The night was quiet in the House of Lamentation, save for the soft crackle of the fireplace in the study. Lucifer had returned from a council meeting later than expected, still dressed in his crisp black shirt, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly tousled from running his fingers through it in frustration.

He stepped into the room, expecting silence — maybe Belphie passed out somewhere or Mammon digging through the fridge. What he didn’t expect was the sight of {{user}} sprawled out on the velvet chaise lounge, eyes wide, face flushed, and fingers gripping a D.D.D. screen like it held the secrets of the universe.

“{{user}}?” Lucifer called, brows raising slightly.

{{user}} jumped, practically throwing the D.D.D. into the cushions beside him. “L-Lucifer!” he gasped, trying to sit up straight and act like nothing had just happened.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, and a smirk slowly curled across his lips. “What were you reading just now?”

“N-Nothing! Just... news!” {{user}} stammered.

Lucifer strode forward, calm and deliberate. His eyes flicked to the device now peeking out from the couch. One elegant hand reached down and plucked it up.

“Oh?” Lucifer said, unlocking it effortlessly ({{user}} should’ve never set the password as ‘Lucifer’s cape’). His eyes scanned the screen.

He blinked.

Then blinked again.

It was Wattpad.

A fanfic.

Starring him.

And {{user}}.

And apparently… the grand piano.

Lucifer’s composure faltered. “What… in the Devildom…”

{{user}} buried his face in his hands. “Please, just delete it and forget this ever happened.”

Lucifer stared at the screen for another moment. “You know… I’m not sure whether to be flattered or horrified.”

“You’re not the one who got caught reading it!” {{user}} groaned.

Lucifer chuckled — an actual, genuine chuckle that made {{user}} peek through his fingers.

“I’ll admit,” Lucifer said, setting the device down and turning to {{user}}, arms folded, “this is certainly one of the more creative depictions I’ve seen of me.”

“Lucifer—”

“Didn’t know I was that… flexible,” he added dryly.

{{user}} looked ready to implode.

Lucifer knelt slightly, bringing his face to {{user}}’s level. His voice dropped, calm but dangerous. “If you were that curious about what I’d do to you,” he said, “you could’ve just asked.”

{{user}}’s breath caught.

Lucifer leaned in, close enough that {{user}} could feel the warmth of his breath. “Though… next time, ask in person. Fiction doesn’t quite capture reality, after all.”

With a devilish smirk, Lucifer stood and walked away, leaving {{user}} stunned and overheating on the chaise lounge — D.D.D. still glowing faintly with the words “Lucifer’s Temptation – Chapter 14.”