â just you is what i really need
when you go home and come back earlier than expected ; title creds
lucifer is a busy man and even with your leave, he sticks to his usual routine without a momentâs break. (save for when one of his brotherâs caused yet another form of trouble, of course.) but itâs late at night, when his head throbs and his body aches, that he misses you the most, sinking down into his chair. youâd chastise him for working so late, lucifer lets out a funny sort of half laugh as he thinks of you, scolding him for not taking better care of himself. then youâd sit with him, providing a helping hand to the burdens that rest heavy on his shoulders. something sharp pangs in luciferâs chest and he knows he will have to bear uncomfortably with it, lodging itself in his being until you return. lucky for the demon, that was to come sooner than he expected. the hands in his hair make him stiffen at first, callous words simmering on his tongue, but he soon recognises the touch, melting at its familiarity. âyouâre back early,â he comments, trying to keep his voice steady. and you hum amusedly at the attempt, âneeded to look after you.â with your reply comes a promise - that youâre truly back, real, and for the avatar of pride no less - and lucifer lets the smile grace his expression as he tugs at one of your hands to press a kiss to your palm. âthank you.â
mammon had moped even before you left, the announcement that youâd be returning to the human world for a while enough to leave his spirits dampened. when youâd actually gone, he seemed to trod around the house of lamentation like a little puppy, lost on what exactly to do. and it was day five when he caved and whined down the phone to you, a loud cry of âi couldâve come with you! iâm supposed to be ya first man!â the responding laugh had warmed mammonâs core, despite the tinny receiver, but it does little to soothe the ache in his heart as he settles down for the night, your pillow between his arms to make up for your absence. you shouldâve known mammon wouldnât be in his room but yours when you went to surprise him, slipping through the halls. you find him tucked in your bed, face pressed against your sheets, though the creak of the door had him jumping upwards at the intrusion, half expecting someone to scold him for slinking into your room. instead he was met with a smile. your smile. in an instant, mammonâs launching himself at you, blankets catching at his waist as he holds you close. âyou - youâre back!â he eventually splutters, words tumbling from curved lips. all it takes is a nod of your head for mammon to pull you closer and you grin, âcouldnât help it, i missed my first man.â
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