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It’s been a long day.
Why did everyone feel the need to fight with each other today, and all at the same time? Sometimes it feels as if you’re only here to babysit them. Although, you’d definitely take breaking up a Satan-Asmo fight over the sheer loneliness you felt in the human world. You were definitely much, much happier here, and as thankful as you are to Lord Diavolo for this opportunity… It just got so tiring sometimes.
You decide to go to your room and sleep, because, really, that’s all you can do sometimes.
As you get comfortable and throw your blanket over yourself, you suddenly realise something. The only one who wasn’t fighting with anyone was Lucifer. In fact, you hadn’t seen him in the HoL all day!
… Is he alright? Maybe you should go pay him a visit before you fall asleep?
You sigh as you get out of your extremely comfortable bed. You’re not sure why you’re going to him in the first place. If something was wrong, he’d probably let you know, surely…?
Nope, scratch that. He’s the avatar of Pride for a reason. He almost never comes to you first with stuff like that.
You walk over to his room, still pretty sleepy, and knock at his door twice.
“Hey! It’s me.” You announce, yawning immediately after.
You hear the sound of a chair creaking. “Come in, the door’s open,” you hear Lucifer say.
As you let yourself in, you notice that his entire room is… messed up. Like it’s not exactly messy , but just messed up . The music he’s usually playing to relax himself is off, the work on his table looks unfinished, his bed looks like it hasn’t been slept on in days. The usual sense of calmness and authority is just gone .
And then you finally let yourself look at Lucifer himself, who is gazing up at you from his chair with a half smile, and incredibly… pitiful eyes. He looks so sad , and it doesn’t suit him one bit. His hair looks disheveled too.
“Um… are you doing okay? I didn’t see you all day.” I missed you, you know? is what you really want to say, but you stop yourself, for no real reason.
“Simply finishing up some work. I’ll be back tomorrow. I hope my brothers didn’t give you too much trouble. Barbatos told me about what happened today.” His expression suddenly turns softer than it already was. “Maybe I should talk about this with Mammon. In my absence, he’s supposed to make sure that everything is proper, instead of leaving it up to you.”
His last sentence should’ve sounded threatening or angry, but… he sounds so touched for some reason.
“It’s fine. I like taking care of them,” You assured him, “Honestly, you guys are like a second family to me, so I’m fine with taking care of any fights or y’know, whatever..”
Lucifer laughs, softly. “That’s good to know, but are you sure they don’t tire you out? You look exhausted.”
You let out an indignant chuckle. “Well, so do you. You look like you could use a million hugs and some Demonus.”
“Is that so? Well, are you offering them to me?” He asks, with a smile on his face.
“I’m sure Lord Diavolo can arrange the Demonus for you, but are you asking me for a hug?” You question, hoping to tease him a little bit.
“Well, in your words, ‘a million hugs’.”
“So you are asking, correct?”
To that, Lucifer lets out a whine that is extremely unlike him, and when he notices what he just did, he turns his chair away from you and appears to be trying his best to look as Serious as he possibly can.
It does absolutely nothing to hide his embarrassment, but it makes you want to hold him all the more. You practically throw yourself at him, his position and chair be damned . If your prideful boyfriend wants a hug and refuses to properly ask for it, then he has given you no other options other than to do this.
As you get slightly more comfortable, you notice that Lucifer has basically buried his face in your chest, and is holding on to you for dear life. It wasn’t like how he usually hugged you.
You kiss the top of his head lovingly, as if to finally say, I missed you, you know? And he holds you even tighter to say, I know, me too.
The two of you just stay like that for what felt like ages, even though it was just a mere five minutes. When Lucifer finally looks up at you, he smiles, like genuinely smiles, and it’s adorable – a word you never thought you’d use to describe Lucifer.
“I appreciate you, you know.” He admits. “Not just… because of what you do for us. I appreciate everything you do for me , too.”
“You don’t –”
“Let me finish. I’m not… good at this sort of thing. Comfort. But somehow you always know when I need it, when I need you , and I hope you know that I love you and even if I’m… admittedly, a little caught up with my duties most of the time, I’m here for you too.” He takes a deep breath after saying these words.
“I love you too. Just… take care of yourself, okay? And if asking for help is hard for you, let’s come up with a small signal kind of thing for it – if that could help.”
“Sure, a signal. But like what?”
“Like… you can squeeze my hand three times, or something like that.”
Lucifer thinks about it for a second, then nods. “Three squeezes it is. You can do that to me, too. If things ever get overwhelming for you, or otherwise.”
You give him a thumbs up, as you proceed to let go of him, but are stopped by his hands holding onto yours.
“You’re leaving already? I thought you said you’d give me a million hugs, no?”
You look at him, feigning irritation. “Fiiiine. But if I fall asleep in your arms, you’ll have to deal with it.”
Lucifer chuckles. “I’m counting on it.”