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I just discovered the poison apple side of radio apple and it's giving me deep wounds. More than before.

HA! FUCKING WORTH IT BITCH I'M SCROLLING THROUGH THAT TAG LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!!

Blood: A Radioapple one-shot.

This is my first time sharing my writing be nice.

Warning: Contains Blood, Period bleeding.

@oneofwaytoomanyfandoms please leave feedback on what to improve.

The night was chilly, the freezing air choking and rough.

The birds were silent. The earth was cold. Lucifer was cold.

Hell, he was freezing! In Hell!

He shivered clutching his stomach in pain. The cramps were killing him, digging their claws into his stomach and ripping his insides out. The cold didn't do much to make it better either.

He stole a glance at his alarm clock, it's baby blue and pink hands gently transitioning from 7:45 to 7:46.

'I'm gonna have to help Charlie at 8:00' He thought as another sharp stabbing sensation pierced his stomach. He gasped, shrinking in too a ball on his bed when he noticed that it felt off. Slightly uncomfortably sticky. And it smelled.

Like blood.

"Shit" he yelped to himself, leaping from bed and looking at himself in the mirror. His bottom half was practically drowned in blood.

He stared at the golden liquid, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him, suffocating, sad, stupid. He felt stupid. How could he do this to Charlie's hotel bed? How could he do this to the clothes she supplied him with?

Should he ask Charlie for help? Would it be too awkward? Would she bother helping?

He quickly reached into a small white and brown box on his bedside table, reaching for a pad, only to realise there were none there. He frantically swiped through a few more drawers. He grabbed a change of clothes and stared hopelessly at his blood-covered legs.

He then started staring at the bed sheets, and after a while he grabbed their base, slowly starting to rip them from the bed.

He pulled and pulled, releasing his wings to help but it wouldn't budge. The stupid-ass stubborn bed refused to release the cover.

He sighed, feeling tears burn the back of his eyes. Guilt returned, eating away at his heart. 'I'm sorry Charlie' He muttered to himself through tears as he slumped onto the wooden floor.

___

Alastor walked through the halls of the hotel. It was quite peaceful in the mornings, especially on the right half.

He didn't normally walk along this half of the hotel. Mostly because he preferred to avoid it. And by 'it' he means Lucifer. Unfortunately Charlie was busy this morning, so of course it was turned to Alastor. Of course they'd pick him to go pick up the parcels from the delivery center. She said he could take as long as he wanted, so he didn't bother trying to rush.

He strolled around, glaring at an approaching door.

It was nicely carved, he'd give it that. Beautiful in fact. It was extremely detailed, with texture to please the eyes and hands.

He stopped at the door, gently reaching at it and tracing the duck that sat in the middle. It was soft and beautiful.

He stood there for a while, when he heard a sniffle.

He knew who it was.

Was Lucifer sick? Crying?

Alastor sighed, smile twitching. He tried to move his legs. Tried to walk away.

He failed.

He couldn't move. He just stood there, listening to Lucifer's suffering. It was...

Sad? Depressing? Eww, no. It was amusing.

But he didn't take any enjoyment out of it. Instead he opened the door.

There was Lucifer, his small body curled in a ball and his wings curved elegantly around him, occasionally twitching as though to tell him he was here.

He stood there for what felt like hours, the longer he watched the angel and looked around the room, the more he observed.

The angel was crying, probably for about 10 minutes. He was scared, or nervous, maybe even guilty. He and his bed were covered in gold.

Angel blood.

Alastor felt his smile fade slightly. Just slightly. He approached, gently tapping Lucifer on the shoulder.

"Your Majesty?"

Lucifer jumped at the sudden contact, his tail flying wild and his wings flapping dangerously.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, quickly wiping his face and muttering "When did you come in? Ever heard of knocking?".

Alastor glared at Lucifer. "What happened? Did you get hurt? Want me to get Char-"

"No!" Lucifer rushed, and Alastor felt Lucifer's tail grab his leg. In a more gentle tone he added "Charlie doesn't need to know. I'm fine."

Alastor stared at Lucifer for a moment, trying to reach his eyes but missing his gaze.

"Then why are you covered in blood?"

Lucifer's face turned gold, his expression embarrassed and annoyed but relieved at the same time. He gently released his tail from Alastors leg.

Alastor didn't like that, but he kept his mouth shut.

Lucifer awkwardly opened his mouth, and closed it. And opened it again, and closed it again before coming up with the right words to say.

"I uh. It's uh. Well, um, you had a mother? It's uhm, when a woman... Once a month they bleed."

His words were muddled are awkward, mixed and merged but Alastor knew exactly what Lucifer was saying. But he didn't get why. Eventually he opened his mouth and murmured "but you're a guy." Immediately after he said it, he regretted it. That was a very personal question.

Lucifer just looked embarrassed. Not angry or upset, just embarrassed. "I uh, I kind of am a guy but I also have female... 'Parts?'.only a few though"

He watched as Lucifer dissolved into a blob of golden blush, and Alastor just sighed. "So what do you need? Normally when mother got hers, she would need certain things like extra food and maybe an extra set of clothes".

Alastor scanned Lucifer's face, half expecting him to burst out laughing and tell him it was all a joke, but Lucifer just stared at Alastor, his eyes growing glossier by the moment. Eventually Lucifer had tears falling down his face, he was crying "You're so nice! Thank you!"and Alastor had no idea of what the fuck he should do.

He awkwardly grabbed the blonde by the armpits, lifting him in the air so he could see his face. Alastor was not cut out for babysitting.

"Shhh shh it's okay!" He rushed, panic setting in "D-do you want to pet my ears? That'll cheer you up!"

As though Alastor had offered to give the world, Lucifer stopped crying but still had the annoying 'happy face' on. He stared him in the eyes. "Really Bambi?"

Alastor looked away and felt his face burn and he rolled his eyes. "Just for a minute" He gently placed the angel on the ground and lowered his head.

Lucifer immediately started to touch them, gently massaging their bases and scratching their sides. It was nice actually.

After a while Alastor stood up and looked Lucifer up and down. " Should we get his majesty cleaned up? "

Lucifer looked confused for a moment, before turning gold. He curled his wings around himself, as if to hide. "Probably..."

___

Lucifer sat in the bathtub awkwardly while Alastor sat on a stool and preened his wings, his fingers sliding gently through the wet feathers and freeing the loose ones.

"When was the last time you cleaned your wings? Even Husks aren't this bad!" Alastor said as he plucked out a damaged, long white feather.

Lucifer self-consciously crossed his arms, digging his nails deep in his elbows "Just a few years. It stopped hurting after a while"

The silence that followed for a moment said it all.

"Youre highest, You need to work on your hygiene" Alastor said after a while, he moved on to the last wing.

Lucifer thought about that. He used to be terrible at hygiene, after Lilith left, only taking a shower once every few days and only brushing his teeth and hair when he was bored. "I guess so" he managed to say after a moment.

Lucifer felt Alastor stop preening his wings. He gently pulled them away and waited. awkwardly wondering what to do, he turned to look at the deer.

Alastor sat outside the bathtub, watching Lucifer from the stool. His eyes were watching Lucifer's every move, examining what he was doing as though curious if Lucifer would randomly become a dog.

Lucifer stared back at Alastor and their eyes met. Lucifer felt a pounding in his chest. Felt it rushing, getting faster and faster.

And Alastor opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. He was just silent.

Lucifer self consciously touched his face, feeling it slowly begin to burn before glancing away and back.

Alastor had stood from his stool, he stole one last glance at Lucifer before stepping outside.

Lucifer watched him leave, before slowly standing up and grabbing the clothes. They were wine red, a similar shade to what Alastor usually wore. He slid on the shirt before he remembered he had no pads. He growled, glancing around the room and noticing a pad on the sink. Unopened. It wasn't there before.

He gratefully took it, putting it on with the rest of his clothes and stepping out of the bathroom and back into his room.

First thing he noticed was Alastor, who was grabbing the sheets of the bed and changing them.

Lucifer stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say before muttering "You don't have to do that".

Alastor glanced at Lucifer, his rolling his eyes as he said "but I am already doing it".

Lucifer watched Alastor eyes, glittering reds and oranges. He shrugged. "Okay then." He watched Alastor skillfully swap it and grab the sheets, quickly disappearing into shadow.

___

Alastor teleported back in front of Lucifer, who was clearly expecting him to return. The little shit.

He stared at Lucifer, his hair was a mess.

Lucifer stared back and Alastor suddenly felt nervous. Why was he nervous? He had always felt slightly intimidated around him but never nervous.

Alastor glanced around, fiddling with his hands and looking at Lucifer. What was he doing? Why did he come back? Why was he nervous? WHY WHERE THERE STUPID FUCKING BUTTERFLIES IN HIS STUPID FUCKING STOMACH?!

Alastor watched as Lucifer's eyes started to water and he whispered "Thank you".

Alastor looked away. He had to otherwise Lucifer would see his face go slightly pink. That would be weird. He turned back to Lucifer and got on one knee, looking at Lucifer's face.

"You look very gold" he said, stifling a giggle at Lucifer's yellow face that was glowing more by the minute. He gently reached up at the blonde, tucking a few stray hairs behind his ear. "Don't cry. You look better with a smile"

"But, Bambi, I'm smiling as well! " Lucifer said, confusing Alastor. Why was he crying if he was happy?

Alastor watched as Lucifer's grin widened at his confusion, the line stretching across his face. Suddenly, Lucifer jumped at Alastor, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Alastor stood there for a moment, frozen and stiff, unsure of what to do. After a moment he wrapped his arms around Lucifer, gently patting his golden head.

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That's all. I might continue later or something. Probably not. Should I make fluffier? Idk maybe? I proofread many times but there could still be mistakes please tell me if there are.

Blood: A Radioapple one-shot.

This is my first time sharing my writing be nice.

Warning: Contains Blood, Period bleeding.

@oneofwaytoomanyfandoms please leave feedback on what to improve.

The night was chilly, the freezing air choking and rough.

The birds were silent. The earth was cold. Lucifer was cold.

Hell, he was freezing! In Hell!

He shivered clutching his stomach in pain. The cramps were killing him, digging their claws into his stomach and ripping his insides out. The cold didn't do much to make it better either.

He stole a glance at his alarm clock, it's baby blue and pink hands gently transitioning from 7:45 to 7:46.

'I'm gonna have to help Charlie at 8:00' He thought as another sharp stabbing sensation pierced his stomach. He gasped, shrinking in too a ball on his bed when he noticed that it felt off. Slightly uncomfortably sticky. And it smelled.

Like blood.

"Shit" he yelped to himself, leaping from bed and looking at himself in the mirror. His bottom half was practically drowned in blood.

He stared at the golden liquid, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him, suffocating, sad, stupid. He felt stupid. How could he do this to Charlie's hotel bed? How could he do this to the clothes she supplied him with?

Should he ask Charlie for help? Would it be too awkward? Would she bother helping?

He quickly reached into a small white and brown box on his bedside table, reaching for a pad, only to realise there were none there. He frantically swiped through a few more drawers. He grabbed a change of clothes and stared hopelessly at his blood-covered legs.

He then started staring at the bed sheets, and after a while he grabbed their base, slowly starting to rip them from the bed.

He pulled and pulled, releasing his wings to help but it wouldn't budge. The stupid-ass stubborn bed refused to release the cover.

He sighed, feeling tears burn the back of his eyes. Guilt returned, eating away at his heart. 'I'm sorry Charlie' He muttered to himself through tears as he slumped onto the wooden floor.

___

Alastor walked through the halls of the hotel. It was quite peaceful in the mornings, especially on the right half.

He didn't normally walk along this half of the hotel. Mostly because he preferred to avoid it. And by 'it' he means Lucifer. Unfortunately Charlie was busy this morning, so of course it was turned to Alastor. Of course they'd pick him to go pick up the parcels from the delivery center. She said he could take as long as he wanted, so he didn't bother trying to rush.

He strolled around, glaring at an approaching door.

It was nicely carved, he'd give it that. Beautiful in fact. It was extremely detailed, with texture to please the eyes and hands.

He stopped at the door, gently reaching at it and tracing the duck that sat in the middle. It was soft and beautiful.

He stood there for a while, when he heard a sniffle.

He knew who it was.

Was Lucifer sick? Crying?

Alastor sighed, smile twitching. He tried to move his legs. Tried to walk away.

He failed.

He couldn't move. He just stood there, listening to Lucifer's suffering. It was...

Sad? Depressing? Eww, no. It was amusing.

But he didn't take any enjoyment out of it. Instead he opened the door.

There was Lucifer, his small body curled in a ball and his wings curved elegantly around him, occasionally twitching as though to tell him he was here.

He stood there for what felt like hours, the longer he watched the angel and looked around the room, the more he observed.

The angel was crying, probably for about 10 minutes. He was scared, or nervous, maybe even guilty. He and his bed were covered in gold.

Angel blood.

Alastor felt his smile fade slightly. Just slightly. He approached, gently tapping Lucifer on the shoulder.

"Your Majesty?"

Lucifer jumped at the sudden contact, his tail flying wild and his wings flapping dangerously.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, quickly wiping his face and muttering "When did you come in? Ever heard of knocking?".

Alastor glared at Lucifer. "What happened? Did you get hurt? Want me to get Char-"

"No!" Lucifer rushed, and Alastor felt Lucifer's tail grab his leg. In a more gentle tone he added "Charlie doesn't need to know. I'm fine."

Alastor stared at Lucifer for a moment, trying to reach his eyes but missing his gaze.

"Then why are you covered in blood?"

Lucifer's face turned gold, his expression embarrassed and annoyed but relieved at the same time. He gently released his tail from Alastors leg.

Alastor didn't like that, but he kept his mouth shut.

Lucifer awkwardly opened his mouth, and closed it. And opened it again, and closed it again before coming up with the right words to say.

"I uh. It's uh. Well, um, you had a mother? It's uhm, when a woman... Once a month they bleed."

His words were muddled are awkward, mixed and merged but Alastor knew exactly what Lucifer was saying. But he didn't get why. Eventually he opened his mouth and murmured "but you're a guy." Immediately after he said it, he regretted it. That was a very personal question.

Lucifer just looked embarrassed. Not angry or upset, just embarrassed. "I uh, I kind of am a guy but I also have female... 'Parts?'.only a few though"

He watched as Lucifer dissolved into a blob of golden blush, and Alastor just sighed. "So what do you need? Normally when mother got hers, she would need certain things like extra food and maybe an extra set of clothes".

Alastor scanned Lucifer's face, half expecting him to burst out laughing and tell him it was all a joke, but Lucifer just stared at Alastor, his eyes growing glossier by the moment. Eventually Lucifer had tears falling down his face, he was crying "You're so nice! Thank you!"and Alastor had no idea of what the fuck he should do.

He awkwardly grabbed the blonde by the armpits, lifting him in the air so he could see his face. Alastor was not cut out for babysitting.

"Shhh shh it's okay!" He rushed, panic setting in "D-do you want to pet my ears? That'll cheer you up!"

As though Alastor had offered to give the world, Lucifer stopped crying but still had the annoying 'happy face' on. He stared him in the eyes. "Really Bambi?"

Alastor looked away and felt his face burn and he rolled his eyes. "Just for a minute" He gently placed the angel on the ground and lowered his head.

Lucifer immediately started to touch them, gently massaging their bases and scratching their sides. It was nice actually.

After a while Alastor stood up and looked Lucifer up and down. " Should we get his majesty cleaned up? "

Lucifer looked confused for a moment, before turning gold. He curled his wings around himself, as if to hide. "Probably..."

___

Lucifer sat in the bathtub awkwardly while Alastor sat on a stool and preened his wings, his fingers sliding gently through the wet feathers and freeing the loose ones.

"When was the last time you cleaned your wings? Even Husks aren't this bad!" Alastor said as he plucked out a damaged, long white feather.

Lucifer self-consciously crossed his arms, digging his nails deep in his elbows "Just a few years. It stopped hurting after a while"

The silence that followed for a moment said it all.

"Youre highest, You need to work on your hygiene" Alastor said after a while, he moved on to the last wing.

Lucifer thought about that. He used to be terrible at hygiene, after Lilith left, only taking a shower once every few days and only brushing his teeth and hair when he was bored. "I guess so" he managed to say after a moment.

Lucifer felt Alastor stop preening his wings. He gently pulled them away and waited. awkwardly wondering what to do, he turned to look at the deer.

Alastor sat outside the bathtub, watching Lucifer from the stool. His eyes were watching Lucifer's every move, examining what he was doing as though curious if Lucifer would randomly become a dog.

Lucifer stared back at Alastor and their eyes met. Lucifer felt a pounding in his chest. Felt it rushing, getting faster and faster.

And Alastor opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. He was just silent.

Lucifer self consciously touched his face, feeling it slowly begin to burn before glancing away and back.

Alastor had stood from his stool, he stole one last glance at Lucifer before stepping outside.

Lucifer watched him leave, before slowly standing up and grabbing the clothes. They were wine red, a similar shade to what Alastor usually wore. He slid on the shirt before he remembered he had no pads. He growled, glancing around the room and noticing a pad on the sink. Unopened. It wasn't there before.

He gratefully took it, putting it on with the rest of his clothes and stepping out of the bathroom and back into his room.

First thing he noticed was Alastor, who was grabbing the sheets of the bed and changing them.

Lucifer stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say before muttering "You don't have to do that".

Alastor glanced at Lucifer, his rolling his eyes as he said "but I am already doing it".

Lucifer watched Alastor eyes, glittering reds and oranges. He shrugged. "Okay then." He watched Alastor skillfully swap it and grab the sheets, quickly disappearing into shadow.

___

Alastor teleported back in front of Lucifer, who was clearly expecting him to return. The little shit.

He stared at Lucifer, his hair was a mess.

Lucifer stared back and Alastor suddenly felt nervous. Why was he nervous? He had always felt slightly intimidated around him but never nervous.

Alastor glanced around, fiddling with his hands and looking at Lucifer. What was he doing? Why did he come back? Why was he nervous? WHY WHERE THERE STUPID FUCKING BUTTERFLIES IN HIS STUPID FUCKING STOMACH?!

Alastor watched as Lucifer's eyes started to water and he whispered "Thank you".

Alastor looked away. He had to otherwise Lucifer would see his face go slightly pink. That would be weird. He turned back to Lucifer and got on one knee, looking at Lucifer's face.

"You look very gold" he said, stifling a giggle at Lucifer's yellow face that was glowing more by the minute. He gently reached up at the blonde, tucking a few stray hairs behind his ear. "Don't cry. You look better with a smile"

"But, Bambi, I'm smiling as well! " Lucifer said, confusing Alastor. Why was he crying if he was happy?

Alastor watched as Lucifer's grin widened at his confusion, the line stretching across his face. Suddenly, Lucifer jumped at Alastor, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Alastor stood there for a moment, frozen and stiff, unsure of what to do. After a moment he wrapped his arms around Lucifer, gently patting his golden head.

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That's all. I might continue later or something. Probably not. Should I make fluffier? Idk maybe? I proofread many times but there could still be mistakes please tell me if there are.

You know what I want to see in HH season 2?

Another duet between Alastor and Lucifer.

It doesn't have to be romantic or anything, not even radio apple, but I want them to have another duet with the rhythm and beat, maybe even the background to Hell's Greatest Dad but I want it to be about them realising the other isn't that bad. I want it to be about them learning to tolerate each other.

That's all bye pookies

You know what I want to see in HH season 2?

Another duet between Alastor and Lucifer.

It doesn't have to be romantic or anything, not even radio apple, but I want them to have another duet with the rhythm and beat, maybe even the background to Hell's Greatest Dad but I want it to be about them realising the other isn't that bad. I want it to be about them learning to tolerate each other.

That's all bye pookies

I wanna join the radio apple kissy train on Twitter but I don't have an account 😭

I wanna join b4 it dies out help 😭😭😭

I wanna join the radio apple kissy train on Twitter but I don't have an account 😭

I wanna join b4 it dies out help 😭😭😭

Thinking bout getting a homemade stick and poke tattoo.

Should I?

Anyone know how to properly avoid infection and that? Maybe I'll make a small apple and radio 😏

(Edit: prb on my ankle. Don't want to risk it being found)

(❗Another edit ❗: I have changed my mind. Random thought I had at 11 at night. Not gonna do it)

Thinking bout getting a homemade stick and poke tattoo.

Should I?

Anyone know how to properly avoid infection and that? Maybe I'll make a small apple and radio 😏

(Edit: prb on my ankle. Don't want to risk it being found)

(❗Another edit ❗: I have changed my mind. Random thought I had at 11 at night. Not gonna do it)

I just discovered the poison apple side of radio apple and it's giving me deep wounds. More than before.

HA! FUCKING WORTH IT BITCH I'M SCROLLING THROUGH THAT TAG LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!!

I just discovered the poison apple side of radio apple and it's giving me deep wounds. More than before.

HA! FUCKING WORTH IT BITCH I'M SCROLLING THROUGH THAT TAG LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!!

I just discovered the poison apple side of radio apple and it's giving me deep wounds. More than before.

HA! FUCKING WORTH IT BITCH I'M SCROLLING THROUGH THAT TAG LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!!

I just discovered the poison apple side of radio apple and it's giving me deep wounds. More than before.

HA! FUCKING WORTH IT BITCH I'M SCROLLING THROUGH THAT TAG LIKE MY LIFE DEPENDS ON IT!!!

I had a dream.

I'm here to tell.

About a wonderful fantastic ship from hell

But really I had a dream that a radioapple kiss scene was leaked and Charlie and the rest of the crew was just in the back like

And later angel organized a wedding. Should I draw the wedding?

I had a dream.

I'm here to tell.

About a wonderful fantastic ship from hell

But really I had a dream that a radioapple kiss scene was leaked and Charlie and the rest of the crew was just in the back like

And later angel organized a wedding. Should I draw the wedding?

I had a dream.

I'm here to tell.

About a wonderful fantastic ship from hell

But really I had a dream that a radioapple kiss scene was leaked and Charlie and the rest of the crew was just in the back like

And later angel organized a wedding. Should I draw the wedding?

Blood: A Radioapple one-shot.

This is my first time sharing my writing be nice.

Warning: Contains Blood, Period bleeding.

@oneofwaytoomanyfandoms please leave feedback on what to improve.

The night was chilly, the freezing air choking and rough.

The birds were silent. The earth was cold. Lucifer was cold.

Hell, he was freezing! In Hell!

He shivered clutching his stomach in pain. The cramps were killing him, digging their claws into his stomach and ripping his insides out. The cold didn't do much to make it better either.

He stole a glance at his alarm clock, it's baby blue and pink hands gently transitioning from 7:45 to 7:46.

'I'm gonna have to help Charlie at 8:00' He thought as another sharp stabbing sensation pierced his stomach. He gasped, shrinking in too a ball on his bed when he noticed that it felt off. Slightly uncomfortably sticky. And it smelled.

Like blood.

"Shit" he yelped to himself, leaping from bed and looking at himself in the mirror. His bottom half was practically drowned in blood.

He stared at the golden liquid, feeling a wave of guilt wash over him, suffocating, sad, stupid. He felt stupid. How could he do this to Charlie's hotel bed? How could he do this to the clothes she supplied him with?

Should he ask Charlie for help? Would it be too awkward? Would she bother helping?

He quickly reached into a small white and brown box on his bedside table, reaching for a pad, only to realise there were none there. He frantically swiped through a few more drawers. He grabbed a change of clothes and stared hopelessly at his blood-covered legs.

He then started staring at the bed sheets, and after a while he grabbed their base, slowly starting to rip them from the bed.

He pulled and pulled, releasing his wings to help but it wouldn't budge. The stupid-ass stubborn bed refused to release the cover.

He sighed, feeling tears burn the back of his eyes. Guilt returned, eating away at his heart. 'I'm sorry Charlie' He muttered to himself through tears as he slumped onto the wooden floor.

___

Alastor walked through the halls of the hotel. It was quite peaceful in the mornings, especially on the right half.

He didn't normally walk along this half of the hotel. Mostly because he preferred to avoid it. And by 'it' he means Lucifer. Unfortunately Charlie was busy this morning, so of course it was turned to Alastor. Of course they'd pick him to go pick up the parcels from the delivery center. She said he could take as long as he wanted, so he didn't bother trying to rush.

He strolled around, glaring at an approaching door.

It was nicely carved, he'd give it that. Beautiful in fact. It was extremely detailed, with texture to please the eyes and hands.

He stopped at the door, gently reaching at it and tracing the duck that sat in the middle. It was soft and beautiful.

He stood there for a while, when he heard a sniffle.

He knew who it was.

Was Lucifer sick? Crying?

Alastor sighed, smile twitching. He tried to move his legs. Tried to walk away.

He failed.

He couldn't move. He just stood there, listening to Lucifer's suffering. It was...

Sad? Depressing? Eww, no. It was amusing.

But he didn't take any enjoyment out of it. Instead he opened the door.

There was Lucifer, his small body curled in a ball and his wings curved elegantly around him, occasionally twitching as though to tell him he was here.

He stood there for what felt like hours, the longer he watched the angel and looked around the room, the more he observed.

The angel was crying, probably for about 10 minutes. He was scared, or nervous, maybe even guilty. He and his bed were covered in gold.

Angel blood.

Alastor felt his smile fade slightly. Just slightly. He approached, gently tapping Lucifer on the shoulder.

"Your Majesty?"

Lucifer jumped at the sudden contact, his tail flying wild and his wings flapping dangerously.

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, quickly wiping his face and muttering "When did you come in? Ever heard of knocking?".

Alastor glared at Lucifer. "What happened? Did you get hurt? Want me to get Char-"

"No!" Lucifer rushed, and Alastor felt Lucifer's tail grab his leg. In a more gentle tone he added "Charlie doesn't need to know. I'm fine."

Alastor stared at Lucifer for a moment, trying to reach his eyes but missing his gaze.

"Then why are you covered in blood?"

Lucifer's face turned gold, his expression embarrassed and annoyed but relieved at the same time. He gently released his tail from Alastors leg.

Alastor didn't like that, but he kept his mouth shut.

Lucifer awkwardly opened his mouth, and closed it. And opened it again, and closed it again before coming up with the right words to say.

"I uh. It's uh. Well, um, you had a mother? It's uhm, when a woman... Once a month they bleed."

His words were muddled are awkward, mixed and merged but Alastor knew exactly what Lucifer was saying. But he didn't get why. Eventually he opened his mouth and murmured "but you're a guy." Immediately after he said it, he regretted it. That was a very personal question.

Lucifer just looked embarrassed. Not angry or upset, just embarrassed. "I uh, I kind of am a guy but I also have female... 'Parts?'.only a few though"

He watched as Lucifer dissolved into a blob of golden blush, and Alastor just sighed. "So what do you need? Normally when mother got hers, she would need certain things like extra food and maybe an extra set of clothes".

Alastor scanned Lucifer's face, half expecting him to burst out laughing and tell him it was all a joke, but Lucifer just stared at Alastor, his eyes growing glossier by the moment. Eventually Lucifer had tears falling down his face, he was crying "You're so nice! Thank you!"and Alastor had no idea of what the fuck he should do.

He awkwardly grabbed the blonde by the armpits, lifting him in the air so he could see his face. Alastor was not cut out for babysitting.

"Shhh shh it's okay!" He rushed, panic setting in "D-do you want to pet my ears? That'll cheer you up!"

As though Alastor had offered to give the world, Lucifer stopped crying but still had the annoying 'happy face' on. He stared him in the eyes. "Really Bambi?"

Alastor looked away and felt his face burn and he rolled his eyes. "Just for a minute" He gently placed the angel on the ground and lowered his head.

Lucifer immediately started to touch them, gently massaging their bases and scratching their sides. It was nice actually.

After a while Alastor stood up and looked Lucifer up and down. " Should we get his majesty cleaned up? "

Lucifer looked confused for a moment, before turning gold. He curled his wings around himself, as if to hide. "Probably..."

___

Lucifer sat in the bathtub awkwardly while Alastor sat on a stool and preened his wings, his fingers sliding gently through the wet feathers and freeing the loose ones.

"When was the last time you cleaned your wings? Even Husks aren't this bad!" Alastor said as he plucked out a damaged, long white feather.

Lucifer self-consciously crossed his arms, digging his nails deep in his elbows "Just a few years. It stopped hurting after a while"

The silence that followed for a moment said it all.

"Youre highest, You need to work on your hygiene" Alastor said after a while, he moved on to the last wing.

Lucifer thought about that. He used to be terrible at hygiene, after Lilith left, only taking a shower once every few days and only brushing his teeth and hair when he was bored. "I guess so" he managed to say after a moment.

Lucifer felt Alastor stop preening his wings. He gently pulled them away and waited. awkwardly wondering what to do, he turned to look at the deer.

Alastor sat outside the bathtub, watching Lucifer from the stool. His eyes were watching Lucifer's every move, examining what he was doing as though curious if Lucifer would randomly become a dog.

Lucifer stared back at Alastor and their eyes met. Lucifer felt a pounding in his chest. Felt it rushing, getting faster and faster.

And Alastor opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything. He was just silent.

Lucifer self consciously touched his face, feeling it slowly begin to burn before glancing away and back.

Alastor had stood from his stool, he stole one last glance at Lucifer before stepping outside.

Lucifer watched him leave, before slowly standing up and grabbing the clothes. They were wine red, a similar shade to what Alastor usually wore. He slid on the shirt before he remembered he had no pads. He growled, glancing around the room and noticing a pad on the sink. Unopened. It wasn't there before.

He gratefully took it, putting it on with the rest of his clothes and stepping out of the bathroom and back into his room.

First thing he noticed was Alastor, who was grabbing the sheets of the bed and changing them.

Lucifer stared at him for a moment, unsure of what to say before muttering "You don't have to do that".

Alastor glanced at Lucifer, his rolling his eyes as he said "but I am already doing it".

Lucifer watched Alastor eyes, glittering reds and oranges. He shrugged. "Okay then." He watched Alastor skillfully swap it and grab the sheets, quickly disappearing into shadow.

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Alastor teleported back in front of Lucifer, who was clearly expecting him to return. The little shit.

He stared at Lucifer, his hair was a mess.

Lucifer stared back and Alastor suddenly felt nervous. Why was he nervous? He had always felt slightly intimidated around him but never nervous.

Alastor glanced around, fiddling with his hands and looking at Lucifer. What was he doing? Why did he come back? Why was he nervous? WHY WHERE THERE STUPID FUCKING BUTTERFLIES IN HIS STUPID FUCKING STOMACH?!

Alastor watched as Lucifer's eyes started to water and he whispered "Thank you".

Alastor looked away. He had to otherwise Lucifer would see his face go slightly pink. That would be weird. He turned back to Lucifer and got on one knee, looking at Lucifer's face.

"You look very gold" he said, stifling a giggle at Lucifer's yellow face that was glowing more by the minute. He gently reached up at the blonde, tucking a few stray hairs behind his ear. "Don't cry. You look better with a smile"

"But, Bambi, I'm smiling as well! " Lucifer said, confusing Alastor. Why was he crying if he was happy?

Alastor watched as Lucifer's grin widened at his confusion, the line stretching across his face. Suddenly, Lucifer jumped at Alastor, wrapping his arms around his waist.

Alastor stood there for a moment, frozen and stiff, unsure of what to do. After a moment he wrapped his arms around Lucifer, gently patting his golden head.

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That's all. I might continue later or something. Probably not. Should I make fluffier? Idk maybe? I proofread many times but there could still be mistakes please tell me if there are.

You know what I want to see in HH season 2?

Another duet between Alastor and Lucifer.

It doesn't have to be romantic or anything, not even radio apple, but I want them to have another duet with the rhythm and beat, maybe even the background to Hell's Greatest Dad but I want it to be about them realising the other isn't that bad. I want it to be about them learning to tolerate each other.

That's all bye pookies

I wanna join the radio apple kissy train on Twitter but I don't have an account 😭

I wanna join b4 it dies out help 😭😭😭

Thinking bout getting a homemade stick and poke tattoo.

Should I?

Anyone know how to properly avoid infection and that? Maybe I'll make a small apple and radio 😏

(Edit: prb on my ankle. Don't want to risk it being found)

(❗Another edit ❗: I have changed my mind. Random thought I had at 11 at night. Not gonna do it)