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the-ravenist · 11 months
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My Angel
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Warren Worthington x Black!GN!Reader
This happens after Apocalypse, but takes place in this era(like 2019+), Warren is alive, no metal wings or tattoos, implied that Warren plays the guitar, mentions of scars, established relationship, you/your/you're pronouns used, reader is mentioned to be an elemental mutant(ex. poison ivy) is mentioned, reader is black and has locs, def ooc Warren, reader, and warren speak Greek, google translated Greek, warren is heavily devoted to reader, reader is selectively mute, Warren does bird-like things, and reader could be described as autistic
The sound of rain hitting the window fills the dark bedroom, besides the yellow glow that the strawberry-scented candle on the nightstand gives off. The room doesn't really have that much, well besides the guitar and amp in the corner by the window, a couple of cacti, venus flytraps, and butterwort plants sitting on the shelves.
A bouquet of giant white feathers sitting on the desk along with a couple of vintage robot toys and a jar full of shiny rocks and trinkets, a giant beanbag with a gray weighted blanket on it in the corner closest to the closet door, a king-size bed in the center of the largest wall of the room, with a nightstand on either side, a frame of feathers with a date under each one hanging above the bed.
In the middle of the bed is a little hut made up of a pair of white wings, the sound of muffled dialogue is heard from the little hut. Let's move inside the hut, shall we?
Warren's arms are wound tightly around your abdomen, the pressure would feel suffocating to some, but that's how you like it, the pressure gives you comfort.
Both wearing matching loungewear, black long sleeves, and dark gray sweatpants, the only thing different is your sleep socks, yours are black high socks while Warren's are white ankle socks. You are sitting in between his legs, slightly rocking to and fro, eyes watching AFV on the tablet, Warren is sitting behind you his head resting on your shoulder blonde hair resting on your light blue bonnet eyes focusing on the screen letting out a few laughs when something funny happens on screen.
"Do you feel better εραστής," he asks quietly.
Only a couple of hours ago you were training with Ororo, Professor Xavier had pushed saying that "your powers are upgrades of the ones before, so you need control" or something like that.
Now you were already overstimulated beforehand, noises were too loud, you had woken up late, it was your turn to wash dishes and someone had ripped your gloves so you had to touch wet food.
Yeah, the day was terrible, especially after Ororo had accidentally electrocuted you with her lightning, immediately sending you to the medics. You know it was an accident but that doesn't mean you weren't upset.
Warren being the fantastic boyfriend he is, had immediately sensed your distress when Hank told him to come to get you. He wouldn't admit it but, he could feel his heart breaking at the site of your watery eyes and your wrist smacking against each other, they weren't the ones you do when you're happy stimming.
This stimming was harsh, it had left your wrists throbbing, and your right wrist sprained a brace on your said wrist is proof. Yeah, being stronger than a normal human isn't the best part of being a mutant.
"Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου," Warren whispers the question.
Not taking your eyes off the screen, you murmured an answer.
"Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο." Warren hums in response.
"Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα," he asks. You let out a noise of affirmation, you needed your comfort snack right about now.
Warren murmurs a small okay and reaches for his phone, the feeling of one of his arms leaving your body brings a chill to your body. Warren knew that Peter, Ororo, Jean, Scott, and Kurt were downstairs in the kitchen, something about making I'm sorry cookies. Even though it was a bit mean to ask them, well Scott, to make his infamous mozzarella sticks. He didn't really care, he knew Jean would convince him to make them, she always knew how.
As Warren is messaging the small group chat, you started playing with his feathers that were in front of your face. Mind you that Warren's wings are sensitive when it comes to touch, so reactions like flapping it out of fright are completely normal, unless to people who aren't used to it. Warren has learned to control his reactions, yes, but sometimes, most of the time you dear reader catch him off guard.
So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.
"...did you just coo?"
"..no."
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.
"Okay, o-okay if I agree that I did," he laughs. "Will you let me get you your mozzarella sticks?"
You immediately stop your tyrant as you heard his statement.
"Fine," you speak through muted giggles.
The sound of fingers tapping against the phone screen resumes shortly after. Your attention returns to the show in front of you, and your rocking returns at a much gentler pace.
You don't realize that Warren had successfully gotten Scott to make his infamous mozzarella sticks, and placed his phone back on the charger.
"You know how much I love you right," Warren murmurs close to your ear.
"You tell me any chance you can," you whisper with a small smile.
"Well," he begins to tease. "I love you," a small kiss was placed behind your ear. "I love you," then one on your neck.
"I love you," top of your spine.
"I love you," the top of your blue bonnet.
"I love you," your right shoulder.
"I love you," your left shoulder.
The small kisses never stopped for a while, until he got to your lips. You were left a snorting and giggling mess, your tv show forgotten and tossed onto the other side of your large bed.
Even with your bonnet sliding off your head, showing the retwist of your (h/c) locs, face scrunched up in a mid-laugh cringe. Warren had thought that you are by far the most beautiful person he's met. And that's saying a lot.
You had the same thought as you looked at Warren. His golden curls splayed in an unruly fashion. His cheeks flushed with a shade of pink, lips parted in a slightly large smile. You swear that you had the perfect embodiment of a romanticized angel. His wings spread out don't really help.
You swear that you feel the tension building. Warren's body slightly leans toward your lips. You meet in the middle with a small kiss, which turns into more. Then the next thing you know, you'll and Warren are making out on your shared bed.
There's no sexual heat behind your kisses, it was just pure love and passion. No clashing of teeth or tongue just pecks and little nibbles.
Yet you have to breathe, so you pull away from each other's lips. With foreheads resting on one another, eyes half-lidded but smiling with joy.
"Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου," Warren mumbles as he rubs his nose against yours.
"Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου,," you mumble, as you place a small kiss on his lips.
Well, let's just say the makeout session resumed and Jean, Ororo, Scott, Peter, and Kurt leave their hard worked snacks on the floor near the door. Now scared by the sesh that they had just witnessed.
If they had experienced a love like you and Warrens maybe they'd understand.
But Professor X was very upset when he had seen a whole flower garden outside your bedroom window the next morning.
Just maybe...
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Translations:
εραστής - lover
Πως νιόθεις άγάπη μου - how are you feeling my love
Είμαι καλά, πεινάω λίγο - I'm fine, I'm a little hungry
Μπαστούνια μοτσαρέλα - Mozzarella sticks
Σ' αγαπώ, λουλούδι μου - I love you, my flower
Από τον Αγάπο, αγγελέ μου, - From love, my angel
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glitchaxolol · 2 months
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So hc: You know our pretty little bird boy, Angel. His wings aren’t actually that of an angel. They are of a dove. He may have descended from the Cheyarafim but after the mutant gene skipped so many generations, the angel part has transformed into a dove, the bird known to be a symbol of god(no I’m not religious, I just grew up Christian). His body temperature is said to be increased but can adapt to almost any temperatures. He ‘whiffles’ such as large birds do(alternating side slipping and briefly turning upside down to quickly lose height before landing). His vision is impeccable, having night vision, enhanced peripheral vision, and he can basically zoom in on targets(increased amount of rods in his eyes and has a reflective surface behind his retinas). He also has a third eyelid that’s transparent that can withstand the high pressures while flying.
But, uh, yeah. There’s probably more but this is all I’m gonna say. There might be some stuff to disprove this but idc, I still say he’s a dove. I just think it’s really cool cuz I’ve been obsessing over Angel lately!<333
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luvvsoft · 3 months
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ᰔᩚ yandere archangel x demon! reader, underlying threats of violence, religious themes, mentions of death & war, manipulation, sadism, kidnapping
wc: 538 words
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They saw you first.
You were just a demon among a legion of them, no remarkable fighting skills but not bleak enough to be singled out. You were perfectly forgettable in the midst of battle, yet they couldn’t forget you.
Your angel could remember the dimples of your face, the curves and shadows surrounding it. They could remember the expression of anger you were making. It was clear the tension and fatigue of the battle was getting to you, but you still looked so ethereal.
They could remember so much yet so little of you. It was only a glimpse they caught, but they immediately wanted more. Were they wrong for lusting after a demon, a vermin, such as you? Your angel knew they were, it was taboo, not to mention forbidden. They just couldn’t help themselves.
Were they also in the wrong for moving from their position in battle and flying over to where you were? They probably were, but it didn’t feel so. They did know they were in the wrong when they eradicated those around you. Both angels and demons alike fell to their feet, taking a sweet breath once more before stopping.
You cowered before them, why was that so? They would do you no harm, of that they reassured you before pressing a soft kiss to your forehead that knocked you out and taking you. Taking you from what you called home, away from everyone and everything.
Your angel was soft, comforting, but you didn’t see it that way. You saw it as a facade, one where they hoped you lowered your guard and they’d strike. They’d already stripped you of your most precious part: your wings, what more could they want?
You were sure they only wanted to harm you more, the tight handcuffs around your hands and legs reassured you of that even more. But, your angel didn’t see it that way, instead, they thought it was the best course of action. How else could they tame a demon such as you?
Of course, your angel could always harm you: that threat constantly loomed over your head, keeping you stiff and compliant. They were an archangel, holding great power that you could only dream of as a low ranking demon. But, they never did hurt you, not for now at least.
They kept you fed and clothed, which was hard to come by in the depths of Hell. You were safe and warm, but that was only physically. Your angel made sure to torment you daily, weathering your mind and will away. They were entertained by how the handcuffs seemed to dig into your skin, only loosening them when you begged them.
They would wait for the day you gave into them. Time was not an issue, seeing as both of you had lifespans that could go across for eons. It was only a matter of when you would fall into their arms and embrace the future that was inevitable.
They had worked so hard; God said you were their reward, so won’t you be good?
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"Warren being a total simp for you would include" HC's
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Warren Worthington III x reader
Based from this request "Are you taking requests? If you are can you do like headcannons or a blurb of warren literally worshiping reader (their body or something yk?)", I tried not to focus so much on the physical stuff tho. Hope you like it or is at least what you had in mind @yelenabelovasbathwater 💞
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Warren is not a man of words. That is a fact.
Not because of awkwardness or lack of vocabulary.
Actually, it is the complete opposite, he's smooth and eloquent when he wants to be.
Warren knows just the right things to say to get his way.
Some people would call him a sweet-talker, others a smart-mouth.
Either way, they're both right.
And it's all thanks to his up bringing.
This man has been 'networking' way before he understood what that was.
Although Warren is fluent in many languages, he seems to forget how to use them whenever he tries to express his emotions.
To his friends.
To the people he admires.
And to you.
Warren has always been an affectionate person, problem is, he was forced by his parents to suppress his feelings down from an early age.
He never learned to properly communicate with others in that regard.
People often think of Warren as cold and aloof.
Unapproachable and selfish.
And he can be.
When he needs to.
He had to learned it the hard way.
If you come across as soft and nice people would take advantage of you.
Even as tough as he was back in Berlin, Apocalypse still managed to use him like another one of his puppets.
He swore to never let that happen again.
But then he met the X-men, and he realised this was a place were he could let his guard down.
He has been trying to work on his little 'problem'.
He really wants to let the ones he love know how much they mean to him.
And by that I mean YOU.
This poor man spent what felt like eons pinning over you.
There was an extremely weird mix between calmness and euphoria you brought on him whenever you were around, which drove him insane.
He wanted so badly to be with you but he couldn't get the guts to actually say it.
Pretty unfitting with his overall BadBoyTM facade.
Longing hands and fingers aching to prolong each contact.
Searching eyes who looked for any sign to indicate the feeling was mutual.
Same big doe-eyes who light up with every look you gave his way.
Lips who chanted your name like it was a prayer.
Like if your name held an addictive taste only perceptible to Warren.
Thankfully you understood the Angel's silent pleas, and you'll be damned if you let them unanswered.
It was you who asked Warren out for your first date.
It was also you the first one to say the big 4-lettered-word.
Not like you minded. You knew how deep Warren's love ran for you.
Not because he didn't say it, meant it wasn't there.
You could see it.
You could feel it.
Still, he hated that acid feeling remanecent from each time there was an opportunity for him to say it out loud, jet he would let it go by without muttering a word.
As if his mouth had suddenly disappeared.
There's nothing the Angel despieced more in this world than himself each time he thought, you might believe he didn't love you enough.
It was so much for him to handle he even went out and asked Scott for advise.
'Dude, relax OK, what might work for me might not work for you. Its all about finding the right fit, whatever comes more natural'.
And so Warren realised he might have been saying that same 4-lettered-word since the moment you two first met, but in a different manner.
He realised he has neved been a man of words.
But of actions.
His never leaving frown and never ending grunts of displease are part of his easthethic.
With that been said, Warren is the living incarnation of the An asshole to the world, a sweetheart to his girl trop.
There is no doubt to anyone, even to outsiders, just how utterly and madly in love he is with you.
As mean and threatening as he looks, this man treats you like a fucking Queen 24/7.
There is nothing you might want that Warren won't give to you.
The sky is the limit.
Obviously splurging money will always come easy to a rich boy.
But that's not the reason why anyone whose not blind could think you have the blond under a hex or something.
There's just something about those big baby blues whose shine only seems to get brighter the more he stares at you.
Seriously, the way your boyfriend looks at you is like he's under a trance or something.
Who could blame him though, he just... loves looking at you.
The way you move your hands around when talking.
How you crunch your nose when you laugh.
How you scrutch your eyebrows when you're concentrated on something or remembering anything.
How you your lips go upwards in a subtle smile whenever you're cought doing something you shouldn't have been.
This habit of staring at you obviously has it perks.
Like how your things stopped getting forgotten at random tables and places because your helpful boyfriend always kept picking up the stuff you left behind.
Sudden bumps, falls and hits are a thing of the past because your Guardian Angel always prevents them.
Mostly, Warren does it so much because it's the one thing he can do everywhere around anyone.
He might stugle with PDA but he has become a little more confortable with it, at least around The Gang.
And with a little I mean, a looot more confortable.
To the point it becomes unbearable.
To the point where everyone but Kurt has complained about it at some point.
Maybe because he can't keep his hands to himself. And if we're honest, neither can you.
When you're not making out like if your boyfriend just came back from the war or something, somehow, you two are always connected in a way.
Intertwined fingers, locked arms, one's legs, head or straight up being sitting on the other's lap. You name it.
With that in mind, Warren will always be caressing your hands no matter the position.
He adores them
Some are a 'boobs kinda guy', some others 'butt'.
Warren is the hands type.
Belive me when I say HE ADORES THEM, mostly the fact their not pristine perfect.
They're covered in scars from previous battles, your nail polish is chapped and mismatched, with ever lasting marks from the many rings you wear all the time, with picked skin and multicoloured pen doodles.
He adores them so much because they tell a story.
They have a past from the scars, a present from the funy drawings you or Peter will do on your hands when bored, and a future for the idea of giving you one day another ring to add to your collection.
So yes
Overall there cannot be a doubt Waren Worthington III wouldn't kill for you.
There cannot be a doubt Waren Worthington III wouldn't die for you.
Either way it would be a bliss for him.
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angelkissiies · 2 years
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Archangels and drinking
CW/TW | alcohol, flirting, sexual insinuation, protectiveness, anxiety.
Michael : He will drink, but it’s not his favorite thing to do. He enjoys it with you though because of how loose it gets you. You’re so stressed all the time that once and a while, he offers to take you out for the sole purpose of getting you drunk. He watches from the sidelines or even on the dance floor with you to protect you from some creep wanting to prey on the intoxicated. He keeps a tally of your drinks and cute you off after four, he even closes out your tab before hearding you to the car.
favorite drink : espresso martini
Gabriel : Drinking with you was one of his absolute favorite things to do, but rather at home than out in public. You’re a shameless flirt intoxicated and that lead to you two being banned from a couple bars in Louisiana. He hand-makes cosmopolitans for you as you two chat and play games until those games turned into locking the bedroom door and hoping nobody pops in. Fun fact, more than once Michael has popped in at the wrong moment- leading him on to be scarred for life.
favorite drink : vodka cran
Lucifer : Drinks but never has more than two. He doesn’t care much for alcohol seeing at how it doesn’t affect him. He sits and drinks casually with you when it’s been a long day because he knows it helps you unwind. You get so tired when intoxicated, so when he notices the way your glass begins to slip and your eyes begin to flutter- he scoops you up and carries you to bed. before he lays down with you, he gathers water and painkillers for you in the morning. just incase.
favorite drink : honey whiskey
Raphael : does not drink. at all. does not encourage you to drink either. he thinks it’s a waste of your perfect human body, internally, he’s just worried about your health. if you do drink, he cuts you off at two.
favorite drink : nonalcoholic lavender cocktail
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mahiiimahiiii · 4 months
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First night and last night- Garrus Vakarian x fem shep
here's a snippet from my recent fic!
“Commander.” Miranda appeared in the doorway “I’d just like to debrief on the mission. Chakwas said that Garrus should heal relatively ok- if that’s…” she paused “I know he’s your original crew so, Id certainly understand if you were nervous” Jason followed behind her stationing themselves at the opposite bench.
“at least the mission went well. We knocked out a lot of boss’s etcetera.” She sighed “thanks for the update’s you guys. I appreciate you being here for me.”
Miranda tentatively approached her and squeezed her arm. “It will be fine- “
“I think this would be the worst way to end a friendship, so I just feel… like I could’ve done more. After Kaiden I promised myself, I would never lose another man.”
“And you won’t” she insisted. “he’s going to make it. I promise you.”  Her gaze was more affirmative, in almost a threatening way. “I’ll see to it myself.”
“I trust you.” The commander softly uttered
The door flung open revealing the weathered turian, “anything I missed?” he kept his tone light. Miranda looked back at jane a slight knowing glow at the tinge of excitement in shepherds’ eyes.
The officer let go of the other’s hands and motioned them out. “you’re both dismissed.” She cleared her throat awkwardly, they nodded and left leaving the soldier and their angel alone.
They clasped hands, touching and pressing their palms to the others’ faces, determining if this was just a fabrication through feeling.
“I thought I lost you” Shepard croaked; her eye began to rapidly blink batting away anyway of showing any other emotion other than stoicism.
The larger laughed contentedly “I could say the same” both of their voices were barely above a whisper “you’re real- you’re whole- you’re warm. I can feel you- I’ve waited for you- for a while.” His mandibles clicked on emphasis. A contented warm purr emanating from his chest, he pressed the bridge of his nose to her neck, smelling the thick scent of emotion on her.
“I have a bed now Garrus- “the officer commented, though offhandedly “how did you find yourself on omega?”
“Well,” he sighed, “that’s a long story. I originally had gone to track down another turian who took out my whole team. I had thought- foolishly at that, I could track them as most roads leads to omega.”
Jane nodded slowly somewhat understanding “and you just…stayed.”
“I was kind of lost… without you. I didn’t not to go back to bureaucracy either. I would feel stifled.” He chittered softly. “Let’s see that bed you have, I think it would be, rather impolite to have…relations, in the comm room.”
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kumori-suwan · 2 months
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Deal Breaker (Part 1)
Masterlist >>> (Part 2)
Alastor x Fallen! Archangel! Fem! Reader
Synopsis: After years of being together in the hotel Alastor learns a dark secret about his Darling. The ultimate deal will forever sever the bond between you two but will Alastor truly want his freedom if it means losing you?
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The moment the Archangels graced hell with their presence everyone was on edge, these Angels could destroy Hell in an instance and not even Lucifer could stand a chance against them. Alastor watches on in horror, his true powers limited by the constraints of his deal to his master, he wishes to destroy the Archangels that stand before him but he does not have the power to do so.
“(Y/n) dearest, stay behind me.”, Alastor warns, extending his arm out to keep you behind him.
Charlie and Lucifer stand before the Archangels and begin to converse with them, they are unsure of why the Archangels are here and their intentions so they must be calm. One of the Archangels notices you and you pale realizing you’ve been caught.
“Sister is that you?”, Archangel Cassiel calls out to you, his huge body leaning towards you and Alastor.
Cassiel reacts poorly to Alastor’s sudden aggression, black tentacles slowly emerge from Alastor’s back just as Cassiel summons his weapon. Charlie screams for the two to stop and they do only after you’ve forced your way between the two. The tip of Cassiel’s blade has just scratched your forehead deep enough for the gold blood to drip down your face. Everyone falls silent, the demons are shocked to see that you’re an Angel and the Angels are expressionless to see their fallen sister standing with the demons of Hell.
“Brothers and Sister I ask that you state your purpose being here or go home. If you wish to start a war between heaven and hell again then you all see with who I stand.”, you growled letting your eight wings erupt from your back now that you’d been caught.
The Archangel’s all share glances before kneeling down in respect to you, “Little sister we wish you no harm, despite you being a fallen you are still one of us, loyal to our Father and pure as Heaven’s light. We merely wish to extend our thanks for showing us the flaws of our ways, proper sinners are being redeemed thanks to efforts of Lucifer and his daughther. We will allow it for now but any sign of uprising in the demons will resort in a war, we simply came to give thanks and a warning.”
You nod your head understanding what they mean, “Safe travels back home, please don’t drop by unannounced again.”, you growl opening a gate for your siblings to leave.
The Archangels all simply nod and turn to leave, they bid you all farewell and disappear leaving everyone in a deathly chilling silence. Charlie and Lucifer both stare at you in shock while you wrap your wings around your body like a cloak, you turn to look to the others and sigh seeing the rage boiling in Alastor’s eyes despite his usual smile. Just as you open your mouth to say something Alastor takes you into the shadows with him and you both disappear. Everyone panics once you’re gone and worry about what will happen to you now. Ever since the battle with Adam, Alastor has been especially hateful towards angels and now your safety was at risk.
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You aren’t teleported far, Alastor brings you to the radio station where you’re both alone now. For the first time ever his smile finally drops into a scowl as his rage gets the better of him, he destroys the radio tower attacking all the machinery just to avoid lashing out at you. He’s mad you know he is, he’s confided in you about his past and of his deal that he’s tied to, and all this time you had the heavenly power to undo it.
“Why didn’t you tell me! Why didn’t you tell me you were an Archangel!”, he finally turns to you screaming at you as his power grow evermore rampant. His limbs are growing, his horns are getting longer, his eyes glowing pitch black green, and his clawed hands twitch against your arm ready to stab into you.
You let out a shaky breath and stare down at your feet, “Alastor I have loved you for a very long time and love makes you do stupid things. I know not your true intentions even after all this time, you are a threat my love. A threat to both heaven and hell, I couldn’t live with myself if every single angel and demon was bent on killing you once you’re released.”, you admitted softly.
Alastor growls at you, getting completely in your face as the green chains of his deal slowly emerge around his body forcing him to revert back to his humanoid form. He clutches your collar and practically falls to his knees, “Break the contract.”, he begs.
Your lower four wings gently wrap around his body to show him some comfort, “My dear I can’t. I’m not sure what you’ll do once you’re free.”
Alastor growls against your stomach and lets go of you, he pushes past your wings and walks away from you. He’s frustrated you can see it in his body language, he’s angrily chewing at his claws, scratching away as his head while he thinks of what to do. He loves you, he won’t do anything to hurt you but the greedy desire for freedom is overwhelming every thought in his mind.
“A-Alastor talk to me please. I know I have a lot to explain but please believe me if…if I truly knew what your goal was once you were free I’d do it. It’s just that there’s always a repe-“
“Let’s make a deal.”, Alastor blurts out.
You’re taken by surprise to his sudden request, he’s not listening he just wants to be free. He’ll give you anything at this point, he’ll promise you all of hell if it means he’s free. Alastor finally turns to you and cups your cheeks before pulling you into a tender kiss. It’s rushed but gentle, you can feel his desperation and you can see it in his red eyes as he pulls away.
“Let’s make a deal (Y/n), my freedom for whatever you want. I just want my stupid contract broken.”, he growls, body shaking from the overwhelming emotions bubbling inside of him.
You sigh feeling your heart break, if this is truly what he wanted then what could you do to stop him. You weren’t sure what repercussions would happen when you broke this deal but you could only hope that Alastor truly understood that a soul could change. You wanted him to change for the better not be killed by angels or demons.
Your body slowly begins to glow a soft golden hue as you extend your hand out to him, “Alastor Altruist I offer you this deal, for the price of your freedom I ask that you give up the souls contracted to you that live in the hotel and that you never try to overthrow Hell. These are my conditions.”, you sigh.
Alastor readily accepts your hand only stopping when he notices the tears slowly cascading down from your eyes. You look away from him scared of what will happen next.
“I-…Dearest don’t cry. I accept your terms, I’ll release Husk and Nifty and I’ll leave the crown to Charlie. I just want my revenge on those who’ve wronged me and I can’t do that without my freedom.”, Alastor sighs, he drops his hand from yours to turn your face back to his.
He gives you a soft genuine smile and his eyes are filled with love for you, “Only you can do this for me (Y/n), I’m glad it’s you who will free me.”, he admits.
You let out a choked sob and nod your head, “I love you Alastor.”, you cry taking his hand in yours.
The deal is made, the chains around Alastor’s body begin to emerge and for a moment he panics only finding relief once the chain’s around his neck and limbs begin to fall off one by one. His powers begin to react lighting up the Radio Tower like a beacon for all of Hell to see. In the hotel Husk and Nifty watch on in shock as their chains are broken and evaporate into nothingness. Charlie senses the tremors before anyone else and rushes outside to search for the cause, she’s practically blinded by the light coming from the Radio tower. Everyone else joins her outside and watch on in horror realizing what’s been done.
Once the deal has been made Alastor feels all of his power return and begins to chuckle, his chuckle quickly becomes a hearty fit of laughter. His deal to his master is now broken, he’s free to do whatever he wants and it’s all thanks to you!
“(Y/n), oh my dearly beloved, you are a blessin-“, the moment he sees the golden blood coming from your ears and eyes Alastor finally realizes what he’s done.
In order for his deal to be broken you had to sacrifice something in return, and in this case it was your eyesight and hearing. Alastor’s heart stops once he realizes what he’s done, he falls to his knees watching as your wings slowly hug you and as you accept your fate.
“No…no this can’t be happening.”, he whimpers in horror, you’ll never hear or see him again, “I-I didn’t even say I love you. No…no this isn’t fair! (Y/n)! (Y/n) dearest please! Please I’m so sorry.”
Although you are still here you’ll never be able to see his smile anymore, you’ll be never hear his handsome voice, you’ll only feel his presence. Alastor opens your wings gently with his tentacles as he rushes to you to hold you close. He cries, Alastor cries actual tears once he’s realized what he’s done to you. He’s not even aware that the radio system had turned on during his fit of rage, every radio in hell echoes with his heart wrenching cries and sobs.
“Take it back. Please take it back! Anything but this please…please just take it back!”, he begs, cupping your face in his hands as he cries to you.
You can’t make anymore deals if you can’t hear them, and now Alastor wishes he never had made the deal. Your gold blood slowly soaks his hands acting as tears while the love of your afterlife breakdown before you. All you can do is smile for him, you see nothing but pitch black now, and hear nothing but a soft static noise in your ears.
“What have I done?”, Alastor sobs, pressing his forehead to yours so that you know he’s there.
His tears slowly trickle down his face to the floor below, he’s free but the cost was far more than he could afford.
“Wh-What will you do now Alastor?”, you ask softly.
Alastor quietly gasps to the sound of your weak voice, he doesn’t know what he wants anymore. What’s revenge compared to you, all he wanted was you but he was to blind to see that. Sadly it was to late to do anything now, he’d hurt you in the most inexcusable way possible. How could he redeem himself now that he’d failed his beloved (Y/n)?
“I-I love you (Y/n). I love you so much.”, Alastor whispers, only to never hear you repeat those words back to him ever again.
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magicalbunbun · 2 months
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I draw this while listening to "Everyone adores you" by Matt Maltese...
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I almost cry from looking at this..
Y/n is archangel gabriel, the oldest sister, she represents a dove. back then she was the one who rise the younger siblings witch is lucifer... the lore will be explained much more after I'm done with it
(this is not for mocking the real archangel gabriel or for jokes, I respect all religions)
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shapard · 1 month
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Feather of Fate🕊️
Lucifer x Seraphim!fem!reader
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Soulmate arc
A/n: A little bit late for Valentine, but here ya go! Idk when I'll continue this, but this has been stuck in my brain for a long time.
Goldwing
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Chapter 1 > Chapter 2
You’ve heard about the story tales from your Mother Sera. How Lucifer has fallen because of his bizarre dreams.  To give humans a free will, which cost chaos to the world. 
As a punishment he was forced out of heaven with his Love Lilith. Sera claims that she wanted you to be safe, so there is one top rule she set up: Don’t Question heaven. 
You keep on holding tight to this one rule, not like your sister Emily. She gets into a lot of trouble when you’re not watching, which gets you also in trouble. 
Big Sister, Big responsibility, that’s what your mother always says. 
Sitting on the couch looking down at the apple sign on your wrist. It was a small apple with a snake surrounding it. It’s a Soulmate mark.
Every Angel gets a soulmate, so they get the perfect heir, some angels describe It as a heart pull and ache. You don’t really enjoy that you’re forced to love someone. It’s somewhere unfair that humans can marry someone they choose to love and trust. Meanwhile when Angels reject their bond, it will kill the two Soulmates in a span of time. 
Even when they’re too long apart it will show in a disturbing way. Aggression, Not eating, no sleep, the list goes on and on.
Putting your sleeve above your mark, not wanting anyone to see it. You got once because of it in trouble. Not a pleasant memory that you want to re live.
It does remind people of Lucifer, but he got Lilith, his soulmate. So that possibility is shrunk to zero. Why else sacrifice living in heaven for a woman?
Today was the meeting with Charlie the daughter of Lucifer. She wanted to talk about a hotel named Hazbin Hotel. 
…Time Skip…
The court room was all a mess, chaos has broken out whispering and hushes echoed through the pearly white halls. 
Emma broke the Silence with her soft singing voice “But she was right, Sera. She Showed us the soul can Improve. He saw the light, Sera. Checked all the boxes that you said would.” You Interrupted Emily and for the first-time in your live, you disobeyed the one set rule. 
“Prove a person deserve a second chance, now we turn our Backs, no second glance?” Sera looked towards you slightly disappointed but also guilty. 
Then the bomb was thrown in the room, extermination. It left you speechless. Why hide something like this and say it was for protection? 
It all went down so quick and with one move you started to doubt everything in heaven. Sera was scared, scared shitless that she’d loose Emily and you, but mostly you. 
You started to Ignore her and rarely left your room. The betrayal was harsh for you. You trusted your mother dearly and now you find out that your mother kills souls because she feels threatened. Threatened because of Lucifers dreams she said was once foolish. 
You started to break rules after Rules, causing a havoc in heaven when you leaked the Information about an extermination in hell. And in less than a week you were in chains in the courtroom. 
“Do you have any Idea what damage you’ve done Y/n?” Sera’s voice echoed through those now soulless halls. The seats now all almost empty. “What damage I’ve done? You call me the Imposter, but have you ever thought what you’ve done? You lied to your people AND your Family Sera.” 
Ouch, you never called her Sera just Mom. “Just do it already, I’m tired of hanging in here and watching my failure of a mother trying to push this longer.” You spat on the cold floor. The coldness reminds you how the last few days felt in heaven. Cold and lonely. “As you wish, do it.” her voice cracked, it was barely audible, but you could hear it. 
You shut your eyes tight and with a swift Moment you felt how your wings were cut off, your scream filled these cool, lonely court room. Sera was already gone, not wanting to see how she failed in one of her children.
The rest of your wings were ripped out of your back, making gold blood squirting all over the white floor painting it in a unique color. And then you fell, too exhausted to let out a desperate call for the comfort of your own mother.  
She didn’t even stay. 
Tears pooled lightly out of your eye. Even though heaven didn’t feel like home anymore, you’ll still miss heaven. 
The wind gushed on your Injured back making it only hurt more than it already does, you fell so fast, this is something you never really experienced you never fell as an Angel. But you fell, you fell deep and Landed on the ground. 
It the worst you’ve felt in these last hundred years of living. The bone that was connecting your wings with your body broke more into splinters at the impact. It had dirt sticking on your bones making you hiss as you tried to stand up making them move slightly in the dust. No success. 
You tried a couple more times, but you feel your stamina running out fast, so you just gave up. You laid there for a couple of seconds before you eventually pass out. 
Lucifer sat in his magic room, where his magical creations came from. The only thing besides Charlie what kept him happy. He took final glances at his old façade. 
It’s time to move on and move into the Hazbin hotel, even though he hates that radio guy, he does everything for his little Charlie. He walked out of his mansion closing it with a key. Taking a deep breath, he spun around and was ready to go. 
Something crashed loud in front of him, swirling all the dirt into Lucifers face. He coughed and waved the dust away. “What the fuck?” He looked at the cause for this early tumult, only to see a very beautiful woman in front of him. It didn’t take him a while to see that she was pretty bad Injured. His eyes dropped at the golden blood. “Oh no.”
The figure tried to stand up but fall multiple times and passed out after a while. No, no, no, no. Turning her around to see the damage, and it is bad. 
Three main bones ripped and broken apart, making him note down that she wasn’t just any Angel, she is a seraph. “Let me help you.” He carried her body very carefully, so he couldn’t do more damage towards her back. Teleporting himself and his other stuff in the hotel apartment, he laid you on his bed with your belly pressed on the mattress. 
He started to heal your back slowly and washed off the dirt from your face and the injury. He knew he couldn’t fully heal her wings back. But she could survive this with his help. And in an odd reason he couldn’t let her die. Some kind of pull on his heart making him already slightly attach towards the sleeping beauty. 
And this routine was repeated every day and when he realized her back was fully healed, he turned her on her back again. Seeing her now in all her beauty. 
“How can someone be this pretty?” he moved a hair strand out of your face and held your cheek. Stroking it a couple of times, it is as if he’s hypnotized. 
Shaking his head, he let go of her very quickly, “Lucifer you can’t just touch someone, she doesn’t even know you nor who you are.” He bit his long-clawed hand, debating whether he should go or not. 
In the end he left the room with heavy displeasure. Somehow not being near you made him angry. You were hurt and needed every protection he could offer. 
His mind screamed at him to go back to you, but he didn’t. This feeling confused the king of hell but, His mind and body were almost like two separate people.
 He pulled up his sleeve looking down at the red apple mark with a golden blue snake on it, like his halo. It was his Soulmate mark, he loves or loved Lilith dearly, but she wasn’t his mate. 
They both thought it may didn’t showed because Lilith is after all a human. Even when he had a soulmate, after landing in hell, he knew he’d never see his soulmate ever. 
He pulled his white sleeve again over the mark, not wanting to think about the what ifs. Maybe helping his daughter would keep his mind from you. “Let’s help Charlie.” 
After a while Lucifer still caught himself worried about you. 
You were laying on his bed for weeks, he healed you every morning and every evening hoping that you’d finally wake up. 
The arch angel Lucifer, and now king of hell, was worried about a seraph, what sarcasm. 
Getting ready for bed, Lucifer started to dress himself in his night gown and went to the couch. Since you’re sleeping on his bed, Lucifer decided to sleep on the couch. He didn’t want to disturb your healing progress
Hugging yourself into this blanket was heaven, and the smell of sweet apple and an alluring scent of musk. You never want to leave this place, for the first time since months you felt in peace. 
Fluttering your eyes open, you stretched you arms and legs, but one thing was missing. Your wings. And then reality came crushing down on you. You fell, from heaven. Your mother let you fall down the drain. She lied and didn’t even try to explain it to you. 
It was hard to breath as if you’d re-live the horror of falling from heaven down to hell.
You shacked uncontrollable making you Fall out of the bed. Out of habit you tried to fly those few centimeters. 
With a shallow thumb you fell on the floor. 
You winced from the Impact, and you tried to push yourself up with the next high object with shivering hands. 
This was a different gravity situation. 
Without your wings you slumped forwards, nothing to weigh your back. 
You pushed yourself upwards with the help of the shelf above you. The shelf lets out a creak from your weight and you fall back down with the shelf. 
The whole content on the shelf fell and crashed into pieces and you fell right into them. 
The ceramic pieces digged into your freshly healed wounds, you know that when you move, you’ll re-open the back wound. 
Out of panic your body began to move on autopilot.
With low groans and muffled screams, you leaned on the bed, golden blood smearing around the broken shelf and the white mattress. 
You started to sob at the pain. 
It was dark and all you wanted was to bathe yourself in the scent of that blanket. 
You searched for it. 
In the darkness you couldn’t quite figure it out where the blanket was but after a while you found it.
Holding the piece of cloth on your nose just to smell the comforting scent. You yelped when the light flicker on. A figure standing in the light. The figure was about 5’10 tall. 
You hid behind the blanket not wanting to look at the sudden appearance at the front door. 
Lucifer shot up at the sound of breaking ceramic. His mind told him to run towards the sound that came out of your room making him high alert. 
An Intruder? 
But who’d dare to come into the king of hells chamber?
Then he remembered that you were in his room, and without second thought he rushed towards your bedroom turning on the lights.
“You’re awake!”
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Y/N: Lucifer won’t come out of his room!
Gabriel: Just tell him I said something.
Y/N: Like what?
Gabriel: Anything factually incorrect.
Y/N, shrugging: If you say so.
Lucifer, arriving moments later: Did you just say the sun is a PLANET?
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lokischickadee · 3 months
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Them: are you a sam girl or a dean girl?
Me: neither
Them: oh so you are a castiel girl?
Me: close....
Them: who's girl are you then?
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Me: I am Gabriel's girl!
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the-ravenist · 1 year
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Archangel x Reader Teaser
So when a hum, closely resembling the coo of a bird comes from behind you, followed by a small cough. The tapping of his fingers against his phone continues.
"...did you just coo?"
"..no."
"Yes"
"No"
"Yes, yes you did," you remark as you tickle the feathers in front of your face.
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Here's a teaser my lil' ravens, finals are almost over and I'm close to winter break so I'll try to get some fics out when that happens.
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raginglesbian2006 · 1 month
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Lucifer with archangel! sister reader (1)
A/N: Here's something random my mind cooked up!
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You and Lucifer were created by God at the same time
So you're both technically twins
As you grew up together, you began sharing your ideas for the newly forming world with him
His ideas, however, excelled over yours and you loved listening to him
When the Garden of Eden was being created, you both snuck out to see it
Safe to say, you were both struck with wonder
Seeing the beauty of creation, Lucifer started suggesting even more excellent ideas to you. They were so brilliant that you urged him to tell them to your superiors
Although initially hesitant, your encouragement emboldened him to present his wonderful ideas to his superiors. He expected them to ponder for a while, maybe even tell him that it would take time to implement into the ever-evolving new world
What he did not expect was to be flat-out rejected and heavily criticized for speaking up against the will of God, his own father
Lucifer had returned to you that day, his wings down and his eyes bubbling with tears
Your golden heart ached as you held him close, letting him rest his head on your shoulders and cry his heart out. You put your wings around him as if to form a cocoon, trying to shelter him from the pain he was going through. You wished you take away his misery
Nevertheless, his pride and determination to see his plans bear fruit overpowered his initial rejection. Day after day, he went to the angelic headquarters to present a modified version of his plans to his superiors, and every single day, he was turned down. But his eyes never lost their sparkle. You loved that about him.
You wished you were as brave enough as him. You wished you could be right beside him urging the higher-ups to listen to him, listen to his ideas, listen to his wonderful imagination. But alas, you pitied yourself for being such a coward. Lucifer didn't mind it at all. He was just happy to have his sister supporting him in his endeavors
One day, you heard a commotion amongst the angels, about a certain creation gone rogue. You tried to find your brother to tell him about what you'd heard, but he was nowhere to be seen. You waited and waited till he finally came to you. His eyes sparkled brighter than ever.
He told you that he'd met a wonderful soul, a human named Lilith. The first woman. She defied her husband, Adam's, subjugation and ran away from the Garden of Eden. Both of them had met by chance and Lucifer was delighted to find that she shared the same sentiment as him.
You could see his face turn red when he talked about this special person. You were so happy to see him laughing and bubbly. You missed this side of him so much. You told him that you were eager to meet this special lady. He said he'd introduce her to you when the time was right.
Still, you felt this gnawing feeling in your chest, almost warning you of something. You brushed this feeling off, happy to see your brother happy.
It wasn't until he was faced with a trial that you felt you should have listened to that doubt in your mind. You wished you'd told him to stop, prevented him from visiting the Garden of Eden, prevented him from meeting Lilith. You shouldn't have urged him to present his ideas to your superiors in the first place.
You couldn't even look at Lucifer when he was on his knees, begging heaven, begging his own father, to listen to him, to see his ideas. Your overwhelming guilt prevented you from seeing your brother one last time before he was cast down to hell.
The last thing you heard from Lucifer was his screams, as he fell from heaven.
A/N: Stay tuned for part 2!
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imagine brothers force Michael to babysit Edna for a day. He obviously not a fan of this idea but then she placed into his arms. This little bundle of sunshine looks at him curiosly with her big eyes and makes cute baby noises, reaching out to him with her tiny hand and now he never wants to let her go. This baby is precious to him and he will protect her with his life! ❤️ ❤️
A/n: THATS SO CUTE 😩
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He hated this, hated that he was forced to watch the offspring of Lucifer. Michael didn't quite understand the obsession Gabriel and now his father held for the child.
She was the child of two traitors after all, how can they trust her?!
And yet....
The moment you placed her in his arms with a tired yet grateful smile he couldn't help but understand the reason for the obsession because the moment the archangel looked into her eyes he saw nothing but love.
A bright smile plastered on his face as she reached for him. Her small hands placing themselves on his cheeks. When Michael looked into Edna's eye's he couldn't help but see Lucifer. Swallowing thickly, he blinked away the sudden tears as he then gave her a smile.
"How about I show you a spot that your father loved?!"
Edna's eyes went wide, though she couldn't help but let out an excited squeal.
Holding her tight, Michael gave her a smile as he started to walk off with the little girl in his arms, he decided now he would anything in his life to project this little girl. He knew the whispers from the elders, from Lute.
He'd keep her safe, no one would harm her.
No one.
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"Death, Pestilence and Famine"
chapter 3
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Chapter 1 Chapter 2
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"Get the... f-fuc-k... Just... f-...
...Go -way!"
The smoke was making it really hard for him to speak a complete sentence without coughing, but it was the first time he spoke to you directly in 3 years, from when he helped you out on your debut night. Funny, isn't it, how the tables had turned?
"Oh, cut the crap and let me help you!"
"I-I don't... need y-"
This man!!! Seriously? You thought to yourself, astonished by this beaten up, electrocuted and half-roasted man, still having the audacity to act all bratty given the circumstances. You were about to shut him up when a a sudden crashing sound made you both jump.
A piece of what used to be the celling fell right at Warren's back, missing him by mere inches. Just as he stayed in there, motionless and still processing what just happened, you took the opportunity to get close enough so you could placed yourself from underneath his arm, attempting to balance most of his weight on you while guiding him towards the exit
"WE MUST GO... NOW!"
Finding the way out was rough, yes, but thanks to the adrenaline rush it had been way easier and way less painful than carrying a person twice your body weight with gigantic, and now useless wings which were dragging you both down every 3 steps of the way.
Now problem was, what now? You couldn't quite possibly show up to E.R looking like that, because let's be honest, even during this somewhat more opened-minded-times there was still plenty of judgment towards your kind, there were still too many people out there who firmly believed each and every mutant was always "up to no good" and two raggedy kids covered in ashes and blood with one of them showing a very clear mutation could cause many to start asking too many questions which could put you both in jail, because as much as you hated it, this time both of you had, stupidly, been "up to no good".
This made the only possible destination, much to your dislike, to be none other than Warren's place. But the only time you ever went there it had been long ago. In theory finding the old building shouldn't have been much of an issue, if each time you asked Warren for any sort of guidance he didn't just mutter a bunch of nonsense and curses. Luckily what you did know was that it was in the same area as the Cage, and it's not like there was a spooky warehouse around every corner, it had to be easy to find, right?
After what felt like a life time, you finally made it to the box-like building with cracked walls covered in graffiti and with far too many broken windows, it had a dark and gloomy aura that missed-matched completely from the overall vivid environment from the city's night life, just like before all you could think of it was 'this is the type of place people get murder in the movies'.
"You'll have to kick the door"
Your companion said, but given his previous helpful input before, you thought it was more of the same rambling from before.
"Yeah, whatever you say, buddy"
"No.. it, the door... It won't open, unless you kick it"
"Oh, so we're making sense now, uh?"
Maybe it scared the shit out of you, but to Warren this was home, and it showed since he wasn't as delusional as before.
"Well in that case I'll have to leave you here, ok?"
You said while slowly resting Warren next to the wall so you could try to open the front door.
After a few minutes and many failed attempts you finally cracked Warren's advanced security system.
"Ok, c'mon up, hun, just a few more steps."
Maybe it had been the exhaustion, or maybe because of the absolute delicacy you grabbed him with, what took him by surprise and made Warren nod and cooperate so easily.
But sadly the night wasn't over, once inside Warren still needed help, a lot of it. As you carefully slipped him from over your shoulder onto his mattress. you realized, YOU HAD NO FUCKING IDEA WHERE TO START.
Your mind was going at full speed thinking about the next step. Should I clean him up? Should I check if there's something broken? Or maybe I should give him some water? Does he even have water in here? Oh god what if he has a brain injury? How the hell am I going t-
"-id kit"
"Watcha say?"
"First aid kit, behind you"
As you reached out to the suitcase-size kit you started searching for something you didn't even know what it was.
"Left side, big brown bottle"
As if he was reading your mind, Warren started to name the lengthy list of what was needed, and in all honesty you couldn't have been more grateful. It's not like you didn't know how to patch someone up, it's just this type of wounds were something you've never healed before, and well... This was Warren we were talking about! This was probably the first time he'd accepted help in his entire life so if you screwed this up he might never forgive you.
And for some unknown reason it only increased your anxiety, but why? It's not like you were close, God, you weren't even friends. So why did it matter to you so much what he thought?
"Fucking-agh!"
While you were lost in yourself Warren had started to ditch his jacket so you could work on him but trying to do so with only one arm and with the fabric sticking to the dried blood was making it nothing but torture.
"Hey, hey, hey, let me ok? You're gonna make it worse".
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angelkissiies · 2 years
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i miss you, bro (romantically)
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