THE TIME THEY SPENT TOGETHER was nothing short of magical, a symphony of shared moments and growing affection that filled their days with warmth and joy. With each passing day, their bond deepened, intertwining their hearts in a tapestry of love and longing.
As they basked in each other's presence, they found solace in the simple act of being together, their connection evolving into something profound and unshakeable. Lucifer, moved by the radiance of Y/N's smile, always found himself in a tight situation of granting her every wish with a sense of profound happiness, whether she truly wanted it or simply because he reasoned that she might indeed need it. His own heart soared with each flicker of joy that danced across her face. She became the virtue he worshipped, something that governed his senses, diminishing all his control under her lovable presence.
And unbeknownst to her, in return for what she was inflicting upon his being, her own heart had become entwined with his, her love for him growing with each passing moment. His presence had become her new medicine that she couldn't and refused to live without. The growing tension at the edges of her heart pricked her more and more with longing until it swiveled to something insatiable.
And yet, amidst the bliss of their shared affection, there remained one wish that lingered unfulfilled, casting a shadow over their idyllic paradise—a wish that, if dared, promised damnation.
As moments passed, a tumult of thoughts raged within him, a silent battle between duty and desire. Granting her wish meant defying the sacred rules that bound him, risking repercussions of unimaginable magnitude. Yet, in the depths of his being, he yearned for it with a fervor that consumed him. To feel her warmth, to hold her in his embrace—it was a longing that echoed through the very fibers of his being. Could he dare to defy the confines that bound him? Could he risk everything... for her?
Sigh.
With a hesitant yet resolute gesture, Lucifer fixed his gaze as he summoned his faltering magic, all that his body could conjure awaiting as the air crackled with an ethereal energy. The background, once bathed in a silvery hue, now battled against the brilliance of a golden glow emitted from his figure, momentarily growing in brilliance, blinding her temporarily and tempting her to look away and withdraw away from him.
And shortly thereafter, in a breathtaking display of power, the once immutable mirror, a barrier separating them, began to liquefy, its surface rippling like molten gold. Slowly, from its depths emerged a figure—a stature of elegance, a sight of beauty to behold. There appeared Lucifer himself, tangible and real, standing before her for the very first time.
In that moment, the air thrummed with palpable anticipation, the world seemingly holding its breath as they stood on the precipice of something extraordinary, something unimaginable, and something hard to believe.
She could hear his faint breathing, his figure now standing before her without the barrier, as the few golden dust particles that surrounded him slowly fell to the ground upon which he stood.
Silence.
"Are you going to just stand there?" He smiled warmly, his eyes filled with colors that were mixed together as he spoke softly. "Where's the hug I was looking forward to, dear?"
His arms faintly stretched, beckoning her to him.
Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart was pounding in her chest.
His voice, clearer now than it was when he was in his enclosure, filled the room with its melodic resonance, echoing off the walls in a desperate plea to reach her ears and complete their symphony.
Is this a dream?
As she stood there, rooted to the spot, a flood of emotions surged within her at the sight of his proud stature before her, every contour kissed by the whisper of the stars. This wasn't a dream—it was real. Tears welled in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks in shimmering rivulets of joy and longing.
With trembling lips, she took a tentative step forward, each movement a destination she was meant to fulfill, her legs threatening to give way beneath her. Lifting her hand to the air, her hand shook as she reached out to him, unable to contain the overwhelming intensity of her emotions.
Gently, like the whispered gospels of the breeze, she traced the contours of his face, her fingertips committing every line and curve to her memory, wanting to preserve this moment for all eternity. From his cheek to his eyes to his lips, she savored the sensation of his skin against hers, as smooth as expensive silk, and the warmth of his body blending with hers. His hair brushed against the back of her finger as she traced his every contour, as soft as gossamer strands. Her eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, a longing fulfilled, piercing through the very fabric of reality.
In that fleeting instant, time seemed to stand still, their connection transcending the boundaries of the physical world as they shared an intimacy that defied description. And as she withdrew her hand, a bittersweet ache settled in her chest, knowing that this encounter, for which she had prayed and wished, brought her immense happiness inside, a feeling even she struggled to comprehend and manage thoroughly.
Without hesitating another flickering second, she melted into his embrace, her face buried against his chest, listening to the soft sound of his breathing while his scent engulfed her senses like fresh dew and flowers in the morning. Her arms wound tightly around his back as tears continued to cascade down her cheeks, dampening his pristine white robe.
Gently responding to her actions, he enveloped her in his arms protectively, his soft lips pressing tenderly against her head as he inhaled the sweet fragrance lingering on her hair. It was the first time her warmth truly reached him, the first time her sweet scent enveloped him, and although he was the one who granted her wishes, he wanted someone to grant his own, his sole wish of living in the presence of her love without the intrusive eyes of the heavens.
With soothing circles on her back, he whispered softly, "Come now, you can cry all you want... I'm here to wipe away your tears."
His lighthearted tone belied the depth of his love and concern, offering her solace and comfort in her moment of vulnerability.
In that tender embrace, they remained intertwined, the soft hum of his tune vibrating and filling the air as he patiently waited for her tears to subside. He held her close, cherishing the warmth of her presence against him, their figures bathed in the ethereal glow of the moon above, accompanied by the twinkling stars that danced in delight as they watched them gleefully.
As the moon reached its zenith, casting a gentle radiance upon their intertwined forms, he sensed her gradually relaxing within his arms. Feeling her loosening grip, he gently cupped her face, his eyes filled with pure adoration as he brushed his fingers against her cheeks.
With a tender touch, he pressed soft kisses against her cheeks, each one a testament to the depth of his love and devotion.
"I still prefer seeing you smile and laugh," Lucifer confessed, his gaze tender as he locked eyes with her, finding mirrored in her gaze the same sentiment he held strongly for her.
With a gentle gesture, he infused the room with his power, causing the music box, a creation meant for her, to spring to life with a soothing melody.
"Would you take this dance with me?" he asked, intertwining their fingers in a silent invitation.
Curling the corner of her lips upwards, and gazing at him with smiling eyes, she breathed.
"Gladly," she replied, her smile lighting up her face further despite the traces of tears that brimmed in her eyes.
With a gentle sway to the rhythmic music, they began to dance, lost in the enchanting melody that encircled them and the warmth of each other's presence. In that moment, the weight of their shared past and uncertain future melted away, leaving only the promise of their love and the timeless embrace of their dance.
As the gentle melody of the music box filled the room, its notes seemed to weave a spell of enchantment, enveloping them in a cocoon of tranquility. The dance floor, bathed in a soft, ethereal light, shimmered with a mystical energy, inviting them to surrender to its allure.
His wings, aglow with a radiant golden light, encircled her with a tender embrace, their feathers brushing against her skin like delicate silk. With each faint step they took, they moved as if in a trance, their bodies swaying in perfect synchrony to the haunting theme that echoed in the air, a chant of pure fondness.
They danced as if time stood still, lost in the embrace of their surroundings. In that fleeting moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the ethereal dance of their intertwined souls, illuminated by the soft glow of affection.
Their eyes met in a gaze that spoke volumes, each loving glance a silent exchange of secrets and desires. In the hushed stillness of the room, they danced with a slow, deliberate grace, their movements filled with an unspoken yearning that hung heavy in the air.
With each step, they drew closer, the space between them dwindling until they were enveloped deeper in each other's arms. Their breaths intertwined in a sweet, intoxicating dance, the air crackling with the electric energy of their shared passion.
And then, with a tender reverence and a swift manipulation of time, their lips grazed softly, meeting in a kiss that caught their breath in utter suspense.
It was a kiss filled with all the tenderness and longing of two souls intertwined, their hearts beating as one in the throes of a love that defied reasons. In that moment, they were lost in the spell of the world they shared, consumed by the ethereal sense of their connection as they surrendered to the timeless embrace of their love.
Through laughter, shared experiences, and moments of quiet contemplation, Y/N and Lucifer found refuge in each other's presence, their connection transcending the boundaries of their circumstances.
The room was bathed in a radiant golden glow as all of Lucifer's previous creations danced freely around them, filling the space with joy and delight. Among them were countless objects in the shape of ducks, a tribute to her affectionate gesture towards him.
Breaking the kiss despite the reluctance that lingered, she tenderly caressed his cheeks, meeting his soft gaze with hues that sparkled with adoration. In that fleeting moment, she felt as though she was the most precious creation in the universe, the most blessed and cherished by him above all else.
For what felt like an eternity, they remained locked in each other's embrace, his hand gently stroking her hair as she nestled against his chest. With her eyes closed, she listened to the rhythmic beat of his heart within the cage that confined it, a desperate plea being sung to hers, a symphony that echoed her own, filling her soul with a sense of peaceful contentment as the mutual understanding within resided.
With him humming a gentle melody through his curved lips, his cheeks tinted in an evident shade of roses as they rested against her head in profound satisfaction, finding secure solace in each other's arms. Lost in the soothing cadence of his voice, she felt as though they could remain in this moment for eternity.
"I wish that I could stay like this forever," she whispered, her words a tender declaration of her love, her voice muffled against his chest. "With no one else but you."
Lucifer's smile wavered at her words, his heart heavy with affection as he sought solace in her embrace. Though her words carried a bittersweet sting, like poison coursing through his veins, he found himself unable to resist the intoxicating allure of her love.
But his moment of fleeting happiness was shattered as he noticed his hand wrapped around her frame slowly turning to a golden glow, a heavenly dust, a stark reminder of the punishment he had yet to face. His heart sank as the weight of his impending fate bore down on him, demanding to be repaid for his transgressions.
His gleeful smile faltered.
"Won't you stay here with me?" she implored once more, her voice trembling with a mixture of hope and desperation as she locked eyes with him, her gaze pleading. "Here with me, outside of the mirror... If I were to wish for you to be free, would you—"
Her words faltered as she witnessed the sorrow etched on Lucifer's face, his expression a reflection of the anguish that threatened to tear at her own heart. With a heavy heart, he broke their embrace, his wings drooping with the weight of his sadness as he discreetly concealed his hand behind him, hiding the physical manifestation of the heavy burden he bore.
His action reflected his answer.
It breaks her.
In a voice filled with sorrow, he murmured softly, his brows furrowed as he refused to meet her pleading gaze.
"I can't..."