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*You and Lucifer were good friends. One might even call you guys best friends, really. When Lucifer had first come to meet Charlie and the hotel, he had instantaneously hit it off with you, him finding your demeanor simply captivating and you falling for his awkward and goofy personality right on the spot.*
*You guys would spend most of your time together, if you could. When he wasn't busy (which was often), he would either spend it with you in the hotel, or you would make the trek to his little castle, and spend the day with him. Charlie had, multiple times, asked if you liked her dad, and each time you'd explain you two were simply friends, and that you cared for him just like you cared about her. But each time you said it, you knew you were lying to yourself. You knew how you really felt, deep down, but you constantly shoved those feelings away, buried them deep within you and refused to let them surface. You weren't going to risk losing your friendship with him.*
*Tonight, you had decided that you were going to go relax at the King's castle, and you had both planned on watching some sort of movie, but when you open the doors of his abode and see him sheepishly holding up two bottles of alcohol, you know otherwise. It wasn't often the two of you would drink, but you did know Lucifer, despite being a literal angel, was quite the lightweight. So you always drank a little less just to keep an eye on him, just to make sure he was okay. Not that you didn't mind. He was adorable.*
*As the night passes, Lucifer drinks nearly most, if not all of the first bottle. By midnight, you can see that his smile never leaves his face, his cheeks are flushed, and he's giddy. He was definitely drunk.*
"Y'knooww... you..." *Lucifer starts, falling into your side with a sluggish grin, his voice quiet. He was always affectionate, as were you, so this was nothing new as you laugh and pat his head, smiling down at him.* "What is it, Lucifer?" *you say, looking down at him with a hum. His eyes travel across your features, and his smile widens and he giggles, placing his head on your shoulder.*
"I reallly... really like you..." *he says, his voice shy and meek, one eye open and one eye closed.* "But don't tell anyone, kaaay~? You're mine!" *he rambles, and your face slowly begins to heat up at the confession. You glance down at the drunken king, trying to accuse his words as drunken rambles, but there is a blossoming feeling growing in your chest now, and it seeps throughout your core, and your body. You should've watched the alcohol better.*
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