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leviathans-watching · 1 year

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Ummm.... Hi!!

I recently saw your blog and I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT-

So I was thinking can you do an obey me fanfic (mainly fluff) where mc gets cursed and falls unconscious but when they wake they cling to the first person they see...

Like they woke up and saw lucifer first so because of the curse they will cling to Jim all day???

Thanks

your heart's my horizon

includes: lucifer x gn!reader ( no pronouns mentioned)

wc: 1.8k | rated g | m.list | crossposted on ao3

a/n: lord this ended up getting away from me and sort of being what you requested but i hope you enjoy regardless!! thank you for requesting! my inbox is open to chat, req, and leave feedback so come say hello <3 (title from lighting by tiger lili)

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Summary:

“And you don’t know what kind of curse?” Lucifer runs a hand through his hair anxiously. You stir slightly but still do not wake.

“We've got it narrowed down. Nothing too harmful, at least for demons, but the main concern is that we’re not sure how it’ll interact with a human. We’re just waiting for MC to wake at this point.”

Lucifer crouches down, examining your face closely. At least you don’t look like you’re in pain. Removing a glove, he presses the back of his hand to your forehead. It’s as he’s doing this that your eyes flutter open, taking him in.

“MC?” he asks panickedly, and Diavolo hurries closer, leaning over you as well. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m more than alright,” you say, sitting up. “Now that you’re here, Lucifer, I’m perfect.”

“What the hell happened?” Lucifer knows he’s snapping, knows he’s losing his composure, but the sight of you, pale and still on the cot is something he never wanted to see again.

“We’re not quite sure,” Diavolo says, placing a hand on his arm. “It seems to be an accidental cursing. From what I've heard, two students were fighting and MC seemed to be caught up in the mix accidentally. wrong place, wrong time.”

Lucifer’s eyes glow red. “And where are these students?”

Diavolo smiles, showing that he too, is angry. “Oh, don’t worry. I've left them in Barbatos’ care.”

“And you don’t know what kind of curse?” Lucifer runs a hand through his hair anxiously. You stir slightly but still do not wake.

“MC?” he asks panickedly, and Diavolo hurries closer, leaning over you as well. “Are you alright?”

“Oh, I’m more than alright,” you say, sitting up. “Now that you’re here, Lucifer, I’m perfect.”

Lucifer exchanges an unsure glance with Diavolo.

“Does your head hurt? do you feel dizzy or nauseous?” he presses, and you catch his still-ungloved hand, pressing it to your cheek.

“I guess I am suffering a little,” you begin with a sigh. “Lack of contact with you, Lucifer. It’s a very serious ailment.”

And look, sure you joke and dole out compliments with a generous hand, but not like this.

“Something's wrong,” Diavolo says, coming to the same conclusion as Lucifer. “We need to figure out what that curse was, and quickly.”

“There's nothing wrong,” you say, leveling a glare at Diavolo.

“Ah, of course,” he says, but to Lucifer, his eyes say this needs to be fixed ASAP!!!!

“Well,” Lucifer starts delicately, not wanting to upset you, “since you seem to be feeling okay do you want to head back to the House of Lamentation?” Not only will that remove you from prying eyes and future embarrassment, it will also make it easier to observe as it’ll be in your normal habitat.

“As long as you’re with me, I don't care where we go,” you say dreamily, still holding his hand.

And look. Lucifer had often dreamed of you saying such things (well, maybe not so quite over the top) but not like this. Not when it was fabricated, induced by a curse with unknown effects. Your affection, given as it is now, is only making him uncomfortable, especially for your sake.

He helps you stand, still wary that you’ll be unsteady, but you’re solid. And determined to cling to his arm.

“I guess we’ll go back to the House of Lamentation, see if the effects wear off by themself,” he says to Diavolo, who nods.

“I trust you to take care of MC,” Diavolo agrees, tone hard. “I’ll pay a visit to Barbatos, see what progress he’s made.”

It's times like this that Lucifer remembers why Diavolo’s lord of the Devildom.

Thankfully, the trip back to the house, while awkward, doesn’t take too long. You don’t seem to recover, continuing to hang on and compliment him, and Lucifer’s just grateful that he can get you to his room without his brothers noticing, because that’d be another headache and a half.

His room, because his brothers know better than to go into his space (most of the time; mammon, he’s looking at you), and tend to just barge into yours whenever they feel inclined to.

“I love being in your room,” you say as he deposits you on his bed. “It's like my own little glance into your world. I feel lucky whenever I’m allowed in here.”

“Is that so?” he asks, hanging his coat in his closet. you watch him, closely, and his neck prickles.

“It is so. And have I mentioned that I love how you speak? It’s so refined and polite most of the time, and I like that, but I really like when you get more casual, when I can hear your emotions.”

“You have mentioned that,” Lucifer replies drily. “Many times.”

Every time he’d opened his mouth on the way back, to be specific.

“You’re just perfect,” you carry on, “not literally, of course, but I’ve never met such a determined and caring man. The steps you take for the Devildom, your brothers, me… well, I notice them, and appreciate them. I see how hard you can be on yourself and it makes me sad. You’re already so great but always striving for more, to do more. Who you are and what you’ve done is more than enough. I wish you’d realize that, and realize that we all love and care for you greatly.”

Damn you. How do you manage to know exactly what to say even while under a curse?

“I appreciate your kind words–” he begins, but you cut him off.

“And you’re perfect on the outside too. I mean, have you seen yourself? I swear, when I first came to the Devildom I was so taken aback by your attractiveness that I missed half of the opening speech.”

You continue to wax on and on about his hair, his smile, his teeth, his muscles, and even his hands, all while Lucifer’s face grows hotter and hotter. It's still uncomfortable to hear you say such things, and he’s never been good at accepting compliments, especially from those he’s close to.

“Are you hungry?” he asks, desperately grasping at straws for a distraction. Any distraction. It's been nearly an hour since you woke up, nearly an hour of nonstop flattery!

you pause, thinking. “I suppose so. a little bit, at least.”

“Great,” Lucifer says quickly. “I’ll grab you a snack. You stay here, and uh, entertain yourself by looking through my things or something.”

He leaves you looking all too delighted and wondering where to start.

He takes his time prepping a snack, and honestly probably goes a little overboard, ending up with a meal’s worth of food, but he really is trying to put off going back up to you. doesn’t Diavolo have information by now?

It’s as he’s thumbing through his DDD to check that his name flashes on the screen. In an instant, Lucifer accepts the call, pressing it to his ear. “did you figure it out?”

“Um–” Diavolo’s tone is odd, almost as if he’s suppressing… laughter? Lucifer doesn’t see what there is to laugh about. “–yes. Apparently, the two students were fighting because one accused the other of cheating with his girlfriend and attempted to cast a truth curse upon him, which instead hit MC.”

“A truth curse?” Lucifer repeats dumbly. A curse that lasts for about an hour, makes the victim tell only the truth, and lowers their guard so they’re more inclined to speak. “So that means–”

“That the compliments that MC showered upon you were the truth.”

Lucifer hangs up without saying goodbye, stunned. So everything you had said, everything you felt… all of it was the truth?

And it had been over an hour by this point.

Setting the plate on the counter recklessly, Lucifer hurries back up to his room, only hesitating when he reaches the closed door. How can he face you?

Pushing past his nerves, he knocks gently, opening the door. You sit where he’d left you, face buried in your hands. So the curse had worn off, then.

“MC?”

You flinch, shaking your head. “Oh my god,” you say, words muffled by your hands. “This is the worst day ever.”

Lucifer can’t believe he hadn’t thought of the mortification and violation you must be feeling. To have your feelings forcibly outed like that could not have been pleasant.

“If you do not wish to speak of it, then we can pretend today never happened,” he says carefully, sitting beside you on the bed, but not touching you at all. “I’m sorry.”

“It's not your fault,” you say, finally looking over at him. Your face is pale, eyes a little bit glassy, but overall, you’re holding your composure remarkably well. Better than he would in such a predicament. “I’m sorry. I never meant to burden you with my feelings like this. ugh, I’ve put you in such an awkward position. I know you can’t return them so I was just never going to speak of it, but there goes that plan.”

“Can’t return them?” Lucifer leaps past every logical thing to say. “Who said that? Matter of fact, who said I don’t?”

“What?”

Lucifer rubs the back of his neck, feeling oddly exposed. “When you were saying all of those things, I was uncomfortable. uncomfortable, because they were a lot out of nowhere and I was under the assumption it was a love curse or some other form of fake feelings, but to find out you meant it all is something else entirely. I’m not sorry your feelings were exposed, only that it happened in that way.”

Lord, he’s messing this all up, isn’t he?

“I feel the same way about you, MC,” he says seriously, and your jaw literally drops. “So forgive me for being selfish and not wanting to pretend this never happened, as I suggested earlier.”

“You feel the same way?” you ask, eyes wide. “As in, you like me?”

Lucifer huffs out a chuckle. “At this point, it’s probably stronger than ‘like’ but if that is the name you wish to give these feelings, then yes, I like you, MC.”

You’re silent for a long moment and rare nerves begin to build in his chest.

“If that’s too much for you to accept–”

“No!” you practically yell. “I mean, no, it’s not! I'm just taken aback. Because I never thought that that could be a possibility.”

“Why not? You’re brave, kind, and smart. and not to mention, attractive,” he says, a slight tease to his tone, and you groan. “Too soon?”

“Yes! I'm so embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” he assures you. “While it was uncomfortable to listen to in the moment, looking back on it is actually quite nice now that I know it’s the truth.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he confirms.

You give him a small smile and it’s like the sun has come out. “Well, I’ll probably still be embarrassed for a long, long time, but it’s nice to know that. Thank you.”

Your hand inches towards his on the bed, and as your pinkies brush, Lucifer realizes he never put his gloves back on when he’d taken them off earlier. Not without a bit of hesitation, he takes your hand, and it’s much nicer than earlier.

It's still too soon to put a name on what this new and fragile thing between you is, or even do anything further, but Lucifer’s patient. He’s willing to wait. The day had had enough excitement and revelation already, there was no need to rush anything else.

Especially telling Diavolo, Lucifer thinks frustratedly, remembering his friend’s poorly concealed humor at the whole situation.

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