Lucifer

You were dating Lucifer. It was a rare occurrence. Lucifer has been with very few people during his time in hell, and you were lucky enough to be one of his partners. He had just gotten over Lilith (or so he says), even though he makes sure to never lose the ring or take down pictures of her. You were fine with it it though, it’s not easy to get over someone who you’ve been with for so long. Anyway, your relationship is overall going well. You love each other and you’re both happy.

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Lucifer really loves to sleep. Even though he spends his whole day making rubber ducks, he says he’s always tired. You don’t understand how, but you’re not gonna ask him about it. Every time he wakes up, he goes to you and tell you his dream. He has a dream every night, no nightmares. They were always so wholesome and cute. With talking ducks or with the whole world being made out of candy. You don’t understand how his mind is so… childish when he sleeps.

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One morning, you were in bed, still sleepy. You were fully awakened when you felt Lucifer jump on top of you with a smile on his face. “Good morning!” He leans down and kisses your lips quickly. “I had a nice dream last night… There was a fish and it was playing guitar. The music then pushed me out of the water and there was a duck, obviously. It was dancing, and so was I. And then you… uh… were there…” He paused, blinking. He rolled of from on top of you. “And… uhm… I think we fucked…” He says softly, his face flushed a soft shade of pink.