Mc and Luke are in the human world, Mc is showing Luke a photo album from when they were a child
Luke: Ha, ha, ha, how cute, who is that tiny human?
Mc: That's me *laughs*
Luke: Whaaaaaaat?
Mc: Yes, that's me *laughing* when I was less than a year old, and here *turning pages* I was twelve.
Luke: *with sparkling eyes* Here you're like me!!
Mc: Yep, a few years ago I was like you.
Luke: *thoughtful* Humans grow up so fast, so even if I had met you back then… you would have been an adult in no time.
Mc: Yes, that's true.
Luke: The younger angels were born as babies, but I don't remember much beyond the great war, and we don't have these books either.
Mc: Well, that's not entirely true *gets up and comes back with another album*
Luke: What's that?
Mc: YOUR album.
Luke: !!
Mc: I've been filling it with all the photos we have since we met *flipping through the pages* all the events, projects, and so on.
Luke: *blushing with emotion* But there are so many photos!
Mc: I know, that's why even though time passes and I change, you'll always be able to remember these moments and how much I appreciate spending them with you.
Luke: *hugging them tightly* I don't know what to say… thank you.
Mc: You're welcome *hugging him back*
Luke: *looking at them with a smile* We're going to fill many more albums.
Mc: *smiling back* As many as you want.
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Mc and Luke are a found family, no doubt about it.
I just saw this on X/twitter and I wanted to see if you'd have any thoughts or headcanons to add 👀
Yeah, I've had this Idea for a while but couldn't quite put it into words, the gloves thing is an excellent idea though so good job for them, only problem is that it would be more to the centre of his hand or near his wrist as Asmo likes doing all the brothers nails including Lucifer's. Anyway I'll add a little drabble under the headcanons.
Lucifer secludes himself in his office when he starts picking at his skin so no one catches him doing it.
Diavolo is aware of the scars but he's never been able to catch Lucifer in the act in order to stop him. He got Lucifer some pain stim toys which do help sometimes, but unfortunately not always.
Lucifer will subconsciously pick at his gloves in uncomfortable situations, he did so even when he lost his memories in Season two during the Night Dagger arc.
Lucifer has sets of fingerless gloves so Asmo can do his nails without seeing the scars. Luckily Asmo doesn't question ripped off hangnails.
Lucifer mostly picks at his left hand since he writes with his right but he is ambidextrous.
Lucifer will pick until he bleeds. sometimes accidentally hitting an artery but since demons regenerate quickly he doesn't die.
Lucifer's picking isn't always on his hand, sometimes he picks at the rest of his forearm or on his thighs. Occasionally he pulls out a feather or two from his wings because it hurts more but he never leaves permanent damage on his wings.
Lucifer will feel guilty for picking but the guilt makes him anxious making him pick more. It is not just guilt though, he was God's perfect creation, physically at least, so he feels good destroying the body God Loved so much.
The brothers had hardly ever seen Lucifer without his gloves. Trying to see his hands had become something of a game amongst them. Mammon had stolen several pairs but Lucifer always seemed to have more, Satan trying biting Lucifer's hand to make his older brother take them off and look at the damage but Lucifer just looked annoyed, and Asmodeus tried to get Lucifer to let him paint his nails like old times but Lucifer had fingerless gloves at the ready. At this point the brothers knew their eldest was messing with them a little so they tried to get Mc to pact him out of his clothes. Despite all the begging, Mc respected most of Lucifer's boundaries so all the brothers were told to sit and had their request went ignored. It was not long before all the brothers finally gave up and left Lucifer alone, there were other ways to mess with the eldest but the curiosity still remained.
Lucifer looked at a photo of his brother with the eyes of a man that would die for them. He is God's "perfect creation" so he doesn't see himself as flawed, or maybe he is flawed now that he is fallen, but he still has purpose, a reason for existence. He is perfect because there is no other option except perfection if he truly was to protect his brothers, an endeavour in which he has repeatedly failed. Lucifer could take pride in his appearance, lack of weaknesses, and work, but it would all be meaningless. He leaned back in his office chair as he pushed the photo face down. He didn't want to look at his failures staring back at him. He removed his gloves and examined the scars both fresh and old. All were self inflicted with the exception of the one right in the centre where Micheal's sword had been driven straight through during the war. What he wouldn't give to have that feeling again, preferably through his throat as payment for what he has turned his brother's into. He started to scratch and to pick and with each scar he remembered how he ruined them all. Mammon used to have self control, Leviathan used to be able to enjoy others company on some level, Asmodeus used to make sure everyone believed they were beautiful without fancy nicknacks, Beel used to be content without starvation ripping him apart, and Belphegor used to have at least a bit of passion for life.
The newest additions on Lucifer's hands created a puddle of blood on the desk below but he wasn't paying attention. He liked the pain, it was a relief for Lucifer to suffer as he deserved. He probably deserved more for ruining his brother's lives, but others would notice if he ever decided to start ripping his organs from their places and sewing them back into himself. Lucifer can remember when he did that, the pain he gave himself was as excruciating as it was a relief but Diavolo caught on and the only way he got out of it was by saying he wanted to test his abilities as a demon and see if anything else inside him had changed besides his soul. His eyes wandered over to a drawer, and within that drawer was a very special safe. Within the contents were a will, one he had written and notarised which would leave his brothers with enough cash to survive the next three millennia. Lucifer never told anyone of the safe, the will, or the lethal dose of poison in that safe. He considered drinking it, but that would make him just as cruel as the Father for abandoning his brothers so he punished and picked at himself as penitence for the very thought of leaving. He thought about it again, how much happier they would be without him looming, and he picked away again because they still needed someone around. Maybe Mc could be that someone to replace him, but humans do not last long enough.
Lucifer hummed as he started to feel lighter, he had driven the claw of his right index finger straight through his left hand and was losing blood. He must've hit the radial artery, but he didn't quite wish to stop the bleeding just yet. He removed his claw slowly, letting the pain last until his finger was free. Lucifer tilted his head back with a seep sigh and stared at the ceiling that was starting to blur against the tears in his eyes. He hated the pain, but he deserved it for his crimes against his own siblings. He shut his eyes to stop the ceiling from spinning above him. He felt like he was drowning and every moment was like resisting against the current. For a moment he stopped having any feeling in his hand, which wasn't what usually happened. He looked down at the pool of blood underneath his hand and sighed like it was a bother as he used magic to heal himself and make the blood disappear. He didn't like feeling of warmth that came from the healing spell, so he picked again to correct the fact he had felt comfort. He watched carefully now, making sure he wouldn't have to heal himself again. He finally stopped after hearing a sudden crash from the living room. He put his glove back on and stood to go fix another problem. Lucifer would handle everything just like always, just like always he would pick again, and then it would repeat without anyone to stop him.
“This chair is pretty comfortable.” After getting the texts from Simeon you came over to see what his new reading chair was like, if he could spend hours sitting in it reading you were expecting it had to be comfortable.
“It is.” A small chuckle that is part amusement and part disbelief. “I think you’d notice more if you were sitting on the cushion and not my lap.” When you had arrived you simply plopped yourself down so your legs were draped over one of the armrests.
“Maybe, do you want me to move?” Raising an eyebrow at him as you slide your palm along his bare shoulder. Watching the smallest flush grow along his cheeks and those sinfully blue eyes of his darting to the side so he isn’t looking directly at you.
“How would you read the book with me if you did?” It’s your turn to laugh because of course he’d come up with an excuse to keep you right where he wants you. Making another adjustment so your head is leaning against his chin as you settle in to join him. Well aware of his gloved hand resting on your hip to help keep you balanced on his lap.
Later when you nod off Simeon wishes he could get a picture to remember this by, but getting up would require him to move you. And he just can’t seem to figure out how to take the image with his D.D.D since he can’t get both of you in the frame. Maybe someday he’ll learn how to flip the camera on the device.
It’s only when Luke shows up to scold Simeon for staying up reading that he notices both of you asleep in the chair, with the book grasped in Simeon’s gloved hand and one of his fingers serving as a bookmark that you both jerk awake at the sudden interruption.
At least the chair is sturdier than it looked with both of you flailing around in it.
