Lucifer x Reader: In Exchange
Everyone loves a good Reverse au, right? I wouldn’t call it good, but here you are.
Gabriel came running into the room, hands full of papers, “I’ve found something!”
Lucifer downed the rest of his coffee and pushed himself away from his own work, “Finally. What do you have?”
Gabriel pulled up a chair. He placed all of the papers he held and explained his theory about their case. There was a pattern with the multiple deaths that had occurred that Gabriel believes point to were the monsters’ hideout is.
Gabriel and Lucifer heard the front door open and slam shut, Castiel’s agitated voice filled the bunker. Only there were a few extra pair of footsteps.
“Leave me alone, Dean,” Castiel said, entering the room and dropping his duffle bag on the ground.
“C'mon, Cas. I helped you,” Dean spoke, trailing behind Castiel, with Sam not far behind.
Castiel faced the green apple-eyed angel with a glare, “I would have prayed to you if I had required your help.”
Sam, the taller of the two angels, sighed, “I think he’s right, Dean. He had this one handled.”
Dean looked around the room before facing Sam again, “I’m sorry, princess, but I can’t find where I asked for your opinion.”
Sam tilted his head, fixing Dean with pierced lips and a glare. They exchange this face often, and the Shurley brothers - Castiel, Gabriel, and Lucifer - ended up calling this expression ‘The Bitchface’.
Lucifer and Gabriel stand from the table.
“Come on, little brother,” Gabriel said. “We’ve got a case to finish.”
Castiel’s eyebrows press together, “I just got back.”
“I know. Give us a few minutes and wait at the door for us, little bro.”
Castiel picked up his duffle bag and started heading to the door. Dean, whose intent was to follow Castiel, was pulled back by Sam.
“We’ll stay and keep an eye on things around here,” Sam insisted.
“Thanks, Sam-oose,” Gabriel mocked a flirtatious wave and blew a kiss. Lucifer rolled his eyes and followed Gabriel out.
The three brothers moved throughout the building, Lucifer armed with a demon knife, and the other two with an angel blade. The first demon who showed up attacked Castiel, grabbing him from behind. Castiel, on the other hand, was prepared, and reacted immediately.
From that, more demons showed up in groups, in groups of 5-6 at first, but grew to 10-13. The Shurley’s were being outnumbered by black-eyed demons. They were getting worn out, panting with exhaustion. The three brothers used whatever they could to stay ahead, from chairs that used to hold hostages, to the empty vessels as human shields.
A simple snap went unheard within the uproar within the room. The vessels that held demons split and rupture in a muddle of blood and pieces of flesh. The blood and flesh spray along the walls and nearby surfaces, including the Shurley brothers. As if they didn’t have enough blood on them from their own injuries.
A slow clap interrupted the sudden silence. The brothers whip around to a woman sitting comfortably in one of the chairs that resided there. The woman held a smug smirk and held her head up high. The Shurley’s glare.
“I almost thought that you three had this handled,” she spoke.
“Satan,” Lucifer spat, as if the very word was dipped in poison.
The smirk fell from her lips, the red in her eyes showing off a bit more than before, “I do have a name, you know.”
Gabriel scoffed, “As if we’d use it, silver tongue.”
The woman scowled, standing to a powerful stance. A flash of lightning illuminated the room, throwing shadows of what looked to be wings on the wall behind her. The large ever-growing shadows, along with the ice-y blue, glowing eyes, managed to make the woman look much larger and much more intimidating. The lights seemed to burn brighter, as if they were about to burst with the energy it held.
“Watch your tone.” The lights explode into sparks and tiny pieces of glass.
The woman closes her eyes, taking a breath, and raising her hands as if in apology. A smirk makes its way onto her face again.
“I’ve come with a proposition, on the condition that you use my correct name,” she spoke with sincerity and travesty of honesty, which made it hard to determine her actual intentions.
“Let’s here your proposition…Y/n,” Castiel spoke. He made a slight face when he said your name, as if it had a bitter taste to it.
Y/n sits down again, “I give you information on whatever you need, as well as my help on whatever hunt you need.”
The three glace cautiously at each other.
“What’s the catch, sugar?” Gabriel asks.
Y/n’s smirk broadens, “You house me at your place.”
“Absolutely not,” Castiel said firmly, shaking his head.
Y/n simply shrugs, “Oh, well. Shame to let all of this information go to waste.”
There was silence a few moments. Y/n, who made the proposition, was getting something out of it. So, when it was declined, why did she just shrug it off?
Gabriel grabs Castiel and Lucifer, “Family meeting.” He pulls them in a huddle. “What do you guys think?”
“No,” they both respond firmly, Lucifer sounding slightly more aggressive.
Gabriel holds a look of being conflicted. They all look over their shoulders to Y/n, who waves, before turning back into he middle of the circle.
“I don’t like this any more than you two do, but The Devil is offering information. All we have to do is deal with her bipolar ass in the bunker,” Gabriel rationalizes.
They all exchange glances.
“Fine, say we did house her, which we won’t, how long would we do it?” Lucifer asks.
“As much as I don’t like the thought, we could use the information that she has to offer, as well as her help on hunts that could go unfavorable,” Castiel says.
Lucifer glares and growls, “Fine.”
They break the circle and turn to the fallen archangel in front of them.
Lucifer crosses his arms, glaring daggers at the being, “We accept your offer.”
Y/n stands up once again with a smug smile fixed to her face. “Perfect. Shake on it,” she stepped closer to the group. They tensed, and her smile faltered only a moment.
Lucifer stepped up, but when he gripped Y/n’s hand, his skin broke out in goose-bumps and a shiver went down his spine.
She chuckled, “What? Expected a more warmer hand? Unknown to most, it’s actually the opposite. I don’t burn hot.”
Lucifer ignored her comment, rushing his brothers out to the car with Y/n only a step behind them.
Y/n was the first to step in the bunker, scanning the area.
“Nice place,” she says.
Dean and Sam walk into the room to greet the brother, but stop immediately as their eyes fall upon the archangel.
Y/n turns to them and smiles, “Hello, Sam. Hello, Dean. My brothers.”
Dean growls and goes in for an attack, “You little-” Sam quickly holds him back from you, a look of fear and slight anger.
“You’re the little one, little brother. What’s got your feathers in a twist?” Y/n spoke with a teasing smirk.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Dean asks aggressively.
“Raising hell, actually, in case you’ve missed that bit.”
“I got that, but why are you here?”
“You have no business here, Y/n,” Sam intervenes.
“In fact, I do, little brother. I’m helping your humans here in return that I hideout here. Which, by the way, you’re not going to tell anyone about my location.”
“Who’s gonna stop me?” Dean glares.
Y/n’s teasing expression falls to a glare as well, and the temperature of the room raises a few degrees before dropping below the original set temperature. Y/n and Dean hold their stares for a few moments before Dean takes a few steps behind him, backing down.
“That’s what I thought.”
It’s been a few weeks since the beginning of Y/n’s stay at the Shurley’s bunker, and to the surprise of the brothers, you were very helpful. She gives them information of the whereabouts of certain monsters, as well as information about monsters that they’ve never heard about. Y/n also has saved all of their lives multiple times. Although, with all of that good came a whole lot of bad, but what else would you expect from The Devil?
The brothers quickly found out just how bipolar Y/n was. They never know what mood she could be in at the time, which unnerves them. When they come back from hunts, she could be very polite, greeting them kindly and asking how it went. She may be feeling a bit more anxious, which could go either way for them. Then there’s the possibility that she yells at them, which not only freezes the air, but also breaks bulbs, not to mention absolutely terrifies them. Gabriel’s almost certain that she’ll go against them some day.
It wasn’t only her mood swings they found out about, but also other aspects. For example, she loathes being bossed around and will often not do what they say. She does what she wants and gets aggressive when anyone tries to get her to do something. Although, no matter what she’s feeling at the time, she’s almost always prodding for attention, especially from Lucifer.
Y/n and Lucifer have gotten close over the time that she’s stayed there. So much so that Lucifer expected and enjoyed her company most of the time. He even got Y/n to try a few human things. The was appalled by all of them, but one: sleeping. She won’t admit that she likes the dormant act, but she spends a decent amount of time doing it, especially if everyone else is.
“Pay attention to me, I’m bored,” Y/n complained, leaning her head back at an uncomfortable angle.
“Not now, Y/n. I have research to do,” Lucifer said, not even glancing up.
Y/n lifts her head and rests it against the table, “You’re always on a case though. You deserve a break.”
As tempting as it sounded, Lucifer decided that it was his best bet to ignore her.
She got up and sat next to Lucifer, who sat on the couch, before laying down and resting her head over his book, which resided in his lap. “Pay attention to me.”
Lucifer sighed, “Y/n…”
She frowned, “Is your book more important to me?”
“I wouldn’t have to do this much work if you didn’t start the apocalypse. Get off.”
Y/n sits up, “I don’t have a choice.”
“Everyone has a choice, it’s just your decision to make it or not. Now leave me alone.”
She growls and gets up. For a few moments, Lucifer actually wondered if she left, but that though left when he felt an ice cold forked tongue make it’s way up his neck and the shell of his ear, causing him to shiver.
Y/n blew frosty air over the saliva left behind, causing another tremor, and whispered in Lucifer’s ear, “You know what else the term ‘sliver tongue’ is used for…”
Lucifer slams his book shut and turned the his devilish friend, “If I spend time with you, will you leave me alone?”
She grins and nods.
“Fine. Only for a while.”
Y/n rounded to the front of the couch again, wrapping her arms around Lucifer and falling into the couch.
“What are you doing?” Lucifer asked.
“You’re always want me trying human things. This is a human thing, right?”
“I guess…” Lucifer trailed off, shifting to make his position more comfortable.
“You know what else is a human thing?” Y/n asked Lucifer, although there was a mischievous, devilish glint in her eyes.
“What?” Lucifer responds.
Y/n presses her lips against Lucifer. It was the opposite of what he expected from Satan herself. It was softer, leaving room in case he decided that’s not what he wanted, but also warmer. Being the walking air conditioning that she is, it came as a surprise to him. He feels the forked tongue prod at his lips and he pulls away before he was too tempted.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that tongue,” he tells her.
“Maybe I could persuade you otherwise. Besides, I am the master at persuasion and temptation.”