Follow me through the forest. Follow me through the night. Ignore the sticks hurting your pretty feet. Ignore the sinking feeling in your gut as you surrender to the night. You are wild and free at last. So many days spent inside when you should've been here with me. You don't have to be such a tightwad all the time. You're so strict it bothers me. You don't have to be what they want you to be. You deserve more than them. You deserve me. I don't care what you say, you're mine. I want to show you what you're capable of. I want to see your passion bleed out violently. I want you covered in blood that isn't yours, more monster than human. I want your teeth sharpened and filed like fangs. A creature of the night who devours me. Who completes me. You aren't weak. You were never weak. Lose control and become who you are. Tonight's the night. Step through the threshold darling.
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I completely forgot to send this to you untill I saw the last post! There was a car I saw driving around with the back looking like it had a giant bite taken out of it, and it got me thinking about someone owning something like a junk/scrap yard, and finding out somebody's been munching on their stuff. They eventually meet and befriend (and maybe more 😜) this monster and giving them a safe home!
A/N: This was written by @deals-with-demons(now @evilskank-inthemegacoven) and @megansescape for Buddy Challenge: Mix and Match. The prompts we chose was Siren, Old Photograph and “They ate my tailor!”. This is part one. The two prompts we used are bolded and the last one will be in part two. Please enjoy and all feedback is greatly appreciated. Tags are below the cut, tags are from @mrswhozeewhatsis list.
Summary: When on the run from the family that ruined your life, you make an unexpected ally. You both seek revenge for the wrongs that you have suffered and maybe together, you can help each other heal.
Warnings: Angst, Mentions of Death, Swearing.
Siren!Reader x Lucifer (eventually)
Words: 1191
Beta’d By: @megansescape
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Rushing through your motel room, you collected your things, throwing them haphazardly into your duffel. You didn’t have much time, they would be here soon and you knew you wouldn't be able to fight them off. These weren’t just your regular, run of the mill hunters, these were Winchesters and few had managed to come away from a fight with a Winchester.
The first time you were lucky, Henry Winchester was a man of letters, not a hunter. He had been able to destroy your family but you had managed to get away. His grandkids were legendary, you had been stupid to think you could take them on but you had to try. For Y/H/N sake. For everything that you had lost.
It was rare for sirens to fall in love and when you had told Henry you honestly loved your husband and kids he had refused to believe it; like every other hunter or men of letters did when they found out.
Your family had meant everything to you; and you planned to avenge them. But now was not the time. No, this was one time that you needed to run; you wasn’t ready to face them yet.
Looking around the room one last time, you made sure you had everything before grabbing your bag. Just as you were zipping it up, you heard a familiar engine roar outside. They had found you. Making your way to the bathroom with your bag, you quickly closed the door and locked it. Darting for the bathroom window, you opened it slightly, checking to see if it was clear or not.
Once you were convinced it was safe you tossed your bag out then followed. As soon as you were out you grabbed your bag and ran. Luckily for you, you had parked your car a block from the hotel you were at.
You had taken a moment to look back and in that moment you bumped right into someone.
“Going somewhere, sweetheart?” You spun around to see a strange man behind, you could tell he was a hunter, the confidence was practically rolling off him. He was staring at you with hardened, emerald eyes. “You know...I know what you are.” He pointed to the window beside you, which showed your true siren form. “Funny enough we weren’t here for you. We’re looking for someone else. But I’ll take what I can get.”
He made a run for you, you turned and ran just in time to see another, taller hunter come running round the corner of the motel. With no other choice you took to the woods.
You leaned against a tree; you could feel yourself panicking. You weren’t ready to face the boys, not yet. And what had he said; he wasn’t there for you. “Looks like you’re on the run.”
You turned to see a man smiling. “Who are you?”
His smile grew wider. “Lucifer.” Panic turned into confusion.
“As in the Devil?”
He stretched out his arms and gave a small bow. “In the flesh… more or less.”
“Right… wait, you’re the one those hunters are after.”
“Guilty, maybe we can help each other.” The next moment you weren’t in the forest any more.
Looking around you realised that you were in a dark, dusty place. It took your eyes a couple of seconds to adjust to the new level of light, though your supernatural eyesight kicked in and allowed you to see much clearer in the dark. Suddenly the entire room lit up, burning your eyes. “Son of a bitch.” You roared as you dropped your bag, both hands coming up to cover your eyes.
“Woah, sorry about that there. Didn’t mean to make it so bright.” He spoke sheepishly. He dimmed the lights enough for you to be able to open your eyes, at least without causing any additional pain. “Lemme see.” He pulled your face up to his, opening your damaged eyes to get a better look at them.
He placed his fingers against your forehead and you felt warmth wrap around your body, soothing the pain in your eyes, along with the headache you had received from it. “What was that?” You asked, blinking rapidly.
“My grace. Just healed you up a bit.” Lucifer smirked down at you.
“I didn’t ask you to.”
He shrugged. “Maybe I’m feeling generous today.”
“Alright, you said we could help each other. How?”
He smirked. “We both want the Winchesters out of the picture.”
Your lips tightened. “And how do you know that?”
“I seen the way you looked at them, you were frightened but angry.”
“I want them destroyed. I want them to suffer. How can you help me with that?” You looked him dead in the eyes. “Do I have to make some deal with you? Pledge myself to you?”
Lucifer grinned at you. “Only if you want to.” He winked. “No I want the Winchesters gone just as much as you…”
“I doubt it.” You snapped fiercely.
“Now, now don’t be rude.” He wagged his finger in your face. “I want your help, but it is gonna take a little time to get all the things together.”
“You’re the Devil. Shouldn’t you be able to just snap your fingers and end them?” You thought he was an all-powerful being, how could he not deal with two measly hunters?
“My father, God, he gave them protection. I can not harm them in any way.” Lucifer explained, moving away from you to walk to one of the many bookcases lining the walls. “But there is a spell. A spell that can destroy them, make them suffer their worst fears over and over again.”
You scoffed. “So why don’t you find some lackey to do it then? Why keep them around any longer?”
“It needs to be cast by someone who feels pure hatred for them. Unfortunately while many demons hate them, it’s not pure. You though...Damn I can feel the hatred rolling off of you.” He threw you a book, you reached out to grab it as it flew through the air.
“What’s this?” You asked, opening up the old book, taking care of it’s delicate pages. When you didn’t hear an answer you looked to him, seeing a cocky grin on his face.
“The Winchesters future.”
You sat down as you continued to look through the book; your foot knocking over your bag in the process.
Lucifer leaned down, picking up the old photograph that had fallen out. “Is this why you hate the Winchesters?”
You looked up to see what he was talking about; once you seen what he had you rushed over and took it from him. “Yeah.” You sighed as you picked up your bag and put the picture back in it’s pocket.
He put his finger to his lips. “Touchy subject? Who knew a monster could care so much.”
You rolled your eyes. “The way I see it is I’m just a different race. Anyone… even an angel can care or love even hate.”
“You may be right there.” He smiled at you. “But you may also be wrong.”
