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Italics = thoughts
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"Ngh..." I roll over to come face to face with my sleeping boyfriend, Lucifer.
Damn. He's hot even when he's asleep. I thought he would be awake by this time. what is the time? I roll over to look at the alarm clock, seeing the bold red numbers.
6:04 AM
No wonder he's still up. Well, I can't fall asleep again, so might as well go downstairs. I fling my legs out of the cover, the unfamiliar tiled floor hitting the bottom of my feet, sending a shiver through my body. I slowly stand up, walking towards the bathroom where I brush my hair and teeth and change. I open the door, creeping to the exit of our shared room. I set my hand on the knob, twisting it and opening the door just enough to let myself squeeze through. I pace down the stairs, making sure nobody else is awake so I don't bother them. As I sit on the sofa, my stomach begins to rumble, notifying me of the lack of food. I sigh, getting off of the couch, walking over to the kitchen. Beel probably raided it last night when I was asleep and Solomon was away. Called it. The entire kitchen is empty. Guess I gotta suck it up. As I turn around, a familiar face is inches apart from mine.
"Good morning, Y/n~ How did you sleep? Well?" Asmo smiles, backing away from my face.
"I slept well, Asmo."
"Good, good. Lots of beauty sleep I hope? Not that you need it, sweetheart~" He smiles yet again.
"Thanks." I smile back.
"Shall we chit-chat in the living room?" Without a response, he takes my arm and pulls me to the living space, sitting me down as he sits across from me.
"Your skin looks so perfect! So soft, so smooth~" He giggles, caressing my cheek. "What do you do to make it so perfect?"
"I mean... I just kinda wash it with a damp cloth. All-natural, no chemicals." I smile.
"Ooh! I should try it. I want my skin to glow like yours. It will make it better than it already is. It really should be illegal to be as pretty as I am." He moves to sit next to me, wrapping his arm around me. "Has anyone ever told you how pretty your lips are? And your eyes look so beautiful up close." He smiles, getting even closer to me. I hope this isn't going where I think it is... Asmo begins to lean closer and closer, closing his eyes. Oh shit. It is. I lean back as he leans closer. I can't lean back anymore and he's practically on top of me.
"What the hell..." We both turn to see Lucifer at the top of the stairs, a surprised look on his face. He walks away, mumbling something.
"Oh, shit..." I push Asmo off of me and run up the stairs. I get to the top, looking the way he went to see nobody there.
"Lucifer?" I jog down the hall towards our room, flinging the door open. He's not in here. I look in every closer, his desk, the bathroom, but he's nowhere. Ugh! Where could he be! I rack my brain for a place where he would be, but I come up with nothing. Wait... maybe Satan knows! I think I saw him when I woke up in the hall! I fling the door open again, running down the hall. There he is, enjoying tea while reading a new book.
"Satan! Have you seen Lucifer?" He looks up from his book, setting it down.
"Did you check your room?"
"Yea. He's nowhere in there." I sigh.
"What about Cerberus's room?" He suggests.
"I haven't checked there... thanks, Satan!" I wave as I sprint down the halls to the three-head dog's room.
I reach the door, huffing. Ugh. I hate running. I reach towards the knob, turning it as slow as ever, hoping Lucifer doesn't hear me come in if he's even in here. I open it just a crack, peeking my head in.
"Perhaps she prefers Asmodeus over me... wait, that's impossible. Who would prefer him? All he does is flirt and talk about himself. Why would she become my girlfriend if she didn't love me?" He finishes his sentence with a smirk, but I watch it fade as he faces me.
oh shit...
gotta run-
I turn around as he stands up, fleeing down the hall. I run as fast as my feet will go, running past Satan and sprinting into my room. I close the door, locking it. I sigh in relief, walking over to my nightside table and drinking a bit of water. Wait...
This is also his room...
GOTTA HIDE-
I frantically look around, trying to think of a good hiding place. My eyes land on the closet, specifically the top shelf. It goes a little ways back, and it's small. I run into the closet, immediately climbing the shelves. Just as I hide properly, lucifer barges in.
"Y/n come out." He commands, a cold tone to his voice. I don't respond, and he sighs, clearly agitated. "Y/n if you don't come out I'm going to have to punish you." He smirks. My eyes widen, remembering what happened last time as my cheeks flush pink.
"I'm coming! I'm coming! Just don't do that again..." I climb out of the closet, walking towards him.
"Why did you do that?" He questions. "Why were you watching me?"
"I was worried. You ran off when Asmo tried kissing me and I ran after you." I explain.
"I see." There's a moment of silence before he engulfs me into a hug. "Don't let it happen again. Don't try to kiss Asmodeus, that is." I smile, hugging him back.
"Wait..." He looks down at me.
"Yes?"
"Lucifer we're gonna miss breakfast if we stay like this." I explain.
"I don't care. I'm not letting anyone even look at you." He snuggles into me as the truth hits me.
"Are you... jealous?" I smirk. His cheeks become pink and he looks away.
"Of course not." He sighs.
"You're jealous of me and Asmo! Hah! Who knew? Lucifer, the avatar of Pride, is jealous of one of his 'lowly' brothers." I smirk, poking his cheek. He takes my finger, looking down at me.
"You've had your fun, Y/n."
"I'll stop if you give me cuddles." I smirk. He sighs, nodding after hesitating. I giggle, cannonballing onto our bed, and snuggle into him as he climbs in.
-no one's POV-
"So did the plan work, Asmodeus?"
"Not according to plan but look." He shows Satan a phone, looking into Y/n and Lucifer's room, seeing them cuddling.
"Good job, brother." Satan smirks at the victory.
"Yea." Asmo smiles.
