#lucifer needs a hug

[hells-greatest-performers]

Alistair, it's so sweet that you care about Cali so much. But remember that every parent deserves a break, and it's okay to accept help from loved ones when you need to do things like sleep, eat, and shower.

Alastor: I suppose you’re technically correct. I may need to freshen up a bit. *looks at Lucifer* Think you can manage to watch Calliope on your own for a few minutes?

Lucifer: Please! I’ve been a father much longer than you have! You have what, a day at most? I’ve been a father for more than 200 years!

Alastor: Yeah but who has the most dead kids between us?

Lucifer:

Alastor: I’ll be back. And Calliope better be alive when I return *leaves room*

Lucifer: *breaks down hugging Calliope close* I’m sorry Charlie! I’m so sorry!

[jitterbonesjoey]

Worlds most unhealthy Cockatiel

Cocky little guy filled with silly

Theory time- Lucifer was locked away by Lilith in his own castle after she deemed him unfit to rule. Charlie snuck in to see him but usually he was alone.

Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far

He’s so proud of his daughter

Torn apart again is what makes me think Lilith took Charlie away from him and wouldn’t let him see her. He’s so smol guys. Just a baby.

He never got the chance to see the good in people and was exposed to the worst of humanity after living in heaven all his life.

Also the other angels left him destroyed and depressed. He needs a hug.

[artmill-danaan]

Small comic, inspired by The Click's plushy 😅

[dandelion-blues]

The Miracle is You

Intro:

When Lucifer gets his wings back, he doesn't just lose time. He is displaced in another universe. A universe where he might just be accepted and find a family he never knew he needed.

Lucifer x Good Omens crossover fanfic

Chapter 1

“No, no, no!” Lucifer screams frantically. He pulled roughly at the damned extra limbs. He grasped desperately for them, pleading for them to not be real and go away.

The beautiful white feathers stayed, though, achingly adding a now unfamiliar weight upon Lucifer’s back. The beautiful pure white wings ethereally spread out. They were the most beautiful of all angel's wings but sharpened with a deadly grace of all archangels. The wings of the favored son of God, Samael.

Why are his wings back? Why now, after everything? What does Dad want with him now?!

Lucifer wants these wings off now, he needs them off. It’s wrong, wrong, wrong!

Now if Lucifer were in a stable frame of mind he might have noticed that he wasn’t in LA anymore, or even still in his dimension, but well I’m sure he’ll find out soon enough. Especially when our lovely angel and demon couple happen upon him.

“Oh Crowley, it's such a lovely day today, isn’t it?” The angel Aziraphale asks his friend and lover, the pink of dawn marking the horizon with only the quiet sounds of critters heard.

“It always is with you Angel.” Crowley smiles at the Aziraphale. The angel noticeably blushes and starts to stutter something back but is interrupted by frantic yelling heard not too far away.

“What the-” Crowley starts exasperated, but quickly his yellow eyes go large in shock behind his shades.

Just behind the bridge, kneeling in the park’s grass is a person, no an angel marked by their impressive white wings yelling and panicking as they try and desperately grip at their feathers.

Crowley and Aziraphale share one look and quickly go running over to the angel. Only as they get closer, so does their growing horror. The angel is trying to rip out their feathers.

Crowley reaches the angel first and grasps their hands tightly, but not harmfully, to stop them. This unfortunately only causes the unknown angel to flinch hard.

Crowley frowns in concern, but then the angel tries to get out of Crowley’s grasp.

“Stop!” Crowley orders the angel, looking into their eyes. Only the angel’s brown eyes are glazed over, and their handsome face is tight in fear, like they cannot comprehend what is in front of them.

“No no no.” the angel continues to say fearfully and shakes. Their dark eyes staring at Crowley, but not seeing him. “Please, no more!”

“Aziraphale!” Crowley snaps when his angel reaches them, “They aren’t in their right frame of mind, and I can barely hold on to them and keep them from harming themselves. They're too strong. Please Miracle something!”

Aziraphale’s blue eyes go large, and he steals his nerves and nods, producing a Miracle.

Just like that the unknown angel’s eyes roll back, and they fall into Crowley’s arms unconscious.

Unfortunately the unknown’s angel’s impressive wings are out and on display, and people are surely going to come out soon. It’s practically a miracle that no one else has come by yet.

In any case Crowley looks towards Aziraphale, as he is picking up the unknown angel, conveying without words what to do. Aziraphale looks fondly at Crowley and produces the Miracle that gets them and the unknown angel in the bookstore.

“Oh dear, I hope they’re alright.” Aziraphale frets, smoothing his tan blazer, and looking worriedly at the unknown angel. Their dark hair, black as night, high cheekbones, olive skin and young face not looking a day over 25, by human standards anyways. The age doesn't mean much for angels, but well, the point still stands.

“Careful now, or I might think you were checking them out.” Crowley smirks as Aziraphale blushes.

Aziraphale lightly smacks Crowley’s arm, “Hush you.”

Azirahale sighs, “I suppose we should bring them somewhere to rest until they recover.

“Yeah,” Crowley frowns, “I’ve never seen anything like it, they were trying to rip out their feathers, pleading for something or someone to stop.”

Aziraphale looks troubled, and the couple stays in contemplative silence until they reach the guest room and Crowley places the unknown angel gently on the bed, adjusting them on their stomach, so their wings aren’t flattened or harmed.

Except when Crowley carefully adjusts one of the wings, he hisses sharply and takes sight of blood pouring down his hand.

“What happened?” Aziraphale asks worriedly, as Crowley curls his hand towards his body, did the angel’s wing just cut him?!

Aziraphale gently grabs Crowley’s hand, and sure enough there’s a clean slice down his palm, dripping with blood.

Aziraphale gasps, and goes to Miracle something, but Crowley stops him, “Stop, you’ve already used enough Miracles today, besides it’s already closing up.” Just like that the wound closes up like it was never there. The only evidence is the remaining blood.

“Oh alright,” Aziraphale huffs and carefully examines Crowley’s hand, “But what in the Almighty’s name could have done that?”

Crowley glances out at the unknown angel’s wings, a pit forms in his stomach, and he approaches the wings carefully, and sure enough on the end of one of the primary feathers is Crowley’s blood.

Please, don’t be what Crowley is thinking. Please, please, please.

“What-” Aziraphale begins, but lets Crowley continue bewildered.

Crowley goes over the primary feather again, the tip of his index finger just touching it, and he digs his finger in a bit more, and sure enough blood is drawn.

Aziraphale gasps, and quickly takes Crowley’s hand back in his, “What were you thinking?!” Aziraphale starts to rant, fretting at Crowley, except he stops when he sees the look on his demon’s face.

“Their an…” Crowley starts, his voice quivering, “Archangel.”

“No.” Aziraphale gasps.

Crowley nods grimly, “Their primary feathers are deadly sharp, and no other angel would ever possess such wings.”

“What does this mean?” Aziraphale holds Crowley’s hands in confort.

“I don’t know,” Crowley states and squeezes his angel’s hands back, “but I’ll know we’ll get through it together.”

“Together.” Aziraphale agrees and embraces his demon. They glance once more at the unknown angel, a sign of change. What that change is though, it’s too soon to tell.

Luckily, the angel and demon have one another. They chose one another. They navigated the black and white standards of their celestial worlds’, and eventually came to see and accept the world and themselves in all their beautiful shades. Now it’s time for a certain Devil to learn the same, but well that’s for another time.

[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

Lucifer short!

Warning! This short has self harm, vomiting, suicidal thoughts, intrusive thoughts, hunger, purging, vomiting, depression, and implied self harm. If any of this triggers you in anyway shape or from, please, for your safety, don't read!

tic tok, tic tok tic...

Lucifer was beginning to regret getting a clock.

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

He lifted his head, bleary eyes trying to focus on the round little clock on his bedside table. 4:23... It was if it was taunting him...

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

He could easily break the dam thing, but then there would be glass and metal all over the floor, and he didn't want to deal with that at the moment. Well there was one thing he could do.... The scratches on his thighs and upper arms throbbed for a moment and the idea of adding more cuts to himself at the moment made him feel queasy and sick. (Even if he did deserve it.)

tic tok, tic tok, tic...

Lucifer groaned as he forced himself to sit up slowly, his mouth was dry and it felt like someone shoved sandpaper down his throat. He wasn't sick, he knew that. Something else was wrong (Stop being such a whiny bitch, nothings wrong you're just being stupid.) but what?

tic tok, tic tok, tic...

Well, besides the fact that it was 4 in the morning and he hadn't slept at all in the last 38 hours. Had he forgotten to do something? Something that Charlie or Vaggie had asked him to do?

tic tok, tic tok, tic...

Lucifer winced as his stomach curled in on itself tightly, riiight, food. Wasn't that some sort of necessity? Lucifer laughed dryly at his unspoken joke, then winced as his stomach tied itself into a bunch of knots. It wouldn't hurt to get a small snack... it was almost morning anyway. (You know you don't deserve it, why go through all the trouble of getting food just to get rid of it again?)

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

Well, it wasn't like he was gonna fall asleep anytime soon, he might as well go get a snack. Lucifer flung the thick blanket off of his legs, he didn't move for a moment, he just stared at the floor. It wasn't that far down, but his legs trembled at the idea of actually getting up out of bed. (Its funny to think about how you're the king of hell when you can't even do something as simple as getting out of bed)

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

Lucifer whined and pressed his hands over his ears, his legs curled up against his chest.

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

He was vaguely aware that he reeked of sweat and musk, probably from being in this warm as fuck room. Sweet Caroline, he needed a shower.

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

"Shut up, shut up, shut up-" His stomach twisted tighter and the fresher cuts threatened to open up again at the new friction they were put under.

tic tok, tic tok, tic tok...

Lucifer screamed in frustration and hurled the clock across the room, it hit the wall with a loud crack. (Great, you broke something else. Can't you do anything without hurting something? Maybe Lilith would have stayed if you weren't such a fuck up.)

tic tok, tic tooooo-

The clock sprung apart pathetically, spraying that part of the room in mechanical gears, metal, and glass. Lucifer stared at the mess numbly, not quite registering what just happened. His throat hurts worse now and he was no closer to getting out of bed than before. (You can't even handle having a clock! What are you going to hurt the next person who talks to you? Maybe thats why Charlie didn't call you for years)

Well, he was already in bed, why not stay there for a few more minutes? He could get something to eat later...

Pulling the blanket back over him, Lucifer nestled himself back into the too warm bed and forced his eyes shut.

Knock knock knock

"Dad?" Lucifer groaned and tugged the blanket tightly over his head, how could he be so stupid? He lived with people now! He can't afford to throw things around all willy nilly!

"Dad? Are you okay? Vaggie said she heard something break" Charlie's voice careened through the door and hit the side of Lucifer's already throbbing head.

Fuck if Charlie saw him now, what would she think? "Oh yeah! I just thought I uh... saw something" Oh yeah totally nailed that one. Lucifer winced and gripped his throat, it was the first time he really used it in the past two days and fuck, it stung.

"Uh, well can I come in? I know its late but, no one has seen you in days..." Lucifer flicked on a light and cringed at the state of his room, then looked down at himself.

"W-well I- I'm not exactly dressed?" That was somewhat true, he was wearing his binder, (That counted as sleep clothes, right?) and a pair of shorts, almost every weak point on him was exposed and practically glowed in the dim lamp light. "It is 4 in the mor-" Lucifer broke off with a cough and dimly wondered when the last time he drank water was.

"Are you alright?" The doorknob rattled and Lucifer froze. Fuuuck he remembered to lock the door right? Right?

"Yeah! I'm fine! I've just been doing- things" he dragged his blanket up to his chest and broke into a coughing fit, his headache pounding with each cough. This was fine! He was fine-

"Dad," The doorknob turned slowly and Lucifer swore he could feel his heart stop, "I'm sorry, I'm coming in."

"NO! DON'T! I'm FINE!" Lucifer scrambled out of bed and managed to slam the door shut before he slid down it and clutched his head tightly, "J- just leave me alone for a bit, yeah? I'll be down later today" He could hear Charlie yelp and shuffle away from the door. Fuck! Did he hurt her? It was silent for a moment before he could hear Charlie slowly start to walk away.

"Alright, I'll see you later then..." Fuck, Charlie sounded so sad... Lucifer glanced at his day outfit and looked down at himself. He snapped himself 'clean' and made himself look presentable before he pushed the door open and quickly grabbed Charlie's wrist. The taller glanced down at him, surprised.

"Hey-" don't throw up, don't throw up, holy shit- don't throw up- "I'm sorry, I'm just a little... stressed at the moment"

Charlie looked him up and down for a moment and Lucifer was promptly reminded of her mother, she wore the same calculating gaze as Lilith did. It was almost uncanny.... "Not that I don't believe that but uh, what have you been doing for the past two days?" Charlie tilted her head to the side, her disheveled hair falling over her shoulder.

"Just uh, king stuff" Lucifer choked back a cough, "You know, its not easy running hell!" Lucifer puffed his chest up proudly, it really wasn't! Charlie looked unconvinced, but what was he supposed to tell her? That he had been stuck in bed for the past few days, unable to sleep? That he had been hurting himself? That he had been breaking shit in his room because of a stupid headache?

She would hate him.

"Alright" Charlie said slowly, still unconvinced. She shifted her captured wrist to gently hold Lucifer's trembling hands. Her face lit up and Lucifer then knew she came up with another grand plan, "Well, it's not good to work nonstop! Sooo~" She bounced on her feet, Lucifer watched her, vaguely wondering where all her energy was coming from.

"I'm making today a mandatory relaxation day!" Charlie grinned at her father, "Not just for you but for everybody! We can drink hot chocolate, read, watch tv~! OOOH! Do each other's nails! I know Angel and Nifty would love that!"

Lucifer swallowed thickly "Yeah, I'm sure they would!" Charlie glanced down at her father as if just remembering that he was there.

She frowned and took his other hand, "are you sure, you're alright?" Holy hell why did she have to have such a big heart?

Lucifer tried to give her a convincing smile, "I promise I'll let you know when I'm not" Charlie heaved a sigh of relief and let go of his hands. The lie felt sour in his mouth but it was fine. He could handle himself!

"Alright, be downstairs in the lobby at breakfast time, kay?" Before he could answer she was already bounding down the hallway and slamming her door shut.

Lucifer stood there for a moment, wondering what in the nine rings of hell he had gotten himself into.

...

Breakfast... was loud. At some point Angel had gone from very loudly hitting on him and practically sitting on his lap to helping Husker at the bar once the grumpy bartender made his existence known. Alastor was, thankfully, not anywhere to be found, but he had learned that was often the Radio demons way. He didn't show up unless something particularly interesting was happening. Beside Lucifer was Charlie who was excitedly talking to Vaggie about her plans for the day.

Lucifer dimly wondered if Charlie had a plan for everything she was doing. He pushed around his food for a bit, trying to keep his pounding headache at bay as he tried to follow what Fran? Fred? Frannie? The egg thing, was saying.

Though he had been told that most of what they said was complete and utter nonsense. (Much like the things you make. No one really cares about your creations, or about you) Lucifer stabbed his hash browns and pushed them around, not really feeling like eating despite how his mouth was watering at the smell and his stomach curled with hunger at the food in front of him.

"-d"

He really didn't deserve it anyway. (Why should anyone waste food on someone like you? It's only a matter of time before someone kicks you out of here)

"ad!"

Perhaps he could get away with eating a little and then claim he was full? Would that work?

"DAD!" Lucifer winced and looked up from his plate and stared at Charlie.

"Y-eah?" Lucifer stammered looking up from his plate, Charlie looked at Lucifer, concern riddled all over her face, oh boy she would never win a card game ever.

"I asked if you were okay, you've hardly touched your food" Oh... shit.

Lucifer chuckled dryly, "Yeah, I'm just not feelin' too hungry this morning." Why did it feel like someone was staring at him? Lucifer glanced behind him to look at the bar where Husker was staring at him, one eyebrow arched. Lucifer bit his bottom lip and decided to just ignore the demon, slowly turning his attention back to Charlie, who was still staring at him with her doe like eyes.

"Well, can you eat like... half of your food? You haven't come out to eat in days"

"Charlie... I'm really not hungry" Was it just him, or did the invisible gaze of Husk get sharper?

"Please?" Charlie begged and Lucifer swore he could see stars in her eyes, "For me?"

Oh fuck him. His inability to say no to Charlie would lead to his second fall. Lucifer sighed and twirled his fork in his hand for a moment before he stabbed his hash browns again and chewed on it slowly. Holy fuck- when was the last time he actually ate? Oh fuuuck this was so god dammed good-

Lucifer didn't notice Charlie and Vaggie fist bump in a small celebration as he began to stuff his face full, finishing off half his plate in a matter of seconds. A hand rested on Lucifer's shoulder and the shorter man went stiff, a piece of meat hanging from his mouth as his pupils shrank to the size of pins "Daaam, its not like it's gonna get up and walk away from ya', yer eatin' like its your last meal" did Lucifer ever mention he didn't like being touched while eating? He snapped and growled at Angel, pulling his plate closer to his chest.

It was his. All his. Don't fucking take it- Angel put up one set of hands in mock arrest, a look of surprise covering his face for a moment. "Je-sus- he almost bit my hand off!" Angel whined, heels clicking as he stepped back from Lucifer as the shorter snapped at him again before he returned back to his plate, eating faster this time while also glancing at the spider warily.

"This may come as a surprise to you Angel, but not everyone likes being touched" Vaggie said, hand resting on Charlies as if she needed to pull her girlfriend away from the king at a moments notice.

"Uh, dad?" Charlie leaned her head down to look at Lucifer, who at some point, dropped his fork in favor of just stuffing his face with his hands. He glanced up at her, eyes still wide and pupils small.

"You're ok, no one's gonna take your food, it's yours. We have more if you want more, ok?" She outstretched her hand, palm up, Lucifer froze again, a low growl coming from the back of his throat. It was his-

"Uh, princess, I think it might be best if we leave the short feral man alone" Angel said, walking swiftly behind the two as Vaggie nodded in agreement.

"Yeaaah, he doesn't seem too... stable, at the moment" Husker gruffed and Lucifer's gaze snapped to where the winged cat now stood. Charlie shushed the three and let her head rest on the table, hand still as she locked eyes with her father.

"Its okay. He won't hurt me. He never has, and he never will" Charlie's voice was soft and gentle, Lucifer glanced at her hand again leaning forward slowly to sniff at it. His eyes darted up at her again befo- what in the ever loving hell was he doing?! Lucifer sat up, trying to shake off the weird daze he had settled in as he glanced around at the group and then at his gloved hands. Dammit, he really liked these gloves...

"Dad? Are you al-"

"PEACHY!" Lucifer grinned (God, his head hurt), "Apologies for..." Lucifer looked down at his plate, food was splattered on the table next to it "The... mess, BUUT!" He quickly stood up and picked up his plate, (More- he needed more- it wasn't enough- fuck, he was so god damn hungry-) "I need to go clean myself up for the rest of the days activity's!" He quickly exited the room before anyone could stop him.

...

The food felt heavy in his stomach, (Nasty bitch, stuffing your face like the rat you are) Lucifer quickly walked past his covered mirror and made a beeline for the toilet. He ripped his gloves off and stuffed his fingers down his throat.

...

Thankfully, no one talked about what had happened during breakfast or asked about what he was doing during the hour he was gone, much to his relief. He couldn't stop himself from squirming in his seat as Husker grumpily painted his nails. It was very clear the taller demon hadn't liked Lucifer snapping at his friend, not that Lucifer didn't feel bad. He very much did feel bad!

But- Huskers own claws were digging into Lucifer's skin and fuck, it hurt! (You hurt yourself all of the time, why can't you take someone else doing it? Pathetic little shit.) But he didn't say anything, instead he glanced over at Angel, Charlie, Vaggie, and Nifty. Angel was gently combing through Charlies large mass of hair and was braiding it carefully while Charlie struggled to paint the constantly moving Nifty who, at several points in time, tried drinking the nail polish. Vaggie had already gotten her nails done and was just watching the movie quietly.

He scratched his leg, picking at a healing cut that itched like nobody's business. "Stop movin' yer makin' me miss." Husker growled, Lucifer wanted to point out that he would miss no matter what with how tightly he was holding the nail polish cap. He thought better of it and stilled himself, forcing his other hand into his pocket.

He managed to stay still for about... five seconds before his leg started bouncing and he pulled his hand back out of his pocket to fiddle with his pants again. Husker growled and shoved the nail polish back into the container and tossed it onto the couch, deeming his work done. He huffed and leaned into Angel's side, choosing to watch the movie rather than finish Lucifer's hand. Lucifer didn't blame him, he wouldn't want to work with himself either. He HAD to live with himself and he hated it.

Lucifer glanced at his nails, the polish hit some of his skin but he didn't mind, he kinda liked it. It was imperfect, and that's what made it beautiful. "Thank you" He whispered, not really caring if Husker heard or not as he turned his attention to the tv. Missing the small twitch of Husker's ear.

...

Whoever told Charlie that Uno is a fun and relaxing game should die, twice. And then they should get cooked over an open flame before they die a third time. The game had started simple enough, be the first one to lose all their cards. Simple, friendly and shouldn't have made much of a fuss. That was until Husker had started treating it like a poker game and then suddenly bets were involved, rules changed constantly, and they caught Nifty trying to use the cards to kill bugs.

One thing led to another and suddenly there were teams, fire, and many many thrown pillows. Lucifer found himself using a metal pan to wack away a bunch of softball gun pellets Angel had pulled from who knows where. He found himself grinning wildly trying to aim his hits at Husker and the Egg as Vaggie launched a 'bomb' (To be honest, Nifty had gotten wrapped up in it as a little surprise for the other team)

So wrapped up in the mock war with the other team, Lucifer didn't notice Charlie smiling softly at him, an almost relieved look in her eyes.

...

Lucifer panted, his headache had come back full force and his stomach was in knots again but holy fuck- was that fun.

"We totally won that" Lucifer wheezed, lifting up a fist to fist bump Vaggie, who was also laying on the floor with Charlie draped atop of her.

"Oh yeah, absolutely" She agreed, knocking their knuckles together.

"What- No! We obviously won!" Angel countered, lifting his head up from where he was bent over the top of the couch.

"Then why do you look like you lost?" Lucifer asked, lifting his head up to look at Angel, (Wrong move, god- wrong move- holy shit his head hurt!)

"I" Angel proclaimed, pointing one arm up into the air, "Am taking a victorious breather" He huffed and put his arm back down, letting his head dangle.

"Yep, keep tellin' yourself that"

"Yer doin the same thing I'm doing!" Lucifer laughed and glanced at Husker.

"Am I? Somethin' tells me Husk doesn't want a piece of this~" He wasn't sure if the pillow to his face was worth it or not.

...

Lucifer leaned against the door, listening to it click shut. To say he was exhausted would be an understatement. Lucifer stripped off his clothes and tossed them onto the floor, leaving his binder and shorts on. He stumbled into bed, the edges of his brain fuzzy from the wine he drank at dinner. (He mostly just had wine for dinner but, ya know, no one wanted a repeat of breakfast so they just let him get tipsy while Charlie tried sneaking bits of food onto his already small plate.) Lucifer sighed, face flushed and warm with alcohol, no doubt he would be paying for drinking non water and eating hardly any food later, but for now, he snuggled into his bed, waiting for the call of sleep to drag his head further into his pillow.

It never really came.

...

Lucifer whined as his body trembled with exhaustion, his head hurt and his mouth tasted like acid and regurgitated wine. He winced as his stomach twisted again and he stuck his head deeper into the toilet. God, this was so pathetic.

Lucifer panted as sweat dripped down his face and into the bowl. Suddenly the world tilted violently and then went black.

...

"-ound.... in the bathroom I d..."

"Toilet...."

Something was stroking the side of his head, their hand was so cold compared to how warm he felt. He winced and leaned into the hand.

Was someone crying? Someone sounded like they were crying... was it him? Was he crying? He didn't think so... the voice was too high pitched to be his...

His stomach lurched again and he turned his head away from the hand as he spit up, pain wracking his body.

"-HIT!" There were sounds of general commotion and suddenly he was weightless. His head lolled back and the rest of him went limp. And suddenly, it was quiet once more.

...

Bright- too bright- Lucifer groaned as he forced himself to sit up again, he open hi- This was not his room.

He was fairly certain that he didn't fall asleep in the lobby. Very certain actually. From what he could tell he was alone at the moment, he glanced to the side and found a glass of water and two little pills. With trembling hands he pushed the pills into his mouth and took several greedy gulps of water, it wasn't long until the water was spilling out of the sides and dribbling down his chin as he gasped between gulps.

"My, my you're going to choke if you drink your water like that~" Alastor's voice crooned.

Lucifer gagged in surprise and choked on his water.

"Told you~"

"Wh-" Lucifer coughed again, "What the hell are you doing here?" Lucifer glared up at Alastor, the radio demons grin didn't waver as he sat up straight.

"Believe it or not, I~ live here! That, and Charlie asked me to keep an eye on you and if you needed anything, other than me leaving you alone, that all you have to do is ask!" Lucifer groaned and set the cup down, just short of dropping it on the table. Alastor inspected his claws as if there were better things he could be doing, there probably was (No one actually wants to make sure your sorry ass is ok).

Lucifer grumbled and fiddled with the thin blanket on his lap, doing his best to ignore the radio demon, who also seemed content with the deadly silence.

"You know-" or not. Lucifer glanced up at the taller.

"Charlie's well being is important to me, to us, right?" Alastor arched an eyebrow as he waited for Lucifer to answer.

"O-of course, I do care about her" he croaked in response. He squeaked as Alastor moved toward him quickly, their faces inches apart.

"Then why did you hurt her?" His head cocked in a very uncomfortable looking way.

Lucifer blinked in surprise, "I- I didn't" He didn't think he did anyway...

"Oh not physically!" He moved away again, "For some unfathomable reason she cares for you, and to see you in any sort of pain harms her, hurts her" That- couldn't be true...

"SO!" Alastor clapped his hands and stopped his pacing to stare down at Lucifer. "If I catch you, if any of us catch you, harming yourself, starving yourself or anything of that sort, we will tell our beloved Charlie"

Lucifer hardly believed that, they hadn't really spoken in years, and while Lucifer was fairly certain that the only reason he hadn't killed himself was because of Charlie, he never really saw her really caring about him.

"You know, you should have seen her face when she found you! I've never seen her so terrified before! I swear you could see her little heart shatter into ittsy-bittsy pieces" Alastor trailed off, his eyebrows furrowing, a more painful looking smile etched in his face. Lucifer's heart clenched at the thought of Charlie being upset and him not being awake to tell her it was going to be alright.

But the idea of this little shit trying to intervene on what he was going with his alone time, he was about to tell the dick-shit just as much before the door slammed open and Charlie came rushing in. He didn't have time to say anything before he was wrapped tightly in her arms and she was a blubbering mess. Lucifer didn't hesitate wrapping his arms around her as tightly as he could, which wasn't very tight due to his small stature and he really hadn't been doing anything healthy for the past few days...

Something hot and wet slipped down his cheek and dripped onto Charlie's outfit.

"I'm sorry" He croaked, his breath hitched as he clung to Charlie for dear life, "I'm sorry, Msorry" He kept repeating the words as he rocked back and forth, tears falling down his own face and sobs wracking his own body uncontrollably. He glanced at Alastor and nodded, a silent agreement to the younger man's previous terms.

Alastor nodded and promptly left the room.

...

Lucifer sat there, stroking Charlie's tangled hair gently as she sniffled in her sleep.

His own eyes felt like they had weights attached to them, he knew despite his best efforts he wouldn't get any sleep. At least he could watch over his little girl while she rested.

...............................................

That was.... much longer than i thought it was going to be.

@yes-that-is-very-you

[protectxthem]

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[jacks-wack-attack]

I don't even have words right now. What are words to convey all the emotions running through me currently?

All I wanted was to see Lucifer and Charlie both change their forms, and THEY. DELIVERED. MY GOD.

JUST LOOK AT THEM. THEY LOOK FUCKING FABULOUS. BOTH MY CINNAMON ROLLS SHOWED THEIR CLAWS AND I'M HERE FOR IT.

But Alastor, sweetie. Can I give you a hug?

I want to help my baby boy. My heart broke for him and he deserves the world, plain and simple.

AND VAGGIE AND CHARLIE SUNG MORE THAN ANYTHING TOGETHER AND SAID I LOVE YOU AND IT MADE MY HEART BURST.

THAT IS ALL. THAT WAS DELIGHTFUL

[korra-northeast-germany]

A day forgotten

"Go away Mammon can't you see I'm busy!" Huffed Levi shoving his older brother out of his room. "But- Levi-!" the elder whined called. "I want to spend my-" he was shushed. "L.E.A.V.E" "fine! I'll hang out with someone else! See that I care!"

...

Lucifer declined "sorry mammon but I am currently very busy today"

...

Satan shook his head "I'm going to have to decline, the author of my favorite book series is signing books today" hummed the wrath demon. He seemed excited. "I can go with ya Sat!" "And get embarrassed by you? No thanks" a snicker. Mammon hates that snicker.

...

Refusal from Asmo, "whys today so important to you anyway? It's just the 10th nothing special"

...

Beel was too busy trying to get belphie to touch grass. Normally Mammon would be the one doing that, but today was just not the time for that. Plus Belphie kept complaining whenever he got near him.

........

Mammon say in a tree contemplating the days events. It was his birthday. His brothers forgot, like always. Normally he didn't care for it and would go bother the purgatory hall residents but this day was different, this day was special! They all promised they wouldn't forget. They promised! They promised! THEY FUCKING WROTE CONTRACTS FOR FUCK SAKE! Yet here he was. His special day forgotten, thrown aside for stupid activities like book signings. "Am I not important enough. Of course I'm not importamy cause, if I was..They would have remembered. They *hic* never remeber" he starts to cry.

Poor mammon's mind flashed to every year, every memory of his brothers forgetting his birthday. Always acting like it never existed.. fuck it hurt. It hurt so much , it caused his heart to break and his throat swells. "Its not fair...Its bit fair it's not fair it's not fair! I always remember their's! Why can't they remember mine?! for once?!" The greed demon sobs.

He cried so much his vision became blurry, he cried so hard his mind went blank, he cried so loud it could be heard even in the far depths of Devildom that few would visit.

........

A gentle hand lands on his shoulder, then moves it's way to his head where it starts to pet, gently ruffling his hair. A voice, very unfamiliar speaks to him. "Forget them. If they can't be bothered to remember your special day, then you might as well not remember theirs anymore." Mammon feels himself receive a tight yet gentle hug. "They do not diserve a brother like you." The avatars cries falter, "who-" "shhh...do not worry about it. How about you tell me how you feel instead yeah? We'll even have a birthday just the too of us. Would you like that?" "....yeah..." "great"

.....

A kiss on the head.

...........

"Why do I feel like we all fucked up"  states Levi.

"Because you did"

You know your fucked up when the demon king is sitting in your house seething with utter hatred.

A/N: sorry something came up Saturday anyway happy late birthday mams

[keishara-korianthil]

Multifandom Villains #3

These villains deserved better and I don't accept objections

Copyright: Images don't belong to me, they belong to the creators of these shows.

[kali-chaotic-neutral]

MC: I will now torture you Lucifer raising an eyebrow in amusement: Kinky~ MC smiling gently: I think you are sweet and beautiful Lucifer tensing: wait... MC moving to him: You deserve to be cared for as much as you care for your brothers Lucifer backing into his room wall: No! MC leaning forward: Stay. You're feelings and needs are valid and deserve to be heard Lucifer clinging to MC's waist for dear life: I NEED A SAFE WORD!!!

[suitheus]

Lucifer being needy, featuring the homescreen.

This is just precious, someone give this demon some attention, he clearly needs it

[hells-greatest-performers]

Hypothetically if Lucifer were listening to your radio show right now, what song would you play for him?

Alastor: If Lucifer was listening? We’ll have the perfect song for him…you see as you all know, he lost his first born daughter Charlie recently. And though he tries to hide it, he’s in great mourning and depression. And now that he has Calliope and a new child on the way, he shouldn’t be holding in such grief…so Lucifer, if you’re listening…this one is for you…

Lucifer: *sleeping…dreaming…*

Lucifer: *crying in his sleep*

[mikeluciraphgabe]

Lucifer: HUG

Raphael, holding a knife and hissing: 🔫no

Lucifer: *falls to knees dramatically*

(Later)

Raphael, awkwardly leaning into Lucifer to hug him because - turns out - he actually needed one: *patting his back* there there 🧍‍♀️

Lucifer, sobbing: iloveyousomuch

Raphael: uh huh

[bunny-is-cute]

Sequel to “Only For You”

Summary: Direct Sequel to “Only For You” After Alastor creates a baby to sacrifice to Lilith for his freedom, Lucifer steps in and takes the baby, or rather the pregnancy, on himself. Alastor has assaulted him so he’s merely taking responsibility —so now with Charlie being mad at him and with little support, Lucifer is handling this pregnancy solo.

But he’s an angel, he can handle it by himself — right?

HEAVY THEMES TO THIS STORY!

[themidnightwitch44]

I need to give Sam Winchester a hug. Just a big hug.

(I also think getting a hug FROM Sam would fix me but that’s besides the point)

[zealousllamawolf]

For me the best part about waking up on my day off is knowing I can write the most jaw-dropping smutty story I can about Daddy Lucifer with nothing to stop me.

Please someone please save me it’s too hot in here