The Roommate Paradox | Part 3/? (Reader x Lucifer)

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader (main pairing / eventually)

Warning: foul language / swearing

Words: 1634

Writer: Liz

After letting go of Dean you watched the impala disappear into the horizon. For a few moments, you lingered in your thoughts. You were unsure of what to do. Babysitting Satan had never been something you thought about, so you felt quite unprepared. Then again, he didn't want you to anyways, so you just had to make sure he wouldn't break anything or anyone in the following days.

Sighing, you strayed towards the bunker's door and went inside. Since you hadn't eaten yet, you got yourself a bagel and then you wanted to spend some time alone in your room. However, you had to go through the library to get there. Silently you decided to just ignore Lucifer and sneak past him. This didn't prove to be an easy task since the fallen angel seemed to have awoken and was currently sitting on the couch with his head resting back on the backrest.

He seemed relaxed to you, his eyes were closed and his brows not furrowed for once. He had folded his hands on his lap giving the appearance of praying.

“I can sense you, human.” he suddenly exclaimed. His smug attitude was something that quickly infuriated you but you tried to remain calm for now.

“Yeah, I figured that out when you jumped my throat earlier.” Well, that was somewhat calm, right? He grinned and opened his piercing eyes to stare directly into yours.

“My father may have cursed me, but I am by no means weaker than a lousy human.”

ignoring the insult you answered quickly. “You think Chuck did this to you?”

“Who else would be capable of doing so? He reunites with aunty Amara and suddenly I am crashing in the bunker, half of my power gone but with my grace remaining.”

“Do you really think your father would do this to you?” As soon as you had finished the question you instantly regretted asking it as you saw his eyes light up with rage. From one moment to another his whole aura changed, he tensed up and suddenly appeared to be a lot more dangerous that before.

“MY FATHER!” he began raging and you already knew the story that was going to follow now. “He locked me up in a cage in HELL for having an opinion that differed from his own! I don't know what I did this time to deserve this treatment but I sure as hell am certain he is the one responsible for it!”

“Alright, alright. I think it was Chuck who transported you, but why would he make you sick?”

“I'm not.” Lucifer simply stated.

“You're practically burning, Satan.” you snickered and finally took the first bite of your bagel which you were still holding.

“Don't fucking call me that! If you have to annoy me with your presence use my name!” he barked before glaring at you.

“You don't address me properly, so I'm not going to use your name either. That's how it's gonna be around here, Satan.” you hissed back at him.

But before he could find another snarky remark he was thrown into another coughing fit and you left the room. Maybe the direct confrontation wasn't the best way for Lucifer to deal with problems, you figured. Maybe, he had to be alone and think about everything. If he wanted to be treated well, he had to show you the same respect and you were going to make damn sure the fallen angel would do so.

After spending the whole day in your room you had drifted off into a light sleep. This moment of comfort didn't last long, however since you were pulled from your slumber by your phone's ring tone.

Still drowsy you answered the call.

“Hello?”

“Well, you sound lovely. What's the matter?” Dean laughed on the other side of the line. “Did anything happen with Lucifer?” he added, suddenly sounding worried.

“No no, Satan's just being a douche but you woke me up. So this better be important, Dean-o.” you replied smiling.

“Yeah, we kinda need your help (Y/N). Can you search the library for us?”

“Sure, if you tell me what to look for. What is going on?” You finally sat up.

“We were passing through this city and there have been some murders as we've heard. Young victims, hearts missing.”

“Sounds like a werewolf with an age preference if you ask me.” you answered after you had noted down the information.

“Yeah but get this. They are also missing every last drop of blood and before they died all of them only wanted to consume ox meat. Also, they were described as being 'not themselves' and 'very violent, often committing criminal acts'. Sounds weird right?”

“When doesn't something in our life’s sound weird, Dean?” you joked. “But yeah, I'M going to look into it. Don't you want to get to Cas as soon as possible, though?”

“Yeah, of course, we want to but there is a snow storm in the area and we can't leave this city for the next few days anyways.”

“Alright, I’ll call you if I can find anything. Say hi to Sammy from me, will ya?”

“Sure thing, (Y/N),” Dean replied and hung up.

You asked yourself how the boys managed to run into trouble everywhere they went before laying that thought aside and going straight to the library. You didn't want to waste any time, maybe you could prevent the next victim's death.

As soon as you entered the room your eyes scanned it searching for Lucifer.

“I'm right here (Y/N),” a scratchy and seemingly sore voice from the back of the room, behind one of the bookshelves exclaimed. You immediately noticed that he used your name. It surprised you he even knew or remembered it at all.

“Thanks, Lucifer.” you said, deliberately showing him how this mutual respect thing worked.

You went straight to the lore section of the library and began looking for a book that you knew had to be around here somewhere. It was one of your favorites, to be honest, an entire list of all the supernatural beings known to the Men of Letters sorted after what the victims did or ended up looking like. For researching a case it was as valuable as gold.

When you found the place where it usually was you were met with an empty space. It was gone. But you were sure it had been here a few days earlier and the brothers didn't take it with them, otherwise, they wouldn't need you to research anything for them.

“Lucifer!” you said, maybe he took it?

“Don't disturb me. I'm reading,” he replied and you could hear him blow his nose shortly after.

“The encyclopedia of all supernatural beings known to the Men of Letters, organized by state of the victim?” you asked him as you made your way over to the other side of the room, where he was sitting behind the shelves.

“Exactly. These Men of Letters sure knew how to title a book,” he remarked.

“Could I have that, please? I need to look something up for Dean,” you asked, smiling about his joke.

“No. I feel like reading a little more. It's interesting what kind of creatures exist on this forsaken planet you know?”

“As if you don't already know all of them, Lucifer. I really need it. There are people dying!” you started to raise your voice a little, trying to convince the man without having to physically handle the situation. Even though he was sick, his vessel was still muscular and you weren't sure if you could handle a physical fight.

“People are always dying (Y/N),” Lucifer said and looked up from the book. “And they will always continue to do so.”

“Cut your philosophical bull crap! I'm not stupid! But no youngsters are going to be killed by a monster if I can help prevent that!” you shouted angrily and in blind anger ripped the book away from him, leaving him startled as you left the room and returned to yours so you could research in peace.

This guy – or celestial being – was annoying the crap out of you. Just a few moments after you had thought he was trying to do better he went down the asshole path once again. You concentrated on finding answers for Dean, so you wouldn't get too angry about something you couldn't change anyway. Slowly, while reading your anger finally started to fade and you honestly began to wonder how Lucifer got to be the way he was.

Castiel had once told you about him. Or more like what and who he used to be. Heaven's brightest, the morning star. Brighter and more beautiful than the sun itself was. Cas had described his older brother as a being of justice and liberty and he had spent countless hours talking to you about Lucifer's fall and the consequences that the archangels behavior had caused.

Overall, you could understand Lucifer's relationship issues with Chuck and even him not liking humans made sense to you but what you couldn't grasp - no matter how hard you tried to – was how he seemed to be unable or even unwilling to change his future and how he let his past determine what he was today and how he was going to be tomorrow.

For you, changing and growing as a person had always been very important and it was hard for you to understand him in this aspect. But then again, everybody was different, right? Maybe it wasn't in the angel's nature to change.