short luckytutorial au oneshot
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I was thinking about a detective/ghost/1920-30s au, haven't worked out the exact details yet but basically Str1/Michael and StrB play detective after a close colleague is murdered. Around this time Michael starts seeing apparitions of several missing people around his area, including an unnamed man who is unable to remember his time alive. (i hope its really obvious who that is.)
its lucky. LUCKY is DEAD IN THIS AU. and a ghost !
The beta gang has no set story, so I can play dolls with them, and in this one they have to solve a murder mystery. How fun!!!
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His voice wisped out gently, followed by gentle taps.
Michaelβs eyes fluttered open, squinting as he took in the bright blue mist alongside the dim warm lamp. ..What time was it?
β..You fell asleep here, again.βΒ
Lucky noted. Tilting his head down to meet Michaelβs eyes.
He used to jump at Luckyβs tone. It was so sudden sometimes, and wispy. Now, itβs become.. familiar.Β
β..I always do,β Michael murmured, lifting his head with a groan. β..Youβve just been keeping count now, why?βΒ
Michael noticed how Lucky started pointing out stuff like this, like if he skipped breakfast or stayed awake. It was just Lucky looking out for him, but it made Michael feel.. odd. He cringed at such a thought, but, well.. It really made him feel seen. It was a feeling he didnβt recognize he needed. Especially now.
β..Well you arenβt exactly getting good rest,β Lucky softly remarked. He leaned back, taking a seat in the dusty chair opposite the desk.
Guess so, Michael thought. Smoothing a hand over his crumpled shirt. Briefly glancing at the window, noticing the empty streets and dim streetlights. Must be late, obviously.
β..So youβve just been watching me sleep?β Michael teased, flashing a small grin. He watched Luckyβs expression flicker with a sheepish gaze, before hesitantly relaxing into a smile. He shook his head lightly, β..No,β he chuckled. The implication making Michaelβs face feel oddly warm.Β
A moment, or two passed. The two realized theyβd been staring.
Lucky cleared his throat. βYou should sleep,β Β he leaned forward.Β
βI was.β Michael sputtered in reply, face a soft red. He turned away briefly.
β..At home, Michael.β Lucky pressed on, standing over him.Β
He blinked rapidly at the suddenly firm tone.
βUh, I... Guess.. so, huh?β Michael stammered. Finding his voice was wobbly.
β..I can walk you home,β Lucky offered, already getting up. Michael made no point to object.