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Lucifer's life had changed so much in the last few weeks. For starters he's now dating the Radio Demon, the person he once swore to be his enemy, and he has never been happier. The constant weight on his shoulders was seeming to disappear. He would definitely call Al the most caring partner he had ever even known, especially despite him being the actual Radio Demon.
It was just another random Tuesday in his life, he had made plans with Alastor for later and he was currently re=organising his desk for the fourteenth time that week. He was humming the tune of a song from The Great Quacksby when he started to notice some of his favourite ducks were missing and one in particular; the one he made with Charlie when she was a kid. That was his favourite as it was all he had left of his old life and whilst he didn't miss it so much he certainly missed doing little things like that with her when she was little.
The demon started to feel a pain in his chest and he really struggled to catch his breath. He collapsed onto the bed, sitting down but in a slouched position. Was he having a heart attack? He couldn't be, he felt more panic-stricken and uneasy than pain. His leg was uncontrollably shaking, then the other, and soon enough he was a crying mess, resting on the bed filled with this horrible feeling he really wished he could control.
ALASTOR'S POV
It was just another Tuesday once again for him, he had just finsihed a radio broadcast, made plans with his loving boyfriend and was now sitting on the couch nearest to the bar. His life too had seemed to drastically improve since he started dating Lucifer. One thing he already thought he wouldn't do nevermind the King Of Hell, though he did have to say he found it enjoyable and genuinely felt a strong amount of love for him. So much so that at times it scared him.
'Smiles?' Angel yelled from the bar, clearly quite drunk but still near enough the exact same personality nonetheless. 'Ya know where ya boyfriend is? Char-char here wants to know where the fuck her dad went.'
'Hmm, I'm afraid I haven’t seen him today.’ He replied, sounding as calm as ever. However that one simple question started to make him start to worry. Lucifer always came down to the bar or sat on the couch he spent alot of his time in the lobby so why wasn’t he here now?
‘I’m off to go and locate our King.’
He walked through the long corridors to reach Lucifer’s room; room 132. He started to feel more anxious, which was really quite rare from him, when he approached the door. What if something happened? He knew Lucifer didn’t have the greatest mental health so he felt himself jumping to conclusions that something terrible had happened. He knocked on the door once.
There came no reply.
He knocked again.
There came no reply.
He didn’t think before he just opened the door himself - he always made sure to knock to be polite but he would have gone insane if he had just been constantly knocking to receive no reply especially if he knew something bad might happen/ have happened to him in the meantime.
Once he opened the door he was met with a really frightened and scared looking Lucifer. His heart truly went out to him; he didn’t deserve this. There were tears rapidly steaming down his face so much so that he was worried he might get really dehydrated from it. His whole body was shaking, especially his hands which appeared to be completely uncontrollable.
‘Lucifer? Darling?’
Once again there was no response.
‘Is it okay if I come near you?’
He earned a small but confirming nod to which he knelt down in front of him. Lucifer felt so vulnerable he hated it. He always had this feeling in the back of his mind that Alastor and the other people in his life would realise that they deserved better than him and would leave him. Obviously they would never, but it happened to him once so he couldn’t help but worry that it would happen to him again.
‘Darling you appear to be having a panic attack. You’re going to be okay I promise just try to breathe with me honey.’ He held both of his hands out, to which the King took in his almost instantly. After minutes of trying to calm him down, he was no longer shaking or crying much for that matter. He fell forward into his arms, feeling himself being wrapped into his tight embrace.
After around a minute or so of comfortable silence, Lucifer finally spoke. 'How did you know to come and find me?'
'I felt like I hadn't seen you in a while and you usually come down to the lobby in the mornings so I began to worry about you. Everyone else at the bar were wondering where you were as well so I think they also felt themselves worry.'
'I'm sorry.' He tremulously muttered, now face to face with the other demon.
'What for darling? You haven't done anything wrong I promise you,' Alastor brought his lips up to press a firm kiss onto his forehead. He loved him more than anything and wished to bring him comfort and support when he needed it. He wanted to be the best boyfriend he could be.
'I just,' He paused, not knowing how to start or even say what was on his mind. 'I always feel like you all deserve better. You deserve a better boyfriend and Charlie deserves a better dad and-'
'I need you to stop what you're saying for a minute. You are truly the best boyfriend or partner I could ever imagine, and i'm not just saying to try and make you feel better that's what I truly think. You're an amazing father to her, I've seen the way she looks up to you and she asked about where you were before which also pushed me to go and check on you. I don't want you to ever think you're not good enough because you truly are better than anyone I could imagine. I love you more than anything Luci.'
'Thank you Al.' Was all he could manage out, he was truly shocked at how nice his words were and couldn't fathom much of a response.
'Would you like to tell me what triggered this panic attack?'
'It's stupid.'
'That's not what I asked, I asked if you would like to talk about it.'
'I was just re-arranging the ducks on my desk as I do most days and realised one of the ducks I made with Charlie wasn't there and I don't know I guess I just started to panic.'
'I don't find that stupid,' He kissed his hair again after realising how much the other enjoyed it. 'What would you like to do now? It's all up to you we can do anything you want to do.'
'Can we just lie down for a bit? I'm really tired and really want to sleep.'
In an instant, he picked him up bridal style, carefully placed him onto the bed like he was fragile, and wrapped his arms around him. Lucifer did the same, resting his had on his chest while his Alastor run his fingers reassuringly through his hair. They spent the rest of the day (and night) laying there, resting in each other's comforting embrace.
'Good night, mi amor.'