11th story in the Lucifer's Flock series! The fic involving Lucifer talking to his flock about death and him living past them all if no accidents occur around Chloe will be a separate fic written as a side fic after this man series is finished. Only three more stories to go after this one for the main series. It's almost done guys. I...I have spent almost a year on these fics, it will feel so weird leaving it behind.

Brotherly Love

Asking the Flock

They had finished their weekly Lost fix in a few hours as they always did, but this time was different.

Just a few days ago he had gotten through with talking about all of them and his sudden realisation of their eventual deaths. Thankfully none of them had laughed at him like he had been worried about. Instead all of them had been supportive and worried for him.

He hadn't brought up Amenadiel then, because the conversation had been deep enough on its own without another deep conversation on top of it.

It didn't occur to him at all that quite possibly this wouldn't be a deep conversation. He just assumed it would be because of the whole angelic brother thing going on. That and he wasn't too sure how Dusty would take adding in another person. Still, he sighed, turned off the television and pulled his wings in closer to him, making Dan tumble into his side and Chloe tumble into Dan's. Ella had already been lying against his other side.

He giggled slightly at the accidental too hard nudge. "Oops! Sorry you two. I just want to ask something of all of you. You too Dusty, so get over here Little Bird."

Dusty flew from his perch to Dan's shoulder and all of them looked at him.

He took a deep breath and let it out in a rush. "Okay, Doctor Linda, bless her soul for it, gave me an idea about the whole flock dying thing and I thought it might be a good idea to ask all of you if it was okay before actually...well, putting it into action, since it will affect all of you too."

The two girls looked worried, while Dan looked uncomfortable still against his side. He let his wings ease a bit so they could move away from him. Dan and Chloe shifted so they weren't lying on top of each other.

Oddly, it hadn't upset Dusty too much. The bird must realise it was an accident and not on purpose to get them closer.

"Well?" Ella asked, poking him in the side to get him to talk.

"Umm, well, I was wondering if any of you would object to adding Amenadiel to the flock. He'd be able to ground me and me him when deaths happen. It also will be good to have someone permanent there for me. Neither of us is going to die without...well, without Chloe being around us. And it isn't like he can go and fly off back home since he's lost his wings."

Chloe sighed loudly. "So I still miss out on the grooming thing?"

Lucifer laughed and shook his head. He had wanted to know if she'd bring that up, since she really seemed to like wings and what Dan and Ella did with his. "There's a chance he will get them back. I mean, technically, he still has the wings. They're just covered in only down. Think of a baby bird before its first true feathers come in. Balls of fluff. He is not happy with it, but when Dad forgives him for being a bit of a bastard, he'll grow his feathers back out. I'm sure of it. And then you can groom his wings to your heart's content."

Dan snorted and a grin appeared on his face. "So, in all their feathered glory, what do Amenadiel's wings look like?"

"Dark grey or black, depending on your point of view. They suit him well. He always kept his wings in such great care. It's a shame really, what happened."

The three of them looked at each other, before they all got up off the couch and left the room. He stayed on the couch and began to fidget with his cufflinks to try and tame the nervousness he was feeling. He knew that they need to talk about this and it was probably a decision they needed to make for themselves. Dusty had even gone, perched still on Dan's shoulder.

He had no idea why it made him so nervous to sit down in the living room and wait, while the others discussed this without him, but he also knew it wasn't his decision to make. They needed to make this one without him.

He had done his asking already, the rest was up to them...

Thankfully, they were only gone for 15 minutes. They came back in the tight knit group they had left as, still taking, but not about Amenadiel. From what he picked up when they reached him, they were talking about wing grooming.

A silly grin made its way on to his face as Dan and Ella were trying to talk her through it and using a dropped down feather as an example, though it was definitely the wrong type of feather to practice on.

It also made him fluff up in pleasure at knowing they had the big important discussion about flock business in the nest. It was the only room that had dropped down feathers in it.

He looked up at them from his seat as they joined him.

Dusty flew to perch on his head, as he always did nowadays when he was about to hear news he needed to hear. The bird began to groom his hair.

He calmed down slightly at the move. It also made him know that even if the answer was no, he'd still have others for the time being and he could try again later. That was always a good thing to know.

He was so thankful for all of them.

"Well, we talked about it," Ella stated. The others nodded.

"Worked out pros and cons for yes and no," Dan continued on.

Then Chloe smiled brightly at him. "We decided that, yes, he can join. If he wants to."

He jumped up onto his feet and swept them all up in a big hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! You're all the best things ever. And I'm so glad all of you understand and accept this."

"Of course we do, you dolt. It wasn't even really something we had to think that hard on. I think we had already decided on the yes, before we even go to the nest. But we still went over the short lists of pros and cons for both sides anyway, because you would never accept it if it wasn't a well thought out answer."

He nodded at what Chloe just said because it was very true. They seemed to all understand that flock meant a lot more to him than either Lux or police business. And every flock decision needed to be a hard yes for him to accept it.

Dusty even twittered his consent into his hair, which made him want to melt because it was unanimous. Somehow even the bird had understood how much this meant to him. The gentle feel of beak through his hair made his excitement calm down pretty quickly. So did the flap of wings against the side of his face when he had moved so suddenly while the bird was perched on top of his head.

How Dusty manage to stay attached to him without either flying or falling off was beyond him.

By the time they had all left for the night for their own lives and beds, he was excitedly thinking of ways he could convince his big bro to join his flock so soon after losing his last one.

He had the feeling his time was going to be going into that a lot.