Blood Feathers
Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
Paring: Lucifer x Hunter!FemaleReader Subjects: Intimacy, Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Trustbuilding, Soulmates, Wing kink if you squint, Soulmates, Fluff, Injuries Warnings: Explicit Description of Injuries, Blood, Gore, Canon Expected Violence, Talk of indicated abuse in Reader's past Setting: Bunker-era, Canon Divergent and Adjacent, Soulmates AU Writer's Note: I am so honoured that you, those who read my fanfic, are so vocal about how much you love it! It is so inspiring to have people tell that, so thank you so much ❤️ A fair warning, English isn't my first language, so there are bound to be mistakes regarding grammar, punctuation, past and present tense ect 💀 I hope to have fixed the Issues I've had with keeping parts as a draft, so it doesn't get released prematurely like part 2 did 🤞
Story Synopsis: As Lucifer's Soulmate, you are the only human alive who can see the Devil's wings. And to be honest, you know he could need a hand grooming them, but how do you get the Devil's consent to touch an extremely sensitive part of himself?
Part 3 Synopsis: You have a chat with Lucifer about what it means to be Soulmates, and why it almost killed you, but nothing is free when dealing with the Devil, and you are no exception.
Written by: ✨️~ PrettyAutistic ~✨️
Lucifer smirked with his hands clasped in front of him as you stared at him like he had just told you that the grass was blue and the sky green, while holding out a hand to stop him from spewing nonsense.
"You're kidding?!" you said as your eyes searched the casual pose Lucifer held, "Does it look like I'm laughing?" he scoffed with a small shrug, and moved his hands to his hips.
Oh, if he had a camera, he would have snapped a picture of how utterly lost you looked in that moment when you realised that the Devil was deadly serious.
He did, however, tilt his head and step back when you began to laugh. As if worried you were contagious.
At first, it was nothing more than a few huffs and puffs of disbelief that quickly escalated into a full-on hysterical laughter that had you breathing hard and covering your mouth, as you turned your back to the Devil to get the tears that had put a wet sheen in your eyes under control, not the mention pushing back the panic attack that threatened to pull you under like the raising tide.
Lucifer leaned sideways a little, "You good? Need a glass of water, or perhaps a brown paper bag?" he asked nonchalantly after you began to hyperventilate, and the way he spoke to you snapped you out of the whirlpool of dread that had gotten a hold on you.
"Oh, I'm sorry if my existential crisis is an inconvenience! Not only have you just told me Soulmates are real, but that we are supposedly Soulmates! And I have no idea what that means or entails! So yeah, excuse me for having a minor meltdown!" you sneered and clenched your fist at your side at the smug grin that Lucifer sported.
"Oooooh! You're a fun one. Catty, perceptive, and well-mannered. Mostly. Lucky me! " he snarked back with a feral smirk as he leaned towards you.
You forced yourself to take a deep breath, moving your hands in front of you as you breathed. Up... and down... slowly and deliberately. All the while, you did your best to ignore the heavy weight of Lucifer's eyes watching your every move, as you kept your eyes on a spot on the floor.
An unsettling quietness fell over the room, only broken by your breathing as it evened out, and finally met the Devil's glacier eyes, "What does it mean to be Soulmates?" you asked with a voice that, much to your dismay, trembled a little.
"Eh. It means a great many things. Gotta be a bit more specific." he replied with indifference and shifted his weight from one foot to the other.
Pursuing your lips in annoyance, you blinked slowly and deliberately at Lucifer before you began to re-word your question, "Okay... Wh--" was all you managed to get out before Lucifer interrupted you, rather rudely if you had to say so.
"Here's the thing. Despite you and me being Soulmates, a heavenly joke made by Pops, some might say.. what do I get from answering all these questions that I know are rattling around that skull of yours?" he asked as he looked at you with a tilted head and expectant gaze, with his fingers steepled and relaxing in front of his stomach.
His question caught you off guard, but it wasn't unexpected. He was the Devil after all, so it made sense he wanted something in return.
"I don't know. I doubt I have anything you want...?" You drew out the question in your reply, as you truly didn't know what you could offer the Devil in exchange for the answers you were looking for.
Lucifer stepped out over the black circle on the ground, taking one long step toward you. Hence, you had to crane your neck slightly to maintain eye contact, "How about this: for each question you ask me, I get one in return?" he suggested, making you squint up at him as he met your gaze with a cocked eyebrow.
It sounded innocent enough, but from the stories you had heard from the Winchesters and Castiel, Lucifer wasn't one to be underestimated. And given his title as the Devil, it was obvious.
"What sort of question would you be asking me then? I'm not a sharing type of person." you snipped and crossed your arms over your chest with a defiant gleam in your eyes.
Lucifer didn't want to admit it, because you were still a simple-minded mud monkey. That being said, he found it refreshing how you didn't cower away from him in terror. Even before establishing the bond, with a handshake of all things, you had shown a bigger set of balls than Sam and Dean ever had. You had walked straight up to him and greeted him like he wasn't the most hated being in all of Creation, but as an equal. And while you obviously weren't his equal with him being The Light bringer, The Morningstar, and so much more, it was still impressive.
"C'mon. I've been keeping tabs on Starsky and Hutch for years, even in the Cage, the second, and yet I don't have much knowledge of you. Color me intrigued." he replied and tapped his thumbs together.
"You can color yourself anything you want, but if you get personal too quickly, we're done." you quipped and turned to leave the scattered room after he had released a sighing "Fine".
"And where are you going?" Lucifer asked with annoyance laced in his voice, making you stop briefly to look at him over your shoulder, "To the kitchen. There is no way I am having this heavy-duty conversion standing and without a drink and a snack. 'Sides, you clearly aren't bound to the trap, so I don't see why you should keep lingering in here."
Lucifer let out a small "Hm. Fair... but I've been told I have a flair for being dramatic." This made a smile tug at the corner of your mouth, "So I can see. Now, can we please move this to the kitchen?"
He tapped his chin for a moment, "Well... since you said 'please' I guess." he sighed over dramatically as he followed you through the scattered room.
"Thank you." he heard you say, the small smile in your voice evident to him, and a slow smirk formed on his lips before he could stop it. He counted himself lucky that none of the others, or you, had seen it. He didn't think he would have been able to live that humiliation down.
So he didn't say anything and followed you to the Bunker's kitchen.
He leaned on the doorway as he watched you walk around the still, for you, unfamiliar space. Watching how you opened and closed several cupboards, cabinets, and the double door fridge, to gather what you wanted to 'drink and snack' on while playing 20 Questions with him.
"So... who goes first?" You asked when you sat down at the table with your food and drink. A simple sandwich and a soda.
Lucifer pushed off the open doorway and walked over to where you were sitting. Pulled out a chair and turned it around before he sat down on it, resting his elbows and arms on the top of the backrest, "Ladies first." he replied and looked at you with an unreadable expression.
"Such a gentleman." you huffed and opened the soda can, the sound echoing like a wet gunshot in the otherwise silent kitchen.
At your comment, Lucifer cracked a small grin, "I have my moments." to which you gave a small hum and took a sip before bracing yourself to ask your first question.
"Okay. Why did shaking your hand send me into a comatose state that almost killed me?" you asked and took a bite out of your sandwich.
"Because it established our Soulmate bond. It requires willing physical contact from both parts. And because you are human, you are, in theory, not made to establish a connection with an Archangel. So when my grace rolled through you, the power from it was almost too much for your body and soul to handle." he replied as he watched, almost amused, how your eyebrows shot upwards and almost disappeared into your hairline.
"That was... surprisingly straight forward of you," you mused as you tilted your head a little, "and somehow I know you are being truthful..." you added with a small frown, making Lucifer scoff amused, "I often am, and yet you people always seem surprised." he told you, not mentioning that it was a Soulmate thing.
"Guess it comes with ingrained prejudices we humans have againstt The Devil. But, your turn." You nodded and turned your attention to him.
"So many things... but let's start with a big one: how did you know that about my wings? That they hurt, specifically, I mean." he asked, and you held a few fingers over your lips as you chewed on a bite of sandwich and swallowed it, licking crumbs off your lips before replying.
"Since you allowed me a look, it wasn't hard to see. I have been forced to hide constant pain and forced to be strong and not show weakness. It is, as they say, game recognizes game. I saw the small, constant adjustments to the aggressive and snappy front because I have been there. Properly not in the same amount as you have, but enough to see what lies beneath." you replied truthfully, though you could see that your answer didn't satisfy the Devil with how his jaw tensed as he pursed his lips. Not to mention the wood of the chair creaked in protest as he gripped it hard.
"I see. A perceptive little human indeed." he noted with narrowed eyes.
"You don't have to like it, but it is the truth." you told him with a small shrug, because to you it wasn't that big of a deal.
But to Lucifer? It was beyond bothersome that a human had seen through him like his facade had been made of glass. Nevermind you being his Soulmate and all that, that was an observation you had made before finding out what had happened between him and you.
"You're right. I don't have to like it. Ask your question." he replied curtly, while his eyes searched your expression for anything that might give him a hint of what you were thinking.
You tapped a finger against the soda can before drinking from it, putting it down gently against the wooden surface of the table.
"What does being the Devil's Soulmate entail?" You asked, a smirk pulling your lips upwards as you saw Lucifer blink at you once, clearly not having expected that one already.
"And here I thought we agreed on going slow!" he scoffed in mock protest as he tapped the fingers on one hand against the top of the chair's backrest.
You looked hesitant for a moment, "I mean... I can ask something else if you prefer?" you suggested, but he waved you off, "Nah. It's fine. Means I get to ask a bigger one next time." and the way he said it made you swallow hard, nervousness rising. It was not super reassuring that he winked at you before replying.
"It doesn't entail anything per se, but one thing those corny romance novels get right is the attraction between the mated pair. Meaning, at some point, you and I could end up entangled in sheets together. And I'll always be able to locate you, to an extent, vice versa, I assume." he mused for a second before continuing, "And we will be able to feel everything the other is feeling. The stronger the bond, the more powerful the connection will become."
He felt it immediately. The recoiling sensation that curled up tight in your soul when he told you that it could be inevitable that you and he would end up sharing a bed.
You felt his eyes squint as he looked at you inquisitively, but before he could ask what was going on, you blurted out, "But you can't touch me or do anything to me like that without my explicit consent, right?!" almost pleadingly with wide eyes as your eyes searched his for any sign that your plea was wrong.
Now, normally, he would have replied with a snarky remark about how his vessel wasn't that bad looking. Perhaps he would have even made fun of the reaction you had to what he had said, but the way your soul had recoiled when the words had slipped past his lips made his grace that was wrapped around it pulse protectively. Even if he had wanted to mock you, he couldn't do it. It would mean hurting you.
Instead, his eyes softened just a bit, but it was enough to make you release a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"No. I might be the Devil, but I am still an Archangel. Consent is an ingrained part of my being. I won't touch you in any way you won't allow." he explained in a voice he barely recognised as what you had told him about yourself, being used to hiding pain to survive began to make sense. And it made anger boil in his chest.
The way you leaned back in the chair, steadying your breathing before you sniffed and hastily stood to clean the empty plate and put it back in place, told him that it was the answer you had hoped for. Or something along those lines.
After cleaning the plate, you sat back in the chair, looking a tad more collected than before, hearing what being his Soulmate meant.
"Your turn." You exhaled and folded your hands on the table, though you couldn't really meet his eyes. Not like before hearing what he had just told you.
He leaned forward and rested his chin on top of his arms, blinking slowly as he let the grace that was wrapped around your soul soothe you enough for you to meet his eyes.
"Did you kill whoever hurt you like that?" he asked, voice calm and free of any judgment.
Your skin turned pale as the blood left your face, but you were unable to look away. He watched intently as your tongue darted out to wet your lips before you whispered a small, "Yes..."
With that, the Devil smiled approvingly, running a finger over his lips as he replied, "Good." before he stood to leave the kitchen. But not before he snapped his fingers, and your favorite chocolate bar appeared on the table in front of you.
You looked at the chocolate and up at the entanglement of broken feathers and what looked like tar splotches or old, dried blood that covered the Devil's back with a small thank you on your lips before you were startled out of your doe-like state as something crashed down on the floor in the Dean cave.
"Get the hell off me!" Dean roared, the anger in his voice having your body react before your mind could catch up. Snatching the chocolate from the table, you ran toward the room where the roar had come from.
Slamming the door open and turning on the light, you blinked as you saw Dean sprawling atop of Castiel, with Sam pushing off his older brother with a wide-eyed headshake. Castiel was lying under Dean, slightly dazed from how his blue eyes seemed to search the room aimlessly. A groan came from the Seraph as the two Winchesters got off the floor.
"What happened to you guys?" you asked as you opened the candy wrapper and took a bite, the richness of the chocolate soothing you instantly.
"Gabriel happened..." Sam groaned and ran a hand through his hair as Dean helped Cas to his feet.
"Yeah! Bastard zapped us to TV land because he was 'bored'!" Dean huffed like an angry bull.
"At least he didn't put us in a herpes commercial this time." Sam exhaled as he slumped into the couch in front of the TV while rubbing his face, and Dean nodded while helping Cas to the couch. Plopping the Angel down in the other end, before settling himself between Cas and Sam.
They looked rough, and while you sent a silent thank you to the youngest Archangel, you asked if anyone was hungry, and Dean immediately perked up, "Famished!"
You chuckled, "C'mon then. I'll cook." you told, and suddenly Dean's mood had improved dramatically as he followed you to the kitchen while complaining about the trip to TV land as you cooked up a simple meal for them.
Soon after, Sam came to the kitchen as well, followed by Castie,l who seemed to have gotten his bearings back as he took his place by the table. Silently observing you with that intense squint as you prepared dinner for the Winchesters.
With all three of them gathered in the kitchen, their voices mingling with the sound of you chopping, frying, and stirring became white noise.
In that moment, you found yourself sending a prayer to Lucifer.
"Thank you for talking to me today. And for not prying."
You almost cut your finger when you heard his pleasant voice echoing in your head, "I'll deny it if you bring it up. I have a reputation to uphold after all." though there was no bite behind it.
You didn't reply, but instead smiled at the cutting board. Being the Devil's Soulmate might not be so bad after all.
Part 4 - Out Now!
