Requested by: luciferstempest I hope you like it!~~~

Nick had been living what he liked to call a happy, average joe life when it happened.

One day he came home from work, expecting to find his wife and infant son waiting for him, but instead he found blood splattered across their lounge rug.

Immediately dialling 911, he let the phone fall to the floor as a terrible thought crossed his mind. Running upstairs, Nick choked painfully at the sight of the bloody crib, his wife lay dead beside it.

One look in the crib and he sunk to the ground with a howl of grief, pulling his wife's limp body close. He cried into her hair, unable to get a grip on what was happening.

Everything faded to black as the sirens approached.

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Nick woke up in a cold sweat, the sheets tangled around his body as he tried to stop the trembles running through his body. His head was pounding, there was a high-pitched noise that made him want to curl up in a ball and cover his ears.

Then the night was silent again, and Nick made it to the bathroom before emptying his stomach.

"I need to stop drinking so much," his hoarse voice sounding harshly loud compared to the all too silent house as he rubbed his sore temples, staring at his pale reflection in the mirror.

He refused to look at the empty room on the way back to his bedroom.

Flopping back onto his bed, Nick let the blissful darkness of sleep pull him down into unconsciousness, only to wake back up in his bedroom.

Then he said something dumb along the lines of, "huh?" Before noticing the attractive, slightly glowing man sitting on the edge of the bed.

"What the hell!? Who are you?" Nick groped about wildly for a weapon on his bedside.

The man simply smirks at Nick before disappearing in a puff of smoke.

Then Nick woke up staring at his bedroom ceiling with the man's face was stuck in his mind, shaking it off as a weird dream he got up and went about his grey life.

The next few nights were the same, Nick would dream of the man sitting in his room, always silent, always there. Honestly, Nick was getting annoyed at the constant recurring dream but no matter what, the man always appeared in his dreams.

So one day, Nick stopped drinking. For the first time since his family was taken from him, Nick went to bed without drowning his sorrows in an attempt to search for relief at the bottom of an empty bottle.

Nick was disappointed to find himself in the same dream again, but this time the man turned to face him and smiled peacefully.

"Okay, who the hell are you?"

The man moved over to the window, leaning against the frame and look out it. Nick shivered, only now noticing how cold the room was.

"Sorry if it's a bit chilly. Most people think I burn hot. It's actually quite the opposite."

Nick opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to think of a response to this odd statement, barely acknowledging that this was in fact the first time his dream stranger had spoken.

"Nick, its Nick right?"

"Uh, yeah... who are you?"

The man bowed dramatically, "Lucifer, you may have heard of me?"

Nick laughs humourlessly, "right, I really should of stopped drinking long ago if this is how damaged my brain was going to get."

"Oh I assure you, I'm quite real."

Nick frowned as 'lucifer' walked over to where he sat and lay a palm on Nick's cheek. Nick sucks in a breath as his heart skips a beat. It certainly felt real.

"I've been watching you Nick, the pain you've suffered, the heartache... it was truly the first time I have ever felt sympathy for a human, the first time I've wanted to help them," Lucifer's voice was so low, it sent shivers down Nick's spine.

"Great sympathy from the literal devil, who I'm not even sure really exists."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, "come onnnn, you're talking to me, aren't you? And you're still a disbeliever?"

"Well, lets say you are real, what the hell do you want with me?"

"Honestly? I don't know why, but you are the most fascinating soul I have ever seen."

"Right..." Nick racked his mind for any further comments but found none.
Suddenly Lucifer was leaning right in Nick's face, his nose millimetres from Nick's. "Uh..."

"I can't explain it, but all I want to do is help you with the pain, I want to fix you."

"Ah," Nick seemed beyond comprehendible words.

Lucifer's cool breath fans out across his lips, and for the first time since the break in, Nick felt warmth spread throughout his chest.

"I've watched you live a pained, grey life for three years now, my brother's would laugh is they saw me so fixated on a single human... One I don't want to kill either at that."

Then Lucifer pressed his lips carefully against Nick's, and Nick would be lying if he didn't feel the fire in his chest and the sparks behind their lips.

"I can feel your pulse racing," Lucifer murmurs against Nick's lips. "Should I take that as a good sign?"

"I'm kissing the damn devil, I should be scared."

"But you're not, and don't try lying to me, I can feel your pulse," Lucifer murmured against his lips. "I noticed you didn't drink tonight, maybe I'm already fixing you."

Nick scoffed, but nuzzles in closer to Lucifer anyway. He felt a strange pull to the supposed fallen angel, "just cause I thought I was going crazy seeing you in my dreams every night."

Lucifer simply chuckles, placing a hand over Nick's warm chest and kissing him again.

"I see, but I'm pretty sure that still counts as being unlike myself and helping you."

Nick shakes his head before kissing Lucifer back, he was sure that nothing would be normal again now the devil was interested in him.

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~~A/N~~
Eek I've never tried writing out my usual ships/style before but I had a lot of fun doing this! So thanks again for the request ♡ I hope it turned out alright ♡