#Melted candle lookin silly

[jesse-cosay]

More nightmare fuel! This was more along the lines of what I wanted to draw, I don't think it would've happened to Lake, but I do wonder if they noticed how the flecs got liquidy and worried it could happen to them

#infinity train #lake infinity train #infinity train lake #infinity train book 2 #infinity train book two #I think its so funny this is unintentionally the only platform i didnt post vday junk #Not intentional or anything bc tik tok was me making up for a lack of ppst yesterday #I used to love drawing characters sort of melting this is exaftly how i feel when im not doing good #Melted candle lookin silly #yellow's art

[connor-sent-by-cyberlife]

🎄 DBH Advent Calendar 2021 🎄

By @anomalous-appliances

Connor hadn’t come to stay with Hank until right after Christmas 2038, and the lieutenant had immediately regretted that he couldn’t give Connor some holiday shit. Just something to welcome him to the home and to the family. He’d mentioned that and Connor said just having a home and a family was gift enough. He just said that kind of shit, completely sincere, and Hank resolved then and there that in 2039 he’d do better.

A year and two more murder-bots later, it seemed even more important to do something special.

“Okay, careful on the steps,” he called, going to open the door while the three androids untied the tree from the roof of his car. “I just salted ‘em this morning and it’s already fucking frozen again…”

“Yes, that’s how ice works,” Sixty said, pulling off the ropes while Nines and Connor pulled down the tree. “It melts in the sun, then refreezes when a shadow falls on it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Hank muttered. “Easy, Sumo. Let ‘em in. …Hope it fits.”

“It should fit perfectly,” Connor assured him. “This is the largest tree that will fit in the living room.”

Sumo pressed closer to investigate and got underfoot as Connor and Nines got the tree situated in the corner. In the meantime, Hank turned to Sixty.

“C’mon, help me get all the decorations out of the garage.”

“Do you have a lot?” Sixty asked, strolling behind Hank.

“Way more than we’ll need. …Cole always got real excited, I couldn’t say no to him,” Hank muttered.

Sixty was silent, but when Hank stopped to open the door to the garage he clasped the older man’s shoulder.

“It’s – I’m fine, we’re still gonna get ‘em out, don’t worry about –“

Sixty pulled him into a brief, awkward hug, and it spoke to both their progress that he did, and that Hank didn’t stiffen at all. Hank flashed a faint smile and patted his back afterwards.

“Thanks, kid. I’m gonna get sentimental about this shit, but I’ll be okay.”

“I would hope so,” Sixty murmured, not quite looking at him. “But please… talk to us if you aren’t.”

“Yeah, I… yeah.” Hank turned and pulled the door open, then pointed out the dusty boxes of Christmas decorations. He and Sixty began hauling them inside, and Hank and Sumo were sneezing by the time they were all in the living room.

“Hank, the box labeled ‘Ornaments’ has garlands and tablecloths in it,” Connor said, frowning.

“Oh yeah, keep lookin’,” Hank said. “I started out good but then every year shit just got thrown into whatever box I grabbed.”

Connor glanced at Sixty and they rolled their eyes. Nines shrugged and opened another box. He held up a bundle of Christmas lights.

“…We might have to buy a new set of those. I always thought I was pretty careful to put ‘em away right, but they’re a pain in the ass to untangle and they ain’t that expensive.”

The three exchanged another look. “I’ll untangle them,” Sixty offered.

“You’re welcome to try, but it’s pretty much impossible. Not sure if they’ll even work after so long.”

Sixty’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll see about that.”

While he pulled armloads of lights out of two boxes, Hank helped the other two wrap garlands around railings and put up the little ceramic village that lit up.

“We don’t have to do it all today, we’ve got all month,” Hank said.

“We should do it soon though,” Connor said. “That way we’ll have longer to enjoy it.”

‘It changes the atmosphere of the house,’ Nines signed, pausing between placing red candles on windowsills.

“Can we decorate the tree, at least?” Connor asked.

“Sure, looks kinda silly just havin’ a tree in the house without anything on it.”

“I want to help with that too,” Sixty said, dropping the bundle of lights he’d been working on.

“We can go buy new lights next weekend,” Hank said sympathetically.

“No, I’m not giving up on them yet.”

Nines was opening boxes of ornaments. There were fragile shining balls in packages, and a whole box of loose mismatched ornaments. Sumo lay down and watched them start hanging ornaments all over. Hank hung them haphazardly while the androids all preconstructed and strategized the best place to hang each one.

“Do you think Sumo will bother the tree?” Sixty asked.

“Nah, he always gave it a sniff now and then left it alone,” Hank said, shaking his head. “And he’s older now, he ain’t gonna mess with it.”

“He would never cause any trouble,” Connor gushed, pausing to scratch his belly. The Saint Bernard rolled over on his back and whined, scratching with one hind leg.

“Not on purpose,” Sixty allowed.

When the tree was covered in ornaments, Connor pulled out a large glittering star from the bottom of the box. “This goes on top, right?”

“Yeah, you’re gonna need a stepstool.” Hank went to the kitchen to get it while he spoke. “The star’s kinda a big thing, so… I dunno, pick who puts it on this year, and then somebody else can do it the year after, and the third one the year after that, and we’ll rotate like that.”

When he came back in the room, unfolding the stepstool, the three androids were looking at him.

“So who’s gonna put it up this year?” he asked, offering the stool.

‘You should put it up,’ Nines signed.

“Nah, I’m too old and I’ve had plenty of Christmases. You three –“

“We discussed at length, and we all agree that you should put it up,” Sixty said forcefully. “…We’d just argue about it. We can do that next year. This year it’s yours.”

Connor nodded, holding the star out to him and smiling.

Hank paused, looking down at the star and then up at the three androids. “…Okay,” he muttered, and then cleared his throat against the sudden scratchiness. He put the stool down close to the tree, and Nines offered a hand to brace himself with as he stepped up. The three watched in silence as he carefully placed the star on top of the tree. Nines helped him down and he stood back.

“Good job, boys,” he murmured.

Connor wrapped an arm around him, and Nines did the same from the other side. Sixty squeezed his shoulder. They stood there admiring their work together.

Three messily-wrapped presents appeared under the tree the next morning, and each android stopped as they passed through the room.

“What’s that?” Connor asked.

“No scanning!” Hank snapped. “You’ve gotta wait for Christmas, don’t ruin the surprise!”

“Okay,” Connor murmured, glancing at the other two.

“Should we… put gifts there as well?” Sixty asked slowly.

“You don’t have to get any presents,” Hank said quickly. “Up to you. But if you’ve got any to give your brothers or something, they can go there too. You can use my wrapping paper stash.”

‘Gifts for you as well?’ signed Nines.

“I mean, you don’t need to get me anything –“

Nines cast the full force of his intimidating glare at Hank.

“…But if you want, yeah,” Hank said. “Just – it’s not an obligation, y’know?”

‘You never are,’ Nines signed casually and put a hand softly on Hank’s arm as he headed to the kitchen.

By the end of the week there were ten more gifts under the tree, all neatly-wrapped.

“…Someone got two?” Sixty asked, frowning. “Is that allowed?”

“You can get people more than one,” Hank said, nodding.

“Oh, um… actually… I got one for Sumo as well,” Connor said, a little embarrassed.

“Sure, I used to do that sometimes,” Hank said as the other two androids shared a wide-eyed look.

“Nines and I have to go to the pet store,” Sixty said abruptly, grabbing the taller android’s arm and pulling him towards the door.

“You don’t have to –“ Hank started.

“We’re going to!”

New presents appeared under the tree now and then, and two weeks into the month Sixty had finally untangled the bundles of Christmas lights. He carefully replaced a few of the tiny bulbs and untwisted the wiring inside until they were as good as new. Hank woke up late one Sunday morning to find all three androids outside stringing the lights all over the house.

“Pull that tighter, Nines,” Sixty called from the roof. “It looks crooked.”

Nines met Hank’s eyes through the window and smiled, rolling his eyes indulgently. He pulled the string of lights tighter. Hank huffed a laugh and shook his head. About twenty minutes later he trudged outside. There were multicolored lights bordering every window and door, and Connor was finishing outlining the roof in white lights.

“Looking good,” he called.

“I think we’re going to need to buy one more set to cover the house sufficiently,” Sixty said, frowning.

“We’ve been looking up some very impressive light displays,” Connor added. “I don’t remember the rest of the neighborhood putting quite that level of effort in last year…”

“If we’re going to base our performance on the lackluster work of our <i>neighbors</i>, why are we even bothering?” Sixty asked.

Nines came around to the front of the house, Sumo bounding after him. ‘It depends on the impression we want to make. I generally like a more maximalist approach, but in this case a simpler design could be both tasteful and attractive.’

“Hank gave me the lights, I want to do more than the minimum,” Sixty growled. “Anyway, this is Hank’s year so we can’t make it tasteful and attractive. We can do your basic idea next year.”

Nines shrugged and nodded, and Connor made eye contact with Hank and laughed silently.

“Hank, I was thinking I’d love to make something special for Christmas dinner, but I realize my culinary skills haven’t really improved much…”

“Aw, I wouldn’t say that.” Hank shook his head. “I can actually eat most of the stuff you make these days!”

‘There are a few androids at Jericho who have excellent cooking protocols,’ Nines suggested. ‘They enjoy cooking but rarely have anyone to cook for. I was thinking of asking if they would mind making you something.’

“…You know I don’t turn down good food, but I don’t wanna make them just… make me a Christmas dinner,” Hank muttered. He paused. “You could ask if they wanna come over for a while and… I dunno, spend some time? Not sure what we’ve got to offer, but they’d be welcome. …And not for the whole day. I wanna have some time with just you guys too.”

“Hank, you will have nothing but time with us,” Sixty assured him, sliding down the roof to land lightly next to him. “We can have visitors… maybe early on the 24th, then they can leave the food and we’ll have the rest of the day and the following day for… family.”

“That sounds perfect.” Hank patted Sixty’s shoulder. “Yeah, let ‘em know. Shit, invite any friends you want.” He paused. “Uh… the house ain’t huge though, so…”

“No, I wouldn’t invite every Jerry. We’ll coordinate to make sure it won’t be overcrowded,” Sixty assured him. “Let your coworkers know as well, if you want to.”

“We could make cookies!” Connor spoke up, grinning. “Those are easy and fun!” Nines nodded eagerly.

“Sure, yeah,” Hank agreed. “Nothing big.”

By noon on Christmas Eve, the house and yard were packed. Simon and Daniel had something in the oven that they were watching closely so they could take it out when the cookies were ready to go in. North and Josh were having a snowball fight with Gavin, Tina, and Chris. A whole swarm of Jerries was dodging the snowballs and playing with Sumo. Hank and Captain Fowler were sipping coffee in the living room when Markus came in.

“I’m sorry if this is too much, Sixty assured me there was plenty of space,” he murmured to Hank, looking around. “I might host something at my father’s house next year, and we’d love to have you come.”

“It’s a little tight, but we’ll manage.” Hank shrugged. “Nice to see you all, though. Everything going okay?”

“Slow. Frustrating. But that’s to be expected.” Markus smiled tiredly. “I appreciate the break.” He nodded to Captain Fowler. “Your help and cooperation along the way has been incredibly helpful, thank you.”

Fowler nodded back curtly. “Glad to hear it. Not here to talk about work, though.”

“That sounds good,” Markus said, raising his glass of thirium with a grin.

Once Daniel took the cake out of the oven and took it away to cool, Simon called the others into the kitchen to make cookies. The humans went first, rolling out their dough and pressing cookie cutters into it and decorating them. Once those went in the oven and they did a cursory clean-up, the androids did the same with thirium-based dough.

“It’s still toxic to humans, but we’ll be sure to clean every bit of it off your kitchen,” Simon assured Hank, who was watching the androids. Most of them were decorating their cookies with precise correctness.

“I ain’t worried about your cleaning, don’t worry!” He walked over to Ralph. The WR600’s reindeer had five antlers, twelve eyes, and a wild array of colored sugars sprinkled on top. “That’s fucking fantastic.”

Ralph jumped and cringed back a little, squeezing an icing tube and squirting it out on the table. He stared at Hank uncertainly.

“Sorry,” Hank said quickly, lowering his voice and stepping back, putting his hands out to show he didn’t mean any harm. “I mean it. I like what you did with it. Uh… creative. Best one I’ve seen today.”

Ralph glanced over at Daniel, who gave him a little nod and a smile. When he turned back to Hank, a huge grin spread over his face. “Th-thank you, thank you! One or two eyes is not enough, no, Ralph’s deer can see everything and has the best colors! M-much more… more powerful than the others!”

Over his shoulder, Daniel met Hank’s eyes and gave him a short nod as well. Hank flashed him a smile that he didn’t return, but Hank still counted it as a win.

When the cookies came out of the oven and everyone had time to eat a few and pack up the rest, Simon and Daniel started cleaning the kitchen.

“Don’t worry about cleaning up,” Hank told them as people started to start talking about leaving.

“No,” Sixty spoke up. “You’re doing it before you leave, no need to worry. Everyone who’s not a PL600.” He smiled thinly, and the guests all mumbled their assent with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

“We don’t mind –“ Simon began, but Nines put a hand on his shoulder and smiled slightly.

“Fine with me,” said Daniel. “They won’t clean as well as we would, though.”

“They’d better,” Sixty said flatly, casting a dark look over the crowd. The rest nodded hurriedly and got to work.

“That was so much fun!” Connor said as he closed the door behind the last guest. “…But it’s nice to have the house to ourselves.”

“Fuck yeah it is,” Hank sighed, flopping down on the couch.

‘You were enjoying yourself the whole time,’ Nines signed, smiling at him. ‘And everyone enjoyed your company.’

Hank snorted derisively, but he was smiling.

“Are you ready for dinner, or do you want to relax for a while?” Connor asked.

Hank cracked his neck. “I’d rather relax, but I’d just end up falling asleep on the couch.”

“You sleep so much,” complained Sixty. “I know you’re getting older, but is it really necessary?”

“Fuck, Sixty, lay off. What the fuck do you care?” Hank grumbled as Nines brought out a plate of food for him.

“Obviously because I’d rather spend time with you when you’re awake! We all would!” Sixty growled and rolled his eyes.

“…That’s true, but we’re happy when you get enough rest too,” Connor murmured.

“Well yes, I didn’t mean you shouldn’t take care of yourself,” Sixty muttered, irritated.

Hank sighed and patted the couch next to him. “…Okay. C’mon, I get it. Love you too, you know that. …You all gonna eat with me, or just watch like creeps?”

Nines brought in a plate of thirium cookies and pastries. Android food was still in early development, but baked goods had been replicated fairly easily. The three squeezed in around Hank, and a comfortable silence settled over them as they ate.

“Mm. Fucking amazing,” Hank sighed in satisfaction when he’d finished his dinner. He’d had mustard-glazed ham, green beans, cheesy potatoes, and a bread roll. Connor got up and exchanged the empty plate for one with a big piece of fruitcake on it. Hank eyed it.

“…Don’t think I’ve ever actually had fruitcake,” he said. “I remember all the cartoons when I was a kid said it was the worst thing ever, and hard as a rock.” He cautiously stuck a fork into it, broke off a bite-sized chunk, and put it in his mouth. They watched him closely. “…Mm.” He swallowed. “Shit. Fucking amazing.”

“Of course it is, did you think Daniel would choose something sub-par to make you?” Sixty scoffed. “Or that we’d give you something inedible?”

“Nah,” Hank chuckled. “It’s great. All of this. Thanks for doing all this.”

“Thank you for sharing your home and your life with us,” Connor murmured.

Hank blinked and rubbed his eyes quickly. “…Okay, we’re not gonna get all sappy right now.”

‘Later,’ Nines signed.

“Prob’ly. Um. Hey, you uh… you wanna open just one present tonight? Everybody pick a random one?”

“We’re supposed to open them tomorrow,” Sixty objected, but Nines and Connor were nodding and going for the tree.

“Won’t hurt to just get one tonight,” Hank said. “You don’t have to, though.”

“Oh, I’m going to,” Sixty muttered, eyeing the pile.

“Thought so. Grab me one while you’re there, just the first one you see.”

They gave Sumo his first gift first. The big dog ripped through the paper to reveal a big basted beef bone. He shook it happily, spattering drool everywhere, then walked off to chew on it in the corner.

“That’ll keep him busy for a long time.,” Hank said, smiling fondly.

“I thought he’d like it,” Connor said.

“…You next, Con. It was your present.”

“Okay.” Connor carefully opened his gift. It was a bright blue and orange sweater with a dwarf gourami stitched into the front.

“I thought it suited your style,” Sixty muttered.

“It’s perfect!” Connor grinned, turning it around to examine the whole thing before putting it on. “I love it, Sixty! Did you make it?”

“Of course not.” Sixty rolled his eyes. “But I had it made specifically for you.”

Connor was grinning from ear to ear, hugging himself and rubbing the sweater. “Your turn!”

Sixty opened his present with delicate precision. It was a fairly large box, but it was empty aside from a sheet of paper. He frowned slightly as he fished it out. “…A desk?”

‘It’s an antique rolltop desk,’ Nines signed excitedly. ‘You work at your desk a lot and it’s functional but not your style. This one has so many drawers and nooks, even a few secret compartments. The woodwork is very ornate. I was hoping it would arrive yesterday, but it was delayed. I’m sorry.’

“It’s beautiful,” Sixty murmured, and looked up with an open smile that made him look more like Connor briefly. “I can’t wait to see it! I honestly didn’t expect much from this gift-giving thing, but this is perfect and now I have something to look forward to later!”

“You wanna open another, since that one’s not here yet?” Hank offered.

“No.” Sixty frowned, holding the printed receipt close. “This is mine, and I’m completely satisfied with it. Nines, you’re next.”

The tallest android had chosen a long, flat gift. He opened it carefully and took out a set of floating shelves.

“I’ve got a few more sets in the closet, just easier to wrap one,” Hank muttered. “Figured you could display all the shit you like collecting.”

Nines’s face lit up and he turned to hug Hank tightly – a little too tight at first, but he quickly adjusted. Then he nudged at the present in Hank’s lap. Hank rubbed the youngest android’s hair fondly before picking it up.

“That one’s kind of from all of us,” Connor said, grinning.

“…Though mostly from Connor,” Sixty admitted.

‘We all contributed,’ Nines signed diplomatically, frowning at his middle brother.

Hank tore the paper and ripped the box open. He held up a button-down shirt covered in fish, dogs, and fast food on a galaxy background.

“We had to talk the artist into putting such a complicated design on it,” Sixty explained. “But we each had ideas and we all agreed that it should be something that was physically painful for your coworkers to look at.”

Hank snorted a laugh. “This is fucking amazing. …Seems pretty high-quality, too!”

‘We wanted it to hold up,’ Nines signed, smiling hopefully.

“So you like it?” Connor asked.

“It’s… shit, it’s the best fucking shirt I’ve ever seen! I’m gonna wear this all the time!” He looped one arm around Connor and the other around Nines. “C’mon, get in here Sixty.”

Sixty moved in to join the hug without even a grumble, and Hank squeezed them all.

“I’m not gonna get sappy on you,” Hank croaked, trying to keep his voice steady. “But this is already the best Christmas I’ve had in years. Even… nah, it’s… it’s not like it used to be, I dunno if it’s… as good, or… or better, it’s… it’s different. Ours. I love you kids.”

“And this was only our first one together,” Connor said, hugging the others tightly.

“Exactly, this was only practice,” Sixty said. “Next year we’ll perfect our techniques.”

Nines smiled and leaned into the other three.

“Dunno how you’d top this.” Hank chuckled and yawned. “…And just so you know, I’m sleeping in tomorrow.”

“Hank, we can’t open the rest of the presents without you!” Connor moaned.

“Nope!” Hank grinned. “…Don’t worry, I won’t sleep too late. I’m excited too.”

Nines nodded. ‘We’ll be quiet when we go out.’

“Where’re you going?” Hank frowned.

‘It’s going to snow more overnight. The whole yard will be full of snow.’

“You don’t have to get up that early to shovel, it can wait.”

“No, we’re going to make it all into a horde of snowmen,” Sixty said, grinning.

“Do you think the neighbors would mind if we used their snow too?” Connor asked.

“Nope. Just nobody who’s got kids, they might wanna use their own snow.”

“That’s fair,” Sixty agreed. “When they see our yard, they’ll all be jealous.”

“You bet they will,” Hank said, happier than he’d been in years.

#DBH Advent Calendar #Detroit Become Human #dbh #Door 17 #no ships #no warnings

[one-girl-once-upon-a-dream]

Lucifer’s Challenge Ch. 4

Chapter Three here!

Description: MC has spent the last several days making the most of her time with Mammon. It has made her heart full but her body sensitive and sore in ways she has never experienced before. When she finally parts ways with Mammon she plans on putting together a full self care night only to find that Lucifer has plans for her.

Warnings: Nothing but all that good, good fluff

Title: Afterglow Interlude One

MC wondered if Lucifer wasn’t keeping the rest of his brothers busy because she was able to hunker down with Mammon for a couple of days without much interruption. There was never any chance of not hearing from them at all of course but it was mostly through her phone being blown up. She answered when she could, not wanting to abandon her boys, but for the most part she just enjoyed her time with Mammon. They worked their way through as much of the food as possible while they watched the rest of the Seven Lord movies. It was something that should have only taken a day and a half but got stretched into three. She wasn’t complaining though, she was more than happy to lose track of the hours laughing at shared terrible jokes and make out sessions.

The only problem really came from the fact that Mammon, in an attempt to keep her for himself as long as possible, was making this whole not cumming thing very hard to deal with. Each time they slept together was better than the last, she was able to mostly flip the dynamics and focus on him but on the third day every touch from him was enough to make her tremble. He sensed that something was off but was happy with the thought that he was doing such a good job that all he had to do was look at her. 

At the end of the third day they were both growing a bit stir crazy. Mammon hadn’t swiped Goldie in so long he worried his wrist muscles would fade and MC wasn’t sure just how much more she could really handle. It was hard to say goodbye to such a good time but her body needed a rest, a chance to reset before she moved on to the next brother. If she tried to do anything in her current state she was sure that her heart would give out from the lack of release. 

So when the last movie credits finally faded to black Mammon asked if she wanted to go out to The Fall with him but she politely declined. He pushed his bottom lip out but she smoothed away the grumps with a kiss and a promise that they could plan a whole night out with everyone soon. He accepted this on the condition that he would be her first dance to which she happily agreed. He then walked her back to Lucifer's room, complaining the whole time that she was rooming with him again. She reminded him that it was his “accident” that landed her there which made him stutter and trip over his feet. She giggled behind her hand before pulling him in for a final embrace.

He returned it, hugging her tightly and breathing in the scent of her hair. The last couple of days had seemed like a dream to him and one of the only things he had learned from Satan was that scents helped with memory. He took several deep breaths, really focusing on this moment, before he let her go. “Just be safe, yeah? Ya never know when Lucifer might snap or whatever. If you, like, wanted to tell him about the good time you had with The Great Mammon it might let him know you got me lookin out for ya. Just saying, it's not like I care who knows about what we did,” he said, arms crossed and lips pursed. 

MC smiled, eyes flickering to the love marks on proud display with his unbuttoned shirt, and nodded. “I’m sure he wouldn’t dare mess with me knowing I have you wrapped around my finger,” she teased, kissing at one of the fresher marks before finally shooing him away. He argued the whole way down the hall over his shoulder about her last comment before finally coming to a stop at the turn. He gave her one more glance over, as if he was going to forget what she looked like in the hours he would be gone, but finally blew her a kiss as he made his way out.

MC watched him go, leaning against the wall with a dreamy smile. A part of her missed him already but another part of her made butterflies come alive in her stomach as she wondered what other wonderful times she would be having with the rest of the brothers. Tonight though was going to be about her, if any of the others even so much as hugged her she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t go running begging Lucifer to take his seal away. It was not the type of begging she wanted to be doing for him so she figured a relaxing self care night was exactly what she needed.

Since it was his room she shouldn’t have been surprised that he was there waiting for her and yet she still jumped when she entered. It still seemed early for him to have retired for the evening but there he was on the bed, papers in lap and pen in hand. As soon as she was in he set his work aside, tossing a knowing smirk in her direction. “I see you’re still able to walk,” he said, beckoning her close with a hook of his finger. MC puffed out her cheeks indignantly and thought about ignoring him but knew that she was unable to ignore that look in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes and sat down on the edge of the bed, her act of rebellion being that she started to get ready for the bath she had intended on taking. “I’ve handled you before Luci and went to school the next day, I’m not as delicate as I look,” she said, gathering her hair up on a bun on top of her hair and stashing her shoes underneath the bed. “I will say, you’re silly magic made things … difficult,” she admitted with hot cheeks as her achy muscles made themselves known.

“I don’t think you look delicate my love, I think you look delicious,” he said smoothly, standing up so that he could walk around to stand in front of her. He pushed a missed lock of hair from her neck to examine one of her own love bites. The small touch was enough to make her squeak and squeeze her thighs together. It was a reaction that wasn’t missed on Lucifer, whose gaze softened as he looked down at her with a glimmer of what she almost thought might be pride. “I’m sure it made things harder for you but from this glow about you I know you did so well,” he said warmly, cupping her cheek and stroking it with his thumb.

This brought on a full whimper from her and she wanted to pull away to ease the heat but couldn’t bear to be separated from him either. He seemed to sense her conflict, he pulled his hand back but held it out for her to take with an offer “You need to rest, come on I’ll get you all set up in your well deserved bath. I have a few things for you that should help.” MC perked up immediately, hand going to his without hesitation. He laced his fingers with hers and patted it with his other hand. He pulled her up and led her to the bathroom where she could already smell the inviting warmth of lit candles.

It seemed he had been one step ahead of her as always, candles floating around the room creating a friendly glow in the otherwise dark space. “Here Asmo had prepared you a gift basket with all sorts of lotions and face masks and other things I know nothing about. I’m sure he intended to give it to you when you paid him a private visit but room inspections have their benefits. Besides I don’t think he will cry about buying you more gifts,” he said pointing to an assortment of fancy jars sitting by the sink. 

He made his way over to the bathtub and messed with the taps, she tried to argue that she could take care of it if he had work but he silenced her with a clearing of his throat. “I don’t make a habit of doing things I don’t want to, even if dealing with my brothers may make you think differently. You may have accepted my challenge but that just makes it my responsibility to take care of you during and after it. I want to take care of you,” he said firmly, leaving no room for debate. It made her heart flutter in her chest and she wouldn’t have been surprised if she had started to float alongside the candles.

She nodded at his words and gave him the biggest smile she could before turning to the products he had pointed out. She selected a few before stripping and putting on her robe that was waiting for her hung up on the back of the door. She fixed the sloppy job she had done putting up her hair, securing it with a wrap, before washing her face and applying a face mask she was sure had to be real gold. Not that she expected anything less from Asmo. When she turned back around Lucifer was just finishing pouring a bottle into the steaming water “This should help with sore muscles.”

“Ohh some fancy potions from Solomon?” she asked walking over and staring into the now shimmering water. He chuckled as he helped her disrobe and step into the perfectly heated water, at least Lucifer seemed to know the proper amount of heat that humans could handle.

“Of course, only the most impressive of concoctions for you my love. The ever elusive lavender bath oil,” he laughed, kissing the top of her head as she stuck out her tongue at his teasing. Even if it was just the standard bath products she could have found in the human world she was thankful for them, they were already doing their job as she felt the tension starting to melt away. It made it so when he ran his hands down her arms and grabbed at her wrist she didn’t fall into a tizzy over the contact. 

“Look here, Mammon’s rune is glowing now. After you’ve gotten each of my brothers to climax their names will glow like that letting you know me know you did your job,” he pointed out on his seal before bringing it up to his lips for a kiss “and you did a very good job. Now relax as long as you like and if you need anything I will just be in the other room. Enjoy darling.” Then with one last kiss, this one finally to her lips, he left her to her private time. MC sank down into the water with a happy sigh, staring at the seal with a sense of accomplishment and wondering how pretty it would look when all the names were lit up. She closed her eyes, listening to the music he had playing quietly in his room that traveled through the wall to her, and thought about how lucky she was to be surrounded by so much love.

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