Supernatural one shots

Devil's Darling (LUCIFER X READER)PT.1

Lucifer stood in the center of the room, hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket, watching you with an expression that flickered between amusement and something darker. His presence was overwhelming, a storm brewing beneath calm skies, and no matter how many times you saw him, it never got easier. He was taller than you remembered, or maybe it was just the way his eyes—the color of molten gold—burned into yours, as if he could strip away every secret you tried to hide.

"You're not afraid of me," he said, tilting his head with a curious grin. His voice was smooth, low, and carried that dangerous charm he always wore like a second skin. "You should be."

You crossed your arms, standing your ground even though every instinct told you to run. Being near him felt like standing at the edge of a cliff—thrilling, but one wrong step and you'd fall. "Maybe I'm just stupid," you shot back, trying to keep your voice steady.

Lucifer chuckled, the sound low and lazy, but it sent chills down your spine. "Or brave," he offered, as if the distinction didn't matter. He took a step closer, and you felt the room shrink around you. The space between you buzzed with tension, thick enough to drown in.

"You summoned me," he said, his voice softer now, almost thoughtful. "Why?" His gaze was sharp, peeling you open, exposing you with just a look. He wasn't angry—if anything, he looked intrigued, and that was somehow worse.

You swallowed hard, fighting the weight of his presence. "I need your help," you admitted, the words tasting bitter in your mouth. Asking Lucifer for anything was dangerous, but you were out of options, and the world didn't leave you much choice. "There's... something coming. Something even you might care about."

His smile stretched wider, sharp and predatory. "Oh, I doubt that. But do go on."

You hesitated, choosing your words carefully. "It's Death."

For a moment, Lucifer's smile faltered. Just a flicker, barely noticeable, but it was there. "Death," he repeated slowly, as if testing the word. "You mortals never learn, do you?"

You took a step closer, emboldened by the crack in his arrogance. "This isn't just Death coming for souls. Something's wrong. I can feel it."

Lucifer's gaze darkened, and for a moment, the room seemed to dim with it. "And you think *I* care?" he asked, though the bite in his tone was less convincing than he intended.

"You should," you pressed, heart pounding. "If Death goes rogue, nothing survives—not even you."

Lucifer stared at you, silent, weighing your words with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. Then, slowly, his lips curved into that dangerous, knowing smile. "You have a point," he admitted, as if it surprised him.

You exhaled, relief washing over you—until he took another step closer. Now he was right in front of you, so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him, could smell the faint trace of smoke and metal on his skin.

"But I don't do charity work," he murmured, tilting his head down until his lips were dangerously close to your ear. "What do I get out of this, *Y/n*?"

The way he said your name made your knees weak, like a promise and a threat all at once. You knew better than to trust him, but you were already too deep to back out now. "What do you want?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer chuckled again, the sound sliding through you like silk over steel. "I'll think of something," he said, his golden eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. "But for now, let's call it... a favor."

You shivered at the implications of that word. "And if I say no?"

Lucifer leaned in even closer, until his breath ghosted across your skin. "You won't," he whispered, and the certainty in his voice was terrifyingly seductive.

You knew he was right. Whatever deal you were making, it was too late to turn back now. But there was something unsettling in the way he looked at you, like you were a puzzle he couldn't quite solve—and that intrigued him more than anything else.

Lucifer straightened, that smirk never leaving his face. "Alright, sweetheart," he said, his tone light but dangerous. "I'll help. But remember—you owe me."

You swallowed hard, nodding. "I know."

"Good." He clapped his hands together, the sound echoing through the room like thunder. "Then let's see what this little Death problem is all about, shall we?"

He turned toward the door, but paused just before reaching it. "Oh, and Y/n?"

You blinked, heart still racing. "Yeah?"

Lucifer glanced back over his shoulder, and for a moment, his expression softened—just a flicker of something almost human beneath the smirk. "Don't die," he said, voice quieter now, almost... concerned.

Then, just like that, the moment was gone, and the Devil you knew was back. "I'd hate to have to find another human with this much bad luck." He winked, and with a flick of his hand, the door swung open.

You followed him into the night, knowing full well that making a deal with the Devil was never simple. But as the darkness closed in around you, you couldn't help but wonder if you'd already fallen too far to care.