I just love this scenario I'm sorry I keep rewriting it but it's so fun
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Charlie wasn't surprised to find herself wandering the halls of the hotel in the middle of the night. She had a question for her dad, and if she knew anything about him, it was that he had a knack for staying up until the early hours of the morning.
As she approached Lucifer's room, she hesitated for a second before knocking. When she got no response, she carefully pushed the door open, peeking inside.
What she saw nearly made her drop her mug of hot cocoa.
Lucifer and Alastor were curled up together on the bed, half-asleep, tangled in each other's limbs like it was the most natural thing in the world. Lucifer was draped over Alastor, his face nuzzled into the tuft of fur on Alastor's chest, while Alastor's arms loosely rested around his waist.
Charlie blinked.
Then blinked again.
Then, Lucifer's eyes lazily fluttered open, and upon seeing his daughter standing there, he gave her a groggy smile.
"Ah, pumpkin," he said, voice thick with sleep. "What are you doing up?"
"I could ask you the same thing," Charlie shot back before gesturing to the two of them. "Uh, this—what's going on here?"
Lucifer sighed, running a hand through his hair as he slowly sat up, though Alastor remained half-draped over him, clearly not quite awake. "Alright, alright, I suppose you caught us," he admitted. "We've been dating for about two weeks now."
Charlie's eyes widened. "Two weeks?! Dad, why didn't you tell me?"
Lucifer looked sheepish. "Because," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm still legally married to Lilith, and it felt... I don't know, wrong? Even though neither of us has seen or heard from her in eight years."
Charlie just gave him a flat look. "That's stupid."
Alastor chuckled sleepily. "That is rather stupid."
Lucifer pouted. "I thought it was reasonable."
Charlie crossed her arms. "Well, it's not. And also? I'm really happy for you guys."
Lucifer's expression softened, and Alastor hummed in amusement, tightening his hold around Lucifer slightly. "Well, that's good to hear."
Charlie smiled before backing away. "Alright, I'll leave you guys to your... cuddles or whatever."
As soon as she was downstairs, she wasted no time spilling everything to Husk and Vaggie.
A few minutes later, Angel walked in, stretching with a yawn. "What's goin' on?"
Charlie grinned. "Oh, you're gonna love this. My dad and Alastor are dating."
Angel blinked. Then laughed. "Yeah, right."
"I'm serious!" Charlie insisted. "I can prove it, but we have to be really quiet. Alastor's a light sleeper."
Curious, Angel followed Charlie up the stairs, Husk trailing behind just for the show. They crept towards Lucifer's door, which was still slightly ajar. Charlie carefully pushed it open just a crack, revealing the scene inside.
Lucifer had apparently shifted in his sleep because now he was completely sprawled on top of Alastor, who was lying on his back. Lucifer's face was buried in the fluffy tuft of fur on Alastor's chest, breathing softly.
Angel stared.
Then squinted.
Then turned to Charlie, whispering, "Wait... is he furry?"
Charlie gave him an exasperated look. "Yes?? How have you never noticed?"
Angel looked back at Alastor, quietly edging closer, tilting his head. "Huh. He's like a deer teddy bear."
Charlie rolled her eyes. "Angel, if you wake him up, you're gonna—"
Before she could finish, Alastor's eyes snapped wide open.
Angel screamed.
Alastor sighed deeply. "Get. Out."
Angel didn't need to be told twice—he scrambled back towards the door, but Alastor, now fully awake, was trying to untangle himself from Lucifer, who only groaned and clung tighter.
"Just a little longer..." Lucifer murmured sleepily.
Alastor huffed. "Lucifer, I need to pee. I will come back, I promise."
Lucifer let out a sleepy whine, but eventually, Alastor managed to slip out of his grasp. He pushed past Angel, wearing only a very low pair of worn pajama pants that barely clung to his hips.
Angel, still processing everything, stared. "So, uh... you do have fur?"
Alastor groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Yes, Angel, I have fur. I'm a deer demon. Deers have fur. Much like spiders." He narrowed his eyes. "And if you even think of trying to see if anything else has fur while I'm urinating, I will kill you."
Angel's mouth hung open as Alastor walked into the bathroom.
A few moments later, Alastor reemerged, ignoring Angel's dumbstruck stare as he walked back to the bed. Lucifer, now half-awake, blinked up at him lazily.
Angel, still standing there, hesitated before asking, "Okay, but like... is it furry?"
Lucifer snorted. "No, it's not."
Angel raised a brow. "How do you know?"
Before Lucifer could respond, Alastor, who had been standing by the door, turned and gave Angel a deadpan look. "Believe it or not, Angel, people have sex with their partners, and not just any crackwhore on the street for ten dollars."
Then, without another word, he slammed the door in Angel's face.
There was a beat of silence.
Then, Husk, who had been peeking out from his own doorway across the hall, chuckled. "Burn."
Angel turned, still slack-jawed, and snapped, "Shut the fuck up!" before storming off to bed.
Charlie and Husk exchanged amused glances before heading back to their rooms.
And in Lucifer's room, he and Alastor finally settled back into their previous position, Lucifer curling into him with a satisfied hum.
"Did you have to do that to him?" Lucifer asked drowsily.
Alastor smirked. "Of course. It was fun."
Lucifer chuckled, closing his eyes again. "You're so mean."
Alastor only hummed, pulling him closer. "You love it."
