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“I Was Following You!”

Good evening, everyone! This is basically my first fic, so I hope y’all like it. ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ I love Kaveh sm like omg. My baby deserves all the love in the world. He’s so bbg it hurts my heart.

Constructive criticism is always appreciated.

Enjoy (。•̀ᴗ-)✧!

Content: Kaveh x Gn reader

Genre(s): Hurt/comfort(?), fluff, mild injury. Basically reader taking care of Kaveh.

Word count: 860 w.

"This is all your fault!"

Kaveh yelled, as he made his way through the forest. Stomping as he tried to find a way out of all the foliage. As he was trying to look for a clear path, you were behind him trying to keep up with his long strides. Feeling offended at his accusation, you argue back. "What?! No, it's not! You're the one that got us lost!"

Kaveh turns his head to give you an expression that clearly shows his displeasure on his face as he keeps moving. "Me?!! I was following you!"

"You were the one who wanted to go take a walk! I assumed you had a destination in mind!" You argued back, walking over an overgrown root. "And watch where you're going, idiot! I'm not gonna help you if you trip and sprain your ankle!"

Kaveh huffs as he turns to look back in-front of him. "Well, you assumed wrong! And, I don't need you to tell me what to do! I'm not a little kid!" And proceeds to stomp his way through the trees.

"Slow down, will ya! Not all of us are blessed with long legs!" You shouted as you tried to keep up, "There might be some fungi roaming around here, it's best we stick together. Even if us getting lost was your fault."

"Again! It's not my fault!" Kaveh exclaimed, making his was down a small hill. "Aha! A clear path!" A wide smile painted his face as he ran towards the empty road.

"Wait up!" You yelled running after him. Just as you were close to cutting the distance between you two, he trips on a stray root with a small yelp and tumbles down the rest of the way. Which wasn't much really, but he still managed to hurt himself.

"Kaveh!" You cried out in alarm as you swiftly, but carefully made your way to him in a panic. He was clutching his wrist as he sat on the ground, wincing in pain.

As you slide in next to him on the ground, you grab his forearm so he'd let you asses the damage. Gently grabbing a hold his wrist, you check for anything out of place only to come to the conclusion that it's sprained.

Kaveh sighs as you take your first aid kit to firmly bandage his wrist. "You don't have to do that y'know."

"I hate to be the one to say this basically all the time, but I freaking told you so." You angrily wrap his wrist all the way down to his hand as he hissed in pain. You mumble a low 'sorry' as you continue to wrap his hand.

Kaveh sighs as he watches you care for his hand. Feeling your warm fingers gently wrap his hand as he fights back a small blush threatening to make its way to his cheeks. A few moments pass by before he speaks up, "I'm sorry."

You lift your head to look at him after you're done wrapping his hand, and putting away the first aid kit. "What for?"

Kaveh looks at his lap, unable to look at your face in embarrassment. "You're right. I got us lost. I wasn't paying attention to where we were going, and we might as well spend the night outside now because of me."

Your expression slightly softens as you look at his face. You gently cup his cheek to make him look at you, "It's okay, Kaveh. I'm not mad. I'm just a bit miffed that you pinned it all on me, even when you were partially at fault." You joke a little at the end, staring into his eyes for a few seconds to make sure your message got across.

He looks into your eyes, scanning for any sign of displeasure on your face. You don’t look angry. Just worried. His eyes display his regret and disappointment in himself for letting this happen in the first place. He grabs your hand, and leans into your touch, the warmth from your hand a comforting heat.

You sat there for a bit, thumb brushing his cheek in comfort, before withdrawing your hand as you stand up, pretending not to catch the look of disappointment cross his face for a split second, smiling down at him as you extend your hand for him to take. "I'm sure we'll find our way back. You found us a path after all, didn't you?"

His eyes laid on your extended hand for a bit before grasping it with his uninjured one. "I guess I did."

You grasped his hand tightly as you pulled him up. Keeping his hand in yours, you lead the way down the path. "Let's hope this road takes us back to Gandharva Ville. Tighnari could help us get back to the city. Otherwise, I might just cry out of self pity at this point." You joke.

Kaveh lets out a small chuckle as he matches your pace, feeling warm at the care you displayed.

Even if today didn't turn out as he had hoped, he at least got to spend it with you. That's a win in his book.

Absolutely loved your Lucifer x Son reader!! Can we get a part 2? Im eager to see how Charlie and the gang may react!

Hello Anon! Here’s my take on what would’ve happened in the aftermath. As requested. Wasn’t really planning on making more content relating to this Au, but here we are! This is the last one, I hope. The gang haven’t met (Name) so they won’t be included in this.

Enjoy (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

Lucifer was basically contemplating every bad decision he's ever made in his life as he stares at the face of his unconscious son.

He barely managed to save (Name)’s wing by reattaching it, but it'll take a while before it's usable again.

Coat and hat off, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his hair disheveled from running his fingers through it in his moment of stress.

Eyes rimmed red from crying, cheeks stained with tears as he rubbed his eyes to get rid of the heavy feeling you usually get from crying so much.

He practically started having a mental breakdown the moment he knew that (Name)’s life wasn’t in any immediate danger. It wasn’t until a few minutes ago that he finally calmed down.

Sitting on a chair next to his son's bed, Lucifer sighs as he puts his face in his hands. He hasn't told Charlie yet. He doesn't really know how he should go about explaining what happened at the palace without freaking her out.

Wounds inflicted by angelic steel take longer to heal. He doesn’t know how long it would take for (Name) to wake up. It’s been about 3 hours since the attack, and he’s been restless ever since.

Still no sign of movement from (Name) as he lays motionless on his bed. The only way Lucifer could tell that he’s even still alive is the slow rise and fall of his chest.

Running his fingers through his hair as he stood up from his chair, reaching for his phone in his pocket, he hesitated to call Charlie. He didn’t know how to disclose the situation to her. There’s no easy way of doing this. I mean- how do you go about telling your child that her brother could possibly end up in a coma after being attacked by bloodthirsty psycho angels! That’s ridiculous! Everything about this is ridiculous! He’s ridiculous! He’s literally the King of Hell! He should’ve done more to ensure the protection of his son! If he just had the time to construct a barrier around his home then maybe this wouldn’t have happened in the first place. If he hadn’t been in a hurry to go save Charlie, he would’ve given it more thought. The fact that (Name) would be left defenseless all by himself with no one to help him. It’s basically a miracle that he even managed to survive all by himself. What with his inexperience in life or death fights. What kind of father would he be if he can’t even protect his children from harm! An incompetent one, he thinks.

His hands shake as he grips his phone. Taking a deep breath, he presses on Charlie’s contact and hopes that everything goes well.

“Dad! Thank goodness you’re okay! I’ve been trying to call you ever since you left in a hurry earlier- Is everything alright?” Just hearing Charlie’s voice over the phone makes him want to cry again.

He swallows the lump in his throat, “I-I’m okay, sweetie! It’s just- uhh,” just say it dammit! That’s her brother! She needs to know! “It’s (Name). He- he’s not doing good at the moment.” He cringes at his attempt.

“What?! Is he okay?! What happened?”

“He-,” his throat felt dry as he swallowed, “the palace was attacked.”

“WHAT?! Is (Name) okay?!” Her panicked voice could be heard over the phone. He tried to breathe properly to not breakout into another panic attack. “Dad?! Why aren’t you saying anything?!! You’re scaring me!”

“He’s-,” he winces at the break in his voice before clearing his throat, “He’s okay now! I managed to get here on time before he-,” his voice cracked again as tears wells up in his eyes.

The other side of the line goes silent for a bit. Charlie most definitely heard his pathetic attempt at trying to compose himself.

He clears his throat again, “His wounds are healing. But I don’t know when he’ll wake up.” He settled with. His voice raspy from crying.

On the other side of the line, Vaggie was standing next to Charlie, comforting her as she processes the information she just received. It was just them two in the lobby. Everybody else was either out or resting in their new rooms.

“Do you need me to come over, Dad?” Charlie asks.

“No need for that, apple pie- I’ll stay here until he recovers. You need to stay at your hotel. I can handle it. Promise.”

“Okay,” she swallows, forcing back her tears, “Call me if you need to. Okay, Dad?”

“Of course. Goodbye, sweetie.”

“Bye-,” he hangs up.

“Everything okay, babe?” Asks Vaggie, “You seem pretty worried.”

“Worried? Me? Pshh- no! Not at all! I mean- it’s not like the angels attacked my Dad’s castle and put my brother in a coma!-,” Charlie rambles.

“What?!” Vaggie yells in shock, “Is he okay?”

“Dad said that he’s okay. (Name)’s just resting-,” Charlie starts pulling at her hair. “Why would they attack him! He didn’t have anything to do with any of this!”

Vaggie doesn’t say anything. She just takes Charlie by the hand and takes her to their room as Charlie continues to worry about her brother. Which is valid cuz like- (Name)’s her brother-

When they reach their room, Vaggie takes Charlie by the hand and leads to bed.

“I’m sure he’ll be okay. He’s got your father’s blood flowing through his veins, no? He’ll wake up before you know it- Trust me.”

Charlie sniffles, “You really think so?”

Vaggie nods, “I know so. Now- why don’t we rest and cuddle. We’ve had a long day. I think we deserve some rest, don’t you think?”

Vaggie then helps Charlie change into pajamas as they both lay in each other’s arms in bed.

“Feeling better?” Vaggie asks.

Charlie nods, “I just hope he wakes up soon.” As they both continue cuddling in bed.

Imma be honest y’all. This isn’t my best work. Didn’t come out as well as I’d hoped. Kinda lost motivation half way through. Not sure if you can tell. But anyway! Here’s how I thought it would go. Hope y’all like it! Stay healthy and keep hydrated! ∠(ᐛ 」∠)

Bye babes!

-DebonairPrince

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BEHOLD BABES! THE SCRUMPTIOUS ANGST I PROMISED.

My heart hurt while writing this idk man. I love him but I wanna see him hurt then comfort him. Am I a sadist for that? Don’t matter either way.

Enjoy the angst (☞ ͡ ͡° ͜ ʖ ͡ ͡°)☞

Tw: Panic, blood, severed limb, difficulty breathing. Don’t like, don’t read.

Proceed at your own discretion.

Takes place in the 8th episode

Saying that Lucifer was worried is an understatement. Heaven had basically declared war against his daughter and her hotel. As much as he wants to be there, he cannot act unless Charlie herself gets hurt. And if they’re planning on hurting her, there’s no guarantee that they won’t come to his home to hurt his 15 year old son as well.

“I’ll be fine, Dad,” Says (Name) as he tries to comfort Lucifer. “Charlie is the one that needs your help right now.”

“I know that,” Lucifer sighs. “I just want to make sure that you’ll be alright.” He looks up at his son with concern swirling in his eyes.

“Don’t worry, Dad.” Says (Name) as he flexes his arm muscles, “I’m a big boy! I can handle myself. Besides- I’ve been taking combat lessons from uncle Ozzie, I’ll be okay.” He smiles trying to reassure Lucifer.

Lucifer smiles at the silliness of his boy. “Alright then- You better be alive when I come back, kiddo.” He says as his smile drops to a concerned frown.

“Promise ” (Name) smiles. “Now, get going- Don’t want to be late now, do you? Don’t forget to give me a call when you’re done.”

Lucifer hugs (Name) as he says, “Of course! I’ll call you right after everything is taken care of.” He lets go as he steps back.

“Good luck, Dad.” (Name) waves with a smile.

Lucifer salutes him before he takes off with a grin.

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After the fight, Lucifer helps rebuild the hotel. He tries to call (Name) to tell him about the events that partook a few minutes prior, but (Name) is not answering any of his calls. Panic begins to well in his chest. (Name) always answers his calls. He’s never not picked up, ever. In a hurry, he tells Charlie he’s leaving as he quickly makes a portal back to his castle.

As he steps out of the portal, he’s met with destruction all over the place, the castle doesn’t seem to be harmed much but the gardens and fountains surrounding it are in complete shambles. As he follows the path of destruction, he spots (Name)’s phone on the ground, screen all cracked, and is that blood? His breath catches in his throat as he summons his wings and swiftly makes his way to the supposed scene of the fight, now fully panicking.

No- no no no- Please let him be okay. I cannot lose anyone else.

As he continues his flight to the other side of the castle, he spots something in the peripheral of his vision that makes him immediately halt in mid air in absolute terror, a wing that looks frighteningly similar to his son’s, golden blood gushing from the severed limb. His breaths are shaky as he slowly goes down on one knee, mind racing, emotions spiraling, gently cradling the black and red, now mostly gold from the blood, bleeding wing in his arms, staring at it for a couple seconds processing that the appendage he currently has cradled in his arms belongs to his son. He snaps out of it with a gasping breath as he bolts towards the scene of the fight.

Please please please- Please be alive- Please!

Several bodies of dead angels litter the ground of his garden, blood staining the grass that once was a lovely shade of green with gold. He searches frantically, eyes bolting all around the place with bated breath.

“(Name)!” He calls out, voice trembling, filled with absolute dread, clutching the wing in his arms even tighter, still with a gentle hold.

Once he finally finds who he’s looking for, his blood runs cold, eyes widening, breath stopping as he struggles to breathe, air completely escaping his lungs.

No-

The sight of his son laying in the remains of the destroyed fountain, golden blood leaking from where his severed wing used to sit, sends anxiety through his chest, tears obscuring his vision.

No no no NO NO!!!

Eyes wide in fear, breaths coming out in gasps as more panic begins to well in his chest. (Name) does not seem to be moving at all, much less breathing. Concerningly still as he lays on his side, his back facing Lucifer showing the place where his wing got cut off from. (Name)’s shirt is cut up, stained with golden blood that seems to be flowing from his side, more blood gushing from the area his wing used to be. At least his other five seem to be intact.

Lucifer lets the wing drop from his grip as he practically trips over his feet, making his way over, then drops to his knees near (Name), and cradles his upper body towards himself.

He perches (Name)’s head on his shoulder. “(Name)?” Lucifer gently slaps (Name)’s face as he hopes for a reaction, any kind of reaction. He just needs to know that he’s still alive. However, he’s starting to doubt that as more time goes by.

More injuries span across his front, with a gash from the bottom of his left jaw all the way down to his collarbone. Blood trailing down the side of his mouth. Another scratch on his cheek, and his side seems to have been stabbed. Golden blood mixed with the water around them as the water seemed to glisten with angelic blood and Lucifer’s tears. As he holds (Name) tight, attempting to heal him with his angelic magic, he hopes that all this is just a really vivid nightmare. He cannot lose anyone else in his life. Not his son. He would gladly sacrifice himself if it meant his son and daughter would get to live. He gently slaps (Name)’s cheek again in hopes of him opening his eyes.

"Come on, (Name)..." he says, tears streaming down his cheeks, voice cracking as he chokes back a sob. "Open your eyes for me, buddy."

Blood smears all over his hands and clothes, but he has half a mind to pay those any attention.

Damnit! How much is heaven going to take from him before they are satisfied with his suffering? Are the thousands of years of being stuck in his own mistake not enough?

His angelic healing appears to have a positive effect on (Name)’s wounds. They’re healing, he’s breathing, no matter how shallow. That’s a relief. Lucifer got there on time. He made it on time. He couldn’t imagine what would’ve happened if he was even just a second late.

His worries are set aside for now as he lets his fury consume his mind for the moment.

If a war is what heaven wants,

Putting his arms underneath (Name)’s knees and upper back while being careful of his wings, as he carries him, making his way inside his somewhat unscathed castle.

A war is what heaven will get.

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Sub Lucifer x Reader

Content: Sub Lucifer x Dom Reader.

Warning(s): Suggestive. No actual smut.

MDNI

Summary: He comes home from work and you corner him cuz you miss him. 👀

Lucifer just gets back home from a meeting or sum. The moment he opens the door and steps in, he lets out a yelp as you crash your lips against his and shove his back against the door. His hat falls off as he drops his cane to wrap his arms around your neck once he registers what's going on. You have one arm around his lower back, pulling him closer to you, and the other moving down his side to his butt, giving a firm squeeze before grabbing his thigh to wrap around your hip.

"How was your day, baby?" You ask as you slowly start take off his coat, pulling his bow tie free, and unbuttoning his vest to kiss around his neck, hand still under his thigh, holding it up around your hip.

"T’was- mnh!," he gasps as you start nibbling on that one spot under his ear that makes him want to cum right then and there, "okay- ngh!"

You blow on the bruise now forming on the spot under his ear, causing him to whine and shiver at the sensation. Sliding his coat off his shoulders, the vest joins it on the floor soon after.

"How did your meeting go?" You whisper in his ear as your lips start to trail kisses down his neck to his collarbone, leaving bruises in their wake, unbuttoning his dress shirt with one hand as the other slides up his thigh to stay on his hip to keep him steady. You place your knee in between his legs to keep him from sliding down the door since you noticed his one leg he was standing on was starting to get shaky.

Lucifer lets out soft gasps and moans at the stimulation, his mouth wide open as he tries to process your question, the task becoming increasingly difficult as you start to grind your knee in between his legs, "I-It hah-," your hand sliding down his chest to tease one of his nipples, "it went- ngh- fine, ahH!" You bite down on his collarbone just as he finished his sentence. He can feel his mind start to fog up from all the pleasure he's receiving. His leg finally gave up as his hold around your neck tightens to keep himself from falling.

"Don't worry," you say with a kiss to his cheek, "I got you, sweetheart," you wrap his other leg around your hip as you shove him up the door. He then guides your face up to his and crashes his lips on yours with a whine, his hands gripping your hair like a lifeline.

You slowly start making your way towards his bed. As you bend down to gently lay him down, he whines as you break the kiss. You unhook his arms from around your neck to intertwine your fingers with his, then pin them next to his head.

"I missed you, y'know," you bring your face into his neck to nuzzle his nape. His smell is as intoxicating as it always was. Apples with a hint of vanilla. You can never get enough of it.

Lucifer sobers up slightly from his lust filled haze as he processes your words. His heart warms at the thought. You were always so good to him. So patient. Never rushed or forced him to do things against his will. Always supported him even through his depression episodes. His eyes fill up with tears, heart feeling so full as he smiles up at you.

"I missed you, too."

You smile down warmly at him. Leaning down to place a loving kiss on his lips. He reciprocates with just as much love and affection if not more.

You pull away a little too soon to his liking, "Let me take care of you tonight, sweetheart," you say as you release one of his hands to caress his cheek. "You deserve it for all your hard work. Don't you agree?" You kiss down his chest towards his stomach.

He looks down at you as he watches how softly and gently you're treating him. Just as you reach his waistband below his belly button, you look up at him. He shivers at the look in your eyes. "Just lay back and relax," you kiss his groin through his pants causing him to let out a hiss, "I'll take care of everything."

He can tell from the look in your eyes alone that he's not getting out of bed tomorrow. He's fucked. Literally.

Enjoy my first attempt at suggestive writing! I think it turned out better than I thought it would.

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