To a Friend

Lucifer Imagine 1

"It's not as hard as you're making it out to be," you tell the blond archangel sitting on your kitchen table, his arms crossed as he glares at your oven.

"I refuse to interact with that machine," Lucifer says, and you roll your eyes.

"Luce, all it is is an oven! It bakes stuff is all!"

"And it can cause burns and has killed people before!"

"People, not archangels."

"While that may be true, we both know you're clumsy enough to fall into the oven and be cooked alive."

"Okay, that only happens with giant ovens. With an oven like this, the most I could do is burn part of my body or shatter the glass of the oven door. Or maybe set something on fire, but I've baked enough things to know that I won't do that."

"Being burned causes hospital visits, and you know how I don't like going in public."

"Not necessarily," you say. "I once got a burn on my arm from an oven as a kid, and it didn't require anything more than some basic first aid. And plus, you're going to be the one putting stuff into the oven, so I don't get why you're freaking out about me getting hurt."

"I don't wanna," Lucifer says. You cross your arms and glare at the male. Why did you have to get stuck with the stubborn archangel?

"Alright, fine then," you say. "I'll just risk being set on fire instead of letting you do all the dangerous shit you're worried about me doing." Lucifer stares at you momentarily to see if you're kidding or not. You stare back.

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"Can you grab the hand-mixer?" You ask Lucifer as you crack two eggs into the bowl. You were making a cake, and a large one at that, so you'd almost definitely need the hand-mixer if you didn't want your arm to fall off tomorrow morning.

Lucifer hands you the hand-mixer, and you plug it in. "This doesn't look like it's going to be a very good cake," Lucifer says, peering into the bowl.

"That's because I haven't mixed anything yet," you say. You grab firmly onto one side of the bowl and turn on the hand-mixer, before plunging it into the bowl. The dry ingredients and wet ingredients quickly mix together to create a mushy sludge, and you continue mixing for a little while longer to ensure that there are no unmixed chunks left in the batter.

"Okay, so," you turn off the hand-mixer so you don't have to yell to Lucifer, "if you grab that cooking spray, you can coat the pan in it, and the cake shouldn't stick to the sides." Lucifer grabs the cooking spray and uncaps it.

You watch him carefully while he's coating the pan. "Can you stop breathing down my neck, please?" Lucifer asks you.

"I have to make sure you don't overcoat the pan," you say.

"What does it matter?" Lucifer asks.

"Because if you add in too much cooking spray, it'll make the cake taste weird and it'll basically fuck up everything we've done so far."

Lucifer finishes coating the pan, and you stop him before he can over-do it.

"Alright," you say, grabbing the bowl of batter and a spatula. "I'm going to have you hold this bowl up because it's fucking heavy, and we're going to pour the batter into the pan."

"What do you need the spatula for?" Lucifer asks, picking up the bowl.

"So that we can scrape off any excess batter into the pan," you explain. Lucifer holds the bowl over the pan and begins to pour. You assist him in getting the batter out quicker with your amazing spatula skillz™.