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[cherukess]

[𝟏𝟎:𝟏𝟓𝐚𝐦] 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 ☼ the morning sun spews against the translucent curtains of lucifer’s room, casting rays upon his black slick sheets and flushed skins that laid beneath the bedsheets. your eyes twitch open at birds chirping, something you were shocked to hear first thing in the morning considering that on this time of your day, you would’ve fallen asleep by the sound of the birds. it’s a first for you to be awake like this, but it was many firsts for you to find yourself tangled in lucifer’s sheets, tangled in lucifer’s arms. 

turning over to meet your boyfriend’s face, you smile softly at the peaceful features lucifer has on his dream-filled sleep. his chest rises with calm breaths, his bangs drape over his lashes, and his skin is flushed from the night before, small bruises littering all over his neck down to his chest. nevertheless, it’s a pretty sight for you, and you draw your fingers over to trace at his marks, proud of your artwork. 

what did i do to deserve this man? you thought deeply to yourself, unaware that the smile on your lips has stretched into a bigger one. you never thought that you’d end up in this situation; hell, you never thought that you’d land in devildom in the first place. it was indeed a wonder how a fallen angel like lucifer allowed you to get on his good graces, and to think of what your parents would think when you would break the news about your relationship with him. the very thought makes you chuckle, but it’s a sound that’s loud enough to break your lover from his slumber. 

lucifer groans a bit before fluttering his eyes open, his vision trying to focus on his surroundings. even when his vision is unfocused, he knows that you are wide awake, looking at him sweetly like he was a morningstar gleaming at the dawn of day. the thought makes him smile as he brings a hand to tuck a strand behind your ear, his heart swelling with a feeling he has learned to deem as love. “staring at me now, are you? does my sleep calm you?” 

“you already speak highly for a man who has just woken up.” you snark but chuckle anyway. “yes, luci. seeing you asleep puts me at ease. it calms my worries when i don’t see you overworking yourself to the bone.” 

this puts a smile on lucifer as he leans forward to kiss you sweetly on the lips, a stark contrast to last night’s events where your exchange of kisses were hotter and sloppier. you smile onto the tender kiss, and pull a way for a bit to stare into lucifer’s ruby-shining eyes before kissing him again, this time firm but loving nonetheless. the both of you knew that a long day was ahead of you both, and that you wouldn’t have so much time to see each other because of many events, but lucifer and you were sure that at the end of it all, the both of you would always find yourselves back at each other’s arms until the end of time comes.

[cherukess]

[𝟗:𝟐𝟓𝐩𝐦] 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫  ☾  the hut was warmly lit with torches and led lights that spread down from every corner of the walls. a great feast was laid upon the table, food stemming from a variety which included roasted pig, skinned sashimi, grilled food, and a ton of seafood that stretched across two long tables. the sea breeze was cool, the sand was warm on your feet, and the laughter that filled the faint music blasting on the speakers was nothing but a joyous melody that would soon fade into a precious memory in their ears. 

it was the happiest the bunch has ever been. all the brothers plus you sat in front of the delectable feast, and you indulged yourselves in today’s events that were definitely worth bringing up. “do you remember when mammon got water sucked into his nose and ended up losing the swimming competition?! i’m so glad i got that on camera!” leviathan laughed, enlightening the rest of the table with the winner snapshot of their second eldest in his midst of suffering. mammon, the man of the hour, then started throwing hands at leviathan’s phone and exclaimed for him to delete it, creating a rouse of chaos that got satan involved because of a food splatter that landed on the brochure he was studying. 

“literal children.” you heard lucifer sigh beside you, taking a good amount of sashimi in his mouth as he watched his brothers quarrel with an unimpressed glare. you giggled at how tired his voice sounded and slid him a shot of sake. “admit it. you’re having as much fun as we are.” 

the eldest scoffed, but accepted the shot nonetheless. “the lot of you more than i am.” 

when lucifer placed the shot glass down, he stared across the table at his six other brothers and you. the smiles that adorned your faces, the screams and childish squabble that you all never got tired of doing; it seemed as if this night has done something magical to make the entire family happier, make them...whole. 

no, it couldn’t be the night. lucifer then hovered his gaze over to you, the oh-so persistent and stubborn you. he suddenly recalled a memory of the both you from not too long ago, perhaps five months ago. he specifically told you not to meddle with family affairs, yet he knew that you wouldn’t listen. he never understood why you were so determined to help him and his brothers out. you were dealing with demons after all. why should the problems of demons matter to humans like you? solomon was one thing, but you were an entirely different case. 

a unique case.

at that very moment that lucifer kept his gaze trained on yours, he felt his world starting to spin slowly. suddenly, the figures from his peripheral were blurred and paused, as he could focus on you and only you. his eternal heart began to thump against his chest, and he felt the apples of his cheeks beginning to heat up at the sight of your smile, the sight of your joy. lucifer thought it was just the alcohol kicking in, yet he was reminded of your effect on him and how it made him look like an utter fool in love. 

“i am a slave of your love, ready to love someone like you. until your heart becomes mine, you will not be fooled. you are the light in the dark and the brightness of the stars.” the echoes of the music playing in the background tuned louder to lucifer’s ears, and with the unconscious grip on his shot glass, he dimly wondered how such a human being like you was able to make him fall harder than he’s ever fallen. 

“...fer, lucifer!” 

the said man’s world started to function once again at the mention of his name as he blinked at you, snapping out from his thoughts. “w-what is it, [first name]?” 

he definitely wanted to kiss that smirk off your face. “nothing. just wondering what was in that pretty little head of yours.” 

oh, believe me. lucifer thought once you got back to chatting with asmodeus, your perfect smile and your perfect features etched into his vision. it’s nothing an avatar of pride would even handle.