The tips of their fingers are calloused yet they trail over the apple of your cheeks as if they were the clouds themselves. Their voice was but a hushed breath when they spoke, "..I love you so, so much, you know?"
Trigger/content warnings: negative regression, mention of MC having nightmares
Headcanons/notes from the author: MC is mentioned to have the entire House of Lamentation take care of them sometimes.
Brief Blurb: MC wakes up after having a bad night and Lucifer comforts them.
@kitsune-oji you wanna be tagged for agere fics👉👈
DO NOT INTERACT DD|LG, AB|DL, P*DOS, ETC
Usually when you were regressed, it was when most of the House of Lamentation’s residents were home. This meant they could all assist in taking care of you, even if sometimes you insisted you could do everything yourself. That wasn’t incorrect, since you technically could… but sometimes your mental age made functioning difficult. It was especially awful when you negatively regressed, and didn’t want to take care of yourself at all. Even if it took some convincing, one of them could usually have you cooperate with them so you wouldn’t starve all day or go the night without brushed teeth.
On this particular morning, however, Lucifer was miraculously the only one home besides yourself. You were feeling on the edge of regressing for a few days now, and you thought you could hold it back… but you had nightmares in your sleep. There you were, crying and completely frazzled by your mental age paired with awful images in your head. You were only half aware of the regression that had happened, too focused on how frightened you were.
You may have been crying for an hour by the time Lucifer knocked on your bedroom door. “_____?” he called, having heard the cries. “Is something wrong?”
Tears slipping down your face, you quickly hid underneath your blanket in a vain attempt to muffle your noise. Lucifer didn’t need to see you! You could handle it! Everything was fine!
“I’m… coming in, okay?” He carefully opened the door, feeling his chest tighten at the display before him. “Oh… _____…” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he carefully placed a hand on your blanketed form. When you didn’t squirm away, Lucifer began to rub circles on what he was quite sure was your back. “Do you want to talk about it…?” he asked very quietly. “If you don’t, that’s alright. We don’t have to talk about anything.”
You didn’t really want Lucifer in that moment, but he was the only demon around… Plus, now that he was here, you really didn’t want to try and make him leave. Everything was scary and his ministrations were so comforting… You hesitantly peeked out at him from underneath your blanket, blinking out a few more tears. “Luci…”
“There’s my precious human…” he cooed, carefully wiping tears from your cheek. “Have you eaten? I can make you something.” You adjusted yourself to snuggle your head into his lap, and he carefully ran the back of his hand over your cheek. “Do you want food…?”
After a moment of consideration, you mumbled, “Food…”
“Okay, let’s go, _____.” He delicately scooped you up into his arms, allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder. He held the back of your neck as he stood up and carried you to the kitchen, doing his best to not disturb you. “What do you want to eat, hm?”
You whined a little, gripping onto his vest and feeling more tears trickle from your eyes. “Dunno…”
Taking a deep breath, Lucifer adjusted you in his arms and kissed your forehead. “Alright. What about cereal puffs? Would you like some puffs and juice?” He didn’t want to get too frustrated with you, knowing you were mentally a toddler and that something had upset you. “Does that sound good, little one…?”
Sniffling and huffing, you nodded into his chest. “Mmhm…”
“Alright, let’s get you some puffs and juice, then.” He tried to set you down, but you dug your fingers into him and refused to let go. “_____, I need to put you down for a minute. It won’t take very long, I promise.” After thinking about it, you let him sit you on one of the breakfast bar stools. He placed a soft kiss on your forehead before going to collect your sustenance.
Despite his comfort, you were still crying. Everything was just awful, and you almost wanted to change your mind about food so you could go back to bed. Lucifer retuned to you and had you hold your sippy of juice, as well as the puffs, then picked you up once again. He carried you into the common area and sat on the couch with you, giving you the most reassuring smile he could before helping you open your snack. “Luci…?”
“Mm?”
“S-Sorry…” you muttered.
Lucifer shook his head and kissed your temple. “Don’t apologize. I’d rather you regress than most other things beings will do when they’re upset.” He petted your face as you ate, wiping away your tears every once in a while. “It’s going to be alright. I’ve got you.”
You snuggled closer to him, tears lessening as time went on. The world began to feel less scary, and having a full tummy was helping you relax. You were grateful Lucifer was willing to help, even if at first you didn’t want it.
Trigger/content warnings: Satan and MC are comfortable enough with each other that Satan changes clothes within their range of sight
Headcanons/notes from the author: people complain about Satan being catboy-ified in canon but I think this side of him is cute. (Though they certainly overdo it sometimes when he has other aspects that could be explored. Bleh.)
Brief Blurb: Satan’s new Halloween costume arrives.
You quickly hurried into Satan’s room with the Akuzon package that had arrived. The sudden intrusion caused the demon to gaze up at you, and he chuckled with a perked eyebrow. “Are you quite alright?”
“Your costume is here!”
He quickly marked his spot in the book he was reading before scrambling to join you on the floor. “It’s early?”
“Yeah!” You tore off the tape and haphazardly dug into the box, revealing soft, faux grey fur. Carefully, you handed him the ears before digging out the onesie. “You’re going to be such a cute kitty!”
Satan attempted to hide his face in his fringe, but to no avail. Red cheeked, he muttered, “W-Well, I’d hope so. No cat isn’t cute.” Thinking of a question, you bit your lip and snorted. He perked an eyebrow at you, trying to keep calm. “Do you disagree?”
“It’s not that,” you told him. “I just wonder… would you say that if the cat in question was Lucifer?”
Satan’s face contorted, thoroughly horrified. “_____! Do not make me consider that.”
You giggled and patted his head. “Alright, alright. Lets get you in your kitty costume then. We need to make sure it fits.” After passing the onesie to him, you dug into the box once more to find the fingerless gloves with toe beans on them while he changed. When he told you he was decent, you gazed at him and gave a soft chuckle. “Cute!”
Satan’s face flushed pink as he adjusted his cat ears. “I… feel cute.” He sat next to you, then asked, “Are those the gloves?”
“Yeah.” You gently took his hands and slid the gloves on for him, causing his face to turn even brighter in hue. “Cute kitty.”
Satan gripped and ungripped his hands to test how it felt. “Am I…?”
“Very!” You delicately brushed some of his hair out of his face. The grey fur suited him, and he seemed so content in his new costume. “You know, you could probably use it outside of Halloween.”
Better the Devil you know than the seven perfect strangers of demons that have suddenly become your roommates for the next twelve months, or however the saying goes.
