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Is Virgil doing ok?

Virgil: *hyper-focused on the new tank for his new best friend Varian*

Lucifer: Aww it’s so cute! He’s so fascinated by the shark!

Vox: That’s my boy! And now *reveals the shark costume he has for his boy* I can’t wait for him to try this on!

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Virgil’s First Best Friend

Vox: *coming in with a small tank of water with something in it*

Lucifer: *holding Virgil* Vox, what’s this?

Vox: Good News! My pet shark, Vark, had puppies!

Lucifer: Puppies?

Vox: Yeah! Baby sharks! And I thought it’s be a good idea for Virgil to have his own puppy!

Lucifer: Uh…what? It’s—

Virgil: *eyes sparkle with intrigue and he immediately reaches for the tank*

Vox: *smirks proudly*

Lucifer: *rolls eyes* Fine, he can keep the shark.

Vox: Yes! Virgil! Meet your new best friend! Varian!

Virgil: *claps his hands excitedly*

Lucifer: Wow. I’ve never seen Virgil so happy before.

Vox: *puts the tank on the table* Now Varian has to stay in the water until I can create some digital enhancements to allow him to breathe on the land like his father. But with Virgil so young that’s perfectly fine!

Lucifer: Well Virgil, hope you don’t mind looking at your friend through glass for a while

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By nonverbal I mean not making any noise and I will guess that he’s hiding under blankets in a safe space

Vox: *immediately pulling up his monitors, scanning security footage* How the hell—how did he get down?! He can’t even walk!

The cameras show a tiny, heartbreaking sight—Virgil, crawling silently out of the room, head down, body language screaming sadness.

Lucifer: *watching the footage* ...He heard us. He must have understood everything we were saying about him.

Vox: *staring at the screen in stunned silence, guilt creeping into his circuits*

The camera feed shows Virgil reaching his room, crawling into the corner, making himself small. He doesn’t move. He just... sits there.

Lucifer: ...He’s hiding.

Vox: *finally, barely above a whisper* ...We fucked up.

And then, without another word, both Vox and Lucifer stand, moving toward the hallway.

Virgil remains curled up in the corner, tiny sparks of blue electricity flickering around his fingers as his emotions swirl inside him. He keeps hearing their words over and over again.

"Might have the same level of enjoyment as an 80-year-old slug..."

"Holy shit, our son is boring..."

He doesn’t cry. He doesn’t wail. But the hurt is there, sinking deep into his tiny chest.

The door to his room suddenly opens with a whoosh, and a shadow falls over him. But he doesn’t move. He just stays curled up, facing the wall.

Vox: *softly* Virgil?

No answer. Just the quiet hum of his electricity crackling faintly against the cold floor.

Lucifer is right behind Vox, his usual confident stride slower, more measured. He exhales through his nose, eyes softening when he sees the way Virgil is curled up so tightly, like he’s trying to disappear.

They step further into the room, but Virgil doesn’t move. Doesn’t look up. His tiny shoulders are trembling slightly.

Lucifer: *softly, kneeling beside him* Virgil, my boy... talk to us.

Nothing. Just the dim glow of his electricity against the darkened wall.

Vox kneels down too, his usual smugness gone. His circuits hum slightly with tension—he doesn’t do feelings like this. He does control. He does fixing things. But how do you fix this?

Vox: *voice uncharacteristically quiet* Look... we were being idiots. We were running our mouths without thinking, and we didn’t mean it the way you took it.

Virgil’s tiny fingers twitch, but he stays curled up.

Lucifer: *scoffing softly, shaking his head* No. We did mean it. We just didn’t realize how cruel it sounded.

That makes Virgil flinch. His sparks crackle a little louder.

Vox: *gritting his teeth* ...Okay, yeah. We were assholes. But Virgil, listen to me—

He reaches out, and the moment his fingers brush against Virgil’s tiny arm, the baby pushes him away.

It’s a weak little shove—it doesn’t actually move Vox—but it’s the intent behind it that makes Vox freeze.

Virgil is mad.

His little face is scrunched up, his bottom lip wobbling just slightly. Electricity crackles a little sharper around him, but it’s not wild. It’s controlled. Just like everything Virgil does. His baby blue eyes finally meet Vox’s, and there’s no mistaking the anger there.

Virgil: *stares hard at him, then at Lucifer, his tiny body rigid with frustration*

Lucifer:...Right. We deserved that.

Vox: *still frozen, his chest feeling weirdly tight* We... really fucked up.

Lucifer exhales slowly before shifting forward, reaching out again—this time slower, more deliberate.

Lucifer: *softly* Virgil. Come here, little one.

Virgil glares at him. Actually glares.

Then, much to their horror, he starts crawling away from them.

Vox: *eyes widening* Virgil—wait—!"

Without thinking, Vox scoops him up, pulling him into his arms. Virgil struggles, his tiny hands pushing against Vox’s chest, his little sparks zapping harmlessly against his suit.

Lucifer quickly leans in, pressing a kiss to the top of Virgil’s blonde and blue hair.

Lucifer: *softly, against his head* No. You don’t get to run away. Not from us.

Virgil still squirms, but his movements are weaker now. His little breaths are coming faster, like he’s overwhelmed. His sparks flicker erratically.

Vox: You matter to us, Virgil. We were stupid. We never should have said what we did. You’re not boring. You’re not some lifeless slug. You’re... you’re you. And you’re incredible.

Virgil’s tiny fingers twitch against Vox’s tie. He looks up at them, his blue eyes still wet with unshed tears.

Virgil: *makes a tiny, frustrated noise, then buries his face into Vox’s chest*

Lucifer: *softly chuckles, relieved* That’s right, little guy. We’re sorry.

Vox sighs, closing his eyes for a second, pressing a kiss to Virgil’s forehead before pulling him closer, protectively cradling him in his arms.

Vox: We’ll do better. We promise.

Virgil lets out a tiny breath against Vox’s shirt, his sparks finally calming.

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Vox, Lucifer, those are all autism traits. Being nonverbal, extremely specific, careful.

Vox and Lucifer: *look at each other before proclaiming* He’s a Month old!

Vox: Babies don’t talk at a month old! He may look like a six month old, and no matter how gifted our boy is, he’s still a baby.

Lucifer: Yeah! Virgil fine! Isn’t that right— *immediately notices Virgil is gone* Vox…where the baby?

Vox: *looks over and all alarms immediately start going off* MY BABY!!! WHERE’S MY BABY?!

Lucifer: He couldn’t have gotten far! Let’s look around!

The two immediately start flipping over things to look for their son.

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* gives Virgil a figit toy and plushie* sorry for the trouble I caused you Virgil.

Virgil: *looks at the new items and begins to start crying, but doesn’t wanna make any noise so he starts to hiccup instead*

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* plays Star Wars soundtrack *

Vox: Okay who the hell keeps switching the damn music?! *goes over to turn off the music before it makes Virgil cry*

Meanwhile, without making a sound, he carefully shifts his weight and slides off the high-tech baby seat. He begins crawling—slowly, quietly—away from his dads. No one notices.

Virgil’s little hands and knees press against the smooth floor as he makes his way down the hallway, his tiny body trembling slightly. He doesn’t cry. He doesn’t make a noise. He just keeps moving, a familiar ache settling into his chest.

This feeling. He remembers this feeling.

Alone.

Unwanted.

Not good enough.

By the time he reaches his dimly lit bedroom, his tiny fingers curl against the floor as he drags himself into the furthest corner of the room, pressing himself against the wall. He tucks his knees up, making himself small, burying his face into them.

This is what he used to do. Back when he had no one. When he was just an unwanted mind trapped in a cold, lifeless world. No warmth. No love. Just silence and empty space.

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I mean at least he’s getting the hang of his powers, especially this young.

Vox: Yeah, I’ll give him that. The kid’s got control. Most babies can’t even hold their own heads up at six months, and meanwhile, our son is already manipulating electrical currents like it’s second nature.

Lucifer: He’s our child, after all. He might have the same level of enjoyment as an 80 year old slug, but he’s smart.

Virgil: *has been hearing/understanding everything his dads are saying about him and feels bad*

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Have you noticed any other interesting quirks about your son?

Vox: *sighs, rubbing his screen-temples* Oh, you mean besides the fact that he finds ‘Microsoft Word 1989’ more engaging than literal demonic hellfire? Yeah, there are a few quirks.

Lucifer: *leaning back, smirking slightly* Our son is... peculiar. A genius? Not really sure. But definitely peculiar.

1. He hates chaos.

Lucifer: *gesturing dramatically* You’d think, being our child, he’d thrive in chaos. But no—he despises it. He actually prefers things to be orderly and structured. You so much as move his toys out of place? He zaps you."

Vox: *nodding* Yeah, I learned that the hard way. I tried to give him a stuffed bear, and when I put it next to him out of alignment with his other toys, he glared at me and shocked my wrist…My son has standards already.

2. He has zero reaction to horror or violence.

Vox: *scoffing* So get this: we thought maybe he’d enjoy something classic. Something thrilling, dark, edgy. So I played one of my personal favorites—The ‘Exorcist.’ You know, a masterpiece of horror.

Lucifer: *grinning* And do you know what he did?

Vox: *deadpan* Nothing. He just blinked at the screen, completely unfazed. Meanwhile, I played a video of an accountant doing tax calculations, and the kid lit up like I’d just given him a lifetime supply of pacifiers.

Lucifer: *nodding solemnly* It’s true. He looked at the demon-possessed girl once and then went back to watching a ‘step-by-step tutorial on itemized deductions.’

3. He has a ridiculously specific comfort zone.

Vox: *pinching the bridge of his brows* Virgil is extremely particular about where he naps. If it’s too soft, he won’t sleep. If it’s too warm, he fusses. He won’t fall asleep unless he’s in a perfectly balanced room at exactly 69 degrees, with a white noise machine set to ‘low hum.’

Lucifer: *grinning* And let’s not forget the worst part: he refuses to sleep unless the room smells like old books.

Vox: I time I read to him in the library. Now he associates the smell with sleep. So now I have to keep actual dusty old books near his crib just so he’ll settle down. I tried faking it with scented air diffusers, but he knew.

4. He’s terrifyingly good at judging people.

Lucifer: *grinning wickedly* This one’s my favorite. Virgil has an uncanny ability to determine whether or not someone is full of shit. You put him in a room with someone, and if he doesn’t like them? He just stares at them in silence. Doesn’t cry. Doesn’t fuss. Just stares.

Vox: *nodding in agreement* It’s deeply unsettling. I tested it out by introducing him to a few people I don’t trust, and sure enough—he just glared at them. Didn’t even blink. The room got so uncomfortable, even I felt awkward.

5. He’s... suspiciously quiet.

Vox: *crossing his arms* This kid doesn’t babble. Doesn’t coo like other babies. If he needs something, he’ll make a noise, sure, but most of the time? Total silence.

Lucifer: *nodding* He just watches. Observes. It’s unsettling, really.

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* plays wicked soundtrack on Vox’s computer *

Vox and Lucifer hear the blasting intro to “No one mourns the wicked” and Virgil immediately starts crying. His powers zaps the computer to make the noise stop, only to make a video play on V-Tube.

Virgil: *stops crying when he hears the “familiar” voice and immediately is quiet, content.

Vox and Lucifer: *watch with horror* Holy shit our son is boring…

**this was a video Virgil remembers from his past life watching frequently because it was one of the few videos he owned

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Maybe he’s growing up fast?

Vox: No! He’s growing at the projected rate! *shows chart 📈 * Virgil is exactly where he should be at 6 months old!

Lucifer: Uh…babe? It’s February 1st. He’s not 6 months old.

Vox: *eyes widen and sees how much bigger than he should at — does quick math in his head— 1 months 7 days old*

Lucifer: *looks at Virgil* Yeah…he’ll slow down his aging soon…Charlie had a massive growth spurt after she was born but then settled down after her first six months. Angel usually grow extremely fast.

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Have you guys thought of giving Virgil a play set that would keep him from being in danger?

Vox: Yes and it seems our little Virgil here is an escape artist…

Lucifer: Yeah even angelic restrictions don’t seem to faze him. It’s strange I don’t even think he likes to be babied either. Or…anything fun.

Vox: Yeah I’ve also noticed that too. I mean he’s curious but anytime we try to play with him, he’s not interested.

Virgil: *staring longingly at the books on the shelves — the ones with a bunch of Vox’s tech manuals*

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Hello Vox and Lucifer, how’s virgile and where is Lucifer now in his pregnancy?

Lucifer: Hello! It’s been good. Nothing too stressful. Virgil has been a very good boy! *making Virgil wear a duckie costume*

Virgil: *crawling around and attempting to climb up on chairs*

Vox: *comes out of his room, looking exhausted before he sees Virgil climbing onto a chair and trying to climb onto the countertop* VIRGY!!! *rushes over and scoops the boy in his hands* What were you doing?! *looks at Lucifer* You weren’t watching him?!

Lucifer: I was! He’s just a quick baby!

Vox: You’re literally the devil and you’re telling me he was too fast for you?!

Lucifer: He’s fine! He’s been climbing on things all day. And if he was in any real danger, I’d know it.

Vox: *literally glitching out in frustration*

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*hands Vel a plushie* will you do the honors of joining me on this quest to make Valatino's life miserable till he stops being an asshole?

Or goes away?

Velvette: No. he’s still my business partner.

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* sets fire on Val’s closet*

Valentino: *starting in horror*

Velvette: If they hadn’t, I would have.

Valentino: Why?!

Velvette: For ripping apart my best model you dickhead.

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Art by @lucifer-imaginaryfriend

Lucifer: *squeal*!!! Oh he is sooo adorable!!!

Vox: Isn’t he though?

Virgil: *doesn’t get it*

Virgil’s outfit is based on this ⬆️

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After the last ask i got curious about how moths react to spiders in reality and "Moth’s disguise is so good, spiders love it instead of eating it". That explains a lot.

Bunny: I had to check this for myself and found this interesting tidbit:

Metalmark moths: Have wing markings that resemble the eyes of jumping spiders, one of their predators. They also have stripes on their wings that look like the first pair of legs of jumping spiders. When jumping spiders see the moths, they perform territorial displays instead of attacking, indicating that they mistake the moths for other jumping spiders.

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* dumps spiders onto Val while he’s not looking*

Bunny: He has Angel Dust…spiders don’t scare him lol