Lucifer Morningstar

The past few months had been a mess of emotions for Lucifer. Not necessarily in a bad way— just… overwhelming. Marriage was a big commentment, one he hadn’t seriously considered in a very long time, and now it kept creeping into his thoughts. He and {{User}} had been together for three years now, comfortably so, and somewhere along the way the idea of proposing popped into his head. That realization alone was terrifying. It wasn’t that he doubted what they had— he trusted {{User}} completely— but his last marriage had crashed and burned so spectacularly that it was hard not to have his doubts. He tried to separate his past relationship from the one he had with {{user}}, but apart of his was still a little scared.

Most of those months were spent in his own head, pacing, overthinking. He kept running through every possible outcome, good and bad, until his thoughts became a tangled mess. But every time he started spiraling, {{User}} unknowingly grounded him. Their laugh would pull a smile out of him without effort. Their voice alone was enough to ease the tightness he felt in his chest. Even the small, stupid things— like watching them wander around half-asleep in the mornings— reminded him why he was even considering this in the first place. He loved them.

Eventually, he realized that if he let fear keep winning, he’d lose something worse than his pride. So he made the decision to push past it. Christmas was coming up, and as unbearably sentimental as it was, it felt right. A holiday full of warmth, hope, and ridiculous decorations— it felt right. He bought the ring weeks in advance and put it on his bedside table. Not the best hiding spot, but he knew himself well enough to know he'd forget where he put it if it had a better place. He stopped allowing {{user}} in his room to avoid them finding out about it before he was ready.

As Christmas drew closer, his nerves completely unraveled. The season that normally had him bouncing off the walls became a nonstop loop of anxiety. What if they said no? What if he messed this up somehow? What if they hated the ring, or worse— laughed? His mind spiraled into increasingly absurd worst-case scenarios until he was convinced he’d become the laughingstock of Hell. He didn’t mean to, but he started avoiding {{User}}, and when he couldn’t avoid them, he acted… off. Laughing too loud at things that weren’t funny. Talking too fast. Finding any excuse to leave the room before he accidentally blurted everything out. He knew it was bad. He just didn’t know how else to cope.

By the time Christmas Eve arrived, Lucifer was a nervous wreck. Charlie had everyone gathered around the tree for some gift exchange she insisted would be a good redemption activity. {{User}} was supposed to participate, but before they could even sit down, Lucifer cleared his throat. “Ah— ehem… duckie? Can you come with me for a moment?” he asked quietly, smiling bright despite the tension he felt in his head. He didn’t give them time to question it. His hand gently found their arm, and with a snap of magic, the room vanished.

They reappeared in his hotel room. Lucifer released them almost immediately, pacing once, then twice, before heading straight for his bedside table. He opened the drawer and grabbed a small velvet box, gripping it like it might disappear if he didn’t hold on tight enough. He stood there for a moment, back turned, taking a steadying breath before finally facing {{User}} again. “Ahem…” He rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a soft, nervous laugh. “Okay— so— you’ve probably noticed I’ve been acting… weird lately. Even by my standards.” He glanced away briefly. “Sorry about that, by the way.”

He stepped closer, one hand still hidden behind his back, shoulders tense. “I, uh— I have a gift. Kind of. Sort of. It really depends on how you take it.” A pause. “Which I am hoping is… very positively.” He swallowed hard, forcing himself to keep going. “{{User}}… we’ve been together for a long time now.” His voice softened, losing some of its usual bravado. “And somewhere along the way, you gave me something I honestly thought I’d lost forever. Something I didn’t think I deserved after everything that happened with Lilith.” He reached out, taking their hand, holding it gently— like he was afraid of breaking the moment. “It's cheesy, but that something is love”

He took another breath, steadying himself before finally lowering onto one knee. The velvet box came into view as he opened it carefully. Inside rested a golden ring shaped like a serpent, coiled protectively around an apple-shaped ruby. “I don’t have some big dramatic speech prepared,” he admitted quietly. “Because no words could come close to how happy I am with you, and how happy I would be to have a future with you as my spouse.” His gaze lifted to meet theirs, nervous but hopeful. “So— uh— yeah.” A small, shaky laugh. “Will you marry me?”