#lucifer fanfic

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: i’m a good look on you

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: M / NSFW

genre: angstish… romance

pairing: lucifer x reader

summary: with lilith back in the picture you tried very hard to keep the small, jealous voices away. but as she, charlie and lucifer all laugh at something at a party and he hand holds his shoulder, it’s hard to keep the green eyed monster away today.

warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT. MINORS DNI.

Smut under the keep reading, Minors DNI.

as you sipped your martini from the couch, you watched as lucifer and charlie were talking animatedly about something that tickled their fancy. a content smile stretching across your face, seeing your partner finally get along with his child, like you knew they would. charlie needed him, he needed charlie. what they didn’t need was her.

the woman who was gliding up to them, put her hands on both their shoulders and bent down, saying something that made both charlie and lucifer laugh. it was true, when lilith returned, she had explained that she had been gone for seven years and effectively, her and lucifer were divorced. you were amicable, polite and kind consistently to the woman, as you knew how much she meant to charlie. but there was an ugly feeling that reared its ugly head as you watched her grasp lucifer’s shoulder and he laughed so gleefully with them. 

you diverted your attention, sipping your drink again and watching husk put on what looked like a magic show for angel. as you got lost in thought, you were yanked back down to reality as lucifer came over and sat on the arm of your chair. 

“whatcha lookin’ at darlin’?” he asked, his cheeks tinged red.

“just watching husk and angel, they’re cute together.” you respond back with an easy smile, your hand lifting and resting high on lucifer’s thigh. his eyes widening at your brazen display.

“h-honey?” he asks, bewildered.

“hmmmmm?” you hum, slowly looking up at him and taking a sip of your drink.

“what’re…” his voice trailed off. 

“making sure everyone here knows what’s mine, love.” you say easily, pressing a kiss against his neck while you tightened the grasp on his thigh. “could i pull you away from this party for just a moment, my king?” you ask lowly. you see him gulp as he tries to appear fine to everyone.

“yes.” he exhales out, relaxing when you lean away and take your hand off his thigh. “yes, you may.” he responds as you stand up, finish your drink and hold out your hand waiting for him. he takes your hand and you lead him quickly upstairs, hearing angel whistle after both of you, you shake your head. quickly heading to the bed room, you open the door for lucifer as he walks in looking at you questioningly. 

“did i do something? you look upset.” he says coming toward you.

“you didn’t do anything to upset me luce. i just…” you sigh as you drag your hand through your hair, stress peeling off you now that you weren't the the middle of a party. you look in his citrine eyes and smile. “it seems so silly when you’re staring at me the way you are now.” you close the distance between you both and cup his face. his eyes widen in understanding.

“darling, you know…” he starts and you cut him off.

“i know. i know. i do know. it’s just hard, to look at you three and see how well you fit together and not feel like i’m the extra puzzle piece.” your voice comes out like a whisper as you tilt your head down, not wanting to actually look in his eyes.

“you’re not an extra puzzle piece. we weren't a puzzle that fit well either. maybe in some aspects, but not in the ones that end up counting for a relationship." lucifer shakes his head, "i mean, you’re the one who put me back together. i’m whole because of you. because of your love. i’m yours darling. nothin’ can change that.” lucifer easily lifts your head, looking into your eyes with a suave smile. you grin at him.

“you’re mine?” you ask, your voice an octave lower.

“all yours. however you want me.” he leans into you. “however you need me.” his voice is whispered past your ear and you shiver when his tongue traces the outer cartilage of your ear. your arms wrap around him easily as his name is growled out from your lips and he chuckles.

“how do you want me? hmmm, my love?” he asks, looking at you with half lidded eyes, your breathing fast against his face. you whine, barely containing yourself as you lift him straight up and fling yourself sitting on the bed. you situate him so he’s straddling you, giving him a height advantage as your hands settle on his hips. you quickly draw him into a kiss, feeling his tongue dart out asking for access. you allow him as your right hand trails from his hip to his ass, up his back and anchors in his hair, giving a slight pull. his cry engulfed by your kiss as you tug once more, your hands going back to his hips, guiding his rocking against your thigh.

you pull back, taking a breath as he bites his lip, trying to stay quiet. you stop his rocking and he looks at you upset and bewildered. 

“don’t silence yourself. i want everyone in this hotel to know who’s making you feel like this.” you rock his hips against you punctuating the sentence. “who takes care of you.” you rock his hips against your thigh again, applying more pressure. “who put you back together…” you whisper against his ear as he cries out, your hands guiding his pliant hips relentlessly against your thigh.

“oh-oh-i-it’s too much. please! i-“ he cuts himself off with a moan. 

“it’s not too much. or else you would have used your safe word.” you grin as his pretty eyes shine with shed tears. 

“i-i’m going to… oh-please!” he cries out.

“you’re going to cum? hmmmm, luci? tell everyone who’s making you feel like this. say it. scream my name.” you growl against him, quickening his rutting against you. he screams your name as his release is confined in his clothes and he collapses into you, breathing heavily.

you smile and pet his head, pushing back his hair and dragging your fingers against his scalp. him almost purring in your lap. you were about to speak, breaking the silence, when suddenly a knock interrupted you.

“ummm, hey, dad?” you hear charlie ask. your eyes widen.

“um, yeah-“ lucifer clears his throat as his voice came out much higher than intended. “yea-yeah, charlie?” 

“people are wanting to talk to you and have asked for you. so, you need to come back to the party!” charlie exclaims.

“i’ll be right there sweetie!” lucifer yells and you both wait until you can no longer hear footsteps any more. you sigh as lucifer gets off your lap and snaps his fingers looking strikingly put together. not at all like he had been begging to get off on your thigh moments before. you get up, smoothing out your dress when he snaps his fingers and your outfit is neatly put together too. you look at him and smile. 

“i owe you later.” he looks you up and down, his eyes settling on yours.

“c’mon, party awaits for you, my king.” you tease him walking out as you shake your head, his cheeks turn bright red at the title you casually use to address him. “i’ll be holding you to what you said too.” you raise your eye brows a few times. he rolls his eyes and grabs your hand.

“stay by my side, okay?” he asks, before you both go down stairs. you beam at him and nod, both of you making a re-entrance to the party.

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2023-12-25

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Legend: 〔E〕 ⇢ Erotic/Steamy | 〔F〕 ⇢ Fluff | 〔A〕 ⇢ Angst/Hurt 〔M〕 ⇢ Minor Angst/Hurt | 〔C〕 ⇢ Comfort | ♥︎ ⇢ Established Relationship | 𑁍 ⇢ Pregnancy/Children | 🚫 ⇢ Content Warning

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✑ A Date with the Devil by ayanna-wild • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Lucifer was nothing if not stubborn. Despite your continuous rejections to his attempts to ask you on a date, he persisted. Your resolve was beginning to wear away, and his proposal was looking more and more tempting."

✑ A Deal with the Devil by bewareofthecrazyperson • 〔E᜶F〕 •

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✑ A Devil's Wrath by everlastingdreams • 16+ • 〔F᜶C〕 • 🚫 •

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Summary: "It'd started as the ramblings of a near drunken conversation. You hadn't expected anything to come of it, but he insisted, promising you a night of fun. You agreed, [expecting a nice dinner between friends], but when the night ended and he asked again, you couldn't help but agree..."

✑ Acceptance by ayanna-wild • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♡ •

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✑ Baby Caution by ayanna-wild • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "You... expected him to go somewhat overboard with your first pregnancy… maybe a little fussing over your well-being. You did not, however, expect the amount of worrying and coddling the devil had for you now."

✑ Broken Wings by ayanna-wild • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: "It was a simple matter of loving the wrong man, but you couldn't control your heart. How was it fair for you to be punished? But life was cruel that way."

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✑ Darling Effort by bubblyani • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: Provoked by jealousy, you are determined to show Lucifer that you can be just as exciting in bed as anyone else.

✑ Detective Morningstar by matth1w • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "You're pregnant... great, right? Wrong. You know how much [Lucifer] doesn't like children. So being a responsible adult, you… lie and avoid him. Lucifer does some detective work and finds out, because of course he would."

✑ Devil Devil by lovingrosewho • 〔A〕 • ♡ •

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[subeteaishite]

🍎🦌 Ascensionsim 🍎🦌

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Alastor/Lucifer

Rating: E, for explicit

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary:

Alastor revels in watching the King scramble for every crumb of attention he gives, and revels even more in the pain and heartbreak in Lucifer’s eyes each time he realizes the Radio Demon will never love him back.

Songfic for “Ascensionism” by Sleep Token

Notable Tags: NSFW, emotional manipulation, all hurt and no comfort, top!Alastor, bottom!Lucifer, heavy sadism and masochism, biting, blood drinking, blood as lube, wing-fingering, anal sex, scratching, mentions of cannibalism, and Alastor being a terrible person

Minors DNI

{Cross-posted on Ao3, show me some love there!}

Who made you like this?

Who encrypted your dark gospel in body language?

Moans permeated in the air, hanging heavy like the drunken haze that had overtaken the two bodies entangled on the luxurious, four-poster bed.

As a general rule, Alastor didn’t let anyone touch him, nor did he touch others if it could be avoided. The sensation of hands against his skin had always been laced with abuse, leaving his body haunted with the ghosts of pain well into his afterlife. Those specters played into his own motivations for touching others, a well-taught lesson in how to inflict that same abuse, but with far greater tact; how many people and demons alike had he killed with a feather-light caress of his lips or the back of his hand, the effortless movements the nectar that lured them into the maw of the pitcher plant? Mortal souls were so predictable. At their weakest, they always wanted the same thing: connection, affection, adoration. All things that Alastor never cared for, but was more than happy to exploit in others for his own personal gain or his own twisted enjoyment. There was nothing sweeter than watching that easily-fostered security wilt away into terror and regret, self-hatred for falling for the light of an anglerfish.

Even immortal souls shared the same vices, leading him to make such a rare exception to his own rule against touch. After all, the King of Hell was so downright vulnerable, it was delicious. Alastor was a simple sinner, with simple desires; desires to wound and rip into the flesh of anyone who dared to consider themselves superior to him, dared to be superior to him. Lucifer Morningstar was superior—he held a level of power, a command of sorcery, that Alastor knew he would never hope to achieve, and he hated the king for it. Resented him, tremendously. It wasn’t as though he kept that information a secret. He addressed Lucifer with outright hostility, seeking to undermine him at every turn, to flip the power dynamic of any interaction they engaged with to get the upper hand, to render him subordinate. Their encounters filled Alastor with a hunger, one that could only be sated by hunting the king as a predator would his prey, to corner him and taste that divine flesh for himself. It wasn’t as though Lucifer was oblivious to this; truthfully, he seemed to admire it, taking every opportunity to goad Alastor further, driving his appetite to spiral. It was almost like he was flirting, and Alastor was certainly the type to see an opportunity when it presented itself and use all manner of tools at his disposal to seize it.

Nobody better than the perfect enemy

Digital demons make the night feel heavenly

Lucifer knew better, yet here they were.

The sight below him was almost too much to bear as Alastor leaned up, cleaning the rose gold blood from his fingers with his tongue. The fallen angel was disheveled, to say the least; his golden hair tousled, his white blouse unbuttoned and bloodstained, his pants bunched up at the center of his thighs, just above his knees, underneath a cacophony of deep, oozing bite marks he’d left there. Alastor grazed his palm across his handiwork, digging a razor-sharp claw into one of the welts left by his fangs. Lucifer cried out in agony, but his face betrayed an opposite sentiment, glowing with ecstasy. He was a masochist, which paired far too well with the sadism all but written into Alastor’s genetic code. “More!” he whined, pleading with the sinner through half-lidded eyes. The deer happily obliged, twisting his wrist and exacerbating the incision, reveling in the way Lucifer’s body jerked, his hands grabbing onto Alastor’s fully-extended antlers for purchase, cheekbones illuminated by the faint, red glow of his eyes.

They only played in their purest demonic forms; it would be a pointless exercise otherwise. Their monstrous visages were the most accurate representations of who they really were, of the madness that lurked beneath the masks they tried so hard to maintain in mixed company. There was no need to keep up a pretense behind closed doors, not when they craved to indulge in the absolute worst of one another. Alastor pulled his finger from the wound, now made twice the size it had been previously, and smeared the blood across Lucifer’s lower lip. He leaned down to lap it up, his prey whimpering and inclining his head forward to make it a full-blown kiss; not that Alastor minded. It gave him the perfect opportunity to worry the man’s lip beneath his pointed teeth, drawing more of his sweet, practically addictive blood.

The Radio Demon’s hands whispered across Lucifer’s cock, the fallen angel twitching and gasping with each tiny caress. He was so sensitive when he was vulnerable like this, his stare betraying an emotion Alastor knew was there, but Lucifer would never speak into full form. It made him want to laugh as he thumbed at the slit, smearing precum across the head; to think, the King of Hell had fallen again, for someone so far below his status. How poetic, how predictable. It wasn’t the first time he’d fallen in love with a human soul. Alastor wrapped his hand around the shaft, laying each digit against the fevered skin one by one, so agonizingly slowly that Lucifer’s hips bucked with each moment of new contact. He tightened his grip, flicking his wrist as he languidly moved his hand up and down at the perfect speed to make the king begin to fall apart beneath his palms.

These trysts had become so common for the two of them in the past few months. From the second they laid eyes on one another in the hotel, they believed they saw past each other’s charade. Lucifer, pretending to be a caring father—like he hadn’t spent the seven years since his wife left him wallowing in self-pity, not giving his daughter the slightest ounce of his mental energy, only getting in touch with her to slake off his responsibilities. Alastor, pretending to be a well-intentioned, civil hotelier—when in reality, he was only around to manipulate Charlie and everyone in her vicinity for his own selfish gain, a monster who found his greatest joy in watching others suffer, particularly those tried endlessly to do the right thing, only to fail. Their mutual disgust and disdain for one another had become a game of preying on each other’s weaknesses; Alastor’s gluttonous need to relish in the agony and flesh of others, Lucifer’s need for physical contact and emotional intimacy. They each came to the table thinking they were going to win, but Alastor knew he was the only one equipped for victory.

Tell me you met me in past lives, past life, past what might be eating me from the inside darling…

Half algorithm, half deity; glitches in the code or gaps in a strange dream?

Humans and angels both were made in the same mold, made to be images of a God who knew nothing but love—a love that Lucifer had muddied with his fingerprints and a few sets of bite marks on an apple. If Alastor could fill a human with infatuation, make them go against their better instincts to follow him to their final resting place in a shrouded wood, a fallen angel would be just as simple to manipulate. After all, they were modeled after the same Creator; there couldn’t be too many differences. He knew, the moment he agreed to this arrangement with the king, that after months of these encounters, Lucifer would fall in love with him; and he did, just as Alastor had predicted. Oh, he loved being right. It was truly intoxicating, stringing along someone who was in love with him. Watching them come to the realization, over and over again, that those feelings would never be reciprocated, but unable to prevent themselves from desperately accepting any shred of attention Alastor gave them, was a high unlike no other—a sumptuous feast of agony that, every so often, slaked his need to consume, consume, consume flesh and bone alike.

Alastor dragged the sharp point of his index finger around the base of Lucifer’s cock, down across his perineum, down even further to circle against the tight ring of muscle there. The disgraced seraphim bucked his hips downward, almost far too eager to indulge in carnal sin. The Radio Demon laughed, enthralled by how such a simple action could make the king squirm, make his mind start to go blank with desperation, lust, unadulterated desire. What a thing to experience—Alastor wouldn’t know what that was like, and he knew he never would. He didn’t want to, lest he end up vulnerable and exposed, writhing beneath the hands of someone as poorly-intentioned as himself.

“Please, just put it in—“

“Shut up.” Alastor withdrew his fingers, shoving them in Lucifer’s mouth with enough depth and force to make him choke; Alastor adored the feeling of the king’s throat convulsing around him. He briefly fantasized about those being the final twitches of the angel’s life—but if they were, would he ever have so much fun again? There would be no one else for him to play with that met his criteria, no other prey that would leave him truly satisfied—no one strong enough, no one with a high enough social station, for this weakness to be enthralling instead of pathetic. “You know you won’t get a thing otherwise.” He pumped his fingers in and out of Lucifer’s mouth, pleased with the way submission reflected in Lucifer’s demonic red eyes. He continued with that until he was content with the former seraphim’s demeanor, dragging his fingers across the king’s formerly pristine skin, now marred by the deep lacerations he’d left there with his teeth.

Alastor’s hand continued its slow crawl downward, blood gathering around his fingers, until it found that ring again, circling twice before beginning to press his middle finger in—more abruptly than any sane person would, not caring a bit for Lucifer’s comfort; the fallen angel wouldn’t like it if he did. He was providing far more compassion than in past encounters. Blood wasn’t the most effective lubricant, but it was better than nothing, more than he felt Lucifer even deserved. Lucifer seemed to enjoy the abrupt, thoughtless intrusion anyway, bucking his hips like a wild bull just to make that finger go in deeper, thrust faster; Alastor stilled the king’s movements and tore a scream from his throat all at once by adding two more fingers without warning, giving Lucifer a brief taste of blissful pain.

“Fuck! That—“

Alastor rolled his eyes; he hated the sound of Lucifer’s voice when those pretty lips formed words. He curled his fingers, the pointed tips of his claws grazing against a small bundle of nerves that completely cut off anything the angel was trying to say. He glanced up at Lucifer’s face, pleased to see that the simple motion had made his eyes cloud over with mindless lust, dragging him deep into a submissive headspace. He knew from previous experience that the king wouldn’t be speaking much anymore, at least coherently or in full sentences. He repeated the movement again, letting the pads of his fingers do the work this time, each stroke making Lucifer’s needy whine jump a few notes higher; the sound of Lucifer falling even harder, promising Alastor the continued entertainment of heartbreak and misery.

Alastor removed his hand, smoothing it across the litany of bite marks decorating Lucifer’s skin, smearing ichor around like paint on a canvas. Oh, how he wanted to bite in to that slight musculature, to pull and cut through muscle and sinew, down to the bone. Taking Lucifer apart emotionally was just a means to an end, foreplay for the event he truly wished to indulge in—literally, physically tearing Lucifer apart. It would occur in time, though he wondered how many more of these meetings it would take; how deep in love would the father of lies have to fall before he willingly gave up his flesh? As the question bounced around, repetitively, in Alastor’s mind, he pressed the tip of his member against Lucifer’s entrance, giving him only the slightest warning of what was next before he forced himself inside; only halfway on the first thrust, but even that was enough to make Lucifer’s spine arch so high off the mattress that Alastor was surprised it wasn’t followed with the beautiful percussion of snapping bone. A second thrust, a third, a fourth; Alastor was finally enveloped in the tight, white-hot warmth of his favorite prey.

Alastor stayed still, the head of his cock applying a constant pressure to Lucifer’s sweet spot, reveling in how the king himself twitched and convulsed around his length. His inky, black hands reflexively clenched and unclenched the bedsheets in the futile hope of keeping himself from falling further into subspace, past the point of no return. Lucifer was restraining himself, and Alastor wasn’t going to have that. He needed the king to fall harder for him, to inflame the torturous agony of unrequited love, to encourage him to give Alastor everything—his body, his flesh and bone; he withdrew from Lucifer’s shaking form only to immediately slam himself back in at full force, with enough momentum to fucking bruise the angel’s prostate. Lucifer screamed, leaving Alastor giddy as he watched the final flickers of rebellion fade away from his ruby eyes, replaced by a dazed, hazy look of unadulterated submission.

Tears welled in the corners of Lucifer’s eyes as Alastor established a rhythm that was brutal, punishing even. With each snap of the Radio Demon’s hips, the king’s moans grew lower and lighter, more infrequent, the angel so overstimulated he was rendered practically mute, at least momentarily. Good. The further Lucifer’s mind fell into that liminal space, the further he would fall into those insipid feelings of love; the further he fell, the sooner Alastor would get to use his teeth to rend and tear, to make Lucifer suffer physically just as he suffered emotionally. He closed his hands around the king’s throat, craning his neck down to lick away the tears that had begun to track down his cheeks, salt and pleasure and sadness intermingled into one. “What a good boy you are for me, cher,” Alastor growled, his brows knit together as a result of his own pleasure, eyes half-lidded and watching Lucifer with equal parts hunger and nefarious intent. “So talented at debauchery, so willing to embrace sin—it was your finest creation.”

Lucifer’s eyes snapped open, leveling a stern glare at the demon hovering over him; the comment had clearly pissed him off, and he was able to maintain that fiery annoyance despite the way Alastor was able to make him see stars with every collision of his cock into his prostate. “It—ahhh, fuck—it wasn’t sin,” he argued. “Th-that’s what—oh, god, please—that’s what y-you shitty humans—ahhhh!—chose t-t-to do—“

“What’s the matter, can’t use your words?” Alastor goaded, like he was paying no attention at all to what Lucifer said. “That’s alright, you’re much cuter when you can’t speak.” The fallen angel looked slightly wounded at the comment, once again acknowledging how Alastor didn’t want to hear his voice, didn’t care in the slightest what he had to say. It must hurt—being in love with someone and knowing they prefered you when you were silent. Alastor pressed down harder on Lucifer’s throat, acutely aware of how the king’s pulse thrummed invitingly beneath his palm; he wanted to rip apart the thin flesh above his jugular and bathe in that sickeningly sweet ichor. He pulled out of Lucifer, the tip of his cock resting slightly against that ring of muscle, and commanded: “Flip over.”

The king was wholly obedient, immediately gathering his wits about him enough to do as Alastor ordered, rolling onto his stomach and bracing himself on his hands and knees—even though it was difficult, even though he was trembling so hard, he wondered if he’d be able to support his own body weight when Alastor chose to re-enter him. Lucifer gave Alastor a sultry look over his shoulder, but the sinner didn’t even notice; he was more transfixed by the six diagonal, narrow slits that ran down Lucifer’s spine at the center of his back, three on each side. Oh, how he wanted to dip his fingers into those crevices and pull, but he wouldn’t. Lucifer would have to beg for it, eventually; Alastor was damned and determined to drive him to that point. He ran a single, long finger between those openings, summoning a thin rivulet of blood. As he leaned down to lick up its length, he roughly slammed back into Lucifer and the angel howled.

The new position allowed him to fuck rougher, deeper, and Alastor could hear that Lucifer’s moans had turned into tearful sobs of ecstasy. Reaching forward, he grabbed a fistful of Lucifer’s hair, twisting harshly to keep his head at an awkward, uncomfortable angle, looking over his shoulder so Alastor could admire the mindless expression on his face. Alastor’s mouth watered, black drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he watched the angel cry in rapture, wondering in the back of his mind if this was the same expression he would make as Alastor tore him limb from limb, savoring the taste and texture of his divine flesh. The thoughts alone sent the deer into a frenzy, his hips pistoning at twice the pace; Lucifer’s brain seemed to short-circuit and switch off behind his glowing red eyes, and he whimpered and moaned as he could think of nothing but the pleasure being given to him. Alastor could read the emotion behind his pupils, as he’d seen it multiple times before; love. If he wasn’t so preoccupied with driving himself to completion, or fantasizing about how orgasmic it would feel to finally consume the king below him, he would have cackled in sadistic glee.

The hand in Lucifer’s hair violently shoved his face into the mattress, while the claws of his free hand fingered the slits where Lucifer’s wings emerged. The former seraphim’s entire body spasmed around Alastor’s fingers, around his cock, tensing so tightly that Alastor feared he might lose himself posthaste. But he reigned himself in, if only to dive his fingers in and out of those small openings to make Lucifer cry out in an addictive mixture of pleasure and pain. “St-sto—“ Alastor dug one claw in deeper, and Lucifer’s word was cut off with a wail. He repeated the movement again and again, deducing by the way each of Lucifer’s whimpers grew higher in pitch that he was close—and Alastor didn’t even have to touch his cock to get him there this time.

“That’s it, cher,” Alastor purred, maintaining the tempo he’d set with his hips and his hands. “Lose yourself for me, Lucifer. Fall for me.”

Alastor’s urging was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Lucifer gripped the bedsheets so hard he tore them, just like his orgasm tore through him. The Radio Demon laughed this time, unable to suppress the humor he felt at seeing the King of Hell so vulnerable, so debauched, in absolute shambles beneath him. Lucifer had tightened impossibly further around him when he came, and it only took a few more fast, hard thrusts before Alastor reached his peak as well. Unlike Lucifer, though, he didn’t emit a single sound, retaining his composure even through the high of his orgasm; he didn’t want to be as affected as the man below him, he did want to show how truly in control he was, after all. The two stayed there, twined together, for a brief moment, until Alastor pulled out, watching with the slightest hint of pride as his seed dripped out of the fallen angel. It was as though he was claiming his territory, an indication that this man would be his next meal—if he ever finished toying with him.

The Radio Demon was quick to extricate himself from Lucifer. He snapped his fingers and his shadow came forth with a towel, allowing him to clean himself off well enough to start redressing in seconds. Alastor offered no such courtesy to his bedmate, who laid half-catatonic on his sheets for a few seconds before trying to right himself into a sitting position. The deer had already started pulling his jacket back on and re-straightening his tie when Lucifer asked, “Um…Alastor? Would you, ah, like to stay the night?”

Alastor laughed, the sound full of mockery and derision. “And be caught leaving the King’s palace in the morning? Mm, no, I think not.” He picked up his microphone with a flourish of his wrist, stealing a glance at himself in Lucifer’s dresser mirror. Despite everything that had just happened, he still looked impeccable, as though he hadn’t just spent the last two hours of his afterlife railing Lucifer into his mattress, fighting back his own primal urges to turn his fuckbuddy into dinner. All good things came to those who waited, after all.

Lucifer’s face fell, disappointed. “Oh, I…I see. Yeah, you’re probably right…” his voice was forlorn, clearly upset by Alastor’s unwillingness to stay. No one ever stayed, and that was an insecurity Alastor would be a fool not to play with; it made the times he did come around even more effective, breadcrumb by breadcrumb. “It would get people talking…”

“Splendid!” Alastor chirped. “You’re a smart man, I knew you’d see it my way!” His smile widened imperceptibly with joy and entertainment as he watched how Lucifer’s heart seemed to crack behind his piercing, red eyes. The fallen angel gave him a sad, desperate look as Alastor faded into the shadows, and he knew it wouldn’t be long until Lucifer gave him what he wanted—the last bargaining chip he had to make the Radio Demon stay.

So I’ll take what I want and leave.

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4:01 am + Lucifer

♡ Pairing: Lucifer x reader

♡ Warnings: established relationship, fluff, gn!reader, pet names (darling, love), not proof read, some ooc-ness

♡ A/N: I was half asleep writing this admittedly. Soft!Lucifer is my kryptonite.

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Lucifer’s heart skipped a beat the first time he found Y/N curled up at the foot of his bed and D.D.D in hand. He had told them to go to sleep without him as his meeting with Lord Diavolo would be running late, and of course, the human had insisted on waiting for him. No matter how much he tried to get them to go ahead, the human refused to rest without knowing the eldest demon was home and safe like the rest of his brothers.

“What am I going to do with you?” Lucifer murmured, biting back the soft smile that threatened to form as he crossed the room.

Tiredly, he removed his heavy cloak and vest, tossing them onto the couch in front of his bed for the time being. Similarly, he did with his shoes before he crawled onto the bed behind the human.

His lips pressed against the human’s temple, frowning slightly at the chilly temperature of their skin. He wrapped his arms around their waist and pulled them in closer to him. The human’s body melted into his embrace, almost as if being in his arms was where they belonged, which was something the demon wouldn’t argue with. Y/N’s back rested against the demon’s chest as he buried his face into their hair. His hand moved from their waist to their exposed arm and began to rub the chilly skin. 

“Thank you for waiting for me, love.” He murmured into their hair. “You should’ve, however, at least waited somewhere warmer.”

Lucifer allowed himself to lay there with the human for a few moments before he begrudgingly pulled himself away from them. He got up and finished preparing for bed before returning to the human. Carefully, he slipped his arms underneath the human, lifting them up with ease. Still asleep, the human moaned at the sudden warmth that engulfed them, nuzzling into the demon's chest. Lucifer chuckled, swearing he felt his heart skip a beat once more at their cuteness.

Pulling back the sheets, Lucifer laid the human down and covered them up before circling around the large bed and doing the same. Once more he pulled Y/N closer to him. This time the human nuzzled into his chest, wrapping an arm lazily around his waist.

“Good night, my darling.” He whispered, pressing a kiss on their forehead.

[queen-of-deans-booty]

A Big Misunderstanding

Pairing: Lucifer x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.9k

Warnings: relationship angst, giving the silent treatment, fluff at the end

Request by anon: I wanted to ask for spn lucifer x reader…they are married she would have been a hunter in the past, but she left the business with him, "giving up" on being the devil, and they actually like live normal life…once she gives him the silent treatment because he was "mean" to sam and dean (they are like brothers), and he just He does little things to kind of get her off her chest so she can talk to him (even if it's shouting), and when she tries to do or fix the little things he did/ or broken but without talking to him yet he just goes to the guys (the brothers, cass and jack) for help and apologizes just to make it up to her!!! (the boys make fun of him but he accepts defeat because not talking to her is worse than having people irritate him

Summary: Your passion is sewing and you love to make clothes and blankets for people, especially the Winchesters whom you consider to be family. When you overhear a conversation you shouldn't have heard, you get pissed enough at Lucifer to give him the silent treatment. Best thing? He has no idea what he's done but he'll try hard to make it right.

Square Filled: never go to bed on an argument for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo (deleted bingo)

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Three down only ten more to go. You have a lot of people who want to buy dresses from you so you’re slowly making your way through the list of orders from people. You’re only on the first order but you’ve gotten done three of the thirteen items they wanted. Sewing and making clothes and blankets is your dream. You love making things people can wear or snuggle with, and you’ve always had this passion ever since you could write.

You’d draw your designs and show your mom who was also a seamstress for a clothing store. She entertained your ideas and gave you a small sewing kit that you’d use to make your Barbie’s clothes. She was so impressed that she got you into sewing classes as soon as possible. You started off making small things like gloves, oven mitts, baby clothes, and other easy projects before working your way up to the harder items.

Now, you have your own business that is run by you and only you, and you work out of your home. You don’t have the money to buy a big store or hire employees. Plus, you kind of like doing it all by yourself. At least you can look at someone wearing your clothes and say, “Yes, I made that all on my own.” or “They’re wearing an original Y/N.”. You pour love and pride into every piece you make and it shows.

The door opens and your husband walks in with a look of confusion.

“Have you been here all day?”

You look at him like you were just caught with your hand in the cookie jar.

“I have orders to make.”

“Being in your room all day isn’t going to help you. You need to get out and move around.” You know he’s right, and your ass is hurting from sitting all day. You nod in agreement and get up, setting your project aside for now. “Come on, let’s go on a walk.”

Never did you think you’d ever go on a brisk walk with the actual devil. The neighborhood you live in is very mellow so you go a few laps around it.

“Want to hear what I’m working on?”

“Sure.”

“So, Janice across the street asked for baby clothes for her daughter’s kid, Bruce and David want some slacks for David’s new job next month, and Ruby from the diner wants a blanket. Ooh! What if I make us another blanket?”

“Darling, we have eighty blankets in the house already.”

“And?”

“We have enough,” Lucifer laughs and kisses the top of your head.

Who is he and what has he done with your husband? He is so not the man you met years ago. He was so much harder and meaner than he is now. After Sam killed Lilith and brought the devil out of the cage, he was one of the meanest men you’ve ever met. His behavior and attitude were atrocious.

It didn’t get any better even after Sam let him in so he could trap him in the cage with Adam and Michael. The cage stayed closed for five years until Amara was released because Dean got his Mark removed from his arm by the Book of the Damned. Lucifer convinced Castiel that he could possess him so that he could leave the cage, and he wreaked havoc on the world because of it. After Amara expelled him from Castiel’s body, he disappeared for a while. He decided that he was going to be done with all this shit.

That’s when you came back into his life. He met you again after he had come to terms with living a simple life. Sam and Dean had pissed you off enough that you wanted to be solo for a while, and you and Lucifer formed a relationship. The Winchesters weren't thrilled to hear you had a thing for the devil, but they trusted you enough to know what you were doing.

You had scammed your way into a very nice resort where he was staying and hit it off. Eventually, you got married to him. You’re not a hunter anymore, he’s not the devil anymore, it’s just you and him until death parts you. Lucifer’s changed behavior is all because of you. Before you, he was angry at the world for what his dad did to him but after you, he wanted to live for you and for you only.

Only after you’ve finished with all of your commissions, you start working on some stuff for the Winchesters. Winter is coming up, and the Bunker has a terrible heating system. You figured they could use a few extra jackets, shirts, and blankets.

They gave you a key to the Bunker should you ever need to use it, so you let yourself in carrying the clothes. Sam and Dean are talking to someone in the library so they don’t notice you coming down the metal staircase in the war room. Suddenly, Lucifer’s voice is heard, and you look at the entryway in confusion. Why is he here? What does he want from the brothers?

“I can’t trust you to do anything! You two are brainless, hairless apes who have no idea what the fuck you’re doing!”

“Maybe next time give us better instruction,” Dean argues.

“God, you had one job and you managed to fuck that up. Typical,” he scoffs.

Why is he being so mean to Sam and Dean? You’re hurt he’d say such vile and mean things to the two men you consider family. You leave the clothes on one of the control panels before leaving the Bunker quickly. You don’t let them know you were ever here. If Lucifer wants to resort to who he was before, then he can but you’re not going to stand by him.

Lucifer comes home hours later in a good mood. You’re in the kitchen cooking food for yourself when he enters. He frowns when he sees enough food for one person in the pan.

“Is that food for both of us?” he asks. You don’t answer him and continue to cook in silence. “Y/N?” Still, no answer. “Darling, are you okay?” No answer. “Are you ignoring me? What did I do?” Again, no answer. “Y/N?”

You don’t go to bed that night because you and Lucifer have a thing where you never go to bed on an argument. Instead, you make more clothes. Lucifer didn’t go to bed either mostly because he kept thinking about why you’re ignoring him. What did he do to piss you off? In the morning, he goes to the room where you make your clothes to try and talk to you but finds the door is locked.

“Y/N, open the door.” No answer. He can hear your sewing machine so he knows you’re in there. “Come on, darling, open the door.”

He is at a loss for words because he doesn’t understand what he did to make you like this. He gives you the space you need for the morning, but you need food eventually so you leave the room in search of some. Lucifer is in the kitchen when you get there but you make no move to acknowledge him.

Lucifer is drinking some water and reading a newspaper. He finishes the water before dropping the glass on the ground. The glass shatters and he watches your reaction to it. He doesn’t care if all you’re going to do is yell at him. He just wants you to do something. You pause and look at the glass on the ground before grabbing the broom. You don’t say a word as you clean it up and throw it away.

“I just broke a glass! You should be pissed at me. Yell at me! Something!” Lucifer gasps. Again, you don’t respond to him. “Fuck!” He walks over to you and points his finger in your face but doesn’t actually touch you. He knows you fucking hate this which is why he’s doing it. He’s such a fucking child. “I’m not touching you. You can’t get mad at me because I’m not touching you.”

You stand still and wait for him to be done before moving around him and heading back to your room to sew. Lucifer doesn't know what to do so he visits the Winchesters in search of answers. Castiel and Jack are in the room, too. Great, more people to witness this humiliation.

“Here to berate us some more?” Dean asks.

“I need your help,” he sighs.

“What?”

“I said I need your help.”

Before Sam can answer, Dean cuts in.

“Sorry, let me just take in this moment. You need us. Isn’t that something?”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“No, I definitely will.”

“What do you need?” Sam asks.

“Y/N isn’t talking to me. She’s ignoring me and I have no idea what I did to piss her off. What do I do? I don’t care if she yells at me. I need her to do something.”

“Sorry, can’t help you there, buddy,” Dean shrugs.

“Does she know you’re an ass?” Castiel asks seriously.

“Yeah, let’s make fun of me. Seriously, you’re so funny.” Lucifer mocks laughs in their faces, ready to punch the shit out of them. “What do I do?”

“Have you tried apologizing?” Jack asks.

“I don’t know what I should be apologizing for.”

“It doesn’t matter. All women want to hear is that you’re sorry. Try that. It might get her talking,” Dean sighs.

Lucifer goes home with more questions than answers. Still, he thinks about their words the whole way home. When he gets there, you’re in the living room watching one of your shows. As soon as you know he’s there, you tense and turn the volume up on the TV. He walks around to face you but you don’t look at him.

“Darling, I am so sorry.”

“For what?” you ask and look at him.

Lucifer opens his mouth to answer but nothing comes out. You scoff as you get up from the couch. You go to leave the room but Lucifer is hot on your heels.

“I am sorry, but you can’t expect me to read your mind to figure out why you’re so pissed at me. You have to communicate, darling. What did I do?”

“You berated Sam and Dean and put them down for what? ‘You two are brainless, hairless apes who have no idea what the fuck you’re doing!’ Does that ring a bell? You treat them like shit.”

“I’ve said worse things to them.” You cross your arms angrily. “Look, I am sorry. I have a really bad temper, and I was trying to surprise you with something. I needed their help getting it but they did it wrong. It pissed me off because I wanted it to be perfect for you.”

“What is it?”

Lucifer takes you to one of the unfinished rooms in the house. You never got around to actually finishing it, but Lucifer has been working on it without you knowing. You walk in and gasp at what you see. Machines are lined up on the back wall, rolls and rolls of fabric hang off tubes, mannequins are in the other corner, and everything else you need to have a successful sewing business.

“I wanted it to be perfect and I took it out on them. I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

You rush into the room and admire everything he’s done for you. He’s trying to apologize but you’re too busy being excited.

“Is this all for me?!”

“Yeah, everything,” he smiles. “Do you like it?”

“Like it? I love it!!”

“Am I forgiven?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Not talking to you was killing me.”

Lucifer pulls you into him and kisses you, glad to have overcome this with you.

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You Mean the World

(Lucifer Morningstar x Female Reader)

Synopsis: Lucifer gets a call that there was a murder at your workplace. He's never been more terrified.

Warnings: Mention of murder, suggestive situation (barely), drinking (Reader is 21+)

Word Count: 2071

A/N: It's official, my first fic is up! I hope you enjoy it! I'd love to hear what you think!

You weren’t answering his texts.

Sure, he knew you were busy with your classes, but it never took you more than an hour to respond. Even if it was a quick thumbs up to pacify him, you always got back to him.

“Lucifer,” Chloe said. “We’ve gotta go.”

“A new case, detective?” he asked, trying to give his usual enthusiasm.

“Possible homicide at the university.”

His body felt hot and cold at the same time. His fingers icy and heart pounding as he raced out of the station with Chloe barely keeping up.

Every scenario seemed to pass through his head in the blink of an eye. You stabbed, shot, bludgeoned, bruised. Maybe pushed down a staircase or even out a window. In each vision you had suffered so much pain, and he couldn’t protect you.

He tried to take a calming breath. They knew nothing about the victim yet. It may not be you. Maybe you were holed up in your office or grabbing a coffee with your coworker. Maybe you weren’t aware there had been a murder in the first place. Maybe you were still safe.

Maybe you weren’t.

—

Six months ago, you and your friends had wandered into Lux. You had just made tenure and your coworkers insisted on taking you out to celebrate.

It was your first time in the club, but your closest friend, Gemma, assured you this was the spot for any occasion. Though, she always was one for a good party.

“Alright, Miss Tenure, your assignment tonight is to let loose!” Gemma cheered, holding out a shot for you.

As an answer, you downed the drink, grinning as the rest of your group followed suit.

The night was filled with dancing, more drinking, and a bit of flirting. Thankfully, the two guys that approached you backed off once you said you weren’t interested.

You were pleasantly buzzed by the time Lucifer spotted you. You were smiling and laughing as two of your friends twirled each other. The heels you wore were bothering you, so you were sitting, happy that your coworkers were letting off the stress of the semester.

You hadn’t even noticed him come up beside you until he spoke.

“Is this seat taken?” He gestured with a finger toward the chair beside you.

You recognized him right away. After all, it wasn’t everyday you read an article about a man named Lucifer Moringstar.

“Does the owner really have to ask to have a seat?” you quipped.

He chuckled. “He does when he’s actually interested in who’s in the seat beside him.”

And you weren’t sure if it was his looks or the accent or the confidence he gave off, but you let him.

It was one of the best decisions you ever made.

For the entirety of the night, you talked. He found you captivating and vice versa. He flirted, of course, but he was also clever. And Lord help you when a man was smart and charming, and funny, and sexy, and—

Needless to say, you were smitten by the end of the night. You hadn’t realized your friends had steered clear of your table until Gemma interrupted you asking if you wanted to share a ride with her.

You hoped you hid your disappointment well, but it didn’t matter how attracted you were to Lucifer, talking was as far as you were going tonight.

He was a little deflated when you said you had to leave, but when you pulled a pen from your bag and jotted your number on a napkin, he nearly jumped for joy.

He had kissed you on the cheek, and you left the club a blushing mess. And when you received a text a half hour later that said, “Hope you got home safe,” your heart warmed. Smart, charming, funny, sexy, and sweet.

You started texting everyday, and the following weekend, he asked you out. Soon you were official and sleeping over at each others’ places.

Once, after being thoroughly taken care of by Lucifer, you laid in your bed, his head on your chest, running the tips of your fingers over his scalp.

It was peaceful, the kind that so rarely occurred.

“Can I tell you something,” he whispered, thumb grazing your ribs.

“Anything,” you said, simply.

“I love it here,” he said, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. “I love being in your home. It’s…It’s warm. It’s completely and utterly you…and I love it.”

You kissed the top of his head. You knew exactly what he meant. His penthouse comforted you. Everything in it was entirely him and when you were within those walls, it was like nothing could ever touch you.

But there was something about him being in your space. He fit so well amongst your plush couch and cream-colored bedspread. It was like the picture you were trying to paint was finally complete.

“I love when you’re here, too,” you said. And because it felt right, because it felt easy, you continued, “I love you.”

You felt his smile against your collarbone. “I love you, too.”

Afterward, you both seemed to say those three little words all the time. And even though Lucifer was ready to shout it from the rooftop, you had asked if he was okay with keeping your relationship private. Between his reputation within LA culture—personal and professional—and your career, you wanted to have one aspect of your life that was completely yours. No outside opinions allowed.

Lucifer agreed, but to say he kept his mouth shut wouldn’t have been true. He couldn’t help it though, he was proud of you. Of everything you’d accomplished, of calling you his, he was practically buzzing to tell Chloe little bits about you and rub it in Dan’s face that you were the most amazing woman in the universe—present company excluded, of course. Though, neither Chloe nor Ella seemed to mind if their amused smirks were anything to go by. 

To his credit, Lucifer never revealed anything that would go against your wishes. He mostly raved about your sense of humor, your intelligence, and your appearance.

He was totally, completely, and irrevocably in love with you.

—

When they arrived at the scene, all he could see was a crowd outside the police tape. Students, professors, and staff gathered to get a glimpse of the corpse.

Ella was photographing the victim's face—a woman.

Lucifer’s breath hitched.

What shoes had you put on this morning? He couldn’t remember. Did you own a pair of maroon flats? Why couldn’t he remember what you had been wearing?

For a moment, he couldn’t take his eyes away from the victim. It was only when he caught Dan’s voice that his gaze strayed.

Then he could breathe again.

There. Talking to the walking bore, you stood, a blanket draped around your shoulders.

He didn’t register he’d been moving until he was right in front of you, pulling you to him and burying his face in your neck.

—

You sunk into Lucifer’s embrace. It had been a shock to find your coworker lifeless beside the fountain. However, you counted yourself lucky it wasn’t one of the students who discovered her.

Lucifer gripped you tighter as you inhaled shakily. The adrenaline still coursed through you, but you knew when you eventually dropped, he’d be there to steady you.

He reluctantly pulled back, cupping your face.

“Are you alright, darling?” he asked, searching your eyes.

“I’m not hurt,” you said. It wasn’t a lie. Physically, you were fine.

He nodded, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

Someone cleared their throat.

“Excuse me, but how do you two know each other?” Detective Espinosa asked, not bothering to mask his surprise.

“We’re dating,” Lucifer said, not taking his eyes off you.

“That’s why you booked it out of the station,” a woman said, having already spoken with the forensic analyst.

You could only imagine what had been running through Lucifer’s head.

“When you didn’t answer my texts, I…well I…” He swallowed, and you intertwined your fingers and nodded. He didn’t have to finish.

“I’m sorry for worrying you,” you whispered.

He shook his head. “You found the body, didn’t you?”

You nodded, realizing you had been in the middle of giving your statement before Lucifer showed up.

“Do you have any more questions, detective?” you asked.

“No. Go home and rest. If we need anything else, well, at least we know how to contact you,” Detective Espinosa said, glancing at Lucifer.

“I’ll be going with her, detective,” Lucifer said to the woman—Chloe, if you were to guess.

“Of course.” She turned to you. “I’m sorry this is how we had to be introduced.”

“Me too. But at least I know you’ll find who did this,” you said. You had celebrated more closed cases with Lucifer than not. If the murderer was going to be brought to justice, it’d be by this team.

She gave you a small smile. “Take some time for yourself. We’ll update you as soon as we can.”

You thanked her before Lucifer led you toward your office to collect your things and drove you back to his penthouse.

Maze seemed to sense your state because she brought up a bottle of top-shelf bourbon, squeezed your shoulder, and left without a word.

You stayed as close to Lucifer as possible, only separating to slip into comfortable shorts and one of his rarely used t-shirts. You were pretty sure he only bought them and put them on so you’d wear them.

“Are you hungry? Can I get you anything?” he asked, rubbing your arm.

You shook your head as best you could as it rested on his chest.

You weren’t hungry, you weren’t really anything. You thought you’d feel something. There was the initial shock, the flash of fear and worry of the murderer lingering on campus and the students safety, but then nothing.

The victim was your coworker. Not someone in your department, but you saw her almost everyday walking to class. A fixture in your routine.

“I keep waiting to feel something,” you whispered.

His thumb stopped its movement for a second then resumed.

“I just…I know how I’m supposed to feel, but I’m just…not,” you said.

“Everyone processes grief differently. You will go at the pace you need,” he said.

“I know that, I do, but…it feels wrong that I’m not crying or angry or confused.” You sighed. “Of course I’m angry in the general sense—someone was killed—but I don’t feel any anger.” You fisted the shirt Lucifer changed into, acknowledging at that point that you were still shaking. “And yet my body seems to be feeling what it should.”

Lucifer placed his hand over yours.

“I can’t tell you how scared I was when we got the call,” he said. “All I could think about was you, gone, and every way I could get you back even if it was the last thing I did.”

You shifted so you could meet his gaze. Remnants of fear. The what-ifs bounced around in his head.

“I’m right here,” you said, cupping his cheek.

“I know.” He kissed your palm, then continued to rub your shoulder. “I’m always here if you need me. I could even set up an appointment with Linda if you’d like.”

You couldn’t help the small smile. “Wouldn’t that be a conflict of interest? You being a client and having slept with her?”

He shrugged. “Something tells me she’ll be fine with it.”

You chuckled. “Cheeky devil,” you said affectionately.

“Well, of course, darling.” He grinned, pulling you closer.

You sighed and snuggled into him.

“Get some sleep, love. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” he whispered, already feeling your body sink into him.

You hummed, and a few minutes later, you were out.

—

Lucifer watched you, afraid to look away after every dark thought that raced through him.

You were safe.

He repeated it. Safe. Safe. Safe.

He focused on your breathing. The softness of your cheek pressing into his chest. The curve of your shoulder. You were in his arms, and you were safe.

He inhaled, took all of that knowledge with him, held it there, and then exhaled. It calmed him. Brought him back to the present.

It had only been six months, but you had become everything to him. His entire world laid beside him, and he’d be damned again if he let anything harm you.

[maximwtf]

“Reunited on accident”

                            Lucifer Morningstar x Angel Reader

words:1570

google docs pages: 4

warnings: A few mentions of blood, reader in pain, I think thats it

opening: You crash down from heaven onto a balcony, turns out it wasn’t a random person’s house you decided to land on.

Not Proof Read!!

AN// I keep thinking I'm over my Lucifer phase but every now and then I keep seeing content made of him and I'm pulled back. Anyway love him<3 Also just a side note, for the sake of the fanfic, you aren’t related.

                           “Reunited on accident”

It all happened in a flash, and you didn’t have much time to react to anything. You tried to open your wings and fly back up, but it was no help. It was almost like an unknown force was trying to pull you back and you had no power over it. The fall felt like ages but it went by fastly. 

You felt yourself land harshly onto something hard, your wings following soon after, spread across the space. You heard something being knocked over by your wings, before you blacked out for a moment. Later, you felt yourself stir awake once more. You heard someone's steps first and then a man’s voice. You couldn’t tell what he was saying at first because your head was still spinning and your ears were ringing a little. You tried to open your eyes, having to close them soon after to avoid the light. You tried to lift your upper body up with your arms, but something hurt badly. You groaned silently and soon found out that it was your left wing that hurt. It must have gotten injured when you fell here. This wasn’t your first time getting your wing injured but this time it felt worse. Something must be broken, was the first idea you had of what could have happened. 

“Who are you? Are you hurt?” A man's voice asked as you tried to sit up, starteled by the voice. “I’m so sorry…Where..” You mumbled as you tried to look around carefully. Pulling your wings closer to yourself, frightened. “Y/n…?” The man’s voice asked again, clearly more confused now than before. “How do you…” You replied before looking up. “Lucifer?” You tilted your head a little, the name slipping from your mouth almost automatically. Wincing again when your wing touched something, a flash of pain flowing through you. “Oh my dad, you’re hurt…How did you end up here?” Lucifer asked as he lowered himself to you, trying to help you stand up. Seemingly more up to what was going on than you were. “I fell.” You replied, leaning onto him as you stood up carefully. That being the only thing you could remember as of now, still confused and frightened. “God got mad at me for something I did, and this must be the punishment for that.” You continued as Lucifer started to walk you towards one of the couches, careful of your wings. He shook his head and sat you down, but so that your face was towards the back of the couch. “Let me take a look at your wings. We can’t take you to a hospital because they’ll freak out.” Lucifer said which you nodded to, allowing him to examine you. You were no stranger to the man. 

He took a hold of your right wing, and spreading it a little, noting that you didn’t react much. There were a few feathers missing and a couple small cuts but that was it. He glanced at the balcony, seeing feathers on the ground. “I can’t believe father did this…” Lucifer mumbled mostly to himself. “Oh wait no, I can. He sent me to hell as a punishment.” He then continued, moving on to your left wing. Even on the outside it seemed kind of twisted and it had some blood on it as well. “So I guess my punishment could have been worse than this?” You replied before Lucifer spread the left wing. You bit your teeth together and grabbed the back of the couch. “God, stop!” You yelled in pain, while pressing your face to the back of the couch. “Woah now, I’m not God.” Lucifer replied but let go of the wing. “It seems to be a little out of place. I could move it back but that’s going to hurt.” The man suggested, tilting his head a little as he waited for a response. “Do it…Better to just get it over with.” You replied, turning to look at him. Unknown to you, Lucifer had spotted a wave of worry going across your face. “Do you need something to bite down on?” He asked, now looking around for something he could give you. “That would be nice…” You replied, now finally taking a look at your messed up wings. They definitely did need a preening after this. “Take this for now.” Lucifer sighed and unbuckled his belt, handing it to you. “If it was anyone else I would ask you to pay it back if you leave any marks, but you’re an exception.” He added as you took the belt. He was still the same old Lucifer you had known for ages. 

You had turned again, giving Lucifer free hands with your wings. You placed the belt in your mouth so you could bite down on it. “I’m already sorry about this.” Lucifer said, placing his hands at the root of your wing. “For the love of all that’s holy, just do- FUCK!-” You screamed out, biting down on the belt as hard as you could. You could feel the wing be put back in place but the pain that was left because of that was something you couldn’t explain with words. After the first pain wave started to fade, the belt fell from your mouth to the ground, behind the couch. You were left breathing heavily, feeling a couple of tears roll from the corners of your eyes down to your chin. You humoured yourself with the thought that if anyone saw this moment right now, they would most likely think something else had been going on just a moment before. “Would you like a glass of whiskey?” Lucifer asked, not really knowing how else to help you. “Yes…yes, please..” You murmured, and turned around to stand up. “Oh please, do stay down. You’ll pass out again if you don’t stay still for a moment.” Lucifer commanded as he came to you with two glasses of whiskey. “Drink this first.” He added and handed you one of the glasses. You took it gladly and started to drink it slowly without another word. 

“So what did you do?” Lucifer asked, after he put down his glass. You thought for the answer for a moment before you replied. “I kept asking him if I could see you, even for a short visit. I guess he got tired of it after a while.” You said, raising your shoulders for a moment. Lucifer seemed to be a little shocked for a moment. “He didn’t tell you I was down here?” You looked up at him. “Michael has been talking about you being down here, mostly lies. But I didn't think you had actually come here to stay.” You replied, putting the half empty glass down to a table. “Of course he’s doing that, he’s always been like that…Even when I was in Heaven. But even though you were put here like this, I'm still glad to see you again.” Lucifer replied, looking outside at the balcony you had crashed to. He’d have to clean it up tomorrow, before anyone saw it. As of right now, it looked like he'd killed a swan there.

“Luci?” You said after a while of silence. He replied with a quiet ‘mhm?’, acknowledging you. “I know we haven't been in contact in a while, but would it be possible for you to…preen my wings? I-..- you don’t have to, I just thought-” You asked, scared he might refuse. “Of course, no need to act so worried. We used to do this in heaven all the time. Doesn’t matter how long it’s been.” Lucifer replied without a worry, and got up from his chair to sit behind you. “Thank you…” You mumbled and scooted forward so he was able to sit behind you on the couch. “And we don’t want these to look like this, do we?” He hummed, before he began preening your wings from the tip to the root. Leaving the left to last, because it most likely still hurt. You leaned against a pillow that was in front of you as he carefully worked through your feathers. It felt nice, mostly because you knew it was him. But that aside, this was the most relaxed you'd been since crashing down here. Preening for angels was intimate and you only saw well bonded angles preening each other back in heaven. Lucifer had so far been the only one you had let preen your wings, apart from yourself. It was nice to have him back with you after all those years. 

You could feel yourself relax the more he went on. You let your wings relax in his hands as you leaned more heavily against the pillow. Lucifer felt the action, raising his eyebrows slightly as he hummed to himself. Falling down here and having to have your wing be put back in its place had really taken all the energy out of you, and falling asleep right now in a safe place felt like you were back in Heaven. It didn’t take long until Lucifer noticed that you had fallen asleep. Your breathing had slowed down and you weren’t so tense anymore. He hummed to himself, and finished preening the left wing as well. Being much more careful with it, as to not wake you up. After carefully standing up, he picked you up in his arms and carried you to his bed to sleep. 

[mightbeawriter]

Hey everybody, Intended needs to go on hiatus for a bit. I didn't want to do it, but it's necessary, and the chapter I posted this past Monday is the best spot to leave it until I can get more written. I'll let you know when it's back!

[calia-lynn]

“... brushing his stubble across her cheek to go whisper into her ear, “You want me to tell you that you’re unequaled in bed?”

“Not really.” ... “I know I am.””

Inspired by chapter 17 of Rogue by CaliWonders on AO3

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40073196/chapters/106966071

[matchstickdolly]

So long, farewell! 💜 I won't be posting from this account anymore. To close it out, here is a roundup of my Lucifer fan works, as I think that's how most came to find me here.

You will need an AO3 account to read most of my stories; it's relatively easy to sign up if you don't have one. Though I'm gone from here and elsewhere in the Lucifer fandom, I will continue to read comments and attempt to reply to them, so please consider sharing these fics and commenting your thoughts on AO3!

LONG READS (20,000+ words)

A Refraction of Light

314k words. My giant post-S3 canon divergence that spans Earth, Hell, and Heaven. If you didn't like Lucifer's Netflix era (the last three seasons) or wished there were more power couple vibes for Deckerstar, you might enjoy AROL. Though I finished it in 2020, after S4 had aired, I think it works quite well as a S4-S6 fix-it for those who'd like one.

In Sorrow Thou Shalt Bring Forth Children

210k words. The 50 female-focused "blip" years Lucifer's finale conveniently left out, also several post-S6 chapters. Heavy angst surrounding family and spiritual trauma but aims to be cathartic by acknowledging pain. All that said, more humor and Deckerstar than you'd probably expect, given the CW tags.

Reins Series: Try My Reins and My Heart & As Certain Dark Things Are to Be Loved

35k words when read together. Porn with feelings/plot. Fun, sweet kinkiness that should be read in order. Dominant!Lucifer because I struggle to see the Devil otherwise and because Chloe deserves a fucking break in the care of her sex god beau.

In a Similar Vein

21k words. Funny, sweet, and absurd S1 divergence wherein Chloe becomes (very wrongly) convinced that Lucifer is a vampire. Alas, it is missing the last chapter.

Chloe KNOWS

20k words. Funny, sweet, sexy S2 divergence in which Chloe accidentally gets a devil reveal when she stumbles upon an ageless Lucifer in vintage pornography. Oops.

MEDIUM READS (5,000 to 20,000 words)

If the Shoe Fits & In the Family Way

14k words when read together. Alternate post-5B/S6. Feel-good, funny, fluffy, even sexy. Godifer and Mrs. G being good partners, parents, and Improvers of the Universe. If you need a sweet, positive fix-it for the end of Lucifer, these fics might fit the bill.

Rebound to You

12k words. Feel-good, funny, sexy AU where Lucifer is still the Devil, but he and Chloe didn't meet as in canon. Instead, they meet a couple of years later, after Lucifer has naturally gotten a phone and Chloe has divorced Dan and is now resorting to dating apps to meet people. Features a fun gimmick of Tinder-like chat logs (used sparingly, I promise).

Something More & Pump It Up

11k words when read together. These two canon compliant fics won't seem like they go together at first, but I promise they do (thematically). Both are pre-canon and about the subtle ways in which Lucifer and Chloe are an amusingly great match. They just haven't met (yet) to know it! The first story is sweet and about Jed and Chloe's relationship; basically a character study of Chloe as told from Jed's POV. The second is a bit of a sex farce about Lucifer watching Hot Tub High School after settling in L.A., but it's also porn with plot or at least a character study.

Not to Mii

10k words. Lucifer sticks around at the end of S3's "The Last Heartbreak." One thing leads to another, and you get strip Mario Kart. I promise it works.

The Fine Line Between Desire and Fear

10k words. Feel-good and silly post-5A divergence featuring a haunted mansion on Halloween. Almost solely Deckerstar-focused but also imagines a future where Michael is trying to redeem himself and earn Ella's affection; the only problem is that he's afraid...of a lot, actually. The irony!

Sweet and Sour

10k words. A comical Michael/Ella fic based on the 5A trailer. Turned out to be rather in-character for many aspects of Michael, so it holds up, I think.

Now That's What I Call Big Devil Energy! Series: Big Devil Energy & Satan's Got a Heart On

9k words when read together. Funny, sweet chaos. Lucifer being a completely over-the-top Devil in love.

All You Can Play

9k words but really more like 3k if you want the finished part of the fic. (First chapter can stand alone; don’t read past it if you don’t like unfinished work.) Chaotic humor, sex farce. Canon compliant missing scene wherein I will tell you not to hate the player (me) but the game (S3). The reason Lucifer isn't there to protect Chloe at the end of 03x04? He's with Lexy, the judge's soon-to-be ex-wife. This is that story. Featuring Chuck E. Cheese.

Bound by Iniquity

8k words. Dark 5A canon divergence from Maze's POV. Her dirty dealmaking with Michael backfires, big time.

Get Thee Behind Me

7k words. Porn with plot/feelings. Lucifer and Chloe try anal sex for the first time. Feel-good comedy ensues.

Baptized by Desire

7k words. Dark but sweet S3 divergence. Lucifer comes to believe he really is a delusional human while he's in the psychiatric hospital in "God Johnson."

Hells to Betsy

6k words. Answering the question of how Chloe afforded a large three-bedroom townhouse in L.A., especially once Maze moved out. Come on! Detectives are paid well but not that well!

Darkest Before Dawn

5k words. Sweet, funny, sexy wing fic. No wing oil, but there's a barrel of crude oil and Dawn dishwashing liquid. This is not an ad.

SHORT READS (<5,000 words)

The Dotted Line

4k words. Porn without plot. Lucifer is attracted to Chloe in anything, even undies from Target.

Checked Baggage

4k words. Porn with light plot. What if Chloe took up Jana's offer for a threesome, partly out of spite? Bisexual chaos that is still ultimately very much about Deckerstar.

Winging It & Made in His Image

4k words when read together. Both are chaotic sex farces that wax on about the Devil's dick. They must be read in order.

Reefer Gladness Series: Flying High & Baked with Love

3k words when together. Sweet fluff. Established Deckerstar getting high together.

Lunch at the Y

3k words. Porn without plot. Roughly set in a better post-5A world where Lucifer eats Chloe out in a dressing room because of course he would. That's a love language.

Those Who Favor Fire

2k words. Porn without plot. Roughly set in a better post-S3 world where Deckerstar have gotten their HEA and have been together for some ten years or so.

My God's House Has Many Rooms

2k words. S6's "happy" closeout is creepily vague to me. This story explores a horrific what-if.

Raising Hell

1k words. Porn without plot. An ode to the blowjob.

Use My Words Against Me

1k words. All dialogue, pure chaos. Caught up in yet another scandal, closeted Republican Senator Olin Graham asks the Devil for a favor. You'll only appreciate this if you know enough about American politics and aren't a fascist piece of shit. Sorry not sorry.

Earthly Delights on Borrowed Time

666 words. Post-S4 reimagining where Lucifer and Chloe are making things work.

The Perfect Help Meets

666 words. Dark, canon compliant one-shot about Lucifer's angst/depression as he tries to make things work with Eve, all while he's in love with Chloe.

Other Stuff

A softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone — Lucifer meets the comic A Softer World. Inspired by an old post by @casimania that can be found here.

General Fanvids — Deckerstar being painful and/or lovely, plus some Trixie because I love her character.

S6 Critical Fanvids — Just me making sense of S6's plot, which I cannot read as anything other than incredibly dark and anti-choice.

Crack Fanvids — Pure comedy and chaos.

Lucifer Season 6 Time Travel Visualizations — Lucifer S6 uses time travel without clearly laying out how it works. I made two visualizations to help explain the possibilities: one for the loop existing in a single timeline and another for the loop causing or being a part of many/parallel worlds.

Lucifer S6 Wiki — After Lucifer Season 5B and S6, I started digging into the writers’ interviews to understand what the hell had gone wrong. You'll find their answers to a lot of common S6 questions here. They’re real, er, interesting Hollywood folk, to say the least.

[allicat9ffr]

Final chapter of Rational Creatures has been posted!

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.

A truth less acknowledged, but no less known, is that, in the meantime, such a man will settle for a whore.

Chloe Espinoza works as a lady of the night. When she is hired to entertain at one of the mysterious Lord Morningstar's infamous parties, her life is changed forever. Now, Chloe finds herself thrown into the complicated world of the aristocracy - struggling to hold her own in the face of traitorous nobles, dastardly murder plots, and a romance like she's never known; where and no one, not even Lord Morningstar, is quite what they first appear.

Inspired by @notonelineff challenge to write a 'reverse Bridgerton', which I took incredibly seriously.

[sciencebecameouraddiction]

title: i need you more

author: sciencebecameouraddiction

fandom: hazbin hotel

rating: G

genre: angst/comfort

pairing: lucifer x reader

summary: thinking of the extermination that was happening, you find yourself realizing that you’re hesitating putting yourself out on the battle field fully. and you know that mistakes get made when someone’s head isn’t in the game. so you ask lucifer a question you’ve been dreading.

“what will you do after i die?” my words are contemplative as i look off to the city in the distance, not needing to turn around to know he was behind me.

“what-what do you mean?” he asks, his voice trembling with fear and apprehension.

“you know what i mean lucifer.” i sigh, “there will come a time when i will no longer be with you. i will die. i’m not immortal like you. so, what will you do when that happens?” i still explain, even though he knows what I’m asking.

“please, don’t talk like that. we’ll figure something out. i don’t-i can’t loose you too.” he whispers, walking up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his head on my back. i place my hand over his, threading our fingers together. “please, stop talking like this.” he begs me again.

“with the extermination happening tomorrow, and charlie fighting to protect her friends, i will be down there helping. and i can’t be holding back in a fight, when others lives are on the line or your life or charlie’s life is on the line. i need to know that you’ll be okay, luci.” you explain, turning in his arms and facing him, your hand bringing his face to look at yours. your eyes widen as you see tears streaming down his face. he shakes his head visibly getting more distraught as you place your hands on his shoulders.

“p-please. don’t.” he begs you. “don’t do something noble like-like sacrificing yourself. i don’t want to know what would happen if you-if you-if you…” he took a deep breath, “died. i would not be the same.” he closed his eyes as he rested his head against your bicep. a part of you felt distraught at causing him such angst the night before extermination. seeing him cry was something you never wanted to be the cause of.

“you are my north star. when it’s too dark to see, you are the thing to guide me home. you are the one to shed light on a dark path illuminating my way forward like a trusty lamp. your smile is my sun i wake up to each day. please,” he looks up at you, his eyes pleading for you to stop, “don’t take that away from me.”

you look at him, your eyes wide and your mouth set. you smile at him slightly and draw him closer. “i’m sorry my love, i was being selfish. i was not thinking about how what was saying would affect you. please forgive me.” you murmur into his ear, feeling his body respond with a full body shiver.

“it’s okay. just, please, prioritize you making it out alive. all i need is you and charlie to be all right.” he whispers, his hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“and we need you, so, let’s win tomorrow’s fight and show them who we are.” you say, lucifer bringing you out of the dark place you were thinking about the extermination tomorrow and giving you the determination to make it out alive.

“we always do.” he chuckles, softly, and draws you into a kiss.

[asgards-princess-of-mischief]

Last Updated: 2023-12-25

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[asongoftearsandfandoms]

Short little piece I jotted down in my phone notes thinking about our favorite angsty Devil. I'm trying to get back into writing, and these little pieces I write help.

cw: Language

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That fucking name.

That name given to him by his father, that wretched horrible word that encompassed everything he was before the rebellion. The best of the best, the favorite, the smartest and wisest and most powerful of all angels. Second only to God himself. A name as dead to him as that perfect child he had strived to be.

When Amenadiel had called him by it, he became enraged. How dare his older brother try to invoke that past, that desire to be good and do their best. "Do not call me that! "

When the Doctor, Linda, had said it, it filled him with disgust and self loathing. How could she know? She has no idea what she is invoking. The name that connotated his father's love? Fucking ridiculous. "I don't go by that name anymore."

When Michael had called him that, he could have ripped his twin's throat out right there. I may not be that obedient child anymore that you mock with your names, but I am still better than you, in all ways, and you dare not push me far enough to test that.

When his father called him by his old name, he was furious. He was not that angel anymore, and it was ENTIRELY His fault. He was the one that cast him from Heaven, He had been the one to turn him into a devil, and He had the gall to call him by his angel name?

When she said it, his heart broke. She was calling out to the fallen, broken child that had been cast aside, the softness and the goodness that she insisted she could see within him. The broken pieces that were no longer there, but she made him want to believe they were. The pieces that the Detective sought out and hunted for in his words and his actions. The pieces she took into her hands when she cradled his face and looked straight into his soul. The pieces she gently tried to fit back together, as futile as that was, when she held him. That name broke his heart over and over on her lips, because he wanted so desperately to be that good, heavenly angel for her, because Chloe deserved that, and he couldn't give that to her.

Lucifer could never be the Samael she deserved.

[kurooblossom]

Too Much + Obey Me

♡ Characters: Lucifer and Mammon

♡ Warnings: Angst, comfort, established relationships, fatigue, gn!reader (mainly referred to by human or they/them)

♡ A/N: This was originally meant to be headcanons, but turned into drabbles very quickly. 😂

♡ Also available on AO3! ♡ Taglist

♕ LUCIFER

When Lucifer heard the faint knock against the study door, he called the human in without looking up from the piles of paperwork scattered across the large wooden desk. It had become sort of a tradition for the human exchange student to swing by his office once the house calmed down for the night, so he thought nothing of their visit. Just another average day.

What caught his attention, however, is how unusually silent the room was after they entered. No greetings, no sound of ceramic dishes clanking together with the aroma of hell coffee filling the room, or the sound of them pulling up a chair. Nothing but pure silence.

His brows furrowed as he looked up towards the doorway. There stood the human awkwardly, their cheeks tear-stained and eyes swollen. Frowning to himself, Lucifer discarded his materials and met the human in the doorway.

Lucifer opened his arms and the human crashed into his body. It didn’t take long before he felt their tears start to soak into his shirt. His frown deepened as he rubbed circles into their lower back, tenderly pressing a kiss onto the top of their head.

“It’s too much,” they cried into the eldest demon’s shoulder, their voice raw from what he could only assume was hours of crying.

They didn’t need to say anymore. He already knew what this was about. The signs had been there for weeks, fatigue clearly evident in their day-to-day life. He thought he had more time to sort things out for them before it would come to this, but he was wrong.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured into their hairline, his hands grasping at the loose fabric of their shirt. “I was too late.”

♕ MAMMON

“Oi! Human!” Mammon called out, pushing open the door to the human’s room with disregard. “Wanna go out to–”

His words died on his lips when his eyes finally fell on his human. Sat at the side of their bed, surrounded by their large purple pillows and blankets, was his one and only. Their cheeks were flushed, hair tousled, and fresh tears pooled in their eyes.

“H-Hey!” He stuttered, suddenly unsure of himself. “W-What happened? ‘Ya okay?”

Slowly, he approached the human and crouched down in front of them. He attempted to meet their gaze, frowning when they finally did. Their eyes were puffy, dull, and bloodshot. Carefully, he reached for their face and wiped away the stray tears that lingered on their skin.

“I can’t take it anymore, Mammon.” They managed out hoarsely. “It’s too much.”

“What’s too much?” He asked, confused.

Their lips opened and then closed before opening again. A small squeak was all they managed out before the tears started to fall once more.

“Come here,” Mammon murmured, pulling them into his embrace.

He wrapped an arm tightly around their waist and his other braced the back of their head. Mammon cringed as he felt their body shake against his. Audibly the human sobbed into his neck, leaving tear stains across his skin.

“The Great Mammon gotcha. Just let it out.”

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Irrational

Pairing: Lucifer x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1k

Warnings: none

Request by anon: Hola Jordan, so i have request where the Rowena younger daughter and is a in secret relationship with Michael or Lucifer. Something like her with Gabriel based i the audio (Stormy you look like mommy baby)?

Summary: You leave your seven-year-old in the hands of her uncle, and her dad isn’t too happy about that

Square Filled: “I think you have something you want to tell me.” (2022) for @spnquotebingo​

Author’s Note: i appreciate any and all comments! <3

You can’t help who you love, and if Sam and Dean knew who you were with, they would kick you out of their lives for sure. Everything inside your body told you not to love a man like him, but you took one look in his eyes and knew he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with.

He’s murdered countless people, he’s hurt Sam and Dean to the point of psychological abuse, everyone shutters when they hear his name, and he was kicked out of Heaven.

You’re madly in love with Lucifer. You shouldn’t, but he stole your heart amongst other things.

Everyone has noticed a change in him since meeting you. He murders less, he doesn’t bother a lot of people, and he seems to have an angel on his shoulder. You give yourself full credit for his new behavior because you bring out the best in him even if he tries to bring out the worst in you.

He’s more docile these days, but he’ll have his moments where the devil in him shows.

Luckily, Sam and Dean are out on a hunt, so you don’t have to worry about Lucifer coming over. They, too, have noticed a change but they still hate him with every fiber of their being.

The only other person at the Bunker besides you and your seven-year-old daughter is Gabriel. He’s hiding out from important people, but you enjoy his company. He’s tame whenever you’re around, but you hate leaving your kid with him even if it’s just to take a shower.

You don’t trust him at all because the last time he babysat, he took her to the moon to collect “moon cheese”. You don’t think you’ve ever been more furious at him. He backed down since then, but you still don’t trust him.

However, you’re in desperate need of food, and if you were to bring your daughter, you’d never leave the store.

“Go, everything will be fine. I promise, I will not leave this Earth with her,” Gabriel swears.

“Not the Bunker, Gabriel. I’m serious. Stay here.”

“I promise. No mischief.”

Yeah, okay Gabriel. You have no choice but to believe him, so you tried to keep the grocery shopping as short as you could. It still took 2 hours because you not only have to feed yourself and your daughter, but Sam, Dean, Jack, and any other visitor they may or may not bring.

It’s a damn good thing the Men of Letters seem to have infinite money.

You make it back to the Bunker in record time (usually, you’re out a few hours, not one), and you opt to leave the food in the car so you can check on your daughter.

“Mason!” you call out for her.

Instead of her running to greet you, Gabriel comes into the library with a cheeky smile on his face.

“I think you have something you want to tell me. Where’s Mason?” you ask and cross your arms.

“Don’t be mad--”

“You can’t say shit like that and not expect me to get mad! Where is she?” you demand.

Just then, your bubbly seven-year-old comes around the corner decked out in all of your clothes and with your makeup on her face.

“Mason! Baby, you look just like mommy,” you grin.

All worries fly out the window when you see her unharmed.

“I wanted to play dress up,” she giggles.

How can you be mad at her or Gabriel for that?

“Everything went fine with her,” Gabriel assures you. “I know you don’t trust me, but she’s my niece. I’d do anything to keep her safe.”

“I know,” you sigh. “I will always worry about her.”

“I understand.”

“I forgot something! Mommy, don’t move.”

“I won’t,” you chuckle.

She runs off to grab whatever she forgot, and that’s when the love of your life shows up. He’s been off planet for a while to take care of some business, and now that he’s back, all he wants is to see his daughter and be with you.

“Where is my princess?” Lucifer asks the second he shows up.

Sam and Dean think you’re a single mom. They don’t know Mason’s real dad or that you’re in a relationship with him.

“Mason can’t come. She’s not here--”

Before Gabriel can finish what he’s saying, Lucifer blows up in anger.

“Where the fuck is she? I swear to Dad, Gabriel, if you have hurt her--”

You jump into action before he can hurt Gabriel. The younger angel backs up in fear as Lucifer ascends toward him. You jump in the middle of them to calm your boyfriend. You reach up and grab his face so you can force him to look at you.

“Hey, look at me. Baby, look at me.” Lucifer looks at you five seconds later. “You need to calm down. Mason is fine. She’s playing dress up.”

“But Gabriel said--”

“If you had let me finish, big bro, I would have said Mason isn’t here, but his newly transformed teenager. It’s a joke. She looks more mature. God, I can’t have any fun with you.”

Mason comes running back with your shoes on and your purse. It’s actually kind of cute the way she wants to look like you. She smiles when she sees her father, and she runs over to him with open arms.

“You look so grown up,” he says and picks her up.

Lucifer looks between you and Gabriel before leaving with her. Once he’s had his fill with her, you know he’ll come crawling for some alone time with you.

“I’m sorry about him,” you say to Gabriel.

“He’s always been like that,” Gabriel waves you off. “Though, I do think it’s time you come clean to Sam and Dean. If they truly loved you, then they’d understand.”

“I know,” you sigh.

You’re terrified you’ll lose two very good friends, but if you’re going to continue living with them, then you need to have no secrets.

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