Lucifer Imagines

Cough Syrup

"Woohoo!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, tap dancing on the water-soaked roads, your feet bare, you were dressed in a singlet top and pair of flannelette pants, your singlet riding up your torso, the cold rainwater and freezing breeze cutting into your skin.

"I'm singing in the rain!" You sang as you danced down the street, the congestion in your nose obvious to whoever may have heard you as they walked by. "Just singing in the rain."

"Oh, I think I'm going to be sick." You halted seeing if your body was going to throw up the dinner you'd eaten just under an hour ago. "Oh no, never mind." You smiled lazily. You kept dancing down the street, your clothes drenched as you passed through a quiet part of LA.

You stopped into a McDonald's buying yourself a cheeseburger with the coins you'd found in your pocket, you chomped on it, barely chewing each bite before you swallowed. You ran up the street once you had finished.

You sat down by a bar, the gutter flooded with water, it gushed over your lap.

"Oooo." You gleamed playing with the water. "Hehehe." If you could have observed yourself you would have seen a three-year-old.

"I think someone's had a little too much cough medicine." A British accent rung out your ears before a pair of arms slid under yours, lifting you out of the gutter. "You're bloody soaked." You huffed at this comment, groaning as you're dragged inside a car.

"Lucifer?" You pouted as you poked his cheek. "Hewoo." You breathed in his ear, splaying over his lap as you giggled.
"This is surely interesting... darling, darling, look at me." He tapped your cheek, forcing your eyes to meet his. "Darling, what is it you most desire?"

"A tissue." You suck the snot in your nose far into the back of your head.
"Darling you're lucky that I don't leave you to the streets..." He grimaces at your grossness as the driver takes you back to Lux's the place you had run away from in the first place.

"What is it you desire the most?" He had always struggled with getting the truth from you even though it was one of his powers. Even in your sick state, your mind wasn't clear enough to pull an answer from you.

"More cough syrup." You cough, spluttering everywhere, wiping over your mouth lazily.

"Oh, darling." He sighs dragging you from the car as It stops. Everyone glances at you as Lucifer pulls you through the building but no one cared enough to question it. They let him take you into the elevator up to his bedroom, where the floor was smothered in tissues and the room was overwhelmed with the smell of Vicks Vapor Rub.

He practically tossed you onto the bed, huffing as he did so, he pulled the blankets up over your head, tucking in the sides, hoping you don't escape the grasps of the blanket as he needed a break. He turned up the vaporizer and put the fan on rotate before collapsing in the chair next to the bed.

You wriggled out of your prison, gleaming at Lucifer who smiled at you warmly, he removes his tie, throwing it aside and ridding of his blazer. You rolled on your side, staring intently at him, you hummed with delight.

"You know what I desire the most Luci Gouci wouci roucy?" You giggle.

"More Vicks? A drink? I could use one." Lucifer drones.

You groan dramatically flipping over in the bed as his sarcasm seemed to be the only thing that registered with you. He rolled his eyes, pushing himself up from the chair and crawling onto the bed, leaning over you.

"Now, now darling, let's not get all upset." He went along with your emotions, wishing now to know what it is that you desired the most.

"You're making fun of me." You hiss.

"I'm simply having a laugh, trying to make you feel better." Although his comment was out of exasperation he also liked to joke around with you, he liked to see you laugh.

"Fine." You whip back around, Lucifer still looming over you, a hand on the bed either side of you, boxing you in. You gulp comically.
"I desire... I desire..." your words drifted off with both attempts, leaving you to fall asleep underneath him. Lucifer sighs, attempting to roll away from you, only to have a weak hand grasp his wrist.

You pull him back toward the bed, cuddling into his side when he couldn't help but follow your instruction, he cursed himself for feeling something towards you, for daring to care for a mortal. You fell asleep on his stomach, Lucifer left to sleep sitting upright as he wished not to disturb you.

When you woke the next morning, the sea of tissues had doubled in size but your feet her cozied up in avocado socks keeping the wonder of the Vicks slathered on your feet in as to help you heal. You wore different clothes to what you had the night before, a trick Lucifer had pulled once he remembered you were still soaking wet.

You were still curled up to Lucifers side but he held out to you a travel mug that contained hot tea, soothing your throat in an instant, you barely remembered anything from the night before including how you fell asleep holding the devil. All you knew was that you had sentence resting in your throat and you couldn't help but say it out loud.

"I desire to love you." You furrowed your eyebrows as Lucifer's eyes widened, staring at you with shock. "I do." You shake yourself out of your uncertainty, knowing that that's been your truth for so long now.

"You do...?" Lucifer's voice cracks.

"I've been really good at controlling my answer up until now, you must have given me a whole of cough syrup." You glared.
"Actually you broke into my supply, you offered up your greatest desire, I never forced it, all I got out of you were sarcastic answers... that's what this is right, sarcastic." Lucifer panicked having to stop himself from pacing the room.

You leant forward, pressing your lips to his and Lucifer instantly knew your answer had been anything but sarcastic, he also knew that even if he thought his own feelings stupid, he knew he couldn't fight them, he loved you, he loved the way you kissed him and he loved caring for you.

"If I could get sick I would kill you for that.' He quips pecking your lips again.

"Sorry, my love." You whispered.
"All is forgiven." He hums, the name you used melting him into a soppy puddle that he'd never admit he could become. "How about a movie?" He suggests.

"The exorcist?" You question.

"Fine but if I get sent back to hell, I'm bringing you with me." He turns on the exorcist, pulling you into his side, thanking himself for not installing cameras in the place.
"Every King needs his queen." You mumble.

"My queen always." He says under his breath, concerned about the words slipping from his lips, he knew him and Linda would be having a chat very soon.

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~Brei