#lucifer one-shot

[fandoms-x-reader]

Wearing Their Clothes

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Summary: The brothers' reactions to seeing you wear an article of their clothing.

Of all the things that surprised you in the Devildom, one of the biggest shocks was the fact that it had weather just like the Human Realm. Of course, there were many representations of what “Hell” looked like. You just never saw one that showed it raining or snowing there. So, when large snowflakes started falling, to say you were both shocked and confused would be an understatement.

You were still at RAD when it started snowing. There had been a mandatory student council meeting; and, afterwards, Lucifer had asked you to stay behind and help him with some paperwork.

Diavolo had asked Lucifer to have the exchange students fill out a survey on how their time in the Devildom had been so far; and, since you were already with him, he thought yours would be the easiest to fill out.

He was pleasantly surprised when you had nothing but praise to give Lucifer. He wore a proud smile as you talked about how much you’ve been enjoying your time in the Devildom. He loved hearing you talk about it - each commendation making him feel the all-too-familiar emotion that had been bestowed upon his demon form. 

He was having such a great time, in fact, that he didn’t realize how late it had gotten until he looked out the window and noticed how dark it was outside. 

“We must have lost track of time,” Lucifer told you before offering to walk with you back to the House of Lamentation. Not that you had a choice in the matter. After all, it was far too dangerous for you to walk back by yourself.

The second you stepped outside of RAD, you immediately regretted it. The cold air bit at your skin as the snow continued to fall. You cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket; but, how were you supposed to know that it was going to snow in the Devildom today.

You walked silently alongside Lucifer, doing your best to keep your teeth from chattering. Lucifer studied you as the two of you walked. You were usually more chatty. Was something wrong?

He looked at your appearance. Your complexion was flushed, your body slightly shivering. Lucifer raised an eyebrow as suddenly he understood what was happening - you were cold.

Lucifer was immediately taking off his large fur cape and offering it to you. The gesture warmed your heart, but you declined. He needed it or else he would be cold - you argued. Lucifer would make an argument about how much more fragile humans were than demons and then tell you, “Besides, I can’t have you die from the cold. It would be a bad look for Lord Diavolo.”

You chuckled at his words before agreeing, realizing Lucifer wasn’t going to back down. He helped place his cape over your shoulders, securing it in place. You were immediately thankful for the warmth the cape provided - the color almost instantly returning to your cheeks.

Lucifer couldn’t help but smile as he looked at you in his cape - the sheer size of it nearly enveloping your entire body. The snow fell on top of you, your hair and eyelashes being coated in white. You looked beautiful. 

Lucifer admired you the whole way home, hoping that it would snow more often in the Devildom so that he could see you in his cape more often.

Mammon liked to spend a lot of time in your room. After all, he was your “first” so why shouldn’t he be allowed in there whenever he liked. He would spend countless hours in there with you. It didn’t matter what the two of you were doing, as long as you were hanging out. Some nights, by the time you were done, it would be so late that he would just stay the night in there.

So, it was no surprise when he accidentally left one of his shirts in your room. It was just a plain, black t-shirt. Nothing truly identifiable about it. Because of that, you had accidentally mistaken it for one of your shirts. 

Mammon however knew the difference. He had been looking for that shirt, not knowing where he had misplaced it.

He came to check for it in your room, barging in without knocking. “Oi, Y/N,” he began but stopped realizing the room was empty. He heard the faint sound of water running coming from the bathroom and realized you were taking a shower. He sat down on your bed, deciding to wait for you.

He scrolled on his D.D.D. for a while until the water turned off. Then a few minutes later, you came out of the bathroom - wearing his shirt.

Mammon felt his heart stop as his eyes were glued to you, his D.D.D. long forgotten about. You were surprised to see Mammon sitting in your room and you were about to say something when you noticed the deep red blush that coated his cheeks as he sat there looking incredibly flustered. “Mammon, are you okay?”

He wouldn't answer your question. Instead, he asked, “I-Is that my shirt?!” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked down at the black shirt you were wearing, now recognizing it as his. “Oh, I’m sorry,” you told him.

Mammon was a mess. The shirt clung to your body in the best way possible, leading Mammon’s mind to wander to different images of you in that shirt…and out of it. Noticing his expression you said, “I can change.”

“N-No!” Mammon said, jumping off the bed now. That was the last thing he wanted. Realizing his slip-up, Mammon tried to quickly cover his tracks by saying, “Just be grateful that the great Mammon is letting ya wear his clothes!”

When he does get his shirt back, he immediately notices that it smells like you, something that makes him smile. He will never wear it again or wash it. 

Levi was never supposed to find out.

You were doing a cosplay outfit for one of your favorite animes. You had made several videos online and had gotten a decent amount of likes. You loved it and the amount of online support you got encouraged you to do more and more outfits.

Well, it just so happened that the character you were trying to portray had a specific blue and orange jacket. It was pertinent to the character; but, you had nothing similar. So, you began brainstorming ideas on what you could do to try and replicate the clothing item.

Then, it suddenly dawned on you. You had seen Levi wearing a jacket with the same colors. It wasn’t an exact match but it would be close enough. 

You took in a deep breath as you made your way to the coat closet in the House of Lamentation, praying it was there. 

To your luck, when you opened the door, amongst the miscellaneous other coats, it was hanging up in the closet. You let out a small breath of relief. You reached your hand out to take the jacket but hesitated. Levi would probably freak if he saw you wearing his jacket. But, you really needed it.

You debated the pros and cons of taking the jacket.. One on hand, if you went and asked Levi if you could borrow the jacket, he would most likely mumble something about normies before declining out of embarrassment. Then you would be out of luck. However, if you just borrowed the jacket for a few minutes - just to make the video. Then, you could put it back and he’d never know.

Deciding that was the best course of action, you quickly took the jacket and headed back up to your room. You put the jacket on as the finishing touch and looked in the mirror. Perfect.

You began recording the video, making sure to have the perfect lighting and angle. When you were done, you rewatched it, satisfied with the results. Alright, time to put Levi’s jacket back.

“Hey, Y/N, what-,” Levi suddenly came rushing into the room. Both of you froze in shock. Was that…his? “Levi!” you said, nervously looking at him. You had been caught.

“I can explain,” you told him as his eyes widened and a blush coated his cheeks. Not only were you wearing his clothes like some normie couple, but you looked good in it. 

“I was making a cosplay video and I needed to borrow it,” you admitted. “C-Cosplay?” Levi asked, stuttering out his words as he tried to comprehend the situation.

He let out a small scream as he recognized the character you were dressed up as. It was from one of the animes he recommended to you. His eyes then trailed to the video that was still playing on your D.D.D.

You slowly took off his jacket and handed it back to him, blushing slightly. “Sorry, for taking it without asking.”

Levi took the jacket, not sure what to say. So he said the first thing that came to his mind. “Y-You’re missing the sunglasses.”

What? Levi looked back at the video again and you understood. Of course! You were missing the sunglasses for the cosplay. You knew you were missing something!

“I-I have a pair that might match,” Levi said, offering you back his jacket. If you were going to make a cosplay video, he was going to be part of it.

“That would be great!” you replied. Levi quickly left to retrieve the sunglasses as you put his jacket back on. He returned within moments, handing you the sunglasses. You put them on the way the character would and Levi asked if he could help you record the video to which you were unbelievably grateful for. 

Levi was smiling the whole time he helped. He couldn’t believe how talented you were in your impression of the character. More importantly, he couldn’t believe you were wearing his clothes!

You were sitting in Satan’s room reading a book while you waited for him to return. The two of you had been spending the afternoon together. You were reading one of your favorites, and he had been doing the same until about a few minutes ago. He had just finished his book and told you he was going to go to the library to get another book. He promised he would return shortly but it had already been several minutes.

You were huddled up underneath a blanket, but you were still cold. It felt like Satan’s room had no heat whatsoever. You let out a small sigh as you tore your eyes from the page, glancing around the room for anything that could help you warm back up. 

You couldn’t see any blankets, but you noticed one of Satan’s sweaters sitting not too far from you. You let out a small sigh as you turned the idea over and over in your head. He wouldn’t be mad if you borrowed it, right? Not if you told him you were cold. 

You wanted to ask Satan’s permission, so you waited a few more minutes, but when you realized he wasn’t going to be coming back for a while - you decided to risk it. 

You quickly jumped out of the blanket and moved over to the sweater. You picked it up carefully, admiring the material before slipping it over your head. You noticed that it smelt like Satan, the scent making you feel like you were enveloped in his arms. 

You clutched the sweater a little closer to you before moving back to your spot and huddling underneath the blanket. You opened your book back up to the spot you were at and got lost in the fictional world once again.

You were so distracted by the words on the page that you didn’t notice when Satan entered the room. He was about to announce his presence when he noticed the familiar article of clothing that you were wearing. 

His cheeks turned pink as he looked at you wearing his sweater. You looked so adorable curled up under the blanket, reading a book, while wearing his clothes. It warmed his heart. Satan moved over to you, doing his best to hide his smile. 

He sat down next to you and you had completely forgotten that you were wearing his sweater. As if it was second nature to do so. “Did you find a book?” you asked him.

Satan nodded his head before telling you, “I’m really excited to see how this turns out.” You smiled in response, thinking he was talking about the book. He wasn’t so sure.

From now on, if you were in his presence and looked the slightest bit cold, he would immediately offer you his sweater, wanting to see you in his clothes more often.

Asmo was the resident fashion designer in the House of Lamentation. Whenever someone needed advice on an outfit, they immediately turned to him.; and, it was no secret why. His fashion advice was always on point. He could turn the dullest of outfits into a beautiful masterpiece. 

Tonight, Asmo had invited you to dinner at a new restaurant that had open. They asked him to attend with a plus one to bring more business. After all, he had tons of fans who would go to the restaurant just to see him.

Asmo had asked you to be his plus one, and you couldn’t have been more excited. Until he told you how many people would be looking at the two of you and taking pictures. Then, nerves set in as you began panicking about what to wear.

“Don’t worry! I’ll help you!” Asmo comforted, taking you by your hand to your room. He would have you put on a mini-fashion show for him, trying on multiple different outfits to try and find the right one. But, nothing you had quite fit the vibe of the restaurant. 

Asmo thought for a moment, until he came up with an idea. He had the perfect outfit for you! Asmo quickly brought you to his room, pulling out the outfit and handing it to you. He ushered you into his bathroom, telling you to try it on.

When you did, you were surprised at how well it fit - and how good it looked. You stepped out of the bathroom and at first, Asmo didn’t say anything. He just stared at you, a large smile spreading across his face.

“How do I look?” you asked after the silence began to grow awkward. Asmo tried to keep his composure as the thought of you wearing his clothes in public threatened to spark his sin. “That’s the one!” Asmo told you excitedly before helping you do your make-up. By the end of it all, the two of you looked like you had walked straight off the pages of a magazine. 

You made your way to the restaurant and when you got there, you were met with countless cameras. It seemed like everyone wanted to capture the restaurant’s grand opening.

Asmo grabbed your hand as the cameras started flashing, documenting yours and Asmo’s presence. He led you into the restaurant, his smile only growing larger as he thought about you wearing his outfit. The photos would forever document that you were wearing his clothes.

It was a complete accident. 

You had left the House of Lamentation while it was warm out, so you didn’t think to bring an umbrella. Who would?

Well, apparently, it was the biggest mistake you could have made because on your way home, you had found yourself in the middle of a rainstorm. You had no protection from it, the droplets soaking you from head to toe.

You began running to the House of Lamentation, letting out a sigh of relief as you made it to the front door. You quickly entered, thankful to be out of the storm. Then you heard someone behind you. “I see you forgot your umbrella.” You jumped as you turned around and saw Lucifer standing there.

A small blush coated your cheeks as you were embarrassed of the state you were currently in. Lucifer asked you to go to the laundry room so that you didn’t track water everywhere and you agreed, making a beeline towards the room.

When you got there, you quickly took off your wet clothes. You looked around the large room for your basket of laundry, confused when you couldn’t find it.

Then, you realized you had taken it to your room earlier to finish folding the clean clothes. Could this day get any worse.

So, here you were standing naked in the House of Lamentation's laundry room, contemplating how you ended up here. 

You had to come up with something quick before one of the brothers accidentally walked in on you. 

Looking to your right, you saw a large black t-shirt with a design on it. You quickly picked it up, examining it. You had seen Beel wearing it at some point. You held it up to you and noticed that it was so big compared to you. It would be enough to cover you until you could make it to your room. 

You quickly slipped Beel’s shirt on, double-checking that everything was covered before opening the door. All you had to do was make it to your room without being seen. Easy, right?

You turned out of the laundry room, immediately bumping into a large figure. The force caused you to stumble back as you felt two large arms steady you. You looked up to see Beel, looking at you like a confused puppy as he took in your appearance. 

You immediately began blushing as he asked, “Are you wearing my shirt?” Your mind tried to explain the situation, but your words merely came out as a series of stuttered words before you gave up. “It’s a long story,” you told him defeatedly.

Beel could see that you had a long day and he didn’t want to make it worse. So, he didn’t question you any further. Besides, he had to admit it made him feel flustered, seeing you in his clothes. He thought it was adorable how his shirt looked like it was going to swallow you up at any moment.

“Keep it as long as you need,” Beel told you with a small smile. You were thankful that Beel didn’t make things any more awkward as you pushed past him to go to your room.

Beel entered the laundry room to get the rest of his clothes and noticed your discarded clothes. His cheeks felt hot as realized that you were completely nude underneath his shirt. 

He did his best to push out intrusive thoughts as he made his way back to his room, his clean laundry in his arms.  

Revenge.

When it came to you and Belphie, you were sure that was the only reason you did anything anymore. 

Belphie liked to act like a brat and decided to do things he knew would frustrate you because he liked to see the way you would react.

So, he decided to start a prank war with you. But, you were not a pushover; and, you were going to make sure Belphie realized that once and for all. 

So, when he started pulling minor pranks. You let him think he was getting the best of you, until you had pulled a much larger prank on him. You had surprised Belphie with your creativity and your tenacity. But, he wasn’t ready to back down either.

Minor pranks turned into much more serious ones, the two of you so wrapped up in your war that you could hardly pay attention to anything else.

You had just pulled your latest prank of Belphie the day before. You were waiting anxiously for Belphie to pull his prank, constantly watching your back. 

He could strike from anywhere at any time. 

It was getting late, so you had decided Belphie wasn’t going to pull his prank today. You went to your bedroom to go to bed.

However, as soon as you opened the door to your room, you immediately regretted it as a large bucket off water poured on top of you. You let out a small gasp as your clothes were completely drenched. Really?!

You let out a small scoff as you immediately began thinking of retaliation pranks, making your way to your closet to change into a dry pair of clothes.

But, when you got there, you saw that the closet was completely empty. Belphie had taken all of your clothes.

You were fuming as you made your way to the Twin’s Room, bursting through the door to find Belphie in there by himself, lounging on his bed with a smile. 

“Where are my clothes?” you asked him, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Belphie replied, smirking back at you.

“All of my clothes are gone,” you stated, knowing full well that he was the culprit. “It looks like you’ll just have to sleep in your wet clothes then,” Belphie replied, turning his attention to his D.D.D.

You glared at him, anger coursing through your veins. He was not winning this one. After realizing Belphie wasn’t going to give you your clothes back, you came up with a new idea.

“Fine,” you told him, marching over to his closet. Belphie tore his eyes away from D.D.D to look up at you. “What are you doing?” he asked, watching your every move.

“If I can’t wear my clothes, then I’ll just have to wear yours,” you replied, stripping your shirt off before putting his on. The rage you were feeling was clouding your mind to the point where you didn’t even realize you had just undressed in front of Belphie.

Belphie most definitely realized though, the image of your half-naked body being seared into his mind as he looked at you in shock.

You then changed into a pair of Belphie’s sweatpants and his cheeks were stained pink as he tried to comprehend what was happening. Luckily, the shirt had covered most of what he would have seen. But, his imagination was running wild. 

You turned to face him, wearing his clothes and his eyes traced every inch of you. You wore a satisfied smirk as you locked eyes. “Good night,” you stated, walking back out of the twins room, a blush on your cheeks at the way Belphie was looking at you. You won.

[nose-nippin-fun]

I just adore the idea of Lucifer bonding with various hotel members.

Angel teaching him pole dancing as a fun exercise to get him out of depressive funks.

Husk shooting the shit over drinks and letting him talk out his complex feelings surrounding Lilith.

Letting Niffty inspect new creations (mostly ducks) for any blemishes and gifting her a little roach duck as thanks.

Going for flights with Vaggie and listening intently to stories of everything he’s missed with Charlie to try and understand his daughter better (and also teasingly asking when the wedding is).

Bonus points if Alastor sees him pole dancing and is like:

[ashomodeus]

Hi all, it's been a minute... Work has been really rough. I promise I haven't disappeared again. Here's this.

Where is each brother + Dateables favorite place to... connect with Mc.

Gn!Mc, Smut warning, bad grammar, take a shot every time breeding is mentioned, food porn for Beel.

Why am I at work for 12 hours???

Thank you, Beyonce, for providing me with this phone to write. She's my ghost writer if anyone asks. If her lawyers ask, this is a joke.

Lucifer 》 His study

●With under the desk support from Mc all his stress is magically gone.

●No one bothers him when he's in his study, meaning hours... and I mean hours could go past and no one would question why he's in there so long.

●Would test Mc's limits, having them cock warm him as he finishes his last bit of work. Don't think that Mc is the only one being teased. Lucifer has always been able to focus on one thing at a time but with Mc there? Forget it. 'How would Mc look bent over there, How about on my desk, or right in front of the door for his brother's to hear MC is all his for the night'

●Mc giving him head while he's trying to have an important conference call.

●Having Mc lay on the couch exposing their filled holes threatening to drip out while he finishes his work.

●He has some things in his office for Mc like a designated drawer for Mc that only Mc and Lucifer can access like rope, towels, a change of underwear, some toys for Mc to use while Lucifer is busy.

Mammon 》His car

●Two things that he loves.

●His favorite thing is to recieve head while driving. He enjoys edging and pushing himself as far as possible until he has to pull over. He wants to pull over because he wants to be milked until he's weak.

● He would want to drive while pounding into Mc.He would never be able to drive without Mc again without having to pull over and masturbate to the idea of Mc being there.

●Mammon likes to convince Mc to go run an errand with him just for them to both to come back disheveled. Mammon doesn't want anyone to see Mc in that way and doesn't want anyone to hear them so he'll find a few places.

●Once Mc did a nude photo shoot in Mammons car and those photos will always remain in his empty wallet.

●Mammon hates messes in his car but he so his seats have waterproof covers for certain reasons...

Levi 》Anywhere with water

●Listen water can make you feel weightless. Since water is his strong suit he knows how to control water and make sure Mc doesn't drown.

●Beach trips normally involve Mc and Levi leaving for a swim and not coming back for hours. Mc would think the sand would get everywhere but devildoms sand is so much different.

●Levi loves sneaking into the shower while Mc is showering. Sometimes, he just loves to watch Mc. He especially gets turned on if Mc doesn't notice he's there watching. He slowly strips as he walks into the shower with Mc, only startling them for a second. He loves taking the shower head and putting it on sensitive places of Mc's increasing water pressure the more sensitive Mc got.

● He loves "accidentally" spilling water on Mc while gaming together.

Satan 》 Library

●Knowledge is power and just when he think he's read every book. There's a new series he can read. Once he met Mc it was a bit difficult to focus on both reading and Mc. He soon realized he can have it both.

●Having Mc read to him while he fucks them. He would stop everytime Mc would stop. He just loved felling Mc tense as he stopped.

●Another fun thing to him is that Mc would have to keep quiet since they were in a public place. The rush he got thinking of someone walking in on him having his cock rammed into the beloved Mc.

●He keeps a list of books to the said that he thinks would sound a lot better with Mc's breathy moans. He also finds it as great stress relief. They would sneak into the library after hours so Mc could make as much noise as possible.

●Sometimes when they're reading together Satan makes Mc wear a vibrating toy and silently turns it on and off when he pleases.

Asmo 》His bedroom

●Asmo is an expert when it comes to connecting. His room has all the necessities. Sound proofing, toys, ropes, leashes, wax, towels, everything. He could give Mc a facial mask after giving them facial.

●Theres a mirror on the ceiling that is right above the bed, mirrors everywhere. If Mc was having a low confidence day he would cover up the mirrors or fuck Mc in front of them in every position to show them how hot they truly are.

●Asmo room also has a camera that follows sound so he can record whenever they are fucking but of course that involves being loud enough.

●Sometimes Asmo will indulge in black coffee because he doesn't want to loose energy or stamina. He wants Mc to do so many things and make sure that Mc's mind is just full of how good they feel and how horny they are.

Beel 》 Kitchen or bedroom

●Duh

●Food play. He loves nyotaimori/ namtaimori; Body sushi, Human tray. He loves to layout his favorite foods on Mc, keeping them as protected as possible. He also would love to fuck Mc with a certain things then eat them. Ie: Cucumber. He wants to see how much of the thick cucumber Mc could take, licking the cucumber in-between tries. Then proceeding to eat it after.

●His fantasy would involve him coming down for a midnight snack and Mc is there surrounded by his favorite food. Mc being just as hungry for Beel as he is for them.

●Ever since the few nights Mc slept on Beels bed. He's been hungry. Their smell is permanently embedded into the bed. He would want to fuck Mc in that bed. He would give Mc a lot of oral. Making sure to taste every drop of them.

●He would to fill up Mc with his load to make sure Mc is as full as he is.Though he's very considerate Mc should expect a bit of soreness next day.

Belphie 》 Attic

●A place to be by himself in a cozy bed Mc riding him as he's slowly woken up.

●The attic is a quiet place. He normally dreams the most about Mc in this room. If anyone tries to interrupt their time together Belphie will quickly cum inside Mc and plug their hole with their underwear. He likes to see them squirm around at the discomfort of the underwear getting soaked with Belphie's juices.

●He likes waking up Mc with him about to cum on their face. He also loves sleepy horny sex where they can't even tell what's where.

●Belphie is extremely possessive so everything is on his stuff. It's not because he's lazy It's because their sent keeps him calm and makes him want- actually NEED them.

●He once used bedsheets to tie up Mc to the bed to overstimulate and exhaust them.

Solomon 》 Anywhere and everywhere

●Mc's room, his room, over here, over there, everywhere. Solomon is proud he scored the hottest human out there. He will fuck Mc when he wants wherever he wants. The idea of someone walking in on them makes him fuck Mc’s throat harder.

●One of his favorite places is the empty classroom right next to an active classroom.

●He admits to watching Mc change in their bedroom from an enchanted mirror he gifted them.

●He loves to tease Mc while they are out. Together they can make a single trip turn into an 8 hour errands day. Once he had Mc pinned in an alleyway while feeling them up and giving them aggressive hickies. He walked away as if nothing happened and Mc weak knees would struggle to carry themselves.Mc would get so desprate that they would drag Solomon to another alleyway and they would be at it for at least an hour.

Diavolo》 The balcony of the Castle or even hidden rooms

●He loves to show what he can offer Mc besides he massive cock. Of course he's anxious to rule devildom but he will do what needs to be done. Mc grounds him. What he doesn't tell Mc is that it's practically impossible to see that balcony. He would never jeopardize Mc or anyone's respect. The balcony gives him time to think a time to feel and reflect. Making Mc feels good makes him feel good.

●He loves exposing Mc's gaping hole towards the balcony. It shows everyone that only he can fill that hole.

●Diavolo is constantly hiding from Barbatos and he loves to drag Mc with him. Sometimes Diavolo forgets what rooms are in this huge castle so it's an adventure with Mc. Small rooms where Mc can barely move due to being pinned by Diavolo. He loves the rush of hiding and trying to be as quickly as possible. He wants to please every part of Mc.

●He loves when Barbatos finds themsawsee and he awkwardly leaves while Diavolo continues.

Barbatos 》 Mc's room

●He wants Mc to be as comfortable as they can be. He enjoys giving Mc massages. Waiting on Mc hand and foot. He wants Mc as comfortable as possible.

●He's more of a pleasure dom than anything. He gets off by just seeing Mc sprawled out on the bed shaking from pleasure. He could simply cum to the thought of it. It's private and quiet. He doesn't have to worry about anyone else except Mc. After he Mc into mush he'll be in the kitchen cooking them their favorite meal. Just to give them enough energy for a round two. He would snap photos of the exhausted Mc to keep for later just to stare.

●Mc's room is also good for Barbatos because Diavolo won't bother him as much. Barbatos only uses his demon form when he wants to fill all of Mcs holes.

●Any messes made in the room he'll clean it up. Since he knows he'll be cleaning anything that happens to get dirty. He's into a lot of WAM (wet and messy) Mainly with saliva, cum, sweat. The more the better it shows him he's doing a good job at pleasing Mc.

Simeon 》 Mc’s bedroom

●He wants Mc to be comfortable. He's never really felt as calm and confident ever since meeting Mc. When Mc looks like they are calm it calms him. Simeon feels safe to sort of lose control. He's a tease outside of the bedroom but now he can actually act out everything he wants to do. By everything, he means everything. Everyday he thinks of a new way He could fuck Mc or even have Mc fuck him.

●Mc's room feels familiar enough for the both of them. Of course it's a bit difficult when the brothers are home but that's when Simeon implements the quiet game. He slams himself into Mc and see how long it takes for Mc to almost give out.

●He loves texting Mc to meet him in their room. He's just so excited to be able to show Mc he's not just an Angel. He can make Mc feel things that they have yet to feel.

●They barely use the bed. Simeon likes to make sure there's a different position everytime. His mind is corrupted by how many positions or how many times can he make Mc cum that night.

[preppy-drug-addict-spider]

Funny🤍🩷 ONESHOT

LOST KITTY

Y/N: Look, I found a kitty outside!<3 *Holds up Husk*

Angel: Toots, that's Husk...

Y/N: *Whispers* Play along.

Angel: *Nods and smirks* Aww! Where did ya find this adorable little thing~?

Y/N: On the streets all by itself!

Husk: I was literally at the store with you-

Angel: He is so cute! Let's take him in!

Husk: I already stay here-

Y/N: First! He needs a bath! From staying out there for so long, he must be dirty.

Husk: NO.

Angel: Your right! Come on Kitty~.

Husk: *Being dragged to the bathroom* NO-, What is wrong with you both-?!

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

How the tables have turned - Lucifer x fem!reader x Adam

Hello! I had a few ideas involving Lucifer and this one is one of them. But also, prepare for a bit of Lucifer spam this week because this man is angst fuel (and you know how much I love writing angst). I promise I will return with some Alastor posts too after these few ones with Lucifer (and I also have a request I am currently working on). Hope you will like it <3 Words: ~2700 TW: angst

"Do you still love her?" you asked, your voice nothing more than a whisper, as you lay on your knees. Things with Lucifer haven't been so smooth lately, and your realisation that he still had feelings for his Lilith is slowly killing you from inside, despite your best efforts to hide it.

He stood in front of you, pinching the bridge of his nose while a deep sigh escaped him. He paused for a moment, debating on the right words to say. His shoulders slumped as he spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of defensiveness and guilt. "Of course. She was my wife, wasn't she?" He looked away, his eyes flickering as he avoided eye contact with you. There was a part of him that still longed for Lilith, a lingering ember of their past still burning within his chest.

You stared at the ring on your finger, the gold now feeling like a shackle rather than a symbol of eternal love. Doubts gnawed at you—was this really a promise of forever, or just a placeholder until Lilith decided to return? The thought twisted your heart, making you question everything you thought you knew about your marriage.

"But... You're married to me..."

He turned back to you, a pang of guilt stabbing at his heart as he saw the tears welling up in your eyes. He cursed himself silently for causing you pain, even If his feelings for Lilith were complicated.

"I know," he said softly, his voice filled with a mix of defensiveness and resignation. "But it's not that easy. We have a long history..."

"She left you... You and Charlie were out here struggling and she didn't give a fuck..." you spat at him.

His eyes narrowed slightly as you called him out. The mention of Charlie hit a sore spot, and he bristled at the mention of his daughter's struggles.

"You don't understand!" he snapped back, his voice rising in frustration. "She may have left, but the memories and emotions don't just disappear! You think I don't know about Charlie? I care about her more than anything else in this world."

"Then why the fuck are you doing this to me? Why couldn't you just deal with it and leave me out of this?" He let out a frustrated sigh, his grip on himself slipping a bit. He ran a hand through his hair, his expression shifting from defensiveness to resignation.

"It's not that simple," he repeated, his voice softer this time. "I never intended for this to happen... I thought I could move on, that my feelings for Lilith wouldn't still linger. But I was wrong. I never meant to hurt you, believe me." You got up, slowly making your way to the door. Without thinking, he reached out and grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

"No, wait," he pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. "Please, don't go. We need to talk about this."

"I just want to go for a walk..." He watched as you pulled your arm away, frustration building up inside of him. He knew he couldn't force you to stay, but the thought of you walking out on him was almost too much to bear.

"Fine," he retorted, his voice coming out harsher than he intended. "Go ahead, take your walk. But this isn't over. We still need to figure this out."

You walked past him, slowly disappearing into the crowd of Pentagram City. Your mind was racing, as you erratically passed from one street to the other.

Eventually, you found yourself on a worn bench, its cold metal biting through your clothes as you tried to steady your breathing. The chaotic noise of Pentagram City buzzed around you, a harsh reminder that you were just one more lost soul in this damned place. You felt like a cruel joke, a stand-in until the real queen returned to claim her throne. Closing your eyes, you exhaled shakily, fighting the tears that threatened to spill.

"Rough day?" you jumped when you heard the sudden voice next to you. You looked up, being met with the mask of an exorcist, your eyes widening in fear.

Adam burst out in laughter seeing you so terrified. "Whoa there, honey. Take a few deep breaths. It's just little old me."

You knew everything that happened between Lucifer and Adam in the past, but somehow, despite you being married to his biggest enemy, Adam never seemed to have a personal problem with you. Yes, he treated you like shit just like he did with everyone else, but that was all.

"What... How did you find me?" you asked confused and he pointed at Heaven Embassy which was just a few meters away. You haven't even realised you were so close to it. You scoffed, your gaze returning to the ground as you tried to even your breath.

"Well, sweetheart, you're not exactly being stealthy, walking around in a huff like that. I just happened to spot you from up there and got curious. So, what got you all worked up? Bad day at work? Or is it something more, like maybe a little lover's quarrel?"

"It's none of your business, Adam..." you harshly said, a tear rolling down your cheek.

"Hey, now, I may be a lot of things: awesome, great, a sex master..." he replied, his tone a mix of banter and genuine compassion, "but I'm not heartless. You're clearly upset about something, and whether you want to admit it or not, I can tell it's not just some little disagreement. C'mon, spill the beans."

"Lucifer... he still loves Lilith... and I don't know how to deal with it..." you admitted, your eyes never leaving the shiny ring on your finger.

Adam's expression darkened at your words, his cocky attitude faltering for a moment. He clenched his jaw, a mix of anger and bitterness flooding his mind as old memories came back to him. He leaned back, a coldness in his eyes as he spoke.

"Ah, of course. It's always about those two, isn't it? Some things never change..." He paused briefly, his mind clearly elsewhere before shifting his gaze back to you. "I happen to know how it feels when your spouse clearly has feelings for... someone else..."

"Yeah… I'm sorry for what happened to you…" you said softly as you heard the pain in his voice.

Adam's expression softened slightly at your empathetic words. He let out a heavy sigh, staring into the distance for a moment before responding. "Don't worry about it, sweetheart. I've had my own fair share of heartbreaks, trust me. But it's not your fault." He shifted his position on the bench, focusing his gaze on you once more. "You love Lucifer, don't you?"

You were taken aback by his question, but, to your surprise, the answer didn't come as fast as it used to. "I... I do..." you hesitated.

He leaned closer, his expression curious and intrigued. "But... you sound unsure. Love's not supposed to have doubts, darling. Especially when you're literally wearing his ring on your finger." he pointed at it, his finger briefly touching yours.

"What's the point?" You sighed. "It doesn't matter what I do... I took care of him... I was there for Charlie when she actually needed her mother that was nowhere to be seen... And still, I am not enough for him."

Adam raised an eyebrow, hearing the frustration and disappointment in your voice. He leaned back, contemplating your words for a moment, before speaking again. "Let me tell you, darling, that's a sentiment I'm all too familiar with. But let me ask you this..." He paused, his eyes locking on yours. "Do you really want to be with someone who doesn't see your worth? Who doesn't appreciate everything you've done for them?"

You looked at him confused, taken aback by his words. "I..." you started, trying to find your words. "And what should I do? I have nowhere to go apart from Charlie's hotel and I really don't want to involve her in this..."

Adam studied your face intently, sensing the conflict and uncertainty in your emotions. He leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a softer tone. "You see, the problem seems to lie in the fact that you're feeling trapped. You feel like you have nowhere else to go like you're forced to stay with someone who takes you for granted." He paused, mulling over his own thoughts before continuing. "But let me ask you this... How would you feel if you weren't tied down to Lucifer? If you were... free?"

You thought for a moment, letting his words sink in. "I guess I would... leave." you finally admitted, sure of your words.

Adam nodded, a smug grin forming on his face. "There ya go. Good girl. Now, you understand what needs to be done, don't you?" He leaned back, stretching his arms behind his head, crossing one leg over the other. "Now, here's the fun part. Say you leave Lucifer, where are you gonna go? Heaven? Pfft, like they'd let you in."

You scoffed. "You don't make any sense..."

Adam chuckled, clearly amused by your confusion. "Oh, but I do. You don't really have a lot of options, now do you? Sure, your lovely Charlie's hotel is there, but you don't want to burden her with all this, right? And Heaven? They won't even open the gates for you. So, you see, you're in a bit of a bind." He leaned in closer, a sly smirk on his face. "But hey, guess who's got the solution for ya?"

"What... What are you suggesting?" you asked, your eyebrows narrowing in confusion.

Adam leaned back again, enjoying your reaction to his words. "Oh, it's simple, sweetheart. If you leave Lucifer, you're gonna need a new place to call home, right? A place where you're wanted and appreciated." He paused, studying your reactions before dropping the bomb. "What if you come with me?"

"What?!" You snapped. "I've heard how you treated Eve and Lilith! Like they were nothing to you! You think I want this?"

Adam's smirk faltered a bit at your outburst, his ego slightly bruised. He raised an eyebrow, a mix of defensiveness and irritation on his face. "And who told you all this stuff, hmm?" he retorted, leaning forward, his tone a bit defensive. "Sure, I might've had my moments, but I don't know where you're getting this 'treating them like nothing' nonsense. They were my wives, after all."

"Well, Lucifer said-" you began, only to be cut off by him.

"Oh, big surprise, Lucifer said that, huh? I suppose he's a reliable source of information, isn't he? The Fallen Angel himself, just feeding you all the truth out of the kindness of his heart." The sarcasm in his voice was thick as he rolled his eyes. "Tell me, darling, do you really think he's got your best interests at heart? Do you really think he won't throw you out the door as soon as Lilith steps back into the picture?"

"I..." Adam saw the uncertainty in your face, a flicker of doubt in your eyes. He leaned closer, sensing that he struck a nerve. "That's right, sweetheart. You're not sure, are ya? You've been second-guessing yourself, questioning where you stand with Lucifer. But deep down, you know the truth. You know that you're not his number one priority, that he's still hung up on Lilith." He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. "And that's why you're sitting here, feeling lost and alone, right?"

You turned your back on him. You knew he was right... But running away with him? It felt a bit too much. "I could never leave Charlie… She needs me…" you whispered, the weight of your responsibilities pulling you back from the edge. Adam huffed, the flicker of annoyance crossing his face briefly before he masked it. He reached out, his grip firm but not forceful, turning you to face him again, the intensity in his eyes impossible to ignore.

"You're telling me you're willing to put up with Lucifer's bullshit just because of Charlie? You really think she'd want you to suffer like that?" He paused, his grip on your arm tightened slightly. "Come with me, sweetheart. I'll treat you better than Lucifer ever did."

You fidgeted with your ring, considering his words carefully. "Are you really going to bring me, a sinner, to Heaven, just for this?" you whispered, a bit unsure of his words.

A sly grin formed on Adam's face as you asked your question. "Oh, darling, I've got a little trick up my sleeve for that. You see, I have a direct line to the big boss himself, so to speak." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "I can pull a few strings, arrange things so that... well, let's just say that you could have a special little place in Heaven, all to yourself." He smirked. "Besides... you do miss your family, don't you?"

Your eyes opened wide, as your heart skipped a bit. "My family...? Are they there? You know them?" you desperately asked.

Adam chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect his words were having on you. "Oh, I know them alright. And they're all up there in Heaven, enjoying the celestial life." He leaned back, a satisfied smile on his face. "See, baby, I told you I could make that happen for you. A place in Heaven, all your loved ones around you... and a husband who'll actually treat you right. Sounds pretty good, doesn't it?"

You sighed, thinking about it. But he was right. There was no point in staying just so you could be a replacement. You looked up at him, determination hinted in your eyes. "I need proof... Show me that they're actually there and I'll come with you."

Adam's smirk widened a spark of excitement in his eyes. He knew he had you now. "Smart girl," he said with a nod. "You want proof, I can give you proof." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper once more. "But before we do this, I need one thing from you..."

"What is it?" you asked, suddenly feeling so vulnerable in front of him. He looked down at your finger, tracing the line of the golden ring.

"I need you to give me something... something that shows you're serious about leaving Lucifer behind." He paused, his eyes meeting yours, a hint of playful challenge in his expression. "Take the ring off."

You hesitated, the cool metal of the ring digging into your skin as a tear slipped down your cheek. This small circle of gold had once been a symbol of hope, but now it felt like a lie. With trembling fingers, you slid it off, feeling a pang of loss as you handed it to Adam, knowing this was the first real step towards a future you couldn't yet see.

"That's a good girl," he praised, eyeing the ring in his palm, "now we're getting somewhere." He stood up, offering his hand to you. "Let's go, sweetheart. Time to show you what you really deserve."

Lucifer paced back and forth in the living room, Charlie watching him silently, worry filling her more and more with every moment.

"Dad, I need you to tell me why she left... Did you have a fight again?" she asked. He stopped pacing for a moment, sighing deeply as he looked at his daughter. There was no point in hiding the truth from her anymore.

"Yes," he admitted, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "We had another fight. And it was mostly about... your mother."

When Charlie was about to speak, a knock on the door interrupted them. Lucifer ran towards it, hoping it might be you, but just as he opened the door he froze. He slowly picked something off the floor, silence filling the room.

"Dad, are you ok?" Charlie asked. "Who is it?" Lucifer slowly closed the door, a golden paper in his hands, your ring tied to it. The sight made his heart ache, the weight of your absence suddenly hitting him like a ton of bricks.

"Dad?" Charlie asked again, as he placed the paper on a table, walking away in silence. She quickly grabbed the paper, in order to read what was written, but her heart skipped a beat at the sight.

"How the tables have turned, fucker. "

Tags: @ratsematary @littlebluefishtail

[cryptidghostgirl]

Lovely (Lucifer x Reader)

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Description: Lucifer had heard rumor of the demon with the ability to alter people's memories. Y/n was a marvel and he had her wrapped right around his pinky.

Warnings: Same angst, new target.

Word Count: 1,631

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A/N This fic is inspired by Spud Cannon's song Lovely. Also don't mind me and my silly little Latin obsessed brain (Lucifer translates to light bringer and is a combination of the latin verb ferre, to bring, and lux, light. I fuck around with that in this.)

That was what had drawn her to him first: the elegance. Lucifer was a graceful man, a beautiful man, a terribly sad person. In retrospect, that should have been Y/n's sign to take a step back but, it is always so difficult to find the right path in the moment. He had seemed so utterly heartbroken, because, as she now knew, he was so utterly heartbroken, and Y/n had thought: maybe I can help?

Her motivations had just been that at first, helping. It wasn't her fault that he was charming and funny and did things that made her want to be more than friends with him with such alarming regularity that it felt like her life was the worst rollercoaster at an amusement park. The one with eight billion sharp turns and uncomfortable seats that left rider's tailbones bruised. It was almost too much to bear.

Lucifer had heard rumors of the demon who had been gifted with the ability to alter people's memories. It had never been gossip that had interested him much until Lilith had left. Suddenly, his mind had felt like a curse. In the throws of despair, he had looked for her, hunted her down. It hadn't take long, he was Lucifer after all. When he was the one asking the questions, few dared to defy.

The shop was a hole in the wall, drenched in the smell of incense and covered in crystals and other odd objects of curiosity. Lucifer could've sworn he recognized the imp horns on the wall but, ignored it. He was there for a reason and asking questions like that were not the path to his end goal.

The demon herself, the famed mystery, was statuesque. She had sat her table in the back of the shop, draped in jewelry made of bones and gold. She had gifted him the first session free of charge.

In order to keep the pain at bay, Lucifer had been required to come to her shop at least once a month. Y/n was a comfort to him, he associated her with the feeling of relief. The two became fast friends.

"Light bringer." she would beckon him in with a smile, "Still counting those forget-me-nots?"

She spoke to him in Latin, in his first eternal language. She weaved images in the air with the smoke from her fires. She was amazing, a miracle worker. Lucifer was grateful for her, for her skill.

Y/n knew the truth behind it. She tried to ignore it, tried to still her raging heart. She knew it was doomed, had seen with her own eyes the way he was still so in love with someone else. Still, when he had asked her on that first date, a year into them knowing one another, she hadn't been able to bring herself to refuse. He had been so sweet, so earnest, so cheesy. He had asked her to be his and she had told him the truth: she already was.

It was a constant state of denial, one big, overwhelming lie she convinced herself was true. In the beginning, Lucifer had been a doting partner. He surprised her with flowers, he always tried to make her smile. It had all stopped the day she had told him she couldn't use her gift on him anymore.

"Why not?" he has asked, alarmed.

"Because, Ferende Lucem (man bringing light), it's not healthy. I can't make things go away forever, just hide them. You still need to deal with them eventually."

Y/n had thought it was time, had figured that two years of dating and three years of knowing one another would be enough. She had been wrong. Lucifer had ceased in his affections in all but name. No longer was she whisked away to the palace, no longer did she wake to one of his creations on her bedside table.

After about a month, she had decided to take things into her own hands. She refused to recede into the gaps he was creating, refused to just let this all go. Y/n loved him, truly. She wouldn't let the love die without a fight.

The palace guards knew her well, had let her in without question. After some searching, Y/n had found Lucifer locked away in his office. The place smelled of despair. He didn't turn from his empty desk at the sound of the door opening.

"Light Bringer." Y/n hummed softly, rapping a knuckle on the already open door, "Counting your forget-me-not's?"

She hadn't asked him that in years, not since before they had gotten together. He lifted his head from his hands, looking over his shoulder just the slightest bit.

"Malefica (witch)." he replied, his voice low and hollow.

Y/n smiled softly at the pet name and entered the room, letting the door stand open in her wake. She approached him, wrapping her arms around his tired shoulders and pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

"Please." Lucifer's voice cracked, "Please take them from me. It's too much, they're too heavy."

Y/n didn't reply, simply nestling her chin into his hair.

"Y/n, please."

"You know I can't do that." she sighed, "It's not healthy."

"This is what is not healthy."

Y/n let go of him and turned his chair so they faced one another. She kneeled down on the ground before him, clasping his hands in her own. His eyes were ringed with red. In that moment, they weren't a fallen angel and a demon, they were just two people. Two people in love and two people housing broken hearts they lied to themselves to stitch back together.

"Lucifer." her eyes searched his face.

It was rare she called him by his true name. The gravity of the moment clung to their skin.

"Lucifer, what am I to you?"

He looked away. Y/n sighed, her heart cracking straight down the middle within the confines of her chest.

"Can I..." she cleared her throat, steeling her nerves, "Am I ever going to be what you're looking for?"

Lucifer's eyes snapped back to Y/n.

"You are what I'm looking for." he insisted, taking his trembling hands from hers and cupping them gently around her face, "You, Y/n, are my sweet little magician, my salve."

"My magic is, you mean."

Lucifer had always been a terrible liar. It was one of the things Y/n loved about him, the way the truth bubbled to the surface of his being. Right now, she wished he could be the best liar on the planet, the best in all of Hell. Right now, she wished she could've been born blind.

Y/n got to her feet, Lucifer's hands hanging in the air where they had held her last. There was no more running, no more hiding from the truth. This was the precipice, the breaking point, the fall.

"You're my salve." he repeated again, his voice soft and sounding like he was trying to convince himself of the fact as much as he was trying to get through to her.

"Don't lie to me." Y/n demanded, tears pressing behind her eyes, "Don't. Just... just don't."

Oh how she wished she could turn back time, set the clocks to zero.

"You never loved me, did you?"

The question hung unanswered in the air. Y/n had known it for a long time, had known it since the beginning to be perfectly honest but saying it out loud made it all the more real. She was dazed, spinning, out of control.

"You don't love me."

"I wish I could. I'm..."

Y/n scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest and holding back tears. She looked away.

"I'm sorry."

"I'll see myself out, I guess."

She hoped he'd call out for her, run after her into the hallway, ask if they could try again could start over. Of course Lucifer did no such thing.

For all the things she had helped her clients forget over the years, Y/n understood them even more now than she ever had before. It was complicated. Now she was going to have to reshape her life. If she ever saw him in the street, it would be her duty to pretend she didn't know him. The memories spawned the terror of potential futures, dreams where things worked out, where everything was okay. They sent her mind reeling.

She had known, all along she had feared the worst and feared confirmation of her knowledge. That was the worst part, it hadn't even been a surprise. It had simply been just that, a confirmation of the truth.

The world caved in around her as she walked home, houses and shops and people all blurring together into something undistinguished and undefinable.

Lovely, that's what he was. In all his misfortune, in all his despair, in all his grace. Lovely but oh god, oh god he didn't love her. Not the way she wanted him to. Not the way she loved him.

Y/n pulled the curtains shut to her little shop, moving methodically and without thought. She sat down at the table in the back, before the pot of incense. She lit it.

Not once in all her years had she ever tried to do use her magic on herself. It seemed like a line in the sand, something utterly forbidden. Y/n shut her eyes.

When she reopened them, the world felt different. Time had passed, she could tell it had but her mind refused to give shape to the years.

"So this is what it must feel like." she mumbled aloud, noticing the remnants of her ritual spread out on the table before her, "I wonder what happened."

[katnisspeetaprim]

Painting Lucifer's Nails

Lucifer Morningstar/Reader

Based on the above request! Requests are also open for Hazbin Hotel! Feel free to send some over!

Warning: None, just fluff and some kissing

Word Count: 508 Hazbin M.list

‘Ugh, Lucifer can’t you stop fidgeting for two seconds? I’m going to mess up.’ Your grip on his wrist tightened, effectively pinning his hand to the table.

‘But this takes so long though!’ He groaned out dramatically, throwing his free hand up in the air.

‘Oh hush!’ You yanked on his arm again, making him stumble in his seat ‘You’re the one who wanted them painted! Plus I’m almost done.’

‘Fine.’ Lucifer mumbled under his breath, leaning his chin against his free hand in defeat.

‘You should try another colour sometime, you know, something other than black.’ You smirked at him as he admired your work.

‘Ah and what would you suggest? Lime green? Hot pink? Rubber duck yellow maybe?’ He leaned across the table, giving you a sly grin. You returned his gaze and also leaned across the table so your faces were inches apart.

‘Well with a face as handsome as yours, you could pull anything off.’ You took your pointer finger and playfully stroked under his chin.

The two of you held each others gaze for a moment, before you both just burst out laughing.

‘Ok, enough with the corn.’ Lucifer wiped a tear of laughter from under his eye.

‘What? Can I not compliment my handsome, not to mention super sexy boyfriend?’ You fluttered your eyelashes as you teased your short king.

Lucifer suddenly appeared beside you, and pulled you to lean against him by your waist.

‘Ok. Maybe I like the compliments... Just a little.’ He smiled down at you, before leaning in an placing a soft kiss against your lips.

You relaxed into the kiss, before shooting your eyes open and abruptly pulling away.

‘You better not have smudged your nail polish!’ You grabbed his hand again and narrowed our eyes to inspect the paint.

Lucifer snorted with laughter once again.

‘Doll I’m the king of Hell! If I can’t get quick drying nail polish, then what god am I? He shrugged with a smirk again. You rolled your eyes. Of course he was smug over nail polish.

Noticing he was distracted, you took the opportunity to jab your fingers into his side.

‘Ah!’ Lucifer yelped out, doubling over from the ticklish sensation.

You doubled over in laughter, almost falling out of your seat.

‘Oh, you think that’s funny do ya?’ He grinned mischievously, before suddenly lunging towards you.

‘Ahh!’ You squealed, but managed to dodge out the way and run from the room, giggling as you went.

‘You think you can escape from me!?’ Lucifer gave chase, hot on your heels.

Charlie was happily minding her own business walking down the hotel hallway, when two figures sped past her on either side, making her scream and jump a mile.

‘Hi Charlie! Bye Charlie!’ Lucifer yelled over his shoulder, not stopping for a second to even look back.

It took a second for Charlie to compose herself, but when she did, se had a content smile on her face as she watched you and her dad.

‘I’m really happy for you, dad.’

[shapard]

Albino Snake🐍

Lucifer x Human!fem!reader

Alastor kinda reminds me of Dr. Facilier

A/n: I want to cry. I accidentally posted this����

You found a cute little albino snake. You named him Apple.

Soft Lucifer

Part 1 > Part 2

You love your home New Orleans.

The streets are filled with jazz and Happy people dancing around. It brought a smile up of your face.

It’s been so long when the streets were this filled. A big number of murders started to rise in New Orleans. Everybody stayed at home, especially you. 

News spread quickly that the Series Killer got killed by a hunter. The Hunter thought he was a deer and gave him a shot right in the middle of his skull.

The days that were cold and dull started to gain color again. And your live just became more stressful. 

Back to two jobs and a small apartment.

You worked in two Restaurants only to fulfill your dream. You want to live that dream you and you father talked about from morning to dawn. Sadly, he’ll not be able to see you reach this dream.

You’re almost there, just a couple more shifts. Just a few weeks of hard work.

You groaned when your alarm clock started ringing in your ear. Exhausted you pressed your hand onto the alarm.

You yawned and stretched your body; a small cracking sound emits from your bone, and you sigh in relief. 

“Next shift here I come!” 

As usual people side eyed you when you past them with a tray of food. Working in gastronomy is hard.

Terrible chef, terrible co-workers and even worse the customers. Your chief always tormented you that you'll never reach that dream. That it was useless. You are born poor and you stay poor, especially for a woman.

But that never lets you down. Then you'll be the first woman who'll reach the top without marrying off to a rich man.

The ring bell tuned, and your rich friend Charlotte and her father walked happily into the small business.

Charlotte smiled brightly at you when she saw you. “Y/n! There you are! I have an important question to ask you.” You laughed softly at her antics. she always was always so outgoing and a bright soul. 

“Of course.” Charlotte squealed and was quick to grab her father's purse. “Do you think you can make some beignets? You’ll get paid off, of course.” Without even waiting for your answer, she pushed couple hundred dollars into your chest and ran out of the store without even touching the beignets. 

Charlotte already paid and it wasn't rare that this happens. All your attention was now on the money in your hand. 

With this money it’s more than enough to buy the restaurant you and your father always dreamed about.

Soft tears pearled down on your face and your boss mouth was wide open in shock. “Huh… Wait… WHAT?!” 

When you shift was done you were quick to make a visit to the former sugar farmhouse.

The house was pretty worn down but that didn’t hold you back. You swung around the house humming a soft tune as you imagined how the place will look in the future.

"I'm almost there~..."

A soft clink echoed through the hollow place, bringing you back to reality. Scared you looked around you. Maybe a mouse?

Following the clinking sound, you saw a small snake hurt in a water cup. The snake looked up to you with soft red eyes. The white scales reminded you of pure untouched snow.

The snake was probably an albino. 

You spread out your hand and took the little injured creator in your hand. Your heart swelled when the little snake slithered up to your wrist embracing it softly.

Its red eyes never left yours and you patted his head slightly. 

The Snake watches as you walked stressed out up and down through your little room. A small bandage adorned its little tummy and a small bow tie was around his head. 

To say he was embarrassed was an understatement. But the way how happy you applied the little bowtie on his head was giving him pure joy. So, he didn't protest.

When you finally looked at the small clock that was on your room wall you gasp at the time. You grabbed your little purse and the beignets for the little costume party.

Theme: Kingdom.

The snake you named apple slithered up to your neck. It looked like a designer necklace, and you loved it. 

You stood unmoving in one of the stands from the party. The landlord of the place where you found him was informing you that someone pays way more than you do.

Your whole body feels like it's going to crumble. You were so close to that dream. You were so close to making your father proud.

All those years for nothing?

Apple looked up to you and he saw the face of pure despair and sadness. His heart broke when you ran towards the landlord in despair. Tears were pouring down your face as you shouted the landlord’s name. 

You were close to a panic attack. Apple rested softly on your neck like a scarf. He tried to comfort you in any way.

A woman with a wine glass in her hand accidentally pours the wine onto your dress and Apple hissed at the sudden wetness.

When you turned to look for the landlord he was nowhere to be found. And for the first time you really felt defeated.

Your legs under you gave up and everything around you started to mix in one black hole.

Charlotte hugged you from behind when she saw your broken state. Charlotte dragged you along with her when she looked at the damage on your dress. 

She gave you a new dress your mother had designed for her.

A gorgeous flowing dress that beats every physics. A little Tiana was on your head and the color matched perfect with your skin color. 

Apple watched with an immense blush on his scales.

You look so pretty in this dress. 

You plumped softly onto the bed where apple was laying. He laid under your chin cuddling into your heat. "Oh Apple. I don't know what to do." You whined as soon as those words left you.

“I can help.” As soon as you heard Apple talk you shot up, falling with full force onto the hard floor. 

Red mist covered the whole room and in front of you stood a man with white skin, red eyes and royalty looking clothes.

His smirk was large, and he held an apple cane in one of his hand. “Do you trust me princess?”

A/n: I'm obsessed with Tyla's new album.

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@i-have-no-life-charlie @sirenetheblogger @concentratedconcrete

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[inuhalfdemon]

RADIOAPPLE WEEK 2024!!!

Each day I'll be posting for my chosen prompts and will be linking posts back here, so stay tuned!!!

- Day 1 (June 3rd): Late Night

"The Chain Game" - Rating = E (2,263 Words)

- Day 2 (June 4th): Enemies

"I Can Be Your Hell" - Rating = M (1,182 Words)

- Day 3 (June 5th): Deal

"Deal With The Devil's Daughter" - Rating = G (600 Words)

- Day 4 (June 6th): Bonding

"What Matters Most" - Rating = G (995 Words)

- Day 5 (June 7th): Demon

"The Monster In Your Bed" - Rating = E (1,153 Words)

- Day 6 (June 8th): Dance

"We Dance to the Masochism Tango" - Rating = G (1,306 Words)

- Day 7 (June 9th): Day Out

"Out by the Bayou" - Rating = G (2,289 Words)

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Lucifer: I've decided that I'm an atheist.

Y/N: Your dad is literally God.

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✦ 𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 ✦

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐱 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐝! 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

✦ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✦

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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐝 😔 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩, 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨.

"𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐢𝐫?" 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐀𝐡! 𝐘/𝐍! 𝐈 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐬." 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐡, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬.

"𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲. 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲. "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮."

"𝐀𝐡! 𝐍𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐲! 𝐈'𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞!" 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐬��𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝.

"𝐇𝐞𝐲, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐜 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫.

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬.

"𝐒𝐨 𝐮𝐡... 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬." 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. "𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. 𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞."

"𝐍𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦, 𝐬𝐢𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬, 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐲, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.." 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞. "𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭! 𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐥𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. "𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞!"

"𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐒𝐢𝐫..." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫' 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫.

"𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬." 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞.

"𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐬𝐢𝐫?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠.

"𝐀-𝐚𝐡, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐘/𝐍. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞.

"𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐨.

"𝐀𝐡, 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫! 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥." 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐬𝐢𝐫?" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐩 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 "𝐎-𝐨𝐡, 𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢, 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬-"

"𝐍𝐨, 𝐧𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐍/𝐍." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐧, 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞. 𝐦𝐦𝐡𝐦𝐦.."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞?" 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐬, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡.

"𝐍-𝐧𝐨, 𝐬𝐢𝐫." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬. "𝐌-𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐈, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠?"

"𝐀𝐡- 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐍/𝐍, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲." 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬.

"𝐀𝐡.. 𝐍𝐨, 𝐈𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞.. 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢." 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞.

"𝐈... 𝐈 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞." 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦.

"𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐢𝐫," 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐛𝐮𝐭 ����𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞. "𝐀𝐡, 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐘/𝐍 𝐈-" 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐭. "𝐌𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢."

𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐩𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧. 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐮𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥? 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐭, 𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐭.

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝟕 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬.

𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞.

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐲 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬.

"𝐀𝐡.. 𝐰.. 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠.. 𝐘/𝐍?" 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐮𝐧𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭, 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐚, 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

"𝐀-𝐀𝐡- 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢- 𝐦𝐦𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐡- 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤-" 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥.

"𝐇𝐚𝐡, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐍/𝐍, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞.. 𝐡𝐡.. 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬.." 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐬, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐲.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠-𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐱 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐧.

𝐁𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐂𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬, 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐥 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. "𝐎𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐘/𝐍."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞. "𝐇𝐞𝐡, 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐮𝐧."

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐬 "𝐇𝐞𝐡, 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬."

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𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐝 😞

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Clueless

Requested By: @opiopal

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Summary: The brothers' trying to confess their love to you; but, you are just a little bit oblivious to their signs of affection.

Lucifer let out a sigh as he rubbed his temples for the tenth time that night. As if on cue, you knocked on the door, carrying a cup of tea. Lucifer smiled softly at you when he noticed your presence, silently inviting you into the study.

You immediately walked in, noticing the large pile of paperwork that was sitting on his desk. They were separated into different piles, sorting the different categories. Mammon’s bills were noticeably the largest pile. 

“Wow, I didn’t even know it was possible to get in that much debt,” you said, handing Lucifer the cup of tea. He let out a small chuckle, raising an eyebrow in agreement.

You sat down in the chair across from him. “Want some help?” you asked, already sliding a pile of paperwork in front of you. You never had any idea what any of the paperwork meant, but you had always been willing to help Lucifer with it.

He watched you as you started reading the top paper of the pile, your eyebrows knitting together as you tried to understand the words. 

Whenever you felt like Lucifer was taking too long to do the paperwork, or when you felt like he needed some time to relax, you came in to offer your services. You knew Lucifer wouldn’t stop until everything was done, so the only option was to help get it done faster.

He politely refused your offer once. But, you were persistent. You stayed in the study with him the whole time he was doing paperwork. You continued to bring him tea and rub his shoulders. Whatever you could do to help. Eventually, you ended up sitting in a chair next to him. You refused to leave the study before he did and ended up falling asleep, your head gently resting against his shoulder.

Lucifer tensed up when he felt your head against his shoulder, but when he looked over at you, he immediately relaxed. He found comfort in your sleeping form, taking in all of your features and how peaceful you looked when you were sleeping.

He wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but you had already stolen his heart. And, having you stay the whole night in his study with him, just to keep him company, only furthered his affections. A human caring for a demon. 

He wanted to laugh at the foolishness of it, but in reality all it did was bring a smile to his face. Because he knew full well he cared about you just as much. 

There was only one problem - getting you to actually admit you had feelings for Lucifer.

He could see your feelings in the intimate moments the two of you shared, the way you always went to him for protection, and the way you always made sure he was taken care of.

Likewise, he tried to make his feelings known by holding your hand when the two of you were walking around town, or asking you to go to dinner with him at the fanciest restaurants. He always did what he could to impress you. 

Yet, whenever he tried to confess his feelings for you - he got nothing back. He would compliment you and you would brush it off. He would tell you he enjoys spending time with you and you would reply nonchalantly, as if his words had no effect on you. Yet your actions towards him sung a different a tune.

Now, here you were, once again, trying to help him with his paperwork. Lucifer couldn’t help but admire you for a moment before walking over to your side.

“So, how do you want me to fill out this one?” you asked him, keeping your eyes trained on the paper. You didn’t mind doing the paperwork on your own, but you wanted to make sure you were doing it right.

So, you frequently asked him how he wanted it done. He would come to your side just like this and point certain sections out, explaining what to write in each one.

But, there was a different idea on Lucifer’s mind today.

He gently took your hand from the paper, causing you to look at him and the second your eyes meet, he tells you, “I love you.”

It’s very straightforward, as always. He had enough of skirting around his feelings. Whether you felt the same way or not, he needed to tell you once and for all.

You sat there for a moment after he said those words, and he respectfully gave you all of the time you needed to process.

Lucifer…loved you.

It made sense now that he said it. He was always more kind and caring when it came to you. He always prioritized your needs and made sure you were taken care of, and…oh, wait. That’s exactly what you do for him, too. Does that mean?

You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek before telling him, “I love you too.”

To everyone else, yours and Mammon’s feelings for each other were as clear as day. 

You were constantly pining over each other. 

It started out as small glances that were sent in each other’s directions. Then, Mammon wanted to spend all of his time with you. 

The other brothers didn’t think much of it at first. After all, Lucifer did put him in charge of making sure nothing happened to you. So, it only made sense that he was consistently around you.

But, when Mammon started acting jealous when you were around the others, that’s when they picked up on the fact that Mammon had feelings for you.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of you when you were with him, and when you weren’t he was always talking about you, or sending you a message telling you to come meet up with him.

It was obvious that the small crush that Mammon had on you had turned into something much more serious when they found out that he had been saving up money to get you a gift. Saving up…Mammon…

The brothers urged Mammon to confess his feelings for you. After all, it was pretty obvious to them that you liked him back.

You were constantly going along with his schemes no matter how silly or dangerous they seemed. Whenever Mammon got into trouble, they could always count on the fact that you would be right there beside him.

Whenever he got punished by Lucifer, you were there to help take care of him and make him feel better. You would cheer him up and almost negate the punishment in the first place. It was worth getting in trouble, if this was the treatment he got from you afterwards.

Not to mention, the countless movie nights you and Mammon had that the brothers had walked in on multiple occasions. You and Mammon were always cuddled up on the couch, under a blanket, his arms wrapping around you. 

But try getting someone who’s clueless when it comes to their feelings and a tsundere to confess their love for each other.

It was an aggravating task, and one the brothers were just about sick of. They were tired of the yearning looks the two of you gave each other. They were tired of you being so close, your arms wrapped around each other, only to go your separate ways and act as if you were just acting lovey dovey moments before. Something had to be done.

You and Mammon were sitting before Lucifer who was giving you both a very long lecture after he found you helping Mammon win at the casino by counting cards.

He was demanding to know which of you came up with the idea in the first place. But, every time he asked the question, he was answered with you and Mammon desperately trying to place the blame on yourselves to keep the other out of trouble.

Lucifer was only getting more angry when you and Mammon both refused to back down. And, what was worse was that the whole house was subject to Lucifer’s yelling which meant that all the brothers had to deal with the lecture as well.

“Oh for the love of - would you two just admit that you love each other already?!” Satan snapped, shutting his book and walking up to the three of you. Mammon was blushing, trying to stutter out an excuse when Satan cut in, “Save you excuses. It’s pretty obvious how you feel about her. When’s the last time you offered to take the blame for someone instead of placing it on them?”

Mammon was at a loss for words, because he knew his brother was right. He can’t remember a time he offered to shoulder the blame so that someone else wouldn’t get in trouble.

“You’re just as bad, Y/N. No matter where he goes or what he’s doing, you always seem to take part in Mammon’s schemes,” Asmo added, joining the scene.

Mammon was blushing furiously as he was being stared down by his brothers. You sure you would have been too. But, your mind was focused on Asmo’s words.

Before you knew it, Mammon was taking your hand and leading you to his room. As soon as you were inside, he closed the door. “Stupid brothers…thinking you have feelings for me,” Mammon muttered, unable to face you as he paced around his room.

But, it was too late. Asmo’s work was already done and the realization of your own feelings was too strong to deny at this point.

“I think…I might,” you admit, not moving from in front of the door. Mammon froze in his spot after hearing your words. He blushed even more as he looked over at you. Did he hear you right?

“What?” he asked softly, approaching you. “I think I might…have feelings for you,” you reiterated. It made sense now why you were always putting yourself in harm's way just to be with Mammon.

Mammon immediately pulled you into him, holding you for a moment before placing a kiss to your forehead.

It was hard for him to admit his feelings, and you were okay with that. As long as he continued to show you them through his actions.

Levi may seem like a nervous wreck when it comes to his emotions, but he is not completely clueless. He might not be able to express his emotions properly, but he has seen enough anime and read enough manga to know when someone has feelings for someone else.

Because of this, it was pretty easy for him to tell when he had feelings for you. At first, you were just the annoying normie that the brothers got stuck with. Then, when you helped him get Mammon to pay him back, he thought you were a bit of a pushover. Who just lets a demon convince them to make a pact with another demon?!

When you beat him in the TSL Showdown, he was angry, but he also realized you weren’t a pushover. You were a force to be reckoned with. You may have been from the human world, but you were not a normie. Which is why he made a pact with you.

After he made that pact, he found himself wanting to spend more and more time with you. A new game came out? He immediately went to you to be his player two. A new manga was released? Come over! You can read it together!

Pretty much anytime something happened that he cared about, he wanted you to be there with him to experience it; and, that’s when he realized his feelings. When he realized everything seemed so much more fun when you were there with him.

Never in a million years would Levi think you shared the same feelings for him. He was too much of an otaku shut-in for you to feel that way. It’s just…every time he asks you to play a game, you show up within minutes just as excited.

And, when you watch anime together, you sit just a bit closer than where a friend would sit. And, you’ve fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder multiple times when you’re reading manga together. So…maybe you could?

You were currently sitting next to him on the couch watching one of Levi’s favorite animes. This was your first time watching it, but he had already seen it multiple times. Which was a good thing, because he was not paying attention to a single word that was being said.

Instead, his attention was on your hand that was resting in between the two of you, inches away from him. He was not the confident type. He was not the type to make the first move. But, he had grown tired of waiting for you to make the first move. And, if you didn’t like it then he would just make an excuse and say he was trying to adjust or something. He’s got this.

Levi reaches his hand out for yours right as you move it away to itch your nose. Levi let out a startled scream. In none of his plans did you pull away from him before his hand touched yours. Now his hand was just being held in the air, unsure where to go.

“Um, what are you doing Levi?” you asked him, focusing your attention on him now as he quickly put his hand down. Play it cool. Play it cool.

“N-Nothing! It’s not like I was trying to hold your hand because I’m totally in love with you or anything!”

Smooth.

Levi was now blushing, looking anywhere but you while you sat there shocked. Memories of yours and Levi’s time spent together flashed through your mind as you felt your own feelings surfacing, and you were finally able to put a name to the emotion you were feeling.

You moved even closer to Levi, gently taking his hand in yours and interlacing your fingers before resting your head on his shoulder. “I love you too, Levi,” you told him.

He will now die from happiness. Thank you.

Satan prides himself on being smart. He has learned many things over his time being alive and he prides himself on the knowledge he has acquired. But, when it comes to emotions, he isn’t nearly as well-versed.

And yet, even though he was completely inexperienced with these feelings, you were even more clueless. You were so wonderfully smart in other things. Sometimes, you even take Satan by surprise with your knowledge. And yet, when it came to your relationship, you were oblivious and it was adorably infuriating.

Satan was sure that you reciprocated his feelings. He had read about love many times over in his countless books. He knew the telltale signs. 

The late nights that you would spend in the library reading with him. The way you always smiled when he entered the room. The way you also came to him for help when you needed some extra tutoring in a class.

You would lie your head on his shoulder while you were reading, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Satan would be blushing the entire time, but when he looked over at you - you remained calm. Did you even realize what you were doing to him?

You were always the one at his door when he was in a fit of rage. You would approach him slowly, taking his hand in yours or sometimes even hugging him. You did whatever you could to calm him down. And, you were never scared because you knew he would never hurt you. If that wasn’t love, he didn’t know what was.

But, you never registered why exactly you would do these things. In your head, you were just close with Satan. 

Satan did everything he could to try and make you understand his feelings for you. He would compliment your appearance and you would thank him, blushing slightly. He would ask to take you out on dates and you would always agree. But, when the night ended, nothing changed. You would always leave Satan at the end of the night to go to your room. 

Satan had enough of staying in limbo land with you. If you weren’t going to realize your feelings on your own, then he was just going to have to make you realize them.

He decided to make his feelings known the next time the two of you were in the library together. It would be the perfect place to confess since it would be just the two of you with no distractions from his brothers.

You were sitting next to him on the couch, your legs stretched across his lap as he gently rubbed them. Satan held a book in his hand, but spent more time glancing over at you then actually reading it.

You were perfectly content reading your book, not noticing anything else. Satan was trying to find the right words. He had spent a long time planning out his confession to you; but, now that he was right next to you, he couldn’t help but feel just a little bit nervous.

“Y/N, I love spending time with you,” he told you, analyzing your reaction. You looked up from your book for a split second to send him a smile. “I love spending time with you too, Satan.” You immediately went back to reading.

Satan let out a sigh. Right, he needed to be more obvious. 

He gently pushed your legs off of him so that he could move closer to you, his leg now brushing against yours. He stared at you for a moment, and once you realized, you gently placed your book now, marking the spot you just read.

You turned to face him and waited for him to say something. For once, words were failing Satan. He couldn’t come up with a single combination of them that he was sure would get his feelings across to you.

Well, actions speak louder than words. Satan gently cupped your face in his hands before leaning forward and gently placing his lips on yours. You were surprised, but kissed him back.

When he pulled away, he looked into your eyes and said in a very serious tone, “I love you.” He was praying you would finally understand what he’s been trying to tell you for some time now.

“Oh,” you replied, your eyebrows furrowing slightly. You were shocked at how good it felt to hear him say that. How good it felt to have his lips on yours. How good it felt every time you were with him. “Ohhh.”

It was like you were having an epiphany, as if everything had suddenly clicked in your head. Satan looked at you as if he expected you to react this way, but also with hope.

You smiled at him before replying, “I love you too.”

Asmo was the Avatar of Lust which meant he was an expert when it came to things involving love. Because of this, Asmo could easily pick up on your feelings when the two of you started growing closer.

It started with small actions that he admired. The way you would blush when he sat close to you to apply your make-up. The way you would act flustered when he would compliment the way you looked. The way you would smile at him when he would gaze into your eyes.

But, it wasn’t just your reactions to him that made him realize you had feelings towards him. It was your actions towards him as well

You saw him at his most vulnerable times, when he had no makeup on and his hair wasn’t done. When he wasn’t wearing the perfect mask he always had on; and, every time you still complimented him. You admired how good he looked naturally.

You sat with him for hours while he was getting ready for a particularly important event and you would help him do his make-up or hair. You would help him choose the best outfit or paint his nails for him. Whatever he wanted you to do, you would do it with no questions asked.

Not to mention your small moments of PDA like holding his hand while the two of you are shopping around town. Or when he peppers kisses on your face to make you feel special.

You were practically already in a relationship! And yet, when it came to your feelings for Asmo it seemed like you were totally lost.

He would make flirty comments and you would blush at them, sometimes even coming back with your own witty comments. But, when he tried to actually confess his feelings for you, it was like his words went completely over your head.

Asmo was beginning to question if you really did share the same feelings he had. Either way, he had to know once and for all.

You were sitting in front of Asmo, your eyebrows furrowing slightly in concentration as you applied a shade of eyeshadow to his eyelids. You were trying very hard to make him look perfect, but it was hard because he kept opening his eyes to look at you.

“Asmo, you have to keep your eyes closed if you don’t want me to mess up,” you told him with a small smile.

He couldn’t help it, he loved being this close to you and being able to admire your features. He stared at you for a moment before saying, “I love you, Y/N.”

Asmo wasn’t afraid of saying those three words. He admired them, he flaunted them. He may have said them a little too much. Whenever you would do something good for him, those words managed to escape from his lips. So, you didn’t think anything of it when he said that, just giving him a smile in response.

“You love me too, right?” Asmo asked, his eyes lighting up as his heart started pounding against his chest, something he was not used to feeling. “Of course!” you replied nonchalantly, continuing to attempt to apply his make up.

But, Asmo wasn’t satisfied with that answer. He gently grabbed your wrist, stopping your movements. He looked deep into your eyes and repeated his question. 

“No, Y/N…You love me too, right?”

The intensity of his gaze was enough to send your body into shock as the weight of his words finally crashed down on you. You loved him too, right?

You met his intensity and seriousness as you looked into his eyes. Finally, understanding why you felt so connected to him.

“Of course.”

Beel’s love language is food. Shocker.

He was a little bit clueless when it came to love himself. If you buy him a gift, he would appreciate it, but he wouldn’t think twice of it. If you asked him on a date, he would go thinking you were bored. 

But, if you buy or make him food, his attention is all on you. 

The two of you had gone out to eat with each other a few times now. Beel always appreciated how if you asked him to go out, you made sure it was to a place that had food. In fact, you made it a point to mention that when asking him out.

Beel noticed his feelings for you one day in the cafeteria at school. He was sitting at the table with everyone, pouting because Lucifer had banned him from getting more food. If he didn’t the cafeteria would have been out of food before any of the other students got to eat any.

But, you couldn’t stand to see Beel so upset and you had a lot to eat at breakfast that morning. So, you selflessly offered Beel your lunch. You were like his knight in shining armor when he saw you offer your plate of food. But, didn’t humans need to eat too? You assured him you weren’t hungry and that he could eat it. That was all the encouragement he needed to quickly eat your lunch. 

Later in the day, Beel thought about the interaction and he realized it was the first time he hesitated to eat food. It was a natural reaction. He wanted to - needed to - make sure you would be okay without it, because he cared.

From then on, Beel found himself wanting to be around you more often. Especially if you were on cooking duty.

He would sit with you in the kitchen while you were cooking, watching your movements. He was mesmerized by you. And it made him so excited when you asked him to taste something you made to make sure the others would like it. He did everything in his power to not eat all of it himself.

If he was on cooking duty, you would sit with him as well. He would place you on the counter while he cooked and feed you bites of the food he made. He loved watching the way your eyes lit up when you tasted something you really liked and it would give him the proper motivation to find something else you would like.

Beel had never felt such an intimate connection with someone before he met you. You were like a food he was craving to have and his body would never be satisfied until he did have you.

You felt the same way, right? You had to. Beel was having a hard time not confessing his feelings to you. He expected you to be feeling the same, but you looked unbothered when you were around him.

You decided to do something nice for Beel. He had a really big game and as much as you wanted to be there to support him, you knew he would need something more than support. So, you stayed behind and decided to cook him a huge meal, knowing that he would work himself up an appetite.

You cooked all of his favorite things to eat, some of them taking hours to make. But, you wanted it to be perfect for him. You just knew he was going to win and you wanted him to have a celebratory meal waiting for him when he got home.

Beel did win his game and he was starving. Lucifer offered to take everyone out to eat, but Beel wanted to go to the House of Lamentation first to take you with. He was so glad that he did.

The second he entered the house, he was overwhelmed by how good everything smelled. It almost made him drool as he thought about the sight that awaited him.

His feet moved faster than his feet as he found himself making his way to the dining room. And, when he got there, his eyes widened. There was a large feast on the table, and he immediately recognized the dishes as all of his favorites.

You were setting another dish on the table, covered in ingredients and looking a bit run down from all the hard work you had been doing. You turned around and jumped a bit when you saw Beel standing there.

“Oh, Beel. You’re back early! I’m still making dessert,” you told him, scurrying off into the kitchen to finish the dessert.

Beel looked shell-shocked as he stared at the food, every inch of his body wanting to immediately dig in. But, he convinced himself to follow you into the kitchen first. He saw you putting the last finishing touches on the dessert and he asked, “Did you make all of this yourself?”

You gave him a small smile as you told him, “I wanted you to have a nice dinner to celebrate your win! You did…win, right?” Beel nodded his head and his heart swelled at the smile you gave him. No one’s ever done something like this for him, and he was so thankful his brothers weren’t there to ruin the moment.

Beel could no longer conceal his affection for you as he walked over and immediately engulfed you in a hug. One arm was around your waist while the other was around your back, his hand in your hair, pulling you closer to him as he softly told you, “I love you.”

You thought you would tense up when he hugged you intimately, even more so when he said those words. Instead, you melted into his touch, the realization of your feelings for the Avatar of Gluttony coming crashing down on you. “I love you too, Beel.”

He smiled at your words, finally releasing you from the hug only to pick you up and carry you over to the table. He placed you firmly on his lap and began to eat, making sure to feed you bites as well. He was so content having the two things he loves more than anything.

Teasing was one of Belphie’s favorite things to do. It didn’t matter who was on the receiving end. It could be you, it could be one of his brothers, it could even be Lord Diavolo. As long as he got a good reaction, he didn’t care.

You were by far his favorite to mess with though. Being the youngest of the brothers, he was used to getting his way. And you were not an exception to that.

If he wanted to use you as a pillow, you would oblige. If you didn’t, he would come lay on your lap anyway. But, you never declined his offer for cuddles anyway. Belphie would make sure to be as close to you as possible when he was cuddling you.

If you were sitting on the couch, it wasn’t good enough to simply lay on your lap. No, he would wrap his arms around you, snuggling even further into you.

If you were laying on the bed, he would lie on your chest, burying his head in the crook of your neck, taking in your scent while his other limbs draped over you. Sometimes, he would place his hand over your heart to assure himself that you were still alive.

What Belphie was not used to was someone else getting their way when it came to him. 

Belphie was always the one who decided when and how he was going to get cuddles from you. So, when you came into the twin’s room, seeking him out, he was a bit shocked.

He was sleeping on his back in the bed when he felt a sudden weight drop on him. He immediately woke up with a small grunt and froze when he realized you were next to him, reversing the positions.

You were laying on his chest, pressed up all the way against him. Your arm was draped over him with your hand resting on one side of his neck while your head was nuzzled into the other side. Your leg rested across him, keeping him from moving.

Belphie was blushing when you laid on him like this. No one had ever cuddled him like this. He was usually the one who had to snuggle up to others. He didn’t move though, finding comfort in having you draped over him for once. That’s when he knew you had to have feelings for him as well. I mean, you sought him out. You wanted cuddles, you didn’t just tolerate them.

And don’t even get started on the teasing. Belphie loved teasing others, yes, but he was not a fan when it came to being teased himself.

He had never met someone who could really match his energy when it came to pulling pranks or getting under someone’s skin. And then you came along, and did it without even trying. 

All you had to say was something about Belphie being a good cuddle partner or cute and he was flustered. It was frustrating for him, especially because you always left him wanting more from you. More compliments, more cuddles, just more of everything. But, you never continued. You led him to believe you had feelings for him but when he tried to act on your mutual feelings, it was like his words fell on deaf ears.

Which is precisely the predicament Belphie was in right now. He had been laying in bed with you, his head tucked into your neck to muffle his words. He had mumbled them against your skin, multiple times now. 

And you just continued to scroll on your D.D.D. not even sparing a glance in his direction. After he said ‘I love you’ the last time, he was irritated. Especially when he opened his eyes to see your attention on the device, completely unphased.

He rolled his eyes and let out a groan of frustration as he took your D.D.D. and chucked it across the room. “Would you just tell me you love me, already?”

A blush coated Belphie’s cheeks at his sudden outburst and you looked at him with confusion. Love? Confusion quickly turned into realization as you suddenly understood that the way you cuddled and teased Belphie wasn’t because he was your friend, but because you had feelings for him.

“I love you, Belphie.”

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Nightmares

He felt so sick, his whole body felt absolutely disgusting. Bodily fluids like tears and sweat covered his skin making him feel nauseous. As he let out tiny whimpers from his dream, he shook and trembled, the memories of everything good that has ever happened to him be destroyed by his own hands. All the lives he's ruined, the life he ruined for himself! His wife, children, siblings, his father. All coming back to throw him back into the hole of self loathing that he thought he got away from.

Everything was so overwhelming. A random buzzing noise rang in his ears, he didn't want to move because the bed sounded too loud when he would but he couldn't help how antsy he felt.

Okay. That was it. Despite his body rejecting his every move, he got up, grabbing his blue blanket with ducks on it before silently walking out of his room. When he got to where he wanted to, he paused. Should he really do this? He really didn't want to be a burden but he also didn't want to be alone. He sighed before knocking softly on the door. He walked in with a forced smile saying, "Hhheeeyyy, Y/n..." He let out a nervous chuckle.

You were laying on your bed. You were wearing a purple pajama top with black shorts with white polka dots. You looked up from your phone to see the clearly distressed Lucifer in front of you. "Holy cow. You look like crap." You say as he walks over to you. You quickly scoot over to give him space but he just plops onto your chest, desperately clinging to you. "What happened to you? Are you okay?" "No..." He quickly responded. Lucifer wraps his hand around you, burying his face in your chest. You comfortingly run your fingers through his hair.

Lucifer finally speaks up. "Why... Why are you still with me?" You raise an eyebrow, the hand that was in his hair went to his face to make him look up at you. "I-I just... aren't you scared I'll mess up your life like I do everyone else's?" He adds as tears fall down his face. God it just broke your heart to see him like this. "Oh, I could never." You say wiping the tears on his face away "I can't promise that you won't make mistakes, Hell, I can't promise I won't but I know I could never leave you." You take both of your hands, cup his face, and kiss his forehead.

"Now, let's get some sleep." You said putting his head back down on your chest. "I promise you... I'll never leave." And that was a promise you quite literally couldn't break.

A/n: I actually kinda liked this oneshot. I really, really, REALLY want to make this kinda thing into a series but the plot and the motivation is so hard to find. Other than that, have a good rest of your day/night ;)

[ilikesillythings]

Hiyaaa would be able to do a luciferxreader please?

" Just a bump in the road, I'm sure.. " Lucifer x Reader

Tws; mentions of violence, stalking, yandere Lucifer FLUFF

You and Lucifer had just gotten into a fairly.. bad argument. Usually you refrained from arguing with your lovely boyfriend, but..

He had seriously injured one of you friends for 'giving you lovey eyes'. At first it was just you expressing how you thought he was too overprotective, then he ended up admitting to stalking you. All the time. Yeah, not a good move on his end.

"Baby..?" You heard your boyfriend call from the other side of your shared room, voice laced with sorrow, and concern, "I'm.. really sorry, I was dumb- and.." he trailed off, and for a moment you swore you could hear him quiety weeping. With a sigh, you called out, "Come in."

Not even a minute passed before the door flung open, a desheviled, guilty looking Lucifer rushing in and throwing his arms around you, sobbing words of apology. "Oh, Luci'.." You mumbled, sighing softly

As much as you wished to remain upset with him -- how could you? He obviously felt like shit for beaking your trust, and was willing to make amends, of course you'd have to go through boundries.. but perhaps that could wait until you calmed your boyfriend down.

Gently, you pulled Lucifer into your lap, "Are-" He began, hiccuping, "Are you still mad at me..?" was his next words, spat out almost pathetically. But, it was that stupid charm that made you adore the fallen angel. "..Yes." you replied with a nod, "What you did.. everything, it was wrong, decietful, and creepy. But, I still love you."

Lucifer's eyes lit up at the last part of your words, "Oh, starshine!!" he exclaimed, kissing your cheek repeatedly, "I'll never stalk you again-- I swear, I swear!". You chuckled at his enthustastic reply, and he kissed your cheek a few more times, now grinning broadly

"How about I take you out somewhere nice!?" he suggested, clearly trying to 'redeem' himself, atone for his bad actions. You thought for a moment, "Hmm.. depends, where?"

For a second, Lucifer opened his mouth to speak, as if he already knew a place. "Crap.. I was gonna suggest Ozzie's, but you're a sinner.." he sighed, running a hand through his blond hair, "I don't really care where we go.. how about you cook something for me?" you returned, hopefully.

He gasped and in swift movements stood, eagerly nodding, before dashing off, out of the room.

Lucifer was a creepy, charming, pathetic man. But he was your creepy, charming, pathetic man, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Neither would you.

[ardentpoop]

samchuck propaganda

[valerie-is-in-the-cupboard]

Her name - Lucifer x fem!reader

MINORS DNI!

Words: ~900 TW: sex, angst

You bounced up and down Lucifer's cock, one hand tightly gripping your hip while the other roughly played with your breast, pinching and twisting your nipple between his fingers.

He grabbed your chin, making you lean down and harshly kissed your lips, while pants and moans filled the room. Your hands gripped at his golden locks, tugging slightly as he started ramming into your heat.

"Fuck~ Fuck, Luci..." you panted, his cock bruising against your cervix with every thrust. You straightened up, taking control once again, as he closed his eyes, feeling himself getting closer to orgasm with every move of your ass.

"Oh, yes, baby... Ride me... Ride me, Lil-" You both froze. You looked at him in shock, your mind going blank, while his eyes seemingly looked straight through you, opened wide. You instantly felt his cock softening inside you, as realisation hit him like a truck.

You quickly got away from him, moving onto the other side of the bed, your eyes never leaving him as tears flooded them.

"What...?" you asked, hoping that maybe, just maybe you were wrong about what he was about to say. It's been seven years since Lilith supposedly disappeared and two years since you and Lucifer made your feelings known to each other.

You knew how much he loved her. She was the mother of his child after all. But you hoped that at least when you were together, you would be the one in his heart, not her. Not the woman who left him without any explanation, not caring about him or her own daughter.

"Baby, I..." he started, his mind racing.

"You're thinking of her while we..." You couldn't comprehend what was happening, your heart breaking with every second.

"No, baby... Please, (y/n)!" he protested, getting up in the bed, his eyes finally looking into yours. "It was... It was an accident, please!"

"An accident?!" Your voice trembled, anger swiftly overtaking the hurt. "So you thinking of her while we're having sex is an accident?"

Lucifer froze, the colour draining from his face as realization set in. He knew he'd said the wrong name, but the why eluded him, tangled in his confusion. "It was an accident… I swear, I didn't mean it."

He tried to get up, to get closer to you, but he could tell by the look on your face that there was no way that you would simply just forgive him.

"Just... Just leave it..." you said, getting up to get your clothes. Lucifer quickly got up as well. He was panicking and needed to fix this.

"Wait, wait. Baby, please don't-" He went to you, blocking you from your clothes. He could tell how upset you were. "Please, give me a chance to explain."

"Explain what?! That every time you look at me you wish it was her?" you shouted, trying your best not to break down right there.

"No!" Lucifer yelled back, clearly feeling the pain in your voice. "Baby. I love you. You! Not her" He gently grabbed your arms, looking into your eyes, trying to show you that he was telling the truth, that you are the one that he wants to be with.

You walked past him, grabbing your clothes. "I think we should take a break..." you whispered while getting dressed. Lucifer's heart dropped as you said those words. He couldn't believe what you were saying.

"No, baby... No please!" He grabbed your hand, trying to keep you from walking away. He couldn't lose you. Not now, not ever. "Please... let's talk! We can solve this together!"

"Solve this?! Lucifer, you said her name while we were having sex! What the fuck is there to solve?"

He felt his throat tighten as you said that. He closed his eyes for a second, as if in pain, knowing that you are not wrong. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry... I didn't mean to" He tried to pull you closer, gently placing his hands on your hips. "Please... Please don't leave me..."

You pulled away, making your way to the front door, him following you as if hoping you'd suddenly change your mind and not leave. "I refuse to be your second option when the first one is not even in the picture anymore…" You sighed as you put your shoes on.

Lucifer simply stood there a few feet away, watching you prepare to leave. He wanted to protest, scream, and do anything to keep you in the room. But no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't blame you for reacting this way, especially after what he did. He looked at you, his heart feeling like it was being shattered into a million pieces as you opened the door.

"Please... I'm... I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry. Please don't do this..."

"When you finally make up your mind about who you really care about, you'll find me at the hotel… But don't expect me to wait for you forever," you said and closed the door behind you, leaving him alone in the silence of his house. A house that felt like nothing but an empty vessel now that you're gone.

He pressed his palm against the door, leaning into it as the weight of what just happened settled in. The silence was deafening, the emptiness of the house swallowing him whole. He closed his eyes, feeling the ache of loss spread through his chest, knowing this was all his fault.

"Dammit..." he whispered before letting go of the door and walking back inside, into silence and emptiness.

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