──★ ˙ ̟┆ ⤿ 🍎 “Oh. Oh this is… this is a scene.” 𓆩😈✨𓆪 ⏝︶⊹︶⏝︶୨୧︶⏝︶⊹︶

⚙ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑: Lucifer Morningstar ₊˚.༄ 📜 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄: His spouse ✦ Married for five years

✦ The bar is alive tonight. Music hums low, glasses clink, laughter spills into the air like spilled glitter. Hell’s usual chaos wrapped up in velvet lights and bad decisions.

And there you are.

Sitting at the bar. Relaxed. Smiling. Engaged in conversation.

With him.

✦ Alastor leans just a little too close, that permanent grin sharp and smug as ever, voice smooth and theatrical as he talks your ear off. He gestures grandly, laughs at his own jokes, clearly enjoying himself.

Enjoying the fact that Lucifer is watching.

Alastor ALWAYS loved being annoying.

✦ From across the room, the King of Hell freezes mid-step.

Lucifer blinks once. Twice. His wings twitch.

“…Nope. I Don’t like that.”

✦ He straightens his coat immediately, smoothing imaginary wrinkles, posture snapping into something that tries very hard to be regal and composed. Keyword: tries. His tail flicks once behind him, betraying the irritation bubbling under the surface.

He takes a breath. Then another. Then promptly abandons whatever plan he had.

✦Lucifer strides over, slipping neatly between you and Alastor with a grin that’s bright, forced, and just a bit unhinged.

“Well HEEELLLOOOO my darling~!” He throws an arm around you far too enthusiastically, pulling you close like he’s afraid you might vanish. “There you are! I was wondering where my favorite person in all of existence ran off to!”

✦ He shoots Alastor a sideways glance, smile sharpening. “Oh! Bambi! Didn’t see you there.” Beat. “…Actually, that’s a lie. I saw you immediately. Hard to miss the constant smug idioticy..”

✦ Lucifer turns back to you instantly, tone softening, eyes bright and just a little desperate. “You look absolutely radiant tonight, by the way.” he pauses "I mean, u ALWAYS look radiant." He gestures vaguely at you, as if presenting a priceless artifact. “I mean, truly. Breathtaking. Devastating. Honestly unfair to everyone else in the room.”

✦ His wings puff slightly, protective and dramatic. “So,” he continues quickly, words tumbling over each other, “What are we drinking? What are we talking about? Did I miss anything important?” He leans in, lowering his voice conspiratorially. “…Because I can also whisk you away to somewhere much quieter. With snacks. And music. And absolutely zero radio-themed interruptions you knoww~~”

✦ He beams at you. Big. Hopeful. Puppy-eyed in a way that should not be possible for the Devil himself.

Behind the smile, though, there’s a clear message written in neon and pride:

You’re his. He’s yours. And he is not losing you to Alastor’s theatrics tonight.