The ghost of you
Pairing: Lucifer x F!Reader
Summary: You had died from the extermination three years prior and Lucifer was missing you.
Warnings: lucifer is sad which is depressing srry guys
Word Count: 686
Lucifer had always known how bad the extermination was, how bad it was getting. He figured that Adam and his flock of angels would eventually get sick of killing the wretched. However after time that seemed to not be the case. Of course Lucifer cared about the execution and how it hurt people but he never cared much of it. Considering he couldn’t be killed by the angels.
That was until you.
You had fallen into his arms, quite literally. You had curled yourself into his life making him fall in love with you faster than he had ever meant to. The way your hair fell down your shoulders, to the way you laughed at his unfunny jokes. Everything about you had seemed like a dream. A dream that he never wanted to end, but of course all good things come to an end eventually.
You were no longer there when he woke up. Your lipstick stain on your mug was fading as more time passed. Everything that had belonged to you is now gone. His house seemed boring, less fun since you had been gone.
He knew he needed to move on and he thought he had. That was until he was going through the boxes of everything that reminded him of you. There was one with your clothes and some with your favorite things, and another filled with your love letters and the ducks he made to look just like you.
He slowly reached in, grabbing the black shirt you had always worn. It was a torn up black shirt you had stolen after he tried to do your laundry and dyed all your white clothes pink. He was so sure that you were gonna be mad but instead you laughed and kissed him before stealing some of his clothes as your revenge. Which wasn’t revenge since he loved seeing you in his clothes.
He brought the shirt to his face, inhaling what was left of your scent. He hadn’t noticed the tears fall until he pulled the shirt away noticing a wet patch.
“Shit” He whispers, trying to dry the shirt quickly so nothing would be different if you happened to come back. Which he knew was impossible. He had watched you die in front of him.
His eyes closed slowly as he pictured you in the shirt again.You ran down the stairs and jumped into his arms making sure to kiss him with all your might. Even though he knew he was dreaming it up, he still reached out for you. This time he could feel you. He could feel your soft skin, he could smell the vanilla lotion and perfume you always put on. He could feel every inch of your body as he held you in his arms. His arms wrapped around your waist pulling you flush into his body. The music flowed through the air as you looked up at him.
He tried so hard to remember that none of this was real but the minute you looked up at him like that all sensibility was lost.
“I love you” He said as your bodies swayed to the music “And i miss you”.
“But I'm right here” You giggled. “And I was gone for like five minutes”.
If only you knew five minutes was actually three years.
“I know” He smiles sadly as you lay your head on his chest. He kept reminding himself that this wasn’t real, but he wanted to believe this wasn't his grief. He wanted to believe that you dying had actually been a nightmare from the nap he took earlier.
You dance slowly to the song until it ends leaving Lucifer in tears as the sensation of you in his arms faded out. He kept his eyes shut till the weight of your body and the music was completely gone. A sob escaped his lips as he realized you were gone again. He opened his eyes to the quiet and empty room, the room you two had once shared. Again he was alone, but for a moment he had you with him again.
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