Entry tags:
Archangel Vegetable
Title: Archangel Vegetable
Fandom: Saint Young Men
Character(s): Michael, Lucifer
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 295
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: Michael makes Lucifer eat healthy.
Notes: It's NaNoWriMo!
Michael can't imagine anything having seen Paradise and lost it. No. He doesn't want to imagine it. He couldn't handle the constant pain of not being able to return; he might be the strongest of God's angels, the one who defeated Lucifer (as if that were something he could boast about) but he's weak in his own eyes.
Perhaps that's why he worries so much about Lucifer, whether he's eating right or if it's too hot in his h- where he lives. He can't undo the battle, nor can he bring him back to Heaven without Lucifer's repentance. Those are things beyond the power of an archangel.
Making sure the devil eats his vegetables is within his power. And Michael is going to make sure that he eats more than just the sweets he likes, or so help him God-!
"Just one more piece of broccoli. Really, Lucifer, just one?" It doesn't occur to him to be embarrassed that he's poking at Lucifer's face with a piece of broccoli on his fork as Lucifer scowls and bats his hand away. This is an important mission to feed a fallen angel and he will treat it with the utmost seriousness.
"Mmph. Fine." Lucifer crosses his arms and opens his mouth, and Michael slides in the piece of broccoli.
Michael beams. "Wasn't that easy~?"
Somehow keeping his scowl firmly in place while chewing, Lucifer narrows his eyes at Michael. "Mmmh mmph."
"Don't sass back to me." Michael sighs and watches him eat for a moment. "Someone should brush your hair too... it's getting so unkempt. What do you do all day down there?"
Lucifer swallows and looks down. "You don't want to know."
"...You're right, I shouldn't have even asked. Let me find a hairbrush for you."
Fandom: Saint Young Men
Character(s): Michael, Lucifer
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 295
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary: Michael makes Lucifer eat healthy.
Notes: It's NaNoWriMo!
Michael can't imagine anything having seen Paradise and lost it. No. He doesn't want to imagine it. He couldn't handle the constant pain of not being able to return; he might be the strongest of God's angels, the one who defeated Lucifer (as if that were something he could boast about) but he's weak in his own eyes.
Perhaps that's why he worries so much about Lucifer, whether he's eating right or if it's too hot in his h- where he lives. He can't undo the battle, nor can he bring him back to Heaven without Lucifer's repentance. Those are things beyond the power of an archangel.
Making sure the devil eats his vegetables is within his power. And Michael is going to make sure that he eats more than just the sweets he likes, or so help him God-!
"Just one more piece of broccoli. Really, Lucifer, just one?" It doesn't occur to him to be embarrassed that he's poking at Lucifer's face with a piece of broccoli on his fork as Lucifer scowls and bats his hand away. This is an important mission to feed a fallen angel and he will treat it with the utmost seriousness.
"Mmph. Fine." Lucifer crosses his arms and opens his mouth, and Michael slides in the piece of broccoli.
Michael beams. "Wasn't that easy~?"
Somehow keeping his scowl firmly in place while chewing, Lucifer narrows his eyes at Michael. "Mmmh mmph."
"Don't sass back to me." Michael sighs and watches him eat for a moment. "Someone should brush your hair too... it's getting so unkempt. What do you do all day down there?"
Lucifer swallows and looks down. "You don't want to know."
"...You're right, I shouldn't have even asked. Let me find a hairbrush for you."