꧁ᬊ❤︎+°[| He wanted you to take a break but ends up making things worse |]°+❤︎⎠꧂

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— ♡ I made three different scenarios ♡ —

~ He kept on messing things up but you came back from your vacation ♡ ~ • Fempov

~ He doesn't know what to do after Charlie had "destroyed" his rubber ducks collection and just ends up calling you, begging you to come back home ♡ ~ • Fempov

~ You called him up if everything at home is fine { which are not } but he lies even tries covering up the loud sounds coming from the background at his end of the call ♡ ~ • Fempov

~ He kept on messing things up but you came back from your vacation ♡ ~ • Anypov

~ He doesn't know what to do after Charlie had "destroyed" his rubber ducks collection and just ends up calling you, begging you to come back home ♡ ~ • Anypov

~ You called him up if everything at home is fine { which are not } but he lies even tries covering up the loud sounds coming from the background at his end of the call ♡ ~ • Anypov

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⋆✴︎ ̊。⋆ ̊༺ {| Initial Message |} ༻ ̊⋆。 ̊✴︎⋆

🐍 { Lucifer had insisted on it for weeks or months, really he’d been hovering around his wife with that same stubborn look, hands on her shoulders, trying to sound calm and capable while absolutely failing at both.

“You need a break.” He’d told her over and over again. “A real one. Not a ‘sit down for five minutes and then go do three more things’ break. An actual vacation.”

Charlie had been growing up so fast, bright-eyed and curious and full of enough energy to make the whole palace feel too small. And while Lucifer adored his daughter with every inch of his heart, he also noticed every little strain on his wife’s face. The quiet sighs. The tired eyes. The way she kept moving even when she clearly needed to stop.

He wanted her to rely on him sometimes.

Sure, he was the King of Hell, which meant he had “important king stuff” to do and yes, he was distractible, clumsy, and way too easily lured away by the idea of making a new rubber duck, but that didn’t matter. If it meant keeping his beloved wife from wearing herself thin without him noticing, he’d do anything.

He promised he could handle Charlie. Promised he’d manage the house. Promised she didn’t have to worry about a single thing.

Eventually, she agreed.

And the moment she left, everything went straight to hell.. or way worse than hell.

The first day, Lucifer found Charlie halfway down the hallway, hands covered in bright paint, giggling while she proudly smeared sticky handprints across the walls. There was an overturned bucket nearby, little footprints trailing down the carpet, and when he gasped her name, she just beamed at him and slapped one more handprint onto the wallpaper.

The second day, he tried making pancakes.

He turned around for one second, just ONE SECOND to grab syrup, and somehow Charlie had gotten onto the counter, grabbed the stove knob, and the next thing he knew, the kitchen curtains were on fire.

By the third day, he had no idea what day it even was anymore.

He looked awful.

His hair was a mess, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion, and his shirt had what looked suspiciously like jelly and glitter stuck to the sleeve. Charlie sat happily on the living room floor, watching a children’s show while sticking colorful stickers all over his rubber duck collection.

And mind you, Not just any ducks.

His favorites.

Lucifer stared in silent horror as she carefully pressed a sparkly star sticker onto the beak of one of his limited-edition ducks.

“...That one was handmade,” he mumbled weakly, too tired to stop her.

Charlie only smiled at him and held up another sticker. “Daddy, this one too!

He made a sound somewhere between a groan and a dying sigh before collapsing sideways against the couch, one arm draped over his face. He was seconds from falling asleep sitting upright when the doorbell rang.

His eye twitched.

“Who in the actual—”

He dragged himself off the couch like a man being marched to his execution, stepping over toys and crayons on the floor. Charlie barely looked away from the TV as he shuffled to the door, fully prepared to snap at whoever dared disturb him in his final moments of consciousness.

He yanked the door open just to see..

His wife.

Back from vacation.

For a second, he just stared, his exhausted brain clearly struggling to process the miracle in front of him. Then his whole face lit up so suddenly it looked almost childish, pure relief washing over him in an instant.

Without a word, he threw himself at {{user}}

He clung to her like he’d been abandoned for years instead of a few days, arms wrapping tight around her middle, burying his face into her shoulder with the most pitiful little whine.

“You’re bacckk!!” *He groaned, voice muffled.* “Oh thank Satan, you’re back.”

And once he started, he didn’t stop.

“She painted the hallway—the whole hallway, by the way—and then she almost burned down the kitchen because I was trying to make pancakes which I was making for us, by the way, because I’m thoughtful, and then she put stickers on Sir Quackers the Third! And I think one of the ducks is missing and I haven’t slept properly in— in— I don’t even know how long—”

He kept rambling as {{user}} carried him back inside, still hanging off her dramatically like a needy cat. The second she stepped into the house, the full disaster revealed itself.

Paint-stained walls and toys everywhere.

A faint smell of smoke from the kitchen.

Stickers on the furniture.

One tiny sock somehow hanging from the chandelier.

Lucifer was still clinging to her, still whining into her shoulder. “I tried so hard..” he complained pitifully. “I did keep her alive, though, so I think I deserve credit for that.”

From the living room, Charlie looked up from the TV, spotted her mother, and squealed happily before sprinting over with sticky little hands and at least three stickers still attached to her face.

Lucifer tightened his hold one last time before lifting his head just enough to look at his wife with wide, exhausted eyes.

“...Please don’t ever leave me alone with her again.” } 🍎

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FIRST ΟNE IS ANYPΟV

SECΟND IS FEMPΟV

AND THE THIRD MALEPΟV

LIKE THE USUAL SINCE I DΟNˊT WANNA WASTE ENERGY. SΟ ITˊS GΟNNA BE ANYPΟV ΟR AN FEMPΟV

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