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❤️The Way I Love You (Ace/Aro MC)❤️

Summary:
MC (He/Him) tells Lucifer what's on his mind, and explains the way he feels about him.

Contains:
Ace/Aro MC, communication, mutual unconfessed love, queerplatonic relationship.

Queerplatonic Relationship : A committed intimate relationship that is not fully romantic or sexual in nature, but is more than just traditional friendship.

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MC found himself relaxing in the comfy couch chair in Lucifer's office. It was his chair at this point, with how much time he spent there with the demon.

This was because Lucifer's prescience, oddly enough, soothed him. He was a very dedicated and reliable companion, and that brought a sense of stability to the human's life.

When he was ill, Lucifer came to him with medicine and food. When he was tired, Lucifer lent him a shoulder for rest. When he sorrowed, Lucifer had gentle words to put his heart at ease.

As MC reminisced on this, a soft and mellow piano piece flowed from the record player on the mantle. The tune filled the air with a serene comfort.

His lazy gaze drifted, and settled on his demon. He stared at the sharp angle of his jaw, and the elegant hand dipping a feather pen into ink, and the dark eyelashes that flitted when he blinked or started writing on a new line. A deep fondness grew in his chest for Lucifer, and everything that he was.

Lucifer looked up.

"Is there something you need?" He asked, putting a pause to the rhythm of his work.

Lucifer admired the human just as much as he admired him. With his charisma and defiance, he'd dug a way into Lucifer's heart, with no signs of leaving. The warmth of this affection spread from his chest, to his arms, to his hands, leaving a soft tingle in his fingertips. He patiently waited for MC to respond, faint anticipation turning in his stomach.

The truth was, MC wondered what Lucifer thought of him. He knew that he loved Lucifer, in his own way. He wanted to remain by his side, to continue sitting with him in this office, to listen to his favorite records, to reach out and hold him when either of them needed the comfort, to idly chat long into the night, to feel the breeze on long walks with him, to help make his hair in the morning, and to bid him good night with a kiss to his cheek.

What he did not know, however, was if Lucifer loved him back or not. And if he did, what was the nature of his love? Was it platonic? Romantic? Sexual? All of the above? More than that? Would Lucifer accept his love? Would it make him happy? MC sighed at all these questions.

"_____," Lucifer said his name, gentle as a breeze. He reached a hand over the desk to touch MC's fingertips. "What's on your mind?"

The human lightly smiled, though not happily. He shook his head and stared at his hands. "Nothing, really," he quietly said. With more of a playful tone, he ordered: "It's nothing, so get back to work."

Lucifer raised a brow, unconvinced. "Must I? So soon?" He grinned when MC gave him an absolute nod. However, he made no move to continue his work. Instead, he carefully planned words, wanting to find a way to help without pressing him too much. "Nonsense," he said. "These papers aren't due till next week anyway. I'm merely working ahead, in hopes of having more time to spend with you."