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Is Lucifer the avatar of pride because he is gay or is he gay because he is the avatar of pride? Did he come out of the closet or did he just come out of heaven? These are the important questions.
post brought to you by the homoerotic tension between Lucifer and Diavolo 💙
You might find it hard to believe, but I have actually answered something similar to this before!
Previously, I believe I discussed how he tends to overwork himself and the way he treats himself as requiring standards much higher than anyone else. It was difficult to watch, the way he denied himself joy and peace with some grim and condescending certainty that he had not yet done anything worthy of it.
It can be hard to argue down the Cardinal Sin of Pride, but I like to think my displeasure and sternness over his belittlement of someone I hold dear had some impact. That whole matter with the grimoire so many years ago still picks at me, the way he projected his lack of choice, when it has always been him getting in his own way. He had such a nasty tendency of denying himself agency, of taking his own choice away in a way that was equal parts infuriating and heartbreaking.
If I were to answer this question now however, which I will, I'm not sure my answer would be the same. Certainly, we all have habits that are difficult to break, but I have seen a change in him over these years, even just since reconnecting with this incarnation of his sister. I am proud of his growth, of how hard he's worked to loosen himself of control--not only over himself but of his siblings and their work as well.
I think if I had to choose now, I'd say I still feel he's too hard on himself. He's always held himself to such impossible standards, ones I'd argue were set for him once and that he persists in adhering to even now. I hope to see him continue a path of peace and kindness towards himself, to view himself and his efforts in the same way that I do.
Now wait a minute, hold on. I never said that. I simply answered with a least. That's hardly to say that you leaving your dirty coffee cups to sit OVERNIGHT for you to wash in the morning is not still problematic.
Hii! so i really love Dialuci and i wanted to request a fic about them. I like the 5 things + 1 thing trope but i saw that u already have a fic like that, so if you dont wanna use i understand, i just want a cute Dialuci fic bc they are adorable 💖
5 Times Diavolo Felt a Little Less Alone
AO3
Ship: Diavolo/Lucifer
Word Count: 2005
Warnings: None
A/N: Hi Anon! I’m always down for 5+1 requests! I hope you like this! I’m still getting used to writing for this ship, but I had fun!
1
Diavolo’s fingers danced along the castle walls as he gazed at the fallen Morning Star. He was more than the prince could ever wish for, to ever hope for, and he was standing right there. Well, sitting. He’d met Lucifer before, but he’d never seen him this worn. It was understandable, but still.
Gripping his nerves, Diavolo decided to approach him once more. Lucifer’s eyes swept up towards the movement and the Prince suddenly was all too aware of his heart pounding away in his chest.
“May I take this seat?” he asked.
Lucifer was silent for a moment, then he nodded, “I suppose you can.”
He was a bit more eager than he’d like to admit at the ‘okay’. He wanted to turn the Devildom into a home for Lucifer and his brothers, to make them all feel comfortable. He wanted them to want to stay.
Lucifer regarded him oddly, almost as if he couldn’t make out Diavolo’s intentions. Which was fair by all means. Perhaps he wasn’t setting the most appropriate of moods, but he found himself giddy at the mere thought of sitting close to the Morning Star. Even if the circumstances that brought them together once more were grim, he was still happy that he got to see him again.
“Can I get you some tea?”
He wasn’t sure if he wanted something to calm Lucifer or his own nerves. He’d have Barbatos bring every type out that he could find. He wanted to give Lucifer the widest variety of options that he could. He wanted to give Lucifer anything that he could.
“I suppose that would be nice,” Lucifer seemed hesitant. It was understandable of course, but Diavolo was already summoning Barbatos. He was going to make the Devildom home for Lucifer.
***
2
Diavolo loved parties. They filled the castle up with people and laughter and music. Things Diavolo wished there had been more of as he was growing up. Even so, sometimes the parties still felt lonely. Others wouldn’t address him the same way they addressed each other. It made sense, he was the Devildom’s prince. They had to treat him with respect.
He could act like one of them.
But he couldn’t be one of them.
His fingers tightened around his glass.
“Lord Diavolo, are you quite alright?” Lucifer was staring at him. Lucifer’s attention was on him.
He forced a laugh and put his hand on his shoulder, “Of course! Why would I be anything other than okay?
Lucifer’s brow furrowed and his lip twitched. He didn’t believe a word that had just come out of Diavolo’s mouth. Lucifer was the eldest of his brothers and the one that kept them in line, he knew when he was being lied to.
But before he could get a word out, Diavolo was already spewing more words at him. “I mean, just look at everyone out there having a grand time! There’s nothing to be disappointed about when there’s so many smiling faces,” he said, “In fact, shouldn’t you be out there enjoying yourself too?”
Getting Diavolo to try to go back to their previous discussion would be like taking Cerberus to the vet. So Lucifer played along, for now.
“I don’t believe I will, I have a perfect vantage point of my brothers from here.”
“Vantage-?”
Diavolo glanced out to where Lucifer was nodding. The rest of the six were all in perfect view with a slight turn of the head. He shouldn’t be surprised, Lucifer always had to make sure his brothers were on his best behavior. Well, Diavolo didn’t necessarily think that Lucifer had to per say, it was something he just did.
“So if it’s quite alright with you, I think I’m content on staying right here.”
For the first time that night, Diavolo felt himself relax and offer a genuine smile, “Of course.”
***
3
He knew it was late, but come on. Diavolo tapped the back of his D.D.D. restlessly as he listened to the line ring. Sure he could send a text, but he just wanted to hear someone else’s voice for a moment. Just a moment. Then he would be content.
He was about to hang up and redial again when a tired voice came up on the other end of the line.
“Diavolo? Do you have any idea what time it is?”
Part of him felt bad when he heard Lucifer yawn on the other end of the line, but his heart also leapt at the sound of his voice. Lucifer had a strange affect on him, and Diavolo was addicted to the sensation. It filled a void that rested deep within him, and he didn’t want that space to ever be vacant again.
“Ah, I apologize Lucifer. I just had something I wanted to tell you,” he stopped. Well, that phrase wasn’t completely a lie. He was sorry, but he didn’t have anything to say. “But it all seems to be slipping my mind right now.”
Silence flooded the other end of the line. A sigh entered his ear. “Diavolo- Send me a text when you remember then. You can always tell me to-”
“Wait.”
He could feel Lucifer hesitate. He could practically see the way his eyebrow raised, how his arms would fold if he wasn’t holding his D.D.D. He could feel the way he analyzed him, looking for the smallest bit of truth, the tiniest give away in his being. His words died at his lips, his normal forms of begging and pleading refused to come out.
He didn’t want to be alone.
Not right now.
Not ever.
“Please don’t go.”
His voice came out so small. It didn’t fit him. Normally his presence was powerful and captivating, but not he felt like the smallest breeze could blow him away. The ticking of his clock started to flood his mind, drawing out any other possible thought he could have had.
Time stretched out in odd ways Diavolo couldn’t comprehend, and there was only one thing that brought him back.
“Alright, alright. I’ll stay on the line, just don’t mind if you hear snoring. Now, what do you want to tell me?”
***
4
“Oh Lucifer! Look at this!”
Humans had such odd little things, but they were also incredibly dear. Who would have thought about making tiny clothes for animals? Adorable!
Diavolo held up a small yellow raincoat and pushed it into Lucifer’s face, “You should see if you can get a big one for Cerberus.
“Cerberus will be fine without,” yet his eyes lingered on the small outfit for a moment too long. A smile cracked at his lips, “I do believe I know a certain chihuahua it might fit though.”
Lucifer chuckled to himself as Diavolo continued to gaze at the little treasures that decorated the walls. “Oh they even have little rain boots! It’s a shame they don’t have anything bigger. Human dogs are just so tiny. And they don’t have nearly enough heads. They’re still just as lovable though.”
His hands moved to the bones and a frown spread across his face, “These are hardly fit for a dog.”
“On that front I agree with you. Not bloody enough.”
“Not big enough.”
“And they hardly look study.”
“It would barely function as a toothpick!”
“And no meat either.”
“It’s sad really.”
“Trully.”
The human world was different from the Devildom, very different. Diavolo could honestly say he’d never experienced something quite like it before. Everytime he thought he had it figured out something new popped out from around the corner. What made the entire thing even more wonderful was having someone to share it with.
He peered at Lucifer from the corner of his eye. Before he knew what was happening, the warmth of Lucifer's lower back was pressed against his hand. Lucifer stiffened ever so slightly. Then his muscles relieved themselves of their tension.
The Demon Prince had someone to share his experiences with.
***
5
This was an ethereal experience. It wasn’t something he could take lightly. This was a sign of trust. This was so much bigger than him, and Diavolo wasn’t about to take it lightly. Lucifer’s naked back was to him, his blackened wings stretched out before him. Diavolo felt as if he could see every breath the Morning Star took, every heartbeat drowned out the ticking of the clock.
“Are you sure?” Diavolo wanted to give him one last chance to back out. This was something sacred and intimate, something that he knew must have Lucifer on edge.
Lucifer’s head nodded ever so slightly, “Just remember what I told you.”
Diavolo swore he could feel his hands shaking, anxiety curled around his stomach like a serpent the closer he came to the majestic sight before him. Then the soft silky texture brushed against his finger tips. He couldn’t help but admire them as he ran his fingers along their gradient.
Lucifer trusted him with this.
Lucifer wanted him to do this.
He could have teared up in that moment, He promised himself that he would forever hold this specific moment close to his heart.
Of course Lucifer’s wings wouldn’t preen themselves. “Tell me if I do anything wrong.”
Perhaps he’d gotten too close to Lucifer’s ear, maybe his breath had been a little too hot, maybe he shouldn’t have gazed at Lucifer’s reddening cheeks as long as he did. But he wouldn’t change it for the world. His right hand man trusted him. A man as wonderful and beautiful and radiant and intelligent as Lucifer trusted him. Diavolo was allowed into his life.
The room was dark, quiet, and safe.
Diavolo never wanted to share anything this intimate with anyone else.
***
+1
The first thing Diavolo registered was how warm everything around him was and the fire softly crackling against the wall. Slowly his eyes peeled open and he sat up. After taking in his surroundings, he came to realize that he’d fallen asleep at his desk. Something quite unusual for him. He grabbed at the blanket around his shoulders as questions filled his brain.
“This is quite the role reversal isn’t it?”
Ah. Lucifer.
Diavolo hadn’t even noticed him.
A kiss was pressed against his cheek and a cup was set down onto the table. Spices immediately filled all of Diavolo’s senses flooding every corner of his head.
“Usually you’re the one doing things for me when I’ve been at my desk for too long, and now here we are.”
Diavolo brought the cup to his lips, enjoying the warmth against his skin, “It took so much for you to allow me to spoil you.”
“Not everyone in the world is as genuine as you Diavolo, and affection isn’t something I’ve been particularly used to.”
Lucifer’s hands soared over the desk as he started to organize various papers and documents. Honestly, at this point Lucifer was probably almost as skilled as Barbatos when it came to organizing Diavolo’s desk. Diavolo liked watching him work, it almost reminded him of a dance. Watching Lucifer was always a wonderful time, it was a treat. Perhaps domestic was the correct word.
“I believe you’ve told me before that there’s more comfortable places to relax than a desk.”
“Like plush chairs by the fireplace?”
“I do believe you mentioned those, yes,” Lucifer took his hand and helped him up, “Join me?”
Diavolo had gotten a taste of company all those years ago, and now he constantly lived in company. His old self would be envious of what he had now. As long as he had Lucifer he wouldn’t be lonely, he’d have warm nights and bright days. There would always be a reason to make a second cup of tea or to bring two plates to the study. His things would sit next to Lucifer’s, they could have long conversations or comforting silence, and the chair next to him would never be empty.
Finally Diavolo had someone to share his life with.
Wait asks being open means requests are open right??? If yes OH MY GOD IVE BEEN PRAYING FOR THIS DAY SINCE AGES
Could you pls pls pls pls do a dialuci fic except it's a royal au? Like dia and Luci are set to get married but Luci didn't want to until he saw Dia?? I know this isn't your primary ship but it would mean the WORLD to me (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡
Meeting His Prince
AO3
Ship: Diavolo/Lucifer
Word Count: 2008
Warnings: None
A/N: Hi Anon! First of all, thank you. When I finished up WBT, I was thinking about writing a royalty au, and this request acutally made me plot it out. I guess this will be a psuedo prequel to it? But I want Dialuci to be a ship in it. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this!
Lucifer had his clothing pressed and his crown polished. A crowned prince had to make a good impression being the shining jewel of the growing empire of Arcadia. Yet it wasn’t his clothing that worried his father. It was Lucifer’s expression.
To say he was happy was far from correct. Lucifer never gave much thought to marriage. Honestly, he’d be happy ruling Arcadia without anyone by his side. He’d spent much of his time caring for his siblings and learning how to rule over the kingdom, so an heir wasn’t an idea he was fond of. It was something he knew had been expected of him as well. Producing a strong line of future kings and queens to lead Arcadia had been in the stars for him according to his father.
Perhaps he had read the stars wrong.
The memory of Father bursting through the palace doors uttering curses under his breath. Apparently the prince had been rather persistent with his demands. His father wanted to make an alliance with this kingdom horribly so. Apparently the prince was rather effective in the way he ruled and was a skilled strategist. He would be a powerful addition to Arcadia, but he was stubborn once he’d made his decision. Strategist indeed if he could get the King of Arcadia to give into his demands. The anger in the king’s eyes when he told Lucifer that he had been chosen burned Lucifer’s very soul.
Lucifer knew where this anger was coming from, not that he cared all that much. He’d never really given too much thought to what his paternal figure wanted from him. Why start now?
His siblings had all had varying reactions: sighing about the ‘romance’ of the situation, poking fun at him, and in some cases offering sympathy. He just wanted to stay neutral about it. The end goal for him was to be a worthy future king of Arcadia, this was just a stepping stone he had to take to get there. Other issues surrounding this engagement could be figured out with time. He had time. He just needed to stay level headed.
He hadn’t noticed the clock ticking down to his wedding day, he hadn’t even realized that he’d never met his fiance despite the flood of letters that were sent his way once a month. It seemed odd. Lucifer wasn’t really sure how to react to the attention and aggressive affection. The entire situation felt more like a relationship with a paramour rather than an arranged marriage for the good of their kingdoms. For now, it was best to push it to the back of his mind and deal with it when the time came. There wasn’t any point in fighting anything lest he cause conflict that would certainly affect more people than just him.
Ah the life of being a royal.
Lovely wasn’t it?
The day of the foreign prince’s arrival, Lucifer spent hours pacing around the palace overlooking every tiny detail. Of course he could change his mind at any moment and Lucifer couldn’t have that happen. This was for the good of Arcadia. He glanced over the arrangement of food on the table one last time before letting out a sigh.
Composure was key.
He was the pride of Arcadia.
Nothing could break him.
Nothing could throw him off guard.
Nothing-
“Lucifer!”
Lucifer didn’t even have time to process the situation. Strong arms wrapped around him, suffocating him in a tight embrace. He struggled, gasping for air and attempting to escape from the steel grip capturing him. When he did manage some distance, his hair was a mess and his clothes were disheveled.
Golden eyes met his own, sparkling like gold coins reflecting the summer sun.
“You’re even more beautiful in person,” the other prince’s voice came out as a whisper, as firm hands gently cupped his face, “You’re as radiant as an angel-”
He was a puppy. A giant puppy.
“Oh how lucky I am to be married to such a gorgeous man.”
“We’re not married yet,“ Lucifer hoped he didn’t sputter as he pulled away. This was hardly the professional meeting he’d been expecting. This was their first time meeting before their wedlock, and Lucifer had been thrown off balance.
He could do professional.
He couldn’t do whatever… whatever this was.
“Well, we’ll be married soon.”
“Your Highness-”
“Diavolo.”
Lucifer stopped in his tracks. All he could do was stare at those big shiny eyes. “Excuse me?”
“Please call me by my name. I’d like to hear how perfect it sounds on your tongue,” Diavolo repeated.
Heat rose into Lucifer’s face and he hoped it didn’t show. Quickly, he turned away and started walking towards one end of the table. “In any case, you’ve had a long trip. Why don’t-”
No sooner had Lucifer sat than Diavolo swooped in to scoot a chair closer to him. This man really didn’t have any sense of personal space did he? This was unfamiliar territory. Lucifer expected him to sit on the opposite end, allowing him to keep some distance between them. That’s how people were to stay. At a nice, respectable distance to be observed and to exchange pleasantries, but no closer. Diavolo was a stranger, yet he refused to act like one.
“I want to know everything about you,” Diavolo sounded as if he was marvelling at a being from another word. It was an unsettling feeling, “You’re favorite music, what you like to do in your free time, everything about you.”
Lucifer scooted away ever so slightly. Diavolo followed.
“Why would you care about any of that?”
This was business.
“Because we’re getting married.”
That didn’t mean he had to know anything about Lucifer.
But Diavolo had a nice laugh. It was booming and made Lucifer’s lips twitch upward ever so slightly. Everything about him was warm. Warmth Lucifer had never known before.
He tried to touch his face once more, Lucifer turned away. It was instinct. Lucifer wasn’t accustomed to being touched.
“You act like no one’s ever acted like this with you before!”
“That’s because no one has,” his eye glanced toward Diavolo, “My family isn’t exactly touchy.”
More specifically his father. He didn’t like touchiness, he thought it would make them weak. Therefore, physical affection wasn’t common when their father was around, especially not with Lucifer. He was their crown prince. He needed to be strong and rule without anything in his way.
Diavolo’s demeanor changed, his shoulders fell, his eyes widened, and his mouth fell.
“Don’t apologize. It’s not anything worth pitying. It happened and there’s nothing that can be done to change it,” he sighed, leaning back in his chair, “It’s what he thought best for the future of Arcadia.”
You threw a wrench in his plans.
And for that, well, Lucifer couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied. After pushing him and his siblings to follow certain path all of their lives, it was nice to see something not go as planned for a change. Lucifer wouldn’t be having heirs, and that was fine by him. Any interruption counted as a victory for him, no matter how small.
“I am sorry,” Diavol’s voice was more even and calmer than it had been before, “For how I have been behaving though. It must have been startling to you. Please forgive me.”
Lucifer turned his head back towards him and quirked his eyebrow.
“My own father was very affectionate when I was young, I suppose I just miss it, and I’d like to share that with you, if you’ll allow me.”
Lucifer thought for a moment, allowing silence to permeate in the room. If asked, he’d say he did it to make Diavolo sweat, but in reality he was genuinely thinking it over. “I suppose, perhaps with time.”
The way he beamed made Lucifer’s heart skip a beat, “Then let’s get to dinner and start to know each other a little better, shall we?”
***
Enjoying the evening had not been on Lucifer’s list of things to do, but he wouldn’t complain.
“You like dogs? I could get you a dog as a wedding present.”
Lucifer laughed, “Father wouldn’t allow it. He’s not fond of animals.”
“Well he can’t stop me from getting a present that you would like. “
This man defying his father? Heavens help them. Perhaps Lucifer liked him a little more than he thought. It wasn’t something he was used to. He’d never had a relationship like this before. This was the first time he felt like he’d had a genuine conversation with someone outside of his family. For once, Lucifer felt a little relaxed.
Diavolo was genuinely interested in what Lucifer liked. He wrote down how Lucifer took his tea, wanted to listen to all of his favorite songs with him, and what he liked to do in his free time. He wanted to play chess with him and spend time with him in any way he could.
It made Lucifer’s feel warm and his chest lurch. He loved the smile that found its way onto his face and how Diavolo’s voice surrounded him. Perhaps he’d found a new favorite song.
He felt like he’d known Diavolo for ages.
He made it easier for Lucifer to breathe.
“Diavolo-”
Diavolo froze. His eyes went wide again, “You said my name.”
Lucifer didn’t get a chance to move before he was being lifted off the ground and spun in the air. Diavolo’s booming laugh surrounded them.
“Oh you said my name! And it was perfect! More than perfect!” he lowered Lucifer only to bring him into a kiss. Now it was Lucifer’s turn to freeze. His face quickly turned red as his eyes flew open. He stiffened, and tried to bring himself back. He’d never been kissed before. A crown prince had to be careful when it came to his image, and he’d had more important things to focus on than starting romances that would lead to nowhere. He’d always known he’d be married off to someone else, so he didn’t really see a point in seeking out others for romance.
Lucifer never thought about what it would be like to be kissed.
He wasn’t exactly sure about what to think now.
When Diavolo pulled away the terror seemed to set it. “Oh I’m sorry! I- I went too far-”
As he mumbled, Lucifer felt himself come back. It was when he realized how nervous the other prince was. He was energetic and was the opposite of Lucifer himself. Instead of going silent like Lucifer did, Diavolo seemed to ramble even more. With a chuckle and the shake of his head, Lucifer put his finger tips under Diavolo’s chin and brought his focus back to him.
Lucifer wasn’t one to be won over so easily, but there was something about this man that made him think their union wouldn’t be a bad one. Perhaps he could make his life a little more interesting.
If he could force his father into doing something that he didn’t want to do, like agreeing to the condition of Diavolo getting to marry his crown prince, Lucifer figured he would like him.
“I will have to kiss my husband eventually, you’re an awfully excitable man Diavolo. I think I quite enjoy that about you,” he smiled, before placing a gentler kiss onto his lips.
If Diavolo wanted to play the role of adoring husband Lucifer wouldn’t stop him. Maybe marriage wouldn’t be as bad as he thought. Perhaps he could rule Arcadia with another person effectively after all.
When they pulled away, Lucifer caressed his face, “I think I could see myself participating in acts of affection in private.”
He and Diavolo walked a little closer on the rest of their stroll, and he found himself leaning into his shoulder every now and again.
Perhaps he could get used to this.
Perhaps he would lead Arcadia into a new age, and be an even better ruler with Diavolo at his side.
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DiaLuci and a bunch of friendship in which Barbatos calls Lucifer in the middle of the night because the Young Master’s been cursed/infected by a rather brutal plant he accidentally got into. Barbatos gave Dia the cure but he’s going to be in a lot of pain for a few hours.
So Lucifer rushes to the Demon Lord castle. He hears his boyfriend screaming and immediately comforts him. Dia gives him the biggest sad puppy eyes while sweating and crying. Lucifer kisses him and promises him he won’t leave until he’s okay.
Lucifer wants to help Barbatos make medicinal teas and other healing things but every time they try to leave, Dia gives them the worst puppy eyes and starts crying. So Lucifer contacts his brothers for emergency help.
They all arrive. Lucifer stays by Diavolo’s side and tells him stories of the Celestial Realm and Levi’s latest anime craze. Mammon and Asmo almost set the kitchen on fire when they try to make medicinal tea, so Barbatos rushes to help.
Beel and Belphie put on a hand puppet show for Dia. Levi lets Dia play with his game as long as he can. Satan reads Dia his detective novels. Mammon goes and buys a whole bunch of medicinal stuff from the store. Barbatos and Asmo massage Diavolo’s shoulders.
Dia wakes up to find all of them sleeping at his bedside. Lucifer’s head is on his chest.
Mephisto rushes to the castle after nighttime meetings he couldn’t get away from. He finds Barbatos and the brothers sleeping at Diavolo’s bedside. And then of course there’s Lucifer.
Mephisto turns to leave, thinking he’s not needed. He failed his Lord Diavolo. But then-
Diavolo asks him to come back and tell him about his meetings. Barbatos wakes up and Mephisto ends up making breakfast for everyone with Barbatos’ help.
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Do you know of any Obey Me servers that are dedicated to shipping?
Unfortunately no, but I'm in many general servers that happen to have a shipping channel. I'm sure you can find some that have it or create your own. There may also be a suggestion box you may utilize to ask for one if one doesn't already exist. I don't generally join a random server either. It's always headed by event coordinators or a creator I respect because I can expect a reasonable level of vetting for it's members (usually comprised of fellow creators or like-minded people) and some level of organization.
The DiaLucidom, my personal kingdom, is not open to the public to preserve the dynamics between my citizens (close friends). If we become close, anon, and I evaluate positively whether you will get along with the extant members, then it's possible I may extend an invite then. For reasons, I am very protective of my cohort, so I would say to have 0 expectations and let it happen organically.
For now, you'll find me on my pages, reddit and in places you'll least expect. I also run fandom events (cough, dialuci week, cough) and join other fandom events. It takes a few for me to recognize new people unless you are a creator I recognize in the community or you really go out of your way to interact with me and my posts. I do a lot of networking myself so unfortunately the world becomes a little less distinct the more people I meet. I sometimes suffer from faceblindness especially if people's usernames change or people are very similar to each other (same name, same favs, same style of speaking and other indicators). This is true in real life too.
It’s so pleasant and quiet. It had been several months since Lucifer had felt so calm, nor had he slept in. Sighing with ease, the Avatar of Pride snuggles into the warm arms of his lover who is well awake.
Diavolo gave him the best gift ever for his birthday: two nights at the Castle, his little brothers and MC supervised by Barbatos, all the paperwork for the week has already been done and it’s the others who are taking care of the ball for the evening.
Lucifer has only two things to do: relax and enjoy the warm body of his Prince.
While the Avatar of Pride still seems to be deeply asleep, Diavolo softly offers him kisses on the head. To this tenderness, Lucifer smiles and opens his eyes gently. Diavolo’s arms and wings embrace him with love and protection; the heat that emanates from his body relaxes his muscles; the dragon’s breathing is slow and calm, inviting him to let himself be rocked on his muscular chest.
There could be a meteorite falling somewhere in the Devildom, Lucifer could never get up because of the comfort offered by his warm and gentle lover.
"Lucifer, did I wake you up?" asks Diavolo.
“No, it’s just habit... But I don’t plan to get up. I also forbid you from getting out of bed.”
"It reassures me, because I was going to keep you in my arms for a few more hours." murmurs the Prince and kissing his lover’s head stuck to his chest. "Happy birthday my love."
Diavolo leans in to kiss his lips and Lucifer softly answers. If only he could wake up every morning like this, it would be wonderful. But Lucifer knows that’s impossible for a lot of reasons.
"As a first gift, would you like a massage on the neck and shoulders?"
"Absolutely."
Lucifer closes his eyes and lets Diavolo touch his neck, pressing at certain painful points gently. Lucifer feels him makes small circular movements on his skin to relax his muscles, and Diavolo brings his fingers gradually down to his shoulders. Lucifer moans with pleasure and pain, surprising them. The Avatar’s face turns a red hue, embarrassed in front of his own lover. To avoid his honey eyes, Lucifer hides his face in Diavolo’s chest without a word.
"Lucifer..."
"Don’t say anything."
"Wouldn’t you like a real massage? At least for a few minutes, to relax?"
"I am relaxed."
"Lucifer, let me pamper you more... It’s your birthday, you deserve it."
Lucifer sighs but accepts Diavolo’s proposal. With his lover, he can show a few weaknesses; it is not a shame. Only with Diavolo can he be vulnerable, because Lucifer knows that he will not mock him, nor will he lose esteem. The Prince reached out to him when he was down, and he never gave up on him.
Diavolo moves to let Lucifer lie on his stomach, on the mattress. The Prince stands above him, admiring his neck, his back, his scar, his hips...
"Dia?"
"Sorry, I was distracted."
Unfortunately, he doesn’t have any massage oils in his room so it will be something simple. Diavolo settles over Lucifer, avoiding leaning too much on him, and he places his large hands on his shoulders. Gently, he presses on them. Lucifer completely lets himself be pushed around, never stopping the Prince once.
Diavolo initially focused on the back of his neck and shoulders, but he goes further down. He gently presses between the shoulder blades and Lucifer moans -again-, Diavolo kisses his neck to calm him. The action has the desired effect and Lucifer relaxes.
Diavolo doesn’t know why Lucifer is embarrassed by this kind of thing, even when they are just the two of them. But the Prince finds this adorable.
“Diavolo, could you take care of this area later?”
"As you wish. Would you like me to go lower or back to the shoulders?"
"The shoulders." he says, smiling with ease.
"Your wish is my command, my love."
Lucifer’s smile widens and Diavolo again places his hands on his shoulders. Since he has no oil, he avoids scrubbing his skin too much. Diavolo knows that the Avatar of Pride has delicate skin. He presses with his palms and fingers, crushing gently the tense muscles.
Lucifer loves it. That someone takes care of him, even when he struggles to admit he needs it.
Slowly, the Avatar begins to doze and the Prince does nothing to wake him up. However, Diavolo stops when he hears snoring slightly. Lucifer has fallen asleep.
Diavolo smiles and kisses his neck, wishing him a good nap. To accompany his lover, he lies down next to him, takes his hand and surrounds him with his wings. The Prince thought he had been too abrupt since Lucifer began to move, but the Avatar did not wake up and only changed places to stick to his lover. Diavolo takes him in his arms and helps to set him against his chest -again-, the warmth and breathing of the Prince soothing Lucifer.
Few know how clingy Lucifer can be when he sleeps. The dragon’s pupils dilate, admiring the calm and relaxed face of his lover stuck to his chest once more. It’s his instinct to observe and protect his treasure, to keep him close to him and cherish him. Lucifer, the Morning Star and the Avatar of Pride.
He is the most beautiful treasure of the Three Realms.
I wanted to write a little fic for Lucifer’s birthday and pridemonth ! <3 I’m trying to recover from the month of May, which was very difficult. June is starting rather well, so I hope to be on the right track!
I wanted to write something longer, but it will be for another time. Happy birthday Lucifer!
Let’s spare a thought for Barbatos, who must be a babysitter of 6 irresponsible demons and MC lol (seeing this future, maybe that’s why Barbatos is stepping on him in Sinner's Choice lolol)
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/suggestive hehe/
Lucifer: *is embarrassed that Diavolo would hear him squeaking when he massages him* you didn’t hear anything.
Diavolo: Lucifer, we’ve been together for centuries and I spent all night taking care of you intimately. Your moans are the most beautiful music I have ever heard.
Lucifer: *completely red* Dia!
Diavolo: *smiles* you are so adorable when you act like this. I love you.
slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers (I like both tbh) // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au (depends on the origianl genre) // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff (gen content is actually my fav) // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au (again tho, depends on original genre) // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
slowburn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers (insert both is good meme here) // there's only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt/comfort or amnesia (insert both is good meme here) // fantasy au or modern au (🔁 if one then the other) // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff (insert both is good meme here) // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic (please no) or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high-school romance or middle-age romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbors or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au (🔁 and insert both is good meme here) // body swap or genderbent // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane
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Theory: Lucifer was a jerk when he first fell and Barbatos could not stand his behaviour toward Diavolo so decided to take him down. Diavolo doesn't actually mind. He enjoys demon Lucifer's behaviour and hopes he settles in easily.
As I have learned this is what the humans call Pride month, a time to celebrate their sexuality, I think it's as appropriate time as any to answer this question!
However, the "no switch" comment does puzzle me. I do understand the context of the terms top and bottom, but do humans truly only partake one way or the other? Perhaps it is the long-lived nature of demons in comparison, but I couldn't imagine only ever enjoying sex in one form or the other!
There are so many ways to pleasure your partner or to receive pleasure yourself. Why limit yourself to one or the other?
Although, to honor the spirit of the question, if I did have to pick a preferred method, I am quite fond of the times in which Lucifer takes charge. I, ah... sometimes like to act particularly... well, bratty? Needy, I suppose, or needle him until he decides he's had enough and does something about it.
Of course, sometimes this backfires, and he decides to simply deprive me of attention instead out of spite. It's a delicate balance, but certainly a knife's edge that I do love walking.
