Not so bad After All (Discontinued)

Confession

No one's POV:

As the dawn broke in the depths of Hell, the morning sun unfurled its golden tendrils, casting the sky in a mesmerizing array of orange and pink hues. Its warm embrace enveloped Hotel, infusing the air with a welcoming glow, marking the beginning of yet another day in the underworld. For Lucifer, the ruler of this realm, the events of the previous night lingered in his mind, stirring a sense of anticipation as he emerged from slumber.

Descending the grand staircase, the echoes of laughter and animated conversations filled the lobby, a daily symphony that greeted Lucifer without fail. Amidst the bustling energy, Charlie, the eternal optimist, radiated boundless enthusiasm, her vibrant aura lighting up the room as she greeted him.

"Good morning, Dad!" her voice echoed with infectious zeal, prompting a tender smile from Lucifer, who affectionately replied, "Morning, my apple pie!" Vaggie, stationed nearby, exchanged a knowing glance with him, silently acknowledging the complexities of their shared existence.

Taking his customary seat at the bar, Lucifer found himself lost in contemplation, the memory of Alastor's unexpected kiss weaving through his thoughts like a bittersweet melody. Despite his efforts to push it aside, the rush of emotions surged within him, igniting a whirlwind of desire and longing.

Throughout the day, Lucifer immersed himself in a flurry of activities and interactions with the hotel's eclectic residents, each encounter offering a temporary distraction from the inner turmoil consuming him. Yet, beneath the facade of composure, the memory of Alastor's lips against his own persisted, haunting him with its undeniable allure.

As night descended upon the hotel, he felt drawn to the rooftop, where the cool breeze carried whispers of promise and possibility. Standing at the precipice, his gaze fixed upon the horizon, he awaited Alastor's arrival, their nocturnal rendezvous a ritual of connection and contemplation.

Moments later, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the silence, heralding Alastor's arrival. With his signature grin illuminating the night, Alastor strode towards Lucifer, their unspoken tension palpable in the air. "Alastor!" Lucifer greeted, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I'm glad you could make it."

Alastor's eyes sparkled with mischief as he drew nearer, his presence electrifying the space between them. "Wouldn't miss it for the world, Lucifer," he replied.

A pregnant silence enveloped them as Alastor's gaze drifted skyward, while Lucifer's remained fixed upon him. "Hey, Al..." The shorted one began, his voice betraying a hint of hesitation. "About last night... You, um, you... kissed me. I mean, you were drunk, but, yeah"

Alastor's expression softened as he averted his gaze, his admission tinged with remorse. "I'm sorry for that, my friend. I didn't mean to overstep any boundaries," he confessed as his ears pinned back.

Closing the distance between them, Lucifer met Alastor's gaze, his demeanor gentle yet resolute. "Don't be sorry! In fact..." he trailed off, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I wanted it. So badly. I mean, you're FUCKING PRETTY, Alastor. And also cool"

A flush of relief washed over Alastor at Lucifer's words, his resolve bolstered by the acknowledgment of his feelings. "Can I?" Lucifer inquired, a playful smile gracing his lips as he sought Alastor's consent. Alastor nodded, albeit with a hint of sheepishness.

As their lips met in a passionate kiss. In that fleeting moment, all doubts and uncertainties melted away, leaving only the raw intensity of their connection.

Entwined in each other's embrace, they stood upon the rooftop, two souls bound by desire and longing, unencumbered by the burdens of their pasts or the expectations of others. In that stolen moment, they found solace in each other's arms, no lust or filthy things, just a calming and conforming silence. (? Sorry 😭)

As they reluctantly parted, breathless and exhilarated, Lucifer couldn't suppress a boisterous laugh. "FUCK. YEAH. KISS MY AAAASS!" he exclaimed, his mischief mirroring the bewilderment in Alastor's eyes.

The overlord chuckled nervously, his cheeks flushed with a deeper shade of crimson. "You are an idiot!" he remarked, though his fondness for Lucifer shone through his jest.

"Ah, but am I YOUR idiot now? I want to be, can I?!?" Lucifer quipped, his grin widening as he nudged Alastor playfully.

With a mixture of amusement and affection, Alastor shook his head, his laughter echoing into the night. "Oh Lucifer, mon petit idiot... I still need time to think about this." he replied, his gaze softening with genuine warmth.

Resting his head into the taller demon's shoulder, Lucifer gazed out into the abyss below, the echoes of Hell's eternal torment serving as a haunting backdrop to their shared moment.

"You know, I will wait for you. No matter how much time, I think you're very different and special..." He said mused, his voice barely above a whisper. "Take your time, apple candy." he added, his affection evident in the endearment.

Alastor's gaze softened, a flicker of understanding passing between them. "You... I'm sorry if I remind you of her," he admitted, his vulnerability laid bare.

"Don't worry 'bout that," Lucifer reassured him, his tone gentle yet firm. "You're nothing like her, Alastor. You're unique in your own way, and that's what draws me to you."

With a shared understanding and a newfound sense of clarity, they stood together in the quiet solitude of the rooftop, their bond deepening with each passing moment. As the night stretched on, they remained lost in conversation, their laughter mingling with the stars above, weaving a tapestry of hope and possibility in the darkness of Hell.

Author's notes

Mon petit idiot: My little idiot (i messed up the translation before, Sorry 🤓☝)

OMG, SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG AT POSTING THIS 🗣️🗣️🗣️

I was a bit busy, I didn't liked this chapter so much, but there it is 😭😔

Hope you enjoyed!! 💐💐