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Share all ur lucassie thoughts pls pls pls
* Okayoaky pshshj they’re kinda small:
- Cassie’s a lesbian, Lucy’s Bi and both are trans women!
- Lucy was pretty flirty around Cassie at times, but she additionally just passed it off as her being a joker but then had the slow realization that she hasn’t had this type of energy with anyone else. Like ever. Even Ford.
- Additionally! Lucy’s definitely much more affectionate, like “smooch until her face is covered in lipstick marks” type of affectionate. It’s definitely worth it to see how flustered Cassie gets afterwards
- Its very rare for Cassie to be the charmer in most situations but whenever she manages to be, it’s a big win given that she can see Lucy get a bit red before giggling profusely.
- Cassie was like. very panicked when she first found out she had a crush on Lucy. And with all those Archetypes in her head? It was a hot mess in there. This resulted into her being more flustered around her or stuttering more often, adding to the fact that they’re psychic she just prayed to the mind gods fer Lucy Not to find out. Lucy wasn’t completely oblivious to it either, she just “If the lady has a crush, I’ll give her a crush” and just teased Cassie more
#I love trickster Lucy a lot if you couldn’t tell#trevor.txt#oatmeal thoughts#honey limeade#lucassie
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The Ties That Bind (And How to Follow Them) 4/?
@bunnys-beetlejuice-blog @werwulfy @turtlepated @strange-n-unbluusual @mel-time @fireflower1015 @go-whovian-universe @sweetcat-666 @genderless-cryptid @monsterlovinghours @heresathreebee @rainingpaint @infptarius
Pate was at a loss. She’d never seen Beetlejuice like this. His hair, already lightened to a pale green shot through with red and yellow and purple in his distress, blanched even further when she mentioned going to Lillian. That alone was enough to convince her that her mentor had somehow trapped him in this mirror-verse where he could see and hear but not be heard.
His increasing upset hurt her deeply, and when he suddenly disappeared from view her heart plummeted and she pressed herself to the glass, hoping to see what he was doing but without him in front of her her own reflection blocked her view. She wished she could reach him, hold him, soothe him, hating her own helplessness.
At length he came back, his pale face even more pale than normal, his ash colored hair still streaked to show his frustration and fear. He looked close to tears, and Pate wasn’t even sure he was capable of tears. His lips moved softly and though she couldn’t hear him the message was clear.
Pate offered him a thin smile and shook her head, pressing her palm to the glass again.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she assured him. “Just give me one second to get my phone and I’m gonna call Lillian. She has to fix this. We’ll make her fix this.”
Keeping her eyes locked on his until the doorway and bedroom wall came between them, Pate dashed to the living room to retrieve her phone, hurrying back to the bathroom where Beetlejuice looked visibly relieved to see her return.
She thumbed through her contacts and smashed Lillian’s name, raising the phone to her ear. It was late, but Pate didn’t care if she woke Lillian up. The phone rang several times before it picked up.
“Hello? Pate? What are you doing calling this time of night?” Lillian asked.
“What did you do to him?” Pate demanded without preamble.
Lillian didn’t answer at first, and Pate heard what sounded like bedclothes being swept aside and a lamp being flicked on.
“I take it you mean the creature that invaded my kitchen,” Lillian finally drawled distastefully. “I did what you should have done, I sent him where he can’t harm anybody.”
“Beetlejuice wouldn’t hurt anybody anyway!” Pate insisted hotly. “He’s my . . . ” she trailed off, glancing at him in the mirror, knowing he could hear what she said. “He’s special. He’s important to me and I care about him,” she said. “You have to let him out. Or at least tell me how to and I’ll do it myself.”
Lillian sighed tiredly, as if she were dealing with a particularly exhausting situation. “Pate, whatever you think he means to you, the bottom line is he’s not human. He’s a demon, a wraith, a trickster. You’re better off without him.”
“I don’t care, tell me what to do to let him out.”
“No.”
The blunt refusal startled her. “You have to! You can’t leave him like this, stuck in my bathroom mirror!”
Speaking mostly to herself, Lillian said, “I should’ve figured he’d worm his way out. Should’ve sealed the mirror, too. Pate, nothing good can come of you having a live-in demon, I don’t care what feelings you might have about it. I’m going back to bed and that entity is staying right where he is. Good night.”
The line went dead. Angry, frustrated and panicked Pate immediately dialed again but it went straight to voicemail. Lillian had turned off her phone.
With a huff she slung her phone onto the counter, fixing Beetlejuice with a desperate expression.
“We’re gonna figure this out,” she said. “We’re gonna go over there and make her let you out.”
An idea struck her, and Pate crossed the room to the cabinets set into the wall, rifling through for what she was looking for. She turned back to Beetlejuice with a hand mirror.
“Do you think you can crawl into this mirror?” she asked. “Then I can take you with me.”
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Out of all the crazy things they'd done together, crawling into a mirror that his lover held was barely a blip on the radar, even if she held it out in front of her or to her side as she walked. He wasn't incredibly excited about being shoved in a purse--or to see Ms. Lillian Borden again, truthfully--but he had no idea what else to do.
Beej heard the one-sided conversation Pate had had, had seen the quick look she’d sent his way before saying he was "special", and could only imagine what her mentor's response to that had been. He doubted anything Pate was going to tell her would make a difference. Still, it would be worth a shot to try and talk reason to the woman. He lifted his shoulder in a shrug as Pate displayed the mirror. He had no clue if her suggestion would work but was willing to try. Motioning her closer, she read what he meant and brought the mirror in her hand up to press against the glass of the bathroom counterpart. For a moment, all he could see was his own reflection. With deeper shadows under his eyes than normal and hair that was washed out more than colored, he looked worse than he thought.
Raising a hand as if to touch the mirror image, the interior surface of the mirror was tacky instead of smooth. It took a bit of effort to actually pull his hand back, and threads of what looked like spun glass, growing thinner the further away he pulled his hand, trailed from his fingertips. It seemed reluctant to let him go. If he was ruining Pate’s bathroom mirror, well, she mentioned in passing updating it anyway. Beej heard her asking what he was doing, if it was working, and decided it was better to just go for it and deal with consequences as they fell. With that determined spirit, he shoved his hand back through the glass. It felt as though he was pushing into molten, but cold, lava, all thick and clinging. Good thing he didn’t need to breathe, because it was going to take a moment to get through it and then get clean of it. Tentacles had to assist carrying him through the two layers of glass. Beetlejuice could only imagine what Lillian would think of those, chuckling to himself, then liquidish glass got in his mouth. There was nothing to do about it at the moment; trying to wipe it away would result in an arm moving backwards and that was not what he wanted right now! Finally, after more effort than he put into a lot of things, he managed to push himself into another endless white space. It didn’t look any smaller than the previous ones, and now he wondered how many compacts or other small mirrors he’d crawled through. The second his feet hit the ground and were free of the glass he found it was gone. There was no residue of any sort. Were all mirrors magic and just needed the right person to activate them? A question for Lillian, if she was willing to take questions from a pupil she seemed to like and a ghost she most definitely did not. Beetlejuice went to pound on the glass to alert Pate he’d moved, but the thought of getting snared by the inside of the new mirror gave him pause. He had to wait until she grew impatient and looked for herself.
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Pate couldn’t help feeling a little foolish, standing with the small, round makeup mirror pressed against her medicine cabinet. Whatever Beetlejuice was doing, his reflection disappeared from the cabinet mirror to be replaced with her own.
Turning the smaller mirror around to face her, Pate beamed to see that the idea had worked, Beetlejuice looked out at her from the handheld mirror.
Wasting no more time she went back through into the bedroom, grabbed her wallet with her license inside from her purse, as well as her car keys.
“Let’s go see Ms. I-Know-What’s-Best-For-You Borden and get you back in the flesh,” she said, addressing Beetlejuice in the mirror as she locked her apartment door behind her.
What would it look like, she wondered, if someone saw her talking to the mirror?
Simple, she told herself. They’ll think you’re crazy. And maybe you are.
This time of night traffic was minimal and it didn’t take long to drive straight to Lillian’s downtown shop/apartment. Pate parked in a spot on the street, closing her door with perhaps a little more force than necessary, locking the car and cradling Beetlejuice’s mirror in her other hand.
There were internal steps up to Lillian’s apartment, but the shop was locked up at this hour. Pate rounded the building, heading for the fire escape. She had to set Beetlejuice down and climb up on a dumpster to reach the ladder, but after a few failed attempts she managed to pull it down with an earsplitting creak of protesting metal.
Retrieving the mirror that held her demon lover, Pate raced up the rickety steel steps as quickly as she dared, finding herself at Lillian’s sitting room window. She tried to open the window, finding it thankfully unlocked. She wouldn’t put it past Lillian to have some otherworldly impediments in place, designed to keep out apparitions but not people. Sliding the window open, Pate swung herself in one leg at a time.
“Lillian?” she called into the apartment, making no pretense at stealth. “Lillian, come out here and undo this.”
Pate didn’t hear that?! Maybe it was just spectral, maybe it was just something only people snared in tiny mirrors could hear, but the cries from inside the antique store from the various beings on the first floor were unnerving. Even the shriek of rusty metal joints on the fire escape moving after years of neglect was melodious compared to them. Something had happened. He didn’t know what, but Beej didn’t like it one tiny bit. He yelled at Pate to stop. Even at the top of his lungs she couldn’t hear him. Dredging up the deepest, most demonic voice he could had no effect. He was mute and helpless.
The television was on, I Love Lucy reruns flickering black and white with the volume low. Pate could see the top of Lillian’s head over the back of her recliner, facing away towards the TV. Angered by being ignored, Pate strode across the room, repeating her demand.
“Lillian, you tell me how to fix this. I don’t want Beetlejuice locked away, he’s -”
Pate cut off abruptly as she rounded the chair and saw the figure seated there.
Lillian Borden’s face was almost blue in the light from her TV, her eyes opened but staring unseeing at the ceiling, hands resting peacefully on the arms of her chair.
She was dead.
⁂ The scene inside the old woman’s apartment was nothing short of a horror movie set up. The lights were off, the room lit only by flickering from the television. Pate was demanding an answer and then a response. She stepped around the chair, and her hand dropped to her side as she choked her own sentence off, and her hand mirror slipped from her fingers, giving Beej a roller coaster ride as it fell, then a great view of the ceiling of the room when it hit the floor. If it was good or bad the glass didn’t break he’d never know, because Pate scooped him up almost as quickly as he’d fallen. Her apology he waved away as no worries, and she turned him towards her mentor in the chair. “Oh,” Beej said quietly at the sight of the dead woman. Now that posed something interesting. Never mind there was no way for her to undo the spell that trapped him in his current state, he didn’t sense her spirit or any evidence she drew a door and left the earthly plane. Of course, his view was limited to wherever Pate pointed his mirror. Or he’d been restricted by Lillian’s hasty capture of him somehow. Whatever it was, it warranted looking into once he was free again.
That was low on the priority list, however. He still needed out, and the woman who’d put him here was well past helping.
tbc . . .
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Unlocking Secrets
Pairing-Dean x Reader
Word count- 3928
Warning- Slight angst, little fluff, implied smut, injured reader and angry Dean.
A/N-This is for @deanwanddamons and @impaladreamers’ I do get that reference writing challenge. The show I chose was I Love Lucy. For this fic, Gabriel didn’t go into hiding after season 5.
Summary- Things have been a little rough between you and your best friend lately. Is he tired of having you around. A rough hunt, and a trick or two bring secrets to light in a different world.
You were so relieved to be walking back into the bunker after this last hunt. It had been a rough one to say the least, and ended up with you and Dean arguing again.
The three of you had gone after a small pack of werewolves, assuming there were only 5 of them. Entering the abandoned house they were occupying you had quickly realized that number was oh so wrong. There were easily 9 in the room you and Dean walked into, and you heard more in the back where Sam was to enter from.
It was a struggle but you finally managed to take them all down, but not before you ended up hurt. Out of the corner of your eye you saw one sneaking up behind Dean, claws out, without thinking you pushed him out of the way. He turned in time to see the monster’s claws shred through your shirt and skin across your side and stomach. Quickly firing he took down the last one as Sam came bursting through the doorway.
Sam rushed to your side seeing the blood flowing from your cuts, he pulled your flannel off to hold against your open wounds while he helped you outside to the car. Dean was notably absent as you made your way out. While Sam was tending to you outside Dean had gone back to the house with gas and matches to take care of the mess.
Back at the hotel, Sam was the one who stitched up your wounds when Dean dropped you off and sped out of the lot. After a shower to wash away the blood and grime from the hunt you exited the bathroom towel drying your hair and spotted Dean sitting on your shared bed. Coming closer you could smell the alcohol on him, guess that’s where he went when he left.
“Why the hell would you do that, what were you thinking?” Dean suddenly yelled.
“What?” You were shocked at the anger coming from the oldest Winchester.
“You put yourself in danger, why would you do that? If he had gotten you a few inches higher or even a little deeper, you wouldn’t be standing here right now.”
“Dean, if I didn’t push you away it would have been you! I don’t want to lose you. I’m fine, it’s a cut, a deep one, but still a cut it will heal soon.”
“I can handle myself, I don’t need you getting in the way.” Dean scoffed, grabbed his bag and headed out to the car shaking his head. The ride home started out fairly quiet each of you in your own thoughts until Dean noticed Sam going through his phone. “What are you thinking out?”
“I’m just checking the news.”
“We barely finished this one, you aren’t looking for another case are you?”
“Just seeing what was going on in the towns we are passing through, it’s no big deal Dean.”
“The last thing we need right now is another case for Y/N, to make some stupid move and end up hurt again.”
That comment from Dean got your attention quick. “I’m sorry, what did you say Winchester?”
Dean glanced back at you with a hard look, “You heard me Y/N, we don’t need to worry about you making another reckless move.”
“Saving your life was a reckless move? Sorry I won’t make that mistake again!” Turning yourself to stare out the window instead of looking at the hunter in the front seat mindlessly watching the world go by. You had known the Winchesters since you were 12, having met them at your uncle Bobby’s when you went to live with him. It took a little bit to gain Dean’s trust, but he had become your best friend. He was also the man who stole your heart, but that was your little secret. You had spent many nights of your teens, and even recently dreaming of green eyes, and endless freckles. Sam and you had more of a brother sister relationship, with him being two years younger. Recently though it seemed you and Dean were fighting more than getting along.
Back at the bunker you headed to your room to change into comfy clothes to just hang out in. Sam disappeared to his room, and you figured Dean went to another bar. Heading to the kitchen you grabbed a snack and drink before making your way to the Dean Cave to get lost in a show. Settling yourself on the couch you started flipping channels to see what’s on. A swoosh next to you had you jumping then grabbing your injured side from the movement.
“Seriously?! Warn a girl next time, Gabe.”
“Sorry, sweet cheeks. What’s wrong with you tonight?”
“Nothing, I’m fine.” You turned back to flipping through the channels and ignoring the Archangel next to you. He might not get along with the guys too well, but he had taken a liking to you. Appointing himself your guardian angel after meeting. Although sometimes he was a bit slow to reach you.
“Yeah, you’re fine and I’m the serious brother. Hey, wait, leave it here.”
You turned back to look at the TV and saw the black and white screen with the beginning of I Love Lucy. “Not that I don’t enjoy this show from time to time, but YOU want to watch this?”
“Uh yeah. She’s a comedy genius.”
Settling back into the couch you hear the familiar “Lucy I’m home!” When Ricky entered the apartment, laughing at the trouble Lucy got herself into. It was at the end credits of the first episode and just before the next began that Gabriel asked again what was wrong. You could either tell him or risk him going through your thoughts himself.
“I had a fight with Dean at the end of the last hunt.” You went on to explain everything that happened on the hunt, at the motel and during the ride back home. “I don’t know, it just seems like we fight more than anything else anymore. Maybe it’s time for me to go, I’ve been living with them since we lost Uncle Bobby. I guess I’ve just worn out my welcome.” You didn’t want to leave your home, or the guys, but you couldn’t keep this up with Dean. As much as it would hurt to leave your best friends and only family you had, all this fighting was worse. It just made it clear that your feelings aren't reciprocated. You weren’t the type of girl Dean would go for, the fact he never tried driving that truth home.
Gabriel leaned over and put his fingers to your forehead and healed your new wound. He knew there was more you weren’t saying. Not that long ago you had drunkenly confessed your feelings for the older Winchester to him, although you didn’t remember the following morning.
You settled back into watching the next episode of Lucy. She jokingly handcuffed herself to Ricky but they weren’t the joke handcuffs she thought. Ethel came back to warn her with Fred trailing behind, but they were too late. There wasn’t a key to this pair so they couldn’t separate. They had to wait for a locksmith who wouldn’t arrive till the next day. Of course because it was Lucy, there were a few hiccups along the way.
Down the hall from the Dean Cave, in the kitchen Dean was grabbing another beer out of the refrigerator when a swoosh came right behind him. “Dammit Cas, what have I told you about this?”
“Sorry Dean, I sensed your distress and came as soon as I could.”
“Cas, I didn't call you. Since you’re here, Y/N, was hurt on this hunt if you could go heal her.”
Cas disappeared to your room, not finding you there he discovered you with Gabe and assumed his brother had taken care of you. Returning to Dean he again asked what was causing him such misery. Dean didn’t answer and just sat drinking his beer.
“Does it have something to do with your feelings for Y/N?”
Spitting out his beer, Dean turned round eyes on Cas. “What? I don’t know what you are talking about man.” Dean got up and left heading to the Dean Cave to get his mind off tonight. Walking into the room he stopped when he saw Y/N on the couch curled into Gabriel’s side. The jealousy started to bubble up in him and he had to fight to push it down.
Hearing a noise behind you, you turned around to see Dean in the doorway glaring at you. “Don’t worry shows over, we were just leaving.” You two get off the couch and head out, but you don’t see the searching look Gabe is giving Dean. Parting from your friend in the hall you head to your room to call it a night and figure out what you were going to do.
Gabriel headed to the library where Castiel was sitting browsing through a book.
“What is going on with your boyfriend?”
Cas glanced up from his reading “I’m not sure of the question. I have friends that are of the male kind, I don’t know what’s going on them though. In the way that some humans use the term I don’t have... ”
“Nevermind.” Shaking his head, Gabriel sat down across from him, “What’s Dean’s problem?”
“Y/n.”
“Do you want to expand on that and tell me why he suddenly hates his best friend?”
“I wasn’t aware that he did, that is new since I saw him recently.”
He stared at Castiel a moment before talking, “If he doesn’t hate her, why are they fighting so much?”
“It could have something to do with his feelings for her that I sense, but he never answers me about them. I often feel distress coming from him when he is thinking about those feelings.”
“Cassie, not sure if you have been any help or not.” Gabriel got up and walked back toward the Dean Cave thinking over what Cas said, what he felt from you, and the look in Dean’s eyes when he saw you curled into the angel’s side. When he got to the door he noticed Dean hadn’t changed the channel and was just staring into space, Lucy causing chaos in the background. The trickster knew what was needed.
You woke up on your back with your left arm stretched out to the side, trying to move it to roll on to your right side proved to be difficult. Opening your eyes, you didn’t recognize the room you were in, turning you saw a man beside you facing the other way. It took your sleepy mind a minute to recognize Dean, and another to realize your left hand was connected to him. Wait, that is Dean right, everything was darker than usual. Were you on a hunt? Thinking as hard as your partially sleeping mind could, you didn't remember one.
“Dean, Dean.” You tried to carefully wake him. When that didn’t work you softly tapped his hand that was stuck to yours.
“What, What!” He shot up looking for the reason he was awake. “Where’s my gun?” Turning over he saw you behind him. “What are you doing in my room?” He turned back around looking around as he did. “This isn’t my room…. it’s not yours either. Something doesn’t look right.” He went to run a hand down his face only to discover it was heavier than usual. Upon closer inspection he found the handcuffs that connected you both.
“What the hell?”
“I don’t know I woke up just before you did, I could have sworn I fell asleep in my room last night and I don’t remember leaving it.”
You glanced over seeing a lamp beside the bed, slightly pulling Dean’s arm with you, you reached for the switch. Turning it on didn’t exactly have the desired effect, but now you know why things looked darker, everything was black and white. The two of you struggled to get up out of the beds and not pull the other’s arm too hard. Leaving the bedroom you went down a hallway that ended in a living room. Slowly turning around the best you could this room was starting to look familiar to you.
“Oh a kitchen, please have coffee.” Dean had spotted the small kitchen through a door in the living room quickly pulling you that way. You recognized this too. Back in the living room waiting for Dean’s coffee the door to the apartment bust open with Sam and Cas running through.
“What happened? Where are we? Why is everything in black and white?” Sam asked.
You couldn’t answer right away because you started laughing too hard. Dean gave you a funny look before turning back to the guys, understanding and joining in on your laughter.
“Cas, man what are you wearing?” The angel looked down in confusion, not understanding why Dean was asking about his clothes.
“I have no idea.”
“I think,” you spoke up when you could, “we are in I Love Lucy, everything is black and white like the show. We must be Ricky and Lucy, this was their apartment. You two must be Fred and Ethel, judging by Cas’ nightgown he’s Ethel. How did you know where to find us? They lived in an apartment building, did you search all the rooms?”
“This was the only floor the elevator would go to , and none of the other doors actually work.”
“Why are we here?” Dean angrily asked.
“I don’t kn..,” you were interrupted before you could finish your sentence.
“Lucy, I’m home! Man, I could have annoyed my brother for centuries with that line” Gabriel came walking in the front door dressed in one of Ricky’s outfits.
“What did you do?” You rounded on the archangel.
“You two morons need to talk, you um, got some ‘splainin to do. This episode sparked the idea. This way,” he pointed to your joined hands, “neither one of you can walk away from the other.”
“Son of a bitch!” Dean hollered turning toward the shorter angel. “Get us out of here, now!”
“Ah, no can do, Deano. None of you are going anywhere till you two talk this out. When you have everything out in the open, the cuffs will release and you will be transported back home. Nothing else will set you free. Have a nice chat kids!” With that he was gone again.
“What does he think we need to get out?” Dean tries to throw up both arms, but the one connected with yours didn’t move too well.
“It might have something to do with the distress you feel everytime you think of Y/N.” Cas injected. “He was curious about your problem, last night.”
Missing Dean turn to glare at his friend. You faced away from the three guys so they couldn’t see the hurt on your face. Doing your best to keep the tears at bay you took a deep breath. There was your answer, you had overstayed your welcome with the guys.
“When we get back home, I’ve realized it’s time for me to go.”
“Go where?” Sam was the first to ask.
“I don’t know yet, maybe see Jody or Donna. I’ve taken advantage of you guys long enough, time for me to stand on my own.”
“Are you getting out of the life?” Sam wanted to know, Dean was watching you with an unreadable look in his eye.
“No, I’m a hunter, Sam. I have been since the vamps came after my parents when I was 12, I’m not walking away from that.”
“So you are making another stupidly reckless decision, huh? Hunting on your own, you know how dangerous that can be Y/N!” You could see the anger in Dean’s green eyes now, but there was something else there too, pain.
“You don’t want me around Dean, why do you care what I do?”
“Who said I don’t want you around?”
“Cas, just said thinking about me distresses you. You ought to feel relief If I’m gone.”
“It isn’t you that brings him distress, Y/N, more the feelings around his thoughts of you.”
“Cas, stop helping,” Dean growled out.
Sam stepped in between the two holding up his hands. “We’re going to go see if there is anything for breakfast in the kitchen. You two start talking about whatever you’re hiding. I’d like to go home sometime this year.” They walked off to the kitchen with Cas telling Sam that he didn’t need food.
The two of you sat down on the couch, neither wanting to speak first. As far as you were concerned, telling the guys you would be leaving was what you needed to get out in the open. Figuring you might as well get this over with so you could move on you turned to face Dean. “So what are you hiding Dean?”
“What makes you think I’m the one hiding something we need to talk about?”
“Cas, Gabe, and the fact that you seem to hate me lately.”
“I don’t hate you. Sweetheart. I could never.”
“Then why have you been so angry lately, we have fought more in the last few months than the past 20 years?”
Sighing Dean looked away before turning back to you. “I can’t keep pretending, so pushing you away was my only option.”
“Can’t keep pretending what?”
Dean tried to get up and walk away forgetting for a moment that he was chained to you. “I can’t keep pretending I don’t care about you.”
“I care about you too, Dean. You’re my best friend.”
“I don’t want to be your friend!” He yelled before you could go on. “You deserve better than me, so I tried to push you away so I wouldn’t get hurt, and so you wouldn’t be close to me to get hurt by some monster.”
“Wait, Dean are you trying to say you like me, you actually have feelings for me?”
Before Dean could reply you heard two loud yeses coming from the kitchen. Closing his eyes and shaking his head Dean turned back to you. “I know I’m not what you want, and like I said you deserve a much better man than me. I didn’t want to lose you as a friend, but I did anyway with my behavior lately. It’s not easy going to the bar, or working a case and seeing some other guy all over you. If you were mad at me, you didn’t want to go with me when I went out. This last hunt when you got hurt, I kept thinking you could have died and it terrified me. I turned that into anger and it came out at you.”
“You haven’t lost me yet Dean.”
“You just said you were leaving and heading out on your own.”
“I didn’t think you wanted me at the bunker anymore. I’ve been in love with my best friend for years, but never thought he would see me that same way. Dean there is no better man for me, than you. I know exactly what it’s like seeing someone else get close to the person you want most. Your one night stands over the years have been utter torture.”
Dean had his free hand on the side of your face while his eyes searched yours before quickly pulling your lips to his. “Oh Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time.”
“Finally!” Sam yelled from the kitchen doorway.
You leaned in to kiss Dean again when there was a flash of light and you found yourself in the Dean Cave with the guys.
“That Archangel has terrible timing,” Dean muttered leaning toward you once more.
“Or he just likes to interrupt your fun.” Gabe said from right next to you making the both of you jump. He quickly vanished before Dean could hit him, or find an angel blade, but his “You’re welcome” could be heard through the room.
Dean shook his head muttering under his breath before turning back to you. He put an arm around your waist to pull you into him, the other going behind your neck as he leaned down and his lips met yours once more. Both of you getting lost in the kiss as you feel his tongue glide across your lower lip, your mouth opening in response.
The need for oxygen and Sam clearing his throat had you pulling back slightly. Dean’s mouth tried to follow yours before also pulling back. Sam was saying something about you two not dragging him and Cas into your fight next time. You didn’t really catch it, too distracted gazing into the green eyes looking lovingly back at you. Never noticing Sam pulling Cas, who was still in Ethel’s sleeping clothes from the room.
Leaning back in toward Dean your lips connected again, only this time he pulled away. “Hey the cuffs are gone!” Dean exclaimed looking around him to see if they were lying around.
“Um, yeah, Gabriel said we would be released when we got everything out.” You weren’t sure why he was surprised they were gone, or suddenly important enough to stop what you were doing.
“I was going to hang on to them for a, um later time. I guess I can pick up another pair.” The smirk on his facing giving away what exactly he wanted the handcuffs for.
“Who says I don’t have any in my room?” Dean gave you a long look before throwing you over his shoulder and running toward your room.
“Let’s go dig those out, Sweetheart, gotta make up for lost time.”
A few hours later you quietly left your room, leaving Dean sleeping peacefully. Grabbing a drink you headed back down the hall opting for the Dean Cave to think back over your day instead of going to your room and possibly waking Dean. Not that you would mind Dean awake, especially if you had a repeat of what you two spent your afternoon doing. Turning on the tv for some light, you didn’t pay attention to the show. Yesterday, at this time you believed your time with the boys was over, turns out you and Dean just needed to get your secrets out.
“Hey,” you heard a sleepy voice say behind you. “I woke up alone, thinking I had a crazy, but great dream. Then I realized I was naked in your bed, so I was actually lucky enough to have you want me too.”
“Hey,” you replied, turning around and leaning up a little to kiss his scruffy cheek. “Not a dream, just a trickster. Actually trying to be helpful for once.”
Dean walked around to join you on the couch pulling you into him. Both of you looked toward the tv quickly when hearing a familiar voice calling out ‘Lucy, I’m home!’
“Is that?”
“Yeah, I think.” Dean answered.
The Ricky on tv walked forward looking right at you both. “I resent that, I am always helpful when I want to be. Treat her right Deano, or you won’t like the show I send you to next. I’m thinking something on a plane, or killer monster.”
“Okay, thank you for your push Gabe, goodnight.” You shut off the tv while the Archangel was still coming up with somewhere to send Dean.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to watch Lucy for awhile,” Dean whispered while leaning down to softly kiss your lips.
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WIP INTRODUCTION *HEADS-UP*
genre: sci-fi, (political) thriller, cosmic horror, romance, mystery, crime
themes: oppression and revolution, flimsy promises, hight but shattered ideals, danger everywhere, dreaming of a better future, forbidden love, fighting the apocalypse
setting: dark sci-fi city with lots of different quarters and buildings
status: drafting, beginning to write
POV: third person limited
ꕥ - synopsis:
The resistance group "C.R.O.W." fights underground against the cruel, dictatorial government of Plutus, their country. Like crows indeed, they operate under cover of darkness, coming and going as they please.. Their entire existence is like playing with fire. And yet they are children, outcasts to whom life means nothing. Their only goal is to return freedom to Plutus' population. For this, they spare no risk. But then a strange gambler appears. He is a dazzling trickster who takes money out of the pockets of politicians and the rich in casinos and nightclubs. Who he is or what he wants, nobody knows. There is only one name: Elliot.
ꕥ - the cast
Ada - one of the resistance fighters. She is the youngest and fastest of them all, but also the loneliest
Pearl - Ada’s best and perhaps only friend. Works as a singer in a night club and is the girl of Smiley Backett, one of the biggest mobsters in town
Smiley - a gangster boss. Not particularly attractive, but powerful. Helps C.R.O.W. with their missions
Carmin - another resistance fighter. Scout of C.R.O.W. and possibly in love with Ada
Elliot - the mysterious gambler. There is only that name and nothing else
ꕥ - writing excerpt
Ada ran without looking. She knew the way by heart. The only important thing was to lose the policemen who trudged along the road close behind her. "Wretched walruses," Ada thought, smiling her bright smile into the dark, freezing air. "You're clearly in the wrong profession!" she called over her shoulder. There was the hatch. Within seconds she had pushed it open and slipped through. She heard the policemen pass her outside. They would be busy for a few more hours, she knew. Quietly she groped through the dark corridor. From a distance she heard Pearl's voice:
"Though the words may be wrong We're singing it because you ask for it So we're singing it just for you How high the moon"
She sneaked into Pearl's dressing room, picked out a simple black satin dress and changed. Then she ran back down the corridor, but took a different turn and finally squeezed through a small, nondescript wooden door in the wall.
Directly in front of her was a pool table with a single man leaning against it, scowling at the stage where Pearl was about to start the next song. "Hi, Smiley," Ada murmured in his ear. The man flinched. "Oh, hi Ada." "Don't you think you're a little jumpy for a man of your profession?" "I'm in a bad mood," he grumbled. Ada sat down beside him on the table. "Oh no, Smiley is grumpy," she said teasingly. "Shut up, it's not funny. Some kid just gave me a bad time at a poker game. He must have cheated, there's no other way." "Oh really? Who was he?" "I don't know, I never saw him before." Ada giggled and turned away. Sometimes she wondered what Pearl even saw in him. He wasn't handsome and he wasn't even particularly rich for a gangster boss. It was probably the adventure and the fact that Smiley did have a sense of humour and, even if you couldn't tell, was very smart.
Pearl had finished now and came over to them. "You're not still talking about that guy?" she asked Smiley. "Sometimes you just lose, it happens." Smiley shook his head. "I know, but somehow he seemed peculiar to me. He didn't, how shall I say, cheat honestly." Pearl raised her eyebrows. "There was no way to cheat, I saw it clearly. But he did it anyway." "Well, boy, don't worry your head about it, someone was smarter than you for once."
Ada had listened carefully to their conversation. It sounded very similar to what had happened to the Secretary General last week at roulette, but not in a small nightclub, but in one of the big casinos in the city centre. He had been given a one-time tip and bet two hundred grand on 17, but at the last moment the ball bounced over the edge and landed on 18. Only one other man had been involved in the game and he had bet on 18. It had been a terrible loss for the General Secretary and it had been in all the papers. But there had been no trace of the anonymous other man ever since.
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When You’re Ready Ch. 09
Pairing: Bryce Lahela x f! MC (Eleanor Bloom) x Ethan Ramsey.
Word Count: 4.1k
Warning: Angst? And Ethan kinda psyco 🤣
A/N: It took me ages to finish this chapter because, to me, the plot is kind of boring and it was made just for story progression (and I just couldn’t leave it behind nor reducing it to a paragraph for the next chapter), but I have to admit that with the adjustments that I made yesterday, it’s now pretty decent. Fortunately, next chapter is way more interesting.
A/N2: Special thanks to @aylamwrites for helping me with some of my writing/translation issues and for her advices. Gracias gurrrl 💜💜💜
Hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 9. The Less I Know The Better.
Then I heard they slept together
Oh, the less I know the better.
Eleanor made her entrance into Edenbrook with confidence she never felt before. Not even last year, when she was starting the residency program of her dreams at Edenbrook, she had felt this proud of herself. It was her first day both as a second-year resident and as Junior Fellow Member in the Diagnostics Team, directed by her medical hero, Dr. Ethan Ramsey. And well, yes. The person she had feelings for.
But today was also the first day where she would leave all that in the past, to truly be over him. She would face him, talk to him, and make his presence something so usual in her life that after a few weeks he wouldn’t mean anything but a mentor, a colleague, and hopefully, one day, a friend. But not more than that.
She knew it would be difficult. The night before had been hard enough not falling into his spell again. Her lips were thirsty for his kisses, her skin aching for his touch and her mind only wanted to float into the sky of his eyes once more. But she wasn’t blind anymore. She knew it wouldn’t do her any good.
Bryce had opened her eyes. Even if Ethan had the most selfless intentions pulling away from her to not jeopardize her career, he had hurt her consciously. He had ignored her even when she was drowning. And what Bryce had done just in a few weeks? He treated her like the most precious thing in the world. Like a queen. In the way she always wanted to be treated by someone, but she thought it was just stupid ideas romantic love had put in her head. He had listened to her, respected her space, consoled her when she needed it, and even when she didn’t think she needed it. He had made her his priority. The less she could do at that moment was putting him as her priority over anything she might be feeling for Ethan.
And now, there she was, facing her first obstacle, standing outside the Department of Diagnostics. Big glass walls, and a sliding door before her. She took a deep breath and with a smile on her face entered as the doors slid softly to let her in.
The office was quiet and illuminated by the natural lighting of that summer morning. There was the faintest scent of bergamot and mandarin in the air, probably traces of Ethan’s perfume left early in the morning.
She observed the place taking short steps around. A big desk in front of the entry, a circular table on the right side with a big whiteboard behind…
“I’m here, I’m really here”
“Hey, me too.”
…And a couch between the table and the entry, where it was a man reclined, reading a medical journal.
A tanned man with tiny eyes and a grown beard stood up and approached her. He seemed familiar, but the big smile on her face made her think she might be wrong.
“Um, Zaid? You’re on the diagnostics team?”
“Ah, I take it you’re one of my twin brother’s residents.”—He answered extending his hand to the confused resident.—“Baz Mirani’s the name, immunology’s the game. Game-slash-specialty.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even know Zaid had a twin brother.”
After a few moments talking, her mind raced to the smirk Ethan had given her the night before. That’s why he didn’t want to talk about the team members. It wasn’t about bias, he just wanted to keep it a surprise the fact that Zaid Mirani had a super friendly twin brother that made them look the personification of the yin and yang in terms of niceness and well, in term of twins. While Zaid was King of Sarcasm, Baz had no ability to perceive it. While Zaid was grumpy and serious, Baz was amicable and talkative.
Then it was the time to meet the last member of the team, June Hirata. June was a very intense-looking woman with a British accent and a self-assurance that exuded from her pores.
Eleanor felt a little intimidated by the way the attending was scrutinizing her, but she thought it was normal for a neurologist and psychologist to examine a new colleague not only on a physical level but in terms of corporal language too, just like she was doing it.
After a few minutes of chatting with her new colleagues, Ethan appeared through the sliding doors.
“Introductions done? Great. We’ve got work to do”—He said, while the three took a seat in the table.
She couldn’t help but feel a little twist of nervousness inside her stomach, but she tried hard to suppress any emotions she might feel, and just focused on trying to be just as stoic as her mentor always appears. She put her best professional face and started to observe how the team worked and took notes of all the things they were saying.
June and Baz started asking questions to Ethan, who had all the information about the new patient. Eleanor remained silent, witnessing the exchange, trying to absorb all the information possible. She was a bit intimidated because that level of confidence and questioning was really out of her league, but she tried to convince herself that it was a normal response for a first day.
The team divagated through some symptoms, theories, and diseases until June gave the final idea: Cutaneous Kikuchi disease. With that, Ethan asked her to run a biopsy on the patient's rash to confirm the diagnosis.
Once the team was dismissed, both attendings returned to their other duties, leaving Eleanor and Ethan alone.
“After you’re done with our patient, you can see Ines and Zaid for further assignments.”—He said as he was taking a seat by his desk—"You’ll be balancing your work here with your usual resident duties. Now that you’re a second-year, that will include rotations at the free clinic.”
“Yes Dr. Ramsey”— She replied standing up from the chair—“We will always diagnose patients without seeing them?”
“No, but we’re often asked for help by hospitals all over the country, so it’s a good habit to keep our blind diagnosis skills sharp.”
Eleanor was about to reach the door when she stops in her tracks, hesitating.
“Is everything alright, Eleanor?”
“Actually, could we talk?”
Ethan gazed at her for a few moments before answering.
“About the job or about us?”
“The job. That’s why we are here.”—Eleanor replied with obviousness, but it sounded harsher than she intended. As if it would never cross her mind talking about them.
His eyes betrayed him for a split of a second as he addressed the coldness in her response, but then he just got up from his desk and moved to the circular table. Eleanor sat beside him a moment later.
“I’m all yours”
She couldn't help but shook her head to herself, not missing the ulterior motives in Ethan’s words for the second time straight.
“I’m just surprised how well and how quickly you worked that out. How are you sure you made the right diagnosis?”
Ethan took his time to explain to Eleanor how the team proceeded, the normal way they work, and gave her some tips to be more involved next time. He assured her that it was normal that the first days she would be feeling lost and ignorant, but once she started to obtain more knowledge from medical journals and research, she would improve her involvement in the team.
She nodded at every advice, and when he was done, she kept staring at him inquisitively.
“What is it?”
“Your glasses, I’m not used to see you with those on.”
“Oh, yes. I use them when I work on the computer. Now that you’ll come to the office frequently, you’ll see me a lot like this.”
“They make you look smart”—She teased, trying to diffuse the tension she still sensed on Ethan after her cold response.
“You've caught me. The illusion behind my status. Without these, I’m a simpering moron.”
That seemed to relax his shoulders a bit. They both laughed for the first time without the tension of their actual status, where recriminations wouldn’t be involved this time. Her eyes shined, happy for sharing that moment after so much discomfort.
“So, Zaid had a twin brother and you dared to not tell me.”
Ethan chuckled
“I wish I was there when you saw him for the first time. I can only imagine your face.”
“Haha, very funny. You’re such a trickster, Ethan.”
They had lean close to each other without noticing, their knees touching, and his fingers just an inch away from hers. Her composure stiffed, her will power was once again being challenged.
She couldn’t give in. She had to keep playing the cold Eleanor that didn’t feel a thing about his mentor.
She swallowed hard.
“Well, I should get those test run.”—She informed, taking the notebook in her hand, and then standing up in one swift motion—"Thank you for your advice, Ethan.”
“You’re welcome, Eleanor. Anytime.”—He responded, caught off guard by the abruptness of her reaction.
Eleanor left the office quickly, sensing how his eyes were following her as she passed through the door. She released the breath that had been holding a few steps away from the office.
She had made it.
The interactions during the day weren’t any different. She ran the tests, informed her discoveries to the team (with the help of her intern, Esme Ortega), and then she made quite an impression with the Governor by diagnosing her son was sick; which granted her an invitation to have dinner with Naveen, Harper, Ethan, the Governor, and her staff that night. She had become the best card Edenbrook had to secure important funds to keep the hospital afloat.
After dropping Harper home after the dinner, Eleanor couldn’t suppress the memories of the last time she was alone with him in that car. The night before he left. The night of their last kiss, of the last time they made love. The last time they consciously and voluntarily stared at each other as lovers.
She was in the exact same place where everything had ended and after two months it still hurt.
Eleanor turned to her left, wondering if Ethan might be thinking the same, but his face was serious, without traces of knitted brows or troubled eyes. The streetlights were framing his features in different shapes as the car moved down the streets. She fixated her eyes in his grown beard, which still felt a bit odd to her, but to some extent, it would be useful as a fresh start. He wasn’t the Ethan she knew and wanted. He was the Ethan that left for two months to start over and be the boss and colleague she needed.
Then she looked away, coming back into her senses. She clenched the silk material of her pine dress in her fists until her knuckles were white
“What. Are. You. Doing?” —She asked herself, pressing her fists into her knees harder at every word she said on her mind.
The car stopped before the red traffic lights and she felt Ethan was turning to her, staring.
“Don’t look at him. Don’t.”—She ordered in her head, her composure tensing even more.
But after a few moments, she gives up.
Amber connects with the sky and the earth stopped spinning. She was so lost in him that didn’t notice he had brought his right hand to hers, taking it gently.
“We’ll be okay.”
His thumb caressed the knuckle of her middle finger, and that’s what it took to feel a shiver down her spine. He knew what she was thinking. He was touching her. No. It wasn’t anything. It didn’t mean anything.
She had to look away, but if the first time had been hard, now it would be impossible while he was staring at her. She couldn’t just look away. She wasn’t that brave, at least for now.
From the corner of her eye, she perceived a change in the lights. Her way out.
“It’s… It’s green now”—She said in a tiny voice, his eyes desperate for a moment.
Ethan glanced back to the street, clearing his throat. The air returned to her lungs.
He drove the rest journey in complete silence and he barely looked at her when she got off the car outside her apartment.
“Thanks for the ride Ethan, see you tomorrow”
“Goodnight, Eleanor.”
She had made it again.
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The next day, Ethan and Naveen were sharing their remarks about the dinner the night before when they spotted Eleanor, Bryce, and Sienna entering the hospital after their lunch break. Ethan tried to avoid looking at her, not wanting to expose his mixed feelings about her in front of Naveen, but the old had mastered at reading him after so many years.
“Rumors says Dr. Bloom has been doing good these past weeks”—Naveen said as he finds Ethan following her, reluctantly.
“Mmmh?”
“In the company of a surgical resident”
“You mean with that scalpel jockey?”—He inquired, pointing out the resident who was walking beside Eleanor with a brief motion of his head.
“Yes, precisely”
“I doubt it. They are just friends. Besides, I don’t think she’d like someone like him.”
Naveen didn’t miss the bitterness in his last words.
“What do you mean? Just because he is a surgeon?”
“Yes. He is arrogant and shallow.”
“Shallow? To me is quite interesting. I’ve heard plenty of praises from Harper. Very promising, bold, intelligent, and ahead of most of his fellow second-year residents, even some third-years.”
“Hmmm, well, the point is I don’t think Bloom would have that bad taste dating a jock like him.”
“Well, they have been seen pretty cozy. I, personally, have seen them while having lunch or going t-.”
“I’ve seen them too.”—Ethan interrupted—"You say cozy, I would say he’s a harasser who likes to touch women, that’s why he might have his hands all over Eleanor. I don’t know why she lets him.”
“Am I sensing jealousy in your tone, my friend?”
“Jealousy? For Christ’s sake Naveen. Why would I be jealous of a scalpel jockey? And there’s nothing between Eleanor and me to have the right to feel jealous.”
Naveen chuckled.
“Whatever you say, my friend. But to me, they make a nice couple, she looks very happy around him.”—The Chief commented with a smirk full of malice, waiting for his reaction.
“Of course she’s happy around him, he acts like a goddamn clown all the time.”
Ethan turned around and left with his head steaming with anger.
He didn’t believe Naveen’s words. He didn't want to believe his words. He was convinced that Bryce and Eleanor were just friends, or maybe they were having a fling as all resident do, but nothing more than that.
But he couldn’t ignore such information much longer and against all his self-control and dignity, he started paying attention to her interactions with the surgical resident. However, at first, he didn’t find anything extraordinary. They would have lunch with her roommates as usual, hang out at Donahue’s like always, and chat through the hallways of the hospital as all colleagues do. Maybe Bryce acted flirtily and a bit handsy with her, but it wasn’t different from what he has always been with her.
The idea of them having a fling made him feel a pit in his stomach, but at the same time, it relieved him that it was just that. She was sleeping with Lahela so she could to move on. And he couldn’t blame her. But a relationship? Love? With that jock? That was beyond his comprehension.
While he was observing him, Ethan wondered what Eleanor would see in him. He had listened, without no other option, that many residents, even nurses, found him very attractive— ‘hot” was the most used word in fact—, while other residents, mostly men, would say he was cocky and arrogant, but Ethan was sure that even when he agreed he had a cocky way to conduct himself all over the hospital—all over the world— he wasn’t arrogant without fundaments.
He indeed was an outstanding surgical resident, he had heard many praises from Harper the last few months, so he just knew his worth and how to use it, and Ethan couldn’t condemn him for that. And if he was honest about it, he also had to be honest about the fact that he was an outstanding doctor too. He was always kind and nice to patients, always on time to prep them for surgeries, and always had the time and patience to explain for the umpteenth time how would be the procedure to any patient or family who would ask to him. And that was actually an important trait. That said, Bryce Lahela wasn’t so despicable after all, but he was a scalpel jockey and probably was sleeping with Eleanor, and that was enough to Ethan to despise him.
A few days later, th attending was accompanying a patient before her heart valve replacement when Bryce came into the room to prepare her for the surgery.
“Good morning Mrs. Montero, how are you today?”—He greeted in a joyful voice and then he nodded to the attending—"Dr. Ramsey”
“Dr. Lahela”
“I’m not gonna lie, I’m scared.”
“You have nothing to be scared for.”—He assured—"Dr. Tanaka is the best doctor you could have to repair anything that involves your heart, so everything will be fine.”
“That means he could fix how broke my heart is after my husband passed away?”
Bryce stared at her with a sad smile.
“I’m afraid not. But with the new valve, you’ll get plenty of years to make new memories and adventures, so you’ll have enjoyed your time to the fullest before you left this earth to be with him."
“I like the sound of that.”
“I’m sure you do. And let me say you that you will have the best resident by his side too, so you'll be in the best hands Edenbrook can provide.—Bryce winked warmly at her.
Ethan suppressed a scoff at his words and stood up from his chair.
“I believe you, my boy.”
And then Bryce grinned. A broad smile with his nose wrinkled paralyzed Ethan in his tracks for a second.
The same grin Eleanor had done that night at Donahue’s and that he had found odd and new in Eleanor, but for some reason, it was familiar.
And it was familiar because he had seen it in Bryce Lahela many times when he prepared patients for surgery. That sincere and knowing smile.
“Dr. Ramsey, thank you so much for your company.”
“You’re welcome, Elena. You’ll be in good hands now. I’ll come to see you when you have your new valve, alright?”
“Alright.”
“Lahela”—He nodded before leaving the room with his head racing incessantly.
He had read a while ago that expressions are contagious between people, even at the moment they are displayed, as a show of empathy and to recognize other people’s feelings. He did know too that couples after some time would imitate their expressions and laughs. But it also could happen with friends, family, and whoever you share a place to live with.
Maybe it was normal and Eleanor not only had expressions from Bryce but also from Sienna, Jackie, and Elijah, as they would see each other throughout the day and they shared an apartment.
But there was another option that could explain the fact that Eleanor had acquired a smile from Bryce. But he was so in denial that he didn’t even want to put it into words.
That realization changed everything in Ethan. His focus was now on Eleanor. On study how different she was compared to the months before he left. And in their daily meetings or just in their encounters through hallways of the hospital, he found that she was again the same happy and sweet resident he had met last year, with a calm demeanor, her sunny smile, and firm disposition to help whoever needed it. But he also noticed that this 'start over' between them had been taken seriously by her. She was completely focused on the work and never talked about anything that wasn’t work-related with him, and he never found her looking for his eyes or his touch like she used to, but he could tell she used to grow anxious when she had to be alone with him in the office.
A few days later, Eleanor found Bryce, Rafael, and Ethan on their way to their morning gym session so she joined them in a heartbeat. When she got into the room with her workout clothes on, the three buddies were in the treadmill warming up. She went to the fourth machine and started to run beside Rafael.
“What made you want to workout with us this morning, Ellie?”—He asked
“I always try to find a moment to make any physical activity but I hadn’t had the chance these few last days so I’m taking the chance now. I want to stay healthy,”
“That's a very good reason. The body is a machine. When it goes without use, it rusts.”—Ethan conceded, at the other side of the room, in the first treadmill.
“Don’t think that’s medically accurate, Doc”—Bryce pointed out, running between Ethan and Rafael.
“I know surgeons don’t know how to read a book, but that’s called a ‘metaphor’”—Retorted Ethan. Even if there was a teasing smile on his face, the bitterness of his words was evident to everyone in the room.
“Geez, I’ll tell Jackie to send you an invitation to the hate group for scalpel jockeys, Ramsey. You would love it”—He said, not missing a bit, his confidence not even remotely shaken.
Ethan observed Eleanor, whose smile had fainted with disappointment. After a few seconds, as she observed Bryce was smiling as usual, she quickly shook it off and ignored the attending for the rest of the routine.
Ethan knew there was something there and just the fact that he might confirm the rumors made him angry. At himself and at Naveen. Why he had to tell him? It would have been so much better not to know what Eleanor was doing with her life. It was not his business and he had no right to snoop into her life like he had been doing these few weeks.
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The unusual bitter comment the attending had said to Bryce, made Eleanor sense that maybe he was suspecting about her relationship with the surgical resident. The multiples times she caught him observing her in her lunchtime, at Donahue’s, and anywhere he would spot her with Bryce were making sense now.
Maybe there were rumors. Maybe Naveen had told him, he surely knew every gossip in the hospital—not just because he was the Chief, but because he liked hospital gossip—, and of course he would deliver this information to Ethan to wake him up. The old man had always been pretty honest about his support toward Ethan and her.
Or maybe he just knew. He just figured it out because of her coldness towards him and because even if she and Bryce tried to keep it lowkey, there was always the chance that he could have caught them the times theye couldn’t help but holding hands or kissing when they were close.
Either way, she didn’t care.
At least not as much as she cared the day before he was back, but now she felt relieved that Ethan might have some clues of her situation. She still didn’t want to confirm it, she wanted to know if he was bold enough, if it affected him hard enough to approach her and ask her about her relationship status.
But she knew him. Ethan was never a man of facing emotions or tough conversations. He was a master at avoiding feelings and people and maybe he would wait for something or someone who would confirm the rumors. The problem was if he was emotionally prepared for that moment.
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Pen Pal Final (Part One of Two)
Trigger warnings; gore, death, yandere, unhealthy behavior, shitty writing
Words; 5.7k
“I don’t want your hand. Part of me wants to set you on fire and hold you while the flame consumes both of us, to eat your heart so I know that only I possess it entirely.”
Living with a killer was never on your bucket list.
Given most people never quite lived to tell the tale.
And as you watched Jungkook trail alongside your bookshelf, glossy eyes analyzing every book title printed on the aged spines, you couldn’t help but conclude that you shouldn’t be any different.
You were going to die at the hands of this man in your own home. This wasn’t up for discussion. It was only a matter of time.
Optimism was a trait your sister held, meanwhile it was not ever your forte. If this was a perfect story, the survival instincts mixed with the adrenaline of having a murderer in your home would kickstart a reaction. A reaction to live. A reaction to fight back. A reaction to escape.
Yet self awareness was also a blessing and a curse at times like this.
You were all too aware of your major disadvantage.
You were a freak.
Crippled by your own mental disorder.
Trapped by your own paranoia.
How does one flee when you are perhaps even more terrified of what is outside rather than inside? Inside your apartment, you only had to deal with one sociopath. Outside of your apartment, countless others roamed free. Either way, you were fucked.
You caught yourself releasing a dry sob as you flopped your lifeless body onto the sofa, bleary eyes already looking up at the ceiling in mock prayer.
Have you ever felt so doomed that you were beyond any plan of action? That you just knew from within the deepest parts of you that all means of recovering were utterly futile? So you just sit there, and let the fear and sadness rock you into a paralyzed state. Not even bothering to fight back...
In this moment, if Jungkook were to waltz over and slit your throat to paint your living room ruby red...you’d have no objections. It was your fate.
“Plum, I see you have a cookbook here. Should we try a recipe tonight?”
His voice shook you to your core. Not because it was ultra deep, husky or growl-like. But because it was pleasant to the ear, which was the most terrifying part. How can such a wicked person have such a delightful tone? Did god like being a trickster by giving the most fucked up people such good looks and voices, the perfect weaponry to reel in future victims?
A tear trialed down your cheek, your orbs refusing to leave the heavens (or ceiling that was blocking your life line to a high power) as more wollowsome self-pity rang in your mind.
You heard an incoming of footsteps, the rythameric sound thundering in your ears. They were heavy, and the brief memory of his weight being 150 pounds found itself popping up once more. He was big…
And all that weight was suddenly thrust down next to you, another and smaller mass being placed onto your lap.
“You never did tell me what your favorite meal was.” He rumbled, the vibration next to you being almost surreal. At a major risk of breaking into another pattern of sobs, you peeked down to see what was placed upon you. It was the opened cookbook, the killers’ hand flipping through the pages and revealing pictures of gourmet meals along with instructions. The book was halfway on your lap and halfway on his.
“I like Italian food. How about chicken parmesan? Or maybe some tacos?” He trailed off, the casualty being reminiscent of someone discussing the weather or last night’s game.
If you were bold enough, you would have slapped him then and there. The audacity to just act as if you two were going to seriously make a meal together. It was like a hell-version of I Love Lucy, if Lucy was stuck in a loveless marriage and Ricky was an abuser ready to strike if she were to ever slip up.
“Plum?” He asked, sounding confused on your silence. Totally unaware of the inner pandemonium occupying your attention.
Faintly, you heard him. But still remained unresponsive, not ready for another dialogue of any sort.
You wondered why he kept calling you that. Would it even be worth asking? Did he purposefully enjoy the sweet, overly sugary nickname and the shivers it sent down your spine? Did he know how childish and degrading it was to be called that? Maybe that’s why he used it…
More silence passed.
“Y/n. You’re starting to worry me.” This was said in a more firm dialect, a tad deeper and authoritative than his signature breathy sound.
You decided to heed the warning.
‘Don’t poke the bear~.’ A voice in your head sing-songed. Whether it was the work of a higher-power or your stronger alter ego finally making an appearance, you didn’t know.
You cleared your throat, hoping your voice wasn’t shot to hell. “Yes?”
“We need to figure out what we’re doing for dinner baby.”
Baby.
Sugarplum.
What was next? Kiddo? Honey-munchkins? Sweetie pie?
Anything that put you on a babyish level was apparently the criteria for Jungkook to call you by something other than your name. Perhaps he liked the idea of you being young and dumb….Unaware and innocent like a child?
But innocence was almost laughable now.
“I’m not hungry.” You mumbled.
A sigh was heard, one of disappointment. “Honey, you need to eat.”
You bit your lip.
Did you want to argue? No. You didn’t know his triggers and habits. For all you know, it could just take one wise comment before he’s strangling you and adding another victim to his figurative trophy case. Six became a scary number for you. Mental flashes of news anchors covering a story and labelling you the “sixth victim of the easter bunny” sparked a phobia of the number.
“Whatever you want to eat, I’m fine with.” You relented despite the stomach hurl that hit you after the words left your mouth.
Would you even be able to keep the food down?
“Okay then! How does a fancy mac n’ cheese sound?”
The weak must give into the strong.
You just nodded your head, the weight of it being almost too much to bear.
He snapped up and happily hummed, swaggering to your kitchen and declaring he needs to do an ingredients check.
Your fogged up orbs watched from your place on the couch as Jungkook whistled and opened your cupboards, swiftly inspecting everything that resided within them.
Black spots appeared in your vision.
The last thing you recall is Jungkook prying open your fridge before darkness stole your comprehension completely.
--
Your nostrils tingled.
Your tummy rumbled.
All that you were able to understand was the fact that you were very warm and something smelled very nice.
A heated cocoon surrounded your previously clammy frame, soothing the overworked nervous system into a pile of goo. You nuzzle your face closer into the fluffy cloud that your brain fails to identify what is most likely a pillow. Out of instinct, you lick your lips as more of that tantalizing aruma is wafted over to you. Nose and stomach working together to force your eyelids open, hoping to spot the object of your sudden hunger.
You were still on the couch. However you were now laid down with a blanket (which you recognized as having been from your room) tucking you in as a throw pillow was used to cushion your head.
As comfy as you were, the knowing that you had not fallen asleep like that caused you to jolt up in fear.
He had positioned you like that.
How could you have forgotten the killer roommate you have landed yourself with?
Were you really that idiotic to rest in the presence of him?
Or did you even fall asleep?
…..It felt more like you fainted while sitting down. Which could explain why Jungkook could’ve figured you fell asleep and decided to grace you with a blanket and pillow. There was no way you managed to lull off with all that dread and anxiety in your system.
“Sleeping beauty finally decided to wake up?”
His voice called out from the kitchen, where you suspected the smell to be stemming from.
You didn’t respond. Not knowing how to but also being too groggy to think strategically on how to foot the eggshells you had to walk on.
He emerged with two plates in hand, smiling in a way that showed off his rounded teeth and crinkled his puppy-like eyes. Whilst waltzing over, he said “I was really looking forward to cooking with you. But, you needed your rest so I understand. We always have tomorrow. You’re really adorable when you sleep you know? Even the drool…” His speech came to a halt when he plopped himself onto the floor below you, placing the duo of plates onto the coffee table.
“It was nice cooking after so long. I hope you like it. I put lots of thought into it.” A fork was handed to you.
You positioned your body closer to inspect the meal.
It appeared to be normal….smelled normal….
But could this be poisoned?
It would be foolish to consume something a killer prepared just for you. What is keeping him from plopping a lethal ingredient in there just waiting for you to slurp up?
Beside you, Jungkook was already wolfing his portion down. It was slightly revolting until you remembered that he had been locked up for some time now, factory-made cafeteria meals being the food he was costumed to.
So his meal was safe….but what about yours?
How could you guarantee that your meal hadn’t been tampered with?
He wouldn’t digest something deadly, so all you had to do was get him to eat something from your plate. Only after that, would you eat from it.
But how do you do that?
A disgusting idea popped in your head. An idea you had no choice but to act out.
“Jungkook?”
He snapped his head back at you, eager that you initiated a line of communication for the very first time in person.
“Can we feed each other? Just once….” You trailed off. God, the proposition sounded shady and awkward even to yourself. Yet you pleaded that he took the bait. If he was indeed as smitten with you as you had suspected, he would gladly take any affection he could get.
His jaw dropped, not enough for it to be comical but enough for it to be left slightly ajar.
Then he nodded, really fast like a bobble head.
You gathered some pasta on your fork from the plate belonging to you and hung it in the air, only for him to capture it with his mouth like a phraha a second later. Next he did the same to you.
After this, you concluded that if your food was deadly, then at least you took Jungkook down with you. You reluctantly ate the rest at a slow pace, surprised at the above average quality.
“Wanna watch a movie?” Jungkook excitedly suggested next.
You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. You lived to serve at this moment.
You had offered to clean up, trying to stroke his ego by stating that he was kind enough to cook and you should at least do your part. He blushed madly as you stood up on shaky legs and gathered the plates to take to the kitchen.
From your station at the sink, you heard the television start up which could only mean he was beginning the search for a film. You set the water at a lukewarm temperature with low pressure, wanting to take your time with the task and prolong your next interaction with him. As you slowly scrubbed circles over and over again on the same plate, your ears perked to any sound coming from the neighbouring living room.
The suspected ‘ba doom’ sound of the Netflix being turned on echoed in your tiny apartment. Being a homebody, you were a tad annoyed that he could just barge right in and make himself right at home. But you bit your tongue and let the iron liquid coat your tastebuds, a death wish only an utterance away.
You took about three minutes on each plate, forty seconds for the forks. You contemplated taking longer but didn’t want to push it anymore than you already have. With shaky hands, you dried off with a dish rag and slowly crept back into the living room (which was now illuminated by the pixelated screen of your humming television).
Jungkook was now innocently plopped where your laid body was prior, relaxed with one arm thrown back and the other holding the remote. His lengthy legs were spread out in a classic man spread, not obnoxiously so but enough to hint at his comfortability. He perked up at the sound of your incoming presence and like an eager pup motioned pathetically for you to take your place beside him. You did so without complaint.
The millisecond you took your seat, the muscular arm from behind jolted forwards to curl around your shoulders. The weight of the limb served as a warning and a blockade.
His cherub like face neared yours to the point of being able to feel the degree of warmth of his breath on your face. You refused to break eye contact with the list of shows and movies that painted the screen.
“What kind of movie do you want to watch?” The breathiness of his voice was even more intimate sounding with him so in your face like this.
‘Don’t poke the bear.’
“Whatever you want.” You responded, still not bringing yourself to make eye contact with his bottomless, glass-like orbs.
He turned his head away from you and tilted it, releasing a ‘tsk’ and scrolling through more options on the home page.
You watched with interest somewhat spiked as he sifted through the films. Just exactly what would an inmate wish to watch on his first day free from prison? Would he want to laugh and release the tension? Would he want to watch a romance to feed his undying hunger for affection? Or would he-
No way.
You watched as Jungkook’s search paused once he hit a certain movie.
It was a horror movie.
You turned to face him, eyes without a doubt blown out in shock.
He faced you, eyebrow quirked up. “You in?”
You didn’t say anything. You couldn’t say anything. You turned back to face the screen. Jungkook clicked the play button and thus you began to watch a film about a killer beside a real one.
It wasn’t until a scene of a girl getting her head bashed in, that Jungkook made a noise.
A laugh, actually.
He leaned over to your ear, as if you two were in a crowded movie theatre instead of your private home, and said; “Real killing isn’t like that….take it from me.”
--
You watched the ending credits begin to roll onto the tv.
Your emotions being an odd cocktail of half despair, half relief and a pinch of exhaustion.
Despair for it meant that you couldn’t just distract yourself with a movie now, you’d have to face your new guest. Relief because everytime the killer would murder someone, it would trigger you to cringe and stiffen due to the person whom was sitting right beside you. And exhaustion because...well, that one was rather self-explanatory. It was getting late and this had been the most human interaction you’ve had in a long time. You forgot how draining social interaction could be.
Jungkook wasted no time with turning the tv off. For a moment, with the tv dead and no more screams playing, it was just you two. Sitting in silence and darkness.
“Are you tired?” He asked, the lack of light enhancing his voice.
You risked a glance at him. The moonlight from the window illuminated the details of the sculpture that was his face. He was such an odd hybrid between a fresh boyish charm and the harsh brutality of manhood. For every sharp angle on his face, there was a rounded and plump aspect to even out the scale. It was like the very creator of him had bipolar tendencies at play, not being able to decide whether he should be a harmless neighbor boy or an arrogant stud. He was the product of a transitional period every woman goes through...from wanting a boy to a man. A harsh sting battered against your vertebrae as you couldn’t help but think, ‘which side where his victims fooled by? The raw sex appeal of a greek god or the clumsy, harmless child?’
“You look tired.” He inspected, without a doubt noting your lidded eyes. Jungkook had the ability to not be offended by lack of communication. He would happily carry on an exchange all by himself, filling in the blanks with ease. “Well, why don’t I wash up and we can head to bed?”
There was only one bed.
And Jungkook was very intent on sharing that bed with you.
Your eyes widened with fear at the context that he delivered between unsaid lines.
You were a woman with a much stronger and certified killer in your home, demanding that you ought to sleep together. Would it be smart to object?
No, not in the slightest.
But did you want to give in so easily? Maybe against all odds there was some sort of respect for you that he had, hidden deep behind the layers of insanity? A boundary even he wouldn’t push? Wouldn’t it be worth a shot if it meant that you could at least rest peacefully...without a butcher breathing down your neck?
‘Don’t poke the bear, don’t poke th-’ fuck it.
“You can take my bed.” Your meek voice offered. At this, Jungkook’s attention snapped to you at neck-breaking speed. Your blood ran cold at how rapid his previously doe eyes transformed into that furious gaze...a silent war-cry smothered within those inky irises….
“What?” He asked, voice dropping.
It was obvious he wasn’t pleased with your suggestion. But it was too late, if you could swallow your words back you would.
You wanted to cry.
That heinous stare was the farthest thing from the last sight you’d want to see before you die.
“I-I mean, I’m happy with the couch.” This was blurted out from your lips, surprising even you as instinctual damage control took over. “I’m sure you’d want your space and everyth-”
A gleeful giggle interrupted and you viewed with wonder as his face melted back into a lax expression of pleasure.
“Plum, you’re so funny.” he cackled delightfully. The arm around your shoulders made itself known once more by clasping harder at your docile frame. “The first thing I want to do after getting out of that hell hole is cuddle you in our little home.”
You froze.
He stood up, but the feeling of suffocation didn’t release it’s smothering hold on you.
“When I get out of the shower, I expect you in bed….waiting for me.”
And as if he knew this place like the back of his hand, he navigated quite easily to your restroom.
Like a victim of medusa herself, you remained sat still and shocked. Only movement being seen from you was the slight watering of your eyes in the form of a tear drop trailing down your cheek.
Faintly, you heard the familiar start up sound of your shower.
You snapped up and began pacing wildly as more and more tears joined the first.
The room began to close in on you with the vengeance of the devil himself. You weren’t sure if your heart was beating too fast...or not at all. It seemed to have a mind of its’ own at the moment. Your teeth decided to feast wildly on your bottom lip, viscous enough to draw blood and barely suppress your incoming cries. Panic was now bursting at the seams, a belated reaction that took this long to kick in.
“Fuck! What do I do? What do I do?” You stormed up and down the dimly lit room, feet patting almost as fast as your thoughts. “Think! Y/n think!” You whisper-yelled to yourself. As if your deductive reasoning skills needed some harsh belittling to finally start the job.
You at least had a couple minutes to yourself before you would have to face him once more. Surely you could come up what a strategy until then, right? You just had to think. Think. Think. Think!
You froze and faced the door.
The door that was the only entrance and exit to this lion’s den.
How you wished you could just blast through that damned gateway and flee like a bat out of hell. But you couldn’t…
Wait.
Your jaw dropped.
An epiphany struck…
You couldn’t leave the home.
But you could bring someone here.
Why didn’t you think of this before?!
911!
You nearly jumped up in joy, like a child who got what they wanted for Christmas.
You would just have to find your phone…
‘Okay okay calm down. Think. What were you doing before Jungkook came?’ You tried desperately to retrace your steps to relocate what possibly could be your last hope. You recollected life before his barging in, although that was only a few hours ago it already felt like a millennia had passed.
As the foggy puzzle pieces began to form, your eyes darted to the couch.
‘That’s right….you were reading before he came.’
With a new sense of urgency, you leapt to the sofa and feverishly dug through the cushions. It took a minute, for a second you weren’t sure if you were going to find it, but alas your search ended with a proud yelp as your hand managed to grasp at the missing phone.
Like an olympian whom just won his country a metal, you thrusted the phone in the air with a smile on your face and tears in your eyes, blown away at your own luck. With a renewed vigour, you unlocked your phone and hastily typed in your password (this was somewhat hard to do with shaky hands).
Your familiar homescreen glowed like a safe haven as it opened, sight so beautiful you could cry. You pressed the phone icon and waited for the keypad to appear. When it did, your fingers danced across the numbers.
‘9’
‘1’
“Just what do you think you are doing?” a growl pierced the air.
As if the device burned you, you dropped it. Heart sinking and face on fire, you turn and see Jungkook, leaning smugly against the arch leading from the living room to the hallway.
His face was stony and unreadable, eyes fixed on you as well as the phone. Pupils darting between you and the object every other second.
Your teeth chattered as you struggled to even get an excuse out.
Gracefully, Jungkook closed the space between you two and proceeded to pluck the electronic away from your pathetic claws.
He made eye contact. Searing and soul-baring eye contact.
Right before he thrust the phone onto the floor...stomping on it with all his weight, over and over again.
It wasn’t until your only way of communicating with the outside world was left in feeble metal smitherings that Jungkook was satisfied enough to stop the barbaric pounding.
He huffed and pouted his lips, “Sugar, I thought you were different.”
You cowered and kept your head low, not wanting to see his wrath up close.
“I expect you in bed darling. For real this time. No more silly games.”
Like an actor being told ‘cut’, he suddenly retreated back to the hallway, whistling a low tune as if his murderous persona was a second skin he can shred off with ease.
When you were left alone once again, you let your weak pile of bone crumble within themselves. You collapsed to the floor as a string of silent and dry sobs escaped your burned esophagus.
The sound to company your symphony of cries?
The water from the shower, that still had yet to pause despite no one being in it.
He had tested you.
And you failed.
--
Each person had their own version of heaven on earth.
Jungkook was certain he found his nirvana within you.
Your home was even more welcoming than what he had fantasized it to be whilst reading your letters.
Every trinket and photo you had was marveled at with great perplexity on his part.
He memorized every brand you used. From the types of garbage bags you got to the toothpaste you prefered (winter green over frosty mint). He wanted to be sure to get the right kinds when it comes time for him to venture out for you.
Although that will take a while, the press having to die down with his prison escape before he can comfortably go out. But when he can, he will. He wouldn’t want another Renjun incident on his hands, now would he?
For now, he was very much elated with the day-to-day he shared with you.
It usually began with him waking up beside you, an experience that he would never wish to have with someone else now that he’s had it with you. And could one blame him? What was the appeal of an average villager when compared to the refinement of an ethereal goddess? Even at the brink of dawn, Jungkook was a mere worshiper of your temple. When the sun decided to play with the smooth textures of your bedroom and eventually dance upon your form...he was breathless. Your skin shimmered like gold under its’ light, you sometimes shifting and groaning at the intrusion. Your strands a mess and your face slightly puffy and cherub -like. Weakened by the vital rem cycle, having no choice but to let Jungkook cradle you like the babe you were. If the angels decided to smile upon him that particular morning, you’d even nuzzle unknowingly into his chest.
After you awoke, is when the social behavior came into play.
Both you and Jungkook were not extroverted creatures. So in a way, you both could share a roomful of silence and still have no complaints to speak of. But gosh did Jungkook like seeing you flustered. Every morning he’d tease you about what you did the night prior; talking in your sleep, drooling, cuddling or even kicking and punching. The truth of these accusations mattered not, if it made you blush then Jungkook took it as a win in his book. Sadly, you weren’t the type to enjoy wasting time in bed. You’d jump up every morning and dash to the bathroom, not sharing Jungkook’s love of pillow talk. (At least this is what he thought this meant).
Next was breakfast. Most days Jungkook would make it. Other times he would plead (more like demand) you make it. The days in which he did so, the morning meal was rather elaborate and hearty. Waffles, pancakes, crepes, omelettes ect. He wanted you to be fed well, enjoying the melting of your features when you try his food and you couldn’t even deny the heightened quality. Other days, Jungkook wanted to eat something you made. You were very reluctant on this chore, resorting to a bowl of cereal or buttering some toast. Jungkook still felt so gooey and domestic nonetheless, complimenting your cheerios to milk ratio and taking over-dramatically big bites. You usually chose to do the dishes, Jungkook occasionally helping to fulfill a clingy desire.
After the meal was the morning to afternoon bit.
Jungkook liked watching shows in this time period. You would join him if you had no other needs to attend to. If you could, you would do laundry, cleaning, book organizing or anything really to avoid Jungkook. But sometimes it couldn’t be helped and you’d be forced by his side to watch a show or movie. You learned quick that he held a fondness for violence and romance. An odd mix that meant you would spend the first half of the day watching Kill Bill and the later half watching The Notebook. For either genre, he would have disturbing comments to add.
“He’s not even stabbing him right.”
“Ahh, Y/n we’re just like them, aren’t we? Except we have the better love story.”
Lunch followed.
Light and simple was the theme. Jungkook noticed that one of your favorites was grilled cheese, so this was a recurring meal on the menu. After that was afternoon lounging. You enjoyed reading while Jungkook rather draw. Often times, Jungkook would draw you reading.
He found you fascinating to study whilst you submerged yourself into other worlds. How your pupils would dilate ever so slightly when something shocking happened. How your lips would downturn when a character becomes distasteful. How your eyes would water when a tragic moment would unfold. How your nose would scrunch up with every cringey line.
It was every artists’ dream to have such a muse.
Jungkook would scramble to capture any expression you unknowingly released. Erase, erase and erase, over and over again until he did your face justice. Because there was no other enigma as brilliant as you.
Jungkook had himself convinced that the beauties of Aphrodite, Cleopatra and Marilyn Monroe were frauds with overzealous reputations about their magnetism and so called grace. Mere weeds compared to an exquisite rose such as you. Sometimes he felt too unworthy to be in your presence. Like you belonged in a masterpiece oil painting, another world that should be out of reach for scummy mortals. Yet at the same time, Jungkook refused to be starved of such a token.
He wanted to keep you safe in this little haven, away from the evil greed of the world that wished to taint you. May mankind only know of your pulchritude through drawings made by Jungkook. And even then they would have to rip it from his cold, dead hands. The last documentation of higher powers at work, occasionally sending one of their best seraphs down to blessed the cursed earth.
Supper was a joint effort.
Jungkook made sure that you would help make dinners with him, making it a mission to go through that old cookbook with you.
He liked making you do the majority of the work, if it were any other way then how exactly would he be able to back hug you while you cook? The only exception to this rule was when chopping or slicing was involved. Jungkook refused to let risk beseech you.
After dinner, you’d each tip toe around how to spend your evening.
Jungkook would push for talking and spending intimate time together.
While you would act extra lethargic, ‘yawning’ and slowing your movements. Half the time, Jungkook bought the act and let you rest. Other times, he would demand you talk to him over a cup of coffee or tea.
This was the general template for yours and Jungkook’s twenty four hour schedule.
It had been going for a week.
Heaven for him.
Purgatory for you.
Luckily, this wouldn’t last another week.
One of you couldn’t survive while the other did as well.
You two were living on borrowed time.
--
She was a woman of pride.
But pride was apparently the last thing one this woman’s mind as she staggered through the hallway, eyes carefully looking at each passing apartment number.
Eyeliner smudged, floral dress wrinkled and face pitiful; she was the personification of the infamous ‘walk of shame’.
If said shame was the lack of motherly love and maternal instincts.
Her nerves were high-strung (borderline neurotic) as seen through her paranoid eye shifts and watery hiccups.
She halted her rush when she spotted the familiar three digit numbers on a particular door. Skipping the etiquette of knocking, the lady whipped out a key and proceeded to open the door for herself.
When she entered the home, she slammed the front door closed before wildly dashing into the main area of the living space. Heading swinging from side to side, she observed every corner for any hint of life.
“Mom?”
The lady turned around at this and let out a cry of relief at the sight of you. She leapt towards you with arms outreached and pulled you into her chest like a mother hen. “Why haven’t you been answering my calls, Y/n?! I know I said some awful things and I’m so sorry but I can’t lose you too baby. Not after your sister. Please forgive me.” she sobbed.
Due to her nervous breakdown, the older was not able to recognize her daughter’s pale face and petrified gaze. Either that or she assumed it was do to their recent spat and the unexpected visit/wellness check.
“M-mom, get out now.” You looked seriously at her, trying to break through any realm of emotion and get her out. Your safety not being a concern so much as you wanted to spare the only family you had left. Jungkook was in the bathroom, but there was no telling how long that can last. Given he loves testing you.
“What?! What do you mean?!” Your mother shrieked.
“Listen, it’s not safe just g-”
“Is this my mother in law?”
Jungkook stalked forward from behind your mother. He carried a soft smile that did not reach his eyes, traces of a boyish charm long gone.
Your mother’s jaw dropped and a horrified screech came next, “Mother in law?!”
She looked at you for explanation. But you couldn’t say anything. You looked away with shame. Not shame due to the innuendo but shame due to what you know Jungkook might do to you later….
Your face must have told your mother a different story however.
Her features lifted up to make a face of anger, her status of sobriety under question as a few alcoholic drinks or so could very likely be to blame for a short fuse.
“What kind of girl are you Y/n?! Have you no shame?! Your sister would have never-”
It happened so quick.
Like whiplash.
You didn’t even know what happened until you felt warm spurts of liquid splash across your face.
Out of instinct you closed your eyes. And when you opened them, you saw a knife plunged into your mother’s neck. Jungkook was holding her body up as if to proudly display his new victim, refusing to just let her slump over to the ground.
Her neck splurged and goozed, the sounds echoing in your eardrums.
Whoever said that you can watch the light leave someone’s eyes as they die was lying.
No light left your mother’s eyes.
The spike of anger, confusion and terror stayed in those orbs until the very end.
(gif literally has nothing to do with anything lmao but it’s sasha fierce so sue me)
Omg this is so bad, might delete later bc honestly im not too hyped for this one. Srry for any mistakes, I’m super tired rn and I had a project to do, so I had to stay up a lil late than usual. ALSO my birthday is next Monday (@my mom for giving birth to me on a very inconvenient week day like wtf) and im gonna be chilling with some friends this weekend, so I figured its best to try to update now. THERES GONNA BE A PART TWO FOR THIS, trust me we still got like a handful of plot points to get through.
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Written By: @themadamelibrarian & @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Lucifer/Sam Winchester Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Lucifer (Supernatural), Sam Winchester Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Porn, Angelcest, Daddy!Kink, Spanking, Of the fun variety, Light Bondage, Orgasm Denial, Anal Sex, Double Anal Penetration, Age Regression/De-Aging, Non Sexual Age Regression, cursing, wing!kink, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Insecure!Lucifer, Nesting, Regressed!Lucifer, Disapproving!Dean, Do you want to build a demon?, Bottom!Gabriel, Top!Sam, Switch!Lucifer, Cuddling Series: Part 2 of Loving Heart Summary: It's fairly soon after Lucifer realizes that he's safe and that he's not going to be punished by Dean, Castiel, Sam and Gabriel for his past sins. He finds most comfort in Gabriel and Sam, but he still has difficulties expressing his love for them.
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Chapter 1
It’d been nearly a year since Lucifer had accepted the fact that the other inhabitants of the bunker, namely Castiel, Gabriel and then the Winchesters, weren’t going to punish him for past sins. Since then, the angels had built their nest in Lucifer’s room and now more often than not the five of them would end up there, curled around each other like a pile of newborn kittens. Other than that the day to day lives of the hunters hadn’t changed all that much. They still went out to kill the monsters threatening innocent lives while Lucifer and Gabriel hung back and did their own thing. They’d found early on that for the average hunt having two archangels, a seraph and two seasoned hunters was over kill.
On this particular night, the two eldest angels found themselves just enjoying the quiet of their home while the others took care of a werewolf four states away. Gabriel also used this as an opportunity to continue his mission to make sure Lucifer stayed current on the latest movies. So that’s how the previous Lord and Master of Hell found himself curled up in the nest while Gabriel loaded Frozen into their disk player.
“You’ll love it, Luci’. You can’t go wrong with Disney.” Gabriel chirped happily as he bounded back to the nest and burrowed into the blankets piled in the center.
Lucifer laughed and snuggled deeper under the covers. “If you say so, Gabriel,” he said.
“I don’t say so, I know so. Now shush...it’s starting.” Gabriel said as he leaned against Lucifer.
Twenty minutes into the movie and Gabriel raised his eyebrow at the screen. “I may have been wrong about this movie. Is it just me or is the relationship Kristoff has with that reindeer disturbingly close?”
“Thanks for putting mental images in my head that I don’t want,” Lucifer said with a shudder. “Say, Gabe. . . “ He grinned at his younger brother. “Do you wanna build a demon?” he sang to the tune of “Do You Wanna Build a Snowman?”
Gabriel scoffed as he playfully shoved Lucifer. “No, I don’t. You tried that once and look how Lilith turned out. All creepy white eyes and vapid.”
“Yes, Lilith had some flaws. But she was my first. Now Cain. . .” Lucifer chuckled. “He was a masterpiece. One of the best. As well as Alastair.”
Gabriel nodded as he thought about it. “I’ll give you kudos for Cain for the sacrifice factor but Alastair was a sadistic narcissist.” Gabriel stopped and tilted his head in thought. “Or was that pride?”
“Definitely pride, but that pride was well deserved,” Lucifer purred softly. “Alastair was an artist with a bloody canvas. His nickname was Picasso with a Razor, after all.”
Rolling his eyes, Gabriel turned his head from where it rested on Lucifer’s stomach. “You realize that Picasso was nearsighted and couldn’t line up eyes properly, right?”
“Where do you think the Picasso lineage came from, brother mine?” Lucifer asked with an arched brow.
“Great, another artist inspired by demon kind. As if we needed more of them after the dark and middle ages.” He said, rolling back over to watch the movie. “But to answer your original question, No I don’t want to build a demon. I built a platypus already. My life goals are complete"
Lucifer laughed. “So are mine.” He paused. “Never mind. Sam’s still on the list.”
Gabriel sat up suddenly and glared at Lucifer like he’d just tried to steal away a favorite toy. Which in the Trickster’s mind, wouldn’t be too far from the truth. For months he’d been harboring a crush, for lack of a better description, on the youngest Winchester, but hadn’t worked up the nerve to do anything about it. “Sam?! What the hell is Sam doing on your bucket list?”
Lucifer coughed. “Nothing, it’s nothing of importance,” he said hastily.
“I call bullshit, Morningstar.” Gabriel snorted as he crossed his arms over his chest. “What are you wanting with Sam?”
Lucifer gave his brother a plaintive look. “Nope. Not saying.” He mimed locking his lips and throwing away the key.
“Well, whatever you’re planning you can just forget about it.” Gabriel unwound himself and crawled out of the nest, clearly disturbed, but not wanting to admit to Lucifer that he has feelings for the human. He wasn’t even completely sure if Sam was even into men, but there were subtle hints that it was a possibility. So subtle that Gabriel figured that Dean didn’t even guess at his own brothers preferences.
“Oh, and why is that, Gabriel?” Lucifer asked, giving his brother a look. “Is it because you have feelings for him?”
Gabriel sighed as he ran his hand through his hair. “Maybe..I don’t know.”
Lucifer smiled warmly “You do,” he hummed.
“Yea, well. I’m too chicken to tell him. What if he doesn’t even like males? I’m too set in this vessel to go changing now.” Gabriel turned to look at his brother forlornly.
Lucifer gave his younger brother a look. “Did it ever occur to you to ask me since I’ve inhabited Sam Winchester?” he asked. “Sam’s bi, he goes for both genders.”
“Really?” Gabriel’s face brightened at the news but it didn’t last long. “So, does you having plans for him mean you want him too?”
“Can you blame me?” Lucifer asked softly, almost too soft for Gabriel to hear. “He’s helped me, a lot. Not saying the rest of you haven’t, but it’s. . . it’s different with Sam, you know?” He shrugged. “Just. . . the way I’ve always felt. But like he’s ever going to consider me as a dating partner. I mean, yeah, I know he’s forgiven me and all, but I still am not exactly the kind of man you want to bring home to big brother.”
“No one wants to be brought home to Dean.” Gabriel said with a shrug. “Except maybe Cas.” Sighing he crawled back into the nest and curled against Lucifer’s side. “What a pair we are. Both of us the first born of the Host and scared of what a human thinks. A really great human.”
Lucifer nodded, tucking himself around his brother. “One of Father’s best.” he agreed, nosing Gabriel’s hair. An idea struck him. “Gabe. What if weboth approach Sam?” he asked. “Like. . . Together. Offer us as a package deal?”
“I don’t know, Luci’. Us as a package deal for Sam might freak him out.” Gabriel toyed with the collar of Lucifer’s shirt. “It’s toeing a few human taboos.”
“Like Sam hasn’t broken a few human taboos and a couple of the supernatural ones as well,” Lucifer pointed out. “I mean, the stuff he did with Ruby. . . “ he whistled. “And the couple other things. . . well, Sam’s not as clean cut and neat like Dean is in the bedroom.”
“We really need to get you and Castiel to stop gossiping about Dean.” Gabriel said with a chuckle.
Lucifer chuckled and shrugged. “But it’d work, don’t you think?”
“It might. How do we go about it? Wine him and dine him?” Gabriel asked as he pulled back to look up at Lucifer.
Lucifer hummed as he thought. “Bluntness is usually the best course of action with Sam,” he said. “No tricks. Just lay out what we want on the table, and let him know it’s up for negotiation. Both in and out of the bedroom, although we should start with out of the bedroom first.”
“That sounds reasonable. But I would suggest we do it when Dean is out of the bunker.” Gabriel laid back and stared at the ceiling above as he thought of the logistics of asking someone to participate in such a relationship. “The last thing we want is for him to go Papa Bear on our asses.”
Lucifer shuddered. “Agreed. Say, think we should send the lovebirds on vacation?” he said, looking over at Gabriel. “Motel out in Cali, along the beach, honeymoon suite, the whole kit and kaboodle?”
“I know Cas would enjoy it.” He turned and smiled at Lucifer. “Not sure Dean would but he’s a sucker for making Cas happy.”
Lucifer nodded and smiled back. “So, we should come up with our own things that we want from Sam so we know exactly what we’re presenting him with.” He said. “Or each other,” he added underneath his breath.
“I’m a simple being. I just want him. To be with him and make him smile.” Gabriel turned on his side and wound his fingers with Lucifer’s. “But you. Our history runs so far back it’s hard to quantify us.”
Lucifer smiled and squeezed his interlinked hand. “It does, doesn’t it?” he agreed. “Lots of history. Good and bad.”
“The big question is are we ready to take this kind of step with each other?” Gabriel looked a bit worried. “It’s been a very long time since either of us have been with our own kind.”
Lucifer cupped the side of his face with his free hand. “I think we are,” he admitted.
Gabriel leaned towards Lucifer and kissed him softly to test the waters, so to speak. His lips moved tentatively as a thrill ran through him at kissing someone who mattered to him and wasn’t dismissible when it was over. Someone he cared about and cared for him in return.
Lucifer moved his hand to the back of his brother’s head and returned the kiss with a soft sigh, feeling like a spark of electricity went through him at the idea of being someone who actually liked him for him, who didn’t care about what he had done in the past.
Letting out a needy sounding whimper, Gabriel grasped Lucifer’s waist with his free hand, leaning further into the kiss. The tip of his tongue flicking across the older angel’s plump bottom lip. “Luci’.” He whispered as the desire for more was quickly growing inside him.
“Gabe,” Lucifer whispered back, running his hand down Gabriel’s back with a light touch, still holding on tightly to Gabriel’s other hand. “Want you. Need you.” He’s felt these desires before, but never had they arisen so quickly. It scared and excited the older angel and he dove back into the younger’s mouth, desperate and needy for more.
Gabriel rolled so that he was draped on top of Lucifer, his thigh falling in between his brother’s. Licking his way into Lucifer’s mouth, his hands rucked up his shirt in search of the warm flesh underneath. Finding what he craved, Gabriel carefully scraped his nails along Lucifer’s abdomen, drawing out tantalizing sounds from the other angel.
Lucifer moaned quietly, so soft it could barely be heard as he used his own hands to push up Gabriel’s shirt, running his hands gently up and down the expanse of Gabriel’s back, trapping his brother’s leg with his own.
Pulling back from the kiss with a gasp for air, he looked down at Lucifer as he rolled his hips. The slide of his hardening cock against the blade of Lucifer’s hip dragged a low, filthy moan from his throat.
Lucifer moaned low as he arched his back and tilted his head, exposing the long column of his pale throat. He rolled his hips in reply, his own hardening cock gliding smoothly against Gabriel’s thigh.
“Heylel.” The smaller archangel whispered as he kissed down Lucifer’s throat to nip at his exposed collarbone. Shifting his thigh to grind against Lucifer. “Please tell me you’re a top.”
Lucifer groaned and ground back against Gabriel. “I’m whatever you want me to be, Gabe,” he whispered, leaning up to nip at Gabriel’s jaw. “Can be either or.”
Gabriel sighed happily as he reached down between them to palm at Lucifer’s erection. “Then I want you inside me.”
Lucifer groaned and rocked his hips up and into Gabriel’s hand. “Then I suggest you hop on, the,” he whispered.
Sitting up, Gabriel peeled off his shirt and tossed it into the jumble of blankets in the nest. “This’ll add a new and interesting layer of smells to the nest.” He smiled as he ran a hand down Lucifer’s chest. “And that’s what you have too many of. Layers.”
Lucifer laughed and pulled his shirt off and tossed it onto the floor. “Better?” he teased.
“Much.” Gabriel pushed his sleep pants off his legs and moved to straddle Lucifer’s hips as he snaps his fingers, willing a bottle of lube into his hand. “Care to help me get ready for you?”
“Of course,” Lucifer hummed, sitting up slightly and taking the lube out of Gabriel’s hand. He opened it and poured a generous amount onto his fingers, warming it up a bit before reaching around and beginning to run his finger lightly over his brother’s hole. “One day,” he breathed into Gabriel’s ear. “I wanna open you up with my tongue, taste you.”
“Oh fuck, Heylel.” He moaned as he pushed his hips back in an attempt to get Lucifer’s fingers into him. “Want that too. Want your tongue in me while I suck you.”
Lucifer groaned and slowly pushed the first finger in. “Fuck, Gabriel,” he whispered. “Yes, I’d love that. Having two things filling you up, getting you nice and wet for me. And let me tell you, you’ll be so thankful for my tongue by the time I deem you’re ready for my cock. It’ll open you up so nicely as I slide right in, attacking these lips.” He brought his free hand and ran his thumb along Gabriel’s lower lip. “Bet these get nice and shiny and wet when you suck me off, with the prettiest red color.”
“Let’s find out.” Gabriel bit at the pad of his brother’s thumb before backing away without breaking eye contact. “Gonna suck you right now while you fuck me open with those lovely, long fingers of yours.” He swung his legs around so that he was kneeling beside Lucifer, presenting his ass in the air. Reaching into Lucifer’s pants, Gabriel pulled out his hard cock and gave it a few strokes before wrapping his lips around the tip, sucking lightly as if he were kissing it.
Lucifer groaned and pressed his finger deeper into Gabriel’s plush rear. “Fuck, Gabe, your mouth,” he praised. His second finger absently rubbed the outside of Gabriel’s rim, his free hand coming up to grab his brother’s ass.
“Knew my lollipop habit would pay off.” Gabriel groaned at the feel of Lucifer’s finger stroking inside him. Opening his mouth a little wider, he took Lucifer in as far as he could go, his hand stroking along the part of the shaft he couldn’t fit. Hollowing his cheeks, Gabriel drew up to the tip and swirled his tongue over the slit.
Lucifer moaned and rocked his hips gently, his head resting back on his shoulders as he slowly inserted the second finger into Gabriel. “Fuck, you’re good, yes, keep doing that,” he groaned.
With sharp intake of breath, he twisted his hips, driving Lucifer’s fingers deeper into him as his muscles clench around them. “I won’t stop if you don’t.” Swallowing Lucifer’s cock once more, he started moving quickly up and down the hard length of him, all the while moaning and whimpering around him. Gabriel’s own cock hanging heavy between his legs, leaving a clear trail of precome on Lucifer’s chest.
Lucifer began to scissor Gabriel open, swearing elegantly as he did so. His hips rocked in time to Gabriel’s bobbing, his other hand still grabbing and squeezing Gabriel’s rear.
“Oh..oh..right there, Heylel..” Gabriel plead as he pulled off of Lucifer’s cock to take his own in hand, lazily stroking as pleasurable pressure courses through him, building up into what he expects will be a phenomenal orgasm. “Could come from your fingers alone.”
“Oh, I’m sure you can,” Lucifer chuckled, giving Gabriel a light spank as he inserted the third finger. “And maybe one day, we’ll explore that, hmmm? But I want to see you ride me, wanna feel you clenching around my cock as you lose control.”
“Please…” Gabriel moaned as he released the grip on his cock “Give it to me..need to feel your cock in me..I’m so damned ready.”
Lucifer withdrew his fingers and landed another smack on his ass. “Hurry up, then,” he growled softly.
“Anyone ever tell you that you’re bossy?” Gabriel grinned as he turned around to face him. Unfurling his wings with a flap that sounded like sun dried sheets snapping in the wind. Grabbing the base of Lucifer’s cock, he guided the head to his slicked hole and slowly lowered himself down. His mouth falling open in a silent moan, he kept going until he got his brother buried deep inside with their hips flush together.
Lucifer groaned and arched his back, bringing out his own wings as Gabriel made sure he was buried deep inside of him. His long fingers gripped Gabriel’s hips tightly, hard enough to bruise the skin beneath of them, looking up at his brother. “Fuck, Gabe, you’re gorgeous,” he said softly.
Leaning down, Gabriel kissed him softly as he rolled his hips, moving in slow circles to enjoy the pleasurable burn of being stretched open on his brother’s cock. “Not as beautiful as you, my Morningstar.” He panted out.
Lucifer kissed him back just as softly, rubbing small circles on Gabriel’s hips with his thumbs. “If you say so.” he groaned out. He rolled his hips underneath of him as a counter to his brother’s. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he added, kissing him again. “My Messenger.”
Groaning into the kiss, Gabriel lifted himself up to the tip of Lucifer’s cock before slamming his hips down again. The motion dragging a choked sob from Gabriel’s throat. With quick, sharp movements his hand clawed at Lucifer’s side. His cries filling the room as he sought to get as close to his brother as possible. “More, Heylel. Need more.”
Lucifer roughly kissed Gabriel as he began to snap his hips furiously against Gabriel’s. His nails digging into his hips, leaving half moon indentations into the tender skin. “This enough or do you need even more?” he rasped against Gabriel's lips.
Reaching around Lucifer’s shoulders, Gabriel dug his fingers into the downy lining of his wings as his moans turn into guttural gasps as the edge of his orgasm rushed on. “Per..perfect.”
Lucifer gasped and grabbed tightly onto the soft gold primary feathers of his brother’s wings, bucking his hips up vigorously into his brother. “Come on, Gabe, cum for me,” he groaned. “Cum for me.”
Opening his golden eyes to look into Lucifer’s, his jaw dropping open in a silent scream, his back arching up as his cock jerked between them. Come spurting in thick ropes, leaving behind a coating on Lucifer’s stomach.
Lucifer managed to thrust into Gabriel a few more times before slamming Gabriel’s hips down onto his own as he came deep inside of him.
Wings quivering above them, Gabriel clenched around Lucifer as he rode him through both of their peaks. When most of the shudders and spasms had passed, Gabriel slumped against his brother’s shoulder with a contented sigh, his grace singing within him in a way that he’d not experienced in millennia, perhaps even eons. “I’ve missed feeling someone real.”
Lucifer panted and held his brother close, running gentle hands up and down his back. He nodded in agreement. “I’ve missed feeling someone in general.” he admitted.
Tilting his face, he placed a soft kiss just below Lucifer’s ear. “You have me now.” He whispered. “Barring everything else, you’ll have me, Heylel.”
Lucifer shivered and buried his nose into his brother’s hair. “Thank Father for that,” he whispered back.
With a slight wince, Gabriel shifted, letting Lucifer slip out of him so that he could curl up against his side. His finger trailing through the mess he left behind while he thought. “Do you really think this will work? I mean with you, me and Sam?”
“I think it will,” Lucifer said. “We’ll need to work as a team, but we’ve done that before. Just have faith, brother.”
“Faith. I almost forget what that’s like.” Gabriel said softly as he wrapped his wing around them. “But I can try.”
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Sky And The Forces Of The Multiverse, Chapter 7
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Sky pressed her ear to the dojo door, trying to listen into the conversation, which was a little hard with Melanie trying to listen in too. Not that she minded, she was pretty nosy in wanting to know everything anyway, but she kept moving around, trying to find the perfect spot for her ear. To be fair, Sky could pretty much guess why Hekapoo was here, the archives were gonna be discovered eventually, not like there was much she could do about it. Especially when you draw the entire universe to it by setting off traps, Sky was probably only surprised it took this long for them to show up at all. Their voices were muffled, but when they yelled it was easier to make out their words, and boy was Hekapooo pissed. Well, normally she was pissed almost every time Sky saw her, but that was usually cause whenever she did see her, her mom and her would argue. No doubt still not on the best of terms from times in the past and the Eclipsa trial. Honestly the commission was probably better off sending Rhombulus for this stuff, but then again he might've forgotten why he was here or spilled some secrets if he did show up. Though he did yell louder then hekapoo.
"I can barely hear them...." Sky Shhed her, listening closely, she heard only little bits and pieces, but she had what she could assume to be enough. " THE ARCHIVES-.....COMPLETE WRECK....." "WELL-....LOOK-.....THE WAND IS FINE!" Sky grumbled, this was so annoying, if only she knew a spell for this... "Mel, you got your phone?" The girl's eyes shifted, "Er.....yes?." Sky sighed, "What's the catch?". "My phone might be....dead?" "MEL!!" "Aw c'mon sky you know how much i love mobile games....it's s addictingggg...." Then someone tapped her on the shoulder and she grumbled to see Bernard handing her his phone, "Honestly it's probably bad for me to be helping you spy on a private conversation, but after witnessing magic, and a crazy weird demon lady exciting a fiery portal, sounds like this might be worth hearing about... tie something around it and slip it under the door after you hit record...". Before Sky could even begin to respond Melaine had already untied her whole shoelace, tieing it tightly around the phone, hitting the record and slipping it under the door to catch anything going on in the room. "Thanks bernie!!", He sighed, "Well, your phone went dead and there's no way her strange communication device is fitting under there..." Sky stopped pressing her ear against the door, rubbing her wand with her cheek, "Um...thanks dude...?". He shrugged, "It's not a big deal, a friend of mel's is a friend of mine.....as long as i get that phone back after you finish listening to everything....that's probably gonna take a lot of space on it...". Sky stood up, watching mel clutch the other end of the shoelace to stand next to him, she pulled out her compact for new updates on her friends. She eyed the boy, "You know, you're taking the whole "Magic" thing a little too well....for mel i get it, you look...." "Unfazed? Sorry, you missed my initial reaction the day the Diaz's grandkids came over and a blast of fire like a volcano brought about a demonic carriage with a bunch of half-demons inside, at this point I have no reason to be surprised...", She pointed at him, her voice becoming more awkward, "Oh....right....that...". "I assume you come from somewhere similar? Though i will say you look nothing like a demon..." "No, my kind, we live above that world....long story....we'll have to tell you some time when i'm not cut for time myself", he smiled before pulling out a small bit of rope from his pocket, and proceeded to tie it and tie it until he made a curious knot and placed it in her hands, "There, when you see that knot, you'll remember to explain to me....well, you'll remember me at least....". She awkwardly pocketed the trinket, "Um....thanks.....", he didn't see to be bothered by her tone though, maybe he was used to that kind of reaction? "I'm sure you're curious why i'm helping you spy?", Bernard crossed his arms, watching melaine as sky glanced to him. "Yeah, i think that's worth asking....you some sort of trickster?", he smiled, "Oh, i'm no trickster, never been much for pranks or messing with anyone....". He closed his eyes, smile remaining, "I'm mostly helping because whatever was going on back there....sounded like you should know about it. Parents shouldn't be keeping secrets like that personally...". "You're helping because of that?" "Ok, technically i may be helping because melaine would be upset otherwise if i did nothing, but to be fair, since you're a princess..right? Kinda seems unfair she'd kick you out of something should concern you too...", he wasn't wrong, sky shrugged, "It's something I'm used to, it's not fair, but it's what you get when you're the most incompetent princess ever..". Suddenly Mel pulled the phone out and scrambled to get away from the door before it burst open, Star angrily stomping out first, Hekapoo afterwards, "WE NEED TO CONSIDER IT AS AN OPTION!! STAR!!". The queen turned around, furious, her face reddened, "NO WE DON'T!! NOW LEAVE!!!!". The woman sighed, "Fine, we'll see what the rest of the commission and the other kingdoms have to say then!!!". Star grumbled at her, "FINE!!!", the other woman left quickly and Star turned to her daughter, "Sky, let's go home, it's getting late, we have dinner to get to, you're friends have things to do....let's go....". She reached out for her arm but Sky pulled away, she couldn't leave now, the recording! "Wait mom, let me just...say goodbye to my friends real quick....ok?", Star palmed her face, clearly still pent up about whatever she'd been arguing about. "Sure...sure...go ahead...just...sorry...", She sat down on the ground, the redness fading and her voice growing more soft as Sky pulled the humans aside. Whatever she'd be yelling about, it must have made her furious. But Sky'd have to figure out later as she talked to the humans,"Ok, we can't listen right now with my mom there so here's this. bernard, send mel the recording, she can report back to me what it said, we good?". "Spying on the business of people I don't know, meeting literal demons and queens, watching people conjure clouds from nowhere, I've only lived in echo creek for a little bit and it's already more interesting then back home.", Sky snickered, before holding out her compact to show him something, "Here, that's Landon's compact number, i dunno if it works with your phones but it's worth a shot...". He looked her over, suspicious of her actions, but his smile returned as fast as it went, "You know something...don't you?". "Just write down the number, you and landon wanna clearly hang out again, and i'm giving you an offer, take it.....consider it my sorta "thanks". Sky probably should know better to get this new kid involved in any of this, but at the same time something about him felt trustworthy, it was odd. Then again anyone who was crazy enough to be friends with melaine was probably worth trusting to begin with. The boy scribbled it on the back of his hand as Sky pulled from them, turning to her mom, "Ok....let's go....". Then melaine wrapped her arms around sky, hugging her, "Call me soon ok! I wanna know how the thing is going....". The princess sighed, turning around to give her a proper hug, "I'll make sure to tell you everything we learned when I can ok? In the meantime keep theorizing alright?". The human smiled, "Well I have been considering the idea of you from an alternate universe showing up here to-". Sky hugged her to lightly hit her, "Ok mel, I'll see you soon...". Star grabbed her daughter's arm and sky waved back at the human as she was dragged through a portal. - The sound of almost ear killing barking could be heard echoing through the dark corridors as Landon took his company down to Lucy's den. She was allowed to walk around the underworld when she felt like it but her size meant to always keep an eyes on where she was at all times. Lucky for him, she was always waiting in her den when it was feeding time. So i'm assuming based on the fact that your castle was moving earlier cause of her....she's pretty big?", the boy sighed, "Too big to handle honestly, we all wanted a pet but mom is allergic to cats and though my dad has like...ALOT or rabbits, we were kinda hoping for a pet of our own....so i guess dad thought..."HEY! Three boys? Three headed dog!"." He shook his head and though she couldn't see Celeste could tell he was rolling his eyes, "Dad's weird....though honestly Lucy's great....just...she was bigger then we expected. Though she is smaller then our grandmother, so i guess if she gets loose we always know who to call...". The brunette looked around as she descended some stairs behind him, "So....your mom likes living down here?". "Likes it? Yeah kinda, Mom never minded Dad being like, a monster....they sorta got used to it after awhile. Mom even eats the food, though they kinda avoid anything that probably still alive...", He proceeded down the stairs, "What's it to you?". She rolled her eyes, "None of your business, your guests can ask questions y'know...", but he snorted, "Oh really? Then i suppose if you just ask to know all the secrets of the kingdom i'm obliged to tell you or something right miss teardrop?". "Don't test me....", Landon turned right around at her words. "This is MY kingdom!". "Pfft, I thought it was gonna be your brother's kingdom...?" Landon looked about to strnage her until Galexia suddenly popped between them, "Hey now, no need to get upset. We came to see the puppy right? I wanna see your puppy!". Landon huffed and turned around, "Fine, let's get back to chores before....my parents lecture me.....". He proceeded to give Celeste the cold shoulder as he approached a rather large door, opening it up to reveal a rather large room with a gigantic dog bed in the corner, and quite a few large dog toys spread about, only making the girls wonder where you got something like this on mewni. Landon put a couple of fingers inside his mouth and let out a whistle, and before his fingers left his mouth the ground started to shake as a large three headed, black dog bounded it's way over. She was wearing a red spiked collar, she had pointed ears and dark spots on some of her eyes. Her middle head having spots on both eyes but the other two only having one, and not on the same eye either. She procedded to give landon a rather large smooch, one of her tongues being about the size of his head. "She's....smaller then I thought...", the girl with the currently hidden tear cheekmarks remarked, "She's only four times your size....". "Doesn't make her any less trouble....", landon said, petting one of her heads gently, "Hey girl.....sorry judas got all lazy about your food today, but i'm here....". He looked back at the girls, "You aren't allergic to dog hair are you?". Galexia shook her head, Celeste didn't bother to answer. "Then go pet her....", Landon headed off to the side near her bowl as Lexi stepped forward and hugged lucy's third head, "She's so cuttteeee!". She patted Lucy's head as Landon tugged on a rope, hard, as a door on the ceilign opened up and a rather large pile of meat feel down into her bowl. She practically knocked the princess out of the way as she excitably went over for her dinner, all three heads munching happily. Landon brushed his hands together as he walked over to his companions, "Ok, that's done....I guess we can head to the gardens now...". "That was it?", Celeste's hands fell on her hips, "You dragged us down here for THAT?". "I thought you didn't want to do my stupid chores?", he shot back as he opened the door to head out. They glared at each other, lucy munching in the background with all of her heads, "I didn't....It just feels....boring...like, you dragged us down here for what now? We didn't even do anything! ". He stepped back into the room, "Boring? Ok, fine.....let me "Jazz it up" for you....".. He waved his hands at her as he made his way over to his Cerberus, the dog finished munching down to excitably turn to her demon owner. Tail wagging and eyes glowing in excitement, she looked positively adorable and it was almost hard to believe she caused such a ruckus that morning, "Lucy, here girl!!", She bounded over and the demon waved his hand, making her stop in her tracks and sit down in front of him. "We've trained her to do all kinda of things, even fight just in case of an invasion, not that you care....."..He pointed his fingers as a gun and the three-headed dog immediately fell onto her back, playing dead, as she got up the demon snapped his fingers and a dog treat big enough for the large dog was thrown into one of her mouths. "We keep treats in their own special room otherwise she'd eat them all, but magic makes things better...", Galexia clapped her hands, "Oooo, she's so talented! Can we ride her?". He only shrugged, "Sorta? I mean me and my bros have been on her back but to be honest it's not recommended, you'd probably fly off her...". "What else does she do exactly?", Celeste looked the dog over, "I'm sure having three brains probably helps store lots of tricks or...whatever dogs think about.". Landon patted one of the heads, feeling her soft fur under his claws, "Just a lot of tricks, but she also eats everything, wrecks the castle sometimes, gives kisses, and plays a lot....". He left a kiss on the pup's head, "She does what you expect a dog to do....though the two extra heads must mean she has a lot of thoughts...". He glanced to her, "You sound actually interested for once, about something that's not nosy I mean...". The girl walked over and pushed him aside to look up at the dog, who instantly gave her a long wet slobbery kiss, and considering the size of the tongue, it covered he whole face. Landon snorted and Lexi laughed next to him as the girl cringed, "UGHHHHHHHHHH!!". "She likes you...", he remarked, the girl stormed out, "Ok.....let's get back to chores....i'm out of here...". Landon patted his puppy, kissing her head before following her out, "What? Don't like dogs?". The girl yelled behind her, "If she infects me, i'm blaming you..". "Hey, you wanted to stay and meet her....", He quietly closed the door behind him to head back up the stairs and lock the door behind them,"And besides, consider it a blessing, a cerberus is kinda hard to befriend usually, they usually get along better with demons then mewmans....". "Lucky me...", she grumbled. "So garden time?", Lexi somehow already made it in front of both of them, "I KNOW WHERE THE GARDEN IS!!!". She was walking up the steps backwards, not missing a single step as she kept going up and up the stairs and landon gaped at her, "Uh...yeah, garden time, but can you let me lead? If you run off and get eaten by one of our plants i'm pretty sure i'll be grounded for life..". He rushed past her, "And....please...don't do...whatever you're doing....ok?". "Doing what?", She reached the top and turned around, smiling. Landon decided to drop it, no point in asking any further. "Look, when we get to the garden, no magic and whatever, just....keep quiet and...", He froze, looking at Celeste with an odd expression, the girl stared at him with a annoyed look, "You mind?". He bit his lip "It's uh...just....your makeup?". Celeste felt her cheeks, the makeup have been licked off my Lucy, no longer hiding her cheeks like it was suppose to, "Oh, well that's fantastic....". She placed her hands on her marks, covering them with her hands to the best of her ability, "Ugh...y'know what, forget makeup....". She reached out for her wand when a blast of light entered the room and she was sent back, falling down hard. She sat up, breathing heavily from the shock to see three familiar faces. "There you are.....", Judas stomped forward to help the girl up, and she reluctantly took it as she was helped to her feet. Landon scoffed, "Let me guess, something wild and exciting went down?" and his brother rolled his eyes. "No we got my compact back soon enough, though I may have been a little too caught up to text our folks back right away....heh....sorry..". "Why? You don't look beaten up...?", celeste looked them up and down, "Did you losers get captured or something?". Judas pulled out his compact, "It's dying on power, but i'll take care of that in a sec, anyways no we didn't get captured...we...might have stayed for a bit because Sunny wanted to...". He pocketed the compact, "Thanks for feeding lucy, wait...y-you did feed her right?", he gave his brother a look and Landon rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yeah yeah, we fed her, what happened to being the responsible one jude?". "You know as well as I there are so many thoughts going through my mind....it can be too much, but don't worry, i told mom and dad i'm fine....hopefully everything should be...in order.....", He was still in a bit of a huff, and he perhaps had a bit of a headache if him rubbing his head was anything to go by. "You weren't in your room, so i could only assume you were around here to feed lucy...", he took a looked around them to make sure no one was listening in, "Mom and dad...and....no one knows right?". "Yeah, my mouth is sealed....you owe me a pretty good bow for this one...", He nodded towards galexia, "That one....that one's a wierd one....". Galexia waved, "Did you have fun?!", and the small demon spoke up before the older kids could. "Yeah, it WAS fun, i got to eat bugsss and their queen is so PRETTY!! I even got to color!", that last part seemed to make galexia happier, "Color?! Awesome we should color together!". They exchanged laughs and luna ignored them to focus on the fact two royal blue teardrops were fully present on Celeste's face. "No one saw those right?" "No, their stupid dog licked me and.....ugh...you couldn't have given us something more moisture proof?", she looked down at her slightly wet clothes, "I smell like dog and rotten meat....". Luna came forward to pull out the make-up, "Hey, i pulled this from ...Sky's room, get angry at her she didn't have better stuff then this...". She had met so many strange people today she could hardly tell who was who for the most part, remembering these names were gonna probably take awhile. She helped put it back on, "In the meantime....avoid getting wet, if someone saw them, well we'd be in a tight spot......especially since you're so reluctant to wipe memories...". Her brown eyes dimmed, "You treat mind erasing like it's something small thing to do....what if we did it and we erased all of Landon's memories before? How would THAT have made things better?." "I've had to erase minds before...", Luna sighed, "It's not pretty, believe me...but sometimes it's the best course of action....". She finished putting on the makeup before turning to the tall boy with the purple skin, "Ok, what's our next course of action? We outta charge your compact and go through it to see where Angel tampered with it perhaps...". "No no no...", Landon interrupted, "Mom and Dad are making us meet them in Mason's gardens to help with the plants and i'm not doing it alone, and these two aren't even allowed to use magic! We're getting that done so our parents don't get on both of us today....". "Well, what about the compac-",Then he felt Luna snatch it from his hands, "How about this, you go help your folks, i'll hide in one of your rooms and charge and check your compact....it's no biggie, i can take care of myself.". The boys exchanged awkward glances and her confident smile fell from her face. She looked them both over, "You both still aren't sure about trusting me, are you? Can't say I blame you.....it's...". Then the compact started to ring and Judas snatched it back to answer it, "It's Sky, I gotta take this...", he walked off to a nearby wall and he felt a little relieved when he heard Sky from the other side considering god knows what Queen Star did for her "Training". She started talking as soon as he placed the phone to his ear and as per usual, she sounded upset. "JUDAS!! THE MALL, SHE TOOK ME TO THE MALL!! And MEL was there! And then HEKAPOO SHOWED UP!!", The boy had to pull it away from his ear a bit because she was yelling so hard, "S-sky....SKY! Hey, take it easy, what's going on?". She huffed, "I'm home, mom took me to your mom's like...old dojo, and then we got food, and mel and landon's boy toy were there, also he's cute but also a little odd and has no problem getting into trouble, maybe you should be concerned about landon's taste in guys, anyway...hekapoo showed up and she and my mom got into some kind of fight i could barely hear....but we got a recording of it i'll get back soon and-". "Wait? Hekapoo?" "Yes, HEKAPOO, red-head with horns and who has the weird relationship with your mom hekapoo. She busted in to talk to mom and mom seems pretty angry with her.....she was raging at her!! Like, what the heck even happened?! Mom wouldn't be so upset with her if she was just talking about the archives right?", Judas eyed his companions before glancing back to his compact. "Where's the recording?" "Bernard, like recorded what he could on his phone, but we didn't have time to listen to it, mel is gonna give me the details later....whatever it is, mom's not happy....what happened with angel? What's he up to?", Judas grumbled, "Wish i was any more helpful, i got my compact back but he got out of the room before i could question him, his parents may not be happy with him but they sure would never let me just go into his room and scare him until he says something....and we need a case here before we even try to tell him he's up to anything...". "How's his parents?", her voice was more soft, and a little concerned. "Well, his father is alright, as usual, though intimidating...but i think you really want to ask about his mom.....we saw her, she's...well she doesn't say much, doesn't talk much, has a hard time eating and....she seems so distant....i guess...." the boy sighed, "But at least Sunny got a laugh from her, made her smile.....so I guess that's something...". "Huh.....cool....so what now?". "Well, me and landon are kinda caught up in something with our folks and we better not get grounded if we're gonna get wrapped up in your newest adventure, so....". He eyed luna, "We still need to see why angel needed my compact, and charge it, so luna....is gonna come to you, with my compact, and you two can look it over together...". He heard sky groaning from her end. "Not a fan of her?" "Not a fan of being treated like i'm extremely stupid...". "Well she's....not that bad, just work together on this and i'm sure you guys will be fine.....", he heard another groan from sky and he sighed, "C'mon....you owe me, remember? Just work on this, you want dirt on angel right? We find out what he did, we might have a culprit...". "Yeah but, we know he couldn't of destroyed the archives because you were there to see him stuck to the castle gates! Even if he somehow got in there's no way he could've done that much damage and be there at the same time!"., Judas smirked on his end, ears flickering. "Yeah, but....if he needed my phone to make some kind of call...". "Then he might have an accomplice...", Sky finished for him, "Ok, fine, i'll make a portal and bring her in...but it's gonna be dinner time soon, don't think we're gonna solve this mystery before the moon gets out.". Judas snorted, "Wow, What gave that away? Anyways, i suppose you'll have to take lexi and luna back in while I take in the other two for the night....like it or not....they're safer in a castle then anywhere else...". She huffed, "Yeah, I know....i'll....cover them up better this time...maybe say they're like...in training by me or something?" "Training for what?" "Uh.....maids?" "Eh.....sure whatever, i'll try to figure something out with my folks over dinner...or maybe during chores.... take my phone to my room after you finish with it, and text me what you found, good?". Sky sighed, "Yeah we're good....so where are you?", Judas turned to his group, "that spot right outside lucy's room, the one that leads to her stairs?". Suddenly a blue portal cut it's way inside the room, the group stepping back to avoid it, "Yep, you got it....see you soon sky, you better bring me back my compact, i'm not losing it twice today...". She snickered on her end as he hung up and placed it into Luna's hand, "You and Sky go through it, bring it back and text me what you find, sky knows my password....don't ask why." "What about us?", Celeste crossed her arms, "So she gets to leave but we're all stuck doing your chores? What about lexi? If she's staying on mewni why isn't SHE going?". The older teens shot her some dirty looks as judas pinched the bridge of his nose, "Look, would you rather sit in a room doing nothing? Or would you rather go into our gardens and deal with our plants? Luna Offered, and I'm going to guess Lexi here wants to see our garden?". Galexia nodded eagerly, and Celeste glanced to landon, who was giving her a challenging look, clearly thinking of earlier on her complaints about going from room to room. "Look, if you have anything you can use to help them, then fine, go with them, but if you don't.....then just stay close to me and our family, and help us deal with our plants. It's dangerous, but it's more exciting then you all being held up in Sky's room for the rest of the night...and you're staying here anyway so...". "Fine, whatever.....", She waved them off and kept her mouth shut as Judas resumed his talk with Luna, shaking his head. "Ok, compact, look for stuff that looks strange, Sky can help, we'll bring galexia to you after chores....see you later...", Luna glanced back at the group as he turned to the portal, taking a deep breath, "Just get through tonight..". She left through the portal and it closed behind her, Judas relaxing before leading what was left of his group down another hall, "C'mon...let's go...". - Luna found the blunette on her bed, staring at her in uneager anticipation. "How were the lessons?", Luna started, noting the tension between them. "I learned stuff, do you got the compact?". The blonde held it out to her, "Well, judas really wouldn't send me here without it....". She took it from her hands, plugging a charger into it before opening it to type in his password, luna had already taken a seat next to the girl and she noted the typing of letters. "His password is password1?", sky snickered, "He wanted to be clever with his password but he couldn't come up with anything and thought the one would throw people off, pffft, he's kinda a noob...". "How'd you figure it out?" "He literally wrote it down and stuck it in his underwear drawer since he does his own laundry, and if you want to know what caused me to end up in his underwear drawer....well that's a story for another day...", She started to swipe the screen, "Ok, last calls is a good place to start...". She started swiped and looked to luna, "Y'know he should've started this already, it doesn't take much effort here....", and the girl shrugged, "I get the feeling your friend didn't want to be on his compact during our visit to the queen out of respect...". "Yeah, i guess that would kinda be rude..considering the situation......", She kept scrolling, "aha here....ok so that's, well that's me when i called him just now but.....ok that's kinda odd...". Luna's eyes dimmed, "Odd? What do you mean...odd?", Sky rolled her eyes and showed the number, "He used Judas's compact to literally order takeout....are you freaking kidding me?". Luna took the compact from her and sure enough, a restaurant was under the number, "Well, what if it's a cover up? C'mon going through the effort of taking a phone for this would be utterly stupid...". "Like angel's that clever, c'mon he doesn't even own his own compact how do you think he's gonna come up with something like that?", The girl crossed her arms, "How can i think? I BARELY know him, we've known each other a day, I barely know YOU!". Sky started going through the phone some more, "This can't be it, there's gotta be something else here to this...". She started looking through pictures next, skipping through a bunch of pictures judas took of her, his brothers, his parents, grandparents, even a few lucy ones in there, but nothing yet of any suspicion. Sky's frustration was apparent on her face and then luna took over, "Let's try a spell....my way....". She pulled her wand out, transforming from a ring to it's normal form and placing the compact on the bed, a blue beam shot out from her wand onto the device and it rose in the air as data was presented before the girl's eyes. Sky failed to try and look unimpressed as the girl 's magic dug deep into the phone to find anything potentially dangerous. "So, this angel guy.....tell me more about him? I'm assuming he's like....your enemy of some kind?", She glanced over to the princess playing with her fingers and heard her groan, "He's just this annoying prince who keeps messing with the kingdom to get my mom to listen to him, look, my family kinda hurt his family alot and he's still just kinda bitter about it......i mean...understandably bitter...but...it's complicated...".. Luna hummed, "So he's almost a bit of a thug kinda?". "Maybe...". She scratched her cheek with her wand, "He's...not really an evil mastermind....". "Well, I've dealt with thugs before....frankly.....it's a good thing he's only a thug....rather not end up in some alternate reality where mewni is in ruins and in danger of a powerful enemy...", she glared as the phone swiped through more and more data, "Hmm......". "Hmm?" "There's...nothing.....it's just...that call really just seems to be it.....i'm looking at anything that was done within the time span he had it and that's about it...". Sky stepped forward and snatched the compact, unplugging it, "C'mon, no...that's.......". The girl in front of her huffed, "I hate false leads too, but this one looks like it might have honestly just been your prince there doing something....less then scary...". "But it's like...it's angel!", Sky practically yelled, "I mean, sure yeah he's not that great at anything but taking a phone just for a bite to eat!? He's like....he's still a prince!!! He went through all that effort of taking his compact just to get food!?". She plugged the compact back in and resisted clawing her face, "WHYYYY, and i thought we might've been getting somewhere with thisss!!!!". She fell on her bed and she felt luna take a seat next to her, "We still have the high commission...and frankly, they're more suspicious then him anyway if what you said holds any truth...". The girl pulled her face off the bed, "Ugh...wel...Mel needs to contact me first....". "What?" "Hekapoo and mom had a fight, we got a recording of it, mel needs to send me the deets...." Her brows lowered, "When did they have a fight exactly?", Sky gave her a dumb look, "While i was out today, when do you think? I'm gonna assume she and the rest of the commission saw the archives after we set off every stinking alarm we could on the way out.....but....for mom to be pissed with her.....yeah we need to know what she said...". Luna tapped her finer on her chin, "Well Hekapoo has made your...our...mom mad before, so it's not exactly out of the ordinary for her to behave this way but....how does mom usually act around them here?". "Doesn't hate them, doesn't like em either, though she hasn't got that angry at the commission while I've been around since the time I lost the wand in the underworld and they considered maybe i shouldn't have it at all....", She tapped her fingers together as luna threw her arms up, "You lost it in the underworld?!" She was met with an awkward laugh, "Same story as the password/underwear drawer story, i'll have to tell it to you sometime, anyway can we get back to the point?" "Fine fine, how soon are we going to hear that conversation?", Sky could only shrug, "As soon as we can get it i'm afraid......mel has other things to take care of as well, but....if anyone can help us crack the case, SHE can and i know it!". Luna looked doubtful, "She can? Last night she thought I was a shapeshifter! C'mon she can help collect info but her cracking this is probably unlikely...". The princess shrugged, "Well y'know, it might've sounded silly but it was totally possible!". "Well what do we do now then? If one lead is busted and another in waiting what exactly are we supposed to do until then?!" Then a strict knocking could be heard on the door, "Skyler darling? Dinner is starting soon, hope you can make it!". Sky froze, luna shutting her mouth right away, she managed to speak up only slightly to get her mom away from the door, "OK I'M COMING!!!". She heard footsteps leave her door and she turned back to the blonde, hoping her mom didn't hear the girl in her bedroom with her. She gulped, "Ok so.....I guess I better head to dinner....then....". "I'm coming with you...", Luna then said much to Sky's surprise. "And before you say something, i haven't eaten all day....and I have an idea what we can do....". "Do...what?". "Question our mother." - The underworld wasn't much for plants,, mostly because honestly what could grown in such a hot and barren environment to begin with? Only certain plants ever managed to survive and even the the kingdom wasn't known for it's green thumb to begin with. Unless you were Mason Lucitor-Diaz, the youngest brother of the ruling family. Then, you were well known as the demon who held the most elaborate garden in the entire underworld. It was in a dome of course, a dome that seemed to help with temperature and humidity of the environment, but a dome no less. The Lucitors always had a garden that was useless except for some barely living roses in the past, but now, they had more plants then they could imagine. And every single one, was raised by Mason. You had flowers, and vegetables and fruits, but then you had large thrones vines and potentially poisoness plants and plants that ate giant bug meat. There were plants mason of course wasn't supposed to have and would never be approved by his parents, but then again where those were planted weren't to his parent's eyes. His pointed ear twitched as he heard someone enter, turning around from his watering to see his parents walk in, ducking under vines and prepared for anything. "Mason, hey sweetie...ready for some weeding? Or at least some trimming?", He put down his watering can and flapping his wings over to them before landing softly on the ground. "Awww again? But she was just getting bigger!". They exchanged looks, "Yeah bigger, big enough to start wrapping around the castle mason.....we gotta trim her before she causes damage...". The boy sighed as his parents admired the garden around them, their touches delicate and careful. "I know you're not a fan of it mason, but you knew it was coming....your plants get out of hand sometimes...". The small boy failed to try and ignore them, flapping his wings and obeying, "I know mom.... but Ima loves to spread out her vines!, she just wants to stretch!". Tom closely examined a rather lovely rose patch, enjoying their scent, "Well, then perhaps we then find her a new home then, because if she's going to stay in our gardens we can't have he accidentally take down our castle or harm the rest of the garden can we?". "Move her? Where?" "You'd know better then us mason, if you really want to do it, we can, but for now we just have to give her her monthly trim ok?" Mason nodded, understanding, though still saddened. Which lead to his folks wrapping him in a small hug, "Don't worry, tonight we're going to have dinner and maybe play some games together? I know ping pong always cheers you up..". The wings instantly wrapped around his parents, "Can I ref?". "Yes of course you can ref, but no messing with your older brothers this time, got it?" The little demon giggled as his parents stopped their group hug, "awwww fine....". "By the way, We also called your brothers....hopefully they'll be here any-". The door swung open and the trio watched as landon and judas, plus three extras, entered the room. Judas put his hands out before they could say anything or question the situation, "These are some...friends of sky's, we've been hanging with them all day and they wanted to help. Anyways i got my compact back...sorry for worrying you guys...". His folks quickly pulled him into a hug, hands brushing his hair, "It's perfectly fine, we're happy to see you...and don't worry, we've already met your knew friends...". As they pulled away from their son, marco eyed Sunny, "Well, except for that one, but it's a pleasure to meet such a lovely young demon as yourself....". Sunny smiled happily at marco but her eyes were especially focused on Tom, with his long parted hair, gold cape, and dark outfit lined with blood moons. It must've been surreal to see her father look so different then he probably was back home, not to mention him being married to someone else with other kids. "Thank you....", Marco smiled and returned back to their task at hand, "The more hands the merrier...alright so you see those red-greenish vines up there?". They pointed above them to some larger then normal sized vines spreading across the dome, "Those vines are getting lose and they need a trim, now lucky for us these vines themselves aren't dangerous, but the plant who owns them never enjoys being trimmed so best to be careful....we'll split into teams and an adult will handle each one to make sure everyone is safe, got it?'. They all nodded, even Celeste, who still looked less then pleased to be here. "Ok so Landon, and Celeste was it? Can come with me, Mason and this lovely little lady can work with Tom, and Judas? You and Galexia i believe was her name, can be a team, you two look about the same age anyways.". Judas eyes towards galexia who was in the middle of getting way too familiar with a stink plant, "Oh trust me, that isn't going to matter much....". Marco snorted as tom and them lead their groups off to a different part of the dome to teach them how to handle the plant and Judas pulled galexia away to his spot. "Alright, the task is simple, he snapped his fingers to hand him and lexi a large pair of shears, "You're not going to be allowed to cut these vines slowly i'm afraid, when we cut them we need to do it as if pulling off a bandage, doing it slowly gives the plant more time to freak which makes it worse for us....". Lexi blinked, "But aren't all the plants in here safe?", he made a face, "Technically yes, they should be, but we mean safe for a demon, we can get out of this stuff in a tangle, but you can't use your wand, hiding your magic during a situation where you need it will....yeah...". He gave her a comforting look, "It's fine, we've done it many times before, and the plant won't eat us.....it more has a tendency to potentially strangle then anything....so just begin chopping at our level till all the vines in this section have been cut, then run with me to the next....got it?" She nodded, seeming to understand much to the boy's relief, he got his shears ready and open and galexia followed his example, "Ok, wait for my father's signal.....because we all have to go at the same time....and you'll know the signal when you see it...". Judas took a deep breath and only minutes later the two could feel something hot and bright behind them, which could only be the signal they were looking for, galexia followed judas's orders and cut through the vines in on sharp cut with him. She could only assume these shears were enchanted to cut through things in one fell swoop. Judas pulled on her arm as they ran to the next set of vines, which were moving much more then the last one, meaning the plant they belonged to was more then aware of what just happened. There was no waiting for a signal this time, Judas urged her to cut with them and they did before moving to the next vines, which were starting to retreat and attempted to wrap around the pair before Judas sliced through them. He panted, "Ok, that should be enough on this side....c'mon...we gotta check on everyone else....". The chopped vines squired on the ground, and in a way it was kinda horrific, but at least they weren't going to get strangled with them like that. Judas carefully pulled her among the jungle of strange plants, careful of what he touched before they came to his father's group. Tom expertly sliced through, and though mason and sunny were equipped with the shears as well, it was clear the king was doing most of the work. Most likely in concern for his protective fatherly instincts. Then again, he did take the two youngest kids with him to begin with. Mason still looked sad about having to trim his plant but Sunny still was looking at Tom in immense awe. The king panted, "Last....one......", his ears twitched as his oldest son approached with lexi and nodded to him and then his attention drawled to where Marco was. "Ok, we're all safe so far.....let's just....go check your mother and-". Then a scream came from the direction of Marco's group and tom's eyes widened as the kids all followed after to him to find Marco jumping and stabbing into a vine that was clutching onto Celeste tightly. The vine fell quickly and the girl was freed, though both shaken up and scared. Marco wiped their brow before turning to tom who looked both relieved and still impressed, "You've still got it....". The human smiled, walking over to help celeste up and check for cuts before walking over to their husband and kissing their cheek lovingly. "We've been married how long? You calling me old tom?", Tom wrapped his arms around marco and smooched their spouse right on the lips, much to the disgust of Landon and especially the beaten up brunette who almost got destroyed by a vine. "Alright....good....good....now we'll just collect the vines we chopped and send them to the kitchens....",The mewmans in the room eyes him oddly and he explained, "Oh, these vines are edible, probably the biggest reason we keep this plant, it provides a good portion of food...maybe we'll have some for dinner tonight...though we'll have to call your parents first...". They unhanded each other and Tom started gathering up the vines surrounding them, "Let's get them in a pile and call for some servants to get them..". It was much easier with such a large group to help him, but Celeste looked like a wreck, today had been a long day and it was only getting worse for her. By the time they got everything in order, and the king called for a servant to pick the vines up, marco had already promised the girl to give her a new dress and had asked her a dozen times if she was sure about not needing to go the the medical ward. "I'm fine....", she wasn't even looking at marco, and her bitter attitude returned quickly after the queen started worrying over her. Marco was a parent of three, and boy did it show. Celeste swatted Marco away and they prompted maybe it was best they leave the girl alone before turning to their sons. Landon partially wanted to laugh at Celeste, but at the same time kinda felt bad for her considering her situation being topped with all this misery. "Mom...about her parents uh....Celeste is, well her parents are out on this uh...extended trip, and er.....we were wondering if maybe she could uh....stay with us?", the queen's eyes widened, "Stay with us? Doesn't she have another place to star? Certainly her parents didn't leave her behind right?". The Queen then felt someone tap her leg and she turned to find the small demon girl at her feet, "Our families are on vacation together and left us with a sitter, but the sitter got hurt and our parents are somewhere we can't contact them easily, can we stay here till they get home?". Marco bit their lip, but couldn't deny the little girl's big puppy eyes and patted her head, "Well, we have plenty of rooms, i'm sure we can let you stay for awhile till we get in contact with your folks...". Sunny smiled happily and the rest of the kids looked shocked at how well she pulled that off. The queen tapped Tom ont he shoulders and whispered something into his ear and he smiled at the girls, "Ah guests eh? That sounds lovely! Been awhile since we had dinner guests!". He gave a toothy grin before looking to his sons, two of which were nervous and one of which looked incredibly confused about what exactly was going on. "But, since you persumibly invited them to stay, that means you're going to take full responsibility for them? Got it? I don't want to wake up one morning to find out your friends here got kidnapped or pickpocketed me or....who knows what..", Celeste looked slightly insulted at the notion she was a criminal but then again knowing her she'd probably say the same thing. And right now, she'd like nothing more then a room to lock herself inside and a clean dress. Tom seemed to be reading her mind as he clapped his hands together, "Oh, and we'll make sure your friends here get some nicer clothes! It's the least we could do after the vine situation......". Marco took Tom's arms and they each ruffled their sons' hair before heading out, "Dinner will be soon, help the girls get settled and we'll meet you there!". The coupled proceeded to head out, most likely to get ot of their current more causual wear into something nicer for dinner. Mason, being the only one left who wasn't in on what was going on, blinked at all the strange girls around his with his soft brown eyes. As if not even believing they were there, then again he wasn't exactly used to his brothers hanging out with so many girls so it probably wasn't a surprise. Now as long as he didn't jump to conclusions or started looking too far into it, they'd be fine. "So....who are y-", the boy started to ask right on cue. Judas clapped his hands together, breaking interrupting his brother before he could question further, "So, rooms!". Then Celeste spit on the dome's floor, stopping out of the room in a state of anger and frustration. Judas could swear she said something rather appalling on the way out and he put his hand out to try and stop her, "CELESTE!". But it was too late, she was already gone, and judas was about to chase after her when Landon stepped in front of him. "Dude, just...stop, i'll go talk to her....you'll just make things worse...", the older brother crossed his arms, glaring landon down, "Excuse me?". "When you get involved in stuff like this, either it gets you into a stupid amount of trouble, or your lousy curse donks it up....", Sunny could see Mason visibly flinch at his brothers entering an argument, his soft brown eyes looking at the floor as Judas stomped forward towards his younger brother. "Landon i'm really not interested in dealing with your attitude today, my schedule was thrown away, i had to travel to another kingdom to get my compact back, and i got seriously injured and dealing with your uncaring attitude is not an improvement by comparison....". Landon was silent for a moment before speaking again, "I'm offering to go help and calm her down ok?" "And how is that supposed to make me feel better?" Landon sighed, eyes shifting, "Look, technically it's my fault she's so angry...so just....let me talk to her instead." Judas's frustrated face moved around, considering it as he looked at his brother, landon wasn't technically good with emotional situations, but then again he's spent more time with her then judas has. The boy gave in, brushing him off, "Fine, go talk to her....just.....make sure she doesn't break anything....". Landon started walking backwards and shrugged, "Eh, she can't be more reckless then you...." Judas grumbled as his brother left after as he turned his gaze over to Mason, who was looking between him, galexia and sunny. "Ok, So what exactly did i miss this time?" - Sky went through an annoying amount of effort to pick a dress within her closet for luna to wear, but she supposed it was worth it to make sure luna didn't look like a mess when seeing her parents. She'd look more suspicious that way, not to mention he parents would ask her about why her clothes were such a mess in the first place and sky was lying enough as is. Eventually he found a fitting blue dress with waves and little fishes that seemed to fit her fine and luna had already found her way to sky's make up and stuff to fix her face and hair. Sky didn't use makeup often so it didn't bother her too much, though she did roll her eyes a few times as luna scoffed at her taste in dark eyeliner and dark nail polish. Luna seemed more used to being well kept then sky was, who rarely made as much of an effort to look like a princess judging by how she got herself ready as if she did it daily. "You know, my mom's not gonna wait forever....", Luna stood up and ignored her comment, "Alright, now this time I'M making the cover story, we're not screwing this up again...". "Well i may have said to judas you could pose as a maid in training?" "A what?" "Errrrr......", Luna crossed her arms before brushing it off, "You know what? Whatever, a maid is better then...whatever cover you had for us before....". Her face then twisted into a thoughtful look, "Actually....being a maid or servant does give me the excuse to listen to gossip and access anywhere...". Sky almost smiled, this was the closest thing to a real compliment Luna had given her since they met. Luna patted her shoulder as she headed for the door, "hmm, decent idea....i'll take it...though....your parents might find it weird i was invited to dinner...". "Pffft....", Sky make a hand movement and laughed, "I've invited weirder people for dinner, if anything, you're an improvement...". Luna made a mental note to ask her about some of these bizarre "Adventures" as Sky opened the door for her and walked to their dining hall with her. Luna knew the way, making it clear it was still in the same place in her dimension, though that itself made sky wonder if meteora wrecked half the castle like she did there was well, which changed the dining hall's room a bit. She didn't spend a ton of time thinking about it before, but she was indeed in the presence of someone from an alternate reality. An alternate reality involving her parents, and Judas's parents, and maybe almost everyone else she knew. Did her mom make her do crazy tasks? Did Luna feel pressured too? Did she go to the same balls and events? They weren't important questions for their task but they were in her head nonetheless, and she couldn't help but wonder just how much was different. Luna caught her staring and she gave her a look before walking a bit more ahead of her, which made sky's thoughts stop, focusing back on their current mission. Luna put her hands behind her back and ushered Sky to go first when they found the door. Sky stretched her arms before pushing the door open to her waiting mothers, already conversing happily with each other as their daughter entered. "SKY!!! HEY! Alright, now we can get some foooood in here!", Star excitably banged her hands on the table and Sky had to awkwardly raiser her hand to get her attention. "Uh....moms? Wait I uh...", Star stopped her excitement to question her daughter's odd expression, "Sky? Did something happen?". Sky opened the door behind her, "Well,I might have brought a guest for dinner tonight....if that's ok...". Luna stiffened at the sight of her mother, thoughts running through her head. How different she looked, how surprised she was at the sight of her, how she was holding someone's hand who was not her other mom's. It was a strange and uncomfortable situation to say the least, utterly surreal. She'd normally see a scene like this and call it a dream, but this was not a dream, and her biggest concern by far should be for her mother to not be suspicious of her presence. Star blinked at the strange girl, but her lips soon curved into a smile at her sight, "Skyyyy, whose this?". The princess answered quickly before either of her moms jumped to conclusions, which her moms could be fairly good at. "This...is luna, she's a girl i met...and she's interested in...well...in working for us...and stuff like that...", man sky sucked at this kinda stuff, but luna made up for it with her polite demeanor as sh walked over to shake the queens' hands. "Pleasure to meet you your majesties....", Star gushed and Janna smirked, eyeing towards Sky as if wondering just when she starting making friends like this. Sky huffed but then again in reality most of her friends seemed to be boys except for Melanie, maybe Coral, and kinda sorta Nora. As long as her mom didn't get creepy abut it. "The pleasure is all mine luna-?", Star's eyes twinkled, her day had been rough and seems dinner was only getting better and better for her. Luna took a seat politely at the table across from the ladies, trying her hardest to look normal . Sky took a seat next to her and star happily rung the dinner bell as servants poured in to place food down on the table There was alot of corn, as expected, but there was some turkey and some pudding, and sky happily piled more of that on her plate rather then the 10 different variations of corn laid out. Luna didn't seem to mind all the corn though, as it took up most of her plate. She ate quietly and eyes to sky, they had some prep on how to speak to star, but how they were going to do it without worrying whether queens would be tricky. Though at least they both seemed to be rather interested in luna, so that at least was a good start. "So luna? What made you interested in working for the royal family? Tell me all about your talents..", the girl took a deep breath and remained calm as she spoke, careful of her choice of words. "Well, you see, my family wants me to succeed, or rather...I want to succeed, and I simply feel as if my talents would be more useful here. I am...decent with my fighting skills, I believed to be well-informed on mewnian culture and history, and...I work really hard?". Star blinked at her for a moment but smiled, "Fighting huh? Well well, perhaps if you can give me a demonstration, a knight would be perfect for you, i mean jackie is still out but you'd be wonderful under her command..." Luna almost spit out her tea. "J-Jackie?" "Jackie Lynn-Thomas, our head Knight, she's been out on a special job for us for awhile but hopefully she'll be back soon to train our new recruits! ", Luna was so in shock she almost lost her cover, still processing what queen star had just told her. She shook it off and replaced her shocked face with a smile, "Ah, lovely....can't wait to meet her...". Which wasn't a lie of course, but sky could feel the girl trying to figure out exactly how he mom ended up in such a position. She was bound to have dozens of questions herself about this dimension very soon. Sky took this time to quickly change the subject back to their investigation, "So mom...anything been crazy today? I mean, besides our lesson, and angel, and-". Star shrugged, "Nothing that concerns you sky, no need to worry....". Then luna spat something out from her cornbread as janna laughed, a gobstopper falling out of the girl's mouth. Luna shot her a look but janna looked more then pleased, "Good, i was wondering which one of us was gonna hit the candy i put inside..". Star laughed and hit the woman next to her playfully, "You sneaky fox, that's why you went to the kitchens earlier didn't you?". They shared a cheery laugh and star took the loaf of bread to inspect it for more gobstoppers placed inside, they were so small you could barely see them, not to mention they were all the lemon flavored ones. Janna popped a gobstopper in her mouth happily in response. The girls didn't seem to feel as happy, both unamused and a bit annoyed. "So, sky, what were you saying?", Sky relaxed to keep herself from getting upset or angry. Luna was glancing at her, as if asking if this is normally how life was with her parents before politely laughing and going back to eating. Sky took another breath, no pressure right? She ignored her mom's silly prank and got herself back on track before they got distracted again. "Like....y'know....about anything crazy? like have you dealt with anything...strange today?". Star's face was half amused and half confused, she shook her head, "Sky, we deal with strange things everyday, what are you trying to ask about young lady?". The gaze luna was shooting at Sky right now wasn't helping, but Luna couldn't exactly ask this stuff without looking suspicious. Nonetheless, looks like she'd have to take matters into her own hands, "Your majesty? If i was to take your knight suggestion? What do you imagine i'd be involved in? Magic? Other dimensions?". Sky sipped her tea and happily answered the girl much to sky's slight annoyance, "Ah well? It depends on your skill, though we rarely need to send you all out to other dimensions, we don't end up in too much of those kinda situations.." "Ah? Though I suppose you normally ask the commission for missions like that?", Luna scanned her kinda sorta mother, looking for any facial ticks, cues she could take advantage of. "Yeah, usually they're better for that stuff....though it's rare...", she took another bite of food, "Mostly because they kinda are the only ones that really can do it....wouldn't send a solider through most of the things they do...". Luna already knew enough from her moms back home Omni was the keep of alternate dimensions, she kept her innocent curiosity up, avoiding the gaze of a surprised sky. "Understandable my queen, though...I know you've had troubles with them before...from Sky here, how come you can't replace them? You could train them!", Janna snickered and Star shook her head, "nope nope nope nope, if i could, i would, but glossaryck made them for their roles...and i can't really do that myself, only hekapoo can make the scissors, only rhombulus can do his weird crystal thingy, and only omni can manipulate other realities and stuff..". Luna nodded, "fair enough..". Sky made a mental note to herself, as the high commission only rised higher on her suspicion list. Janna crossed her arms, looking over luna, "You're asking cause you wanna be the next MHC member? Trust me, i tried to make that happen myself, actually i'm still trying, but those guys are kinda butts." Star nodded in agreement, "So anyways Luna, If you're interested in working here, well Sky can find you a room for sure and you can sign of for knight training, when jackie gets back i'm sure you'll be a good student...". The girls glanced to each other, sky was going to have to ask what luna observed later. "I will make sure of that....queen Star.."
#star vs the forces of evil#svstfoe#svtfoe#sky and the forces of the multiverse#fanfiction#starkie bby#tomco bby#janstar bby#ostar bby#tomstar baby#starco bby#fanfic
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“So you made the deal? Again?” Nic asked. It’s the fourth time in a month that she’s seen you closing your eyes and mumbling a few words and then do your thing. You shook your head. “Don’t lie to me, Missy.” Nic scolded, wagging her finger at you. “What happened?” Dee asked, confused. “Ciel made a deal. Again.” You looked at your two friends. “Not a deal, Nic. It’s more like an trade?” Could it be said as a trade? You weren’t sure. “How many incarnations of life is damned to hell because of this, Ciel?” You shrugged. You stopped counting after your tenth. You were pretty sure he stopped counting either.
You walked into an empty alley. A familiar alley to those of your kind. Your breed. It was in a quieter part of town. Not many people loitered here. Dee followed closely behind you. “Do you both never get bored of this deal thing?” Dee asked, following you and entering through the portal. It looked a lot like entering a restaurant, but it was a portal to Hell. “We’re businessmen, Dee. It’s business. He gives me what I want, and in return, I give him what I need, albeit at a later timing.” You answered. It was true. It felt a lot like a business. A trade, if you say it. “So no, we never really get bored of this deal thing, if you ask me.”
Dee was much like you. She’s a reaper, former hell-helper. It was more like a lost soul. You aren’t really dead, just sort of help people get to Hell. You don’t really have a scythe and all and have a book of life and death. That was for the official reapers. Reiner had visited you in school one afternoon. You were with Dee and Lucy (another fellow friend of yours). Reiner (bless - no pun intended - his soul) saw potential in Dee and had taken her under his wing, which you warned that it was a bad idea. Lucy was with you on this one. But Reiner thought otherwise. And now, you think he might have regretted his own decision. But you had to thank Reiner because Dee might have tamed down a bit. You still remembered last year’s shenanigans when Hell was full and because Dee was obsessed with sending people to Hell (even if their time wasn’t up). You slept with the company of Romeo, Capulet, Montague and Salem for three weeks. Juliet would have slept in the same room as you but you would rather have it accompany the King on your behalf. He would be lonely if Juliet had slept with you all the time. But sometimes Juliet would join you, but on the King’s orders.
You navigated yourself after finding You knocked on the black door marked with the red words of Office. Hearing a soft grunt on the other side, you walked in. You slowly walked up to his desk, Juliet piping up from her position, rubbing her cold hound nose against your calf. “How’s the exam, love?” The man asked, not looked up from his desk. Paperwork was piled neatly into three stacks. “I hope it went well.” You answered truthfully. You had taken a seat on his leather sofa, Juliet’s big head lying comfortably on your lap. He had finished his work, his attention now fully on you. “Was it worth it?” He asked again, getting up from his office chair and walking towards you. You were stroking Juliet’s fur, watching her glowing eyes shutting. How could such a beastly creature look so calm now? You gave a soft mmm. The man had now taken a seat beside you. “It was worth that ten extra souls.” You added.
He always made it easy for you, no matter how last minute you get. If any young demon of your kind, he would have called for fifty souls or may be he wouldn’t even answer. But it was you. His favourite person. He always had time to answer you, no matter how busy he gets. But as the king, he knows he couldn’t pamper you too much. You didn’t wear an official title even though most had known you as their queen. You’re the King’s favourite person and bless any soul that dares disrespects you. So he tried to make it bearable for you. Lesser souls consumption. Longer deadlines. And as his favourite person, you didn’t push the limit. Asking for extension of deadlines. Asking for lesser souls. Whatever he asked for, you gave it. And with that, no one ever questioned your capability. They knew you were the King’s favourite person for a reason.
You sat in a cafe, your exam paper in your hands. You stared at the crossroads, smiling to yourself, remembering the memories of this crossroad. It used to be a dirt road, with sand and trees. And now its a road with cars and cafe. This was your first deal with a crossroad demon. You wondered who would be the one that answers your call. And it turns out the King answered you and had taken a liking to you.
You didn’t do that well in the exam but it was a grade you didn’t quite expect. It was a good enough grade, to say the least.
“Hey, sugar plum.” A man sat opposite you. You knew him anywhere, even if he wasn’t in his vessel you usually see him in. You liked his previous vessel better. But regardless, he still looked magnificent with his three pairs of golden wings behind him (except he kept it hidden to the human eye). Plus, he was the only one that ever called you sugar plum, something the King doesn’t take a liking to. “Hey Gabe.” You replied. You studied him. It was weird. He was shifting around nervously, like imaginary scenarios going on his head. You’re a reaper, you could do lots of things. But reading minds, unfortunately, wasn’t one of them.
“How are you?” He asked. Something wasn’t right. The almighty trickster archangel wasn’t one to small talk. You couldn’t read minds. Gabe knew that. But you were a psychology student. You read behaviours. And Gabe’s was fishy. “I’m good. The exam went alright. Made fifteen deals in exchange for this result. Can’t argue much with the King. Can I?” You answered. Gabe gave a dry laugh then mumbled something his breath. Something about shit getting complicated and stuff. “Gabe, how are you? Is anything the matter?” You knew Gabe. Quite well. He wouldn’t look for you if he had nothing regards you.
“I’m good, sugar. Erm... How do I go about this?” He fiddled with his thoughts. And mumbled something like how his older brothers get around to Dean and Sam. What has it got to do with Dean and Sam? “Tell me the outline first then? The summary of it.” You prompted. “I found my vessel.” “Congrats, then~” “But there are complications.” He continued. “Like?” “My vessel has friends which are demons and reapers. That, I can oversee. But she also has made deals with the King under himself.”
Okay, so who is this unlucky one that will soon be dragged down below and is also this feather boy’s vessel? “Ok... that is complicated.” The angel nodded. “So what do you want me to do? Find the kid. Tell her that she’s a vessel and hope she behaves well and don’t screw up and then settle it with the King?” You answered. “Good luck with that.” Gabe mumbled. “You should really stop mumbling, Gabe. I mean I can try my luck and have him replace it with a few more damnations, I guess?” You told him.
“Rather you not, sugar.” Gabe says. “This girl is high and mighty. Yes, a girl. I rather you not do that, sugar.” He warns. “Alright, Gabe. Now tell me, who this unlucky bitch is? And if I have the honour of meeting her?” You joked. But really, whoever this bitch is, she’s playing with both ends. You aren’t sure if she’s lucky or not.
“Sugar.”
You really hated this tone. It meant something. Something you didn’t quite like.
“It’s you.”
Oh shit.
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