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Regret (1)

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Genre: romance, Otherworldy, fantasy, LGBT+

A wind swept paper petals up towards the sky. A grand castle surrounded by a red sky lay in silence. The servants and stewards of this place all have a fabricated hearts. Only three residents carry a body of flesh and blood. A human with eyes of God and one arm. Who carries a promise with the two others. A dragon who has been around the longest and watches the other two from afar. Who carries his hobbies with vigor. A demon born from resentment which took a paper rose as his vessel. Who keeps the title of Devil and would rather spend time with the two others than those from outside.

The living room was dimly lit. Rosell sat on the windowsill one foot dangling down and with crossed arms. He looked outside at the rain. Hell was soaking with sound of roaring thunder in the distance. It was pleasant to hear. Really making the comforts of home more cozy.

“Wow, it’s thundering like crazy out there. I wonder if it’ll come closer.” A bright young woman sat down beside the Devil. Her peach skin illuminated every time a bolt of lightning lit the sky. Her long unruly blond hair fell nicely on her shoulders. Her smile warmed the Devil who she called brother everytime he looked at it.

A nice scent came sneaking in on them. It came directly from the kitchen which was placed beside the living room. A young looking man came strolling in. He wore a blue dress with a nice fluffy jacket, an apron and oven mittens while carrying stew. A long blue and white tail closed the kitchen door behind him. His slitted eyes screamed mischievous and his grin was painted a bright red.

“Food’s served.” He sang. The young woman, who was named Dina Ravenwood, who sat beside the Devil got up and darted to the dinning table. The man with the dragon’s tail, named Ikle Raveice sat down beside her and served her a portion of his cooking. He looked at his younger brother who still sat at the window. “Come eat with us already! I made your fav stew, you know.” Rosell Chartam Ibaraki, the Devil of the Fabricated Hell, stood up and sat down beside Ikle.

The little family sat and ate. Chatting about Dina’s school, about demonic affairs, about fashion and then. Dina,“Oh yeah! Today in religion I got in a heated discussion with two of the boys from the other class.” Ikle sniggered, “Wow, pro’lly ‘cause they had their own version of the Devil and such, huh? Not like anyone know the right answer right?” Ikle said, elbowing the Devil. Dina laughed and stuck her tongue out for her dragon brother. “Why are you booing me I’m right!” Ikle’s use of an old meme earned him another elbow.

“Actually,” Dina began after she had stopped laughing. “We were talking about resentment toward God and how The Devil...is driven by only that, hate.” Hearing Dina say that Rosell could only keep eating.

A shadow fell over Rosell’s features and he stared out of the window again. Ikle gulped loudly and gestured for Dina to change subject. Dina however, was quite nosy.

“Rosell? I argued against them because I know better, right.” She continued. Without hesitating Rosell answered, “Nah, they’re pretty much right. But you know that too. If it wasn’t for that god-for-nothing, i’d-“ Dina, “You’d what?” Silence feel over the room. “Isn’t that quite dumb?” Rosell turned his head, seething anger started to rise. he clenched his fists.

Dina’s face was stern and Ikle could only sigh. “Dina.” Rosell began, trying to keep his voice calm. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. You know what he did.” Dina was relentless, “I know he killed them. But didn’t you kill his forces too?” Rosell became angrier, he almost said something until Dina said, “Didn’t you want to be able to be left unrestrained? Is this your anger? You didn’t know any of them! Neither the circumstances surrounding why God saw it as a necessity to... ok I won’t defend mass murder. But... you hate a guy you never really met. And for what? The resentment your predessecors formed you from?”

Silence filled the room after Dina spoke. Suddenly, a loud humm broke out. Rosell turned his head and was met with the biggest “I told you bro!” Face from Ikle.

All the anger which had been built up suddenly dissapeared as if a witch had swung her staff. It dawned on Rosell.

She was right.

Ikle looked at Dina who returned the look. Then back to Rosell who stared at his plate Suddenly, Dina couldnt take her brother’s silence anymore.

“Uhh, Rosell? Sorry, I just wanted-“ Dina didn’t get the chance to finish. “You’re right.” “Huh?” It blurted from Ikle. Rosell rested his chin in his hand and looked troubled.

Rosell, “You’re absolutely right.”

Footsteps rang out throughout the Heavens. A colorful seraph darted around God’s abode to try and find the lord. Finally, after opening the absolute last door in the whole palace the angel found God.

A big white coat, with splotches of dried paint, floated around a being with a dimmed aura. With colorless hair tied loosely by the neck, held by a huge bead. A young man rotated his body to show a patchwork of vitiligo on his skin. Big round glasses surrounded his eyes which were two differen colors, one blue one and one purple. He broke into a smile, “Miza!! What is it?” The seraph stood straight and answered, “Young lord Bell, I-I believe I found Strezia’s daughter!!!!”

Colorful eyes widened and the smile became bigger. The God jumped into his angel’s embrace and celebrated with gusto, jumping up and down. “Are you for real?! Then what are we waiting for? Hurry and let’s go already!!!”

The seraph staggered and tried to readjust themselves, “Bell,uh Bell. Remember. It’s the human realm we are going to. You need to hide your aura!” Baltazar, the God of The World of Allure smiled, “Well, I think I will need your help... you know. My art block and all.” The seraph called Miza didn’t answer. Only giving a knowing nodd and then the two were on their way.

“What do you mean you can’t tell me?!” Baltazar almost started crying. The lady behind the counter couldn’t help but fidget while Baltazar got closer and closer up in her face.

“Bell... calm down. They can’t just give out the information like that.” Baltazar turned to look at Miza, “But, but. Then how will we...” “Excuse me, sirs?” Both turned to the lady, who was in charge of the orphanage register. “Like I said.” She began. “I can’t just give out addresses at random. And since you can’t prove that you’re related to this woman, then it doesn’t look good for your search...”

Baltazar’s face turned gloom. It was like all the color around him died out and became grey.

“But there might just be a way.”

Instantly, Baltazar’s face brightened up. The woman behind the counter turned in her seat and began pressing keys on her computer and click around with her mouse.

“You see... five years ago. A woman related to miss Ravenwood came to search for her as well. She left her business card. It’s all I can give you as of now.” She reached for a file and pulled out a small dull business card.

Baltazar took the card and thanked the lady profusely. Then he darted out the door with Miza dangling behind him.

“So... huff, huff what now?” Miza inquired. Baltazar stopped on a sidewalk and turned to Miza, “Hold out your hands. I need some inspiration.” Miza held out her hands and they both closed their eyes. After minute standing like that, earning the two weird looks from pedestrians they knew where to go.

Penelope power walked down the lane in centrum. She kept looking at her watch and walked faster and faster. She had done it so many times that even her stilettos gnawing at her heels wasn’t a bother anymore. Just slap on some patches and then she would be fine! Oh well, she also had to call Dina and wish her luck on her test and then there was that new apartment opening and then. Umpf!

Penelope, “watch were you’re going!” Staggering back from the impact Penelope surveyed the person in front of her. Messy, oversized coat, bleached hair, smudged glasses, and ... heterochromia? Without noticing Penelope had begun to sneer at the jaywalker. “Uh... I’m! I’m so sorry.” The man begun to bow up and down. So much that Penelope felt nauseous just looking at the other, she asked him or was it a her? To stop.

After the person stopped Penelope made her way to leave until her wrist was grabbed.

Big mistake.

Penelope had practiced martial arts since grade school. She was quite proud of her hand palm block and wrestled the attacker’s hand backwards. A pitiful scream was released and people around the two stared in disbelief. This attacker had to be a man. In Penelope’s opinion it was always men who gave the most ear-piercing scream.

While Baltazar’s soul was about to leave his body, a new guy appeared. “Wait, ms Ravenwood!” Penelope looked at the newcomer. With disdain she said, “Who are you and why do you know my name?” The new guy straightened his back and answered with a slight tremble, “Please, we uh, we wish to speak to you. About Dina.” With those words Penelope let Baltazar go.

“You’re Dina’s father’s acquaintance?” Penelope asked and sipped her free coffee, the two others had brought for her.

The attacker was named Baltazar and the other one, who Penelope had thought to be man, Miza. Both sat opposite from her inside a coffee shop.

The two nodded and Baltazar began, “Yeah, we got your business card at the register. We really didn’t want to bother you... or maybe, just bother you about Dina.” He shrugged helplessly.

Penelope sighed, “I see. Next time don’t jolt me like that. I nearly got a heart attack, you know!”

Both bowed their head to apologize.

“Well, never mind anymore.” She said to make them stop. “I just need to know if you have any proof of your relations. You must know I just can’t send any stranger over to my niece.”

Miza had an aha moment and rummaged around in her purse. “Is the person on the right familiar in any way?” She asked, while pointing to a picture of two people she pulled out of her purse.

Penelope’s face dropped.

She asked for the photo and studied it close.

“It really... is her. Marie...” Penelope said, caressing the picture with her free hand. Her eyes got glassy.

“I see. Only two copies exist of this one. That’s what Marie told me... very well then. Tell me what you want with Dina and then I’ll tell you we’re to find her. But i warn you!” She said, pointing with a stern finger. “If i hear you tried anything fishy, i’ll find some means to drag you two through Hell! If not Dina’s brothers does it first!”

Baltazar held up his hands and broke into a big happy but nervous smile, “We! just wanted her to know about her father and maybe get closure to questions she may have...”

Penelopepaused. then she smiled and then wrote down an address. “She lives with her adoptive brothers. Get along with them and then you’ll get along with Dina.”

The building in front of God and his seraph were quite foreboding. Vines crawled up the walls and held the building in a tight embrace. The leaves were so dense it was hard to know which color the house originally held.

Baltazar started to sweat. He strolled nervously up to the entrance and was about to knock when he heard incoming footsteps.

“I’ll be back later dolls, I just need to...” a young blondie opened the door and was met by Baltazar’s stupefied look. Miza straightened her uniform and looked directly at Dina.

Baltazar, “May you be... miss Dina Ravenwood?”

Dina closed the door somewhat and hid behind it to shield her. “That depends on... What business you two may have...”

Baltazar fretted And didn’t know what to say. His divine power revealed her identity, however he couldn’t just reveal his true form to her. She may be the daughter of a seraph but she shouldn’t get scared.

“Ah! I’m so sorry. Let me introduce me and my companion. I’m Baltazar Farver and this is Miza.” Miza bowed slightly to Dina, “How do you do.” She said.

Dina opened the door some more to look better at the two oddballs on front of her.

“We! Uh, we are acquainted with you dad and we wish to tell you about him and maybe get to know...you?” Dina’s eyes lit up, then she became more apprehensive.

“How do I know you’re telling the truth.” Baltazar looked at Miza in defeat. Miza took the hint and coughed slightly, “Miss Ravenwood. We only have this picture of your mother together with your father.” She gave Dina the picture. Dina’s blue eyes shone like small stars and she looked at the two more brightly.

“Thank you so much!!! Please, come in come in. I’ll be happy to know you! My brothers are not home yet but they’ll be home soon!” Miza and Baltazar breathed out in relief. They began to step into the small house.

An array of demonic aura appeared on the floor inside the hall the moment the two divine beings stepped inside. It forced God and the seraph to reveal their true selves. Baltazar looked at Miza in horror. The array and the sudden change in atmosphere revealed that they were no longer in the second realm. They had entered Hell, the third realm.

Baltazar had a look of horror spread out on his face. Slowly, he looked at Dina who had sprung back after the array had activated. It held Baltazar and Miza in an iron grip making the two unable to move.

Dina was frozen to the ground. She looked at the God and the angel for a long while. Unable to say anything.

Meanwhile, piles of questions weighed down on God’s mind. Why was a human child living in Hell? No, why i Strezia’s child living in Hell? Does her aunt know? Is she a prisoner to an evil demon? Will demons gather now that two from the first realm had appeared?

Baltazar’s train of thought stopped abruptly. He was let down along with Miza and the two looked with surprise at Dina. Dina stood still. And then she lifted a finger to her lips. She then gestured to the two to follow her.

Dina poured three cups of tea with an apologetic look. The two heavenly beings were astounded. Dina had been adopted by two demons who now acted as her guardians. She was apparently also dating another demon and was quite happy with her life.

“And that’s really it.” She finished, “Look, I don’t want to hurt you and I’ll be more than willing to hear about my father. I’ve always wondered what happened.”

Miza had on a face of grave seriousness, “Miss Dina. Our presence here... It might cause some... people. To find rather... what do you say? Complicated. We don’t wish to engage in any hostility with your brothers.”

Dina smiled with relief, “That’s good to hear. I’ll make sure you’ll get out of here safely. But please, meanwhile. Make yourself comfortable.” Baltazar quickly took her up on her words an munched on a cookie he had been offered. Miza shot him a menacing look and Baltazar realized he probably took it a little too well. being in Hell and all.

He sighed and smiled. He’d better get on with it, “You see your father-“

“WHATSUP SLUTS! BIG BRO’S BAAAA.....aaaack.” A boisterous woman kicked open the door to the living room. Her voice was as dark as a man’s. She stopped immediately when she saw the angel and the other divine who sat with Dina.

Everybody turned to look at the newcomer.

Sweat began to form on the lady’s forehead and she cleared her throat, “Haha, welcome dearies.” she had completely changed her tone to a more fairer one.

“Oh Dina, I didn’t know we would have guests. I would’ve dressed for the occasion.”

Dina abruptly stood up, “Ah! Sis! Eh, these two know about my dad!” The lady blinked, “Really?” Suddenly her demeanor changed and she slowly got over and sat beside Miza. “Well, if you have something to tell about Dina that I don’t know. Then I would like to hear as well. The names iklea.” She held up her hand for Baltazar to shake.

“Hello there, the names Baltazar.” Miza quickly shot Baltazar another look. And he retracted his hand. While giving the sister an apologetic look.

Wait. didn’t Dina only have brothers? Balthazar thought.

Iklea looked like she tried to hide her displeasure. Looking thoughtful she sat with crosses arms. “Well, anyways. Didn’t you want to talk about Dina’s dad?” She asked, quite annoyed.

Baltazar cleared his throat, “Yeah! uh, yeah. Sorry.” He then began to tell about Strezia.

“Your dad’s name was Strezia. She was one of the most creative seraphs in my court. Oh, I have a picture.” Baltazar procured a picture of a beautiful fair-skinned lady. Her body was totally covered in a white uniform, with dried paint on. Her hair was even longer than Dina’s and her eyes were piercing as if she was looking directly at the viewer. Her eyes were the same as Dina’s.

“Uhh. Mr, Baltazar?” Dina asked hesitantly. “Isn’t this a picture of a woman?”

Baltazar blinked, not once but twice before Miza shot him another glare. “Oh yeah, you father was actually a woman.”

Dina looked slightly surprised. She looked at Iklea then back at Baltazar. “My father? Was a woman? And an angel at that?” She was sounding rather sceptical. Balthazar didnt blame her. But the God did wonder. hadn’t she been living with demons!

Baltazar, “Well, its not hard to change gender when you’re an angel. Or a demon for that matter. And I know for a fact that Strezia loved to explore the nuances of existence.”

Iklea smiled and put an arm around Dina, “Reminds me of someone i know.” She winked. “Excluding the shapeshifting part.” The siblings grinned at each other.

Miza looked at the picture and sighed, “Strezia was like an elder sister to all of us.”

Balthazar looked fondly at thepicture too, “When she told me she had fallen in love with a human woman I tried to warn her.”

Dina, “Warn her? About what?”

Baltazar looked down, “Humans don’t live forever... I was afraid she would get hurt and then... Look, Strezia wasn’t aware that your mother was pregnant. If she knew...” Baltazar could feel tears forming. He quickly wiped them away.

Dina’s face was frozen, “Mr, Baltazar? Sorry I’m asking but... my father, you address him in past tense could it be that...”

Dina didn’t say anymore. Baltazar lip quivered. He tried to pull himself together. Miza put a hand on Baltazar’s back. Dina took Iklea’s hand and Iklea squeezed it back.

Shadows swept the halls of the Fabricated Castle. The light from the mosaic windows danced around and found a silhouette which appeared at the end of the stairs leading to the main hall.

Red eyes surveyed the foyer and the gaze went towards the living room.

Hearing unfamiliar voices the silhouette took on a more human appearance with a nice blazer and matching pants.

He opened the door and first saw his sister Dina and then Ikle, “I’m back.” He said, then stopped in the doorway. When the guy opposite of Dina turned around something deep inside of Rosell sank.

Voices. Voices which had been hidden away since he met Dina returned.

Kill. Kill. Revenge. Chance. Take it!

“Ross-!” Dina yelled and got up. Iklea, who really was Ikle, hurried to make Dina stop before she finished the name.

Rosell’s eyes were fixated on Baltazar.

The God he had spent centuries getting to. He now sat in his living room. Free from his court’s protection.

He had never been this close. So close yet...

Balthazar, “Hello, you must be Dina’s brother. I’m Dina’s father’s Uh... acquaintance.” The God got up from his seat, turned to Rosell and smiled.

The dread dissipated.

Rosell, “Dina’s?”

Rosell looked at Dina and Ikle who were about to burst.

He then took a looked at the seraph, who was also present in the room.

It seems like... there was some explaining to do.

Dina’s elder brother took off his coat. A small smile formed on rosell’s lips.

“Where are my manners. You can call me Ross.”

“Ross” held out a hand for God to sake. Baltazar returned the smile and shook the other man’s hand, “I’m Baltazar.”

Ross, “I know.”

Baltazar felt dread roll down his body.

Rosell, “You hurt me, my lord. I may be a common demon. as you might have guessed from the array at the entrance. Currently disguised as a human for Dina’s sake. But I know my way in this world. And the people one has to know about” He looked directly through Baltazar.

“Surely, you must have been aware that this is Hell when you arrived, right.”

Baltazar nodded. Unable to say much more.

Ross let go of Baltazar’s hand, “Now, tell me. What have I been missing?”

Ross, “I see, that explains a lot.”

Dina, “It does?”

Ross, “It explains why you got the eyes of God.”

Baltazar almost spilled his tea, “She’s got my eyes???” This statement prompted a facepalm from Miza.

Rosell shook his head, “Not yours per see. More like, what priestess in the old world prayed to be able to see through you. To see things that normal people wouldn’t.”

Miza took a sip from a teacup. “You mean she can see magic beings?”

Rosell scoffed, “No, not at all. She still believes my tail is some weird furry statement i have going. Dina turned to Ross, “Ross please!” She then turned to the divine pair and confirmed, “I’ve always been able to, since I was small.”

Miza sighed and tried not to show her disdain for the demon, “That must’ve been difficult. Your peers must have found you rather peculiar. We are terribly sorry we did not know of your existence earlier. We should’ve been able to help you.” SHe glanced at “Iklea” and “Ross”, “Much earlier.”

Ross glared at the seraph who gladly returned the gesture. It was so intense that Miza could only try to drink from an empty cup and act like she didn’t notice the cup was empty.

Dina, “Not at all! My childhood was... but then I met Ross and Iklea. Since then.. I’ve been rather content. I even decided when my business in the human world is finished. I’d actually like to stay permanently here with my boyfriend... if he still likes me in the future that is.”

Iklea broke into laughter, “HAH! He better. ‘Else I know of a few heartbreaking words to tell him.”

Nobody in the room liked the obvious wink Iklea sent towards the group.

“But back to my dad....” Dina tried.

Baltazar’s face dropped, “Yeah! Right!”

“As I said, Strezia fell in love with a woman named Marie Ravenwood. She stayed together with Marie for some human years until one day... She came home. Locked herself in her room and didn’t show her face for quite some time... Miza.” Balthazar gestured to the seraph, “Found out that ms. Ravenwood had cut ties to her. And then thirteen years ago... you mother. You probably know know what happened.”

Dina gulped and looked down. Ross sat beside her and watched her every move.

Dina’s mother had died giving birth to her. Her mother had cut all ties to her family because of improper conduct. She would rather give Dina up for adoption than let her parents know of her daughter’s existence. As Dina had been told by her aunt.

“I felt it when you mother died.” Balthazar continued when DIna confirmed she knew.

“Her connection to Strezia made all of Strezia’s closest feel it too. I knew something would happen so I... I forced myself into Strezia’s room. But she was gone. A few days later. Strezia’s light disappeared from this existence...” Dina felt cold.

“Nobody knew what had happened to her as she had thrown away her halo.”

Dina sat frozen. Her shoulders trembled. Dina got up and went out the door. Ross got up too and followed after her. Balthazar could only stare as he was at a loss at what to do. It had been twentyfive years ago and he still remembered the day as if it was today it had happened.

Iklea sighed, “Don’t worry, she... just have to swallow it. They’ll be back. After she gets it out.”

Baltazar felt her pain. A girl who had never met her parents.. and for both of them to wind up dead. Truly sad.

Baltazar closed his eyes. His empathy gave birth to an inkling of inspiration. He used it to see where the two had gone. ‘

A gentle hand calmly patted a young weeping maiden while rocking her back and forth. A good man consoling his little sister. Whispering reassuring words to her.

After a while Iklea went too and the three of them soon got back.

Baltazar got up from his seat, “I’m sorry that you and Strezia never got to meet. But I’m happy nonetheless to finally being able to meet you. I-“ “Wait a moment.” Ross said.

Baltazar stopped.

Ross, “I think I know what happened to Strezia.”

Miza got up instantly.

“You do??? What happened? What do you mean?”

Baltazar looked hopeful at Ross. However, Strezia’s soul had moved on. She wouldnt turn up alive, even if balthazar wanted it. Still, Baltazar wanted closure so he prompted Ross to tell what he knew.

“Some time back. An angel went on a rampage throughout some shopping districts in Hell’s capital. Many high demons came to stop her but her attacks were relentless. She didn’t even try to protect herself. Charging head on.”

They all listened attentively. Nobody were sitting anymore, holding their breaths.

Ross, “She stirred up such a huge incident that the Devil himself showed up.”

Baltazar felt stiffened. He always got trembling fits every time the Devil was mentioned. he tried to gulp down the unease.

“He tried to subdue her.” Ross continued. “But when he went for the killing strike she suddenly threw her sword and met the attack with open arms. He refused her the kill and stopped immediately. But, something in her eyes drove her to steal away his sword, Redwoo, and then she... ended it herself.”

The atmosphere which surrounded the room lay heavily on the people inside.

Baltazar felt weak and wanted to scream and cry. He blamed himself. His inefficiency. He was supposed to be God but he couldn’t even help one who had been so close to him.

The loss of Marie was so big that Strezia didn’t even want to be in a world where Marie wasn’t there. A tragedy befitting of such a beautiful love. If this had been a tragedy.

Baltazar flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He lifted his head to see Dina with tears in her eyes. “Thank you for coming today.” Her voice was weak and trembling. She fought hard to keep the tears at bay. Baltazar only felt worse when he saw her. He then embraced the girl. And thanked her too. Holding back tears.

She never knew them. But she wished she had. Still, she couldn’t help but feel sad for two people who had loved each other and tried to protect each other. Angels’ life span far surpasses that of a human. With a baby on the way, Miza concluded it must’ve been because Marie wanted to spare Strezia the heartbreak of outliving her child and wife. Nobody knew for sure.

“Thanks for having us!” Baltazar beamed. He stood outside of Ross, Iklea and Dina’s house. Miza and him were preparing to go back.

“I’m so happy I came to meet you Dina! And your nice elder siblings of course. Even though I thought that you had two brother to start with... but well, it’s really been fun! Though, maybe a tad bit sad.” Iklea stood and supressed a laugh. Ross only elbowed her.

Baltazar clasped Dina’s hands, “I might be God and have business other places but I would really like it if we kept in contact with each other! You’re really bright and I’m sure Strezia would’ve been so proud of you. So I hope that I can come and visit again. You know, to tell you more and stuff!”

With a returned beaming smile Dina answered, “Yes of course! I really want to know more as well. And you’re really interesting my lord. Even Ross and Ikle- I mean Iklea liked you. And I’m sure they don’t mind.” Dina looked back at her siblings they both nodded in agreement.

“I’m just... I’m just sad that my dad didn’t know about me...” Baltazar patted Dina’s head, “Yeah, it could’ve been different.”

Dina shook her head, “It could’ve. However, I’m happy as is.” She then turned to look at her siblings. Baltazar was truly happy for her.

Miza and Baltazar then said goodbye and disappeared towards the first realm.

“I’m sorry Rosell.” Dina said sheepishly. “I didn’t realize he was God until later...”

“It’s ok. I’m glad you made him stay.”

“You... are?”

“Yeah.”

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Lube (Reaper76 Grease AU)

Title: Lube is the Word Chapter: 1/9 Description: Gabriel Reyes and Jack Morrison spent the summer together and fall in love. But the season passes quickly, and both men find themselves longing for each other when summer ends and they both have to go back to high school. But when Jack turns up at Gibraltar County High School, Gabriel finds himself torn between looking good in front of his friends and showing his true feelings for his summer lover. A Grease AU for Overwatch! Pairing: Gabriel Reyes/Jack Morrison. Jesse McCree/Hanzo Shimada. Ana Amari/Reinhardt Wilhelm. Word Count: 2,496 Rating: Mature

Among students and teachers, the Pink Ladies and T-Birds were arguably the most well-known groups in Gibraltar County High School, and neither were particularly fond of outsiders. It was no surprise that Jack Morrison’s arrival caused quite the stir. Tall, blonde, blue-eyed and innocent to the ways of the high school world, he lost himself among the typical rabble of Gibraltar County.

Sombra, Hanzo, and Jamie were up to their usual bullshit -- teasing each other, sharing music Sombra downloaded illegally online, and getting into general trouble -- when Jack passed them, arm-in-arm with Ana, who sported her Pink Ladies jacket with pride. Jamie wolf-whistled, only to be given a scathing look from the young Egyptian.

“What’s up her skirt?” Jamie grumbled.

Sombra snickered, “Not you, apparently,”

Jamie shoved her against the locker playfully, causing her to ram into Hanzo’s shoulder. The Japanese man only grunted and pushed the purple-haired T-Bird off of him. Sombra winked at him suggestively but received only an eyeroll in return.

“Oi, Hanzy, what’d you do this summer?”

He shrugged, “Worked, mostly.”

Sombra grinned, “Work? I didn’t think you knew the meaning of the word,”

“I am saving up for a car, actually.”

Jamie grinned, “You even know how to drive, mate?”

“What kind of car?” Sombra asked, ignoring the lanky Australian.

“Don’t know yet.” He paused, a smile rising on his face, “But I picked a name.” He pushed his hair from his face and scratched the fuzzy hair on the sides of his head, rolling his shoulders in the leather T-Birds jacket. He looked awfully pleased with himself.

“Well, that the fuck’re you namin’ it, then?” Jamie asked.

Grinning, Hanzo leaned in like speaking the name would cause conspiracy, “Lubed Dragon,”

Sombra and Jamie blanked, a beat of silence reigning over the group before the Aussie’s manic laughter rang loud and proud down the hallway, mixing with Sombra’s raspy giggles. Heads turned. A few freshman scrambled past fearfully.

Hanzo’s face turned red and he crossed his arms over his chest, “I’m sure you won’t be laughing when you see me in a brand new convertible. Or when I make sure you have to walk all the way to school while I enjoy a nice, smooth ride.”

“On McCree’s dick, maybe,” Sombra muttered as she elbowed Jamie in the side, who roared with a new wave of laughter next to her.

“He wishes!”

Hanzo frowned, face flushed. “Whatever…” he said. “What are your classes like this year?” He asked, changing the subject.

That seemed to sober Sombra up as she pulled her schedule from her bag, “I have Dr. Winston again this year.”

The bell rang and students began filtering into their classes. Jamie grinned, “He’s gonna fail ya, sheila,” he said over the din of footsteps and conversations.

“No shit! The fucking man-ape hates my guts.” she cursed.

Behind the disgruntled T-Bird, Dr. Winston himself approached.

“He’s such a prick. Who needs to know chemistry in the real world?”

Interest piqued, Dr. Winston altered his course to the teacher workroom to head towards the group instead. Noticing this, Hanzo’s eyes widened and he waved his hands in an attempt to stop his friend from continuing on her rant about the man with a gesture.

Jamie, however, egged her on. “Yeah? Thought he had the hots for ya, the way he calls ya out in class,”

Sombra snorted, rolling her eyes, “Psh, as if. At least then I would get a good grade. But this year is gonna be different. I’m not taking the doctor’s bull this time around,”

Dr. Winston’s mouth pulled into a frown. Hanzo tried to shush the other two T-Birds to no avail.

“What’cha gonna do about it, sheila?” Jamie grinned, “Take something else from him?” He waggled his eyebrows at the suggestion.

Behind Sombra, Winston’s dark skin flushed, his frown turning into an embarrassed purse of his lips. “And what, might I ask, is going on here?” The man asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

Sombra’s back went rigid; Jamie stifled a laugh as she turned to face their science teacher. “Oh, Dr. Winston. ¿Qué onda?” She laughed, pulling her leather jacket further around her.

Dr. Winston eyed them one by one, before he let out a sigh. “Shouldn’t you three be in class?”

Shuffling her feet, Sombra averted her eyes, “We were…” she glanced to Hanzo, who raised his eyebrows, unhelpful. “Um…” she gave Jamie a pleading look and received a wink in return.

“Starting the year off tardy… great idea, you three,” he said, putting his hands on his hips. Silence. The T-Birds squirmed under their teacher’s intense gaze. “Well? Are you going to stand there until the final bell rings?”

“No, sir,” they chimed.

“Then get to class!”

“Yes, sir!”

Scowling, Dr. Winston left them, striding into his classroom and out of earshot.

Hanzo whistled, “You sure showed him, Sombra. He was absolutely trembling he was so intimidated,” Hanzo said.

Sombra punched him, “¡Calláte, estúpido dragón!”

Hanzo smirked and ruffled her hair, further agitating the smaller woman and amusing Jamie. “It does not matter.” He straightened his jacket, a confident smile on his face. “After school, I am picking out my car.”

In the school courtyard, settled at one of the lunch tables under the sun, two of the Pink Ladies sat together. Their blush-colored satin jackets shimmered in the sunlight white cursive letters on the back telling the rest of the high school exactly who they were and what they stood for.

Jesse sat on the tabletop, legs crossed, leaning back to catch the rays of sun. Lena sat on the bench of the picnic table, picking at her food and looking sour as the substance on her plate jiggled with a poke of her fork.

Sighing, Jesse stretched his legs out and tugged his white shorts down so they wouldn’t ride up his thighs any further. “God, do I wish it was still summer,” he said, Southern accent thick on his tongue. “Feels like I’ve been here decades already and we ain’t even done with the day yet,”

Lena looked up from the goop on her lunch tray, wild brown hair sticking up every which way. “Pretty boring, yeah?”

The man hummed in agreement and scratched at the scruff of his beard. He let the companionable silence drag for a moment before breaking it. “Say, who you got for econ this year? That dwarf lookin’ guy?”

Lena groaned, “Mr. Lindholm. Runs the workshop class, keeps tryin’ to get students to go in the maintenance closet with him.” She rolled her eyes, “Dirty ol’ wanker, that one. Think he’s a bit of a pervert,”

Jesse turned, eyebrows raised, “Oh yeah? He ain’t never tried nothin’ with me,”

“Well, consider yourself lucky, cowboy.” Lena replied. “Besides, I’m sure he knows you could punch ‘im to Texas if you wanted.”

Grinning, Jesse flexed his arms, “Darlin’, with these guns, I doubt anyone’d stand a chance against me,”

The Brit rolled her eyes, “Whatever you say, love,”

Jesse nudged her shoulder playfully, laughing. Neither noticed Ana approach with the new kid at her side, both holding lunch trays and talking quietly to each other. Jack hesitated at the edge of the yard, however, as Ana reached her friends who welcomed her with open arms.

“Howdy, Ana! Haven’t seen ya all day,” Jesse said, “Been with Rein all mornin’?”

“Yeah! Where ya been?” Lena chirped.

Ana waved them off, but Jack couldn’t help but notice the light blush on her pretty, dark skin.

“Actually,” she said, almost sounding like she was scolding them, “I was showing Jack around.”

“The hell is Jack?” Jesse asked.

Ana glanced back at the blonde, who still stood a distance away from the group, and gestured for him to come over. The other two Ladies eyes him, zixing up his ruffled hair, clear skin, and -- admittedly amazing -- fashion sense. Jesse quirked an eyebrow at the little red scarf around the man’s neck and the cropped shirt that showed off the edge of his stomach, strong shoulders, and surprisingly delicate collarbones.

Jack smiled, coming to stand next to the Egyptian woman, and gave a light wave, “That’d be me,” he said. “Hello!” His voice was low, his eyes flicking between Jesse and Lena like they were wolves and he a lowly rabbitt. Ana placed a firm hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

“This is Jack Morrison. Jack, these are some of the other Pink Ladies. That’s Jesse McCree.” Jesse nodded in Jack’s direction, staring down his nose at the other man, “And that’s Lena Oxton.” Lena gave a polite smile and a short wave.

“It’s so good to meet you! Ana’s said so much about you.” He extended a hand. No one took it.

Ana cleared her throat and sat down, motioning for Jack to do the same. She winked at Jack when they were settled, if only to comfort him, and then turned her attention to Lena. The Brit had balanced a pair of glasses on her nose and cracked open a book while they got comfortable, her legs crossed under the table.

“New glasses?” Ana asked, taking a bite of the food on her plate and wincing.

Lena smiled and adjusted the specs, “You know it! Use ‘em for school. Make me look real smart, yeah?”

“Nah.” Jesse snickered, “I can still see your face,”

Pouting, Lena picked up her tray, “Well, I see where I’m not wanted. See you later, loves!” She blew kisses to everyone but Jesse, who she flipped off. He winked in return. Jack stared at his food, biting his bottom lip. He felt out of place here, as if intruding on something outsiders shouldn’t witness. And I am an outsider, aren’t I?

Jesse’s voice broke him from his thoughts. “So… Jack. How ya likin’ Gibraltar High?” The Pink Lady asked, one eyebrow cocked and his mouth slightly pursed.

Jack straightened his posture and smiled, like he hadn’t just been having a pity party in his head not five seconds ago. “Oh, yeah! It’s great here so far. I was supposed to go to that Swiss school, but ah… they thought my clothes were indecent.”

Ana blinked and then took time to appraise the man’s clothing. “And why would they say that?” She asked, a teasing lilt to her voice.

Jack blushed, “A boy nearly hit another student with his car because he was staring at me while he was driving,” he explained.

Laughter met the warm air, summer still clinging to the atmosphere. The sun felt warmer, somehow, on Jack’s freckled face, the air clearer. Maybe it won’t be so bad here.

“Mind if ya tell me where you got those clothes?” Jesse winked.

Jack was about to reply, to offer store names and online shops that he frequented when a young Chinese woman skipped in and promptly seated herself at their table. Jack noticed her lack of a Pink Ladies jacket as soon as she arrived. Not one of them. Kind of like me? The woman sighed, wistful, and leaned her elbows on the table, head in her hands.

“Hello, girls!” She cooed.

Jesse elbowed Ana, smirking, “Look what the cat dragged in,” he mumbled, just enough for Jack to hear, “Mei-Ling Zhou. Little miss know-it-all of GCHS.”

Mei smiled, unaware of Jesse’s pettiness, and pushed up her glasses, “Isn’t the first day of school just so… exciting?”

“Oh yeah, I’m havin’ the time of my life over here,” Jesse scoffed, voice heavy with sarcasm.

Mei ignored him, instead tapping her hands on the tabletop with enthusiasm. “Do you guys know what happened this morning? Oh, you’ll never guess!”

“Uh-huh, I’m sure we won’t,” Jesse said, examining his painted fingernails and frowning when he found a chip in the nail polish.

The small woman grinned, unaffected by Jesse’s sour attitude. “The school told me I was nominated for vice president! Me! Oh, isn’t it just so wonderful?” She got a dreamy look in her eyes. Jack held back a smile at her eagerness.

Jesse placed the hand he had just examined over his heart, nail polish forgotten as he feigned amazement. “Well, ain’t that just a kick in the head!”

Mei shot him a haughty glare, “Well, I’m excited,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. She saw the glimmer of blonde hair in her periphery which distracted her from the Pink Lady, and turned to Jack as if seeing him for the first time. She adjusted the thick-framed glasses on her nose, “Oh, hello. Are you a new Pink Lady? I’ve been trying to get in forever!”

“Psh, yeah right.” Jesse butted in.

Jack scratched the back of his neck, face flushed at Jesse’s comment. “Oh, ah. No. I’m new here.” He held out his hand for her to shake, “I’m Jack, it’s good to meet you.”

“Great to meet you too, Jack! And welcome to Gibraltar County High School!”

Meanwhile, across from the Ladies at a different picnic table, the T-Birds flocked together. Hanzo winked at Jesse, who -- aside from blushing -- ignored him. With a roll of his eyes and a less than innocent smirk, Hanzo sat on the tabletop next to Jamie and Sombra. Sombra rolled her eyes at Hanzo’s flirting, texting furiously and ignoring Jamie -- who was throwing tiny balls of paper at her phone to see how long it would take for her to finally snap.

And then Gabriel sauntered towards their table, a lazy smile on his face. He wore the typical leather T-Bird jacket and had an undercut similar to Hanzo’s, but with more curls and less hair-gel. “Well hello there, boys and girls,” he greeted.

Sombra perked up, shoving her phone in her pocket and flinching when one of Jamie’s paper balls hit her cheekbone. She flung it back at him with a harsh glare before smiling at Gabriel in greeting.

Hanzo waved at him, a teasing smile on his face. “Look who finally decided to show up,” he said, “We have not seen you all day,”

“Yeah, mate! What’s the hold up?” Jamie chimed in.

Gabriel sat down, unhurried, and dropped his lunch tray on the table with all the careless ease of someone who was much too confident in themselves. “What can I say?” He shrugged, the corners of his mouth curving up in a smirk, “Got a lot on my plate,”

Eyes glinting wickedly, Sombra leaned close to Gabriel, “Yeah? Finally find yourself a woman, Reyes?”

“Maybe,” he replied. “I did have a wild summer.”

At the other table, the Pink Ladies gave their attention to Jack. Ana ignored her lunch in favor of listening, intent on the young blonde’s blushing face.

“So?” Jesse prompted, “What did you do this summer, golden boy?”

Jack’s face reddened further, freckles more apparent with the soft red coloring of his cheeks. “Well I… I met a boy.”

Gabriel crossed his arms over his broad chest at the T-Birds’ table, “Met a guy, actually,”

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