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ashriverr · 1 year

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You’re sitting on a couch, a glass of human world wine Barbatos ordered in your hand. The New Year’s party continues to be lively in the ballroom of Diavolo’s castle and you close your eyes, basking in the calm and quiet of the empty lounge. A fire is crackling in the fireplace in front of you. You slip into your thoughts and don’t notice the door open and close.

“It’s a wonder how you managed to slip away from my brothers unnoticed,” a voice like silk speaks from behind you. You open your eyes to see Lucifer make his way over to the couch and sit next to you. “Is everything alright?”

You ignore the fluttering in your stomach at his proximity and respond with a gentle smile, “A bit overwhelmed is all. A little more quiet time and I’ll be good to go.” You’re fully looking at Lucifer now, his eyes sparkling and his face glowing from the flames of the fire. You think about resting your head on his shoulder but refrain from doing so. Instead, you take a long sip of the alcohol.

“I’m afraid if you wait any longer, you’ll miss the true celebration.” You raise an eyebrow. “It’ll be midnight in two minutes.”

“Oh.” You bite your lip. You would love to be out there celebrating with the others when the clock chimes and announces the changing of a year, but your battery hasn’t filled up quite enough for the chaos that’d be sure to ensue. Besides, a part of you relishes the idea of celebrating with only Lucifer as selfish as it sounds. “That’s alright.” A silence falls over the both of you and you shift until you’re facing Lucifer. “So, Mr. Perfect,” he frowns at the nickname and you grin, “everyone always has some sort of resolution for the next year, but that’s lame. Got any regrets from this year?”

You can hear the party grow in volume and you hope your question will get the demon to stay with you. You even think, for a fleeting moment, how nice it would be if you two could share a kiss to start off the new year. Perhaps that sort of luck could stretch throughout the rest of the year. It’s a big wish for sure, but it could happen. Asmo always complains about how much attention Lucifer seems to give you compared to the others, but you always brush it off as it being his duty to make sure you’re having a good time in the Devildom for the sake of Diavolo. But maybe, just maybe, that attention means something else, something more.

Lucifer studies your face and you find yourself staring at his lips for far too long. Maybe you shouldn’t finish your drink. You can’t even remember how many glasses you’ve had already. Your gaze eventually moves to meet his as he answers. “Perhaps.” There’s a playful glint in his eyes and his lips are turned upwards in a smirk. You place your wine on the coffee table. He does the same and you rest your arm on the back of the couch and lean your head against your closed fist. Matching his energy, you say, “Oh really?” You have regrets? I feel like I should be reporting this to a news station.”

Lucifer laughs and your heart feels as if it’s going to explode. His laugh is low and solid, like it came straight from deep in his chest. It doesn’t last very long, your joke wasn’t even that funny in the first place, but it still electrifies you nevertheless. You find yourself laughing with him and before you know it, you have both leaned towards each other. You can feel that you’re tipsy, but your mind is still clear enough to make decisions and remember things. You know Lucifer is fine as well, but you can see a tinge of red dusting his cheeks, red that only shows up when he’s starting to drink a bit more demonus than he should be, but a light enough red that he’s still very much aware of his actions.

The party outside begins to countdown in sync and the two of you get lost in each other’s eyes.

“Would you really like to know?” Lucifer asks.

“You don’t have to tell me, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious.” You move your head off your hand and put it in your lap.

“I’ve always liked that about you. Your curiosity,” he begins.

“Though it does seem to always get you in trouble.”

You laugh lightly, confused at what he’s getting at. “Yeah, I get that a lot.”

Lucifer’s eyes drop to your lips. And your body heats up.

“You wondered what my regret was this year, yes?”

“Uh-huh,” you reply, slowly. Your heart feels like it’s going to break free from your chest.

Lucifer’s hand cups your cheek and you notice that it’s gloveless. You feel yourself getting drunk off his presence. His natural scent mixed with the sweet smell of demonus overflows your nostrils and his warm hand slowly and gently pulls you closer towards him, his thumb brushing your cheek. His eyes are lidded and begin to close as he leans in and you follow.

The ballroom erupts in cheers as the clock strikes midnight. Lucifer whispers, his lips nearly touching yours, just loud enough for you to hear.

“I regret not kissing you sooner.” Your lips meet and you feel as if you’re flying in a sky full of stars.

His soft lips slot against yours perfectly and your hands slide up his chest until they’re resting on both of his cheeks as you eagerly return the kiss. Everything around you fades and you can only focus on the feeling of his lips against yours and his hand sliding to the back of your neck.

Eventually, you two part and rest your foreheads against each other.

“Happy New Year, Lucifer,” you breathe. Not even a second later, his lips are back on yours and you cannot wait for what the rest of the year has to offer.

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ashriverr · 1 year

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Laying on Lucifer’s chest in his bed, your face buried in his shirt. It’s nighttime and you can faintly hear the sounds of the nocturnal Devildom creatures outside. Lucifer gently and slowly traces constellations onto your back. You try to guess each one, letting out an irritated huff when you’re incorrect. He corrects you, teasing you a bit in the process.

“I love you,” you admit for the first time in your relationship after a moment of silence. Lucifer’s tracing pauses and you can barely hear the sharp intake of a breath. You pull yourself up and look into the demon’s crimson eyes.

“Say that again,” he breathes, eyes wide.

“I love you, Lucifer.” He places a hand on your cheek and strokes a thumb across your skin. The outside noise fades away and it’s suddenly just the two of you in this moment. His eyes soften and his lips curve upwards in a smile filled with absolute adoration.

“And I, you.” He pulls you in for a kiss, and your heart bursts like a star in the night sky.

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ashriverr · 1 year

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Cooking dinner whilst humming and Lucifer comes up behind you, wraps his arms around your waist, and sleepily nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. The brothers are out doing their own things so it’s just the two of you and the music playing softly from your phone. Lucifer turns his head to watch you cook. You give him a quick kiss on the forehead and he sighs in content.

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ashriverr · 2 years

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would anyone be interested if i turned this premise into a one-shot?

Being an Arch Angel is a great responsibility; one that’s only placed upon those who Michael deems are truly worthy. But when an Arch Angel begins to question the blessing they are given, their descent to Hell begins as well. And of course, it just had to be them.

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ashriverr · 2 years

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Showing Lucifer something you're extremely proud of one day and when you turn your head to look at him, nervous because he wasn't saying anything, he has the proudest look in his eyes and softest smile. He asks you to continue talking and steps closer to you, his sudden proximity making you nervous. "Don't go shy on me now, my love," he purrs in your ear.

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ashriverr · 2 years

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Slow dancing with Lucifer in the music room at 3am whilst the rest of the Devildom is asleep. It’s just the music quietly playing on the Phonograph and the two of you, eyes locked on one another not daring to look away.

“I love you,” he whispers and pulls you closer.

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ashriverr · 2 years

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Playfully flirting with Lucifer in his office and leaning in close to his face to make it seem like you're about to kiss, but you pull away last minute and watch as he chases your lips as if in a trance.

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ashriverr · 2 years

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It's You, It's Always You

This fic is also on my AO3!

Pairing: Megumi/Yuji

Words: 4.2K

Summary: Fushiguro Megumi is absolutely starstruck with Itadori Yuji. How could he not be when he’s just so perfect? But his lingering fear of rejection and ruining what they already have causes him to push his feelings away. So the days pass. And the number of fingers left dwindles. And Itadori's execution draws nearer. And there Megumi stands, holding the knife to his best friend’s heart.

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Being in love with your best friend is one thing. But being in love with someone you know who’s going to die eventually is something completely different. Megumi realized long ago that he’s already too far gone to care anymore, though. He is irrevocably in love with Yuji Itadori. So in love, in fact, that it has become increasingly obvious to everyone. Everyone except, of course, Itadori himself. He could very well change that, but the fear of rejection and the possibility of ruining the relationship they share now makes him keep his feelings locked in a cage, hidden deep within himself.

The way they are now is perfectly fine anyway. Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself to feel better (it doesn’t work). He tried asking Gojo for help once, but that was a mistake. Now every time he and Itadori are in Gojo’s presence, Megumi has to deal with smug looks and kissy faces when the boy is looking away. At this rate, he wouldn’t be surprised if Itadori catches on. But he doesn’t, and Megumi couldn’t be more relieved.

The door behind him slides open and a familiar, comforting voice speaks up. “There you are!” Itadori shouts excitedly from behind. It’s a warm, summer evening. Megumi is seated on the steps outside the dormitory basking in the warmth of the remaining sun and the sounds of the cicadas quieting down for the night. The chilly breeze marks the approach of fall.

His heart jumps as his friend plops down on the steps right next to him and he nearly has a heart attack when Itadori bumps their shoulders together. He wishes the touch could last longer. “You’ve been out here for a while. Something on your mind?”

Yes. You. You, you, you. You and your bubblegum pink hair, your sweatshirts that smell like fresh laundry, your slightly crooked smile that is just so you, your calloused hands that brushed against mine a few times causing a whirlwind in my mind for the entire night. You. You, Yuji Itadori, are on my mind.

If only he had the bravery to say it out loud.

“No. Just enjoying the weather.” The two sit in comfortable silence for a few moments. Megumi turns his head to look at Itadori who’s staring up at the sky with a gentle smile on his face. The breeze rustles his hair and he closes his eyes and lets out a contented sigh. Megumi imagines himself being the one to cause this reaction from Itadori instead of the breeze. He pictures himself running his hands through his hair and it's as smooth as the finest silk. He imagines Itadori closing his eyes and leaning into his touch, perhaps leaning into his whole body until his head is in Megumi’s lap and he’s staring up at him. Maybe if he goes to stretch and “accidentally” brushes his hand against Itadori’s hair in the process then he can-

His thoughts are cut off when he notices the boy staring at him with his head tilted to the side a bit like a confused dog. Megumi swallows thickly.

“Did you say something?” he asks, cursing himself for how weak his voice sounds. He tries to keep his eyes on Itadori’s, but he glances down at his lips just for a second before looking back into his eyes.

“No, no it’s fine.” Itadori closes his eyes and puts a hand on his forehead dramatically. “I know my handsomeness gets too distracting sometimes.” Megumi snorts and feels the corners of his mouth quirk up. He tries to look away and places a hand on his cheek before Itadori notices, but it’s too late. He gasps and leans toward the boy. “Is that a smile I see? Did I make the Fushiguro Megumi smile? I should get an award for this!”

“The sun was in my eyes,” he says, yet the sunbeams that are just now beginning to disappear under the horizon struggle to filter through the trees in the forest beyond. He takes his hand off his cheek and turns back to face Itadori. “I was just…” his voice trails off. He’s now face to face with Itadori, noses nearly touching. The sun casts a golden glow on the pink-haired boy’s face and Megumi swears he’s staring at the sun itself. Itadori’s scent envelops his nose and he feels like he’s on cloud nine. His breath hitches and his brain is begging him to move away, to put some distance between them, but his body won’t let him. If only he could just lean forward and connect their lips, then perhaps this unbearable pining could stop. But he can’t act upon his selfish desire and potentially hurt his best friend in the process; he can’t deal with the guilt. And so, he keeps his urge at bay and focuses on the boy in front of him.

Itadori’s smile turns soft, and his eyes lose the crinkle they get when he smiles wide or laughs. He’s staring straight into Megumi’s eyes, his irises sparkling in the light, pupils dilated. The look he’s giving him is tender and filled with admiration as if he’s studying a painting. “Y’know,” he begins, lightly. There’s a different tone to his voice, but Megumi can’t quite figure it out. “You should smile more. It looks really good on you.”

If it’s possible for Megumi to fall even deeper in love, he just did.

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Megumi and Itadori are leaning against a wall side by side, shopping bags all around them from Nobara who’s currently pursuing a store. She only dragged Megumi with her to hold her bags, but Itadori decided to tag along. Megumi isn’t sure why he’d want to do this in his free time when he could be back in his room watching a TV show or reading a manga, but it gives him a confidence boost, albeit a small one. Perhaps Itadori tagged along because he likes to be with him. Because he likes him in a more than a friend way and wants to spend every waking moment with him. There’s a small spark of hope in the forest of his heart. A big enough spark to keep an eye on but not big enough to set the forest ablaze. However, a deep part of him has a feeling it’s just Itadori’s FOMO kicking in. He kicks a pebble in front of him.

“Do you ever think about getting a girlfriend?” Itadori asks, breaking the silence. Megumi nearly chokes.

“Why are you asking?” He turns his head to look at Itadori who’s staring into the distance. Of course I don’t want a girlfriend. I want you.

Itadori shrugs. “Well, y’know, we’re teens. Every teenager wants someone special in their life. Nobara talks about how she wants a girlfriend all the time, so I just wondered if you thought the same.”

Yes, he does. He thinks it all the time. As he’s falling asleep, as he’s eating breakfast, as he’s walking to class. It’s always Itadori taking up space in his mind. He might as well start paying rent for all the space he takes up. “No, I don’t.”

Itadori chuckles, “Right. Yeah. I had a feeling.”

Megumi turns to look straight ahead again and notices a couple in the distance, walking along the sidewalk. He pictures Itadori and himself doing the same; they’re holding hands as Itadori tells him about his day and he listens, letting him ramble because he loves to hear him talk. “Do you?”

Itadori hums and scratches the back of his head. “Mm, not really. I think my mind’s just been too preoccupied with other things.” Megumi looks at Itadori and notices a slight shade of pink dusting his cheeks. Why does he look embarrassed? Before he can overthink, Itadori speaks up again. “Like babysitting you.” The look of horror on Megumi’s face makes Itadori erupt with laughter. He doubles over, clutching his stomach.

“Ha! I wish you could see yourself right now!” Megumi pouts and crosses his arms.

“Why are you even here anyway? Wouldn’t you rather spend your time somewhere else?” Once Itadori recollects himself he stands back up and faces Megumi.

“‘Cause, you’re here, duh!” His pout instantly vanishes, and his heart stutters. What’s that supposed to mean? Does he just mean that as friends? Is that supposed to imply something more?

“What-”

“Hey nerds,” Nobara interrupts. She has two shopping bags that she holds out to Megumi. “Watcha talking about?”

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Itadori ate another finger.

There is now one left.

Time is ticking, but Megumi is still too much of a coward to do anything. Not even as the two sit in silence, shoulder to shoulder, on the floor of Itadori’s room. Itadori is scrolling through his phone, both his legs outstretched. They haven’t spoken a word since their last mission. Megumi is reading a book, the arm holding the book resting on his outstretched leg and his other arm resting on his bent leg; his eyes just keep scanning the same sentence over and over again. How could he focus when his best friend’s death is drawing nearer?

Itadori sighs and locks his phone. He tosses it to the side and drops his head onto Megumi’s shoulder. Megumi freezes and nearly drops his book. Itadori has been getting more touchy by the day, and it still catches him off guard. “I’m scared, Fushiguro,” he whispers, absentmindedly picking at the pills on Megumi’s sweater.

He doesn’t know what to say. What can he say? No words, no amount of affection, can be enough to quell the fear of death. Besides, how could he even begin to comfort someone when he himself needs just as much? When he can already feel himself falling deeper and deeper into a pit of despair, soon unable to dig his way out. He swallows and suddenly feels as if the walls are closing in on him.

“What if there’s something I can do? Something that… that we just don’t know about? What if I could fix this?” Itadori picks his head up and places his chin on Megumi’s shoulder to look at him and he turns to look back. His friend’s gorgeous light brown eyes aren’t filled with their usual gleam and it pains him.

“There’s nothing you can do.” He sounds utterly hopeless. Megumi opens and closes his mouth as if he’s going to speak but doesn’t. He knows there’s no way out of this, he knows.

“I don’t want you to go,” he admits, quietly. His words seem void of emotion, but Itadori can see through it.

“I don’t want to go either, but this is the only way we can get rid of Sukuna.”

Megumi grits his teeth. “It’s not fair.”

Itadori moves his head back to rest on his shoulder. “I know,” he whispers as he slides his arm down Megumi’s and slowly intertwines their fingers. Megumi’s eyes widen and he can feel his heart beating a mile a minute. Friends do things like this all the time, but Megumi can’t help but feel that this is different from just normal friends holding hands. He can’t help but feel some sort of hope that maybe, just maybe, Itadori shares his feelings. But he still doesn’t confess just in case there’s a chance he doesn’t. He needs to crush the hope before it takes over his mind.

They continue to sit in comfortable silence and Itadori eventually falls asleep. A part of Megumi wants to move because he knows that if he stays like this any longer, it’ll be the end of him. But another part of him is okay with that. He’s already fallen too hard, after all. And Itadori was the one to make the first move anyway, so it’s not like Megumi’s being selfish by staying like this. He’s just comforting his friend who needs it.

And so, he places his head atop the boy’s and lets him sleep.

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“Are you insane?” Megumi spits. The Jujutsu higher-ups must be joking.

“We were going to have Gojo be the one, but we decided that you would be a better fit,” one of them explains, a slight smirk showing off his disgustingly yellow teeth. “He did put up quite the fight when we broke the news to him.”

“I won’t do it.”

Another higher-up clicks his tongue and Megumi’s nostrils flare. “That wasn’t a suggestion. It was an order. You are to execute Itadori Yuji whether you like it or not.”

Silence.

“You are dismissed.” He walks out of the room with fire in his veins and goes to the dorms where Itadori is waiting for him in his room. When he sees the way Megumi whips the door open and stomps in the room, slamming it shut, he rushes up to him and grabs his shoulders.

“What’s wrong? What did they say?”

Megumi stares at the ground. “They want me to be the one to execute you.” Itadori’s grip falters.

“What?”

“Those bastards want me to be the one to kill you!” He raises his arms and drops them to his side. Itadori slides his hands off Megumi’s shoulders and he misses the touch. “It’s like they get some sort of satisfaction at this. Like we’re entertainment for them.”

Itadori chuckles dryly, trying to lighten the mood. “I wouldn’t be surprised if that’s how they see it. They’re probably some sort of sadists.” He frowns when Megumi doesn’t react and cups his cheeks, pulling his head up to look at him. Butterflies fly around in Megumi’s stomach and he swears they’re going to burst when Itadori steps closer. He’s still upset at the situation of course, but his mind is starting to become fuzzy. “Hey, I’m still alive right now. Let’s focus on that, yeah? Don’t waste your time worrying about the future when we can still enjoy the present.”

Megumi licks his lips. “Yeah,” he says, but he didn’t really hear what Itadori said. He’s too focused on their distance, or lack thereof, to think about anything else at the moment. His senses are overwhelmed. His eyes never leave his friend’s lips, and he knows he’s probably being way too obvious at this point, but he can’t help it. Maybe if he gets one kiss, everything will fade away; he can forget what's going on for just a moment and only focus on the feel of the boy’s lips against his. He knows that won’t help in the long run. He knows that after they pull apart, the world will become clear again and he’ll have to face the future, but it wouldn’t be too bad forgetting for just this moment.

His eyelids lower as he puts all his focus on Itadori’s lips and he feels himself slowly leaning in like a magnet being pulled to a piece of metal. However, before he can lean too far, he panics and encases him in a hug instead. Coward. Itadori laughs lightly (it sounds… pained?) and wraps his arms around him tightly, resting a cheek on his shoulder. His hair tickles Megumi’s neck and squeezes back. They stay like that for a while, desperately holding on. He wishes for this moment to never stop, but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

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Megumi grips the cursed weapon in his shaking hand as he stares at his best friend tied to a wooden chair with rope oozing with strong cursed energy to keep him in place. Looking at his helpless form makes his skin crawl.

The day after Megumi’s meeting with the higher-ups, they’d announced Itadori’s execution date which was only three days later. Most of the time, Itadori spent those three days with the others, saying his last goodbyes. Megumi was always there in the background. He selfishly wished to have all of Itadori’s attention on himself. The time they did spend alone together was spent in silence with the occasional small talk in between. They held each other in their beds each night and it hurt Megumi to know that he would never be able to hold him like that again, especially as anything more than friends He wishes he could have said something then, given himself closure. Unfortunately, it was too late.

“You know, Megumi,” Itadori begins, his voice wavering. “I was too much of a coward to say this before, and I know now’s not the right time, but I love you. And as much as it hurts me to say it, I hope you, no I want you to, find someone who can love you the way I couldn’t.” Tears begin to stream down his face. What sick fuck decided that the both of them deserve this fate? What did they ever do besides be two teens in love? Two dorky teens who didn’t know how to admit their feelings.

“I’m a coward too,” Megumi replies, weakly. “I’ve been in love with you since the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

“Love at first sight? I didn’t know you could be such a sap.” Despite the sorrow that suffocates the room, Itadori’s comment manages to make Megumi crack a smile. A small one, but still a smile. “There’s my favorite smile.” They both go silent for a moment until Itadori speaks up again. “Can… Can I be selfish for a moment?”

“Of course.”

“Can you kiss me? Just once.”

His heart drops. “Itadori,” he begs.

“Please. I know that’s selfish of me but please. Please just one kiss.”

Itadori’s sobs ricochet off the walls and Megumi can barely hear the words that escape his mouth. “Do you realize,” he hiccups, “what that’ll do to me when, when you’re gone?”

“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve just wanted to for so long.”

“Then why didn’t you do something sooner?” Megumi yells. He’s not mad, he could never be mad at Itadori. But he’s overwhelmed and frustrated and he doesn’t know how else to express it.

“I tried!” Itadori yells back. “All those times I put my head on your shoulder and sat or stood a little too close to you, hell, I even held your hand once, I was trying so hard to say something, to even hint at it. I thought you would eventually catch on.”

Megumi froze. All those times that he brushed it off as Itadori just being friendly, he was trying to confess to him? “I didn’t catch on,” he began, “because I was too insecure and stupid and scared and all I could think about was the fact that you probably didn’t feel the same way.” He drops the tool and frantically rubs at his eyes.

“Megumi…” Why did he have to say his first name now of all time?

Megumi collapses to his knees at the sound of it. It sounds so wonderful coming from his mouth. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry for not realizing,” his voice cracks and he doesn’t try to hold back anymore. “It’s all my fault.” He rests his head on Itadori’s legs and grips the fabric of his pants as he finally lets his feelings free. Sobs rack his body. “Please don’t leave me. I don’t want you to leave me!” He wants to cut the ropes and be enveloped in Itadori’s warm hugs. He wants to cuddle with him under the stars and steal kisses before bed. He wants to take Itadori and run away, far away where nobody will ever find them. He wants them to be happy, and most of all, free of all burdens.

“Hey, look at me.” He looks up at Itadori. “It’s not your fault. None of this is your fault, you hear me?”

Megumi wipes his eyes and slowly sits up until he’s kneeling between Itadori’s legs which are tied to the legs of the chair. He grabs the boy’s cheeks and they look deeply into each other’s eyes as more tears spill. Their first kiss wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be on the dormitory rooftop at night while the world was asleep and it was just the two of them. He would initiate it and it would be so clumsy, so perfect, so them. Itadori would pull back and make a joke about his attempt at wooing him. Megumi would become defensive out of embarrassment and try to turn away but Itadori would grab his face and kiss all over to make him feel better. He’ll never get that now, though.

Megumi stares into Itadori’s eyes for just a moment longer, memorizing every little detail, even the small dot of gold on his left iris that shines so beautifully in the sun, before leaning in and connecting their lips.

With broken hearts and an immeasurable amount of love, enough to challenge Aphrodite herself, they share their first and last kiss. It begins gently but instantly turns desperate as Megumi tries to pour all the love he couldn’t express before into it while Itadori does the same. They break away for just a moment to catch their breaths before diving back in, unable to get enough of each other. Their tears cause the kisses to taste salty, but neither of them cares.

An impatient bang sounds from the door and the two pull apart, panting. Megumi feels a lump form in his throat, reality coming back into focus and his hands begin to shake again.

“I can’t do this. I don’t want to do this,” he murmurs, his heart rate and breaths quickening. He takes his hand off the boy’s cheeks and frantically rubs at his eyes again.

“It’s gonna be alright,” Itadori croaks. He tries to smile, but the corners of his eyes don’t crinkle like usual. Megumi’s legs feel like jello and he feels sick to his stomach. Everything sounds muffled now, and the world is becoming dim as if the sun is being shielded by dark clouds.

“Remember what I said earlier. All I want is for you to be happy.”

I can’t be happy unless I’m with you. Megumi reluctantly picks up the cursed tool and slowly positions it to level with Itadori’s chest. They look into each other's eyes for the last time. He takes in a deep breath.

“I love you, Yuji,” Megumi says, voice unwavering. The boy’s smile makes him feel like he’s staring at the sun again.

But then he plunges the tool into Itadori’s chest and the sun goes out.

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The world is dull and Megumi is numb. He’s spent the past few days after the execution in Gojo’s room, unable to sleep by himself due to the images of that day replaying through his mind, haunting him. When he finally manages to drift off, he eventually awakens in the middle of the night in a cold sweat with Gojo cradling him and whispering words of comfort. He runs his hand through Megumi’s sweat-soaked hair and rocks them back and forth until his shaking eventually subsides and sleep whisks him away once again. On the days when the night terrors decide to be nice, he’s plagued with dreams of what his life could have been if Yuji was still alive. He can’t decide if that’s worse.

Yuji’s room is eventually cleared out, without Megumi’s help due to his inability to walk into the room without wanting to collapse, but a box of his most prized possessions is given to him. He can’t even bring himself to open the box, so it sits in the corner of his room gathering dust. The only piece of Yuji he has out is the hoodie he was given on a cold night that he found in his dresser. It lays crumpled next to his pillow, full of Yuji’s scent. It’s the only reason he’s able to sleep on his own, and Megumi fears for the day when the scent inevitably fades.

Yuji’s last request sits in the back of his mind for months after that day. Fulfilling it is the least he could do, but nobody is Yuji; nobody is good enough. So instead of finding someone new to love him, he tries to surround himself with those who already do. He spends even more time with Nobara (they’re practically attached at the hip unless she’s with her girlfriend, Maki), occasionally hangs out with Inumaki and the others, and makes sure to spend time with Gojo as much as he can, even if it’s something as small as having dinner together every night. He eventually asks the man to be his legal guardian and would admit to this day that he’s never seen Gojo cry as much as he did after he was given the papers to sign. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t make him truly happy for the first time in a while.

So yeah, life started to become pretty good. Well, as good as can be without Yuji. He lives it to the fullest and slowly puts his shattered pieces back together. They are messy, no doubt as if a child attached them with school glue, but he is content.

And when it is eventually time for him to go, he closes his eyes and smiles, for he would finally be reunited with his love for eternity.

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Whispered Words and Gentle Caresses

This fic is also on my AO3!

Pairing: Lucifer/MC

Words: 2.6K

Summary: Lucifer and MC enjoy each other's company by the warmth of the fireplace in his room. What starts as a playful conversation while the record player sings, ends in a late night conversation where Lucifer shares a bit more than intended. But in the end, it was all worth it.

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The melodic sounds of Lucifer’s favorite cursed record delicately fill every crevice in his room, the Phonograph set to a volume loud enough for others to understand not to bother him, yet quiet enough where he can still hear his thoughts.

Lucifer sits in his armchair sipping on a glass of aged red wine and stares at the crackling fire in front of him, the only source of light in the room. His legs are crossed, one over the other, and the fingers of his free hand are tapping the armrest in time with the music. He closes his eyes and rests his head against the back of the chair just as 3 knocks sound from behind him.

“Come in,” he says, already knowing who it is. The door creaks open, and he makes a mental note to get it fixed before the sound becomes obnoxious. MC steps into the room, their muffled footsteps telling Lucifer that they’re in their pajamas.

“I’m sorry for bothering you,” they begin as they shuffle over to him. He opens his eyes as he hears them drawing nearer. “I just heard music coming from here, so I thought I could listen with you. If that’s okay.” Their comforting scent reaches his nose, causing his head to go a bit fuzzy. Or is that the wine? He’s most likely almost had the whole bottle by now. Noticing they haven’t moved, he motions his hand for them to sit in the armchair across from him.

They sit in the chair and cross their legs crisscross style. In the middle of them sits a glass chess table given to Lucifer by Barbatos for his birthday centuries ago. Since rarely anyone is allowed in his room, the gift has become merely decoration rather than an actual game set. He doesn’t mind, though; he’d much rather admire its beauty than play a game with someone else and accidentally ruin it.

He blinks and pulls himself out of his thoughts. MC is leaning against the back of the chair looking up at the ceiling with a soft, content smile. The light from the fireplace casts a warm orange hue on their face, and Lucifer can’t help but engrave every piece into his mind.

He never thought the day would come when a mere human would warm up to a demon enough to leave themselves vulnerable. If it isn’t for the way they’re constantly on guard at RAD, he would have most definitely had a talk with them about their absolute trust in demons. But he shouldn't have to worry as long as they’re only like this with him and his brothers. Well, maybe with Mammon he should be a bit cautious.

The piece steadily fades out, causing a brief silence to fill the room, save for the crackling of the fire and the hushed ticking of the clock placed perfectly next to the Phonograph on the fireplace mantel. “I didn’t know you were a fan of classical music,” he speaks up, and MC looks at him, that mind-numbing smile still on their face. A smile so serene, he could look at it for the rest of eternity.

“Not to the extent that you are, but I find it calming,” they reply, and the next piece fills the room.

“With the way you are always around my brothers, I wasn’t sure you knew what the word ‘calm’ meant.” He smirks and takes a sip out of his wine, finishing the glass. MC laughs, and for a moment, time stops. His skin, mainly his cheeks, heat up, as if the fire reached out and is holding them in its grasp. Was what he said really that funny?

He doesn’t even realize MC is talking at first, too enraptured by their face that holds so much innocence it’s enough to rival that of an Angel. “Ha. Ha. Very funny, Lucifer,” they joke. “I’ll have you know that I do enjoy some peace and quiet occasionally.”

“Then I suppose you won’t mind keeping me company in my study while I do paperwork once in a while?” The words are out before he registers them, but seeing the way a slight blush creeps onto MC’s face that they try desperately to hide, he doesn’t regret it. Instead, he basks in the fact that he was the one to make them a flustered mess.

“I mean, yeah, that sounds nice, I’m okay with that,” they stutter, looking at the chessboard as if it’s the most interesting thing in the Devildom. Lucifer places his empty glass on the floor next to the quarter-full wine bottle.

“No need to stare at my chessboard so hard. The pieces won’t run away.” MC looks up at Lucifer, squinting in mock annoyance. The blush is gone from their cheeks. A pity.

“You’re insufferable.” There they go with that damn smile again. It’s almost as intoxicating as his drink.

A series of pings sound from both their pockets and they look down, taking out their DDDs. The brothers are texting in the group chat.

Satan: I saw MC going into Lucifer’s room earlier, and they haven’t come out since.

Belphegor: We should get them out of there before it’s too late. Being in his presence too long will damage their brain.

What was once a soft smile adorning Lucifer’s features fades to a frown as he reads the text messages between his brothers. He knows Satan and Belphegor aren’t too fond of him, but is that really what they think? Unnoticed by him, MC furrows their brows at his change in demeanor and looks back down at their DDD, typing furiously.

Mammon: MY human’s in there?!

MC: I’m having more fun with him right now than I’ll ever have with the both of you combined, you pricks.

Leviathan: LMAOO BURNED.

Lucifer wants to be grateful for MC’s willingness to stand up for him, but he can’t stop rereading the first two texts. MC huffs and drops their DDD next to them. It falls in between the cushion and the chair, but they make no effort to fish it out.

Lucifer quickly gets rid of his frown and slides his DDD into his pocket. He suddenly regrets his decision to not finish the wine. He clears his throat and repositions himself in the armchair trying to act nonchalant, but to no avail. “How about a game of chess? I promise I won’t beat you too badly.” He stares at MC and smirks, but it’s not the same as earlier. This smirk has an underlying sadness; sadness that no one has ever noticed before, besides Lord Diavolo and Barbatos. Those who are blind would continue to go on about their day while Lucifer battles himself in his head as he tries to keep his composure. He mustn’t show weakness, after all.

But MC sees the struggle, as clear as day, and it breaks their heart.

“You don’t have to act like that with me, you know,” they say gently. The record player has stopped playing music. Lucifer’s fingers twitch and he wants to get up to flip the record, but he keeps himself planted in his chair.

“I don’t quite understand what you mean, MC.” His tongue suddenly feels dry. MC unfurls their legs and plants them on the ground. They place their hands on their knees and look into Lucifer’s eyes, reading him oh so perfectly, as if he’s an open book on display.

“I get that you need to be strong in front of everyone, but I also realize how draining that can be. I can see the bags under your eyes getting bigger as the days pass, Lucifer. And I know that despite what you say, despite the way you brush off their remarks all the time, it hurts you to hear and to read those things being said about you.”

Lucifer opens his mouth to refute it but closes it. A mere human, leaving him of all demons at a loss for words.

They continue. “I just want you to know that when we’re alone how we are now, you don’t have to put up a front like you always do. You don’t have to lie to yourself that you’re fine because it’s okay to not be okay.”

“That’s quite contradictory is it not?” They roll their eyes but he knows it isn’t serious. They fall into silence, giving him time to think. His pride prevents him from being anything but perfect. He must be a model student, he must keep his brothers in check, he must keep the exchange program running smoothly, and he must make sure nobody is disrespecting or bringing shame to Lord Diavolo.

But when is it ever ‘he must take care of himself first’? Lord Diavolo and Barbatos have told Lucifer to stop overworking himself numerous times before, yet he never sees his workload lessen. So, he continues to sit at his desk, signing paper after paper until night turns to morning, or until MC drops by to drop off a coffee and snack and ends up begging him to take a break after seeing his exhaustion.

“From here out, I’m going to ignore you.”

Lucifer blinks. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Every time you try to put on that dumb front when we’re alone together, I’m going to ignore you.” They cross their arms and turn towards the fire pouting. “Starting now.”

Lucifer stares in shock. “MC.”

Silence.

He sighs dramatically and admits quietly, “It does get hard, yes. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t deserve it.” MC whips their head to look at him. He’s staring at the fire.

“What do you mean?”

“The punishments, the harsh words, the pressure. I can see how hard it must be on my brothers, yet, do I stop? Do I ask them how they’re doing? I do not. I sit in my study and work myself to utter exhaustion so long as I’m not out tending to Lord Diavolo’s needs.” MC stares at him in shock and slowly uncrosses their arms. Lucifer looks down at his lap and picks invisible dust off his pants. He begins to feel uncomfortably aware of the heat that’s been pouring out of the fireplace for the last hour, and he blames this sudden need to reveal his innermost thoughts on the wine.

“Mammon failed his last test, so I did what I always do and hung him upside down. You would think that after centuries of using that punishment with no positive outcome, I would stop. When he overspends, I freeze his credit card.” He rests his chin on his hand. “I locked Belphegor in the attic to protect him from Lord Diavolo because I didn’t want to lose another member of my family, and lied to my brothers that he was in the human realm. And Satan. I created him because of my anger, my pure hatred for myself, hatred for the situation we were in. I gave him life only for him to become miserable; only for him to feel alienated from his family, to not even feel as though he’s his own demon.”

‘I thought I’ve been doing what’s best for them. I thought I’d been showing that I care.” He laughs bitterly. “Belphie and Satan hate me and Mammon fears me. It seems as though I was wrong.”

“That’s not true, and you know it.” MC’s sudden, yet hushed, aggression in their voice throws Lucifer off guard.

“I’m sorry?”

They lick their lips, an action not unnoticed by Lucifer, and speak tenderly. “Yes, Mammon has his moments where he’s scared to show you his grades, where he’s done something wrong and is nervous to tell you about it, but that doesn’t mean he’s scared of you. Yes, Belphie and Satan frequently tag team you and share harsh words. But they all love and respect you just as much as your other brothers do, whether they admit it or not. They may not say it outright, but they show it, even if only a little at a time.”

‘And if I’m going to be honest here, your punishments are a bit over the top.” He scoffs and looks away like a child being scolded. They get up and walk to the record player. As they flip over the record they suggest, “But that’s something we can work on, yeah?”

They walk towards the couch and sit down. “Now come here.” He turns his head and stares blankly at MC, so they pat the spot next to them. He sighs dramatically and gets up. He sits down next to MC and they immediately scoot closer and throw their legs over his. He places his hands on their thighs, fighting the urge to run them up and down their warmth. They wrap their arms around his waist and he flinches in surprise.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m comforting you, duh.”

“I don’t need to be comforted,” he mutters. They both are aware that’s a lie.

“Shhh.” MC slides an arm up his chest, up his neck, and caresses his cheek with their hand, rubbing their thumb in soothing circles. Lucifer’s head is spinning and he swears he can still feel their hands running up his body. Nearly whispering, they say, “Just let me do this.” He stares into their shining irises, seeing nothing but absolute admiration. Seeing nothing but an endless pool of stars. He leans into their hand, closing his eyes and enjoying this moment that he never wants to end. He must be incredibly touch starved if this small interaction already has his heart nearly bursting and head swimming with affection.

They rest their head against his shoulder and look up at him as they begin to trace his features with their thumb. He fights back a purr threatening to come out. In a lowered voice, they mention, “I can see how much you care about your brothers, you know. While you may not outwardly show it like Asmo, I can see it through the little things. Giving Beel money so he could go to the thumb wrestling competition, checking to make sure Levi gets enough sleep, trusting Mammon with important tasks such as watching me when I first came here.” They pause for a moment but continue in the same, soft tone. “Leaving a signed copy of Satan’s favorite book on his bed.”

Lucifer opens his eyes and frowns at MC. “How do you know about that?”

“I know everything, my dear.” They smirk playfully and take their hand off his cheek to rest on his chest. My dear. Lucifer’s breath catches in his throat at the sudden pet name. He knew it wasn’t a mistake, for he could feel the pure fondness woven into their tone of voice. A fondness that tells him they see him and still want to stay despite all his flaws.

Do they really know everything? Do they know how thoughts of them keep Lucifer up at night while he tries to sleep? How since the moment MC started to care for the brothers as if they were family of their own, he felt himself fall deeply, tremendously in love with them? How he calls them into his office to ask about their experience as a RAD Exchange Student more often than he needs to, just because he wants an excuse to be with them? How he started to notice his gaze focusing on them for much longer while they were in his presence?

A wave of emotion washes over him, too strong to retract and bury deep within, and without a second thought, he places his hand on the back of their head.

“Do you truly?” And as the fire snaps and sizzles and the orchestra crescendos, Lucifer slowly pulls a surprised MC towards him and presses their lips together.

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Like Dust in the Wind, You Were Gone

This fic is also on my AO3!

Pairing: Satan/MC

Words: 1.1K

Summary: You and Satan were in the best relationship he could have ever dreamt of, but one fateful day, it had ended just as quickly as it began.

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You and Satan were practically inseparable. Sure, it took a little while to get warmed up to each other at the beginning of your exchange program, but soon enough, you both realized just how much you had in common. What started as occasional short hangouts to talk about your current reads ended up becoming hour-long sessions sitting in the library next to each other, either talking about your favorites or just reading and enjoying one another’s presence. The space between you two on the couch gradually decreased until you ended up figuring out your favorite reading position: Satan curled up at the end of the couch with you curled into his side, your head resting against his shoulder.

Occasionally, you had date nights at the local cat café, or a picnic overlooking the Devildom where you lay on the blanket staring up at the sky and talking for hours, about everything and nothing at all. You swapped childhood stories, you told him more about your life in the human world, and he told you about his life in the Devildom before your appearance. You shared deep secrets, Satan laughing because you had just introduced the concept of “pinky promises” to him, and he thought it was so ridiculous, and yet so… you.

Often, in the middle of the night, you were there, sitting on Satan’s bed with the demon in your arms and his hands clutching onto the back of your shirt for dear life, his head buried in your neck. He shakily told you how out of place he felt in his own home, how distant he felt from his brothers, how he wished he could’ve been born an angel too so he could sit outside with them under the stars and reminisce about the past instead of sitting inside staring out the window wishing he was right there next to them. He admitted that he felt like he wasn’t even his own demon because anything he did would be compared to Lucifer. You rubbed circles on his back and whispered reassurances and sweet nothings in his ear until you felt his grip slacken and heard his breaths even out. You sat there and continued to hold him until, you too, were drifting off into a deep sleep.

Or he was the one holding you in your bed, comforting you after a nightmare. He held your body close to his and stroked your cheek with his thumb. He hummed lightly to fill the silence and rid your mind of the remnants of the nightmare. When you finally fell back into a peaceful sleep, he laid you gently on your bed and laid right next to you, continuing to hold you close and smiling when you grabbed onto the front of his shirt in your sleep. You were his everything.

During the school week, you both sat in the library at a large table studying together. Satan tutored you on the subjects you weren’t understanding too well, and you thanked him with kisses that left him flustered. Study nights were one of your favorite nights because you were able to watch Satan’s eyes light up as he explained topic after topic to you without ever seeming to get bored. He was so passionate and you couldn’t get enough of the way it made him look so overjoyed, like a child walking into a toy store for the first time.

Sometimes you stole Satan’s shirts, sweatshirts, or pants. He got irritated (not really) and asked for them back, but you knew, oh you knew, how much he loved seeing you in his clothes because eventually, you started to notice a shirt or pair of pants somehow making their way neatly folded onto your bed.

‘Satan, I think you left your shirt in my room,’ you texted with a picture attached.

‘Are you sure? I don’t remember owning that. You should just keep it. You need more pajamas anyway,’ he responded. You smiled and shook your head. The shirt had a kitten on the front.

Things were beyond amazing between you two. Until they weren’t.

Satan got the call a few months after your exchange program had ended in the Devildom. He was reading on the couch, and the rest of the brothers were sprawled out in the room doing their own things. He cocked an eyebrow at Solomon’s caller ID but answered anyway. He was calling about you. You were home? Well of course you were home, he knew that. A candle was left burning? What about it? His brothers did that all the time. Fire? A fire in your house? No, that couldn’t be. Did Solomon just say hospital? Were you in the hospital? Maybe he misspoke. Yes, he had to have misspoken. You were fine. You were sleeping at home.

“I’m sorry, Satan.”

Ringing. There was lots of ringing. He couldn’t hear. He couldn’t see. Those figures in front of him were his brothers, right? He couldn’t move. Someone was shaking him. Did he hear someone ask what was wrong? He could’ve sworn he felt his DDD leave his hand, but he wasn’t sure.

He always knew human lives were fragile. He always knew there would come a point where you’d both have to say your goodbyes and part ways forever. But he didn’t realize it was going to be so soon. He only got to say he loved you once. Once. He had planned for so many more moments with you. Moments where you two would be cuddled up on a blanket under the bright stars, in a café holding kittens, laughing and browsing around a bookstore, holding each other close in his bed as you talk about nothing into the early morning, walking around aimlessly whilst holding hands, drinking tea in the late hours of the night. There would be moments when he’d hold you close and let you know just how important you were to him. Moments where he’d tell you he loved you.

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