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You were exhausted by the end of the week; the brothers had been at each other’s throats over every little thing and had dragged you into the middle of it all. On top of that, there had been tests and essays all week and you were positively drained.
Your own room couldn’t even be a safe haven. Mammon, Levi and Asmo were all there trying to claim you for a sleepover and you found your way to the only brother who hadn’t driven you up the wall this week- Lucifer.
You knocked on the door, waiting for him to tell you to come in, partially out of exhaustion and partially out of wanting to stay on his good side. If he got mad at you now, you’d have to go over to Purgatory Hall for the night- which was a hike you didn’t want to have to make at this hour.
“Oh, it’s you- what’s the matter?” Lucifer set his pen down, looking genuinely concerned, “Are you hurt?”
You shook your head, shutting the door behind you, “Just… a long week.”
He understood in an instant, “My brothers have been a bit much this week, haven’t they?”
All you could do was nod as you noticed him get up and come around to your side of the desk.
He stroked your hair gently before tilting your chin up to look at him, “You deserve a break, come with me.”
Soon enough he had set up a nice evening for the two of you, complete with food he had brought up from the kitchen, one of his records playing softly in the background, a little something to drink and a warm bath.
“After the bath, we can retire to the bed.” He suggested, kissing your temple, “Go ahead and enjoy yourself, my love.”
You practically melted on the spot at his kindness. He may have a reputation of being strict or even harsh, but he had a habit of showing you his soft side in your private moments together.
“You look like you’re ready to fall asleep.” He noticed, “Maybe the bath can wait.”
“No, it looks great.” You insisted, “Just what I need right now.”
He caved at that, understanding how it can be to deal with everything his brothers threw at you, “Then, may I join you?”
After you had agreed, the two of you settled into the bath, resting closely together and enjoying the peaceful moment. Lucifer reached out over the edge of the bath, handing you your drink before he started to dampen your hair. He worked delicately, massaging your scalp and washing your hair for you.
You could have fallen asleep in an instant, but you heard a low sound coming from him and tuned in.
He was humming lowly as his fingers ran through your hair, careful not to catch any knots and instead work them out gently. He rinsed the soap out, paying great attention to keeping the soap out of your eyes, before he slid his arms around your middle and pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
“Are you feeling any better, my love?” He asked, taking note of the water’s temperature, “Perhaps we should dress and retire for the evening.”
The water had turned colder, so you had to agree. You both got out, dried and dressed before Lucifer dealt with the bath and invited you to get comfortable in the bed.
He stopped the record on his way over, before climbing under the covers beside you.
“Sleep well.” He whispered, kissing your hair one last time, “They wouldn’t dare bother you here.”
You were already drifting off, but did hear his last words before you fell asleep. He stroked your hair just enough to ease you off to sleep, “I love you and I’m so proud of you.”