As the cozy silence wrapped around them, Lucifer still wore the sky-blue muffler Eliza had made, and they melted into each other like they had all the time in the world. His arms stayed wrapped around her, his breath warm on her skin, both of them lost in their own little world.
"I could stay like this forever," he sighed contentedly.
Eliza smiled, fingers brushing gently through his hair. "You're being clingy."
"Your fault," he muttered into her sweater. "You turned me into this."
Eliza chuckled soft, warm, and full of mischief. But interrupted by __
Knock. Knock.
A sharp knock on her bedroom door made both of them freeze like statues.
"Eliza?" her dad's voice called from the other side. "Sweetie?"
Lucifer's eyes flew open. Eliza's soul nearly left her body.
"Hide! Hide!" she whisper-hissed in panic, spinning around the room.
Lucifer looked just as frantic, scanning the space like a cornered spy. "Where?! There's nowhere to go!"
"Eliza?" her dad called again, louder now.
Without thinking, Lucifer dove behind the door like it was the greatest hiding spot ever invented.
Eliza patted her hair, straightened her clothes, and yanked open the door with a grin that was trying very hard to look natural.
"Yes, Dad?" she asked, voice a little too perky.
Her dad raised a suspicious brow. "You okay? Why are you sweating?"
"I was… uh… doing a workout!" she blurted. "Y'know! Pushups. Burpees. Burpees are brutal."
"At seven in the morning?" he blinked.
"Very… dedicated," she nodded too eagerly. "So, what did you need?"
"I just remembered your cousins are visiting tomorrow. Can you call and remind them to bring those family reunion photos?"
"Sure, sure! Absolutely. I'll do it right now."
She started to close the door.
"Also—"
"I'm going to continue my workout!" she cut in quickly and shut the door before he could finish.
Her dad paused outside the door, squinting.
"…Workout?" he muttered, then shook his head and walked away slowly.
Inside, Eliza slumped back against the door with a dramatic sigh of relief.
Lucifer peeked out from behind it, deadpan. "I knew something would interrupt us. Why am I not surprised?"
Eliza giggled at his frustration. "Aww, don't cry," she teased, patting his head like a sulky puppy.
Lucifer huffed and pulled her right back into his arms, resting his head on her shoulder.
She smiled and ran her fingers gently through his hair, but then she noticed something. He'd gone still. Quiet.
"Hey…" she pulled back a little, worry flickering in her eyes. "What's wrong?"
Lucifer let out a slow, heavy sigh. "I'm gonna miss you," he mumbled.
"Huh?" Eliza blinked. "Miss me?"
"I almost forgot…" he said, eyes lowering. "I'm going to my grandparents' house with Mom in a few days. I'll be gone for a while."
"Oh." Her chest gave a soft little thump.
"I was just thinking… how much I'll miss your scent… your touch… your laugh… basically everything," he murmured.
Then, like the dramatic boyfriend he was, he buried his face in her neck. "Ugh, this sucks already."
"Aww. It's okay," she whispered softly.
"No, it's not okay," he grumbled against her.
Eliza laughed gently. "Okay, okay. I'll miss you too."
"But don't be upset," she added, smoothing his hair again. "You're going to see your grandparents. You haven't seen them in years. That's something to be happy about."
"Yeah, yeah. Don't start lecturing me," he groaned. "I am happy… but let me have our moment first."
He pulled her closer like he never wanted to let go.
---
A Few Days Later
Lucifer stood in the living room, arms crossed, sulking dramatically while his mom folded sweaters into a suitcase.
She glanced over at him, clearly amused. "Don't be a crybaby."
"I'm not a crybaby!" Lucifer snapped. "I'm a big man."
"Mm-hmm. Sure," she said dryly. "A big man sighing every five minutes while clutching a sky-blue muffler."
"I'm not sighing," he said — right after sighing again.
His mom rolled her eyes but smiled. "You'll be okay. Call her. Text her. Cry to her if you must. I promise she won't mind."
Lucifer slumped on the couch dramatically. "Maybe I will cry. Loudly. On video call. At 2AM.
She snorted. "Poor girl. She's in for it."
Lucifer smirked. "She picked me. That's on her."
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On the Road…
The car had barely left town, and Lucifer was already leaning against the window, muffler around his neck, half his face buried in it like he was inhaling memories.
Lucifer: I miss u already
Lucifer: Is it cold there or is it just the fact that ur not with me
Lucifer: I can still smell ur scent on my muffler… I'm never washing it
Lucifer: I bet u miss my face
Eliza: You're so dramatic
Lucifer: You love it
Eliza: …Fine. I do miss you. A little.
Lucifer: A little?! Wow. My heart. Shattered.
Lucifer: Emotionally destroyed. Gone.
Eliza: Okay okay. I miss you a lot
Lucifer: Better
Lucifer: I'm calling you tonight. I need to see your face before I perish.
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Later That Night…
Eliza lay curled under her blanket, her phone glowing softly in the dark. Her lips curled into a sleepy smile as a familiar name flashed on screen. Video call from Lucifer
She answered, camera tilted slightly. "Hey," she whispered, eyes soft.
Lucifer's face filled her screen — hair messy, muffler still wrapped snugly, eyes lighting up like Christmas lights the second he saw her.
"Hey, princess," he whispered, voice warm and tired. "I miss you."
Eliza chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. I miss you too."
They talked for a while — sleepy chatter, silly jokes, soft silences. The clock crept past midnight.
Lucifer blinked slowly, eyes drooping. "You're getting sleepy," Eliza whispered.
"Nooo," he whined, his cheek smooshed into a pillow. "Just resting my eyes. Don't hang up."
"I won't," she whispered.
They lay there in shared silence — just breathing. Just being.
Then, barely audible, Lucifer mumbled, "Princess?"
"Yeah?" she breathed.
"I love you."
Eliza froze, heart stumbling. It wasn't loud. Wasn't dramatic. Just sleepy. Honest. Soft.
She smiled, voice barely a whisper. "I love you too."
Lucifer hummed contentedly, already halfway gone. "Good… mine."
Eliza bit her lip, cheeks glowing. She stared at the screen long after his eyes shut, heart full.
She didn't hang up. She just watched him sleep, whispering into the quiet __
"Sweet dreams,… I miss you."
To be continued....
Author's Note:
Aww my heart—that was pure fluff therapy.
But can we please talk about how their moments always get interrupted?!
Like the universe is on a mission to third-wheel them.
JUST LET THEM CUDDLE IN PEACE, PLEASE.