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Dom!reader x dom!Bellatrix x sub!Narcissa smut? Bella and Cissa aren't related. Bella and Y/N punish Narcissa after Narcissa is a brat. But with soft and gentle aftercare. Thanks! ❤❤

imprint (lily evans x reader x narcissa malfoy)

A/N: changed the request a bit because it seemed a bit too 😬 we have some degradation, praise, vibrators, edging, a threesome, nothing too major! this is 2k+ words, so reblog if you enjoyed! writing threesomes is hard people.

“No, baby, ehwaz means ‘partnership,’ but eihwaz means ‘defense.’ See this rune right here?" Lily leans forward, pointing at something that vaguely resembles a rune.

You mirror her movements. “It looks like a scribble.”

“Well, it technically is, but it changes the whole meaning. See how this and that one are different?”

Lily keeps on talking, but her words fade away in the presence of her beauty. The sunlight falls on her hair in just the right way, every slight movement highlighting how bright and fiery her hair is. Her hands puncture her points, a trait you’ve noticed when she’s excited. And her eyes … they sparkle brighter than a thousand diamonds.

“Y/N? Y/N? Are you listening?” She snaps her fingers in front of your face. “Hello, anyone there?”

“Yeah, sorry, Lils. I’m listening. I promise.” You shake your head, grinning sheepishly.

“Yeah? Then what did I just say?”

“Something, something, how much you love me, how sexy I am, all that.”

“Shut up!” Lily laughs, tossing her head back, and crawls into your lap a second later. Her hands come up around your neck, and yours automatically go around her waist. She kisses you once, then twice, before breaking away. “That’s so not true.”

“Hmm, whatever you say, doll.” Your lips meet again, and you slide your hands below her shirt, feeling the soft skin there, moving to raise her shirt even more until—

“Ahem.”

You both jump apart like thieves caught red-handed, heads whipping around to look at Narcissa lounging in the doorway. Her hand slides up the frame, the other resting on a silk-clad hip. How she manages to look so sexy while simply standing is something you’ll never be able to understand.

“Having a party without me, I see.” Narcissa raises an eyebrow.

“What? No, of course not. We would never do something like that, right, Lils?”

“Totally.” Even as Lily says that, her lips go back to yours. Your hands on her hips tighten in response, your head already in the clouds.

You hear quick footsteps, followed by Narcissa’s hands massaging your shoulders. “Darling, I don’t think you’re being entirely honest with me right now.”

You break apart from Lily, shaking your head. “Right, right, no party. We got some serious work to do.”

“You’re right, sorry, Cissa. We’ll be done soon.” With a dramatic groan, Lily gets off your lap and slumps back in her chair.

“Go on and wait for us, honey.” You smile up at Narcissa, pressing a quick kiss to her fingertips.

“You’ve been working all day.” A very unladylike sigh escapes her mouth, and she caresses your jaw with her sharp nails. “Don’t you want to spend time with me, instead?”

“Later, I promise. Now off with you.”

With another very unladylike gesture (a roll of her eyes), Narcissa sashays away. You and Lily glance at each other before breaking into laughter again.

“Stop, stop, we need to finish this.” Lily hushes you, swatting your thigh. “It won’t take long at all. Then we can have fun, promise.”

You roll your eyes but say, “If you say so.”

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To your satisfaction (and her chagrin), Lily was wrong. Work did take quite a long time. Runes were one of the most difficult things in existence, you decided. And thirty minutes later, you were beat.

“At least we’re done now, right?” Lily asked.

You shrugged. “I’m tired, babe. And Cissa is probably pouting in our bedroom, wondering where we’ve gone.”

“Then, come on! Let’s go see her!” She grabs your hand and runs up the stairs, taking them two at a time. You can’t help but laugh and dash after her. Every day, you’re reminded of how much you love her energy and wit. How much you love her.

Your excitement mounts with each passing second, your closed bedroom door luring you in. You imagine Narcissa to be perched on her vanity chair or perhaps looking out the window.

What you don’t expect, however, is for Narcissa to be lying on top of the bed, legs spread open, fucking herself with two of her fingers, juices already dripping onto the sheets.

“Holy … fuck,” Lily whispers.

Narcissa lets out an uncharacteristic shriek, tossing the covers over herself and sitting up in one smooth. “Merlin’s beard! Y/N, L-Lily, I thought you were still working!”

“Well, we were.” Lily saunters closer and rips the covers of Narcissa.

To your delight, she lets out a little whimper and scoots closer to Lily, trying to hide by sitting in her lap. “I’m so sorry, darling, this must be so unseemly, I really didn’t mean to—”

“Oh, no, no. This is not unseemly at all. But I’m afraid Y/N and I will have to punish you anyway.”

“What?” Wide blue eyes look into yours. “That’s not right; I didn’t do anything!”

“Oh, yes, you did. You were touching yourself right now, without our permission. And you were begging like a needy little whore earlier, weren’t you? Disrupting our concentration, isn’t that right, Y/N?” Lily looks over at you, and you nod, swallowing hard. So that’s how tonight’s going to be.

Narcissa is usually the dominant one, but Lily always enjoys being a brat and mouthing off. Sometimes, she gets so sassy she can out-dom Narcissa, while you just enjoy being their good little sub. But hey, it’s fun to switch up roles once in a while, right?

“That’s exactly how it’s going to be, Lils.”

“I’m glad you agree, baby. Go ahead and get the vibrator for me, would you?”

You do, smirking at Narcissa’s quiet complaint of, “Not the vibrator, it’s only fun when I use it on you!”

“Now, since you weren’t patient, you’re going to be punished, Cissa, and edged. Do you understand?”

She scowls as a response.

“That wasn’t a rhetorical question.” Lily brings her hand down on Narcissa’s cunt. Hard. She opens her mouth in a silent scream and clenches around nothing, lifting her hips. “Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes. Yes, I understand.”

“Good girl. Now you just sit tight and relax, try to have a good time.”

Lily giggles, looking at you mischievously as she rubs her hands all over Narcissa’s body, pale skin on pale skin. She touches everywhere, except the area she needs most. Narcissa sits still, patient, but as you join your hands to the fray, she can’t help but shiver.

“Oh, what’s wrong, baby? Needy already?” Lily coos with faux sympathy.

“N-No, I’m fine.”

“That’s what I thought.”

You move your hand up to Narcissa’s breast, absolutely wicked as you circle her nipple like you have all the time in the world. Once her nipple is nice and taught for you (which isn’t that difficult), you switch to her other breast. Your nail provides a dash of sharpness that makes Narcissa hold her breath and buck her hips.

“Stay still, Cissa,” you say, pinching her nipple a second later.

She does not stay still. Nor does she stay still when you latch onto her breast and suck. You flick her right nipple with your finger, alternating between pinching and rubbing, your mouth working non-stop on your left.

“Oh, god, darling, I’m going to—”

“No, you’re not.”

Narcissa can’t help but whine and flop back onto the bed as you back away, leaving her teetering, needing one last push. “Why? Please, I can be good.”

“You’ll have to prove it to us first.” Lily smirks. “I’m going to eat you out, baby. But I’m not going to let you come. And then Y/N is going to fuck you with her fingers. We’re going to edge you, maybe once or twice. However many times we want. Have you ever been edged, sweetie?”

“No.” Narcissa’s answer is faint, barely a whisper.

“Well!” Lily’s tone is bright. She’s amused. Happy she can tease to her heart’s content. “We’re going to edge you, and you’re going to like it.”

With that, she lowers her head and thoroughly licks through, and at all the wetness, she finds. You watch hungrily as Lily shoves Narcissa’s thighs apart, slapping them lightly before licking in one smooth stroke. Narcissa is already gripping at the sheets, face hidden in a pillow.

You watch as Lily starts off slow at first, playful until she coaxes out a whine, then increases. You watch how her nose brushes against Narcissa’s clit. You watch how her grip on Narcissa’s thighs leaves half-moon crescents. You watch the way she follows Narcissa’s every moment, face pressed to the juncture of her thighs. You watch as Narcissa is devoured.

You do more than watch, of course. You slip your hand under your waistband and remind yourself to go slow, just as slow as Lily’s going. Narcissa is trying so hard to muffle her sounds, but her moans keep slipping out. You feast on her noises, and tilt your head back, almost jumping when Lily says, “Y/N, sweetheart, don’t you want to come here and have a look at our pretty girl?”

“You know I do.” She grabs your hand before you can wipe away your wetness, enveloping them in the warmth of her mouth, sucking gently.

“I swear, if you keep doing that, Cissa won’t be the only one getting edged.”

“I’d like to see you try, baby.” She smirks and shoves you toward the woman in question.

“How are you doing, darling?” you ask.

“Please, can I come? I’ll be good, I promise, but I need you so bad.” A tear trails down her face, and you click your tongue, carefully wiping it away.

“Lily was so mean, wasn’t she, pretty girl? Wouldn’t let you come, either.” Your hand pulls at her nipple before sliding down her body, hand resting over her cunt. “So rude.”

“Yeah, well, look at our pet now. Not very Mommy dom anymore, is she?” Lily, sprawled on a nearby seat, teases. “Look at her.”

You do. Narcissa’s not some cool, controlled dominant anymore; she’s a begging, whimpering sub mess. Her legs are spread wide open, so you can see her pretty pink lips, dripping and wet. And all at the hands of you and Lily. It’s quite an ego boost, and you want to make her even more debauched. Times like this aren’t very common, after all.

Finally, you enter one finger into Narcissa. You pump in and out, but that’s not enough to really feel the burn. Another finger is added, then another until she’s filled with three fingers.

Your rhythm is slow at first, but at her whine, you increase until she’s thrusting at a frenetic pace.

“Doesn’t that feel good, pretty girl?” You look over to Lily who’s clearly enjoying the show, already naked and playing with herself. You grin and blow a kiss to her before you’re interrupted by Narcissa.

“I want to come. Don’t stop, Y/N.” She grips onto your wrist, trying to summon her stern, confident demeanor.

You can’t help it. You laugh. “Oh, honey, you’re under our control now. We’re in charge.”

She changes her attitude immediately, going back to her pout. The sight only amuses you more. You’ve moved past the “pretending to be the top” stage and the “blushy, shy” stage, and are now on the “pouty, needy, little brat” stage.

“Come help me for a second, Lils.” You grab a vibrator and turn it on to the lowest setting, toying with the buttons.

“Really? I’m kinda busy here!”

“Hush, you. Help me decide. Should we overstimulate our dear girl or edge her nice and slowly?”

“I dunno, baby.” She sashays closer to you, pressing her body against yours. “Or we could just tie her up and have some fun ourselves.”

“No, please! I’ll be good, I promise.” Narcissa’s whine breaks you two apart, and without further ado, you flick the vibrator to the highest setting and place it right on her clit.

She screams.

And she squirms, even when Lily comes to her side and holds her down. Babbled, half-unintelligible words leave her lips, cursing, begging, pleads to any gods out there. Her chest, covered with a pretty flush, heaves as you switch the vibrator to the lowest setting. The almost violent rush of pleasure is replaced by a slow, steady wave that’s always present.

“Please, may I come? I need to come so bad, coming for you—”

“Go right ahead, princess,” Lily affectionately coos. “Make a big mess for us.”

Narcissa comes. She doesn't scream—she sobs. She sobs as something is wrenched out of her, like her soul is leaving her body, something big and good and all for you. Her toe-curling orgasm makes her arch your back for a good while, eyes slammed shut, mouth half-open, body exploding with pleasure.

You allow Lily to turn off the vibrator and toss it to the side as you pad to the bathroom, grabbing a wet washcloth before heading back to your loves. Lily is already laying next to Narcissa, stroking her hair and whispering things you can’t hear. You stay quiet, instead opening a water bottle on the nightstand and offering it to Narcissa. “Cissa, come drink.”

“Thank you, darling.” Her voice is a bit raspy, which sends a shiver through you (though you ignore it). “Aren’t you going to lay down?”

You do, but you focus on cleaning her with the warm washcloth. Her little sigh lets you know it feels refreshing and lovely. You make sure she’s sufficiently cleaned before tossing it to the side, finally relaxing.

“Come closer, please?” her soft voice asks.

“Anything you want, honey.” You let Narcissa pull you closer, intertwining her legs with yours. Lily is already tucked into her other side, her hand playing with soft skin.

Narcissa’s always been a fan of naked cuddles, loving the feel of a warm body (or two) pressed against her. The intimacy of it has been a big factor for her, and she’s passed her love along to Lily.

“Did you have fun, Cissa?” Lily asks.

“I did, indeed.” She plays with both of your hair. “You were both brilliant.”

“So were you,” Lily pipes up. “And so beautiful and stunning and incredible—”

“Thank you, darling.” A pink flush adorns Narcissa’s cheeks, and she clears her throat. “I enjoyed myself greatly. I hope you two enjoyed yourself also.”

You smile at both of them. “I love everything we do.”

Lily nods, humming her agreement, and cuddles closer to Narcissa, eyes already closing. “Me too, baby. Me too.”

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winslctrg · 4 years ago

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There You Go, Saving Me From Out Of The Cold

Pairing: Delia x Reader

Word Count: 1593

Premise: Reader thinks about her love for the one Cordelia Goode.

A/N: Omg, my first fic on here! I’m kinda nervous to post… but here goes nothing. I hope you’ll like it!

You had never really known what love actually felt like. How it felt to be surrounded by warmth, affection and fondness. When you grew up you learned about the rights and wrongs in life. You were told it was a sin to lie with a woman. But dreaming about boys felt like a fresh paper cut that was just starting to heal: uncomfortable, but manageable.

While fantasizing about a future with a man you confused the relief of companionship for romance, and the anxiety that it gave you for chemistry. When you tried to envision him saying ‘you’re mine’, you felt like you were trapped, it was too possessive. You did not want to get your heart stolen, but at least being kept in a cage would keep you safe.

While fantasizing about kissing a man you felt a feeling of acquiescence. You imagined, as long as you would keep your eyes shut it would be okay.

This was love, right?

At least this was what you thought it was – until you met her.

When you saw Delia for the first time you were mesmerized. You had never wanted to give up custody of your own heart more. She felt like home and like freedom. And suddenly all the distress and discomfort you had assumed was perfectly normal, melted. Just like you did when she touched you.

Delias laughter reminded you of the reason why the earth revolved around the sun and when you kissed it felt like you had found the world’s greatest treasure without even searching for it.

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winslctrg · 4 years ago

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oml thanku @lucyintheskywithxanax for the tag i had so much fun w this

there we go, thats my vampire witch self. I can’t think of anyone that hasn’t been tagged already so if u wanna do this just do it

Got tagged by @midnight-love-song and @release-the-sheep, thank you my loves <3

I have no idea how to make the pretty picture of the poicon pop up so here have a link

And here’s my little bean!

Honestly pretty close! I need to get orange earrings tho

I’ll tag @anneofgreengaybles, @justkeepbreathingnow, @mildolyn-love, @cblgblog, @strawberry-cherryandwine :)

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winslctrg · 4 years ago

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I Love You, With A Touch Of Tragedy And Quite Madly. (Mildred Ratched x Reader)

summary: a regular day at work turns out to be not so regular

a/n: this is for @sassicaismysupreme surpriseeee i was ur secret fic writer. Not important, but this is my first fic ever so i hope it is any good!

warnings: slapping, angst!

Your relationship with Mildred was a fairytale. You were all sunshine and blue skies. Though some clouds might be there with the occasional rainy day, there were rarely thunderstorms.

Mildred only added to your sunshine. She has been like some sort of rainbow hanging above your little heart island, making it a happier place. Rainbows are rare and special, and that’s also how you looked at Mildred.

It had always been happy. You were used to it like that, and you liked it that way. No complications, no anxiety, no fears, no anger. Mildred was some sort of safe haven where you just never had any problems. That's probably why the situation affected you so much.

It was one of those blue sky, happy sunny days. You opened your eyes, closed them again against the rays that fell right through your curtains. You couldn't be annoyed for long though, because your head immediately met your sleeping girlfriend's.

Your mouth fell into a soft smile upon seeing her. She always seemed to have that effect on you, no matter where you guys were. It once even happened at a funeral, and Mildred had to give u a soft warning glare. Not that that helped though, it only made you smile more. She made you smile. At home, at work, in the grocery store, on the street, at parties, anywhere at anytime. She was quite simply everything to you.

You pressed a soft kiss on her temple “Wake up darling, we’ll be late.” You whispered, before running your hand softly through her hair. The sun made her features even more gorgeous than they usually were, accentuating her sharp cheekbones and her beautiful big lips. Your hand left her hair and ran softly from the forming frown between her eyebrows all the way down to her nose before putting it on her now blushing cheeks.

“Goodmorning sunshine.” You giggled. A soft smile spread on Mildred’s face as she finally opened her eyes. Her brown eyes looked nearly gold because of the sun. You begged. Wished to stay like this forever, but the alarm went off, pulling you both out of your trances. You grinned at her before you sat up and grabbed her wrist. She positioned herself right in your arms. You let your nose slip into her beautiful reddish-brown hair, smelling her expensive shampoo.

You never got used to moments like these. They made your heart race, and you were sure it also grew 3 times bigger. “I love you” you whispered into her hair, as if making a promise to yourself that your heart would forever beat for her. “I love you too honey.” She said before yawning. “Aww are you sleepy baby?” you teased. “Did i wear you out last night?” your said, and you winked at her. Mildred glared at you, but you could see the pink tones covering her ears and cheeks. You kissed her softly, before pulling away again but resting your forehead against hers, noses touching. “We have to get ready.” You whispered. “I know.” She replied. She put her soft hands on your cheeks, as her long slender thumbs started stroking the area right beside your nose. “I love you.” You said again, just for the sake of reassuring your promise to her. She knew, because she smiled and when you looked deep into her warm brown eyes you saw that same promise. “I love you too, lets get dressed.”

You were in the car to work, both of you working at the hospital. Mildred drove, always. You did try once, but then nearly hit a car because you were too busy staring at her. You didn’t mind not driving, it meant you could stare at her without the posibillity of killing an entire family and their dog.

As you both arrived on the parking lot, you made sure your hat was on right and straightened Mildred’s too. You glanced around, saw nobody and kissed her. It always cleared your mind, kissing her. It seemed to draw out any negative feelings and fill your head with love, much like a love potion.

You both stepped out of the car and went to your respective entrances. You gave Mildred a small smile before parting.

Work went slowly, but good. You were good friends with Huck, and he made time speed up just a little faster, plus seeing Mildred at lunch really made you optimistic again.

After lunch, Mildred called you and Huck to a treatment room. There was a girl there, around your age, and she looked frightened.

“Nurse Finnigan, nurse y/l/n, this is miss Ruth Davis. She’s here because of unexplainable feelings towards women, which is simply unacceptable, don’t you guys think?” You pushed up an eyebrow and looked at Huck, who also had a confused expression on his face. “Well?” Mildred asked, a slight tinge to her tone now. Huck cleared his throat. “Yeah uh sure, unacceptable.”

You, however shook your head. “I don’t think she should be tortured simply for liking women. I don’t see a problem with it honestly.” You said as calmly as you could. You met Hucks gaze, saw his shocked eyes but also his slight grin. You averted your gaze to meet Mildreds eyes, saw a flash of panic. Panic? No, now it was definitely anger. “Nurse y/l/n thats incredibly inappropriate. I suggest you find another job if you think that way.” She said, her voice sounded a little too forced for your liking. “I’d gladly do, but um I know you don’t have a problem with it either.” You said and moved your head to look at the girl. “She doesn’t,” you told her. “I’d know-“

Before you had the time to finish your sentence, you felt a hard burning on your cheek and you stumbled tot he ground. She had hit you. Your mind was running 800 miles per second. You stared back up at her with tears threatening to come out of your eyes.

“I should’ve known it wasn’t real, right? That this was all a big game to you. That you didn’t actually care about me.” You whispered and you tried to lean on your shakey hands. “I’m sorry for believing you didn’t actually hate me, I’m sorry you had to keep your act up for so long. I just thought-“ your voice broke mid sentence. “I thought we were happy.” You blinked. Didn’t, couldn’t look at her. You opened your mouth to speak again, but instead a sob made it’s way out. You shook your head feverently and ran past her. “Don’t come after me.” You murmered as your shoulders touched. Away. Away. Away.

You didn’t know how long you had ran for, you wondered how you had even kept on going that far. Breathing was becoming, air scraping it’s way through your lungs, making them bleed. Doesn’t matter, you told yourself. It definitley wasn’t bleeding as badly as your heart

You only ever wanted to be hers. To watch the sunset with her ever night in the summer, and sit by the ocean just because you could. To give her hugs for warmth when she had underestimated the cool sting of the autumn air. To hold her hand on walks during the snow in the winter, and buy her the perfect christmas presents. To pick her some blooming daisies and lavender and violets in the spring and make a bouqet, just for her. You wanted to make her feel wanted.

You came to a halt as you realized where you had run to. Her house. Because that was home. She was. Your face crumpled and you started sobbing. You rand to the nearest wall to steady yourself, before giving up and letting yourself slide down the wall. You let your head fall in your hands and buried your shaking fingers in your hair.

“Yes, I’m scared of you! You hit me!” you screamed out, voice breaking halfway through out of frustration, anger and love. That one was hard to admit, but you knew you were mad because you loved her. Because you had spent months making a flower garden with all of your memories, and all that you knew of her, and all of your feelings, and she had just set it on fire.

“Look y/n I’m sorry, I don’t know what to do.” She said. Her voice was soft and you tried to listen for any sign of a lie. You couldn’t find any. You whipped your head up, glaring at her with such passion that even you were scared of what you were capable of. “You should’ve thought about that before you put you whole palm on my face, don’t you think?” you snarled. You saw her chin tremble, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. “You know, you always tell your patients not to be afraid, but i don’t think there’s anyone that’s more scared than you. I know you are, don’t even pretend you aren’t. I know you.” You paused for a second, took a shaky breath in, cursed at yourself internally. “You might not know it, but I do. 4 months don’t just go by, Mildred. Neither for you nor for me.”

You saw a tear slip out of her eye. “I’m so sorry y/n. I do know. I do care. I’m sorry.” She breathed, and you could practically hear your heart break. “I don’t know what to do, but I do care. I can’t-“ her sentence got broken up by a big intake of breath, before a loud sob escaped her mouth. “I was so scared.” She cried. Your eyebrow pushed up. You should've known she was afraid, should've known she never agreed to do the therapy, should’ve known you burnt your own flowers the minute you started talking. But you were confused, and you felt hurt and you reacted on that.

You didn't even think about her feelings, if you were going to be honest with yourself. You wanted to feel guilty, but deep down you knew you couldn’t blame yourself. She hurt you, she hit you and that wasn’t going to be forgotten in a heartbeat.

But you loved her. More than anything. And so you tried to pick up all of the broken pieces, yours and hers, and tried to glue all of it into one big love ball.

“I’m not gonna say that its okay, Mildred, because it’s not and you know that.” You started. You saw her eyes scarily looking up into yours. You took a deep breath in before continuing. “But this doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore.” Her eyes watered again. “It doesn’t?” You shook your head. “No it doesn’t, but you try doing that again and I won’t give you another chance.” Mildred shook her head violently. “Alright, come on, we’ll go home.”

That night before you guys went to bed, you approached her.

“Mildred,” you said as she was going to the bathroom. She turned around, her beautiful curls falling just right over her shoulders. “Yeah?” she said. You smiled. “I love you.” She hid a small blush while turning back around. “I love you too darling.” She replied. You smiled to yourself. Though this was too big of an issue to just blow over, you knew you and Mildred would work through it. Because you loved her, even if it was tragedy sometimes.

#mildred ratched #mildred ratched x reader #ratched #sarah paulson #sarah paulson x reader

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winslctrg · 4 years ago

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im. HELLO ILY?! this is so nice 🥺

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The Fall

This is a Lucifer x Reader imagine. Enjoy! PS. you can find the rest of my imagines on my Masterlist.

Why couldn’t one case just be open and shut easy? This is what was running through your mind as you were running after your latest killer. The two of you maneuvering through a construction zone. Luckily, you were not afraid of heights because that would have been a serious problem. You wondered how far off Lucifer was, secretly hoping that he’d show up to intervene sooner than later.

You were closing in when your phone started ringing. You looked down for a split second, which was long enough for you to lose sight of the killer. You continued walking cautiously, “Graham, it’s over, there is nowhere left to run. Just turn yourself in,” you advised moving closer.

That is when he came up from behind you and shoved you towards the edge. The two of you struggled against each other. You were able to hear voices nearing you and apparently he did as well as he pulled you up near the edge and held you by the throat with your sidearm forced against the side of your head.

“Don’t come any closer or I’ll shoot her, I swear I’ll do it,” he yelled desperately.

“Okay Graham, just calm down. We don’t want anyone to get hurt here,” Dan answered calmly edging just into your line of sight.

“I can’t go to jail, I can’t,” Graham urged.

You were analyzing the situation trying to figure a way out of it. There was no way that you were disarming him, the two of you were too close to the edge for you to try any physical maneuvers. He was already becoming unstable which meant he was becoming less and less unpredictable. While realizing the bleakness of it all, you just wished that Lucifer was there.

“Graham, I need you to let go of the detective. Do that and we can talk about this, I promise,” Dan tried to reason.

“I-I can’t. Oh God, how did this happen? I didn’t mean for this- This isn’t me,” Graham spiraled, his grip on your neck tightening, making it harder to breath. It was then that you noticed Lucifer, you could see the worry in his eyes as he assessed what was going on.

“Graham, it’s going to be okay. Look at me, no gun, I’m not going to hurt you,” he tried, taking a step towards the two of you. Graham watched him, tears running down his face as he realized for the first time how screwed he actually was.

“You’ve got the gun, you have the power. Just let the detective go,” he coaxed not daring to break eye contact for even a second. Graham started to release his grip on you, at least enough that you could breathe freely.

“That’s it Graham, just release the Detective,” he repeated calmly taking another step towards the two of you.

That was all it took to set Graham off. He whispered, “I’m sorry,” before shoving you over the edge and making a run for it. He made it three steps before Dan shot him in the shoulder and two of the officers cuffed him.

Lucifer watched as it happened lunging towards you, but he wasn’t fast enough. He screamed your name and then sprinted down to where you were absolutely terrified that he had lost you. When he made his way down, the sight made him want to throw up. Your body was still, too still. There was blood that he couldn’t place. The entire thing looked surreal. He checked for your pulse and put his ear to your mouth listening for your breathing. All the while praying to his father that it was there and that you weren’t —-.

Dan came close behind him calling for the medics and warning Lucifer not to move you. Lucifer was internally freaking out to the point that he barely noticed him. All that he could focus on was you. He had to be pulled away when the medics arrived and couldn’t even focus on the words they were saying. He just watched them swarm around you hooking up monitors and applying braces. He was at a complete loss. He didn’t take his eyes off of you once until they loaded you into the ambulance.

“Sir! Are you riding with?” one of the medics asked.

“Wh-what?” Lucifer asked snapping out of it.

“Are you riding with?” she repeated.

“Yes,” he said before climbing in with you.

“No response,” “Glasgow Coma 6”, “Potential Hemorrhage,”

Lucifer heard the words and reached for your hand willing you to be okay. You arrived to the hospital and were rolled away frantically by a plethera of nurses and doctors. Lucifer was left standing in the hallway as you were taken to the trauma wing. There were tears in his eyes as he watched you disappear out of sight. To those who saw him, he looked like a lost puppy whose bone was just stolen.

Dan and Ella rushed to the hospital, Ella called Maze who called Linda who called Amenadiel. Everyone arrived separately and tried to reassure Lucifer that everything was going to be fine, but he wouldn’t believe them until you were back in his arms and he could hear your laugh.

After what felt like an eternity later, your doctor finally came out.

“Is anyone here for Miss Y/f/n Y/l/n?” she asked.

“I’m her boyfriend and partner,” Lucifer said as he stood up. The others also came over to hear what was going on.

“Her injuries were more severe than we first thought. We were able to alleviate the pressure and stop the bleeding in her brain. She was placed in a medically induced coma to allow the inflammation to go down. We won’t know the full extent of her condition until she is awake. She’s quite lucky to even be alive,” the doctor explained.

“Can we see her?” Maze asked.

“She’s in the ICU right now and can’t have visitors. In the morning, we will be moving her to a private room and reducing her sedatives. You should all go home and get some rest and come back then,” she answered before excusing herself back to work.

Everyone was a little disheartened by the news, but no one more than Lucifer. “Lucky to even be alive,” he repeated in disbelief. If only he would have got there sooner, maybe this could have all been prevented.

“But she is, and that is what is important brother. She will be fine, Y/n is strong. You know that,” Amenadiel reassured resting a hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah, Y/n is one of the strongest humans I know,” Maze added.

“I just wish-” Lucifer started.

“Don’t do that. Don’t blame yourself for this. Don’t think about what you would do differently. It’s not healthy,” Linda interrupted.

“I can’t help it,” he said staring off and replaying the scene in his head again.

“You should all go home, I will stay with Luci and make sure everything is okay,” Amenadiel spoke.

“I’m not leaving,” Maze stated sitting down next to Lucifer.

Linda, Dan, and Ella reluctantly left knowing that there wasn’t anything that they’d be able to do until morning anyways.

It was a long night, but none of the celestial beings moved from their seats. They just sat and waited. The small talk didn’t last long before a comfortable silence took over. Maze and Amenadiel were just as worried about Lucifer as they were you. They knew that he would be more than devastated if something happened to you.

It wasn’t until 10 am the next day that the nurse came and led Lucifer back to your room. He paused for a moment outside your door. He knew that once he opened it he would have to face reality and there would be no turning back. He took a deep breath and opened the door.

There you were, a hospital gown where your uniform had been. A bandage secured firmly around your head and a tube that was allowing you to breath sticking out of your throat. You looked helpless which was not something Lucifer had seen before.

He felt awkward and out of place, not knowing what he should do exactly. He was nervous, which didn’t really make sense to him considering you were unconscious. It was all too much for him, seeing you like that. He took a seat beside you and took your hand, but even that felt off. He wanted to be there for you, but he didn’t know how to be.

Everyone else trickled in and out, all talking to you. Dan explained that Graham was locked up for good and how the cases were waiting for you whenever you were ready. Ella had brought in a bag of your clothes from Lux and explained how she made sure that your car made it back from the scene. Maze lovingly threatened you. And Amenadiel wished you well. Finally, it was just Linda and Lucifer in your room.

“Why do they do that?” he asked staring at your hand.

“Why do they do what?” she asked.

“Why do they all talk to her like there is nothing wrong?”

“Well, some people have to normalize situations in order to cope. It is also believed that coma patients are aware of their surroundings. Have you not talked to her?” she asked.

“I don’t even know what to say,” he answered.

“Maybe it would help if you close your eyes and pretend that the two of you were back at LUX? Just a normal day. I’ll give you the room,” she replied, placing her hand on his shoulder.

He sat there for a minute, just thinking before he gave in and tried it, closing his eyes. “Wow, this is absurd. Me. Lucifer Morningstar at a loss for words,” he joked.

“I don’t know what to say. Linda said to close my eyes and pretend this is a conversation between us at LUX. Which I am, but you wouldn’t know that because you are unconscious. I don’t know how I am supposed to pretend that everything is okay when we are where we are. It’s my fault, we shouldn’t have split up. I just- and when I saw him with a gun to your head. But then I watched you fall and I thought you were-,” he revealed so caught up in the moment he hadn’t even noticed you squeezing his hand.

You tried to say something and started freaking out still not entirely aware of the fact that you were intubated. The sudden change in your stats not only caught Lucifer’s attention, a look of relief and worry taking over his face, but also caught the attention of the nurses who rushed in and forced him out.

After what felt like an eternity, he was allowed back in your room. You were propped up more, breathing on your own, clearly worn out. The nurse informed Lucifer that you were mostly fine, and just needed to take it easy and rest. Overtaken by the good news, he pulled her into a hug.

“Wow, you moved on already,” he heard you joke softly. His chest felt like it was going to burst with relief.

“Come now Darling, you know no one will ever replace you,” he said smoothly as he went to your side, “how are you feeling?”

“Better now that you are here.”

“Well, I do tend to have that affect in people,” he smiled.

“Graham?”

“In custody. He will be locked up for the rest of his life. He’s lucky you’re okay otherwise that would have been the least of his problems.”

“Lucifer…”

“Don’t Lucifer me, if not me, Maize would have taken care of him. He almost–” but Lucifer couldn’t finish that thought.

“But he didn’t. And I’m fine. See,” you interrupted doing small jazz hands at the end.

“I love you, you know that?”

“Well I would hope so at this point,” you laughed before adding, “I love you too Lucifer.”

“Are you sure there isn’t anything you need? Anything I can get you?”

“No, I have everything I need right here,” you said through a new wave of exhaustion.

Lucifer, picking up on this, replied softly, “Get some rest, I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

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