Hello! I Hope This Ask Find You Well, I Am Writing This First Part Of The Ask With Much Care Since In

Hello! I hope this ask find you well, I am writing this first part of the ask with much care since in the following paragraph i'll be Very Normal About Your Works:

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I NEED A PART 2 OF THE CHARLIE FIC HOLY SHIT IT WAS SO GOOD OH MY GOD. HOW DO YOU WRITE THIS GOOD.

How does it end? Does Charlie try to contact reader again? Does she still love him? Would reader accept her attempt at getting back together? How does Lucifer react to the news of reader leaving charlie? How does Vaggie feel knowing she inadvertently cause charlie to lose her S/O? So many options

If you want to make a part 2 I will wait happily wait weeks or months if I need to. Thanks for reading my ask and have a good day!

Awww 4ndr3ax10! Reading this just made my day 🥹🥹🥹. You’re so sweet! Your message is very much appreciated.

Warning: Author rant, BEWARE!!!

ANYWAY!

News regarding part 2! I’m still tryna figure out how the plot and stuff is supposed to be. I’ve gotten multiple requests asking to see how Lucifer, Charlie and Vaggie would react and such among a few other things. Kinda trying to pick the scenario that would make the most sense to me. As I’ve stated in my previous posts, I don’t really know how to write for characters that aren’t Lucifer since I’m not that familiar with them, but I try to make sure that their personality is as close to canon as possible.

REGARDLESS!!! I’ve got a vague idea of how Charlie is going to react, how Lucifer will react to the reader leaving since he really liked them too. I’m still trying to figure out how to go about it in general.

I KNOW I TAKE A LONG TIME TO POST, BUT I CANT WRITE ANYTHING IF I DONT GET MOTIVATED OR INSPIRED. PLEASE BE PATIENT.

And for those who still stuck around, thank you all so much for being here and reading my content. 🥹🥹🥹 Cuz when I first started this account, I wasn’t really expecting to get as much followers as I do now. And reading all of your comments and asks really just makes my day. I never really expected anyone to like my writing so. THANK YOU 🩵🩵🩵

Till next time babes!

As always, stay healthy and keep hydrated!

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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.

Hi! Hope you are doing well- been scrolling on ur blog and i was wondering if i could ask for general headcanons with lucifer or alastor with a S/O who is a figure skater on ice- gosh why am i so nervous when i send asks- HOPE YOU ARE HAVING GOOD DAYS IM OUT-

Hello anon! I am doing well and I hope you are too! Thanks for asking-

No need to be so nervous, dear! We’re all friends here :) Anyway here are the Lucifer x Figure! Skater! S/o headcanons you requested

Enjoy (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

It wasn’t until a few months into your relationship that Lucifer discovered that you used to be a figure skater when you were alive.

He was pretty shocked when he found out and really wanted to see you perform

You weren’t really able to get back into it considering the environment you lived in

So- Lucifer took it upon himself to make a frozen lake of sorts in the back yard of his palace

When Lucifer surprised you with a newly made ice ring, you got so excited that you gave him a big smooch on the lips and went to get your skates

He was a blushing mess but you didn’t notice from your excitement

There might not have been an accessible ice ring, but you bought the skates to reminisce about your time on earth

You never thought you’d use them ever, but here we are!

As you glided on the ice, Lucifer could not take his eyes off you even if he wanted to

He was absolutely amazed by the elegance you displayed just by gliding on the ice

But then you started to freaking jump and twirl and do those moves that he’s only seen humans do from afar

He’s absolutely mesmerized-

It’s like he’s falling in love with you all over again 💕

Like, man’s eyes were sparkling and everything!

When you finished and returned to him, you were greeted with the biggest grin you’d ever seen on his face

He was absolutely star struck and he let you know it

Absolutely showered you with compliments and kisses

Couldn’t get the image of you on ice out of his head

Asked you to teach him how ice skate

You’d hold both his hands as his knees basically wobbled from the lack of balance

You’d laugh every time he fell on his butt, but you’d pick him up after

He’d pout every time you’d laugh at him when he slips

But in the end, he’s happy to have discovered this part of you

It just made him love you even more

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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.

——————————————-

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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