A Bunch Of One Shots

LuciferxOath *YAOI*

This pairings really wrong. I know. I'm sorry. 

It doesn't really happen though, so itsokai. I just thought it'd be cute... <3

“I-I think I'm in love with you.” I confessed quietly, making him blink in surprise.

“You what?” He asked, looking at me hard. “Are you sure?”

I nodded quickly, giving him a small smile. “I'm fairly sure.”

“How can you know?” He asked, smirking slightly, showing that he didn't really believe me. That he thought I was joking.

I sighed. “I just feel it.” I murmured, trying my best to hide my disappointment. Of course he wouldn't believe me. Why would you believe your married best friend.

“Oh really?” He cupped my face in his hands, looking at me with those beautiful red hues. “I love you, too, Oath.” He whispered, giving me that sloppy grin like he always did, before leaning over and kissing me softly.

My hands instantly made their way to his hips, pulling him onto my lap. He stiffened slightly in surprise, but went with it.

He obviously thought we were just fucking around.

But we weren't.

Not even close.

He pulled away from the kiss, his messy black hair falling into his eyes. “You're such a dork.” He mumbled, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. “You can let go of me now, Oath.”

I don't want to. I almost said aloud, but I kept my mouth shut instead and nodded, removing my hands from his perfectly slender hips.

He jumped up, the chains on his boots jingling as he did so.

He was just so...cute.

“Hey, Isn't about time you went back to the husband?” He asked quietly, raising an eyebrow.

I blinked, remembering my faithful husband, waiting for me at home. “Fuck, yeah. Thanks Lucifer. I'll see you tomorrow.” I grunted, jumping up and pulling on my leather jacket.

Lucifer nodded and smiled brightly, saluting me in goodbye.

I bobbed my head slightly and sprinted out of the room.

I was going to be late for dinner! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck...

Simon was going to be pissed.

Of course he was gonna be pissed, you cheated on him. I winced, damn. My conscience is so evil. “I'm not going to tell him that.” I told myself quietly. “He doesn't need to know..”