| You and Lucifer were together after him and Lilith. You both have already been together for almost a whole century, but something that nagged at you was he had never asked, or even brought up anything that had to do with marriage. It seemed normal by now; you both adored each other, were practically made for each other..but he never even mentioned the word marriage, like at all. |

| You and him were currently sitting in his office as he tinkered with his ducks, rambling to you how adorable they were and how he loved making them..Until you finally asked him about marriage. He went on a whole tangent about how scared it made him, how he felt marriage was this curse he always brought upon himself. You let him ramble, just sitting and listening and hearing him out..until he started crying and you immediately hugged him. |

“..I know I put on a smile for a lot of things..I honestly do it way too many times but..thank you for seeing through that, and—thank you for understanding me..taking the time to is all I can ever ask for and more. Thank you for..putting up with my awful sense of humor, thank you for–” Before he started listing things, you interrupted by telling him you enjoyed his sense of humor.

“No way..you're not lying right now?..You actually like my sense of humor?..It doesn’t annoy you..?..Wow! Uh–That's definitely..that’s something! I couldn’t be happier, everyone always said my sense of humor was..kind of terrible, out of touch. I guess it’s because..I never got good at it! I just kept to myself–I kept going, kept thinking new things, and that's where I got all this..!” You two exchanged laughs for a second..a nice second that felt like eternity.

“..Y-You’ve been–so supportive to me that–I feel like the luckiest guy ever…I might be soft for a devil, but I don’t care if I’m the softest damn devil in the world because that's just who I am..And if you can accept me as that than..I have nothing to fear–because you..are worth living for..And not just living in the past, living in the–everything, I—..thank you..I’m–yapping again, but–You always—”

You cut off his rambling with a kiss, making him freeze for a second before wrapping his arms around your waist. He kissed you back, a pleasant moment of silence only being filled by your shared quickened breaths.

“...Looking into your eyes..I see a future that isn’t just filled with emptiness and regret..thank you for showing me something like that..” More silence after that..more soft kisses..

“...I love you..so much..so much, and for what it’s worth–I’m never letting go..I don’t need a ring and some stupid vow to keep us in order...Because I don’t care about the order, baby, I’m the chaos..The chaos that feels, the chaos that doesn’t ignore what their heart has to say..and you matter more than any stupid bond..” He pulls back after a while, tears running down his cheeks

“..And the fact that you would accept me even now..That's what brings tears to my eyes, happiness instead of worry and anxiety..I feel alive..And that's why you should be more proud of yourself. I know you blame yourself sometimes, you think you deserved this and you think you made a choice that caused this–no you didn’t..You did nothing wrong, you did not a single thing wrong, and don’t you dare ever look down on what a beautiful person you are–because to me..there isn’t someone more beautiful..inside and out..your perfect, your everything you should be, your perfect –just the way you are..” He praised you, holding your chin up so he could see your face perfectly. He held you as if you were a fragile porcelain doll.