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Simeon: If I were a gardener, I'd put our tulips together

MC: I love you

Asmo:

Solomon:

Asmo: Well?

Solomon: If I were a gardener, you'd be my hoe

i dont know if you write angst stuff but i have a request for howl pendragon x dead past lover reader

so imagine this set post ending and sophie just cleaning the "castle" as for usual, while cleaning howl's room she saw a picture of a man/woman/person lovingly hidden away and on the back it says "my starlight" in howl's handwriting then she asks howl about it and howl shares how long before sophie came, this person was the one who accompanies him and practically helped him raised his apprentice, his starlight, his first love that died for some reason (maybe protecting him for extra angst?)

ur choice on how sophie reacts to knowing that even tho theyre together now and there was no doubt that howl loves him, its obvious that his heart still belongs to this person

also lemme formally introduce myself, my name is ilyushka or ilya for short and i hope u dont mind me becoming a regular now because you and your blog is literally my comfort place now

- Ilyushka -

— signed, your beloved Howl

💭summary; it's... pretty much all up there ^^^ they did all the hard work, i'm just typing it out-

💭character(s); Howl Pendragon, Sophie Hatter, Michael (mentioned)

💭warnings; angst, mentions of loved-one's death, pseudo unrequited love, gender neutral reader!

—notes; hello, darling Ilya! it's lovely to meet you! I am truly in love with this request and I hope that you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! this was so original and so very pretty! i was also listening to this to help channel the angst: [song] hope it worked! i also hope that my blog stays a comfort place for you, pretty!

Sophie moved with the pitter-patter of the rain, allowing it to guide her rhythm as she moved throughout the castle, weaving in and out of room and hall as she cleaned. Perhaps it was due to the fact that she often found the sound of rain to serve as a source of white noise, but Sophie's usually vigorous, precise movements were languid and almost lethargic as she swept and beat dust from the many mismatched rugs that covered the castle's floors.

Even as Sophie moved into the bedroom that she now shared with the infamous wizard Howl, her heavy eyes were drawn to the sight of her bed, wide and soft, practically calling out to her to lie down for just a moment.

After several moments of arguing with herself, reminding herself that she'd never finish in time if she were to lay down now, she decided to give into the urge to rest upon the embroidered down pillows that Howl saved just for her.

Even as her fiery red hair broke free of its usual braid, having been tossled about from hours of tedious cleaning and washing from this morning, Sophie swept the braid to her back before laying down. She groaned softly as she felt her muscles relax, allowing her to melt into the embrace of the bed she now knew so well. A small smile found purchase upon her lips as she was reminded of Howl's musk, finding that their sheets still maintained his signature scent of fresh air, fire wood, and various flower-based perfumes he still fuddled with to this day.

Before she even realized it, the sound of the rain against the flimsy panes of glass that resided on the wall beside her had lulled her to sleep, allowing the house to fill with a gentle kind of quietness that dared not be broken by even the smallest of mice.

Sophie dreamed of many things: of her life back home, of her dear sisters, and of Vanny's gentle eyes, and of course, of her Howl. Yet, this time, she dreamed only of the gentle side of him that he desired to keep private. As if the well-tempered, tame side of himself were only meant to be shared between him and his beloved. That the moments in which he looked at her with such love filled eyes that her anger toward him was forfeit, and in which he brushed her hair behind her ear so gently it was as if he feared she would break, were all meant for her to see, and only her.

She awoke feeling more love for her husband than she had felt for a while, and the strong desire for him to return home accompanied it. Even as she rolled onto her opposite side, her eyes still shut tight, she wished to feel his warmth against her as she turned. However, upon opening her eyes, she found that she would have to wait even longer before she could see her husband's irritably handsome face once again.

Sophie rose to her feet, her eyes still filled with sleep as she carefully felt her way along the cluttered nightstand that resided on Howl's side of the bed. Instead of finding purchase on the smooth, cool varnish of the wood, her palm was met only with various gems and stones and things, most probably filled with some type of forgotten magic, and knickknacks of wood and metal that resembled either a person or place upon its surface. However, buried amongst them was an item that Sophie had yet to see. Her curious hands moved to where her eyes resided, and found a picture frame of silver lying face down beneath the clutter of the rest of the many things Howl certainly needed to sort through tonight.

As she turned the frame over within her light grasp, she felt her lips part as an involuntary gasp barely passed between them. Within the frame was an image of the most beautiful being that Sophie had ever seen. It was difficult to tell their finer details apart from the faded background they rested upon, as the image seemed to be covered in a black sort of grime that only stained her fingers the more Sophie dared to wipe it off, but she could tell that they were certainly no average looking person like her.

Their eyes seemed to shine through the black smear upon the canvas, and their color was as brilliant as the life that seemed to pour from their figure. Even though she only held a picture frame within her hands, Sophie felt as if she were in the presence of a very important being, but one that seemed as gentle and as kind as the summer breeze itself. Her heart seemed lighter the longer she stared, only for another, much heavier feeling to take its place as she was able to make out handwriting hidden well within the corner of the image, almost covered entirely by the edge of the frame and the black grime.

Sophie made her way to the nearest windowsill and allowed for the few remaining golden rays of sunlight to shine upon the corner of the picture. Her lips moved as her eyes made out the words upon the image, but her voice remained silent all the same.

"My starlight. Signed, your beloved Howl"

Sophie's eyes rose to take in the sinking sun before her as her mind raced. Who was this wonderous being, and why did Howl seem to care for them so? Was there someone she did not know about or...

No, that couldn't be the case, she assured herself. By the looks of the quality of the image, it had been very poorly taken care of for quite a long time. Still, Sophie would have to ask him when he returned.

So, Sophie situated herself by the fireplace, contemplating just how she would bring this up during dinner tonight, or even if she should. But in her mind, if she were to continue being Howl's wife and he her husband, then there should be no secrets between the two of them. So although her heart still felt unsatisfied by the many excuses and faux answers that she came up with to soothe herself in the mean time, she found herself once again patching the holes in one of Howl's suits.

And that was just how he found her when he arrived home, working the needle on one of his newest jackets, mumbling to herself about something he decided he wouldn't even bother making out himself. He was tired, and all that he wanted now that he was home was to simply lie in the arms of his beloved wife, and let her scold him about how late he had returned once again as he fell asleep in her embrace.

Yet, Sophie seemed to have other plans.

"Who is this?" Sophie asked, obviously trying to hide the hint of impatience that carried within her tone, but failing nonetheless. Still Howl decided to play along, letting Sophie place an oddly familiar piece of silver into his hands.

He froze for a few good moments as he realized what had been handed to him. His starlight. The face of his starlight was staring back at him with eyes that he nearly managed to forget that he missed. Seemingly alive, seemingly... there again. This silent exchange between Howl and the image did not at all go unnoticed by Sophie, and she couldn't help the bit of jealousy that bubbled up from her chest and onto her tongue as she once again asked Howl about the person trapped within the frame.

"They’re..." Howl began, trying but failing miserably to find the right words to explain just who this person was, and how they had remained just out of reach for so long.

Finally, after his eyes grew less dull and his tongue less dry, Howl gave in.

"Sophie, my love," he began, his tone far softer and much quieter than Sophie had ever remembered hearing before, even when he spoke to Michael.

"This is... someone I once knew long ago. They were... much like what you are to me now, but from what seems to be another life."

A gentle but sad smile tilted the corners of Howl's lips, and Sophie immediately began to wonder if her jealousy was rightly placed with anger, or if she should have simply let this go.

"A very long time ago, I've even forgotten just how long..." Howl laughed to himself, but it did not take a fool to see that there was no joy in his doing so.

"I met them. This... beautiful, powerful, magical being... they were perfect in every way, and I wanted to be just like them."

Sophie couldn't deny the sting that she felt at his words, but she also could not deny that she had not seen such a look in Howl's eyes as long as she had known him.

That was the night that Sophie learned of the place you held within Howl's heart. Of the times that he had spent wooing you with far more than just his guitar. How he had used nothing more than his words and honest attempts to pursue you as his only methods of gathering your attention. How, once he finally was able to call you his, you agreed to teach him all that you knew, only to later on assist him with his pupil.

How Michael had been your favorite with how sweet and innocent he was at the time. With how gentle you were with children and how kindly you treated Howl and his insecure heart. Sophie saw that you even now held Howl in your hands, and you had not a clue.

Or perhaps you did. But, she would never be able to ask, as she found that you had died rather long ago. Even in such a valiant attempt to save his life, Sophie could see the hurt and anguish held within the tears that threated to fall from Howl's eyes before they soon cascaded endlessly down his cheeks. Nonetheless, he continued to speak as if this were a story he would only ever tell once, and that if Sophie so much as breathed too loud to hear, then that would be a piece that she would miss for eternity.

Sophie's stubborn heart swooned as Howl spoke of how his encounters with the very witch that had cursed her had lead to your demise. That a bought of jealousy from the witch had caused her to hunt you endlessly, somehow always finding you wherever you and Howl had hidden away, and all at the expense of Howl's meaningless flirting before a time where he had even known you.

And despite learning how much of a beautiful person you were, and how you were certainly a person that Howl not only love, but deeply admired, Sophie couldn't help but feel a deep seeded pit of resentment build within her chest for you, just at the way Howl's eyes slowly moved across your figure within the frame, as if you were a treasure he would only be able to remember if he looked upon you.

Sophie couldn't help but despise you, despite how wonderful you seemed. She wished she could love you just as he did, but she now knew that you had a hold on Howl's heart that she would never be able to obtain, and for that reason alone, she would hate you.

After that night, Sophie did her best to steer clear of the bedroom for a while. Even going so far as to skip it completely during her usual cleaning rounds. But, she knew that this couldn't last forever. Despite how many times she tried to get Howl to sleep with her by the hearth or to keep her and Michael company for the night, she was always somehow pulled back into that room with him. And even with Howl at her side, she felt colder now than ever.

How was she meant to sleep in the arms of the man that she loved when his heart still belonged to another?

She could feel it in every bouquet of flowers he brought to her, in every smile he showed only to her, in every kiss he offered and gratefully received, she couldn't help but think that he did it all for you...

But for once, she never said a word to Howl about it. She didn't want to hear him call her the "only one for him" or his "one and only" because she was afraid that, as ignorant as it was that the thought alone brought tears to her eyes, she felt that if those words did not lift the heaviness of her heart, then nothing else ever could.

She had to accept that her husband still loved you. Someone that he couldn't leave her for, although she sometimes wished that he could. Someone she could never come home to find him alone with, and someone that could never write him forbidden proclamations of love within letters that she'd find hidden beneath his pillow, because you were gone. Far, far away in a place that neither of them could ever find you. And yet, Sophie still believed for just a moment that you were somehow warmer than she now felt.

But alas, Sophie's aching heart started to feel less alone. With each press of Howl's lips against her own, she could feel her heart beginning to race again as it once did. She could feel it in the way he would press her frame entirely against his in a tight, warm embrace before heading out. She could see it in the smile that once again seemed to reach his eyes before it appeared on his lips as he stared at her. Even in the sharp words that he would throw at her whenever one of them decided to be more stubborn than the other and cause yet another fight to occupy the shortening distance between them.

She knew that her husband still loved her, and that no matter what had happened in the past, he chose her now and he would do so a million more times in a million more lives.

And that was how she regained the courage to set foot into her bedroom once more to clean. And only to clean, as she told herself. But with each stroke of the bristles of the broom against the floor boards, and with each step she took upon the floor that caused the aging beams to cry and moan, she couldn't shake the feeling of eyes upon her.

It felt as if your ghost was with her, watching her from just out of reach. Except, the twisting in her gut came only from the fact that this was not a harmful creature, but rather one of gentile silence that only came to wish her well. And that somehow only made her feel worse.

So with fire in her heart and impatience upon her tongue, Sophie turned around, her fiery red braid swinging behind her as she fully intended to curse, shout, and scream at that ridiculously intrusive face behind the glass, only for her throat to go dry as her eyes meet with yours.

Her anger and those pesky feelings of insecurity slowly began to melt away as she stared into the frame, her angry eyes melding with your honest ones and finding nothing but peace and... love. Love not just for Howl, but anyone else who was lucky to see them.

She found that she could not hate you. She did not blame Howl for loving you the first time she heard of you, and she still could not bring herself to do so now. Not after knowing of the kind of person you were. Not after seeing your face.

So instead of fighting as she always did. Instead of always needing to be right, and to be seen and respected, Sophie decided she would instead do you a favor.

She picked up her broom, shut her eyes tight, and turned toward the door before the right words arose to her throat.

"I promise to look after him for you," was all that she said before returning to her sweeping.

A short promise, but an unbreakable one nonetheless.

Obey me brother Head Canons pt 2

I tried making this a bit longer to make up for the lack of content I promise I’m working on stuff but things keep getting in the way and I’m trying to have something out before New Years I hope you enjoy hand over your obey me family headcannons now 🔫

So you know how Mammon sometimes speaks in the third person? Like when he goes “the great mammon” and such, what if he spoke like that as a kid? When he was learning how to talk he’d go “Mammon wants juice” or “Mammon wants to play” or even “Mammon wants to play with Luci” and it still lingered to this day

Speaking of speaking in the third person I feel like Asmodeus also did that as a child. He would say “Asmo sleepy” or “Asmo help Luci.” And so on it took some time for Lucifer to fix their speaking

Levi has a very small lisp and it isn’t really noticeable unless he speaks super fast like if he’s excited or something then you can hear it

When the younger brothers and I mean like probably the twins and under (maybe Asmo but mostly the twins and Satan) where little since Mammon was older by this time a way he’d pick them up is with one hand and with that one hand his arm was extended outwards. And sometimes he’d lift them up above his head. They’d find it super fun but Lucifer was worried he’d drop them

I’d go something like this:

Mammon: *Mammon holding baby Satan with one hand out* Lmao Lucifer look

Lucifer running at full speed towards them: MAMMON-

Lord forbid the demon brothers knew human jokes and stuff like modern day jokes because I can assure you Mammon would absolutely 100% make Deezs nuts jokes constantly you’d never hear the end of it

Hold on y’all random thought do you think if they did know modern jokes the brothers would make a “your mom” joke to each other or they’d be like “your dad” and they’d respond with either “we have the same dad” or “Fuck that dude” OR EVEN “we have the same dad idiot” and they’d point to wherever Lucifer is same thing with your mom but idk if they have a mom so they’d probably say “if you can find her”, “you found her??”, or “we don’t have a mother”

I feel like there isn’t a lot of swearing usually in the house not cause they aren’t allowed to (thought I bet you Lucifer has yelled “LANGUAGE” at least a dozen times before) they just don’t see the need to. The only real “cursing” is when Mammon talks as he so casually uses some cuss words or when Levi is rage quitting his games but that’s very rare but if you hear Lucifer scream fuck run. just run.

Lucifer is the MASTER of getting stains out of clothes and such because he has SIX younger brothers he’s been taking care of since day one I know damn well he knows a thing or two of how to get stuff out. It’d be like “Hey Lucifer we dropped some stuff on the white carpet and it’s stained we can’t get it out-“ “Did you try using this?” Without even moving And they try and it just go “oh shit thanks”

Sometimes to most times they’ll just casually call each other “big brother” and “little brother” not in a teasing way or to assert anything they’ll just call each other that just cause and no one really cares

Mammon liked to squish his little brothers cheeks a lot when they where babies the squishier the better. And I feel like he still does it sometimes (going off that one pic of mammon squeezing Satan’s cheeks.)

My mind for some reason is telling me that for some reason Lucifer used a sippy cup till he was like at least 6. I don’t know why I just think he got really comfortable with it and refused to drink out of anything else, like he’d throw a fit if he had to use a cup. It’s a miracle his teeth didn’t get ruined

Mammon was a cry baby as a kid

Levi was also a cry baby as a kid but he was also the embodiment of “it’s not fair” type. Like if someone had more stuff than him like snacks, toys, attention he’d cry or if his brothers took his things he’d cry no hesitation Lucifer got so worried he’d always make sure the kid drank water

Mammon is always cold. Constantly. All the time. So sometimes he hugs his little brothers and makes it seem like he just wanna hugs the people he cares about (which isn’t a complete lie) but his favorite person to get warmth from is Lucifer because of his big fur coat.

Lucifer does one of two things each time mammon does it either he pretends to hate it but won’t actually move him or teases him about it. You’ll definitely find mammon snuggled against his big brother side if you open the coat and sometimes if you’re really lucky he’ll be asleep

Belphie goes to Lucifer’s room whenever he has a nightmare. He feels safer in his bed

The day they found blanket forts existed is the day Belphie had so much energy since forever. He never stopped bugging his brothers to build one and they finally did and they all fell asleep in there and had a mini movie night

Their ears become elf ears when they go into their demon form. They have regular ears when they’re in their normal state but when they turn into their demon self their ears are pointy

So hear me out on this: Satan is technically the first “real demon” out of the brothers as when he was born he was born a demon he didn’t fall as an angel. So because the other brothers when they feel already had their horns Satan had to grow his in and I imagine it as like teeth almost? Only how the teeth come in not coming out. How kids have pain when their adult teeth come in same with horns and Lucifer would freak out to Davolo going “Lord Davolo please help me is he dying!?! What do I do?!!” And cause Davolo was born a demon he knows all about this and could give him medicine for Satan

There are definitely pictures of Satan’s baby horns growing

So I’d like to think Levi was the youngest for a really long time before Asmo came along (which a lot of people still confuse Satan as the one after Levi because he’s the “forty one” when they’re ranked on power not oldest to youngest. If it was then everything would be the same except Satan would be after Belphie because he is cannonly the youngest) and that’s why Levi has some younger sibling traits still in him he’s use to being just him, mammon and Lucifer

Same goes with Belphie they all got use to him being the youngest (I know Beel is also the same cause twins I just feel like he’s a little more independent and the brothers just like to baby Belphie) and so Belphie is use to getting his way before Satan came along

When Satan came along Belphie would go over to a barely 1 year old Satan and go “I was here FIRST I’m the baby of this family not you” and you’ll here Lucifer go “Belphie stop threatening your brother” from the other room

They definitely behave like their animals in their demon form

Example: Lucifer might puff his wings out to make him seem more tougher and bigger (especially when he’s upset) he doesn’t know he does this so don’t say or he might not do it again, Mammon will bring shiny objects and or make sounds, Levi does the little snake tongue thing, beel makes a buzzing sound with his wings, etc

If you’re wondering yes Lucifer does in fact prune his wings

I feel like in their demon forms their eyes glow in the dark so you’re able to see where they are and mammon’s white strips on his body glows as well

Mammon did not know what nap time was because this kid had so much energy in him that it would take a while for him to settle down. But thankfully he’d crash at bed time

Lucifer was very pouty as a kid. Generally he was pretty quiet and well behaved he got into some trouble at times and had a lot of energy but I also like to think he’d get cranky easily so there’s just a lot of pouty pictures of him

Beelzebub is a walking heater

When Belphie was younger he has the pillow he has now and if he couldn’t find it when it was nap time/ bed time may their father bless your soul, ears, and patience

Satan use to have those small seat high chairs where you can sit them on the table/counter but due to his tantrums and tendency to break things, they ended up switching to a normal high chair so they don’t have to pick up anymore broken plates and cups

Lucifer bed is the biggest because that’s where everyone slept after the fall. They didn’t sleep anywhere else for YEARS

Lucifer just sways side to side when he holds them?? So if the brothers randomly fall asleep he will hold them and because he’s raised SIX brothers, it’s second nature for him to sway to help keep his brothers asleep. And no one says anything. The one who gets it the most is Belphie

Satan can not and I repeat CANNOT hold his alcohol and gets drunk FAST. he’s super clingy to his brothers when he’s drunk

Belphegor favorite people to nap with is Satan, Leviathan, and Lucifer since they’re all the most quiet

Mammon has covered Asmo sneaking out so many times and when they sneak out together especially to a party Mammon always has an eye on Asmo because he’d be damn if his brother got hurt in anyway

The little brothers favorite brother to rough house with when they where kids was Mammon because he would throw them around (softly of course but enough for them to have fun)

Just like how Lucifer had a comfort item being the sippy cup Levi also had one expect it was a pacifier and didn’t let it go until he was almost in kindergarten no matter how hard his older brothers tried to help him. And now he has the pacifier sewn into one of his plushies he had as a baby and still has it

When Lucifer fell even though he was still mad at his father (aka god) he was still disgusted how he looked as a demon because he was raised to believe demons are bad/ ugly and would pray almost everyday for this to be a bad dream and he’d wake up soon even though praying would hurt him physically:(

Asmo just randomly hugs his brothers and just stays there and no one really cares they either hug him back, pat his head or back or at least notice he’s there until he moves onto the next brother

Their washing machine is the one that plays a song idk if you guys know what I’m talking about but it plays that little song that little song when the clothes are done and they ALL dance to it. From Lucifer light humming/ shoulder movements to Asmo and Mammon busting down in the laundry room

Mammon, Beel, and Levi have a lot of late night snacking time together

On lazy days where no one wants to get up and just stay in their pjs they all somehow always pile up in Lucifer room always

I haven’t meet Mephistopheles yet (lesson 26 is kicking my ass) but even though he doesn’t like Lucifer I feel like Satan and Belphie wouldn’t let him be a part of the Anti-Lucifer league for two reasons. 1. Because they feel he’s too smug and 2. Which is what the boys will never say is that they don’t like others picking on their older brother because they have that one sibling rule of “WE can make fun of our brothers but if anyone else does we’re gonna have a problem” cause that’s their fun way of showing love to each other

Because Latin is what people say demons speak like Latin is the language demons speak yeah the brothers know Latin and sometimes they will speak to each other in Latin and will either respond in English or Latin

TWSTxFFXIV parody!

After Idia went and assigned mmo classes to them I couldn't get these out of my head ajskdhaksd

"If your heart is heavy,

lean on me and tell me of all your worries.

your brothers,the angels and dia and barbie.

we'll are be here for you.

I'll be here right by your side...

waiting for you.

Just breathe and take it slow,

Lucifer.

You can do this."

Lucy to lucifer

//////wow/////

Helllooo Rosh! I saw that your request is open so I'll like to request for prompt 10 with Luci if that's okay with you🥺 Also is it possible to make it fluff I really don't wanna cry🥺 Also take your time with the requests yeah! Always rest and stay hydrated!!! I really enjoy reading your works!!!

“I don’t know if you know this but, I love you.”

The exchange student has got the habit of falling asleep on the couch in the living room.

One arm hanging from the furniture, a leg threatening to touch the floor. Sometimes you sleep in the most uncomfortable of positions, and bury your face in the pillows.

You don't understand how you haven't managed to fall on the floor yet—or woken up complaining of pain in your body; sleeping in such position is bound to have an effect.

And why there's a blanket pooling in your lap when you sit up in the morning.

A certain demon knows the answer to that.

On nights when the exchange student isn't in their room, the eldest demon sets out to the living room, where's he's sure you will be found asleep.

Signing, he mutters to himself—finding one leg and one arm hanging from the couch, and with your head threatening to be in the same state, too.

With a gloved hand on the back of your head, the demon manoveurs your form back on the couch, head safely placed on a cushion that was conjured with magic. With your arms and legs by your side, and not under the threat of falling again, Lucifer adjusts the blanket that he's been carrying for such nights.

When the demon makes the move to retrieve his hand, an arm shots out and grabs the edge of his shirt, tugging him down.

The demon nearly lets out a noise at the sudden movement, but he finds his hand on your cheek, and your own hands covering his gloved on.

Crimson eyes gaze at your form, and the demon's gaze softens as he takes in the scene before him.

You—asleep, with the blanket that Lucifer got for you. Your hands covering his own gloved one, and a sleepy mumble spilling past your lips.

He's a demon, one that could easily crush bones and the hardest of metals with his hands alone. Tear them apart like they were nothing in the first place to begin with. Lucifer's feared, by those around him and those who have heard of him. Such a formidable demon, the Avatar of Pride, and yet you are holding his hand and placing it on your cheek in the haze of slumber.

You trust him.

Maybe more then you should.

Lucifer smiles, his shoulders deflating as he accepts his fate and kneels down.

“I'm a demon," He mumbles, maybe to himself. “I'm not be trusted, neither are my kind. And yet you place your hand over my own and hold with me with such gentleness that I can't help but fall victim to myself.”

He chuckles. “What am I going to do with you?”

Gently unfurling your fingers from his hand, the demon's hands linger on your own for a moment too long, and the blanket is readjusted.

His hair falls in his face as the demon leans forward to place a kiss on your head. “You have no idea how much I love you,” He mumbles, and closes his eyes.

“So you're the blanket placer.”

The demon's eyes shoot open wide immediately.

“You were awake this whole time?”

“Of course,” You sit up, the fabric pooling in your lap. “Heard every word, Lu.”

“Why did you not sleep in your room?”

You smile at the flustered demon. “Being tucked in is rather nice.”

Lucifer crosses his arms. “Then I suppose my services won't be needed anymore, would they?”

“If me falling asleep outside my room is what takes you to tuck me in, then I'm falling asleep in your room next.”

The demon's rednning cheeks give him away.

“Or the roof.”

“Must you make life even harder for me?”

"By all means, yes.”

Lucifer huffs, adjusting his posture. He turns around, having been caught in the act, but you stop him again.

“I heard what you said when you kissed me on my forehead,” Your eyes are mischievous. “Won't you want me to return the favor?”

The look Lucifer gives you has you chuckling, and so you get up to give him a kiss.