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baldwinboy5ive · 3 years ago

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I call this Cobra Drive. AU where a sad boy meets another sad boy in his building elevator and they just stare longingly at each other for extended periods of time. (Daniel LaRusso, who made the crane kick famous, gets to add to his repertoire of bird karate moves by stomping Mike Barnes to death in the same elevator like a secretary bird.)

I also wrote some crap for this AU, even though I am not much of a fanfic writer. However, it’s not that bad. It’s just regular bad.

“If I drive for you, you get your money. You tell me where we start, where we’re going, where we’re going afterward. I give you a five minute window when we get there. Anything happens in that five minutes and I’m yours. No matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that and you’re on your own. I don’t sit in while you’re running it down, I don’t carry a gun, I don’t do karate - not anymore. I drive. Do you understand?”

The well-rehearsed speech was delivered in an accent that was undeniably East Coast, but from a man who knew well the 100,000 streets of Los Angeles. Daniel ended it every single time with a secret tribute to his beloved mentor, whose life lessons were always punctuated with “Understand?”

And Daniel did. He always understood what Mr. Miyagi had told him, and replied “Yeah, I understand,” even if some of his lessons had taken awhile to really make their impact on him.

-----

Daniel moved frequently. It was routine now for him. Funny how things changed. He often remembered how monumental that first cross-country move had been, how the course of his entire life had shifted that summer of 1984. Now, his moves were quick, efficient, and all within LA.

On his second day in his newest building, Daniel returned to his apartment by elevator. Another building resident stepped in with him, hauling a basket of laundry from the basement.

He was familiar. Daniel kept his eyes trained at his feet while he felt the familiar man’s gaze on him for a moment. He allowed himself one quick glance, but didn’t manage to time it as well as he’d wanted. The golden-haired man who now shared a building with him was still staring back at him.

His eyes were beautiful and sad.

It was Johnny Lawrence.

-----

“You just move back to LA or something?” was the question Johnny finally settled on after he and Daniel hauled his groceries into his second story apartment. There was too much he wanted to ask. It had been 34 years. Something in those 34 years had hardened the look in Daniel’s eyes.

“No, I’ve been here for awhile.”

“So just new here?”

Daniel nodded.

“What are you up to now, LaRusso?”

“I drive.”

“Like, those internet car things?” Johnny asked, a touch of confusion on his face.

“No, for the movies.”

“You mean all the car chases and stuff?”

“Yeah.”

Johnny let out a soft laugh. “Isn’t that dangerous?”

Daniel fully met Johnny’s eyes, and stared challengingly, the words “Oh, now you care about my safety and well-being?” hanging between the two of them unspoken. Daniel’s lips quirked into a slight grin. So did Johnny’s. Then Daniel knew. Johnny remembered it all.

The intensity of Johnny’s bright blue eyes and the pain they carried eventually became too much for Daniel, who was the first to drop his gaze. He broke the silence by saying placatingly, “It’s only part time. Mostly I work at a garage.”

“Where?”

“Reseda Boulevard.”

After a few more beats of silence, Daniel nodded his head towards the teen boy sitting at the kitchen table doing his homework, as if only just noticing him even though he’d rode up in the elevator with them. “He yours?”

“They sometimes just come with the apartment. Old place here is infested. Overrun with roaches, children, teens. You might want to check under your kitchen counters and shit if you haven’t already, LaRusso.”

The boy snorted, not offended in the least. “I’m Miguel,” he said.

A door in the apartment slammed open, and another teen boy wandered into the kitchen. “Who’s this?” he asked, pointing at Daniel.

“This is LaRu- Daniel. Daniel, this is Robby.”

Daniel stared at the two teenagers. Neither of them resembled Johnny. Perhaps Johnny hadn’t been kidding about them surfacing from under the kitchen counters.

-----

At the garage, a sly smile spread on the face of the man who’d given Daniel all of his jobs. “Oh, you and the kid know each other,” he said, gesturing rapidly between Daniel and Johnny while leaning over the open hood of a car he’d been working on.

“Don’t,” Daniel warned. He stalked off, but not without grinning at his employer.

“Uh…” Johnny began. A “He kicked me in the face when we were teenagers, but I did sort of deserve it a little, and it’s actually at least a 126 minute-long story” died on his lips.

“We’re neighbors,” Johnny said.

“Ahh,” said Daniel’s employer, as if that was all there was to know.

Johnny explained in more detail what was going on with his Firebird, and was told that the repairs would take a few days.

“Miguel, call us one of those car things from your iComputer.”

“It’s an iPho-”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” cut in Daniel’s employer. “You and the kid are neighbors! He’d be happy to give you a ride.”

Johnny met Daniel’s eyes from across the garage. He did indeed look happy.

---

“Hey, I know you. Come on, we met last year! Well - met again. It’s me. Snake. You drove me and Dennis back from Palm Springs. Hey, I got this sweet job planned out --”

Fury blazed in Daniel’s eyes. Someone both recognizing him and talking to him about his jobs was more than enough to make Daniel disappear for a few months, but this wasn’t just any someone. This was one of Terry Silver’s men. Over the years, Daniel had done everything he could to be free of Terry and his mob. But every time Daniel thought he was safe, eventually, Terry would always come back. And there would always be a job.

Terry’s man - and therefore Terry himself - reappearing in his life would have been bad enough before, but now? Now he had Johnny. He couldn’t just pick up and leave. He realized with anger burning up in his chest that he didn’t want to pick up and leave.

Daniel cut Snake off with a low whisper. “How about this? Shut your mouth. Or I’ll kick your teeth down your throat, and shut it for you.”

All Daniel had wanted was to finish his dinner and coffee in peace, until it was time to drive Johnny to the bar for his night shift. Daniel stared at Snake, never taking his eyes off of him until Snake quietly retreated from the diner. Only then did Daniel feel comfortable returning to his food.

-----

Daniel’s face took on a detached and aloof manner when he addressed the man Terry had sent.

“When you get your money, his debt’s paid. He’s out for good. And you never go near his family again. Do you understand?”

-----

Daniel did everything in his power to keep his voice even. Confident. Balanced. But that voice on the other end of the phone would always terrify him. Some things never changed.

“I’m going to give you a time and a place and you’re going to come and get your money. Do you understand?”

Terry barked out a laugh. “What do you get out of it, Danny boy?”

“Just that: out of it.”

Daniel hung up. For once he had the satisfaction of dictating terms with Terry Silver.

-----

“They came to my apartment. How did they know where I live?”

“I told you, I was going to call Kreese, I just wanted him to know that… that it wasn’t about the money… that you’re not interested in the money… that you just did it for him.”

Daniel exploded at the man who had been his longtime employer. So this was how Kreese and Silver and known it was him. “Why?! You told them about Johnny! Why did you tell them about Johnny?!”

“Calm down, kid. Just calm down.”

“I should fucking kill you - you told them about Johnny! That’s how they figured it out, you know - that it was me. You told them about Johnny and then they knew it was me.”

“I just wanted him to know… that as soon as you returned the money, that was the end of it, that’s all! I didn’t know. I didn’t know. How was I supposed to know?! How was I supposed to know… that everything led to Silver!”

Daniel’s voice was breaking as he screamed at the old man. Daniel’s eyes were wild and he was breathing hard. Breathe in, breathe out, echoed the voice of his dear sensei in his head. Soon, his racing heart slowed just enough for him to calmly tell his employer, “They came for me, and now they’re going to come for you, too. You have to get out of here. Do you understand?”

-----

John Kreese pleaded with his lifelong friend. “Anybody finds out you stole from the family, we’re both dead. The money always flows up, Twig. You know that!”

Terry Silver fell uncharacteristically quiet amidst their shouting match. He looked at Kreese ruefully. “That’s why this driver’s gotta go, Johnny. That’s why he’s gotta go. He’s gonna tie me to this robbery.”

It was too bad. Terry had always been fond of Daniel.

-----

Daniel hoped he would never again have to fear for Johnny’s and his kids’ lives. He flicked his eyes up to the rearview mirror. Miguel and Robby were fast asleep in the backseat - and safe. Alive.

Daniel did, however, find comfort in knowing that he didn’t have to pretend anymore, didn’t have to keep his karate hidden and tucked away. If Johnny ever needed it again, Daniel would use it. He’d help Johnny remember his. He thought fondly of the way Mr. Miyagi had once insisted that only Daniel’s root karate came from Mr. Miyagi, and had urged him to make his karate his own.

If Daniel could do it, so could Johnny. Johnny’s Cobra Kai would be better - different, new. A product of the goodness Daniel was confident Johnny had inside of him. Johnny would use that goodness to teach Robby and Miguel. And Daniel vowed to be there with them.

If anyone ever again tried to hurt any of them, the four of them would be ready.

Another Mr. Miyagi lesson surfaced in Daniel’s memories as he continued driving. Back in 1994, Mr. Miyagi had returned to Daniel in LA after a long stay in Boston, and over the course of several days, had told him all about Julie Pierce, and the lessons he taught her. The final lesson had been: “Fighting not good, but if must fight - win.”

That was what Daniel had done.

Daniel smiled at the beautiful man in the passenger seat next to him, whose sadness never left his eyes, but who, despite this, could now smile back warmly at him. Daniel checked the rearview mirror once more, never taking his attention from the road ahead of them. Miguel and Robby were both still asleep.

Daniel turned his gaze back to the road for a moment, feeling the hum of the car around him and those he loved.

“I’m yours. No matter what. Do you understand?”

-----

OH SHIT i forgot to mention, the idea for the cobra on the back of the jacket AND for including Robby both come from @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy !!!! Thank you for your moral support and help on these concepts! I always knew I wanted Daniel to be the Driver, so it didn’t even OCCUR to me to have the cobra on his jacket, until @idontknowkaratebutiknowcrazy said it, and then she said he can give it to Johnny later (even though it won’t fit him haha!). Just a note - I changed up the cobra design from the Cobra Kai logo though because the original logo looked kinda goofy as a silhouette.

#lawrusso #my art #cobra drive #that read more thingy better DAMN work hahaha cause this is long but... if for whatever reason it didn't i am sorry #this does feel kind of empty without the Favorite though hhahaah #there is definitely a bird shaped hole in this AU and i miss my lil Hawk

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dd122004dd · 2 years ago

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“The Most Average Cup of Tea.”

What if the darklighter, Jimmy got the wrong house? What if instead of the Charmed ones’ home he orbed into their cousin’s house? Will the encounter with the eccentric witch lead to new experiences or will they end up destroying each other?

Warnings: Near-death experience, secrets and lies, dissing English tea and the Beatles, damage of property

It had been a stressful day, heck it had been a stressful month, a stressful year, yet they had made it through. The Charmed ones, her cousins, Maggie, Macy and Mel had grown into their powers, slowly and steadily. Their mother would’ve been so proud of the women they turned out to be. Marisol had entrusted them to her, trusting that she’d be able to help them learn about magic, just like she (Marisol) and her own mother taught her when she was younger.

After an exhausting day at the headquarters, she went back to her own house, relieved to be home. Don’t get her wrong, the girls are wonderful to be around, but sometimes...it can get a bit much and they all needed some breathing space.

She lived in a house a few houses away from the Vera residence. Her house was almost as big as the Charmed ones’ house, it’s layout was similar as well. With vines growing up the walls, blooming with flowers and large spacious rooms that she used for her various hobbies. She also had a garden behind the house, full of herbs both exotic and local that she used in potions.

After today, she was just exhausted and decided that she would let off some steam in her house, relax, take a bubble bath, pamper herself.

She was in her kitchen, the windows open as a cool breeze brushed against her face. Her kettle of lemon grass tea was on the stove, smoking slightly as the water inside heated up.

The wind-chimes on the window tinkled in the breeze as her tea finished boiling. Taking it off the stove she slowly pored it into her favorite mug before walking towards the living room.

As she padded towards the living room she sensed something. She barely had a moment to react before a darklighter popped into existence, throwing his knife at her. She ducked quickly, her favorite mug shattering as it hit the floor.

“Hey! That was my favorite mug!” She yelled at the hooded figure, yet with no regard for her mug, he stepped over it, chasing after her. How disrespectful, honestly.

She gave chase around the house till she reached her bedroom, where she stashed some emergency potions. She found the one she was looking for.

Quickly finding the darklighter in her living room she smashed the bottle at his feet and said an incantation, creating a dome-like barrier to contain him.

Cautiously walking towards him, she asked, “Who are you?”

No reply came from him. He kept banging the dome when that didn’t seem to work he tried orbing out but was unable to as the dome interfered with his powers.

“Okay, the very least you could do is tell me your name, because you know, you just tried to kill me and it’s quite impolite for one to not introduce themselves after such a dramatic entry. I mean, it’ll cost a fortune in repairs, honestly you people have no care for interior decoration.”

“Jimmy.”

“Hmm?”

“My name. It’s Jimmy.”

“Well then, Jimmy, what brings you to my witch-y tavern? Well, apart from dicing me up and serving me to whichever master that sent you. Which reminds me, who sent you?”

He once again didn’t answer, tilting his head at me as if he was wondering if she was being brave or simply stupid.

“Well, since you’re less than inclined to answer, what’ll you have?”

“What?” He asked, irritated.

“Well, since you’re gonna be here for a while, I have to give you something to eat, don’t I? My mother didn’t raise a bad hostess. So, what’ll you have? Tea? Coffee? Eggnog? Maybe a snickers, because we all know you’re not yourself when you’re hungry,” she said, chuckling

“Are you an idiot? I just tried to kill you and you’re acting like everything’s fine. Heck you’re even offering me biscuits and tea?!”

“So, Jim-Jams it is! I’ve always liked those! The jammy deliciousness at the center is the best part!”

“Great. Of all the witches I could get trapped by, I get the crazy one with an obsession for bad puns and biscuits.”

“Oh loosen up my murderous friend. So, what do darklighters do on their down time or is it a full time gig?” She asked cheerfully, passing a tray of tea and a plate of Jim-Jams.

He sat cross-legged on the floor, observing the tray before pushing it away slightly, suspicious of the food being poisoned.

“What did you put in this?” He asked gruffly.

“Well, it’s lemongrass tea. It was what I made, before you so kindly barged in here. Which reminds me, why are you here? Besides the obvious.”

“You’re a witch. I kill witches. It’s not that complicated.”

“Perhaps, or perhaps it’s because of a certain curly haired charmed sister?” At this, he quickly whipped his face towards me, staring at me with wide eyes.

“How did I know? Please, as much as the charmed ones are powerful they’re not as well-read as I am, especially after I got my hands some of the Elder’s books, plus with Harry sprouting flowery feelings for Macy it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that you do too. Only you’re probably more likely to act on those feelings,” she said, taking a large sip of her tea, sighing in content, “A word of advice, though. Macy adores her sisters as you probably know, so she’d hate for anyone to harm them. Anyone. So. it’d be...best to not harm her sisters.”

“I didn’t ask for love advice from a witch,” he said venomously.

“Yet you love one. Ironic isn’t it. Like a lion falling for a lamb. But Macy is no lamb, so that’s inaccurate. Like a lion falling for a-a something that’s opposite to it but not weak. Whatever. Anyway, you get the point.”

Sighing in frustration, the darklighter drank the tea she gave him.

‘To hell with it, even death is better than conversing with this crazy woman,’ he thought.

She watched him drink the tea with a smile on her face.

“Once again, what brings you to my witch-y lair?”

“I was trying to find information about where the charmed ones have hidden their home,” he said without a thought before covering his hands with his mouth.

“Why did I say that? What did you put in this tea?!”

“Oh, a dash of truth serum. Well, the Harry Potter buffs would call it Veritaserum. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”

“You said it wasn’t poisoned!” He exclaimed in a high pitch.

“Technically, it isn’t poisoned. This just loosens your tongue a bit. Think of it like tequila but with without the dizzy high, the hangover, the smell and you acting like a fool.”

The darklighter sighed, sipping on the tea. Might as well drink all of it so he could eventually forget the strange witch.

“It’s a personal recipe of mine. Doesn’t have the effects of you forgetting this conversation, so relax dear darklighter because our conversation will be with you for a long while yet!”

He was pouting. No, he was brooding. The witch outside the barrier had gone to put their cups away. She was certainly unlike any other witch he’d encountered. Even Macy ran away from him when she realized who he was, what he was yet she didn’t. To be fair, she trapped him in a dome and fed him truth serum but that was certainly better than being poisoned and dead.

“Are you ever going to let me go?”

Contemplating for a few moments she answered, “Eventually. If you vow not to harm me or kill innocent witches.”

“You can’t keep me here forever. Eventually the barrier will come down. And about those witches you fight so valiantly to protect, the so called ‘innocent’ witches are few and far between. Everyone has done evil, especially you and your beloved charmed ones.”

Displeased with his answer, she turned away from him.

“A word of advice, little witch. Everyone responds to fear. It’s better to be feared than respected.”

“The Elders tried that route, you know? And where did that lead them? We’re building a dynasty, one that will be fair, not just to witches but to the beings of other species as well.”

“A naive dream from a crazy witch. Eventually the weeds of corruption will sprout and then what’ll happen to your so called ‘dynasty’?”

Wordlessly she turned way, unable to answer him.

Eventually she did let him go, but only after he promised not to harm her and vice versa.

She thought that’d be the last of what she saw of the darklighter in a some-what non violent context, but she was wrong.

Apparently her Jim-Jams and lemongrass tea drew him in so much so that he popped in at random intervals for tea.

“Why do you keep coming back?” she once asked.

“Because I can’t find an average cup of tea in this disgusting place and because you’re obligated to serve me free tea in recompense for poisoning me the first time.”

“Oh really?” She laughed.

“Really,” he said deadly serious. “I believe you’re familiar with the phrase ‘A Lannister always pays his debts’, well, ‘A darklighter always collects his debts’.”

“Did you jus- Did you just make a Game of Thrones reference?!” She asked, oddly proud.

“Maybe,” he said, avoiding eye-contact and sipping his tea.

“You’ve been watching the serials I gave you a list of! Oh, I’m so proud of you, old man!” She exclaimed, excited.

“I’m not old,” he mumbled, slightly offended.

“Please, you’re probably older than Moses himself with the way you walk with a staff up your-”

“I think that’s enough tea for today, crazy witch,” he said before quickly orbing away.

“Hey! I prefer the term ‘eccentric’,” she yelled at the air.

She’d always told him to send a warning before he randomly popped in but he always told her that he liked to ‘keep her on her toes’. That’s entirely what landed them in this predicament in the first place.

Her favourite (and only) cousins dropped by for her infamous afternoon tea with a twist. She’d been planning this for weeks, determined to give the Charmed sisters a normal afternoon after all the mess they had to deal with on an almost daily basis but apparently one event-free afternoon was not fated for the four.

In her haste to prepare everything for their afternoon tea she’d forgotten to tell her prickly neighborhood darklighter that she’d be hosting guests that day.

Mel picked up one of the adorable fruit tarts, popping one in her mouth, enjoying the tart taste of the strawberry-filled pastry.

It was Macy’s first afternoon tea, her eyes were filled with light as she took a bite of one of the tarts, exclaiming, “Y/N! This is delicious! I didn’t know you could bake!”

“Well, a witch’s gotta have secrets. That’s how you keep them guessing,” she said with a slight chuckle.

“Oh you haven’t even gotten to the best part!” Maggie squealed.

“There’s more?” Macy asked, eyeing the table full of finger-sandwiches, tarts and tiny cakes.

“Of course! It’s not called ‘afternoon tea with a twist’ for nothing!” Maggie said.

“Well, what’s the twist?” Macy asked, unable to contain her curiosity.

“Patience, Mace. You’ll find out soon enough. In the mean time, have you tried the mini-cakes? They’re to die for!” Mal soothed.

Y/N came out of the kitchen, a triumphant look on her face and in her hands was a rather large cake.

Placing it in the empty space in the center of the table she cleared her throat. Dramatically introducing the cake she said, “May I present thee, my Coquito Tres Leches!!!”

“Wait, so you’re telling me, you combined Coquito, which is an incredible drink, with Tres Leches cake?!” Macy asked, excited at the prospect of tasting the cake in front of her.

“Yes! And the honor of the first and the biggest piece goes to you, Macy!” She announced dramatically.

“I shall gladly accept thy gracious offer,” Macy said, accepting the large slice of cake.

“Hey! Why don’t we get the largest piece?!” Maggie asked, pouting slightly.

“Because you’ve always gotten the largest piece and since this is Macy’s first afternoon tea, she will have the biggest piece.”

Just as Macy dug her fork into her slice of cake the witches felt a surge of power in the living room.

Looking towards the intruder they saw Jimmy with his hood up in all his darklighter glory. Looking up he was momentarily surprised to see the Charmed ones.

His moment of hesitation was all the Charmed ones needed to jump into action. Macy threw a fireball at him which he was able to dodge. In defence he threw a dagger at the Charmed ones. Mel was not fast enough to stop it but before either parties could react Y/N stood between the two.

She felt the dagger pierce through her, looking Jimmy in the eye as she stumbled to the ground.

The Charmed ones were in shock, watching the woman who had been almost an elder sister to them be taken down so easily.

Jimmy ran towards the fallen witch, desperately cradling her body as he begged, “No, no, no, no, no, no. You can’t die. Please, I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey, I always said, you’d be the death of me,” she joked morbidly.

“No, you can’t die. I won’t allow it,” Jimmy declared.

“Hah, even in death you’re so bossy,” she teased breathlessly, the green-tinted poison rapidly spreading through her veins.

“Well, a darklighter always collects his debts and who would make me average tea after you’re gone?” He asked rhetorically, with glossy eyes, trying to get her to hold on.

“Jim-Jam?”

“Yes?”

“Kitchen cabinet. Top Shelf. Purple healing potion. Drop it into the wound after you remove this blasted dagger,” she instructed seriously.

Snapping out of her daze Mel quickly grabbed the potion from the cabinet, cautiously kneeling next to the darklighter.

“You- And him?! Bu- But HOW?! And WHEN?!” Maggie sputtered.

“Maggie now’s not the time,” Mel said.

Removing the dagger she saw the wound infected with darklighter poison. She quickly poured the potion over the wound.

For a few minutes, nothing happened as Y/N seemed to grow weaker as the poison seemed to spread quicker than before

“What?! Why isn’t it working?! Can’t you do something?!” Macy yelled at the darklighter.

Bowing his head, he shook it dejectedly.

“There is no cure for the poison,” he said.

The Charmed ones felt their hearts break as they watched their newly departed cousin.

Suddenly they heard her gasp for air. She opened her eyes looking at the darklighter. Grinning she said, “You’re not getting rid of me that easily Jim-Jam.”

“B-But how? The poison is not supposed to have any antedote.”

“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out. Remember you still have a master.”

“Ehem. Jim-Jam?” Macy asked, raising an eyebrow at the two.

“It’s a long story,” Y/N said, trying to avoid the uncomfortable topic.

“Well it’s a good thing we’ve got all afternoon,” Mel said with a wicked smirk.

After Y/N explained everything, the Charmed ones sat on the couch in shock.

Jimmy sat at the kitchen table, devouring the Coquito Tres Leches cake.

“So, you’ve been-been meeting him behind our backs? How could you?” Maggie asked.

“Yeah, and what exactly are you two?” Macy asked, befundelled.

“Friends.”

“Enemies,” they answered at the same time.

“Ehem. We’re enemies who have tea together and do not kill each other,” Y/N answered.

“Which reminds me. This is delicious, why haven’t you made this for me before?” The darklighter asked with a mouthful of cake.

“Because, you usually drop by for tea and biscuits not decadent cake, plus it’s only made for special occasions,” she answered.

“Is my arrival in this hovel not a special occasion?” Jimmy asked, cockily.

“No. And my house is NOT a hovel! It’s a tastefully decorated witch cave,” she answered matter-of-factly.

“A witch cave?” Jimmy laughed.

“Yes. Batman has a Bat cave, I have a witch cave. Simple,” she told him.

He rolled his eyes at her before slicing another piece of cake.

“He kills witches. Innocent witches! How could you, Y/N?!” Mel screamed, outraged.

“Look, he turned up at my house intent to kill me, okay? So we have a deal in place. He doesn’t kill me, I can’t kill him and I give him tea and desserts.”

“So you feed his sweet tooth in order to live?” Maggie asked.

“I know it’s weird but it kinda works.”

“Unbelieveable.”

“How did you manage to cure the poison? I mean, we’ve been looking for a cure for weeks, or have you been lying about that too?”

“I-uh,” she looked back at Jimmy before casting a dome of silence around them.

“Okay, now he can’t hear us.”

“How do you know?” Mel asked.

“Watch this,” she said, “The Beatles suck, the best tea is Southern Sweet tea not English Breakfast tea and the right way to make tea is with a microwave not a kettle.”

They looked at Jimmy but he had no reaction.

“Told you. Anyway, to answer your question....I have been experimenting with some black amber...”

“Y/N! You know that stuff is powerful!”

“I know, I know but I thought that since it enhanced your powers it might improve the potency of potions. And I was right. It counteracted the darklighter poison almost immediately.”

“But how?” Macy asked.

“The darklighter poison was created with the leaves of the black amber tree. I figured if it could create the poison, then the sap would be able to counteract it’s effects,” she answered, shrugging.

The Charmed sisters couldn’t believe it. The woman they considered an older sister was friends with their enemy. This could either lead to something good or either one of their deaths.

“Fine,” Mel said with a serious expression.

“Fine...what?” Y/N asked her curiously.

“I don’t like what you and Jimmy got going on and I may not agree with it but I will not interfere with it.” Mel said resoloutely.

“Wha- Mel?! You can’t let her do this!”

“Maggie, she’s a grown woman and trying to stop her will be useless. All we can do is support her in her decisions and be there for her if it all goes to Hell.”

“I agree,” Macy said. “I may not understand...this but I believe in you. And who knows, maybe you’ll be able to bring him into the light.”

Y/N chuckled at that, “Maybe.”

“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” Maggie said.

“You can’t protect me from everything Mags. I will get hurt but I will get up,” she comforted.

“But what if you can’t get up?” Maggie asked sniffling at the prospect of losing her.

“I’ll always get up because I’ll always have you...,” Y/N trailed off.

“...And you’ll always have me,” Maggie completed.

“Fine. You have my support. But if that darklighter touches a strand of your perfectly styled hair, I will make him regret being born,” Maggie vowed.

“Woah there little tiger!” Y/N chuckled, “But seriously, thank you, all three of you.”

“It’s okay, Y/N. You’re family. Just never hide anything like this from us again. Okay?” Mel said.

“Okay.”

In the time taken for them to talk it out Jimmy orbed out of the house, leaving only one half of the giant cake she’d prepared.

The four continued with their afternoon tea after they’d cleaned up the mess they’d made during the fight.

They knew that the fight between good and evil was far from over but for that brief moment they were carefree, enjoying each other’s company.

Jimmy came back that evening.

“You’ve got to stop doing that!” Y/N jumped.

Jimmy laughed before saying, “If I did, how would enter your delightful ‘witch cave’?”

“By using the door? Like regular people?”

“But that’s boring. Plus, I like seeing you startled.”

“I knew you were a little sadist deep down.”

“Oh, really? How so?”

“I’ve seen your weapon collection. Kinky.”

Jimmy burst out laughing. Most people had feared his collection of blades but here was a witch who was calling them ‘kinky’.

“Anyway, how did the talk with your beloved Charmed ones go?”

“It went pretty well, they’ve agreed to let us continue...this,” she answered.

“Oh? And what is...this?”

“Enemies. Like you said.”

“Hmm. Enemies,” he said with a glint in his eyes.

“Hey Jim-Jam?”

He sighed at the nickname before answering, “Yes?”

“When I was dying, did I see you on the verge of tears?”

“I’m sure you were imagining that. I was NOT on the verge of tears.”

“Awwe! So you do care about me!” She teased.

“No I don’t. I only keep you around because you make the most average cup of tea for miles.”

Snorting she said, “Yeah, sure. Anyway, I have some leftover cake. Do-”

Before she could even complete her sentence the darklighter was already in the kitchen, munching on the slice of heaven she had prepared.

As time went on, the two became an incredible duo, almost able to read each other’s minds during fights. They were a fearsome together and after Harry had been separated from Jimmy the newfound autonomy allowed the darklighter to pursue anything he wanted, which included the eccentric witch who nurtured his insatiable sweet-tooth.

For years, long after the both were gone, the magic world still whispered tales about the darklighter and the witch.

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radiant-flutterbun · 2 years ago

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Just Evan 5

First | Previous

Evan perched atop one of the many cliffs overlooking the ocean near the Beacon. It was a few days since the break up and he was far from over it. He plucked the petals off a daisy and watched as they fell into the waves below.

“He loves me, he loves me not. Yeah. Figures.”

“Oh hey!”

Evan jumped and looked up. It was the mirror that sold the rabbits.

“Haven't seen you in a bit. And where’s Fallen?”

Evan snorted. “He’s studying.”

“Oh right. He’s studying to be a mage or something.”

“He’s studying to be a boyfriendless loser is what he is.”

“Oh. You two broke up?”

“He said I was a ‘distraction’ and that he cares more about his stupid books than me. Can you fucking believe it?”

“Aww man. That sucks. I’m sorry. Hey, the next rabbit is on me, alright?”

Evan sighed. “Thanks man.”

***

Evan eventually made his way back to the clan, his heart empty, but his stomach full of rabbit blood. He was stopped abruptly by a small grey coatl.

“Fucking finally. I was looking all over for you!”

Evan tilted his head. “...Muerto?”

He was wearing a black hood which covered most of his face.

“Yeah who else?” Muerto snapped. “Look I don’t got all day, where’s Mason?”

Evan frowned. “He left.”

“Left? Left where?”

“The fucking Emperor’s Wake.”

“Mason’s in the Emperor's Wake? What the fuck is he doing there? Actually scratch that. Don’t care. Here I got you you’re fucking blood.” He tossed Evan a bag that was clearly stolen from a blood bank.

Evan read the tag and licked his lips. “O negative? Oooh you really got me the good stuff!”

“You’re fucking welcome. Inky!” The black nocturne was beside Muerto, sulking and melting slightly. “I need a portal to the Emperor’s wake. Now.”

“B-but Velvet-”

“We’ll deal with her later,” Muerto snapped. “First Mason. Now come on. Portal.”

Evan stopped admiring his gift and took a moment to watch Muerto. He noticed his breathing was uneven and he clutched his side.

“Hey, you good man?” Evan asked, but Muerto was already hopping into the portal Inkdrop had created. Inkdrop met his eyes before she entered the portal too. She was teary eyed.

“Huh. That sure was weird,” Evan shrugged. “Eh. It’s Muerto. He’ll be fine.” He held up his bag of blood so that it was eye level. “Time to have a feast!”

He flew up the spiral staircase of the tower, and instead of stopping on his floor, he was compelled to fly higher. And higher. And higher. Until he reached the top. There were only two rooms on the top floor. One was a tiny door that led into the fae Flare’s room. The other was a worn metal door.

Evan flicked his tongue. “Well I guess if I’m going to do this I better do it in style.” He turned around and flew back to the first floor, where he nabbed two wine glasses and straws from the kitchen. He then zoomed to the top of the tower and confidentiality pushed the door open.

The clan’s prison was dark and quiet save for a steady drip of water nearby. The leaky ceiling still had yet to be repaired. All of the cells were empty, except for one. Yellow eyes glowed in the dark and watched him.

“And why are you here?” A black and white skydancer moved into the light from the open door.

“Hi there Match!” Evan gave him a friendly wave and sat down in front of his cell.

The area was never meant to be a prison. Clan Ton Theon never wanted one, but one was created from necessity after Hywela and Frankenstien proved they could not be trusted after the Civil War. So a makeshift one was thrown together in the empty attic. And it remained.

“Here to mock me, mortal?” Match snarled.

“Nah. Just wanna talk and chill.”

“Yeah right. No one ever wants to just chill with me.”

Evan rolled his eyes. “Hey before you get too grumpy here, I brought you something.” He opened the blood bag and began to pour some into each glass. Match sniffed the air and his eyes widened.

“Is that…?”

“Human blood. Type O negative too.”

“H-how did you get that?”

“Muerto.”

Match snorted. “ Of course. Because you’re one of his pets.”

“Dude. Rude. Guess you don’t want any of this then.”

“Wait. You’re sharing?”

“I poured you a glass, didn’t I?” He held the glass out to Match. He stared at it for a moment and then snatched it.

“I brought straws too if you want any.”

Match was already lapping up the blood like a dog at a water bowl.

“Guess not. Cool.” He put a straw in his own and took a sip. “Now that’s some good stuff. Beats anything this planet has to offer, eh?”

Blood dribbled from Match’s lips. “But why?”

“Hmm?”

“Why’d you share? With me?”

“Because sharing is caring! And us vampires gotta stick together, right?”

Match scowled. “I hate that word.”

“Then what do you prefer? Blood sucker? Leech? Parasite? Because I like ‘vampire’ out of all the other options.”

Match didn’t respond.

“I’ve always wondered,” Evan swirled his glass, “Did you have something to do with me becoming, you know?” He showed his fangs.

Matched snorted. “As if. I didn’t have anything to do with your Curse. That was all Muerto.”

Evan frowned. “Huh. Ok. Weird coincidence I guess. What about Mason?”

“Look. Muerto was the one that cursed mortals got it? None of that was me. Muerto would throw a hissy fit, curse a few mortals and call it a day. He did it to millions, maybe billions of mortals spanning thousands of years. That’s who Muerto is. That’s what he does. He’s a careless demon. And Mason? I saw an opportunity and I took it. Muerto was an idiot for letting him hear the voices of the dead, because that meant any God of Death could speak directly into his head too. Oh Mason was so scared, so desperate. He was ready to believe anything I told him. He made it all so easy.”

Evan refilled his glass and then Match’s. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I was there. And you would have killed Muerto but you didn’t expect Ren to save him.”

Match narrowed his eyes at Evan. “Why are you so calm? As you said, you were there. You saw what I did. I thought you were on Muerto’s side.”

Evan shrugged. “That was forever ago. It’s the long forgotten past.”

“It was only a hundred years.”

“Yeah and that’s like forever ago.”

“A hundred years is nothing to my kind. It was practically just yesterday to me.”

“Yeah well for my kind that was forever ago. No one cares about what happened over a hundred years ago.”

Match snorted. “I think history would disagree with you, mortal.”

“Ok fine. I don’t care then. Happy?”

“Really? Then why are you here talking to me and not Muerto? Or Mason. Or my brother?”

“None of them are here at the moment. But I wanted to talk to you anyway. You’re interesting. Not boring. And besides I’m starting to think maybe Muerto had it coming for him.”

Match licked blood off of his claws. “So you’re not over it. And you came running over to me because you know no one else would listen to you. Well I’ve got news for you, i’m not your friend and i’m for sure not a fucking therapist so get the fuck out of here.”

“You’re also stuck there and can’t make me leave so I’m staying right here.”

“Fucking hell.”

“So what would you have done if you were the God of Death? How would you have run things? What would have made you better than Muerto?”

“Well first of all I’m not a demon, and I’m a Solstice. So automatically that makes me fit to be a king and not him.”

“So you’d be just as shitty, huh?”

Match growled. “The throne was practically built for me! I had been training since-”

“Yeah and you have yet to actually tell me why you would make a good king.”

“I…” Match stammered.

“You don’t know either! You were so convinced that the throne and crown was yours you didn’t even consider what you’d do with that power. I bet you would have fucked over plenty of mortals just like Muerto did. It’s clear you see us as lesser than you.”

“Sh-shut up!”

“Have you done anything besides try to kill Muerto?”

“I helped Isra take down an Emperor! I saved some of the dragons in this clan! I see some worth in mortals!”

“And yet they still put you in a cage.”

Match drank the last of his blood. “They just don’t understand. These dragons didn’t get that Sepulchral needed to die.”

“Why? Muerto I can kind of get, but Sepulchral has always been nothing but kind.”

“He’s weak! He’s worthless! He brings shame to the Solstice name!”

“And you don’t?”

“Shut up!”

“If I remember correctly I’m pretty sure Badru disowned you too. Sounds like the problem was your shitty dad and not Sep.”

Match was quiet.

“And now Sep is alive and well, and you’re here.”

Match still sat in silence.

“Did you even have any friends?”

Match snapped to attention. “Of course I did! Iniquity and Rrhage-”

Evan laughed, “You thought those two were your friends?!”

“They obeyed me! They helped me!”

“They were only looking after themselves! Your plans just happened to line up with theirs! They just wanted Muerto out of the picture too. They didn’t really give a shit about you.”

“And you know this how?”

“Bro I was made a god. I got to hear about all the Underworld gossip while you were in hiding. And Iniquity and Hemorrhage? They were never your fucking friends. They would have backstabbed you if given the chance.”

“I… But…”

“Sorry to burst that bubble man,” Evan refilled each glass for the last time, the bag now empty. “So what about romance? You ever had a girlfriend or a boyfriend or a datefriend? Or are you not interested in things like that?”

Match blinked. “What? Why are you asking me that?”

“Just curious. Like I said. You’re interesting. It’s cool if you’re aromantic though. That’s totally valid.”

“Hey now I never said I was aro.”

“Then you like dudes?”

Match’s feathers poofed, “I like chicks! Alright, happy?!”

“Aw that’s kinda disappointing.”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

“So let me get this straight (heh), you’ve never had any friends or a partner because you were too busy trying to kill a little kid? And your biggest accomplishments were killing your twin brother who was only trying to protect you, and killing a big zombie dragon? Am I getting all of that correct?”

“Hey now that’s-” Match began coughing. He turned around and hacked up the blood he just drank. Evan took a step back and winced.

“Gross man. You good?”

Match turned back towards Evan, tears in his eyes. “No I’m not fucking good! I’m fucking dying alone and in pain and nobody fucking cares!”

It dawned on Evan just how skinny the dragon in front of him was.

“Haven't you been eating?”

“I have, but nothing stays down!” Match wiped his mouth. His antennae were all bent and broken. His feathers unkempt. Bags were under his eyes. His body was littered with cuts and bruises.

“Is it the shard?” Evan asked, looking at Match’s tail. There was nothing there now, but he also didn’t have a Symbol in his dragon form.

Match nodded. He shivered. “I-I think when I became a dragon it was absorbed into me. Now it’s been slowly working its way throughout my body. I don’t think I have much longer left.”

“Oh,” Evan gathered the wine glasses and the empty bag. “That’s a bummer.” He stood up and turned around.

“W-wait! Evan don’t go!” Match’s voice cracked as Evan’s claws touched the metal door. “Don’t leave me alone, please.”

“Sorry man,” Evan cracked the door open and glanced back at the yellow eyes “But you’re really bumming me out.” He walked out the door and could still hear Match begging him to come back as it slammed shut behind him.

#tcotg #clan ton theon #firefly writing

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Destiel AU - toddler!jack, mechanic!dean

“Good morning, sir!”

Dean looked up from his newspaper straight at the kid with a teddy bear. He had no idea where it came from. He was just sipping his coffee and reading the news, when some stranger toddler appeared on the seat in front of him.

“Umm, mornin'?” he greeted him, still confused.

“I have a birthday today,” said kid and grinned. Dean looked around, but nobody seemed to bother with his situation.

“Congratulations, but you shouldn't be alone here. Where's your mom?”

“In Heaven. She's watching over me, like an angel,” kid explained, and after that kicked him accidentally under the table. Dean dusted his knee off.

“And what about your dad?”

“There!” he pointed to the counter, where was standing a dark hair man in the trench coat. “He's buying birthday's milkshakes. Strawberry!”

“Yeah?” Dean relaxed a little bit, good that kid wasn't alone here. “And how old are you?”

“Four! It's more than three,” he said cheerfully. “Look, I have The Marvelous Marvin. He can talk!”

Kid showed him a teddy bear and pressed his belly. A plushie toy said: 'Hello!', his father turned around immediately and came quickly to Dean's table. He picked the kid up and spoke to him:

“Jack, I told you, don't harass people.” And then to Dean: “My apologies.”

“Nothing happened... He's a great kiddo.”

The man tried to smile, but he was too much embarrassed, so it lookes more like a grimace. Jack, on the other hand, seemed not to care about anything, playing with his teddy bear.

Dean pulled something out from his pocket and asked: “Hey, Jack, do you like stickers?”

“Yeah!”

“So, I have something for you. Happy birthday, buddy!”

It was a commercial sticker with a big text "Singer Auto Repair Shop", but there was also a picture of Chevy Impala which was what Jack noticed first.

“A car!” exclaimed Jack, putting a sticker on his teddy bear at once.

“Jack, what do you say?” reminded him his father.

“Thank you, sir!”

“You're welcome!”

The man put Jack on the seat at the next table and went back to Dean.

“I'm sorry once again, he's a little too much excited,” he excused for his son.

“Sure, nothing happened.” Dean shrugged. “I'm Dean, by the way.”

“Castiel.” They shook their hands, and Dean smiled at him.

“It's nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Cas smiled back. “I'm not gonna take more of your time. Have a nice day.”

Cas sat across of his son. The waitress had brought their milkshakes already. The kid started drinking, but a few seconds later he was talking again.

“Dad, can I try yours?”

Dean heared a chuckle, he looked at Cas and caught how he was rolling his eyes.

“They're the same, Jack.”

“Please... I have a birthday,” begged the kid with a sweet voice.

“All right.” Cas gasped, but changed their milkshakes.

“Yours is better,” admitted Jack, and Cas laughed once again.

Dean finished his coffee and walked away a few minutes later, one more time looking at them. The family picture, a lovely and cute view...

Cas knew shit about cars, but he was certainly sure his truck shouldn't make so weird noises.

“Crap,” he murmured. Did he say it loud? Crap! He turned to the back seats where Jack was sitting in the child chair. “You didn't hear anything, Jack.”

“That's not true! You said: crap!” said excited Jack. “Crap, crap! Crap, crap!”

Great! Now his kid expanded his vocabulary.

“I think grocery needs to wait. Somebody needs to check our car.”

“Maybe Marvin? He's a mechanic. He has a badge.” Jack pointed at the sticker on his teddy bear.

“Oh, honeybee, I think we need the other specialist, but thank Marvin for his service.”

Cas pulled out the phone to find some Auto Repair Shop on the internet when he realized that actually Marvin could help. He gave a quick look at the sticker and read an address.

“I have no idea how to fix a car. Sometimes I even forget to refuel it,” explained Cas to the old man with a baseball cap. He had found out earlier it’s Bobby Singer, owner of this Auto Shop. For a moment, he felt disappointment because deeply in his heart he had hoped he was going to see Dean from the milk bar again.

“I’ll call my best mechanic. We can handle it,” Bobby assured him, and after that he turned around and yelled: “Dean, we have a client, can you come here?”

Dean got out from under one of the cars. He was wearing work clothes, and his face was dirty from grease, but Cas recognized him at once. Jack, who was standing next to him, was too busy with his teddy bear to notice him.

“Oh, Cas. Hi,” said Dean, frowning with confusion. Probably he didn’t expect to see him again.

“Hello, Dean.”

“And how are you, Jack?” he asked a toddler.

“Good! Marvin took us here!”

“Yeah, so let’s see what’s wrong with a car.”

Dean opened the hood and checked the car. It didn’t take him a lot of time before he found cause of trouble.

“It's the engine...” explained Dean.

“Crap!” said Jack, and Dean looked at him surprised.

“Whoa, isn't it a big word for so little guy?”

“I'm big now! And dad taught me that!”

Cas’ cheeks turned red at once, and he mumbled: “No, I... I didn't.”

“You did, daddy. Don't you remember? Truck was broken.”

Dean chuckled, but he was not going to torture him any longer.

“Okay, I need at least half an hour. You can wait there if you want.” He pointed to a bench near a big tree.

“All right, thank you.”

Dean started working, but his eyes were heading to Cas and Jack all the time. He saw how they were talking and playing with a teddy bear, laughing all the time. They looked so happy, and Dean found himself jealous of what they had.

When he finished, he called them and Bobby. Cas paid for the repair and thanked him for help. They didn't go at once, so Dean used an opportunity to talk with him a little longer.

“He's similar to you, like Mini-Cas,” said Dean, and Cas smiled with proud.

“Actually, he's not my biological son... His mother was my very good friend, but she died in childbirth, so I took care of him,” he explained.

“What about his biological father?”

“It's my brother, but I don't know where he is. He ran away when he found out Kelly was pregnant.”

“This one,” started Bobby and patted Dean on the arm. “I kinda adopted him and his brother. And they're good men. I think I did no bad job raising them.”

“Yeah, you were always a better father to me than John.”

Bobby squeezed Dean’s shoulder, and walked away to talk with Jack. Cas looked at his son with love in his eyes.

“It must be hard, huh? Be a lonely father with a toddler?”

“Sometimes. But I've never regretted this. He's my whole life.”

After a long minute of silence, Dean decided to go one step further. He scratched a back of his neck and cleared the throat.

“Listen, Cas, I'll give you my private number...” he started, but then added quickly: “You know if something would be wrong with a car, just call me.”

Shit! It wasn't supposed to look like this... He chickened out.

“Umm, thank you,” said Cas, putting the card with his number in his coat's pocket. “Dean, one more.”

“Yeah?”

“Would it be okay if I call you on another matter?”

“Which means?”

“If I want to, for example, invite you for a milkshake?”

Dean's face brightened with a smile. So, it wasn't like he was the only one who was interested.

“Yeah... it would be okay, Cas.”

“So, I think I'll call you.”

“I will be waiting.”

Cas gave him a huge smile one more time before he went to Jack.

“Jack, we need to come home. Let's go!” He took him on his arms.

“Okay, daddy!” Jack raised his hand and waved with it. “Bye, bye, Dean!”

“See you later, buddy! Oh, and I have another sticker for you,” said Dean.

“It's like a doctor, but without needles.”

“Yeah, I'm a car doctor.”

“Cool!”

They drove away, this time without a noisy engine, and Cas thought it's a very good day.

Cas put Jack to bed, read him the bedtime stories and kissed his forehead. He turned the light off, but stayed there a few minutes more, just to look at his sleeping kid.

Yes, like he said before, being a single father wasn't always easy, but he would never change his life. At least not in this area. Because, of course, he would like to find somebody who could love Jack like their own son, and somebody who could love him...

Sometimes, especially in the nights like this, he felt lonely, it wasn't like he has a lot of time to meet new people, not to mention dates. That's why he went to the kitchen to make a call.

“Yeah?” asked Dean, and Cas couldn't help smile, hearing his voice.

“Hello, Dean. It's Cas. I hope I don't call too late.”

Answer came almost immediately.

“No. It's never too late.”

Part 2

#tbh i don't know why i wrote this #destiel fic #toddler jack #destiel au #castiel #dean winchester #deancas #spn #supernatural #fanfiction #ficlet #jack kline #mine

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