🌼evil bambi🌼

I am working on dinner, Luci sitting on the counter, talking, thankfully not creepy facts he's accumulated in his life.He's actually talking about himself.It's nice.

Im not sure why I find it so interesting, I really never experienced this.I just play pretend to make people think that.

"And that was cool. I want ice cream." He says.

"I'm making dinner."

"Okay but..ice cream is better."

"Disagree."

He looks down at the food, "what even is that?"

I grab a fork, gathering some of it onto the fork, offering it to him.

"It's a cajun seafood pasta, very good. Try it."

He takes a bite, chewing a bit.

"Hm."

"Just hm?"

"It could use some sugar."

".. you can add that to your own bowl.." I respond.

I dont know why I didn't see that coming.He puts sugar on everything.

Now I won't admit nothin' but I don't mind a good sweet iced tea every now and again.I suppose thats the lousiana in me.

"Big man~!" Ozzie yells as he walks in.

"Oz!" Luci hops down from the counter, giving the taller sin a hug. "Wheres fizz??"

"Charlies showing him around, said they'll meet us here for dinner."

"Ohh." Lucifer steps back, stepping toward the fridge."Don't you dare."

He freezes and we lock eyes.

"Damn it.." he mumbles.

"Uhhh."We look at ozzie.

"He wants ice cream." I state, turning off the stove. "But he hasn't eaten a real meal today."

"I had breakfast." Lucifer cuts in.

"A donut is not breakfast."

He sighs.

Ozzie has a look on his face, one I can't describe.But I can say it's unusual to me.

Lucifer sits down, Ozzie sitting across from him.

...

I sit down on lucifers bed, he's standing at his mirror, brushing his hair.He's so..

Beautiful..

"Lucifer, why don't you grow your hair out? All your brothers have longer hair correct?"

"It's an archangel thing, I didn't cut mine, when I was banished michael chopped it. Just kept it short since."

Oh, so, trauma. Got it.

"Hm. Well he was probably just trying to hide some of your beauty. Didn't work out for him though." I answer.

Theres a hint of a smile of his lips.

I don't typically say these kinds of things in public, I love him dearly, but it's easier to say that to him when there isn't a crowd of people watching us.

I mean, seriously, people act like this is my first normal relationship and he has had a missing wife for eight years.(He said sarcastically)

I still love him.

"Cuddle?" He asks, climbing into bed.

"Sure."

He hugs me, laying his head on my chest.

"I love you." He mumbles.

I wrap my arms around him, twisting us to get comfortable.

"I love you too."

His eyes droop shut as I run my fingers through his perfectly blonde hair.

Soft despite the large amount of hair gel he uses each morning.

"Al.."

"Hm?"

"You weren't the type to get married and have a family in life..why?"

"Uh.. I don't know, love. I know I wasn't mentally prepared for that kind of thing. I wasnt even able to handle it with Vox. Some days its difficult with you. Suppose that goes with the everlasting trauma of being me."

He looks up at me.

"You can always tell me you know..when you need me to give you space."

"I never need you to give space. Actually it's quite the opposite."

"How so?"

"You mentioned how being in love is biochemically close to being a obsessive compulsive disorder.. but unfortunately I am insane and compulsive. And jealous I've learned."

"So, what I'm hearing here is, you're obsessed with me?"

"Mm, don't flatter yourself, sire."

He smiles, "would you kill somebody for me?"

"Burn them at the damn stake."

He laughs a bit, fuck I love his laugh.

"I dont think I'm worth all that."

"You're sadly mistaken, I mean..look at you..you are gorgeous. Perfect skin. Beautiful eyes. Soft lips and even softer hair." I pull him up closer to me. "And then to top it all off you're funny, smart, kind. A little bit of a dork. But you just click in the right places in my head."

"How so?"

"You make the suffering of hell disappear, and all you have to do is smile."

He smiles, his hand running down my arm.

"So I suppose I am obsessed. But I'd beg you for forgiveness before I repent my soul. I don't understand how anyone would choose anything over this."

I kiss his head.

"You're crazy."

"For you? Yeah."