Charlie cried into her lap before she knew it, large tears rolling down her cheeks as she buried her face in, golden locks spilling like a waterfall, over the drapery of her dress. “You remind me of my Mom…”
“Oh perhaps I can admit it, but you’d have to drag me kicking and screaming,” he hummed, fangs absently nibbling on the king’s wing.
It seems someone has learned, too late, that no…orbeez are not ‘bitter candies’. He’s trying to ignore the feeling of illness by doing something chaotic to keep his mind off it.
rewatching the good place like I always do and realizing how SIMILAR Michael is to both Lucifer and Alastor. My portrayal of Alastor anyway
the horrible and cruel demon that finds himself becoming the parent figures of the sinners he originally meant to just torment and help them redeem, who’s bizarre and eccentric and chipper and adorable
"What would you say if I offered a luxurious bath for this afternoon, mm?" Lilith rests her chin on Lucifer's shoulder, hugging him around the waist and swaying side-to-side.. She presses a kiss to the side of his head. "We can even include a bath bomb. ~"
Lucifer’s gaze slides up to look far, far up at his beloved, his sweet caramel apple, the sweetest apple of his eye. And he falls in love with her all over again. How is it possible to be smitten each and every time he gazes into her eyes? How is it possible to love someone this much?
Fingers entwine with the ones curled around him, a soft goat’s blest of happiness leaving him, and a sensual little growl. “I say I’m bubbling for a good time with you, pretty lady.” Maybe he should say something more sexy, but in retrospect, if she didn’t want puns, she married the wrong man-
She grabbed his cheeks in her little palms, smooshing them together and pressing her face just about against his. “What if all the sweets I desire is what I want?”
*
Niffty stayed clung to the king’s lapel, still tucked in his collar and clung to his belly. Her eye narrowed. “You should know…I got high standards.”