Late Night Drunk Chats ♡
characters: Lucifer, GN!MC
content/warnings: Fluff. This is the first piece I've written in well over a year, and it has not been beta'd lol.
word Count: 3568
notes: Heavily inspired by this from @obeythedemons because it feckin,, wouldn't leave my brain. My guy I loved it and I hope I did it justice. Could be taken as a little plagiarizing so I'm happy to take it down if I stepped on your toes, I just couldn't help myself T-T
I've also jimmied with the in-game chat a little for funsies.
Ding! Your DDD’s screen lit up as it buzzed, jerking you awake. You hissed and hid your face in your pillow as it dinged and buzzed a second time. Groggily, you reached for the device, turning to face it and immediately regretting the decision. It alerted you a third time as you swore under your breath, cursing yourself for not turning the brightness down before you fell asleep.
You unlocked the phone and squinted at the screen, lowering the brightness as much as it would go before opening the text thread that had been chiming at you.
MC.
MC!
A sticker followed-- one that you used often, a little smiley sunshine. You couldn’t tell who it was from-- your vision was still hazy with sleep. You blinked it out of your eyes as your fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to shoot back. If it was Levi being impatient about another midnight special event trade on Mononoke Land, you were going to threaten to uninstall the app entirely.
But the name that you noticed at the top of the chat as you rubbed the sleep from your eyes wasn’t Leviathan. It was Lucifer. You hesitated a little, confused, but typed back a reply.
/// what's up with you?
Lucifer’s response was quick.
Hmmmmm? Nothing.
I suddnly felt hte urge to chat with youu. That’s all
Your brow furrowed. Lucifer’s texts rarely lacked punctuation, and he never misspelled anything. For a fleeting moment, you worried if something was terribly wrong, but he wouldn’t be texting if it was. It dawned on you that he had been summoned to the castle earlier that day, and had spent the evening with the crown prince. With that knowledge, you had an inkling of what was happening.
... are you drunk?
Lucifer’s chat bubble appeared, then disappeared, then reappeared.
How could youtell? You rally know me well, MC!!
ehehehe.
I ws drnking Demonus with Diavolo earlier
And yu know, he kept syaing all these nicethings about you...
Let me tellyo, I’m also reaally happy you’re down here with us.
...
Who even came up with the ifea that whoever empties their bottle first, wins...?
Oh, rght. I did...
My bad. Ahhh, my head isspinning.
Good night MC.
ILove you.
Unsure how to respond, or even if you should respond, you lie staring at your DDD. Unbidden, a feeling of worry hooked your chest again. It wouldn’t hurt to double check that Lucifer made it to his room okay-- both for your peace of mind and his; you knew his brothers would never let him live it down if they were to find him passed out on the stairs. And in the event he did make it all the way to his bed before the demonus took over, he would appreciate a glass of water and a couple devildom painkillers on his bedside table. Knowing Lucifer, he wouldn’t let this hinder the next day’s responsibilities, and you could feel a sympathy headache forming just thinking about the hangovers you’d experienced. No doubt it took a very strong bottle indeed to get the most uptight demon you’d ever met to the point he was drunk texting you.
You rose from bed, slipping a hoodie over your head and tucking your DDD into the front pocket.
Outside your door was quiet and dark, save for the intermittent light coming from under Levi’s door and the perpetually full yellow moon shining through the half-drawn curtains. You crept down the hall, bare feet silent on the ancient carpets. Your demon-babysitter-sense convinced you the best course of action would be to check from the front door all the way to Lucifer’s room first, just in case he was half-conscious somewhere, or before he bumped drunkenly into one of his vases. Diavolo was sure to have sent him home in a hired car, but while the headless spirit that served as the Crown Prince's valet was useful behind the wheel, that’s also where his usefulness ended. Lucifer would be on his own getting through the front gate, up the path without tripping over the various gravestones that littered the yard, through the heavy wooden doors and beyond.
Turns out, you discovered as you tentatively cracked open the front door, that your demon-babysitter-sense was better honed than you thought. Leaning on the right of the two doors, hair disheveled and blinking in disbelief at you, was Lucifer.
“MC,” he breathed, hauling himself to standing straight, though he swayed a little. “I couldn’t get it open a moment ago.”
You opened the door wider to let him in, keeping your voice quiet. “You always lock it before you leave.”
“Ah.” It was more of a sigh than a word. “I do, don’t I?”
Lucifer shuffled forward as you shut the front door behind him and locked it again, and all but collapsed on the bench at the base of the stairs, his fur-lined cloak pooling around his hips.
“Ah, no, come on,” you beckoned, moving forward to grasp his bicep. “Let’s go to your room before someone finds us. One of your brothers could take advantage of you in this state.”
A strange, loose smile split Lucifer’s mouth. “So clandestine,” he chuckled, a deep rumbling in his chest that you felt as he stood, leaving the coat behind, and leaned against you as you moved slowly up the stairs. One of his hands snaked around your back and latched onto your hip. One warm finger slipped under the hem of your sweater, and you hoped you didn’t react as your heart jumped. “You could take advantage of me in this state.”
You huffed, half in amusement and half out of effort-- this demon was heavy. You were lucky he was lucid enough to walk-- there was no way you could have dragged him to his room full-ragdoll. “Don’t be ridiculous.”
Blessedly, you made it to the top of the stairs, but the hallway seemed a lot longer with a couple hundred pounds of demon lord draped over your side and growing heavier by the second.
“Lucifer,” you hissed through gritted teeth. “Help me out, here.”
He practically giggled, which would have given you pause for its bizzarity if you weren’t trying as hard as you were to keep the both of you on your feet.
“Hmmmm... for a kiss.”
You resisted the urge to groan. “Not now. It’s late, and you’re too drunk.”
Lucifer whined, but eased off your side marginally. “You’re so virtuous.” he sneered the last word, like it tasted bad. “Sometimes I wish you weren’t.”
Okay, that hurt a little. He didn’t mean it to be, and he probably wasn’t aware of what he was saying anyway. You changed the subject.
“You could have called me. I would have let you in.”
“I already said goonight,” he countered, slurring the last word. “Didn’t want to wake you.”
You were nearly to your salvation-- his bedroom door. “I was already awake. I texted you back, didn’t I?”
“I--” he grunted. “I suppose.”
You breathed a sigh of relief as you made it to his room and pushed the door open. The two of you stumbled the last few steps to his bed, and collapsed head first onto it, with you pinned halfway under him. Lucifer heaved a heavy sigh, blowing sweet, demonus-scented air over your face. He didn’t move to say anything further, and you thanked your lucky stars you at least got him here before he passed out.
You wriggled free to shut the door, and Lucifer groaned. When you turned back to him, he had rolled to his back, fingers half-heartedly working the buttons on his vest. You resigned yourself to help a little, and moved to untie his slick black formals.
“You don’t need to help me undress,” Lucifer rumbled. “Unless you want to.” His voice lilted in a way that made your heart flutter, but you stayed on task.
“I told you, not now. Once you’re sober.”
His head lifted as he propped himself up on his elbows. His ruby eyes bore into yours. “Promise?”
You forced yourself to look down at his shoes as you slipped them off and tucked them into place on the floor by the foot of the bed. Lucifer, however, appeared to be genuinely awaiting an answer, and sat up further, catching you with his calves behind yours and pulling you in to press your knees into the side of his bed. His hands covered your hips.
“Diavolo’s teasing was relentless tonight,” he said, eyes on you. You stared at the collar of his shirt, afraid to look anywhere else.
“Yeah?” you responded noncommittally, strategizing the best way to extract yourself from his grip and get him water before getting to bed yourself. “About what?”
Lucifer giggled again. “You.”
You snapped your gaze up to his, but his eyes were closed, and he pursed his lips. “He knows how fond I am of you. The more we drank, the worse it became.”
His head lolled back, and when he righted himself, his eyes were open again, capturing you. “We started talking about the future of the exchange program, but our conversation derailed halfway through dinner.” He tilted his chin a little to regard you. “We spent most of the night talking about you.”
“You mentioned,” you responded, unsure of what else to say. You loosened his tie and finished unbuttoning his vest.
“Do you want to hear more?”
You put up a token effort to free yourself, but even intoxicated, Lucifer was stronger than you. “You were drunk. I’m sure most of it was silly. Now let me get you some water so you can get to sleep.”
“You’re right,” Lucifer said as he loosened his grip slightly. “We were using the wrong word. Fond doesn’t nearly begin to explain how I feel about you.”
“Lucifer,” you pleaded softly, but he continued, though he let you go as he mumbled to himself. You slipped the vest and tie off him and draped them on the coffee table.
“What would be the right word? Captivated? Bewitched?”
You lost the next couple of words as you fetched a glass from his demonus shelf and filled it with water from the bathroom sink. From the side drawer you retrieved a few pain relief pills from the bottle Lucifer occasionally used to ease his headaches. The demon in question was still mulling over a few descriptors with himself as you returned.
“Besotted?” he finished, straightening his back and looking up at you.
“You’re besotted right now,” you pressed the glass and the pills into his hands. “You probably won’t remember this in the morning.”
“I assure you, I am perfectly lucid,” he bit back, voice clear and assured. “And I think the best phrase would be to simply tell you I’m in love with you.”
You bit your tongue before responding. “I love all of you, too.”
“No,” Lucifer pressed. “I love you, but I am also in love with you.”
“Of course you are,” you hummed, despite your racing heart. “Take these. They’ll make you feel better.”
“You don’t believe me.”
You pinched your mouth shut and guided his hands up to his face with yours. Begrudgingly, he swallowed the pills, and at your behest, finished the water as well. You took the empty glass from him and refilled it, setting it out of drunken-arm-swinging-reach on the bedside table.
“I believe you,” you soothed once you noticed that Lucifer was very pointedly watching you, brow furrowed. You reached out to smooth his forehead with your thumbs, and pressed a light kiss to his hairline. He didn’t seem to buy your assuagence. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
You stepped out of reach before he could capture you again, and made for the door. “Goodnight, Lucifer.”
“MC,” he called after you, one hand on his head and tilting dangerously sideways, but it appeared the drunken spinning of the room forced him to stay where he was. You shut the door softly behind you, heaving several deep breaths to calm your heart as you returned to your room.
It took a while to get back to sleep.
~
The next morning, Mammon woke you. He was having trouble with his tie again (how hadn’t he learned to do it yet?) and if you didn’t help him and get dressed quickly, Beel was going to eat your breakfasts for you! So hurry up and help him already!
You kicked him out of the room to dress, and he all but dragged you to the dining room once you were done, chatting animatedly about the magazine his latest modeling gig featured in. You left a series of courteous but loud knocks on Levi’s door as you passed it, knowing he was still up when you went back to bed last night and could very well have slept through his alarm.
Asmo, Satan, and Beel were all seated at the table when you arrived. They greeted you each in turn, Beel somewhat half-mindedly as he tried to prop up a still fully asleep Belphie in his chair.
You dished yourself first as the boys waited, as you usually did. It had been a courtesy enforced by Lucifer in your first weeks in the House, while you were accommodating to Devildom cuisine. You were allowed to serve yourself as much of whatever you found palatable, before his voracious brothers cleared the rest of the spread. It was an unspoken condition now, and you didn’t really think they needed to bother anymore, but the habit had carried, and you appreciated it for what it was.
No one mentioned Lucifer’s absence from the head of the table as breakfast continued as usual. Mammon tried unsuccessfully to badger information out of Satan regarding an upcoming Majolish event, to which the latter had been invited by a distant acquaintance. When Asmo caught wind that one of his favorite designers would be in attendance, the prodding effort became two-pronged. Levi dragged himself into his chair as Beel was filling his third plate, and Belphie had managed to blearily skewer a bit of seasoned shadow hog on his fork, but he was quickly losing the battle against sleep again.
Asmo complained about having to be on dish duty once he was finished eating, but you offered to do the washing, if he did the drying, and Beel helped clear off the plates before going in the sink. This seemed to lift Asmo’s spirits, and he left a lipgloss-sticky kiss on your cheek as he left for the kitchen with a short stack of dishes. This drew complaints from almost everyone else in attendance (minus Belphie, who was using his plate as a pillow, now), but you only rolled your eyes as you followed.
Satan’s phone alarm chimed a short while later, alerting the table that it was time to leave. He poked his head in the kitchen to tell your dishwashing crew as you finished up, and was out the front door first, no doubt to feed the stray cat he had been not-so-secretly caring for on their path to RAD. Asmo rushed up the stairs to fetch a last-minute accessory he realized would go with today’s ensemble. Levi whinged as he tugged on his uniform, complaining it wasn’t fair he had to attend in-person classes once a week, because he was doing fine in online courses. Somehow Mammon’s tie had become completely skewed and hung crookedly off his neck in the thirty-some-odd seconds it had taken him to walk from the dining hall to the front door. You shouldered your messenger bag as Beel shouldered his twin and set off down the steps, calling for the others to get a move on.
You cornered Mammon to fix his tie, but turned your head at the sight of movement at the top of the stairs. You opened your mouth to chide Asmo for taking so long, but the words died in your throat as you saw not Asmodeus, but Lucifer. Mammon slid from your grip like the slippery little fish he was and booked it out the door, smacking Levi on the back as he passed.
Lucifer looked just as put together as always, but as he descended the stairs, you could see his face was a little haggard.
“Good morning,” you greeted, plastering a smile on your face and internally yelling at your pulse to slow down.
“Morning.” His voice was gravelly, but his posture was as rigid as ever.
Asmo bounced down the stairs after his brother, slowing for a moment to ask you if you were coming. You told him you were and moved to follow him out the door, but Lucifer stopped you with a hand on your arm.
“One moment, if you would, MC.”
Asmo tittered and winked at you before heading on his way. You turned back to the dark-haired demon as he released you.
“How are you feeling?” You teased, unable to help yourself. Lucifer closed his eyes briefly and ran a hand through his hair.
“Admittedly I have been much better.” You chuckled at his admission, but it seemed he wasn’t finished. “I’m sorry I troubled you last night. My behavior was... unbecoming of me.”
“It’s alright,” you said, beginning to feel a little tense.
“No,” Lucifer countered. “It isn’t. I am lucky I had you to help me. My stubbornness in forcing Diavolo to let me return home in such a state could have ended much worse than it did. I appreciate your patience with me.”
“Well... I couldn’t just leave you on the front porch all night.” A smile tugged at your lips, and you were somewhat relieved to see Lucifer match it, however, it was short-lived.
“About what I said.”
You lifted a hand to stop him and shook your head. “I know you didn’t mean it. No hard feelings, Lucifer, really, I--”
He cut you off with a swift “No,” then sighed almost imperceptibly as your jaw clicked shut. “I did mean it. I did, and I have been doing a very poor job of things if you still don’t believe that. It’s shameful that I had to be drunk to admit it to you.”
“That’s not...” you trailed off, unsure how to continue. You didn’t mean to make him feel bad, but the fact that he apparently remembered all of last night and remained steadfast in his confession... well.
“We all love you very dearly, not only for what you’ve managed to do for us, but... I’ve come to realize you mean more to me than that. I know that I am not always the most forthcoming with my thoughts and feelings--” he swallowed hard. “It is something I could stand to change. For you.”
All you could do was blink as he spoke to you, eyes searching your face. “At least let me take you out after classes today. To Madam Scream’s, or that new cafe pop-up you and Satan were talking about the other day. Or I could see about reservations at Ristorante Six.” He seemed to realize he was getting away from himself and slowed down. “To express my gratitude. And to take a step in the right direction, hopefully. If--” his jaw clenched for a beat, and he forced it to relax. “If you’ll have me.”
“Uhh, I... how about dinner?” You suggested. “Ristorante Six sounds nice, but if you can’t swing it--”
“I can.” he assured before you could finish. “If you wish to go, I will see to it. I owe you that much, at least.”
You nodded, trying to calm your swirling thoughts, and the butterflies swirling in your stomach. Lucifer took up one of your hands in his, and you could feel a flush raging on your cheeks as he brought it up to his lips and pressed a reverent kiss to your knuckles.
“Thank you, MC,” he murmured, the words ghosting over your skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake. He lowered your joined hands. “You should get to class. I’m sure Mammon is waiting for you at the front gate.”
Again, it was all you could do to nod. You cleared your throat, realizing you had to say something.
“Thanks, uh, too.” Very smooth, MC. Great move. “For offering. And for being honest. We’ll talk more over dinner tonight?”
Lucifer’s smile was soft and lovestruck. “Yes. I’ll text you when I have our reservations ironed out.”
“Okay.” You shifted on your feet, hesitating, and then decided to take the plunge, leaning up to press a lingering kiss to the side of his mouth.
“I owed you that,” you offered in a way of explanation. “I love you.”
You dropped his hand and all but flew out the door before he could respond, or you could combust with a combination of excitement and embarrassment. If you had stayed a moment longer, you would have reveled in the bright, hot blush that crawled all the way up Lucifer’s neck and face, to the tips of his ears. He lifted a gloved hand to the tingling place your lips had been before pulling out his DDD and swiftly making a number of phone calls to reserve for you not just a table, but a secluded, private booth, and premium bottle service. You would have a lot of talking to do tonight, and hopefully, a lot less talking eventually, as well.
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