Bad Reputation

Title: Bad Reputation

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 636

Warnings: Fluff

A/N: I hope you enjoy the second fic of today (Satan Sunday)! This was requested by @mylittlesupertimewolf! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! Don’t forget you can request from the Christmas Drabble list! <3 As well as one shots or imagines

You jumped out of bed, still in your silk night dress.  You knew the Winchesters would be out of the bunker all day.  This was your chance to relax and let go.  You knew none of the angels would swing by.  You were safe inside the bunker, there was no need for anyone to pop in on you.  You grabbed your phone, putting your music on shuffle.  

You danced your way to the kitchen.  You pulled eggs out of the fridge, singing along to the music.  You sang as you made breakfast.  You plopped yourself up on the counter.  You knew you could get away with it because Dean wasn’t here.  You finished your breakfast in a hurry, setting all of your dishes in some water to soak.

As Bad Reputation by Joan Jett played on your phone you eyed the tables in the library.  Your grin was as wide as it could be as you dashed into the library.  You paused the song, pushing the tables together into one long stip.  Once you were done, you paired your phone to the Bluetooth speaker.  You cranked the music as loud as you could, getting on top of the tables.

You grabbed your pen from the end of the table, using it as your microphone.  You sang along with the song, rocking your hips from side to side.  You even used your pen as an air guitar as you sang.  “I don’t give a damn ‘bout my reputation!  I’ve never been afraid of any deviation,” you sang at the top of your lungs.

As the song was nearing its end, you had an idea.  You ran to the opposite end of the table.  You gave yourself a little bit of a running head start before you glided on your knees.  You slid down the length of the tables, the song ending as soon as you reached the end of the last table.  You let out a “whoo” before you opened your eyes.

Your eyes grew wide instantly when you saw Lucifer standing before you.  Your cheeks burned red with embarrassment.  No one was supposed to be visiting the bunker today, but here Lucifer was, standing before you.  Your mouth became dry.  You were unsure if you should move, or just stay there and act like this didn’t just happen.

“Oh don’t stop on my account [Y/N],” Lucifer smirked, raising his hands in the air.  “Is there a particular reason you aren’t afraid of deviation,” Lucifer asked, tapping a finger to his chin.  His blue eyes stared into yours.

“Uh, well.  No one was supposed to be here so I was just having a little fun,” you stammered, sitting on the edge of the table.  Your feet hanging over the edge.

Lucifer sauntered up to you, putting himself in between your legs.  “That was quite the performance [Y/N],” Lucifer spoke, his body towering over you.  His hands reached up to cradle your face.  “I’d like to see it again,” he whispered.

Your cheeks burned under his cold touch.  You avoided eye contact with the fallen archangel.  “I should just go get dressed,” you spoke nervously.

“No need to be embarrassed [Y/N],” Lucifer murmured.  “I liked what I saw.  You sure know how to play the air guitar.”

You scoffed, “just tell me why you’re here.”

“You,” Lucifer divulged.  “We can’t have you alone all day, so how about we get past this whole embarrassment thing.  Now come on,” Lucifer picked you up, setting you on the floor.  He snapped his fingers, making  the library tables temporarily into a small stage.  “Let’s do this the right way [Y/N].”

“Fine,” you smiled, “but I get first pick on the song.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way angel,” Lucifer smirked watching you climb onto the stage.

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