Fuck you (not) (an applemedia fanfic)

📻radio demon📻

I walk into the kitchen, preparing for breakfast as I always do.
Niffty joining me, as she watches me cook.
"Sir! Can I have coffeee!"
"Absolutely not, do you remember what happened last time?"
"...no."
"Mm. You were bouncing off the walls. Literally. You can have some orange juice?"
She gasps. "Yeah!"

I set down my spatula, pulling out a cup for her as I make my way to the fridge.
Vox walks in, dressed and ready for the day.
"Lucifer has a fever, won't move, says his quote, tummy hurts."
"His..tummy..?"
"Yes. And that is our king. His tummy hurts."
I chuckle a bit. "Did you ask if he still wanted breakfast?"
"He said no, and that he wouldn't move for a thousand years."
"Oh, so he's chosen dramatics?"
"Entirely, although he really did seem to be pretty sick, I can go pick up some sort of medicine for him?"
"Hm. That's probably best, do you want coffee?"
"Uhhh, yeah, could you brew me some for when I get back?"
"You got it,"
"Thanks," he walks out as I pour orange juice into the cup for Niffty, handing it to her.
"Thank you!"
She chugs some of it, but quickly puts on the ground to chase a bug.
I pick it up and set it on the counter where she can reach it.

"Morning al! Morning nifft!!" Charlie greets us, sitting down at the table.
"Good morning charlotte."
"Morning charlie!"
I set down a plate, giving her some eggs and bacon.
"Yumm! Thanks!" She takes a bite. "Wheres my dad?"
"He's not feeling well, vox said he had a fever."
"He can get sick? That's a new development, I thought angels couldn't get sick."
"To be fair he's not technically an angel anymore."
"He's still got angel blood though, isn't that what stops them from getting sick?"
"Not quite. It's actually just heaven magic. The blood just help you heal quickly."
"That seems dumb."
"It is entirely."

Niffty runs around me, "bug! Bug! Bug!"
Chasing the little thing.
"Well, on that note, is vox with him?"
"No he went to get some medicine."
"So my dads up there alone?"
"Dear, he probably prefers it, he needs rest,"
"I guess."
"He'll be fine in no time, I'm sure it's just a little fever,"
"Yeah, but maybe I shoul-"
"No, sit and eat your breakfast."
She huffs, picking her fork back up.
I pour her some coffee, setting her mug on the table in front of her.

The next sinner to walk in being adam, eugh.
I say eugh when he's actually doing better.
"Morning yall!" He sits down.
"Good morning adam," charlie says.
I set down a plate for him before picking up niffty and setting her down in a chair. "No more bugs, breakfast time."
"Awhhh!"
I make her a plate aswell, and hand her, her orange juice.
"Thank you sir."
"Mhm."