#lucifer's vulnerability

[forbescaroline]

235 FAVORITE SHIPS OF ALL TIME (ranked by my followers) 16. lucifer morningstar and chloe decker - lucifer

[aventurineswife]

Hello, since the request are open, I would like to request for platonic obey me brothers, Specifically to Lucifer and Mammon.

Reader are jealous with the brother's relationship with each other. Sure they're fighting most of the time, but they love and will protect each other no matter what. At first they're good at hiding their jealousy, but eventually they vent to the brothers.

Reader vent that their brother never cared about them. Fighting with each other? It would be a miracle if their brother would actually talk to them for more than 5 minutes. Any attempt to gain his attention are futile. Fall from their bike? Not his problem, wining a sport tournament? Not even a compliment could be heard or see. Hell even when they're in the hospital he doesn't even bother to say get well soon, He never had time and always busy. They thought it's normal, until they saw a healthy sibling relationship would like.

Sorry if it's not a great, I tried to describe it as coherent as possible. Thank you 💕

Somewhere I Belong

Tags: Lucifer x Reader, Mammon x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Relationships, Angst with a Happy Ending, Found Family, Sibling Bonding, Emotional Vulnerability, Reader Has a Neglectful Brother, Protective, Soft Lucifer Moments, Mammon Being a Chaotic But Loving Brother.

Warnings: Mentions of Neglect, Emotional Hurt/Comfort (Reader vents about their feelings of loneliness and jealousy), Mild Language (Mammon being Mammon), Lucifer’s Overprotectiveness, Mammon Being Clingy in a Big Brother Way (Reader gets adopted into the family whether they like it or not).

Lucifer was used to dealing with conflicts. As the eldest, it was his duty to maintain order, whether it was stopping Mammon from getting into debt, keeping Satan’s wrath in check, or making sure Belphegor didn’t sleep through an important meeting. The brothers bickered constantly, but when it truly mattered, they stood by each other without question. Their bond, forged through centuries of trials, was something Lucifer both resented and cherished.

But what he didn’t expect was the look in your eyes.

At first, you hid it well. You smiled, laughed at their antics, acted as if nothing was wrong. But Lucifer was observant. He noticed the way your gaze lingered when Mammon, despite whining, still put himself in danger to protect his brothers. The way your hands clenched when Satan, despite his temper, still softened when his younger siblings needed him. The way you looked away when Beel immediately sensed Belphegor was hungry before the latter even spoke.

It all came crashing down one evening when you found yourself alone with Lucifer in his study. You had been quiet all day, and that silence stretched between you like an unspoken question.

"You've been unusually reserved today," Lucifer finally said, setting his paperwork aside. "Is something bothering you?"

You hesitated. You didn't want to talk about it, didn't want to appear weak, but the weight in your chest had become unbearable.

"I just..." You let out a shaky sigh, avoiding his gaze. "I don’t understand. You and your brothers fight all the time, but at the end of the day, you still love each other. You’ll do anything to protect one another, no matter what."

Lucifer tilted his head, his eyes studying you carefully. "That is how family works."

You laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Not mine."

For the first time since you had arrived in the Devildom, you spoke about your past. About the brother who never looked at you the way Lucifer looked at Mammon, even when he was scolding him. The brother who never bickered with you, because he never had time for you in the first place. The brother who never comforted you when you were hurt, never cheered for you when you succeeded, never cared.

Lucifer remained silent, letting you speak, but his gaze darkened. His hands clenched into fists beneath his desk, anger simmering—not at you, but at the neglect you had suffered.

You took a shaky breath, rubbing at your eyes before looking at him with a broken smile. "I thought that was normal. I thought siblings were just like that. But then I saw you guys, and... I realized how much I missed out on."

The silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating. You half-expected Lucifer to scoff, to tell you that you were being foolish. Instead, he stood, stepping closer until he was right in front of you.

"Your pain is valid," he said, voice softer than you'd ever heard it. "And it angers me that you were denied what should have been a fundamental part of your life."

You blinked, surprised at his intensity.

"You are part of this family now," he continued, reaching out. Hesitation flickered in his eyes before his hand rested gently on your head. "That means you are my responsibility as well. And I do not take my responsibilities lightly."

Your breath hitched.

"You may not have had a brother who cared before, but you do now." His fingers curled slightly, as if anchoring you. "You have all of us."

For the first time, the tightness in your chest eased. A warmth, foreign yet comforting, bloomed in its place.

Lucifer would never say it outright, but his actions spoke for themselves.

You were his now. And he would protect you as fiercely as he did his own brothers.

Mammon wasn’t the best at dealing with emotions—especially not his own.

He knew something was up with you, though. You had been acting weird, and not your usual weird. At first, he figured maybe you were just in a bad mood, but it had been going on for days. You weren’t joking around with him as much, your smile didn’t reach your eyes, and—worst of all—you weren’t arguing with him when he called himself "The Great Mammon."

That was when he knew something was seriously wrong.

So, he confronted you the only way he knew how—awkwardly and way too loud.

"Alright, spill it!" Mammon crossed his arms, blocking your way in the hallway. "Ya been actin’ all weird lately, and it’s buggin’ me!"

You frowned. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

"Bull." He leaned in, squinting at you. "Ya barely even called me an idiot this week!"

You let out a short laugh, but it faded too quickly. Mammon caught it.

He didn’t know what made him push further, but before he could stop himself, he asked, "C’mon, what’s wrong? Ya know ya can talk to me, right?"

Maybe it was the sincerity in his voice. Maybe it was just the right time. Whatever the reason, the words spilled out before you could stop them.

"It’s stupid," you muttered. "I just... I never really had a real sibling."

Mammon blinked. "Huh?"

You sighed, rubbing your arm. "My brother never cared. He never noticed me, never had time for me. I could’ve been dying, and he wouldn’t have even looked up from whatever he was doing." You let out a bitter chuckle. "And then I see you guys. You fight, you annoy each other, but at the end of the day, you care. You protect each other. And I just... I guess I got jealous."

Mammon stared at you, his usual bravado fading into something softer.

Then, without warning, he reached out and ruffled your hair.

"Yer an idiot."

You scowled. "Excuse me—?"

"Ya got me now, don’t ya?" Mammon grinned, though there was something surprisingly genuine in his voice. "So what if your bro was a jerk? That just means I gotta be the best damn big bro ya could ever ask for!"

You blinked at him, stunned. "You—what?"

"Ya heard me!" He puffed out his chest. "The Great Mammon ain't just some regular demon—I'm yer big bro now! And trust me, I ain't gonna ignore ya."

Something warm blossomed in your chest.

"...You’re serious?"

"Duh!" Mammon scoffed, ruffling your hair again. "Ya better get used to it, 'cause now you’re stuck with me."

For the first time in a long time, you felt something close to happiness.

Maybe, just maybe, you finally had a brother who cared.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[messysketchyobeyme]

I think I have an addiction to making Lucifer say please

[thedevildompolybunch]

Lucifer ASMR

The Lucifer ASMR gave me that "I have to get up and walk around because this stimulation is way too much for my body" feeling! 

LUCIFER ASMR SPOLIER PHOTOS BELOW

I mean look at this! This man is suave, caring, soft, 🥺🥺🥺 ugggghhhhh!!! I can't!!!  😫😫😫

Can you tell I'm excited? I'm a blushing mess right now. 

I had to stop the audio to screech a bit. I'm so overwhelmed with Joy!!!

I can't wait for the rest of the brothers to come out, ugh pleeeease!!! 10 out of 10 can't stop listening to it! Please also do Triworlds!!! 

[humbuns]

i haven't touched obm content in a hot minute but feral and indifferent belphie is running in my mind rn and it's still so sad nb failed to deliver belphie suffering again!

[gaywatch]

'the love of a miracle makes immortals vulnerable' is a possibility that's nausea inducing in an overblown-90s-straight-romance-novel kind of way but it's also legitimately clever considering how it's all played out over three seasons so I respect it if that's where we're going

[nobodymitskigabriel]

Something about Lucifer reaching out to Sam in 11x04 Baby almost right after he finally has sex for the first time years.

[echoes-ofdawn]

if my love-at-first-sight refused to even shake my hand and now hes one of my trusted people, i too would be over the moon. what is not registering in your head bestie?

[aventurineswife]

I want Obey Me! brothers with a reader who is like Aventurine please

“Life’s a gamble, and I’m not afraid to play”

Tags: Obey Me! Brothers x Aventurine based Reader, Gambling, Complex Emotions, Dangerous Allure, Survivor’s Guilt, Emotional Walls, Vulnerability, Romantic Tension, Calculated Risk.

Warnings: Manipulation, Emotional Trauma, Mature Themes, Tension & Angst, Possibly Unhealthy Relationships.

Lucifer never let his guard down, but there was something about you, something that made him question his usually strict demeanor. You strolled into the room with the kind of confidence that could make anyone stop in their tracks. A blend of elegance, danger, and calculated charm, you had his full attention.

He watched as you approached, your eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, Lucifer," you greeted smoothly, your voice a melody of deliberate calmness. "I do hope I’m not interrupting anything important."

His lips curled into a small, knowing smile. “You never interrupt, MC. You simply… reframe the situation.”

You flashed a grin, the kind that could disarm any of his carefully laid plans. “I’m flattered, truly. But perhaps there’s more to this game than you realize.”

Lucifer studied you, every flicker of your gaze, every slight movement. He saw through your mask of charm—the hidden tension in your posture, the way your left hand, uncharacteristically, remained hidden behind your back. “Still playing with risks, I see. You never change.”

“And why would I?” You shrugged nonchalantly, turning your eyes toward the window, observing the moonlight dancing across the room. “What’s life without a gamble, Lucifer? A dull, predictable affair. I find excitement in the unknown.”

He leaned back in his chair, his arms crossed. “And what would you risk this time?”

Your smile remained, enigmatic, your eyes darkening with hidden depths. "Everything."

He chuckled softly, though his gaze was sharp. "Then it seems you and I are more alike than I care to admit, MC."

There was no answer, just a brief flicker of shared understanding between you two. The game was always on, whether you were playing with words or with your lives.

Mammon couldn’t help but stare at you, his gaze lingering on your every movement. Your aura—unpredictable, yet effortlessly charming—drew him in like a moth to a flame. You had that same glint in your eye that screamed danger, the kind of danger he couldn’t resist.

“Oi, MC,” he called, his voice a little more flustered than usual. “What’s the deal with all this... fancy clothes and big-shot talk, huh? Ya some kinda god of games or something?”

You gave a soft chuckle, flipping a lock of your sandy blond hair out of your face as you glanced back at him. "I like to think of myself as... an architect of fate. The stakes are high, Mammon, but I never back down from a challenge."

Mammon frowned, scratching the back of his head. “Yer freakin’ weird, y’know that? Always talkin’ like life’s a game. Ya can’t just gamble with everything!”

“Why not?” You asked, your voice smooth and enticing, yet with a flicker of something deeper. “Everything is a gamble, Mammon. Even now, we’re gambling with our time. With our choices. The difference between us is that I don’t mind losing, as long as the thrill remains.”

His eyes narrowed, unsure whether you were trying to impress him or scare him. “So what’s yer game, huh?”

Your lips curled into a smile, the edges of your grin both inviting and dangerous. “The game is simple, Mammon. Don’t fear the stakes; fear the regret of never taking the risk.”

He swallowed hard. "Guess you’ve got a point there... but maybe not all of us wanna play with fire."

You tilted your head, your eyes catching the light just right. “You’d be surprised, Mammon. Sometimes it’s the fire that keeps us alive.”

Levi was never one to deal with complicated personalities, but when you entered the room, he couldn’t help but stare. You weren’t just confident—you were unnervingly composed, and that sharp, strategic mind of yours? It sent shivers down his spine.

“Hey, uh, MC, right?” Levi muttered, his voice shaky. “You’re like... totally different from what I expected. I mean, your whole vibe is like... I dunno, like you’re always on a high-stakes mission or something.”

You gave a low laugh, the sound light but with a hint of a challenge. “High stakes? I would say it’s just life. Nothing more thrilling than walking a tightrope, don’t you think?”

Levi looked at you, wide-eyed. “A tightrope!? No way! What if you fall?”

“I never fall, Leviathan.” You tilted your head, eyes glinting dangerously as you continued, “Falling is for those who are afraid to rise.”

You seemed to glide through the conversation, your movements as fluid as a dancer. But there was a subtle tension in your posture, a hand always hidden or tucked away behind your back, a secret you kept locked in your mind. It fascinated him.

“I... I guess I get it?” Levi muttered, his fingers twitching nervously. “But... don’t you get scared? I mean, gambling with everything sounds... kinda crazy.”

Your smile was sly, calculating. “Fear isn’t the problem, Levi. The problem is living without it.”

Satan always prided himself on his intellect, but you, had a way of getting under his skin, making him feel like a mere pawn in your grand game. He observed you closely, noting how your eyes flickered with silent challenges as if daring anyone to take a step into your world.

“You seem so... sure of yourself,” Satan remarked, his voice sharp as he leaned against the wall, watching you with intense scrutiny. “It’s almost as though you see everything as a puzzle to be solved.”

“You could say that.” Your grin widened, your eyes locking with his. “Everything is a puzzle, Satan. And I... am very good at solving them.”

Satan raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. “But you don’t mind playing dirty?”

You shrugged, the casual motion making your gold rings gleam. “Dirty? Life is messy. You either get in the dirt and make your play or you watch from the sidelines.”

He frowned, not sure if he was impressed or irritated by your words. “You sound like someone who’s never faced consequences.”

“Oh, I’ve faced them.” The playful tone in your voice slipped for a moment, a shadow of something deeper passing over your face. But just as quickly, it was gone, replaced by that same confident smile. “But consequences are just another form of the game. You play with the pieces, you take the risks. That’s the fun of it.”

Satan eyed you, a mix of curiosity and caution. “You certainly have a unique outlook. But I suppose that’s what makes you dangerous.”

You chuckled softly, your gaze never leaving his. “And yet, here you are, intrigued.”

Asmodeus was no stranger to captivating people, but you? You were a whole different level of dangerous allure. The way you walked into a room—your smile, your confidence, your playful, almost teasing nature—made him immediately want to know more.

“Oh darling, you’re a puzzle wrapped in an enigma!” Asmo exclaimed, eyes sparkling. “I can already tell you’re the type to keep everyone guessing.”

You leaned in, brushing a lock of your hair out of your face with a flourish, before meeting his gaze. “I’d say you’re half right, Asmo. It’s not about keeping others guessing, it’s about knowing when to let them in.”

He was momentarily taken aback. “So you do let people in?”

You raised an eyebrow, your smile lingering with a mysterious edge. “Sometimes. But it’s never without a price.”

Asmo couldn’t help but laugh, his interest piqued. “You certainly know how to make things... exciting.”

“There’s nothing dull about a gamble, Asmo,” you said, your voice almost teasing, yet with an underlying seriousness. “You of all demons should know that.”

Beel, despite his usual calm demeanor, couldn’t ignore the unsettling aura you carried with you. You weren’t like the others. The way you spoke, the way you carried yourself—everything screamed danger, but in a way that made him want to stay close.

“You don’t look like someone who’s afraid of anything,” Beel commented, his voice steady but curious. “Aren’t you scared of losing?”

“Fear of loss is a weakness, Beel.” Your voice was smooth, yet there was a quiet depth to it. “It’s only through loss that you truly understand what you’re willing to risk.”

Beel chewed on the words for a moment, his gaze softening slightly. “I don’t know about that... I’ve lost a lot.”

You gave a small, knowing smile. “We all lose, eventually. But we’re still here, aren’t we? That’s the real gamble.”

Beel blinked, slowly understanding. “You make it sound like there’s no escape from it.”

“Exactly,” you said, your voice more certain now. “There’s no escape, only choices. And sometimes... the best choice is to keep playing.”

Belphie, the quiet one, was strangely fascinated by you. While most people were intimidated by your demeanor, he saw something else—a deep, unspoken vulnerability behind your games, your calculated charm, your hidden fears. He couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“Hmm... you don’t seem like the kind of person who sleeps well,” he remarked, his lazy voice cutting through the silence.

You tilted your head. “And what gives you that impression?”

He yawned. “I’ve met a lot of people who act like everything’s fine, but you... you’re different. Always playing your cards close to your chest, hiding behind that smile of yours.”

You paused, eyes flicking briefly to your hand, which was tucked behind your back. “I sleep just fine, Belphegor. But some things... are better left unsaid.”

His gaze lingered on you, as if waiting for you to reveal more, but he knew better than to push. Sometimes, it was the quiet moments that spoke the loudest.

“Well, if you say so.” He shrugged, rolling back into the couch. “I’m just saying, the game you’re playing? It’s got a hell of a lot more stakes than you let on.”

[melverie]

Tag game time!

Now that season 1 is over, let's gather everyone's favorite moments from NB. If you want you can also add why you like that moment but no pressure!

Anyway here's mine:

[19-17]

While that small little interaction itself is hilarious, I actually love the entire conversation with Lucifer so much. I just love seeing him drop his pride and instead just be so vulnerbale for once. Seeing a more honest Lucifer was actually what first made me like him ever since the og s2 finale, and I think part of it has to do with the fact that Lucifer's sin is mostly just an internal thing? Like, unlike with Beel or Mammon and their sins, it's really hard to show how Lucifer is actually affected by it, which is why these few instances where we do get to see how he's barely holding himself together underneath his mask of the arrogant and perfect Avatar of Pride are so effective. They make my heart break in the best kind of way, and NB has really been treating me with those vulnerbale Luci moments

But yeah, like I said this interaction by itself was just funny as hell <3

Anyways, tagging @acaribeau @doomcandy @impish-ivy @yellowserendipitea + anyone else that wants to join in!

[the-devil-less-known]

"Would you let Alastor touch you?"

Lucifer balks at the suggestion, expression screwing up in obvious disgust. About the same as someone might give you if you dared them to kiss a warty toad fresh from a swampy mud puddle.

Actually, he might take kissing the toad if given the choice.

“And just what,” he begins, voice utterly dripping with disdain, “gave you the impression that I would let any sinner touch me, let alone that cur, Alastor? If he did, regardless of where or why, he is losing that hand…!” A pregnant pause as a thought seems to occur to him, making his expression sour all the more. “…But if Charlie is present, he can get away with a couple of broken fingers and an accusation about being a pervert.”

In general, the devil did not like being touched by anyone save for his daughter and closest friends. Other hellborns doing so just made him uncomfortable unless he was the one initiating. Sinners full on made his skin crawl with escalating levels of discomfort and neurotic urges to claw off his own skin depending on how much they touched him, where they did so, how many were touching and surrounding him at once, and, of course, how much he disliked the particular sinner(s) in question.

Alastor, for all he had provoked Lucifer with not only acting as if to replace him as Charlie’s father, enabled Charlie’s dreams (something he sees as reckless endangerment with her current methods), and very clearly being the sleezy type of scheming sinner…. Well, it’s fair to say that Lucifer has beef with him to borderline irrational levels in most settings and situations.

He is alive for the sheer fact that he is one of Charlie’s people, and that Lucifer is not a killer at heart.

[19catsncounting]

Jessifer in Chapter 3: One day I'll get to tell Sam about all my antics with the demons and all my plotting and all the work that went into the apocalypse and he'll think it's soooo cute and soooo cool.

Jessifer in Chapter 5: I have never told him about the atrocities I committed as the varsity cheer captain of Paso Robles High and I Never Will.

[jeetlebeetle]

Im ngl omega Alastor, beta Lucifer, and alpha Vox are running around rent free in my mind rn like rats

[wack-ashimself]

If you choose to be vulnerable around me, I choose to be vulnerable around you. -lucifer s5, e5

[wysteria-bloom]

⚝ "oh shit you're crying okay"

Hazbin Hotel boys react to you crying at a party

Warnings : mentions of val. hate that motherfucker.

Genre : angst, comfort, fluff

A/n : bro I jump between fandom obsessions too much I need help. Why am I simping for THE DEVIL from THE BIBLE and A TV-HEAD MAN 😭😭 actually devastated with myself. Anyways Vox and Alastor's may be a bit longer because... yeah. Angel-Dust's is a friend relationship but you can interpret it differently if you are a dude lol

Characters : angel-dust, husk, alastor, vox, lucifer

▢ angel dust 𔘓

When he walked into the bathroom, he was shocked at first at the sight of you, feeling fear grip his heart.

Had Val got his hands on you when he was distracted? He would never forgive himself if he had-

"Toots, ya can't jus' go an' disappear on me like that," He began softly as he closed the bathroom door, locking it for privacy," had me tearin' out my hair."

You sniffed as you look up at him, eyebrows furrowed, cheeks swollen from tears," s-sorry..." you whimpered out, curling in on yourself a little more.

He grimaced at the dirty floor you were sitting on before maneuvering around you sit next to you, one of his arms pulling you into his side-embrace comfortingly.

"This party's fuckin' shitty, ain't it? Sorry for bringin' ya here, doll." He sighed out, hand caressing your side softly.

You had to bite your tongue to stop yourself from sobbing as you shook your head vehemently," i-it's not that, Angel... you were only trying to cheer me up..." you furiously wiped at your eyes to stop more tears from falling," I just-... Fucking hate everything down here..."

He hummed, head leaning on top of yours," cheers to that." He droned out with a frown.

You looked up at him, his heart squeezing at the innocent look on your face. You weren't supposed to be down in a place like this, there was no way.

"Can we just... go get ice cream or something?" You then gulped, waving a hand," b-but if you're having fun-"

"Nah. I'd rather do one of Charlie's trust exercises than be in this shit-hole." He stood up smoothly and pulled you with him, keeping you close to him as he grinned toothily," I would kill for an ice cream right now."

▢ alastor ⍋

He didn't willingly want to be here, in fact he stayed for a total of 15 minutes to please Charlie before escaping outside to leave.

But the sight of you sitting on the steps outside sniffling to yourself made him pause in his long strides.

You had your head hung low, a red plastic cup sitting at your side alone.

You were prime for manipulation.

But... Alastor found himself being sympathetic. He breathed out a sigh before walking over to you," my, what do we have here? My dear, being out in the open in such a vulnerable state is a bold choice!" He exclaimed, grinning down at you, but it wasn't as sharp as it usually was.

You jumped at his sudden presence," Jesus-!" You looked up.

"Not quite!"

You seemed to relax at the sight of the red-haired demon and sighed in relief," Alastor..." you gave him a weak smile, wiping away at your tears," Wh-what brings you out here, huh? Needed fresh air?"

He sat down on the steps with you," As a matter of fact, I was planning my great escape from this wretched event!" He tilted his head at you, hair falling along with him as he regarded you with a knowing glint in his eyes," I believe you're well acquainted with the feeling, hmm?"

Your smile fell as you huffed, deciding it was useless to keep up a happy persona around Alastor when he was so good at reading right through you," You could say that."

"What bothers you so, my dear?" He gave you a closed-eyed smile, tugging at your cheek like an annoying auntie would do," perhaps your favourite radio demon can be of service to you."

He earned a giggle from you as you waved his hand away amusedly, making his expression soften at the sound.

"You're the only radio demon I know." You raised a brow at him in amusement.

He nodded with an exageratted shrug," I wouldn't have it any other way, dear."

You smiled genuinely at him, feeling your worries already disappearing," parties suck." You answered his previous question.

"Aha!" His smile looked like a grimace and his fluffy ears flattened as if an unpleasant memory was reminded to him," agreed."

"They're gross."

"Tell me about it!"

"And the people in it make me want to kill myself. Again."

He snapped his fingers at you," I knew we had something in common! Well-said, cher, very well-said~!" He pressed a hand to his heart - as if he had one.

As you laughed, your tears dried up and you leaned back a little," as for you being of service?..." You trailed off, referring back to his earlier inquiry. A soft smile made its way to your lips," I think you've helped enough already, Al."

The red demon's posture seemed to stiffen but relax, his grin curving gently which was his way of softening it," Wonderful to hear, my dear."

He gave you a gentle pat to the shoulder and you had never felt so comforted in that moment.

▢ husk ꩜

Before even attending the party, he knew something was up with you. You weren't smiling as much on the way there, and you were jumpy at his comforting touches.

Even so, you insited that you wanted to spend time with everyone at the party despite his assurances that you could stay home.

When he found you crying in the bathroom, he froze in his spot before grumbling to himself and closing the door behind him, not before giving a growl and a deadly glare at the demon that was whining about needing a piss.

He led you gently from the ground to a standing position before settling you on the toilet seat.

The silence between you both was soft and comforting, hanging in the air like a gentle caress of wind.

He got down on his knees in front of you and began to wipe away at your tears, a deep frown settled on his face.

You only stared into his eyes with your glassy ones, bottom lip trembling," my makeup probably looks so fucking gross..." you sobbed.

Husk snorted," should be the least of your worries, doll." When you finally stopped crying he huffed and flicked your forehead," you have some serious FOMO." He grumbled out, an amused smirk on his fluffy face.

You sniffled and nodded, choking back more tears," I know."

"And you need to know when to stop if you're uncomfortable."

You nodded again," I know.."

His brows furrowed," and you still look pretty with your makeup running down your face." His reassurance was sweet and charming despite the disgruntled expression on his face.

A watery smile broke onto your lips,"... Thank you." You breathed out softly.

"Wanna get the fuck outta here? There's a nice bar I know a few blocks away we could drink at. Just the two of us."

You hummed," Sounds awesome."

▢ vox ᯤ

When he agreed to go to this stupid party for Val, he wasn't expecting to run into something like this.

His greatest enemy, you, was sat outside with your head in your hands as you sobbed and cursed to yourself.

To be honest he was torn between making fun of you or just taking advantage of the situation and killing you.

But there was that little voice in the back of his coding that screamed to comfort you.

He groaned and ran his hands down his face," fuck my life fuck my life fuck my life..." He muttered to himself as he walked over to you.

He stood behind you and watched as you paused to look up at him, face puffy and pathetic.

He grinned wryly at the sight," Holy shit you're an ugly crier." He stated without thinking.

Your wide eyes turned half-lidded as you turned your attention away from him," Go fuck yourself, Vox. I'm not in the mood for your whiny baby shit." You grumbled out.

"Hey, hey. Whiny baby is too far, sweetheart. Take the insults down a few notches, yeah?" He then sat down next to you," treating me like this when about to comfort you. The fuckin' nerve of you."

You gave him a deadly glare, growling," Vox, leave. I told you I'm not in the fucking m-" you were interrupted by being pulled into a sudden embrace, making you shut up immediately.

There was a long awkward silence as you were pulled into Vox's side in a side-hug.

Then you spoke with a small voice,"... what is this." Was more of a demand than a question.

"Comfort." Vox replied casually when he was fucking sweating buckets.

"........ huh...." you bit your lip as you felt tears sting at your eyes,"... alright."

You leaned into him unknowingly, making him gush a little to himself. Why the fuck was he being soft right now? He didn't know.

"You looked hot tonight. All dolled up." He gritted out.

"Yeah? Looked? Past-tense?"

He nodded," you look like a wet-rag now."

You snorted," fuck you, man." You grumbled, and leaned your head onto his shoulder," fuck, I'm pathetic..."

"Yeah. But it's okay." He replied as comfortingly as he could but it just came out awkwardly," y'know parties are supposed to be fun? Why are you crying?"

"I hate my life? Or lack thereof?"

He hummed with a nod," Fair enough." Then he smiled widely," guess we have one thing in common, huh?"

You looked up at him before you sent him a slightly amused smirk," do we?"

He cleared his throat at your expression and looked away quickly, blush on his screen,"I-I mean.. yeah. Fucking sucks down here. Literal shit hole." Then he shrugged, trying to brush off the stutter of his heart," but... but at least you're not like... alone or whatever the fuck."

You stared for a moment, eyes softening as you nodded in agreement,"... Yeah. At least there's that, huh?"

You leaned back into his embrace with less tension in your body as Vox began to relax alongside you.

▢ lucifer morningstar ⚝

He came to this party just to make a brief appearance for his daughter's celebration of the hotel being rebuilt to be honest.

But he took quick note of how you had left very suddenly, mumbling to him about needing to take a breather outside. He was worried, of course, but he just left you in your lonesome until he got worried when you didn't return for 20 minutes.

When he walked outside onto the balcony of the hotel his eyes widened in horror at the sigh of you sobbing to yourself.

"Oh shit you're crying okay ummm," He walked over to you quickly, playing with his fingers awkwardly," Honey is everything okay? Do...do you need a hug?"

"Shit... sorry..." you mumbled looking up at him ashamedly from the floor, smiling pathetically as tears trailed down your cheeks," I.. I'm sorry you have to see me like this..."

He frowned deeply, his nervousness subsiding as he crouched down in front of you," Don't apologise for something so silly." He mumbled, grabbing on your hand and gently squeezing," what's wrong? Is it something I can help with?"

His concern was incredibly sweet and touching, not something you would expect from the King of Hell.

But here he was comforting you like you were the most precious treasure to him. And you were... aside from Charlie, for obvious reasons.

You sniffled and felt your tears gathering again at his concern, you bottom lip trembling. At the sight, he frowned," Oh, love... oh honey..." He brought you into a hug, arms wrapping securely around you as he let his wings embrace you as well," I'm here now... always will be..."

You nodded against him as you just cried your heart out.