Supernatural Imagines {ON HIATUS}

lucifer x reader ⇸ saved

Word Count: 1290 (a little long soz)

Warnings: swearing, torture, angst, fluff

Requested by DaviesAmy2002 ! Thank you for your rad request and I hope this is as good as you imagined.

It was a normal day like any other, that was until you got kidnapped.

It was just your luck that some kinky weirdo maniac would take you to a dingy basement and tie you to a chair without any explanation, just your luck.

In fact, you were ironically a bit lucky all of your life. You were like some kind of human phenomenon. You'd get into horrible situations, like a horrible car crash or that one time your apartment building set on fire, but always come out unscathed or  -at the most- slightly injured. You shouldn't have even been alive. Those very events shook you to your core, and you carried the question of how you survived with you to this day. It was like someone, or something, was looking out for you.

You'd hoped it was the same this time, but you needed more than hope at the moment.

Three men made their way into the room, their faces only visible under the flickering of a dim lightbulb. There was a giant one with long hair, who's eyes seemed to tell you sorry; a shorter, blonder one, who's face was painted with angst; and finally a trench coat wearing one, who seemed incapable of showing any emotion whatsoever. "What do you want with me?" You finally spat out, trying your best to sound intimidating.

"Where's Lucifer?" The angsty one asked

You knit your brows "Lucifer? Who is that? And who are you?" you asked, utterly confused by all of this. "I'm Dean, that's Sam," he pointed at the tall one "And that's Castiel, who will beat the information out of you if you don't tell us where he is right now." He finished, pointing at the trench coat.

You tried to fight the tears that involuntarily pricked your eyes. "Listen, I think you have the wrong person. I-I'm-" you were cut off when a strange pressure was placed on your throat, choking you slightly. There were no hands around it, but it sure felt like there were.

"Listen, Cas isn't afraid to torture your ass if you don't give us answers!" Dean spat. You realized the choking sensation was coming from Castiel, from his....mind?

"How many times do I have to tell you, I don't know who the fuck Lucifer is?!" You yelled, crying now. Dean walked up to you now, a strange looking blade in his hand. "I will bleed you dry, you piece of filth, until we get some answers." He punched you before he cut your arm open, letting blood drip from it and gradually create a small puddle on the floor. You screamed more

"Lucifer, the ruler of hell? Fell from grace? All around evil guy? Sound familiar?" the man named Sam added in, still taking no part in the torture. The pressure moved from your neck to your head as you screamed in pain. "Wait, you're talking about Satan? You think I know SATAN?" You asked, stunned "What the hell are you, some kinda cult?" You cried, about to give up on living all together as you knew you probably weren't coming out of here alive. Dean cut your other arm in the same place, the deep laceration spilling your rich blood instantaneously.

"Dean, I can sense she has some kind of connection to Lucifer, but maybe she doesn't know it." Cas told him as the pressure on your head lessened "What?" Sam intervened "Some humans are lucky enough to be assigned a guardian angel. Even though Lucifer is a fallen angel, he's an angel nonetheless." Castiel went on to explain, still confusing the hell out of you. "So you're saying the devil is this girl's guardian angel?" Dean asked, looking back at you as you struggled "It's a strong possibility, yes. Which means she would be innocent." Sam shot Dean an angered look as you sobbed with your head down "Dean, we just tortured an innocent girl." Dean sighed as he looked down look "Cas, let her go." with that, you were untied and thrown out the building "I'm sorry." Castiel murmured "Yeah, fuck you." you told him before he disappeared.

You leaned against the building, sobbing as you grabbed at the cuts on your arms. You thought about what you'd heard them say while they tortured you. Could you really have a guardian angel, and was it really Lucifer? If so, now would be the perfect time for him to come and rescue you. You tried praying, as dumb as it sounded, to Lucifer. Not knowing exactly what to say, you tried your best to reach out to him "Hi Lu-Lucifer," you started "I'm kinda dying here, and I'd love a little bit of help right now." You stopped, sighing "I'm such and idiot, what the hell am I doing? Praying to Satan like it'll actually wo-" you were cut off by a fluttering of wings.

You looked up to find a tall blonde man looking down at you with sorrow filled eyes. "Is it really you?" You asked breathlessly. He nodded before sweeping you into his arms as transporting you somewhere completely different. You were in the small living room of a neat house, it looked like no one lived there. You didn't bother asking questions, as your body felt weak from all the blood loss. He set you down on the couch without a word and cupped your face before moving his hands down to the gashes on your arms. He omitted a warm light, closing his eyes and causing you to close yours. You slowly felt the life flow back into your body. You looked down after a couple seconds at your arms, which were once again smooth and gash-free.

You looked up at him with teary, wide eyes. And without a second thought you fell into his arms, sobbing at the events you hadn't yet fully processed. He just took you in his arms, stroking your hair lightly as your tears seeped through his shirt. After a little, you pulled away and looked into his eyes. They had such a familiarity to them, although you'd never seen this man before. "Did you...have you saved me my entire life?" He nodded "The fire? The car crash?" He nodded again, smiling slightly as his eyes glossed over. "You're even more beautiful up close." He told you, running his thumb across your cheek. You settled into his hand. He's just saved your life, and he's done it your entire life, talk about true love. "Are you really my guardian angel?" You asked him. He smirked "Not exactly an angel, but more or less." You furrowed your brow. He held you tightly. You'd really only just met Lucifer, but you were so comfortable with him. You didn't care if he hugged you or held you, hell, you probably wouldn't even care if he kissed you. You owed the guy your life....multiple lives. You smiled at him, resting your forehead on his shoulder "Thank you so much, Lucifer." He kissed the top of your head.

His demeanor shifted as his voice became shaky "You shouldn't thank me, I almost let you die." You looked up at him again "But you didn't." you reassured him. He sighed, pulling away and putting his hand to his forehead "I should have saved you before they caught you. If I can't protect you from the fucking Winchesters, how am I supposed to protect you from anything?" You turned his face to you, meeting his pained expression.

"You saved me. I am here now." You finalized as you pulled him into a delicate kiss. "No Y/N, you saved me." he whispered back after you parted.