#NEAR READY INTO HAVING A RELATIONSHIP SO LIKEEE

[chiyoso]

ugghhhngnnghb im spiiiralllinnggg agaaainnn im so damn sorry for the inactivity everyone :(((

[helluvapoison]

hii, i was just thinking about requesting some angst w lucifer, likeee, imagine having this romantic relationship w him and that itself took a while bc he had a hard time trusting people after lilith left and he felt guilty but “moved on” and started a relationship w reader and it was great BUT THEN LILITH COMES BACK so he’s just not sure what to do or how to handle the situation..

Your writing’s amazing so I thought you’d definitely do something heart wrenching w that request (only if u want ofccc) THANK U AND HAVE A GOOD DAY <3

It was all for nothing?

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You know what’s funny?

Not funny-laughable but funny in that you can’t do anything but laugh sort of way.

Lucifer, long before the two of you became a couple, once told you how he was so certain he would feel it if Lilith ever returned to Hell. He would know, he just would. It comforted you both somehow, knowing there would be a sign and time to prepare.

You tried not to burn energy by being angry with her or waste time creating hypotheticals. It proved to be quite the challenge. Seeing Lucifer in anguish over the loss, however mysterious it was, managed to always pull from you a flurry of icy rage. His (already fleeting) inspiration and confidence had plummeted. Motivation for anything and anyone was nonexistent, himself included. Hoping a thread would keep a dangling body from falling twice was near impossible but you were determined to keep him afloat.

Even when he recoiled from your touch you saw he yearned for it all the while. Your shoulder was there to catch his tears when he sobbed, heavy guilt that threatened to eat him alive. Reassuring him that he didn’t need to take off his wedding ring if he wasn’t ready, that he was enough just as he was. You shouldered the burdens with pleasure because it was for Lucifer. And the weight of it was nothing compared to his love. These past four years you were nothing but understanding, all you needed was one moment in return.

Lucifer was prone to mood swings, jumping from one emotion to the next and leaving you to catch up. Maybe that’s why the alarm didn’t begin ringing when his smile dropped, his eyes widening and pupils turning to slits. Air was stolen from his lungs in a silent gasp, as if he was hit by something you couldn’t see.

But how could you not?

Lilith, more ethereal and radiant than her portraits claimed, was impossible to miss.

The guilt Lucifer thought he rid himself of for falling for you, thus making him disloyal to Lilith, returned all at once. There was no warning, no trickle of it, just a sudden flood of shame that threatened to drown him. Lilith’s cool, lilac eyes barely glanced his way yet did so much damage as they passed over. The trust he had spent years building with you was severed as soon as he let go of your hand. Despite the scorch of the way Lucifer burnt you, you missed his warmth immediately.

Pain of when she left was nothing compared to this agony of her return.