Fuck you (not) (an applemedia fanfic)

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I sit down, lucifer pouting as he eats the rest of his dinner.
Al made him eat.
He's been trying to avoid food more recently.
Makes me wonder if there's something going on that he's not telling us.
Als watching us silently.

"So tomorrow is Saturday, you guys have any plans?"
"Sleeping in." Lucifer mumbles.
"Not a thing." Al sits down with us.
Lucifer yawns, setting down his fork.
"I'm sleepy."
"Have two more bites atleast." Al says.
"But I'm not hungryyyy.."
He rests his head on the table, fiddling with his fork.
"One more?" I offer.
He frowns and picks up his fork.
Shoving one more bite into his mouth, he gets up and takes his bowl to the counter.
Al gets up and follows him. pulling him up by his waist, he sets him on the counter.
"What are you doing-"
"Talk to me."
"What..?"
"Did you think I wouldn't notice? You're avoiding eating at all costs. Talk to me."
Al leans in closer to him, keeping his eyes on him.

I get up and stand next to him, looking at Lucifer.
"You know we're here for you, despite the..eh..demanding way Al takes.."
"I just want to know what's wrong."
"Well...take a breath..." I put a hand on his shoulder.
He takes a step back and I stand infront of Lucifer, wrapping my arms around his waist.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothings wrong."
"Hun." I reach up and cup his cheek. "Come on..you're hurting yourself.."
He hugs me, his legs wrapping around my waist.
"I don't know."
"What don't you know, baby?"
"I just don't feel like eating."
"Mm. Elaborate a bit?"
I pick him up off the counter, his head resting on my shoulder. "I don't know.."
"Well..you know sometimes we just have to fight those feelings, hun. Even if we really really don't want to."
He sits up and looks at me as I set him back down on the counter.

He turns back and picks up his bowl, taking a bite of the food.
I give him a light smile.
"Thank you."
Al leans against the counter beside us.
"I don't see how that was any more effective than my method."
"It's not about being more effective, it's about being trusted. You can't just beat answers out of everyone and or thing."
"I don't beat per say."
"No, you beat. Never once for either of us but you're still incredibly aggressive." I explain. "I think that's just who you are, and we both love you so. You can be aggressive all you want."
He glares at me.

Someones grumpy.

Lucifer sets his empty bowl down beside him, pulling me back toward him to leech onto me.
"Oh-"
His legs wrap back around my waist.
"Is it bedtime.."
"I think it is, definitely," I hold him, looking over at Al.
"I call one of the sides. You guys are sleep smotherers."
"Is that even a thing?" Lucifer asks.
"I'm not sure..did anyone ever find adam?"
"Nope."
"Wasn't even looking."

We walk up the stairs to our suite.

                                          ...

I'm layed up against the headboard, Lucifer laying in my lap, Al laying on his back on the opposite side of the bed.
Using my arm-screen to work on some blueprints for a project.
The holograph floating above my forearm.
"Vox.."
"What's the matter?"
"I can't sleep."
"Oh? Yeah me neither." I respond, tapping on some things.
"What are you doing?"
"Oh nothing."
I turn off my holograph and look down at him.
"Have you gotten any rest at all?"
"No.." he mumbles.
I run my fingers through his hair.
"I'm sorry, my love."
"Mm..."
He falls asleep.

(I KNOW THIS ISNT MUCH BUT IM STILL SICK! IM GETTING BETTER!)