You Go Antiquing Together | Lucifer x Reader
Antiquing was one of your favorite things to do. You were obsessed with history and elated at the idea of owning things centuries old. Each time you went, you’d stare at something for hours, wondering just what it might have been through and if only it could talk, the things it would tell you it’s seen.
Lucifer decided to come with you today and wasn’t entirely impressed; in fact, he seemed a little confused.
“Lucifer, look at this silverware; it’s two hundred years old!”
“Only?” He asked, studying the fine silver.
You glared at him, “stop saying only, each time I show you something. I get it; you’re old.”
He glared at you and huffed, turning around to look at the old grandfather clocks when something caught his eye.
“A typewriter?” He asked, confused.
“Hm? Oh, yeah, that’s a pretty old model.”
He paused, and you waited for him to say something before nudging him, “uh…something wrong, Lucifer.”
“But these only just came out….”
“W- ahahahaha!” You started laughing at him, and he blushed and walked away from you.
“You don’t need to laugh. I was simply surprised how fast your generation moves on from one thing to the next,” he sighed.
You grabbed his arm, consoling him, and he refused to look at you stubbornly.
He could be so dramatic sometimes.
“Hehe, I’m sorry I laughed at you, Luci. You surprised me, is all. I’m human, and even I have a hard time keeping up with what’s new.”
He raised a brow looking at you.
“Shouldn’t you slow down…you’re rushing history, progressing as fast as you are.”
“Are you worried about us or something?” You asked, amused.
“About humans? No. About your home, yes. I remember the older days when new things were rare and so exciting, and now humans forget things so easily they wind up here in antique shops…” he sighed, recalling years long before you were born.
He continued to stare into the distance, and you decided to try your luck and tease him to lighten the mood.
“You’re just mad you’re the oldest antique here.”
He gave you a look and flicked your forehead.
You didn’t make any old man jokes after that and laughed to yourself when he seemed confused that something so “recent” was hundreds of dollars due to being so old.
You did stumble upon some old records, but none of them were cursed, which disappointed him.
“Next time, we’ll go antiquing in the devildom. I’ll show you things that are actually old.”
“You’re gonna show me a bunch of mirrors?”
“That’s it; you’re being punished as soon as we get home.”
