IN WHCH.. you feel more neglect than love in your relationship with Lucifer.
TW: Reader feels like a burden, hurt / no comfort, Lucifer is neglectful, NOT proofread, Lucifer puts his work before you.
A/N: Thank you for the request!! I LOVE angst omg. Hope you like this!! ❤︎ ya!!
He was attentive. Clingy, even. Lucifer’s slender arms would wrap around you, his sharp jawline hoisted in the crook of your neck. He’d tickle his long, dark lashes on your cheek to make you laugh.
His gloved hands would be on you through out the day. Along your waist as he hugged you from behind, brushing against your shoulder blades as you work on making dinner for his brothers, or even when they danced against your palms when he wanted to trap you beneath him.
His eyes were always on you. Red, fire filled pupils dancing across your naked skin as you pull yourself from bed in the morning. They lingered on your neck, which was doused in concealer to hide the hickeys he left. When he used to mark you as his.
When he was proud to show you off.
His brothers yearn for you, even if they won’t admit it. But having you in his arms, tracing his name against your frame to lull you into slumber, watching as his brothers glared from the other parts of the couch made it worth it. You were his. Not theirs. And you thought he was yours, too.
But soon, he was dragged away. He started getting up early, showering and making himself coffee before you even began to crack your eyes open.
And then, he’d start coming back late. Softly clicking his door closed behind him, gentle to not make his brothers wake up. Surprised to see you barely awake, sitting up on his massive bed.
“Diavolo’s paperwork held me up.” He’d always say, brushing his teeth and getting comfortable in bed; before sitting up and pulling out some more papers from his folder.
You’d try to stay awake, desperate to have some alone time with Lucifer before you don’t see him tomorrow.
You ran your hand down his back, gently and slowly, like he used to say he liked. You recall how it used to send shivers down his spine, and when you’d ask, he’d laugh and tell you your touch as that effect.
However this time, he stays perfectly still. Not even casting you a glance as he whispers, “I have to get this done, love.” Before pushing your hand away.
You looked at him with sad eyes, before gently lying down and turning your back to him.
He knows you only sleep with your back turned to him when you’re upset, so hopefully this will get his attention.
You waited for a few minutes, clutching your hand to your chest, hopeful in your attempt to get him to notice something’s wrong. But, of course, he doesn’t.
An hour, you think, passes. You’re unable to keep your eyes open, yet unable to silence your thoughts. You were in a hideous state of limbo for him. Because of him.
And the next movements you feel from him are precise. He lays his stack of papers on his night stand, before closing his glasses and resting them beside his workload. Lucifer blows out the candlelight and curls his body away from you. His back facing yours.
Tears well up in your scrunched eyes. Perhaps, if you wake up early enough, you’ll be able to talk to him again.
But he was gone before you knew it. Day by day he started to leave earlier and earlier, barely sparing you a thought before walking out the front door.
It felt like he was leaving you. Leaving your relationship.
His brothers tried to help, distracting you from his absence. Mammon and Levi would bicker infront of you, hoping It’d distract you from the ticking clock. Satan and Asmo would help you with your insistent amount of homework. Beel and Belphie would lay with you on the couch, trying to include you into conversation.
And soon, you were left alone with Lucifer. At the very rare times like these, you two would take full advantage. But now, it seemed like he didn’t even notice. Like he couldn’t look up from his quill.
You stood infront of the large, hidden door. His secret office he’d been frequenting for months now. Months of neglect, pain, and quiet suffering. Your knuckles hovered over the expensive material, ready to knock.
But before you could get any closer to the door you tugged your hand back to your side. Never the burden.
Tears started to feel normal on your cheeks, like an everyday thing you couldn’t avoid. They lost their meaning, just like your relationship.
Perhaps you knew this wouldn’t last. Maybe you decided to look past that; maybe your love for the demon was too strong. Maybe you couldn’t talk to him because you still love him. Forever caught in a lazy dance of pain; a dance where you could feel the heat of the others body, but could never confirm it for yourself.
One where you watched your Lucifer fade into a shadow of he once used to be. Of who you thought he could be.
