Tag: lucifer

Trapped and Tormented

Requested by Anonymous

Could you do a lucifer x reader where he and the reader are trapped by Crowley (like he was during season 12) and all they can do is talk to each other? Then they get out of it and yeah…… think is my first ‘request’ and I feel weird bye

A/N: I’m trying to get back into the hang of things, I promise.

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“So… you come here often?”

You’d said the pickup line at least once a day ever since Crowley had trapped you and Lucifer together. It wasn’t even close to getting old yet.

“Y/n, if you keep asking me that I’m going to make you my new lap dog as soon as we get out of here,” Lucifer hissed, leaning back into his chair with a sigh.

You wiggled your eyebrows at him, coming back with a snarky comment.

“Only if I actually get to sit on your lap.”

Lucifer merely closed his eyes a moment and opened them to glare at the door. His eyes glowed bright blood-red as he whispered something.

“It’s very unattractive for a man to pray to his unborn son,” you snickered, tugging at the chains on your arms. Of course there wasn’t any budging, but it was nice to try.

Lucifer stopped his mumbling, ignoring yet another one of your well thought-out comments.

“Not my son. I’m actually trying to find a way out of here. Unlike one of us.”

You exhaled a breath and bit your bottom lip.

“Okay, I know you’ve got a plan, so what is it?”

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“I can’t believe those demons were that stupid!”

You rubbed your wrists, which had been bruised from the tight bindings placed around them.

Lucifer stretched his arms, offering a hand out to you.

“I think it’s time I meet my son. What do you think?”

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You watched him fall to his knees beneath you, hitting the floor with a loud thump.

His eyes flitted up to yours in a mix of horror and betrayal. It wasn’t your fault! You tried crying out, dropping the archangel blade, anything that would stop Lucifer, but no.

You’d made that deal with Lucifer. You’d become his vessel. Only underneath the terms that he were to not hurt Gabriel.

But of course, only foolish people made deals with the devil.

Nothing stopped him from plunging that blade through his brother’s chest. An immediate wave of guilt flowed over you as Gabriel breathed your name.

His last word the girl who had involuntarily killed him.

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Supernatural Group Chat #2

Y/n added Moose, Squirrel, and Cas to the conversation.

Y/n: Hey guys!!!!

Squirrel: Did you change our screen names??

Y/n: Maybe… A certain King of Hell owed me a favour 😉

Moose: Ew Y/n

Cas: I don’t understand. Why do you find that gross?

Moose: Don’t worry about it, Cas.

Squirrel: Speaking of Crowley, he is not allowed in this chat again. Last time, he was spying on Cas and I.

Y/n: To be fair, we thought you guys were having a secret relationship.

Squirrel: Wtf seriously?

Moose: Of course, you idiot.

Squirrel: Not you, too!!

Y/n: 😛

Squirrel: I hate you guys.

Y/n: You don’t hate Cas…

Cas: Why would Dean ever hate me? What have I done?

Y/n: Omg xD

Moose: I’m just gonna….

Moose added God 🙏🏼 to the conversation.

Y/n: Oh you didn’t

Moose: Oh yes I did

God 🙏🏼: What’s up mortals

Squirrel: Damnit

Comfort Drabble #3

Lucifer x Reader

Insecurity: Volume (Too quiet)

You stretched your legs out and curled them under you, bringing your blanket to rest on your lap.

The Winchesters were talking about what they were going to do on the next hunt while Lucifer chided in here and there.

“I thought we could try finding the vampire nest by asking locals first.”

It was as if you had said nothing. They were too engrossed in their own conversation to even notice you had said something.

“I never get heard around here!” You shouted, feeling the tears begin to prick your eyes. The three men turned to you with astonishment and open mouths.

“Yea, now you hear me.”

You push past them, making a quick dash to your room. As soon as you opened that door, you groaned.

“Go away, Lucifer.”

The archangel was sitting on your bed, his face a mix of confusion and… concern?

“I promise I’m not here to belittle you or make sarcastic remarks. I’m curious, I suppose. What was the outburst about?”

He was being polite, you had to give him some credit.

You wiped a few stray tears from your cheeks and sighed.

“No one ever hears me. Every time I talk, I’m either mumbling or too quiet. It’s just been getting on my nerves lately.”

His eyes, no matter how dark and vacant they usually seemed, were calm and inviting. You wanted to reach for him, pull him close and cry into his shoulder. That’s exactly what you ended up doing.

Lucifer’s hand stroked your hair as you left tear stains on his shirt.

“It’s okay, Y/n. I’ll always be here to listen to you.”

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