Thank You. (Lucifer x Zarya one-shot)
Zarya immediately regret going after the nest of vamps herself. It was only supposed to be four tops she had insisted. She could have handled four vamps by herself! What she could not handle was fourteen vamps still alive after the six she already managed to kill. When they just wouldn’t stop coming out of their hidey holes Zarya ran for her life with her machete in hand. Her boots pounded across the forest floor, desperately trying not to stop or slow until she reached her car. She could hear them right on her tail. Good God why hadn’t she just listened to Sam and Dean? She was out of options and she knew it. Her lungs were growing heavy, legs becoming numb. It was only a matter of time before her knees gave in and she was vamp chow. Swallowing every bit of pride she had in an effort of choosing to live, she called out the one person’s name who could save her right then.
“Lucifer!”
The archangel’s name rang and echoed off every tree, leaf, and molecule of air in a solid mile radius. Zarya’s eyes went wide as saucers when her foot caught a thick root in the ground. Feeling it happen in slow motion, she fell forward with the sounds of the angry and hungry vampires barely inches away. One only missed grabbing her hair because she was falling forward. Before she even hit the ground there was a sudden explosion behind her. Then she didn't even hit the dirt. Instead, Zarya crash landed into someone’s arms, no longer falling towards the ground. Her machete clattered onto a wooden floor.
“I will never understand why you insist on putting yourself in such situations, Rya.”
She merely shook her head up at the archangel and his nefarious smirk. “It was only supposed to be four vamps. How was I supposed to know that was only a fifth of the damn family? You know you can let me go now, right?”
He chuckled lightly, watching the determination but playfulness dance about in her greener than blue eyes. “How am I supposed to know you’re not going to run off and nearly get killed again?”
She shrugged nonchalantly. “Even if I did, you’d still be there. Hunting is what I do.” She felt his grip around her loosen, so that time it was Zarya who wasn’t letting go.
“Yes, you go on bingers trying to slay hoards of disgusting monsters while your darling Winchesters seek every way possible to get rid of me. Sometimes I wonder if you hunt to avoid them so you don’t have to help get rid of me.”
Zarya scoffed and rolled her eyes before finally stepping away. “Yeah? What makes you think that?” She wandered about a couple of old book cases, running a finger along the spine of each book. She could feel his eyes follow her.
“You’ll go on certain cases with them - the easy ones; werewolves, witches, vampires. The ones with no clear ulterior motive. But when Sam and Dean get really focused on another attempt to lock me back up or maybe even kill me, you turn the other way. You go hunting as far away from their plots as possible. And so far, more often than not, you wind up in situations that cause you to call for me. Not Castiel, hell, not even Gabriel. Me.”
She had made her way to the small nook in the bow window where she sat with one lanky leg hanging down and the other bent on the bench with her. The sunlight through the window shimmered each individual indigo hair hiding amongst the dark onyx ones. “I guess I just trust you most when I need to admit I fucked up and need help. You keep coming back for me over and over, so maybe that ego of yours likes playing hero for a damsel in distress.” That time, she smirked.
He shrugged and leaned against the wall beside her with his arms crossed. “Just one. And she’s pretty good at being in distress. Constantly.”
“Come on, why do you have to do things like that?”
The smirk played at his lips. “Like what, Rya?”
“Like that. You loathe humanity because your dad turned his back on you like a dick. I even hunt with the Winchesters! What’s so special about me?”
“Well to start, you’re barely human.”
“Alright, that’s unnecessary!” She pointed a finger up at him.
He chuckled. “I don’t lie to you, Rya. You’ve always… intrigued me, I suppose. And besides, even though you try to be a little Winchester, where do you still end up? Right here, with me. I can almost guarantee they’ve tried getting information on me from you and that you haven’t said a damn thing. What I want to know is why you continuously return and defend me.”
Zarya’s eyes had turned out the window while he spoke. She was quiet for a moment after, finding the answer herself. For the first time she heard herself say it out loud. “Because somebody has to.” Her voice started off small and quiet. “You’re… you’re a real piece of work, honestly.” Slowly, her tone became more confident and a smile blossomed. “You’re an arrogant prick, and sometimes I just wanna punch you in the mouth over and over again, but you are always there when I need you. Even when I don’t think I do. Though I can’t say I approve of or agree with most of your reasons and methods, I am able to see the rationing about it. I think that’s what Sam and Dean hate most honestly.” She laughed a little.
He hadn’t taken his eyes off of her from the moment she started speaking. The sun had been setting slowly over Detroit and highlighted the indigo hue to her raven hair. It danced off of the blue in her eyes which brightened the emerald. There was fresh blood splatter dried across her cheeks, under her nails, visible on even her black t-shirt, and adding to the collection on her combat boots. He watched as she stood slowly, and walked up to him so they were basically toe to toe. She had to crane her neck slightly to look up at him being nearly half a foot shorter.
“Thank you,” her soft voice spoke with the warmest smile. She could see the confusion clear in his eyes.
“For… what?”
Suddenly her arms were wrapped around his abdomen with her face pressed into his chest. “Always being here,” she told him softly. “I know how selfish of me it is when I always go back to Sam and Dean, but I just can’t let go of you. So… thank you.”
Of course he reciprocated and held her closely to him. His eyes remained over her hair and out the window as night covered over Detroit. “You’ll always come back to me. That’s the only reason I continue to let you go.”
“I promise I won’t stop coming back.”
“I know.”
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Notes: So I’ve been writing a few one-shots on the side when I’m a bit blocked on my actual plots (season 5 of TVD is literally killing me inside). They don’t have anything actually important to do with the real stories themselves, but sometimes might include foreshadowing because I’m mildly cruel. -shrug- I haven’t posted any anywhere yet so I thought I might post my first here.
xoxo Kuraki-chan
