Summary: Far in the future (10-yearish), Alisa and Lucifer are together. Itsuki is their adoptive son.

Kind of shit: Shipping shit. Yes, it is Alisa and the MC from LoF/Wolfbann

Canon?: Not really. More a What-If

Warnings:

"Alisa, dear, do you know where I have put Hunter's report?"

There was no answer, just shuffling and a curse in Russian echoing from the other room. Lucifer quirked an eyebrow as she set her hands on the wheels of her wheelchair and exited the room to investigate. Down the hallway, the door to their shared bedroom was open.

Lucifer's frown deepened as she moved towards it and as she reached the doorway barely dodged the bundle of fabric thrown in her direction. Her eyes spied into the room, seeing Alisa rummaging through their wardrobe, throwing one piece after another out of it.

The whole room was a mess. She had forgotten how many different articles of clothing Alisa had stuffed in there. Her gaze then wandered to the piece of cloth thrown at her.

A coquettish piece of white lingerie that Alisa had bought for one of their anniversaries.

Lucifer looked at it for a second longer, brain already working and trying to remember if there had been another anniversary that she had forgotten this time around. She wanted to curse at herself. She had tried to always keep an eye on the calendar but with the hectic things that had happened lately, it still could have slipped her mind.

"Alisa…" She addressed the woman that was still rummaging through the wardrobe. "Is this some new kind of flirting?"

The woman froze in motion, turned her head and looked at her and then at the piece of garment in her hand. It took exactly three seconds until Alisa's pale cheeks were stained scarlet red. She strode over and then fetched the piece of garment out of her hands.

"I-It's not!" More than ten years and that woman was still acting like a blushing teenager about it. It was not like their relationship had been chaste at all. Lucifer chuckled to herself. It was part of her charm.

"So if that's not it… Why are you raiding the dresser, dear?"

Alisa turned around on her heel, throwing the piece of cloth onto their large bed.

"Itsuki called earlier." She said with a huff as she pulled out a red dress, looked at it and clicked her tongue before she threw it onto the pile. "He's bringing his girlfriend over today."

Lucifer frowned. "Oh?"

Itsuki made a habit to bring over a couple of people for dinner, mostly his friends and his best friend Ren. It wasn't that out of the ordinary and Alisa never made a fuss about it – in fact, she was rather happy about meeting the people their son associated with. That he, for once, brought over a lover, was just the logical next step from Lucifer's perspective and she was feeling a semblance of happiness about it. He wanted them to meet his significant other and make them a part of their lives. She knew he could very well never introduce them and just do his own thing.

"So? That's great." Lucifer moved into the room, starting to pick up a couple of clothes and started folding them on her lap.

"Couldn't he have told me sooner? I mean, I don't know if I have enough food or what to do for dinner or what to wear…" Alisa ran her hands through her white hair, a frustrated sound escaping her throat as she hasted through the room.

"Alisa, calm down. He's probably not bringing over the branch director's daughter. If he does, then I have a couple of questions for our resident Shinigami."

Alisa suddenly stopped in her tracks. "Speaking of Soma." Then she turned around to her. "I have met him today. He said something about dropping by tomorrow."

Lucifer grimaced slightly at that. "I'm glad that he has time for a personal visit but he could spend his free time with something more important than visit little old me."

"I…might have told him that you couldn't quite stomach the new meds."

Lucifer sighed and closed her eyes. "I knew you would do that, even though I told you that it's not that bad. It was fine."

"It's not fine if you have trouble keeping them down." Alisa lectured her. An old quarrel they had at this point. Ever since she was forced to take them due to her body starting to deteriorating otherwise. The side-effects were nothing major compared to that if she didn't take them, she would probably spit out blood then and there and would be confined to a bed.

"They are far better than the last batch I have gotten from the science department. So, there's some improvement." Lucifer couldn't do anything else but shrug. "…At least, I can meet him in a less professional setting now and I can probably convince him to take a vacation or some time off. His working hours are worrying me."

Alisa quirked an eyebrow and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Like yours are better."

"Hey, I have a regular sleeping schedule compared to someone in this room who fell asleep in the kitchen again." The woman in the wheelchair retorted with a smirk and waved it off. "We can discuss this later. Now we should concentrate what our little wayward cat is going to drag in."

"Yeah, but don't think I'm finished with you. Promise me, you won't run away after that dinner."

"Alisa, we live in the same apartment, share the same bed and I'm in a wheelchair for god's sake." She chuckled and then reached for her hand, taking it into her own. "Don't worry, I'm not going to avoid this discussion. I know this is important to you."

Alisa let her go and sighed, stepping out of her sigh.

A pair of arms slid from behind around her shoulders. A cheek pressed against her hair. Lucifer smirked, one hand resting on the pale underarm that snuck around her neck.

"Alisa, dear. Don't make that face." She didn't need to see it know what an expression he was making.

"It will be fine, Alisa. I might have my prime long behind me but that doesn't mean I'm going to drop dead on the spot. I'm far too stubborn for that. That aside, I can't really go anywhere with a good conscience because I know Itsuki has the romantic talent of a brick and I don't want that poor girl to suffer from that kind of train wreck."

She heard Alisa snort as she unsuccessfully tried to hold in a laugh.

"He can be charming." Alisa tried to defend him, still chuckling to herself.

"Of course he is. He is our son after all but he is seriously lacking in the sweet-talk department. I overheard him practicing pickup lines in front of the mirror a week ago."

"Really?"

"Really. It was somewhere between hilarious and pitiful."

"And you didn't offer some help?"

"Let him have at least a little bit of dignity. I'm his mother. I don't know if he wants tips from me how I sweet talk you into bed every now and then."

"Y-You don't have to mention that." Alisa cleared her throat. "Was he really so bad?"

"I have recorded it. I can show you so you can see it for yourself later."

"You are a horrible, horrible person."

Lucifer shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Guilty as charged. The name doesn't come from anywhere. I found it too precious to just let it slide. Perhaps I might bring it up at dinner."

"Don't you dare embarrass him in front of his girlfriend when he comes over," Alisa warned, her voice still light from amusement although she tried to sound serious.

"Don't need to. I think he will do that just fine by himself." She let her hand trail over Alisa's arm and then gave it a quick pat to signal her to let her go.

"It's going to be fine. Now stop frowning and pick a dress, doesn't matter what really. You always look stunning in everything you wear." Lucifer gave her a wink and a small smirk.

The woman blushed a little. "T-That's…"

Even after years, some things just didn't change. Easily embarrassed by even the smallest of compliments.

Lucifer just chuckled. "True. There are still a lot of people who envy me for having you. I can understand them you are just too cute to not notice."

"I'm not cute…" Alisa mumbled under her breath, avoiding eye-contact.

"Sure, love. Whatever makes you happy." She patted Alisa's cheek lightly and laughed. "I will check what we have in the fridge and sent Hunter a message to bring us enough that we can, at least, make enough Borscht, alright?"

A/N: Explanation: Jup I have played with the idea and tried my hand in romance a couple of times. I just thought that giving Lucifer some kind of happy ending (even if it is bittersweet due to her being stuck in a wheelchair and her failing health) and some semblance of family, would be nice. However, it is old and probably will never be used in the main story since Lucifer's end will probably be uncertain (if she survives that long anyway).

Fun fact: Oddly enough, Hunter (and Itsuki) were the things that survived the purge of this shot. Both characters still exist in the terms of the main story but not quite with the same roles intended in this shot.