#cg! sandman lucifer

[littledollll]

Hii! Could I request something with Lucifer? Just really need comfort:>

Ok, so, could you please make something where Lucifer finds R wandering around hell, looking scared, and they pick r up, and takes care of them? -🪩

Company

Lucifer Morningstar x little!shy!reader

A/n: took me a little while to finish, I hope you enjoy<3 happy New Year’s Eve everyone🎉

Warnings: none

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It wasn’t every day that a child would be seen wandering the dark paths of hell all alone, or at all. It was too dangerous for that, the demons often get bored or blood thirsty.

“And what might you be doing wandering these parts, little one?” A smooth, almost sweet voice calmed every part of you. Your heart seemed to suddenly and finally settle. And you couldn’t understand why.

You heard them practically comand away every being around you. You hadn’t even noticed the amount of them near you. It was scary how they could lurk in the shadows and go unnoticed.

You turned to see a tall figure looming over your stature. They looked intimidating but had a soft, welcoming smile on their lips.

“I.. I’m-“

“Were these demons pestering you? I apologize for them, sweet. They don’t know how to treat guests properly. Not to worry, they won’t bother you again.”

Not knowing quite how to respond to their light scolding, you shyly looked down, to your hands, fidgeting anxiously.

“Oh it’s alright, small one.. I’m Lucifer.” They introduced themselves with a charming tone and held a hand out for you. “Perhaps I could accompany you to a much safer place?”

Lucifer lowered to your level, making them look a little less intimidating. “You are far too little to be out here all alone, sweet angel.”

They smiled brightly as you reached for their hand, but instead of holding your own they picked you up into their arms, making you gasp in surprise. They chuckled.

“Indeed a very small one.. I wonder what brings you here.” They spoke to themselves more than you once they noticed they weren’t getting much information from you.

You laid your head on their shoulder as they walked. It was odd, you felt like you could trust them blindly, yet it didn’t feel all that blind. This wasn’t a random mysterious being, to you, at least.

You couldn’t even feel the steps they took, as if the ground beneath them was much softer than you remember. Or as if they were weightless against it.

“Well, little one… it seems you’re keeping me company for the time being, until we find out where you came from, hm? Don’t worry. We’ll keep you safe.”

“..we?” you spoke so quietly Lucifer almost missed it.

“You can speak!” A smile was clear in their voice. “Are you shy?..” you nodded.

“That's okay, there’s nothing wrong with being a little shy. However, a little inside as to where you’re from would be helpful.” They stated, sounding more like a question.

You shook your head, giggling as you laid your head on their shoulder again. Lucifer sighed.

“I can’t help but feel as if this is intentional. Am I perhaps welcoming a trap disguised by a child into my home?” Again, you shook your head.

“You wouldn’t tell me if I was anyways.” They said, amused.

It’s not much of a concern for Lucifer. There are very few who would dare try to mess with them in any sort of way, and even fewer that pose any sort of danger to them.

“You asked who’s ‘we’… I have a very close friend, who often helps me with all types of tasks. See I’m good at many things, but I don’t think I’d be very good at taking care of a little one such as yourself.”

“is okay..” you mumbled, and Lucifer chuckled at that. It sounded like you were trying to reassure or even comfort them over it. But wasn’t it their job to take care of you?

“I know you won’t be any trouble.” They hoped, really.

“no no trouble!” Your said in more of a cheery voice, and Lucifer nodded along.

“You know.. you’re good company, little one.”

The world around them seemed to have light up. The shadows that seemed to lurk and follow you disappeared. The heavy fog that made your bones chill with a fear of the unknown. It all faded away as the kind Devil welcomed you into their home, as if you were one of their own.

[nifftydeary]

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[yourgamemasterthewhiterabbit]

All that said I think it'd be cool to do a live action thing with another plane of existence involved where they just use traditional animation for it, instead of CG...

Like heaven and hell are animated, and when there's an unsettling interaction between what doesn't belong in concrete reality and that reality you get this surreal 'Cool world'/'who framed roger rabbit' except not 'toony' vibe that comes out of nowhere and is visually discordant...

The animation is so clean and consistent and not 'toony' and played straight and serious that the suspension of disbelief holds within those scenes [some of the more realistic but still cell shaded anime maybe, something with Hellsing vibes], the live action is usually so normal visually, that when the two occasionally interact it really gives you an appropriately unsettled and out of place feeling.

And you could play with it too, like subtle animated overlays that you aren't always sure are animated or sure you saw. Stark lighting choices at least often enough, that brush up against cell shading.

Things that obviously clash and things that walk such a line between the two using some rotoscoping techniques that you aren't sure which you have been looking at all along.

Play with the fact that flat dark colours can be really ambiguous between the two mediums. Set up twists using the unique medium and visual ambiguity.

Many characters have a form they take in each plane that's appropriate to live action or to traditional animation, that may or may not be wildly different between the two.

You have your voice actors aligned to the live action ones already but you can add additional voice acting choices to the animated portions without it being obviously out of place, because it's animated.

It very much NEEDS to be a "our world plus something supernatural" kind of world that involves distinct planes/dimensions/realms/realities... I don't think something like x-files quite cuts it because aliens are too science and there's a lack of defined other places to visit involved [though aliens AND the supernatural could work in the right balance and with a similar ambiguity, it would just have to be more supernatural vs alien ambiguity and less aliens vs our own government ambiguity, because the aliens would be part of our plane not the other ones (or would they)]. Gargoyles wouldn't be a great fit because the Gargoyles -should- feel like they are a part of 'our' reality. Something like Supernatural meets Sandman would be pretty ideal. DC-verse could work.

Like Mary Poppins but make it serious and gothic instead of a flight of colourful fancy, involving modern techniques and crispiness, but taking advantage of rediscovering that yellow light alternative to green screening that's 100X cleaner [originally used in Mary Poppins].

I'd really want it to have an ongoing -both episodic and over arching- mystery kind of element with a lot of conspiracy flying around, much like x-files, because that's where the playing with visual ambiguity would have the most impact and payoff.

I don't have the best property for this picked out [or invented] -yet- but many a something Neil Gaiman has written or written for would be good candidates. Greg Weisman also comes to mind, and I always wanted to see what they would come up with together. Some universe that John Constantine would feel at home in maybe.

You have an opportunity for music choices like those made for "Lucifer" except with the potential of AMV elements.

There's a story I have been working on that would have just the right vibe [even if it would possibly be too short and contained]. It's a little Neo-noir but has an element of question of whether what the MC is experiencing is supernatural or a break with reality, or both, or a case of accidental unreliable narration. I just haven't gotten that far with it [not since I lost all of it on multiple hard drive failure events].

I have a vision. DO you see the vision?

[gayamulet]

Almost finished Netflix Sandman series and here is the takeaway from someone with just about zero applicable knowledge of the source material: the aspect ratio is atrocious; the CG quagmire makes me wish, once again, that this had been created as a miniseries by some mid cable network in the late 90s; everyone, like everyone, is gay or bi; I enjoyed The Diner Sequence; let me be clear that I am watching for Gwendolyn Lucifer and KHB as Death and my goodness; the end credits look like Greatestjournal themes circa 2004 and I can appreciate that

[thenightling]

The Dodged Bullet

Warning: This is deliberately bad!

The dodged bullet:  

The following is the horrific notion of what would have happened if The CW, Fox, or Syfy adapted Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman instead of Netflix.   This is going to poke fun of common tropes of Fox and CW shows.  See if you can spot them all.

I am going to deliberately write this very, very badly.

             The generically attractive young man in his early-twenties walked toward the crime scene.  He wore a long leather jacket, designer sneakers, expensive brand-name jeans, and a stylish and perfectly fitted black polo style shirt under the jacket. It was rumpled but just so as to hint at what a great body he had under it.  He had thick, dark brown hair.  Brown eyes, a smoldering gaze and a dazzling smile.  He’s Caucasian and generically attractive.  He’s thin but not rake thin, more like sexy male model thin.   He’s got muscle tone.  

           At the moment he looked stoic, hands resting in his pockets.  He crosses the yellow crime scene tape without anyone stopping him.  No one questions his presence but he is not invisible. This is “grounded” in reality, folks.  

           The Sandman solves crimes!  The Sandman is a private investigator with a secret. He is a real Sandman!  Hidden in his jacket is a leather pouch which will probably get used maybe once or twice an episode (budgetary reasons).   And he gets confused by certain social cues and pop culture references but otherwise he’s just a generic hot guy.

           He’s probably portrayed by a Tom Mison type. He might be American. There’s an English accent but it’s so slight (so hidden by Americanisms) that it’s almost undetectable.   He approaches the pretty, ninety-pound, college age female detective with perfect, blond hair.   She looks up at him.  

           “Hey, Murphy.” She says in a friendly tone.  Yes, Murphy is his alias. She thinks he’s just eccentric and thinks he’s The Sandman but he gets results!  

           “Detective Walker.” He smiled with obvious affection. He crushes on her, pines for her. But she mustn’t ever know the truth. It is forbidden for one of his kind to be with a mortal.  Even if she is a Vortex.  And her great power may one day destroy the world…  or save it!  That’s the real reason he was here, to watch her. He had never expected to fall in love with her…

The show has almost no scenes in The Dreaming and when there are it’s about 90% CG over green screen, like the Enchanted Forest sets of Once Upon a Time, or the under-whelming Hell of Lucifer.  There’s probably a throne room with a starry night sky behind it, and an under-whelming “vast” library on par with Belle’s library in Once Upon a Time that will be shown very rarely.

           “We’ve got another one.”  She said gravely.  “Eyes torn out.  Pretty girl. Whoever this creep is- this predator must be stopped!”   The implication here is the victims are all damsels who have been targeted by an evil man targeting them for misogynistic reasons.  But don’t worry!  The show is totally not sexist!   Detective Rose Walker kicks ass!   And in season four she’ll be raising her own long-lost little brother!  Even though it’ll take her at least five seasons to learn Murphy’s secret (if she ever does).  

           “I thought the ‘me too’ movement would have at least reduced some of this.” She said with a shake of her head in disappointment at the world.

           The line of dialogue doesn’t actually really make sense under easy scrutiny.  Why would “Me too” actually make a serial killer reconsider his life choices?  Oh, well, the audience doesn’t have enough time to question it.

           “Me too?”  The adorable, awkward, pretty “Murphy” questions.

           “Boy!  Where have you been?  In a cave?”            “Actually I was trapped inside a prison cell for a hundred and five years and before that I resided in another dimension.”

           She rolls her eyes.  “Not this again.   Tell me you can at least figure something out with your ‘Dream powers’” she said cynically.   He might have been insane and socially inept but he got results!

           Morpheus knelt down next to the body and placed his hands on the corpse. There isn’t even any SFX for this. He’s just sensing something.  He grunts in a sexy portrayal of sexy CW level pain.  

           “What? What is it?”

           “I think I know who did this…”

           “Who?”

           “Corinthian…”

             (Opening credits here.  Maybe the opening riff of Enter Sandman by Metallica.  No, wait, Fox and CW can’t afford that.   It’s Mr. Sandman by the Charlottes!  It kills the mood but everyone knows the song.  You’ll be sick of it by episode five if you weren’t already.  And it will get a LOT of use since the song is cheap / practically public domain.)

           The next scene is not present day.  It’s a flashback.  And by flashback I mean a hastily put together set in Vancouver Canada.  It’s probably someone’s private stables being passed off as a medieval village.  No, wait. Its eighteenth century.  There’s a sexy other character wearing slightly anachronistic style sunglasses hiding his eyes (No CG here, the production team figures the glasses are enough).  In fact his eyes might not even be weird at all. He just likes sunglasses!  There, that’s better, no wasted money here.   He’s wearing a badly fitted white wig over white hair.  

           “My king,” the sunglassed man says with a bow. We have to be blunt for our easily distracted audience, so there’s the reminder that this is the dream king. “Thank you for letting me accompany you to the waking world.  There are such delicious things here.”

           “Yes, the food is rather pleasant.” Morpheus replies. His costume is decently fitted but obviously borrowed from another show, possibly a left over from Buffy The Vampire Slayer.  Those props and some period costumes still get use.  Isn’t Morpheus adorably oblivious, though?

           Morpheus is wearing a dark blue frock coat and lace. His trousers are exceptionally tight to show off the actor’s perfect ass.

           The Corinthian’s costume is cream colored. There was a behind the scenes fight and as small victory for the one crew member who actually read Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman in getting the cream outfit.  Others working on the show wanted the costume to be black to make it more obvious he was the bad guy.        

           An attractive, tall, black man (probably American), under the age of thirty, is behind Morpheus.   This is his loyal manservant, Lucien.  But it’s totally not racist making the dreaming librarian / butler black when the show hasn’t had any black characters yet.  No, it’s inclusive!  

           The attractive black man speaks.  “My Lord, I think he intends to do harm to the mortals here.”

           “Nonsense, Lucien. I’m certain it’s fine.”

           The Corinthian wandered away from his master and he soon drags off attractive young female into an alley, hand over her mouth.   No, The Corinthian isn’t gay anymore in this version.   But it’s okay.  Hob Gadling, Morpheus’ immortal friend (who now runs a bar for some reason) is gay!  He’s very gay.  In fact that’s the extent of his entire personality.  But isn’t this diverse and inclusive?!   And there’s no more problematic gay nightmare, even though in the original comics The Corinthian gets uncreated and the second Corinthian is a relatively decent guy for a nightmare.  

           After some persuasion Morpheus finally listens to Lucien and walks down into the alley.   He stops in his tracks when he sees The Corinthian has killed the girl and his licking his fingers, having obviously already eaten her eyeballs (gotta keep that TV-14 rating!)   He lets out a gasp.  “Corinthian, what have you done?”

           We cut back to present day and “Murphy” is walking into the bar owned by his friend, Hob Gadling . Hob sees him and smiles. “Murph, oh, honey, you look like Hell! Come sit down and tell me all about it.   You know I love juicy gossip.” He says in a naisly, lisping voice.

Imagine this scene was written by some very straight guy whose only exposure to gay people were 1990s Will and Grace reruns.  

           Hob places a shot glass in front of Morpheus and Morpheus downs it quickly. “Have you seen Matthew?”

           Matthew was Morpheus’ straight human friend and roommate.  He had learned Morpheus’ secret in the pilot episode when Morpheus rescued him from a car accident using his dream magick.   Ha!  And you thought we’d have talking birds in this thing. Lol!  No!  Grounded, remember?

           “Matt?  Oh, sweetie, you can do better than him.  I keep telling you, he’s just not your type.”

           Morpheus raises an eyebrow but says nothing about the implication about his sexual identity.  There will be a LOT of queer baiting on this show without confirmation in regard to his sexuality.  

             “I need to talk to him.   One of my nightmares is loose in the city.”  You can tell this was written by a New Yorker because they take for granted “The City” to mean New York.  

           “One of your Nightmares?   Why couldn’t it be one of those sexy wet dreams?”  Get it?  Because if the character’s gay he has to always be horny!!!  Ha-freakin’ –ha.  

(Please know I don’t actually feel this way. I’m mocking bad TV writing.  This whole thing is a spoof.)    

           There’s an awkward pause intended for the viewers to laugh.

           “I don’t believe any water nymphs have escaped The Dream dimension.” Morpheus replied in confusion.

He calls it The Dream Dimension in the show because “The Dreaming” didn’t sound hip enough according to some executive.

“I’m afraid it’s The Corinthian.  So now I have two problems.”

Hob nodded sympathetically.  “The detective you might have to kill…”

“And now this.”   This is an idiot proofed recap for people turning on the show late or just watching it in passing while doing other things or playing on their phone.  CW does this sort of in-story forced, shoe-horned exposition all the time.

The episode plays out a little bit like an episode of Lucifer mashed into an episode of True Blood.

While they’re trying to find the killer, Detective Rose Walker meets Murphy’s roommate, Matthew, and the two hit it off while chatting about Murphy’s weirdness.  They decide to start to date.   As Morpheus has feelings for Rose that he won’t admit to this causes a strain between him and Matthew Raven (There’s that bird reference!  What?  That should be Lucien’s last name?  Naw!)  And between him and Rose Walker.  

Morpheus lashes out rather than admit to what he is truly angry at and he and Matthew argue over something petty and this leads to recovering alcoholic Matthew to start drinking again as sad music begins to play.  

Morpheus eventually finds The Corinthian and is forced to destroy him.  He had to kill his own creation so he is kneeling in angst crying prettily while the sand left over from the uncreation slides through his fingers.  Some new female cover of Queen’s Who Wants to live Forever? Is playing in the background.  The original version is “too old” and too expensive for use. So here’s a very generic sounding cover done in a style that makes it blend in with every other pop song played during the forty five minute mark of a CW show’s run time (including commercial breaks).  

           The song plays as we cut to Matthew drinking alone sexily in an alley.  He’s sweaty and wet, but he just looks like a wet fashion model.   Morpheus is sexy crying over the sand that was the Corinthian, and Rose going to sleep prettily in her bed, no bed head here.  Oh, and she sleeps in perfect makeup!  There’s no scene where she even remotely looks like she’s out of makeup.

 She’s having strange dreams but they look pretty mundane.  Like real-world mundane.  It’s her living room set that we probably saw a few minutes ago, just dimmer lighting and some haze to make it clear this is a dream.  Because even with a show about The Dream Lord, dreams have to have an old fashioned camera fringe haze.  Murphy is there with his back to her.  He looks sad.  He turns to look at her and she gasps.   She sees a star (lense flare) from Murphy’s eyes in the dream as he looks at her in surprise like he wasn’t expecting her to see him.  She wakes up with a gasp, and everyone in her apartment building also wakes up at the same time, signifying that their dreams were connected.

And so ends what was probably the third episode of CW (or Fox’s) The Sandman.  

And that is pretty much how CW or Fox would have done The Sandman.

[littledollll]

You’re so kind honestly I can’t wait to read part two.

What I keep thinking about since reading is:

Lucifer keeps his little a secret not wanting to out them about it. However not all the demons are so pleased about an angel running around that they can’t torture. One of them manage to upset the angel somehow and his angel slips into little space as a coping mechanism. Lucifer is then torn between comforting his little and caring for them in their state and punishing the demon who upset their angel. ~shy anon

Sweet little angel

(Pt. 2 to “Little angel”)

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

Warnings: angsty but with comfort, description of violence, threats, Very very small reader, non/semi-verbal reader, crying, anxiety, very angry Lucifer, and very soft Lucifer with Reader

A/n: GAH I LOVE THIS SM thank you shy anon for giving me writing inspo, I need more little r with Lucifer in my life I’m so happy rn stop

Having Lucifer as your partner, and caregiver was better than anything you could’ve ever imagined. Things only got better since the day they found out about your regression, they confessed how happy it made them, how it would wipe away all their worries when they took care of you. You were precious to them in so many ways, but as much as they’d love to show you off to the whole realm they knew what came with being an angel in hell.

Despite their warnings you refused to be always locked up in the castle, so they complied with joining you on walks around the realm and visiting different places they’ve mentioned before to you. Nobody would dare approach you as you walked along side their ruler. You’d get harsh looks and the ocasional snarl or growl your way, which Lucifer would quickly punish with a simple wave of their hand the demon would be out of sight, to where you didn’t want nor need to know.

You wanted so badly to be able to walk those paths alone once, not because you didn’t enjoy Lucifer’s company but just because you wanted that sense of independence, like you didn’t need to always be protected. You requested to start going on walks with lower ranks, at first the demons were cautious, careful of the fact Lucifer could just be around the corner, the same attitude as always continued those days, they’d lose a hand by Mazikeen’s command.

They got brave after that. With the rare times you’d leave without Lucifer they knew only Mazikeen was there to look after you, they started getting chatty. “God gave them the runt of the litter” said a demon as you passed by, you ignored them. “we’ll get you alone some day” this one seemed to follow behind you. “You’ll regret ever stepping foot out of that castle, can’t go out without a guard, what? are you too weak?” And finally. “What is an angel if not a chew toy for us to tear apart.” The way that demon didn’t even see you as a being, how he was just waiting. Anxiously anticipating the day they’d finally get you. A chew toy he said.

You wanted to cry. You wanted to run into Lucifer’s arms and feel safe again. You grabbed Mazikeens wrist, your voice barely above a whisper as you tried so hard not to breakdown, you could feel yourself slipping. “I wana go home..” Mazikeen was the only one who knew, being Lucifer’s right hand meant trust and undying loyalty. She swore to keep you safe the second Lucifer confessed how they felt for you, and she swore to keep your secret the minute you confided in her enough to tell her. Lucifer would put their life in Mazikeens hands, that was enough said, you could trust her aswell.

She proved herself when in a matter of seconds you were safely back home, in your room and sat on your bed, while she busied herself with summoning Lucifer to you. You made no effort to move from your bed as you hugged one of your stuffies tightly and just cried. What was taking them so long?

Lucifer was explained everything once they met with Mazikeen, they were torn, that demon deserved to be punished, by their own hand, the demon would learn a whole new meaning of pain, they’d do it publicly, Lucifer decided, the demon would be used as an example to show what happens to those who even attempt to hurt you. Then be sent to eternal suffering, purgatory, for so much as looking at you wrong.

Lucifer heard your cries, and then their mind was made up, the demon would be taken care of later. For now, they had a much more important little one to focus on. Lucifer never liked to see you cry, sometimes you’d just be pouty or fussy, that happens to every little, but knowing it was caused by one of their subjects filled them with wrath, wrath that had to be pushed down for now. It wasn’t more important than you, and they couldn’t risk scaring you.

You practically jumped into their arms, stuffie in hand, the second they walked through that door. “My sweet angel.. what have they done to you.” You just cried more. “Thank you Mazikeen, we will discuss this later, you are dismissed.” Mazikeen only nodded and left. Lucifer made their way back to bed, arms wrapped around you tight as their hand soothed your back. Sure you’ve cried before but never had they seen you so distraught, and also, so small. You couldn’t get a word out as your cries were replaced with sniffles and you clung to them like your life depended on it.

Truly, Lucifer was at a loss, you’ve never regressed so small before, and nothing like this had ever happened, if you were big they’d openly admit the demon was going to be punished, but saying that to you right now would do no good. So they settled for comforting you, they let you cling to them and cry until all that could be heard was your struggled breathing and sniffling, then they held you even tighter. After a few minutes of silence they concluded they should probably say something, anything really, an apology was the first thing to leave their mouth.

“I’m sorry, my sweet little angel. I’m so sorry.” They took a deep breath hugging you close to their chest. Sure they were angry, but they were mostly heartbroken, to think their home, what was supposed to be your home as well caused you so much harm. Maybe it was just words this time, but what would happen if you were alone, or if more than one demon decided to target you, or you slipped before you could get away?

Their mind ran rampant before your small voice and hand over their heart brought them back. “fast.” you stated as a fact. You do that a lot when you’re small, they always found it so adorable. Lucifer only nodded. “Are you alright, tiny?” You shook your head burying it into their chest again. “Tiny hurts” yeah. Heartbroken was the word of the day. “Luci’s going to make sure that demon isn’t mean again okay? I won’t let you get hurt, tiny.” You held up your pinky looking up with teary eyes. This time they immediately laced their own with yours and kissed your hand.

“I pinky promise, my little love, nobody’s going to hurt you again.” your breathing was mostly getting back to normal and your sniffles stopped, you nodded and shuffled up. “What’s wrong, tiny?” You gently grabbed their face and gave them a little smile. You let out a little “Mwah!” as you have them a kiss on the forehead and handed them your stuffie. “Well thank you, little one, what’s that for?” They said as they hugged the stuffed animal close. You placed your hand back on their heart. “luci hurts” Lucifer sighed, a smile on their face as they replied. “Well I’m all cured now, thanks to you. What did I ever do to deserve such a sweet little angel?”

[littledollll]

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Stalking you once again my dear. And thought I’d leave another prompt to work your magic on~

r is trying to remain big and struggling stood next to luci in a meeting. R brings their covered hands to their mouth effectively hiding it and preventing them from grabbing their stuffie hidden in the bag next to them. Luci realises and feels pride that r is trying so hard to do this as not to upset them (not that it would)

R then slips away from the meeting and turns little once they feel safe to do so but the slip a lot more into little space than normal. To the Point all they can do is make sounds and curl up into a ball, processing all the emotions swirling in them. Being alone scares r and it draws out the attack of emotions and adding fear and anxiety into them. Tears streaming and breathing hitching with the strong emotions.

Luci discovers r in such a tiny state and immediately takes care of their tiny little one. Tiny is absolutely fascinated with lucis wings only settling when they’ve got both wings in their hands, clutching at them like a life line listening to lucis soothing cooing and gentle rocking ~ shy anon🕊️

#shyanon🕊️

Overwhelmed

(Little angel universe, side shot)

Lucifer x little!angel!reader

Extra Prompt: r throws a tantrum and cusses at Mazikeen

A/n: AH ITS SO CUTE I love this, ty

Warnings: r throws a tantrum and cusses, masking regression, crying, very very small reader, I don’t know what else

This was literally the worse time to start feeling small. You were in the middle of a meeting with the co-rulers of hell and a few other lords. Sure Azazel had seen you before but it was never during “work” hours and Beezelbub and the rest of the lords would certainly never be allowed to find out. They were fighting with Lucifer, those two tended to gang up on them a lot. Too much you found.

It wasn’t until recently that Lucifer started bringing you along to these meetings, you were levelheaded and logical, a lot more than they could say about the rest of the idiots here, that’s what they said anyways. You’d keep the meetings peaceful and on track, honestly it was like a superpower of yours.

Though you longed to let the mask fall and reach for Emery now was not the time, Lucifer of course noticed this, they always knew, specially since they had to learn how to watch out for your regressing when you kept hiding it from them. They called over Mazikeen and whispered something you couldn’t quite make out to her, then she went back but instead of standing behind them, she stood behind and between the two of you.

You payed no mind to it, deciding would hold on until the meeting was close to ending to leave. Resting your head on your hand, you started hyper focusing on their words, hoping it would somehow help you stay big, it kind off did. You made a few comments and re-directed conversation when it got off track a few times, it kept you distracted enough but by the end of it you were overwhelmed, this was mentally exhausting.

Managing to make up an excuse to leave you grabbed your stuff, gave Lucifer a quick kiss on the cheek, making the others make teasing comments and ask for one too, it made you giggle as you walked out, you knew it was all in good fun because first of all, they’d lose their heads if it wasn’t, and second, it’s not the first time, you’ve grown quite used to them by now.

You rushed to your room and let yourself slip, as relieving as it was to finally stop masking it was horrible to be like this without Lucifer as everything you had been holding in came out at once. You whined and replayed the quiet “just a few minutes” they whispered to you when you said goodbye, “just a few minutes” felt so stupidly long. You hated being alone, it was scary and stressful. You just wanted your Luci.

You wanted to pass time by maybe coloring or playing but moving felt like such a chore in that moment, you curled up hugging your stuffie close, sobbing, after a few minutes you heard the door open and close quietly. You sprung up in hopes to see Lucifer but instead it was Mazikeen. “I was told to leave a few minutes after you.” She nodded your way at the stuffie in your arms. “They know you quite well I suppose.”

You loved Maz, you really did, but the disappointment of hoping for Lucifer and having her walk in instead made you very sad and very angry. “fuc u go away” your little voice screaming was really not all that intimidating but it was clear you were upset. “Now angel, what would Lucifer think about you saying a bad word?” Huffing adorably angerly you repeated your previous word but slower. “fuck. u. go. away!”

You hid into your pillow and cried, kicking your legs, but unlike usual it wasn’t “happy kicks”, you were upset and throwing a tantrum. again. “Are you like this all the time or do you just hate me” your head shot up her way, your brows were furrowed you looked confused and hurt that she would even suggest that. “want lu..” sighing she made her way to the bed and sat next to you. “I know you do, but I’m the best you’ve got until they’re here, and we all know you hate being alone.”

Nodding, you hugged her. Of course you didn’t hate her, and she was right, you didn’t want to be alone, you certainly didn’t mind her being with you either. “You can’t go around saying fuck though, I genuinely don’t think Lucifer would appreciate that.” She laughed when you let out a noise of disapproval and stopped hugging her.

This brought you back to your current dilema, Lucifer. “Mm!..” you met her with teary eyes and really she didn’t know how to handle this.

Thankfully she didn’t have to as Lucifer made their way in. “Just in time, I thought the little bug was gonna start crying on me again and I can’t deal with that.” She happily let herself out and closed the door behind her. “Crying?” They said cupping and studying your tear stricken face and the way your breathing hitched. “Mm..” you didnt really say anything, just kinda whined and looked at them , lost.

Immediately they pulled you into their lap, arms and wings coming around you and your face light up slightly. Your hands launched forward to trace over their wings, you were careful but curious, unfocused little eyes looking over every detail, they looked as rough and expensive as leather but they were soft to the touch and warm.

Like a blanket! Your little mind immediately thought. Lucifer just watched you, a soft smile on their face at your adoration, truly they never loved their wings much, yes they made them feel powerful and strong, but that was all. Slowly, you were making them learn to love them as much as you did.

Lucifer didn’t want to break the little bubble of peace that was formed around you but they were concerned about you, so they spoke, soft and quietly. “are you alright, tiny?” you hummed, it sounded like a yes, they took your hand and put it up, pointing at each finger and giving it a number, one through five and a closed fist meant less. Simple enough instructions.

“How tiny are you my sweet dove?” Your eyes wandered up, completely looking away from your hand as you thought, they could almost see the cogs turning in your head and you gave up, hiding into their chest. You felt like crying again, this time you couldn’t really find a reason why.

You just cried and they held you through it, softly rubbing your back and whispering to you reassuringly. “you did so good, did you know that, little angel? How you managed to hold on until it was over, im so proud of you.” Again you only hummed nuzzling impossible closer to them, Lucifer swears in moments like these, if you could fuse into them you would. They weren’t wrong.

“that’s a very tiny dove I think.” They said mostly into the air, it’s not like you were present enough to understand them. you lifted your head slightly and made grabby hands at their wings. Lucifer moved to lay gently on the bed with you on their chest. Your slow blinks and clinginess were a dead giveaway you were ready for bed, awe still present in your face when their wings hid you away, as if you’d never seen them before. “Nini?” You asked while your hands gently held their wings, as if you weren’t two seconds away from visiting the dreaming. “yes tiny one, night night time.”

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🕊️me again with another prompt for you dear🕊️

Prompt~ I need a sleepy whiny r that wants their luci and luci is busy and try’s to send someone else in to placate r and they try everything, stuffies, colouring, soothing music, blankies etc but she just gets worse. So now she finds her way to luci despite them being busy they drop everything for their exhausted angel once seeing just how bad r is.

This is purely self-indulgent of me. Todays been rough and I’d actually die just to have that level of care and comfort directed at me. Don’t rush with these prompts I’m just sending them when I get a free moment:) ~shy anon🕊️

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Sleepy tantrum

(Little angel universe, side fic)

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

A/n: my mood just got fucking murdered by something that happened and I’m writing this mid anxiety attack in hopes it’ll make me feel better🤺 pt 3 of the little angel series is gonna break hearts btw so I’m pre-paring (get it? Pre- preparing?) some comfort for that☝️

update: this honestly made even me feel tiny so I’m so proud of it I love it alot:(

Warnings: nothing horrible just some tantrums, crying, kinda separation anxiety, and that’s basically it

You’ve taken to wandering around the castle while you’re regressed, anyone Lucifer invites in is trusted enough to see you and when that’s not the case Lucifer makes sure that the meetings are secluded and quick, of course they also give you a heads up.

So here you were, Emery in one hand and blanket wrapped around you and dragging on the floor wandering around with no particular destination when you spot Luci and run to hug them, attaching yourself to their leg. They were busy, sat talking to Mazikeen about something you could probably care less about, so their hand made its way to your hair, giving you headscratches as they talked but other than that made no move to acknowledge you.

Their soft voice and soothing touch was making you even more sleepy than you were, your head rested on their knee as they talked, you felt yourself drifting before two pats on your shoulder made you shake yourself awake. “hm?” Luci smiled at you. “I think it’s time for bed tiny, I still have some work to get done but I’ll join you shortly okay? Mazikeen will stay with you until I’m back and I’ll get you ready for bed then.”

You went to complain but soon enough you were (gently) thrown over Mazis shoulder. “Wait wait wait-!” She ignored you and walked back to your room. As she dropped you into bed you tried to make a run for it out of the room before she grabbed you yet again and sat you on the floor with her. You huffed. “Meanie.” She tilted her head at you. “What was that?” When you stayed quiet she let the scary act drop. “They will be here soon enough, just be patient.” She said as she handed you another stuffie and your coloring book.

You whined and threw the coloring book at her. “Don’t be a brat.” You huffed and turned your back to her. “I thought you wanted to sleep, are you seriously throwing a tantrum right now?” You nodded and threw the other stuffie at her as well (which you quickly regretted and made a mental note to apologize to them later).

Had it been anyone else they would’ve lost their head. But it was you. Adorable, sweet, helpful, Lucifer’s partner, you. That last one did most of the convincing, but she knew you were only whining because you wanted Lucifer and not her, so she went softer on you. “Sweetheart you have to stay here.” “well you hav to leave m alone!” She sighed. “You are most certainly a handful. Let’s see.. we’ll have a coloring competition and whoever wins gets to tell the loser what to do next.”

Stubborn as you were u were also very competitive, how could you turn that down? Kicking your legs in excitement you nodded and handed maz another coloring book. “How kno?” She thought about it for a second. “We’ll do the fastest, but! You have to stay inside the lines.” You gasped, offended. “cheatin!” She shook her head smiling and handed you your crayons.

After a few minutes of coloring and your pouting Maz spoke again. “Done.” You whined and dramatically laid on the floor. “Unfairrrr!” “Nope, little darling I won fair and square. You are going to sit here with your toys and behave until Lucifer gets back and then you’re their problem again.” You pouted and climbed into bed hiding under the blanket. When you peeked to see what Maz was up to you saw her cleaning up the mess you had made.

Quietly you made your way out of the room and begun your search for Lucifer. After checking a few rooms you found them in the main throne room talking to who seemed to be Azazel. You thought you were being sneaky until you heard a voice behind you. “And just what are you doing out of your room at this hour, little angel?” you jumped and squeaked in surprise before jumping into Lucifer’s arms.

“I stay?” You mumbled into their chest with your eyes closed. Lucifer sighed, looking at your exhausted body language, your pouty face convinced them. “Yes, little dove.” You heard Lucifer and Azazel talking for an extra second before you felt Lucifer started talking back in direction of your room, you started crying. Making Lucifer abruptly stop. “Sweet one what’s wrong? Did something happen? Are you hurt?” your arms wrapped around them so tightly it would’ve been concerning if they were human.

“Tiny?” you only responded with a hum. “please tell me what’s wrong.” you sniffled, rubbing your eyes. “don go” they breathed a sigh of relief once they noticed what was going on. “I won’t little dove, not again, I’m staying with you, it’s all okay.” Lucifer continued walking as their hand gently rubbed your back, calming your sobs.

When you came back to your room it was all clean and Mazikeen was gone. Lucifer got you ready for bed in seconds, and placed a kiss on your temple before whipping your teary eyes. Their voice was barely above a whisper when they spoke now. “Luci’s not leaving now, sweet one, I’ve got you, my heart.”

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More stalking cause I’m quite an emotional wreck today so me and emery are re reading your fics

Another prompt~ r having anxiety and needing luci to come make them feel better. (Self indulgent fic I’m really struggling today )~ very tired shy anon🕊️

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Where’s my angel?

(Little angel universe, side fic)

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

A/n: ya boy has a 3 hour car ride back home and I fell asleep 4 times writing this, If you see random spams of “jjjjjjjjjj” it’ll be gone tomorrow I’m taking a nap now.

To answer your question: I was in a server where the term “little one” was sooo overused and it tired me out when it was used on me so I figured it maybe did the same to other tinys (I was right) + It was just a special term for me and my tiny ones so it was a little different form the usual and “exclusive” to us:)

I can’t think of any warnings but then again I can’t rly think of anything right now so scream at me in the comments if I should add any.

Requested prompts: selective mute, anxiety and emery

Officially taking duty as hells messenger was your choice, you just wanted to feel useful though Lucifer reminded you time and time again that just your company and love was more than enough, even mazikeen agreed claiming that since you came around everything’s been a lot smoother, happy Lucifer means an (ironically) happy hell. Yet you wanted to do more than just- exist.

So when you insisted to take some role to help around Lucifer assigned you as a messenger, really all you had to do was (as the name suggests) bring and deliver messages across realms, it wasn’t that difficult most of the time. But then came days like this. You woke up small, you didn’t really know why but admittedly you didn’t always need a reason. The problem wasn’t that you slipped, it was the time you did.

You panicked, you had work to do but you couldn’t leave like this.

The more you submerged yourself in your panicked thoughts the less you could actually think, you were already small and your anxiety was making you slip further. You couldn’t even panic anymore, everything just left you. That tingling feeling that ran through your spine making you shrink from inside out. It was enough of an indication that there was no chance you’d slip out, and when you noticed you were alone you felt like crying, you cuddled up to Emery and October, October being the new addition to your piles of stuffies, a gift from Lucifer.

Nuzzling your face into the soft fur, you considered running around the kingdom until you found your Luci, but your anxiety was stronger, convincing you you’ve already used up enough of their time, they have a whole realm to run, you could handle one day alone like you had before. You hid under your mountains of blankets with embery and October, curling up and opting to just sleep the time away.

Lucifer of course noticed your absence, you’d usually be excited to get up and start working, they found your search for a mission unnecessary, but it made you happy, how could they take that away? They went to your little room, guessing that if you wished to be alone you’d be there, yet you weren’t, they made their way to your shared room. “Am I crazy or did the amount of blankets here double?” They asked into the air when they spotted your silhouette under the blankets.

You giggled thinking you were so sneaky and they obviously couldn’t hear you. “Greetings mr. silhouette, im looking for a little angel, very very tiny, I swore I heard an adorable giggle around this area, have you seen them?” They waited a beat and you held your breath so they wouldn’t spot you. “Huh, I guess mr silhouette doesn’t speak. Hmmm. Let’s see.. I checked under the bed, in the closet and behind the furniture, where could my little dove possibly be!” You giggled again, putting your finger over your mouth and very (not) discreetly said “shhhh” to both October and Emery.

“There it is again! I know it’s you tiny, and I’ll find you! If you don’t show yourself this instant I will tickle you for all eternity when I do!” You gasped. Quickly scrambling to pull the mess of blankets and peeking your eyes out while you held the covers over the rest of your face. “No way you’ve been there this whole time” you quickly nodded. “Lies! No way, I don’t believe it.” You pulled Your stuffies up from under the blanket as proof.

They glared at your stuffies and looked back at you. “They are such traitors” you shook your head pointing at them. “Oh only to me? I see how it is.” They moved over to the bed pulling the three of you into their arms. Immediately you relaxed into their hold. “What happened today, little dove? You didn’t tell me you slipped.” “didn wan bother..” Lucifer placed a kiss to the tip of your nose. “You could never. You know how much I love you and your company , tiny one.”

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Little angel

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

Request by @shesgaysandtheys: Can you write a Lucifer × little space reader where the reader is an angel and a gift from god as a lover for Lucifer because Lucifer helped god with something? Lucifer is happy to oblige as their caretaker once they learn about their little space?

Warnings: none I can think of, pls mention if u think I should add any

I’d like to mention this is 100% sfw, even though I write nsfw I will never mix agere and nsfw together, do not sexualize age regression it’s a coping mechanism. If you don’t like it, if you think it’s weird scroll.

A/n: this was an absolute joy to write, it was honestly a breeze once I got the start down, I love doing agere stuff it’s so cute and there’s not enough of it out here.

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Lucifer usually didn’t accept requests from God. Why would they? But when the requests is help with a common enemy they decided to take Him up on the offer, after all, a little extra help would never hurt, and having God himself owe them a favor? That was sure an offer nobody would dare ignore. As payment for their cooperation and help, God sent them an angel. “The purest, truly, beautiful and with a heart that loves all.” He described, Lucifer wouldn’t pass this up.

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“Are you here willingly, angel?” Was the first thing they asked you, tone oddly soothing, caring, which confused you at first considering all you’ve heard about them. “Truly, I didn’t have much of an option.” Even though your words were bitter they sounded soft, Lucifer smiled at that, seems like God didn’t know you all that well, ironic.

“Do you not wish to be here?” They asked, and you smiled at their concern, you already like them more than you anticipated. “I never said that, Lucifer.” You were playful, unafraid to speak, carefully thought out words but not filtered or sugarcoated. Your first meeting, and they already liked you.

The following weeks had been full of conversations, dinners, othertimes just keeping eachother company, sometimes Lucifer would even admit to missing your presence whenever you didn’t come around, though they respected your space and privacy, they understood wanting to be alone sometimes, they just didn’t know the reasoning, and you never gave one, which they again respected.

By contract you were meant to be lovers, but thankfully Lucifer actually had an interest in you, to know you and spend time with you, not just lay with you and show you off as a gift from God, maybe to them you were just something to keep them busy or from being lonely but you somehow knew that wasn’t the case. You felt comfortable with them, so much so that it became a problem with hiding your regression, you felt safe, taken care of, and would sometimes slip unintentionally into that younger headspace, making up a random excuse to get scurry away and hide.

Though you grew to trust them you never really knew how to bring up the topic of your regression, if it was rare in humans it was even more rare in angels, you were afraid of being rejected, judged, so it was a secret. It didn’t help that Lucifer’s caring nature (at least towards you) made you want to slip, they treated you gently at all times, not because they thought you were weak but just because they thought you deserved it, some sense of comfort in hell itself.

The relationship grew and you found yourself actually fitting into the label of “lovers”. And while you loved every second of that, soon after the questions started coming, of course they had a right to know, as your partner where you ran off to at random times during the day and why. You put it off, always with the same answer. “Maybe one day, I’ll tell you” you appreciated they wouldn’t push any further after that.

And one day, the secret was out. They always sought you out for comfort, not really asking anything of you but your presence. With a stressful day came the end of your year-long secret. Your old quarters from when you first came to hell had become your hideaway to regress now that you shared a room. They were speaking when they came in, which got cut off when they took in the sight of you.

Sat crisscross on the floor in front of a coloring book, a blanket safely wrapped around and on you, different supplies and toys scattered around you, bottles, pacifiers, stuffed animals, a lot of those, they took a mental note of that. An open case in the corner, they guessed that’s where you keep everything. You’d never been caught before, you honestly didn’t know what to do and you were currently far too small to think of an excuse and play pretend. Your eyes just welled up in tears threatening to spill and they immediately ran over, sat on the floor, pulling you into their arms when they took notice of that. You clung to them.

“Oh don’t cry little angel, please don’t cry. You have nothing to be scared or embarrassed of. You could have told me love, is this where you run off to? Every time you hide, because of this?” You sniffled and nodded into their chest. “Little one, you’re alone when you’re small? My precious little angel all alone, you could’ve told me darling, it’s okay” you slightly parted to look at them, Lucifer wiped your tears away and kisses your head waiting for you to speak. “dont think its weird?”

They practically beamed at you, Lucifer, smiling, openly, joyfully. Think about that for a second. “Weird? Little one you are absolutely adorable, you’ve immediately made my day.” Now it’s your turn to beam at them. You giggled hiding your face again this time out of shyness. “I am upset about one thing though” you looked at them wide eyed despite their playful tone. “You’re telling me you’re running off and replacing my company with all of them?”

They glared at your stuffed animals, you giggled again. “Nu-uh, cant replace luci” Lucifer feared their heart would burst right then. “Luci?” They questioned. “mhm mhm, u wanna meet them!?” Your attention span was certainly shorter since you completely ignored their questioning after simply stating that yes, this was your name for them. You ran jumped off their arms and went on to point and name all of your plushies, introducing them all to “luci! u know bout them!”

They chuckled. “Did you tell them all about me?” “mhm mhm they know all da secrets! Shhh.” They exaggerated a gasp. “All of them!? Are they good at keeping secrets? Because those are very important little one” You looked offended. “‘course they are, u didn find out bout me till now!” They nodded in understanding, truly you made a good point. “Very true I guess I can trust them too, then.”

You nodded excitedly. “Can you promise me something, little angel?” Lucifer asked and you muttered a small “depends” with a mischievous look on your face. “I’m definitely questioning you on that answer later, but for now. Can you promise to tell me when you slip? Don’t hide away from me little one, allow me to take care of you, not just this once, I’d like to be your caregiver.” You tilted your head at them. They found it adorable. “u wana?” And once they nodded you ran up and hugged them again.

You held up your pinky and they gave you a confused look. “pinki promis.” You stated as a fact. “Oh of course!” They laced their pinky with yours. “cant never ever break that” “I wouldn’t dream of it, My little angel.” Lucifer briefly looked around the room before they spoke again. “Now why don’t we go through all your stuff so I know all about what you have and need. We can also get you some new things, how about that, tiny?”

You pouted. “Tiny?” “Are you trying to tell me you aren’t?” You crossed your arms. “Meanie, m telling all my plushies bout this. u in big trouble.” They kissed your forehead and nodded. “I’ll deal with the consequences of my oh so terrible words gracefully, little angel.”

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🕊️Another for you darling 🕊️

Prompt aka part two for sweet angel ~ once r is okay again, lucifer leaves to find the demon who hurt their little. They were gone for a while so r goes looking for them and then r overhears lucifer punishing the demon (from the sweet angel fic) which causes r to become scared and hide accidentally slipping back to their state. Lucifer panics not being able to find their angel. When they do the angel is curled up shaking in a ball absolutely terrified comforting luci ensured🥰 < shy anon🕊️

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Don’t be scared, little angel (pt. 4)

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

Prompts: r witnessing Lucifer’s punishment to the demon that threatened them, rouge demon hurts R making them slip, Lucifer takes care and comforts r.

A/n: help this came to me while I was making the “Breathe” side shot so I had to run and make the pt3 category so I could save it.

Warning: descriptive violence, threats, r gets hurt by a demon, public hanging, Lucifer actually acting like they rule hell, hurt/comfort.

The second you walked in you ran away, you had just woken up to find that Lucifer wasn’t with you, causing you to get up and look for them. You when walked in to the throne room and witnessed the scene.

The demon was hanged and practically torn apart (much like they threatened to do to you.) in the balcony out the throne room, presented to the demons and lords of hell, it was a show of power, and a threat that needed no words. Most demons bowed their head at their ruler, probably most out of fear, but you had gotten to the hearts of some gained their respect even. Some, very few, stood proud and spiteful. In the background, one walked off.

Lucifer didn’t notice you had been there until one of the guards announced at the end that you had been briefly present. Of course you knew what Lucifer was capable of, you never feared it or cared for it. It was their job, and their business, but your pure heart fought against the thought when you came to the realization it at all happened because of you. Sure they hurt you, but the demon didn’t lay a hand on you, you were simply scared by their threats.

You ran without direction, the sight and guilt of being the cause of a demons torture and death eating you alive. You ran out the front doors, you deemed it safe since all subjects were supposed to be seeing the punishment anyways. You sat on the ground, curled into yourself and crying. You could feel yourself slipping again, it wasn’t the time to ask for Lucifer anyways so you did nothing.

You were approached by someone, you didn’t even bother looking up, opting to ignore them until they have up and walked away. You don’t remember anything but a sharp consistent pain around your neck and the feeling of loosing your breath.

You couldn’t scream, much less fight it, that didn’t stop the tears and sobs tearing though your throat.

Your pain didn’t last long before a hound appeared. Immediately attacking the demon, causing you to fall to the ground as you caught your breath. Somehow the hound seemed to be aware of your state, tilting its head at you and giving you a gentle nudge against your hand with its head before it ran off dragging the demon away.

You were utterly confused and definitely injured, but forced yourself to stand and drag yourself inside, it was too dangerous out there and you couldn’t stay in your room, it’s the first place Lucifer would come, it’s not that you didn’t want to be with them, you didn’t want them to see you hurt. You grabbed a blanket to cover yourself and made your way out to the gardens, where you were surprised to find your new hound friend, you sat next to it.

Lucifer was frantic, searching around every possible room for you, even assigned a few trusted subjects to go out in search for you incase you were outside of the castle. Then they would have an even bigger problem. You weren’t supposed to see this, see them. You never had, since even when you weren’t regressed Lucifer kept the gore and torture to a minimum, it wasn’t their assigned job, they gave the orders and others took care of it. But with this demon they took action.

The Gardens. They thought, and quickly made their way over. Sure enough there you were, a blanket draped over you hiding you mostly from view as your back was turned to them though they could see your arms wrapped around your knees and the way you tried to rocking yourself to calm down. A hound sat protectively next to you. Seeing this Lucifer calmed down, you were safe, a hound had chosen you.

“Little dove?” You jumped at Lucifer’s voice, it destroyed them to see you react that way to them. Their job was to care for you. Make sure you feel safe and loved. They had officially failed it. How could they make you fear the one person who was supposed to make fears go away. “Is it okay if I sit with you?” They were quiet, terrified, of the chance of you running away from them, of you screaming at them to get away, of you asking to be sent back to heaven.

When you didn’t respond they sat regardless, and you seemed to hide yourself away from them even more, something compelled you to hide your bruising, though you didn’t understand why, you went by instinct.

“you were never meant to see that.. I was reckless and angry, I can’t bear the thought of you getting hurt, by the very hands of the ones who are supposed to respect you as they do me.” Nothing. Just sniffles and struggled breathing. “Angel, let me see you”

You wanted to run away, but your body felt heavy, after what they just said how would they react to you actually being hurt? even if you didn’t understand how. Yet you also wanted to crawl into their arms and be soothed.

So you listened to the little voice in your head telling you that it would all feel better once you were with Luci. Truthfully you didn’t understand what was happening, all you knew was that your stuffies weren’t with you, but this big dog-like animal was, you really wanted to chew something, and that your neck hurt, a lot. You practically threw yourself in their arms and their eyes went wide once they caught the sight of you.

“Sweet one.. how did you get this?-“ you went to shake your head but flinched in pain when you tried.

Why were they asking so many questions? You just wanted to be held. The hound stood from where it was and moved closer to you, now sitting next to Lucifer and you on their lap. Lucifer looked at it questioningly before wrapping you in their arms and you happily snuggled into them, and after a few minutes of silence there seemed to be an agreement, like they understood eachother.

“da” you poked Lucifer to get their attention. Thats new. You’ve never used anything other than Luci. “Yes, my little dove, are you talking to me?” You nodded slightly. “talk doggy?” You seemed absolutely clueless, like you didn’t really remember the events of the whole day, Lucifer figured you slipped deeper than you ever had.

“Yes tiny” you were in awe. You looked at them with wide eyes and mouth parted in surprise. You excitedly waved at the “doggy” and did your little happy kicks. “da!” Lucifer hummed. This was adorable. “Yes tiny?” You giggled and shyly hid yourself in their neck. “Are you shy, little angel?” You nuzzled closer to them. “mm!” “Well aren’t you just adorable..”

You poked them again. “Yes, little dove?” you looked around you searching for something. “All your supplies are in your room, my little love, is that what you’re asking for?” of course you didn’t think to bring anything. You nodded. When they stood you hugged tighter around them and waved bye at the (not so) little doggy. You rested your head on their shoulder as you made your way in and when you finally reached your room you pointed at your box.

Lucifer sat in a thought as they watched you grab and hold up a teether like it was your most prized possession and you crawled back to them and curled up in their lap, chewing on the teether. “da?” They absentmindedly nodded at you. If your mind slipped you this far causing you to forget the events of the day they shouldn’t go against it. Your body showed this is what you needed, they decided then that it wouldn’t be brought up again, not unless you did it yourself.

They hugged you close their wings hiding you protectively, just happy to see that you were okay, kissing all over your face making you giggle and hide. “You are so precious to me, you know that, little dove?” You nodded, stimming happily. “I lovs!” Lucifer felt like they could cry. “and I you, my little angel.”

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Lucifer vs the hound

Lucifer x little!angel!reader (mini fic)

A/n: the hounds name is Onyx and r calls it nix (or doggie) when tiny cuz it’s easier ofc, this was originally in “babbles” but I realized how off topic it got and quickly regretted it so I made them two separate fics!

Warnings: little anxiety, crying

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Looking around you frowned. “Doggi?” I’m trying for hours and the damn hound was all it took? Lucifer mused to themselves. (More like complained.)

Lucifer had been trying to get you to slip for the past few hours, coming up unsuccessful, only for you to part from them to “visit your hound friend” and when you came back believing it was with you, you were regressed.

“Hounds are not allowed within the private areas of the castle my darling, that’s why you’ve only ever see it outside.” You pouted, giving Lucifer a look of disapproval they tried so hard not to smile at. “Why no?”

“This is hell tiny, hounds much like everything else aren’t always the kindest, they respect me and other rulers, but very rarely anyone else. But of course you being your charming little self managed to get chosen by one, I’m not surprised.”

“was chosn?” You questioned. You toyed with the sleeves of their clothes, making Lucifer smile as they allowed you to take their hand.

“Hounds don’t get tamed, little angel, they chose you, that one chose you.” Moving on form your adorableness, Lucifer explained. “yous jelly?” you giggled when they raised a brow at you. “Of the hound?” you nodded.

“Oh I sure am, I mean two seconds with a hound and you slip but not with me? I’m wounded.” You couldn’t hear the sarcasm or playfulness in their voice, it made you frown, and your eyes welled up with tears. “ii hurt?”

“Oh sweet one, no don’t cry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I’m not hurt little angel, I was just joking, okay?” Lucifer wasted no time in getting back to your room, you both know how much you’d hate to be caught crying, specially small.

You cling to them like you always do, but once you were back in the safety of your own room you didn’t let go. “It’s okay little angel, lucis okay, you nor anyone else has hurt me.”

“You really do like the hound-“ you interrupted them with a sudden change of attitude. “nix!” Lucifer gave you a slow nod before continuing.

“You really like Onyx so, what if we make a little exception and allow it to your room?” You hesitantly nodded, of course you wanted that, but you were still unsure on how Lucifer truly felt, you didn’t mean to hurt them, you never wanted to make them upset.

“We can work on that tomorrow then, precious. You do understand I wouldn’t be offering if I had an issue with it, right? It’s completely fine darling, I don’t mind you and onyx getting along.” They put more emphasis on his name just to show they remembered, making you giggle and nod excitedly.

“In fact it’s beneficial for all of us, you know Onyx can protect you when I’m not around, and he’ll keep you company, so truly, he’s quite the help. I promise you have nothing to worry about, little one.” Lucifer ended their statement with a kiss to your forehead.

“Mm! Da an an nix frens!” You were dead set on making sure there was no rivalry between your two favorite beings and Lucifer gave you a nod. “Yes precious one, friends.”

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My darling I’ve been stalking and I must confess I need more lucifer x reader with dream content so here’s my suggestion

Prompt~ r is dreaming and dream is with then cause they are sad. R feels like a burden to luci and just wants them to know how truly special they are, but in their little state they can’t seem to find the words. So dream comforts them and suggests r draws lulu a picture.

R wakes up and instantly scurries off to her old room and draws the picture and gives it to luci. all cute fluffy goodness to end~ shy anon🕊️

#shyanon🕊️

Little artist (pt 1/2)

(Little angel universe, side shot)

Morpheus x little!angel!reader

Lucifer x little!angel!reader

A/n: i decided to make this a two parter bc the dreaming part was originally supposed to be a lot smaller, ya boy got excited at the chance of writing for Morpheus, Reader is mostly big in this fic and it’s honestly just fluffy conversation between two good friends, I like how it kinda gives backstory on the relationship Morpheus and R had/have

Warnings: none really, r gets judged for being little in the very beginning and maybe insecurities and overthinking?

Read part two

Dreaming, you noted when you “woke up” missing the warmth of Lucifer wrapped around you.

“You’re still carrying around a stuffed animal? What are you 4? Grow up, you’re so weird.” A voice you recognized, you couldn’t pinpoint who exactly it belonged to but they used to be your “friends” when you still lived in the silver city.

People wouldn’t believe how mean and cruel angels can truly be, they were no better than humans, perhaps even worse.

“At first it was cute but now it’s an every day thing. I can’t deal with this anymore it’s annoying and it’s weird.” A different voice. Your very first caregiver. Slowly you realized your setting, you were back in heaven, and it was more of a playback of memories than a dream.

Your mind ran rampant with insecurities and doubts. What if Lucifer felt that way about you? You never stopped to think about it much since they offered to be your caregiver. But you did kinda push the responsibility what other options did they have? you questioned yourself.

“I never did like him.” Morpheus’ voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“Must you be so dramatic? Do you enjoy plaguing me with nightmares before announcing yourself?” You argued. The scene faded into a new view, fiddlers green. Walking over to a tree you sat under it, Morpheus followed.

It immediately made you smile, your defenses going down as you felt calm. You really did love this place. It was safe and comforting. Most of the time when you regressed in the dreaming it would be here, that tiny feeling running through your bones as you replayed your lovely memories.

“I’m only opening a conversation, giving you a chance to talk, I don’t recreate memories as dreams, little star, that’s all you. You’re worried. Yet when they sleep, they dream of you.” Morpheus always knew just what to say. Maybe it’s because he’s been by you for so many years, probably because he’s been here since time began.

“me?” You laid your head on his lap and hummed happily once Morpheus started petting your hair. You needed to know, maybe it would finally reassure you enough to make the anxious thoughts stop.

Ever the ominous being Morpheus ignored your question and answered with his own. “You’re worried, about what, little star?”

You threw a rock his way with no real intent to hurt him, not that you could, he caught it anyways. “’s like you want me to slip.” The way he was talking to you was intentional, and the petname was a dead giveaway.

“I’ve been replaced, are you blaming me for missing it? And if you want to, allow yourself” His smile told that his words held no real offense, yet you felt the need to reassure him. “There’s nothing stopping you from seeing me, just like you are now.”

Nodding, he countered. “I’m not really needed am I?” His flash of innocent jealousy made you giggle. “I’d miss you, visit me anyways.”

You closed your eyes. Drinking in the familiar peace of the dreaming, you would’ve drifted off had you not already been asleep and quietly, confessed your concerns. “I’m too much, they have so many things to take care of and ’m jus adding more n I feel-” You hated talking about your feelings. You couldn’t go two words without feeling like you’re going to cry or slip, probably both.

He listened intently, he always does, he allowed you space to continue though you seemed against it. “You are not a burden, little star, it has been a great pleasure to take care of you and you can rest assured knowing they think the same.”

you gave him a little hum in question. “In every dream and nightmare, their greatest joy is you and biggest fear is loosing you, never have I seen this in Lucifer, little star.”

If the look on your face said anything you were overjoyed hearing this. “realy realy?” Morpheus was starting to wonder when you’d fully slip, finally. He gave you a nod and you sprung up hugging him tightly. “Hm..”

“What’s on your mind, little dreamer?” you took a moment to organize your thoughts. “wana tells how much I lovs n n preciate!”

“But you don’t know how to tell them?” you nodded. “Well you’re quite the little artist, what about you draw something for them and give it as a surprise?” Your face lit up in excitement.

“Thanks you! Star wakes up?” He tilted his head at you, already? “wana wakes before n make gift!” You stated like it was the most obvious thing ever, of course this was a priority, what else would Luci wake up to?

“Very well tiny star, until I invade your dreams again then.”

(Part 1/2) part two

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Little artist (pt 2/2)

(Little angel universe, side shot)

Lucifer x little!angel!reader

Slight Morpheus x little!angel!reader

A/n: I started this like right after part 1 but only just finished it, lovely ik

No warnings

The second you woke up you were carefully trying to sneak out of bed without waking Lucifer up. You somehow made it along with ems and october (he’ll never admit to helping you but it was Morpheus.) and tiptoed to your old room, grabbing all the things you would need before you sat down and started drawing.

You thought about doing a card with the drawing, immediately gave up realizing that would take a lot of writing.

You decided doing just a drawing would be enough, specially since you’d be able to put all your time into it! Genius! you praised yourself and got to work.

You drew your self, hugging Emery and October close to your chest, Luci next to you, wings powerfully spread behind both them and you, then a little off to the side next to them was maz, next to you, you decided to draw the hound.

You colored it as carefully as you could while still trying to be fast, you’d hate for Luci to wake up before you were done. It was mostly inside the lines and you felt proud of your work then you titled it, writing a big “I love yous” across the top of the page, and signed your work.

Ecstatic, you ran back to your shared room carrying both em and October in one hand and your drawing on the other. You jumped into bed and started shaking Luci awake. “Luci! Lulu! waks up!!” Lucifer of course woke up with your screaming.

“I’m awake I’m awake! are you okay, tiny?” Still groggy from sleep, Lucifer looked around for the cause of your- panic? Commotion. And saw nothing. “What do you need, my angel?”

You proudly held up your drawing, maybe a little too close to their face. “Sweet one, I can’t see if you put it right up to my face-“ you let out a little “oh!” And pulled back, finally giving them a proper view of your drawing. They smiled, looking over every detail from the tittle to your little signature at the side of the paper.

“Is this for me, little dove?” You nodded eagerly. “mhms cuz cuz wan shows I lovs nn preciate!” They carefully took the drawing from your hands, putting it aside so it doesn’t get wrinkled before pulling you into a hug.

“Thank you. You really are a sweet little Angel.” you giggled, hugging them tightly, then they pulled away, smiling at you. “When did you come up with this tiny?”

“wells morphi visits an an I was alls “wan luci kno I loves” n he was alls “ur a lil artis so dwa!” An I was all “wakes me up so I dwa!” n then I sneaky sneak n make it!” You excitedly ranted about the series of events that lead up to this, and Lucifer only listened and smiled at you adoringly.

Then they scooped you into their arms, wings coming around you as they effectively hid you from the world. “Wings!!!” You gasped and kicked excitedly.

Lucifer kissed the tip of your nose, making you giggle. Then your cheek, and the other, then your forehead and both of your temples. You squealed hiding your face with a fit of giggles. “How dare you! I wanted to show my love for my little Angel too!”

You wrapped your arms around them, hiding into their neck. “Thanks u da” you trying to sound serious in your tiny voice was absolutely adorable. “No, thank you. My sweet little angel.”

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Prompt~ so maybe r has some form of an eating disorder and lucifer finds out when god gifted him R. So they try to encourage R to eat and celebrate the small wins. So when R willingly asks lucifer for more of a food (idk cookies?) so they were given 3 but they ask for 4. So lucifer says they can have 5 showing r they can have as many as wanted But r only wants 4. Lucifer is like amazingly proud of their r and gives them lots of love if you can use lucifers wings then bonus point~ shy anon

Comfort in hell

Lucifer Morningstar x little!angel!reader

A/n: It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these! A little too long!

Warnings: Mentions of possible ed, hell being scary, shy reader, soft Lucifer

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Of course Lucifer knew better than to just expect you to be okay. Hell was purposefully a scary place, there’s no way around it but something about how tense, scared you constantly looked made them want to provide at least some type of comfort.

You were an angel, one forced out of heaven simply because The Creator wanted you gone, you don’t even know why, you were confused and hurt. Not to mention utterly terrified of hell.

It wasn’t Lucifer you feared, they nursed your back to health and had been nothing but caring after all. It was just everything around you, the constant noise, the smell that would be in the air the second you stepped out of the castle, the constant fighting and screams.

You usually kept to yourself and Lucifer was patient to give you the space you wanted and needed, but you couldn’t be terrified forever, at some point you’d have to get used to the new environment. Though this was something you got acclimated to slowly, with their help of course.

Every so often you’d leave your little hideaway and silently join Lucifer’s side, it could get quite lonely there, and being around them seemed to make all the chaos go away, they took no issue with it, infact encouraged you do it more often.

Sometimes you’d come running and crash into them, the way from your hideout to them felt scary and you wanted nothing more than to be next to them, where it was safe again. Lucifer would wordlessly pick you up and hide you in their arms, continuing whatever they were doing as if you didn’t run out of nowhere. It became a normal occurrence and others quickly learned to stop questioning it.

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As you quietly sat with them at the table you shyly took their hand, fidgeting with their fingers and sleeve, making Lucifer look at you with a reassuring smile. Zoning out came quite easy for you when you were around them which made meals and regularly more challenging tasks a lot easier.

Lucifer had noticed you rarely ate, and when you did it was sparingly and only when Lucifer reminded and joined you. So they did, every time it was time for food they’d go with you and get really anything, just to make you feel less alone.

You’d always feel more inclined to eat after they did, so it took Lucifer by surprise when you were first to grab what you wanted and ran to sit back with them, mindlessly munching on your food. They wouldn’t bring it up. You were happy in your own little world and that’s all Lucifer could ever ask for.

Then came time for desert and like always you grabbed 3 cookies, it was like a personal rule you set for yourself, Lucifer had never seen you have more than 3, until today of course.

“One more?” Came your quiet voice as you looked up at them practically bouncing in excitement. Lucifer smiled your way before replying, “You can have as many as you’d like, even more than an one, little angel.” You shook your head. “Jus one!”

Lucifer handed you the one cookie and they wished they had snapped a picture as your face lit up when you grabbed it and ran off. They did note your sugar high and to be careful about it, but that only made you even more adorable so they’d let it slide at least for today.

Once you settled back at their side after running and playing around they wrapped you in their arms, hugging you tight. “I’m so proud of you little angel, you have no idea how much.”

You were blissfully unaware of where this all came from as you were a bit distracted, busy being fascinated by their wings as if you don’t get to see or feel them on a daily basis. But it was still nice to hear, it made you giddy and self assured.

“I did good?” Your tone was bright and happy, also relieved. You didn’t really know why you wanted to know you did good, but seeing Lucifer so happy with you made you happy as well.

“You did good. I’m so proud little angel, I couldn’t be happier.”

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Another prompt for you darling~

Prompt~ r needs to be little like showing their usual tales for it (maybe fidgeting, messing with their sleeves, starring at lucis wings and biting their lip in a need for a tether etc I trust you with the tales) and luci sees this and keeps asking if they need to be little. R says no because it’s not a good time for them to slip and they know that. R wants to stay big and do a good job for lucifer.

Later on R slips and comes up to luci and and goes “da!” And touches their wings. And luci is happy to see their little angel finally giving into their own needs and reminds them to trust “da” because luci only wants them to be happy.

~ shy anon🕊️

#shyanon🕊️

Babbles

(Little angel universe, side shot)

Lucifer x little!angel!reader

A/n: honestly have no idea why this took me so long but I love it sm u don’t understanddddd, excuse the awful amount of space at the end it’s the only way I can work around this new stupid character limit

Extra prompt: very tiny r curling up in lucis wings

No warnings I think

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You’ve always been a fan of showing your affection, truly no matter the setting you’d have an arm linked with Lucifer’s or be content as long as you got to sit next to them, pda wasnt an issue for you and Lucifer, and anyone who cared enough to comment on it would be reprimanded.

Here’s the thing though, there’s different types of affection you showed, and Lucifer noticed the way you’d tug on their sleeve or poked them for their attention instead of just calling them. How you seemed to be talking less and less and when you did you’d jumble your words, and mostly how your eyes darted to their wings more than usual. All of these being things you do when you’re little.

“Love, do you need to slip?” You shook your head, parting from them again. After every message you’d come back, and seek out Lucifer’s warmth, only to be sent back out within minutes with another message or reply. “Come on pouty, off you go.”

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Again a few hours later when you finally had done everything, and got a chance to simply exist with them, while they worked of course.

The fidgeting, how you’d absentmindedly bite your nails, how your wings seemed to be hiding uncomfortably against your back and you would cling around them every chance you’d get. They attempted to ask again only to be interrupted. “Nu-uh don’t even say it. not the time” but they were right, you needed to slip.

“You’re stressed, Angel your wings should not be this tense.” You thought you were good at hiding it but they’re not stupid, of course they’d notice.

“Don’t ignore your needs, my love. Other things can wait.” They tried convincing you, but your stubbornness was greater. “I can also wait, I’m fine! you have work to do and I happen to be a great distraction apparently.” You pouted.

“If you’ll excuse me I’m going to find mazikeen, since she won’t fight me and tell me to slip while you finish whatever that is!” You stormed out in faux anger, it’s always fun to be dramatic. Lucifer huffed out a laugh as your made your way out.

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Not twenty minutes later you were storming back into the room. “mm da!” you ran to Lucifer with open arms, practically crashing into their chest and meeting them with a bone crushing hug. “up up up!!”

Lucifer chuckled, picking you up and settling you on their hip. “hello there little dove, that was quite fast, did something change your mind?” your hands absentmindedly smoothed over their wings, of course, what else was Lucifer expecting?

They went unheard, you were busy messing up their hair, which made Lucifer playfully glare at you, you giggled and continued, there was really no threat in doing so and Lucifer could fix it in seconds when they needed to.

“No work?” They gave you a nod and you exited my kicked your legs. “we gos now?” Lucifer chuckled and wrapped both arms around you as they made their way out. “You really hate the office that much?”

“Mm! Taks away da!.” You huffed rubbing your eyes. “We’ll limit office time for my little love then, I think it’s time for a little rest no? Long day for such a tiny one.”

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All while complaining against sleep you made your way to the floor picking up one of your stuffies and poked luci for attention. “Yes, my dove?” “da!” “What’s wrong, tiny?” you babbled something Lucifer could not possibly understand, but it seemed to be in a happy tone, so Lucifer just agreed.

Your communication was reduced to differently energized kicks that they eventually figured out some meant anger and others giddiness, little hums with again different tones of approval and disapproval and then impossible to understand babbles that they interpreted just by energy what whatever body language you attempted to show.

Occasionally they’d get another poke, or the somehow still energized “da!” When you really required their attention, otherwise they settled for watching over you, just making sure you didn’t do anything unsafe or somehow get hurt.

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Soon enough Lucifer noted how often you were rubbing your eyes, little yawns that you tried to hide escaping you and how you seemed to be a little extra cuddly, it’s time for bed. “Come on tiny I’ll help you up, it’s bed time.” You babbled out some type of complain before reluctantly making your way to the side of the bed.

You giggled when Lucifer effortlessly lifted you up and got you onto bed. You curled up to their side, hugging tightly your stuffie, your little kicks didn’t come to a stop nor did your babbles as you seemed to be having a super interesting conversation with your stuffie.

“da?” Not so energetic this time, barely above a mumble. Lucifer didn’t need to ask, pulling you into their chest, wings enveloping you, making it dark yet safe, and perfectly warm. You nuzzled closer to them with a satisfied hum, letting your eyes close and sleep take over.

“da?” Not so energetic this time, barely above a mumble. Lucifer didn’t need to ask, pulling you into their chest, wings enveloping you, making it dark yet safe, and perfectly warm. You nuzzled closer to them with a satisfied hum, letting your eyes close and sleep take over.