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twizzie-lairs · 3 months

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My Darling, My Honey

Alastor X Fem!Reader (Part 14- FINALE!)

Part 14:

A few weeks had passed by the time you were fully recovered. In those weeks, the hotel was busy and bustling in preparation for the wedding.

To make sure you recovered properly, Charlie insisted that she and Vaggie be in charge of wedding planning during this time. You didn't have any objections to it, your only requirements were that it was kept low-key (meaning a small wedding with only those closest to you guys) and that it was to be a simple and short ceremony with Charlie as the officiant.

While the rest of the gang were busy going about their normal lives and helping out with some preparation here and there, Alastor had your belongings moved to his room and took care of your injuries and saw to your recovery personally.

It broke his heart to see how badly you had been injured prior to your arrival at the hotel. He also felt extremely guilty about how roughly he had treated you, accidentally making some of your injuries worse temporarily. To heal his heart and mind, he had to heal your body first.

The two of you spent so much time together, hardly ever spent a moment apart- you two had a lot of lost time to make up for after all. Often as Alastor tended to your injuries, changed your bandages, and even helped bathe you to ensure you wouldn't slip or fall as you got in and out of the tub- you two exchanged stories of all kinds. Stories from when you were both alive, your pasts when alive, and so much that had happened in the decades in Hell that had passed when the two of you were separated.

As the date of the ceremony approached, after you had mostly recovered, matters required you to leave the hotel more often.

For example, when it came to dress shopping, Alastor was very insistent that he had to come with- he was still very paranoid that if you were separated from his side that you would come to harm. Though with enough pestering- Charlie was finally able to convince him to stay at the hotel so that the wedding dress shopping party only consisted of you, Charlie, and Angel.

Shopping with the two of them was a fun memory you'll never forget, with lots of laughter because of the hilarious contrast between Charlie's wholesome comments/tearing up and Angel's teasing/cat-calling (in a loving way- of course). Though when you finally tried on the dress, even Angel had no witty comebacks to respond with, both him and Charlie were left speechless.

Angel and Charlie weren't the only ones speechless - when those who were invited to the wedding showed up the hotel, they all had their mouths gaping open at the amazing decor. They few guests assumed that the invitation they received in the mail was a prank!

(Charlie may have needed to ask some favors from Lucifer for the decorations- though he couldn't hide his disgust as to who his daughter was asking him to do this for... His distaste for Alastor was always apparent. But who are we kidding- Lucifer can't resist Charlie's puppy-dog begging eyes no matter what.)

Jovial jazz music filled the air as Alastor walked out into the main lobby, "Why hello! It is so good to see you, Rosie! ... Mimzy."

"Oh Alastor! How come ya never introduced me to ya darlin' (y/n) before!" Rosie flashed her signature smile and sauntered over to give Alastor a tight hug.

"Yeah! Geeze, Alastor, after all we've been through, you never thought to bring her over to my joint or ya know, let me know she was even down here! I've missed the gal too, ya know!" Mimzy stomped on over to Alastor, hands on her hips as she glared at him.

"Hmmmm. Ah yes, Mimzy. How could I ever forget to bring her over to your... "sophisticated"... bar where she "definitely wouldn't" be in danger?" Static noises started to interrupt the music that had started playing earlier. Alastor would be lying if he said he was happy to see Mimzy. He knew she was important to you, but part of him can't help but blame her for your early death. Not only that, but she always had a habit of bringing trouble wherever she went, forcing him to clean up her messes. He didn't trust her to keep you out of danger.

"Well! If I do say so myself, I am parched! Where can a lady quench her thirst in this joint?" Rosie piped up to break up the tension as she walked around the room and examined the decor some more. "Alastor, I really love what ya guys did to this place- stunning work, really!"

"Oh my gosh, hi, Rosie! Nice to meet you again, Mimzy! It's been so long!" Charlie seemingly burst out of nowhere and shook both Rosie and Mimzy's hands. For once Alastor was thankful for the princess's ability to not read the room.

"This way, this way! The ceremony will be held in one of the ballrooms, follow me!"

After being relieved of Rosie and Mimzy's presence, Alastor disappeared into the shadows to retreat into this radio tower where he would remain until it was time.

With Rosie and Mimzy's arrival, the last of the guests had arrived. Yup, it was a very small group- just as you had requested (much to Alastor's relief. He could easily handle people, but you knew large groups of people irritated him much more than he would let on).

Meanwhile, Angel was helping you get ready. He knew his way around makeup and beauty the best out of anyone in the hotel after all.

You sat on a stool as Angel fussed over all the little details of your hair and makeup. As he did so with remarkable speed (due to his many arms), you found yourself smiling.

Not only was it the day that you would finally exchange vows with your beloved Alastor, but you found yourself smiling as you reminisced on the journey that led up to this moment- how you've come to truly cherish your newfound friendships with everyone at the hotel.

Angel, who became a very close friend to you after you two had many heart-to-hearts and shared a fondness for cracking jokes, something you discovered over many nights at the bar together. Often after you two were done at the bar, you'd have beauty/spa nights which often led to more gossip sessions- something you were never able to indulge in when you were alive. Occasionally even Cherri joined in on the gossip sessions- practically bursting the door down if she ever felt like stopping by unannounced.

Husk, was someone you could always trust him to give his honest and objective opinion on anything you asked- which you found to be invaluable whenever you showed him any of your art. Though he often didn't understand the abstract complexities you drew, it was always a great source of entertainment for you- his confusion apparent as he tried to interpret it seriously before giving up with a "Fuck it, I don't know anything about this bougie shit!" - always causing you to erupt in laughter every time without fail.

Charlie, of course, was always your ray of sunshine and was someone you very much respected. She saved your life without knowing who you were, regardless of the potential danger. You feel as if you'd never be able to repay her kindness, so you offer to stay at the hotel even after you recover and help work however you can after the wedding.

Vaggie, you felt a kindred spirit in and also respected a great deal. Someone with such an intense sense of justice and duty was truly a sight to see, you could always see it in her eyes. She was often busy, so you hadn't been able to spend as much time with her as you would have liked to so far, the few times you were able to sit down with her were always a pleasure. Whenever she needed love/relationship advice, she came to you. Funnily enough, Charlie did too, so you were flattered that the two girls liked and trusted you so much.

Even Nifty, who always made sure to dust you or pluck some random out-of-place hair whenever she saw you, stopped calling you stinky! You wondered if it was because you spent most of your time around Alastor...?

"Alright! Hehe, you look absolutely stunning if I do say so myself, doll face!" Angel stood back from you to admire his work with a huge satisfied grin on his face.

He spun you around to face the mirror that your back was previously facing, "Hey, whaddya think? One of my best works yet!"

You chuckle and lean in closer to the mirror, "Wow... Angel! Gosh... you never cease to amaze me!"

You then stand up and give Angel a hug, "Thank you... Angel... this means a lot to me..." Angel pulls back from the hug and nudges you in the shoulder, "Hey now toots, no crying on me now! We just finished your makeup, don't go ruining it now!"

"I know! I know! Haha!" You laugh and smack him back playfully.

"Ah shit, it's almost time, we gotta get a move on, come on!" Angel quickly grabs your bouquet with one hand and takes your hand wit another and leads you down what feels like a maze of corridors. He lets go of your hand when the two of you reach a set of double doors that indicates it's one of the ballrooms and not just a regular room.

Upon hearing your arrival, you see Charlie's head peek out of the door. After seeing you standing there, she quickly sneaks of the ballroom. "FIrst of all- oh my gosh (y/n)! You look BEAUTIFUL! But it's time for your entrance, lets go!" Charlie offers her arm out to you. You link your arm through her's, then you look over at Angel who hands you your bouquet, "You got this ,(y/n)." He said with a wink before slipping into the ballroom.

You took a deep breath and looked at Charlie who gave you a heartwarming nod as she took a step closer to the door, hand grasping the handle. "Ready, (y/n)?"

"I've been ready for decades."

Upon entering the small ballroom, soft jazz music filled the air and you gasped as you took a look around the stunningly decorated space. Charlie was very insistent that this be a surprise and by god, you were speechless- you never could have dreamed of a more beautiful space to finally exchange vows with your beloved Alastor. You were starting to get misty-eyed already!

The very same Alastor who was now all dressed up in a new formal outfit and stood at the other end of the ballroom with his hand outstretched towards you. It took all the self-control you had to keep you from running into his arms right then and there.

Walking to the front, you pass by the small group of friends both you and Alastor had invited to this exclusive occasion. You could see Rosie clutching her hands to her chest in awe, Mimzy was trying to fight back tears as she kept dabbing her eyes (ruining her makeup in the process), and the rest of the hotel members. Angel was clinging onto Husk for dear life as you heard a quiet whisper from the spider that was accompanied by a dramatic sniffle, "Oh god I never knew I was capable of feeling so sappy."

You chuckled at the sight of Nifty, who volunteered to be your "flower girl". She was scurrying all around, scattering petals but then immediately picking them back up again like it was the best game ever!

"Oh, be still my dead-yet-beating heart" You thought to yourself as you finally reached the front of the ballroom and were able to place your hands in Alastor's. You'd never seen Alastor this dressed up before. You always thought he was attractive but oh my god, was this a whole new playfield that you didn't even know was possible!

Charlie then went to stand next to Vaggie, who were both your officiants for the wedding. A bit untraditional, sure, but this was Hell- everything's a bit unconventional here.

The music fades to a quiet level before Charlie pipes up, starting the ceremony, "Thank you all for coming to celebrate this momentous occasion with us today! Today we are here to commemorate the marriage between (y/n) and Alastor!"

"In a shocking twist of events, the last few weeks have proven us wrong that yes, even the Radio Demon, is still capable of love." This remark from Vaggie earns a few chuckles from those sitting in the guest seats, earning a glare from Alastor as he tightened his grip on your hands. You rub your thumbs over his hands in reassurance, causing his grip to relax again. You smile at Charlie and Vaggie, nodding as you signal them to continue.

Charlie cleared her throat before she continued, "Ahem! Yes! But with that, we also gained an amazing new friend here - (y/n)! And I just want to say (y/n) that I am SO proud of you, you've done nothing but bring lots of joy and laughter into this hotel. I think I can speak for everyone when I say that we love you and appreciate you (y/n)! Alastor is a very lucky man and we are honored to be a part of your journey!" You could hear some applause and a holler that likely came from Angel- because you heard a scoff from Husk that followed immediately after.

"That's right, Charlie! Because we respect you both so much, we'll not delay you two love-birds from finally exchanging your vows any longer." Vaggie said as she dragged Charlie away to take a seat in the audience.

You take a deep breath and look into Alastor's eyes, your heart racing a mile a minute.

"I honestly thought I would know what to say by now! I've been dreaming of this day for decades!" You nervously laugh out loud before continuing, "All I can think about now is how thankful I am to have met you when we were alive. You gave me a spark of light and hope in the darkness that I never thought was possible in my life. Meeting you gave me the courage to break free from the cage that kept me trapped like a poor little bird who couldn't fly free. You showed me what true love should be like- even if it meant eating a few people along the way... haha. But you treasured me, you gave my life meaning again and I'll always love you. I'll always be your's, Alastor."

You look down at the floor, embarrassed that you spilled your heart out in front of so many people. Now it was Alastor's turn to reassure you with a gentle squeeze of the hands.

"My dearest (y/n), now, I am not usually one to be so 'sappy'- especially in the company of others, however, I think I can make an exception for you this one time."

Alastor took one hand, the other still holding your other hand, and gently lifted your chin back up so that your gaze would be back on him. To say that this made your heart skip a few beats would be an understatement!

"It may still shock you all, but yes, (y/n) is indeed my beloved that was taken from me all too soon back when we were alive. When I buried her body and held her in my arms for what I thought was the last time- I said these words that still ring true to this very day and will continue to do so forever more-, ' In life and in death, I am forever yours, as you are forever mine. I love you, (y/n)' " You feel the tears start to well up even more, threatening to burst forth at any second, all while not breaking eye contact with him as he continues on.

"I truly relish in this opportunity to finally make you mine, as I had wished to do so for what feels like an eternity. Much like you had described dear, your surprise appearance in my day-to-day life truly shook my world. Why, upon meeting you for the very first time, hearing your voice felt like it was akin to listening to most beautiful music I had ever heard- truly! As a radio host, I was very familiar with many musicians, but no instrument or vocalist ever held a candle to you my dear. No ever has and no one ever will, and I will be sure to protect you at all costs this time, ma chérie ..."

As he trailed off, your face immediately flushed red all over at Alastor's vows. But before you had time to process what was happening, Alastor manifested a new pair of rings and slid one onto your left hand, replacing the previous one. Then with a snap of the fingers, the other matching ring appeared on his left hand.

Somehow the rings were even more beautiful than the one you had before. Upon seeing the sight of both your and Alastor's hands finally wearing matching rings, you burst out into tears, overcome with emotion.

Alastor chuckles before pulling you in for a kiss- shocking everyone in the room, everyone making a collective gasp. Even your own eyes were wide open in shock, before you then relaxed into the kiss in Alastor's embrace.

It wasn't before long that the room was filled with cheers, hoots, hollers, and clapping.

Pulling away from the kiss, Alastor leaned his forehead against your's- just a brief sigh of contentment escaping his lips as he stared lovingly into your eyes. You sniffle as you return the smile, chuckling at the sensation of your cheeks feeling sore from smiling so much and so intensely.

"I truly adore you with all my heart and soul, dearest. Thank you, for being the one to complete me."

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foresdxw · 1 year

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niki accidentally saying he loves you

niki x reader | request | Work has me exhausted, and I don’t want to think anymore, and I just can’t hold back from mumbling I love you into your hair. Uh, sorry. | i'm alive, and unedited!

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when niki entered your living room, he didn't say a word.

"hey!" you greeted him, immediately noticing the tired look in his eyes. "are you okay?"

niki simply plopped face-down on your large couch and made a whining sound that somewhat resembled a yes, unmoving.

you reached your hand out to his head and brushed your fingers through his hair. "long day?"

niki sat up, stared at you for a few moments, and then threw his arms around your neck, knocking your from your sitting position and nuzzling his face in your hair as you fell back, partially throwing his legs over yours and trapping you to your couch as if he was a nice, weighted blanket. "Reaally long day," he confirmed.

"aww, i'm sorry." You pat his head and accepted the way he was sort of squishing you. "you didn't have to come over if you were so tired, i know your schedule is busy..."

"nooooo," niki squished you even harder. "i need to come here after... i'm so tired of being around everything all the time and... when i come here I don't have to think anymore."

you felt like niki was barely making sense, but you could tell he needed comforting. "okay, no more thinking. only movie night." you rubbed his back.

niki rubbed his face in your hair and whined again. "i love you," he mumbled. if he wasn't as close to you as he was, you probably wouldn't have heard it.

your hand that was rubbing his back froze. "what?"

you had liked niki for a long time, and couldn't believe your ears. all this time, you had just been friends, and you had forced your feelings for him down as hard as you could because you knew it would never happen.

"what?" niki replied immediately. he was trying to play it cool, but you could feel his body tense against yours.

"what did you just say?" you asked.

niki got off your and sat up-- all the way on the opposite side of the couch. "i didn't say anything. you're hearing things." he took the remote to the tv and glued his eyes to the screen. "we were planning on an anime movie, right?"

"yeah..." you whispered, sitting up and crossing your arms. you couldn't help but be mad-- niki's denial made you feel like he was messing with you, another cruel prank from the mind of a teenage boy-- mess with the girl you know has a crush on you. it was the oldest prank in the book, but you didn't think he would do this to you, his best friend.

"...okay, which one should we watch?"

you shrugged.

niki sighed and moved closer to you. he was mentally slapping himself for slipping up like that. he knew things would be awkward if he ever admitted that he was in love with you-- you brought him the peace and calmness he needed in his crazy life-- yet that was the reason why he was so relaxed around you that he felt like he could be himself and speak his mind around you-- and you and the fact that he loves you tended to be the main thing on his mind, a lot of the time.

the fact that you weren't saying anything was proof of how awkward it would be if he ever admitted he loved you, niki assumed. but still, he hated being apart from you. if he couldn't be your boyfriend, he was going to make sure he remained your best friend.

niki inched even closer to you, to where he was pressed against your side. "how about we watch your favorite?"

you shook your head. "we've seen it enough. it's fine."

oh, no. niki knew that when you said "it's fine", that clearly meant that absolutely nothing was fine. but to be honest, his head hurt to much and he was too tired to deal with this.

"ugh, alright. i love you, okay? but it's nothing. i just don't want it to get awkward." niki admitted. "uh, sorry."

you froze for a second-- before remembering this is niki you were talking about, and rolled your eyes. "seriously, niki, that's not funny. i thought you were tired."

"what? what's not funny?" niki turned to face you, and now you were the one with your eyes glued to the screen, refusing to look at him.

"you can't mess with my feelings like that. i know jake has probably told you how i feel by now." a tear rolled down your cheek as you regret confiding in jake about your feelings for niki. he told you it was okay, but you knew how close they were.

"what?!" niki somewhat squeaked. "you told *jake*? and he didn't tell me?!"

you rolled your eyes and moved to get up. "okay, this is just getting mean--"

niki grabbed you by your shoulders and sat you back down, turning you and forcing you to stay seated and face him. "no!" he moved his face unnecessarily close to yours and looked into your eyes. "i--" niki sighed and cupped your face when he noticed tears were falling, wiping them away with his thumb. "please don't cry," he took a deep breath. "i love you."

you sniffled, trying not to crack under the intensity of the moment. you wanted to believe him, but you couldn't. "in what way?"

"like-- uh..." niki racked his brain for an answer that would make you believe him, but he couldn't think of the words that could possibly describe how feels, so instead, he showed you.

he moved one of his hands to the back of your head, and kissed you, hard, before he could stop himself.

once his lips were on yours-- he realized that there was still a large chance you might not like him back at all and push him away, so he kissed you with all his might, wrapping his arms around you and cradling you gently as he kissed you passionately, hoping you would understand what he meant, and not hate him for it.

his mind went blank-- once again not thinking of anything but you, so it took him a moment to realize... you were actually kissing him back.

you pulled away first, just before the moment crossed the line from kiss to make-out. you panted slightly, trying to catch your breath. "oh."

you tried to fight the smile growing on your face, but niki noticed it, and couldn't help but grin back. "yeah." he shook his head. "wait, you told jake you have feelings for me? when?"

"i started telling him about... a year ago?" you estimated.

"oh my god, i'm gonna kill him." niki turned around to reach for his phone and scream at jake virtually.

now, it was your turn to grab him and pull him back. "please, don't commit murder. i made him promise."

niki totally forgot all about his anger when he looked into your eyes again. "okay..." he grabbed your hand. "but only because i love you."

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riordanness · 7 months

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my tears ricochet - [p.jackson]

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warnings: death, serious angst

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"Okay, everyone ready?" Percy asked, his sea-green eyes searching the crowd. They locked on me for half a moment, then flitted away.

The campers looked grim, but they all nodded and put on brave faces. This was probably the last battle any of us would ever fight, but we had to try. We were the world's last chance.

Percy grimaced, held up his sword, Riptide, and cried: "For Olympus!"

"For Olympus!" The cheer echoed eerily in the dark tunnel, sounding much louder than us fifty kids should've been able to make.

"Alright," Percy said. "Everyone partner up. No leaving your partner, not for anything. Stick together, stay in sight of other pairs, and keep each other safe."

Everyone immediately started grabbing for their friends, chaos erupting like a bonfire.

Percy moved through the crowd towards me. I managed a smile, but I knew it didn't look genuine.

"Hey," I said, my voice a higher pitch then usual. I shrugged my right shoulder a little. "It's gonna be fine, alright? We've got nothing to worry about."

Percy gazed at the other campers, then back at me. "Yeah... yeah of course."

I reached over and squeezed his hand. "Hey, wanna be my partner?" I smirked a little.

Percy's face melted a little, the smile I loved so much shining through the darkness, just a little. "I guess so."

I scoffed. "You guess so? What, I'm not your best friend anymore?"

He suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug, arms around my waist. "You're so much more than my best friend," he whispered fiercely.

My heart fluttered, and I wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezed him tight.

"Okay," I said after a moment. "Let's do this thing. And after, as long as you stay alive, lunch is on me."

I held out my pinky, and he linked his around mine. "Deal," he said, a playful gleam in his eyes.

Percy turned to the remainder of Camp Half-Blood. "Campers! Let's, uh, go fight this dude!"

I smiled. This was my best friend. My crazy sidekick. My laughter. My smile. My reason to live. My everything.

He glanced at me, grabbed my hand, and squeezed it three times. "I love you," he began.

"No matter what," I finished with a slight smile. Sadly, Percy's feelings for me were purely platonic.

He would never admit it to me, but I could tell he still had feelings for his ex-girlfriend, Annabeth Chase. She'd left him about two years ago, when her father had dragged her off to Australia.

There was nothing either she or Percy could do about it. They couldn't use phones to contact each other, and Camp Half-Blood needed Percy, so they'd made the decision to break up.

I missed Annabeth. She'd been such an amazing leader, and even though I hadn't known her super well, she'd been so nice to me. I hoped that wherever she was now, she wouldn't mind me loving her Percy.

Percy and I stood back to back, like we had for years. I knew his fighting style so well, and he knew mine just as well.

I gripped the string of my bow, aiming carefully, and releasing it. The arrow soared right into the demon's glowing red eye. Why do they always have to have red eyes?

I cursed under my breath in Ancient Greek. "Dammit," I muttered, biting my thumbnail. I needed to get closer. I needed to get rid of the boomerang thing.

"Percy!" I yelled.

"What?" He swung Riptide into the demon's ankle, cutting a bloody slit. The demon roared in pain, swatting the air in front of Percy, who stumbled out of the way.

"Keep it distracted!" I cried. "I - I think I have an idea!"

His eyes locked with mine. "Are you sure?" His voice sounded shaky.

I nodded firmly. "Yes. Don't worry. I'll come back. I always do. Pinky promise."

I ran to him, linking my pinky with his, giving him one last tight hug. "Okay, now go!" I ordered, pushing him away from me. I couldn't afford to get emotional.

I skirted around the demon's legs, rushing to the back of it. A ruined building lay in pieces, but still had enough intact for me to climb up a fair way. At least two stories, I thought.

I rushed to the building, and inside. A half broken staircase was against one wall, and I hurried up it. At the top, big stone blocks was arranged in a way that made climbing them possible, so I climbed as quickly as I could manage.

I stood at the top of the roof, my t-shirt fluttering in the wind. I brushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear, and drew my bow. I was level with the demon's other eye now. I just needed to get its attention. "Hey!" I screamed. "Ugly!"

The demon turned, and fixed its fiery eyes on me. My insides felt like a puddle of water, but I gritted my teeth and slowly raised my arm, reaching for an arrow.

Unfortunately, just as my fingertips were brushing the arrow, the demon raised it's boomerang. "Ha-di!" It bellowed.

A glowing red picture flashed in the air, and I knew in my heart that this was it, as searing pain ripped through my body, and I collapsed forward, free-falling two stories down.

Pain. Red. Flashing.

My eyes fluttered open, the harsh sunlight sending shoots of pain to my head. I groaned, but the sound that came out was barely audible.

"Y/N?"

A broken voice. Tears. Pain.

"P-Percy?" I tried to say, my vision blurry. My senses were dull; I couldn't feel anything but the horrible pain.

Everywhere. Pain. A bright light.

"No, Y/N, it's okay," my best friend said, as I lay dying in his arms. I had no idea how I was even alive at this point, I'd fallen all the way to the ground. I'd been hit by that magic spell thing, how was I even breathing?

Breathing. Pain. Ragged.

My short, laboured gasps for air sent sharp shoots of pain rocketing through my lungs and chest. My head pounded, and something warm and wet was trickling down my temple. My vision swam in and out, blurry and indistinguishable.

Pain. Crying. Love.

"No!" Percy's voice was becoming more desperate. "No! You can't take her! You can't!" He was screaming at the sky. "Leave her be! Take me instead! You can't!"

Sobs broke out of him, ripping my heart to shreds. "Don't... don't cry for me Percy," I managed. I tried to touch his cheek, but the effort to move made me gasp in pain. It was too difficult.

"Y/N..." The way he said my name, the way his voice sounded, it was like shattered glass.

"Percy," I breathed. "I love you."

"No matter what," he cried, tears in his voice.

"No matter what..." I repeated. I was losing my grip on reality. Already, my vision was slipping even further into total darkness, I couldn't feel anything but the pain. I was dying. I was.

Death. Love. Pain.

"No. No, you can't leave me, sweetheart," Percy begged. "You have to stay, you have to wake up!" He started getting frantic. "Help! Somebody help me! I need ambrosia, nectar, something..."

His voice broke, as if realisation had finally dawned on him. Nothing could save me now.

This was the end.

Campers gathered around Percy and I, crumpled in a heap on the ground. The war was won, the demons defeated, but victory had come with a price.

A sacrifice. A life. A death.

"Someone help me..." Percy sobbed, holding onto my limp body as he cried. "I love you, Y/N..."

My last glimpse of this life were of his sea-green eyes, filled with tears, as they gazed into my own. Darkness filled my vision, and everything went black.

Death. Dark. Nothing.

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keekeenuggets · 3 months

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RadioStatic Week, Day 2: Vintage / Modern

We were writing this for other reasons, but then realized it happens to fit the prompt for today, so... figured we'd post it. We probably don't have the energy to participate in a lot of the days for this week, but we're excited to see more of what other people create, regardless!

Summary: A year into Alastor's disappearance, Vox makes one last attempt to reach out to the demon -- he hosts a radio broadcast.

Title: Old-Timey

Day three hundred and sixty-five since the last time Vox had heard from Alastor. Not that he'd been keeping track. He only had the date memorized, of course, and he just happened to look at the calendar and notice how many days had passed. Just like he did every day. It was part of his daily routine, not that he would ever admit it. It just so happened that he had a calendar posted on his door, which he looked at every day before exiting his room. Of course he'd look, because how would he not look at before leaving his room? It only made sense.

But as much as he didn't want to admit it, he'd started actually growing concerned for the old prick. An extermination had passed, not too long ago, and Vox wanted some kind of confirmation that Alastor was still alive. Even more, he wanted to know that his old friend cared, but he knew that was asking too much.

Still, he had an idea. He had the right equipment for it. Though radio broadcasts weren't his thing, what if...? It was a long shot, but if anything would catch the Radio Demon's attention enough to get a response, it would be Vox, the modern television overlord, going live on the air an old-timey piece of junk.

He wouldn't abandon his TV equipment, of course. He'd simply both avenues at once. Talk about the Radio Demon's mysterious disappearance, perhaps. It was as interesting as any news segment that bitch Katie Killjoy could come up with. Most of her shit consisted of boring, desperate grabs for views. At least Voxtek could come up with things that garnered actual interest. The hypnotism didn't hurt, either.

"... And three. Two. One. Going live!"

Travis, the studio director who bounced back and forth between shooting for Vox's segments and Val's pornography happened to be in charge of cameras, that day. He was mediocre at the radio tech, but they managed. And with the push of a few buttons, he saw the green light that let him know he was live not only on the television, but also on the more traditional radio waves. The perfect venue for grabbing the attention of all citizens of hell. Not only the most up-to-date ones.

"Annnnd good day, fine sinners!" Vox grinned into the camera, his hands folded in front of him. "Today's broadcast is brought to you by Voxtek. Trust *us* with your news." His eye sent out waves of persuasion, for only a moment. Today, he was all about the audio. And no one, not even -- or especially not -- Alastor, would be able to hear the hypnotic frequencies. He had to rely on his charm and showmanship, today. But that was not a problem.

He cleared his throat. "I come live to you in a rather unique format. Yes, this time, I'm broadcasting over the radio, too. A little bit of traditional medium for old time's sake, right? It doesn't hurt, every once in a while." He laughed, to himself. Then he continued. "Now, we've got a special topic this morning, and it's the reason I've decided on this dual transmission. As some of you may be aware, the Radio Demon hasn't been around in quite some time." Speaking the words gave them a truth he didn't want to think about, but Vox kept the grin plastered on his face like his life depended on it. He refused to slip up. "In fact, it's been an entire year since his last reported sighting!" Not that he had checked every social media platform in case of any mention of the Radio Demon.

Except that was exactly what he'd done. And as the overlord of technology, he'd been able to keep an eye on cameras and through screens all throughout the Pentagram. Sure enough, Alastor was nowhere to be seen. That is, nowhere that modern technology had any reach, at the very least. He still didn't want to believe him to be dead, but the fact Alastor would work so hard to avoid any detection or communication with Vox was also infuriating. As if had never meant anything to the other overlord. Maybe he hadn't. But he didn't need to think about that.

"Now, there has been some speculation on where he's been. Having a nice vacay off-the-grid, entrapped by another, more powerful, overlord..." The last one didn't seem likely -- or at least had been a possibility Vox feared the thought of. The Radio Demon was already quite powerful to begin with. "Some even speculate that the demon might not be among us any longer at all!" That would be much worse, of course.

"But hey, maybe there are some upsides to this change of pace, am I right?" He said this only because he knew that if anything would get a response from Alastor, it would be demeaning his choice form of expression. "I mean, radio is so outdated. It's about time we give Hell a more modern entertainment makeover. And sure, as I said, radio can be fun every once in a while, but who wants to rely on only barely audible sources of pleasure? With no visuals?" He laughed. "Please. That's so old school. And we've got much better means of enjoyment, nowadays."

He paused. Half-expecting the Radio Demon to interrupt his broadcast. Such a thing certainly wasn't unheard of before. Alastor enjoyed displacing mediocre radio hosts. And though Vox was confident in his ability to entertain, he knew that his old thought of himself as superior. Maybe he was right; maybe he was wrong. Regardless, it was his opinion that made the difference, and yet, Vox's program remained uninterrupted. It was almost disappointing.

So Vox continued, sharing some of the theories and speculation he'd found online about Alastor's disappearance. All found while searching for any signs of him being spotted anywhere. Stories were all kept anonymous, and there were a few ideas he made up himself. But no one needed to know that. The viewers, the listeners, they were just there for the entertainment and fun. Most of them didn't care about what was genuine or not, so long as it was enthralling, and technically, Vox wasn't lying about anything -- only pretending that the speculator of some of the rumors wasn't himself.

The segment Vox had planned out was only about an hour long, and as the top of the hour began rapidly approaching, he started to feel more restless and agitated. It became clear that Alastor really wasn't listening. Or at least, wasn't planning on showing it. Responding at all. What an ass. A year of absolutely no contact after an argument-induced battle, no way of even knowing how he could possibly contact his old friend, and all after Vox had dared ask Alastor to join him in expanding the medium he worked with? As if it was such a major offense. At least Valentino and Velvette supported him, even though they didn't seem to understand, either. They didn't understand the joy of broadcasting, not in the same way Alastor had. They'd had that in common, and he still had been too stubborn to stray from radio, even a little bit.

"Well, that about wraps it up for this broadcast," Vox chimed as happily as he could muster. The viewers, he knew, didn't care whether the grin was genuine or forced, and most didn't know it was the latter anyway. "We'll be back later for some more daily news. In the meantime, I leave you with this ad from our sponsor. And don't forget: You can always trust us, Voxtek, with your entertainment."

As soon as the cameras shut off, Vox's smile faltered, but he plastered it right back on when Travis came up to him.

"We're done here, right?" He asked. "'Cause Val's expecting me down at his studio for a shoot. The rest of the camera crew can handle the afternoon broadcast for you."

"Yeah, yeah," Vox waved him off. "Go help Val. He won't let me hear the end of it, if I keep you." It was good news, though, if Valentino was going to be busy with a shoot. He knew Velvette had her work, too. And he just wanted to be alone.

He retreated to his room and sat surrounded by his screens, all connected to cameras and tech across town. City-wide surveillance. Vox flipped through different feeds absent-mindedly. As always, in the back of his mind, he was searching for one specific person. But he should have known, by now, it was pointless.

What if something really had happened to him? Vox shook his head, sighing at the thought. No. Alastor was too tough for that. He was the Radio Demon. No, it seemed more plausible that he was simply avoiding Vox. Avoiding all detection. How, Vox wasn't sure. Strange that he could disappear so effectively. But, of course, if anyone could do such a thing, it would be Alastor. For whatever his reasons, Alastor knew how to remove himself from the public view if he needed to. That was their thing, of course, media and coverage of different sorts. Vox figured he, too, could avoid being detected, if he'd wished.

Vox sighed. It was time to just admit what he didn't want to before. Whatever he had with Alastor before, if he ever had anything at all -- it was over. Truly. By this point? Any hope of having it back was futile.

The aching became rage, like a protective shield. Rage, bitterness, was easier to handle. It meant he wasn't being hurt, but that he was the one in control. He was the one that would do the hurting, if it ever came down to it. If he ever saw Alastor again. That had been one thing he'd learned from the Radio Demon. Always find a way to keep the upper hand.

With his control over technology, now, he would. And someday, Alastor would see what he left behind.

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mutedsilence · 9 months

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@writingfanficsfan the cut is some of an Ironstrange fic I've been working on. Tbh I've not added anything in a while. But I have plans for where it'll go.

"No."

"Stephen-"

"No, I will not show up for some douchebags publicity stunt!"

"He has a heart condition, he needs-"

"A lower ego, that's what he needs. Look, Christine, I'm not going! If he thinks he can wave his money about and I'll come running, he has another thing coming."

"Stephen, you are the top. Best of the best. He wants you. They won't let him up there without medical assistance, and he won't go without you."

"We've literally never met. Not to mention that I'm a Neurosurgeon!"

"Doesn't stop him wanting you there. You'll have plenty of time to get to know each other."

"I'm not going. I wouldn't be caught dead working on some publicity stunt for Stark. He's a pompous asshole that needs to be taken down a peg. What he needs is someone to tell him no. Someone to tell him they won't play his little game."

***

Stephen stood outside the transport to his new home for the next year. His possessions had already been collected. He could only take essentials - clothes and a select few items to keep them entertained. Stephen was told that if anything was needed, they could contact the control centre. Whatever it was would be sent up with the next food shipment. The shipment that came every three months.

Even with his protests, he went along to the training. A car was sent to collect him every day. A man called Happy, drove him to the training centre. He would be intercepted on his way to the hospital. It was as if Stark hadn't given him a way out. It had caught him off guard when he was first picked up. A man in a suit stood waiting for him in front of a car. It had been early in the morning and Stephen was walking to his car, ready to start his shift. "Excuse me, Doctor Strange?"

He had turned to regard the man properly, still walking towards his car, "Yes? Sorry, running slightly late." He hoped that had been enough to deter the man from further conversation. No luck.

"Hello, I'm Happy Hogan. I've been sent to collect you," That made Stephen stop. All attention on the stranger, "I work for Tony Stark. To go to space, you need proper training. It's already been cleared with the hospital."

"I'm not going to space, I'm going to work." Stephen went to push past the man. His anger slightly building. The nerve of that man! Happy extended a hand, not touching, just giving Stephen a pause. He extended the hand to his ear. He gave a nod to no one in particular - obviously listening to someone. "Is that him?" Happy gave another nod as he listened, "Listen, I'm not going to join you in an insane publicity stunt. Find someone else."

Happy spoke before he could move away, "Doctor, Tony has said if you get into the car, he will not only pay you handsomely, but the hospital as well."

Stephen didn't think of himself as a sell-out, but they needed funding. They needed any and all the money they could get. His mind wandered to all the run-down equipment they had been using. He grit his teeth and let out a sigh, "Let me get changed."

He hadn't met Mr Stark. He knew of him and what he looked like. Everyone did. There wasn't a person alive that didn't know Tony Stark, especially after he became Iron Man. Stephen strapped himself in for intensive training. It typically took two years before going to space. But this was Tony Stark. He had created a ship that replicated Earth's living conditions. As Stephen had been saying constantly, it was stupid. He still required some training, but not nearly as much as actual astronauts.

***

Stephen sat in the small waiting room. He and Stark would be the only ones living in the space station full-time. Others would arrive when needed, but this was Stark's plan. He would be alone if it wasn't for his heart. They would travel up there together, in a confined space for six hours. Then a year of confined space to follow.

He couldn't help but think of all the good he could be doing if he had stayed home.

Someone sat beside Stephen, with his nose buried in a book, he didn't pay them any mind. The person shifted. They kept moving as if they had never sat in a chair before and were trying to figure it out. Stephen tried to ignore them, tried to keep his focus on his book. These were the last hours before he was stuck with Stark for the foreseeable future.

"So, you're my Doctor."

Stephen looked up at the intrusion. His thoughts scattered as he looked into the eyes of Tony Stark. The eyes that looked steadily into his own. A small smirk was playing at Stark's lips. Stephen really, really wanted to punch him.

Stark stuck out his hand. Stephen tore his eyes away from Stark's face to look at his hand. He steadily took it in his own. "Mr Stark." Stephen kept his voice business-like. His handshake was short and sharp. The second his hand was dropped, he turned back to his book. Determined to have some kind of peace in his last moments on Earth.

He turned the page and Stark spoke up again. "You can take that with you," Stephen looked back up into Stark's eyes. They were searching for his eyes. "The book. If you're ready, we can leave now, or- or I mean, it's up to you. If you're not ready to leave yet - that's fine. We can wait for the designated time. It's just, everything is ready, so if you wanted to, and I mean if you actually wanted to. Yeah. I'll shut up."

Stephen watched him in amusement. He had never expected to see the great Tony Stark, stumble over his words. They would have had another hour at least until they needed to leave. Stark had looked down and away, blowing out a breath. Stephen found it kind of funny watching the man scramble over what to say. He wasn't what he expected. Stark had always been shown as a narcissistic, arrogant sod, but, perhaps that was just how the media wanted him to be seen. The Tony Stark they show to the world. Not this Tony Stark. The Tony Stark that's kind of cute as he tries to speak to another human.

Stephen closes his book. Stark had turned his head to look out the window, watching as people worked. "I'm ready if you are." Stark's head snapped to Stephen's. A smile ghosting his lips. A twinkle hidden within his eyes.

"Great, I'll let them know," He held out his hand, "Do you want me to put that in cargo? Probably won't be able to read on the way." Stephen looked between his book and Stark's hand before giving a nod and handing it over.

***

They hadn't spoken a word during the six hour trip to the space station. There just wasn't anything to talk about. At times, Stephen was certain Stark would start talking. He would turn to face Stephen, but something on his face must have deterred any conversation Stark may have wanted.

The six hours seemed to span into days.

The station was large, much larger than what was warranted for just the two of them. But it gave him an opportunity for escape. When he felt like he couldn't take it with Stark anymore, Stephen had plenty of room to get away.

They were connected to each other through the programming that ran the station. The computer knew exactly where they were and what they were doing at all times. It was necessary. The whole point of Stephen going, was to keep an eye on Stark. He had access to all of Stark's vitals at all times. All he had to do was just ask. If anything was out of the ordinary, the small bracelet Stark was to wear, would send out an emergency distress signal. That signal would send throughout the station to wherever Stephen may be. He hated to admit it, but it was indeed, very clever.

Stark gave Stephen a tour when they landed. He was clearly very pleased with his work.

There was a dining area, already stocked with food and drink for them. A room filled with machinery, Stark assured him that if he wanted, he was welcome to tinker with it all. There was a smaller room that just had seating and a few books. There was a control room, Stark told him that that was where they would do the live streams when needed. The live streams would be broadcast on television and online so people could know what was happening on board. They were scheduled few and far between.

The bedroom was shared. The beds were small and compact. One above, one below. A curtain creating the only type of privacy. It made sense, he supposed, that they share a room. If anything were to happen during the night, Stephen would be readily on hand. There was only one bathroom. Simple in its design. Their clothes, Stephen found, were already in the wardrobe. There was only one wardrobe in their room. Their clothes had been mixed and placed together, all hung neatly.

For some reason, Stephen didn't mind. He kind of liked it.

#fanfic #ironstrange #iron man #doctor strange #wip

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hinatastinygiant · 5 months

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12 | Surm

Pairing: Uzui x Fem!Reader

The Emptiness You Left

Y/N'S P.O.V.

As you look up at Uzui, you finally realize just how ginormous he is. He's nearly a foot taller than you, and he's a lot broader. His biceps alone are as big as your head which makes you feel so small in comparison.

"The thing is... there's something else that happened on the day Suma found me. I know that she knows but I don't think she told anyone. It's not that we've been doing anything behind your back, but..." you begin to trail off, not quite sure how to finish your sentence. "My brother is still alive."

Uzui looks at you with a confused expression, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Wait, what do you mean your brother is still alive? You said you had a sister. Doma killed her," he questions.

"Yes, but I have a brother too. He's still in that cult house," you tell him, your voice barely audible.

You watch as Uzui's hands ball into tight fists, his eyes darkening as they narrow at you.

"Are you fucking serious, Y/N?" he whisper shouts, slamming one of his hands against the wall right by your head. Your whole body runs cold as he cages you in, his towering figure blocking any exit.

"I'm sorry, Master Uzui," you say, your voice quivering. "I promise you that he isn't part of the cult. He's trying to-"

"Why wouldn't you tell anyone that he's still alive, huh? And you knew this whole time?" he seethes, his lips pursed tightly.

You nod, unsure of what to say in this moment. You doubt anything will calm him down right now.

"You idiot! We could have gone in and saved him by now! Why don't you use your fucking brain for once, Y/N!"

"I didn't know what to do. I-I wanted to be the one to help him," you plead, tears filling your eyes. "If he's brave enough to stay there and he's younger than me then I have to save him. It's my responsibility! I'm his only family!"

"What if we could've gotten him out and then sent him somewhere safe? He wouldn't be trapped anymore. That's what you want, right?"

"I-I guess. But he wasn't ready to go right away," you explain.

"He's not ready now?" Uzui argues, his tone becoming more and more harsh with every word.

"No. He knows our mom was killed by demons, and he knows about the cult and Doma, but he hasn't seen it for himself yet," you reply, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

"Y/N, are you even thinking right now? As his sister you can't let him stay in a place like that," he shakes his head. "Where is this cult house?"

"I don't know but I'm not going to say," you shake your head. "Please, I don't want you to get involved. This is something I have to do myself."

"Where is it, Y/N?" he demands, glaring down at you.

"Even if I did know, I wouldn't tell you. I ran away without looking back," you say.

"Damn it, Y/N, if I find out you're lying to me I'm gonna be pissed," he growls. "How many followers does that cult have?"

"I don't know," you admit. "At least fifty or sixty, probably. That's all I could count when I was there. There's always people coming and going."

"Going, huh? And you said Doma was the one who killed your sister?" he asks, beginning to relax his tone a bit.

"Yes. He is the leader. Or at least, that's what it seems like," you admit. "You're not really going to go in, are you? They'll kill you."

"So you think a group of humans can take me down?" he smirks.

"I didn't say that," you shake your head as he backs away from you. However, before he can get too far, you reach out and grab onto his arm.

"Let go of me," he commands, glaring down at your hand.

"Please, don't go. Please, Master Uzui, I'm begging you. Just let me take care of it," you plead, looking up into his eyes.

"Y/N-" he begins before you cut him off.

"I can do it," you assure him, your grip on his arm tightening. "I'm strong. Promise me that when people go into that cult house, I can go, too."

"No," he says without giving it a second thought.

"Master Uzui, I can't let you put yourself in danger. You mean too much to so many people," you argue.

"And so do you. I won't allow it," he replies, his tone firm. "That's the end of this discussion. Now, come on, let's go back inside."

"I don't want to. Not after what just happened," you shake your head, your heart sinking.

"Oh, don't be so dramatic. It was just a little argument," he shrugs, pulling away from you and making his way to the back door of the building.

Begrudgingly, you follow him and approach the three women already asking him where the two of you disappeared to.

"We just went for a walk. It's okay. No need to worry," he says as you both take your seats.

You can feel Suma's eyes burning into you, waiting for a response, but you swallow down a mouthful of rice on your plate, and begin eating.

"Y/N, I'm sorry if I came across harsh. I didn't mean to get so upset but we just really wanted you to have a good night," Makio apologizes to you.

"It's alright," you nod. "I shouldn't have acted so dramatic anyway."

Uzui shoots you a warning look and you turn your head away, focusing on your food instead.

"Are you sure everything's alright, Y/N? We can go somewhere else if you'd like," Hinatsuru suggests.

"This place is fine," Uzui insists. "But I must apologize for taking my leave so early."

"What?" Suma pouts. "You're leaving?"

"Unfortunately, I have some urgent business to take care of."

"At this time of night?" Hinatsuru questions.

"I'm afraid it cannot wait until morning," he replies, and his voice holds a dangerous edge.

Suma glances over at you again while Makio and Hinatsuru exchange worried looks.

"Okay," Makio says slowly, her tone skeptical. "If you have to."

"I will meet you back at the estate," he nods. "Make sure to keep a close eye on this one," he then adds as he gets up from the table.

"Why? Hinatsuru asks softly. "What's going on?"

"Y/N has a lot of secrets, apparently. She's been holding out on us," Uzui states as his eyes flash to yours.

"What?" Hinatsuru gasps quietly.

"I'm not going to get into it right now," Uzui says, and then he turns his attention back to you. "But you better not let her out of your sight. Not even for a moment tonight."

With that, he spins on his heel and walks out the front doors of the restaurant, leaving the four of you in silence.

"What'd you do now?" Suma grumbles, not wanting to sound mean but still upset.

"Nothing," you whisper, pushing the rest of your food around on your plate.

"What do you mean 'nothing'? Master Uzui was very upset," Hinatsuru says.

"It's a long story," you mutter, still unable to look at any of them.

"Well, it's a good thing we've got all night," Makio replies, crossing her arms over her chest.

"He found out about my brother," you sigh. "And now he wants to go and save him."

"But you don't?" Suma asks.

"I do," you nod, and Hinatsuru lets out a frustrated groan.

"It's complicated..."

The Emptiness You Left

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themultifandomgal · 2 years

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Peaky Blinders- Engagement

Arthur

The day had started off with you going to meet Arthur at the Garrison. Walking in you your immediately ushered out by Arthur

"What's going on?"

"I've got a surprise for you"

"You have? what is it?"

"Well if I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise now would it?" Arthur takes your hand in his and leads you to his car, helping you inside.

Half way to wherever he was taking you the car broke down

"Fuck. Now the surprise is ruined"

"Hey don't worry"

"I had this whole thing planned out. It was meant to be perfect"

"Arthur, I don't care as long as I'm with you"

"This isn't how this was meant to go" he hits his hand on the steering wheel making you grab it

"What wasn't meant to go this way eh? what are you hiding?"

"Ok. Out the car" Arthur opens his door and I frown

"What?" Arthur helps me out of the car then kneels down "Arthur what are you doing?" you laugh

"YN, I love you and I want you to become my wife so... Miss YLN will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" my eyes begin to tear up

"Yes Arthur oh my god yes" Arthur slips the most beautiful but simple ring on my finger then we share a kiss

"We have a problem, the cars broke down. We will have to walk back to town"

"That's ok. As long as we're together"

Tommy

Tommy took you out horse riding, you usually go horse riding for your dates, except when you were pregnant, the only difference this time was that this time you rode to where your first date had been. The flowers were in full bloom and there was a pic nic blanket laid down with a basket

"Tom this is beautiful"

"Happy anniversary YN" Tommy helps you off the horse and leads you over to the basket.

You spend the afternoon eating the food his Aunt polly had made for you both

"Who knew Thomas Shelby could be so romantic?"

"Only for you love" you lean in and kiss his lips "YN I have another surprise, close your eyes"

"Ok" you close your eyes, and hear shuffling. You feel Tommy take your left hand and slip something on your ring finger. Quickly opening your eyes you see the most beautiful ring, looking back up to Tommy who is smiling you frown confused

"Tom..."

"I love you YN, please say yes, tell me you'll marry me?"

"Yes" you breathe out before throwing yourself on to Tommy kissing his face.

John

Although your marriage was arranged and you obviously didn't love each other straight away, you definitely learn to and you did after a few month. John still wanted to get you an engagement ring

"I have a gift for you"

"Another one John?" you laugh shaking your head "I think I've got enough"

"Your wedding wasn't quite how you thought it would have gone, marrying a man who's become a widow, no engagement. So..." John kneels down as your washing up the kids breakfast bowls "wear this ring as a sign of love because I do love you YN and I'm so grateful for you being the best step mum to my kids and thank you for being the best wife" you wipe your hands on the tea towel and lean down to cup johns face in your hands

"Thank you John and I love you too"

Finn

You were still very young when Finn told his brother he wanted to proposed to you, the Shelby siblings had their reservations, until Aunt Poll had said

"They will always be around each other, you can't stop that. The more you say no, the more likely they will run off together" and with that the brothers helped Finn set up the perfect proposal

"Arthur what are you doing?" you laugh as Arthur takes your arm and leads you to his car. He drives you to the garrison, no lights on "what's going on?"

"Come on" your lead into the pub where there's a single table with a candle light and roses everywhere "please take a seat. I'll get you a drink" that's when Finn walks over to you wearing a suit

"Finn what are you doing?" he kneels down

"I know we're young YN, but we've spoken about marriage since we were kids. I love you so much, so will you marry me?" you nod your head with tears in your eyes

"Yes Finn I'll marry you"

Michael

You and Michael had gone on holiday when he proposed. It wasn't perfect, far from it actually. A woman had approached Michael and you got jealous causing an argument where Michael just blurted out that he wants to marry you

"What did you day?"

"I said I love you and I want to marry you"

"I want to marry you as well Michael"

"I haven't got a ring or anything so I'll do it properly when I do, I guess what I'm asking is will you say yes when I ask you to marry me?"

"Yes, but you don't have to do the huge proposal, I don't ever need a ring Michael. I just want to be your wife"

You came home from your holiday with a ring on your finger. Aunt Poll was already excited and wanting to plan the wedding.

Isaiah

Isaiah was nervous to propose to you, wanting to get the blessing from your brothers, cousin and Aunt he asked Tommy to call for a family meeting. When said meeting was going on Isaiah had sent you shopping with Ada who knew what was going on. After getting the approval of your family Isaiah took you for a walk around the town of Small Heath

"YN I was talking to your brothers, Aunt and Micheal while you were shopping"

"I thought something was up" you laugh a little "why were you taking to my family?"

"I wanted to get their approval for what I'm about to do"

"And what are you about to do?" you ask. Isaiah stops your from walking and takes your face in his hands then kisses your lips "Is I'm getting nervous" you nervously laugh

"Don't be" Isaiah kneels down and pulls out a ring you recognise as your mothers ring "YN Shelby, will you marry me?"

"Bloody hell Is you scared me today, but yes, I'll marry you"

Alfie

Alfie never actually proposed. You'd been talking for a while that you both wanted to get married so he bought you a ring. Neither of you wanted to make a big deal about getting married, all you wanted was to be called his wife. Of course telling your brothers, cousin and aunt wasn't as simple as you'd hope. Alfie had to get in a few digs at Arthur, Arthur throwing it back. Your brothers weren't overly happy but they can't do anything about it because you love Alfie and he loves you

“Just don’t fucking hurt her” Arthur had said giving in

“I could never” Alfie responds with his hand holding yours.

#arthur shelby imagine #tommy shelby imagine #john shelby imagine #finn shelby imagine #isaiah jesus x reader #michael gray x reader #alfie solomon’s imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinders reader

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rfaromance · 1 year

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"Is this necessary?"

"Yes."

"What kind of deluded birthday events do they have in America, anyway? What do cat ears represent on a birthday for a human? It makes no sense."

"Saeran! You can't assume you know better about it than Ariella, or me! We've both been there. She lived there and I spent plenty of time there to pick up the culture around a birthday party! Cat ears are almost the most important thing."

"Okay, well, then SHE should be wearing them since it's her birthday, not us."

"No, no. The point is that we're a part of a pack! The best family of lost cats that found each other! This makes more sense when you know the context for it and why it's so crucial you wear ears and meow the birthday song."

"I am only tolerating these ears, Saeyoung."

"Because you want your sister-in-law to smile on her happy day! That's so sweet!"

Saeran made a face of disdain. He hoped this would not happen again in a week when it was their stupid birthday again. He sighed and looked away from his brother, who was deep in the throes of adding some finishing touches to the room. Streamers and half a dozen paw prints littered the bunker. He said there was a puzzle of some sort that had to do with paws that Ariella was busy with.

Which, that was weird to Saeran but he really didn't know much about what Americans did. He didn't want to question it or learn more at this point since it seemed like it was a mess waiting to happen all at once. He knew enough for the time being.

Saeyoung was over the moon, though. He wanted to make this an exciting day for Ariella. That part wasn't bad. It was the whiskers he painted on and the ears that were the problem. He grumbled into his sweater, which was only bearable in the bunker since the weather outside was blistering again. He only wanted to do this to appease the poor woman.

They were... reluctant friends, after all.

If you could even call them friends. Ariella said they were but Saeran was still wary. She was too much... like a person that Saeran knew didn't deserve to be around. Still, her company wasn't all that bad. This just felt like a mess waiting to happen. It just wasn't how he would spend his own birthday. He wouldn't spend his birthday doing anything anyway. It wasn't particularly a day he enjoyed.

But, he supposed Ariella deserved to have a good day. That was the only reason he looked ridiculous.

"Saeyoung Choi, you know I love puzzles as much as the next person alive but if you're going to make Blue's Clues, you need to put the paw print where I can reach it! I made Zen climb a flag pole to get me the last clue!" was the call of Ariella's voice from the garage.

Saeyoung knew how to use his time wisely... even if he was a moron. Saeran thought. Saeyoung laughed at her grumbles, though. He did those things to see how long it would take her to find everything. Those footsteps that came down the hall were familiar for him. She was coming in with the intent to find out what her prize was. She loved his dumb puzzles to death.

Saeyoung was beaming ear to ear when she came inside. It didn't take Ariella long before she noticed the prints across the floor and the solitary one on the back of his shirt. If only because she saw it just as she rounded the corner to interrogate him and realized her party was set up for her to celebrate.

"My last clue, huh? Let me guess, it's the handsome little kitty who asked all his friends to set up a party for me. He worked his biscuit making paws down to the bone to make it happen," she murmured.

"It's your favorite kitty," Saeyoung corrected her as he spun around to face her properly. "Plus, I got the rest of your warrior clan dressed up for you! Just... not Zen. He's a mysterious dog that decided he had no choice but to protect the kittens."

"You dork," she flung her arms around his neck. "I love you."

"Happy birthday, starlight."

Saeran grumbled. "Would you two stop trying to suck faces when everyone is here? I was promised ice cream cake for this. The birthday girl owes me a slice for looking this ridiculous."

"Aw, you look adorable, Saeran. Thank you for your birthday wishes! But, I get the first slice of cake. It's the rule."

Ariella gets the first slice, but Saeran gets the biggest.

#SAERAN IS THE BEST BROTHER-IN-LAW #SUCH A TROOPER #but Saeyoung this is not an American tradition... you and your wife are just the same flavor of neurodivergent #crying over homie Zen scaling a flagpole #But somehow cat ears are too much for him #Very sweet and wholesome... I hope Ariella gives Ranran his own handy dandy notebook #Mod cries over gifts #Cmc #Ariella

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rahleeyah · 9 months

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Do you think that by killing off Kathy instead of a divorce between her and Elliot, that El is still not "choosing" Liv? That when EO get together it's more of Elliot being "well my wife's dead so I guess I'll be with you". For many fans the choice of killing her off was not the best choice for the reason I state, and cause to fridge a female character is gross too.

What are your thoughts? Hopefully you understand what I am saying.

No, I don't think that.

I know a lot of people feel that way, but as we've discussed on this blog before I really do feel that Elliot couldn't choose Liv over Kathy while Kathy was still alive, not least bc Olivia wouldn't let him. And yes, of course, he could've gotten divorced from Kathy and then turned up looking for Olivia - and it would've been interesting to see Olivia be able to really vent her anger at him in those early days - but there's something....off, if Kathy's still around. She's still such a source of insecurity for Liv - does Elliot really want Olivia more, did he only come to Olivia bc Kathy finally got rid of him (which is essentially the same as only coming to Liv bc Kathy died, maybe even worse), has Olivia taken something from Elliot's family, do the kids resent her, etc - and Olivia's own reticence I think gets in the way too much if Kathy is alive. Olivia has been telling herself that Elliot is someone else's husband for so long that even a divorce isn't enough to nudge her, I don't think; it certainly didn't the first time. And yes the first time they were still partners but this time he's left her for a decade (why is he only coming back now? Isn't Liv still a consolation prize in this version?) and if she leaps straight into her anger without those months of caring for him maybe they don't ever recover.

And like what's the timeline. Elliot comes for the ceremony while still married to Kathy and Liv is furious and he leaves Kathy? Idk about that. Elliot gets divorced and only then turns up? Yeah I don't love that either.

And yeah, obviously, fridging is a serious issue that we do need to talk about but also characters have to die sometimes. We can't just never have a character die, never have the other characters experience loss; that's ignoring a whole vast swath of human emotion that does need to be explored in media. And if you're gonna kill someone off so that you can talk about grief and trauma and love and healing, pragmatically you're gonna kill a side character. Bc you want to keep your mains around for later. You need your mains. They're the story.

On the one hand, it would've been nice to see Kathy stand up for herself and go out and make a new life and not be beholden to Elliot. On the other hand, life doesn't give us all happy endings. Kathy had just as many choices as Elliot did. She asked him to come to bed, she asked - pushed - him to come back to raise Eli. She was happy in Rome. With him. Maybe Kathy didn't want another life. Maybe she wanted her husband - she worked hard enough to keep him - and maybe her ending is tragic, but life is tragic. A man looking at his cell phone while driving hit my mother head on and we spent a week in the hospital with her, jumping every time her eyelashes fluttered even tho we knew there was no activity in her brain. In the perfect story, her eyes would've opened. She would've woken up. We wouldn't have lost her. We did. The story doesn't have a happy ending. We stumble thru our grief. I kind of like it when the stories I consume reflect things I've felt in my own heart; it helps learn to name my emotions, and find connection and solace in the knowledge that I am not alone in feeling them.

Not every story has a happy ending. Kathy's didn't. That's not a crime imo.

#anonymous #e.o asks #s.vu

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The Wolf and the Rabbit

Look at me writing a fic for the first time in ages. I had this idea this morning a whipped it up really quick. A conversation between Rose and Marta, based on a scene from GOW: Ragnarök. Enjoy.

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The Wolf and the Rabbit met at midnight. In a cold, damp Umbrella Corp facility. Abandoned, more or less. The rabbit had been searching for answers, the wolf had been searching for the rabbit. And now they met, after 17 years.

"You've been following me..!"

Marta scoffed. She didn't look like her usually self. No armour, no axe in sight. She wore an old black jacket and jeans. To the outside eye, she looked like any other person. It was all a disguise of course, to blend in. Wearing the rabbitskin to make conversation with bunnies.

"Yes. I have been following you." "I kept seeing you around.. I-I assumed it was coincidence." "Yes.. because New York is such a small city."

The rabbit gulped. She didn't like the wolf's mocking tone.

"Do you remember me?" "...I should, shouldn't I?" Marta pursed her lips together, letting the rabbit stay a comfortable distance away.. for now.

"No, not particularly. I remember you though."

Rose tilted her head. "We've met before." "We have. You were so much easier to deal with back then, so small and docile, though I'm glad you're no longer an infant. It makes killing you less complicated."

Rose shuddered, and tried her best not to run. She knew that instigate a chase, one she was sure to lose.

"Okay, okay, just- before you kill me, could we... talk..?"

Now it was Marta's turn to be confused. "Talk?" "Yes! So I might.. understand you. I have a.. vague idea of who you are but if you really, want to kill me.. I'd like to know about you first.. honour my last wish?"

Marta squinted.

"..No."

"What? Why not?" "Because you do not deserve the luxury!"

Rose, startled by Marta's sudden change in tone, took a step back. But an anger grew within her.

"I was an infant when Miranda stole me! What could I have possibly done???" "You-!!"

For once, Marta didn't have much of an answer. "You, were the cause of all this! All my grief! All my loss! If you hadn't been born-" "Then what?" "Then my family! My family would still be alive!"

Rose was stunned. "What?" "My mother!! The tall woman who housed you in a golden crib, do you remember?"

Rose reached back into the depths of her memory, she did remember, vaguely, a tall woman putting her in a golden crib.

"..That was your mother." "Yes!!! My mother, who cared for you! My sisters who held you! Me! Who fed you! My uncle, my aunt, my grandmother, your father burst in and took them all from me!!!" "To save me!! I'm his daughter! He was protecting his family!" "By murdering mine???? No. No, that is not a good enough excuse!" "But what would killing me achieve???"

It wouldn't achieve anything. Marta's grief would not be satisfied. A brief high would be felt, and then more despair. She said nothing, and shamefully looked to the floor.

Rose gave a sympathetic sigh, and the two stood in silence for a few moments. Tears had already begun to run down both of the women's faces, reminiscing on their respective losses.

"I'm.. sorry." "...For what?" "On behalf of my dad, I.. I'm sorry he took your family from you." Marta nodded in quiet acknowledgement.

"...I suppose, this is the point, where I forgive you.. or I kill you." Rose steadied herself. "I guess.. have you made a decision..?"

Marta frowned, and shook her head. A thousand emotions went through her mind. "To be honest... I don't think I can do either." Her voice was fragile, and she sniffled away her sobs.

The wolf began pacing, the same thousand emotions still coursing through her;

"There is still.. a part of me, that is.. so.. angry!!!" Her crying could no longer be contained, and she pointed an accusatory finger towards the rabbit; "And it will always be!!! It will always be, angry!!"

She sighed, finally, and put her hand down. "But.. you're right. You are not the one that needs to die... I do see that.."

Rose felt relief was over her, but she was not comforted. She empathised with Marta's state of mind, even if a little.

It seemed the wolf had nothing more to say, and quickly turned to leave;

"Wait!"

The wolf stopped, but did not look behind her. "..You still live in that castle, right?" "...Why."

The rabbit was cautious not to offend. "Could I visit sometime? You gotta hand it to me, I managed to talk my way out of you killing me-" "I am aware, Miss Rose Silvertongue." The rabbit felt emboldened by the nickname. "Maybe I could.. add something to your life? And you mine?"

The wolf seemed to consider for a few moments, before stubbornly reaching into her pocket and retrieving a pen, ripping an old poster from the wall and scribbling something down, before marching over and roughly handing it to the rabbit, before turning back one last time and dissappearing into the shadows.

Gingerly, Rose looked down at what Marta had scribbled. It was an address, and a time;

"Şaru Dornei, Transylvania, Romania. 17th of March. 24:00PM."

Rose smiled softly. The Rabbit was to meet the Wolf at midnight, and she would try her best not to be late.

#marta #marta dimitrescu #vampire oc #vampire #rosemary winters #rose winters #resident evil 8 #resident evil 8 village #re8 #fiction #ficblogging #fic

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I LOVE adding Easter eggs/references in asks, ehe~//

A garden— so vast and so beautiful that it would make someone think that they are in heaven for a few moments, but the figures sitting by the pond on the garden proved the opposite.

Horns were placed on either side of their heads, one of their horns looked like one of a ram's, they had withered wings, akin to how an Angel's would be, and next to them, was a woman, dressed in a white dress who had black hair with dark grey, long horns. She was seemingly telling the demon to do something, soon enough, the demon left, leaving the woman all alone.

Then, she seemingly took notice of the vampire, whom she smiled at with her eyes closed, and she got up from her place, if it wasn't for her horns or tail, it would be too easy to mistake her to the one that created it all.

"It seems as though my serpent's mind has been thinking about nothing but me if you happened to appear here, well then, this is your dutiful place to be anyways. "

Spoke the woman, her voice... It was so soft and sweet, just like the one that appeared behind him a few mere days ago, there was no doubt, this woman was none other than the devil the one that whispers the most depraved things to your ear, and test your will, if you don't follow her advice, you get rid of her... For awhile at least.

"Ruling a whole another world is quite the work, you know? Especially dealing with demons that can be anything but obedient at times, funnily enough, most of them are humans- the ones that claim to be the holiest and the mightiest of all creations... Are the most troublesome ones wouldn't you agree, serpent? "

The smile she gave him showed four normal looking teeth, and then the rest were razor sharp, fangs that were similar to the ones he possessed, but definitely larger... And deadlier.

"That's quite bold of you, calling me 'yours' still. We've hardly spoken. And this 'serpent' has a name, you know. But yes, it's true. How could I forget someone who sought me out in such a mysterious manner? I've never experienced anything like it. That voice… There's something special about how you reach out to me. Like we've known each other for a long time, and yet we also don't know anything about one another. Tell me, do you feel the same? It's unsettling."

A paradise vista expanded before his very puzzled eyes as Ruki believed for a moment that somehow he ventured into the promised land, similar to that of Eden, yet somehow possessing an eerie aura that told him the opposite. Hell? Purgatory? How fitting for the Devil. The pond looked so stagnant, so devoid of life to the Vampire, almost like a reflection of himself. Alive, yet undead. That mellifluous cadence called out to him once more, attracting his attention.

"If you truly are some kind of deity, then I wonder just what kind of patience you possess that allows you to deal with mankind and their unforgiveable antics. Surely the Devil must have no shortage of recreants to punish, given that all humans are evil to an extent. The fundamental question of whether humans are fundamentally 'good' or 'evil' has never failed to make me laugh... As the answer is so painfully obvious. I should know, as I used to be one myself. Though you most likely already knew that."

As her large ungues came to view, Ruki couldn't help but take it as a threat not to lay a hand upon the Devil and her punishing might. Perhaps not the same fear as the one that coursed through his usual mortal prey, but rather a strong sense of caution to keep to himself.

"Not 'Serpent.' Ruki. Address me by my name from now on."

#diabolik lovers #ruki mukami #mukami ruki #ask #rp #diabolik lovers rp #devil s/o #seishinbyo-no-atisuto #(( SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY BESTIE T_T ))#(( also HELLO AZAZEL ))

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Dragon Ball Legend Part 34

A Warning from the Future,

"How did you guys know that I was coming?" Goku asked everyone.

"This guy told us. He's a mystery man. I think he might be a fan of yours." Bulma explained to Goku and gestured to the purple-haired boy standing beside her.

"He knows all about you, daddy!" Gohan smiled. Goku blinked in confusion, looking at the young man, wondering who he was.

"He even knew the exact time when you would come!" Bulma added.

"But how? We've never even met." Goku said, confused.

"That's what he said. He must have been tracking your ship from outer space." Bulma said.

"Really? I don't know. Freiza tried to do that, but I could sense his energy levels when he passed me. He sure was in a hurry to beat me home." Goku said, unsure, until he saw that Frieza was nowhere to be seen or even sense his energy. "What in the world happened here, guys? Who defeated Frieza?" Piccolo looked at Piccolo and Vegeta. "Was it you Piccolo or was it Vegeta?"

"Neither of us did. It was this guy." Piccolo frowned, looking over at the boy. "He did it with ease. He turned into a super saiyan and picked him apart."

"What? A super saiyan?" Goku's eyes widened. "I can't believe it! Outstanding! A super saiyan at his age!"

"Hey! Aren't you forgetting something?! You, your son and I are the only Saiyans still alive!" Vegeta shouted.

"Well, if he says he's a super saiyan then that's good enough for me." Goku smiled.

"Honestly, Goku, you take things way too lightly sometimes!" Bulma frowned.

"No I don't." Goku replied.

Then Goku's eyes wandered over to Ocarin and saw the baby Namekian in her arms, clinging to her shirt. Goku's eyes widened in surprise.

"Whoa, Piccolo, I didn't know you have a kid!" he exclaimed.

"I don't." Piccolo said, firmly.

"Then who's this?" Goku asked.

"I found him on the way here. He might have gotten separated when the Namekians left Earth." Ocarin told him.

"That's not entirely the truth." the boy spoke before he looked at Goku with a serious expression. "Goku, I need a word with you in private."

"Alright then." Goku nodded. The two flew off a few yards away from everyone, when they were out of hearing reach, and landed.

"Thank you for trusting me." the boy said.

"I should be thanking you for defeating Frieza. I had a chance to finish him, but I was only fooling myself thinking that he might change." Goku told him.

"That was your first mistake. He was out of control, and you couldn't stop him. When he landed and you aren't around, I had to step in. I didn't think you'd make it." the boy smirked.

"His ship was a lot faster than mine. I knew he was going to hurt the people here. I was about to make my move. But then you came along."

"And just how were you going to make a move when you were two hours away in space?" the boy asked Goku.

"Well, I picked up a technique I learned. I wouldn't have been here in seconds." Goku explained.

"Are you serious?" the boy asked surprised. Goku smiled and winked.

"It's called instant transmission."

"You mean time travel?" the boy questioned.

"No. You dematerialize and travel and the speed of light. You'd be surprised by how much ground you can cover flying 186,000 miles per second!"

"If I had known you didn't need my help with Frieza I could have waited and met with you alone and avoided the risk of meeting all the others." the boy clenched his fists.

"The risk? What do you mean?" Goku asked him.

"I don't mind answering that question. But let me ask you something, can you transform into a super saiyan at will?" the boy asked Goku.

"At first I wasn't able to. But now I can control it." Goku explained.

"I need you to do it right now." the boy asked him. Goku blinked. "What?"

"Please. I need to see for myself."

"Okay." Goku nodded and started to gather up his energy and his hair turned blond, and his eyes turned green. "Are you satisfied?"

"Yes, I am." the boy smiled.

"So, what's next?" Goku asked him. The boy turned into a super Saiyan as well. Everyone watched in shock, wondering what was going on as they felt their tremendous power. The baby in Ocarin's arms woke up and blinked and looked around until he saw Goku and the boy staring each other down.

"They look like they're going to fight. Their powers are evenly matched." Ocarin spoke. The boy made a move and quickly pulled out his sword to strike Goku with it. But the blade stopped suddenly just inches from Goku's head. Goku didn't even flinch as he stared the boy down with a piercing gaze. "Why didn't you try to avoid it?" the boy demanded.

"I sensed your intentions. I knew you were going to stop." Goku smirked.

"Well, this time I'm not going to stop, got it?" the boy smirked.

"As you wish." Goku replied and raised one finger. The boy lunged to attack again but Goku blocked with the blade with his finger, stopping each and every one of the boy's attacks. Then the boy jumped back and lowered his power, turning back to normal and sheathed his sword. "Everything I've heard about you is true. You're good, no, you're great!" He smiled.

"I wonder what they're talking about?" Ocarin spoke.

"They were testing each other's strength." Piccolo answered telepathically in her mind. Ocarin's eyes widen and she turned to Piccolo. "Wait a minute, Piccolo, you can hear them?" She asked him. Piccolo nodded.

"My ears aren't just for looks. Namekians have super hearing." He told her.

"I'm sorry for the secrecy but I need your word that you won't tell anyone what I'm about to say." the boy told Goku.

"Well, I had no problems keeping secrets but sure you have my word." Goku said.

"Thank you. My name is Trunks. This is going to sound strange, but I'm not from this time. I traveled here in a time machine 20 years from the future." He explained to Goku.

"You're from the future? This incredible!" Goku exclaimed. Trunks nodded.

"Yes. Vegeta was right. Only yourself, Gohan have Saiyan blood and I got mine from him. He is my father." He told Goku. Goku's eyes widened in shock.

"What?! You're kidding! You're absolutely sure that Vegeta is your father?" He asked. Trunks nodded.

"Yes. I am half Saiyan, half Earthling."

"You're kidding. Vegeta's son, my gosh! I can see the resemblance!" Goku exclaimed in disbelief and laughed. "Vegeta's going to be a daddy! That's incredible! Who would have ever thought-"

"Goku, I didn't come here to tell you that." Trunks interrupted him. "I have something really important to tell you." Goku nodded and waited for him to continue. "In three years from now on May 12 at 10 am, a horribly destructive duo will show up on a island nine miles southwest of South City. They have dreadful power even by our standards. Their monsters, Goku. That's the best way to describe them. Once these pair show up, the Earth and everything we know will be gone for good."

"Are they aliens?" Goku questioned.

"No. They're androids created right here on Earth. Their creator is Gero. Doctor Gero the mastermind responsible for the old Red Ribbon Army, remember them?"

"Yeah! I defeated them!" Goku's eyes widened in shock. "Him?"

"Yes." Trunks nodded.

"But how? He lived?"

"Thanks to you. Yes, that's one battle you're going to wish you fought to the very end." Goku gritted his teeth. "I'm sorry to say that Goku. But letting Doctor Gero escape will come back to haunt you and everyone you know. He's probably working on these monsters as we speak. I'm still not sure where is his lab is. If I knew I would be paying him a visit instead of you. It's hard to describe these creatures, Goku. They are unlike anyone you have ever faced. Nothing even comes close to rivaling the technology that gave them birth. It's mind boggling how strong they are."

"What's his plan? What's Doctor Gero trying to accomplish with them?" Goku asked Trunks.

"No one really knows. The moment those things were able to think for themselves, they rebelled. They have their own twisted merciless agenda ever since then. There's no wrong or reason to what they do. They're machines of destruction. Man haters. Their first act after they were born was to turn on their creator, Doctor Gero himself. These androids are ruthless. They delight in causing pain and chaos. Living on Earth in my time is like living in a nightmare. Always running and hiding and looking for a way out."

"But you defeated Frieza in flash and yet from what you're saying these androids are even stronger than you?" Goku asked.

"They are, for sure. Hunting me down is one of their favorite hobbies but it's two against one. There's not much I can do against them except run."

"What? But what about the others? Aren't they helping you?" Goku questioned in disbelief.

"They can't." Trunk's clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. "They're dead. Three years from now, the Earth's Special Forces will be gone. I'm all that's left. I'm doing the best I can. They're all gone. Vegeta, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chiaostu, Piccolo, Ocarin."

Ocarin saw Piccolo's eyes widen slightly and saw him clench his fists as if he heard something disturbing. "Piccolo?" Piccolo was too focused as he continued to listen in on the Goku's and Trunk's conversation.

"They're all going to lose their lives against the androids in a horrible battle. There will be only one survivor, my master, best friend, Gohan. He narrowly escaped that battle but in 13 years, they get him. And with Piccolo gone, there's no chance to use the Dragon balls to revive anyone."

Everyone saw the grim expressions on Goku's and Trunk's face. "Now what's the deal? They look like someone died." Yamcha spoke.

"Making the time machine has also cost us so many countless lives, so many at the hands of those beasts! Darn them! Their just far too strong!" Trunks growled.

"Hey, Trunks, what happens to me? Do I die in the battle as well?" Goku asked him. Trunks shook his head.

"You die before it. Not too much from now, you're going to catch a new virus that attacks the heart. You're going to die from it." Trunks spoke. "You'll hearing about it soon. Not even a super Saiyan can beat it."

"What a bummer, being killed by a stupid virus. Darn it!" Goku growled. "I want to fight those androids and I don't even get a crack at them!"

"You mean after everything you've heard; you still want to fight them!? Aren't you scared of them at all?!" Trunks exclaimed in surprise.

"Sure, a little bit, all challenges are scary at first maybe I can make a difference." Goku said.

"A guy like you, probably could. You're a true warrior. My mother and Gohan were right about you, Goku, I really can trust you." Trunks smiled then he handed Goku a small bottle. "Take this for your health."

"My health?" Goku questioned.

"It's an antidote. There's no cure now for that nasty virus you're going to get but in my time there is. Take this when you start to get sick, and you'll be fine."

"You're kidding me!" Goku grinned. "Wow, awesome, and it's purple colored too. I bet it's grape flavored!"

"I shouldn't be doing this, Goku, it's going to change history, but some history should change. Things are pretty bad. We're living in fear with no way out it's terrible! But you can make a difference, Goku. My mother told me that you could." Trunks said.

"Your mother knows me? Am I going to meet her, or do I already know her now?" Goku asked.

"Now." Trunks replied.

"Wow, I already know your mom, huh? That's bizarre!" Goku exclaimed. "Does she live close or something?"

"She's standing right there." Trunks told him and pointed at Bulma.

"Bulma's you're mother!?" Goku sputtered, falling over in shock. Piccolo's eyes widen as well and let an out a gasp in shock.

"That guy just pointed a finger and Kakarot just fell down!" Vegeta shouted.

"Bulma and Vegeta, huh? Unbelievable." Goku said, getting back up, still in disbelief. "I thought Bulma was going to end up marrying Yamcha, but Vegeta!?"

"They don't stay together very long. It's more of a passion kind of thing." Trunks blushed. "You know how stubborn they are. Yamcha and my mother are going to break up. He finds someone else and my mom, she falls in love with my dad. Of course, he would never admit it."

"No shock there. I know them and man they're the feistiest people I know." Goku replied.

"I don't remember my dad so it's really great to get to meet him." Trunks smiled. Everyone saw that they were looking over at them and wondering why. "I know its bizarre but they'll find a way pretty soon. But if they get wind of who I really am, it might not happen. Promise you won't tell them, Goku, or I might not exist."

"Not a problem." Goku smiled. Trunks smiled then looked over at Piccolo and Ocarin. "Can you tell those two to come over here? There's something I promised to tell them before I leave." Goku blinked and nodded and turned looking over at Piccolo and Ocarin.

"Hey, Piccolo, Ocarin! He wants to talk with you two!" Goku called for them. Ocarin blinked, wondering why this strange boy wanted to talk to her and Piccolo. Piccolo flew over and Ocarin followed behind him, holding the baby Namekian in her arms and landed down beside Goku and Trunks. Trunks told them the truth that he wasn't from this timeline and that he came from the future, along with the baby.

"I did promise to tell you two about this baby-" Trunks started to speak but paused for a minute before Piccolo interrupted him.

"So, let's hear it." He grumbled.

"About nine months from now, he will be born." Trunks told them. Piccolo's and Ocarin's eyes widen in shock and Ocarin looked down at the baby Namekian who was staring back up at her cooing happily.

"Born? You mean hatched." Piccolo spoke. Trunks shook his head.

"His name is Bansuri. He is your son, Ocarin, and yours too, Piccolo." Trunks told them.

"Wait a minute! He's our son!?" Ocarin exclaimed, while Piccolo remained silent still in shock from the news. "Come to think of it, I have been feeling a little sick lately."

"Does that make him my son, too!?" Piccolo heard Nail speak to him in the back of his mind.

"But wait, if he's from your time then why isn't he around your height, shouldn't he be I don't know, older? Why is he still a baby?" Ocarin questioned.

"I don't really have the answers for that. My mom checked him out as well and she told me that it probably has something to do with trauma, that his body hasn't adjusted yet. It's like he doesn't want to." He told her. Ocarin blinked before looking down her future son.

"I guess you got both our traits by being completely stubborn." She smiled.

"Especially when I told him that I was coming back and told him to wait in the time machine." Trunks replied.

"How do I know he's really my son?" Piccolo asked.

"Piccolo!" Ocarin scolded him. Suddenly, Bansuri vanished when he teleported from Ocarin's arms and reappeared on Goku's head then started to teleport randomly all over before reappearing back into Ocarin's arms again. "He has your teleporting ability, Ocarin!" Goku smiled.

"It was actually you, Ocarin, who gave him to my mom. You said that he was "special." Trunks told her.

"Special? What do you mean?" Ocarin asked him.

"I don't know. Those were your exact words before you-" Trunks paused before he saw Piccolo narrowing his eyes at him and stopped.

"Before I, what?" Ocarin asked him.

"It's not that important. I've already gave my message. Hopefully, this timeline will fix everything." Trunks quickly told her. "Now I really must be heading back. My mom's probably worried sick about me. Bansuri, come on." Trunks walked over, holding his hands out to take Bansuri from Ocarin. But Bansuri clinged tighter to her shirt, refusing to let go. "Bansuri, we can't stay here. This isn't our timeline. We have to go."

Trunks and Ocarin managed to pry Bansuri to get him to let go of Ocarin's shirt and Ocarin, hesitantly, handed him back to Trunks. Bansuri blinked before he let out a loud wail and started crying. Piccolo groaned, gritting his teeth in pain, covering his ears. And it was probably hurting Bansuri's ears as well, considering he was half Namekian. Ocarin covered her mouth completely devastated, hating seeing her future son crying. She wanted to take him back from Trunks, but she couldn't.

Bansuri didn't belong here. He wasn't from this timeline. She would see him again in a couple of months. Ocarin walked over before Trunks left, cupping Bansuri's cheek. He stopped crying a little and looked up at her in Trunks arms.

"You listen to Trunks, Bansuri. He is right you can't stay here, but I can't wait to see you in a couple of months. And I'll love you all over again. You are strong, especially since you made it this far." Bansuri stopped crying and blinked at Ocarin processing her words and cooed.

"Thanks. It'll make the trip back home a lot easier." Trunks smiled and he hopped back into his time machine with Bansuri and took off, disappearing.

Piccolo started to tell everyone what Trunks had told him, except the he was Vegeta's and Bulma's kid. For the next two years, everyone needed to train for the upcoming android threat.

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hawksugarbaby · 3 years

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Hawks x reader- snowed in

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The snow piled up around the door like Icing sugar decorating a cake and the windows frosted over with frozen icicles dangling from the ledge, threatening to pierce the soft snow. "It's so cold Kei" you ran your hands up and down your cold arms layered in goosebumps and pressed your glacial feet against his calves making him jolt forward "JESUS CHRIST!" he shouted wiggling away from your feet making you giggle.

"I'll put the heating on and close the curtains? That might help" he shrugged sending a crimson feather to do the work for him "mhm, you mean your wings will do it for you" you smile softly curling into his side and he grinned putting his arm on your head "you make a wonderful armrest" the bedsheets crinkled and shifted with your feet that kicked his shin jokingly "ouch, i'm in agony" he said casually without any indication he was in pain (because he wasn't) and you pouted angrily turning your head away from him which made his arm fall onto the bed "aw i'm sorry princess, you make a wonderful girlfriend too!" he kissed the back of your neck wrapping his arms around you and rolling you on top of him. "I love you~" he sang, drawing out the love and you dropped your annoyed expression, A bright smile etched on your face instead. "I love you too!"

Keigo wrapped his wings around you blanketing you in crimson feathers that kept the heat as close to you as possible. "Your pretty kei." you said bluntly, keeping your (e/c) eyes on his ruby pools "thank you baby so are you" you said kissing the tip of your nose making your face scrunch up and your eye's crinkle at the corners in a smile. Your legs tangled together and your arms were going numb, crushed between you and your boyfriends chard chest from the lack of options on where to put them.

"Your wings are so warm" you muttered nuzzling into his chest like a big cat, the thumping of his heart was steady and soothing and you matched your breathing to his without reasoning "are they? I never knew that" he sighed placing one hand against your head stroking your hair softly. "Yeah they're like a whole ass radiator connected to you" you said and he hummed in response. "A whole ass radiator?" he repeated teasingly and you snickered "a whole ass radiator" the confirmation made the two of you laugh slightly and keigo peeked out the window, the blinding white blurred from the frozen glass but as if waiting for it a frozen stalagmite fell from the ledge impaling the snow quickly. "Thank god we're not standing under those right now" keigo mumbled and closed the curtain again.

"I wish we could build a snowman or something" you sighed, leaning your head up again and wiggling to find comfort "yeah me too we could have- ow okay you just kneed me in the dick and I do not appreciate that" he wheezed his face burning red and eyes streaming tears "oh my god i'm so sorry I didn't even realise" you gasped kissing his face over and over as if it would alleviate some of the pain, you wiped the tears running down his face with your sleeve and buried your face in his chest. "y'could kiss it better" he teased earning a slap in the chest "KEIGO!" his chest vibrated and he squirmed.

"that feels fucking weird. Don't shout at my lungs what did they do to you?" he turned his face away like a dramatic character from a Shakespeare play and you rolled your eyes "I dunno but your still breathing so they have that to apologize for" keigo's mouth fell open in shock and his eye's rounded in amusement "i'm hurt" "no your not you liar" "I am truly in pain, I don't think I can go on" he clutched his shirt and said "just know I always loved you" then sank his head onto the pillow heavily his tongue lolling outside of his mouth.

You wailed loudly and dropped the back of your hand to your forehead "whyy! My one and only love, I'm sorry I never should have treated you so cruelly" your dramatization made the blonde laugh and you gasped "HE'S ALIVE!" the volume of your shouting was enough to have the neighbors bang on the wall in annoyance "SORRY MY BOYFRIEND WAS FUCKING DYING!" you shouted through the wall and rolled your eyes sinking back into keigo's chest and turning to your cheek rested against him instead. "Rude" you tutted and Keigo nodded in agreement, knocking his head against the headboard that banged against the wall annoying the neighbors further.

"Keigo I have a question" you lead the conversation and keigo panicked, what if you proposed, what if you asked him to propose, what if you wanted a dog, what if you wanted kids, what if you wanted food, oh god what if you wanted takeaway! With the snow building up to the letterbox he didn't imagine you would manage to get any takeaway to the house right now. Please don't want takeaway. "Do you like this house?" okay it's not takeaway "I think i'm content here but I wouldn't mind something new" he admit scratching the back of his neck and looking at the wall behind him "not a fan of the neighbors either" he stuck his tongue out and you chuckled drumming your fingers against his forearm.

"so I was wondering if you maybe, at some point it doesn't have to be now, and you don't have to make a decision right now but-" "spit it out princess, your stalling" he smiled stroking your cheek gently with his thumb and you sighed mumbling something under your breath earning a glower from your boyfriend. "Would you wanna move in with me? Eventually, If you want, you don't have to but I think it would be nice" you lowered your voice at the end.

Keigo laughed and kissed the top of your head "yeah I think that would be nice" he agreed and you grinned, a giddy feeling developing in your head and you wiggled in excitement. "If you keep wiggling your gonna create a problem you'll have to deal with" he smirked and you immediately stopped moving "I take back the proposition you can stay here with your horny ass." you tapped him on the nose sitting up and moving so you were straddling his stomach.

His wings couldn't wrap around you as well when you were sitting up so he dragged a blanket over your shoulders and tucked his wings back underneath him. "Could we get a bigger house? Maybe one with a nursery..." you trailed off. Fuck. there was the kid's question he was afraid of. Keigo figured he should ask the all important question soon, you had been dating for 4 years but keigo had never been so committed to a relationship before, maybe it was the abandonment issues or how his job filled up his life but you were special you were different. Maybe it was time for this conversation then.

"You want kids with me?" he asked in disbelief sitting himself up and sitting against the headboard analyzing you carefully like a trap "of course I want kids with you. Not right now but in the future i'd like kids" keigo had never come to terms with the idea of someone wanting to spend their life with him but as the snow fell caging you in he suddenly didn't mind more days like this. Talking and cuddling for the rest of time would be amazing but kids were scary to him, he wanted to be better than his father and he wanted to be there for his kids, pick them up from school and help them with homework but would his work get in the way?

"Kei I know you had an awful childhood, and I understand why you might feel... cautious about the idea of having children, but you are the only person I would even ever consider worthy of dating me never mind raising our kids" you comforted, kissing him softly placing your hand on his and squeezing tightly. "I just don't know if i'd ever be a good dad, i'm barely a good person, I literally just about function as a human" his eyes darted around the room for something to focus on but they kept landing on you. You were what he should focus on right now. "Baby you would be an amazing dad, a busy one yes, but an incredible one! And sure you're a little dysfunctional but so am I! Your an amazing person and I love you okay and if you don't want kids right now that's okay, we have all the time in the world-" "-we have until menopause" "we have until menopause"

He sighed and swallowed thickly "okay." he said curtly, nodding away to himself and pulling you in for a hug wrapped up by his wings. "Okay?" you raised your eyebrows and tilted your hand rubbing your cold hands up his back "I'd like kids eventually. But not right now I think I wanna marry you first" he sighed brushing your hair behind your ear and pulling you into a tight hug and crossing his fluffy wings behind you "y-you wanna marry m-me?" you stuttered and he laughed "of course I wanna marry you I just don't know your ring size yet and I didn't know if you want to marry me" he kissed your forehead and you smiled softly "of course I wanna marry you!" you exclaim wrapping your arms around him and barraging him with kisses across the bridge of his nose. "I'm glad because I wanna marry you too"

You lay there for a while longer just talking, it didn't matter what you talked about, you made a conversation out of it. "Can we PLEASE get a cat" you whined giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes but he remained stoic "we're not getting a fucking cat they just try to pull my feathers out and it's really annoying" he shook his head raising his palms to the sky "but they grow baack" you wiggled your arms and he chuckled and pet you on the head "i'm sorry baby it just really hurts and I don't wanna deal with that every day" he apologized and you sighed knowing you wouldn't get your way "what about a puppy then" "babyy"

You snuggled once again into his chest, filled with joy at the prospect of marrying keigo. "The snow isn't clearing up" keigo sighed knowing there wasn't much in his fridge right now "I don't have much to eat but I don't think I could get groceries right now" he tapped his chin and you popped your head up "to the kitchen we shall go and imma make the best damn meal we've ever had" you challenged yourself and keigo smirked "I could have you for dinner" he nuzzled into your neck and chuckled and you tutted tapping him on the head "Sorry baby you aren't a big enough portion size for me" you quickly jumped up dragging the blanket behind you like a cape and disappearing around the corner like the phantom of the opera. "My dignity" he lamented and strolled behind you.

You opened the fridge and immediately shut it again "you have chicken" "yep" "and only chicken" "yep" you smirked to himself and you sighed pinching the bridge of your nose and opening the fridge again and digging for something that resembled a meal. Eventually you had a chicken breast, a couple strips of prosciutto, various cheeses, flour, various spices, basil leaves, butter and olive oil. "Put a pan on with olive oil and butter will you love" you pulled out a chopping board and got to work butterflying the chicken breast "yes chef!"

You stuffed the chicken breast and basil and wrapped it back up in the prosciutto keeping it sealed together. "is the pan warm?" you asked, eating a handful of grated cheddar in the meantime and he nodded holding his hands over the pan for heat "OW okay rude" he pulled his hand off when freckles of oil jumped up and burned his hands. "Silly" you put the chicken in the pan and you jumped at the sizzling whirling behind hawks who folded his wings around you "it's okay baby don't worry" he said going full protection mode.

You served the meal and garnished it with basil and cheese skipping back to bed to eat the meal together. "Y'know this does look better than any KFC I've ever eaten" he praised and wrapped his wing around you turning on the tv that you only really needed for background noise as you usually talked over it anyway. "Hey kei" "yeah baby?" "I hope it snows like this all the time"

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michaelmilligan · 2 years

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A graceful birth

Midam, trans and pregnant Adam. 7k.

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“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Sam asked for what must have been the seventieth time that day. “I still think we should have called ahead.”

“Sammy, we don't even have his phone number,” Dean reminded him, rolling his eyes just as they came to a stop in front of apartment 3c. This was, supposedly, where Adam lived. At least according to Gabriel, though how he even knew that, Dean wasn't sure he wanted to find out. “Let's just do this. It's been months since we've heard from him, we're just checking that he's still alive.”

Of course Gabriel had assured them that this was the case, but then again, this was Gabriel they were talking about. Who knew if he was telling the truth, or if his info was accurate.

Dean knocked.

After a moment of silence, when Dean was just about to knock again, the door opened to a dark-haired guy who narrowed his eyes at them suspiciously.

“Uh,” Dean said, “we're looking for Adam, is he...”

Damn that Gabriel. If he had given them the wrong address...

But the guy just pursed his lips and turned down the hallway. “Adam, your brothers are here.”

There was a clatter somewhere further in the apartment, as if someone had dropped cutlery on tile, and then Adam's voice called: “My WHAT?”

The guy walked down the hallway, leaving the door open. After throwing each other confused looks, Sam and Dean followed him slowly. They arrived in a spacey living room/kitchen combo, and after a moment Dean spotted Adam's head behind the kitchen counter.

“Uh, okay, so,” Adam said, putting his hands on the counter as he peeked out at them. He must be crouching behind it. “Before you say anything, remember that Michael can smite you any time.”

Sitting down on a chair at the end of the kitchen counter, the guy who had opened the door added: “And I would.”

“Wait. You're Michael?” Sam asked, gasping. “Are you... do you have a different vessel?”

“Why are you here?” Dean asked, the most pressing question in his opinion.

The guy – Michael, apparently – squinted at them. “Where else would I be? And no,” he said towards Sam, “I'm still possessing Adam, this is just a projection. An illusion, if you will.”

“A very tangible one, though.” Adam grinned at Michael, then sighed. “Alright. Once again: think before you speak.” He stood up. Sam and Dean stared at him. Then they stared at him a bit longer.

Still staring, Sam stuttered: “Are you... pregnant?”

“Guys can't get pregnant,” Dean blurted out.

“Some can,” Michael said, having picked up a phone and doing God knew what on it.

Adam looked at them, unamused. Sam and Dean looked back, still shocked.

“Is this an angelic thing?” Dean ventured. This had to be some kind of magic mumbo jumbo, right?

Adam leaned on the counter, hanging his head with a sigh. Wrong question, huh.

“Are you... trans?” Sam asked.

“No, Sam, I grew a uterus in Hell. Yes, I'm trans, congratulations on figuring out that unsolvable mystery.” Adam rolled his eyes.

“But-” Dean hesitated, not sure how to end that sentence. 'But you look just like a guy' somehow didn't seem like the most sensitive option. Then he blanched as he thought of something. “Did dad know?”

That seemed to surprise Adam, and a laugh bubbled out of him. “Dude, what.” He shook his head, expression sobering. “I was killed by a ghoul, not by Johnny W. Does that about answer your question?”

Dean opened his mouth, then closed it again. With growing horror, he realized that he couldn't be sure that John wouldn't have hurt Adam if he'd known.

“But he knew you as a teenager, right?” Sam asked, frowning.

“Yeah, but when we met I was already Adam. And I was young enough that a high voice wasn't a dead give-away yet.” Adam shrugged. “Mom helped me get blockers and then hormones through the hospital she worked at. So the next time I met dad, I was actually in testosterone puberty, ya know.”

“Right. But you, uh-” Dean gestured at the bulge.

“Yeah.” Sighing, Adam rubbed a hand over his belly. He was currently wearing an extra large Star Trek t-shirt, featuring Dr. McCoy and saying 'Trust me, I'm a doctor'. “I never had a hysterectomy, so I can still get preggers. With a little help.” He glanced at Michael, who met his eyes with a slight smile.

“Michael helped you... get pregnant?” Dean didn't even want to imagine what that meant. And also... “Wait, if he's still possessing you, then was he... I mean did he watch when you and...” He shuddered. “Who's the dad anyway?”

“Adam is the dad,” Michael said immediately. “And I feel like you were implying that Adam had sex with someone else. That's incorrect. Also, there was technically no sex involved in the making of this child.”

“Technically,” Adam repeated, smirking.

“Wh- I have no idea what you're saying,” Dean admitted.

“Did you miracle the child?” Sam asked, back to gaping.

“No. I mean.” Michael frowned, and put down the phone. “By your scientific definition, a conception without the involvement of sperm would probably be considered a miracle. But according to human science, nephilim don't exist in the first place, so.” He shrugged.

“The kid's a nephilim?!” Dean yelled.

“Nephil. Nephilim is the plural,” Michael corrected him.

“So not the point.” Dean held up an accusatory finger. “You impregnated our brother?!”

“Yes, that's what we've been telling you for the past few minutes. You're only just now getting that?”

“You- that-” Dean made a strangled noise. What the fuck was going on?!

“But that's dangerous! Adam, we've seen what happens to the mo- I mean, the... person who gives birth to a nephil. Kelly... She was Jack's mom you know, and she... she didn't make it,” Sam stuttered.

“Well I'm guessing this Kelly wasn't possessed by an archangel.” Michael sat up straighter. “Besides, I'll take over for the birth.”

“You'll WHAT,” Dean yelled. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck-

Adam rolled his eyes. “You know Raphael said it'd be fine, as long as you help the kid detach from my soul.”

“Adam, we've been over this. The pain of the birth itself will be negligible for me. And this way, you won't have to suffer both the physical pain and the soul separation.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Adam sighed. “I'm grateful and all, but I also think you're worrying too much. The kid's mostly attached to your grace, anyway.”

“Uh, how do you know that?” Sam asked.

“What does that even MEAN?!” Dean shouted.

“A nephil is a being with both grace and a soul,” Michael started explaining, infuriatingly calm. “Normally, when a human is carrying a nephil, the grace part is attached to the parent's soul. That's what it draws strength from to develop its grace over the course of the pregnancy. That in itself isn't all that harmful to a human soul, but during the birth, the grace of the child needs to disentangle from the parent's soul. And that's a big strain. Between that and the mechanics of the birth – which I still think are a design flaw, by the way, I don't know what Father was thinking, it's utterly ridiculous how-”

“Michael,” Adam said, a mild reprimand.

“Anyway, as I was saying, it's no wonder the human parent usually doesn't survive when they have to bear both the pain of the physical birth and the soul detachment. But Adam will have to deal with only one of it, and it should be mild considering that the child has mostly been feeding from my grace and not his soul.”

“So it's safe?” Sam checked.

“As safe as the creation of a nephil has ever been. Adam can't die as long as I'm possessing him, anyway, at least not as long as I'm not killed with him.”

“Okay, cool, so he won't die, but did you ever care to ask him if he wants this?!” Dean glared at Michael, certain he had pointed out the one flaw in this whole fucked up thing.

Adam and Michael shared a confused look. “Um, yes? It was a mutual decision, Dean,” Adam said.

“A mu- wait, you wanted to carry his child?”

“Yeah.” Adam looked like he had back when Dean had asked about Michael letting him be, letting him talk. Kinda surprised, kinda amused at the question. “What, did you think Michael just woke up one day and decided 'Yep, I'm gonna put a kid in this guy'?”

“It wasn't even my idea,” Michael pointed out. “Also, I don't sleep so I never 'wake up' and do anything.”

“Yeah, it was really more Gabriel being the child whisperer,” Adam mused.

“Well, to be fair, when he brought up the topic he didn't know that you can get pregnant. So it wasn't specifically a suggestion for us.”

Adam shrugged. “Still.” When Sam and Dean just continued to stare at him, he added: “You know there's too few angels, right? Like, even with the ones Jack brought back, it's not a lot, and the Empty wouldn't let them get more. So they've been looking for ways to make more instead.”

“Ways that don't involve killing people,” Michael commented, dicking around on his phone again. What the hell was he even doing?

“Right. And they figured... well, nephilim also count as angelic beings, even if they're half frog-” Adam smiled when Michael snorted. “What? It's what Gabriel said. 'Like a human making a baby with a frog'. I like it.”

“You like being compared to a frog?” Michael asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Hey, it's an accurate comparison. Even just in size. I've seen your true form, you're a freaking skyscraper, man.”

“I'm an angel, not a skyscraper,” Michael muttered, and Adam cracked a grin. “And I'm much bigger than most skyscrapers you humans have built.”

“Yeah yeah, you're the Burj Khalifa. Get over yourself.”

“So, um,” Sam said, obviously still trying to wrap his head around this and needing to take the conversation elsewhere, “will it be a boy or a girl?”

Adam and Michael exchanged a look.

“It will be a nephil,” Michael offered.

“Yeah, no, but...”

“They haven't decided yet,” Adam said sharply. “I don't think they understand what it means yet.” He ran a hand over his stomach thoughtfully.

“That's because gender is stupid and the fact that it has an influence on how a human is treated by other humans is, to put it mildly, absolutely bonkers,” Michael said disdainfully.

“But- but you're a guy!” Dean pointed out.

“No. I'm an archangel.”

“But you have a guy name!”

Michael narrowed his eyes at him. “You do realize it was my name first, right? Before you humans adopted it. And there are many female variations of it, by the way.”

“Yeah, thanks, Mikaela,” Adam said, and grinned when Michael glared at him.

Just when Michael opened his mouth to reply, the doorbell rang again. Michael and Adam shared a surprised look while Michael got up, but he didn't leave the room until Adam nodded and gestured for him to go. With a last glare at Sam and Dean, he walked towards the front door.

“You expecting anyone?” Dean asked warily, one hand itching towards his back, where his gun was tucked into his pants.

“Not really. Maybe it's one of our neighbours. Mrs. Jenkins from 2d is always looking for her cat.” Adam shrugged, not seeming overly concerned.

There was the sound of a door opening, and then a familiar voice called: “Mikey! Where's the hubby?”

“Adam is in the-” Before Michael could finish his sentence (and before Dean could really process that he apparently called Adam his husband), Gabriel teleported into the middle of the room, holding two pizza boxes.

“Hey, bro-in-law! How's my favourite baby machine doing?” He sauntered over to the kitchen counter and placed the pizza boxes next to each other on the polished stone.

Adam rolled his eyes. “I'm the only pregnant person you know, Gabe.”

“Yeah, that's why I can say with confidence that you're my fave.” Gabriel gestured to the boxes. “I hear you get really weird cravings when you're preggers, so I brought the worst combinations I could think of.”

After popping one of the boxes open, Adam raised an eyebrow. “Is that-”

“Tuna with Smarties, yeah.”

“Honestly? That doesn't even sound half bad.” Carefully, Adam scooped out a piece of pizza and bit into it.

“Okay, wow, the baby is really messing with your taste, huh.”

“No, he's always like that,” Michael said as he came back into the room, with someone in tow that Dean vaguely recognized as one of Raphael's previous vessels.

“Hey, sweet and salty is a great combination. Have you never heard of sea salt ice cream?” Adam kept munching on the pizza.

“We weren't aware you had company,” Raphael said, looking at Sam and Dean with a blank expression. She – he? They? - was holding what looked like a gift basket.

“Yeah, we didn't know they were coming either,” Adam said while Michael went back to his seat at the kitchen counter. “What do you have there?”

“They are mostly bathing implements.” Raphael set the basket down next to the pizza boxes. “I researched traditional gifts for pregnant people and while most sources were talking about women, I believe the same principles apply. Relaxation appears to be very important.”

Curious, Adam peeked into the basket. “Thanks. What are the books?”

“Parenting books. Of course they were written by humans about human children, so you will likely need to adjust the advice. But I thought they might help.” Raphael paused. “There are no books that I could find about nephilim children.”

Gabriel sighed. “They really stressed about what to get you guys. And they already have a list of possible gifts for when the kiddo is born, so be prepared.”

Raphael glared at him. “This is the first archangel nephil to be born where the parent will survive. The first nephil to be born that won't be shunned by Heaven. It's a very special occasion, requiring thorough-”

“Yeah, yeah.” Gabriel waved it off. “Just say you're excited for the kid to pop out of him.”

“Well, Raph and me both.” Adam pulled on the see-through foil surrounding the gift basket to pull out a mug.

“Oh, that one was my idea!” Gabriel pointed out.

“Yeah, I figured.” Adam held up the mug for the others to see. It said 'so fucking pregnant'. “Thanks, Gabe.”

When Raphael glared at him, Gabriel said: “What? He is fucking pregnant!”

“I told you not to put that in there!”

“But I did, and he likes it. So it's fine!”

Dean felt like he was watching a tennis match, except one where he didn't understand the rules and that left him feeling incredibly out of place.

The doorbell rang again. Oh no.

Michael sighed deeply and got back up from his chair, getting an amused look from Adam.

“Do you expect guests? Should we pretend to be human?” The last part was almost a whisper as Raphael leaned over the kitchen counter, closer to Adam.

“I literally have no idea who that is. Everyone seems to have decided to just drop in unannounced today.”

“Heyyy,” they heard from the door, and Dean knew the voice, but couldn't place it. “How is my favourite archangel?”

“I think we'll be fine,” Gabriel said when he heard the word archangel, and grabbed a slice of the pizza he'd brought.

A few seconds later, Michael came back with two people in tow. For a moment, Dean's brain refused to process who it was he was seeing – after all, that couldn't be – but eventually it had to concede that yep, those were Alicia and Max Banes.

“Oh, you guys are here too! Long time no see.” Max smiled brightly at Sam and Dean, then turned to Adam. “And how is my favourite baby maker?”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Why does everyone say it like that? Do you even know any other pregnant people?”

“Well, there's our neighbour Lydia.” At the mention of her, Alicia grimaced. Max grinned and went on. “But she's no competition, because all she talks about is whether she needs to paint the kid's room pink or blue.”

“Why pink or blue?” Gabriel asked.

“Exactly!” Alicia said.

That didn't seem to answer anything, as Gabriel just looked more confused. Raphael leaned in and provided: “There seems to be a colour coding for different genders. In my research, I noticed that for a girl, people traditionally give pink gifts while for a boy, they're blue.”

“How do you not know that? You've been hanging around Earth for like a thousand years or something,” Adam said, gesturing to him. Max and Alicia both turned to Gabriel curiously, maybe only just realizing that he was far from human.

“Well I didn't exactly hang around kids or kids in the making in that time.”

“Thank God,” Dean muttered.

“You know God is technically several people now, including me, right?” Gabriel asked, walking around the kitchen counter to get to the fridge. It was true – God's powers had been divided between several people and places. Some of it had gone directly into Heaven, Earth and even Hell. The rest had been given to mostly angels, with some other entities in between. 'God', as a single entity, didn't exist anymore. “Hey, do you guys have anything for cocktails?”

“Uh, there's rum and vodka, but we're out of juice,” Adam said.

“Never mind.” With a hand gesture, Gabriel summoned several bottles of questionable contents, as well as a cocktail shaker.

“Oh, are we having cocktails? Can we choose which one?” Max asked, excited.

“Was that magic?” Alicia butted in, also with a gleam in her eyes.

“Nope, no magic, just regular old archangel powers.” Gabriel bounced his eyebrows at them. “Now. Screwdriver?”

“I have zero objections to being screwed,” Max said, leaning on the counter. Adam laughed and Gabriel grinned while Alicia flicked her brother's head.

“How do you guys even know each other?!” Dean sputtered, his brain still refusing to catch up with everything that was going on.

Alicia raised an eyebrow and pointed at Sam. “He put us in touch.”

“Yeah.” Adam nodded, and actually came half-way around the counter, then stopped where Michael had once again sat down. “We needed some ingredients for a spell, so.”

When Dean whirled around to him, Sam at least had the good grace to look sheepish. “What? Adam just popped in one day and said he needed help from a witch. And I couldn't exactly send him to the Queen of Hell, right?”

Dean hadn't even known that Sam had still been in contact with Max and Alicia.

That thought went out the window, though, when Dean turned around to see Michael's hand on Adam's stomach and Adam's hand at the back of Michael's neck. Dean stared at them for an embarrassingly long time before he realized that those were intimate gestures. Loving ones even, if the looks on their faces were anything to go by.

It didn't last long, though, because Raphael wedged themself between them and put their own hand on Adam's stomach.

“The child is healthy,” Michael said, unimpressed, as he dodged Raphael's elbow.

“I just want to make sure,” they replied, their eyes glowing.

Meanwhile, Adam seemed equally unbothered as Michael, and looked between his stomach and Raphael, smiling. “They're excited to meet you in person.” Then he addressed his stomach directly: “You're excited to meet Raphie, right?”

His eyes glowed faintly.

“Yes. Well.” Raphael finally stepped back, clearing their throat. “It makes sense that they would be excited to meet anyone for the first time. Since they only know your womb, being born and seeing new things and people must be a fascinating concept to them.” They stood very straight, but seemed almost... flustered?

“Yeah. Or they just want to meet their daddy's cool sibling,” Adam said, amused.

“What about their cool uncle?” Gabriel piped up between sips of his drinks.

Adam looked at him thoughtfully. “You mean Max?”

Gabriel gasped while Max grinned at him smugly.

Dean opened his mouth to protest that he was the cool uncle, then closed it again without making a sound. He was hardly Adam's brother, really. Much less an uncle to his kid.

Then Dean realized something else. 'Daddy's cool sibling' Adam had said, and meant Raphael. So Michael was- They called him the kid's- Dean felt sick.

Suddenly Gabriel was in front of him, holding out a cocktail. “You look like you need it,” he said simply, and Dean took the drink gratefully, not even caring that it had a little umbrella in it.

The birth was only a few weeks later. Sam and Dean wouldn't even have known, but Jack came to fetch them, along with Cas. Apparently, they had known about the whole nephil thing for a while, and had just neglected to mention it. Jack looked sheepish about it for about five seconds before saying: “I wasn't sure how you'd react to another archangel nephil.”

That shut Dean up more effectively than anything else could have. Right. When it had been Jack, he'd tried to- Dean shivered.

“What are they doing here?” Raphael demanded as they stuck their head out of what must be a bedroom.

“They're also the kid's uncles,” Gabriel said, shrugging, then looked at Jack. “And cousin.”

Raphael narrowed their eyes at Dean, specifically, for a moment, then closed the door again with a little more force than necessary. The others were still standing in the living room, a little lost.

“So it's being born... right now?” Sam asked, almost shyly.

“If by 'it' you mean our collective niece, then yes,” Gabriel said sarcastically.

“Niece?” Dean questioned.

Jack beamed. “She decided to be a girl. She isn't sure what it means yet, but after meeting mom and Kate, she's excited to give it a try.”

“She met- what?” Dean's head was spinning.

“Yeah, Adam and Michael took her to Heaven to meet Adam's mom and, well, my mom was visiting so she got to meet them both! Not really meet since she was still in the womb, but sorta kinda. I think she could feel their souls better than she usually can, when people are in actual living bodies.”

Sam's face scrunched up. “So this kid went to Heaven... before even being born?”

“Just for a visit.” Jack didn't seem to think that was a completely fucked up thing to do. “Oh, her name is Amy, by the way. She chose that name herself.”

“Amy, huh,” Dean muttered. Why did all these powerful beings have such totally normal names?

Suddenly, a scream rattled them, and then the windows rattled too. One of them burst, and Sam and Dean held their hands to their ears.

“What the fuck was that?!” Dean shouted when the noise died down.

Gabriel seemed a little paler than before, but he repaired the windows with a hand gesture. “Something must have hurt more than we thought,” he mumbled tensely.

Babe? Babe! Are you okay??

Adam's soul was in distress, moving back and forth against Michael's grace where he had simply hovered before.

Babe, say something, I-

I'm alright, Michael said, clenching his vessel's teeth. When he locked eyes with Raphael, they looked concerned as well. “I'm alright,” Michael repeated aloud for their sake. “That was just a bit too fast on the grace separation.”

The pain their body was going through was, while stronger than he'd thought, still manageable. The grace separation though... Amy had basically tried to jump away, overly excited, and it had felt like Michael was being torn asunder.

No wonder humans didn't survive this. If it had been Adam Amy would need to detach from... Michael shuddered.

Daddy daddy daddy. Amy radiated confusion, spiralling towards panic. Hurt? Daddy. No pain, daddy. No pain!

Adam, picking up on her turmoil, moved to reach for her, but Michael held him back. No. If you go closer, she might latch onto your soul. That will make this even more difficult, and painful for you. To Amy, he said: I'm okay, sweetheart. Just go slowly.

Daddy daddy, no pain! No go.

You have to. Michael was gentle, but firm. Don't you want to see the world?

Daddy no pain. No go. Stay. Stay dad daddy. No alone, no pain.

Her consciousness was a stream of emotions rather than words, but the intent was clear. She didn't want to go. Michael tried to send affirmation to her. You won't be alone, sweetheart. Raphael is waiting for you outside. We're waiting for you outside. We'll still be here. We'll always be here.

Daddy pain dad pain, Amy fretted.

It will be alright. Michael nudged her gently, still sending as much reassurance to her as he could. Just go slowly. Daddy and dad will be okay. No pain.

Hesitantly, Amy moved again, disentangling her grace from Michael's, string by string. Her soul, encapsulated by her grace almost like Michael sometimes did with Adam, was still pulsating with worry, but also with recurring excitement.

Daddy good? She drew a little further away. Not much more now.

Daddy is okay.

Dad good?

Adam could still hear her, though the connection through Michael must be faint. Dad is good, sweetie. Dad and daddy are good. Go see Raphael, they'll be so happy to see you!

Now almost as joyous as at the start, Amy's grace broke further away, as the top of her little head popped out of Adam's body.

“There we go,” Raphael said, to no one in particular, and they positioned their hands to catch her.

Daddy. Raphie! Amy thought when Raphael's fingertips first brushed her. Dad daddy outside Raphie! Daddy! Dad hear?

Adam couldn't hear her anymore. Even Michael strained to hear when Amy was fully out, only the navel cord connecting them.

Daddy and dad will talk to you in a moment, Michael said. Talk to Raphie for now.

Carefully, Raphael cut the naval cord, and picked Amy up. The two looked at each other for moment with incredulous expressions. Then a slight smile spread on Raphael's face as their grace buzzed joyously. “Welcome to the world, Amy,” they said.

Amy made a noise that could have meant anything, including nothing. She would have to learn how to speak the human way, but that had time.

For a moment, Michael closed his and Adam's eyes, and just concentrated on himself. His grace was sore in some places, even ripped in one, but he quickly repaired it. When he was done, Adam's soul gently slid against him, the same kind of metaphysical hug they often shared.

You did it, he said, relief and happiness washing over them both. You did it, babe.

She did it, Michael corrected him, and slung his grace around Adam. Gently. Even though Adam's soul was used to the scorching presence of Michael's grace by now, even delighting in its closeness, Michael was still always careful. He never wanted to hurt him. Addy. We have a daughter.

Yeah, babe.

Amy had been inside their body for months now, and they had often marbled at the new life forming within them. But somehow, the realization that they had a child, that there was a brand-new being completely separate from themselves now, hit hard in that moment. In a good way, of course, but it still left Michael speechless.

Let's meet her, Adam said softly.

While only one of them could control their body at any one time, they could always let each other see and hear, even feel physical sensations. So when Michael sat up on the bed, he removed the barrier he had put up so that Adam wouldn't experience the pain of the birth. Almost immediately, Adam shuddered.

Yikes. That feels weird.

With a flick of his grace, Michael removed the mess of blood and other fluids from the sheets and their body, and pulled the comforter over their lower half. He kept the light soreness of their body, though – simply filtering it down so it wouldn't be too uncomfortable for Adam.

When he held out his hands, he felt his grace lurching a little, almost vibrating under Adam's skin. Adam's soul jumped with him, equally eager, and doing the equivalent of a giggle.

Finally, Raphael handed them Amy – their child, their daughter, their little girl. She squealed in delight when Michael touched her, obviously feeling the buzz of his grace, and reacting with her own. When he pulled her to his chest, she reached out with a clumsy hand, right over where Adam's soul reached for her from within.

Dad daddy here Raphie bright warm body, Amy babbled, emotions tumbling into each other. Excitement, relief, comfort, and above all, the strong urge to explore. Body body. Amy body. Daddy dad body.

That seemed to be the most wondrous thing to her: That everyone had bodies. Her word (if you could call it that) for 'body' was a jumble of 'touch skin eyes feel different', but Michael and Adam got the gist. Having spent most of her conscious time so far in an extremely enclosed environment with only Michael's grace and Adam's soul as connections to the outside world (and occasional glimpses of Raphael when they had checked on her well-being), maybe it wasn't surprising that she would be floored by those first completely physical experiences.

Michael could relate, actually. While he had gotten used to having a physical body over the last years (hundreds of them, actually, in that different time flow down in the cage), it wasn't his natural state of being. Adam's body – their body – felt like home now, but only because Adam was there, his soul bright and beautiful.

And now there was this other soul, surrounded by grace, maybe even brighter than Adam. Amy was in another body now, and Michael already missed having her right up against his grace, but he was also proud and excited and almost as eager to explore her new state of being as she was herself. They could show her so many things now, have her see places and meet people, and she would get to grow and learn and-

I love you, Adam said softly, almost tearfully, overwhelmed by his own emotions as well as Michael's. I love you, I love you, I love you.

It was directed at both Amy and Michael. And wasn't that a miracle. They had only had each other, for so long. Now they had a family, and a daughter they both loved more than anything in the world.

Do you want to hold her? Michael asked. He could have just hugged her close himself for centuries, but he could feel Adam's longing. While Adam could feel the touch of Amy's skin against his own chest, they both knew there was something different about actually experiencing it yourself. A different quality, some level of detachment removed. Eagerly, Adam surged forward when Michael gave him space, and within moments he blinked down at their daughter, a tear spilling out of his eye.

“Hey sweetie,” he said aloud, rocking her a bit.

Dad daddy body bounce dad bright body wet?

The last was a confused question, because a tear had dripped onto her head.

“Dad loves you very much, sweetie,” Adam whispered, and pressed a kiss to her face.

Amy didn't seem to understand his spoken words, but a moment later, the emotion seconded and amplified by Michael, she got it. Dad daddy bright love joy.

Eager to directly interact again but knowing that Adam needed to do that right now, too, Michael made a visage for himself, sitting on the bed next to Adam.

Daddy move. Daddy no stay? Daddy daddy! Amy sent in concern, and Michael tried to sooth her by reaching out with his grace as well as the hand of his visage,

“I'm right here, sweetheart. Daddy just used part of his grace to make this form.” Most of his grace was still located within Adam, and when she realized that, Amy calmed down.

Daddy stay?

Daddy is right here. Daddy will always be here.

Her grace and soul pulsated brightly.

Meanwhile, Raphael had opened the door, and Gabriel came rushing in. When he saw Amy, he stopped half-way to the bed, just staring at her for a long moment. Jack didn't have the same reservations though. They came forward, beaming with delight.

“Hi Amy! I'm your cousin, Jack!”

Amy only glanced in the direction of the sound, then cuddled up against Adam's chest again.

“I don't think she can see you or understand wat you say,” Michael said.

“Human babies are very limited in their perception,” Raphael confirmed, something they had told Michael and Adam countless times before. “They can only see what's a few inches in front of their face. While Amy is not fully human, her body seems to be on the level of a new born.”

“Shocker,” Adam said in amusement.

“I see,” Jack said – and leaned in until their face was right in front of Amy's. “Hello!”

Dad daddy Raphie? Big bright weird! Not Raphie! Daddy dad help!

Amy started crying. A window shattered.

“Oh geez.” Adam pulled her further against his chest, away from Jack. “It's okay, sweetie, that's just Jack.”

“Someone's about to call 911,” Gabriel said, squinting. His eyes glowed for a moment. “Now he's just gonna call his mom and complain about loud neighbours.”

Maybe they should have gone somewhere more remote for the birth. But they hadn't wanted to leave their apartment, their first home together. Maybe one day they would have to move, if people got too suspicious of Adam and his barely ageing body, as well as his husband that no one ever saw without him. But that was still some time off.

“Did I scare her? I didn't mean to scare her!” Jack looked taken aback.

“It's alright. She was just surprised,” Adam said kindly.

Michael did not think it was alright – they had scared his daughter. But Jack seemed genuinely remorseful, so perhaps he could forgive them.

They're a child themself, Adam whispered against Michael's grace. They'll learn.

I know. Just...

I know, babe. I want to protect her, too.

“Alright, okay, let me through! Professional here.” Gabriel pushed past Jack and sat down on the bed next to Michael. “I made baby Jesus laugh for the first time, I can cheer up this baby.”

Amy had already calmed down, though she was a little concerned about all the different voices in the room. When Gabriel reached out and booped her cheek, then her nose, she was surprised – but not in a bad way this time.

Bright warm pretty colours, she streamed her emotions. Raphie? No Raphie. Bright big small.

She seemed to be a little confused because Gabriel was bigger than her, but smaller than Raphael, his grace similar but still different.

Gabriel, Michael told her. This is Gabriel.

Daddy's brother, Adam added, but Amy didn't seem to understand what a sibling was.

Like Raphael, but different.

That didn't offer her any more insight, because she'd already noticed they were similar. But she did get that Gabriel was friendly.

Gabriel, she thought in his direction, rather an impression of his being than his name. 'Bright big small'. Gabriel bounce?

Gabriel grinned and took her when Adam held her out. Michael bristled at the loss of contact, but he knew she was safe with Gabriel, so he squashed the discontent down. Carefully, Gabriel bounced her in his arms. Amy squealed in delight.

If she had been a purely human baby, she might not have taken well to the bouncing yet, so soon after the birth. But with archangelic grace pooling inside her, she was a lot sturdier than she looked.

All the while, Sam, Dean and Castiel had kept in the background. Castiel had been frowning, but now there was a small smile on his face. Sam seemed friendly too, though a little reluctant. Meanwhile, Dean's face was a storm of emotion, most of them regret and dismay, as he looked between Amy and Jack.

Michael had only heard in passing what had happened shortly before and after Jack's birth. How they had made themself grow up fast, and how they had started hunting with Sam and Dean. How reluctant people had been to trust them.

It didn't take a genius to realize that they had been treated poorly. Even if Jack did their best to excuse everyone's, especially Dean's, behaviour.

Michael would end him if he ever tried to treat Amy that way.

“She's so small,” Gabriel marvelled, pulling Michael out of his musings. “And yet.” He booped her nose again, their graces touching and swirling around each other. Amy was brimming with grace. As a nephil, she didn't have a true form, so a size comparison with an angel wasn't really useful. But Michael was sure that if she had had a true form, she would have been very tall.

Just like her daddy, Adam thought at him, in response to his idle musing. To Gabriel, he said: “I see you're gonna want to steal her from us all the time.”

Gabriel shrugged, but there was a mischievous grin on his face. “As long as I can give her back in the evenings. You know I'm no good with commitments.”

Adam raised an eyebrow. “You're doing fine as a co-ruler of Heaven.”

“Yeah well, I can always dump the responsibility on someone else and take the day of.”

They all knew that Gabriel didn't do that. Sure, sometimes he had days of, but so did all angels nowadays.

Dean left the room. Honestly, Michael didn't even know what he was doing here. He would rather have had Alicia and Max close by than any Winchesters.

When Gabriel handed Amy back, it was to Michael's visage, the look on his face saying 'I know you're already impatient'. He was right, of course. Not that Michael would ever admit that.

Daddy? Amy projected when her grace touched Michael's. No dad, not daddy.

Part daddy, Michael sent back in amusement. Most of me is still with dad, but this is also me.

Her emotions were a big question mark. Apparently, Michael without Adam was an impossibility to her little mind.

As if on cue, Adam leaned in. “Hey sweetie. You had fun with uncle Gabe?” When he touched her cheek, she beamed.

Dad daddy!

Yes, we're both here. Michael wasn't quite sure if this was Adam's thought, or his own, or both. It didn't really matter, he supposed. As long as it was true.

Jack was standing to the side, obviously disheartened by Amy's previous reaction, when Adam waved them back over. “Slow and careful,” he told them, and gently brought one of Jack's fingers to Amy' cheek. “This is your cousin Jack.”

She startled a little, but it wasn't shock this time. Soon there was a burning curiosity in her mind. Dad daddy? No dad daddy. Different. Same? Big bright small bright.

Yes, they have both grace and a soul, Michael confirmed for her. Like dad and daddy together, but they're just one person. Both are parts of them. They're like you, Amy.

More surprise, or maybe awe was the better word. Amy was staring at Jack, utterly still, even while streaming her emotions at them. Awe, curiosity, joy.

“Uh, what's she doing?” Sam whispered to Raphael.

“They're probably talking,” Raphael said curtly, obviously not too happy with the Winchester there.

Jack bounce? Amy asked.

Jack furrowed their brow. They weren't sending anything back.

“You don't want to?” Michael asked warily.

“Don't want what?” they asked, blinking in confusion.

“To bounce her. She wants you to.”

“She does?” Jack looked awed, and immediately made to hold her. “How do you know?”

Adam and Michael shared a glance, both metaphysically and in the real world. “She talks. Well, feels. Can you not hear her when you touch her?”

Jack frowned again as Amy settled in their lap. “Is that what I'm feeling? It's like there's something pushing at me, but I wasn't sure what it is...”

“It's not very coherent yet,” Raphael commented.

“Hey, she's more coherent than Gabriel when he was first created,” Michael said.

“Excuse you!! I've always been excellent with words!”

“Sure. But only once you knew any words. I'm talking about before those were invented.”

“But I thought 'in the beginning was the word',” Dean said from the doorway, where he had re-appeared about a minute ago.

Michael raised an eyebrow at him. “You shouldn't believe everything you read.”

Especially if my father wrote it, he didn't say.

Dean opened his mouth, then closed it again with a snap, a sour look on his face.

Not paying much mind to the conversation, Jack had begun to bounce Amy, obviously careful not to jostle her too much. She made little noises of delight, and Jack smiled.

You'll be alright. You're safe, Jack thought, their fondness tinged with sadness. Your dad and daddy are here. They'll protect you. So you don't have to grow up fast, you can take your time. Be a child for as long as you want.

Amy stared at them for a moment, confused. Then she reached out with her little hand and placed it on Jack's chest. Safe, she sent back, the feeling strong and clear. Amy safe. Jack safe. Amy Jack bounce play joy.

Yeah, Jack thought, and cradled her closer. Now that Jack knew how she communicated, it was easier to understand. We'll play all the time. And we're both safe. We both have our dads. They love us.

Dad daddy love, she confirmed with determination. Then: Jack bounce?

They smiled. Yeah. Jack bounce, they sent back, and continued to bounce her.

They vowed to make this girl grow up safe and happy, and to be the best cousin they could be. Nothing bad should ever happen to Amy. She was just a child. She would be loved, and treated right.

Amy love, she said.

Jack love, they sent back.

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"MADNESS LOVE"

*GIF NOT MINE*

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Warnings: None (if I need one let me know in my ask!)

Prompt: NONE

Word Count: 1,860

A/N: Okay, this time I didn’t use any prompt from my board on Pinterest. I came with the idea last night (thanks insomnia), and I thought I could make it in 2 parts. Let me know what do you think in my ask, is always open for you. If you want t, like it and reblog it. Thank you very much!

A/N 2: I’m gonna pin this imagine so you can easily find it on my page, I will do the same when posting part 2. :)

A/N 3: This awesome gif is from Pinterest but, it comes from Wattpad. Her account is Ariana-Fic and you can find it in her fic “Soldiers in Intelligence”.

Being a cop wasn't easy, putting your life in danger to protect and serve others sometimes wasn't successful. It was 50/50, every morning you will be walking out home not knowing if you could come back.

It had been three weeks without a person in the unit. Detective Jay Halstead had been wounded in a crossfire in a covert operation; when one of you got hurt everyone took responsibility even if it wasn't that way, only for some it was harder to try not to blame yourself for what happened. You had blamed Hailey for not covering Jay enough even though you knew it wasn't her fault, you even avoided her a few days after that.

She was her partner way long before you were assigned to Intelligence by Sergeant Voight.

Narcotics helped Intelligence in a case; it was your case but somehow their case intertwined with yours at some point, both departments agreed to work to stop the overdoses in the area. You were the best at CO, so it made sense for Sergeant Voight to pick Jay, one of his best undercovers for a purchase. Your skills didn't go unnoticed by anyone in the Intelligence Unit, even for someone with experience like Jay. After the case was over he offered you a spot in his Unit, you doubt it for a moment, you were good in Narcotics, good pay, accumulated vacation days, Voight wasn't known for being a patient person and some co-workers encouraged you to take that step by commenting on how crazy you must be not to accept such an offer.

You were well received by all, perhaps except for Sergeant Trudy Platt, who didn't like strangers or new people in the district. Jay was among the first to congratulate you when you arrived, for a moment you thought you'd be partners but Voight wouldn't break his dream team, so he paired you with Kevin Atwater, whom you've been entrusting your life and darkest secrets to ever since.

Atwater was the first one you told about the nights you stayed late with Jay in Molly's, he was the first to know how those late nights became visiting his apartment, to end up arriving together one morning, to the district. He had told you about Voight's rules and how he was firm with them after Jay's last relationship had gone bad with his partner and that had affected his way of working a bit.

Jay and you decided to go slowly, the only one who would know about you two would be Kevin, it was agreed at least, but Hailey Upton was very good at her job so she soon realized what was happening between you. She had supported you, although she did not agree to hide this from her sergeant, she wanted to see her partner happy.

They were all at their desks, doing paperwork on a case they had closed the day before, when Trudy appeared on the stairs.

"Guess who came back from her mandatory break."

You looked up from the papers in front of you to look at a smiling Jay Halstead, who was looking at Trudy with a raised eyebrow.

"Nice to see you too, Trudy."

"Yeah, now try to get away from the bullets for a while, I don't want to have to worry about any of you for a long time."

Kevin and Adam were the first to approach him, joking and patting him on the shoulder. Kim and Hailey were next, giving him a loving hug before heading back to his places. You had stood up to lean against your desk, your arms crossed over your chest, Jay leaned closer, although he kept some distance, the mocking smile still on his lips. You were the first to speak.

"I see you survived, Halstead."

"Hey, don't say it like that, I'm going to think you're not happy to see me alive."

You pressed your lips together so as not to smile because of his comment, it was the game that both played in front of everyone else, the sarcastic comments to pretend that they were not getting along as well as they should. You nodded and looked at him.

"It's good to have you back."

Jay's smile widened and he put his hands on his hips.

"Look at that, you're happy to have me here."

You rolled your eyes and sat back in your chair when Voight left his office, leaning against the doorframe.

"How are you Jay?"

Jay nodded his head looking at his boss.

"Good, Sarge."

"Good, because I just hung up with the Superintendent and he wants to acknowledge what you did. Tomorrow there will be a public event, downtown."

You all clapped for a moment, before Voight continued speaking.

"Now try not to die until tomorrow."

Without saying more he returned to his office. Jay went to his desk to catch up on all the overdue paperwork, from time to time you looked up to observe him, you were glad to have him back but the moment you knew about the award, you felt a bitter taste in your mouth. Why were they going to decorate him when he almost died?

You stood up and went to the coffee room, took one of the cups on the wall and poured yourself some, you still felt that bitter taste in your mouth. You heard footsteps behind you and looked over your shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

Jay asked, taking another cup, reaching for the pot and pouring himself some coffee as well. You leaned a little to look towards the door, checking that no one was around to hear you. You started to get tired of that, checking over your shoulders to see if no one could hear your conversations or whatever you were doing behind closed doors.

“Uhm, yes, I’m just a little tired. We have been in some paperwork duties from a few cases from the past weeks.”

You took a sip from the cup, making a little grin at the taste of the coffee.

“Well, just for the record, I know when something’s bothering you. We have been together almost a year.”

He looked satisfied with himself, and you couldn’t deny it because he was right, Jay knew you so well almost since day one. You looked at him and gave him a little smile, his mood was good after dealing with a grumpy man at his house because he couldn’t get back to work after being shot, and you definitely didn't want to be the one to screw it up.

Kim walks into the room without realizing the interruption she just made or how you take a little more distance between you two, starts a little chat with Jay and you decide to go back to your desk.

Later, in the locker room, you were finishing picking up some things from your little blue locker, putting them in the gym bag you were carrying that day when Kevin appeared next to you, opening his own locker.

"I don't see you so happy today, you were quiet for most of the day, man you didn't even laugh at Ruzek's nonsense. I thought having Jay back would make you feel better."

You sighed and took a seat on the bench, rubbing your hands over your face before looking at your best friend. You played with your lower lip a bit before speaking.

"Kevin, am I crazy for wanting more in this relationship? I mean, we've worked well without anyone knowing, what difference would it make if we did from the knowledge of Voight, of our friends?"

They both fell silent when an officer entered the room and moments later he left the room, you clenched your fist and struck the cold metal in front of you, you felt frustrated and helpless. Kevin sat next to you, rubbing his hands together as he took his time answering you.

"Y/N, you are a pretty strong woman who knows what she wants, don't let anyone make you feel like you can't, not even some of my friends. If you want, I can talk to him, you know man to man" .

His comment made you laugh a little, releasing a bit of the tension in your chest, you bumped his shoulder with yours, pushing him a little.

"Thanks Kev. I don't think that talk is necessary but I will take it into account for future problems."

"Whenever you need me, girl."

You took your bag, Kevin had helped you lift your spirits but you knew you had to do something with your feelings, for better or for worse.

Jay was in the kitchen when he heard you arrive, a smile formed on his face as he came out to greet you, an ice cold beer in his hand and a hockey game in the background on television. He walked over to you to kiss your forehead, took your bag and set it aside by the door.

"It took you a little longer than usual to get here, I'm sorry I didn't wait for you. Trudy wanted me to fill out some forms for tomorrow and I left earlier."

You couldn't look at Jay without stopping to think about the consequences that your words would have, you knew about his past and you didn't want to be the evil witch who would ruin what you both had until that day. You settled next to him, resting your head on his chest while he watched the game and he made imaginary shapes on the skin of your arm.

It took you a few minutes before you could form a sentence, your voice lacking the strength you had gathered all the way to his apartment.

"Jay, what if we tell Voight we're together?"

Your voice caught his attention, looking at you completely confused.

"Y/N, we both know that we can't say anything at the moment if we want to continue working in the same unit."

You slowly sat up again, turning a little so you could face him, Jay was sure of what he was saying, it showed in his face and in the confidence with which he had spoken.

"Jay, I'm tired of having to hide from everyone, like what we're doing is wrong. Voight will understand if-"

"I've been through this before Y/N, I know what I'm talking about. I also refused to hide my thing with Erin, but things changed. If we tell this to Voight he will remove someone from the team and we know it will not be me."

You felt the air come out of your lungs, as if someone had hit you, Jay realized his mistake when you stood up, he began to move his head trying to speak, he left the beer on the coffee table trying to take your hand .

"Y/N, it's not what- it's not what I meant ..."

Unaware of your movements, you started to take your things in a frenzy, Jay seemed to be talking to you but you couldn't identify his words or what he was trying to tell you, you just left.

To be continued...

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