Ava, A Different Radioapple Fanfiction- CONTINUATION

Family

Alastor climbed the stairs, his footsteps measured but his mind racing. As he reached the master bedroom, he found Lucifer sitting up in bed, his hair a mess and his eyes half-lidded, clearly suffering the aftermath of too many pot brownies. The dim light of the bedside lamp cast a faint glow over him as he looked up, squinting at Alastor.

Lucifer immediately frowned. "What happened?" he asked, his voice groggy but tinged with concern. "You're tense. I can feel it."

Alastor hesitated for a moment, then sighed and crossed the room, shutting the door behind him. "Your father called."

Lucifer blinked in surprise. "My father? Dad called?" He furrowed his brow. "Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Well," Alastor began, adjusting his cuffs out of habit, "curiosity got the better of me, and I answered. I thought I'd tell you in the morning, but—"

Lucifer cut him off with a soft laugh. "You answered? Oh, this I have to hear. How'd it go? Was he... awful?"

"Actually, no," Alastor admitted, sitting on the edge of the bed. "He was polite. Rather understanding, even. He asked about you, and the girls. Seemed genuinely happy to hear that you're doing well. He even called me his son-in-law, and, He even called me a 'decent fellow.'"

Lucifer's eyebrows shot up. "Really?" He sounded both shocked and skeptical. "Dad said that? To you?"

Alastor chuckled dryly. "I was surprised, too. It was going quite well, actually—until the end." His tone darkened slightly as he added, "He mentioned how glad he was that you've made a good life for yourself, and then... he said he's happy you've 'learned from your mistake.'"

Lucifer's face fell. "Ah," he said quietly, his voice subdued.

"I nearly lost my temper," Alastor admitted, his voice tight. "I wanted to tell him off for even implying that you deserved any of what happened to you. But I held my tongue. I didn't want to ruin what had otherwise been a civil conversation. For your sake."

Lucifer gave him a tired but grateful smile. "Thank you," he said softly. "I know that must've been hard for you, hearing him say something like that. Honestly, I'm just... amazed he was nice to you at all. And grateful, too."

Alastor's gaze softened. "You're worth it, darling," he said simply.

Lucifer reached out, taking Alastor's hand in his. "I'm glad you kept your cool," he said. "But also? If you'd gone off on him, I wouldn't have blamed you. Not one bit. You've always had my back."

Alastor smiled faintly, brushing his thumb over Lucifer's knuckles.

"Now," Lucifer continued, yawning and sinking back into the pillows, "come cuddle. I'm so tired, and your jazz-humming magic is exactly what I need right now."

Alastor chuckled, kicking off his slippers and sliding into bed. As soon as he was settled, Lucifer shifted, resting his head on Alastor's chest with a contented sigh.

Alastor wrapped an arm around him, his fingers slipping into Lucifer's hair and combing through the soft strands. He began humming a gentle, soothing jazz melody, the low vibrations of his voice rumbling against Lucifer's cheek.

Within moments, Lucifer's breathing had evened out, and Alastor's gaze softened as he looked down at his husband.

"I love you," he whispered, placing a light kiss on Lucifer's head before resting his own back against the pillows.

The room fell into a peaceful silence, broken only by the faint hum of Alastor's melody as he held Lucifer close.

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