You find a suspicious letter lying on the ground in front of the House of Lamentation. A trail of blood leads away from the building. You pick the letter up and find your name on the envelope. And against your better judgment, you open it.
Hello. Let me start by assuring you that this letter is not cursed in any way, so please, read it. At the time of me writing this, I'm still not sure that I'll even be able to deliver it to you. I have a plan, a very risky one. I'll probably have to sacrifice a limb. Or two. But I have no choice. Only you can help me. I'm begging you, please, read this letter until the end.
I don't think you know who I am. My entire life turned upside down because of you, but you probably aren't even aware of my existence. I know how much they protect you. And it's certainly in their power to prevent any upsetting information from reaching your ears. They coddle you so much. Do you even remember what pain feels like at this point?
But I digress. My name doesn't really matter. I've been through so much that I don't feel like myself anyway. If I get out of all of this alive, I'll change my name, identity, and appearance, and claw my way through all the circles of Hell to get to the Human Realm. Because there is no way I'm staying in the Devildom. I can't.
What you need to know is that at this moment, I'm the public enemy number one. Before that, I was a private investigator. I didn't have a badge, but I still served the common folk. I had a pretty big channel on Deviltube. Politics, controversies, dirty secrets of nobles—there were no forbidden themes on my channel. I was famous for my honesty, for exposing the truth. And one day, I uploaded a video about the most controversial person of all. About you.
Yeah, you are not as slick as you think. These rumors about you dating all the Seven Rulers, the vague evidence of you trying to seduce our future king, the absolutely vile gossip about you and that angel, or whatever he is right now... I've proven all of them to be true! And even more! You had sex with some butler right at the castle! During a party! Everybody heard you two, you know. It was forbidden to discuss, but no matter how hard everyone pretends, the music just wasn't loud enough.
I also had some not-safe-for-work photos of you and that human sorcerer. But I'll be honest, they weren't even featured in a video. Everybody got tired of Solomon's romantic escapades around five hundred years ago. Do you even know that he had one thousand partners? All thousand of them at the same time. Yeah, you are not special.
Except apparently you are! Because literally all hell broke loose as soon as I published my video. It was taken down within several minutes. By the request of that damn company that allegedly protects your public identity now. You probably don't even know about its existence. Imagine a whole office full of demons tracking all the mentions of your persona on the internet. On taxpayers’ money. I wasn't shocked when I found out that Asmodeus was its owner. But when I learned that it was Lucifer who approved an enormous budget for that ridiculous purpose, I was appalled. I always thought that he was much more responsible with money. Though, after everything I've experienced lately, his actions don't surprise me anymore. It's clear that he is under your thumb just like everybody else.
Losing the video I've worked so hard on was stressful. I was furious, not understanding that it was just the beginning. Meanwhile, Asmodeus clearly mentioned this incident to the rest of your... Who are they at this point? Boyfriends? There were some rumors about marriage, but you couldn't marry all of them, right? Polygamy has always existed in the Devildom, but aren't you too greedy? Are you trying to break Solomon's record? Maybe all humans are simply insatiable? Even Asmodeus is less of a playboy. How do you even have the stamina to
They didn't wait long to make a move. It all started with horrifying nightmares, clearly a courtesy of Belphegor. And when I say horrifying, I actually mean "ultrarealistic inescapable torture that traps you within your own mind with your worst fears". Sounds lovely, doesn't it? No words can describe how awful these nightmares were. When I finally woke up, I swear, I didn't recognize myself in the mirror. All the light escaped my eyes, and I looked like I was on the verge of death.
I soon realized that I was literally about to die when Satan broke into my house. I don't know if he and Belphegor planned their double attack or if it was just a coincidence. But I managed to run away. For a long time, I didn't even know what happened to my house. You know, the one I've been living in for seven centuries. Recently I succumbed to the temptation and sneaked there to check.
It's fully gone. Some remnants of my personal belongings are scattered on the ground. The debris is now permanently covered in the raging green fire. At least the neighbors were spared.
While I was on the run, several friends called me and let me know that apparently I became a fugitive. Lord Diavolo issued a warrant of my arrest. Everywhere I went there were guards waiting for me, ready to catch me toss and me in jail. After a while I started to think that I should've just gone with them. But against my better judgment, I continued to run.
Soon I realized that my phone was the problem. Someone was clearly tracking my movements through that damn thing. I noticed some virus files named "Stay_Away_From_My_Henry" and "Lord_Of_Shadow_Will_Get_You_LOL" right before I destroyed my phone, but I couldn't make sense of them. Maybe they mean something to you.
I was alone and without any means to contact anyone who could help me. Not even my lawyer! I tried to lay low, but someone always was on my tail. Probably whoever hacked my phone was watching me through security cameras around the city. I can't imagine who aside from the Seven Rulers could get clearance to access all the cameras in the Devildom, so it must’ve been one of your guys as well.
I wasn't sure how I was escaping. It was the only thing that went surprisingly well. But whenever I tried to find shelter or a transport to get as far away as possible, my luck was non-existent. Everything that could've gone wrong went wrong. Think of any negative outcome you can imagine, and it probably happened. I tried to hide in an abandoned building. It collapsed on me right away and almost buried me alive. I tried to take a bus. I was the only passenger, and it plummeted down the bridge as it was crossing it. The driver jumped out just in time. I wasn't so lucky. Then I tried to steal a car. And almost got suffocated by a self-activated airbag.
It took me some time to remember that Mammon can influence one's luck. It became widely known after some of his messy breakups. Word of caution: don't break up with or divorce him. It's not fun to be trapped in a bus while you're flying into a river, trust me.
Scratch that, don't break up with any of them, period. If my experience is any indication, none of them will let you go easily. You are stuck with them now; I hope you understand it. I bet they only ever let you see their "good side", but all of them are rotten.
Except for your angel lover. Never thought I'd say this about an angel, but he is not that bad. He is the only person who didn't torture me, and it means a lot to me lately.
Soon, the number of pursuers increased. I eavesdropped on some of them and learned that there was new blood among the guards Lord Diavolo sent. Solomon the Wise offered his services, and now all the demons he had contracts with were also chasing me around the realm.
The endless running finally stopped only when Lucifer himself decided to get involved. He appeared in front of me out of nowhere, grabbed me, and teleported away.
Did you know that he has five secret torture rooms hidden throughout the Devildom? I've visited them all. I must admit, they are pretty tasteful. Minimalistic decor, relaxing dim light, clean floors and instruments.
Lucifer wasn't much of a talker, at least around me. He clearly is a man of action and prefers to work efficiently. I got the opportunity to fully experience how imaginative he is as well. Though, the worst torture devices were of human origin. Some inventions currently can only be seen on the pages of human history books, but Lucifer replicated them to the tiniest of details.
When there was very little of me left, he summoned Beelzebub. A very hungry Beelzebub.
Have you ever been eaten alive? I assume not. Maybe you'll get to experience it one day if you anger one of your darling boyfriends. Or if you make him too excited. There is no win here, really. I don't know what you were thinking when you started dating this guy.
I'll spare you the details. Just know that every single cell of my body was put through a wringer. I can only thank my dear grandma for genes of incredible durability and regeneration. As long as something of me still exists, I can restore myself.
I regained my consciousness in the sewers. I'll leave it to your deduction skills to figure out how I got there. I was reforming my body slowly, piece by piece. And when I finally got a more or less stable structure and collapsed from exhaustion, I was greeted by another nightmare.
And then I woke up in my house. I know. I was confused too. At first, I thought that everything that happened was part of the nightmare, and Belphegor was just messing with my head. But it was far worse.
Everything repeated itself. Everything. Satan barging in, the endless chase, Lucifer, Beelzebub... I woke up in the sewers, regenerated, collapsed, and then woke up once more, in my house.
No matter what I did to change the outcome, nothing helped. I tried to give myself up willingly to the demons that chased me. Instead of taking me to jail, they dragged me to Lucifer, at his personal request.
Next time I went to Solomon’s minions. Did you know that he has three secret torture rooms in the Devildom alone? But I guess he'd call them "laboratories". I've visited them all as well. And then whatever was left of me was used in his potions. Some tiny parts of me always end up tossed away, though. I regenerate, collapse, and everything starts over.
I don't know who does it. Someone trapped me in this endless loop, and I can't get out. Time has no meaning anymore. I lost count of how many times I relived this sequence of events. I remember everything, which is the worst part of all of it. I'm so tired.
This is the first time I'm trying to contact you. Somehow it never occurred to me before that you could be my savior. Maybe this entity that keeps torturing me through time and space will be appeased if I apologize to you.
I am sorry. Truly. And I pity you. You may think that you have everything under control, but you tied yourself to a group of demons you don't really know. And a human sorcerer, of course. Be careful, because even if they don't show it in your presence, they are cruel. And you don't have regeneration as good as mine.
But I have a feeling that this unseen monster won't be pacified by a simple "I'm sorry" letter, so my only hope is you.
Make them stop. I've been through enough. There is no justice here, only a cruel game that amuses everyone except for me. I just want to leave this damn place and never come back.
They'll listen to you, I know that.
Take care of yourself. And good luck. You may need it even more than me.
[Lucifer leans her arm against the wall, smirking as she's trying to woo Y/N over]
Fem!Lucifer : Well, well.... It's not often that I find someone worthy of my attention, you've caught my eye, dear~
[Lucifer tilts her head, giving you an appraising look, as she's trying to figure out how to proceed]
[Y/N's eyes widen and extremely shocked]
M!Reader : i–i Uhh... You're THE lucifer? THE queen of hell?
[A nervous feeling immediately went over his body, unsure how to handle the sudden attention from someone with such power]
[Lucifer pauses and glances down, her confident demeanor faltering for a brief second before she clears her throat and continues]
Fem!Lucifer : Ahem.. Why yes, that's me... But I... Uh, don't let that intimidate you though gorgeous~
[She gives a small awkward smile, trying to recover from her slip]
Fem!Lucifer : I'm–Uhh just... Charmed by your... Presence, how long have you been working at this fine hotel duckling?~
M!Reader : F–For a couple of months now ma'am.... Sorry–i just can't believe I'm getting the attention from the lucifer...
Fem!Lucifer : Consider yourself lucky, I only let gentlemen of distinguished allure to get my attention~
[Y/N trying to hide his confusion, still trying to process what is happening]
M!Reader : I... I don't know how to react to this... You seemed... Never flirted with anyone before?
[Lucifer blinks, her cheeks slightly glowing yellow in embarrassment]
Fem!Lucifer : Pfftt! Whaaaat? Of course I have! It's just that maybe or possibly or perhaps it's been quite some time since I've done this–But of course I've done this, Duh!
[Lucifer let out a nervous chuckle as her cheeks start blushing brighter]
Fem!Lucifer blushing : ANYWAY! I was y'know hoping you maybe if you want and or if you have the time to spare an alluring gentleman such as yourself would love to endure some activities together!
M!Reader : ........
M!Reader : U-Uhh... S-Sure! It would be quite R-Rude if I declined such an offer from someone like you...
[Lucifer somehow proceeds to trip on her words but also starts speaking faster]
Fem!Lucifer blushing : Great! see you later–or maybe, I mean you must definitely fan change your mind if you want to of course it's not like you SHOULD but we'll see the results later!
.......
Fem!Lucifer : See Charlie, Told you Mama still has the game!
[Charlie's Mouth agape, she blinks a few times, trying to process what just happened]
.......
M!Reader blushing : Did I... Did I just–.... I... Did–Did the queen of hell just ask me out....
Angel : WOAH! What was THAT! You just got asked out by the queen of hell AKA our boss's mom, props to you! I mean, outta all the schmucks down here, you caught her eye? Either you’re super lucky or insanely cursed, Maybe both!
Husk : Well, I'll be damned... I don’t know whether to congratulate you or start planning your funeral...
.......
Few hours Later
[In lucifer's room]
Fem!Lucifer : Chuckles... Do not worry... My hands will do all the work, just try not to squirm too much~
M!Reader : W-Wait... C-Calm down your majesty...
Fem!Lucifer : Pant... I'm Close...—Aaand DONE!'
[Lucifer showing off a rubber duck wearing a monocle and a flat cap]
Fem!Lucifer : Presenting! The almighty Sir quacksworth!
M!Reader : Pant... Chuckles... Gonna be honest I was really nervous when you were using the hammer
Fem!Lucifer : Oh trust me dear, I have done this NUMEROUS times!
@pearlofamphitrite it's done boo!! Thanks for this request. I really ran with the idea of it. And I hope you enjoy!! I appreciate your engagement!! 🥰🥰🥰
POV:
Fallen Angel Reader x platonic comforting Lucifer
Supposed to have been fluff but ended up angst. 😂
"And your arm felt nice wrapped around my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone.."
- Fast Car, Tracy Chapman
••••
When you first saw him, you thought he was Michael. This was initially what had you screaming hoarsely and backing up, crawling backwards like a feral child till your shoulder blades hit the rocky cliff.
•••••••••
Then, the panic in your throat turned into a nigh silent keen as the sharp rocks dug red hot iron spikes of pain throughout your entire back and you ended up curled over your knees, shaking till the stars in your darkened vision subsided and turned into the void.
When you came to, you were greeted with that face again; circular and pale, and framed by a cropping of blond hair that curled around his cheeks...the sight of this had you growling and hissing, till he spoke-
"Hey! Hey, hey, I'm not him. Listen to me. I'm not Michael. And you need to stay still, okay?" His brow wrinkled in concern, he steadied your shoulder as you gaped up at him. "You've lost a lot of blood," he said grimly. He swore. "They really did a number on you, kid.."
His voice was deep. He had red eyes. That was what silenced you after all that. You panted, catching your breath, that constant string of hateful fire coasting up and down your back where they had cut off-
They had cut off-
Oh, dear god, they'd cut off your wings-
You had a sensation of gentle small hands turning you over on the barren ground, a glow of golden healing touching the bloody nubs on your back while you finally found your voice again, albeit a hoarse whisper instead of a scream.
"My wings."
Hot, angry tears tracked down your face and fell onto the dusty ground.
That was all you managed to say.
"I know, darlin'. I know."
"They- they- cut off..."
"Shh," he said, "Shush now. Focus. Breath for me. I don't need you passing out again."
Through his coaxing and the soft healing tingle of the golden powers emanating from his hands, you were able to quietly measure out your breathing though your chest while his magic knit up the violent wounds on your shoulders with a cool icy and sometimes itchy sensation that had you tensing.
"They'll grow back," he continued. "They will. It might take some time, but they'll grow back, I promise."
His hands, light but firm, investigated your neck, head and shoulders for breaks and cuts. You had no choice but to let him. The both of you stayed like that for a long time, his magic and hands soothing wounds you didn't even know you had. His voice took on a strangely conversational tone while he worked.
"I'm Lucifer. But I guess you know that already."
The King of Hell.
"I find a lot of you down here. Classy of them, isn't it?"
You shut your eyes. Scrunched them up real tight, as the memory of what had just happened played in your mind.
You had been held down. It had taken several of Lucifer's brothers to keep your arms behind your back, another couple of Sera's female commandeers to keep your feet from kicking out and you had actually managed to brutally punch in some noses before the inevitable had happened; Michael, fierce blue eyes blazing, approaching with a freshly sharpened dagger, Emily screaming your name, yourself casting desperate glances between Sera and Michael in tandem as you eventually begged and pleaded for them not to do it.
But they did; Sera, turning her face in shame as she ordered Michael to make the cuts. You had been turned brutally, your arms yanked fiercely as you fought and fought, your heart beating rapidly as Michael's blade sang and the first wing had been severed in a white hot flash, golden blood running down your legs while you screamed and screamed..
"Hey." Lucifer's hand patted your cheek. "Get back to me, now. Come on back. There you are."
He eventually helped you in a sitting position and he himself sat cross legged beside you. Waiting, it seemed. Poised to sit patiently for however long it took. You were taking in the sight of him now. His white pants and shirt, red pinstriped vest, an apple cane and a jacket abandoned somewhere off to the side. You noted his rolled up sleeves and the golden stains on him, the dirt coating him that he didn't seem to mind.
"How long will it take?" You asked him, your voice barely carrying with how hoarse it was.
Lucifer smiled grimly. "For me, it took a long time. Millenia. All six of them. For you, I don't really know. Seems to differ from angel to angel. We all have a unique healing period. You seem young," he added after a moment of taking in your appearance, "It shouldn't take you as long as you'd think."
You didn't have to say anything at all because you knew he understood. It was in his face. Written all over it, actually, that deep seated hurt that reflected yours like a ripple in a crimson pool.
He helped you stand. You did so, and stumbled, but he caught you with steady arms and stood there as long as it took for up and down to right themselves in your mind.
"They were my family."
He nodded. "Yeah."
"They were my family, and they were supposed to love me."
It's like you were pleading with yourself. With the sky, with god, with your soul, to reach out and understand- that nonverbal wrenching of stability that had tossed everything you knew aside like a child's toy become garbage.
"They were our family," he said, "And they were supposed to protect us. Come on," he held out his hand.
You hesitated.
In that moment, the devil looking at you with crimson eyes, his mouth quirked in a handsome crooked smile that revealed the edges of white sharp fangs, you were considering. Your options. You had none.
"You don't have to trust me. But I'd like to help you if you'll let me."
You hesitated again, then took his outstretched hand, a motion that had him fully grinning. Like he had secrets. He had jokes and secrets, and hidden pathways in his mind. You supposed he would, being who he is. Especially the jokes part.
He had so many.
Whether you wanted him to or not, he told a relentless number of them on your way to his daughter's hotel, some of them going over your head and others that pulled you back from a darkened cavern in your soul that had you almost cackling from the pure ridiculousness of it.
You had gone through quite possibly the most traumatic event of your entire existence and here you were wheezing about the mental image of a duck who went to the doctor because he had a fowl cough. The laugh made your ribs hurt.
Yet, when you had gotten settled into the hotel, when you had chosen your intentionally barren and tiny room despite Charlie's protests - a series of meaningful stammers that insisted you deserved more than that- a bigger room, a softer bed, maybe something warmer with bigger windows; you insisted no no it was fine. This is perfect for me.
It's perfect.
You stood there in the room after they all left you alone then sat on the bed, bare feet on the wooden floor and stared at the whiteness of the ceiling and walls. Counted cracks and imperfections in the plaster. Drank in the silence and unfamiliar scent of a home that wasn't yours. You were just beginning to feel this distress that hurt like no other when the muscles on your back seized reflexively in a movement that would have unfurled your wings.
This undid you in a tumultuous manner that hit you like a ton of bricks, keeling you till your face was pressed into white unfamiliar sheets and you screamed and screamed for an unknown amount of time till you felt dizzy, clutching at your own hair, at covers, at your own aching neck and at anything that could ground you. Anything at all.
Your habit of screaming at nothing landed you in a series of unconventional situations at the hotel. When you felt one coming on you would disappear. Into a closet here, a distant unused and red-painted living room there, that smelled of dust and old books. An abandoned office. The cubby under a stair that led to an attic. The sun-warmed balcony beside an upstairs greenhouse full of hellish plants that smacked their teeth greedily at you as you walked past them.
You had a habit of just sleeping wherever at that point. When you did make it to your room, the King of Hell himself had a habit of busting in toward midmorning to tap his cane on the side of your headboard, yank open the curtains of your small window overlooking the hotel yard and boom, "Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey!"
And whether you got up or not, the regular visits did not stop. He came by to give you coffee (untouched), a series of meals from the day (left cold as you ignored them before they were swept away and replaced), sometimes to offer spurts of cheerful conversation or anecdotes about the doings of the hotel that you just did not understand at all. Sometimes, you thought, he talked just to hear himself. His voice though was about the only sound you didn't mind.
Lucifer was small, but his voice tended to carry pretty far. As you laid there with your cheek pressed into your pillow you would hear it in different places around the hotel deep and resonant; snippets of conversation, a golden series of singing notes as he went about his business.
One night you heard him playing the fiddle, and that was something that finally filled you with an emotion other than this constant panic mixed with numbness that had been clouding your mind for however long you had been here.
For one, you knew it was him because the sounds he was pulling from this instrument was like no other you had ever experienced. It was a cascade of notes and swirling rhythms that coasted into your open window, filling you with awe, and you couldn't help but go to it and lean out, searching. There he was. Perched like a bird on the balcony outside his room, about a landing below you, all six of his red and white wings unfurled and drifting in the moonlit hellish sky as he played the golden fiddle in his hands like it was an extension of himself.
The music was both fast and soft, melodic and aching. It was a series of vibrations that didn't seem like it all came from one instrument. There's no way it did because his music harmonized with itself, multifaceted and swirling like the layers in an orchestra.
When the music stopped, you leaned out further, bracing your hands against the brick outside your window, your voice hoarse as you yelled, "Hey Lucifer!"
He looked around for the voice then found you looking at him from the window to his upper right and cheekily tipped his hat at you.
"Did you really go down to Georgia?"
"What do you think?" He responded.
"I think you did," you yelled. You wanted to. You wanted this; to yell, not scream. "But I thought you lost! Why do you still have your golden fiddle?"
He leaned back and laughed, his wings catching the air when he lost his balance from doing so- he effortlessly looped around to perch back onto the balcony.
"You know what I did?"
You looked at him in silence.
"I went back to that kid and I stole it back. That motherfucker cheated."
Then came the morning he waltzed in to tap the floor with his cane, walked over to the window and yank the curtains up- oh, that blinding sun-
"Rise and shine!!!"
"UGH."
"You know the drill. Let me look at your back, ducky."
"No."
Despite your protests he yanked your covers down till your whole pajama-covered self was subject to the elements beyond comfy blanket land and you let out a series of increasingly creative expletives at him that had him chuckling deeply.
"Good to know they haven't bred the pure sass out of the current angelic generation. Damn. Now stop being cheeky and let me see your back."
You glared at him for disrupting your peace.
He deadpan stared back at you, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Easy way, or hard way. Your choice. But if you want wacky wings when they come back I guess that's on you...whatever! Guess I'll let them grow back crooked!"
Whistling, he turned to leave.
"WAIT!"
Lucifer stopped.
You sighed and turned over till you were on your stomach. You hated your back being messed with, and even though you knew he meant well about it, you gave him hell every time.
"Go ahead."
"Good girl," he chirped. "You didn't let me change the dressings yesterday. So mind you this is about to hurt."
And it did. It was like yanking the bandaid off a scabbed over cut times a thousand, but for once you didn't scream. You'd had enough of that. And the nubs on your back where your wings used to be had taken to itching, bleeding randomly, and then aching through the night which is why you twitched when Lucifer jabbed softly at the left one to test for bone breaks he might have missed on one of the many healing sessions he'd already put you through.
"Well, well, looky what we have here! It's a pair of little baby wings!!! How adorable."
You started. "Wait, what??"
You didn't believe him till you leapt out of bed, made him stand outside the door so you could strip, then stood in front of your floor length mirror to gape at your bare back with trepidous excitement.
There they were. The beginnings of wing-shaped appendages that, when you reflexively twitched those unused muscles, made them 'unfurl' as best as they could and feathered your shoulders in a motion that felt like a bird tapping you on your arm.
You dressed quickly, tugging a tank top over your head and grimacing at the scraping of fabric over your delicate brand new wings, dashing to the door to slam it open to find Lucifer standing there grinning.
"I told you it wouldn't take long," he said impatiently, "But NoooOO, you didn't believe me. Someone said 'oh it's gonna take forever, I'm gonna be a flightless angel for the rest of my life-' what did I tell yah?"
"You uhhh"
"I told you. You believed me when I told you how much healing hurt. But not when I reminded you that it wasn't forever. Hmm? Is that not what happened?"
You nodded, smiling sheepishly.
"Sorry."
"Whatever, whatever," he waved off your worries, "We've got CELEBRATING TO DO! It's been long enough. You're coming downstairs for breakfast. And what's more..."
He was still talking, fully thinking you were right behind him, but his ceaseless cheerful chatter moved off with him as you stood in the hallway and looked back at your plain tiny room...then you looked at the stairs going down to the bottom floor.
You smiled, knowing that night you were going to ask Charlie for a bigger room after all; maybe one with carpet and its own bathroom.
You were still standing there when Lucifer popped back up to the top of the stairs, wings unfurled keeping him afloat as he stared at you with his arms crossed.
"Have you even heard a word I've been saying?"
"I lost you at 'what's more' ," you responded with a little giggle.
"Oh get your ass downstairs."
"Race you!!"
"You can't even fly yet-"
"I didn't say anything about flying!"
You thumped down the stairs with Lucifer hot on your heels, cursing at you for your head start, your laughter eventually echoing together in the sunwarmed hallway as you ran down to your first real breakfast in the Hazbin Hotel.
I didn't specify the type of alcohol so imagine whatever you'd wish! I imagine I’m enjoying a nice Shirley Temple to my heart’s content, cherries courtesy of Luce
Pairing: gn!reader x Lucifer (at last, an established relationship!)
TW: Alcohol use, some brief discussion of Devildom politics, some intense wooing, very brief mention of violence, uhh let me know if there's anything else, ty!
Word Count: ~4,400
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"Now then, MC." A faint click sounds behind you as Lucifer locks the door to his office. "What have you brought for me tonight?"
"Something I hope you'll enjoy." You spare him a coy glance over your shoulder, raising your brow with a knowing smile. "You're a fan of classical, no?"
The iron railing underneath your palm is cool to the touch as you begin to journey downstairs. Your hand drags against the grooves, feeling how some of the iron has dimpled in its wear over millennia. You hold a flat brown paper bag that you've tucked into your arm against you as you descend, trying to minimize the inevitable crinkling sound that follows every step you take.
You peer over the railing to the space below. The fireplace crackles every so often as it casts its light across the room, bathing everything before it in a warm orange glow.
“That, I am.” You shiver at the gruff timbre of Lucifers voice, his footsteps trailing close behind you.
He sounds as exhausted as you expected him to be after a full day's work. How he even remains upright among constant chaos forever remains a mystery to you. Really, you had insisted you two meet another night. Insisted that he rest with what little free time he was granted.
But his pride wouldn't have it.
"Don't be absurd." He had said then, will unyielding. "Such time would best be spent in your company. I am not so fallible as to push myself beyond my limits. I assure you; I have tested them enough to know them well."
At the bottom of the stairs awaits your shared reflection, crystal clear imitations in the perfectly polished tile. You've long forgone your uniform in favor of loungewear. Lucifer, however, remains as pristine and presentable as ever. At the very least, he has freed himself of his coat and gloves.
He comes to stand beside you, placing a bare hand onto the small of your back. The touch warms your skin as he rubs away the tightness he finds there in small, tight circles. You too, are quite terribly exhausted.
He presses a kiss upon your head.
"Please, have a seat."
He nudges you forward, toward the pair of chairs turned away from the fireplace. You set the bag onto the low table before plopping down and reclining into the plush red cushions. You can't see him, but you can feel Lucifer standing behind you, his presence heavy over the backrest.
"Thank you for joining me."
The indistinct sound of shuffling catches your ear, but the comfort of your current position persuades you from peeking. "The past few weeks have been stressful, I'm sure. Midterms at R.A.D., for a human no less, are no easy feat."
"Yeah." You hum, eyes drooping at the pleasant warmth prickling your skin from the flames flickering behind you. "They were tough, but everyone was helpful in reviewing all the material."
"Everyone?" You're well acquainted with the suspicion underlying that tone.
"Yes, Lucifer. Everyone." Your eyes slip shut. "Even Mammon and Leviathan." He huffs somewhere above you.
"I'm certain their motivations were more in the interest of monopolizing your time than in helping you succeed." You can feel Lucifer bend down behind you, the force of his breath rushing against the shell of your ear. "However, it seems their efforts have paid off."
"You have done well, beloved. Nearly perfect marks on most of your exams."
You take a deep breath, fighting the blush threatening to spread across your cheeks at his praise. You're still not quite used to these pet names.
"I'm just glad it's over with. It was a lot, but I bet it's nothing compared to what you've been dealing with on a daily basis."
Your eyes shoot open as you feel Lucifer's hands latch onto your shoulders. You groan at the pressure built in there as he prods at the space with his thumbs, mapping out all of your tension. Slowly, but surely, his fingers begin to press into the skin there, unrelenting on the sore muscles that lie beneath. Unable to hold your head up any longer, you flop backwards and peer up at the demon.
With his back to the fireplace, a darkness overcomes his features. The shadows fail, however, to mask the sinful gaiety swimming within his eyes. From this position, you watch as the warmth awaiting behind him twists and turns, fighting against itself. Flames flickers to and fro, as if his presence alone commands hellfire.
You're pinned down by his gaze. His heady eyes are like a glass of full-bodied red wine, and being their sole focus makes your head all hazy. Yet, you catch on to how they crinkle at their corners, accompanying his wicked grin as you become all but pliable in his hands. As your head rolls a bit to the right, you note the lack of strain that accompanies the action.
Lucifer is a damn good masseuse.
But really, he should be the one receiving such lavish treatment. Hopefully, you think, he'll come around to taking pride in your desire to care for him so that you can return the fa-
Your heart nearly leaps into your throat as you catch a glimpse of bare forearm in your peripheral. You conclude that must have been the shuffling you heard earlier - the rolling of sleeves. A snort of amusement sounds above you in response to your shock.
"Are you so easily distracted by the sight of bare skin?"
Well, no, you think.
"Just yours."
You curse your loose lips and brace yourself to be lectured by your lover. But nothing comes. A small "hmph" draws your attention towards Lucifer and your pulse quickens at the captivating sight before you.
His brows pulled together, eyes flickering between you and the wall, and a blush warming his pale cheeks makes you swoon. You coo internally at the pout that pulls at his lips; the same one you had mistaken as a frown for so long. You reach up and place your hands upon his forearms, hands squeezing the skin tenderly.
"Beautiful." You mumble.
Had you not been watching him so intently; you'd have missed how his eyes had widened. As they come to settle once more onto your own, you still. You're not sure what to make of the dangerous glint bouncing within them. Lucifer smirks as his hands pause in their task.
He cocks his head before he descends upon you. You breathe him in, the familiar scent of frankincense and leather leaving you dizzy as his lips brush lightly against your own.
You close your eyes, lips pursed.
"While I appreciate your admiration in all its forms." Your breath hitches as Lucifer's form shakes above you with a snicker. "It is well beneath you to undermine your achievements."
As you feel his form recede from you, you sit up, mouth agape. That's what you get for teasing him, you suppose.
"Seriously though, Lucifer. Such stress can't be good for you." You had found him nearly half asleep at his desk at least two times this week.
Lucifer waves off your concern as he saunters over to his desk. Papers are piled into neat stacks, an open envelope can be found here and there, and within the coffee mug that holds his pens you find one you'd gifted him from a museum in the human world.
"We have already discussed this at great length. Unfortunately, there are some roles which only I can, and must, fulfill." Bending over his desk, you watch Lucifer reach for something on the seat of his chair. When he turns to face you again, a large wicker picnic basket dangles by his side. In just a few strides, Lucifer comes to stand before you. He reaches a hand out to your cheek and you hold it there, leaning into his touch.
"I only ask that you humor me in these moments when I have the rare occurrence to mix business with pleasure."
Pulling away from you, Lucifer uses the space beside your package on the low table to lay out what he's packed for the two of you. You soon recognize the assortment of treats to be your favorites from Hell's Kitchen. You gasp when your eyes happen upon the wrath beast tartar. You'd only had the privilege of tasting during the very far and few private dinners between you, Lord Diavolo, and Lucifer himself.
"Lucifer." He simpers at the way you call out to him, looking quite pleased with himself as you gaze in awe at the spread before you. "A few treats are fine, but this is too much. At least let me pitch in next time."
"You will do no such thing." You know better than to push him when his tone is so firm. "Such costs are miniscule in the face of your accomplishments this semester. " He lays out one final dish, giddy goop pie, before closing the basket and resting it on the floor beside the low table.
"Your grades are impressive. But your ability to corral the others is an achievement all of its own, especially on days when they insist on being endlessly troublesome. Such order seems beyond my means without disciplining them." On a plate, Lucifer piles a couple of pickings for you to partake in before he hands it to you with a soft smile.
"I hope they are all to your liking."
Sauteed wild hare liver, shadow goose meat, egg lasagna, and so, so, much more. Every bite goes down smooth, flavor bursting across your tastebuds. There's no way you'll be able to work through every course, so you ponder over what you'll pack into a plate or two to stash away in the private mini fridge hidden within your room.
"Ah, it's all so good!" You murmur absentmindedly, stabbing your fork into another piece of whole roasted havoc devil and popping it into your mouth with a happy hum.
A chuckle to your left catches your attention. Lucifer sits in the seat beside you, reclined against the cushions with an arm resting over the backrest. Despite the feast before him, his gaze consumes you whole. You begin to chew slower, feeling self-conscious that you are the only one eating.
"Do you not want any?" You set your fork down and face him more fully.
"If it pleases you, I'll take a plate. Although," you fidget in your seat as his eyes rake down your form, "I am sated as is. Indulging you is quite filling."
"O-oh." You smile shyly before looking down at your plate. You lift your fork, using its prongs to poke at the egg lasagna. "I'd like for you to enjoy this with me, not, you know, just me."
"As you wish."
Without another word, Lucifer stands and prepares a plate for himself. Steadily you two work through the dishes, never finishing, but at least sampling each plate.
"I am grateful, really," you laugh, belly full, "but why buy this much? You must have known we wouldn't finish it all."
"Well," you flush at the fondness with which he takes you in, "I was unsure which you would prefer more. It would have been a shame to lack in anything you might have desired." You are humbled by the admission. All of this, just for you, so that there was little chance you'd be disappointed.
"No matter. Whatever we do not finish, will be finished, eventually." The amusement in his tone makes you giggle.
"Yes, I'm sure the others will be all too happy about this." Lucifer sits up and begins to re-package the dishes. Although he protests, you join him and soon enough develop a rhythm that has the low table back to its original state in no time. You go to sit down again as you hear a ping echo in the room.
Lucifer reaches into his back pocket, fishing out his D.D.D. He heaves a heavy sigh as he looks over the screen.
"Back to business?" You see the briefest hint of annoyance overcome his features.
"I've been tasked with surveying candidates to fill a vacant teaching position." Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger. "There is a high volume of applicants. However, I must ensure that they are capable of honoring Lord Diavolo's demands and are up to standard before I pass their files over to Barbatos."
"Up to standard?" You tilt your head to rest it against the cushion. It's rare for him to divulge working matters to you.
"Whoever is selected will be within close proximity to the future king." He answers, clicking off the phone and shoving it back into his pocket. "Credentials are important. But my concern lies with their motivations for teaching at R.A.D. now that we've begun this exploratory program."
"Because of Solomon and I?" You feel a small pang in your chest. You know you're not to blame, but you hate creating more work for him, even if unintentionally.
"It is a matter beyond the students currently in attendance. This is, of course, only the initial stages for our Lord's desire to begin open communication between the three realms."
"As one can imagine, when such channels become open, problems will arise. Those in opposition of current leadership are likely to rebel and having connections within the school will only further increase their chances of contact with the Student Council, or worse."
Your mind spins with the revelation that even your relationship with Lucifer carries a political undertone. You know not all demons have been favorable of the program, but having witnessed the strength of the Avatars, the thought that any of them could be defeated, that Diavolo could be defeated, had escaped your mind. Your shoulders curl forward as dread begins to seep in. It's a terrifying realization and a reality you hope this timeline will never face.
"Calm yourself."
A finger hooks beneath your jaw, lifting your head to meet Lucifer's brooding gaze as he appears before you on one knee.
"I do not wish to instill unnecessary fear within you. I will not allow any of us to be put in such a precarious position. Of that, I give you my word."
You nod, reaching up to take his hand within your own. You and the others have been up to your usual antics, unaware of the potential severity of internal conflict brewing under Lucifer's watchful eye. The weight he bears is more oppressive than you could even begin to understand. You can't imagine a single soul who could handle the immense pressure of such a grave task in stride as he does.
"I don't fear for myself." You press a kiss to the back of his hand and feel his fingers wrapping tighter around yours. "But that does put me at ease. Thank you, Lucifer. I know..."
You do not doubt where you stand in his heart, but often question your place in matters dealing with Diavolo.
"Know what?" He asks. You take a deep breath, and steady your gaze upon his. You want him to take this seriously and know that you mean it.
"I know there might not be much I can do for the time being, and you have done well on your own. But, if there comes a day when I can help you, regardless of the task, I ask that you don't hesitate. I understand these matters are way beyond my understanding, but I want you to place your trust in me."
Your chest seizes as silence fills the room, but Lucifer is merciful enough to stop you before you can stew in your anxiety. Carefully, he pulls your hand within his to his lips, pressing a kiss of his own onto the skin.
He says nothing as he stands, but that is much better than rejecting you outright. He's acknowledged your request, and that is enough for now.
"Since we have finished dinner, shall we move on to a review of your performance? I would also like to set aside some time to address expectations for the remainder of the semester." You perk up as he steps over to the liquor-lined shelves.
The actual reason you'd been called to his office had slipped your mind. Each semester, Lucifer conducts a one-on-one midmester progress check-in with each brother. Having come to live under his household, you have not been spared from the formality.
"Is that what I hope it is?" You'd agreed to the meeting, but that didn't mean you two couldn't enjoy it thoroughly. Lucifer shakes his head softly with a snort.
"If you are suggesting that it is your favorite alcoholic beverage from the human realm, then yes. That is what we agreed upon."
You feel excitement welling up within you as he walks back with two glasses. You've wanted to drink with him for some time, but demonus has no effect on humankind. So, he had proposed an exchange in preparation for your meeting: human liquor for acceptable grades.
You spare a look to the bag that sits on the table.
You couldn't just leave it at that though, so, you had asked that he allow you to put in a private request. You've selected something else to exchange with him, something you have wanted to share with him after your time back in the human realm.
You two sit for some time, sipping on your drinks as you go through the usual routine. With each course and thorough grade evaluation, time seems to slow. Warmth bursts from within your chest, whipping wildly throughout your body, and radiates from your cheeks. Having paced himself, Lucifer appears much the same as before, but his face is not unaffected by the same flush that has overcome you.
"It pleases Lord Diavolo that you have adjusted so well and have decided to continue your studies here in the Devildom." He sets your report down onto the low table before reclining back into his seat.
Oh. It seems you two have finally finished. How lovely.
"You have made a rather fine impression for humanity, despite this unexpected arrangement. Such performance bodes well for us all."
"It pleases just Lord Diavolo?" You quip, raising a brow at him over your glass.
Lucifer turns to you, a wry smile on his face as he takes a swig of demonus.
"You would have me put my praise into words when I've already laid it out for you here," he motions to first to your glass, then to the basket still resting upon the floor, "and here?"
When your eyes have finally caught up to his motions, you look to him, a wicked grin rivaling his own.
"Would that be so terrible, Lucifer? I do love the sound of your voice." You tease, brain unfiltered as you sway in your seat.
"How brazen of you to question my opinion of you. Do you not wear my mark upon your skin, Master?" A pleasant shiver crawls through you as he purrs the title only reserved for moments like these, hidden away from world.
You reach for your collar. Beneath it, a thrum of magic buzzes against your fingertips. You can only make out the faint glow of royal blue, but do not doubt that Lucifer can see his pact mark in all its glory as he calls it forth.
Even so, you pay it no mind, gaze unflinching as you keep your attention on him. You do, however, trace your finger over the markings you have memorized. Beneath Lucifer's black buttoned up, skin starts to glow.
Lucifer sighs heavily, but his tone is filled with adoration. "You are insatiable."
You scoff. "And you're not?"
Your mind flashes with all the stolen kisses the demon has sneaked in between meetings, in hidden hallway corridors, and on early morning walks through the garden before the others have risen. With the countless days you've found notes hidden within your room wishing you a good morning, in the kitchen to remind you to eat, and in the common area requesting that you not stay up too late on the days he is called away on business.
Your favorite, however, are the late-night texts he sends when you are out for the night, always wishing for your wellbeing and safe return to him.
Your jaw drops as Lucifer combs his fingers through his hair, chortling in amusement all the while. The unrestrained display assures you that he is tipsy.
"Yes, as am I. There is much to do with so little time. It has kept me from you longer that I find acceptable most days." He muses as you finish the last sip of your third drink, quickly moving on to melting the ice that remains in your mouth.
"As selfish of me as it may be, I'd like nothing more than to keep you by my side."
Your focus returns to him alone as he leans forward towards you on the chair, forearms resting upon his knees. The image feels absurd as Lucifer's tie, loosened from the confines of his half-buttoned vest, simply dangles in the air. Truly, you laugh to yourself, it looks as free as he must feel right now.
"You think my desire for you to be insincere? Were you not the one clambering for my affections?" Your eyes widen and you try to suppress another laugh at his defensiveness to your personal amusement.
"Clambering?!" Yet, you go quiet as Lucifer stands and stumbles over to you. Once more, he kneels before you.
"I will make it certain that you never doubt my feelings for you." He sets his glass onto the table before his hands come to cup your face. You feel yourself burn up at his touch, and it only worsens as he begins.
"I adore you. I would rather be torn apart limb from limb than ever have to watch you leave my side. There will never be a day that I stop loving you and never will I cease my desire to pass the rest of my existence within the comfort of your embrace."
You feel faint.
"The thought I may ever disappoint you destroys me; that you might ever be angry with me causes me to lose all reason. I would live for you, die for you, kill for you if you ever wished it."
Your heart feels as if it's going to burst if he looks into your eyes like this any longer.
"I know joy because I know you. I loath to ever be apart from you and think only of how quickly I can return to you when I am away. Your mind, body, and soul have bewitched me for all eternity. I am forever devoted to your happiness, as it is my own."
Oh yes, you really think you might faint.
"We could rearrange this space." You have a brief respite as Lucifer's eyes flitter around the room in contemplation. There is no doubt in your mind that he can feel the warmth emanating from you, and not just from the liquor. "Maybe a desk to join mine so that I might have the pleasure of your company for as long as I'd like."
"Lucifer!" You whine, but he hushes you with a tender kiss.
"Yes, I'm quite taken with the idea. To gaze upon the holder of my affection as I wish with little interruption from others. How does that sound?"
You're breathless as he gazes into your eyes once more. You chide yourself for ever having questioned the depth of his affections in the past. All he does, he does for his family. A family that has claimed you as their own.
You are too tipsy to pour your heart out in a dignified manner, so you tuck away the idea to do so properly when you are sober. But you cup his face in your hands as he holds yours.
"Wonderful." You reply. "Nothing would make me happier than to love you, forever, and be loved by you, forever." It's not as grand as his prose, but it is enough to make Lucifer purr some. The quiet rumble shocks you. Rarely does he allow himself to be so carefree.
You are reminded that he has in fact had at least four drinks as his head droops down onto your shoulder. You hold onto him so that he does not fall, content to remain in this peaceful moment that belongs solely to the two of you.
After some time passes, Lucifer lifts his head off you.
"Might I confess something to you, my love?"
"Yes, Lucifer, dear. What is it?" You think you might like the way the term of endearment rolls off your tongue.
He glimpses to the low table beside the two of you. "This request of yours has tormented me for some time. Finally, will you share what you have been keeping from me?"
"Don't misunderstand me." You murmur, smoothing a finger over his brow before it furrows further. "It was never something to be kept from you."
You move to stand, and Lucifer rises. Upright, you pick up the package off the low table.
"It was always something I planned to share with you." You turn and hold it out to Lucifer.
"A trade is only fair if what is exchanged is of equivalent value. You brought me entertainment I am only ever able to enjoy in the human realm. So, I thought to bring a form of entertainment you could enjoy."
He takes the paper bag from you, raising a brow as he feels around inside.
"Could it be?" He pulls out a record sleeve.
Lucifer looks at you with a pleased smile. "How considerate of you." He leaves the bag back on his desk as he walks over to the record player.
"As much as I am dying to hear your cursed record collection, I have no desire to actually put myself in mortal danger." Gently, Lucifer pulls the record out from the sleeve.
"It's a copy of a classical jazz record I have at home in the human realm. While I was gone, I would listen to it a lot cause it reminded me of you."
Lucifer places the record, lifts the stylus, and sets it down onto the record to cue. It starts off with a ballad.
He walks back to you, finally flipping the record sleeve over to check the playlist. You're sure he's seen your note when he comes to a stop just before you. You wrote it in blue ink to make sure it stands out from the sleeve's white-gray coloring.
Thinking of you too <3.
Your heart stops as his eyes soften, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. Was the message too much?
"I-" You step towards him.
"As expected of you, to do the unexpected. Whatever will I do with these unfamiliar feelings you stir up within me?"
"Well, first, you could kiss me?" You're giddy with the mirth that lights up his eyes at the suggestion.
"That's true, isn't it? Yes, I think I will kiss you." Closing the gap, Lucifer reaches for your hands and holds them in his.
"I think I will kiss you, and then you and I will dance. I think I shall have you recount just what it is you thought of while you listened to this record, and that I will share in kind just what thoughts the music brings to me."
Lucifer guides your hands, placing them where he would like you to hold onto him.
"After, I think we will have another drink or two, pick at the food even, if you wish. Then, before it is too late in the evening, I will take you to your room. It is only a Thursday night, and you must be up early tomorrow."
He steps back, and you two stumble into a waltz that carries you throughout the room. He leans in and presses his forehead against yours.
"And I hope that then, you will grant me the pleasure of a goodnight kiss."
You grin, leaning your head onto his shoulder. Work prevents him from being as selfish with your time as his brothers are. But he makes the most of these moments he shares with you.
Lucifer ┊ Mammon ┊ Levi ┊ Satan ┊ Asmo ┊ Beel ┊ Belphie
Lucifer
— [cw] ⨾ none
leaves his devildom responsiblities to mammon because he knows he is capable enough to perform well just kidding satan’s the secret head and the rest of them help out best they can as lucifer instructed them to but don’t tell mammon that
d i l f.
*ahem*
DILF.
“Well, I suppose I do have a son, but he doesn’t have a mother.”
every single parent within 3 blocks: BARK BARK AWOOGA
MC: “Because the mom left! She birthed Sata— STAN, SHE Birthed Stan, his son, but left him and Luci after that, aha aha.”
Lucifer: -_-
Amazing cook! Has a ‘Rad Dad’ apron that was gifted to him from his simps the neighborhood book club.
Thrives off the attention he gets from everyone at barbecues- BIG showoff when grilling.
“-so in theory, you could say I was a single parent to 6 little boys.”
*crowd loses their collective mind all the dads start crying children stampede towards him mothers use him as an example to compare their kids to while scolding them—*
But whenever Lucifer is able to spend some quality time with you, especially nights where he can tell you’re feeling particularly bothered by the attention he gets from the neighbors, he never fails to give you even more attention than he gives to his daily tasks.
His eyes always look at you in a meticulous yet admiring way, choosing to make direct eye contact that yields nothing from you, accepting of all you are.
“My love, I’ll say it a thousand times if you only say the word. MC, I’m completely and utterly yours. I love you. I love you, MC...
The look on Lucifer’s face when spouting his pure admiration for you is something so precious you’re sure it could easily disappear with a touch.
But it never does.
This side of Lucifer that’s so expressive and earnest and full of love feels like it was handcrafted for you alone. Like it was longing for someone worthy for the former Avatar of Pride to latch onto and fade away with.
His life as a stay at home boyfriend so far has been pretty stress free, which leaves him plenty of time to spoil you to his heart’s content. Look forward to home cooked meals and chores taken care of when you get home from a long day of work!
“Welcome home, my beloved. *forehead kiss* Dinner’s prepared, so do get changed quickly, yes?”
He definitely wants to start building his way up to a powerful position in this human society (CEO) but is desperately trying to find any other option that doesn’t involve starting from the bottom (office worker).
Tries to blackmail and persuade Diavolo into being a reference on his resume. No luck. He‘s an accountant now. (despite his resume looking pretty sus ??? he must have made some kind of impression to get hired for sure dilf)
Lucifer’s personality becomes a lot more relaxed, cheerful, and open with his new human lifestyle. The wrinkles on his forehead are only proof of his previously stressful lifestyle, as his face rarely contorts into one of annoyance anymore.
speaking of annoyance,
The brothers still visit from time to time and even without his demon powers he’s able to teach the demon boys human housemanners. (F in the chat for Mammon he never takes off his god awful shoes before coming in) goes to string up mammon from a chandelier but then remembers you guys only have those boobie ceiling lights—
“Luciiiiiiii….” You whine from your spot on his lap, legs wrapped around his narrow waist and arms locked around his strong neck.
“Yes, darling. I’m here...I’m here…” He mumbles as he indulgently rubs your back with his free hand, the comforting heat transferring from his fingers to your body that ached as your monthly visitor made sure you were aware of their arrival.
The eldest-born was practically a walking furnace slash heat compress so it was a given that you’d stick to him like a koala cub holds its mother even as he was trying to finish some paperwork within his office.
Not that Lucifer was complaining at the arrangement as he found your presence comforting and simply delightful. The weight of your body on top of his as you whine needily for his attention in order to distract yourself from the discomfort brought about by your monthly visitor, grounds him to reality.
He pets, kneads, rubs, and massages your body the whole time he is working. Providing welcome relief to the minor aches and coaxing you to take naps in order to sleep off the discomfort.
“Eat something so you don’t end up hungry later,” he says as he stuffs a freshly sliced cucumber in your mouth. “I took the liberty of commissioning Barbatos for a healthy blend of trail mix for times like these.” You don’t need to do anything, because Lucifer himself feeds you pieces of trail mix in between the cucumbers.
Some would think that a demon as busy and dignified as him would only give the bare minimum of comfort and care, but they didn’t know the Lucifer behind closed doors which only his brothers and other close friends could see.
They will never see Lucifer who fluffs up your pillows on your side of the bed, brews hot tea for you to drink, and feeds you food all the while letting you bother him in the middle of his work.
The Lucifer who presses kisses to your face to wake you up after finishing the batch of papers so you could move to the bed and lay down together.
The Lucifer who rubs your feet and massages the rest of your aching body with a soothing body oil that had heated up from contact with his own perpetually warm skin.
And you both preferred it that way.
You know that any other man would have been tired or annoyed already with how clingy and needy you could get during this monthly occurrence, but then again your darling wasn’t any ordinary man. He was Lucifer, Sin of Pride, Right-Hand Man of the Heir to the Devildom, and he was yours.
Sometimes, when all is quiet and he’s just reviewing a report, you’d press a kiss to his chin before snuggling into his chest as you relaxed on his lap. Although you can’t see it, Lucifer’s ears are definitely bright red even as he tries to make sense of the words written on the paper in his hands.
featuring Lucifer, Vox, & Alastor! sleeping in the same bed with your new lover for the first time <3
cw: suggestive, fluff <3
Masterpost!
𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖎𝖋𝖊𝖗:
"I'll be there in a second!" your boyfriend called out from the bathroom.
"Okay, hon. Take your time!" You sat in the silky red sheets of Lucifer's bed, patting your lap rhythmically as you waited for him to join you.
This was your first time sleeping in the same bed together. Which, although it sounds like a small milestone, it was a big step for Lucifer. The two of you decided to take things slow after Lucifer confided in you that he hadn't had a partner in a looonnggg time and wasn't sure how to start things. You were happy to take things slow, it's not like you were in any rush or anything (since you two had all of eternity to progress in your relationship). Besides, it was a breath of fresh air to meet someone that didn't want to screw right away, a problem in your love life that unfortunately occurred waayy to often. But Lucifer was different, a true gentle lover who wants more than the "benefits" of a relationship. He just wants you. And he made sure to remind you of that as much as possible.
The creek of the bathroom door interrupts your thoughts. You turn your head to see your boyfriend clad in apple print pajama shorts, a graphic t-shirt that said "big duck energy", calve-high apple print socks, and duck slippers. He looked dorky and somehow... irresistible...? You were always in awe at how Lucifer could be the biggest lil dork ever, yet still be the most handsome being you've ever had the privilege of seeing. You smile and bring a hand up to your mouth to stifle a laugh.
"What?" Your boyfriend questions.
"I'm sorry," you smirk, "you have big what energy?".
The blonde looks down at his clothes, a golden blush dusting his cheeks as he mutters "I'm gonna change..." He turns to leave before you leap out of bed to grab his wrist.
"Nonono!" you plead "It's adorable, I love it."
Lucifer doesn't look you in the eye as he speaks and instead fiddles with his hands "But you're laughing..."
"I'm laughing, yes... But not because you look dumb or anything, it's cute!" You cradle his face in your hands and lift his head up to look at you "Hey, look at me Luce..." Lucifer looks up at you with his big red eyes, a vulnerable expression on his face. You smile gently and press a soft kiss to his lips. You let the kiss linger for a moment, feeling Lucifer melt into it as he kisses you back passionately. You pull back and rest your forehead against his. "You know I love you, right?" Lucifer smiles and gently holds the sides of your jaw. "I love you too, Y/N."
You follow him to the bed and watch as he climbs under the covers. Without warning, he grabs your hand and pulls you into bed with him.
"Ack! Lucifer!" you yelp, to which you get a giggle in response. He speaks in between the kisses he peppers all over your face. "I. mwah Love. mwah You! mwahmwahmwahmwah!". You laugh at the sudden affection and hold him close. The feeling of the small blonde envelope your body in a tight snuggle gave you butterflies, he never failed to show you just how much he loved you.
"You know," you begin "your shirt's not wrong..."
Lucifer lifts his head up from your cheek and tilts his head to the side. "Hm?"
"I said your shirt isn't wrong," you repeat, your tone becoming more suggestive "You have verrrry big duck energy.".
"Pfttt!" The blonde laughs "You can't just say that, Y/N!"
You playfully shove his face away and speak through playful snickers "I'm not the one wearing the sexy t-shirt!"
The two of you share a laugh as you lay in bed together. Lucifer's head collapses in your chest and you feel the muffled laughs that tickled your skin. Eventually, you settle down and get cozy in his bed. Lucifer turns off the lamp on his nightstand and cuddles against you. You happily spoon him and intertwine your legs with his as you bask in each other's warm embrace.
"Goodnight, my love."
"Goodnight, Luci"
That was the first of many sleepovers for you guys, and it never failed to bring you comfort and love. Who knew the devil would be such a good cuddler? You did. And you were glad he chose you to share that with you. <3
𝒜𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇:
Alastor hums a tune as he reads in bed beside you, not a care in the world that this was your first time sleeping in the same bed. Meanwhile, you fidgeted with your hands in your lap, nervously flicking your fingers against each other as your mind was racked with anxious thoughts. 'What if I snore?' 'What if I'm a bad cuddler?!' 'What if he doesn't want to cuddle' 'Why is he just sitting there like this is a daily occurrence?!'.
Your boyfriend must've picked up on the anxious energy emitting from you and spoke, eyes still fixed on the book in front of him, "Darling?". You snapped out of your thoughts and whipped your head to look at the deer sitting tranquil beside you, "Hm? What is it?". He flipped a page in the book he was reading before speaking "What's wrong?". Your eyes widen as you think to yourself, 'fuck! how'd he know?! how does he always know everything?!'.
You plaster on a fake smile and speak in a cheery tone "Nothi-" "Don't lie", he interrupts, finally looking away from his book and down at you with a knowing grin. You sigh and groan, slumping against the pillows as you stare at the wall in front of you "I'm nervous, okay? It's our first time sharing a bed and I-I don't want to screw it up! I might snore, I might talk in my sleep- Or walk in my sleep! I-I could be a bad cuddler or- God forbid I drool! And you're just sitting there reading a book acting like everything is fi-". Alastor cuts in on your ramble, stopping it by craning his neck downward and pressing a kiss to your lips.
He pulls back slowly after a moment before letting out an amused chuckle, "Darling, you're in bed with a serial killer, and you're worried about drool? Haha, quite a strange one you are!". You exhale softly, maybe you were being irrational. After all, why would Alastor care?
Alastor sets down his book and presses a kiss to your forehead, "I suppose it's time for bed, hm?". You nod and snuggle against his chest, the moment being peaceful before you hear the deer demon stifle a laugh. Adjusting your head upwards, you look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. The deer demon bursts out in laughter, "Let's hope you don't drool once you doze off! HA HA HA HA!" You roll your eyes and playfully slap his shoulder, joining in on the laughter "Let's hope you don't kill someone in your sleep!".
A cheeky grin creeps onto your boyfriend's face "No promises, my dear~". "Yeah yeah," you reposition your head to sit comfortably on Alastor's chest, "Goodnight, Al.". "Goodnight, darling.".
Thankfully, no drooling, snoring, murdering (that you knew of), sleepwalking, or any nighttime shenanigans occurred. In fact, it was a rather serene night for the both of you, with many more sleepovers happening in the future <3.
҉V҉҉o҉x҉:
"Cute PJs, hon" you taunt playfully, gesturing to his shark-themed nightwear with a wave of your pointer finger.
"Oh save it, Y/N!" Vox grumbles as he climbs into bed next to you. "Rough day at work?" you inquire, expression softening as you see the bags under your boyfriend's eyes. (Who knew TVs could get eye bags anyway?). "Don't even mention it... Valentino. had another little tirade today and just thought it'd be great to ͬͩ̊m̩͈͕̗u͕̰ͦ̒ͨ̈́r̯̠̦̩͔̤ͨ̌̑̽͒̓̇d̼̪̫̙̔e͕̬͕̔͛͌̒ͨ̈́r̯̠̦ͨ̌̑ half of Velvettes staff...". You give him a compassionate smile as you softly respond, "I'm sorry, love...".
You quirk an eyebrow and begin to tease him, "Does someone want attention~?.". Vox rolls his eyes and stares daggers at you, "Shut up! I've had a rough day and wanted to come home to some- You know what, why am I even fighting this... Come here!". A yelp escapes your lips as your boyfriend pulls you under the covers with him, cuddling against you as he rests his large, flat-screened, face against your chest. Your torso was almost completely enveloped with the overlord's face, and you didn't mind it. In fact, you enjoyed it.
The warm heat radiating off his screen was soothing and relaxing. Feeling the smooth, silky, dark blue sheets under you for the first time was unfamiliar, but god damn it was amazing. People really weren't kidding when they said Overlord's lived in absolute luxury. The comforters were softer than anything you'd ever felt. Just simply laying in that bed was enough to ruin all other beds for you, their comfort not matching up to Vox's in the slightest. Gently rubbing the back of Vox's head, you speak softly, "Wanna talk about it, love? I know I give you a hard time but, I'm here for you.".
You feel Vox take a deep breath, feeling the hot air exhale against your chest. "Thanks, Dollface... I know you are... I've had a pretty rough day, Papermint can't follow a simple fucking direction, Valentino won't stop bitching and whining, and I have to deal with it all!"
"What about Velvette? Doesn't she at least help?". Vox chuckles grimly and quickly responds, "Velvette? You mean the adult screen-ager? Pft! Oh please! Whenever I complain to her she just sends me back memes and ghosts me when I ask for help!".
You gently caress his antennas, "I'm sorry, honey, sounds like a pain in the ass.". The overlord relaxes into your touch, a pleased smile creeping out from his teal teeth. "Thank you, Doll... It does suck...".
You continued to cuddle Vox and let him rant his heart out, until eventually, he tuckered himself out and fell asleep. You hold him close to your chest and fall asleep soon after him without realizing this is the first time you two have shared a bed for the night. Despite the impromptu event, it was sweet and you wouldn't change it in the slightest. You woke up early that morning and took the liberty of calling Papermint to cancel all of Vox's meetings for the day.
He needed the day off, and despite his workaholic nature, Vox was glad you took the initiative in forcing him into a well-earned break. The two of you spent the day together, watching Vox's favorite shark movies, cuddling, making out, and getting taken out to a fancy restaurant for dinner!
As night came, you didn't return to your apartment. In fact, you didn't sleep in your apartment for a long time. As time passed, the lines between your stuff and Vox's started to become blurred. One day, you walk into the apartment and find all your stuff moved in for you. You tried to act mad at Vox for making this big decision, but your joyful expression betrayed you. Vox and you were now blissfully moved in together, all thanks to that one night you spent together, the first night. <3
