Okay, so, there are many things Lucifer pronounces perfectly. Latin exorcisms, Greek spells, Enochian sigils. He can pronounce things that some people never thought possible. So you would think the English language would be simple, right?

Well, you, Lucifer, Sam and Dean were watching Netflix and Lucifer wanted to watch 'Arrow'. He must've picked up some kind of southern accent because when you asked him what he wanted to watch he said, "Wanna watch Error?"

You and the other Winchesters were bewildered. "Say what?" You asked, thinking you heard wrong.

"Error."

"One more time Lucifer," Dean snickered.

"Error! What?" Lucifer was completely oblivious to how he was saying 'arrow'.

"Lucifer, you mean Arrow?" Sam laughed.

"That's what I said. Error!" He cried. His face slowly turned red as he realized how he was saying it. It didn't help that you all were laughing. "Hey! Don't laugh at my accent!"

You couldn't help but giggle softly at the archangel. You leaned into him and hugged his waist. "It's okay Luci. I think you're accent is adorable," you smiled softly.

Lucifer hid his blushing face in your hair so the Winchesters couldn't see it. "I can't help it," he said. You laughed a little. "I just say error instead of... Of..."

"Arrow."

"Error."

Dean finally calmed down. "Say it with me. Aaa- rowwwww," he mocked. Lucifer glared at him. "What? I'm just trying to teach you the English language!"

You reached out and squeezed your twin's hip, getting a soft shriek. "What? I'm just trying to make sure you have all your bones!" You grinned. Dean glared at you and rubbed his hip. Lucifer was the one laughing now.

"What's the matter Dean-o? She pinch a nerve? Hahaha!" Lucifer laughed at your brother. You smiled softly at them.

"Luci, you can't talk," you teased, putting your hand on his shoulder blade and gently wiggling your fingers there. He let out a loud shriek and jumped away, laughing a little as he pushed your hand away.

"Hehey!" he cried, flexing his shoulders.

"Dude, who's ticklish on their shoulders? Other than Sam, because he's ticklish everywhere-"

"I am not! Not on my shoulders at least," Sam interrupted his brother. Lucifer's face was bright red as he leaned back against you.

"Angels are ticklish on their shoulders," he mumbled into your hair. You laughed a bit and kissed his jaw.

Castiel, who had been watching the spectacle with a smirk, simply chuckled. "Lucifer's ticklish on his shoulders because his wings are hypersensative," he explained. Lucifer glared at his little brother.

"Okay, they were when I was young. I'm pretty sure Michael made that very known..." Lucifer squirmed uncomfortably at the memory. "But they're not anymore!"

"You sure? Then why do you lose your mind when I do this?" Sam had stood up to throw away his beer bottle and he then attacked Lucifer's shoulder blades with wiggling fingers. The devil jumped but you held him with an arm around his waist as he burst into laughter. Sam couldn't help but laugh himself at Lucifer's predicament as he pulled his hands off his back.

"How did we get here when we were just making fun of the way Lucifer says arrow?" Dean chuckled. Lucifer rolled his shoulders and caught his breath.

"Sam, if you ever do that again I will show you a very different form of torture. Castiel can explain," Lucifer said before leaning into you. You were on your back so he just rested his head on your stomach and you stroked his hair.

Castiel shivered. "Sam, take my advice. Don't do it again."

Yeah i just wrote down whatever came to mind. Sorry about the little haitus! I was busy! Plus, HAMILTON BOITCH!
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