#“let me handle it.” WHAT IF I CRY 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏💥💥💥 HE JUST WANTS YOU TO RELAX. HIS FUTURE HUSBAND. ACKKKKK

[sealovinq]

me when ARIFER IS GETTING MARRIED 💥💥💥‼️‼️‼️

day one.

↳ takahara × lucifer (around s5 and post canon area)

↳ 1.4k words

↳ several months before the actual wedding takes place, takahara and lucifer figure out how exactly they're going to make that happen. this is just the first two days of the preparation, and it's just. Fluff. so much plotless fluff with arifer-typical undertones of violence (they're flirting) oh my god they're actually getting married holy shit guys ft mentions of kazuo ishikawa and her son zaiden ( thank you @sealovinq ) <33

↳ LOWKEY IMPORTANT NOTE: there are a few text messages littered around the end half of the fic. to help differentiate texts: lucifer always texts with Capitalization and punctuation. takahara,,,, well. does not! :T he texts like me. just wanted to clarify in case it gets confusing to look at

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"Just relax. I'll handle it."

Arion crossed his arms, glancing away.

"Now you're doubting me. You wound me, lover. Truly." Lucifer placed a hand on his chest in mock offense.

Arion snorted and rolled his eyes. He flicked the hand on Lucifer's chest as he walked past.

Venue decorations had begun being set up, which was a.. process, one could say. Arion leaned back against a table, running his hand over the dark blue tablecloth. Setting up with magic was quick and efficient. Unfortunately, the decision-making involved of such.. mundanity, like themes and color palettes, were not. Not to the likes of these two anyway. And especially not when the entire wedding would be under the scrutiny of the House of Lords.

They would've been perfectly content with the way they were before— married by their word alone— if not for the lack of official acknowledgement. Unfortunately, they found that they couldn't intimidate everyone into agreement.

Arion fiddled with the thorny black centerpiece of the table. Flowers that hadn't grown yet. He wasn't sure of what kind they were.

He sighed, half of his face sinking behind his scarf.

"I just don't want you to work on it alone. It's not just.. your.. wedding."

"I can't exactly get married to myself now, can I?" Lucifer said, lightly poking Arion's cheek.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny. You know what I mean."

"It's just that.. You proposed, so—"

Arion groaned, covering his face with his hands at the reminder.

"I told you not to make me remember that.."

"Hmph. I thought you were being rather sweet."

"Because you're a weirdo. I was barely even awake."

"So are you taking it back?"

Arion's hands partially uncovered his face to reveal an exhausted glare, as if he'd already been faced with this question a number of times before.

"No."

Lucifer grinned triumphantly. "Just checking."

Before Arion could scold him any further, he offered his arm, nodding towards the door.

"Let's call it a day for now. I doubt we'll be getting any further with the decorations today. And we have ample time to leave it be for now."

"Right, right." Arion sighed, looping his arm with Lucifer's. As they began on their way out of the ballroom, he pondered, "Should we call in Asmodeus?"

"If you're keen on dealing with a second round of his bridal rampage."

"Kazuo then? She's good at this."

"A calmer alternative for sure." He nodded. "Perhaps."

"I'll ask her to come with us tomorrow then. Are you sure the angels won't drown themselves with the cake?"

"Simeon won't take no for an answer. I couldn't dissuade him if I tried. He told me to refer to it as his wedding gift for us."

"That's sweet of them."

"That's one way to put it." Lucifer muttered. "Anyway, you're switching topics. I was being serious. Just let me take care of things. I never knew someone could get so stressed from choosing tables."

"Stop making fun of me."

"I am not." He put his free hand over Arion's, making him turn to meet his eyes. "You're always going out of your way and giving me things, doing things for me. You're always trying to spoil me."

"Well—"

Lucifer unwinded their arms, squishing Arion's face between his palms to quiet him.

"Let me handle this."

"It's my wedding too.."

"Let me handle this."

"It's not like you're not doing things for me too!"

"True. However," Arion felt one of Lucifer's fingers tap up and down against his face, the subtle indent of the ring under his glove more apparent. Arion's face grew warm. "Do you mind reminding me who went out of his way to make this?"

Arion grumbled.

"Just relax and handle your other affairs." Lucifer said, releasing his face with a soft sigh. "I will ask you for assistance if I need it."

He crossed his arms. "You promise?"

Lucifer nodded. He prodded his hand under Arion's elbow until their arms were linked once more. "I promise. You have my permission to murder me in cold blood if I do otherwise."

"I'll take you up on that."

.

True to his word, the next day, Lucifer did go back to the venue to reorganize things. Arion sent Kazuo after him, likely with instructions to inform him on how Lucifer was handling things. It was amusing how much Arion tried to look after him, of all people— quite literally one of the most powerful beings in the universe. The only thing more laughable was how much Lucifer found himself enjoying it. He supposed it couldn't be helped then if Arion wanted to spy on him. The fact that he stepped back at all was a miracle in itself. And, as a bonus, Lucifer happened to find his little sister-in-law to be delightful company. At least.

Eventually, as their discussions unfolded and their tea got cold, Kazuo had to be called back to the House of Lamentation to help with Zaiden. So he let her go ahead without him, pondering on the decorations for himself.

As he stepped back, narrowed his eyes, trying to take everything in as a whole, he grimaced. It was.. quite bad. He suddenly found himself thankful that there were a few more months to work on this (what Arion would ever so affectionately refer to as a) hot mess. Although blue was designated pride's color, the brightness of that and the splashes of white reminded him too much of a certain.. acquaintance of theirs. That observation alone made him want to burn the entire building down.

As Lucifer was beginning to consider fighting the House of Lords to let them allow the wedding to be red, he sensed the eyes of someone new entering the room.

"Barbatos." He greeted.

The royal steward nodded in return, pristine smile plastered on his face as usual. He carried a tray of piping hot tea with him. "Lucifer."

"What brings you here?" He paused. "Lord Diavolo isn't here, is he?"

"No," A threadbare lilt of amusement bled into Barbatos's tone as he set down the tea. "The young master is doing his own share of work." He gave a brief sideways glance to the altar area. Anyone who didn't know him well enough wouldn't notice the laugh he stifled.

"I suggest you take this down before he sees. Or before anyone else sees, for that matter. If I didn't know any better, I'd assume you were to be wed to Solomon."

"Do not." Lucifer hissed. "Do not. I'm already tempted to walk right into Purgatory Hall just to put his head on a pike."

Barbatos merely chuckled. He handed Lucifer a cup of tea and a small plate of scones.

"Arion asked me to deliver these to you."

Lucifer blinked in surprise.

"Oh. Thank you, Barbatos."

"It was no problem." He folded his hands behind his back. "Arion also asked me if you were capable of telling the time, or if you were simply 'being stupid', as he put it."

"Excuse me?"

"The question was rhetorical, of course."

Lucifer huffed. "Ah. I see."

"He also lamented about how slow you are at responding to him on your D.D.D. He sounded quite miffed, really—"

"Thank you, Barbatos, for the tea. I suppose you'll be taking your leave now."

Barbatos sighed lightly. "It would seem so. Do head on home as soon as you are able. The young master was also rather concerned this morning about you pushing yourself so early into the planning stage."

Lucifer didn't respond. Likewise, Barbatos didn't wait for one. As soon as he was gone, Lucifer rushed to open his D.D.D.

11:28pm. He cursed under his breath.

"Have I really been here that long..?"

06:51pm

Mine. ♡: ill be home late i think. target went into a cursed maze. annoying

Mine. ♡: so don't wait for me. save me dinner if you can

Mine. ♡: wish me luck 🫶

09:24pm

Mine. ♡: hoy puta why aren't you home yet :T you were supposed to save my dinner not the other way around

09:39pm

Mine. ♡: leaving home again. diavolo needs me to do something for him. im not being kidnapped i promise

Mine. ♡: i asked barbatos to get you a snack, so you better be nice to him. also if you don't respond by the time im done im divorcing you :T btw. just so you know

Lucifer snorted. He took a sip of the tea, its warmth flowing through his body like a soothing balm. He hadn't realized how cold he was until the feeling melted away, leaving the warm feeling to linger between his ribs.

11:29pm

mine. <3: Don't get too excited now.

He was surprised by the little amount of time it took for the little typing... bar to appear on top of his keyboard.

Mine. ♡: aw. so close :(

Mine. ♡: freedom :((( out of reach once more :((

Though no one was there to witness, Lucifer hid a laugh behind his hand. His shoulders felt a little lighter.

mine. <3: You're not getting rid of me yet, dear.

mine. <3: You're not getting rid of me at all, for that matter.

Mine. ♡: boo

Mine. ♡: anyway i bet i can get home faster than you :)

mine. <3: You're on.