Spooky Spectres
MC(s): Quinn Logan + Fiona Lightwood
quinn logan belongs to the amazing @thosehallowedhalls
Series: Laws of Attraction
WC: 800+
Summary: October brings spooky surprises. However, they usually amount to nothing more than adorable kids dressed to scare. Alas, this is a little more than a costume.
Something strange was going on.
A month ago, Quinn couldn’t find her coffee machine. It wasn’t in its regular spot on top of the Chardonnay-yellow tiled countertop beside a basket of fruits. Neither had it been anywhere else in the house –there weren’t many places the sleek black machine could hide in her home without sticking out like a sore thumb.
That is until she found it neatly tucked away in her storage closet, clean as the day she’d first bought it. For her coffee machine to end up there when it was arguably the most used piece of equipment in her house was weird. Even weirder was her complete lack of ability to recall why it’d been there at all.
Chalking it up to stress (being a lawyer in New York could do that to a person), Quinn made herself a mug of coffee, tucked the incident away from mind, and continued on her day.
Just a week later, she came home after an exhausting day at work. It was a mystery how she’d gotten from the office to her apartment and there was nothing more she wanted than to collapse on her bed and finally sleep.
Until she actually got to her bedroom, that is.
Instead of soft lilac bedsheets and potted plants decorating the corners, Quinn was treated to a bedroom of rich greens and deep blacks. Where her queen sized bed should’ve been was a tall, four-poster monster with covers draping from each column dominated the space. There was a dark oak wood vanity sporting makeup brands she didn’t use and old physics papers scattered across a lone table.
Under any other circumstance, Quinn would’ve lept into action trying to find some clue of what the hell had happened to her potted plants and the rough texture of her walls. But right now, as she stood in the doorway, her eyes struggled to stay open and every couple of seconds she had to let out a yawn.
So, Quinn retreated to the couch for tonight, leaving the mystery of the swapped room for tomorrow’s more alert Quinn.
Or not.
By the next day, the room had corrected itself already. Her walls were the right texture, not whatever smooth nonsense they had been last night, and her plants were all back in place without a single sign of damage.
Stalking the corners of the room, not a single thing seemed out of place. The bedsheets were folded just as she’d left them. Every makeup product was in its usual spot. Even the coffee ring on her table was just the same as before.
As if last night had been nothing but a weird dream.
And maybe it had.
What was more likely: an exhausted person imagined something weird? Or the universe had pulled some incredibly weird trick of the light and swapped her bedroom with someone else’s and then swapped it back?
Uneasily tucking this, too, in the back of her mind, Quinn went on with her day, her eyes constantly checking for anything else amiss.
The rest of the month went something of the same. Everyday, something new would disappear only to reappear at the oddest times, leaving Quinn to blame each odd incident on stress, or coincidence, or exhaustion or some combination of the three.
At least, until Quinn came across the ghost in her own kitchen.
The spectral intruder fiddled with her sleek coffee machine, grumbling as it wrapped the cord around the machine. Somehow, the ghost had manifested the box that the machine had come in and was, now, carefully placing the sleek machine away –something completely and irredeemably unforgivable.
Snatching the coffee maker out of the ghost’s translucent hands, Quinn snapped, “Do not move the coffee machine, understood?”
The ghost merely narrowed their eyes, responding, “Do ghosts even drink coffee?”
“How self-centered,” Quinn drawled, placing the coffee machine back on to the counter, “Why in the world would I buy coffee for you?”
“I know I didn’t buy it.”
“Of course, you didn’t. I brought it with me when I moved in.”
“And how long ago was that?” the ghost demanded, “Are you saying I’ve unknowingly had a roommate for the past who-knows-how-long?”
Quinn furrowed her eyebrows, “Firstly, you’re the ghost so you’re the unknown roommate. Secondly, I’ve lived here for months now –I’m nowhere near new to this place.”
At that the ghost paused, “You’re standing in the middle of my couch.”
“I’m standing in my kitchen.”
“No,” the ghost insisted, “you’re a translucent person standing in the middle of my couch in my living room. I don’t think I’m the ghost here.”
“No,” Quinn rebutted, gesturing around her, “we’re in the middle of my kitchen. Not your living room. Unless,” she trailed, “Could you step to the side?”
Uncertain, the ghost complied, phasing through a cabinet door.
“Right now, you’re standing in my cabinet,” Quinn mused, “but to you, I’m standing in your couch.”
“And..?” the ghost pressed, leaning against… something, “Both of us think the other is the ghost, which doesn’t make sense,” he pressed his lips into a flicker of a smile, catching on to Quinn’s thinking, “Unless we’re both ghosts, simultaneously.”
“I think a reintroduction is in order,” Quinn said, leaning against a countertop, “I’m Quinn Logan.”
“And I, Fiona Lightwood.”
Author’s Note: SO! This is what I’ve been doing in the background >.> I really hope everyone, but especially Caro, enjoys this little fic!! We’ve been wanting the blorbos to meet for a while now and I wanted a cool way for them to get to meet each other!! hopefully this is cool enough
To Caro specifically, I hope I captured a little bit of what Quinn is like in your head. I won’t lie, I am was worried about not getting her right all throughout writing this. I didn’t want to bombarde you with questions so I tried my very best to imitate the vibes I get from her. 🫡
I know I left it at a kinda cliff-hangy point but that was on purpose!! I didn’t want a one and done thing + kinda wanted to leave it open for more when the ideas strike :)
also if any of you have read freaking romance (the webtoon) that’s where this idea is from!! i can’t recommend it tho
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