Sacrifice

Part 6

Request(s): Sacrifice part 6, pretty please? The physical nature of the please helps, as I understand it. Much appreciated. AND Hey, luv!!! I'm so afraid for the future Sacrifice part 6!! Please, we just need a happy end!! and a part 6! And a part 7!! XD AND 15 other requests for the next part!

Reader Sex: Female

Reader Gender: Female

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary: Lucifer and the reader are still on the run from Michael, though other angels are closing in. Both the reader and Lucifer have to deal with the fears of being captured and with the fears that the other may believe they made a mistake by choosing this relationship. Don't worry, this part has a happy ending!

Word Count: 6,472

Warnings: Low self esteem, cursing, smut, dirty talk, wing!kink mentions of pain

A/N: So, this isn't actually part of the AU Event, but I got so many requests that I decided to go ahead and write the next part. I hope you enjoy! There are still a few AUs I need to write.

 Fic:

"I can't stand to be in this house for one second longer," Lucifer complains. He sits at the kitchen table and rubs his face between his hands. Sure, this house was nothing like the mansion Lucifer had built, but it was keeping you safe. Negative thoughts begin to get the better of you and you can't help but think that maybe he's tired of you instead of the house.

"It's me isn't it?" you ask, afraid that he might say yes, "You've gotten bored with me and now you're regretting that you ever chose to be with me."

"No," Lucifer says without hesitation, but you continue.

"If it weren't for me you'd be fighting your brother like your destiny said you would. If it weren't for me, you'd be out there instead of trapped in here," you say, "You'd be out in the real world, living your life if it weren't for me."

"Y/N, stop, please," Lucifer begs as he stands from the table and moves to kneel before you where you sit. "Y/N, I love you. Nothing will ever make me grow tired of you," he says, "It's amazing really. I've known you for this long and you continue to surprise me. If anything, I fall more in love with you each day." Lucifer looks up at you with his blue eyes and you can tell he's telling the truth. "It's just this house, this place in general really," Lucifer says, "The creaking drives me insane. The bed Gabe gave us is the least comfortable mattress I've ever had the misfortune to lay on. The water takes years to get lukewarm and once it starts getting warm, it turns to scorching hot too quickly. It's just that everything about this place drives me crazy, even the weather. Sure, there's day and night, but the weather never changes. There's never so much as a breeze or a drop of rain. The worst part is that Gabe made sure I'd never be able to change a thing about this place, no matter what I do. My grace is practically useless here." You run your fingers through his hair in an attempt to soothe him.

"I know it's not what we're used to, but it's keeping us safe," you say.

"I know," Lucifer concedes, "But why did he have to make us live in this crappy house?"

"It could be worse, at least we have a house," you say, "And besides, the fridge is to die for."

A smile crosses Lucifer's lips. "You, the baby, and that refrigerator are the only things keeping me sane," he says.

"It's good to know that I'm just as important as a fridge," you respond, though you had to admit that you loved that fridge too. It never ran out of food and it knew exactly what you were craving. If you were craving a certain meal, you could open the door and all of the ingredients would be right there waiting for you; or if you didn't want to cook, the fridge would be stocked with whatever you wanted to eat.