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kbuggg3 · 3 years ago

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~S u p e r n a t u r a l~ CasxReader: “Crazy In Love”

IMAGINE: After risking their lives for a mysterious piece of clay, Sam, Dean, and (y/n) get a call that something happened to Cas at the hospital (s7 e21).

“Well, c’mon Meg! Give us more details! Can you at least tell me if he’s ok?... What do you mean you don’t know?” Sam angrily spoke into the phone and (y/n) and Dean exchanged scared looks as they anxiously waited to hear about the news of their best friend. Approximately an hour before all of this stress and anxiety appeared the Winchester brothers and their closest companion (y/n) Singer were hiding out in an old, abandoned jail staring at the block of clay that lay on the dust covered table.

��So what I’m getting from this is… we risked our lives for a lump of clay?” Sam looked at the girl and shrugged with a reply, “There’s gotta be more to it than just that. I mean, the Leviathans were treating it like Dean treats his car!”

“Hey!” Dean snapped. “Don’t judge me.” Sam just rolled his eyes while (y/n) continued to think aloud. “Maybe there's something inside?” This earned an odd look from Dean and she huffed in frustration. “Wha- Well I don’t know! I’m running out of ideas. That’s all I’ve got goin’ on up here unless one of you can think of something better.” Sam and Dean shared a look then shrugged. “Worth a shot.”

Dean grabbed a hammer and Sam grabbed 3 pairs of goggles, handing them out to each person. After making sure everyone had their protective eyewear on, Dean brought the hammer up into the air and struck hard on the block of clay. The moment the hammer hit the clay, causing pieces to fly everywhere, a crack of lightning, a quick rumbling of thunder was heard, and the rusty building shook for a second. The three looked at one another without speaking a word and Dean soon continued on again. Once again, he struck the clay with the hammer and thunder rumbled and the building shook. “Um is it just me or is-”

“Ya,” Sam cut in, interrupting (y/n). “That’s not normal.” Dean debated whether or not he should continue. Whatever is in this block of clay was important enough that Leviathans were willing to sacrifice their lives for it. This could be something to end the apocalypse and put a stop to the death of mankind forever. With that, Dean repeated the actions of striking the clay with the hammer despite the loud thunder, bright lightning, and violent shaking of the building.

Eventually everything went quiet and all the clay was completely gone. (y/n) opened her eyes and released her tight grip on Sam’s arm while Dean let out a long breath that he didn’t even realize he was holding. The three stare down at what used to be a big pile of nothing and what now appeared to be a tablet. The tablet had golden writings or etching in it but neither one of them could make out what it was saying. It looked as if it were written in another language.

Before any of them could say one word, Dean received an urgent call from Meg that something had happened to Castiel back at the hospital and told them to meet her there ASAP. So that's what they did. Dean stuffed the tablet in a duffle bag and they got into the impala and drove off.

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After they arrive at the hospital and sneak past a few security guards, Sam, Dean, and (y/n) finally make it to the door of Castiel’s hospital room, where Meg stands chewing her finger nails and pacing back and forth. She heard multiple footsteps and looked at the group with a sigh of relief. “It took you long enough. He’s in here.” Meg opened the door and nodded her head, giving them the ‘ok’ to step inside. They walk in and see Cas staring out the window. “Hey, Cas?” The angel slowly turns around, faces them, and replies with a short “Hello, Dean.”

Castiel looks at Sam and smiles softly. “Sam,” he says with a short nod. “Hey, Castiel.” Cas’s eyes move from the tall man to the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen. That’s (y/n) Singer. Of course he has met her before. She is the daughter of Bobby Singer and an old friend of the Winchester family. She was there when Cas first connected with Dean and the taller brother and ever since then he has had feelings for her that he, as an angelic and Godly being, couldn’t quite comprehend.

To a regular human being this was a natural thing, but Cas has never experienced anything like what he experiences when he’s around her. When she flashes her perfect pearly white smile at him, he can’t help but stop mid sentence and stare at her and her beautiful eyes. When she accidentally brushes his shoulder as they pass each other or touches his shoulder as she speaks softly to him or takes his hand for comfort, his face turns color and his stomach feels like he just swallowed a bunch of butterflies. And her laugh… oh her laugh… how it makes him wish he could listen to it forever. The way she scrunches up her nose as she projects this beautiful human noise from her perfect lips makes the corners of his mouth turn up slightly in a way he isn’t all too familiar with. Cas has no idea what was happening to him. If anything, he thought he was sick. But a regular human being would classify that as love. Cas was in love with (y/n).

Cas struggled to find the right words to say as he approached her and stuttered an awkward, “Hello, (y/n).” The girl fought the urge to throw herself onto him and wrap her arms around his neck, breathing in his comforting scent as she embraced him in a big hug. Instead she put a smile on her worried face and spoke to him in the soft, calming tone that he was very fond of. “Cas.” They stared at each other for a while until Dean awkwardly cleared his throat to break some of the tension. “Look at you, walking and talking. That’s great right?”

Cas forcefully peeled his eyes away from the goddess before him and looked at Dean with a goofy smile on his face. The angel approached the oldest Winchester with his pointer finger towards him. “Pull my finger.” Dean looked from the outstretched finger to Cas with a very confused look on his face. “I’m sorry. What?”

“My finger,” Cas explained. “Pull it.” Dean stood there awkwardly for a moment before gripping Castiel’s finger. Cas raised his eyebrows at him as he waited for Dean to pull his finger and sure enough he did. The moment Dean did as he was told, all the lights in the room bursted and everyone jumped at the sudden noise. All of the shattered glass fell to the ground and the group stared at Cas in disbelief as he giggled to himself.

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“So let me get this straight. You said you remember who you are? What are you?”

“Yes of course,” Cas replied. He then gasped and turned around as if he were reminded of something he meant to say a while ago. “Outside today in the garden I followed a honeybee. I saw the welt of flowers. It was all right there! The whole plan! There’s nothing to add.” (y/n) quirked an eyebrow as she watched his gorgeous blue eyes twinkle with excitement like he just got finished riding a roller coaster or running a marathon.

“And he’s been like this for how long?”

“He’s been like that naked guy at the raver ever since he woke up. Totally useless.” Meg replied and the girl just nodded her head in response. “Well, Cas, how are you feeling? Do you feel any different from before?” Cas looked to (y/n) with a look of adoration as he spoke, “Would you just look at her. My caretaker.” The brothers looked to (y/n) with questioning looks as she gave the same look to the clueless angel in front of her. “All of that thorny pain. So beautiful.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Crazy in love,” Cas said, sighing contently as he continued to stare at her sweetly. Of course (y/n) was flattered by this sudden affection from the angel she’s been crushing on since she first laid eyes on him, but he is obviously not in his normal Cas-like state. For all she knows this could all just be a misunderstanding and when (or if) they get him back to normal he wouldn’t even remember saying those things. After giving out long, awkward hugs and sharing random fun facts about cat penises, Cas revealed how exactly he became like this and that the tablet was The Word of God. “Ok well what does it say?” Cas crossed his arms and stuck out his lip. “No.”

“What the- Cas how old are you? Just read the friggin’ tablet!” Dean yelled frustrated.

“No.”

“Cas I swear on everything sacred if you don’t read this tablet right now so help me i will-”

“ Cas,” (y/n) spoke, cutting Dean off. Cas uncrossed his arms and straightened his posture as his facial features softened.

“Yes, my love?”

“Will you please try your hardest to read this tablet? It is very important that we find out what this says. You may even help save the world if you dooo,” (y/n) bribed, singing the last part. When Cas didn’t respond she pushed a little more. “Please, Cas? It would mean the world. Can you do it for me?” She ran a hand down his arm gently as she batted her eyelashes. Cas was sure his knees were going to give out on him any second now. He grabbed her hand off of his arm and clasped it tight with both of his hands, tucking the tablet under his arm. “I would do anything for you (y/n).

Cas held up the tablet and stared blankly at it for a while. Dean began to grow impatient. “Well?” Cas cleared his throat as he began an attempt in interpreting. “Uhhhh tree…” he looked around at everyone for a second. When no one responded and continued to stare at him, obviously expecting more information, he looked back to the tablet and continued. “Horse. Fiddler crab. I can’t read it. It wasn’t meant for angels.”

“Alright,” Meg cuts in. “This all sounds bad. What are you two idiots doing with the word of God? Let me see that thing.” She takes a step towards Castiel but is stopped when Dean tells her to back off. “C’mon Dean. It’s my life on the line too.” Cas froze and stared at the ground uncomfortably with wide eyes. “I said. Back. Off. Meg.”

“Dang it enough of this ‘demons are second class citizens�� crap!” Cas suddenly cut in saying “Don’t like conflict” and teleported out of the room, letting the tablet drop to the ground and break into 3 pieces. “What the h*ll was that?” Meg just scoffed and crossed her arms. “You heard him. He doesn’t like conflict.” She flashed a cocky smile causing Dean’s jaw to clench and his hands to ball into fists.

“You know what? We don’t have time for this crap. (y/n), you deal with the tablet, Sam, you do research on how to read this friggin’ thing, and I’ll go talk to Cas.”

“Actually, Dean.” (y/n) cut in making Dean stop at the doorway and look at her. “Maybe I should go with you to talk to Cas. You and him do have a special bond but I have a strong feeling that the little amount of patience you have isn’t going to be enough at the moment.” Sam and Meg chuckled slightly but Dean ignored them. “Ya I guess you’re right. Alright. You come with me. Sam, will you please pick up the… “Word of God”? And do not let that demon get the tablet.” Sam looked at Meg awkwardly and shrugged and she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

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After finding Cas in the main room sitting quietly at a table, Dean sat in front of him and tried to talk to him while they played a game of “SORRY!”, requested by the lost angel himself. “Alright, Cas, where can we find this ‘Metatron’ guy? Is he even still alive?”

“I-I’m sorry. I believe you have to go back to start.” (y/n) giggled, earning a glare from the oldest Winchester, making her cover it up with a cough. Dean looked at the board game in front of them on the table where Cas was pointing and begrudgingly moved one of his pieces back to start like instructed. He then proceeded in his attempt to reason with the angel. “Cas, this is important.” Cas once again pointed to the board, signalling that it was now Dean’s turn to pick up a card from the stack that was located in the middle of the board.

Dean angrily picked up a card, read it in his head, threw it down, and moved his piece to where the card told him to. “I think Metatron could stop a lot of bad. Do you understand?” (y/n) could tell he was growing angry and very impatient with Cas. She quietly stood against the wall, watching anxiously. “We live in a sorry universe.” Cas held up a card that said ‘SORRY’ on it and continued to explain.

“It is engineered to create conflict. I mean, why should I prosper from your misfortune?” When he spoke he moved pieces around where they belonged and carried on as if he were simply talking about the weather versus the end of the world as we know it. There was no concern or emotion or feeling in his voice as he talked- whereas Dean and (y/n) held on to every word he said as they listened intently. “But these are the rules. I didn’t make them.”

“You made some of them. When you tried to become God. When you cut that hole in the wall.”

“Dean…” The two sat there looking at each other for a while before Cas continued. “It’s your move.” At this Dean slammed his hand on the board game and swiped it off the table forcefully. “Forget the damn game!” Cas looked down at his lap meekly and (y/n) took this as her que to intervene. “Dean! Woah, woah it’s ok. Calm down.” She put a hand on his arm, soothingly rubbing up and down making Cas stare. His mood quickly changed from shy to jealous as he watched (y/n) comfort Dean instead of him. Dean shook his head and stormed off leaving (y/n) and Cas alone. (y/n) took the seat Dean had previously been sitting in and looked to Cas with desperate eyes. Cas took notice of this and sat up straight with his hands folded on the table, giving her his undivided attention.

“Let's forget the game for one second. Is that ok with you?” Cas cutely looked to the side for a moment as he thought about the answer then nodded his head. (y/n) couldn’t help but smile at him. Although he wasn’t his true self right now she couldn’t help but notice how helpless and adorable he was being. He looked like a lost puppy. “Is there any way at all that you can help us?” Cas sadly shook his head and replied, “I’m sorry (y/n). I really am.” She could hear the sincerity in his voice. “It’s not your fault, Castiel.” He noticed her slumped shoulders and sad expression and thought of ways to try and cheer her up.

“M-Maybe when this whole thing is over with I can take you to a park.” (y/n) laughed making Cas’s cheeks heat up. “The park?”

“Ummm yes? Wait, no. I meant to say the strip club. Or was it the bar?”

“Cas, what are you talking about?” she giggled. “Well, quite some time ago Dean told me that if I liked a girl I should take her out somewhere. That and to wear protection, which is why I bring my angel blade everywhere I go,” Cas stated as a matter of factly and (y/n)’s eyes went wide as she attempted to hold back a laugh. “But it appears to me that I’ve forgotten where exactly I’m supposed to take you.”

“Wait a second. You like me?”

“Duh,” Cas chuckled and snorted as if she had told him a funny joke. “(y/n), I have been very fond of you since the day we met. Over the years you’ve made me feel things that I'm sure no angelic being has ever had the opportunity to experience. At first I was scared I was becoming ill with all the odd sensations in my stomach when you’d laugh or the muscle pains in my cheeks from smiling so much when you’d speak to me or even my face getting hot when you’d accidentally touch my shoulder. But after getting some professional advice from Dean I realized that I am truly in love with you.”

(y/n) had no idea what to say. She couldn’t believe that the angel she had fallen for after all these years had confessed to being in love with her. “Well in that case, maybe you’d like to take me to the ‘Bow Tie Bar’ right down the street here sometime.” Cas looked up, surprised that she accepted his invitation and nodded quickly. He was like a kid in a candy store. “Alright then. It’s a date.” A big smile made its way to Cas’s face along with a red tint to his cheeks. “D-Date. Right. Yes.” (y/n) laughed at his nervous stuttering and they sat in a comfortable silence for a moment. She then watched as his smile slowly faded and his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “Um, (y/n)?”

“Yes, Castiel?”

“Why exactly does the bar have a bow tie?”

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lynelovespopculture · 4 years ago

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CHAPTER 12-FRIENDS AND FOES-PLEASE COMMENT AND REBLOG

WITH PROBLEMS UPON PROBLEMS TO FIX, THE SPELLMANS MUST HURRY TO DISCOVER WHO IS AN ALLY AND WHO IS NOT.

There was a rather large mud puddle just inside the mine’s main entrance. Large enough to cause ripples when it came into contact with Zelda Spellman’s high heeled shoe. Zelda herself paid no mind to the puddle, nor to the dampness that set in just above her ankle. All she could focus on was finding lot 13. For hidden deep within lot 13 was, (what else?) the gates of hell. Not even an hour before, the Spellmans seemed on the verge of getting rid of 2 enemies with 1 stone. The trouble all started 2 days ago, when Zelda had foolishly agreed to smuggle Lilith and her newborn child out of hell. It was foolish because when Lucifer showed up looking for his servant and their child, Lilith had flown the coop leaving the Spellmens to deal with Lucifer on their own. Due to a miracle, courtesy of baby Cordelia, they managed to get the upper hand on Lucifer. Getting him safely chained up and down to the academy’s dungeon. However, everyone knew that the dark lord could only be held by a prison of flesh and blood. Using Blackwood, Faustus’s curse was Ambrose’s idea but it was Letitia who knew where to find him. All seemed to be going well when the family performed the soul transfer and sent both Blackwood and Lucifer to hell. Until Zelda found a letter from Faustus in the baby’s crib. He confessed that he couldn’t find Blackwood, so he switched places using a cloning spell, meaning that Zelda’s beloved husband was not only Lucifer’s jailer but was in hell as well! The letter explained that he was doing this to protect their family, not only Zelda and his children, but also Sabrina, Ambrose, Hilda, and Dr. C, all the people Faustus considered his family. Plus, they never spoke about it anymore, but Zelda knew that Faustus still felt immense guilt for the curse’s actions. Once the shock of the letter wore off, nothing could stop Zelda from reaching the gates of hell. Not even when Elizabeth Tudor, their old ally showed up on their doorstep and literally fainted into Zelda’s arms. She just passed her to Hilda and continued on her way. Now, she had arrived at the gates of hell. Zelda immediately went to work, twisting and turning the symbols in the correct order. As Lilith’s midwife, she was given the combination months ago. Only…now it wasn’t working. She tried again, once, twice, 3 times. Still, it didn’t budge.

“Oh no,” Even with no warning, it appeared that Lucifer still had the foresight to change the locks. “Lilith!” Zelda screamed, hoping against hope that the witch was on the other side. “Lucifer?! Faustus?! Minion?”

It soon became clear that no one on the other side of the gate was going to help her or Zelda didn’t know if anyone was even there.

“Faustus, darling? If you can hear me, I love you and I will get you out of there!” Zelda sighed, wondering what her next move should be.

“Let’s put her on the bed, Prudence, love,” Hilda suggested as she turned down the bed in 1 of the academy’s private bedrooms. Tonight had been a very odd night indeed. First, there was the whole Blackwood/Faustus switch thing, (Hilda was certainly not looking forward to telling her husband that his best friend was in hell,) then Zelda insisted on going to the gates without backup or a plan. On top of all that, Elizabeth had shown up at the door, just to collapse. Elizabeth Tudor had been a useful ally to the family and proved very helpful in aiding Sabrina with her identity problem. But that whole thing had been months ago, Hilda never expected to see her again.

“What do you suppose happened to her?” Asked Prudence.

Hilda sighed. “I don’t know,” she said truthfully. All she did know was the proud, regally dressed, half-mortal, half-witch immortal 16th-century queen the family met months ago looked next to nothing to the poor, half-dead wretch they were looking at on the bed. Her once bright, curly red hair was now limp and dirty. Her once thin yet healthy fame was now nothing but skin and bones. Elizabeth was always sharply dressed in modern outfits now all she wore was a dirty one-piece prison garb of her own time that was barely better than an old potato sack. Also, the E necklace that could always be found at her throat, was nowhere to be found. Hilda couldn’t help but notice that there were many, many, cuts and wounds on Elizabeth’s bare legs. However, that was nothing compared to what Prudence and Hilda saw once they removed the dress.

“Oh, dear!” Hilda gasped as she placed her hand over her mouth. Elizabeth’s bareback was bruised, covered in welts, and both dried and fresh blood. It was quite clear that she had been whipped several times over.

“What on earth happened here?” Hilda wondered out loud. Not only was Elizabeth a queen of a kingdom of millions of loyal subjects, but she herself was also a known warrior. Who would dare attack her?

“Looks like someone tried to burn off her mark of Cain.” Prudence lifted up Elizabeth’s wrist so the other witch could see the burn marks.

Hilda shook her head and told herself to focus. There was a jar of healing cream on the side table. Hilda gently dipped a tip of each finger into the cream and approached Elizabeth, whose Prudence held to ensure that Elizabeth remained on her side. As soon as Hilda touched her skin, Elizabeth, who had been unconscious ever since she fell into Zelda’s arms, awoke and began to scream bloody murder. When Hilda tried to touch her again, Elizabeth only screamed louder. Hilda spoke some words in Latin and Elizabeth was once again silent and sleeping.

“What happened? Is she dead?” Prudence asked.

Hilda smiled. “No. Just a little trick from my midwife days. Whenever a mother would be in too much pain, I would put her to sleep with a quick spell, and then we would continue our work. Now, let’s tend to her wounds and then maybe a quick sponge bath. Ambrose is downstairs in the library and I promised him I would help him find a spell to get your father out of hell.”

“I’m meeting Sabrina later for the same reason.”

Very, very late that night, a frustrated Zelda let herself into the house. She vowed not to come home without her husband, but what else could she do? It was 3 AM and she was still no closer to opening the gates. Zelda could swear that today she said every spell that ever mentioned the gates of hell. She even recited some spells she only knew by overhearing Sabrina practicing in her room when Nicholas was in hell. Zelda grew still so desperate that she returned to the school, right to the very same dungeon cell they kept Lucifer in, drew a pentagram on the ground, and tried to summon the devil that way. All to no avail. When Zelda entered the house this late, she expected it to be pitch dark and as silent as the grave. While it was quiet, Zelda noticed that there was a light on in the parlor. When she went in there to check it out, no one was in the room, but Zelda noticed that most of the family’s spellbooks were all over the room. I’ll clean this up tomorrow. Zelda thought as she yawned and switched off the light. Zelda went upstairs and was surprised to see that the only light on was coming from her own bedroom. Zelda walked in and her heart melted. Among the mess of books that were everywhere, some were Ambrose’s from the attic, and others that were Faustus’s were on the nearby bookshelf and the 4 girls that Zelda loved the most in the world were all on her bed. Her niece, Sabrina, who was farthest from the door, was lying on her stomach and her head was lying on an open book. Her youngest stepdaughter, Letitia, better known these days as LJ, was next to Sabrina, lying on her side. An open book resting against her hip. Her older sister, Prudence, was on her back, Cordelia on her chest. At first glance, Zelda thought everyone was asleep but when she came closer, she saw Cordelia gurgling, lifting her head, and was about to move. Luckily, Zelda was there in time to catch her daughter.

“Got you, my little wiggle worm!” Zelda smiled and kissed the baby’s cheek but then Zelda smelled something foul. Zelda brought her daughter to the makeshift changing table across the room and got her a fresh diaper. Zelda couldn’t help but stare down at Cordelia. If she hadn’t seen it with her own 2 eyes, Zelda would have never believed that yesterday that her 5 and a half-month-old baby had literally thrown the actual devil out on his ear with just her cry. True, it had been some time since Zelda learned about the mark of the divine and how it meant that Cordelia was destined to be the most powerful witch ever born. Yet reading about a prophecy and seeing it happening right before you are 2 different things. Besides her crescent moon birthmark, before today, they had no proof, it was more like…hearsay. Besides, both as a midwife and Cordelia’s mother, Zelda had been keeping an extra close eye on her daughter ever since learning about the mark of the divine, and Zelda could swear that Cordelia was developing at the same rate at any other normal 5 months old. Cordelia had just recently learned to sit up by herself, her crib mirror could provide hours of entertainment and why, it was only last week, that Zelda had come home to find Faustus, rolling around on the floor like a fool. Cordelia, who laid on her stomach nearby, had no intention of rolling over, but laughed and slapped the floor with glee over her father’s antics. How could someone so small be so powerful? Zelda wondered as she carried her baby back to the bed. In order to make room for them both, Zelda made sure that she herself laid on her side, her back to Prudence, and laid Cordelia down on the mattress, holding by a hand on her babe’s belly. Yet, the baby was still fussy.

“Hush child,” Zelda kissed Cordelia’s brow, “Dream of Hecate. Pray for your daddy’s safe return.”

Despite the fact that she had gone to bed past 3, Zelda was up by 6 AM. She grabbed an apple as she rushed out of the door. Zelda was headed to the academy’s library. Hoping to do more research about opening the gates of hell before morning assembly. Zelda was surprised but happy when within an hour, most of the rest of the family had shown up as well. Apparently, no one wanted to see Faustus in hell. Sabrina, who was the last to arrive, told the others that last night she sent Salem to keep an eye on Blackwood’s hideout all night long. The familiar had reported back this morning, saying that there was no sign of Blackwood or Judas.

The hours flew by and the study succession didn’t really uncover any new or useful information. Before Zelda knew it, it was time for morning assembly. Somehow, she got through it and after dismissing the students, Zelda headed down toward her office. She walked in and saw LJ settling a now sleeping Cordelia into what was her old cradle. It warmed Zelda’s heart until she noticed that LJ was frowning.

“Letitia, err, I mean, LJ, is anything wrong?” Zelda asked.

LJ sighed and flopped down on 1 of the seats before the desk. “I just feel so guilty.”

Zelda sat down next to her. “Oh? Whatever for?”

“I’m the one who told Ambrose and Sabrina I knew where the hideout was. I helped Father with the map.” LJ sighed and hung her head. “It’s my fault that Father is in hell.”

Zelda gave a gentle half-smile, leaned forward and cupped her fingers under LJ’s chin, forcing her stepdaughter to look her in the eye. “No, it’s not. You were just doing what you thought, what we all thought, was the right thing to do and that’s never wrong. I also want you to know that your father and I made a vow. We vowed, both of us, that we would never rest until we reunited all our children, and that includes you and your brother.”

LJ made a face. “That’s another thing I’ve been worrying about. I’m truly sorry about all the things I did to you, I can almost promise you, Judas would have been worse. You see, growing up I was the unimportant one. I was just the girl. Judas, however, was the hell sent boy, the beloved male heir who could do very little wrong. As a result, my twin brother grew up to be rather arrogant.”

Zelda nodded understandingly. “Being raised by the curse, I was afraid of that. But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. Right now, we have to get you ready before my 2nd-period class. Did you bring your assignment from home?”

LJ nodded and Zelda helped her stepdaughter to settle behind her desk. “You know, I keep on forgetting to tell you how impressed I am with your schoolwork. Not only do I think you’ll be able to attend the academy next term, but I believe we might bump you up a year.”

“Thank you. I’ve always loved reading and learning new things. Of course, I had to hide it most of my life because well, Judas never liked school and hell forbid that I should get ahead of him.”

Zelda placed a hand on LJ’s shoulder. “You’ll never have to play dumb or go at anyone’s speed but your own ever again, I promise you.”

Zelda was rewarded with a smile that lit up the room. Zelda patted the girl’s shoulder affectionately before she went to collect her things for her next class. She kissed Cordelia goodbye and headed out. She hadn’t gone far down the hallway when everything around her changed. Zelda was no longer at the academy, she was now on the balcony at Grey’s bar. Confused, Zelda looked down to see that she was no longer wearing the business suit she put on this morning and in its place was a black ball gown with a full skirt, a tight corset, and off the shoulder shelves.

“Praise Hecate, it worked! It actually worked!”

Zelda’s eyes widened. She would know that voice anywhere but it couldn’t be, could it? Zelda turned around and looked down. There he was, on the main floor and in black tie. “Faustus, darling!” Quick as lighting, Zelda ran downstairs and threw herself into her husband’s arms and covered his face with kisses. Then she asked him some of the millions of questions going through her mind. “How did you get away from Lucifer? How did you ever manage to escape hell?”

“I didn’t exactly escape hell, dearest, and Lucifer and I still share 1 body, sort of,” Faustus answered.

“Faustus, are- are you astral projecting from hell?”

Her husband made a face. “Not exactly. You see, I researched some spells just in case this happened-“

“Researched some spells just in case this happened? Who could have foreseen this?” Asked a confused Zelda.

Faustus couldn’t help but chuckle a little. “It dawned on me that I should do my homework right around the time Lilith entered her last trimester. Even if you wouldn’t help Lilith, I knew you could never refuse an innocent newborn so I figured it was better safe than sorry.”

Zelda frowned. “When it comes to Lilith, I am very, very sorry. I helped her and she put the entire family in jeopardy and indirectly put you in hell. I haven’t seen hind or hair of that ungrateful witch since I sent her upstairs to the nursery to better protect her son and watch over our daughter. Have you seen her? In hell, I mean.”

Faustus shook his head. “No.”

“If Lucifer still wants Lilith dead, he just may have to stand in line,” Zelda mumbled.

Faustus felt his wife’s anger so he quickly changed the subject. “So, anyway, this is the 2nd spell I’ve tried since yesterday and I’m pleased to report that they both worked.”

Zelda raised an eyebrow. “What sort of spells?” She wanted to know.

“Well, the first spell was called the 50/50.”

“The 50/50 spell? I’ve never even heard of that.”

“It's a very, very obscure spell. I had to dig for weeks to find it. Anyway, what happens is that I have full control of the body 50% of the time and when Lucifer is in control, I’m actually asleep, which brings me to the 2nd spell, a dream spell.”

“A dream spell? But darling, I’m not even asleep, I’m at work. So how could I’ve pulled you into my dream?”

Faustus laughed. “Oh no, my dearest. You didn’t pull me into your dream. I pulled you into mine. I do confess I don’t know how long this spell hold. But this is not a surprise. Most of my dreams involve us dancing and dressed to the nines.”

Zelda looked down at her dress. “Well, I understand being dressed to the nines, but how are we to dance without music?”

Then the music started.

“A slight delay,” Faustus smiled and took his wife in his arms. “For my next trick, I’m going to need your help.”

Zelda cuddled closer to her husband. “I would die for you.”

“Thankfully, I won’t need anything that dire. Now, all I need you to do is put a pen and a pad of paper on the kitchen table before you go to bed tonight and I’ll do the rest. Now, how are the children?” He asked as they danced.

“They miss you, we all do,” Zelda answered. “Fear not, beloved, we’ll have you out of there before you know it. As soon as we find a way to open the gates of hell and track down Blackwood.”

“Blackwood wouldn’t help you.”

Zelda shrugged. “Not willing, of course, but no matter, I wasn’t thinking of asking permission.”

Despite himself, Faustus laughed. “No, dearest, what I meant was it’s all in the name. Blackwood can’t do a soul transfer because he doesn’t have a soul because”

“He’s a curse” Zelda finished for him. “Damn, you’re right!”

Faustus nodded. “And since there is no one else who deserves this fate, I think it’s best for everyone if I stayed with Lucifer.”

Zelda was shocked. “What? Faustus no! You already promised me that we would raise our family together.”

“Yes, but if we let Lucifer run loose we might not have a family.”

“We won’t let Lucifer run loose, but you can’t give up the rest of your life for him, I won’t let you. We find another way.”

“But what if there is none?”

“There must be!” Zelda stressed and got on her tiptoes to hug Faustus. She gave him an extra squeeze before she saw it, a painting, hanging on a wall behind Faustus’s shoulder. Zelda had no idea why but it felt like the painting was calling her. Zelda slowly smiled as she remembered something Sabrina told her long ago. “That’s it! I know how we’re going to get you out of hell.” Zelda turned her head but both Faustus and Grey’s bar were gone. She was back at the academy.

“Are you alright, Sister Zelda?” A confused Prudence was at the other end of the hallway.

“Come, child. We must tell the others at once!”

Sabrina couldn’t believe it! How could she be so stupid? How could she have forgotten about Dorian’s painting into hell over at Grey’s? True, it had been a while since she and her friends had rescued Nick from hell, but still! Sabrina felt so guilty that she accompanied Ambrose and Prudence to Grey’s bar, only to find it closed. Meanwhile, Zelda was home at that very moment neatly putting a pad of paper and pen on the kitchen table before going upstairs to check on Cordelia. The next morning, the family found notes, all in Faustus’s handwriting, to all the members of the family. Some were short and friendly but 1 was a long, steamy love letter to Zelda. All of the notes said that Faustus was alright but Zelda wasn’t so sure. Grey’s bar remained closed for 3 days and things got even worse on day 4.

Zelda stood up sharply from behind her desk. “Sold it? What do you mean he sold it?”

Ambrose shrugged. “I’m sorry, Auntie, but Dorian told me himself he sold it to the highest bidder.”

“That Dorian Grey always was a vain fool!”

“Now we have no painting and no way to open the gates of hell. So, we’re back to where we started. We are not giving up, are we?” Prudence wanted to know. “I know he writes every night that he’s alright, but still”

“Prudence, we will find a way to get your father out of hell, I swear,” Zelda promised her stepdaughter. Zelda sighed as she got up after kneeling to comfort Prudence. As Zelda got up, she spotted her sister standing in the doorway. 1 look at her sister’s face told her that she heard everything.

“Yes, Hilda? What is it?”

Hilda took a step forward. “I hate to be the bearer of even more bad news but I don’t know what to do with her anymore.”

Zelda was confused. “Her? Her who?”

“Why, Elizabeth, of course.”

“Oh.” Zelda was so worried about Faustus and how to get him out of hell, that she had completely forgotten about their guest.

“It’s been 4 days and not only has Elizabeth not come out of her room, she won’t eat, she won’t do anything but lay in bed and cry. I think she’s depressed.” Hilda told Zelda as the sisters walked down the hallway toward Elizabeth’s room.

Zelda was shocked. “Depressed? Why on earth would Elizabeth Tudor, of all people, have to be depressed about?”

Hilda shrugged. “I don’t know, Zelds, but in the 4 days I’ve been treating her wounds, she hasn’t said a word to me.”

They reached the door to Elizabeth’s room. The room was pitch black inside, despite the fact that it was almost noon. Zelda went straight to the window and drew back the drapes. Bright sunlight flooded in and the figure in the bed groaned and put an arm over her eyes.

“I know I’m immortal but can’t you at least, leave me to pretend I’m dead?”

“What do you want that, my love?” Hilda asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Indeed! You think that a queen would have better things to do than stay in bed all day.” Zelda’s tone was firm.

“But I’m not a queen anymore!” Elizabeth snapped with tears in her eyes.

“No longer queen? But that’s impossible! The Elizabethans-“

“Have chosen a new leader!” Elizabeth finished for Zelda. Giving up on sleep altogether, Elizabeth got up and went to the fireplace, her arms wrapped around herself. “And because I love my people more than my own life, I had to step aside.”

Hilda shook her head. “That makes no sense. You’re a great queen.”

“If I was such a great queen, how could I allow myself to be defeated by nothing but a stupid curse?!” Elizabeth half asked, half sneered.

The Spellman sisters exchanged a glance, surely she couldn’t mean? Meanwhile, Elizabeth, who was now openly sobbing, collapsed on a nearby stool by the fire. “Do you have any idea what it means to believe to the depths of your soul that you’re meant for something, only to find out, 500 years later, that you were wrong all along?”

Zelda stepped forward. “It’s Blackwood, isn’t it? That’s why you’re here, Blackwood made himself king of your people.”

“King? No,” Elizabeth laughed shortly. “King wasn’t good enough for him. So, he made himself emperor, Emperor Blackwood. 1 day he showed up out of nowhere, I still have no idea how he found my dimension, he snapped his finger and all my people rallied around him.”

Zelda made a face. “Elizabeth, this can’t be true. Blackwood must have tricked or spelled them.”

“You don’t think I’ve thought of that?” Elizabeth asked. “The whole reason I allowed myself to be captured and tortured by my own men for over 5 months, looking for any sign, any clue, any crack of a spell that I could break and there was nothing! Just an insanity curse who declared himself emperor of the empire that I built!”

“5 months?” Zelda whispered more to herself than to anyone else. “No wonder we can’t find him. The bastard must have moved right after Cordelia was born, right after he killed me.” In a louder voice, Zelda asked Elizabeth. “What about Judas? Is he still with Blackwood?”

Elizabeth nodded. “Yes, I didn’t get to speak with him, of course, but the boy looked fine.”

Hilda stepped forward and knelt before Elizabeth. “There must be more to the story. We’ll help you.”

“Once we find a way to free Faustus,” Zelda muttered.

For the first time in months, Elizabeth thought of someone other than herself. “What happening with Faustus?”

“Long story short, Faustus allowed a soul transfer with Lucifer in order to save us all and now, he’s stuck in hell and we can’t go get him until we figure out how to open the gates,” Zelda explained.

Elizabeth looked confused. “What about Sabrina? Surely, she would help.”

“What does any of this have to with Sabrina?” Zelda wanted to know.

“You know that the spell I did with her proves Sabrina is a Spellman to her very core, but, and forgive me for even saying so ladies, but Sabrina has the blood of a Morningstar and since hell belongs to the Morningstars, all it would take would be her blood to open the gates.”

“How much blood?” Zelda, ever the overprotective aunt, asked with care.

Elizabeth shrugged. “Just 1 drop. No more, no less.”

“Cool!”

All 3 women looked up to see the teen witch in the doorway.

“Sabrina-“

Sabrina held up her hand. “Now, Aunties, I know you’re probably going to say you’re worried but this is the answer! I can feel it in my bones! Now, come on!”

Zelda and Hilda had no choice but to follow their niece out the door and down the hall. Along their way, the 3 found Prudence and Ambrose, so the Spellmans were all together when they entered the mines. Sabrina marched in first, pausing only long enough to whisper Latin words that allowed her to pluck a needle out of thin air. She pricked her finger with the needle and she saw a small but decent pool of blood on her finger, she placed it on the gate. Sure enough, as soon as it came into contract with Morningstar blood, the huge stone doors began to open.

“Whoa,” Sabrina jumped back. “It actually worked!”

Ambrose was amazed. “After all our research, this is a little anticlimactic Aunties, not going to lie.”

Zelda didn’t care what it was, all she cared about was that the gates of hell were open and she could finally get her husband back. The family went into hell and found Faustus/Lucifer exactly where the previous spell had sent him. Faustus must have been asleep because it was Lucifer’s smirk that greeted them.

“Oh, not here, again,” Lucifer sneered as the witches teleported with him to the dungeon under the school. “I didn’t know you cared so much about Daddy, Sabrina.”

“I don’t,” Sabrina retorted “but my uncle has more than proven that he deserves more out of life than simply being your jailer.”

“And now that we know where Blackwood is, we can free Uncle Faustus all that faster.” Said Ambrose, finishing his cousin’s thoughts.

Lucifer gave the children a gleeful smile before turning to Zelda. “Do you wish to tell them, Lady Blackwood, or should I?”

Zelda sighed deeply and crossed her arms. “Blackwood can’t do a soul transfer because as a curse, he has no soul.”

“Now,” Lucifer continued firmly. “You people have 2 choices here; either accept that you beloved Faustus Spellman is gone for good or separate us and allow me to walk away free.”

Zelda frowned. “Neither of those things are going to happen.”

“Come now, Lady Blackwood, we both know you have no choice. Now that Blackwood is not an option, your husband is lost to you forever unless you let me go.”

“I do it. I’ll be his next prison.” Came a voice in the back. Everyone turned to see Elizabeth.

Zelda went to her. “What are you doing? You’re just as innocent as Faustus. I can’t let you do this.”

“I’m an immortal who lost her kingdom. Though I still don’t know why the spirit of England abandoned me. I’m the only 1 who can do this.”

“No one thinks Blackwood has your people’s loyalty rightly. We find another way.” Zelda announced to the room.

Zelda, in fact, already had an idea. “I’m going to send word to the council to come help,” Zelda announced to the others as they walked in the hallway.

“Do you really think they will come?”

“They have to. As an ordained high priestess, it is my right to call on the council if I feel my coven is in danger, even if it’s from their dark lord.” Zelda said in a tone that was much more certain than she felt.

As soon as classes were done for the day, Zelda went straight to her office and began to compose a letter to the witches’ council. Only Zelda wasn’t happy with her 1st draft, so she rewrote, again and again, and again. Time flew by, and before she knew it, it was very late and Zelda had rewritten the letter 5 times. Zelda had to step away from her desk and she went upstairs to collect LJ who was catching up with Elizabeth. Once they were home, as LJ headed up to bed, Zelda casually walked into the kitchen. Going near the kitchen table, Zelda saw the pen and the pad of paper. Zelda bit her lip. She hadn’t seen Faustus in days, she missed him, and boy, did she have news for him! Zelda had read about how to write him but had no way of knowing if it would work. Zelda sat down, took the page that Faustus wrote his notes on last night, flipped it over, and wrote her own message backward.

Faustus, darling, I need to see you. Please come into my dream tonight- if you can. I love you. Zelda

It had been a long day so after saying her goodnights, Zelda went right to bed. Zelda was jolted out of a deep sleep when someone pulled on her blanket. Yet she didn’t mind, not when she saw who was smiling down at her.

“Faustus! Faustus, darling! You’re here! You must have gotten my note.” She reached up and hugged him.

“Of course, I got the note and when the woman of your dreams asks you to join her in bed, you don’t 2nd guess it.” He said and kissed her.

“Faustus, I have so much to tell you,” Zelda told her husband as they settled back in bed.

“If you want to tell me that you went to hell, I realized that as soon as I woke.”

“Yes, darling, but there’s more. We finally found Blackwood and Judas is still with him.” Zelda went on to explain in greater detail about Elizabeth and how Blackwood took Elizabeth’s kingdom and her men.

“And what’s even sadder is that no one but Elizabeth herself believes that Blackwood won that kingdom honestly.”

“Nor do I. But sweetheart, I told you before the curse can’t take my place because it doesn’t have a soul.”

Zelda nodded. “I know that. That’s why I’ve written to the council for their aid in this matter.”

Faustus made a face. “The council?! Do you really think they’ll help you?”

Zelda both sighed and shrugged. “I don’t know but I have to try. If worse comes to worst, I suppose we could always swap.”

“Swap?”

“Yes. Maybe I’ll take a week or so in Lucifer’s body and then switch back or something.”

“No way, Zelda! I refuse to put you in danger like that!”

“I wasn’t asking permission and I refuse to let you condemn yourself for all time because you still feel guilty over Edward’s damn curse!”

Her dead-on analysis stopped him cold. “How did you know?”

Zelda smiled. “Because I know you.”

“I know me too,” Faustus returned her smile, “But in my few days away, I learned a few things about myself. For example, I’ve always known I loved you and my own children of course, but I’ve also realized that I love Hilda and Dr. C and Ambrose and Hecate, even Sabrina.”

“And they love you, I know it. That’s why we Spellmans do, we love each other.”

“I also want a boring life.” Faustus continued. “Ever since I got free from the curse, all we’ve been doing is dealing with problems after problems. I want the biggest problems with the twins being that they won’t share the remote or that Sabrina needs help with her homework. Not help with being the queen of hell.”

Zelda blinked back tears. “I want that too, darling. More than anything.” She held on tight to Faustus as he kissed her. Zelda was pleased that dream sex was as passionate, pleasurable, and romantic as real lovemaking. Afterward, Zelda tried hard to cover up her yawn, but Faustus saw it regardless.

“Dearest, why don’t you just go to sleep if you’re tired?” Faustus wanted to know.

“I am tired,” Zelda confirmed. “But you told me yourself that you can’t control how long these dreams spells last and I want to spend every moment I can with you.” Poor Zelda really did put up a good fight, but all too soon, her eyelids began to droop against her will. Next thing she knew, Zelda opened her eyes to a bright morning and an empty bed. She ran her hand along Faustus’s side of the bed. “I miss you.”

Zelda could swear that she heard his voice on the wind. “I miss you too.”

The next few days were rough ones. Zelda’s letter to the council got no answer so she sent a 2nd one. When that one got no response as well, she called Rome, only to be put on hold most of the time. The good news was Zelda wasn’t the only Spellman working for the greater good.

It was Friday when Ambrose walked into Prudence’s classroom.

“Hey, sexy!”

Prudence looked up and smiled at her boyfriend.

“You know what I was just thinking?” Ambrose wanted to know. “I was thinking that it has been a while since you and I had been on a proper adventure.”

“I agree, but with all that’s going on here, I don’t think we should leave right now.”

“But what if it was for the greater good?” Ambrose tossed Prudence the spellbook he held in his hand.

Prudence’s eyes lit up as she looked over the dog eared page. “Ambrose, you’re a genius!”

“If this doesn’t cheer Elizabeth up, nothing will. Now let’s go, the sooner we leave, the sooner we’ll get back.” They left that very day.

The next day, Zelda received a telegram. It said the council would be there by Monday, and Zelda knew she could trust the note because it was written by Maxine. Sure enough, on Monday, Zelda found herself welcoming ‘Bother Maxwell’ and 3 other council members. However, getting the council there was only half the battle. Trying to discuss Faustus or Lucifer was like pulling teeth. On Tuesday, Ambrose and Prudence returned from their trip and went straight to Elizabeth.

“Where have you 2 been these past few days?” Asked the queen.

The kids exchanged a look before Ambrose answered. “We went to England.”

“We went to find England’s oldest tree,” Prudence added.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. She knew exactly what that meant. “You performed that spell that allowed you to speak to the spirit of England, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

Elizabeth moaned and threw up her hands.

“The spirit of England didn’t abandon you,” Ambrose stressed. “When we first got there, he refused to even talk to us because he thought we were working for Blackwood. When we explained that we were there on your behalf, he said he knew that something had disturbed England, but he didn’t know which monarch was robbed. Then he gave us these to give to you.” Ambrose gave Elizabeth a stack of letters. For almost 10 minutes, Elizabeth quickly skimmed all the letters. Her face ranged from surprise to shock to pure rage.

Then she looked up. “Where is your aunt Zelda?”

“In her office,” Ambrose answered.

“But she’s with the council, I think.” Added Prudence.

“Perfect,” Elizabeth muttered.

“Shall we discuss the school’s budget next?”

Zelda felt like screaming. “Gentlemen, as I said before, I didn’t call you to speak of the running of this academy. As I already told you, there is a situation involving my husband and Lucifer.”

“And as we’ve already told you, we cannot go against the dark lord’s will.”

“Isn’t it the council’s duty to help all covens regardless of what church they belong to?”

“You presume to tell us what the council’s duties are?” The council members were laughing at Zelda 1 second and were floating up in the air the next. “Mother Spellman! Put us down this moment!”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“She’s right,” Came Elizabeth’s voice. “I did!” She let her hand fall and the group also fell in a huff.

Zelda couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Elizabeth? What on earth?”

“Pardon the interruption, Your Excellency, but it appears that we were both betrayed by this so-called witch’s council!” Elizabeth tossed the stack of letters on Zelda’s desk. “This is a series of letters between Blackwood and the council. They have been helping him all along! When he asked to be hidden in April, the council gave him step by step directions on how to get to my dimension and they also gave him a very strong spell to steal my people’s loyalty.”

Maxwell wore a look of confusion. “My lords, no one told me any of this,”

Another council member shrugged. “You simply weren’t around when the first few letters came in and later, well, we all know what a fan of Elizabeth Tudor you are.”

“At least 1 of you has some taste,” Elizabeth crossed her arms. “But why involve me or my kingdom at all?”

“Because he wrote requesting a hideout and power and we thought why not give him the kingdom run by the half-breed woman?”

“This half-breed woman has commanded the armies of men, both mortals, and witch, centuries before you were born! I, who won and kept the goodwill of my people, without any spells, for over 500 years!”

“ENOUGH!” Zelda cried, furious. “These letters go back to February! How can this be? My husband wrote to you about this whole situation in May and we met face to face at the Summit in June. Why the heaven didn’t you say anything?!”

“He asked us not to and we have to protect a powerful, skillful warlock.”

“My husband is a powerful, skillful warlock! All you did was aid a dangerous insanity curse, who still has my stepson! You have 5 minutes to get out of this office and this school!”

Elizabeth looked at Zelda. “High Priestess, I suggest you keep 1 here for…personal reasons.”

Faustus looked up as he heard the dungeon door unlock and open. A man was pushed in before Zelda and Elizabeth came into view. Before Faustus could ask what was going on, Zelda kissed him and explained all about how the council helped Blackwood and Elizabeth’s idea about performing a soul transfer into this council member.

“But won’t the council miss him?” Faustus wanted to know.

Zelda shook her head. “No, Maxine assured us that she could easily make up an excuse to leave him here, and once back in Rome, someone from the Sisterhood will use a glam spell to look like him.”

Once again, the soul transfer was performed and the council member/Lucifer went sent back to hell.

“I can’t believe I have to leave you again so soon.”

It was 3 days later, and Zelda and a newly freed Faustus were saying a quiet goodbye in the woods.

Zelda placed a hand on her husband’s cheek. “It’s time to reclaim your son, once and for all.”

“And figure out how to destroy Blackwood. Then can we have an ordinary, boring life?”

Zelda smiled. “That’s the dream.”

They kissed as Ambrose came out of the bush. “We’re ready.”

After saying a final goodbye to Zelda, Faustus and Ambrose joined Prudence and Elizabeth next to a hole in the air. They went through the hole, from the woods at night to a village at midday.

“Are we here? Elizabeth, is this your world?” Faustus asked.

Elizabeth nodded. “Everything looks familiar. Expect for that” Elizabeth pointed to a tree that had a poster on it praising Emperor Blackwood.

Meanwhile, Ambrose noticed something. “Um, guys, this tavern says it’s close for the royal wedding. What wedding?”

Having lived in castles her entire life, it was quite easy for Elizabeth to sneak the others into the palace. They were already in the balcony when Blackwood and his bride arrived. From where they were standing, they couldn’t see the bride’s face.

“I have a gift for my bride,” Blackwood announced.

“It better not be a damn music box,” Faustus growled.

“No,” Elizabeth answered. “It’s my stolen E necklace.”

The new empress moved and for the 1st time, the gang saw her face, and they were shocked.

It was Lilith.

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bowieandqueen11 · 5 years ago

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Get Off Her! / Reddie Imagine

Request: hello! could I request an imagine w/ reddie in the sewers w a daughter! reader and reader gets put into a dangerous situation with pennywise (for example he starts drowning her in the sewer water near them, something of the sort) and they just become rlly protective over her? thank you in advance, love your writing! ❤️

Thank you so much love that’s so sweet of you!

Warning, some swearing!

All comments are very much appreciated!

‘Richie, we really should not be allowing our daughter to stand in millions and millions of gallons of Derry pee.’

‘Yeah, well, you got a better idea you little turd?’

Bill ignores Eddie and Richie’s little argument, turning away from Stan’s shaking head and eye roll to focus back on the task at hand, the water ice cold as it sticks against his chest, his fingers digging into his palms as he reaches the edge of the rocks.

Stepping further into the cavernous cylinder that seems to be growing smaller with each step, closing in on him like a collapsing tunnel, Richie slowly lets go of your hand to drop down into the deeper depths. You smirk a little as you hear Eddie squeal slightly in front, raising his hands up with a big ‘nope! Nope!’ as a teddy bear floats past his elbow.

‘Wow, you two are really romantic’, Bev chimes in from the back, her hair straggling down her face as she ducks her head, struggling to even out her breathe.

‘It’s a fine art!’, Richie shouts back as he shivers, feeling something definitely too slimy and too hand like slide over his thigh.

The water the gang jumps out of is a turbid brown, the colour of sewage, or as Eddie fondly calls out again,

‘It’s still the same old fucking grey water. How is it still the fucking same.’

Gasping slightly, before putting on a mocking voice, Richie says ‘language, mister!’

Branches have been blow in by the storm, and Eddie gags a little, waiting until Richie passes by so he can press his face into his husband’s thick back as he raises his eyebrows, wrapping one arm around his waist as the two of them watch a small, glittery pink shoe swirl pass, like a relic from a time long forgotten as it floats by without a ripple.

‘Was that- was that Betty Rip-’

‘Don’t think about it’, Richie whispers, his thumb trying to tenderly stroke against the goosebumps that flash painfully against his arm, but his grip is tighter than he realises and he ends up digging in a small welt. The water eddies around them, but not that relaxed way water usually does: harshly, more like mini vortexes.

‘Come on guys, we need to get out of the water, it’s n-not f-far now.’

‘Is that supposed to reassure us?’, Richie whispers with a sigh, slapping his wet leg up onto the jagged stone mound as Eddie reaches down to help him up, his flashlight bouncing around on his head and illuminating different patches of the water in a shimmering light.

It’s only when Richie bends back down, that he realises that your hand isn’t reaching up to meet his.

A little further away, darkness enveloped you. The water closed in around, filling you with a deep dread as you kicked out against it’s knobbly arms and screamed against the claws that dug into your cheek and left bubbling scratches. Red and black splotches danced in front of you as you gave the clown one final desperate kick in the shin, wiggling out of its grasp as a desperate hot wave enveloped you, warming even your frosted toes. Your heart was beating rapidly in panic, the urgency for air was apparent than ever. There weren’t red blotches in your field of vision anymore. It was all black.

Richie hadn’t even realised he’d jumped back into the water until he heard the decidedly loud splashes of Eddie beside him. He didn’t realise he was crying out in howls of pain until he saw two white gloves bob slightly on the surface of the shitty water as if taunting him.

After all, it’s no secret in this town that boys who like boys, something terrible is always going to befall them.

Every few strokes Eddie was swallowing the shitty water and within metres he was fully submerged, the light dying out with him.

It takes a few moments, but the three of you manage to rise up kicking, Richie shouting incomprehensibly as his boots connect with the water, Eddie already trying to administer CPR until you hit him away with a tired hand.

‘I’m alright, I’m alright, I just want to get out of this fucking water.’

‘Well, you’re definitely our daughter’, Richie adds, which makes Eddie chuckle slightly, but you can feel his hand dig further into your shoulder with a slight tremble as he helps you back up onto land.

You don’t even have time to stand up and take Bill’s helping hands before your dads have already wrapped their arms around your middle and smooshed your cheeks into a Eddie-Richie sandwich. Their embrace was warm, and their familiar smell seemed very protective when wrapped around your shaking body. The world around seemed to melt away as you squeezed your dads back, not wanting the moment to end.

‘You are never going out of our sight again’, Eddie mutters into the top of your head as his chin lands heavily against yours.

‘Yeah, you’re grounded for life’, Richie adds, his cheek resting against your temple as he wills his hands to stop shaking.

‘You’ll have to spend the rest of your days stuck inside, hearing me practise for my comedy shows.’

‘The ultimate torture.’

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thelostandforgottenangel · 5 years ago

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Hiding

Please be warned if you're easily triggered by abuse skip ahead!!

It had been closed to a week since Michelangelo had heard from his best friend, normally she was calling and texting him non-stop always up to come visit him whenever the woman could find the time between school and her part-time job but lately she seemed to be pulling away from him

At first he thought nothing of it, she was busy maybe she would come around but once he realized he hadn't heard from her in what almost felt like an eternity he started to get worried. When he called her phone and it went straight to voicemail that was when the youngest turtle started to question if she was okay

When was she ever not with her phone

When has she ever gone this long without sending him a funny picture or asking for him to tell her a joke; what worried him more was none of his brothers had heard from her either which explains why right now he was hurrying over the city towards her home

He didn't have to see her if she was busy he just needed to make sure she was okay

When the turtle landed on the fire escape with not so much has a sound outside her window it was obvious something was up; her window stood wide open but the room was pitch black much like the rest of her home, any other time he would have heard her music playing over the radio she always kept on to chase away the quiet but inside the dark void there was no sound

Slowly and quietly Michelangelo climbed through the window stepping into her room instantly feeling the heavy atmosphere "Hey sugar? You in here babes?" Almost instantly there was a shift towards her bed going to take another step before her small form was in front of him pushing him back

"What are you doing here...?" her small voice shook brokenly as she put more force into her pushes trying to move him back towards the window even if she wasn't succeeding "You need to leave... Mikey you need to go home now-!" she didn't dare to speak over a whisper as she listened for the other person in her home praying he either wasn't home or was knocked out cold pressing closer to her friend as she tried to guide him away shaking horribly as she tried to keep him quiet

"Dollface its been days! You're not answering any of my messages and haven't called me in Forever"

"Mikey please be quiet! Please don't make any-"

He chuckled lightly reaching over for her lamp and flipping it on unsure why she was trying to force him out when normally she invited him in but it's a light flashed on and she flinched away his eyes caught sight of her face before she could turn away his hands were cupping her cheeks looking at her in complete shock as his heart shattered within his chest "Babycakes-?"

He pushed her hair out of the way as his blue eyes took in her discolored face bruises marring the once beautiful flawless skin and those bright loving eyes carried horrible bags along with a black bruise, her soft pink lip busted and bleeding, and a bandage around her shoulder where he could see around the edges were purple "What happened- oh god are you-?" It took a minute but as his eyes glanced around he saw her normally bright room was destroyed her pictures he had made her ripped from the wall and destroyed now replaced by several cracks and holes in the dry wall that she had desperately tried to cover but had failed, her mirror shattered and on the floor, her radio was shattered against one of the walls and he caught sight of her cell phone smashed beyond repair

She froze pulling away from him as she looked back listening intently before he looked up at the door finding she had it locked and barricaded by her dresser "You have to go... Mikey sweetie you need to get out of here-" she started to push him as tears soaked her face swearing on everything in her being she had heard the floorboards creak trying to push him out the window "Please go - go before he hurts you Mike-"

"What happened... Did he do this? Did he touch you?" he had her wrapped in his arms something in him shifting as he's shushed her softly trying to calm her down brushing his fingers through her tangled hair "Did he fucking hit you!?" Normally Mikey didn't cuss out of anger more than likely to say it out of fun but right then his baby blue eyes were burning from anger glaring at the door as he heard the doorknob turn

"M-Mikey..."

It was no secret to him that his friends mom was away on a business trip and she was worried about her babygirl so she has asked her ex-husband to keep an eye on the woman but it was something else he had heard from one of his brothers that bothered him, her father had recently gotten out of jail after a few years for beating his wife and he wasn't allowed to be in the home but since her mom had a left he had made himself at home and had been quite the pain in the ass for his daughter

If he could even be considered her father he had left when she was two showed back up when she was thirteen and had put both of the two women through hell until he was arrested for almost killing his ex-wife in a drunken rage

The pounding on the door made her jump crying out in panic pressing closer to him as she sobbed softly her eyes wide in fear as a man screamed at her to open the door and it's set something off in Michelangelo that he almost never felt; for a moment he wondered if it was what Raphael felt all the time. The anger boiling in his stomach from seeing her in such a state; bruised, beaten, and shaking in terror as the man tried to kick the door in clinging to him tightly even as she continued to beg him to leave pissed him off to no end

He growled gently picking her up and pushing her into the corner handing her one of his weapons and gently placing several pillows around her as he pressed a kiss to her forehead "Stay right here babe I won't let him hurt you again-" she reached out grabbing his arm as he turned before he heard the splintering of wood patting her hand softly before turning off the light hearing her whimpering as he pushed her dresser out of the way before the door flew open

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YA!? GET Y...YOUR BITCH ASS OVER HERE YA FUCKING SLUT SNEAKING BOYS IN M' HOUSE THINKIN YOUR GONNA WHORE YOURSELF OUT LIKE YOUR FUCKING MOTHER! I HEARD THE LITTLE BASTARD!"

The man's drunken voice entered the room as Mikey hid in the shadows letting him take one step forward before his fist connected with the man's jaw sending him flying out the door "What was that you sack of shit?" he would have been lucky if that was all he got but the turtle grabbed him up and didn't hold back once the man tried to stumble back into her room "You son of a bitch!" Mikey pinned him against the wall hidden by the shadows in the dark hallway as he unleashed every bit of anger on the man his fist connecting over and over with her abusers face feeling his jaw disconnect and his nose break under his knuckles "You put you hands on a woman just try to put your hands on me"

Mikey wasn't sure how long he had laid into her bastard of a father but her screams and her small arms wrapping around him suddenly pulled him back "Mikey... Stop baby stop please- I'm sorry I'm so sorry please just stop" it wasn't until then that he noticed the man was unconscious and his knuckles were bloody breathing fast as he threw the man down quickly wiping his hands off on a discarded towel before turning around and wrapping his arms around her as she sobbed into his chest her hands clinging tight to his chest plate "L-Lets go... he's not worth this please take me from here I want to go home Mikey take me home!" he gave the man one last look before pulling out his cell phone sending a message to Casey letting him know what happened and the address telling him to bring several of the cops and get the garbage out of her mom's apartment

"Okay baby - come on let's go home" gently lifting her into his arms pressing several gentle soft kisses across her bruised face he smiled at her whispering how beautiful she was as he grabbed a few things stuffing them in a bag and putting it over his arm before he was out the window leaving the home behind as he headed towards the lair "Donnie will fix you up gorgeous then you're staying in my room I'm going to make you comfortable and cuddle you until you feel better" he tried hard not to show how upset he was but her hand on his neck made him look down as tears dropped off his cheeks being left behind on the winds as he hurried to get her home "Your staying with us... I don't care if you don't want to you should have called me I would have came and got you so much sooner I would never have let that happen to you-" he tried to toughen up his lip but it's still trembled as he had to stop trying to wipe away his tears before her small hand was on his cheek looking down seeing her bright smile before she pulled him down nuzzling against him even if her face was killing her to do so holding him tight

"I know... Mikey I knew you would come for me- just like you did" he pressed a kiss to her forehead holding her tighter before heading out over the city determined that no matter what she would never have to deal with him ever again

Once home as promised he took her straight to Donnie standing close by as his brother checked over their friend once more feeling his gut twisting as his brother pulled her shirt up just enough to reveal welts and bruised strap marks across her skin where the bastard had beat her with something; probably a belt but he didn't move from her side hearing Raphael talking to Leonardo and Master Splinter about going back and finishing him off but Mikey stayed put, keeping his promise he waited until she was fixed up before taking her to his room surrounding her with soft pillows before laying down beside her his arms protectively around the tiny waist whispering softly that he would protect her looking down when she said nothing only to smile when he found her sleeping soundly probably more peacefully than she had for the last week as he cuddled close continuing to pet her hair and softly promise he would keep her safe no matter what the smile that never left her lips told him she knew it was true

If it was the last thing Mikey did he would protect her with his own life and make sure she never knew what this felt like ever again "Love you beautiful- no more hiding"

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likethetailofacomet · 6 years ago

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A/N: So. Here’s the Ride or Die fic I never thought I’d write, because I never thought I’d play this book let alone enjoy it. But hot damn the supporting characters are way too interesting to ignore. I won’t be writing any pairings for this book. I won’t be doing any lovey dovey stuff for this book. I want to explore the motives and the thought processes of these diverse and intriguing characters, starting with Logan.

Warning: Swearing, Mentions of drug use, violence, blood, A N G S T.

Word Count: 2,761

Why couldn’t she have just run? Logan dragged a swollen, raw hand through his hair, letting out a breath slowly. His ribs ached from the kicks Salazar had rained down on him, his right eye was badly bruised and his nose had surely been broken. But none of that mattered; it was old hat. He was used to street fights, accustomed to broken bones and bloodied lips. He’d eaten pavement almost as much as he’d burned rubber on it, and he’d given out his fair share of beatings, too. But nothing he’d done or been through had ever felt like this. Guilt ignited like a flint spark in his chest the second he realized that Amber had no intention of leaving him in that parking lot. Why couldn’t she have just run? Left me like everyone does so I wouldn’t have to give a shit?

She’d gotten hurt, too. He cringed remembering how she’d been thrown into the door handle of a nearby car, opening a gash on her forehead. He’d been pinned to the ground and unable to do anything, to... to protect her. When she hadn’t run, there was something else that sparked in his chest, mixing with the guilt, and it was a furiously growing need to protect her. Not because he had feelings for her, but because somehow she’d seen fit to care about him, to stay. Sure, the rest of the crew had shown up but that’s because the odds were in their favor. Had there been one or two more of Salazar’s guys there, they’d have high tailed it and left him like roadkill, and he knew it.

But not Amber. She didn’t have it in her to walk away from someone who needed help, especially not someone she knew and trusted. Or thought she did. She only knew what he wanted her to; she only trusted what she didn’t know. She had no idea who he really was. She’d be a goddamn fool to trust him if she did, and Amber Wheeler wasn’t a fool. Top of her class, college bound, this girl was unstoppable. It had been easy when he thought she was just some preppy, privileged valley kid, some Barbie doll daddy’s girl. Easy to lead her on, say the right things. Easy to play her, take advantage of her, use everything about who she was against her. All of it was easy until he’d gotten to know her. All of it was justifiable, by his standards, until she’d stuck it out for him in that fight. Fuck. He inhaled sharply, not at the gnarly cut across his collarbone courtesy of Sal’s size 11 boot, but at the way it felt to have her want to take care of him afterwards. No one’s ever really... fuck.

He’d had no one to do anything for him since he was fifteen, and even before that, even when his mom was still around, she wasn’t really around. He’d had to do more taking care of her than she was capable of doing for him. He’d carried her to bed, he’d made sure she’d eaten, hell; he’d even brushed her damn teeth once or twice so they wouldn’t rot out of her face. In truth it was better after she got locked up, even if it meant he was on his own. He had his step brother, but Miles had slowly been separating himself from the family since their father was killed a few years earlier. Logan couldn’t blame him. Miles was like Amber; smart, did well in school. He even got a scholarship for basketball. He had a girlfriend, lived in a campus apartment, and certainly didn’t need his street rat kid brother burdening his life. The last time Miles had called, about a year ago, Logan had told him that he was staying with friends, that he had a place to sleep and that he was going to work on his GED. One of those things is true. He rolled over in his bed above Kaneko’s garage, gingerly reaching for his bruised ribs with his left hand, and stared out the thick panes of glass on the far wall of the loft.

He wondered how long he had here, with this crew and this roof, especially now that Colt was back… especially now that Amber was around. He sighed, thinking of Marissa; of how she equaled up to a puddle of used motor oil in comparison to Amber’s loyalty and kindness. Marissa was a beautiful girl. She wore the right clothes that were tight in the right places, styled her hair the right way and applied her makeup flawlessly. She was fearless. She wasn’t reserved on the streets or in the sheets- she’d been Logan’s first, using her vast experience to show him the ropes. She was a sticky, sweet trap and Logan had flown right into her, falling hard and fast and not really knowing why or what it meant. When he’d told her that he loved her, she’d laughed at him, kissed him on the cheek and said “they all do, Logan…they all do.” Three days later he’d walked in on her and Marcos, the getaway driver on the crew he was running with at the time, and he realized what she meant when she said “all”. He wasn’t special to her. She didn’t love him. She didn’t even care, didn’t even make an excuse or look embarrassed when he’d walked in on her with her tongue down Marcos’ throat and his hands inside her shirt. Marissa didn’t love him. No one did, or could, or would. No one thought twice about Logan the grease monkey.

Until Amber. He wasn’t delusional enough to think that she’d developed feelings for him, and he didn’t see her that way either, but still, there was something…everything…about her that stuck in his heart like a piece of jagged shrapnel. She wanted to know him, she wanted to care, she wanted to be his friend…wanted to be with him, to be in his life, not just use him for sex or money or for what he could do for her. She didn’t know or care enough about cars to use him for his knowledge or skills. She simply wanted to be kind, wanted to be around. He didn’t know what that meant, didn’t have any experience with something like this. His own blood didn’t seem to want to be around him. Marcos and Marissa and the rest of his last crew didn’t want to be around him. Mona, X and Toby didn’t even really make many attempts to know him or care about him; as long as he showed up on job days, as long as he pulled off the right moves and charmed the right detective’s daughter, what did they care? They saved his ass because they needed him for the upcoming job, and it would take too long to find a trustworthy replacement. That was the long and short of it. But what did Amber need him for? Nothing. She was more than capable of doing what she wanted or needed on her own. “You’re kind of a mess, Logan” she’d said to him earlier, when she was bandaging him up after the fight. What she wanted had been as simple as just the chance to show him that she cared.

Logan was a good looking guy, and he was aware of that. After Marissa there had been a few girls that passed in and out of his loft, a few girls whose lofts he’d passed in and out of as well. All of them would have used the chance to “take care of him” to get him in bed, would have offered to “kiss it better”, would have ignored the pain he was in to satisfy their own selfish desires. But not Amber. He’d even joked with her about her trying to get him naked when she’d asked him to take his shirt off. She’d just looked at him, her head tilted to one side, doe eyes full of concern as he’d removed his blood stained tee, revealing the deep laceration across his clavicle, the angry red and magenta bruises that were swelling on the right side of his ribcage. She’d gasped, but not the kind of gasp he’d heard from girls like Marissa, the kind of gasp that told him she’d never seen anything like this before…the kind of gasp that told him she was frightened for him. “Logan…” she’d said his name so softly, like a whisper, like a wish. He’d never heard his name sound like that before, and when she reached out and touched him, there were no ulterior motives behind it other than cleaning his wounds and stopping the bleeding and applying ice to the swelling. She’d gently rubbed cream on the deep cut over his eyebrow, carefully avoiding the welt forming on his cheek, laying her fingertips feather-light atop his battered skin as she looked into his eyes. The right one was scarlet red from the several broken blood vessels, the left narrowed, as he stared up at her, his head in her lap.

“Amber…I’m so sorry…for all of this, for putting you in this situation, for…” he cut himself off. For using you. For dragging you into this world, for putting you and your father in danger, for looking at you like everyone looks at me. He needed to tell her the truth. He wanted to tell her the truth, even if it meant losing the only person who’d ever really shown him that he was worth giving a shit about. But he couldn’t do it yet…he was ashamed, but he needed this, needed the way she was taking care of him…needed to feel like he was worth more than his weight in engine parts. He closed his eyes as she moved the ice from the top of his brow to the crest of his cheek.

“Hey,” she said, a slight waver to her voice as she scrunched her nose and shook her head, “don’t worry about it, okay? Just…just don’t go getting into any more fights. I’m not that good at this,” she gestured with the roll of gauze in her hand as she packed it back in the first aid kit. She sighed, her eyebrows coming together. “They got you good, Logan,” she frowned.

“Not good enough,” he tried to flash her a smile to cover the way he was feeling, but he was pretty sure it just came off as a wince and her frown deepened. What she probably heard was “I can take it, I’ve had worse”, which was true, but what he’d meant was “Not good enough, I’m still here, still alive, they should have killed me” which would have solved the problem of how and when to explain to her that he wasn’t the person she thought he was, that he wasn’t worth all the trouble she’d put herself in to be there for him.

She’d responded by swallowing and giving him a sad shake of her head as she finished cleaning up the bandages and supplies. She carefully removed herself from under his head and shoulders and crossed the loft to stow the kit in the cabinet that she’d seen Logan take it from. He watched her, that guilt still spreading through him like a slow burning flame. As she stood, she turned back towards him, wiping her hands on her jeans. “Okay, we should get some more ice on that,” she pointed to the welt on his cheek. “I’ll go down and grab some, okay? You can stay here and rest.”

Logan winced as he shook his head, sitting up. “No way, I’m coming with you.” I don’t trust anyone down there, don’t trust that they won’t slip and tell her something, don’t trust they won’t try to make a move on her. He followed her downstairs to the small kitchen, where she’d reached into the freezer to refill the ice bag. In the brighter light, he saw the cut on her forehead better than he had upstairs in the loft- it was more than just a bump and a scrape, it was deeper than he’d originally thought. His blood went cold as he remembered the sound she’d made when she hit that car, the pain he’d heard from her, and yet, here she was taking care of him. The spark of guilt had completely combusted when he saw the dried blood near her hairline. Just as she turned to face him, ready to go back upstairs, he’d reached out and closed his fingers around her wrist, his swollen knuckles protesting as he squeezed lightly to get her attention. “Amber, you’re hurt…” He didn’t sound like himself, his tone deflated.

She absently touched the spot on her forehead and shrugged. “It’s not so bad, really, you’re…”

Logan’s eyes darkened then. He dropped her wrist and balled his fists, furious with Salazar, furious with himself, furious with Kaneko and Colt and the whole crew. “Why didn’t you leave when I told you to run, Amber?”

She blinked at him as though she didn’t understand the question, as though he’d asked it in some foreign language. “I wasn’t about to just leave you, Logan, are you crazy? They could have...” she shook her head. “I wasn’t going to leave you.”

He took a step towards her then. “You have to, okay? You have to be able to walk away at any time or else…” Or else something will happen to you and it will be my fault. Or else I’ll have to come clean. Or else I’ll have to change everything about who I am…and I don’t know if I can. He screwed up his face in a serious expression, and she must have noticed.

“Okay…” she said, just as softly as she’d said his name upstairs. “Okay, Logan, I’ll listen next time. Just…come on, let’s get you back upsta-“

Now. You have to make her leave now. She just said she’d listen. Make her prove it. Make her show you that she has enough sense to walk away from you, you piece of shit. He wanted her to stay. He wanted her to keep taking care of him, to show him she was there for him, to ease the physical pain he was in. But the physical pain was nothing compared to the inferno of guilt and shame that was destroying him from the inside out. “Amber, you should go home.” His throat burned with the venom he put into his words, but he needed her to leave, needed to know she was home and safe and far from him.

Her eyebrows flew up as her soft brown eyes doubled in size. Her bottom lip quivered slightly, but she bit it back, not wanting him to see that his words were affecting her. “But, I…”

“Go home, Amber. You don’t belong here.” He stood stock still while his heart pounded painfully and the fire roared on. She straightened her spine and fixed the sleeve of her sweater that had slid down her shoulder. With a nod that sent her curls bouncing, and a twitch of her lips that filled his heart with lead, she turned without a word and headed out the garage door. He watched her go until he heard the door bang shut. He waited a few more minutes to make sure she hadn’t come back, and when he was sure she hadn’t, he took the bag of ice and headed back up to the loft.

Good. She listened. She’s gone. He sunk into his bed as the weight of day sunk heavily on top of him. She’s gone. It was what he wanted. It was what he needed. It was what he wished she’d done earlier. So why did it feel like a mistake? Why did it feel like he was sealing his fate as friendless, lonely, lower -than -dirt Logan? Because that’s what you are. That’s what you deserve. Get her out of here, contain the damage. Protect her. But even as he thought the words, even as he tried to believe them, he recalled her eyes and the way she’d looked at him. He recalled her voice, and the things she’d said. He recalled her hands and the way it had felt to be touched by someone who wanted nothing in return. Fuck. Why couldn’t she have been some cookie cutter rich kid? Why did she have to be her? Why couldn’t she have left?

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