A/N: Supernatural one here. Suggested by a friend and I gave it a shot. Enjoy.
"5 signs your girlfriend is a succubus..."
Rachel read aloud to herself. Rachel has admitted to herself that this is silly. There's no way her girlfriend is actually a demon. The thought alone was absurd! But as Rachel continues to read the more things are starting to make sense.
"Number one, your friends and family hate her." Rachel continues to read.
In Rachel's opinion, her friends and family don't hate Santana, they're just...not fond of her. Rachel sits back, thinking back to her previous conversation with Kurt and Mercedes earlier this week. They'd met for lunch and had already met Santana a few months ago once things began to get serious with her.
"Rae, I love you but I can't keep lying anymore. Something isn't right with that girl." Mercedes says. Kurt gives her a pointed look that she waves off.
"You're my girl and I love you. I'm just trying to look out for you. I don't know what it is but she gives me the heebie jeebies." Mercedes shudders slightly.
"I don't understand. Where is -Kurt do you feel like this too?" Rachel asks, perplexed by Mercedes declaration. Turning to see her best friend's sheepish smile, Rachel sighs lightly.
"You both told me you liked her." She says and Kurt reaches across the table, taking Rachel's hand in his.
"We lied. Yes, we shouldn't have but you seem so happy with her and we didn't want to ruin that." He pats the back of her hand before letting go.
"So why are you telling me now?" She asks.
"To protect you. We realize we should've told you sooner but it is hard to get a moment with you without her around." Kurt explains.
"We're not trying to tell you what to do with your relationship, just our two cents. We both think...maybe she isn't right for you." Mercedes says softly with a sympathetic smile.
"Okay, maybe they do hate her." Rachel says to herself in the empty room. Rachel continues to read the article before her.
"Number two, Do you feel like she's watching you even when you're alone." Rachel doesn't have to ponder that one.
It constantly feels like Santana is watching her or in her head, almost like Rachel can hear her opinion guiding her decisions. Instinctively, Rachel turns in her chair to check the empty room. It's still only her there but it doesn't feel that way. Rachel spins her chair back to the computer screen and scrolls down the open webpage.
"Maybe that one was purely coincidental. Number three, You're having some of the best sex you've ever experienced but often feel drained afterwards, while your partner is completely re-engerized."
Rachel has no doubt that Santana has given her some of the most intense orgasms she's ever experienced. Granted, Rachel isn't the most sexually experienced she's sure those orgasms are the best she's ever been given. Often, Rachel does feel completely drained afterwards and not just like she needs some water. Once after having sex, Rachel was too weak to move and slept for 10 hours. When she finally woke up, she was the hungriest she'd ever been but luckily for her, Santana had virtually prepared an entire feast for her. As for Santana feeling re-energized...
"Fuck!" Santana moans out as she and Rachel orgasm. Rachel pants heavily as Santana moves from her spot on top of her. Rachel's world is spinning and she blinks a few times to try focus her vision.
"Wanna go again?" Santana husks in Rachel's ear before gently nipping at her earlobe.
"I...can...hardly breathe..." She says, breathless. Santana smirks and kisses her cheek.
"You're welcome." She then hops up from the bed and grabs her tank top from the floor of Rachel's bedroom. Rachel closes her eyes and listens to her pounding heartbeat while she tries to catch her breath.
"Am I dying?" She asks softly, hearing Santana chuckle before responding.
"Not yet, but what a way to go right?" Rachel peaks open one eye to see Santana putting on her panties then riffling through one of Rachel's drawers.
"What are you looking for?" She asks weakly.
"Shorts. I'm gonna shower then run or maybe go to the gym." Santana says with a light shrug.
"How...just how? I can barely move. No, I actually can't move." Santana looks over to her girlfriend who's in the exact same spot she was in when she got out of the bed.
"All this praise is doing wonders for my ego. Just sleep it off." Santana walks over to the bed and covers Rachel's naked body with the sheet.
"Thank you." Rachel says with a lazy smile. Santana smiles softly and pecks her lips.
"You're welcome. Now get some rest. I need you to have some energy for when I come back later." Rachel closes her eyes, unable to hold them open any longer.
Rachel can check that box and now she's starting to feel nervous, not fully convinced these are just coincidences. Rachel never truly believed things like this could happen or in the supernatural at all, but something about this just makes too much sense.
"Okay, number four. She's extremely confident and easily intimidates others." Rachel sighs.
Santana is very confident and oozes sex but people are only intimidated by her because of her short temper. Rachel is sure that is is only a coincidence. Scrolling down the screen, Rachel mentally prepares herself for what's next.
"Last one. Please don't fit into this one..." She whispers to herself before she continues to read.
"Number five, She's emotional." Rachel lets out a sigh of relief, almost laughing at herself for being so nervous.
Santana is anything but emotional. Rachel sometimes wonders if she feels any other than anger. Ironically though, Santana is very tuned in to Rachel's emotions. Sometimes knowing how she's feeling before she even tells her. As Rachel continues to read the text of the article, she realizes she can mentally check off that box too, seeing that the article truly meant she can feel her partners emotions. Rachel sighs as she leans back against her chair. Santana fit all the criteria but it's an internet article. Some man somewhere who hates women could've written this vaguely to insinuate that all women are just sex demons.
"Why are yo so nervous?" Rachel hears Santana softly whisper in her ear, causing her to almost fall out of her chair, screaming.
"Are you okay?" Santana says around her laugh, watching her girlfriend scramble to her feet and placing her hand on her chest as she stares at her wide eyed.
"What are you doing here?! You almost gave me a heart attack!"
"Wasn't the point of giving me a key, so I could come and go as I please?" Santana asks with a smirk. Rachel's breathing slowly begins to even out and her hand drops to her side.
"Gotta admit. You're cute when you're scared." Santana says, leaning against the desk where Rachel's laptop is sitting.
"Thank you?" Rachel says unsure.
"Yes, the key is for you to come and go but it would be nice if you announced yourself." She continues and Santana nods.
"I'm here." Santana chuckles at the eye roll she receives.
"I can make your eyes roll for a different reason." Santana husks with a bite of her bottom lip. Even though that turned Rachel on a bit, she isn't able to shake her nervousness from the article she read.
"Why are you still nervous? Are you hiding something? Someone? You know I don't care about monogamy you can tell me if you're fucking someone else." Santana says with a small shrug as she glances around the room. Rachel moves her hip slightly to hide her computer screen.
"I'm not hiding anyone Santana." Rachel responds and Santana nods as her eyes narrow.
"So, it's something? What's going on Rachel?" Santana questions suspiciously.
"It's nothing. I'm not nervous." Santana's lips thin out at Rachel's lie.
"Are you really going to lie to my face?" She says and Rachel sighs, not wanting to lie to her girlfriend she pushes the computer screen towards Santana. Santana quickly reads the title of the article and chuckles to hide her shock.
"That's what you were nervous about?" She asks and Rachel nods her head.
"It's silly, I know. I don't even know how I got to this." Santana nods her head.
"The internet does that. So, am I a succubus?" Santana asks playfully and Rachel giggles, moving to Santana and resting her body against hers, holding onto Santana's shoulders. Santana wraps her arms around Rachel's waist and pulls her close.
"You are." She says with a playful smile and Santana smirks.
"Damn, didn't think you'd figure it out so quickly." Santana sees fear flash across Rachel's eyes for a brief moment and her smirk falters.
"Are you okay?" Rachel asks with concern, having noticed Santana's mood shifting. Santana's eyes dart across Rachel's bedroom and she sighs softly to herself. As much as she wants to show Rachel who she really is, she's afraid she won't accept her though she wouldn't blame her. That's not everyday relationship issues.
"San?" Rachel cups Santana's cheek, drawing her eyes to her.
"What's wrong?" She asks tenderly.
Santana feels like a fool, she should have known that she could never really have this with Rachel. Santana was only tricking herself, Rachel would never love all of her. Sighing, Santana removes Rachel's hand from her face and moves away from her, deciding it's now or never. She'd wanted to tell Rachel for some time now and since she suspects...she might as well get it over with.
"Did I do something?" Rachel asks, feeling an odd sense of dread.
"I need to tell you something." Santana says nervously once she's on the other side of the room.
"Did you cheat on me?" Rachel asks and Santana shakes her head.
"No, I'd never do that. I don't care about monogamy but I know you do. Just let me talk." Rachel nods her head, falling silent as she waits for Santana to continue.
"Look...I don't know how to say this. Just know...I thought- no. You made me a better being. I've felt things with you I never knew was possible. I didn't even know I could love and definitely not this hard...I've been around a really long time and I've never met anyone like you." Santana pulls off her jacket as Rachel watches her curiously.
"You know the tattoo I have on my thigh?" Rachel nods.
"I told you it was an ancient Mayan symbol...it's not. It's my sigil so I can be summoned. I'm an actual succubus. Actually, the first in existence." Santana watches Rachel's features for any sign of fear but she finds none.
"Are you making fun of me? Very funny." She says with a soft smile as she begins to walk towards Santana.
"You're gonna wanna stay back." Santana says and Rachel stops.
"Why?" She asks.
Santana opens her arms, holding them slightly above her hips as large black wings unfurl from her back. Santana feels her horns exposing themselves, her tail sweeping the floor lightly and the points returning to her ears. Santana looks at Rachel through her red eyes and can see Rachel visibly trembling.
"Rachel, I won't hurt-" Santana is cut off by a bloodcurdling scream and watches as Rachel collapses to the floor.
"Fuck..." She whispers to herself before going to check on Rachel.
Rachel hasn't been able to eat, sleep or leave her house in the last week. Dumbfounded that this is real, that Santana is a real succubus. Rachel has been glued to her computer, researching anything she could get her hands on, not knowing what she should do next.
Rachel is angry at herself for falling for Santana's games and she's hurt because she does truly love her. Santana is unlike anyone she's ever met in her life and Rachel saw a future with her, she looked forward to a future with her.
Santana has been trying to get Rachel to talk to her but she won't respond and she won't see her. Santana popped up to check on her only to have Rachel throw crucifixes and a bible at her so she gave Rachel back her key and left. If Santana is being honest, that hurt more than anything Rachel said out of anger.
Soon, a month has passed and Santana is pretty sure it's time to go back to hell. Being a sex demon, that's where she gets her power to remain on earth but since her break up with Rachel, she hasn't had sex and can't bring herself to be with anyone else in that way. Since Santana is more resourceful than anything else, she's been able to maintain herself by watching other people engage in sexual activities, slowly draining them from a far since they're distracted. It isn't as good as the real thing but it's been enough.
Grabbing her coffee from the barista, Santana feels her sigil burning on her leg. Someone has summoned her. Rolling her eyes, Santana walks out of the coffee shop and sighs. It's probably some lonely virgin who is going to be very disappointed because Santana is not having sex with them. Santana walks behind the building, drinks the entirety of her scolding hot coffee before tossing it in a dumpster then closes her eyes as she goes to collect her offering. Opening her eyes, she sees
"Rachel?!" She feels her heart skip a beat as she looks at her ex girlfriend, surprised.
"Why does my offering have to be a bodily fluid? That is incredibly unsanitary." She asks as she crosses her legs, leaning forward slightly in her chair.
"Where the hell am I?" Santana asks after looking around and realizing she's not at Rachel's house. They're in a very small room with only a lamp and the chair Rachel is sat in.
"A storage unit." Rachel says plainly. Santana glances down and realizes Rachel is sitting in a circle of protection.
"You really think I'd hurt you? Why don't you trust me all of a sudden?" Santana can't hide the hurt in her voice, causing Rachel to frown slightly.
"I-I just...I want to be cautious. I want answers. Honest answers." She says and Santana sighs, crossing her arms defensively.
"Why should I even entertain you? Maybe I should just take your soul right now since that's what you expect of me." She says spitefully and Rachel sighs.
"Santana-"
"Don't. Ask your fucking questions so I can go." She says coldly with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"Okay -" Rachel stops when Santana raises her hand.
"Offering first. This is a business transaction." Rachel nods and steps outside of her circle to hand Santana a small mason jar with an even smaller amount of her blood inside.
"Why does everyone always choose blood?" Santana says more to herself as she takes the jar.
Once she's summoned and has accepted her offering, she normally will have sex with the summoner but it doesn't have to be sexual, as long as it's within the realm of Santana's power. Normally Santana asks for something in return but doesn't see herself doing that today.
"Okay, what do you want to know?" Santana asks as Rachel sits back in her chair.
"Did you ever plan to steal my soul?" Santana rolls her eyes.
"Yes. I targeted you because you were sexually repressed. I've had the most fun with people like you." Santana smirks as she watches Rachel.
"Why didn't you do it then?" Rachel asks.
"Because you forced me to date you. One of my powers is the ability to skip all of that by manipulating people's emotions but it never worked on you. It was so fucking annoying at first." Santana sighs before continuing.
"But then I got to know you and..." Santana shrugs.
"And?" Rachel presses on. Santana groans frustratedly.
"And I was just happy to spend time with you. You are the only human I've never wanted to get away from..." She says softly as she nervously rubs the back of her neck, her chin pointed to the ground in front of her.
"Did you really love me?" Rachel asks softly.
"I do love you." Santana answers confidently and Rachel tucks her head to hide her smile.
"How can I know that you're telling the truth?" She asks.
"Kinda bound by our agreement right now. You summon me, I do something for you, you do something for me." Rachel rolls her eyes.
"I know that Santana. I meant...if I let you back into my life. How can I trust that you won't hurt me?" Santana bites her lip as she tries to come up with any solution but then shakes her head when she comes up short.
"I don't know..." She says sighing sadly.
"I wish you did...I've been thinking and...I think I can accept this with time but...I know myself. I won't be able to fully trust you without...some kind of proof that you won't hurt me in some way, intentionally." Rachel pauses, silently playing with her fingers.
"I know that...isn't something you want to hear but you are a demon and it would be foolish of me to take you at face value, even though I want to. I'm sorry Santana but I can't." Shaking her head as she finishes talking, Rachel stares at wall next to her, not wanting to look at her ex.
Santana feels that weird sensation in her eyes she felt once before when Rachel left her. As much as she hates to admit it, Santana understands Rachel's point of view. She is a demon and they are known for their maliciousness, deception and lies among other things. Santana doesn't blame Rachel for being distrustful of her.
"Are we...are we done here?" Santana asks reluctantly. Rachel nods, keeping her head down.
"I...don't want anything from you." Santana says before disappearing.
"Lucy, I need a favor." Santana says. She's standing before Lucifer, an old friend and even older lover.
"Santana, my favorite demon. What can I do for you?" She asks in a smooth, smoky voice as she sits on her throne.
"I need you to make me human." Lucifer double takes at Santana as she approaches her feet.
"Did I hear that correctly? You want to be mortal?" She asks in disbelief. Santana looks into her hazel eyes, glancing at her blonde curls bounce slightly as she speaks.
"Yes."
"Why would you want that?" Lucifer asks curiously.
"I think I'm in love...No, wait. I am. I'm in love and I need to prove to her that it's real. You owe me." Lucifer lifts a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"If it weren't for me, this place would be shit. I'm the one who fought at your side during the rebellion. I've been with you since day one and never asked for anything. Just do this for me!" She says and Lucifer rolls her eyes.
"I normally get something out of this." She states matter of fact.
"How about the satisfaction of pissing off your father by breaking another one of his dumbass rules?" Santana says smirking, referencing the rule against Lucifer being able to do exactly what Santana is asking for. Lucifer stares at Santana for a long while before smirking.
"Fine, but you realize when you die you're coming back here and she probably isn't." Santana shrugs her shoulders.
"I'd rather spend the next 70 years on earth with her, building memories to keep me going while I'm down here."
"What if she still doesn't want to be with you?" Lucifer asks her friend, who shrugs in response.
"I don't really care. I still want to try. We could at least be friends." Lucifer grimaces before shaking her head.
"You've been around them too long. When did you get...emotions?" She asks with a disapproving look.
"I don't know but...they're not that bad. Thanks Lucy." Santana says with a smirk.
"Yeah, well...just because I'm the devil doesn't mean I'm all bad. I guess I'll see in you in a few decades." Lucy says, smiling at her old friend as she stands from her seat. Santana rolls her eyes, knowing she wants a hug so she quickly embraces the woman.
"Don't die soon." Lucifer says as they break apart.
"Don't plan on it. See you later Lucy Q." Santana says as she happily strides out of Lucifer's throne room.
Santana nervously stands outside of Rachel's door, having walked up to it and left three other times.
"Just knock on the door." She mumbles to herself, running a hand through her hair.
Santana takes a deep breath and finally raises her hand to knock on the door, when it opens. Rachel steps back surprised, not expecting anyone to be at her door and especially not Santana. They hadn't seen each other in a few weeks and Rachel thought that might have been the last time she saw her.
Over the few weeks they hadn't spoken, Rachel realized that she had been discrediting Santana, generalizing her...but she is a demon. While she didn't necessarily want to be with...something that wasn't human, had Santana never told her she wouldn't have know and their relationship was fine up to that point. Rachel now understands that the being she'd fallen in love with didn't change and if Santana wanted to hurt her, she would have done it. Santana has already proven that she wouldn't hurt and that she actually loves her over the course of their 8 month relationship. Rachel is stuck between a rock and a hard place but she can't help how she feels. With the recent discovery of all of this, Rachel doesn't love Santana any less.
"What are you doing here?" Rachel asks after having Santana awkwardly smile at her.
"I-uh...wanted to talk, if you have time. If not, I can go." Rachel nods.
"I was just headed to the grocery store but I suppose that can wait. Come in." Rachel steps to the side but Santana remains on the other side of the door.
"You're not afraid of me?" She asks sadly. Rachel sighs softly as she shakes her head.
"I know...that wasn't fair to you. I'm sorry I reacted that way...I just." Santana holds a hand up, stopping Rachel.
"I get it. I mean yeah, it hurt but whatever." Santana shrugs lightly. Rachel moves towards Santana and takes her hand.
"I'm sorry I hurt you it was just...a lot to process. I didn't feel like you'd hurt me but it's kind of hard not to fear the worse. " Rachel says with a sheepish smile as squeezes Santana's hand then lets it go.
"Please, come in." She says again, moving out of Santana's way. Santana hesitantly steps forward, watching Rachel's reaction since she isn't able to feel her emotions anymore. If Rachel is afraid, her features aren't showing it so Santana walks inside and Rachel closes the door behind her.
"I'll try to make this quick." Santana says, nervously shoving her hands into her pockets.
"Wait. I want to tell you something first." Santana furrows her eyebrows but nods.
"I can't say that this situation is...ideal...but I don't care. You're still the woman I love and I don't care what you are because I know who you are." Santana feels a smile tugging at her lips as Rachel stands in front of her.
"I love you, all of you and...I'm willing to attempt to adapt to your duties as a succubus." Santana laughs, void of any humor as Rachel looks at her curiously.
"Would've been nice to know before I made a deal with the devil." Rachel confusion only deepens and Santana rolls her eyes.
"I'm human. All human now. I wanted you to...I'd do anything for you and if that means being mortal..." She shrugs.
"I can't believe this..." Rachel says quietly in disbelief.
"You didn't have to do that for me. Take it back. Go...get your immortality back. I never..." She says softly with a shake of her head.
"You want me to be a demon?" Santana asks curiously.
"No, well...I'm not sure but I don't want you to feel like you can't be who you are, for me."
"Rachel, it's fine. I've been around a hell of a long time to have never experienced death." Santana casually says. Rachel takes a step back and gives Santana a stern look while crossing her arms.
"No. Get it back, now. You don't have to change for me!" Santana chuckles at Rachel's glare and shakes her head.
"I'm glad you love me for me but you're not the only reason I did it. I've been in Hell for so long...I want the chance to be a human. It's something new, I might like it. Never had to think about dying,= before and it's kind of...exciting." Santana says smirking.
"Point is, I'm human. We don't have to worry about that anymore so...let's just be us." Rachel bites the inside of her cheek, wanting to change Santana's mind but deciding Santana can make her own decisions. Sighing she lets her arms fall to her sides.
"If you're sure..." Santana playfully rolls her eyes, smiling as she grabs Rachel's wrist and gently tugs her forward.
"I'm sure." Rachel smiles softly as she places her hands on Santana's hips. A sly smirk forming on her lips, Santana grabs both of Rachel's hands then begins to walk backwards towards Rachel's bedroom.
"Do you remember the safe word?" She asks. Rachel bites her bottom lip with desire before answering.
"Yes, mistress." Santana shakes her head, smirk still in place.
"You're mistress. I hope you've been practicing your knots." Santana winks and Rachel giggles excitedly as both women enter the bedroom.