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Summary:

When Lucifer gets given the word star for pictionary...let's just say he doesn't draw a simple star and call it a day.

Notes:

This is a really short one I'm just kinda writing and it's not incredible but oh well. As always comments and kudos are greatly appreciated and if you have any prompts or ideas you want me to write just leave it in the comments! 😊

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The living room at Chloe’s is littered with pizza boxes, wine glasses, and the kind of laughter that only comes from a night of friendly competition. Trixie’s cross-legged on the floor, scoreboard in hand, while Ella is already a little tipsy and Dan’s trying to pretend he’s not having fun.

Lucifer, of course, looks like he’s hosting a royal gala rather than playing Pictionary.

“Right,” he declares, sweeping up the marker like it’s Excalibur. “My turn. This should be splendid.”

Chloe gives him a wary look. “Lucifer, remember—it’s Pictionary, not charades with interpretive jazz hands.”

“Yes, yes,” he says, waving her off. “Watch and learn, Detective.”

As Lucifer picks up the card his face lights up with glee "Oh you guys have got this."

He leans over the whiteboard, tongue between his teeth, and begins to draw...only what spills out isn’t remotely recognizable. It’s a chaos of equations, geometric diagrams, and symbols that look like they belong on a chalkboard in Good Will Hunting.

Ella tilts her head. “Is the word... rocket science?”

Dan squints. “Uh, is it... math? Like, physics or something?”

Lucifer looks genuinely affronted. “No! Come on, I’m handing this to you! This is simple!”

Chloe frowns. “Lucifer, it’s just... numbers. You can’t draw numbers and expect us to guess what they mean.”

“Mean?” he scoffs. “This is basic astrophysical notation! Honestly, I thought at least you, Detective, would grasp it.”

“Lucifer,” Dan deadpans, “none of us are astrophysicists.”

He blinks, staring at them like they’ve just confessed to not knowing how to breathe. “Oh, for—honestly, you’d think you humans were—oh.”

He pauses. A small light flicks on behind his eyes—metaphorically this time.

“Oh, right. Sorry.” He lowers the marker, looking sheepish in the way only Lucifer Morningstar can. “Forgot you lot don’t know this yet. My mistake. Just, ah, pretend you didn’t see that. It’s not due to be discovered for another... what? Thousand? Two thousand years? Maybe never, actually. Anyway.”

He claps his hands together, grinning. “Let’s try again! Trixie just a quick question does it have to be drawn on the whiteboard or could I say make a sculpture?"

Trixie, ever the rule-keeper, checks the instructions. “It doesn’t say it has to be drawn. It just says it has to be depicted in the time limit.”

Lucifer’s grin widens, all charm and mischief. “Splendid.”

He sets the marker down with a flourish and flexes his hands like a magician about to unveil his greatest trick.

“just add a bit of this, a touch of that, add some will,” he mutters dramatically, moving his fingers through the air. Light begins to shimmer between them forming a soft, radiant glow. Within seconds, a tiny golden point of light hovers in the middle of the room—pulsing gently, alive.

Everyone stares.

Ella’s voice drops to a whisper. “Lucifer... is that a star?”

“Correct, miss Lopez. One point to us! ,” he says excitedly marking down the score as if he’s not just performed a cosmic miracle in Chloe’s living room.

Dont need this anymore, he flicks his wrist, and the star vanishes and poof it's gone like it never existed.

Dan blinks. “He made a star. For Pictionary.”

Trixie’s eyes are wide. “Where did it go?”

Lucifer shrugs elegantly. “Oh, somewhere up there, I imagine. I’ do t know I'll guess we'll see where it is when the astrologists start wondering where a new star came from”

He dusts off his hands and smiles. “Right then! What game shall we play next?”

Chloe just stares at him, equal parts exasperated and endeared. “Lucifer remind me to ask you more about your stars later. But for now let's finish this tie breaker!”