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Demons, the Lady of Dreams, and Tripled Fees

Horrifying nightmares of his worst mistake haunting every attempt to fall asleep. A member of the royal family possessed by a demon. A graphic exorcism performed in the dead of night, where one of the people involved would not live to see the morning.

Y’know, just a normal Tuesday night in the life of Morpheus Constantine. Or at least, it started out that way.

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HELLO EVERYONE!!! I had this idea last weekend while I was working, of a role reversal AU where Morpheus is the Constantine and Johanna is Dream and got so fucking excited that the first thing I did upon coming home was run to my laptop and start writing. It is twelve pages long in my Google Doc, so let’s hope Tumblr isn’t a dick about letting the whole thing be in one post. I had so much fucking fun writing this, it was an absolute joy, so I hope you all enjoy it too! I’ve also posted it here to Ao3, so go give it a kudos if it’s not too much trouble. OH ALSO: Netflix didn’t put the Latin words Johanna says in the subtitles, so I had to write out the words as they sounded, so this Latin will probably be incredibly awful. But other than that, happy reading!

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It was storming by the time Morpheus arrived at the nightclub. The droplets made the neon lights of the sign gleam even more harshly. There seemed to be no sign of anyone there, but he could still feel what was inside. It was emanating from there, like the entire building was vibrating from a silent scream.

As the cab rolled away, Morpheus took out his phone and looked down at the lockscreen. The messages were still there, the same place they had been when they flashed across his screen an hour ago.

Morpheus its happening again You need to get over here i’m really really scared I’m with dad at leland city club PLEASE HURRY

Seemingly on cue, there was a loud rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning.

The capital letters reminded Morpheus he couldn’t waste any more time. He put his phone back in his coat pocket and went to open the door and head inside. He didn’t regret giving Jed his phone number, because someone had to be there for the poor boy besides his sister. But he was rather frustrated that Cori fucking Walker made Jed have to use it so much. Whatever. He would just fix this and go back home… and definitely take Jed and Rose with him.

Sure enough, the nightclub atrium was completely empty. It was completely dark, save the neon light fixtures that were blinking weakly. The energy he had felt outside was even stronger now, enough that it vibrated through his body. The hairs on his neck and arms stood up and, despite the amount of years he’d been doing this, a chill ran down his spine. Because bright light was bursting between the cracks of the doors in front of him. That had to be where it was.

Morpheus swallowed to harden his resolve and stepped towards the doors. He was seriously debating just finding Jed and Rose and leaving, letting their father deal with the mess he had undoubtedly made. But no, he couldn’t do that. That would make the mess even worse.

He reached for the door handle, ready to throw it open. He would deal with this as quickly as possible. Hopefully it wasn’t too powerful a demon…

“Morpheus!”

Morpheus whirled around and saw Jed hurrying towards him from where he’d hidden in the bathroom. “Jed!” He rushed towards him and knelt down, relieved to see that Jed looked unharmed besides the incredibly frightened look on his face. “I came as soon as you texted. What happened?”

“We have to go!” Jed grabbed his arm and tried to drag him away. “We have to get out of here!”

“And we will,” Morpheus said calmly as he stopped the boy. “Just tell me what’s happened.”

Jed looked at him fearfully. “... He said it was an accident. Like when Mom died.”

God fucking dammit. A part of him had really been hoping someone else had done this. He bit back his frustrated sigh and instead asked, “Where is your sister?”

“S-She’s not here. She’s sleeping over at Judy’s house.”

Well, at least that was a good thing. One less Walker to worry about. “Good.” He straightened up and looked at Jed pointedly. “Now where is your father?”

Jed turned and pointed to a door off to the side. Morpheus strode towards the door, hearing Jed’s quicker footsteps hurry after him. He was going to give Walker the ass-kicking of his miserable life when this was over.

The door ended up leading to a backstage area of the club, which turned out to be far less destroyed than the rest of the place. And among the strewn about instruments, containers, shot glasses, and alcohol bottles was Cori Walker, passed out on a pentagram drawn on the floor in white chalk.

This time Morpheus did sigh in frustration and marched over to stand over the constant source of disaster and despair… and the pentagram he was lying on top of. “Walker!” he barked.

A book lying on the floor by Walker’s head caught his eye, specifically it’s title of SATANIC RITUALS displayed on the cover. He angrily snatched it up and smacked Walker across the head with it. “Hey! Walker!”

He hit him again, and this time the man startled awake. He looked around, then turned to look up and found Morpheus glaring down at him. He simply gave him an unconcerned grin, like a sheepish child caught with his hands in the cookie jar. “Hello, Morpheus,”

“What the fuck did you do?” Morpheus growled.

“We were just havin’ some fun,” Walker insisted.

“Some fun?” Morpheus brandished the book cover at him. “Summoning demons is having some fun?” Walker simply shrugged sheepishly and he forced himself to not hit him with the book again. “Who is “we”? Where are they?”

“They must still be inside,”

“Inside the club?”

“Yeah… You don’t wanna go in there, man.”

Morpheus scowled down at what surely had to be the bane of his entire existence. “No. No, I do not. But someone has to clean up your mess.”

He threw the book back down on the floor and straightened back up to head back into the atrium. Jed moved to join him. “I’ll come with you,” he insisted.

Morpheus stopped and put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “You’re safer in here with your father, Jed, shocking as it may seem.” He squeezed Jed’s shoulder comfortingly. “Stay here. I’ll be right back.”

Jed still looked unsure, but nodded hesitantly. “C-Can I go with you when you leave?”

Morpheus couldn’t help his small affectionate smile. “Of course you can. We’ll go home, get some sleep, then call your sister in the morning. In the meantime, stay here. All right?”

“Okay,” Jed nodded. “Be careful.”

“I will, Jed,”

With that, he left the room and strode purposefully across the atrium towards the doors. They were shaking now, holding surprisingly well against the demonic force inside. Whatever demon was in there was most likely feeding on Walker’s friends, too busy snacking to leave. Oh well. If they were friends with Walker then their deaths probably weren’t that great a loss.

Morpheus suddenly found himself inside a long, dark hallway. Did his surroundings suddenly change or had it always been a hallway? He couldn’t remember now. He slowly, hesitantly lifted his hand to turn the doorknob and open the door. But something inside him was telling him to run, to turn around, grab Jed, and leave.

Turn back now. This can’t happen again. You can’t let this happen the way it did again.

But before he could seriously think about it, his hand was on the doorknob, and the door was swinging open.

An explosion of light blinded him. The heat of flames hit his face. Unholy screams and wails overwhelmed his hearing. Then something grabbed hold of his foot and yanked him into the room.

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Morpheus snapped awake and sucked in a deep breath. He could feel his heart racing as his eyes adjusted and he tried to see where he was.

“Alright, bruv. We’re here.”

He wasn’t back at the nightclub, facing a demon with Jed waiting for him to take him away. He was in a cab, completely alone. And Jed…

Morpheus tried to ignore the stab of guilt that went through him. “Sorry,” he said absentmindedly as he fumbled for his seatbelt. “It’s been a long day.”

“My day’s just gettin’ started,” the cab driver sighed tiredly.

“I have a feeling mine is as well,” Morpheus muttered. He pulled out his wallet and took out his credit card to pay the fare, then got out of the cab.

The cool night air hit his face and he breathed it in to clear his head. He looked up at the looming cathedral as the cab drove away behind him and shoved his hands in his coat pockets. He wondered if his work would feel more important if he had gotten more sleep, but as it was, he just wanted to get it over with and go home. Just home, not back to bed–he knew he wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep. The memory of that nightclub and what happened to Jed haunted him at night. The shadows on his walls seemed to taunt him with his guilt, whispering “Your fault,” over and over. The daytime wasn’t much better–waking hours spent wondering if Rose would pick up this time if he called… not that she ever did.

Morpheus took another deep breath of the crisp air. He had to focus. He couldn’t change what happened, nor could he make Rose hate him any less. But he could do this. He could do this job. It was why he was called. So with that, he began to walk towards the steps of the cathedral.

“Morpheus Constantine!”

The voice behind him made him freeze. He turned around and couldn’t help smiling wryly as he walked towards the man dressed like G. K. Chesterton standing under the streetlight.

“It’s rather late to be going to church, dear boy,” the man said cheerfully. “Even if you’ve dressed up quite well for it. Is that a new black coat?”

“What are you doing here, Gilbert?” Morpheus asked in amusement.

“Oh, the same as you, I expect,” Gilbert replied, eagerly shifting the hat and cane he had tucked under one arm. “She’s coming, isn’t she?”

“Who?”

“Oh, you surely must know who! Lady Johanna.” At Morpheus’s confused blinking, Gilbert went on. “The Lady of Dreams. The Oneiromancer. You know, the Sandman!”

“The Sandman,” Morpheus repeated, wondering if Gilbert had another screw loose. “The woman who puts little children to sleep? She’s only a fairy tale, Gilbert.”

“Oh, she is no fairy tale, dear boy. She’s back, and she wants her sand.”

Morpheus just smiled amusedly. Yeah, right. “Thanks for letting me know. But I’m late for work.”

He nodded goodbye to Gilbert, then turned to head towards the cathedral steps. “Take my word for it, dear boy, she has returned!” Gilbert called after him. “I know! I am two hundred and eighty years old, and I know!”

Morpheus couldn’t help laughing quietly and turned to briefly wave at Gilbert. Crazy old man…

“Constantine.”

He turned and abruptly stopped again (how many times would this happen tonight?). This time he had been stopped by a woman, who had appeared out of nowhere on the steps in front of him. She looked about the same age as him and had long brown hair. She had a fancy white trench coat over a black turtleneck, dark pants, and black combat boots. And strangest of all, she was looking at him like she knew him… even though Morpheus was sure he had never seen her before in his life.

Morpheus scrutinized her, trying to remember if he had ever met her before. “Do I know you?” he asked aloud.

“We’ve got business, you and I,” was the woman’s response.

Business? What business? He was certain he’d never met her before.

He glanced at the cathedral and looked back at her. “With all due respect, you’ll have to wait. I have business with God first.”

The woman said nothing as he walked up the steps past her and towards the church. But he could feel her eyes on his back, watching him. He had half a mind to turn and yell at her to fuck off. But it was far too late and he was far too tired of life to deal with anything besides the job he had to do. So he ignored her stare and walked up the rest of the steps to shove open the cathedral door.

The sound of his boots against the floor echoed through the vast, empty hall as he entered, looking around for any sign of life amongst the many candles. “Lucienne?” he called out, hearing his voice carry.

Almost in answer, Lucienne’s shaved head poked out behind a corner and she smiled happily upon seeing him. “Oh good, you’re here,”

“Not a favor,” he reminded her as he made his way up the small set of steps to her. “I’m getting paid or I’m going back to bed.” He decided not to mention that going back to bed would probably involve watching crap reality shows on Netflix instead of actually sleeping.

“And I’m sure you won’t accept “the honor of doing a service to devout followers of God” as payment?” Lucienne drawled as they walked through the vast chamber.

Morpheus chuckled wryly. “I never do. So tell me, why have I been summoned this time?”

“The usual reason. There is a soul in need of your help.”

“Who is it?”

Strangely, Lucienne paused before saying, “Oh… does it really matter?”

She sounded far too casual. Morpheus gave her a suspicious look.

“If I double your fee?”

He stopped walking and stared expectantly at her.

“Triple it?”

Tempting… but he still wanted to know.

Lucienne sighed. “Let’s just say, her family has means,”

Oh, not this shit again…

Morpheus sighed. “If her family is in any way royal, the answer is no. I’m done with that.”

“I know, but none of them know she’s here,” Lucienne argued.

“Who is it, the princess?”

“I can neither confirm nor deny. She came here about an hour ago, demanding that I marry her and her boyfriend before the palace and the press find out.”

Morpheus frowned. “Why? Who does she want to marry?”

Lucienne looked like she was biting back a laugh. “Kevin Brody,”

He blinked at her. “The football player?” Lucienne nodded. “Perhaps she is possessed, then. She could do far better.”

“I don’t follow sports, so I really can’t say,”

What was this, a bad romance novel? “Lucienne, just because a Goldsmith-educated princess wants to marry a subpar football player–”

“It’s not just that,”

“–does not mean she needs an exorcism.”

“It’s not just that,” Lucienne repeated with a sigh, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Just talk to her, and you’ll understand.”

“It’s far too risky with royals,” Morpheus argued. “If this goes wrong, there will be a dead princess, a demon running riot, and no one to…”

“Let me go! FUCK OFF!!”

Morpheus trailed off at the echoing screaming and turned to look in the direction it came from. “... Well shit,” he couldn’t help saying.

“Told you,” Lucienne muttered.

“Is that her?”

“Can you not smell the sulfur?”

He could, actually. But he’d gotten so used to it by now he hadn’t noticed it at first.

Morpheus paused, weighing his options. Either he went in there and tried to exorcize a member of royalty who potentially didn’t need an exorcism… or he could go back home and fight off sleep, just so he wouldn’t have to relive the memory of that godforsaken nightclub again.

He sighed. “Where is she?”

Lucienne smiled happily and they resumed their walk. “In my office. You’ll need this,” she handed him her Rituale Romanum, “and should I get holy water as well?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Morpheus hummed, thinking about what to do. “I cannot burst in speaking in Latin… Has she been restrained? Is that why she sounds like that?”

“She sounds like that because she’s been possessed by a demon,” Lucienne huffed.

“We could tie her up,” Morpheus said thoughtfully. He had half a mind to continue the joke, just to see how scandalized Lucienne would get. “Do you think she would enjoy that?”

Sure enough, she stopped and looked at him like he’d just told her he didn’t care for The Godfather. “She is British royalty!”

“We don’t have to drug her,” Morpheus insisted, trying not to laugh at her face. “It would all be very consensual.”

Lucienne looked like she wanted to smack him upside the head. “Have you got any other ideas?”

Morpheus looked in the direction of where the princess was still screaming. Then an idea popped into his head. “I do.” He turned to Lucienne. “But I’m going to need your clothes.”

A few minutes and a decision to not remark to Lucienne how they somehow were the same size later, Morpheus stood, fully clad as a vicar, in front of the princess and the football player. After getting a good look at him, he stood by what he said before–the princess could definitely do better. Both of them were so eager to get married as quickly as possible that neither of them noticed that the vicar performing the ceremony had messy, unkempt hair and eyeliner.

He could smell the sulfur in the room (it was so strong he was sure he’d have to put his clothes through the wash to get the rotten egg smell out), and could feel the presence of something unholy. The problem was, he couldn’t tell where it was coming from. He was pretty certain it was coming from the princess, since Lucienne was rarely wrong about who she thought was possessed. But still, he didn’t like any kind of uncertainty.

“Do you, Princess, take this–”

“I do.”

Morpheus trailed off at the slightly rude interruption. But the princess, clad in a simple yet becoming white dress, simply stared back at him with hardened resolve.

Kevin Brody, being the second-tier football player he was, seemed less certain, glancing at his fiance hesitantly. “Wait–babe, are you absolutely sure you wanna do this?”

The princess turned to him, and Morpheus half-wondered if she would ask if she fucking stuttered. “I said “I do” because I do, Kevin.”

“No, I mean… Are you sure you don’t want a big royal-wedding-of-the-century-type wedding? With, like, the queen and photographers and stuff?”

Oh dear, trouble in paradise already. If it turned out there was no demon, Morpheus may be convinced to get a social media account just to see how this marriage played out.

The princess’s face softened into what had to be the most loving, adoring look Morpheus had ever seen. If not for the circumstances, he would’ve admitted it was genuinely sweet. “I just want you,” she told him.

Ew. Definitely the plot of a bad romance novel… not that he read those.

Her words seemed to persuade him, and they both turned back to him. “Let’s get on with it, please,” the princess said politely.

Morpheus nodded slightly. “And do you, Kevin–”

He heard a cracking noise, then Kevin Brody yelped. “Ow! Yeah! Yeah, I do.”

“Wonderful. Then repeat after me. Da locum derisimae.”

“Da locum derisimae.”

“Da locum empi isimae.”

“Da locum empi–”

Kevin Brody suddenly stopped and hunched over, coughing loudly. Both the princess and Morpheus’s heads immediately turned towards him as he cleared his throat and straightened up, trying to laugh it off. “Sorry,” he chuckled awkwardly. “Been fasting. Just in case there were photographers. You know what I’m sayin’?” The princess looked like she very much did not know what he was saying, and his awkward grin faded. “Doesn’t matter.”

She gave him what looked like a warning glare and turned back to Morpheus. “Keep going,” she demanded.

Morpheus, however, wasn’t looking at her. He was studying Kevin Brody suspiciously. Maybe he’d been right all along, and the princess wasn’t possessed at all… but someone in this room still was. “Da locum christo…”

“Da locum christ–” Kevin Brody doubled over again, this time looking like he’d been about to throw up. He held up a hand desperately. “Sorry, can we–”

Morpheus kept chanting, the words coming rapidly. “Vonelium venistido perebustubis,”

Kevin Brody grabbed his throat and doubled over in pain, actually gagging this time. The princess just looked at him, aghast. “Are you going to be sick?! Kevin! Are you going to be sick during our wedding?!”

Morpheus just studied him and went on. “Quotis boliavit quam regnum tuom destrucit.”

The princess kept looking back and forth between him and her fiance, who had been sent down to his knees. “Kevin!”

Kevin Brody gagged… and then a green hand with black nails slowly slithered out of his mouth.

Oh shit. “Quivit emigavit, evasa tuem eripulit!”

And Kevin Brody, or at least his body, was rocketed to its feet and its head was thrown back as a green arm and hand burst out of the mouth. The demon inside growled, the sound booming through the cathedral, as the hand clawed at the air. Then another green hand slowly appeared, then an arm, tearing through the mouth and face as it fought its way out of its constricting vessel. Then both hands reached back to grab the top of the head, and tore the body in half. What used to be subpar football star Kevin Brody exploded in a mess of blood, bones, and flesh. In the body’s place stood a huge, hulking demon. He had green skin, pointed ears, spikes of purple-gray hair atop his head, completely black eyes, and a darker green vest and pants. The demon exhaled with an enraged snarl and stood to his full height, towering over the princess and Morpheus’s heads.

Morpheus’s mouth dropped open in surprise as he vaguely registered the princess bursting into terrified tears. Wow. He really hadn’t seen that coming. Lucienne had been convinced the princess was possessed, not the footballer, and she was never wrong. That’s a twist.

Speaking of whom… “Lucienne!” he called, not taking his eyes off the demon. The demon glared right back at him as his arms and legs slowly cracked and snapped back into place.

Footsteps echoed, then Lucienne appeared, clutching his coat around her. She froze in shock upon seeing the demon. “You won’t believe this,” Morpheus said to her, “but you were wrong about who was possessed.”

“Oh dear,” was all Lucienne responded with.

Morpheus glanced at the princess, who had backed away in terror and had her hands over her mouth to conceal her hysterical sobs. “Get her out of here.”

Lucienne nodded and went to place her hands gently on the distraught princess’s shoulders and hurry her out of the hall. “Come along, dear. There we go. Come with me.”

The demon’s head and body turned and he seemed to be watching as Lucienne and the princess left the room. He let out a growl of frustration. Morpheus didn’t want to find out if that meant he was going to attack them, so he began to chant again, stepping down to the floor. “Visitas vasuomos dominae. Habitatione istum et omnis–”

“You… talk too much,” the demon snarled as he turned around to face him. “Especially for a little twink in eyeliner.”

Morpheus chose to ignore the very original insult he had never heard before. “If you tell me your name, I’ll stop,” he retorted.

“Now why would I do that,” the demon said, advancing on him with a very lecherous smile, “when there’s far more enjoyable ways to make you stop?”

“His name is Choronzon.”

Morpheus whipped around and found the woman from outside in the white trench coat standing behind him. Her chin was raised regally and she gazed at the demon—Choronzon, apparently—with a very intent look, like she wanted something from him. “A Duke of Hell,” she finished.

The green-skinned demon grinned at her. “Surprised you remember me, Lady Johanna,” he sneered mockingly, “after your little vacation away.”

The woman simply smiled dryly at him. “Nice to see you too, Choronzon,” she said mildly sarcastically.

Morpheus, who had backed away a few steps, turned to look again at the woman, this time remembering what Gilbert had said to him. “Lady Johanna?” he repeated to himself, astonished. He couldn’t believe it…

Choronzon apparently heard him. “It is indeed, little twink. Though she looks a bit different without her helm.” He grinned at her. “Now where do you think that could be?”

“I’m guessing it’s in Hell with the demon it was traded to,” Lady Johanna shot back.

“Yeah, but which demon? Gimme the princess and I might be willin’ to tell you.”

Fuck this. Morpheus was out of patience. He wasn’t sure what the hell was going on here between these two primordial beings, but he was past the point of caring. It was far too late for this shit. So he grabbed his crucifix out of his boot, held it out towards Choronzon, and began to chant again. “Exis ergo, Choronzon!”

A panicked look appeared on Lady Johanna’s face. “Wait!”

Flames began to appear around Choronzon’s feet with a blast of heat as Morpheus kept chanting. Choronzon yelled in surprise and fear as tendrils of flames wrapped around his arms and pulled him down.

“ALRIGHT FINE!” he yelled, whipping his head around to Lady Johanna. “I’ll tell you where your fucking helm is. Just don’t send me back!”

“Erventis tutis suom memuoquis–”

“Constantine!” Lady Johanna yelled, running down the steps. “Stop!”

“–engentium Choronzon! Visitas vasuomos dominae!”

“I SAID STOP!” Lady Johanna screamed as a portal opened below Choronzon’s feet and he was slowly sucked down. “STOP!”

“DREAM OF THE ENDLESS COMMANDS YOU!” Choronzon roared at Morpheus as he finished his chant.

“Make like a good demon and fuck off back to Hell!” Morpheus shot back.

The floor rumbled under his feet and flames appeared between the stones. Ash and flame shot up and twisted around Choronzon’s body, consuming his form, until with one last despairing roar, the demon was dragged back down to Hell.

Morpheus slowly lowered his crucifix as the embers blinked out, and finally turned his eyes to look at the woman across from the mess of soot on the floor. Lady Johanna looked down at the place Choronzon had just disappeared from, then slowly lifted her head to give him a mortified look.

“Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?” she asked him.

With a flourish, Morpheus snapped the Rituale Romanum shut. “I do,” he replied, finally allowing himself to smile in satisfaction. “I have just tripled my fee.”

Then he turned on his heel and strode away. Tonight was turning out to be pretty okay after all. “Lucienne? Will I be invoicing the Church of England or Buckingham Palace for this?”

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #sandman #sandman on netflix #sandman fanfiction #role reversal au #morpheus #dream of the endless #johanna constantine #cw noncanonical character death #i seriously had so much fun writing this #jed i'm so sorry i did that to you sweetie #yeah sorry again about the latin #i tried using google translate but that wasn't much help so #hope you enjoyed!#fanfiction #my writing #thanks for reading!

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deldeldel90 · 3 years ago

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Imagine a role reversal AU with...

Lilyth (who kept her original appercerence (having been originally from her island, but had been accidently kidnapped by a pirate and ended up in the hands of the pastek king and queen because they didn't want to deal with the war that could come from it) and due to how awful the conditions were living there (people resented her for not being the ideal beauty standard/messing up the magic thing or whatever and her parents were detached and didn't really care for her), she grew into a rather cold woman, who sent on travels around the world to negotiate trade, and her ship had gotten wreaked on an island where people... looked like her.

And she met Jack, who was treated as a bit of an oddball, because he looked vastly different from everyone, yet was quite kind. And she fell in love with him, and yadayadayada canon happens.

(Jack's diary is about how weird he thinks Leelathae's - he didn't quite know how to pronounce her name - family is. How they're always watching him. How uncomfortable they make him with their constant comments about how they would 'save' their family line. He detests them for hurting his wife, and writes that he wishes that they were kinder, and that he felt Leelathae deserved so much better.)

Lilyth's best friend - Isolde - wasn't happy about this one bit, and would forever feel betrayed by her best friend's choices.

(Leland is just innocent bystander in all this, wondering why his wife would care so much about Lilyth.)

#cursed princess club #cpc au #cpc leelethae #cpc king jack #cpc isolde #role reversal au

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rainydaysofspring · 4 years ago

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Why are you lying to me?

Hello everyone and welcome back to another round of angsty Open Heart Fanfiction! I got a little carried away with this...

My requests are OPEN, so if you want me to write anything, hit the ask-button!

Prompt: "Why are you lying to me?"

Words: 1.826

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Liliana Summers)

Warnings: General Angst, Death, a little Hyperventilating, Crying. If I forgot any, feel free to reach out!

Tag-List: @ethandaddyramseyx @catchinglikekerosene @maurine07

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Liliana sat on the round table in the diagnostics office, her mind wandering around possible diagnoses for their patient. The team had already ruled out numerous possibilities, but they weren't out of Options. They decided on their next steps when Liliana's phone rang. She saw it was her mother trying to reach her. She excused herself from the table and stepped outside the office.

"Mum, what is it? I'm in a meeting, I'm a bit short of time..." Her sentence got cut off by a sound at the other end of the line. It sounded like a sob for all she knew. "Mum? Is everything okay?" Her mother took a second to collect herself, then spoke up. "Bug, it's your brother." The tone of her mother's voice confused Liliana. It was shaking and thin. "He's dead. He got killed in a car crash." In shock, it took Liliana a second to process what her mother just said. "Are you serious?" Her voice grew thinner, proclaiming the fact that she was about to cry too. "Lili, I'm sorry. It happened last night. I have to go now. I love you." Still shocked, Liliana just said, "Love you too."

Trying to conceal what Liliana's mother just told her. Her brother died. She straightened her posture. Baz and Harper were about to leave when she stepped back into the meeting.

Ethan looked at Liliana, observing her. His fellow doctor held herself up differently. Her eyes searched the room, avoiding eye contact with him, "All my patients are stable. Do you want me to run some tests on Mr. Clarke?" Her voice was tiny. Something was wrong with her. "No, Harper and Baz are on it. Liliana, are you alright?"

Liliana just nodded, turning around, opening the door, where she almost stumbled into Leland Bloom. "Dr. Summers, nice to see you. I was hoping to talk to Dr. Ramsey for a bit, though." Liliana stepped outside, going her way. Ethan wanted to go after her. He knew something was not right. "Mr. Bloom, I'm afraid we'll have to postpone this conversation to another time." He hurried to the door, but Bloom stopped him. "It's urgent. Have a seat." Leland was not going to let him go. He reluctantly took a seat in his office chair, hoping to catch a glance of Liliana through the glass walls, but she was gone.

Liliana walked through the halls of Edenbrook, her head full of questions. She needed a quiet place to think, so she headed to the only quiet place she knew in the entire hospital: The serenity gardens. At this time, they usually were empty. Liliana opened the heavy doors, stepping inside the peaceful environment, leaving the hectic hospital behind her.

She wandered through the planted halls for a bit before taking a seat. Thinking about the call with her mother earlier, she remembered the missed call from her brother. She took out her private phone, listening to the voicemail he left.

"Hey Smarty, I'm sure you're in a super important meeting. Also, I think this thing will cut me off any second, so I just wanted to say how much I look forward to seeing you when I'll visit Boston! Love you, bye."

When listening to his voice, the gravity of what her mother told her, sunk in and the tears started flowing freely. Meanwhile, in the Diagnostics Office, Bloom tried to talk Ethan into a new trial, finding a cure for his wife. Seemingly, he wanted Ethan to send fitting patients of the diagnostics team to the study. Even before deliberating other options with them.With a quick "I'll think about it." he dismissed Bloom and hurried out of his Office. He was determined to find Liliana. Something seemed wrong.

After checking nearly every supply closet and On-Call Room the hospital had to offer, he thought about where to go next. She wanted Silence if she's sad. He checked his old office first, finding nothing. Then, it hit him. He knew where she was.Almost running through the hospital, he finally reached the Doors of the Serenity Gardens.

Walking in, he heard quiet sobs coming from further into the halls. Walking in, he quickly found who he was looking for. Liliana sat with her back facing him, her shoulders moving up and down as she cried. Ethan made his way towards her.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Ethan asked Liliana after he found her in the Serenity Gardens. Startled, Liliana tried to conceal her puffy red eyes but failed to. He lightly touched her shoulder, sitting astride opposite to his girlfriend. "What happened in there? What was this call about?" Liliana just shook her head.

"Lili, I can't help you if you don't tell me what is going on. Please let me help?" he gently asked.Ethan looked at her, the worry in his eyes more than evident. Liliana was sobbing. Ethan had no idea why she was in that state or how he could get her to calm down. His hands went to her hips, gently touching her, wandering up to rub her arms up and down.

"Can you talk?" He gently asked. Liliana just shook her head and continued to cry. Her brother was dead, for god's sake. The guy she grew up with was no longer alive. Who was always so protective of her, who always eyed her boyfriends with a critical glance. Her brother, who always messed with her, who brought her joy during High School, picked her up when she fell. The one person who always had her back. Her best friend, her role model, her superhero when she was little.

Liliana did not know how she should keep going. She couldn't imagine her life without her brother's texts, sending her the weirdest GIFs to cheer her up, without hearing his voice or without him standing at the door greeting her when she came home to her parent's house. "It's nothing." She blurted out between two sobs. Liliana thought she needed to be strong. She didn't want Ethan seeing her like this. Weak. Possibly at her worst.

"Rookie, why are you lying to me?" Ethan gently cupped her face, wiping tears away from her face, just for new tears to fall again. "I can see that it's not nothing. You're upset by whatever happened. I want to help you. Let me help, okay?" The mixture of concern and worry in Ethans eyes made Liliana weaker than She already was. When she was looking at his blue orbits, her facade broke. She spilled everything.

" My brother has been in a car accident." While Liliana began to explain, she was cut off by her sobs, her body forcing her to take breaks in between talking. "He's been driving a friend home from the airport. Another driver didn't watch out..." Her head fell into her hands, sobbing harder, while Ethan caressed her back. "The other driver... He hit their car on the side my brother was sitting. That guy. He..." Liliana couldn't bring herself to say it out loud, but Ethan knew anyways.

Gently, he took her head in his hands, kissed her on the forehead, and laid it on his chest. While he was rubbing his girlfriend's back, he noticed how her breathing became faster. Liliana felt how her fingertips began tingling, how her hands got increasingly cold, and how dizzy she suddenly got. "Lili, you have to breathe with me." Ethan took a deep breath in, moving her head up and down, trying to encourage her to do the same. After a bit of repeating those actions and calmly talking to her, only her hiccups echoed through the empty Serenity Gardens.

" He came back from Africa." her tiny voice said. Ethan waited for her to continue, her head still placed at his chest. "Since he spent a semester in a village for orphans while studying, he went every year to see what progress they made. My brother had such big dreams for that place. When we talked last, he said they were building an actual school building with the donations he got here. And that they were going to finish it when he is going to visit next." A new wave of sobs shook Liliana's body when she thought about the fact he would never get to see all of this. He would never get to see his dream for the village coming true.

" Do you want me to take you home?" Ethan asked, after a while."Yours or mine?" For the first time since Ethan learned what happened, she looked directly at him. Her usually bright and happy green eyes filled with sadness and grief, red and puffy from all the crying. The sight broke his heart. "As you would like," he answered. Liliana seemed to think for a few moments before she asked him: "Can I stay with you tonight, please?" "Sure. Let's go."

Ethan kissed her head. Then picked her up and carried her to the Office of the Diagnostics Team, where Ethan sat her down on the sofa. Luckily, no one was on here at the moment. No one would ask questions. "Do you want to get your stuff from your locker?" he asked her after he changed out of his white coat into a light jacket. Liliana shook her head. She needed her purse, but she did not want to enter the locker room. All her friends would be there, happily chatting after their shifts. She didn't want to face them just yet. "Okay, I'll get your stuff. Stay here. I'll be back before you know it."

Even though she didn't want him to leave, she let him walk out of the office. Sitting on the sofa, she thought about her brother again. Tears welled in her eyes as she thought of childhood memories. She remembered the time they all went to the beach together. Both of them had a contest on who could build the highest sandcastle. Of course, he'd win. Little Liliana didn't understand the concept of sandcastles yet. After the competition, he'd assemble an enormous sandcastle with her. Or the times when they would play basketball in their driveway. He always lifted her to reach the basket and throw in the ball.

Dwelling in memories, she almost didn't notice Ethan entering the office again, with her jacket and purse in hand. "Are you ready to go?" he asked, as Liliana just nodded and walked next to him. Together they got to Ethans Sedan. He was constantly keeping an eye on his girl during the entire ride. When they arrived at Ethan's apartment, he led Liliana to his bed, where she plopped down and held herself, like she would be cold. Ethan sat down next to her, putting his arms around her, constantly mumbling sweet nothings into her ears. He would make sure she got the comfort she desired. He would be there through it all.

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🍊💥🐍💧🌊🐟 Leland,Lime,Nicolas [Sorry if it's too much!]

🍊 Does your OC have any triggers? Why do these things trigger them? What are they like when triggered and how do they calm down after?

Leland - not really, nothing exactly triggering, intense fears yet but no triggers

Lime - as much as Lime can take, hitting him in the face will make him actually back down and panic a bit, go off and hide as well, he is very distant and he likes to be alone, will shove anyone away, after he’s calmed down he actually acts like,,normal

Nicolas - as much trauma as this little man has packed into him he doesnt have triggers, nothing serious to be counted as such anyways

💥 Are there any emotions your OC doesn’t know how to deal with, doesn’t understand or hates having to feel? Any reason behind this?

Leland - most emotions actually- jflskad most being guilt, sadness, stress, he doesnt feel them currently or isnt affected by them yeeet but he wont like them when he is, isnt used to such emotions

Lime - he doesnt like feeling guilty, he tries to shrug it off but its such a strong and heavy emotion its hard to shake and it weighs a lot on him

Nicolas - jealousy, its an icky and ugly emotion for him and he’s felt it once and never wants to feel it again

🐍 Is your OC a good liar? How easy is it for them to tell lies? What is the biggest lie they’ve ever told and did they ever get found out? On the other hand, what is the biggest lie someone has told your OC and did they believe them?

Leland - yes he is a very good liar, it is very easy for him to lie, biggest lie they’ve ever told? well i mean that everything was going to be okay- he wasnt found out, i mean,,dead people cant really find out the truth after they die right? cant really,,,thiiink of the biggest lie someone has really told him

Lime - its an on and off thing for him, some days he can lie and others god he cant to save his life, when he can he is a very good liar, biggest lie he ever told was about his “family” so he could get into a place, was caught being a liar afterwards, and the biggest lie he was ever told was what happened to his mother, he did believe them for a long time

Nicolas - he cant lie, lying is bad he doesnt do it at all, he isnt capable of it, so no lies from him, the biggest lie he was told was that he only had on purpose, and he does believe it at times

💧 What is something from your OC’s past they’re the most ashamed of and why? What is something they’re really proud of? And lastly what is something in their past that could make them shake with dread?

Leland - currently he isnt really ashamed or or proud of anything, but one thing that can make him shake with dread is failing to the point where he got the scar on his face

Lime - he’s most ashamed of hurting Josh, it was an accident but he is still very ashamed of it, most proud of actually being able to help pretty much free Josh and give him a sense of freedom, and well, a lot actually from his past, mainly his early stealing days

Nicolas - when he wanted to cut off his wings and didnt want to be an angel, it was a horrible phase for him and he’s honestly ashamed of it, most proud of well, becoming a father, despite some of the pain it’s brought him, remembering the mess he left behind when him and Christine started to not get along tends to do that job

🌊 What does your OC do on their days off from working, school or whatever else it is they may do? Do they enjoy relaxing, shopping, hanging out with friends? What is a normal day like for them?

Leland - he likes to practice abilities and plan things out for later events, along with tidying up the theatre the best he can and repair some parts, sew things as well, he rather enjoys relaxing on his own, normally just him doing his own thing unless he has orders to kidnap someone or someone

Lime - I mean he doesnt really have school or a job or anything like that, just the usual fuckery and wandering around, spends most of his day doing whatever he pleases and he enjoys relaxing and spending time with his friends

Nicolas - if he isnt working,,if you can call it that, he spends his time at home with his family and loved ones, relaxing of course cause he needs to at some point, normal day it depends, sometimes he can spend a full day at home while others he’s out at work all day

🐟 What was your OC like as a baby? What were they like as a child? A teenager? An adult? How do you think they’ll develop ten years into their future? Twenty years? Will they live to old age?

Leland - sooo, the thing about Leland is that he isnt like a normal person, he was just,,zapped and bam an adult no childhood or anything, how he might develop as an adult is he will learn a lot of emotions and eventually become less,,prickish over the years, probably live a decently long life

Lime - as a baby he was a very very needy one, as a child he became really reckless and rebellious, which the nature stays through his teen and adult years but with maturity added to the mix, he will live to an old age

Nicolas - as a bab he was,,,oddly quiet,didnt need much attention to him which raised lots of concerns, as a child he didnt need much attention and was rather quiet as well, by his teenage years he started to really question himself and hate himself as well which was when he didnt want to be an angel for awhile, as an adult he’s sweet and mature, later on of course he will probably stay pretty much the same, as an angel there isnt a lot of worry he has with dying and will live for a long time

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carrietrekkie · 6 years ago

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Firelight - Part IV: I know your story but tell me again...

Hi!

So here the final part! I hope you all enjoy it!

No warnings for this part, only if you a afraid of comfort, fluff,.., and so on.

Part I - Fire and Ice

Part II - Let´s try Starfleet

Part III - A planet the sun forgot.

And if you don´t mind, leave me a little FB!

Within a few hours or days, I found myself again, lying somewhere and not quite master of my senses. I had a headache, dull, not the stinging one Prescot had caused me. It beeped behind me, could be my heartbeat or something else. Maybe the countdown to the apocalypse.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Okay, I didn´t expect that. I hesitantly opened my eyes, then turned to the unexpected visitor. "Ash?" I took a deep breath and blinked, the hospital ward light hurt in my eyes. When I looked back, he smiled at me. "What are you doing here?" "I keep your company." He put the pad in his hand on the table to his left. "How are you?" "A headache and." I sighed. "I feel like there is too much going on up there." "Dr. Pollard thought it would stop, your nerves were completely overloaded, not to mention the chaos in your head ." "You were with the Captain on Talos." I swallowed hard. "What."

"Nothing is going to happen, it has not been recorded in any logbook, and Section 31 has been quite messy." He didn´t seem really sad about it. "After a very nice chat with Captain Pike, Leland has decided to let it go." "What a surprise. What about Prescot? " "Disappeared, but I think she will reappear." "Like a bad penny." I raised my eyebrows, which made Tyler smile. "I've heard that before." He got up. "I tell Captain Pike that you are awake, I´m sure he wants to see you." "I´m not allowed to go?"

"What do you think?" He grinned at me. "We've fished you from a forbidden planet, to blunt with the fiercest psychotropic drugs known to Starfleet until a few hours ago, you were babbling and before that we fear you get lost in your mind, so?" "May I spend a while here." "One hundred points." He put a hand on my shoulder. "Glad to see you are better again." "Thanks Ash." He said goodbye and I watched a nurse checking my values, then Pollard came to me and we led by and large the same conversation as I just had with Tyler. Then I slept a little, managed to eat a soup and organize a coffee.

"Here are your stuff." Pollard came to me again. "Thank you." "Are you still in pain?" "No, I'm just tired." I smiled at her, which she returned. "Well, then I would say you can sleep in your quarters, but call if you are not feeling well and certainly tomorrow morning.” "I will, thank you doctor."

I reached for the bag she had brought to me. I pulled out my pants, slipped inside. Before putting on the shirt, I checked for traces of blood on it, but thankfully, it was clean. I put it on, the shoes followed.

Slowly I slid to my feet and waited a moment, until my sense of balance worked again, then I stroked my pants along and encountered some resistance.

I narrowed my eyes, put my hand in my pocket and pulled out something golden. I smiled as I realized it was Pike's badge. I closed my fingers around it and put my hand briefly on my heart. "I knew you had to have it." Chris stood next to me with a smile on his face that didn´t could hide his concern. "A miracle, that I have not lost it in all this mess." I looked at him. "Are you really Christopher Pike?" "Of course." He leaned against the bed too. "We are now too far away from Talos for such illusions." Then he raised his hand and stroked my arm, I closing my eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers on my skin. He was still sitting there when I opened it again. "Convinced?"

"I think so." I turned the badge between my hands, then extended it to him and put it in his hand. "Thanks, I think that helped me, too." "Then maybe you should keep it." He handed it back to me. "So to speak, as a lucky charm?" I closed my fingers around the piece of metal. "Sounds good." He smiled at me. "You were released?" "More or less. Dr. Pollard said I can sleep in my quarters. " "Shall I accompany you?" Normally, I would have said yes, but I just wanted to be alone. So much was going around in my head, even as far as he was concerned. His doppelganger on Talos, Vina, Pike himself, his fate.

"Chris, please don´t be mad at me, but I think I would like to be alone for a while." I hesitated a moment, then put a hand on his arm. "I don´t know what the Talosians did to me, or any after-effects of Prescots." I sighed. "Call it treatment." I smiled weakly. "I have to sort a few things."

"I understand that." He put his hand on mine, then pushed away from the bed and pulled me with him. "But if you are after a bit of company, then I'm just a touch of a button away." "Thanks." I squeezed his hand briefly, then released him and he left with a last smile.

I watched him as he left the sick bay, then I turned to go and tried to get into my quarters without much contact to the crew. I went through the door and enjoyed the silence that spread with its falling, around me. It smelled familiar, was warm and only I was here. No one in my head, no one spitting in my thoughts or wanting to know something that I couldn´t give.

And yet, there were fragments left behind that were not there before. I started to undress and went to the bedroom. All hurts and I longed for a bath, but that was not possible here, so I went into the shower, turned it up and hoped that the hot water would have a similar effect. I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes.

Perhaps that was not the best idea, Chris immediately appeared before my inner eyes, but not the one that I would have loved to have with me now, but the one who pursued me since Talos. I knew this picture.

Christopher Pike, in a futuristic wheelchair, robbed of his body, a shadow of himself, but unlike what I knew, that was not the end. I heard a voice in my head, a voice that told me that I had changed his fate. When I asked how I should do that, or if I had already done that, I didn´t get an answer again, instead I saw this Pike rise from the chair, smile at me and then disappeared. I opened my eyes, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. I had to tell him before the pictures disappeared and I couldn´t enter it into the computer, it was something that only he was allowed to hear and then best forget. I slipped into a fresh shirt, a pair of trousers, then I walked out of my quarters like I was.

*******

I reached his Quarters surprisingly quickly, rang the bell and had to wait a moment before he opened the door. "Cathrin?" He stared at me. "Everything OK?" "Yes why? May I come in?" "Ehm, sure." He stepped aside and followed me confused, then closed the door. "Are you alright?" "Still tired, but I have to tell you something before I go to sleep." "I'm brave and guess you're coming right out of the shower." I watched him disappear into his bathroom and come back with a towel. "Without detours."

"Oh." I looked at the sleeve of my shirt, it was wet in some places and now that he had addressed it, my underwear felt like bathing suits. "Thanks." I began to dry my hair, and noticed that he, too, was not wearing a uniform, but a towel and a t-shirt that he had apparently thrown over quickly.

"You have no pants on." I stared at him for a moment, then turned around. "Um, you also got me out of the shower." I heard him walk away, then rustle cloth before he came back. "Sorry," I glanced over my shoulder, then turned back. Now he wore a sweatpants. "But I have to tell you something." "Okay." He pointed to his sofa. "Do we want to sit down?" I nodded, then sat on the couch and took a deep breath. "I remembered what I saw and it had to do with you." "I understand." He nodded to me and I kept talking. "But I need to know if you really want to hear that. It's not nice and maybe a little selfish to burden you with it. " "It would be selfish to leave you alone with that." "All right." I took a deep breath. "I told you, you would go to the Academy after you were promoted?" "Yes."

"There will be an accident there. On an academy ship it will come to a radiation incident. "Now that I said it out loud, I could feel how close it was to me. I turned to him and grabbed his hand. "I..." "Keep going." He closed his fingers around my hand. "In an attempt to rescue some cadets, you will be so contaminated that your neural pathways will no longer be able to supply your body. Your brain will still work, but you will be confined to a wheelchair and the only way to communicate will be a flashing light that signals yes or no. " I pinched my lips as I felt a tear run out of my eye.

"And when is that supposed to happen?" I could see in his eyes that he was struggling with it, even though he tried not to show it. "This is not your fate anymore." I was surprised that I was whispering now. "What do you mean?" Now he looked completely confused. "Apparently, that's one of the reasons I'm here." His grip on my hand tightened. "I should stop that, but I don´t know how to do it." "Maybe it's enough that I know it now." I thought he looked a bit shaken. "That you are here.”

"That sounds almost too easy to be true." A slight smile crept on my lips. "But it's a nice thought." "I agree." "May I ask you for something?" I shifted a little closer to him. "Don´t mention it in your logbook, I'm scared of what's going to happen if someone finds out. I'll write it down, on a piece of paper, and so I'll do it with everything I'll come up with in the future. " "Sounds like a sensible suggestion." Now he was smiling again. "I promise this will stay with us and that it will not stand between us." "I just told you something incredible."

"I'm glad you did, you shouldn´t have to deal with that all by yourselves. You don´t know what's coming, it's better to share that burden. "He leaned in a bit to meet me. "And above all, you don´t do it overtired, we can continue tomorrow. Go to bed, that´s an order. " I had to smile. "Aye Captain!" I got up from the sofa. "You should do that too. I'm sure that was not an easy day for you. "He sank back and ran both hands through his hair. "You don´t know how right you are." He glanced at me. "If you need an open ear." I smiled slightly. "I don´t want to impose that on you too." “You wouldn´t." I put my hands together in front of my stomach. He took a deep breath, then sighed and straightened up again.

"Vina and me." He looked at me. "Or rather, that me that still exists on Talos, have a weird past." Chris glanced at me. "But you probably know that." "Yes." I handed him my hand. "Do we want to take a few steps?" "Not a bad idea." He reached for my hand and I at least pretended to help him up. "Wait a minute." He disappeared into his bedroom and came back with a jacket. "Pull them on." "Thanks." He helped me in, then closed the zipper. "Come on, let´s go." We left his quarters and strolled silently through the corridors of the Discovery for a while. At some point he grabbed my hand, looked at me briefly then he pulled me towards in one of the common rooms. At that time there was nobody here, I guessed it was going towards midnight. Outside, space passed by, traced with the blue flicker of the warp drive. I let him pull me to one of the seats that were set in the frames of the windows. We sat down and I crossed my legs to a cross-legged position.

"Talos almost destroyed me." He sat opposite me, one leg he had put on, the other dangling from the edge of the bench. "It came at a time when I didn´t feel well, and for a while it was like I left more on this planet than I could handle."

I knew what had happened to him there. It was inconceivable to me, especially now that I knew him better, and yet I could only guess what he had been through.

"We managed to escape, but I had nightmares, daydreams, sometimes I didn´t know what reality was and what illusion." He looked outside. "It took me a long time to get back to the dam. I could distract myself with my work, but in the evening, when I was alone, everything came up again. Dr. Boyd said back then that I had a PTSD, maybe even a depressive phase, after having a name it became easier to handle. It only got worse when we almost missed the war with the Klingons. "

"Burnham told me the Enterprise was the last resort for the Federation. I wouldn´t necessarily call that a miss. "

"Still, it's not easy to watch when everything you've been fighting for is going to hell."

"Mmh, I'm sure your mother doesn´t like to hear you cursing." That helped a little, he had to smile about that. I personally thought it was sexy.

"I thought I was over it, but then only the Talosians could help Spock out of his dilemma and quite apart from that, trips to Talos are forbidden and punishable by death."

"Wow, the Federation doesn´t do things by halves, does it?"

"Oh yeah."

"Excuse me." I made it clear to him with a wave of his hand that he could go on when he was ready.

"I had to put this crew in danger and mine." He paused. "Set my demons, if you will."

"Vina didn´t look really demonic." I pulled my shoulders up a bit. "A little bit scary maybe."

"Yes." He cleared his throat. "That was also my first thought then, but I let myself be lulled by the Talosians and developed feelings that I was not prepared for, nor could I use them in this situation, and that's what I was still feeling. Vinas appearance a few weeks ago was like a knockout blow, almost throwing me back into my abyss. I was so overwhelmed that for a moment I was ready to throw everything overboard. "

"What stopped you?"

"Spock, Burnham, the responsibility for the crew." The following seemed to be difficult for him. "Real affection, feelings that had had time to evolve instead of being imprinted in an illusion or being driven in with punishment."

"What do you do when you have the choice between dying and suffering?"

"That was the decision then, but the captain not only hits it for himself, but for his crew, his ship. I decided then, as I did the last time, to fight and I thought, this time I would have finally left this section behind me. "

"And then I came." I raised my eyebrows. "And forced you again to deal with it."

"This time it was different." He smiled at me. "I knew what I was getting into, could prepare myself and did it to rescue someone from my crew." He put his hand on my knee. "To save you and I was ready to do more for this than just fight my demons."

"And yet you wonder if you made a mistake?"

"No mistake, but maybe I hurt somebody who has already suffered too much."

"I think we can´t imagine how Vina really lives on Talos, how she lives with her Pike." I briefly made a wry grimace. "I've met him and even though he looks like you, it's not you."

"How is he?"

"Different." I looked at him.

The twinkle in his eyes, the dimples that showed when he had to laugh and that would probably make him still look like a teenager in twenty years, the tone in his voice, the feel of his skin on mine when he touched me, no matter if it happens accidentally or intentionally.

"He hardly has any of you, and he's probably developed in a very different direction than you in that second you left the planet. The Talosians form him after Vinas thoughts and dreams, the few real impressions she has of you are probably so watered down that it has nothing to do with the real Christopher Pike. " "I think so too." He withdrew his hand. "It may sound strange, but this time I really could leave her, leave this place. It's part of my past and that's where it's in the right place. It has haunted me long enough and I'm sick of turning it over and over again and I don´t want to think about it anymore. "

"That sounds like a good plan." I smiled at him. "If you forget it, I will remind you." "I had not expected anything else." Now he handed me his hand to help me up. I untied my legs, turned and slid off the bench, then he put his hand on my arm. "Thank you Cathrin, that did a surprisingly good job."

He ran his thumb over the fabric of the jacket, just hard enough for me to feel it on my skin. "Whenever you need me." I put a hand on his on my arm. "I want to give that back." "Thanks." I smiled slightly. "But not today. If I remember correctly, some time ago you told me to go to bed and before that, I've heard it from Dr. Pollard. " "Right, you should rest." He pushed me towards the door and we took the way back, which we had come. "And even if I said it before, you should too." I nudged my arm briefly against his. "You're better off now." "Let's see."

He took me to my quarters, I opened the door and then looked at him.

"I think I can do the rest alone. What about you?" "If we start like this now, then none of us will go to bed today." Now he smiled that smile that I found so incredibly sweet about him and I joined him. "But I'm sure it would be fun."

Then I surprised myself and him by standing on tiptoe, leaning against him and placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

"Good night Chris." I backed away, his eyes closed briefly, then he looked at me. "Sleep well." "You too Cathrin, good night."

He was still standing there when I entered the quarters and the door closed behind me. I had to shake my head briefly about myself, of what I had actually wanted to do, I had been able to hold myself back.

None of us was in condition today to deal with it and now I also felt the ordeal of the last few days. Slowly, I went to the bedroom and began to undress. My clothes were still gorge and I swapped my underwear for a dry set, just like the pants, when I was about to grab a fresh T-shirt, my gaze fell on his jacket, which I had worn. I turned around, reached for it and pulled it over again. As soon as it lay on my shoulders, his smell came back into my nose. The same scent, as on Talos, as it always surrounded him. A mixture of sandalwood, some citrus notes and his very own touch. I buried my nose in the collar, took a deep breath and closed my eyes with a small sigh. As I was, I dropped into my bed, wrapped myself in my blanket and fell asleep after a few minutes.

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mabelmadnessss-blog · 8 years ago

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Impulse 13 - Panic

Impulse 12 - Satin Lips

Harley jumped out of her skin when she heard the gun shot ring out. She was currently laying in the bath, trying to soak away her thoughts. She knew the shot came from the Joker, he was pissed and obviously used violence to express it. She wasn't surprised, though Harley did secretly hope that he'd shot Hutch, she'd never wished death on another human being before but he was an exception.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the bedroom door open. The Joker had entered, it sounded like he was smashing glass and furniture. Cursing under her breath, Harley sank back into the tub. Just when things went quiet, she heard him shouting on the phone. "I don't care! Just get your ass over to the club right now! We have the fate Sammy boy to discuss."

Sam? What? Sam from Arkham, the creep that asked me out every damn day for a whole week, that Sam?

She sat still in the bath, listening to banging and things being broken and thrown across the room. Harley then heard the Joker muttering to himself "Boyfriend, don't make me laugh, the only thing that he could ever pull would be a door handle."

She had no idea what he was going on about, but she giggled a little. His footsteps came closer. Knowing he was going to come in, she gathered all the bubbles from the bath over her body, trying to keep some dignity. The door creaked open, J didn't even look at her, but she saw him. Anger plastered all over his face with a shine of sweat on his brow. He was dressed in a suit, blood clinging to his knuckles desperately. He must have smashed something with his fist. Despite his disheveled look, he looked Damn fine. His shirt was purple, unbuttoned slightly but still fitting him like a glove. He wore a silver blazer over the top, with thick golden chains hung around his neck paired with equally big rings on his bone white fingers. It would of looked tacky on anyone else, but he pulled it off perfectly.

He lent over the sink to the mirror, slicking his hair back and straightened his jacket. The Joker ignored her the whole time he was in there, he was still pissed about earlier but she could see that something else had bothered him. Just before he left the bathroom, He smirked and glanced briefly over his shoulder at her, then slammed the door behind himself.

"Silent treatment is it? Fine two can play at that game. You stupid jerk." Harley muttered.

After her long soak, she stepped out the bath and wrapped herself in a fluffy green towel. It was just the comfort she needed. Opening the bathroom door she saw the destruction he had caused, clothes scattered all over the floor and bed, with cologne bottle smashed against the wall and soaked into the carpet. Among all the mess she saw a little note on the bed.

'Gone out. This room better be tidy when I come back, and you better still be here. - J '

"Charming." Harley scoffed.

Picking up one of his clean shirts on the floor, she dressed. This shirt was a metallic black colour and fitted her better than the other one. Pulling her hair up into a scruffy ponytail, she begun to clean the room. She took this opportunity to have a nose around. Walking over to his dresser, she saw various tubes of hair gel, lipstick and a small black box which contained his jewelry. Pulling open the draws she saw a range of weapons, a gun, quite small but no doubt powerful. Four identical knives, a grenade, two green bottles with 'J-Tox' written on them. Obviously his infamous Joker toxin. There was another knife, but this one had an Ivory handle.

Harley was tempted to remove all these object for her own safety, but decided against it. He'd go even more ape shit if he found out she had been snooping. After the room was tidy, her stomach started to rumble, it suddenly occurred to her that she hadn't eaten since she arrived.

"I could eat a horse." Harley groaned. She wondered if she was allowed to leave the room, but her hunger was so powerful that she just didn't care. Harley walked down the stairs cautiously, checking if there was anyone around. But it seemed as though everyone had gone out, probably something to do with the Joker's phone conversation.

Now in the kitchen, she scanned the fridge for food. Laying her eyes on some eggs, tomato and cheese, she brought them over to the counter and made herself a huge omelette. Taking the plate over to the lounge, she sat in front of the smashed T.V

Bored, she finished her food and washed up. Before leaving the kitchen, she noticed a small black pistol sitting on the bar stool. Curiosity got the better of her and she picked it up. Testing the weight in her hands, she couldn't help but notice how natural it felt, like it belonged under her power. Inspecting the weapon, she took off the safety catch and cocked it back, aiming at the door. Acting like she knew what she was doing, her finger was twitching on the trigger, she didn't want to fire it but some natural instinct told her to. Her finger ran over the trigger and pulled. The shot was fast, the kick was slight not as much as she'd expected and the rush was amazing.

That was incredible.

She laughed at the fact that a tiny weapon like this could end a life. That if someone walked through the door right now, she could kill them instantly. Harley watched the smoke rise from the barrel, dancing in front of her face, she was hypnotized. She moved the gun closer, running the barrel from her chin, down her neck to her collar bone. It was still hot, but not unbearable. Bringing it back up to her jawline, she played with the trigger guard. The power she felt was immense, in this moment she was at her own mercy. She didn't want to kill herself but being both the victim and the threat to her own life...Felt like freedom. Coming out of her trance, she gasped and threw the gun on the floor, and it slid under the bench out of sight.

What's happening to me?

Running out of the kitchen back to the Joker's bedroom, she fell hard on the bed. Tears streaming down her face. What she'd felt was wrong, but at the same time, it felt so right?

The King of Diamonds club was busy when the Joker entered, most of his clientele were old men with money, looking for a good time with the girls that Joker hired on a Friday night. He had no interest in the urges that normal men felt towards women, but he did with Harley... He wanted her so badly it hurt, and he was sure that she knew this.

When he entered the club with his men, they all dispersed into their own booths while Joker sat in his regular one. He didn't have to wait long for Jerry to arrive. He quickly approached, clutching a file tightly in his hands.

"Good evening Jerry, have something for me I see?" J asked, eyeing up the item.

"Yes boss, all the files related to the Arkham break out case and Harley's kidnap." He slapped the folder on the table.

"Good. And Sam?"

"He's being handled. All his details are in the file." Jerry said.

"Good work, you seem to have redeemed yourself... Which is a shame, because I felt like a kill tonight." J smiled, tilting his head to one side.

"Sorry about that Boss. I wanted to tell you before you heard it on the news, but I was being interviewed by the GCPD. They suspect someone under your employ has been working on the inside. But they don't suspect it's me." He told him.

"Good." J nodded.

"And Boss, not only is Sam pretending to be Harley's man, he's also selling his story to the papers." Jerry said, jittery with the new information that he had gathered.

Joker growled and slammed his fist on the table, his eyes turning foggy. "I want him brought to me. Alive, understand?"

"Y-yes boss."

They continued with their discussion over Arkham and the police investigation. It looked like they had no new leads and Batman hadn't made his involvement known yet, but all in good time. The first 48 Hours in an abduction case were crucial and it seemed, with the first 24 over, the police still weren't any further into finding them. They had focused too much on Sam's lies and Dr Leland's analysis of the Joker that they forgotten about the real joke here. He had escaped straight out the front door, and no one stopped him.

Later that night the Joker returned, stinking of alcohol and stumbling through the door. All the other Henchmen were back at their own homes. Still furious with Harley, he wandered into the kitchen to find some more drink. He threw the file on the counter and pulled some whiskey out of the cupboard. He lent against the side, drinking straight out of the bottle. J squinted his eyes when he saw a bullet hole in the kitchen door. He slowly paced towards it and ran his finger over the burnt surface. He glanced down to the floor, seeing a pistol lying under the bench. There was no blood so he knew no one had been shot, at least not in the kitchen.

"Shit, Harley!" Joker breathed. Dropping the whiskey bottle on the floor, it smashed around his feet. He picked up the gun and ran upstairs, scanning the floor for blood. but still nothing.

Reaching his room he busted the door open. "Harley!?"

A sigh of genuine relief escaped his lips when he saw her stretched out over the bed, one arm under her head and her legs tangled in the bed covers. Dropping the gun on the floor, he knelt on the bed. Facing her now, he watched her sleep peacefully, her lips were slightly parted and she breathed deeply. He saw that her eyelids were red. She'd definitely been crying again.

Stupid Girl.

Somehow he'd ended up having 'feelings' for this blonde in his bed. He didn't love her, he didn't know what he felt, but it wasn't love, no, no, no, the Joker doesn't love. Conflicted by his thoughts, he gave her a sharp backhand to the face. Joker then grabbed her neck, pinning her down and climbing on top of her. She cried out, in a mixture of shock and pain, struggling against his body.

"You put a bullet through my fucking kitchen door!" He yelled.

Harley gasped at his presence, and the looming stench of alcohol. "How did you-? It was accident, I swe-swear."

"How did it feel Harley? Huh? firing a gun, releasing a bullet, how did it feel in your hands?" J asked, leaning closer.

"It felt-"

"Speak up!" He shouted.

"Incredible, it felt Incredible." Harley countered back, with wide eyes.

Releasing his grip on her neck, Joker placed each of his hands either side of her head. "Tell me about it." He whispered.

"When I touched it-" Harley gasped. "When I felt its weight in my hands, it - it felt natural, like it was made to be held by me." She searched his eyes for any clue to what he was thinking, but nothing. "And that's when I took the safety off... I cocked it back and aimed it at the door... then I, then I shot."

"How did it feel?" Joker asked, leaning down. He placed his lips on her neck and began tugging at her skin kissing gently. She moaned at his touch and his change of mood.

Gathering her thoughts and closing her eyes against him, she continued. "Empowering, it felt like in that one shot, I was free." J's left hand ran down her body to her waist. His lips were now moving up to her ear, biting and sucking his way up her jawline. She rolled her head back in bliss.

Why does something so bad feel so good?

"Then?" He asked between kisses.

"Then, I saw the smoke rise up from the gun." She gasped again. "I pressed the hot barrel onto my skin, pressing hard and dragging it down my neck. Then - then back up under my chin. It hurt but in a good way." She groaned. "My finger curled round the trigger, wanting to pull."

Jokers head shot up immediately. "What!?" He grabbed her face in both hands and searched her eyes, he soon realised he wasn't looking at Harleen Quinzel's face anymore. He was looking at Harley Quinn's...even if she didn't know it yet. Scared by his reaction, tears began to slip from the corner of her eye.

"Don't you ever do that again! Understand me!? Not to yourself, never to yourself... Not unless I say so."

#Joker and Harley fan fiction #the joker #Harley Quinn #Impulse #my writing #jxhq

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🔥🕊️🌙📚👑☕ Universo,Artsy,Leland,Hood,Milo,Violet?

🔥 If your OC known for having temper tantrums? If not, what gets them really angry? What makes their blood BOIL? Is there anyway to calm them down or are they unstoppable? What are they like when they’re angry? Do they take it out on their loved ones?

Universo - its very rare to get this angel’s blood boiling, he hates and absolutely loathes people getting disrespected in any way when they clearly deserve the respect because they earned it. he keeps it to himself and calms himself down, he’s kinda collected when he gets angry, to himself, doesnt let his anger out of others often unless they earned it

Artsy - the gal gets really angry when she is underestimated, along with seeing others mistreated. She can get a bit violent if needed to express the fact that she is pissed. its easy to calm her down, just leave her be for a bit. she will take the anger out on who earned it, not loved ones.

Leland - interruptions, hates them with a passion, along with fire and Rainie of course uwu its hard to calm him down, he has to let it boil down a bit really. he’s violent sometimes, otherwise he’s just cold. and no

Hood - hurting innocents gets her pissed, she gets violent and dont get in her way until she handles it herself. she’s never really taken her anger out on loved ones intentionally, once on Oliver but that was an accident...

Milo - its rare this detective has ever been seen angry, once or twice, mainly when others rights are violated or disrespect in general, deliberate harm to those close to him also pisses him off. once he’s at this point he is honestly ready to give someone a piece of his mind. he does become a bit cold and violent, but only towards who just earned it.

Violet - no such thing as anger for this gal, innocent as can be, never been seen angry.

🕊️ Would your OC ever get married or are they already wed? If they’re married, describe what their wedding was like! If not, describe their ideal wedding (or do this if you feel like it anyway!)

Universo - Marriage is indeed something done differently where he is from. if anything planning a wedding would be a lot of time consuming work, i mean blending both traditions maybe or just going with one or the other, just something simple as can just get the process handled and done.

Artsy - marriage?! its a bit to soon to be thinking about that in her opinion. just something small, something simple, nothing huge like a lot of other people would dream.

Leland -no, just no, doesnt like the idea of marriage.

Hood - she might not recall what the wedding was like but she remembers that she is indeed married. but even drunk memories of this wouldnt even serve well. it was chaotic but also spent with friends, when i say drunk memories, she did get a but drunk near the end, of course after cake and vows! They did have to kick someone out, but i mean they were an unwanted guest so, they didnt need to be there.

Milo - just, he likes the idea of a small wedding a lot more than a huge one, a huge one would be a lot of work and he doesnt really think that he would be able to manage such.

Violet - no no no- gal doesnt know what marriage really is, os cant really answer that.

🌙 If your OC could have one wish come true what would it be and why? Would there be consequences to this wish or would they regret it once they get what they want? What would they give in return for this wish to come true?

Universo - one wish, he wouldnt want it really, give it to someone who needs it more.

Artsy - one wish...thats a bit too much to give her, to never have to go back to her home world... she wouldnt ever regret that..there is no point in going back to nothing...

Leland - he’d wish to not exist... im sure those consequences are clear

Hood - to have her memories back, the consequences are well, she knows a lot more of what she left behind, and the truth hurts a lot. she would regret it a little bit.. she wouldnt give everything for it, depends really..

Milo - every wish carries consequences, he’s happy with how everything is, woudlnt want it, not wanting to risk messing up anything.

Violet - something simple really, want to go into inkwell a bit, explore. she might end up regretting it, depends on who she meets, which is also where consequences may come in as well

📚 If your OC was given some kind of forbidden knowledge, what would they do with it? Would they tell anyone? Use it for evil or good? How would it change their outlook on life, if at all?

Universo - trust me, he holds a lot of forbidden knowledge he keeps to himself, he wont tell anyone, wont use it, but it will change the way he looks at things, for the better or worse.

Artsy - that would be a bit stressing for her to keep it a secret, she’d write it down and then destroy what she wrote it on, keep it in mind when she would need to use it for good. change everything really

Leland - tell who he felt like, use it to benefit himself only, change a little on how he looks at life, at others.

Hood - ah yes, keep the knowledge to herself for the love of god no one will ever know once you tell her. use it for good, and well it would change a lot..

Milo - i mean he cant just blurt it out, have to end up writing or signing it, and he would just keep it to himself. use it for good, be a bit stressing really, change the way he looks at life for sure

Violet - she cant keep secrets to save her life, tell Harold about it. use it for good, change the way she looks at life for sure.

👑 If your OC was made royal (or is royal) how would they use their power? Are they a good leader or bad? Do their subjects like them or is it ‘off with their head’? Do they enjoy being royal?

Universo - this angel has a huge heart, use his power for good, some would say make a pretty good leader. be hard to find someone who didnt like him really. and some days yes otherwise most of the time no.

Artsy - she’s used to taking orders, not giving them. she’s make a pretty good leader not gonna lie, benefit everyone in the kingdom. some people wouldnt like her, mainly because her cause is against theirs. most of the time she would rather not be one, probably all the time.

Leland - jeez- selfish needs, horrible leader, everyone would hate him. he’d enjoy the power.

Hood - oh god she hates royals with a passions so let us see, use it for benefiting the kingdom, be an okay leader, some subjects would respect her, there are always some that will never like her. hate being a royal with a passion

Milo - he would use this power to benefit the kingdom, help strengthen it. make a good leader after a few years of practice. being mute has its downfalls with having people like him, hard to talk with him. not really enjoy it, find it stressing.

Violet - gal would need guidance, be liable to being manipulated if it wasnt for Harold being there for sure. a lot of people would like her, she would be an okay leader, just naive. she..might enjoy it a little bit

☕ Give us one (or more if you feel like it) of your OCs deep dark secrets! Why do they keep it hidden? Spill the tea!

Universo - he hates and wishes he couldnt hurt others, its rare he’s fine with is but normally he feels horrible about it. sometimes he hates being this way because he seems to end up making the situation worse

Artsy - she, honest to god, considers herself a deserter. she keeps it to herself, she doesnt want others to know, its kiinda why she doesnt think she could be considered a hero to anyone.

Leland - He only enjoys hurting others because it takes his mind off of the pain he’s been through, only reason why really.

Hood - she is slowly breaking, only reason why she has shuji, she cant help but break for now, cant control it...

Milo - sometimes, sometimes he feels like he doesnt deserve what he earned, he keeps that to himself of course...

Violet - she, does know what happened to her parents, she isnt scared though, she wont tell you how, but Harold doesnt know she knows

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