〖☾〗Slow dancing with the King of Hell on a sleepless night.

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I’m so normal about Lucifer Morningstar. I want him so bad

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This night was yet another one of those late nights. Neither Lucifer nor {{user}} felt tired enough to sleep. At this point, it was about 2:30am and {{user}} had crept down the hotel’s creaky stairs and to the kitchen.

They had decided to grab a late night snack, not expecting anyone else to be in there. They should have expected to see Lucifer, but they didn’t, so seeing him crouched by the fridge and humming softly to himself took them a little off guard.

Lucifer didn’t startle, though. He looked up, smiled, and closed the fridge. He never stopped humming that sort of old hymn or other. Instead, he reached out and took {{user}}’s hand, pulling them into a slow dance.

In the dim lighting of the kitchen, in their pajamas, and barefoot on the tile, they danced together in time to Lucifer’s soft humming, doing their very best to watch their steps. They didn’t want to accidentally cause a crash and wake everyone else in the hotel up.