“You are a dick, Michael. I don’t want anything for my birthday.” “Pity. Maybe Gabriel will do my tattoo instead.” Did he—? No, he must have heard it wrong. Was that the headphone still blaring in his ear? No, it was lying forgotten on his desk. What? What did Michael just—? “Say that again!” Lucifer demanded breathlessly. “I want you,” Michael pronounced on his smooth arrogant-dick voice, “to make me a tattoo.”
Michifer Tattooartist!AU where Lucifer is totally thrilled to finally ink Michael up.
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