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PSA: This is a scammer, a foul, deceitful enemy of solidarity. Do not engage with them.

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I RECOVERED MY ACCOUNT FROM THAT SCAMMING PIECE OF CRAP PLEASE DO NOT ENGAGE IF ANYONE SEND YOU THIS

I am so sorry for all the trouble- it may not have been me but I was tricked and it may have allowed them to trick others

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Me when the y/n in the fanfic I'm reading actually starts acting like THEE y/n.

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!!!PLEASE READ!!!

Hello everyone, unfortunately as much as I hope that this was a fun announcement, it's not.

I hope that everyone and especially my followers read this because this is very important. Especially since I feel very strongly about this topic.

I have just received a dm from one of my very active followers and mutuals, confessing to be that they're actually a minor who had been interacting with my NSFW posts.

I would like to preface this by saying that i truly believe that writers / bloggers who engage, write and post NFSW content have a duty to make sure that their content and blog are at the very least properly labeled.

I know that it's impossible to check every single blog who interacts with your posts, especially since it's not unheard of for minors to lie about their age.

That being said, I think that as responsible adults, we should all try our best to avoid these situations, even if they're out of our control.

And to the minors that DO interact with NSFW blogs and posts, crossing the owner's boundaries, despite the very clear warnings, I would like you all to understand something.

We don't put these sort of limitations just to be assholes. These labels and warnings are enforced for your own sake, even if you might not realize it.

Someone blocking you because you're a minor interacting with NSFW content is not doing it to be a prude. They are doing it for you and your protection.

I would personally know because I used to be a minor who used to ignore warnings, boundaries, I used to read, like and interact with NSFW content across many different platforms.

I am not proud of it and it's not easy to share something like this because I'm sure that I'll be called a hypocrite. But I have to share it so you would know that I'm doing this for a reason.

Interacting with that type of content at such a young age did me so much harm. I never realized it then, but I can understand it now.

Your interaction with these sort of things can put you in danger, and it might seem dramatic but I assure you that it's the truth.

Especially, when you're on a platform like this one where you are able to message people.

It is a very easy way for very bad people to inappropriately communicate with vulnerable minors.

And I will never, ever allow myself, my blog or my work to become a gateway for something so heinous.

Therefore, I will be going through my followers and my taglist, anyone who doesn't have their age stated on their blog will be blocked, even if you were just interacting with my fluff / non-NSFW content.

I will be doing a purge tomorrow to give a change for everyone to either add their ages to their bio or at least to comment their age on this post, otherwise, expect to be blocked.

Again, this is for your sake. And I hope all the mints in here understand that you're not only putting yourself in danger but you're also putting us in difficult situations that could turn very bad, especially if you had been messaging or commenting back and forth with an adult blog owner about anything NSFW.

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[CHAPTER TEN]

when FIRELORD ZUKO takes a liking to AVATAR AANG'S mysterious new BRIDE.

TORN BETWEEN TWO ROADS ! — aang x reader x zuko

PLOT. republic city is finally at peace, and for once, katara allows herself to hope—maybe now, after everything, she and aang can finally become something real. but when aang returns after eight months, he isn’t alone. he comes back with you at his side, introducing you as his wife. suspicious yet helpless, his friends do their best to welcome you, even as nothing about this sudden marriage makes sense. but while everyone else keeps their distance, one person doesn’t. and perhaps Zuko gets a little too comfortable with the avatar’s new wife.

CHARACTERS. AANG and ZUKO.

CHAPTER WARNINGS. 18+, mdni, angst, bad father, takes place 10 years after atla, age gaps, reader is 21, established relationship, fem reader, atla spoilers, no spoilers for legend of aang, not proofread.

(please check the story masterlist for the story warnings.)

WC. 5.2k

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chapter nine

a/n: if you hated the last chapter, you will despise this one.

When Gen had left, your mind had wandered everywhere except toward your rescue. You had not stood there praying for Aang or your father to find you.

The pain spreading through your body had already become too large to fight directly, and so your thoughts had drifted elsewhere, searching for anything that could keep you awake long enough to survive it.

You had thought about the estate.

About the servants whispering in the kitchens once the truth reached them, their voices trembling between disbelief and horror because Gen had belonged to this household nearly his entire life. 

He had grown up beneath the same rooftops, moved through the same halls, earned the manor's trust so completely that everyone had stopped noticing he was only a servant. 

The younger maids smiled whenever he spoke to them. Even your father had once claimed the boy carried more discipline than men twice his age.

You had wondered what would happen when all of that shattered.

How would they look at him once they learned what those careful hands had done to you? 

How would they reconcile the image of the calm, obedient boy who stood beside your brother throughout his life with the man who had stripped the daughter of the house of her dignity only hours later?

Your thoughts had circled every possibility.

Perhaps your father would have him arrested and dragged through the streets in chains so the people of Hujiang could spit at his feet. 

Perhaps the guards would beat him bloody before throwing him beyond the city walls. 

Perhaps your father himself would put a sword through his throat and send him into the afterlife, praying your brother's spirit would finish what remained.

Those thoughts had kept you conscious while your arms started to numb and the night began to fall. They had given you something to hold onto until Aang finally found you.

Yet the truth standing before you now looked nothing like the vengeance you had imagined.

The crack of the slap still rang inside your skull.

Your head had snapped to the side from the force of it, the taste of iron flooding your mouth while heat spread across your cheek. 

For a moment, you could only stare at the ground beneath you, unable to understand what had just happened, because your father had never struck you before. 

Not once in your life.

Slowly, your eyes lifted toward him, burning with tears that refused to stay contained because you had to swallow the bitter reality.

This was his reaction.

Not rage for what had been done to you, but only fury directed at you for daring to speak it aloud.

This was how he reacted to speaking your truth?

The moment your father spoke of Gen informing them of what had transpired, the very last thing you expected was to see Gen himself descend from one of the carriages moments later.

He looked devastated.

His eyes appeared swollen red beneath the torchlight while his trembling hands clutched tightly around the silks that had once covered your body, the same robes he himself had stripped from you hours earlier before abandoning them purposefully along the roads leading away from the marketplace.

The sight alone made something cold twist inside your stomach.

Then your father looked toward him, and in that instant, you understood.

Gen had already spoken first.

"He informed us that you and the Avatar had disappeared together for several hours!" Your father continued sharply, his voice lowered to avoid carrying toward all who stood nearby though the anger beneath it was undoubtedly heard by everyone/

"When neither of you returned at the promised hour, he set out searching for you himself. He claims he discovered your discarded robes abandoned along the roadside."

Your lips parted weakly as you attempt to defend yourself.

"That is not true..." You whispered.

Your father barely seemed to hear you.

"He returned to the estate in distress," he pressed on. "Terrified that harm had come upon you."

Harm.

The word nearly made you ill.

Because Gen had indeed looked distressed when he approached you within the marketplace earlier that afternoon. 

Panic had covered his expression so convincingly that concern seized you immediately the moment he reached your side, his voice hurried beneath the noise of the crowded merchant streets.

You could barely understand half the words leaving him.

He had kept glancing over his shoulder anxiously while insisting he needed to speak to you somewhere quieter. And when his hand wrapped urgently around your wrist to guide you away from the crowds, suspicion never once crossed your mind.

Not even once.

You remembered turning your head instinctively toward where Aang still stood nearby helping a merchant, ready to call out to him before following Gen any farther.

Then everything had happened at once.

Gen's hand hand covered your mouth, a cloth pressing against your face.

The unfamiliar scent had flooded your lungs that had made panic explode instantly through your body.

You had struggled desperately against him.

For nearly a full minute, you fought to pull free while your vision blurred unevenly around the crowded marketplace surrounding you both. Through the narrow opening between buildings, you could still see Aang searching frantically nearby, confusion already settling across his face upon noticing your disappearance.

You remembered trying to scream.

Trying to force your body toward him despite Gen's grip tightening harder each second.

Despite the ruckus, no one around you noticed.

The marketplace remained alive with merchants shouting over one another and customers crowding the stalls, far too distracted by entertainment and trade to pay attention to one frightened woman being dragged into a secluded alleyway.

You held onto hope for as long as you could.

Hope that Aang would look toward you, that he would notice.

Hope that he would turn around before the darkness swallowing your vision consumed you entirely.

But the last thing you remembered seeing before consciousness abandoned you was Aang disappearing farther into the marketplace searching for you in the wrong direction.

Everything after only came to you in fragments. You had felt the rough texture of an old robe being thrown over your body. The overwhelming dizziness stealing strength from your limbs.

And the horrible awareness of yourself being lifted helplessly onto one of the ostrich-horses, your unconscious body slumped against the very man who had done this to you.

Every part of it had been Gen.

Aang's attention remained fixed upon you even after your father pulled you away from his side.

Something about the way Lord Shuren held you unsettled him deeply. 

The older man's grip appeared far too harsh against someone already struggling to remain upright, and when you stumbled slightly due to the exhaustion weighing your body down, Aang instinctively stepped forward.

"Wait—! She can barely walk—"

His movement halted almost immediately once Prince Jinhai had stepped into his path.

The two guards accompanying the prince positioned themselves silently at either side of him while torchlight they held flickered across polished armor and embroidered royal silks, casting long shadows against the dirt roads.

"This has become a rather unfortunate turn of events." Prince Jinhai remarked calmly.

Aang reluctantly dragged his attention away from you, though even while facing the prince, his concern kept pulling toward where Lord Shuren had taken you farther beside the carriages.

"Is she going to be okay?" He asked honestly.

The question seemed to catch Prince Jinhai entirely off guard.

For the first time since Aang had met him, the carefully composed stoicism cracked across the prince's face before a brief laugh escaped him in genuine disbelief.

"It appears the two of you have grown rather close within a remarkably short amount of time." he observed, amusement still lingering faintly beneath his words. 

"Though perhaps you remain unaware that the lady is my betrothed."

"I know she is," Aang answered immediately. "And I'm not trying to—" He stopped himself with visible frustration before correcting his words properly. 

"I admire her. She's kind, and she helped me when she really didn't have to. But that's all."

That response seemed to surprise Prince Jinhai further. The prince studied him carefully before speaking once more, his amusement now subtle though no less formal.

"Then I confess myself somewhat confused."

Aang frowned.

"What do you mean?"

"I had understood Air Nomads to practice celibacy until marriage." Prince Jinhai continued thoughtfully. 

"Though I suppose your rather tragic circumstances may have altered certain customs over time."

Aang immediately disliked the direction of the conversation. Still, he forced himself to remain silent.

"Even so," the prince continued, "the lady ought to have exercised greater restraint despite her existing betrothal. This entire matter is deeply unfortunate for all involved."

Aang's confusion sharpened instantly.

"What are you talking about?"

Prince Jinhai looked genuinely puzzled by the question itself.

"You fled together, did you not?" he asked plainly. "Surely I need not pretend ignorance regarding what occurred afterward."

Aang stared at him, then realization struck against him and anger surged instantly through his chest.

"What?!" he exclaimed. "No! I didn't touch her—"

The rest of his words vanished beneath the sharp crack of a slap echoing through the night air.

The sound had silenced everything.

Aang and Prince Jinhai turned at the exact same moment alongside nearly every guard surrounding the carriages, their attention snapping immediately toward the source of the strike echoing through the outskirts.

Your father still stood before you with his hand outstretched from the impact.

Meanwhile, you remained frozen several steps away from him, one trembling hand clutching your cheek while shock spread visibly across your face.

The force of the slap had nearly knocked you sideways, and in your disorientation, your weakened fingers instinctively loosened around the red robes wrapped tightly across your body.

The fabric slipped from your shoulders at once enough for the thin inner robes beneath to become visible, the delicate material clinging unevenly against your body while the bruises scattered across your throat and chest revealed themselves in cruel clarity before everyone present.

You saw your father's expression darken instantly at the sight.

It wasn't disbelief or horror that struck his countenance. 

It was disgust.

The sneer curling faintly across his face struck harder than the slap itself.

Aang felt anger ripple through him instantly.

"Hey—!"

He moved without thinking.

The moment he stepped forward, Prince Jinhai's guards reacted immediately, both men crossing their spears sharply before him to block his path while the prince's calm voice followed only a second later.

"It would be wise not to interfere, Avatar Aang."

"He just hit her!" Aang snapped furiously, struggling against the crossed spears barring his path.

"Why aren't you stopping him?!"

Then his eyes caught movement near one of the carriages.

Gen.

The moment Aang saw him standing there clutching the discarded silks against his chest while avoiding everyone's eyes, something inside him twisted harshly making his snarl.

"You."

The word left him cold.

A burst of air exploded outward before either guard could react properly, the force sweeping both men entirely off their feet while their spears scattered uselessly across the dirt roads.

Several guards nearby shouted in alarm immediately, though Aang barely heard any of it while striding toward Gen with barely restrained fury.

Gen stepped backward instinctively.

Too late.

The earth beneath him had shifted with Aang's hands.

Stone and dirt surged upward around his ankles in one swift movement, hardening instantly around his legs before locking him firmly into place. Gen cried out sharply in panic the moment the earth constricted tighter around him, the sudden force wrenching him downward hard, making his collapse painfully onto his knees.

Aang stopped directly before him.

"You think you can do something like this and just stand here pretending to be innocent?!" He shouted, fury finally breaking openly through his voice. 

"She trusted you!"

Gen looked genuinely terrified.

The silks slipped from his grasp entirely while fear overtook his expression, his hands clawing uselessly against the hardened earth trapping his legs in place.

"I—Avatar—I swear—"

"What exactly were you planning to tell them happened inside that house?" Aang demanded, stepping even closer. 

"That she begged you to drag her there too?!"

"Release him at once, Avatar Aang!"

Lord Shuren's voice cut sharply through the chaos while he strode toward them from your side, fury and alarm both visible across his face.

Aang turned toward him in disbelief.

"Why?!" he exclaimed. "After what he did to your daughter, why would you want him walking free?!"

Lord Shuren stopped only a short distance away from Aang, anger still visible despite the effort he made to compose himself before the guards and the royal company surrounding them.

"That boy," he said sharply while motioning toward Gen's restrained form, "was the one who returned to the estate in panic once the two of you vanished. He came seeking aid while you remained absent for hours alongside my daughter."

Aang stared at him in disbelief.

"He was the one who—"

The words caught in his throat.

You stood only several feet away. Your trembling body, still wrapped in his robes, the bruises still fresh beneath them.

Aang could not force the words aloud while you remained there listening.

Then your voice broke through the silence instead.

"I speak the truth, Father. He was the one who touched me."

The words came quietly, trembling as if you already knew his response.

Tears continued slipping silently down your cheeks while your fingers clutched weakly around the slipping robes, your voice shaking harder with every word spoken toward the father refusing to look at you.

"Why will you not believe me?"

Shuren did not answer. Not even once did he turn toward you.

Several steps away, Prince Jinhai had approached closer during the confrontation to overhear everything despite Shuren's earlier attempts to keep the matter contained. 

The prince remained silent, though the slight narrowing of his eyes revealed a genuine fracture in his calm composure.

Still, it was Shuren who spoke again.

"I do not know what precisely my daughter has told you," he said coldly toward Aang, "but that boy has served my household faithfully for years. She ought to know better than to cast such monstrous accusations upon him after being discovered in such circumstances."

Aang's anger spiked.

"She's not lying!"

"Release him."

"No."

The refusal came immediately.

Aang did not even hesitate.

The earth surrounding Gen's legs tightened instinctively beneath his anger, forcing another pained sound from the kneeling man.

Lord Shuren's face darkened even more.

"This is how the Avatar repays the hospitality shown to him within my estate?" He hissed.

"You call this hospitality?!" Aang shot back furiously. "Your daughter is standing right there telling you what happened to her, and you won't even listen!"

Shuren said nothing.

Since the confrontation began, uncertainty crossed his face for the first time while his attention shifted toward Gen kneeling helplessly in the dirt. 

He refused to lift his head, his breathing uneven beneath the weight of every eye focused on him

Then Prince Jinhai finally stepped forward.

"Avatar Aang." he called calmly, and authority in his voice immediately quieted the surrounding tension.

"If the accusations prove true, the boy will not escape punishment."

Aang did not move, and Prince Jinhai continued regardless.

"However, if you continue restraining a citizen of Hujiang through force before witnesses without formal investigation, this matter shall become far uglier than it already is." His eyes settled briefly upon you before returning toward Aang once more. 

"And I suspect the lady has suffered enough humiliation for one evening."

That seemed to reach him.

Aang's heart tightened as his anger visibly struggled against reason for several painful seconds before the earth surrounding Gen's legs finally loosened.

The earth cracked apart.

Gen collapsed forward into the dirt with a sharp gasp before quickly scrambling backward away from Aang, fear consuming him.

Lord Shuren wasted no time.

He strode directly toward you before taking hold of your arm firmly to pull you toward the carriage, ignoring the quiet sob escaping you at the movement. 

You offered no resistance anymore, too exhausted to fight while he guided—nearly dragged—you toward the waiting carriage bearing your household crest.

Behind you, Gen shakily rose onto his feet before hurrying toward the second carriage after first bending down to retrieve your discarded silks laying forgotten.

You noticed it, and the sight made you sick.

Aang watched silently while the carriage doors shut behind you.

Only once the servants and guards finally began preparing for departure did he turn toward Prince Jinhai once more.

"You believe her, right?" He asked firmly.

Prince Jinhai remained quiet for a moment.

"The evidence upon her body was...difficult to ignore. As were the circumstances leading to tonight." He admitted at last.

Aang stepped closer.

"I turned my back for one second and she disappeared," he said, frustration heavy beneath every word. 

"Hours later I tracked her here." He motioned sharply toward the abandoned house looming behind them beneath the darkness. 

"And when I found her, she was chained to the wall."

That finally seemed to truly catch the prince's attention.

"The restraints are inside." Aang continued quickly. 

"I broke them myself, but the chains are still there. Her wrists were bruised because of them."

Prince Jinhai said nothing. His attention stayed on the abandoned house before he finally exhaled quietly through his nose.

"...Very well," he said at last. "I shall look into this matter personally."

Then his expression settled back into his usual unreadable one once more.

"For now, we should return to Advisor Shuren's estate." He continued calmly,

Aang had been pacing outside Shuren's study for what felt like an endlessly long time.

The corridor surrounding remained silent beneath the late hour, save for the distant sounds of servants moving through the estate and the occasional shifting of guards stationed nearby. Lanternlight flickered softly against the floors while shadows stretched long across the walls each time Aang turned sharply during another restless pass down the corridor.

He could not stop thinking about you.

Every attempt to sit still had failed within seconds.

The image of you standing outside that abandoned house refused to leave him alone no matter how hard he tried forcing his thoughts elsewhere. Your shaking hands, the bruises scattered across your skin, the way your voice had broken when you spoke Gen's name—

Aang pressed both hands briefly against his face before exhaling sharply.

He wanted to check on you.

Spirits, he wanted nothing more than to make sure you were alright, though he already understood such a thing would never be permitted tonight. The moment you returned to the estate, servants and physicians had hurried you away toward your chambers while Lord Shuren disappeared alongside Prince Jinhai into the study without another word spoken toward him.

And Gen...

Aang frowned deeply.

Gen had returned to the estate much later than everyone else. Aang had noticed the second carriage arriving only shortly after he himself had entered the manor, though since then, the servant had seemingly vanished.

Aang wondered whether Gen stood inside the study now alongside them.

Whether he was still lying.

And whether Prince Jinhai believed him.

The pacing eventually slowed the longer the silence stretched behind the closed doors before finally halting the moment the study doors opened at last.

Prince Jinhai emerged first.

The prince paused briefly upon noticing Aang still lingering outside the chambers, though no surprise crossed his expression at the sight. Neither of them spoke. Prince Jinhai offered the smallest acknowledgment of his presence through a restrained nod before continuing past him down the corridor, his guards immediately falling into step behind him without question.

Aang barely waited for them to leave before entering the study himself.

The heavy doors shut softly behind him.

Lord Shuren stood near the large windows overlooking the darkened estate grounds below, one hand resting behind his back while the other pressed lightly against the edge of the carved wooden table beside him. 

The exhaustion visible across his face made him appear older, still, when he spoke, the authority in his voice remained unchanged.

"You ought to be resting, Avatar Aang."

Aang ignored the remark.

"Where's Gen?"

Shuren's face hardened immediately.

"That matter no longer concerns you."

"It does concern me, because she was telling the truth."  Aang argued, frustration tightening visibly through his voice.

Shuren finally turned fully toward him.

"I do not know what precisely my daughter has said to persuade you into supporting this tale, but I must admit myself deeply offended by the accusations you continue placing upon that boy." He replied carefully.

Aang stared at him in disbelief.

"Tale?" he repeated. "You think she made all of that up?"

"What I think is that my daughter placed herself into circumstances severe enough to invite disgrace upon both herself and this household." Lord Shuren interrupted firmly,

Aang's jaw tightened sharply.

"I didn't touch her," He said immediately. "I swear to you, I didn't do anything."

Lord Shuren finally moved away from the window, crossing slowly toward the chair behind his desk before lowering himself into it with visible weariness settling across his features.

"First," he began evenly, "you are welcomed into my estate and cared for during your recovery. Then, despite refusing my proposal regarding my daughter's hand, which I graciously chose not to hold against you, you proceed to disappear alongside her for hours while fully aware she is promised to another man."

"I already told you nothing happened!"

"And yet she returns half-dressed from an abandoned house while accusing a servant who has remained loyal to my family for years."

Aang took another step forward immediately.

"Because he's the one who hurt her!"

Lord Shuren exhaled slowly through his nose, exhaustion creeping into his posture beneath the strain of the conversation.

"Put yourself in my position, Avatar Aang. Would you so easily accept such accusations?" He asked quietly.

"Yes," Aang answered without hesitation.

The response made the older man off look at him carefully.

Aang continued before he could interrupt.

"If she were my daughter, I would believe her." He said firmly. 

"Because she's my kid. And if my child came to me crying, saying someone hurt her, I wouldn't stand there wondering if she'd made it up."

Silence settled heavily across the study, and Shuren lowered his eyes toward the desk before him, his face morphing into one of sorrow, one more uncertain than anger this time, though whatever thought crossed his mind disappeared with another long exhale.

"I..." He stopped, visibly exasperated. 

"You are young, Avatar Aang. There are certain realities you do not yet understand."

Aang frowned immediately.

"What realities?"

Shuren leaned back slightly within his chair, exhaustion settling heavily across his features beneath the dim lanternlight surrounding the study.

"Had Prince Jinhai not accompanied us tonight, this matter may have unfolded...far differently." He admitted carefully,

Aang stared at him in disbelief.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means, that it would have been significantly easier to turn a blind eye toward tonight's indiscretions had the Crown Prince himself not witnessed it." Shuren continued evenly.

Aang's expression hardened instantly.

"You wanted to ignore what happened to your daughter?"

Lord Shuren's composure finally cracked slightly at the accusation.

"It was no secret my daughter had developed an attachment toward you." He replied, irritation sharpening his tone. "The entire estate observed it plainly."

"She was helping me. That's all she was doing." Aang argued immediately.

"And I took great pride in that." Shuren answered. 

"Do you imagine I failed to recognize the honor attached to my daughter standing beside the Avatar himself? Spirits, I believed perhaps your continued closeness would eventually lead you to reconsider the proposal I once placed before you."

Aang blinked, confusion crossing him before frustration overtook it entirely again.

"She never showed any interest in me." He said firmly. 

"And I never gave her any reason to think— I mean...we became friends. That's it. I'm grateful to both of you for helping me, and I care about her, but not like that."

Shuren remained silent for several moments, then he spoke quietly.

"Yet I observed how quickly you grew close regardless."

Aang opened his mouth to argue further, but Shuren continued before he could.

"When you refused my proposal initially, I chose not to resent you for it," he said calmly. 

"You are the Avatar. Your life does not belong entirely to yourself. I understood that much. But once I witnessed the attachment forming between the two of you, I believed perhaps time would alter your perspective."

Aang looked unsettled.

"And instead, you disregarded her position entirely and bedded a woman already promised to another." Shuren continued, disappointment lacing his voice.

"For the last time, I did not touch her!" Aang snapped, and the force behind the words echoed harshly through the study.

Aang took another step forward afterward, anger and disbelief both burning openly across his face now.

"And Gen did this! You were the one who sent him with us!" He exclaimed.

Shuren's brows tightened.

"I instructed him to accompany the two of you precisely to prevent impropriety." He replied coldly.

"Then why are you acting like this is somehow our fault?! You trusted him enough to send him with her, and he hurt her!" Aang demanded.

Shuren's jaw tightened visibly.

"Or, he stumbled upon two young people allowing emotion to overtake reason and returned horrified by what he witnessed."  He countered quietly

Aang looked utterly stunned.

"You can't seriously believe that."

The older man stood from his chair, slower this time, his posture seemingly burdened by the exhaustion weighing on his shoulders.

"I do not know what to believe tonight." He admitted at last. 

"I know only that my daughter's reputation hangs by a thread, Prince Jinhai has witnessed enough scandal to threaten years of careful negotiation, and the household servant accused of this crime has remained loyal to my family since childhood."

He paused briefly before continuing.

"And I know that if these accusations prove false, then an innocent man shall suffer for nothing more than standing between two reckless young people."

"An innocent man—"

"This will harm your reputation as well, Avatar. Perhaps it is best you leave Hujiang altogether." Shuren interrupted him.

Aang could only stare at him, struggling to comprehend how calmly these words continued leaving Lord Shuren's mouth.

The man spoke of reputation more than suffering.

He prioritized his negotiations more than truth.

He only thought of propriety more than his own daughter trembling beneath bruises inflicted by a man everyone trusted.

And perhaps the worst part of it all was that Shuren believed himself reasonable.

The realization made Aang's heart lurch in his chest.

For the first time since arriving within Hujiang and meeting you, he truly understood how trapped you must have been long before tonight ever happened. 

Your life had already been decided for you years before you were old enough to understand what betrothal even meant. Your future had been negotiated between powerful men while everyone around you praised it as fortune.

You would get a palace, a lovely prince.

A crown someday resting upon your head.

And yet no one seemed to care whether you yourself desired any of it.

Aang suddenly could not imagine you remaining here for the rest of your life without feeling your true self slowly disappear.

And beneath all the anger boiling inside him was something far uglier.

Guilt.

He could have avoided the storm, but he was impatient. 

Appa's injuries existed because he failed to protect him properly.

Momo remained missing because Aang had brought him into danger.

And now you...

Aang lowered his head, the guilt piercing painfully through his chest.

If he had never fallen into Hujiang, none of this would have touched your life at all.

You would still be walking peacefully through your gardens. Still arguing playfully with your maids over tea.

Instead, your entire world had shattered within the span of a single evening because his existence crossed your path.

Part of him wanted to leave immediately.

He felt as though leaving would simplify everything.

No Avatar, no more scandal.

Then there would be no reason for suspicion to continue circling your name.

But the thought vanished almost as quickly as it arrived, because if he left now, who would stand beside you?

Your own father refused to believe you. The servants would follow his judgment without question. Prince Jinhai remained uncertain at best. 

And Gen—

Aang's jaw tightened immediately.

Gen would walk freely through these halls while you remained alone carrying the shame of what had been done to you.

No.

The thought alone made him feel sick.

"I'm not leaving," he said suddenly.

Lord Shuren looked toward him.

Aang straightened fully before continuing, determination settling visibly across his expression despite the exhaustion dragging at him.

"I don't care if you believe me right now, but she shouldn't have to go through this alone." He said firmly.

Something unreadable crossed Lord Shuren's face.

He studied him silently for several moments before speaking at last, his tone calmer now though no less careful.

"You speak with admirable conviction, Avatar Aang. Though conviction alone rarely shields a woman from the consequences of impropriety."  He said quietly.

Aang frowned slightly.

Shuren continued regardless.

"A woman's reputation, once fractured publicly, seldom recovers entirely. Particularly when circumstances place her alone beside a man not her husband." His attention lingered thoughtfully upon Aang afterward. 

"The world tends to care less for truth than for appearances."

Aang remained silent.

"And yet, appearances can occasionally be repaired...provided the man beside her possesses sufficient honor to assume responsibility for them." Shuren added slowly.

Aang said nothing after that.

The air between himself and Shuren felt too heavy for further argument, and whatever words still remained inside him no longer seemed capable of reaching a man so devoted to preserving appearances that he could not recognize his own daughter's suffering.

So instead, Aang simply turned and left the study.

The corridors stretching through the estate remained dim, though he no longer needed servants guiding him through the manor halls. His feet followed the same path you had once shown him when his greatest concern had merely been reaching Appa safely.

The memory stung now.

When he finally reached the infirmary chambers, the guards stationed outside immediately straightened upon noticing him approach. Their orders had been strict, no one permitted entry without either yourself or Lord Shuren accompanying them personally.

Still, none of them attempted stopping the Avatar.

Inside, the room remained peaceful beneath low lanternlight.

Appa slept heavily across the joined mattresses arranged beneath him, his breathing deep and slow while fresh bandages wrapped securely around the injured leg still healing beneath weeks of treatment.

Aang crossed the room quietly before lowering himself beside the sky bison's massive body, leaning back gently against the familiar warmth of Appa's fur as fatigue finally settled heavily through him.

For a long while, he simply sat there listening to Appa snore softly beside him.

Then Shuren's words returned.

A woman's reputation, once fractured publicly, seldom recovers entirely.

Aang frowned deeply.

What was he even supposed to do now?

Part of him tried imagining what Sokka would say in a situation like this. Another part wondered how Zuko would handle it, though that answer honestly worried him slightly. 

Katara, however—

Aang suddenly straightened.

Wait.

"Katara!" he exclaimed aloud, eyes widening instantly as the thought finally struck him.

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a/n: shorter chapter, i knowww! but i needed the next events to happen separately. chapter eleven is the last chapter of this flashback sequence, and it is where the story changes.

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꒰ঌ Heaven can wait ໒꒱

𓆩♡𓆪 Pairing ➛ !angel lucifer morningstar x angel !fem reader.

𓆩♡𓆪 Genre ➛ eden au, prequel au/ origin au to all of my established relationship/ married au fics, slight frenemies to lovers, humor, banter, fluff, smut, very slight angst at the end |Word Count ➛ 31k |

𓆩♡𓆪 Summary ➛ Casual gatherings with your friends at the palace were pretty much a weekly thing. But a gathering of friends needed a good story. And what better story is there, than you and your husband's love story ? One from centuries ago, back when you weren't the king and queen of hell, but two angels that fell into the same path in heaven. Only to end up falling from it once and for all.

𓆩♡𓆪 Warnings ➛ Not canon whatsoever-this is simply a backstory for all of my Lucifer x wifey reader fics that I've written, obviously it's not biblically accurate either and I tried to stay away from that direction as much as possibly, slightly blasphemous thoughts but nothing too crazy. Now for the fun part *wiggles eyebrows*, pet names, fingering, orals (!f receiving), !virgin reader + loss of virginity, pnv, Lucifer has a monsterrrr cock but who's surprised, so much praise because they're softies.

𓆩♡𓆪Author's note ➛ I be yapping a lot on here so I'm going to try and make this short and sweet. This is my longest work yet, and I truly believe this is my best one. I've worked for months on this, even before I took a break. I've had the idea for so long but never had the courage to proceed with it because I wanted it to be absolutely perfect. And I'm happy to say that even my perfectionist self is satisfied. Despite that, I'm still anxious to see what you all think of it. I truly hope you enjoy reading it and I hope that, if you're a habitual reader of mine, that you'd see the parallels between this prequel and all of my other stories. Lastly, I thank you all for your patience, and pls pls plsss don't hesitate to leave me your thoughts in a comment or a reblog, because they would mean the absolute world to me<3

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Lucifer sat back on one of the couches in the palace’s grand living room—a glass of red wine in hand as he laughed heartily at something Beelzebub had said.

Every few weeks you and Lucifer enjoyed hosting small gatherings like these for you and your friends. Ones where you weren't king and queen and they weren't the powerful Sins and overlords of hell. Some stood in a random corner to have a private conversation, a few of the others sat nearby on the couches and chairs, drinking and debating about random topics. 

You even had a couple decks of cards lying around to add a fun board-game flair to the evening, but unfortunately, Mammon had already reached it, meaning he had already started making bets that he'll probably lose. The sound of laughter and idle chatter filled the air while a soft, soulful tune played from the record player in the corner of the room.

You sat with your side leaning against Lucifer's chest. A glass of wine in your own hand as you spoke with Zestial. Your legs were gathered up against your own chest, your position making it obvious that you were feeling comfortable. It was very different from the way you usually carried yourself around hell.

As the queen, you were always so poised, confident and borderline cold in front of people. Needing to always put up a front to protect your family and your throne, a stark contrast to your husband and his whimsical silliness. But now you looked like a different person, soft, sweet and gentle as you sat there, cuddled against Lucifer who hugged you close. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and his free hand playing with your hair absentmindedly.

Beelzebub, swirling a glass of absinthe in the dim light, leaned forward with a smirk as a sudden thought struck her head after a random comment that Lucifer had made. Her playful eyes flicked between you and Lucifer before she set her glass down with a soft clink. “Alright, enough small talk. I’ve got a question for you two lovebirds.”

The room quieted slightly—her commanding voice catching all of your collective attention—Asmo raised an eyebrow from his seat beside her, while Belphegor paused mid-sip from her whiskey. Even Levi turned to look at them curiously.

“You’ve been married longer than most realms have existed,” Bee continued while you gave a quick side glance to Lucifer.  “and sure, everyone knows you both fell from Heaven together—big dramatic exit, flames in the sky like some tragic opera—but no one actually knows how it started.” 

She grinned wickedly., her body buzzing with excitement at the idea of getting some centuries-old scoop, “So come on…how did the King of Pride and his Queen end up tumbling out of Heaven hand-in-hand? What was it? Forbidden romance? Secret meetings behind God’s back? DID YOU GUYS ORGANISE A COUP?!!” 

Lucifer let out a soft laugh and glanced down at you nestled against him. His fingers gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he looked back at the others, a faint lol of nostalgia in his eyes, one that made the curiosity in the air grow. 

“…It wasn’t necessarily like that.” His voice dropped just slightly, still playful but softer now. You turned your own head to look at him, the sparkle of love in your eyes matching the one of adoration in his.

"Yeah...it's a long story." you added while looking away, thinking that that would be the end of it. But Bee's eyebrows only shot up in excitement, while all your other friends that were doing their own thing were now looking a whole lot more interested in the story.

Lucifer chuckled low, pressing a long kiss to your temple before leaning back with a reminiscent smile, one that made the room feel suddenly warmer.

"Well... it is a long story," He drawled, his gaze moving back to you, staying there for a few moments, as if the more he stared at you, the more he remembered. Then it was gone, not as quick as it came though, "But if you all promise not to get weepy-eyed...especially you Ozzie, you know how you get...I might just tell it."

Asmodeus scoffed and took a sip of his drink. "Please. I've had some high quality romance in my lifetime~"

"Oh really now?" Lucifer drawled out while tilting his chin up at him and giving him a raise of his brow. "You and I both know that the most romantic relationship you've had was with your dildo~" 

Laughter rippled through the room and then quiet again as you finally started speaking, voice smooth like velvet.

"It started…with an introduction- Mhmm, well...." You trailed off for a moment as you tried to think of a better way to describe it, and Lucifer was way ahead of you. 

"I guess you could call it a 'carefully orchestrated meeting'."

A look of confusion seemed to pass over the room, the sight making you giggle a little, maybe this will be fun. After all, you've never told the story to anyone but Charlie.

"I don't think they knew the consequences of it though." Lucifer added with a playful wince, and you nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, definitely not. At least the person who sort of 'planned' it all, didn't...probably." you quipped with a chuckle and another playful glance at your lover, who only stared down at you with devotion.

"Who was it?!!" Bee whispered yelled in anticipation, earning herself another chuckle out of you before you finally replied with an amused smile.

"Oh, you won't believe who it was."

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

The sound of angels going about their routines in Heavenly Order echoed from the corridors beyond.

Michael stood at one of the large windows in his office, his gaze watching his fellow servants mill about—until a knock on his door caught his attention. He turned and called out, "Enter."

Very carefully, you opened the door and walked in. Your heart drummed with an air of nervousness as you stepped into Sir Archangel Micheal's office. 

You had met him a couple of times before, the firm handshakes he gave you and the curt greetings a little hard to forget. But overall, you found him to be quite nice—well, polite is more appropriate—despite the rumors surrounding his personality and his rigid work ethics, you didn't really mind working under him, yet.

"You called for me, sir?" You asked gently as you stood in front of him with your hands held behind your back politely.

Michael turned to face you, his golden armor gleaming under the soft light of Heaven’s halls. His expression was calm and measured as usual, but there was a sharpness behind his eyes that made even the most confident angels straighten their posture.

"Ah yes, (y/n). The rising star from the Seventh Choir," he said, voice smooth but commanding. "Promising reports. Exceptional discipline. Minimal mistakes."

He stepped forward slowly, hands clasped behind his back. "I’ve been watching your progress."

You swallowed lightly, not out of fear, but respect. Archangel Michael wasn’t just powerful, he was perfection incarnate—the standard all others were measured against.

"Now I have a task for you, one that requires both precision and...diplomacy." A rare flicker of amusement passed through his gaze as it traveled over you, not in a perverted way, but almost as if he was sizing you up. 

"I need you to deliver an official summons to someone who has been…less than cooperative in attending Council matters." He held out a sealed scroll marked with celestial sigils glowing faintly blue.

"To whom?" You asked carefully, but out of pure politeness and nothing else. You were damn good at your job, one summon would be no problem for someone of your talents. But from the sounds of it, it seemed like it would sure help you with a promotion.

Michael lips twitched in a mimic of a quirk, but unfortunately for you, you were too busy reading the scroll to catch it. 

"Lucifer Morningstar."

Your smile instantly dropped at that, and it stayed dropped even as Micheal escorted you—it was more of him just pushing you really—out of his office.

It's not that you didn't like Lucifer Morningstar. You didn't know the angel. But oh, did you definitely hear of him. The great and powerful Archangel held the same amount of respect as Micheal, if not even more. Yet, they were rumored to be complete opposites. 

One seemed to have and had continued to give everything in his angelic being just to gain approval. 

While the other, seemed to receive said approval without needing to do much besides exist.

Lucifer was obviously the latter, yet word on the celestial streets didn't stop at his ingenuity. 

He definitely had a reputation of being quite the troublemaker, not to mention a womanizer. All that didn't concern you though, your main obstacle—and apparently that same one reason why a lot of summoners handed in their resignation after being trusted with this task—was that Lucifer was avoidant.

Yes, he was brilliant at his job, he just had a hard time when it came to actually being present at the job.

Which is why you were currently pacing back and forth in the garden of Eden, trying to think of a way to approach the Morningstar in the most appropriate manner.

You knew that you had to go about this carefully and strategically. Sure you were quite charismatic yourself, your discipline when it came to your work along with your incredible talent of persuasion was what got you to rise through heaven's competitive ranks in the first place.

But Lucifer Morningstar could probably care less about any of that. A couple conversations with a few of your fellow summoners who were previously assigned to him would tell you that much. He wouldn't even bother looking at them. A simple but dismissive wave of his hand would be sufficient to send them scurrying away. And for the more persistent ones, a flap of his large, majestic wings would get the job done.

So you had to take some time to think this through. You actually had exactly an hour and 21 minutes to think it through. It seemed like god had much funnier plans for you though. Because before you can hatch up a full blown 200 pages binder proof plan.

A large portal opened up right above your head, and a pair of the large and quite distinctive pair of wings come into your view—way before their scheduled arrival. The sight made your eyes widen in slight panic.

THUD.

You barely had time to step back before the figure dropped gracefully from the portal, landing in a crouch right in front of you with feathers shimmering gold and silver under Eden’s eternal glow.

He straightened slowly. Dressed in elegant white robes laced with gold thread, his blond hair falling perfectly around his face like he’d been styled by angels themselves—which, well...he probably had. The top hat perched on his head might've seemed a little tacky, but you thought it worked well. He wasn't too tall, taller than you sure but he's probably considered as average.

Yet, despite his seemingly smaller stature, he felt big. Big in his energy. It felt magnetic. The command and confidence were obvious in his posture. 

And as high as your nerves were, you chose not to be intimidated by him. But then, he looked up and your breath got caught in your throat. Especially as a pair of beautiful blueish-golden eyes met yours. You saw a hint of surprise of his own in them before it quickly melted away. Turning into something else that you didn't have the time to over analyze.

"Well," Lucifer drawled, his voice beautiful and steady, confusing you from how it made you calm and slightly anxious at the same time. "this is either the best surprise of my day…or the worst."

Unbeknownst to you, Lucifer was almost mirroring your own thought process, but with less overthinking. He tilted his head at you, amused and....quite enthralled if he was honest. He took a second to take you in. How....beautiful you are, to be exact.

With your white gown, literally draped around your curves, just enough to cover the essentials. Your dark curls lush and long as they fell down your back, and Lucifer just had the urge to run his fingers through them.

Then your face, he didn't stare for long, not wanting to come off as a creep. But he stared long enough to notice the pretty freckles and blemishes that adorned your cheeks. Your lips all plush and soft looking. All those stunning features weren't what got him though, it was your eyes. He didn't know what it was, they just pulled him in, in a way that was very unfamiliar to the prideful angel.

"You’re not Michael." He finally broke his sudden silence. With a statement, not a question.

You swallowed thickly, feeling a little small under his weighty gaze. You could see how his eyes ran over your features, your body, even your wings and it all made you feel so....insecure. Again, you would never show it. You cleared your throat lightly and stepped forward, your hands moving behind your back politely but you still held your head up high. Something that Lucifer took a mental note of.

"No, sir. Sir Micheal sent me here to deliver an official summon for you. In regard to you attending the next council meeting." Despite your nervousness, your voice was steady and your words were clear. But Lucifer was barely paying attention. His brain only focused on how delightfully surprised he was by the sound of your voice. Not too high, but not too low either. It was a perfect middle, so smooth and melodic, he almost wondered—a little narcissistically so—if that's how he himself sounded like to other people.

Lucifer's eyes flicked slowly up and down your form as you spoke. Despite the slight nerves you were clearly feeling, you were a picture of composure.  He'd been expecting a stuttering, blushing mess, the usual image he saw after every summon. 

He wasn't quite sure what to make of you, other than the fact that your presence was far more interesting than he first thought. So he smirked, slowly, intriguingly. He took a single step closer, wings folding neatly behind him as he let his gaze linger on your face just a second longer than appropriate, unable to help himself.

"An official summons?" He repeated, his eyes darting down to the rolled up scroll held in your hands. "How very...formal of you."

Your eyes subtly narrowed at that, not sure why he'd make such an obvious observation. He reached out—not for the scroll yet—but to gently lift one of your dark curls between two fingers, tug at it before watching it spring back when he let go.

"And here I was hoping Michael had finally come himself to drag me back into that stuffy hall." His eyes flicked up to meet yours again, "But instead... he sends an angel so breathtakingly lovely that I almost forget how much I hate bureaucracy."

You blinked at him, caught off guard and finally...just a little outwardly flustered. And you can tell that he caught it too. Because he smiled lightly, but so handsomely that you felt your stupidly inappropriate heart flutter.

"But as gorgeous as you are..." He trailed off as he started to sort of circle you, before he stopped and leaned down to look at you right in the face. "And I do mean that..."

He stopped again for a moment, letting the words linger in the air to make sure you heard them, before he could add breathlessly. "Quite enchanting really."

Oh....Well, now your heart was really not being subtle.

"I won't be going to the council meeting."

You were already preparing a series of poems and angelic scriptures to shout out at the lord, from how happy you were that he said- 

Wait-

"What?"

It was as if a bucket of ice water had just been dumped over your head as you snapped out of trance. Your question was asked in a slight daze, but Lucifer was already flashing you a cheeky grin. Turning his back to you so he could walk away while singing out, "You heard me, darling~" 

Now, you were really snapping out of it because there was no fucking way-

"No, wait! You can't just- refuse a summon ???" You started half shouting as you tried to control your frustration while you pretty much chased after him.

Lucifer glanced over his shoulder at you, raising one perfectly arched eyebrow. He could hear the annoyance in your voice, could see it in your face and it entertained him just as much as it charmed him a little. It seemed as though he definitely hit a sore spot, and it was adorable. Actually, you were adorable.

"You know it's not the first time I've refused one of their lovely little summons~" He drawled, his voice smooth and playful, sort of irritating you now. "I'm sure the Council can survive without seeing my charming face for one more meeting."

You huffed out in frustration at his answer, trying to keep up with his surprisingly long strides. You almost tripped up on a random twine in the grassy ground but you still managed to yell out sassily, "I'm sure if that was the case, they wouldn't have bothered calling for you again, sir!"

You thought that would make him stop, and he did, but it was just for a split moment to look back at you with an amused expression. Then he went back on his way with a chuckle, one that only annoyed you further.

"Sir- Mr. Morningstar-" You gasped out softly, stopping in the middle each time to blow your messy curls away from your face, your hands too busy holding up your stupidly long dress.

"Would you just stop and talk to me?! You can't just ignore an official summon, that's not how it works and you're an archangel for heaven's sake!!" 

You were borderline yelling at the man now. Long gone the carefully crafted, calm and poised facade you had on display earlier. Letting your true, fiery and short fused persona shine through—despite your wishes.

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks this time. For a second, he simply stood there, completely bewildered. You'd already left him speechless with that stunning appearance of yours, but now...he was speechless for a completely different reason. Watching that fire ignite in your eyes, the way your face twisted in annoyance, listening to the the way you were practically yelling at him...

He didn't know how to describe it, he just couldn't find a single word for the storm of thoughts and emotions that started raging within him.

...and he loved every second of it.

So very slowly, he finally turned around, wings giving a single, soft flare behind him as the breeze picked up through Eden’s garden. The golden light caught in his hair, in his eyes, and for the first time since you'd met him, he looked at you. Really looked at you. Not with amusement or flirtation, but real interest. Then a smile, smaller now, more genuine, catching you off guard.

"You're feisty," He murmured, stepping back toward you until there were only a few inches between you. "I like that."

Your brows scrunched up at that as you gave him a half offended, half flustered look. But before you could even snap back at him-

"Most of the angels that Micheal sends just bow their heads and walk away when I say no."  He tilted his head slightly, "You didn’t."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest defiantly at that, "Well, all those other angels either got fired or demoted. And I will not be subject to either of those things."

That same clear and almost formal tone you used before was now back, making one of his brows shoot up—still finding humor in this situation. That was before he heard the next words you muttered under your breath, "Especially not for someone like you..."

His head tilted even more in curiosity as a small grin curled his lips. Clearly he had heard that last part. Surprisingly, he wasn't offended, on the contrary, his grin only widened when he saw you realizing not only what you just said, but that he also heard it. Causing tips of your ears to instantly turn into a beautiful shade of pink. He couldn't help it, he took another step closer, eyes fixed on your face intently.

"Someone like me?" He echoed softly, the smile in his voice almost infuriatingly smug. "You make it sound like a bad thing."

You cleared your throat a little as you glanced to the side awkwardly, not expecting him to have heard that. And yet, you refused to back down. 

"Well, it is certainly not a good thing." You quipped back sassily, before you could even think it through really. Which was why when you realized what you were doing, you added a very quick and very quiet, "....sir."

Lucifer let out a low, rich laugh—so sudden and full that a few birds took flight from the nearby trees. He loved the way you were talking back to him, not intimidated or shy….just bold and defiant. 

It was all so very amusing to him. But it wasn't just amusing, it was something else as well. He just couldn't really put his finger on it right now.

"Oh..." He drawled out as he slowly started to calm down from his laughter, "You're really something else, little darling~"

You were really not that fond of all those pet names he was using, they seemed so condescendingly annoying.

"Exactly so." You sassed back, ironically sounding as prideful as him, "Which is precisely why, I will not be bullied into submission by you, sir. And I am urging you to accept the summons and attend the meeting."

You tried to sound as firm as possible. Despite a part of you realizing that this whole play you were currently trying to put on was now in the shit because of how oddly chaotic this whole interaction had been.

Lucifer took the scroll from your hand—finally, you thought—but instead of reading it or tucking it away, he simply held it between his fingers, twirling it slowly like a baton as he stepped impossibly closer. So close now that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, could see the faint gold flecks in his eyes that shimmered like stars caught in a storm.

"'Bullied into submission', hmm?" Lucifer scoffs out with a snort, "I don't think there's anyone in this realm that can make you submit, sweets."

You were about to talk back to him again, despite the fact that you didn't necessarily disagree with his words, but you still felt offended for some reason. Though, he didn't give you a chance, "I just find it fascinating," 

He continued, finally taking a step back from you, just a small one. "...that out of all the perfect little angels that perfect little Micheal could've sent...he sends you."  

"A firecracker wrapped in grace. All rules and discipline on the outside...but with a bite underneath." His lips curled into thoughtful quirk, his head turning to the side as he shifted his gaze away from you and moved it towards the clear sky. 

"I guess my brother can be creative."

You weren't able to catch that from how low he mumbled it under his breath, but you stayed quiet and watched as he took in a deep, slightly contemplative breath.

"I'll go."

You clicked your tongue in irritation—head jerking to the side with a huff before you yelled again, "I already told you, you can't just-"

Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him again, your eyes wide and mouth agape. "Wait- did you just say that...you'll go?" 

You asked him softly but he could see your flushed cheeks twitching a little, as if you were holding in a smile. Lucifer grinned, slow and knowing—like he’d just won something far more valuable than a petty argument.

"I did~" he purred with a playful look on his face as he twisted the scroll playfully between his fingers. "But not because Michael ordered it."

He started to step closer to you again, so near this time that his breath ghosted over your lips. Then he lowered his voice to a hush meant only for your ears, "I’ll go… because you asked me to."

A beat of silence passed between the two of you at that. The garden around you seemed to still, the breeze growing gentler and the light warmer as those words settled in your chest like a spark catching flame.

And then, despite yourself you felt it, the corner of your mouth twitching upward. Just slightly. Just enough. Just for a second before you dropped it again, but Lucifer could still see the mix of happiness and satisfaction in your eyes.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek lightly, letting a few more moments pass, "Very well. I'll inform Sir archangel Micheal that you will be of attendance." 

You said calmly with the same straight face and turned away to open up a portal with your hand. But before you could step in, you added, almost...playfully?

"And I hope you won't embarrass me, Morningstar~" 

Oh....Well, his heart definitely did a flip at that. 

The way you said his name, the way it sounded from your lips, with your sweet voice. He almost wished he could listen to it every second of every day.But then he realized something as you started to walk away, he never got your name. Just as you were about to step through the portal, his voice stopped you, it was smooth, and laced with that unmistakable charm, "Wait."

You turned back just slightly. The golden light of Eden catching in your hair like fire caught in silk. He took a single step forward, eyes locked on yours. "I never got your name."  

It wasn't a demand. Not even really a question. Just a request, a soft and genuine request. And for the first time since he’d dropped out of the sky like the show-off he is, there wasn't a playful glint in his expression.

You hesitated for just a heartbeat, not sure if the rules permitted you to give him your name or not. Heaven had a lot of rules that needed to be followed after all, even without knowing exactly why.

But then you thought about it for a second, and decided that...maybe it didn't matter if it was against the rules or not. You wanted to do it. So you gave him one small smile, the kind that made his chest tighten without his permission.

"It's (y/n)." Your voice was a lot softer now, a little sweeter almost, "Till next time, Morningstar~"

Lucifer repeated your name in a near whisper, rolling it around in his mind like a fine wine on the tongue, wanting to commit it to his memory. And as you turned away and finally walked into the portal, slowly slipping out of his sight, he could feel his heartbeat speed up, just a bit from the disappointment.

"Until next time, (y/n)" He echoed softly, oddly enough, wanting nothing more than for that day to come.

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

It was exactly a year later when you and Lucifer met again. 

Since the both of you ran in different work circles in heaven, running into each other wasn't expected, especially since Lucifer was in a much higher position than you were. Although it seemed like a promotion wasn't that far ahead for you. Especially since Lucifer, for the first time in decades, had actually attended the council meeting.

Turns out, he was a man of his words after all.

And Micheal was more than satisfied with your work—he was actually super impressed and slightly in disbelief but his nonchalant persona would never show that—and that is how you were once more tasked with summoning Sir Lucifer Morningstar. Along with other high-ranking angels of course, but they aren't nearly as important....or handsome.

You were in your chambers now, getting ready to go summon the troublesome angel that hadn't left your thoughts for quite some time. You weren't sure why you were tidying up your hair right now, adding some thin braids and some flowers.

Or why you were using some crushed berries to add a little flush to your cheeks and a tint to your lips. Or why you even bought a perfume specially made with peonies and white musk, that had a price tag way above your usual budget.

It was all very strange indeed. 

But you decided to push those thoughts aside as you stood there, waiting in the garden of Eden that Lucifer frequented often. The one where you two met for the first time a year ago. The garden was just as beautiful as you remembered. The breeze was warm and gentle, carrying the sweet scent of blossoms through the air, but even that couldn't calm your nerves.

You kept glancing behind you and fidgeting with one of your braids. Trying to keep yourself distracted from the thoughts that were rushing through your head. 

Like what if he didn't show up? Or worse...what if he did? Actually, every scenario you could think of, that doesn't consist of a divine lightning striking your head and killing you, sounded equally terrible. Then, without warning, a familiar voice broke through the silence behind you.

"Well, well, well...I thought a smart girl like you would've been promoted by now."  Lucifer said, his tone low and laced with amusement.

You felt your heartbeat pick up a bit at the sound of his words, but you kept your cool as you turned around. Giving him a small, pretty smile. A genuine one.

"I did get promoted. Getting someone of your caliber and of your....tendencies, to attend a council session after so many decades, is no little feat." You said to him softly and a little playfully as you took the first step towards him. 

He chuckled, the sound deep and melodious, "You make it sound like I have a track record of being completely insufferable."

Even as he spoke, you could see his gaze drifting over you, taking you in. The small braids in your hair, the subtle flush in your cheeks, the flower placed behind your ear. All the small details that you'd put time and thought into, without even realizing it yourself.

"And those words are surely not mine, Lucifer." You teased but all Lucifer could focus on was the fact that you said his name, his actual first name this time.

He thought that in the past year, he would've gotten over you by now. Especially since, to his great misfortune, he never got to see you again, but that was obviously not the case. "I thought that you were going to be at that meeting."

His words caught you off guard a little, as it almost sounded like he was sad that you weren't there. 

"I assumed you knew that I am not of a high enough grade to attend the celestial council sessions." You explained to him gently and Lucifer only gave you a slow nod.

He had a strange look in his eyes as he continued to study you. Like he was seeing you again for the first time, like he was memorizing every little detail of your face, your hair, your skin, your body. It should have felt unnerving, almost...invasive or at the very least nerve racking like the first time he did that. And yet it didn't.

"Of course I knew that." He murmured, watching you intently, "But I would've still preferred to see you there."

Your playful demeanor dropped for a moment as you processed his words. It wasn't his words that surprised you though, it was their delivery. They just sounded so....sincere.

You being you though, made you unable to give back a response that had actual substance or value. And instead, all you could murmur out was, "Maybe you should give me a recommendation then." 

And Lucifer chuckled at that, happy that you were still as bold as that first time he met you.

"Maybe I will." He replied gently but you quickly shook your head.

"No, don't do that actually. I don't need a man's help to advance in my career." 

You were being half playful and half serious but all Lucifer could do was throw his head back as a laugh rippled out of him at the way you kept going back and forth with your words. The sight made you give him an offended look but a smile of your own was starting to bloom on your pretty face, "You're laughing way too hard now."

Lucifer shook his head at that, still recovering from his laughter, and even though he was trying to contain his smile, it simply wouldn't go away.

"I'm laughing because you're funny, darling." He teased, and your half offended, half amused expression only seemed to make him want to laugh more. "I respect that, though. You're an independent woman. I like it..."

His gaze traveled along the lines of your body again, this time more openly, without as much pretense. "...it's very enticing." 

The subtle, rosy tint in your cheeks, the way your clothes hugged your figure, the way the sunlight seemed to catch in your hair and your skin…he could only sigh as he felt the heat buildup inside of him.

The urge to just get closer, to touch and feel you in all the ways he couldn't do so a year ago was almost overwhelming. He didn't know what was wrong with him. It wasn't like he didn't have both women and men falling to his feet begging for his attention and affection, so why was he so enthralled by you ?

You could see his eyes on you. You could feel them even, they didn't make you uncomfortable but they made you feel some other emotions that you weren't really ready to confront.

"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Because I do hate to be the bearer of bad news..." You trailed off softly, watching as he tilted his head to the side in wonder and confusion. Before he saw you pull out a scroll from behind your back. "You've been summoned once more, sir Lucifer Morningstar." 

Your tone was playfully formal as you handed him the scroll, which he surprisingly took without much of a hassle. The man was trying extremely hard, yet failing miserably not to look disappointed by putting on his usual smug smile. 

He'd been trying to think of ways he could keep you here, just a little bit longer. But it seemed like whatever plans he had would have to wait for another time. He gave a heavy, theatrical sigh as he took the scroll from you, his eyes meeting yours as he quipped sarcastically, "You're really going to make me go…?" 

You could see the disappointment in his eyes and you hoped that he wouldn't notice how it mirrored the one in yours. You crinkled your nose at him cheekily as you replied, "I'm afraid it's your job to go, darling~"

In your effort to match his sarcasm, you failed to notice how the nickname slipped out of you so easily. As if you've been calling him that for centuries. At least you would've failed to notice it, if it wasn't for the look of surprise that came over his face. Before it transformed into something else.

"Say that again?" He tried to slip it by you, but you had already caught on. And for some very obvious reason, you were enjoying having the upper hand this time.

"No."

At your simple answer and teasing smile, Lucifer couldn't help but grin handsomely, look to the side, push his tongue against the inside of his cheek in a mix of irritation and embarrassment at having been caught.

"You got me. It was worth a try though." He was smoothly able to save himself. And it made you laugh for the first time in front of him. Actually laugh.

Like a full on giggle, with your head tilting down, and your dimples coming out. And Lucifer could swear he heard the birds sing when they heard the melodic sound of your happiness.

He was silent for a moment, just watching you—really watching you—as if he’d only now begun to see the whole picture. Not just your beauty, not just your fire, but the little things. The way your nose crinkled when you laughed. How your eyes softened at the edges. 

Lucifer had heard countless voices across the realms: angels singing in perfect harmony, sirens weaving spells with their tones…but none of it compared to this. To you. To that single, unrestrained giggle that felt like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.

In a second, he was completely disarmed. Looking like a complete idiot as he stood there, mesmerized.

And then something happened that neither of you saw, that no one physically can see but the god responsible for it all.

A gold shimmer like film went over Lucifer's eyes before it was gone in a flash.

A sign. 

A sign of something that bloomed to life inside the angel's heart.

"Ohhh...you're very funny, Morningstar~" Your breathless words that slipped out of you once you calmed down from your amusement snapped Lucifer back to reality.

He had a feeling that he looked like a complete fool for staring at you with such open fascination and, dare anyone say, adoration. But he quickly recovered.

His grin returned, his expression going back to the usual playfulness that you were starting to get familiar with. "I try my best, darling. You make it easy." 

His response was smooth and suave, but there was an undercurrent of something new in his voice, almost sounding like fondness. The playfulness in your face sort of melted away into something else, when you saw the look on his own face. You couldn't quite place it, you were usually great at reading people, but you couldn't tell what the archangel in front of you was thinking.

Your heart could feel it though. But once again, you weren't ready to admit that. And you definitely didn't know how to respond to his smooth words. All you could do was bite the inside of your cheek lightly, to try and hold in your smile. "Well, Lucifer....I'm glad I'm making something easy for you, considering the nature of my presence here." 

Your voice was like a gentle breeze as it reached Lucifer's ears. His breath got caught in his chest at the way you said his name again. Not "sir Lucifer" not "Morningstar." Just...Lucifer.

You said it like you had every right to claim it. Like you'd been saying it forever. His eyes darkened a shade, as he took a slow step forward, naturally closing the distance between you without even realizing he’d moved.

"Your presence? Funny…I was just thinking how easy it is to forget I’m supposed to hate these summons when they've been bringing me you." The air between you shifted as it charged itself with something unspoken. The garden around you felt suddenly too quiet as well, like the world was holding its breath.

"And for the record…" he added, leaning in just enough that his voice became a whisper meant only for your ears, "...nothing about you feels like a chore."

You stifled a soft gasp at the feeling of his warm breath hitting your ear. Your heart racing in your chest. Yet, you held it together. With grace, calmness, and an air of confidence that Lucifer felt surpassed his own. Slowly, you turned your head to the side, until your faces were a breath apart.

"Maybe I should make it a little harder for you then..." Your soft whisper caught the prideful man off guard, and you saw it too.

Before he could get the chance to do anything though, you stepped back. Opened up a portal and turned around but before you could step in, you looked back at him once more and added, "Oh~ and by the way, this will be the last time you'll have me come to you." 

His eyes widened a little, making you smile a little in amusement before you continued, "I wasn't lying when I told you that I didn't need anyone's help to rise through the ranks. I've already been promoted." 

You could see his expression change at that, he almost seemed a little proud of you in a way. But he was also smart enough to understand what that implied, "I'm assuming that you'll no longer be in charge of summoning me, correct?"

He asked softly and curiously, wanting to seem indifferent again, but there was a certain disappointment in his tone. You just smiled gently in return, tilting your head to the side in that cute way that he'd already grown to adore.

"Unfortunately not." You said with a small, sad sigh of your own. Then you glanced back up at him, smiling a little to yourself when you saw the way he looked down at the ground, all dejected.

"But....I'm sure that someone of your caliber will have a way of finding me~" 

His golden eyes moved back to you, a certain sparkle came over them, replacing the sad look that was previously there.

"...If you want to, of course." Your little bold act dropped with that, exposing a more vulnerable side of you, one that mirrored Lucifer's.

He leaned back slightly, his wings giving a small, unconscious flare behind him as he processed your words. The wind picked up just then, rustling the trees and sending a few petals spiraling between you two like tiny messengers of fate.

His expression turned warmer, a quiet sense of wonder filling both his mind and his heart, like he’d just been handed a second chance that he didn't know he wanted.

"You're right," He said gently, voice low but sure as he promised, "I will find you."  

Your smile widened, feeling your heart tighten in a mix of fluttery and anticipation at what's to come. "I'll be waiting."

Lucifer could feel his breath catch in his throat, his hands closing into fists behind his back, as if doing a silent 'yes!!' to himself.

"I...hope we meet again soon." He said quietly, his eyes still on you.

"That'll depend on you....darling~" 

Lucifer's face brightened and his smile widened. You repeated it again. Oh, he adored it. He wanted to hear you call him that again and again and again. He was so caught up in that thought, that he didn't see you leave. And only watched as the light shimmered behind you while the portal began to close. 

But just before it did, a single golden feather drifted down from above. Landing gently where your foot had been moments ago. He looked at it for a heartbeat…then smiled to himself as he reached down and picked it up. He held the golden feather between his fingers, turning it slowly in the light as if it might reveal some secret message to him. 

And for Lucifer Morningstar—the most prideful of them all—it wasn’t pride that made him tuck that feather into his coat over his heart, but something different.

Something he wouldn’t name just yet…but would one day call love.

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

The Grand Archives of Eden were silent, save for the soft rustle of pages and the distant hum of celestial energy pulsing through the ancient scrolls. 

Towering shelves stretched into infinity, lit by floating orbs of golden candlelight filled the grounds. With rows upon endless rows of glowing scrolls and ancient tomes floating in the air like fireflies, each holding secrets of the cosmos. While hymns hummed through the pillars of light that stretched from floor to ceiling. Only the most trusted angels were allowed access here.

Which was why you were standing near one of the higher balconies, flipping through a heavy celestial ledger with focused eyes and full concentration, the dedication to your task hard to miss.

You'd been waiting for a few months now with no sign of Lucifer. One would think that the great and favored archangel would've found you by now. But unfortunately for him, you had made the task especially difficult.

It wasn't for a malicious reason really, you just weren't one to make it easy on a man you were interested in. Especially when the man in question is one of such stature and such character. You just wanted him to chase you around a bit. Play a little hard to get.

You did think you had a few more months though, because you thought you were good at hiding. Turns out he's better.

Suddenly the air shifted around you, or rather...it stilled. Your heart could sense his presence. And yet, you didn't look up from your book. Not even when you heard the quiet lean of a body against one of the pillars beside you.

"Well now." That voice again, smooth as silk, and as calming as the wind to your ears. "If it isn't my favorite summoner."

You didn't look up at first, pretending to be engrossed in your work, but your fingers paused slightly on the page.

"You mean former summoner." You corrected softly, still not turning around as you added, "Took you long enough."

You heard him chuckle lowly before he stepped closer, near enough that his sleeve brushed yours, near enough that you could catch his scent, warm and golden like sunlight hitting freshly fallen snow.

Lucifer then tilted his head, his eyes roaming over your expression, the subtle shift in your gaze. Your cold-shoulder didn't phase him. He knew your game. He could see you trying to act like his presence didn't set your heartbeat off. But he could easily tell that the corners of your mouth twitched, trying to hold in a smile that you so obviously tried to suppress.

"You've made it difficult."

Your smile broke out at those gentle words, and you closed your book before finally looking up at him. But you only took less than a fleeting moment to take him in.

His blonde hair nicely combed, his usual top hat was missing but you can't say that you minded it. His robes were different from the ones you've seen him wear in the past two times you've met, almost as if he made sure to wear the more fancy ones for the occasion.

His eyes, still gentle but the air of playfulness and mischief was still present. And his smile...Now that one got you. It wasn't the usual smirk he gave you when you'd go back and forth. Or the arrogant one you'd heard he gave to almost everyone else. It was a true smile, sweet and almost nostalgic looking. One that was so...so very handsome too.

"You've noticed." Your response came almost as fast as his own sentence came out of his mouth. Not giving him a clue about your inner thoughts, not yet at least.

He had to fight a laugh of fondness and amusement at your stubbornness, at the way you were still pretending to not be as happy to see him as he was to see you. He loved it, he loved how challenging you were making things for him.

Lucifer let his eyes roam idly over your form, taking in every detail. You looked just as gorgeous as he remembered you. Soft and pretty and so so sweet. He had missed you.

"Of course I have, darling." He said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders, all casual.

You could feel the way his eyes ran over you, as usual, and you almost wished that you had put a little more effort while getting ready for the day, but you didn't expect him to find you so fast. You only crinkled your nose back at him as you gave him a playfully sarcastic nod and a hum. Your actions making him laugh a little.

"Hi, Lucifer~" 

You finally said while putting away the ledger you were going over. Greeting him properly for the first time since he appeared just now, and for the first time in months. He watched you, his heart squeezing tightly in his chest. You were just as captivating as he remembered. More even.

"Hi, (y/n)" His voice was soft and tender, his usual teasing tone gone for just this moment. He was so happy to see you again, to hear you say his name.

The Archives were quiet around you two, the floating scrolls and glowing orbs casting soft golden light onto your faces. For a moment, neither of you spoke—just stood there, letting the silence settle between you, oddly comfortable and familiar. But he decided to break it first.

"You look lovely." You heard him say, his voice gentle and his words genuine.

You properly looked at him now, locking your eyes with his and for the first time today, he caught you getting a little flustered, just ever so slightly.

"Thank you." Your voice was a lot softer than you wanted it to be, almost a whisper. But it was okay, Lucifer had perfectly heard it. Both of you seemed to be at a loss for words. The air between the two of you wasn't uncomfortable but it was filled with tension that neither of you addressed.

You promptly took a hold of the cart full of books and ledgers that was in front of you, then turning it around to start pushing it. Lucifer quickly took the hint and started to walk alongside you.

"I heard you've been giving your new summoner a hard time." You decide to break the silence this time, wanting to melt the ice a bit. 

All while looking at the shelves to start organizing the ledgers in your cart. Pretending that you weren't also trying to nose around and find out his opinion of your replacement.

Lucifer fell into step beside you, taking in the sight of your small frame struggling to push the heavy cart full of books. He had to fight the urge to reach out and take the cart away from you, knowing it would be pointless to even suggest it when you were this stubborn. He would've probably ended up offending you if he tried to help.

He just chuckled softly, a small smile breaking across his face. He had no qualms about being difficult on purpose. "Guilty as charged, darling. She's no fun."

You turned your head to glance at him with a raised brow before going back to your task.

"No fun?" you wondered while raising your arm to place a ledger in its correct place on one of the shelves.

His eyes lingered on you, on the way the fabric of your dress hugged your body, the way your hair fell around your face. He'd missed this. The lighthearted banter, it just seemed so easy with you.

He leaned into the cart, disrupting its movement while standing a little closer to you to continue on, "She doesn't have your wit."

Lucifer said bluntly. No point in lying or sugarcoating anything. Something told him you'd see right through it anyway. You suppressed a small smile when you heard that, was it obvious that you were happy about his dislike for his new summoner ?

You turned your back to him as you took a few more ledgers and books in your arms and started to organize them, "Yeah...she's a great girl but the poor little one can't take a joke for the life of her." 

He hummed back in agreement from behind you, "Still...don't give her such a hard time, Morningstar~" 

His name spilled from your lips beautifully, almost as if you were extending it on purpose. You probably weren't but the man was currently seeing you through rose colored hypothetical glasses.

While he was busy trying to calm his beating heart, you turned to look back at him and add, a little sweeter now, "For me, hm?" 

Again, he swears you did that on purpose. You had to know that it would drive him absolutely insane acting this way. The corners of his mouth quirked up into a smile. It was hard to tell whether you were just being kind or if you were really asking him a favor, but he'd play along anyway.

"For you." He agreed, his voice low and soft. Anything for you.

You glanced at him with a small smile, giving him a tiny window to your inner feelings. The next few minutes passed in silence, with Lucifer leaning his back against one of the shelves, watching you organize the different ledgers and books into their respective places.

He'd occasionally remove his gaze from you—with slight difficulty if he was honest—and move it around the different titles and categories. He kept doing that in an effort to distract himself and try to come up with something to say to you. 

Since unfortunately for him, all the things that he'd thought of and planned to say throughout these past couple of months that he'd spent looking for you, were completely gone from his head.

Then he heard a soft huff coming from your direction, diverting his attention back to you. You, who was currently on your tippy toes, stretching and straining to try and reach one of the higher shelves. You were about to fall back down onto your heels when you suddenly felt a presence behind you. With a broad chest now pressed up against your back and a warm hand on your small waist to steady you.

You held your breath—quite obviously—as Lucifer reached over you, took the ledger from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours so subtly that you almost didn't notice it, and placed it into its place. Okay, it’s over now, you can breathe. Was what you thought to yourself-

"Could've just asked for help." He whispered right next to your ear and your body tensed before relaxing again when he gave your waist a tiny squeeze.

"I'll ask for it next time." You tried to sound bold as you said that, but your whisper was shaky at best. But Lucifer didn't comment, only smiled to himself before pulling away, his hand on your waist being the last to leave. 

Your face was burning hot at this point, the air in this stupid library thickening for some reason as you continued pushing the stupid cart and shelving the stupid books.

Lucifer obviously noticed what you were doing and it made him feel very fucking smug but he played it cool, crossed his arms and continued watching you in content silence. But at some point, the two of you needed to say more than three words at a time, "Darling?"

You glanced back at him over your shoulder, a quiet "hmm?" slipping from your lips as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your fingers still held a worn out celestial ledger, but you'd slowed—like part of you already knew this moment was coming.

Lucifer pushed off the pillar he was leaning on and took a couple steps closer. Not enough to crowd you like he did earlier, but just enough to close the distance his heart had wanted closed for months.

"You said I could find you." His voice wasn't all deep and teasing like when he whispered earlier, just warmer, reminding you of how sunlight would shine through stained glass. "And I did."  

He tilted his head slightly, golden eyes moving over your side profile, silently urging you to look back at him, "...Does that mean I win?"

You stopped in your tracks right there, taking your time to place the last ledger where it belonged. Then you finally turned to him, both your hands staying behind your back as they held onto the bar of the cart, squeezing a little in nervousness.

"Win what?" You asked, your voice much softer than anticipated. You weren't sure where this was going. You weren't even sure if it could even go anywhere at all.

Lucifer took another step forward, closing the space between you until only a breath remained. Giving you a chance to really look at him in detail, the small stubble on his chin, how long his lashes were, how nice he smelled....maybe being this close wasn't that good of an idea.

The air around you hummed with something neither of you could name, it was soft and electric, like the brief instants before a storm breaks.

"Your attention." His voice was barely above a whisper now,  "Your time...maybe even..."  

He let the words hang in the silence between your heartbeats, but before he could part his lips to say his next words-

"(Y/N)!!!" 

The sound of your name being aggressively shouted, echoed through the halls of the ancient building. And you knew exactly who was calling for you. The voice of the very old keeper of this place that always brought shivers down your spine.

You turned to Lucifer with wide eyes, you couldn't be seen here with him. At least you....think ? you couldn't, you weren't particularly sure why though.

"Are you allowed to be here?!" You whispered yelled at him in slight panic while the keeper of the archives kept calling for you. The man was a little confused and your panic was sort of making him panic too.

"I am an archangel, of course I can be here." He whispered back to you with an offended tone, not understanding why you were freaking out.

"No! I mean, did you get the clearance to enter, today specifically?!" 

Ohh...now he understands why you were freaking out. The sight of his own eyes growing wide told you everything you needed.

He could see your eyebrows furrowing in frustration, your pretty face turning and your lips parting as if you wanted to cuss but your body wasn't allowing you to. But before he could think about it too hard, you had grabbed him and pulled him down to the floor.

You suddenly squatting down behind the cart full of books and ledgers almost caused you to stumble a bit, if it weren't for Lucifer's arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady.

Your hearts were pounding in unison as you both crouched behind the cart, hidden from view. You could still hear the distant footsteps of the Keeper echoing through the vast archives, but all you could focus on was how close Lucifer was to you.

His arm still held around your waist, warm and firm. His breath ghosted over your ear. And his eyes golden and wide with a mix of amusement and panic as they locked onto yours in the dim candlelight. He had to bite back a laugh really, finding your panic almost endearing. "You little rebel." 

He mumbled, trying not to laugh. You slapped him in the shoulder gently and glared at him, not finding any of this funny.

"Shut up! Why wouldn't you get the security pass?!!" You asked with a low and urgent voice but he only gave you a faux innocent look and a shrug. Stifling another laugh while trying to keep his gaze serious. You were cute when you were mad.

Lucifer leaned in and shrugged again, his arm still wrapped around you as he kept their bodies hidden behind the cart. Taking a split second in the midst of the chaos to run his gaze over your pretty face.

"Forgot." He admitted very simply, with a small but cheeky smile. You glared at him again, your nose crinkling in slight frustration. Truly wanting to smack his head for being so careless.

"You 'forgot' ??!" You repeated it in disbelief but you could hear the sound of the keeper getting closer and her voice growing louder as she called for you.

"I swear, I'm going to murder you." You tried to sound menacing but Lucifer just found you so adorable that he dropped his head into your shoulder to stifle his laughter without thinking.

"Shhh~!!" You quickly scolded before you cleared your throat, ignoring the warmth spreading through your chest and pushed him away a bit to stand up.

"Yes, ma'am!! I'm right here~!" You called out to the keeper in your steadiest voice. All while standing with the cart in front of Lucifer's crouched body. The heavy footsteps paused and you held your breath nervously.

"...Are you alone, child?" The Keeper's voice came again—aged, sharp, and carrying the weight of centuries. "I sensed another presence. A powerful one."

You swallowed hard, eyes darting down to Lucifer for half a second. He just grinned up at you and gave you a quick, cheeky wink, as if this was a very funny situation. As if he wasn’t the reason you were currently breaking celestial protocol in one of Eden’s holiest libraries.

"No, ma'am," You said quickly, "just... talking to myself! Practicing incantations. Out loud. For...memory retention and all that."

Silence stretched between the shelves, long enough for your pulse to throb in your ears. Before she finally sighed, "Carry on. And do try not to disturb the resonance fields with your….dramatics."

"Yes, ma'am!!!" You gave her your most respectful nod as she finally glided away down another aisle.

Making you huff in relief, not noticing the way the elder angel smiled to herself a little while thinking about how ridiculous of you to think that she'd fall for such nonsense....or that she didn't see the blond head of hair peeking from behind you.

Only when her presence faded completely did you drop the act and turned to Lucifer to smack him square in the chest when he finally bursted out laughing. "You idiot!! You're gonna get me banished from the archives-" 

His giggling was cutting off your angry ranting. "Oh my good lord, that was hilarious~" 

You could see him wipe away a stray tear from his eye and you couldn't even believe how one could be so careless. And how someone so unbelievably reckless could make your stomach flutter with butterflies this way. You didn't have time to contemplate on it though, knowing that the keeper would probably come back again.

"Come on, we need to get you out of here! I know a side exit!!" You whispered yelled at him as you pulled him to get up. Before taking a hold of his larger and weirdly warmer hand. Have you already mentioned that his hands are warm?

Lucifer's laughter died down into a soft chuckle as you scolded him, his golden eyes twinkling with both mischief and amusement.  But he couldn't help but feel his heart squeeze a little at the way your small hand wrapped around his  tugged him upward.

You've never touched skin to skin before. The closest he'd gotten was when he helped you with the book earlier, or even just right now when he steadied you by the waist, still it was all over the clothes.

But this. This brought a shiver up his spine. He could feel the electricity burst through his body the second your hand held his. And he could feel himself growing greedy, wishing for more. He pushed those thoughts to the side and stumbled to his feet, still chuckling and slightly out of breath, "Alright, alright." 

He tried to pull a serious face, but his eyes betrayed him. Still sparkling with the thrill of the moment, "Lead the way, angel."

You didn’t hesitate—just tugged him forward, your fingers still locked with his as you led him through the labyrinth of glowing shelves. The archives were quieter now, the distant hymns and floating light orbs casting shifting patterns across your face.

Lucifer followed effortlessly, though he stayed just close behind you—close enough to feel the warmth radiating from your body, close enough to memorize the way your wings shifted with each step. He wasn’t even pretending not to stare anymore.

When you finally reached a narrow archway tucked between two ancient pillars—one that most angels overlooked because it looked like solid stone—you pressed both of your hands against it. A soft hum resonated through the air as golden and silver sigils flared to life beneath your touch, swirling like liquid gold before the wall silently peeled open down the middle.

Lucifer turned to you with a look of awe but you were in a hurry. Especially since you could hear the keeper calling for you again, making you sigh in irritation as you called back.

"Coming, ma'am~!!" With that, you looked at Lucifer again to pull your interlaced hands and push at his shoulder with your other one.

"Hurry and go now. The passage will lead you to the 7th level garden." You whispered urgently while pushing him out the door but he tightened his grip on your hand and pulled you close to him.

"What're you-?" 

"Go on a date with me." His hushed words felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over your head.

And you stood there, eyes wide, mouth agape and silent for a few moments until the keeper called out for you again, "L...lucifer, you need to leave!!" 

He didn’t let go. His voice was low and steady with no prideful flair in it, only pure and quiet determination.

"Say yes first." His tone was urgent like he was offering his heart to you, knowing that you could crush it with a single word. "I’m not leaving until you do."  

Somewhere down the hall, the Keeper called your name again—louder this time—but all you could hear was the thunder of your own pulse in your ears.

"You’re impossible...." you whispered, "and...and I have rules to follow-"

"And I’ve waited months just to see you again..." He cut in softly, "so yeah… I’m impossible. But only for you."

Your lips parted to speak but he beat you to it once more, "If you don't want to, just say the word and I won't ever bother you again."

Your thoughts swirled with conflict, you were supposed to be professional. Disciplined.

You weren’t supposed to sneak archangels out through forbidden passages and definitely weren’t supposed to feel this kind of fluttering in your chest when one looked at you like he did.

"...You’re impossible." You whispered again, voice trembling but not with anger, with anticipation, with thrill that you had never felt before since your creation. 

"Fine. Yes, I'll go on a date with you." You finally relented, in a volume that wasn't as quiet as it should've been, but you didn't necessarily care at this point, "Now go before I lose my rank because of you!"  

Lucifer’s face lit up like dawn breaking over Eden, a grin so bright it made your breath hitch. “So worth it.”  

And with that, he pressed a quick kiss to your knuckles that made butterflies jump through your abdomen. Then he vanished into the hidden passage as the stone sealed shut behind him, leaving only warmth...and a promise hanging in the air between worlds.

Lucifer stood on the other side of the stone as it settled, his head spinning as adrenaline still flooded his system. His heart was fluttering—he had been so sure you'd reject him.

But you had said yes. You had said yes!!

That realization made him let out a quiet yell of excitement the moment he was alone, pumping his fist into the air and hopping up and down before he suddenly stopped, hands on his knees as he bent down, panting. 

What in all the realms was he going to do now?!

You stood on the other side of the stone wall with your back pressed against it. Chest pounding, face flushed in complete disbelief as you tried to comprehend what just happened.

Your head raced with so many thoughts, and yet a big, wide smile came over your lips. But then the Keeper called for you for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past five minutes, pulling you back to reality, “Child! If you don’t come here right this instant, I will drag you here myself-” 

"Yes, ma'am!!! I’m right here, I’m coming, sorry for the wait!!!!"

You sprinted down the aisle, your wings fluttering slightly with each panicked step, heart still racing—not from fear of the Keeper, but from what had just happened behind that hidden wall.

When you finally reached her, she stood tall and stern as ever—silver hair coiled in intricate braids, eyes sharp like shards of ice. She looked you up and down slowly, then sighed through her nose.

"Your aura’s flaring like a newborn star," She said flatly. "And your heart's racing so fast that it's disturbing the serenity of the space."  

You froze. Then your mouth opened, then it closed. No incantation was coming fast enough to your mind to talk your way out of this one. The keeper studied you for a long beat…then turned away with a small shake of her head, "Just don’t let it disrupt the archives again."  

And just like that, she walked off with a light shake of her head. Relief washed over you in an instant, your smile returning again as you chirped back.

"Understood, ma'am!!"

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Your next meeting was much sooner than you had anticipated. 

It was as if Lucifer swore that he wouldn't wait months again. A few days after that nerve-wracking situation in the archives, you received a letter sent by Lucifer, detailing the day and time of your first official date. Oddly enough, there wasn't a location written. Only a carefully taped container with a small, sleeping butterfly inside of it, one that seemed magically charged. 

Along with a small note that stated the following :

'Within this little vessel rests a creature of borrowed light. When you lift the lid, do not be startled, for she will not stray. Only circle you once to learn your light…before guiding you to mine.'

- Lucifer Morningstar.

After reading, you carefully peeled the jar and placed it on top of your bedside table. Before you took the letter and pressed it over your chest. Falling asleep with it with a smile on your face and anticipation inside your heart. 

You couldn't wait.

The day arrived like a secret the universe had been holding just for you. And you were up before the sunlight. You just couldn't sleep. Your mind kept replaying Lucifer's words, a smile breaking across your face every time you remembered them. 

The great and favored archangel who never gave a hint of interest or attention to anyone, asked you on a date. And you had said yes. What even.

Sunlight filtered through the high arches of your chamber as you stood before the mirror, adjusting the straps of your ivory colored dress. The way it draped over your curves mirrored the way water would fall over spring leaves. It was floor length, with a slit that came up to the middle of your thigh, the neckline dipping just enough to give away a peak of your cleavage. Attached to the shoulder straps was a delicate gold-threaded fabric to create a makeshift cape across your shoulders, one that shimmered faintly with celestial energy. 

The attire chosen not to impress…but because it made you feel beautiful. For him.

While you were busy tidying up your long curls and applying your perfume, you heard the sound of movement. The tiny glass jar trembled slightly on your nightstand. You turned around, heart skipping as the enchanted butterfly inside began to glow with a gentle pulse of gold and violet light, rhythmic like a heartbeat as it awakened from its rest. You quickly forgot what you were doing and hurried towards the jar before lifting the lid.

The creature emerged in a breath of light, no bigger than your palm, its wings painted with constellations that shifted as it hovered in place and if you weren't in a hurry, you could've probably spent hours staring and analyzing the intricate patterns. It circled around you once, then twice, studying your aura like it truly could see your soul before it finally stilled. And with a single twitch, it flew towards your door before stopping again, while you in turn moved towards it with no hesitation.

The butterfly led you through winding celestial pathways—down marble staircases woven with ivy, past courtyards where the first evening stars winked awake overhead. The air smelled of fresh rain and earth, sweet and cool against your skin as you followed the shimmering creature further from the heart of Eden. Soon, the manicured gardens gave way to wilder terrain—a sloping hill dotted with luminous flowers that pulsed like fireflies under the dusk light. And there, beyond the bend, a lake stretched before you, its surface so still it mirrored the daylight sky perfectly, blurring the line between heaven and water. 

And there, at the water’s edge, Lucifer stood waiting. His back was turned to you, his familiar silhouette framed by the fading light. He wore robes of deep gold this time, the fabric cascading like liquid over his broad shoulders, cinched at the waist with a belt of woven starlight. 

His wings—usually kept tucked away—were partially unfurled, the feathers catching the reflection of everything around them. The butterfly alighted on his outstretched finger as he turned, his smile slow but elated.

"Took you long enough."

You had taken in a shaky breath when you saw him. The nervousness that melted away from your body on the journey here was suddenly making its way back to you. But those words, those very familiar ones, they made you feel at ease. Made you drop your head with a breathless laugh as you echoed back.

"You've made it difficult."

His smile widened, happy that you caught that, but even happier at the knowledge that it wasn't only him who's been thinking about your last meeting. You took a few steps closer, watching silently as your companion on the way here dissolved into a shower of sparkles on his fingers.

"Hi, Lucifer~" 

His eyes sparkled at that. Yeah, he definitely had a thing for you saying his name.

"Hi, (y/n)."

He stepped closer, boots silent against the soft grass, until he was near enough that you could see the way the lantern light painted flecks of amber in his eyes. Near enough that if you reached out, your fingers would brush his chest. Instead of speaking, he simply offered his arm, a gentlemanly gesture that you felt suited him perfectly.

"Walk with me?" His voice was low and intimate, only meant for your ears. You were a bit taken aback if you were honest. The change in his demeanor caught you off guard. It's not like he was ever rude to you or anything. But he was usually very playful and a little cocky even, curtsy of him knowing how charming he is. So to see him acting that way, all calm and gentle, softer. It surprised you. In a good way.

You gave him a little smile and slowly, but with no hesitation, looped your arm into his. Your free hand moving to rest on the crook of his elbow.

Lucifer then started leading the two of you on a slow, meandering course along the lake shore. His steps were unhurried, long and easy, with you following effortlessly beside him. For a long moment, both of you stayed like that in comfortable silence, the only sound being that of the rippling water and the quiet rustle of the afternoon breeze through the treetops. Lucifer glanced down at the hand you had around his arm, his fingers itching to intertwine with yours.

Meanwhile, your head was turned away from him. Your eyes taking in the scenery, the air, even the slight tension between the two of you.

"I've never been to this part of the garden..." You broke the silence first and gave him a glance. Only to look away quickly when you realized that he had already been looking at you.

"It's beautiful...." You finally added, staring at the way the lake sparkled as the sun rays hit its waters.

All while Lucifer stared at you. His gaze fixed on your face, studying your features intently. It was a look of quiet adoration. One that could only be noticed through careful observation.

"It is beautiful."

Your cheeks warmed at his words—at the way he said them like he wasn’t talking about the lake at all. You turned your face away again, but not before he caught the small smile tugging at your lips. The silence stretched between you, soft and charged, as you both continued walking.

Eventually, the path led to a small clearing where a low table had been set up beside the water, laden with fruits, delicate pastries, and a carafe of what looked like liquid starlight—a celestial wine reserved for archangels.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of the little picnic setting he had going on. And you could almost feel yourself getting emotional but you reined it in. Not wanting to freak the man out on your first date. So you opted for a small gasp and a big, pretty smile.

Lucifer felt his heart squeezing and his adrenaline rushing at your reaction. His nerves now calming down a bit as he started to feel like he wasn't actually fucking this up. He played it cool though, and gestured to it with a tilt of his head, "Hungry?"

You crinkled your nose back in response, a habit of yours that he was already growing obsessed with. And he had the sudden urge to run his pointer finger along the curve of your nose.

"Have a seat."

Lucifer guided you to the spread with gentle insistence, his hand lingering on the small of your back as you settled onto the cushioned seating beside the low table. The gesture seemed casual, but the way his fingers trembled slightly against your dress betrayed him.

"Thank you." You said softly and politely as you took your seat, smoothing your dress while he took his seat. Not across from you, but right next to you, so that you can both look at the view....obviously.

He then filled two glasses with the glowing wine before passing one to you, his eyes never leaving you. You were stunning. The dress had been the right choice. The sunlight turned your skin into molten gold, and your eyes were bright as you took your seat and sipped from your glass. And he just couldn't help but comment softly, "You look gorgeous by the way."

You almost choked on your wine, your hand closed up into a fist in front of your mouth as you coughed and turned away from him. While he brought his own hand up to pat your back gently.

"I'm okay." You murmured softly before you placed your glass back on the table, before turning shyly to look at him, "Thank you..."

He almost looked like he wanted to laugh but he didn't want to embarrass you. Terrifyingly though, you didn't stop there, you just had to part your lips and add, "You look gorgeous too...."

He laughed—for obvious reasons—his head dropping, his eyes turning into moons as the melody of his chuckles filled the air.

"No, don't laugh... I meant it~" You added with a chuckle of your own. At that he just grinned and leaned back, eyes fixed intensely on you.

"I know you did." He replied in a tone that clearly said he knew you meant something else too. You rolled your eyes slightly, trying to hide the smile threatening to escape you. "Shut up."  

He chuckled again, unable to stop himself from admiring just how pretty you looked right now, sitting there with your dress and flushed cheeks and all.

You gave him one last glance before turning back to gaze at the lake. Leaning back against your palms a bit, your head tilting back slightly as you took in a big breath of the fresh air. The two of you stayed quiet for a couple more minutes, comfortable.

"Lucifer...?" 

"Hmm?"

"Why did you ask me on a date?" 

The question sounded simple but it held a lot of weight. As its answer would determine a lot of things for you. He felt his fingers twitch on the grass under it—like he wanted to reach out and take yours. To hold it tight, but he held back. 

"Well, isn't it obvious?" Lucifer's voice was still light-heartened, nonchalant even, despite knowing the question you'd asked had a deeper weight to it. "I wanted to spend time with you."

You tilted your head to side at his answer, but he only smiled back at the action, filing it away in that corner of his brain that stored every other little detail about you.

"I think I deserve a better answer than that." Your tone was playful but you weren't joking. Lucifer was almost taken aback by how direct you were, but more than anything, he appreciated it.

He exhaled softly, that sounded more like a quiet laugh. Then, he turned to face you fully this time, one arm resting along the back of your cushion, his golden eyes catching the last light of the sun as it dipped below the water.

"You’re right." He said, his voice lower now. "That isn’t good enough."

He paused, watching your face like he was memorizing every flicker of expression, "The first time you came to summon me, I acted like a fool...as usual." You stifled a little laugh at that, but kept quiet so he could continue, "I spread my wings, wide and prideful to show off, trying to scare you away like I had done to every single summoner who came. But you weren't scared."

You saw him look at the view, almost thoughtfully as he remembered., "You talked back to me, all sassily. You got me to go to that stupid council assembly after years of not doing so."

"They probably couldn't believe themselves." You mumbled playfully, making him nod in agreement. "Oh for sure~"

He watched you giggle once more with a sweet look. "After that, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was almost starting to wish that they'd have another assembly sooner so that I'd see you again."

He was the one looking down shyly, feeling embarrassed by his own confession. "Broke my heart when I saw you the second time and you said that you weren't going to be the one summoning me anymore." 

You smiled gently, body turning a little bit more towards him, giving him your full attention.

"But then you gave me a chance, you told me to come find you, and I did....Though you made it hard~" He leaned in to bump your shoulder gently, making you smile bashfully. 

"After that day in the archives...I realized that the small glimpses I got of you every few months weren't enough. I wanted more."  He trailed off, taking a second to look at you again before his hand moved up to gently tuck your hair behind your ear. "I needed more."

His fingers lingered by your jaw a second too long before he pulled back like he’d caught himself doing something forbidden.

"And that’s why I’m here," He reverently said, "Why I sneaked into Eden’s archives like some thief just to see you again...Why I spent days planning this ridiculous little picnic by the lake."

He glanced at the spread—the wine, the food, the carefully placed lanterns—as if he was taking in all his efforts for the first time."I wanted... to show you that this?" He gestured lightly between your bodies, "This isn’t just boredom. Or pride. Or some game."  

His voice dropped lower, rougher at the edges. "It’s me trying not to fall completely apart every time I have to wait months just to hear your voice again."  

A beat of silence settled over you both—soft and heavy—broken only by the gentle lapping of water against shore. You could feel your throat closing up, your heart pounded in your chest. You didn't even know what to say to that. Never expecting him to pour his heart out this way. Not this soon. 

Not from the ever so charming Archangel Lucifer Morningstar. You thought that he'd give you another witty response. Or even say something flirty. But this, this wasn't that.

"The picnic isn't ridiculous." 

Was all you could manage to spill out, and you wanted to smack yourself right across the face. Even worse was the fact that you didn't even notice what you had said. At least you wouldn't have if it wasn't for Lucifer dropping his head back into a loud, tender laugh.

"Wait- I didn't- that's not what I wanted to say-" 

Your face was beet red at this point, the words stumbling out of your lips in a panic as you quickly tried to find a way to convey your feelings back as eloquently as he had done.

Lucifer caught your flustered hands mid-air with his own, fingers sliding between yours, not letting you retreat.

"You're adorable," He murmured, his laughter softening into something fonder. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, slow and deliberate.

"And you don’t have to say anything back. Not yet."  Oh, that gentle and knowing smile he gave you wasn't making you feel any better. 

"Just...let me have this?" He squeezed your hands lightly. "Let me have you, right here for as long as you'll allow it." 

The sunset painted his face in gold, and for the first time, you noticed the faintest dusting of pink across his cheeks. He was nervous. And somehow, that made everything feel more real to you, it gave you a sense of assurance. Especially with the way his hands enveloped yours, the second they did that, you instantly felt the tremble in your heart melt away. A sense of calm simply filled your body, your mind and your heart.

So you slipped them out of his, moved to sit on your knees, and leaned forward, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, bringing into a sudden hug, "I'll allow it."

Lucifer froze for just a heartbeat—like he couldn’t believe you’d touched him first, that you were holding him like he belonged in your arms. 

Then he melted. His arms wrapped around your waist like he’d been waiting centuries just to hold you like this, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. Your arms tightened around him as his face buried itself into the curve of your neck, breathing your scent. You and peonies.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted you to say that." He mumbled hoarsely before letting go of you, but only to take your face in his hands, giving you the opportunity to lock your eyes with his, right before he leaned in and pressed a long, sweet kiss to your forehead. You fluttered your eyes shut for a second, feeling like your body had a rush of electricity go through it at the press of his lip to your skin. 

After what seemed like a moment that was way too short, he finally pulled away, pressed his forehead to yours and said, "So... does this mean I get more than one date?"

That made you burst into a breathless laugh, while he grinned even brighter at the sound. Your giggles slowly died into a light, almost shy smile as you adjusted your arms around his neck so you can start playing with the blond hairs at the back of it, almost absentmindedly.

"I think you already know the answer to that." You finally murmured back, your tone warm.

But he only clicked his tongue back in mock disapproval, his nose bumping against yours. "I want to hear you say it."

You darted your gaze away for a moment, sighing dramatically before giving the side of your lip a light bite.  The sight making lucifer get jitters on the inside. He liked you like that. Shy. Only for him. He brought a hand up to the side of your face, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering just long enough to run along the soft, sensitive skin.

"Come on, beautiful. You can do it~"

You shuddered a little when his fingers kept touching the sensitive skin of your ear. His teasing words making you feel a mix of irritation and fluttery, especially with the added affection from the nickname.

So finally, but with some difficulty, you looked back at his eyes, sparkling with amusement that complimented the bashfulness in yours. "Yes, Lucifer. You get more than one date. You'll get a lot more after today." 

Those golden eyes locked with your own, looking at you with nothing but soft adoration and fondness in them. He could stare at you like this, with your sweet, flushed face cradled in his hand, until the end of time. Yeah, Lucifer could definitely do that.

And the words that came out of your mouth were like music to his ears. He felt a rush run through his body-pride and joy and warmth and something else he couldn't place. But if he had to name it, he would probably say completely taken by you. 

He just wanted to kiss you until you both couldn't breathe, but he knew it was too early. Instead, he settled for pressing his forehead harder against yours, a strangled laugh escaping him, half-giddy, half-frustrated as his wings twitched behind him from the excitement, the sight making you giggle happily.

"Fuck-" He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Oh darlin, you're just killing me here."

He gasped out a choked breath as his thumb brushed your cheekbone, almost trembling with restraint. "Say it again...please."

You brought your hands up to hold his wrists, keeping his palms pressed against your warm cheeks.

"You'll be getting lots of dates after today~" You breathed out with an equally bright grin of your own. His giddiness kept transferring over to you by the second.

"You'll probably grow sick of me." You added with another soft laugh.

"Sick of you?" He echoed back incredulously, his fingers threading through some loose locks of your hair, admiring the way strands of sunlight danced across your face.

"I spent months looking for you, just to get another chance to see your pretty face again. And you think I'll get sick of you so easily?"

His other hand moved to tilt your chin up as he leaned in close, "Please. I could worship the very ground you walk on." 

Your eyes sparkled with mirth and awe, they were especially obvious with the way he kept your chin tilted up to look at him. You gave him a small light smile, suddenly feeling like your bashfulness was starting to slowly but surely melt away.

His presence, the look in his eyes, the way he spoke to you, the way he spoke about you...it was all bringing out a side of you that you would usually suppress—

"Well..." you drawled out quietly, your hand moving to press against his chest as you leaned your face even closer, a little teasingly, "...I'll hold you to those words, then." 

—A side of you that's almost a little...spoiled?

And Lucifer loved it. Matter of fact, he absolutely adored it. It unlocked something inside of him. A feeling that he never felt towards any other woman he had dated, an urge. An urge that made him actually want to worship the ground you walk on.

You saw his eyes shimmer in not only amusement but eagerness as well.

"Don't tempt me." He whispered a little breathlessly, almost looking in a daze as he stared back into your eyes. "I'll do it right now, I swear to my Heavenly Father."

Your eyes widened a little bit in surprise from how serious he sounded as a baffled laugh slipped out of you. At the sound of it, Lucifer's grin widened into a downright boyish one, like he'd just been handed the keys to the paradise he was currently in. His fingers twitched against your waist, squeezing lightly as if checking you were real.

"I’ll kneel right here," He murmured, eyes flicking to your lips. "and kiss every step you take for the rest of eternity." 

His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he sweetly nuzzled your nose with his. While all you could do was grin and push at his shoulders as you whined out a small "Stop it~", that you don't actually mean.

"Would that prove it?"

You tried to hold back your laughter, but failed miserably. This side of him—playful and a little cheesy but still sweet—was utterly adorable. And it made your heart feel things that you were scared of even thinking about too deeply.

You reached a hand up to pat his cheek with affection that shouldn't be present between two people on a first date, "You're such a dork."

You sighed jokingly with a small shake of your head, right as your hand moved to casually tuck his short blond strands behind his ear.

He took your hand in his, threading his fingers through yours and brought it to his mouth—pressing a slow kiss to your knuckles as he kept his gaze locked with yours.

"You haven't even seen half of it."

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And he wasn't lying. Months had passed since that first date and it definitely wasn't the last.

You had gone on plenty of dates with Lucifer since then, and with every one, you found yourself falling for him more and more. It wasn't just his sweet words, but his actions. Not only did he make you feel loved, adored even, but more importantly, he made you feel safe.

You weren't sure what it was, if it's because you weren't used to depending on someone, or because you never let your guard down around anyone, no matter who, it was just in your nature.

But with him it was different, you felt at ease, you could relax for the first time, forget about your work and your general anxiety. You could lay next to him like this, on the fresh grass in that same garden with the lake that he took you to on your first date.

It became your spot, a hidden sanctuary for the two of you, someplace no one else knew.

You stared up at the sky, watching the cotton like clouds move, morphing into the different shapes that came to your mind as you got lost in thought.

Thoughts that ranged from how nice the weather was—the usual in heaven you suppose—to the incompetent angels that you had the displeasure of having to supervise, and finally, to your future, yours and Lucifer's.

Yours with Lucifer. 

"I can almost hear your brain from right here."

You snapped out of your inner dilemma with a small sheepish smile. Turning your head to watch the man occupying your mind lay down on his side next to you.

His elbow propped up with his head resting on his closed fist. Your boyfriend was just so handsome—was what you suddenly thought  despite yourself. 

"Sorry...I was just..." You trailed off a little with a sigh, finding it difficult to gather the words.

"Overthinking again?" Lucifer’s voice was soft and knowing as he spoke, already understanding everything about you after only a couple months of being together. After a beat, he reached over and tugged your fingers free from where they were nervously twisting together, lacing them with his and giving them a squeeze.

"Am I that obvious...?" You asked a little playfully, the weight on your chest already growing lighter as Lucifer hummed back.

"You always get that little crease right here..." He lifted your intertwined hands up and used his pointer finger to trace over the bridge of your nose, "...when you're spiraling about nothing."

You huffed out a small, sheepish chuckle, feeling a little embarrassed by your own habit. Meanwhile, he shifted closer—his chest nearly touching your shoulder, warmth radiating off his body like the sun had taken a liking to him personally.

His free hand coming up from under his head to move to your own. Wanting to run his fingers through your hair, a newly formed habit that you both loved.

His fingers combed through your strands with slow, deliberate strokes—gentle enough to be soothing, but firm enough to make you sigh in contentment. Every time he did this, it felt like a promise: I'm here. You're safe.

"Talk to me." He murmured, unlocking your eyes for a second to run his over the rest of your features, "Or don't, I'll be here either way."  

A breeze rustled the trees overhead as his thumb moved to trace your hairline, the act in addition to his words made your eyes soften. 

You loved it when he did that. You loved it when he assured you. When he made it known that he was always here for you, without actually pushing you to talk about anything. You loved how he knew you so well already, despite only being together for a couple of months. You just loved-

Then, as if by fate, something flashed over your pupils. Something that could never be physically seen. Not by anyone but the god responsible for it all.

A gold shimmer like film went over your eyes before it was gone in a flash. 

The same one that went over his almost a full year ago now.

Love.

"I just don't want you to carry all the weight by yourself, darling-" 

You cut his words off by moving your own hand to his cheek. A sudden surge of emotions hitting you and you weren't even sure why.

"Thank you." You finally whispered, watching as Lucifer tilted closer to your touch. His face so close now that you can feel his breath mingling with yours, and you hoped that he couldn't hear the tremble in your breathing.

Smiling softly, Lucifer’s heart eased a little, he could tell you were already feeling better, even if you were cutting his reassurances off. He knew you felt them, so he simply leaned even closer and whispered a soft, "You're so welcome."

You stared up at him lovingly, watching as he leaned even closer. Your lips almost touching-

It's been months, but the two of you haven't actually kissed yet. You just weren't ready and Lucifer was more than understanding. Never pushing you, never even bringing it up, until you asked him about it. Worried that it would bother him. 

But he assured you, over and over. Telling you that he didn't mind waiting. Instead, he showed his affection in different ways, hugs, handholding—forehead, cheeks and hand kisses—all within your comfort zone. All which you loved reciprocating.

So when he came this close, and saw your eyes shift a little—still not ready— he only smiled again. Tilted his chin up and pressed a kiss to your forehead instead. 

"You're so cute." 

He murmured and pulled away with one last pat on your now flushed cheek. Your heart beating rapidly in your chest from his obvious consideration to your boundaries and pace when it came to physical intimacy.

You cleared your throat and sat up, pushing your hair back and over one of your shoulders. Huffing out a short breath while he took his turn now laying down on the grass with an arm behind his head.

His gaze followed your every movement like a magnet, an amused look in his eyes—you were so easy to read—but he didn't comment on it. He just laid there, his free hand moving to start playing with the tips of your hair casually.

The sky was a bright, clear blue, with not a single dark cloud in sight. It almost made it feel like you two were the only two souls in the entire universe. Just you, him and the sound of the nature around you.

After a few more minutes of comfortable silence, you turned to look at him, smiling a little when you saw him laid there. Eyes closed, the breeze tussling his blond locks, a slight flush on his cheeks from the sun. Beautiful. 

"Aren't you hot?" You suddenly asked, making him flutter his eyes open to stare up at you. "Hm?"

You gave a cheeky smile at his lazy response, an amused twinkle in your eyes as you suddenly got up from your place.

"Where are you-" Lucifer sounded confused as he asked, but then he saw where you were heading. 

Your bare feet hit the grass softly as you moved towards the lake that was a mere few feet away. The sight causing Lucifer to sit up a little in surprise.

You could see him watching you like a hawk, his expression turning from confusion to surprise when he realized what you were doing.

"Darling, what are you-" He sat up, an amused but bewildered expression on his face. Even in his confusion, his gaze was still warm. He made no move to get up from his spot on the grass, instead deciding to just watch as you walked straight towards the clear blue water of the lake.

You turned back to flash him a bright, pretty smile, one that made Lucifer sigh in adoration.

"What do you think I'm doing~?!" You shouted back to him with a small laugh, catching the sight of him turning to his side to watch you properly.

And he was oh so thankful that he had picked this spot for the two of you to sit, giving him a front row seat to what was about to happen.

You made it to the lake and took a few steps further until the water came up to your knees and you stopped.

Turning back to look at him, watching his lips part and his eyes darken when you slipped the strap of your dress down one of your shoulders.

"You do swim, do you not~?"

You asked him teasingly, flashing him another smile as you walked further into the lake. This time, grabbing the hem of your dress, slowly lifting up, giving him a peak of your nakedness underneath. The curves of your ass making a quick appearance before it disappeared under the water.

Lucifer could only stare in stunned silence, completely hypnotized and entranced as you continued walking into the water. His eyes growing wide, jaw going slack as a flush went down his cheeks and his neck.

He carefully watched your dress slide from your shoulders before his gaze slid even more south. His mouth went completely dry as he stared at your bare back and curved waist. A low guttural sound escaped his chest when you finally took the dress off and slightly turned—giving him a glance of your side boob—to throw it behind you to the grass...then his brain finally started working.

"Oh I swim, pretty girl...P-pretty good, pretty good-! I..I- swim pretty good-"

He stuttered out like a complete idiot, his chest tightening and his breath hitching when you eventually took a full dip into the water. With that, he was finally on his feet. Getting up so fast that he almost slipped on the wet grass while making his way to you. 

You came back up from under the water just in time to see him scrambling up from his seat. The sight made you giggle a little while you pushed your soaked hair away from your face.

He made it to the edge of the water and stopped in his tracks. The hesitant look in his eyes still visible despite his dazed state, making you smile warmly.

"Hurry up already!!" You encouraged him, implicitly telling him that it was okay, that you wanted him there with you, naked and all.

The faint flush on his face deepened, understandably so. You haven't even kissed yet, let alone seen each other naked. Still, he smiled back—hands already moving to undo his robes.

"Do you realize how bossy you are, darling~?!" He asked, the angelic robes already falling from his shoulders, his hands now moving to his trousers.

You laughed at his teasing words, your arms moving back and forth while you floated in your place while shouting back a cheeky, "Get used to it~!!" 

Lucifer's grin widened at the sassiness, the sound of his chuckles being the last thing to fill your ears before you took another dip. Wanting to at least give him a little privacy as he finally slid out of his trousers. Tossing the rest of his clothes to the side.

With that, he was standing there in all his naked glory at the edge of the lake. Carefully—but with a sense of absolute urgency—he started to make his way to you.

The hot sun reflecting on the water made it warmer against his skin. You didn't come back up from your dip until he was already a few inches in the water. Pushing your wet hair back from your face, you felt a shiver run down your spine at the sight. 

His broad shoulders, muscular forearms, the sharp, toned curves of his lean body. He was beautiful. Truly.

And you couldn't help the flush that came up on your cheeks when your gaze trailed further down. For he was deep enough for the water to cover his most important parts, but you still caught a peek of the deep v line going down his abdomen.

You were pretty much zoning out until suddenly, a wet splash hit your face. A chuckled yelp slipped out of you at the feeling, wiping your face again.

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart~" He teased you playfully but his own gaze was already trying to trail over your body through the clear water. His hand reached out to grab you and pull you close but you quickly retaliated back by splashing him.

A loud giggle slipping out of you when he whipped his head to the side with a sharp, surprised laugh. His golden eyes sparkling with mischief as he shook the droplets from his lashes.

"Ohhh~ you're on, darling."

And that's how the two of you fell into a war of water splashing. Playing as if you were little children and not two powerful angels. Your laughter filled the air, you weren't sure how long the two of you continued playing like that for, all you knew is that you never wanted it to end. 

Even after you finished splashing each other, your competitiveness didn't seize. Now underwater, you both held your breaths to see who would last longer. A full minute later, you were splashing out the water with a big breath.

Lucifer coming up right after you, pridefully victorious. You kept wiping away at your face, an impressed smile on your face, "You could've told me that you were this good, Luci~" 

The nickname spilled from your lips effortlessly. Causing the other angel to grin as he roughly rubbed the water from his own face, "But then your competitive ass wouldn't have agreed to play."

Your head tipped back with a soft laugh—all while his hands reached out to pull you against him. And you let him. Your own arms moving to wrap around his neck, as if it was the most natural thing ever.

"Yeah...that's a really good point actually." You finally whispered to him with a playful nod, not bothering to hide your petty-competitive tendencies.

"Mhmm..." He chuckled back, his hands holding you by your waist, keeping you at a safe distance, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But he relaxed when he felt you push yourself closer to him using your arms. Subtly asking him to pull you closer, so he did.

Your bare chests now fully pressed against each other, almost no space between the two of you. It didn't feel sexual, just intimate. Especially with the bright sun slowly starting to set, giving the sky a beautiful purplish pink hue. Silence had settled between the two of you, a comfortable and serene feeling in the air. Your chests rising and falling steadily as your heartbeat finally slowed down. 

Lucifer watched your face tilt up as you stared at the sky above, your eyes sparkling with different colors—a look of awe in them.One that matched the look in his own eyes. He kept quiet, not wanting to disturb you. Only his chest rumbled with a pleased hum, his hands sliding up to your back, gentle but firm. Like he was memorizing the feel of you against him.

"I could get used to this." He finally broke the silence, you almost didn't hear it though because of how quiet it was. Almost as if the words weren't meant for your ears. Finally, you brought your gaze back to him, running it over his features tenderly, "Mhm..." 

Was all you said, a small and easy smile on your face, one of your hands moving up as you silently pushed his damp blondes away from his handsome face. Taking him in, even running the pad of your thumb over his eyebrows, taking note of the fact that they were a shade darker than the rest of his hair.

He just let you, despite the fact that he was starting to grow a tad bit insecure from how intently you were looking at him, he still didn't have it in him to stop you. And it seems like you heard him since you shifted your gaze back to his, letting it lock there without moving it away. 

The two of you stayed like this, simply staring into each other's eyes. With nothing that could be heard but your mingling breaths as the water gently rippled around you.

Then, his gaze dropped to your lips for a heartbeat too long before flicking back up—giving himself away. The golden light of sunset painted his face in warm hues as he swallowed hard.

"...We should get out soon." He breathed, looking and sounding dazed, "Before it gets dark."

You kept quiet for another moment, trying to read him, his subtle actions not going unnoticed by you, "Ya know....when Micheal first assigned me to you-" 

Lucifer blinked up at you a little, caught off guard by you suddenly changing the topic—or rather, completely ignoring his words, but he let you continue anyways.

"The other angels told me to be careful...because you were rather 'impulsive'." 

You finished the quiet whisper, your eye contact never wavering, but he only stared back at you. With nothing but some mere specs of amusement swirling in his otherwise unexplainable gaze.

As though he was holding himself back from an action that was aching to be done. 

"But today..." Your gaze dropped to his lips, catching the way they parted with the hitch of his breath, "...today, you've been everything but impulsive..."

Lucifer exhaled a shaky breath, his grip on you tightening just slightly, not possessively, he was just afraid you'd slip away.

"I just...." He trailed off, going quiet for a few more seconds until you dropped your forehead against his. The tender action making him press his eyes shut with a small whimper-like sigh.

"Talk to me..." You coerced, and he abided.

"I don't want to scare you off. Not when..." He hesitated for half a second before pressing his forehead harder against yours, close enough that the next words ghosted over your lips, "...Not when I finally have something worth being patient for."

He reopened his eyes, but you were already staring back at him with the same yearning look and he stilled.

Actually, it felt like everything went still around you—the wind quieting down, even the water stopped lapping, only the sounds of your rapid heartbeats filled the proximity.

Almost as if heaven itself was frozen with anticipation.

"Tell me to stop....and I will." 

He breathed against your lips, ever so patient. He'd wait months, even years if he had to. He was willing to do that, for you and no one else.

Thankfully, you weren't willing to wait that long.

"I don't want you to stop." 

His chest squeezed tightly. Not realizing he was holding his breath until you spoke those words that had him exhale deeply with relief like a large weight being lifted off his shoulders.

He didn't waste anymore time. His hands slid up to cradle your face, giving you one last look to make sure you meant it, before closing the last sliver of distance between you.

His lips pressed against yours—soft at first, testing, savoring you. As if this single kiss could erase every moment of loneliness that was in his heart before you came along.

You on the other hand hesitated for a split moment, not from doubt, but from the realization. That this was meant to be. So you let it happen. 

The kiss wasn’t fiery or demanding, just soft and sweet. His lips moving against yours with aching slowness. A quiet confession: I adore you. I choose you.

The water rippled around the two of you as he held your face gently, his thumbs brushing along the apples of your cheek like he was memorizing the feeling of them too. While your arms tightened around his shoulders, bringing him impossibly closer. Even your fingers tangled themselves in his damp hair.

A sound escaped him at some point—a muffled groan lost between shared breaths— water then splashed next to both of your waists from how tightly he was pulling you against him. Afraid that you'd disappear on him like a feverish dream.

A soft whimper escaped your throat at the contact and Lucifer groaned in response. His palm sliding down from your cheek to your jaw, tilting it just slightly to deepen the press of his lips against yours. With every passing second, the kiss deepened as if you were trying to make up for those long months of waiting.

He drank in the sound you made like fine wine, the need for air being the only unfortunate reason why he had to part from your lips in a few more seconds. But even then, he stayed close, forehead resting against yours, breath mingling.

His eyes not even fluttering open, as if this was a dream that he never wanted to wake up from. You could feel every ridge of his muscles as he breathed raggedly—the heat of his skin mixing with the warmth of the remaining sun in the slowly darkening sky.

"God, I love you..."

Your eyes snapped open at that, a tiny gasp slipping from your now swollen lips, your stomach tensing. But he wouldn't look back at you.

He dropped his head into your wet chest, almost hiding from you as he confessed in a desperate panic.

"I know. I know it's so early but I just can't keep it in anymore. I love you. I've loved you from the moment you landed in my garden with that stupid scroll and-" 

Finally, he lifted his face to look at you, tears almost brimming in his eyes from the overwhelming wave of emotions he was suddenly feeling for you.

"I've loved you for every single moment since and I'm sorry that I will probably love you to the end of time." 

You kept quiet, barely having time to process his confession before he added in a panic, "You don't have to say anything-"

And you didn't. You just tangled your hands in his locks and pulled him into another kiss. No patience this time. Just pure desperation, yearning and so, so much love.

"I love you too." You barely managed to whisper out in between the kiss, your heart pounding in your chest from the weight of your own confession.

Lucifer's breath hitched—his entire body freezing for a second as if he didn't trust his own ears. His golden eyes flickering with disbelief and a look of hope so bright that it could blind you.

"...Say that again." He pleaded against your lips, voice ragged and serious.

You could see his teary eyes desperately searching yours for any sign of dishonesty. But you knew that all he would find would be pure, unfiltered adoration and love that matched his.

"I love you. So much."

He nearly choked on a whimper of relief when you finally repeated the three words he had waited for months to hear—the words that broke through the barrier between you, finally confirming that this was real. That it wasn't just him who felt it.

With a shuddering breath, his lips captured yours, another kiss, this one rougher, more urgent than the previous one. His arms wrapping around you tighter, pulling you impossibly closer as if he wanted to fuse the two of you into one singular being.

You moaned into the kiss, the sound soft but it made Lucifer's chest burn with need. The two of you just kissed like you were about to be dragged apart. Only parting ways for an instant when his hands moved to the back of your thighs. Hoisting you up while you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

A small, choked laugh spilling out of you when he started walking out of the water and towards the grassland with you in his arms. Carrying you out of the lake with ease that could only come from overpowering need.

The wet grass squished under his feet as he walked, carrying you as he stumbled toward your spot-the one with the blanket and pillows still there from earlier.

His lips didn't leave yours even for a second. It didn't take long for him to reach the blanket where he dropped to his knees, laying you down with a slow slide onto the soft fabric.

Caging you beneath him, carefully as to not crush you with his body while still devouring every gasp and whimper that spilled from your lips. "Say it again..." he begged between kisses, "Please, so I could be sure I'm not hallucinating."

You choked out another giggle against his lips.

"I-" You couldn't even get it out because he pressed another kiss to your lips.

"I love-" Another one cutting you off. 

"I love you-"

It was Lucifer who squealed out an excited laugh this time, pulling back to look at your flushed face. He could feel your bare, wet chest pushing up against his with each of your ragged breaths. The rapid beating of your heart an indication that he wasn't the only one feeling the jitters.

You lifted your hand up to push his dripping locks away from his eyes to look at him. His own face was a dark red but his smile was so bright that you couldn't see anything else.

His gaze roamed over your features, taking in every single detail—the flushed state of your skin, the sparkle in your eyes, the way your lips were swollen from the intensity of the kisses, and the way your hair, wet and messy, fanned beneath you.

He had never seen anything as beautiful as you right now. And to think that he was the cause of this glorious sight. The thought of it made his chest swell with a dizzying mixture of pride and disbelief.

A breathless laugh escaped him, head lowering next to your ear, "Again..."

You breathed out a light, happy sound—your body vibrating under his from the  butterflies in your tummy. Pressing your lips to his cheek, you repeated with a whisper, "I love you."

Your angel let out a strangled sound from the back of his throat. His head dipping down into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath of your skin.

"Oh, sweetheart..." He almost sounded out of breath, like he was struggling for it.

"I love you too—God, I love you so much...so so much." The hushed murmur was followed by a soft, slightly hesitant kiss to your pulse point and your breath got caught in your chest.

A tremble went through your body, one would think that it's probably because the sun had come down and the light breeze had started to pick up while you were both literally naked and wet, but you begged to differ.

"Lucifer..." You gasped out his name once he peppered a couple more kisses up your neck. Your body was growing hotter despite the cold—a slight tingle in your skin as it pressed against his.

He continued to travel up your skin, pressing kisses to the edge of your jaw, to your warm cheek, before stopping a mere millimetre short of your lips. His eyes flitted up to yours, catching your flustered expression as another shake went through your body.

"Darling..." His breath came out hot and uneven against your skin, it almost felt like your rapid heartbeats were syncing together. He swallowed thickly at the sight of you, barely able to hold himself back from drifting his eyes down to run over the rest of your body, "Can I...?"

You swallowed thickly at his question, your hand moving up to his cheek before you dragged it down his neck to his chest, right where his heart would be.

"Please..." The soft whisper hit his lips—a hair away from another kiss, "Please do."

His breath caught in his throat at your response. Then he exhaled shakily before lowering himself down, pressing feather-light kisses along your collarbone first, taking his time to savor every little sound and twitch that came from you.

"Tell me if I go too far..." He murmured against your skin between slow, lingering pecks, "Or if it's not what you want." 

But the way his hands traced over your waist told a different story of how badly he needed this too. Needed to worship every inch of you as proof that this wasn't another wet dream like the ones he'd been having since the second he laid eyes on you all these months ago.

It was very close to getting fully dark now. The sun was nowhere to be seen as it got replaced by its equally dazzling soulmate.

Your eyes took it all in as they fixed themselves upwards while Lucifer's lips trailed off in the opposite direction. You were too overwhelmed to actually look at him, but you felt everything. His rough hands as they moved over the damp but now burning skin of your sides. His warm breath tickling you as his face made its way to your chest.

Only pulling back for a second to take you in after he spent the whole afternoon trying to be a gentleman by ignoring the carnal desire to stare at your beautiful, full breasts. His palms moved upwards to cup them—a deep groan slipping out from the back of his throat at how well they fit in his hands. As if they were made for him and him only.

A strangled whimper left your throat when he squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples in slow circles. Lucifer hummed lowly, pleased by your reaction, especially as your hips arched up in response.

"Beautiful..." He whispered before leaning down to take one of your tits into his mouth.

A sharp gasp ripped out of you, your fingers immediately flying to tangle in his golden locks. The sensation sends a bolt of pleasure straight to your core. Your legs instinctively tightened around his waist as he continued his sinful worship.

"Lucifer..." your gasp was barely audible as you felt your body twitch from the sudden pleasure that ran through it. Your skin tingling with every swirl of his tongue against your hardened bud. 

You could hear him moaning against you. His brows coming together in a frown from how focused he was. Focused on the taste of you, the feel of you against his mouth, focused on being the most gentle he could be. 

He released your nipple with a soft pop, pressing one last lingering kiss to the bud before trailing down your torso—each press of his lips slow and heavy. While the cold air instantly made the wet spots tingle as the heat from his mouth disappeared.

His hands held your hips steady, his thumbs brushing soothing circles into your skin as he murmured against your stomach, "You're doing so good for me, love..."  

The praise sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you and when he glanced up through his damp lashes, catching your flustered expression, he grinned. That same boyish, teasing grin that had made your heart flutter for months.

"...Can I keep going?" He breathed, never assuming the answer despite everything. You could already feel yourself twitch in anticipation. Your head lifted up a bit from the throw pillow behind it to look at him directly. Taking a second to simply take him in. 

How patient he was. Waiting with a look of absolute devotion.

His lips pressing another soft kiss to your abdomen. As if unable to hold himself back from touching you for even a moment. His golden eyes twinkled from behind the hairs falling over them, even with how dark it was, you could still see it.

All of it was almost overwhelming you, "Please...keep going." 

Lucifer's chest thrummed with a mix of excitement and love. Hearing you asking for more, to continue worshipping you made something almost animalistic stir in him.

An instinct that might almost be too strong considering the holy grounds you laid on.

"My beautiful girl...Thank you. Thank you..."

He purred, causing you to take a shaky breath in as he let his hands slide over your skin to the insides of your trembling thighs—pushing them apart just the slightest bit more as he dipped his head lower.

The tip of his tongue gently trailed a path down your stomach, only stopping when it reached the soft skin right above your pelvis. Lapping the water droplets that were still glistening on your skin into his mouth.

He started moving to your thighs, dragging his lips against the plump meat. Licking, kissing, sucking, even pressing his face into the insides with an appreciative moan.

All while your hands gripped at the wet grass on either side of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took everything in.

That was until he lightly bit your flesh, making you jolt with a gasp and making him chuckle into your skin before he soothed the bite with a soft lick. And after teasing you for a few more seconds, he finally decided to spare you. 

Moving further downwards, you could feel his breath now hitting your bare folds. Instantly, and despite your own wishes, your legs were suddenly flying shut. 

Surprising Lucifer for a moment and without giving him a chance to ask what was wrong, you hurriedly started, "I just...I haven't-" 

You stopped yourself mid sentence, almost a little embarrassed as you looked away. Your face flushed from the knowledge of the fact that you just revealed your lack of experience to the very attractive, very sexy man in between your legs.

A pause came from Lucifer as a bit of confusion spread across his face. Even in the growing darkness, he could see the sudden flush on your cheeks. The way you quickly averted your eyes, not wanting to look at him.

Thankfully, he wasn't that slow and reality finally dawned on him, making the gears in his head turn.

"D-You're...?" He started, his voice dropping, almost into a careful whisper. You whined at the sound of that, your hands now moving to cover your heated face with an embarrassed groan, "Oh god-"

"Hey....Hey, sweetheart." You could hear the gentleness in his tender voice. And despite your current lack of vision, you could almost see him as he moved back up your body to hover over it.

"Come on, pretty...don't hide from me." he cooed sweetly, making you part your fingers to peek at him shyly. And you could just see his jaw tightening and his lips twitching up into a smile. Making you whine at him again from behind your hands, "Don't laugh~!"

Lucifer bit his bottom lip—clearly trying his hardest not to laugh at your shyness.

"I'm not laughing at you, darling..." He murmured, gently pulling your hands away from your face—his fingers lacing with yours as he pinned them on either side of your head. Then he dipped down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I'm just...so damn happy." He admitted, nudging your nose with his. The confession making your chest tighten.

"Don't be embarrassed..." He whispered, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

"...We'll go slow, alright? Whatever you want..." His lips ghosted over yours, "And if you want me to stop, even just for tonight, you tell me." 

His thumbs brushed over your wrists soothingly. "You're in control."

Your eyes softened and your lips turned into a tiny pout. His words and consideration for you made your heart flutter in your chest. You could almost feel the love and adoration seeping out of his skin to transfer into yours.

Lucifer could feel it too—with the way your pulse started to settle a bit underneath his thumbs as he caressed your wrists. You shifted just enough to brush your lips against his and nod—the familiar throbbing in between your legs starting to come back after he calmed your nerves.

He pressed his forehead closer to yours, nudging your nose again as he added. "Let me hear your sweet voice, angel."

Your lips parted with a hitch, but you didn't hesitate. "I don't want to stop..."

He exhaled, a shuddering breath of relief before another loving smile curled up on his lips.

"Alright then..." Those words came with a tender kiss, to your lips this time.  "We'll go slow, hm?"

Then, slowly, he began moving back down your body, his grip loosening on your wrists as his lips traced the same path from before. Pausing every few inches to press soft, reassuring kisses against your skin.

And when he reached the junction of your thighs again, he glanced up for one last check before dipping his head down to press an almost reverent kiss right above your folds.

As you gasped at that, he was already getting to work. His hands sliding under your thighs to lift them up gently, exposing you fully to him for the first time.

"Fuck, darling...." He murmured while pulling back a bit to stare, a little too hard for your liking.

"God, you're gorgeous..." He groaned low in his throat. His warm breath against you was almost too much—making your hole twitch.  

All while it took every ounce of willpower for Lucifer to not devour you right then and there. But he managed to control himself, licking his lips as his thumb came up to gently brush over the sensitive skin in a slow, gentle manner.

"You're so pretty...." He whispered, not taking his eyes off of your most intimate place.

"So beautiful..." He wasn't planning on stopping the praise anytime soon, how could he when you looked like this. But he did stop for a second, to use the tip of his forefinger and pull at your labia, exposing you even more to his eyes.

Before he pressed his lips together to gently blow some cool air right into your pussy. Watching with fascination as your needy folds fluttered while a gasp of his name shuddered out of you.

Only to whine softly when his lips left your skin, though he quickly followed it up with a string of warm kisses tracing up your inner thigh. All while his hands kept your quivering legs apart.

"Can you do something for me, beautiful?" He breathed, and you couldn't help but shiver at the words. Especially when one of his thumbs began gently stroking the sensitive skin so close to your aching cunt, "Lift your hips for me, darling."

You obeyed instinctively, lifting your hips slightly—exposing yourself even more to him as he settled comfortably between your thighs. Both of his hands sliding down to lift your legs and throw them over his shoulder.

"That's it...perfect." He praised, voice thick with desire. Then, without further hesitation, he leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss right to your dripping folds.

The feeling sent sparks through your entire body as it shuddered violently beneath him, your hips twitching at the unfamiliar sensation but he just held you tighter against his mouth.

Then, his tongue finally flicked out, just once, to taste you. And Lucifer swore he saw stars behind his eyelids at the sheer bliss of it. 

Unable to hold back now, his tongue finally swiped through your slick in one long, slow stroke. Your back arched when he did, as your hands flew to his hair, not gripping or pulling on it, but just to hold him there.

"Oh, Lucifer..." It was more of a drawn out gasp than a proper moan of his name—almost dreamy in a way.

And oh, did he adore it. His lips curling into a wide smile at the sound of his name coming from your lips, he needed to hear more.

So he hummed against your folds, letting his tongue start to explore while the hands that were currently gripping your hips firmly started to slide down, down the curves of your thighs before stopping to hold on to the backs of your knees.

His tongue started to circle your entrance while his palms began sliding up and down the insides of your thighs. His touch gentle, reverent, and loving, while you held him close, pressing his face deeper between your legs.

Your hips rolled up into his features on pure instinct, never wanting him to stop. Not when he was shoving his tongue deep into your quivering hole and wrapping his lips around your pulsing clit.

He groaned against your core;, you were sweeter and more addictive than anything he had tasted and anything he could probably ever taste.

When you let your knees fall to the outside of his shoulders, he let his hands glide further up and back down the curve of your thighs, his broad palms leaving tingles in their wake that just increased the fire building inside you. They moved up until they finally made it to their destination. Finding their natural place on your tits, cupping them with a little less gentleness than before, but you knew he could help it.

Well, you couldn't really think about it too hard. Too busy pushing your chest further into his touch and grinding your cunt against his tongue and sharp nose.

You could barely hear your own voice now. Your eyes were pressed shut, jaw slack as melodies of pure, unadulterated pleasure came out of you to fill the air in the garden.

The sweet sounds only egging Lucifer on, his efforts doubling as his started to switch between flicking his tongue against your clit, suckling on your folds, all while nuzzling his nose into them—inhaling your flowery scent, letting it flow down his body until it makes its way to his leaking cock.

The knowledge that he was the first person to get a taste of you, to get a taste of this heaven in between your legs, it made him dizzy with a mix of devotion and need that shook him to his core.

He slowly pulled back—just enough to look up at your flushed face, your parted lips, your trembling thighs. Taking a moment to check on you, before his fingers finally found your entrance and he heard you gasp and tense a little under him.

Stopping for another beat, he locked his eyes with yours but when you gave him an encouraging nod, he went ahead.

"Tell me if it's too much." he murmured, watching your expression carefully as one finger began to press inside, just the tip at first, testing.

You tensed again, but with another kiss to your clit, you were already easing up. You felt his tongue slipping in to lick at your folds—softly, distractingly—as a long, thick finger breached your tightness. The sudden and unknown pressure made you whine out loud, your hand gripping the grass against as you panted.

"...You're doing so well for me, baby...Just a little more, yeah~?"  

And when you whimpered—nodding frantically—he rewarded you by sinking that finger all the way in. Then he stilled immediately, letting you adjust, his finger buried deep inside you as he watched your face with intense focus. 

Your breaths came fast and uneven, your thighs trembling around his shoulders like you were holding onto the edge of something massive. The feeling was odd, not painful, but not pleasurable yet.

"Shhh...I've got you," He cooed softly, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Just breathe for me, love..."  

Slowly, so slowly, he began to move, with just a tiny curl of that one finger and when you let out a shaky moan instead of tensing up again, he rewarded himself with another taste. 

Lips wrapping around your clit as he gently sucked while his finger started to slide in and out in lazy strokes, the pace maddeningly slow but perfect for helping you get used to the feeling as the pleasure started to flutter through you again.

"Tell me how it feels..." He gently murmured against your skin, "Tell me what my pretty girl needs..."

You could only nod again, eyes shut tight with pleasure, hips rocking instinctively against his hand, "Ohhh...feels so good.."

Lucifer smiled—big and proud—before adding a second finger, stretching you wider this time. A gasp tore from your throat at the intrusion and your inner walls clenched around him instantly.

"That's it...take me, my sweetheart." He cooed gently but his pace stayed slow, relentless in its tenderness as he began to thrust deeper into you while circling his tongue over your swollen clit. The combination making stars burst behind your eyelids as you finally started teetering on the edge of an orgasm. 

Which Lucifer could perfectly tell, "I know, baby. I know....but I need you to take another one in for me, hm? I know you can, darling." He stopped his ministrations long enough to brush his lips against your thigh again, murmuring against your skin while letting you catch your breath.

"Take a deep breath for me..." He instructed, waiting for you to do so before continuing, "And on the exhale, I'm going to slide another finger in...Okay?"  

His eyes were locked with your hazy ones, trying to keep your attention on his words and not the three digits of his right hand which were now pressing against your entrance again.

"Breathe in..."

You inhaled shakily, your chest rising as every nerve in your body focused on the slow, steady pressure building at your core.

"...And out.” He guided softly, his voice velvet and warm. As you exhaled, he pushed—three fingers gliding inside you with one smooth motion. Not too fast. Not too rough. Just deep enough to stretch you perfectly.

You arched off the blanket with a cry, back bowing as he stretched you fully but he didn’t stop. Just kept kissing, licking, sucking at your bundle of nerves while his fingers curled just right inside you.

“Shhh...I’ve got you,” he soothed against your thigh before capturing that trembling little bundle of nerves between his lips again. “God, you're so fucking tight…”  

His hand began to move slowly—curling those long angelic fingers to hit your sweet spot perfectly. He pulled back, only to replace his lips with the tip of his nose, gently nudging it against your clit, shaking his head from side to side. Taking another deep breath in of your scent before moaning into your cunt—the action causing a tremble to go through your body.

"L-Lucifer!" You cried out, hips bucking wildly as your walls clamped down around his fingers, a hot wave of pleasure ripping through you like lightning. He didn't let up. No, he only sped up, thrusting deeper and faster while his tongue worked relentless circles over your clit.

His name falling from your lips like a prayer was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard....Wait, was he allowed to say that?

"Just like that, baby," He purred between flicks. "Let go for me...I want to feel you cum on my fingers and tongue."  

"Ahhh- f..fuckkk-" You couldn't even finish the word as your body started to convulse around his fingers, your toes curling and back arching off the ground. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue, every perfect stroke of his hand.

"Look at me..." He murmured against your wet heat, voice low and dark with lust, "Let me see those pretty eyes when you come for me..."  

You barely forced your eyelids open, gazing down at him through hazy, bliss-drunk eyes as he worshipped you. His mouth still devouring you while three fingers worked in deep and precise rhythm. And with a few more pumps, you were done for. Your body almost sitting up halfway as your first ever orgasm rushed through your shaking body.

Your legs squeezed around his head but that was only for the better. Since he had slipped his fingers out with a wet pop—widened his mouth and took your whole pussy in. Slurping up all your deliciousness with insatiable thirst. His cock throbbing violently under him but he didn't care, all he cared about was you.

Eventually the overstimulation got to you, your hand pushed at his head weakly with a gasp of his name and he finally spared you. Pulling away but not before giving your quivering folds a few more licks and your puffy clit a final kiss.

You collapsed back onto the blanket covered glass, completely boneless—chest heaving, limbs limp, skin flushed and damp with sweat.

Wondering how the fuck he just made you feel this way.

Your entire body trembled from the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through you. Meanwhile, Lucifer lifted his head from between your thighs, his chin slick with your arousal, lips swollen and wet from how thoroughly he'd devoured you. His golden eyes turned into moons as he grinned in a mix of satisfaction and pride from how he wrecked you.

"You," He murmured, dragging himself up your body, occasionally dropping kisses on random spots of your skin. "....are the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen."

"Did so so well for me, my baby."

The cold breeze that swept through the garden did nothing to chill the heat radiating between your bodies. His cock was still painfully hard as it pressed against the inside of your thigh, but he ignored it once again. Too busy nuzzling into your neck, breathing you in like you were the only oxygen he needed. All while you tried to calm your beating heart and the tremble in your breath.

"Sweetheart..." He whispered against your pulse, pressing a few kisses right there. "Talk to me, love."

With that, you finally managed to reopen your eyes with a soft sigh. His weight, a comforting pressure, the hard planes and angles of his body pressing fully against your curves as he shifted to hover his face over yours made you feel safe. A smile came up on his lips when he caught the sparkle in your gaze and the flush on your cheeks.

"There you go...." He breathed out as his one hand moved to push your hair away. "How're we feeling?"

The flush on your cheeks deepened and yet you didn't bother hiding your feelings...or even mind your language in this very divine, very celestial, and very, very holy garden-

"Holy shit."

Was all you whispered, before your eyes widened with a gasp, your palm flying over your mouth. All while the archangel who just made you cuss out from how talented his mouth was, busted out laughing on top of you.

"Oh my God," you gasped again, half-muffled by your hand. "I didn’t just...omg I can't believe I just said that? And here?!! Of all places?"

Lucifer was full-on cackling now, his shoulders shaking against yours, his forehead dropping to rest between your breasts as he tried to catch his breath.

"You did." He managed between chuckles, "And it was the most beautiful blasphemy I’ve ever heard." He lifted his head just enough to grin at you—eyes sparkling with mischief and pure adoration.

"Oh lord." You huffed out, your head dropping back against the throw pillow. And he was still giggle gaggling. "This is your fault!"

You half-scolded him with a slap to his bare back. He flinched playfully at the slap, then let out an exaggerated "Ooh!" as if deeply wounded, though his grin only widened.

"My fault?" He repeated, voice dripping with mock offense as he propped himself up on one elbow, golden hair falling into his eyes. "Sweetheart...I know you came apart like a symphony because of me, but you can't be blaming me for your own stunning lack of restraint~" 

He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a teasing almost-kiss. Another laugh rumbled through his chest before he nuzzled the side of your nose with the tip of his, "But fine. I'll take full responsibility for making my beautiful angel scream holy profanities under the stars."

You rolled your eyes a bit, wanting to mask your embarrassment with sass but you were as obvious as you could get.

"Yeah, you do need to take responsibility...." You whispered with a half playful-half serious tone and a final breathless huff. Your lips brushing his with every word. The two of you went quiet for a second as tension filled the air once more when you locked eyes. 

Your heartbeat started picking up once more. More and more as the need and nervousness filled your body again. His arousal—that you had been fighting to keep your eyes off this whole time—was poking against your hipbone, simultaneously reminding you of its existence on one hand, and your lack of experience on the other.

And lucifer felt your tension, how it wasn't from pleasure this time, but from the nerves. So he slowed. Instantly. His breath evening out, his hips stilling against you as he pulled back just enough to search your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip. 

"We don’t have to go any further tonight. Not if you’re not ready." His tone had not a hint of pressure or demand in it. Just love. And you couldn't be less in love yourself.

"I already got everything I could've ever wanted, tonight..." 

You gave a shy press of your lips at his admission, the slightly teasing twinkle in his gaze making you giggle a little. He then leaned and pressed a slow, sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to your forehead as if sealing a vow.

"I want you so bad, yes...God knows how much I do..." The words came out as a heavy groan, causing your heart to pound louder. "...but only when you're absolutely ready."  

You listened to him. You listened to him carefully. Making sure to digest every word. Just to be sure that you didn't have any doubts. Yet, no matter how much you thought about it, you kept coming back to the same answer. To the same conclusion.

In a second, lucifer felt himself being pulled down into a searing kiss. He's probably going to start thinking that this is your only way of communication. Not that he was complaining. And for the first time, you tasted yourself, on his tongue at that. He looped one of his arms around your waist to pull you closer into his chest—his other arm bent next to your head to keep his body from crushing yours.

"I want you...want you so bad." You somehow managed to whine out against his lips. Your legs move to wrap around his waist, implicitly telling him that you were very much ready.

He couldn't help the sharp jolt of excitement that went up his body. Before he quickly took in a sharp intake of breath when he felt both your legs locking at the small of his back to pull him closer. 

He could sense your desire, the heat radiating off of you was almost scorching and it was almost enough to drive him insane. But what actually drove him insane, was the feeling of your lips moving against his, the thought that you were tasting yourself on his tongue while he had you like this...god, it was almost too much to take.

"Angel..." He rasped out. "Tell me you're really sure, love..."

You whimpered again into his mouth, "yes, yes, yes...I'm sure- I'm ready..Just-" 

Truly, you sounded pathetic. The once hot-headed, firm and sassy summoner that had managed to get the stubborn great archangel Lucifer Morningstar wrapped around her finger....was now in fact lying under him. Begging him to fuck her. To take her virginity in the lord's sacred garden. Who would've guessed?

Lucifer on the other hand, couldn't care enough to even develop a singular critical thought. All he could think of was the way you sounded. God, the way you kept saying "yes"...it was like a prayer going straight to his groin. He groaned as you whined for him. It was all he could do to stop himself from grinding his length against your belly.

"Yeah?" He breathed, pressing more searing kisses to your lips, your jaw, your cheek, the side of your neck, unable to physically separate his mouth from your skin. "You want me, baby?" 

"God yes...so bad." You hopelessly mewled—hands gripping his shoulders like a vice. Not a drop of pride in your body at this point. He grinned and pressed a line of slow kisses down your jaw, the way you gasped at the feel of his stubble against your skin only turning him on more.

"Shh...I've got you, my sweet..." He murmured, nuzzling his nose into the hollow of your neck. "...I've always got you...now and forever."

"I know you do..." You sighed out breathlessly, the heat already filling your blood once more. Even more when he sucked a dark-reddish spot on your blemished skin.

One of your hands slipped into the blonde hairs at the back of his neck. While the other one sneaked a little further down. Boldly tracing down his stomach, feeling the light lines of the forming muscles, the firmness of it as he tensed under your touch. Then further down.

And you could almost feel the heat of his cock before you even touched it. When you finally did. A gasped slipped out. Though you weren't sure if it was from you or him.

Your softer, warmer, smaller hand wrapped itself around his harder, angrier, much....much bigger, leaky cock.

No, the gasp was definitely you. It was even paired with a widening of your eyes when you realized that this whole thing was about to be inside of you.

"Fu-...oh fuckk, sweetheart...Don't-" The words barely managed to come out of Lucifer. The pleasure already overtaking him with the simplest touch from you—seemingly obvious to your inner turmoil. He exhaled shakily, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he fought to keep himself from bucking into your hand.

"You're killing me..." He groaned, hips twitching forward despite himself when you squeezed a little. Meanwhile, your brows furrowed together as you realized what you just got yourself into.

"Wait- can you just-" You pushed lightly at his chest so that he'd shift from on top of you and sit back on his heels. Your head then shot up to finally take a peak—instantly, your jaw went slack. Even in the dark you can see it, the size too big and too thick to be unnoticed.

"There's absolutely no way this fits." You whispered, sounding a little horrified, yet the way your hole clenched at the thought of him filling you up said otherwise. Meanwhile, Lucifer bursted out laughing, not to mock you, he was just helplessly amused at your bluntness, his head tipping back as his shoulders shook.

"Oh, sweetheart...We'll make it fit." He grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to your furrowed brow, as his fingers gently combed through your hair, instantly relaxing you.

"You just took three of my fingers, and you did so well for me~" Warmth filled your cheeks once more at the reminder.

"But we'll go slow. So slow...until you're begging me for more." The huskiness of his whisper brought a shiver down your spine this time, the nervousness starting to slowly melt away. His free hand trailed down your stomach, fingertips then skating over your slick folds again, making you gasp. 

"See? You're already ready for me..." He groaned in approval while you swallowed thickly. "Hmm...even your pretty little cunt knows she can take me."  

You whined at the dirty words as they made you feel a mix of lust and slight shame in their depraved nature, coming out of an angel's mouth at that. Still, lucifer felt you push your hips closer to his touch. Because at the end of the day, you wanted this. You wanted it so so bad, actually.

"Okay....slow..." You repeated back to him, making him hum with a nod of gratitude. He leaned down, pressing a soft, grounding kiss to your lips before trailing his mouth along your jaw to your ear.

"Good girl..." He murmured, voice thick with affection as you started to lie back down, the air around you thickening once more, "Just breathe...and let me love you." 

You stared into his eyes, watching the gold specs swirl in them as his gaze ran over your softness, unable to stop himself from staring at you. His fingers returned to your pussy, slicking through your folds with gentle ease. He circled your entrance slowly, teasing just the very tip of one finger inside before pulling back once again to coo sweetly, "Relax those pretty thighs for me...just let me in..."

With another deep breath, your legs fell open a little wider, trembling but trusting. And your lover rewarded you with another deep kiss as he guided himself forward. The broad head of his cock nudged against your opening—hot, heavy, impossibly large—and he stopped completely to add, "Just tell me if it’s too much...I’ll stop. Any time."

You nodded again, keeping your eyes on his face. "I will. I trust you." 

You added softly, panting a little from the nerves and excitement. Though you hesitated for a moment, as if you wanted to say something else. And you did.

"I trust you," Your hand lifted up to cup his own flushed cheek as you finally spilled the words. "and I love you."

Lucifer's eyes softened at your words, his head tilting as he leaned into your hand, eyes slipping shut briefly for a moment before opening, looking devastatingly in love.

"And I love you..." He whispered like a prayer before turning his face to kiss your palm. His other hand gripping his member to slide it up and down your slit with another kiss to your lips.

"Relax, baby..." He breathed out against your lips. Then he finally pushed in and the second he did it, you felt your walls stretch to accommodate him. 

Instantly, you scrunched your face with a wince, the unfamiliar pressure overwhelming. His eyes were on you though, never leaving your face and the second he sensed your pain, he pulled back out.

Then he rubbed his already leaking tip against your labia again, even pushing it against your puffy clit as if to distract you. And it definitely worked, a light moan slipped out from the back of your throat. Taking that as a good sign, he slid his cock lower and started to push into you again. This time, only two inches made it in before you whimpered loudly.

His own lips parted with a soft "fuck'" as your walls pulsed around him in reaction to the painful stretch. "God, darling...You're so fucking tight." 

His words made you whine out in frustration, "You're too big." 

It was difficult to hear the bite in your tone from how hard you were panting as you tried to breathe and relax yourself. Lucifer only chuckled at your whining, his fingers then moved back up your thighs to rub soothing circles into them.

"I know, I know..." He murmured, his forehead pressing against yours again as he waited for you to relax around him.

"But look at you...taking me so well already..." His praise trailed off a little when he saw you frown in pain again. "We can just...stop for tonight."

"No!" You were almost embarrassed at how fast and how loud that came out, it was from your heart though.

"I don't want to stop~" Your moan was high-pitched and breathless, half overwhelmed-half desperate as your nails dug into his shoulders, but he only sighed and nodded.

"Alright...let's try a little more then, okay?" His hips started to slightly shift again, just enough for him to roll his hips in shallow little circles, stretching you gradually with every movement.

It almost felt like it was never ending as he slowly pushed inch by inch into you. Finally, when he had a little more than half his cock inside of you, it started to become easier. And you started to loosen up just a little, just enough so that he could push all the way in.

"There we go..." Lucifer praised, his hands gripping your hips now to steady you as he finally bottomed out fully, groaning at how the tight, wet heat surrounded him completely. 

You were both panting now, luckily you weren't feeling any pain from the stretch. It just felt...suffocatingly tight, in the best way possible. You felt Lucifer drop his face into your neck, his heavy breaths hitting your ear, mixing with the sound of grass crunching as he fisted it in an effort to control his urge to simply pound you into the ground.

"Lucifer...?" You whispered breathlessly, squeezing tight around him with no regards to his sanity. "Yes, sweetheart...?"

You almost giggled at how pained he sounded. "Want you to move..." And as if those words weren't enough to make him cum right then and there, you just had to whine out a desperate- "...please~?"

And it went straight to his dick. Funny enough, you felt it twitch inside of you.

"Please?" He echoed with a wrecked voice, you knew what you were doing to him. With agonizing slowness, he pulled back—just an inch at first—then pushed in again. 

A deep, full glide that made you throw your head back with a long, drawn out moan. This wasn't the pleasure you felt when he ate you out or even when he fingered you. No, this was very different.

"Like that?" He rasped against your face, lips brushing your own as he did it again. Another shallow roll of his hips, the kind meant to stretch you sweetly. Each thrust was controlled...gentle...Lucifer was holding himself back and you knew it. And for a second, you were scared that he wasn't feeling good-

"Fuckk, darling....You feel like heaven..." He suddenly moaned, you could see his eyebrows come together, his eyes press tightly shut and his mouth dropping as he gave you another thrust, this one so much deeper.

"No...not even heaven can feel this good." 

The blasphemous words slipped out of him instinctively, but before you could say anything about it, he was moving again, finally setting up a steady pace that pushed you deeper into an abyss of pleasure. And you were drowning in it, every slow, deep stroke stretching you perfectly, hitting a sweet spot inside you that made your toes curl and your lips part with a loud whine.

"Luci-!" You cried out as he rolled his hips just right, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through your spine. And the man loved it. Loved how loud you were being for him. Loved that he was the one making you feel this good.

He just loved you.

While you, you couldn't even form a proper thought. Let alone form a sentence, every time you opened your mouth, all that came out were soft moans and gasps.

Your hands moved up his back, fingers clawing at his skin—touching the sensitive skin under where his majestic wings were tucked safely and hidden. It must've been a sensitive spot because he started to increase his pace a bit more. 

You could hear him whisper words against your neck, in between his own moans and gasps- "so good...you're so good for me...so pretty...my good girl...you're so perfect...my perfect girl..."

The words mixed with the wet slap of skin on skin—slow at first, but growing steadily faster. The grass beneath you was soft but cool against your back, the warm breeze of the garden mixing with the heat of Lucifer's body pressed tightly against you.

His hips rolled into yours with precision, each thrust deep and deliberate and soon, the initial discomfort melted into pure pleasure. You felt your own walls starting to flutter around him, tightening more and more as the coil in your belly wound tighter. Lucifer felt it too. His golden eyes darkened with pure need when he realized you were already close again.

"Already, baby?" His voice was thick with arousal, almost sounding proud before he adjusted his angle just slightly.

"Oh....oh fuck!" You arched off the ground with a sharp cry as he started hitting that same sweet spot dead-on, your entire body tensing at the sudden burst of pleasure.

Lucifer grinned down at you, before repeating the motion, dragging his cock against that same spot with every thrust now. A long pleasured sigh came out of him as he leaned down. His hands moving to cup your face as he nuzzled his own face against yours. He kept his gaze locked on you, taking in the beauty that was your pleasure.

You had your eyes pressed shut and mouth wide open as symphonies of pleasure spilled out of you. Before he tapped your flushed cheek with his thumbs, signaling you to open your eyes, and you did it.

Suddenly, the feeling intensified in your body, and you just couldn't help it. The urge to kiss him for the 50th time it seems, took over you, so you pulled him down, smashing your lips against his with a desperate whimper. 

Lucifer chuckled into the kiss, his mouth curving in a smile against you. His hands moved to your head, tilting it up to a different angle as he deepened the kiss. Your chin tilted back up for a moment to kiss him back before you break the lip lock with a wet pop, "Lucifer..."

When you trailed off without finishing your sentence, he pulled back only far enough to murmur against your lips with a choked groan. "What is it, my sweet...?" 

"Ha...harder..." He actually slowed down at that, making you whine in annoyance and open your eyes again to meet his golden gaze that looked drunk on desire and love. 

"Want you to go harder." You pleaded with him softly, making his breath hitch before his face softened in slight amusement.

"Yeah?" He chuckled lowly, his voice husky and slightly choked. "Now it feels good, huh?"

You nodded a little too quickly, almost mindlessly now as you wrapped your legs around his hips while he followed your request. "So...so good..." 

Lucifer grinned at your desperation, leaning in to kiss your cheek sweetly. "Mhm…Good." He whispered, the smile still in his voice, "Because I'm about to make you feel even better..." 

Your legs tightened around his waist again, pulling him closer. "Then make me." 

Was all you could manage, voice strained with longing and impatience. He looked into your eyes, watching you carefully, checking your expression, still looking for any sign of pain or discomfort but he found nothing but want and adoration. So he went not only harder, but faster too. Until the sound of skin slapping skin grew louder, mixing with the rustle of the garden around you—a symphony of love under the watchful sky. 

He pushed himself back up to hover over you. Hips now snapping to yours, his irises almost sparkling as he lost himself in the sight of you getting pounded by him. 

Then the flicked downwards to your bouncing breasts, the sight driving him insane. One of his hands moved up to hurriedly grope your mound, giving the tit a rough squeeze that made you arch your back. Pushing yourself closer to his touch. 

Lucifer groaned at the softness before he gave your tit a light, experimental slap making it bounce even more and making your head drop back from the pleasure.

"Fuck, look at you," He groans deeply, biting on his bottom lip as he watched you. The way the soft moonlight seems to glow and move over the soft, sweet curves of your body. And he wondered how one can look like that ?

"Gosh, darling...." He trailed off again, one of his hands moving to steady you hips, the other moving to circle you clit as his thrusts stuttered. His strokes now short and fast as your walls clenched around him. The knot in your stomach so close to snapping, and it was his next words that finally broke you-

"You are a fucking goddess..."

With that you were gone, back arched off the ground as your second orgasm of the night crashed over you like a tidal wave. The high this time was completely different from your earlier one. Your hands grabbed at his forearms, marking his smooth skin with your nails. Your vision going blurry until all you could see was the bright light from the stars above you and a tease of his blond hair.

Lucifer groaned at the sight of you coming undone beneath him, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his cock, squeezing him so tight it bordered on being painful. But he didn't stop, not even when your body arched and trembled under his touch. Instead, he leaned down and kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as his thrusts turned into shorter, faster humps, unable to hold back anymore.

Then, with one final, deep grind of his hips against yours, he groaned your name against your lips, his entire body tensing as he spilled his cum deep inside you. Painting your tight walls with his warmth, the odd yet satisfying feeling making you moan lightly.

For a moment, the only sounds in the garden were your combined heavy breaths and the rustle of leaves above. Then, with a shuddering exhale, Lucifer pressed his forehead against yours, his fingers trembling slightly as he cupped your face, the act making you reopen your hazy eyes. And for a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, before he finally broke the silence.

"Holy shit..." He whispered breathlessly, the words amusingly familiar. Which was why you couldn't help but breathe out a soft laugh against his face.

"Yeah, I know~" You giggled out, still in a daze from your own pleasure.

And the way Lucifer's heart did a flip in his chest the second the sound of your laughter hit his ears, definitely needed to be studied. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your nose, still cradling your sweet face in his hands.

"You alright, sweetheart?" He asked softly, his voice filled with affection as he scanned your face, making sure you weren't sore, uncomfortable or even worse, if you were feeling regretful about doing this with him.

Despite the sheen of pleasure that was still present in his eyes, you could still see the concern in them. His body almost vibrating against yours anxiously. Smiling, you lifted your own hand up to his cheek—without thinking, he was tilting into your touch.

"Lucifer?" 

"Mhmm...?" 

"My darling?"

Now he was getting a little concerned, you could tell from his furrowed eyebrows. "What is it, my love...?" 

Finally, you broke into a smile of your own, one of slight amusement and lots of devotion. "I loved every single thing about what we have just done." 

Already, his body was relaxing a little, and even more as you continued, "You made me feel safe, cared for, and so...soo loved." It was those whispered words that made him blush this time. 

You crinkled your nose at him and tilted your head up to press a kiss to his jaw. "I wouldn't have rather done this with anyone else that wasn't you."

Lucifer's shoulders visibly slumped with a huff of relief. Your words seemingly made him a little shy, but you didn't comment on it. He pulled you even closer as soon as you were done speaking, as though he couldn't get you any closer than you already were. His lips finding and pressing sweet pecks to the top of your head.

"I'm so glad...." He choked out the whisper, the emotion in his tone making your stomach twist. If you ever had any doubt about his intentions or feelings, they were now completely gone. You hummed and pressed your cheek to the top of his head, getting rapidly used to the feeling of being under him.

"I was the one worried...I hope I wasn't too...underwhelming." You tried your best to hide it, but Lucifer most probably heard the hint of insecurity in your tone. 

It wasn't a secret that Lucifer was a popular man, known for charming angels left and right—well, used to at least—before he met you.

So knowing that you were the obviously not experienced virgin in this relationship—again, used to be—made you a little self-conscious.

Lucifer frowned instantly when he realized what you were implying. He leaned back a bit, so that you could look at his face. He cupped his hand under your chin and tipped your head back, so he could meet your eyes with his own. The look wasn't sweet though, it was more as if you had grown two heads. 

Although for Lucifer, that would've been a lot less weirder than what you just said.

"Underwhelming? Underwhelming?!" He echoed with an incredulous tone, like he couldn't believe someone as smart as you would say something so stupid. He pulled back to rest on his elbows with a loud, almost pained groan. "Oh, my love....god, if you would just..."

Your eyes widened a little as he sighed again dramatically before he finally continued. "Oh if you would just see yourself right now..." 

His one arm shifted to run his hand down the side of your squishy flesh until it found its place on your love handles, his eyes following the same path.

"If you would just feel yourself..." This time, his words came with a rut of his hips that made your lips part with a silent moan from the reminder that he was still buried deep inside of you. "Then you wouldn't have even dared to utter those words to me." 

It was like you were taking turns making each other blush at this point. You couldn't say anything else after that. All you could do was lay there with a flutter in your heart and a sparkle in your eyes.

"It's that sugar talking that got me in this position in the first place." You whispered cheekily, too shy to fully acknowledge his words but he understood, you never needed to elaborate much with him.

"Mhmm...well, you were perfect..." He murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple, making you giggle happily. "Absolutely perfect."

Then he shifted slightly, pulling out of you with a soft hiss, his hands immediately smoothing over your thighs in apology when you whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

"Shh...I've got you," He soothed, gathering you against his chest as he sat up with his back leaned against the trunk of the large tree. While you leaned back against his chest with a shaky sigh. His large wings shooting back out of his back to wrap around you, shielding your bare body from the chill in the air. Holding you close like a silent promise for a future to come.

You went quiet again, simply staring ahead at the lake in front of you, while Lucifer pressed his cheek to the top of your head. His arms wrapping around you, his wrist flicking up and down as his hand rubbed over your upper arm, warming you up. You let your head fall back into his shoulder, right where the crook of his neck was. Thoughts swirling in your mind, lots of thoughts. Though unlike earlier, you didn't let yourself fall too deep into that deep sea of overthinking.

"Lucifer....?"

"Mhmm."

You went silent again, taking a split second to contemplate your next words, but knowing that he gets easily anxious from your lack of speech, you went right ahead, "Do you want to move in together?"

You could hear his breath hitch, it made you smile a little as you moved and turned your head back just enough to look at him. Lucifer's golden eyes widened, completely frozen. For a few seconds, he didn't even blink.

He had been thinking about it. Obviously. He was absolutely obsessed with you. So the thought of not seeing your face every morning when he woke up? Truly, it was unbelievable, but he never brought it up. Not wanting to push.

"...You mean...move in as in...live together...with you?" He repeated dumbly, voice unusually high-pitched for someone as usually composed and smooth-talking as him. You lightly bit the inside of your cheek as you tried not to laugh at his reaction. "Yes, my darling....that's what moving together means." 

For a solid five seconds, he just stared at you. You were growing a little worried but his brain had simply short-circuited at your response.

"Yes." The word came out fast. Almost too fast. He kissed your forehead again before cupping your cheeks and squishing them with both hands to press a proper kiss onto your lips—one filled with so much excitement that it was borderline giddy.

"God yes." he whispered against your mouth between kisses, "A thousand times yes."

You let out an excited giggle of your own. Although the sound barely got out from the amount of kisses he pressed to your face and lips.

"You sound like you just got proposed to." You managed to tease despite him squeezing the life out of you.

Lucifer didn't even care about the teasing, he was too busy being the happiest man in Eden right now. He ignored your comment and just kept planting kisses everywhere, your cheeks, nose, forehead, pretty much anywhere his lips could reach. He looked like a puppy who had been given a steak. Literally vibrating with joy against you.

"Shut up," He muttered between pecks before finally capturing your lips again for another long kiss.

But then he paused—mid kiss attack—to actually consider that. His nose scrunched as he thought about it, for barely a second, before a huge grin split his face. 

Biting his bottom lip, he pressed your foreheads so close together that your noses were connecting.

"I will."

Your expression turned from amusement to slight confusion at those words. But he only choked out another laugh.

"My god, do I love you." Was all he said before bringing you into another bone crushing hug while you tsked in annoyance.

"You will what??? Tell me~??" You complained into his neck but he only brought you closer, adding a wet, sloppy kiss to your cheek, "Don't worry about it. Just know that when the right day comes, I'll do it."

Despite him not directly saying the words, you were smart enough to pick up the context clues. And even though you started it with the teasing, you ended up being the one with the blushing cheeks, "I'll hold you to that." 

Lucifer's heart literally melted at your response. The way he could feel your cheeks warm up, the softness in your voice—if he could bottle this moment and keep it inside his heart forever, he would do that. He buried his nose into your hair, kissing you there again, "You do just that, my love."

You grinned at the nickname, then turned your body in his hold so you could nestle against him properly. So you could, with a final sigh, repeat those three words again.

"I love you, Lucifer."

His stomach flipped, and his heart fluttered. Yeah, it doesn't seem like he'll get used to you saying that anytime soon.

"And I love you even more."

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

"And that's basically the gist of it."

Your husband declared boisterously, his cheeks had a slight pinkish hue to it from how much he had sipped on his wine throughout the story. Yet there was a sparkle to his eyes from the memories of your days from long, long ago.

"What the fuck...." Was all that Beel managed to utter out, while the others sat around with half-shocked, half-amused expressions. "That's why yall got kicked out ???"

"Well, we did cause a lot of trouble in general but then- Ohhh~" Lucifer stopped mid sentence with a drawn out laugh, making you chuckle a little at the sight before he continued. "As if that wasn't enough, we then got married in secret," 

You had started fiddling with a random thread on your sleeve, a light smile on your face as you listened to him. Before you noticed that he had trailed off, you glanced up, only to see him already gazing down at you, with that same look in his eyes from centuries ago.

Someone—probably Ozzie—cleared their throat loudly, pulling you out of your daze. Lucifer looked up with an airy 'Mhm~?'. Making Beel click her tongue in annoyance, "Hello?? Finish the story??"

"Oh, I thought you knew this part-Well, the high counsel found out and flipped because they're a bunch of haters and banished us out and now we're here. The end." He finally finished with a shrug, his free arm moving to bring you closer.

Beel dramatically threw her hands up, the wine glass in her grip almost tipping over, if it wasn't for Mammon holding it up, only for the demoness to snatch her hand away with a mean glare. And those two were now fighting-

"Okay but—" Asmodeus cut in, leaning forward with his chin resting on intertwined fingers, "You two were  married and sneaking around for how long? Like...months?"

Lucifer smirked and took another lazy sip of his drink before answering.

"A year and three months." He said casually, as if that wasn't the longest secret marriage anyone had ever pulled off in Heaven's history. A beat of silence passed before-

"A WHOLE ASS YEAR?!"

Mammon screeched so loud that even Satan flinched slightly from across the room where he’d been quietly listening and observing this whole time.

Meanwhile you—still tucked under Lucifer’s arm—simply giggled at their reactions. "Thinking about it now, it wasn't that hard." You added softly, 

"At that point, we had already moved together and had been dating for a while, so everyone knew that." You took a sip of your own drink before continuing with a thoughtful hum. "Then we got some rings made but only wore them like pendants on necklaces that we hid under our clothes." 

Lucifer's band on your shoulder gave a little squeeze, almost as if he was apologizing for what the two of you had to go through.

"No one was suspecting anything. But as Luci said, we were already causing trouble by not submitting their rules and ideologies," You mumbled with a shrug, your fingers fiddling with your wedding ring.

The one that you'd been proudly and unashamedly wearing in the out for centuries now.

"They needed a reason to kick us out, and finding out that we'd been married for a year, in secret, without going through the proper procedures and getting the proper blessings, adding up to everything else, it was deemed enough."

Beelzebub looked absolutely horrified. Her face scrunched up in pure disbelief, her drink and fight with Mammon completely forgotten on the table.

Silence filled the room just in general. Most of the high ranking demons, sins and even some sinners had a general idea of your backstory. Though most didn't actually know when the two of you got married, or how, let alone the fact that it was technically the reason behind your fall.

"Wow." Asmodeus drawled out, sounding more disturbed than anything. "So you mean to tell me that y'all were the original semi-enemies to lovers?" 

"Pretty much~" Lucifer simply singsonged and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head.

"Ewwwww. I thought this would a sexy story but it's just sappy as fuck." Asmo groaned out with a roll of his eyes, making Beel scold him,

"Not everything's about sex, Ozzie~ It's romantic and sweet. Even them falling together from heaven because of something so stupid is romantic~" Her tone was all dreamy as she said that, all while staring at the two of you as if you were two star crossed lovers in the main act of a Shakespearean play.

"We did have mind blowing sex in the sacred garden of Eden, if that makes you feel any better- oof-" Your husband's words were cut off by a hard punch to his chest and a glare from you.

"Why would you even-"

"They had to know, baby~" He whined as if he had been wronged, but it only earned him a defeated roll of your eyes, though even that he loved. 

He loved it when you got annoyed at him. He just loved you.

"Mhmm, now that is sexy~" The lustful prince drawled out, his tongue slipping up to run over a set of pearly teeth, his eyes finally sparkling with interest as he added. "Tell us more, Luci~"

"Oh, gladly-"

"NO!"

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

About an hour later, your house was finally free of guests and quiet again. Honestly, you had to kick them out, they had spent the last hour of the night analyzing and discussing every part of your meet-cute like it was a chick flick.

The only sound present now was of you and Lucifer moving around the living room while cleaning up. Although you have maids that take care of the palace work, the two of you had dismissed them early on in the evening, even before any of your friends had arrived.

You were picking up some of the wine glasses while Lucifer wiped the tables. Glancing up at you, he found you zoning off at a corner.

"Sweetheart?"

"Mhmm..." You replied, snapping out of your thoughts to look at him. He only gave a quirk of his lips back.

"What's on your mind, my love...?" 

You looked away sheepishly, forgetting for a second that he can pretty much read your mind, "Nothing. Just...reminiscing I guess. We hadn't really told our story to anyone before. Well...except Charlie when she was still young."

Lucifer's expression softened instantly into a smile, "She used to make me tell it to her every night in bed."

You smiled at that while he set the rag down on the counter and walked over to you, his bare feet making no sound against the marble floor. Without another word, he pulled you into a tight embrace—wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin atop your shoulder. The scent of wine still lingered faintly on him from earlier.

"It felt nice though..." he murmured into your hair, "Telling them about us."

His embrace tightened just slightly, pulling you flush against him as he rocked both of you side-to-side ever so lightly—the same way you danced under the dark heavenly sky on your secret wedding day.

"You were sooo beautiful back then..." 

You chuckled bashfully while he pressed a few gentle kisses along your temple between sentences. "...and even more now..."

Your heart swelled with affection as he continued to pepper your face in soft kisses. Each one was slow, deliberate, full of the same passion that had kept you together for centuries. You turned your head slightly and caught his lips with yours for a quick peck. Smiling shyly into it at his sweet compliment, but too embarrassed to actually acknowledge it.

"I enjoyed it too...." You went back to the original topic, carefully placing a couple more whiskey and wine glasses into the sink as you continued, "I love our story. It's nice talking about it with other people."

Lucifer hummed thoughtfully, his lips still pressed to your hair, before finally pulling away when you turned around in his hold.

"Yeah....we should do it more." He murmured warmly, his hands moving from your waist to your own ones. He then brought them up to his lips and pressed a few kisses on your knuckles as he started to walk backwards, pulling you along and out of the open kitchen.

You were smiling sweetly at his affection, before it dropped into a deadpanned expression when he added, "Especially the part about the 'mind blowing sex'"

"Oh my gosh, would you quit it already." You complained with an exasperated tone as you let him tug you towards the living room again.

"What?? You have to admit it, it was pretty great~" Your husband proudly boasted, taking a second to stop in his tracks and give you a wiggle of his brows.

"Yeah but...you've had better days."

He gave you an offended look, "Wowww wow wow~"

"I'm just saying~" You giggled with a shrug of your shoulders, while you both made your way to a random armchair.

"I mean, I've definitely learned a few tricks since then." Lucifer added playfully as he plopped down onto the armchair. Still holding one of your hands in his, steadying you as you took a seat on his lap.

"Mhmm, you sure have. I can vouch for it~" You replied with equal playfulness while he gave you a sarcastic nod, "Great. Nice to know that I've made some progress over the centuries."

That brought a full laugh out of you this time, making Lucifer grin and squeeze you close—getting cuteness aggression towards you. He couldn't resist, your laugh was his favorite sound in the entire universe. And you did it right back, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. Twisting and curling your body against his as you hugged his head closer to your chest.

Resting your chin on top of it, pressing a soft kiss to his hair, getting a whiff of his shampoo, the familiar smell relaxing you. All while Lucifer sighs contently, his hands moving up and down your back. Gently pressing them against it, squeezing the fat to give you a makeshift massage.

Although it was peaceful, you didn't let the silence hang for too long, "Darling...?"

"Mhmm." He sounded more drowsy than anything but you knew he was paying attention.

"Do you ever-" You trailed off, gathering your thoughts—or rather, you were being hesitant.

After a moment, Lucifer lifted his head from your chest to rest it against the back of the chair and look at you. But he only distracted you with his cheeks that were slightly flushed from rubbing against your top.

"Tell me..." His quiet words snapped you out of your distraction. You moved your hand to absentmindedly play with the short hairs at the back of his neck.

"Just...You never regret it...?" You were being vague, but he knew what you meant.

The playfulness in his expression melted as he searched your eyes. Yet, he couldn't find any hint of insecurity, only a little curiosity. You knew the answer deep down. You had no doubt about it. But revisiting your history made you want to have this conversation again, thinking that you'd maybe get some new insight.

Lucifer took a second, not to think about the question, just to look at you.

"No." His answer was firm, unwavering as usual. You leaned your side closer against his chest, giving him a funny look. He chuckled and brought a hand up to swipe at the apple of your cheek. 

"Never."

You let his words sink in for a moment, your gaze ran over his features that were only lit up by the moonlight coming through the giant windows behind you.

Your voice was soft when you finally replied, not wanting to disturb the quietude of the air around you, "Even knowing how it would all end?"

Lucifer exhaled through his nose—not a sigh, but something more like a hum of realization. Like he was remembering that fateful night vividly.

The moment the High Council had announced their decision to cast you both out. The screaming matches. The anger in Heaven's celestial halls. 

Your combined cries as the divine skies opened up, letting you fall through—once and for all.

"Especially knowing how it would all end."

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation or bitterness in his tone. Just acceptance. A steady truth that he had carried for centuries now, since the very moment you were both cast out into Hell.

The smile that you had been hiding from the start of this conversation finally bloomed. His answer was exactly as expected, but hearing it out loud warmed you from the inside out.

His fingers trailed from your cheek down to your jawline before he cupped it entirely, tilting your face slightly upwards so that he could press a slow kiss to the center of your forehead, lingering there for several heartbeats.

"I wouldn't trade this life with you...for anything." He paused, "Not even Heaven."

You pressed your face closer to his, one hand moving to hold the side of it, while your other one went to rest on his chest, "That's good to know." 

Your husband grinned at that, finding your reply a little funny. You giggled back before adding tenderly, the sincerity overflowing from your words, "I love being married to you. I love our life here. So much, I really do."

Lucifer's breath hitched at the sweetness of your confession. He let his head fall into your chest, then lifted it back up to press and nuzzle your cheeks together, the surge of love in his heart too strong to contain.

"Oh, sweetheart...I love being married to you." You felt him press his nose against your cheek and you slipped your fingers into his blond locks to give them a quick affectionate ruffle as he continued.

"More than anything in existence....God would know." Your head fell back with a loud laugh at that, the irony in it not escaping you, "He sure would."

Your answer slipped out with a breathless sigh alongside it as your laughter settled down. Only to find him staring up at you. Gaze so loving that it almost conveyed the absolute adoration he felt for you. Almost.

You cupped his cheek once more and leaned in. Pressing a long, devoted kiss to his lips, breaking it for a moment, only to go back with another smiley peck.

Finally, you whispered your final words of the night to him. In the darkness of your living room and with peace in your heart.

"I love you, Lucifer."

The words were so simple. So familiar to Lucifer's ears at this point. He'd hear you say them first thing in the morning, probably twice more throughout the day, then he'd hear them again right before falling asleep. 

Yet, they still made his heart flip, the same exact way it did back in that lake. 

"And I love you, darling. Always and forever."

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[your-favorite-morningstar]

꒰ঌ Heaven can wait ໒꒱

𓆩♡𓆪 Pairing ➛ !angel lucifer morningstar x angel !fem reader.

𓆩♡𓆪 Genre ➛ eden au, prequel au/ origin au to all of my established relationship/ married au fics, slight frenemies to lovers, humor, banter, fluff, smut, very slight angst at the end |Word Count ➛ 31k |

𓆩♡𓆪 Summary ➛ Casual gatherings with your friends at the palace were pretty much a weekly thing. But a gathering of friends needed a good story. And what better story is there, than you and your husband's love story ? One from centuries ago, back when you weren't the king and queen of hell, but two angels that fell into the same path in heaven. Only to end up falling from it once and for all.

𓆩♡𓆪 Warnings ➛ Not canon whatsoever-this is simply a backstory for all of my Lucifer x wifey reader fics that I've written, obviously it's not biblically accurate either and I tried to stay away from that direction as much as possibly, slightly blasphemous thoughts but nothing too crazy. Now for the fun part *wiggles eyebrows*, pet names, fingering, orals (!f receiving), !virgin reader + loss of virginity, pnv, Lucifer has a monsterrrr cock but who's surprised, so much praise because they're softies.

𓆩♡𓆪Author's note ➛ I be yapping a lot on here so I'm going to try and make this short and sweet. This is my longest work yet, and I truly believe this is my best one. I've worked for months on this, even before I took a break. I've had the idea for so long but never had the courage to proceed with it because I wanted it to be absolutely perfect. And I'm happy to say that even my perfectionist self is satisfied. Despite that, I'm still anxious to see what you all think of it. I truly hope you enjoy reading it and I hope that, if you're a habitual reader of mine, that you'd see the parallels between this prequel and all of my other stories. Lastly, I thank you all for your patience, and pls pls plsss don't hesitate to leave me your thoughts in a comment or a reblog, because they would mean the absolute world to me<3

General Masterlist | Credit goes to the artist who created the beautiful fanart, and the moodboard is mine<3

Lucifer sat back on one of the couches in the palace’s grand living room—a glass of red wine in hand as he laughed heartily at something Beelzebub had said.

Every few weeks you and Lucifer enjoyed hosting small gatherings like these for you and your friends. Ones where you weren't king and queen and they weren't the powerful Sins and overlords of hell. Some stood in a random corner to have a private conversation, a few of the others sat nearby on the couches and chairs, drinking and debating about random topics. 

You even had a couple decks of cards lying around to add a fun board-game flair to the evening, but unfortunately, Mammon had already reached it, meaning he had already started making bets that he'll probably lose. The sound of laughter and idle chatter filled the air while a soft, soulful tune played from the record player in the corner of the room.

You sat with your side leaning against Lucifer's chest. A glass of wine in your own hand as you spoke with Zestial. Your legs were gathered up against your own chest, your position making it obvious that you were feeling comfortable. It was very different from the way you usually carried yourself around hell.

As the queen, you were always so poised, confident and borderline cold in front of people. Needing to always put up a front to protect your family and your throne, a stark contrast to your husband and his whimsical silliness. But now you looked like a different person, soft, sweet and gentle as you sat there, cuddled against Lucifer who hugged you close. His arm wrapped around your shoulder and his free hand playing with your hair absentmindedly.

Beelzebub, swirling a glass of absinthe in the dim light, leaned forward with a smirk as a sudden thought struck her head after a random comment that Lucifer had made. Her playful eyes flicked between you and Lucifer before she set her glass down with a soft clink. “Alright, enough small talk. I’ve got a question for you two lovebirds.”

The room quieted slightly—her commanding voice catching all of your collective attention—Asmo raised an eyebrow from his seat beside her, while Belphegor paused mid-sip from her whiskey. Even Levi turned to look at them curiously.

“You’ve been married longer than most realms have existed,” Bee continued while you gave a quick side glance to Lucifer.  “and sure, everyone knows you both fell from Heaven together—big dramatic exit, flames in the sky like some tragic opera—but no one actually knows how it started.” 

She grinned wickedly., her body buzzing with excitement at the idea of getting some centuries-old scoop, “So come on…how did the King of Pride and his Queen end up tumbling out of Heaven hand-in-hand? What was it? Forbidden romance? Secret meetings behind God’s back? DID YOU GUYS ORGANISE A COUP?!!” 

Lucifer let out a soft laugh and glanced down at you nestled against him. His fingers gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as he looked back at the others, a faint lol of nostalgia in his eyes, one that made the curiosity in the air grow. 

“…It wasn’t necessarily like that.” His voice dropped just slightly, still playful but softer now. You turned your own head to look at him, the sparkle of love in your eyes matching the one of adoration in his.

"Yeah...it's a long story." you added while looking away, thinking that that would be the end of it. But Bee's eyebrows only shot up in excitement, while all your other friends that were doing their own thing were now looking a whole lot more interested in the story.

Lucifer chuckled low, pressing a long kiss to your temple before leaning back with a reminiscent smile, one that made the room feel suddenly warmer.

"Well... it is a long story," He drawled, his gaze moving back to you, staying there for a few moments, as if the more he stared at you, the more he remembered. Then it was gone, not as quick as it came though, "But if you all promise not to get weepy-eyed...especially you Ozzie, you know how you get...I might just tell it."

Asmodeus scoffed and took a sip of his drink. "Please. I've had some high quality romance in my lifetime~"

"Oh really now?" Lucifer drawled out while tilting his chin up at him and giving him a raise of his brow. "You and I both know that the most romantic relationship you've had was with your dildo~" 

Laughter rippled through the room and then quiet again as you finally started speaking, voice smooth like velvet.

"It started…with an introduction- Mhmm, well...." You trailed off for a moment as you tried to think of a better way to describe it, and Lucifer was way ahead of you. 

"I guess you could call it a 'carefully orchestrated meeting'."

A look of confusion seemed to pass over the room, the sight making you giggle a little, maybe this will be fun. After all, you've never told the story to anyone but Charlie.

"I don't think they knew the consequences of it though." Lucifer added with a playful wince, and you nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, definitely not. At least the person who sort of 'planned' it all, didn't...probably." you quipped with a chuckle and another playful glance at your lover, who only stared down at you with devotion.

"Who was it?!!" Bee whispered yelled in anticipation, earning herself another chuckle out of you before you finally replied with an amused smile.

"Oh, you won't believe who it was."

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

The sound of angels going about their routines in Heavenly Order echoed from the corridors beyond.

Michael stood at one of the large windows in his office, his gaze watching his fellow servants mill about—until a knock on his door caught his attention. He turned and called out, "Enter."

Very carefully, you opened the door and walked in. Your heart drummed with an air of nervousness as you stepped into Sir Archangel Micheal's office. 

You had met him a couple of times before, the firm handshakes he gave you and the curt greetings a little hard to forget. But overall, you found him to be quite nice—well, polite is more appropriate—despite the rumors surrounding his personality and his rigid work ethics, you didn't really mind working under him, yet.

"You called for me, sir?" You asked gently as you stood in front of him with your hands held behind your back politely.

Michael turned to face you, his golden armor gleaming under the soft light of Heaven’s halls. His expression was calm and measured as usual, but there was a sharpness behind his eyes that made even the most confident angels straighten their posture.

"Ah yes, (y/n). The rising star from the Seventh Choir," he said, voice smooth but commanding. "Promising reports. Exceptional discipline. Minimal mistakes."

He stepped forward slowly, hands clasped behind his back. "I’ve been watching your progress."

You swallowed lightly, not out of fear, but respect. Archangel Michael wasn’t just powerful, he was perfection incarnate—the standard all others were measured against.

"Now I have a task for you, one that requires both precision and...diplomacy." A rare flicker of amusement passed through his gaze as it traveled over you, not in a perverted way, but almost as if he was sizing you up. 

"I need you to deliver an official summons to someone who has been…less than cooperative in attending Council matters." He held out a sealed scroll marked with celestial sigils glowing faintly blue.

"To whom?" You asked carefully, but out of pure politeness and nothing else. You were damn good at your job, one summon would be no problem for someone of your talents. But from the sounds of it, it seemed like it would sure help you with a promotion.

Michael lips twitched in a mimic of a quirk, but unfortunately for you, you were too busy reading the scroll to catch it. 

"Lucifer Morningstar."

Your smile instantly dropped at that, and it stayed dropped even as Micheal escorted you—it was more of him just pushing you really—out of his office.

It's not that you didn't like Lucifer Morningstar. You didn't know the angel. But oh, did you definitely hear of him. The great and powerful Archangel held the same amount of respect as Micheal, if not even more. Yet, they were rumored to be complete opposites. 

One seemed to have and had continued to give everything in his angelic being just to gain approval. 

While the other, seemed to receive said approval without needing to do much besides exist.

Lucifer was obviously the latter, yet word on the celestial streets didn't stop at his ingenuity. 

He definitely had a reputation of being quite the troublemaker, not to mention a womanizer. All that didn't concern you though, your main obstacle—and apparently that same one reason why a lot of summoners handed in their resignation after being trusted with this task—was that Lucifer was avoidant.

Yes, he was brilliant at his job, he just had a hard time when it came to actually being present at the job.

Which is why you were currently pacing back and forth in the garden of Eden, trying to think of a way to approach the Morningstar in the most appropriate manner.

You knew that you had to go about this carefully and strategically. Sure you were quite charismatic yourself, your discipline when it came to your work along with your incredible talent of persuasion was what got you to rise through heaven's competitive ranks in the first place.

But Lucifer Morningstar could probably care less about any of that. A couple conversations with a few of your fellow summoners who were previously assigned to him would tell you that much. He wouldn't even bother looking at them. A simple but dismissive wave of his hand would be sufficient to send them scurrying away. And for the more persistent ones, a flap of his large, majestic wings would get the job done.

So you had to take some time to think this through. You actually had exactly an hour and 21 minutes to think it through. It seemed like god had much funnier plans for you though. Because before you can hatch up a full blown 200 pages binder proof plan.

A large portal opened up right above your head, and a pair of the large and quite distinctive pair of wings come into your view—way before their scheduled arrival. The sight made your eyes widen in slight panic.

THUD.

You barely had time to step back before the figure dropped gracefully from the portal, landing in a crouch right in front of you with feathers shimmering gold and silver under Eden’s eternal glow.

He straightened slowly. Dressed in elegant white robes laced with gold thread, his blond hair falling perfectly around his face like he’d been styled by angels themselves—which, well...he probably had. The top hat perched on his head might've seemed a little tacky, but you thought it worked well. He wasn't too tall, taller than you sure but he's probably considered as average.

Yet, despite his seemingly smaller stature, he felt big. Big in his energy. It felt magnetic. The command and confidence were obvious in his posture. 

And as high as your nerves were, you chose not to be intimidated by him. But then, he looked up and your breath got caught in your throat. Especially as a pair of beautiful blueish-golden eyes met yours. You saw a hint of surprise of his own in them before it quickly melted away. Turning into something else that you didn't have the time to over analyze.

"Well," Lucifer drawled, his voice beautiful and steady, confusing you from how it made you calm and slightly anxious at the same time. "this is either the best surprise of my day…or the worst."

Unbeknownst to you, Lucifer was almost mirroring your own thought process, but with less overthinking. He tilted his head at you, amused and....quite enthralled if he was honest. He took a second to take you in. How....beautiful you are, to be exact.

With your white gown, literally draped around your curves, just enough to cover the essentials. Your dark curls lush and long as they fell down your back, and Lucifer just had the urge to run his fingers through them.

Then your face, he didn't stare for long, not wanting to come off as a creep. But he stared long enough to notice the pretty freckles and blemishes that adorned your cheeks. Your lips all plush and soft looking. All those stunning features weren't what got him though, it was your eyes. He didn't know what it was, they just pulled him in, in a way that was very unfamiliar to the prideful angel.

"You’re not Michael." He finally broke his sudden silence. With a statement, not a question.

You swallowed thickly, feeling a little small under his weighty gaze. You could see how his eyes ran over your features, your body, even your wings and it all made you feel so....insecure. Again, you would never show it. You cleared your throat lightly and stepped forward, your hands moving behind your back politely but you still held your head up high. Something that Lucifer took a mental note of.

"No, sir. Sir Micheal sent me here to deliver an official summon for you. In regard to you attending the next council meeting." Despite your nervousness, your voice was steady and your words were clear. But Lucifer was barely paying attention. His brain only focused on how delightfully surprised he was by the sound of your voice. Not too high, but not too low either. It was a perfect middle, so smooth and melodic, he almost wondered—a little narcissistically so—if that's how he himself sounded like to other people.

Lucifer's eyes flicked slowly up and down your form as you spoke. Despite the slight nerves you were clearly feeling, you were a picture of composure.  He'd been expecting a stuttering, blushing mess, the usual image he saw after every summon. 

He wasn't quite sure what to make of you, other than the fact that your presence was far more interesting than he first thought. So he smirked, slowly, intriguingly. He took a single step closer, wings folding neatly behind him as he let his gaze linger on your face just a second longer than appropriate, unable to help himself.

"An official summons?" He repeated, his eyes darting down to the rolled up scroll held in your hands. "How very...formal of you."

Your eyes subtly narrowed at that, not sure why he'd make such an obvious observation. He reached out—not for the scroll yet—but to gently lift one of your dark curls between two fingers, tug at it before watching it spring back when he let go.

"And here I was hoping Michael had finally come himself to drag me back into that stuffy hall." His eyes flicked up to meet yours again, "But instead... he sends an angel so breathtakingly lovely that I almost forget how much I hate bureaucracy."

You blinked at him, caught off guard and finally...just a little outwardly flustered. And you can tell that he caught it too. Because he smiled lightly, but so handsomely that you felt your stupidly inappropriate heart flutter.

"But as gorgeous as you are..." He trailed off as he started to sort of circle you, before he stopped and leaned down to look at you right in the face. "And I do mean that..."

He stopped again for a moment, letting the words linger in the air to make sure you heard them, before he could add breathlessly. "Quite enchanting really."

Oh....Well, now your heart was really not being subtle.

"I won't be going to the council meeting."

You were already preparing a series of poems and angelic scriptures to shout out at the lord, from how happy you were that he said- 

Wait-

"What?"

It was as if a bucket of ice water had just been dumped over your head as you snapped out of trance. Your question was asked in a slight daze, but Lucifer was already flashing you a cheeky grin. Turning his back to you so he could walk away while singing out, "You heard me, darling~" 

Now, you were really snapping out of it because there was no fucking way-

"No, wait! You can't just- refuse a summon ???" You started half shouting as you tried to control your frustration while you pretty much chased after him.

Lucifer glanced over his shoulder at you, raising one perfectly arched eyebrow. He could hear the annoyance in your voice, could see it in your face and it entertained him just as much as it charmed him a little. It seemed as though he definitely hit a sore spot, and it was adorable. Actually, you were adorable.

"You know it's not the first time I've refused one of their lovely little summons~" He drawled, his voice smooth and playful, sort of irritating you now. "I'm sure the Council can survive without seeing my charming face for one more meeting."

You huffed out in frustration at his answer, trying to keep up with his surprisingly long strides. You almost tripped up on a random twine in the grassy ground but you still managed to yell out sassily, "I'm sure if that was the case, they wouldn't have bothered calling for you again, sir!"

You thought that would make him stop, and he did, but it was just for a split moment to look back at you with an amused expression. Then he went back on his way with a chuckle, one that only annoyed you further.

"Sir- Mr. Morningstar-" You gasped out softly, stopping in the middle each time to blow your messy curls away from your face, your hands too busy holding up your stupidly long dress.

"Would you just stop and talk to me?! You can't just ignore an official summon, that's not how it works and you're an archangel for heaven's sake!!" 

You were borderline yelling at the man now. Long gone the carefully crafted, calm and poised facade you had on display earlier. Letting your true, fiery and short fused persona shine through—despite your wishes.

Lucifer stopped dead in his tracks this time. For a second, he simply stood there, completely bewildered. You'd already left him speechless with that stunning appearance of yours, but now...he was speechless for a completely different reason. Watching that fire ignite in your eyes, the way your face twisted in annoyance, listening to the the way you were practically yelling at him...

He didn't know how to describe it, he just couldn't find a single word for the storm of thoughts and emotions that started raging within him.

...and he loved every second of it.

So very slowly, he finally turned around, wings giving a single, soft flare behind him as the breeze picked up through Eden’s garden. The golden light caught in his hair, in his eyes, and for the first time since you'd met him, he looked at you. Really looked at you. Not with amusement or flirtation, but real interest. Then a smile, smaller now, more genuine, catching you off guard.

"You're feisty," He murmured, stepping back toward you until there were only a few inches between you. "I like that."

Your brows scrunched up at that as you gave him a half offended, half flustered look. But before you could even snap back at him-

"Most of the angels that Micheal sends just bow their heads and walk away when I say no."  He tilted his head slightly, "You didn’t."

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest defiantly at that, "Well, all those other angels either got fired or demoted. And I will not be subject to either of those things."

That same clear and almost formal tone you used before was now back, making one of his brows shoot up—still finding humor in this situation. That was before he heard the next words you muttered under your breath, "Especially not for someone like you..."

His head tilted even more in curiosity as a small grin curled his lips. Clearly he had heard that last part. Surprisingly, he wasn't offended, on the contrary, his grin only widened when he saw you realizing not only what you just said, but that he also heard it. Causing tips of your ears to instantly turn into a beautiful shade of pink. He couldn't help it, he took another step closer, eyes fixed on your face intently.

"Someone like me?" He echoed softly, the smile in his voice almost infuriatingly smug. "You make it sound like a bad thing."

You cleared your throat a little as you glanced to the side awkwardly, not expecting him to have heard that. And yet, you refused to back down. 

"Well, it is certainly not a good thing." You quipped back sassily, before you could even think it through really. Which was why when you realized what you were doing, you added a very quick and very quiet, "....sir."

Lucifer let out a low, rich laugh—so sudden and full that a few birds took flight from the nearby trees. He loved the way you were talking back to him, not intimidated or shy….just bold and defiant. 

It was all so very amusing to him. But it wasn't just amusing, it was something else as well. He just couldn't really put his finger on it right now.

"Oh..." He drawled out as he slowly started to calm down from his laughter, "You're really something else, little darling~"

You were really not that fond of all those pet names he was using, they seemed so condescendingly annoying.

"Exactly so." You sassed back, ironically sounding as prideful as him, "Which is precisely why, I will not be bullied into submission by you, sir. And I am urging you to accept the summons and attend the meeting."

You tried to sound as firm as possible. Despite a part of you realizing that this whole play you were currently trying to put on was now in the shit because of how oddly chaotic this whole interaction had been.

Lucifer took the scroll from your hand—finally, you thought—but instead of reading it or tucking it away, he simply held it between his fingers, twirling it slowly like a baton as he stepped impossibly closer. So close now that you could feel the warmth radiating off him, could see the faint gold flecks in his eyes that shimmered like stars caught in a storm.

"'Bullied into submission', hmm?" Lucifer scoffs out with a snort, "I don't think there's anyone in this realm that can make you submit, sweets."

You were about to talk back to him again, despite the fact that you didn't necessarily disagree with his words, but you still felt offended for some reason. Though, he didn't give you a chance, "I just find it fascinating," 

He continued, finally taking a step back from you, just a small one. "...that out of all the perfect little angels that perfect little Micheal could've sent...he sends you."  

"A firecracker wrapped in grace. All rules and discipline on the outside...but with a bite underneath." His lips curled into thoughtful quirk, his head turning to the side as he shifted his gaze away from you and moved it towards the clear sky. 

"I guess my brother can be creative."

You weren't able to catch that from how low he mumbled it under his breath, but you stayed quiet and watched as he took in a deep, slightly contemplative breath.

"I'll go."

You clicked your tongue in irritation—head jerking to the side with a huff before you yelled again, "I already told you, you can't just-"

Suddenly, you stopped in your tracks and turned to look at him again, your eyes wide and mouth agape. "Wait- did you just say that...you'll go?" 

You asked him softly but he could see your flushed cheeks twitching a little, as if you were holding in a smile. Lucifer grinned, slow and knowing—like he’d just won something far more valuable than a petty argument.

"I did~" he purred with a playful look on his face as he twisted the scroll playfully between his fingers. "But not because Michael ordered it."

He started to step closer to you again, so near this time that his breath ghosted over your lips. Then he lowered his voice to a hush meant only for your ears, "I’ll go… because you asked me to."

A beat of silence passed between the two of you at that. The garden around you seemed to still, the breeze growing gentler and the light warmer as those words settled in your chest like a spark catching flame.

And then, despite yourself you felt it, the corner of your mouth twitching upward. Just slightly. Just enough. Just for a second before you dropped it again, but Lucifer could still see the mix of happiness and satisfaction in your eyes.

You chewed on the inside of your cheek lightly, letting a few more moments pass, "Very well. I'll inform Sir archangel Micheal that you will be of attendance." 

You said calmly with the same straight face and turned away to open up a portal with your hand. But before you could step in, you added, almost...playfully?

"And I hope you won't embarrass me, Morningstar~" 

Oh....Well, his heart definitely did a flip at that. 

The way you said his name, the way it sounded from your lips, with your sweet voice. He almost wished he could listen to it every second of every day.But then he realized something as you started to walk away, he never got your name. Just as you were about to step through the portal, his voice stopped you, it was smooth, and laced with that unmistakable charm, "Wait."

You turned back just slightly. The golden light of Eden catching in your hair like fire caught in silk. He took a single step forward, eyes locked on yours. "I never got your name."  

It wasn't a demand. Not even really a question. Just a request, a soft and genuine request. And for the first time since he’d dropped out of the sky like the show-off he is, there wasn't a playful glint in his expression.

You hesitated for just a heartbeat, not sure if the rules permitted you to give him your name or not. Heaven had a lot of rules that needed to be followed after all, even without knowing exactly why.

But then you thought about it for a second, and decided that...maybe it didn't matter if it was against the rules or not. You wanted to do it. So you gave him one small smile, the kind that made his chest tighten without his permission.

"It's (y/n)." Your voice was a lot softer now, a little sweeter almost, "Till next time, Morningstar~"

Lucifer repeated your name in a near whisper, rolling it around in his mind like a fine wine on the tongue, wanting to commit it to his memory. And as you turned away and finally walked into the portal, slowly slipping out of his sight, he could feel his heartbeat speed up, just a bit from the disappointment.

"Until next time, (y/n)" He echoed softly, oddly enough, wanting nothing more than for that day to come.

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

It was exactly a year later when you and Lucifer met again. 

Since the both of you ran in different work circles in heaven, running into each other wasn't expected, especially since Lucifer was in a much higher position than you were. Although it seemed like a promotion wasn't that far ahead for you. Especially since Lucifer, for the first time in decades, had actually attended the council meeting.

Turns out, he was a man of his words after all.

And Micheal was more than satisfied with your work—he was actually super impressed and slightly in disbelief but his nonchalant persona would never show that—and that is how you were once more tasked with summoning Sir Lucifer Morningstar. Along with other high-ranking angels of course, but they aren't nearly as important....or handsome.

You were in your chambers now, getting ready to go summon the troublesome angel that hadn't left your thoughts for quite some time. You weren't sure why you were tidying up your hair right now, adding some thin braids and some flowers.

Or why you were using some crushed berries to add a little flush to your cheeks and a tint to your lips. Or why you even bought a perfume specially made with peonies and white musk, that had a price tag way above your usual budget.

It was all very strange indeed. 

But you decided to push those thoughts aside as you stood there, waiting in the garden of Eden that Lucifer frequented often. The one where you two met for the first time a year ago. The garden was just as beautiful as you remembered. The breeze was warm and gentle, carrying the sweet scent of blossoms through the air, but even that couldn't calm your nerves.

You kept glancing behind you and fidgeting with one of your braids. Trying to keep yourself distracted from the thoughts that were rushing through your head. 

Like what if he didn't show up? Or worse...what if he did? Actually, every scenario you could think of, that doesn't consist of a divine lightning striking your head and killing you, sounded equally terrible. Then, without warning, a familiar voice broke through the silence behind you.

"Well, well, well...I thought a smart girl like you would've been promoted by now."  Lucifer said, his tone low and laced with amusement.

You felt your heartbeat pick up a bit at the sound of his words, but you kept your cool as you turned around. Giving him a small, pretty smile. A genuine one.

"I did get promoted. Getting someone of your caliber and of your....tendencies, to attend a council session after so many decades, is no little feat." You said to him softly and a little playfully as you took the first step towards him. 

He chuckled, the sound deep and melodious, "You make it sound like I have a track record of being completely insufferable."

Even as he spoke, you could see his gaze drifting over you, taking you in. The small braids in your hair, the subtle flush in your cheeks, the flower placed behind your ear. All the small details that you'd put time and thought into, without even realizing it yourself.

"And those words are surely not mine, Lucifer." You teased but all Lucifer could focus on was the fact that you said his name, his actual first name this time.

He thought that in the past year, he would've gotten over you by now. Especially since, to his great misfortune, he never got to see you again, but that was obviously not the case. "I thought that you were going to be at that meeting."

His words caught you off guard a little, as it almost sounded like he was sad that you weren't there. 

"I assumed you knew that I am not of a high enough grade to attend the celestial council sessions." You explained to him gently and Lucifer only gave you a slow nod.

He had a strange look in his eyes as he continued to study you. Like he was seeing you again for the first time, like he was memorizing every little detail of your face, your hair, your skin, your body. It should have felt unnerving, almost...invasive or at the very least nerve racking like the first time he did that. And yet it didn't.

"Of course I knew that." He murmured, watching you intently, "But I would've still preferred to see you there."

Your playful demeanor dropped for a moment as you processed his words. It wasn't his words that surprised you though, it was their delivery. They just sounded so....sincere.

You being you though, made you unable to give back a response that had actual substance or value. And instead, all you could murmur out was, "Maybe you should give me a recommendation then." 

And Lucifer chuckled at that, happy that you were still as bold as that first time he met you.

"Maybe I will." He replied gently but you quickly shook your head.

"No, don't do that actually. I don't need a man's help to advance in my career." 

You were being half playful and half serious but all Lucifer could do was throw his head back as a laugh rippled out of him at the way you kept going back and forth with your words. The sight made you give him an offended look but a smile of your own was starting to bloom on your pretty face, "You're laughing way too hard now."

Lucifer shook his head at that, still recovering from his laughter, and even though he was trying to contain his smile, it simply wouldn't go away.

"I'm laughing because you're funny, darling." He teased, and your half offended, half amused expression only seemed to make him want to laugh more. "I respect that, though. You're an independent woman. I like it..."

His gaze traveled along the lines of your body again, this time more openly, without as much pretense. "...it's very enticing." 

The subtle, rosy tint in your cheeks, the way your clothes hugged your figure, the way the sunlight seemed to catch in your hair and your skin…he could only sigh as he felt the heat buildup inside of him.

The urge to just get closer, to touch and feel you in all the ways he couldn't do so a year ago was almost overwhelming. He didn't know what was wrong with him. It wasn't like he didn't have both women and men falling to his feet begging for his attention and affection, so why was he so enthralled by you ?

You could see his eyes on you. You could feel them even, they didn't make you uncomfortable but they made you feel some other emotions that you weren't really ready to confront.

"Well, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself. Because I do hate to be the bearer of bad news..." You trailed off softly, watching as he tilted his head to the side in wonder and confusion. Before he saw you pull out a scroll from behind your back. "You've been summoned once more, sir Lucifer Morningstar." 

Your tone was playfully formal as you handed him the scroll, which he surprisingly took without much of a hassle. The man was trying extremely hard, yet failing miserably not to look disappointed by putting on his usual smug smile. 

He'd been trying to think of ways he could keep you here, just a little bit longer. But it seemed like whatever plans he had would have to wait for another time. He gave a heavy, theatrical sigh as he took the scroll from you, his eyes meeting yours as he quipped sarcastically, "You're really going to make me go…?" 

You could see the disappointment in his eyes and you hoped that he wouldn't notice how it mirrored the one in yours. You crinkled your nose at him cheekily as you replied, "I'm afraid it's your job to go, darling~"

In your effort to match his sarcasm, you failed to notice how the nickname slipped out of you so easily. As if you've been calling him that for centuries. At least you would've failed to notice it, if it wasn't for the look of surprise that came over his face. Before it transformed into something else.

"Say that again?" He tried to slip it by you, but you had already caught on. And for some very obvious reason, you were enjoying having the upper hand this time.

"No."

At your simple answer and teasing smile, Lucifer couldn't help but grin handsomely, look to the side, push his tongue against the inside of his cheek in a mix of irritation and embarrassment at having been caught.

"You got me. It was worth a try though." He was smoothly able to save himself. And it made you laugh for the first time in front of him. Actually laugh.

Like a full on giggle, with your head tilting down, and your dimples coming out. And Lucifer could swear he heard the birds sing when they heard the melodic sound of your happiness.

He was silent for a moment, just watching you—really watching you—as if he’d only now begun to see the whole picture. Not just your beauty, not just your fire, but the little things. The way your nose crinkled when you laughed. How your eyes softened at the edges. 

Lucifer had heard countless voices across the realms: angels singing in perfect harmony, sirens weaving spells with their tones…but none of it compared to this. To you. To that single, unrestrained giggle that felt like sunlight breaking through storm clouds.

In a second, he was completely disarmed. Looking like a complete idiot as he stood there, mesmerized.

And then something happened that neither of you saw, that no one physically can see but the god responsible for it all.

A gold shimmer like film went over Lucifer's eyes before it was gone in a flash.

A sign. 

A sign of something that bloomed to life inside the angel's heart.

"Ohhh...you're very funny, Morningstar~" Your breathless words that slipped out of you once you calmed down from your amusement snapped Lucifer back to reality.

He had a feeling that he looked like a complete fool for staring at you with such open fascination and, dare anyone say, adoration. But he quickly recovered.

His grin returned, his expression going back to the usual playfulness that you were starting to get familiar with. "I try my best, darling. You make it easy." 

His response was smooth and suave, but there was an undercurrent of something new in his voice, almost sounding like fondness. The playfulness in your face sort of melted away into something else, when you saw the look on his own face. You couldn't quite place it, you were usually great at reading people, but you couldn't tell what the archangel in front of you was thinking.

Your heart could feel it though. But once again, you weren't ready to admit that. And you definitely didn't know how to respond to his smooth words. All you could do was bite the inside of your cheek lightly, to try and hold in your smile. "Well, Lucifer....I'm glad I'm making something easy for you, considering the nature of my presence here." 

Your voice was like a gentle breeze as it reached Lucifer's ears. His breath got caught in his chest at the way you said his name again. Not "sir Lucifer" not "Morningstar." Just...Lucifer.

You said it like you had every right to claim it. Like you'd been saying it forever. His eyes darkened a shade, as he took a slow step forward, naturally closing the distance between you without even realizing he’d moved.

"Your presence? Funny…I was just thinking how easy it is to forget I’m supposed to hate these summons when they've been bringing me you." The air between you shifted as it charged itself with something unspoken. The garden around you felt suddenly too quiet as well, like the world was holding its breath.

"And for the record…" he added, leaning in just enough that his voice became a whisper meant only for your ears, "...nothing about you feels like a chore."

You stifled a soft gasp at the feeling of his warm breath hitting your ear. Your heart racing in your chest. Yet, you held it together. With grace, calmness, and an air of confidence that Lucifer felt surpassed his own. Slowly, you turned your head to the side, until your faces were a breath apart.

"Maybe I should make it a little harder for you then..." Your soft whisper caught the prideful man off guard, and you saw it too.

Before he could get the chance to do anything though, you stepped back. Opened up a portal and turned around but before you could step in, you looked back at him once more and added, "Oh~ and by the way, this will be the last time you'll have me come to you." 

His eyes widened a little, making you smile a little in amusement before you continued, "I wasn't lying when I told you that I didn't need anyone's help to rise through the ranks. I've already been promoted." 

You could see his expression change at that, he almost seemed a little proud of you in a way. But he was also smart enough to understand what that implied, "I'm assuming that you'll no longer be in charge of summoning me, correct?"

He asked softly and curiously, wanting to seem indifferent again, but there was a certain disappointment in his tone. You just smiled gently in return, tilting your head to the side in that cute way that he'd already grown to adore.

"Unfortunately not." You said with a small, sad sigh of your own. Then you glanced back up at him, smiling a little to yourself when you saw the way he looked down at the ground, all dejected.

"But....I'm sure that someone of your caliber will have a way of finding me~" 

His golden eyes moved back to you, a certain sparkle came over them, replacing the sad look that was previously there.

"...If you want to, of course." Your little bold act dropped with that, exposing a more vulnerable side of you, one that mirrored Lucifer's.

He leaned back slightly, his wings giving a small, unconscious flare behind him as he processed your words. The wind picked up just then, rustling the trees and sending a few petals spiraling between you two like tiny messengers of fate.

His expression turned warmer, a quiet sense of wonder filling both his mind and his heart, like he’d just been handed a second chance that he didn't know he wanted.

"You're right," He said gently, voice low but sure as he promised, "I will find you."  

Your smile widened, feeling your heart tighten in a mix of fluttery and anticipation at what's to come. "I'll be waiting."

Lucifer could feel his breath catch in his throat, his hands closing into fists behind his back, as if doing a silent 'yes!!' to himself.

"I...hope we meet again soon." He said quietly, his eyes still on you.

"That'll depend on you....darling~" 

Lucifer's face brightened and his smile widened. You repeated it again. Oh, he adored it. He wanted to hear you call him that again and again and again. He was so caught up in that thought, that he didn't see you leave. And only watched as the light shimmered behind you while the portal began to close. 

But just before it did, a single golden feather drifted down from above. Landing gently where your foot had been moments ago. He looked at it for a heartbeat…then smiled to himself as he reached down and picked it up. He held the golden feather between his fingers, turning it slowly in the light as if it might reveal some secret message to him. 

And for Lucifer Morningstar—the most prideful of them all—it wasn’t pride that made him tuck that feather into his coat over his heart, but something different.

Something he wouldn’t name just yet…but would one day call love.

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

The Grand Archives of Eden were silent, save for the soft rustle of pages and the distant hum of celestial energy pulsing through the ancient scrolls. 

Towering shelves stretched into infinity, lit by floating orbs of golden candlelight filled the grounds. With rows upon endless rows of glowing scrolls and ancient tomes floating in the air like fireflies, each holding secrets of the cosmos. While hymns hummed through the pillars of light that stretched from floor to ceiling. Only the most trusted angels were allowed access here.

Which was why you were standing near one of the higher balconies, flipping through a heavy celestial ledger with focused eyes and full concentration, the dedication to your task hard to miss.

You'd been waiting for a few months now with no sign of Lucifer. One would think that the great and favored archangel would've found you by now. But unfortunately for him, you had made the task especially difficult.

It wasn't for a malicious reason really, you just weren't one to make it easy on a man you were interested in. Especially when the man in question is one of such stature and such character. You just wanted him to chase you around a bit. Play a little hard to get.

You did think you had a few more months though, because you thought you were good at hiding. Turns out he's better.

Suddenly the air shifted around you, or rather...it stilled. Your heart could sense his presence. And yet, you didn't look up from your book. Not even when you heard the quiet lean of a body against one of the pillars beside you.

"Well now." That voice again, smooth as silk, and as calming as the wind to your ears. "If it isn't my favorite summoner."

You didn't look up at first, pretending to be engrossed in your work, but your fingers paused slightly on the page.

"You mean former summoner." You corrected softly, still not turning around as you added, "Took you long enough."

You heard him chuckle lowly before he stepped closer, near enough that his sleeve brushed yours, near enough that you could catch his scent, warm and golden like sunlight hitting freshly fallen snow.

Lucifer then tilted his head, his eyes roaming over your expression, the subtle shift in your gaze. Your cold-shoulder didn't phase him. He knew your game. He could see you trying to act like his presence didn't set your heartbeat off. But he could easily tell that the corners of your mouth twitched, trying to hold in a smile that you so obviously tried to suppress.

"You've made it difficult."

Your smile broke out at those gentle words, and you closed your book before finally looking up at him. But you only took less than a fleeting moment to take him in.

His blonde hair nicely combed, his usual top hat was missing but you can't say that you minded it. His robes were different from the ones you've seen him wear in the past two times you've met, almost as if he made sure to wear the more fancy ones for the occasion.

His eyes, still gentle but the air of playfulness and mischief was still present. And his smile...Now that one got you. It wasn't the usual smirk he gave you when you'd go back and forth. Or the arrogant one you'd heard he gave to almost everyone else. It was a true smile, sweet and almost nostalgic looking. One that was so...so very handsome too.

"You've noticed." Your response came almost as fast as his own sentence came out of his mouth. Not giving him a clue about your inner thoughts, not yet at least.

He had to fight a laugh of fondness and amusement at your stubbornness, at the way you were still pretending to not be as happy to see him as he was to see you. He loved it, he loved how challenging you were making things for him.

Lucifer let his eyes roam idly over your form, taking in every detail. You looked just as gorgeous as he remembered you. Soft and pretty and so so sweet. He had missed you.

"Of course I have, darling." He said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders, all casual.

You could feel the way his eyes ran over you, as usual, and you almost wished that you had put a little more effort while getting ready for the day, but you didn't expect him to find you so fast. You only crinkled your nose back at him as you gave him a playfully sarcastic nod and a hum. Your actions making him laugh a little.

"Hi, Lucifer~" 

You finally said while putting away the ledger you were going over. Greeting him properly for the first time since he appeared just now, and for the first time in months. He watched you, his heart squeezing tightly in his chest. You were just as captivating as he remembered. More even.

"Hi, (y/n)" His voice was soft and tender, his usual teasing tone gone for just this moment. He was so happy to see you again, to hear you say his name.

The Archives were quiet around you two, the floating scrolls and glowing orbs casting soft golden light onto your faces. For a moment, neither of you spoke—just stood there, letting the silence settle between you, oddly comfortable and familiar. But he decided to break it first.

"You look lovely." You heard him say, his voice gentle and his words genuine.

You properly looked at him now, locking your eyes with his and for the first time today, he caught you getting a little flustered, just ever so slightly.

"Thank you." Your voice was a lot softer than you wanted it to be, almost a whisper. But it was okay, Lucifer had perfectly heard it. Both of you seemed to be at a loss for words. The air between the two of you wasn't uncomfortable but it was filled with tension that neither of you addressed.

You promptly took a hold of the cart full of books and ledgers that was in front of you, then turning it around to start pushing it. Lucifer quickly took the hint and started to walk alongside you.

"I heard you've been giving your new summoner a hard time." You decide to break the silence this time, wanting to melt the ice a bit. 

All while looking at the shelves to start organizing the ledgers in your cart. Pretending that you weren't also trying to nose around and find out his opinion of your replacement.

Lucifer fell into step beside you, taking in the sight of your small frame struggling to push the heavy cart full of books. He had to fight the urge to reach out and take the cart away from you, knowing it would be pointless to even suggest it when you were this stubborn. He would've probably ended up offending you if he tried to help.

He just chuckled softly, a small smile breaking across his face. He had no qualms about being difficult on purpose. "Guilty as charged, darling. She's no fun."

You turned your head to glance at him with a raised brow before going back to your task.

"No fun?" you wondered while raising your arm to place a ledger in its correct place on one of the shelves.

His eyes lingered on you, on the way the fabric of your dress hugged your body, the way your hair fell around your face. He'd missed this. The lighthearted banter, it just seemed so easy with you.

He leaned into the cart, disrupting its movement while standing a little closer to you to continue on, "She doesn't have your wit."

Lucifer said bluntly. No point in lying or sugarcoating anything. Something told him you'd see right through it anyway. You suppressed a small smile when you heard that, was it obvious that you were happy about his dislike for his new summoner ?

You turned your back to him as you took a few more ledgers and books in your arms and started to organize them, "Yeah...she's a great girl but the poor little one can't take a joke for the life of her." 

He hummed back in agreement from behind you, "Still...don't give her such a hard time, Morningstar~" 

His name spilled from your lips beautifully, almost as if you were extending it on purpose. You probably weren't but the man was currently seeing you through rose colored hypothetical glasses.

While he was busy trying to calm his beating heart, you turned to look back at him and add, a little sweeter now, "For me, hm?" 

Again, he swears you did that on purpose. You had to know that it would drive him absolutely insane acting this way. The corners of his mouth quirked up into a smile. It was hard to tell whether you were just being kind or if you were really asking him a favor, but he'd play along anyway.

"For you." He agreed, his voice low and soft. Anything for you.

You glanced at him with a small smile, giving him a tiny window to your inner feelings. The next few minutes passed in silence, with Lucifer leaning his back against one of the shelves, watching you organize the different ledgers and books into their respective places.

He'd occasionally remove his gaze from you—with slight difficulty if he was honest—and move it around the different titles and categories. He kept doing that in an effort to distract himself and try to come up with something to say to you. 

Since unfortunately for him, all the things that he'd thought of and planned to say throughout these past couple of months that he'd spent looking for you, were completely gone from his head.

Then he heard a soft huff coming from your direction, diverting his attention back to you. You, who was currently on your tippy toes, stretching and straining to try and reach one of the higher shelves. You were about to fall back down onto your heels when you suddenly felt a presence behind you. With a broad chest now pressed up against your back and a warm hand on your small waist to steady you.

You held your breath—quite obviously—as Lucifer reached over you, took the ledger from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours so subtly that you almost didn't notice it, and placed it into its place. Okay, it’s over now, you can breathe. Was what you thought to yourself-

"Could've just asked for help." He whispered right next to your ear and your body tensed before relaxing again when he gave your waist a tiny squeeze.

"I'll ask for it next time." You tried to sound bold as you said that, but your whisper was shaky at best. But Lucifer didn't comment, only smiled to himself before pulling away, his hand on your waist being the last to leave. 

Your face was burning hot at this point, the air in this stupid library thickening for some reason as you continued pushing the stupid cart and shelving the stupid books.

Lucifer obviously noticed what you were doing and it made him feel very fucking smug but he played it cool, crossed his arms and continued watching you in content silence. But at some point, the two of you needed to say more than three words at a time, "Darling?"

You glanced back at him over your shoulder, a quiet "hmm?" slipping from your lips as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. Your fingers still held a worn out celestial ledger, but you'd slowed—like part of you already knew this moment was coming.

Lucifer pushed off the pillar he was leaning on and took a couple steps closer. Not enough to crowd you like he did earlier, but just enough to close the distance his heart had wanted closed for months.

"You said I could find you." His voice wasn't all deep and teasing like when he whispered earlier, just warmer, reminding you of how sunlight would shine through stained glass. "And I did."  

He tilted his head slightly, golden eyes moving over your side profile, silently urging you to look back at him, "...Does that mean I win?"

You stopped in your tracks right there, taking your time to place the last ledger where it belonged. Then you finally turned to him, both your hands staying behind your back as they held onto the bar of the cart, squeezing a little in nervousness.

"Win what?" You asked, your voice much softer than anticipated. You weren't sure where this was going. You weren't even sure if it could even go anywhere at all.

Lucifer took another step forward, closing the space between you until only a breath remained. Giving you a chance to really look at him in detail, the small stubble on his chin, how long his lashes were, how nice he smelled....maybe being this close wasn't that good of an idea.

The air around you hummed with something neither of you could name, it was soft and electric, like the brief instants before a storm breaks.

"Your attention." His voice was barely above a whisper now,  "Your time...maybe even..."  

He let the words hang in the silence between your heartbeats, but before he could part his lips to say his next words-

"(Y/N)!!!" 

The sound of your name being aggressively shouted, echoed through the halls of the ancient building. And you knew exactly who was calling for you. The voice of the very old keeper of this place that always brought shivers down your spine.

You turned to Lucifer with wide eyes, you couldn't be seen here with him. At least you....think ? you couldn't, you weren't particularly sure why though.

"Are you allowed to be here?!" You whispered yelled at him in slight panic while the keeper of the archives kept calling for you. The man was a little confused and your panic was sort of making him panic too.

"I am an archangel, of course I can be here." He whispered back to you with an offended tone, not understanding why you were freaking out.

"No! I mean, did you get the clearance to enter, today specifically?!" 

Ohh...now he understands why you were freaking out. The sight of his own eyes growing wide told you everything you needed.

He could see your eyebrows furrowing in frustration, your pretty face turning and your lips parting as if you wanted to cuss but your body wasn't allowing you to. But before he could think about it too hard, you had grabbed him and pulled him down to the floor.

You suddenly squatting down behind the cart full of books and ledgers almost caused you to stumble a bit, if it weren't for Lucifer's arm wrapping around your waist to hold you steady.

Your hearts were pounding in unison as you both crouched behind the cart, hidden from view. You could still hear the distant footsteps of the Keeper echoing through the vast archives, but all you could focus on was how close Lucifer was to you.

His arm still held around your waist, warm and firm. His breath ghosted over your ear. And his eyes golden and wide with a mix of amusement and panic as they locked onto yours in the dim candlelight. He had to bite back a laugh really, finding your panic almost endearing. "You little rebel." 

He mumbled, trying not to laugh. You slapped him in the shoulder gently and glared at him, not finding any of this funny.

"Shut up! Why wouldn't you get the security pass?!!" You asked with a low and urgent voice but he only gave you a faux innocent look and a shrug. Stifling another laugh while trying to keep his gaze serious. You were cute when you were mad.

Lucifer leaned in and shrugged again, his arm still wrapped around you as he kept their bodies hidden behind the cart. Taking a split second in the midst of the chaos to run his gaze over your pretty face.

"Forgot." He admitted very simply, with a small but cheeky smile. You glared at him again, your nose crinkling in slight frustration. Truly wanting to smack his head for being so careless.

"You 'forgot' ??!" You repeated it in disbelief but you could hear the sound of the keeper getting closer and her voice growing louder as she called for you.

"I swear, I'm going to murder you." You tried to sound menacing but Lucifer just found you so adorable that he dropped his head into your shoulder to stifle his laughter without thinking.

"Shhh~!!" You quickly scolded before you cleared your throat, ignoring the warmth spreading through your chest and pushed him away a bit to stand up.

"Yes, ma'am!! I'm right here~!" You called out to the keeper in your steadiest voice. All while standing with the cart in front of Lucifer's crouched body. The heavy footsteps paused and you held your breath nervously.

"...Are you alone, child?" The Keeper's voice came again—aged, sharp, and carrying the weight of centuries. "I sensed another presence. A powerful one."

You swallowed hard, eyes darting down to Lucifer for half a second. He just grinned up at you and gave you a quick, cheeky wink, as if this was a very funny situation. As if he wasn’t the reason you were currently breaking celestial protocol in one of Eden’s holiest libraries.

"No, ma'am," You said quickly, "just... talking to myself! Practicing incantations. Out loud. For...memory retention and all that."

Silence stretched between the shelves, long enough for your pulse to throb in your ears. Before she finally sighed, "Carry on. And do try not to disturb the resonance fields with your….dramatics."

"Yes, ma'am!!!" You gave her your most respectful nod as she finally glided away down another aisle.

Making you huff in relief, not noticing the way the elder angel smiled to herself a little while thinking about how ridiculous of you to think that she'd fall for such nonsense....or that she didn't see the blond head of hair peeking from behind you.

Only when her presence faded completely did you drop the act and turned to Lucifer to smack him square in the chest when he finally bursted out laughing. "You idiot!! You're gonna get me banished from the archives-" 

His giggling was cutting off your angry ranting. "Oh my good lord, that was hilarious~" 

You could see him wipe away a stray tear from his eye and you couldn't even believe how one could be so careless. And how someone so unbelievably reckless could make your stomach flutter with butterflies this way. You didn't have time to contemplate on it though, knowing that the keeper would probably come back again.

"Come on, we need to get you out of here! I know a side exit!!" You whispered yelled at him as you pulled him to get up. Before taking a hold of his larger and weirdly warmer hand. Have you already mentioned that his hands are warm?

Lucifer's laughter died down into a soft chuckle as you scolded him, his golden eyes twinkling with both mischief and amusement.  But he couldn't help but feel his heart squeeze a little at the way your small hand wrapped around his  tugged him upward.

You've never touched skin to skin before. The closest he'd gotten was when he helped you with the book earlier, or even just right now when he steadied you by the waist, still it was all over the clothes.

But this. This brought a shiver up his spine. He could feel the electricity burst through his body the second your hand held his. And he could feel himself growing greedy, wishing for more. He pushed those thoughts to the side and stumbled to his feet, still chuckling and slightly out of breath, "Alright, alright." 

He tried to pull a serious face, but his eyes betrayed him. Still sparkling with the thrill of the moment, "Lead the way, angel."

You didn’t hesitate—just tugged him forward, your fingers still locked with his as you led him through the labyrinth of glowing shelves. The archives were quieter now, the distant hymns and floating light orbs casting shifting patterns across your face.

Lucifer followed effortlessly, though he stayed just close behind you—close enough to feel the warmth radiating from your body, close enough to memorize the way your wings shifted with each step. He wasn’t even pretending not to stare anymore.

When you finally reached a narrow archway tucked between two ancient pillars—one that most angels overlooked because it looked like solid stone—you pressed both of your hands against it. A soft hum resonated through the air as golden and silver sigils flared to life beneath your touch, swirling like liquid gold before the wall silently peeled open down the middle.

Lucifer turned to you with a look of awe but you were in a hurry. Especially since you could hear the keeper calling for you again, making you sigh in irritation as you called back.

"Coming, ma'am~!!" With that, you looked at Lucifer again to pull your interlaced hands and push at his shoulder with your other one.

"Hurry and go now. The passage will lead you to the 7th level garden." You whispered urgently while pushing him out the door but he tightened his grip on your hand and pulled you close to him.

"What're you-?" 

"Go on a date with me." His hushed words felt like a bucket of ice water had been poured over your head.

And you stood there, eyes wide, mouth agape and silent for a few moments until the keeper called out for you again, "L...lucifer, you need to leave!!" 

He didn’t let go. His voice was low and steady with no prideful flair in it, only pure and quiet determination.

"Say yes first." His tone was urgent like he was offering his heart to you, knowing that you could crush it with a single word. "I’m not leaving until you do."  

Somewhere down the hall, the Keeper called your name again—louder this time—but all you could hear was the thunder of your own pulse in your ears.

"You’re impossible...." you whispered, "and...and I have rules to follow-"

"And I’ve waited months just to see you again..." He cut in softly, "so yeah… I’m impossible. But only for you."

Your lips parted to speak but he beat you to it once more, "If you don't want to, just say the word and I won't ever bother you again."

Your thoughts swirled with conflict, you were supposed to be professional. Disciplined.

You weren’t supposed to sneak archangels out through forbidden passages and definitely weren’t supposed to feel this kind of fluttering in your chest when one looked at you like he did.

"...You’re impossible." You whispered again, voice trembling but not with anger, with anticipation, with thrill that you had never felt before since your creation. 

"Fine. Yes, I'll go on a date with you." You finally relented, in a volume that wasn't as quiet as it should've been, but you didn't necessarily care at this point, "Now go before I lose my rank because of you!"  

Lucifer’s face lit up like dawn breaking over Eden, a grin so bright it made your breath hitch. “So worth it.”  

And with that, he pressed a quick kiss to your knuckles that made butterflies jump through your abdomen. Then he vanished into the hidden passage as the stone sealed shut behind him, leaving only warmth...and a promise hanging in the air between worlds.

Lucifer stood on the other side of the stone as it settled, his head spinning as adrenaline still flooded his system. His heart was fluttering—he had been so sure you'd reject him.

But you had said yes. You had said yes!!

That realization made him let out a quiet yell of excitement the moment he was alone, pumping his fist into the air and hopping up and down before he suddenly stopped, hands on his knees as he bent down, panting. 

What in all the realms was he going to do now?!

You stood on the other side of the stone wall with your back pressed against it. Chest pounding, face flushed in complete disbelief as you tried to comprehend what just happened.

Your head raced with so many thoughts, and yet a big, wide smile came over your lips. But then the Keeper called for you for what seemed like the hundredth time in the past five minutes, pulling you back to reality, “Child! If you don’t come here right this instant, I will drag you here myself-” 

"Yes, ma'am!!! I’m right here, I’m coming, sorry for the wait!!!!"

You sprinted down the aisle, your wings fluttering slightly with each panicked step, heart still racing—not from fear of the Keeper, but from what had just happened behind that hidden wall.

When you finally reached her, she stood tall and stern as ever—silver hair coiled in intricate braids, eyes sharp like shards of ice. She looked you up and down slowly, then sighed through her nose.

"Your aura’s flaring like a newborn star," She said flatly. "And your heart's racing so fast that it's disturbing the serenity of the space."  

You froze. Then your mouth opened, then it closed. No incantation was coming fast enough to your mind to talk your way out of this one. The keeper studied you for a long beat…then turned away with a small shake of her head, "Just don’t let it disrupt the archives again."  

And just like that, she walked off with a light shake of her head. Relief washed over you in an instant, your smile returning again as you chirped back.

"Understood, ma'am!!"

⊹˚₊‧꒰ა𓆩✧𓆪໒꒱ ‧₊˚⊹

Your next meeting was much sooner than you had anticipated. 

It was as if Lucifer swore that he wouldn't wait months again. A few days after that nerve-wracking situation in the archives, you received a letter sent by Lucifer, detailing the day and time of your first official date. Oddly enough, there wasn't a location written. Only a carefully taped container with a small, sleeping butterfly inside of it, one that seemed magically charged. 

Along with a small note that stated the following :

'Within this little vessel rests a creature of borrowed light. When you lift the lid, do not be startled, for she will not stray. Only circle you once to learn your light…before guiding you to mine.'

- Lucifer Morningstar.

After reading, you carefully peeled the jar and placed it on top of your bedside table. Before you took the letter and pressed it over your chest. Falling asleep with it with a smile on your face and anticipation inside your heart. 

You couldn't wait.

The day arrived like a secret the universe had been holding just for you. And you were up before the sunlight. You just couldn't sleep. Your mind kept replaying Lucifer's words, a smile breaking across your face every time you remembered them. 

The great and favored archangel who never gave a hint of interest or attention to anyone, asked you on a date. And you had said yes. What even.

Sunlight filtered through the high arches of your chamber as you stood before the mirror, adjusting the straps of your ivory colored dress. The way it draped over your curves mirrored the way water would fall over spring leaves. It was floor length, with a slit that came up to the middle of your thigh, the neckline dipping just enough to give away a peak of your cleavage. Attached to the shoulder straps was a delicate gold-threaded fabric to create a makeshift cape across your shoulders, one that shimmered faintly with celestial energy. 

The attire chosen not to impress…but because it made you feel beautiful. For him.

While you were busy tidying up your long curls and applying your perfume, you heard the sound of movement. The tiny glass jar trembled slightly on your nightstand. You turned around, heart skipping as the enchanted butterfly inside began to glow with a gentle pulse of gold and violet light, rhythmic like a heartbeat as it awakened from its rest. You quickly forgot what you were doing and hurried towards the jar before lifting the lid.

The creature emerged in a breath of light, no bigger than your palm, its wings painted with constellations that shifted as it hovered in place and if you weren't in a hurry, you could've probably spent hours staring and analyzing the intricate patterns. It circled around you once, then twice, studying your aura like it truly could see your soul before it finally stilled. And with a single twitch, it flew towards your door before stopping again, while you in turn moved towards it with no hesitation.

The butterfly led you through winding celestial pathways—down marble staircases woven with ivy, past courtyards where the first evening stars winked awake overhead. The air smelled of fresh rain and earth, sweet and cool against your skin as you followed the shimmering creature further from the heart of Eden. Soon, the manicured gardens gave way to wilder terrain—a sloping hill dotted with luminous flowers that pulsed like fireflies under the dusk light. And there, beyond the bend, a lake stretched before you, its surface so still it mirrored the daylight sky perfectly, blurring the line between heaven and water. 

And there, at the water’s edge, Lucifer stood waiting. His back was turned to you, his familiar silhouette framed by the fading light. He wore robes of deep gold this time, the fabric cascading like liquid over his broad shoulders, cinched at the waist with a belt of woven starlight. 

His wings—usually kept tucked away—were partially unfurled, the feathers catching the reflection of everything around them. The butterfly alighted on his outstretched finger as he turned, his smile slow but elated.

"Took you long enough."

You had taken in a shaky breath when you saw him. The nervousness that melted away from your body on the journey here was suddenly making its way back to you. But those words, those very familiar ones, they made you feel at ease. Made you drop your head with a breathless laugh as you echoed back.

"You've made it difficult."

His smile widened, happy that you caught that, but even happier at the knowledge that it wasn't only him who's been thinking about your last meeting. You took a few steps closer, watching silently as your companion on the way here dissolved into a shower of sparkles on his fingers.

"Hi, Lucifer~" 

His eyes sparkled at that. Yeah, he definitely had a thing for you saying his name.

"Hi, (y/n)."

He stepped closer, boots silent against the soft grass, until he was near enough that you could see the way the lantern light painted flecks of amber in his eyes. Near enough that if you reached out, your fingers would brush his chest. Instead of speaking, he simply offered his arm, a gentlemanly gesture that you felt suited him perfectly.

"Walk with me?" His voice was low and intimate, only meant for your ears. You were a bit taken aback if you were honest. The change in his demeanor caught you off guard. It's not like he was ever rude to you or anything. But he was usually very playful and a little cocky even, curtsy of him knowing how charming he is. So to see him acting that way, all calm and gentle, softer. It surprised you. In a good way.

You gave him a little smile and slowly, but with no hesitation, looped your arm into his. Your free hand moving to rest on the crook of his elbow.

Lucifer then started leading the two of you on a slow, meandering course along the lake shore. His steps were unhurried, long and easy, with you following effortlessly beside him. For a long moment, both of you stayed like that in comfortable silence, the only sound being that of the rippling water and the quiet rustle of the afternoon breeze through the treetops. Lucifer glanced down at the hand you had around his arm, his fingers itching to intertwine with yours.

Meanwhile, your head was turned away from him. Your eyes taking in the scenery, the air, even the slight tension between the two of you.

"I've never been to this part of the garden..." You broke the silence first and gave him a glance. Only to look away quickly when you realized that he had already been looking at you.

"It's beautiful...." You finally added, staring at the way the lake sparkled as the sun rays hit its waters.

All while Lucifer stared at you. His gaze fixed on your face, studying your features intently. It was a look of quiet adoration. One that could only be noticed through careful observation.

"It is beautiful."

Your cheeks warmed at his words—at the way he said them like he wasn’t talking about the lake at all. You turned your face away again, but not before he caught the small smile tugging at your lips. The silence stretched between you, soft and charged, as you both continued walking.

Eventually, the path led to a small clearing where a low table had been set up beside the water, laden with fruits, delicate pastries, and a carafe of what looked like liquid starlight—a celestial wine reserved for archangels.

Your jaw dropped at the sight of the little picnic setting he had going on. And you could almost feel yourself getting emotional but you reined it in. Not wanting to freak the man out on your first date. So you opted for a small gasp and a big, pretty smile.

Lucifer felt his heart squeezing and his adrenaline rushing at your reaction. His nerves now calming down a bit as he started to feel like he wasn't actually fucking this up. He played it cool though, and gestured to it with a tilt of his head, "Hungry?"

You crinkled your nose back in response, a habit of yours that he was already growing obsessed with. And he had the sudden urge to run his pointer finger along the curve of your nose.

"Have a seat."

Lucifer guided you to the spread with gentle insistence, his hand lingering on the small of your back as you settled onto the cushioned seating beside the low table. The gesture seemed casual, but the way his fingers trembled slightly against your dress betrayed him.

"Thank you." You said softly and politely as you took your seat, smoothing your dress while he took his seat. Not across from you, but right next to you, so that you can both look at the view....obviously.

He then filled two glasses with the glowing wine before passing one to you, his eyes never leaving you. You were stunning. The dress had been the right choice. The sunlight turned your skin into molten gold, and your eyes were bright as you took your seat and sipped from your glass. And he just couldn't help but comment softly, "You look gorgeous by the way."

You almost choked on your wine, your hand closed up into a fist in front of your mouth as you coughed and turned away from him. While he brought his own hand up to pat your back gently.

"I'm okay." You murmured softly before you placed your glass back on the table, before turning shyly to look at him, "Thank you..."

He almost looked like he wanted to laugh but he didn't want to embarrass you. Terrifyingly though, you didn't stop there, you just had to part your lips and add, "You look gorgeous too...."

He laughed—for obvious reasons—his head dropping, his eyes turning into moons as the melody of his chuckles filled the air.

"No, don't laugh... I meant it~" You added with a chuckle of your own. At that he just grinned and leaned back, eyes fixed intensely on you.

"I know you did." He replied in a tone that clearly said he knew you meant something else too. You rolled your eyes slightly, trying to hide the smile threatening to escape you. "Shut up."  

He chuckled again, unable to stop himself from admiring just how pretty you looked right now, sitting there with your dress and flushed cheeks and all.

You gave him one last glance before turning back to gaze at the lake. Leaning back against your palms a bit, your head tilting back slightly as you took in a big breath of the fresh air. The two of you stayed quiet for a couple more minutes, comfortable.

"Lucifer...?" 

"Hmm?"

"Why did you ask me on a date?" 

The question sounded simple but it held a lot of weight. As its answer would determine a lot of things for you. He felt his fingers twitch on the grass under it—like he wanted to reach out and take yours. To hold it tight, but he held back. 

"Well, isn't it obvious?" Lucifer's voice was still light-heartened, nonchalant even, despite knowing the question you'd asked had a deeper weight to it. "I wanted to spend time with you."

You tilted your head to side at his answer, but he only smiled back at the action, filing it away in that corner of his brain that stored every other little detail about you.

"I think I deserve a better answer than that." Your tone was playful but you weren't joking. Lucifer was almost taken aback by how direct you were, but more than anything, he appreciated it.

He exhaled softly, that sounded more like a quiet laugh. Then, he turned to face you fully this time, one arm resting along the back of your cushion, his golden eyes catching the last light of the sun as it dipped below the water.

"You’re right." He said, his voice lower now. "That isn’t good enough."

He paused, watching your face like he was memorizing every flicker of expression, "The first time you came to summon me, I acted like a fool...as usual." You stifled a little laugh at that, but kept quiet so he could continue, "I spread my wings, wide and prideful to show off, trying to scare you away like I had done to every single summoner who came. But you weren't scared."

You saw him look at the view, almost thoughtfully as he remembered., "You talked back to me, all sassily. You got me to go to that stupid council assembly after years of not doing so."

"They probably couldn't believe themselves." You mumbled playfully, making him nod in agreement. "Oh for sure~"

He watched you giggle once more with a sweet look. "After that, I couldn't stop thinking about you. I was almost starting to wish that they'd have another assembly sooner so that I'd see you again."

He was the one looking down shyly, feeling embarrassed by his own confession. "Broke my heart when I saw you the second time and you said that you weren't going to be the one summoning me anymore." 

You smiled gently, body turning a little bit more towards him, giving him your full attention.

"But then you gave me a chance, you told me to come find you, and I did....Though you made it hard~" He leaned in to bump your shoulder gently, making you smile bashfully. 

"After that day in the archives...I realized that the small glimpses I got of you every few months weren't enough. I wanted more."  He trailed off, taking a second to look at you again before his hand moved up to gently tuck your hair behind your ear. "I needed more."

His fingers lingered by your jaw a second too long before he pulled back like he’d caught himself doing something forbidden.

"And that’s why I’m here," He reverently said, "Why I sneaked into Eden’s archives like some thief just to see you again...Why I spent days planning this ridiculous little picnic by the lake."

He glanced at the spread—the wine, the food, the carefully placed lanterns—as if he was taking in all his efforts for the first time."I wanted... to show you that this?" He gestured lightly between your bodies, "This isn’t just boredom. Or pride. Or some game."  

His voice dropped lower, rougher at the edges. "It’s me trying not to fall completely apart every time I have to wait months just to hear your voice again."  

A beat of silence settled over you both—soft and heavy—broken only by the gentle lapping of water against shore. You could feel your throat closing up, your heart pounded in your chest. You didn't even know what to say to that. Never expecting him to pour his heart out this way. Not this soon. 

Not from the ever so charming Archangel Lucifer Morningstar. You thought that he'd give you another witty response. Or even say something flirty. But this, this wasn't that.

"The picnic isn't ridiculous." 

Was all you could manage to spill out, and you wanted to smack yourself right across the face. Even worse was the fact that you didn't even notice what you had said. At least you wouldn't have if it wasn't for Lucifer dropping his head back into a loud, tender laugh.

"Wait- I didn't- that's not what I wanted to say-" 

Your face was beet red at this point, the words stumbling out of your lips in a panic as you quickly tried to find a way to convey your feelings back as eloquently as he had done.

Lucifer caught your flustered hands mid-air with his own, fingers sliding between yours, not letting you retreat.

"You're adorable," He murmured, his laughter softening into something fonder. His thumb brushed over your knuckles, slow and deliberate.

"And you don’t have to say anything back. Not yet."  Oh, that gentle and knowing smile he gave you wasn't making you feel any better. 

"Just...let me have this?" He squeezed your hands lightly. "Let me have you, right here for as long as you'll allow it." 

The sunset painted his face in gold, and for the first time, you noticed the faintest dusting of pink across his cheeks. He was nervous. And somehow, that made everything feel more real to you, it gave you a sense of assurance. Especially with the way his hands enveloped yours, the second they did that, you instantly felt the tremble in your heart melt away. A sense of calm simply filled your body, your mind and your heart.

So you slipped them out of his, moved to sit on your knees, and leaned forward, your arms wrapping around his shoulders, bringing into a sudden hug, "I'll allow it."

Lucifer froze for just a heartbeat—like he couldn’t believe you’d touched him first, that you were holding him like he belonged in your arms. 

Then he melted. His arms wrapped around your waist like he’d been waiting centuries just to hold you like this, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. Your arms tightened around him as his face buried itself into the curve of your neck, breathing your scent. You and peonies.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted you to say that." He mumbled hoarsely before letting go of you, but only to take your face in his hands, giving you the opportunity to lock your eyes with his, right before he leaned in and pressed a long, sweet kiss to your forehead. You fluttered your eyes shut for a second, feeling like your body had a rush of electricity go through it at the press of his lip to your skin. 

After what seemed like a moment that was way too short, he finally pulled away, pressed his forehead to yours and said, "So... does this mean I get more than one date?"

That made you burst into a breathless laugh, while he grinned even brighter at the sound. Your giggles slowly died into a light, almost shy smile as you adjusted your arms around his neck so you can start playing with the blond hairs at the back of it, almost absentmindedly.

"I think you already know the answer to that." You finally murmured back, your tone warm.

But he only clicked his tongue back in mock disapproval, his nose bumping against yours. "I want to hear you say it."

You darted your gaze away for a moment, sighing dramatically before giving the side of your lip a light bite.  The sight making lucifer get jitters on the inside. He liked you like that. Shy. Only for him. He brought a hand up to the side of your face, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering just long enough to run along the soft, sensitive skin.

"Come on, beautiful. You can do it~"

You shuddered a little when his fingers kept touching the sensitive skin of your ear. His teasing words making you feel a mix of irritation and fluttery, especially with the added affection from the nickname.

So finally, but with some difficulty, you looked back at his eyes, sparkling with amusement that complimented the bashfulness in yours. "Yes, Lucifer. You get more than one date. You'll get a lot more after today." 

Those golden eyes locked with your own, looking at you with nothing but soft adoration and fondness in them. He could stare at you like this, with your sweet, flushed face cradled in his hand, until the end of time. Yeah, Lucifer could definitely do that.

And the words that came out of your mouth were like music to his ears. He felt a rush run through his body-pride and joy and warmth and something else he couldn't place. But if he had to name it, he would probably say completely taken by you. 

He just wanted to kiss you until you both couldn't breathe, but he knew it was too early. Instead, he settled for pressing his forehead harder against yours, a strangled laugh escaping him, half-giddy, half-frustrated as his wings twitched behind him from the excitement, the sight making you giggle happily.

"Fuck-" He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. "Oh darlin, you're just killing me here."

He gasped out a choked breath as his thumb brushed your cheekbone, almost trembling with restraint. "Say it again...please."

You brought your hands up to hold his wrists, keeping his palms pressed against your warm cheeks.

"You'll be getting lots of dates after today~" You breathed out with an equally bright grin of your own. His giddiness kept transferring over to you by the second.

"You'll probably grow sick of me." You added with another soft laugh.

"Sick of you?" He echoed back incredulously, his fingers threading through some loose locks of your hair, admiring the way strands of sunlight danced across your face.

"I spent months looking for you, just to get another chance to see your pretty face again. And you think I'll get sick of you so easily?"

His other hand moved to tilt your chin up as he leaned in close, "Please. I could worship the very ground you walk on." 

Your eyes sparkled with mirth and awe, they were especially obvious with the way he kept your chin tilted up to look at him. You gave him a small light smile, suddenly feeling like your bashfulness was starting to slowly but surely melt away.

His presence, the look in his eyes, the way he spoke to you, the way he spoke about you...it was all bringing out a side of you that you would usually suppress—

"Well..." you drawled out quietly, your hand moving to press against his chest as you leaned your face even closer, a little teasingly, "...I'll hold you to those words, then." 

—A side of you that's almost a little...spoiled?

And Lucifer loved it. Matter of fact, he absolutely adored it. It unlocked something inside of him. A feeling that he never felt towards any other woman he had dated, an urge. An urge that made him actually want to worship the ground you walk on.

You saw his eyes shimmer in not only amusement but eagerness as well.

"Don't tempt me." He whispered a little breathlessly, almost looking in a daze as he stared back into your eyes. "I'll do it right now, I swear to my Heavenly Father."

Your eyes widened a little bit in surprise from how serious he sounded as a baffled laugh slipped out of you. At the sound of it, Lucifer's grin widened into a downright boyish one, like he'd just been handed the keys to the paradise he was currently in. His fingers twitched against your waist, squeezing lightly as if checking you were real.

"I’ll kneel right here," He murmured, eyes flicking to your lips. "and kiss every step you take for the rest of eternity." 

His hands slid down to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he sweetly nuzzled your nose with his. While all you could do was grin and push at his shoulders as you whined out a small "Stop it~", that you don't actually mean.

"Would that prove it?"

You tried to hold back your laughter, but failed miserably. This side of him—playful and a little cheesy but still sweet—was utterly adorable. And it made your heart feel things that you were scared of even thinking about too deeply.

You reached a hand up to pat his cheek with affection that shouldn't be present between two people on a first date, "You're such a dork."

You sighed jokingly with a small shake of your head, right as your hand moved to casually tuck his short blond strands behind his ear.

He took your hand in his, threading his fingers through yours and brought it to his mouth—pressing a slow kiss to your knuckles as he kept his gaze locked with yours.

"You haven't even seen half of it."

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And he wasn't lying. Months had passed since that first date and it definitely wasn't the last.

You had gone on plenty of dates with Lucifer since then, and with every one, you found yourself falling for him more and more. It wasn't just his sweet words, but his actions. Not only did he make you feel loved, adored even, but more importantly, he made you feel safe.

You weren't sure what it was, if it's because you weren't used to depending on someone, or because you never let your guard down around anyone, no matter who, it was just in your nature.

But with him it was different, you felt at ease, you could relax for the first time, forget about your work and your general anxiety. You could lay next to him like this, on the fresh grass in that same garden with the lake that he took you to on your first date.

It became your spot, a hidden sanctuary for the two of you, someplace no one else knew.

You stared up at the sky, watching the cotton like clouds move, morphing into the different shapes that came to your mind as you got lost in thought.

Thoughts that ranged from how nice the weather was—the usual in heaven you suppose—to the incompetent angels that you had the displeasure of having to supervise, and finally, to your future, yours and Lucifer's.

Yours with Lucifer. 

"I can almost hear your brain from right here."

You snapped out of your inner dilemma with a small sheepish smile. Turning your head to watch the man occupying your mind lay down on his side next to you.

His elbow propped up with his head resting on his closed fist. Your boyfriend was just so handsome—was what you suddenly thought  despite yourself. 

"Sorry...I was just..." You trailed off a little with a sigh, finding it difficult to gather the words.

"Overthinking again?" Lucifer’s voice was soft and knowing as he spoke, already understanding everything about you after only a couple months of being together. After a beat, he reached over and tugged your fingers free from where they were nervously twisting together, lacing them with his and giving them a squeeze.

"Am I that obvious...?" You asked a little playfully, the weight on your chest already growing lighter as Lucifer hummed back.

"You always get that little crease right here..." He lifted your intertwined hands up and used his pointer finger to trace over the bridge of your nose, "...when you're spiraling about nothing."

You huffed out a small, sheepish chuckle, feeling a little embarrassed by your own habit. Meanwhile, he shifted closer—his chest nearly touching your shoulder, warmth radiating off his body like the sun had taken a liking to him personally.

His free hand coming up from under his head to move to your own. Wanting to run his fingers through your hair, a newly formed habit that you both loved.

His fingers combed through your strands with slow, deliberate strokes—gentle enough to be soothing, but firm enough to make you sigh in contentment. Every time he did this, it felt like a promise: I'm here. You're safe.

"Talk to me." He murmured, unlocking your eyes for a second to run his over the rest of your features, "Or don't, I'll be here either way."  

A breeze rustled the trees overhead as his thumb moved to trace your hairline, the act in addition to his words made your eyes soften. 

You loved it when he did that. You loved it when he assured you. When he made it known that he was always here for you, without actually pushing you to talk about anything. You loved how he knew you so well already, despite only being together for a couple of months. You just loved-

Then, as if by fate, something flashed over your pupils. Something that could never be physically seen. Not by anyone but the god responsible for it all.

A gold shimmer like film went over your eyes before it was gone in a flash. 

The same one that went over his almost a full year ago now.

Love.

"I just don't want you to carry all the weight by yourself, darling-" 

You cut his words off by moving your own hand to his cheek. A sudden surge of emotions hitting you and you weren't even sure why.

"Thank you." You finally whispered, watching as Lucifer tilted closer to your touch. His face so close now that you can feel his breath mingling with yours, and you hoped that he couldn't hear the tremble in your breathing.

Smiling softly, Lucifer’s heart eased a little, he could tell you were already feeling better, even if you were cutting his reassurances off. He knew you felt them, so he simply leaned even closer and whispered a soft, "You're so welcome."

You stared up at him lovingly, watching as he leaned even closer. Your lips almost touching-

It's been months, but the two of you haven't actually kissed yet. You just weren't ready and Lucifer was more than understanding. Never pushing you, never even bringing it up, until you asked him about it. Worried that it would bother him. 

But he assured you, over and over. Telling you that he didn't mind waiting. Instead, he showed his affection in different ways, hugs, handholding—forehead, cheeks and hand kisses—all within your comfort zone. All which you loved reciprocating.

So when he came this close, and saw your eyes shift a little—still not ready— he only smiled again. Tilted his chin up and pressed a kiss to your forehead instead. 

"You're so cute." 

He murmured and pulled away with one last pat on your now flushed cheek. Your heart beating rapidly in your chest from his obvious consideration to your boundaries and pace when it came to physical intimacy.

You cleared your throat and sat up, pushing your hair back and over one of your shoulders. Huffing out a short breath while he took his turn now laying down on the grass with an arm behind his head.

His gaze followed your every movement like a magnet, an amused look in his eyes—you were so easy to read—but he didn't comment on it. He just laid there, his free hand moving to start playing with the tips of your hair casually.

The sky was a bright, clear blue, with not a single dark cloud in sight. It almost made it feel like you two were the only two souls in the entire universe. Just you, him and the sound of the nature around you.

After a few more minutes of comfortable silence, you turned to look at him, smiling a little when you saw him laid there. Eyes closed, the breeze tussling his blond locks, a slight flush on his cheeks from the sun. Beautiful. 

"Aren't you hot?" You suddenly asked, making him flutter his eyes open to stare up at you. "Hm?"

You gave a cheeky smile at his lazy response, an amused twinkle in your eyes as you suddenly got up from your place.

"Where are you-" Lucifer sounded confused as he asked, but then he saw where you were heading. 

Your bare feet hit the grass softly as you moved towards the lake that was a mere few feet away. The sight causing Lucifer to sit up a little in surprise.

You could see him watching you like a hawk, his expression turning from confusion to surprise when he realized what you were doing.

"Darling, what are you-" He sat up, an amused but bewildered expression on his face. Even in his confusion, his gaze was still warm. He made no move to get up from his spot on the grass, instead deciding to just watch as you walked straight towards the clear blue water of the lake.

You turned back to flash him a bright, pretty smile, one that made Lucifer sigh in adoration.

"What do you think I'm doing~?!" You shouted back to him with a small laugh, catching the sight of him turning to his side to watch you properly.

And he was oh so thankful that he had picked this spot for the two of you to sit, giving him a front row seat to what was about to happen.

You made it to the lake and took a few steps further until the water came up to your knees and you stopped.

Turning back to look at him, watching his lips part and his eyes darken when you slipped the strap of your dress down one of your shoulders.

"You do swim, do you not~?"

You asked him teasingly, flashing him another smile as you walked further into the lake. This time, grabbing the hem of your dress, slowly lifting up, giving him a peak of your nakedness underneath. The curves of your ass making a quick appearance before it disappeared under the water.

Lucifer could only stare in stunned silence, completely hypnotized and entranced as you continued walking into the water. His eyes growing wide, jaw going slack as a flush went down his cheeks and his neck.

He carefully watched your dress slide from your shoulders before his gaze slid even more south. His mouth went completely dry as he stared at your bare back and curved waist. A low guttural sound escaped his chest when you finally took the dress off and slightly turned—giving him a glance of your side boob—to throw it behind you to the grass...then his brain finally started working.

"Oh I swim, pretty girl...P-pretty good, pretty good-! I..I- swim pretty good-"

He stuttered out like a complete idiot, his chest tightening and his breath hitching when you eventually took a full dip into the water. With that, he was finally on his feet. Getting up so fast that he almost slipped on the wet grass while making his way to you. 

You came back up from under the water just in time to see him scrambling up from his seat. The sight made you giggle a little while you pushed your soaked hair away from your face.

He made it to the edge of the water and stopped in his tracks. The hesitant look in his eyes still visible despite his dazed state, making you smile warmly.

"Hurry up already!!" You encouraged him, implicitly telling him that it was okay, that you wanted him there with you, naked and all.

The faint flush on his face deepened, understandably so. You haven't even kissed yet, let alone seen each other naked. Still, he smiled back—hands already moving to undo his robes.

"Do you realize how bossy you are, darling~?!" He asked, the angelic robes already falling from his shoulders, his hands now moving to his trousers.

You laughed at his teasing words, your arms moving back and forth while you floated in your place while shouting back a cheeky, "Get used to it~!!" 

Lucifer's grin widened at the sassiness, the sound of his chuckles being the last thing to fill your ears before you took another dip. Wanting to at least give him a little privacy as he finally slid out of his trousers. Tossing the rest of his clothes to the side.

With that, he was standing there in all his naked glory at the edge of the lake. Carefully—but with a sense of absolute urgency—he started to make his way to you.

The hot sun reflecting on the water made it warmer against his skin. You didn't come back up from your dip until he was already a few inches in the water. Pushing your wet hair back from your face, you felt a shiver run down your spine at the sight. 

His broad shoulders, muscular forearms, the sharp, toned curves of his lean body. He was beautiful. Truly.

And you couldn't help the flush that came up on your cheeks when your gaze trailed further down. For he was deep enough for the water to cover his most important parts, but you still caught a peek of the deep v line going down his abdomen.

You were pretty much zoning out until suddenly, a wet splash hit your face. A chuckled yelp slipped out of you at the feeling, wiping your face again.

"My eyes are up here, sweetheart~" He teased you playfully but his own gaze was already trying to trail over your body through the clear water. His hand reached out to grab you and pull you close but you quickly retaliated back by splashing him.

A loud giggle slipping out of you when he whipped his head to the side with a sharp, surprised laugh. His golden eyes sparkling with mischief as he shook the droplets from his lashes.

"Ohhh~ you're on, darling."

And that's how the two of you fell into a war of water splashing. Playing as if you were little children and not two powerful angels. Your laughter filled the air, you weren't sure how long the two of you continued playing like that for, all you knew is that you never wanted it to end. 

Even after you finished splashing each other, your competitiveness didn't seize. Now underwater, you both held your breaths to see who would last longer. A full minute later, you were splashing out the water with a big breath.

Lucifer coming up right after you, pridefully victorious. You kept wiping away at your face, an impressed smile on your face, "You could've told me that you were this good, Luci~" 

The nickname spilled from your lips effortlessly. Causing the other angel to grin as he roughly rubbed the water from his own face, "But then your competitive ass wouldn't have agreed to play."

Your head tipped back with a soft laugh—all while his hands reached out to pull you against him. And you let him. Your own arms moving to wrap around his neck, as if it was the most natural thing ever.

"Yeah...that's a really good point actually." You finally whispered to him with a playful nod, not bothering to hide your petty-competitive tendencies.

"Mhmm..." He chuckled back, his hands holding you by your waist, keeping you at a safe distance, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. But he relaxed when he felt you push yourself closer to him using your arms. Subtly asking him to pull you closer, so he did.

Your bare chests now fully pressed against each other, almost no space between the two of you. It didn't feel sexual, just intimate. Especially with the bright sun slowly starting to set, giving the sky a beautiful purplish pink hue. Silence had settled between the two of you, a comfortable and serene feeling in the air. Your chests rising and falling steadily as your heartbeat finally slowed down. 

Lucifer watched your face tilt up as you stared at the sky above, your eyes sparkling with different colors—a look of awe in them.One that matched the look in his own eyes. He kept quiet, not wanting to disturb you. Only his chest rumbled with a pleased hum, his hands sliding up to your back, gentle but firm. Like he was memorizing the feel of you against him.

"I could get used to this." He finally broke the silence, you almost didn't hear it though because of how quiet it was. Almost as if the words weren't meant for your ears. Finally, you brought your gaze back to him, running it over his features tenderly, "Mhm..." 

Was all you said, a small and easy smile on your face, one of your hands moving up as you silently pushed his damp blondes away from his handsome face. Taking him in, even running the pad of your thumb over his eyebrows, taking note of the fact that they were a shade darker than the rest of his hair.

He just let you, despite the fact that he was starting to grow a tad bit insecure from how intently you were looking at him, he still didn't have it in him to stop you. And it seems like you heard him since you shifted your gaze back to his, letting it lock there without moving it away. 

The two of you stayed like this, simply staring into each other's eyes. With nothing that could be heard but your mingling breaths as the water gently rippled around you.

Then, his gaze dropped to your lips for a heartbeat too long before flicking back up—giving himself away. The golden light of sunset painted his face in warm hues as he swallowed hard.

"...We should get out soon." He breathed, looking and sounding dazed, "Before it gets dark."

You kept quiet for another moment, trying to read him, his subtle actions not going unnoticed by you, "Ya know....when Micheal first assigned me to you-" 

Lucifer blinked up at you a little, caught off guard by you suddenly changing the topic—or rather, completely ignoring his words, but he let you continue anyways.

"The other angels told me to be careful...because you were rather 'impulsive'." 

You finished the quiet whisper, your eye contact never wavering, but he only stared back at you. With nothing but some mere specs of amusement swirling in his otherwise unexplainable gaze.

As though he was holding himself back from an action that was aching to be done. 

"But today..." Your gaze dropped to his lips, catching the way they parted with the hitch of his breath, "...today, you've been everything but impulsive..."

Lucifer exhaled a shaky breath, his grip on you tightening just slightly, not possessively, he was just afraid you'd slip away.

"I just...." He trailed off, going quiet for a few more seconds until you dropped your forehead against his. The tender action making him press his eyes shut with a small whimper-like sigh.

"Talk to me..." You coerced, and he abided.

"I don't want to scare you off. Not when..." He hesitated for half a second before pressing his forehead harder against yours, close enough that the next words ghosted over your lips, "...Not when I finally have something worth being patient for."

He reopened his eyes, but you were already staring back at him with the same yearning look and he stilled.

Actually, it felt like everything went still around you—the wind quieting down, even the water stopped lapping, only the sounds of your rapid heartbeats filled the proximity.

Almost as if heaven itself was frozen with anticipation.

"Tell me to stop....and I will." 

He breathed against your lips, ever so patient. He'd wait months, even years if he had to. He was willing to do that, for you and no one else.

Thankfully, you weren't willing to wait that long.

"I don't want you to stop." 

His chest squeezed tightly. Not realizing he was holding his breath until you spoke those words that had him exhale deeply with relief like a large weight being lifted off his shoulders.

He didn't waste anymore time. His hands slid up to cradle your face, giving you one last look to make sure you meant it, before closing the last sliver of distance between you.

His lips pressed against yours—soft at first, testing, savoring you. As if this single kiss could erase every moment of loneliness that was in his heart before you came along.

You on the other hand hesitated for a split moment, not from doubt, but from the realization. That this was meant to be. So you let it happen. 

The kiss wasn’t fiery or demanding, just soft and sweet. His lips moving against yours with aching slowness. A quiet confession: I adore you. I choose you.

The water rippled around the two of you as he held your face gently, his thumbs brushing along the apples of your cheek like he was memorizing the feeling of them too. While your arms tightened around his shoulders, bringing him impossibly closer. Even your fingers tangled themselves in his damp hair.

A sound escaped him at some point—a muffled groan lost between shared breaths— water then splashed next to both of your waists from how tightly he was pulling you against him. Afraid that you'd disappear on him like a feverish dream.

A soft whimper escaped your throat at the contact and Lucifer groaned in response. His palm sliding down from your cheek to your jaw, tilting it just slightly to deepen the press of his lips against yours. With every passing second, the kiss deepened as if you were trying to make up for those long months of waiting.

He drank in the sound you made like fine wine, the need for air being the only unfortunate reason why he had to part from your lips in a few more seconds. But even then, he stayed close, forehead resting against yours, breath mingling.

His eyes not even fluttering open, as if this was a dream that he never wanted to wake up from. You could feel every ridge of his muscles as he breathed raggedly—the heat of his skin mixing with the warmth of the remaining sun in the slowly darkening sky.

"God, I love you..."

Your eyes snapped open at that, a tiny gasp slipping from your now swollen lips, your stomach tensing. But he wouldn't look back at you.

He dropped his head into your wet chest, almost hiding from you as he confessed in a desperate panic.

"I know. I know it's so early but I just can't keep it in anymore. I love you. I've loved you from the moment you landed in my garden with that stupid scroll and-" 

Finally, he lifted his face to look at you, tears almost brimming in his eyes from the overwhelming wave of emotions he was suddenly feeling for you.

"I've loved you for every single moment since and I'm sorry that I will probably love you to the end of time." 

You kept quiet, barely having time to process his confession before he added in a panic, "You don't have to say anything-"

And you didn't. You just tangled your hands in his locks and pulled him into another kiss. No patience this time. Just pure desperation, yearning and so, so much love.

"I love you too." You barely managed to whisper out in between the kiss, your heart pounding in your chest from the weight of your own confession.

Lucifer's breath hitched—his entire body freezing for a second as if he didn't trust his own ears. His golden eyes flickering with disbelief and a look of hope so bright that it could blind you.

"...Say that again." He pleaded against your lips, voice ragged and serious.

You could see his teary eyes desperately searching yours for any sign of dishonesty. But you knew that all he would find would be pure, unfiltered adoration and love that matched his.

"I love you. So much."

He nearly choked on a whimper of relief when you finally repeated the three words he had waited for months to hear—the words that broke through the barrier between you, finally confirming that this was real. That it wasn't just him who felt it.

With a shuddering breath, his lips captured yours, another kiss, this one rougher, more urgent than the previous one. His arms wrapping around you tighter, pulling you impossibly closer as if he wanted to fuse the two of you into one singular being.

You moaned into the kiss, the sound soft but it made Lucifer's chest burn with need. The two of you just kissed like you were about to be dragged apart. Only parting ways for an instant when his hands moved to the back of your thighs. Hoisting you up while you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist.

A small, choked laugh spilling out of you when he started walking out of the water and towards the grassland with you in his arms. Carrying you out of the lake with ease that could only come from overpowering need.

The wet grass squished under his feet as he walked, carrying you as he stumbled toward your spot-the one with the blanket and pillows still there from earlier.

His lips didn't leave yours even for a second. It didn't take long for him to reach the blanket where he dropped to his knees, laying you down with a slow slide onto the soft fabric.

Caging you beneath him, carefully as to not crush you with his body while still devouring every gasp and whimper that spilled from your lips. "Say it again..." he begged between kisses, "Please, so I could be sure I'm not hallucinating."

You choked out another giggle against his lips.

"I-" You couldn't even get it out because he pressed another kiss to your lips.

"I love-" Another one cutting you off. 

"I love you-"

It was Lucifer who squealed out an excited laugh this time, pulling back to look at your flushed face. He could feel your bare, wet chest pushing up against his with each of your ragged breaths. The rapid beating of your heart an indication that he wasn't the only one feeling the jitters.

You lifted your hand up to push his dripping locks away from his eyes to look at him. His own face was a dark red but his smile was so bright that you couldn't see anything else.

His gaze roamed over your features, taking in every single detail—the flushed state of your skin, the sparkle in your eyes, the way your lips were swollen from the intensity of the kisses, and the way your hair, wet and messy, fanned beneath you.

He had never seen anything as beautiful as you right now. And to think that he was the cause of this glorious sight. The thought of it made his chest swell with a dizzying mixture of pride and disbelief.

A breathless laugh escaped him, head lowering next to your ear, "Again..."

You breathed out a light, happy sound—your body vibrating under his from the  butterflies in your tummy. Pressing your lips to his cheek, you repeated with a whisper, "I love you."

Your angel let out a strangled sound from the back of his throat. His head dipping down into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath of your skin.

"Oh, sweetheart..." He almost sounded out of breath, like he was struggling for it.

"I love you too—God, I love you so much...so so much." The hushed murmur was followed by a soft, slightly hesitant kiss to your pulse point and your breath got caught in your chest.

A tremble went through your body, one would think that it's probably because the sun had come down and the light breeze had started to pick up while you were both literally naked and wet, but you begged to differ.

"Lucifer..." You gasped out his name once he peppered a couple more kisses up your neck. Your body was growing hotter despite the cold—a slight tingle in your skin as it pressed against his.

He continued to travel up your skin, pressing kisses to the edge of your jaw, to your warm cheek, before stopping a mere millimetre short of your lips. His eyes flitted up to yours, catching your flustered expression as another shake went through your body.

"Darling..." His breath came out hot and uneven against your skin, it almost felt like your rapid heartbeats were syncing together. He swallowed thickly at the sight of you, barely able to hold himself back from drifting his eyes down to run over the rest of your body, "Can I...?"

You swallowed thickly at his question, your hand moving up to his cheek before you dragged it down his neck to his chest, right where his heart would be.

"Please..." The soft whisper hit his lips—a hair away from another kiss, "Please do."

His breath caught in his throat at your response. Then he exhaled shakily before lowering himself down, pressing feather-light kisses along your collarbone first, taking his time to savor every little sound and twitch that came from you.

"Tell me if I go too far..." He murmured against your skin between slow, lingering pecks, "Or if it's not what you want." 

But the way his hands traced over your waist told a different story of how badly he needed this too. Needed to worship every inch of you as proof that this wasn't another wet dream like the ones he'd been having since the second he laid eyes on you all these months ago.

It was very close to getting fully dark now. The sun was nowhere to be seen as it got replaced by its equally dazzling soulmate.

Your eyes took it all in as they fixed themselves upwards while Lucifer's lips trailed off in the opposite direction. You were too overwhelmed to actually look at him, but you felt everything. His rough hands as they moved over the damp but now burning skin of your sides. His warm breath tickling you as his face made its way to your chest.

Only pulling back for a second to take you in after he spent the whole afternoon trying to be a gentleman by ignoring the carnal desire to stare at your beautiful, full breasts. His palms moved upwards to cup them—a deep groan slipping out from the back of his throat at how well they fit in his hands. As if they were made for him and him only.

A strangled whimper left your throat when he squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples in slow circles. Lucifer hummed lowly, pleased by your reaction, especially as your hips arched up in response.

"Beautiful..." He whispered before leaning down to take one of your tits into his mouth.

A sharp gasp ripped out of you, your fingers immediately flying to tangle in his golden locks. The sensation sends a bolt of pleasure straight to your core. Your legs instinctively tightened around his waist as he continued his sinful worship.

"Lucifer..." your gasp was barely audible as you felt your body twitch from the sudden pleasure that ran through it. Your skin tingling with every swirl of his tongue against your hardened bud. 

You could hear him moaning against you. His brows coming together in a frown from how focused he was. Focused on the taste of you, the feel of you against his mouth, focused on being the most gentle he could be. 

He released your nipple with a soft pop, pressing one last lingering kiss to the bud before trailing down your torso—each press of his lips slow and heavy. While the cold air instantly made the wet spots tingle as the heat from his mouth disappeared.

His hands held your hips steady, his thumbs brushing soothing circles into your skin as he murmured against your stomach, "You're doing so good for me, love..."  

The praise sent a fresh wave of heat rushing through you and when he glanced up through his damp lashes, catching your flustered expression, he grinned. That same boyish, teasing grin that had made your heart flutter for months.

"...Can I keep going?" He breathed, never assuming the answer despite everything. You could already feel yourself twitch in anticipation. Your head lifted up a bit from the throw pillow behind it to look at him directly. Taking a second to simply take him in. 

How patient he was. Waiting with a look of absolute devotion.

His lips pressing another soft kiss to your abdomen. As if unable to hold himself back from touching you for even a moment. His golden eyes twinkled from behind the hairs falling over them, even with how dark it was, you could still see it.

All of it was almost overwhelming you, "Please...keep going." 

Lucifer's chest thrummed with a mix of excitement and love. Hearing you asking for more, to continue worshipping you made something almost animalistic stir in him.

An instinct that might almost be too strong considering the holy grounds you laid on.

"My beautiful girl...Thank you. Thank you..."

He purred, causing you to take a shaky breath in as he let his hands slide over your skin to the insides of your trembling thighs—pushing them apart just the slightest bit more as he dipped his head lower.

The tip of his tongue gently trailed a path down your stomach, only stopping when it reached the soft skin right above your pelvis. Lapping the water droplets that were still glistening on your skin into his mouth.

He started moving to your thighs, dragging his lips against the plump meat. Licking, kissing, sucking, even pressing his face into the insides with an appreciative moan.

All while your hands gripped at the wet grass on either side of you. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took everything in.

That was until he lightly bit your flesh, making you jolt with a gasp and making him chuckle into your skin before he soothed the bite with a soft lick. And after teasing you for a few more seconds, he finally decided to spare you. 

Moving further downwards, you could feel his breath now hitting your bare folds. Instantly, and despite your own wishes, your legs were suddenly flying shut. 

Surprising Lucifer for a moment and without giving him a chance to ask what was wrong, you hurriedly started, "I just...I haven't-" 

You stopped yourself mid sentence, almost a little embarrassed as you looked away. Your face flushed from the knowledge of the fact that you just revealed your lack of experience to the very attractive, very sexy man in between your legs.

A pause came from Lucifer as a bit of confusion spread across his face. Even in the growing darkness, he could see the sudden flush on your cheeks. The way you quickly averted your eyes, not wanting to look at him.

Thankfully, he wasn't that slow and reality finally dawned on him, making the gears in his head turn.

"D-You're...?" He started, his voice dropping, almost into a careful whisper. You whined at the sound of that, your hands now moving to cover your heated face with an embarrassed groan, "Oh god-"

"Hey....Hey, sweetheart." You could hear the gentleness in his tender voice. And despite your current lack of vision, you could almost see him as he moved back up your body to hover over it.

"Come on, pretty...don't hide from me." he cooed sweetly, making you part your fingers to peek at him shyly. And you could just see his jaw tightening and his lips twitching up into a smile. Making you whine at him again from behind your hands, "Don't laugh~!"

Lucifer bit his bottom lip—clearly trying his hardest not to laugh at your shyness.

"I'm not laughing at you, darling..." He murmured, gently pulling your hands away from your face—his fingers lacing with yours as he pinned them on either side of your head. Then he dipped down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"I'm just...so damn happy." He admitted, nudging your nose with his. The confession making your chest tighten.

"Don't be embarrassed..." He whispered, pressing another kiss to your cheek.

"...We'll go slow, alright? Whatever you want..." His lips ghosted over yours, "And if you want me to stop, even just for tonight, you tell me." 

His thumbs brushed over your wrists soothingly. "You're in control."

Your eyes softened and your lips turned into a tiny pout. His words and consideration for you made your heart flutter in your chest. You could almost feel the love and adoration seeping out of his skin to transfer into yours.

Lucifer could feel it too—with the way your pulse started to settle a bit underneath his thumbs as he caressed your wrists. You shifted just enough to brush your lips against his and nod—the familiar throbbing in between your legs starting to come back after he calmed your nerves.

He pressed his forehead closer to yours, nudging your nose again as he added. "Let me hear your sweet voice, angel."

Your lips parted with a hitch, but you didn't hesitate. "I don't want to stop..."

He exhaled, a shuddering breath of relief before another loving smile curled up on his lips.

"Alright then..." Those words came with a tender kiss, to your lips this time.  "We'll go slow, hm?"

Then, slowly, he began moving back down your body, his grip loosening on your wrists as his lips traced the same path from before. Pausing every few inches to press soft, reassuring kisses against your skin.

And when he reached the junction of your thighs again, he glanced up for one last check before dipping his head down to press an almost reverent kiss right above your folds.

As you gasped at that, he was already getting to work. His hands sliding under your thighs to lift them up gently, exposing you fully to him for the first time.

"Fuck, darling...." He murmured while pulling back a bit to stare, a little too hard for your liking.

"God, you're gorgeous..." He groaned low in his throat. His warm breath against you was almost too much—making your hole twitch.  

All while it took every ounce of willpower for Lucifer to not devour you right then and there. But he managed to control himself, licking his lips as his thumb came up to gently brush over the sensitive skin in a slow, gentle manner.

"You're so pretty...." He whispered, not taking his eyes off of your most intimate place.

"So beautiful..." He wasn't planning on stopping the praise anytime soon, how could he when you looked like this. But he did stop for a second, to use the tip of his forefinger and pull at your labia, exposing you even more to his eyes.

Before he pressed his lips together to gently blow some cool air right into your pussy. Watching with fascination as your needy folds fluttered while a gasp of his name shuddered out of you.

Only to whine softly when his lips left your skin, though he quickly followed it up with a string of warm kisses tracing up your inner thigh. All while his hands kept your quivering legs apart.

"Can you do something for me, beautiful?" He breathed, and you couldn't help but shiver at the words. Especially when one of his thumbs began gently stroking the sensitive skin so close to your aching cunt, "Lift your hips for me, darling."

You obeyed instinctively, lifting your hips slightly—exposing yourself even more to him as he settled comfortably between your thighs. Both of his hands sliding down to lift your legs and throw them over his shoulder.

"That's it...perfect." He praised, voice thick with desire. Then, without further hesitation, he leaned in and pressed an open-mouthed kiss right to your dripping folds.

The feeling sent sparks through your entire body as it shuddered violently beneath him, your hips twitching at the unfamiliar sensation but he just held you tighter against his mouth.

Then, his tongue finally flicked out, just once, to taste you. And Lucifer swore he saw stars behind his eyelids at the sheer bliss of it. 

Unable to hold back now, his tongue finally swiped through your slick in one long, slow stroke. Your back arched when he did, as your hands flew to his hair, not gripping or pulling on it, but just to hold him there.

"Oh, Lucifer..." It was more of a drawn out gasp than a proper moan of his name—almost dreamy in a way.

And oh, did he adore it. His lips curling into a wide smile at the sound of his name coming from your lips, he needed to hear more.

So he hummed against your folds, letting his tongue start to explore while the hands that were currently gripping your hips firmly started to slide down, down the curves of your thighs before stopping to hold on to the backs of your knees.

His tongue started to circle your entrance while his palms began sliding up and down the insides of your thighs. His touch gentle, reverent, and loving, while you held him close, pressing his face deeper between your legs.

Your hips rolled up into his features on pure instinct, never wanting him to stop. Not when he was shoving his tongue deep into your quivering hole and wrapping his lips around your pulsing clit.

He groaned against your core;, you were sweeter and more addictive than anything he had tasted and anything he could probably ever taste.

When you let your knees fall to the outside of his shoulders, he let his hands glide further up and back down the curve of your thighs, his broad palms leaving tingles in their wake that just increased the fire building inside you. They moved up until they finally made it to their destination. Finding their natural place on your tits, cupping them with a little less gentleness than before, but you knew he could help it.

Well, you couldn't really think about it too hard. Too busy pushing your chest further into his touch and grinding your cunt against his tongue and sharp nose.

You could barely hear your own voice now. Your eyes were pressed shut, jaw slack as melodies of pure, unadulterated pleasure came out of you to fill the air in the garden.

The sweet sounds only egging Lucifer on, his efforts doubling as his started to switch between flicking his tongue against your clit, suckling on your folds, all while nuzzling his nose into them—inhaling your flowery scent, letting it flow down his body until it makes its way to his leaking cock.

The knowledge that he was the first person to get a taste of you, to get a taste of this heaven in between your legs, it made him dizzy with a mix of devotion and need that shook him to his core.

He slowly pulled back—just enough to look up at your flushed face, your parted lips, your trembling thighs. Taking a moment to check on you, before his fingers finally found your entrance and he heard you gasp and tense a little under him.

Stopping for another beat, he locked his eyes with yours but when you gave him an encouraging nod, he went ahead.

"Tell me if it's too much." he murmured, watching your expression carefully as one finger began to press inside, just the tip at first, testing.

You tensed again, but with another kiss to your clit, you were already easing up. You felt his tongue slipping in to lick at your folds—softly, distractingly—as a long, thick finger breached your tightness. The sudden and unknown pressure made you whine out loud, your hand gripping the grass against as you panted.

"...You're doing so well for me, baby...Just a little more, yeah~?"  

And when you whimpered—nodding frantically—he rewarded you by sinking that finger all the way in. Then he stilled immediately, letting you adjust, his finger buried deep inside you as he watched your face with intense focus. 

Your breaths came fast and uneven, your thighs trembling around his shoulders like you were holding onto the edge of something massive. The feeling was odd, not painful, but not pleasurable yet.

"Shhh...I've got you," He cooed softly, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Just breathe for me, love..."  

Slowly, so slowly, he began to move, with just a tiny curl of that one finger and when you let out a shaky moan instead of tensing up again, he rewarded himself with another taste. 

Lips wrapping around your clit as he gently sucked while his finger started to slide in and out in lazy strokes, the pace maddeningly slow but perfect for helping you get used to the feeling as the pleasure started to flutter through you again.

"Tell me how it feels..." He gently murmured against your skin, "Tell me what my pretty girl needs..."

You could only nod again, eyes shut tight with pleasure, hips rocking instinctively against his hand, "Ohhh...feels so good.."

Lucifer smiled—big and proud—before adding a second finger, stretching you wider this time. A gasp tore from your throat at the intrusion and your inner walls clenched around him instantly.

"That's it...take me, my sweetheart." He cooed gently but his pace stayed slow, relentless in its tenderness as he began to thrust deeper into you while circling his tongue over your swollen clit. The combination making stars burst behind your eyelids as you finally started teetering on the edge of an orgasm. 

Which Lucifer could perfectly tell, "I know, baby. I know....but I need you to take another one in for me, hm? I know you can, darling." He stopped his ministrations long enough to brush his lips against your thigh again, murmuring against your skin while letting you catch your breath.

"Take a deep breath for me..." He instructed, waiting for you to do so before continuing, "And on the exhale, I'm going to slide another finger in...Okay?"  

His eyes were locked with your hazy ones, trying to keep your attention on his words and not the three digits of his right hand which were now pressing against your entrance again.

"Breathe in..."

You inhaled shakily, your chest rising as every nerve in your body focused on the slow, steady pressure building at your core.

"...And out.” He guided softly, his voice velvet and warm. As you exhaled, he pushed—three fingers gliding inside you with one smooth motion. Not too fast. Not too rough. Just deep enough to stretch you perfectly.

You arched off the blanket with a cry, back bowing as he stretched you fully but he didn’t stop. Just kept kissing, licking, sucking at your bundle of nerves while his fingers curled just right inside you.

“Shhh...I’ve got you,” he soothed against your thigh before capturing that trembling little bundle of nerves between his lips again. “God, you're so fucking tight…”  

His hand began to move slowly—curling those long angelic fingers to hit your sweet spot perfectly. He pulled back, only to replace his lips with the tip of his nose, gently nudging it against your clit, shaking his head from side to side. Taking another deep breath in of your scent before moaning into your cunt—the action causing a tremble to go through your body.

"L-Lucifer!" You cried out, hips bucking wildly as your walls clamped down around his fingers, a hot wave of pleasure ripping through you like lightning. He didn't let up. No, he only sped up, thrusting deeper and faster while his tongue worked relentless circles over your clit.

His name falling from your lips like a prayer was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard....Wait, was he allowed to say that?

"Just like that, baby," He purred between flicks. "Let go for me...I want to feel you cum on my fingers and tongue."  

"Ahhh- f..fuckkk-" You couldn't even finish the word as your body started to convulse around his fingers, your toes curling and back arching off the ground. The pleasure coiled tighter and tighter with every flick of his tongue, every perfect stroke of his hand.

"Look at me..." He murmured against your wet heat, voice low and dark with lust, "Let me see those pretty eyes when you come for me..."  

You barely forced your eyelids open, gazing down at him through hazy, bliss-drunk eyes as he worshipped you. His mouth still devouring you while three fingers worked in deep and precise rhythm. And with a few more pumps, you were done for. Your body almost sitting up halfway as your first ever orgasm rushed through your shaking body.

Your legs squeezed around his head but that was only for the better. Since he had slipped his fingers out with a wet pop—widened his mouth and took your whole pussy in. Slurping up all your deliciousness with insatiable thirst. His cock throbbing violently under him but he didn't care, all he cared about was you.

Eventually the overstimulation got to you, your hand pushed at his head weakly with a gasp of his name and he finally spared you. Pulling away but not before giving your quivering folds a few more licks and your puffy clit a final kiss.

You collapsed back onto the blanket covered glass, completely boneless—chest heaving, limbs limp, skin flushed and damp with sweat.

Wondering how the fuck he just made you feel this way.

Your entire body trembled from the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through you. Meanwhile, Lucifer lifted his head from between your thighs, his chin slick with your arousal, lips swollen and wet from how thoroughly he'd devoured you. His golden eyes turned into moons as he grinned in a mix of satisfaction and pride from how he wrecked you.

"You," He murmured, dragging himself up your body, occasionally dropping kisses on random spots of your skin. "....are the most breathtaking thing I've ever seen."

"Did so so well for me, my baby."

The cold breeze that swept through the garden did nothing to chill the heat radiating between your bodies. His cock was still painfully hard as it pressed against the inside of your thigh, but he ignored it once again. Too busy nuzzling into your neck, breathing you in like you were the only oxygen he needed. All while you tried to calm your beating heart and the tremble in your breath.

"Sweetheart..." He whispered against your pulse, pressing a few kisses right there. "Talk to me, love."

With that, you finally managed to reopen your eyes with a soft sigh. His weight, a comforting pressure, the hard planes and angles of his body pressing fully against your curves as he shifted to hover his face over yours made you feel safe. A smile came up on his lips when he caught the sparkle in your gaze and the flush on your cheeks.

"There you go...." He breathed out as his one hand moved to push your hair away. "How're we feeling?"

The flush on your cheeks deepened and yet you didn't bother hiding your feelings...or even mind your language in this very divine, very celestial, and very, very holy garden-

"Holy shit."

Was all you whispered, before your eyes widened with a gasp, your palm flying over your mouth. All while the archangel who just made you cuss out from how talented his mouth was, busted out laughing on top of you.

"Oh my God," you gasped again, half-muffled by your hand. "I didn’t just...omg I can't believe I just said that? And here?!! Of all places?"

Lucifer was full-on cackling now, his shoulders shaking against yours, his forehead dropping to rest between your breasts as he tried to catch his breath.

"You did." He managed between chuckles, "And it was the most beautiful blasphemy I’ve ever heard." He lifted his head just enough to grin at you—eyes sparkling with mischief and pure adoration.

"Oh lord." You huffed out, your head dropping back against the throw pillow. And he was still giggle gaggling. "This is your fault!"

You half-scolded him with a slap to his bare back. He flinched playfully at the slap, then let out an exaggerated "Ooh!" as if deeply wounded, though his grin only widened.

"My fault?" He repeated, voice dripping with mock offense as he propped himself up on one elbow, golden hair falling into his eyes. "Sweetheart...I know you came apart like a symphony because of me, but you can't be blaming me for your own stunning lack of restraint~" 

He leaned down, brushing his lips against yours in a teasing almost-kiss. Another laugh rumbled through his chest before he nuzzled the side of your nose with the tip of his, "But fine. I'll take full responsibility for making my beautiful angel scream holy profanities under the stars."

You rolled your eyes a bit, wanting to mask your embarrassment with sass but you were as obvious as you could get.

"Yeah, you do need to take responsibility...." You whispered with a half playful-half serious tone and a final breathless huff. Your lips brushing his with every word. The two of you went quiet for a second as tension filled the air once more when you locked eyes. 

Your heartbeat started picking up once more. More and more as the need and nervousness filled your body again. His arousal—that you had been fighting to keep your eyes off this whole time—was poking against your hipbone, simultaneously reminding you of its existence on one hand, and your lack of experience on the other.

And lucifer felt your tension, how it wasn't from pleasure this time, but from the nerves. So he slowed. Instantly. His breath evening out, his hips stilling against you as he pulled back just enough to search your face, thumb brushing your bottom lip. 

"We don’t have to go any further tonight. Not if you’re not ready." His tone had not a hint of pressure or demand in it. Just love. And you couldn't be less in love yourself.

"I already got everything I could've ever wanted, tonight..." 

You gave a shy press of your lips at his admission, the slightly teasing twinkle in his gaze making you giggle a little. He then leaned and pressed a slow, sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another to your forehead as if sealing a vow.

"I want you so bad, yes...God knows how much I do..." The words came out as a heavy groan, causing your heart to pound louder. "...but only when you're absolutely ready."  

You listened to him. You listened to him carefully. Making sure to digest every word. Just to be sure that you didn't have any doubts. Yet, no matter how much you thought about it, you kept coming back to the same answer. To the same conclusion.

In a second, lucifer felt himself being pulled down into a searing kiss. He's probably going to start thinking that this is your only way of communication. Not that he was complaining. And for the first time, you tasted yourself, on his tongue at that. He looped one of his arms around your waist to pull you closer into his chest—his other arm bent next to your head to keep his body from crushing yours.

"I want you...want you so bad." You somehow managed to whine out against his lips. Your legs move to wrap around his waist, implicitly telling him that you were very much ready.

He couldn't help the sharp jolt of excitement that went up his body. Before he quickly took in a sharp intake of breath when he felt both your legs locking at the small of his back to pull him closer. 

He could sense your desire, the heat radiating off of you was almost scorching and it was almost enough to drive him insane. But what actually drove him insane, was the feeling of your lips moving against his, the thought that you were tasting yourself on his tongue while he had you like this...god, it was almost too much to take.

"Angel..." He rasped out. "Tell me you're really sure, love..."

You whimpered again into his mouth, "yes, yes, yes...I'm sure- I'm ready..Just-" 

Truly, you sounded pathetic. The once hot-headed, firm and sassy summoner that had managed to get the stubborn great archangel Lucifer Morningstar wrapped around her finger....was now in fact lying under him. Begging him to fuck her. To take her virginity in the lord's sacred garden. Who would've guessed?

Lucifer on the other hand, couldn't care enough to even develop a singular critical thought. All he could think of was the way you sounded. God, the way you kept saying "yes"...it was like a prayer going straight to his groin. He groaned as you whined for him. It was all he could do to stop himself from grinding his length against your belly.

"Yeah?" He breathed, pressing more searing kisses to your lips, your jaw, your cheek, the side of your neck, unable to physically separate his mouth from your skin. "You want me, baby?" 

"God yes...so bad." You hopelessly mewled—hands gripping his shoulders like a vice. Not a drop of pride in your body at this point. He grinned and pressed a line of slow kisses down your jaw, the way you gasped at the feel of his stubble against your skin only turning him on more.

"Shh...I've got you, my sweet..." He murmured, nuzzling his nose into the hollow of your neck. "...I've always got you...now and forever."

"I know you do..." You sighed out breathlessly, the heat already filling your blood once more. Even more when he sucked a dark-reddish spot on your blemished skin.

One of your hands slipped into the blonde hairs at the back of his neck. While the other one sneaked a little further down. Boldly tracing down his stomach, feeling the light lines of the forming muscles, the firmness of it as he tensed under your touch. Then further down.

And you could almost feel the heat of his cock before you even touched it. When you finally did. A gasped slipped out. Though you weren't sure if it was from you or him.

Your softer, warmer, smaller hand wrapped itself around his harder, angrier, much....much bigger, leaky cock.

No, the gasp was definitely you. It was even paired with a widening of your eyes when you realized that this whole thing was about to be inside of you.

"Fu-...oh fuckk, sweetheart...Don't-" The words barely managed to come out of Lucifer. The pleasure already overtaking him with the simplest touch from you—seemingly obvious to your inner turmoil. He exhaled shakily, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he fought to keep himself from bucking into your hand.

"You're killing me..." He groaned, hips twitching forward despite himself when you squeezed a little. Meanwhile, your brows furrowed together as you realized what you just got yourself into.

"Wait- can you just-" You pushed lightly at his chest so that he'd shift from on top of you and sit back on his heels. Your head then shot up to finally take a peak—instantly, your jaw went slack. Even in the dark you can see it, the size too big and too thick to be unnoticed.

"There's absolutely no way this fits." You whispered, sounding a little horrified, yet the way your hole clenched at the thought of him filling you up said otherwise. Meanwhile, Lucifer bursted out laughing, not to mock you, he was just helplessly amused at your bluntness, his head tipping back as his shoulders shook.

"Oh, sweetheart...We'll make it fit." He grinned, leaning down to press a kiss to your furrowed brow, as his fingers gently combed through your hair, instantly relaxing you.

"You just took three of my fingers, and you did so well for me~" Warmth filled your cheeks once more at the reminder.

"But we'll go slow. So slow...until you're begging me for more." The huskiness of his whisper brought a shiver down your spine this time, the nervousness starting to slowly melt away. His free hand trailed down your stomach, fingertips then skating over your slick folds again, making you gasp. 

"See? You're already ready for me..." He groaned in approval while you swallowed thickly. "Hmm...even your pretty little cunt knows she can take me."  

You whined at the dirty words as they made you feel a mix of lust and slight shame in their depraved nature, coming out of an angel's mouth at that. Still, lucifer felt you push your hips closer to his touch. Because at the end of the day, you wanted this. You wanted it so so bad, actually.

"Okay....slow..." You repeated back to him, making him hum with a nod of gratitude. He leaned down, pressing a soft, grounding kiss to your lips before trailing his mouth along your jaw to your ear.

"Good girl..." He murmured, voice thick with affection as you started to lie back down, the air around you thickening once more, "Just breathe...and let me love you." 

You stared into his eyes, watching the gold specs swirl in them as his gaze ran over your softness, unable to stop himself from staring at you. His fingers returned to your pussy, slicking through your folds with gentle ease. He circled your entrance slowly, teasing just the very tip of one finger inside before pulling back once again to coo sweetly, "Relax those pretty thighs for me...just let me in..."

With another deep breath, your legs fell open a little wider, trembling but trusting. And your lover rewarded you with another deep kiss as he guided himself forward. The broad head of his cock nudged against your opening—hot, heavy, impossibly large—and he stopped completely to add, "Just tell me if it’s too much...I’ll stop. Any time."

You nodded again, keeping your eyes on his face. "I will. I trust you." 

You added softly, panting a little from the nerves and excitement. Though you hesitated for a moment, as if you wanted to say something else. And you did.

"I trust you," Your hand lifted up to cup his own flushed cheek as you finally spilled the words. "and I love you."

Lucifer's eyes softened at your words, his head tilting as he leaned into your hand, eyes slipping shut briefly for a moment before opening, looking devastatingly in love.

"And I love you..." He whispered like a prayer before turning his face to kiss your palm. His other hand gripping his member to slide it up and down your slit with another kiss to your lips.

"Relax, baby..." He breathed out against your lips. Then he finally pushed in and the second he did it, you felt your walls stretch to accommodate him. 

Instantly, you scrunched your face with a wince, the unfamiliar pressure overwhelming. His eyes were on you though, never leaving your face and the second he sensed your pain, he pulled back out.

Then he rubbed his already leaking tip against your labia again, even pushing it against your puffy clit as if to distract you. And it definitely worked, a light moan slipped out from the back of your throat. Taking that as a good sign, he slid his cock lower and started to push into you again. This time, only two inches made it in before you whimpered loudly.

His own lips parted with a soft "fuck'" as your walls pulsed around him in reaction to the painful stretch. "God, darling...You're so fucking tight." 

His words made you whine out in frustration, "You're too big." 

It was difficult to hear the bite in your tone from how hard you were panting as you tried to breathe and relax yourself. Lucifer only chuckled at your whining, his fingers then moved back up your thighs to rub soothing circles into them.

"I know, I know..." He murmured, his forehead pressing against yours again as he waited for you to relax around him.

"But look at you...taking me so well already..." His praise trailed off a little when he saw you frown in pain again. "We can just...stop for tonight."

"No!" You were almost embarrassed at how fast and how loud that came out, it was from your heart though.

"I don't want to stop~" Your moan was high-pitched and breathless, half overwhelmed-half desperate as your nails dug into his shoulders, but he only sighed and nodded.

"Alright...let's try a little more then, okay?" His hips started to slightly shift again, just enough for him to roll his hips in shallow little circles, stretching you gradually with every movement.

It almost felt like it was never ending as he slowly pushed inch by inch into you. Finally, when he had a little more than half his cock inside of you, it started to become easier. And you started to loosen up just a little, just enough so that he could push all the way in.

"There we go..." Lucifer praised, his hands gripping your hips now to steady you as he finally bottomed out fully, groaning at how the tight, wet heat surrounded him completely. 

You were both panting now, luckily you weren't feeling any pain from the stretch. It just felt...suffocatingly tight, in the best way possible. You felt Lucifer drop his face into your neck, his heavy breaths hitting your ear, mixing with the sound of grass crunching as he fisted it in an effort to control his urge to simply pound you into the ground.

"Lucifer...?" You whispered breathlessly, squeezing tight around him with no regards to his sanity. "Yes, sweetheart...?"

You almost giggled at how pained he sounded. "Want you to move..." And as if those words weren't enough to make him cum right then and there, you just had to whine out a desperate- "...please~?"

And it went straight to his dick. Funny enough, you felt it twitch inside of you.

"Please?" He echoed with a wrecked voice, you knew what you were doing to him. With agonizing slowness, he pulled back—just an inch at first—then pushed in again. 

A deep, full glide that made you throw your head back with a long, drawn out moan. This wasn't the pleasure you felt when he ate you out or even when he fingered you. No, this was very different.

"Like that?" He rasped against your face, lips brushing your own as he did it again. Another shallow roll of his hips, the kind meant to stretch you sweetly. Each thrust was controlled...gentle...Lucifer was holding himself back and you knew it. And for a second, you were scared that he wasn't feeling good-

"Fuckk, darling....You feel like heaven..." He suddenly moaned, you could see his eyebrows come together, his eyes press tightly shut and his mouth dropping as he gave you another thrust, this one so much deeper.

"No...not even heaven can feel this good." 

The blasphemous words slipped out of him instinctively, but before you could say anything about it, he was moving again, finally setting up a steady pace that pushed you deeper into an abyss of pleasure. And you were drowning in it, every slow, deep stroke stretching you perfectly, hitting a sweet spot inside you that made your toes curl and your lips part with a loud whine.

"Luci-!" You cried out as he rolled his hips just right, a sharp jolt of pleasure shooting through your spine. And the man loved it. Loved how loud you were being for him. Loved that he was the one making you feel this good.

He just loved you.

While you, you couldn't even form a proper thought. Let alone form a sentence, every time you opened your mouth, all that came out were soft moans and gasps.

Your hands moved up his back, fingers clawing at his skin—touching the sensitive skin under where his majestic wings were tucked safely and hidden. It must've been a sensitive spot because he started to increase his pace a bit more. 

You could hear him whisper words against your neck, in between his own moans and gasps- "so good...you're so good for me...so pretty...my good girl...you're so perfect...my perfect girl..."

The words mixed with the wet slap of skin on skin—slow at first, but growing steadily faster. The grass beneath you was soft but cool against your back, the warm breeze of the garden mixing with the heat of Lucifer's body pressed tightly against you.

His hips rolled into yours with precision, each thrust deep and deliberate and soon, the initial discomfort melted into pure pleasure. You felt your own walls starting to flutter around him, tightening more and more as the coil in your belly wound tighter. Lucifer felt it too. His golden eyes darkened with pure need when he realized you were already close again.

"Already, baby?" His voice was thick with arousal, almost sounding proud before he adjusted his angle just slightly.

"Oh....oh fuck!" You arched off the ground with a sharp cry as he started hitting that same sweet spot dead-on, your entire body tensing at the sudden burst of pleasure.

Lucifer grinned down at you, before repeating the motion, dragging his cock against that same spot with every thrust now. A long pleasured sigh came out of him as he leaned down. His hands moving to cup your face as he nuzzled his own face against yours. He kept his gaze locked on you, taking in the beauty that was your pleasure.

You had your eyes pressed shut and mouth wide open as symphonies of pleasure spilled out of you. Before he tapped your flushed cheek with his thumbs, signaling you to open your eyes, and you did it.

Suddenly, the feeling intensified in your body, and you just couldn't help it. The urge to kiss him for the 50th time it seems, took over you, so you pulled him down, smashing your lips against his with a desperate whimper. 

Lucifer chuckled into the kiss, his mouth curving in a smile against you. His hands moved to your head, tilting it up to a different angle as he deepened the kiss. Your chin tilted back up for a moment to kiss him back before you break the lip lock with a wet pop, "Lucifer..."

When you trailed off without finishing your sentence, he pulled back only far enough to murmur against your lips with a choked groan. "What is it, my sweet...?" 

"Ha...harder..." He actually slowed down at that, making you whine in annoyance and open your eyes again to meet his golden gaze that looked drunk on desire and love. 

"Want you to go harder." You pleaded with him softly, making his breath hitch before his face softened in slight amusement.

"Yeah?" He chuckled lowly, his voice husky and slightly choked. "Now it feels good, huh?"

You nodded a little too quickly, almost mindlessly now as you wrapped your legs around his hips while he followed your request. "So...so good..." 

Lucifer grinned at your desperation, leaning in to kiss your cheek sweetly. "Mhm…Good." He whispered, the smile still in his voice, "Because I'm about to make you feel even better..." 

Your legs tightened around his waist again, pulling him closer. "Then make me." 

Was all you could manage, voice strained with longing and impatience. He looked into your eyes, watching you carefully, checking your expression, still looking for any sign of pain or discomfort but he found nothing but want and adoration. So he went not only harder, but faster too. Until the sound of skin slapping skin grew louder, mixing with the rustle of the garden around you—a symphony of love under the watchful sky. 

He pushed himself back up to hover over you. Hips now snapping to yours, his irises almost sparkling as he lost himself in the sight of you getting pounded by him. 

Then the flicked downwards to your bouncing breasts, the sight driving him insane. One of his hands moved up to hurriedly grope your mound, giving the tit a rough squeeze that made you arch your back. Pushing yourself closer to his touch. 

Lucifer groaned at the softness before he gave your tit a light, experimental slap making it bounce even more and making your head drop back from the pleasure.

"Fuck, look at you," He groans deeply, biting on his bottom lip as he watched you. The way the soft moonlight seems to glow and move over the soft, sweet curves of your body. And he wondered how one can look like that ?

"Gosh, darling...." He trailed off again, one of his hands moving to steady you hips, the other moving to circle you clit as his thrusts stuttered. His strokes now short and fast as your walls clenched around him. The knot in your stomach so close to snapping, and it was his next words that finally broke you-

"You are a fucking goddess..."

With that you were gone, back arched off the ground as your second orgasm of the night crashed over you like a tidal wave. The high this time was completely different from your earlier one. Your hands grabbed at his forearms, marking his smooth skin with your nails. Your vision going blurry until all you could see was the bright light from the stars above you and a tease of his blond hair.

Lucifer groaned at the sight of you coming undone beneath him, your walls fluttering and pulsing around his cock, squeezing him so tight it bordered on being painful. But he didn't stop, not even when your body arched and trembled under his touch. Instead, he leaned down and kissed you deeply, swallowing your moans as his thrusts turned into shorter, faster humps, unable to hold back anymore.

Then, with one final, deep grind of his hips against yours, he groaned your name against your lips, his entire body tensing as he spilled his cum deep inside you. Painting your tight walls with his warmth, the odd yet satisfying feeling making you moan lightly.

For a moment, the only sounds in the garden were your combined heavy breaths and the rustle of leaves above. Then, with a shuddering exhale, Lucifer pressed his forehead against yours, his fingers trembling slightly as he cupped your face, the act making you reopen your hazy eyes. And for a moment, the two of you just stared at each other, before he finally broke the silence.

"Holy shit..." He whispered breathlessly, the words amusingly familiar. Which was why you couldn't help but breathe out a soft laugh against his face.

"Yeah, I know~" You giggled out, still in a daze from your own pleasure.

And the way Lucifer's heart did a flip in his chest the second the sound of your laughter hit his ears, definitely needed to be studied. He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on your nose, still cradling your sweet face in his hands.

"You alright, sweetheart?" He asked softly, his voice filled with affection as he scanned your face, making sure you weren't sore, uncomfortable or even worse, if you were feeling regretful about doing this with him.

Despite the sheen of pleasure that was still present in his eyes, you could still see the concern in them. His body almost vibrating against yours anxiously. Smiling, you lifted your own hand up to his cheek—without thinking, he was tilting into your touch.

"Lucifer?" 

"Mhmm...?" 

"My darling?"

Now he was getting a little concerned, you could tell from his furrowed eyebrows. "What is it, my love...?" 

Finally, you broke into a smile of your own, one of slight amusement and lots of devotion. "I loved every single thing about what we have just done." 

Already, his body was relaxing a little, and even more as you continued, "You made me feel safe, cared for, and so...soo loved." It was those whispered words that made him blush this time. 

You crinkled your nose at him and tilted your head up to press a kiss to his jaw. "I wouldn't have rather done this with anyone else that wasn't you."

Lucifer's shoulders visibly slumped with a huff of relief. Your words seemingly made him a little shy, but you didn't comment on it. He pulled you even closer as soon as you were done speaking, as though he couldn't get you any closer than you already were. His lips finding and pressing sweet pecks to the top of your head.

"I'm so glad...." He choked out the whisper, the emotion in his tone making your stomach twist. If you ever had any doubt about his intentions or feelings, they were now completely gone. You hummed and pressed your cheek to the top of his head, getting rapidly used to the feeling of being under him.

"I was the one worried...I hope I wasn't too...underwhelming." You tried your best to hide it, but Lucifer most probably heard the hint of insecurity in your tone. 

It wasn't a secret that Lucifer was a popular man, known for charming angels left and right—well, used to at least—before he met you.

So knowing that you were the obviously not experienced virgin in this relationship—again, used to be—made you a little self-conscious.

Lucifer frowned instantly when he realized what you were implying. He leaned back a bit, so that you could look at his face. He cupped his hand under your chin and tipped your head back, so he could meet your eyes with his own. The look wasn't sweet though, it was more as if you had grown two heads. 

Although for Lucifer, that would've been a lot less weirder than what you just said.

"Underwhelming? Underwhelming?!" He echoed with an incredulous tone, like he couldn't believe someone as smart as you would say something so stupid. He pulled back to rest on his elbows with a loud, almost pained groan. "Oh, my love....god, if you would just..."

Your eyes widened a little as he sighed again dramatically before he finally continued. "Oh if you would just see yourself right now..." 

His one arm shifted to run his hand down the side of your squishy flesh until it found its place on your love handles, his eyes following the same path.

"If you would just feel yourself..." This time, his words came with a rut of his hips that made your lips part with a silent moan from the reminder that he was still buried deep inside of you. "Then you wouldn't have even dared to utter those words to me." 

It was like you were taking turns making each other blush at this point. You couldn't say anything else after that. All you could do was lay there with a flutter in your heart and a sparkle in your eyes.

"It's that sugar talking that got me in this position in the first place." You whispered cheekily, too shy to fully acknowledge his words but he understood, you never needed to elaborate much with him.

"Mhmm...well, you were perfect..." He murmured, pressing another kiss to your temple, making you giggle happily. "Absolutely perfect."

Then he shifted slightly, pulling out of you with a soft hiss, his hands immediately smoothing over your thighs in apology when you whimpered at the sudden emptiness.

"Shh...I've got you," He soothed, gathering you against his chest as he sat up with his back leaned against the trunk of the large tree. While you leaned back against his chest with a shaky sigh. His large wings shooting back out of his back to wrap around you, shielding your bare body from the chill in the air. Holding you close like a silent promise for a future to come.

You went quiet again, simply staring ahead at the lake in front of you, while Lucifer pressed his cheek to the top of your head. His arms wrapping around you, his wrist flicking up and down as his hand rubbed over your upper arm, warming you up. You let your head fall back into his shoulder, right where the crook of his neck was. Thoughts swirling in your mind, lots of thoughts. Though unlike earlier, you didn't let yourself fall too deep into that deep sea of overthinking.

"Lucifer....?"

"Mhmm."

You went silent again, taking a split second to contemplate your next words, but knowing that he gets easily anxious from your lack of speech, you went right ahead, "Do you want to move in together?"

You could hear his breath hitch, it made you smile a little as you moved and turned your head back just enough to look at him. Lucifer's golden eyes widened, completely frozen. For a few seconds, he didn't even blink.

He had been thinking about it. Obviously. He was absolutely obsessed with you. So the thought of not seeing your face every morning when he woke up? Truly, it was unbelievable, but he never brought it up. Not wanting to push.

"...You mean...move in as in...live together...with you?" He repeated dumbly, voice unusually high-pitched for someone as usually composed and smooth-talking as him. You lightly bit the inside of your cheek as you tried not to laugh at his reaction. "Yes, my darling....that's what moving together means." 

For a solid five seconds, he just stared at you. You were growing a little worried but his brain had simply short-circuited at your response.

"Yes." The word came out fast. Almost too fast. He kissed your forehead again before cupping your cheeks and squishing them with both hands to press a proper kiss onto your lips—one filled with so much excitement that it was borderline giddy.

"God yes." he whispered against your mouth between kisses, "A thousand times yes."

You let out an excited giggle of your own. Although the sound barely got out from the amount of kisses he pressed to your face and lips.

"You sound like you just got proposed to." You managed to tease despite him squeezing the life out of you.

Lucifer didn't even care about the teasing, he was too busy being the happiest man in Eden right now. He ignored your comment and just kept planting kisses everywhere, your cheeks, nose, forehead, pretty much anywhere his lips could reach. He looked like a puppy who had been given a steak. Literally vibrating with joy against you.

"Shut up," He muttered between pecks before finally capturing your lips again for another long kiss.

But then he paused—mid kiss attack—to actually consider that. His nose scrunched as he thought about it, for barely a second, before a huge grin split his face. 

Biting his bottom lip, he pressed your foreheads so close together that your noses were connecting.

"I will."

Your expression turned from amusement to slight confusion at those words. But he only choked out another laugh.

"My god, do I love you." Was all he said before bringing you into another bone crushing hug while you tsked in annoyance.

"You will what??? Tell me~??" You complained into his neck but he only brought you closer, adding a wet, sloppy kiss to your cheek, "Don't worry about it. Just know that when the right day comes, I'll do it."

Despite him not directly saying the words, you were smart enough to pick up the context clues. And even though you started it with the teasing, you ended up being the one with the blushing cheeks, "I'll hold you to that." 

Lucifer's heart literally melted at your response. The way he could feel your cheeks warm up, the softness in your voice—if he could bottle this moment and keep it inside his heart forever, he would do that. He buried his nose into your hair, kissing you there again, "You do just that, my love."

You grinned at the nickname, then turned your body in his hold so you could nestle against him properly. So you could, with a final sigh, repeat those three words again.

"I love you, Lucifer."

His stomach flipped, and his heart fluttered. Yeah, it doesn't seem like he'll get used to you saying that anytime soon.

"And I love you even more."

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"And that's basically the gist of it."

Your husband declared boisterously, his cheeks had a slight pinkish hue to it from how much he had sipped on his wine throughout the story. Yet there was a sparkle to his eyes from the memories of your days from long, long ago.

"What the fuck...." Was all that Beel managed to utter out, while the others sat around with half-shocked, half-amused expressions. "That's why yall got kicked out ???"

"Well, we did cause a lot of trouble in general but then- Ohhh~" Lucifer stopped mid sentence with a drawn out laugh, making you chuckle a little at the sight before he continued. "As if that wasn't enough, we then got married in secret," 

You had started fiddling with a random thread on your sleeve, a light smile on your face as you listened to him. Before you noticed that he had trailed off, you glanced up, only to see him already gazing down at you, with that same look in his eyes from centuries ago.

Someone—probably Ozzie—cleared their throat loudly, pulling you out of your daze. Lucifer looked up with an airy 'Mhm~?'. Making Beel click her tongue in annoyance, "Hello?? Finish the story??"

"Oh, I thought you knew this part-Well, the high counsel found out and flipped because they're a bunch of haters and banished us out and now we're here. The end." He finally finished with a shrug, his free arm moving to bring you closer.

Beel dramatically threw her hands up, the wine glass in her grip almost tipping over, if it wasn't for Mammon holding it up, only for the demoness to snatch her hand away with a mean glare. And those two were now fighting-

"Okay but—" Asmodeus cut in, leaning forward with his chin resting on intertwined fingers, "You two were  married and sneaking around for how long? Like...months?"

Lucifer smirked and took another lazy sip of his drink before answering.

"A year and three months." He said casually, as if that wasn't the longest secret marriage anyone had ever pulled off in Heaven's history. A beat of silence passed before-

"A WHOLE ASS YEAR?!"

Mammon screeched so loud that even Satan flinched slightly from across the room where he’d been quietly listening and observing this whole time.

Meanwhile you—still tucked under Lucifer’s arm—simply giggled at their reactions. "Thinking about it now, it wasn't that hard." You added softly, 

"At that point, we had already moved together and had been dating for a while, so everyone knew that." You took a sip of your own drink before continuing with a thoughtful hum. "Then we got some rings made but only wore them like pendants on necklaces that we hid under our clothes." 

Lucifer's band on your shoulder gave a little squeeze, almost as if he was apologizing for what the two of you had to go through.

"No one was suspecting anything. But as Luci said, we were already causing trouble by not submitting their rules and ideologies," You mumbled with a shrug, your fingers fiddling with your wedding ring.

The one that you'd been proudly and unashamedly wearing in the out for centuries now.

"They needed a reason to kick us out, and finding out that we'd been married for a year, in secret, without going through the proper procedures and getting the proper blessings, adding up to everything else, it was deemed enough."

Beelzebub looked absolutely horrified. Her face scrunched up in pure disbelief, her drink and fight with Mammon completely forgotten on the table.

Silence filled the room just in general. Most of the high ranking demons, sins and even some sinners had a general idea of your backstory. Though most didn't actually know when the two of you got married, or how, let alone the fact that it was technically the reason behind your fall.

"Wow." Asmodeus drawled out, sounding more disturbed than anything. "So you mean to tell me that y'all were the original semi-enemies to lovers?" 

"Pretty much~" Lucifer simply singsonged and pressed a quick kiss to the top of your head.

"Ewwwww. I thought this would a sexy story but it's just sappy as fuck." Asmo groaned out with a roll of his eyes, making Beel scold him,

"Not everything's about sex, Ozzie~ It's romantic and sweet. Even them falling together from heaven because of something so stupid is romantic~" Her tone was all dreamy as she said that, all while staring at the two of you as if you were two star crossed lovers in the main act of a Shakespearean play.

"We did have mind blowing sex in the sacred garden of Eden, if that makes you feel any better- oof-" Your husband's words were cut off by a hard punch to his chest and a glare from you.

"Why would you even-"

"They had to know, baby~" He whined as if he had been wronged, but it only earned him a defeated roll of your eyes, though even that he loved. 

He loved it when you got annoyed at him. He just loved you.

"Mhmm, now that is sexy~" The lustful prince drawled out, his tongue slipping up to run over a set of pearly teeth, his eyes finally sparkling with interest as he added. "Tell us more, Luci~"

"Oh, gladly-"

"NO!"

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About an hour later, your house was finally free of guests and quiet again. Honestly, you had to kick them out, they had spent the last hour of the night analyzing and discussing every part of your meet-cute like it was a chick flick.

The only sound present now was of you and Lucifer moving around the living room while cleaning up. Although you have maids that take care of the palace work, the two of you had dismissed them early on in the evening, even before any of your friends had arrived.

You were picking up some of the wine glasses while Lucifer wiped the tables. Glancing up at you, he found you zoning off at a corner.

"Sweetheart?"

"Mhmm..." You replied, snapping out of your thoughts to look at him. He only gave a quirk of his lips back.

"What's on your mind, my love...?" 

You looked away sheepishly, forgetting for a second that he can pretty much read your mind, "Nothing. Just...reminiscing I guess. We hadn't really told our story to anyone before. Well...except Charlie when she was still young."

Lucifer's expression softened instantly into a smile, "She used to make me tell it to her every night in bed."

You smiled at that while he set the rag down on the counter and walked over to you, his bare feet making no sound against the marble floor. Without another word, he pulled you into a tight embrace—wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin atop your shoulder. The scent of wine still lingered faintly on him from earlier.

"It felt nice though..." he murmured into your hair, "Telling them about us."

His embrace tightened just slightly, pulling you flush against him as he rocked both of you side-to-side ever so lightly—the same way you danced under the dark heavenly sky on your secret wedding day.

"You were sooo beautiful back then..." 

You chuckled bashfully while he pressed a few gentle kisses along your temple between sentences. "...and even more now..."

Your heart swelled with affection as he continued to pepper your face in soft kisses. Each one was slow, deliberate, full of the same passion that had kept you together for centuries. You turned your head slightly and caught his lips with yours for a quick peck. Smiling shyly into it at his sweet compliment, but too embarrassed to actually acknowledge it.

"I enjoyed it too...." You went back to the original topic, carefully placing a couple more whiskey and wine glasses into the sink as you continued, "I love our story. It's nice talking about it with other people."

Lucifer hummed thoughtfully, his lips still pressed to your hair, before finally pulling away when you turned around in his hold.

"Yeah....we should do it more." He murmured warmly, his hands moving from your waist to your own ones. He then brought them up to his lips and pressed a few kisses on your knuckles as he started to walk backwards, pulling you along and out of the open kitchen.

You were smiling sweetly at his affection, before it dropped into a deadpanned expression when he added, "Especially the part about the 'mind blowing sex'"

"Oh my gosh, would you quit it already." You complained with an exasperated tone as you let him tug you towards the living room again.

"What?? You have to admit it, it was pretty great~" Your husband proudly boasted, taking a second to stop in his tracks and give you a wiggle of his brows.

"Yeah but...you've had better days."

He gave you an offended look, "Wowww wow wow~"

"I'm just saying~" You giggled with a shrug of your shoulders, while you both made your way to a random armchair.

"I mean, I've definitely learned a few tricks since then." Lucifer added playfully as he plopped down onto the armchair. Still holding one of your hands in his, steadying you as you took a seat on his lap.

"Mhmm, you sure have. I can vouch for it~" You replied with equal playfulness while he gave you a sarcastic nod, "Great. Nice to know that I've made some progress over the centuries."

That brought a full laugh out of you this time, making Lucifer grin and squeeze you close—getting cuteness aggression towards you. He couldn't resist, your laugh was his favorite sound in the entire universe. And you did it right back, your arms moving to wrap around his neck. Twisting and curling your body against his as you hugged his head closer to your chest.

Resting your chin on top of it, pressing a soft kiss to his hair, getting a whiff of his shampoo, the familiar smell relaxing you. All while Lucifer sighs contently, his hands moving up and down your back. Gently pressing them against it, squeezing the fat to give you a makeshift massage.

Although it was peaceful, you didn't let the silence hang for too long, "Darling...?"

"Mhmm." He sounded more drowsy than anything but you knew he was paying attention.

"Do you ever-" You trailed off, gathering your thoughts—or rather, you were being hesitant.

After a moment, Lucifer lifted his head from your chest to rest it against the back of the chair and look at you. But he only distracted you with his cheeks that were slightly flushed from rubbing against your top.

"Tell me..." His quiet words snapped you out of your distraction. You moved your hand to absentmindedly play with the short hairs at the back of his neck.

"Just...You never regret it...?" You were being vague, but he knew what you meant.

The playfulness in his expression melted as he searched your eyes. Yet, he couldn't find any hint of insecurity, only a little curiosity. You knew the answer deep down. You had no doubt about it. But revisiting your history made you want to have this conversation again, thinking that you'd maybe get some new insight.

Lucifer took a second, not to think about the question, just to look at you.

"No." His answer was firm, unwavering as usual. You leaned your side closer against his chest, giving him a funny look. He chuckled and brought a hand up to swipe at the apple of your cheek. 

"Never."

You let his words sink in for a moment, your gaze ran over his features that were only lit up by the moonlight coming through the giant windows behind you.

Your voice was soft when you finally replied, not wanting to disturb the quietude of the air around you, "Even knowing how it would all end?"

Lucifer exhaled through his nose—not a sigh, but something more like a hum of realization. Like he was remembering that fateful night vividly.

The moment the High Council had announced their decision to cast you both out. The screaming matches. The anger in Heaven's celestial halls. 

Your combined cries as the divine skies opened up, letting you fall through—once and for all.

"Especially knowing how it would all end."

There wasn't an ounce of hesitation or bitterness in his tone. Just acceptance. A steady truth that he had carried for centuries now, since the very moment you were both cast out into Hell.

The smile that you had been hiding from the start of this conversation finally bloomed. His answer was exactly as expected, but hearing it out loud warmed you from the inside out.

His fingers trailed from your cheek down to your jawline before he cupped it entirely, tilting your face slightly upwards so that he could press a slow kiss to the center of your forehead, lingering there for several heartbeats.

"I wouldn't trade this life with you...for anything." He paused, "Not even Heaven."

You pressed your face closer to his, one hand moving to hold the side of it, while your other one went to rest on his chest, "That's good to know." 

Your husband grinned at that, finding your reply a little funny. You giggled back before adding tenderly, the sincerity overflowing from your words, "I love being married to you. I love our life here. So much, I really do."

Lucifer's breath hitched at the sweetness of your confession. He let his head fall into your chest, then lifted it back up to press and nuzzle your cheeks together, the surge of love in his heart too strong to contain.

"Oh, sweetheart...I love being married to you." You felt him press his nose against your cheek and you slipped your fingers into his blond locks to give them a quick affectionate ruffle as he continued.

"More than anything in existence....God would know." Your head fell back with a loud laugh at that, the irony in it not escaping you, "He sure would."

Your answer slipped out with a breathless sigh alongside it as your laughter settled down. Only to find him staring up at you. Gaze so loving that it almost conveyed the absolute adoration he felt for you. Almost.

You cupped his cheek once more and leaned in. Pressing a long, devoted kiss to his lips, breaking it for a moment, only to go back with another smiley peck.

Finally, you whispered your final words of the night to him. In the darkness of your living room and with peace in your heart.

"I love you, Lucifer."

The words were so simple. So familiar to Lucifer's ears at this point. He'd hear you say them first thing in the morning, probably twice more throughout the day, then he'd hear them again right before falling asleep. 

Yet, they still made his heart flip, the same exact way it did back in that lake. 

"And I love you, darling. Always and forever."

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‧₊♡Pure Vanilla Cookie Masterlist♡₊‧

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Headcanons ╰┈➤ Cuddling hcs with him (gn!reader)

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One-Shots ╰┈➤ Your Love Is Finite | You decided to bake some cupcakes for your overworked husband. Surely nothing will go wrong! (gn!reader) ╰┈➤ angst, arranged marriage, mutual pining, hurt/no comfort, insecure!reader, misunderstandings ╰┈➤ My (Need For) Love Is Never-Ending | You realized long ago that for as much as you loved your arranged husband — and as much as he liked you back — you'd never be enough. Not for him, not with her around. Fortunately, you've found a way to deal with that problem ╰┈➤ angst, arranged marriage, mutual pining, hurt/no comfort, insecure!reader, self-harm, unhappy ending

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Vignettes ╰┈➤ W.I.P.

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Series/Fics ╰┈➤ W.I.P.

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One day, Qifrey will prefer to die in the arms and lips of his sky's kindest most radiant Star ✨

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Daydreaming

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The voice acting didn’t have to hit like that

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you have to unmute the voice acting is Oscar worthy

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he sounds like an anime villain

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5 Tiny Writing Tips That Aren’t Talked About Enough (but work for me)

These are some lowkey underrated tips I’ve seen floating around writing communities — the kind that don’t get flashy attention but seriously changed how I write.

1. Put “he/she/they” at the start of the sentence less often.

Try switching up your sentence rhythm. Instead of

“She walked to the window,”

try

“The window creaked open under her touch.”

Keeps it fresh and stops the paragraph from sounding like a checklist.

2. Don’t describe everything — describe what matters.

Instead of listing every detail in a room, pick 2–3 objects that say something.

“A half-drunk mug of tea and a knife on the table”

sets a way stronger tone than

“There was a wooden table, two chairs, and a shelf.”

3. Use beats instead of dialogue tags sometimes.

Instead of:

"I'm fine," she said.

Try:

"I'm fine." She wiped her hands on her skirt.

It helps shows emotion, and movement.

4. Write your first draft like no one will ever read it.

No pressure. No perfection. Just vibes. The point of draft one is to exist. Let it be messy and weird — future you will thank you for at least something to edit.

5. When stuck, ask: “What’s the most fun thing that could happen next?”

Not logical. Not realistic. FUN. It doesn’t have to stay — but chasing excitement can blast through writer’s block and give you ideas you actually want to write.

What’s a tip that unexpectedly helped with your writing? Let me know!! 🍒

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