As a human, Lucifer starts drinking many cups of coffee a day. Sam wonders if Lucifer doesn't like sleeping, but Lucifer corrects him and says he wants to stay awake at night and watch over Sam while he sleeps, because Lucifer is Sam's guardian angel, is he not?
Oh, this is so sweet and precious, I love it! ♥
Despite all of Sam’s protests, Lucifer keeps forcing himself to stay awake to watch over him every night. Sadly, this leads to a very grumpy and sleep deprived angel soon, so Sam secretly switches out his coffee for decaffeinated coffee instead. Lucifer doesn’t notice, but on the first night alone he simply collapses next to Sam due to his lack of caffeine keeping him awake.
Sam is very glad that Lucifer finally gets some rest - and more importantly that he can cuddle up to him - and when they finally wake up in the morning, Lucifer is more than just a little confused. Still sleepy - his arms wrapped around Lucifer’s waist, a leg shoved between his and his head on the angel’s chest - Sam explains what he did and that he doesn’t want Lucifer to stay awake all night.
“You can watch over me much better when you’re laying next to me,” he says and nuzzled his face against Lucifer’s neck. “And besides, I don’t like it when you’re grumpy and tired all the time. Can’t you just sleep next to me and do your guardian angel thing while holding me?”
“Anything for you, Sam,” Lucifer smiles and presses a kiss on Sam’s forehead. “It’s much nicer like this indeed. You are very warm and comfy.”
“Mhm,” Sam hums, shifting a bit again so he’s more comfortable. “Let’s sleep in a bit today, okay? I wanna stay like this...”
“Me too,” Lucifer chuckles and closes his eyes again with a content smile on his face. Sam is right, it feels much better protecting him like this...
Prompt/my headcanon: Luci and Gabe raised Cas. They were overprotective, but Gabe was little less. When they come back and see Dean and Cas have a thing, they put Dean through the ringer so he won't bream Cas's heart.
Dean bites his lip and tells Cas goodnight, watching as he walks up the stairs to his bedroom. Leaving Dean with his brothers Gabriel and Lucifer.
Alone.
“Dean, right?” Lucifer asks, smiling at Dean.
Dean hopes that Lucifer doesn’t live up to his namesake. “Yessir.”
“I’ve heard a lot about you Dean, and I’ve got to say, some of the things I’ve heard are not very nice,” Lucifer says and crosses his arms. Dean swears he can feel the disapproval in his voice. “You like to date people for a week or two, get what you want from them, and just leave.”
Dean nods, not really sure of what he’s supposed to say. He’s got to admit that he has a pretty bad track record, but he’s working on fixing it. And Cas is different, he’s a really cool guy and Dean doesn’t want to hurt him.
“You better not be planning on doing that to Cassie, Dean-o,” Gabriel says from the corner of the room where he’s standing and Dean feels like a deer caught in headlights.
Lucifer smiles. It’s not a very welcoming smile. “Now, I can’t tell Cassie who to date, but I can make sure that whoever he dates won’t hurt him, you understand right. So I’m just going to lay down a few ground rules, that you will follow.”
Dean swallows. “Yessir,” he whispers, and he’s got to be the most scared he’s ever felt. This is worse than talking to a girl’s dad, because the are Cas’ brothers. And they won’t be afraid to throw a couple of punches.
“Don’t force Castiel into doing anything he doesn’t want to do. Don’t bring him home late. Don’t convince him to skip class, or have a bad influence on him. Most importantly Dean, if you even think of hurting my little brother, I won’t hesitate to hurt you.”
Dean nods, understanding absolutely. “I don’t plan to hurt your brother, I really do like him.”
Lucifer smiles and stands up. “That’s good to hear,” he says, and Dean feels that is a dismissal.
He stands up and goes to head to the door, cringing as Gabriel follows him out.
“Hey Dean-o, don’t Lucifer scare you too much. He just doesn’t want to see Castiel hurt, he’s all bark and no bite,” he says and Dean finds that comforting.
“I, on the other hand, won’t hesitate to paint your precious Impala green if you mess with him. Have a good night!” Gabe says and closes the door.
One thing Dean knows for certain. If anyone is going to do the heartbreaking in this relationship, it’ll be Cas.
(This was fun, and I found it a challenge to write. Thank you so much for sending it to me! I hope you like it as much as I liked writing it.)
Dedicated for mariaghost, because I just learnt it was her birthday and also because she (kind of) shared her cake with me :)
So have some AU Michifer that hopefully makes some sense. Lucifer caring for Michael. Because I’m still making up for killing out darling archangel.
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Lucifer pulled his robe tighter around his chest even though the temperature didn’t warrant it. The drawing room was at least twice as warm as the other parts of their quarters combined.
His eyes fell on his mate hunched over a table covered with maps and different rolls of accounts.
“Michael,” he called out softly.
For his part Michael flinched but didn’t raise his gaze.
“Michael, you need to get some sleep,” Lucifer tried again, now the edge of order seeping into his voice. Slowly, he stepped closer. “The maps won’t change during the night I can promise you that.”
The other stubbornly kept on staring ahead.
Lucifer’s frown deepened. “I swear I’ll knock you out if I have to, and drag you to the bedroom by your feet.”
That teased a scoff of laughter out of the other archangel’s chest. “I’m not that heavy,” he protested, his voice rough from long hours of unused he had spent leaning over atlantes and other long hours previously spent with shouting orders.
“But you’d deserve it. Stubborn you are. How am I supposed to take care of you?”
“You don’t have to—“
“I do. Now come on, let’s have some rest.”
Michael wanted to protest some more, but as soon as Lucifer took him by the hands he relented. The muscles in his arms melted from marble to flesh with each step they took away from the terrible responsibilities of war. By the time they entered the silky cool embrace of their bedroom he could even breathe.
Finally Lucifer could feel his heart beating a steady strong rhythm.
In intimate, awed silence he started peeling layer after layer of clothing, robes and shirt and chainmail from Michael’s frame until his hands could finally settle on the sharp cut of hipbones. They stood close, breaths mingling, faces only a thin inch apart, but their eyes just wouldn’t meet. Lucifer kept his averted gaze on an old scar he had left ages ago across the golden chest.
This new sense of closeness was still so foreign. Lucifer wondered if he would ever stop doubting this miracle. The idea just wouldn’t let him be that all those centuries he had spent sizzling in the center of a black hole would never allow him to enjoy trust and devotion ever again.
How was he supposed to look after Michael like this? Especially as he wanted to. Now that they were bonded and not just mated.
He quickly chased the disturbing thought away.
He let his robe slide from his shoulders, then threw it over the back of a chair. Even after such careless motion it fell in perfect plaits next to Michael’s carefully folded clothes. Grey gold, velvet black and pale blue in the soft moonlight.
In bed Lucifer settled against Michael’s back.
At first he had to breathe through the shock of heat that assaulted his senses where the other’s wings burnt beneath skin and muscle. It still took him a few minutes to get used to the feeling. Then he melted, molding his own body to his mate’s.
He ran his hand along Michael’s arm.
“You should relax,” he purred. “Close your eyes.”
“I’m fine, Lucifer. You just go to sleep.”
“It’s not really comfortable hugging a rock.”
“The bed’s big enough for the both of us.”
“Are you so insufferable just to annoy me?”
“What do you expect from me?! I’ve got a war to plan.”
“A war on two fronts. This is the craziest thing you’ve ever done.”
“It’s not my fault!” Michael snapped rolling onto his back to glare at Lucifer. “It’s not my fault I’ll have to fight on two fronts.”
“You declared it in the first place! You were so stubborn that you couldn’t wait until this stupid political strife settles.”
“I could have won this by now.” Michael hissed. With jerky movements he kicked the blanket off himself. His brows were shining with sweat. “If they allowed me to start the war when I first wanted! I could have secured our borders by now. I could do it now! If only I had my army, the munition, resources, my sword! If they didn’t take my sword, Lucifer…”
“I know, I know,” Lucifer fought to keep his voice even, his fingers steady as he brushed them along a flushed cheek. “You would line our borders with Leviathan heads.”
“You are mocking me,” Michael gasped.
“No. I just don’t want to boil next to you each time you start agonizing over your missing toothpick.”
Michael’s eyes rounded, his breath got caught in his throat and he flushed an even deeper shade of red down his chest.
Lucifer smiled and patted his cheek.
“Now breathe.”
The elder’s chest fell suddenly. For a couple times it rose and fell with the final puffs of anger panted out. Then sent one last hard look at Lucifer before he turned his back to him.
Lucifer didn’t even wait until Michael cooled down. He snuggled up to him, his arm slung over his waist.
“I swore I’d burn the entire Council for such treachery,” he whispered against the shell of the other’s ear. “I will lay their beating hearts at your feet and bring you back your sword, Michael. I swear.”
Michael squeezed his fingers across his stomach in acknowledgement.
Lucifer smiled. He nipped at the earlobe right under his nose, then started mouthing along the graceful neck, desperate and jealous to chase away memories of the sun’s kisses.
A content sigh shivered on Michael’s lips before he, once more, grew as still as the mountains.
“Lucifer,” he whispered weakly.
“I know,” the blond murmured, his lips brushing the peak of his mate’s shoulder. “I know, it’d be unfortunate if you started nesting right in the middle of war.”
Even though there was no proof if Michael actually could start nesting, they both agreed it wasn’t time yet to find out.
“I’ve got you, remember?” Lucifer moved higher, hinting kisses up to Michael’s throat nuzzling at his own mark of claim. “And I always keep my oaths. Promise.”
He kept up the steady flow of kisses. Persistent enough to keep Michael’s mind away from his war planning, but light enough to be just a reassurance of support.
Lucifer counted his victory when Michael turned his head so that he could press a kiss to his soft mouth. When he pulled back the green eyes didn’t flutter open again. His breathing evened out, muscles grew slack and the deep shadows disappeared from his brows.
