Lucifer Morningstar Imagines ❤

Scars

A/N: I really recommend listening to the above piece of music whilst you read this. It's so emotional and simple. I think it speaks volumes about this one shot since I wrote this while listening to it. It's called 'Spiegel im Spiegel' by the Estonian composer Arvo Pärt, I love his works so much and I played this piece at a science center during a conference about the teenage brain. It means a lot to me because it was the beginning in the piecing together of my confidence as a musician all over again. Spiegle im Spiegel translates to 'Mirror(s) in the mirror' such a gorgeous title isn't it not? The piece may sound simple but it's actually devilishly hard to keep the bow contact consistent so the sound doesn't dissappear in resonating within the violin. Lol sorry I'm nerding out I'll stop :)

I guess the use of this piece for this oneshot can be interpreted in any way you'd like

This is a request for Lucifer and the OC where they see his scars and ask to touch them. They're in love with each other but haven't admitted it.

Ah, the simplicity to love and yet the complications that lie under it...kinda like this piece of music...

I'M SORRY I'LL STOP

L x

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"Hey, Lucifer! Are you ready yet? They're all waiting on you, we need to leave now." Y/n threw her jacket onto the couch and turned around. Only to be greeted by the man that she loved that stood opposite her, her heart clenched. He just loved taking jokes too far. He didn't know how much she had yearned to see him like his. For him to be hers. "Lu- what on Earth do you think you're doing?"

"Trying to convince you to stay in with me, of course. I mean, why else would I be naked in my apartment, knowingly going to be late for hanging out with a few incredibly boring friends?"

Y/n put her hands on her hips, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Really, Lucifer? I'm not falling for your tricks again. That already happened yesterday, I'm not falling for these things again. You could say that I'm learning from my mistakes." She grinned.

"Oh really? Y/n?" He stepped forward with a gleam in his eyes, y/n kept her eyes on his face, knowing that if she strayed any further, he would definitely win. "Come on gorgeous, it's all here." He began to slowly spin around in a circle, as if he were a mannequin on display. He certainly had the physique of one.

And then his back was facing her. All playful emotions seemed to leave the room as soon as she saw the ragged scars on his back, two lines where his wings would of been attached.

"Lucifer..." She trailed off, not knowing what to say about the scars. Did they hurt? How far down did they run? Down to his very soul? And would they fade away? Outward scars faded away, just not scars this big But inner ones, scars of the heart, they were a different matter.

Y/n walked closer to him and placed a hand on his shoulder to prevent him from turning. "Lucifer, your back. I, I never knew. Why didn't you tell me? I-" tears choked in her throat and she raised her other hand, the one that wasn't on his shoulder, and brought it up to lightly trace the white lines that marked his back. He flinched immediately as soon as a finger lay on his skin and spun around, holding her hand in his. More of a warning than any other. As if it was an automatic reaction. The look in his eyes was like cracked glass, as if the emotions he tried to suppress were so strong that nothing could hold them back.

"Don't. Please." It was said quietly, as if his voice had given up its strength, as if he were a dying man, pleading for his end to be swift and painless. It broke y/n's heart to see him like this. Hurting. Vulnerable. Lucifer's eyes kept staring into hers, holding her gaze as she searched into his soul, searching for any form of hope for him to believe in.

There was none. All she could find was self loathing and desperation. Love. Her heart thrummed in her chest, her body heavy, her mind light, weightless, as if it were soaring in the thoughts of her head.

She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead, she brought her other hand over his and placed kisses upon his knuckles and in the palm of his hand.

"Okay, I won't. I won't. Don't worry. I'm sorry." She whispered to him, could see him visibly relax and see him build himself back together.

He leaned his forehead on hers and she watched as he closed his eyes.

"I, I'm sorry, y/n, I just."

"I understand."

"You don't, I just, you can feel my scars, I - I wasn't prepared. I thought it was just an easy task of playful seduction and then hot, passionate sex. Not this."

Throughout the mess of their emotions, y/n couldn't help but laugh and close her eyes. The emotions she experienced were so profound that even tears couldn't help her sort them out. Instead, they stirred in the pit of her stomach, incessantly.

"We're not having sex, Lucifer." But it was as if he didn't even hear her.

"They don't hurt, I just, nobody has ever really felt them before, or cared."

It was all a little too much.

"Lucifer." Y/n sobbed out, gripping around his neck and pulled him down for a tight embrace, could feel his arms wrapping around her in return, could feel him pull her impossibly close. Could feel his lips move against her skin as he repeated her name over and over again as if it were an inner mantra.

They stood there, clinging to each other as if they would never see each other again. She wanted to speak but the only words that repeatedly came to mind was a three worded phrase she could never say to him.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

Maybe if she thought it hard enough, loud enough. Then maybe he would hear how loud her thoughts were and hear what she wanted yet could never say.

Lucifer, I love you.

Instead, she pulled away.

"Can I, can I touch them? I'll be careful, I promise."

She could feel his muscles tense against her body before they relaxed and a breath escaped his lips. "Of course."

His back muscles were tense under her hand as she lightly felt at his skin. Could feel the ridges of of his muscles and the ridges of scar tissue. His back was ridiculously tense.

"Hey, you need to relax." She whispered against his skin, pressing her lips against him with the lightest of touches. Once. And then twice, another on the other scar. He wasn't breathing, she could him holding his breath and so she removed her touch. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have." Her lip caught under her teeth and she pulled away. Y/n got up from her spot and began to leave, only for his hand to capture her wrist and a force to pulled her back lightly. She turned around to look at him.

"Lucifer are you o-"

Y/n was cut off as soon as he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped his arms around her, completely engulfing her in his scent and his body. The grip on her was tight. As if he was saying 'please never leave me, don't leave me'

Y/n's heart throbbed for him as she wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tighter.

"I guess we're not meeting up with everyone anymore, are we?"

The only response she received was a chuckle that rumbled under her body and comforted her soul.