Chase The Nightmares Away
Summary: Lucifers daughter got kidnapped and tortured by Naomi and can’t sleep without having nightmares so she just doesn’t sleep. Her father might be able to live without sleep, but she’s part human.
Warnings: angst, mentions of torture, fluff
Characters: Dad!Lucifer, Daughter!Reader, Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, Castiel (mentioned), Michael’s daughter and wife (mentioned), Balthazar (mentioned), Lucifer’s wife/Readers mother (mentioned)
A/N: Written for @whispersandwhiskerburn‘s 1.5 K followers celebration, Much Ado About SPN. The Prompts were Nephilim, Naomi’s Room, Nightmares, and “You pay a great deal to dear for something that’s given freely.” (Winter’s Tale)
It’d been 10 days since you last slept, and it was beginning to take a toll on you. 11 days ago, your father and uncles(Lucifer, Raphael, Gabriel and Michael) rescued you from Naomi’s room, where Naomi was holding you captive. She had captured and tortured you for three days before your family figured out where you were. Her reasoning? You were a Nephilim, a monstrosity in her eyes. But your father, and two of your favorite uncles, had come and saved you.
Too bad they couldn’t erase your memory. It was hard enough holding back the remnants of Naomi’s torture during the day, but at night? You just couldn’t keep it in. So you just didn’t sleep. It was a price you had to pay to keep your peace, your sanity.
“Michael? Do you think there’s something wrong with (Y/N)? I feel like she hasn’t quite been herself since Naomi.” I looked at my older brother, hoping for some advice. Fatherhood was never going to be easy for me, and I was glad I had the support of my brothers.
“Torture does kind of do that to a person, Luci.” I rolled my eyes as Gabriel walked in, always the sarcastic one.
“I know that Gabriel. But I feel like there’s something else off about her.”
“I feel that there may be something else off about her as well Luce, but I cannot place my finger on it. I’m even newer to this than you are brother.” That was quite true. Michael had a daughter of his own as well, a nephilim, but she was only a year old, compared to my teenage daughter. That was the reason Michael and I were no longer at each others throats. He had originally opposed the birth of a nephilim, but we had grown close when he came to me asking for help when his human wife got pregnant. Never thought I’d be the one to give fatherly advice.
“Nephilim require sleep, do they not?” I glanced over at Raphael, only now realizing he was present.
“Not quite as much as humans, but yes, they do need some sleep.”
“Well than I believe that may be her problem. I heard (Y/N) talking to her hell hound earlier, venting about how much she needed to sleep. I believe I heard her mention something about nightmares.”
“Can I come in?” You closed your book, looking up as your father slowly opened the door.
“Yeah, what’s up dad?” He took a seat on the edge of your bed, looking at you with such sad eyes.
“How come you are not sleeping?” You looked down at your bedspread, picking at the edge.
“Every time I close my eyes, I’m back in Naomi’s room. If I have to keep living through it again in these nightmares, I’ll go insane. I figure sleep deprivation is a price worth my sanity.” You finished your statement with tears in your eyes, refusing to meet your fathers gaze.
“Oh sweetheart.” You felt a strong pair of arms wrap around you as you were pulled into your fathers chest, allowing the tears to fall as he held you. “You pay a great deal to dear for something that’s given freely. I will help you with this. There is no need to suffer for your sanity. Well get through this together (Y/N), as a family.”
"Really dad, Shakespeare?” You ask, starting to smile again, as your father scoffed.
“Half of Shakespeare’s plays were written by angels. Your Uncle Cas wrote that particular line.” You just sighed, shaking your head and chuckling.
“Of course he did. As long as Thaz didn’t write the Tempest. He’d never let me live it down if he knew that was my favorite and he wrote it.” You groaned at the look on your fathers face, you knew what that meant. You loved your uncle Balthazar to death but he definitely did not need a boost in the ego category.
“Hey dad? Can you tell me a story? About mom?” You looked up at him, watching the emotions play across his face. Your mother had died giving birth, and you of all people knew your father never got over it. But sometimes he would tell you stories, about how beautiful and brave she was, how much like her you were.
“Did I ever tell you about the day I took her to meet my brothers?” When you hook your head, he continued on. “Well as you do know, she had just as many piercings as you do, tongue, ears, lip, eyebrow, even some only I got to see.” He waggled his eyebrows much the way Gabriel did, after all he taught Gabe how to do that.
“Anyways, when I took her to meet your uncles, they were shocked to say the least. It was a couple minutes before they said anything. Here I was, standing with a beautiful human woman in a ripped tank top and jeans, with silver hair on half her scalp and none on the other half, covered in piercings. And than Gabriel finally finds his voice and says ‘Holy shit Lucifer! You’re dating a cyborg, she’s half metal!” Oh my grandfather.
“He did not!” You busted out laughing as your father continued his story, cracking a smile at the memory.
“He did. And than proceeded to ask me how I liked all of that metal on my wife. You know what she said? She said, and I quote, 'Oh Luci here loves my piercings, he was telling me as much all last night.’ By that point I was blushing beet red while your mother continued to talk to Gabriel, both of them letting so many innuendos fly that Raphael, the prude, actually left. Like just walked out. It was one of the funniest moments ever.” You and your father continued to sit there on your bed, as you felt your eyes slowly closing.
“Go to sleep honey, I’ll chase the nightmares away.”
