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OH MY GOD I FORGOT ABOUT RYKKA

what if i made a fallen angel oc just for funsies

#how funny is it that in january of this year i made a fallen angel oc #and then a few months lateri became obsessed with a fictional version of THE fallen angel-

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Wanted to practice snz art with some doodles! So have Lu/ci/fer dealing with a cold + alcohol + an uncontrollable form at a social event. I have. Literally no idea how this looks or if it even looks good in any way but I hope it's decent!

#im going to lose my mind im going to LOSE IT #L/ucifer changing his wine glass into a hankerchief is INSPIRED tbh #like that's an insane idea. i love it. #the way he looks practically fine at the start but so fucking miserable at the end. yes yes YES #expressionssssss im going NUTS #him not being able to control his form too- oh my god thats such a delicious concept #and this is happening at a PARTY. A P A R T Y. #hellooooo i'm going wild #the golden blush on his face too yES #the sneezing fire as well. watch how fast i can go absolutely insane. #shaking the bars of my cage i love him so much and you draw him so well

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Big Changes, Small Comforts

Hey so uh. I believe I haven't done care-taking yet and I hope this fixes that? I'm not well-versed in writing it, so I might as well give it a shot! I tried to make this as fluffy and silly as possible between Lu/ci/fer and Li/li/th, but uh. I could not imagine Lu/ci/fer being sick without being worse at handling emotions than Char/lie. So there will be much emotional hurt/comfort regarding Lu/ci/fer freaking out about his body and his first full demon transformation-- mixed with a few headcanons that come with being sick!

Enjoy!

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Though it had only existed a month or two, The Morningstar castle was rarely silent. The hurried bustling of staff, the swirling melody of a fiddle, the scratching of ink-dipped feathers on parchment-- all of it traveling down the carpeted hallways. Despite the rulers' still-fresh Fall, life was abundant in every crack and crevice. Which made the empty silence and cold darkness no more concerning than it had the past few days. Still, Lilith kept her head held high as she crossed the west wing– and closed the gap where her fiancé waited.

"Lucifer? Are you awake? The staff prepared tea for you." 

"Occupied!" An unsteady voice called back. "J-just give me a moment and I'll be right with...wi-with...ISCHH'hhiew!"

A flash of light burst through the cracks in the bedroom doors, and a pang of worry guided Lilith's hand regardless. Pausing at the threshold to take in the sight before her.

Lucifer, the Demon King, was tangled in his own nightshirt. Limp on the floor like a discarded ragdoll, a mess of claws, horns, and wings. The struggling stopped the moment the hinges creaked, freezing like a cat caught in a jar of cream. And Lilith tried very, very, very hard not to laugh. Her fiancé should be proud.

"Well, I see you've been busy in my absence." She started, setting the silver breakfast tray on the dresser, porcelain tea set rattling as it went. 

"...Yes." From under his pajamas a faint glow lined the edges of fleece fabric, embarrassment overtaking fever as Lucifer forced his demonic limbs to retract-- to no avail.

"And I suppose," Lilith continued, bending down to meet his level. "I shall take a guess on what happened."

"Please don't."

"Let's see." Lithe fingers reached to unbutton her patient’s nightshirt. "I was gone for oh, let's say, two hours."

"Two and-- snfff! two and a half, actually."

"And you were concerned at my absence because I said I would be gone for one."

"That's still an hour over!"

"So your first thought was to help me with whatever I needed despite the fact that, for the moment, you've been given strict orders to stay in bed. You waffled over the idea for an unsettlingly short amount of time before your overheated brain decided that this was the best idea ever, actually, and you are very smart and good at resting."

"But-- but Lily dear, you’re recovering too! I couldn't just--"

"Then you looked down at yourself and said 'oh, golly gee, I'm a mess! I couldn't possibly dare to go out in nightwear!" Through her mock wailing, Lilith dramatically threw a hand to her forehead, "Why, whatever would their servants think! Lucifer Morningstar, leaving his Royal Bedchambers while appearing even slightly out of sorts! And with a cold, no less!"

"Liliiiith." Lucifer threw his head back with a whine and a sniffle.

"So instead of using magic to change clothes-- because fainting from a mere flick of the wrist isn't exactly a good look for you either-- you chose the boring route. Which, of course, you can’t handle at the moment  because you're too ill to dress yourself. And since you're getting used to your new body, your horns and wings popped out as an unfortunate side effect of your cold."

Final buttons undone and redone, she shot her fiancé an amused grin. "Well, darling? Was I correct?"

Lucifer pouted– flinching when Lilith raised the back of a hand to his forehead. She was sure that, if she were still human, the touch would have melted a few fingers off. She studied for any sign of improvement– not much better than before she left. His eyes were misty and glazed over with fever, fluttering closed as he leaned forward to rest against her cool skin. His rosy cheeks were dusted by a blush that flickered like firelight. His nose was an angry shade of gold, slightly swollen from his constant rubbing and blowing.

Face suddenly twisting, Lucifer pulled back to frantically summon something– stopping himself before he could dare to try. Lilith's mirth was quickly pushed aside, recognizing the all-too-familar flick of the wrist.

"T-tissues…!" He gasped out, grabbing blindly at the air. Pushing herself upright, Lilith snatched a cluster from the nightstand to press into desperate claws.

"Th-thaaahhHHHIT'SCHHH!" Flames licked between his fangs, crackling with every uncontrollable outburst. "IT'SCHHHH'hiew! IT'CHH'hiew! IT'CHHHH'HIEW! Oh-- IT'SCHHHHEW! oh st-stars, I-- IT'SCHHHHH'HIEW! I cahhh-cad't-- HAT'SCHHHIEW! cad't br-breahhhhthe…! hahhhhhHH-! AT'CHHH'HIEW! hhhHHH-"

Breath snagging, he grabbed the whole box before he could spiral into another fit, letting loose blow after heavy blow to rid himself of the stubborn itch. Wincing when each cluster shredded or burned. But with one last airy sniffle– surrounded by small piles of tissues– the fit slowed to a stop. Not without some protest as the ailing demon groaned miserably into yet another ruined bundle. “Ughhh...I was trying to say thank you. Guess that was a bust. Snff!” 

“It’s alright.” A soft, fluffy throw blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and all weariness of the fit melted to the touch. Pressing against Lilith’s nape like a moth to a flame as she scooped him up, nose still buried in a fistful of tissues to stall the streaming. “You’re ill, beloved. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

"Of course not." Lucifer said confidently-- before paling in alarm, "But. But what if there is? Just by being in your arms right now I could be leaking some-- snfff! some curse or spell that can hurt you, or worse! What if–! …I-if...It'shhh'hiu!"

A tired, squeaky sneeze forced his tail to grow, popping out from beneath the throw. Whipping to and fro as he fretted, the demon king’s last remaining scraps of tissues disintegrated in a puff of smoke. And without any other option as his nose threatened to drip, Lucifer blew heavily into the hem of the blanket. Pulling back with pure disgust when he realized what he'd done. "Oh– Oh gosh, that was embarrassing! Lilith, I-I amb so sorry–"

“Shhhh. Don’t apologize.” His other half purred softly, pushing a lock of hair out of his face to kiss it. Gingerly tucked back in bed, light throw traded for piles of soft wool bedsheets and thick, downy feather pillows. Humiliation vanished as Lilith took a shaking hand and, before it could retract, brought it to her lips to kiss its back. “I'm going to pour us some tea. I will leave your side for only a moment. Do you trust me?”

Lucifer blinked back surprise. “I…of course. Thank you.”

Slowly, he let his other half slip from his fingers and fell back into his hoard of pillows with a weak moan, pulling the covers over his head.

And as she went to discard the soiled blanket and reach for the teapot, Lilith embraced the quiet. It ached deeply, in a way, but she understood. Because not long ago she was her own worst nightmare. A human once cherished by God– now a disfigured, demonic abomination. Sometimes she would pass by a mirror and itch to smash it, disgusted by her reflection. Only seeing a skin that wasn't hers. The feeling still lingers, of course. Biding its time. But now the gaping wound is an occasional ache, a minor inconvenience.

Because when she cursed her horns, Lucifer would admire them as he had so many times before-- a mortal creation that an angel could never dream of. Because she would cry out in pain at nightmares of the Fall, and her partner would kiss her cheeks to wipe away overflowing tears, playing a soft lullaby on his fiddle until she drifted back to sleep. Because, despite his newly grown claws, her fallen angel wrapped every injury with a feather-light touch, whispering soft affections in between.

So she remained patient with no regrets. She accepted the fever that rattled his pride. The fear that came with an uncontrollable body. The shame of Heaven that rotted his resolve.

Because he loved her, and she loved him, Lilith patiently withstood the silence.

For about two seconds.

“Isshhhhh'hiew!” From behind the mattress rustled as Lucifer scrambled for another wad of paper much too thin. Ragged breathing quickening until– “‘Ishhhhh! ‘Ishhh! Ishh’SHHHIEW!” A final, desperate gasp. “Hhhhhiiiihhhh…hih! HET’SCHHHEW!”

A crackle filled the air, then a flash, then a pained whimper. Breakfast quickly abandoned, Lilith spun on her heel to face her ailing partner.

"Lucifer?!" She yelped, "Are you al–...right?"

Her patient's curled outline beneath the covers was larger than before, shimmering with a strange light.

"Yes! Fine! Everything's fine! Fine and– snff! very normal!" Lucifer's voice cracked through false cheerfulness.

“Lucifer, you’re glowing.” Lilith deadpanned.

A pause, “Glowing?” A shudder. “Yes! The glowing! Why would I lie about the glowing? It happens all the time! Glowing!” He laughed nervously between frantic babbling. She simply crossed the room, but the second she grasped the hem to lift it--

"Don't look, please!" He rushed to tug the opening closed.

"Lucifer..." 

"Y-you didn’t see anything right? No, no of course you didn’t! So there’s nothing to worry about!"

"Lucifer."

“We’ll just. Stay like this! Fine and normal and nothing will change and you won’t hate me–”

“Lucifer!” Shoving down her guilt, Lilith ripped away the curtain between them, met with an entirely new sight.

Skin that was once a plain porcelain white had grown iridescent scales that shined like opals, body bathed in holy light. Demonic eyes painted his cheeks like freckles, a deep scarlet to match his original two. Slit pupils like needles, eyes wide in alarm. His six tattered wings had grown to an enormous size, folding in on themselves from the weight alone. Black, bony spikes were jutting from the spine of his tail, just nearly breaking the skin.

A perfect patchwork body of demon and seraphim.

The fallen angel opened his mouth. Stunned. Before giving an embarrassed squeak, wrapping himself in his wings to hide again. The room grew silent, save for small, frustrated sniffles. 

“This is new.” Lucifer finally croaked out.

“I can see that.” Lilith breathed. “I would very much like to look again.”

“What? Why?!”

“Well, if you must know.” Lilith chuckled as she leaned shoulder to shoulder, sinking into large, plush wings. Feeling them echo her movement, leaning into her warmth. “You look…charming.”

“I-I do?” Lucifer lifted a wing, peeking cautiously through the crack.

“Well that's awfully rude. I’ve only seen you for a few seconds. That’s hardly a full viewing.”

“Y-you could be imagining it!”

“Hm. I suppose I may be.” Lilith hummed, “Then let me see it. Let me prove that you are a disgusting shell of your former self. As I have once tried to prove to myself.”

A small silence fell over the bedroom. Then, ever so slowly, the barrier between them finally unfurled. Lucifer was still huddled in a ball of course– arms wrapped around his chest and legs drawn up to his chin, making sure to cover as much as possible.

The reaction was immediate. Lilith gasped. “Gracious, it’s worse than I thought!”

And in return, the Sin of Pride immediately crafted a hand mirror from his new, untapped well of magic to examine himself, looking every which way at every which angle. “O-oh no. No no no nononono– which part? Some parts? A-all of it?”

“It’s horrible!” She brought her fingertips to her lips.

“Is it the eyes? The hair? The wings? I-it’s the wings, isn’t it?”

“Your nose is running.” Lilith suddenly hummed, as if she were predicting the weather. Plucking the final tissue from the box by his side.

“...Oh.” Lucifer wasn’t sure if he could blush any brighter, wincing as she dabbed at his sore nose. “I. You’re right. I’m being silly about all this–” he motioned to himself frantically, “--aren’t I? It’s just. I was made to create. To protect. To be a pure, shining beacon for everyone. For God. For you. But I’m none of that now. I-I didn’t want to ask before, but now– well, you know more about illnesses than me.” 

Tattered wings drooped with his shoulders, a mix of fear and shame fighting for control.

“So be honest. Am I. A-am I broken?” He muttered quietly.

At that, Lilith’s heart nearly shattered. Oh. Oh shit, she was doing this all wrong.

“...I apologize, beloved. Truthfully, I don’t see the point of asking me any of this. It’s silly to think I would love you any less than the day we first met just because you grew a few extra body parts.” She cupped his cheeks, tilting his face upwards to give him a soft smile. “But if you need me to confirm what I already know. If you want some honest praise,” His other half set aside the tissue and pulled him closer. “I’m more than happy to help.”

Lucifer waited with bated breath as she pulled him onto her lap, raising his chin to scan him up and down.

“Let’s see. We have…” She pecked his forehead, “Two horns.” then his neck. “Scaly skin.” just above each eyelid, earning a small chuckle. “Eight eyes.” then each knuckle, “Eight claws.” She pulled at his collar to kiss his shoulder blades– delighted at the shudder that followed. “Six well-groomed wings.” She threaded the tail through her fingers, kissing its tip, “A tail with spikes.” Her touch ran down to his thigh, “Two hooves.” And lastly, she turned him back around. Lovesick grin clear on his face, tail wagging gently. Wrapping his legs around her waist, he sheathed his wings around her like a feathery shield.

“And finally…” she kissed the tip of his snake-like nose, “An adorable nose.”

His nostrils flared at the sudden, inevitable itch that spread up to its bridge. He quickly turned away, summoning a fibreglass-woven handkerchief to press to his face. 

“H-heh…! Sorry, my nose is s-suhh…sensihhtive…damn cuhh…! C-cuhh…!” He snapped at the waist, wings fluffing and hellfire spitting with every wrenching outburst. “HUH’ATSHHHH’huh! HAT’SCHHHUH! AT’SCHHHUH! Hahh…hhhHHH-! HAT'SHHHHH’HOO!…Ghh…Snff! Ugh, damb cold.” He rasped out, scowling at the ground between gurgling nose blows, as if the seven rings themselves had interrupted their lovely moment.

“And more powerful fits. Bless you.” Lilith giggled, gently smoothing giant, shimmering feathers back into place.

Lucifer rubbed at his nose and sniffed sharply, wings leaning into the touch. “As long as nothing has changed.”

“Things have changed, dear. We both have.” Lilith decided, carding her fingers through his hair, “For the better, I think.”

“I hope so.”

“Then I’ll just have to know for the both of us. Until you’re ready.”

#i forgot to reblog this and i am fixing that immediately #cause holy shit. oh my god. #lemme tell you this is SO sweet. like tooth rottingly sweet. #the level of romance in this. ohhhhhh #THE HURT/COMFORT. im going to smack my hands against the desk (stimming) hard enough to break it- #WHEN L/ILITH GENTLY GRABBED HIS HAND AND KISSED IT. FOR SOME INSANE REASON I STARTED GIGGLING OVER THAT #they are just. they are so sweet i wanna squish them in my hands #also. the banter. i for one really do love L/ilith gently teasing her mess of a husband #its just SO GOODDDDDDDD #this is one of those fics thats gonna live rent free in my brain for a long LONG time

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whenever i talk to someone on here i have to physically restrain myself from saying stuff like *(kicks down door)* and *(lays dangling upside down from bed)* before i start a sentence.

it's not even because i used to rp cause i've never roleplayed in my life. it's genuinely just cause i have no other way in my autistic brain to convey the Vibes im trying to put forth. but at the same time i DID weird someone out once by doing the *(kicks down door)* thing and i am FAR too polite to do that again-

#you guys only get one half of my crazy. the kink brain crazy. #not the normal crazy crazy

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since this is taking so long y'all get another preview

gods i LOVE putting comedic moments into my fics and y'all can't stop me-

+ bonus preview from this same fic that i'm sure y'all will be slightly more interested in;

#H/azbin H/otel #snzfic wip

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life updateeeee

i managed to make it through the schoolyear and passed the entry course i was in!!! my gpa isn't the best but at least i made it through

went to the doctor to hear the results on the blood test i had done; turns out! bloods haunted. which is why im tired af 24/7. im starting an iron supplement (which just outright tastes like blood btw. im a vampire now) so hopefully getting that all sorted out will give me the Energy I Require to Do Things

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why am i so. obsessed with the concept of a sneeze scenario with like. V/ox kidnapping L/ucifer.

like. L/ucifer just lets it happen. he could break free at any time he's just bored and wants to see what they'll do. but then he ends up like... being allergic/sensitive to... idk, either whatever it is V/al smokes or like, some room fragrance the V/ees use or whatever

and like, he can't just let himself sneeze. he'd probably end up accidentally breaking out of whatever they've trapped him in if he did, and he doesn't want his little damsel in distress act to be done and over with so early, this is fun

too bad he sucks at holding back-

#H/azbin H/otel #snz #snz scenario #L/ucifer at least wants to see someone try to rescue him cause he wants to witness whatever will go down #(and also wants to know who exactly would care enough to try and rescue him) #if it weren't for the fact he's genuinely trying really hard to hold back though #he would probably be talking so much that he'd annoy the V/ees into just giving him back willingly #thats the first thing C/harlie notices is off she's like ''dad's actually being somewhat quiet??? oh this might be an actual problem'' #cause she knows sometimes L/ucifer lets this happen just for fun. him being quiet when it happens though?? thats abnormal somethings up #like she was gonna start a rescue mission anyways but now she's got more real concern

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im tired but i have arrived to present two concepts that i just remembered from an anime i watched as a teen that drove me nuts for a good week;

devil flu, basically just a normal flu (but slightly worse) EXCEPT the only way to get rid of it is to infect as many other people as possible. this one's for the contagion enjoyers methinks.

reaper flu, this is the one that made me lose my mind cause. again normal flu BUT. when they sneeze it summons this giant scythe that will cut through everything in front of it (include face masks- literally it sliced a face mask clean in half), and will also just. obviously kill a human instantly by reaping their soul.

anyways take these and have fun with them i guess

#snz #if anyone else knows what anime this is from you're a real one #anyways. ohhh it'd be so funny to apply these concepts to h/azbin #also btw im not actually into contagion like. at all sdjflsjdlfks but i know a lot of other people around here are

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coming back to this cause hear me out. what if the opposite was also true.

what if the hotel could affect L/ucifer.

this is the most nuts "magic induced sneeze" scenario i've ever thought of btw but like. what if L/ucifer tied himself to the hotel when rebuilding it to give it extra strength. and what if the HOTEL had just enough level of sentience to like... dislike certain scents/flowers/dirt in general. but it's a building it can't do anything about it.

so it just... shoves it all onto L/ucifer.

L/ucifer isn't allergic to dahlia flowers. still though, when C/harlie decorates the hotel with them, he can't stop sneezing, cause the hotel itself hates it-

stuff like that just starts happening, and L/ucifer is trying to do damage control, but the others really are just kinda standing around like "????" cause they do NOT know what is going on. why is L/ucifer suddenly so adamant about keeping the hotel clean??? they for sure don't know!!!

L/ucifer going out and about to run some errand or whatever when a chill just runs down his spine and suddenly he's only just barely stifling sneezes. eventually he has enough of it and just portals back to the hotel and literally KICKS whoever was bringing in something the hotel disliked out of the building just so that the sneezing will stop-

do y'all think that since L/ucifer mostly rebuilt the hotel using his magic, that him being sick would actually affect the hotel itself???

#H/azbin H/otel #snz #im almost free from schoolwork gang #just one more project to complete!! #and then y'all will get more insane thoughts like this

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Tuned Out

Oh gosh it's been uh. Almost a month since I've written something??? Well, I hope you enjoy this one! I loved the idea of a sick L/uc/ifer spiraling, and being broken out of it by A/la/stor's radio show because I'm weak to the idea-- though it can be interpreted as both platonic and Ra//di//o//A//pple.

And here's a quick heads-up: Though this is still the usual fluffy fic, the spiral paragraph itself is a bit rough. So I'm going to put a trigger warning below and in the summary when I add this fic to the list. If intrusive thoughts and vague thoughts of self-harm are too much, please skip the italicized second paragraph. You can still read the fic without needing to include this part, so don't feel ANY pressure to do so if you aren't/will never be ready. Please, pleeeassseee take care of yourselves!

Otherwise, enjoy!

TW: Intrusive thoughts, vague thoughts of self-harm

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Burning. His skin felt like it was burning him alive. That was the only sensation Lucifer could feel. His tired eyes stared up at the canopy of his bed, face glowing softly with fever. Its flush spread gold across the embedded pearls above, making them sparkle like stars. He sighed, crackling sparks floating from his lips as thoughts poked and prodded at his overheated mind.

Fuck. He really was pathetic, wasn’t he? Can’t move, can’t get up, can’t get a glass of water, eat dinner, call Charlie– call. Charlie? Oh, poor Charlie. She must be so disappointed in him. He chuckled weakly, What would she even say to him that she hasn’t already thought? He could imagine it. He really could. ‘Seriously, Lucifer?! I literally meant nothing to you for years and now suddenly you waltz into my life? And instead of actually spending time with me, you’re calling from a room that could’ve gone to someone who truly needed it, ordering me to wait on you hand and foot like I’m your butler? Like our entire relationship meant nothing? You threw me away, and now you’re going to do it again?! You know what? You deserve this! You deserve to rot in your bed! Get as starving and sick as you want! At least now the inside will match the outside! You’re terrible! I hate you! No. No, you know what? I wish you got your second shot at Heaven. I wish you had at least a week of laughter, fun, and fucking fireworks so they could tear off your wings andyoucanFallalloveragai–’

A burst of static pierced the air, shattering the constricting spiral just before it could break him again– and replaced it with a new form of dread.

“Why hello there all you wayward sinners! Welcome once again to tonight’s show with your host: The Radio Demon!”

“Uuugh!” Lucifer groaned dramatically, snatching one of his many pillows to press over his head. 

Right. The stupid fucking radio. From under the shadows, the sickly demon couldn't help but glare daggers at the piece of junk resting on his nightstand. Alastor had requested those old, outdated mortal inventions for every hotel room– specifically from the 1920’s era because apparently he preferred style and substance. Whatever that meant. 

Regardless. He insisted that it was needed for announcements, communication, and entertainment. In other words– somewhere, somehow, Alastor was currently studying him and him alone with invisible eyes. Surgically scanning him at the seams for the slightest rip. The slightest tear. As if his prey wasn't the most powerful being here. Dramatic bastard.

“And how are you doing this fine evening, Your Majesty?” The radio sung.

“Go away.” The lump of fluff grumbled.

"Of course not! It is my duty as your hotelier to take note of every little detail of my building, no matter how tiny and insignificant. And I am ever-so-glad I have! It is quite the rare sight to watch our King of Hell lose face to a simple case of the sniffles. Truly a headline for the ages!"

An angry red blush painted over the king’s golden cheeks, immediately pushing himself upright. Towering wings puffed, pillows and blankets tossed about the bed as he went. "Now see here! Sinners get sick. Overlords get sick. Hell, Charlie and Lilith can get sick! Me? I’m just rehhh…Snff! Ugh, resti'g…"

"Resting. Of course. I suppose I will believe you for convenience’s sake--"

"Hhheh…! Het'shiew!"

"--oh! Bless you."

"Het'shhhiew!"

"Bless y--"

"Hep'shhhh! 'Etshhh! 'Tshhh! 'Tshhh-'tshh-'tch! ...HhhhehhHH...! HEH'TSSHHHIEW!"

"My goodness, bless! You sound absolutely miserable. Shall I fetch you a glass of water? Or another blanket, perhaps?"

"Nhhh– no." Lucifer protested between hitching breaths, conjuring a handkerchief with the flick of the wrist, "N-no thahhh...hhhah! Hhhh...”

He finally lowered the cloth when the tickle finally fizzled out, heaving a sigh of relief. “Ndo thadk you. Snff!" He took a deep breath before letting loose a mucky blow into the fabric, "It's fine. I'm fine."

A pause. "Ah."

"What? What is it now?"

"Oh nothing, nothing! I’ll let you get back to your rest. But before I go, could I mention one more thing?”

“Absolutely not.”

“It’s just. Well, I had my first impressions, but I assumed that the King of Hell wouldn't be so cowardly."

"Cowardly?!" Lucifer repeated incredulously, spitting a plume of smoke.

"I see your hearing is as sharp as your wit."

"I'll show you cowardly you…y-you…hhh-!" The demon’s nose twitched desperately, and he cursed between hitching gasps as it tried again and again to just get. The damned itch. Out.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite catch that."

"You…you self-important…hehhh…p-pompous…!" 

"How flattering of you to notice my worth! And would you believe it? You're absolutely right! I am the fundraiser for this humble project, after all. The guide for these poor, misguided souls. Ones such as yourself."

"Oh, please! We both know you’re...you're no behhh...better than…hhhH–!" Lucifer's handkerchief raised to his face.

"Trying to use your infamous silver tongue through a sneeze? My word! Charlie had told me you were stubborn. But this?"

"Eshhh! Et'SCHHH! HEH'ETSCHH'HHHIEW!" He quickly twisted his head away to let loose a breath of flame, barely singeing the well-abused cloth.

"Poor, poor Lucifer Morningstar.” Alastor teased, his voice as soft and careful as a snake in the grass. The smattering of footsteps echoed across the floorboards, circling the bed. “Always choosing your own heavenly guilt over the needs of everyone else."

"HEH'ESCHH'HHHIU! Hehh! Hhh…hghh…"

"Which is a shame, considering the ill resident who requires attention. Trapped in their own feverish mind. Alone while their partner is away. Unable to move or think or even ask for help properly. But I’m sure you wouldn’t know how it feels for them, considering how indestructible you are."

"...There is?" Lucifer finally croaked, cringing to himself at another gurgling nose blow.

"Of course! While you were hiding in your room with your wings tucked between your legs, I'm afraid you've missed someone very important. Someone close to you."

Lucifer froze. He didn't mean.

"Mmm. Let's see." As the radio host thought stubby knobs spun on their own, playing flickers of songs diluted by time. "Rosy cheeks. Blonde hair. Red eyes that sparkle so damn brightly one could go blind."

Oh no.

"Puffy bow tie. Black fingernails."

Did. Did he get his little girl sick? Please, please don't let that be the case.

"The most spell-binding singing voice."

He thought back to breakfast. How Charlie had eaten less than normal. How she sniffled once or twice at the table. Wait, did her face look pale? Maybe the light didn’t catch it?

A knot formed in the pit of his stomach.

"Wh-where is she-- they, um! That. Resident right now?"

"Oh, performing the usual suffering patient routine. Lying in bed. Being miserable. Quite adament about sleeping the bug off. Reminds me of the ol’ picture books that star wealthy socialites and their sickly Victorian children. The ones who die due to their parents' neglect and mistreatment."

"I could help her." The fallen angel mumbled anxiously as he pushed himself upright. "I could help her right– …now..." 

The second he dared to stand he nearly fainted, stumbling dizzily to grab the bedpost for support. From beneath a small string of black tentacles sprouted from the ground, nudging him back into place and under the covers as The Radio Demon tutted disapprovingly. 

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you. If you can't partake in the complex act of resting, then what good are you to our dear, sweet Charlie?"

"Shut. Up." Lucifer hissed, "I am a grown adult--"

"--debatable--"

"--and I choose what to do with my free time! And it's my jo-- koff koff! j-job to help my daughter when she needs it!" A shaky finger waved at all six radios. Or were there seven?

"To be quite honest Sire, I would prefer to do my tasks without your meddling. Actually, I would prefer not to perceive your existence at all, thank you very much. Unless..."

"Unless?"

"Unless you'd rather call her yourself. But I know you won't." A mocking tone laced with static, “You c̴̨̮͊o̶̗̤̿ẇ̷̙á̴̼̖ȑ̶͉̕d̶̙͚͗̕.”

“I– wh–” Lucifer laughed in sheer disbelief, snatching up his phone. “Y-you’re– you’re joking, right? I’m not some– some godforsaken hermit!"

"Then by all means, prove it."

"I am!"

“I’m waiting."

"Oh, I’ll do it! I’ll do such a good call. It’ll be the– snff! goodest caller you’ve ever seen.” The King of Hell pouted like a child as he moved his claws.

“Ugh. Lord knows how he’ll act if he gets worse.” The radio mumbled quietly.

“Whassat?”

“My apologies, Your Majesty! I forgot that your company as of late are less of the civilized and more the rubber duck variety.”

"Of all the– if you weren't stuck to Charlie like a parasite I would take the sharpest end of my tail and shove it up your--"

Click!

"Dad?" A voice croaked.

"Charlie!" Lucifer's venom turned saccharine sweet, flipping on a dime. "Hey! Hi! H-how are ya, sweetie?"

"Mmrgh...what time is it?"

"It's. Um. Evening…time? Look, that doesn't matter right now. Are you feeling alright, kiddo?"

"Am I feeling alright?" His patient echoed sleepily.

"Yeah! I uh. IIIII just wanted to check in. See if you were okay." 

"Oh. Um, I'm okay." A bit of rustling and a pause. "Are you okay?"

"Snff! Me?"

"Yes, you! You looked so tired at breakfast this morning, a-and you didn’t eat anything which never happens! And you were kinda glowing? It kinda seemed bad but I didn’t want to ask because maybe it was a personal thing and– wait, your voice is…are you crying?!" Rustling turned into the shuffle of pacing slippers.

"What? No! Nonononono! I just--" Lucifer froze, feeling another itch start to build, handkerchief nowhere to be found under the sea of fabric. "Jhhh-just excuse mbe for– snff! For a seggond. Keebp t-talki’g…!"

He quickly pressed his hand against the speaker, stifling into his shoulder until the scratchy wool felt damp. "Hh'ntt! Hh’ngk! Hhh’TCH! ‘TCH! Hhhhh...HT'CHNXT'hiew! Guhh..."

"Sure. A-anyway, you called me pretty early in the morning and after all that and this. Soooo…is there anything I can do to help?"

Desperate claws scrambled to craft a new handkerchief and wipe his streaming face. "N-no! No, no-- snff! absolutely not! Worry about yourself Char-Char, I'm fi--....f-fihh...!"

Hang up, pinch your nose shut, do anything but--

"HET'SHHH'HIEW!" Lucifer doubled over.

–sneeze.

"Oh geez, that sounded terrible!” Charlie gasped, “Is that why you've been in your room all day? Are you sick?"

A sudden, very obvious realization hit him. Silently the fallen king sunk into his mattress, wishing he could be swallowed by his comforter. His cheeks burned. The familiar description. The taunting. 

“Can I. Call you back, Stardust?” 

“What? Whoa, whoa, wait, we’re not finished here–” With a final monotone beep, the call ended.

"You.” Lucifer clenched his fangs.

“Yes?” Alastor hummed non-chalantly. “YOU.”

“Gracious! No need to shout. Even The Devil Himself should know that a sickly patient musn’t raise his voice, lest it get worse than it already is!”

“Watch your back, bellhop. Next time I see you, no ring of Hell will compare to what I-- koff! I’ll–" The threat died with a wheeze, breaking into another ill-timed fit.

"And that's all for tonight, folks!" The radio suddenly hopped back to life, "Tomorrow's show may be a little dicey schedule wise, as our guest star is feeling quite unwell. Will he finally exit his literal and proverbial cave of sorrows for once in his miserable life? Or, much like his saintly past, will pride once again be his downfall--"

"Dad! Are you– eep!"

Charlie's entrance was suddenly interrupted when a black fist rained down on the damned noise box, breaking in a fit of bouncing springs and wooden splinters. The room stilled until a meek, nervous chuckle finally broke the spell.

"Charlie, dear?"

"Y…yeah?"

"Um. Could. Could I trouble you for a glass of water?"

#HELLOOOOOOOOO #i dont have much time to leave comments right now so im gonna speedrun this #the BANTER. oh my god. i love me some good banter and this was DELICIOUS #A/lastor knowign whats up because of the radios is such a good concept omg #L/ucifer in denial as always- what a treat #A/lastor just describing L/ucifer while KNOWING that L/ucifer is gonna assume he's talking about C/harlie #is so fuckign good i love that. he would do that #and L/uci then calling C/harlie because of it??? this is so in character of him tbh #the swap from threatening A/lastor to bright and cheerfully addressing his daughter is just such a good mental image #him giving himself away on the phone- LOVE that. i love it so much #the mention that he was glowing earlier in the day- yes yes yes yes yes yes- #THE FINAL LINE BEING HIM ASKING FOR A GLASS OF WATER. AFTER DESTROYIGN THE RADIO #A PERFECT PUNCHLINE I DID IN FACT LAUGH #i loved this i loved this so much #i could say more i could leave so much more comments on how good this is but sadly do not have the time #but ohoho this was so good to read after all the stress ive been under of getting schoolwork done #just two more projects- two quizzes- and two tiny bits of homework left!! #and then i can go even more nuts over L/uci than i already am

[glitterrosesnzz]

im gonig to start eating drywall

#im not actually my mind is just spinninggggggg with thoughts #period started like. uh. an hour ago #and its hitting my body FAST #this does not help the stress im under. this does not help the autism. this does not help the tired #DOES make me think a lot about L/ucifer though what the hell #cannot get over him unfortunately #most attracted ive been to a fictional character in like ever not a joke #thinking about how my whole body temperature actually went up when i was watching a L/ucifer edit the other day #like i genuinely felt feverish. i've only had that happen when i found real people attractive befor e #idk what kinda crack they put in him but L/ucifer is hotter than sin #yes that joke is on purpose

[glitterrosesnzz]

L/ucifer actually should totally be allergic to easter lilies. it just fits-

#H/azbin H/otel #snz

[glitterrosesnzz]

it's almost 1am and i should be sleeping but instead im thinking about the concept of L/ucifer not actually being capable of developing a fever and instead just. glowing.

it different from the usual glow he sometimes does though. you can tell there's something a little off about it. but he's just. he's glowing.

#H/azbin H/otel

[glitterrosesnzz]

ALSO thinking about the fact that in hell's greatest dad L/ucifer just. let A/lastor 1) spin him out of frame, 2) hip-bump him out of frame, 3) drop him through a trap door, 4) drop a piano on him?????

like. this is the king of hell. he could've stopped this at any time. he could've pulled out the full demon-mode at literally any time.

how,,, how much will L/ucifer just... tolerate from A/lastor before hints of his more demonic form start slipping through??? i think A/lastor should test this-

how should he test this, you may ask. listen im quite partial to the concept of inducing someone only to not let them actually sneeze- and i think A/lastor would find it somewhat entertaining-

#h/azbin h/otel #snz #im so incredibly unhinged rn #the concept of L/ucifer almost saying ''please-'' and A/lastor being like- #''whats this? is the king of hell pleading already? my my. whatever happened to your pride?'' #dfhgkjLKJSDLKFJSFLSJD #wow who posted that huh totally not me im so normal-

[glitterrosesnzz]

sat down to work on homework and immediately spent twenty minutes daydreaming instead about L/ucifer hiding his face behind his wings when he sneezes, except doing so requires conscious effort on his part, and by around sneeze 3 or 4 (if he's fallen into a fit), his wings will fall away from his face and will flare out instead-

#H/azbin H/otel #snz

[glitterrosesnzz]

ive got like,, and im not joking, like 7 big college final projects due next week, so that l/ucifer fic im working on likely won't be done until like.. sometime after april 10th at the earliest.

[glitterrosesnzz]

All Eyes On You (3/3 + Extra)

Last part! Please feel free to start at (1/3) and go from there if you'd like the full picture! I also decided that, since the scene ended early, it wouldn't be fair to go without one extra piece of content. So this is post-song when Lu/ci/fer finally gives up. Thank you so much for waiting! And another BIG thank you to @glitterrosesnzz for the shared love of this trainwreck of a rivalry!

Lyrics (3/3)

Don't fret

Good sir, it's just the flu!

Ignore those pesky

Eyes on you

#THE EYES ON YOU FRAME IS SO FUCKING GOOD HELLO???? #OH MY GOD #ACTUAL CHILLS WHAT??? HELP???SDHFLKSJDFLKSDJFS #ALSO THE BONUS IMAGEEEEEEE #the amount of tissue boxes around him ohhh he's seriously going through it huh dflskjdflsds #surprised none of them are half burnt actuall- #..that'd be a fun hc. that when he starts getting too exhausted from sickness he stops breathing fire #doesn't have the energy for it- #ANYWAYS #I LOVE THIS SO MUCHHHH #LITERALLY OBSESSED WITH IT #gods you draw them all so good #im normal im normal im sooo normal #thats a lie what am i talking about im obsessed