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Angel was used to the snorting and sniffling that came every night around 2 am.
It was a regularity, Fat Nuggets liked to get up and go for late-night snacking.
What Angel wasn't used to was Nuggs yanking on his nightie. The piglet kept tugging the loose clothing, trying to wake his dad.
Angel heaved a deep sigh and sat up, eyebrow raised as he looked at the piglet. Fat Nuggets spun in a circle and began hopping. This was a sign to follow, so Angel stood.
The spider popped his back with a groan, shuffling behind the speedy piglet. It was leading him to…
Alastor.
Suddenly, Angel was much more awake. Ever since he and Lucifer started caring for Smiles, things had turned for the better. Alastor was an AgeRegressor. He would mentally regress to a different age to cope with things.
It was healing for not just Alastor, but Angel and Lucifer as well. Both of them adored caring for Alastor, and Alastor trusted them.
So being led to Alastor's room in the middle of the night had Angel worried. More than worried.
He slipped into the room easily, finding the poor deer curled up and whimpering softly. This was alarming. Alastor almost never got sick or anything, so Angel was concerned.
“....Smiles?”
“...’Gie!”
Oh. He's sick, and he's little. Poor thing.
Angel didn't hesitate to get into the bed with the slightly shorter demon, picking him up and placing him in his lap. Alastor was holding his tummy, and Angel could guess why.
“...’s cramps again, ya Smiley?”
“...oui…”
“I kno it hurts, I'm sorry snugglebuck. How ‘bout a hot bath and some chocolate? I used ta care for Molly n all through this kinda thing.”
“...pease.”
Angel Dust gathered the trembling demon in his arms, holding him close as he made the trek back to his own suite.
Hell has its own myriad of curses and things that just make the afterlife a living Hell… Lucifer's magic can only do so much. The first time Alastor experienced this with them, Lucifer had taken away the biological need for Alastor to have a cycle-
But Alastor was born with endometriosis. That was a “complex, multifactorial disorder,” as Lucifer had put it.
What that meant was that regardless, Alastor would always have this. Lucifer was able to grant him the chance to move about without the need for a cycle, which the deer had been more than thankful for… but that didn't stop this fucking disease from hurting the little deer.
Alastor whimpered again as Angel slipped into the bathroom with him.
“Alright Smiley baby, I'm gonna run ya a hot bath, an ya get bubbles. How's dat?”
“‘Gie… pease.. wif.”
“...with? Are ya sure, Al?”
“...oui. Hurt.”
“...okay.”
Angel first got Alastor undressed, helping him into the sudsy water once it was time. He asked once more for clarification when Alastor looked at him patiently, but nothing had changed. Alastor did want Angel to take a hot bath with him.
Angel Dust let out a soft breath. This was *Alastor* he was with.
Alastor didn't want to ask him for some ulterior motive. He wanted his… partner? Friend? Caretaker?
He wanted the person that Angel was to cuddle him and hold him while he was in immense pain.
So why was he…
Angel Dust hiccuped, fist covering his mouth. Can't let such a little one see him so distraught.
Alastor's ears perked up, and he reached out gently, suds dripping from his hands as he cupped Angel's face. “...mon ange?”
Angel frowned. “Al… i didn' mean for ya to age up! I-”
“...not. am.. between?” Alastor tilted his head. “But needed me. Needed fawn?”
“...yes, I did.”
“...snuggle?”
“Yeah- yeah, I can. I just…”
“Is okay. I know sometimes is scary, sometimes when memories come. But you are very brave, ‘Gie. Am proud of you.”
Sometimes, mon ange, things will get scary, and when those things happen, even if I'm not in my adult mindset, just know I will always be there for you. I can and will; you are mine. I am yours. You are Lucifer's. I am Lucifer's. We are each other's. And that... that in and of itself is beautiful. Lean on me, even if I'm a
“Bitty baby boy that ya are, Smiles.” Angel sniffled, wiping a stray tear as he booped Alastor's nose. He joined the deer in the tub, watching Alastor settle into his snuggles. Alastor nestled into him, purring softly.
Oh- this was
“AW YOU GUYS!”
Alastor jumped with Lucifer's loud interruption, but giggled as the Devil quickly snapped his clothes away and joined them in the large tub.
“I wanna be skin to skin too! I heard it helps with pain. Nuggs woke me up and brought me here.” Lucifer reached behind Alastor and pressed his thumbs into the deer's lower spine.
He must've done something right, Angel assumed, hitting some sort of pressure point. Alastor all but melted when Lucifer did, fully settling with them in the tub. The deer purred louder now that he was between his two favorite demons and settled for a nice nap.
Lucifer reached up to brush a stray tear from Angel. “You're really good with him, Dusty. I think, honestly, that he's happier with you around. I know you're still struggling, and it hurts sometimes, but fuck, you're strong.”
Angel smiled softly and nuzzled Lucifer. “You're supposed to be helping me care for a sick Bambi, not flirting.”
“Hey, if I were flirting, it'd be different. I'm caring for a sick Bambi and a sad Spider.” Lucifer gently scratched behind Alastor's ears and also scratched Angel's scalp. Both Sinners melted into the King, settling against him. Alastor was still twitching minutely, however, and that wasn't good.
Lucifer looked at Angel, a frown evident as he sighed. “Should we…?”
“I have an idea.”
The idea consisted of Lucifer being a living heating pad while Alastor lay on top of him ,facing the King. Angel Dust was seated on Lucifer's and Alastor's legs, gently massaging Alastor's back as the deer whimpered every once in a while. He was fighting sleep now, the poor thing's face buried in Fat Nuggets’ back. The piglet was doing his very best to soothe Alastor, watching the little one closely.
Angel Dust sighed deeply. “Ya can't keep fightin’ ya self. Let go and sleep, we'll be here.”
“Can't. Wan stay.. awake..”
“...Alastor. please. Rest, bitty Bambi.” Lucifer's brows furrowed.
Alastor shook his head, starting to protest again when he heard a soft humming.
It was hard to hear at first, but it slowly grew louder and steady, the only thing Alastor was really able to focus on as he listened. And the longer he listened, the more tired he got.
And then he settled, out like a light in Lucifer's arms. Angel gently slowed the massage, his humming continuing as he lay down next to them.
Alastor was moved to the middle and immediately cuddled his face into Angel's chest fur. Lucifer held Alastor from being and placed his hands on Alastor's lower stomach, still emitting heat to help with the cramps.
Together, they cared for their sore and sick bitty baby Bambi until he was okay once more.