#I wouldn’t have hesitated but go off Michael save your brother I guess

[kitkatdoodlez]

POV you’re Michael

#idk man if a Kiefer Sutherland looking vampire pulled up next to me on his motorcycle made me a half vampire and then told me to join him #I wouldn’t have hesitated but go off Michael save your brother I guess #david the lost boys #david tlb #david x michael #the lost boys david #the lost boys movie #the lost boys paul #the lost boys #tlb fanart #tlb 1987 #michael tlb #tlb #dwayne the lost boys #star the lost boys #art #fanart #illustration #keifer sutherland

[rubysunnday]

So this is really depressing but in the episode where they were all nearly hung Shelby sis was before polly and by the time the guy went to say they were free Shelby sis was already hung and they were prepairing for polly. Polly telling everyone and tommy realising he Fucked up

A/N: When I first saw this I was like ‘Jesus Christ!’ but then I had an idea and I think this is now one of the longest things I’ve written on this blog. 

Warning: this is not pretty or fluffy or anything like that, it is dark as hell and I am so, so sorry.

Part 2, Part 3

You just knew that it was going to happen today. You hadn’t slept at all that night because you just knew. Part of you still hoped that you’d go free; that Tommy would save the day yet again. But, deep down, you knew he wouldn’t.

Even if he did, it’d be too late for you.

The warden opened the door, causing you to look up. She gave you a grim look and your body went cold. You were only 19. Just because you were in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was unfair. So, so unfair.

“It’s time,” she said quietly, and you nodded, forcing yourself to stand up. Next door to you, Polly was being raised too but you knew that there was only one scaffold in the prison – one of you would be first.

Polly came out of her cell and her tired eyes widened when she saw you being marched down ahead of, already knowing what was going to happen.

“No!” She exclaimed, pulling against the strong arms holding her. “NO!”

You turned around to look at your aunt and paused. “Can I talk to her, one last time?” You asked softly, looking to the warden.

She hesitated. “Two minutes, that’s it.”

You gave her a small smile as you and Polly were put in an empty cell for a bit of privacy, the door locked behind you.

“No, this, this can’t be happening,” Polly muttered, pacing. “This isn’t right.”

“Polly.”

“No, I refuse to except this.”

“Pol, it’s ok –“

“HOW IS IT OK, Y/N?” Polly yelled and you smiled sadly at her.

You sat down on the bed and patted the space next to you. Polly sat down and you leant your head on her shoulder, relishing her comfort one last time.

“Death isn’t something I’m scared off, Pol,” you said quietly, holding her hand. “If anything, it’s a friend. Taking us from this hell to somewhere quieter.”

“It should be Tommy heading to hang, not you,” Polly muttered, and you nodded.

“I know,” you said, squeezing her hand. “But what is the point in my last emotions being hatred and anger? I don’t want to leave this life with pain and anger in my heart.” You sighed. “Pol, I’d rather expect my death than to not see it coming. I’d rather die a martyr than die a villain. This isn’t some heroic sacrifice, it’s just me, a 19-year-old woman, who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And if that leads to some justice in this cruel, cruel world, then I’ll die happy.

“We all have our time, Polly, and if mine is now, then I’ll embrace it gladly. But, when you see Tommy again, because I know you will, don’t argue, tell him…tell him I forgive him. For everything. Tell him that I love him endlessly and that I’ll miss him. Tell them all how much I love them. Tell them that I am sorry,” you swallowed against the lump in your throat as the tears started to burning your eyes, “that I couldn’t be there for them.

“I know I won’t be here to see any of them again, Polly. I’ll never get to see my brothers and sisters again, but, that’s ok, because I remember them as they were before the war – happy, filled with life and smiles. Not these soldiers that they world turned them in to.”

Polly sniffed, wiping away the tears falling down her face. “Oh, darling, when did you get so wise?” She asked, putting a hand to your face.

“I learnt from the best,” you replied, placing your hand over hers. “Besides, I won’t be alone. Grace and mum will be there. And Freddie and Danny.”

“Grace will look after you,” Polly said quietly, a forlorn look on her face, “I know she will.”

You nodded.  “Polly, I need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t let me be buried. I don’t want to be stuck in one place. I want to be cremated and spread across the land. I want to travel, even in death, because the world never stops turning. I want to be a part of the future and the past. But, most importantly, I don’t want to be forgotten by history.”

Polly nodded. “I promise you, y/n, that you’ll never be forgotten.”

You exhaled slowly, sitting up straighter and smoothing out your hair and dress. “I think I’m ready, Pol.”

Polly wrapped her arms around you, and you hugged her back tightly, taking in her perfume one last time. “I love you so much, my brave girl.”

“I love you too, Polly,” you whispered back as the door was unlocked. “Thank you, for everything.”

The warden came in and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you away from your aunt and towards your death. You could hear Polly’s cries behind you as you approached the noose hanging from the wooden scaffold, but it all became white noise.

It wasn’t a bad way to go, all things considered. It would be quick. A bit of pain and then…nothing.

You climbed the stairs and with each step you felt yourself become more absent from the world. The rope was harsh against your neck as it was put around you and tightened. In front of you was a priest, uttering a prayer under his breath as your hands were tied behind your back. The warden stepped back and gave you one final look, sorrow in her eyes.

You knew it was coming. Out the corner of your eye you saw your executioner move over to the lever that would open the floor underneath you. You looked up and saw Polly being brought out of the cell and down the corridor to wait for her turn.

Behind your back, you felt the ring Arthur had given you for your 18th, running a finger over it one more time. You made eye contact with the priest and gave him a small nod, confirming that you were ready.

Ready to die.

Polly was screaming and yelling as the wardens held her still and forced her to watch.

“In the bleak midwinter,” you whispered softly, clenching your hands together tightly, forcing yourself to think of your family and not what was about to happen.

A creak.

A jolt.

Nothing.

/

Ada was waiting for Polly outside the prison gates, anxiously tapping her foot against the wet pavement. She stepped forward as the doors opened and Polly was shoved out them.

“Pol?” Ada asked, frowning. “Where’s y/n?”

Polly slowly lifted her eyes to look at Ada. “She hung.”

Ada fell back a step, hand over her mouth. “No, no, she can’t have. Tommy freed them all…he said he would…he said he did!”

“She went first,” Polly said quietly. “Told me to tell you that she loves you and misses you. And that she forgave Tommy.” Polly gathered Ada in her arms as she sobbed. “She went first knowing it would be too late. But she still forgave him. She forgave everyone, in the end.”

Ada sniffed as she clung to her aunt. “Do the boys know?”

/

John, Michael and Arthur stepped out of the prison door, blinking at the harsh daylight around them.

“Ada!” Arthur exclaimed, stepping forward to hug his sister, pausing when he saw her red eyes and ruined make – up. “What’s wrong?”

Ada let out a sob, burying her face in her hands as Arthur gathered her in his arms, looking to a broken Polly for answers.

“Where’s y/n?” John asked quietly, his voice cracking slightly.

Polly inhaled sharply. “She’s dead.”

“No,” John snapped, shaking his head, “no, she can’t be. The bastard freed us all. He said he would, and he did, so, where the fuck is she?”

“She was hung first,” Polly said quietly, trying not to look at the expression’s on her son and nephew’s faces. “I watched her hang right in front of me. Yet, somehow, she forgave him. She wanted me to tell you how much she loves you all and that she misses you.”

“Pol,” Arthur whispered, still hugging Ada, “please tell me this is some sick joke.”

“It’s true, Arthur,” Ada whispered, clinging onto him. “The warden confirmed it.”

John swore loudly, kicking the wall nearest him. Michael just stared down at the ground. “This is Tommy’s fault – the fucking bastard should’ve been hung, not her,” he said, falling to the ground with a sob. “Not my baby sister. She did nothing to deserve this. She was innocent!”

“I’m going to kill Tommy,” Michael said lowly. “I’m going to fucking murder him.”

/

“Mr Shelby, there’s a police officer here to see you, sir.”

Tommy looked up and nodded. “Send him in, Frances.”

Frances disappeared and was replaced by a solemn looking policeman holding his hat under his arm.

“Mr Shelby,” he said, stepping forward, “I’m afraid I’m not here for a good reason.”

“I guessed that,” Tommy said, standing up and coming around to the other side of his desk. “So, spit it out then, who’s died?”

“Your sister, sir, y/n Shelby. I’m afraid the release order didn’t arrive soon enough, and she was executed this morning as per her sentence.”

Tommy felt his heart drop out from underneath him and put a hand on the desk to steady himself. The police officer in front of him was still talking but no words were reaching him, there was just a ringing sound.

“- I am very sorry for your loss, sir.”

“Get out,” Tommy ordered, and the police officer quickly made himself scarce.

Tommy slowly fell to the ground, his back against his desk. His little sister was dead by his own hand. He killed her because he thought he could beat god. Her blood was on his hands.

“I’m sorry, y/n,” he whispered, burying his head in his hands. “I am so, so sorry.”

#Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders imagines #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fanfic #imagines #shelby sister #shelby sis #angst

[bestillmyslashyheart]

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3/?

There was a race the next night. Forrest had let it slip while he was yelling at Alex that keeping him on was losing him business and it was short work to get the details out of him. Including the fact that the Evans crew was planning on going. 

The five of them were among the top ten racers in the entire southern California area but they rarely raced together. That night, all five of them were planning to show up and drive.

Alex couldn’t miss it.

The car he’d gotten from the Bureau wasn’t perfect. He’d taken it out for a few, or more than a few, test drives and he was comfortable behind the wheel but he knew there would be far better cars out there. Some of them most likely driven by his targets. If he raced, he’d likely lose. It was why he’d refrained from racing much so far. Oh he’d gone out most nights and he’d even driven in a few but they were always smaller scale with little on the line.

By the time he arrived, the party was going strong. The racers weren’t scheduled to start until later but Alex was hoping to make a few connections and possibly get himself on the ticket. He wouldn’t win but it would get him noticed. 

Alex mingled for about half an hour before the crowd’s attention was stolen by two new cars pulling in. One was a pink Nissan Skyline GT-R R34 and the other was a dark blue Dodge Charger R/T. Alex wasn’t surprised when Michael Guerin stepped out of the Charger; he’d seen it parked outside the garage enough times to know it was one of theirs. He had on tight jeans and a plaid shirt with the sleeves ripped off and most of the buttons apparently missing. He was mildly surprised when Jenna Cameron stepped out of the Skyline, though. He hadn’t expected her to drive a pink car; she reminded him a little bit of Rosa and he half expected her to insist on a red car too. But the ripped shirt, leather pants and boots she wore reminded him of Maria. And Maria would have absolutely driven a pink car if she’d had the chance so maybe he wasn’t too surprised after all. The second they were out of the cars, they were swallowed up by the crowd.

Alex hung back, unsure if he should approach them. Had it been a few days earlier he probably would have tried to approach Jenna but after the fight with Noah, he thought perhaps it was best to keep his distance for now.

“Please tell me that’s not your car,” Alex turned to see Michael glaring at the car behind Alex with disgust. Alex glanced over his shoulder at the souped up Volkswagen Jetta. It was gold. 

Alex cringed away from it. “Hell no,” he replied.

“Oh thank god,” Michael sighed in relief. “I’d hate to think a guy as hot as you had taste that bad.” Alex resolutely did not flush. After all, it wasn’t like he didn’t know Michael thought he was hot; he hadn’t been particularly subtle at the store. But it was another to hear him say it so blatantly. “So where is your car?”

Alex nodded at where his green Acura NSX-T was parked a few cars down. Michael eyed it, winked at Alex, and wandered over to check it out. Alex looked around to see if he could spot Jenna but she was preoccupied with a few women and didn’t look like she would invite any interruptions so he followed after him. By the time he reached his car, Michael had somehow popped the hood. Alex fingered the keys in his pocket to make sure they were still there. “How’d you-?”

“Trade secret,” Michael winked at him again. “I’m handy with cars.” He reached in and fiddled with something, Alex couldn’t see what. Didn’t stop him from reaching out and smacking his hand away.

“Don’t touch my car,” Alex snapped. Michael only grinned in reply. He held his hands up in feigned innocence.

“I would never touch another driver’s car.” He put a hand on his chest like he was offended at the accusation. “I just wanted to look. See what makes her...tick.” He ran his tongue across his lower lip and gave Alex the same look he’d given him at the store when he’d had his hand on Alex’s leg. He wasn’t talking about the car and they both knew it.

Alex dropped the hood shut with a scowl. Michael's smile dimmed. He looked Alex in the eyes for a second before nodding to himself and stepping back. He was about to leave and Alex suddenly didn’t want him to. Alex had initially targeted Jenna as a way in to the crew but he could already tell Michael would be the better avenue. That and he didn’t want to watch Michael walk away from him.

“Are you allergic to buttons?” He cringed slightly. That was not what he meant to say, at all.

But it got Michael to stop moving away from him. He turned back towards Alex and raised an eyebrow before looking down at his shirt then back up at Alex. “Problem?”

“I didn’t say that,” Alex defended. 

“Oh,” Michael drawled. His hands went to the two remaining buttons holding his shirt together. “So you don’t like the buttons?” Alex tried to glare at him but his eyes kept dropping to his chest as he pulled at the two sides of his shirt and bared his chest. Michael laughed and dropped his hands before the last buttons came undone. He leaned in close, close enough for Alex to breathe in the scent of him. “Maybe later. We’ll have to see how you race first.”

Alex’s eyes shot open. “So what? You’re my prize if I win?”

Michael smirked. “Maybe I’m the consolation prize when you lose.”

“Hey now,” Alex mused, “don’t sell yourself short like that.”

“I’m not. I mean, I’m good,” Michael assured him. “But I’m not 30 grand good. I imagine most people would rather have the cash prize.”

Alex quickly did the math. It wasn’t hard; four racers, winner take all. It was a $10,000 buy in. Alex did not have $10,000. “I guess we’ll have to see,” Alex replied belatedly.

Michael quirked an eyebrow at him in question but Alex was saved from having to reply by the arrival of three cars: a white Nissan 240SX, a red Toyota Supra, and an orange Koenigsegg CCXR. Isobel, Max, and Noah stepped out of their respective cars and Michael flocked to their sides without so much as a goodbye. From the other side of the crowd, Alex spotted Jenna making her way over to them too. 

With the last of the heavy hitters now here, Alex knew the races would soon start. He quickly made his way over to the guy running things.

“I want in,” he greeted.

The man didn’t even look up. “Which race?”

“Whichever one the Evans’ are in,” Alex replied. Four slots meant not all members of the crew would race together but he knew that Max and Isobel liked to race each other. Max won most often but Isobel had been known to beat him a few times and always enjoyed the chance to try again. The man scoffed.

“Race is full up.”

Alex took a deep breath as subtly as he could. The Bureau would not be happy with what he was about to do but- “I don’t have the buy in but I’ll throw in my pink slip.”

That got the man’s attention. He slowly looked up at Alex, his eyes assessing. Alex had met him a few times at smaller events but he wasn’t sure what the man thought of him. “Where’s your car?” Alex pointed over his shoulder. The man gave it a cursory look, probably to make sure it was the same car Alex had driven in the past. “You’ll lose,” he warned.

Alex shrugged. “Maybe. Or Maybe I won’t.”

The man scoffed and shook his head. “Whatever. I’ll clear it with Isobel and you’re in.”

“You need her permission to fill a race?” Alex raised an eyebrow.

“She doesn’t like racing for slips,” he countered. “I’m not gonna piss her off and make her pull out.” Which, considering Isobel was one of the main draws tonight, was certainly fair enough. “I’ll let you know later.”

Alex nodded and went back to his car. There were five races that night. The first was for the kids just starting out. Short and sweet, most people didn’t bother to stop partying to watch. The second was a little better, a few more people paid attention, but it was relatively tame. After that, small groups of people started leaving. The next few races were long enough that you couldn’t see the finish line from the starting line so the party had to move. Noah lined up in the third race, his bright orange car fitting in just fine with the other neon colored cars. 

Before the race started, Isobel sidled up to him. She didn’t look at him, choosing instead to look over his car. “Why?” She asked. She didn’t say anything else.

Alex looked over at her. “I like my job,” he replied.

Isobel stared at him, unimpressed. “We don’t want your car.” 

“No, seriously,” he cut her off when she turned to leave. “Forrest wants to fire me and I need my job. I’m on parole and not a lot of places are hiring people with a record.” Isobel’s face gave nothing away. “I got a problem with guys who get angry at women,” he continued. “It wasn’t my business and I shouldn’t have gotten in between your crew but I couldn’t do nothing. I didn’t mean to offer any insult, alright? I figure if we race for slips-”

“We’re not,” Isobel corrected. “And your car is worth more than the buy in.” Alex waited. “But we’ll take it.”

She stalked off, the crowd parting for her as she rejoined her brother. Alex missed the next race trying to figure out how he was going to explain to his boss how he lost the car.  Chatter around the crowd told him Noah won but Alex didn’t care. Michael and Jenna were pulling up to the line for the fourth race.

Alex hesitated briefly before slipping from the crowd and approaching Michael’s window. Plan A was to endear himself to the twins by sacrificing his car. Plan B was Michael. 

The window rolled down as he approached and Alex took it as an invitation to lean in. “I think I might need that consolation prize later,” he confessed.

Michael laughed. “I think you’re gonna need more than that.”

Alex accepted that with a shrug. “I didn’t ask earlier.” Michael raised an eyebrow in question. “What’s your prize? What do you get if you win?”

Michael’s eyes became heated as he looked Alex over. “Whatever the hell I want.” He raised the window and forced Alex to back up. Their eyes stayed locked through the window for a moment before the girl with the flag stepped into the middle of the road and Alex had to get out of the way. He caught the edge of an exasperated look on Jenna’s face as he passed her car before she was too focused on the race to pay him any mind.

The flag dropped and the cars took off. By the time Alex lost sight of them, Jenna was in the lead with Michael close behind her. The others weren’t even close.

Alex got his car and took his place on the line before he heard the results. Not that it mattered. 

A blue car pulled up on the far side of the street and idled at the line. Alex took a look at the driver but the windows were too tinted for him to see. A moment later, Max and Isobel pulled in and Alex ended up looking straight at Max. The other man gave him a polite nod and then proceeded to ignore him completely.

They sat there for a few minutes as the majority of the party cleared out and headed for the finish line. It didn’t take long, the destination not that far away except for the convoluted route Alex and the others were about to take. Before he knew it, the girl with the flag was in front of them and Alex felt it. That high he’d been chasing ever since he got behind the wheel of a car he shouldn’t have when he was 17. The flag dropped and Alex blocked out everything else in the world that wasn’t this race. 

The blue car fell behind quickly. It stayed close but Alex mostly disregarded it. His focus was on Max and Isobel. The three of them stayed tight for most of the race until the last stretch when Max pulled away. Alex crossed the line behind him a fraction of a second before Isobel. It took a second after he stopped for the world to come back. He sat in his car and took a few deep breaths before getting out. By then the crowd had already swarmed the cars. Among the group near Alex’s car was Max.

Alex flipped his keys over in his hand before holding them out to Max. “Guess this is yours.”

Max looked at the keys but didn’t take them. “You’re good,” he commented idly.

“You were better,” Alex tossed back. “This time.”

Max smirked. “We don’t have a spare driver tonight. Bring it by the garage tomorrow,” he ordered softly before fading into the crowd. Alex had only a second to let out a breath before Michael was in front of him. 

“Not bad,” he teased.

“I beat Isobel,” Alex replied.

“Barely,” Michael countered.

Alex rolled his eyes. “How’d you do?”

Michael stepped in close. “I did alright.” His voice lowered and his eyes flicked to Alex’s lips. “Now I get whatever the hell I want. And I think you’re entitled to that consolation prize. If you’re interested.” Alex was interested. His body swayed towards Michael of its own volition and Alex wanted. 

The scream of police sirens reminded him that that was a bad idea. He and Michael jerked back from each other as the crowd scattered. Alex made a beeline for his car but Michael hesitated. Alex followed his eyeline to where his car sat on the far side of the clearing. There was no way he’d make it there before the cops arrived. “Get in!” He yelled. Michael turned to him with wide eyes as Alex slid behind the wheel and started the car. He didn’t move until Alex swung the car around and put his passenger door right in front of him. “Get in!” He yelled again. This time, Michael needed no further encouragement. He was in the car in seconds and Alex floored it just as police cars started to arrive in force.

Alex spent a good half an hour driving in circles to make sure they weren’t followed. The entire time, both men sat tensely, eyes on their mirrors to make sure the night wouldn’t end in handcuffs.

“Okay,” Alex finally said. He let out a long, slow breath and felt his body relax slightly. Next to him, Michael collapsed like a balloon, air whooshing out of him in relief as he sagged in his seat.

They sat quietly for another minute before Michael started laughing. Alex looked over and was surprised to see what looked like genuine joy on the man’s face. “What?” He asked.

“Take me home,” he ordered in lieu of a reply. He started giving directions without letting Alex speak and soon enough Alex was parking on the street in front of a small ramshackle house.

“You live here?” He questioned. This wasn’t the address the FBI had on file. Officially, Michael lived in a house with Max and Isobel about ten blocks over. 

Michael hummed and nodded. “It’s all mine, too.” He said it like it was something to be proud of. “You coming in?”

“I shouldn’t,” Alex replied automatically before realizing that the only reason he shouldn’t was because he was working on a case and Michael was his target. But Michael obviously couldn’t know that. He scrambled to think of a reason to say no but Michael didn’t ask.

“If you say so,” he murmured before leaning across the gear shift to cup Alex’s face. Alex tangled his fingers in the front of Michael’s shirt instinctively when the fabric brushed his hand and he didn’t pull away when Michael leaned further in.

The kiss was electric from the start. Alex had thought the race earlier gave him a high but it was nothing on the feeling he got from Michael’s lips. Michael didn’t bother to start slow or sweet; the kiss was dirty from the start and Alex was helpless to resist. After too short a while, Michael pulled back but Alex chased him, digging his fingers into his hair and pulling him back in for more.

“Fuck,” he exhaled when they finally did separate. Michael hummed and licked his lips. 

“Thanks for the save,” he told Alex before opening his door and stepping out. 

“Fuck,” Alex said again when Michael closed the door. He turned the car off and got out before Michael even reached the front door. 

#malex fic #my fic #rnm #previous parts are under my fic tag #this is it for now

[lucisfavoritedemon]

Always & Forever: Part 7

Pairing: Lucifer x reader

Summary: Being forced into an arranged marriage by your father doesn't go quite to plan when your soon to be husband tries to take the only freedom you have ever known. Little does he know someone else was listening in. Go on a journey to discover that Lucifer may not be as bad as he appears. He did save your life after all.

Warnings: talks of acts of violence, talks of possession, age gap, cursing, fluff, some angst, mentions of blood and injury, talk of mature topics, 18+ only.

Word Count: 2,301

A/N: I try to stay as true to the time period as I am comfortable with. This an 18+ only series. You have been warned. There is a lot of talk about mature topics. You have been warned. All thoughts in italics.

Enjoy!

I stood there shaking horribly, waiting for the sting of a sword and then nothing, but it never came. I opened my eyes and looked at Lucifer, his face was written with fear, and sadness. He slowly started to walk towards us. I hide further behind Sam not knowing what could happen.

“I-I’m not going to hurt you princess...I-I didn’t mean what I said...it was just so he would stop torturing me with hope that you would come back to me.”

I stayed where I was, still scared of the thought he was going to hurt me.

“Could you move away from her please? I want her to know I’m not a threat.” Lucifer looks to Sam, and he moves no hesitation.

“Y/N, please look at me. I’m not going to hurt you. I could never hurt you. I would never actually kill Maddox, or your father, or anyone from Lucaea kingdom.”

“Wh-why didn’t you come back? You were given multiple chances...I called your name in my sleep. I wanted you by my side, to feel your arms around me, but...you never came. You’d rather be fighting our army than be by my side.” I was fighting tears because all I ever wanted was the man I loved to hold me in his arms.

“I-I wanted to...but I couldn’t.”

“I’m your wife! And you couldn’t do your job and be by my side, when you knew I wanted you there.”

“I know I failed, okay?! Quit reminding me!”

I jump at him raising his voice. I didn’t know what to do. I could leave and go back home, pretend like I never came here, and move on with my life, or I could stay and hope that Lucifer really will stay this time. I knew it was wishful thinking that he would stick around this time, but I wanted to hope so badly that he would.

“I’m sorry, but I can’t keep being reminded that I failed you. I don’t want to fail you. Not again.”

“You clearly hate being reminded about stuff. Hope, failure. You know what you’re doing right now, giving me false hope that you’ll ever stick around. I want to hope so badly you will, but the more you open your mouth, the less hopeful I become.”

He looked down, and I knew that this was probably the end. We had to go our separate ways. I should have listened to Dean when he said it wasn’t a good idea. 

“I guess that’s it then…” I say my voice cracking from the tears I was holding back.

I squeeze through the guards and slowly walk away. I walk to my father and his men and mount a horse, “let’s go home.” I told my father. 

He nods and gestures to his men to move out. I feel a single tear roll down my cheek. This was it. Lucifer wasn’t coming back into my life, but maybe it was for the best. He would just keep leaving every time he failed, even though failure is a natural thing to happen.

“Your highness, is everything alright?” Maddox said trotting his horse next to mine.

“It’s over, I failed my kingdom. I should have just stayed at the castle. I should have known better than to leave and chase after some fantasy of mine. I should have listened to Dean and Sam about this. That it wasn’t a good idea.”

“Don’t talk like that. You did your best, and that was the closest we have ever gotten to peace this far. The Oslucatish princes are just stubborn men who don’t know what’s best for them and their kingdom. You did the right thing coming here. I wish, for your sake, that things turned out different. I know you love him. Truth is when you were ill you..”

“Kept calling for him. I know. I found your letters to him.”

“My-my letters? H-he kept them?”

“Yeah, he had every single letter you wrote. He even got back the letter he sent you.”

“He never sent me a letter. I never got a response from any of my letters.”

“H-he never responded? B-but he had a letter…” I think about what Lucifer said, what if he was telling the truth that he didn’t mean what he said? Maybe he wrote the letter in anger, and never sent it. Oh no, what have I done. “Maddox, I messed up. Really, really bad.” I stop my horse and turn it straight around and run back to the village.

“Your majesty wait!” Maddox yells.

I kept running though, I needed to fix this. Maybe there could be peace between our kingdoms after all. Had Luc just told me he never sent it, this could have been avoided. I get to the gate when I’m stopped by one of the village people.

“Miss, if you have come looking for the army they have returned home. Prince Michael showed up and the second prince is being tried for treason.”

“N-no…”

I sent my horse into a gallop and headed to the kingdom of Oslucatish. I had to stop this. I couldn’t let Lucifer give up like this. He hasn’t failed me. I failed him. I will ultimately fail if I cannot stop Michael from killing him. 

“Halt! You are not permitted to enter this kingdom without strict orders or an invitation.” A guard spoke up, stopping me.

“How’s this for an invitation?” I mumble, rearing my horse and running right past them.

I heard them call to stop me, but I was on a mission. To stop this war and get Lucifer back.

3rd Person POV:

Inside the castle the king waited for his eldest son for an explanation as to why his brother was on the execution line.

“Father, as you know we are at war with Lucaea, but I have a strong feeling that he is the reason they have the upper hand in this war. He is still in kahoots with King Nova himself. I believe I saw some Royal Lucaea Knights leaving the village near the Southern Mountain. I knew he was probably leaking intell on our latest attack.”

“Alright son. You plead your case. Lucifer!” Guards brought his second son, who was battered and bruised, over in chains, “did you or did you not tell those knights of our next attack.”

“No sir. I was actually meeting someone else from Lucaea.”

“Ah ha! I told you father…”

“Let him finish son.”

“I was meeting with Princess Y/N herself. She requested to meet in secret so no one knew what she was planning. I figured that neutral territory would be the best place, and it was halfway for the both of us.”

“What did she tell you, Lucifer.”

“I cannot say. I made a promise, on our love, that I would never tell another soul. Especially not with Michael in the room.”

“Would you tell me if your brother wasn’t in the room?”

“No father, I would not. You would just use it against Lucaea and destroy their kingdom. I don’t trust any of you.”

“See father? I should have just ended the bitch when I had the chance. Too bad that little mage found the antidote to my rare poison.”

“I-it was you Michael? You poisoned the princess?”

“She refused to marry me. Father gave me the plant all I had to do was put a single drop in her glass. Of course, you had already arrested me, so I let Gabe do the dirty work for me.”

“F-father? Is this true? You wanted to kill my wife?”

“She was promised to Michael after all. It was not your decision to choose that you would be the next one in line to marry her.”

“I’m the next oldest. You wouldn’t give her to Gabe, would you?”

“If that’s what I decided I wanted to do, then Gabe would marry her.”

“Fine, you want to know what Y/N and I talked about? Talked about complete destruction of Oslucatish.”

Lucifer then breaks free of his chain and pulls out his sword. Ready to fight anyone who dared to come near him.

“You are a traitor Lucifer! You are not fit to be king! Nor my heir! Guard! Seize him!”

Lucifer then starts to fight off every guard, but all he can think about is how heartbroken the princess was. He was fighting for something he knew would never come back to him. She was gone, and wanted nothing to do with him. He had turned into someone he didn’t even recognize, and it chased her away. He couldn’t look in the mirror the same way again knowing he is the reason the love of his life was now gone.

One of Michael’s knights catches Lucifer off guard and tackles him binding him in chains.

“I order the execution of the Second Prince of Oslcatish to be held at dawn! Take him away!”

The door suddenly burst open and there stood a beautiful girl. She had everyone looking at her, all but one person. 

“I have some arrangements to discuss with you, your Majesty.”

Reader POV:

“I have a few arrangements to discuss with you, your Majesty.” I bow clumsily showing I have no respect for him whatsoever.

“How dare you come into my palace and demand to discuss with me!”

“I can do what I want King Chuck. I am Princess Y/N of Lucaea. And I believe you are the reason there is war between our kingdoms. So tell me why I should respect you when you're the reason my people are starving."

The king looked at me intrigued, “so you are the girl that has my boys going crazy. It's no wonder though, you're very beautiful. Sorry about the poison by the way, but no one gets away with breaking my son's heart.”

"It was you? I'll have you know that your son tried to kill me at our very first meeting. You tell me then why I chose the second prince.”

“You chose Lucifer?”

“Father, he interfered!” Michael yelled. Typical spoiled brat throwing a tantrum. 

“Yes, I chose Lucifer. He saved my life. I owed him that much. I would give everything to have him by my side for all eternity. As my friend, as my king, as my love.”

“I see. Would you die for him if it meant he lived?”

“Y/N! Don't listen to him!” Lucifer yelled, but got smacked down with the hilt of a sword.

“I would, yes. But you cannot kill the king of Lucama on neutral ground.”

“Ha! He is no king!”

I pulled out the document stating that King Nova III has stepped down, and that Lucifer and I have been crowned king and queen of Lucaea.

“Release him. Mark my words girl. This isn't over. Michael, retreat your army. We surrender.”

“Father, wait! We can't let them win like this.”

“Enough! Now do as I say or you will no longer be my heir.”

“Yes sir.”

The guards slowly release Lucifer who is laying on the ground bleeding. I rush to his side and play with his hair. We'll be home soon, love, I promise. 

~*~

It had been a few days since the incident at Oslucatish, and had not left Lucifer’s side. I was getting worried since he hadn’t woken up, but I still stayed by his side. I sat there playing with his hair, being careful of the wounds on his face.

“How’s he doing?” Maddox asked, walking in and sitting next to me.

“He’s okay I guess. Still hasn’t shown any signs of waking up.”

“It’ll be okay. He’ll wake up soon. I promise.”

“I hope so.” I keep playing with Lucifer’s hair trying to keep myself calm.

As I keep playing with his hair, I feel him start to lean into it. I smile, brushing the hair off his forehead very gently. His eyes slowly open.

“Hey Luc. How are you feeling?”

“Been better.” He smiles looking over at me.

I smile more, so happy that he is okay.

“I leave you two alone then.” Maddox says and walks out.

“How did we get back? I was sure my father would have captured you and forced you to marry Michael.”

“Maddox came to help me get you back. The guards helped me get you out of the palace.”

“What did you do? Please don’t tell me you’re going back?”

I give a light chuckle, “no, Luc. I’m here to stay. I just hope you’ll do the same.”

“Of course. I promise. Am I dreaming?”

I giggle, “Lucifer, you are not dreaming,” I pull something out of the draw of the bedside table, “I found this in the satchel of my horse. Maddox slipped it in before we left the village.” I hand it to him.

“A coronation decree?”

“Father decided that it was time you and I took over the throne. Now that I have found you again, he thinks that we should be crowned.”

“Is this what you used against my father?”

“Yes. I said it would mean a never ending war for Oslucatish if a king was slain on neutral ground. Then, I showed him that.” I pointed to the pieces of parchment.

“Have I ever told you how much I loved you?”

“You’ve only said you loved me once.” I giggle.

“Well, I do love you very much.”

“Good, ‘cause you’re stuck with me till the day we die.”

He chuckles, and it makes me giggle.

I was happy he was back in my life. Even though I didn’t even know he wasn’t a consistent thing in my life a few days ago, but now that I had him back, I never wanted to let him go again.

#spn lucifer #lucifer x reader #medieval au #Sam Winchester #dean winchester

[merakiaes]

All Grown Up - Finn Shelby

Pairing: Finn Shelby x reader

Requested: Yes.

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: Sorry if this is really bad, I had a hard time coming up with something good for this request for some reason. It’s not proofread so sorry in advance for any possible mistakes. I really hope you like it, let me know what you think xx

Wordcount: 2367

Summary: You’re pregnant with Finn’s baby and you’re both very happy with it. The only problem is that he’s still treated as a child by his family and that no one takes your relationship seriously. The only one who does is your best friend, Michael, but he turns out not being such a good secret-keeper as you would have thought.

Exactly one week had passed since you found out that you were pregnant with Finn’s baby.

You had known each other your entire lives and been together romantically from the second you reached your teenage years.

You had lived with your mother for the first thirteen years of your life, right next door to the Shelbys, and had been taken in by them when she passed away in influenza.

Finn and yourself were now twenty years of age and in no way too young to become parents, at least not in theory.

The problem, however? Everyone treated Finn like a literal child and no one took your relationship seriously, only waving it off as a teenage puppy love despite the fact that you had been together since you were twelve, had only been romantic and intimate with each other that entire time and were engaged since three weeks back.

Out of everyone in the entire Shelby clan, Michael was the only one who didn’t treat Finn like a baby and saw that you were both serious about loving each other to the point where you would live the rest of your lives together.

Michael had only stepped into your lives a few years ago, but you had clicked immediately, and grown really close since then.

You were best friends. You told each other everything and whenever one of you would have a problem, you would always confide in the other before talking to anyone else.

And this time was no different, even if it had taken an entire week to gather the courage to speak to him about the matter at hand, with Finn’s approval of course.

You were gathered in the Shelby household for a family meeting. Usually, Esme, Linda, and Lizzie would be present as well, but today it would only be you, Polly, Michael and the Shelby brothers.

While Finn left your side to file into the betting shop with the rest of them, you grabbed a hold of Michael’s arm when he was about to follow, pulling him back slightly.

He looked down at you at that, his eyes instantly filling with worry at the sullen look on your face, practically being able to feel the anxiety radiating off of you.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, being sure to keep his voice down so that he wouldn’t alert the others of your conversation in case it was something private, which, in this case, it was.

“I need to talk to you.” You answered quietly, your grip on his arm tightening slightly.

He said nothing more, only nodding his head and leading you into the kitchen for some more privacy. 

Once inside, you sank down in a chair and he followed your example, pulling out a chair in front of you and sitting down, taking your hand in his in an act of comfort.

“What’s wrong?” He asked again, staring at you with worry. “Has something happened?”

You could only nod your head, feeling how your hand started clamming up with nervousness. 

Chewing on the inside of your cheek, you took a few seconds to think, trying to figure out how you were going to tell him, but soon realized it would just be for the best to come out with it straight away.

You looked up at him, answering quietly. “I’m pregnant.”

“You’re-“ His eyes grew wide with shock and he straightened himself up slightly before a huge smile overcame his boyish features. “That’s great! Congratulations!” He laughed, but his smile soon fell when he realized you weren’t smiling with him.

“Isn’t it great? Does he know?” He asked, turning hesitant, to which your lips tugged into a smile.

“He knows, yes. He was so happy when he found out. It’s amazing. Unbelievable, even.” You told him, shaking your head with a small laugh before turning serious again. “I just… I worry about what your mum and cousins are going to say. You know how they are, and we’ve already decided to keep it, there was no doubt in our minds about it. But their opinion and support still mean the world to us. To him, especially.”

Michael looked at you in understanding. “I’m honored you trusted me enough to tell me. I’ll support you in any way I can. Your secret is safe with me until you feel ready to tell them and when that time comes, I’ll be there and back you up if you need me.”

Your lips tugged into a smile, tears out of a mixture of happiness, gratitude, and anxiety stinging your eyes. You nodded your head. “Thank you, Michael. I’m lucky to have you as my friend.”

He smiled, squeezed your hand and then stood up, wordlessly leading you into the room where the rest of them were gathered, their heads looking up at the sight of you.

“There you are.” Polly spoke from her seat.

Michael wasted no time in leaving your side and going over to where his mom was sitting, sliding into the seat next to her and grabbing the glass of whiskey she had saved for him, while you moved over to where Finn was sitting, getting into the chair next to him.

He instantly put his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side.

“Alright, now that everyone that should be here is here, let’s get down to business,” Tommy said, bringing out the last empty glass and giving you a questioning look. “(Y/N)? Whiskey?”

You glanced around the table, seeing that everyone but you, Finn included, had a glass either in their hand or in front of them, and nodded with a small smile, getting comfortable under Finn’s arm. “Sure, thank you.” You accepted.

He started pouring the golden liquid into the crystal glass, but before he had even filled it up halfway, Michael’s voice cut through the air.

“You shouldn’t. I’ve read that alcohol isn’t good for the baby.”

Your blood turned cold in your veins at his words and Finn froze beside you. Your head snapped towards Michael, seeing his eyes growing wide with realization and regret the second the words passed his lips.

“God damn it, Michael!” You exclaimed loudly, frustration and anxiety bubbling up inside of you as everyone had now frozen in their spots and turned to look at you and Finn.

“Baby?” John was the first to ask after a moment of silence. “What fookin’ baby?”

Tommy sat up straighter in his chair, looking at you from across the table. “What’s he talking about, (Y/N)?” He turned to Finn, now having forgotten all about your drink. “Finn?”

Neither of you said anything, only exchanging a hesitant glance.

“Are you pregnant?” Polly demanded from where she sat, eyes hard and stern, and causing you to swallow thickly as you nodded.

“We were hoping to find a more convenient time and way to tell you but yes, I’m pregnant.” You confirmed, and almost immediately, they all started showing their disappointment in one way or another.

“How long have you known?”

You shared a glance with Finn before answering. “A week.”

“A week?” Polly scoffed in disappointment. “And you haven’t told us?”

“We didn’t know how to.” Finn finally joined the conversation, holding your hand comfortingly in your lap, away from everyone’s eyes, and glaring at pretty much everyone around the table. “We knew you would disapprove.”

Arthur snorted, speaking up for the first time. “Of course we fookin’ disapprove. You’re not old enough to have a baby.”

Finn turned his glare to him, eyes squinting in anger. “John was seventeen when he got Martha knocked up for the first time.” He pointed out, but Arthur only glared back.

“He was ready. You’re not.”

You could feel the anger getting more intense by the second inside of you. “How is that fair?” You exclaimed, Finn exclaiming right afterward.

“I’m tired of you always treating me like I’m still a child!”

“You are still a child.” John pointed out, and that really got you going, having you standing up from your chair with such force it fell to the floor behind you.

“Okay, so Finn didn’t go to war!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms out in exasperation, glaring at all of them – but most of all his brothers. “He hasn’t seen the things you’ve seen. But just because you have a different outlook on life and things, in general, doesn’t make him immature. I know for a fact that you don’t want him to be like you, that you want him to be better, so why are you always treating him like he’s ten years old when he’s doing just that?”

Finn grabbed your hand in thanks and in an attempt to calm you down but remained seated, too angry to move a muscle. Michael, however, much to everyone’s surprise, took a stand, nodding his head in agreement with you.

“She’s right, Tommy.” He said, looking at his cousin before looking around the table. “It’s time you start treating them like adults. Because that’s what they are. If they weren’t, they wouldn’t have been in this position in the first place.”

Only when Michael came to your defense did Polly actually realize that he was right, her stern facial expression slowly softening as she turned to look at you, eyes now much gentler. “No matter what anyone thinks, no one can make the decision but the two of you.”

“We’re not getting rid of it if that’s the decision you’re referring to.” Finn instantly spoke back in a defensive tone, glaring at his aunt in all his angry glory. “We’re keeping it, with or without your support.”

Polly remained calm, nodding her head and taking a drag out of the cigarette hanging from in between her fingers. “We will support you, whatever you do.” She said. “We’re so used to taking care of you I guess we just haven’t wanted to admit to ourselves that you’ve grown up and become your own man.”

She was talking to only Finn now and you knew her well enough to know she considered Finn as her own child as she had been the one to raise him from the very same day he was born, and that she understood quicker than the others because she, herself, had been in the exact same position that you were in right now – pregnant, scared and with everyone she loved against her.

Her words seemed to have gotten everyone’s brain gears spinning and when they all turned quiet, deep in their own thoughts, you allowed yourself to sit back down, Finn now having brought your chair back up from the floor.

When you sat down, so did Michael, and as no one was arguing or going against you anymore, you felt Finn relax significantly beside you.

For a good minute, the only sound that could be heard was the ticking of the clock on the wall and the faint sound of the crackling fire from the room next doors.

But soon enough, Tommy broke out of his thoughtful state and raised his glass of whiskey to his lips, tossing the rest of his drink back before slamming the glass back down and speaking, now with a much softer voice.

“If you say you’re ready to be parents, then I take your word for it.” He spoke slowly. “We will help you in any way we can. We’ll stick together like we always do.”

He clearly still wasn’t happy about the fact that you were pregnant, but he seemed to have accepted it now after Polly had given her opinion on it.

You and Finn nodded your head in thanks at him and another thick silence fell over you, this time almost unbearable. But you didn’t seem to be the only one who couldn’t stand it, as Arthur soon stood up from his seat, cutting the silence short.

He threw his arms out and started approaching you. 

“Well, I guess congratulations are in order.” He laughed, and you and Finn stood up to accept his embrace, a smile automatically rising to your face as you realized the worst part was over and that everyone would be able to be happy and get along again.

Once Arthur had hugged you, everyone else got to their feet too, all getting their turn at hugging and congratulating you.

Michael was last, coming over and hugging you in congratulations despite the fact that he had already known. 

He squeezed you tight and you squeezed him back. “I’m sorry I ruined it.” He mumbled into your hair, clearly guilty that he had let it slip.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to be mad at him. You had been to a start, yes, but now you knew he had only been looking out for you and your unborn baby’s best interest.

“That’s alright.” You assured him. “You didn’t ruin anything. It would have come out eventually, anyway. It was probably for the best it happened like this.”

You pulled apart and he gave you a wide smile, one that reached all the way up to his eyes, that held nothing but sincerity. “You’ll make an amazing mother, (Y/N).” He said, and your smile instantly widened.

“Thank you, Michael.” You answered, nodding in gratitude.

He then turned to Finn, his youngest cousin, and reached out to squeeze his shoulder. 

“And you as well, Finn.” He nodded, looking between the two of you. “You’ll be great parents. I know you will. And so do they, they just have to come to terms with the fact that you aren’t children yourselves, anymore.”

He nodded his head towards the others who were now conversing among themselves at the table again, having gone back to the business at hand that had been forgotten during the conflict. 

And true to Michael’s words, they did.

It took a while for them to wrap their heads around the fact that their soft little brother was going to be a father, but eventually, they did, and when the day of your daughter’s birth came around, they finally came to the realization when they got to see it with their own eyes, that you were both all grown up and ready to go live your own lives. As adults.

#finn shelby #finn shelby imagine #finn shelby x reader #finn shelby fanfic #peaky blinder #peaky blinders #peaky blinders x reader #peaky blinder imagine #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder headcanon #peaky blinders imagine #tommy shelby #thomas shelby #polly gray #michael gray #arthur shelby #john shelby

[myshipshipsitself]

Title: Let Me Break You Characters: Castiel/Dean, Sam, Jack Rated: G Word count: 2372 Warning(s): SPOILERS 15x19 (Also just wouldn’t make sense without seeing 15x19, cause some of the stuff that happens is implied to be the same as on the show) Summary: YES I wrote another fix-it. Except I made it worse before I fixed it. Basically I read a theory that Dean took forever to respond to Cas cause he was trying to think of what he could say that would make it so Cas stayed. And then this happened. Read below or read on ao3 here. 

Break him.

The thought comes unbidden and painful. All Dean knows, as he listens to Cas speak, as he turns to see the Empty forming behind him, is the deal that Cas made. The words he’s saying, the smile on his lips—why does he look so happy. He can’t be.

In a moment of true happiness. The Empty would take him.

“Are you insane?” Dean snapped. He swallowed the tears, forced a glare at Cas, curled his lips into a scowl.

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.

“Me? Loving me? That’s your true happiness? Are you out of your frickin mind?”

Please let this work. You can’t die. Not with me saying this. Not ever.

Cas’s smile was frozen in place, plastic and pained as Dean spoke.

“You know what? You were right to know you can’t be happy if that includes me—as what? A boyfriend? Lover? What the hell is wrong with you?”

I’m lying. Please believe me. Don’t smile. Don’t be happy. Break. Let me break you. I’m sorry.

“Dean,” Cas’s voice was weak, quiet. The smile finally fell from his lips. The Empty reached out, two tendrils shooting past Dean. One engulfed Billie. The other reached for Cas. Dean’s hand shot out at the same time Cas reached to shove him out of the way.

No no no, please. You can’t die believing that. You can’t die.

Dean’s back hit the wall, but his eyes never left Cas. The dark, inky blackness stretched over Cas’s shoulder, hesitated.

Please, please. He’s not happy. You can’t take him. Don’t take him.

The black ooze fell away from him, drawing back into the void, Cas still standing. Cas, his moment of happiness gone, snuffed out. But safe.

Dean never knew that silence could be painful. Sound, sound could be painful. It had been in Hell, before Cas pulled him out. The thought of it squeezed something painful and raw in his chest. But silence—silence wasn’t supposed to be painful. But this was. What was he supposed to say?

“I’m sorry, Dean,” Cas said, his words no less painful to hear than the silence. “I didn’t mean to make you angry or—“

“Save it,” Dean snapped. He stood from the floor, forcing himself not to look at Cas as he walked past him. “How the hell could you make a deal like that without telling me and Sam?” He asked, turning in the doorway o look back at Cas.

The angel gave him a sad kind of smile. “I knew the Empty would never cash in on it. She would never be able to.”

Dean shouldn’t have asked.

—————

The call from Sam was a welcome distraction, and by the time Dean and Cas met them in town, it was clear they had bigger issues.

Dean explained getting rid of Billie, mostly.

“I thought the Empty couldn’t come to earth unless it was summoned,” Jack said, looking curiously at Dean. His eyes shifted to Cas.

“Cas summoned it,” Dean answered. “So it took Billie, end of story.” Not end of the story, but close enough.

“Okay, so that’s one problem. Now we just have to deal with Chuck, and get the rest of the planet back. Easy,” Sam said, his usual hopeful smile falling with every word.

“About that,” Dean said. He shot a sideways glance at Cas, who had refused to meet his eye since the Empty took Billie. “We’re down one problem, but got another one to add in its place. Cas made a deal.”

Cas’s head shot up, eyes burning a hole in the side of Dean’s head. “The deal is unimportant,” he said. “The terms of the deal will never be met, so it will never be an issue.” Dean didn’t dare look at Cas. He didn’t want Cas to see anything in his eyes. To have hope. To know—Dean had to keep far away from there, at least until the deal was broken.

“Wait, what deal?” Sam asked.

“The deal he made with the Empty to save me,” Jack answered. He was still watching Cas, eyes curious and uncertain. He knew the terms of the deal, Dean could see it in his eyes. He was trying to figure out how Cas had summoned the Empty without being taken along with Billie.

“Yeah, so our feathery friend here is destined to be miserable for the rest of his life, or be taken by the Empty,” Dean summarized.

“What?” Sam asked.

“That’s not entirely accurate,” Cas said. Dean could hear the annoyance in his tone, and couldn’t blame him for it. But honestly he didn’t care. Cas could be as annoyed as he wanted. Dean was going to find a way to get him out of the deal. “The Empty said it would come and take me when I experience a moment of true happiness. I’m perfectly content to live in the range between miserable and true happiness. It’s not one extreme or the other, as Dean implied.”

Sam looked more confused than ever. “Wait, this has been a deal since Jack came back? You haven’t been happy at all since then?”

Cas sighed heavily. “Happiness and true happiness are not always the same thing. As I said, there’s entire range between misery and true happiness. Can we please focus on the real threat here? Chuck destroyed the entire world except for us. We need to do something.”

Sam didn’t look convinced, but he agreed, and Dean didn’t push the issue. He knew they had a bigger problem in Chuck, but he wasn’t about to let this deal get swept under the rug either. And if Dean knew anything about his brother, it was that he wouldn’t let it go. That was all Dean had been counting on.

—————

“Okay, but how does this plan break Cas’s deal with the Empty?” Dean asked, for what must’ve been the fourth time. Jack stood off to the side, staring at his hands, looking deep enough in thought that Dean wasn’t sure he was still paying attention. Cas was with Michael in the kitchen, and Sam was tapping his fingers impatiently on one of the blank pages of the book.

“I don’t know, Dean. We just have to figure out one thing at a time,” Sam said.

“That’s not good enough,” Dean snapped at him. He groaned, dropping back into the chair, head in his hands.

It was silent for a long moment before Sam spoke. “Dean, how exactly did Cas summon the Empty?”

Dean took a shaky breath, blinking back tears as he looked up at Sam. “He uh. He said that—that happiness wasn’t in having. Just in being—in saying. Sam, he,” Dean paused, taking a breath and closing his eyes before he continued. “He said he loved me. He said he loved me, and that—loving me, saying it, that was enough, I guess. His moment of true happiness, for the Empty to come to take him.”

Sam didn’t look surprised. He looked…scared? “What did you, uh. The Empty, it didn’t take him. What did you do or say to keep it from taking him?” Sam’s voice sounded pained, as if he dreaded the answer even as he asked the question.

“A lot of shit that I shouldn’t have,” Dean answered, eyes dropping to the floor, picking out a loose thread in the rug to stare at. “I couldn’t let him be happy. If he was happy, the Empty would take him. I said— Damnit, Sam. We have to break this deal. We have to get him out of this—“

“I know, I know, we will,” Sam cut him off quickly. He crossed the distance between them, leaning down to put his hands on Dean’s shoulders and look him in the eyes. “I know. We’ll figure it out.”

“I love him,” Dean choked out.

“I know,” Sam said again. It took Dean a moment to process what Sam had said.

“You—what?” Dean had only just pieced together what all of this meant. How the hell did Sam know? “How?”

Sam frowned, letting go of Dean’s shoulders to drag his chair closer, sitting in front of Dean instead of across the table from him.

“Remember when Chuck showed me the future? Our future, if we trapped him?” Sam asked. Dean only raised his eyebrows, silently telling Sam to continue because that small explanation made no sense. “Well, in it, we lost Cas. He took the Mark and it—You had to lock him in the Malach box.” He fell silent, and Dean was grateful for the moment to process what he was saying. He was fucking glad they didn’t trap Chuck, if that would’ve been the result. He had been scared about Cas taking the Mark, but—he’d thought Cas would be able to handle it. He was an angel. Surely he could’ve handled it better than Dean could.

Or it would’ve affected him worse because he was an angel. Either way, locking Cas in the Malach box—that would be worse than what they were dealing with now. At least now he still had Cas in his life, by his side. Even if he couldn’t be honest with Cas, he was there.

“Things got worse, everything snowballed,” Sam continued. “We both got turned into vamps. You killed Jody, Bobby killed me. It was—But it started then. From what I could gather, it all started when you had to lock Cas in the Malach box. Nothing was the same after that. You weren’t the same.” He paused, but Dean didn’t know what to say. “So yeah, Dean. I know.”

“I think I can do it,” Jack finally spoke, and Dean was grateful he didn’t have to., he sat up straighter, clearing his throat and wiping away tears that had fallen before tearing his eyes away from his brother and looking towards Jack.

“Yeah? What d’you got, kid?” Dean asked. He tried to make his tone sound unaffected, but was pretty sure he failed. Jack’s smile didn’t give anything away, though.

“If this plan works the way it should, I think I can make a deal with the Empty.”

“A deal?” Sam asked before Dean could.

Jack held his hands up in front of him. “Not for my soul, or yours or Cas. Not a deal any of us will have to pay. I think I can get us all out of this, and Cas free.”

—————

“This had better work,” Dean muttered under his breath.

“This is a stupid and unnecessary risk,” Cas said, his voice holding the same cold tone that had been more frequent as of late. Dean tore his eyes away from Cas when Sam held a beer out to him. “The Empty can’t collect on the deal, so what does it matter if it ever gets broken?”

“It just does!” Dean snapped at him. He stormed out of the room at the risk of saying any more. Jack had only just left with Chuck, powerless and weak, to go to the empty and try to swing a deal. Dean hoed beyond any kind of rational hope that a powered down former God was enough of a show of good faith for her to release Cas from their deal.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice called out behind him.

“I’m fine,” Dean said automatically.

“Yeah well I hope this works too. I’m tired of watching this,” Sam said. “You know you don’t have to yell at him, right? He didn’t have his moment of true happiness or whatever when we were all hanging out, or having movie nights, or playing stupid board games. You don’t have to be a dick just to keep him from disappearing.”

“I know,” Dean groaned. He rubbed a hand down his face, rubbing angrily at his neck before turning back to look at Sam. Before he could say anything, Jack reappeared over Sam’s shoulder, and Dean’s eyes widened at the bright smile on Jack’s face. “Well?”

“It’s done,” Jack answered.

“It’s over. No more deal?” Dean asked. He needed clarification. He needed to be sure. He heard footsteps, and glanced past Jack to see Cas, confusion laced with annoyance across his features.

“No more deal.” Dean could barely hear Jack’s words over the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. His determined stare never left Cas as he walked past Sam and Jack. The angel didn’t look happy about the news, or in any way like he cared at all.

He had believed Dean. After everything, after Purgatory, after years of relying on each other, of Dean needing him there. And Cas had believed the cold words he had spat out in a desperate attempt to keep the Empty from taking him.

That hurt worse than Dean would admit, but he pushed past it now. His hands fisted int he front of Cas’s coat, pulling him forward and pressing their lips together. He felt Cas freeze, and he didn’t move, didn’t pull back, only relaxing into the kiss when he felt tentative hands brushing his arms, one moving to lie against his chest. And in blissful perfection, the angel’s lips moved against his, pressing back, soft and uncertain.

Dean finally broke the kiss, knowing that more than needing this moment, he needed to say something. “I’m sorry, Cas. Everything I said before, when the Empty was going to take you—I didn’t mean any of it, I swear. I couldn’t let it take you. I love you. Of course I love you. I’m sorry, I couldn’t—“

“Dean,” Cas cut him off, and Dean finally took a breath, eyes registering the soft, hopeful smile stretching across Cas’s lips. “It’s okay.”

“It’s not,” Dean muttered, eyes dropping. He distantly heard Sam’s whispered tone and two pairs of retreating footsteps. “What I said—I’m so sorry, Cas.”

“It’s okay,” Cas said again. “You kept me here, with you. And we’re free—really, truly free now.” Then Cas’s lips were on his again, and maybe Cas was right. They were free, and more than that, they were free to be happy. That wasn’t a freedom Dean was every certain he’d be able to afford, but with Cas pressed against him, a strong and constant presence, he entertained the thought for the first time that maybe he could.

#destiel #fix it #yes another fix it #I have ZERO self control #I just want them to be happy

[myinconnelly1]

Not the Man I Know

Square Filled: Mind Control (kink)

Square filled: Damsel in Distress Ship: Michael!Dean x Myin;  Dean x Myin; Sam x Myin (Mentioned) Rating : Explicit Warnings: 18+ NSFW,  non!con; Dub!con; rape; angel Mind control; Grace abuse; reference Cheating, canon violence, canon gore Request: Hey, Uhm for your request: Maybe Mind control with Lucifer and/or Michael? Like they walk in to the reader getting dressed or showering and they try to have fun with her and mind control her into having hard sex with them?

AN:  This was everything that I hoped for and more.  I also used @impala-dreamer​ ‘s make me feel it challenge with the song Uninvited (fucking awesome song btw) Word Count: 2,021 Created for @spnkinkbingo. @spndarkbingo​

“How did you find me?”  Myin asked staring up at Dean’s face.

The pain in Myin’s shoulder was starting to fade as cold lightheadedness started to replace it.  She could feel her blood thrumming throughout her body and spots black out some of her vision.  Her breath was coming in gasps as she ran, knowing that trying to outrun the fit hunter was not a likely outcome.  She was going to need a back-up plan, assuming she didn’t just collapse.

“Please, that pathetic waste of space that this vessel calls a brother has been tracking your location.”  Dean’s voice was stiff and hard as he talked down on Myin.  Her body froze as recognition illuminated her face.  Michael.

“Myin!”  Dean was shouting her name from somewhere behind her in the forest.  She couldn’t spot, shouldn’t stop.  But she was getting tired.  There was no way that Michael had released his hold on Dean.  She knew this in her head.  Even if she had seen the familiar look in Dean’s face when she had cast her spell on him.  “Please, stop running.”

“What do you want?”  Myin’s hand reached for blindly for her gun, concealed behind the door.

“You know what I’m here for,”  Michael sneered, the expression so wrong on Dean’s face.  Her eyes widened then her fingers tightened around the grip of her pistol.

Myin fell face first into the dirt of the woods.  Exhaustion and loss of blood were taking her over.  She didn’t have much energy left, and Michael was probably right around the corner.  The spell had been accidental.  All these years with the Winchester brothers and she had stopped practicing what her father had taught her.  She was just glad she’d had the foresight to send her kids away while she was in hiding.  They wouldn’t be safe with her, not yet.  Her eyes closed, and her head turned limply against the cool earth.

Michael slammed the front door into her chest, sending her flying across the room and the gun flung back against her shoulder going off.  Myin screamed with agony as the nine millimeter round pierced cleanly through her shoulder.  You regained her awareness as Dean’s hand’s, Michael’s hand’s, gripped her arms and moved her to a kneeling position.

“You will give me what I want,”  He growled an inch from her face.  Her body quivered in fear and shock.  “I even chose to stay in this guise for you.” 

Myin hadn’t really given it any thought, but she noted now that Michael was wearing Dean’s clothes.  His flannel and jeans, as opposed to Michael’s more dandy suit and cap.

“Did you think it would impress me?”  She all but spat in his face.

“No, sweetheart,”  He fumbled with the word as if it was unfamiliar.  “That is what this pretty face would’ve called you right?  No I wore this in the hopes that you would be more receptive to my request.”

Myin stared at him numbly.  She knew what he wanted.  And she knew that she could never give it to him.  She could never betray her friends like that.  Sam especially.  She was here in hiding to keep Sam safe.

“Never,”  She growled.

“I guess I had expected you to say that,”  Michael closed the space between them and kissed her unceremoniously.  She was so stunned that she hadn’t been ready when he bit her lip hard enough to draw blood.

“Ow!” She cried as she pulled away as much as she could.

“Hm, I still don’t understand what these brothers see in you,”  He mused licking the blood on his lips.

“Myin?  Myin, wake up!”  Dean said as he shook her limp form gently.  She roused enough for panic to cross her face momentarily.  ‘No, no, no, no.  It’s okay, sweetheart.  I’m gonna save you.” 

Myin noted the tightness of bandaging on her shoulder where the gunshot wound was.  He had managed to stop her from bleeding out completely.  That didn’t seem like something that Michael would have done until after he had gotten what he wanted from her, unless she was going to die.  And while she felt pretty terrible, she didn’t think that she was that close to death’s door.

“Dean?  How?”  Myin muttered in confusion.

“You, I think whatever you did, send him away.  It brought me out,”  He was staring at her, concern etched his face.  “I think I did something horrible.  I think I killed Sam.”

Myin stared at Dean in disbelief.

“What?!”  Tears fell down her face as she thought about it.  It made sense that Michael would want Sam dead.  He was in the way, constantly causing issues for him using Dean.  And he stood between Michael and Myin.

“God, Myin.  What have I become?”  Dean looked down at his hands, which were shaking.

“It’s not your fault.  Michael was controlling you,”  She grabbed his hands.  “You can’t blame yourself.”

“But you do,”  Dean whispered.  “There is no way that you can prove to me otherwise.”

Myin didn’t hesitate.  She reached out and took Dean’s face in her hands, kissing him deeply.  It wasn’t the first time they had kissed, but Dean’s entire demeanor changed regardless.

“Neither of them recovered after what happened when Dean came back from Hell, you know?”  

Michael sounded like he was going into a long prepared speech.

“What?” Myin asked shock registering on her face briefly.

“Sam said he understood why you went to his brother, he could never blame you.  After all he was with Ruby.  But he never did forgive you.  And as for Dean, well let’s just say that I can still feel his love for you.  It hasn’t gone away, it wasn’t a one time thing,”  Michael’s voice dripped with malice.

“You don’t know what your talking about.  You have no idea what love feels like!”  She did spit in his face this time, unable to control her rage.

Michael loosed his grip on her injured shoulder and smacked her cheek with his open hand.

“Enough, you will agree to give me what I want,”  He squeezed her arm.

A light bulb went off in her mind.  He needed her permission.  Just like any angel, he needed permission to be inside her.  Even if it wasn’t possession.

“No,”  She grimaced with resolve.

Michael’s hand moved back to her injury.  And he pressed his thumb against the wound.  Myin’s eyes rolled up in her head in pain.

“Say yes.”  He growled, his lips practically against hers.

“Never.”  She barely finished getting the word out, before Michael crushed his fist around her wound.

Myin gasped, shuddered, clenched her teeth.  She refused to scream for his pleasure.

“Give in!”  Michael shouted, the wet of his lips on hers.  She panted as he clutched her harder.

“DEAN!!”  Energy surged through her body, knocking Michael away from her and sending all the items nearby to explode away from her in a wave.  Myin stood as well as she could, and bolted for the door, running for the woods.

Dean kissed her back fiercely, with a groan.

“Michael was right,”  He pulled away from her slightly and leaned his head against hers.  “I still want you.”

A last tear trickled down Myin’s cheek, before Dean eased her onto her knees and crouched behind her.  He kissed her neck, and her uninjured shoulder, as he pulled her pants and panties down.  Two of his fingers pressed into her eagerly as she heard his other hand fiddle with his belt and zipper.

Warmth permeated her skin, it wasn’t a familiar sensation, but Myin enjoyed it nonetheless.  She breathed deeply, as his fingers stroked her damp center, then he removed his fingers and she felt his cock pressed against her cunt.

“Let me in?”  Dean asked quietly.  Myin was caught off guard by the question, normally Dean didn’t stand on so much ceremony.

“Dean I want you.”  She whispered, wiggling her hips slightly.  The pain in her shoulder had ebb significantly and she felt stronger, but also almost drunk in the way that her ears and cheeks were warm.

“I need to hear you say it.  Say you want me inside of you,”  Dean’s voice was strained, with restraint Myin was sure.  Still something about this was bothering her.  Expect she felt so good, she didn’t want to be without him.

“Yes, I want,”   She gasped at the squeeze Dean gave her hip.  “I want you inside of me.”

Dean pressed into her at an agonizingly slow pace, until she felt his hips press against her backside.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,”  Dean’s voice was definitely not right, Myin realized as her head started to clear.  “I finally win.”

Michael.

He pulled out to the tip before slamming back into her completely.  Myin almost screamed in the sudden fullness.  She was screwed, but literally and figuratively.  The warmth that had been suffusing her body focused in her mind as the blue-white glow of Michael’s grace filled her being.

Myin had never felt so full in her life.  She felt stretched past her limits and tears fell from her cheeks again.  She realized Michael had healed her body to prepare for the onslaught of thrusts that he was now giving her.  Dean’s cock in her cunt slipping in her natural juices.

How had she been such a fool.  She should have known it was a trick.  He had told her that he needed her to make a child.  She assumed it was the only way that he felt he could defeat Jack.  

All she had to do was remain abstinent until Michael was gone.

She began to pant as her orgasm built slowly.  She didn’t want to cum because of Michael, even if it was Dean’s cock.  His use of the man’s anatomy was poor in comparison to Dean, but it was still good enough.

“Dean wants you to cum on his cock,”  Michael growled at your ear.  “He wants it even though he knows he isn’t in control of his body.  You humans are disgusting with all your bodily fluids and functions,”  Michael smacked her ass, in an almost Dean like fashion.  “Needing to get this man’s body inside of you to get what I need,”  He choked like he almost enjoyed it.

“If it’s so,”  Myin gasped as his hips missed the beat.  “So horrible, why do it?”

“Want you too much,”  Myin almost surfaced.  That was Dean’s voice, not Michael.

“Dean?”  She asked, hopeful.

“I’ve got you sweetheart,”  Dean reached a hand around and started to rub her clit.  “I think I beat him.”

“You,”  She sighed in pleasure as her orgasm started to crest.  “You have to pull out.”

Myin fell over the edge in orgasm.  Dean stuttered and started to pull out, but the grip of his hand on her hips redoubled and she knew Michael took over as he sunk his cock into her deeply.

“Just needed a little help figuring this body out,”  Michael’s lip curled as he held her against him.

“Hey!”  Sam’s voice echoed from somewhere behind Myin, and a sob of relief and guilt escaped her mouth as Michael dropped her onto her hands and knees.

“You’re too late.  I’ve got what I came for.”  And with that Michael left in a flutter of wings.  Myin fell to her belly in the dirt sobbing for the emotional abuse she suffered at the Angel’s hand, and for the betrayal of Sam’s love.  He would never understand, and she didn’t even know if she wanted to explain it to him.

Sam’s big hand found her body and she flinched slightly.  He pulled her clothes up gently then pulled her up into his lap to console her.

“Sam,  I’m so,”  Myin trailed off, not feeling the words she knew she needed to tell him.

“It’s okay.  I know,”  Sam rubbed his beard against the top of her head.  “You don’t need to be sorry for something that was out of your control.”

Myin couldn’t manage the strength to tell him that despite the horror of the situation, she had wanted Dean anyway.

@waywardbaby​ @destielhoneybee​ @snffbeebee​ @deangirl7695​ @spnbaby-67​ @maddiepants​ @tabrown2021​ @ladywinchester1967​ @woodworthti666​ @miraclesoflove​ @tumbler-tidbits​ @emilyshurley​ @akshi8278​ @mannls​ @wendibird​ @bobasheebaby​ @flamencodiva​ @theoneandonlymelol​ @chelsea072498​ @donnaintx​ @justsomedreaming​ @supernaturalenchanted​ @supersassyprobablysad​

#spnkinkbingo #mind control #NS*W #Trigger Warning #rape #dub!con #Non!con #Michael!Dean x Myin #Dean x Myin #Sam x Myin (Mentioned) #Canon Violence #Canon Gore #Grace Abuse #Angel Mind control #spndarkbingo

[mskinkyafro]

Until Then (RoD x OH Crossover)

A/N: I’ve been wanting to make a crossover fic for some time now and I’m excited to have written, planned, and created such backgrounds to interweave the two MC’s and their books together. This originally was only going to be a simple one-shot but over the last week and a half I spent writing, I’ve been inspired to make spin-off/continuation fics centered around these two MCs. I fell in love with their dynamics and I have to explore them more. Big thanks and shoutout to @jakemckenziesprincess for basically being my beta and making this a better, more concise, and great fic. 

Summary: Aunt and niece, Dr. Katrina Michaels and Chelsea Michaels reunite after years and find themselves bonding over the struggles and pain of forbidden romances.

Side Note: This fic takes place after the finales of both RoD and OH 1, and prior to beginning of OH. 

Implied Pairings: Logan x MC & Ethan x MC

A soft breeze rustles Chelsea Michaels’ brown, curly tresses, slowly pulling her out of her thoughts. She gazes out at the sight of a tranquil lake that typically is filled  with people on a summer day, but today she finds herself alone sitting on the hood of her car. She thinks of how she left the dual lives she was leading behind and now embarking on a whole new adventure. Although adjusting to life in Connecticut and proud of how far she’s grown in the last few months, a part of her lingers elsewhere. 

The sound of whimsical chiming interrupts her time of reflection and she looks down at her cell phone. She swipes on the screen and smiles as the image of a middle-aged man with dark brown skin and kind eyes just like hers appears.

“Hi, Dad!”

“Hi, Sweetheart!”

His eyes look tired, yet there’s still a smile that graces his face as he sees his daughter. Through the time she’s been gone, he’s evaluated his parenting and is learning from the mistakes. There’s still things he’d wouldn’t change but overall, he wished it all went differently. But he can’t change the past nor the pain his little girl went through. He can only be better moving forward.

“How’s the east coast treating you, Chels?

“It's been an adjustment, but good so far! The honor’s summer engineer program is amazing! It’s so much excitement, I’m still processing it all. I mean I can’t believe it’s already been a month since I left.”

“I can,” he interjects with a sad smile.

Chelsea pauses speaking and runs her hand through her hair as she looks away from her father’s  misty eyes.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know things between us are slowly...well you know--and you’re an adult now. But what can I say? I’m still struggling to see my baby girl all grown up.”

“Oh, Dad. I know...I know things were hard. I didn’t make it easier and I know we have a long way to go but we’ll get there. Besides, I may be getting the hang of this new routine but...well I mean it’s--”

He watches his daughter stutter and can see the lack of spunk she usually has. He cuts her off.

“Something’s off though, isn’t it?”

“How’d you know?”

“You forget. I’m your dad. I know when something is bothering you.”

She cracks a light laugh.

“I guess some things don’t change.”

“Me knowing what upsets my baby girl? Not a chance. So is it making friends? Because your old man had trouble meeting others when I first went to school.”

“No, my roommates are cool. And the other students in the program are nice. I really can’t explain it...it’s just I miss-- well I just...” she trails off and looks down at her phone screen. Her hazel eyes connected with her father’s and at that moment he knew what was upsetting her.

“I see.” he murmurs. His tone was a little rougher than he anticipated.

Chelsea briskly turns away from the screen and clears her throat. Her voice is tight.

“Thanks for checking in Dad. I’ll text you later. Love you. Bye.”

Chelsea ends the call before he can say anything else. He sighs to himself and rubs his hand over his face, frustrated. It was moments like this that he wished Nia was alive. Every day he missed his wife and although he managed to raise Chelsea through a challenging time, a girl still needs her mother. Not happy with how things were left he decided to call his sister. At times he didn’t know what to do, and when those times came, he would call his sister. Without any hesitation, he scrolled through his recent call list until his finger hovered over her name and pressed down on the screen. The dial tone rang three times before he heard a familiar, tired voice say,

“Dr. Michaels speaking.”

“I get it, you went to medical school so you’re the favorite between Mama and Pops,” he says with feign annoyance.

“Keenan, I’ll have you know I’ve been Mama and Daddy’s favorite without even having to become a doctor, thank you very much.”

“Sure, Kat. Keep telling yourself that.”

“Oh, I will. So what do I owe the pleasure of this call? It's been a minute since you’ve called. All I got was measly texts here and there.” Katrina says.

“You could’ve called me if you were missing my voice, Kat.”

“You know how busy I am, saving lives and all. You know, no biggie.”

Keenan scoffs and retorts.

“And me being a decorated detective in L.A. leaves me with an ample amount of time?”

“Who’s bragging about accomplishments now?” she teases.

“You know what? You ain’t no good.”

They two siblings laugh together, drowning out the other by their bellows of chuckles.

“But in all seriousness, are things okay? Is my niece okay? I’m sorry again I couldn’t make it to her graduation. I didn’t go into detail at the moment because of how stressed I was on my end, but I…almost lost my medical license.”

Keenan fumbles with his phone at the news before returning to his ear.

“Woah! Hold up?! What?!”

“Calm down, Keenan. The keyword is almost.”

“Kat, when I used to say ‘don’t kill anyone’, I was just teasing but now I’m starting to think I should’ve been serious.”

“Ha-Ha very funny. It's a long story but in the end, I won my case. Also, I got a promotion.”

“Well, that’s a complete 180. What a first year, I’m glad to hear you worked it out. And congratulations sis! I’m proud of you. So, Ms. Big-Shot what’s your new position?”

Katrina clears her throat before she mumbles.

“I, erm, got a spot as Junior fellow on the Diagnostic team. You know, the team that the Dr. Ramsey--”

“The team Dr. Ramsey is a part of. I know of it well. You forget how much you used to go on and on about how great this Ethan Ramsey was throughout your time in med school. You lived up to the annoying little sister in those moments more than when we were kids and you used to follow me around trying to measure my vitamin intake.”

“I was that bad, was I?”

“You were. But forget that, you’re working with your idol. Are you excited?”

“Well...having him as a mentor and other things has been quite the um-- experience. I can only imagine working with him on a new scale will be just as interesting.”

Keenan noticed a hesitation but didn’t press it.

“I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.”

“And to answer your previous questions, Chelsea’s doing great. She’s settled in Connecticut. In a town called Manchester, not too far from you I believe. And if I’m honest the last few months between me and her haven’t been the best. They were the worst.”

“What the hell? You two are like peas in a pod. What happened?”

Kennan sighs, “I rather let Chelsea tell you the details. It's mainly her story to tell. Speaking of, she’s why I called. I was hoping you can invite her up to visit you in Boston for a few weeks. I know her program is having a month-long break and from our last conversation,  I think she could use some woman to woman time.”

“Of course. Anything for my niece. Does she need a lift? Manchester is about two hours and with my student debt, a car is not a luxury I’ve invested in but one of my friends has--”

“Chelsea has one.”

“What?! No way. You finally taught that girl to drive? Much less bought her a car?!

Katrina couldn’t hide the disbelief in her voice. She knew after the passing of her sister in law her brother struggled with letting Chelsea onto the busy roads.

“You know after all that happened, I was worried that you might never--”

Keenan interrupts her again.

“No. I didn’t.”

“Oh? From a friend then?”

Katrina hears her brother suck in the air.

“You could say that.”

She doesn’t mention the way he sounded as he answered her.

“Well, in that case, tell her that I’d love for her to come visit. My roommates and I have an extra room she can stay in too. Tell her to meet me at Edenbrook in a few days whenever she gets her things together for a stay.”

“Thanks, Katrina. I think her spending time with you will help.”

“Her and me both.”

The two stay on the phone for a few more minutes before ending the call.

Before long a week passes and Chelsea finds herself five minutes away from one of Boston’s greatest hospitals, Edenbrook. She hadn’t seen her aunt in so long. Her being in medical school in the past years had cut down the amount of time she could visit. Chelsea parked her car in the visitor's parking lot and got out. Once out of the car, she brushes lint off her dark wash denim jeans, adjusts her red tube top and ties the laces on her white converse. As she pulls her hair up into a messy bun she looks in her sideview mirror. Approving what she sees she heads to the entrance of the hospital.

Once inside she’s taken aback by how large and modern the hospital is. After taking it all in she looks around the semi-quiet place in search of someone to help her find her aunt. And as if someone was reading her mind, an older man with a friendly smile noticed her uncertain expression and approached her.

“Do you need help, miss?”

Chelsea smiles gratefully.“Hi! I do. I’m here to see my aunt--”

“Oh is she a patient? If you go to the front desk a few feet in front of us--”

“Oh no. She’s a doctor here. Do you know her? Her name is Katrina Mich--”

“Ahh! Dr. Michaels! Of course, I do my dear. I’d be a terrible man if I didn’t remember the woman who saved my life. She’s made quite the name for herself here at Edenbrook.”

Chelsea was surprised to hear such news from this man but it made her happy nonetheless.

“Wow! I had no idea. It's been a while since I’ve seen her but I’m supposed to meet her right now.”

The man extends his hand and introduces himself.

“First, my dear. Hello, I’m Dr. Banerji.”

“Chelsea. Chelsea Michaels. Nice to meet you, doctor.” she says as she shakes his hand.

“Now that I have a better look at you, I can see the resemblance.”

“I get that from time to time. So, did you have any idea where she could be?”

“Well it's 6:00 pm now and her shift ended a little earlier so she’s probably at Donahues. It's that little Pub across the way.”

“Thanks!”

“My pleasure.”

Chelsea waves at the kind doctor as she walks back outside. As she walks closer to the bar, a man calls out, stopping her in her tracks.

“Hey there, what’s a pretty little thing like you doing all by herself?” he asks, his speech slurred.

Chelsea crinkles her nose in disgust and ignores the intoxicated man as she keeps walking forward. As she reaches for the handle to open the door, the man puts his hand on top of hers, and inches forward. The alcohol on his breath assaults her nose as he continues to speak.

“Hey, don’t be so cold. I’m just trying to get to know you.”

“Well, I don’t want to.”

Chelsea yanks her hand free and takes a few steps back to distance herself from the man.

“Come on, a beautiful girl like--”

“Exactly, A girl. I’m eighteen, creep.”

“Last time I checked, eighteen is legal, sweetie.” he attempts to reach out to grab Chelseas’s arm but is interrupted by a gruff voice.

“Is there a problem here?”

Chelsea turns around and behind her is a tall man in a gray sweater, possibly in his thirties, with piercing blue eyes and a stern expression on his face as he stares down the other man.

“Nope. Just having a friendly conversation.” the man replied, his speech slurred even more than before.

“Why don’t you stop making an ass of yourself and leave this young woman alone who is not interested in partaking in any conversation with you.” the man says as he takes a commanding step towards the drunk.

The drunk man steps away from Chelsea and begins to walk off, muttering under his breath. Once he’s a distance away from the pub, Chelsea turns to the stranger.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to get involved. If he got any closer, he would’ve ended up across the street. ” she says as she lifts her balled fist.

The man’s eyebrow lifted slightly, an amusement flash from his eyes as soon as it was there.

“That’s exactly why I intervened. We don’t need any more PITA patients. ”

“Pita? Erm, never mind, so you’re a doctor at Edenbrook?”

“ Yes. And you should run along. You’re a bit young, aren’t you Bambi?”

“Bambi?”

Right as she was going to question the man, he started to head inside, ignoring her confusion.

Inside, it's decently filled with  patrons but not overly crowded. The biggest gathering is a group of doctors sitting in the center talking and sipping their drinks casually.

As they stand by the entrance, Chelsea squints as she searches through the dim-lighted space. The man was beginning to question her but she spoke before he could get a word out.

“I’m here to find my aunt. I was told she’d be in here and I was supposed to meet her right now.”

She walks forward toward the group, with the stranger lingering behind.

“Who is your aunt--”

He’s cut off by Chelsea’s excited squeal.

“Auntie Kitty!”

Katrina startled by the almost forgotten name, looks up and smiles widely and gets up quickly from the table as her eyes land on her teenage niece.

“Seashell! How are you? Is it six already? I hope you had no trouble finding me.”

She says excitedly as she pulls her into a big hug.

“I’m great! And it’s no biggie, auntie. I got here in one piece. There was a slight hiccup outside this place, but I had it handle--”

“You called that handled, Bambi?”

Chelsea breaks away from Katrina and turns around to gesture to the man behind her who is hidden from Katrina’s view.

“I did. But your assistance was appreciated, Mr...I didn’t get your name.”

Before he could answer, Katrina speaks as she moves closer to the two.

“Dr. Ramsey.”

“Rookie.”

His eyes bore into Katrina’s and the two stare at each other for a while, almost for too long. As Chelsea stood between the two, she noticed a spark between her aunt and Dr. Ramsey. It was so visible she felt as if she was intruding on something intimate, something only for the two of them. She clears her throat, bringing the two back into reality.

“I didn’t realize you two knew each other,” Chelsea says, her eyebrow quirked at the two.

“Rookie here has been a colossal pain in my ass this past year.”

Chelsea could hear the touch of fondness in his voice despite the words he used.

“What happened to being Edenbrook’s brightest, Ethan?”

He rolls his eyes and barely hides a smile. He turns to Chelsea.

“Please tell me big egos don’t run in your family, Bambi or is it strictly exclusive to her.”

“Wait--Bambi? How’d you give my niece a nickname already?”

He shrugs as a man in a wheelchair rolls up toward the three. He faces Chelsea and extends his hand out. Ethan takes this time to excuse himself from the two women.

“Bambi, Rookie.”

Katrina watches him retreat to the bar as Elijah introduces himself to Chelsea, waving the others to come do the same.

“Hey, I’m Elijah Greene. One of your aunt’s roommates, best friends, co-workers, and partners in crime. You know, the entire package.”

“Chelsea Michaels. You all, partners in crime?” she asks with a laugh.

“Oh, Elijah is just exaggerating. I’m Sienna Trinh, nice to meet you.”

A petite Asian woman steps up next to greet Chelsea. Soon, a Black woman, a Polynesian man, an Indian woman, and a Porteguese man follow suit. Kat points at each one and introduces everyone to her niece.

“Aurora Emery.”

“Bryce Lahela”

“Jackie Varma.”

“Rafael Aveiro”

Jackie then turns to Sienna and says, “Elijah has a point. I mean we’ve done some questionably legal things.” Her eyes land on Katrina.

Brye chimes in, “Are you a criminal mastermind like Hotshot over here, Chelsea?”

Chelsea rubs her arms shyly. She stammers a bit before Rafael interjects.

“I wouldn't be surprised if she was.”

“Enough teasing, you two,” Katrina says.

The group laughs as Katrina’s eyes her niece skeptical as she notices her sudden quiet and skittish behavior. Looking her over she finally notices the colorful pattern of pink flowers surrounded by tendrils of blues on Chelsea’s right arm. Staring the teen down, Kat’s voice interrupts all of the side conversations.

“What the hell is on your arm, Chelsea?! Don’t tell me what I think that is!”

Immediately the rest of the friends look toward her arm and look back towards Katrina. Curious to see her in such a parental role.

“In that case, it’s definitely not a tattoo.” Jackie murmurs sarcastically.

“Not helping, Jackie.” Sienna says as she elbows the woman.

Chelsea nervously looks at her tattoo and rubs it absentmindedly.

“So, this is one of the new things that’s happening with me.”

“It has to be fake. One of those semi-permanent tattoos that last a month, right?” her aunt asks insistently.

Her niece avoids eye contact and looks to one of the others, hoping to get a little help.

Elijah chimes in, “You know, I think it looks really badass. Not everyone can rock a whole sleeve tat.”

Katrina glares at the man and he raises his hands in mock defeat. Before she can lay more into her niece Aurora speaks up.

“I was pegging you as a goody-two shoes like your aunt here. You both have the miss congeniality vibe but clearly there’s more to you.”

“I don’t mean to pry but we heard something about this past year has been crazy for you, but I’m thinking that it's crazier than imagined.” Rafael says.

Chelsea shrugs her shoulders and grabs a nearby chair to sit in.

“That’s one way of putting it. This tattoo is nothing compared to the other things that happened. I can’t talk about much because well-- to answer your question, they for sure dance on the line of legality.”

Katrina crosses her arms over her chest.

“Oh boy, how illegal are we talking?.”

Everyone shuffles a little closer to Chelsea, wondering what’s about to come out of her mouth. 

She coughs out “Like...I don’t know, I may have been a part of a crew that may have stolen approximately in total ten million dollars worth of cars.”

There was silence before everyone started talking over the other, however not much longer Katrina’s voice overwhelmed the others.

“What the fuck?! You did, what?!”

Chelsea leans forward and points her finger at her aunt.

“Allegedly.”

“Allegedly my ass! How did you…” her aunt tried to ask but Bryce cut in.

“Woah! Okay so that’s some next level, Fast & the Furious shit. The lives of teenagers nowadays. When I was in high school, the craziest experience was on prom night.”

“Prom. Now that was quite the time. I can tell you must have had some wild ones, Meathead.” Jackie teases.

The others get caught up in reminiscing about their prom days that it gave the two Michaels women time to chat briefly.

“Okay, so now that I’ve digested all of this. All I can say is wow. I’m going to need details later on though.”

“So how mad are you?”

“I’m not mad, I’m concerned. Plus, I can’t have you be the one to freak your dad out,, that’s my job.” she jokes.

The two chuckle and are back to the main conversation when Sienna asks.

“What about you, Katrina? How was your prom? I bet you were Queen.”

“Is it that obvious? I was, but it wasn’t a glorious reign. After the crowning, during the royal first dance, the King got too handsy so I stepped on his foot and caused him to crash into the snack table which split hawaiian punch all over the DJ booth.”

Everyone laughs and Kat’s retelling and Elijah then asks Chelsea,

“So how was your prom, Chelsea? Was it more on the normal side? Handsome date, tux, corsage  the usual set up.”

Hearing Elijah’s question sends flashes to Chelsea’s head of that night with Logan. How surprised she was to see him at Riya’s door. From the magical way it was being so intimate with him to the dangers that were awaiting them after. She shakes her head and gives a simple answer.

“It was fine. Nothing out of the ordinary.”

Her aunt raises an eyebrow at her niece but the expression is lost due the growls that roared over the conversation. With a blush on her cheeks, Chelsea speaks.

“I guess it’s time for dinner.”

“My stomach seemed to agree as well.”

Katrina holds out her arm and Chelsea gets up from her chair, links her own arm into Kat’s and  smiles at her.

“McDermots?”

“You know me so well.”

The two say their goodbyes to everyone as they made their exit, Chelsea looked back to make sure Katrina followed and she caught once again her aunt exchanging heated glances with Ethan. She noted to herself to ask more about the two.

“Auntie Kitty, you good?”

With a nod, the Michaels women left Donahues and headed toward Chelsea’s car.

As they approached the bright neon pink 2015 Stuttgart 999 Widow, Katrina’s gait slowed down.

“You’re kidding? This is your car?! There’s no way my brother cosigned on this baby, even though she’s gorgeous.”

She slowly rubs her hand over the hood of the car.

“He didn’t. It was a gift from a friend.” Chelsea says quickly as she unlocks the doors and gets into the driver’s seat and starts the ignition.

The hum of the engine shook Katrina from her inspections and she entered the passenger seat, failing to keep her shock off her face. As Chelsea pulls out of the parking lot and cruises down the road, Katrina’s eyes lock on a picture strip that hangs on the visor. In it, she saw different poses of the same couple. Chelsea and some young man with chocolate brown skin, dark hair with a matching beard. In each photo, the two were pressed together smiling or laughing and in the last still, the two had their foreheads pressed against the other as their lips were inches apart.

“Who’s that?”

Chelsea looks up to what her aunt points at and mentally curses for not hiding the photo.

“He’s...he’s no one.”

Concerned at a cold response, she pressed further.

“I doubt it. He looks like someone important. And you look important to him too,”

Chelsea presses on the gas pedal and Katrina holds her door handle as the car begins to accelerate faster and faster.

“ Looked. E-d as in past tense. Either way, it doesn’t matter.” she replied sharply.

“One, watch the attitude and two, slow down. And clearly, it does.” Katrina chides.

With her patience running thin and out of frustration, Chelsea veers off to park in an empty spot on the side of the road with a harsh brake. The two jolt forward and then back into their seats.

“Drop it!” She squeezes the steering wheel tightly, ignoring the crazy look her aunt was giving her. In a small voice, she continues.

“...Please.”

A tense silence fills the air as they sit momentarily. After a few minutes, she pulls back into traffic and sighs.

“It all started with my clumsiness and not watching where I was going.”

An hour passed as the two found themselves out on the balcony of Katrina’s apartment looking over the city. Katrina sips slowly on a glass of wine as she leans onto the rail next to her niece. The lights below them dazzle into the night. Chelsea breaks the silence.

“I’m sorry about earlier.”

“Now I forget you’re grown up now so I really can’t pull the ‘I’m the adult’ card but just don’t get used to raising your voice at me.”

“Of course, but--”

Katrina waves her hand dismissively.

“I shouldn’t have pushed too far. I’m the one who’s sorry.”

Chelsea shoots her small smile and she shakes her head in disagreement.

“I appreciate it, but it still isn’t an excuse for me to lash out.”

She then pulls her scrunchie out her bun and runs her fingers through her curls as she continues.

“Talking about Logan, just thinking about him at times is hard. Many would brush it off as a whirlwind romance or young stupid love, but I know they’re wrong. Deep down-- deep down what we had is real. Well, it was.”

She wanders from the railing and sits down, her back against the windowpane.

“I know I have my whole future to look to. I know there will be other guys but then again I don’t want there to be anyone else. And I don’t want my future to not have Logan in it. What can I say? I love him. I love him so much.” she admits, her eyes glisten at the weight being lifted off her heart.

Katrina sets down her glass as she crouches closer to her niece and holds her close, rubbing soothing circles on her back. A quiet cry flows out as she sits in the arms of Katrina. She whispers into the crying teen’s ear.

“It’s okay. Love is beautiful and at times, a painful thing. Especially when it’s your first love. I know it seems like--”

Through sobs, Chelsea chokes out.

“That’s the issue though! This wasn’t some typical boy meets girl. This was special! Right now he’s out there-- somewhere and I’m missing him so much, wondering if he’s safe. Secretly hoping he didn’ forget me. This hollowness that’s settled is suffocating me. I feel so incomplete. In my mind, only one person can make me whole again. No one seems to understand that. Do you know what it’s like to want someone so bad but can’t be with them? Because if you can’t then I don’t want to hear some patronizing--”

Katrina lets go of her niece so that she’s looking directly in her eyes. As she cuts her off.

“You’re not the only one.”

Chelsea wipes her eyes as her aunt turns away to look out to the city skylight.

“You feel like you’ll drown under these intense emotions. No matter how hard you try, every thought leads back to him. When the wind lightly caresses your skin, you remember the way he’d kiss you softly. And it takes everything in your power not to run to them, risk it all just to have their love even though everything points to why you can’t be together. So yes, I know exactly how you feel.”

She turns back to find Chelsea’s eyes glue onto her.

“It’s him, isn’t it. Dr. Ramsey.” Chelsea whimpers.

Her aunt scoots closer to the teen and rests her head on top of hers.

“Yeah. Ethan and I...well it’s complicated.”

“I could tell. You both stop when around the other, you forget anyone else is even near.”

“I never thought the man I looked up to would become my colleague, much less someone I’d care so deeply for.”

Chelsea traces small patterns on her jeans as she asks.

“Are you sure you two can’t work something out?

“At the moment, no. There are too many variables. Politics of the hospital, gossip, my reputation, the list goes on.” she sighs.

“So there’s two Michaels women shit out of luck in the romance department?”

“Misery loves company. You see, we’re victims of circumstances and fate’s misfortune. We were dealt a shitty hand and this part of life folded.”

The two sit in small silence, letting the hums of street life surround them. Not too long Chelsea speaks.

“Will it ever get better? How do we cope?”

Katrina reaches to grasp her niece’s hand and squeezes.

“ With time, it will. To cope is another battle within itself. I think for that, we have to do something slightly dangerous.”

Chelsea lifts her head, forcing Katrina to lift her own and look down at the teen.

“What’s that?”

“Hope. Hope that one day that our loves still have a chance. To believe that in time, they’ll come back to us.”

Chelsea takes in what her aunt says and with no hesitation latches herself onto the older woman, hugging her tight.

“Thank you.”

“No, thank you. It's nice to have someone who understands.”

“It is.”

The two sat there in their embrace, filled with a new kindle of optimism that only lingered before.

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Oh, the Irony (Crowley x Female!Reader)

Summary: Y/n is a hunter from America who comes to London to ask the demon, Crowley for help.

Fandom: Good Omens, Supernatural, slight Doctor Who

Warnings: Fluff, minor swearing

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LONDON, TEN YEARS BEFORE THE END OF THE WORLD

After the Antichrist had been placed and the angel, Aziraphale, and the demon, Crowley, had decided to both watch over Warlock, the two celestials often found themselves in each other’s company more and more than the past 6000 years put together. It was during this time when Crowley found himself parked outside of Aziraphale’s bookshop for one of his annual visits. As he waltzed inside as if he owned the place, the angel was already on him with a desperate look in his eye.

“I think there’s an American hunter in the back room of my shop.”

Crowley’s steps stutter only momentarily before he eyes Aziraphale through his glasses with a snarl, “Are you sure?”

“Positive. She came in asking about an ancient book on spells that I couldn’t help but notice had everything to do with demon hunting,” when Crowley’s eyes passed on a brief look of betrayal behind his shades, Aziraphale nearly huffed, “Don’t give me that look! Why wouldn’t I have a book like that?”

“Fair point,” Crowley muttered, though he wouldn’t be letting that go anytime soon, “And she’s still here?”

“Of course she is. She suspects something now,” Aziraphale sighed in defeat while staring at the rug beneath his feet, “I’ve been told by the British Men of Letters that the American hunters are worse than ours. They’re relentless, stubborn, unorganized, and cannot be controlled.”

“Sounds like my kind of people if you ask me. And since when were you pen pals with the British Men of Letters?” Crowley nearly snarled at the idea of those controlling bastards, having not crossed one since 1973. Long story short, but they interrogated him after the death of some author named J.R.R. Tolkien or whatever. They didn’t exactly find it a coincidence that the author who had written a prophecy using the words ‘Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky, Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, Nine for Mortal Men, doomed to die, One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne’ just happened to die in the year of the reversed order of that prophecy, 1-9-7-3. It was obviously Crowley’s fault, as he had a thing for irony. Aziraphale still hasn’t forgiven him for that one.

“I have someone on the inside,” the angel admits as they start walking to the back of the store again, “She’s this way.”

Crowley didn’t even need Aziraphale’s instruction to know his way around the bookshop as he found himself walking ahead of the angel, crossing a corner and stopping short of the room at the sight of a young woman lounging unproperly over Aziraphale’s fainting couch, her legs crossed over each other as they rest on the armrest, putting her full weight on her elbow as she sits up to take a sip of tea from the small teacup that belonged undoubtedly to Aziraphale.

Crowley cautiously walked into the room, his friend now right behind him as the angel squawked at the appearance of the woman, giving the demon all he needed to know that this was not how Aziraphale left her.

She must have been tied up at one point unless Aziraphale had a current obsession for rope as a spool of it lied over a small chair in the corner of the room. With the woman now free and currently using the angel’s precious teacups, she sighs as if she had expected them and sat up properly this time, looking straight into their eyes.

“I believe it was Fyodor Dostoevsky who said, ‘I say let the world go to hell, but I should always have my tea.’“

Crowley was intrigued, to say the least after he realized he couldn’t take any more steps towards the female hunter. Once he discovered that his feet couldn’t move, Crowley followed the woman’s proud eyes and looked up at the ceiling to see a Devil’s Trap written onto the wooden boards with fresh, white paint dripping from the thicker parts of the lines. Aziraphale sees the trap at the same time Crowley does, and the angel is appalled and shocked, “How did you-?”

“You’re a fast one,” Crowley comments as he looks back down at the woman with a small smirk.

“Don’t flatter yourself. Normally, I’d say you Brits are so slow with all your scheming and small-talk that I was able to set a trap for you and make a cup of tea for myself while I wait, but seeing as you two are technically not Brits, I guess I’ll save my breath,” the woman smiles while setting down her cup in its respectful saucer.

“I thought Americans like coffee?” 

“Not this one. This girl likes her tea and a fair share of demon-killing.”

“Well, lucky for me, my friend here isn’t a demon,” Crowley’s grin just widens, looking at Aziraphale to expectedly step out of the trap and attack the intruder.

“Lucky for me, your friend here can’t hurt a fly,” the woman quips back, “And even if he could,” Aziraphale’s face drains when the woman’s jacket sleeve suddenly moves and lands a long, silver blade into her awaiting hand, and even Crowley’s eyes had widened under his glasses at the sight of it.

“An Angel Blade,” Crowley muttered underneath his breath.

“How did you find such an artifact?” Aziraphale squeaked in utter fear, his eyes never leaving the weapon.

“When’s the last time the two of you took a vacation to America? We have plenty of these bad boys in our possession now. Hell, I know a guy who even has a grenade launcher!”

“Darling, I’m pretty sure you’re not here to brag about your collection of weapons back home in the Land of the Shithole, so if you’re gonna kill me then do it already,” Crowley hissed.

“Actually, Crowley,” his eyebrows shoot up at his name, the woman now standing up and setting her teacup aside, “I’m not here to kill you. I’m here because I need information from you. Normally, I’d ask for help, but seeing as that’s not your division as a demon, I knew I had to set up a trap in order to make sure you don’t go doing anything stupid behind my back.”

“Fast and smart,” Crowley kept finding himself smiling and shoves his hands into his pockets, lazily leaning back and looking at Aziraphale, “She’s good.”

“What exactly do you want?” Aziraphale stutters, side-eyeing a glare at his friend beside him.

“I want a favor. One that doesn’t involve me signing anything or giving up my soul anytime soon,” the woman’s face turns grim, eyes darkening as she appears hesitant. Crowley discovers that he does not like that look on her at all as she begins to explain, “I have some... friends back at home. They’re in trouble and this is the only way I know how to help them. Sam and Dean Winchester, you may have heard of them?”

“Briefly,” Aziraphale answered.

“Unfortunately,” Crowley muttered.

The woman glares at the demon before continuing, “Well, they’re trying to find a weapon. Something you might be able to help me find. The sword of the Archangel Michael. If we find the sword, maybe things go back to the way it was. My friends won’t be on every demon, angel, and monster radar there is out there and maybe I won’t have to live in constant fear that they might be killed.”

“Then why not ask for this angel’s help?” Crowley nudges Aziraphale, “Ask him to go and snatch it off of Michael’s desk why don’t you.”

“I couldn’t even if I wanted to,” Aziraphale snapped back, “Because that sword is missing. The angels don’t have it.”

“That’s why you are going to help me find it,” the woman chirps happily, “Unless you want me to start speaking Latin and you can say goodbye to that Doctor Who body of yours.”

Crowley rolled his eyes underneath his glasses. If only he had a nickel for everytime he heard that one.

“Alright, love,” Aziraphale’s head whips around at the demon in protest as he watched Crowley bring a hand out towards the woman, “We are in agreement. I help you find your shiny stick and you won’t discorporate me,” the woman smiles and reaches for his hand. When she grabs it and they shake on it, Crowley grins and only pulls her closer while quickly hissing out, “And in exchange, you help my friend and I stop Armaggedon.”

The woman snaps her hand away, gasping as if she had been shocked and Crowley only laughs maniacally, “Now do you have a name or am I supposed to call you ‘sweetheart’ for the remainder of this partnership?”

And that’s how Crowley first met you a decade before Armaggedon.

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LONDON, THREE YEARS BEFORE THE END OF THE WORLD

The first maybe two years of Y/n and Crowley’s partnership was rough, to say the least. Neither trusted the other, and both were very secretive as to what new information they might have found out about the other’s interests. Of course, it didn’t take long for them to find Michael’s sword and help Y/n’s friends in America, but she had made a deal, and so not long after that, she left America again to help Crowley out with his little problem. Sam and Dean worried for her, but after some time Y/n had, dare she say it, learned to trust the demon over the next few years and so she would always tell the Winchester brothers not to worry over their shared phone calls.

Y/n had actually grown accustomed to living in a flat in London, with a steady job and a network of British hunters working in her favor. Living just down the street from Aziraphale’s bookshop, Y/n found herself spending her time there more times than not. At first, the angel was weary of the female hunter, but over time they actually grew to like one another and enjoyed their tea time every Wednesday, which only drove Crowley and Y/n to hang out more and eventually they became friends. In fact, over time --and I know I’m saying that a lot-- they became more than friends and soon enough Y/n found herself fully moved into Crowley’s apartment. If only Sam and Dean could see her now.

Their relationship took a turn, to say the least. Their first quarrel was over the death of J.R.R. Tolkien. After they exchanged stories about the British Men of Letters, Crowley just so happened to mention the author’s death and Y/n became furious because as it just so happens, Tolkien was her favorite author. Aziraphale bore witness to the couple’s first ever argument, and it was entertaining for the most part as the angel describe the fight to resemble an old married couple. When the fight left Crowley on the couch that night, --and don’t ask why a mere human was able to ban a demon from his own bed. Crowley could still see the scratch marks of the Devil’s Trap just above the bedroom door along with the marks of a salt line scattered all around the bed-- the demon had asked Aziraphale for help in making it up to Y/n. The next day, Y/n was given the first edition, signed copy of the Hobbit.

“All I’m saying is that I haven’t had a real burger in what feels like an eternity,” she argued one evening to her demon boyfriend while they sat on the couch, “If someone, let’s say someone with wings, was nice enough to miracle one up for me, then I would be forever grateful to him.”

“How about you shut up for one bloody moment and stop trying to waste my precious magic on petty American food,” Crowley snapped back while pretending to read. As if he looked like someone who would, and she knew it.

“Says the man who miracled up his glasses yesterday after leaving them at home,” Y/n eyed him knowingly.

“You know I can’t be seen in public without them!”

“Actually, I’m pretty sure you can miracle normal humans into seeing you with human eyes if you wanted to without breaking a sweat, so I call bullshit,” she huffs while crossing her arms.

Crowley even flashed said eyes at her while growling, “Believe what you want, I need to hide a few things about myself so I blend in around here. In case you forgot that I’m a creature that you’ve hunted for more of your supernatural life.”

Y/n’s eyes soften and her shoulders even sink down as she sighs in defeat, “Okay, sorry. Sometimes I forget.”

Crowley narrows his eyes at her, but his eyebrows betray him as they shoot up in surprise. Has he literally done so well at acting human that he’s even fooled his girlfriend, a woman who hunts monsters using spells and guns? Did she honestly forget he had wings and snake eyes? Did he actually succeed in being human that he’s fooled everyone including those closest to him?

“Am I seriously that normal to you that you forgot about what I am?” He voices such thoughts, his tone soft and unsure.

She smiles back, aware of his insecurities while leaning forward to touch the tattoo on the side of his head, “Did you forget what I do for a living? Even the craziest things in the world have become a normal for me. I’m used to all of it. You’re human enough for me, you know.”

She didn’t have to say another word as Crowley suddenly reaches for her, causing her to laugh as he pulls her into his lap and starts devouring her face with kisses. Her laughs are silence when his lips finally reach hers and they stay like that, kissing and holding onto one another for so long, Crowley was sure that when they’d part, it would already be the end of the world. And maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“Alright, love,” Crowley mutters into her lips, “I’ll get you that burger.”

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(Part 2)

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Holy Hands

Fandoms: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!   Not Rated Graphic Depictions Of Violence F/M, Other Complete Work

Chapter List

Chapter 38

Lucifer was faster than Michael, and without any backup it was his only advantage. The angel wasted no time trying to run him through, as he had wanted to do for millennia, but Lucifer was already behind him. His wings provided a vertical battlefield the grounded angel couldn't reach.

Michael swung with fury, but Lucifer moved with precision. Michael dodged with speed, but Lucifer struck with purpose. It was mere minutes they fought through an obvious stalemate, but it felt like decades. This was the end of the roads they'd both chosen, always destined to oppose each other.

The only significant difference between them was Michael was expected to win. Every angel in the Celestial Realm expected it, Lucifer's own father had planned it.

Even Lucifer knew deep down he couldn't face Michael alone. He was too weak from his fall, his lack of human influence, his years of stress and heartache. He was too weakened by his cursed life to assume he could defeat someone still fresh and in the Father's favor.

The years had humbled him, his humiliation was so thorough and absolute it felt as if it were the true reason he was created.

But as Michael started to gain an edge, as Lucifer felt himself losing ground. He knew he was still their best bet. If he didn't defeat Michael, his brothers didn't stand a chance. Even United they'd never matched Lucifer's power and skill. It's how he managed to keep them in check for all those lifetimes.

For the Devildom, for the demons who were driven from it, for his brothers. He couldn't afford to lose this one.

So when Micheal swung his sword in customary fighting form, Lucifer showed no etiquette. He used no tact or grace, he used claws and teeth and threats. Anything for the edge, anything to frighten Michael into weakness. Perhaps he'd be too scared to fight, if he knew what the devil really looked like.

But Lucifer was growing slow, and his wings were large and unprotected. They were once an asset, but now they were the perfect weakness.

Lucifer hardly even saw as Michael faked a left dodge and immediately darted back. One hand holding his sword, thrown out for balance. The other reaching for Lucifer's neat black feathers. His fist grasping the soft appendage roughly, a dirty tactic for an angel.

Lucifer's cry of shock was like a fox's. Loud, haunting, and just off from being recognizable as human.

He hit the ground hard when Micheal threw him. His weight and height were his downfall. He was getting to his feet practically the next instant, but it wasn't fast enough. Michael pressed a metal boot to the center of Lucifer's chest, pinning him to the soft ground.

No.

Failure was not an option. He had his family, the fate of the Devildom, if he lost then no one would be spared. Michael would slaughter every demon, every ally they'd gathered. They'd be worse than dust without Lucifer.

MC would never know what happened to them.

Michael pointed the tip of the Celestial sword to Lucifer's chest, but he didn't stab. He grinned madly as he dragged the blade over the cloth of his shirt. Tearing it easily and slicing the flesh beneath.

"Does it hurt to be carved like a roast old friend? Corrupting innocent humans and seducing them to do your bidding is your crime, and I think this is barely any punishment for something so heinous."

Lucifer would not grimace against the pain. If he were to die, if all hope were to be lost, he would at least hold onto the one thing he'd kept through the years of struggling and suffering.

His forsaken pride.

He held his breath and made no movement as Michael made sliced veal of him. Sick enjoyment twisting his features as he worked.

"Look, the star bleeds just like a pig. Fitting since you'll die like one Helel!"

Lucifer would not comment. But he allowed himself an internal complaint. A whine that even sounded pathetic in his head, the plea of why Michael couldn't just finish it already. He knew this feeling of blackness creeping at the edges of his vision. The feeling of sickness curling in his chest like smoke and the world beginning to spin.

He was almost grateful as he lost consciousness.

0Michael watched the life drain from Lucifer's face as his eyes fluttered closed beneath him. For a blissful moment he believed the bastard actually died from the torture. Of course he'd be too stubborn to just go quietly. With a sigh Michael raised his sword.

Bringing the wide arch down his heart almost stopped when his swing was interrupted by a sharp clang.

Before him stood a warrior he wasn't familiar with. Their stance was strong and practiced, and they blocked his swing with a sword identical to his own. Taking a step back, and consequently off the fallen Lucifer, he got a better look at the stranger.

Their hair curled lightly on their brow. They stood strong and straight against the ground, over the unconscious body like a guardian angel. Their hands, small and calloused, gripped their sword in front of them prepared to defend themself. Their eyes held the seraphim's gaze with dignity and without hesitation.

They were like a mural, standing with the lights of the realm dancing in their hair, shining off the sweat on their temple. No armor or wings but angelic none-the-less stood his MC.

"MC! You're supposed to be hiding on Earth. Get out of here before you get hurt." MC held their ground.

"I was on Earth, but I wasn't hiding." They said coldly. They stood with their feet far apart and one hand thrown out to the side for balance. Sword raised in a manner both threatening and protective of their face and body.

They'd been training.

0MC tried not to look at their unconscious lover as he slept on the ground. Their suspicion had been correct, the bow had become a sword not a shield. That meant they'd have to fight.

Taking the offensive they lunged forward, using their weight in their attack. Michael was caught off guard but recovered quickly, blocking MCs attack and continuing to play defense.

"I won't attack you MC, you don't know what you're doing."

"Oh really?" They chased him around a corner and whipped around to slice again. "Because it looks like I'm about to chop you in half." They gloated. Michael almost laughed.

"The only reason you're still alive is because I'm so merciful." He chuckled as if fighting MC was equatable to racing a small child and letting them win.

"I know, but nonetheless we're still doing this" they were starting to pant now. They only had to keep it up for a little while.

"It's actually hilarious." He breathed.

"Me trying to fight you?" They guessed as they swung, burying the sword into a wall before pulling it out and continuing their assault.

"No, the fact that Lucifer's fallen so far" his sword blocked MCs and they stayed locked there as he looked at them directly. "To need to be rescued by a human."

MC had promised themself they wouldn't rise to any of Michaels taunts. But they'd circled back so the spot where they'd left Lucifer was behind Michael. Over his shoulder MC saw shapes moving, air shifting, they knew what it meant, they'd lived with him after all. They'd promised they wouldn't talk back, but that was when Micheal was addressing them. This time he'd disrespected Lucifer.

With a shove, so purposeful and sudden it surprised the angel, MC knocked his sword arm back over his head.

"I'm not here to rescue him" their tone was low as a whisper and deadly as a cobra. They pressed the tip of their sword to Michaels throat, keeping his hands above him.

"I'm here to distract you."

At that very moment MC dropped to the floor for cover. Michael was confused for only a heartbeat before a force like a freight train came from behind him. Knocking him over MCs head and into the wall they'd embedded their sword in.

Lucifer folded his wings back to his sides and held out a hand to help the human up. He wanted to scold them for stepping in, to tell them he hadn't needed their help and they shouldn't have been anywhere near the fight.

But they'd saved his life. Again.

He was over telling them what they could and couldn't do. Every time he did they just proved him wrong. And he hoped they never stopped.

#obey me! #obey me fanfic #Holy Hands

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Discord Chat: The Ritual

SUMMARY: Zatanna, Jesse, and Dean help the angels of New York restore balance to the city with one final, heartbreaking spell. This chat takes place during our last event: Sin City. TRIGGERS: Gore, Angst, Trauma, Pain WRITTEN WITH: @ofwarriors, @babydontpreach, @ofallenangel, @ofgoldenangel, @ofdeans, @celestialsariel, @divinecreaturc

ZATANNA: She didn't want to do this at the shop. Didn't need the memories or the trauma to linger around like a restless ghost. So, she rented a warehouse by the docks and had Michael send the call. There was no going back now. She sighed as she finished drawing the rest of the sigils on the concrete floor. "That should do it. Jesse, how are we coming along with everything else?" she asked as she checked the clock. Timing and moon placement were going to be important. She had a hunter, Dean Winchester, coming in with the final ingredient. She didn't know him well, but she wanted to believe he wouldn't let her down knowing the urgency of her situation. She turned to Michael and Gabriel. "We're almost done with set up," she promised. "Have the others arrived?"

Michael: He finished drawing the sigils on the other side of the room before meeting Zatanna in the middle. He could tell a lot of complicated work went into devising just the right combination of enochian, magi, and voodoo elements into this artwork. "I sent out the call," he nodded to her. "They should be here shortly. Do you have everything that you need?" he asked as he looked at the magician and the priest.

Jesse: Was just finishing up a protection spell, it did little good to use all this magic for something else to go wrong as he looked around ensuring he truly had all the ingredients that would be needed smiling softly "Great, I just read the protection spell which should lock out anything for interrupt your reading, and I've gotten most of the ingredients we needed save for the monster heart and well...the wings" he winced a bit at the words but it needed to be done. 

Gabriel: looked around the warehouse ensuring they hadn't missed anywhere that could result in horribly. He needed something to take his mind off the fact they were all there to not only end this issue but to take Adriel's wings, He'd fought with Michael for days about being the one to do it seeing how Adriel was under his command but Mike outright refused stating he couldn't do it. In truth Mike had been correct Adriel needed someone without hesitation and he was sure Michael could do it where he couldn't. "Yes they should be arriving soon, I've asked Sariel when the deed is happening to watch over Gadreel, It seems they've form some sort of bond during our discussions. Just to ensure that Reel doesn't unintentionally blow up anything of importance"

Dean: When the magician had asked him to get her a monster heart for a spell, he figured that it would need to be more than a simple vampire or werewolf heart. Luckily he had heard of a dragon a state over and was quick to kill it and carve it's heart from his chest. He was a little nervous walking into the warehouse, but being in over his head was normal for Dean when it came to saving the world. "Well, ain't this a party." he chuckled as he walked over towards Zatanna "One monster heart, as requested. Hope a dragon heart works."

SARIEL: When she got the call, her heart jumped to her throat. She didn't want to go, didn't want to stand there and watch as Adriel-- She shook her head and prepared herself to go to the warehouse. She closed up her practice and departed, her head swimming with thoughts. She needed to be there for Adriel, for the others, and specifically for her Brother-in-Law. She knew this would be harder on him than the rest could even imagine. That's the power of love, after all. She arrives to the warehouse and wanders in, only mustering the strength to say a solemn "Hello," before staring at the sigils on the floor, still in disbelief that this was really going to happen.

Adriel: When he heard the call, he was not afraid. A little nervous, perhaps, but he had come to terms over this situation. He finished off his cocoa and closed the book he was reading. It was one of his favorites. He gently pushed it onto the shelf, trying to keep calm. He had not used much of his magic for this exact moment. He wanted to use his wings just once more. So, the angel miracled himself to the warehouse, gently taking off his coat and loosening his bowtie. "Hello, all. I hope everyone had a splendid week." He gave everyone a gentle smile, trying to give them some sort of comfort. This wasn't just hard for him.

ZATANNA: "Thank you, Jess," she smiled softly as she squeezed his hand. He's been a great help to not only the angels but to her sanity. He's jumped through hoops to help her test just about every theory under the sun for this spell. She turned to look at the archangels. She knows they've been arguing this past week about who should be the one to take Adriel's wings. Gabriel was convinced that it was his angel and his responsibility, but at the end of the day they both knew Michael had the resolve to do what needed to be done and to be swift about it. She squeezed Gabriel's hand reassuringly to let him know she's there. "Thank you for asking Sariel to look after Gadreel. I'm still on the outs with him, but I'm trying," she smiled. She turned as the door opened and in walked the hunter with the swagger of a rock star. "Dragon heart," she smiled softly. "Thank you, Dean. That should do it. You aren't hurt are you?" she asked as her eyes searched him. She turned to the angels and Jess. "This is Dean. A friend," she remarked, giving a pointed look to Michael. "Dean, this is Jesse, Gabriel, Michael, Sariel, and," she turned as Adriel appeared. A sad smile crossed her lips as she went over to hug her old friend. He looked weak and tired, but resolute. "This is Adriel," she remarked, giving her angel a tight squeeze. "Welcome my darling. It's good to see you."

Michael: It hadn't been the easiest of weeks. Gabriel had been on him about being the one to take Adriel's wings. They both knew that he couldn't do it. It would crush his younger brother to do such a thing. Heaven knows, Michael didn't want to do it either, but what choice did they have? Magic called for a blood price. He smiled softly as he watched Zatanna work her magic on his brother. She was a calming presence in the turmoil. He ventured to guess Gabriel listened to her more than he did to him anyway. "Will Gadreel be joining us?" he asked his brother. He turned as the door opened and the hunter from the shop walked in. A stormy look must've crossed his face as Zatanna had singled him out in particular when addressing the crowd of angels. "Yes, we've met," he remarked as he stared at the dragon heart and then at the hunter. He turned as he heard the flutter of angel wings behind him. "Hello, brother," he smiled as Zatanna hugged the angel. He could tell she didn't want to let go. "How are you holding up?" he asked, the concern in his voice was evident. "Have you considered what we've talked about?" he asked. He'd suggested to the angel that it would be best to send him home after the deed was done. He'd have an easier time healing in heaven than on earth. He knew Adriel was attached to this place and it's people so he'd left the final decision up to the angel himself.

Jesse: Smiled at Zatanna there wasn't a thing the women could ask him that he wouldn't try to make her feel better. This had been really trying time and he was only glad his knowledge could help them all angels and humans. "Hello Dean, We've had the pleasure of meeting outside my church" He replied moving to grab the heart and prepared the table to make the spell go easier. 

Gabriel: had spent a good amount of time fighting with Michael for the past week, everything about this felt wrong but now that they were in the moment he felt weaker then he ever did without powers. Thoughs of the war plagued him all night, he was only lucky that Michael had been looking after Zatanna instead of him leaving him to his nightmares. "They care for one another and she would probably be on of the only angels that could hold him back if need be. " He replied nodding his head at her giving her a soft smile that didn't reach his eyes at all. When Adriel walked in he felt everything turn cold, they'd run out of time his nightmare was being reality. He found himself unable to look the angel's way as he stared into the green eye's of Dean Winchester, why had the male been watching him. "yes I've also meet him.."He cleared his throat hiding his weakness once again."hello Harlot" He replied before turning towards his brother wondering what Adriel would say. 

Gadreel: Sighed knowing that if he didn't get there in time he'd miss it and he'd promised Adriel that he'd honor his choice even if he hated it. Using his magic he appeared at the warehouse next to his angel grabbing his hand. "It was a horrid week and you know it angel" He replied moving to place a soft kiss on Adriel's head "Archangels, Zatara, Preacher, Hello Sister dear"

Dean nodded in greeting to the two unfamiliar faces, glad that he had the angel blade tucked in his jacket. He wasn't expecting to use it, but better safe than sorry. "Padre." he gave the preacher a grin as he handed over the heart before moving off to the side "I have to say, i hope this goes better than any other time i've been around two archangels." his green eyes moved over to Gabriel "If you keep calling me that you're gonna have to pay me for my services handsome."

SARIEL: she watches Adriel walk in and winced at his cheery demeanor. Why did he always have to be so positive? Especially right now? "I guess my week went as well as it could, all things considered. Though," she glances around the room, "I hate that we are even here at the moment, doing this." She gives Gadreel a small smile when he greets her. "Hello, brother-in-law." She glances around the room. Everything felt heavy and she knew it was from the impending deed that was going to happen. She shook her head. Perhaps God really is cruel. she looked around. "I wish I didn't have to ask this but what happens now?"

Adriel: He held on tight to Zatanna, trying not to dwell on what was about to happen. "Always a pleasure to see you, dear." he touched her cheek for just a moment. "I'm going to be gone for a while and..." he took her hand, looking around for just a moment. "I need you to watch over Gadreel. Now I know you two have your differences. Goodness knows he's not going to take this whole thing very well. Ever so stubborn, my wily serpent. I know you see him as a Demon, but just know he's much more than that. Trust my judgement." he gave her hand a squeeze, patting it twice before looking at Michael. "Brother. I've decided to take your advice. I'm not sure how welcomed I will be at home, but...Perhaps it will give me a fresh perspective when I return." He turned when Gadreel was beside him, and he smiled, falling into his form as easily as falling into bed. He nuzzled against his neck for just a spare moment, feeling his lips against his cheek. "It was." he admitted, licking at his lips. "Don't misunderstand me. I'm very afraid. But I've coped with my fear." He looked at the human that joined them, watching him hand over a...heart. "Gabriel and Michael won't be bothering you. I doubt they'll want to upset me. I'm really earning some points here, sibling wise." he looked at Sariel, giving her a smile. "Well, sister. I suppose...we need to start the ritual." he removed his bow tie fully, placing everything on a small table, neatly folded. "Keep care of those for me, if you will. They're very vintage. Oh, and someone do please check in on the shop. It'd break my heart to see my poor books covered in dust."

ZATANNA: Her face fell momentarily as Adriel mentioned that he would be going away for a while. She knew what Michael had suggested to the angel and a small part of her had hoped Adriel would turn it down and stay here with her and with Gadreel. She felt tears building in her eyes, but she'd fought them back. She needed to be brave and strong even if that was the last thing she felt right now. "I trust you, always have and always will," she smiles softly at the angel. "I'll watch over Reel and I'll make sure the shop is okay," she promises. Adriel had been here for her when she needed him. She was still so young when her father first opened the shop in New York. She would come by on her breaks and talk to the angel. And then when her father died and Zatanna took over the shop, Adriel had been there too. He allowed her to cry, to grieve her losses, to relish in the pleasant moment, and to forgive herself for lost time. She could never payback the kind of kindness the angel had shown her. She swallowed hard and blinked back tears as the angel stepped away from her to comfort his demon. She went to stand by Jesse who was preparing the heart for the ritual. It would appear a good number of the angels already knew the hunter. "Dean, if you wish to stay, you may. But if you choose to go, I understand," she nodded before turning to address the angels. "I'll need you all link hands and form a protective circle in that sigil over there," she replied as she pointed to the middle of the room. "Adriel, you will be in the middle of the circle. I need to anoint your wings with this," she replies, as she gestures to the concoction of herbs and oils next to the bowl where Jesse was preparing the heart. She took a deep, shaky breath. Keeping this all business helped her get some distance from it. "We're ready when you are."

Michael: He felt truly awful for them all, but most of all for Adriel. He was sacrificing more than just his wings. It would take time to heal and he knew that while Zatanna and Gadreel wished the angel would stay and allow them to care for him, Heaven would be the best place for Adriel. On earth, he was susceptible to falling ill. An angel without its wings can succumb to both the sins of the world and illnesses of spirit. A great sense of depression followed the physical pain of having one's wings taken. Heaven would take care of Adriel in ways Zatanna and Gadreel couldn't. "My brothers are aware of what you are doing for us." He couldn't keep this sort of thing away from Raphael and Uriel for long. Questions had arisen in Heaven about New York's current state of affairs and all Michael could do was tell them that he and Gabriel were handling it. "They have been instructed to welcome you home and care for you as they would any warrior returning from battle," he promised. "Gabriel and I will fly out to check in on you every so often," he nodded reassuringly. He watched as Zatanna took a step back and went to Jesse's side. They both looked so tired and worn. He'd wished she didn't have to be here, didn't have to see him do what he was about to do. Then there was Sariel. She knew nothing of God's abandonment, but the angel could see that she was struggling with this. Her faith was faltering. And Gabriel, gods, in this moment he'd wished he could send him home to spare him from witnessing this all over again. His brother put up a good front, but Michael could tell he was struggling with the old demons of a hard fought civil war. It hadn't escaped his notice how the angel addressed the hunter. He'd bookmark that one for a later discussion. "You are welcome to stay, Dean. As is any friend of Zatanna's," he remarked as he followed the mage's orders and made his way toward the sigil. He held out his hands to his brothers and sisters. It was time to begin.

Jesse:  Could feel the shift in energy around everyone this was a horrible moment, only to add the fact that their love one was going where they couldn't follow. Jesse could see the hurt that reflected in everyone heart as he moved to touch Zatanna's hand sending her some of his strength through a quick spell, it wasn't much but every little bit helped when it came to using this type of magic. He rolled up his sleeve ensuring that he'd placed everything in the correct order, they would to do this right if they wanted the spell to work and he didn't want to miss a thing. 

Gabriel: everything about this day haunted him, too see Michael cut another angel's wings brought back horrible memories of the war, he done what was ask of him even if cost him his sanity. He didn't member much after the war only that Mike had been frantic in searching for him only to find his brother broken and hiding.   He was pulled from his thoughts by deans comment actually making him crack a small smile shaking his head. It wasn't the time for smiles but it did help calm him down a bit in a way he hopped Michael hadn't seen. He'd stayed quiet letting Michael do most of the talking, he knew it was something of a cowards way out but he couldn't bare to speak to Adriel at the moment until it was time. "Yes Adriel, we will check on you often and bring news of your friends if you so wish...You may even use the reflective pool to watch over those you miss while up there." He replied in a soft kind voice.

Gadreel: Hated everything about this, he thought his angel would stay with him and heal but no, he had to return to Heaven. They had never been without one another in all their time together and now for the first time in awhile Reel was going to be alone. The thought broke his heart all over again. He listened to his angel hating how much this sounded like his last goodbye. "You cope to much for those humans" He replied with less venom then before. He was tired and scared, what if his angel never returned to him, up in heaven he'd seen just how stupid loving a demon could be? He didn't want to think on his insecurities at the moment as he pulled Adriel into a deep kiss hugging him close knowing that when he let go it was going to be for a long time... "Fine but you better do as they say up there no disregarding Doctors orders" He replied hushly when he pulled away letting go of his heart once again.

Dean wasn't wild about being around so many angels, but so far they didn't seem like complete dicks here. He knew that the Michael from his universe wasn't going to take part in a spell to avoid the apocalypse, he'd rather have all out war than fix things... it gave the hunter a little hope that maybe this universe wasn't so fucked up. He moved towards the others, joining the circle "I've never been one to shy away from saving the world sweetheart, don't think I'll start now."

SARIEL: she glanced around the circle before going to stand next to Gadreel. She gave his arm a reassuring pat as well as a smile. "It'll be ok. I'll check on him too for you while he's away." She whispered to him. Then she looked back at the group, doing her best to not look shaken. It was the last thing that the others needed to see. After all, none of them wanted to be here doing this. But what choice did they have?  She stood silently, trying to think of anything to say. The ritual was going to start and she couldn't stop it. This was the ultimatum that none of them could avoid. The one God had forsaken them to. She turned to Adriel, giving him a small smile and said in a quiet voice. "Thank you, Adriel."

Adriel kissed back his Demon, holding onto him dearly as he savored the feeling of him. He pulled away gently, pressing his forehead to the other's. "I love you so very much..." he murmured gently. "Know I'll be thinking of nothing but you." he touched his cheek, wishing he could take his glasses away and stare into those eyes he adored so. But they had a rule about not taking them off in public. He gave him one last small kiss. "I promise. I know the more I listen the sooner I can come home." he looked at the circle, going over and standing in the middle. He took in a breath, kneeling down and lifting his head. He looked at Michael, then at Gabriel. "it's alright." he nodded. "Pray for me." he spoke gently, his voice shaking for just a moment. He was afraid.

ZATANNA: She felt herself go numb as she watched the angels take their place around the sigil. There was no turning back now. She felt a brief surge of power as Jesse took hold of her hand and muttered a spell to give her strength. She was thankful for the preacher because she needed it now more than ever. She couldn't look at Gadreel or Gabriel as she made her way to Adriel in the middle of the circle. She felt the angel's fear radiating from every bone in his body. All she wanted to do was take it away. "You will be all right, my darling," she cooed softly as she placed a soothing kiss on his forehead. She watched as the angel freed his wings. They were magnificent; a shock of white feathers that spanned the circle almost end to end. Her breath hitched for a moment, hesitating. What choice did they have? Zatanna grabbed a cleansing sage brush and dipped it in the anointing oils. "Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio," she began a prayer to St. Michael, the archangel that stood before her, as she ran the brush gently over Adriel's right wing, purifying it for the ritual yet to come. She needed both archangels at as close to full power as possible for this to work which meant a combination of prayer backed by her own innate magic was needed. "Contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium. Imperet illi Deus, supplices deprecamur," she continued until she'd finished off the prayer. She felt drained already, but held firmly on as she moved to the left wing. "O beati Archangeli Gabrielis quaesumus," she began a prayer to Gabriel as she anointed Adriel's left wing. "tu autem in nobis intercedant pro nobis ad praesens opus divinae misericordiae solio," she finished off the anointment with a final sign of the cross over Adriel's forehead, where she'd kiss him only a moment before. The cleansing was complete. Her sad, pale eyes turned to Michael and with a small nod she stepped aside to make room for him.

Michael: He watched as the magician made her way to Adriel at the alter. She'd armored her emotions behind a wall of business and composure, but he could see the pain in her eyes. Her eyes always held the truth. Michael felt a surge of power as soon as she began evoking his name in prayer. It felt strange having the woman he admired call to him like this. As he felt his power grow, he could see her's dwindling. He wanted to reach out and stop her, but there was no stopping this now. He squeezed Gabriel's hand as Zatanna moved to anoint the other wing, evoking his brother in kind. Before Michael knew it, the cleansing was done. He felt more power surging through him now than he had in the last few weeks. As Zatanna nodded to him, Michael stepped forward. He held out his palms and manifested his sword. He'd taken the wings and lives of so many of his brothers and sisters with this blade. The weapon hadn't been used in several centuries now, but it still felt natural in the archangel's hand. No matter how much distance he'd put between himself and the war, the blood on his hands couldn't be washed clean. He stood calm at Adriel's side as the angel kneeled at the alter. He didn't want to do this, but he knew any hesitation on his part would only cause the angel further pain. "Be brave, my brother," he replied as he put a hand on the angel's shoulder. He used the strength Zatanna had given him by evoking his name to remove any traces of fear from the angel's heart. In one swift motion, Michael lifted his sword and brought it down, fast and clean, across the base of Adriel's wings, cauterizing the wound as the blade sliced through him. No hesitation, the deed was done. In that moment, Michael hated himself more than anything else in that room. He looked to the heavens and wondered if Father was happy now. Fate had set the price and an innocent life paid the cost.

Jesse: Knew his place in this ritual would be to ensure that Zatanna had enough strength to finish this thing to the end. He watched as the room took a rather darker aura too it as the rites began.  The Angel each grew in power after their rites were read as he tried to keep his strength bleeding into Zee to ensure that she didn't get too weak while controlling this much power. At the sound of wings hitting the floor Gabriel his hands tighten knowing he couldn't leave one must never break the circle and all that. It was strange but he felt almost transported to a different time and place one surround by the sounds of war and pain. 

Gabriel: Felt horrible the longer this went on, he knew what was coming and he was grateful for Michael's hand on his though he knew that strength would be gone the moment when it came to slicing off Adriel's wings to complete this ritual. He felt the power the moment the Zatanna uttered his name closing his eyes he uttered a pray for Adriel to help calm him to ensure that there wasn't any last minute doubts or fears that would taint his choice.

Gadreel: Loved Adriel with all his heart, he'd finally gotten what he wanted and now it was all about to be ripped away from him once again. God and the Archangels why did they all seems so similar when it came down it it. He melted under Adriel's touch removing his glasses for the other to see his eyes seeing how much he seemed to enjoy his snake eyes so he allowed Adriel this last wish. "You need to hurry less I burn this world to the ground and get sent back home" He replied kissing the other back once again holding him close not ready to let him go but doing so all the same. "I'll miss you Angel....always and forever" he replied in hush. Gadreel keep his glasses off the entire time watching his Angel enter the circle knowing that soon he'd be gone and out of his life for the longest time. When the wings hit the floor he felt pain and sadness for the lost that Adriel just suffered.

Dean was basically useless at this point. All he brought to the party was a heart, and he honestly should have just left upon delivery but part of him wanted to see how far people here were willing to go to set things right. It also didn't hurt that a certain blonde angel was here. The whole thing really just made him miss Cas more than he already did. It truly was a sight to see, Michael with his sword, but seeing this angel lose his wings was more difficult than he expected. The hunter wasn't much of a prayer, but he did send up a few words. He didn't even curse out God or Chuck or whatever he called himself here for not fixing the problem himself.

SARIEL: she couldn't help but wince and look away as the blade hit Adriel's wings. She could feel tears in her eyes and her hand flew to her mouth as she looked back and saw the wings on the floor. She couldn't believe it. They had actually taken Adriel's wings. They had taken his wings from him for the sake of the humans. She couldn't help but let out a gasp. God really had forsaken them. She turned away.

Adriel felt a wave of calm come over him, looking up into the ceiling and taking in a breath as the blade cut through. For a moment, he didn't feel the pain. It built up, and when he felt it to its full extent, he gasped loudly, but did not scream. It was too overwhelming to scream. He fell onto his hands, shaking before laying full on the ground, an inhuman sound finally escaping his throat. Hot and searing pain was all he could think of. He pressed his cheek to the cold concrete, his eyes shut tight.

ZATANNA: She'd made a promise to herself that she wouldn't look away. She needed to see this. She needed to be reminded that Michael was an Archangel and not just her…what was he to her these days? A part of her hoped that seeing him take another angel’s wings would scare the confusing feelings she had for him away. She watched as he manifested the sword; it was beautiful and deadly. She stepped aside as Michael made his way toward Adriel. Do not look away, she reminded herself. A sort of peace came over Adriel as Michael laid a hand on his shoulder, preparing him for what's about to happen. She whispered a soft prayer for the kneeling angel as Michael brought up his sword. All traces of hesitation disappeared from both their eyes as the sword came down. In one swift motion the wings fell to the ground. Slowly, the pain crept into Adriel's eyes as he too collapsed. The room was silent for only a moment and then the warehouse filled with a guttural, inhuman sound. Zatanna fell to her knees beside the angel, holding him before looking up at Michael. Even with the power she felt Jesse giving her, she didn't have the magic to take away this level of pain. "Send him home," she begged, her voice was shaky and her vision blurred as tears streamed down her face. "We can finish the ritual, just send him home."

Gadreel: He couldn't bare it his angel was wingless and no her stood there feeling no pain until he hit the ground every part of him wanted to rush his angel be with him, this whole ritual was beyond stupid and it broke his heart to the point where he had to turn away, he couldn't watch his lover in pain. he took a deep breath giving Adriel his favorite blanket from his bookshop that he usually slept on so he would always have something of his with him. "I love you Angel, Hurry back to me" he replied snapping his fingers to disappear he wasn't needed any longer and he couldn't bare to see the rest of this horrible ritual. 

Gabriel: felt his heart drop when Michael sliced Adriel's wings off, it was almost as if he was transported back to the war. Angels screaming as blood stained the snow white clouds, he'd taken on his far share of fallen but he could never bare to lift his sword against his brothers or sisters in the way Michael had. Everything was getting worse the moment Adriel started feeling the pain and Zatanna started crying. He felt his mouth turn to lead and his eyes start to water. He couldn't do this not now, not in front of everyone. He pushed all the raise in power he'd just received in taking away most of the pain for Adrial not caring if it weakened him once again he had to stop the tears from both Zatanna and his Angel. "S-Send him home Mickey Please..." He manged to get out through broken speech.

Michael: Adriel's screams were inhuman, guttural, and terrifying. They reminded Michael of everything he hated about himself and what he'd become under his Father's command. He couldn't look at Gabriel or Zatanna, but he could feel them crying out to him. Adriel needed to go home where he could be looked after. The archangel dropped his sword and knelt beside Adriel. "Thank you, brother. You will not be forgotten. Neither here nor in Heaven," he replied as he laid his hand on Adriel's shoulders. In the blink of an eye, Adriel was gone and the room was silent save for the muffled tears of the magician beside him. "Zee," he turned to her, afraid of what he'd see in those blue eyes now. "We have to finish this," he held out his hand to her. "Please. We have to end what we've started."

Jesse: hated that sound, it was something he couldn't even unheard, and zatanna's broke cries were too much. He used the last of his spell to push more of his power towards the magi moving behind the table to grab Zatanna's other side to help Mike get her back to her feet. "yes Zee we need to finish, my power is starting to wain, better now or never." He replied softly in her ear hoping it would pull her out of the pain.

Dean winced at the sound of the angel's screams. The hunter had heard a lot in his time and this was right up there with the screams he heard in hell. Setting his jaw, he could only feel more and more out of place in this group but he tried to keep a strong front, something the others could lean on if necessary. He looked around, meeting eyes with Gabriel and Zatanna, silently telling them that he's there for them.

SARIEL felt her tears burn down her face as she heard Adriel's scream. She looked away. She couldn't stand it. The deed was done, but at such a high cost. She watched as Gadreel disappeared and she wished she could, too. She didn't want to be here anymore, not where she had to watch such a horrendous act. Once Adriel was sent to heaven, she finally managed to find her words. "I-I will be taking my leave now. I have things to attend to." She nodded at the others before rushing out, not looking back.March 21, 2020

ZATANNA: She watched through her tears as Michael sent Adriel away. It felt otherworldly. As if she was watching the whole thing from outside of her own body. The last time she'd felt like this was when her own father had been taken from her. It felt like the world was going in slow motion. She felt Michael and Jesse's hands on her, pulling her onto her feet and out of her thoughts. "I'm sorry," she whispered a soft apology to Adriel before nodding to Michael. "Please, you need to take your place back in the circle. Link hands with Dean and Gabriel. We need to finish this," she replied as she held her hands over the wings. "Tuc meht ot ezis," she ordered. A single tear streamed down her face as she watched her magic tear and rip the wings to size so that they can be used as the final ingredient for the spell. It felt wrong. It felt like she was tearing Adriel himself in half. As the spell ceased, she felt herself getting weaker and weaker. She needed to do this and do it fast. "Ni eht lwob," she ordered. The remnants of the wings flew into the air and made their way to the bowl of mixed ingredients in front of Jesse. She brought the bowl to the alter and linked hands with Jesse. "One final push," she promised him. She closed her eyes and began chanting, "Aquilibrium per cacla tempusque reficiatur" the air in the room seemed to take on a different, electrified feeling as magic began to fill the room. "Aquilibrium per cacla tempusque reficiatur." Candles flickered in the night air as the wind picked up speed around them. "Aquilibrium per cacla tempusque reficiatur." Pain shot through her. The contents of the bowl began to glow-- "Aquilibrium per cacla tempusque reficiatur."--they caught fire. Almost as quickly as it had been lit the fire died down until all that was left in the bowl was a charcol like goop. Zatanna fell to her knees, exhausted and spent. "It's done," she breathed. "Jesse...you know the rest," she nodded to him.

Michael: He reluctantly took his spot back in the circle. It was clear Zee was in pain, the exertion of magic and the emotional stress was taking a toll on her, but all he could do was help her finish the spell to completion. He watched as she ordered the wings to be shredded. Guilt ripped through him. It should have been his wings, not Adriel's. How could things have gotten so out of control so quickly? He watched as the shredded feathers flew above his head and into the bowl with the rest of the ingredients. He wasn't sure how much longer Zatanna and Jesse could hold it together. He felt magic intensify as the pair linked hands in the circle and Zatanna began chanting. The air around the room became charged. As he felt his strength grow, he could see Zatanna's dwindle. He wanted to reach out and stop her, but she was too deep in it. She wouldn't hear him. The concoction of wings and other ingredients sparked and ignited before quickly going out. Zatanna fell to her knees. Michael couldn't take anymore, he released his brother's hand and went to the magician's side. She was cold and clammy, her heart rate erratic. Same as he'd seen her when she first summoned him. He held onto her, giving her some of his strength as he had that day as well. He didn't care if it took some magic away from the spell. He couldn't lose her in this. He helped her to her feet again, bringing her to stand between himself and Gabriel for support. "What's next, Jesse?" he asked. "How do we finish this?"

Jesse: knew this part had to be done by zatanna out of the two of them her magic was stronger and carried more weight, he also knew once the words were completed she'd be all but drained of magic and power, maybe if they had one more person with magic abilities thing would've been easier for them both but John was no where to be found after their fun in their church. He watched her fall keeping still and towards the alter when Michael and Gabe moved to hold her close feeding her the energy see needed. The last part of the ritual was fairly less complex but still wasn't for the faint of heart as he nodded his head moving to pick up the bowl "This next part isn't really for the faint of heart but, we must all drink from this bowl once the bowl is empty we utter the words "statera restituet." once completed you will feel a surge of power by no means do we break this circle, if you do everything will be for nothing." He let the urgency of his tone carry before taking a sip of the goop himself before passing it around the circle. 

Gabriel: He felt his heart break at the sound of Zatanna in pain everything about this had been one more nail in his heart, his friends and angels suffering when he could clearly have taken the hit but nothing like that ever worked out.  He was grateful Michael pulled her between them using the last of his strength to feed into the women how had taken such good care of him since landing here. He would do anything in this world and the next to ensure that she felt better after this, not to allow her heart to be turned cold due to the trouble they brought to her doorstep. He listened to the preacher nodding his head understanding the seriousness of everything going on as he took the bowl from his taking a sip of the bowl goop before moving to help Zatanna swallow a sip as well before passing it to Michael.  In that moment he knew he had to the be the strength Zee had lost as he pushed his fears aside to focus on the rest of the ritual.

Dean, still regretting his staying took the bowl as it was passed to him. His green eyes studied what could only be described as goop. He muttered a fucking hell under his breath before taking a drink from the bowl, a grimace on his face whishing that it couldn't have turned into a cheeseburger or something remotely not disgusting, then passing it to the next person.March 24, 2020

ZATANNA: She watched as everyone around her swallowed the goop and then it was her turn. Gabriel brought it up to her lips and she made a bitter face as she felt the liquid slide down her throat. Gods. It was worse knowing what had gone into this concoction. As the bowl got passed around, it finally landed in Michael's hands. She watched him take the last sip and recite the incantation. Almost immediately the air in the room flattened, the candles stopped flickering and held steady. Although she was exhausted, she felt the energy of the room shift. Things felt lighter, clearer. "Gods, I hope that worked," she breathed as she braced herself against the table. "Time to test the theory, boys," she looked at Dean and Jesse, the only other two mortals in the room as recited a small spell and broke the circle with the heel of her shoe. "Don't all volunteer at once."

Michael: He felt the change almost instantly as he took the last sip of the goop and muttered the incantation as instructed. it felt like an electric shook. It was a surge of power like he hadn't felt in weeks. He felt like himself again. He watched as Zatanna broke the circle for the first time since they started the spell. "I think it worked," he replied. He felt relief. It was over and Adriel's sacrifice hadn't been for nothing. They'd restored the balance...they'd done something right for once. "There's only one way to know for sure."

Jesse: He let lose a bit of laugh at Zatanna's words, before looking towards dean nodding his head towards the door. He felt horribly weak after the ritual had finished but he needed to push himself to test out this who spell. He slide the door open walking out waiting for any type of sins to take hold of him only to feel his normal self. "Dean what about you feel anything?" he questioned. Gabriel: Held tightly on to Zee in case she passed out or fell, he couldn't allow her to be hurt not any more. His mind was going crazy with the thoughts of everything he'd seen and how much it reminded him of the war. The idea of walking home did make him feel much better either, Michael would see Zee home leaving him alone with his terrible thoughts as he turned to look at Jesse and Dean as they moved towards the door hoping all this hadn't been for nothing.

Dean rubbed the back of his head before moving towards the door along with the preacher "Is it just me or are they looking at us like we should make out or something?" he chuckled slightly as he stepped outside "Other than wanting a beer and a cheeseburger I feel pretty normal, the constant urge to punch something isn't on overdrive anymore." He poked his head back in, his signature grin on his face "I'm no expert on magic but it seems like it worked."(edited)

ZATANNA: Relief flooded over her and she felt herself slump into a chair just outside of the circle. "Thank fuck," she laughed. She certainly wasn't going to thank god for this. The bastard had nothing to do with all the magic she'd just expanded. For the first time in a long time she felt like she could finally breathe again. "I am never doing that again," she lied. She knew, just as much as everyone else in the room did, that she'd likely do it again if called upon. "Someone owes me a drink and and like a twelve layer chocolate moose," she chuckled.

Michael: He watched, alert and in attention, as Dean and Jesse exited the warehouse only to come back several minutes later to confirm that the spell had worked. Michael's shoulders relaxed only by a tenth of an inch. His eyes floated toward Zatanna who, although elated, was still obviously in a lot of pain and exhausted from the exertion of the entire thing. A soft smile crossed his lips as she teased the room. "We'll add drinks and cake to the breakfast menu tomorrow and every day after that," he replied before turning his gaze to Gabriel. It was clear the angel was still in shock. Michael put a hand on his brother's shoulder, letting him know he was there. "Gabriel," he called to him gently. "Are you alright? Do you need me to take you home?" he asked. The loft or Heaven, he left that choice up to his brother. He would understand if after this, Gabriel would not want to stay. He couldn't blame him after everything he'd witnessed.

Jesse: Found himself chuckled "Right? You're hot but I think I'll keep my tongue to myself for the night" He replied glad that they could joke a bit and relax for this horrible situation "I could go for that beer and burger myself, but maybe a nice nap would do me better." He replied following the other back instead smiling at Zatanna moving to go over towards her. "you are quite the talented little bug, Zatanna, Next time how about I get a chance to shine and do all the hocus pocus?" He teased moving to hug her softly glad that they were okay and that it worked.

Gabriel: Was still lost in his head, he almost missed everyone confirmation that the ritual worked and Michael's words. He took a deep breath putting on his somewhat normal smile "OF course not Mikey, you need to get Zee home and in bed, I'll work on the Twelve layer chocolate moose but it may end up in a cake form" He teased moving to place a kiss on Zatanna's cheek. "Thank you for everything you've done Zatanna, We appreciate it" He replied softly before pulling away. " I can get to the loft just fine Mikey, and I'll be there when you come home...if you come home tonight....I promise" He replied in a hushed voice

Dean laughed loudly "It's like they forgot about the sins other than lust. If you ever want company for beer and burgers just give me a ring padre." He shoved his hands in his pockets, mulling over whether he should say something before opting to act instead. The hunter walked towards Zatanna and pulled his flask out of his coat, kneeling down next to her "You earned it sweetheart." he handed her the flask before standing up, his green eyes landing on Gabriel "If anyone needs a lift of the earthly variety I got room in baby.”

ZATANNA: "You don't have to ask me twice, Jess," she chuckled. The act alone made her wince. "The next magical bandaid is all yours," she promised, giving him all she could muster up for a hug right now. She turned as Gabriel leaned in to check on her. For the first time since the start of the spell she was able to get a good look at him. He was at full power now, but looked worse for wear than before. She squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "I'll come by in the morning," she promised. "We can have all the chocolate moose we can eat. Don't let my tiny frame fool you, I can consume a lot of chocolate moose," she teased, hoping to get a smile out of him. She chuckled as Dean held out a flask to her. He reminded her so much of John, but unlike John he'd been there for her when she needed him. He was kind and loyal and saw things through. "Thank you, Dean," she smiled as she knocked back a drink. She made a bitter face, but it was exactly what she needed to help get a kick back in her step. She still needed to get home tonight. "Sorry to have dragged you through this shitshow," she replied as she held the flask back out to him. "But, I'm happy you stayed. I owe you one, so...when my mojo comes back feel free to collect a favor," she offered as she stood up. She felt lightheaded and grabbed onto Michael for support. The feeling passed after a few moments and a couple deep breaths. "Well, I think we can safely rule out teleportation for the next few weeks. Walk me home?" she asked as she looked up at Michael. "The fresh air might help make the vomit feeling go away."

Michael: His gaze shifted around the room. Everyone looked battle weary and exhausted, but none more than Zatanna. It had taken so much out of her to complete the spell and he knew he'd never be able to return the favor. Gabriel was right. He needed to see her home. "I'll be back before you know it," he promised Gabriel. He had no intention of leaving his brother alone for too long. While Zee's pain was visible, Gabriel's was something entirely different. A great trauma within him, a trauma Michael had caused and now re-triggered. "Go with Dean," he suggested. He didn't know the hunter, but the man had stayed throughout the entire ritual. That spoke volumes about his character. Besides, Michael didn't want Gabriel to be alone tonight. Not so close after the ritual, but he couldn't split himself in two. Michael grabbed ahold of Zatanna as she stood up, feeling her sway to and fro. He pulse was weak, but there. After a few moments she managed to steady herself. "If you're feeling up for it, I'll take you home," he nodded and helped her into her jacket. He watched her say her goodbyes, before he nodded to Jesse and shook the preachers hand. "I'll be by tomorrow morning to check in on things," he promised. "With coffee," he added for good measure as he patted the man on the shoulder and turned to Zatanna. He put an arm around her to support her as they walked out of the warehouse and into the night.

Jesse: "Tell me about it, I wouldn't mind taking you up on that offer sometime its been awhile since I had someone to just chill with." He replied before turning towards Zatanna and Michael which there was something most definitely happening there. But he decided to let it go seeing how now was not the time or the place "Sounds like a plan, then I can have the archangels hugging and kissing me" he teased softly with no heat behind it at all before nodding his head as he took Michael's hand shaking it. "I'd love that, just not too early I plan on sleeping in a bit tomorrow if you don't mind," He replied watching them leave before turning to Dean "would that ride be heading towards the church before Gabe's loft?" He asked hoping to bum a ride. 

Gabriel: Gabe felt Dean's eyes on him making him feel even more self conscious, it was nothing to concern himself with he just needed to make it back home before breaking down. "So just enough time to get from refill my secrets junk corner" He replied cracking a smile looking at the other before nodding his head. "Is that alright Dean? I don't want to keep you up longer then we need too you've already done so much" He replied looking at the male biting his lip nervously, being at full power he could get home by himself and his brother knew that. "I'll make a 12 layer cake just for us promise, it will be mind boggling" He replied taking a step forward when Zee almost fell when just standing up.  But he knew with Michael Zatanna would always be alright as he watched them leave

Dean grinned, looking over at the preacher "If I know how to do anything padre, it's chill. We can figure something out." it would be nice to have a friend, someone to just hang out with... especially with Sam gone now. The hunter pushed the flask back towards Zatanna as he stood "Keep it, I can get it later. It's not like I won't be stopping by." he winked at her before nodding at Gabe and Jesse "I wouldn't have offered if it wasn't alright." he chuckled at the angel before beginning to move towards the door. "My only rule is driver picks the music and passenger shuts their cake-hole."

#╰☆☆ you know the devil would be jealous of your silver tongue | replies ☆☆╮ #Discord Chat #Event: Sin City #╰☆☆ no grave can hold my body down; i’ll crawl home to you | michael ☆☆╮ #╰☆☆ i’ll pick you up when the world lets you down | gabriel ☆☆╮ #╰☆☆ wherever we go trouble seems to follow | jesse ☆☆╮ #╰☆☆ family doesn’t end with blood | dean ☆☆╮

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I Won’t Hesitate (for you) Chapter 4

Chapter 4: You can be (my saving light)

In this chapter: In the past, Michael and Alex grow closer. In the present day, Alex meets the first of the passengers in his attempt to unmask the murderer. Alex and Michael have trouble being around each other.

A/n: This chapter is where we earn the M rating! And I took two of the most heartbreaking and soft moments from the show and managed to write it into this AU, I'm very happy about it!

As always, a special thanks to Aileen (@acomebackstory), Callie (@callieramics), @hm-arn, @royalshadowhunter and @ladymajavader over on Tumblr for their continued support and cheerleading. I don't know if I would've finished it without you guys!

Last week's chapter was titled "Do not try me, devil devil" and it was taken from the song "Devil Devil" by MILCK and this was guessed correctly by @Lire_Casander! Thank you for reading and great job!

Can anyone guess this week's title and performing artist?

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other chapters: 1 2 3

June, 1924

Alex was lying underneath the tree on the schoolyard, the sun warming his face pleasantly. He was eating an apple, just as when he’d first met Michael.

A lot had changed since then.

Michael and Alex had become…friends, to a kind. In a way only abused children can become friends; as fellow victims, wary of all human contact, even each other’s. But they had found a comfortable routine between them, one that kept them both sane and kept Alex away from his father’s house for as much as possible.

After school they studied together in the library, to which his father could hardly protest. He always criticized Alex for his grades; Alex stepping up his studying by spending hours in the library could only please him. If Alex was ever truly able to please his father. On weekends Alex went to help out on the Foster’s Ranch, where Old Foster had enough work for the two of them. His father didn’t approve of Michael, but Alex never mentioned him and simply pretended they never even crossed paths.

But now the holidays approached, and Alex was nervous. He was afraid the Foster’s Ranch wouldn’t provide him with enough of an excuse to be away from home as much as possible. These last few months had been almost bearable at home. Only rarely did Jesse Manes have a reason to beat Alex anymore. Alex was afraid with the extra free time, the beatings would increase too.

“You can always come stay at the ranch indefinitely,” Michael suggested, plucking away on the old guitar he’d gotten from Old Foster. Michael had taken to bringing it to school and play for Alex while Alex stared at him admiringly.

Alex scoffed, “Yeah, my father would love that. His personal boxing ball living away from home at sixteen? He would have to pay for an actual boxing ball, that might just kill him.”

Michael shot him a look that clearly said, then perish, but said nothing. He continued to play instead. Alex hummed along, closing his eyes against the bright sunlight. Michael’s guitar playing always managed to relax Alex in a way no other music was able to. Maybe because it was music straight from the source (Michael). Or maybe it was the source itself (Michael).

Either way, his body relaxed slightly. “I’ll survive. I have for fifteen years in that hell hole. I will for another two.”

Michael’s hand slipped from the strings and a truly horrible off-key tone came from the guitar, making Alex wince. “Two?”

“Yeah. I’m going into the army when I’m seventeen. Just like my hero brothers and my highly decorated father.” He tried to keep the bitterness to a bare minimum.

Michael frowned, picking up where he left off in the song, but with less gusto. “The army? You even want to go?”

Alex opened his eyes and met Michael’s dark eyes. Michael looked genuinely upset, and Alex felt his heart twinge. “No. The army is everything I don’t want.” He sat up, the warmth of the sun seeping out of his body like he’d just been dunked in ice water. “But since when do I have a choice?” He started pulling on the grass, yanking it out by the handful and flinging it away from him. “Besides, when I’m in the army, at least I’ll be away from my father. And I’d do anything to be away from him.” Tears stung in his eyes and he wiped them away angrily.

Michael’s warm hand suddenly enveloped the one angrily destroying the grass, stilling his movements. Alex froze. Michael’s touch still sent a shock through Alex’s body. Every time the two of them touched, either for a hug or a high five or any other touch, Alex would feel a bolt of electricity spreading from the place he was touched to the top of his head and the tips of his toes.

It confused and frustrated him. He didn’t know what it meant, why his body reacted that way to a man. He’d read plenty of books to know men often reacted like this to women. Alex did not recognize that feeling, that much he knew at least.

“Here,” Michael said, pulling him from his frustrated brooding. He held out his guitar to Alex, looking at him expectantly. “You’ll need at least some skill to impress those military assholes, so you might as well learn a bit of guitar.”

Michael always did this. Whenever Alex began to pull back into his head, when fear began to take over, when things seemed at their absolute worst, Michael would pull him out of it with a quip and a distraction. After 7 months of friendship, Michael knew Alex better than his own family did. Michael felt safe in a way Alex had never felt with anyone, except maybe his mother.

He smiled and took the guitar, placing it on his knee. Michael chuckled, took it from him and turned it around. “You’re a righty, Alex. That’s the one you’re going to use to actually produce the music.” Michael positioned Alex’s hands like a professional. Alex felt awkward and his fingers kept slipping. Michael chuckled again. “Alright, here.” Before Alex knew what was happening, Michael was sitting very close, one arm slung casually across Alex’s shoulder as his hand helped Alex’s find a comfortable position. Alex felt heat rise to his cheek and he lost track of Michael’s words for a second, as all he could feel was Michael’s exceptional warmth pressed against his side and his rough fingers positioning Alex’s own carefully. “Okay, so this is G. Together with E minor, C and D, the easiest chord to learn. Press down on the strings hard, otherwise the tone will be flat, like now.” Michael ran his right hand across the strings and indeed, the tone fell flat. Alex pressed his fingers harder against the strings. It hurt, but it was a pleasant kind of pain; like he was earning the good notes. “Alright, now you try. Just go from the top to the bottom with your fingers.”

His wrist aching, his fingers screaming against the sting of the metal, Alex pressed down on the strings as hard as he could and brought his fingers from the top string to the bottom string. It did not sound half-bad. Michael smiled encouragingly, and Alex tried a few times, the chord sounding surer and clearer every time. Alex felt his face stretch into a smile as he tried different strumming patterns, taken from memories of Michael playing.

After that Michael taught him two more chords, and suddenly he was playing an actual tune. “There you go!” Michael said, smiling brightly when Alex managed three chords successively without pausing to think. “You might be a natural.”

Alex looked up at him to thank him, but the words stuck in his throat. Michael was still so very close. Their legs were pressed together and if Alex moved forward an inch, their heads would collide quite painfully. Michael’s eyes were large as they stared at each other, both apparently at a loss for words. Alex felt like he might drown in those eyes if he didn’t look away soon, but something stopped him from actually breaking eye contact. His stomach was doing several summersaults, and he felt his cheeks start to burn. They were sharing the same air now. “Thank you,” he managed to croak out finally.

Michael smiled, his eyes flicking to Alex’s mouth for a second before looking back into Alex’s eyes. Alex did not look away.

And then Michael’s lips were on his.

Time stopped.

The world faded away.

All Alex knew anymore was Michael’s lips pressed on his, and one of his rough hands sliding ever so gently up to rest in his neck, his fingers burning against Alex’s skin. Before Alex knew what he was doing, he was kissing Michael with just as much passion, both his hands coming up to grab Michael by the collar, pulling him closer, then letting his hands drift into Michael’s curls.

Doubts and confusion were gone. Alex was sure of only one thing, and that was that he wanted Michael to keep kissing him. That he would do almost anything for Michael to never stop caressing his face, for Alex’s fingers to never leave Michael’s hair.

They had to come up for air though, and the broke apart with a gasp. They were breathing heavily. Michael’s pupils were dilated to a point his eyes looked almost black and he looked absolutely astonished. Alex knew the feeling. “Have you…” Alex began, but had to take several breaths before he felt steady enough to continue. “Have you ever done that before?”

Michael laughed, a little breathless. “Yeah. Yeah, but never…”

“Never with a guy?” Michael nodded and they both burst into giggles. “Yeah, me too.”

“Is this okay?” Michael asked, pressing his forehead against Alex’s, his hands still in Alex’s neck, the same way Alex’s fingers were still firmly tangled in Michael’s hair.

Alex nodded feverishly. “More than okay. Yeah. Yup. I mean. Wow.” They both laughed again, and then they were kissing again. They sank into the soft grass and they spent the rest of the afternoon tangled up, exploring each other and expanding their relationship beyond what either of them had dared to dream.

The guitar lay forgotten next to them.

Present day, 20th October, 1935

Alex was sitting in the dining carriage. Beth Otto had volunteered to help Isobel clean herself up before talking to Alex, and Alex was waiting for the both of them to return. He flipped through his notebook, trying to piece together what little he knew.

Noah Bracken killed Rosa Ortecho fifteen years ago. He was accused but acquitted on accounts of no evidence. Fifteen years later, Rosa Ortecho’s murderer becomes the victim of a murder himself. Murdered on board the Orient Express, in a locked cabin, with only his wife in the cabin with him. The wife is the obvious suspect. However, the time of death roughly corresponds to the train’s stop in Vinkovci, and combined with an unexplained open window whilst the coldest autumn in years was sweeping through Europe, it was also very possible a murderer had slipped aboard the train in Vinkovci, murdered Noah Bracken and escaped through the window before the train departed again. But what is the meaning of the burned newspaper clipping? A message? A covering of tracks? Maybe a private detective on board spooked Noah Bracken? And how to explain the dozen or so vastly different wounds?

Alex had the feeling he was missing something very vital, but he did not despair yet. He had not talked to any of the passengers. Right now, they were his suspects.

“Hey,” a soft voice startled him out of his thoughts. Alex looked up to see Michael standing by his table. His hands were in his pockets and he was looking bashful, looking at him through his curls. He looked beautiful.

Alex shook his head slightly and shot him a brave smile. “Hey.”

“Mind if I sit?” Michael said, placing his hand on the back of the chair across from Alex. Alex nodded and Michael sat down. It was strange to be so close to Michael without any discomfort between them. They looked at each other for a while, Alex feeling his shoulders relax slowly. “You okay, Alex?” Hearing his name from Michael’s lips like that, in that soft, concerned voice made Alex nearly melt. He’d always been weak for Michael, and ten years of separation had evidently not changed that.

Alex sighed. ‘Yeah,” he said, then shook his head, “it’s a weird case.”

Michael nodded, never taking his eyes off Alex’s face. Alex was suddenly very aware of his hands lying on the table next to his notebook. Michael’s elbows were on the table as well and Alex had half a mind to take his hands.

But he’d lost that right when he walked away a decade ago. It was no use dwelling on it now.

“So how’ve you been, Alex?” Michael asked finally.

Alex shrugged. “You know. Went to war. Got my knee shot to hell. Nearly died. Then went into the private investigator branch. Turns out I’m pretty good at it.”

Michael chuckled. “You always were able to spot the little details.” The fondness in Michael’s voice completely threw Alex. After the cool demeanour Michael had held towards him since they ran into each other, this was the last thing Alex expected.

“How have you been?” Alex almost feared the answer. It opened the window for Michael to really go off on him.

Michael surprised him yet again, however. “It was really bad for a while, after high school. No job, no family…but then my siblings found me.”

“The ones who got adopted and had to leave you behind in that foster home?”

Michael nodded. Alex heart clenched with joy for Michael. He and his sister and brother had been found by the side of the road as small children. Michael had been an unruly child, and when his siblings got adopted, the adoptive parents refused to take Michael home as well. It had left Michael deeply scarred, leading to his early alcohol and nicotine abuse and overall delinquent behaviour. Though he’d usually managed to stay within the lines of the law. Usually. “Yeah. Turns out they had been trying to find me for a few years, but since I ran away from that last foster home, nobody knew where I was. But they found me, a year or two ago. We’ve been growing closer ever since then. It’s been really great reconnecting with them.”

“Michael, that’s amazing,” Alex said, and before he knew what he was doing, he had grabbed Michael’s hand. Michael barely flinched, just turned his palm upwards and stroked Alex’s hand with his thumb. Alex returned the gesture in kind. Just like that, Alex was back under their tree, looking at Michael for the first time after their kiss. A full decade had not been enough to make him forget how he felt for Michael. In some ways, nothing had changed between them.

But in other ways, everything had changed.

Alex swallowed hard, closed his eyes and gathered his courage. “Michael, I’m sorry. But I have to ask. Where were you around 3am?”

Michael’s movement stilled and the atmosphere became absolutely frosty. “Seriously?” Michael asked, jerking his hand back. Alex’s hand remained behind on the table, feeling cold. He shivered slightly. “We’re having a moment here, trying to fucking reconnect, and you want to know if I have an alibi? You honestly suspect me?”

Alex clenched his eyes shut. God, he had the worst timing in the world. “I’m really sorry, Guerin, I really am, but I have to know. The carriage was locked on all sides. You were one of only 8 people who could’ve done this. I need to know. If nothing else, I need to rule you out. I can’t let personal feelings get in the way of this.”

Michael scoffed. “Alright, Alex,” he said, with nothing of the softness in his voice, “A few minutes before three we arrived in Vinkovci, and I went outside. I blew the whistle for the 1-minute sign at 5 past three. At three oh six, the train continued on its way and I went back to my cabin to warm up, since it was freezing outside. I did not emerge until around 4, when Mrs DeLuca rang the bell and asked me to refill her water jug. After that, I was not outside my cabin until Mrs Bracken started screaming. Satisfied?” He jumped to his feet, and Alex rose as well, feeling absolutely miserable.

“Michael, wait.” He grabbed Michael’s arm just as the other man wanted to pace off. “I spent last evening with the DeLuca’s and Dr Kyle, and the way Kyle and Maria interacted…I don’t know. It made me think about who I was, when all this started. Before I went to war.”

Michael pulled his arm from Alex grip and looked at him in near contempt. “Yeah, well, where I stand nothing’s changed.” His voice was like a dagger straight through the heart, but the words also sparked some anger in Alex.

“Yeah. Including the way you look at me.” Michael, who had been poised to retort with something undoubtedly hurtful, shut his mouth with a snap, his eyes widening. “And that’s a problem for me, Guerin.” Alex wasn’t exactly yelling, but his usually quiet voice had gotten a sharp edge to it. All the hurt and confusion he’d been feeling over the past 24 hours was bubbling to the surface and he was unable to hold any of it back. “Because every time you look at me, I’m 17 again. And I forget that the last ten years even happened!” Michael’s entire face was transforming, from decidedly pissed off to something akin to astounded. “And then you look away! And I remember all over again, and it almost kills me! Every time!” Alex was embarrassed to hear his voice break at the end, but the words were out now. Michael was frozen, staring at him with eyes as wide as saucers.

Just as Alex was about to turn around, giving up on him completely, Michael opened his mouth, and Alex was surprised to see a single tear escape from his eye. “I never look away,” Michael said, his voice surprisingly soft. “Not really.”

Alex opened his mouth to reply, although he wasn’t sure what, but then the carriage door slid open and Beth entered with an arm firmly wrapped around Isobel Bracken’s shoulders. “Oh, I’m sorry, did we interrupt something?” Beth said, looking startled as she saw the two men standing not two feet apart, both looking equally devastated.

Alex was the first to snap out of it. “No, of course not. We were just finished.”

Michael threw Alex a hard to read look and then exited the carriage, but not without brushing his hand against Alex’s. The familiar shock of electricity went through him for a second, and then Michael was gone. Before turning to face the two women, he wiped hastily at his eyes.

He had to snap out of it. A murder had been committed on board this train, and whilst the victim was most likely a vicious killer himself, Alex’s sense of justice would not allow him to let this go. He was going to solve this, preferably before they arrived in Paris in two days. In short, he was on a deadline.

“Mrs. Bracken,” he said kindly as he turned around and extended his arm for her to take. She did so, shakily, and allowed him to guide her to his table. “I’m so sorry for you loss, ma’am. I cannot imagine what you are going through.”

“Thank you, detective,” Mrs Bracken said, her voice shaking badly. “I think this qualifies as the worst day of my life, truly.” Every other word, she had to bring her handkerchief to her mouth to stop a sob from escaping. Alex noted that she had been cleaned up and looked quite put together for a woman who had just gone through the worst morning any spouse can go through.

“Miss Otto, would you mind giving us some privacy?” he requested of Beth, who had been hovering over Isobel. She nodded, squeezed Isobel’s shoulder in support and left the carriage.

“Mrs Bracken, I know this is a very trying time, but if we want this murder solved before we arrive in Paris, I need to know everything you can tell me about your husband. Had he any enemies?”

Isobel hiccupped. “I mean, he ran an oil company. He made quite a lot of money. One can’t make money in oil without making some enemies. But there was nothing that pointed to someone threatening him, if that’s what…” She trailed off, her face transforming almost comically to thoughtfulness. Alex cocked an eyebrow in question. “Well, he got some weird letter before we boarded the train. As we were checking out of our hotel, the clerk gave him an envelope. He opened it, read it, and became very upset. He first tore it in half, then stuffed it in his suitcase with a promise to burn it first change he got, which he eventually did in our cabin. When I asked, he wouldn’t tell me what was in it.”

Alex wrote it all down, noting that the burned piece of newspaper could very well have been in this envelope Mr Bracken had received. “How did he appear after that? At dinner, for example?”

“He was very distant, would barely talk to me. He was engrossed in his papers, even though he had promised not to work on our holiday. But it was almost as if he was possessed, he was almost feverish. I offered him some of my sleeping medicine, but he wouldn’t take it and, oh…” Suddenly she teared up again. “Oh god,” she wailed, “the last talk we ever had was an argument. I can’t believe this is happening!”

Alex nodded, allowing her to cry for a minute. He knew from experience grieving widows were especially hard to interrogate. Pushing it would only make them more upset, but he couldn’t be too lax. They usually had some vital piece of information. “Mrs. Bracken, please, just a little while longer. You said sleeping medicine. What kind do you take?”

“Barbital,” Mrs Bracken said, and Alex raised an eyebrow. “It’s not that unusual, Mr Manes. I’ve had night terrors, and they stopped when I started taking barbital.”

“Mrs Bracken,” Alex said, working to keep his voice even. “Your husband’s bedtime tea was laced with barbital. That’s why he never fought back.”

Isobel’s eyes widened, her eyes filling up with fresh tears and she let out a heartbroken wail. “You don’t think I gave him the barbital, do you? I would never drug my husband, Mr Manes!” She sniffed. “I will check if a bottle is missing for you, Mr Manes. Just to give you some peace of mind.”

Alex inclined his head in thanks, wrote down the new information, and continued. “In Istanbul, did you notice anyone following you?” Isobel shook her head. “And finally, did you at any point during the night, open your window?”

She looked at him like he was crazy. “Mr Manes, it is barely 41 degrees outside. Why would I do that?” Then she started sobbing again. “He was so cold…”

Alex wrote it down and closed his notebook. “Thank you, Mrs. Bracken. I will need to talk to you again later, but I will let you process this a bit further first.”

Isobel rose, still sobbing, and left the carriage, leaving Alex behind, lost in thought.

So, the murderer had sent the newspaper clipping to Mr and Mrs Bracken’s hotel. Was it a warning? Or a way to make Noah make a wrong move? Blackmail? Was the barbital from Mrs Bracken’s supply? And how did that window open?

Still so many unanswered questions, and more than a few coincidences Alex couldn’t explain away easily.

The carriage door slid open again and a person far less welcome entered. Compagnie director Jesse Manes crossed to his table in two strides and sat down without being invited. “So, Mrs. Bracken did it, yes?”

Alex frowned. “Excuse me?”

“Oh, come on. The door was locked, the only person who could’ve done it is the person in the room.”

“I’m not at all convinced. There are several things that don’t add up. The open window for one. The irregular stab wounds for another. Plus, why would Isobel Bracken want to take revenge for Rosa Ortecho?”

Jesse Manes scoffed. “Please don’t ask me to explain a woman’s logic. They’re not always the most reasonable of sorts.”

Alex rolled his eyes heavily and leant back. “Charming. A true miracle mom didn’t stick around, she really missed out on a quality husband.”

Jesse Manes gave him a contemptuous look. “Don’t blame me for your mother leaving, boy. She wasn’t right in the head.”

“Well, someone wasn’t, anyway. Pretty sure it wasn’t her, though.” Alex rose before Jesse Manes could do anything more than glower at him. “If you would be so kind as to hand me the keys to the luggage carriage. I want to check it for clues. Perhaps even the murder weapon.”

Scowling, Jesse Manes slammed his master keys on the table and rose. “It’s through the Belgrade carriage. Have fun looking through three cars worth of luggage.”

“Thanks!” Alex said, managing to sound cheerful as he grabbed the keys and left the dining carriage before his father could do anything else. As he walked, he noticed his fingers trembling slightly. He’d developed that unfortunate tell after his discharge. It only happened when his adrenaline levels spiked sufficiently enough to bring up his heartrate and fool his body into thinking he was in danger. Being around Jesse Manes apparently triggered it.

He unlocked and relocked the door between the Paris and Belgrade cars, stepped through, and made his way to the back where the luggage carriage was located.

It was one big mess. Mostly overlarge suitcases and meticulously wrapped parcels occupied the space and it wasn’t very well organized. Just looking at this gave Alex a headache. Pushing through it, he began to wade through the luggage.

About ten minutes in, he froze solid. His hand had landed on a guitar case. Slowly, he pulled it from the mess and held it up, vaguely hearing his miserable attempts at producing sound from Michael’s old guitar drift towards him from the past. He almost opened it to see the guitar and hold one in his hands again, when a voice snapped him out of his memories. “Nostalgia is a fickle mistress, yes?”

Alex almost dropped the guitar. Instead, he put it back down carefully and turned around. Michael was standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame and smirking slightly. Alex took a step towards him. “You know, after I was discharged, I thought for sure I would never see you again.”

Michael pushed off from the doorframe and took a step forward as well, his hands buried in his pockets again, looking at his feet in a very transparent way to hide his nerves. “Is that what you want?” Michael could barely look him in the eye as he stopped to a halt a few feet away.

Alex blinked a few times, trying to find a suitable answer. What did he want? “We’re not kids anymore. What I want doesn’t matter,” he echoed the words his drill sergeant had yelled at him more often than he cared to remember. And yet he had moved closer to Michael. They were now barely a foot apart.

Michael’s eyes snapped up to Alex’s fully now. Something unspoken went between them. Alex’s eyes flicked to Michael’s lips, and then Michael was on him.

Once again, it was like the last ten years hadn’t ever happened. Michael felt so familiar against him, the warmth of his hand in his neck, how his lips moved against his. Alex’s body reacted instinctively. His hands pulled Michael closer to him by his belt, then tried to find somewhere to hold, but he couldn’t decide where he wanted to touch. He wanted to touch everywhere. When he landed on his waist, he wanted to touch his face. When his hand was on Michael’s face, he wanted to run his hands through those curls.

Michael walked him backwards, and Alex’s back hit the wooden wall with a thump. Both moaned softly as Michael pressed himself against Alex as close as possible and Alex could already feel Michael’s arousal against his leg. Michael’s hands were roaming all over his body and in the end landed on Alex’s hips. His fingers dug into his flesh, drawing another gasp from Alex’s lips.

Alex heart felt full to bursting. He hadn’t been kissed like this in a decade. Sure, he’d had some kisses here and there, but where does one find a fellow queer man in America in one of the most conservative times of the country? But Michael was the only one who could make his entire being feel on fire with barely a few touches. Michael broke the kiss after what seemed like an eternity, pressing his forehead against Alex’s. Their breathing was heavy, in complete sync as they held onto each other.

Every point of Alex’s body that touched Michael’s was tingling heavily, and his lips felt swollen from Michael’s enthusiastic kisses. “That was…” Michael said, trying to recover his breath.

“A one-time thing,” Alex forced himself to say. The longer he and Michael weren’t kissing, the more he returned to his senses. Michael was a suspect in a murder investigation, Alex wasn’t supposed to be making out with him.

Michael barely looked concerned. “Mm-mm. That’s what you said after that first time.” His hand slid down Alex’s body, landing on his crotch. Alex inhaled sharply, closing his eyes at the intense sensations. “Mmm. I don’t think he quite agrees with you, Alex.”

“God, Guerin,” Alex growled, his hands grabbing Michael’s face and pulling him close again. The kiss was hotter now, fuelled by lust more than pain. Quick as a cat, he spun Michael around, so his back was to the wall now. Alex grabbed his hands and pinned them above their hands. Michael chuckled breathlessly. Even after all this time, Alex still knew exactly what Michael liked.

Alex rolled his hips against Michael’s and the intense friction made them both groan. “Alex,” Michael growled, sounding absolutely wrecked. Alex had to call upon the very last shred of his willpower to pull away enough to look into Michael’s eyes. “This is a very dumb idea,” Michael continued, even as his lips chased Alex’s.

“It is,” breathed Alex, as he nipped Michael’s lips, “You’re a suspect in a murder that I’m investigating.”

“This could be seen as a conflicting interest.” Michael captured Alex’s lower lip between his teeth and bit down lightly.

“It really could,” Alex agreed in a muffled voice.

Still, it took the two of them another ten minutes to recover enough of their self-control to pull apart. At this point, they were both panting heavily, and Alex was painfully hard. He couldn’t help but notice Michael was in the same predicament. “Let’s pretend this never happened, for now, shall we?” he said between heavy breaths.

Michael nodded, not looking at Alex as he tried to regain his breath. “Yeah. We don’t want your father finding us in a compromising position again, huh.”

“Please, don’t joke about that, Michael,” Alex said in a pained voice.

“Sorry.” For a few minutes they were silent, both trying to recover their strength enough to leave. “Okay, I think I’m good now. See you around, Private.” With an absolutely wicked grin, he tapped his conductor’s hat and left the luggage carriage, leaving Alex behind who was in no way shape or form ‘good’.

He would probably not be able to leave this carriage for a while yet. Sitting himself down on the nearest trunk, Alex began rifling through the other luggage at random, hoping to find any clue.

Focus was hard to find, however, and it took him a full two hours more to search the rest of the carriage. He came away with no new clues.

As he re-entered the Paris carriage, he saw Michael talking to the tall white man he’d overheard someone call ‘Max’. Michael spotted him as well, and over the tall man’s shoulder, he threw Alex an absolutely sinful look. Alex groaned inwardly.

It was going to be a very long day.

#malex #malex ff #malex fanfic #rnm ff #roswell new mexico #Alex Manes #Michael Guerin #a disaster bi and a chaotic gay #what could go wrong #otp:I Don't Look Away #motoe au #my fanfics #my malex ff

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Brother Lover, Lover Brother

Instead of working on Wrong Trousers, here I am with the beginning of another long fic. This is the idea where instead of a clone, Michael instead has an identical twin. Shoutout to @larenoz for helping me with Michael’s twin’s name :)

The first phone call Alex made after receiving the job offer email was Jim Valenti. It’s been almost a decade since he officially became a Valenti, burying the Manes name, and legacy, and fear all with it. The day Jesse Manes was taken away from the house in handcuffs, Jim had promised Alex he would have a better life, and Alex has made damn sure of it. 

At age twelve Alex had promised himself he would have a better life, and sitting there in his first office, for his first real job a single week after graduation; Alex almost felt a sense of accomplishment. He was well on his way to achieving that goal of a better life. He turned around to look outside the window of his moderate sized office and let himself feel a moment of contentment. 

His phone rang where it was sat on his desk, and Alex glanced over to see Kyle’s drunk smile staring at him. Smiling, Alex picked up the phone. “Hey bro,” he greeted his adoptive brother.

“Bruh! You situated in your new digs? How does it feel to be working at Antar?” Kyle greeted him with his usual exuberance. 

“I’ve got a plushie chair and floor to ceiling windows. I think I finally made it,” Alex laughed his response. 

“So you’re like a big shot coder dude now?”

“Kyle, man, I explained this to you. I’m not a coder, I’m a Securities Design Engineer. Do I call you a kiddie doctor?” 

Kyle’s laugh filled him with joy, just like it always did. When he went from best friend to adopted brother, Alex wasn’t sure how Kyle would handle the change. The brief period when they were fourteen and Alex came out to his family were the toughest, and he was sure Kyle’s anger was going to turn into hate. But Jim and Michelle never let that happen, and by the time Alex left for MIT, he was happy to have his brother back. His real brother. 

Kyle was still talking on the other end. “Fine dude, but now that you’re back in Roswell, and have a cushy job, it’s time for us to get you a man! You’re too hot to be so tragically single, and I have a moral duty to find you the hottest guy now that we’re back home.” 

Alex sighed at Kyle’s enthusiasm. He had made the mistake of sharing his life plans with Kyle right before they went off to college, and Kyle has not forgotten how Alex planned to be in a steady relationship by the age of twenty-five. And now he was going to use all his brotherly knowledge to embarrass Alex. 

“Kyle seriously, I do not need your help with getting dates. Do not even think about it, I’m warning you.”

“I’m just being a good brother.”

“I won’t hesitate to get mom involved. You know how she feels about you not not dating,” Alex shot back. 

“Alex! I thought we talked about this!” Kyle’s shocked response was almost a squeal. 

Alex grinned and turned towards the door. And suddenly felt all the breath leaving his body in a whoosh. The most gorgeous man Alex had ever laid eyes on was standing at his office door, and Alex felt like he was dreaming. The man had the most gorgeous amber eyes, honey blond curls cropped short on the sides, long on top. A tempting curl hung over an eye. The man wore a well cut, well-fitted navy suit, and seeing him leaning there with a smirk on his face felt like the beginning of the best kind of dream. 

“Kyle, I’ll call you back,” Alex whispered and hung up before he could hear a response. 

“I didn’t mean to intrude,” the handsome stranger said, sauntering inside the office. 

“Oh no,” Alex stuttered, “my brother was just calling to check in.” 

“How very family oriented of you,” the man smirks. “I just wanted to come introduce myself to the newest addition to the Securities team. I’m Chris,” he said with an extended hand. 

If Alex was a little too enthusiastic handshake, no one had to know. He couldn’t help but notice how smooth Chris’ clearly manicured hand was, smooth and soft. 

“I would love to take you out,” Chris said, “to lunch of course.”

Alex couldn’t believe his luck. He had a degree, a great job, and now the man of his dreams just asked him out. Life was really good.

***

“Wow dude, if I’d known you were on such a lucky streak I’d have made you buy a lottery ticket,” Kyle yelled wrapping an arm around Alex’s shoulder as soon as they walked in through the doors of their favorite bar and restaurant, The Wild Pony. Hopefully Maria was there tonight to save Alex from the onslaught of brotherly love. 

Speaking of the woman. “Alex has always been the luckiest one,” came Maria’s voice from behind the bar. Alex gave her a grateful smile, knowing his friend wouldn’t let his brother get too overzealous. 

“Deluca, you don’t even know the half of it. This guy here starts at the biggest defense contract firm in New Mexico and already has a date with a hot guy!” Kyle announced with a flourish, taking a seat right next to Alex at the bar. 

“Ok it isn’t like I’m dating the guy,” Alex clarified. “Yet.”

Maria laughed. “Who is this man who stole your heart so quickly? Give us some details here, Alex.”

“Ok, so. His name is Chris, he works in my company, hot as hell, wears extremely well-tailored suits, and has curls that I want to push my fingers through all the time. So yeah basically the man of my dreams,” Alex said. 

“Chris? With curls? That seems very familiar,” Maria mused while pouring them a drink. 

Kyle looked at Maria, “you know this guy?” 

Maria pushed the drinks at them, “I think he might be this guy I’ve seen hanging out with the Evans twins.” 

“Isobel and Max? Damn, Alex I think you bagged a rich dude,” Kyle answered. 

Alex was curious now, “you know the Evans twins? Aren’t they like Roswell royalty?” 

Maria’s response was laughter. “Yes they are. Their parents started the company you’re working for now, and combined they have more degrees than half the town. Isobel’s boyfriend is the one who got Liz’s dad through the whole citizenship ordeal, and Liz and Max dated for a while.” 

Alex had so much hometown gossip to catch up on, and from all the nodding Kyle was doing, he knew all this before Alex did. But tonight was about celebrating life moving in the right direction for him, and Alex didn’t want his family and friends forgetting him for gossip. 

“You guys are here to celebrate with me, not update me on the lifestyles of the rich and the famous. Let’s get back to drinking,” he said, slapping his hands on the bar counter. 

“And what about your rich hottie?” Kyle jokingly asked. 

“That’s definitely the kindest way you’ve described me so far, Kyle,” came a new voice from behind Alex, and he whirled around to see Chris standing behind him. He looked just as delectable in dark skinny jeans and a plaid shirt under a leather jacket, as he did with a suit. 

“Guerin? You’re my brother’s object of desire?” Kyle asked, bewildered. He turned to look at Alex with a faint sense of hurt, as if Alex did something wrong here by finding an attractive man, attractive. 

Shit. So the handsome guy Alex was lusting after was none other than the son of Rath Guerin, one of the two founders of Antar Inc. the company he started working at. Today. The potential for disaster was high, but one look at Chris in those tight jeans made Alex forget all about the risks of wanting the son of the company’s president. 

“Hello to you too, Kyle. Maria, how are you?” Chris asked, throwing a smile at Maria that had her blushing in return. He sat on the other side of Alex with a brush of his fingers on Alex’s shoulder, and then it was Alex’s turn to blush. 

The rest of the evening passed in a pleasant hazy blur for Alex. Despite the less than stellar start, Kyle managed to warm up to Chris, who was all around charming and funny. And at the end of the night, he placed a hand low on Alex’s back to ask him if Alex could walk him back to his car. 

Standing in the parking lot’s semi-darkness, surrounded only by the dark landscape of the New Mexico desert and the loud noises of the Pony, Alex felt like he was walking on sunshine. Even though he hadn’t expected to run into Chris that night, he was glad at how well he fit with his friends, and now he hoped to end the night with a kiss. 

Chris played with his sleeves for a moment, before looking up and smiling at Alex. “I had a good time tonight. I think your brother finally likes me.” 

Alex laughed, “yeah he doesn’t always trust the guys I want to date.” 

“Oh? Are you saying you want to date me, Alex?” 

Alex stumbled, trying to recover quick. “Uh, I mean, I don’t have- we don’t need -”

Chris kept smiling as he got a hold of Alex’s jacket lapel and pulled him close. “I guess this counts as the first date then,” he said softly, his eyes moving down to Alex’s lips. 

Alex’s heart was thudding in his chest. He like he was on fire everywhere his body touched Chris’ body, and his eyes couldn’t move away from his lips. Alex wanted to kiss him so bad. 

“If this is a date,” Chris starts, “can it end with a kiss?” 

Instead of responding, Alex grabs his face and kisses him. The kiss was everything Alex wanted, and yes he may not have any idea what he was going to do the next day when reality dumped ice water on his head, but tonight, in the arms of the handsomest man he’d seen, Alex felt like all his dreams were coming true.

#roswell new mexico #malex #malex fic #brief alex x oc #alex manes #kyle valenti #maria deluca #chris guerin #michael guerin #my fic #my writing #this part does not have malex #but the next one will

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Once Upon a Time...

The forest was almost dead quiet. No birds singing, no crickets chirping, no frogs croaking. There was a thick mist rising from the lake covering the area in a soft grey blanket. Thunder rumbled in the distance threatening rain as lightning flashed across the horizon. On the ground, only a stone’s throw away from the water's edge, lay a crumpled form. Soot stained white wings spread across the ground, the left one twisted at the wrong angle. A way away lay a silver sword stained with blood, metal dull in the half-light. The angel was badly wounded, littered with minor cuts and bruises across his entire body as well as a rather bloody stab wound to his abdomen. He was alive if barely, his chest rising and falling unevenly with each laboured breath he took. A figure knelt over him, a hand tracing across his face gently as he struggled to open his eyes.

“Looks like you’ve been dragging your wings through the mud again Mickey,” Lucifer smirked as he looked down at his older brother and Michael knew it even before he opened his eyes trying to focus them on his brother’s face. “Can’t you just let me die in peace?” He groaned out, every word adding to the pain already coursing through his body. It was a useless question, his brother wasn’t about to miss an opportunity to take pleasure in his misery. “Now Mickey even under normal circumstances that wouldn’t happen you know that.” The devil snorted as his hand traced down the other angel’s neck. Michael did know that even if he’d never really considered the possibility of actually dying on the times it had crossed his mind Lucifer had always been present. Whether an active participant in his demise or just there to gloat he was always there. There had even been occasions when his brother had been saddened by his death but they were few and far between. “In which case you might want to get on with the gloating.” He hissed as Lucifer’s hands continued down his body, brushing over wounds and causing fresh pain to lace through him it almost made him use what little energy he had left to shove him away. “Not here to gloat big brother.” He was glad he hadn’t wasted his energy now, he needed it to frown disbelievingly at the other who’s smirk was still firmly in place as his hand continued down until it was hovering over the stab wound. Michael’s eyes slipped closed with a pained noise that he would deny was a whimper with his last breath as his brother traced the edge of the wound with a questing finger. “Only seven blades in existence can kill an angel and you get stabbed by one. At least tell me it wasn’t your own blade Mickey?” Lucifer wasn’t sure how his brother managed to convey both anger and annoyance in the state he was in without opening his eyes but he did manage it, quite well at that. “Luci...” Michael gritted out as his brother pressed down on the wound. He didn’t want to spend his last moments fighting with his once favourite brother and just wished he could pass out from the pain and get it all over with. But the pain appeared to be receding and he forced his eyes open to stare at his younger brother who’s smirk had softened slightly. “Told you I wasn’t here to gloat.” Lucifer removed his hand and lent back to eye his brother critically, he looked like hell and that was something Lucifer could say with certainty having first-hand knowledge of it. “Thank you.” Michael hesitated as he pushed himself into more of a sitting position, wincing as the movement sent pain through his wings, he watched his brother suspiciously because this way so unlike him. “Not to sound ungrateful but why?” Lucifer snorted as he got to his feet and moved over to pick up his brother’s fallen sword, looking it over thoughtfully. A slight wave of fear went through the older angel as he watched the other, despite having been healed he was in no state to fight, but Lucifer just flipped it and offered him the hilt. “Because as I’m sure you’re aware I had nothing to do with the current take over in heaven.” Michael made a noise of agreement as he accepted the sword. It had been humiliating enough to discover they were losing, to find out it wasn’t even Lucifer behind it was the icing on the cake. He did not want to discuss it, something his brother was obviously aware of because he added. “And I would rather you in charge than Belial.” “Not saying much I’d rather you in charge than Belial,” Michael muttered as he accepted the hand Lucifer held out to him and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet where he wobbled slightly as he sheathed his sword. “Can I have that written in blood?” “Piss off!” “Now now that’s no way to speak to someone who just saved your life.” Lucifer chided as he moved to be in a position to catch his brother should his legs give out. As funny as that would be it would not improve his sour mood and letting him hit the ground would be seen as even less friendly. “How did you know I was in trouble?” Michael queried as he leant against a nearby tree carefully. Heaven had been in quite the shambles when he’d last been able to pay attention. Though Belial hadn’t yet taken over he hadn’t been far off. Then again the twins had been close enough to see Belial’s attack on him and he wouldn’t be surprised if one of them had called Lucifer for help. “Heaven has fallen Michael,” Lucifer informed him solemnly and he did actually look sorry which was more than a little confusing. “Gabriel was the only archangel to escape, he was badly wounded but had the sense to come to me with those he got out and tell me what had happened.” “Is he going to be alright?” Lucifer made a noise of agreement as he moved over to be closer to Michael even though there was less chance of him falling now. “He’ll be fine, apparently there was only one archangel blade lying around.” Michael became very interested in the leaf-covered ground at his feet and Lucifer raised one eyebrow. “I take it it was yours.” “The twins told me not to take it.” He admitted with a slight sigh refusing to look up at his brother. “I didn’t listen.” “Of course they did they’re clever and of course you didn’t you’re a stubborn idiot,” Lucifer muttered half under his breath as he crossed his arms. The second level and what was left of the first level had been put in charge of hiding the archangel blades after the fall and in the end, only the twins knew their locations, something many had opposed after their, and in particular Alice’s, estrangement from heaven. “Who got away?” “Not many, a few of the runaways, a handful from the lower levels, even less from the upper levels.” Lucifer listed as he sat down on a fallen tree. “The twins?” “Just Alice, Adrian and a handful of others stayed behind to cover the escape. They didn’t make it out.” Michael nodded as he stared down at the ground, he doubted Alice was taking the loss of her twin particularly well and he felt a pang of guilt as he realized it was partially, if not completely, his fault. The second garrison, and the twins, in particular, had tried to get them to fall back and concentrate their efforts on the centre so they weren’t so thinly spread but he’d refused. “Beating yourself up is not going to help anyone, Mickey.” “I should have listened to them.” “Definitely but it’s a bit late for that now.” Michael glared at him and he did his best not to smirk, after all, he wasn’t supposed to be antagonizing his brother but it was so much more amusing than letting him get lost in his own head. After all, if they were arguing his brother couldn’t blame himself. “Right now the best you can do is try and fix the mistake.” The older angel frowned down at the ground and Lucifer sighed as he got up, they shouldn’t be lingering Belial would undoubtedly want to make sure Michael was dead and the two of them would be fairly noticeable. He trusted his ability to defend himself against anyone Belial sent but his brother was in no condition to fight and would be a distraction. “Come on, we need to get back to the others I left Alice in charge and she’s probably pulling her hair out by now.” “I can’t fly.” Michael pointed out as he pushed himself off the tree, swaying again now it wasn’t supporting him. His pride had taken enough hits for the time being and he didn’t think he’d ever live it down if he collapsed. “Then I guess I’ll have to carry you.” The unamused look his brother gave him was worth the pain it was going to be fulfilling his statement. “You don’t want me trying to heal your wings, Mickey, if I screw it up you’ll end up with permanent damage. You’re better off waiting.” His older brother huffed but after a moment's hesitation, he nodded dejectedly. “That’s the spirit.” Lucifer clapped with more false joy than was strictly necessary and Michael glared at him. “I hate you, you know that right?” Lucifer laughed at him shaking his head fondly as he picked his brother up bridal style ignoring his muttered complaint and almost petulant expression, he almost regretted not letting anyone come with him this would make their century. “Be nice or I’ll drop you.”

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[nala-kenmore]

The Power of Friendship (and Mhy Space)

I turn off Hy School Musical [and end the pain ;)], since I can tell it’s distracting Julian and the pigs.

((Julian, I know you’re behind the couch.)) I think to him. ((But I don’t think it’s me that should be judging this. I’m not in the worm telepathic network, so I wouldn’t be able to tell how effective the hiding is. Maybe you should tell your pigs to do their best to hide somewhere in a group on the ship, and you try to find them? If they can all hide from you, then with your help you should have no problem hiding from Nemo!))

Thinking there’s not really much I can assist Julian with at the moment, I decide to focus on my other mission: digging up dirt about my brother’s closest allies! Since most of them seemed determined to behead me if things went wrong after I came back and, well, things have gone pretty wrong since I’ve come back, I figure any information advantage I can get over them could be useful!

I head off to the ship’s bridge and check the computer. This could take me hours to get past all the encryptions that are sure to be in place to find the really personal messages and details of- oh wait, what’s this “Mhy Space” app?

WOW! It’s all here! The first tab seems to be a place where you share thoughts with all your friends on the network. I learn quite a few interesting things here about Ziara’s family history and the “Bane Ones”. At least Ziara seems loyal to Michael, I appreciate that.

The next tab are photos. I have a quick skim through, but I’m quickly disgusted by all the “happy” pictures of Ziara and Gwen with dead wraith and prisoners in cages. Urgh, I take back the appreciation, it looks like she’s Gwen 2.0! I hope she doesn’t stick around for too long on our hive once I’m back! I move on before I can see the LOVE EVOL album…

Next is where private messages are stored. Ziara’s sent a lot of messages to someone called K1ngKen… is that my brother? I hesitate: should I click? Maybe it isn’t right to invade my brother’s privacy… But I feel like there’s still so much I don’t know about him or what his life has been like the past hundred years… Just a peak won’t hurt! The most recent messages are a little boring, all sent from Ziara with no reply, giving updates about hunting for Jamie. Ok, not super interesting but not the worst so far… As I flick back, the messages get more and more personal… Oh my gosh, are her and my brother a couple?! As I reach a message where Michael talks about her hair, I decide enough is enough and close that chat!

Well, at least the more recent messages seemed colder… maybe they broke up? He deserves someone better than her! She seems creepy and a little too similar to Gwen… oh gosh, I hope they haven’t dated… or are currently…Oh no, is that why he didn’t punish her for the prisoner escape?! Why does he have so many bad influences around him, no wonder he has such a bad reputation with other aliens!

The other messages seem either boring or weird- I do NOT want to see the “nudes of mr big bad” whoever he is! So I go to the final tab, which is a friends list. I learn that once you click on a friend, it takes you to their page. You can’t get as many details as you can for your own page, but it’s still interesting!

I go to Michael’s first, but it’s pretty cold and professional. I suppose that shouldn’t surprise me, that is the front he always seems to put up these days. One of the sections on his profile is a wraith head count… yikes, I was almost number 9274…

I go to Gwen’s page next, and that one’s pretty boring as well! Can you only see the interesting stuff on your own? She seems to be quite close to her dad and younger brother, I suppose that’s cute… Oh, and it looks like she had a sister who died. I wonder if that’s part of the reason she is the way she is today? I try to find how she died, but the details don’t seem to be mentioned.

Next is Tulsix’s. It’s VERY flashy! He seems to like a lot of flashy things too, like clothes and houses. Aw, and his personal assistant is with him in all of his pictures! It’s becoming more and more strange to see this side of all these people, maybe I was a little quick to judge and they’re more complicated than just scary scientists…

Ooh, Sydney has a page! I spot some posts about thought experiments, I guess he really does like them! Gosh, I suppose I’m lucky he liked my answers, considering how harshly he’s reacted to some people’s… I notice that he has a playlist of songs for people, and oh, there’s one for me there already! And even one for Tiberius! I listen to Tib’s first -it really suits him!- before getting up the nerve to listen to mine. It surprises me at first, since it has talking in rather than singing. But it’s really interesting, and it reminds me of the conversation I had with him back when I was “mystery girl”! I wonder if things will be the same, when I get back? If, you know, Michael doesn’t banish me for causing him such a disaster and going against his orders to save Julian… I have a quick look at some of Sydney’s videos, but he talks very fast in them. I should probably keep my focus on the tasks at hand, and save any “thinking energy” for is Julian’s hide and seek game doesn’t work out.

((How’s it going?)) I think to Julian.

[lewishamil10n]

F I N A L E

Day 12 - Sam and Dean don’t remember each other. 

Warnings - Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, I feel upset because this wasn’t sent to you on time, and tumblr didn’t sumit this properly and i’m so sorry, I really am, but please tell me how to make it up to you, i’m writing you another Berry!AU

Also, I’m your wincestmas anon – but you kinda knew that already, didn’t you? 

  ‘What do you mean, they don’t remember each other?’ Castiel ran his hands through his hair in frustration. 

  It was bad enough that both hunter’s had been injured on a case, and Castiel had been to busy trying to fix another problem with Michael and Lucifer. 

  [Over a goddamn puppy.]

  ‘I don’t know! They can’t even remember their own life, their own names, but of course they remember each other’s names.’ Gabriel rolled his eyes. 

  ‘Can’t you fix this?’ Castiel asked, and he shrugged. 

  ‘I would if I could, but that’s more Raphael’s department. And we haven’t exactly located where her atoms are located in the Empty.’ The trickster stood protectively outside the Winchester’s bedroom, leaning on the back of his head against the wall and sighing. ‘The two of them are asleep, thankfully.’

  ‘You mean, you made them sleep?’

  ‘Same difference.’

  ‘So then why are you still here?’

  Castiel knew why, but he wanted to hear it come from Gabriel himself, out of stubborness. The trickster rolled his eyes, knowing exactly what his little brother wanted.

  ‘I am not confessing anything to you, little bro.’ 

  ‘It will make you feel better?’ The angel suggested, smiling proudly.

  ‘You really have been hanging around the Winchester’s too much. I remember the days when you wouldn’t hesitate to tell someone their acting ridiculous, but nowadays it’s like you’re almost one of them.’

  ‘No, just simply looking out for them. I am their assigned angel, after all.’ 

  🌻

  Only one name has been ringing through Sam’s head. Dean. 

  Dean. Apparently that was the name of the man who was sleeping next to him. He should feel creeped out, sleeping with another man, but…nothing. Its kinda nice, comforting even. 

His name was Sam. At least, that was what Dean had told him. 

  Maybe his name was Dean? He swung his long feet off the bed, walking towards the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. Man, he was tall, and his hair looked well-kept. Nice face too. 

  Stripping off his shirt, he spun around and looked at the litter of scars and marks all over his body. One stood out, a satanic symbol with wavy rays surrounding it. 

  Anti-possession symbol. His mind helpfully supplied. 

  A anti-possession symbol? Why would he need something like that? He wasn’t part of some cult, was he? Shaking his head, he decided to take a shower to clear his mind and grime off his body. The clothes in the drawer fit him just right, so he must’ve lived here. Taking one last glance at the man sleeping on the bed – Dean – and he was absolutely beautiful.

  Was he dating him? Something in his gut churned, because he felt like he wasn’t supposed to be dating this guy – a man, out of all things, but his heart seemingly fluttered at the thought of him. He left him alone in his slumber, and left the room.

  He walked passed what seemed to be an endless amount of doors, before arriving at what seemed to be a library, and multiple people we’re surrounded around a map. 

  ‘Sam!’ Gabriel shouted, glee evident. ‘Hey! Did you and Dean get your memories back?’ 

  ‘Whose Dean?’ He asked. 

  Everyone’s faces dropped. 

  🌻

  He woke up. The first thing that came to mind was simply ‘Sam.’

  Who the fuck was Sam again? 

  Oh right, the tall guy that was sleeping next to him last night. Well, he wasn’t there anymore, and the bathroom door was still open, so he must’ve left. 

  What was his name again? Dean, yeah – Dean. That’s what the tall guy – Sam – had told him. He must’ve been a one night stand or something. Never expected to fall in bed with a guy, but hey, you never know. 

He took a quick shower and spotted the discarded clothing on the floor, and picked it up, and cautiously smelled it. He didn’t know why, but it seemed awfully familiar. Calming even. 

  Great, now he was smelling people’s clothing like a creep. 

  He shuffled through the drawer’s to see if he could find something, anything that could fit him, and surprisingly, he did. A red plaid shirt with blue jeans would suffice. 

  Walking out of the room, he couldn’t even find his way around…what was this? A mansion? Opening up a next door, it was empty, except for a large, sleek black car. 

  ‘Baby.’ He said out loud. Baby. Why did that name seem so familiar? His hands roamed all over the car. It was well kept, shiny, and popping her hood he whistled. All the parts seem so old, and yet…they looked brand new. 1967 Chevy Impala. Right! He knew her. He knew her! Baby! This was his car! She owned him, and took care of him on cold nights and hot summer days, and picked up any woman that came into contact with him. 

  This one thing, this object, this car, made his heart swell with happiness. Blurry memories started flashing, and he knew that this car had never left his side. 

  A red haired lady came running into the room, with another one close behind, who had blond hair, blue eyes and looked like he was in his 50’s. ‘Dean! You’re back! Come on, Sam doesn’t seem to remember anything –’

  The red haired girl, who looks like she’s supposed to be in college, gives him a confused look, then shares it with blondie next to her. 

  ‘Dean?’ The blond one asks. 

  ‘Whose Sam?’

  🌻

  The Winchesters are forced to sit next to each other, while Rowena tries to find something, anything that’ll bring the boys memories back. There’s a whole book on them, really, but nothing seems to be working. It’s just like one day, they simply forgot everything about themselves and their lives. Jody starts crying a bit after the final tea doesn’t seem to do anything at all, and Castiel sighs. 

  ‘Michael, big brother, have we found Raphael yet?’ He asks, because Castiel is literally willing to stab himself.

  ‘Yes, actually. It’ll take me a couple of hours to come back with her grace, because she has a lot more than the rest of us do, and I don’t know if Adam can handle that.’ Michael says, watching as Adam put another fry into his mouth. ‘Adam?’

  ‘Yeah?’

  ‘Are you willing to make another trip into the Empty?’

  “Wait, you mean that huge black hole of darkness and what literally nightmare are made out of?’ Adam shivers.

  ‘Yes, that is what I’m referring to. Please, we need to save the Winchesters.’ Michael pleaded.

  Adam considered it for a moment, pinching his nose. ‘Fine. But they owe me. Big time.’

  🌻

  ‘Look, man.’ Dean approaches Sam later that day. Sam looks up from his book he was reading, clearly irritated. ‘I don’t know why we’re here, but I’d like to go home.’

  ‘Yeah. So do I. Except from the fact that this is apparently out home, and when I searched up my home address, it’s a dog shelter?’ Sam replies.

  ‘So? Maybe you live upstairs or something!’ Dean throws his hands in the air, pulling up a chair and placing his feet on the table, making Sam grimace. 

  ‘Uh, no, the place has been abandoned for years.’ 

  ‘Woah, ain’t that weird?’

  ‘Speak for yourself.’ Sam goes right back to the book he was reading, and Dean doesn’t seem to make any movement to leave. ‘Are you waiting for something?’

  ‘I have this bad urge to kiss you.’ Dean states bluntly.

  Sam flushes. ‘What! I don’t even know you!’

  ‘So?’ Dean shrugs. ‘For some reason, were put to sleep in the same bed, photos of us kissing are hung up in the kitchen, and everyone expects us to make out at some point. Besides from the fact that I can’t get you out of my head, I want to run my fingers through your hair, and you look absolutely ravishing.’

  Sam hits him with his book, and storms out of the room, flustered. 

🌻

  Raphael is back.

  Sam and Dean have barely spoken to each other. It’s awkward without the brother’s usual banter, and Jack feels like he doesn’t even know his dads anymore. Sam starts to believe he’s a lawyer and Dean simply thinks he’s a mechanic and starts making googly eyes at Rowena. Rowena nearly poisons his food. 

  The female archangel looks at the two of them sitting next to each other again, simply not speaking or talking or holding hands. She can feel the dullness of their souls, and if this were to continue any further, they may not remember each other at all.

  ‘This may sting a little.’ Raphael says, and she could hear everyone hold their breath. SHe places her hands on their foreheads, and surges her grace through them with one large blast, knocking the WInchester’s off their seats and into the air. They slam against the wall and fall to the floor, groaning in pain. 

  ‘Sam!’ Everyone says in unison. ‘Dean!’ 

  🌻

  They still don’t remember who they are, and after a couple of failed attempts, they let the Winchesters leave. 

  They’re both standing next to the stairs, and Sam has a bag slung over his shoulder, looking at Dean curiously. 

  ‘So, this is goodbye then.’ Dean breaks the silence.

  Sam tilts his head in acknowledgement. ‘Guess so.’

  A few more moments of silence, tears forming in their friends’ eyes. Sam is walking up the stairs, and Dean is walking towards the garage. 

  ‘I’ll see you, De.’

  ‘See ya, Sammy.’

  Everyone in the room freezes. 

  🌻

  ‘De?’ Sam Winchester asks, turning around to look at his big brother, his world, his best friend, his husband. 

  ‘Sammy?’ Dean Winchester says, looking right back at his younger brother, his sunshine, his best friend, his husband. 

  Sam drops the bag on the floor, running towards Dean, and leaps. Dean grabs him tight, as Sam’s legs wrapped around his waist and he latched his arms around his neck. 

  They both kiss softly yet quickly, desperate yet soothing. Everyone is cheering, and looking into each other’s eyes, everything is said, no need to say it out loud. 

  I love you.

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this is NEXT LEVEL AMAZING AAAAAAAAAAA :DDD i love how they instinctively knew each other even when they’d lost their memories, and i love how it all clicked for them in the end. such a cute, soft fic <3

AND OH, I’M SO HAPPY TO KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!! i love seeing your posts on my dash, you seem like such a sweet and uplifting person and you’ve been SO GOOD to me <3 

also, side note-- i love that you use the sunflower emoji as a divider, i love how it looks and i fucking love sunflowers :’D

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