Luci's One Shots

~Vice (Nickifer)*

SMUT WARNING!!! 

Some Nickifer for Smut Appreciation Day on Tumblr. There nearly isn't enough Nickifer in the world - everyone should just write/read Nickifer and I believe the world would be a much better place 😊 Also, this is a long one. 2.5K words

This one is smut! Full on smutty smut - and floofy fluff, that too! (for those who haven't figured it out yet) More fluff than smut tho - not as I originally planned but I don't find myself caring about that - IT IS JUST SO DAMN FLOOFY

/Vice: immoral or wicked behavior\
It all began as nothing more than a lust based decision, he was temporary and he knew it; nothing more than a plaything for Lucifer to discard when he was done with him... or so, that's what Nick thought.

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A while had passed since Lucifer took over Nick's soul and body. At first, the human was doubtful, of course, about sharing a body with the literal Devil but after a while he got used to it. Nick learned to trust Lucifer and to lean back and let him take control. Lucifer's anger became his own, when Lucifer was upset Nick became upset as well, and they also came to share the same joys and tears - even though Lucifer did not cry in the presence of others, and Nick was fine with that.

Lucifer kept Nick alive and always let him see what was going on around them, only shielding him from the worst of things. Nick liked to believe that they had become friends, perhaps even more. The Archangel and the human had literally become one being, the perfect union between the mortal and the immortal.

And of course, one couldn't blame Nick for falling in love with his beautifully scarred angel.

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Rage. That was the first thing that Nick felt. A white-hot rage that came from Lucifer in powerful waves, coursing through their shared body like a rampaging vicious thunderstorm, a rage strong enough that it would force the world down upon its knees and destroy whatever got in its way, for this was a furious Archangel ready to unleash his wrath upon those foolish enough to stand before him.

But Nick wasn't scared - also because he knew said anger wasn't directed towards him - he was mostly angry as well. Nearly seeing red himself, but trying to push down his own anger for now and desperately trying to be the calm one. But it was hard. Nick knew that Lucifer deserved an angelic companion - Nick hadn't expected the rebellious angel Castiel to refuse Lucifer like that, he couldn't comprehend it - and neither human nor Archangel were all too fond of the demons surrounding them most of the time. Meg was alright, Nick guessed, but it wasn't the same.

Nick was well aware of the fact that he wasn't an angel, but he liked to think he somewhat understood, in however small a way. Nick knew what it was like to feel as if he was completely alone and had nobody who understood him, but Lucifer wasn't alone, not completely at least.

Their physical body meanwhile, was alone in some abandoned warehouse and Lucifer was stalking around the room with large steps, fuming and the occasional cuss word slipping past their lips in a furious hiss. The demons that were around most of the time had made the wise decision to leave them alone for the time being.

His mind was set when he experienced the anger through their bond, covering up a great deal of sadness and loneliness within which Lucifer never shared with anyone - nobody but Nick. He didn't care whether Lucifer saw him the same way as he saw him - which Nick doubted, he was only a temporary vessel after all - but he would try his best to just be there for him. To help him forget and to fill up the emptiness within his heavy frozen heart.

Utterly careful, Nick reached out - pushing through the anger that had surrounded Lucifer's very being like a magical force - and wrapped his soul around him, which was the closest he could get to a hug in his soul-form. He pressed himself against the most hurtful memories and thoughts, soothing them over with his presence and happiest memories.