Fuck you (not) (an applemedia fanfic)

📺Tv-man📺

"I mean seriously - you kind of did it to yourself! Why would you keep something like that from us!!"
Al sits on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands.
"How the hell am I supposed to tell people that I have no escape and will be killed."
"Lucifer owns hell. I'm going to garuntee he's somewhere trying to figure this out."

-𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫-

"I'm going to tear her to shreds and burn her miserable body to ashes!!!"
"Lucifer, I do recommend you just calm down, I'm sure theres something I can do to retrieve this fellows soul from her possession, she is only a sinner," sera says.
"I can't calm down! He's important to me! He's important to people I love! I need him and she's bound to kill him the moment she realizes he's not sabotaging Charlie!"
"Lucifer..sit down. Let me consult with the lord and see what it is I can do."
"He's never on my side.."

...

I sit down at my desk, finishing some files I started last night.
My arm dinging.
As I look down at the little screen on my arm I see the notification from candy crush, a play reminder.
He's been gone long enough for a play reminder.
Fucking hell.
I'm going to go to his castle and drag him back if he doesn't answer my texts.
Als locked himself in his radio tower and Lilith should be showing up tomorrow morning.
Which is driving us all apart.
Clearly working together is none of our things because seriously, I've never blown someones phone up so much for zero response.
Not even opened.
What the hell is he doing?

I finish work and stand, stretching as I feel my phone ring.
I sigh before pulling it out of my pocket and answering the facetime.

"Vox-! Hey! You busy?"
"I suppose not, vel, what can I do for you?"
"Well I was going to stop by and grab a few things to take back to dets but I checked the cams and vals there, would you pretty please get them for me??"
"What's the issue now? I know you both fight but you never avoid him. No matter how fucking annoying he gets."
"It's called evolving, something I'd hope you'd know about." She rolls her eyes. "Dets thinks I need to eliminate some of the more stressful things in my life that aren't necessary. And val is one of them."
"So things ARE getting serious with her?"
"Maybe. Shut up."
"Alright fine, text me the items you need?"
"Thanks, kisses, byeee!"
The call ends as I head up to my apartment.

I read the message as I make my way to her room.

• 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫.
• 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄!!
• 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬💋

I sigh, looking through her closet for the sweater.
What the hell is a steamer? It's for her hair so I'm going to assume its at her vanity somewhere.
I grab the sweater and walk to her vanity, looking where her hair products are, everythings labeled, good.
Found it.

Now where does one store a ring light?

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"So, you've basically moved in with this girl?" I ask, looking around.
"Well I mean no. She's just letting me crash because Val is not going to leave our apartment without a fight."
"Mhm. And you know how bad that is reputation wise."
"I know. Seriously I miss home. I don't even care anymore about the kind of attention it'd draw. We're more powerful together anyways. He's only got that disgusting love potion shit for real."
"Yeah well we've got more than enough reputation scarring things to worry about. Vals up there but..you're dating carmilla carmines daughter and I'm dating the radio demon and king of fucking hell."
"Yeah. Thats still crazy." She takes a selfie, typing before she sits down.
"Does being famous even matter to you anymore?"
She looks up. "Well it's always important. It's who I am, but I also don't care."
"Yeah..do something for so long it starts to get..."
"Depressing. Yeah..All the other overlords hate us and we still haven't gotten what we set out to achieve." She finishes.
I sit with her.
"I mean..I guess. I don't think I want to rule over hell anymore."
"Me either."

Her head rests on my shoulder.
"You remember when we first met?"
"In that tacky bar?"
She laughs a bit. "Don't dis the tacky tavern."
We both laugh a bit.

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