Fantasies Come True

Wishful Thinking - Lucifer

Wishful Thinking – Lucifer

Your fingers flew across the keyboard as you replied to an online message. You and your best friend were roleplaying Supernatural, and the responses she sent you acted as a type of therapy for you to deal with the stress of life. Your heart melted as you read her response. Your fictional love interest was Lucifer himself, and you loved imagining that your roleplay was real and that the fallen angel was beside you, wrapping you in his arms and wings.

You let out a sigh, coming back to reality. You were lonely, with few friends and no real love interests. All you had was the comforting arms of fandom, and your Maine coon, (pet/n).

After you finished your crackers and tea, a yawn took over your lips, stretching your jaw and making you shake your head. You wrote a quick reply to your friend, telling her that you were going to bed and that you would reply tomorrow. She bid you goodnight and you closed the lid of your laptop, setting it down on the bedside table. You rose from your bed, taking your dishes to the kitchen and setting them in the sink. You then returned to your room and climbed under the covers, turning off the light and burrowing yourself under a pile of blankets. As you fell to sleep, you thought about the roleplay with your friend and how cool it would be if the characters from Supernatural were real.

You awoke the next morning, surprisingly warm. It was chilly outside and the heat in your apartment was less than desirable, but you were nice and toasty in your flannel pajama bottoms and long-sleeved shirt. You wondered how you could be so warm when you'd managed to kick the covers down to your knees... And then you noticed that the warmth was coming from the other side of the bed.

Your eyes shot open and you looked around your room. You were lying in your side, and the scenery was the same. You could see your white walls and your dark brown nightstand on which your lamp rested. You slowly rolled onto your back, looking across the room where your desk sat, topped with your laptop and writing supplies. It was then that you realized a weight on your waist and you looked down to discover a muscular arm slung across your abdomen. Your gaze wandered up the arm to the shoulder it attached to, following that to the chest, head, and torso of the person beside you.

He looked an awful lot like Mark Pellegrino's Lucifer.

You let out a shriek in surprise and bolted into a sitting position. Looking at the man beside you, you found his eyes open and a smirk set on his lips.

"That's an interesting way to say 'good morning'," he commented.

"Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing in my apartment?" you demanded, trying to be intimidating as you clutched the blanket to your chest.

He chuckled. "Isn't it obvious? You should know who I am. You're my biggest fan."

Your face flushed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He sat up and looked more closely at you. "Did you or did you not pray to Lucifer last night?"

Your blush deepened. "I did no such thing."

He laughed. "Maybe not directly, doll, but you most certainly did. You were thinking about me, very intently, and it summoned me like a prayer."

You thought back to last night, how involved you'd been in your roleplay before you'd gone to bed, and how you imagined what it'd be like if the Supernatural angels were real. You bit your lip in realization that you had accidentally prayed to Lucifer.

"So, wait," you said, taking it all in. "You're Lucifer? For real? Like in the show?"

He nodded. "All us angels are real, doll."

You blew out a breath. "I wasn't expecting that."

Suddenly there was a hot breath against your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. A warm nose gently nuzzled into your sensitive neck, causing your eyes to flutter closed.

"Are you not happy about my visit?" he breathed against your skin, extinguishing all possibility of a coherent response.

"I... Uhm..."

He chuckled into your neck. "Do you want me to leave?"

All you could do was shake your head.

He suddenly pulled away, ceasing his teasing. He pressed a tender to kiss to your cheek and looked at you with a domestic smile. "How about I made us breakfast?"

You stared at him dreamily before snapping out of your fantasy state and nodding. "Breakfast sounds good."

"What do you feel like?" he inquired.

You shrugged. "Bacon sounds good."

He nodded and snapped his fingers. A tray of food appeared on your lap. There was a mug of steaming coffee along with a glass of orange juice, a plate of toast, a plate of eggs, and a plate of bacon. You picked up the coffee, finding it already sweetened to your liking, and took a satisfying sip. You then looked at Lucifer.

"Angels don't eat?"

He shook his head. "We can if we want to, but it's not required for our survival. Just like we don't need sleep, but we can if we get bored."

"So you were pretending?" you guessed. "You were already awake when I woke up?"

He nodded with a chuckle. "I thought it would be weird if you woke up to me staring at you."

You nodded, flattered by his consideration. You munched on a piece of bacon as you looked at him. "Why did you come? Surely you have a dozen other fans praying to you."

"None of them are as beautiful as you are," he replied, only adding to your flaming cheeks. He kissed your face with a chuckle in his throat. "I can hear what people say. True, I have other fans, but you're different. You're not as... hysterical... as my other fans. You're more casual, but still faithful."

You nodded slowly. You didn't exactly notice when he slipped his arm around your shoulders, nor did you stop yourself from leaning into his side. His hand rested atop your head, gently carding his fingers through your hair, and you would be lying if you said you didn't lean into his touch, closing your eyes and letting the soothing sensation wash over you.

When you were done eating, Lucifer snapped his fingers and the tray of food disappeared. He lied back against the pillows and opened his arms, inviting you to join him. He smiled softly as you snuggled into his side, your head on his chest and your arms around his torso. You fell back to sleep in his arms, and he was content to lie beside you, relaxing until you woke again.