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fandomout · 3 years

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Sam Winchester Imagine/Preference - Comforting Sam When He has Hallucinations

*Warning!! Small violence*

*Not my gif. Credit to owner.*

*This is angst/fluff. It takes place in season 7. Some background is you and Sam were just starting a relationship when he got thrown in the cage. Then, he became soulless. Now, his brain is scrambled. You put your relationship on backburner because he’s more important.*

*I always wished Sam had some kind of comfort with the hallucinations. Hope you like it.*

After finding out about Sam’s hallucinations, it put everyone on high alert whether it looked like it or not. You knew putting pressure and constantly checking in would only make Sam more on-edge and reserved. You couldn't speak for how Bobby or Dean dealt with it; either way, you decided subtle check-ins were better. You’d offer food to him to make sure he was eating. You’d complain about your sleep to see how his had been going. You’d begun to walk down Bobby's halls to check on any night terrors that might arise. Despite wanting to just walk into his room and see he’s okay, you decided against it every time; However, it was proving to be a difficult task as you only received silence to him either being up or actually sleeping. In fact, Bobby had caught you ear against the door once, which was embarrassing, but you wouldn't have it any other way. On one of the routine checks-in, you found him freaking out. You rushed over to him. Luckily, he let you from being way too freaked out and tired. He even clung onto you. He didn’t say anything that night, and he eventually fell asleep. From that day on, both of you started sleeping in the same bed. Despite him protesting at first, you knew he just thought he’d be a burden or trouble you. In truth, you didn't mind it one bit, and it made you happy to be there for him. The new routine would consist of laying in bed together, talking about random things to get his mind off things, tracing his face and playing with the small edges of hair that lay near his ears. He let you because he’s either too tired or found it comforting, but the reason didn’t matter. All you cared about was him and coaxing him into sleep. Even if you used different orders at times, ultimately, it always ends in you sleeping because you’d only allow yourself to fall asleep until he did. The rhythm of your routine seemed to be helping his sleep get better because the bag under his eyes were less noticeable. Little did you know, you were being a bit too optimistic about Sam’s hallucinations. Sometimes he’d go freak out in the bathroom all by himself and try not to wake you. On the fourth night of sleep, he woke up startled to see you beside him, and he had a knife hovered at your throat, which woke you instantly. He put a death drip on one of your shoulders as he pinned you down on the bed. Instantly and calmly, you told him, “Sam-Sam...Let’s just calm down…”

“How do I know you're real?!”

“You don’t...But! But, your hallucinations are aggressive, right?...Look, I’m not hurting anyone. I’m not going to hurt you. I was just lying down in bed sleeping.” You try to take the knife from his hand, but his grip on your shoulder tightens. “Woah. Woah. Take it easy. Sam...Sam…” You reached forward to take it; however, the action made him even more antsy and jumpy, which led to him holding the knife tighter and nicking you this time. Sam spoke out, but the only words were, “You-You-” Sam couldn’t find anything to say, but he was getting restless by the second.

“Look, I am real. I’m-I’m real? That's the best I can come with? You probably get that expression a lot...That’s not gonna help you...I think I can prove it I’m real...”

“You can’t…”

“Let me try.”

“How? You're messing with me.”

“I have an idea, but I’m gonna need you to put that down. I’d like not to end up with multiple stab wounds.”

“I can't trust you.”

“Trust no...but I don’t have anything to hurt you with unless you count this pillow. You have the advantage just-let me prove it.” He lowers it from being on your body, but he doesn’t put it down. He holds up his index finger with his vacant hand and says, “One chance.”

“Sam...I know you can't tell who's real and not….ummm...Has anyone tried to talk to-to Lucifer?”

“No.”

“Well, I’m-I’m going to talk to him...right now...He will respond. It’s not like I can hear him because he’s not real…” Your voice cracks as you say, “Alright here we-I go...Listen up Lucifer, Ya big ugly devil of an angel. Leave Sam alone you-” You notice Sam’s demeanor unwavering. His stance is in intense fright and ready to attack at any moment. Poor Sam, you thought to yourself. Seeing him like this, you just had to help even if you were scared to speak. He gave you the courage to firmly say, “You sadistic fuck. I’d like to shove my fist down your throat. You have some real daddy issues that trickle right into brother issues. Wish you knew how to handle yourself better than starting a whole apocalypse. Drama queen much? Clearly, you're not so great because we showed you back then. All it took to defeat you was an itty bitty hole in the ground. What a bitch? Like you're literally Lucifer.” You deeply exhaled, shakily. Sam lets out a small laugh, “Did you just diss him?” You looked around the room worryingly and whispered, “Yes. Now, what did he say?” You notice his grip falter a bit.

“He said everything you just did is obviously not real since it’s so unthinkable.” Sam seems to grip his knife a little tighter after the statement. It made you slightly scared, but you had to try again and told him, “It’d be pretty weird if Lucifer had just roasted himself. It wouldn't make sense either with his big ego and all. He wouldn’t let me say all that. Think about it. I was even scared saying all that just now.”

“Than why-”

“For you Sam. I want you to know that this moment is real. Right now, it’s real. I want you to trust my presence is here.” You gesture to the room and say, "And I want to be there for you.” You gesture toward him and keep yourself from reaching out to him. “In hopes you can find some sleep after...even for a moment. I just want to help you anyway I can.” His intense gaze falls completely. His shoulders slump down and he hunches over a bit. He bites his lip slightly, and he looks at you with teary eyes. He almost has a look of guilt as he puts the knife down on the nightstand. He reaches forward, and his index finger touches your neck to reveal a nick of blood.

“I’m sorry.” He whimpers. You force yourself not to cry seeing him so broken, and you give him the best smile you can muster and simply state,

“What’s a little scratch?” You unroll your sleeve a bit and wipe the blood from his finger. You accomplish that much until he moves away from your touch.

“I’m confused. I just did all that, but you don’t seem too worried. Dean would probably be freaking out right now. He’d be talking to Bobby and you about how crazy I am and-”

“Of course, I’m worried. It’s an obvious inference. Who does that help if I freak out or something?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Not exactly. All I know is you can’t help any of this anymore than we can help. I trust you but not everything you might do.” You take his hand, and he doesn't move this time. ”I know it’s hard for you. Obviously, I don’t know exactly how you feel-I try to sympathize.”

“I can get behind that...But, I think you should go. You should stop sleeping here.”

“Is that what you want, or is that what you think is best for me?”

“Look, like you said, you guys can’t help, so I don’t know why you insist on sleeping here at night.”

“Because I hope it helps you. Hope you find comfort...hope you find comfort in me. It’s not about me obviously...I just hope you know after everything being soulless and all of this you still have someone.” His hand squeezes yours back.

“I do…”

“Look, we all tend to feel like a burden at some point. It’s normal. It is also normal for us to fuss over you. Now, don’t worry about me being here. I want to.”

“Haven’t you been losing sleep? You take way more naps now.”

“If I have to take naps during the day, I will. It’s not like I had the best sleep to begin with. The naps are actually kinda nice. Maybe I’ve been doing it wrong all along. I promise. I actually like sleeping here.”

“Even if I keep freaking out?”

“Of course. I’m not gonna abandon you. Now, there’s no point in talking about this anymore since I know we’re just gonna start running in circles.”

“But…” Your hand finds its way to the side of his temple, and your thumb rubs his head softly. Softly, you say, “Look come here.”, and motion him to get closer to you. As he does so, you move your pillow to support your back on the headboard. His thigh touching yours. He gives you a confused expression and asks, “What now?”

“Just lay in my lap and get some sleep.”

“That simple after all that?”

“That simple.” You smiled at him more genuine than the last one.

“Gosh, I love you...” One of his hands finds its way to your cheek while the other lands on your neck, and he kisses you softly. His eyes glimmer at you not filled with tears anymore, but a look of love. You can only respond by melting into his touch. You kiss his nose gently and reply, “I love you too, Sam.'' His hand leaves your neck, and it finds your back in order to make the distance even more nonexistent. Your hands rub his back up and down as you just want to feel him. He kissed you in a rougher manner, but somehow it left the essence of innocence. You stayed that way until either of you could breathe.

“Why did it take us so long to get together?”

“Oh, the usual: demon blood, apocalypse, demon and angel war…It doesn't matter though. Doesn’t matter though. If we’re here now, it’s worth it regardless.” He lets a genuine smile fall across his lips. You guide him to your lap. He lays his head on your lap, and his arms wrap around your whole waist and draws you in close nuzzling into you. Softly, he told you words that engulfed you in what felt like being in the clouds and what a rainbow would be like, and he said, “Even if this wasn’t real, I wouldn't mind it.”

*Hope your day got a little bit better!*

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ms-rampage · 4 years

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2 Girls and The Devil Part 2

Lucifer x F!reader

Word count: 929

Warnings: Smut, swearing

Summary: After an incredible threesome, Y/N and Lucifer have a little 1 on 1 time

All 3 of them are laying in bed after an incredible threesome. They're all still completely naked, Lucifer's arms wrapped around both Y/N and Paige. Paige laying on Lucifer's left side, and Y/N on his right. He underestimated both these human females, Paige is fast asleep with her back to him. Y/N is half asleep, her eyes are closed but she's tracing patterns on his exposed stomach with her facing him.

"Okay so I might have underestimated these two. I wasn't expecting them wanting more of me" he thinks to himself.

He tries to sit up, and avoid waking the two. But Y/N wakes up the second he moves, her hand creeps up his chest, grabs his jaw with her index finger and thumb.

"Where do you think, you're going?" she whispers. Her face so close to his that their noses touch.

He chuckles, and plants a kiss in her lips. She climbs on top of him, deepening the kiss, his forked tongue making its way into her mouth, wrestling with her tongue.

He pulls away, and whispers.

"I can send her back to the bunker, and it can be just the two of us" with a wink, and a lustful smirk.

She looks over at Paige, who is still dead asleep, "Can't you make her go unconscious?" she asks.

He shrugs, "Yeah but teleporting her back is a lot more fun".

She gives him a stern raised eyebrow glare.

"Okay" he sighs.

He turns to Paige, running his hand up her stomach, burying his head in the curve of her neck, making her giggle softly at his touch. He lifts his head, and puts his hand to her head, and her body goes limp.

Making her go unconscious. Y/N checks on her, shaking her shoulder and she is completely knocked out.

Lucifer caresses her hips, he whispers in her ear "Lets get busy doll".

The lights in the room flash red and white, his eyes changing from red to blue.

He pulls Y/n closer to him, forcing his tongue into her mouth again.

She places her hands on his face, she moves down to his neck and grinds her pussy against his hard cock.

He groans loudly to this, "Oohh Y/N" he moans.

She aligns herself to his cock, and slowly goes down on him. When it's completely inside her, she thrusts slowly.

His breathing turns raspy, and shaky.

His hands run up her sides, and up to her breasts. His huge hands covering, and kneading them.

She picks up the pace, his eyes glowing red, he lets out a soft growl.

The lights in the room, still flashing red and white.

His hands on her hips, guiding her, making her go faster. Pressing her down on his hard cock.

Y/N lets out a soft whimper, his hands roaming her body, touching her soft tender skin as she rides him.

His left hand goes up to her hair, grabbing a handful of, she throws her head back, and moans loudly.

He pulls her head down to his, and forcefully kisses her. Bruising her lips with his, his forked tongue making its way into her mouth again, she does the same with hers.

If Paige were awake she would think they were trying to eat each other.

They pull away for a second before going back to their intense makeout session.

One of his hands on her chin, and the other cupping her ass.

He flips her over onto her back. Puts her legs over his shoulders, and shoves his cock in her. Pinning her hands over her head.

She cries out in pleasure, tears rolling down her cheeks.

He shoves his cock in and out of her, making her voicing tremble.

His growling, grunting is music to her ears.

Her crying, moaning is music to his ears.

He loves being in control of her. Making her do stuff to him, making her feel vulnerable.

He can hear her thoughts.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck." she moans in her head. "Yes, Yes, yes daddy yes!!!" she moans again, in her head. He looks at her facial expressions as he's reading her mind.

And he finds it fucking sexy.

He's pretty sure he heard Closer by Nine Inch Nails play in her head. The verse "I wanna fuck you like an animal. I wanna feel you from the inside"

He shoves his cock in, and out of her.

Making her cry out, and moan his name.

He closes his eyes, trying to get off, and cum inside her.

Y/N looks up at him, and looks at how beautiful he is.

Who knew she would be having a threesome with her best friend AND Satan. Lucifer!!! The Fallen Angel!!!.

His cock feels so amazing in her, she feels his cock twitch inside her.

He bites his lips and opens his eyes.

They look at each other, eyes locked.

She hears a whimper in the back of his throat.

She bucks up her hips, and she feels herself getting close, and a few more thrusts later.

She cums on his cock, and not much longer Lucifer cums in her.

Hoping he didn't impregnate her because that won't end well.

He pulls out, and collapses on top of her.

His body pressed against hers.

Both of them, breathing heavily. The lights stop flashing the second he pulls out of her.

He looks over at Paige, and says with a smirk and wink "It's her turn now, and maybe the 3 of us can go again".

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writtenfan · 3 years

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🔺Imagine that your Lucifer’s human “pet”, and he decides to do some behavioral training with you...💋🔺

LuciferxFemReader

(Mature Audiences: BDSM themes and swears, pet play/degrading/pain play)

"I don't think I told you to move!" He rocked back and forth pulling a dart from thin air. "Tsk, tsk." He sighs in a murmur as he moves the dart in his hand back and forth pinching it between his fingers looking at a spot besides your head. He squints his eyes and let his tongue hang out the corner of his mouth as he pulls his hand back.

You shut your eyes as he throws it towards you, you hear the air whiz by your ear and the sharp thunk of the dart hitting the wall. You open your eyes and he stands there, staring at you. His hands now in his pockets. You glance to your right without moving your head and see the feathery end of the dart sticking out of the wall.

"Alright, since you moved and flinched...you know what that means," he says in a singsong voice, pulling a hand out of his pocket and dancing his fingers in the air.. "On the floor." He scrunches his face and lowered his head, glancing at the floor and then your face.

He tilts his head, upon noticing you not doing what he instructed.

He points to the ground, but you don't move.

He leans back with a smug grin, the lines on his eyes moving with his squinting eyes. He raises his eyebrows and you jump a little as he takes a step towards you. Your heartbeat thumps against your chest as he takes his time walking over to you, the sound of his feet against the hardwood floor the only sound in the den. His mustard color jacket, covering his white T-shirt. His dark blue pants cuffed revealing white socks underneath his brown shoes. His dirty blond hair, pushed back, neatly, yet the ends on the side of his face, stuck out just a little.

He stops in front of you his chest close to your face, he smelled so good. The wrinkles of his shirt, grabbed your attention you wanted to look up, you did a bit, but not at his face. He flexes back his shoulders and then does a little shimmy. You can feel his eyes looking down at you with that terrifying smile of his. "Oh, so you didn't hear me?" He blinks twice and pulls the dart from the wall beside your head, you flinch again at the suddenness of this movement. But you look up at his face.

He examines the dart with an unsatisfied expression and bites on his lower lip.

"That's unfortunate...for you."

He grabs your shoulder and pushes you down, hard. Your knees buckle and your face slams into his waist, and slides down one of his legs. Your hands grab at the sides of his legs so you can push yourself off him. But he sidesteps and slams his foot down on your upper back. You let out a whine as the wind is knocked out of you, your palms clutching at the floor. You turn your face to the side, feeling the pain of your rear in the air as your knees press against your chest. You only see his other foot as he turns the one against your back as if rubbing off something from his shoe.

You let out a sound as he puts some of his weight on you "I wonder how hard I'd have to squeeze you. To pop ya like a gusher~" he chuckles as he lifts his foot, and squats down, craning his face to meet yours as he pulls on your shirt tightly, the collar of your shirt choking you. "Aren't you curious? Hmm?"

He purses his lips and scratches the side of his chin. The sound of his stubble against his fingernails, is similar to Velcro.

"Well, let's find out huh?" His face looses its smile as he pushes the palm of his hand against your back and pivots. "Ugh, I'm too old for this..." He lets out a low long sigh as he sits on top of your back, he drapes his arms over his knees and twirls the dart in one hand. His weight, pushed your lungs and rib cage against the floor. You let out a uncomfortable sound and he chuckles, each chuckle pushing against your back.

"My arnt you the comfy seat!" He rocks himself back and forth on your back as he runs his hand from the top of your head to the back, in a petting motion. His fingers were so thick and heavy and his nails occasionally raked across your scalp. Each movement, made your knees sandwich your ribs harder.

"I just love all the whining and trembling breathes your doing, keep it up."

You feel something sharp on the space close to your tail bone. It presses itself against your bare skin, and lifts off. Over and over.

"So, let me just say. When I tell you to do something-" You feel it press harder and longer against your skin. You try to move you back lower to the ground and he only follows, pressing harder.

"-you do it. Kay? I'm getting tired. Of you bratting it up." You feel his head nod as his body shakes. Every breath is starting to hurt . You clench you're fists and move them closer to your face.

"I want my little pet, to be trained..." he lifts the dart and the pain stops. "Oh, I haven't even gotten you a collar." He slaps his knee with his free hand and leans his head down to your face.

You beg him to get off, softly.

He sucks in his lower lip and looks at you blankly, you watch as he continues to chew on it.

"Nah." he says with head shake squinting his eyes before straightening up and moving his legs, criss cross on you. Making the uncomfortableness worse.

"As I was saying, collar...collar..." he clicks his tongue and snaps his fingers, this makes you jolt and he chuckles feeling you do so. "Well. Until I get one. Guess I gotta improvise." You feel him pivot on your back, you swear you felt your spine crack.

His legs now on either side of your body as he faces your rear. He leans over pressing one of his elbows onto your hip and tugs your shirt up revealing your lower back.

"Now. Hold still~" he cooes as he presses the top of the dart and starts sliding against your skin, cutting into your flesh. You let out a cry as you try and move your knees out from under you. He grasps your waist and squeezes it as you do. "Don't. Move." He growls tightening his grip as he continues to make slow cuts into your skin, using it like paper.

He starts to hum as you feel the sharp stinging sensation travel with the direction of the dart.

You beg him with gasping breaths to stop, you tell him this is too much.

"I.....F....E....." he says ignoring your pleas as his dart follows with each letter, mimicking it on your backside.

"R...." he rolls the" "r" and stops moving the dart but pushes it hard into your skin as he releases your waist. He leans over and blows chilling air on the open cuts and it stings fiercer than Hydrogen Peroxide. He lifts the dart and lets out a satisfied grunt.

"Now, it's upside down. But~" he pats the side of your rear. "At least it's on there. How great is that?!"

He shifts his weight and your able to breath better, you take a deep breath in and your body shakes as he stands off you, tears run down your cheeks as you try and press yourself up, onto yo ur hands and knees. He lets out a sharp whistle and your stop. Buckling back down into your face. You feel the top of his shoe press against your side and you let him push you sideways. Your whole body shakes. The stinging sensation worsening with each second, you disassociate in the direction of his shoes.

“Ugh. Don't tell me your broken already?" He lays down besides you and looks at your face, amused.

You sneer and look away from his eyes but suddenly your face snaps back to his, this movement sending a pain down your neck.

"Oh, no...I still see it...you still need some behavior training." He sucks in his lower lip and let’s it drop.

" Don't try and to be tough. I know how to make people do what I want." He reaches over to you and places his thumb against your chin. "But your not a person, are you? Your my little animal. My whimpering..." he rubs his thumbs in small circles. "...potty trained, little bitch..." he giggled staring at you coldly.

"I'm going to take very good care of you, as long as you keep me entertained." He says wagging his finger in your face.

He slides his thumb up your jaw. "Whose my pretty little girl? Aww...look at you, such wet eyes..." he rubs at your tears and then slides his finger across your eyebrow. "Such a pitiful, little thing...so weak, so breakable. So fun~"

"But I'll take good care of you. Take you for walks. Have you sit on my laps during meetings...Well, I will as long as you be a good girl." His face is so comforting yet his words strike this weird feeling into your heart.

"I have to say, your my most favorite pet that my daddy's ever given me...all mine to play with, all mine to enjoy...." he smiles wide, showing his teeth.

"It's so interesting what you do to me...I just couldn't just let you go unclaimed...I hope you understand that I do this all out of love~" His smile drops as he stares into your eyes.He rolls his tongue around in his mouth. Your eyes start to droop.

You feel a series of small slaps against the side of your face. "Nuh uh, wakey wakey. I'm not finished playing with you yet..." he snaps his hands to your collar of your shirt and pulls you up as he stand up, you choke and spit escapes the corner of you mouth. He winces and lets out a Eww as he takes his jacket and rubs it against your lip.

"Disgusting. Stop that..." He gives you a good look tilting his head before pulling you along to a throne on the other side of the room. He sits down and lets go. He pats the inside of his leg.

"Sit."

Your body trembles and you start to turn around to sit. But he grabs your wrist and turns you back around.

"Siiiiit. He sings.

"You climb into his lap. Feeling his heavy breaths against your chest as you wrap your arm around his shoulder and your knees rest on either side of his legs.

"Get comfortable..." he whispers in your ear. The chill making goosebumps travel down your body.

"My...you feel so soft and warm...and that scent of yours " he whispers as he presses the tip of his nose against the side of your neck. You let out a soft exhale as he does this. "It's sickening..."

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my-personal-writing-wonderland · 5 years

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My favorite - Lucifer x reader

Words: ~1910 words

Warning: incest (don’t read when you’re not comfortable with it!), a bit more swearing than usually

Pairing: Lucifer x sister!reader

Summary: Lucifer has inappropriate feelings for his baby sister. Will you return his feelings or does his love for you destroy everything?

Everyone knows the stories of the four archangels Michael, Lucifer, Raphael and Gabriel. But only a few people know about the existence of the fifth archangel. She’s the youngest of all of them.

And her name is (y/n).

She is everything her brothers aren’t. While her brothers always argue with each other over the most ordinary things, (y/n) hated every kind of beef. She isn’t as frantically law-abiding as Michael, as prideful as Lucifer, as imperious as Raphael or as mischievous as Gabriel.

No she is the most innocent, insightful and selfless angel god has ever created.

Lucifer may be his father’s favorite but she’s the archangel’s. Every one of them saw her as their perfect little baby sister which needed to be protected at all costs. They would murder, even die for her without a second thought.

Normally, the archangels do nothing but argue all day. No matter how trivial the topic is, they find a reason to argue with each other. Before (y/n) was born there were differences in opinion on a daily basis but she managed to bind them together without even trying.

The first time she started crying after she witnessed an argument between her brothers Lucifer and Gabriel about Gabriel showing her some pranks, the angels vowed to never argue in front of her ever again. It was a heart-breaking sight to see her crying because she thought her brothers don’t love her and each other anymore.

Especially Lucifer hates to see her cry more than anything and to be the reason for her distress was the worst thing he ever had to experience. Since this day he swore to himself that he will do everything in his power to never see his sister crying again.

Of course, all archangels loves (y/n) with all their heart and would do everything for her but to everyone’s surprise Lucifer was always the most devoted from all of them.

Moreover, he is very, very protective, yeah nearly unhealthy possessive, over her. If it was possible he would be by her side 24/7 in order to protect his baby sister from everyone and everything. He just couldn’t risk to lose her, she’s his favorite sibling and there isn’t any being he loves more, not even his father.

His life would be perfect if there only weren’t these certain feelings he developed for his little girl over the last years.

These unmorally, impure feelings no brother should have for a sibling. But no matter how hard he tries he isn’t able to deny his feelings for her. His baby sister. You.

Lucifer’s POV:

I’m making my way to you after another argument with my older brother. Michael really knows how to make me livid like it’s his only purpose. Oh father, no matter what I do Michael always finds a reason to bash me. Without you I probably wouldn’t talk to him at all anymore.

Sometimes I fear my brother suspects me to have inappropriate feelings for you. He never said anything but his look when I hug you just a bit too long or snap at any other angel who dares to touch you in my presence(except for the other archangels even if I don’t like that either) shows his resentment.

After a little eternity I find you sitting on a huge stone in your favorite forest. From all places in heaven you choose this one to spend most of your time in. I don’t understand what’s so special about this place but as long as you like it here I won’t complain.

“Hello, (y/n).”

You turn your face around to face me. A huge smile crosses your face which let my heart skip a beat.

“Shh, not so loud, Lucy. He’s sleeping,” you giggle innocently.

Only now I see the little rabbit sitting on your lap. Smiling, I shake my head while approaching you. You always had a weak spot for animals, it’s just adorable. If it was possible you would adopt all of them.

Silently, I sit beside you, my arm casually finds his way around your shoulder. It’s something so natural for us. Cuddling, holding hands, hugging each other, it’s just our thing.

Thinking about it, this whole place is perfect for us. No other angel, not even Michael knows about this place. Since you first found it it’s your safe haven and a few years ago you told me about this place because you wanted “to show me its beauty”. To be completely honest, it makes me beyond proud that you chose only me to share this place with.

“I found this little fellow behind a bush. He hurt his leg, so I healed him,” you tell me softly.

“He’s lucky you found him, (y/n). You definitely are the most good-hearted angel father has ever created.”

Again you’re giggling. In these moments you look so perfect. Screw that, you always look perfect in my eyes. The shining in your eyes when you laugh over the smallest things, the way you bite your lips when you’re nervous, I mean how can someone not love you?

Sometimes I really hate father for doing this to me. Why do I have to have feelings for you? My pure, little baby sister. But no matter how hard I try I can’t stifle my feelings for you. It physical hurts to have you near me all the time without being able to suppress these feelings, to touch how I want, kiss you how I want. And shit, I do want to kiss you so bad.

And I can’t stop these fantasies I have with you. There is no other being I want to call mine and the thought about you with someone else gives me the urge to punch a wall. No one is allowed to touch you but me.

But there is no way I will ever be able to suppress these feelings. It’s impossible that you feel the same. You’re too innocent and commendable to want a relationship with your own brother and I would never impose you to return my feelings.

“Luci, what’s wrong? Did something happen with Michael? I can talk to him if you want me to. It’s mean of him to shout at you all the time.”

Another thing I love about you, no matter what you always know when something upset me.

“Don’t worry. Michael is indeed rather annoying but it’s nothing I can’t handle, my dear little sister. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not fine, Luci. You do know I can see it in your face when something’s wrong, don’t you?”

I really want to tell you I’m alright but I could never lie to you. No matter what I try you always see right through me. It’s like you have a sixth sense for this.

“It’s nothing, just… there’s an angel. She’s kind and beautiful but there is no way she will ever be interested in me.”

“Oh…”

You’re silent for a minute or two and for a moment I’m afraid you know about whom I’m talking about.

“Did you told her about your feelings?”

“No, she would be disgusted by me.”

“Why would she be disgusted? She should be honored that you fell in love with her.”

Again, I begin to smile but this time it’s a sad one.

“She’s out of my league, little girl. Furthermore, father wouldn’t approve the bond. Even if I told her, she doesn’t feel the same and our…friendship wouldn’t be the same anymore. I can’t lose you.”

With that you fully turn to me, your brows furrow in confusion.

“Why would you lose me?”

“What?”

“You said you can't lose me,” you state.

Shit. For the first time ever I’m not able to interpret your look. Normally, you have this sweet, innocent puppy eyes but now they’re just… indescribable.

“Did I?” I asked hesitantly and start laughing nervously. Wow, I just want to punch myself. Now you will definitely know something’s wrong. You can read me like a book anyway but in this case it’s easy for everyone to notice I’m lying.

“Yeah, you did, Luci.”

Your voice is tentatively, your look still confused. My hands start to sweat like crazy. Oh father, since when can an archangel sweat?!

“Luci…,” you start in a quite voice, “Michael once told me to stay away from you because he thinks you have unsuitable feelings for me. I didn’t really understand what he meant by that. Do you have feelings for me?”

I want to deny it and tell you how wrong Michael is but no matter how loud my mind screams at me I can only nod.

How is it possible to fuck up like that? I had everything I ever wanted. A loving sibling who understand and support me like no one else ever had. Someone I could tell all of my problems and struggles without fearing to get judged. Well, at least nearly all of my problems.

But now I can’t even look you in the eyes. You’re the most important person in my life and now I will lose you forever because of my disgusting feelings for you.

“(Y/n), you don’t have to say anything. You can’t believe how ashamed I am to have these feelings. I know how fucked up and wrong that is and I promise I will let you be from now on.”

It’s obvious that we will never be the same. You will tell Michael and Michael will tell everyone else, including father. He will probably banish me for this. Then I won’t ever see you again. Alone the thought let tears well up in my eyes.

I’m about to stand up and leave you alone when you grab my arm.

“Don’t you want to know what I think about it?”

The question isn’t what I expected. Finally I’m brave enough to return you view unsurely. But I can’t find the hatred and loathing I expected.

“I don’t think your feelings are disgusting. I have the same feelings, Luci and unlike you I’m not ashamed of them,” you smiled softly. Your cheeks turn bright red while you’re talking and it’s the cutest sight I was ever able to witness.

“You… what? (Y/n) you don’t have to say that. I would never demand you to return the feelings I have for—“

But fortunately, you interrupt me by caressing my face in your soft, tiny hands. “I know you don’t demand anything. But you always were my favorite and I love you with all my heart.”

With that I can’t stop myself anymore. Finally, after all these years of admiring you, I lean in to kiss you.

And the kiss is better than I’ve ever imagined. After all these years it finally happens. No matter how often I fantasized about this exact moment I never thought it would be THIS good. I wish this kiss would never end and I can’t stop myself from hugging you tightly during it in fear you will disappear any moment if I don’t.

After an eternity we forced ourselves to break the kiss and both of us can’t stop smiling like idiots from the happiness we’re feeling.

“You sure you want that, my little girl. We can never tell anyone about this.”

“I don’t care. I want you, Luci. Now and forever.”

“Now and forever,” I repeat before kissing you once more.

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