#yells!!!!

i literally hadn’t written anything ns/fw yet what the fuck

        it’d really been a perfect evening, and chloe was happy to bask in the warm aftermath of great food and expensive wine, waiting for the meal to settle before they inevitably retired to lucifer’s bed until morning. in all honesty, she felt a little bit spoiled by this man, and his cooking, and the absolutely mesmerizing view of l.a. from the penthouse balcony that’d drawn her to stand at the railing, admiring the lights. 

        but chloe’d learned to let herself be spoiled a bit when staying at lucifer’s place—she even enjoyed it a little, which she never would have been able to do before they met, back when she was too focused on doing everything for everyone else that she forgot to do anything for herself. now it was like her altruism had met his hedonism and created something better for both of them to thrive. together. 

        when lucifer appeared at her side, chloe thought maybe he’d come to complain she wasn’t paying enough attention to him. she’d been distracted by the city below for five whole minutes, after all. she turned with an indulgent smile, though her brow soon furrowed as he dropped to his knee, her head tilting slightly to the side at the use of her full name. she wasn’t at ALL prepared for the question he asked. in fact, it took her a few seconds of wide-eyed blinking to fully register the words in the order he’d said them. 

       “oh, wow.” chloe exhaled, offering a bewildered smile as her expression softened, melting from initial surprise to glowing fondness. “lucifer—” she passed a hand over her face and laughed softly, a brief and airy sound. “sorry, i just really wasn’t expecting this tonight, or… um, ever, y’know? i mean—come here.” she took lucifer’s hands in hers, the ring box still tucked safely inside, and drew him up to stand with her. 

        after a moment, chloe reached for lucifer’s face, his rough stubbled cheeks cupped between her palms. “ask me one more time,” she said. “please.” her voice had gone so soft, the wind might’ve stolen it away if they weren’t standing so close together. this time she was ready, watching lucifer’s eyes intently, looking for something she couldn’t describe but knew in her gut she’d recognize when she saw it. chloe decker’s hunches had yet to lead her wrong, and this was the strongest she’d ever had. 

       and whatever it was, she found it. “yeah, i will.” chloe broke into a tearful smile, bright enough to outshine the cityscape behind her, and nodded. “yes, lucifer. just—yes.” before lucifer could react, chloe rocked up onto her toes with a flurry of interrupting kisses. she murmured the word—yes, yes, yes—again and again in the breathless space between them, until it stopped sounding REAL, and she was sure he’d gotten the message anyway. 

❝     are                       are you okay?      ❞       in any other circumstances,   perhaps hans would’ve felt ashamed.   no,   not ashamed,   definitely    -    but embarrassed,   more like.     but the fact remains:    he had cushioned most of her fall.   and,    well,    if it would keep somebody from harm,   then he was glad that he felt so tragically against the floor.   not that he wasn’t used to the pain.