Babysit the pig.

No problem, he could babysit a pig, no big deal.

 

Lucifer stared at Fat Nuggets, who was happily wreaking havoc on one of his decorative pillows. Why? He’d fed him, he’d played with him, he’d seen if he wanted to go to the bathroom. Nothing seemed to be getting him to calm down.

 

He flopped down onto the ground with a groan, staring into the ceiling. Beside him, he could hear something else tear.

Turning his head, he let out another long, guttural groan at the sight.

Nuggets had started working on another pillow.

 

“Do you hate me, is that it?” Lucifer asked, though he knew he wouldn’t get an answer. “Tearing up all my pillows isn’t gonna make me break up with Angel, you know that, right?”

As the pig continued to ignore him, his eyes wandered to the most recent photo in his collection; it was of him and Angel, from one of their recent dates. They’d gone to Lu Lu World, and Angel had almost collapsed from laughing too hard when he realised Lucifer was too short to ride several of the rides there, even though he was the one who designed them in the first place.

He reached out for it with his magic, making it appear in his hands. He ran his fingers across the cool glass.

His eyes widening in realisation, he quickly rolled over. He got up on his feet, running toward the master bedroom, safe in the knowledge that Nuggets would stay put, tearing away at yet another one of his pillows.

Throwing open the doors to the closet, his eyes scanned the contents until he found what he was looking for. Taking it into his hands, he grinned. It would be perfect.

 

 

When Angel stepped into the room, he stopped in the middle of the doorway.

There, propped up against the back of the couch, sat Lucifer, fast asleep, Nuggets sleeping soundly in his lap.

 

Angel carefully stepped over a pile of mangled pillows, crouching down in front of Lucifer and Nuggets. He cupped Lucifer’s face between his hands, laughing as he saw him blink and squint against the light. Lucifer’s quiet purring made him smile.

“Why’re ya wearin’ my clothes?”

“He was… being a brat, but I figured out why, so… I covered myself in your scent.”

“Hey, don’t call my baby a brat.” Angel gave his cheek a playful pinch. He reached down to run his hand along Nuggets’ back. “Missed me that much, huh?”

 

Lucifer was just about to respond when Nuggets opened his eyes, instantly realising that Angel was back again. He leapt off Lucifer’s lap, making him fall over with a pained groan that was almost drowned out by ecstatic squealing.

“Fucking hell…”

Angel laughed, bending down to press a kiss to Lucifer’s lips. “Thanks for keepin’im company.”

Lucifer pulled himself upright, leaning against Angel’s side so he could look down at Nuggets, who had made himself comfortable in Angel’s lap as he sat down next to him.

“I’d say any time, but make sure you leave more of your clothes here before that.”

Angel raised a hand to run his claws gently against Lucifer’s cheek. He smiled as he watched Lucifer close his eyes, leaning into the touch.

“I don’t think that’s gonna be a problem.”

 

At the rate he was leaving his clothes behind at Lucifer’s place, he would be pretty much moved in come next month.

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