Missing Soul ☆ THE BEATLES

introduction

° C A S T °

RINGO
the missing soul

○ is alive but only ironically
○ loves cats more than the majority of the human race
○ tends to take photos of everything, especially sunsets and random plants

PAUL
the guardian angel

○ can't help but fuck up (he tries though, that's important)
○ lowkey loves john but highkey hates him at the same time
○ is very protective and will fight for ringo

JOHN
the devil

○ shows up fashionably late, even if it was his own plan (fashionably meaning 30 minutes)
○ highkey soft but he pretends he isn't
○ problematic fave

GEORGE
the grim reaper

○ had been in this line of work for too long to be immune to humanity's stupidity
○ certified coffee-addict (please get him away from coffee shops)
○ likes plants and buys every potted one he sees

° P R O L O G U E  °

THE STREELIGHT WAS flickering as Elsie Starkey struggled to breathe. Her mouth trembled as fog formed in front of her face,  tear tracks long dry and cold as the puddle of blood did nothing but spread.

"Please," She begged to everyone, everything, any being that could hear her. "Please let my baby survive, please oh please..."

Unbeknownst to the dying woman, her guardian angel and a certain adversary of heaven was currently bickering.

"Well shit Macca, I'm not the one who fucked up." The Devil of this millenia chuckled, eyes gleaming with delight as the cherub fumed.

"Shut your fucking mouth, if I hadn't listened to you none of this would have happened!"

"Though it is happening, dove," John peered over Paul's shoulder, tsking. "She won't make it to the emergency room. The baby too. Poor girl." The faux look of pity melted into glee. "I have an idea."

Paul gritted his teeth. "Fuck you."

"You wish. Heads or tails. Heads, they die. Tails, she dies, but the baby lives." He fished out a coin, twirling it in the air. "She has ten minutes, Macca, deal or no deal?"

Paul's doe eye flitted to the woman he was assigned to, feeling shame rise in his stomach. He failed her. And this was his last chance of redemption.

"Please God, let my baby survive..."

Forgive me, Elsie.

"Deal."

John grinned. "Atta boy."

And so the coin was flung. Time seemed to stop and the air felt colder as the metal twirled around and around like a girl hoisted up during cheer squad practice. Paul couldn't believe a human's life depended on such a tiny thing, on such a stupid bet.

John's hands smacked, his wild eyes flickering with joy and excitement. He opened his palms. Tails. Paul let out a shaky breathe of relief, the air once filled with tension intruded with the loud wails of an ambulance.

"You better not screw up again, Macs."

"Trust me, I won't. Now fuck off."

John huffed. "Not even a single thank you." Flames consumed his boots, eventually eating him upwards and all what was left of the Devil was some ashes flying in the air. Paul rolled his eyes. So extra.

He floated over to Elsie, brushing some hair from her face as paramedics closed the door. His hand gently went to her stomach, the steady beat of life making him nervous. As far as he was concerned, he was their guardian angel now.

° A U T H O R ' S  N O T E °

Hihihi!!! Grace Flowers here with another fic, I know, groan collectively at me right now.

This fic is inspired by the famous Korean drama Goblin which I love to bits. If anyone knows some good KDramas hmu fam I need new content to cry over 💛

Let's get to this, shall we?