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It got harder and harder to keep track of Jack after he left Broadchurch. Then he just vanished. Part of him was terrified to go search and what he'd find. The mix of relief and parental heartache at knowing where Jack was probably wasn't good for his blood pressure. He asked Miller to drop him off. She sent him in with pineapple wedges, knowing it was Jack's favorite, with strict instructions to glower at him until he ate a few. 'He's too much like you sometimes. Toss of a coin if that's a compliment or an insult.'

He tried to smile and be reassuring but he was too anxious to see what state the other would be in.

Going through security, the process of signing in...he looked around and spotted plenty that Jack would have hated, because he'd hate it too.

Seeing Jack again...should he hug the lad? Was it allowed? Was it wanted? He was horrible at hugs? Why didn't he ask Miller to join him for this?

He wanted to embrace Jack, promise everything would be okay...but how could he? He had no idea what the fuck was going on. So he held out the container that had been thoroughly inspected. "Miller's ordered you to take a few bites."

"...I'm glad you're alive."

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Serves them some shots. Daddy issues were not to be touched with a ten foot pole while being an iota sober.

He downed the first one and gestured for his son to join him, "Come on. Let's trauma bond. What the fuck's going on?"

"I'm insulted, Jackal. You fall into misery and despair, and you don't think to pray to me for help? Who do you think I am that I would ignore my own child like that? My Father?"

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"A person is smart. Can even be clever. But people? People are stupid. And irritating. And the bane of my existence."

"How the hell do you deal with people?"

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"I'm insulted, Jackal. You fall into misery and despair, and you don't think to pray to me for help? Who do you think I am that I would ignore my own child like that? My Father?"

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Reblog this if you’re okay with people sending unexpected IC asks to your muse at any time! No meme prompts needed!

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[Hello! I am so very sorry it's been so damn long since I've been on here. I will try to get through what I owe, but I understand if it's been too long.

I'm not even sure who might still be active. But Alec and Lucifer will be at the forefront, but all muses are up for the taking if there's interest!]

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It'd been ambitious but he got swept up in Jack's faith in his plan. After it was laid out so eloquently, how could he doubt it? So when things went wrong, he was slightly shocked when Jack told them they should go. In retrospect, he should have seen it as a red flag. Jack was a soldier. A fighter. And a very sore loser. But at that moment, he believed it was because Jack's protectiveness told him he couldn't fully fight because Jay wasn't a fighter. He felt ashamed...and more so because of how quickly he agreed because of how scared he felt.

Back in the bookshop, he went into a panic as he tried to make sure they were safe. He sent a text to his dads to come back as soon as possible because there was trouble.

The music was some of his Papa's favorites and his too. They were calming. He must have been more panicked and on the fritz if Jack was trying to calm him down like this. But... it sounded nice. So he leaned into the hands holding his face before accepting Jack's hand and pulling him close for a dance, "I'm sorry...If I were stronger..."

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He had an idea. It was a stupid idea he knew would work. Because he would make it work. Since learning who and what he was, he's done his research. A lot more than what he's admitted to Jay. So he told Jay his idea...well, partially. And they tried to do it together, in a way that meant everyone was safe...that everyone won.

Together the Holy Son and the Damned Son, lovers against all odds, close the gates to Hell, once and for all. Let the world know peace.

But demons weren't going to go down without a fight. In the end, Jack told Jay they should flee. Try another plan another day. Except...he knew his plan would work. He just...needed to be who he was meant to be. The Devil's Heir.

The Jack that went back to Fell's bookshop with Jay was...a trick. A double. Still him. Still solid. But created by his magic. While the real him remained at the Hell's gate, still fighting.

Jack watched as Jay ran around the bookshop setting up it's protections, sure that demons had followed. Jack went up to the record player and let it play. It was something classical. He didn't know which song exactly, but it was a nice waltz. But that didn't matter.

Jack walked over to Jay and tried to get him to calm down. Funny. He's seen so many faces a final time...but he's never loved one like this one.

He cupped that face he loved and did his best not to fall apart. Goodbye was coming...but not just yet. So he took a step back and extended his hand in invitation, "Dance with me...?"

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"'God made humans in his image'. So what were we? For so very long that phrase confused and upset me. The amount of attention humans were given...whole damn universe but they were the priority?"

"...it all changed with the humans. That stupid Plan," He spat out the word, "was all anyone cared about."

"At some point...I couldn't help but wonder if...God gave them all the love God was capable of. And I mean that literally. What if love wasn't something God could handle? All of it was put into beings that could hold it without being able to do...Floods and Plagues."

"Well...until they could."

"Humans always blame me for all the bad things. But...what if all the bad things just stem from the love their God didn't want to feel anymore and burdened them with it?"

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Kilgrave looked around the room of dropped bodies. He smiled gleefully at the extent of violence done to them. There was a feeling inside of him that was so strange and so foreign. None of this was his orders. Jack...wanted him. Wanted to be wanted by him.

"Oh...oh my darling boy! The way we are going to sin...will set ablaze the Vatican from here. Come here."

“I’ll let you drag me to hell if it means you’ll hold my hand. I'll let taint my soul so long as it means you're staring into its remains. I'll let you ruin me...if it means you'll have me. I want to be wanted. I want to be finally be chosen. And what I'm willing to do for it to be by you...would scare any holy man."

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"We don't have to talk. I'm not good at it anyway. Always put my foot in my mouth a lot of the time in some way..."

He wanted to help Campbell. Be helpful in some way! He knows that he latches on to people sometimes too quickly, but he feels so empty and is desperate for some sort of connection. And with Campbell, it's different than with Sandor and even with Tilly. He couldn't explain it, wanted more of it. Maybe to understand it, but he just wanted to be allowed in Campbell's life.

So when he saw an opening, even if it was imagined, he begged for it, "What? Anything you need, Campbell...please ask. I'll do it. I promise I will."

Human. He didn't feel human, he felt contagious. Cam wished Joe wouldn't touch the glass, felt his anxiety skyrocket as he feared his friend would get hurt because of him. Because he couldn't control himself, because he was an idiot.

"I dun wanna talk," he whispered, carelessly brushing the last of the glass into his hand and stomping towards the bin as if he could regain his anger by pretending it hadn't faded. "Fuck knows enough therapists gets rich off my bullshit. No way I'm lettin' ye dae rotten work like that fer free."

He could see past his own fear, though. Joe's intentions were clearly very kind. Not that Campbell deserved that, but he should acknowledge it. "Thanks, though. I could-" He bit down on his tongue before he could finish asking for a favour. (How dare he. He already demanded so much.)

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It's already got 10 chapters, at least 20k words, and currently working on chapter 11

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During the holiday months when things are just insane, when I finally get time to work on drafts, I do tend to use the queue. I've seen a few others mention it, thought I'd do so as well. Also like some others this month in particular I cannot promise tons of activity. I want to, I really do, and who knows I might. My sleeping schedule's shit while I'm also actively trying to job hunt. I....cannot promise a concrete schedule but I'm somewhat here and I love you guys and miss you guys.

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I. Favourite Colours: blues, greens, black, grey

II. Favourite Flavours: grape, tamarind, orange

III. Favourite Genres: Paranormal, Mythology, fantasy, mystery thrillers

IV. Favourite Music: depends on the mood or which muse is at the forefront of my mind. But Rock would be my main. Lately I've been in a huge musical binge tho

V. Favourite Movies: Pans Labyrinth, The Lion King.

VI. Favourite Series: Good Omens, Downton Abbey, Call the Midwife, Leverage, The Librarians, Spy x Family, Food Wars, Helluva Boss, and just anything and everything with David Tennant and Michael Sheen.

VII. Last Song: Mary on a Cross

VIII. Last Series: Loki

IX. Last Movie: The Queen

X. Currently Reading: The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

XI. Currently Watching: The Crown

XII.Currently Working On: My fanfic where Crowley becomes a rent-a-demon to have a place to live after the end of season 2 and Supreme Archangel Aziraphale becomes his client and while his actions to be Crowley's only client lead the rest of Soho to think Aziraphale's a Don/Mob Boss whose recently been promoted. That and replies here.

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IT’S  SINDAY   ! 

ask  my  muse  nsfw  questions  and  make  them  squirm.

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"Astral. It's when your soul leaves your body but your mind is awake and aware. Or something similar to that. Known in psychic circles."

Lucifer chuckled, "Not with how I party."

"I suppose you are. You have interested me, so I do hope you're a fun guy." Downing the rest of his drink and signaling for another, Lucifer smiled, "I left a Hellish kingdom of responsibilities for the delights of this waking world. I've seen plenty...and here to seeing more soon with new friends."

"What projection?" Elliot raised an eyebrow at the idea. He knew that magic existed, heck it was a daily occurrence for him, but he didn't quite get the idea that any of it could be his own. As far as he was concerned, he was cursed and had no control over the magic so it only worked when he was given a direct order.

He let himself smile slightly at the admissions of Lucifer's dreams. "I can't say that the idea of dreaming of sex or concerts all the time seems particularly restful." Elliot noted quietly as he shoved his hands into his pocket and tilted his head back as though trying to get a knot out of his neck.

Green eyes met the other man's at the comment, raising a brow with slight concern. "I tend to catch the interest of a lot of people. What can I say? I'm a fun guy." He grinned. Life was so much easier, when cursed with obedience, to play the role of the eager entertainer. "My dreams are just dreams, pretty dull in a way. There's plenty more fun to be had in the real world. Wouldn't you agree?"

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Later he's sure he'll hear about some bizarre accidental pipe mistake from a nearby vineyard, but for the moment...he allowed his powers to be witnessed by someone. He felt lighter than he has in years. Being good and being honest has been drilled into him and once he knew who and what he was, he felt an added pressure. So hiding, being a liar by omission...it nagged and nagged on him.

"I think we might. And I should probably change it back to water soon...an actual wine fountain exposed to be found by already drunken wedding guests only speaks of potential chaos in the making..."

"Thanks, by the way. For entertaining my madness and keeping me company. Getting stood up at a place where a wedding is going on is such a crappy feeling."

"Och, no more mad 'an me." Campbell grinned and shrugged, finished the last of his wine.

(He'd never much liked wine, but he'd passed this place on the way home and there had been a sort of wedding reception on the upper floor. It had been big enough that no one had suspected him as he took a glass of red wine back downstairs. Thefth? Nahh. Someone else would've drank it otherwise. He'd done them a favour. Maybe now they wouldn't have as much headache in the morning.)

He honestly didn't expect much from.. whatever the other was doing, but then the water in the fountain unmistakably changed. "Well-!" Campbell shot him a beaming grin. "We're gonna haftae try et, won't we?"