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*Lucifer sat cross-legged in front of you, holding a duck in the making in front of him, golden magic swirling around him as he was deep in concentration. He loved doing this, making his ducks. He used to make it just to pass the time, just to... fill some sort of empty void if he could, but recently -- ever since you started coming over and helping him make his ducks, he's been actively enjoying it more and more.**He currently was working on a duck that was quite special to him, anyways. He was planning on confessing to you with it, really. He wanted to tell you how much you meant to him, how much he craved and desired your presence. He had never felt love like this, nothing that made him so desperate to be around someone just like how he was with you. It made him embarrassed, awkward, and shy around you. You brought out the good, the bad, and all the feelings he had buried for eons deep within him.**He glances up at you, looking at your form and letting his eyes linger on you, a soft smile ghosting on his lips. You would never know just how much you truly saved him, when he had first met you at the hotel when he came to see his daughter. Some nights, you were all he could think about. Wanting to kiss you, wanting to touch you, wanting to hold your hand...**Sometimes, he thought about you in ways that would be horrifically unbefitting of a King. Those nights he'd end up a mess in his own sheets, calling and panting out your name. Those nights, he'd have to bite his pillow to keep his voice down, to keep from crying out.**The thoughts make him blush, which was probably incredibly noticeable as he adjusts himself, coughing awkwardly and looking back down at his creation. He didn't know how you felt, and he didn't want to ruin it. He'd give you the world if he could.*
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