This was written for a Birthday bash on Tumblr for non other than the amazing bangtasticbobby HAPPY BIRTHDAY I hope you have an amazing day

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It was an odd thing when memory and rumor mixed, when the rumor defies everything you remember but what you remember becomes distorted just enough that with time, you start to believe it, you think that maybe it was you that wanted to see the good in the situation, that it was you who had almost fallen down the rabid hole and that you were saved by the ones who had unwillingly distorted your thoughts in the first place.

As you were walking down this road, tormented by what you thought you believed, guilt weighing you down with each step as you thought you were betraying your family, your father by even entertaining this thought, this notion but you were nothing if not curious, hopeful. It was how you were made, or was it your flaw, you could not tell as you walked down the halls of hell.

You had expected to have seen more resistance, or at least more bodies, and though the screams echoed in the background, the absence of movement set you on edge. Every move reverberated back to you as your vessel's feet made contact with the ground, moving you swiftly to what most likely was your own undoing.

It had been eons since the fall and now years since you had heard of his release and even that you were certain Michael had been holding that information from you for as long as he could, protection one could dress it as but nonetheless, it didn't add up. Why now, after everything. He wanted something, something sinister. Michael had warned you of this very moment, of what he had became, warned you to stay away years ago and you did but now, when he called, you just had to know for sure, had to see it for yourself. Had to find out the reason from the source, see if its true and watch all hope you had disappear from his eyes.

Entering the room that held him, the scene had took away your breath . You hadn't been prepared for this as you had thought. Every emotion buried deep forced itself to the top as you looked into those eyes, even with this vessel he was still the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes upon. He still stole your breath in the silence, still held you frozen and fascinated. He was still him, at least by all physical means. I was almost like time hadn't even passed but you knew it to be true even if you would've wished it differently.

He held that smug smirk that brought you to your knees every time, lounging on the throne of hell with little care as he took you in, uncaring and unashamed as his eyes traveled to every curve and even though the act held some part of who he had been, the manner in which he did, indicated a shift in his being which had you shifting uncomfortably in the spot you stood.

 He knew you'd come, even with all that had transpired, you wouldn't resist but he too had not been properly prepared seeing you again though he'd never let you know. His heart beat a little faster as his eyes took you in, the only being that could have him voluntarily at his knees and you didn't even know, you could never really see it and a part of him found it endearing, your naivety, innocence.

"(Y/n)." He spoke, the word alone waking every atom in your body as his voice washed over you after eons, after the last time you heard it, it was screamed at you in such agony that you thought your own body would tear at the seams at the conflict you had felt within. "What brings an angel like you to a place like this."

He twirled his thumbs, the smirk deepening. He had thought it was funny but the reference had been missed completely by you, but perhaps it had been for the best. 

"You called me." You frowned, for a moment wondering if you had it all wrong but came to the same conclusion, it had indeed been him, no doubt about it. He had called and you had came. 

"Indeed." Lucifer sighed, silence momentarily cloaking you both as you noticed for the first time, the details that go beyond him. It was dark and seemed unkempt, all an illusion that one so easily missed the intricacies layer on each wall, each piece of furniture in the room, it told stories not only of the things it depicted but of Lucifer as well.

"Why did you." You asked softly, your eyes falling on him again, questioning.

"Why wouldn't I?" He shot back, not quite ready to tell you why he did what he did, not before he knew for certain you would not betray him like the others had. If you had been anyone else, he wouldn't have bothered, perhaps even killed for sport but you weren't just anyone else, you held his fascination and the last of his hope and compassion. You were the last thread he held onto from his previous being, the thing that had kept his mind intact within the cage but he couldn't tell you that, even if you were on his side.You couldn't know the power you held over him, not after everything was ripped away from him once before. 

"It's been years." You stated dryly, moving around the room to see the carvings in the walls better. You rubbed your arm nervously as you were acutely aware of his eyes on you, analyzing your every move as you had done to him but furthermore, this room was an extension of him and what he had became and you were drawn to it, you needed to know. Craved it even, in all your being you wished to not be on opposite sides of the chessboard and if there was still hope of peace you would take it. You needed a sign that he was still the angel you remembered, the good parts you remembered.

"Why now." You asked, turning to find he had followed you to where you had walked, a little too close for comfort knowing what he was capable of and not having the certainty you used to have that he wouldn't use it on you  and furthermore, he had managed to move without you noticing, catching you off guard.

"Would you have come if I asked you the moment I got out." Lucifer asked, his smirk falling as he looked down at you, hand coming to rest against your cheek. The act was almost vulnerable as he looked down at you, it had been so log and you seemingly remained the same except for the fact that you thought he was capable of harming you which he doubted he even had the capacity to but perhaps it was for the best, you would not betray him that easily. "Would Michael have let you out of his sight."

You could hear the bitterness in his voice as he spoke the last few words and could feel the chill seeping into your skin from his but just as his words could bring you to your knees, his touch crippled you. You knew this was the moment, you should break the contact and be the angel you were bred to be. Strong, a warrior but you could not, he had a hold over you, one that you didn't want to break. Instead you leaned into the touch while your body screamed of your betrayal but at the same time ached with a longing you had buried deep within you all this time.

"This is wrong." You finally spoke, the words clawing at your skin. You could just imagine his reaction from your words but you had to do something. "You fell and-"

"I know what I did." Lucifer spoke, his voice clear and ultimate as he interrupted . "I would not see it come to pass what father had planned. I would not let you-" Lucifer clenched his jaw and took a breath, claiming a softer tone. "I would not bow down to those inferior creatures. That is what's wrong."

Lucifer retracted, hand running through his hair as he sighed, turning away from you. "But never mind that." He said softly, turning back to face you." It's not why I called you here."

"Why did you call me here?" You asked, voice slightly breaking away the further you ventured into the sentence, apprehension starting to settle but you couldn't exactly pin point the reason, you had an idea that he wouldn't actually hurt you, not really. 

"I wanted to see you." He stated simply. "Curiosity perhaps, I thought you'd be more... opposed. I expected you to be." A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips but he refused to commit to it. "You're mostly the same as I remember. Beautiful, kind.. you're not pushing me away."He admitted.

You looked at him for a moment, no words would come to you. What could you say in any way, that he held you higher than he should, that you could've done more but were scared, that you weren't the same naive angel he remembered. He was seeing what he wanted to see or did he always see what you were and not what you were told to be. 

"Luce.." the word hung in the air, nothing would follow and suddenly you needed to tell him you were sorry, all the years locked down in that cage and you were at Michael's side as a glorified ornament. A symbol that Lucifer had indeed fallen, that those closest to him had abandoned him and he could not be saved.

"Just tell me it doesn't feel like it used to, tell me your feelings have changed and we can go our separate ways, you can have your apocalypse, Michael can have his fight. I won't oppose."

"Lucifer, things changed, we changed. " You stated softly, watching as the broken expression cloaked his features and you wished you'd rather just tell him that you still cared instead of using these words. "But I'd be lying if I said the things I feel for you were negative, I don't think the could ever be. You know what we are to each other, perhaps it was a mistake on father's part but I will always come when you call. You should know that."

A spark lit behind Lucifer's eyes as the words spilled from your lips taking a step forward, his hand trailing over your cheek once again. His eyes followed the lines of your face, studying just to make sure you were as he remembered, when he was satisfied with the conclusion his head slowly dipped to yours, placing a soft kiss to your lips. It was slow and his hand hung loosely on your cheek, ample opportunity for you to pull away but you didn't, you wouldn't, couldn't.

His touch was chilling and it was bruising at the same time, intoxicating with no cure. You had craved it, imagined it but it seemed with time your mind had reduced it, but now with him in your grasp with his lips starting to move against yours it was coming at you full force and your hands fisted in the front of his shirt, holding him close to you, never wanting to let go of him again. You had lost him once and that was one too many. 

His hands rested on your hips, pulling you flush against him as your arms hooked around his neck automatically, as one you were so used to being. You moved against each other, oblivious to the world outside as your movements became more desperate, hungry. Holding onto each other, knowing each moment was fleeting and you were both betraying something while saving the thing you had lost long ago. 

His hand slowly trailed up your back, sinking into the feathers of your wings close to the base, he chuckled softly as you gasped, back arching involuntarily into him. You were torn between wanting to scold him for the surprise or beg him unashamedly for more, anything to give you that rush, to feel what you could only remember in your dreams, his touch.

His lips curled into a smirk as his head dipped down to the hollow of your neck, no doubt feeling the movement as you swallowed hard in anticipation. he trailed his lips to the crook of your neck and bit down softly. "Tun around." He ordered, letting you know he wasn't planning on depriving you of what you seeked.

You did as he asked, biting your lip as you spread out your wings, fingers curling around the back of the throne as you braced yourself. It hadn't been the reconciliation you had expected, not even the fight you had expected but he always did have a way of burning your expectations. It was almost haunting how his touch was crippling, anything he would ask you would give, his words made you eager to please and having him in your immediate surroundings made you feel always content, a tranquil haze that no one else could supply and it wasn't like you hadn't tried moving on from the feelings he awoke, from the fire he stoked but once you stood in the fire, everything else felt like a lowly breeze compared to the sun. 

He gently removed your shirt, his hands travelling over your lower back, barely touching until they reach where your wings attached to your back and he stopped, moving further away from the base he trailed his fingers softly over the bone and you bit into your lower lip, eyes closing momentarily as his fingers dug between the feathers, occasionally tugging as they moved closer to the base. You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood but still it couldn't stop your moaning from reaching his ears and neither could it stop your body from quivering under his touch.

He then pressed his body against yours, placing a soft kiss to the back of your neck before tugging at your earlobe. "(Y/n)"he purred, hands reching deeper into the feathers and tugging harshly eliciting a cry. "You know I don't approve of that, I want to your tose beautiful sounds you make. "

You clenched your eyes shut as your let go of your lip at his request, moans spilling out uncontrollably, knuckles turning white from the bruising grip you had on the throne. "Luce, i- I can't." You managed to get out between the gasps, feeling your body falling apart under his touch. 

Had you turned around you would have seen the smirk spill over his lips. "Shh.." Lucifer murmured softly, releasing one hand from your wings to slip it into the front of your pants. "Let me take care of you, (Y/n)."

His fingers slipped through your folds, murmuring about how wet you were for him as his hips rocked against your rhythmically, taking his time to reacquaint himself with your body, he barely had inserted a second finger, pumping into you deliciously, before you came over his fingers with a cry.

"That's it." Lucifer praised, placing a chaste kiss to your shoulder. "That's a good girl."

He pulled his fingers from you, licking his digits clean and you were thankful for his hand still on you, unsure if you wouldn't crumple into a puddle after centuries of deprivation from him.

***He turned you around, placing a kiss on your lips that was all teeth and tongue. You could taste yourself on him but you didn't mind, hands hooking at the back of his neck once again and pulling yourself closer to him. You already craved more, you wanted more and you wanted him to give it to you. You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry out his name. You wanted to stop wondering what if you fell with him. You wanted to feel him presses up against your bare skin, wanted to hear him cry out your name and you wanted to see him smile again, wanted to see him happy, you're wanted your Lucifer back even if it was in this moment, away from everyone. You wanted to kiss him until he forgot the horror of the cage, hold him until he remembered what it was to love unapologetically. You just wanted him back.

Your hands trailed over his chest, one reaching behind his back to run your fingers through his own feathers but he abruptly pulled away, your wrist firmly in his grip. "Don't do something you can't take back, (Y/n)." The tone of his voice was warning but more than that he wanted to push, make sure you knew what you were deciding by going forth, there was no turning back after this point, after the affirmation that came with the decision, not just for you and him but it changed things for everyone. The angels, the demons, the humans. Everyone was effected and was this a selfish decision that you had made, a rash decision. 

You swallowed as you looked into those crimson eyes as they broke through the veil of the vessel, for a moment it became clear how much you missed them, this simple thing. His eyes, it became clear how much of it you had been pushing down, avoiding the feeling that came with thoughts of him. He was everything you wanted, craved. 

"This isn't the thing I'd regret." You stated, pulling your hand from his grasp to tug at one of his wings. Lucifer groaned, his hold tightening on you as you noticed his jaw clenched. Just as you, he had been deprived and for eons trapped in that cage, you were the only thing he thought about after the initial rage simmered and he was left to wonder what if he had been wrong, but at least you hadn't served the same fate as him, you were safe. 

"Are you sure about that?" He asked looking down at you. You bit your lip , knowing that he was tethering on the edge of control, that any moment it could all shatter and you could experience what your body and soul has been lacking, a simple act to let the fire within you rage and start spilling over, a moments notice from having him expertly play with you until you snapped, contently in his grip. 

"Yes." You spoke your final consent, watching the grin spread over his lips before he crashed them upon your own, lifting you up effortlessly by the thighs and walking a few paces before effectively throwing you on a bed. Your body bounced slightly as you made contact, a gasp leaving your lips. You noticed you weren't in the throne room anymore though the decor was mostly the same, spare for the bed you now laid upon.

Lucifer swiftly removed his shirt before climbing up your body, caging you between his arms. "Never thought I'd see you again." He murmured, placing open mouthed kisses to your collar bone and neck. "Much less like this." He kiss his way down your body, hands squeezing your breast as he moved past them, until he reached the hem of your pants. His fingers hooked around the waistband and pulled both the pants and your underwear off in one swift move.

You blushed as he look down at you, licking his lips as he thought of all the things he could do to you, which ones will make you scream and which would drive you incoherent and speechless. He was nothing if not calculated.

He made eye contact with you, his eyes sparkling as a smile spread on his lips, his head bending down , his eyes never breaking from your as he licked one long stripe through your folds with his forked tongue. Your body jerked at first contact, his touch cold against your flushed skin. He held you down by your hips as he started his assault, tongue circling your clit and then entering you as much as he could and back to you clit again. It wasn't enough to cause an orgasm but it was enough to drive you insane. It was so close to what you wanted, needed, you could already taste it but he wouldn't relent just yet, he liked to see you writhe and eons of absence had enlarged his appetite it seemed.

Your hand weaved through his hair, fisting the locks as you pleaded with him with the only words that would enter your mind. Lucifer. You had sent the prayer to him unbeknownst, sharing the same wavelength, both minds connected as one as he heard the thing he had been craving for so long, your voice in his head. Feeling your grace as you spoke to him, it soothing over him. 

Lucifer pulled away slightly, replacing his tongue with his fingers, pumping them into you in a rapid pace. for a moment he watched you reacting to his touch, never had he thought he could miss something as much as he had missed seeing you, hearing you and t was as if having you had intensified the pain your absence had brought. 

"You want to come for me?" He asked, thumb circling your clit and you came undone, back arching off the bed as a cry of his name reverberated from the walls. His fingers still slowly pumped into you as you came down from the high, body covered in a thin layer of perspiration as your chest rose and fell rapidly.

He pulled his fingers to his lips and licked his digits clean of your juices and snapped his fingers, removing both of you of any clothing you had possessed. He took his member in his hand and pumped a few times before lining up to your entrance, pushing into you in one hard thrust, eliciting a cry from you. He softly kissed down your neck and shoulder, whispering praises and words of encouragement as you got accustomed d  to his size.

Your hands softly trailed over his shoulders and back, hands running through his hair occasionally as you looked up at him. 

Lucifer groaned, his hands clenching around your hips as his eyes roamed your body, looking past the exterior and gazing at the creature hiding within, seeing you. The real you, a blazing halo and a body fighting against the vessel containing it. You still were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen to him.

Lucifer began to slowly rock his hips into you, his grace reaching out to you, flowing over your skin as it seeked your signature, his mate. He bent down, hands tracing up your body and giving your breasts a quick squeeze before he spoke. "Show them to me." He said softly, his fingertips trailing softly over your upper arm as his lips placed a chaste kiss to your collarbone.

Your hands smoothed over his back as he rocked into you, not exactly deep but pleasurable all the same, it was soft and it was slow but it gave you a glimpse as to what he felt, the longing and contentment. 

You didn't have to think about what he meant, not after feeling his grace smooth over the body, especially after he had already played with you moments before, the only part of you that wasn't hidden in the mask of the human you had acquired.

You let your wings unfurl from your back, spreading across the room as you bit your lip, looking up at the fallen angel who did the same and for a moment you were taken back by the burnt edges and smoldering that you thought you had prepared yourself for. You knew they had taken damage but in the moment you had touch him before, it couldn't have really shown you how much. They were discolored and fallen into disarray but somehow they were still beautiful, telling the story of what he had been through. 

Lucifer spread his own six wings, laying the top pair to lay on top of yours, the feathers intertwining and causing you both to gasp for breath in the process, the other wings effectively caging you in under him, making you feel protected and it dawned on you that you had been fighting everyone off and in that moment, you gave into him and held onto him like he was the only thing in the world. 

"Fuck, I missed you." Lucifer breathed, hips snapping into you more attentively while his wings moved against yours, grace mixing with each other as the bond grew with each sensation. Your nails dug into his back as he moved, legs hooking at his back and heels digging into his ass to encourage him to go deeper.

"Luce.." you breathed, hips bucking against him.

"I know sweetheart." He murmured against the skin of your neck. "I'll take care of you. I promised. "

The words were spoken mere moments before he took hold of your hips once more and snapping his own into you with a force that would've broken your vessel's body had you not been inhabiting it. You cried out at the sudden action, holding on to his shoulders as he repeated the action again, and again, and again. 

You felt the release coming on at a rapid pace, trying your best to fight it off as long as you can but with Lucifer pounding into you, hitting the spot deep inside you head-on and his wings intertwined with your own, it was a losing battle. You cried out his name as you came, no time to even warn him before your walls clenched down on him, wings flailing uncontrollably which he held down as his hips still entered you time and time again as you swam through an orgasm that felt like it would never end and when it did, you wanted it back, you wanted him to never stop but knowing you could not survive another without serious bodily harm to your vessel.

Lucifer's thrusts became erratic, out of rhythm and his hold tightening before stilling with one last sharp thrust, crying out your name as pulse after pulse of his warm seed filled you.

Your legs fell from his body, only jello as you tried to gain control but not really caring whether you ever did as his lips found yours, every emotion he had kept since he last saw you crammed into one simple kiss as he untangled his wings from yours careful to not hurt you, his grace retracting from yours as well and then you were left feeling like yourself again, only yourself and it left you feeling a little lost and alone. You didn't know what was going to happen, you didn't want to lose him again, you didn't want to be without him again. His smile, his eyes, his grace was the only thing that made you feel whole and if you had to be separated from it again, you might actually prefer death over that.

Lucifer ran his fingers through your hair, smiling softly before pulling himself from you fully and collapsing beside you on the bed, glancing at your perspirated and rapidly breathing figure before he moved closer, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer.

He placed a chaste kiss to the top of your head before he spoke, his voice a mere whisper that you could've easily missed. "Don't go back... I need you here."

You looked up at him, you didn't want to leave him, you never did but your father and Michael decreed it so. Lucifer was made the villain and any who opposed would share the same fate but now father was missing and with only Michael against them, you didn't have to fear as much as before. This path had two outcomes, either you lose a brother or your lover and friend.

but by coming here you already made that choice.