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Lucifer was never proud of the scars where his final pair of wings used to be. It was one of the few things his pride would never be able to cover up. The scars were nasty, like the wings were ripped away. To make it worse, they were clearly visible against his skin. He hated remembering that he even lost his wings, hated the thought of how he fell even more. So hearing you ask to see his entire back to see his wings better made him incredibly weary. “Why would you want to see them up close? There’s really nothing special about them.” His face twisted into a frown as he muttered. You huffed, “Maybe not to you because you’ve had them for forever. Humans don’t exactly see demons with pretty wings!” He seemed to think for a split second. You were right, of course humans didn’t see wings as beautiful as his everyday. He groaned, finally deciding on an answer. “Fine. But you only get to touch the wings.” He watched as a grin spread across your features.
Your fingers gently brushed against the feathers of his wings. As you ran your hands over his wings, he shivered, they had gotten so much more sensitive after the fall. The feathers had started to puff up after you’d touched them. He heard you giggle and felt embarrassed for a moment. Then he felt your fingers press against the scars. Lucifer tensed up immediately, those scars hadn’t been touched in so long. “I thought I told you to only touch the wings, MC…” You let out a small sigh. “You don’t gotta be so scared of me seeing these scars. I, for one, think that they add to your beauty.” Lucifer paused for a minute, you thought they made him even prettier? How could you think that? He just couldn’t understand it. “I don’t understand, but thank you, MC.” A lovely smile spread across your face. He jumped as he felt you plant a soft kiss to his scar. “MC!!”