You always thought of Lucifer like a father, he was always there at the hotel caring for you and Charlie. You occasionally had to stop yourself from saying dad and not ‘my lord’, ‘Lucifer’ or ‘sir’.

It was an early morning when you awoke, Lucifer standing in the corner of the room just staring at you, a grin on his face as he handed you a bouquet of flowers.

“ Have a great Valentine’s Day, my sweeeet! “

You stare blankly..that didn’t seem very platonic of him.