Five Stages of Falling in Love with the Demon Prince
Pairing: Lucifer/Diavolo
Content warning: Slight internalized homophobia, fear of coming out, depression, anger (five stances of grief, obviously)
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His name is Lucifer Morningstar.
Past pride and joy of the Heavens.
And he was NOT in love with Diavolo, prince of Devildom.
Lucifer had not noticed his feelings at first. In fact it wasn’t until Asmodues asked him a single question did the doors of love open in his mind.
“So, I wanna ask you something, just between you and me okay?” Asmodeus was leaning over the counter in the kitchen.
Lucifer was on the other side, cutting up vegetables for supper. He hummed in response, asking for him to continue.
“Do you fee anything at all for Diavolo? Like you just seem like you do. Sorry if I’m overstepping but it’s kinda obvious.”
Lucifer paused his movements and began thinking about the question.
Did he like Diavolo? Was there even just a little bit of feeling?
No, no way. He couldn’t love Diavolo. They just worked together and were close friends. There was no way there was anything more than platonic feeling for the prince in his body.
“No, I have no idea where you would have gotten that idea from,” Lucifer had responded and continued to cut up vegetables.
“Whatever you say,” Asmo said before walking out of the kitchen.
That night the question had kept Lucifer awake.
But why did he feel like there was just a little bit of love?
But the butterflies whenever Diavolo smiled or laughed in front of him were undeniable.
No he’s just sick, yeah that’s it. He’s sick and doesn’t feel well. Tomorrow when he visits Diavolo there will be no butterflies in his stomach. He just needs to sleep it off.
Well he in fact wasn’t sick. He had woken up feeling oddly refreshed and after breakfast had taken a nice walk over to the castle to drop off some paperwork.
“Barbatos? Am I sick at all?”
The butler chuckled at the question, as if knowing exactly what was going on.
“No, Lucifer. You are completely healthy, except for maybe the insane amount of coffee you drank this morning.”
“Oh.” Lucifer felt a little embarrassed, but also relieved. Hopefully his stomach wouldn’t be doing backflips when Diavolo greeted him.
As soon as Barbatos had opened the door to Diavolo’s office the prince was already looking up at them from his paperwork on the desk.
NO, NO IT WASN’T LUCIFER.
His stomach started to feel the way it always did when Diavolo looked at him and he felt his face heat up slightly. He was able to remain composed and the normal exchange had happened. Diavolo would ask Lucifer about his day and Lucifer would respond, feeling incredibly comfortable around Diavolo. Lucifer would hand over the finished paperwork and Barbatos would bring in the tea he had made. The two usually sat in silence during tea time but sometimes Diavolo would babble on about somethings and Lucifer felt incredibly content listening to him. Then when they both finished Lucifer would take the new paperwork and take his leave.
Barbatos chuckled lightly as the doors to the prince's office shut.
“Nothing, you are just incredibly oblivious. Take down that prideful facade for a bit and think about how you feel.”
When he left the castle he felt his face heat up as he walked home.
Maybe he was in love with Diavolo.
That night he thought about it even more.
He was in love with the demon prince.
But he hadn’t yet come to terms with it yet.
“Why?” he whisper shouted to himself as he laid on his bed.
“He is the prince of Devildom. He will never want you. This is so stupid. He needs a queen. A queen that will be a great ruler. Not his right hand man, Lucifer!”
He had been yelling at himself for a while and he felt tears start to form.
That morning he was in a terrible mood and everyone in the house could tell.
“Diavolo probably did something Lucifer didn’t agree with.”
It took everything in Lucifer not to strangle his brothers.
“We were never together, that’s not what this is about. This,” he pointed to himself, “has nothing to do with Diavolo.”
Asmodeus studied Lucifer, hard. He could see right through the act. That was the whole reason for his question, to start a domino effect. He smirked a little.
“Leave him alone you guys, he doesn’t want to talk about it.”
Lucifer studied the 5th brother, but decided to ignore him. He was helping the situation.
That week he didn’t go to the castle at all. He was too angry at himself and to punish himself he refused to let him see Diavolo until the stupid crush passed through him.
His brothers didn’t seem to notice, except Asmodeus.
There was a small knock at his door as Lucifer sat, angrily filling out paperwork.
A mop of strawberry blond hair poked in.
“Can I talk to you about something?”
“You know, don't you?” Lucifer sighed.
Asmo giggled and nodded as he fully walked in.
“Don’t worry it’s just me that knows.”
“I hate it, Asmo, I hate myself for thinking like this.”
Asmo had now walked up next to Lucifer as the eldest held his face in his hands.
“It’s okay to feel the way you do. You may not be able to change how you feel, and that’s okay. Thinking about it like this will make things so much worse.”
Lucifer sighed and felt the angry tears coming again.
“Sorry, but could you give me some time?”
Lucifer had made sure Asmo couldn’t see his face.
The list demon hummed a response and gave Lucifer a small hug before walking out.
He shouldn’t be feeling like this.
Why was he feeling like this?
Barbatos had stopped by the House of Lamentation to pick up and drop off paperwork. It had been two weeks since Lucifer had stopped by the castle.
Lucifer immediately allowed Barbatos into his office, thinking it was Asmo.
“I’m here to pick up your finished paperwork. And drop these off.” He showed a stack of papers in his hand.
Lucifer nodded absentmindedly.
“May I ask why you haven’t been stopping by?”
Barbatos’s smile a little and nodded.
Barbatos was shocked with the question.
“I mean, you can do so much, so can’t you just…make the feeling disappear?”
“I know it sounds stupid, but it eating me up. I can’t live like this anymore. It started small but as I’ve locked myself away from him it’s gotten worse. I’m begging you, please do something.”
“I’m afraid there is nothing I can do, but Diavolo has never noticed. In fact he is pretty upset you haven’t been showing up. If you can keep yourself composed he won’t notice anything. I hope that makes you feel a little better.” He placed the small stack of papers on his desk. “I’ll be off then.”
Lucifer held his head in his hands, sighing. He almost thought of praying. But he quickly shook it off remembering he could die.
He was half tempted to just disappear. But his brothers kept him grounded.
He laid in bed with tears falling automatically. He didn’t notice he was crying at first, it just started. The thoughts then started to flood into his mind as he realized how bad this crush was.
What if Diavolo wasn’t gay?
Then he remembered he had a relationship with Mephisto before.
But what if he doesn’t like him back?
He would never be good enough for him. No one would like a man ruling beside the Demon King. How would he get heirs to the throne?
What if he really didn’t like Lucifer? What would happen?
What would his brothers do?
Do his brothers even know he leans that way?
Would they still love him?
They didn’t even know about his relationship with Micheal. How would they react?
He then thought of Lilith. The only one to know anything about Michael and Lucifer. The only one that Lucifer knew fully accepted him. And she was gone.
He closed his eyes, trying to breathe.
Would Diavolo kick him and his brothers out if he didn’t like him?
He could picture it clearly in his mind.
“Lucifer, what are you talking about? Why would I ever love someone like you?”
The look on Diavolo’s face was pure disgust.
“The fact that you would ever even think those things about me, is horrendous.”
Diavolo’s presence was now suffocating Lucifer. He could barely breathe.
He began yelling terrible things at Lucifer’s face. He called him multiple slurs and even smacked him.
“I never want to see you or ANY of your brothers again. Do you understand?”
Lucifer slowly nodded before he shot up in his bed.
He then watched as tears fell from his face again.
His chest hurt. His throat hurt. His face hurt. His mind hurt. His pride was hurt. Everything was hurt.
For the next few weeks Lucifer never left his room. Asmo would stop by every now and then to give him food and water. He tried to make Lucifer feel better but nothing worked.
Lucifer had the same nightmare every night. Same routine. He never spoke a word when Barbatos or Asmodeus stopped by. He just laid there and ate only a bite or two of his food. Asmodeus had told him that none of the other brothers would step foot in his room unless he asked for them. Lucifer just nodded eyes empty.
He was in love with the demon prince and it was killing him slowly.
Barbatos had stopped by to drop off and pick up paperwork.
“It’s been over a month. These papers are not going to do themselves.”
The pride avatar did nothing. He made no move to get up from under his covers. The only noise was soft sniffling coming from him.
“Listen, you better go clean up and get started on this paperwork. Diavolo is already upset as it is that he hasn’t seen you for the past few months.”
He walked over and grabbed Lucifer's blanket, ripping it off of him. Lucifer groaned and balled up.
“Get up.” Barbatos’s tone had changed. “Is this how the Avatar of Pride is supposed to act? Is this Lucifer Morningstar, the Avatar of Pride I’m looking at? Because to me it looks like a sorry excuse for a man.”
Lucifer sighed and sat up.
“I’ll be back in two hours, you better be showered, looking presentable and doing your paperwork. Or else.”
He watched Barbatos with empty eyes as the butler walked out of the room. He had been showering, but he never had cleaned himself to look presentable in the two months he’s been locked in his room. He walked over to the bathroom in his room and showered. Afterwards he finally stopped to look at himself in the mirror.
His hair had grown a bit longer and he had very prominent eye bags. He also had a little bit of stubble growing. He shaved his face and styled his hair in the way he usually did. But then realized his hair was too long, so he cut it. He walked out of the bathroom, content with himself.
He walked over to his closet, completely oblivious of the extra presence in his room. He had put some clothes on and walked over to the mirror to look at himself. He smiled as he looked at the outfit up and down. It had been too long since he had dressed up.
That was when he saw an extra pair of eyes staring back at him. Golden colored. Lucifer felt his face heat up in embarrassment. The face the eyes belonged to smiled and Lucifer’s stomach began performing a gymnast routine.
He had turned around to make full eye contact with the prince. He was sprawled out on Lucifer’s bed. He was laying on his stomach and held his head up in his hands.
Diavolo’s voice brought warmth Lucifer forgot about. If he was even just the slightest bit more tired he would’ve fallen to his knees and lost it there.
“Look, I’m sorry I haven’t been able to come I’ve been-.”
Lucifer’s voice had sounded broken and it hurt Diavolo to hear him like that.
He stood up and walked over to Lucifer.
“Don’t lie, I know when you do.”
He reached up to caress Lucifer’s face. He allowed Lucifer to back away if he wanted.
“Barbatos told me everything.”
Lucifer avoided eye contact with the man in front of him.
Oh how pathetic Lucifer looked. There was no way that Diavolo would like him after this. He closed his eyes and felt tears prick his eyes.
“I look so dumb right now and I understand why you don’t like me-“
Lucifer opened his eyes at the nickname.
“I never said I didn’t like you.”
Lucifer made eye contact with Diavolo again.
Diavolo flashed a bright smile.
“Only since the first time I laid eyes on you!” Diavolo chuckled
Lucifer felt a small smile creep onto his face when Diavolo placed his other hand on the other side of his face.
Lucifer started to laugh.
The whole time he thought he would disgust the prince with who he was when he felt the same way the whole time.
“What? Did I do something wrong?”
Diavolo had nothing but worry and concern on his face.
This made Lucifer laugh even more.
“No, it’s just…I thought you didn’t like me. And I convinced myself you never would.”
He finally went for it and wrapped his arms tightly around Diavolo’s neck, hugging him as if this was the last time he’d ever do it.
His grin grew even wider when he felt Diavolo squeeze him back.
Diavolo pulled away a bit but the two were still wrapped up.
Lucifer chuckled and it made Diavolo's heart swell.
Diavolo was quick to connect his lips with the raven haired man in front of him. The kiss was soft but full of feeling, so full that they pulled away after what felt like hours when it was only about thirty seconds.
“I’ve waited so long for that.”
Diavolo picked Lucifer up and spun around.
Lucifer was now a giggling mess and Diavolo watched with awe. He never in his life though that he would ever see Lucifer acting like this.
“Sorry I’m acting so weird, I’m just…relieved, and really tired.”
He giggled again, pulling Diavolo in another hug. Diavolo hummed in response and held Lucifer for what felt like at least an hour.
“Tired you say?” Diavolo sighed.
He placed his head on the fallen angel's shoulder. Lucifer hummed in agreement.
“How about we?” He grabbed Lucifer’s hand and brought it to his lips. “Lay down and relax with each other, hm?”
Lucifer sunk farther into Diavolo’s embrace. The prince took that as a yes and picked him up, carrying him to the large bed. He placed Lucifer down and immediately was brought down by Lucifer’s arms.
“Hold on,” Diavolo chuckled.
He took off the coat he forgot he had on and slipped off his belt and shoes. He quickly felt the arms around his neck again and pulled him down again.
“You are being uncharacteristically clingy.”
The prince was quick to snuggle up next to Lucifer, engulfing him in his arms. He felt the pride demon melt into him. He covered the pair up in the duvet and felt himself cuddle an impossible amount closer to Lucifer. He ran a hand through the raven locks loving the way he immediately relaxed at his touch.
“Sleep,” he whispered, kissing the top of Lucifer’s head.
Lucifer immediately listened and fell quickly into unconsciousness to the sound of Diavolo’s heartbeat.
Lucifer woke up to the warmth. More warmth than usual.
He also noticed his face was buried into a chest.
Who’s? He was still unaware.
Then he took a deep inhale, recognizing the cologne.
He looked up at the sleeping prince. He looked so peaceful. Then everything flooded back. He hit his head against the chest again.
And Diavolo didn’t shut him out.
In fact he was sleeping with him!
He grinned, feeling like an idiot.
“Good morning, my light.”
He felt Diavolo stir next to him.
“Good morning,” he croaked back.
He nodded as he felt hands card through his hair.
The two sat, wrapped in one another, in comfortable silence.
“So, um.” Lucifer leaned back a bit to see the prince. “What are we now?”
“Whatever you want us to be.”
Diavolo leaned down and pressed a kiss against his lips.
His name was Lucifer Morningstar.
Past pride and joy of the Heavens.
And he was in love with Diavolo, prince of Devildom.
And Diavolo was in love with him.
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