tomellis!lucifer x female!reader
Summary: Lucifer Morningstar never gets nervousâŠexcept when it comes to the reader (you) . Valentineâs Day, flowers, and a necklace prove even the Devil can care.
A/N- This one is a little longer specifically for Valentines Day and I couldn't help but find him nervous adorable. I could've gone on but I ran out of time so for my Lucifer peeps out there. This one is for you.
So delulu and so single I write Valentines Day fics for fictional men...
ANYWAYS... Happy Valentines Day!
Lucifer Morningstar did not get nervous.
He caused heart palpitations.
He reduced grown adults to stammering wrecks with a single look.
Which is precisely why he had been standing in front of his big penthouse mirror for the last twenty minutes.
First, it started with adjusting his cufflinks.
Then he tilted his head and smirked.
âNo, no, too smug,â he muttered to his reflection. âWeâre going for devastatingly romantic, not âIâm-about-to-ruin-your-life.ââ
He straightened his tie. Took it off. Put it back on. Took it off once again.
His eyes drifted to the piano.
Where there should have been a very large, very expensive, very Lucifer-type dramatic bouquet of deep red roses.
He turned slowly, and he couldâve sworn his heart sank.
The bouquetâimported, hand-selected, flown in from a private grower in Italy because âbasic florist roses are an insultââwas not on the piano.
He looked behind the couch.
âMaze!â he shouted instinctivelyâthen stopped. She wasnât here.
Lucifer began walking briskly through the penthouse, trying to maintain dignity.
âRight. Not panicking. Not panicking. I am the Devil. I command legions. I do not misplace flowers.â
Lucifer checked the kitchen island. Empty.
He ran a hand through his hair.
âOh, this is absurd. I had them delivered personally. I remember setting them down. I even adjusted the ribbon because it was tied like a psychopath did it.â
He stopped in the middle of the room.
His eyes widened slightly.
âWhat if someone took them?â
His mind immediately spiraled into the most dramatic conclusion possible.
A rival?
A jealous admirer of yours?
A celestial prank?
âDid Amenadiel move them?â he muttered darkly. âIs this some sort of brotherly sabotage?â
He stormed back toward the piano.
Right where he had placed them⊠after deciding the lighting was better from that angle.
âOf course theyâre there,â he said calmly to the empty room. âI put them there. Strategically.â
He walked over, picking them up carefully.
A massive bouquet of velvety red roses, dark and lush and dramatic. Exactly his style.
He inspected them like a general reviewing troops.
âRight. Excellent. See? Never lost. Merely⊠repositioned.â
And walked back to his room.
The Devil dragged a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. âItâs just an individual,â he told himself. Heâs seduced individuals all the time. This is a piece of cake. Youâre just another one.
Stunning. Intelligent. Kind in a way that didnât feel naive. You just had this quiet strength about you, the kind that didnât need to be announced. And Lucifer had known from the first moment he saw you that you were dangerous.
Not because you were wicked. Because you werenât.
You made him feel things. And that was frankly unacceptable.
He then glanced over at the velvet box that rested on the piano. It wasnât a ringâhe wasnât proposing. Though he hated to admit that he had thought about it more than once in his existence. But it was a necklace. Elegant. Understated. Like you. In fact, it was a necklace you had mentioned in passing a few months ago.
Lucifer walked over, picked it up, and ran a finger over the gem.
âValentineâs Day,â he murmured. âRidiculous human holiday.â
Never in centuries had he done Valentineâs Day.
Checking himself in the mirror again. In every reflectionâpicture frames, the piano, any glass surfaceâhe was checking himself more and more.
âYou are Lucifer Bloody Morningstar. Ruler of Hell. Former Lightbringer. You do not get nervous asking an individual to be your Valentine.â
He thought about you again. His jaw tightened just slightly.
Because this wasnât about seduction. Not really. Heâd seduced thousands. Effortless. A wink, a whisper, a slow walk across Lux.
You didnât melt when he flirted.
You smiled knowingly. Teased him back. Challenged him. Thatâs what did it for him, always.
And when you laughedâGod, that laughâit wasnât because he was the Devil.
It was because he was him.
Thatâs what terrified him.
Meanwhile, you were at home, unaware that the literal Devil was spiraling in a penthouse mirror crisis over you.
Lucifer checked his reflection one final time.
Black suit. Perfectly tailored. Open collar. Just enough skin to suggest sin.
âYes,â he decided. âThat will do.â
He grabbed the necklace, slipped it into his pocket, picked up the flowers, and in a flash, he was gone.
A knock sounded at your door.
When you opened it, you nearly forgot how to breathe.
Lucifer stood there like temptation incarnate. Dark suit. Smirk perfectly in place. But his eyesâ
His eyes were softer than usual.
âWell,â he drawled, looking you up and down slowly, appreciatively, âI was going to begin with something charming and witty, but I appear to have temporarily forgotten the English language.â
You laughed lightly. âLucifer.â
He stepped inside without waiting for permissionâtypicalâbut he didnât crowd you. Not yet.
âYou lookâŠâ he exhaled through his nose. âBloody hell.â
He ran a hand through his hairâsubtle, but you noticed.
âThe Devilâs flustered?â you teased gently.
He scoffed immediately. âFlustered? Please. Iâve survived celestial wars, darling.â
But his fingers brushed against his cuff again.
âAnd yet,â you said softly, stepping closer, âyou keep fixing that.â
His gaze dropped to your lips for half a second before returning to your eyes.
âObservant. Thatâs one of the many, many things I adore about you.â
He hadnât meant to say that.
You saw the flicker in his expression.
Lucifer inhaled slowly, then straightened his shoulders.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small velvet box.
âFor someone who claims not to care about silly human traditions,â you said gently, âyou look suspiciously prepared.â
He stepped closer now. Close enough that you could feel his warmth.
âValentineâs Day,â he said softly, his voice losing some of its playful edge. âA celebration of desire, devotion, and dramatic gestures. Frankly, itâs tailor-made for me.â
You smiled. âOf course.â
âBut,â he continued, his eyes locking with yours, more vulnerable than youâd ever seen, âthis isnât about a holiday.â
He opened the box, revealing the necklace glinting softly in the light.
Lucifer Morningstar looked at you like you were the only thing in existence.
Judging by the look on your face, he had definitely still got it â and he totally wasnât nervous.
