HIRAETH - OBEY ME

ONE SHOT - LUCIFER

"US AGAINST THE WORLD"
tw: cigarettes (drugs), mentions
of death

ROBBERS BY THE 1975

YOU SIGHED HEAVILY WHEN YOU left the church, drawing out a pack of cigarette from the convenient pocket of your white dress that you wore for the ceremony. It was a normal Sunday.

You caught a glimpse of light from your peripheral vision, making you smile — skipping to the back of the church and into the botanical garden. You looked around amidst the greenery and flowers all over the place. You finally saw him under the tree, he was sitting with his back resting on the wood.

Lucifer.

"Nice to see you again." you greeted, letting the cigarette stay between your lips. You walked closer to the man in white clothes, lowering down to his height.

He gave your cigarette a disgusted look, "You do know that you just got out of church right?" 

You inhaled it another time, and exhaled it upwards — still having the manners to avoid Lucifer from inhaling most of the smoke. You stood up and dropped the stick to the floor, crushing it with your shoes before giving him another smile.

 "Oh please," you giggled, "don't you think it's fun when you break a rule or two? It's just smoking anyway."

Lucifer snorted, "It's considered as a gateway drug."

You pulled out your tongue at him, "Let me off. Stop being such a nagging guardian angel, I already had most of it from my mother... not you too." you looked away, not wanting the opportunity of him seeing your pained expression.

The man sighed before standing up. His wings automatically disappearing, but he still wore his ridiculous pure white outfit. 

"Where are you going?" you asked.

Lucifer turned around and rolled his eyes, "We're going to eat. I assume you have never eaten since yesterday, right?" he raised an eyebrow.

You shot him a lopsided grin, "Yeah."

"I can't believe you look like a year younger than me" you retorted before biting the snack that Lucifer bought you. The angel sipped from his black coffee, he looked like he was seventeen, you were in your bittersweet eighteen. You were fascinated about how he could handle such a bitter drink when you almost vomit it on your first sip — you despise bitter things. 

He shook his head, "Yes, and I'm far more mature than you."

"At least I'm prettier than you." you boast proudly. Lucifer took a good long look at you before shuddering, "That's a lie." You knew he was joking. "I could only add at how dry your hair is and how stressed you look. It shows like you've gone to the moon and back and fought a world war." he laughed.

"For an angel, you're so mean and honest."
"Being honest is often mean for other people."
"Wow, how knowledgeable." you teased.

Lucifer smirked, "Jealous?"

You threw multiple insults at him.

You were lighting up your cigarette until Lucifer snatched it from your grasp "Hey!" you yelled and tried to reach for it. He was staring at you. Both of your faces dangerously close to each other — you, however, was oblivious about the situation you were recklessly pulling yourself into.

His lips latched onto yours with a swift move, and you stopped with wide eyes and a fast-beating heart.

When he pulled away, you could only stare at him dumbly, your mouth agape as he chuckled to himself. He lifted your jaw up to close it; teasingly, he said, "Shut it. You wouldn't want any insects to wander inside. Am I wrong?"