#platonic Lucifer

[hobbylobbyy]

Okay! How about a Lucifer x male (or gn if you’re more comfortable) reader in a platonic fic? Reader is like a servant who helps Lucifer through depresso days

A/N: This sounds like a really nice friendship dynamic, I’m rlly happy I get to write it!

Also btw you’re an imp for the sake of not knowing what a duck is

Coping Methods

Summary: It’s been a few months since Lilith left Lucifer and he’s been taking it about as well as you think he would. He can barely get out of bed until you manage to coax him into a fun activity to ease his mind.

Platonic Lucifer x Male!Reader

Nobody expected Lilith to leave. Maybe that’s what made it worse when she did.

She didn’t leave anything behind either, not her clothes, not her shoes, not even a single letter.

Every being in that castle fell into a deep depression, it just felt so gloomy without her there. Though, it hit the Morningstar’s the hardest.

Charlie had moved out nearly a month after Lilith’s disappearance, claiming she wanted to find herself and have her own independence rather than rely on her father for the rest of her life.

Lucifer, however, barely even left the castle, let alone his own room. Very few people were allowed near him at the time, only his personal servants, and you just happened to be one of them.

Today was one of those days where Lucifer couldn’t even bring himself to get out of bed, so you found yourself outside his door, hesitating to knock.

You couldn’t deny that you were terrified, but you had to make sure the king was okay, it was your duty as one of his personal servants.

You took a moment to collect yourself before knocking a few times.

It took a moment before he answered, “Who is it..?” The way he sounded so fragile almost broke apart of you, not once in your thousands of years of working for him have you heard him sound so vulnerable.

“It’s me, sir.” You replied, twiddling with your thumbs.

The door creaked open with a blur of golden magic, no doubt his own.

You stepped in and closed the door behind you, knowing that he’d prefer if nobody saw him in this state.

“Why are you here?” He asked, not looking at you as he curled into a ball on his humongous bed.

“Nobody has seen or heard from you all day, sir,” You started, making your way over to the edge of his bed but not daring to step any closer, both out of respect for him and fear for your safety, “We needed to know that you were still alive.”

“Alright, well, you’ve seen it now, haven’t you?” He asked rhetorically, “Just leave and take the day off for all I care, I-I just want to sit here for a little bit.”

“Sir..” You started, keeping your voice firm, “As your servant, I respect all your wishes, but as your friend… I will have to deny you this one.”

Before he could respond, you continued going, “In fact, I’m going to have to request that you stand up for me” you knew you were definitely going to get in trouble for this, whether by him or by one of your superiors.

“A-Are you trying to command the king of hell?” He asked, “You are nothing but my servant, I.. I don’t have many friends right now..”

You weren’t going to stop so soon though, your persistence was what got you this job in the first place, “Sir, I’m not trying to command you, I am just asking that you at least sit up and look at me”

It took him a second but he groaned in defeat as if he was a small child. He sat up, letting you see just how much he’d been crying. His hair which was usually neat was now a mess of curls and his face seemed redder than usual.

“I’ve done what you asked.. Is this all you wanted?” He asked.

“No, I actually wanted to request that you.. Uhm…” You had to think of an excuse for what you wanted to do first, “Could you accompany me to your workshop for a moment..? This is the only time I’ll ask you to do this, I just… N-Need to know where you’d like everything to go so I can clean!”

You commended yourself for being quick to think of an excuse, you knew how much the king liked his neatness.

“…There’s no need to clean it” Well, that stunned you.

“S-Sir?” You stuttered, “It definitely needs to be cleaned, just.. please?”

“I already know where everything is, just leave it be” Lucifer waved his hand dismissively before flopping back onto his bed, gripping a nearby pillow.

Well this won’t do. You needed him to get out of his bed. You needed him to actually do something.

“Sir, please, just accompany me to the workshop and I’ll leave you alone” You pleaded.

He sat still for a moment before shifting his head towards you, “…You’ll leave me alone for the rest of the week if I accompany you, do you hear me..?”

You nodded enthusiastically, “Yes sir! I-I can totally do that!” Not only did it give you an excuse to just do nothing for the rest of the week, your plan might actually work.

“Alright, just let me get ready first” He yawned as he sat up and threw his legs over the edge of the bed.

You quickly left the room for his privacy, as much as you loved your gracious king, you didn’t love him that much.

He left the room almost immediately, not having bothered to clean up his hair or the bags under his eyes. He knew that nobody in their right mind would point it out anyway.

“Just so you know.. I’m going to leave as soon as you’re done in there” Lucifer said.

“That’s alright with me, sir,” You flash a grin, “I’m just glad you got out of that messy room of yours”

“Watch it.” He rolls his eyes.

You chuckle softly as you approach his workshop, but you’re surprised once you open its doors.

The workshop that was usually a mess with his inventions and dreams and even dioramas of his theme park was now barren, only holding the pictures on the walls and his work bench.

“Wow, would you look at that..” Lucifer started, “Guess you don’t need me anymore, I mean, no mess to clean up!”

But you’re not gonna let him off the hook so easily.

“Uh, sir?” You smirked, “Could you at least spare me one request before I stop bothering you for the week?”

Lucifer groaned childishly, obviously not wanting to spend another moment out of the bed that he once shared with his love.

“Fine, fine, I guess it’s the least I could do since you so desperately wanted me over here” He conceded, walking with you to his workbench.

“So, what do you want?” He asked.

You grinned before pulling out some supplies from your pockets, “So, you know how made that thing on Earth before you fell? What was it called… Cuck..? I-I don’t know, but it made that quacking noise”

“A duck?” Lucifer cut you off.

“Ah, precisely!” You nodded.

“What.. What does that have anything to do with this?” He asked.

“Well, Mr. Lucifer, my request is that..” You paused for dramatic effect, “You recreate that! I wanna see what it looks like, and you seem to have pride in the fact that you made them, so maybe it’ll make you feel better!”

Lucifer paused for a moment before laughing. It might’ve been aimed at you rather than with you, but you’d gotten him to laugh at least.

“A-I’m sorry- Is that really all that you want me to do? Make a duck?” He said as the laughter died down.

“Yup! That’s what I want!” You nodded, making him chuckle once more.

“Alright, alright, fine” He sighed, “I’ll make you a duck, but then you let me wallow in self-pity, mkay?”

“Sounds fair!” You responded.

He didn’t say anything back to you as he started to work. You could see sparks flying as he melded metal together, shaping it into the form of a small creature.

“Pass me my yellow paint, would you?” He asked, pointing in the direction of his paints.

You hummed, grabbing his yellow paint for him and setting it down next to him on the table.

“Oh, and the black paint too” He said.

You huffed, “Couldn’t have told me that while I was getting the yellow?” But you got it for him regardless, wrapping your tail around it and ignoring the cold paint as it splashed on you when you brought it over.

He didn’t respond, too focused on painting it perfectly.

Then, the sparks and painting stopped, he smiled softly at his little creation.

“Here it is,” He said, picking it up with gentle hands, “This is what a duck looks like”

You looked at it in awe. It looked so.. cute. It looked so different from all the life in Hell, like it didn’t pose any threats at all.

You took a moment before nodding, “Alright, that’s uh… All I wanted” you smiled before standing up.

“I’ll lead you back to your room and you won’t have to worry about me for the rest of the week” You continued to speak before he cut you off.

“Actually…” He said, “Stay, I think I might need your help grabbing supplies for me while I make some more of these”

You took a moment to process what he said before your eyes lit up with excitement, “Really?!” You had actually been successful in getting the king to enjoy something!

“Really” He chuckled.

A/N: I hope this lived up to your expectations. I noticed too late that the reader doesn’t really have a gender specified but I guess that just means you can depict them however you want to!

Look at him :)

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Four

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Reader

Chapter Four: Celestial Family Issues Strike Again

Summary: (Y/N) confronts Michael.

            “I’m Michael.”

            The clipped, southern accent, so lacking in the smooth speech Lucifer had, spoke the words (Y/N) had known in their heart: this wasn’t Lucifer. This was an angel, yes, but this one lied.

            “Michael?” they repeated, narrowing their eyes.

            Michael sighed and rolled his eyes. “Of course my brother didn’t talk about me. Always was self-centered.”

            “Don’t think you’re special, he doesn’t talk about any angels,” said (Y/N), unimpressed by his attempt to anger them.

            Little did Michael know, (Y/N) was fantastic at being angry and still handling their shit. It was Celestials and everyone else from the Bible that made problems and then couldn’t fix them themselves.

            Michael sneered, and (Y/N) was quite satisfied to see that he was easier to perturb than Lucifer. They could work with that. (Admittedly, they shouldn’t be upsetting a Celestial since they also had terrible anger-management skills, but what did (Y/N) care?)

            “Well, he left his family, and now he left you, so we’re on the same level,” said Michael.

            “You guys threw him out,” snapped (Y/N).

            “He deserved it,” said Michael. “He wanted power that wasn’t his to take.”

            “And yet you’re the one down here trying to be him. Seems like you want power,” said (Y/N).

            Michael’s jaw tightened, and (Y/N) recognized the identical expression from Lucifer (mostly when Cain had been an issue and flirting with Chloe). They had hit the bullseye head-on.

            “I’m here to mess up his power,” said Michael defensively. “I don’t need anything that he has.”

            “Then leave,” said (Y/N) sharply. “If this was just you being a shitty brother, then just leave. You got found out. The game’s up. Go away.”

            Michael stepped forward, and (Y/N) tensed. “You think just because Lucifer’s brat knows who I am that anything is over? I’m still here. He’s still in Hell.”

            “Why do you care about Lucifer? You’re right, he’s not here. So what you do doesn’t matter. Just leave,” said (Y/N).

            They just wanted Michael to go. They were furious at him, but they just wanted him to leave. He had already hurt them by making them think Lucifer returned and creating a lie. All they wanted was for him to leave.

            Michael grinned. “Just because he’s in Hell doesn’t mean he doesn’t know when his toys get a little broken.”

            The shadows quivered as (Y/N) heard the words. Cocking their head, they regarded him darkly.

            “Breaking his ‘toys?’ ” The words were light but holding a lot of emotion.

            Michael grinned. “Chloe Decker. You. Who knows what could happen.”

            Thwip!

            Lashing out, razor-quick, the shadows grabbed for Michael. He paused in surprise, but his black wings (so different from Lucifer’s brilliant white feathers) erupted from his back and carried him away from the shadows.

            Michael dodged in the air, but (Y/N) wasn’t done. Their red wings burst from their back, and they launched through the air. Michael twisted away, but (Y/N) pushed off the wall. Their wings beat powerfully against the air, and they were in front of Michael in the next moment.

            They grabbed him and slammed him down on the ground. With only wings, Michael, although he had experience flying, was at a slight disadvantage. While (Y/N) hit his head against the ground, the shadows grabbed him to restrain him.

            “Don’t threaten Chloe. Don’t threaten me. Don’t threaten Lucifer!” they shouted, shadows crawling up the walls and blotting out the light.

            “You brat,” snarled Michael. Beating his wings against the ground, he dislodged the shadows and threw (Y/N) back.

            They hit a table hard, and it cracked, breaking. Hitting the ground, (Y/N) yelped as fractured wood cut their wings and arms. They groaned and tried to push themself up. Their wings fluttered in an attempt to pull them up. As they regained their focus, though, Michael was approaching with a fury in his eyes that made (Y/N) flinch back. They’d seen that look in people’s eyes before—in their biological “family.”

            “If I have to do some real damage to get Lucifer’s attention, then so be it,” sneered Michael. “He likes drama, right? I can give him some.”

            Panic gripped (Y/N)’s heart. Scrambling back, instinct took over as Michael surged towards them with a single powerful flap of his dark wings. Shadows ripped up from the ground in a wave of pure darkness, overcoming even the color of Michael’s wings.

            “Don’t touch me!” screamed (Y/N), squeezing their eyes shut.

            The entire room shook as shadows pulled from every surface, shattering glass, metal, and wood. Pieces of all of it slammed into Michael in a tidal wave, sending him flying. Michael let out a shout of pain as he hit the ground and the shadows pummeled him into the ground.

            (Y/N) flinched and pulled back more as he screamed. Opening their eyes, they stared in fright at Michael. Their eyes widened. A large, bleeding wound cut across his face. Next to him, carried in the storm of shadows (Y/N) had summoned, one of Em’s demon blades lay bloody on the floor.

            Michael pressed a shaky hand to his face. It came away red. His eyes raised to meet (Y/N)’s. Silence reigned.

            Frozen, (Y/N) stared back. And then, shakily, they stood. Their red wings folded behind them as they looked at Michael. Narrowing their eyes into a glare, (Y/N) forced strength into their words.

            “Get out of my home, Michael,” said (Y/N).

            Michael gritted his teeth, and his wings extended. In his eyes remained a fury that promised more trouble for (Y/N) and everyone else connected with them and Lucifer. But with a single flap of his wings, the angel disappeared to who-knows-where.

            (Y/N) was left alone. Exhausted, their wings retracted, and they collapsed onto the couch.

            Ding!

            The elevator doors beeped as they slid open.

            I swear to God, if this is another problem, I’m going to throw it off the terrace, thought (Y/N), lifting their head.

            “Holy shit, Birdie, are you okay?!”

            Well, that’s not bad. (Y/N)’s heartbeat quickened as Em ran over to their side.

            “I’m fine, I just broke the table and window for fun,” said (Y/N).

            “(Y/N), the sarcasm isn’t really helpful when it’s obvious something happened,” said Chloe.

            “Oh, hi, Chloe,” said (Y/N).

            “Birdie, just tell us what happened,” said Em. They held (Y/N)’s shoulders tightly and nearly shook them. “I’ve been calling for ages, but you weren’t answering!”

            “They were so worried they called me,” said Chloe, looking around. “Obviously, they were right to be.”

            “Seriously, what happened?” said Em, letting (Y/N) go.

            “I was right. Lucifer wasn’t himself,” said (Y/N).

            “What?” asked Chloe. “What’s wrong with him?”

            “It’s not Lucifer,” said (Y/N). “It’s his brother, Michael. He was trying to mess up Lucifer’s life by being him or whatever.”

            “Oh my god, and he did this?” said Chloe, looking around.

            “Well, kind of, it was him and me,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            “Where is he? I need to talk to him,” said Em, standing and looking around for any of her weapons.

            “Whoa, whoa, whoa, you’re not doing anything,” said Chloe. “We can’t even convince anyone he’s not Lucifer.”

            “I solved that problem,” said (Y/N).

            Chloe and Em looked at them.

            They shrugged. “I accidentally scarred his face.”

            “You scarred an angel’s face?” Em’s eyes widened.

            “It was an accident!” said (Y/N) defensively. “I didn’t want to.”

            “You clash with authority and other mean people,” said Em.

            “I don’t go looking for fights; fights look for me.”

            Sighing, Chloe knelt by (Y/N) and Em. “We’re glad you’re okay, (Y/N). Really. But next time, make sure someone’s with you. If you had gotten hurt, none of us could’ve forgiven ourselves.”

            “Seriously, Birdie. We want you safe,” said Em.

            (Y/N) turned red as Em looked at them and nodded shortly. “Uh, yeah. You’re probably right,” they admitted.

            “What do we do next?” asked Em, looking at Chloe.

            “You make sure they’re not hurt and hiding it,” said Chloe, clocking (Y/N)’s habits instantly. “I’m going to call Linda to warn her.” She narrowed her eyes. “And I’m going to let Amenadiel know what one of his brothers is up to.”

            Celestial family issues strike again, thought (Y/N).

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            “Michael.”

            Michael gritted his teeth before putting on a smile to face Amenadiel as he walked up behind him. “Looks like the cats out of the bag.”

            Amenadiel’s expression remained solemn, but his eyes flicked to Michael’s new scar.

            “Oh, yeah, you see that? Lucifer’s brat did that,” said Michael sourly, downing his drink.

            “You shouldn’t have tried to trick them. They still haven’t mastered their abilities,” said Amenadiel. “I’m sorry you’re hurt, Michael, but you shouldn’t have done what you did. And you shouldn’t have used fear to get into everyone’s heads, including mine.” He looked at the cut. “That’s what happens when you do what you shouldn’t. Eventually, you get hurt.”

            “Spare me,” said Michael, rolling his eyes. “I don’t need the righteous speech. I still live in the Silver City, unlike you.”

            Amenadiel narrowed his eyes and took a deep breath. “You’re right. I don’t live there, and you do. So you should go home, Michael. Just go home, heal, and let all of this go. You don’t belong here.”

            “Right, right. And when I do go home, I could also tell Remy it’s time to come back, ‘cause you know who else doesn’t belong here?” Michael cocked his head. Fear was his specialty. He knew what made Amenadiel tick and knew precisely where to twist the knife. “That’s right. Your son, Chucky. And, you know, Lucifer’s brat, (Y/N), isn’t exactly human, either. Maybe it’s time for them to go to the Silver City.”

            “I’m not afraid of you, Michael,” said Amenadiel. “Now go home.”

            Michael downed his drink. “Lucifer’s life sucks anyways.” He stood. “Only thing worse is his kid.”

            Amenadiel refused to let Michael leave feeling self-satisfied. “Oh, I think you doth protest too much.” Michael paused and looked back at him. “You see, you pride yourself on exploiting everyone’s fears, but we’ve always known yours. You’re terrified that Lucifer is better than you. That he’ll always be better than you.”

            “Please,” scoffed Michael, but his face was frozen at the words Amenadiel spoke. “Our brother? The Devil? The-the-the guy that was cast out of Heaven for all eternity?”

            “Exactly, Michael, because despite even that, you know, deep down…he’ll always end up winning,” said Amenadiel. “He found friends. He found a woman to love. He created a family with an amazing kid. And you can’t stand that he created all that on his own, despite everything else he’s done.”

            Michael’s jaw clenched. “We’ll see.”

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The older brothers with child reader

AN: I’ve never once posted something like this so bear with me. I made this for a friend of mine who is silly goofy. This is platonic obviously. This only has the older bros but I’ll eventually make hcs for all the characters genuinely I promise please. Reader is Gender neutral. Also She/He levi in this :3

Lucifer:

• you are 1 more added to the 7 how good for you !! But not really !

• nah it’s fine tho really. Just as long as you don’t start/get in much trouble you’ll probably be fine. Oh you’re a kid being raised by a bunch of demons? Nvm then alright.

• genuinely moving on though, I’d say Lucifer would be one of those dads that would show up to whatever sporting event you may do, and just stand arms crossed with like a whole other row of dads watching the game intensely. Not even saying anything except for maybe the occasional jab at the other team and or referee.

• certified shaky camera holder. I don’t care what you wanna say. This man CANNOT record shit steady (me too fr). Might also forget the camera is still on and would just walk around with it in his pocket recording everything. He Denies it ever happened but it definitely did.

• in the anime, there was an episode where Lucifer and some of the brothers went on a camping trip. Working off of this, he definitely wakes you up at 6 in the damn morning just to fish for 3 hours then asks if you wanna hike after you’ve been sitting in a chair or standing for a while and your limbs are all tired. He definitely has one of those back packs that has like a packet for water with a straw coming out of the bag and will drink out of that instead of stopping to drink out of a water bottle for 30 seconds.

• THIS MAN IS INSUFFERABLE WITH BOARD AND CARD GAMES. HE WILL NOT GO EASY ON YOU NO MATTER HOW YOUNG YOU ARE. Oh you wanna win in Uno and you’re 7? TOO DAMN BAD.

• he probably makes the best grilled cheese known to man and if you ask really nicely, he’ll even wake up in the middle of the night to make it for you :3

Mammon:

• oh my fucking god. He is so uncle core you don’t understand. Tacky fashion? Check. Nearly the same if not more energy than the kid? Check. A car to blast music in on the way to get some junk food? Definitely check.

• he has a pool table in his room. I don’t know what else to say. You two probably against each other if by yourselves. He probably purposely shoots for the 8 ball to knock it in and lose if you’re feeling or looking too sad about being behind or losing. He’s cool like that. He plays it off like he didn’t purposely do it. what a good ball. If y’all play against like let’s say beel and belphie or something similar? Y’all are unstoppable 100%. Diavolo and Lucifer? Lucifer would try to win genuinely but diavolo makes trash shots on purpose cause he likes seeing you happy :3

• you two constantly jump to touch door frames or various other stuff near the ceiling. If you’re to short he’ll tease you and kinda brag about being tall but then you bite his knee or something and y’all start a full rough housing session that has Lucifer yelling from across the house telling y’all to calm the hell down before he finishes the fight himself no matter who started it.

• if you’re eating candy in his car or something like he’ll do that dad arm thing where he reaches behind the chair asking for some. He probably calls it the uncle tax or something but yeah

• you play poker with him. Not like real money poker, but poker nonetheless. Y’all are betting fucking candy probably. Stuffed animals too maybe if it gets intense. Again, if he sees you sad about losing most of your candy, he’ll purposely lose so you’ll be happy. He’s just so real like that

Levi:

• he’s definitely the family member that shows you games and movies that he obsesses over, that eventually you yourself obsess over (speaking from experience cough cough)

• if you like the things she likes? Oh boy. You are gonna have the best Halloween costumes of all time I’ll say that much. Hand made too.

• she definitely will watch kids shows with you and like try to get as much into them as you are. Gravity falls? She will go as mable/dipper with you for Halloween or a convention. Adventure time? He will watch any and every piece of media regarding it and will try to have lore convos about it with you. Pokémon? Bold of you to assume she doesn’t already like it you idiot (her fav Pokémon is milotic :3).

• if you suck at games she’ll try to help you but like if it’s a game he is super serious about and you wanna play he’ll probably just give you a fake controller or like let’s you play a mini game exclusively sorry.

• Mario party is always fun with her, you, belphie, and probably beel or mammon. He refuses to steal your star or coins or just do bad things to your character on the board. On the mini games however… she’s destroying you/hj. Mario cart is just as intense if not more intense. She will get a tad bit salty if you somehow get 1st place against her but she’ll be proud at the same time so it evens out.

End X3

Hope you enjoyed and I hope I make another part lol !

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Alastor: “Now, let’s talk about literally anything else please!”

Me: “Good! Cause I don’t know where you went so I can’t go further with this!😂”

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Alastor: did it hurt

Lucifer: what

Alastor: when you fell from heaven

Lucifer: yeah, actually, it was really painful

Alastor:

Alastor: good.

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[deadghosy]

Since your stuck I decided to help you out with the power of creativity!

How would characters of Hazbin Hotel react to Swan/Duck reader it's branching from penguin reader with how she got stuck in hell for a while

The power mainly focuses on them flying and wind magic ect!

REMINDER: REQUESTS ARE CLOSED‼️

HAZBIN HOTEL X DUCK! READER

Warning: yandere themes.

prompt: a common mistake made your life eventual as people started to fawn over you

You were supposed to be in heaven…BUT NOOOO, they sent you to hell because they mistook you for someone else. They could’ve just said they were full like a night club…

So now you are in a pond swimming around peacefully. But there’s always a man with a hat and an apple cane that comes to see you literally everyday. You don’t know who he is, but he got attached badly. He would bring bread and show you rubber ducks with an awkward smile.

You just go over to him and eat the bread. You never learned how to talk since birth since your mother abused you. Being jealous of your pure soul and natural beauty. She always told you to shush. Making the sour taste in your mouth sting to never talk.

Eventually the man introduced himself as Lucifer, that’s when it hit you that this man was the first fallen angel, and king of hell. He must have seen your eyes widen in shock. ��You can understand me?” He asked you as he scratched under your beak making you lean in his touch. You nodded as he smiles showing his sharp teeth.

“That’s even bettter.” He said

Two days after that, you were literally sleeping when you woke up to feel two hands pick you up, it was Lucifer who cooed at your drowsy face as he takes you to a hotel. Were you finally getting a place to stay instead of outside?

“Listen, my daughter has a dream…to redeem sinners…I wanna believe in her, but our people chose to make hell this way.” He says with a somber look. He took you inside to see basically a female version of Lucifer but more cheery looking as she gasped at you. “Dad? Is that the duck you’ve been talking about?! Aww they’re soooo cute!” She says as she holds you.

And that’s your story of how now you are basically part of the hotel’s family.

I imagine you just getting prince/princess treatment everyday from the hotel and Lucifer himself as he literally trims your duck fur as you just sit there on a fancy ass pillow.

I headcannon that angel dust buys you shades a lot because your yellow/white feathers is so majestic, he just had to make you even more bad ass.

Angel dust loves how high headed you are, not letting anyone tear you down even with a word. He admires you, so he wants you to admire him as well.

I headcannon for you to deadass have an attitude when bothered. Literally Alastor wanted to see what was so special about you. And so he woke you up from your beauty sleep making you go haywire on him.

You pecked him as he tried to hit you, possibly trying to injure you only to injure himself as he came out pissed off with a smile. He definitely spit out a feather as you quacked out a laugh as if this shit was looney tunes.

Charlie always rants to you about her days and how her and vaggie’s relationship is going. Charlie was notified by her father that you can understand her. She doubted it at first, but when you actually nodded she gasped shocked with stars in her eyes.

You and Charlie grew close…to the point she was almost like her father. Constantly checking up on you, feeding you. Watching you. You tried to push it off…but it was kinda unsettling.

You could obviously fly, which you do around the hotel to spread your wings. But when you fly you have a glowing yellow light around you.

I can see you just chilling at the bar as residents come in and out as you just get petted as husk grumbles a little and also pets you. Husk was immediately enchanted by your soft duck feathers

You love to make small tornados at sinners who cause trouble in the hotel. You are the hotel’s duck, so you must at least protect the guests at least.

Vaggie is the one to always make sure to research what ducks eat before making sure you can eat them. She likes how you make everyone feel fuzzy and warm inside. Even her.

You damn well hated that you died into a duck body..but it felt nice knowing that you couldn’t just live the possible human or at least whatever you are. Demon or angel. You could possibly be in a pond sleeping and eating bread all damn day.

I imagine Sir Pentious had put a top hat on you that’s similar like the ones his egg boiz wear. So he loves to have you around when he builds things.

You doze off like this and it’s so cute to the point they will record and take a picture of you. (If you don’t wanna click link, it’s a duck nodding its head off until it goes limp since the duck is tired)

I headcannon Alastor to hate you at first and want to cook you for duck stew, but then he falls in love with how entertaining and smart you are. You technically aren’t just a mere duck.

I can see you just making small hurricanes in your bath tub when niffty has to wash you. You once accidentally splashed her. But she chuckled splashing you.

A sinner once tried to take you from the hotel’s pond that Lucifer made for you only be found 30 secs later taking you.

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TOUCHING MY DUCKLING?!” Lucifer yells angrily at the sinner who got knocked flat on their ass. His demon form was coming out as fire spits out his mouth when he huffed.

You did a comedic side eye at Lucifer who was acting possessive as hell itself. You didn’t even know what to do as this man kept holding you like a pet duck you seen fat white men do in the streets.

The sinner didn’t live after that.

I can see husk just petting you softly and then eventually just falling asleep on your body. Like his head is on your body as you just watch hell tv as he snores. Oddly comfortable in your soft feathers.

You literally waddle around the hotel wearing a cute scarf with your favorite color. Alastor oddly knitted it for you like a old grandma to their grandchild 😭

I imagine you just side eyeing Lucifer as he suddenly had the urge to read more information about ducks and how their eggs look. So imagine how Lucifer would act if you pregnant. But the thing is, you rather die then be in pain in birth.

Lucifer makes you a lot of blue things to remind you of a pond since that was the place you chill in a lot. It was to the poke Charlie and Lucifer nodded to make you a pond in the backside of the hotel. It’s your little chill haven.

You felt pissy one day because your feathers were molting..so the wind outside was heavy cause your feathers were just falling and you hated it. You felt insecure but the crew felt your feelings and started to cheer you up. Soon or later, your new feathers came back quickly.

The Vee’s had definitely notice your presence since you first came here. I mean who the hell looks like a damn duck down here with pure beautiful feathers that remind them of so called heaven.

I can see the Vee’s and you having the relationship where it’s basically like team rocket and pikachu type troupe. 😭 they always fail trying to kidnap you because you literally put out ducks that look like you and they fall for it, EVERY SINGLE TIME-

I headcannon you have a ribbon your favorite color wrapped around your neck like a bow or collar with your name on it❤️

Vox had literally set his drone to spy on you as he watches with a sick grin at how adorable and elegant you looked just swimming in your sweet pond and how you just outsmart Alastor. 

Imagine how badass you are to suddenly turn big in size because the hotel was being threatened. So you literally grew in a size of the hotel building and flapped your wings to fly them bitches to who knows nowhere.

If you were on the same branch, you would definitely be the older sister of penguin! Reader if it was lore type shit 😭 you don’t play no games about your emotions as you are always observing

LOL IMAGINE YOU WADDLING TO GO TO THE BATHROOM LIKE A HUMAN AND THE EGG BOIZ JUST FOLLOW AFTER YOU AS IF YOU WERE THEIR MOTHER-

The Vee’s definitely sneak on you by Vox’s drone that swarms around your pond without your knowledge.

Velvette literally sends you nice outfits your size. Literally cute outfits where the holes are for your wings so you can fly and look drippy as hell.

See I could definitely imagine you sneaking out the hotel to just get hooked up with your new outfit stylist which is Velvette now.

Vox

Imagine how cold the state duck! Reader has (hear me out, edit audio type shit starts playing-)

I can see you just swimming and Lucifer takes a picture of you, admiring your beauty in place as you just flock around your damn pond. “That’s my baby….” He says wiping a dramatic tear from his eyes.

Valentino. Now I won’t say he would be obsessed romantically but more platonically as he would love for you to be part of his life as his pet only. Like an actual pet he would take care of.

I headcannon Alastor actually tried to feed you some bread…and you accepted it making Alastor smile wildly at how you trusted him getting close to you for one.

Lmao you literally did some Wingardium Leviosa ass shit on someone because you didn’t like how they looked at you 😭

You literally are so coddled and spoiled…it was to the point you would be walking or more like waddling down the damn streets alone and people would aw at your beauty and gracious. It’s overwhelming, but at least you know people won’t fuck with you.

But people just never learnt to keep their hands off of a beautiful creature.

Once Adam got sent down to find an angel that was suppose to be in heaven. He didn’t except for you to be a fuckin duck. So he laughed and took you up with ease as you quacked furiously, trying to get at least someone’s attention.

It was too late as Lucifer sees you get flown up into the heaven portal. Lucifer dropped the tray of lemonade in shock to see his beloved flying into the portal. Lucifer felt his heart squeeze knowing that the bastard knew he couldn’t get into heaven.

Lucifer quickly spout out his wings and fly sharply towards adam’s fading figure. Adam snickers seeing Lucifer’s anger in his glowing red eyes. He turned around and waved you around to taunt Lucifer as you had a “I don’t have time for this…” face. Literally you pecked Adam’s face and hands making Adam spazz out and throw you at Lucifer’s face.

“FINE! TAKE YOUR DUMB ASS DUCK!” Adam yells as he flies off grumbling about making you into duck stew

So Lucifer was happy with a derpy expression and calmed down holding you. He got even more protective as he makes sure you are watched 24/7. He wanted to give you freedom…but after that stunt Adam did. He’s not letting anyone touch you without his permission. Of course his daughter can though!

But what if Adam had succeeded in his capture of you, things would be most likely how it was in hell….just more clean and healthy.

St. Peter definitely greeted you with a warm smile as you didn’t….you didn’t like how he just sassed you and let you fall to hell. So of course it was rocky, but soon or later you two got along since he brides you with bread. He soon gets obsessed with how you get so trusting over things. He uses that to his advantages.

Sera greets you with open arms, literally as she picks you up. Cooing at your pure yellow/white feathers that matches the aesthetic of heaven. You match perfectly here as your angel form is two pair of wings. Your normal duck wings and angel wings. You are the most beautiful angel she ever met and laid eyes on as she shows you around heaven. Every part and area of it. This shall be your new home.

Emily won’t be a crazyyy person over you. As I can see her being a light hearted person who doesn’t love bomb you in a manipulative manner but only wants to be your friend in a loving way. She finds you amazing at how smart and caring you are towards her as you visit her and she visits you back. She brings you every bread know to man and heaven as she noticed you like bread. You and her are clearly amazing friends to each other.

The Angels adore your every movement as if you were also a god/godesss. You were confused at this attention. It was way more overwhelming when you were in hell with the others. Just like how the penguin! Reader was, you made a social media account and half of heaven followed you. It was an insane amount of followers that you didn’t mean to have. But the angels love to greet you as you fly/walk by. With you being so graceful here, who wouldn’t say you belonged here.

Adam most definitely is possessive and always manipulates you into thinking he is superior. He forces himself to be your caretaker, he literally makes you stay in his place all day and all time watched over. He feels the need to control your very bidding and movement as this dickhead degrades you to make you feel useless. It sometimes works, but sometimes doesn’t. 

Lute is a controlling person who sees your intelligence as a threat as she wants to break you into her clasp. She’s the second most controlling than Adam. But she’s an overwhelming controlling as she wants you you to see her as your protector and person you can be dependent on at all times. She wants you to be able to tell her everything you know so she can just please you.

Adam finds it amusing at how you got use it heaven so quick despite this new attention. You literally sit on his lap napping as he lounges on the couch. Basically watching sports or whatever.

You can’t help but think, “why am I even surprised.”

[elsa-fogen]

Alastor's got WHO

This took much longer than i wanted but anyway

You didn't need to know that, but now i'm seriously thinking for real rules for that game they're playing in the beginning, KJFHDFLJKGFJHSJKGS i kinda wanna make it and make this game an absolute MESS to make everyone SUFFER AHAHAHAA

Lucifer saying WAWAWA was my best idea honestly, he's so pathetic

also, sudden headcanon, vox was the one who tought alastor that he can spy on people using radio. Alastor just never thought of it before, but it's kinda useful when you wanna hear what people talk about you when you leave the room

Also bonus

[nerdynuala]

Taking the first steps of my not-so-slow but definitely steady descent into a new hyperfixation fandom

[anonymousewrites]

Adolescent Antichrist (Book 5) Chapter Six

Father Figure! Lucifer x Teen! Reader

Demon! OC x Teen! Reader

Chapter Six: You’re Supposed to be the Demon on My Shoulder, not the Angel

Summary: Lucifer tries to make things up to (Y/N), and Michael returns for round two.

            Em really shouldn’t have been surprised to walk into the penthouse to find people fighting at this point. Between all the incidents over the years, the penthouse had seen a lot of damage and fights, physical or not. This one happened to be on the physical side.

            That being said, Em was surprised. It was Maze and Lucifer going back and forth. Lucifer was obviously confused, but Maze had a look of pure anger as she slashed at him with her demon blades.

            I wish (Y/N) was here. They’d know how to approach this, thought Em.

            Instead, (Y/N) was hitching a ride with Leon to the craft store for fabric for a new project (for homecoming, which is why Em had come back to the penthouse. They thought they’d get a moment to prepare to try to ask (Y/N) more formally to the dance. Alas, it was not to be with another mess going on. She’d have to try again.)

            “Maze!” Lucifer managed to grab her and pin her down. “I’m not Michael. It’s me. Lucifer.”

            “Oh.” Maze reached up, and Lucifer relaxed. She grabbed him and headbutted him.

            Lucifer reeled back, and Em rushed in. Maze tried to hit Lucifer again, but Em moved between and blocked. Maze paused at the sight of the younger demon and backed off. Groaning, Lucifer wiggled his nose to make sure it was alright.

            “Wait, would you rather I was Michael?” said Lucifer incredulously.

            “Either,” hissed Maze.

            “You knew?” said Em, frowning. “About him?”

            “I saw him briefly,” admitted Maze.

            Em lunged, and it was Lucifer’s turn to hold them back from attacking. “He hurt (Y/N), you crazy demon!” shouted Em.

            “I don’t like Michael, either!” said Maze, equally angry. “He left me in a closet. But he—” Maze glared at Lucifer “—he left me, left us, to go to Hell.” She nearly growled. “You left me!”

            “No, no, I didn’t, Mazikeen,” said Lucifer, letting go of Em as she calmed. “You’re not my servant anymore. By all means, you’re welcome to join me.”

            “Em and I don’t have wings, you idiot!” spat Maze.

            “Well, Amenadiel does, why didn’t you ask him?” grumbled Lucifer.

            Maze stared at Lucifer, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill in her anger. Deciding she wasn’t sure what to say, she walked forward and shoulder-checked Lucifer.

            “Look, I’m really trying to listen, so if you’re telling me that you’d like to stab me, then…” Lucifer opened up his arms. “Go ahead. I need to prepare for (Y/N) getting home. I’m making plans with them.”

            Em decided to reschedule their plans to ask (Y/N) to homecoming. They needed a moment with their dad more than they needed someone to ask them to a dance right now. Plus…Em was nervous about asking them. What if (Y/N) said no? They hadn’t last time, but what if they asked if it was as more than friends? Would Em say yes? Would she say no? What would get a good answer from (Y/N)?

            To be frank: Em was terrified.

            Maze’s next words broke them out of her thoughts. “You seriously have no clue what you did.” She spun on her heel and left.

            Lucifer let out a sigh. “Well, at least (Y/N) didn’t react like that.”

            “That’s just because they didn’t have a knife on them,” said Em. “And you didn’t see what Michael got when he tried to be you and came back to the penthouse.”

            Lucifer shivered. “From what I heard, he also earned quite a scar, so I’m quite glad I was not on the receiving end of (Y/N)’s wrath.”

            “You still might be. Your return shocked them to tears, but they’ve recovered their wits. Anger’s next,” said Em jovially, knowing (Y/N)’s habits very well.

            Lucifer sighed. “First the Detective’s wrath, then Mazikeen’s, and now (Y/N)’s. What joy.”

            “What’s wrong with the Detective?” asked Em.

            “She found out about being a gift from God.” Lucifer waved a hand. “She needs, as (Y/N) would say, time to process…Hopefully.” He shook his head. “(Y/N) is my priority. I need to make sure they’re alright.”

            “They’ll be arriving home soon,” said Em. “Do you want me to give you two some time?”

            “That won’t be necessary,” said Lucifer. “I’m taking them out to a fashion show.”

            Not a bad plan. “Good luck with them,” said Em, heading towards the stairs.

            “Emeranne,” called Lucifer. She paused and looked back. “Did you and Mazikeen truly wish to return to Hell?”

            “…Maybe Maze did. I’m not sure,” said Em. “But I didn’t. I’m happy here.” With Leon, Marcel, Olive, Noa. With (Y/N). I wouldn’t leave it for the world.

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            “Hello, (Y/N),” said Lucifer, smiling as (Y/N) came in and put down their shopping bags.

            “You’re still here?” said (Y/N), cautious, wary about getting closer.

            “I said I would be for a bit, yes,” said Lucifer, nodding.

            “Okay,” said (Y/N), but their shoulders relaxed at the knowledge. That was nice.

            “I was thinking that maybe you’d want to go out tonight?” suggested Lucifer.

            “I don’t know, I just gone done getting interrogated by my friends,” said (Y/N). “They all surprised me in the car and insisted I explain why I snapped them a photo of myself beaten up last night, so then I had to go over the Michael Problem, so now I’m exhausted.”

            “Ah…” Lucifer cleared his throat. “Well, this isn’t a terribly energy-consuming activity. It’s a fashion show.”

            (Y/N) perked up. “Wait…really?”

            Inwardly, Lucifer prided himself in knowing that (Y/N) would enjoy this. It was a step in the right direction, and it was a way to make sure they knew he cared. He had said the words, now the actions had to show it.

            “…I guess we can go,” said (Y/N).

            They had no idea how much those few, nonchalant words made Lucifer brighten with hope and love.

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            (Y/N) and Lucifer watched the procession of clothing go by. The fashion show was closing, so the models were all going down showing the highlights of it once more.

            “I think these were quite nice, even if not my style,” said Lucifer (he had, of course, chosen a showing by a designer that had a more alternative look on fashion since that was what (Y/N) preferred).

            “I really liked the color pairings,” agreed (Y/N). “Ordinarily, a lot of those combinations would be clashing, but with the fabrics, they work well together.”

            Lucifer didn’t understand all of that (he had a tailor for that reason), but he nodded in support of (Y/N). “How is your own work going? I suspect you made those pants, didn’t you?”

            (Y/N) looked down at their pants with the holes stitched over with patches that conspicuously depicted angels and demons. “I had torn them, so I fixed them up, yeah.” They clapped as the designer came out and bowed. “I don’t have time for a lot of creations for myself right now. I’m doing homecoming outfits for myself and my friends, and that’s already on top of my senior project.”

            Lucifer winced. Right. (Y/N) was a senior. A young one, yes, because of when they were born, but they were reaching another milestone for humans. And Lucifer would be leaving them again.

            His heart ached.

            “What is your senior project?” asked Lucifer, trying to push aside his sadness and focus on the time he had with (Y/N).

            “A fashion show,” said (Y/N).

            They looked down and fiddled with the ends of their sleeves, their telltale sign of anxiety. Lucifer would never forget that. He reached out and touched their hand supportively.

            “I think that’s lovely. No one could do it but you,” said Lucifer.

            (Y/N) felt themself relax at the support of their dad. They looked at him. “It’s silly to some people, but I applied to several schools for fashion design, and this show as a senior project will be a chance to really show them what I’m made of.”

            “I believe you’ll blow them away,” said Lucifer, smiling.

            (Y/N) glanced at him nervously. “You think so?” They were so confident in themself in other areas of their life—with celestials, demons, and all of that, it was easy to just be straightforward and deal with things—but the things they really cared about, the parts of themself that regular humans judged…that was tough.

            “Absolutely,” said Lucifer. “And I don’t lie.”

            (Y/N) let themself grin. “I can’t wait to show you.”

            “I would like to see,” said Lucifer. But I don’t know when I’ll have to return to Hell.

            The unspoken words rested in (Y/N) and Lucifer’s minds.

            (Y/N) cleared their throat and continued, trying not to get choked up by anger or sadness. If they only had a limited amount of time left with their dad, then they had to take advantage of it. They couldn’t be stupid.

            “Leon is writing a novel for his project,” said (Y/N), deciding to fill Lucifer in on what he’d missed in their life and to distract themself. “Noa is working with a bunch of parks across the city to help the indigenous plant-life regrow and survive. Olive is studying martial arts and developing a program to teach women or at-risk minorities. Marcel is composing.”

            “A varied group,” said Lucifer, chuckling.

            “We’re all hoping to help people,” said (Y/N) excitedly. “My goal is to have clothes that people can actually afford and will last, Noa wants to transition into also helping communities have fresh fruit and vegetables regularly, Olive is all about empowerment, and Marcel wants to inspire more people to create and work with them to produce music so more people have their voices lifted.”

            “And what about Emeranne?” asked Lucifer.

            (Y/N) coughed and ducked their head. Lucifer blinked as he saw their cheeks warm. That was something he had never seen before.

            “They’re, well, they’re my model,” said (Y/N). “She thinks doing all the human stuff is silly, but they help me a lot. They really support me.”

            Ah. So Emeranne’s loyalty is with (Y/N). Lucifer cocked his head. Interesting. If this was what he suspected, he’d be pleased. No one would ever be good enough for his child, but a non-human that clearly had strength and supported them wouldn’t be a terrible choice.

            “I’m glad you’re doing well,” said Lucifer.

            “I mean, it’s been hard to find inspiration. I’ve been really struggling,” said (Y/N). “But I actually—I actually designed some pieces I liked today. I guess having you back is nice.” The “I guess” part was an understatement, but (Y/N) was attempting to be vulnerable. It definitely wasn’t their favorite thing, but they loved their dad.

            “I’m glad to be here,” said Lucifer, gaze softening. He loved his kid.

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            “Hey, Birdie, Boss,” said Em as Lucifer and (Y/N) walked back into the penthouse. “How was the show?”

            “It was really good,” said (Y/N), smiling at Em.

            The demon grinned back, but their motivation was due to (Y/N) and Lucifer’s relaxed body language together. Clearly, the time together was helping them. Em was happy for (Y/N).

            “We had a nice time,” said Lucifer, looking fondly at (Y/N).

            Woosh!

            “How sickeningly sweet,” sneered a familiar southern drawl.

            Lucifer sighed, Em tensed, and (Y/N) groaned. They turned, and, sure enough, it was Michael standing in the penthouse.

            “Michael,” said Lucifer, his previous joy and softness changing to cold wariness. He refused to let down his guard after (Y/N) got injured by Michael. “I was wondering when you’d show our face again.” He looked at the nasty cut across Michael’s face. “Though, thankfully, mine is far better-looking than yours now.” Lucifer wasn’t against scars in many people, but he thought Michael was ugly inside and out, so there.

            Em moved a little in front of (Y/N). It wouldn’t really do anything, and, actually, (Y/N) had stronger abilities than her, but they refused to leave (Y/N) unprotected. They had to protect them.

            “Welcome home,” sneered Michael. “I have your brat to thank.”

            “Remind me to raise their allowance,” said Lucifer to Em.

            “I’ll take the money now, if you have it,” said (Y/N).

            Michael’s eyebrow twitched. Losing the attention, he was frustrated. “How’d you like the mess I made, Samael?”

            “ ‘Samael?’ ” repeated (Y/N).

            “An old name,” said Lucifer, rolling his eyes. “Trying to get under my skin, brother? It will take more than that.”

            Michael grinned. “Well, I did do a lot of work turning your life upside down.”

            “I think that backfired,” said (Y/N), narrowing their eyes on his scar.

            “Birdie, let’s not antagonize anyone,” murmured Em.

            “You’re supposed to be the demon on my shoulder, not the angel,” huffed (Y/N).

   ��        “You did turn up, Samael,” said Michael. “So I’d say I succeeded in my goal. Do you wonder why I’m doing all this?”

            “Not particularly,” said Lucifer.

            “You Celestials are always up to shit for stupid reasons,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

            “We just deal with the problems as they come,” said Em.

            “Oh, right, because you’re so above all of this,” scoffed Michael. “You, brat, are the one with so much wrath you gave me a scar.”

            “It was self-defense,” said (Y/N) coldly. “As far as I’m concerned, you earned it.”

            “I’ll give you another one if you even take a step towards them,” said Em immediately as they saw Michael’s eyes narrow.

            “You think you’re all so cool,” said Michael, sneering.

            “Well, isn’t that what this is all about?” said Lucifer, diverting attention back to himself. “You turning my life upside-down actually means you had to act like me, and, as (Y/N) proved, it didn’t turn out too well.” He was incredibly proud of them for what they’d done to Michael (and also a bit intimidated since that sort of power hadn’t been displayed by (Y/N) in front of him).

            “It worked enough to get you’re here, didn’t it?” snapped Michael.

            Lucifer rolled his eyes and looked at (Y/N) and Em. “It’s the only trick he ever pulled. All our lives he wanted everyone to think that he was the cleverer one, the big brain, but…it’s only ever been about me, about trying to be me. He always thought too small.”

            “Not like you, right?” retorted Michael. “Lucifer the rebel, deciding you can do a better job than Dad? You know, I wonder how you got that idea into your head in the first place.”

            Lucifer chuckled. “So that’s your play, is it? Taking credit for my failed rebellion? By all means, it’s yours.”

            “Now, you see, that is the best part,” said Michael. “All I did was plant the idea. You’re the one who chose to do it. You still get to keep all the blame yourself.”

            Lucifer’s jaw tensed, and (Y/N) furrowed their brow as Michael got under his skin. Oh, Hell no. He’s not doing that to Lucifer.

            “Your lies are so tedious, Michael,” said Lucifer, but it wasn’t as forceful as other statements had been.

            “Not as tedious as your denial,” said Michael, stepping forward. “’Cause I’m not lying now, brother, and I think, deep down, you’re realizing that.”

            “No,” said Luicfer.

            “How about something more recent, then?” said Michael. “All it took was a couple whispers and coincidence here and there, and Lucifer’s endless self-absorption made him so easy to manipulate that it even ended up with him on vacation here on Earth.”

            “Why?” said Lucifer.

            “Why?” Michael sneered. “Because all our lives, you thought that you were better than me. The great Lucifer Morningstar. But you’re not, are you? You’re just Samael. You’re just unworthy.”

            (Y/N)’s heart flamed with fury as they saw Lucifer’s glaze with the slightest hint of tears. “Shut up, Michael. You have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re grasping at straws to play our fears. But they’re just that—fears. They don’t mean anything in reality.” (Y/N) held their head high and took Lucifer’s hand. “This is my dad. I know him better than you do. And he’s not self-absorbed. He has problems, sure, and a terrible ego, but he cares about his friends and family. He is better than you, in every way. It’s you who can’t stand the truth. That’s why you’re trying to hurt him. Your fears are the only ones coming true.”

            Lucifer, Michael, and Em stared at (Y/N). They had spoken so confidently, so straightforwardly. At their speech, Lucifer and Em couldn’t help but be filled with assurance that everything they spoke was true, and Michael found that his own words wilted in comparison.

            Lucifer smiled, finding strength in (Y/N)’s assurance and fortitude. He squeezed his kid’s hand. “I think they’ve hit the nail on the head, don’t you, Michael?” He smiled at (Y/N). “My child is ever so clever.”

            “They’re just good at twisting words,” sneered Michael.

            “They are, but that’s not what they’re doing,” said Em, stepping forward. “They told the truth. You’re not winning anything trying to get under Lucifer or Birdie’s skin. Just leave.”

            “And preferably don’t come back,” said (Y/N).

            Michael gritted his teeth. “This isn’t over.” He extended his wings, beat them once, and disappeared.

             “Your family is the worst, Dad,” sighed (Y/N).

            Lucifer smiled. “Luckily, you’re a much better person than they are, (Y/N).”

            “And now you’re 2-0 versus Michael,” said Em. They frowned. “What does he expect to happen in a third round?”

            (Y/N) shrugged. “He thinks this is him versus my dad.”

            “I’d prefer if it was,” said Lucifer. He squeezed (Y/N)’s shoulder. “You shouldn’t be involved with this.”

            “That’s what I’m always thinking, but then here I am,” said (Y/N) brightly. “I’ve dealt with Biblical people, demons, and even angels now. Last person to take on in an argument is God.”

            “Please don’t,” said Lucifer.

            “Actually, I’d really like to see what would happen with that,” said Em.

            “Don’t encourage them,” said Lucifer.

            “There’s the demon on my shoulder!” said (Y/N), laughing.

            Lucifer groaned. “Please go to be before you get any more terrible ideas.”

            “Yeah, yeah, whatever, Dad,” said (Y/N), waving their hand and walking off.

            Lucifer sincerely hoped that (Y/N) didn’t ever have to deal with his Father when it came to any sort of drama, but that concern was overwhelmed with the joy of being called “Dad” again. He was a sucker for his kid, the person he loved more than any other on Earth.

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            “Hey, um, Birdie?” said Em, entering (Y/N)’s room after getting ready for bed.

            “Yeah?” said (Y/N), looking up from where they were hunched over sketchbooks in their PJs.

            “I wanted to talk to you about something,” said Em.

            “What is it? Are you still worried about Michael?” asked (Y/N).

            “I mean, yeah, but that’s not what this is about,” said Em.

            “Okay, what is it?” said (Y/N).

            Em took a deep breath. Come on, don’t be a coward, you are literally a demon forged in Hell not some regular human. From behind their back, she held out a card. “Here.”

            (Y/N), confused but curious, stood up, took the letter, and opened it. Written in pretty cursive was a brief poem:

You’re an angel, I’m a demon, But hopefully Heaven and Hell can both agree, That you will go Homecoming, With me.

            “I know it’s cheesy as shit,” said Em, rambling. “And it’s not flowers like that time, and there’s never any pressure, but—”

            (Y/N) reached out and took Em’s hand. Their cheeks warmed in a blush, and they smiled at Em. “Of course I’d go with you to Homecoming with you.”

            “Really?” said Em excitedly.

            “Obviously.” (Y/N) chuckled. “Did you seriously forget that I was happy to go with you last year, too?”

            “I mean, yeah, but things change, and it’s still…I don’t know. You’re kind of scary,” admitted Em, managing to be honest without admitting her crush.

            (Y/N) rolled their eyes. “You’re so stupid, but I guess I like your nervousness. It’s cute.” They leaned up, kissed Em’s cheek, and then stepped back. They grinned, heart pounding since that had been a risky move. “Goodnight, Em.”

            “Night!” said Em, nearly squeaking in shock. For all their ability to tease (Y/N) in the day-to-day, all sense went out the window when it came to vulnerability and flirting. (She’d have to work on that if she ever wanted to really confess).

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            Michael nearly punched the mirror in front of him as he gazed at the scar across his face. Twice he’d tried to hurt Lucifer, first by messing with his kid and then with him directly, and twice that same brat had ruined it. (Y/N) was proving to be the biggest obstacle to Michael destroying Lucifer’s life. If only (Y/N) was out of the way, then Michael could teach Lucifer a lesson and prove he was better than the King of Hell…

            Alright, Antichrist. It’s time for you to learn your place.

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[smoft-demons]

MC needs some extra love

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You’re having an off day. Your demons have asked to make sure nothing’s actually wrong, just to be safe, but they’ve seen you like this a few times before. They understand. You’re just feeling down for no particular reason. Just sad and low energy. Extra tired.

Nothing happened, no one hurt you, nothing’s wrong… you just woke up in a low mood. Because it simply be like that sometimes. You just… need some extra affection today. No reason. It’s okay, they’re not judging. They’ll do what they can to cheer you up a little—they love you, you know. They want to see you smile at least once today.

_______

Lucifer:

When Lucifer notices your mood, he softens towards you a lot. He asks if anything is wrong first of course—they all do—but once he learns that there’s nothing he needs to correct and no one he needs to punish on your behalf, he just softens. He treats you more gently than usual.

He expects you’ll get fed up entertaining all his brothers, with their endless chaotic energy. So he invites you to hide out with him in his office. You are invited to just sit with him and read, or put on some music, or play a game on your DDD, or just rest… or whatever it is that will help.

He’ll even let you curl up in his lap and cuddle with him if that’s what you want. That cheers him up too.

He quietly redistributes the most taxing of your chores for today amongst the seven of them, to give you time to recharge.

You’ll find Levi and Beel doing the dishes for you when it’s your turn, or if you’re supposed to make dinner you’ll find that Mammon and Asmo have already ordered everyone takeout, and they’re already in the middle of setting it all out on the table. You won’t have to do a thing! If you were supposed to clean up a common space in the house, it’ll already be done by some of your assorted pact partners. You might even find sticky notes placed amongst your homework in Lucifer’s, Satan’s, and Belphie’s handwriting, suggesting edits and books titles to check for better information, and pointing out any parts in your work that are particularly well done.

When you check your DDD later, you see that Lucifer had instructed his brothers to take on what they can from you to make your life easier today. He was not planning on letting you know that, clearly—because he sent that in the brothers group chat. You only know because Karasu’s spy feature showed you.

His support is shown in all these soft, quiet details. Peaceful moments. Simple, but unmistakable reminders of how loved you are. It’s okay if you don’t smile today, even though he would like you too. He will verbally remind you that loves you anyway.

_______

Mammon:

Mammon’s first instinct, of course, is retail therapy. He offers to take you shopping. He’ll even pay for your stuff! He doesn’t mind if it makes you happy!

You appreciate that very much—and maybe you’d be happy to take him up on that if you were sad for a reason, but… you just have no spare energy. Just thinking about going out exhausts you more. You’d have to deal with looking at things! And forming opinions, and deciding on stuff to buy! There’s crowds and cashiers and bright lights and just… stuff outside! You can’t, you just can’t. You have no energy and you can’t.

The first time Mammon sees you like this, he’s confused. You don’t wanna go out? You don’t want any new stuff?? He sure hasn’t felt like that before!

He puts effort into figuring out what will actually help cheer you up instead. He’s considerate that way.

He tries taking you for a long drive. He tries taking tasks off your to-do list. He tries trailing after you all day to keep you company, holding your hand, chattering all day so you can’t hear your thoughts, staying quiet so you don’t get overstimulated. He cycles through every possible approach over the months, on every random day you happen to wake up like this.

It’s all greatly appreciated—and hey, some of his ideas work better than the rest! You feel loved and cared for regardless. It’s impossible to miss how much he adores you.

Eventually though, he strikes gold!

That particular day, he had been telling you a stupid joke every time he ran into you, in an attempt to make you smile. He gets a weak grin for his troubles just about halfway through the day. He beams at you triumphantly at that, impulsively scooping you up for a hug and repeatedly kissing the top of your head, and—aha! THERE’S the smile he was looking for!

From that point on, he knows what to do!

The next time you wake up in this mood, he takes the first opportunity to give you a playfully over the top show of affection. Over the course of the day, he keeps doing it!

He runs into you in the hallway between classes, he (gently) aggressively ruffles your hair as he passes you. He finds you aimlessly walking through the house, you immediately get snatched into his arms for a nice long squeeze. You sit with him as he’s scrolling through devilgram, he sets it aside for a moment to squish your cheeks between his hands and cover your forehead and nose with loud, playful kisses. You go up to him and request attention? You get kiss attacked, and he won’t let up until you crack a smile!

Your brain hurts, he says, echoing your very first explanation. It’s okay though, he says. He’ll kiss it better, he says.

He is MORE than happy to completely discard the tsundere façade to lean into this… over-the-top affectionate silliness, as long as it continues to make you laugh and smile like that.

He won’t admit it, but… this is more honest. This is much closer to who he is at heart than his usual behaviour is. Try as he might, he can’t hide how much he cares to save his life.

The realest aspect of Mammon is not the dumbass, not the money-grubber, not the uncaring cool guy that he pretends to be… no, it’s the goofy dork who loves you SO much that he’d go to any amount of effort to cheer you up.

He’s damn good at it too! HE was put in charge of your well-being for a reason! He’s the best big brother/guardian/friend/pact partner ever, and you’re his to take care of. He’s not letting HIS human go without smiling once for a whole day! You’re the sole member of his family he can openly dote on, and dammit, he will!

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Levi:

Levi’s go-to is, of course, distracting you with media. He tries games first, but if you’re too low-energy for that, he gets it. He tries anime, movies, shows, videos, manga, whatever you seem to respond best to.

You’ll notice a theme of letting others help, confiding in friends, opening up to people. There are repeated instances of characters asking for support from the rest of the cast and then being helped and taken care of. Lots of power of friendship stories, lots of hurt/comfort and “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not if it’s you” and team-as-family.

Maybe, just maaaybe, he’s trying to tell you something!

He relaxes when you explain that you just woke up like this, sometimes this just happens and it’s no one’s fault, there’s no problem, he doesn’t have to worry about you. He gets that! Sometimes he wakes up like that too. It does happen!

But… you’re his player two! He wants to worry about you!

So he takes care of you the way he wishes someone would take care of him when he gets like that. Gives you the extra love he knows first-hand that you need right now. He lets you choose the entertainment, he holds your hand, and mirrors what you do to self-soothe.

If you wanna lie on the floor and stare at his jellyfish decorations, he’s right next to you. If you wanna tell Henry how you’re feeling, he’s right there with you doing the same so you don’t have to feel self-conscious. If you’re stimming, he will too. That one makes him happy as well! If you wanna burrow into a pile of blankets and plushies like a hognose snake, he totally gets it and will also do that. He does that anyway sometimes, just because it’s comfy.

There’s not a hint of judgement from Levi. Ever. He gets it.

When you guys HAVE to leave his room, like for meals and such, he lends you his headphones. So you don’t get overstimulated from all the noise his brothers make. He never goes far from you, either. He always stays close enough that you can reach for him if you want to.

After dinner, when you’re tired and done with trying to act normal (not that even one of your demons is fooled), Levi brings you back to his room. He asks if you have any requests, anything you want to do, anything he can do to help you. If you know what you need, he’ll just do it. If you don’t, he’ll offer comfort in some form that makes sense to him. He understands that all you really need is some extra love when you’re like this, so he’s not at a loss. He gets it, he feels the same way sometimes, he can do that!

You end up curled up in his lap, hiding your face in his shoulder as he watches an anime you’ve both seen before at a low volume. Familiar and comforting. He’s happy to just sit and chill with you until you feel like you’ve recharged enough. He knows you’d do the same for him.

_______

Satan:

Satan’s instinct, once he learns what’s going on, is to bring you to the quiet spot outside where the stray cats he has befriended gather and then plonk the chillest one in your lap.

Cats are perfect fluffy little warm purring bundles of free therapy, after all. How could you not be recharged by this?

He’s not wrong, the cat definitely helps. It is in fact a perfect creature.

But… well, you don’t bother to spend the energy on saying so, but being outside isn’t really helping. You cringe at every loud noise. The wind ruffling your clothes every so often is annoying you. You’re sitting on concrete and it’s making you cold. The streetlights feel particularly aggressive to your eyes today. Very stabby. There are smells outside! No one wants that!

You love the cats, but Satan is giving them all his attention and you’re getting just a little bit jealous. You as well are giving the cat in your lap all your attention, and—as stupid as you feel about it—you’re getting a little bit jealous about that too. You want attention too! All the cat has to do is be cute and soft and it can have all the petting and cuddling it wants! As it deserves, yes, but… don’t you as well, though..?

You try to push that feeling away and just pet the cat. The cat did nothing wrong, you still love it, you’re supposed to be feeling MORE recharged from this! Not… whatever it is you do feel. At the end of the day you still enjoy petting the cat and you don’t want it to leave. That’s still true and that’s what matters, you tell yourself.

Eventually the cat decides it’s had enough petting for now, and gets up. Satan checks on you, fully expecting you to be thoroughly cheered up! Instead he sees you staring forlornly at your hands, mostly zoned out. Confused, he asks if you’re okay.

You nod once, giving him a hollow smile.

Now he’s concerned. He takes a minute to finish petting the cats surrounding him—noting the hint of jealousy in your eyes as you observe him—then comes to sit on the concrete stair next to you.

He gently points out that he knows you well enough to detect a lie. Especially an unconvincing lie like that. You give a noncommittal hum in reply. That’s all you have the energy for.

He wraps an arm around your shoulders, letting you slump against his side. Your head leans against his shoulder. His other arm comes up to stroke your head for a moment, then drops down again to take your hand.

In a small, tired voice, you thank him. He gives your hand a gentle squeeze in reply.

Eventually he adjusts you so he can hold you more comfortably. Every so often he kisses the top of your head, or rubs your shoulder, or squeezes your hand, or says something quietly to you. Pointing out a interesting leaf shape, telling you something inconsequential about his day, prompting you to look when one of the cats does something cute, reminding you that he loves you and it’s okay to feel like this. That he enjoys your company no matter what mood you’re in.

This helps a lot more. Eventually you have enough energy to reply to him in full sentences! He’s visibly relieved at that. Still, he continues to hold you.

It’s after this point that a different cat comes up to you. It sniffs your shoelace then rubs itself against your leg. It flops over your shoe, stretching adorably with its little paws reaching up. It looks up at you all wide-eyed and cute, and finally you give a short puff of a laugh. Satan feels it more than hears it, but still!! He feels successful!

You pet this cat as it stands up and sniffs at your free hand. You look at it with a little smile. There’s a bit more soul in this smile, to Satan’s relief.

Later, as the two of you are leaving, he slips the cat a treat and whispers a thank you to it. Then he takes your hand again and leads you back home.

(He makes a mental note to himself for next time: pet the sad human first!! Then go see the cats!)

_______

Asmo:

Asmo notices that you’re having one of those days today, and he rushes to spoil you. Like Mammon, his first instinct is to take you shopping—but specifically for clothes and makeup and skincare products. Stuff that would cheer him up.

But you’re tired, and he understands that. It’s okay, he still knows what to do!

Asmo brings you into his room. You curl up in a sad, tired lump on his bed. He lets you chill there while he gathers up the stuff he wants.

He returns to you with his arms full of stuff! Nail polish, face masks, a hairbrush, moisturizer and hair oil, etc etc. Stuff for taking care of you.

He makes a point of only doing stuff that doesn’t sting at all. No plucking eyebrows or messing with your cuticles or anything like that. Just the stuff that feels nice.

Asmo quietly chatters about people he knows and stuff he’s used and whatever the latest gossip he’s heard is. Not even really to inform you this time, because he knows you’re probably not gonna remember much when you’re like this, but more to provide you with a constant, grounding backdrop of his familiar voice.

He speaks softly to you as he wipes your face with cleanser and then proceeds with his skincare process. He gently brushes your hair, spending twice as long as necessary just because it feels nice. He insists you don’t bother to move as he sits next to you and paints your nails.

At some point he runs out of stuff to do, so he ends up just brushing over your face with a clean makeup brush. No product on it at all, he’s just doing it to make you relax, because it’s soft and it feels nice. It’s meditative, honestly. For both of you.

He spends a good long while doing that.

He finishes up and lies down next to you. He pulls you into a cuddle. You offer to return the favour for him. Do his skincare and hair and nails and stuff for him, spoil him back—because he deserves the best.

For the first time ever, he declines. He shushes you and holds you tighter. This is the only situation in which he would ever refuse that!

He says you’re more than welcome to return the favour tomorrow if you like, but for now he just wants you to rest. He did all that for you to get you in this relaxed state you’re in right now, don’t get up and un-relax yourself so fast! Keep your brain turned off! It’s good for you sometimes!

… yes, Asmo is surprised by his own selflessness too—more surprised than you are by now, knowing him. He’s always been selfless for your sake since you first became his friend. It still surprises him though.

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Beel:

Beel is your best guy for validation. For quiet, thoughtful, unwavering support. He’s a lot more insightful than he’s often given credit for. He’s one of the best people in this family in terms of emotional intelligence, no question about it.

He knows just what to do. He observes you as the day goes on, taking the first opportunity to pull you aside and check on you without any others around. Just to make absolutely sure there’s nothing else going on.

His voice is soft, his hands are gentle, and he puts effort into understanding you. You’re family, he loves you so much! So of course he would.

He’ll share his food with you of course—both because he wants you to know that he loves you that much, and because he’s trying to remove a task from your to-do list. You don’t have to think about getting food and preparing it and any of that if he just. Does it for you. You can spend your very limited energy elsewhere.

He’ll take you with him on his routine walk, just so you can have a change of scenery and an opportunity to chat uninterrupted.

He listens to you complain about being outside with his characteristic placid sympathy—a combination that would be a bit contradictory if it came from anyone else, but somehow makes perfect sense for Beel. It’s soothing. Reassuring, somehow. He helps a lot, just by being himself.

When you inevitably run out of energy—much quicker than you usually do, but you expected that—he offers to carry you. Or rather, he automatically goes to do it on muscle memory, because that’s just what he does with tired loved ones (Belphie usually). He catches himself and realizes he should ask first in this case. Just to make sure. He’s considerate like that.

You are very tired… and you want contact. So of course you accept the offer. How could you refuse when he offers so earnestly?

He walks in measured, consistent steps as he carries you. The sway of his movement is deliberately relaxing. He’s trying to lull you into a meditative haze, or maybe put you to sleep. Either is good, he thinks.

The warmth of him makes the… everything about being outside when you’re feeling this way a lot more tolerable. The sounds of his footsteps, his breaths, his heartbeat… all of that drowns out the background noise just enough. Your face is pressed into his jacket, so the streetlights don’t stab your eyes and all the distressingly inconsistent outside smells are entirely covered by the spices-aromatics-soap scent of Beel. It’s a smell you know very well, and the familiarity of it is grounding.

Everything about him is grounding, really. He really did know exactly what to do.

At the end of the day… it’s okay if you don’t smile. He would like you to, of course, but he will meet you where you’re at. Anyway, it’s more important to him that you feel like it’s safe to show however it is you actually feel around him. He understands the amount of trust that takes, and he’s honoured by it. Nothing is more important to him than that trust.

So, you don’t have to smile. It’s okay.

Don’t be strong, he tells you. There’s no need, for now. Just let him. Rest, lean on his strength—he’s got more than enough for both of you. He’s got you. He’s not going anywhere.

_______

Belphie:

Oh, you’re tired? A bit sad, a bit grouchy? Damn. Looks like even HE has more energy than you today. That’s not something he sees often! Well, that’s fine. He knows what to do.

It’s straight to baby jail with you!

In his arms, that is. In bed, surrounded by his best pillows, covered by the least warm heavy blanket he has, so you won’t overheat but will still feel nice and covered.

He positions you so you’re facing each other, with your head tucked under his chin. So you have room to comfortably breathe and talk, but your face is still as covered as possible so you won’t be bothered by any lights.

Emotional intelligence may not be Belphie’s strong suit, but he is observant and he understands exhaustion. This may not exactly be the usual kind of exhaustion, but still! There’s no demon better equipped to understand what’s going on with you right now, just by nature.

He’s totally fine with cuddling you in silence if you don’t feel like talking. That really works for him, actually, because it allows him to nap.

Not that he doesn’t WANT to listen to you. He does. He’d be happy to. But he gets it if you don’t wanna bother with that. It’s okay.

He will, however, delay taking a nap until you doze off first. He just wants to make sure you’re okay. He’s not about to just fall asleep and abandon you if you still need attention.

If you’re not falling asleep very fast, he will help. Not with magic, surprisingly. He’s being more… gentle, he supposes, than that in this situation.

He talks quietly about nothing important. The soft drone of his voice, kept consistent and deliberately soporific, melts into your brain like butter, slowing it way down. Blocking everything else out. Gradually turning it off. One hand rubs your back slowly, almost as if to match the rhythm of his voice.

It’s so relaxing. You feel like you could stay like this forever and never want to move, you’re that comfortable.

Belphie knows what he’s doing.

It works really well! He makes sure you feel loved and cared for, then makes sure you get some extra rest. Mental and physical recharging.

Of course, you wake up feeling a lot better. Maybe not entirely back to your normal self yet, but definitely better. How could you not?

You’re a lot less tired after you’ve slept, and less sad too… so he’s succeeded—but you’re still not smiling!

He can fix that, right?

He lets you get up and stretch first, of course. He does the same. Before you leave the room though, he wraps you up in another hug.

He pulls back to examine your face after a minute or two.

Hmm… you look comfy, but still no smile! He can’t have that! So he hugs you tightly again, but this time his fingers start to lightly poke and brush over your sides. He’s trying to force you to smile by tickling you. He’s not gonna do too much, he’s not trying to overwhelm you. He stops as soon as you crack a smile.

There we go, he says as he gives you one last gentle squeeze. That was all he wanted, he tells you.

He doesn’t let go of you for long, over the rest of the day. Always holding your hand, giving you random hugs, draping himself over your shoulders—but without making you take all his weight for once, because he knows you’re still kinda tired. Enough of it to be soothing, but no more. Just so you don’t get lonely. He doesn’t want you to get all sad again.

If you do get sad again though, it’s okay. He will squish the sadness out of you all over again, as many times as you need. He doesn’t mind.

_______

[helluvapoison]

Lend A Helping Hand

Lucifer, Adam, Lute, Vaggie and Husk need help preening

warnings: possible innacurate bird knowledge, heaven headcanons (also probably innacurate) illusions to sexual behavior but it’s not

[ii]

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˚✧₊⁎ Lucifer ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Lilith used help… when she was around. The thought of asking someone else, much less the act itself, scorched him with guilt

• Oh well. Lucifer did it before, Heaven had rules about it, so he can do it again! And of course he did! It doesn’t mean it’s not an excruciatingly long process he puts off as long as he can tolerate

• You walk in on him attempting to strain his arms in ways they certainly shouldn’t bend. “Need some help?”

• “Pfft, who me? No, no, no I—“ He pauses. It’s like the predicament he’s been caught in settles in slowly, his smile dropping and crimson irises widening to rival a puppy’s cuteness. “Yes.” He admits meekly

• Your fingers barely touch his feathers and Lucifer jolts. Like him, his wings are so sensative

• Don’t take it personally when he tries to back out after that, cheeks bright red from embarrassment. He has six wings and can barely tolerate your touch as is. This could take a while, he already feels bad

• After a teaspoon more of convincing and a gallon of reassurance later, Lucifer sits as still as he can (which isn’t very) while you gently break open the pin feathers

• You could tease if you wanted, make a joke to try and settle his nerves but something tells you his wings aren’t the only thing that’s sensitive

• Lucifer appreciates your assistance and tenderness more than words can describe, nothing seems like a big enough gift to reward your hard work

˚✧₊⁎ Adam ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• Usually it’s Lute that would help him (and vice versa if he feels like it) but she’s nowhere to be found. He can’t casually ask anyone else. Heaven and its inhabitants can be weird about certain shit, preening is no exception— even though everyone has wings here!

• Walking past Adam’s office, you heard a crash and a lot of swearing. “Sir, are you—?”

“Unless you’re gonna help, fuck right off!” He growls from the ground, still reaching at an awkward angle for his wings

• He’s shocked when you sit on your knees beside him and swat his hand away. “If you make this weird, I will leave.” You warn. He doesn’t dare make even a single comment

• Adam shivers when your fingers glide into his feathers. You wave it off the first time but can’t stop a laugh when it happens again

Face first into the carpet, his loud voice is muffled, “Shut! Up!”

• You take pity on him and don’t drag the process longer than necessary. Awarding yourself a final pet of his oddly soft wings, you stand up, “There. All better?”

• Rising to his feet and giving his wings an experimental stretch, he shrugs nonchalantly, “Thanks. I guess.”

• The next day, you receive a basket from Goody-2-Shoes with various snacks. The card reads, ‘Let me know when I can return the favor. Wings don’t have to be included. ~ A’

˚✧₊⁎ Lute ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• You know she needs help when she’s more irritable than usual. Snapping at everyone, even Adam, and flinching when her wings move in the slightest

• Approaching the subject with her is harder than anyone. As aforementioned it’s unspokenly taboo but that isn’t what stops her. Lute’s deep rooted issues with intimacy and needing help will make her walls thicker than ever

• “This is inappropriate,” Lute whispers.

In the dead of night she’s finally allowed you to assist but keeps fidgeting and surveying the area like someone will catch you two.

“It is not,” You roll your eyes, “Get your mind out of the gutter and be still! I’ll have you’ll feeling better in no time.”

• She seriously, seriously doubts that. Anything she can’t do herself, amongst certain divine exceptions, no one could do for her

• …But she’s letting you help (and your adept fingers are doing a better job) So either she doesn’t fully believe that, or you miraculously raised her expectations

• Lute decides the latter is acceptable– and a compliment, especially since you prove her wrong. Triple checking her wings, she can’t find a flaw or deny how wonderful they feel now.

• “This is adequate.”

You snort, “You could just say thanks?”

“How can I repay you?”

“I just told you.”

• She narrows her eyes, shocked and suspicious that you wouldn’t want anything. Lute, again, decides that your endeavor deserves an equal act of goodwill. Don’t take it for granted when she says, “No. I owe you one. One.”

˚✧₊⁎ Vaggie ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• She genuinely forgets what’s wrong with her when she needs to preen. Even with her wings folded away, the irritable pricking can be felt. She’s itching the back of her neck, hand clawing under the crew of her shirt and dipping between her shoulder blades when you ask when’s the last time she checked for pin feathers

• Vaggie’s always been independent. Up in Heaven she was a bit cocky with the fact she never needed help to reach them. Now, she felt helpless and stupid. Her arms cramped up, her hair kept getting in the way and the itching only progressed

• “Can I–?”

“No.” Her ivory eyes go wide, surprised at the fury of her own voice. Sighing and avoiding your (what she assumed was a) pitiful gaze, she apologizes. “Sorry. I don’t know why I… I used to be able to do this alone.”

Pausing at how defeated Vaggie sounds, you do your best to keep a positive, neutral tone.

“Cut yourself some slack, you haven’t done this in years. And, y’know, you don’t have to do it alone now. Not if you don’t want.”

• Smiling at the offer hanging in the air but not quite accepting, she goes about her managerial duties only to knock on your door afterwards

• Vaggie’s so grateful you can’t see how dark her face becomes as you sort through her wings. They’re not sensitive, they never were– it’s something about your fingers delicately touching her that cracks her resolve. Now she starts to understand why this was seen as an intimate act upstairs

• “Thanks for…” Still blushing, she gestures to her wings before hiding them, “Thanks.”

You try to keep up with her indifference but can’t help the smile spreading across your face.

“No problem.”

• If you think she’s not replaying the moment over and over in her head for days afterwards, you’re wrong. Vaggie’s desperately waiting for the moment to be just as useful to you

˚✧₊⁎ Husk ⁎⁺˳✧༚

• He’s hardly a fan of Angel touching him the way he does so a solid relationship is required to unlock the level of trust needed for this activity

• The first time it happens when you’re in his life, he won’t ask but also doesn’t reject the offer. Just looks extremely hesitant and uncomfortable

• Carefully, you pinch the rough layer and eye Husk from over his shoulder

• He breathes out a laugh, “Gonna take more than that to hurt me, sugar. Go on, I’ll be fine.”

• His wings might be the least sensitive… but that could also be all that alcohol in his system

• Husk hums as you work. After he gives a big, cat-like stretch and thanks you with a tip of his hat

• The simple gesture means more than you know, he’ll never forget it

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╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ accidentally on purpose put them from most to least sensitive wings hehehe

big big big BIG thank you to @kottenox for the inspiration and letting me take this idea and run!

[voxtek-enterprises]

alastor wiped his hand on his coat after shaking the cane of the DEVIL from THE BIBLE 😭😭 NOT EVEN HIS HAND

[miicycle]

platonic or not, these two should dance to old classics to settle their differences