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Forever! chapter 3

June turns into July and July into August. The weather starts to change, and it gets cooler in the mornings. The afternoons are quieter in town as children head back to school. In September, the leaves start to change and Fall is on its way. Niall and Jessica are officially dating and look like a perfect family unit when they are out with Jenny, her little girl. Everything changes and moves forward, except Landon. Landon is still right where he was almost 5 months ago. The dreams keep happening, small moments he kind of remembers, but nothing that means anything really. Visions of Piper, at several different ages. There's a little boy without a name in many of his dreams. His mom and 4 sisters, Charlotte, Felicity, Phoebe, and Daisy, and one faceless man, who he wishes he could remember more than anything. The sound of his voice which he hears often sets his pulse on fire. He doesn't know who he is but he wants to so much. His relationship with Sam is strained, he feels it, he knows she feels it. She asks him all the time what's wrong. He can't bring himself to open up about the dreams, the memories. He keeps them all to himself bottled up ready to explode at any minute. He just doesn't want to hurt her. He loves her and he can't stand what his remembering will mean for her. So instead he puts on a fake smile and tries to go about his life as normal, but he knows he's not fooling her. She sees it, he's tired all the time. He works, he sleeps they never go out anymore, and they have rarely been intimate in the last several months. He is just so screwed up and he knows it's hurting her even though that's the last thing he wants. He's on the verge of losing it if he hasn't already. He is gonna need to swallow his pride and talk to someone. Maybe it might help, maybe talking about the dreams or memories will help bring them to the surface. There's no going back, he can't forget what he has already seen even if the dreams suddenly stop, it will not fix his state of being constantly lost. He hasn't felt like this since he woke from his coma and talking with Niall and Dr. Wanda is what got him through that. It's what helped him find his normal and he was happy before the dreams. He knows what he has to do, but he's scared.

"Hello.. Earth to Landon" Niall is saying while snapping his fingers in Landon's face.

"Oh, uh, sorry. I must have zoned out." Landon stutters out.

"You've been doing that a lot lately."

"yeah. sorry." He says shaking his head trying to rid his mind of his thoughts. It doesn't work.

"So, I was thinking it's been so long since we hung out just you and me, away from the bar anyways. Want to do something? We could go into the city for a night. Go out or something."

"Um, yeah sure. Sounds good." Landon says, getting back to work cleaning the bar.

It's almost 3 am on a Tuesday night or Wednesday morning, so it's been slow. It's always slow on Tuesday and Wednesday, picking up on Thursdays before their busy weekends. Landon finishes at the bar and heads to the kitchen to see if Robbin needs any help. He is just about done, so Landon just helps with the trash, taking it outside to the dumpsters. When he heads back in he sees that their last customers are settling their bills with Niall at the register. He has a seat at the bar. This would be a great time to talk to Niall about everything, he knows Niall's about to come over and ask what he would like to drink since that's their ritual. That is how they end almost every night. He also could wait till they go out but then he'd probably be too drunk to talk. He places his head down on the bar, he can hear Niall walking Robbin out the back while taking out the dining room trash. He can hear them laughing, probably at some dumb joke, Niall thought up. Landon knows he should just suck it up and lay it all out there, Niall will listen. He knows that it could help but..

"What's up," Niall says earnestly frowning. "What is wrong Landy? Do not say it is nothing. I know something is going on."

Landon just puts his head back down, he knows it's now or never but he just needs another minute. Niall gives it to him, 5 whole minutes actually before Niall starts rubbing Landon's back.

"Come on man, tell me what's going on? You know you can trust me."

Landon looks up, "I know," he says honestly "It's just hard. I'm kinda scared."

"Don't be scared, just start from the beginning." Landon takes a deep breath

"I've been having dreams. A lot of them, for months. I can't sleep and when I do, I always wake up more exhausted than when I laid down."

"Like nightmares?" Niall asked puzzled

"Um, not exactly. More like memories, I think. They feel like memories."

"What!" Niall's eyes light up in shock."You're remembering."

"Sorta, It's weird. It only happens while I'm dreaming and everything comes in bits and pieces. None of it makes any sense. Sometimes I recognize people and places, like the house I grew up in, like my mom and my sisters. I have 4 sisters and" He pauses

"Wow. 4 sisters that's amazing Landon," Niall says

"Yeah and.... and..." he can't say it, saying makes it real.

"and what?" Niall watches as Landon breathes and gets the courage to say more. He waits patiently which Landon is grateful for. He knows he has to admit it,

"and" he starts slowly. "A daughter named Piper and a son." Landon's eyes began to glisten. Niall watches him with surprise in his eyes before he reaches over to hug and comfort him, which Landon allows. "that's not all" he says through a sniffle. He takes a minute, he pulls out the hug with Niall and attempts to pull himself together.

"I also think I'm married."

"How do you know."

"because dream me always where's a wedding band. Also, I think I'm married to a man." If the shock wasn't evident on Niall's face before it is now. Landon's eyes well up again, watching a range of emotions cross Niall's face.

"Wow." Is all he says

"Yeah, Wow," Landon repeats. "I also think my name is Lou, at least that's what my faceless husband calls me" Landon's eyes squeeze shut. Niall just sits with him and rubs his shoulders. Landon isn't sure how long they sit there without talking but it's a while. Once Landon can pull himself together and open his eyes, Niall speaks again.

"Start from the beginning, when did you first start having these dreams."

"June."

"What, June, you've been dealing with this alone since June. Why?" Niall says flabbergasted.

"I didn't want anyone worrying about me, and I didn't know what it meant at first. I was scared, I'm still scared. I'm not sure what any of it will mean for my life, for Sam and me. My kids, my hus...hus...husband? Everything will change and I'm not sure I'm ready."

"I get that, but the change doesn't have to be bad.’ Nialls pauses for a moment and then continues “This is what we're gonna do, you are gonna start over, tell me about them, your family. Tell me about your dreams. Then we will see how we can help you deal with it."

Landon does, he describes every memory he can recall, from the first, when he'd taken Piper to his mom's, to the time he taught Piper to ride her bike. Even the first time he remembers holding his beautiful son. The Disney trip, his sister's birthday. He tells him about every dream he has had for months. When he is finished talking the sun is coming up and he feels better, well a little. They both decide that it's a lot to take in and process. That maybe they both need to sleep and tomorrow, they will take the night off and have a guy's night. Niall said not to worry he'd get both of them covered at work. Then he walked Landon out and gave him a huge hug before departing for his car. Landon slowly took the stairs to his apartment. Noting that it was 6 am. He slid as quietly as possible into bed, he thought it would take a while to relax but surprisingly he fell asleep quickly.

He slept for a long time, straight through his alarm. He had dreams, but they didn't feel as daunting this morning. He wasn't sure if it was because he finally gave in and talked about it but he wasn't gonna question it. He checked his phone after turning off the alarm, how the hell did he sleep through his alarm for over an hour? He got up, texted Niall to make sure they were still on, and hopped in the shower. He took his time, cleaning himself up and enjoying the feel of warm water on his back. When he was finished showering, Niall texted him back and said he'd pick him up at 6. It was noon, now. He got dressed and headed down to the bar. It was a habit, everything seemed to be up and in working order. He ordered lunch for Sam and him, and then walked down to her shop. She was helping Susan Clearwater when he walked in, but he noticed how her face lit up when she saw it was him. A few minutes later, Mrs. Clearwater exited and Sam came and wrapped her arms around his waist pressing her nose into his chest. He kissed the top of her head and held her for a few moments.

"I brought us lunch. Are you hungry? He asked still holding her tight. She looked up at him, her eyes shining brightly, it was then that he realized he hasn't surprised her with lunch in 3 months, it use to be a weekly thing. He then leaned down and kissed her passionately on the lips. When they separated, she smiled up at him.

"I've missed this," she said.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"I know." She responded smiling brightly. "Now what have you brought us for lunch." They clear an area at her counter and begin to take out their containers.

"It's just burgers and onion rings from Nialls," he says

"Perfect. I love onion rings."

"I know." He says leaning in for another kiss.

They eat in silence for a while, just appreciating each other's company. At one point Sam has to leave to answer the phone and Landon considers telling her about the dreams, but quickly changes his mind, wanting to know more than he does before he tells her everything. When she comes back Landon is cleaning up their messes.

"So it just dawned on me that you aren't at work?"

"Nope, I'm not. Niall gave me the night off."

"Hmmm, okay."

"Because Niall and I are gonna go out."

"oh". She says a little disappointed.

"I came by to let you know, that we are leaving before you get home and that I'll be back tomorrow."

"So you only brought me lunch because you're going out with your buddy." He can see the anger sitting behind her eyes, or maybe it's hurt.

"It's just that, I've been going through a lot."

"and you don't think I have to. I don't know what is wrong with you, but it affecting us both. Things have changed Landon and not for the better. You aren't around and when you are you're quiet and distant. You don't talk to me, you don't touch me. It's like we are strangers living in the same house and I hate it." Landon doesn't know what to say. He just stares at her a million thoughts running through his head and when he can see the anger dissipate from her face, and hurt takes over he knows he has to fix it.

"I'm sorry." he tries "I wish I could tell you everything but I can't, not now.

"Forget it, Landon, just go. I hope you and Niall have fun tonight. I'll see you tomorrow or whenever." with that she turns and heads through the back door into the storage area. He looks back toward where she disappeared but it's pointless, he knows she isn't coming back out till he's gone.

"I love you," he shouts, knowing that, that too was pointless.

Then he leaves, he walks up Main Street all the way to the library, considers going in but changes his mind crosses the street, and walks back down. When he gets to the bar he heads around back and up the stairs to his apartment. He lets himself in, he is sad. Hurting Samantha May is the one thing that has stressed him since the dreams began. It was the last thing he wanted but the first thing he did. He was a terrible person. He sat there alone and cried. He cried for Samantha, he cried for himself, he cried for his family and all the years they have missed together. The birthdays, the anniversaries, the memories they have that don't involve him. How sad and confused they must have felt when he was no longer there. He climbed into bed, and stared at the ceiling, wishing things had been different. Wishing for a life he wasn't sure he could remember.

The banging on the door woke him up, quickly checking his phone he saw it was 6. He jumped up the banging must be Niall. Shaking his head trying to clear the dream he had just had he opens the door.

"Hey sorry," he says backing up and letting Niall enter. "Give me a minute I must have fallen asleep.

"No problem, take your time." Niall took a seat on the couch. A few minutes later he could hear a conversation, Sam must be home. He quickly finishes getting dressed and packing a small bag and then exits their bedroom. Sam is standing there, sadness on her face

"I'm sorry Sam," Landon says walking up to her head bent. "I know I have no excuse. I promise I'm trying to get better." he meets her eyes which are filled with sympathy.

"I'm sorry too." She says "I know that whatever it is you’re going through has been very hard on you, but you can't keep pretending that I'm not here. Okay."

"Okay," he says grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in for a tight hug. "I do love you Samantha May, so much."

" I love you, but we are gonna have to talk and soon. You need to let me in."

"I will." He promises. She kisses him deeply before releasing him and telling them to be safe and have a good time. They share one more quick kiss and then Niall and Landon leave the apartment.

The drive into the city takes longer than usual, at least it feels that way. He and Niall keep up a conversation the whole way which helps and Niall doesn't bring up his memories of his family. He also doesn't ask about Sam and what he overheard before leaving the apartment. Niall booked a room at the Marriott downtown. Once they are checked in they head out to see what kind of trouble they can get into. By trouble, they mean liquor and lots of it. Their first stop is a sports bar since it's still early and they figure they should eat before they begin to drink seriously. They order beers and wings, they talk about work and the people in their town. It is nice and comfortable. The wings and onion rings are delicious, much better than Niall serves at his own bar but Landon doesn't say anything. When they're finished they head out to a nightclub. It is loud and buzzing with people, exactly what Landon needed. Niall buys the first round, six shots of some dark liquor, and a beer to chase them down with. Landon knows he will regret it all in the morning, but for now, bottoms up. They find a table to sit at and people watch for a while. This place is on fire, they play awesome music and the lights and people just make you want to dance and before long they are on the dance floor showing off their moves. Landon dances until he is hot and sticky with sweat before he signals to Niall that he's gonna get a drink. He orders a Jack and Coke for Niall and something blue and pretty for himself. He finds Niall sitting at the table they claimed earlier. Niall downs his drink in less than a min.

"This is perfect," Niall screams over the music. Landon agrees, it was just what he needed to get his mind off of everything. Good music, dancing, and his best friend. Niall gets up to get them another round before long and Landon just relaxes watching people dance and move around him. He is sitting watching for Niall to come back with their drinks when he hears it.

"Lou!" a man’s voice screams. Immediately Landon looks up to see who called that name, his name. He hears it again, then he sees the man the voice belongs to. He is tall with shoulder length hair and he is walking straight for him. Landon begins to freak out, is this it then, is this where one life collides with another? He always thought he'd have more control over how it happened. His breathing and his pulse were picking up and he thought he may be on the verge of an extremely intense panic attack. Then the man, so much closer than he was a moment ago, says it again.

"Lou!" Landon looks up, looks the man right in the face, and realizes that he is not looking at him but at the booth right behind him, where a woman with heavy makeup and deep red hair sits attempting to talk on her phone.

"Dammit, Luanne, what the hell? I was yelling your fucking name."

"Shit, Sorry Vince. I was checking with the babysitter." he heard her respond as he tried to bring his heart rate and breathing back to normal. He is cursing himself, he thought, he thought that was his husband. He thought he'd been found and it scared the shit out of him. How is he ever gonna deal with this if he ever figures it all out? If all his memories ever come back. How can he face them if he freaked out like this over a guy who wasn't even talking to him?

"What's wrong, Landy? You look like you've just seen a ghost." Niall says taking his seat and passing Landon his drink. Worry was very clear in his eyes. Landon can not respond.

"Are you shaking?" Niall asks again. "What's wrong? Do you need a doctor?" Landon shakes his head.

"Can we just go?" Landon asks already standing leaving his drink untouched on the table.

"Yeah, sure, Yes," Niall says downing his drink and following Landon out of the club.

Once the fresh air hits Landon's face, he feels better. He's still shaken but he can feel his breathing finally settling. Niall catches up and hails them a cab, helping Landon into the car and giving the address of the hotel to the driver. Niall doesn't ask questions but he does take Landon's hand which helps him to calm down even more. "sorry." Landon whispers during the drive back. "No problem" is Niall's response then they are quiet for the rest of the drive. All Landon can hear on repeat is 'Lou! Lou! LOU! All he can see is a beautiful face of a little girl he can't really remember and a little boy he doesn't have a name for. He hates this so much this limbo between knowing and not knowing. He just wants it all to stop. When they arrive at the hotel, Niall guides him up the stairs, he still hasn't asked any questions, but Landon knows he will have to explain but first, he needs to get himself in check. He disappears into the bathroom, takes a piss, and starts the shower. When it is warm he climbs in and just lets the water and steam erase the tension he feels. He still sees their faces, and he still hears that voice calling his name but it's getting easier to deal with. By the time he gets out and dries off he is almost completely back to normal. He wraps the towel around his waist and steps out into the room. Niall is stretched out across one of the beds, watching naked and afraid on the TV. Landon walks to the other bed where his bag is and gets his underwear out and puts them on. He also pulls on a t-shirt before he climbs under the sheets.

"I'm sorry," he says, after a few minutes

"Don't apologize, Did something happen, did someone hurt you?"

"No, I just heard something and it got me freaked out."

"What did you hear, if you don't mind me asking."

"Someone yelled my name," Landon said quietly

"Okay," Niall says sounding confused.

"Not Landon, they said Lou."

"Holy Shit, someone recognized you," Niall says jumping up to a sitting

"No, no. It was a misunderstanding. They were trying to get the attention of the person sitting behind me but it freaked me out. I think I may have had a panic attack. I couldn't breathe, my heart was racing and all I could hear, was him saying my name over and over."

"The guy at the club?"

"No. Him. Like him, him, my faceless husband." Landon says looking over to Niall, expecting to see sympathy on Niall's face, and instead, he finds understanding.

"Stepping outside helped but then I was just being hunted by their faces. Niall, how am I supposed to deal with this, or see them again one day if every time I think about them, or have a dream about them it scares me to the point of a panic attack? When the guy at the club said my name and I thought he was talking to me and I thought that I was about to come face to face with my past I almost passed out. How am I ever gonna face this." They're both quiet for a few minutes. Then Niall speaks

"I don't know Landy, but I know you won't face it alone, not if you don't want to. I'll be there, Sam will be there. Also just because you were married before doesn't mean you still have to be. Yes you may have kids, they deserve to have you back in their life, just as much as you deserve the same thing but that's all that has to change. Lots of families are split, you'll work it out." Landon thinks about what he says, processes it, and then in the quietest of whispers

"What if, I want to be married, What if I remember him and want to be with him."

"Then things will change, but only cause, you want them to." Landon isn't sure how long they lay there, not talking. He appreciates Niall so much, he already knew Niall would never leave him to do it alone but it's comforting to hear. He feels stronger somehow. He's not completely convinced it will all work out yet, but it's better.

"Thank you, Niall. Thank you for always being here. I love you, man." Landon says staring at the ceiling. He can hear Niall shift on his bed, probably to look at him but Landon doesn't move.

"I love you, Landy. I will always be here."

"Can we sleep now, I'm exhausted," Landon asks drowsily

"Sure thing." Niall reaches to turn out the lights out and turns the tv that had been muted off. Landon is so thankful for Niall, he isn't sure where he'd be without him.

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supercorp-hosie · 3 years

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My thoughts for legacies 3x13: I’ll try to put the point chronologically

1. When Kaleb blew the candle, I’m so confused because the first thing that comes to my head is: he’s blowing that because is daytime, but why put it so far from Cleo? Why use a candle when you have electricity? And apparently I’m a fool, because that’s how the confinement spell works duh! I only recalled that when Alaric blew it in the end. I’m so dumb lol.

2. I love that Kaleb is the first to seek Cleo out, wanted answers and ready to accept them. When he tries to comfort Cleo in her memories, that’s me too! But apparently being the badass she is, she immediately come up with the idea of replacing her grandma to go with Malivore.

3. Poor Cleo! My heart sores when it started with a little girl, just like with Finch. She’s a hero! She’s so brave! She’s a queen! And weirdly she likes frogs(or toads?) very much. I wonder why. And although she tried to kill Hope last episode, I never see her as a villain. Never for a second. Instead I’m impressed. Tbh I didn’t understand why she is always playing with clay/mud since the beginning of this episode. But after her backstory, I just feel sad and proud at the same time. Sad because it’s shaped from her painful time of enslavement. Proud because she’s using the thing she learned from it against Malivore as her weapon despite the painfulness. I remember she talked about her sister dying, but nothing about that occurs in the memories. Did she lie before or it’s just another thing that the writers forgot?

4. ‘Jonch’ is horrible! I prefer Finsie as the ship name. Why is their moment always so cringy? I get this second embarrassment from them a lot, mostly from Josie tho. I always felt there’s something lacking in Finsie, just like what I felt when Handon started it’s kind of sudden. Maybe because of my perception, I really didn’t know why Josie think Finch is hot. I have to learn how to appreciate her beauty. But goof news, I actually appreciated Finsie first kiss, because I see why they haven’t kiss before, and why they finally kiss. It’s cute and the sparkling, haha. Tbh I start to appreciate Finch’s beauty from the kissing scene angle. But this episode, again, I still feel cringy in most of the Finsie scenes. I have to put my palm on my head. Anyway, I enjoy the “girlfriend” scene tho, like Finsie starting to grow on me(again, the first time is their first kiss, hopefully no more cringy afterwards). It’s really good to see Josie happy. Btw, since Finch decided to enrol, will she be the new alpha now that she defeated Jed? That’s good for her, she finally has a pack and no longer lonely.

5. Along with Finsie scenes, does anyone realise there’s actually other students there? And there are actually other witches at the school?? I remembered that there’s like only four witches? Because Josie was the only witch at the school when Berbelang!Hope happened? Annnndddd! To that! Does anyone remember there’s this girl Gaby/Gabby? She’s also a witch, and she loves dnd like Wade? They can’t tease us with Penelope using her then just let her disappear?

6. Oh great there’s actually other wolves at the school. I’m starting to think Jed is the only wolf left (of course there’s Hope, but she’s tribrid). As much as I enjoy Finch being badass that she can stand beside Josie, I felt so sorry for Jed and his actor. He’s been there for 3 seasons and yet Finch get a backstory before him. He has none! The actor is great, look at the siren episode! He hardly gets any decent lines and scenes now. Instead, they make him looked useless, hard to be respectable. Like anyone can just harm his alpha reputation. Justice for Jed please. Oh and the fact that Finch got a backstory before Kaleb too? It’s unacceptable. They deserve more. Jed doesn’t even have a last name, my god! Anyway that doesn’t change the fact that I want to hug baby Finch so much bc she’s adorable!

7. With MG gone, Kaleb looks like the only vampire left in the school. I miss MG. What about Ethan?

8. Josie and Cleo finally met! I’m glad that she’s learned something from her too. I think it’s true that other kids never felt as easy as Josie at the school. They finally addressed it.

9. I’m frustrated that Hope never wanted answers from Cleo. The only friend that helped her grieve. But hey maybe she’s too hurt to be able to bear Cleo in her sight. But then again there’s the Landon problem, so she’s off with Landon again. Only taking to Landon the whole episode, being the only one that only talk to one person in the whole episode. Feel bad for her about this. Poor Hope.

10. I really feel bad for Landon, because there’s a lot of hardships to make him like that. Someone please give him hugs and a therapist. The show is doing a full cycle by stating what he’d done is just like what Hope did when she returned from Malivore. I understand why he kept himself away, but weirdly, the way the let those words out, it feels like he wants to get back at Hope when I think he wanted Hope’s understanding. Maybe he wanted both?

12. Someone told me that every 13th episode is the episode where Landon’s power are explored. I kind of agree with it now. Because he’s finally having the fighting skills that he’s longing now. Finally he can achieve his desires to physically fight alongside Hope. For what though, I don’t know, because in the case of supercorp, Lena never needed it physically to be Supergirl’s partner in saving the world, or of course to protect Kara. Glad for him, anyway, bc that’s what’s he wants. And the blow to the head? It’s awesome.

11. I can’t believe Landon is blaming Hope for not coming to save him sooner?! What the hell? What happened to “I’m going to be the one that always fight to find Hope”, idk whether I quoted it precisely, but the meaning is there. I am furious. Is this some sick drama that the show wants Landon to think that Hope was not coming to him because she had a perfect version of him?? That aside, when I see that Handon is going to fight together physically, I actually think the scene is good and they will overcome the blaming thing, and going to be a power couple. Just when I have that thought, Landon have to fucking throw the artifact towards Malivore(whether it is Malivore I’ll discuss afterwards, it’s contradictory)!! That’s such a stupid move! Where’s your brain? And it’s broken, oh god. And the show have to show Hope being so weak during the fight. I mean why? She’s a badass, why do they have to make her weak to glorify Landon?? They made her look useless. These things just really kill the budding Handon spirit in me. The show really knows how to make people resent Handon and Landon. Just please change the show name.

12. Anyway to be fair, Landon do care for Hope and do love her. Before, though I don’t think they are endgame quality, I think that if they do improve, Handon endgame is tolerable, acceptable. But now, I’m not so sure of that anymore. Other than the above mentioned points, Landon did leave Hope for a solid third time. Why the show have to establish that for Handon when their fans desperately defended Landon that he wasn’t always leaving. I mean I’ve seen Handon shippers fought really hard against the “Landon is always leaving Hope” argument. What a way to make a couple being endgame. In Chinese proverbs, there’s a thing for a third time. Like the three strikes law, I think? It says not to do anything or tolerate anything undesirable that has happened more than three times. So please do not make Handon together ever again. It’s an insult to Hope too.

13. To see it differently, poor Hope will finally have time out of Landon to think of herself and her future. We need to see her having her own storyline. So maybe we can see Hosie eventually? Sorry Finsie for anticipating your break up in the future. But please enjoy yourselves when Hope grows on her own, because Josie deserves a decent relationship on screen too. Hosie didn’t interact this episode, I’m sad.

14. I just can’t help but wonder why Alaric oversee the artifact being destroyed so easily. And when Josie introduces Finch, she deserves a decent conversation with the headmaster, really. Oh he’s an adult, be a responsible and respectable one, especially you’re Josie dad. Help her with her impression with her crush. Alaric really need help, we need another adult figure. It’s okay that’s not Caroline.

15. I kind of thinking that Landon and Cleo are shippable too when I know that they are leaving at the same time. Cleo being the sole reason to Landon existence is one of the reasons to ship them. She’s the one that tell Malivore he can make vessels and create legacy, that leads to Landon existing. Not to mention she did literally made Golem Landon by hand (we all know the thing that Hope made doesn’t have a body, so Cleo must have made his torso and limps right). Or maybe we prefer wandon endgame? Wade is precious too, he’s the one that point out Landon is not himself.

16. I’m so confused by this episode Malivore. I thought Cleo trapped him inside that monster Handon defeated this episode. But if it was trapped this long? How did the pit, Clarke and Landon even exist? Did Malivore escape from it?? It must have escaped.

17. In the promo for the next episode, we’re seeing Lizzie and Hosie interaction! I’m excited! I think maybe Josie will be the one that bring Hope out of the cult’s enchantment. What will happen? Maybe they will realise something or develop something towards each other? Anything hosie that MAKE SENSE please. Oh and Hizzie friendship/banters, and Lizzie suddenly being and “angel” will be so fun to watch. Finally, the trio!

18. I know it’s irrelevant but since I mentioned Clarke, I miss Holarke. I have some shippable thoughts about Finch and Penelope too. P is the she-devil in good girl attire; F looks like a bad girl but she’s good hearted. They are both fiery, imagine what they’ll be like when they’re together, erupting volcanoes?

19. Applause to Aria’s acting skill, this is like the eleventh role he’s played in legacies? Original Landon, Hope’s (subconscious) Landon, Landon’s (subconscious) Landon, Josie’s SimuLandon, Hope’s therapy Landon, Malivore Landon, golem Landon, ptsd Landon, oni-possessed Landon, golem Landon micmicking Necromancer, Clarke-Landon. Keep up the good work!

#hosie #finsie #jonch #legacies #legacies spoilers #kaleb legacies #jed legacies #cleo sowande #josie saltzman #finch tarrayo #alaric saltzman #hope mikaelson #landon kirby #holarke #aria shahghasemi #handonedit #wade legacies #justice for Jed #justice for kaleb

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supercharmed-forever-mine · 3 years

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On the rating of 10, how do you rate the writing of each legacies characters, why and who deserves better? What aspects should be improved?

I updated some of the opinion for clarity and also added Finch because I forgot her originally

I'll just make a list and go down it and I'm sorry in advance I love responding but I'm horrible at grammar/punctuation and also I might tend to ramble but I'll try to be as concise as possible. It should also be noted anything I state that might possibly relate to ships is a personal opinion and I have nothing against any ships/characters gay or straight/Good or Evil. However would it be said that I definitely mean more towards the gay/Badass with a Golden heart side of shipping with any fandom.

Hope Mikaelson- As of now I would rate her writing at about a 6. And I only say that because as we know a majority of her characters personality slightly has always but this season especially related to her relationship with Landon. And I wish we would see the Badass Tribrid Hope we've been promised since season 1 I mean sure there are no lack of examples of her bravery and martyrdom. But I am tired of her always feeling down on herself and like she's a cosmic mistake when it has literally been proven by Lizzie's wish in season 1 that their life would be infinitely shittier without her. What they can do to improve it is have her focus on friendship and herself instead of trying to always focus on Landon. She deserves more than just to be a boy obsessed character I mean she's the daughter of Klaus F****** Mikaelson for Pete sakes she literally descends from the most powerful supernatural family ever to exist and is rightfully the most powerful being on the f****** planet.

Note: I found Handon's relationship cutesy in season 1 but now not so much especially since they use him dying as a plot line way too often it just doesn't have the same effect that used to***

Josie Saltzman-As of now I would rate her writing at about an 8. I like how her character at least for a while had her own storyline going off the mystic falls High School plotline and how she lived with delena because it was a good call back for us TVD fans but I think it could have definitely lasted longer than a few episodes. We all know it was just used as a lot device to introduce Ethan as a series regular and as an introduction for her to Finch's character. But overall I feel throughout the seasons she has experienced at least some personal growth as exhibited even in 3x15 where she admitted she has to stop saying sorry especially to Lizzie for not always jumping to do what she needs / she wants all the time. Whereas before Android AU version aside because she literally had to do what she was programmed to do. She has an exhibited that she's starting to do what she needs to do for Josie before others most of the time or she's trying to. And as far as her relationship to Finch well I don't see them being endgame I have no problem with them and I do see Finch being one of her major loves of the series that teaches her whatever lesson she needs that leads her to whoever her endgame love is. With her relationships I will always miss Posie and I wish they could get Lulu back at least just for one episode. Also I feel these last two episodes of the girls being a trio they have a really Been serving Hosie with the looks but also I feel like in general Josie and Hope have been really in f****** tune. In conclusion I just don't know because Kaylee's acting skills and just turning general I would rate a billion she could choke me and I would literally thank her.

Lizzie Saltzman-as of now I would rate her at about a 7. I feel as if she has had great personal growth over the series and hell even this season. I also like hell despite everything in her life especially her eternal struggle with her mental illness she is always trying to do better and not just for herself but mainly for others and some people would say that's not good but I like it because it truly shows what she stated in 1x03 during the gargoyle incident that she never wants to be the bad or evil one. She has all this s*** thrown at her being called broken, being seen as the lesser than sister, and not to mention the absentee parents. Yet through all this she manages to only get stronger especially once she builds a genuine friendship with hope. However what I will say is that I don't like the regression of her friendship with Hope in correlation to her progress of especially her mental illness. And what I mean by that is it's almost been shown that once she had even the seeds of a true friendship with Hope that Hope would never give up on her hell not but like even an episode or two into their newly formed friendship in S1 Hope went to Josie when she Lizzie was on the verge of a bad episode and "sweet" Josie was basically like fuck her she needs to fall on her ass for once and Hope ass was appalled y'all she was like Lizzie can't control her brain chemistry and was so defensive/protective it's like once they got over that hurdle that mainly Josie gave them everything clicked into place and they were almost instant bff's. So for them to do so good in season 2 and then it seems like it showed especially in these last several episodes black magic incident to bring Landon back aside that Lizzie's old issues of resentment and jealousy towards hope are starting to come back and I don't like that because the more Lizzie had A Friend in Hope it seems like the better she got at coping and doing better mentally.(sorry if this has been a confusing several sentences). And no by that I do not mean that Lizzie is mental progress has solely relied on Hope but I do think it has helped significantly for her to have a true friend. Also let it be noted now out of every ship though I should Hosie too HIZZIE is my #1 ship on Legacies two phenomenally beautiful woman also the enemies to friends to lovers trope *chef's kiss*which might be plausible as I always wondered what they meant in the Hosie crush confession scene of season 1 when Josie said that she always went after everybody josie liked hinting that Lizzie might be at least bisexual or maybe that was just what Josie perceived at like 12/13 years old. Also on the note of relationships Mizzie was a cute concept at the beginning but I do love the fact that MG is finally finding himself and standing up for himself but he did also do it and I kind of a******-ish way towards Lizzie. And that's all I can say for her. Actually I could probably write a novel on this women and also Hizzie but I won't lol.

Alaric Saltzman- As of now I would give him a rating of like a 4 . In the last several episodes I think he's been trying to make progress at being a better person but that's about all I can say I'm not an anti. But he definitely will not be winning the father of the year award anytime soon and like many people have pointed out he was a great guardian to Elena and Jeremy so he has the potential in parenting he obviously just ain't using it or lost it over the decades. I don't hate him but I do believe they're doing a discredit towards the better man he was in The vampire Diaries especially at the beginning.

Landon Kirby-His writing is like a 3. He is just there to be arm candy for hope. Until the last couple episodes where he became this for once realistic not optimistic hardened badass he literally brought nothing to The season other than someone for Hope to obsess over. And to be someone that they repeatedly kill for shock value even though it literally shocks no one anymore. I don't hate his character but he doesn't tickle My Fancy as much anymore. His character has a lot of potentialy especially if they ever bring back in his Phoenix side and truly explore it beyond his almost endless ability to revive and being a "Bird Boy" lol. I mean truthfully they're doing him a disservice Aria is a phenomenal actor who could take his character places if they just let him be more than a basic ass plot device. Also can we talk about how gorgeous of a man Aria is especially in these last few episodes looking love it and fine as f***.

As it has become apparent to me I ramble too much and I just don't have the capacity as it is now almost 1:00 in the morning my time to do anymore characters in depth so I will be doing a simple excerpt for the rest now that I have done the main 5 people.

Kaleb Hawkins- His writing is a 8. I do like how he's coming to himself over the years and is a a right hand man to Alaric now instead of being just a uncontrollable vampire(the only hate on this part not towards Kaleb but Alaric is that it shows he will virtually mentor/uplift almost any teen that ain't his own daughters). Though in my opinion he always kind of had a point on some things especially about the hypocrisy of Alaric in season 1 especially on the bmood drinking thing. Him and Mg's relationship is awesome I'm glad they made up in the last episode and our brothers again. Also I was rooting for him and Cleo I think they would be a cute little couple. Also I need his backstory immediately especially after saying to Cleo the last time he was vulnerable he died I need to know how he turned.

Milton Greasley(MG)- His writing is a 9 the season. I say that because he is really came into his own and stopped being the punching bag. Though I think the idea or used to think at least that him and Lizzie would be cute together I am proud of him for standing up to Lizzie finally even though I liked him always being there for her I was tired of him being a fallback for her when it didn't work with whoever however I do think he could have went about the rejection a little bit gentler especially with how he knows of Lizzie's emotional problems. And don't even get me started on Alyssa that was just a disaster that should have never even been brought to fruition her cheating with Jed was probably the best thing that could have happened. I liked his little side adventure with Ethan though I do think they could have wrote it a little better I was sad when he had to compel the memories away like they still could have been friends he just couldn't have known about the supernatural stuff also I'm still not convinced Ethan won't become supernatural later in the series if he stays on. And that's all I have to say on that one love my baby.

Jed Tien-His writing I can't really give a writing I don't think it's horrible but I do think overall they could give him a better plot line as a series regular other than just being used for the comical relief eye candy/mentioning how he's the alpha. Though it was funny the whole pool tournament to decide who was alpha will Finch was just exactly that so bad it was laughable. However I do respect the fact that he even admitted to her that he knew she threw the game and that he is a genuine man of his word and has become better over the series from like this dumb jock stereotype to this genuine dude the Alyssa incident aside. He is a cinnamon roll and I will protect him at all cost.

Ethan- Again as he just became a series regular this season and barely showed up in his premiere season. I will not be rating him in any traditional sense. His writing is not totally horrible I liked his adventures with mg they could have been written better and they still could have let him be MG's friend without supernatural knowledge instead of compelling the friendship completely away. And I am still not convinced he will not become supernatural in some way depending on how long he stays in the series truthfully it's actually almost inevitable unless they go the whole route of making him the Matt/Token Human of the show which I really hope they don't I mean he can stay human but don't make him a supernatural hater.

Cleo-her writing is 10. I say that because she has been a phenomenal character and I've never seen the actress before but she is obviously phenomenal as well. I like her whole connection to Malivore and how it's a legitimate one that seems to be interwoven with the story that's already been presented and add something new. I also like how she tried and really wanted to genuinely be friends with all the characters especially hope but at the same time she was also very realistic and new probably and truthfully the only way for Malivore to be defeated was for Hope to Go full Tribrid and she wasn't above actually trying to murder hope to save herself and just get rid of Malivore which I can't blame her.

Malivore-after the end of season 3 / the first couple episodes of season 4 which were supposed to be the original ending to season 3 I better never hear the name again I am so tired of it this should have ended like at least a season ago at this point it's dragging on. This was supposed to be a monster of the week type of series which is okay me personally I have always appreciated having one big bad of the season and then a couple of minor baddies that get their characters arcs and take a few episodes to defeat or something as like a B or C plot. Point being is that this character and plot line has gotten stiff as can be. To be honest I think half of us aren't even here for plot line anymore we just want to see which of our ships get together.

Finch-I am loving her character and I do think she's cute with Josie. Also I stan anyone who is a sarcastic b**** Queen. I think it's nice how her will backstory was different than the traditional one but also I hated how sad it was like she literally didn't even know what she was doing. Though I will say calling Lizzie the "evil" twin that she can fight me because you don't talk about my blonde cinnamon roll like that is based on one impression from something that was only meant and done out of a good place and Lizzie's heart trying to find out her backstory. But other than that I have no real qualms with this character and it is too early to have a real in-depth analysis/opinion of her.

Thank you for reading this long rant hope I answered your question well enough if not PM me on anything specific.

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jess-the-vampire · 3 years

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Sky and the Forces of the Multiverse, Chapter 48

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"Mom?"

Had this really been the first time arana had properly spoken to angel like this in a while? She had...talked before, even in her state, but something about this felt different. She had more life to her, her eyes were slightly more vibrant and her face wasn't changing emotion so...often, or being so static either. Everyone was caught off guard, they knew she was getting better...but hadn't been expecting her to react so...fast to seeing them all there.

She didn't look...perfect, her response was slow, but...it didn't change their emotions at all.

"Hello...angel...amir?", she still seemed a bit fuzzy, she probably didn't remember that much of what was even going on, or why she was in bed, or why she was in butterfly castle. Those were stuff she might need explained or could be triggered later if they were lucky, The important thing was she was awake and speaking to them. Even if her mind wasn't exactly perfect, this was just enough in the moment.

"Arana...darling...i missed you...", the family of arachnids circling around her and crying from all of their many eyes, angel and his father grasping her hands gently as if worried she'd let go but not wanting to hurt her at all when she was finally showing signs of her true self. She sent them a warm smile, grasping their hands back and eyeing both of them as she moved onto her side a little.

"H-how long...have i been...?", she couldn't seem to finish the sentence, everything had probably been mostly a blur to her, a blur she could barely make out as those memories had been eaten so often and were barely even present. Her worry was clearly present, who knows how long her kingdom had been without a queen? Her son without a mom?

"Darling, it's ok...don't worry right now, you just need rest and we can deal with it later", there was a lot the family had to talk about and now was just not the time to do it, as much as they wanted to. She had just started making this much progress, better to wait until she was fully ready before risking anything. But it seems her memory of her family had indeed remained strong.

She reached out to touch angel's face, looking him over, as if wondering if she had been asleep for years and her son had gotten older since the last time she had seen him. Angel didn't look like himself, well, the last time she had seen at least. She couldn't tell what about him was different she just knew somewhere in her mind this was different then he used to look before somehow.

And she looked surprised when she saw sky off to the side, not wanting to be awkward in this family reunion and ruin the nice moment for everyone. The Queen reaching out to her, wanting her to join in the moment, her family taking notice and ushering her over as sky was pulled into a group family hug. This was a happy moment for all of them, and they wanted sky included.

And she was sure the next time they saw nora or jude, they'd probably do the same thing.

"You're so pretty", the queen was getting a good look at sky, her memories might be a little fuzzy but she seemed to remember who sky was at the very least. Looking over her as if trying to recall something, "You and my son...were fighting...are you...ok?". Oh right, they were still on bad terms when this all went down weren't they? Sky and Angel both shifting in place as the hug ended.

"Uh well...not anymore?".

She looked a bit confused and Amir stepped in.

"Maybe update her on that all later...she still needs rest...then you can tell her all about your new...relationship, she has a lot to catch up on". her memories were weak as is, trying to mess with them too had might not be such a good idea, the kids nodding as amir soothed his beloved. "We should send word to the others she's awoken finally, get her some more food and water...see what she's in need of...now that's she more mobile she needs some strength in order to stay healthy".

"I'll text my parents", sky quickly pulling out her compact, "Uh...i think we have a room, well actually a bed in our small safe room, for you already but i guess you want to stay here tonight if she's well-". she nodded to his queen and all he gave her was a nod, it was not a shock at all, though really the biggest thing to ask was what angel wanted to do.

"Angel?".

He knew why she was asking, and he suddenly felt stiff, all eyes on him as he took into consideration what he wanted to do. He didn't want to leave his mom's side, but there were reasons why staying with her right now might be a bad idea that he had to consider. He took a minute to think about all the choices before making the final choice for the night.

"I...still want to be in the bunker...", he admitted, though he seemed extremely torn about his choice.

His father's look making it even worse.

"I-...", he started.

"I get it"., sky said, sending him an understanding look, Amir nodding shortly after in agreement.

He probably didn't want to have a panic attack of some kind in front of his own mother, even if he was happy to see her again. Sky didn't need him to explain anything, he didn't have to, no one could blame him in the slightest for being too scared to handle that right now, patting his shoulder and reassuring him. "It's ok, you can hang out with her tomorrow, tomorrow if i can...i'm gonna see what that mess was back there...with celeste and luna".

"Alone?".

"Well i can't be left alone, i have guards...but i will bring a friend who can help...probably landon, because he's neither busy nor out of the loop on what happened, like jeez...he gets into more trouble then me". that made the prince laugh, "Well, i hope you can put it to rest...whatever celeste and landon's deal is...um...thank you...for...making all this happen".

"Hey, it's ok, i'm just glad y'know...things aren't how they were anymore...it's nice".

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Sky? You still in there? Can we come in?".

Her mother wasted no time at all making it here the moment she got the text, Star not even waiting for an answer from her child before coming inside. She looked very happy to be away from her own mother as she looked among the small family. "Oh..oh my, you weren't kidding, she's...". Before she could say anything the king had placed a hand to her mouth before apologizing under his breath.

"She's just awoken and needs a little space, please don't freak her out too much".

Star ceased her excitement quickly, just looking at the spider queen, "I'll let everyone know right away, anything she needs come right to me and let me know, i want her to be as safe as possible in here. What does she want to eat? Are her pillows too uncomfy? Maybe we can grab some music to trigger some more of her memories, i hear that helps a lot-".

"I'll let you know", he said gently, "Thank you for caring so much".

She tried to get ahold of herself, "Yeah of course, besides, anything to stop dealing with my mom's nagging is good in my book, oh...speaking of which". Star faced her daughter, yawning, "You probably should head to the safe room and get ready to go to sleep soon, not trying to kick you out of here sky, but we do have a little bit of a curfew and-".

But the princess didn't protest further, "Yeah i got it...just uh...i'll meet you back there...right angel?". The boy glanced to his parents, clearly not too willing to leave them but knowing he had to, he started with a wave, before his father pulled him into another hug. He was going to need time to get used to this, leaving the hug to head out with sky. as he gave his parents one last look before they left.

"You and your dad...seem to be on better terms", she pointed out, a smile on her face, "Told ya".

"Funny, but...yeah we talked...it was nice, i've never had a conversation with my father like that before, i wish i had...but...i really appreciated it now", there was a warmness in his chest he hadn't felt in a while, a weight lifted off his chest. "I have so much to say to my mother but knowing she's ok...i never thought i'd see it so...it's so...different".

"I'm sure she'll have questions".

"I would too if i was her".

"What would you ask first?".

"I'd ask if i'd woken up in some kinda alternate reality for one", he was kidding but there was probably some merit to that statement. "Maybe once she recovers more memories...if she can...maybe we can figure out what actually happened with her...". Oh right, however that thing got inside her in the first place, sky's mind going back to luna's bizarre theory.

Maybe if they all could recall who attended that party they might actually figure out who had done it, meteora or not.

At this point sky was just as willing to believe luna would make up a story about meteora just to get her in trouble and keep her from getting her in trouble, in wouldn't be the most unusual thing sky could see luna doing, she was a manipulative person. But maybe there was more to her ideas then sky was giving her credit for, and if the family could recall some memories of that day a bit more clearly...they might be able to clear that all up.

But no point in bothering angel with it now, he needed a break and it was something better asked later when her memory was slightly better.

Angel noticed sky hadn't said anything in response and nudged her, "It's ok, i'm fine talking about it, we need to deal with it...someone did this to her and we're going to find them, right away if we can". He took a deep breath, letting it all out, "It could have been a complete accident but we won't be able to rest easy if there was intent behind it...we just...i never want to see that happen to anyone...again".

"You might not get a full answer, this all started so long ago...so...anyone who could've done it might not be around anymore".

"Yeah, but it's worth looking, it's my mom y'know? If it were your parents you'd want answers too, and i want answers", there was a slight bit of anger in his voice in that last bit, he seemed determined, more then determined. The pair finally heading inside their safe room to the many still inside it, but they clearly had a main target in particular, Celeste.

Who was already being lectured with Landon by his mother, which probably meant grounding was afoot.

Though the kids coming back had gotten their attention away temporarily to welcome them back safely as their attention turned back to the troublemakers. "-getting into fights is dangerous, not just for you, but to nearly expose your identities to the rest of the castle, were you really so angry at luna you were willing to actually risk your identities?".

Celeste didn't fight back, guilty, head hanging as she sat in silence.

"Luna is not a good person and she clearly hurt you, but why would you go so far? Why'd you let her out?".

Celeste still didn't respond.

"She wasn't thinking mom, don't make her feel bad, i let her in-", landon mumbled.

"Yeah but you let her in to talk to luna, not to fight her, that was celeste's idea landon".

"I know but-".

"Then this is still on celeste, not you", they weren't intending to be so harsh on their son but this was a situation he had no need to blame himself for, he had no intended for this to happen and he clearly had tried to stop celeste when he figured out what happened. Landon shutting down as more focus was put on his sister, "Celeste, your anger has gone too far...you need to sort these feelings out or you might hurt someone.".

"I'm allowed to be angry-".

"Yeah, but you're not allowed to hurt or attack anyone, much less break out someone to fight them...you should know better, you might be trying to do it for everyone who was hurt but doing so without considering the consequences was a very selfish motive, even if you were reasonably hurt. I'm not saying this to be harsh, but because i don't want one of you getting hurt anymore".

Their voice getting softer as they got down slightly, hands resting on their knees, "Celeste, please do better...if you care about everyone, then you need to work on yourself as well...and keep yourself from doing reckless things in rage...maybe you and tom can talk or something, he's pretty good at stuff like that, working on keeping his anger issues in check".

"Why are you guys so...chill about all of this?", her question was sudden, catching marco by surprise, "Luna was such a pain and she made people mad and you're more mad at us, the people who are hurt and not at her...the one who hurt us in the first place". Marco blinking at her, not answering right away, actually considering what she was saying a little more then they would've thought.

"Well, i'm not claiming you're at fault and luna isn't, she is more at fault for hurting you...i don't mean to like...make you feel as if we're targeting you...it's just, your behavior is just...unhealthy...for you...it's eating you up...i can tell. it's ok to be mad and hurt about everything she ever did to you, but attacking her and lashing out at her is...dangerous, and i don't think it's making you feel any better".

"Only i know how i feel, not you...".

"Celeste...luna was locked in her room", sky headed over, angel tagging alongside her, "She wasn't threatening anyone, you came to her this time, if luna had intended to hurt someone, it could've been...bad. Look, she's...hurt me too, and judas, and landon, and everyone actually...to be honest, i want to kick her in the face sometimes too but well...it doesn't help our situation or make us...less sad really".

She tugged angel forward, "I mean, beating him up before didn't make me feel better...talking to him and well...working stuff through kinda did, and y'know like...you don't ever have to like luna...if she doesn't want to work things out with you, then yeah...i mean it takes two...but beating her up is just going to make things worse...especially when she's in the position she's in".

"Someone needs to stand up to her...needs to tell her off for what she did, and make her understand...", it was hard to explain, but she did...care about these people, and something about them being hurt...nagged at her, it made her mad. She was grumpy and cranky but nothing mad her more mad then people like luna, and she had an instinct that she needed to speak up.

"I'm glad you stood up to her", sky said genuinely, nodding, "It's nice, but...you don't gotta make her do anything, if she's not going to change then she's not going to...you stood up to her and that's enough...ok?". Landon had to agree, "Hey i'm...i'm sorry if i was pressuring you to make amends or something, i guess...it's easier maybe for me to let it go because i barely talked to her and she's not my sister...not so much for you...you really don't have to...if you don't want".

The scene had become the center of attention now for everyone inside the room at the current moment, some speaking to each other and others looking as if they wanted to speak up as well. But celeste nodded, speaking up before anyone else could, "Look, i never meant to like...hurt anyone...or try to hurt anyone or...if i did hurt anyone...i'm...sorry ok...maybe i do...jump into things i care about...too much and get aggressive...".

"Maybe?".

She glared at landon before finishing.

"Fine, i guess trying to fight luna was dumb...i probably would've gotten my butt kicked maybe, with her stupid training and everything, but i don't regret standing up to her dumb face". No one could protest to that, landon patting her back, "Hey well...i'm at least glad you like...really care about the rest of us to stand up to her like that, it's still really nice...".

"Don't mention it or whatever...i just wanted to push her back a peg...cause knowing her she's going to continue thinking she's right about everything with her smug face and never say sorry for what she did. ", she mumbled as marco stood up, "Alright, i hope you've learned at least something, i'll warn you for now, but no more, maybe just take some time today to yourself and work out some of your anger you have pent up".

As much as celeste didn't like being acknowledged for having such issues, she had to agree, she probably needed a moment to herself to cool down and rest, pulling herself together so her mind wasn't so focused on luna and just luna. She stood up and headed off to take a moment to herself, landon letting her as he did the same. Half for his sake and half his own, he had practice to get to.

Conflict finally resolved, everyone returned to what they were doing, sky being approached by the adult, who looked more the relieved to have handled that situation well without causing more conflict. "Sorry about all of that, i'm sure after coming back from seeing the queen you didn't feel like dealing with teenage anger issues but it's just life around here now".

"It's ok, we uh...wanted to know more about how things escalated so badly...we kinda had to come back here, angel's mom fully awoke and-", she was stopped right there, marco's eyes practically popping from their head, "Wait, she's up? Oh wait a minute". They pulled out their phone and took a good look at their most recent texts, oh shoot, i missed these because i got so caught up with those kids...i can't believe it! I'm so happy for your angel!".

Marco quickly pulled him into a hug, angel's body feeling crushed by the human's strength.

"Thanks...it kinda just happened, we got lucky".

"Oh no no, i don't think so, i think most likely your voices helped the process a lot", marco let him go and rattled his hair, "You jogged more of her memory and that's a good thing, it helps a lot, hopefully more can be jogged in the future if they aren't already lost. I bet your dad has a photo album or something to recover what he can, it won't be perfect but it should help...and at least she's not being drained of her life anymore".

"Dad's being careful, fragile memory right now...don't want to break it", he sounded so meek about it but the queen understood, "Hey this is a good thing, good news is great after all the stuff we went through recently, one less thing to make us all panic...now we can just focus on the other things instead. Like moon annoying star and...judas...".

Their voice softened.

"Jude's still out?".

"I doubt he won't be back before curfew and he's under guard but...yeah, he worries me a little...granted though, it's only been a few hours so it might take time, give him a few days, he might feel a little better after he has had some time to process it, as friends of his you just need to help support him and not make him feel alone through this, i know this whole thing must be rough on him".

"Well he doesn't usually isolate his family and friends like that, so yeah, of course this is weird for him...i mean i'm his best friend and he didn't even...LOOK at me during dinner", sky tugged at her hat, head tilting in thought, "Maybe some time will help, i guess we'll just see but uh...angel and i could still do something for him anyway, y'know, like we mentioned before".

"It's sweet how much you care about him, really. Today was a rough day for him, so we'll see how he does in the morning, in the meantime we'll keep checking up on him and letting him rest and whatever he needs right now, he can stay out of all of the rest of the commotion if he needs it. In the meantime we'll keep working on our plan and throwing ideas around, just...be prepared to deal with whatever Moon might change", marco's expression turning uncertain, "She's smart, i'm just worried...when she and star don't get along...".

"Right, fighting and whatever...great", three generations of butterflies that don't always get along, nothing could be better of course. They were so close to having a plan set to catch this person and this had to happen, angel managed to get out of today pretty alright but sky and her family problems were not going to end so soon and nor did much of today's events reassure her.

Marco caught onto her tone and tried to send a smile her way, "We'll move past it, and hey, maybe it'll be a good thing...you've dealt with your mom pestering you so much it's been so long since she herself had to deal with her mom pestering her. Give it some time, and after this is all over, she'll be back to retirement, for now just focus on the goal and work at it".

"Thanks marco".

"Anyways, better we get ready to turn in, i'm taking the first watch, do a head count to make sure everyone is inside ok? We're not going to fully do the lock in without everyone, and judas and a few others still need to come back...which reminds me...janna is still..uh...talking to the guy right? You guys never passed by her or anything on your way back?".

They shook their heads in unison.

"Huh, yeah, as much as i don't want to, we gotta check on her...i'll let star know, update me on that head out ok?", marco headed off to text star, sky yawning as she and angel started counting and listing everyone inside already, catching waves from mason and nora as they passed by. Most of everyone had made it back safely, most of them talking and getting ready to sleep.

Though ignoring the obvious people who were still out there was one person in particular sky didn't see, nor did angel on their count.

"Hey, you see landon, he was in here when we came in and he never left right?", angel meeting her with a shrug. He couldn't have left, the place was guarded, and it wasn't THAT big either, he had to be around here somewhere. The two wandering off to see if they could find the strange demon boy somewhere, checking around furniture, inside sleeping bags, and around the walls.

Not finding much yet, they then checked the bathroom, which he wasn't in either.

"He can't have left...but where is he?", something was up and last thing she needed was another missing kid around here, angel sniffing the air to see if he could pick up the demon's scent. Problem was landon had been all over this room and there were so many other people it was a lot of scents to weed through for the young boy's nose, though as they got close to the food supply storage he seemed to hit something.

"He smells strongest here".

Sky pressed her ear against the door, she could hear minimal noise going on inside but for all she knew it was just the coolers to keep some of the fresher stuff somewhat preserved. If landon really was in here though, what was he doing? He had to have had a reason to wander off like that...so quickly too, was he up to something again behind their backs?

Guess it was worth looking into at the very least, just in case, or if something else was happening.

Sky wished she had her wand on her, taking a deep breath before opening the door so fast it startled the demon inside. Landon falling on his back, his violin in his hands, caught off guard by the interruption. He was mad at first, but then embarrassed the next, clinging onto his violin like it was the most precious thing in the entire world. Sky though, just looked confused.

"You sneaked away to play music?".

The boy was red-faced, "Uh..y-yeah...i can't play with all the noise going on so uh...i found out this place was pretty quiet so i came in here to play, you should've knocked...you scared me". He fumbled with his instrument, pulling himself together, "You wanted us to knock on the food storage door? Dude, we didn't even know you were in here, it's not your bedroom".

Landon looked more embarrassed.

"Fine, whatever, can you not bother me though? I wanna play music in peace...", he shot them a look as he tried to go back to playing, and sky sighed, annoyed, about to leave as angel looked at the boy more closely. Landon annoyed the prince was staring at him, "Hey, angel? No offence, but i'm not that comfortable with people watching me play right now, if you don't mind...i'll be right there to bed in a minute...".

Angel still looking at him as sky mumbled something and dragged angel out of the room, shutting the door behind her.

"He's lying".

"What?".

She turned to him so quickly she nearly scared him, "He's lying, something's off...i can tell...". She nearly forgot angel was practically a lie detector right now and getting better at telling the signs of a liar. Her eyebrow raised as she looked back at the door they just came from, "Jeez, again? How many times is landon gonna like...not be truthful about his actions to us? You really sure he's-".

"I think so...he's showing some of the tell tail signs i was warned about so could y'know...hide everything i was doing", Angel looked back at the door, pressing his ear against it ," But...tt just sounds like the faintest sounds of him playing violin if anything...like i can still smell him so he didn't teleport anywhere or anything". Sky pressed her own ears against the door, giving the prince a look.

"Monster hearing?".

"It's not THAT much better for my species then you, but i think i hear some violin".

"Well if you can hear violin, then maybe he isn't lying...?", angel didn't seem sure though, sky had no reason to not believe him, his track record so far had been accurate but right now she had no idea what landon couldn't be truthful about and if he was playing music in there...then there was no harm in that, could always be a small white lie in case he was embarrassed or something.

"Look we can't just barge in there again, we don't even know what he's lying about, we'll just like...keep it in the back of our heads or whatever...worry about it later", angel could agree to that at the very least, putting a pin in it for later. At least landon was inside the area still and not out there, so they could count him as being safe, they could worry about this later when it was important.

The pair heading back and finishing their headcount when finally, after what felt like awhile, judas came in.

He still looked...not like himself, but at least he was ok, even if he did basically go right to bed without so much of a greeting to anyone else. Everyone giving him his space and letting him by, knowing he probably needed it. After that star made it back after doing what she needed and janna followed behind and her expression was enough to send chills down anyone's spine.

Guess there were no doubts she finally got something out of their prisoner, even if it meant missing out on dinner completely. And without a word she went right into the kitchen to eat whatever was left out for her to much on, marco huffing as she passed by and headed right to star for imput on what might of gone down while they were out.

At least everyone seemed to be here and safe and sound.

Though going to sleep right away was stalled as Marco got the attention of the room, everyone still getting dressed and preparing to sleep another long night, "Alright everyone, so it seems janna decided to go a little far in our investigation and find out what she could from our prisoner...moral issues aside she did manage to get a little bit of new info out of him".

"It's got nothing to do with their identity right?", Mason asked sweetly.

"No, he knew nothing about that apparently, he was kept pretty in the dark about a lot of things, but it seems he did know some things he never let on about.", they eyed janna, who raised her cup of juice triumphally before shaking their head, "Anyways, so he knew about the room and what this masked person turned it into, they knew about bernard being kidnapped and-".

The brown eyes looked to star who continued on.

"Yeah so, according to janna, so yeah the guy didn't know about them being a criminal, but they did know they used magic since apparently they used it to scare him into letting them stay. Though i guess he was lied to to an extent, apparently he thought bernard was some kinda criminal himself and they were capturing him...though it seems he himself didn't fully believe it".

Everyone could hear Queen Spiderbite huff in the back, "Anyone who dresses like that is bad news, if he was really sure of himself that something was off, he should've saved that boy, but he let it go on, he should be ashamed of himself frankly". Nora looked over at her mother as if to remind her that she had locked nora up for so long, even longer then the kidnapped human had been and her mother turned away with a sigh.

"Whomever also went out, like, a lot...mostly at night, to collect items he said, though he was never allowed to actually see most of them, he could hear them do things down there, assuming it to be magic of some kind. Which is exactly why it's great eclipsa is gonna give us results on that pretty soon so we can figure out what that was all about". Which reminded sky eclipsa was out and had not been hanging out in here with them, choosing to sleep in her tower on her own terms and looking into evidence inside of her room.

She hated to admit it, but she missed her a little, she was preferable to all the mom-drama that was going to going on for a good long while by the looks of it.

"Oh and uh the biggest thing he apparently wanted to be so hush hush about? He-".

"Saw her hands boi!", janna said, pushing her way in, "Turns out, they're purple, like...dark magic purple, dude accidentally walked in at the wrong time and caught the wierdo without their gloves on, they're not only butterfly magic based, but they were doing some shady type magic, probably recently too since they really should've had their hands clean in the magic dimension too".

If that was meant to reassure them it wasn't working, everyone looking nervously upon each other at that mention. But janna seemed rather pleased with herself, "Yeah, no wonder he was scared, he saw something he shouldn't have and they got PISSED about it...guess they never wanted anyone to know they were dabbling in magic like that, much less their accomplices".

"So if they're using dark magic...should we be concerned?".

"Well, obviously yes", marco huffed, pinching their nose, tired, "Dark magic is no laughing matter...it corrupts those who use it and can be utterly uncontrollable, if it's being used, i'm not sure what we're in for...especially since we don't know what they're even doing...but if it's involved...we need to prepare for anything, and i mean anything...corrupted unicorns, deadly blasts, the destruction of the universe!".

"I don't think well...they want that...".

Angel untied his hair, the hairband being wrapping around his arm, "If they wanted to destory us like that...then...all of this beforehand...would be pointless...whatever they need to do that magic for...it's gotta be something...different". He crawled into his sleeping bag and laid down, wanting to try ad rest without being sad or scared about his future.

His mother came back, he just wanted to sleep on that feeling.

Marco paused, "Well, alright, we'll talk more later then...but it'll be good to update all of you on this so we can properly address it later, for now, just get some sleep ok? We'll get eclipsa to look into it later...she's more knowledgeable on the subject matter then any of us". Star huffed, "Does this mean we gotta tell my mom about this finding too, you know she'll freak".

"You know we have to star".

She groaned and headed off to sleep.

The room silencing down once again as everyone went to rest, most of them trying to get as much as they could without nightmares. This of course was when landon got back out of his sleeping bag, heading to the bathroom and hoping his father who was on guard didn't notice the violin he was still holding as he locked himself inside, he had a lot of practice to do

Judas was a little better over the next couple days, not completely better but at least he was making eye contact with his best friends again instead of being by himself and moping as he had been. He did want comfort to an extent, even if he was trying to handle this issue entirely on his own, it was hard for him to not want to have supportive friends around him throughout this.

He wasn't talking as much, but he wasn't avoiding them either, which was an improvement.

No one really wanted to push him, he clearly needed time to really think about things and he could talk about it when he wanted to, it just currently made things super strange. Judas was basically hanging with them just to hang out, but he wasn't really interacting with them at all, following them around like a fly more then his usual self. No one pushed him away, but they wished he was back to himself.

That didn't stop anyone from trying to cheer him up, giving him updates, sending him treats, and complimenting him when they could. For now it was all they could really do unless judas was comfortable going any further. Walking around was probably good for him anyway, he wouldn't be much better locked in his room like landon used to be...or...still was seemingly.

Angel spent nearly all hours of the day with his mom, Nora with him, alongside her parents.

They had to be there, they were the ones mostly in charge of her medical care. Not to mention angel's father would not let them leave, desperate to thank them in any way possible for what they had done for his family. This tended to be the reason sky was paling around with sunny and lexi more then anyone. Working on their disguise plan and spending time together when allowed.

Judas tailing them from behind, listening to them as they talked about the weird stuff that was going on. Including his brother acting funny, not that that was a surprise to really anyone at this point, though sunny seemed to think landon's secret was more related to his crush then anything else. The girl giggling to herself, "Mason is telling me landon's working up the courage to confess real soon, he's probably working on a song for it...don't worry".

"You really think so?".

"Yeah, i think so...it's personal, let him be with it".

Guess her assumption made at least a little bit of sense, easing sky's worry for a moment as sunny tightening the dress they were working on together. "Well if he is he doesn't need to hide it, we all know about his crush, we'll all support him if he needed it...and i'm sure having his crush sent back to earth with bodyguards is something that might warrant help and support".

"Well, he might want to do this one on his own, his crush".

"Yeah i guess so, dunno why he has to make it so weird tho, like hiding in the food locker? Weird place to practice...but whatever.", she snipped at a ribbon, tying it on carefully, "I wish him luck though, like i hope he does a good job, maybe if he's lucky they can go to jude's coronation together as a pair, there's still time for it, matching costumes are fun".

"That's still only if his crush returns his feelings sadly, but i think he has a chance, they seem close", she fluffed up the skirt a bit, testing the stitching, "But for now, leave him be, focus on our tasks at hand, if things go well we can finally put an end to this. ". Sky eyed judas, who was still being completely silent on the bed nearby, licking her lips and shrugging".

"You know, after this, i can work on some costumes for the event as well...for all of us...i mean it'll take a lot of time, but if i have some help-", sunny's eyes lit up, "OHHHH! YESS, let me help! I wanna do something pink for myself, or maybe we can match in some way! I'll help you figure something out! We can start coming up with ideas now and work on them for the rest of the week!".

"Speaking of which, lexi? You still brainstorming over there?".

The girl sent her thumbs up, "Trying magic nets!".

Guess there were worse ideas of traps they could set.

"Alright well, good job! Let us know if you got any other ideas, we really want this trap to work!", and the girl went back to work, happy as can be to have her sisters around to work with her, "You been to parties like this sunny?". The demon smiling up at her, "I guess you're asking since i told you about my isolation, but yeah, of course i did! Not too many crazy ones like this, but i went to a few when i could, nothing like this though".

"Not as grand?".

"Nah, plus i was busy watching my little brother most of the time! Actually, i think the day i got stuck here...i was at a party...". sunny paused, her fangs prinking her lip as she thought back. "Yeah, i was at a party, my friends were there and my brother, i think it was a family party to hang out with my relatives and stuff, i guess to them it looks like i ran off or got kidnapped now..".

Sky pondered for a moment, "Did...i ever ask you guys about...getting here? Like...what happened? I remember you guys like...popping in and falling into the grass before you tried to blast me but well...i'm not sure what it was like for you, from your perspective".

"Maybe you asked at one point? It's been so long...i've been so distracted with all this stuff that's all been shoved into the back of my mind, i think less how i got here and more about getting back to see well...y'know, my family and friends again".

"Well, maybe something you remember could help us? Do you remember anything significant?".

"Well, i dunno...i think what i remember most was heading off to find one of my friends...then...BOOM, burst of light, and there i was in your grass...i did feel like...maybe i was being tugged on at one point but...that's about it, not as much i can say. It was all so sudden and i didn't know what was going on or if anyone else at home even noticed the light was happening really".

"You were like...pulled?".

"I think so? Not sure if it was by someone or because of magic though, i do remember a feeling of being pulled".

"Actually, you were all pretty dressed up the night i saw you, maybe you were all at parties at the time you came here...wonder if it was the same night in your dimensions or what...huh", sky really should've asked stuff like these way sooner. "You'd have to ask the others, though it probably doesn't even matter anyway, but it's interesting to think about at least".

Yeah, she could say that.

"Hey sunny...wild thought here, but you ever think...because of this multiverse thing...that there are multiple versions of us out there? Like...we can't be the only sky and sunny out there, because mom well...has many versions of her out there since you all exist, so like...i could've ended up with a different version of you, a nicer luna, an less abandoned lexi, a more cheery celeste", the demon shrugging simply to her wild ideas, "Well yeah, of course...i guess i don't want to think about it too hard though. Tons of you out there all doing different things can well...be too much".

"I get that actually...i guess it just makes me think about how limitless the universe is...that we are like...one of many outcomes, i guess it just really makes me think, the multiverse is kinda cool...sucks some jerk like omni gets to take care of it. Maintaining it's structure and checking out all the worlds that come with it, it sounds like a bit of fun actually".

"Well, your wand seems to be tailored to mutliverses...right?".

"I think so, i mean, the gem was at least".

"Maybe look into that more then, maybe it's your calling or something, getting involved with alternate universes. After all, we ended up in your universe, not the other way around, maybe getting involved in this stuff was something you were meant to be apart of. Sometimes things work in funny little ways and well, you never really know till you try".

Sky laughed momentarily, coughing on accident as she pulled herself together, "Yeah, i dunno about that, i can't seen myself doing something as crazy as that sunny. I mean it sounds like cool, but the guy was made for a job like that, it's not something a mortal can just...do. Besides, you know i'm not that good with my wand and my wand right now is in no condition for any of that".

"Sky it was only a suggestion, i just think you have great potential y'know? Besides, why not? Maybe a mortal can handle things in better ways, especially since you know better then they do, you're not gonna make a big deal outta a math problem or anything". Sky didn't seem so sure but sunny looked encouraging, putting her shoulder and working on the outfit more, her tail holding her other tools in the process.

"Every queen has their thing, maybe this is yours", the girl didn't seem to be buying it but it wasn't worth tossing out either, maybe if she had a little more time to think on it. If only she had the wand back, she might be able to look into that rare crystal, but it seems that was something better left for later, if she could even get to her wand again in the near future.

"Well, what is your thing sunny?", she asked it so suddenly that it caught the girl off guard completely, nearly scaring her, "I uh...well, i think it's my performances, not my uh..demon thing, at least that's what i hope it is.". She got back to work and didn't go any further on that point, the girls changing topics quickly as they finished what they had worked on.

Sky stepped back to get a better look at her work, finally happy to have finished it up, thankfully they didn't need to many too many of these, otherwise she might of been here all week trying to get them done. Sunny also actually seemed to do a really great job much to her surprise, she wasn't exactly as great at this like sky was, having made mostly small-scale stuff for her plays.

But she actually seemed to learn from what sky showed her and she seemed impressed with herself, and even lexi looked amazed.

"I haven't been this impressed with myself since i made my brother that hat, and that was the best thing i had ever made with my own two hands in my opinion, i wish he could see this, he'd be so happy", she cooed over the gown, smiling ear to ear, "I can't wait to use this, even if it's just for the sake of spying, it looks really convincing and well made".

"Thanks, i uh...i like making my own clothes, so this is just kinda my thing. I wasn't big on mom's old stuff and barely found clothing that i actually liked around here so...i started making my own stuff, sometimes my mom is picky about it but like...i remind her how she dresses and sometimes she shuts up about it. I like my hats the best, it gives me something to feel proud of".

"I'm not as good as you, but it's ok, you're more used to it".

"You kidding? You're much better then that time i tried to get jude to do stuff like this with me, he pricks himself constantly, big hands".

She giggled.

"Fair, you're just more experienced".

Judas looked up and at the clothing, smiling at sky and sunny for the first time since he'd been there, also seemingly impressed with the girl's handiwork, though he had seen sky's many works before, he never failed to let her know he thought she was talented. "Well, maybe you learned a few skills to take back home when you can then, teach your brother more about making clothes, working with people can really help", sky shrugged, sitting down more comfortably, "I'll let my parents know we finished these up for today.".

"Great, i nearly finished our script".

"Our script?".

"Sky, our cover is us being performers, we at the very least need to be so convincing they won't suspect a thing, so yeah, we need a script and we need to practice somewhat, i'll give you the first few pages soon so you can practice". Oh right, sky was so busy with the outfit side of things she forgot the whole reason they had these clothes was for a play, even if it was a fake play.

They meant nothing if they couldn't sell the fact they were performers.

Sky suddenly had flashbacks to the last time she performed during the party, when everything went so poorly that she broke something after nearly hurting her own mom it seemed. This was far less scary and she didn't even have that wand right now but she couldn't help but be reminded of it, and all the unpleasantness that came alongside all of it.

She urged herself to relax, this was nowhere near as bad as that, they were uncover and everything. Plus this didn't even involve any magic, so there was much less risk of her breaking something or hurting anyone in the process. At worst she made a fool of herself onstage and maybe possibly exposed their entire plan to people who shouldn't know about it...but at least she couldn't nearly kill anyone.

"You uh...wrote a script? When?".

"Freetime, besides, i like writing plays, i have tons of notes for scripts all over my room in the underworld".

"Do i have to get it perfect? You know i can't lie all that well and i can't act to save my life".

Sunny, clearly sensing sky's distress, patted her back, "Relax, you don't have to get it perfect, at worst...try improvising, like what you do with spells and stuff, if you really sell it like you know what you're doing, people won't eve notice you're not actually doing what you're supposed to do. We gotta be eyes and ears in that place for a bit, and we won't be alone either".

"I miss my wand..."she gripped her hands tightly, sunny's smile slightly fading. "If something does happen i won't have it to protect myself or any of you...i'm just...nervous going and doing this without it, even thought i know i have to." She felt sunny hug her gently, comforting her to the best of her ability, "Hey, it's ok, we can all fight, bring your little shocker thingy, just in case if you don't feel safe".

"I know, i guess it just feels like i was just starting to get good at magic and now i can't even really do it anymore...i can't dip down much or anything just yet either", even if she wanted to try to dip down more she didn't have the time right now to even do it, much less master it like a lot of queens did. The closest she got was flying with angel using her tiny wings but that wasn't the same.

"Well, we'll just do our best not to get into danger then, sound good?", sky lifted her head to her sister and nodded, that she could agree on, thought now she was thinking more about her current lack of magic. Dipping down might make her more powerful, enough to take down a threat like the one they were hunting, but there was no way she could get that good in time.

Right?

Sunny and Lexi packed up, having business elsewhere, which this time was sunny finally getting a chance to meet angel's mom in person, well, as herself anyway. Angel had been there every single day since she awoke so he was expecting them and they didn't want to be late to hang out. They made sure they had everything, waving to sky as they left, judas however, was still in the room. He didn't seem to want to leave sky's side right now nor did he have anywhere else to be. Sky was met with the silence of her room, unsure of what to say to judas lest she make things worse on him.

This was one of those situations where you needed to select your next words super carefully or you might get into serious trouble, or hurt someone you cared about, and sky worked herself up to look at judas and try and cheer him up. "Hey, so uh, they're heading out, is there something you'd like to do until my next meeting with mom involving luna and stuff? I promised angel to question what happened a few days ago but i got real busy with the outfits so i had to pull it back, but i got free time right now.".

Ok, slightly clunky, but not awful.

"You're trying to stop me from thinking about it, aren't you?".

Ok, nevermind.

"Judas, you're my best friend, we hang out all the time...you know that", the demon hunching in shame for his previous comment, "Sorry". His saddened voice got her to quickly reach out to rest her hands on his arms, "Hey, it's ok, i get it. C'mon, we should do something together, we haven't gone out just to have fun in forever it feels like, we could go and eat or watch a movie...don't worry i can confront celeste and luna later about stuff, you're more important right now".

"I'm sorry i've been such...a downer lately", sky gripped him tighter, head coming in to rest on his chest, sighing into her tall friend. "Dude, no one here thinks you're bad for being upset...it's ok to be upset, like...we get it. It's going to take time dealing with it...and y'know...getting better, like i had to be there since the beginning...seeing you deal with all of this pain...i can't understand it fully but...i know why it hurts".

"So...you're not mad at me?".

"Dude! Mad at you? You just discovered you spent your whole life in paranoia over something that wasn't even there! And it completely messed with your social life! And people attacked you for it! You have every reason to be mad and it'd be stupid of me to act otherwise! Jude, if you need space, it's ok...this is clearly not going to end in like...a week. We'll just take it step by step and figure it out daily...".

He nodded, sky parting from her friend and wiping at her face, tears leaking from her lips as she quickly composed herself. "Y'know, i was pretty freaked about my powers too, like...that i could hurt someone with them, but i think...i'm working on them...and doing better and if i can...you could too. You don't have to if you don't want to, but if you do...you could.".

"You know it's not the same-".

"Yeah i do, but i know that you judas, when you really want to do something, you'll do it. Take all the time you need and everything, if you need anything just ask, i'm not abandoning my best friend over this...not over us getting older or being royals and not over either of us having issues...we stick together...no matter what. So we'll take this day by day, ok?".

Judas nodding and rubbing at his own eyes, "I'd love a movie by the way, if...that's ok." His comfort right now was first and foremost, anything to help him deal with less and less stress. Sky took his hand and led him out of the room, followed close behind by their guards, better they head somewhere else and get some privacy. A movie night sounded pretty great, even if they'd be locked in a heavily guarded room.

"Hey, the dresses looked great for the record"

"Thanks jude".

The two heading inside one of the private movie rooms, guards blocking the door right behind them as they were shut in tight.

"HEY LANDON!".

Landon nearly dropped his violin, coughing as he spotted his brother pop inside of the storage room, smiling ear to ear as he so often did. Landon blushing heavily as he nearly crumpled up the paper in his hands, the younger boy spotting it and reaching out for it. "OOOO Is that your confession letter?! Can i see?! I can totally proofread it for you!".

Landon only tugged it further and further away from his curious brother. "Look, i'm glad you want to help and everything, but i really want to keep this confession thing mostly to myself, i'm not...really that comfortable with anyone seeing what i want to say...it makes me really embarrassed as is, hearing someone read it makes me feel so much more uncomfortable".

Mason backed away, sad, but understanding.

"Anyways, don't scare me like that, i already had enough close calls after sky and angel walked in on me, last thing i need is to hear them complain about me trying to do magic and going bad about this...my magic, my choice.". He grumpily tried to get back in position to play his violin but mason interrupted again, "Oh yeah, you learned any spells yet?".

"Not really, I'm using a normal violin, it's not like using that magic one".

He ushered mason to sit down next to him and his brother did so, watching his older brother intensely. "But yeah, i'm trying though, i get some glowing but not much else, granted, these aren't much of spells and i don't want to risk causing problems with a spell that could end up doing something awful anyway either, so maybe it's good i haven't made a ton of progress.".

"What spell are you trying to do? Maybe you aren't doing it right?".

Guess he never considered that before, he was practically doing this the worst way he could, going into it expecting something to happen without going for any specific outcome at all. Of course he wanted results but he also wanted specific results, and he could not guarantee that without some idea of what he was doing, his face enough to tell mason how little he knew what he was doing.

Mason quickly rephrased his question.

"What kinda spell would you even want to learn anyway?".

"I mean...maybe just something i could use...to defend myself, that's a good start right?".

Mason couldn't argue with that, landon going back to playing, trying to not get too distracted by the boy in the room as he patiently waited. Though it was hard not to get too distracted as landon's compact buzzed a little, mason quickly taking it to check and see what was going much much to landon's embarrassment. Though mason was faster then him and opened it up as landon missed the grab.

"Ohhh, you're still texting bernie?".

Landon covered his face, "Uh...yeah, we're still...friends and everything, of course we're still talking...i've just been asking how he's been doing and everything, though yeah, it's been awkward and everything back home...". He tapped his fingers on the floor and coughed, "He kinda sorta has been arguing with them about his magic stuff, i guess sunny like...called them out on how they treated his hobby or something".

"Oh yeah, i remember that!", mason exclaimed, reminding landon they were together on earth during that whole ordeal.

"I've just been talking to him, y'know? I don't want him to feel alone or unsupported or anything, it really means a lot to him that i like and support what he wants to do and everything. So yeah, we've been talking, he's been worried ever since it happened and he can't come and see me so i have to speak to him to update him on what's going on...but i have to be careful in case our phone and compact get like...bugged or something".

"You gonna confess using text?".

"Well, i mean, i hope not...but it's worth considering since we can barely go anywhere anymore...i know i have that old video i made of me sorta telling him and playing the song i wrote saved on there, but that was all just more practice...confessing through text just sounds...weird, granted i guess it'd be more weird to confess in front of his parents in person too right now".

"Wait, you record your songs?".

He shrugged, "Uh...yeah, sometimes, important to help me practice and whatever. I kinda keep them to myself mostly though". He then hear mason going through his compact, turning around and giving the boy a very angry look, "Mason, c'mon, this is still my private business, stop snooping through my phone if you really plan to help me our and take this seriously".

"Sorry, i just...i wanna see the video, maybe i could give you tips!", mason clearly meant no harm but he clearly had some work to do when it came to helping during stuff like this and well, not being intrusive or anything. Landon grumbled but at the same time maybe it wasn't too bad of an idea, as long as mason didn't do anything stupid and actually helped out.

"Alright hand it over, i'll show you where to go, last thing i need is for you to stumble across stuff you shouldn't on my compact.".

"Really?", his soft brown eyes actually seemed rather surprised at his brother for letting him see the video, landon huffing and scrolling through his compact. "Whatever keeps you from bothering me while i play ok? Just...don't judge, it's really personal and stuff...i'm not really good with people or crushes so...yeah it's a little awkward but it means a lot to me".

He handed the video over to the small boy who quieted down as he watched, landon facing away, not wanting to hear any of the things he said. He couldn't handle watching his own awkwardness, it just made him feel more embarrassed then he already did. Focusing on what he was doing and letting mason stay distracted so he could focus on his work.

He still had some music spells magic to explore and he wanted to keep most of the focus on that without his younger brother messing with him the entire time. He tuned out of his brother's noises as he began playing again, trying to focus his emotions, how did sky do this kinda stuff with a wand, much less her mother without one? It just seemed like a lot of trial and error.

He wanted at most a bigger reaction, nothing scary, but to feel like he did some real magic instead of his marks just glowing. His mom could do magic so he had to be able to do it as well, he tried a few more notes, getting a bit frustrated as he head his brother making more noise behind him. Landon put down his instrument, still red faced at knowing he was even showing this to his brother.

"It's cute".

"Hmm?", landon's ear flickered before turning to his brother in curiosity.

"This video, it's really cute, like genuinely cute".

Landon turned away, still very red faced, "It's not that cute...i look a little stupid in it, it looks so...messy with how i set up the camera, and i can't show something like that to him, i want to impress him and stuff...not look like a dweeb.". He could hear mason's wings fluttering, "I dunno, i think it makes it more natural, makes it more...you, professional footage and lighting is like...not your style, it makes the whole thing feel more personal and like you really mean it instead of like...scripting the whole thing".

Landon paused hearing that, biting at his lip.

"You really think so?".

"I'm not saying it like, in a mean way, i just think..i dunno, maybe your crush would like it more if it felt more real then like...rehearsed or fake, you don't have to i just think this whole thing is cute...bit it's up to you". Landon was silent, he never really considered it that way, he had been more focused on making this whole thing perfect so he didn't make a fool of himself there had been little consideration that the more perfect he made it the less "Him" it was.

Would he feel more like a fool for going through the effort to be perfect and be rejected or for being his genuine self and then being rejected? He didn't really know, but he did know he wanted Bernard to know how he felt and he at the very least, wanted to continue being his friend, even if he wasn't interested in him back. That's what he knew for sure, even if it was going to be scary.

Maybe he should send it? Rip off the bandage? He was going to do it soon but he also couldn't help but feel a part of him was delaying it, dreading the reaction he would get after the words left his lips, would it be better to wait or just admit to it already before he pushed back too far?

He was so busy being lost in thoughts he barely noticed that his compact buzzed again, bernard was sending him another response and mason quickly went to check what was up, seeing their last texts. There was the conversations landon mentioned about how he was doing and updating him and overall just regular expected conversations between the two.

But their last texts caught his eye.

Bernard: Hey, i know you've been quiet recently, you ok?

Landon: I want to talk about stuff, with you, but i'm not sure i can because of the situation

Bernard: Don't let that stop you, better you get it out then keep it in

Bernard: If you need space you can tho

Landon: It's complicated.

Bernard: Then explain it to me, i'll listen, not like i have much better to do anyway, i don't want you to feel like you can't tell me anything

Landon: Ok, maybe later

Bernard: Ok, text you back soon

There was the text landon got only a few minutes beforehand.

Bernard: Hey landon! Finally back from family stuff, text me back soon.

And that was of course where the new text came in, catching mason's eye.

Bernard: Hey, i don't want to intrude, not if you don't want me too, but at the very least can i ask if this is about me? I hope my parents didn't do something.

Guess bernard was not as unaware as he seemed.

Mason looked back to his brother, if he didn't say something, who knows what bernard might actually be thinking on his end without getting a response.

"Hey, he's texting you, asking you if you're acting funny because of him...", landon turning around extremely quickly at the words, still red faced and then quickly turning back around from his brother, escalating from his calm demeanor to utter panic setting in. "Oh no, i can't make him feel like that! Shoot shoot! Uh...if i don't text right away he might think it's actually true! I um...maybe just text him that it's nothing to do with that or, i dunno, just say he's fine".

"But...it IS because of him? You're acting funny because you like him, you'd be lying to him.".

"Yeah mase, i know, but...".

"Are you going to tell him, or not?", mason didn't meant to be so demanding but at the same time he couldn't help the words that slipped out, landon promised this time, was he going to back out again?

His words made landon freeze, in fact time felt frozen for the moment entirely, and whether he knew it or not, something was happening. His cheekmarks were starting to glow again, but not because landon asked to or wanted to, almost like a emotional reaction to the situation, mason staring at him in utter awe of what he was looking at, only for it to quickly be nulisshed.

Because though landon didn't intend for it to happen, his compact was being magically affected, moving from mason's hands, and mason reached out to grab it quickly before the magic could do something else. The demon's messy fingers pressing all over it as he fought against magic, landon quickly realizing what he was doing and trying to turn it off fast, his marks fading as he calmed himself down.

"What did i-? What just happened?".

"You tell me, you were doing magic just now! You were moving your own compact and everything!".

"I-I...was?".

It all happened so fast landon could barely process it, just that he was thankful mason was here to keep him from breaking anything and making things so much worse for both of them, "I've never done something like that before...it must've been like...the stress of confessing trigger my magic or something, that's...so unusual, thank god it didn't get worse".

Then he remembered the task at hand, "Mason, hand it back, i gotta text him right now".

Mason did not hesitate, handing it back to his brother before landon freaked out any further, landon trying to pull himself together before staring at the compact, completely frozen. His sudden reaction was whiplash for mason, landon going from panicked and scared to completely frozen was extremely unusual and that could only mean something was totally wrong.

"Landon?"

Landon didn't say anything, completely petrified in fear.

Mason crawled forward, waving his hand in front of his brother's face to wake him from his strange state. Landon dropped the compact in his lap and only then did mason see what was freaking his brother out so much, it seemed during the struggle when mason tugged the phone from the magic he really hadn't been paying attention to where his fingers had landed.

And sure enough, of all the things that could happen, right in their recent texts, was a very familiar video sent right out to bernard. Mason didn't even have enough time to process it before his brother got up and ran out of the room, shutting the door behind him and leaving all his stuff with mason. Where he was going? Who knows, but wit the bottom of the message having READ in large black text...there was no backing out now.

Bernard was texting back.

Bernard: Landon?

Mason quickly closed the compact, grabbed all of his brother's stuff, and ran out the door, his wings flapping behind him.

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“Me Again” chapter 1

here’s my Hosie fic that’s a continuation after 2:16 where the Mikaelsons put Hope into a new body until they can figure out how to wake her up.

The rumors spread like wildfire throughout the school the moment that the Mikaelsons set foot on campus carrying a coffin. Josie heard the news within 5 minutes and in 7 she was running through the halls towards her father’s office, the super squad hot on her trail. The door was locked which normally wouldn’t have been a problem, she would have used her magic to open the door, but she didn’t have it anymore. She felt like she was missing a limb sometimes, but maybe she needed to figure out who she was without magic to learn who she was with it.

Lizzie opened the door. It basically flew off its hinges, revealing the room packed with Hope’s assorted family members, some Hope recognized and some she didn’t, but the elephant in the large wooden box polished to a shine, with an ornate M carved on the top sitting where her dad’s desk should be. She didn’t have time to contemplate where her dad’s desk went.

Josie’s emotions got the better of her as she rushed into the room and she blurted out, ” Hope isn’t dead she’s just asleep,” the thought of Hope in that coffin made her sick to her stomach, especially since it was all her fault. The guilt stopped her from sleeping at night, it also managed to stop her from getting out of bed most days, which just left her with a lot of time to think. “ please don’t do this,” her voice was shaking and for a moment she feared showing this much weakness in a room filled with the most vicious creatures to ever walk the earth, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“We know that Josie,” Freya answered, being the only Mikaelson in the room that knew her personally,” but you have to trust us. We would never do anything to hurt her.” Josie knew she was right.

“Kids you need to let us handle this,” her dad said, in an entitled voice, like he’s forgotten just who’d been the ones protecting the school and fending off all the monsters, and surprise it wasn’t the adults. “Please give us the room,”

“No way, if this is about Hope we have a right to be here too,” Landon spoke up and they all pushed further in the room, shutting the door behind themselves.

“Let the kids stay Ric, they obviously care about her too and what’s the harm,” Josie didn’t recognize the man who spoke up for them but he had his arm around Rebekah so if she had to make a guess she’d say he was Marcel.

Her dad looked like he wanted to push this but Freya spoke up before he could,” Let’s get started. Where’s my niece Alaric?” as he moved to open the bookcase and get a still unconscious Hope, Freya turned to talk to the pretty brunette, small in stature, standing next to the coffin,” Davina will you prep the body?”

Much to everyone’s surprise, the coffin wasn’t empty, inside lay an unconscious young girl with dark skin, dressed in clothes from an era that Josie couldn’t place but she knew it definitely wasn’t recent. Kol removed her from the coffin like she weighed nothing and laid her on the ground. Davina lowered to the ground so she was kneeling by the body, and placed her hands on the girl’s head. She closed her eyes and started muttering to herself.

Her dad appeared with Hope in his arms but she was quickly taken by Rebekah and placed in the coffin. She closed the bottom half so only Hope’s face was visible, and she started murmuring,” Don’t you worry about a thing now darling, you are going to be just fine,” she touched Hope’s hair lightly,” and this old box is much comfier than it looks I promise, very spacious.” she was laughing slightly now, and Josie couldn’t understand how. Here she was putting her niece into a coffin because no one could figure out how to wake her up and she was laughing.

“You can’t just do this,” Landon spoke up, his entire body was tense, clearly distressed by the sight of his girlfriend like this, and Josie couldn’t really blame him. “She doesn’t need to go into that box, we can help her, we can wake her up,” he was close to screaming now and had definitely caught the attention of all of her family members.

It seemed like none of them were going to answer him so apparently Mg took that as his queue to talk,” so I think we’re all ignoring a very important thing here. Is Hope British?” Josie slumped against her sister, this was all too much.

Lizzie seemed to be thinking the same thing,” Oh my god someone hit him for me,” she growled. Kaleb was more than happy to oblige by giving Mg an annoyed smack to the back of the head. Kol was laughing to himself but Rebekah didn’t find it nearly as amusing.

“I’ve been called many things in my life but a Brit!” she exclaimed making a face,” I should eat him for that,”

“Peace sister,” Freya interrupted, she was lighting sage and waving it over the body of the unknown girl,” These children know not what they say,” she and Davina were prepping the body, but for what? How could this random girl help wake Hope up? Freya has a thousand years of acquired knowledge and power if anyone can figure out how to wake up Hope it would be her.

While Josie’s mind was spinning trying to figure out the Mikaelsons plan, her friends seemed to be stuck on the whole European accent thing. “Where are you from then?” Raphael asked.

“Everyone just be quiet please,” Lizzie hissed.

“We’re from Mystic Falls,” Kol answered. That wasn’t news to either of the twins, they’d grown up on the stories of this town, watered down of course, but as they grew they figured it out for themselves. However, Kol must have noticed the shocked looks on the other’s faces,” I thought you were supposed to be teaching these kids Ric. I guess they’re failing history class,”

“We’re ready,” Freya stated standing, effectively ending the conversation. Josie leaned forward in her seat. Her heart was in her throat, this was on her, whatever happened to Hope was on her shoulders. Hope was in this state because she was trying to save Josie, from herself, from all the black magic she’d consumed and Josie had done this to her. Some dark alternate version of herself, but still her.

Davina moved to the far side of the room to stand by Marcel, leaving Freya alone to do the spell. She placed her fingers on Hope’s temple and began chanting, Josie didn’t recognize the spell, which was strange once you’ve learned the basics you can recognize them in most spells. She could pick up bits and pieces of words that she recognized, but none of these words were familiar to her. What kind of magic was this?

The body of the ground seized, and then sat upright, eyes flying open in panic and confusion. All of her friends shuffled around her, muttering and watching this new player in their strange game of chess. “What’s going on?” she gasped looking around at all the people around her,” Aunt Freya?”

“I’m right here sweetie, just breathe,” Josie’s heart beat out of her chest, and she brought her hand to her mouth as the realization of what had happened washed over her. “You’re going to be a little disoriented for a while but it will get better,”

“I don’t understand. What’s going-” Hope stopped mid-sentence as she saw her body in the coffin. She scrambled back, sliding on the ground away from her body and her family. Josie could only imagine how strange this all was for her,” What the hell is this?” she screamed.

Hope lifted her new arm up into her line of sight and examined it. Her fear seeped out of her as the pieces clicked together in her mind. “Your body is compromised, Hope, so we put you into this one until we can figure out how to wake you up,” Rebekah said and Hope sucked in a deep breath, before picking herself off the ground and going to the mirror. For a body that wasn’t Hope's, the look on her face was Hope to a T, concerned but curious and somehow completely pissed at the same time.

She paused for a moment examining her face and her hair,” we can’t just do this. I can’t just take over this woman’s body. What’s going to happen to her?” Hope exclaimed, unlike the rest of her family she was not ok with living inside someone else’s head.

“She’s completely safe, her mind has been tucked away and when we get you back in your body she will go back to normal.”

“Trust us, Hope,” Marcel started with a grin,” this is much better for her than where she was before,” Josie wasn’t sure what he meant but she didn’t like the way he said that. But by the look on her face, Hope had figured out whatever he was trying to imply. Instead of confronting whatever was going, Hope turned back to the mirror and brought her hand to her teeth. Her back was to Josie, so she couldn’t see what Hope was trying to do.

After a moment she was satisfied and turned back, now ready to pick a fight,” Please- please tell me you didn’t dig this woman up from the garden and stick me in her body,” Hope was trying her best not to scream, she was physically shaking as she spoke. Josie’s mind spun, everything they said went over her head but she imagined that was a good thing. The silence that followed was the only answer Hope needed,” Oh god I’m in the body of a criminal,”

Hope wrapped her arms around herself, making herself smaller. “She’s not a criminal, she was a scapegoat for a family of criminals,” he said it so nonchalauntly like it didn’t matter.

“That’s horrible,” Hope exclaimed.

“That’s politics,” Marcel responded,” but once you’re out of her head, her sentence is over and she’s a free vampire again,”

A lady Josie hadn't even noticed standing in the corner spoke up for the first time,”Besides, you’ll like this more than the other option, one of the crescent wolves volunteered,”

Hope paled and her eyes widened,“You’re right Keelin I do prefer this plan,” things settled after that, everyone started cleaning up and preparing the coffin for travel. The super squad stayed pushed back into the corner, staring at Hope like she was the new monster they needed to fight. Hope turned from them, refusing to meet their eyes. Josie’s heart hurt, this was all her fault and Hope was suffering the consequences right now.

After everything was ready to go, Freya turned back to her niece,”It’s time to go now sweetie,” the way she said it implied that Hope was leaving with them. Hope made a face, she didn’t like this suggestion either.

“Wait- wait I’m not going with you, not right now,” Hope stammered. The room was tense, it was Hope’s will against her family’s and Josie couldn’t imagine the fallout. The Mikaelsons all exchanged glances, like they knew this was coming.

Freya sighed, resigned, and Kol looked like we wanted to say I told you so,” We figured that’s what you’d say love, so you can stay but under one condition.”

“And what’s that?” Hope asked.

“Absolutely no monster hunting,” Rebekah answered, crossing her arms.

Hope surged forward, upset,”No that’s not fair, I have to protect this school” she waved her arms motioning to everything around her desperately.

“That is not your responsibility Hope,” Freya said,” and besides if something were to happen and this body died, the original owner would die and you would get sent back to you’re original body,”

It was Hope’s turn to be resigned. Her aunt made a good point, she lost half of her defenses and the one she still had she had no clue how to use. She was effectively a baby vamp. The school lost its best defender too, they would have to learn to handle the monsters without her. Without Josie too, Hope always told her that Josie was stronger than she knew but right now her magic was just too unstable, she was too unstable. Leaving the school undefended was just another thing Josie could add to her guilt list.

Hope’s family left after a long goodbye filled with hugs leaving them all alone in her dad’s office. For the first time Hope turned to face her friends, she wouldn’t meet their eyes. She curled in on herself, making herself smaller, it was the smallest Josie had ever seen Hope look, which was strange considering that this new body was taller than Hope ever could be.

Josie wanted to go to Hope and take away all the sadness and discomfort in her eyes, but Landon spoke up before she could,” Will someone tell me what the hell just happened,” he yelled. His words shocked Josie but they made Hope shrink into herself even more. How could he do that, couldn’t he see how shaken she was right now. Him yelling would only make this worse.

Hope turned and ran from the room, barely stopping the tears from rolling down her cheeks. Josie remembered all the hurt Hope had been through as a child, how she dealt with it all alone, choosing to push people away instead of letting them in. Josie couldn’t let that happen again, after all Hope had done for her, she couldn’t let her go through this alone. So she followed her from the room, leaving everyone dumbfounded, hopefully her dad could explain everything, but right now Josie didn’t need to know the logistics she just needed to know that Hope was ok.

Hope was much faster than she used to be, she disappeared quickly and Josie went all the way to her room without ever catching sight of her. Hope’s door was closed but unlocked, so when Hope didn’t answer Josie let herself in. Hope sat with her back turned on the bed, she’d changed from her period clothing into comfy clothes that suggested that even though it was still early in the morning Hope had no plans of leaving her room.

“Hey are you ok?” Josie asked slowly making her way across the room.

Hope turned to her putting on a good face,”I feel like I should be asking you that,” she joked lightly.

“I’m serious Hope, “ she pushed, stopping a few feet away from the bed,” It doesn’t take a genius to tell you’re upset,”

“I’ll be fine,” Hope said, finally turning to face her, her face softened when she saw Josie. She sighed ,” Come here Jo, you look like someone just kicked your puppy,”

She wanted to laugh but she just didn’t have it in her, instead she just moved and sat across from Hope. “I’m so sorry Hope, this is all my fault,” the words spilled out of her. She’d been carrying this guilt for so long, she just needed her to know, not that an apology would make this any better.

“It’s ok Jo, I knew what I was getting myself into when I went inside your head,” she shrugged her shoulders and met Josie with a soft smile.

Josie scoffed, unable to believe what she was hearing,”You can’t just do that, forgive me, I don’t deserve it,”

“Then it’s a good thing that you don’t get to chose when you’re forgiven,”

She reached and grabbed Josie’s hands in her own, trying to make her feel better, but Josie couldn’t handle it. She pulled away and made to leave,” I better go, I’m sure you want to be alone,”

She was halfway to the door, desperate to get back to her room and hide back under her covers, letting herself drown in her guilt again, but Hope seemed to have a different plan,”Are you planning on going to class today?”

“No,” Josie whispered. Truth be told she hadn’t been to class since she became herself again.

“Well then why don’t you stay here with me,” she asked,” we don’t have to talk or anything. I just have the feeling that neither of us should be alone right now.”

#Legacies #hope mikaelson #josie saltzman #hope x josie #hosie #ship: hosie #hosie fanfic #the mikaelsons #the mikaelson family #freya mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #marcel gerard #keelin malraux #davina claire

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CONSEQUENCES | CHAPTER TWELVE | LEGACIES/THE ORIGINALS

BOOK THREE IN THE SIDE CHARACTER/LILAH SERIES

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4TH OF J U L Y S A L V A T O R E S C H O O L

Landon was outside, trying to set up an outdoor movie session with Rafael. With his best friend in wolf form and no idea how to bring him back to normal, he just wanted to be able to make him as comfortable as possible. And that meant trying to make him a wolf den.

"So, I should probably tell you I moved rooms last month. Ours was getting painted, and I figured I'd move back in once you were, you know, you again," Landon said. "But if for any reason you become you while I'm out, like looking for ways to help you become you, I just didn't want you to go back and see that I wasn't in our room anymore and think that I bailed on you because I would never do that obviously. I also brought the photos of that mystery girl I told you about into the new room with me so the painters don't... yanno, mess them up."

Rafael approached, growling. Landon wondered what Rafael would say about the girl in the photos. He noticed that in the ones they had with her, he had a certain look on his face that Landon hadn't seen in a while. Not since Cassie. He wondered if there was perhaps something that had gone on between them, and if there was, he was sad that his best friend may never remember.

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"No matter what path I go down, it seems like a dead end. I mean, there were at least two other people with Landon the night Malivore was destroyed," Alaric said as he walked around town square with his daughter, standing behind people holding things to decorate for the holiday. "They left fibers, footprints, hair. I just don't know who they were."

"Maybe one of them is Lilah," Josie suggested. "She had to go somewhere, and if none of us remember her, the only logical explanation is into Malivore. And that's just the point of Malivore, if someone went into the pit, they'd be erased from our memories."

"Yeah, well, that's what's haunting me," Alaric replied. "Who've we forgotten? There was two others there. It can't just be this Lilah girl."

"It couldn't have been anybody we've known. There'd be keepsakes, photos, an empty bed somewhere. We only have Lilah's, so if someone else went into that pit with her, it's not someone we knew," Josie shrugged.

"Well, whoever they were, they were important to somebody."

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N E W

O R L E A N S

"Why is she running around and decorating the Abbatoir?" Rebekah muttered, watching as Lorelle went around the Mikaelson compound with Fourth of July decorations. "She doesn't even know that America is like, she's been dead for over a thousand years."

"Maybe she's feeling a bit patriotic," shrugged Marcel, grabbing her hands and bringing them closer to him as they sat on the couch. "Rebekah, I know you've been missing your brothers lately, and I understand you're upset with Lilah for not telling us about her identity sooner, but she's your family, babe. You guys already spent a thousand years without your niece, and now you want to spend more?"

"What does my frustration with my brother's daughter have to do with her mother running amongst decorating?"

"I think it's cute," Kol stated, making his presence in the room known as he walked over to the couch, placing his hands on the back of it. "It's Lorie's first holiday with her daughter. Maybe let her enjoy it."

"Perhaps we figure out how the mummy came back from the dead, and then we can deal with her being a mommy to Lilah."

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"I just can't get over the fact that he's your dad," Josh said, leaning against their kitchen counter munching away on a bag of chips while Lilah cleaned the table. "This is a bigger surprise than the look on your face when you found out I was gay."

"Let it go, Josh!" Lilah yelled with laughter, sending a playful glare his way.

He shrugged, "I'm just saying. You went from Lilah Desmarais, mysterious, small, and badass to Lilah Mikaelson, deadly, unkillable, and in love within the matter of weeks."

"I am not in love!" Lilah denied, placing her hands on her hips.

Josh rolled his eyes.

"Normally, you and I spend practically every waking moment together, either here or at Rousseau's. Since you've met Roman, we've hired him to work with us, and when you're not with me, you're spending time with Mommy dearest or Mr. Mystery Blond," Josh said, pulling out facts to hit his best friend with. "Lilah, we hired him because you two wanted to spend more time together. You can't tell me that's not you being in love."

"It's been a month and a half! I only want to be around him so much because his presence helps me unlock the weird deja vu feeling I get, like there's things I need to remember,"

"Time doesn't tell what love is and isn't, and the fact that he's the key to you're weird funk might just prove my point even further," shrugged Josh.

Lilah threw the rag she was using to clean up the table at him, accidentally knocking his bag of chips out of his hand. He stood there with his jaw wide open, looking at her like she had killed someone. She shrugged, walking out of the room.

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Lilah got to the Mikaelson compound, seeing red white and blue streamers and decorations everywhere.

"Lilah, be a dear and help me with this."

She was surprised when she saw Rebekah putting up decorations, but what really threw her was that Rebekah was speaking to her. Since her revelation about who her dad was, the relationship she had with the blonde was strained. She had been one of her best friends prior, and perhaps that's why it hurt so much. Rebekah hated when secrets were kept from her, especially since when she was rolling with just Klaus and Elijah, she would be kept out of the loop a lot.

Lilah walked over, helping her aunt put up some balloons.

"What is all of this?" Lilah asked.

"Your mother wanted to put on a little party," Rebekah explained, looking at her niece for the first time in forever. "And I'm not the type to turn one down. Especially not when it's in the honor of my family."

Lilah turned her head to the side, confused. It did touch her heart that Rebekah was finally acknowledging her, though.

"She wants everything to be extravagant. She gets to experience her firsts with her daughter, who's grown into a fine young lady," Rebekah said, before sassily adding, "Who obtained her auntie's horrible taste in men."

"I heard that," Marcel said from the balcony, where he was hanging up some more balloons.

"Good!" Rebekah called back. She turned back to her niece, "Thinking of poor taste in men, go invite that hot vampire of yours."

"You mean the one you practically threw in a dungeon?"

"We don't have a dungeon," Rebekah replied. "Though... not turning down the suggestion to make one."

"That was not a suggestion!"

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New Orleans during any kind of holiday seemed like a dream. The excitement, the music, the people, and the liquor. Lilah stood on the roof, faint music playing in the background. She had a drink in her head, onlooking the city her father helped build with the help of her uncle, aunt, and Marcel—who no matter what title Lilah gave him, it sounded weird considering he was married to her aunt.

The sun was well set, which only meant that the fireworks would be starting soon. Lilah reflected on her life, how she should've felt like she was on top of the world. But the brunette could've shake the feeling that this was all fake, that she was living a lie. She was unsure why or how, but she had the strangest feeling that this wasn't the life she was meant to live.

Someone stepped onto the balcony, and she glanced over her shoulder to see Roman. He smiled at her, walking over and wrapping an arm around her waist. The two of them hadn't talked about what they were, whether they wanted to be exclusive or anything like that. Lilah kept brushing it off to Josh that they were just having fun. She knew that when fall came around, he'd go back to work, leaving New Orleans and herself behind.

But it was nice. It was nice to feel good to be wrapped in someone else's arms. She couldn't remember the last time she let herself feel something so all consuming. She denied it though, denied that her knees buckled every time the curly haired boy looked in her direction.

She denied that her dead heart fluttered when he kissed her.

She denied that it almost made her want to cry when she thought about how his departure was inevitable.

She denied that it felt wrong almost, to love someone who played even the most minor of roles in the death of Hayley Marshall.

She denied that he made her feel almost the same way Stefan once did.

She was a lot like Elijah in that way. He was big on how true love was hard to find, something he himself believed to have only found three times in his life. For his daughter, however, she could only think of one instance where she had been in love, and with her new predicament, she felt that this might just turn into the second time.

She really was a little miniature version of Elijah, whether or not he raised her.

She heard the small hum of something being shot through the sky, both of them turning their heads to the sky. People started to pour out of the compound or go onto the balcony alongside them, the sound of the party coming outside. Lilah and Roman moved to the corner together, watching as the sky lit up in beautiful colors.

She couldn't help but hold onto his hands that were on her waist or lean back into him with a giggle. She moved her arm so that one of them was around his shoulder, and he placed a kiss on her cheek.

"Happy Fourth of July," he said to her.

"It's been a pretty epic summer," she said back, smiling ear to ear.

Seeing his wide smile and dazed eyes, she knew that denying it would only get her so far.

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A U G U S T

S A L V A T O R ES C H O O L

"Songwriting, stop," Lizzie said dramatically. "I can't take it anymore. Somewhere in Belgium, Penelope Park's black heart just exploded."

Josie gave her twin a look.

"You and Gizmo the Gremlin?" continued Lizzie, not letting up on her disgust about her sister and Landon.

"Actually, Gizmo's a Mogwai," responded Josie.

"Oh, God. He's got you speaking nerd!"

"Relax, we're just friends."

"You are not friends! You're a montage," pointed out Lizzie.

"It's been... fun," explained the brunette. "It's been like, actual fun."

"You know what's actual-actual fun? Mom and I taking the speed train to Rome for the weekend. So get your ass across the pond! Stop worrying about Dad, and stop worrying about whoever Lilah used to be—"

"Love you," Josie said, and Lizzie gasped and Josie practically press the end button of their witchy video-call.

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Josie and Landon looked all over the woods and the building out there, but they couldn't find Rafael anywhere. Josie and Landon continued to get closer, slowly falling for one another. Despite Rafael going missing, Landon and Josie talked about what things made them happy-ish.

Outside of the school, Dorian William's almost runs over a girl. She plays off how she knew Dorian, and acts like she's going to be on her way. She goes back into the school, knowing the gate code, feeling happy to finally be the place she called home, a place she had been longing for for who-knows-how-long.

She just wasn't expecting to come back looking for her best friends and her boyfriend, to see that they both moved on without her. That the people she loved would just fill in the gap she left when they can no longer remember her.

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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@akshi8278

it's come to my attention that you guys don't like lorelle... LMAOO. elijah was never the type to have good taste in women (the exception of hayley) i mean... celeste??? katherine??? LOL

also, i've talked about this before since others have commented about it before, but writing a book about lilah in the vampire diaries?? i've been thinking about it a lot lately, and perhaps i love the idea because i can't let go of lilah. i mean, she's my baby. she's the first character/first book where people totally fell in love with my writing, where people have stuck with me. so, on the topic of lilah desmarais/mikaelson having a series in the vampire diaries? yes, i want to write it.

it would be a bit of an 'au' i guess. nothing about that book/series will have anything to do with lilah's storyline here, since this timeline never has lilah go be in mystic falls until the salvatore school. the only thing that would be the same is who her family is, her backstory, her friendship with katherine.

i'm thinking of writing this series as a "spin-off" but that then prompts the question: what about with the mikaelson's leave mystic falls and goes to new orleans? lilah will get to choose between staying in mystic falls or going with her family. i am excited to start this spin off. it'll still technically be "book 4" of the SIDE CHARACTER CHRONICLES, but i may write this book and book 4 at the same time.

the names i want for book one is currently:

IN THESE CIRCUMSTANCES

DISCUSSION BOARD!!

· did anyone actually read the book plot i just ranted about?

· time skipped through july and august, and now hope is out! it does take them a while to remember hope, but... what happens when roman goes back to work?

· i absolutely loved writing the lilah and roman fireworks scene

· everyone's opinions on lorelle?

· opinions on rebekah and lilah's relationship

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freddieslater · 4 years

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To distract our hearts from ever missing them (But I'm forever missing him)

(So, I only remembered that Valentine's Day is a thing...yesterday, so this was Very rushed. But I'm forever going to be sad and outraged that Enzo's death anniversary is on freaking Valentine's Day. It's just cruel. Although, I may have made it worse with this Denzo/Bonenzo/sort of Bamon angst...)

AO3:

The slight scrape of a glass being placed down in front of him makes Damon lift his head. The new busboy who seems to have been stuck on bartending duty sends him an empathetic sort of smile. As if he can sense what's going on in his head.

Psychics are a thing, he remembers, and that only makes the pit in his stomach worse than it already was, because thinking about the sirens means also thinking about the reason he's drinking himself to, hopefully, unconsciousness so that this day can finally be over.

"I didn't order this," Damon tells him. At least he doesn't think he did.

He remembers drinking something and then putting his head down on his arms for a few minutes, but he had told himself that he would leave after that last drink. Go home, wallow there in the privacy of his own house, which thankfully isn't overrun with tiny witches and baby wolves and newborn vamps like his old one.

The busboy—Landon, he remembers from hearing Caroline mention him a couple of times, something about fire and wings—shrugs as Damon pulls the glass toward him all the same. He's not one to pass up a free drink.

"It's Valentine's Day," Landon says as if that explains everything, including his strange, most likely well-intentioned kindness. "And you've been here pretty much all day, which makes you the best customer I've had, so."

"Great," Damon says wryly. "I'm being pitied by a sixteen-year-old."

"It's not pity." Landon shakes his head and lifts a hand, pointing to the other end of the bar. "And it's not from me, anyway. Apparently it's an olive branch? Is she...like, an ex or something? Actually, you don't need to answer that, I'm sorry."

Damon barely registers his innocent prying, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion and already turning his head to look where Landon's indicating. In the second it takes, the possibilities of who it could be run wild through his mind like demons released from hell.

Katherine, somehow resurrected. Or maybe Sybil's back from wherever she disappeared. Or even Elena since she's meant to be coming back to town today, and they didn't exactly part on the best terms. Hell, maybe it's Charlotte, come back to haunt him at long last, or Rebekah, or—

Bonnie. She smiles over at him, a slight curve of her mouth, gentle and sincere despite the look on her face. Relief hits him in a wave, then it crashes down on him in a cold aftershock of dread, and guilt, and a painful twinge in his chest.

"Or something," he answers Landon's question, pursing his lips. He raises a hand to give a slight wave that's stilted and falters, before he glances back at him, feeling his questioning gaze. "Old friends. Had a...an ex in common, I guess."

"Oh," Landon says, nodding slowly.

Damon takes the drink and slides out of his seat, approaching the other end of the bar. Bonnie just takes a sip of her own drink; bourbon as well, he notices with another pang in his chest.

Stupid Valentine's day and stupid feelings, and stupid humanity switch that's gotten itself stuck constantly on the "on" side no matter how much he wants to shove it off.

"You hate bourbon," he states without greeting, deciding to just smash the ice instead of tapping away at it. "You said it tastes like a bad Christmas mixed with stale Halloween...whatever that means."

"Hmm." Bonnie hums around a mouthful of it, then swallows, smiling. "True. But Enzo loved it."

No warning, no flashing neon signs saying turn back now, or red flags waving wildly to get his attention. Just a calm statement, tossed out into the open air between them that's stifling and now thick with tension if it wasn't already before. Just hearing his name fall from her lips like that; the slight falter before, the way she emphasizes with a lilt of pain that he hasn't heard in two years.

Sighing, Damon sets his glass down and properly turns to her. "Thanks for the drink and all, but—"

"It's actually a bribe," Bonnie interrupts. "I spent last Valentine's drinking alone. Spent a lot of days doing that last year, and some of this year. Don't really feel like doing it again, and I've heard that you're a great drinking buddy, and just happen to be the perfect amount of self-loathing to wallow with me."

She glances up at him and motions to the stool next to her. Damon hesitates, just staring back at her. It's a bad idea, he can feel it. If he sits down, there's no escaping this and that's all he's really been trying to do for the last few hours. But when Bonnie rolls her eyes and gives a slight tilt of her head as if to ask really? he doesn't have much of a choice.

With another sigh, he sits down on the stool, much to her obvious satisfaction. Something about this doesn't feel right. He knows why, and he can't stop his eyes from darting around them despite knowing he's being an idiot. Still, the feeling of being watched isn't so easy to shake.

"So," Bonnie starts, and takes a drink, tipping her head back and swallowing in one go, "should I take a guess at why you're here, alone, on Valentine's day, as if we weren't best friends at one point and I know exactly why you're here, or do you wanna just cut the bullshit?"

"Right on the first guess," he says in answer, though his voice is tight, setting his glass down. "Self-loathing and wallowing. My turn: why are you back? I thought you were away travelling the world. Paris, Italy, Spain, or whatever."

Bonnie shrugs, but he's not buying the nonchalance. "Caroline and Elena said they were going to come back for the weekend. They wanted to do a slumber party sort of thing, for old time's sake, I guess."

"Could have done it anywhere else," Damon points out. "I'm sure they would have agreed that old time's sake doesn't exactly have the happiest connotations when it comes to this place. For anyone."

Bonnie sighs and her shoulders sink down as if defeated. He can hear the weariness in the quiet noise, and when she turns her head to look him in the eyes, it's hard not to notice that hers are bloodshot and puffy, and everything about her is screaming of exhaustion. It reaches through him and grabs hold of the part of him that is as well.

"Can we not do this?" she asks, shaking her head, all pretence falling away. "Please? This day's been hard enough already. I came here because...because I just thought, that with everything—maybe it would be easier..."

She swallows, trailing off, but she doesn't bother picking back up. He can't blame her. The hostility evaporates just like that, gone without a trace. It's hard for him to be anything but glad to see her right now, even if it's causing this clawing in his chest that makes him think someone's got their hand closed around his heart, except that thought makes it so much worse.

Because every time he looks at her, all he can see is who should be there beside her, and he knows that it's the same for her when he's around. It's one of the reasons they haven't seen each other since she left for Paris almost two years to the date.

"I'm sorry," he says softly, his eyes fixing onto the bar.

"No," Bonnie shakes her head, quickly wiping at her eyes. "Don't be. I know how much today sucks. For both of us."

Damon clenches his jaw, if only to avoid biting a hole through his cheek. He glances up at her from the corner of his eyes but stays quiet.

In all honesty, he's not entirely sure what he could say. Nothing is going to help either of them. This hollow pain that's burning him from the inside that he knows is justified isn't going to go away just because he's not the only one feeling it.

He stares at the glass in front of him then decides it can't do much harm and downs half of it. It does nothing to soothe the fire, just as expected.

It at least adds a layer of numbness to his throat and, slowly, the inside of his chest, so that's something. Not a comfort, but something. Enough to make his mind a little less focused. But it's brief, sharpening back up with a few long, stretched-out seconds that feel like minutes of silence.

"What do you think he'd say?" Bonnie asks abruptly, staring ahead with a narrowed gaze. There's a pensive expression on her face when Damon shoots her an exasperated glance before rolling his eyes and scoffing. "Humour me, Damon. If Enzo was here, what do you honestly think he'd say about us sitting here like this, drinking away our grief?"

The word grief pierces him like a stake. He hasn't been thinking of it as grief. Grief was what he felt when he thought his mother died the first time around.

It was what he felt when he thought he had lost Katherine.

Grief was what he went through all of last year over Stefan and knowing that he was never going to see his brother again unless someone decided to finally end his own immortality, which he would honestly welcome.

Grieving Enzo doesn't feel right. It's like a betrayal. With Stefan, he knows that it was his choice. He wanted to save Damon, to sacrifice himself, to go down in a literal blaze of glory and save everyone else, even if it meant losing everything for himself.

It's easier to accept that, because he made the choice to leave him. Enzo never made that choice. Grief feels like giving up. He promised he wouldn't do that to him again.

And Bonnie's question makes him uneasy. The shiver of eyes that aren't there, watching, separated by an invisible barrier. As much as he doesn't want to, he can practically hear his voice.

That stupid, practically melodic British voice that always somehow carried through into his laugh, vibrating deep in his throat and lighting up his face. The teasing tone he'd take when Damon wouldn't play along with his pointless mind games, and how he'd get up all close to him to soften his voice to a bare murmur that still rang clear as day.

The glass whines under the tight pressure of his grip. He sets it down a little too harshly, his stomach clenched and his throat tight. Bonnie looks at him, but he just keeps staring at the table, reminding himself that, yes, vampires do in fact need to breathe, but a little slower to keep that supposedly undead heart of his from pulsing right out of his chest like it's currently trying to do.

"Sorry," Bonnie says quietly.

"I think..." He blows out a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment to regain some sliver of composure and shaking his head slowly. His hands unclench, laying flat against the surface of the bar. "He would be lecturing us. For using him as an excuse to get drunk and be all self-pitying."

A small smile tugs at the corner of Bonnie's mouth as she makes a soft noise of agreement.

"Yeah, he really did hate that. He, uh, he would say we should be finding a reason to enjoy the day and not focus on all the reasons to be miserable, even if they outweigh the good." She nods to herself, staring at her own glass. "That even the smallest amount of hope was enough reason to push through."

"Always the soldier," Damon mutters to himself. He imagines he can hear the faint sound of Enzo chuckling, see him rolling his eyes.

Bonnie gives another hum of agreement, biting her bottom lip with a barely-there smile. Damon doesn't reach back out for his glass; as much as he'd like another drink, part of him is now aware of his own words and how Enzo would probably take it off of him if he was here. It's enough to stop him.

Neither one of them speaks, letting beat after beat pass, filled instead with the quiet noises from the rest of the bar. There are couples scattered out across the tables, tucked away in booths and huddled together with secretive smiles as they celebrate the stupid holiday.

Damon already hated it as it was, but when it also becomes the anniversary of someone's death, it kind of takes out any chance of ever enjoying it.

He watches Landon bustle around from table to table, trying to do all of the work on his own with the one other staff member. By the look on his face, Damon guesses he doesn't enjoy Valentine's day all that much either. Can't blame the kid. Love isn't all that it's made out to be. At least not all the time, and when it is, it doesn't last. The Enzo-voice whispers some crap about hope.

Then, as he considers asking Bonnie if she wants to head out somewhere else, for just a walk or to see Caroline, he could care less, she says, in a gentle voice, "I know you were in love with him, too, Damon."

Instinct tenses him. His heart leaps up into his throat. It's the first time anyone's said it out loud, acknowledged it. He never even did.

Not when he was trapped in that cell with Enzo for five years, the start of it all, not once throughout the fifty-five years he thought he was dead, not in the few weeks that he had him back, or even when he lost him again, and definitely not when he came back only to side with Lily.

And then Enzo was with Bonnie, and he couldn't say anything then, right? Then it was over.

He glances at her only for her to lock his gaze, holding him there, looking back at him. There's no anger. No annoyance that one would expect when someone reveals they knew that you were in love with their ex-boyfriend while they were still together.

There's understanding and openness, and an invitation to talk. Not to explain or argue. To acknowledge.

"If Enzo was here right now and heard you say that, he'd have the time of his life holding it over me," Damon jokes, but his voice can't seem to leave the edge of pain behind. "Bastard probably wouldn't stop gloating that he managed to charm both of us."

Bonnie smiles. That seems to be good enough for her.

"It was the accent," she says, playing along with a shake of her head. "It would make anyone fall in love with him."

"We just happened to be the lucky ones."

Surprise flickers across Bonnie's face, and he feels a spark of it as well. But then it fades away because he's right. He smiles, and Bonnie nods.

"We were pretty lucky, weren't we?" she asks, leaning her head against her shoulder.

There's a glint in her eyes, and he would worry she's going to cry again, but it's not sadness. It's that light; the one that comes with remembering the good things. The hope. Damn Enzo for always being right even when he's not around to know it. If he really is watching over them from wherever the hell he is, Damon just knows he's being all smug about it.

Yet his mouth still curves a little more as he nods as well, not bothering to put up an act anymore. It's pointless with Bonnie.

"Yeah," he breathes out a sigh. "Yeah, we were."

Silence falls back over them, and Damon knows they've got different memories running through their minds, but they all still come back to Enzo one way or another. To that hollow void that they're forever going to be left with because of him.

For Damon, forever could be much longer. For the first time in a long while, the thought actually scares him.

With a long, heavy sigh, Bonnie slaps her hands firmly onto the bar, drawing his attention. He raises his eyebrows in question as she pushes herself up, a determined glint joining her eyes like a little sparkle put there through a mixture of a couple of drinks and getting it all off of her chest.

"Come on," she says, motioning for him to do the same, "we are not spending the last...three hours of Valentine's day drinking ourselves to death. Enzo would be disappointed if we joined him too soon, and you know damn well he would find a way to throw us back here if he could."

Damon snorts, knowing that she's right, even if it would be impossible. "Alright," he says as he obliges, standing up. "Tell me then, Bon-Bon: where exactly should we go that wouldn't disappoint our dearly departed ghost of a..." he hesitates, his brow furrowing, "...wanna say boyfriend, would be wrong about that. Enzo the friendly vampire ghost? I mean, he certainly wasn't friendly the first time he was one, so I don't know how much fun he would be this time around."

Bonnie rolls her eyes at him and gives him a light shove to start him walking, already slipping money onto the bar for their drinks.

"Now you're just asking for him to mess with you," she points out, and he grins, shrugging. "But I don't care where we go. A walk around town, to see Caroline, or Ric. Anywhere that doesn't have alcohol."

"Then not to see Ric."

"Shut up and walk faster."

Damon's grin widens, and Bonnie returns it in equal measure. To his surprise, it doesn't make his chest so tight that he feels like he's having the air squeezed out of him by a giant, or like there's a black hole inside of him in place of a heart.

Enzo is still in the front of his mind, especially since one of the last times he saw her smile like that was when he was still alive and smiling just as wide. But he notices that the pain lessens the tiniest bit, and his mind latches onto that happiness instead of the loss. Maybe that's how he can do it.

Eternity. Maybe every valentine's day that he's going to eventually lose count of doesn't have to be spent feeling like he's missing something and wallowing, as Bonnie put it. Maybe every memory of Enzo doesn't have to be buried deep down to ignore the grief. Maybe a little hope for the future isn't the worst thing.

#enzo st john #enzo st. john #denzo #damon salvatore #bonnie bennett #tvd #the vampire diaries #valentine's day #fanfiction stuff

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thoughtsfromaclutteredbrain · 4 years

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Hope [Handon Fanfiction]

SUMMARY: "He knows her.

It's a gut feeling, an illogical thought that passes through his brain the second their eyes interlock. She looks surprised, or even shocked, but also pained, as if she may recognize him too, but he's never been good at reading people.

It's those eyes, he can't help but think. Bright blue and striking, full of chaos and calm and love and pain and so many other juxtapositions that he can't even count them all. All he knows is that her features look sad and fragile and vulnerable and all his brain can say is that he knows her..."

[Landon trying to remember Hope, then remembering her, and then finding his way back to her, all told through Ladon's POV, all canon compliant]

WORD COUNT: 4,364 words

Now available on AO3! Enjoy!

[Feedback is welcome. Hate will be blocked. Thank you!]

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He remembers her when he dreams.

On the edges of his mind; a vision so distant and blurry that he couldn't distinguish if it was a memory or a figment of his imagination. He wakes up feeling empty, like he's left a piece of himself back in his subconscious, trapped there and unable to escape when he opens his eyes.

She came in snapshots.

A laugh, echoing so far away in his that he could barely hear it, but that makes his heart race.

Soft blue irises, too blurry to distinguish, but clear enough for him to see the pain in them.

A voice calling his name, with so much passion and love in the syllables, in a way he has never heard before, in a way that was so familiar yet foreign that it drives him mad.

The gentle curve of lips, upturned in a smirk, amused by something he can never remember.

When he wakes up, he can feel the images haunting him, etched into his brain but impossible for him to figure out. While he sleeps, the images feel like home, but when he's awake, it feels like solving a puzzle with the wrong pieces. He can get the pieces to fit, but they never make the correct picture.

He feels like it's slowing driving him mad.

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He remembers her when he dies.

When he stands on the pier, he can't help but wonder why. Why he does this so often, almost like a ritual he's created with himself. Rafael would hate him if he knew, but he was thankful that this wasn't part of the paths he knew him to travel. In his wolf form, he stuck closer to the trees, hidden under the cover of leaves and night.

He tells himself he does it to silence his thoughts. To get a reprieve from pretending that he was the great savior who destroyed Malivore, from the frustration of not being able to fix Rafael yet, from the loneliness that settled into his gut, making him feel emptier than ever before.

But if he's honest with himself, he knew he was doing it because of her.

When he dies, she's clearer. As he jumps off the pier into the dark water, she came in visions.

He hears her voice. Not just his name, but sentences. The voice was just far enough away for him to not be able to make out the words, just far away enough that it's out of reach, that it drives him crazy.

He sees her smile. Not just a smirk, but a full, genuine smile.

He sees her eyes light up, full of happiness and love and beauty.

He sees a shaky hand brush hair behind her ear,

But when he dies, he feels her, too.

He feels the heat of a soft hand cupping his face. He feels the coolness of rings around the fingers, pressing lightly into the skin of his cheeks. He feels her gentle touch grazing over his skin, making him ache for more.

He feels the ghost of those soft lips pressing against his own. Carefully, cautiously, electrically.

As his consciousness starts to drift away from him, more comes. He smells her scent, soft and feminine and so painfully familiar that he swears he could recognize it if only he had a little more time.

As he sinks deeper, with the weight of the cinder block tied around his waist pulling him down and down, he feels the pressure of the rope replaced. Instead of the tight and unrelenting feeling of rope, he feels her arms wrapping around him, strongly but lovingly. Desperately, as if she's scared he's going to disappear if she dares to let go.

But it's not him that disappears. It's her.

When he rises from the ashes, flames dancing on the surface of the water, he can't help but wish for a second that he could die again, if only to spend a little more time with the visions.

But she stays trapped in his mind, stays submerged below the dark water, and he remains unable to figure out why these visions feel like the closest thing he's ever felt to belonging.

Maybe he's going crazy from stress. Maybe she's nothing. Or maybe she's the key to everything.

He's not sure, but he's sure that he will die again, whether it was by way of werewolf, vampire, witch, monster or even his own hand. But he was okay with it, if only to get another glimpse of her.

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He remembers her the moment he sees her.

He's alone with his thoughts, which is his least favorite type of lonely. He's had his headphones in, trying to use his music to drown out all the chaos in his mind about Josie and their date and the way she was acting and the fact that he felt even more alone now than ever.

It was only when the embers started to fall that he looks up.

He thought he was the only one out in the park at this hour. He hadn't seen anyone else around, and surely no other phoenix's were out rising from the ashes in the middle of Mystic Falls. But as he sat there, embers started to float around him, igniting the sky with tiny flames. It was odd, yes, but he was used to odd. Odd had quickly become his new normal since he stepped through the doors of the Salvatore school.

He feels himself stand up and turn around, his body moving on its own accord, and it's then that he sees her.

She's staring back at him, not at all concerned by the flames falling down all around her. Her hair falls over her shoulders, messily framing her face. Her expression is unreadable, full of too many conflicting emotions for him to even try to decipher them

But he knows her.

God, she looks so familiar that it hurts him. Maybe she just has one of those faces, or maybe she's what he's been looking for his entire life. He can't tell. All that he knows is that he can't find the strength to look away.

She's the first to break eye contact, walking away quickly with her head down, not looking back,, and the moment is over way too quickly.

And Landon is left figuring out why it feels like a piece of him was just ripped out of his chest when she leaves.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He remembers her, instinctively, when he sees her again later that night.

He's on a walk, the pale light of the streetlights illuminating his way in the dark. He's coming from the Mystic Grill when he spots her.

Or, her hair rather, cascading over her shoulders in long ribbons. She's crouched over, her elbows on her knees as she leans down to reach her bag, laying on the grass next to her. She's facing away from him, not allowing him to see her face, but he knows it's her. He can feel it. He can feel her presence calling out to him.

She's unaware he's there, that much he can tell, but seeing her stops him dead in his tracks. He feet are rooted to the ground, unable to move until he finally decides to call out to her.

"Hey," he starts, unable to think of anything else, and mentally kicking himself for not thinking of anything better. He doesn't know why he cares so much.

She sits up straight, turning to face him, greeting him with the same expression as last time, a look full of so many different emotions bleeding into each other. Shock and surprise are prevalent in her wide eyes, and he's pretty sure he sees recognition there as well.

If only he could figure out why he knows her. Why she feels so important. Why that look makes his heart crack in his chest, ever so slightly.

"Hey," she replies weakly. The word hangs in the air between them.

"We saw each other earlier," he states. He can't help but feel like this is insane, that he feels so drawn to this girl that his feet are moving without his intent, bringing him closer and closer to her. And he can't help but fear that he's wrong, that she's not the girl he thinks she is, even though he can feel in his bones that she is. "Right?"

She nods slowly, her mouth still open ever so slightly in shock. After a second, she composes herself, nodding quickly and making a face.

"Yeah," she confirms as she tears her eyes away from his for a second. When her eyes meet his again, Landon can't help but feel that her expression is softer. More vulnerable.

"Um," she starts, and he hears the shakiness in the syllable. "I was just out on a walk to clear my head."

"Rough night?"

She seems thrown by the question for a moment, but answers before he has a chance to backtrack.

"Yeah actually," she replies.

"Uh..." She seems to wonder if she should elaborate, making a face before she shrugs and simply states, "Relationship trouble."

Landon nods once, looking down at his shoes as he mutters, almost to himself. "Must be contagious."

He didn't mean to say the words out loud, but he looks up at her when he does, a smile naturally forming on his face, and it's weird how comfortable this conversation feels. He's never made friends easily, especially not with beautiful mystery women. He can't explain the ease he feels around her, the magnetism she seems to have.

"Why? You too?" She asks, and normally he wouldn't open up to a stranger, but he finds himself answering anyway.

"Yeah."

By this point, he's already approached the stone bench she's sitting at, his feet having carried him towards her of their own accord as he talks with her. He sits down next to her, and he feels an overwhelming urge to sit closer than he does.

"I met this really amazing girl, but all of a sudden, everything's super complicated."

"Huh," is all she says to that.

Sitting closer to her, he can feel his memory stirring. He knows her. He just can't figure out why. It's as if his subconscious is refusing to let his brain in on the mystery of who is she?

When he looks back at her, her gaze has dropped from his. She looks sad when she does that, he notes, and lost in her thoughts. The sight gives him deja vu so hard that his head spins.

"You?" He asks, and once again, she seems caught off guard by the question.

"Oh, uh..." She begins, bringing her gaze to his and away again as she shakes her head once quickly, tearing herself out of her thoughts, if only for a moment. He can't help but notice how in her head she seems to be, carefully thinking through every word she says before she says it.

And he can't help but notice the pain in her eyes, pain that seems to amplify whenever her gaze locks on his for too long.

She chuckles, but there's no humor in the sound. It sounds so familiar, he thinks.

"Old story, I guess." She rolls her eyes as she says it, as if she thinks the whole thing is stupid. "Fell for a guy who doesn't even know I exist."

She smiles as she says the last part, but Landon has been through enough trauma in his life to know a fake smile when he sees one, and the facade she wears can't hide the tremble in her voice, anyway.

"Huh," he says, and as he keeps watching her, the mask drops instantly. Her face scrunches up, and she makes a motion as if to say what can you do? But he can see her lost in her thoughts again, the voices in her head too loud to allow her to hide her emotions.

"That's classic," he tells her, not knowing what else to say that won't add to her evident heartbreak. He can't help but briefly think that the guy she's talking about would be lucky to be loved by her, but the thought is gone as soon as it crosses his mind.

She smiles again as she nods once, and he thinks it may actually be real this time as she lets out a small "yeah." But her eyes fall to her hands, and the sadness returns. He feels an unexplainable instinct to hug her, to bring her close and try to comfort her, and if he could only keep her talking, maybe he could figure out why it feels like he's known her his entire life, and why he feels the urge to open up to her, as if she had cast a truth spell like one he would learn at the Salvatore School.

He can't explain it. He wants to be able to explain it. He wants to know her. But he doesn't. The feelings of closeness and familiarity does nothing to change the fact that she's still a stranger, even if his gut is telling at him to rethink it.

"She is really great," he says instead, giving into the urge to share about himself to her. She nods slowly, like she's processing the information, like she knows what he means. He finds himself lost in his thoughts this time as he speaks, remembering why he was out for a walk in the first place, to try to sort through the mess in his head about his situation with Josie.

"I just feel like... i want it to be perfect. And I want to be the perfect boyfriend, and shes trying to be the perfect girlfriend." He shifts his focus back to her, and she makes a face as if to show him that she's listening, or to make it look like she is. He continues anyway.

"And it was really effortless, but now it feels... Off. I don't know."

The softness returns to her eyes, like his words are making her feel vulnerable. He doesn't know why.

"Sorry," he mumbles, not quite knowing what he's apologizing for. For throwing all of his problems onto her, or for saying something that could cause the emotions swirling around in her eyes. Or for not being able to figure out why those eyes look so familiar.

He looks away, looking at the milkshake in his hands instead of at her and her sad eyes that seem to break his heart. He mentally kicks himself for telling her all those things.

"No," she tells him, seeming to understand the awkwardness he's starting to feel about opening up in that way. Landon can't figure out how she seems to be able to read him so well.

"You know, um," she continues. "A very smart boy once taught me that sometimes, you have to be brave enough to be imperfect with people."

He nods slowly, taking in her words, and seeing the way that her eyes start to fill with tears as she speaks. She smiles though, and this time it's a genuine one, a real smile that lights up all her features for the briefest of seconds. Even her tear filled eyes seem to get brighter when she smiles.

"Even if it's scary," she adds, and he can't help but feels like she's reading his mind.

"Yeah," he laughs out, shaking his head at himself. It was good advice for someone he barely knew, advice that she should probably try to take to heart. The thought still terrified him, though. He blew out air and rubbed at his eyes as he lets his mind wonder about how being imperfect with Josie Saltzman would feel.

"Of course, you're gonna have to take your own advice, and tell that boy of yours that you exist."

The words come out on instinct, coming straight from his heart without giving his brain a second to process it. He usually wouldn't be giving a stranger advice, and especially not in such a forward way, but he usually wouldn't be opening up to one, either. And ashes didn't usually rain down from the sky, and he usually didn't have a girlfriend he wanted to impress, and he usually didn't even order this milkshake. The whole night was unusual.

And he didn't usually feel such a sense of complete peace around anybody, let alone a stranger.

I know her, his brain screams at him.

When he looks back at her, he sees a tear slide down her face. It hurts him, he feels it in his chest, as if her tears were laced with acid. It hurts to see her like that. His follows it down her face.

Her eyes widen a bit when she realizes, and she brings her hand up to wipe it away quickly, looking away from him as she does that, not letting him see any of her emotions. It's crazy how she can be so unreadable, yet so open at the same time. It makes his head spin.

"Oh," she says. She laughs again, but it's devoid of humor. When she turns, her hair is covering her face more than before. She shrugs her shoulder, hiding her face behind the curtain of hair and her jean jacket. "I don't know about that." She can't hide her sniffle, trying her best to keep any other tears contained.

They fall into silence, and despite him wanting to stay there forever, Landon knows he has to make it back to the Salvatore School before curfew. He wasn't planning on getting on the new headmaster's bad side so soon.

"I hope your night gets better," he tells her, and he truly means it. Whoever she is, she doesn't deserve the heartache she's feeling.

She nods once, muttering out a "thanks" and giving him a quick smile.

He can't help but feel like something's missing. He's suddenly aware of the milkshake in his hands. He still doesn't even know why he ordered it in the first place. It's not much, but it'll have to do.

"This'll help," he states, dropping the milkshake onto the bench between them. "Peanut butter blast, whipped cream on the bottom. It's probably all melted by now."

"Oh." She reaches out slowly, carefully grabbing the cup and tilting it so she can see it as he stands up. Even as he turns away from her, he feels the urge to keep talking.

And so he does.

"I don't even know why I ordered it," he says. "I didn't have any of it. I didn't want a milkshake. It just seemed..."

He doesn't know how to end that thought, still mildly confused. So he doesn't, shrugging softly at her instead. She gives a sad smile and shrugs back, seeming to understand something in the silence he doesn't even understand himself.

He starts to walk away, but not before making sure to tell her "thanks for listening." She gives him a face back, one that he can't tell if it's positive or not.

If it's negative, he doesn't want to know. So he walks away instead, and he can't explain why it feels like he's walking away from something important.

Or someone important.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He remembers her as soon as she steps off the bus.

She looks different in the daylight, without the streetlights illuminating her blue eyes.

She looks younger, he thinks, with her hair in the braids instead of falling around her shoulders. And there's a feeling in his gut, seeing her in the black and red Timberwolf uniform; a feeling like she doesn't belong in it.

Her eyes lock onto his instantly, and her gaze traps him in place. He can't do anything but stare back at her, his mind frantically searching through his every thought trying to make sense of her. Her stare has him paralyzed in a way he's never felt before, captivated so completely that there's nothing he can do but be completely at the mercy of her beautiful sad eyes.

It's both thrilling and terrifying.

Josie snaps him out of it. Her voice cuts through his head easily, centering him and bringing him back down to reality.

"Do you know that girl?"

He doesn't know how to answer. No, wants to leave his lips. The simple answer. The true answer. But every cell in his body responds with a yes, so loud that he almost feels like he's shaking.

"Not really," he says, a happy medium between his brain and his body. "Just, uh, we shared a milkshake once."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He remembers her, again and again; the sight of her feeling new and entirely familiar every time.

He remembers her when he feels Josie's jealousy, and sees how her presence is bringing out the worst parts of her.

When he finds out she's both a werewolf and a witch. He knows that's something he should be more freaked out about; it's not that he's not freaked out about it, but it feels way more normal than it should.

When he realizes Rafael has feelings for her, and he feels the strongest, most unexplained sense of deja vu he's ever had in his life

He remembers her when he rises from Lizzie stabbing him, fresh off his death and with her face right in front of him. He can finally connect the mystery girl from his dreams and deaths as her, but still can't place how or why he was getting visions of her if he hadn't met her until just a couple weeks ago. He asks her, but all she tells him is for him to get back return to Josie.

And then it finally happens.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He remembers her. Really, truly, with every fiber of his being.

He remembers serving her milkshakes at the Mystic Grill. Dancing in the nighttime. Kissing her for the first time in the cell. He remembers singing to her in her room. He remembers making out with her in the motel. He remembers loving her, and the feeling that she gave him every time he was in her presence. A feeling that he's decided must be what home feels like.

But most of all, he remembers her sacrificing herself. He remembers her killing him, knowing that he would never let her throw herself into the Malivore pit if he was alive to try to stop her. He remembers waking up alone, and feeling a indescribable feeling of loneliness ever since.

He can't help but be mad at her. It's an instinct, and a feeling so strong, he feels like it might consume him. Not only at the fact that she had sacrificed herself and left him alone, but at the fact that she had been back and hadn't come to find him. Come back to find anyone. He thought she was past the lone wolf mentality., but he should've known she was more stubborn than that,

He can't find it in himself to speak to her about it after initially confronting her. The whole situation is hard, messy and unbelievably complicated, not only with the fact that she had disappeared, but that he had started dating Josie while she was away. He knows in his mind that there was no malicious intent behind it; it can't be considered cheating if he didn't know Hope existed, but he can't escape the guilt that seems to be running through his veins.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He remembers his love for her.

Once the anger dissipates and his brain is working normally again, that's the only conclusion he can come to. He's loved her since the moment he laid his eyes on her. Since the moment he spoke to her. And impossibly, he loved her when he didn't even know she existed.

When she was just a vision, a flash of features in his mind. When she was just the faintest, distant memory in the deepest recesses of his mind. When all that he had was the empty blackness of death, his love for her remained. He loved her even when he was dead, and with that realization, he knew that love was the only emotion he would be able to feel for her as long as he was alive, or dead.

As long and he exists, so does his love for her.

And so he comes back to the school when Lizzie asks him to, even if that means having to break Josie's heart, and he feels his heart break a little too, because this just doesn't feel fair to her, to him, to anyone. She doesn't deserve the heartbreak, he knows that, but he also knows that she doesn't deserve to be lied to, and any second he spent trying to pretend that his feelings for Hope were gone would've just been a second where he was lying to one of the best girls he had ever meant.

He's terrified when he goes to meet Hope, because that's what happens when he confronts things. He may have phoenix resurrection powers that gave him a newfound confidence in battles, but it does nothing to help him work up his nerve for confronting his feelings. And worse, he just really doesn't wanna lose Hope. He can't lose her, not after he just got her back.

So when everything is resolved, and he sees that sunshine smile under the Christmas lights, and he kisses her lips under the mistletoe, Landon can't help but think that if he ever does actually die, the feeling of Heaven would surely pale in comparison to the feeling of kissing Hope Mikaelson.

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I really can't believe there's not more Handon fanfic around, so I had to contribute to the cause. I've been watching Legacies since ep 1, but I really have fallen head over heels in love with Handon this season. I think they've entered my Holy Trinity of ships with Karamel and Malex now, and I'm not hating it at all. Hello! This has been sitting in my drafts for so long, so I thought I'd finally finish it and have it be my first fic back. I’m so sorry I haven’t written in so long. There’s more info in the AO3 notes as to why if you care to know. Anyway, I love Handon so much, and I had so much fun writing this fic.

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DISCORD THREAD | EEVEE X VULCAN:

feat: @eeveecrmchl & @ellisvulcan

mentions: landon’s apartment

summary: vulcan finds eevee at club echo and tries to take her home. she finally tries to get closure but is met with the truth as to why v left her in the first place. eevee is not convinced.

tw: alcohol, drugs mentioned, my girl being dum as hell

Eevee: Eevee isn’t drunk yet but that doesn’t stop her from straddling the man that’s been paying for her drinks the whole night and letting his lips make marks up and down the column of her neck. If she closes her eyes, she’s able to imagine a different set of arms, a familiar grasp on her waist, and the taste of someone she’d rather be with. Of course she can’t; V’s probably out with whoever takes his offer for the night. Losing herself in the sensation of someone actually wanting her, Eevee lets out a breathy sigh. It feels wrong — like her body is already ruined for everyone else but she forces herself to enjoy it. Bottle still in hand, she takes a gulp straight from it, the burn numbing everything. It’s practically routine at this point: go out, get drunk, and if she’s bored, get someone to finish her off. Most of the time, she finds herself in a backseat of a Lexus or the alley of some random bar, but it looks like she’s going for making out in public for tonight. The man says something but she ignores it, cups his face to kiss the words off of his mouth. He shouldn’t talk; it takes away the fantasy. If Eevee’s thinking about a particular person at this point, no one else needs to know.

Vulcan: The conversation he had with Evelyn has still been in the back of his mind. Truly he wished it was her that took his invitation that night. That text and the little moment he had with her at Landon’s place, Vulcan truly wished he was sober during those times, but alcohol seemed to be one of those things that makes him sleep lately. They haven’t talked in a while, until he was added to that group chat. Right after he did the job that was given to him by his boss, he’s found himself back at Club Echo again, as usual, to drink the night away. He was about to walk up to the bar when the very woman in his mind catches his eye, she was all over this stranger and he couldn’t help but acknowledge how it stings, seeing her like that. He comes up to the booth and stood there for a moment, then he clears his throat to catch her attention. “Eevee.”

Eevee: Eevee flinches when she hears her name, pulling back from whomever had her attention to look up at her ex boyfriend. In her inebriated state, she could only throw him a lopsided smile, keeping her arms around the stranger to steady herself. “Vulcan,” the name tastes sweet coming from her lips, a sudden wave of nostalgia hitting her at the memories of the many ways it left her before: “Vulcan, I want you to meet my parents.”, “Vulcan, I’d do anything for you.”, “Vulcan, I love you.” Now she’s only left with remnants of how she felt, the intensity of which she hasn’t been able to find in anyone else; Eevee doubts she ever will. Noting her current state, and remembering that he, himself was in a similar situation the night before, she tilts her head in curiosity, ignoring the way the man under her seems to feel the tension. “What are you doing here?” New York is a big enough city and she’d foolishly thought that just by avoiding him, she’d be able to move on quicker. “Where’s uh — what’s her name? The one you fucked last night?”

Vulcan: He could see in Eevee’s eyes and her smile how intoxicated she already was. The way she just said his name, it causes some pain is his chest, he wanted to be that one in that stranger’s position, part of him still wants to be with her. Yet whenever the thought crosses his mind, to pursue her once more, he would also be reminded of the warning of her parents, to stay out of her life, that she shouldn’t be with someone like him, that she…..she deserves better than him, better than the state she’s in right now. “Eevee, you’re wasted. You need to go home.” He gives the stranger a look, burning a hole through his head that makes him let the girl go. “Let me take you home. You’ve had more than you should have.”

Eevee: Eevee pouts when the stranger actually pushes her off of him, but it’s no surprise; he looked like the type that would rather avoid confrontation than to find himself in the wrong end of one. Placing the bottle on the nearest table, she huffs up at Vulcan, about to tell him off for scaring away the person that was supposed to make her feel good for the night, but is stopped short when his appearance finally registers. Hands reach out in shock as her eyes roam over the expanse of his entirety, trying to see just where all the cuts and bruises seem to form. “V, what happened,” her voice comes out in a whisper. “Fuck, who did this to you? Do you know who they are? We should go tell the police right now. I know dad has some connections down at the station.”

Vulcan: The mechanic closes his eyes when the younger girl walks up to him, bracing himself for the argument they were about to have. Instead, Vulcan felt Eevee’s hand on his check, worry noticeable in her voice as she asked him a bunch of questions. He almost forgot that he was in a match tonight. His opponent packed a lot of punches, and he wasn’t surprised that they left marks and bruises on his face and the rest of his upper body. He’s been doing this for years, and he’s always attempted to hide it for Eevee not to notice, well not until now. “It’s from work—And no, you’re not going to tell your dad. I’m going to get in trouble if you do.”

Eevee: There are questions that whir through her alcohol addled brain — especially about that comment concerning her father —, but Eevee bites her tongue. She no longer has the right to ask or to even have the privilege of knowing in the first place. Still, in her drunken haze she can’t help but wrap her arms around the man’s neck, burrowing her face in his chest. She’s always been an affectionate drunk and while the more rational part of her mind screams that she should stop, she lets herself indulge in the feeling. “Please try to be safer,” she mumbles against his shirt, refusing to look up at him lest she does something more foolish. “I don’t like you getting hurt.”

Vulcan: Vulcan instinctively wraps his arms around her waist, holding her close as she nuzzles her face against his chest. “I’m always safe.” He takes a deep breath, gently combing his fingers through her hair. “I need you to stay safe, Eevee.” He whispers to the other, making sure that she’s the only one who could hear. “Let me just—let me take you home, at least.” He draws himself away from her slightly to look into those eyes.

Eevee: “I’m safe,” is her automatic reply but Eevee doesn’t mention nights when she roams the city, unaware of her surroundings with drugs in her system and alcohol in her breath. Gaze locked onto his, she leans in instinctively before catching herself. “Okay,” her voice comes out resigned, knowing that she’ll probably be too embarrassed to go over this in the morning, Hopefully in her hungover state, it’d be easy to forget how she practically threw herself at the man who broke her heart. “You remember where my apartment is?”

Vulcan: “That’s all I need, Eevee.” Vulcan gives her that look before she eventually pulls away. Which something that he silently thanked it happened. They cannot do this, especially not in front of so many people. Her dad cannot know that he violated their deal, that he’s violated their deal that one morning at Landon’s apartment. He never wanted to end things between them, but he couldn’t risk losing the things his family’s left for him. “Always.” He takes her hand to hold as he leads the both of them out of the club. “Do you want something to eat? Gatorade?” She probably needed something for the hangover in the morning, too. Vulcan just couldn’t help but still care.

Eevee: There’s a moment when Eevee feels her heart flutter at his look, but she ignores it for the sake of interlocking their fingers together when he grabs her hand. Out of the club, she’s able to breathe freely, the night air cooling her down and sobering her a little, but not enough that rational thinking has come into play which is how she finds herself tugging him towards the back alley. One night. She can give herself one night and it’ll be just like the rest of her flings; Eevee doesn’t need to care. Backing herself up against the side of the club they’re at, she lets go of his hand to let hers trail up his chest. “Don’t need Gatorade,” she exhales, feeling herself grow bolder and tugging him in close. “Just need you.”

Vulcan: Vulcan was about to speak again when Eevee dragged him by his hand and brought him to the back alley by the club. “Eevee—I can’t.” He feels series of shudders crawl down his spine as he felt her hand on his body again. He never heard those words from her in forever, if was in the same level of inebriated as her, he knew he wouldn’t be able to say no. But not this time. The mechanic takes a deep breath. “Food, Gatorade, and drive you home. That’s what you need, baby. Let me take care of you.” He cups her cheek with his hand, leaning close to plant a kiss on her forehead. “We can do anything that you want, just—just let me take care of you.” He repeats, tucking her loose hair behind her ear. “Trust me, I feel the same. I really do….”

Eevee: The rejection shouldn’t hurt as much as it does, but Eevee can’t help but let it settle on her insecurities. “You didn’t say that back at Landon’s apartment,” she’s feeling bitter now and all she wants to do is crawl under her covers to rid herself of this embarrassment. “I can take care of myself,” she throws back. There’s an urge to just walk away, call up Tee, and just forget this whole night ever happened, but it’s the way that he calls her baby that stops her. There’s a hand on her cheek then, eyes fluttering close at the feel of his lips against her forehead. “I’m fine. I’ve done this before.” It’s a miracle that nothing too bad has happened to her considering how much her self destructive tendencies have put her through, so her words do have some truth behind it. “Don’t,” and with this, she uses the hands on Vulcan’s chest to gently push him away. “You don’t have to lie. I can get home by myself. Thanks.”

Vulcan: His eyes widened at her words, what does she mean that she’s done this before? No, he cannot let her leave, he cannot let her slip away like this, not this time, maybe just for tonight. Worry washed all over him, now knowing that this isn’t the first time, and the fact that she’s done this a lot…. “Eevee.” He whispers, pleading evident in his voice as he desperately stared into those eyes once more. “I didn’t—I’m not lying. Please don’t push me away, even just for tonight.” He sighed deeply, resting his forehead against hers. Perhaps her father wouldn’t know, even just this once.

Eevee: Vulcan’s so close and it’s like every dream she’s tried to ignore, every errant thought pushed aside to prove to herself that she’s moving on. The fact that she stays firmly in place, looking up at him with no plans on moving away, just shows how far she is from that. “What do you want from me, Vulcan,” her words come out as a whisper, breaking at the sound of his name. “I don’t know what you want from me.” Close enough to let her lips pass his, Eevee summons whatever self restraint she has left to pull back. “You can take me home but after that — I don’t know. You can crash on my couch if you want.”

Vulcan: Vulcan badly wanted to say that he wanted her, that he never stopped wanting her. Yet all he could do is stare into the eyes of the girl he never stopped on loving. He never thought that losing Eevee would kill him slowly, up to this day, it still does. He finds himself still longing for her sometimes, missing the feeling of having the girl in his arms. "All I want..." He takes a deep, shaky breath. "All I want is for you to have good things, what you truly deserve." He stares down to his feet as the other pulls herself away. "Okay. Let's go." He takes her hand once more and leads them to his car. He makes sure that the girl was settled in the passenger seat before getting in. "Just tell me if you need anything."

Eevee: Eevee can’t help the scoff that leaves her at his answer; the frustration at just how ironic it is that he’d want that for her when he can provide the same is what keeps her quiet. She lets him lead her to his car, the words she want to say trapped behind pride and shock from the audacity Vulcan seems to carry. The need to let him know what’s exactly on her mind wins out and while she knows she’ll probably regret it, she turns to him. “You want what’s best for me?” Her words are colored with the hurt he’s caused but she continues on. “You were what was best for me. You were the good thing I wanted to keep in my life.” Eevee ignores the telltale signs of tears, blinking any moisture away. She would be damned to let him see her cry. “You don’t get to leave me and then act like it was such a fucking sacrifice. It was so easy for you to let go like we meant nothing, like I meant nothing to you, so you don’t get to tell me some bullshit excuse on ‘wanting what’s good for me.’”

Vulcan: He could sense that Eevee was quite deep in her thoughts while he leads them to his car, and before he could even bring his engine to life, she spoke. He hated how much he's hurt her and be a huge part of the reason why she was like this. "Trust me, Eevee. I didn't--I never wanted to leave you. I didn't want to end things. You were the only one I ever wanted--scratch that--needed like this. But I didn't have a choice at the time." He takes a deep breath, resting his forehead on the steering wheel, before staring at the other. "You mean everything to me, more than the world, Eevee. It hurts not having you in my life ever since I left, though it was either you or the only reminders of my parents gets taken away from me. And what he said to me was true, we are both on different ends of tbe spectrum. What can I possibly offer you when I'm just a fucking mechanic who also fights every other night to earn money enough just for myself?"

Eevee: A roll of her eyes is thrown the man’s way with Eevee’s head shaking even before he could finish his sentence. “You say you didn’t want to end things and yet you still did. You say you didn’t have a choice but you could have chosen me. You could have chosen us but you didn’t.” It’s the heartbreak that she carries that has her finally voicing out what she couldn’t before — most of which only Tee has heard in her drunken rambles. Eevee’s kept herself in denial but there’s no way to turn this around with him now. Vulcan broke her heart and she intends to let him know. “Who the fuck was going to take away your parents’ things,” she snaps, confusion clearly etched on her features. “Who the fuck is telling you all these things? And why the fuck didn't you tell me?” Her eyes widen at his words when they process and if she didn’t hate her upbringing then, she sure does now. “I don’t care about that,” her words hold firm. “You know I’ve never cared about that. I just wanted you. I fucking loved you, Vulcan. That’s all that mattered to me. We could have been living in a small ass studio apartment, depending on paycheck to paycheck and I wouldn't have cared.”

Vulcan: "Your parents! Your parents wanted me out of your life!" He's broken another part of their deal. Everything that her parents talked to him about, one by one he was just breaking them, yet ge couldn't keep this to himsel anymore, not when Eevee was demanding answers from him. "Your father came to my place one night just after you left and talked me into breaking things off with you. Or else, he'll take everything I own away from me, everything that my parents passed on to me, the house, the car my stepdad and I worked on for years, the clothes on my back, everything, Eevee. And if I tell you, things could possibly get worse--well fuck, now you know." He runs his fingers frustatingly through his hair. "You're the one I wanted, for the rest of my life. But I can't let you let go of the life you're living because of me. I can't let you turn your back on your parents because of me. That's why I didn't tell you, that's why I broke it off and quickly left before I can't resist and just--I can't....Eevee...."

Eevee: Taken aback, Eevee settles on her seat, head spinning at his explanation. “That doesn’t make sense,” Eevee refuses to believe it; as much as she dislikes the way her parents seemingly control the way she presents herself, they’re still the most important people in the world to her — well, her dad is anyway. “My dad would never do that. He’s not that cruel. Why would you say something like that?” Even as the words leave her lips, she’s not sure of who she’s trying to convince but she holds on to the conviction that it’s not true because it can’t be true. “You don’t have to lie, V, Jesus fucking Christ. That’s not going to make it better. At least fucking man up and own up to the fact that you left me.” Eevee tries to calm herself down even if the confusion still grows and all she wants to do is run. “How many times do I have to tell you? I. Do. Not. Care. I don’t fucking care, V. I really don’t. About the money, about everything they’re willing to give me. I can live without that.” There’s a pause before she looks back at him. “Unlock the door. I can get home by myself. I really can’t be in the same space with you right now.”

Vulcan: "I'm not fucking lying, Eevee. I wish it wasn't true, I wish I wasn't threatened by him, wearing a suit in the middle of the night with fucking papers on how our deal should go. I wish that he didn't threaten me into signing those. You don't have to believe me now, but that's what's happened." He sighed deeply. He knew Eevee meant those words, he knew how she hated her lavish life. Yet, he couldn't bring her into the kind of life he was living. It might be her dad getting into his head, but there's just times he couldn't the fact that....maybe he was right. "Alright. At least let me wait for you Uber to pick you up." He sighs in defeat.

Eevee: Eevee lets his words wash over her but doesn’t let it settle in what she believes to be true. “V, just stop, okay? Please stop. My dad would never. Yeah he’s a fucking asshole sometimes but he loves me.” Her phone is out from her pockets, fingers quickly tapping on the screen to get a ride back home. There’s a car nearby and she waits in silence as it nears as per the app, her eyes trained out the window. She can practically feel her heart beat right out of her chest with the the excuse Vulcan threw at her, but like everything else that goes wrong in her life, she’s going to forget — running has never been a stranger to her. The moment she sees the Uber pull up, she’s out the door, muttering a quick thanks at her ex before practically rushing away from him. Eevee just needs to go home, sleep, and pretend none of this ever happened. // END.

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lunch ll jaycee & aaron

Discord thread featuring: Aaron & @jayceelynd

Mentions: @romanbeckett @alison-haynes @davieslandon

When: Monday, July 6, 2020

Description: Aaron and Jaycee make up

Trigger Warnings: none

Aaron.

Aaron literally could not believe that Jaycee that had asked him to meet for lunch, but he certainly wasn't going to say no. Jaycee had been his friend for so long, and not being able to take her everyday really fucking sucked. He knew that it was his fault though. He nearly stopped caring about what he was doing to Jaycee by getting together with Roman. He knew it was wrong and he was determined to make up for it. He didn't know how, but he knew he needed to. Seeing Jaycee's face again, prompted Aaron to grin so wide and pulled her in for one of the biggest hugs he'd ever given. And Aaron was a great hugger. "Thank you so much for suggesting this." He said before Destiny hopped from her chair to give her Auntie Jaycee a big hug around her long legs. "as you can see you've been missed by all." he said with a chuckle.

Jaycee.

It had truly broken her heart what Roman and Aaron had done, the way it was done. It was as if her feelings didn’t even matter. As if her side by Roman all that time was easily replaced. So fast, and so quick. When she saw him, her eyes lit up with a smile, tears filling ready to spill as she snuggled her face into his neck. Jaycee held onto him tightly, and laughed as she silently cried when Des hugged her legs. “I missed you both too, so much.” She choked out. Jaycee never wished how alone she felt on anyone. Not even her worst possible enemy, she was just that kind of person. Levi hid behind Jaycee as he watched Des with a crooked little smirk like his dad. Her breath hiccuping as she laughed at both of the kids joining the hug. Truthfully she didn’t want to pull away but they did need to feed the kids at least. Allowing herself to melt into his hug before she pulled back, patting at her eyes. Mouthing sorry about choking up. “I really am thankful you agreed to lunch.” Kissing his cheek before she bent down and picked up Des and spun her, both of them laughing. “Destiny this is Levi, Levi say Hi to Destiny.” She pronounces Destinys name slowly and he simply just said Hi. Looking up from the kids she laughed scrunching her nose. Jaycee loved her niece more than words could form. She had always looked at her as if she was truly her blood, and would hurt anyone that hurt her.

Aaron.

Aaron had been extremely lonely since him and Roman had broken up. It wasn't until he stopped spending everyday with Roman that he realized how many people he had lost when he got together with Roman. It made him think that maybe the choice that they had made to take a break might have been a good idea. Between Jaycee, Landon, and Alison he had fought and lost too many people. Aaron watched her with pleading eyes as she started tearing up. "Jayc.." he began as they hugged. God, he missed her hugs. He could stay like that all day. He hated seeing her cry, but he was a little happy that she was so glad to see him. Aaron's eyes drifted down to the toddler hiding behind the model. "Hi, Levi. I'm Aaron. Destiny's dad." he grinned, waving down to him. Aaron missed seeing her so much; he really had taken her friendship for granted. He especially missed see her with Destiny. He knew that Jaycee loved Destiny just as much as if she were her blood niece. He pulled his friend in for one more quick hug before he told her daughter to sit down next to him.

Jaycee.

Levi did this little backwards wave, waving at himself as he waved at Aaron the locked his big blue eyes back to Jaycee, reaching for her. Hugging him back one last time, she picked Levi up and sat him in the booster seat and fastened him in, handing him his sippy cup. “I kinda want potato soup, like a loaded backed potato soup, with Cajun chicken salad.” She hummed as she looked over at Des and made a silly face at her, laughing at Des’ silly face. “She always wins at these faces..” she sighed dramatically, bringing laughter from the two little ones. “He looks like his daddy, doesn’t he?” She asked Aaron with a smile, and shine to her hazel eyes. Looking over at him she gave him an assuring smile as she placed her pointer finger to her dimple in her chin, winking. Their own little friendship shake so to speak. It was her throwing a white flag at being mad at him or Roman. “I know you’re going to say I don’t owe you an apology but I do for the way I acted. I’m not saying it wasn’t deserved, or that I shouldn’t be hurt or mad. But I am sorry for how I made anyone feel. I can never take back anything I’ve said. I’m sorry.” She said softly as she finished her speech she caught Levi’s flying cup, only to laugh. “Keeping us on our toes.” She nuzzled her nose to the little boys, causing him to grab her face. Looking over the kid menu she decided on getting him a grilled cheese and chicken noodle soup with dinosaur shaped noodles. “What are you two gonna get?” She asked as she closed her menu, taking a drink of her iced water.July 7, 2020

Aaron.

Aaron's kid was continuously standing on the booth and putting practically her entire torso over the table to color, and Aaron was continuously reminding her to sit down and that that was fine behavior at home, but in public he was asking her to sit down. She would listen to him for about 2 minutes before standing back up on her feet again to hover over the table. Aaron tempted her to sit down the promise of a cookie for dessert which finally may have worked. "She's the best at them isn't she?" he mused, giving his daughter a tiny poke in the stomach as he laughed along with them. The businessman brought his attention over to the little boy sitting across from them. His eyes traced over the toddler's facial features, placing which ones looked like his father's. "Yeah." he nodded. Although he hadn't seen Lane in a while, the resemblance was obvious. The corners of his lips turned up into a little smile when he felt her finger on his chin. He reached out pressed down on her dimple lightly. A wave of relief rushed over him. He had had all of this stressed built up about how he made Jaycee feel and how mad she was it him. It was nice to feel forgiven; especially since it seemed like the whole world hated him. "Thank you." he grabbed her hand and gave it a light squeeze. "I totally deserved it, and I'm so so sorry Jaycee. I wish this was different." He really had just put Jaycee on the back burner after they had gotten back from Europe. He had nearly given up on their friendship, and that wasn't fair. He needed to fight for her. His eyes widened as he jumped up a little bit when the toddler dropped his cup. "Those things never end, except when they're older they insisted on having a big kid cup which make even bigger spills." he said with a tiny laugh. "I dunno...What do you want, baby?" he turned to his daughter to show her the options she had for lunch. "Chicken fingers." she demanded, without even looking at the menu. "That was easy." he laughed. "This shrimp bisque sounds amazing for me. And a chicken caeser salad sounds good too because I'm basic." he mused.

Jaycee.

Squeezing his hand back, holding onto it longer than needed. She really missed her best friend. She was definitely in her loneliest state for the past few weeks. If it wasn’t for Lane, she probably would have done something dangerously stupid. Holding onto hope all can be okay again, someone to have movie nights with. Playing games with Destiny and just getting shit faced while picking on one another. “Oh I just can’t wait for the bigger messes.” She snorted out in laughter. Looking over at Levi, her eyes shined with love for the boy she’s barely known for long. But she knew off him and watched from a car as Lane raised him. Playing with his curls. “Yeah it’ll be stressful, but.” She looked over at Aaron. “When they’re grown we’ll miss it.” Smiling softly as she blushed, feeling like an idiot. “Oh, now I want a chicken with bacon, almonds and lots of avocado.” She hummed. “Should I get him chicken nuggets or a grilled cheese..” her brows furrowed. She was so new at this and needed help from her friend. Giving Aaron a pleading look of if she was doing this kid thing right. He knew she had a fear of being a shitty mom, because of her monster of a mother.

Aaron.

Aaron returned the squeeze. Ha hated not being there for her when she needed him most, and he especially hated that he was apart of her hurt. He wanted to put all of that behind them and he wised so desperately that she could. He was so thankful that he had Jaycee in his life; that she loved his daughter with all of her heart. Having a friend love you is one things, but having one that loves your kid just as much as their own is something very unique. He couldn't let go of that. "I can't even think about Destiny growing up. It makes me dizzy just thinking about it." he shook his head. "I mean, it feels like yesterday that Ali was telling me she was pregnant. I was so scared and now I can't imagine my life without her." It was true that Destiny made him really fucking soft. Aaron smiled when she asked him for advice. "Just ask him." he told her, knowing how important it was to make sure that kids knew about personal choice and autonomy. "He's 2 so I think he's older enough to know what he likes and what he doesn't." He lowered his voice. "If not, just get both and I'll eat the rest." he mused.

Jaycee.

Jaycee was helping Levi color on his picture, writing his name down and smiled down at him. “I don’t want him to grow too fast either. It’s crazy.” She looked up at Aaron with a smile. “She’s not allowed to grow up, we’ve had these conversations on our tea time dates. And she said I can’t help it! I tried to stop growing..” she laughed softly as blew a kiss at Destiny. “Levi do you want grilled cheese or chicken nuggets?” She asked him pointing at the pictures of the food as she named them. “Ticken” she yelled all proud of himself causing her to scrunch her nose at his cuteness. “Inside voices remember” she said softly. “Listen I know you had your heart set on helping him eat what he didn’t but the boy has spoken.” She teased Aaron, thinking of throwing her paper straw wrapper at him but didn’t cause what kind of aunt would teach her niece bad behavior. The waitress came and Levi wanted out of his booster seat to be in Jaycee’s arms. Of course she held him as his little head rested on her shoulder. “Is he falling asleep?” She asked Aaron because all the sudden the boy got warm and she’s figured out with time that he gets warm as he’s drifting off. “Levi, you wanna eat?” She asked soothingly and nothing. Making a silly face at Des and Aaron. “Well looks like daddy is gonna eat chicken nuggets after all” she joked as she put Levi in the stroller, Aaron had brought for them. Jaycee was thankful that she had the strength to put everything aside, and move on with their lives. Hopefully as if it never happened one day. There was so much she wanted to share with him, but was scared with everything that’s happened. Gently she swooped one of the curls out of the little boys face as he napped. “I think I’d be lost if his dad wasn’t here.. Ya know?” Looking up at Aaron with a soft smirk. “It’s crazy and scary all in one right now. But I’m taking each day as it comes. That’s all I can do, right”.

Aaron.

Aaron looked at the boy, then at Jaycee. It was clear that she already had love for him. That was Jaycee though. She had so much love for other people around her. It was something Aaron admired about her. "I keep telling her being an adult is no fun, but she doesn't want to believe me." he shrugged. "She gets everything handed to her on a silver platter and still continues to grow on me."he mused, poking her in the stomach gently causing her to go into a fit of laughter. Aaron chuckled. "Hey, the little man's got to eat." he joked. The way that kid said "chicken" was too damn cute. Aaron ordered for himself and his daughter before peering over at the little man across from him, heavy eye lids falling. "Yep. Kid's knocked. That was fast." he laughed. Aaron was happy that he and Jaycee were talking like they normally would again. He missed this. He missed Jaycee in his life. "Listen, I thought that the first time Ali went on tour after we had Des. She was still so young and I didn't think I could do it alone. But I did it, and it was so empowering knowing that I could take care of a whole other tiny human being like that. I mean... I had to have been 22...23 maybe. I grew up really fast when I had her. But honestly, you have that paternal bone. I didn't and had to learn it as I went. It comes naturally for you though." he told her. "Honest."July 10, 2020

Jaycee.

”Did we listen to our parents?” Tilting her head with a shit eating grin on her face, followed by the look of come on now, we’re not that old! “She gets her stubbornness from you and Ali. You more so!” She teased him, not able to not laugh. Looking down at Levi sleeping peacefully and hummed, wishing she was holding him still. Jaycee loved holding sleeping babies so much, she missed the snuggles of Destiny as a tiny baby. “I feel like she’s grown in a blink, man.” She shook her head, playing with her glass of water. Jaycee truly missed this normalcy with her best friend, they had been through too much to not be in one another’s lives. “I think you did awesome, you hardly needed my help. I observed trust me!” She chuckled softly. “Thank you, I wish I was in his life sooner. Like I missed so much, but I don’t know.. He just. I love him.” She shrugged with a soft smile. “Like with my princess..” she made a silly face at Destiny to play with her. “I would never not treat her as my blood, I loved her the second you introduced us. I feel that for him too.” She nodded her head, as if agreeing with herself in some way. “I can’t wait to be a mom now, and that scares me. I have always been so scared to be like my mom if I had a daughter. I refused to even think of being a mom. Now as time has passed and I’ve watched this angel grow and how happy she makes you. I want that, and I believe I can be better than my mom, ya know?”July 11, 2020

Aaron.

Oh, god. They never listened to their parents. Always sneaking off and getting into some kind of trouble when they were kids. "If Des is gonna take after her father, then she won't listen to me at all." she said, looking over at his blonde-haired kid who was more interested in her drawing than the conversation. "Yeah we're both pretty hard headed, but hopefully that'll make her a little badass." he mused. He truly hoped that one day his daughter would grow up to be able to control a room like her parents. "I know, you better cherish these terrible twos," he said as he pointed to the sleeping toddler, "because they honestly aren't so bad coming out of it." he told her. "Thanks, I think I did pretty good too." he sang. Aaron smiled lightly at Jaycee when she told him that she loved that toddler. Jaycee was so full of love; people should consider themselves lucky to be loved by her because she loved so hard. The businessman shook his head. "You're nothing like your mom, J." he promised her. "You're going to be a great mom." he gave her a reassuring smile. "By the way, I brought you your birthday present." He said, as he grabbed the gift bag from under the double stroller and slid it across the table to her. "It's that bag you wanted in Paris and another thing I just bought for you recently." With he breakup, he had been doing a little too much retail therapy.July 18, 2020

Jaycee.

”See what these two don’t realize is we have technology on our side.” She laughed as she took a drink. God they would have been dead if their parents had use of technology like they do now. Jaycee knew her niece was destined to do amazing things with her life. She has so many people that love her and want to see her thrive. And if Levi is like his daddy, she knows he’ll be okay too. “I mean if I get stressed over tantrums. I end up laughing about it later. So far, he hasn’t had that many. Thank god. And you should feel like you have, because you definitely have, Aaron.” Knocking on the wood as to not jinx herself. “In the end I just want them to happy, safe and healthy.” Jaycee ran the back of her fingers over the sleeping boys chubby cheeks. “I want to be a mom so bad, always have..” she said almost absent mindedly, clearing her throat as she looked at the gift back. “Aaron..” she closed her eyes remembering what she told him to do with the bag.. “I don’t deserve anything. I was really rude.. This.” Waving at their table. “Is enough, for me.” Opening the present she smiled at the purse and tried it on, it was so pretty and just what she envisioned. Noticing something else in the gift back she grabbed it and looked up at him while opening it slowly. “Aaron..” she said slowly, laughing faintly. Her jaw dropping, then closing. “It’s beautiful..” she got up and hugged him tightly. “Thank you both for the gifts..” After their hug she sat back down just in time for their food to be brought out, and like clock work Levi woke up, reaching for her. “Her, little buddy” she cooed as she got him settled in her lap and helped him eat, while trying to eat her food as well.July 19, 2020

Aaron.

Aaron snorted. "God, it's like that Black Mirror episode when the mom puts a chip in daughter so that she can see and hear everything she does." He joked. "I'm pretty sure the daughter ended up killing her mom at the end of that show. In all honesty, I can't blame her; that was wack." He chuckled to himself, then shook his head. "Yeah, they are really annoying at the time but when it's all over and done with and you have some time to yourself or when they start being cute again, you forgive them quickly and try to be understanding." He nodded, then glanced briefly over at his kid. He blue eyes fell to Jaycee and the toddler as she mused about having a baby. He knew she wanted one, and she knew chances of having one of her own were slim. Which broke his heart because he knew it broke hers. He still had faith she was going to find someway to be a mom. "No, you deserve it. But I'm happy that you're happy with this." He gave her a comforting smile. "You're welcome. I'm glad you like them." He grinned to himself, then stood up to hug her tightly. Aaron thanked the server when they brought out the food and started cutting up his kid's food for her and told her several times that she needed to wait for her food to cool down for a couple more seconds before she put a hot fry in her mouth.

Jaycee.

Jaycees head fell back as she laughed at his statements of how whack that situation is. “I can’t with you..!” She continued to giggle, sighing as she finally stopped laughing. A few short chuckles here and there. “Oh, I can’t stay mad at them. Neither of these two could ever make me not love them. Even if someone gets sassy and adult like.” She looked over at her niece who was still in her own world, smirking. “This one, is gonna have so many after him too and ugh. I have stressed over Des, and now Levi. Lord, imma need Xanax or something.” She joked easily, but it was the truth. She hated the idea of Des growing older, but loved watching her grow. Oh the confusion of loving a child. And now add in Lanes boy. “How could I not love him, he’s beautiful, and so sweet.” She did have a bit of sadness behind her eyes with the cards she’d been dealt, but he dulled the ache. Letting the food cool she put Levi in his seat and opened the box again and took it out trying to get it on. Jaycee chewed on her tongue while having a struggle. Sighing, she laughed and smiled at her friend sweetly. “Will you help me?” She asked as she held her tiny wrist out with the bracelet dangling.July 21, 2020

Aaron.

Just the sound of his friend's laugh made his grin even wider. He shook his head when they finally stopped laughing. "Listen, she likes to think she's grown, and had no idea that she's gonna want to be a kid again when she actually is grown." He mused. Aaron shook his head once again. "You won't need Xanax, Jayc. You're gonna do just fine, promise." He reassured his friend. Aaron smiled, pleased that she wanted to put the piece of jewelry on now. He put the bracelet around her wrist and clasped the chain together, thick fingers fumbling to get the hook through the tiny hole. "There. Beautiful." He mused when he finally was able to get it around her slim wrist. He picked his fork back up and continued with his food, checking in with Des to make sure that she was doing okay and encouraging her to take a few more bites of food when she insisted that she was done. "Thanks for suggesting this." He smiled.July 22, 2020

Jaycee.

”I know if I could go back I would at certain times of course..” she smiled and helped Levi with his drink, while Aaron struggled to get her bracelet on. “It’s really pretty, thank you..” she said softly, with a soft smile as she looked at it. Grabbing her fork she took a small bite, and chewed really slow. “I just missed my best friend.. And even if I can’t ever forgive you for what you did, I’m gonna try..” she looked into his blue eyes. Of course she was still hurt and hated what they both selfishly did. It was bad enough certain people that were her friends encouraged if. Clearing her throat, finding herself giggling at how this little guy was ogling over Destiny. “Someone so has a crush, he keeps trying to wink.” She looked at Destiny with a soft wink, leading Levi to try to wink, only for him to close both eyes. “This is so good, there’s almonds in this salad, and the flavors with the avocado and dressing.. Wanna try a bite.” She totally wasn’t offering so she could try some of Aaron’s, I mean that’d be rude right. But, if he offered she’d gladly oblige. “You know those fried onions you put on like green bean casserole? I accidentally put those in my salad the other day, but oh my god! It was so full of flavor. Gotta try it.!” She stayed as she pointed her fork at him, giggling.

Aaron.

"I missed you too, Jaycee." Jaycee was such a forgiving and loving person; even if she never fully forgave him he knew that their friendship wouldn't be over. Aaron was fucking happy to have his best friend back too. He was really struggling without her. Aaron looked at the five year old who tried and failed to wink back at the woman. The bar owner let out a short cackle. His attention turned to her salad, and he stabbed several pieces her food with her fork. "Everything is better with almonds and onions." He mused. "Here..." He said, pushing his salad towards the petite woman, giving her the go ahead to try some of his food. This was like old times. Plus an extra kid this time. Things were changing though. Aaron never thought he'd be in this position before with anyone, much less Jaycee; his best friend since as long as he could remember. Aaron was a parent, and now Jaycee was nearly a parent to Levi. He thought about when they were kids themselves; how simpler things were back then and how he never imagined the pair would end up here. This was a good start though, and the weight he had on his shoulders about how he treated Jaycee was starting to come off his shoulder. He just hoped she would forgive him eventually and he was willing to give her as much time as she possibly needed.

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The Story of Lizzie Salvatore Chapter 3

When we’re young we’re taught the distinction between a hero and a villain, good and evil, a savior and a lost cause. But what if the only real difference is just who’s telling the story? My name is Elizabeth Salvatore, when I was younger my parents Stefan and Caroline Salvatore opened this school to train and protect the new generation of supernaturals. The school behinds these gates protect the secrets of people like me. And tonight, under the light of the full moon, we will be opening our doors to someone new.

Her parents were currently on a mission to bring in a newly turned werewolf. She wanted to go with them but they had told her that she had to stay back. They did take Hope Mikaelson, she always hated that her parents chose Hope over her. She had gotten a text from her mom saying that they were on their way back. She also said to get Josie because they were giving a tour to the new student. She actually didn’t mind giving tours she got a chance to see if someone piqued her interest. She was in her room when she heard her a car pulling up to the front of the school. She quickly called Josie and made her way to greet the new students. When they got to the driveway, her parents, Hope and two new students got out of the car.

“Welcome to The Salvatore School. We’re your tour guides. I’m Lizzie, and this is Josie.” Lizzie said to the boys.

“Rafael why don’t you go ahead with the girls, while we talk to Landon,” Stefan said. The girls grabbed Rafael by one arm and started walking with him to show him around the school.

“Morning Hope,” Lizzie and Josie said

“Morning girls,” Hope said back

“More like despair,” Lizzie whispered into Rafael’s ear

“I heard that,” Hope said

“No, you didn’t,” Lizzie said back

“Didn’t have too,” Hope responded

“Elizabeth, behave,” Caroline said

“Love you, mom,” Lizzie said. The three of them made their way inside the school, to start the tour.

“Everybody gets along with everybody here, for the most part,” Josie said

“The wolves are pretty cliquey, they like to hang with their own,” Lizzie said

“In defiance of the school’s commitment of inclusiveness,” Josie said

“That is why we are giving you your tour. To give you a good witch/vampire welcome. Before your harrier brethren corrupt you.” Lizzie said smiling

“That is our librarian Mr. Williams. He’s subbing for our Chemistry of Magic teacher who accidentally incinerated himself.” Josie said pointing to one of the classrooms. Dorian was teaching them the values of pronunciation during spells.

“Come on we’ll show you the turret. It’s where the seniors go and smoke.” Lizzie said

“What do they smoke, eye of newt?” Rafael asked chuckling to himself.

“Weed,” Josie said simply at him. They walked around the school showing Rafael different parts of the school. They eventually made it to the field, where some of the students were playing.

“It’s called wickery. My parents invented it when I was ten. Their version is a little bit less aggressive than ours.” Lizzie said as Josie made his way to MG who was sitting on the bleachers.

“Giving up dibs on the new guy already?” MG said to Josie who was sitting next to him.

“It’s not a competition, plus I’m still nursing a wounded soul,” Josie said, she knew that Lizzie always had dibs on the new guys. Lizzie has been her best friend since they were four years old and nothing was getting in the way of that.

“Oh yea, Penelope Park,” MG said

“We don’t mention her name anymore remember?” Josie said looking at MG and he nodded in agreement

“Do you think he’ll go for her?” MG said. Ever since meeting Lizzie, he has had a crush on her, but she never saw him as more than a friend.

“Probably, they usually do,” Josie said looking at Rafael and Lizzie.

Lizzie didn’t know what to say to Rafael. She was impulsive so the first thing that popped in her head was what came out of her mouth.

“I heard about what happened with your girlfriend, I’m sorry about, what happened,” Lizzie said

“Thanks, I guess,” Rafael said, taken aback by the topic of his dead girlfriend.

“On the plus side, we’re all happy your single,” Lizzie said realizing she had said that out loud.

“Oh, god. That was my inside voice. I am so sorry. Guys like you make me nervous,” Lizzie said nervously

“Guys like me?” Rafael asked confused.

“Hot, angry, damaged,” Lizzie said

“Yeah well, I sorta made a point in my life of, uh, keeping clear of girls like you. So I guess, I’m going to go find Landon.” Rafael said getting up and leaving. Lizzie felt tears gathering in the corner of her eyes. She always said the wrong things.

The Docks

Stefan and Hope were at the docks training. Ever since Hope lost both of her parents Stefan tried to help let her anger out. She blamed herself for their deaths, and she was angry most of the time isolating herself from anyone. They were arguing about what he did to Landon. He had to lock him in the cellar because when they tried to compel him to forget the secrets of the school, but it didn’t work.

“You and Landon have a thing or something?” Stefan asked putting his hands up

“I don’t have things,” Hope said punching his hands

“Yes, I’m well aware of your quest to avoid all emotional intimacy. There was obviously something.” Stefan said

“I liked him. He’s normal.” Hope said

“Well let’s keep him that way. We survive here because we follow the rules. We can’t get sloppy about it,” Stefan said catching her hand before it could hit him.

“You and Caroline are the ones that are always telling me that I need to get out more,” Hope said grabbing a bottle of water.

“We tell you that you need to stop locking yourself in your dorm room and binge-watching Cutthroat Kitchen. I don’t tell you to go and fraternize with the locals.” Stefan said

“You know you can just be my headmaster, everything else isn’t in the job description,” Hope said

“Attempt to make an actual friend here and we’ll revaluate this relationship,” Stefan said.

“Mr. Salvatore? Clean up on aisle L” Josie said interrupting. Stefan knew what she meant. Lizzie was having one of her episodes. He made his way back inside to the kitchen to check up on Lizzie.

All Lizzie felt was anger boiling inside her. After what Rafael had said to her she felt a rage attack coming on, she went to the kitchen and let her anger out. She started screaming and using her magic to break anything that was in her path, plates crashed on the floor. It wasn’t a healthy way to let out her anger but it worked for her. She threw a kitchen knife across the room and into the door, then threw another knife but this one was headed for her father who was just entering the room, she was able to stop it before it hit him.

“Hi daddy,” Lizzie said putting her head down.

“Hey, baby, what’s wrong?” Stefan said

“Everythings wrong,” Lizzie said

“Come one let’s got to your room, I’m going to help you clear your mind,” Stefan said, they made their way to Lizzie bedroom. After years of dealing with her episodes, Stefan had practice on how to calm her down. He grabbed a bowl that was used for meditation.

“Breath,” Stefan said, eyes closed, as he hit the edge of the bowl with his ring.

“Dad this is lame,” Lizzie said not wanting to it.

“Humor me,” Stefan said

“You know I could just whip up a remedy using herbs from the bio lab,” Lizzie said

“No, no magic. Your magic gets you into these things and I was your mind to get you out of them.” Stefan said Lizzie nodded in agreement.

“Dad, do you think I’m broken?” she asked

“Of course not, I think that with being a vampire and a witch it requires a lot of control, control you’re still learning,” Stefan said

“I just don’t ever want to hurt anyone,” Lizzie said softly

“I know that honey. That’s why your mother and I opened this school, to learn control, which is why I’m here now okay?” Stefan said

“I’m surprised that you have time, what with all of the private training lessons you’ve been doing with Hope Mikaelson,” Lizzie responded

“Maybe if you made friends, we could have a group training,” Stefan said

“I tried to be her friends, when I was 5, then when I was 9, and then again when I was 13. She never makes any effort.” Lizzie said

“She has lost a lot and you know that,” Stefan said

“Boo-hoo, everyone here has lost something, she doesn’t hold the patent for it,” Lizzie said

“Breath, breath,” Stefan said trying to get back to what they were doing. But once again they were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Come in,” Lizzie said, the door opened and it was Hope

“Speak of the actual devil,” she said softly

“Sorry to interrupt. Um...I’m feeling kinda restless, I kinda need a release,” Hope said

“Uh.. back acres, and stay away from the old mill. Heathens are having a party that Caroline is planning on busting in ten minutes.” Stefan said, Hope, nodded and left.

“I’m missing a party?” Lizzie asked in disbelief

Next Morning

Stefan had asked MG to compel Landon once again since it didn’t work the first time. They thought he had forgotten everything he saw but he hadn’t. In fact, he stole a knife from the memorial library. They didn’t know the origin of the knife but they did know that it was dangerous. Everything in the Memorial library had a connection to the supernatural.

Hope had to find Landon, for the first time since her parents died she opened herself to someone and they turned out to be a liar. She went to go find Lizzie to ask her for a favor.

“Hey Lizzie, I need your help,” Hope said

“With what?” Lizzie asked

“I need to find Landon, but it requires some black magic, can you help?” Hope asked

“Why would I help you?” Lizzie responded

“Because if Landon exposes this school, it ruins everything you’re parents have been building here,” Hope said

“Fine, let’s do it. But if my parents find out we did black magic, you’ll pay.” Lizzie said. Hope gathered the things she needed for the spell, they held hands and started performing the spell. “I got it, route 29,” Lizzie said

“Near the state line,” said Hope. All they saw was flashes of different things, but then they saw Landon holding the knife and it started to glow.

“For ten years we’ve gone undetected. Protecting you, protecting our secret has been our singular mission. Tonight I need your help to find Landon Kirby before he exposes us all.”

#Legacies #fanfic #lizzie saltzman #lizzie x sebastian #stefan salvatore #caroline forbes #josie saltzman #hope mikaelson #Steroline

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Location: Reddin Medical Center Date: February, 23 Trigger warnings: Mentions of drug abuse, addiction, and relapsing

“Is there something you wanted to talk about today?” Betsy leads today’s session as she usually does, and Brayden typically lets her drive the conversation after turning down her hot chocolate, but today he switches things up. He takes the hot chocolate, because it’s fucking cold outside, and he actually does have something he wants to talk about.

For once it’s not Landon, even though he got him art supplies for his birthday, and he still doesn’t know what to think about that. There’s something more pressing, and he needs to figure out his shit before it’s too late, so he nods, noticing Betsy’s look of surprise. “Okay, go ahead,” She gives him a reassuring smile before preparing herself to take notes.

“I want to graduate. Like...on time. I don’t want to do my fifth year,” Brayden states, gripping the mug tighter in his hands. When she doesn’t immediately respond, he feels the need to fill in the brief silence and cuts in before she can tell him he’s delusional. “Look, I know it’s probably impossible. Getting held back and the smaller class load means I’m too far behind to make it work, but--I don’t know. Do you think I can?” He asks her wearily, feeling like a child asking his mom if she thinks he’ll make it as a famous actor.

Betsy jots something down before looking up from her notebook and studying him quietly, “I’m a little surprised, honestly. You’ve said before you’re afraid to graduate. I thought you might want the extra year to get more comfortable with the idea of leaving.”

It’s still true. Graduating is fucking terrifying, because he’ll be on his own for the first time since he left home, but he has a loose plan, and he’s not at risk at ruining all his progress. He’s a million times fucking stronger than that eighteen year old kid who got one look at his brother on the court and immediately relapsed.

“I think,” Brayden begins before pausing, trying to figure out how to explain himself. He’s not good at verbalizing his feelings--too used to internalizing everything until it’s too much to hold in anymore. “I think I’m more afraid of doing this all over again next year if we lose. I don’t wanna go pro, and I only signed that contract as a way out in the first place. I’d be graduating with the other fifth years if I didn’t fuck it all up,” He sighs, running a hand over his face.

“First of all, you didn’t ‘fuck it all up,’ remember? Many addicts relapse, and that’s okay. Look how far you’ve come since then,” Brayden refrains from rolling his eyes, because she says this any time he beats himself over what happened. He knows she’s right, but it doesn’t help when it’s the reason he’s technically in his fifth year right now.

Betsy gives him a knowing look before continuing, “I think it’s normal to see your old roommates graduate and feel like you’re behind. I know how hard you’ve been playing this year too, and you might be burning yourself out.”

There’s no maybe about it. He’s already burnt out, and they’re not even in the finals. “I don’t know, I just think it’s time to move on. Exy isn’t what I want to do anyway. And...I actually like my classes, you know? I want to finish my major and actually do the shit I want to do. Just...tell me if it’s even possible or if I’m wasting my fucking time even thinking about it,” Brayden mutters, staring fixedly at his hot chocolate.

“It’s not impossible, and you’ll need to talk with your academic adviser to make it official, but there’s options. My only concern is you might put too much on your plate with your practice schedule. But if you take online classes this semester, along with summer classes, I think you could pull it off. They might let you walk with your class at the end of the year, as long as you’re signed up for your remaining credits,” She explains.

Other than this past year, he’s never been a very driven person--never been willing to do more than he has to, but he thinks he can add extra work if it means not having to spend another year trying to get out of his brother’s shadow. He’ll just have to sacrifice his Netflix time for...homework. It’s not a huge sacrifice, considering his homework is usually an art assignment. Repeating freshman year means he got his gen eds out of the way, he’s just trying to finish his art major at this point.

“Alright, done. I’ll make the appointment,” He says quickly, eager to get out of there before she can talk him out of it somehow.

“If this is really what you want then I think you should go for it, but I also think you should consider whether you’re doing this for yourself or to avoid another year of seeing your brother at games and the banquets,” Betsy points out, and he was expecting that. Most of their conversations center around Landon, and all the trauma that comes with him. And yeah, he’s a big reason why he wants to leave on time, but it’s so he can finally move on from basing all his decisions on Landon, and finally have his own fucking life.

“Can’t it be both?” Brayden counters, jaw clenched. “I want to graduate. I want to be a tattoo artist. What I don’t want is to spend another fucking year trying to win every game, so we don’t look like idiots compared to the Ravens.”

Betsy nods quietly, “That’s valid, and it’s your choice. I think it would be amazing for you to graduate with your original class. Just make sure to take care of yourself, Brayden.”

Brayden is out of his seat before she’s finished, knowing his time is close enough to being up that he can probably go without it being a problem. He wants to get that appointment in, so he isn’t too late to sign up for his online classes. He’s going to do it. He’s going to fucking graduate on time.

#selfpara #drug abuse tw #addiction tw #relapse tw #uhhhhh i wrote this months ago and then saved it in my drafts and forgot it was there lol #hence the very old timestamp #but yeah this is the start of brayden graduating woot woot

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Are You There, God? It’s Me, Dean Winchester: Final Part

Chapter Summary: Sam and Dean are stunned when the spirits of Meg and Agent Henricksen appear. Ariel has flashbacks of Lucifer with the Mark and also pays the price for doing the right thing.

Ariel centric episode.

Pairing(s): Eventual Dean x Archangel!OFC, Castiel x sister!Ariel, Kindred Spirit!MOC!Lucifer x Ariel

Warning(s): Typical Supernatural violence, Mild Language, Dark thoughts, Self-loathing

A/N: I'm glad that people are liking my style of writing. I don't do much all day so the episodes are gonna come out faster than planned. I am excited about this as much as everyone else. Sam's storyline in season 4 isn't really interesting to me. I hate it but I will include some parts, I promise. Beta'd by no one so if there are any errors I'm sorry.

Word count: 2,234

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The wind whisked past Ariel's face, her red locks swaying along with the breeze. The poppies brushing against her calves.

Return to heaven and face your consequences.

She fell to the ground and draped her wings around herself to hide her collapsing facade. In reality, She wasn't happy or as ruthless as everyone painted her to be. She was essentially a human with fluffy wings and a halo. Maybe God made her this way on purpose, but of all her billions of years of fighting wars and defending heaven's honor, she never thought to question her purpose. Only God and Lucifer knew what she was created for and of course, Lucifer didn't like it one bit.

Return to heaven and face your consequences.

"You cannot hide from me, sister." Michael spoke with disdain. He clutched her hair and hauled her to her feet whilst holding an arch blade to her nape.

Ariel only closed her eyes, there wasn't a need to respond. She silently prayed to Castiel, 'Esiasch, gnay ge bams ol. Ol zir being locked nalvage Camilax g dean-'

Michael unknowingly, interrupted her prayer. "No snappy response? No fight?" He challenged.

She would not let him see her weak, he did not consider her feelings. He blindly followed orders.

"Good. This will be easy for me then." He muttered and the two disappeared from the poppy field.

The siblings appeared in a closed-off section of heaven, a large metal box with wardings on all sides, in the middle of a pure white room.

Ariel kicked her feet, screaming at the top of her lungs. She knew this box. This horrible contraption that Michael built only for her and her alone.

When she didn't listen, when she didn't obey Father(Michael), into the Mal'ak box she went. It was similar to how parents grounded their children, except they could see the light of day. Inside the box, no light came through. All you were surrounded by were the darkness and your thoughts.

Michael dragged his sister toward the box by her hair, gripping it tighter by the scalp as she squirmed and fought. Ariel wrapped her hands around his forearm, digging her rounded nails into his skin with all her strength. He let go momentarily, grasping her dress to pull her to her feet but she pushed and pulled away from him, causing the fabric to tear in two. Half of the torso of her dress crumpled to the floor, exposing the top of her right breasts but not all of it.

"Michael, please. You can't do this to me, not another century." Ariel pleaded, tears filling her eyes. "What would Father think of this, locking me away for years after his leaving. He would condemn you!" She spat, head-butting his mouth.

She touched down on earth almost a century ago, doing a mission with Castiel to fix a Nephilim problem, that Ishim led. After it had been reported that she tried to save the Nephilim, Michael locked her away as punishment. She should've listened, then maybe she wouldn't be tortured or so she thought.

Michael only looked at her with dead eyes. He had no plan of changing his mind so he drew his arch blade. "Would you rather die?" He queried. Ariel held her head high, revealing her neck to him. She would rather die than deal with another century alone. She called his bluff, dear Michael wouldn't murder her, she was one of God's favorites, right next to Lucifer.

Ariel tore her eyes away from the monster, snatching away her arm as she spat, "Coward."

"Little one, into the box. If you didn't want this, you should have obeyed. " He commanded whilst sheathing his blade. The prince hesitantly ran his hands over the latches on the box, unlocking each one and opening the door.

The red-head flinched as she heard the hinges creak. Her worst nightmare, other than Lucifer, was being alone. Michael was no brother, neither was Raphael. Gabriel was a coward and Lucifer was long gone. All she had was Castiel and he has no clue where she disappears to. He barely remembers her when she returns.

"Ariel," Michael said her name softly, almost as if he didn't enjoy locking her away for eternity. 'Better than the cage' He always said, as if being alone with your thoughts for one hundred years was much better than being alone with Lucifer. She would rather be with Satan then alone with herself.

Ariel dragged her bare feet against the cold, white floor, bringing herself closer to damnation. Once she reached the entrance, she just stared blankly at the darkness. 'At least it's a big box' She reasoned with herself.

Michael roughly pushed her in and slammed the front shut. "It will be all right." Michael whispered against the thick wall as he began locking each latch. Ariel screamed at his choice of words, banging her fist against the box. Each hit echoed throughout heaven, startling Castiel.

Ariel curled into the fetus position with her large wings curling over her. She deserved this.

. . .

Castiel sat in the meeting room, waiting for Ariel. He gazed intensely at the list of seals that have been broken. Too many. It had been almost an hour since Ariel's report had been due.

He brought his hand to his head as a woman's voice came through. 'Brother, do not forget me. I am being locked away. Speak with Dean-'

"Locked away...Where is she?" Castiel asked himself. He stood from his feet and exited the room. He made a left turn and walked down the rows of white doors with names on them.

"Ariel..." He hummed as he ran his fingers over her name plate and then reached for the door knob. He turned the door knob and wandered into the poppy field.

"Little one?" Castiel shouted, squinting as the sun beamed down on his face directly. It was barren. Five loud thuds abruptly filled the silence and all throughout heaven making the soldier flinch.

"What the hell?" The angel turned to leave, deciding to just finish his mission without Ariel.

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Castiel stood alone in the kitchen, perched against the sink. He observed Dean, waiting for him to eventually wake up.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows and shifted in his sleep. He couldn't shake the feeling as though he was being watched. He slowly opened his eyes and rolled over onto his stomach to see none other than Castiel waiting in the kitchen and no Ariel. The 30-year-old looked to Sam to see if he was still asleep, and then back to the angel. He quietly stood to his feet and shuffled over to the Angel, a curious look in his eyes.

"Excellent job with the witnesses," Castiel stated blankly.

"You were hip to all this?" Dean asked begrudgingly whilst looking around for the archangel.

"I was, uh, made aware. Ariel kept a close eye on you." Castiel replied hesitantly.

"And where's Ariel? She saved Sammy earlier and I said some things..." Dean placed his palm to his right shoulder.

Castiel evaded Dean's question. The wood flooring now seemed interesting to him. Dean took notice but decided to question later.

"Well, thanks a lot for the angelic assistance. You know, I almost got my heart ripped out of my chest. At least Ariel did something." He pointed to his left pectoral.

"But you didn't...and she wasn't supposed to." Castiel quipped.

"I thought angels were supposed to be guardians. Fluffy wings, halos-- you know, Michael Landon, Not dicks." Dean sneered.

Castiel stared at Dean blankly. "Read the bible. Angels are warriors of God. I'm a soldier."

"Yeah? Ariel's a frighin' archangel, why didn't you fight." Dean countered, snark clear in his voice.

"I'm not here to perch on your shoulder. That was her duty. We had larger concerns." The blue-eyed celestial being clarified.

"And where the hell is she?! And- And concerns?" Dean huffed. The angel avoided his gaze as Dean resumed, "There were people getting torn to shreds down here! And, by the way, while all this is going on, where the hell is your boss, huh, if there is a God?"

"There's a God." Castiel affirmed, evading the question about his sister.

"Well, I'm not convinced." Dean drawled. 'Cause if there's a God, what the hell is he waiting for, huh? Genocide? Monsters roaming the earth? The freaking apocalypse? At what point does he lift a damn finger and help the poor bastards that are stuck down here?"

Castiel huffed, "The lord works--"

Dean growled, clenching his fists as he whispered. "If you say 'mysterious ways,' so help me, I will kick your ass."

The soldier, at that moment, wanted to give up, but he had his orders. Things would've gone smoother if his big sister was here. She was the smooth talker.

He let out a small sigh as he slammed his hands on the kitchen sink behind him. Dean gawked at the angel with a bewildered expression at his response.

"So, Bobby was right..." He inquired as he inched toward the counter and closer to the trench-coated angel. "About the witnesses. This is some kind of a...sign of the apocalypse."

"That's why we're here. Big things afoot."

"Do I wanna know what kind of things?" The Righteous man asked.

Castiel shrugged. "I sincerely doubt it, But you need to know. The rising of the witnesses is one of the 66 seals."

Dean quipped, "Okay, I'm guessing that's not a show at Seaworld."

"Those seals are being broken by Lilith." Cas informed.

Dean's guarded expression changed as he put two and two together. "She did the spell. She rose the witnesses."

"Mm-hmm" Cas confirmed but continued, "And not just here. 20 other hunters are dead."

"Of course. She picked victims that the hunters couldn't save so that they would barrel right after us." Dean uttered.

"Lilith has a certain sense of humor." Castiel joked.

Dean hoped for the best. "Well, we put those spirits back to rest."

"Doesn't matter. The seal was broken." The angel replied.

"Why break the seal anyway?"

Castiel inhaled deeply, "You think of the seals as locks on a door..."

"Okay. Last one opens and..." Dean leaned forward.

Cas inhaled sharply and slowly turned to face the hunter, "Lucifer walks free."

Dean stared at the angel, his brows furrowed as he tried to process all of this. He was scared shitless, but of course, refused to show this. He resulted in anger and humor. "Lucifer?" He mocked. "But I thought Lucifer was just a story they told at demon Sunday school. There's no such thing."

"Three days ago, you thought there was no such thing as Ariel and I." Castiel countered with a small smile.

There it was again, he spoke about Ariel. She wasn't here but it was her job to 'perch on his shoulders.' Dean just gawked at the angel as he recommenced. "Why do you think we're here walking among you now for the first time in 2,000 years?"

"To stop Lucifer." Dean announced breathlessly, his eyes wide with realization and fear.

The gruff angel nodded, "That's why we've arrived."

"Well..." Dean drawled. "Bang-up job so far. Stellar work with the witnesses. That's nice."

"We tried." Castiel asserted, taking a small step forward. "And there are other battles, other seals. Some we'll win, some we'll lose. This one we lost." Dean scoffed at his comment, pissing off the Angel with his disrespectfulness. If only Dean knew.

Castiel stepped to the hunter, "Our numbers are not unlimited. Six of my brothers died in the field this week. I possibly just lost my best friend. You think the armies of Heaven should just follow you around? There's a bigger picture here." The soldier leaned forward into Dean's personal space causing him to retract. Castiel's emphasis on sister did not go unnoticed. "You should show me some respect. Ariel isn't here, I dragged you out of Hell. I can throw you back in." Castiel directed and proceeded to leave but Dean seized his forearm.

"Where is she?" Dean pushed, looking to the angel with pain in his eyes.

"Ariel...has this weakness. Nature, Humans...I think she was created that way, but only God and Lucifer know." Castiel casually stated as he walked to the desk with the angel lore book on it.

"Humans made up their own lore about why she created." He opened to the designated page and pressed his finger against the picture. He quipped, "Try reading." And with that, he disappeared, leaving a disheveled Dean in the kitchen.

The man slowly walked over to the book, and his eyes widened at the picture. The picture was colorized, handpainted with extreme detail. It was Ariel, painted in the foreground holding a red, glowing, two-handed sword. Behind her were a set of very large, ombre red to white, wings. Her red hair flowed behind her, as she faced the open sky. Dean studied the art with intense focus. Just below her were humans, cowering in fear, but not at her.

She was The Guardian. Then, Dean knew she shouldn't be locked away. Something was wrong in heaven.

Dean left the book open, deciding he would read it in the morning. He shuffled back to his makeshift bed and laid down, pulling the jacket over himself. As he drifted off to sleep, he thought of Ariel.

#dean winchester #dean x ofc #dean winchester fanfiction #dean fanfiction #sam and dean #sam winchester #supernatural #supernatural archangel #supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #spnfamliy #castiel #archangels #archangel michael #lucifer

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Sky And The Forces Of The Multiverse, Chapter 29

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"Judas?", Nora sat up in the gardens the next day, the concern in her voice was obvious as she spotted the tall young man, Judas looked stressed alright, in fact she wasn't sure he actually slept that night at all. His dark hair was messier then usual and all of his eyes were struggling to stay awake, but despite his appearance he headed towards her anyway. Nora's brows furrowing and wishing she had the time to make something that would help him feel a little better. Judas himself headed over and put his hands in his pockets, struggling to keep himself from toppling over as he tried to figure out how best to word this, he was so messed up he wasn't even doing he regular exercise or focusing on his coronation. He smiled at nora, trying to laugh off his current state but she didn't smile back, meeting him with shy and sad light green eyes. "Nora....thanks for meeting with me...listen....You're trying to help angel's mother...has.....she moved since you've been down there together...?".

"No, she's not supposed to be able to....judas...is everything ok? I-If it's about me helping angel instead of you i'm still working with the notes you gave me from your dad, his mom is just.....so...we don't know much time she might have...so i've had to put so much focus into her...I don't mean to-". But he shook his head, "No no, it's ok...I'm not mad about that, i've been dealing with waiting for cures for 17 years, a little more time can't hurt as long as...something else doesn't happen...". He took a deep breath, "Nora....we're worried she's...the masked person....". Nora raised an eyebrow at that, before her face shifted and she became instantly scared, "But...that would mean...angel and his father would know she wasn't sick and doing this and...". Judas nodded, putting his hands carefully on her shoulders, "Angel's spells returning, angel's weirdness lately...globgor sighting her around their kingdom, the fact they're a magic user, that they paused when they saw me...because angel's parents love me....the fact they targeted the three of us's kingdoms specifically! Sky brought this up to me a few nights ago and I can't let it go....especially if she's staying right inside the castle..". Nora was wordless, completely still in fact. "Nora i'm not trying to scare you....but.....i'm worried and i want help....we need definitive proof if we're to know for sure...", nora tugged at her slimy hair in response and took a seat on the nearest bench, processing the whole thing,"I-I wanted to help because I almost lost my mom...and now i'm being told his mom might have been the reason I almost lost her...". Judas suddenly felt a little guilty, maybe he should've gone easier on nora about something like this. Though Sky didn't exactly make this idea easier on him either. "I just...I can't sleep with the idea she could just....hurt you or sky...it's unsettling for me and....I can't be sure without more evidence...". Nora seemed to understand just fine, but she was at a loss for words, though she did seem to manage to pitch out something. "But...if she's not sick....why would she take my book? That book was all my medical research and everything...but she has no use for it if she's just fine right?". She did have a good point, seems there was a little more they had to be missing in terms of what they were up to, the demon clamping his hands together and hoping for everyone's sakes his arm didn't get any ideas. "I think we should confront angel about it...". "Confront him?". "Me, you and Sky, together....angel sucks at lying so we should hopefully get an answer from him but...I think we need to talk to him and see what he knows. We know her's been around his kingdom, there's something fishy with him regardless....we just...if something's happening we need to ask him sooner then later...i don't think....I don't think he wants to be apart it if he is...but....she has attacked all of our kingdoms, we should be the ones to confront him about this...". "You're suggesting going up to him and asking him to spill? Maybe you should talk to your parents about it first-". "I wish that was an option but if we told our parents, and we turned out wrong...we'd be in serious trouble on many different accounts....at least in this case if we confirm it with angel we don't have that risk and if we are on as good terms with him as we feel we might have an easier time getting him to talk...", he wasn't wrong, accusing a sickly queen of not being sick and robbing kingdoms, not to mention using her own son for this to plan out is pretty heavy. "So.....how exactly are you going to do it....judas....are you sure you're ok?". His shoulders sagged, hands wiping over his face, "No...I don't think so...I think everything is getting to me more then it used to...my dad told me what happened to me, then I hear from landon something....important, and now i'm being told my friends could be at risk? I can't help it, there's so much being thrown at me and i'm trying to be cool about it but instead i feel like i'm on the urge of falling apart.". Nora placed a hand on his shoulder carefully, "Judas...". "I'm supposed to be a leader and to handle everything maturely and right now i'm just....i don't know who to trust....I just know i want to make sure no one gets hurt...", he instinctively touched his right arm, "I-I've been thinking too much about how my arm....attacked that suit or armor...there were...bite marks....i've never seen my arm bite anything before....but it bit it....somehow....". Was he...shivering? He desperately tried to calm down as nora pat his backside. "Judas....maybe me and sky should talk to angel, or bring sunny....you don't have to-". "I....Sky wanted me to spend some freetime resting and relaxing...but....how can i relax with this...step back from my friends being in possible danger? I'm having a hard time relaxing nora, i can't just step away and take a break...there's always so much going on and it always puts more and more on my shoulders...", she removed her hand off him as he continued, "You have expectations from your parents and your own set of issues but you didn't have to worry about your arm attacking you or the risk of your friends not being as trustworthy as you thought...these things are just....really important to me...". "Judas...". "And i'm not trying to hurt you with that! It's just a situation i don't think is easy to solve for me...it's pretty hard to find someone who knows how i feel...". Nora sighed before leaning against him, head on his shoulder and she almost felt tempted to move it straight away, but judas seemed perfectly content with this. "I'm sorry nora....there's so much happening and I'm a little out of sorts but...I'm not backing down...we have a hunch and it's a good hunch....we should take advantage of it and at least question angel. If he knows more then he's letting on like Sky said he was, then we owe it to confirm that for sure...especially now...". "But we've spent so much time with him recently and nothing...he acts like he normally does....doesn't he? It could be a false lead judas..like the ones pointing to sky". Her green eyes blinked up at him and as she peeled away from his shoulder she felt embarrassed at the residue from her hair now coating his neck and shoulder, not that the demon minded. "Well as far him acting normally, We kinda think he is.....but recently he's been a little more sickly then he used to be, there's something up he's not telling us...but...we need to do something...". "Angel is more open...?". "Angel kinda never feels the need to usually lie to anyone, he usually kinda is open about how he feels on anything and everything, he kinda says how he feels to your face and means it. Then again, we can't speak as experts on him...it's just how he's always been around us...", she nodded before standing up, making the demon wonder if he said anything wrong. "Maybe then...this could all be a coincidence? Her might've been around his kingdom but it doesn't mean she knows angel, angel could be sick but maybe he's really sick....angel's species might be getting their magic back but maybe it's the doing of the high commission or something...". "It all feels like too many coincidences for it to not have some merit....we gotta try nora, don't you wanna know for sure who attacked your parents? I don't think it'd be easy to sleep in the same room with her if you weren't sure...", he stood up as well and nora turned to face him, "Ok....I'll help....but....just be careful, you might make him upset...his mom seems to just...mean a lot to him...". He nodded, giving her a reassuring pat on his shoulder and looking around the garden, "We'll try...". She faced towards the ground, her shoulders sagging, "Judas....whatever's wrong with your arm, I promise you...i'll figure it out....". Shy hesitated, before quickly pulling him in for a quick hug, much to judas's surprise, though he seemed more relieved by it then anything else, "You won't have to deal with this much longer...I promise...". - "Oh, why Luna, it's good to see you!", eclipsa smiled as she finished cleaning up her tower, the blonde crossing her arms as she entered. "I hear you're becoming quite the knight of this universe aren't you? I mean i don't think you were intending to draw this much attention to yourself but at least you're doing a good job-", but luna grumbled, "I'm here to talk about that necklace you gave me when i passed out that day, it repents dark magic....right?". "Well of course, I mean,well more specifically it wards off magic from controlling a specific something or someone but-". "You KNEW something about that and said nothing, why?". Eclipsa paused at that, fully facing the teen and twiddling her finger together, "Dear it's not something against you, believe me...but it was something better left off not saying. When people around here think of that kinda magic, they tend to point fingers towards me, so i thought it was better left as something me and globgor handled ourselves untill we have enough evidence to prove it hadn't come from me, besides...we don't trust the commission to not point fingers without evidence...regardless of if they're supposibly changed or not." "But you knew what we were doing and still said nothing...". "Says the one who was under the impression it was my fault...". Luna gave her a stern look, but eclipsa still smiled. "Dear....come now, you're not exactly the easiest person for anyone to get along with, even back where you come from it seems...". oh right, eclipsa has seen into her thoughts before, any and all privacy she had with the others was completely lost on this woman as the blond hugged her shoulders. "You....didn't spill anything to the rest of them did you? I value my privacy and i would prefer if the others didn't know me from head to toe...it's already bad enough i spilled to sky about ashton..". "And you didn't wipe her memory? I thought you were all about that?", was eclipsa mocking her now? She was wasn't she? She had that kinda voice, almost as if she took great joy out of the girl's stress and misery. And boy was luna not happy about it, having a slight edge over the others made her life so much easier, even back home no one went into her mind and learned her most personal traits, but eclipsa? She never felt so peeved with anyone since she arrived here. "Look i was too caught off guard i didn't even think about it, though pulling my wand out in public wasn't a good idea either..."., she took a seat on eclipsa's sofa, still not impressed, "As long as she doesn't look too much further into it hopefully she'll forget, judas's knack for being well....judas might keep her away.". Eclipsa was still smiling, taking a seat in front of her and clapping her hands together, "You two seem to open up well to each other....don't you?". "He's got a good head on his shoulders, we seem to connect easier in most places then with a lot of the others, celeste and landon are frustrating, galexia doesn't listen, sunny is....nevermind, judas is the only one i've been able to properly work with....". The former queen snorted, "Frustrated to have been seemingly outmatched by someone younger then you? Oh come now, even in your timeline it seems star was still a master of magic at a young age...". "I've been practicing endlessly and preparing to become queen since i first came into this world, it took me years to master so much of the magic I do, and this silly younger girl is able to do better then me and i just don't understand it...she's not like my mom, she's....much stronger it feels like...", Eclipsa shrugged and relaxed in her sofa, sighing, "Being the perfect queen isn't all it's cracked up to be dear, you seem to really strive for perfection but well...seems perfection has made things harder for you...". "Not back home, back home i'm well respected and a top fighter...". "Judging from the outburst at sky, doesn't sound like it.....not to mention you and your moms....". "That's none of your concern...", she was starting to lose her temper now if she hadn't before. "No but, honestly you probably should open up and talk about it...because seems like it's making this mission for you more difficult, hard to stay in the shadows when you want so badly to impress your own mother you are the most recognizable knight on her team.", luna stood up, "Don't talk to me about my mother...you wouldn't understand, I did everything back home to impress my parents, i promised them to be the best queen they'd ever see and reach measures no queen has done before..". "Perhaps, but did you ever consider that maybe your mothers just wanted you to be a child, their daughter, just a little longer....?". Luna froze. "Dear, you push yourself too hard for their love...when they never needed you to push so much in the first place...they just wanted you to be with them. You're too stiff, you seem to turn everyone away, your parents, ashton...". She gave her a knowing glare, "You lie to the others, you say mean things, it's no wonder everyone's having a hard time with you....sweetie, this isn't your timeline, I know this is far out of your comfort zone but you can't expect to be in charge and control everyone like back home...". "You are not from my timeline, don't pretend to know me...". "I'm not pretending, seeing into your mind just kinda.....makes it easier to understand a person, sweetie, my mother was like you...strict and strong....but she was also loving and caring despite everything she was and...", she looked off to the side, "..did...". The blonde was still mad but her shoulders eased, "I can't be vulnerable like that, back home they need me back there and i can't imagine what a mess it might be without me around to help...". "You care sweetie...as much as you try not to..". "I care because it affects me, I...I need to get back home and this entire situation and these people are not making that easy on me....I've never had this much trouble in my entire life, and i spent a year practically tracking down two teenage thieves who lived in the woods and had no magical powers whatsoever!", She threw her hands up in the air and sighed before summoning her strange wand from it's disguise. "This is no joking matter to me eclipsa, I do truly need to go home...". "And i don't doubt that, but you seem utterly miserable being here, these girls technically are your sisters, no telling if you'll see them again when you hopefully return....and i kinda think they wish you'd get to know them before that happens...". the older girl tossed the wand in her hand, flipping it with ease, "You're trying to guilt me eclipsa, c'mon now, you don't think in my dimension we don't know about you...or that you like to get in people's heads....do what you want them to do?". "Yes, it's called helping you become a better sociable person, luna you don't just want allies...you want friends...you need friends out here, people you trust like judas. Dear, I only care so much because i've had to deal with the responsibility of being queen before and how tough it made my social life, being pressured into marriage, not being with who i loved...having the world turned against me. You're going to lose the trust of everyone whose ever cared about you and it won't be pretty....the tensions you have at home are already bad enough.". "No, stay out of my business...do not mention my parents, ashton, any of them to me again....", she pointed her wand threateningly at the old queen, her gaze was stone cold and most of those who had seen it would trembled at their feet, eclipsa was not one of those though. If anything she seemed disappointed with a sigh, "Well, if that's how you feel, luna dear....just be careful, at the very least think about your actions from now on, i'm sure you're trying not to have another slip up aren't you...". Luna growled. "Oh and for the record, that boy is a looker, i hope things work out between you two", she winked as luna put down her wand and have her a grossed out looking face before practically storming off, only stopping at the door as her wand transformed back into it's ring disguise. "Whatever is happening here, someone is using some dark magic, we need to take serious action if that's the case, especially if something like this happens again anytime soon...", she glanced at eclipsa with her shiny blue eyes, her gaze sharp enough to pierce through a heart. "I always get my target and i always complete my mission....this is my objective and i have to focus on it, there is no point in getting too attached to people i won't see again when i have people back home who need me, you tried...but let me be and do me a favor...when someone almost gets possessed, tell us that's what almost happened!". She headed out fast, leaving the queen to watch her her direction and sigh to herself at the girl's stubbornness. "You tried boo..."., globgor lifted up eclipsa's hat and looked off to where luna left, "I don't think you can parent every single one of these girls, that one especially seems too much of a pain to deal with. I don't think you'll be able to convince her much of anything....". Though the queen didn't seem to mind as much, "Give her some time, she might get it eventually, just between you and me though, i think she's my favorite of sky's new sisters...she's fun.". "You think she'll do anything irrational?". "Oh yeah, we should make sure she doesn't do anything awful...she hasn't gone off the rails so far but if she does....well we don't need meteora situation...". The couple exchanged looks before smiling, knowing exactly what the other was thinking. - "Hello Fae...", The small demon turned her head away from her work to see the appearance of celeste landon and....a small demon girl who was practically standing on her tippy toes from how giddy she was. Celeste growled as she looked around the stable, watching for any onlookers as landon stepped forward and sighed, "Sunny wanted to come and talk to you herself, we were going to get an update by ourselves but she's...kinda convincing...". Fae's eye traveled to focusing just on the excitable demon girl, who chilled herself down and placed her hands on her hips. "I'm always just happy to meet new people! Plus you seem really cool!". Fae's pretty neutral expression didn't change, a horseshoe falling down nearby during the awkward silence. Landon just decided to step in and get to the real meat of the situation however, "Anyways we wanted to talk more about the note you got asking for advice....is there anything you can remember about it?". "Actually we just came to see if you've heard anything through that grapevine of yours...", the prince mumbled, "Sunny was the one content to know more about the note despite me saying it might be a lost cause, celeste did suggest time travel but the likelyhood father time lets us use that wheel is minimum since the last time he used it led a thief down there and made things WAY worse. So yeah, look, just let us know if you found anything out and i guess if you wanna help sunny...". "What brought this up?", her eye directly looking at the girl about her age. Sunny stepped forward, nervously messing with her hands, "Well, i mean, you mentioned to them about what was on it, but we- I was hoping you maybe knew what it was made from or what it looked like because well...we got a few suspects and we kinda wanna narrow it down, the note is just kinda too good of a clue to overlook...". She gave the girl a sweet smile that fae snorted at, "It's been awhile since i saw it, the paper was just...kinda parchment...could be from anywhere...and i don't remember the handwriting all that much...it was fancy looking i guess...". "You guess?", the brunette stepped forward, next to sunny, "C'mon, you found a huge chunk of evidence, we kinda need you to remember something about it if we're going to get anywhere with any of this, we've been in circles long enough. Like sunny spent hours hanging out with that creepy spider prince to investigate him or something and found nothing, you say you're super unlucky but so much of what we could use just drops into your lap". The mention of the spider boy made the demon turn back to sunny, "The spider prince? Prince Angelus?". "Is there another one?". "Everyone in the underworld always mentions how much of a trouble maker he has been for years, why is he suddenly hanging out with you all? He's pretty much banned almost everywhere and doesn't queen butterfly hate him or something?", the blonde quickly intervened, trying to explain, "There's a lot going on up on the surface but angel's really not that bad i promise, he just needs help, look it's uh....there's a bit of a target on his back kinda and-". "Oh so you all think he did it." "Well...". Fae stood up, brushing off her dress, "I mean, that kinda makes sense but you all have also told me the culprit has amazing magic skills, knows about the tunnels probably, has the power to posses others, and all kinda of nonsense...does someone like that prince seem able to do all that? Like doesn't he know one spell? If you ask me the culprit sounds more like a demon then anything. Everytime i hear things on him I hear about how useless he is and how he's just a pain overall, like why would anyone suspect him of anything?". "We sorta have someone who saw her around his kingdom?". "Yeah but people have seen them everywhere, the woods, mewni, the underworld....what if they stole from the arachfords? You guys seem so eager to convict the dude, i mean, he's a pain but like....isn't everyone you know a suspect kinda? You need more solid proof, like if you wanna know the truth, dig it out of him or something, that's what my family tends to do...if we demons accused everyone for every random thing and decided they were the culprit the underworld would be in more destruction then it is...". "Is this because-". Fae gave landon a dirty look, "Look, i get blamed a lot, usually because it's easy to blame the girl with bad luck on anything bad that happens, which is an easy out for anyone trying to get out of a situation. Oh, did you break something expensive, it was clearly because of me! I'm sorry i don't have the note to help you out but maybe if you guys are suspicious you should go to his kingdom yourselves somehow, or like...find out if he's hiding anything? Like his family doesn't have the gulls to go after you, Queen and King Lucitor would destroy them on the spot". "Well it is a common idea that maybe they're working with someone and not on their own, i mean, we did see him and that lady in the same room before, so he'd most likely have to have a partner, but that would still mean he was responsible for a lot of this so....well it's kinda the same thing.", fae looked between the three of them and sighed, "Fair enough, but honestly who in their right mind would use him as an ally? He seems too wishy washy honestly...especially considering he isn't allowed anywhere...". She quickly snapped her fingers and sighed as a notepad appeared in them before shoving it in the prince's hands, "Here, write some ideas down, maybe it'll help you brainstorm or something....like write down a list of suspects, what you know and don't know, or just burst in on the dude and get answers...i dunno. Like if you were asking for any updates on anything i don't know anything else so...yeah...", she started heading off, leaving the three in the dust as she got back to work as sunny reassured them with a grin and followed the girl through the stables on her own. The blue demon ignoring her entirely. "Hey I uh....i get it if there's not much you can tell us about the note, i'm sorry if we're pushing you...truthfully we just need help. Everyone's paranoid and you've been kinda a big help and we just want to know what's going on...", the demon stopped in her tracks, "I personally don't really care about that spider prince, but people like us monsters are pretty easy targets to blame when something happens or goes wrong. I'm 13 and every time i go to the butterfly kingdom it's super weird half the time because no one's still used to accepting monsters all the way...not even half monsters". "It's not everyone...", sunny mumbled, "It's only a small few from what I've seen, and i promise it's not because of anything like that. We just want to get down to the bottom of things and...truth be told being in a universe that's different from my own, even slightly....it's weird. I think angel is cool, he needs help, i'm not trying to accuse him but we need to know for certain if he's actually on our side or not, I want to help prove if he's innocent or not....it's just the kinda stuff I do at home. Is there anything useful you could tell us to help? Anything at all...?". "Ugh, i dunno, maybe you should just convince him to tell you what's going on? I'm sure he's not that hard to convince.". "Well, what would you recommend? I know him ok but not so well....he has a hard time opening up..". "A truth potion?" "We don't have a truth potion on standby, but it's a good idea....!". Fae grumbled but she turned around and her orange eye stared at the floor before heading to the demon, "His mom is sick right? I mean if the guy has any serious motivation and doesn't actually want to hurt the lucitors and butterflys, and didn't actually hurt the spiderbites....maybe you should give him what he wants? Like, i know it's complicated, with a disease that no one has been able to find a cure for....and i'm not like a medial expert or anything but doesn't Prince Mason have a fantastical garden full of plants of all shapes and sizes? Everyone in the underworld talks about it and the plants in it, maybe it's possible something in there could help? I've seen medicine made from demon plants cure a lot of folks down here, my mom works in the medical bay herself...". "You think it would help?". "Well i mean, it's something, if you got a cure then maybe he'd spill...like bribery..but with a dying mom involved...demons do stuff like that all the time, or you can be vanilla and just cure her and see what happens...if you know your target your best bet is to sorta have something you can use against them, it's how my family's been able to keep ourselves out of any more serious trouble. If that's all he wants, and he took a medical book so he could be using it to cure her...then there you go...". "Uh well, that's a good idea fae....though the bribing thing sounds a little...messed up and maybe we should go about it the second route instead if i'm being honest, but yeah maybe we should shift our focus into helping his mother, like nora's doing!". It wasn't a bad idea, angel wasn't a bad person after all so appealing to his wants and preventing him from wanting to cause trouble was a safe way to help, not to mention bring the kingdoms together after such a mess. That made fae freeze, "Wait....the spiderbite princess.....is helping the archford family? Aren't they like...bitter rivals or something? Or did Queen Butterfly make them sign some kinda peace treaty recently? Hope it's not an arranged marriage deal because the last time we had something that serious one of our own got killed....", sunny laughed awkwardly as she tried to explain carefully, "No no, she just wants to help, work things out, but with this info maybe we can figure out a cure sooner! If we can figure out a cure we'd be in his good graces, and the whole kingdom's! Then we can figure out how angel possibly got us here!". "I mean, i'm not an expert, it'd still take time...but....i guess it's an idea, if you got a spiderbite on the job and access to a number of potential materials for a cure you might be able to do something...don't quote me on it though i'm just making suggestions right now...especially since there's not much else i can help with. If you want my advice about knowing for sure it's him, get him to trust you or bribe him, he doesn't sound like he could turn that down...". "I just never thought about mason's plants that way, everyone thinks his garden is impressive but so many demons seem to hate going there so much there don't really get as familiar with the plants, and a lot have special properties right? Maybe we've been too busy focusing on convicting and investigating angel when we should've been focusing on helping him, my mom always says during these times it's better to have more friends then enemies...I mean it's still a longshot, curing a fatal illness? It could be a lot of time being put on something when there's a simpler way of handling it, all we want is to prove if he's involved, but then again if we found a way to help...I'd want to help...". Then fae shifted, turning around as some boxes fell nearby and she suddenly seemed more down and upset then before as the boxes revealed someone behind them. Sunny's three eyes widened at seeing who was behind them as some other workers nearby rushed over, "Prince Mason! Are you ok dear?". The sheepish young boy looked embarrassed beyond belief at being discovered, fixing his hat and almost trying to hid himself behind his giant wings as he awkwardly waved to fae. Fae gave him a not so amused look. "Prince mason...". The servants started to brush the boy off as he quickly tried to explain himself, "Sorry Fae, i wanted to come see you later but then i couldn't just wait and then i heard you talking about my plants and I was super curious and uh....Hi?". Sunny blinked at Mason and then back to fae, processing the situation before smiling and waving to mason, "You uh....you two know each other? You never mentioned you knew mason personally, i thought you hadn't properly been in contact with any of the princes before landon....". "After prince mason got punished and wasn't allowed in his garden till further notice, he went down here to see the skeleton horses...apparently his brothers are so busy he's been talking more and more to me about....whatever.....he...won't seem to leave me alone...". Mason got out of the hands of the workers who quickly shuffled away from fae as the prince approached the two girls, "Sunny! What are you doing down here? Are you here to see the horses too?!". He looked as enthusiastic as usual, even if he was a little embarrassed. "Oh! Um....not exactly, I actually came down here to see fae, I didn't know you both knew each other! Uh sorry....but that's pretty cool!", she had not been expecting this at all, mason knew fae? He came down here where he could easily listen in on their conversations with her? Sunny hadn't even seen Mason too much lately outside of dinner these days, a side effect of everything going down, so this was the last thing she'd been expecting today. Mason seemed to read the room a little though, noticing the girls looking rather....anxious. His expression drastically changed, his wings faltering and his smile fading, "Oh uh....i'm sorry, I'm interrupting something right? You guys look upset with me?". His sad expression made sunny react quick, trying to ease him before something went wrong. "Oh no no no, sorry, we're not upset with you, I'm just surprised to see you....I didn't know you were coming here!". She started to head off by sunny grabbed her arm. "Hold on....mason, you know a lot about the plants in your garden, have any of them been used for healing? As in, has anyone used them for purposes besides food?", mason only took a moment to process this, "What? No, not a lot of people down here even bother to get invested in plants, considering we can barely grow any that aren't already native to the underworld, all the plants i keep were always looked after by me, until now that is...i've never tried stuff like that with them...then again, no one was invested...". "Angel's mom, she has memory issues, she can barely move, she's lacking strength, are any of your plants good for helping with any of that?". The boy blinked at her though, "I'm only 13, I don't know a lot about how healing and bodies and stuff work...just about the complexities and and knowledge of plant based life all over mewni and other various dimensions!". The blue demon blinked at him enthusiastically, "Ok, you're both hopeless, mason go talk to nora...the spiderbite princess, maybe your weird plant knowledge might help her studies and find a cure sooner, if her family's on board...and then sunny can use it to cure the queen only after bribing info out of angel, got it? got it.". "Wait...bribe angel...? Why are we bribing angel?". Oops Sunny tensed before quickly stepping in front of fae to dismiss her words, "What? No no no, we're trying to help him....it's nothing like that i promise. We just want to help him, that's all...". Mason tilted his head though, "Bribing him with his mother's life sounds.....awful, like it's his mama, why would you even want to bribe him in the first place?". Seems like maybe they didn't update fae on everything as much as they should, and it only got worse as landon and celeste started heading over themselves. Maybe hanging around a bad luck demon WAS a bad idea. "Landon?". "Mason?". "W-what are you doing here....?". "I like coming down here....you and judas have been so busy with other people and i lost access to my garden i went looking for something else to do....so i come down here now to play with and see the horses...but uh....are you guys...going to hurt someone? What's this about bribing angel?". Landon quickly shoved his notebook away and celeste looked like she was silently panicking, "What? No no...", he shot a look at the girls, wondering what they said in front of the small boy. Sunny stepped in, "Mason, no it's cool, we just know fae as well and we all came here to ask for advice. Fae was just messing around...". Mason seemed a little skeptic though, slightly backing up in steps, "Is that why you've been isolating yourself from me so much? To go after angel....or are you and judas fighting again? Every time you fight with each other you wander off and separate and is this what you do? Does judas know you're doing this?". "Mason...calm down...". "Why would you wanna hurt someone's family....or does family not mean anything to you?". "Mason, wait, no....look we're not trying to hurt anyone...". The boy sniffled and landon immediately broke through the crowd to approach his brother, "Mason, no no...c'mon....i don't know what they said but...that's not true....c'mon...please look at me..". Judas was way better at talking to their younger brother when a fight happened or any tragedy in the family happened at all, but this was all up to landon this time. Guess with everything happening, with bernard, and the investigating and the disputes, they really hadn't spent a lot of time with mason. Landon and Judas were kinda sorta working together, something typically strange for them, and for once mason was the one on the outs. Landon shot the rest of the group a look and they quickly backed away as he attempted to handle the situation as best as he could without making it worse. He went back to facing his brother, "Hey hey, we're not gonna hurt anyone I promise...and I'm not.....I'm sorry i haven't been spending much time with you...after you lost your garden I guess i should've taken into consideration about trying to kinda cheer you up... instead of ignoring you mostly outside of dinner...". Mason was still sniffling though, prompting landon to say something else. Though before he got a chance, mason was heading out of the stable through another exit, a trail of tears following him. Landon only panicked for a moment before quickly following the boy, with the boy's wings, he had an edge over landon. They left dust in their wake, almost blinding the demon who went after him. If he didn't catch up and find him Mason could spill what he and judas had been up to, or even make their already strained relationship even worse. The servants still working in the stables almost seemed to panic as they saw the boys pass by. Getting out of their way as landon tried to catch up with his little brother, calling out to him as he followed him out to the warm depths of the underworld. "Mason? C'mon, wait up....let's just talk!", but mason didn't stop, his wings were picking up more speed and lifting him further and further into the air and despite landon's attempts to fly with fire, mason was faster. It didn't take long for the boy to fly away, sending a moment of panic for the boy, thought as if luck was finally on his side, something green fell down next to him. He knew that pom pom anywhere, mason's favorite hat, he wore it everywhere. The gears turned in his head and he immediately teleported where he needed to be, startling a giant shape who had previously been sleeping in the room, still gripping the hat. Lucy immediately stood up to the boy who held out the green fabrics for her to sniff. "Hey girl, I'm sorry i'm not here to give you treats this time, but we gotta find mason....fast..the underworld is crazy out there and who knows what could happen to him if he doesn't know where he's going...", her three heads looked at him sympathetically before sniffing the green hat, the dog whimpering at it. "It's gonna be ok girl, we just need to find him, and who better then the best tracker on mewni?", he reached out to pet one of her heads and she quickly licked his face in affection with one of her large tongues. "Ew lucy....", he smooched her head before making his way up on her back, "Alright girl, we gotta find mason...quickly...". And quick as the wind the dog was, practically bounding it's way outside as landon watched her nose go, before pulling out his compact. He ran out on the girls back there and boy when he saw them again he was probably going to get mad at their carelessness around his younger brother but maybe for now it's better they know why he entirely vanished from the stable. One text to celeste and bumpy ride later he found himself in the outskirts, far out to where mason was allowed to actually be. He must really be that upset if he flew all the way near mount boom, their volcano. Not that he was close enough to risk being in danger, but still. He was crouched over, still processing the information when landon got off the cerberus, mason didn't even react to him. Not even when landon walked over behind him, and not when landon put the boy's favorite hat back on. He must've expected this from landon. Landon was a bit of a shut in and a bit weird when it came to most of his family, but he wasn't the type to just abandon them and risk them getting hurt either. Of course he would go after mason, find him, and talk to him. Though despite knowing he would mason didn't try to run any further, in fact he seemed to give in more then anything. Landon was more then relieved right now but mason was not coming back to their castle unless he talked to him and sorted this mess out. "Mason, don't do that again, you had me worried! You could've been hurt!", though his voice quickly changed pace, this was his little brother and he should be a bit more gentle with the kid. Rubbing his face and looking for the right words, "I-I meant what i said back there, ok? Look, i get it....judas is the better brother...he's always trying to make everyone happy if he can...I-I should've been there for you too during all this...I know I kinda suck but I didn't mean to hurt you or anything....I...". He scratched his head, tussling his dark pink locks. "This is all probably too much for you to deal with, even in the past our family has never been well....this worried about our future, and look, maybe we should've told you things were a little different behind the scenes then it looked...we're just worried ok? Nothing's gone right for any of us much these days......I wish you didn't stumbled upon this like this....we would've preferred to talk about this with you and....I know you would've preferred we did as well", mason's ear twitched, implying he was listening rather well. He still said nothing though, only making landon's stomach sink, had he really hurt his brother that bad? He felt himself start to shake and whimper, "Mason i'm sorry........". His eyes closed and he waited, hoping for his brother to respond, not even noticing as mason finally turned around and stood up, "I'm sorry, I was just mad....I should've let you explain...I've just been.....you know how you always feel like no one cares about you and you're always alone? I've never felt like this before but....it just feels like...". "Mason....it's complicated with everything happening, but...it's ok....i promise...". Mason wiped his tears, his wings settling, "You sure?" "Look, me and judas may or may not be busy these days with things and we aren't trying to ignore you...it's just...these are things we don't think you're ready to be involved in....we promise it's not as bad as you think", mason blinked, "Is this more about you crushing on bernard and not wanting me involved? Cause judas talked about that with me already...". Landon turned red, "Ok, at this point who doesn't know I like him? Is it really that obvious i like him or-". Only to make his brother laugh, his wings flapping open, "It's that obvious." But then mason bit his lip, "Wait, but fae and sunny were talking about angel...do you also have a crush on-". "No.", landon was quick to snip that one in the butt, but happy to see his brother was returning back to normal. "Does judas have a crush on-? Wait...no...does sky? but wait.....they mentioned nora too...", the older boy huffed, "I'm not invested in their romantic lives so i don't know but look mason....i'm not....I don't hate judas and i don't hate spending time with our family...it's just...complicated...look, i'm taking care of things and I promise when it's over we'll make things up to you ok? We'll do a game night or something...just...I'm sorry it got to this point with you...". He pulled the smaller boy in for a hug, which was a lot harder with the giant wings but he still managed. Yeah, now he thought about it, when was the last time they hugged like this? Feels like forever honestly? Landon never seemed much for hugs, but mason relished in them. They always seemed to put the boy at ease and calm him down, he could feel his heartbeat slow down and his breath fully go back to normal, landon felt a incredible relief. "Do you guys really wanna cure angel's mother?". The question made him shut down, so much for that relief. Landon felt himself freeze as he held his brother, "Uh...well...uh..". Mason still mumbling into his brother's shirt, "I don't know a lot about healing but maybe i could help out, i know my garden better then anyone...and...I'd like to go back inside it again soon....maybe there is something there I could use....or someone else can use...". Curing angel's mother? Hurting someone? What in the heck were those girls talking about when mason stepped in? "We'll get back to you on that...just...if you wanna hang out talk to me or jude....ok?". "Ok....". He was still hugging his brother, nuzzling against him. "Have you really been coming down to the stables since you lost access to your garden?", the boy nodded, holding his brother tighter, "I don't know what to do with myself without it, sometimes i play games but games aren't fun when everyone is busy...you and judas are busy, our parents are busy, the girls all seem busy...so i met fae and she's a good listener! And since she's all by herself, that means i can talk to her without others listening in or overcrowding me...it's just....I like having someone my age to talk to...". He wiped away his tears and removed himself from his brother, "I'm not sure she likes me though....". Landon watched his face fall again, and to be fair, fae didn't seem like she was the best with social skills in the slightest, if you didn't count them in terms of getting demon gossip. "I just didn't want to feel alone, i'm sorry.....", he was giving him some serious puppy dog eyes right now if only to adds more to landon's guilt, "Mason, c'mon, you're the most likable of all of us...you're adorable and accomplished the most at a young age, you're cool. She's missing out if she doesn't like you...". "Am I doing something wrong landon? Am I turning people away now that i don't have my garden anymore?". "No, c'mon mase, you're more then your garden....you're our little brother, you're fun at games, you wear that silly hat all the time just to play with the pom on top. You're not turning people away, everyone's just had so much happening.", mason twiddled with his fingers, "You guys don't think I should be involved.....I want to be with you....I don't wanna be.....ignored.". Geez, he wished judas was here to help, or better yet, he wished they hadn't practically told mason they were working on some secret mission at all. Telling THAT to judas would be pretty uncomfortable. "Mason, it's....we want to keep you safe....we don't want you to get hurt and you could...this is something you have to stay out of ok?", though the small boy persisted, "But you guys are doing it, if you guys want help, I should be able to help shouldn't i?". Mason turned away, "Whatever it is you're doing, you sound like you could use help....and...what are you really doing? Why are you guys putting yourselves in more danger?". Landon sighed and mason's eyes widened, "Wait..are you....are you trying to catch the scary flying person?". "Mason...". "That's why you wanted to listen in to Queen Butterfly's royal meeting when...the spiderbites were in danger...and you think...angel's the scary flying person...". Seems mason had been paying a lot more attention to all the stuff going on then landon or judas had previously thought. "No no, we...we he's a guess but...". Mason stood there in shock, his mind clearly now processing this new information and sliding the puzzle pieces together and things suddenly made more sense. He almost looked broken and his face was in a permanent surprised look. "Mase It's.....we think we can maybe catch them ok? We're all sorta kinda looking for clues and picking out suspects, we kinda maybe even at one point used the all seeing eye but that didn't end up sorta working...". This didn't seem to ease mason's worries. "Mason.....look, it's ok, we're ok...we just wanna help...". "I wanna help...". "What?". Mason turned around, "I wanna help..."., landon felt his heart drop, "W-what? Mason, no no no, we promised to keep you out of this! You shouldn't even know about it! Look, just stay quiet about the situation and don't get involved, It's better we don't risk putting you in anymore danger...". Mason shook his head, "That meanie ruined our fun sleepover and scared my family and brothers! I wanna help you catch them! I can keep this a secret, I wanna be with you two!". "Mason...". "I'm not a cute little kid landon! Everyone treats me like a baby but i can help too! We're all supposed to stick together and take care of each other right? I won't put myself in danger but....can i please help you? At least let me try..."., it didn't take much longer as the boy caved, "Alright, alright...but judas won't be happy, and please, whatever it was they were talking about, don't take it seriously, truth is, we don't know what we're doing, we swap notes and we just...investigate...". "Why don't you just make a truth potion for angel?". "Hmm?". "Y'know, slip some into his drink? I have all kinds of ingredients for that in my garden! That way, you can guarantee full blown honesty! No lying from a truth potion, mom's used it before on criminals in the past so no reason we shouldn't be allowed to use one!" Now that they thought about it, why hadn't they tried that before? "Wait mason, you had the ingredients to making a truth potion in your garden and never said anything about it before now?!", mason simply shrugged, "What would i have used it for? I think only mom has used it and knows about it, they like to get food and potion stuff from there sometimes, even if i'm not always ok with it....". Landon snorted, "I'm sorry I doubted you...that really could help us out! We should make one! That way we no longer have to worry about our suspects lying to us!". "You didn't take any of mom's stash?". "You think i wanna get grounded again?". "Fair point.". "Mason....", Landon said, sighing, "Welcome to the team..". Mason smiled and reached out to grab Landon's hand, shaking it. "This is going to be so cool! We're gonna be super heroes who catch the bad guy! We're gonna take this guy down and show them what for!", he started doing fighting moves and landon sighed,"I really don't know why those girls were talking about curing the queen though, we're not experts, we're a bunch of teenagers! We can't cure uncurable illnesses! Well, I guess nora could or something but-". "They wanted me to work with nora!". "They did?", mason nodded, "That's the thing about the spiderbites, they live in an environment surrounded by some of the best plants to be used for medicine! that's why they have some of the best rates in curing their sick, minus the whole "Spider bite" thing, but the slime monsters have helped a lot with that kinda stuff! I-I don't actually know a whole lot about medical stuff but maybe if i showed nora all the stuff and she got her family to help-". "Wait wait wait....why do you want to cure her? Like no offence but his mom being sick has little to do with our investigation and should be left to the professionals...and what about the truth potion?", mason excitably grabbed onto his brother's arms and shook him, "Landon lissssteeeennnnnn, we're gonna go make ourselves a truth potion and then you can weed out the suspects! But maybe, maybe! We could save a life! Imagine that? We save their queen!". "But-". "Landon, all we're doing is finding things to help, the spiderbites can try to cure her! Please landon! Maybe if we can do this, our parents might...they might trust me again to look after my plants...". Landon didn't seem so optimistic about that but it was hard to deny mason's expression right now, especially with his grip."Mason, we....don't be so hard on yourself if there's nothing you can do ok?",mason let him go and ushered him to come with him as he went over to lucy. "C'mon....we have no time to waste if we want to get started!". "Get started?". "Yeah, didn't I make it clear?", he said happily, his wings fluttering eagerly, "We're breaking into my garden tonight".

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