Supernatural Imagines

Lucifer X Reader

I know I said I was done here but I found an almost fully written imagine from ages ago so I thought that I would quickly finish it and post it for you.

A Luci x reader was requested by Sherlock_John_221B so here it is. Apologies it took so long, I'm sure it's probably even been a year or 2 since you asked for this. Bare with me since I've never written for Luci before! I hope you enjoy it!

WARNING: one or two bits of swearing but nothing major.

Word count: 878 (inc A/Ns etc)

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Lucifer has always had a particular knack for pissing me off. I guess it comes with part of the job description of being the devil. He sure is good at it.

As the devil, it's safe to say that he really does not understand birthdays at all. He thinks it's a bit of a waste of time celebrating them since he figures it's just one step closer to death for us mere mortals. And thus he does not understand my excitement for my rapidly approaching birthday. I suppose some may say it's childish to be excited over a birthday and you should start dreading them as you get older but not me. I'm so excited.

I know what you're thinking, what on earth am I doing with the devil? Well he's actually sweet, all be it extremely irritating at times. I couldn't have had him in my head like Castiel or Sam did, but he's fun to be around mostly. And surprisingly he ends up giving me space when I need it. Mostly because he's actually slightly terrified of me which I personally find hilarious. I mean, the devil is scared of me, truly laughable. But I do use that to my advantage at times if he does start pissing me off too much. He's actually kinda clingy from time to time and if I don't pay him enough attention he starts wining, which I also find hilarious.

**YOUR BIRTHDAY**
The moment I wake up, the distinct smell of burning fills my nostrils. Oh boy what's he up to now? I groggily climb out of bed and throw a dressing gown on before plodding downstairs to hear profanities being muttered by my oh so polite boyfriend.

"Fucking hell why are you burning you little shit" I hear him mutter before I make my presence known to him.

"Luci I believe you're the reason it's burning, they don't burn themselves." I tell him with a laugh as I hug him from behind.

"Shit it I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed." He tells me with puppy dog eyes as he turns around and wraps his arms around me, honestly he must have learnt how to make those puppy eyes from using Sam as a vessel for a while.

"Sorry Luci but the smell of burning woke me up."

"I'm sorry Y/N. Happy birthday. Not that I know why it's impo-" I cut him off before he can say anymore.

"It's important to me okay. It's symbolic or something."

"Well happy birthday Y/N/N." He says with a small smile before kissing me passionately. It's surprising how sweet he is really considering he's the devil, but he really does treat me well.

"Thanks Luci" I say with a small smile.

"Now, let me throw these little shits in the bin, then, how about we go out for breakfast? My treat?" Lucifer asks without actually looking at me, too busy glaring at the now dark black food.

"Yea sounds good," I reply with a grin, "I'll head upstairs and get ready whilst you sort out your mess," I tell him with a giggle.

"Hmmm okay," he responds, still bloody glaring at his black, crispy mess. "Stupid food," he mutters under his breath as I leave the room, causing me to giggle. God my boyfriend really is ridiculous.

"OH FUCK YOU!" I heard him exclaim as I hear a clattering of pans in the kitchen. I laugh, roll my eyes and carry on getting dressed, ignoring the devil's antics.

Eventually I'm ready and head downstairs to see a disheveled Lucifer, glaring at a mess of burnt food on the floor.

"See you had a battle trying to get the food into the bin... and lost," I say, unable to hide my amusement.

"I'm glad you find this amusing Y/N," he says whilst pouting. See what I mean? Massive soft lunatic.

"Luci go upstairs and get ready, I'll clean up this mess then we can go out."

"But Y/N, it's your birthday, you shouldn't be cleaning," he protested, still pouting like a five year old. I laugh and start shoving him out of the door.

"Go, now. Stop arguing and get dressed so I can go and eat." He nods and plods upstairs, sulking the whole way. I'm in love with the devil who acts like a five year old. God help me. Actually it's too late for that really, especially since he's an arse.

Oh well, I love him either way and I wouldn't change him for the world.

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