#wickedpotions

[vvaywardhunter]

castiel + aragorn

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Castiel spent a fair amount of time in the outskirts and the woods, either keeping an eye on the revenant and vampire situation or following up on the occasional case with Dean. There wasn't a lot of hunting to be done in Sallow Hills, and it wasn't the focus of their life here, but once in a while a situation came up where they could put their supernatural experience to use. That recent debacle with John Constantine came to mind. One demon was no match for either of them, but that wasn't the point.

One or both of them came by the cathedral regularly just to keep an eye on things, but it rarely changed. There was something almost peaceful about it for Cas, and he sometimes sat out there to listen in on angel radio (nothing on it, ever, but that had been true even before he got here) or pray to Jack. He didn't know if his messages ever got through, but he didn't rule it out either. Jack had been able to communicate with him in the Empty, which should have been impossible. In any case, he just liked to let him know they were okay.

[holy-rovia]

jesus rovia + conner

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It was odd the way change seemed to happen slowly and then all at once. Jesus had been keeping track of the disappearances in town as well as he could, and working through housing made it easier to tell when people had vanished. He didn't have the time or resources to look into all of those on his own, not even with Dean and Castiel's help, but they made an effort if someone turned up concerned about their missing friends.

He'd made repeated requests of Armes and the Town Hall for more investigations into those without a lot of progress, so he was surprised that the disappearance of a third mayor was the trigger for more action. He'd gladly volunteered to take a role in organizing meetings at the community center. It was still mostly in the talking stages, but he felt they'd made some real progress at tonight's meeting for getting volunteers for more regular search parties. At the very least, people were sharing information, and that was a start. He was folding up chairs as people trickled out of the room afterward, a couple of them lingering to talk.

[holy-rovia]

jesus & kate

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Jesus had never particularly excelled at long-term relationships, but that didn't mean he didn't enjoy watching other people's. He'd been getting a vibe between Kate and Ahsoka for a while now, but he wasn't the type to meddle. People had to get to things in their own time, and neither of them had had it easy before they got to Sallow Hills. He wanted his friends to be happy, and he was there to support them in that however he could. If he was secretly captain of the heretofore non-existent Katsoka ship, that was his business.

It was a little strange to be hanging out at home, but that had nothing to do with Kate. He just didn't spend a lot of time in his own apartment if he didn't have to. It had been an unexpectedly busy summer though, and he sensed they could both just use a night of takeout and unwinding, with no hint of work or responsibilities--and no alcohol, of course. He knew she could stand to be around it from working in the bar, but he didn't typically keep it in the apartment anyway. Drinking was a purely social activity for him.

[vvolfstare]

steve & finn

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It had been a long time since Steve had been in one place long enough to just work on his skills. Sallow Hills was a rare bit of peace, and even though he half-expected it to be yanked out from under him at any moment, he was enjoying every bit of it he could. It was a luxury to be able to paint, or work on the house with Bucky, or repair bikes with Rey, or cook with Finn. He was making slow but steady progress in the kitchen. He'd mastered breakfast, grilling, and soups thanks to Finn's patient instruction, and they were moving on to pasta because he knew Bucky could carb-load for every meal and be completely happy with it.

He could make pasta. He didn't even overcook it anymore since they'd invested in a kitchen timer. That wasn't the issue. None of his meals were actually bad anymore, but they lacked imagination and often flavor. At this point, he mostly just liked having a reason to spend time in the kitchen with Finn and to have everyone over for dinner. On the off-chance he really messed something up, there was always takeout. There was a bag of groceries on the counter, the ceiling half-painted with constellations, and the radio playing softly in the background.

[vvaywardhunter]

kon & castiel

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Free will wasn't a thing angels were ever supposed to have, so Castiel found the idea of participating in an election rather curious. He'd certainly never voted in anything before, his opinion never asked for or wanted. Heaven was ruled by rank and power. Not being a human, he probably wouldn't have considered it his business if not for his friends. Steve, at least, felt very strongly about fair elections and making informed decisions.

He was trying to honor that conviction by listening to the platforms of each candidate. He supposed it helped with objectivity that he didn't know any of them personally, although he'd talked to Baz about the blood bank and knew of Oswald, at least tangentially, through Zsasz. His head tilted curiously as the speech wrapped up, a thoughtful frown on his face. He nearly ran over someone as he turned to go, who was nearly as solid as he was. "I'm sorry. I suppose my mind was elsewhere."

[holy-rovia]

kate & jesus

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Attending weekly Pride meetings at the White Rabbit hadn't prepared Jesus for the outpouring of support from the community during June. There were a lot more people in town who celebrated than who came to the meetings, and it was downright inspiring to see it all. It was the first place he'd ever lived where he didn't feel he had to hide from anyone.

It was a rare bit of afternoon lull while he helped Kate set up for the night's poetry reading. He wasn't the sort of person to write poetry or share his feelings, but he enjoyed other people's. You didn't need to be a poet to appreciate language or expressions of human experience. "Planning to share some poetry with us tonight?" He tossed a grin her way. She seemed like the kind of person who would be hiding deep, eloquent thoughts.

[murderxhusbands]

baz & penny

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Things had settled since Simon came back and they discovered Agatha was in town. Penelope could never shake the feeling that she was being lulled whenever things were peaceful, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to take advantage of it while she could. Her grades had slipped while she threw all her time and energy into looking for Simon, and she was slowly working to pull them back up. Regular homework sessions with Baz helped, since if anyone was as serious about school as she was, it was them. She often chose the café for its atmosphere, even though she already spent a lot of time there. It felt homey.

She pulled her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose, her eyes tired from proofreading an essay that was probably long past done. "Do you think we should invite Agatha to study with us? She's doing uni while she's here too." It was a real question, one Penny hadn't yet managed to answer for herself. She wouldn't mind studying with her one on one, but she didn't know where that fell on an awkwardness scale with Baz. Being friends with their boyfriend's ex-girlfriend was weird enough that she wouldn't push the issue.

[rebellioussnips]

@wickedpotions​ for Finn 

There was a comfort to be had in the fact that even here, so far from everything she’d once considered home, the Force was still around her. A part of her had been terrified when she had completely walked away from the Order that she was going to somehow lose that connection. That somehow, she would be deemed unworthy to feel it so closely, but that hadn’t been the case. She thought her understanding of it had actually gotten better after the Order. 

The Jedi had rules and rigid discipline that had obviously never sat well in her. She’d never managed to master her emotions entirely, her heart always leading instead of her head. Here, she had found that it was okay for that to be the case. Following her heart, letting the Force guide her along when she needed it, all had become something she had become much more comfortable and familiar with. She had seen, in her time here, people that the Force swam around, flocked to, familiarity and belief lending itself to a stronger presence of it. 

When there was a soft surge of it into her space, she tipped her head in curiosity, her nearly ever-present soft smile in effect. “Hello, Finn,” she greeted easily. There was a maturity to her now that she was sure Rex would be proud to see, even if he would be saddened by the reasons. “How are you?” She was familiar with most residents of Sallow Hills, but the level of familiarity varied.