captainpoppins (captainpoppins) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-02-20 22:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | lucifer morningstar, yondu udonta |
Who: Yondu and Lucifer
When: A month or so ago
Where: At Lux, after hours, then Yondu's ship
What: Sitting down to a drink, then off to space! Oh and Yondu’s an alien btw. And Lucifer’s got wings.
Rating/Warnings: Language
Status: Complete
Yondu stretched, the joints in his shoulders and back loudly cracking in a few places. “Damn that was a long night.” he sighed, rolling his neck before flopping into one of Lucifer’s comfy leather chairs. He massaged the bridge of his nose. His head was throbbing from nine hours worth of pulsating music and he could swear his ears were still ringing a little. “Are all bachelor parties like this here? Ain’t never seen nothin’ like it.”
Lucifer was already resting back in a chair of his own with one ankle resting on the knee of the opposite leg. A cloud of blue smoke swirled above his head from the cigar he pulled upon from time to time. In his other hand was a snifter of bourbon.
He chuckled when he heard Yondu’s complaint. “That was average. No one was arrested.”
"Hell. Whatever happened to just a buncha strippers and some moonshine?" He chuckled and shook his head, lifting the glass of bourbon to his lips and taking a sip. His eyebrows raised a little and he looked at the glass. That was some fine bourbon. "You have the best stuff in all of California, Lucifer, I swear."
“Damn right, I do,” Lucifer answered with a sly chuckle. He blew another plume of cigar smoke into the air. This had been a very profitable night. For him, and the girls in his employ. “I pay good money for the damn stuff.” Then he shrugged. “And I know a Scotsman or two who owe me favors.”
Yondu grinned and elicited the sort of knowing ‘hell yeah’ chuckle he had when he was impressed at someone’s cunning. “Favors are always a good thing t’have in your back pocket.” How many had he had as a Ravager in the dreams? Plenty to keep himself and his crew happy and in business, that was for sure.
He leaned back into the chair, breathing in the fragrant cigar smoke that slowly filled the room. Yondu wasn’t a smoker himself, but he didn’t mind the ambiance a good cigar paired with bourbon created. It was a nice way to unwind after having to strong arm some of the drunken young men into not getting too grabby with some of the girls. While he was really Lucifer’s bodyguard, sometimes his charge was in the thick of things along with his patrons, and it enabled Yondu to pull double duty in keeping an eye on some of the employees when some of security were just a bit too far away to get there in time. At one point he’d been worried one of the men in the party who had decided to pick a fight with him (which was immensely stupid and Yondu had shut that down quickly) had hit the image inducer he wore on his wrist. Inspecting it later during a bathroom break, he hadn’t seen anything out of sorts, luckily. It had shorted on him once before in a barfight - it was how Jessica knew he was an alien. He’d even made the local rag paper as an alien sighting. But so far Lucifer was still in the dark, and until the other man started dreaming more, Yondu wasn’t about to reveal himself willingly.
To Lucifer the dark was beginning to gain shades of grey. He’d dreamt about naming the stars as they were born. People online kept telling the wildest of stories. He was beginning to wonder if those stories weren’t so wild after all.
“What do you make of these dreams?” Lucifer was asking in all seriousness. In his time working with Yondu he’d come to trust the man. His bodyguard was very rough around the edges, but he held an intelligence that Lucifer saw behind that gruff manner.
The question was out of the blue but Yondu maintained his composure and lifted an eyebrow in response. "Well, I know they're real as this here Bourbon. Can't figure if it's a past life thing or parallel universes or some scifi shit." He shrugged a little trying to play it off, sipping at the bourbon carefully. "You seem to think we're all drinkin' the koolaid, mister star namer."
“Aren’t you?” Lucifer gave Yondu a lazy smirk. “Everyone seems to believe these dreams without question. You have to admit it is a stretch to accept it without question that I was free-floating by a nebula naming stars as they were born.”
His mind’s eye could still see the dream. Still feel the pride he had for the job he’d been given. And there was some part of him that hurt for not being in that position anymore.
Yondu chuckled. "Lucy, I been here two years. I've dreamt an' seen shit you can't even begin to imagine. So yeah, now I don't bat an eyelash if someone says they dreamed of bein' a vampire or ridin' dragons or whatnot. But I can see how a newbie would think we was all a little…" And he made the 'crazy' gesture with one hand next to his head.
“Oi!” Lucifer protested. He pointed a finger at Yondu with one brow lifted into an incredulous expression. “Watch it with the newbie thing.” He sniffed his indignation. His pride was sacrosanct. One twitched it at one’s peril.
“And I never said anyone was crazy.” Lucifer very much looked indignant. “Having it on with the rest of us not in on the joke? Very possible.”
Yondu snorted, unfazed by Lucifer's outburst. And here he thought he was mercurial. Clearly his boss was even more so.
"Some days I wish it were all a joke," he finished the bourbon. His eyes flickered to the bottle on Lucifer's desk, hoping he'd be offered more. "Some days I'm glad I got an arrow I can whistle through my enemies. An' havin' a spaceship ain't so bad neither." Maybe it was the bourbon talking, or maybe the shots he'd snuck in during his breaks to cope with the knuckleheads from the bachelor party, but normally he wasn't so casual with the dream details .
Lucifer was temperamental at the best of times, but he had things on his mind that were warring with his reason. He didn’t like what he couldn’t control. It made him downright cranky. Sometimes (all the time) he took it out on the people around him.
Without the need of being asked he leaned forward to refill Yondu’s glass. “Whistling arrows. Spaceships.” His brows lifted as he looked Yondu in the eyes. “Prove it.”
Yondu held the look a moment to see if the man was serious. Then a smirk and a chuckle came out of him. "Heh. You know you seen the arrow already. How I saved your ass from those punks and got me here this nice job. As for the spaceship…" He frowned a little at the glass in his hand. He shouldn't have mentioned it. The ship was very need to know. And Lucifer didn't need to know. But the flerken was out the bag now, so to speak.
He peered over at Lucifer. "How are you with heights?"
Lucifer chuckled at the challenge. “Well, I was floating in space as I was naming stars so I believe heights do not bother me.” And as if to prove the point, he slammed his drink down then stood up. His hands smoothed over his suit coat before he lifted his brows at Yondu as if to say Get on with it, then.
Yondu drained his glass and stood as well. Straightening his own jacket with a tug he sniffed and tilted his chin up a little. All right. If this guy thought he was tough they'd find out soon enough.
"We takin' my ride or yours? We gotta take a little trip cross town."
A scoff of derision came from Lucifer. “Your ride, as you ironically put it, is a mobile home for sewer rats.” He pushed a button on his cell phone. “We’ll take the Benz, thank you very much.” He swept his arm in silent invitation for Yondu to go first then fell in next to him.
“You’ll have to give me directions, you realize.”
Yondu bristled at the insult. "Hey! Watch it!" He pointed. "You never insult a man's car, 'specially when it's a truck an' most especially when that man is from the South." Yondu was proud of Wilhemena - that was what he'd named his truck - he kept her neat and clean (relatively. She was probably due about now) and aside from the first few signs of rust at the wheel wells (which he intended to rectify at some point), she was a fine looking 4x4. A ruby red on the outside with tan seating on the interior.
He glared at Lucifer as he strode past him. "I'll give you directions as we go." And snatched the keys from his hand. "On second thought, maybe I'll drive." And he grinned widely at the other man.
Lucifer would be dead before he willingly stepped foot into a 4X4. It didn’t matter how fine it looked. It became a secondary worry after Yondu snitched the keys, however.
“Oi!” he shouted as he immediately made a grab for his keys. “I rather doubt you can handle a Benz let alone how to work a stick shift!”
"Hah! I been drivin' stick since I was fourteen! Bet all you had was a chauffeur." Again, the South and farmland played a huge part in that. Taller than Lucifer, he kept the keys out of reach as they walked. "Don't worry, I'll treat your baby like she was mine." As they came upon the Benz, Yondu let out an impressed whistle. "Well this'll be fun."
“Mother insisted on it.” Lucifer’s family were noble snots. Not that he wasn’t just as elitist, but he would never force someone to believe that just because he was born with a title he was better than they.
A proud smile formed on his face for Yondu’s admiration of his baby. “Vintage. Entirely restored.” He pointed a stern finger at Yondu. “Don’t make me put her in the shop again!”
"I promise. Cross my heart." He made a quick gesture across his chest while hungrily grinning at the classic car. Getting in he took a moment to let it sink in what he was driving before he put the key in the ignition. As they pulled out of the garage he noted how smooth and elegant she rode. She turned on a dime like the finely tuned machine she was. "Man she's somethin' else." Yondu commented after some driving. The area was slowly giving way from the rich area to the more every day downtown. He reached down to turn on the radio.
Lucifer wasn’t used to being the passenger instead of the driver. He tried to go with the turns, but there were times when he had to grab the Oh Shit handle. Yes. This definitely sucked. But he was still proud to have his precious darling admired. “Only the best for me, thank you.”
His smile, pride and what little casual demeanor he had left diminished as he watched the neighborhood degrade until finally Lucifer tried to subtly lock his door.
Of course Yondu had found a classic rock station. It would have been that or country music. An AC/DC song screamed from the radio though it was turned down.
"Here we go." Yondu said, pulling into the entrance of the junkyard. He rolled down the window and leaned his large frame out to punch in the code. The gates slid open slowly with rattling and squeaking. He could have greased the wheels but he liked the idea that if someone tried to get in hacking the code, he'd hear them coming a mile away.
They made their way through small mountains of car parts and crushed vehicles, weaving slowly in and out until they came upon an open area. There sat a futuristic ship that was all elegant sharp angles - like angel wings made of metal; Yondu's personal space craft, his M Ship.
“Oh!” chimed Lucifer. “I like this one.” He reached forward to turn the volume up until the bass line of Highway to Hell practically rattled the windows. He leaned back against the soft leather seat with a satisfied smile on his face. He wasn’t certain exactly why he liked this song. He just did.
His nose wrinkled for their location, but his disgust vanished upon seeing the ship. “...bloody hell.”
Of course the Devil himself would like this song, Yondu smirked at the thought. He almost winced at how loud it was, but he was used to it thanks to Peter who seemed to have no sense of hearing whatsoever.
Now it was Yondu’s turn to preen with pride. He flashed Lucifer a toothy grin as he reached for the door.
“Shall we?” He got out of the car without waiting for the answer. As he strutted towards his ship he rattled off some specs - none of it really making much sense as it was all alien tech. “Dreams decided to drop her off in my backyard in pieces. Peter an’ I worked on her for months ‘fore she was space worthy.”
“Well that puts a new spin on some assembly required.” Lucifer made certain that the alarm was set on his beloved car then followed Yondu. When he got closer he paced around the ship, hands in his pants pockets, looking at the different things to be seen on the outside while Yondu rattled on with things he couldn’t ever understand.
“So might one assume that lightspeed and blah, blah, blah are real things?” He peeked out from around a piston or whatever.
Yondu nodded. “Yep. Though we call it “jumps” in the Dreams.” There was also a limit to how many jumps one could make safely, but he didn’t bother going into that. Every time he dreamt about Rocket’s stupid idea to do a couple hundred jumps, he woke up feeling his face to make sure he hadn’t been left deformed by the process. Stupid rat.
“Wanna take a looky loo at the inside?”
“Jumps,” he repeated. “That sounds a bit different than traveling faster than the speed of light. But I must say. It would be something to hop, skip and jump across the universe.” His own dreams of naming the stars made him want to try that.
“Is that even a question you need answered.” Lucifer gave Yondu a bland look with a lift of his brows.
"Haven't tried that part yet." Yondu replied. "Not sure I want to just in case somethin' goes wrong. Not like you can call for help an' such an' expect someone t'show up."
Yondu smirked at his boss and friend. He pulled out a keychain that had more doodads than actual keys and pressed a button. The ramp to the ship angled down slowly until it rested on the dirt with a soft thud. "After you," He gestured grandly.
Once they were onboard Yondu was quiet a moment (shocker) as he watched Lucifer take it in. The ship was sleek and futuristic with its all metal interior and utilitarian lighting. She was quite roomy despite outward appearances, with two decks and an isolated cockpit that could easily fit four.
Lucifer quietly and calmly stepped up the ramp and into the ship. This was the first time he’d been in anything that wasn’t a private jet. For all he knew commercial flights were as alien as what he was looking at.
“I’d be suitably impressed if I knew even half of what I was looking at,” he admitted with a chuckle back to Yondu.
"Wouldn't matter much if I explained it." Yondu gave him a wry smile in reply. "Though just as an fyi the space suits are there." He pointed to a glass case labelled "Space Suits FOR EMERGENCY ONLY" that held four of them. "Y'know jus' in case somethin' happens while we're in space."
He strode to the ladder that led to the bridge and climbed up. Settling himself into the pilots chair he waited for Lucifer to follow.
Lucifer peered at the glass but didn’t see any actual space suits that he would expect to see. You know...those bulky things the NASAnauts wore. “You’re having me on.” He glanced over his shoulder at Yondu with one brow arched then realized his host had moved on. "Blimey."
A few moments later he showed up in the bridge and repeated himself. "Didn't see any space suits, mate."
Yondu chuckled. "That's cuz they're futuristic an' shit." It was difficult to describe them, if he was being honest.
Yondu started flipping switches and hitting buttons. The engines purred to life and the ship suddenly thrummed with energy as he primed them for takeoff. Ramp closed - check. Landing gear up - check. The ship jolted a little and then felt weightless a moment as they hovered.
"Oh almost forgot," he suddenly said, hitting another switch before grabbing the piloting controls. "Cloaking system. So we don't end up on the 10 o'clock news." He gave Lucifer a wink. They ascended, the junkyard and Lucifer's car dwindling beneath them before Yondu kicked it into gear and they shot over the city.
Lucifer chuckled with an excited grin on his face as he plunked into the chair next to Yondu’s. He made a point of lifting his hands to show he wasn’t going to touch anything. “Could we at least make it into one of those conspiracy ufo videos on Youtube? We could have a good laugh to see how much it would get shared around.”
He leaned forward to watch the ground pull away, but then he was pressed back into the chair. His breath was held for a few moments while he got used to the sensation, but soon enough Lucifer was back to grinning. “Bloody marvelous!”
Yondu chuckled. “Bad enough my blue face made the rounds long ways back in a bar fight. Don’t need to add my baby to the list.” His grin grew at Lucifer’s reaction, keen on showing off and oblivious to the fact he’d just basically told him he was a blue alien. He banked the ship, catching the currents that made it easier to rise up into the atmosphere. California shrunk below them, the blue of the Pacific shimmering in the midday sun, taking over the vista below as they continued their angled upward ascent. Blue sky gave way to a thinning atmosphere, the ship shuddering a little with the change before suddenly…
...they were surrounded by stars and the Earth was a gianormous terrestrial ball behind them.
“Blue?” Of course Lucifer caught that flippant detail that had been dropped out there. He turned a curious look to Yondu, but that would have to wait. Between the sensation of transitioning from atmosphere to a decided lack of one, and the many MANY stars, Lucifer was entirely gobsmacked.
He’d had that dream about naming stars. Here they were. Right in front of him, as if they’d been waiting for him. Lucifer slowly rose from his chair so he could get closer to the glass. “Absolutely stunning…”
The way M-Ships were designed with their domed canopies allowed those in the cockpit to feel pretty close to the stars and Yondu grinned broadly as he saw the effect on his friend. "Pretty damn impressive, ain't it?" He let him have a looky-loo before nudging the ship a bit and slowly turning her about face so they could see the Earth. "I never get tired of this view." He said almost with a dreamy tone to his voice.
Lucifer’s eyes took in the view of the Earth. To him it wasn’t just another planet. According to his dreams it was his playground while Hell was his kingdom. His dreams told him of people he’d met and become close to. People who weren’t with him now. Chloe.
His face went stoic as he tried to shove the dreams away. Focus on what he does have. Yondu was sharing something very personal and important with him. He glanced back at his bodyguard with a small smile. “I envy you, my friend.”
Yondu grinned widely, proud as hell that for once the man who seemingly had everything actually was jealous of something he had. "Hold on, lemme get my phone. I want that on tape." His eyes twinkled, teasing.
"But yeah, dreams did me right in the end here. Can't complain." He wasn't going to tell his friend of the much larger ship he had stationed out halfway between the moon and the Earth. It hung invisible in space, cloaked against Earth's satellites and telescopes. The Quadrant was like a second home; he and his boys (Peter, Anakin, Clint) made trips to it regularly. Plus Yondu had trust issues. Letting Lucifer onto the Quadrant meant he was like family and he just wasn't there yet with the man.
Lucifer skewered Yondu with an amused grimace for the teasing. It was a good thing he actually liked Yondu. He didn’t like his ego teased, thank you very much. But certain people could take a few more liberties than the average person. He could count how many on one hand, but he did have people he let closer.
“I am not sure if I am looking forward to whatever my dreams bring to me,” he said as he looked back out the window, “or dreading it.”
Yondu looked at him, brow furrowed a bit. “Why, you worried you’ll turn red and get a pitchfork?” His tone was teasing but somehow serious, as if wondering if Lucifer did indeed look like that in the dreams. Yondu had no way of knowing, as the man hadn’t said much about them besides naming stars.
Lucifer’s shoulders twitched as he gave a small huff of amusement. “If only.” He knew there was a true form for him, his devil face. He much preferred this one, thank you, and so would practically everyone else.
But fine. It was a little cramped for this, but he’d manage. After all, he was born this way. So without turning around he let his wings unfurl.
"Holy sh-!" Yondu blurted, completely caught off guard. He flailed as enormous white feathered wings appeared out of nowhere and brushed up into his face. Nearly falling out of his chair he caught himself on the dashboard. The ship tilted slowly starboard and the sound of the engines gearing up to make a space jump could be heard.
Yondu had hit something and he needed to stop it before they ended up in a different galaxy. "D'ast it!" He spat, righting himself and punching buttons and pushing a lever back into vertical position. The engines calmed down and the ship righted itself.
Yondu stared over at Lucifer. "What'n the hell?! Them dreams gave you wings??" The cockpit was really too tight a space for this, but he couldn't move, he was just...stunned.
Lucifer smirked when he heard Yondu lose it. The engines changing pitch got his attention, however, and he grabbed hold of the closest thing that would bear his weight. Once everything was back to what passed for normal on a ship in space he turned to look at Yondu...mindful of his wings knocking into anything.
“I got the impression from the dreams that I’ve always had them and they simply reminded me that they were there.” And why.
Yondu was silent a moment as he took in the sight of his friend, now facing him, with giant wings sprouting from his back. Slowly, a smirk crept onto his lips, working its way to the side.
“Shoot. An’ here I was expectin’ bat wings or somethin’.” He paused a minute, contemplating, then stood as if having resolved to something known only to him. “Well, since we’re sharin’ an’ all, might as well explain how I got myself here a spaceship from the dreams.” He lifted his left arm and pressed a button on what more or less looked like a glorified watch, which was the image inducer. His human visage vanished, replaced with a bald, bright blue alien with what looked like a futuristic mohawk that’d been cut short (he’d decided to go with the short one today; had he known they were gonna do this, he’d have put on the more impressive ‘prototype’ one.). His now red eyes were clearly visible against blue skin and raised eyebrows as he spread his arms. “Ta-da. I’m a fuckin’ alien.” And yes, those ridiculously dangerous looking teeth in his mouth were now visible too when he spoke or smiled.
Lucifer watched with curious expectation. It seemed a day for revelations between the two of them. First the ship. Then his wings. And now his bodyguard was blue...and reminded him of some of the beings in his dreams that he knew as demons. Fortunately, that was superficial only. Lucifer smiled as he crossed his arms.
“Of course you are,” he said. “We’re in space. What else would you be?” Then he shrugged. “I certainly hope that you’ll drop the bloody disguise around me.”
Yondu smirked and huffed a little, surprised at the cool and collected demeanor. Every time he'd done this he'd expected the other person to panic. So far the closest he'd gotten was Clint's momentary look of disbelief.
Yondu sat back down into the Captain's chair, relaxed and grateful he didn't have to hide this side of himself anymore. "Fine by me." He tilted his chin at the wings. "Those are pretty dang cool. How's it they just showed up like that? Wasn't like your back was all bulky with 'em folded this whole time."
Lucifer chuckled. “Abracadabra.” He snapped his fingers then his wings disappeared. His shoulders shrugged dismissively as he made to sit back down. “For all I know they’ve been there the entire time and the dreams triggered their appearance.” He twisted a bit to show his back to Yondu. “No hump.” Then he leaned back in his chair. “Right nuisance if you ask me.”
“Shit.” Yondu drawled. “The most I could do is float down holdin’ the Yaka arrow. An’ that was just in the dreams. Wing’s’d be a nice little upgrade. How can them things be a nuisance if you can just snap ‘em away?”
Lucifer decided to put it terms that might more easily be understood. “Have you ever seen that Christmas movie, A Christmas Story? Well, these wings are like my own bunny suit. Didn’t want them. Didn’t ask for them, and they were given to me by someone I despise. So…” he ended with a shrug. People had been trying to convince him of how cool his wings were. They hadn’t been there when his brothers had injured him during the war, tears feathers out in handfuls. Too many memories wrapped up into these wings, and he would prefer to be rid of them.
"Hmm." Yondu grunted. He knew enough from his childhood of Sunday School classes in the little Midwest church they used to attend that Lucifer was referring to God. "Well it's a damn shame but I know what it's like to have shit done to you against your will. In the dreams I was a battle slave. Got more scars than I can count from all the shit they put me through. This?" He pointed to the fin and then procured the arrow from its holster. "This little getup was a modification from what my people got naturally. This here fin's supposed to grow outta my dome, but the Kree thought this here upgrade was better. The arrow is the same on the outside as what Centaurians use but again them Kree fiddled with the insides. So it can do more than just run people through."
“Is that so,” Lucifer said with obvious interest. “Some day I’ll want to see what that little bugger can do. For now, I think we’ve both had enough Show and Tell to last us until high school. So what do you say you put us back on Terra Firma and we’ll clean out my stock of Scotch?” It sounded like a great idea to him.
Yondu offered his friend a lopsided grin. "An' folks say t'never make any deals with the Devil." He sat up and fired up the engines, plotting a course back to Earth. "Hope you got yourself a good constitution, Lucy, cuz I'm drinking your feathered ass under the table!"