#little Luci

[bunny-is-cute]

Little Luci Doesn’t Need…

Chapter 1: A Nap

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The baby felt so tired as he sat on the floor, trying to play with his duckies as he normally did at 12 in the afternoon. The devil yawned and rubbed one of his eyes that dared leak a tear.

It’s been nearly two weeks since he had proper sleep, one where he wasn’t awoken by nightmares and waking up alone in the giant mansion that he haunted with his mere presence. Seven years of sheer loneliness where no one checked up on him, or if they did he had no memory of it.

Lucifer was the devil, but he was also a little.

It was a concept designed by Heaven in hopes of healing souls who, at one point, could have been redeemed. He remembered how many centuries ago, even before the birth of his child, when he had tried to be a caretaker for many of Hell’s newest littles. But he failed them all when it was revealed he also was a little. And he hated it ever since.

He hated how his body would transform into a child, one that matched his mental age, and how weak he was during this time.

And that weakness was now demanding that he took a nap.

He shook his head stubbornly. He may have had the body of a three-year-old, but he was a big boy man! And men don’t need naps!

Though the idea of being nice and warm certainly appealed to him. Hell was supposed to be hot, so then why did he often feel so cold?

He let out a sudden shiver and sneeze.

Lucifer hugged one of his stuffed duckie closer, his little hands gripping the soft fabric as if it could somehow chase away the weariness. His eyes felt heavier with every blink, his resistance crumbling. He wished for someone to tuck him in, but he quickly shook off the thought. He didn't need anyone; he was used to being alone.

He sniffled, rubbing his nose with the back of his hand, his body betraying him as exhaustion crept in. Maybe... maybe just a small nap wouldn't be so bad. He could lie on the couch, with his duckies surrounding him, and that would be enough. No one needed to know. No one was there to see him anyway.

Lucifer sighed, giving in to his body's demands, and slowly climbed onto the couch, hugging his stuffed duckies. He pulled a blanket over himself, curling into a small ball. The coldness seemed to seep into his bones, and he wished he could just feel warm and safe, even if only for a little while.

His eyes fluttered shut, and soon he was drifting off, the fatigue washing over him like a tidal wave. In his dreams, he wasn't alone. He was surrounded by warmth, by a comforting presence that told him everything would be okay. He wasn't the devil, he wasn't a failure, and he wasn't alone. Just a little Lucifer, finally at peace, at least for now.

And perhaps, just perhaps, even the devil deserved a moment of tenderness in his lonely eternity.

[myalchimia]

Welcome to my original story about black goat named Luci ^^

[elainiisms]

female protagonists will literally go through 30 life altering traumas at the age of 16 and you ppl still have the audacity to call them annoying bc they cry about it and act like teenage girls

[nobodydoeseverything]

If I had a nickel for every time a Hellaverse father was a depressed, lonely, wacky little guy, who is sort of alienated from his daughter due to circumstances but is trying his best, then I’D HAVE THREE GODDAMN NICKELS GODDAMMIT VIV I’M ALREADY SO ATTACHED GIVE ME A BREAK

[polarsirens]

rage

[crinbyignby]

When the plot has four dumbass siblings who mess with each other

[shiiro-arts]

Drunk Lucy and Done Natsu

I’m an unstoppable machine full of inspiration right now

👉PART 2👈

[iamespecter]

Ah yes, the one guy I like vs the five other femme fatales

I did the thing that I saw one other mutual do!!! honestly, it was VERY hard to pick for most of these (save for Caine and Glamrock Chica) because I ADORE a LOT of characters. And doing this honestly makes me realize just how much I gravitate towards characters that are doomed by the narrative or their scriptwriters one way or another

My current favorite is Caine because it's pretty much self-explanatory, he is my current blorbo. My scrunkly. My precious lil scrunkler guy

Chica is my comfort character. She literally raised me alongside Freddy Fazbear when I was going through one of the toughest moments of my life, living with my abusive dad (and yes the chicken and the bear are so married to me and me only)

Master Tigress save me you were taken from me by the fourth film and I will NEVER live that down

Where do I even start with Six from Little Nightmares. By god, this poor yellow raincoat wearing child of mine. I both love and hate just how hopeless her story is. People say that the ending of the first game ends with her escaping via a boat, but I really don't think so. I think she's stuck at the Maw because I keep saying it, THE BOAT DROPPING THE GUESTS LEFT. THERE IS NO "OTHER BOAT". IT JUST DOESN'T MAKE SENSE. (before this becomes a ramble, I'm gonna stop it right there.)

I'm VERY guilty of liking Lucy Wilde from Despicable me because I hate the franchise (the first film was good), but by god, IS SHE THE FUNNIEST SHIT. To me, she literally carries the films she's in, she inspired one of my main OCs' humor and even appearance. I don't care about Gru, or the villains, or the girls, just give me more Lucy.

GLAMROCK CHICA MY BELOVED I AM GOING DOWN ON MY KNEES RN PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE MARRY ME I'M PUTTING ALL OF MY POINTS IN THE RIZZ STATS PLEASE JUST ONE CHANCE BABYGIRL OINE CHANCE GIVE ME ONE CHANCE (I am Glamrock Chica's #1 fan and I will always be angry at Scott for what he's doing to her and her variants)

sigh,,,, what I ever did to like such characters that I know will end up crushing my heart one way or another, I don't know but I do know that at the very least, I have the power to diverge from canon as an artist

[bunny-is-cute]

My first age-regression fanfic with “Little Luci.” It starts BEFORE episode 5 of the Hazbin Hotel show.

[myalchimia]

Extra chapter!

Little Luci x Harry Potter

More pages of Little Luci on WEBTOON CANVAS 💛

[l3viat8an]

Lucifer is just so in love and obsessed with you. not in a scary way or anything- but in a very soft way, just melting completely whenever the simplest, everyday things remind him of his little lamb you.

it can be anything, really, maybe he sees your favorite pastry in a bakery or something in a shop window he thinks you’d like or maybe he simply passes somebody in the street that has the same hair color as you.

and before he can stop himself, Lucifer is reaching into his pocket for his phone to call you a soft little smile on his face. even if he can only hear your voice for a few seconds it’ll make his day so much better <3

[ribbittrobbit]

Ruvina, goddess of winter and sorrow

[molinaesque]

Atomic Queen // Radiation King

[supernovasilence]

Ok we all talk about the Pevensies' trauma at returning to Earth at the end of The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and their trouble readjusting to life there again but think of all the funny/good parts too

They return from the country, and their mom is surprised when all her children hug her at the station. Even Peter, who thinks he's all grown up. Even Edmund, who went away surly and withdrawn. She doesn't know her children haven't seen her in over a decade.

They miss their dear Cair Paravel, but they absolutely do not miss its chamber pots. Indoor plumbing is amazing.

It takes a while to remember how modern technology works, though. How many heart attacks did the siblings give their parents or the professor because they walked into a dark room only to turn on the light and find the children sitting there in the dark. (They were by the window! There was still plenty of light from the sunset! They would have gotten a candle in a minute!) The kids sheepishly remember oh yeah electricity is a thing.

(Edmund has a new electric torch in Prince Caspian. He was so excited to get that torch. Almost more excited than you'd think a kid his age would be, and his parents expect Peter at least to tease him, but the siblings all agree light in your hand at the touch of a switch is terrific.)

Suddenly getting really high grades in some subjects and terrible in others. Their grammar, reading comprehension, spelling, vocab, even penmanship? Amazing. History and geography? They don't remember anything. One time in class Susan forgets Earth is round and wants to die.

Also they can never remember what the date is supposed to be because Narnia uses different months and years. They can estimate time really well by looking at the sun though, and Edmund at least can always tell which way is north etc without thinking about it (again, using the sun)

Okay but how many times did they go to pick something up or reach something and realize they are so much shorter and less muscled than they expect? It's a common sight to see Peter climbing on counters to reach a top cabinet, grumbling about how he's High King this is demeaning. (No he never takes the extra five seconds to grab a stool. He will climb that shelf.)

Peter and Susan being delighted because they are no longer almost thirty. (In a few years Edmund and Lucy will tease them about being old and their parents will not understand.)

Lucy doesn't have to deal with periods anymore for a few years yet. Susan might not either. Heck yeah

Lucy loves to climb into her siblings' laps and be cuddled. In Narnia she eventually she grew too big, but now she is small and snuggleable again. Peter is her favorite, and if she's upset, he'll tickle her and tell bad jokes until she's smiling again, but really she loves cuddling with all her family. She grew up without her parents; how many times did she just want to crawl into her mom's lap and her mom was a world away? Imagine the first time she realizes she can now. Or, imagine one day, a cold and grey sort of day, when the rain is pattering against the windows, and it sounds like the rain on the windows of the Professor's house, that first day they went exploring. It sounds like the day they played hide and seek. It sounds so like the rain on the windows of Cair Paravel, that if Lucy closes her eyes she can imagine she's back there, having tea and chatting with Mr. Tumnus before the fireplace of her room, and soon the rain will stop, and they will go out on the balcony and wave to the naiads and the dryads and the mermaids, who have come out to enjoy the rain and visit one other on the banks of the Great River winding past Cair Paravel down to the sea.

But if Lucy looks out the window, all she'll see is the rain over London, so it's not only a cold and grey sort of day, it's a lonely sort of day too.

Susan and Edmund are playing chess in the living room (and they must have studied with Professor Kirke, thinks their mother, because they certainly weren't that good when they left). Lucy goes over to Edmund, and oh dear, thinks their mother, now he's going to call her a baby and be horrible to her, but instead he picks her up and puts her on his lap without even taking his eyes off the chessboard; it's simply a matter of course.

"Doesn't the rain sound familiar?" says Lucy in a solemn, wistful way.

Their mother doesn't know what that means, but her siblings must, because Susan says, "Yes, Lu, it does,” and Edmund gives her a little hug with his free arm as she tucks herself under his chin to watch the chess match.

(Five minutes later there is a crash from the next room as Peter falls off a counter. Their mother does not understand the words he must have picked up from the Professor, but he's grounded for them anyway. His siblings have no respect for their High King, because they refuse to stop laughing.)

[justanothervaultie]

Lucy saw the Ghoul in the SD-Mart!!

I didn't notice that control panel in the SuperduperMart even after 2 rewatches. It took a YT compilation for me to catch onto it. OMG

Had to add the notification.

[imnothereokuwu]

The aides were lying, there's no peace in the castle's garden.

Woohoo! I've finished a sketch with a new coloring style! I've been busy lately and forgot the existence of Tumblr.

On another note, I've opened commissions! Please PM me if you're interested!

↓ The same art but with text ↓

The queen can never be mad at them for long.