My Angels

Request for Renee625

A/N: Three of my four favorite angels.

"Can u write one where Lucifer, Castiel, and Balthazar try to get the reader to love them?"

You were seated on the couch, reading a book. You could hear Castiel rustling around in the kitchen that was adjacent to the living room, but you paid it no mind. He, Lucifer, and Balthazar had been popping in and out of your apartment lately, claiming they needed to check on you. You figured they were just bored and knew you would pay attention to them.

Your mind was pulled from the fantasy world of Red-Headed Stepchild when the delicious aroma of spice cake wafted through the air. Before you had the chance to get off the couch to investigate, a plateful of cupcakes, complete with decorative dollops of frosting, was suddenly present in front of you.

Your gaze wandered up the arm holding the plate to find Castiel standing beside you, a light blush on his cheeks. You smiled and plucked a cupcake from the plate, bringing it to your lips. He watched you with bated breath as you took a bite.

Your eyes popped open in amazement. It was the most delicious cupcake you'd ever had! You looked up at the angel with a smile on your lips. "How'd you get so good at baking?"

His blush deepened. "I, uh… I didn't. The first batch… exploded… So I used my grace to make better ones."

You rose from the couch and stood in front of him. You stood on your toes and leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Taking another bite, you asked, "How did you know spice cake was my favorite?"

"You told me once," he replied. "I remembered."

You thanked him for the treat and grabbed your book, sauntering away to your room.

When you were gone, Lucifer and Balthazar popped in.

Castiel turned to smirk at them. "I think I am going to win."

"You?" Balthazar returned. "Little brother, you don't know the first thing about human ladies."

"I know she likes cupcakes," Cas countered, holding up the plate for emphasis.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Just wait, Cassy. I'll be the one winning her heart."

The next day, you came home from work. You were exhausted from working a nine-hour shift and all you wanted to do was relax. Your feet were screaming for a warm soak with Epsom salts, but you were just too tired to do anything about it. So you trudged to your room and collapsed on your bed.

Within minutes, Lucifer appeared at the end of your bed. He greeted you with a soft smile as he sat down by your feet. You grunted in response, unable to form a proper reply. His gaze traveled down your body, taking in your heavy breathing and lack of movement and the way your eyes kept drooping as though all you wanted to do was sleep.

"You look exhausted," he commented as he took one of your feet and placed it on his lap. He gently pried your shoe off, your sock following after.

"Hmm," was all you could manage as he took your foot in both hands and began rubbing your toes. His thumbs pressed into the sore soles of your feet, effectively working against the tight muscles to relieve the tension that had built up. His fingers held the tops of your foot, gently rubbing while his thumbs moved to the ball of your foot.

"Long day?" he guessed, his smile widening at the look of peaceful contentment on your face.

You nodded. "Felt like forever."

"Wanna talk about it?" he inquired, knowing that you often vented to him when you had a stressful day.

You breathed out a sigh. "There was just so much to do. It was like everyone forgot how to do their job so I had to do practically everything, and I was on my feet nonstop for nine hours, not including my lunch break. I'm just so tired."

He leaned down to kiss the top of your foot as he set it down on the bed. He then shifted so that he could take your unattended foot into his lap, removing your shoe and sock as he had done before. You hummed in approval as he worked his magic on your other foot, rubbing your sole and toes and working away the stress of the day.

"You work too hard," he mused. "You do the job of a dozen and you're only one woman."

"Not my fault no one else can do their job," you replied with a sigh.

When Luce was done, your feet felt brand new. You almost forgot that you'd worked a nine hour shift and had come home in a bad mood.

The angel crawled up your bed and lied beside you, opening his arms. You crawled into them happily. A snuggle was always what you needed after a long day. Lucifer dragged one hand through your hair, twirling it around his fingers, and within minutes, you were asleep.

The next night, you decided to make dinner. You knew angels didn't have to eat, but they always ate when you cooked because they loved your food.

Tonight, you were making lasagna. Everything was put together in a pan and shoved into the oven, and while you waited on the timer, you heated up some corn and green beans on the stove as side dishes.

The timer beeped loudly and you reached across the stove to turn it off. You then opened the oven door, pot holders in hand, and reached in to grab the lasagna pan. The door tried closing on your arm and you let out a yelp as the hot glass touched your skin. You quickly retracted your hand, forgetting about the pan, and cradled your injured arm.

Balthazar appeared in a second. "What's wrong, darling?"

"Nothing," you replied, trying to play tough.

He reached out and grasped your arm, holding it up to inspect it. "Darling, you're hurt."

"It was the oven," you sighed.

He dipped his head and pressed a tender kiss to the burn. He placed his other hand over it, using his grace to cool the wound. You smiled at him as the pain subsided and the burn began to heal.

"Thanks, Bal," you smiled.

"Anything for you," he replied. He snapped his fingers and the pan of lasagna was now on the stove rather than in the oven.

"Smells delicious," he commented, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Thank you," you replied, leaning against him. "I hope you like it. It was my mom's recipe."

He kissed your cheek as the other two appeared in the kitchen and helped you set the table.

"Darling, we need to talk," Balthazar said one afternoon as you were lounging on the couch.

"What about?" you inquired.

Cas and Luce appeared as well.

"We need to know how you feel about us," Cas said, sitting on the floor by the couch.

"How do you mean?" you asked.

"We love you, (y/n)," Lucifer explained. "And we need to know if you love us."

"Of course I love you guys," you replied. "Why would you ask that?"

"Which one of us?" Bal specified. "Who would you choose?"

"Oh…" you murmured in realization. They'd been competing for your affections, and now they wanted you to choose.

"Why do I have to do choose?" you asked. "Can't I just love all of you?"

Lucifer sat on the couch beside you and took your face in his hands. "We're in love with you." And with that, he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. While you were distracted, Castiel sat behind you, pulling you back against his chest. Lucifer rested your legs over his lap, and Balthazar crawled over you to lie on your chest.

Lucifer pulled away and Castiel rested a hand on your cheek. He turned your head to look at him and leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. Luce's hand rubbed your thigh while Balth's hands rested on your sides.

You broke the kiss for air and your head was turned again, this time to face Balthazar. He tangled a hand in your hair and kissed you passionately, earning a sigh from your throat.

"Now how can I possibly choose between the three of you?" you asked, causing the three of them to chuckle. You relaxed against them, using Cas as a pillow with Lucifer massaging your legs and Balthazar rubbing your sides.