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shivroyslut · 3 years

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I just listened to the whole Evermore album and I’m now on my second listen so here is Evermore songs I think are destiel related and whether they’re from Dean’s or Cas’ perspective (or both) - add more lyrics/parallels if you like

willow - both

“Wherever you stray I will follow”

champagne problems - okay tbh i dont see this as either of them but that one line...

“Your Midas touch on the Chevy door November flush and your flannel cure” - MS SWIFT ??? ARE YOU A HELLER ???? CHEVY, NOVEMBER, AND FLANNEL IN THE SAME SENTENCE ???

gold rush - Cas

“Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush; I don't like anticipatin' my face in a red flush; I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch; Everybody wants you; Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you; Walk past, quick brush; I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush; I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush” - yeah this is just Cas simping on Dean for so many seasons

“What must it be like to grow up that beautiful?” - But still beautiful. Still Dean Winchester

‘tis the damn season - both

“There's an ache in you, put there by the ache in me; But if it's all the same to you; It's the same to me” - uhm this is just them fighting every season then making up a few epis later

“I escaped it too, remember how you watched me leave” - PURGATORY

“I won't ask you to wait if you don't ask me to stay” - THIS IS JUST THE ENTIRE DESTIEL ARC IN THE FIRST HALF OF S15 LMAO

“Now I'm missing your smile, hear me out; We could just ride around; And the road not taken looks real good now” - this is Dean brooding every time Cas dies

tolerate it - Cas

“I sit and watch you; I notice everything you do or don't do”

“I wait by the door like I'm just a kid“

“If it's all in my head tell me now; Tell me I've got it wrong somehow”

“While you were out building other worlds, where was I?” - okay this is dean though

“Where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?; I made you my temple, my mural, my sky; Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life” - this is Cas when they are fighting

“Always taking up too much space or time; You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I; Break free and leave us in ruins” - again when Dean is being an idiot and they fight

happiness - Cas

“But there was happiness because of you” - Knowing you has changed me. Because you cared, I cared. You changed me.

“Past the blood and bruise; Past the curses and cries; Beyond the terror in the nightfall; Haunted by the look in my eyes; That would've loved you for a lifetime; Leave it all behind” - ms swift are you a Cas girl ??

“All you want from me now is the green light of forgiveness” - literally Cas just wanting Dean to forgive him for everything

coney island - Dean

“If I can't relate to you anymore; Then who am I related to?” - every time Dean feels betrayed by Cas but especially in s6 when Cas teams up with Crowley, like my man had so much trust in Cas only for him to be wrong

“Sorry for not making you my centerfold”

“The question pounds my head; What's a lifetime of achievement; If I pushed you to the edge?; But you were too polite to leave me; And do you miss the rogue; Who coaxed you into paradise and left you there?; Will you forgive my soul; When you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?” - no offence but this is exactly what went through Dean’s head when he was sitting there crying after Cas got yeeted into the empty

“Over and over; Lost again with no surprises; Disappointments, close your eyes; And it gets colder and colder; When the sun goes down” - Dean mourning every time Cas died after the second time

“And when I got into the accident; The sight that flashed before me was your face; But when I walked up to the podium I think that I forgot to say your name” - uhm Dean seeing Cas as his life flashed before his eyes when he got impaled by the rusty nail and wanted him by his side but the writers were cowards he got caught up in the moment with Sammy and didn’t pray for him to come

“But I think that I forgot to say your name; Over and over” - i just think Dean is hard on himself for not keeping Cas closer to him after Cas died in 15x18

ivy - Dean

“How's one to know?; I'd meet you where the spirit meets the bones In a faith forgotten land; In from the snow; Your touch brought forth an incandescent glow; Tarnished but so grand” - I’M THE ONE WHO GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION

“And the old widow goes to the stone every day; But I don't, I just sit here and wait; Grieving for the living” - Dean just wanting a win (Cas back) in s13

“I wish to know; The fatal flaw that makes you long to be; Magnificently cursed” - you know just Cas being very cursed throughout the whole show, and the fatal flaw is his love for Dean humanity

“I'd live and die for moments that we stole; On begged and borrowed time” - i think this is for both cause Cas’ line “Dean you know I always appreciate our talks and our time together” but Dean definitely feels the same way I mean he made Cas watch all those movies

cowboy like me - both (very destiel)

“Never wanted love; Just a fancy car; Now I'm waiting by the phone; Like I'm sitting in an airport bar” - this is painfully obviously Dean

“Eyes full of stars; Hustling for the good life; Never thought I'd meet you here; It could be love; We could be the way forward; And I know I'll pay for it” - very obvious Cas line

“And the skeletons in both our closets; Plotted hard to fuck this up” - just the universe not wanting them to be together

long story short - Cas

“I tried to pick my battles 'til the battle picked me”

“And I fell from the pedestal; Right down the rabbit hole”

“When I dropped my sword; I threw it in the bushes and knocked on your door; And we live in peace; But if someone comes at us, this time, I'm ready” - Cas always coming back and willing to give up everything for Dean

“And he feels like home”

“Now I'm all about you”

marjorie - both (but mainly Dean)

“Never be so kind; You forget to be clever; Never be so clever; You forget to be kind”

“And if I didn't know better; I'd think you were talking to me now” - No I’m not talking to him, *proceeds to talk to and protect each other*

“What died didn't stay dead” - yah

“I should've asked you questions; I should've asked you how to be; Asked you to write it down for me; Should've kept every grocery store receipt; Cause every scrap of you would be taken from me” - Dean keeping the trench coat every time Cas dies

closure - Dean (but a little Cas)

“And seeing the shape of your name; Still spells out pain” - Dean after 15x18 seeing ‘Castiel’ on the table

“It cut deep to know ya, right to the bone”

“Don't treat me like; Some situation that needs to be handled” - can be Cas too

“I'm fine with my spite; And my tears, and my beers and my candles” - his anger stage when hes undergoing his 5 stages of grief after 15x18, and like every time he and Cas fight

“I don't need your closure” - ^

evermore - both ( this song is so destiel make this their fucking theme song)

“Motion capture; Put me in a bad light; I replay my footsteps on each stepping stone; Trying to find the one where I went wrong; Writing letters; Addressed to the fire” - Cas whenever Dean kicks him out and he doesn’t understand why or when Dean just let’s him go; and Dean in purgatory when he realises Cas was hiding from him, when he changed his memory to believe he let go of Cas, when he found out that Cas is the one who let him go. There is honestly so many examples for this line

“And I was catching my breath; Staring out an open window; Catching my death; And I couldn't be sure; I had a feeling so peculiar; That this pain would be for evermore” - Cas when he realises that he is in love with Dean but he can never be with him; and Dean when he thought he left Cas in purgatory and every time Cas died

“Hey December; Guess I'm feeling unmoored; Can't remember; What I used to fight for; I rewind thе tape but all it does is pause; On thе very moment, all was lost; Sending signals; To be double-crossed” - Cas when heaven pushed him away repeatedly and also when Dean pushed him away repeatedly when he was the whole reason he rebelled; and Dean when he just wanted that win in s13 and every other time he had doubt

“Cannot think of all the cost; And the things that will be lost; Oh, can we just get a pause?; To be certain, we'll be tall again; Whether weather be the frost; Or the violence of the dog days; I'm on waves, out being tossed; Is there a line that I could just go cross?” - you know like whenever they feel hopeless; reminds me of the diner scene in s14e14 where they are talking about Michael

“And when I was shipwrecked; I thought of you; In the cracks of light; I dreamed of you; It was real enough; To get me through; I swear you were there” - Cas simping for Dean; Dean after escaping from purgatory seeing Cas everywhere

Anyways these are just my thought and links don’t attack me I’m just out here wasting time on a ship I was obsessed with in 2015 (I mean I am on break from uni and am jobless). Feel free to add more lyrics or parallels I’m pretty sure I missed quite a few. I do acknowledge that the album is definitely not about destiel and about Taylor herself but its just fascinating to find all these lyrical links to Dean and Cas’ relationship.

#destiel #supernatural #spn #taylor swift #evermore #dean winchester #castiel #jackles longcon #jensen ackles #misha collins

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marksminions · 3 years

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Snowstorm

Part 3

Part 1, Part 2

Crowley x Reader

Tagged: @ifindyourlipssokisssable

A/N: Let me know if you want to be a part of the tag list! This one is a bit more choppy and not as great as I wrote it at work. I did a little adding on and editing but its still not great. I wasn’t exactly sure how to end this part. Hope you enjoy anyways!

Once the boys finally realized you were gone they started frantically calling and texting you and Crowley. You both rolled your eyes every time. The one thing you were worried about was them summoning him and holding him hostage again with no way for you to get to him.

But of course, that was exactly what happened. It took them a while so it didn't really come as a surprise.

Once you noticed he was gone you did just as you were told and found Billie immediately. She was obviously reluctant but already had been told by Crowley that in the case of an emergency she was to help you, so she did.

You asked her to take you to the bunker and she obliged.

Once inside you went straight to the dungeon and found nothing but an empty room. You then frantically began your search to find any ideas as to where they may have taken him.

"Wait," Billie paused and stared into space as she seemed to be listening for something as you both stood in Dean’s room.

"What," you turned to her and waited.

"To anyone that is hearing this," she repeated, "this is your King."

Your heart fell into your stomach and you stepped closer.

"Send help - immediately!"

"Take me to him," you said as your throat tightened.

She turned her head to look at you.

"You dont understand. Everyone with ties to Hell just heard him. Not just us. We walk in there right now Id be putting you in danger and that's the last thing he would want."

"Is there any way to get a direct line back to him?"

"Doubtful if he's in that kind of trouble...”

"Then what are we supposed to do? Nothing?"

She sighed, "You're safe here. So, I'll go. If I dont come back.... then just stay put."

"But-" you started.

It was too late, she was already gone. The silence in the bunker was deafening and the anxiety instantly started eating you alive.

In about an hour or so she returned, appearing near where you sat in the war room.

"Abbadon,” she started.

You spun around and stood, impatiently waiting for what she had to say.

“She answered his call. Last I seen was she was on fire falling out of a church window. They have him chained inside the church. Sam was injecting him with- something.”

"Well, why didnt you help him?" you pried.

"I seen Abbadon and I got out of there,”

"Take me to him," you said firmly.

You both jumped as all the lights in the bunker turned on, all the buttons in the war room flashed and the table map lit up.

"Take me to him, NOW," you said through gritted teeth.

She eyed you and snapped her fingers, teleporting you instantly.

You both froze as you seen balls of fire raining from the sky. You didnt give anything a second thought as you took off running towards the church in a full sprint, only stopping when you seen Sam and Dean on the ground next to the impala.

"Dean, please!" you cried, grabbing ahold of his jacket, shaking him.

He grabbed the keys and handed them over, uncaring as he held his sick brother.

"Crowley!" you hollered as you ran inside the white broken down church.

“Y/N....” Crowley said he tried to turn to look at you but couldn’t as the restrains held him in place.

He breathed a sigh of relief as you went to work on the chains. When you made your way to the front of him you began to tear up, as did he. His face was covered in blood, his skin coated in sweat and a group of needle punctures in his neck caught your eye. You could tell he was tired. You helped him up out of the chair and he nearly collapsed to the floor.

"Crowley we need to get out of here," you cried.

"I cant, love," he said tiredly, "I cant."

That shook you. You grabbed ahold of him and helped him outside, sitting him down against the Impala next to the boys. You all held on as balls of fire crashed into the earth.

"Angels," Crowley muttered as he watched, “Falling angels.”

You looked at Sam and Dean and you all jumped as one crashed into the lake nearby, hitting into the earth with a loud boom. You grabbed Crowley’s suit jacket and leaned in closer to him, afraid.

He looked over at you and watched you as he sat there working through whatever they had put him through. You felt his eyes on you and you met his eyes as you turned your head.

You jumped and dove in to Crowley as another one crashed into the earth, your hands grasping a fistful of his suit jacket. He held you close, taking your hand and holding it tightly.

Dean looked over, your actions peaking his interest. His jaw tightened as he seen your hands intertwined. Sam noticed his reaction and looked over. He swallowed hard and his jaw tightened. Oh hell no.

#crowley #crowley supernatural #crowley fanfiction #crowley spn #spn fanfic #supernatural fanfiction #slight angst

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theholyyuunoaduck · 4 years

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Reasons why i hate mikaela hyakuya

@gurensangel @chaoticgaymess sorry i know you wanted me to repost your post but its easier just starting my own and making my own hashtag so incase anyone else asks me about this i can just look for the hashtag and send them this

Mikaela is honestly one of those characters i desperately and i mean desperatly tried to love i mean his kid self was so so easy to love and want to protect and hell i cried a shit ton for him and his past his problems everything but the reality is mikaela is a toxic person and here im going to be explaining everything as clearly as i can though im sure that everyone has heard most of these arguments i also have some most people wouldnt even consider

Why is mikaela toxic? Well simply said when you have one person and only one then its obviously going to be an underlying mental health issue now you could say other characters are similar to mikaela within that regard like every other vampire but heres the thing we dont get to see much of the other vampires so im more or less apathetic to those vampires and their actions however in accordance to mikaela we have watched his actions since day one and his chemistry with the rest of the cast of owari no seraph what grinds my gears isnt the fact that mikaela acts with violence and distrust towards everyone but the actions that the rest of the cast have taken towards mikaela and his inability to react differently towards those same exact characters aka shinoa squad

Shinoa squad has never once treated mikaela with prejiduce with agendas or anything of ill will since day one the fact that shinoa basically is the cause of death of many of her comrads during the nagoya arc where mikaela attacks the jida troop (and yes it is a troop considering that after reading pannel after pannel theres upwards to 20 soldiers who the majority of which are equiped with standard blades unlike the protagonists you know basically cannon fodder) but my problem is the fact that in that chapter shinoa instigated their betrayal to save mikaela from the rest of the troops shinoa's life was threatned straight after acknowledging that this could be the last she ever layed eyes on yuichiro by letting mikaela escape with him first threatened by a random soldier and then right after rika inoue and by her superior narumi makoto and shinoa the fucking chad she is just took all the punishment because she knows damn well that it is her fault her comrads died because of her distraction to allow mikaela to escape eating away the precious time guren baught his soldiers to run away and escape and how does mikaela respond? He tells yuu to abandon them it doesnt take a genius to say that betrayal especially to the hiragi family is met with death even if mikaela doesnt understand the rules and regulations of human law i doubt vampire law is much different meaning he knows damn well shinoa could lose her life for betraying the army for his sake and not just shinoa but her entire squad

I already know what youll say "but but mikas a vampire he has no emotions" bullshit absolute pure fucking bullshit of an argument considering the fact yoichis mention of the word family/freinds was cause for pause for mikaela and not just mikaela look at ferid look at crowley theyre all so vibrant and brimming with personality and emotion and i am damn well sure no one disagrees this could just be kagami's writing and forgetting about this plotpoint

The fact that despite this mikaela is a manipulative fucker we all know yuu is a dumbass no one can deny this the fact that mikaela is willing to point his sword towards yuichiro and threaten him his so called beloved speaks volumes about mikaelas ego his straight up ego thinking that he's the only one that could be right after all mikaelas the wisest of the bunch right i mean after all everyone of his other decisions was followed through with outstanding results anyone? Anyone? Thats right not once has the squad or especially yuichiro listend to mikaela and do to that fact everyone is alive and kicking examples? (This is also an example of manipulative mika) Mika: Yuu abandon shinoa because if she's as great as you say us sticking around will only cause her trouble you cannot tell me that isnt mikaela trying to twist yuu's feelings for his family to abandon them because had they listened to mikaela shinoa would have been impaled by the chains kureto produced to awaken the seraph of the end

And almost right after that same situation upon mahiru injuring yuu awakening abadon mikaela high tails and runs away carrying yuu and we actually see a pannel of shinoa squad scrambling for saftey straight up abandoning them again and going so far as to yell that he is yuu's only family despite all the other shit

Alright so lets play into the whole mika doesnt have feelings dont you think that having no feelings would make your sense of judgement all the better? And if so with all the evidence and actions of shinoa squad why in Gods blue earth would he basically act like an actual dick towards shinoa who saved his life risked her life for him as if shinoa is the sole reason yuu is in the prediciment of being possessed by yuu?? Isnt that the least bit infuriating??

On next of we shouldnt listen to mikaela in the same arc again mikaela suggests lets leave shinoa squad to face off against crowley AND FERID with this bullshit of "theyre after us theyll just ignore them" i mean are you kidding me? Ferid the man youve been with for 5 years is going to not have the time of his life killing a bunch of teenagers for the simple fact that if yuu is running away and leaving them.they must not be important to him therefore easy pickings for him

Lets not trust guren after all he's just using you he doesnt care the man loves that boy like as if he was his son and you can argue against me with this some time later but alright lets give mika the benifit of the doubt so obviously in mikas infinit wisdom his set course of action is killing him infront of yuichiro??? Really??? In front of him?? Killing his father infront of yuu man that just speaks volumes about how mikaeala only cares about the feeling he gets with yuu rather than carring about yuu as a person

Imo mika cares about how yuu makes him feel rather than who yuichiro is what do i mean by this? Its simple mika doesnt give a damn what makes yuu happy hell mika would cage yuu up if it ment keeping him safe and alive but is that really living? Its cruelty if i adopt a dog feed it and give it water but never play with it and isolate it thats basically animal cruelty

Anyway back to mika trying to kill guren just right there yuu begs mika to stop and grabs his arm pulling him back and what does mika do? What does he do? He lops off yuu's arm the one that was holding mikaela back from attacking what makes this scene even worse is i had so much hope for mikaeala because the last battle they won mikaela said the thoight of losing his.comrads made him dizzy what happened to him not having feelings? I lived loved loved that statement i imagined uncle mika to yuus kids being the best man to yuus wedding begging to be the one to make the wedding cake so so so so so many au's based off those little words and right after removing yuu's limb from him kimizuki and yoichi step up for guren weapons drawn and mikaela threatens them?!?!?! I mean honestly how fucking hypocritical can you be how big is his fucking ego???

Ill end it with this point because i have work in the morning i Still have another 20 bullet points i want to add but im starting to think i have artheritistis in my hand because my fingers hurt so much but anyway my point being mikaelas character contradicts yui's in an unhealthy way while yuu's character trait is to run towards danger to be a hero mikas is to run from danger its basically a tug of war and the thing is the story so far has actually turned out well for the cast running into danger for yuu made the 6th angels trumpet to grow silent destroying all of the four horsemen monsters and letting humanity take a huge step towards rebuilding but had it been mika's way theyd have run right out of that building never to see it again my point is if someone pulls and runs towards something and another character ties a rope to them and runs the other direction that tension will cause nothing but problems instead of running forward with the protagonist in order to keep them safe and actually contribute into the success of the mission

Also like the hashtags say this is only part 1 because as i said i have to sleep and my hand is killing me i should have done this earlier when i had more energy in order to bring along all the sources like the chapter and page where you can find these exact moments along with photos of said arguments/bullet points

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #yuichiro hyakuya #shinoa hiiragi #mikaela shindo #mikaela hyakuya #reasons i hate mikaeal hyakuya part 1

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blackthorn02 · 4 years

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Human feelings🥀 (Ferid Bathory x reader)

—>Imagine happened after the battle in nagoya-fluff rated

* (Y/n)... your name

* (L/n)...last name

* (H/c)... hair colour

The sun was shining trough the window in her face and luminated (y/n)’s (h/c) hair that fell slightly in her face. She felt as if she had risen from death and every bone in her body left a terrible pain when she started to move. “Well,well. You’re finally awake. I thought you would never wake up again (y/n)”- Crowley looked up from the report he was reading and smiled at her as if he was a madman. To be honest (y/n) didn’t even noticed that he was sitting there-vampires sometimes can be really disturbing, when they sneak around in total silence. (Y/n) looked up at the red haired vampire and gave him a questioned look. What happend and where even was she? Crowley grinned and read her questioned face:”hmmm let me think what happend-ahhh now i remember: you were fighting with this annoying livestock from the Hiragi clan, i think kureto was his name, when you suddenly fainted. We subdued the humans and Ferid decided to make a deal with them. You really should have seen his face when he saw that you were badly injured-hehe. But to be honest I was actually also a bit concerned about my little kitten.” (Y/n) looked at him dumbfounded. She sat in a big fluffy bed with red silk duvets that kept a well known smell that always included security.Suddenly it dawned on her. No it couldn’t be! “why the fuck am i lying in Ferids bed?!”, (y/n) shouted in shock. Crowley just grinned : “ Hahaha- you only noticed that now?! Our new beloved king thought that would be a good idea since you would be safe here and no one would come to disturb your healing process. Ohh by the way- you should be really a little bit careful (y/n) and eat something. Mi little kitten was faint for a long time!”- and with that he stood up, waved with his gloved hand and left her alone in Ferids noble room. (Y/n) looked around an found a white vampire uniform that laid on a chair next to the bed. It was clearly a uniform for her and she went to take it on. Why happend she to be always in such awkward situations? when she was fiddling with the ribbon of her coat, it knocked on the door. “Come in!”. A purple haired vampire stuck his head trough the door and smiled happily. “ i am really glad you are well (y/n). I really thought you are going to die on me.” (Y/n) grinned and hugged him tightly- “lacus, i don’t think i was that bad injured like you all claim i was.” She clung away from him and began again fiddling with the red ribbon of her uniform-failing. Lacus came standing behind her, took the ribbon from her hands to beginn binding it behind her neck, while she lifted her hair up. “ soo that would be finished- now you should really hurry and go to Ferid since he doesn’t really like to have him wait!” (Y/n) nod and Lacus escorted her to the throneroom where he knocked on the high wooden carved door, before he opended it and signaled (y/n) to go in. (Y/n) stood in a massive hall that shined in red,and golden colours. Before her sat Ferid in his new throne looking down on her with a penetrating look. “ ahh (y/n)- as i see your wounds all healed. That is good because i really like you to meet someone. You can thank me later for saving your life and for my endlessly goodness!” God, he was such a brat sometimes. (Y/n)gave him a questioning look: “as i can see you really settled into the role of the king very well. Now you’re more charming than ever! I am really greatful for your kindness, king ferid the great!”-(y/n) bowed mockingly and Ferid just rolled his eyes, “ save your jokes for later (y/n)”. Another knock on the door brought them back to reality. Rene came in with a small vampire in tow, that looked a little bit like crowley. “King Lest Karr, my majesty!”-Rene bowed and left. Ferid clapped his hands:“(y/n), let me introduce you King Lest Karr-the vampire king of the european vampires. His job is to evaluate and watch me, since i could plan bad things to subordinate the other vampire reigns. Not true, Lest karr?”

Lest Karr looked at ferid disgusted and nodded: “ i will see your every mistake and punish you mercyless if you even think about betrayal!”. Lest Karr turned to her and looked at her appraisingly: “ so, you are (y/n) (l/n). The last survivor of the (l/n) family who holds mighty power?! If they take advantage from you, i will slaughter every one of them. Your value is inconceivably high for us vampires!”-and with that he turned away and left both of you speechless in thethroneroom. Ferid started laughing out loud-“what a nice child he is! in the afternoon there is a meeting with the top people of the humans and I want you to show up there too. we will work out a plan to get the seraph of the end back!” (Y/n) sighed and nodded at his terrible plan, when Ferid suddenly approached her and slung his arms longingly around her. (Y/n) could feel his warm breath on her neck and a shiver ran down her spine. “If you are going to bite me i am totally willing to rip your arm out!” Ferid laughed fearfull at that thought and wispered in her ear: “ I am really glad you are okay. When you suddenly fainted on the battlefield i feared the worst.” He let go of her and walked out of the throne room, leaving her alone as if nothing ever happend.

The afternoon came fast and (y/n) was on her way to the meeting. She steppend in the controll room where Crowley and Ferid already waited for her. The humans had brought Shynia Hiragi, Guren Ichinose,who was possessed from his sword demon and Kureto Hiragi. Kureto looked at her pejorative and hissed: “well well, there she is. The traitor that now warms all of the vampire beds!” (Y/n) looked at him angrily and punched her fist into the table: “at least i didn't kill and slaughter my own race to seize world domination!”. Suddenly Ferid jumped up from his chair, grabbed Kureto by the neck, pierced his pointed claws in his neck so that it started to bleed and rammed him into the wall aggressively. but as soon as he grabbed kureto he released him, straightened his uniform and declared the meeting over: “ you can all go now- except crowley, i need to talk with him!” (Y/n) looked at him shocked but Ferid averted his gon from her and ignored he

At first she thought nothing of it, but his ignorance and distance continued for the rest of the day. (Y/n) felt terrible and left alone. it hurted a lot to be ignored by a close friend and treated like air. so she decided, in her unwillingness, to sleep in her own room today and get out of his way to give ferid the freedom he wanted so obviously. When she opened the door to her room, she was greeted by a bare cold room without much decoration and nonsense. a room in which she didn't really feel comfortable and was lonely. (Y/n) took off her uniform and a nightgown on. then, exhausted, she slipped into her cold bed and tried to fall asleep, which was obviously difficult for her without the security of ferids presence and fragrance. she fell into a restless dreamless sleep, but a little later she frantically woke up because she felt watched and uncomfortable. Ferid stood in her room, back faced to her, and looked outside the window, trough which light moonlight into the room fell. He noticed her waken form but didn’t turn around to face her: “(y/n), you know i would never hurt or use you I could never do something like that, you have become far too important to me. when i saw you die at the battlefield i thought my heart would be torn to pieces. I never thought that I would still perceive something like human feelings. I really didn't want to hurt your feelings. but when that scum of human said such nasty words about you, I just couldn't control myself anymore. I wanted to wipe out this miserable human being and I only really realized that I would do anything to weigh you in safety. nevertheless you took his words to heart and doubted my person.” his eyes were sad and his voice sounded like it was breaking away. (Y/n) had never seen him so hurt before. she always thought that vampires would not feel anything, just caring for themselves and their race and loathing people. she would never have imagined in her life that Ferid could feel that way for her. she suddenly felt very sad and all she wanted to do now was get up and hug Ferid. (Y/n) went to him, wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his back. ferid stiffened at first but then fell into her touch. He loved her touch and warmth. he always felt cold but her heat warmed his heart. (Y/n) hummed and sighed: “ dont be afraid! the only bed i am going to warm is yours, Ferid! you are the only vampire where i feel really safe and where i can let myself go. I didn't believe Kureto's words - and you know that too. Nothing gets me so easily upset. but since you ignored me and treated me like air, I thought you would need space and I wanted to give it to you.” Ferid turned to look at her deeply. he put his hand on her cheek and she leaned in to his touch. he ran his thumb over her lips and she saw a tear trickle down his face. she wiped away the single tear and put her arms around his neck. ferid smiled and before she knew it he kissed her softly on the lips. it was a sweet gentle kiss that soon became a demanding one that burned like passion on her lips. Ferid backed away and grinned: “ i love you too, (y/n)!” ferid picked her up and carried her bridal style to his room where he gently placed her in his bed. he took off his uniform and layed next to (y/n) under the blanket where he gently wrapped his arms around her and both fell into a sweet dream.

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-blackthorn

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Pinch Hitter

Written for @codesecretsanta 2020!!

Hey, @nemesisadraste!! It’s me, your secret santa!! I heard you wanted a slice of samodd so I was ofc 100000% down to clown. Hope you enjoy!!!! It’s a little group chat heavy and I apologise, but there’s some actual prose around the halfway point haha

Can also be read here on AO3!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28323549

ngl I would actually recommend reading it on ao3 because of formatting hahaha but anyway enjoy!!

Pinch Hitter

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(11:43PM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMM

(11:45PM) Sam Suarez: yyyyea?

(11:45PM) Odd Della Robbia: XANA ATTACK. NUCLEAR SHIT. COVER FOR US PLSSSS SHOULDNT BE TOO LONG 🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀🙀

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: sure thing sure thing go save the world n shit 👍👍

(11:46PM) Sam Suarez: was only going to stay up late rewatching good omens anyway

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: hero. incredible woman. love of my life

(11:47PM) Odd Della Robbia: and say hi to you know who for meeeee 😻

(11:48PM) Sam Suarez: crowley is a fictional character odd, he cant hear you

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: but he's so sexy and strong 😻😻😻

(11:48PM) Odd Della Robbia: not as sexy and strong as you, ofc ofc

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: jesus odd go save the world already and leave me alone

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: SO COLDDDD 🙀🙀🙀

(11:49PM) Odd Della Robbia: still love you tho

(11:49PM) Sam Suarez: still love you too ok NOW GO

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Jeremie Belpois

(1:24AM) Jeremie Belpois: Samantha?

(1:27AM) Sam Suarez: sup belpois

(1:27AM) Jeremie Belpois: Motion sensor went off. Pretty sure Jim is out and about. Try to buy us some time?

(1:28AM) Sam Suarez: shit alright. i'll see what i can do. b-team already know???

(1:29AM) Jeremie Belpois: They do. The four of you work something out, please? Thanks.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: ofc. hey btw hows odd doing??? ok???

(1:30AM) Jeremie Belpois: 80 life points and going strong, Sam.

(1:30AM) Sam Suarez: sweet 👍👍

…

GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:31AM) Sam Suarez: what's our plan then home slices!!!!!!! 💪😤

(1:32AM) William Dunbar: Still don't know why I'm considered a b teamer but okay 😒

(1:32AM) Sam Suarez: don’t fucking complain william at least you get to be in the main group chat, 🙄🙄

(1:32AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ^^^^^^

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: Try getting added, then removed, and still being on the waitlist to rejoin

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: ouch lol

(1:33AM) Laura Gauthier: ANYWAY, we need a plan of action. Jim’s doing the rounds. Any thoughts?

(1:33AM) William Dunbar: I’ll go stuff Jeremie’s duvet 🙋♂️ Laura you go to Aelita’s, Sam come up with some sort of distraction 👉

(1:33AM) Sam Suarez: hold on WHY DO I GET STUCK WITH THE HARD JOB?? 😠😠

(1:34AM) William Dunbar: to prove yourself, young one. how else do you plan on getting into the lyoko warriors group chat?? 🤷♂️

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: SHIT U RIGHT… 👀

(1:34AM) Sam Suarez: its my chance… to shine

(1:34AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Why does everyone forget im fucking here?? Give me something to do????? 🙋😤🤦♀️

(1:35AM) William Dunbar: nobody forgot you sissi, shit 🙄 take odd and ulrichs room, if u think u can wrangle kiwi 🥝

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: i would like it on the record that i did in fact forget about sissi 🙋🙋

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: FUCK NO. THAT DOG DOES NOT RESPECT ME 😤😤😤😤😤

(1:35AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Also RUDE..

(1:35AM) Sam Suarez: priorities babe or the fucking world ends. your call tho!!!!!! ✌️🤪

(1:36AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: ………………. F I N E 🤦♀️

…

GROUP CHAT: Lyoko B-Team REPRESENT

(1:59AM) William Dunbar: @Sam Suarez What did you tell Jim?????? He’s 100% doing head counts now you dumb fuck 🤦♂️

(1:59AM) Sam Suarez: don’t take that tone with me dickbar, he’s looking for a sick GIRL. if you stuffed the fucking duvets properly we won’t have a problem, he’ll only be peeking into rooms anyway 😠😠

(2:00AM) Laura Gauthier: And what do you suppose happens when he finds NOBODY and comes to the conclusion that you lied to him? You have to think these things through, Sam, Jeremie’s not planning on doing any return trips if he can help it.

(2:00AM) Sam Suarez: yall are jerks, YOU put me up to the task of cooking up an excuse, don’t complain that it was shit!!!! geez!!!!

(2:00AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: God you’re all useless. I can fake-cry, I took a drama workshop over summer. I’ll take the hit but you OWE ME. 😤

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: there are no favours in this sissi, we took an oath. we are heroes of justice now and you don’t get compensation for saving the world, its superhero 101

(2:01AM) Elisabeth “Sissi” Delmas: Shut up Sam, you’re buying me dinner tomorrow. Take me somewhere nice 💅🙆😘

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: but i don’t date girls who only save the world to reap the benefits, this simply won’t work out 😔😔

(2:01AM) William Dunbar: Take your flirting to private message, I don't want to be implicated in this sordid affair if Odd finds out

(2:01AM) Sam Suarez: ahahahahahahaahahahaha we got a funny man over here

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Lololol

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: SHUT UP ALL OF YOU.

(2:02AM) Laura Gauthier: I can hear Jim coming, play it cool

(2:02AM) William Dunbar: Hahahaaha good luck 😂😂

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: You all alive……………..? 👀

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: we sure are, listen to this

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: sissi fake cried, told Jim she was having the worst cramps of her life and started listing off the side effects of the birth control she’s on. It was the greatest thing ive ever heard and im absolutely buying her dinner tomorrow, and yes it will be candle-lit 🍽️🍷💍

(2:07AM) William Dunbar: Holy shit. 👀 My deepest respect. 🙏 I will put in a good word with Master Belpois Himself, she deserves a seat at the grown ups table for this 🤷♂️

(2:07AM) Sam Suarez: no doubt no doubt

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: That was a close one. Sissi’s methods are unorthodox but hey, it worked. Next time find an excuse that doesn’t create more work for us, all right, Sam?

(2:08AM) Sam Suarez: shit you’re ungrateful as fuck. Damn . 🙄🙄

(2:08AM) Laura Gauthier: I’M JUST SAYING

(2:08AM) William Dunbar: Come on, lets not fight, I’m too tired for this shit 😴

(2:09AM) Sam Suarez: so go to bed, dumbass

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(2:59AM) Odd Della Robbia: guess who just got DEVIRTUALISED!!!! 😹😹🔫🔫

(3:02AM) Sam Suarez: oh no, poor baby, you were doing so well

(3:03AM) Odd Della Robbia: right????? fucking megatanks, im telling you, they suck so much 😿

(3:03AM) Sam Suarez: well, if you’re out of points now, come by my room and we can play animal crossing together

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: would that i could, sam, would that i could

(3:04AM) Odd Della Robbia: but theres a fucking building contractor lurking somewhere in the factory, xana-possessed, trying to take me the fuck OUT 🙀🙀🙀

(3:04AM) Sam Suarez: just tell him you’re not interested????? Its what i told sissi earlier

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: ahahahahahahahaha

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: first of all, WOW WE GOT A FUNNYMAN OVER HERE

(3:05AM) Sam Suarez: lololol

(3:05AM) Odd Della Robbia: second of all, i demand to hear that story as soon as i get back. Nobody turns sissi down and gets away with it 👀

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: well, i cant help it

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: my heart… belongs to another… a mr odd della robbia… im in the throes… of love… 💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: OH!!! SAM!!!!!!! 😻😻😻💓💓💓

(3:06AM) Odd Della Robbia: luv u. So much

(3:06AM) Sam Suarez: same same lololol

(3:07AM) Odd Della Robbia: when i get back we ca

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: ????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: odd????

(3:07AM) Sam Suarez: come in, funny man????

message failed

(3:08AM) Sam Suarez: odd if you die i will be so mad

message failed

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Ulrich Stern

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Hey Sam, it’s Ulrich

(3:10AM) Ulrich Stern: Einstein has another favour to ask

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: first of all you dont have to tell me its you, the app TELLS me whos messaging me, this isnt a text

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: second, tell me my boyfriend isn’t getting fucking murdered by a building contractor 😠😠

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Huh???

(3:11AM) Ulrich Stern: Oh yeah. He’s holding his own but there’s not much time. You need to go keep watch outside Jeremie’s door while Laura transfers some files. If we get busted and she can’t complete the file transfer… well. The world does actually depend on it, so. Yeah

(3:11AM) Sam Suarez: isnt william the better option anyway?? Isnt he only like 3 doors down from you 🙄

(3:12AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s not answering. Probably asleep already, he’s a dumbass. Please, you’re our only option, Sissi isn’t answering either

(3:12AM) Sam Suarez: oh theres a GREAT story behind that but i’ll let her tell it tomorrow

(3:13AM) Sam Suarez: and fine, but seriously is odd okay?? If this dude is more than 5’5 he’ll have a problem taking him down, you know how scrawny he is

(3:13AM) Ulrich Stern: He’s tougher than you think, Sam. Trust me on that one.

(3:14AM) Ulrich Stern: (Also I am about to go save him from getting his ass beat)

(3:14AM) Sam Suarez: all right all right

(3:15AM) Sam Suarez: but hey stern, when this has all blown over, we’re having a serious talk about promoting me to the big leagues

(3:16AM) Ulrich Stern: ...Big leagues?

(3:16AM) Sam Suarez: im talking main group chat, my guy. MAIN. GROUP CHAT. 👏👏

…

DIRECT MESSAGE: Odd Della Robbia

(3:30AM) Odd Della Robbia: im coming mi amore… i beat up a fully grown man with my bare fists… pushed him down some stairs… it was amazing 😼💯

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: please say you didnt break any bones, belpois isnt planning on reversing time right???

(3:31AM) Sam Suarez: like even if was going to kill u he was only possessed by xana

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: heh i broke nothing!! Im a hero of justice after all 💪😼

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: ulrich may have given him some bruises tho 😹

(3:32AM) Sam Suarez: ehh i’ll take that over this guy waking up with fucked up limbs and shit

(3:32AM) Odd Della Robbia: no doubt no doubt

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: …

(3:33AM) Odd Della Robbia: anyway, night sam 💞

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: oh, ok 🙄

(3:33AM) Sam Suarez: night, stupid. love you ❤️

…

Despite his parting message, Odd shows up anyway.

He slinks into her dorm room as it draws to 4:00AM, half-heartedly kicking off his shoes at the door and closing it with a softness that’s surprising given how exhausted he looks; almost as though it is second nature at this point to keep quiet, avoid drawing more attention. Her boyfriend is a professional, after all, when it comes to saving the world on the down-low.

Samantha watches Odd from her desk, where she is sat up browsing Twitter and waiting for the inevitable ‘we need you to do something else before the night is through’ messages from Jeremie. She’s been listening to the same Jay Som song on loop for over an hour now, and it leaks quietly from her laptop speakers, a strange extra layer of ambiance to the puzzle that is the hour before birdsong begins. A Baymax-patterned blanket is thrown around her shoulders for warmth, and there’s an empty can of energy drink within arms reach.

“Wrong room,” she says in a low voice, expecting him to jump anyway; he doesn’t. Instead he squints at her in the dim light, leaning back against the door with a weary sigh. “Didn’t think you were coming.”

“Wasn’t, but… here I am.”

He doesn’t really elaborate further than that.

“Ulrich know you came this way?”

“He stayed behind to talk things over with Jeremie. The overbike got fucked up in Lyoko and they’re gonna upgrade it or something. Jer-bear needed to know the specifics about his experience driving it so they can do some fine-tuning, I think. Y’know, so he doesn’t drift too far and plunge into the digital sea. Shit can get real bad, real fast.”

“I’ll bet. So, you triumphed over evil tonight?” she guesses, shutting her laptop lid and rising to her feet. Her blanket trails behind her as she does. “XANA can’t attempt to destroy the world for another 24 hours?”

“You know it,” he says, yawning. “And now, it’s bedtime.”

Thank fuck they don’t have classes tomorrow. She’ll happily lie in til noon with Odd, catching up on these lost hours.

Sam steps over her skateboard and some laundry she kicked aside earlier, a little embarrassed that her floor is so messy, but she knows Odd is too tired to even comprehend the state of her room right now. As it is, he’s swaying a little while standing, stifling a yawn against his hand - it’s only a matter of time til he crashes.

“All right, guess you’re here to stay. Hop in.”

“Did you know? You’re a goddess. An angel. A truly spectacular woman among women,” he mumbles.

“Flattery won’t give me back the hours of sleep I lost sending Jim on that wild goose chase earlier,” Sam muses, wiggling under her covers, still bundled up in the blanket like a crepe. She doesn’t know the full story, nor does she imagine she’ll get it until tomorrow when the group meet up for lunch - something about XANA threatening to blow up a reactor on some nearby building site, creating some devastating damage to the local area - but at this point she’s too tired to listen and Odd is too tired to explain.

Odd flops down on the bed beside her.

“Thank you for helping us out,” he sighs, too tired to even look at her. His limbs are all floppy. If she nudged him off the edge of the bed now, he’d probably just fold up like a pair of pants and stay there til morning. “What did you do, exactly?”

“Told him I heard someone crying in the bathroom and thought maybe someone was unwell,” she says with a shrug. “Jim checked the girls bathroom and did room checks, which gave me, William and Laura some time to sneak into your respective rooms and act as extra head counts. Just being under the covers was enough, I don’t think he was doing anything more than cursory peeking into rooms with a tiny flashlight. Wasn’t the most innovative red herring to give him, but it did the trick.”

“If it keeps them off our backs, the creativity isn’t worth factoring in,” Odd murmurs, tugging off his jeans and chucking them at the wall opposite. The impact scuffs the wall slightly, but Sam doesn’t care. Delmas doesn’t give them shit about damages to the room unless it makes the room completely uninhabitable anyway, which is why there’s a literal hole in her wall through to the room next door that she’s had to artfully cover with a Front Bottoms poster.

“Anyway, Sissi distracted him. I’ll let her tell the story herself, it was fucking hilarious. Then Ulrich messaged to say he needed me to keep watch while Laura sent over some files from the computer in Jeremie’s room to the supercomputer, which - I mean, in this day and age, why the fuck doesn’t he keep everything on the cloud anyway? So I was stuck doing that, because apparently, William had already fallen asleep again, the fucking lug. Can you believe that? You’d think, being your Lyoko pinch hitter and all, he’d be better at staying awake.”

“Oh, I can believe it,” Odd drawls, tugging off his shirt and balling it up, sending it to land atop his crumpled jeans with a flourish. He rubs his eyes and peers around. “Got that old shirt for me to sleep in?”

Rolling her eyes fondly, Sam reluctantly peels back the bedsheets once more and pads over to her wardrobe, pulling it open and sifting through until she finds what she’s looking for; an old Hootie & The Blowfish T-shirt, handed down to her by one of her older brothers. It always hangs right off of her, so on Odd’s scrawny frame, it’s basically an Ebenezer Scrooge nightgown.

“Here.” She tosses it over to him and he wriggles into it happily. “You might as well keep it, these days you wear it more than me.”

“If I walked around in a band shirt that hangs off me like a smock I’d never hear the end of it from Ulrich,” he says with a laugh, flopping back against the covers and sighing deeply. “He makes fun of my little chicken legs enough as it is.”

“Well, I love your little chicken legs, so he can keep his opinions to himself.”

She slides into bed beside him and he’s cold to touch; the freezing factory, coupled with walking back in the chilly night air, must have really done a number on him. He snuggles against her happily, mumbling, “Can I warm my feet on you?”

“Will you respect my wishes if I say no?” she retorts. He grins as she sends him a knowing look, before placing his feet, two tiny, stinky blocks of ice, against her shins. They both pull the covers up over their noses, staring at the ceiling in dazed silence for a few moments, before she adds, “He won’t miss you when you get back?”

“Not likely, I don’t fucking spoon him to sleep, Sam,” he snorts. “He’ll be too tired to care where the fuck I’ve snuck off to, and he can handle anything Kiwi throws his way, so it’s fine. I’m sure he’s capable of connecting the dots.”

“Fine, shithead, I’ll drop it.”

She continues to stare up at the ceiling, but she can feel his keen gaze on her, and rolls over to face him. He watches her carefully.

“Are you mad at me?”

“What? No.”

“Even though it’s nearly four in the morning and you spent the whole night covering for us?”

“It’s what happens when you agree to saving the world, isn’t it?” she points out. Sam’s eyes adjust to the darkness, and she notices for the first time that there’s the beginnings of bruises around his neck. She reaches up to trace them with her fingers, and he instinctively wriggles away. Her breath catches in her throat. “…XANA did this to you?”

“Actually, it was a building contractor,” he corrects. “He started to choke me, but then Ulrich got him in a headlock and next thing you know… we pushed him down some stairs.”

“It must have been scary,” she mutters. At that, his face melts into a smile, and he prods at her face.

“You’re so serious! Sam, trust me, this happens all the time. I’m indestructible, so it’s fine.”

“How else am I supposed to react, huh? My boyfriend comes home with strangulation marks on his neck and you want me to be all cavalier about it…”

“Because I’m used to it.” Odd pauses. “Well, not strangulation in particular, but getting hurt on the job is kinda everyday stuff.”

Sam scowls. “You're not supposed to pretend like this is normal, Odd.”

“What, you want me to cry and be vulnerable on you?”

“No.”

“You do.”

“Okay, fine, I do! What about it?!” She fixes him with a stern look. “You have to be careful! What’s the point in me staying awake and making distractions and shit if you’re just going to fucking die at the end of it, huh?��

“I’m not going to die.” He cups her face in his hands and fixes her with his own stern look. “Look. I know you haven’t been doing this long, but this happens, okay? Not always, but it does. I mean, you remember the kind of fights you used to pick with me when I would come over with these bruises without telling you why.”

She thinks back to the months leading up to him finally telling her the truth. How scared and hurt she felt, seeing him with these cuts and scrapes, bruises, occasionally even a sprain. She’d gone through all the possibilities in her head - bullying, hate crimes, mugging even. Still, he refused to budge, until one day he just… stopped pretending it was all some big coincidence.

“It was scarier not knowing,” she decides. “At least this way I know what you’re up against, but… I don’t know.”

He leans forward and kisses her on the nose. “I promise you I’m fine. But look, part of being a Lyoko pinch hitter is knowing things get hairy sometimes. I’m gonna get hurt from time to time but if I don’t, the whole world explodes. Or, okay, maybe not literally , most of the time, but I’m like, a drop in the bucket.”

“Well, you’re a drop in the bucket who matters to me,” she reinforces. Staring into his eyes, she can feel her body relax slightly. “Look, I’ll drop it. I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“Good. Now, can we please sleep? I am so tired, I’m starting to forget who I am. You’re about to encounter Grinch Odd, and he’s no fun whatsoever.”

“Oh, is he the one who said my face looked like a beet that one time?” she wonders, raising her eyebrows at him. He groans and pushes her away, covering his face with his hands.

“How many times do I have to tell you XANA fucked with my speech?” he grumbles. “Completely scrambled my words. I was going for beautiful.”

“Sure, sure. When in doubt, blame it on XANA?”

“I mean it! I would never call you a beet! A potato, maybe…”

She shoves him and he both winces and laughs. “Oof, that guy did a number on me.”

“Yeah, well, I’ll beat him up for you then.”

“You’re going to beat up XANA?”

“Sure, how hard could it be? I’ll just like, reach into the supercomputer with my full fist-”

They both burst out laughing and fall back against the pillows.

Once it trickles out, she blinks sleepily at the ceiling.

“I never really thought about how long you guys have been going without us, though.”

Odd quirks an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“Us. The B-Team, the Pinch Hitters. The Lyoko Warriors’ freaking PR Team! Without someone pulling the strings you must have run into all sorts of trouble, right?”

“Oh, yeah,” Odd laughs. “We used to have the authorities trying to invade the factory. Almost got expelled by Delmas. I almost got sent to a psych ward before, that was fun.”

“Jesus, Odd. Why did it take you so long to introduce other people to the fray?”

He shrugs. “No clue, really. One day we just kinda realised… sometimes it’s better to have people around. No man is an island. That can apply to groups too, I guess.”

“And why would you trust me?” Sam presses on, arms folded over her chest. “Sure, I’m your girlfriend, but I’ve hurt you before. I mean really fucked you over. That whole thing with William…”

“You had no way of knowing,” he says firmly. “It was stupid and immature, sure, but how could you have known?”

She shrugs. “I’ve just been thinking about it, I guess.”

They both lapse into silence, but beneath the covers, Odd reaches for her hand.

“I trust you because I trust you,” he says eventually. “And because if we need some big Lyoko Warriors PR Team, I’d want you at the helm. Who else is going to keep William from swaggering off the side of the planet? He can be kinda self-absorbed.”

“Sissi,” Sam deadpans.

“And who else is going to keep Sissi from turning every XANA distraction into a fucking performative art piece?”

“...Okay, fair.”

“By the way, you still taking her out to dinner tomorrow?”

“Apparently. You should tag along as my date.”

He laughs. “No way, I’m no third wheel.”

Sam leans forward and kisses him gently, before muttering, “By the way, I told Ulrich to get me in the main group chat. Think he’ll do it?”

“Absolutely not,” Odd says cheerfully, kissing her back. “But nice try. Here’s to next time.”

…

GROUP CHAT: Into The Lyokoverse

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois added Sam Suarez to Into The Lyokoverse.

(9:48AM) Jeremie Belpois: @Everyone Look who decided to show up!

(9:52AM) Yumi Ishiyama: Oh Hi Sam

(9:59AM) Aelita Schaeffer: hey, look who made it to the big leagues!!

(10:10AM) Odd Della Robbia: SAMMMMMMMMM !!!!!!!!!!

(10:12AM) Sam Suarez: !!!!!!!!

#codesecretsanta #code secret santa #code secret santa 2020 #code lyoko #code lyoko evolution #samodd #writing

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toutallyahoe · 5 years

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Strange

Requested By Gifted To: My dearest, sweetest, precious angels: CN and Nyan

Pairing/s: Aziraphale x [Name] x Crowley

A/N: Hello, hello, hello~

This is the project I've been whining on about losing my sanity over and I'm still not finished on it but my angel CN liked to read a not so long ass one chapter thing, so I'm dividing it into parts.

Also, a very late anniversary gift for my darls~ Our anniversary was in July 20th, so I apologize for this being so, so late.

My Jove, what have I done to deserve such angels as friends? #blessed

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The first time the angel and the demon had met him was... to say the least, interesting... and strange...

It was a normal day for the two beings, both were on their way to go to their meeting spot in London, St. James' Park, well, the demon running a little late than the angel who was already sitting patiently by the bench and watched the ducks on the lake swam merrily and on occasions, coming closer to some people who were throwing food for them to eat.

As the angel, Aziraphale was his name, was waiting for his more demonic companion, someone had taken a seat on the other side of the bench where he sat. Of course, the white haired being had noticed and had momentarily turn to look at the person who sat, it wasn't the demonic companion he was waiting, that was a fact.

The person who had sat in the exact bench where he was was a man. And not just any man, he was human but the angel had trouble with the scent of his. It was strange but the human didn't seem to mind as he was reading a book. Aziraphale decided to look at the human, he was curious to say the least. The angel had noticed the man's [Hair color] hair brushed back with some locks ruining its neatness. His clothes was rather a bit appropriate for the weather, it was consist of a dark gray (almost mistaken as a black) slim button up dress' shirt with the contrast of the collar is perfect for casual and formal setting from its plaid pattern fabric, its sleeves rolled up till the upper of his elbow. A plain black pants and as he was about to discreetly look and see what the other male's type of shoe was, the said man had spoke.

"Good morning," the [Hair color] haired man had said as he had not even looked up from his book. Like he knew the angel was looking at him. And as for Aziraphale, flustered that he might have been caught gazing at the human, he sputtered out his own greeting. "A-ah, yes-- u-um, g-good morning," the angel had softly and embarrassedly said as he turn to look at the lake to hide furthermore embarrassment.

The white haired being felt his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, how stupid was he to look at a random man far too long? His mind had already screaming at him that it was inappropriate and not to mention, most certainly creepy. Oh, the Almighty, may she strike him already from the embarrassment he had don--

"It is, isnt?" Aziraphale was snapped from his deprecating thoughts by none other than the man he had (creepily) stared at awhile ago. The angel took a moment as he turn to look at the [Hair color] haired male who was still reading his book, pushing his glasses (that the angel now had noticed) on the bridge of his nose to not fall as he continue to read.

Finally, the angel processed what the man had said as he sputtered out a confused, "pardon?"

The [Hair color] haired man merely continue to read with his lips twitched upward. He didn't answer the angel's question which made Aziraphale even doubted he talked again after the greeting but the white haired being was confused on what he meant. "Pardon me for asking but," Aziraphale started as he looked at the man, "what did you mean?" The angel finished as he watched the [Hair color] haired man had paused on his reading to turn and look at him briefly then looked at the lake with a smile on his lips.

"I have meant what I had said, but have I said what I meant?" The man cryptically said which brought confusion to the angel. The [Hair color] haired had narrowed his eyes to look at the white haired being beside him for a brief second as a chuckle then left his lips from the odd look of distress and confusion plastered on the angel's face.

"Ah, I meant to say was; it is a rather good morning," he cleared as he looked at the ducks that passed by his sight from the lake, a soft smile on his lips. "A lovely morning if I had to say so myself," he mused as he then turn to look at his book and read again.

Aziraphale was confused. Although the [Hair color] haired man had already answered his question, it was so cryptic that he can not understand. Wanting to know what the man really meant, the angel scooted a bit closer to where the other male sat as he watched the [Hair color] haired man read. "Can you elaborate on what you had said?" The angel softly asked, not wanting to be seen demanding or rude to the odd and cryptic man.

He merely gotten a hum from the [Hair color] haired male as he ignored what he had said and read his book.

"Don't you think, it is a good morning?" The [Hair color] haired man had asked out of the blue as he looked at the confused angel, not answering the other's query. Aziraphale just now noticed he had [Eye color] eyes gleaming with amusement behind the clear lenses of the black framed glasses. The angel, not wanting to be embarrassed or come off as rude, answered him. "Well, it is a rather pleasant day..." Aziraphale softly said as he look up to see the bright blue sky with the sun shining brightly, the clouds rolling by. It was a pleasant morning, he had to say as he then looked at [Hair color] haired man who nodded at his answer.

"Yes, it is rather a good morning," he had said as he slip the small bookmark that was held by his index and middle finger to the book as he then closed it shut and placed it on his lap. "That is what I have meant on what I had said," he had said as the other nodded on his answer, he then turn to look at the angel with a smile on his lips. "Good morning," he greeted as the angel sent him a greeting and a smile aswell. "Ah, yes, good morning," Aziraphale softly said as the strange man turn to look at the lake in front them. Following his lead, the angel looked at the lake aswell and watched how the ducks play and eat whatever people had to throw at them to fed.

A calm silence had captured the two as Aziraphale was back to waiting for his companion and off with his daydreams while the still unknown man (to him) watched everything that had passed by the lake. Occasionally, there were people that had passed by from where the two had sat but none seemed to pause and take a break. It was calm, the day was, like the [Hair color] haired man had cryptically said was lovely as the sun still shone its rays, blessing everyone below it with light.

It was quiet until the [Hair color] haired man decided to break the silence again.

"Are you waiting for someone?" He had asked, out of the blue which made the angel out of his thoughts. Snapping his head to turn and look at the man beside him, Aziraphale nodded. "Ah, yes," he answered. "I am waiting for a... friend of mine," he explained as he watch the [Hair color] haired nodded at his answer.

The angel thought the man would continue on to start a conversation but he was wrong. Silence came again but this time it was rather distressing to the angel as he tapped his feet to the ground as he turn to look at what was in front of him again. Furrowed his eyebrows as he pondered why the man had asked him but didn't continue on. It was... strange and the angel was rather curious of him. With a few seconds of pondering, the angel decided to ask a question.

"What about you?" Aziraphale asked as he briefly looked at the [Hair color] haired man then back to the lake. "Are you waiting for someone aswell?" He was rather nervous. Was it to straight forward? Bloody hell, now he takes back on asking the man. He was a stranger for goodness sake Aziraphale!

He was berating himself again when the man's voice had promptly had taken him out from his thoughts.

"No," the man had said which made the white haired being look at him. "I am not waiting for anyone really. I am merely here to enjoy the morning, perhaps also looking for an..." The man had trailed off as he turn to look at the angel beside him with a smile on his lips. "-- adventure, if you will," he had finished as he look at the book he held on his lap then back onto the lake.

His words made Aziraphale feel that feeling on confusion again. Adventure? What does he mean? The angel wondered what the man really meant but that still made him nod to not be rude. Again, silence came which honestly made the angel's anxiety raise. Oh bloody hell, my Jove was he not liking this one-sided awkward silence of his and the cryptic man he sat beside.

"So, um," Aziraphale started as he tried to think of anything to start a conversation with the [Hair color] haired man. "Um... what did you meant when you said you were looking for an adventure?" Aziraphale finally thought of a topic which made the man directing the question smiled as he continued to look at the lake.

"Nothing really," he had answered to the angel's question. "I merely am bored and want something exciting to happen," he had said as he momentarily looked at the white haired being who was still staring at him, his smile still intact on his lips as Aziraphale noticed that gleam in his [Eye color] eyes. "It would be lovely if something did happen to lead for an adventure, dont you think?" The [Hair color] haired had asked to the angel as Aziraphale nodded.

"An adventure would be... nice," Aziraphale had said as watch the man looked at what is in front of them again, the angel was curious about. A hum left the [Hair color] haired man's lips as he close his eyes. A thought had slipped on his mind as he opened his eyes back to see a child pass by with her mother, he assumed, trailing behind with a smile on her lips as she chased after the little girl.

"It would be interesting if the world would go into an... apocalypse," the man had abruptly said as Aziraphale almost choke on his own saliva. "Don't you agree?" He had asked as he tilted his head to look at the white haired being who was trying to breath normally and calm his "heart". There was a gleam of something behind those [Eye color] eyes of his but the white haired being didn't seem to catch them when he was too busy trying not to choke on the air he was breathing. The [Hair color] haired man's question made the angel have a slight panic attack, as he look at the man in the eye.

"N-no! I don't agree!" The angel had disagreed without hesitation. Those words coming out like nothing as the memories of a near death experience of Armageddon, failing to save and have it destroying life and war between heaven and hell flashed through his mind as he immediately shut his eyes tight and shake his head. God, he didn't want to experience that ever again.

Opening his eyes again and looking at the man beside him who had asked that ridiculous question, he saw the man had raise a brow at him, waiting for him to continue on his answer and also from his strange actions. "I-I mean... erm... uhh," the angel began to sputter as he raise his hands and rub his temple. God, he wish the Almighty would just strike him now.

"I-It would be catastrophic a-and... and absolutely cause devastation!" He explained as he look at the man who's eyes gleamed in amusement but had nodded on his explanation. As Aziraphale tried to find the correct words to have his disagreement on the topic explaining further, he heard the man beside him hum. "Well, you do have a point," he heard the man say as he nodded with no hesitation. The angel swore the [Hair color] haired had muttered something underneath his breathe but he didn't put it in mind as he agreeded.

"Of course!" Aziraphale had said. "I-I mean... having an apocalypse would just destroy everything and leave nothing but chaos and destruction," he softly muttered as he looked at his lap. His hands curling into a fist as he remembered he and his demonic friend almost failed to save the world from its impending doom, his actions had made the [Hair color] momentarily look at the angel curiously but didn't push further on the topic. He could see how uncomfortable the white haired being was to it. It was strange but who was he to be nosy in other people's business?

"Yes, it would," the man had agreed which made Aziraphale uncurled his hands as he snap his head to look at the [Hair color] haired man, the other merely sent him a small smile when he had noticed the white haired being had looked at him. "Good morning," the man had said again.

It made the angel tilt his head in confusion. This man greeted him again? But remembering the [Hair color] haired man's cryptic words awhile ago, maybe he was stating that the morning was good? Aziraphale was bloody pondering what did he mean again when the man continued.

"I realized that I have not introduced myself yet," he had said as he look at the angel while a soft smile on his lips. Raising his hand towards the white haired being, he finally said his name. "The name's [Name] [Last name]-Hewitt, and you are?" The man, [Name], introduced as Aziraphale took his hand had gave a firm handshake. "Nice to meet you Mr. Hewitt," he had said. If Aziraphale had to be honest, the man's last name, Hewitt, was oddly familiar to him. Somewhere deep inside his mind was saying that this man beside him, the one he was shaking his hand too was... familiar. It was strange but he pushed that thought back in the back of his mind as his words had made the said man shake his head.

"No, please, just call me [Name]," the [Hair color] haired man had said which Aziraphale nodded in understandin. "Ah, alright then. Pleasure to meet you, [Name]. You may call me Aziraphale," the angel introduced himself.

[Name] seemed to be taken back when Aziraphale had told him his name. Slowly taking his hand away from the handshake, a small smile formed on his lips. "Aziraphale you say?" He muttered which the white haired being look at him in wonder on his change of demeanor but nevertheless, he nodded, albeit a bit confused though.

"Um, yes, that is my name," the angel had said which made [Name] smile more, the angel had noticed the strange gleam in his eyes behind his glasses.

Aziraphale flushed when [Name], his new acquaintance had leaned closer towards him as he hesitantly raised both of his hand in front of his chest to make a small wall between him and the human. "Umm... can you move a bit?" Aziraphale softly had said as he saw [Name] look at him for a few seconds before he went back to his place. Still had that smile plastered on his lips.

"Sorry about that," the [Hair color] haired man apologize as his eyes soften at the white haired being who was trying to calm himself down. "I just... I was just... your name..." The angel heard him softly say.

"What about it?" Aziraphale asked. He regretted his decision really as what comes next that left the [Hair color] haired man's lips made him panic.

"It reminds me of an angel's," [Name] had said as he look at Aziraphale with amusement in his eyes. "Do you believe in... in angels, Aziraphale?" He asked.

"W-what's not to believe? T-they're beings that exist along with the Almighty," Aziraphale stuttered, berating himself from giving such a dumb answer. His mind was scrambled and he did not know what to do. He was panicking. The white haired being didn't eased when he noticed the [Hair color] haired man smiled at his answer.

"Yes," [Name] had said with a gleam in his eyes. "It is true but in other religion, they do not exist..." Aziraphale heard as his breathing was becoming more erratic. Where was that demon when you need him? The angel really does get into too much trouble and he is silently praying inside his mind on where the bloody hell was his demonic friend is. Stuck in traffic?!?

"Are you an angel, Aziraphale?" [Name] had abruptly asked after a few minutes of silence had passed when he was too busy connecting the dots while the white haired being was too busy trying not to cause a scene, which made the said male freeze and start to panic when the [Hair color] haired male's words registered to his head. Aziraphale didn't dare to look on [Name]'s [Eye color] eyes and instead looked at the ground as he felt the man moved a bit closer towards him again. This caused him to panic more.

"W-why do... why d-do you think I a-am one?" Aziraphale hesitantly said as he finally looked [Name] in the eye. "I-I could maybe have really religious... parents," he tried to save himself as he cursed himself for stuttering. He heard the [Hair color] haired man hum but Aziraphale saw he was not convinced. At all.

"Maybe... but it is not common to be named with an angel's name," [Name] had said as Aziraphale shake his head. "T-that is true," he agreed but he immediately tried to justify himself again when he noticed he almost outed himself. "B-but that does not mean I can't have... one?" The angel trailed off with uncertainty in his voice.

The angel was having trouble keeping calm as the [Hair color] haired man stared at him with those [Eye color] eyes of his. It was so stran--

"Uh, hi guys," a bored voice had said that made the two males turn to look to where they heard the voice was an to the angel's relief, it was Crowley, the friend he was waiting for because he was (very) late.

Crowley, looked at his angel distress friend and then to the [Hair color] haired human, raising a brow when he had smelt something... strange. Whatever it was, the demon had shrugged it off and instead had sat between the two males, the two scooting over to create space for him to not be awkwardly touching each other. As the demon had sat he turned to look at the white haired angel as he began, "Sorry about being late," had apologized. "You know how traffic is in Queen Anne's Gate," the red haired had said and then shrugged as he then remembered that there was another person beside him.

The demon turned to look at the [Hair color] haired human, confusion in his eyes but was hidden by his sunglasses.

"And hello to you...?" He had said and trailed off, a bit confused about a human really but the demon looked at him, head to toe and hummed. This one was... interesting.

"Good morning," [Name] had said with a smile on his lips and a gleam in his eyes. Aziraphale who was beside Crowley, despite rather still panicking from awhile ago, smiled at the demon's confusion. "Um... yes, good morning to you too... I guess," the demon muttered as he looked at the [Hair color] haired man who merely continued to smile at him. It made the demon a bit... peeved. That smile...

It's bloody fake...

"It is good, isn't it?" Crowley snapped out of his thoughts as he look at the human with a raised brow. Just like Aziraphale before him, he was confused. "What?" Came put of the red head's lips which honestly made the white heard angel bit his bottom lip to not let out any chuckles leaving.

Ah, he will definitely enjoy this. Especially how the demon in the middle of him and the cryptic man he acquainted for is too easy to rile up.

The [Hair color] haired man merely hummed as he momentarily looked at the lake then back to the confused red head. "I said, "it is good, isn't it?"" He said again as he then looked at the white haired angel who was cupping his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

"Don't you agree so, Aziraphale?" [Name] had asked the angel who let out a small laugh leaving his lips. His actions had resulted into Crowley snapping in his direction and the angel fully knows the demon was glaring at him through those black colored lenses of his sunglasses, which made him bit his bottom lip to contain his laughter again as he looked at [Name].

"Yes, I do," Aziraphale had breathlessly said as a small laugh left his lips again when he saw Crowley turn to look at the [Hair color] haired man, probably glaring at him aswell.

"Ugh, can you lots just tell me what?" The demon annoyedly asked as he saw the human's lips twitched.

"Good morning," [Name] merely said which made the demon roll his snake like eyes behind the darkened lenses of his sunglasses. Hell, he was so irritated and confused right now.

"Yes, yes, good morning," Crowley had said as he look at the [Hair color] haired man in the eye. Those [Eye color] eyes was honestly quite familiar... strange. Snapping out on whatever dazed state he was in, he continued. "Now can you tell me what you meant?" The demon asked. His questions brought a smile on the angel's lips as he remembered what would be [Name]'s next words.

"I have meant what I had said... but have I said what I meant?" There it is... and now for the confused and stupefied question...

"What?"

And with that, Aziraphale laughed. Despite being confused and distressed when he had dealt it earlier, it was amusing to watch how the [Hair color] haired confused others, especially his demonic friend. The angel didn't mind the annoyed glare directed at him by the said demonic friend of his as he continued to laugh. "Honestly, just bloody tell me. It's getting really annoying," the demon grumbled when he had turn to direct his glare to the confusing and cryptic man beside him who merely smiled at him like he did nothing wrong. Which was really true, except annoying the demon.

"It is a lovely morning is what I have meant," [Name] finally cleared which made the demon beside him grumble incoherent words as he look at the lake. The [Hair color] haired turned back to look at the red head and was about to say something when he had realized...

"Ah, pardon my manners," [Name] had said as he smiled at the sunglasses wearing male. Raising his hand to the demon, he introduced himself like he did with Aziraphale who was now calm and not in the verge of a panic attack from that strange yet amusing conversation he had witnessed. "My name's [Name] [Last name]-Hewitt, but feel free to call me by my first name," the [Hair color] haired had said as Crowley looked at his hand and then grabbed it. Giving a shake as he nodded.

"Mine's Crowley, Anthony J Crowley actually but Crowley will do," he had said as he rose a brow when he saw the [Hair color] haired man's eyes gleamed.

"Interesting..." The demon heard him mutter as he then flash him another smile. The red heard hesitantly nodded his head as he felt the angel beside him freeze on what [Name] had said. Confusion, like the angel awhile ago, is what Crowley had felt as he didn't know what the man had meant. As he was about to ask, there was a ring heard among the three. The two beings looked around to find where the noise was only to see the man beside them had already fished out his phone from his pants pocket and had a small frown on his lips.

"Oh bugger, of all the times, they need me now?" [Name] softly muttered as he turn off his phone and stood up from his seat, he had then turn and sent the two beings a smile and nodded. The book still in his hand.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you both but I'm afraid I had to leave now," the [Hair color] haired had said as Crowley had raised a brow from what he had heard from the man ha said awhile ago but nevertheless, he nodded his head while Aziraphale, although had an... odd (and panicking) encounter with him, the angel had sent him a small smile.

"See you again, [Name]," the angel softly said. "It was a pleasure meeting you aswell," Aziraphale had added which made the demon shrug and nod. "What he said," the red head had said, getting a small chuckle from the [Hair color] haired who sent them a smile again.

"See you both soon aswell, have a good morning!" Came his good bye as he turn and started to walk away from the two beings.

Aziraphale and Crowley ahd watched that strange and cryptic man walked away until the two beings couldn't see him then. Quiet, the two were as Aziraphale turn to look at the lake while his demonic companion lingered and watched where the path the [Hair color] haired man walked away.

"He was... strange, wasn't he?" Aziraphale broke the silence as the red head demon turn to look at him and them look at the lake. A hum left his lips to show he agreeded. "Aye, he was," Crowley had said as they watched the lake where some ducks passed by from the waters.

"Do you think we will meet him again?" The angel asked as he turn to look at his demonic companion who turn and looked at him aswell. The red head shrugged as his lips formed into a tiny frown. "Who knows," Crowley had said as he recalled that cryptic man's face. "Maybe..."

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shesthewindandsea · 5 years

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if the lord dont forgive me, i’d still have my baby (and my babe would have me)

Summary: It's snowing tonight in Soho. The air is frigid and the ground is wet. Inside a bookshop, there's a demon experiencing the greatest crisis in known human history, but the angel sitting with him thinks he may be able to help.

Beginning Notes: So I’m starting to pick up on a pattern. Seems like whenever I wanna write something this bastard is always at the center of everything and really, what am I gonna do about that? Plug him apparently. @ineffablefool Go read this idiot’s stuff, it’s kind of good I guess I’m totally joking it’s all fantastic but yall should know that by now if you’re here. And!! @scribblemakes go look at all his art right now!!! It’s absolutely fantastic and beautiful and honestly freckled Crowley is one of my favorite things in the world which is why that’s basically what half this fic is about. The other half is just Aziraphale being chubby and getting kisses everywhere. This is literally the softest thing I have ever and will ever write in my entire existence. I have nowhere to go but down.

Oh and the title is from a Hozier song, yeah we’re all really surprised I know. The song is called Work Song and I recommend you listen to this version just because it’s fantastic

Outside the doors of the bookshop, the evening air is still and quiet. Snow is falling silently from the clouds passing slowly in front of the moon. It’s quite a spectacle to all the children watching from their bedroom windows, eyelids heavy and blankets tucked up to their chins. All eyes, though laden with sleep, are ashine with a kind of innocent joy that can only come from a child. They’ll fall asleep thinking about a day off from school spent making snow angels and throwing snowballs and causing a general ruckus as they run in-between strangers on the sidewalk. They’ll certainly be disappointed when the morning comes and the world outside is barren of any snow, the lingering warmth in the stonework from the overcast sun that afternoon melting the snow once it touched the ground. Tears will, no doubt, be shed over the lack of highly anticipated snowman building material. This is, quite possibly, the biggest upset in known human history.

Inside the bookshop, however, a much different story is being told. The cold winter air pushes up from the floorboards, through the gap in the front doors, through the crack in a window frame. Even with the sharp cut of the frigid air filtering into the close quarters of the backroom, it didn’t have the chance to make the room any colder than Aziraphale willed it to be. The space heater glowing with a warm orange light in the corner may have also helped the process along and replaced the silence with a gentle hum and the occasional sputter.*

*Aziraphale had initially started out with an ornate fireplace at the back of the room. He was rather proud of his craftsmanship and was excited to show off his recent update to Crowley once he arrived. That was, until his demon burst through the door with a slam and in a deranged panic, raving about the pungent smell of smoke and wallpaper burning, tears streaming down his cheeks and I couldn’t find you. Aziraphale wasn’t particularly attached to the fireplace, anyhow. A space heater will do the job just as well, dear, no need to fret.

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The air smells faintly of old parchment paper, book binding glue, and leather. The scent never seems to fade and Crowley suspects Aziraphale has something to do with that as well. Most humans find it somewhat distasteful and often find themselves making a rather startled face upon entering the shop followed immediately by an amusing and unattractive nose crinkle.

That doesn’t always drive them away, though, and Crowley becomes further amused while Aziraphale would get rather frumpy, forming the most ridiculous and petulant pout he’d ever seen. The angel would make sure to use extra binding glue those days, making the smell all the more pungent.

It makes Crowley want to kiss him. So sometimes, he does. He’ll lean over the front of Aziraphale’s workstation, tap the angel on the shoulder, and when he looks up, Crowley will try to snag a kiss from the angel’s lips. Occasionally, he’ll miss and land on his forehead or cheek, but nonetheless, Crowley is satisfied.

Other times he’ll let Aziraphale brood loudly about the shop. He’ll put a little more force into his step and his double chin will become just a bit more pronounced as he tips his head down to keep his glare directed toward the floor. The emotions flicker across his face clearly displaying the war going on inside his angel’s brain, torn between politeness and some drastic steps that would “gently” encourage any potential customers quickly back out the door and onto the street.

You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here and all that. Thank you and have a nice day.

Crowley would lean next to the till and watch, just basking in the presence of his grumpy angel. He used to pretend like he wasn’t watching. Like every minute he spent around Aziraphale wasn’t worth every second of secrecy and denial. His glasses did a lot of that work for him then. But now, things were different and Crowley didn’t want to waste a moment of their time together pretending anything.

Moonlight lurks in the gaps of the shutters and gently attempts to creep across the floor hoping to reach the back of the old, lumpy settee. The moonlight hopes it can linger in the white curls of the angel currently residing there before the demon in his lap notices and gets jealous. Let it never be said that the moonlight is frightened of Crowley’s jealous indignation — though it will admit it’s become quite familiar with being on the receiving side of Crowley’s hissing and it knows well what it’s like to face the demon head on.

The biggest upset in human history inside the bookshop? Well, it’s just that Crowley couldn’t press his face any closer into Aziraphale’s belly. Not without knitting their skin together, fusing cell by cell, permanently pressing his cheek into the grooves of each individual stretch mark kissing the angel’s stomach, thighs, arms.

If only, he laments. If only he could remain here forever, his nose pushing into the available skin between Aziraphale’s waistband and where his shirt has come untucked, waistcoat and coat discarded long ago.

If he could just bask until the end of time in the skin-on-skin contact, the soothing scrape of Aziraphale’s perfectly manicured nails gliding through his hair and along his scalp while the angel’s plush thighs pillow Crowley’s head and neck. He longs to kiss the plump flesh there hidden beneath Aziraphaple’s sensible trousers. In the pitch black of the room, save for the warm glow of the heater and the errant beam of moonlight stretching towards them, (as if he wouldn’t notice it) he can’t imagine moving a single muscle for the next century..

If only.

Rather than linger on this particular tragedy, Crowley focuses his energy on appreciating exactly what he has in front of him right now, which is to say, absolute perfection. Even knowing he really has nowhere left to go, Crowley pushes his nose into the fat of Aziraphale’s stomach, groaning at the all warmth and love stored there. His arms snake tighter around his angel, squeezing. His fingers just barely brush each other behind Aziraphale’s back, forcing him to sit forward just a bit.

Aziraphale makes a noise that Crowley thinks is supposed to be something like annoyance and scolding, but it ends up sounding more fond to him than anything else.

“Really now, dear. Your nose is poking me and it’s quite unpleasant. You’re going to have to release me.” In response, Crowley chooses not to move a single inch and grumbles something low into Aziraphale’s tummy. The angel can’t help but shake with laughter at the sensation. Crowley’s face curls up in an impossibly doting grin and though Aziraphale can’t see the full extent of Crowley’s adoration, he can feel it pressed into his body and somewhere low in his rib cage where he is positively thrumming with unadulterated affection.

“I’m sorry?” Aziraphale speaks around his smile. One hand remains in Crowley’s hair while the other skirts over his shoulders and under the collar of his shirt to rest his palm on Crowley’s bare back. He can feel the curve of Crowley’s spine and the way he moves with each inhale and exhale. He can feel Crowley’s heartbeat in his hands.

The demon pulls back just enough to speak.

“I said,” Crowley drawls, “‘S impossible. Can’t move.” Each word comes out a hot puff of air against Aziraphale’s skin and it sends a shiver through his entire body.

“Is that so?”

“Mm. It is. Wouldn’t lie to you, would I, angel?”

“Ah, well,” Aziraphale teases, “wily and cunning serpent that you are, I never know when to trust you.”

“Shall I prove it to you then? I’m more than willing.” Crowley rolls away from Aziraphale’s soft middle just enough to stare up at the angel. His eyes glow like fireflies in the dim light and Aziraphale can imagine being swallowed by them, losing himself there for as long as it takes Crowley to blink. The hand in Crowley’s hair trails down the side of his face, caressing a sharp cheekbone and soothing his thumb over wrinkles in the corner of Crowley’s eye.

“You’re so beautiful,” Aziraphale whispers suddenly. He didn’t mean to say them, those words, but before he could stop and think, they were rushing up his throat, dancing across his tongue, sung from his lips like a prayer. Well, maybe not a prayer. Perhaps more like a song.

That happens sometimes, where he just can’t help himself. Crowley really is the most beautiful being Aziraphale has ever had the fortune to happen upon. And the words just come so naturally. The need to show Crowley how much he loves him, how much he positively adores him, fills him up like a helium balloon.

The guilt consumes him, sometimes, when Crowley isn’t looking, when he isn’t around to remind him. All that wasted time and all the hurt he had caused. He knew and yet everything felt so hopeless. It felt like vines weaving throughout the gaps in his rib cage, his heart and lungs constricted, struggling to beat and inflate.

And then Crowley would be there, standing in front of Aziraphale with hands on shoulders, grounding him, asking if he was alright. Or he’d look up from across the room, abandoning whatever he was distracted with and meet Aziraphale’s eyes. Crowley would always just know from the look in his angel’s eyes, from the tight lines he held in his face.

And then Crowley would just look at him and Aziraphale would look back. And oh the poetry he could wax about everything he sees in Crowley’s eyes. His brilliant, splendid eyes saying the most brilliant and splendid things. I see you and I understand and I love you and perhaps, most importantly, I forgave you a long time ago. It’s okay. You never have to ask.

Crowley’s giving him that look right now, saying all the right things without saying them. His lips twist up in a soft smile that lights up his entire face and Aziraphale feels like he’s about to float away with all the love in his chest lifting him up.

Crowley rolls back onto his side, his face cupped by Aziraphale’s hand as it tenderly traces the edge of his mark. It stays there even as he turns toward Aziraphale’s round, soft belly and pushes the untucked clothing further up Aziraphale’s body. It rests precariously on the shelf of his stomach, exposing him to the musty air of the bookshop and Crowley’s sweeping gaze. His eyes are glazed over, half-lidded leaving Aziraphale waiting with bated breath.

Crowley has made it very clear to Aziraphale how much he appreciates the soft roundness of his angel’s corporation. Always kissing the swell of his cheeks and the folds in his neck, grabbing at his sides and hips. Aziraphale really hadn’t felt any inclinations either which way about the size and shape of his corporation over the last six thousand years or so; though, he had become rather sentimental after having it for so long. The same way one grows attached to a well-loved sweater. But being on the receiving end of all of Crowley’s reverent touches and constant praise certainly helped all those feelings along. And if it made Aziraphale feel more wanted and desirable, well no harm no foul.

Crowley releases his hold from around Aziraphale for a moment to grab hold of the hand covering his face, lacing their fingers together and slotting his bony fingers between the spaces of Aziraphale’s chubbier ones. His lips ghost over the generous give of the angel’s gut, starting from underside up the gentle slope until he reaches the edge of Aziraphale’s rucked up shirt. Then he makes his way across and then diagonal and eventually just anywhere he feels deserves more attention, slowly applying more pressure, lingering longer over each stretch of skin.

“You’re beautiful too, angel, so bloody beautiful. Wish you could see you the way I do,” he hums into Aziraphale’s tummy and sides and chest like he’s trying to tattoo the words there and Aziraphale is so overwhelmed by the brushing of lips against his bare skin that he can’t stop the long groan that escapes him. The urge to tug Crowley up, lose his hands in the long messy curls and just kiss every single freckle painted on the demon’s cheeks and forehead, wrists and knuckles, shoulders and back is overpowering.

“Oh, my darling. My dear sweet boy. My love.” Aziraphale could go on for ages. He’d call Crowley every endearment he’d ever read, heard and wasted time thinking up until he was red in the face. Until the galaxy was swallowed by darkness and the stars went supernova and the universe imploded. Until there was absolutely no question about the depth of Aziraphale’s love for him.

He would if he could, if he thought that they didn’t have time. He’d spend every moment making sure Crowley knew what he felt before they ran out. But that’s not the case. They have forever, infinity times infinity, and so he has the opportunity to take Crowley’s hand and led him into it. He doesn’t need to push him in and hope he knows how to swim.

Maybe he would try anyway if he felt he had any control over the irresistible need, the want, to pull Crowley’s lithe, lean body flush with his own. But as it turns out, Aziraphale is easily tempted and when it comes to his demon, he truly doesn’t have that control. He very quickly finds himself hauling Crowley up off his lap and pressing their bodies so close together that they could create a vacuum.

Their lips slot together and if the whole world didn’t already fall away every second they were together, it would now. All the tiny variations — the nuances of each individual moment, of every individual kiss — spark across the connected skin like neurons firing through the brain. Aziraphale can feel Crowley’s knees knocking into his hips on either side. He can feel Crowley’s eyelashes brushing against the skin just under his eyes. He feels that long skinny nose that poked him in the stomach earlier smushed against his cheek and he hears the sure rhythm of Crowley’s heady breathing echoing in his head.

Both pairs of hands wander — touching and testing patches of naked skin and soothing over wrinkled shirts, clutching handfuls of curls — and lips are soon to follow. Aziraphale keeps the promise he made to himself and thoroughly enjoys pecking at the hundreds of constellations of freckles he’s left behind, his kisses. Each spot overlaid becomes a shade darker, shines brighter against the white background. When he’s gone over every one he can reach, he begins to create new ones — one under Crowley’s chin, in the center of his cupid’s bow, just to the right of his Adam’s Apple — and they bloom like flowers, petals pushing apart and ready to greet the sun.

Crowley waits for Aziraphale to finish indulging himself while happily occupying himself with the skin connecting his angel’s neck to his shoulder — kissing, nipping, soothing over the marks with his tongue, rinse and repeat — by working around and under the collar of his shirt. His hands skirt up outside of his angel’s thighs and creep over his hips in of search the abundant flesh waiting for him at his angel’s waist. Once he feels the lack of clothing separating his hands from Aziraphale, he latches on, squeezing in random intervals. There’s just something so satisfying about the way it crowds his spread palms and fills the emptiness between his fingers. Something that makes him think, Mine. This is finally mine.

“Had your fill of me yet, angel?” Crowley teases lightly as Aziraphale finally sits back and looks Crowley in the eyes. His hands rub up and down Crowley’s back under his shirt.

“Not in a million years, my love.” Aziraphale places a final kiss on the tip of Crowley’s nose. The demon’s face scrunches up a bit in an attempt to cover up an utterly besotted grin, but he can’t quite manage.

“Got a reputation to uphold, you know.” Crowley says very seriously before wrapping his arms around Aziraphale’s neck and laying his head against his shoulder.

“I do know. Quite important, this reputation business. Perhaps we ought to refrain from such activities in the future. For the sake of your reputation, of course.” The audible smirk in Aziraphale’s tone is unbearable.

“Bastard. Don’t even joke about that,” Crowley growls, worming his way around his angel’s shirt to carve out his own section of bare shoulder, smacking it with a kiss which makes Aziraphale giggle at the sound and sensation.

“Well, then. I think we ought to head up to bed, don’t you? We’ve done quite enough sitting in the dark. I think I’d rather enjoy a bit of light reading.” Before Crowley can come up with a response, Aziraphale is standing up from the couch and lifting Crowley with him. He decides a contented hum and lazily wrapping his legs around his angel’s hips will do nicely instead.

Aziraphale’s socked feet make a muted thumping noise as he ascends the stairs to the flat above the shop. Soon enough, Aziraphale is using Crowley’s back to push the bedroom door open causing the demon to murmur some mild irritation and vague threat. He’s quite comfortable resting up against Aziraphale as he’s carried around though, much too comfortable to raise a real fuss.

That is, until he’s tossed onto their bed like a sack of potatoes, something like a oof! pushed out of him. He’s left cold on top of the covers while Aziraphale pretends to putter around the room, far too smug for his own good.

And so Crowley remains there, cold and uncovered, purely out of spite.

After changing into his pajamas, (a hideous set of mis-matching tartan, or so Crowley seemed inclined to voice on multiple occasions. Aziraphale finds them both stylish and comfortable) Aziraphale stands at the edge of the bed, tutting at Crowley’s behavior.

“Come now, Crowley. Get changed and budge over.” Crowley fixes him with a glare that lasts all of five seconds before he’s snapping his fingers — clothes changed and eyeliner removed — and rolls over to his side of the bed. He pulls down the covers on his side, flopping down onto his pillow, hair a fiery blaze behind him. Aziraphale does likewise and scoots into his spot, wiggling around to get comfortable. Crowley watches on with unfiltered glee.

He continues to watch his angel closely as he clicks on the lamp beside him and peels back the cover of some hundred-year-old Dickinson collection, his reading glasses having appeared on the bridge of his nose at one point or another. Eventually, Aziraphale looks over at Crowley, feeling his eyes on him.

“Yes, dear?”

“I love you,” he blurts out. “I love you with all your moldy books and useless glasses and your ridiculous lovely body. I love all of it.” Aziraphale smiles brilliantly and the room is suddenly much brighter. Crowley could swear celestial light is leaking from Aziraphale’s pores and shining from behind his eyes.

“And I love you with your reckless driving and your useless glasses and your pointy nose, knees and toes, elbows and ankles. I love every last piece of you, mitting.” (This was one of those phrases that Aziraphale had sat on for quite a while before he finally had a chance to put it to use.)

Aziraphale lifts an arm for Crowley and he’s immediately curled up against the angel’s side, arms stretching across the long expansive of the angel’s belly while leaving space for the book to balance against Aziraphale’s chest. Legs twist together hidden beneath the blankets and toes wriggle about in cozy socks. Crowley rubs his leg up against Aziraphale’s, pushing up the pant legs of both their pajama bottoms.

It’s not long before Crowley falls asleep still tucked under Aziraphale’s arm and eventually, the angel decides it would be best to get some sleep himself. He places the book on top of his nightstand, not bothering to mark the page, and miracles the lights out. Gingerly, he moves his arm out from around Crowley and instead, manages to sneak his palm under Crowley’s head while the other arm pulls Crowley in closer, tucking his head beneath Aziraphale’s chin. He allows himself a brief moment of appreciation, brushing his fingertips over the flat plane of Crowley back.

“Until the morning,” he whispers into Crowley’s hair. He finally starts to drift off while watching the shadow of each snowflake tumble across the top of the duvet.

The now silent world within the bookshop remains so until daybreak, the night’s snow a puddle on the sidewalk and the flakes’ shadows replaced with a combination of orange, red, and gold light.

Until a red-headed demon slowly wakes in the early morning light to the soft, vulnerable skin of an angel’s throat pressing into his cheek. He’ll lay there for a long time, basking in the morning light and the happiness he feels in that moment with the knowledge that he’ll have that feeling many, many times in the distant, and not so distant, future.

Then he’ll clamber out of bed, trying not to wake the sleeping angel, to start making breakfast in a dusty, outdated kitchen.

Until the angel will wake to find a vacant spot next to him, still warm. He too will get up from bed, though with far more coordination and less flailing of limbs. He’ll enter the kitchen and wrap his arms around the demon’s waist and inquire as to just what it is the demon is making.

“Nothing good with this kitchen, angel. Some bloody hedonist you are. Can’t even maintain a proper kitchen to make your own food.”

“Now, now, if you’re going to be that way, maybe I’ll just go to dinner without you tonight.” The demon will grumble and mumble but refrains from any further comment. The angel will force the demon to turn his head and offer a kiss as payment for the meal that will no doubt turn out very delicious. He accepts, of course.

Until that night when it starts snowing as the two walk home from dinner, the temperature dropping to temperatures much too cold for a fussy angel and his serpent. So the night ends much the same way it did previously: with the soft glow of the space heater in the corner where there once was a fireplace and curious moonbeams scampering across the floor.

It ends with an angel and a demon so absolutely besides themselves with kindness and hope and love that they forgot what the cold feels like.

#holy shit its almost four im so tired #this was supposed to be short what the hell #also for real go look at freckled crowley by scribblemakes that version of crowley will forever be drilled into me #and you all know how much i love ineffablefool hes the fuckin best dont get me started or ill be here all night #if youre not reading his stuff already i dont know what youre doing honestly #anyway yeah im gonna go to bed ill reblog this whenever i wake up #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #chubby aziraphale #crowley has freckles #ineffable husbands fanfic

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Hell-o there :) you guys wouldn't mind if I ask for your opinion in some... Bebops?

( Anonymous said: Psst aziraphale dont tell crowley I said this but the song love like you from Steven universe sounds like it was written for him. (Kidding you can tell him if you dont mind a moody snek after

Anonymous said: I have another song suggestion for you Crowley. Choke by I don’t know how but they found me (yes that’s their name)

Anonymous said: Crowley, I have a song suggestion for you, The Wolf- Siames (idk I thought you might like it)

Anonymous said: hey Crowley! I know you prefer Queen, but… ever heard “Church” by Fall Out Boy? made you think of anyone you know? :)

Anonymous said: Aziraphale you should listen to Pink Fluffy Unicorns Dancing On Rainbows. Maybe Crowley will help you find it on the internet. 🦄)

Crowley: For the love of all that is evil, do not call them ‘bebops’ again.

Aziraphale: Oh I knew that word was still in common usage! Crowley, you were wrong, there is someone else out there who still uses it =).

Crowley: ¬_¬ Aaaaaaanyway, I did listen to these songs. That first one is definitely not my style, but Aziraphale thought it was alright.

Aziraphale: I can certainly see what you mean about some of those lyrics too.

Crowley: I didn’t pay enough attention to the lyrics but I really doubt its relevant to me. Anyway, the ‘Choke’ one, that’s a bit more my style.

Aziraphale: I didn’t like that one very much…

Crowley: The Wolf was good too. So was Church, but I’ve listened to Fall Out Boy before so no surprise… And no comment whatsoever to your question. I’d make a CD of all your suggestions, ‘cept that first one, obviously, but it would just turn into Queen after a fortnight anyway, so why bother?

Aziraphale: I’m, erm.... a little confused about the song you suggested for me though... What... what gave you the idea that I would enjoy that particular song?

#ask blog #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #answered #the mod is also enjoying these song recs =P

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This Life Chapter 13

Title: This Life Chapter 13

Summary: Dean Winchester is the Vice President of the motorcycle club The Hunters. After almost 7 years in prison, he's free. But things have changed and Dean has to figure out how to put things back together.

Warnings: Language, violence, character death

AN: Thank you to the lovely @sams-serialkiller-fetish ! The song for this chapter is You Could Be Mine by Guns n’ Roses. And I know Dagon is one of the princes of hell and not Alastair, but the Horsemen are an old fashion group and don’t let women into the club.

Arizona

“Fuck!” Ramiel called out as Abbadon dapped at his wounds with peroxide.

“Quit your whining.” She said, blowing a red curl out of her face. “The less you wiggle around, the faster I can get this done.”

“Those fuckers are dead!” Ramiel called out to the others sitting away from him. “They made me scratch up my bike.”

“Do you think there’s a new relationship brewing between those asshole hunters and that club that shot out Ramiel’s tires?” Alastair asked, taking a beer from Dagon. “Thanks love.”

“I say yes.” Asmodeus said, his feet up on the table as he polished an old pocket watch. His good luck charm. “Why the fuck else would those two be out here?”

“Looking for Sammy.” Azazel said. “And, if they’ve found him, we can find him.”

“And get back at the Hunters.” Lilith added as she rubbed Azazel’s shoulder.

“I don’t care what we do,” Ramiel sucked down the whiskey that was offered to him. “Those fucking Hunters are going to die. All of them. Starting with Dean Winchester.” That’s when the door opened and someone walked in.

“Am I late?” A voice asked.

“Gordon. So good of you to finally join us.” Asmodeus said, looking at his watch before snapping it shut.

“I had to lay low for a little bit. Things are getting a little heated over in Texas.” Gordon explained taking a seat. “I have information that little Sammy is in fact in that new club in California. I’ve heard some whispers.”

“Whispers aren’t good enough.” Azazel said. “We need proof.”

“I can get you proof.” Gordon said. “But I have this that you might be interested in.” He handed over a slightly blurry image that had been printed off at a library. Gordon had been doing some recon on the new club.

And his findings really did interest the princes.

“He’s alive.” Azazel said, passing around the image to everyone. “That bastard is still alive.”

“You know what they say. It’s hard to kill a cockroach.” Abbadon said, seeing the image of John Winchester.

“Then I guess we need to squish him properly.” Ramiel said. “Gather the other members. I think we need to head to California.”

****

California

Dean was passed out on the couch, drool drying on his cheek. Benny had made himself comfy on the floor. The two Hunters didn’t want to go back to their room for the night. They had stayed up talking with John most of the night. Andy had come home early in the morning to John, Dean, and Benny laughing. He didn’t stay to talk to them. Instead, he went upstairs to talk to Sam about the night at the bar and how Meg broke some guy’s nose.

But when Dean woke up in the morning, Sam wasn’t there. Andy was snoring away and John was in the kitchen making coffee. Dean shuffled into the kitchen, stepping over Benny and rubbing his eyes.

“Morning.” John said, pouring some coffee into a cup. “Want some?” Dean nodded. John slid him the cup he had just poured and made himself a new cup.

“When does Sam get up?” Dean asked. John looked at the clock on the stove.

“He should’ve actually already left by now.” John said. Dean choked a little on his coffee. “You okay?”

“Where’s he going?” Dean asked.

“Business.” John said. “He’s really good at this. I wish we could’ve convinced him to stay in the Hunters instead of going to college.” Dean just nodded and sipped on his coffee. “If you’re not going back to Texas right away, I thought that maybe Andy could show you guys around. Maybe you’d like to hang out at the bar.”

“I’ve always wanted to be a bartender.” Dean laughed.

“I’m taking the day off. Damn back is acting up.” John groaned. “But Andy would be happy to have you and Benny around. Especially if we’re going to make a partnership.” Dean nodded. They had talked about it the night before. Dean and Benny were going to have to go back to Texas, and they were going to have to tell the others that John was still alive. But John wanted to stay where he was with the Wayward Sons. He didn’t want to take the reins of the Hunters again.

Benny and Andy came in a little bit later as John and Dean were talking. John nodded at the two of them.

“Morning.” Benny grumbled, going to the coffee pot that still had a little bit left in it.

“Andy, I want you to take Dean and Benny with you to the bar today.” John said. “My back is acting up, so I’m staying home. But I want you to show off to them.”

“Yeah, sure.” Andy said. “I bet Ruby and Meg will love having them around.” John chuckled some.

“We gotta go back to our motel room and change.” Benny said. “I ain’t going near them girls again with the same clothes on.”

“Doesn’t matter. They still have to look at your face.” Dean joked, rinsing out his cup. “Drink up and we’ll head out. I’ve gotta take a piss.” Benny nodded as Dean left.

Fifteen minutes later, Dean and Benny headed back to their motel to clean up and change before they headed to the bar to meet Andy. A bar, Dean’s happy place. Someday he would leave the club and start his own bar. He sometimes wished that’s what John and Bobby had started instead of an auto shop.

****

John enjoyed the house to himself for a couple hours before Sam came home. He had been working a deal for John. He was learning how to be a great negotiator. John was really proud of him, even if he never said anything.

“Hey dad.” Sam said. “Things went good.”

“Fantastic.” John said.

“Where’s Dean?” Sam asked, going to the fridge looking for something to eat.

“Benny and him went to the bar with Andy.” John explained. Sam let the fridge door slam and he flopped down in the living room.

“As good as it is to see him, can he go back already?” Sam asked. John sighed.

“They’ll get bored and head back soon.” John said, looking at the magazine he grabbed off the floor. Sam nodded and let his eyes close.

That’s when the front door burst open and three guys ran in. John and Sam barely had time to react before bullets were flying. Sam cried out as a bullet hit his arm. John grabbed his gun that was laying on the coffee table and fired, hitting one of the guys. But someone came in through the backdoor and pointed his gun right at John’s head.

“Howdy Johnny boy.” Azazel laughed. “God, I didn’t think you’d be going into Heaven, but to still be here on earth? That’s mind blowing.”

“Azazel.” John growled. He didn’t lower his gun.

“Easy.” Azazel said. He motioned for one of the guys to switch places with him. Sam was on the couch, holding his bleeding arm as Azazel walked over and sat down by him. “Hey there Sammy.”

“Leave him alone.” John said. “This argument is between us.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” Azazel hissed. “Now, why don’t you lower the gun so we can have a nice little discussion?” Azazel pointed his gun at Sam’s stomach then. One gut shot along with the arm wound and Sam would be dead. John looked between his bleeding son and the man with the gun before he clicked the safety on and lowered his.

“What do you want?” John asked.

“I want to know how you survived the fire.” Azazel said. “My informant told me how you were hiding out in California. It wasn’t that hard to find you once I knew that. You should cover your tracks better.”

“I’ll remember that.” John said. He started to get up, but Azazel clicked the hammer on his gun.

“Sit.” Azazel growled. John sat down again. “It’s rude to get up while we’re having a pleasant conversation.” John glared at him. “Now, tell me. How did you survive?”

“I got out before it caught.” John said. Azazel nodded his head.

“So that other charred body was one of my guys?” He asked. John nodded. “Well, that justifies this then.” He pointed his gun at John and shot, hitting him square in the chest. Sam screamed.

“Dad! No!” He made to get up, but Azazel quickly wrapped his arms around his neck, putting a perfect chokehold on him. Sam struggled to get away.

“Shh, shh. Relax.” Azazel said. “It’s okay. Naptime Sammy.” Sam’s struggles became weaker until he passed out, slumping against Azazel. “Shh, it’s okay.” He petted his hair, smiling some.

“Crowley.” Azazel said, getting on of his goons attention. “Go bring the van around so we can put Sam here in it. And that body.” He pointed over at the dead goon laying on the ground.

“What about him?” Crowley asked, motioning to John.

“Leave him. I don’t care what happens to him now.” Azazel said. “I got what I was after.” Crowley nodded and left to get the van. Things went quickly, even though it took three guys to load Sam in. Azazel and the others got on their bikes, ready to leave. Crowley was the last one out. He looked around at the broken in door, the blood, the chaos.

“I...I guess that’s what we do.” He mumbled to himself. He looked over at John and saw a little bit of chest movement as he sucked in shaky, shallow breaths. He knew he wasn’t going to survive unless something drastic happened. But he doubted that anyone was going to show up in the next twenty minutes or so to save him.

Crowley always carried markers and pens with him in his vest pocket. A lot of times, they would have to write something and he had seen one of the princes stab some poor kids fingers to get blood to write with. So he took to carrying writing utensils to save not only himself, but some of the others from being stabbed. He took one of those makers and wrote Horsemen in big letters on the wall. Because killing John was one thing, but kidnapping Sam was something else entirely.

Crowley ran out of the house then and headed back to Arizona, leaving John there to die.

****

It was later that afternoon when Benny and Dean returned to the house. Dean wanted to have lunch with Sam, and Benny was willing to tag along. They parked their bikes by the porch and Dean saw Sam’s sitting there.

“Good, he’s home.” Dean laughed. Benny smiled and they made their way up the porch when they noticed that the front door was wide open. Reacting, they grabbed their guns from their waistbands and made their way inside. They could smell the metallic tinge of blood. That’s when Dean’s eyes locked on the chair that held his dad’s body.

“Dad!” Dean yelled, running over to him. His head was slumped forward and his shirt was soaked in blood. “Dad!” He shook him, his head just rolling to the side. “Oh god.” He looked around and saw blood on the couch and blood on the carpet. “Sammy?!” Dean called out, but the house was silent.

“Dean.” Benny said, pointing at the wall Crowley had wrote on.

“I’m going to kill them.” Dean growled. “I’m going to kill them all.”

“We need backup on this one.” Benny said. “I’m going to make a couple calls but we will fix this.” Dean nodded and looked back at his dad. He was really dead this time. No smoke and mirrors this time.

But now, Dean was free from prison, and the Horsemen needed to be dealt with, once and for all.

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A New Life Chapter 16: Darkness

Dean x Reader

1350 Words

Story Summary: You’re a Demon who is trying to erase all the bad you’ve done, by helping the Winchesters. But the price to be good can be too much, even for a crossroads demon.

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With frustrated tears slipping down your cheeks, you stared down at the cuffs tight on your wrists. With devil's traps carved into the metal, you had a feeling you wouldn't be able to slip out of them. But you still had to try. Tugging as hard as you could, using the Demonic strength you hated, you pulled until your wrists turned bloody. It was no use, your strength quickly waning, either from the enchantment or frustration, you weren't sure.

Giving up on the cuffs, you caught motion out of the corner of your eye. As quickly as you looked up, you could see Dean moving towards the exit, no doubt planning on locking you up inside the stone chamber.

"Dean wait! Please! I can explain, just come back. Don't leave me in here." You were sobbing, begging, your pride long forgotten, left behind at that nameless crossroads. All you wanted was for Dean to stop and listen. For him to forgive you and unchain you from this cold room.

Your words made Dean stop, and for a moment hoped shined in your heart but was quickly shattered at his words. "There is nothing you can say that will ever make me forgive you," he spat, his eyes dark with anger. "So just drop the act already. It's getting old."

With those venomous words floating between the two of you, he slammed the door shut, blanketing you in darkness. Your heart beat furiously, so fast you thought it might rip out of your chest. You hated the dark. It terrified you. When you were first being trained as a Demon, Crowley would lock you up for days in his favorite pit, dark and deep, filled with anything your imagination could dredge up. All the while thinking it would squash your fear. His plan had backfired, turning a simple fear into something that could completely paralize you. Just another reason why you sucked at being a Demon. Because no Demon should be afraid of something as simple as the darkness.

Telling yourself that you needed to calm down, you tried taking deep breaths. Breathing in and out, counting to five with each inhale and exhale. But thoughts kept flying through your mind, reminding you that you could possibly die down here. The calm breathing vanished, your breaths getting shorter, your chest growing tighter, a panic attack on the verge of happening. Pulling as hard as you could on the cuffs, the chair groaning with your movements. Trying anything to break free. Missing the sliver of light near the door that slowly became a long slim line across the floor as the door opened.

The heavy door creaked as it was pushed even farther open, but you were so worked up you missed the sound of uncertain footsteps as they came closer. Missing the voice telling you to stop, that you needed to calm down. Promising that they weren't killing you. Yet.

You were still sobbing uncontrollably, big fat tears rolling down your face, soaking your borrowed shirt, your hands and ankles bloody and raw from your efforts to escape the darkened cell. You were still fighting, your body in the flight mode as you tried to reign in on your fright, but failing.

It wasn't until you felt the pain of liquid being splashed on you that you were able to slowly pull out of your panic attack. Gasping in pain, you stared at the steam rising from your skin, the pain excruciating. But it had done the trick, calming you out of your panic attack. You could still feel the after effects, your heart beating rapidly, your lungs gasping for any sort of breath, your eyes stinging from the salty tears (which is why Demons never cried), your wrists and ankles burning.

Looking through red, puffy eyes, you saw Sam standing at the edge of the trap, a silver flask grasped tightly in his hand, ready to splash you with holy water once again.

"Sam." You mumbled, your voice hoarse from sobbing. You weren't sure what you meant. If it was a plea for help, or begging him to hurry up and kill you. It would be better than watching the two people you cared about more than anything look at you with barely concealed hatred.

"What the hell was that?" Sam asked, screwing the lid back on the flask. "This trap is strong enough that your powers won't work down here, so there's no use trying."

You shook your head, the slight movement amplifying the pounding echoing through your skull. Moaning, your head was tilted to the side, trying to alleviate some of the ache.

"I wasn't trying to use my powers," You said quietly, knowing he probably wouldn't believe you, but you wanted to try anyway, hoping that finally someone would believe you that you hadn't meant to hurt them.

Sam seemed to ponder your statement, his eyebrows drawn tightly together in thought, as he unconsciously rubbed his thumb up and down the smoothness of the silver flask. "Fine, so you weren't using your powers. What were you doing?"

You knew answering this one could be tricky. Who would believe that a Demon would be afraid of the dark? It was like saying a vampire was afraid of blood, it went against everything in a Demon's nature to be afraid of the dark.

"You don't have to answer, I really don't care," Sam continued after you stayed silent, turning to leave the room and you panicked, knowing as soon as he left the room that door would close once again, leaving you in darkness. Completely at the mercy of your thoughts.

"It's stupid, " You started, causing him to stop in his tracks. Turning to face you again, he ran his hands through his long locks before tucking it behind his ear, a gesture that showed he was tired. Tired of being around you, or just exhausted, you weren't sure, but you hoped it was just exhaustion.

"What's stupid?" He asked, staying in the same spot, his face bathed in shadows.

"I'm afraid of the dark," You mumbled the words together, embarrassed.

"You're what?" He questioned, taking a step closer, curious as always.

"I'm scared of the dark," You said, this time loud enough for him to hear and understand.

It took a moment for the words to sink in, and then you watched as a smile slowly overtook his face, before he threw his head back and started laughing.

He was laughing so hard that he had to lean forward, placing his hand on his knees, and you sat there quietly waiting for him to finish.

A minute passed, and then he was finally able to calm down, wiping a tear from his eye, a tear of laughter that came at your expense.

"It's not funny," You frowned, wishing your arms were free so you could cross them in annoyance.

Sam stopped his laughing, once he realized you were serious. "No, really? A Demon that's afraid of the dark? I thought I had heard of everything."

"Well, I'm not like most Demons," You replied, and Sam came closer, into the trap with you. Crouching on his haunches, he was eye level with you. His hazel eyes shining through the shadows, eyes that were serious, and contemplating.

The two of you stayed that way, Sam seeming to see you for the first time as a Demon, and you unable to move. Even if your hands and feet had been free, you would have stayed, wanting to prove that you weren't evil, just in the wrong life.

"Hmm." Was all he said as he stood up, and once again headed towards the door. With his hand on the handle, he glanced back at you, his expression unreadable in the shadows, before he let go, moving out to the hallway. You watched until you could no longer see him before you noticed you weren't shrouded in darkness, Sam had been kind enough to leave the door open, maybe trusting you enough that he knew you wouldn't try to escape.

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