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To Catch a Demon || Peach & Flynn

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There came a time in everyone’s life when they had to look at what they were doing and really think to themselves, what the fuck are you doing with your life?

Flynn had had many of those occasions, but none of those compared to this. Running away from a demon that was trying to pull them back while some kid was screaming about her piece of technology instead of her life.

Shout out to all those entitled authors of those articles on how cell phones are rotting kid’s brains, because this could have been some prime evidence for that bullshit argument.

He didn’t even entertain her with a snippy response about her phone. He didn’t care. He wanted to get out of there. And he easily could have let her go since it seemed like she wasn’t going to be any help and he was going to have to do this all on his own. It would have made the escape easier for him, give the demon something to preoccupy itself while he got out. Could’ve let the wind gust take her back into the dark nothingness and be done with this whole thing by using her death as an excuse for the sorcerer.

He could have, but he didn’t.

Everything happened all at once, the trip out of the cave was much faster due to his inability to give a shit about putting a damper on his speed or strength. The wind screamed at them to stay, trying to pull them back, but Flynn ignored that too. Rocks fell, trying to block their exit, and he found new routes around them in the dark.

Then suddenly it was like all the oxygen had been sucked from the room, his ears ringing against the comparable quietness of the outside world.

He threw his hands up when he felt her hug him, looking down at the top of her head in confusion. Flynn sighed at the use of the word hero, his shoulder dropping with his head.

“Yeah, yeah, okay.” He reached down to give her shoulder two pats. “That’s enough. We gotta go before that thing decides to follow us out.”

Peach was still clinging to this guy, but now, she felt like she was coming back into her body. Like she was having an out of body experience and now--here she was--corporeal again or whatever the fuck. She was pretty sure that was the word. Corporeal--having a body.

Man, if she had her phone she could google that and check.

As it stood, she was just hugging this bloke because if she didn’t, she felt like she was going to fall over. She was trembling and her whole body was bruised and sore. She sniffled a bit, letting herself linger in the hug. He was surprisingly--not warm.

Weren’t dudes supposed to be like...warm?

But, he was still a solid body. She could hear his heart beating as fast as her own. (Was it his heart she heard? If she wasn’t scared out of her wits, maybe she would notice the difference.)

Eventually, she stepped back and looked down at herself. Her clothes were torn and there were blood stains all over her elbows and hands and knees. A little scratch on her cheek. She bent over, squeezing some of the blood out of the scrape at her knee.

She could feel her heart beat in it.

“Ouch, damn. I just bought these jeans,” she mumbled.

#byeeeeee #princess peach #inspiration

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To Catch a Demon || Peach & Flynn

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The clatter of the teapot against the cave’s floor was probably the loudest thing Flynn had heard since he’d gotten back from war. There wasn’t even time for him to give it a second thought, the plan was ruined and there was no back up.

If there was one thing he could recognize it was when a job had taken a turn for the worse and when that happened there was only one thing they could do. And that was get the fuck out of there.

He went toppling over with her, the wind and her body weight mixed with his mental state of crude curses, meeting the ground with little damage to himself physically. Only his pride would be bruised come morning.

Panic had yet to break through his skin to melt into his bones. For whatever reason he couldn’t hold himself together under the stare of a grandmother offering her baked goods without tripping over himself but in the face of certain excruciating pain he could keep it locked up. Especially when there was someone else crying out for help next to him.

And it was a good thing they were about to get their souls removed or whatever freaky shit demons were into, otherwise the smell of blood would have distracted him from the task at hand. Which, again, was to get the fuck on outta here.

“Come on!” he yelled, already on his feet and forcing her to her own because come on, it’s not like the unspoken rules of vampire-secret-keeping was going to apply in the face of a creature from hell. With one hand around her bicep and the other pulling them forwards with the side of the cave, he moved them in the direction of where they’d came.

Broody Guy(TM) grabbed her as she began slipping backwards towards the demon. The pads of her fingers, the tops of her knees through her jeans, her stomach where her shirt had rode up were all scrapped and bruised. She just kept thinking, petrified with fear:

I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie. I’mgoingtodie.

But!

Creepy Guy(TM) grabbed her--hard. He almost yanked her arm out of the socket. She could feel it, the strain. Her body torn between these two immense forces. Was that regular Guy Strength? Or something more? Peach didn’t have too much time to ponder it because she was getting pulled towards the entrance of the cave.

Something spinning with light like a disco ball slipped passed her towards the demon’s gaping mouth.

“MY PHONE!” she screeched and tried to reach for it, but Broody Guy(TM) had a death grip on her wrist.

There went her phone.

Then, they were out of the first part of the cave, but still, it felt like they were standing in the middle of a monsoon, the wind whipping around them. Broody Guy(TM) led her forwards, then pulled her through the little crack. The whole cave was still trembling and they ran for the exit, collapsing just outside of it--

Where everything was still.

There were birds chirping.

Peach burst out into a sob, then grabbed Broody Guy(TM) around the waist.

“My hero!” she wailed as she clung to him. “You saved me!”

New crush? Definitely.

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To Catch a Demon || Peach & Flynn

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The demon was pitching a hissy fit. Pft. Typical.

Next to him the kid’s heart was pounding so loudly he could hear it like the frantic drum of a percussionist caught off guard by the tempo of the song. It was so loud he hadn’t even caught the movement until it happened, making him look off to the left to see what they were up against.

Flynn stood still through the rocking of the cave, squinting when rubble fell near his eyes, but that was really all that effected him. That and the stupid amount of noise it set off.

He wished he hadn’t looked because damn that was one ugly looking mother fucker. It didn’t even really have a shape it was more like-,

“No!” he shouted when he felt the shift of the tea pot that he’d been clutching in his hands.

Had he been on full alert she wouldn’t have had a chance in hell, ha, of getting it off his paws, but since he’d been distracted by the fucking demon she got the jump on him.

It was too late, though. The porcelain, sweating from the damp air of the cave, slipped through his finger tips. His attempt to over compensate, to keep it in his possession, only sent the weight of it off kilter.

Peach didn’t really know what her plan was.

Get the tea pot.

Open the lid.

Suck the demon into it.

Get a pat on the head from Creepy Guy(TM). Orrr, she could bring it to Miss Bianca and hand it over the RAS instead. Both were good options. Neither of them were destined to come to fruition, however.

Instead, Broody Guy(TM) jerked and twisted, knocking into Peach--which between that and the fact the demon had sucked a deep breath in--snatching at her hair and her clothes and tears from her eyes--meant she was no match for the force of gravity.

The tea pot twirled into a graceful arch through the air. The white porcelain glinted in the light of her phone, lost somewhere in the darkness. For just a flash, it lit up the whole cave and Peach saw the dark, dark, never ending mouth of teh gigantic demon full of smoke.

And then, the tea cup shattered. One of its pieces cut her leg.

The demon sucked even harder and she started to lose her footing, giving out a high pitched squeal.

“Ahhhh! Don’t let the demon take meeee!” she sobbed as she crashed to the ground and started flailing for a rock--or something to grab onto, but all there was were shattered pieces of porcelain.

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He clenched his fist and muttered up the ceiling in frustration, as if God himself was watching and laughing his cosmic ass off up on his perch while he watched this whole thing went down. The bastard.

After a quick fit to let out some of his annoyance he followed. It didn’t take much to close the distance he let form between them without being noticed, but by the time he got there he couldn’t even clamp his hand over her big mouth because she was already basically yelling into the void.

At the voice he didn’t get the chill up his back, the hair on the back of his neck didn’t stand up, his heart didn’t suddenly get a miracle jump start, that wasn’t his style.

“Oh great, we got a demon who thinks he’s a regular comedian,” he said, because there was no going back now. She’d already killed the element of surprise.

“What is this, hide and seek?” Flynn goaded and fuck this was stupid. So fucking ridiculously stupid.

He tried to listen for any movement, even took a few steps himself towards the kid, just in case it decided to pick them off one by one. Again, it was her he was kinda-sorta-super worried for. Distracted, he took his eyes off of her in favor of scanning the dark abyss her flash light couldn’t reach for movement.

Wow, Mr. Dark and Broody and Scared of the Demon(TM) was now--

Goading the demon.

What a plot twist.

She was enthralled. Terrified, sure, but that just hyped her adrenaline up. Her heart was pounding and peering into the darkness, she felt the prickle of something on her neck, making the hair stand up. Her heart was pounding in her ears and her eyes were opened wide.

There was a flash to the left, caught in the light of her camera.

“Ashmedai seek--YOU.”

There was a tremendous boom. The cave shook. Stalagmites fell from the ceiling, crashing down.

Peach yelped and was thrown off balance, catching herself on Broody Guy(TM)’s arm again. This time, though, it was the arm with the tea pot. She was so close. If she could just--

The demon was coming towards them. Her phone had fallen in the ruckus, the light going listlessly up to the ceiling--

Her hand curled around the spout of the tea pot and she gave a hard yank, trying to rip it out of the man’s hand. She wanted to capture the demon. She was the one who hadn’t been afraid. She was the one who figured out this was where the seal would be!

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Oh, for fuck’s sake. That was not what he meant to do with that one.

This is what he gets for being butt hurt. Man, he was such a bad vampire.

Flynn stared at her for a moment, leaning back with his shoulders so his spine made an arch away from her. His eyes squinted while his mouth pulled into a shape that would normally come from someone who just ate something questionable.

“Whoa there,” he warned, holding up his hand to halt her. “That was a joke. I was joking. You-,” he pointed at her, “ Miss Slips-a-lot, didn’t get the tea pot from scary McSorcerer. That was me,” he poked himself in the chest.

“We’ll just have to do this the old fashion way,” he said. And by old fashion, he meant the vampire way. “Just, be quiet for a second and let me think.”

He turned back to the openings and tried to listen carefully. The slightest noise could give them a clue as to which way they were supposed to go. Getting past the weird crawling sounds, ew by the way, and dripping, he heard what sounded like…snoring. But like a creepy snore. A demon’s kinda snore probably.

Good news: he knew where they should go. Bad news: there was definitely a demon living here.

“That one,” he nodded towards the way he could hear the noise.

Peach stopped, though she scowled at him and eyed that tea pot, even as he went freakishly still. (No, seriously, he went super still. Like--still as fuck. Like that creepy statue-stone thing.) She stared at the tea pot and suddenly, it looked a lot more valuable than it had before.

There was a demon that was soon going to be inside that tea pot.

And she wanted to be the one to do it.

That was for later, though.

First, they had to find the demon.

She snapped her head at Broody Guy(TM) as he spoke. Squinted at him. He seemed rather sure of himself.

Creepy stillness--some sort of demon sensor? Maybe he was a demon. Maybe! He was afraid that she’d use the pot on him!

Oooo, this just got juicy.

“Ooookay,” she drawled and then trotted off in that direction.

Her steps slowed as she started to hear it too--the rumbling like an airplane wayyy overhead.

Rumbling like...snoring.

“Is it snoring?!” she asked, her voice accidentally bouncing around the cave as they came to the mouth at the other side.

The snoring stopped.

“Whoops.”

“I see you,” came the deep, raspy rumble of the demon. Supposedly demon. Could just be some shithead. Ha. Ha. Ha...

To Catch a Demon || Peach & Flynn

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Flynn rolled his eyes at the kid. Arrogant lil shit wasn’t she? But, to be fair, at one point he had been a Mundus. Hell, he didn’t even know what he was really categorized as now since no one really wanted to put vampires under their umbrella. Everyone would rather have them all suffer in the sun than invite them under the shade.

But, oh! Woes me! My magic makes me such a target! My powers against those with out powers makes me the weak one! Everyone is so mean to me about it!

Get bent. The only thing anyone cared about was themselves. Vampires had been worse off for centuries and you didn’t seem them complaining to the media. If they really gave a shit about magick’s rights they’d include everyone. Even the fucking weredogs.

Whatever. He wasn’t here to get pissy over politics. He didn’t care that much anyways. Flynn let out come mock laughter, a hardy bunch of ha’s for her.

“Uhh,” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and them hmmed down at the tea pot, too. “You know, he didn’t say anything about it tracking ‘em, but hey, you’re the expert on magic, right? How many,” Flynn flourished a hand over the top of the tea pot, “spells can fit in one tea pot?”

She was the expert on magic, wasn’t she?

And not just her magic. She’d seen lots of magic before. She had done a lot of reading. Her whole life had been spent reading. She didn’t know it was that she could do for the longest time. Was she a sorcerer? A light fairy? There were so many questions she didn’t have an answer to. Such was the way of orphans. So, she had read. She’d read and read and read and consumed as much information as she possibly could.

Which did mean that she knew more than this Mundus.

Which was nice.

Great, actually.

“Well, here, let me see it.” She took a step closer. “I gotta look at it to see what I can find out.”

Did she really need to? No. She just wanted to hold it, if they were being honest.

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And ok-aye, this girl was definitely on something right now if she thought that facing a demon was fun. Completely off her rocker. Flynn had built his entire career off the whole work smarter, not harder proverb. Meaning: if you don’t have to fight a demon to get what you wanted, all the better!

Less work, more profit. Basic economics. The money wouldn’t be worth shit if he was stuck in hell because a demon dropped kicked his ass down the hole.

If that’s even something demons could do. He didn’t know, he didn’t go out of his way to crack open a dusty old book reading about those things. He preferred something more uplifting. Something not boring.

“Oh, good, so you noticed the weird twitch in his eye when he talked about that thing, too,” Flynn joked. Half joked. Didn’t really joke.

Flynn waited for her to get through, shaking his head as his mouth down turned at her movements. Then it was his turn and, ugh, this was not how he wanted to be spending his day. He regretted everything.

“Magic? Nah,” he lied easily, using his free hand to dust his shirt off. “I’m just a guy who’ll do anything for a quick buck, apparently.” He glanced up at her, giving an impressed frown. “Invisible and light bending. I’m sure that is pretty cool. That’ll be great in this dark cave.”

“Woah, shit,” Peach murmured under her breath as she came to the little clearing where there were three more cave entrances and a weird rock that kind of looked like those dudes with the funky wigs from back in the day. (Kidding, she knew they were judges.) But--seriously that was the most realistic rock formation she’d ever seen.

For the first time, she got the heebie jeebies crawling up and down her spine.

But, she didn’t let that stop her!

She smiled at Broody Guy(TM) as he appeared next to her.

“Hey, it’s better than no magic at all, you silly Mundus,” she told him with a sniff of self-importance.

“That’s probably why I had to come with you. I’m going to have to save you.”

Then you’ll be indebted to me forever and ever! she thought to herself gleefully, because he sure was cute.

“Sooo, which cave? Is the tea pot like--gonna get hot when we’re close or something?” She peered at the object in the man’s hand.

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At first Flynn made a face, an annoyed, very unimpressed, face.

Then he had to hold in a laugh behind his fist because, lord have mercy, people thought he talked a lot? Get a load of this one. Say what you want about this kid but Flynn admired her ability to go in head first. It reminded him a lot of himself.

Aaaaand now he knew why no one liked him back then. Huh.

He went to answer, fully prepared to give her a stunning display of his ability to show who reigned supreme on the rambling front, but then she slipped. Thankfully he had speed and strength to compete for a belt. Combined, it made him a very sturdy hand rail apparently.

The hand not holding onto the aforementioned tea pot moved while she went on her decent, positioning his arm there for her to latch onto while he kept the tea pot at arms length in the other direction.

Woosh, that was a close one.

“Yeah, so I witnessed. You’ve got the light, watch where you’re going,” Flynn tsked, ducking his head to look over her. He didn’t smell any blood, and she hadn’t fallen on her ass. Win win. He carried on. “Anyways, back to the plan, yes my dear Watson, your powers of deduction have come along quite nicely. Minus the security blanket thing because obviously that’s your job. But, assuming you know of our…freaky friend, he gave me this thing saying it should bind the demon to it and the seal thing should be good to go.”

He shrugged, “You know if there even is a demon. If we’re lucky we might not even have to use this thing.”

Aw, her Broody Guy(TM) companion was worried about her! That was sweet. Also a good thing, because she had her magic, but that was probably it when it came to the big bad demon they were going to face.

She listened intently, even as she walked a bit ahead. It was in her nature to listen--well, when she was interested in something. And this was definitely something she was interested in. She was always interested in magic. But she was particularly interested in cool magic. Which involved capturing a demon--or binding it, she supposed.

“Pfft, don’t talk like that! Don’t you wanna meet a demon? I mean, Creepy Guy(TM), like obviously has some amount of faith for us fighting a demon because he seems to like--”

She came to a stop as they came to what looked like nothing more than a crack in the way. Hardly enough to squeeze through sideways. She looked to the right, no way to go there. Nothing to the left either. Just--through the crack. Or back the way they can.

With a huff, she turned sideways and started wiggling her way through the little crack in the wall. It was slimy and gross, but otherwise--kind of fun.

“--he seems to like--really want this seal thing. So, I assume he kind of wants us to actually get it for him. You got any magic? I can make myself invisible. Oh, and redirect light, so that’s cool.”

To Catch a Demon || Peach & Flynn

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Flynn scoffed at the kid. Him? Scared? The only thing he was scared of was her getting in the way or….you know, hurt or something. It was one thing for the creepy little son of a bitch to ask Flynn to go creeping around a demon infested cave, it was a whole new low for him to be asking a kid her age.

With one last look around the forest, his eyes sitting on the non existent path they had come from with the suggestion that they just head back now with an excuse made up for the sorcerer ready to sound out from his mouth.

But it stopped, making him choke. Thankfully he didn’t have to breath otherwise woowee he would have been panicking. Fucking stupid ass magic bullshit.

He followed in after the kid, not needing the light as his eyes didn’t even have to adjust to the low lighting. Not that she needed to know that. “Thanks,” he sounded off, nodding to her phone. It was the sounds that really had him on edge.

The stilled cave amplified everything within while dampening all that was not. That splash of water was loud in his ears each time it bounced off the walls, and her voice made the headache he had been hoping would go away please, thank you, before they got to the nitty gritty stuff amplify in the moment.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, beckoning her forwards, “you can come back later to sight see. Let’s get this thing locked down before we get ahead of ourselves here.”

Right, they were on a mission.

A mission to hunt a demon.

Well, get a seal, but that involved hunting a demon.

“Soooo,” she drawled as they strolled along. “How are we getting rid of this thing? Or how are we getting the seal thing? Either way--which ever question is more relevant. Oh! Does the tea pot have something to do with it? You’re not British so I can’t imagine you brought it along as like some kind of security blanket. Which, I mean, if you did, that’d be totally cool and not lame whatsoever, I swear.”

She nodded firmly, slipping a little on the path, a few stones tumbling into the water as they made their way along it. “Whoops!” she chirped and then laughed, grabbing on to this bloke’s forearm to steady herself. “Thanks! Almost lost my footing there for a sec.”

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