Supernatural Oneshots/Imagines

<when in hell> (lucifer x reader)

Summary: When Lucifer takes over hell, and when he learns of you, a human that had worked along side Crowley, he grows determined to set your loyalties straight.

*smut warning*
*for the sake of this oneshot, Lucifer is using his usual vessel instead of Castiel*

You groan and roll out of bed, lifting the alarm clock off of your nightstand to check the time. It glared back at you with it's bright grated led's and illuminating the numbers 10:25 into the dark screen. Letting out a huff you drag yourself onto your feet and shuffle over to the dresser. You lean over and hook your fingers under the cheap handles to pull the drawer out, lifting your hand to rub the blurry film from your eyes. You dive your hand into the unorganized mass of clothes, groaning as you sorted through. Eventually you pulled out a large, oversized black t-shirt. You place it on the top of the dresser and reach back in to pull out a dark green long sleeve and a baggy pair of sunfaded army green cargo pants. You preferred the baggy style. It kept you low profile and it let you keep up the facade of someone to simply overlook. With a job in hell, that's exactly what you need. You shook your head and lifted your knee to kick the drawer shut.

Why Crowley insisted you work in hell was beyond your understanding, perhaps he was just low on demons. Or perhaps he wanted it to seem that he had a human on his side amongst his demon hoard. What you did in hell? Overlooked the hell hounds. Since you were a kid you were gifted, or rather cursed, with being able to see them. Of course, you didn't know until you saved the Winchesters and Crowley's ass from one. That's where you met Crowley, and how you met the infamous Winchester brothers. They didn't particularly like you after the work you were hired to do for Crowley, but you kept each other as uneasy allies. They informed you of what was happening in the world, and you relayed news of hell back to them.

You pulled the pants over your legs and up to your waist. You pulled the strings tight on your hips and tied them up before reaching for the green long sleeve. You slipped it on, fixing it over your body and smoothing out the wrinkles over your bra before sliding the short sleeve on over it. You walked over to the other side of your room and nudged the bathroom door open to get your face done up. Since working in hell you've developed a taste for the darker palettes. You reached for your eyeshadow, scooping up a brush from the holder before flipping the lid up to expose the almost entirely used up eyeshadows. You groaned, you hated going out to buy things. It was a nuisance.
"Looks like it's no makeup for today." You huffed.

You very much preferred keeping to yourself. You had only a few close friends. That consisted of one of Crowley's lower level demons, and Crowley himself. They were more your people. They gave no apologies for their attitudes and could care less about the things they said. Wild souls who settled disagreements with brawls. Those were your people. Which was partially why you kept in contact with the Winchesters. Though they were softer then your usual crowd, you liked a change of pace.

You turned your head at the knock on the door, "room service!" A very obviously male voice said flamboyantly.
"Come in, jr, you idiot." You laugh.
The demon opened your door and kicked it shut behind him, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he strutted over. Jr had always been a posh little bastard.
"No makeup today? You look horrendous." He snickers.
You glare as you pull the (y/f/c) beanie over your head and settled your headphones around your neck, "Fuck off, look at you- are you wearing fucking sandals? Sandals, in hell? Put your dogs away." You scoff.
"They aren't sandals they are.." Jr looks down at his very much sandals.
"They are sandals. And they are disgusting." You nod, patting a hand on his shoulder. You bring your headphones over your ears and look over at him, "let's go, sandal man." You grin.
Jr groaned and dropped his head back, waving his hand around in the air. You two appeared in the familiar halls of hell. You grinned and patted his shoulder, "I'll be with the pups." You smile.