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ashleycatchemm · 2 years ago

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1-09: Basket Case

Part 9 of ??

Pairings: Reggie x Reader, Luke x Julie, Alex x Willie

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) has been able to see and feel ghosts ever since she was little, which made it hard to tell the ghosts from the humans. Everyone has always thought she was a bit crazy, even her best friends, Julie and Flynn. But when three ghosts with a love for music appear in Julie's garage, suddenly (Y/n) doesn't seem so crazy anymore.

Song: Basket Case (Green Day)

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(Lmao y'all are gonna attack me for making them fall for each other so fast but it goes with the story I promise. There is a reason this is happening.)

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"Woah"

My eyes shot open as I heard a voice speak up by the door. I was quick to look over, eyes widening at the smiling ghost leaning against the door frame. "Wha-" I stumbled back a little in shock, only for him to widen his eyes and quickly push himself off the wall "hey watch-" I suddenly tripped on a wire, sending me back towards the ground. The dark brown haired basis cringed in reaction to my fall. Luckily, my guitar was in my hands and not on my back.

"-out.."

He finished his sentence as I sat up, huffing in annoyance. Reggie quickly made his way over to me, sticking out his hand he asked "Need a hand?" I looked at his hand out in front of me, before looking back up at his smiling face. "Come on. I don't bite. Unless you want me to." He winked down at me, causing my breath to get caught in my throat from both his words and actions. Feeling heat slowly make its way to my cheeks, I dragged my eyes away from his green ones, finding the ground to be more interesting.

I brought my hand up, only for him to grab it firmly and pull me up, causing me to gasp a bit in surprise as I fell into his chest. The only space between us being filled in by the rhythm guitar hanging from the strap around me. I was quick to step away, clearing my throat in the process. "You have got to stop doing that." I took my guitar strap off and placed it on the stand.

"Doing what?"

Reggie asked, confused, I rolled my eyes and turned around to face him, only to see him less than a foot away from me causing me to jump a little in surprise. "That!" I stated, arms gesturing in front of me for emphasis as I continued with "You just appearing out of no where! That has to stop!" He raised a brow in confusion, before shaking his head and chuckling in amusement. "(Y/n), I'm a ghost." I nodded my head a little before moving past him to get to the door.

"Yes you are a ghost."

Once I got to the door, I turned to him, angry eyes piercing through his as I stated "But that doesn't mean you can't walk through doors like a normal person!" With that I was quick to turn back around and march off down the hall "hey, hey, wait." Reggie said as he quickly caught up to me, taking my arm in his hand, which grabbed my attention. I stopped walking and looked over at Reggie, who's eyes seemed to be glued to his hand that was currently around my arm.

With a small shake of his head, he let go of my arm, a pink tint covering his cheeks. His forest green eyes drifted down towards his shoes before looking back into my (e/c) ones. "I wanted to talk to you about the band.." I rolled my eyes, turning around I started to walk off "Didn't we already talk about this? Julie isn't joining unless Flynn knows the truth, and Flynn doesn't want to believe a word I say, so why would I join the band?" Reggie was quick to appear in front of me, grabbing my attention, with a smile on his face.

"That's the thing, we are gonna prove to Flynn that we are really there."

I crossed my arms a crossed my chest "And why would I wanna prove anything to her?" A slightly confused look crossed Reggie's face "Aren't you two friends?" He asked as I started to walk off down the hall again. "Well, yeah. But all she does lately is criticize me. And I've had enough of it." Reggie was quick to follow after me as I headed towards my room "Why does she do that?" I walked through my bedroom door, turning around on my heals, which caught Reggie by surprise as he quickly stopped.

An annoyed look sat on my face as I asked "Why do you ask so many questions?!" Slamming the door on his face, I turned around and made my way over to my bed. I let out a huff in annoyance as I laid down on my bed, my back facing the door. After a few seconds, I felt the end of the bed dip, telling me that Reggie is now sitting on the end of the bed.

"I'm sorry I ask so many question..."

Reggie spoke quietly, his voice sounding much softer than normal. "I just... I want to get to know you." This peaked my interest, turning my head a little to look back at him over my shoulder, I noticed him leaned over with his elbows on his knees. His eyes seemed to be focused on one spot in the room as he continued, a small smile tugging at his lips "You remind me of myself in a way. Hiding things from your friends, pushing others away.." I sat up once he said that and was about to interject, only for him to quickly stop me.

"And don't try to deny it. You think I can't tell when someone is lying? I've lied to my friends enough times to last me a life time. I used to do exactly what you're doing right now."

Reggie turned his head to look at me, I stayed silent as his captivating green eyes met my (e/c) ones. He continued "I just want to let you know that you can talk to me. You don't have to go through things alone. But if you don't want to talk, that's fine. I'll just leave you alone." His head went to face back in front of him as he got up to leave.

Without thinking I quickly grabbed his arm with both of my hands "Wait!" I yelled desperately, heart beating fast in my chest out of fear. I was scared, but I didn't know what for. Reggie's attention was brought back to me, I didn't look up at him, I only stared at my hand which was currently holding onto his arm.

"Don't go."

It was quiet and just above a whisper, but Reggie still heard it, as he slowly sat back down on the bed while stating "I'm not going anywhere, okay?" I looked up at him, as he sent a small smile my way, I nodded my head in response to his words. We sat in silence for a moment or two my hand still held onto his arm, as if I was scared that he would walk away, not fully trusting that he'll stay.

Reggie seemed to noticed that I wouldn't let go of him, so he used his other hand to move my hand into his own. My breath got caught in my throat as I stared down at our interlocked fingers, Reggie was quick to speak, grabbing my attention, only to find him already looking down at me. "You can hold onto me as long as you need to." I stared up at him for a couple of seconds, my heart beating so fast to the point where it feels like it's going to jump out of my chest.

'What the hell is wrong with me?'

I thought as I quickly looked down at our hands and cleared my throat. "I um... it's just..." I looked away from our hands and brought my legs over the edge of the bed, so that I now sat next to him. Reggie was quiet as to let me continue "Flynn and I didn't always fight. It's just that..." I paused a minute, trying to think of a way to explain things. I wanted to tell him everything, to finally get this heavy weight off my shoulders. But a part of me still couldn't trust him, he was able to creat a small gap in in the wall that I've kept up for years, in just a matter of minutes.

It scared me. I was scared of Reggie, but at the same time I wasn't. I was scared that he could say just about anything and my walls could come crumbling down. But I loved the feeling of his hand in mine, and the fact that whenever he looks at me, my heart always skips a beat. It was something I've never felt before, something I both loved and hated.

"A couple of years back I was in a dark place, none of my friends could pull me out of. But then I got this job which helped but was never enough, so I started drinking..." I glanced over at Reggie, to see if he was judging me, but all I saw was a look of understanding on his face, as he nodded his head for me to continue. "Flynn eventually found out about my "habits" as she put it. And told Julie about it." I brought my free hand up using two of my fingers to make quotation marks when I got to the word 'habits'.

I let out a huff as a small glare sat on my face, staring down at the floor in front of me. "Ever since then, all she has ever done is call me a drunk, and tell me to get my shit together." The glare deepened on my face as I stared at the ground, my left hand bald up into a tight fist. My right hand gripped Reggie's tightly, without even realizing it, but he didn't seem to mind.

"I hate her."

I was quick to state, anger rising with every word. I felt the magic bubbling within me, as I focused on all of my anger. Reggie was quick to speak, with a shake of his head "You don't hate her." I looked over at him, my glare softening just a little as I stared into his green hues. I went to respond, only for Reggie to cut me off "And don't you deny it. You don't hate her. You're just upset and angry." A small smile graced his lips, causing some of my anger to die down.

Letting out a small huff, I went to open my mouth to respond only for Reggie to beat me to it once again. "And do you know how I know this?" Again I let out a huff before rolling my eyes and standing up, I took my hand away from his. Reggie was quick to grab my hand again, as to stop me from leaving, which caused me to whip my head around, giving him a mad look, only for him to look at me with his doe-like green eyes before speaking.

"I know this because I've been exactly where you are right now."

My anger almost completely went away as I scoffed "Yeah right. There is no way you'd drink alcohol." Reggie was quick to respond, a smile on his face "What makes you think I didn't?" I let out a small laugh in disbelief before responding "Are you kidding me? Your personality doesn't necessarily scream 'alcohol'." I gestured to him using my free hand, only for Reggie to raise a brow in response.

"Oh? And yours does?"

I shrugged and shoved my free hand in my pocket "Well... I mean..." he rolled his eyes in response while pulling me down to the spot next to him. "Just sit down, and let me tell you the story." He stated, eyes glinting in amusement as he watched me fix myself so I now sat comfortably. The two of us were so close to each other, to the point to where our legs were touching.

This caused heat to rise to my cheeks as he cleared his throat and started to explain. "Much like you, I was in a dark place when I started drinking..." as Reggie continued talking, his voice drifted off from his normal happy tone, to a sad soft one. "It wasn't bad at first, and I would tell myself that I'd stop, or that what I'm doing is fine because it helps with the constant pain...." He drifted off, and stopped talking for awhile, as he stared in front of him.

Reggie seemed to be lost in his head, so after a minute or so, I spoke up "Reggie." He didn't move, so I gave his hand a squeeze, and without thinking I used my free hand to grab his face to turn it so that he'd look at me. "Reggie, hey." He blinked a couple of times before his eyes focused on me. "You okay?" It took him a moment to process what I asked, he shook his head a little in response "No. No, I'm not. But I will be." He sent me a small smile, as if to reassure me that he will be okay.

I removed my hand from his face, only for him to quickly grab it with his other. The two of us stared at each other, causing my heart to beat quickly in my chest, a red color slowly making its way to my cheeks, as the same color coated his. Reggie's eyes drifted over to our other set of now connected hands, only for him to clear his throat while saying "Uh, oh, I'm sorry." While letting go of my hand, he brought his hand back to him as I did the same with mine. "I don't know what came over me." I shook my head a little before stating "It's fine." Again the two of us just stared at each other as if waiting for the other to talk.

I cleared my throat and looked away while saying "So, what's the rest of your story?" Reggie nodded his head before looking back in front of him "Uh, right. The story." He cleared his throat before continuing "Well, my friends eventually caught on, and let's just say they really tried to get me to stop. But I just kept on pushing them away, and told them that I know what I'm doing and that I pace myself. Hell, that's even what I told myself..." he paused for a minute to glance over at me, like I did earlier before to see if I was judging him but I wasn't. I nodded my head in understanding as he continued.

"Eventually things got even worse and it wasn't until I woke up in the bands garage one morning, I had no memory of the night before. I had a giant headache and when I saw the spilt bag of cocaine on the table. I knew I had gone way to far, and needed to stop."

Reggie seemed to hate himself for that, as he angrily spat out the words. Something that seemed so out of character for someone like him. Before now, I never would've thought that the boy sitting next to me could be able to get angry. I squeezed his hand that was still interlocked with mine, as to let him know that it's okay. He let out a small sigh, the anger slowly fading away as he looked over at me.

"What I'm saying is.." he continued "Don't push Flynn away. Okay? As much as it may be annoying, she's only trying to help you get on track, because she cares about you. Learn from my mistakes and do better, don't become a drunk like I was, okay?"

I nodded my head in response as I said "Okay. I promise I'll stop drinking. If that makes you happy?" He sent me a small smile while stating "Extremely." We stared at each other in silence again, only for him to clear his throat and stand up. "Now that we got all the emotions out. How about we go down to Julie's?" He let go of my hand when he stood up, only to reach back out for my hand again. "What do you say? Want to be apart of Sunset Curve?" Reggie held a small smile on his face as he awaited my answer.

I looked from his outstretched hand in front of me, back up to his glowing smile, and forest green eyes. "I don't normally do bands, but I guess I could make an exception." Taking his hand in mine, he pulled me up as I continued "Thats if we are able to prove you exist to Flynn first." Reggie's smile brightened as he let go of my hand, shoving both of his in his ripped jean's pockets. "Well then, I guess we better get over there so we can practice." I sent him a warm smile in response "Yeah, we probably should." With that, the two of us walked off to go to Julie's house, talking and laughing the whole way there.

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chaosheadspace · 2 years ago

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I'll go to sleep an dream again

So I said I'd write something for this idea by @softest-punk and I did. (I'd recommend reading it before reading this.) Im nearly done editing 4 (handwritten) pages and my instant gratification squirrel brain said post! post! post! So. Here.

Yes, there is more to come, but I have about 40 to 60 minutes on good days for writing/ editing and haven't written in ages (10 years) so thats not ideal. Anyway, please, read and have fun.

He's quiet. He's seething, glass freezing against his side and face. Numbed by the circle, he feels a girl crying out for her mom, again, because she can't get to sleep. A boy in a city in Africa is chased by a nightmare, looking like a tiger, but all wrong. More than fifty people try to wake up, trapped in the wastelands between dreaming and waking, pulling at his consciousness.

His almost human body tries to shiver against the cold but he stops it absentmindedly. Roderick Burgess is talking to him. He feels his son Alex having a daydream on a bench outside about the garden boy. His body cools down as he closes his eyes and lets the feelings of his dreamers encompass him, clings to it like a lifeline.

xXx

His body begins to scream with pain all over, startling him out of his trance, numbing his mind. Churning fire on his skin, in his stomach, his LUNGS. Before he is able to pull his mind out of it, there is a loud POP and splintering sound and more pain rains on him from above. The fury pierces into him like the glass shards, sinking deep into his belly, next to the twisting agony in his stomach. What has Burgess done now? He is dimly aware of the slumped down guards at the door.

Long gasps fight themselves through his throat, turning into wet, raspy coughs. Staggering forward on aching feet he grasps for control over his breathing, feeling like sandpaper in his lungs.

After a few moments, he heaves himself to the small trench surrounding his shattered prison and gulps down a few handfuls of brackish water. Choking, coughing, trying to keep it down, he swallows some more. It somewhat settles the pain in his stomach but makes him slightly nauseous.

He keeps still until breathing isn't agony anymore. Trying to stop entirely, he notices that not breathing feels panicky instead of peaceful. So he breathes. He is going to drag Burgess to the dreaming, nail him on his highest roof and tell Jessamy to feast on him for 200 years.

At the thought of Jessamy something thumps hard in his chest, catching in his throat. The room swims in front of him, wet coating his cheeks, burning in the cuts the glass left. He touches his face, his hand coming away tinged with red.

He'll let the Corinthian have Burgess' eyes, then force him to watch as he sends his nightmare to his duties. Sobbing, he tries to reign in his emotions. Everything feels like it's trying to smother him. He reaches out for the flow of the dreaming, the streaming consciousness of many, to pull himself into it, out of the swirl of his own feelings.

Grasping for control, he does not find it. The dreaming is silent, his mind and body loud, so loud. The dreaming is not there. Not anymore, not for him.

After taking a small eternity to pick himself back up, he slowly limps towards the door. It feels like lead is flowing through his veins, heavy and poisonous, weighing him down and slowing his movements. Left foot hurting too much to put his full weight on it, he leans against the doorway. Never has he had to do anything more corporeally taxing, not that he remembers. Breathing heavily (breathing! A part of him is still disgusted at the necessity of it) he takes in the guards. One leaned back in the chair, the other one slumped over the table, they are fast asleep.

He wonders then, if it was something he'd done without noticing, caused by his powers leaving. For leave they did, because he can see them sleeping clear as day, but feels nothing despite his mind reaching out. With a hard exhale, he closes his eyes and pushes down his emotions again. Up, he has to get up and out of here.

Somehow he masters the steps,mostly dragging himself up by the handrail. The stone is cold against his feet, a draft coming from above making him shiver and hunch over in a vain effort to shield himself from it. Its numbing his skin, making it feel taunt.

Finally reaching the last few steps, he cautiously looks around the corner into the hall and finds it empty.

Trying to calculate the toll it would take on his useless body he considers searching the manor for Roderick Burgess. He imagines using disdainful physical violence then, imagines lunging at Burgess, gouging out his eyes. Looking at his hands he sees them cut and bloodied, trembling and thin. Useless. He changes his fantasy then, imagines pushing him down a flight of stairs, only to see himself tumbling after, weakened, unable to catch himself. His mind runs away with it, supplies some images of his own, unable to stop: Himself on his back, hands raised in a feeble attempt to shield. Burgess looming over him, something heavy in his hands. No, first he must get out of here. He can seek revenge later. With that decision he heaves himself up the last steps and into the hall.

The hall seemingly stretches on forever, thick carpet disappearing under the door separating it from the entrance hall. It is slightly ajar, the carpet in front of it dark. As he slowly makes his way to it he realizes that water is staining it, squelching wet under his bare feet. Sunlight greets him as he pushes at the door, warm and golden. It blinds him, stings in his skull, forces him to pinch his eyes almost fully shut. Still, it is a breath of warmth against his body. He tries to make out the room in front of him through pinched eyelids, the light drawing a dizzying mosaic of harsh shadows and glistening flecks of gold.

He is standing at the edge of a large puddle, the reflecting surface framed by an arc made with charcoal. Placed around it is an assortment of seashells, big, coiling things, alternated with small clay bowls containing a dark substance. Further away, along the far wall, lie the shattered remains of the large windows, dotting the room with tiny bright spots. In the middle of the arc, ahead of him, between him and the front door, lies a person. As his eyes slowly adjust he recognizes Roderick Burgess, fast asleep like the guards down below.

Suddenly he feels as if his power had crept back into him, lifting him up, making him feel taller. Here lies his captor, laid out like an offering to a lost god. Dressed in a robe, clutching a scroll to his chest, the other hand strewn with blood he looks like a sacrifice prepared by eager disciples striving to placate his righteous fury.

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sylverstorms · 3 years ago

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Miranda x Abigail ----The Song of the Crow Ch. 8 (NSFW)

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[Abigail]

Abigail blinks the snowflakes from her eyes and wraps her coat tighter around herself. If there's one thing she will never quite get used to about Romania, that is the piercing cold.

Lycans rush past her, keeping a safe distance of several yards. If none of the villagers have a deathwish to remain outside this evening, then they will settle for livestock.

That is their order and it is absolute. Even among these bloodthirsty, tragic beasts, barely clinging to shreds of their humanity, it is the definition of insanity to go against Miranda.

She reigns over both humans and beasts in the village. She reigns over nature itself.

Is it really a sound idea, then, to get any further involved with her than I already am?

Abigail would lie to say she has forgiven her for lying about her true identity all these years. She has sworn her fealty to her, yes, but loyalty has nothing to do with fondness in her mind. She holds none of the latter for Miranda.

Her first thought is to deny her proposition, if only to bring her down a peg.

If Abigail wants a lover's touch, she can choose to have almost any woman in the village. Despite how they may act in front of their families, the ones who would turn her down can be counted on one hand.

It's not about sex, though.

It's just that... since Alex's death and her moving to this place, she has steadily been dissociating.

Things that should interest her, she knows, don't. Local girls' affections leave her indifferent and numb. The cold of the world around her feels like it has seeped on the inside, as well.

With Miranda, none of that is true. Half the things she experiences with her aren't even good, but the sensations are all vivid. There is adrenaline and danger and a large deal of nerves involved, yet it's never dull. Even breathing near her is electrifying.

Maybe, just maybe, Abigail considers, she has a thing for power after all, just like the rest of her family.

Whatever the reason, Miranda is right about one thing; she could use the escape from her thoughts during this fragile calm before the storm.

At half past eleven, Abigail walks past the Lycans on guard duty outside the gates of Miranda's stronghold, to the front door. The intimidating lines and edges of the structure are even more apparent now that she stands directly below it.

The door knocker hits twice.

There is a pause, then the familiar sound of heels on the other end. The door opens to reveal Miranda there, absent wings, dressed in casual dark pants and a simple black blouse –that has no right to bring her eyes out that much— rather than her elaborate priestess outfit.

“Are you going to stand there all night or...?” she asks, a small smile dancing at her lips.

“Just enjoying the weather out here.” Abigail replies, even as the wind picks up around her, snowflakes slip past her coat's collar and she is positively freezing.

“I can see.” Miranda grabs her by the lapel and pulls her inside, which is only a tad warmer. “Follow me.” she says and proceeds deeper into her sanctum.

Abigail walks past decorated archways and long stairways, to the uppermost section of the stronghold. A sigh escapes her upon the realization there is some form of heating here, in the spaces Miranda frequents.

The living room she is brought to is... far different than what she may have had in mind.

There is a big couch in front of the fireplace, which probably feels as comfortable as it looks, a modern wooden table in front of it. A flat TV screen is mounted on the wall, just far enough above the fireplace that the heat can't damage it.

“This is... nice.” Abigail comments.

“Did you think I live in a cave or something?” Miranda inquires as she takes her coat.

Honestly? Abigail expected something colder. Stricter.

“Whiskey? Wine?” Miranda asks.

The brunette is still trying to get used to the image of her in everyday clothes, but she finds her voice long enough to answer:

“The strongest thing you've got.”

Whiskey brings brief trails of heat to her cold body, but it's nothing compared to Miranda sitting close beside her, angled towards her.

Her long fingers are free of the usual claws when they reach up to Abigail's hair, brushing straight brown locks behind her ear to trace its shell. The slope is followed down, with a thumb softly brushing beneath the curve of her jaw in slow strokes.

God, that feels—

Abigail fights off the sigh threatening to spill past her lips. Miranda is experimenting, cataloguing reactions, so of course she can't let it show how weak that gets her.

“Do I make you nervous?” she questions. Her hand is still moving at Abigail's jawline in distracting, sizzling motions.

“As if you wouldn't like that.” the brunette answers, dual-colored eyes meeting Miranda's hypnotic blue.

“I didn't say I wouldn't.” she leans in as she speaks, her voice lower and lower, until it's barely a warm whisper against Abigail's mouth. “I may even like it very much.”

She is granted all the time in the world to turn away if she wishes, yet that's the furthest thing from what the brunette wants. Instead, she tilts her chin forward, tasting Miranda's expensive, cream-flavored lipstick. It's soft and buttery-smooth; begging to be licked off.

The fingers at her jaw trail down to cup her neck. Abigail isn't sure where she's allowed to touch, but she guesses Miranda's knee is a safe bet when she slides her hand underneath it to pull the other woman closer.

A long leg is brought between her own, entirely unhurried, before the blonde gradually shifts her weight onto it. Part of Abigail wants to open her eyes to appreciate the visual of Miranda crawling over her lap like an assertive feline, but she is too lost in the euphoric sensations of their kiss to do that.

The prophetess is the first to break their liplock, pressing her back into the couch with a hand on her torso when Abigail instinctively chases her.

She doesn't have a kink for being bossed around, she's pretty sure, but the way Miranda pins her, with her eyes first and her strength second, has heat spooling from her core.

The priestess smirks and drags a thumb over her lower lip.

“Eager, are we? Patience is a virtue, Abigail.” she teases.

It is that same condescending tone that makes the brunette want to shove her off the nearest substantial height most of the time, but there's also a softer echo to it now. Combined with the movements of her thumb, it's hard to hate being under her here.

“Ground rules, first.” Miranda states. “No ranks, no powers in bed. Yellow is to slow down, red is to stop. And as soon as you say it, I will stop immediately.”

“Green.” Abigail whispers with an eye-roll, which draws an exhale-chuckle from Miranda.

“Is there anywhere you don't want me to touch you?”

Abigail takes a second to consider that one. She has several scars on her side and back from bullets and knives and the general military lifestyle she dedicated herself to, after running away from her foster home. Having them touched doesn't bother her, but at the same time, she doesn't really want Miranda to see.

And her off-color left side... that's something she doesn't want either of their eyes to linger on.

“Touching anywhere is fine, but I want all lights off.” she states.

“As you wish.” Miranda runs her fingers down her neck, then past the contours of her arm to take her wrist. “Come.”

The pair walk past a small corridor to the prophetess' chambers, grand and organized as a queen's domain.

The right side of the room sports glass walls, which, combined with the polished tiles that so wonderfully reflect the moonlight, make the space feel suspended in air. The bed is straight ahead, king-sized and looking very inviting in its dark-colored, heavy blankets.

Abigail finds that they are as soft as they appear, when Miranda pushes her down on them and climbs on top.

The brunette goes to connect their lips again but deft fingers redirect her chin to the side, so her neck is bared like a tribute to the goddess above her.

Bow-shaped lips attach to Abigail's pulse and suck, then teeth join in the mix, having no intention to spare the skin beneath them of marks.

Pain and pleasure, that is how Miranda is, along with her many other contradictions.

Bites underline her kisses. Every caress heralds a sharp drag of nails. At some point, when shirts have been torn and thrown carelessly to the corners of the room, Abigail is not completely sure if what they're doing is called fighting for dominance or having sex.

Either way, there is a clear winner when Miranda grabs her by the throat and pins her hard against the mattress.

“You look so hot like this, Abigail.” she husks, low and breathy, into her ear. “Shh, don't fight back this time. Color?”

Abigail struggles against her pride, yet in the end pleasure wins. “Green.”

Miranda gives her a smirk that's pure sex. “Good girl.”

A deceptively gentle kiss is her reward; a gift and a method of control all in one. There is, however, a certain sense of freedom in letting the priestess take over in the bedroom, Abigail will admit, that a part of her appreciates.

When Miranda lifts herself a tad and pushes the brunette’s right hand further down between their bodies –oh, Lord, she's so, so smooth and slick there— it is an order to please her the younger woman gladly follows.

“How do you like it?” she asks, looking up into smoky, swirling pools of azure and abyssal black.

“Surprise me.” Miranda replies.

Abigail takes it as a challenge to build the mighty ruler up just to tear her down. She wants to see her quake and moan and come like a normal human, not the god the village believes her to be.

The only indications that she's doing a good job, however, are the slightly harder breaths past those perfect lips, the fisting of the sheets near Abigail's head, the tightening of the hand already leaving an imprint on her throat. If she wasn’t confident in her actions, she’d be very worried about an unsatisfactory performance.

That is proven not to be the case when Miranda tenses around her fingers;

She doesn't make a sound when she reaches her peak, but her expression alone, brows drawn, succulent mouth falling open, is enough to bring Abigail to the edge of hers.

The blonde takes a few quiet momets to recover. Then she moves closer again to whisper dirty little secrets in her ear. Her elegant fingers drag over Abigail's core, so very wet and burning for them, playing her like a musical instrument until the strings snap.

It takes a while for Abigail's irregular heartbeat to slow down after that blinding climax. Miranda stays for a few moments, then gets into the shower. The sound of running water nearly lulls the brunette to sleep.

The prophetess comes out clad in a black bathrobe that does things to Abigail with the way it sits on her amazing thighs. Still, she stubbornly averts her gaze and claims the luxurious bathroom for herself, hydro-massage and everything.

All the red lines and marks on her body heal by the time she returns to the bedroom.

From her seat against the headboard, Miranda doesn't even attempt to be subtle when she watches her like a predator observes prey, while she dresses.

Abigail has to keep herself from shivering now that her skin rapidly cools. Worse yet, her shirt is deemed of no use due to all the tears the prophetess' nails have caused. An accusation is at the very tip of her tongue, but...

“Come.” Miranda huffs and moves to the right side of the bed, the one closer to the glass wall. “You may stay here if you wish, but be warned; do not interrupt my rest.”

Abigail doesn't really want to sleep in the same bed as her. She doesn't think she'll live it down if things get awkward. She doesn't think she'll live period if she accidentally pushes Miranda in her sleep and wakes her. No, she greatly prefers her own bed, modest as it is.

The problem is... she's terribly cold and equally tired. Her body cannot bear the thought of returning to her house when she's presented with this dreamy mattress right here. The snowstorm outside only seals the deal.

In the end, Abigail sits down on the opposite side of the priestess so hesitantly it's as though she’s expecting the surface will grow spikes and run her through. When nothing bad happens, she carefully slips under the covers.

And—

They're criminally soft. Silk and warmth envelop her frame, weigh down her limbs in a wonderful cocoon smelling of Miranda’s perfume and fabric softener.

She has half a mind to hug the very edge of the bed, another safety measure to guarantee zero contact with Miranda.

From her position, she sneaks a glance at the other woman over her shoulder, who is checking something on her phone, not looking nearly as sleepy as the brunette feels.

“Your bed is far nicer than you are.”

“You weren't complaining about how not nice I was being, earlier.” Miranda smirks down at her.

Abigail grimaces. Rolls back to her side.

That is their goodnight.

#mother miranda x abigail #mother miranda x oc #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #fanfiction #creative writing #lady dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento #and that one fishdude #in which Abigail finds out Miranda can take it as well as she dishes it out #and that she really is a goddess because no human can be that hot

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kim-poce · 3 years ago

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Bloodbag!Neo AU 10

Sorry not sorry :)

Evie and Alex's Mother's name is Isabelle

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CW: bloodbag whumpee, vampire whumpee, blood drinking, vampire whumper, forced self harm, broken bones, domestic abuse, female whumpee, defiant whumpee.

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Of course things wouldn't end up fine, it was nothing more than the naiveness of Alex to think they would. There was never a 'talk his way out,' he was never given such a chance.

The night started oddly, yes, their parents had brought fresh blood with them –since Evelyn always refuse to hunt for their sake– but they weren't forcing Alex to have any under the excuse of "politeness" or "because you are a vampire."

"You should have told me in advance you were coming," Evelyn complained with an annoyed –tired– voice. It was in her place that they all were, sitting at the table as if eating something.

"Why? You wouldn't prepare anything anyway, not with how ungrateful you are," Isabelle said with a judging tone, as Evelyn had committed a crime.

"I don't remember a single thing I should be grateful about," Evelyn said back and Alex almost flinched, their mother wouldn't let him be if he was the one talking like that, but Evelyn, well, she can, she is strong enough to hold on.

"Enough," Jacob ordered, making Evelyn roll her eyes before glaring at him, still, she obeyed.

"Now Alex," Isabelle called, and Alex hid his shivering hands under the table, "You have yet to eat something, right?"

"Yes," He agreed, bracing himself for the blood he will be forced to drink, for the pain it'll cause.

"Great, because I can feel the smell of fresh food from here," she said with a smile, making Alex's eyes go wide, his lungs –uselessly–moving again, and yet no words left his mouth.

No, please. Not him, he did nothing wrong –neither did the humans I killed up until now– he is already scared, he doesn't deserve it. Not him.

"Mother, just leave that human be," Evelyn said, carefully picking a not defiant tone this time, using an almost submissive one instead, almost.

"Why would I?" She asked, snapping her fingers. Alex felt a vampire presence moving towards his place. "Stay sit," Isabelle ordered when Alex tried to get up.

"Mother!" Evelyn protested. "Why-"

"I said enough, Evelyn," Jacob ordered, making her grit her teeth, but not even her can disobey both of them at the same time.

It didn't take long for a vampire to bring the human, scared, with tears rolling down from his eyes and now with a bruise with the form of a hand on his arm.

"Drink it, Alex," Isabelle ordered with a smirk, gesturing to the man he want to protect, to the man he want alive and well. The man he said he wouldn't hurt.

Alex glanced at Evelyn, begging her for help, but she couldn't, could she? Not with Jacob there, there are things she just can't do.

"Mother, please I-"

"Now. Or I'll do it," she threatened, and this would be so much worse, he wouldn't survive feed Isabelle, Alex knew that, so he got up, putting himself between the boy and the vampire who dragged him there.

'I'm sorry,' he mouthed, hoping the boy could understand, hoping he would forgive him for that, and Alex would apologize, he would apologize so much as if it would solve anything, as if he wouldn't hurt him just then, "Can I have... your arm, please?"

Alex didn't wait for the boy to allow it, he wouldn't allow it, he didn't allow Evelyn to take it the other day, 'I'm sorry,' he mouthed once again before licking the shivering –sobbing– man's wrist, who was too scared to move away, Alex swallowed hard before piercing him with his fangs.

He drank it slowly, the blood tasted bitter on his tongue, his whole body was rejecting that, screaming that the blood didn't belong inside of him.

Then the pain came, making Alex curl on himself and let go of the boy's arm, he was dizzy, his stomach hurt, and his body didn't want anything more than throwing up, which would make things so much worse.

"I don't know why are a weakling like you would even get a pet in the first place," Jacob sneered in disgust, "but if you do own one at least use it properly."

Alex tried to hide the human behind his back when Jacob got up and started walking towards them, "Father... please, please just don't, you don't need to."

"Don't I? It does look like I need to teach you the right way to treat a human," he said with a smirk.

Alex looked up, eyes full of despair, can't he do one thing? Can't he protect one person? Will this boy die because Alex tried –and failed– to help him?

Jacob was at arms reach when he stopped. When he was forced to stop.

"Enough," Evelyn said, holding Jacob's arm, "The party is over, the two of you should leave."

"Evelyn," Jacob called almost dearly as if he hadn't grabbed her arm so strong it was starting to bruise, starting to break, "Do I need to teach you your place too?"

"Father," Evelyn's voice as poisonous as his, tightening her grip as much as him, getting her mouth closer to his ear, "Do I have to remember you that you didn't keep your position because of your strength but because I don't seek to take your place? Better, I don't seek it yet. You have two options, do what you want now and lost everything in the future, or stick to our fucking deal."

Jacob frowned, and Alex could hear Evelyn's arm snapping, making her grit her teeth in pain and anger, with the fear well hidden beneath, "You'll regret it."

"No I won't," Evelyn said coldly, "But you'll if you don't leave my house right now, I already tolerated you two as much as our deal demand me to, now go."

Alex was still shielding the –now silently crying– boy when Jacob let go of Evelyn's arm, tsking his tongue and muttering curses and threats. Then he left, and so did Isabelle.

Evelyn rested her head on her –not broken– arm, covering her nose right after, "Alex, leave too and order someone to get rid of the blood they brought."

"Where-"

"Sleep," Evelyn answered before he could finish his question, and left before he could stop her.

He quickly turned to the scared human, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he pleaded, still curling on himself due to the pain, "I'm-"

"Please," the boy's low voice cut, "Ple-please, leave? Go back? P-please," he begged between sobs, holding the hem of Alex's shirt. And Alex hated how relived he was for that small gesture, how relieved for the boy still as much as talk to him.

"Yes, let's go back, I'm sorry for... everything," he said, holding the boy closer before forcing his hurting body to move.

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@wolfeyedwitch @whumpcreations @melancholy-in-the-morning

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ajeepgirl · 3 years ago

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Dr. Love Drug

Summary: Kara solar flares but then gets very very sick. In her very sick state, she takes a bunch of cough medicine and maybe gets a teeny tiny bit high from it, and then goes to the pharmacy for medicine. Once there, Kara meets the most beautiful woman she has ever seen. And well, in her current state, chaos ensues.

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Kara was doing it herself. Alone. Solo. If only to prove to Alex, Maggie, Winn, Lucy, and James that she could. Sure, maybe she had never done it before, because she never needed to do it before. But here she was, doing it. She could do it.

That’s what she kept telling herself, anyway, as she walked down the street, to the pharmacy near her apartment.

Her pounding head and double vision be damned.

She really hates it when she solar flares… Even more so when she winds up sick because of it. This time though, she isn’t just sick, no, she somehow got a massive sinus affection, pink eye, and the flu, all at the same time. All her friends were steering clear of her. Even Alex didn’t want to go near her.

Kara stumbles as she walks into the pharmacy, catching herself on a shelf, she blinks a few times to try to clear her vision and her head. It doesn’t help. Neither did the bottle of cough syrup she chugged that morning, apparently, as she coughs a few times. Nothing seems to help. She has no idea how humans stand being sick. Or how they haven’t figured out how to eradicate bacteria and viruses that lead to this level of suffering. She attempts to breathe through her nose, before remembering how stuffed it is, and resorts back to her awkward mouth breathing as she makes her way to the back of the store to the pharmacy (“You need real medicine!” Alex insisted, as she filled out some pad with scribbles on it).

It’s what led to Kara coming here. Alex was filling it out, saying she would run to the pharmacy for her, when she got a call from the DEO, from J’onn. It was an emergency. Kara insisted she could get the medicine herself. She knew without Supergirl, that the DEO needed her sister. Alex hesitated, she didn’t want Kara wandering around the city alone, in her current state. But when Kara pointed out that Alex had no idea how long her emergency would take, she caved and handed over the white slip of paper, setting it on the counter, giving Kara plenty of space, not wanting to catch whatever plague she had.

Alex thought she was funny. Kara did not.

As Kara approached the pharmacy, she waited for the person in front of her to finish, and she noticed how her head felt like it was flying… or more accurately, floating, several feet above her body. Was this another symptom? Maybe she did overdo it with the cough syrup after Alex left. She had no idea how much to take. The numbers on the bottle were too small to read in her current condition. Oh well. Too late now.

“Next?” Kara hears the female voice through her muffled ears.

Kara smiles widely as she hands over the folded pieces of paper. The pharmacist, a woman with long dark hair and piercing green eyes, takes the paper and opens it, and then looks back at Kara, her eyebrow raised curiously.

“Miss, this isn’t your prescription. It’s just a sticky note with your name and number.”

Now, if Kara had been in her right state of mind, she would have realized her error. She would have realized that she had grabbed the wrote piece of paper off her counter at the apartment. She had written this down before, when she was prepping for a meeting with a contact for a new article. She wanted to have it ready to go, to hand off to the person. But then a fight happened, and the solar flare happened, and she got sick… and well, the paper ended up back on her counter.

Apparently, right next to where Alex sat the prescription.

Kara, however, was not in her right state of mind. Oh no, in fact, the moment she looked at the woman behind the counter, all she could focus on was how strikingly beautiful she was. Her jawline could cut glass. Her hair was long but pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her eyes, though, are what Kara couldn’t stop going back to.

As the woman spoke to Kara, she simply stared back for a moment, the fog in her mind seeming to block out her ability to function.

“Miss?” The woman said again.

This time, Kara looks at the pharmacist, the wide grin back on her face, her nose red, as her brain decides to work a little bit more as she says, “I guess I just need your love drug.”

The pharmacist simply stares back, silent.

But Kara, she didn’t stop there, oh no. She then leans in, and whispers. “Can I tell you something?”

The woman is now smirking, intrigued by the clearly very sick and apparently high, person before her. The woman bends forward ever so slightly. “I’m listening.”

Kara looks around, dramatically, to the very empty area around her. “I’m Supergirl.”

And then… Kara gives her a wink… and does finger guns.

It’s surreal, as the woman stands there, staring at her, taking her in fully for the first time, really sizing her up. As she does, Kara reaches up to take her glasses off. And that’s when she realizes… she was never wearing them.

Her eyes go wide as she looks back at the woman before her, as a second of sanity creeps its way into the fog of Kara’s mind as she also realizes that in her sick state, she has also left her hair hang down. “Oh Rao. I just did that.”

And the woman laughs.

“It is not funny,” Kara says as she leans back down again, this time at her name tag, “Dr. Kieran.”

The woman looks backward to the clock on the wall. “It’s time for my break, let’s take a walk, shall we?”

Kara’s eyes widen and then narrow. “Why?”

This time, the woman, Dr. Kieran, leans in. Kara naturally also tilts in to listen. “Because we shouldn’t talk about secret identities in public.”

Kara nods seriously as Dr. Kieran disappears for a moment in the back of the pharmacy and then reappear as she exits the pharmacy from a door a few feet from Kara. She waves Kara over to her as she walks towards the exit.

“Do you live near here?” she asks Kara as they make their way outside.

Kara nods and heads in that direction, with Dr. Kieran a half step behind her. Halfway there though, Kara starts to get woozy, the energy needed to be up and moving around this much apparently taking more out of her than she realizes. She turns to her new friend, eyes a little panicked looking. “Um… I think… I might…”

“Oh, fuck me. Don’t you dare-” Dr. Kieran says it as she turns to Kara, arms out, ready to catch her.

And that’s all Kara hears before she feels herself start to fall and the world goes black.

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Kara feels warm, like she is wrapped by the sun when she starts to awaken. It takes her a moment to realize she is wrapped in several blankets. As she opens her eyes, she realizes she is most definitely not in her own apartment. She starts to sit up, a quick gasp coming out of her mouth.

“Woah, easy there,” comes the melodious voice from earlier that day. A hand lands on her shoulder. Kara turns slightly to see the familiar green eyes. “Easy, Kara, you might pass out again.”

Kara hesitates, feeling the woman’s hand on her shoulder and recalling the events from earlier. “How long was I out?” she asks.

Dr. Kieran glances at the clock on the wall. “About two hours.”

Kara looks around for her phone but doesn’t see it anywhere. “Do you know where my phone is?”

Dr. Kieran’s head tilts in confusion. “You didn’t have a phone on you, Kara. Just some cash and that sticky note you… mistook for a prescription.”

Kara feels her cheeks go red. “Right…”

Dr. Kieran sits down next to her on the coffee table. “Hey, I need to check your temperature, ok? See if your fever has broken.”

Kara nods, giving permission to Dr. Kieran, who then feels her forehead. “Oh good, I think it has finally broken. Now, do you want to tell me exactly how much cough syrup you took? I was afraid to give you any medicine because I wasn’t sure exactly how high you were.”

Kara feels her cheeks turn a brighter shade of red. “I… um… well… I wasn’t sure how much was enough… and I just… wouldn’t stop coughing…”

Dr. Kieran hums. “Don’t get sick often do we, Supergirl?”

Kara’s eyes widen. “What? Um… I’m not… who told you that?”

“You did.” She says, matter-of-factly.

The reminder sends the memory flashing through Kara’s mind. “Oh Rao. I… I said that… in public. Alex is going to kill me.”

“Who is Alex?” Dr. Kieran asks, interrupting Kara’s thoughts of panic.

“Oh, my… my sister. She is very protective of me.”

Dr. Kieran nods understandingly. “Well, my security specialist Querl has already made the security tape from the pharmacy disappear.”

“I’m… wait, you did what now?” Kara says confused.

The woman smiles at Kara mischievously. “I said, your sister doesn’t need to worry, I was the only one there when you said it, and any proof of you saying it, has been taken care of.”

“Wow… um… thank you,” Kara stammers out as she feels her face heating up again.

Dr. Kieran half smiles. “Now that we have all that settled. How about I get you some soup from my kitchen, and we get you all better, ok?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Kara says. “I… I can go home… I can manage…”

“Kara, please don’t take this the wrong way, but you clearly have no idea what to do when you are sick. And it appears, based on the fact that you showed up at the pharmacy, that you could use someone’s assistance in this matter. So please, let me help you.”

“Why? I mean… why would you help me? Why not out me? You literally have my full name and number.”

The pharmacist gives Kara a sad smile. “I know you don’t know me, personally, Kara. But you spend your time, when you are being Supergirl, protecting people. I assume that means you think there are people worth protecting, yes?”

Kara nods slowly.

“Well, even superheroes need protecting, sometimes too. Whether that is from some big bad evil person, or from a teeny tiny flu virus. So please, let me help you this one time.” She gives Kara a small smile as she gets up and walks off toward the kitchen, though not before giving her a small squeeze on the shoulder.

Kara lays back down, her mind swirling. This woman, Dr. Kieran, might just be the most brilliant, kindhearted, beautiful soul she has ever met.

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Kara falls asleep shortly after she finishes the soup. When she awakes again, she finds Dr. Kieran in the chair next to her, reading a book.

“Ah, how is our patient?” she asks, seeing Kara stirring as she sits up.

Kara takes stock of her symptoms, noticing that she can breathe a little easier now. “I think I am on the mend, doc,” she says with a smile.

“Lena,” she says in return. “You can call me Lena.”

Kara smiles. “Thank you for your hospitality. I should probably get going though. My sister is probably freaking out.”

“Oh… about that,” Lena says as she pulls out a familiar phone. “With your name and number, I was able to find your address. I sent Querl over to retrieve your phone. Good thing I did too, you left your door unlocked.”

Kara blushes as she takes the phone from Lena. “Thank you…”

She sees five missed calls from her sister. “Oh no… Um… excuse me?”

Lena nods with a small smile. “Of course, I will make myself scarce so you can talk to your sister.”

The conversation doesn’t go completely awful. Though Kara might have skipped over the part where she told the pharmacist that she was Supergirl and only told her sister the part about how she passed out and the pharmacist she met is taking care of her for now.

“My sister would like for me to text her your address. Otherwise, she might be forced to use her government job to find you,” Kara says, using air quotes for the second part of her statement, as Lena reenters the room a few minutes later.

Lena laughs. “Good luck with that.”

Kara’s head tilts in confusion.

Lena only shrugs. “Long story. Look, I can drive you back to your place, whenever you want. No need for big sis to storm the castle.”

“Thank you,” Kara says with a gracious smile.

“I didn’t know Supergirl had a sister,” Lena says as she sits back down in her chair.

“Oh… she is human. My… adopted sister, from my Earth family. Very wonderful people. But very protective.”

“Ah, I see, adoption is… always complicated,” Lena says solemnly.

“You were adopted too?” Kara asks.

Lena nods. “When I was four. But we should really be focusing on you, Kara and getting you better.”

“You are doing a great job so far,” Kara says with a toothy smile.

“Oh, is my love drug working?” Lena says back with a smirk.

Kara’s face turns bright red. “Um…”

Lena chuckles. “How about I get you some fluids, maybe some water and Gatorade?”

She stands up and walks off, leaving Kara to stammer to herself for a moment. By the time Lena comes back with the drinks for her, Kara has seemingly recovered enough to speak again.

Lena hands her the water first. “Thank you. And can I just say, for the record, you are an amazingly gorgeous, attractive person.”

Lena smiles, a slight blush creeping up her neck.

“And I would love to have met you under circumstances where I wasn’t…”

“High on cough syrup?”

“Sick, I was going to say, sick,” Kara counters. “Anyway… I wanted to also thank you for taking care of me… and apologize for ruining your day.”

Lena sits down on the coffee table in front of Kara as she speaks, an odd, unreadable expression on her face. “You… don’t need to apologize for anything, Kara. I am just glad that it seems like after a few more hours of sleep, that you are nearly recovered. I assume that perhaps your powers are starting to return?”

Kara gives a small nod. “I think my cells are slowly reactivating, yes. I can tell that my sickness is nearly gone.”

“That’s wonderful. You will be out there saving people again in no time.”

“Wait, how did you know my powers were returning?” Kara asks, her mind finally starting to work a bit clearer again.

Lena has a thin small smile. “I suppose I couldn’t convince you that I just looked it up on the internet, could I?”

Kara’s head tilts sideways as she gives a soft, pouting look.

Lena lets out a low sigh. “I have a sibling too.”

“Oh?” Kara asks, unsure of how this connects at all to what they were just talking about. She is even more confused than before.

“You have probably heard of him since your cousin has worked closely with him,” Lena says as she stares down at the floor.

“Wh… what are you saying, Lena?” Kara asks as she sits up fully now.

Lena looks up, green eyes meeting blue as she searches in Kara, hoping that Kara won’t judge her for what she is about to say.

“My brother is Lex… Lex Luthor.”

The room falls silent.

Kara stares at Lena.

Seconds tick by.

Lena, unable to take it any longer, stands and says, “I understand… I can drive you home… or pay a service to take you home… whichever you prefer.”

Kara’s hand reaches out, and grabs Lena’s, holding her in place. “No, wait, I’m sorry. I’m just… still processing.”

Lena looks down, seeing Kara’s hand still wrapped around her own. She looks back at Kara, who uses her free hand to pat the couch, inviting Lena to sit next to her. “Please, sit down? I would like to hear your story… if you want to share it.”

Lena lets out a shaky breath as she smiles and says, “Ok.”

She sits next to Kara and tells her all about her life, though she focuses mostly on the past couple of years. She tells her how she went into hiding after Lex’s attack. She knows it is only a matter of time before he finds a way out of prison. So, she went into hiding under the name Kieran. She moved across the country to National City and got a job as a pharmacist. She has a private security team that she trusts with her life, and she has a small science lab in her home where she continues to tinker and build inventions. And she hopes to eventually launch a new science and technology company under a new name. But for now, she is steering clear of the limelight and of Lex’s prying eyes.

Kara is quiet as she listens intently to Lena’s story. She remembers her own thoughts from earlier that day and is glad she was right - brilliant, kindhearted, beautiful.

“Lena, wow, I’m glad you are safe.”

“You… you believe me?” Lena asks, surprised.

Kara nudges her with her shoulder. “Of course, I believe you. You literally took care of me all day today. You rescued me. I mean, I was wondering around the city, completely discombobulated, out of my mind, and then I passed out. You are my knight in a white lab coat!”

This draws a laugh out of them both.

“I’m glad I could help, Kara, seriously. I know I don’t have to… but a part of me feels like I should be trying to make up for all the evil things my brother has done.”

Kara nods, knowingly. “I understand. In a lot of ways, I feel like I am trying to make up for the sins of my people… I… I have to save this world because my parents couldn’t save my world.”

“Wow… yeah, Kara… that’s… that’s a heavy burden to carry. Can I ask, why you and not your cousin?”

Kara lets out a long sigh before she explains. “He was an infant… he has no memory of our planet. But me, I was a teenager. And it was my parents who played a huge role in the destruction of the planet by ignoring my Aunt Astra’s warnings. So… in a way… I have to make sure that I do not repeat the sins of my family’s past… my people’s past. My cousin, Superman, Kal El, he has no memories of these things… so they do not weight on him… or haunt him… like they do me.”

“Kara…” Lena says, trailing off. “I… I don’t know what to say… I cannot image being the last of your people… to have lost so much… and yet still feel such a strong desire to help and to protect… I think I would drown in my sorrow if I was in your position.”

Kara’s eyes glimmer with the hint of tears as she shrugs slightly. “Sometimes I do.”

Lena wraps an arm around Kara. “And that’s ok. I lose it all the time because of what happened with my brother.”

This makes Kara chuckle a little as she lets herself sink into Lena. “Just wait until you see Alex blow up at me for being gone for so long. She is going to lose her mind.”

That makes them both laugh even more.

They stay like that for some time, chatting about siblings and family and life before and after being adopted. They can both sense a shared connection, something beyond the fact that Kara is a Super and that Lena is a Luthor. There is something underneath the hero/villain storyline personified by their family ties. There is a story of heartbreak and tragedy and loss that both share. There is the openness and hope that Kara still carries strongly with her, which Lena cannot help but admire. There is the unwavering kindness and brilliance that Lena has despite the way she has been treated by those who claimed to love her throughout her life, which Kara cannot help but be in awe of.

When there is a pounding on Lena’s door later that evening, the two finally pull apart.

“That would be Alex,” Kara says, standing up.

Lena chuckles. “I know. I had Querl wait by your apartment to give her my address.”

Kara laughs, knowing Alex will be so angry she couldn’t figure it out herself. Lena makes her way to the door as Kara follows closely behind.

“Hello, Agent Danvers,” Lena says as she opens the door.

Kara pokes her head from behind Lena. “Hey sis! Give me one minute, ok! I’ll be out in one minute, I promise!”

Alex’s eyes go furious with murder as she grits her teeth. “Fine. One minute.” She eyes Lena closely as Lena smiles widely and closes the door again.

She turns to face Kara, a curious look on her face.

“Well, doc, I don’t have your number. You know, in case I need it for… a follow up.”

Lena’s lips purse together as she tries to hide the smile that wants to launch across her face. She holds her hand out for Kara’s phone, which Kara excitedly hands over. When Lena hands it back, Kara can’t help but giggle when she sees what Lena puts in for her name.

Dr. Love Drug

Kara immediately opens her camera, looks her arm around Lena, and pulls her in for a selfie. Lena’s only half smiling in the picture, caught between a look of confusion and attempting to smile for the picture. Kara sends the picture to Lena as soon as she takes it.

“You know, in case you wanted a token to remember the day,” Kara says with a grin as Lena hears her phone go off from the other room.

Lena shakes her head side to side. “What have I gotten myself into?” she says out loud.

“Oh, just you wait, all the cute dog videos are coming your way,” Kara responds as she opens the door.

Lena smiles fondly. “Goodbye, Kara.”

Kara looks back at Lena one final time, smiling brightly. “Thanks again, Lena.”

#supergirl #supercorp #kara and lena

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bonjour-rainycity · 4 years ago

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Double Heart | Chapter Eleven ~ Cosima

|previous part|

Pairing: Haldir x OFC

Rating: PG-13

Word count: 4471

Warnings: None

**Read on Ao3 under the user “bonjour_rainycity” if you prefer!**

A/n Hello hello, happy Easter! Tomorrow (Monday) is a little bit hectic for me so I’m getting this one out tonight (Sunday) instead. Thanks for reading :)

After a quick breakfast with Haldir and Glorfindel, they set off and I spend the day exploring Imladris. I do not stray far from the main household, yet all that I discover does not cease to amaze me. Elrond’s home is beautiful. If it weren’t for all the horrible, sudden drop-offs, I would consider it a perfectly wonderful place to live.

I spend the first part of my day in the garden. Behind the stone of the estate is a sprawling field filled with an impossibly wide variety of flora. I pass time exploring each bush, tree, and sprout, every one somehow more beautiful than the last. A few of the more sweet-smelling blossoms make me sneeze, so after a while, I head back inside to explore Elrond’s extensive library. But when the sun begins to sink below the horizon, I know I shouldn’t put it off any longer — I have ignored him since our arrival. I need to go see Alex. We haven’t talked in private ever, really, but I feel like we need to touch base. Though we may be slightly at odds, we owe it to each other to work through it.

I remember an attendant leading him down the hallway below mine as I ascended the stairs last night, and from there, it’s not hard for me to figure out which room is his. All the other doors are open, indicating that the inhabitants are out for the day. Already in my short stay here, I realize the elves are much more trusting than humans — while private, they must rely on each other to respect that privacy, because they don’t attempt to bar others from entering their spaces by closing their doors when they are not home. One door at the very end of the hall is closed shut. It is undoubtedly Alex’s.

I knock once.

He opens the door and I try to disguise my shock at the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled hair. In all my memories of him, he is so put together, and this is completely at odds with the man I think I know. He ushers me in and shuts the door quickly behind me. The slam echoes through the stone room. He turns to me, wringing his hands together almost nervously. Unease grows in my stomach.

“Are you okay?”

He shakes his head violently and begins to pace the length of the small bedroom. “Of course I’m not okay. We’ve been wrenched from all that we know and dropped in this ridiculous place—” He cuts off his words and stares at the ground, shaking his head. “Look, I’ve decided that there’s no way around it. We are in some sort of other world — there’s no way this is some place back where we’re from. But if we did arrive here somehow, that means there has to be a way back. So we need to find it.”

I sit on the edge of his bed, watching him warily. I, too, have recently accepted the reality of this new world, but I hadn’t expected Alex to come around so easily — especially after our conversations on the way here. But getting home…if it’s a real possibility…”Do you think we could do that?”

His eyes snap to mine, desperation causing them to blow wide. “I think Elrond could. The people here hold him in such high esteem—I believe he’s very powerful. We need to talk to him, plead our case. If anyone could send us back, it’s probably him.” He notices my silence and turns on me with an accusatory stare. “You do want to go home, right?”

I swallow. “I…I think so. I mean, it is really dangerous here….But Elrond had a good point when I talked to him earlier. He said it’s probably just as dangerous in our homeworld.”

He groans almost animalistically. “I cannot keep having this fight with you! We don’t belong here. The dangers of our world are ours and the dangers of this world are theirs. And just because we agree that this is a different world doesn’t mean that anything’s changed. We still have people back home who miss us.”

But after my conversation with Haldir, I’m not so sure that’s the case. Yes, there are probably people who miss us in the usual sense, but the crushing grief that must come from being separated from someone you really, truly care for…I’m not sure I have that. I think I would know if I did.

I try to redirect the subject, not wanting to get into it with Alex. “How do you think it would work? Getting home. Do you think we would get our memories back?”

He stops pacing, excitement entering his eyes now that I’m seemingly more agreeable to his position. “Yeah, I think we would. Now, does that mean we would lose the memories we’ve made here? Maybe. Probably. Again, I think Elrond has the answers.”

I let my eyes fall to my fingers. The thought of forgetting…of basically erasing my time here, the friendships I’ve made…it makes me feel horribly sad. I drop my head into my hands. Oh, I just don’t know what to do!

“Let’s go talk to Elrond,” Alex urges. “See what he has to say.”

“Okay,” I agree, trudging to the door. At the very least, it will provide a distraction from the grief that has hit me so unexpectedly. “He’s probably in his study—follow me.”

I lead Alex along the same route I took this morning. Only, then, Haldir was at my side. I feel a pang of loneliness. Huh. After two weeks in constant company, I guess it is a little strange to be separated from him and the others.

As this morning, Elrond is in his study, surrounded by books and stacks of parchment. Stress tugs at the edges of his eyes but when he raises his head to greet us, it fades into a look of knowing. He was expecting us.

“Ah,” he stands, beckoning for us to enter. “I was wondering when I would be seeing you. Please, come in. I believe we have much to discuss.”

Alex strides forward, a stubborn set to his shoulders. He wastes no time. “How do we get back home?”

Elrond raises a thoughtful eyebrow, leading us to an auxiliary room with plushy chairs and couches. I sit on an unoccupied cushion. “What makes you so sure you can?”

Alex huffs. “If we got here, we can get back. Somehow, there’s a link between the worlds. We just need to find it and use it to get home.”

Elrond nods, appraising my friend. Unexpectedly, he turns his head to me. “And you, Cosima? Do you think there is a way home?”

I open my mouth, but no words come out. I close it, looking at the ground to buy myself some time. What are the possibilities? What are the chances? … And what am I hoping for? “I…I think Alex is probably right. Doors open both ways, right? If it opened to send us here, it can open to send us back. But we don’t know how easy it is to open that door.”

A sparkle enters Elrond’s eye. “Humans often do not get enough credit for their intelligence, nor their tenacity. Yes, I agree that there should be a way for the two of you to return to your homeworld. Power in Arda is changing. Forces of evil grow and the wisdom of the elves must adapt to overcome it. There is a finite amount of power in this world, and with it being pulled in so many different directions, it is possible it has grown thin in its blanket over our universe. The two of you could have fallen between the cracks.”

I look at the wall, not able to withstand Elrond’s piercing gaze or Alex’s frenzied one. If there is a real possibility of going home…isn’t it my duty to try?

Something in Elrond’s words catches my attention. “If the dispersion of that finite amount of power is constantly changing…is it possible that the ‘crack’ that let us in has already closed? Or moved somewhere else? If we tried to go back, isn’t there a chance we would end up in some other world?”

Elrond’s mouth sets into a grave line. “Precisely. There is a great deal of risk involved in your endeavor to return to your world.”

“But you can help us?” Alex speaks in a rough, desperate voice.

Elrond shakes his head, expression regretful. “I have power, yes, but not in the way you seek. If someone were able to help you—and bear in mind, it is a strong ‘if’—it would be Lady Galadriel. I believe you have heard of her through your companions?”

Alex grits his teeth, standing and beginning to pace a furious line. “Are you positive there is nothing you can do? It took two weeks to get here and that wasn’t even the whole journey. We do not have time to wait for them to decide to return to Lothlórien and then make the trip there. That could set us back months.”

“With regret, I am unable to help. My skill lies in healing and languages—academia, really. My power cannot compare to that of the Lady. I am sorry.”

I hate myself a little for it, but I feel relieved. The choice is taken from me. For the time being, all I can do is wait. Lady Galadriel might be able to help us, yes, but it will be at least two months before I have to make the choice to attempt to return home or not.

Alex evidently doesn’t feel the same way, and I don’t like the way he’s glaring at Elrond. I try to smooth things over. “Thank you for speaking with us and trying to help. We’ll let you get back to your work.” I stand, bowing my head in farewell as I’ve seen the elves here do. Alex makes no move to follow me. I prompt him with his name. He keeps his jaw tightly clenched but does incline his head towards Elrond before stalking from the room.

I have to jog to catch up. “Alex—“

“Entertain yourself, Cosima. I want to be alone.”

I take a step back. It’s not his words that stun me, it’s the grief in them. He sounds like he’s being torn apart.

Whereas I feel relief and, if I’m being honest with myself, no small amount of happiness.

I think I’m a bad person.

But I can do one good thing, and that’s grant Alex his wish to handle his feelings in private. I step forward, give him a quick, awkward hug, and let him walk away.

{***}

After lunchtime, there’s a knock on my door. I open it to the grinning faces of Rumil, Orophin, and Lavandil.

Laughing at their enthusiasm, I wave them in, grateful for the seating area in my bedroom — it makes hosting quite convenient.

Rumil whistles lowly, taking a look around. “Look at how they’ve set you up! I’ve got to share with Haldir which is just as terrible as it sounds. He says I snore! I do not snore.” He looks so offended, I don’t have the heart to tell him that he occasionally does.

Lavandil runs her hand over one of the gossamer curtains, eyeing the view. “I love these falls. You don’t seem them as well back where I grew up—that’s partly why I moved to the main city. They’re wonderful, no?”

Even though I’m not a fan of their height, I can definitely agree to their splendor. “Oh, absolutely. After days of the plains and rocks, it’s so nice to have a change of scenery.”

Rumil pours himself a glass of water and reclines on the chaise. “So, where have you been off to today? Baranor and I came looking for you this morning but you weren’t here.”

I blink. I figured Rumil would know, given he shares a room with the brother who collected me. “Haldir took me this morning to see Elrond about my arm. See?” I hold it up to present the thin, raised scar. “All healed. It’s miraculous, really, how it healed within minutes. And then Glorfindel, Haldir, and I had breakfast in the kitchens because I guess we missed the main meal, and then the two of them took off for the borders. I explored for a bit and then—” I falter. Should I tell them about my meeting with Alex and Elrond? Silly, I admonish myself. You didn’t do anything wrong. Still, it feels strange to admit to them that I had been seeking a way home—a way to leave them, essentially. But there’s no good reason to keep it hidden, so I brush aside my hesitation. “I talked to Alex, and then he and I went to visit Elrond.”

“About your home,” Orophin guesses, gravity in his voice.

“Yes,” I admit.

Rumil gapes, evidently caught off-guard, and I shoot him an apologetic look. Yeah, that hurts.

“We wanted to know if getting home is even a possibility. And, well, jury’s still out. But Elrond thinks if someone can help us, it will be Lady Galadriel. So…” I shrug.

A twinkle enters Rumil’s eye and he sits forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “So you’re returning to Lothlórien with us?” All traces of hurt have disappeared from his features.

I can’t help but grin at his excitement. “Yes—if you’ll have us.”

“Of course we will!” He beams, sitting back into the chaise with a new air of relaxation. “I mean, Haldir has the final say of course, but he’ll say yes. He might not like Alex, but he has grown quite fond of you.”

Each ellyn suddenly seems very interested in scrutinizing my face. I feel my cheeks heat under the weight of their stares and try to disguise it by standing and filling a glass of water. “I’ve grown fond of all of you, too.”

Rumil presses further. “Yes, but if you had to pick one—someone you’re the most fond of—who would that be?”

Orophin chuckles and Lavandil bites her lower lip, looking up at me with interest. I take a sip of the water, trying to buy myself time. This feels like a trap. I get around it as best I can. “Roch, of course. I miss him already.”

This sends them into fits of laughter and evidently puts their curiosity to rest — for the time being. I return to my seat, lounging along with them. When the sky begins to darken, Orophin requests dinner to be brought to us and we talk into the late hours of the night enjoying good food and even better company. And, though I am sure to feel guilty about it later, I do not miss Alex or my home at all.

{***}

Despite my full belly and long day, sleep eludes me. Part of that is my fault—I hold myself back from drifting off, not wanting to have another nightmare. When it must be at least midnight, I give up tossing and turning and change back into my day clothes. I didn’t spend near enough time wandering the garden or the library — perhaps I can tire myself with some exploring. As silently as possible, I push open the creaking door and step into the hallway.

It’s surprisingly bright — I’ve caught the moon when it’s high in the sky, and tonight it is full and robust in its shine. Light dances atop the ever-flowing water, creating a sparkling effect that leaves me breathless. Once again, I find myself glad that I have more time here. Though part of me feels like I should want to return home, another part of me isn’t near ready to leave. There’s so much more to see and learn and…well, I’m not ready to give up my new friends.

I go slowly down the open-air corridor, trying to keep my noise to a minimum. The household is asleep, for the most part. I see the odd attendant bustling around finishing duties, but the night is quiet and peaceful. It’s too beautiful to pass time away inside, so I elect to go back to the gardens and just avoid the blossoms that sent me into a sneezing fit earlier today.

The gardens are at the back of the estate and I do my best to remember the path I took this morning. With so many pavilions and archways and hallways and staircases, it’s easy to get lost. But all hallways—sooner or later—lead outside. So, after minutes of unsuccessfully trying to retrace my path, I choose a hallway at random, deciding to follow it to its end.

Further down, warm light flickers and ebbs—candlelight. As I get closer, I catch a voice I know well. He speaks in hurried, hushed tones in the Elvish language—arguing, maybe? Or just having a rushed discussion? A vaguely familiar voice responds in the same manor. Abruptly, the sounds cut off.

I take a few steps forward, the two figures becoming visible in the limited light.

“Haldir?” Squinting, I realize why I sort-of recognized the other voice—it belongs to Glorfindel. The two turn to me, each dipping their head in welcome.

Glorfindel looks perplexed. “Hello, Cosima. Do humans not require much sleep?”

I laugh guiltily. “No, they do — probably more than elves if we’re basing it on my traveling companions. I just couldn’t sleep so I was trying to find the gardens.”

Haldir steps out of the doorway and turns to Glorfindel. “Ah, I should be letting you get to bed, mellon.” He gives a nod of farewell to his elven friend. “We will continue our discussion tomorrow?”

“Yes, yes.” Glorfindel waves off Haldir’s stern look and moves to shut his door. “Goodnight.”

Haldir and I are alone in the hallway.

He clears his throat. “Would you like company?”

I smile, gesturing in the direction of what I hope is the outdoors. “Sure. You’re not tired after being gone all day?”

He shrugs, clasping his hands behind his back as he walks. “Tired, yes. Though my mind is not yet ready for sleep.”

“Was it a long day, then?”

Haldir sighs, and the sound is so weighed down with exhaustion and sadness that I nearly stop and insist we both go to bed. Sleep might make him feel better. But he is an adult and so am I, and neither of us really wants to sleep. So I say nothing and wait for him to explain.

“Much of Elrond’s border patrol is young. I worry they are unprepared for the increase in attacks. The conversation you heard—Glorfindel and I were disagreeing. I think it is worth advising Elrond to send his more experienced fighters to the borders and allow the newer ones to use this time to train. Glorfindel thinks calling the entire army is an overreaction and that I am overstepping my bounds. And he is right. I am captain of the Lady’s guard, not Lord Elrond’s. Still, I cannot help but believe it is worth interfering in this way — I think it could save lives, help Imladris be more prepared.” He looks at the ground, shaking his head. “I am sorry. I don’t need to be bothering you with this.”

“No, it’s alright.” I chuckle ruefully. “You’ve seen me cry so many times, you’ve earned the right to talk about whatever you want.”

He smiles and gives me a side-eye. “I’ll admit, while your tears used to perplex me, I think I am more accustomed to them by now.”

I roll my eyes and make a conscious effort not to be offended. “Great.”

He gives me an apologetic look, but mirth dances in his eyes. I turn the conversation back on him. “So what are you going to do?”

He sighs slowly, turning the corner into an adjacent hallway. “I will continue discussing it with Glorfindel tomorrow — it would be ideal to have him on my side. But if not, I plan to go to Elrond. I’d rather cause offense than withhold strategies that could save lives.”

I nod, agreeing. “Hopefully Glorfindel will see your side, and if he doesn’t, at least Elrond. I can’t imagine he would disagree — Elrond doesn’t seem like the type of man to choose pride over lives.”

“Ellon,” Haldir corrects gently.

I turn over my shoulder so he can see the begrudging look I give him. “Ellon.”

Haldir smiles almost smugly and we step from stone to lush grass. We’ve come out on the side of the estate — the garden is in the back. Thankfully, Haldir seems to know where to go. We curve our path left.

It’s a bit humid and I can feel my hair already reacting. I bring a hand to the back of my head, attempting to smooth the frizz. “Speaking of Elrond, Alex and I went to see him today — Did Rumil tell you?”

Haldir shakes his head but gives me a look that shows he’s not surprised — he guessed Alex and I would ask Elrond about getting home.

I continue, feeling a tad nervous. Rumil said Haldir wouldn’t object to our returning with him, and I don’t think he would…but what if he does? I don’t think I’d be able to keep myself from taking it personally.

I twist the fingers of my right hand into the fabric of my dress. “Um, Elrond mentioned that if anyone can help us get home, it would be Lady Galadriel. So—if it’s alright with you, of course—I—we—would like to return home with you. To Lothlórien.” I add, perhaps unnecessarily.

Haldir stops walking and turns to me, blinking once. Dread seizes in my chest. Oh no.

But his lips twitch and I realize he’s fighting a smile. “Lothlórien would be happy to host you, and I would be honored to escort you back.”

I beam, feeling nearly giddy with relief. Haldir relaxes and a hesitant smile brightens his face. The movement causes moonlight to reflect in his eyes. It sets them alight. I can’t believe I used to think them cold towards me — they are anything but. Guarded and suspicious at times, yes, but never cold. Not now that he’s gotten to know me, anyway. Instead, they are soft, gentle. And, exactly as Rumil had said, fond.

“Thank you.”

He inclines his head in that formal way of his, and the softness never leaves his eyes. He resumes his steps, leading us around the corner and into the labyrinthine garden.

I sneeze.

And again.

Haldir sputters out a ridiculous laugh, the sound so carefree and wild that I almost don’t mind having to sneeze to hear it.

“You’re allergic,” he accuses, gesturing to the flowers to our right.

I shrug, trying to ignore the tickling in my nose. “Just to some of them. Come on, I found an area earlier that’s not so bad.”

Haldir chuckles and shakes his head but follows me through the gardens. “Why did you want to come here if it just makes you sneeze?”

“Because it’s beautiful,” I answer simply. Because sometimes, that’s enough.

I find the alcove I discovered this morning and sit on the stone bench there, scooting over to make room for Haldir. He sits next to me, stretching out his long legs. Looking up at the sky, I can see stars through the wooden, flower-filled lattice that hangs above us. I sigh, finding the sight of the sky sobering. “Do you know how I finally realized I was in another world?”

Haldir shakes his head, waiting for me to continue.

“The stars,” I murmur. “In almost every memory I have, I’m looking at the stars. I know their patterns, how they move with the seasons, the names of each constellation. I watched them my whole life. But that night in the plains—when you came looking for me by the river—I looked up and realized that I don’t know these stars. They’re not in the right order or in the proper places. And I knew, even if I wasn’t ready to accept it, that these aren’t the stars of my world.”

Haldir tilts his head to the side, watching me in silence. He twitches as if to move and then tenses, looking uncertain. But after a moment he sets his jaw and, in one fluid motion, stands and removes his cloak, laying it on the ground. He offers me a hesitant smile as he sits—the expression so at odds with his usual confidence that I half-gape at him in disbelief. He reclines slowly, leaving room for me to do the same.

I press my lips against a smile even though I can feel that I’m losing the battle. Okay. I rise from the bench and, taking great care not to step on Haldir’s fingers, lay down next to him.

The thick fabric of his cloak mitigates the coolness of the ground and I stretch out, feeling my back resting on the firm surface of the earth. Though we slept near each other outside every night for two weeks, there were more people, then. We were farther apart. Now, we are alone and, due to the width of the cloak, there is only a sliver of space between us. If I moved my arm even slightly to the right, it would touch his.

When he finally speaks, his voice is quiet, gentle, and rumbles deep in his chest. “I have been watching these stars for centuries. They will become familiar to you, too. You only have to spend time with them.”

So I do.

Haldir and I lay on his cloak staring at the stars for hours. We don’t say much, only periodically mentioning something about our days or asking the other if they’re comfortable or cold. The newness of our proximity never fades, and I find myself hyper-aware of the warmth on the side of my body that nearly touches his. There’s a desire in me—something new and strange—to close that space between us, to rest my head on his chest and feel his arms hold me. I fight it, attempting to focus on what’s above me instead. He doesn’t seem to be struggling like I am.

At some point, I must slip into sleep. When Haldir gently nudges my shoulder, there’s a touch of early light in the sky. He smiles softly, offers me a hand up, and walks me to my room in silence. My efforts and sleep deprivation have left me exhausted. I barely remember climbing into bed and immediately fall back into a deep, dreamless sleep.

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Order up! (Coffee Shop AU) Chapter 12

Hahaha. I'm actually dying over this chapter! So much going on, but soooo good as far as the banter.

Previous Chapter

The next day was a big win. She got her doctor's stuff done, ate a big breakfast, and they actually got Leviathan out of his room to help. He assisted with all of her electronics and was extremely meticulous. Of course, Alex actually couldn’t talk to him because he would blush and walk away from her.

Well, she would have to work on him slowly.

That left her with bringing over all the unneeded items to her now cleaned-out bedroom on Friday early afternoon. Then, of course, work. She was pretty tired considering her busy ass days lately. Tons of emotional sifting. Although, it seemed a lot easier with each of the brothers. Even Mammon was taking on a new role; her protector.

After Belphie explained what happened the other night, or at least she thinks he did, Mammon has been a new man. He’s been getting her water, carrying heavy things for her, even complaining about her going to work at night. Totally switched from who he was. Interesting.

Working in a cafe in the afternoon and evenings. Actually, there’s something to be said about that. The clients are different. The creative types who work long boring jobs during the day and need to feed off the energy of caffeine and others. The families that are out and about, ready for the weekend ahead.

There’s also a startling amount of mischief. Alex twice had to tell someone they couldn’t yell on their cellphone in the lobby. Gotta give it to Jess. She was ballsy enough to want to work evenings all the time.

Alex was fixing her displays near the register when she heard someone clear their throat. She turned around and blinked. Simeon was standing there and not in his usual sweater, but a tank top and jeans.

“Oh, Simeon,” Alex puffed with color-dusted cheeks.

“I wasn’t expecting you here this evening, Alex,” he beamed.

“I switched with Jess. Oh, um, did you want me to,” she stopped her stammering and smiled. “Are you drinking tea tonight?”

He nodded and watched as she walked around the counter. “I’m just out with some of the mentors,” he explained and gestured to a table.

Alex glanced over to see two men. One had flowing blond hair and piercing blue eyes, and the other had darker hair in braids with soulful chocolate eyes. Both were quite interested in watching their interaction.

“That’s nice,” Alex beamed with a bounce to her head. “Did you want to get them something as well?”

“Just three of the hibiscus ginger,” Simeon smiled.

She was preparing the cups and glanced back at him. “How are you doing? I feel like this is the first time Luke isn’t with you.”

Simeon laughed and shrugged. “We always see you after he’s done with school. I work in the mornings and evenings. Did you figure out your living situation?”

She set the bags in the cups and nodded. “Yes, Lucifer offered me a room.”

“Interesting. He’s not usually noted for his generosity,” Simeon mused as she set the cups in front of him.

Alex gestured to the pastry case, and Simeon shook his head. “Oh, I don’t know about that, but he has been pretty decent to me. All of them are helping me move my stuff. It’s been pretty,” she paused and exhaled while looking away from him.

“It’s difficult to confess to needing people in our lives, Alex. it gives us more opportunity to have rejection and abandonment. However, it fortifies our hearts,” Simeon beamed.

She bent over the POS screen and scowled. “Simeon, this whole time, I thought I was over it. This whole time and I realized I just never let myself touch it. To truly understand what was lost because then that makes me defective, undesirable, broken.”

“You’re very desirable, and not for being someone serving coffee with a magnificent smile,” Simeon said as his cheeks darkened a touch.

She pressed her lips together before she smiled. “Thank you, Simeon. You truly are divinity in human form.”

“I’d very much like it if you let me take you to dinner. I’ve wanted to ask you for months, but I only see you when small ears are lingering. Would you let me? I very much like you, Alex,” Simeon said with a hint of surprise. He wasn’t expecting to ask her?

“Oh, um, okay,” she smiled and nodded.

Simeon laughed and smiled. “Okay.”

Alex jerked to action and pulled out a sheet, writing out her number. “Now you can text me. I have a challenging time reaching out first. It causes quite a bit of anxiety for me,” she confessed and handed him the small paper.

He held it up before tucking it in his jean pocket. “I will take the first step then,” he paused and handed her his credit card.

Alex beamed and completed the transaction. “Simeon, thank you for having the courage to say something. I know that took so much.”

He chuckled and tilted his head. “Alex, you’re a very courageous woman. You’ve done many things others haven’t in their life and still are sweet and kind. Boldness isn’t about action. It’s feeling. Now, I’m going to go entertain the other mentors, but I will come to say goodbye before I leave.”

She rocked her head and smiled. “Okay, Simeon, have a wonderful time.”

“I will now,” he winked and left with the three cups in his hand.

Jordan, who was working with her, glanced over while wagging his hand. Alex skipped over, and they tucked behind the espresso machine, out of view from the trio.

“What just happened?” he whispered with a wild smile.

“He asked me out,” Alex breathed and covered her mouth.

“So you said yes, right? He’s like chocolate-covered yummy. Toothache sweet. And was that your number you gave him?” Jordan questioned in a low tone.

Alex bounced her head with a snort. “Jordan, I was so not me,” she giggled quietly.

Jordan stood and started to vogue with a beat. “Oh, yeah, that’s right, that’s my girl,” he voiced and yanked her up. “Come on, let’s go,” he snorted.

Alex groaned but started to vogue and laughed as they made faces. “You’re ridiculous,” she laughed.

“Yes, quite.”

Oh. Alex paused and spun around to see Lucifer standing at the counter. “Oh, hello, Lucifer.”

“What type of manic state were you expressing?” He questioned.

Jordan walked up to the glass and smiled. “We were doing our ‘get happy girl’ dance.”

Lucifer arched an eyebrow. “That seizer replication isn’t dancing.”

Alex twitched her nose at the dark roast timer and shook her head. “Lucifer, it’s going to be two minutes on fresh. This is too old to serve you with how sensitive your pallet is.”

He smirked and waved. “I have time.”

“So, doing anything special tonight, Lucifer? Seeing anyone special? Doing anything with someone?” Jordan asked.

Lucifer glared at him with a pointed incredulous expression. “Special? Jordan, what have my brothers been saying to you?”

Jordan raised his eyebrows. “Well, nothing. I was just asking.”

Alex put the brewer up and flicked it on before turning around with a smile. Lucifer eyed her and then wagged his index finger. “You. You know.”

Her cheeks were burning, but she walked toward the counter. “N-no.” Nice. Brilliant. Sound more like a frightened child.

Lucifer’s grin became wicked as he leaned forward. “Tell me.”

Her face was melting as she stared up into brilliant sanguine eyes. “It, well, I only heard in passing, it’s not,” she stopped dead when he touched her cheek.

“Don’t babble, darling. Just tell me,” he smirked.

“Well, I saw a picture of you and Diavolo,” she murmured.

His nose scrunched, and his fingers slithered away from her cheek. “Which of them was it? I was positive I destroyed all digital evidence of that party,” he huffed.

Alex looked down at the counter. Anywhere but his eyes.

“I’m not upset with you. My brothers, however, have been plugging this annoying concept for years since that party. Diavolo and I were drinking, a rarity and Mammon shoved Diavolo into me just as Asmodeus was taking the picture. Diavolo was attempting what Asmodeus called a duck face. I was positive I cleared out everyone’s phone, so Diavolo’s reputation wasn’t at risk, but it seems someone kept it,” Lucifer explained while shaking his head.

Alex blinked and glanced back at him. “You two?”

“Never,” Lucifer spat.

Alex covered her mouth and shook her head.

Jordan snorted. “Wow, your brothers sure love to hassle you, don’t they?”

Lucifer shook his head. “It’s unfathomable how they have so much time for it.”

“Seems Alex was under the impression you were,” Jordan noted.

Alex pivoted and began pouring the coffee. Dammit. She still was going to have to face him. Turning around, he was smiling, and his posture read, alpha man, baby.

“Were you upset at my brothers’ lies?” He asked.

She shook her head and plastered on a smile. “It was just surprising. I wouldn’t have guessed it.”

“Well, now you don’t have to. I’m single, very much available, and diligent at any role I take on,” he smirked and handed her his credit card.

Alex was so glad she was able to keep her smile as her heart was racing like a pack of marathon runners. She swiped it and handed it back. “You do appear to be quite diligent.”

Another form approached the counter, and Alex broke her vision of Lucifer. Simeon leaned and smiled. “We’re going now, Alex. It was lovely to see you this evening.”

“Simeon, I see you brought Michael and Raphael with you,” Lucifer noted as he glanced back at the mentors walking out of the cafe.

Simeon beamed and nodded. “We’re headed to the hills to watch the meteor shower.”

Lucifer rocked his head. “Have a good night.”

“You too. Alex, I will text you tomorrow,” he declared and waved.

Alex smiled and waved. “Okay, Simeon, have a wonderful evening.”

Lucifer scowled and watched Simeon leave. “You’re now texting him?”

Oh… yeah, that’s right. Alex rocked her head. “Yes.”

“They have a date this week,” Jordan pipped with a smile.

“Date?” Lucifer questioned.

Alex felt the size of a flea with how much presence Lucifer had. It wasn’t even that he displayed outward displeasure. No, it was definitely what radiated off of him as he stood straighter and his chest bolstered to pronounced masculinity.

“Yes, he just asked her before you walked inside,” Jordan laughed. By the way, he likely wasn’t going to make it through this shift. Alex was going to murder him. “I guess it makes sense. She thought you were unavailable,” Jordan shrugged. Dead. He was going to die from suffocation on the coffee grounds.

“Well, I’m clearly available. Have a good evening, Jordan. Alex, we’ll talk when you get home,” Lucifer declared and left a tip in the jar before strolling out of the cafe with the same presence he held at the counter.

“I’m going to kill you,” Alex growled and glared at Jordan.

She smacked his arm, and he pouted. “I was only doing what you haven’t done in months, honey.”

“I live with him now, you, numbskull,” she hissed and smacked his arm again.

Jordan laughed and blocked a few more of her blows. “Come on, don’t be so angry. It isn’t like a date is a commitment. I just wanted to see if he’d get jealous.”

“By the slam of his car door, I think he was,” Solomon laughed and peaked over the counter. “You alright, Alex?”

“Look away, Solomon, I don’t want you an accessory to his murder!” She snarled and hit Jordan one more time.

“Don’t murder my darling J Getlow.”

Alex exhaled and turned fully to see Asmodeus and Solomon standing together. Jordan scowled and dropped his smile altogether. Alex knew a good payback when she saw one. She skipped up to the counter with a bright smile. “Well, hello, you two, are you on a date?”

Solomon arched his eyebrow, but Asmo squealed. “Oh, it could be! We were just going to try this new fro-yo place down the street, and Solomon heard you were working.”

She eyed Solomon with a subtle nod. Click. He got it. “Oh, yes, I had to have an eclectic appetite tonight,” he chuckled.

Jordan was leaning on the glass with a deep-set frown. “Wait, Asmo, you said you were going to be busy when I got off tonight. Is that because you’re with Solomon?”

“Yes,” Solomon smirked at him. “Is there a problem?”

Asmo tilted his head but shrugged. “I guess not.”

Jordan pulled from the glass and began cleaning the machines.

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” Alex asked.

Jordan glared over at her. “Bitch,” he said in a whisper.

“Now, what are you both really doing tonight?” Alex smiled.

“The frozen yogurt, which I despise. However, Asmodeus was on a mission to convince me to help tomorrow. He says that you have some very private information in your father’s study and need help sorting it,” Solomon explained.

Alex pouted and put her two hands together in a heart shape. “Asmo, you just made my heart go boom. That’s so sweet that you would take time away on your Friday for me.”

“Please stop,” Solomon puffed and waved his hand. “That’s too adorable, and I can’t bear it.”

Alex laughed and leaned over the POS screen at the pair. “Seriously, I need to do something nice for both of you.”

“Get drunk tomorrow. House party. Your homecoming!” Asmo cheered.

Alex groaned and shook her head. “I doubt Lucifer would agree to any of that.”

“After the very flustered retreat, I might estimate your correctness,” Solomon chuckled.

“What happened?” Asmo questioned.

“Well, hunty,” Jordan walked up and clamped his hand on Alex’s mouth. “Simeon asked Alex out before Lucifer got here. Before that revelation, I made him pry out of her that she thought he was with someone else, which is why she hasn’t been answering his texts with little happy faces like usual. So, he just now realized she was into him, and now she’s going on a date with Simeon.”

Alex shoved him and groaned. “You’re a wicked, wicked queen.”

“It’s truly a shame one of our rules is no dating, said 'girl' in the house,” Asmo laughed and shook his head.

Solomon smiled and waved his hand. “How is it that you always seem to find the predicament of always too much but never enough.”

“I don’t know, Sol,” Alex groaned.

“Drinks tomorrow, at your old home to send off your last day actually living there,” Solomon smirked.

“That doesn’t sound like that came with a please,” Alex snorted.

“It wasn’t a request,” Solomon shook his head.

“Fine, but you’re bringing the booze, and I’m not responsible for your ride home,” Alex said.

Solomon nodded. “I have exquisite wine. You’ll enjoy it.”

“We will?” Asmo asked.

Jordan nodded.

“Fine,” Solomon chuckled. “Yes.”

Alex reached over and ruffled his hair. “You’re just a big softy under all that analysis and formulas.”

Solomon puffed and pushed her handoff. “Yes, alright. Don’t patronize my kindness.”

“What am I getting you both?” Alex beamed. Solomon rubbed the back of his neck as he glanced up at the menu. “Decaf americano, two pumps with half and half,” Alex said.

Solomon laughed and nodded. “Actually, yes, that would be appropriate.��

“Multitude of gestures, Solomon,” Alex smiled.

“It’s actually freaky that you can do that, Alex,” Asmo gasped.

“I can remember everyone’s orders, but I have to label where to put my keys. Don’t even know why,” Alex laughed and turned to grab a cup. “Decaf skinny iced vanilla with a sugar-free caramel pump, Asmo?”

Asmo clapped. “You took my evening order once, Alex! That’s so impressive! Oh, I just want to bathe you in aromatherapy and take you to bed.”

“Let’s not go that far,” Jordan glared at him.

Asmo pouted. “Fine.”

Solomon paid, and Alex smirked at the pensive man. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I was just thinking. There might be an opening in the company for public relations. I could put in a stellar word for you. It’s all research and pharmaceuticals, but you have a delightful personality, and you’re degreed.”

“Solomon, that would be awesome if you would do that for me,” Alex gasped.

He smiled and rocked his head. “Okay, I will. I’ll text you my email, and you send your resume to me.”

Jordan brought over their drinks, and Asmo left a hefty tip before blowing him a kiss. “Come over later?”

Jordan arched an eyebrow. “You’re not going to be busy?”

Asmo snorted and giggled. “No, silly, come on over. I want to have a pamper session,” he winked and sipped his drink.

Alex tried so hard to hide her blush. Wow, these two men. It’s like they were made to outdo each other.

“If you put your phone away during, then yes,” Jordan smirked.

“Fine,” Asmo pouted. “See you when you get off so I can,” Asmo laughed and flitted out the door.

“Strange creature,” Solomon chuckled.

“Says you, Doctor X,” Alex sneered.

Solomon laughed and waved. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Alex.”

Jordan sighed when he left and patted her shoulder. “Guess I’m getting laid tonight. Now we need to work on you.”

Alex yanked herself away and waved a hand. “Stop that. Nope. Not doing it. We’re not having that type of discussion after the man I’m going to live with said he’s going to suck your straw.”

Jordan laughed and skipped over. “Babe, come on.”

“Time to prepare to close, boss,” she sneered at him.

Jordan grinned and winked. “We’ll work on it,” he whispered and got to work.

Alex exhaled and shook her head, but a smile crept on her lips. It was really nice to see Jordan happy. However, the thought of closing came with another issue. What the fuck did Lucifer want to talk about. The thought made her queasy.

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cartoonfangirl1218 · 4 years ago

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Sick Days

Obviously before Mon el admits his feelings.

So how do you feel?" Mon-el asked when he entered Kara's room.

"Sick, so so very sick. I want to die" Kara sniffled.

Mon-el patted her shoulder, and pulled the blanket over her curled up body again.

"I hope Snapper undersdands. Ugh! I forgod to dell her!" Kara cried, she struggled to get up and rush to the phone but Mon el forced her to lie down again.

"It's okay. James already made an excuse as to why you're not going." Mon el assured her

"An excuse! Bud... I'm just sick, Dan excuse wilb ondly make id worsde." Kara whined as she tried to reach for the phone again.

"No it won't. We just told him that you have wild food poisoning and are throwing up as we speak. It sounds a lot better than just a cold."

"Jusb a cold. This a Krypdoniand cold, dose are mega worsde. It's den million colds at once." Kara groaned, swiveling her head dramatically. Then she sat up.

"Whab about you! Your fake job," She cried.

Mon-el brushed a stray hair out of her face, a smile creeping on his face as he looked at her. Even though her skin was ashen, her usually bouncy blonde curls were limp and stringy and her eyes were bloodshot and her nose was as stuffed up as a Build a Bear, she was cute.

She cared about his job, she cared what her boss would think. That was true determination and loyalty. Just generally niceness. That was Kara. She may be an alien, but she could fit as the girl next door any day of the week. She was just so optimistic and cheerful, it was one of the best things he liked about her.

In fact that was why he volunteered to help stay with her today. He didn't really know how to take care of a sick person but he googled it so it seemed easy.

Now Kara was a grown woman, but she was practically useless when she was sick, physically not able to get out of bed useless, and that usually put a damper on getting lunch herself or getting dress or getting tissues when she ran out.

Alex was going to do it, but once Mon-el heard he volunteered. And insisted that Alex go do her job and he would take care of her.

Lately Mon-el had been thinking a lot about Kara. A lot. She would creep up into his mind and random parts of the day even if she wasn't in the room.

He would stare at daffodils and think "Kara would love those. The first sign of spring. What did she call them? Oh right, cups of sunshine in bloom."

To a regular person that would be cheesy but that was just Kara.

He would watch tv shows and suddenly a particular line would pop up and he would be tempted to write it down so he could tell her later.

Yeah, he had to admit it. He got it bad for the Kryptonian.

But he couldn't admit it TO her.

She was just so strong and caring and yes, that might be her point of weakness. She would care too much. And when people fell in love, those feelings only amplify and then she would be protective of him this way and that and then there would be the whole "it's not you, it's my enemies." He was aware of the danger. It still didn't mean he could get over his feelings just like that.

Especially when she sounded like that.

"I'm gonna make you some food. You stay here and start getting better." Mon-el told her. Kara did what she was told and buried her head under the pillow without a second thought.

When Mon-el came back from the kitchen, Kara had fallen off the bed, and was staring dazedly at the wall.

"Mon-el. Fuddy ting. I can'd ged up." Kara said. He could swear the stuffiness was getting worse.

He placed the bowl of piping chicken soap on the dresser and swept her up in an army lift. He gently placed her into bed, rearranged the pillows, and pulled the blanket over her again, and made sure the tissue box was close by.

"Here some soup." He handed the bowl to her and she grinned happily.

"Danks" She took a slurp of it and spewed it across the bed, coughing violently.

"Sorry! I didn'd mean do!" Kara cried, she got off the bed and was about to start wiping the blanket when she dizzily fell again.

"Kara, you rest, I got it." Mon-el said, he lifted her again and walked her to the couch in the living room.

"Sorry," she muttered again.

"No it's not your fault. Your sick. Just relax, watch some tv"

He went back to the room, stripped the sheets and managed to wrangle up some new blankets in the back of her closet.

"Danks for all dis. Really. You could be doing domthing more udful or fun than be with me." Kara blew her nose in a tissue when he handed her the box

"It's my pleasure. You do so much for everyone, and for me. It's not a big deal to care for you" Mon el replied

"Dupergirl does do a lot of duff for everyone," Kara said.

"And Kara Danvers does too." Mon-el said as he sat next to her "She makes me happy, she brightens the workroom everyday and tries to see the best in things. I really like her."

Kara blushed, and hid her face behind her blanket. James froze, did he just admit his crush? More importantly, one of the most dreaded scenarios of this whole conversation was that she was just being Kara. She was nice to everyone including him. He was no different than Winn or Cat to her. Okay maybe he was step up from being Cat in her eyes but still.

"I really like you doo," Kara mumbled shyly. Mon el' heart skipped a beat.

Mon-el put his arm around her to adjust the blanket, and she leaned his head on his shoulder.

Soon she fell asleep but he just sat there contently and grinned like an idiot.

"She likes me. "Mon-el thought "She said she REALLY likes me. She'll probably be sick tomorrow so I should probably bring her daffodils just to cheer up. Oh and I could rent a movie. Has she seen that ER show yet? Oh and some super hot fudge. Yeah, tomorrow's sick is gonna be great!"

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No way had Mon-el thought that in his days of taking care of a sick Kara that he would get sick himself.

But here he was, in bed, freezing, his throat burning me nose so clogged up that everything he said was filled with ds and his hearing felt like he was underwater the whole time.

In Daxam the closest thing to this was the daily headache of a hangover from the late night parties. In all honesty he was pretty sure his parents wouldn't allow him to be sick on account of being ruler and all that.

He wished he could just have those hangovers now. Actually he wished for some water because his threat was not only burning but felt like a little porcupine was scratching it as well.

Then he heard the door bell ring.

"Mon-el can I come in?" A sweet voice that reminded Mon el of a angel in his sick state.

"Yeuhh" Mon-el managed to cough out.

Kara walked in. Pristine and near as usual in her cardigan and glasses. Her hair perfectly curl and seemed so soft. Mon el really liked the smell of her hair. Well, if he could smell. He remembered what it smelled like though. Like fresh apples. Wholesome and good like Kara.

"Jew divil women. Jour are dill tryin' do kill me" Mon-el mock glared when he was seized by another harsh sneeze making his threat burn more.

Kara simply shook her head as she started to take out a soup container from her bag.

"We don't know how colds affects Dazims" Mon-el groaned "Dis could kill me."

"I'm here to make sure that doesn't happen." Kara said as she opened the container, "So I made this for you."

Mon-el gave hr an genuine smile. This was the Kara he admired. Someone so willing to do things for others from saving the world to giving soup to him.

Mon-el eagerly grabbed the container, but another sneeze took him and he spill some of the hot soup on his sweat pants.

Mon-el barely concealed how much he wanted to scream with what he hoped was a manly grunt.

"Oh oh I'll take care of that" Kara quickly grabbed the tissues and dabbed at the spill. "I'll just give it you."

Mon-el cocked his head questioningly until he realized that she meant to spoon feed him.

He didn't understand why he felt so nervous about it. Maybe it was the way Kara looked at him as she put the warm soup in his mouth. Caring, focused only on him wth those piercing, kind grey eyes.

"Tank you" he croaked

Kara put a finger to his lips and Mon-el noticed even though most of his senses were dulled he could feel how smooth her skin was.

"Rest your voice."

"Bud I like talkging with jew. Jour indersing,” He smiled.

Kara turned away but Mon-el could see her bite her lips as the end of her lip curled into a half-smile.

Mon-el smiled to himself. He still had his charm. Plus he had meant what he said. She was interesting. She was bubbly, and entertaining. But she also wasn't afraid to tell him he was wrong. While that was infuriating and annoying, it also intrigued him. Years of being with complimentary bimbos made him forget that some girls were headstrong.

And Kara was plenty headstrong. She had personality. That personality made her seem full of life and vigor. And he wanted to have her next to him and feel that vigor. She was so..so complex. As Supergirl she seemed industrictable, almost unattainable but here right now. She was pure and genuine. He wanted all of it.

"You're interesting too," Kara replied.

With those words, Mon-el felt like he had been given the greatest compliment. She thought he was interesting! No one at home ever thought he was interesting. Pretty, hot, fun usually came up. But interesting never.

Mon-el finished his soup so Kara started arranging his blankets, and started a movie. "Hope you don't mind, but I thought you need to see the greatest movie of all time."

"Stard Ward" Mon-el guessed. Winn kept going on and on about how awesome Star Wars was. And it was. It had so much action and drama and even some of the planets were realistic for a human movie.

"No." Kara chirped, “The Princess Bride. I think you'll really like Ingio."

Mon-el shrugged and settled closer to the blonde. He felt hotter with her body heat next to him. It was tempting to move away but he didn't want to. She may be hot as hell but her prescnce was also comforting and warm and soft.

Mon-el dazedly opened his eyes to see moon light streaming through his windows and that the night sky was alight with the flashing lights of buildings.

"Whad happened?"

Kara leaned over him, her blonde hair brushing against his cheek. "You conked out during the commercials and it's eleven."

"Oh sstorry?" Mon-el murmeered

"It's fine." Kara smiled at him, "We can see it another time. You looked cute asleep." Then she paused and blushed as if she hadn't meant to say that last part.

Mon-el was too happy about that to tease her. "Jou lookd cute lasd week doo."

Kara put her hand to his forehead and smiled at him once more. "You're less hot. So you're probably be better soon. And not going to die." Kara added

"Good." Mon-el said "But I'm glad jou were here with me if I did."

"Me too." Kara whispered softly, "I better go now. But I'll stop by tomorrow."

"Okday" Mon-el waved as Kara left his room.

He settled himself to sleeping position once more, utterly beaming with happiness at spending an afternoon with Kara and being called cute by Kara. Kara, Kara, Kara. That was all he could think of. He never felt this way about a women before. Then again, he never met a women like her before.

The door cracked open and Kara scutler back in adorably. "Sorry just wanted to make sure you had all the blankets on you. Okay, good. Sorry. Go back to sleep, I'll see you tomorrow."

Mon-el managed to wave goodbye as the mild manner reporter went away, "I'll be waiting."

#mon-el #kara danvers #supergirl #karamel #my fanfic #my fanfiction #sick days

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spaceskam · 4 years ago

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bring all the monsters out to play

for @faraway-stables12 ❤️️

technically apart of my buffy au, but it’s not necessary to have read the previous installments to understand this one!

warnings: consent issues, biting, demonic possession, etc but there’s a happy ending!

ao3

It was hard to picture Alex as simply human when he slept.

He looked like a perfectly crafted doll, like porcelain but with warm skin tones and straight hair. He seemed to fit in Michael's bed like he was made for it, allowing the mattress and blankets to envelope him. He looked so small, so fragile, so human. But not human. Too pretty to be human. He was like… a fragile fae.

Michael reached out, tracing over his soft yet sharp features. He started at the small bar of metal through his eyebrow, tracing across it down the bridge of his nose that led to the crooked septum ring. He skipped over the piercing in his tongue. His finger followed the line of his jaw and led up to his ear, carefully grazing the curves of it and over the three different piercings in it until he got to his sideburns. He followed across the hollow of his cheek and pressed his finger into his lips. Alex's nose twitched in response and he gave a small little whine. Absolutely not human.

One day he probably wouldn't be human. Michael was still so torn on whether he wanted to change him. On one hand, he wanted Alex forever. On the other, it could go so wrong and he could lose him before he was ready.

Alex breathed in a sharp breath as he woke up, sitting up in alert like he did nearly every single time he woke up. Michael hadn't really asked why, but he could deduce it had something to do with his shitty father. Michael slid his hand across his bare chest and slowly led him back to the bed. He was catching his breath as he laid back, layering his hand over where Michael's laid on his heart to ground himself. It was beating. Michael liked that.

"Good morning, beautiful," Michael said,

"Shut up," Alex grumbled, rubbing his eyes as he calmed down.

"Not a chance," Michael said, leaning forward to kiss his shoulder, "What'd you dream about?"

"I…" Alex breathed, making a face as he thought about it, "Nothing good."

Michael propped himself up on his elbow, peering down at him with intrigue. Alex yawned and Michael rubbed over his chest.

"Tell me about it."

Alex closed his eyes as he thought about it. Michael gave him all the time in the world.

"What does… Do you know what a, a Teme… Temeclus? Temelu…"

"Temeluchus?" Michael filled in, though every bone in his goddamn body hoped he was going to say no. But Alex's eyes opened with recognition.

"Yes, that, what is that? It was in my dreams," Alex explained.

Michael's jaw set and he was out of bed in an instant.

“Michael?” Alex called softly from the bed, but Michael didn’t go back to bed as he quickly went to find his sister.

There was really only one reason why Alex would be dreaming of Temeluchus and it wasn’t good. Not good at all.

“Isobel,” Michael said, pushing open the door of her bedroom and seeing her with a book in hand. She raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Do you know why Alex is dreaming of Temeluchus?”

She blinked a few times and looked around her bedroom, gesturing to the open space.

“Does it look like I have been summoning demons in my free time?” she asked. Michael narrowed his eyes.

“I thought he was dead.”

“Michael, you should know better than anyone it’s a little harder than that to kill a demon,” she said, not seeming at all phased despite the fact that she should be. This wasn’t just anyone, this was Alex. It wasn’t something to brush off.

“Well, call Max and ask him what the hell is going on,” Michael demanded, slamming the door behind him and heading back to his bedroom. He locked the door behind him and went to the trunk he kept against the wall.

“Michael?” Alex asked again, the sheets rustling. Michael didn’t answer right away as he found a little vile of some special cursed powder one of the witches he’d slept with back in the day gave him. He never thought he’d need to use it, but he quickly pried out the cork and dashed a line in front of the crack beneath the door.

“You’re not going to school today,” he said simply, turning up his nose so he wouldn’t sneeze from that powder that he wouldn’t be able to cross until a human blew it out of the way. Had to have a proper soul to cross it or whatever, that was a part of the curse. Demons didn’t have any of those.

“Excuse me?” Alex asked, sitting up in bed completely, “You really think you can just keep me in bed?”

Michael looked over at him, seeing that, as playful as his words could've been, he wasn’t very playful at all. He looked around the room nonetheless to make sure there was no obvious demon residue before he crawled back into bed. He grabbed Alex’s chin and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips to settle him back in bed.

“Max ‘n the rest of the gang are gonna come over when they can,” Michael told him, cupping his cheek, “But you shouldn’t be dreaming about this demon and I’m not about to make it easier for him to find you.”

Alex’s eyebrows shot up as his hand clasped around Michael’s wrist. “A demon?”

“Yes,” he said, “I’ll explain more when they get here.”

“Explain more now.”

“I don’t want to repeat myself.”

“Then tell Max to repeat you and tell me now.”

Michael huffed a laugh and took a breath in submission. He scooted closer, taking in Alex’s pretty features and trying hard to ignore the images that flooded his mind to show him what would happen if he got possessed. Icy blue eyes, inhuman movements, skin irresistible. Or at least that’s what happened last time he saw someone get possessed by Temeluchus. He didn’t want that in his Alex.

“Temeluchus was an angel once upon a time,” Michael began, dragging his fingers across his soft skin, “He was given the role of being a caretaker and looking over children during birth and infancy, making sure they survived.”

“How did he become a demon after that?” Alex asked. Michael shrugged.

“The lines get blurry. The theory is that children kept dying or being mistreated and he kept getting angrier and angrier, becoming merciless and hateful towards everyone except the children. And then when he was cast down because of his acts, he started becoming vengeful. His attention shifted from human children to Children of Lucifer or Eden. Young demons, fledglings, young witches, things like that.”

“Witches are human.”

“Not quite.”

“Which is why you liked them so much?”

“Hush,” Michael said, smiling as he smoothed out Alex’s accusatory look with his fingers, “He protected them.”

“Well that doesn’t sound so bad,” Alex said, “Protecting people who are lost doesn’t sound bad.”

Michael shook his head, trying to find the right words.

“It’s not quite like that anymore. He… He used to be an angel, so he can read souls so much better than anyone. He can spot something inside of someone that shows potential and he possesses them until they have their awakening. It’s nothing good. He steals their humanity out of spite,” Michael explained, licking his lips as he thought about the last time. He rubbed his eye and scooted closer to Alex. “He can be summoned to find victims for someone.”

Alex was quiet for a moment, piecing together what he said. Michael kept staring and laid his hand on his cheek, fingers idly fiddling with the small hoops in his ear. He wouldn’t say he was scared something bad would happen, but he surely wasn’t about to risk it. Alex was pure and already inhuman enough.

“So… if I’m dreaming about him…”

“Max summoned him back before he regained his soul and during a time when we were being watched heavily, it made it easier because his victims would come to him. I’ve never heard of someone dreaming about him, but I also never asked. I can only assume it’s bad,” Michael filled in as simplistically as he could. Alex furrowed his eyebrows in slight concern.

“Do you think Max summoned him again?” Alex wondered, “I don’t want Max to bite me. If anyone bites me, I want it to be you.”

“I will die before I let him touch you,” Michael promised, his hands dragging slowly over his chest and trying to show just how honest he was. Alex nodded curtly but the concern didn’t leave his face. “I don’t think he summoned him again, but I think Temeluchus finally clawed his way back out from hell. I don’t want to risk it. I don’t want to risk you.”

Alex nodded easily and moved in for a kiss. Michael welcomed it and pushed closer as Alex deepened the kiss with no hesitation. The warm metal in his tongue slid over Michael's before dragging over hidden fangs and he pulled Michael to kiss his neck, all without fear that Michael would do anything he didn't want. They did this often, played this game of showing just how much trust they had. It was one of Michael’s favorite things. It made him feel more alive than he had in centuries.

Michael rolled on top of Alex, feeling his warm skin beneath his hands and letting himself get lost in it. He adored Alex in every way and he wanted to dedicate his life to showing it. He kissed over his collar and his sternum, basking in the way his chest vibrated when he hummed in soft approval. Alex’s black-painted nails scratched over his shoulder blades and into his hair. Michael expected to be led down but instead was pulled back up. Michael laughed softly as he went back to kissing his neck.

“You don’t want more?” Michael asked.

“Don’t stop,” Alex replied, holding his head to his neck. Michael obeyed and dragged his dull, normal teeth over the hollow of his throat. Alex moaned quietly in response.

It didn’t seem too out of the ordinary until Michael tried to move up to kiss his lips again and Alex wouldn’t let him move. Even when he tried to just kiss the other side of his neck or his collar, he wouldn’t let him.

“Alex, what’s wrong?” Michael asked.

“Bite me,” Alex whispered in his ear, voice hot and demanding. However, alarm shot through Michael’s system and he used a little bit of vampiric strength to pull away.

When he looked at Alex’s eyes, they were that icy blue. Michael went completely still.

He should’ve known. Why else would Alex be dreaming of him? He was already here, already taking over the man he loved, already ruining everything. Michael felt nothing but panic, nothing but fear, nothing but anger.

“Get out of him,” Michael instructed, trying to think of any spells or anything all of the witches he’d drained in his life might’ve taught him. He came up with nothing. He just wanted Alex to be Alex.

“Bite me,” Alex’s voice begged, desperation on his features as he tried to pull Michael back down, “Please. I need it.”

Michael pushed himself up and off the bed, mind turning. Where was Mimi when you needed her? He thought about calling for Isobel, running to her room, and asking her to fucking help, but then he remembered the line he put in front of the door. They couldn’t leave. They were stuck there until a human came along.

Michael was fucked.

“Don’t leave,” Temeluchus in Alex’s voice begged, a pout on his pretty face. He seemed even more beautiful than ever. He was already irresistible, but this… This was painful. “Come back.”

Alex’s body crawled towards the edge of the bed, smooth and seductive. Michael pressed his back against the wall. He had to just fight it. Temeluchus’ draw was hard to fight, having spent millennia as an angel and tricking other angels to think he was doing only things for good. His supernatural draw with Alex’s pre-existing beauty and Michael’s inability to tell this man no… Nothing good was going to come from this.

“I need you,” Temeluchus said, batting his eyelashes. Every other blink seemed to change their color, flashing Alex’s expressive eyes just a few times to pull him closer. Michael looked away, murmuring under his breath for someone to come and help. In the centuries he’d been alive, he’d never felt so helpless. “Please? Come touch me, please. It’s so cold.”

“You’re so fucked up."

"Michael?" he called. When Michael couldn't resist and he looked back, Alex's eyes were normal as he sat on the edge of the bed. He looked confused. "Michael, what's going on?"

He eyed him, trying to figure out if this was real or not. Temeluchus wouldn't just leave his body, would he? Michael still kept his distance.

"Did I do something? I don't remember waking up," Alex continued, rubbing his eyes. It looked normal, but how was he supposed to buy that. "Did I talk in my sleep again? C'mere, you're so far."

Michael didn't move closer, too scared that this was a trap. He knew Alex was special but was he special enough to get rid of a demon? He didn't want to risk anything. Maybe one day he'd taste Alex's blood and Alex would taste his, but, on that day, there would be no confusion to be had.

Alex yawned and stretched. Demons didn't do that. Michael let himself relax just a little bit, but he still watched Alex hesitantly.

"Why do you look so scared of me? I'm not scary," Alex teased gently, reaching out his hand towards him, "What, no good morning kisses?"

"You're... You're Alex?" Michael asked hesitantly. Alex quirked an eyebrow in such a distinctly Alex way, too true to be demonic.

"Do you have a concussion? Can vampires get concussions?" Alex wondered, laughing softly, "Yes, I'm Alex, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Michael said, still being careful as he neared him, "Just... Do you remember what you dreamed about?"

"Shut up, come here," Alex said, grabbing him when he was within reach. Michael allowed himself to be pulled close and Alex's bicep wrapped around the back of his neck as he was pulled into a bruising kiss. That alone was a red flag; Alex always liked soft good morning kisses.

"Wait," Michael said, trying to pull away, but Alex had a death grip on him. "Fuck."

"Just kiss me, stop thinking," Alex demanded. Michael reluctantly went along with it, hoping to buy himself some time.

However, that became impossible when Alex reached up and scratched his own neck, the skin splitting too easily. Michael's senses filled with the smell of his blood. It was sweet and he could feel his fangs pressing painfully in his jaw, begging to come out for a taste. He tried to fight it, but Alex guided him to it.

"Just a taste," Alex said, but it wasn't Alex, "I need it. I need it."

And like a dog being punished, Michael's nose was shoved into the blood pooling from the scratch, smearing on his skin. He fought so hard, trying so goddamn hard not to hurt Alex or taint his gorgeous body. But he only had so much self-control when he was being begged and had blood smeared on his skin.

His face transformed and Alex moaned before he could do anything, a subtle way of begging for it. Michael kept trying to fight it, fighting it more as Alex's hand massaged into his scalp.

"That's it," Alex said, pushing his face into his neck even more. Instinct warred inside Michael before eventually, it won as his fangs touched his blood.

And he bit him.

His hands pressed into Alex’s bare back, pulling him impossibly close as he sunk his teeth into his flesh. He was warm and inviting because it was Alex’s body before it was Temeluchus’ and Michael was welcome there always. Alex’s voice whispered words of encouragement, little moans, and uncontrolled breaths. His blood was sweet, sweeter than any human he’d ever tasted, and so distinctly addictive. It was the best thing he’d ever tasted. And Michael hated himself for it.

He found strength in the memory of Alex’s trust and pulled away after a few seconds, quickly wiping the blood from his mouth so he could try to subside the temptation. Tears burned at his eyes as he looked at his neck, quickly pressing his hand there to stop the bleeding. The more he focused on Alex’s wellbeing, the more panic took over his vampiric instincts.

“No, no, no,” Michael said, hoping he hadn’t consumed enough. Alex was pure. Whatever Temeluchus saw in him to possess him meant nothing. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.”

“So sweet,” Temeluchus said. When Michael looked at his eyes, they looked like Alex’s. Why was he doing that? Why was this monster destroying the image of Alex’s eyes?

Michael tried to pull out of his death grip before anything worse happened, but then Temeluchus grabbed his arm with inhuman strength and tugged it up to Alex’s pretty mouth, that pretty piece of metal in his tongue swiping over the sensitive skin of the inside of his wrist. If Michael really focused, he could see his lips were still pristine and perfect in direct contrast to the blood covering his neck and dripping down his neck. He was too pretty.

“Shh,” Alex’s voice said when Michael tried to fight his grip. He didn’t want this. He wasn’t ready for his Alex to be gone.

“Please,” Michael begged, feeling extra pathetic but he didn’t care. He was desperate. “Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t turn him. Don’t turn him. He’s pure. Don’t do this, please.”

Icy blue took over Alex’s eyes, flickering up to Michael’s as he hovered over his exposed wrist. Michael could still taste that sweet blood, but it paled in comparison to the sheer guilt that Michael harbored. He blinked away tears and silently prayed to a god that he didn’t believe in that Alex would still be human when this was over.

“Anything?” Temeluchus asked.

“Anything,” Michael confirmed. He seemed to weigh the proposition and Michael didn’t waver. He would easily make a deal with the devil if it meant keeping Alex safe and alive and warm. But a sinister smile found his face, distorting Alex’s features in a way they should never.

“Cute. But Maxwell is much better at making deals,” Temeluchus said. Michael didn’t get a moment to even register the rejection before blunt teeth dug into the side of his wrist impossibly hard, puncturing his skin with an audible pop. It was the most painful thing he’d felt in a while.

Again, he was faced with his instincts warring against his morals. Monstrous instincts found the entire scene unforgivably sexy. If Alex had been there mentally, drinking from him on purpose and with conviction, it would’ve been perhaps too addictive to even handle. But morals wouldn’t let that happen. He was overwhelmed and terrified. He pushed and pulled and couldn’t seem to get him to let go.

Temeluchus didn’t let go until the door opened, humans standing on the other side. It was only then that Michael remembered that their relationship wasn’t common knowledge. Horror painted over all of their faces at the scene that they didn’t understand. All they saw was Michael’s teeth bared and Alex covered in blood. He was helpless.

Temeluchus pushed him away, acting scared as Max grabbed Michael and threw him into the opposite wall, giving him what he needed for his fangs to retract entirely. Liz, Maria, and Kyle rushed to Alex’s body, trying to cater to him as Temeluchus acted upset. Alex was covered in blood, a mix of Michael’s and his own and it was so unbelievably sexy. He couldn’t help but wish the situation was different so he could really appreciate the sheer beauty that Alex Manes radiated at all times.

“Get away from him!” Michael yelled, “That’s not Alex!”

They all either looked at him in disgust or ignored him, tending to Alex as best they could. They covered up his shirtless body and tried to make sense of the bite on his neck. And Michael understood. With the look Temeluchus had on his face, it was entirely believable. But Max had his arm wedged under Michael’s chin, pinning him to the wall by his neck.

"What the fuck have you done?" Max growled, but Michael didn't pay him any mind. He watched Alex's body and knew that if they just paid attention they could tell the movements weren't his. Alex had been hurt before, but when had he ever acted like a victim?

"He bit me," Temeluchus cried, but no tears were in sight, "It hurts."

"It's Temeluchus," Michael said, not beating around the bush any longer, "It's Temeluchus, he possessed Alex."

The room fell silent, confusion from the humans and sheer anger from Max. He didn't believe him, but Michael didn't care. He knew the truth. And the truth was someone had invaded Alex's body.

"It doesn't matter," Max said, pressing him harder into the wall, "You still bit Alex."

"You of all people should know it's not easy to get away from him!" Michael said, struggling against his hold, "This is your fault! He's here because of you! He stole Alex because of you!"

"Shut up," Max snapped.

"Who's Temeluchus?" Liz demanded, Slayer instincts kicking in as she eyed Alex's body. He still was fake crying, but it seemed more obvious than it did before that something was off. "Max, who's Temeluchus?"

Silence.

"An angel," Max said eventually.

"A demon," Michael corrected, seething, "One that you summoned."

"Years ago! And I killed him!" Max argued. Michael scoffed and shook his head.

"It wasn't good enough," Michael said, looking back over to Alex's body that was still not his, "Alex, love, if you can hear me, fight it, okay? Fight it all. I know you can."

"Love?" Kyle echoed. He seemed to be the last one to put it together, but the first to say it out loud. Michael didn't even care as he fought Max's grip on him.

"Alex," Michael said again as Max shoved him harder into the wall, "Fight it. Fight him. Don't let him take over."

There was a distinct moment that it became clear that's exactly what he was doing.

Temeluchus snapped his head up, no longer pretending to cry and his eyes such a strong blue that it was impossible to mistake it as anything other than what it was. He was pissed.

"Oh, shit," Liz breathed.

"Maxwell, long time no see. You've been missed," Temeluchus said, still holding Alex's voice captive, "It was cute, really, thinking you could get away from me. You think you're so strong."

"I did get away from you," Max said, still taking out his anger on Michael. He had him pinned so harshly his feet didn't even reach the floor. Thankfully, he didn't really need to breathe. "I killed you."

"You can't kill me," Temeluchus laughed, "How pathetically arrogant must you be to think you could?"

"Let him go," Michael said. Liz and Maria were watching intently, clearly conflicted because they couldn't just beat him up or cast a spell. This was different. It was still Alex's body. "Just, just get out."

"Oh, I could, but where would the fun in that be?" Temeluchus said, slipping off the bed. He was still covered in blood, shirtless and wearing nothing but a pair of Michael's night pants he'd gotten back in the 1960s when a young witch who had a thing for the counter culture of the time had taken a liking to him. They were Alex's favorite and they had blood on them. God, how much did he drink from Alex, did Alex drink from him, to get it on those pants? "Besides, this body is quite welcoming. Was far too easy to slip in without you noticing. Usually causes a scene."

Michael felt like everything was tainted by this. When had Alex stopped being Alex and had started being Temeluchus? Was he Alex when he first woke up? Was he Alex last night? What had Michael done to him without his explicit consent other than that horrific bite?

"Far too open and easy, truly," Temeluchus said, his fingers trailing over the blood on Alex's chest before bringing them to his mouth to lick them clean, "If I wasn't mistaken, I'd think he was born a vessel and not quite human at all."

Michael's stomach dropped and felt frozen with fear for the first time in a long time. It was impossible not to think of how insistent he'd been when he first met Alex that he wasn't human, how his blood didn't taste human.

"Oh," Temeluchus feigned a gasp, his hand touching his bottom lip dramatically, "That might be your fault. How romantic; you've awoken something in him with that blood of yours."

"What is he talking about?" Maria asked. Michael kept staring and he didn't really have an answer. He didn't know. All he knew was that this was bad. If Alex was genuinely susceptible to possession, how did they get him out?

"Don't worry," Temeluchus said, "It'll be fun tearing you all apart in this pretty little body you're too scared to harm. Revenge at its finest, Maxwell."

"Alex," Michael said, resorting to begging out of pure desperation, "Push him out. If you're unnaturally open, you can be unnaturally closed. Push him out, love. I know you can. You're so strong."

Max responded to that by slamming him into the wall again.

Except Temeluchus only seemed to get angrier, breathing heavier and more unnatural than before. He rolled his shoulders, fidgeting like he was struggling to fit comfortably inside Alex's body. All that told Michael was that it was working.

But then things happened a little too fast.

Temeluchus seemed to be fighting to stay inside Alex and it was a losing battle. As his head tilted, a clear sign he was about to be expelled from his system, Isobel appeared. She snapped her fingers and, with a little gesture of her hand, Temeluchus fit right back into Alex's body and he was forced to sit down in a chair. Isobel tossed a rope into the air and that too instantly went around him, tying Alex to it. Michael fought against Max all over again.

"What are you doing?!" Michael yelled, "He was leaving!"

"And then we lose him and he hurts someone else," Isobel said, "We keep him in Alex until we find a way to kill him."

"The longer he stays in Alex, the more Alex gets hurt," Michael pointed out. Isobel raised a bored eyebrow.

"Then you should've prepared him," she said. Tears burned in his eyes and, for the first time, he genuinely regretted being with Alex. As much as he loved him, it wasn't worth this. It wasn't worth his life.

"I didn’t know this would happen!" Michael snapped, voice thick with tears, “He’s just human!”

"Yes, well,” Isobel said, “He was. Then you bit him, which is absolutely your own fault.”

Michael groaned, a tear falling as he slammed his head against the wall hard enough to make a dent. He just wanted to go back to normal, back to laying in bed with Alex’s cuddly self and drowning in his kisses. He wasn’t ready to give that up yet. He wished he would’ve been warned. He would’ve savored it more.

“Tie him up too,” Liz instructed and no one even questioned it as Max went to haul Michael towards the living room. Kyle and Maria did the honors of moving Temeluchus in Alex’s body to the living room.

“Seriously?” Michael asked as they threw him in a chair. Max tied him so tight, he could feel the rope digging into his skin. He was too drained to even fight against it. He just wanted Alex.

“You bit Alex, I don’t care if he was possessed or not, it’s still his body that’s affected,” Liz said firmly, “You tricked him into trusting you and then bit him the second you got the chance.”

Michael gave a dry laugh and bowed his head. He didn’t bother trying to argue with them and explain what was actually happening. They wouldn’t believe him anyway. He wasn’t trusted even though it’d been nearly a year since he first met them. Why would they believe he and Alex had been together for eight months? Why would they believe that he didn’t want to bite him? Why would they believe that it wasn’t a trick and, if there was a power imbalance to be had, Alex was the one in control? It didn’t matter. It wasn’t their business.

“Can I at least get a rag to wipe my face?” Michael asked.

“Don’t you want to lick it off?” Kyle asked, an accusatory tone in his voice. Michael sighed.

“No, I really don’t.”

They ignored him and formed a tiny circle to whisper about what to do. Michael‘s eyes drifted to Alex’s body. He was limp in his restraints still, probably because of Isobel forcing Temeluchus back into his body so harshly. A new instinct prodded in him, one he hadn’t felt for someone other than Isobel since he was human himself: worry. He wanted to check over him, make sure he was okay. He was going to be so sore after this. Would they let Michael take care of him?

“Alex?” Michael asked softly, ignoring the whispering about what to do from the gang, “Alex, wake up. Wake up, please.”

Groggily, Alex groaned and lifted his head. His eyes were normal, but Michael didn’t trust it. He watched as he looked around barely to get a vague sense of his surroundings. He blinked, his eyebrows furrowed like he was confused and in pain. He looked like Alex. Michael reluctantly let himself enjoy that.

“Morning, beautiful,” Michael said, reaching his foot out. He was too far away, but he could pretend.

“Shut up,” Alex said, voice gravelly even as he gave him a small little smile, “What’s going on? Why am I tied up? Why are you? Who’s blood is this?”

“Alex?” Maria said cautiously. Alex looked at her and seemed to notice they were there for the first time. His eyes widened and he looked to Michael and then back at them.

“Don’t hurt him,” Alex said instantly, “It’s not his fault. I came onto him first.” Michael huffed a laugh and relaxed. Alex was okay. Or, at least, okay enough.

“Alex,” Liz said, “He bit you.”

A series of emotions crossed Alex’s face as he looked at Michael. He looked more confused that Michael would do that when he couldn’t remember than he was hurt or disgusted by the action. But it explained the blood and Alex nodded slowly.

“I don’t feel different,” Alex said, “Just… overwhelmed, overstimulated, maybe.”

“You’re possessed,” Michael said before anyone else could, “Temeluchus. He made me bite you‒you know I wouldn’t without your permission.”

“I know,” Alex said, still looking slightly lost over the overabundance of information, “Temeluchus? Like my dream?”

“You remember?” Michael asked, bubbling with relief to the point he smiled and tried to reach out with his foot again. He wanted to touch him so badly. It was torture. “So you were with me this morning?”

“Yeah, but go back to the possession part,” Alex said, stretching his foot out to knock into Michael’s. It grounded him for all of two seconds before Max stood between them. He was all glares and no remorse.

“Temeluchus is‒”

“A demon, I know, why is he in me, though?” Alex said, leaning as much as he could to get a good view of Michael around Max.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” Michael asked. Alex looked at his friends who still seemed lost on what to do before looking back at Michael.

“Kissing you after you explained Temeluchus to me,” Alex said. It was a relief, honestly. Not everything had to be bad. “But you bit me. Shouldn’t I be changing?”

Again, complete silence. No one knew what was actually happening to Alex. Isobel said he was human until he got bit, but Temeluchus said there was already something within him. It was a button that just needed to be pushed. No one knew anything. He should be changing, but he wasn’t. He didn’t have an answer to that.

“I don’t know, love, I think‒”

Michael was cut off by Alex’s face changing, contorting into a sickening smirk as his eyes turned into that icy blue. Michael stopped smiling. He almost got some semblance of joy, but then he had to have a rude reminder that he wasn’t allowed that.

“You’re right, you know? He’s strong. Young, though. Youngest I’ve ever had the pleasure of being inside,” Temeluchus said, a bragging tone to his voice. So distinctly not Alex.

“My mom’s coming,” Maria said, “She knows more about how to do this without hurting Alex.”

“Humans,” Isobel sighed, “So fragile.”

“How long have you and Alex been seeing each other?” Kyle asked.

“Should I be insulted that we aren’t focusing on me?” Temeluchus said, voice slightly fading. Max glared at him this time. Michael wondered when the guilt would appear in him or when they would talk about how Max summoned a demon. Somehow, his love life seemed drastically less important in comparison to the demonic situation.

“How long?” Liz repeated.

Michael groaned, rolling his head back. The movement pulled on his restraints, making them dig into him more. He winced slightly, but it somehow didn’t hold a candle to the crowd of glaring, self-righteous high schoolers. Isobel had gotten bored early on and wandered into the kitchen for blood, leaving him alone with them.

“Eight months,” Michael said, refusing to show how much it hurt him to share his private life with them, “He stays here most nights since his dad is a goddamn travesty.”

They all stared at him like he’d grown an extra head. He just accepted it and looked back at Alex. He was unnaturally still, staring forward with those icy eyes. It looked like no one was quite at the forefront of his body. Maybe he really was fighting his ass off. Michael was going to give him the world when this was over. If he let him, of course.

“Eight months?” Maria echoed, shock on her face. They all looked shocked, more shocked by that than the goddamn demon inside their friend. They didn’t deserve Alex.

“And you waited until now to bite him?” Max asked. Michael rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t wait for shit,” Michael argued, “Temeluchus forced me. I wouldn’t hurt him.” He didn’t say that they had talked about it more than once, that turning him after graduation was the plan. Together forever was the plan.

“You need to stay away from him,” Max insisted, “This thing between you is over.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Michael spat, “You’re not my keeper and you sure as hell not his.”

“You bit him, you have no say anymore.”

“He’s eighteen! He’s older than I was when I was changed! Fuck off!” Michael yelled, wanting to break free. He knew he could if he really wanted to, but he didn’t feel like dealing with that right now. Max was already making this his problem in the wrong way. “He’s possessed because of you! You summoned Temeluchus!”

“Revenge to the gods,” Temeluchus said quietly, still unmoving, “Wake another Child of Eden.”

“Child of Eden?” Liz asked. Michael’s stomach dropped for what seemed like the fifth time that day.

“It’s what they call neither a Child of God nor a Child of Lucifer. Somewhere in between,” Mimi said as she made her grand entrance, “There’s only a few types I know of. Very rare.��

“I knew it,” Michael breathed, “I knew he wasn’t human.”

“Then what is he?” Liz asked cautiously, “Like, what type?”

“Maxwell,” Temeluchus said, looking up with a new wave of strength. It worried Michael on what that meant for Alex. “It was hard to kill me then. It’ll be fun to see you try this time.”

Temeluchus broke the restraints they had him in and stood so Michael quickly did the same, ready to stand between him and Max if he needed to. He wasn’t about to let him lay a hand on Alex’s body. Temeluchus, however, barely had time to even lunge at Max when Mimi started murmuring, freezing Alex’s body. It should’ve been threatening to Temeluchus, but it wasn’t. Michael took a hesitant step closer so he could catch Alex’s body when Temeluchus left it.

“You have no idea what you’re about to do,” Temeluchus laughed. It confused them all. “I leave and your Child of Eden is left with no crutch. He’ll have to acclimate. I at least take care of my children.”

No questions were able to be asked before Mimi’s cast began to work. Alex’s eyes rolled back into his skull and his head tilted back. Then it took less than a few moments for them to understand just what Alex was.

Alex screamed.

The shriek of a banshee was identifiable even to those of whom had never been exposed to the idea prior to hearing it. It brought all Children of God, Children of Lucifer, other Children of Eden excruciating pain and Alex, untrained and newly unleashed, could’ve executed them all. It brought Michael, Maria, Liz, Max, and probably Isobel to their knees, ears bleeding and minds faltering from the sheer pain it caused. Mimi was affected too, but she fought it to finish her cast.

Michael didn’t hear when she stopped or when Temeluchus was expelled, but he felt when Alex finally stopped screaming. He had to take a moment, his brain scrambled and ears ringing. He got himself together before anyone else, though, crawling to where Alex was on the floor. He was laying in a crumpled pile of limbs, heaving each breath with wide eyes.

“Alex,” Michael called, scared to touch him. He looked like he was in overdrive, his brain malfunctioning.

“I don’t‒ I can’t‒ I‒” Alex whined, clutching his head. Michael just wanted to take all of his pain away. He gently touched Alex's cheek, but he just gasped horrifically in response so Michael had to pull away. A whole new layer of helplessness rose in him. He just wanted his Alex.

“Kyle,” Mimi said, voice strained as she fought her own pain, “Take Alex to my house, would you, and then call me when you get there so I can tell you what to do.”

“What? No,” Michael insisted, "No, he's staying here so I can watch him."

“He needs to get away from everyone with abilities. He’s hypersensitive now and is going to need a lot of training. For right now, we’ll give him a celestite so he won’t be burdened. But Kyle is the only one human enough to take him anywhere,” Mimi explained. Michael wasn’t very keen on that.

“Then you’ll come right back?” he clarified.

“I actually think it’d be best to just leave him there,” Liz butted in, “He can’t go home like this just yet.”

“Then he stays here,” Michael insisted, “I need to watch him.”

“We can do that just fine,” Mimi said.

“Yeah, I don’t know if I feel comfortable with him being with you after this,” Maria agreed, looking over to Kyle to fully make that 4-against-1, “Right, Kyle?”

Kyle eyed Michael cautiously like he didn’t quite get it‒or maybe like he got it too much. Either way, Michael had a million thoughts run through his mind, all of which were absolute fear that he and Alex would have to be over due to conditions no one could've predicted.

“Maybe I can bring him back and we can all stay here? That way we can all watch Alex, but I can still get him away until we get the stone,” Kyle suggested. There was silence for a few long moments.

“Please,” Michael said, too focused on Alex to care about the level of weakness he was showing, “Please, bring him back.”

"Okay, honey, okay," Mimi said, the only one who was even bothering to be nice to him. She put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back. Michael let her if only because he physically couldn't help. “Just let Kyle take care of him for a little while.”

Kyle was quiet as he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around Alex, pulling him to his feet before eventually having to pick him up entirely because he couldn't walk. Michael wondered if he was affected at all by the scream and decided he had when he saw his nose looked like it'd bled a little. The entire room was silent until they heard the car start and drive off.

"So, what, I can never touch him again?" Michael asked dryly. He'd abandoned all embarrassment or concern for how they viewed him, what they knew. This felt like the end of his life.

"Not necessarily," Mimi said, letting him lean on her, "If he has the celestite on him, he should be grounded enough to co-exist, but he will need training. It just… it might be difficult because I've only heard of one other living banshee and they were in India. Even then, that was 20 years ago."

"I thought banshees were all women," Maria said, "And Irish."

"Banshees were around long before the construct of gender and ethnicity," Mimi said, a light tone to her voice. She was easily the only reason they had any semblance of control left. "From my understanding, there's a limited amount. Similar to the Slayer legacy, when one dies, the gift is given to a baby born in the same moment and has to be awakened somehow. I guess vampire blood can do the trick."

"So, what now?" Liz asked, "What does that mean for him?"

"It means we won't need to play a guessing game when it comes to demons or vampires anymore because he'll be able to sense them," Mimi said, "And, if he's trained, he'll be one hell of a secret weapon."

"What did you do with Temeluchus?" Michael asked, no longer wishing to talk about Alex until he could talk to the man himself. This was uncharted territory and he didn't feel comfortable with the unknowns of it all.

"Put him in here," Maria filled in for her mother, holding up a jar that was lined with that same dust he'd been given by a witch centuries prior.

"What?" he scoffed, "You put an age old demon in a jar?"

"Max," Liz said carefully, breaking their conversation. Everyone looked to Max who was apparently doing his damnedest to keep his fangs in check. Michael rolled his eyes. For someone who pretended to be all high in mighty, he really couldn't handle the smell of blood. "Max, are you okay?"

Michael managed to get to his feet, albeit a little wobbly, and grabbed Max by the back of his shirt. He hauled him into the kitchen where Isobel was sitting on the floor, her head in her hands. Michael tossed Max beside her.

"You need to get your shit together," Michael told him. Max shook his head, looking up at him like he was missing something.

"They were all bleeding," Max scoffed, "How did that not fuck with you?"

Michael stared at him, wondering if he was stupid or if they were just that different. Michael was still covered in Alex's drying blood, the taste of him still prevelant on his tongue. Even if he wasn't too stressed to eat, he also just had the best thing he'd ever tasted. It would take a little while before anything else could possibly interest him. Still, he licked his lips without thinking and Max took that as his answer.

"You're sick," Max accused.

"Well, your little boyfriend really is something special, I'll give you that," Isobel said, interjecting before Michael could bite back to Max's statement.

"Yeah," Michael agreed, grabbing a dish towel from the counter and using it to wipe his face clean before wrapping it around his wrist. It'd stopped bleeding, but there was still blood everywhere. "He is special."

"Yeah," Isobel scoffed, "Tell him not to go all banshee on us again. The last banshee I met was a total bitch."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "You knew a banshee?"

"Long time ago," Isobel said, looking up at him. She had blood trailing from her nose over her chin and on her sleeves. "Before you turned. Might have to track them down so he doesn't do all that shit again."

Michael's eyebrows shot up and his heart stopped, possibly getting his hopes up a little too high at the idea that Alex was indeed immortal.

"They got killed by a Slayer, but I'm sure their soul is back around somewhere," she said. He tapered his excitement, filing the question away to be asked with sincerity later.

"You think they'll remember you?"

"Part of banshee training is remembering past lives, Michael," she said like it was obvious, “That and learning to cope with perpetual headaches from all the goddamn shit they hear at all times.” He nodded, feeling a little bit better. If he wasn't immortal, Michael would just track him down in his next life and continue for the rest of eternity. Yeah. He could do that.

Still, he made his way back into the main room with a hollow feeling in his stomach. He needed Alex home and in his bed soon or he was going to fucking lose it.

"Right. Okay. Thank you, Kyle, you can bring him back now," Mimi said into her phone before hanging up.

"So, what do we do about the demon in the jar?" Michael asked. Liz and Maria looked at each other, the blood from their noses and ears cleaned up as best as they could. Then, with a nod, they looked back at Michael.

"We're keeping him in the jar."

He blinked a few times, unsure if he misheard them or if they were that insane.

"What?" he asked, "He possessed Alex and we're just going to let him live?"

"Look, we have no other way to make sure he stays dead. If he's in a jar, he can't hurt anyone else," Maria explained. Michael scoffed, but he felt too drained to argue.

"Are we at least going to exile Max for summoning him?" Michael asked.

"Max summoned him years ago," Liz said, "It wasn't his fault that he came back."

Michael huffed a laugh, tilting his head back as he tried to reconcile how absolutely shit this day was. And he got nothing out of it.

"But it is my fault that Alex got bit?" Michael said. Silence. He didn't know why that hurt so much. He hadn't wanted to become apart of their stupid gang anyway. "Right. I'll pretend to be shocked."

"All that matters is that Alex is alive," Mimi insisted. Michael nodded, dropping himself on the couch and looked around at the semi-blood bath that had taken over his living room. So much goddamn blood. "I'll keep the jar."

"Okay," they all said softly before going back to silence. Michael figured it had to do with the eventful day they had. Objectively, he had the worst day (second to Alex's) but he was willing to accept that they were probably also overwhelmed. He also accepted that they didn't deserve his sympathies.

The blood was too much to look at though and Michael eventually found himself going to his bedroom to find another one. His bed, that safe place that Alex loved so much, was covered in their blood. Maybe this whole experience was a good thing, though, because this was the first time a scene like that hadn’t left him feeling satisfied.

He stripped the bed quickly, throwing the sheets and the blanket into the closet. He would burn them later. He tried to get out the blood as best as he could with water and a towel, but eventually just put on a fresh pair of sheets and hoped it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. When Alex came home, he could be the real judge.

After Michael went back into the living room, it was thirty more excruciating minutes before Kyle returned with a sleeping Alex who had clean clothes, clean hair, and a bandage on his neck. Michael immediately went to help, though he was scared to touch him when he got up close.

"You should be okay, he has the celestite in his pocket," Kyle said, carefully letting Michael take over. He lifted him bridal style, letting himself take in his features. He was a little pale and the bags beneath his eyes were a little more obvious than before, but he was overall okay. “He was awake while he took a shower and stuff, but even with the rock nearby he was shaken up and weak, so I gave him a melatonin to sort of help him get to sleep a little easier. I’m sure he’ll feel better after he sleeps.”

“Okay, thank you,” Michael said, ignoring them all as he went to carry him into his room.

“Leave the door open,” Liz instructed. Michael scoffed, glaring at her like she was an annoying mother. But, then again, she was the Slayer and it was always nice to see when they had some semblance of care for others.

“Alex can’t sleep with the door open,” Michael pointed out.

“He’s already asleep,” Isobel rebutted.

“Fine,” Michael complied if only so he could get Alex to bed sooner. He put him on the bed and covered him up quickly, looking over his face again. He was still pretty. Always so pretty.

The living room slowly dissolved into conversation, all quiet as they tried to be courteous of Alex’s need to sleep. They discussed how they were going to find a banshee to help train him, what they would do to make sure Temeluchus never got free again, a quiet scolding of Max for being harsher on Michael than the demon, what they were going to order for dinner, etc, etc, etc. Michae stayed focused on Alex.

Once the sun set and Max and Liz left and returned with a pizza, Michael got on with Alex’s nightly routine instead of joining the party in the living room. They’d gone back to normal conversation, like that morning hadn’t been so life changing and like Alex wasn’t unconscious in the next room. It was annoying. So Michael focused on sitting beside him, cleaning his eyebrow and septum piercings before putting on that weird facemask Alex did every night. He watched him while he waited, hoping he’d wake up. He didn’t. So Michael wiped the facemask off and brushed his own teeth before crawling into bed beside Alex.

The lights in the living room were left on as they decided they wanted to go to sleep for the night. They’d agreed to take turns to make sure nothing went bump in the night and Max gladly took the first shift, the house going dark. Michael laid between Alex and the wall and he waited.

Alex made a little noise before he woke up and, instead of jolting forward like usual, his eyes just slowly dragged open. Michael quickly sat up, hovering over him slightly for his own selfish reasons.

“Hi,” Michael said instantly.

“Michael?” he said, reaching up to rub his eyes but his movements were lethargic at best. Michael still let him do it on his own.

“Yeah, I’m right here,” Michael whispered.

“My head hurts,” Alex said.

“Yeah,” he said, “It probably will for awhile according to Isobel.”

Alex’s bottom lip protruded in a lazy pout as he dropped his hand from his eyes. Michael smiled slightly, cautiously reaching out to rest his hand on his cheek. The contact instantly made Alex’s eyes pop open wide and Michael immediately took his hand away.

“Whoa,” Alex breathed, blinking rapidly as Michael felt dread creep up in him. Alex’s entire face rushed through different emotions before settling on one and he took a deep breath.

“Are you okay?” Michael asked. Alex nodded slowly.

“Yeah, just,” he said, breathing in deep, “Don’t be so worried. I’m right here.”

So much for that fucking rock.

“You felt that, huh?” Michael wondered.

Alex didn’t really confirm or deny, shifting in bed a little instead and grabbing Michael’s hand that was attached to his busted wrist. A tiny little jolt rocked through Alex, but he didn’t let go as he pulled Michael’s hand to his side. His hand slid up his arm and to his cheek, pulling him down for a kiss. It wasn’t much more than a peck, but Alex dragged it out for as long as he could.

“Stop,” Alex whispered, “I’m not mad at you.”

“You should be.”

“No,” Alex said, fingers fiddling with his ear not too unlike the way Michael did to him, “Only if we’re talking about the door being open.”

Michael huffed a laugh, but he felt genuine relief for the first time that day. Fatigue shot through him as the adrenaline finally started to die and he bowed his head against Alex’s collarbone. He was here. Alive, breathing, holding him. He wasn’t resentful. But when was Alex ever that?

“Liz made me, they all hate me,” Michael admitted.

“Well, they don’t matter because it turns out I am a supremely excellent judge of character,” Alex whispered. Michael lifted his head a little bit, curious to how much he remembered. Had they even said what he was while his body was in the room? Did Kyle tell him? Was Kyle even there when they said it?

Or was this just the beginning to whatever was waking inside Alex?

Michael used the last of his strength to telekinetically shut the door, letting Alex wrap him up in his arms. He tucked his head in the crook of his neck, opposite to the side the bandages were on. Alex was only awake for a few moments longer before he eventually drifted right back to sleep all while holding him close.

Michael managed to lull himself to sleep with the thoughts of the fact that Alex was okay. Maybe the future was more uncertain than it had ever been, maybe their time together was more finite than they could’ve imagined, maybe horrific shit like possession was going to keep happening to them when they were a vampire and banshee dating while friends with a slew of witches and vampires and the goddamn Slayer. Maybe, maybe, maybe. Nothing was certain.

Nothing but right now.

And right now was the rhythmic thud of Alex’s heart.

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