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lizmindpalace · 8 months

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Breath before the kiss

This is inspired by the song Breath before the kiss

Summary: Your first kiss with Lucifer.

Word count: 1 K

Status: Complete.

Warnings: None, pure fluff.

Dark hues were slowly encroaching the sky, as well as the hallways you had walked down that had led you to your last destination, you felt as though shadows crept over you, invading your heart and your breath hitched in anticipation.

This was the last day in the place that you had learnt to call home for a whole year, and despite the darkness you had faced during your stay, you were finding hard to say goodbye to those who had been with you throughout your time there, those who had become family after being enemies and tried to attempt against you. You were finding hard to imagine your foreseeable future without all of them and their noisy activities, but especially, you were finding terrifying the idea of living without the one that was now waiting for you, buried in paperwork and acting oblivious to your arrival.

You noticed the darkness had vanished into the moonlight that leaked through the open window in the other side of the room as soon as you opened the wooden door. The sweet scent you perceived in the environment that contrasted the damp's smell on the hallway, came from the flowers that had bloomed and held on to the outer wall of the House of Lamentation and had been called in your honour since it was the first summer, they had ever shown up in the Devildom. You had believed Lucifer had had them cut, a smile crossed your face when you realised, he had not.

After a few minutes of shared silence, he finally looked up from his work, took his glasses off and had his red eyes fixed on you; he made a gesture, clear enough to be comprehensible; you obeyed and locked the door behind you, you knew what you were going to do there, you knew you needed privacy, after all, you were going to hand him your soul and the other way round, as you had made with his brothers, although this time you wanted more than just a pact. You were leaving, probably forever, this was likely the last chance for you to have a straightforward talk.

As only answer to his question in an unexpected wobbly voice, asking if you had taken care of all your business in the Devildom, you stepped closer to him. You would never tell him, but you perceived a ray of hope in his tired eyes when you did so. You probably were taking too much of a risk, it was a dire situation, and you were not even sure if you were going to survive if you dared to cross the limits of your relationship, if you could call it that; you reminded yourself you would not be able to live any other second if you just left without letting him know what you had to say about your feelings.

His gaze met yours, the fire burning in them and the sight of his soft lips getting wet by his tongue were inviting you to do as you had been dreaming of doing during the last couple of months, when you had noticed your words got stuck in your throat, leaving you speechless and your hands shook for no reason when he looked at you.

You had spent a beyond of suficient amount of time daydreaming of it. You were always braver in your fantasies than you were in real life though. Now that you were actually going to confess, your heart was about to fly away and you thought it was a good thing it was locked up in your rib cage; your hands were leaking, your legs were trembling and if you had tried to talk, no sound would have been emitted. You were scared, even more scared than when you had faced death some months ago, but at the same time some kind of current ran through your spine, prompting you to take action. It was now or never.

You stared at him for some seconds, you could see yourself in his eyes, you could also feel his breath caressing your face, you were so close, it was awkward, since the both of you were expecting the other one to take the first step, he was afraid, maybe it was all a misunderstanding, but he did not want to step back, that much you could tell, and you thought it was a good sign, you just needed a moment of stupid bravery, and you would be done or rather damned, for there would not be way to go back.

You breathed in and closed your eyes; your trembling lips finally met his. Your body reacted in such complicated ways you could not understand, fire and rain were overflowing it. Your cheeks were as red as were his and your stomach twisted.

You expected a sudden burst of anger or shock coming from him, but his eyes let you know he was actually delighted, and he was not surprised but rather relieved, he did not attempt to hide the smile in his face that you were now sharing as he held your face in his, sketching your features, as though he was seeing you for the first time ever.

"I will not be your possession; I won't belong to you". He stated at you with dead eyes, that were suddenly coming back to life as he pronounced his next statement with a smoky voice that made you melt: "You will belong to me".

A grin lighted up his demonic features, giving you the impression, his human and therefore, softer side was showing, the part of him that was actually capable of feeling something besides anger and pride.

It was his turn to kiss you, taking his time on savouring your strawberry lips that tasted as summer, the summer he had seen in films where everyone was having the time of their lives, and it was finally his time to live.

"As of this moment, you are mine". And you somehow, liked that sort of possessiveness, because you knew that even if he said otherwise, he was yours too and no one else's.

He embraced your waist in his arms, igniting the butterflies in your stomach.

"You're going to spend your last night in the Devildom there, together with me, all night long, until the break of dawn. I'm not letting anyone else have you now. You're mine". He wrapped you in his arms, and you did nothing in order to stop him, that was what you wanted, what your heart longed. Several kisses followed to those, each one tasted different, as though love had shades and you were trying each one of them. Every touch and every kiss made your heartbeat rush and your head spin in the best of ways, there were sparks within your body.

Sleeping by his side felt as dreaming in a forbidden paradise, he encompassed sweetness and seduction in a way you were not able to understand but it had you mesmerised; probably at some point you would pay for it, you did not care, as long as you could embrace him for a bit longer as you were doing right now.

"You should try to sleep, it's almost morning". He mumbled; he was constantly tired but he tried his best to keep his eyes open. "What's the problem?"

He sat back down, taking you with him because you had been lying on his bare chest.

"I'm leaving tomorrow". You replied. "And I don't want to leave you, I can't, no after tonight".

"I cannot leave you either, but you know what? I won't. I will find a way, you will have to trust me, but we'll be together like this again".

You left yourself fall into his arms again, his warm embrace almost making you forget what you were worried about, without words, it let you know he'd come back to you.

Notes: as always self-indulgent, I needed something soft.

Read also: English love affair

#obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfiction #lucifer x reader #lucifer x mc #mc #5sos #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #lmp:obeyme #lmp:obeymeff #obey me lucifer x reader #fanfiction #fluff #summerish #lmp:ff

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med-skratki · 1 year

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#seaside #istria #croatia #rainbow #walk #serenity #peace #summerish

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ninaluba · 2 years

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Afternoon Sun at @villamajdaosp ☀️ #ninaluba #ninalubainspiration #ninalubamoodboard #summerish #summerishseptember #afternoonsun (at Villa Majda) https://www.instagram.com/p/CiiCjB0IekX/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#ninaluba #ninalubainspiration #ninalubamoodboard #summerish #summerishseptember #afternoonsun

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shortnasties · 2 years

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2493. Feverish

This is called “Feverish.” Many years ago, but not that many.

The years I spent being a butler in the Palace made me attractive to the indoors. Or the other way around. Who knows? Why shouldn’t we be at the will of objects in the world? We’ve been here so little. I instruct the maid to clean the crystal ball, the heirloom medallion, the silver ring in the shape of a skull. She fannies about. Resistance is so foolish, but it’s what makes the thing pleasurable. Especially once you give into the instruction. I pat my head—a warning to the dreams in there. A gauzy, summerish meadow. You can see the pale moon slowly clarifying in the sky. It’s always so slowly, if you’re looking. It’s already there, if not. It’s so beautiful out there! Like music that’ll distract you if you’re not careful. Wherever I am, the doors close me from it all.

#prose #fiction #story #prose poem #maybe #feverish #palace #butler #pieces #non sequitur #who knows #summerish #gauze #moon #indoors #close the door #de laval art

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ozlices · 1 month

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spent all day playing 1.6 & are just accepting some things will be a mystery until the wiki is updated lol the wiki mods deserve awards they rly carry our unknowing asses like no other

#mine #sdv #sv #stardew valley #we got to mid summerish! starting fresh. remixed bundles & one of em is new & we have zero clue WHAT it's asking for #also so many ui things??? WHAT DOES IT ALL MEEEAAAANN #anyway all hands on deck tmr to save up for the bus ig. we got the iridium ore required minecarts bundle so.#main priority lol #also tbh kinda like the limited farming space for crops???#the beach farm is still my fav & probs always will be for numerous reasons #but me & the baby have been already thinking about how we wanna decorate this farm & such :^) fun times #but im EXHAUSTED i havent sat up that long in m o n t h sndhdgsd gn

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numetalpuppygirl · 10 months

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hi cc -w-

hi funney io :3!! hope you are well on this fine solstice

#*char noises*#char asks #the weather today has been relievingly nice considering the summerishness of the occasion 👍

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pipariperho · 7 months

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youtube

This was a very interesting video about how capitalism prays on our emotions to sell us stuff and how pumpkin spice is one of it's success stories.

#Capitalism #Consumerism #Fall #pumpkin spice #I do not agree with the way some places like north america classify seasons by when the soltices are #Here it sure is fall already and has been for weeks with few summerish days sprinkled in between #Youtube

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usergyumoved · 2 years

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OMG IT’S JEN DAY !!!!!!

happy birthday!!! 💞💖💕💓💗 i hope ur having a wonderful day bb!! thank you for being such a sweet friend 🥺 i love love love seeing u on my dash and i go back and read the wonderful things you’ve written to/about me pretty often bc u have such a wonderful ability of making people feel loved. i hope u 10x the love back today bc u deserve it !!

IT IS !!!!! 💕💕💕 marie my love !!! THANK U SO MUCH 🥺🌷 i love love love u so much !!!!!! you were the v first person to reach out to me when i was rly getting into skz and u made me feel so welcomed !!! (also bc of u i recently got a little into nct(dream) lol) there’s a little place in my life just for u, for the rest of our lives actually and nobody will ever fit in it as well as u do !!! to have u as a friend rly is the luckiest someone could get so thank u for everything my darling 💌💓 [have u ever heard polaroid love by enhypen? to me, knowing u exist somewhere feels much like the energy that song radiates 💓💌]

#ur also the personification of surfin and any other cute summerish song like the ones w a sweet melody that makes us fall in love w life 💗#marie 🌼#(and just in case u ever wonder the little assigned 🌼 is bc of felix (tb to his bday and the 🌼 painting))#mail 💌

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nevver · 10 months

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Summerish, Davide Padovan (prints!)

#safe for instagram #mature

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damiansgoodgirll · 10 months

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just something cute for jude bellingham because i saw a video on tiktok and i imagined what his reaction would have been lol

jude bellingham x reader

honey, it’s july

“last christmas i gave you my heart…” jude heard singing from the living room. he knew you had a huge love for christmas time but he couldn’t understand how you were so obsessed with christmas since it was only july.

he loved summertime.

the hot weather, ice creams, beaches, cool places like ibiza and greece, the formula 1. he was the happiest person during summertime.

you were the complete opposite.

hated the warm weather, preferred mountains over water, you would live in alaska if it was for you. the only positive thing about summer were the ice creams that you loved.

you got immediately onto christmas spirits the moment you saw a page on tiktok showing the countdown till christmas and you honestly couldn’t believe that in only 5 months it was going to be the best part of the year once again.

you were currently scrolling through instagram but you couldn’t help yourself when you put the christmas playlist and the wham singing in background.

you hummed to the song “quietly” but not so quietly, because you were sure that jude heard you.

“babe…” you heard him calling you from behind “why is the christmas playlist on? it’s only july…” he asked you with a very oblivious look on his face.

“who cares?” you asked.

“you should put on j balvin, bad bunny…i don’t know, calvin harris, something a little bit more summerish…not mariah carey or the wham” he laughed.

“you’re such a grinch…” you smirked at him.

“i know i know, now can you please change the playlist?” he asked you with his doe eyes, thinking you would fall into his trap.

you nodded and changed mariah carey to ariana grande’s last christmas.

“honey, it’s july” he said exhausted but amused by your loving christmas spirit.

“it’s snowing somewhere!” you half screamed and jude bursted out laughing.

“if you’re like this now i’m probably scared of how you’re gonna be in december…” he joked.

“december? no no, it’s christmas on november 1st!” you said. this was going to be your first christmas together as a couple and he had no idea what it was going to be like with you.

“oh god…i’m honestly worried” he joked again.

“ well, you should be happy because i make the best hot chocolate and the best christmas cookies ever! you’ll thank me, trust me”

“we’ll see, we’ll see” he said smiling at you while he gently picked you up and put you in his lap.

little did he know that you already started buy presents and decorations for the house.

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lizmindpalace · 6 months

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Beber de tu sangre. (Drinking from your blood)

This is inspired by this song and you definitely should listen to it: Beber de tu sangre.

Summary: Lucifer is afraid of losing the love of his life.

Warnings: Hurt and angst, although there's some comfort. Depictions of death, distress, depression, anxiety, nightmares and sorrow.

You can also find this work on Ao3 and on Wattpad.

Demons were not the sort of creature that used to die. Certainly, they would get ill sometimes, very often in some cases due to the rebellious nature they embraced that put their well-being at stake frequently, however, almost none of those were serious enough to put their lives at risk.

That was why the doctor could not help but be concerned about the call he had just received a few minutes ago, he remembered the dark voice on the other side of the phone whilst he dashed through the cobblestone streets for the Demon Lord's Castle, where he had been summoned to with such urgency, and to his surprise, even with a threat to his life in between the request coming by Lucifer himself. Whatever the issue was, it was something beyond the abilities of the ruler of the Devildom to handle, and he feared Lord Diavolo's fate was imitating his father's, and his stomach twisted at the idea.

The environment was overflowed with a heavy feeling of distress. The low rank demons walked up and down the halls of the castle as if something was going to happen, something serious, since everyone was busy and yet, the expression read on their faces was sorrow and anguish, but overall, fear. As if they were the ones whose life was inevitably doomed. Furthermore, the dismal darkness the castle's hallways were always drowned in, gave the doctor a terribly feeling of trepidation.

Their expressions and the impression left on him were erased from his mind as soon as he walked in the room he had been asked to come, and he noticed the demon standing by the bed: a night black shadow with gloved hands over his chest, hair as troubled as his mind; fire burning in his eyes, the darkness making those terrible eyes outstand in it, and he knew those eyes could kill, literally. The demon's teeth stock out his mouth, his tongue licked them, producing a malicious gesture; the description of impatience was complete with his foot tapping as though he was marking the beat of an orchestra playing a funeral march.

The doctor plodded with shaking legs towards the demon, he had motioned over him, indicating him to speed up his pace.

"I assume you're expecting something to happen? What are you waiting for? Waste no more time and comply with your medical obligations!"

The demon urged and the doctor did as he was prompted, feeling a weight on his back, as if Lucifer's shadow was over him.

"What is the problem?" The demon asked, his patience had been consumed by the doctor's fear and slow manners that were reflected in his demeanour.

The doctor took a second to breath, since he had been almost unable to do it before, he wiped the sweat off his forehead and finally cleared his throat before speaking despite the growing tiredness shown in the demon's threatening expression, his own voice at the point of breaking.

"It's- it's" he stuttered; usually, Lucifer enjoyed when people showed how much scared they were of him, but on this occasion, he could not appreciate it when he had a dismal feeling eating him up. His solely expression forced the terrified doctor to continue his explanation, after clearing his throat and breathing in: "It's- nothing serious. It's some kind of poisoning due to something in bad condition she ingested, she'll be fine, I will supply some antibiotic injections and, in a couple of weeks, or so, she'll be completely recovered, after that she'll have to take some vitamins, especially, some vitamin D, the paleness of her skin is due to the lack of it".

Lucifer breathed out in relief and placed his gloved fingers over his eyelids, turning his back to the doctor, who took some minutes more before leaving, since he had applied the first jab to his patient.

"Thank you" the girl whispered, she was tired, but she was grateful for all the attention she was receiving, even if she thought it was not something she was in need of.

"Is she allowed to return home now?" Lucifer had never really agreed to having the girl moving to the Castle, he had only accepted because Diavolo would make his best doctor, and therefore, the most capable in the Devildom, to pay her a visit as soon as possible.

"Yes, but she has to rest. Please, avoid stressful situations and unhealthy food and habits... I guess I'll see her tomorrow at the House of Lamentation for the second injection, is that right?"

Both men nodded in silent agreement, the doctor left in haste, and Lucifer slumped on the chair next to the bed, relieved. He had thought he would lose her for sure after that, after all, her face and limbs had turned completely red and she had had problems with breathing, some fever and he knew damn well humans were fragile; he took her hand in his, she was still weak.

"I told you I was fine".

She whispered; exhaustion drowned her voice. A smile was drawn in her face, and Lucifer tried to mimic it. He did not fool anyone, but she was lacking energy at the moment, and she needed to sleep, so his fake expression went unnoticed.

It was not the first time he felt that sort of fear, a different kind of horror that devoured his senses, and made him tremble. It was fear in anticipation, uncertainty, trepidation... he could not handle it anymore, it was the fear for something that hadn't happened yet, but the time it would happen would come at some point without notice, and he would not be able to do anything to prevent it from happening; the thought of it would eat away at him every day. It would be a shadow in the bright moments shared with the woman he loved, that would haunt him in his sleep. The mere thought of his happiness coming to an end was scarier than anything he had ever experienced, he could even face his fall a second time, he would give anything just to be able to keep her. While he watched her peacefully sleeping, he decided, he had to do something.

"Satan, may I borrow the book I asked you about?"

Things had settled once they had returned home, and everybody's concerns had vanished into the air as soon as they saw the colour returning to the girls' cheeks, and the house was being messy and loud as usual once more.

Satan frowned, he had forgotten about it, it was rare Lucifer needed his help, especially because Lucifer could go anywhere and get any book he was in need of... was it an only edition then?

"What would I get in exchange?" The other replied.

Lucifer sighed, but he reminded himself he was willing to risk everything now he had started to put his plan into action.

"I will pay your price, now if you do not mind, I would like to have the book now".

Satan could not refuse such a valuable opportunity and fulfilled the wishes of his older brother, without asking any questions, whatever it was must have been important.

The girl's aftermath was tough; the injections she received were painful, and her daily regular activities had had to be ceased, thus, she found herself in a dispiriting bedroom all day and all night on her own. The brothers were especially busy those days due to the school duties they had to comply with and the upcoming exams, furthermore, autumn was a busy season for the Devildom and the preparations for Diavolo's birthday, Harvest celebrations, and of course, Halloween were taking place. So, as aloof as some of the brothers were, they were forced to contribute to the organisation of those events whether they liked it or not, after all they were the members of the student council.

They would pop up from time to time, though, they would infiltrate through her bedroom's door in silence, trying to pass unnoticed; they would keep her company some minutes before bedtime, before Lucifer's yells turned into threats; it was disappointing, he was the only one who never made an appearance during the fortnight she had been locked up, since he had seemed so concerned about her health before and had promised to keep her safe and sound. She would not say it out loud, but she wished she could feel his embrace, especially when complete darkness invaded her bedroom, the cold struck her fragile bones, and the nightmares harassed her during the nighttime, and she had no one to hold on to in the middle of that oneiric despair.

Days went by like that, and she soon was able to go back to her routine. The doctor had told her, she would be fine as long as she kept watching her habits and taking her vitamins, so she was now as busy as the rest of the members of the house were, getting involved in her academic activities and holiday preparations.

"Where are you going, MC?" She was rushing through the house with a determined look on her face.

"Lucifer has to approve this transaction; I wish Mammon did not take every opportunity to steal from the family's checking account so I could spend more than 100 grimm without having to ask Lucifer for his signature every time". The young woman rolled her eyes amid of her explanation at Satan, who agreed in silence.

"Nevertheless, I highly doubt he's in his bedroom".

She stopped for a second and sighed.

"Did he leave already? He has not been having breakfast with us, so I haven't had really any chance to see him. I guess I will have to chase him in the classroom, I hope he does not have another urgent meeting with Diavolo today".

Satan nodded and shrugged.

"I'll see you at school then." He stepped away, leaving the girl alone, and she wondered where he was originally going to, but he had left before she could ask anything.

Lucifer's door, stood by the end of the hallway wrapped in perpetual silence; she had been so close, it had been really unfortunate Satan had stopped her before she could get closer to it, a draft of an idea was taking shape in her mind, Satan had shown up just when she was about to get there, was he heading Lucifer's room too? Why had he stopped? She was a member of the "Lucifer, you s*ck" chatroom, and she did not remember any plans on pulling a prank on their eldest brother these days, perhaps Satan was planning something on his own? That would probably be something more dangerous than their average joke.

Vexation was the feeling that embraced her every time she thought of Lucifer over the last weeks, because she felt abandoned by him, as though he was avoiding her, however, she did not appreciate Satan making his life harder than it already was, so that was why she decided to sneak into his bedroom, carefully, just to make sure Satan did not have a bucket of holy water that would shower him as soon as he stepped in, or something even worse.

The door was locked from the inside, she noticed, but she had spent too many nights there and knew a couple of tricks that were of use on this occasion.

She slipped into the room and closed the door when her body was completely inside. She soon stopped hearing the voices and steps of those who were hurrying so they could get on time to the Academy. She looked around, and perceived something she was not fond of; she heeded every detail; the bedroom was overflowed by some kind of darkness she did not like, the windows were closed, and the air was impregnated with some sort of odd smell that reminded her of rotten flesh, it was the kind of odeur produced by rust, a blood-like smell, and she had a tough time trying not to vomit. Definitely, there was something eerie occurring.

"Lucifer?" She whispered; she could feel the queasiness increasing with every step she took.

No answer was given, the windows were closed, and the heavy curtains covered the glasses, she pulled them up so the dim daylight could come across, and she could better see. She was stuck in an uneasy silence; her heartbeat rushed, and some tears were filling her eyes as she approached the bed, fearing about what she was about to find out.

"Where's MC?"

Mammon asked, a slight tone of concern painted his voice.

"I did not see her in classes today". Asmodeus realised, the concern in the group was gradually increasing. "Belphie, you're always the last one to leave the house, where was MC when you left?"

"I saw her chatting with Satan".

"Satan?"

"Yes! I was talking to her, she wanted to see Lucifer, and I tried to prevent her from going into his bedroom".

"Lucifer did not come to classes again though". Beelzebub remembered it wasn't the first time he had not attended.

It was relieving that MC was with Lucifer, right? Even if that meant they could be doing things they rather not think about, it meant she was safe, because Lucifer would do anything to keep her safe, they knew that quite well.

"But Lucifer has not been around these days, I have not seen him like in a week, he's always had too much in his plate, but it looks this is beyond what he can manage, he would never skip lessons." Asmodeus reflected. "What's going on with him?"

"We should return home, just to check everything's fine with the both of them".

"Yeah, I have a bad feeling about this".

The group of six people headed together to the House of Lamentation in silence. They were not the kind of group that used to be quiet, but something was weighing them down, something they could not explain.

The mood that drowned the house infected the hearts of the demons, it somehow, felt bad. It was some kind of loneliness, it felt unsettling, even disturbing. The silence was only broken by the echoes of their steps on the marble floors and a distant noise that reminded them of a restless soul.

"It looks like they're not home, MC is not in her bedroom". Leviathan communicated.

"I think we should then check on Lucifer's room". Asmodeus suggested, and the six of them walked down the dark hallway.

The closer they were, the more worried they became, the drowned noise they had first heard when they entered the house made them shiver.

"Lucifer? May we come in?"

It was too quiet despite the mumble coming from it, and this time they were convinced there was something going on. The noise coming from Lucifer's room was more noticeable than it had been before. And they recognised what it was; it sounded like a lament, and even if they lived in the house of lamentation, they had never heard one like that one.

"Lucifer, we're coming in". Someone screamed from the outside.

No answer was emitted. Beelzebub broke down the door with a single movement and the six of them were now inside. They got frozen at the picture before them.

The girl they had been looking for was over Lucifer's chest, at first, they thought they were both sleeping, and they thought it was cute, they considered leaving them alone, however, before they closed the door, Satan noticed the way the girl was attempting to breath, with several tugs, so instead, he stepped closer and asked Beel to turn the lights on since the only light was coming from the open window . He observed the beings before him, the girl was over Lucifer's chest and her eyes were closed, so were his, she was gasping, as though she was trying to get air within her lungs and her lips trembled due to it. Her face was pale, and her eyes were sealed by crusts.

Satan was not a real detective, but he had read too many books on the topic to be able to make a simple deduction: she had been crying and she had fallen asleep while crying, she was in fact, still crying in her sleep, because her body was slightly trembling.

"MC?" Satan called in a soft voice.

Next, he looked at Lucifer. His skin had always resembled snow due to its paleness, however, on this occasion, his paleness was mortal and his skin was turning purple, as though some kind of disease had entered into his veins and drained his blood. His breathing was hard to perceive, he could almost say he was not breathing, and he had to get even closer to him just to confirm it.

"Lucifer's not breathing" Satan took his wrist in his hand and noticed there was no sign of a pulse.

"What do you mean he is not breathing?" Asmodeus frowned and Mammon immediately came closer to the bed, where the two of them were lying.

"MC? I need you to wake up" Satan shook her body, she had barely opened her eyes, when she closed them again, it could be seen she was exhausted and was being victim of some kind of deep sleep or nightmare that was not allowing her to wake up.

"Satan, let me". Beelzebub easily lifted the girl in his arms and stepped aside so Satan could check on Lucifer while everybody else in the room remained silent with a shocked expression painted in their faces in expectation.

The name was called several times, but no answer was given, the roses of his cheeks were as dry as the lips whose warmth the girl had got to know and had also vanished.

"Satan, what's going on?"

The concern in the voice was now painted with realisation but lacked acknowledgement and they started weeping in unison even before hearing the answer.

"Lucifer's dead".

Everything had happened so quickly it all seemed a nightmare far in the past: the arrival of the doctor confirming that the eldest of the seven brothers would not open his crimson eyes ever again. The explanations were not clear, demons were not supposed to die, there were ways to get them killed, but Lucifer did not seem to have any signs of them, of course the possibility of his father interfering was real, Simeon had said something about Lucifer discussing with Michael over the last weeks. But the doctor insisted it looked like stress had literally eaten him up.

It had been a huge shock for everyone, nights in the Devildom had never been darker. The brothers were hopeless; Belphegor was suffering insomnia; Beelzebub had a terrible stomachache that would not allow him to swallow anything and he had lost weight; Asmodeus had broken several mirrors because the only thing he was able to see was a haggard face with red eyes; Satan was speechless, and he felt he was the one to blame, he had hated Lucifer for no reason and now that he was gone he could not tell him how much he actually loved him; Leviathan refused to go out of his room; Mammon tried to contact their father...

Simeon would not accept it was not a joke from Belphegor and Satan, and Diavolo was so confused he ordered Lucifer to make the arrangements needed for the ceremony for his own funeral. Even Barbatos' cold temper was affected, and his efficiency was failing. Luke cried all night, and he was not even able to calm down when Simeon hugged him.

"This must be especially tough for you, MC". Solomon had approached her and passed his arm around her shoulder, in order to bring her some comfort, so she could feel less lonely.

"We had even talked about marriage, you know?" She replied, she was in front of the coffin, but she felt as though she was in a distant land and everything before her was an illusion, a nightmare, and internally she was begging to be woken up.

"Really?" The human frowned. "But Diavolo would not have allowed that, Lucifer knew well that it was not allowed, it would have been a violation of the human world's law".

"I know, and he knew. It was my fault actually, I had a dream, and he was moved by it, lately he had been concerned about something and he told me he'd find a way to make it happen, so the two of us could be together forever".

Solomon did not like how that sounded, he did not like the idea of MC being dragged away from his side, but he felt hatred against the idea of demons breaking human world's rules at their own convenience. Although, it was not something he had to worry about anymore.

"I cannot believe he's not here anymore, that must be a lie, a trick". She burst into tears again, seeking shelter in Solomon's chest, endeavouring to look away from the wooden coffin that was taking from her what she loved the most.

Even accounting for her bids, she did not get to wake up, and she was also unable to release Lucifer from his eternal dream no matter how many caring words she whispered into his ears, and as soon as the fowls announced the break of dawn and the horizon became clearer and the moon hid, the crowd made its way to the Devildom's cemetery.

Under a quiet willow there was a small white marble construction that resembled a palace, it would be Lucifer's new home, it felt as if it was meant to be, but she found her heart was literally broken and pain struck her chest, and she was hauled out of the cemetery since she was unable to leave it. If he was dead as they said, he could not perceive, feel or think, but she did not want him to stay alone there.

The quietness was sepulchral as it was supposed to be, the dead ones were able to sleep to the beat of the foliage dancing to the wind, as perpetual motion. It was an appropriate place to get the rest he had never got while he was alive, even if the price to pay was restless nights for those who had loved him. MC would spend her days on end in the cemetery, eating a sandwich Beel had made for her under the willow, she would take those peculiar orange flowers, the soul flowers he had told her stories about to bring some life to his tombstone. She would also refuse to leave his room during the nights, where his essence was still present on the pillows and blankets, it felt almost as though she was being wrapped by his strong arms; she would indulge herself during the endless nights and would pretend she was being embraced by his muscles, she would whisper loving words into his ears as she would do when he was alive; although this time she was only holding his pillow, the night itself would do the trick, since in the middle of her dreams, she would open his eyes and perceive Lucifer's shadow leaving kisses in her pale skin, and mumbling caring words back to her.

"I know, I missed you too, I feel like I could beg you to let me drink from your blood, so we could be one, yet I am certain there would be no need, you would give me permission, wouldn't you?"

There were no traces left of those dreams, except for some weeps due to the painful memory when the morning came due to the realisation it had only been a dream; an eerie feeling of bitterness and the weakness that Satan explained was completely normal. Time passed by, but she was still caught in that moment of time, where distress was everything she knew.

In addition, she had another reason to be concerned since every time she found herself alone, she felt as though someone was watching her from the distance. It happened in the library, when she was looking for a book, she looked around, but there was no one close; it happened when she was having a shower and saw a shadow on the other side of the door; when she was fixing her hair and felt somebody was behind her, almost getting ready to kill her, but the mirror showed her she was all alone. She was slowly losing her mind and every single sound would startle her. There was a shadow that was taking over her life and she felt less and less motivated to keep going every day.

"Oh, MC, we were worried, why you did not go to RAD today? Are you alright?"

The girl nodded, but her demeanour convinced no one, she looked around as though she expected to see someone, and stared at the moon as if there was no one around her and she was waiting for something to happen; Satan and Belphie shared a glare. The next morning when both of them decided to escort MC to school, they were somehow prepared to see what they had before their eyes when she did not open the door after knocking several times.

A deja-vu crossed her mind as she heard the echoing steps of the doctor hurrying in the distance, she would have felt ashamed if she only had enough forces to do it, she felt as she was going to die anytime soon, and she was scared.

"She is having a blood condition".

"What kind?" Satan frowned when heard the words of the nervous doctor, who knew very well what was going to happen to her, and to him.

"Blood loss".

No one understood how she could lose such a huge amount of blood in a single night. Little they know, it had not occurred in a single night.

The night was quiet but there were screams brought by the wind, that made her heart tuck. There had been a murder somewhere and the victim's screams were brought by the air, travelled in time in the distance, too late for someone to help. The trees tried to warn her about something, the bats danced in the sky celebrating beforehand the victory of the realm of darkness.

She found herself walking down the cemetery in the middle of the night, she was exhausted, and afraid, something or someone was following her once more, she knew she could only find a shelter under Lucifer's tombstone. It was a wolf that looked like a man, that wanted to shatter her body and feed on her, offer her as a sacrifice to the demon lords. The moon had turned into blood, announcing her end and the drops falling on her face were red and thick instead of clear as rain should be, her white clothes were now stained, and a voice she could not recognise kept asking her why she had killed Lucifer. Lucifer's tomb was open, and darkness clasped on to her, dragging her inside the tomb and into an empty coffin that closed once she was inside, trapping her; her screams could not be heard, and she noticed, the screams she had first heard in her bedroom were actually hers and she had been murdered, and no one would be able to get her out of her prison.

"MC, may I come in?" It had been the first time she had had that dream, and without hesitation she had nodded, although she was asleep and did not know she was actually allowing someone to go in, she was lost in a nightmare, and she was not able to find her way back.

The question was the only thing that remained different, since after permission had been granted, it had become a routine, and she did not known that she would spend the night embraced by the cold body she longed so much, while a shadow repeatedly left kisses in her face, descending into her neck where they stopped and became sloppier and turned into something different, since his sharp teeth would drill her soft skin, his hand over her mouth so her moans could not be heard. He felt like some kind of monster because he could see the pain in her gestures, trying to get rid of the feeling even being unconscious; thinking he was the one who was hurting her sent a gulp of guilt to his heart.

Just a few drops every night over the last couple of weeks had brought her to her current situation, and not even the doctor would be able to explain what was happening, even if the eyes of the most dangerous demons in the Devildom were fixed on him, threating him.

The black pitch figure would sneak into the bedroom, take a few seconds to admire the sleepy woman in the bed that used to be his and smile, that picture made everything he had done, worthy. Soon, she would stop suffering forever, and so would he. Although for now, she would have to bear with the nightmares in an oneiric land, the exhaustion and of course, the stabbing pain in her soft skin.

As nights went by, he perceived she was growing paler and paler, weaker and colder and in addition, she was having trouble falling asleep when the nighttime arrived for she was afraid of some nocturnal being, she thought she was only imagining, was chasing her as some kind of murderer, taking her life. That specific night, he could read discomfort in her face , she was dying and he, as confident of his actions as he always was, for the first time since he had made his plan, found himself in need of reassurance, he needed to be sure he was taking the correct course of action, therefore, he allowed her to see and feel that night, he allowed her to wake up and make a decision.

His mouth brushed her skin making her shiver, he removed from her the sedative he naturally produced now. His lips touched hers and she finally woke up, sitting down and rubbing her eyes, she looked at the window; the moonlight was casting shadows over the floor all belonging to the furniture, it was when she noticed a particular shadow that did not fit, and she stared at it in disbelief: the fancy clothes Barbatos had chosen for him in black and red hues for the funeral; the messy hair falling over his forehead and the crimson eyes outstanding in the gloom of the night. She was about to scream, cry and laugh all at once.

"You're dead". She finally whispered after a couple of minutes of repeated blinks aimed to confirm she was awake; she knew she was in the middle of a dream, there was no other possible explanation, she did not want to hold on to the chance of him being actually alive standing in front of her to stay, that'd a be thought too cruel to live with.

"Oh, MC, how I have longed to be by your side once more. I've defeated death just to be close to you". He mentioned with a giggle.

She knew all along, the monster that was slowing encroaching in her dreams was Lucifer's shadow, but she refused to believe he would harm her in any other way, he had caused her enough pain when he had departed.

"Are you making fun of me?" She was weak, still, she would not allow such offense.

"No lies were told, and no tricks were performed", he stared at her, with a calm expression.

It had not been easy, it was difficult for him to tell how much time had passed when gloom and silence was everything he had had, until distant fragments of echoes of weeps and pleads that resounded throughout the tombstones, had finally reached his ears; death had seduced him, tempted him, the thought of staying there in eternal calm had not sounded like a bad idea, until he had heard the hopeless complaint coming from a sweet voice that made him remember why he had surrendered to death; and then the sound of the wind and the trees beating his tombstone became unbearable, maddening, despairing...

"What are you? Am I dreaming? Was I dreaming and it all ended?... Are you a ghost? You cannot find rest because of me?"

He gave her a sweet smile, and tears rolled down her face, she walked towards him and embraced him, making him feel some heat, because ever since he had died, coldness would clasp him tightly, almost making him freeze. She faced him, caressed his face with her fragile fingers and met her lips with his.

"You really are here".

She kissed him all over his face, she recognised the Lucifer she had got to know, and her heart felt finally some comfort after those months of endless despair.

" I've come to claim what's mine, I've come to get you".

"How dared you abandon me?"

She cried against his chest, and he caressed her hair, no explanation was logical, and silence was better. Then they slowly started to swing. He had missed her, but he had missed life as well, a softly tune in the violin overflowed the nocturnal silence they had been stuck in once he cracked his fingers, the voice of the piano completed the symphony. He intertwined his fingers with hers and waltzed to the tick tack of the deadly Danse macabre, it was relieving for her getting to see two shadows on the floor instead of only her own as in previous nights when she dreamed; she would be dancing dressed in the old-fashioned way, in a long lace black dress, with a gentleman with a top hat behind a white mask covering his face, and every time she took the mask off his face so she could kiss her lover, he would vanish into the moonlight. Now it was different because her lips found their way into his every time she turned around.

Words were no needed when his mouth fiercely attacked hers, stealing kisses, stealing her breath, in an attempt to show her he was real, and he had missed her during the time he had been asleep, he cornered her against a wall when the melody finished; he grasped her hips as though he would prevent her from escaping his embrace and intertwined his lips with hers; she noticed it was the exact moment in her dream when the kisses stopped in her neck and the pleasure changed into pain. And she now found herself trying to push him away due to the sharp pain she was feeling, although his hands would make her to stay in place, where he could feed on her, as he had been doing every night.

His mouth moved mercilessly, sucking her blood and her life, and she was about to black out due to the throbbing pain, Lucifer lifted his head to check on her, she was woken up by the blood dripping from his mouth, falling on her chest; she gasped in horror, when she realised the huge amounts of red liquid were coming from her own body.

"What are you doing?" She asked with a low voice, completely frozen due to the fear running through her veins at the picture of the man with sharp teeth, whose face was covered in her blood, that seemed he was enjoying it as if she was some kind of dessert, as though he was a wild animal that had been starved to death who licked his lips, teeth and fingers in desperation. It was not Lucifer but some kind of monster who had taken his appearance.

"I am making you mine". He replied and took his stained fingertips to her face. "Pease be not afraid".

Taking her blood was a new experience he had not faced before when he was alive and had become an addiction over the last few weeks, her blood was so sweet and revitalizing and would have liked to drown in it, he wanted to own her soul; but despite his arousal, seeing her being scared of him was enough to make him to stop.

"Soon we'll be together in eternity, as we had previously discussed about... unless you changed your mind while I was away".

"No". She stuttered, she wanted to be with him, but she was afraid of what he was doing, of what was happening, was he even real? The pain felt very real though. She breathed in and moved her head by the side so he could have access to her neck, and he could finish whatever he was doing, since she trusted him, and she had made up her mind about it. "I want to be with you, take me with you".

He stopped for a second and walked around the room for a couple of minutes. He opened the window so the wuthering automnal wind would take the pungent smell of blood away and the smell of dew and petrichor would instead fill the room. The moon was shining amidst the flicking clouds in the gloominess of the nocturnal sky and the music of the piano continued to play in order to drown her whimpers.

"I wish there was other way". He took her to the bed, crawled and remained on top of her, taking her face and fixing his eyes on hers, attempting to let her know he loved her very deeply and everything he was doing was something that needed to be done, he knew Diavolo would disagree and get into trouble, and Solomon would start a war when they found out and that was why they would need to elope. "It's going to hurt".

"Just do it before the sunrise comes and I thereby, wake up and refuse to whatever this is". There were tears in her face that he wiped away by kissing one by one, he left another soft kiss in her lips before he moved his mouth to her neck again. She moaned in pain at the kiss that became a bite, and inevitably some tears rolled down her cheeks again, she felt as though being stabbed and losing everything she had. There was some kind of nostalgic feeling flooding her heart, it was melancholy. She was tired, and even his attempts to turn the situation into a seductive game as he had seen in media those nocturnal creatures did, failed, since no kisses or touches would make her body react, no pleasure could overcome the pain of life being drained from her body. She looked at the window, the dim sun of the Devildom was coming out, and she realised, it was going to be the last time she saw it, she cried because of the pain, because she was almost regretting her choice and she was scared, but she knew it was too late. Lucifer's hands were stained with blood as his clothes were, there was some kind of evil beam in his eyes.

"I guarantee the first thing you'll see when you open your eyes, will be me".

She believed in his words, yet she was afraid she would never wake up again, for she had never felt that ill ever before.

"Now sleep, sweetheart, rest in peace, I will see you tonight. I will attend to your funeral and suffer as you suffered because of me, but then, not even death will be able to tear us apart, for our love and bond is stronger than time".

He kissed her lips once more, and left vanishing into the moonlight as she had seen before in her dreams, the only sound left in her despair was the clock announcing the upcoming end.

"MC! MC!" it was the desperate voice of the brothers in unison, they were worried about her; they were suggesting making a transfusion, anything that could heal her, and sobbing, exploding in wrath when the doctor said nothing else could be done.

Then absolute silence and darkness, oblivion.

"I had been waiting for you; I told you, I was going to be here by the time you woke up".

He took her in his arms and kissed her, her fragility would never cease to enchant him; she stared at the horizon and noticed the sun cursed their existence and they would remain in the shadows; she smiled, even if they were damned to live in the darkness, their love was now embraced by eternity.

Happy halloween!

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oh, Wind, if i whisper sweet words, will you carry them to their intended like love letters with lips sealed, and lipsticked with summerish secrets, searing, sweltering, suffocating under envelopes licked sticky and waiting for a return kiss, in a return letter—

oh, Wind, if i whisper these words, will you carry them to their lips intended and press them there, like stolen kisses in dawn's light; over cups of coffee; in the doorway, bidding goodbye; and at the return home, greeting hello; over a steamy dinner; and over dessert while

the tea kettle on the stove boils over, and it is feverish, and frenzied, and furious: the way you can conjure dizzying tornadoes and thirsty dust storms, in frantic mania like eagles and their daredevil cartwheels—

#poets on tumblr #writers on tumblr #artists on tumblr #original poem #poem #poetry #love #lovers #romantic #spilled thoughts #thoughts #verse #free verse #sfsolstice #man love letters are so underrated #im thinking abt just the act of writing one is so :( <3

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Summerish September 💦 #ninaluba #ninalubainspiration #ninalubamoodboard #summerish #summerishseptember (at Villa Majda) https://www.instagram.com/p/CicNgKgocEJ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#ninaluba #ninalubainspiration #ninalubamoodboard #summerish #summerishseptember

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theladyofdeath · 10 months

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Sooo currently it's exam period in my country at my uni. Which means I need a lot of motivation, something I lack atm. I use my time wisely catching up on fics instead of studying. So I kindly ask you for some motivation, preferably in the form of Elorcan. Preferably them also needing motivation or stress release. I mean I don't really have a preference as long you like writing a little Elorcan. With maybe Elide still studying for her last exam and Lorcan coming home from work and helping her out or something? Idk? I'm bad at prompts? I know it's not summerish but it's sunny outside and hot and I have to study? So that also summerish? Anyways enjoy your free time and have a wonderful day!!

I am always here for fluffy Elorcan! Good luck on exams! x

Everything on Elide's screen had gone blurry. She'd been staring at it for so long that nothing made sense and letters officially were beginning to look like ancient symbols that had yet to be discovered. She knew that she needed a break, but her last exam of the semester was in fifteen hours and if she wanted to get any sleep tonight, there was no room for breaks.

Even if she desperately wanted one.

Just as she threw her head back with a groan, the front door opened and Lorcan trudged inside. With one look at his fiance, he lifted a brow. "How long has it been since you last moved?"

Elide didn't even know. "An hour...maybe five."

He snorted as he kicked off his shoes and walked across the living room to where she sat on the couch, her laptop on her blanket-covered lap. He leaned down and kissed her, slowly. At the touch of his lips, the tension faded from Elide's body.

"Hi."

"Hi," she whispered, and kissed him again. "How was your day?"

"Better than yours, it seems," he mumbled, plopping down on the couch beside her. "You look stressed."

"I am." She had been stressed all week, it was nothing new. Tomorrow was her last final, the final final she would ever take as a student. After tomorrow, she would be finished, and in the matter of a couple of weeks, she would be a graduate of the University of Perranth with a degree in psychology.

"Why don't you take a break?"

"There's no time for a break."

He blinked, surely thinking that answer was ridiculous but Elide didn't care. This was important to her. "Okay, well, can I do anything for you? Help you study? Bring you wine? Strip tease?"

"You were a horrible student, so I can't say that your help in studying is very tempting," Elide chuckled. "The wine and your nudity, however, are pretty tempting, but both are too distracting for my current state of mind."

Lorcan clicked his tongue and sighed. "How about I go pick up dinner and feed you while you cram, then?"

Elide swore she had never been more in love with him than in that moment. There was a little bistro across the street that had soup made by the gods, and in half an hour, Lorcan was back with a giant container of chicken barley soup that had Elide's mouth watering, and a couple of paninis.

She couldn't help but be distracted by Lorcan as he made his way into the kitchen and took out a couple of bowls and plates to fill them with food. He didn't even notice her watching him - he never seemed to - and Elide had always found that charming.

Five minutes later, the coffee table that Elide had been lovingly using as a footstool was covered in food and drinks - wine included, and even though Lorcan claimed both glasses of wine were for him, she knew better.

"You're trying to get me too tipsy to study," Elide muttered, keeping her laptop up and running while she ate.

"No, I'm not," Lorcan said, mouth full. "I'm just trying to give you enough to take the edge off. You're obviously stressed as hell, and if you won't take my cock for twenty minutes, I'm pouring you wine."

Elide lifted a brow. "Twenty minutes?"

Lorcan just narrowed his eyes and took another massive bite of his sandwich. After he swallowed, he said, "Fine. Fifteen."

Elide continued to stare at him.

Lorcan pursed his lips and took a sip of wine. "No need to be rude, damn."

Despite herself, Elide laughed, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Lorcan's lips twitched. He was always trying to make her smile, even when it didn't seem like it.

It was one of the many reasons that she so desperately wanted to marry him. He always made her smile, always made her laugh. It was a side of him that only she saw - well, she and his closest friends. Lorcan wasn't the warmest of men. In fact, he was rather broody, but for her...he made her whole world a hell of a light brighter.

While they ate, Lorcan kept quiet, but when he was done, he pulled Elide's feet onto his lap and rubbed them through her fluffy socks while she scrolled and read and reviewed her notes...and tried her best not to doze off.

She had no idea how much time had passed before his fingers grew weaker, then slowed, then stopped altogether. She glanced over at him and chuckled.

Her future husband had his head thrown back against the couch cushion and his mouth hanging open. His eyes were closed and he was snoring softly.

"Lor."

Nothing, not even a twitch.

"Lor." She nudged his lap with her toes.

He shot up, his fingers resuming their rubbing. Elide laughed, quietly. "Go to bed. I'll be there soon."

"No, you won't," he said, running his hands up her shins. "You'll be here all night. Which isn't healthy, by the way. In fact, you should take breaks while studying or else the information won't fully stick in your brain. Trust me. Your brain needs time to process."

Elide rolled her eyes.

"Hey, I got my degree. I passed my exams. I know what I'm talking about," he defended. "At least take a few minutes. Take a shower. Or a bubble bath. Pee, for the gods' sake."

Elide groaned, closing her eyes, just now realizing how much they ached. "Alright. Fine. Ten minutes and not a second more."

She wanted to finish out her senior year strong and allowing herself to become distracted wouldn't help her do it. Even if she had been studying all day.

All fucking day.

The second Elide shut her laptop, she felt guilty. But, Lorcan was there, taking her hands into his and pulling her onto his lap.

She nuzzled into his shoulder and took a deep breath as he wrapped his arms around her.

"You know that I'm so proud of you, right?"

His voice was quiet, hardly more than a whisper. Elide leaned back. There was nothing but pure adoration and support in his eyes.

"I know," she said, and kissed him, softly. "Thank you."

He nodded and twisted a strand of her long, dark hair around his finger. "I know it hasn't been easy for you to get here, but you..." he shook his head and huffed a laugh. The genuine affection in his gaze had her tearing up. "You made it, El. No matter how tomorrow goes - and it's going to go great, because you've been studying your ass off - but, no matter how it goes, I hope you're proud of yourself. You're going to be a college graduate. Have a degree from one of the best universities in the country. That's amazing."

Elide nodded because she didn't trust herself to speak. She would be the first in her family to get a college education as far as she knew. Her parents died young, but her uncle, who she had lived with after their deaths, hadn't gone to college. No, he had just been a lazy, drunk asshole that Elide tried to ignore as much as possible until she turned eighteen and got the hell out of there.

"I love you," he said, once it was clear that she was getting nothing out. He kissed her forehead. "Pee. Take a quick shower." When she raised a brow, he held his hands up in surrender. "I promise to stay out and not try to steal your innocence."

There was no point in saying that he had "stolen" her innocence at least a million times.

Elide snorted.

"When you come back out, I'll have all this shit cleaned up and I'll let you study the night away."

There was no point in denying his wishes. She did have to pee horribly and knew that her hair needed a good washing. She did it quickly, though, and fifteen minutes later, she was walking back towards her spot on the couch.

Lorcan was in the kitchen, washing dishes, and although the coffee table had been cleared of their dinner, there was a newly filled glass of wine and a full glass of ice water sitting on the glass. She suppressed a smile, checked out Lorcan's ass while he dried a plate and put it in the cabinet, then snuggled back up on the couch to boot up her laptop, yet again.

Once Lorcan was done, he plopped back down on the couch. Elide's eyes left her screen and found his. "Not going to bed?"

Lorcan shook his head as he fought a yawn. "I'm here to keep you company and support you until your beautiful brain can't hold anymore information." He pulled her feet back onto his lap. "Study away. Let me know when you're ready for me to quiz you."

The fact that he was obviously exhausted and was too stubborn to leave her to study alone made her love him all the more. She was truly lucky to have found someone so...so....right. He was different from anyone she had ever known.

He was everything.

Soon, she would be a graduate of the University of Perranth.

Then, she would be Lorcan Salvaterre's wife.

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