You possess a rarity. Less than 1% of the human population share this gift with you.
You have TWO soulmates bonded to you, not just one. Their names sweetly printed on each wrist in neat and matching cursive: Lilith Morningstar on your left and Lucifer Morningstar on your right.
You were so confused. āWell either these two are coincidentally named after biblical figures or a cult is involved somehow in one way of another.ā
One botched summoning attempt where you were the unwilling āsacrificial lambā later, youāre nestled in a massive silk satin bed, cocooned in the powerful grasps of the King and Queen of Hell. All three of you are coated in a thin layer of sweat, loose crimson feathers patterned the room, and various ripped fabric littered on top of the mattress and all around your bodies.
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When Lilith finally became pregnant for the first time, Lucifer was overjoyed, jumping for joy at the prospect of becoming parents again.
But, have you heard the theory that Lilith received a punishment or a curse that every time she had a child, it would be stillborn? That really happened to you.
You were born without life force or a soul, which prevented your heart and body from functioning. Lilith was devastated because her worst fear had come true, but Lucifer, with his still-angelic powers, gave you a soul so you could return to life, andā¦
ā¦You opened your eyes.
So Lucifer, with tears in his eyes, held you in his arms while Lilith gazed at him with love and tears of happiness. Lucifer was overjoyed and cried tears of joy for a whole week.
During your childhood, you proved to be just like your mother: calm and composed. You loved your father's rubber duckies and even helped him make some from time to time. Luci told you stories about everything you wanted to hear: Creation, Eden, angels, and so on.
Until adolescence, you didn't go through your emo phase, but you became even more withdrawn. You didn't talk to your parents, you didn't look at them. It was your depressive phase, so to speakānot emo, just depressive. Something that worried your parents. Lucifer tried to be better for you, but it didn't work, and Lilith always tried to come into your room to talk to you, but you never succeeded.
Until your little sister was bornā¦ Everything changed. Charlie became the light of your life, and you stopped being like that. Everything went back to normal; you played with Charlie.
----Time skip----
Charlie is the heart that inspires; you are the fist that protects that heart. You support her unconditionally, but from your own perspective: while she builds the hotel, you "clean up" the neighborhood to ensure no danger approaches.
There's an affection tinged with loving exasperation.
Her spontaneous hugs drive you crazy (though deep down you adore them), and her optimism sometimes feels like a risk. Your most common line to her is: "Charlie, my love, that plan is terrible. Tell me how I can help you make it work."
In a crisis, your styles clash to create something new: your cool planning and her blind passion merge into a brilliant strategy. No one who threatens her lives to tell the tale, and no one who harms you faces her demonic wrath.
At a family dinner, Lucifer makes a cynical joke, you top it off with an even darker observation, and you both laugh. Lilith smiled contentedly, and Charlie looked at them, somewhere between amused and horrified, shouting, "Dad! Sister! Don't talk like that at the table!"
Lilith's departure was like an earthquake. Lucifer completely collapsed. His creativity and humor vanished, and he shut himself away in his workshop with his rubber ducks, not to create, but to hide. Charlie, still young, was devastated and confused, crying in her room, wondering what she had done wrong to make her mother leave.
Regarding your relationship with your father, you became his caretaker. You brought soup to his workshop, informed him of matters of state (which he barely listened to), and endured his long silences or his rare outbursts of frustration.
There was a shared but unspoken pain. You both missed Lilith, but in opposite ways: he, with despair; you, with a root of anger at being abandoned. Once, in a rare moment of candor, he murmured, "At least you didn't leave me." It was the saddest "thank you" he ever gave you.
Your greatest frustration was seeing that only Charlie could briefly draw him out of his shell with her infectious joy. Although you were happy for them, a small resentment grew inside you: "I've been here, holding everything together. Why her and not me?"
In that chaos, you didn't have time to cry. With a cold calm and a dull ache in your chest, you took charge.
You became the de facto Regent of Hell: You signed decrees, held audiences, and maintained order in the Seven Rings while your father was away. You were the shield protecting Charlie from the weight of the crown and the rumors circulating about her mother's disappearance.
The day Charlie had the idea for the hotelā¦ She came to you with eyes full of tears but also determination: "Sister, we can't stay like this. We have to do something. Something good."
You recognized in her idea a lifeline for both of you: for her, a purpose; for the kingdom, a project to distract from the crisis. You used your influence and resources to acquire the dilapidated building that would become the Hotel. You told her, "If this is what you want, I'll help you build it. But let's do it intelligently."
As Charlie became obsessed with redemption and pure optimism, you focused on survival and stability. While she dreamed of Heaven, you ensured that the foundations of Hell didn't crumble.
This divergence created a tense distance between you. For Charlie, the Hotel was a mission of love; for you, it was an act of familial and political protection. You felt she didn't understand the true cost of keeping that dream safe.
You don't live in the hotel, but it's your most important protection project. You keep a watchful eye on everything: you assess each guest, "deter" any demons who might try to sabotage it, and maintain a relationship of mutual respect (and slight tension) with Alastor, because you both recognize each other as dangerous players.
Sir Pentious's redemption took you completely by surprise. For the first time, you see that your sister's dream isn't just an illusion, but a real possibility. Your pride is immense, but so is your fear: she's now a more valuable target, and therefore more vulnerable. Your protection becomes fiercer and more discreet than ever.
Seeing your father interact again, support Charlie, and even smile stirs up mixed feelings. There's hope of recapturing some of the old bond, but also resentment for the years of absence. Your relationship is now more like that of co-rulers, testing each other.
You're no longer the regent, but you remain the unofficial "Head of Security" of the kingdom and the family. Your loyalty is unwavering, but your smile is less frequent. Everyone else sees you as serious, practical, ruthlessly efficient. Only Charlie, on her best days, manages to make you laugh genuinely, reminding you that life isn't all duty and gloom.
Maybe either poly!lucilith or poly!murdermedia with reader who is insecure in their relationship (i.e., feeling left out by them, not feeling good enough for their partners, doubting their place in the relationship)? Kinda looking for some hurt-comfort fics now š„¹
Lucilith x Reader
Notes: why must you do this to me anonćā½ć
cw: hurt/comfort, insecure reader, cheesy romance
Morning in Hell didnāt look the way you once imagined it would.
No screaming souls, no raging firestorms tearing across the horizonāat least not from the kitchen windows of the palace. Instead, the sky beyond the tall glass shimmered in deep crimson and gold, like a sunrise that had been dipped in wine. The palace itself was quiet, almost tender in its stillness.
You werenāt usually awake this early.
Normally, this kitchen belonged to an army of chefs and servants. Today, however, it belonged to you.
You stood in the middle of it, sleeves rolled up, staring at the ingredients.
Usually, you wouldnāt have bothered. Not for anyone.
But this wasnāt just anyone.
You were dating the King and Queen of Hell.
Even thinking about it still made your chest flutter a little. Months ago, when the relationship started, it had felt like a dream you were waiting to wake up from. Lucifer and Lilithātwo impossibly powerful, beautiful beingsāhad chosen you.
And they made sure you never forgot it.
Every week there was something new.
You had once mentioned liking a certain fruit youād liked in the human world and missed it sometimes. A week later, Lucifer had proudly dragged you outside to show you an entire greenhouse devoted to growing them.
Youād once said you missed this restaurant in the Pentagram City but it always had a two month waiting list. Two days later, Lilith had calmly informed you sheād hired the chef.
You stared down at the bowl in front of you. Flour dusted the counter. A faint smear of batter clung to your sleeve. Your fingers tightened slightly around the whisk.
What could you possibly give people who could have anything? That question had been gnawing at you for weeks. Until last night.
You had made cookies. Nothing fancyājust something you remembered from when you were alive.
And they had loved them.
Lucifer had nearly inhaled three in a row. āOh my god,ā he had gasped dramatically, clutching his chest. āLily. Darling. My love. I think Iām ascending.ā
Lilith had rolled her eyesābut she had taken more cookies than him, even stealing Lu's portion when he was not looking. āThese are wonderful, dove.ā
Theyād even asked if you could make them again sometime. And that tiny moment had sparked the idea.
āThen this should beā¦ good too. Right?ā
You pour the batter into the pan, watching it spread, trying to focus on the small, manageable things. Flip. Wait. Donāt burn it. Donāt mess it up.
You add fruitācarefully picked, ironically from the very garden they made for you.
A small, almost bitter smile tugs at your lips at the irony. āEven this isnāt really mine, is itā¦ā
Itās nice. Itās thoughtful. But is itā¦ enough?
A small, sharp laugh escapes you. āGod, what am I even doingā¦ā
You arranged everything carefully on the tray, adjusting the plates three times before stepping back. Your heart was already starting to beat faster.
God. Why were you nervous?
What ifā
Your stomach twisted.
What if they only liked you because you were interesting for a while?
The thought slipped in quietly, the way it had been doing more and more lately.
Lucifer and Lilith had been together for centuries. Their bond was ancient, powerful, unshakable.
Sometimes when they spoke about the past and you felt like a small, temporary thing standing beside something eternal. Like eventually they might realize you didnāt quite belong in the picture.
Your fingers curled slightly against the counter.
Maybe that was why you wanted to do this so badly. Something that said I care about you too.
You lifted the tray carefully. The cups rattled softly as you steadied them. āOkay,ā you muttered under your breath. āYou can do this.ā
The palace hallways were still quiet as you walked through them, the massive space feeling almost too big for the small tray in your hands.
Your heart thumped a little faster with every step toward their room.
By the time you reached the bedroom door, your heart was pounding. You nudged it open with your shoulder.
The massive room was dim and warm, the heavy curtains only letting in streaks of red morning light.
You had expected to see the usual - Lucifer sprawled across the bed, hair messy, blanket half kicked off. Lilith's hair cascading over the pillows, one arm resting where you had been earlier.
So when you nudged the door open with your shoulderā
Your steps slowed. The bed was empty.
Your brows furrowed immediately. āā¦Huh?ā
The blankets were tossed aside, pillows dented from where theyād slept, but the room itself was quiet.
You stepped further inside, carefully placing the tray down on the table near the bed.
āLucifer?ā you called lightly. āLilith?ā
Still nothing. Your confusion deepened. It wasnāt like them to disappear this earlyāLucifer especially.
That was when it happened.
A slender arm suddenly wrapped around your waist. Another hand gently covered your eyes. You gasped softly in surprise as you were pulled back against a warm body.
A familiar, smooth voice brushed against your ear. āCaught you.ā
A shiver ran down your spine instantly.
āLilith,ā you breathed, half laughing, half startled.
Her quiet chuckle rumbled against your back as her hand slid away from your eyes.
You turned within her arms, the motion easy and instinctive by now. Lilithās hands settled comfortably behind your back, drawing you close as she looked down at you with that amused, knowing smile of hers.
āYouāre up early,ā she murmured.
āIāā
Before you could answerāAnother presence moved behind you.
You barely had time to register it before arms suddenly wrapped around both of you from the back.
Luciferās bright laughter filled the room. āLOVE SANDWICH!ā
You squeaked as you were squeezed between them.
Lucifer had wedged himself behind you, while his arms stretched around you to dramatically cling to Lilith as well.
Laughter bubbled out of you. For a moment, it felt perfect.
Then Lilithās fingers brushed beneath your eyes. The gentle touch made you blink in surprise.
Her thumb lightly traced the faint skin there, her gaze sharpening just slightly. āHave you not been sleeping well, darling?ā
Your stomach dropped.
Shit. Your mind scrambled instantly.
You couldnāt let them know youād been lying awake for nights, staring at the ceiling, thoughts spiraling about whether you truly belonged here.
But you also didnāt want to lie to them.
The silence stretched for too long.
Behind you, Lucifer shifted slightly. āMaybe the bed is not comfortable?ā
You almost snorted.
The bed was the most luxurious thing you had ever slept on in your life. The mattress was softer than clouds, the sheets silk, the pillows perfect.
But since you didnāt want to lieā¦You tried to deflect.
You pointed toward the tray. āThe food is getting cold.ā
Luciferās head snapped toward the table instantly. āOh my god! Lily, sheās spoiling us!ā
Relief flooded your chest.
Phew. That was easy.
āBut~ā
Your relief died instantly.
Luciferās voice had turned sing-song. āWhat are you not telling us, sweetheart?ā
āHowā?ā
He was still behind you, so there was no way he studied your expressions.
Lucifer replied smugly, āBecause we know you inside out, darling.ā
āYour shoulders are a little hunched,ā he said. He tilted his head slightly. āAs they always are when youāre unsure.ā
Lilith tilted her head slightly. āSo, youāre not going to tell us?ā
You frowned a little. āWell I donāt exactly know how to explaināā
āThen,ā Lilith interrupted gently, her lips curving into a wicked smile, āI suppose weāll just have to coax it out of you.ā
Your brain barely had time to process that sentence.
Because the next momentāLilith kissed you. Her hand slid to cradle the side of your face as she pulled you closer, her lips warm and slow against yours, guiding the kiss with confident ease.
For a moment your mind went completely blank. Lilith always kissed like she already knew the effect she had on you. Like she enjoyed watching you forget how to think.
You melted into the kiss before you could stop yourself, your hands instinctively finding her waist.
Lucifer's arms slid loosely around your middle from behind, his chest pressing lightly against your back as he leaned closer.
A quiet laugh brushed your ear, his lips brushed gently against the side of your neck.
Lucifer wasnāt rushed about it either. He moved slowly, deliberatelyāsoft kisses trailing along your neck, warm breaths ghosting over your skin between them.
Lilith deepened the kiss slightly, her fingers slipping into your hair as she tilted your chin upward.
It was overwhelming in the softest way possible.
Blood rushed straight to your cheeks.
You could practically feel the heat spreading across your face as Lilith pulled back from the kiss, her lips curving into a pleased smile at your flustered expression.
āOh?ā she murmured softly.
Then, before you could recoverā
She started kissing your face.ājust quick, affectionate kisses scattered everywhere. Your cheek, your temple, the corner of your mouth, your forehead.
You barely had time to react. āLiliā!ā
Behind you, Lucifer clearly took this as encouragement.
His kisses along your neck grew more deliberate, warmer, lingering just long enough to make your breath catch. His arm tightened around your waist while he pressed another soft kiss just below your ear.
āHmm,ā he hummed, entirely pleased with himself.
Lucifer chuckled softly behind you. āWell now,ā he said with mock surprise. āFirst time hearing āstopā from you.ā
You groaned quietly.
Lilith leaned back slightly, though her hand remained gently at your waist. Her expression was amused, but patient. āGo on, darling.ā
Lucifer rested his chin on your shoulder again, clearly invested.
You took a breath, trying to calm the lingering warmth in your face. You really had to phrase this normally. āWellā¦ā you started slowly. āI was thinking that since you both do so much for meā¦ I should thank youāā
āDarling,ā Lilith interrupted gently. āYou donāt need to thank us.ā
āButāā
āTotally agreed,ā Lucifer chimed in immediately. āI would rather you stay in bed all day,ā he continued cheerfully, ādoing absolutely nothing but getting loved by us.ā
You stared at him and snorted. āThat is a very oddly specific fantasy.ā
Lilith let out a long, theatrical sigh. āHmm,ā she mused thoughtfully. āPerhaps we are the ones at fault.ā
You blinked. āWhat?ā
Lilith rested her cheek against her hand, gaze full of mock contemplation. āMaybe we were simply unable to properly express how much we adore you,ā she continued gravely, āand it has caused you so much unnecessary distress.ā
āNoāitās notāā you started quickly.
Lucifer suddenly leaned forward with a slow, mischievous smirk spreading across his face. āMaybe,ā he said, eyes gleaming, āwe should kneel and worship you to get the point across.ā
Your brain froze.
Before either of them could even move, you scrambled onto the bed in a panic, so they donn't kneel on the cold floor. āOkay, okay!ā you blurted out quickly. āI understand!ā
Lilith's eyes sparkling with quiet amusement. āWell,ā she said smoothly, āit seems our point was made.ā
Then she reached over, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. āIn the future,ā she said softly, āwhen you start feeling like that againā¦ā Her voice softened, though the playful warmth remained. āYou tell us.ā
Lilithās smile turned just a little more wicked. āAnd we will prove again and again that youāre never escaping us.ā
Your heart skipped.
Lucifer leaned in closer, āOh absolutely,ā he added cheerfully. āYouāre trapped now.ā
You groaned, though a laugh slipped out anyway. āWow. Very romantic.ā
Lucifer grinned. āI thought so.ā
The rest of the morning unfolded far more pleasantly than you had imagined.
At some point, Lilith had gently pulled you down until your head rested in her lap. One of her hands absentmindedly brushed through your hair while the other held a slice of apple from the tray.
Lucifer, meanwhile, had fully claimed your thighs as a pillow, stretched across the bed like a satisfied cat while eating a slice of apple pie.
Lilith lifted the apple slice toward your lips. You leaned forward and took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. Then you hummed happily. āItās so sweet!ā
Lilith chuckled softly above you, the sound warm and amused. āIs it now?ā
Her fingers tilted your chin up slightly. āI think Iād like to have a taste.ā
Before you could reply, she leaned down.
Her lips met yours in a deep, lingering kiss, stealing the sweetness of the apple from your mouth.
When she pulled back, there was a pleased sparkle in her eyes. āHmm,ā she murmured. āYouāre right.ā
Below you, Lucifer snorted lightly. Your attention dropped to him just as he finished a bite of pie. āI think this,ā he said, holding up the fork proudly, āis much sweeter.ā
You raised an eyebrow at him, a playful smirk tugging at your lips. āIs it now?ā
Lucifer grinned.
You leaned forward from Lilithās lap and kissed him tooāquick at first, then a little deeper when he happily leaned up to meet you.
He laughed softly into the kiss before settling back against your legs again.
Behind you, Lilith watched the exchange with an amused smile.
And thenābecause Lucifer had momentarily forgotten about the plate beside himāyou saw your chance. As Lucifer and Lilith leaned toward each other, their lips meeting in a soft, familiar kissā
You sneakily reached over. Snagged a piece of apple from Luciferās plate and popped it straight into your mouth.
āI saw that!ā he grumbled, though he fed you another piece.
You burst out laughingācrumbs everywhere, plates half forgotten, and the morning stretching lazily around you.
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Chapter One: Golden Lilies And Angel Feathers
POV: Reader:
Since your Fall, there have been three things you pride yourself in; not letting your eternal punishment defeat you, resisting further temptation, and keeping a low profile. Were these odd priorities considering you had already lost it all and landed in literal Hell? Sure. But being a seraphim doesnāt just leave you overnight. Usually. Unless you become roommates Verosika Mayday and let her take you out drinking. Then everything falls apart apparently. But itās fine! Youāre totally totally fine! Everything is great! You just need to escape from in between two sound asleep, very pretty and very naked blonde strangers, find your clothes, do the walk of shame home, and find verosikaās stash of painkillers for her hangovers. This is all her fault, if you think about it. She owes you.
Twelve Hours Ago:
Typically you were fairly good about avoiding huge events. Even with Verosika trying to drag you out with her and her group fairly often. But according to her, this one was non negotiable. The Asmodeus himself was opening a new club in Lust, and everyone who was anyone was going. Which was even more a reason to skip, frankly, but Verosika had worked her ass (and other parts) off at work to win VIP tickets to the grand opening for her, her weird boyfriend Blitz (with an O somewhere that is not pronounced apparently), or whatever his name was, you, and a few others. A very generous end of year bonus frankly, Succubi got good benefits. Anyway, it would be rude to ditch her. Friendship was about compromise after all, and angels are amazing friends! Or, well, fallen angels in your caseā¦ You should be used to that by now, but you arenāt. Do others get used to itā¦?
Looking back, going to that club was your first mistake. The second was letting Verosika and her friends dress you up. You ended up in a rather short dress with a sweetheart neckline and a handkerchief skirt, with long detached sleeves so you could move easier. The fabric was a vibrant purple and seemed to shimmer with a golden glitter pattern that formed a particular type of flower in the light. You couldnāt remember the name of them for the life of you. The trim at the neck and skirt, along with the sleeves themselves were made of pink and white feathers. You were going to kill Verosika. Was she trying to make people realize what you were?! But she swore to you that feathers were very in at the moment. Less and less sinners had wings in recent years, so they were becoming more luxurious and hard to get.
The jewelry was a whole other thing. A golden snake belt and an apple necklace. Really hitting the nail on the head, huh? You knew she was getting tired of your reluctance to accept Hell and your moping around, but this wasnāt even subtle. Going out for a night of sin, wearing the reason you fell from grace as accessories.
You agreed secretly with The Original Fallen for millennia. Samael. Quietly resenting your elder sister, Sera for leading the charge to cast your mutual friend away. He was right. Humanity deserves to choose their own paths. How could anyone truly be good unless given the opportunity to be evil? Adam and Eve were not truly good people, they were blank slates. That choice allowed them to choose their own paths.
After millennia of silence, you couldnāt stand the casual, quiet slander against your old friend anymore. It wasnāt exactly constant bashing, but in a way, when his existence was ignored, it felt worse. So you foolishly approached Sera, to confide, to reason with her. Not to bring him back, but to suggest at least an open communication with Hell! It would benefit the winners! They could write to their loved ones who chose darker paths. Because surely parents and spouses and children still miss their loved ones, even if they were not as pure. Andā¦ perhaps you could write to Samael and even to Lilith. You had not known her nearly as long or as well as you had Samael, but you could remember faintly how beautiful and brave and stubborn she was. You understood why Samael had chased her like a moth to flame. You had almost done so too.
It had not gone over well with Sera. She saw through it immediately. You had truly wished to help the winners as well, but The Morningstars being even part of the reason was more than enough to upset the council. Sera loved her rules. She followed the laws of Heaven to the letter. Sister or not, the council must hear of this, and decide your fate. And so they did. You were accused of following The Morningstar. Of worshiping him. Of trying to contact him to join his flock. A huge exaggeration, really, but there was no point in reasoning with them.
When you landed in Hell, it was the worst physical pain you ever felt. And the first. Pain receptors wereā¦ new. You had kept your wings at least. The only mercy Sera negotiated for her sister. But they were now a darker, greyish blue instead of periwinkle. So were your eyes. And soon a splitting headache overtook you, like two knives were exiting the top of your skull, twisting their way out. Not knives, it turned out. Horns. Spiraling horns like a sheep. Haha, God has a sense of humor. After being called part of the Morningstarās flock, you became a damn sheep. Good one, Almighty.
Your first thought was to go find Samael. But now that it was realā¦ Now that you were in his realmā¦ It felt foolish. After nearly ten thousand years, why would he remember you? Why would he miss you? An old friend from days long gone, days that probably pained him to recall. What if your presence disturbed the fragile peace he had created with his love? What if he didnāt believe you when you said you voted for him to stay in Heaven?
No. No it would tear you apart completely if he rejected you. If your existence pained him instead of overjoyed. So you set off on your own. You ignored the newspaper articles stating that there was a search and rescue for a new Fallen Angel that The King sensed in his domain. Search and Rescueā¦? No, it was probably more of a manhunt. Angels were despised here, you figured that out fast. Keep your head down and wings hidden. And you did that for four months. Until you got hired as an assistant by a pop singer named Verosika Mayday, who thankfully turned into a friend you could trust. Eventually.
You had to admit, the outfit looked good on you. And damn Verosika was good at makeup. The shoes werenāt as elaborate, black platform boots over torn fishnets, but they pulled the outfit together. And finally, Verosika handed you a masquerade mask. A white feather swan mask, matching the feathers on your dress. Verosika explained that it was changed to a masquerade at the last minute. āSome important guests don't want to be recognized or photographed or whatever.ā Interestingā¦? Well okay, you can do this. Itās just a big party. Your first since The Fall. If Heavenās galas for the higher angels even counted as parties. You suspect this will be rather differentā¦
POV: Lucifer Morningstar:
Why was he going to this thing again? He hates parties. He hates Sinners. Well, except for his Lilypad, but she was hardly a Sinner. Oh right! Lilith! Thatās why heās going! Well, and to support Ozzie, but mostly because Lilith asked him to. It had been ages since they last went out together properly! With their duties as Monarchs and the last few centuries of mortals cracking down on witchcraft linked to him, a lot has been happening. And most of all, with the curse. Both he and Lilith were heartbroken that despite all their efforts the traditional way, with magic, with mortal science, with anything, they were yet to have a child. Hell, even with their open marriage and multiple shared partners over the millennia, they were yet to be blessed with a child. Lucifer had been confident that the curse from Eden was no match for a Seraphimā¦
No, No! He wasnāt thinking of that tonight! Lilith asked for a fun, carefree night to let loose! He was going to magic away his angelic metabolism and get ridiculously drunk with his wife! Butā¦ what if he was recognized? Heās The Devil, of course heād be recognized! So would Lily! Then the whole night would get derailed by nosy patrons of the club and reporters showing up and-
He felt Lilith hugging him from behind before he saw her. She kissed the top of Luciferās head and held him close while humming to him, sensing his anxiety. She always could. And this always worked to sooth him.
āWhat is worrying you this time, my sweet dove? Is the night ahead too overwhelming? We can always stay in~ā Lilith spoke softly, voice as melodic as usual. Lucifer swore she was the real angel. He idolized her.
āNo, No Lilypad- Well, sorta but I donāt want to cancel! This is important to you, so itās super important to me! Iāve got this!ā Lucifer insisted. He definitely didnāt look adorable, all insistent and stubborn about pleasing his love. Ignore Lilithās claims. The Devil is not cute! āIām just kinda worried about uhā¦ yāknow, us being recognized? Heh. I just donāt want the paparazzi to ruin our nightā¦ā
Lilith laughed softly, turning Lucifer to face her and cupping his face. āIs that all, my love? Why donāt we just ask Ozzie to make it a masquerade event? That way, we can be drunken lovesick fools in peace.ā She pecked his nose. Very unfair, his lips were right there! But, her solution did sound perfect. Everything she suggested was perfect. It was Lilith. And if tonight would be him and her, it was going to be perfect.
Lucifer smiled as Lilith chose a mask depicting one of her beloved screech owls. He of course chose a duck themed mask, making Lilith chuckle once more. Heād Fall all over again to hear that sound every day.
Keke appeared out of nowhere, to Luciferās usual delight. His precious familiar. She was delivering yet more proof of a fellow fallen angel. A few preened feathers, greyish blue in color. It reminded him of his old friend, but no. These were a darker shade. Hers had been periwinkle. Lucifer smiled sadly at Lilith, both a bit disappointed that it was unlikely to be her. But the night shall go on.
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TW: slight description of blood(nothing too intense, tho) comfort all out after the initial angst
Prolog(?): Lucifer x Lilith x a human S/O that got hurt
Ganre: Hurt (physical) and comfort
Type: Drabble(this might become a series) as in Lucililith x human reader(tell me if you want that tho)
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Blood.
That's all you really could see.
Your hand had blood on the palm.
Your blood.
You just wanted to have some fun with a little workout.
But instead, you got the opposite.
Your non injured hand scrabbled for your phone, almost dropping it as you got it out of your pants pocket. You dialed one of your lovers number, but to no avail, there was no answer.
Right, your two lovers were in a very important meeting.
Fuck.
Why did you have to go to earth by yourself?
Now, it would be difficult to teleport back home in hell.
You decided to text both of your lovers with what one might consider a very cryptic message.
"S.O.S Blood."
You sat down at a nearby bench at the family park you were working out and trying to have fun at.
You closed your eyes while trying to stop the bleeding from your palm.
You slowly felt lightheaded.
The park started spinning.
And then.
Lights out.
...
"Reader"
"Reader"
"Reader"
"Reader"
"Reader"
"Wake up, darling."
You slowly open your eyes, beautiful violet eyes looking back at you.
"There they are." Lilith said smiling. "Oh thank fuck." You heard Lucifer say some where in the... room? Yes room, you felt the satin sheets of the bed you shared with your lovers, and-
You whined.
Your palm stung like no other
You felt Lilith caress your face and coo at you.
"You poor thing. Luci honey help our darling sit up help so they can eat."
You felt Lucifer pick you up slightly, the man getting ever so slightly on his tippy toes as Lilith put Lucifers giant fluffy duck pillow behind your back.
"How are you feeling, love?" Lucifer asked you as Lilith picked up your meal. "Very lightheaded."
"Don't worry." Lilith said, scooping up a fork of noodles and putting it in front of your mouth, "this might help." You gladly accepted the warm noodles in your mouth.
As Lilith fed you, you saw Lucifer give an odd look to Lilith. "Fine. Go ahead."
You made eye contact with your angelic lover.
"How did your injury happen? Did someone do this to you, love?" Lucifer asked you with a look of revenge.
You looked to the side thinking back, as you saw Lilith on the corner of your eye with an even more murderous look than Lucifer.
"Uhm... Well, I was at the park on the monkey bars, I moved to one bar and I suddenly felt a terrible sting."
You looked back at your hand, hissing for a second.
"I think someone put razors on the monkey bars..."
You looked back at your lovers, and although they never showed it to you, you swore you saw much more demonic forms on them for a split second.
You felt Lilith bring your head to her chest as well as Lucifer hugging you from the side.
"It's ok darling, we will make sure that that person gets taught a lesson, don't you worry." Lilith told you rubbing your back, Lucifer doing the same.
Her and Lucifer gave you a kiss on ether one of your cheeks.
"I love you guys." You told the two beautiful blondes.
