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~2nd person POV~
You: Are you awake?
You stare at the text you just sent to no other than Lucifer. He's been holed up in his room ever since he came back home from RAD, which made you worried about him. He didn't come downstairs to eat dinner as well.
He's not answering your messages, you tried to call him but he didn't pick up. It is now 1AM, and you still haven't heard anything from him, you started becoming all the more worried, that is until you got a notification on your phone.
Lucifer: Yes, I am. Is there something you're in need of?
Lucifer: If not, then you better go to sleep. It's late.
Good, he answered. You wanted to make something for him to eat since he skipped dinner, but you thought that he might be fast asleep already. So you texted him to check.
You quietly make your way to the kitchen in hope that you won't meet any of the other brothers, because if you do, they'll most likely ask you to spend time with them.
After you finally make it to the kitchen, you check the cupboards for any remaining ingredients, sighing in relief after seeing that the cupboards are still full. Beelzebub hasn't cleared out the kitchen yet.
You quickly make some sandwiches and tea, you notice a bowl of fruit on the counter and decide to cut up some poison apples for him too, they are his favourite after all. You steadily hold the plate of food between your hands as you make your way to Lucifer's room.
You try to balance the plate on one hand while knocking on the door to Lucifer's room. You hear a muffled 'come in' before you open the door. There sat Lucifer on his desk working his way through a stack of paperwork, though it's more like a mountain rather than a stack. He briefly looks at you before he averts his attention back to his work.
"Do you need something, MC? It's rather late, I thought you would be asleep by now."
"I figured you'd want something to eat since you skipped dinner. You also seemed rather busy these days, when was the last time you got proper sleep?" You say as you slowly make your way to his desk, slowly putting the plate of food on an empty spot.
He sits silently to avoid your question. You give him a worried look, and he notices it, "I'll be fine, no need to worry about me." You silently stare at him before you take his pen away.
"MC, what do you think you're doing?"
"Taking care of you. You're going to eat and rest first. I won't let you finish your work until you do so." You say.
He slightly glares at you, "You dare command me around?", his voice, accompanied by the look he's giving you, sends a shiver down your spine. You've always forgotten that you're dealing with demons because of how nicely the brothers treat you, it's only moments like these that remind you about the fact you're living with the seven rulers of the underworld.
"Very well. I'll do as you say." You look at him, surprised by what he said. Lucifer? The Avatar of Pride himself? Taking orders from a human? You didn't think he'd actually listen to you. You watched as he took the plate of food off his desk and sat on his bed, he looks up at you before he starts speaking again, "You'll be responsible for any unfinished paperwork though."
You try your best to regain your courage to finally speak, "If that's what it takes for you to rest, I shall finish your work for you."
He keeps a stern expression on his face, though he was somewhat surprised at what you said, "The language we use is foreign to humans, isn't it? Would be able to understand it?"
"I learned a few things from Satan, he translated some Devildom books for me and helped me understand them, so I do know a few stuff." You confess.
"Well, that saves a lot of trouble for me then. Good luck on the paperwork." He said while grinning at you, he shifts his gaze to the plate sitting on his lap, and starts to dig in the food you prepared for him, humming in satisfaction.
You look back at the stacks of paperwork sitting on his desk, deeply sighing, you knew this was going to be a long night.
***
The room is dark and filled with silence. The only sounds that could be heard are the soft breathing sounds and the occasional shifting of bodies on the silk sheets of the bed. Lucifer suddenly wakes up from his deep slumber, realizing that he's not alone in the room. He thought one his brothers sneaked in his room again. He was used to it, Mammon sneaking in to take pictures of him while he's asleep or rummaging around his valuable belongings so he can sell them later, Satan and Belphegore plotting to prank him every day and night, all of this has become somewhat of a daily thing to happen.
His body stiffens when he feels something brush against his side. He turns around, ready to yell at whoever dared to break into his room at such a late hour, only for him to see a sleeping figure.
It was MC.
He relaxes after seeing that it was just you, relieved it wasn't one his brothers instead. He looks back at his desk, expecting to see the mountain of paperwork untouched, but instead gets surprised at the sight of his empty desk, about only half a dozen of papers scattered on top of it. He couldn't believe his eyes as they looked back and forth between you and the desk, 'They really did finish up the paperwork..' He thought. Only then does he notice the slightly dark circles under your eyes, you must've worked hard to finish everything up before going to sleep.
A soft smile splattered on his face, "Such a worrywart.." He softly mumbles before laying his head back on his pillow, pulling you closer to his chest. You snuggle up to him in your sleep. He plants a soft kiss on your head before he closes his eyes.
"I love you, MC." , he says before drifting off to sleep. His confession remains unheard, swallowed by the silence filling the room, and forgotten in the tiring night.