(lowk very inspired by the ‘my deer nanny’ comic, still don’t really ship radioapple, but some fluff could be nice)

Alastor leaned against the doors of the Hotel, grimacing in pain. He’d landed himself into a fight, and while he won- obviously, why wouldn’t he?- he was still heavily injured.

He glanced down at the hand pressed against his stomach, lifting it up slightly to see the blood. His head spun as the door finally opened, and Lucifer opened the door.

He expected the look of disgust and annoyance on the shorter man’s face, but could hardly stop himself from collapsing into Lucifer, shutting his eyes.

The fallen angel froze, seemingly speechless, before letting out a breathy laugh. “What the fuck.”