day 19 and omg it's the cupid au i talked abt literally months lmaooo
Dream pulled back the already taught string just a smidge further. His aim was perfect, sight locked on, bow deathly still; contact inevitable. He would hit his target this time, and he was determined to make sure it stuck.
He let go with a decisive huff, watching the arrow soar to its destination. This was it. After weeks of failure after failure, he'd finally-
Miss. The target moved at the last possible second.
The fingers that held the arrow's nock trembled. His jaw hung open, eyes wide.
"He dodged it. Again. He fucking dodged it again!!"
"Geez, some Cupid you are, Dream," a british accent quipped behind him.
"I thought you were supposed to drop this case, dude," another complained.
"No, you guys don't understand!" Dream whirled around, facing his two dearest friends that, recently, were really getting on his nerves. Last he checked, friends were supposed to be supportive. "I have a perfect fucking record. Every case I'm assigned, they fall in love by the end of the week. I don't miss shots, I don't make mistakes, and I don't drop a case just because it's hard!"
"Look, Dream, we get it, man. We've had our share of Unlovables too." Sapnap shrugged.
"But I've even made Unlovables fall in love! And I feel it, Sap. This one is absolutely loveable! I bet my wings on it!"
"I really don't see the big deal. You getting so wrapped up on this one case is only gonna affect your other cases."
"Ya know, George," Sapnap murmured in his ear as he leaned against his shoulder, "maybe if you were this passionate about the job, you wouldn't have so many cold cases."
"Oh, yeah, like you're any better. You just got your wings a few months ago. I've solved more cases than you've ever worked!"
"Sorry I didn't have a hundred-year head start, old man!"
"Would you two shut up!? Don't you both have your own cases to deal with?"
"I finished mine earlier, but Boss said he wanted to talk to you. Sapnap just kinda followed me."
"Boss wants to talk...?"
For some reason, Dream got a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
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"Your actions have shown clear disobedience. Such behavior is unbecoming of a Cupid, of an angel at all! For the crime of insubordination, you shall have your wings stripped."
Dream's face fell. A haunted expression took over. He felt like crying.
Before he knew it, angelic guards had grabbed him and began strapping him down to a wooden board, back exposed. He heard a third approach, a flaming holy sword in hand: the only weapon capable of completely removing an angel's wings.
The heat got closer, like a guillotine descending toward his neck.
"No!" He struggled, fighting against the shackles but they didn't budge. "I'm sorry! I'll drop the case, I swear! I won't disobey again!"
The high angel showed no sympathy. Neither did the hundreds of others that watched him, a spectacle, an example of what happened when rules were broken.
"You've already had your chance, Dream. Sever his wings!"
Dream fought harder to no avail. He sobbed, pleading for mercy that never came. With a single sweep of the fiery blade, his wings were sliced clean off. Bloody feathers flew up. He screamed. Dream felt the thud of his wings hitting the floor reverberate from his feet up to to his chest.
The crowd cheered. He liked to think he heard a few wails of agony too, but it was hard to tell over the sounds of his own.
Finally, the guards undid the restraints, pushing the board out of the way, and he promptly collapsed to his knees. Pain swept in waves over his back like flowing lava. He rested his forehead on the floor, vision blurry with tears, whole body shaking.
"Without wings, you cannot remain in the heavens. Guards, cast him out."
A fear like no other struck him in his very core. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Questions of how this all happened, how it got this bad swirled in his mind. They didn't last for long. Not when once again hands grabbed at his limbs, dragging him out of the large room, causing panic to course through his veins.
Though it had no effect, he still begged for forgiveness, tears rolling down his cheeks. The faces of his best friends came into view, held back by more guards. They looked angry, confused, terrified. They called for him, apologizing as if this was at all their faults. Dream hated that this would be the last look he ever got of them, the people he cared about so, so much. He forced a watery smile, mouthing his love and goodbyes.
The gates arrived sooner than he expected. Without a second thought, the guards tossed him out. The soft, pillowy clouds didn't catch him like they used to. He went right past them.
Then, he was falling, wind rushing by, whipping at his exposed skin. A chill tore through his body. He hadn't felt temperature before. His body instinctively adjusted for flight, but, of course, that didn't happen. Never again.
He just kept falling. The ground rapidly got closer. This was it.
Okay but level with me here, does baby Hugh Laurie in Jeeves and Wooster not kind of look like a white Julian Bashir in Deep Space Nine? Like in his face shape and body type and some of his facial expressions? I know at least five of you are in both fandoms you gotta tell me if this is just me
