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«The Last Trial». Takhisis, Raistlin Majere, Rosamun Majere. Death (#1)

Notes:

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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Takhisis stretched on her throne in boredom. After damn Raistlin Majere sealed the Gates of the Abyss to save the world (and locked her inside), nothing interesting happened in the Abyss itself.

He's weak. He is so weak, but he was able to defeat her, the very Mistress of Darkness! Takhisis hissed irritably, not wanting to admit final defeat. She'll get to him. She would make him pay for everything he had done! She closed her eyes, searching for him in the Darkness.

Where are you...

I'll find you...

He was sleeping peacefully. In the dream, he was with his mother and brother and seemed very happy. The sky above them was bright blue, the twins' mother, Rosamun, was smiling at them both, and the boys were snuggled up to her, basking in the rays of the warm sun. Takhisis hissed softly, letting out his nightmares. She crouched in the shadows, watching and waiting for the right moment. Very soon she will break it. He will become an obedient toy in her hands and then she will force him to open the Gate. Takhisis smiled softly, tasting the sweet taste of his fear when he realized she was here. She knew what needed to be done in order to start breaking him — to take his mother, the most precious thing he has.

In the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sky quickly overcast and the wind came. Rosamun tightened her arms around her sons, as if she understood what was going to happen. But she couldn't stop it. Caramon and Raistlin clung to their mother, but only one of them clearly understood what would happen next and therefore clung to his mother more desperately.

When tentacles reached out from the Darkness, Raistlin screamed and jumped to his feet, and then ran forward, trying to protect his mother.

"Raistlin," Rosamun called softly, looking at the approaching tentacles. They circled around him as if they couldn't go any further. Then they surrounded him. The sphere was getting darker and darker…

Rosamun got to her feet, clasping her eldest son's hands in hers.

"It's all right, honey," she assured him, leaving a long goodbye kiss on his forehead, "I love you".

"I love you, Mom," Caramon's voice reached Takhisis.

Rosamun moved toward Raistlin, looking around warily. She seemed to hold her breath until she approached her youngest son.

She easily walked right into the shadows, driving them away from herself and Raistlin, but they were still circling nearby. When the young magician looked at his mother in bewilderment, she sat down next to him.

"I love you, Raistlin. Please don't give in to the Darkness," Rosamun looked at him seriously, "it won't lead to anything good."

When Raistlin nodded, she gently hugged him and kissed him on the forehead. He held out his hands to his mother, but she pulled away, walking towards the shadows.

"No, Mom!" He cried desperately, clinging to the hem of her dress. "Stay, Mom, stay! Don't go there!"

"I have to, honey," Rosamun smiled sadly at him, "please go to your brother, okay? He will help you."

"I love you, Mom, don't leave! Please don't leave!" Raistlin was getting more and more desperate and was already on the verge of tears.

She gently unhooked his hands and gave Caramon a little push.

"Go. And goodbye," came to him with the wind.

Raistlin's desperate cry was drowned out by the descending Darkness.

"Don't touch them. You need me, so take it, but don't touch my children," the woman whispered.

"I can't swear," Takhisis smiled.

"Raistlin is a smart boy, he won't mess with magic like I do, and Caramon isn't interested in it," Rosamun smiled with relief, "they're safe. You can't touch them."

"Why won't it? See for yourself."

Takhisis showed the astonished mother how her sonhad really changed.

"Your son defeated me and imprisoned me in the Abyss with the help of magic", the goddess hissed.

"No…" Rosamun whispered in amazement, shaking her head as if refusing to believe it.

"He defeated me, but soon I will break him... with your help."

The woman didn't even have time to turn around. Rosamun's scream was swallowed up by Darkness.

Takhisis smiled. From now on, she would be the only one in his dreams. She'll break it. And then he will come and open the Gates to her.

And she will win.

Photo by Julia Gubina (https://vk.com/photo-48269334_457256277)

#the last trial drabble #the last trial #Raistlin Majere #Rosamun Majere #Takhisis

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«Supernatural». Michael/Adam Milligan. Cage

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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"We'll get out," Michael smiled faintly, squeezing Adam's hand in his.

Milligan wanted to believe him, because he is one of the most powerful creatures in the world, but the problem is that even he did not know how to get out of here without external influence.

With the departure of Lucifer, it became easier, no one tried to hurt Adam and Michael anymore, who tried to protect the person as much as he could.

But the Cage did not allow him to heal completely, so Michael smiled at the alarmed Adam through force. Milligan was very worried about the archangel, because he was his only friend here in the Cage, the only being who supported him and did not let him completely lose heart. Adam thought that if Michael died here, he would go mad alone, just like Lucifer.

Michael only clenched his teeth tightly and smiled tensely. He really hoped that the man did not really notice the whole terrifying scale of his pain for the archangel.

"Everything will be fine," Michael whispered softly, enveloping Adam with his wings. His breathing is heavy and rapid. Have panic attacks become a daily occurrence for them? hourly? phenomenon. Neither of them knew how long they had been here. More often, of course, Adam had attacks, but Michael also caught a few.

They supported each other, not letting them give up and stop fighting with the damn Lucifer Cage.

 "Nothing can be worse now," the archangel continued quietly.

 "We will get out, Michael, for sure," Adam whispered, squeezing the archangel's hand in his.

He talked about everything he thought about, dreamed about and lived about back then, before the ghouls. He talked about his mother, about his father, with whom he began to communicate only at the age of twelve, with childish delight he said that at the age of seven he had a cat.

Michael chuckled at the remark about his father and noticed that he had never communicated with his own. For some reason, it hurt the archangel. Noticing this, Adam smoothly shifted the conversation from the topic of his father and family to his studies and some places that he happened to visit.

 "When we get out, I'll show you the world," Michael suddenly promised, when Adam finished speaking, his eyes flashed blue.

 "I take you at your word," Adam smiled, thinking of something else to tell.

When the Cage finally opens, they are ready to travel.

#supernatural michael x adam milligan #supernatural midam #michael drabble #spn michael #michael spn #michael #adam milligan #adam milligan drabble #supernatural drabble #supernatural

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«Chilling Adventures of Sabrina». Robin Goodfellow/Theo Putnam. Nightmares (18+) (#1)

Warnings: !Detailed rape!

Notes:

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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They're fucking him again. When will it end?

Robin gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength not to scream in pain while Carcosa pounded into him from behind, fucking him dry.

When, when will this torture end?..

Robin tried to think of something else, someone else and Theo immediately came to mind. Theo with his charming embarrassed smile, big eyes and the way he hugged him, Robin… They had recently met, but he liked Theo very much.… But it was he, Robin, who was supposed to lead him to death. Theo was one of three possible victims for the resurrection of the Green Man. Robin swore to himself that he would not let anyone hurt Theo, but for this it was necessary that Theo did not remain innocent, and therefore…

The flow of thoughts was interrupted unexpectedly. Robin whined as he felt the Carcosa coming out of him, but he knew it wasn't over yet.

 "Nagaina, take care of him, I'm going to take a shower. Circe, you can start too," he ordered, leaving the tent.

 "I'm sorry, baby," Circe whispered softly, coming up to him and sitting down next to him.

 "Just... do it already..." Robin asked, grimacing from the wild pain.

Circe looked at him worriedly, but said nothing more, just kissed him on the shoulder, and then came up from the side, kissing him hotly on the lips, then smoothly moving to the neck. Robin breathed more often, and then opened his mouth in a silent scream, feeling a dildo inside him. He missed the moment when Nagaina joined them, coming from behind.

When Carcosa returned, he resumed his place behind Robin, pulling the "dick" out of him, Circe remained in place, and Nagaina settled between his legs.

"Robin... Robin!" as if through cotton wool, the words reached him.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Please let it end! He can't take it anymore!

"Robin!!!"

He woke up abruptly, feeling a chilling horror.

It was a dream. Thank God, it was just a dream... breathing became a little easier.

 "Robin?" Theo asked. №Are you okay? What did you dream of? You were screaming in your sleep." Theo looked at him worriedly.

Robin shivered at the memory and burrowed deeper into the blanket. Theo moved closer, hugging him under the covers, and Robin, rolling over on his side, gently rubbed his nose against his open shoulder.

"Phantasmagoria. I was dreaming of a phantasmagoria," he moved away a little so that he could see Theo's eyes.

 "Will you tell me?" he asked softly.

"I..." he faltered, looking into Theo's eyes, and then sighed heavily, lying back on his back, "when I was little, they paved a road near the forest where we lived," Robin began to tell quietly, stroking Theo on the back in an attempt to calm down, "we, children, we ran all over the forest and often went out to the road, and since we saw it for the first time in our lives, we were wondering what was there. There were five of us. Remember the Moth?" Theo mumbled "uh-huh". "She's been my best friend since childhood, but we only met again when I started riding with Carcosa," Robin shuddered and Theo immediately snuggled up to him, stroking his chest soothingly.

Robin looked up at the ceiling, choosing his words.

 "There were five of us," he repeated. "They noticed us. Two were caught, first me, then the Moth, because she couldn't leave me, the others ran away," he began unconsciously stroking Theo's shoulder and bit his lip. "They took us away from the forest and we began to weaken. Then they understood everything and began to move. Even then they were looking for ways to resurrect their pagan gods and we had to join them willy-nilly. For several years we wandered, "traveled", as they said, and we managed to grow up, by human standards we were of age. But they... Carcosa abused the Moth, took her without her consent and she ran away. She offered me to run away, we didn't know where, but we wanted so much..." there was an old pain in Robin's voice.

"And then?" Theo asked breathlessly, looking at him.

"And then we were noticed. The moth really asked me to save her and I saved her, but I stayed with them because I didn't have time to escape."

 "Didn't you have time?" There was surprise in Theo's voice.

"Yes, I didn't have time. There are special spells that make me...uspowerless," Robin corrected himself. "Then the pagans gave me this name so that I would forget mine," he smiled sadly.

"And your real name..." he drawled, frowning.

 "Puck, but I'm already used to the fact that everyone calls me Robin," he smiled out of the corner of his lips and continued, "after the Moth escaped, Karkosa seemed to break loose". Robin bit his lip and looked at Theo, and then closed his eyes. He frowned, realizing that there was clearly nothing good there, but did not rush to answer. He just pulled himself up a little and gently touched Robin's face with his hand, stroked his forehead, lightly touched his closed eyelids with his finger.

Robin exhaled, then turned his head and, opening his eyes, looked at Theo again.

 "First he abused the Moth, and when she ran away, he started... doing it to me," his voice faltered.

Theo's eyes widened as he finally understood.

 "Did he rape you?" there was genuine horror in his voice.

"Yes," Robin answered quietly, — and it was repeated constantly. When he was in a bad mood and when he was in a good mood, too, or..." he sighed heavily and shook his head, "very often."

 "You didn't try to run away anymore?" Theo asked.

 "I wanted to, but Nagaina was guarding me. She has hundreds or thousands of snake pets, so... they woke her up whenever I managed to slip away and she brought me back, and then Pan... punished me for disobedience," by the end of the sentence, Robin's voice became very quiet.

They lay in silence for a few minutes until Robin continued talking.

"And then he came up with a "wonderful" idea to arrange a threesome".

"What?!"

 "They did it three of them, Pan, Nagaina and Circe," Robin swallowed and closed his eyes. "Circe liked me as a child, so she did it reluctantly and always helped me after. She's always helped me," he smiled slightly. "And Nagaina helped Pan in everything," his smile faded, "so he trusted her when it was necessary to... prepare me for him. And he trusted Circe, of course, but Nagaina more."

Theo was stunned into silence for a few minutes, and then asked:

 "Do you remember when we met?" When Robin nodded, he continued, "after that, they too?.." He didn't have the heart to finish the sentence.

"Yes," Robin whispered, closing his eyes and smiling weakly through the force.

 "Look at me," Theo asked softly after a few moments of oppressive silence.

When Robin did this, he continued:

 "You're not there anymore, Robin, and you're never going back there. They're dead and they won't touch you again, I promise."

 "I know," the guy smiled weakly, "I know, but... they come back to me in dreams, they always come back," he muttered.

Suddenly Theo sat up and turned to him.

 "I will protect you," he said seriously, looking into his eyes, "always. I swear... whatever you want. I will never hurt you and will not let anyone hurt you."

 "I know," tears glistened in Robin's eyes, "thank you, Theo…"

Putnam looked at him for a few seconds, and then kissed him first on the temple, then on the nose and lay back down, hugging Robin tightly.

 "I love you," he whispered, "sleep, I'll be there to protect you from nightmares." If that doesn't work, then I'll figure something out. I promise. Go to sleep."

Robin put his arm around Theo's shoulder and closed his eyes.

As soon as his breathing steadied, Theo grabbed his cell phone and, dimming the brightness of the screen, wrote a message.

Today, 02:56Theo: Robin has nightmares, I need your help 02:56

Brina:I'll be right there03:00

Theo:Would your aunts mind?03:02

Theo:It's night outside03:03

Brina:No03:04

Brina:I'll take Ambrose with me03:06

Brina:A couple more minutes and we're with you03:12

Theo:Thank you03:13

Theo carefully got out of bed and covered Robin well with a blanket so that he would not freeze, and then kissed him on the temple and slipped out into the corridor.

Sabrina and Ambrose were already standing outside the door, yawning desperately.

 "Hi," Theo whispered, quietly opening the door, "come in. Although you could have moved," he looked at his friends uncomprehendingly.

 "We decided not to scare your father," Sabrina smiled as she walked inside. "What happened?" she immediately asked.

 "Robin has a phantasmagoria," Theo said quickly, going into the kitchen so as not to wake anyone, "he has nightmares."

 "For some reason?" the witch clarified.

 "I don't know, everything was fine. And can't they dream just like that?" Theo asked, puzzled.

 "They can, of course," the girl nodded, "but usually they dream because of subconscious fears. Does he have post-traumatic stress disorder? Did something hurt him?" she frowned.

 "Someone," Theo's eyes flashed angrily, "Carcosa, the one who is "The Great God Pan," he literally spat out.

Sabrina exchanged glances with Ambrose.

"What do you mean?" she asked.

***

The loud sound of footsteps made Robin jump up in bed.

 "Theo?" he called softly, looking around the empty room.

 "I'm here, here," Theo said hurriedly, appearing on the threshold.

 "You said you'd be there."

 "I'm here," he confirmed, sitting up on the bed facing Robin, then looked down, then looked up at Robin, and then lowered his eyes again, staring at the bedspread.

"Is something wrong, Theo?" Robin asked, looking at him anxiously.

"I called Sabrina," he blurted out quickly.

 "You... what?" Robin frowned.

 "I called Sabrina because you're having nightmares and I don't know how to help you."

 "And she... she came? Is she here now?"

"Yes," Theo nodded, "she's... they're in the kitchen."

"They"?" Robin's frown deepened.

 "Ambrose came too. They're waiting for you... for us," Theo corrected himself quickly. "I can call them here if you want."

Robin nodded decisively, muttering "wait a bit," and began to dress.

*

 "He's just a bastard," the witch hissed. Her fists were clenching themselves. At the thought of what Robin had gone through, a burning anger boiled up in her. She could barely control herself, but she had to, because her anger wouldn't help the cause.

She took a deep breath and exhaled to calm the storm that was rising in her soul.

 "Sabrina," Ambrose drawled reproachfully.

"What?!" the girl turned to him.

 "Calm down, please. We need to decide how we will help Robin," the guy reminded.

 "I'm almost calm. You can while he's sleeping," Sabrina suggested, "while he's awake, in principle, you can too," the witch shook her head. "I want his permission anyway. These are his memories."

Ambrose sighed heavily.

 "Theo will talk to him now."

A few minutes later Putnam appeared on the threshold of the kitchen.

 "Come on."

The three of them went into Theo's bedroom.

 "Hi," Sabrina smiled weakly, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Ambrose just nodded at him, leaning against the wall.

 "Hi," Robin said softly, "Theo told me what you want to do," he looked at Putnam. He lifted the corners of his lips in a semblance of a smile, but he did not want to smile.

Spellman nodded.

 "Do you really need my permission?" Robin asked.

 "No," the girl shook her head, "but I want to get your permission, and not to help by force."

"OK, I allow it," the guy nodded, "what do I need to do?"

 "Wait, how do you want to do that? I can put you to sleep or you can just close your eyes without falling asleep."

 "I don't know," Robin said after thinking for a few seconds. "How will it be more convenient?"

 "Okay, let's try it in a dream," Sabrina breathed.

***

"Close your eyes."

As soon as Robin obeyed, and also took a deep breath and exhaled, Sabrina said some kind of spell, then folded her palms as if there was a round object inside her. The girl raised her palms to Robin, and then opened them, turning her open palms to the hobgoblin's body, holding her hands in the air above him. Robin squeezed his eyes shut harder when she reached her head, but Sabrina held her hands there longer, and then Robin relaxed.

Sabrina cast the spell again, placing her hands on Robin's forehead and closing her eyes. She stroked his forehead with her thumbs and Theo saw a glow emanating from them that flooded Robin's face.

 "Is this normal?" He asked Ambrose in a whisper.

"Yes, don't worry," he replied softly, and then joined his cousin, moving his hands over Robin's body and pronouncing incomprehensible words. Theo could only watch what was happening.

Ten minutes later, Sabrina asked for a chair in a strained voice and Theo quickly dragged it to her. She sat down, bent over, being very close to Robin's face, and then put her palms to the guy's temples, muttering another spell.

Robin exhaled, and Sabrina pulled away from him and asked for water. Her nose was bleeding.

 "He needs to sleep it off," she finally said when Ambrose finished with the spells, "and everything should be fine."

She smiled at Theo, who still couldn't believe it, as he handed her napkins so she could wipe away the blood.

 "Everything should be fine," she repeated, touching his hand with her own, "if it's not, I'll think of something,we," she squinted at Ambrose, "we'll think of something. If it doesn't work, we won't leave him like this, I promise you," she tightened her grip on his hand.

 "Thanks, Sabrina," Theo sniffed. The girl opened her arms and Theo hugged her tightly, thanking her.

It remained only to wait.

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«Cursed». Nimue/Weeping Monk. Scars (#1)

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

Soulmate!AU, in which a person feels the pain of a soulmate if he causes it to himself. In the same way, a person feels the pain of his soulmate if he himself causes him pain.

AU, in which Nimue does not have a scar on his back from a demonic bear.

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"God…"

Nimue glanced at her back, which was covered with bleeding scars. The girl gritted her teeth, feeling a new blow and continued to count:

 "Thirteen... Fourteen… Fifteen…"

***

 "You are not worthy of a soul mate, my son," Father Carden said importantly, watching the Weeping Monk kneeling in front of the table with a whip in his hands.

 "I am not worthy of a soul mate," the man echoed after him, striking himself with the whip again.

 "Pain will cleanse you, my son," the father smiled, approaching the Monk. He watched him torture himself for a few moments, then nodded to the man.

 "Count to thirty."

***

When the Crying wounded the girl, he felt a sharp pain in his arm, in the same place where Nimue was wounded. The man did not attach any importance to this and wounded the girl in the other hand. She dropped the sword, and the Weeping Monk froze in surprise. His eyes widened.

It can't be...

He doesn't have a soul mate...

Nimue groped for the sword and clutched it with trembling hands. She looked like a cornered animal, however, that was how it was: they met by chance, in a clearing, when Nimue was hurrying to the shelter, and the Weeping One was on his way to meet Father Carden. Nimue's horse was frightened by the sword and reared up, throwing off its rider. She galloped away, and Nimue, falling to the ground, almost immediately jumped to her feet and drew her sword,notready for battle.

 "Will you kill me?" Holding the sword out in front of her like a shield, she asked.

The Weeping Monk shook his head, but Nimue did not believe him, because she personally saw how he killed the inhabitants of her village, hung them and burned them, how he killed her friends and those who helped her, how he killed innocent people. After all, they are not responsible for their origin! It's not their fault they're faeries!

 "I won't kill you, Nimue," her name didn't sound like a threat from his mouth, more like music.

She wanted to ask something, but did not have time: several people from the row of Red Paladins appeared in the clearing. They stopped when they saw the scene unfolding in front of them.

 "The Weeping Monk found the Nimue girl!" whispered loudly in the ranks of the Paladins.

Feeling that he was being watched, the Weeping Monk gritted his teeth, calculating the options for the development of events. If he takes the side of the Brothers now, he will doom the girl to certain death, and if he takes the side of Nimue, they will die together.

The decision was formed in a split second. The brothers didn't expect him to turn his sword against them, not against the fae. Nimue raised her sword and also joined the Weeping Monk, defending herself from the Paladins. It took about a minute and the corpses of some members of the Brotherhood of Red Paladins were already lying on the ground.

Nimue was fighting with a couple of Paladins and the Weeping Monk covered her with himself from the swords of his brothers, directing weapons against them, he managed to mortally wound one, and the second, before he was hit, managed to hook him with a sword.

Nimue looked around, but everything was quiet. The girl looked at the cut on her arm next to the wound that came from Crying and frowned. She was sure that she had not been caught in the heat of battle, but she was not sure about the Weeping Monk.

Nimue looked at the Weeping Monk with surprise, from shock, it seems, forgetting that he was her enemy in general, although he protected her from his brethren. She lowered her sword and came closer, so that she could see his face.

 "What's your name?" She narrowed her eyes.

 "Lancelot," he said, looking into her eyes.

 "Nimue," the girl echoed, looking at his face.

 "The Fairy Queen," he didn't ask, he claimed. Nimue instantly tensed, but nodded, no longer feeling the hostility that had previously emanated from him. Weird…

 "It is," she said shortly.

Nimue lowered her gaze lower.

 "You're hurt," she said. Indeed, there was a deep scarlet cut on his arm, which was not hidden by the wide sleeves of his cloak, from which blood was oozing.

Lancelot shrugged his shoulders, looking at the wound.

 "It always happens," he said quietly, not seeing anything wrong with it.

The girl silently rolled up her sleeve and showed a cut on her arm. Exactly the same and in the same place.

 "I've already figured it out," the Weeping Monk pointed to the wound on Nimue's other hand with a movement of his fingers, and then showed the same wound on his own hand.

They were both silent for a couple of minutes. Nimue didn't know how to ask him about the scars, and was it worth it? But Lancelot understood her confusion and, as soon as the girl opened her mouth, interrupted her:

"Scars are for sins before the Church."

"And what is considered a sin in this case?" Nimue asked frowningly.

"The Church considers it the main sin that you are a fairy," said the Weeping Monk.

"Is killing faeries also a sin? You kill your own kind."

 "Father Carden does not consider it a sin," the Weeping Monk blurted out faster than he had time to think.

 "So are you listening to the Church or Father Carden?"

"I..." he hesitated and fell silent. Nimue frowned.

 "Now you have nothing else to do in the brotherhood, right?"

The Weeping Monk nodded.

"Yes," he looked at her.

 "Do you want to join me?" Unexpectedly, even for herself, the young fairy suggested. She offered and immediately bit her tongue, scolding herself for her haste: Arthur, Gwen and Squirrel probably wouldn't be happy to see Crying in their ranks.

Lancelot studied her face for a moment in silence, noticing such a rapid change of emotions, and replied:

"If your friends don't mind, I would like to join you," he immediately corrected himself, "to you," the Weeping Monk bowed in front of the girl.

Nimue nodded.

 "Get up, Lancelot," when he stood up and looked at her, she continued, "I accept you into my..." she faltered, "squad. But I warn you, if you try to do something to my friends…"

Without letting the girl finish, the Weeping Monk closed his eyes and concentrated. He imagined that the pain was leaving the wounded arm and the wound was healing, that there was no trace of it.

Nimue gasped in amazement when she saw her wound heal right before her eyes. She continued to stare at her hand in amazement from all sides, but the cut was no longer there.

She looked up at the Weeping Monk.

 "I will not harm you or your friends again," Lancelot said firmly, "I give you my word."

It was difficult to believe, incredibly difficult, because throughout his life, the Weeping Monk was the one who terrified the fae, was the one who parents frightened their naughty children. But Nimue was kind and merciful.

"Okay," she nodded, looking at him carefully, "I believe you ".

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«Supernatural». Sam Winchester/Gabriel. Night

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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Gabriel is scared. Every night he dreams of Asmodeus, who is injecting himself with his grace, or dead Michael, reproaching him for leaving or asking for help.

His older brother is covered in blood, looks at him with bloodshot eyes and begs him not to leave and help. Gabriel wants to, but only Michael is in a Cage, where the archangel is not allowed to go.

He tosses on the bed, and then wakes up screaming.

Of course, he usually doesn't need to sleep, but he was too tired and he had very little grace, although she was recovering every hour. With such thoughts, Gabriel went out to the kitchen to drink water in the middle of the night.

*

Dean greets him sullenly in the morning and jokes about "sleepless nights." Gabe laughs back, but the fun goes away immediately. He hasn't had enough sleep since he was pulled out of the clutches of Asmodeus.

Sam looks at him worriedly, but doesn't say anything while Gabriel, out of habit, helps himself to some porridge. Of course, he doesn't have to eat, but he wants to be in the company of hunters and his brother.

Cas immediately realizes that something is wrong with the archangel, frowns, but does not touch him while he eats.

As soon as Gabriel steps out into the hallway, Castiel immediately follows him.

 "Gabriel, what's wrong with you?"

Gabe freezes and turns around.

 "What are you talking about, Cassie?"

 "You're not all right. What happened?"

Him brother talks a little unusual. Gabriel thinks he picked it up from the other inhabitants of the bunker.

 "I didn't get enough sleep," Gabriel decides to tell the truth and yawns widely in confirmation, immediately covering his mouth with his hand, "see?"

Cas nods and Gabe taps him on the shoulder, smiling.

Gabriel reaches his room and lies down on the bed, but does not sleep, only looks at the ceiling, immersed in his thoughts.

So several hours pass. Evening is coming.

Gabriel is just thinking about asking Jack for help when suddenly there is a knock on the door.

 "Can I?" the door opens a crack and Sam's head appears in the opening.

"Come in," Gabriel waves his hand.

Sam walks into the room and looks down at Gabriel.

 "Did you get half an hour's sleep?" Sam asks, looking anxiously into the archangel's eyes.

Gabe slowly nods his head, then squints, thoughtfulness appears in his golden eyes.

 "I don't remember how long I slept," Gabriel admits honestly, looking at Sam, then carefully sits up on the bed.

 "More nightmares?" Sam's got a lot of insight. Gabriel knows that Winchester himself also has nightmares, about Lucifer's torture, about the deaths of people dear to him, about... Gabriel no longer remembers what else Sam told him. The Archangel nods slowly.

 "Do you want me to get you a blanket?" Sam frowns, examining the thin blanket given to the archangel by Dean, because "they don't freeze!".

Gabriel nods, shivering from the cold.

Sam brings him a big warm blanket and wraps him up until he is sure that Gabriel is warm enough. He smiles and heads for the door, wishing Gabriel a good night.

 "Don't go," the sudden plea in the archangel's voice makes Sam stop on the threshold, "stay."

Winchester turns around.

 "Of course, Gabe," he says softly, smiling.

Sam hugs him and that night the nightmares go away.

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«Supernatural». Michael/Adam Milligan, Chuck Shirley/Michael. Father (18+) (the first version of the ending)

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

Warnings: sexual abuse (raped), sex father and son.

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Chuck found them in some cemetery. Adam felt Michael tense up, taking control of his body.

"What happened?" Milligan asked his archangel excitedly.

There was no need for an answer, because at that moment God manifested himself.

 "Michael," he said, "my son."

 "Father" There was no hint of warmth in Michael's voice.

 "Come on, Mikey, you love me," Chuck smiled.

 "I loved you," Michael corrected him, "and you didn't answer me.

 "Why? I've always answered you, son," God narrowed his eyes.

 "And that's why he forgot me in the Cage and didn't answer my prayers," the archangel frowned.

 "Well, you know, the Apocalypse, that's it, I wasn't up to it," Shirley shrugged.

 "And now, then, there is time," Michael pursed his lips, feeling Adam's soul hugging him, comforting him.

He tried to teleport, but realized he couldn't. He was held here by something or someone.

 "I need your help, son," God said softly.

 "Where have you been with this for the past ten years, when I prayed to you every day? There was no hostility in Michael's voice, there was only undisguised bitterness.

 "I wanted to get you out, son, it's true," Chuck continued to say, but Michael knew it was a lie. How many more times has God lied to them in their entire existence? How much did he lie to his creations, children, archangels, angels, not to mention people?

Chuck looked directly at Michael.

 "Help me, son. You already know that the Winchesters are planning to wage war against me. And their brother is with you, so they won't go against you, they cling to the family too much, considering that there are so few of them left."

Until that moment, Adam had hoped that God had somehow not noticed him or simply missed him, but realizing that this was not the case, he turned cold and felt Michael tense up even more.

 "Don't touch him," the archangel's request was ignored. Adam felt his body stiffen and after a few seconds he heard the voice of God.

"Hello, little Adam."

Milligan was very scared. Michael too.

Chuck appeared in their shared consciousness. He looked exactly the same as in reality, except that he was in Adam's head.

"You won't even say hello? Sad," Shirley sighed, shifting his gaze from the frightened Adam to the tense Michael.

 "Father, please go away," Michael said, closing Adam with himself.

"I can't leave without you, son," Chuck replied simply, "I need your help."

 "I don't want to get involved in a war, Father," Michael replied firmly.

"You were made for war," Chuck began to get angry, "you've always been on my side, so prove that you're still your father's son. Prove that you are Michael. Prove that you are still loyal to me."

Shirley held out his hand, offering Michael to choose. Adam felt the vibrations of his archangel, so he snuggled up to him from behind, hugging him.

"No," Milligan mentally addressed him directly, "please, Michael...".

Michael did not answer him, but Adam already realized that he had made his choice.

 "No, Father, I won't get involved in this."

Suddenly Chuck laughed. He lowered his hand and the space around him changed.

"That is, you will go against me for the sake of... what ? For the sake of human?!", he spat out the last word with such hatred that Adam recoiled.

Michael could not calm down while God was here, because subconsciously he felt the danger coming from him and his great power.

Chuck shook his head.

"Well... have it your way," he raised his head and looked intently at Adam, who realized that there was going to be some kind of trick.

When Chuck snapped his fingers, they were back in the cemetery. When Chuck started chanting some spell, Adam was looking right at him. When Chuck, before finishing reading, looked into the eyes of Michael, who stepped forward, both Michael and Adam felt a wild pain that went in waves all over their bodies.

 "No, Father, please!" The archangel shouted, begging him to stop.

"What is he doing?!", Adam asked in a panic.

"He wants to divide us," Michael sounded desperate. He clung to Adam's soul like a drowning man to a straw, just as Adam clung to him, but it didn't help a bit.

"He's stronger. Sorry, Adam.… I love you," Michael managed to whisper before a bright light blinded Adam's soul, forcing him to close his eyes.

"What?! No, Michael!" Adam desperately searched for the soul of the archangel inside himself to detain him, but he knew that she was leaving him at that very moment and he could not prevent it in any way.

"No!" Adam didn't know who was screaming, he or Michael or they were together, but he knew that the archangel didn't have a vessel, so he didn't know where Chuck wanted to put it and it scared him very much.

His deafening scream and maniacal laughter of God thundered like thunder.

Adam knew that God is much more powerful than the archangels because he is their creator, but he never thought that he could tear the archangel from his vessel. For Adam, it sounded just wild — God can tear an archangel from a vessel.

 "Say goodbye to Michael, little Adam. Or should I say little Milligan? Or little Winchester?" God pretended to be thinking, but Adam could not see it, because he was lying with his face buried in the ground and could not find the strength to not only get up, but even raise his head.

 "Archangels cannot leave alive people whom they have made their vessels. It's unthinkable, you're a mistake that I'll fix," he barely managed to finish, snapped his fingers and Adam felt as if he was being torn apart. He screamed, unable to endure this unbearable pain.

Meanwhile, God left, leaving Adam writhing on the ground in pain.

***

They found themselves at the Cage. Shirley moved the archangel inside with just a touch on his shoulder, while he stayed outside.

 "I can kill you with a snap of my fingers, Michael," God chuckled, coming closer.

Michael was silent, trying not to provoke his father into anything.

 "Why are you silent? Answer me, son," God touched the bars of the Cage, easily penetrating inside even without a key. Michael froze in shock.

 "You could have just walked in here..." he whispered.

Chuck smiled contentedly.

 "Sure. And I could get you out too, but this is not your story, your story ended when you got into a Cage and you should not have gotten out of it!" Chuck raised his voice at the last words. "You are not included in this story, you are simply not there! Neither you, nor this Adam," he spat out the name with hatred and burst out laughing.

Michael lowered his head.

***

After regaining consciousness, Adam could not believe that this had actually happened. God took Michael — for what? — and Milligan had no doubt that Chuck would torment Michael, forcing him to join him in the fight against the Winchesters.

Speaking of them…

Adam groped in his pocket for his phone — thank goodness it didn't fall out and wasn't taken away — and found Sam's number in the contacts.

He answered immediately.

"Adam?"

 "Please take me away," only a miracle prevented Adam from becoming hysterical when he heard his brother's voice.

 "Where are you?" keys rattled on the other side of the phone and Dean's alarmed voice was heard "What happened?".

Adam dictated the address.

 "We'll be there in two hours," Dean said into the phone, and then disconnected.

Milligan collapsed to the ground.

***

The brothers arrived even earlier.

"What happened?" Dean jumped out of the car, "are you okay?!"

Adam shook his head.

"Chuck… God took Michael."

"What?!" shock could be read on the faces of both older Winchesters, "how?"

 "Where could he have gone?" Sam asked quickly.

 "I think he went back to the Cage," Adam said after thinking for a couple of minutes.

Sam's eyes widened in fear. He inhaled and exhaled several times to calm down and ask:

 "Are you sure about this?"

 "I think Chuck put Michael back in the Cage," Adam's heart ached painfully at the very thought of it. He's all alone there…

The shock was reflected on Dean and Sam's faces. They exchanged glances.

 "So how do we get there?"

***

 "Nobody needs you but me, Michael," Shirley grinned, coming closer to the Cage.

 "It's not true," the archangel snapped, his wings fluttering weakly behind his back.

"Well, look for yourself," the God said with mock indifference, waving his hand.

It seemed to Michael that the darkness surrounding the Cage had thickened around him.

 "Hello, Michael," a voice was heard from the depths of the Cage, and then its owner came out into the light. Michael shuddered. He looked so much like Adam…

 "You're not Adam," the archangel shook his head.

 "Oh no, I'm Adam," the guy grinned.

He sat down next to him and gently touched his face with his hand, kissing him on the lips after a couple of seconds.

"What are you doing?" he asked breathlessly.

"I love you, and you love me," continuing to kiss him, Adam pulled off his pants, stroking the flesh.

He turned him over on his back, and then climbed on top of the man, turning his back to his face and snapped his fingers. At the same moment, stripes appeared out of the darkness that firmly bound the wrists and legs of the archangel, spreading them in different directions.

 "That's enough!"

"Adam" raised his head, but did not get off Michael, continuing to hold him on the ground.

 "I want it myself," Chuck smiled rapaciously, undressing, "and you can help me a little," he nodded to "Adam." He nodded in response and froze, waiting for instructions.

 "Father, you yourself said it was blasphemous," Michael gasped.

 "It doesn't bother me," the God smiled, climbing on top of him.

The next few days were a real Hell for Michael. No matter how much he begged, begged his Father to stop, he did not stop for a second. The biggest humiliation for him was that his Father forced him to suck him off, although the archangel tried to resist, he was powerless. "Adam" helped God in everything, and Michael began to suspect that this was some kind of angel or demon who took the form of Milligan.

Chuck kissed him wetly on the neck, descending a path of kisses below.

 "You are not needed in heaven, you are not needed on earth, no one needs you except me..." he whispered, scorching the archangel's ear with hot breath.

Michael tried his best not to believe it, but it was getting harder. The worst thing for Michael was the fact that this body betrayed him, responding to the caresses of God and "Adam".

Shirley turned him over on his stomach, although Michael resisted, and began to stretch him.

Feeling the cold fingers inside him, Michael groaned and tried to pull away, but "Adam" held his hands tightly, and God sat on his legs, so he was in a hopeless position.

Then the fingers were replaced by a penis. Michael whimpered.

 "Please, no…"

Chuck ignored him. He continued to hurt him, getting some kind of masochistic pleasure from it.

When God entered him, Michael almost choked with pain. His father hadn't stretched him enough, and now his every move was painful. Michael mumbled.

 "Now you're dirty," God smiled, leaning closer to Michael's ear, "you don't deserve Adam Milligan, he's clean, and you're dirty," Chuck sang to him, "and you need me, just like I need you," he kissed him on the neck, which made the archangel shudder, "this is It wasn't that hard, Michael, was it? I can purify you."

Chuck got off the archangel, turning him over on his back. After a few seconds, his tongue touched the head of his son's penis and he realized that his mind was also leaving him. It hurt and scared him, but it felt good.

 "Please," he whispered breathlessly, completely out of control, "please, hurry up…"

God gladly accelerated and after a few minutes Michael finished with a long moan.

"And now you work," Chuck got up, put his son on his knees, "take him in your mouth."

Michael hesitated.

"Well?!" God shouted.

He did not wait until Michael was mentally ready, but simply took his head and brought it closer to the penis.

 "Father, please..." Michael tried again, but he was no longer listening to him.

 "Open your mouth, Michael," God said deceptively softly.

Michael wanted to object and opened his mouth, but Chuck took advantage of his son's hitch and forcefully planted his head on his penis. Tears began to flow from Michael's eyes: it was too deep and too painful, but he couldn't say anything.

After a few minutes, Michael had already adjusted to the pace of his Father and automatically began to suck his cock.

Chuck groaned contentedly and after a while finished in Michael's mouth.

 "I don't even know what I like better: Is it that I'm finally doing this with you or is it that you're taking the initiative yourself?" God chuckled contentedly. "We'll continue tomorrow."

Michael crawled away and lay still in the corner of the Cage, covering himself with his wings. Black feathers appeared on them.

***

The next day Michael tried to resist, but when God got tired of it, he broke Michael's wings.

He must have felt some special sadistic pleasure, pulling out the feathers one by one or in a bunch at once and breaking the bones of the archangel in sensitive wings.

Michael fell, feeling how wildly his broken wings hurt, feeling every broken bone and plucked feather.

 "You are no longer an archangel, Michael," the Father pronounced these words as a sentence.

Michael lost consciousness from the pain.

 "Well, they also say that archangels endure any pain," Chuck sighed in disappointment, getting out of the Cage outside.

***

Meanwhile, Adam and his brothers went looking for Billy, who was now performing the duties of Death, to get into the Cage. She agreed to help them, but, however, not immediately, she had to be begged.

"OK, I'll help you, but on one condition," Billie finally agreed.

 "Which one?" The three brothers asked in unison.

 "After Michael fully recovers, your soul will go to Heaven, as it should have been a long time ago," Billie turned to Adam.

"Good," Milligan agreed without hesitation.

"What? Adam, no!" the elder Winchester tried to dissuade his brother from such a deal.

 "I have to get him out, Dean," Adam turned to him, "I owe him my life, he saved me more than twice. I have to help him. He didn't deserve it."

 "But you haven't actually had time to live yet!"

 "I love him, Dean, and I know he deserves a normal life, not his father's constant orders. Michael didn't want to get involved in this war, he wanted to live in peace, we wanted to see the world, but Chuck forcibly separated us and took him from me. We had no one in the Cage but each other and he took care of me, just as I took care of him. Lucifer wanted to torture me the same way he tortured Sam's soul, but Michael wouldn't let him do it. He's been protecting me, he's been protecting me all this time, and you're suggesting I leave him?! I can't do this," Adam shook his head, "I can't leave him there knowing that he's suffering because of his father."

 "Adam…"

 "Archangels should not have emotions and feelings, because they are not supposed to, but Michael is more human now than ten years ago. Of course, he has a lot to learn, but he tries to understand people," Adam said without looking at his brother.

 "Adam, you're my brother and I love you, but are you absolutely sure about him? The fact that once he finds himself in a world without you, he will not arrange an apocalypse, like Michael from another universe?"

 "He'll understand me," Milligan smiled.

 "You'll have ten or fifteen minutes," Billie warned, "don't ask for more."

Milligan nodded. If only they could do it…

***

When the brothers were finally able to get to the Cage with Billy's help, which was now a new Death, a terrible picture opened up to their eyes. Michael lay on the floor in a pool of his own blood and a pile of black and white feathers and did not move.

 "No..." Adam gasped, grabbing the bars of the Cage and immediately pulling his hands away, because the bars seemed red—hot, "Michael!" he exclaimed desperately.

Michael shuddered, looking up at Adam.

Meanwhile, the brothers and Billy have entered the Cage. The elders froze a little further away, and Adam came closer to Michael.

 "Please don't touch me, don't touch me anymore," he muttered incessantly.

 "Michael, please, it's me, Adam," Milligan said softly, gently extending his hand to him.

 "It's not you, you can't be here," tears froze in the archangel's eyes.

 "But I'm here, I've come for you."

 "You can't be here, you're clean and bright, and I'm dirty and I belong in a Cage."

Adam shook his head violently.

 "No, Michael, don't say that! Please take my hand and we'll get out of here."

 "I can't, I'm waiting for my Father, he promised that he would soon cleanse me," Adam's eyes widened.

 "Michael, you don't have to wait for him, he'll only hurt you," Adam's face twisted, "please come with me."

 "No, I can't, I don't deserve you, I'm dirty…"

 "Michael, I love you," Milligan looked into his eyes, "please come with me. I won't let anyone hurt you anymore."

"I've fallen, Adam, no one needs me, I'm powerless..." Michael began, but Adam pulled him up by the hand and he stood next to him.

 "I need you, Michael, I really need you," the guy whispered, hugging him, "hold on to me."

They got out of the Cage, teleported and ended up near the bunker.

 "I'll come back later for the payment," Billie nodded.

 "Thank you," Adam replied to her.

She smiled and disappeared.

The Winchesters, Milligan and Michael entered the bunker.

***

A few days passed in a blur. Michael did not react in any way to the brothers' attempts to help him. Sam and Dean sat down to read books, but then Dean got tired of it and went hunting, leaving his brothers in the bunker.

 "He broke him," Adam was shaking his head. He did not climb to the archangel, rightly believing that if he needed his help, he would call him, but to understand that he was coping with this situation alone was painful.

When Dean returned, the Winchesters found the case and left the bunker to air out and distract themselves a little from the problem with Michael. Adam was left alone with the archangel.

Milligan knocked on the door of the archangel's room.

 "Can I come in?"

He opened the door cautiously. Michael was lying on the bed, indifferent to everything. Adam quietly slipped into the room, hesitated for a few seconds, deciding whether he could sit down or stand up, and carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, anxiously peering into the archangel's eyes.

 "Please, Michael, let me help you," Adam said softly, "everything will be fine. Let me in."

 "You don't want to see this," Michael shook his head. Milligan started in surprise. These were the first words the archangel said after he was pulled out of the Cage.

 "Michael…"

 "Not now, please," he said pleadingly. And Adam nodded obediently.

*

 "Did you make a deal with death?"

Michael's voice wasn't surprised, he was scared. Adam turned to him.

 "Michael, I…"

The latter quickly approached him.

"Please tell me you didn't do it," he asked, looking into the guy's eyes.

 "I... did it," Adam gasped.

"Why?"

"She helped us get you out."

 "Okay, so what did she ask for in exchange for my freedom?" Michael asked impatiently.

Adam said nothing.

 "Adam, tell me," Michael squinted suspiciously.

 "My soul," Milligan said softly, without looking up at the elder archangel.

Michael groaned.

 "Adam, why? You understand that this is too high a price to pay for my salvation. You have to live…"

"No!" Adam shook his head violently. "Don't say that. I'm willing to do anything for you."

 "But the price…"

 "You've saved my life countless times, Michael, risking yourself and your powers. It's time for me to repay you in kind," Adam said firmly, squeezing Michael's hand in his.

Suddenly Michael frowned.

"A few weeks ago you asked to be let in. Do you still want it?" Looking closely at Milligan's face, he asked.

"Yes," Adam said confidently.

Michael smiled bitterly and asked:

 "Will you let me in?"

Adam had one answer to that.

The same as always.

Yes.

***

As soon as Michael was inside Adam's mind, Adam immediately asked:

 "Do you want to show me something?"

Instead of answering, Michael put his fingers against Adam's temples and Adam choked on the feelings and emotions that suddenly fell on him.

*

 "You could have just walked in here…"

"...your story ended when you got into a Cage and you should not have gotten out of it! You are not included in this story, you are simply not there!.."

 "Please, no…"

 "You are not needed in heaven, you are not needed on earth, no one needs you except me..."

 "Now you're dirty, you don't deserve Adam Milligan, he's clean, and you're dirty, and you need me, just like I need you. this is It wasn't that hard, Michael, was it? I can purify you."

*

For the first couple of seconds after the visions disappeared, Adam blinked dumbfounded, trying to make sense of what he had just seen.

 "Now you've seen everything," Michael's lips curled into a kind of grin, he even moved away from the man a couple of steps.

Adam's heart sank.

 "I'm so sorry, Michael..." he whispered softly.

Several seconds passed in agonizing silence before Milligan asked:

 "Can I give you a hug?"

Mikhail raised his eyebrows, looked at Adam for a couple of moments, and then slowly nodded.

 "I shouldn't have let him separate us, I'm sorry, Michael, I love you, I'm sorry..." Adam whispered incessantly, gently hugging Michael.

 "You couldn't have stopped him," he shook his head, "it's not your fault," he ruffled Milligan's hair and lifted the corner of his lips in a semblance of a smile.

 "I love you," Adam walked around him and buried his face in the man's shoulder blades somewhere.

 "I love you too," his gaze softened, Michael smiled and hugged Adam back.

***

 "What were the terms of your deal with Death?" Michael asked, putting things in a closet in his room in the bunker. He still continued to use the young John Winchester, whom he had pulled out of 1978 as a vessel.

 "When you fully come to your senses, my soul will go to Heaven, as it should have been a long time ago," Milligan repeated Billy's words.

Michael dropped everything he was holding.

 "Adam…"

He carefully walked around the bed and sat down next to his vessel.

"You can't leave," Michael pleaded, taking Adam's hand in his.

 "Michael, this is a deal with Death," Adam frowned, "and she's already done her part: she got you out of the Cage."

 "But you can't leave me," Michael looked at Milligan hopefully.

 "I love you too," Adam whispered tenderly, gently kissing the man.

***

Billie came in three days later.

Adam got out of bed with the thought that he was going to die today. But there was no fear, there was only regret that he would not be able to show Michael the whole world, as they dreamed.

 "You can't take him away from me," to Adam's surprise, Billie was already here and talking to her…

 "Michael..." Adam said.

"Take it better than me!" Michael suddenly suggested, looking back at the guy. Adam stared at him.

"No!" Milligan immediately argued.

The scythe of Death was already uncovered and Billie was just waiting for the end of their argument.

 "According to the contract, I take one life," she reminded.

"And it will be me," Adam nodded.

 "No," Michael interrupted immediately.

 "Maybe we won't wake everyone up, but just go outside?" Death suggested quite peacefully. Michael and Adam silently left the bunker, Billie followed them, holding a scythe in her hands.

It was raining heavily outside, almost a downpour. Adam and Michael froze in place, but then moved a few steps away from the bunker.

 "I made a deal with Death, so I have to pay, I have to be responsible for my actions!" Milligan exclaimed, waving his arms.

 "But I can't let you die, Adam. Have you thought about what my life will be like without you? We wanted to see the world together, and now what?"

 "And now you're going to do it without me."

 "I can't do it like that," Michael shook his head.

He thought for a couple of seconds, then a sparkle appeared in his eyes. He nodded to himself, then looked sideways at Billy. She nodded.

Mikhail bent down to Adam's face and greedily kissed him on the lips, as if putting all his love, regret and... it seems that he was saying goodbye to Adam. Adam just pushed those thoughts away.

Milligan wrapped his arms around his neck, pulling him even closer to him, tears rolling down his cheeks.

 "I love you," Michael whispered, pulling away from him and smiling.

Adam barely had time to whisper an answering confession when a bright blue flash flashed. Milligan covered his eyes with his hands, and when it went out he looked around.

"No!!!"

He fell to his knees, sobbing and stretching out his hands to Michael lying on the ground, thick dark blood was flowing from a wound on his stomach, and grace was leaving from a cut throat.

 "Michael, please, no, no, no..." he whispered in panic, clutching the terrible wound with his hands.

He turned to Billy.

 "You can revive him, right? Please…"

She shook her head.

 "No, Adam, and I'm sorry.…"

 "You can revive him, can't you?!"

 "It's the price of the deal, Adam, and he's made his choice. He wanted to die for you."

 "But he shouldn't have died! It should have been me!"

 "Sorry, kid."

Billie left, leaving him alone.

But he won't just give up. After all, he's half a Winchester.

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«Teen Wolf». Scott McCall/Allison Argent, Stiles Stilinski/Lydia Martin, Allison Argent/Isaac Lahey (Halloween)

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

___

How different couples celebrated Halloween:

Scallison:

 "Be afraid!"

 "Scott, I've known for a long time that you're a werewolf," Allison grinned, adjusting the cape on her shoulders, "you won't scare me with this," the girl turned to her beloved.

Scott was stunned.

A real witch was looking at him. The skillfully applied makeup accentuated Argent's facial features favorably, and the dress that the girl chose made her slim (although she is so slim) and very, very beautiful.

Allison was waiting for at least some reaction from the guy to his transformation.

"Well?.." she drawled, waiting for McCall to say something about her image for the party.

 "You will be the most beautiful witch at this holiday," the guy pulled a lock of hair from the huntress's face a little to the side and gently kissed the girl.

(Scott chose a werewolf costume for himself. And everyone thought it was really a costume, although, in fact, it was the real essence of the guy).

Stydia:

The couple was in the Stilinski family's house and was going to Lydia's house, where almost everything was ready (except, perhaps, a few salads), only Lydia herself was not there.

"Well, who will you be?" Stilinski asked his mate, looking at how she was trying in vain to fasten the zipper on the back of the dress on her own. The dress was black and very suitable for the girl.

 "A cat," Martin panted, still struggling with the unyielding fastener.

Stiles shook his head with a smile and, sighing, went to the redhead with the firm intention of helping her with the outfit.

Lydia froze, feeling the guy's hands on her waist.

Meanwhile, Stilinski carefully zipped up the dress and turned Lydia around to face him.

Lydia smiled, picked up the mask from the table and put it on.

"Well, how do you like me?" she moved away from the guy, went to the mirror and twirled a little in front of him. The sheriff's son came up behind her.

 "I think you're beautiful," he turned Martin around to face him again and, lifting her chin, gently kissed her on the lips.

The girl smiled through the kiss and, closing her eyes, answered the guy.

When Stiles pulled away from the redhead, she quickly threw a black jacket over her dress and, leaving the Stilinski house, went to the jeep. Scott's best friend followed her into the jeep, not forgetting to lock the door behind him, since his father was not at home.

Allisaac:

Isaac quietly crept up to Allie and suddenly hugged her. The girl dressed in a vampire costume shuddered.

 "Isaac?!"

 "Uh—huh," the guy mumbled, burying his face in his girlfriend's hair. He was also dressed in a vampire costume (or rather, Count Dracula).

She smiled faintly and asked:

 "Are you ready yet?"

 "No," the guy groaned, "not yet," he added after a few seconds.

He quickly kissed the girl on the cheek and left, throwing her "go without me, I'll come myself in a while."

Allie was upset, but tried not to show it.

 "Okay," the girl shouted after the guy.

She packed up and went to Lydia's house.

***

The party had been going on for about half an hour when Lahey finally arrived.

He entered the house and quickly walked into the backyard, where Martin's party was taking place.

The guy asked Lydia, Stiles and Scott, who was also here, where Allison was, but they didn't know where the girl was now. Then Lahey Jr. began to worry a lot about his girlfriend.

He went all over the yard, but did not find Argent. Curly went into the house, hoping to find the black-haired one somewhere there.

The Huntress was in the living room. Brown-eyed calmly cut the salad at the request of a friend.

"What are you doing here, Allie?" Isaac asked, coming up behind her and hugging her.

The girl shuddered.

 "Oh, my God, it's you!" She breathed a sigh of relief, turning around.

 "Were you expecting someone else?" Lahey raised an eyebrow, looking at her a little mockingly.

 "Of course not, what's the question?" Allison was amazed, moving closer to the guy.

He did not wait long and eagerly began to kiss her face, lips. The girl did not have time to respond to the guy's kisses.

After a while, they finally broke away from each other.

"What was it?" Allison asked with a smile, a little out of breath, as if after a long run.

Isaac also smiled and, pulling the girl to him, kissed her on the forehead.

 "I just love you very much.…"

#teen wolf #teen wolf drabble #scott mccall x allison argent #scott mccall drabble #scott mccall #allison argent drabble #allison argent #scallison #allison argent x isaac lahey #allisaac #isaac lahey drabble #isaac lahey #stiles stilinski x lydia martin #stiles stilinski drabble #stiles stilinski #lydia martin drabble #lydia martin #stydia

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«Teen Wolf». Isaac Lahey/Allison Argent. Allison's birthday

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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Allison woke up early in the morning and did not immediately realize why the whole room was decorated with colorful balloons, and there were Argent's favorite flowers in a vase near her bed.

And then she remembered that today was her birthday.

The girl with a smile on her face got up and first went to wash, and then she changed into a beautiful T-shirt and put on jeans.

Descending from the second floor of the house, Argent went to the kitchen, where Isaac was waiting for her.

 "Happy birthday, Allie," Lahey said with a little smile and tenderness.

 "Thank you," Allison replied and kissed the guy on the lips.

***

All day the young people walked around the city and had fun.

During the day, many more people congratulated Allison: Scott, Stiles, Lydia, even Derek and Peter congratulated the huntress.

***

It was late in the evening when the guy and the girl finally came home.

 "It was the best birthday," the girl said with a happy smile, taking off her shoes, going into the bedroom and plopping down on the bed.

Lahey Jr. also lay down next to the girl.

 "Are you happy?" Isaac asked his beloved.

"Yes, of course!" The black—haired woman replied, sitting up in bed.

Isaac sat down next to her and hugged the girl, nuzzling her shoulder, and then pulled away and looked into her eyes.

"Did I deserve my kiss for that?" Lahey asked, narrowing his eyes a little.

"For this you deserve a lot more kisses," the girl replied, slowly leaned over to the guy and gently kissed him…

#teen wolf drabble #teen wolf #allison argent x isaac lahey #allisaac #allison argent #allison argent drabble #isaac lahey #isaac lahey drabble

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«Teen Wolf». Stiles Stilinski/Lydia Martin. Pregnancy

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

Warnings: suicide is mentioned, but it doesn't happen.

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When Lydia informed Stiles that she was pregnant, he was so stunned that he left the house without telling the girl anything.

Lydia decided not to get upset yet and wait for the guy. She busied herself with housework and previously unfinished household chores, trying to distract herself from her thoughts.

***

"Hello, Scott," leaving the house, Stiles dialed a friend's number, "I need your advice…"

***

"And you just left like that and didn't say anything?"

They had been sitting at the bar for several hours, and Stiles was drinking, him think, the third or fourth glass.

"Yes, Scott," having drained another glass, the guy said, "yes, I just left and didn't say anything."

McCall clutched his head.

 "You're a moron," he told his friend.

He was indignant:

 "Why is that?!"

The werewolf took the guy by the shoulders and shook him a little.

"How can you not understand? She could kill herself, right…"

It took several seconds before Stiles heard his friend's words…

***

"Lydia!"

The redhead woke up to loud voices anxiously shouting her name. She looked sleepily at the two guys who broke into the house through her narrowed eyelids.

Stilinski whirled around the room and knelt down in front of the bed where the first beauty of the school was sleeping.

He started muttering something and kissing her hands.

Martin frowned, trying to make out something from the guy's incoherent speech.

"What are you talking about, Stiles?" a little hoarse from sleep, she said in a voice.

At that moment, both guys started talking at the same time, sometimes interrupting each other, and the green-eyed one still didn't understand anything.

She closed her eyes wearily.

 "Forgive me, Lydia," Stilinski suddenly said almost clearly, still holding the girl's hand, "I love you and..." his voice trembled a little, "and I love him, or her, and I won't leave you.

Martin opened her eyes and frowned in disbelief, looking at her husband, who looked so happy, as if he had just won a lot of money.

 "Are you serious right now?"

He nodded calmly.

"Absolutely."

Then the girl turned to the werewolf:

 "Scott, go home, Allison is waiting for you there," she told the guy.

He smiled and nodded:

 "See you soon!" he said goodbye and left, closing the door behind him.

 "Well..." Lydia smiled and moved a little, "come here."

Stiles undressed and climbed into bed and repeated:

 "I love you and I love him, or her, and I won't leave you."

***

And in the morning, the sheriff's son did not renounce his words…

#teen wolf #teen wolf drabble #stiles stilinski x lydia martin #lydia martin drabble #lydia martin #stiles stilinski drabble #stiles stilinski #stydia #scott mccall

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«Teen Wolf». Stiles Stilinski/Lydia Martin. Marriage

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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It's finally going to happen!

In a few minutes, Stiles will finally be able to officially call Lydia his wife.

***

When Stiles first proposed to Lydia, they were in the fourth grade and the girl, of course, did not take his words seriously.

Now they were standing together at the altar: Lydia in a classic white bride's dress, with a bouquet in her hands and a veil on her head, and Stilinski in a strict, pressed suit.

***

"Do you agree, Mieczyslaw Stilinski, to take Lydia Martin as your lawful wife?" The priest asked, looking at the black—haired man.

"Yes," said Styles, smiling from ear to ear.

 "Do you agree, Lydia Martin, to take Mieczyslaw Stilinski as your lawful husband?" The man asked again, shifting his gaze to the bride.

"Yes," the girl answered confidently.

After these words, the priest asked to sign the document and concluded the ceremony by announcing that Lydia and Stiles were now officially husband and wife and said that the groom could already kiss the bride, although she was already officially his wife.

The guy did it with pleasure.

***

Stiles Stilinski's "ten-year plan" to capture Lydia Martin's heart could now be called a success with full confidence.

#teen wolf #teen wolf drabble #stiles stilinski x lydia martin #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski drabble #lydia martin #lydia martin drabble #stydia

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«Teen Wolf». Scott McCall/Allison Argent, Stiles Stilinski/Lydia Martin. Marriage proposals

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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Scott was very worried before this day. The guy has prepared a speech in advance, but if something suddenly goes wrong, he will most likely embarrass himself in front of everyone.

McCall arrived at the restaurant almost at the same time as Stiles and the two of them immediately began to check whether everything was ready for the upcoming event.

Lydia and Allison soon arrived there as well.

When the girls got out of the car and, closing it, headed for the entrance to the restaurant, Stilinski, standing at the window, signaled to Scott. He nodded and only then the sheriff's son moved away from the window.

Martin and Argent entered the restaurant.

"Hi," Lydia drawled, and Allison smiled.

"Hi," the admiring guys answered, because the girls were insanely beautiful: Lydia was dressed in a green dress, and Allison in blue, they also wore jewelry, shoes and makeup to match the color of the dresses.

Remembering that they were gentlemen after all, Stilinski and McCall froze and hurried to push the chairs back to the lovers and help them sit down. Former classmates gratefully accepted this help. Then the guys sat down.

***

Couples in love have already finished dinner and the guys took the floor. They approached the girls.

"Dear Allison," Scott began, "we've known each other for a long time and I'd like to ask you," he pulled something out of his pocket and suddenly got down on one knee in front of Argent.

"Dear Lydia," Stiles picked up, "we've known each other even longer, since the first grade, and I would also like to ask you," the guy followed his friend's example and also got down on one knee, holding something in his hand.

"Will you marry me?" at the same time, the guys asked, opening their hands and opening the velvet boxes in which the rings were lying.

For a few seconds, the girls froze in surprise, and then pressed their palms to their mouths and smiled broadly.

"Yes!!!" Argent and Martin answered the question at the same time as Scott and Stiles.

After these words, the guys got up and put rings on their beloved fingers, and then involved their brides in kisses.

#teen wolf #teen wolf drabble #scott mccall drabble #scott mccall #scott mccall x allison argent #drabble #allison argent #allison argent drabble #scallison #stydia #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinski x lydia martin #stiles stilinski drabble #lydia martin #lydia martin drabble

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«Teen Wolf». Allison Argent/Scott McCall, Isaac Lahey/Allison Argent. Protection

And what if Allison wanted to protect Scott from Gerard and the rest of the hunters and therefore decided to break up with him, and Scott, not understanding the situation, would have kicked her out altogether (I mean, from their house)?

I have nothing against Scott, it just happened like that.

Notes:

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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"Scott..." Allison's voice didn't sound very confident, but she had to do it.

"What happened?" the guy looked at his girlfriend with concern.

Argent took a deep breath, exhaled, and blurted out:

"Scott, we need to break up."

To say that the werewolf was in shock is to say nothing.

"And where did you get that from?" McCall asked outwardly calmly, although there was a struggle going on inside him right now between his wolfish, very possessive essence and the human one, which was also possessive, but not as much as the wolf's side.

The girl lowered her gaze and shrugged her shoulders:

"We just need to break up…"

Measuring the girl with a heavy look, the guy silently pointed to the door. That is, he did not ask his beloved why she decided so, but simply kicked her out.

***

That's exactly why at the moment the girl was walking down the street, practically without things.

The night could not hide the tears of the young huntress and she, not fearing that anyone would hear her, burst into tears out loud.

She really loved Scott very much, but circumstances did not allow them to stay together...

"Allison?" suddenly there was a voice behind her, and, turning around, she met Isaac's gaze.

She couldn't say a word, she was still choking on sobs and tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"My God, Allison!" Lahey quickly approached the girl and wiped the tears from her cheeks, and then gently hugged her.

Suddenly Allison did something she didn't expect from herself: she sobbed and leaned into his arms, still crying.

Lahey Jr. stroked the girl's back and head, whispering softly: "Everything will be fine, do you hear? Everything will be fine... Shhh...".

Argent closed her eyes and gasped. She wanted to pull away from the guy, but he only pressed her closer to him.

"Isaac, let go," the girl said in a voice trembling with tears.

Lahey shook his head.

"Now you need to calm down, "he said, "let's go to my house?" the young man suddenly suggested, carefully examining the tearful huntress, "you calm down, drink tea."

The girl hesitated for a few seconds, and then nodded uncertainly and whispered:

"Good…"

***

Isaac's house was a little uncomfortable, but Allison quickly got used to such an environment and after half an hour felt quite comfortable.

Isaac brewed her some soothing tea and the girl, thanking the guy, drank this drink.

Argent herself did not notice how she fell asleep.

***

Allison woke up in the morning because the sun was shining directly into her face.

The girl, squinting, sat up on the bed and remembered yesterday. It seems that she once again quarreled with Scott, and then left home and met…

Isaac.

Argent frowned, trying to comprehend the scale of the impending disaster if McCall found out that she had spent the night at Lahey's house.

Speaking of which, where is he?

Allison got up, fortunately, she was in her clothes, since yesterday she only had enough strength to change into the clothes that the owner of the house gave her. The black-haired woman was wearing a large men's (or rather, youth) T-shirt and sweatpants almost to the floor.

The younger Argent made the bed and left the room, simultaneously tying her hair into a ponytail.

Isaac was standing at the stove in the kitchen.

The huntress froze on the threshold of the kitchen, examining the guy.

Isaac noticed her presence, or rather, smelled it and, grinning, turned to his classmate.

"Where is "Good Morning"?" the guy asked, desperately trying not to laugh.

Allison blushed.

"Good morning," she muttered.

Isaac couldn't stand it and still burst out laughing.

Argent pouted and silently walked to the table.

On one side of it were scrambled eggs, bread and milk.

Allie also silently sat down at the side free from food and drink.

Isaac put scrambled eggs, bread and tea on the table in front of the girl, and then he sat down opposite her and began to devour the food on both cheeks.

Argent just stared at him for a couple of seconds, and then she started eating breakfast herself.

***

After the young people had breakfast, they unanimously decided to watch TV.

When they were comfortably settled on the couch, Lahey turned on some kind of program and began to watch it with interest, and Allison, who was sitting next to the guy, first also watched it, and then, unnoticed by herself, fell asleep. The younger Lahey just grinned and lightly kissed the girl on the temple.

This time the black-haired woman woke up after lunch, because someone was banging on the door and threatening to knock her out.

Isaac, who also seemed to have just woken up, didn't quite understand who needed him or Allison.

When the guy and the girl, without collusion, went out into the corridor and opened the door, an evil Scott appeared to their eyes.

***

"Why did you leave me?" McCall shouted at the girl, who was now sure that it was because of Isaac.

"Yes, because my grandfather said that he would hunt you together with others, find you and kill you!" The huntress shouted in response.

Scott didn't believe the girl and went to deal with Lahey.

***

"Scott! Stop it now!" Allie shouted at her boyfriend, who, without any proceedings, had pinned Isaac to the wall and was now growling at him.

Scott turned in the direction of the huntress and growled:

"Don't interfere!" his eyes flashed scarlet.

Isaac is sick of it:

"Don't talk to her like that!"

McCall's patience was snapped. With a loud growl, he threw the Leahy to the opposite wall, or rather, right into it, and he slowly but surely stepped on Argent.

The huntress backed away until her back hit the wall.

The alpha hovered over her and growled furiously, and then grabbed her hand very hard, not worrying about whether it hurt the girl.

Argent was so hurt that tears involuntarily sprang from her eyes.

Isaac could not watch in silence as his beloved was humiliated in this way. With a quiet but menacing growl, he moved towards Alpha and, as a result, Scott left this house.

"How are you?" Curly asked first of all, returning to the girl.

"Everything is fine, you have nothing to worry about," Allison smiled back at him.

"Does it hurt much?" Isaac asked solicitously.

"Not really," Allie replied quietly.

"Let's go to the hospital," the guy suggested.

The black-haired woman shook her head negatively.

"It's not worth it, really," the huntress tried to convince the guy that she was fine, but it seems he didn't believe her.

***

Isaac finally persuaded Argent to go to the hospital.

She was X-rayed, and it showed that the girl had several cracks in her arm. Also, without an X-ray, several huge bruises were visible on the arm, which remained from the fact that Scott grabbed the girl's hand very hard.

***

Allison did not return to McCall, although he went for a very long time and apologized. As a result, Scott found a new girlfriend and was very happy with her, and Allie stayed with Isaac.

Someday, when they have children, Allison will definitely tell them how their mother got together with their father.

In the meantime, they have time to enjoy each other.

They still have a lot of time...

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«IZombie». Liv Moore/Drake Holloway. Zombie (#1)

Notes:

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

Written based on season 2, episode 19 of "Salivation Army"

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Drake.

No-no-no…

It can't be him…

It just can't be!

Liv stepped forward, lowering the gun. She would have recognized him from a thousand thousand zombies, even with white hair, but itcan't be him!

Not him.

 "Drake!"

At first he didn't even turn around. Until she called him louder, or did he smell the brains? Moore didn't know, and there was no time to think: it was necessary to try to get Drake back.

But no matter how much Liv tried to reach him, Drake didn't react. The only thing he was reacting to was the smell of fresh brains behind a wall of glass, and Liv knew it perfectly well.

Liv didn't want to believe that Drake —her Drake— had become a brainless zombie.

He might not have told her the whole truth about himself (in particular, that he was undercover in the police), but he loved her, and she loved him. She didn't care about secrets, as long as he came back to her.

But everything went awry. When he and another zombie got out of the cell(only later Liv realized that it was not an accident, but a deliberate decision of Vaughn Du Clark)and attacked Clive, trying to eat his brains, Liv shot him.

Liv shot him...

The girl still hoped that he was alive, she shot him in the head and knew that after such a zombie does not survive, but still continued to hope.

As they say, hope dies last.

She lost a loved one again...

How would she look into his mother's eyes… Mrs. Holloway was still sure that he was on an undercover mission and he had no way to get in touch with her.

Moore knelt down next to Drake's corpse and touched his back.

"Liv, do you hear the smell?" Clive asked suddenly. "Some kind of gas. We need to get out."

"Go away," Liv's voice was full of tears, she only looked up at her partner for a moment, but then looked back at Drake's body.

"The stairs are out there somewhere," she heard Floyd Baracus say.

"Liv, let the brain own you, you are a soldier, you were trained for this," Babineaux said.

Moore looked at Clive and made a decision. They're leaving. Together.

#izombie #izombie drabble #drabble #drake holloway #olivia moore #liv moore #dravia #olake #driv

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«Supernatural». Adam Milligan/Michael, is mentioned Sam Winchester/Gabriel and Dean Winchester/Castiel. The Winchester Brothers

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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When Sam called them to the bunker for some celebration, Adam was confused. Michael felt the discord in his feelings inside him and cautiously asked:

"Don't you want to go?".

 "I'm nobody to them," Adam frowned, "they left me in a Cage for ten damn years, they left us!" Milligan's voice was filled with strength, anger from injustice rang in it.

"Life is never fair", Michael chuckled softly, remembering what his brother and the Winchesters had told about his Father. But he had been praying to him for several (tens, if not hundreds) of years, asking — begging — to get them out of the Cage. Then he lost all hope of his salvation and began to ask for salvation only for Adam. But his father didn't hear him…

At first, even after Sam and Lucifer left, Michael did not pay attention to Adam, who behaved very quietly, realizing that he was stuck here forever. But gradually, in order not to go crazy, Adam began to talk to the archangel, who did not answer him, busy with prayers. At first, Michael sat at this activity all the time — after all, what could you do in a Cage in which there was, in fact, nothing but darkness? — but not finding a response, I began to despair. His despair was expressed in the fact that he kicked the walls of the Cage, broke his hands in blood, trying to find a way out, and when, finally, Michael broke down, he began to cry. For the first time in his life, the elder archangel cried in despair. But never—never—did he hurt Adam. The archangel could not harm someone who trusted him, trusted his soul and body.

Michael emerged from the sad memories only when Adam called out to him louder.

 "Michael!"

"What were you talking about?".

 "Shall we go?"

Adam's fingers were drumming on the table, and he didn't seem to notice it. Michael was smiling.

Adam already knew the answer.

*

Flashback:

 "We'll get out of here," Milligan said with conviction, squeezing the archangel's hand in his.

Michael gently ran the finger of his other hand over Adam's palm. He understood that Adam was trying to cheer him up and was very, very grateful for it, but he no longer believed that they would ever get out of here.

Adam leaned against Michael shoulder and closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. He himself was on the verge of despair, but he understood that Michael needed his help in order not to go crazy.

"Everything will be fine," Milligan said quietly.

Michael suppressed the urge to laugh. People have always believed in the best, even when the situation was hopeless, like, for example, now. Michael knew that Adam himself could hardly believe in his words, but he allowed himself to believe in them at least for a while. For a brief moment, he felt better.

End Flashback.

*

Flashback:

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can leave at any time," Sam seemed to feel out of place, however, Milligan could not see him: they were talking on the phone.

Adam-Michael listened attentively to him, and then grinned.

 "Don't worry about it."

Mentally finished:

"We will decide for ourselves if we need to leave".

They both agreed with this idea.

End Flashback.

***

When Dean saw them, he froze at first, and then smiled and hugged Adam. He has already begun to forget that he is a Winchester for some part. Milligan slapped his brother on the back several times, smiled and pulled away. They exchanged a few words, and then Sam appeared. The latter also hugged him, and then they walked together to the table. Adam ate almost nothing, the brothers frowned, but tried not to show that it bothered them.

The brothers told about their hunting, and Adam told about their travels around the world with Michael. Sometimes they talked together: Adam recalled some detail, and Michael immediately voiced it, or vice versa, Michael recalled, and Adam repeated it aloud.

About half an hour later, more people came. Dean and Sam immediately introduced them to each other. Mary Winchester, Bobby Singer, Charlie Bradbury, Kevin Tran, Castiel, Jack Kline — Michael already knew that this was his nephew, Lucifer's son, and could not say that he did not have a biased attitude towards him, but when they met and talked a little, the archangel could no longer say that he's pure evil—and a few other people.

Adam had already managed to wind himself up about Mary — he knew that she was the mother of his brothers, but did not know how she would react to him — the fruit of her husband's affair with Kate Milligan. Michael calmed him down, saying that she was a wise woman and probably realized it even then, maybe John himself told her about the affair, or maybe it was the Winchester brothers.

To Adam's surprise, Mary Winchester treated him warmly, gave him a motherly hug and did not show any anger, disappointment, or other feelings that he expected from her. He was even embarrassed because he thought so badly about this woman, and she turned out to be not what he imagined her to be.

When everyone sat down at the table and immediately started talking, Adam felt superfluous. Almost everyone here — if not all — were hunters and, naturally, the conversation first turned to hunting. Then Charlie sat down next to Milligan, as there was an empty seat next to him. Bradbury started a conversation with him and Adam was relieved to pick him up, he felt at ease with this girl. Charlie was very smart (and, of course, she knew that Michael was sitting inside Adam).

They started talking about what happened after they fell into the Cage. Adam listened with genuine interest, as did Michael. They learned that Eve, leviathans, angels who fell from heaven, Darkness visited the earth…

"Awesome...".

Michael smiled, although he was also somewhat shocked by this information, since the Winchesters told about it without details.

"It seems that we have been in a Cage not for ten years, but much more, since so many monsters have visited the earth...".

Adam silently agreed with him.

Fortunately, Charlie had the tact not to be interested in what was with them in the Cage.

Then Cas came up to them and greeted Adam and his brother. Adam remembered that Michael had told about the affections of angels and archangels, and in particular Michael himself. Michael was attached only to his brothers, and especially to his younger brother Lucifer. The Archangel exchanged a few words with Castiel, and then he was distracted by Charlie, who chatted about everything that came into her head.

Michael suddenly remembered how he threw his brother into a Cage, how he begged not to do this, but Michael was an obedient son, he obeyed God's orders, and therefore, when he received a direct order from him to imprison the rebellious archangel in a cage that God created in a special place for him — Hell, he also obeyed and he fulfilled the will of the Lord.

"You know it was right to some extent".

Adam tried to calm the archangel, but he — for the umpteenth time — began to reproach himself for having listened to his father right away, and did not even bother to listen to his brother.

Now Michael fully understood Lucifer's feelings — when he was betrayed by his Father, whom he loved, and by his older brother, whom he also loved very much — and this only made it more bitter.

"Answer Charlie," Milligan interrupted his train of thought.

Michael stared at the girl in disbelief, waiting for some kind of answer from him. Carried away by his thoughts, he did not notice that he was asked something.

"And what was the question?", he cautiously asked Adam.

"Did you have time to check out "Star Wars" and did you like them? It seems like she was talking so fast that this is the only thing I managed to remember. I think she was talking about her favorite characters from these films," Adam smiled tightly.

"Mmm... no, I haven't watched "Star Wars" yet," the elder archangel smiled.

Bradbury stared at Adam in utter amazement.

"You have to see them! These are cult films!" She exclaimed with conviction.

Michael just nodded his head, ignoring most of what Charlie said next, as she began to paint all the charms of these films.

 "Haven't you both watched them?" Charlie asked again.

Adam's eyes flashed blue and he answered:

"I didn't watch, because I simply had no time, I studied in medical school," the memories made Adam experience a dull longing for his mother, "and Michael was too busy, so yes, we both didn't watch them," Milligan smiled only with the corners of his lips.

Michael allowed only two beings in his life to call himself "Michael"— Lucifer and Adam. To everyone else, he was either Mikhail or the Leader of the Heavenly Host.

Charlie continued to chatter, but neither Michael nor Adam paid any more attention to her.

After the holiday, when everyone started to disperse, Adam asked a question:

 "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere far away", was the laconic answer.

Dean and Sam finally invited them to come whenever they wanted. Adam-Michael agreed and moved quickly until they started talking about Adam being their brother, they shouldn't have left him in a Cage and blah blah blah…

Adam knew it himself.

On the one hand, it was a shame that the brothers did not pull him out of the Cage.

On the other hand, at first they did not know that he was still alive and thought that their brother had gone to Heaven.

"You're trying to justify them".

Adam saw no point in denying it.

"Yes."

They ended up in one of the archangel's houses, of which he had many all over the world.

 "I need a drink, but I won't," Milligan muttered, pouring himself some juice and gulping it down.

Michael once told him that drinking alcohol brings the archangel closer to falling. And it does not matter who drinks it — the archangel himself or the person in whose body he moved (however, the archangels did not leave the souls of people in their bodies, they immediately sent them to Heaven).

Michael smiled. He knew that Adam really cared about him and it warmed his heart and soul pleasantly. But gloomy thoughts overcame him again. Him father never did such a thing, for the most part, he didn't care about his creations, how they would live or adapt to life. And he didn't care about the older children, although the Lord claimed that they were his most beloved sons, not counting the people he also considered his children (but the archangels knew that the Lord was lying about loving them all equally and his most beloved son of them was Lucifer).

But Michael continued to love his father and was faithful to him until he found out that none of them was really his favorite, that their whole life was just a game of the Lord and universes with such children he could have hundreds of thousands. Michael had seen only one so far and knew about the existence of the second one.

At that moment, Michael was disappointed in his faith, in his Father, whom he could not even call a Father now.

He played with them over and over again, forced them to throw Lucifer into the Cage, who was right in something (but not in everything, of course; after meeting Adam, the Archangel could not say with certainty that all people are bad and deserve death, this boy forced him to reconsider his priorities).

 "Michael?" Milligan couldn't hear the archangel's thoughts, he closed himself off from him. Adam tried to reach Michael, but he seemed to have built an invisible impenetrable wall around himself and it was impossible to reach him. But Adam wouldn't be Adam if he tried to call him just once. They had no one in the Cage but each other, and no matter how desperate one of them was, the other always supported him, regardless of whether it was related to the past or what was happening right at that moment.

 "Talk to me," pause, "please," Adam didn't even know if the Archangel was listening to him, but kept trying, "Michael, please, talk to me, please..." he was ready to beg, just so Michael wouldn't close himself off from him, wouldn't be left alone with his pain.

"He lied to me", bitterness was heard in the voice of the archangel. He appeared in Adam's mind, looking like his young father, but his hair was very disheveled, and something seemed to break inside. Adam felt something crackling inside him.

He was not ready to see Michael so broken.

"He lied to me," Michael repeated, still unable to believe in the betrayal of his beloved father, "he lied to me all this time… I was ready to do anything for him, but... I'm not even the only Michael!..", he covered his eyes with his hands and shook his head. "Nobody needs me… All my brothers are dead, and I... I'm left alone. I couldn't protect them, I'm good for nothing but war, I...", there wasn't enough air and Michael began to suffocate.

Adam took a few steps towards him and put his hands on his, gently stroking.

"Hey," he said softly, "it's not like that," Milligan exhaled: it was much harder to speak than expected. They had not discussed this before: Michael was not one of those who likes to vividly express their feelings, emotions and experiences, so they had not even raised this topic since the Winchesters told them about the betrayal of God.

Michael didn't seem to hear him.

 "I need you".

The Archangel froze, taking his hands away from his face, which Milligan never let go, and squinting incredulously at Adam, but beginning to calm down slowly. Then he smiled, thinking that, judging by what Dean and Sam were saying, saying these words to those they love is family.

"I need you," Adam repeated, "and you will never be alone," "as long as I'm with you" did not escape from his lips, but Michael understood him without words.

Adam was intently peering into Michael's face, trying to predict his next actions, when he suddenly hugged Milligan tightly.

"Thank you...", Michael nuzzled Adam's shoulder, hugging him harder.

They don't care about God, Heaven, Hell and Winchesters — as long as they have each other, they will never be alone.

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«Supernatural». Michael/Adam Milligan. Hell

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

Soulmate!AU: Soulmates can treat each other

Written under Three Days Grace – Time of dying

In my mind, Michael in a Cage has the appearance of a young John Winchester.

Types of rib bruises

The classification of bruises includes three degrees:

First degree. Signs of such an injury are tolerable pain in the chest or back, which can increase with sudden movements. If the patient is at rest, there is no soreness. With such damage, a bruised rib without a bruise is usually diagnosed, the symptoms of which are only minor pains. In this case, you can use an analgesic ointment. A first-degree injury is not a threat to the health and life of the victim and does not require special medical measures.

Second degree. The victim complains of severe chest pains. A hematoma is diagnosed. With any active activity and physical exertion, the pain syndrome worsens, and the patient's condition worsens.

Third degree. The patient has a severe pain syndrome. The victim needs help with bruises of the rib of this degree. The clinical picture may be mixed in such cases, the symptoms will depend on the presence of damage to internal organs. Often, with such an injury, the lungs are squeezed, which makes it difficult for the victim to breathe.

Source: https://bitravma.com/rebra/ushib-reber#section-2

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Michael defended Adam. Always, while they were in the Cage, he almost did not take his eyes off him, tried to cheer him up, although he himself almost did not believe that they would be able to get out. When Lucifer got tired of torturing Sam, he switched to Adam, but Michael always came to his aid. He wouldn't let his brother even get close to his vessel.

 "Michael, tell me, aren't you tired of this yet?" Lucifer drawled boringly, glancing rapaciously at Adam, who was curled up in a ball in the corner of the Cage and trying not to look at the archangels.

Michael didn't feel well, but there was determination in his eyes. He was ready to defend Adam to the end.

When the archangels clashed, Sam and Adam, sitting on opposite sides of the Cage, almost simultaneously covered their ears with their hands, and then their eyes, although the bright, bright light coming from Michael and Lucifer penetrated under their closed eyelids.

Michael was exhausted somehow unexpectedly quickly. It would seem that one moment he was standing firmly on his feet, and a moment later he already fell to the floor of the Cage, immediately taking on a hail of blows.

Lucifer punched Michael in the ribs several times. The elder archangel's face was distorted with pain, but the fallen one did not stop. He was smiling so broadly, as if what was happening brought him incredible pleasure.

Finally, Lucifer got tired of his occupation, and he finally kicked Michael, and without paying any attention to Adam, moved to the Winchester that was sitting in the other corner of the Cage.

Adam felt a burning hatred towards Lucifer. How could you so mutilate your own brother, who loves you very much?! Milligan quickly crawled up to Michael, while Lucifer switched back to Sam, and took his hand.

"Michael?"

The archangel opened his eyes with a quiet groan and looked at Adam, weakly squeezing his hand in response, he did not have enough strength for more.

Adam touched the archangel's cheek with his other hand, looking into his eyes. He regretted that he was not a powerful being, because this way he could, if not heal, then at least take away the pain from the archangel, and so he could only sit and hold his hand tightly, hoping that he was even stronger than he seemed and would not disconnect from the pain.

Milligan glanced at the body in front of him. He didn't like the sight of the mutilated archangel. Michael breathed heavily, hoarsely, with a whistle, but he breathed and winced every now and then from the pain in his damaged ribs, and the bruises and abrasions did not go away. Adam quickly unbuttoned Michael's shirt, looking, as he hoped, at all the damage. He was afraid to turn the archangel over, because he already saw how serious his injuries were, although, of course, he could not imagine the full picture.

Adam couldn't do anything for the archangel, so he did what probably everyone would have done if someone was on the verge of life and death and there was no way to help him: he began to pray. Silently, without moving his lips and closing his eyes, he prayed without knowing to whom, but for some reason he was sure that he would be heard.

Suddenly, he felt a warmth that passed through his entire body and remained in his palms, which became warmer and warmer until they became so hot that Milligan was seriously afraid that he would be able to do some harm to the archangel.

Mentally, he imagined Michael's injuries, which he had already noticed and he felt uneasy. Forcing these thoughts away with an effort of will, he focused on helping the archangel.

After a few minutes, the heat began to fade and Adam opened his eyes as soon as the heat was completely gone. Michael still lay with his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep. Adam decided not to disturb him, but he didn't dare to go far, so he just curled up next to him, trying not to touch the archangel's body at all, and also closed his eyes, hoping to fall into a sleep unrelated to the Cage.

It was terribly cold in the Cage for a person, or so it seemed to him, but after a couple of seconds he felt an archangel move next to him, and after a few seconds Adam felt that soft warm wings covered him. Milligan moved a little back to Michael, it was warmest there, and the Archangel's arms embraced him, pressing him closer to himself. Hot breath burned his neck and then his ear, causing Adam to get goosebumps.

 "Thank you," Michael whispered, nuzzling Adam's neck, "thank you…"

Adam closed his eyes. The silence that enveloped them was simply deafening, but Adam couldn't sleep without figuring out one detail.

 "Are you okay?" he asked in a barely audible voice, but in the silence it was heard just fine.

Michael's arms tightened around Adam.

"Yes," he answered quietly, "thanks to you."

Adam carefully turned over to the other side, because it was uncomfortable to lie with his back, he could not see the expression on the archangel's face.

"Close your eyes," Michael smiled faintly at him.

Adam intertwined his fingers with Michael's fingers, his eyes closed and he fell into a dream.

Michael admired Milligan's serene expression for a few seconds, and then lightly kissed him on the forehead and also closed his eyes.

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«Flash». Leonard Snart/Bartholomew "Barry" Henry Allen. Sorry...

Notes:

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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…He presses Flash into the wall, torments his lips with kisses, gradually descending lower. He groans, confusingly whispers "hurry up...", breathing raggedly. An unpleasant wild cold touches Snart's palms with which he holds Barry, then rises higher and stops at the heart.

"Wake up..." — whispers something in his head and the man opens his eyes.

He sits up on the bed and rubs his face with his hands, thinking about what a strange dream he had.

someone hoarsely whispers "I'm sorry...".

A quiet laugh is heard in his head, and then Snart feels as if Barry's warm, gentle hands have touched him and are stroking his shoulders, arms, back, then Allen bends down and kisses him on the forehead.

That's just it can't be

because Barry is dead.

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GIF IS NOT MINE

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«Flash». Barry Allen - Leonard Snart (letter)

I write in Russian and use a translator. If you find any errors, please let me know about it.

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"Hello, Snart.

It's so hard to understand that you are no longer there, that no one will kiss you so that the earth goes out from under your feet, no one will call me five hundred five times a day, and then say that he just missed you, no one will climb with his gang into the most it was hot, because "The Flash needs help, and I need the Flash."

And, of course, no one will say that Joe "won't notice anything, I'll just steal you quietly." You know, your smirk was worth breaking his rules.

It's so strange to write into the void...

I'm not saying goodbye, because I still hope to meet you somewhere on the street or in a bar, rush to the address of another robbery to see Lisa, Mick and you there, and you grin and raise your hand, thereby saying hello to me.

I miss you, Lenny… But you don't care, you're de far away now, right?

I sincerely hope that you are happy.

Always yours,

Flash Barry"

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