#you're laughing? your child was transmogrified right before your eyes and your LAUGHING??

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It evolved into a corgi

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transmogrify (Lucifer/MC)

word count: <700

notes: sfw drabble, gn!reader, established relationship; short n sweet/angsty (again) beats the immortal/mortal relationship trope to death

insp. (definitely not the intended use of this pic but I took one look at it and couldn't stop thinking about this)

For demons, changing one's appearance is child-play, especially for a demon as strong as Lucifer.

How many ways can you say I love you without saying 'I love you?'

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"You don't have to, you know."

"Hm?"

Lucifer gently brushes his hand over your forehead, something he would always do to stop you from scrunching your brows-- whether it's from the long hours from learning demonic history or from worrying over his brothers. You know he's doing this now to distract you from pursuing this long-exhausted topic, and like magic, it works every time.

You sigh and press your cheek onto his chest underneath you and let him smooth the lines on your face-- as much as he can, anyways. You were the one who said that looking angry and being stressed would make him get wrinkles, but now, years and years later, you're the one with the lines on your forehead. (But you also have crows feet at your eyes, laugh lines dimpled into your cheeks, and hair as white as snow, as proof of a life lived happily.)

"Does it bother you?" Lucifer says (he's always had a habit of asking questions that sound more like statements), shifting slightly so he can angle down to look at your face. And now it must have been your turn to be surprised because he huffs out a breath of laughter before continuing. "Does it bother you that I look this way?"

"No," you murmur immediately, taking his hand into yours. (They fit together as they always have.) His hands have as many lines as yours. "Of course not." Your eyes soften when you squeeze his hands and he squeezes back just as tightly. "You're as handsome as always, Lucifer."

Lucifer's response is instant, almost automatic, but always with feeling-- "And you are as beautiful as the day we met--" and you feel that you can believe him every time he tells you.

(How many ways can you say I love you without saying 'I love you?')

Even with grey hair and brows, a little frown line by his right lip from all the years he would have because of his brothers, a forehead line to match, and a few other wrinkles into an otherwise immortal being, Lucifer is beautiful. Old age made him look dignified-- when he wasn't frowning at his brothers for something they did or at the paperwork on his desk. (You can only hope you look the same, and every time you see Lucifer look at you with as much love for you as you remember, you're convinced.) With his transformation, people were none the wiser when the two of you walk hand in hand that the two of you were anything but an old, married couple.

Lucifer made sure it was that way, altering his appearance with his magic so that he can, even if it isn't truly possible, grow old with you.

(On most days, you think you could not have asked for a more considerate act. On certain days, you think your yearning might make your heart burst.)

"I wish I could grow old with you," you whisper suddenly, looking up in alarm when you realize you spoke that out loud. You feel Lucifer tense underneath you, and your expression is pained at the way you ruined the peaceful mood the two of you were in. "I'm sorry, Lucifer, I didn't mean to--"

"There is nothing more than I want," he says, "than to grow old with you." His words are as warm as it is heartbreaking, and you feel the tears well up in your eyes at the sound of it. "Until death do us part," he murmurs into your temple, and it is heartbreaking how true that would be. You can only let out a quiet noise of affirmation before you tuck yourself into the crook of his neck. His arms automatically come around to hold you as he has done so many times before.

His heart beats as loudly and steadily for you as it has always done. You fall asleep to its beat and dream.