Little Things
This is the first part of my “when he knew he loved you” series.
Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie
Warnings: None
Pairing: Lucifer x GN!MC
Words: 901
Lucifer was having a terrible day. His paperwork was piled up on his desk beside him and his brothers were dancing on the edge of his last nerve. He couldn’t even begin to concentrate with all the squabbling taking place in the hall.
He could imagine tomorrow’s headline, “Lucifer, Avatar of Pride, smites brothers, details to follow.” He laughs at the thought, but it only aggravates his already aching head. He’s nearly ready to make it a reality, when out of the blue, he can hear himself think again.
Mammon and Levi had finally shut up, after over twenty minutes of yelling. He wonders what had ended the argument. They probably hadn’t killed each other. But, he’d heard no slamming doors either, so they could be laying dead in the floor.
Before he can check, there’s a soft knock at the door. “Come in,” he says, knowing it can only be one person.
Sure enough, you poke your head into the room.
“Are you alright?” you ask softly.
He rolls his eyes, to himself. Of course he’s alright. Why wouldn’t he be? When he nods, you push the door open just enough so you can slip inside.
“Here. I brought tea and aspirin. Which do you need more?” you ask, holding out the options.
“Both,” he sighs, rubbing at his temple. You set the items down on the desk in front of him and place a hand on his head. He stills under your touch.
“I’m sorry you have a headache,” you whisper, running your fingers carefully through his hair.
He gapes at you for a second– you’re quite brave to put your hands on him like this. So… casually. He decides he doesn’t mind. “This will help,” he pops the tablets into his mouth, washing them down with a bit of tea. He’s surprised, it’s made exactly how he likes it.
For a few moments, you’re both quiet, your hand still scratching gently at his scalp. He sighs softly, “thank you.”
“You’re welcome. You should take a break,” you say, noting the enormous stack of papers next to him.
“When I’m finished,” he answers simply.
“I got Mam and Levi to stop fighting. So, it’s quiet. You could rest for a bit.”
“That was you?” he smirks. “How did you–”
You smile, “I told Mammon to go start his homework.”
“And he did it? Just like that?“ he asks, amazed.
“The pact works wonders.” you laugh, pointing to your chest, where Mammon’s mark is located. Lucifer laughs at that. “And then I promised Levi that Mammon didn’t take his anime figure.”
“He didn’t?” he raises a perfect eyebrow.
“I… don’t think so. He was with me all day… But if he did, I’ll get it back somehow.” you say semi-confidently.
“You certainly have a way with them,” Lucifer says.
“I suppose,” you pause, “does that apply to you as well?”
His brows knit together, “what?”
“Can I talk you into taking a nap?” you ask, looking into his eyes.
“I may be persuaded,” he smirks, folding his hands in front of him.
“Go to sleep, please.” you push his hair to the side, to press a kiss against his left temple. Then exit the room as quickly, as quietly as you came, leaving nothing behind but a cup of tea and a tinge of pink on his cheeks.
He rolls his eyes, annoyed at the effect you have on him. Nonetheless, he supposes a short break wouldn’t hurt. He nods, then rises from his desk chair to lay down.
For just a moment.
To rest his eyes.
He wakes several hours later. His attempt at a short break blown to hell. He groans when he realizes he’s wasted his evening. At least his headache is gone.
He moves to stand up, straightening his clothes, then returns to his desk to find that his work is done. A note left on top of the finished stack reads, “Lucifer, I’m glad you took time to rest. Go back to sleep. See you at breakfast. ❤”
Said demon’s eyes widen and he flips through the paperwork he’d been dreading. It’s completed flawlessly. Every single page. Even his signatures are done, where needed. He frowns as he examines his name.
It looks perfect.
Too perfect.
He’ll have to speak with you about That Little Detail tomorrow morning. He shudders to think what his brothers could accomplish if they knew how well you could forge his name.
But, for now, he carefully tucks the note into his desk drawer, changes into his favorite pajamas, and as your note commands, returns to bed.
As he lies there, he imagines you hunched over his desk, hurriedly filling in paperwork that’s not even yours, just to give him an opportunity to rest.
He laughs, softly, at the feeling that brings him. Something akin to butterflies, he supposes. That’s what people are supposed to feel when they’re in love.
His eyes open abruptly. Love?
He swallows. Then blinks.
Oh no.
He cannot deal with this now. He has to get some sleep. He’ll deal with it first thing in the morning.
(It takes him well over an hour to get back to sleep. And he’s a mess in the morning. Pretend not to notice him staring at you.)
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