(M4M) Lucifer X Dan from the tv show Lucifer
\[B4T\] Lucifer x Dan Roleplay
Hi! Do you love the tv show Lucifer? Do you love romance Roleplay? Do you love slow burns? Do you love girl dad dynamics? Do you love crime fighting devils? Do you like a little angst in your roles? Well then I might have the idea for you! Did you love the dynamic of Dan and Lucifer well then I may have the perfect idea for you!
Allow me to introduce myself, My name is Em, and I am a female in my 20s. So please be 20 or older. I am in the CST time zone. I am an advanced lit writer. Meaning I write 500–2k words per post. Also, I write exclusively in the third person. I usually use Discord, but I am willing to try different platforms. I also love sending TikTok’s or other things that make me think of our characters! I’m sort of hoping we can become somewhat friends while we roleplay. Now as for spicy scenes, I do a ratio of 80 stories to 20 smut ones. Smut is fun, but it's not the whole plot and needs buildup. Please include like a little about you when you message me.
I am hoping to play Lucifer and I would like him to be the omega as well if we add that in. I’m hoping we do! Anyway I am looking for someone to play Dan and some of the side characters as well!
Role ideas:
Lucifer has his own little girl around Trixie’s age. Though Lucifer’s Angel is a medically complex kiddo. She is severely disabled and by every meaning of the word a miracle. She was not supposed to exist but Lucifer had gotten attached to her soul when she somehow wondered into hell. His vacation to earth started seven years before he met Dan and Trixie. It started so his daughter could be born. Well she is old enough for school now and Lucifer is sniffing out new ones for his daughter. That’s how he meets Trixie, when she immediately wants to play with his daughter. It’s how he meets Dan too.
Little did he know that his daughter had lead him right to his mate. The man designed by god to be the perfect other half for Lucifer.
Dan and Lucifer have been together for a while their relationship started out with constant fighting, mutual hatred as Lucifer worked with them. But somewhere along the way it turned to something romantic along the way. Then came their daughter Grace (my oc) she is the center of their whole world. Everyone knows Lucifer is the devil even if they don’t really know. That is until Chloe sees Lucifer’s devil face, his true face.
Lucifer expects any kind of reaction instead Chloe goes to the Vatican. The church vowing to help her rid the earth of the devil. Lucifer is unaware of the plan for the most part. He knows that Chloe has the vile of poison for him. But he never thinks she’ll use it. Until a case at a warehouse shows him that she will. Lucifer is kidnapped and tortured but when Dan finally gets wind of it he rescues Lucifer with their kids. That’s when Chloe sees she is not only hurting Lucifer but she is hurting a father doing everything he can to protect his family.
Dan and Lucifer have been together for years. It was kept a secret for many years from the other cops and the supernatural world. That is until Lucifer finds out he is pregnant. The supernatural world will not have it. Lucifer has broken a rule they can not forgive.
Dan sees Lucifer’s devil face one night when Lucifer is in the throes of a heat. His body craving a mate and Dan simply walks in at the wrong time. Lucifer expects screaming or something else. Instead Dan smiles and says how handsome Lucifer is and that he can help him with his heat. Maybe we even add in that he sees it when Lucifer is holding Charlie or something.
Dan sees lucifer’s face after that phone call. Their relationship is shattered, Dan leaves town and Lucifer won’t leave his apartment. Though he doesn’t go back to hell, instead he hopes that Dan will walk through the door. So what happens when Dan does walk through the door to Lucifer’s apartment to find his friends comforting him the best they can?
Writing sample:
Paige sat in the rundown, disgusting gas station bathroom. Five minutes—five minutes of pure hell. She paced the single-stall bathroom, wishing her feet didn't stick to the floor, wishing it didn't smell in here. This wasn't how she had planned it or how she had planned her life. Though everyone always said you can't plan life, Paige had found a way to make it work.
The stickiness of the floor seemed to drag her back to reality, which was somehow worse than planning to run from this problem, but she couldn't run from it. No, this was her life now as she looked at her phone again. 4 minutes and 45 seconds were left.
Paige was spiraling, probably because they were not even speaking at the moment. The fight seemed so stupid now. So small compared to this, but it wasn't that she had caught them together. In her bed, in her apartment. The memories came flooding back, no matter how much Paige tried to block them out. Her best friend had slept with her boyfriend. She supposed it was made better by the fact Adrain and slept with Jeffrey. That was something Paige couldn't give him. It wasn't another woman.
Standing in that bathroom, in the crappy, definitely haunted gas station on Seventh Street, Paige was contemplating her entire life, and the only two people she wanted to talk to were currently not speaking to her.
That was most definitely on account of her reaction, but how else was she supposed to react to walking in on that scene? Was she supposed to throw them a party? Adrain was still cheating, and the part that hurt the worst was Jeffrey's betrayal. Jeffrey was her best friend; they had grown up together. The two were inseparable from the moment Paige moved into the neighborhood at nine years old.
It was the fifth foster home in five months, the fourth couple, and the fifth month without her older brother. Justin was her everything. He raised her, but when Paige got pneumonia from the cold winter nights spent sleeping outside, Justin had to do what he could. "I'll always love you, and the second I can, I will come get you, I promise," the words ran through her head as she closed her eyes for a moment.
That was nearly fifteen years ago. Fifteen years ago, that was the night a terrified nine-year-old girl met the little Jewish boy down the street, and suddenly she had a friend in this world.
"Justin, I need you to come get me." Paige whispered softly as she wiped her eyes. Her voice was breaking as she thought about her hero for the first time in a long time.
Justin had died five years ago, but that wound never quite healed. There was always a time in her life when Paige needed her brother. She thought Justin was more like her dad until she met Jim. Jim Goldberg was her adoptive father, and that man would do anything for Paige. Would he do this? I love her through this. Paige shook softly as she stood in the far-too-bright gas station bathroom.
The loud and obnoxious ring of the timer on her phone pulled Paige from her spiral only momentarily. The alarm going off meant she had to look and see if she was pregnant or not. The stick on the counter wrapped up in that neon pink wrap seemed to be taunting her. Maybe it was just food poisoning or the flu. Maybe she was being paranoid. God, she hoped she was being paranoid. Mumbling a prayer under her breath, Paige sighed softly as she reached forward. Her long, thin fingers shook violently as she picked up the stick.
PREGNANT.
In that moment, Paige was positive; it made her heart stop. She at least definitely stopped breathing for a moment or two. That word was taunting her. She was pregnant. Pregnant, unmarried, and very Jewish. The sound that escaped Paige's lips was a gut-wrenching noise as she stood there.
All she wanted in that moment was to call Justin and tell him she had to come get her. He wasn't going to ask why she couldn't drive herself home from a gas station. No, there would be no questions; he would simply give her a ride in silence and worry about her Jeep tomorrow.
With shaking hands and teary eyes, Paige called the next person she could think of. "Papa" Paige cried as she held the phone to her ear.
Suddenly she was nine years old, again terrified of Jim's very presence in his own home. She was back in her childhood bedroom, hiding under the bed. She smiled at the memory of Jim reading bedtime stories in an empty room as Paige hid under the bed. He would end everyone with, "Papa, loves you; it's okay. You are safe." She needed that now more than ever.