Ways in which MC and Lucifer act like a married couple before dating.
When Lucifer and you made it official to everyone that you were together, it didn't come as much of a surprise. They saw the signs months ago.
The first one was quite mundane. It was a weekday, and Lucifer was on dinner duty. You had arrived from RAD quite early, and already finished everything in your task list for the day.
Normally, Lucifer would complain about being the only one bothered enough to make a proper dinner. Beelzebub usually ate all the ingredients before starting. Mammon threw all his ramen into a big pot and called it a day. Leviathan forgot that the oven was still on and burned everything. Asmodeus hated the smell of garlic on his freshly painted nails. Belphegor ordered takeout and pretended it was his cooking to avoid the hassle. Satan did tend to be more competent, until anybody entered the kitchen and he got bothered.
Still when others, such as Simeon, actually offered to help Lucifer, he turned them away. He had his own organization. He may complain but he didn't need help.
Your soft footsteps made his hand still the knife on the cutting board. He had learned the sound you made when walking long ago.
"Do you need any help?" you asked, moving to the sink to wash your hands already.
Silence stretched. For a second, you thought he was angry.
"Sure. You may stir the pot" He said, nodding to the soup on the stove. "Talk to me about your day" he said.
When the brothers, lured in by the delicious scent of a proper meal, made their way to the living room, their augmented hearing made them catch bits of the conversation.
Beelzebub and Asmodeus peeked their head in.
You were speaking, sitting down on the stool, any tasks long forgotten. Lucifer was pulling out the freshly made bread from the oven. He was listening. His face was relaxed. And he was interested in what you were saying.
Another time, up in the human world, the seven brothers were talking about their plans for the day.
Asmodeus would join Mammon at a fashion show where he got a gig, the fifth born being the designer of the outfits. Satan got a ticket to a movie adaptation of his favourite book. Leviathan, Beelzebub and Belphegor were interested in going to a Gastronomic anime fair.
Lucifer, turning away from all of them, had simply announced he'd be going to a factory tour nearby. He had already expected the groans from his brothers, calling him all sorts of names. Of course nobody would come with him.
"Oh! Can I come with you?" You asked suddenly, stepping beside him, your hand already reaching for his arm. "Is it the factory that makes the pens that you like?"
Not only were you willing to go, but you remembered his earlier comment.
All the brothers stopped their groaning to look at the two of you.
"A pen factory." Repeated Satan. They had all made far more interesting plans, hoping to allure you to spend a day with one of them. And you chose the pen factory tour.
"Well, of course!"You said cheerfully. "Lucifer was quite excited about it."
The demon in question straightened his tie, the smirk on his face angering all of them. He had won.
The others groaned, now for an entirely different reason.
