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ineffablegoodhusbandsomens · 5 years ago

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In the Beginning

I made another one! This one was basically born out of my love for Crowley being Raphael before he fell, and for them knowing each other during that time too. Bare with me, I was raised, and still am, Atheist. My knowledge of any biblical stories basically come from Prince of Egypt and Evan Almighty, so apologies for anything I got wrong. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

In the beginning, there was nothing. Then, he opened his eyes for the first time. Gold eyes looked out into the small crowd of 5 others like him, staring back at him.

My Archangels, meet the youngest, and final of your brothers, the Star-Maker Raphael he heard a woman’s voice say, and felt warmth seep into his bones, into his very soul. He felt how deep the love the voice had for him was.

“Archangel Rapha-” began a fair woman with long brown hair, before she was interrupted by a man with broad shoulders, purple eyes and a warm smile.

“No need to be so formal, Michael. Welcome, little brother. We are overjoyed to have you with us. I am Gabriel”, Gabriel said, and Raphael could feel the joy the Archangel felt towards him.

“I am Michael, as you surely know by now” said Michael.

“I am Uriel” said Uriel, a dark skinned Archangel, with beautiful gold markings adorning her face.

“I am Sandalphon” said Sandalphon, tall and broad.

“And I am Lucifer” said the final Archangel, stepping forward to greet his brother. He was not as tall as his older brothers, nor as broad, but he had a kind face, and mischievous eyes. Raphael felt the love coming from each Archangel, all aimed towards him.

All Angels are formed adult sized, unless She saw fit for them to be younger or older. But, they developed in their own ways. Raphael took to his duty as Star-Maker quickly, and happily. He created each star with love and care, knowing his was an important task. Each star he formed was unique in every way, and he loved them all. And, through his love for his stars, he developed a strong body, a kind heart, and caring hands. His eyes became less gold, and more a mixture of colors, and his wings slowly darkened, becoming a beautiful dark blue. As his love for his stars grew, they began to appear in his wings, his physical form reflecting his passion for his duties.

He watched as more Angels were created, and he happily took on apprentices. There was so much room in the night sky, and he had no need to feel greedy. Let others discover a love for the stars, just as he had. And he watched others choose a path with his siblings. Some chose to join Gabriel, and learn the ways of creating animals. Others chose to follow Micheal, and learn the art of fighting, and protecting. Most that chose that path were Principalities. There were those who followed Uriel, whose passion for teaching was taught to others, or Sandalphon, who taught Angels of love and reverence. And there were those who followed Lucifer, who showed the Angels the difference between right and wrong, guided by Her judgment.

And beyond star-making, Raphael was given the title The Healer, and Angels followed his teachings of healing, and protecting from other harms. He taught Angels how to heal and care for those in need. And for a long time, things were good.

Then, one day, a new Angel was created. This was nothing new, Angels were created daily, and Raphael, as an Archangel, witnessed every creation, welcomed every new Angel to the universe. He had been friendly to every Angel, and they, in turn, were kind to him. No 2 Angels were exactly the same, and Raphael loved them for that. Even the Angels created as twins were different, in their own right. He never wanted an Angel to respect him, simply because of his rank as an Archangel. Some still bowed at him, as they crossed paths, but most greeted him as one would an old friend.

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Archangels, Principalities, meet your newest, and youngest brother, Principality of the Eastern Gate, Aziraphale came Her voice, and every Angel could feel the love she directed towards the new Principality. The other Principalities were full of excitement, Raphael could feel it. They were a very welcoming family, always glad to meet a new sibling.

“Welcome, Principality Aziraphale. You have much to learn, and we are excited to teach you. I am the Archangel Gabriel, Archangel of Animals” Raphael could feel the love and joy Gabriel felt for the new Principality. Gabriel felt joy in meeting every new Angel, and Aziraphale was no exception. Gabriel always introduced himself first, as was customary. The Archangels introduced themselves in order of oldest to youngest, leaving Gabriel first, and Raphael last. But he never cared. They were all equal in the end.

“I am Michael, Archangel of warriors and defense”

“I am Sandalphon, Archangel of love and reverence”

“I am Lucifer, Archangel of choices”

“I am Uriel, Archangel of teaching”

And it was finally Raphael’s turn. He cherished every first meeting with every new Angel.

“And I am Raphael, Star-Maker, and Archangel of Healing”. Aziraphale looked upon each Archangel, and Raphael found himself unable to look away from the Principality. He was shaped the same as every new Angel, their physical differences coming as they develop who they are. But, he had shoulder length curls, the color of the brightest yellow star, and eyes as blue as the sky during the day. Raphael felt something stir in him that he had never felt before. It was stronger than his love for his stars, his love for Her. It scared him.

“I thank you for gracing me with your presence, Archangels. I am eager to learn from you” Aziraphale replied, bowing to each of them. He bowed to Raphael last, and their eyes met. Raphael did not want to look away, and he could feel the same desire coming from Aziraphale. He smiled kindly, and the Principality returned the smile.

Aziraphale, like so many Principalities, quickly joined Michael, and took to his training very fast. He learned quickly, and became a formidable warrior. His physical body changed with his duty, and he became strong bodied, but, his physical form changed with his personality as well, and he became as soft as he was strong. When he was not training, he found himself watching Raphael create stars, and heal. The Archangel never grabbed too harshly, never squeezed too tight. His hands were as gentle as he was.

It was not unheard of, for an Angel to learn from multiple Archangels at once, but it did not happen often. Which is why it partially shocked Raphael, when Aziraphale approached him one day, and asked to be taught.

“What do you wish to learn from me, Aziraphale?” asked the Archangel. Aziraphale found his face heating up, as the Archangel said his name.

“I wish to learn your ways of healing” replied the Principality. Raphael smiled. A Principality wished to learn how to harm as well as heal.

“How interesting. You’re learning how to fight, with Michael, and yet, you wish to learn how to heal. Useful skill to know, on the battlefield, for friends and foe alike” said Raphael, a soft, amused smile on his face. Aziraphale returned the smile, easily.

“One of the reasons I wish to learn from you” replied Aziraphale. Raphael felt his curiosity spark at the Angels words. He had found curiosity to be a natural state of his. He wished to know the true nature of things.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is one of the other reasons for wishing to learn to heal?” asked Raphael, and Aziraphale felt his cheeks grow hotter.

“Well, if I am being truly honest, I feel a connection with you, Raphael. I do not know why, but I find myself wishing to be close to you. I know it is wrong, and I know I should not feel this way for an Archangel, but I find myself drawn to you” said the Principality, and Raphael found himself smiling brighter than a supernova. The feeling in his chest returned, twice as strong as it had on the day of Aziraphale’s creation.

“Aziraphale, I feel that same desire towards you. I am drawn to you as well. I will happily teach you to heal, if it means I get to see you more”

The Archangel and the Principality spent much time together, as often as they could. Whenever Aziraphale wasn’t training with Michael or his fellow Principalities, he was learning how to heal, or watching Raphael make stars. He was so fascinated by Raphael. He was an Archangel, a being of magnificent power and strength. Yet, when he worked, he was gentle, caring. When Aziraphale needed help understanding something, he would explain it in a soft, calm voice. When he showed Aziraphale how to heal, he would demonstrate with the softest touch. Even when the Star-Maker thought he was alone, doing what he loved best, he was gentle, kind.

Aziraphale had seen him whisper kind things to the stars he created. He would shower them with compliments, Aziraphale could feel his love for each and every star. Aziraphale was shocked to find him longing for those compliments to be turned towards him. To see those kind eyes looking at him in such a loving manner. But the Principality knew he should not feel this way for his friend. Knew he shouldn't feel such longing. Angels were beings of love, yes. But the love they felt was never meant to surpass their love for Her. They were not meant to fall in love. They were not meant to want other Angels, especially an Archangel.

He decided not to focus on it so much, instead choosing to focus on the time he spent with Raphael. The Star-Maker fascinated him, especially when it came to making stars. Aziraphale wondered how he did it. It was always a beautiful process, in the Principalities eyes. So many colors whirling together, gasses and liquids combining, breaking apart, with such a remarkable end result.

One day, he finally asked the Archangel.

“Raphael, how do you make stars? The process is always so breathtaking, and the end result is always so beautiful” asked Aziraphale, and the Archangel found himself blushing.

“It’s not difficult. I reach into the cosmos, and pull out atoms and elements. And then, I just mash them together and see what happens. It’s nothing spectacular, really” Raphael said, and Aziraphale smiled.

“Perhaps not to you. But I am mystified, every time you make a new star. And you treat each one with love and care. No one star is treated more highly than the others” said the Principality, a blush rising on his own cheeks.

“I can teach you, if you like” said Raphael, almost a whisper, but Aziraphale heard him.

“I’d like that very much”

Soon Raphael began teaching Aziraphale how to make stars. They started seeing each other once a day, for hours on end. Aziraphale continued going to his training with Michael, but the Archangel had started noticing the Aziraphale’s fighting was far more careless as of late. Almost as though the training was taking up vital time out of his day, and the Angel had better places to be. And, in a way, he did. He was soon creating stars without the Archangels help, and the experience overjoyed him. The two of them grew closer than ever, and the feelings they had for each other more than doubled. They developed jokes that only they understood, formed memories only they would recall, and created nicknames only they would respond to. Aziraphale began calling Raphael ‘Nova’, their word for when a star exploded. And Raphael, in turn, referred to Aziraphale as ‘Tevel’, though he refused to tell him why.

Before long, Raphael approached him with a brilliant new idea.

“A what?” asked the Principality.

“A Binary System. Two stars, orbiting each other. We each create one. It’ll be something unique, something special. Like you, Tevel” the Archangel said, and cupped Aziraphale’s face in his hands, brushing his cheek softly with his thumb once, before lowering his hand, and smiling softly at his Principality. No, not his. Aziraphale was his own Principality. The Principality in question did not seem to notice Raphael’s internal struggle, though he clearly felt the love behind his Archangel’s gesture. No, not his. Raphael was his own Archangel. Aziraphale blushed, both from Raphael’s gesture, and his own thoughts, at the overwhelming feeling of want for Raphael. Of need, a need to be with him eternally, until the end of the universe, the end of Her.

“I would be honored to make this system with you” Aziraphale said, and Raphael’s cheeks grew even redder.

“What shall we name them?” asked Raphael, a smirk growing on his face.

“Well, you clearly have an idea in place for a name. What is it?” Aziraphale asked, knowing the Archangel well enough by now to know he was being cheeky.

“Well, I was thinking of naming mine Rigil Kentaurus” said Raphael, with a laugh. Aziraphale raised his eyebrow in amusement.

“‘Foot of the Centaur’? Really, Nova?” asked Aziraphale, laughing with the Archangel.

“Well, what are you going to name yours?” asked Raphael, smiling brightly.

“Toliman” answered the Principality, a cheeky smile on his own face. Raphael laughed harder.

“‘The Two Male Ostriches?’ Tevel, you are no better than I” said Raphael, and they quickly set to work. They worked separate, but not alone, offering each other help when asked, and advice when needed. When they were finished, they were overwhelmed with joy, seeing their creations orbit each other.

“Oh, it’s truly beautiful, Nova! The most beautiful of your creations yet!” Aziraphale said, feeling tears catch in his eyes at the sight. He looked at Raphael, and saw the Archangel had eyes only for him.

“Our creation, Tevel. It’s beauty comes from you, not from me” said Raphael, bringing his hand up, to once more cup the Principalities face, and gently stroke his thumb to Aziraphale’s cheek. But, this time, Raphael’s hand stayed, and Aziraphale leaned into the touch, feeling Raphael’s love for him, washing over his entire being.

“Raphael, I must ask you. You could have approached any Angel of the ones you have been training to aid you in this creation. Why did you choose me?” asked Aziraphale, meeting the Archangels starry eyes, and seeing nothing but love looking back at him, as he leaned in little by little, until their foreheads were touching, until they were breathing each other's air.

“I chose you for one simple reason, Tevel. Because we are like them. Two stars, orbiting so close, they look like one, from a distance” answered Raphael, speaking softly, and intimately to Aziraphale, still gently stroking his cheek. Aziraphale closed his eyes, reveling in the touch, the care behind his Star-Makers words, in the immense love he felt in that moment.

“Raphael, there is one other question I w-” Aziraphale began, speaking just as softly as Raphael.

“You wish to know why I call you ‘Tevel’. It is because Tevel means two things. ‘Universe’ and ‘Everything’. You are my universe, my everything, Aziraphale. My other half. There is no me without you” Raphael said, and Aziraphale felt tears catch in his eyes again. Not from beauty, but from the overwhelming love coming from Raphael, all aimed at him.

“My love, I feel the same” Aziraphale said, and the Principality and the Archangel leaned in the last inch, and their two lips met. Neither knew why they did it, nor why it felt right, but it would not stop them. They were finally given what they wanted, what they were not supposed to have, but now, they had it, and there was no stopping them. It was Pandora’s Box, it was Eve’s Apple Tree, it was everything in between, and it was theirs. Theirs to cherish, theirs to have, theirs to protect, to steal. They had begun, and there was no need to stop, neither wanted to, but they did. Aziraphale was the first to pull away, and Raphael made a noise unbecoming of an Archangel, his lips chasing after Aziraphale’s, already missing their warmth. The Principality huffed a small laugh, and pressed his forehead against his Archangels. He noticed that in that time they were kissing, Raphael’s hands moved from his face, to his waist, and Aziraphale had begun holding his shoulders.

“Nova, I’m going to ask you something quite stupid. Know that you are allowed to accept or refuse. This is a choice you have” Aziraphale said, as Raphael tilted his head to the side just enough, so their faces were perfectly aimed, should they start kissing again.

“Yes?” asked the Archangel, sounding a little out of breath, which was odd, for a being who didn’t need air.

“Will you soul bond with me?” asked Aziraphale, and Raphael’s eyes opened. He looked anxious, but not in a bad way. Aziraphale understood. One of the first, and highest rules you were told to follow in Heaven, was to never show your soul to another being, not even fellow angels. Their souls were the culmination of their being. Exposing it left them vulnerable. Soul bonding brings two beings together as one, forever. It is not something done lightly, nor had it ever been done before. It meant you would be forever bound to the person you bonded with. You would know them as well as yourself, from their feelings, to their thoughts. Aziraphale knew this was something Raphael would need to thi-

“Yes” said the Archangel, and Aziraphale looked at him in shock. He was prepared. He knew it was what he wanted.

“From the day of your creation, I knew there was something special about you. I knew you meant something to me, something no other being could possibly counter. You are my other half. I am incomplete without you. I see no reason to keep our halves apart, in any way” the Archangel continued, and Aziraphale felt more love than he had ever felt in his existence. It was stronger than Her love for him.

“I agree” he said, and his lips met those of his Archangels once more, and he bared his soul to his love, and his love, in turn, bared his own soul. And there, in the darkness of space, two beings bonded, for the first time in the history of creation. Something happened that night. The fabric of creation shifted just enough. Things were changed forever, for all of creation, whether it had been created, or had yet to be made. An Archangel and a Principality became something more, something new. And out of their love, a third star appeared in the sky, near their creation. The third and final piece of Alpha Centauri.

When one of the two beings stirred awake, they were met with a voice they knew, and recognized.

My son, you have done a dangerous thing. You have bonded your soul to that of another Angels. There are consequences for that kind of action.

“I know. I understood the risk I was taking, and I do not regret it” he replied, feeling slightly defiant, for the first time in his existence.

I know. Nor should you. You and he were made to love one another. You were meant to fall in love. But now, the consequences must be faced. One of you must fall.

“I know. And I have already made my choice” Raphael said, looking upon the sleeping form of his love with sadness.

You chose to fall in his stead. You are filled with love for him, you will do anything to keep him safe.

“Yes” it was not said like the answer to a question. It was an agreement to a fact.

You must know before you do, my son, that this was always your path. My plan requires you to fall from my grace. It saddens me so, to be forced to send you from me. But, you are the kindest of my children, the only one who would have the heart, the understanding to live with humans, to keep them safe from harm. He is destined to be my guardian of the eastern gate of Eden. But, without you, his faith in Heaven will be unwavering. He needs you to guide him from that faith. If he does not, my creation will end in fire and flame. Without you to protect him, to help him see, he will not survive.

“I know. I will gladly fall for him. But, will we still be bonded?” he asked, needing to know.

Yes. I will not take this away from you. I am not able to. You shall forever be connected to him. But, he will forget. He will not remember this night, bonding. He will not remember you. But, his love will be there. I made him to love you, and I made you, in turn, to love him. You must show them what can happen if there is peace. He will still love you, now more than ever. You are now a part of each other. He will not know why he loves you. He will question it, he will doubt it, he will try to fight it. But he will not be able to. I am truly sorry, my child. Out of all my children, you were my favorite. You wished to know the true nature of things, yet, you did not want more than what you had. You were content to create beauty, and to heal. As a fallen, you will be unable to do either. But, you will have something no other fallen will have. Care, hope, love, kindness, and an imagination. You will lose your way, you will think I hate you, you will hate me in turn. You may even forget this conversation. But know, I hold you in my heart, always. You are falling because that is what must be done, for the world, for your love, your Tevel, to survive.

“I understand. I will miss my time with you, with him. But, if I am to fall to help the world, to help him, I will. Thank you, mother. Thank you for giving us love for each other” Raphael said, before standing up, and walking to his Principality.

“I love you, Tevel. Your mind will forget, but your heart, your soul will remember. I will cherish you always, and I await the day I can finally hold you in my arms once more” he said, kneeling down to the sleeping figure, and pressing a gentle, loving kiss to his other halves forehead. He silently stood once more, finding his eyes wet with tears, for the loss of his love, but also, for the hope of being with him again.

“I am ready”

Farewell, my son.

Aziraphale will awaken in a strange place he has no memory of, looking at beautiful stars. The Archangels will scold him for missing his training, but he will have no excuse. He will notice less Archangels than he remembers.

“Where are Lucifer and …….” he will ask, and the Archangels will reply, telling him, Lucifer and Raphael had fallen. Aziraphale will ask why, and the Archangels will tell him Lucifer questioned Her plan, and Raphael simply asked too many questions. And Aziraphale will believe them. But they will know, Lucifer chose free will, and Raphael chose love. They will grieve their fallen brothers for only so long. Soon however, more will follow in their footsteps, and chose, all falling from Heaven.

That is in the future. This is the present. And with a final, hopeful look at his loves sleeping form, Crawly falls to Hell.

#good omens #good omens fic #good omens before the falling #crowley was raphael #Ineffable Husbands

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ask-young-luci-and-gabe · 5 years ago

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how have y'all been? this goes for the person behind the blog as well

Lucifer: it's been very busy up in heaven. Father is creating like crazy right now. He's created these adorable big animals that have big fangs and they have retractable claws and soft fur. They make loud noises when you pet them! Gabe's been calling them saber tooth Tigers. But other than that, I've been pretty good.

Gabriel: [clutching a baby saber tooth tiger in his arms] They're so cute! Dad's calling them cats! He said he's gonna make many more! He said he's also going to try and make a counter part to them. He hasn't figured out a design yet, though. And I've been great! I've been having fun playing with Luci and pranking Mikey and Rapha.

Michael: Gabriel, those are vicious apex predators, stop treating them like your pet platypus. As for the ask, I am doing good as well. It's been very busy having to help manage heaven while father is busy but the work is rewarding.

Gabriel: [gasps] you know about Larry?!

Raphael: everyone knows about your pet. You're terrible at keeping secrets. Those saber tooth are going to eat him eventually.

Gabriel: i'm great at keeping secrets! I kept Luci's secret that he started the rumor of Michael having chicken wings!

Lucifer: [hissing out lowly] Gabriel!

Michael: that was you?! Everyone thinks my wings look like a chickens because of you!

Raphael: I'm surrounded by idiots.

(OOC: I'm doing fine, thanks for asking ❤ just very tired since I'm working a lot and sleep isn't a thing I tend to do a lot which is my own fault. I kinda was mostly lurking on Tumblr for several months so I'm getting back in the game)

#gabriel #lucifer #michael supernatural #young michael #young raphael #raphael supernatural #gabriel supernatural #young gabriel #young lucifer #ask young luci and gabe #supernatural

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azraelcfdeath · 5 years ago

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Silent Scream

Oxygen.

It was what humans needed to survive, to breathe.

Azrael recalled the first death by asphyxiation she had to comfort. How odd it had been when she had been so new to the concept of an end? She remembered clearly how the dying man struggled to do the very most simplest thing required of any living creature— to breathe.

Yet, she had never so closely understood the terror and sheer panic of the unknown. Azrael dropped her head back to the ground, clutching at her chest for who knows how long as she fought to pull air into her lungs. Panicked, sharp inhales and exhales racked her body.

Celestials didn’t need oxygen to survive, to breathe.

But she wanted to. She needed to. She needed to get a deep breath in and let it and breathe and think. She couldn’t think. Her senses somehow sharpened and dulled. Azrael trembled as she dug her nails into the flesh of her palm, desperately trying to center her attention on the pain to assure herself, yes, you’re here. You’re alive. You’re real.

Breathe, dammit!

Azrael gasped for air, curling her wings around herself like a shield against the outer world, wrapped in her own little cocoon of false security

What did being alive even constitute for an angel? They were powerful, timeless, that is until a deity deems you unworthy and without much thought destroys you, such was Raphael’s fate.

Raphael’s death.

The grief had felt so real. She felt the loss of the angels echoed within the very depths of her being, in her grace. She had felt it. But now, she realized it had been empty grief. Grief for a sibling that was not hers. Had she even spoken to this Raphael? Not her sibling. Not the Rapha she knew who had shielded her with his wings at Samael’s sentencing. Not the sibling who kept hold of her and kept her from speaking out of turn, the only time she had ever dared to try speak out to God.

She laid on the floor of the empty room, windows locked shut, blinds drawn, concealing herself in the darkness as if here she could escape God’s gaze. Here, Azrael pretend that she could remain unseen, untouched, uncorrupted.

Too late for that.

While her body felt aflame, the tightness in her chest squeezing tight as if a blade had been wedged between her ribcage, twisting at every inhale, the coolness of the tile floor seemed to be the only grounding element keeping her conscious of this moment, of reality.

Was it reality?

How could she know? Her Mother had revealed the truth. Only Lu, Jo, and Rami were her siblings here. That’s what She had told her and though that felt right, like pushing the final piece of a puzzle into place or finally aligning a rubik's cube. Azrael could not find it within herself to trust it.

She had memories in this universe, memories of her siblings, memories of her Father... of Adonai. She could recall her joy at the feeling of snow under foot at its creation, tugging His hand wanting to see more, the sheer delight in experience Earth’s first snow. The most daring rebellion she partook in, the one time she spoke out of turn and His response: ❛ Tell me one thing sweetheart. Do you think I am unjust? ❜

YES .

She wanted to scream at Him. But her voice would not come.

Azrael had long held the belief that God had his reasons. That who was she, a mere creation of His, to question anything. But the truth was, He was not her creator, not her Father. But just as she was a pawn to her Father, she had been a pawn to Adonai, just the same.

God was unjust. The world created in His image was unjust.

Why had she led her to believe that, for once, she was cherished and loved? Azrael had never been a fool, knowing that angels were not truly children but weapons and soldiers. She never allowed herself to embrace the delusion, the illusion of family in the sense that humans understood.

Her own Father had made her role clear. She, an archangel, was to serve without question, that a hierarchy existed among angels, even among archangels. Azrael was dutiful but her importance was simply that. She was obedient. The jewels upon her Father’s crown had been her older brothers— Amenadiel, Michael, Samael, Raphael, and Gabriel. The only time she had importance was in service to furthering His plan for her brothers. The last time she recalled He directly spoke with her, the first time in what seemed centuries, was to revive Lucifer, for their Mother had escaped. Again, she was merely a tool for a greater plan.

And it was a role she long accepted.

Yet, in this universe, with this God, she found not just a Father, but a Dad. Maybe it was simply the manipulation, she knew the intoxicating nature of divinity. But she felt safe, she had felt loved.

More lies.

Azrael rolled onto all fours, pushing herself onto her feet. Her breathing finally leveling out as she stumbled to the balcony. She opened the drapes and stared out into the twilight. Struggling with the lock, she could not get trembling fingers to cooperate, she finally unhinged the door, stepping out towards the wind and crisp, sobering night air.

It was clearer now that the initial shock wore off. She did not know what memories here had been manufactured but she knew hat memories existed before. And sibling she had lost was not Raphael, it was Uriel.

Her little brother. Her responsibility. His blood was on her hands and the vividness of her grief, of the dirt under her nails as she dug him out from the grave Lucifer had left him in. His still body, accusing eyes starring at nothing, no afterlife, no anything, courtesy of her blade. It was her weakness that cost him his life. Her failure to do what she was tasked. There were no excuses.

The Uriel of this universe had become familiar to her. Mayhaps not as familiar as he was in her memory but she knew at least in light of recent events, she had held him in her arms, offering soft words of comfort. This Uriel she could protect, a second chance, perhaps? Maybe a hidden kindness and redemption in this damn cursed existence.

This Uriel was stronger, more defiant, it caused him more pain and consequences, but stronger was good. Stronger meant a survivor, truthfully, something her own little brother had not been. But strength of any sorts was no match for a God’s wrath.

Screw the consequences.

There was nothing left to lose. She was tired. Too tired to sort through muddled memories and feelings. She would not fib and try to fool herself. Even with the truth, she still cared about the survival of these angels even if they were not her direct kin. It hurt more to care than to walk away. At the very least, now, she was armored by the acceptance that maybe an end was not so terrifying.

She swallowed the anger once more, burying it deep within. In order to enter the city and not raise suspicion, she had a part to play. The role she long perfected, the obedient daughter, the sweet sister who would never dare stir trouble. The plan remained the same, survey the current climate in the Silver City, then find Uriel, and after that, do whatever needs to be done. Azrael stepped onto the balcony’s railing, stretching her wings, eyes up towards the Silver City.

She needed to speak to Michael.

#long post tw #event: the irrevocable

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fciledhim · 5 years ago

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The fallen archangel was spending the day working at the Sin’s house, and currently was helping in the kitchen with cleaning the dishes. There had been nothing out of the ordinary as far as he knew, he’d arrived at the house on time as always and quickly gotten to work with cleaning the hallway and living room. Though he had jumped at the chance to help Jonas in the kitchen, even if it was just to help with the cleanup.

He must’ve gotten at least half way through before he felt there was something... Off. He could feel an anger and rage that was not his own, yet Uriel felt it deep in his core. He was confused at first, until he realised who’s rage it was. H I S. Knowing his Father was mad left the fallen incredibly uneasy, hands pausing in their task. Stomach churning with anxiety.

Not sure what else to do, he tries to reach out. Without his grace, his link to his family was almost non existent but it was still there. Focusing hard, from within he notices the faint presence of his family’s grace. Gabriel’s grace lingering around his neck from their fight, the warm feeling of Michael’s hug, even the very faint presence of Lucifer’s. But where was? Frowning, Uriel focused more. He should feel Rapha’s easily, it hadn’t been too long since they had last seen each other.

As time goes on, his search for any presence of his brother get more and more desperate, though he was forced out of those thoughts when he heard a loud crack break across the sky. He looked up and out the window, and his eyes widen when he spots the crash of light and dark. Yet, it wasn’t his brother. An explosion like that... Nothing below a God could create that sort of impact. Was it... Chuck? He couldn’t feel his brother at A L L.

His hands slam together in prayer in a last ditched attempt to reach him, and his hands tremble where they remain together. Yet he senses nothing. His panic continues to rise, until a dawning realisation comes over him. He’s gone. Uriel’s breath catches, not wanting to believe it. Refusing to believe it. He couldn’t be gone, no way. A sob leaves his lips, and the archangel drops to his knees and s c r e a m s. It echos through the house, pain and anguish evident in his voice.

His big brother, the one who’d picked him up after so many sparring sessions. The one who was always willing to heal him when he was hurt. The one he weaved flower crowns with and wore them for the rest of the day. The one who despite all his flaws had loved and cherished him anyway. The one he’d hurt in such a selfish way not too long ago. He feels an ache in his chest and his cries get louder and uglier.

It isn’t long before he hears footsteps approaching but he ignores them. Slapping the arm that reached for him but they were insistent. He glances up and sees Envy standing above him with a blank face, giving away no emotion. The Sin merely drags him up by the arm and leads him through the house away from prying eyes. Up to his room where Invidia deposits the mess of an angel onto the bed and takes a seat on the chair across the room.

Invidia wasn’t sure what had happened, though he hadn’t missed the suspicious crack of lightning that lit up the sky. He assumed that that and the angel’s grief were linked. They pursed their lips, and merely watched the angel. He wasn’t exactly equipped to offer others comfort. Other than his siblings. Uriel is still tearful, but he had quietened down a lot. There’s an anger bubbling deep within and Envy can sense it, but wrath isn’t his speciality. So for now he merely observes, curious as to what the angel intended to do next.

“He’s gone..” His voice is raw from his screams, and he feels an ache both in his throat and his heart. “Someone killed my brother..” He still isn’t sure who, all he knows is Adonai was furious about it. The archangel really didn’t want to be on the receiving end of His wrath. His grief far outweighed the wrath he felt inside.

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Second Chances 4

a/n: lots of past references, smut in next chapter

Link to previous chapter

Words: 3, 458

Pairings: Gabriel x OFC

Song in the beginning: Dream by Bishop Briggs

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I wanna wake up where your love is

'Cause your love is always waking mine

I wanna break down where your heart gets

So torn it's almost breaking mine

I wanna lay here, lost and bitter

So long, I feel like I could die

Elena and Gabriel didn’t seem to realize or care that they had disturbed Sam, Dean, and Chuck. Neither had bothered to look up until there was a small pop sound. Gabriel looked down to see that the enochian handcuffs had vanished.

“Well look at that. Guess dad figures we are on good terms.”

Elena rubbed her sore wrist as Gabriel stood.

“Holy crap we look nasty. Come on sugar, let’s go continue this party in the bedroom. Fucking on a floor covered in grossness doesn’t sound too fun.”

Elena nodded eagerly going to stand. As she stood her foot slipped on some of the mixture on the floor. The next thing she knew Gabriel’s wings was wrapped around her securing her body against his.

“Easy does it.”

He whispered. Gabriel had to stop himself from going back to kissing Elena as he looked down again at messy state of the kitchen.

“Better clean this up before Dean has it out for me.”

Gabriel snapped his fingers leaving the kitchen, himself, and Elena spotless. Looking pleased with himself Gabriel looked back to Elena.

“Come on sugar.”

Walking into Elena's room, Gabriel was glad that he was actually wanted in the room. Had it been a week or so before he would have probably had something thrown at him. Although he had been in Elena’s bed with her at night since Chuck decided to play “I’m gonna fix all of your problems” this seemed like the first time that Gabriel had seen everything about the room.

He turned looking at Elena carefully. She didn’t look sullen or moody like she had from the time that he came back. For the first time in a long time she was smiling and her eyes had that same look of love that they used to mirror when he looked at her.

“You sure you want this? I don’t want morning to get here and you change your mind.”

Elena turned to the door locking it with a smile.

“I want this. After what happened in there...I definitely want it. I want you. I am over playing hard to get.”

Gabriel looked beyond relieved as he walked over pulling her into his arms.

“Thank goodness because I was running out of ideas to woo you off of your feet.”

Elena raised a skeptic eyebrow as she began to unbutton his shirt.

“You Gabriel? Never?!”

The archangel stuck his tongue out at her before watching her fingers gracefully undo each button.

“I’m telling the truth! Oh my dad can you unbutton this thing any slower woman?”

He mumbled before snapping his shirt away. Gabriel wanted to purr the moment her fingers stroked over his bare skin. Just having her fingers on him was heaven in itself. If he suddenly dropped dead this would be the heaven that he would go to. Even if Elena didn’t want to sleep with him he would be happy with her soft strokes.

Gabriel’s eyes snapped open as her fingers traced over the scar on his chest where Lucifer stabbed him.

“Gabe?”

She questioned softly. Gabriel reached up placing his hand over Elena’s before letting his eyes fall to hers. Right away he could see the fear and hurt in her emerald gaze.

“Elena everything is fine.”

Elena didn’t speak for a moment after her index finger continued to rub over the ruined skin.

“I can’t believe that he did this to you.”

She said in almost a whisper. Gabriel’s jovial expression fell and mirrored her dark expression. Part of Gabriel was still in shock that Lucifer had stabbed him as well. Gabriel partially blamed himself for not being fully prepared for Lucifer to figure his trick out. Had he been a little more careful maybe none of that would have happened in the first place. Gabriel wouldn’t have died and Elena wouldn’t be standing here looking like she was ready to beat the shit out of Lucifer himself.

“I’m going to kill him.”

She said calmly. Gabriel, who had gone back to enjoying her caresses, snapped his eyes open again.

“Huh, what?”

Elena was going toward the door but stopped when Gabriel’s arms wrapped around her waist. He twirled her around gently placing her against the door.

“Elena, no! Stop.”

When she didn’t stop trying to get away Gabriel placed his hands on either side of her face so Elena had no choice but to look at him.

“I said stop! Look me Elena. You can’t and you won’t go after Lucifer! Elena you are human right now. Lucifer would snap you like a twig! Even if you were full angel you wouldn't be going after him! I would never in a million years on our dad’s holy kingdom let you go after my brother! You know you would never last against an archangel like that! Babe, Lucifer mopped the floor with my face and I am an archangel. You wouldn't stand a chance and I am not letting him take you away from me just because he scratched me up a bit.”

Elena struggled against Gabriel again.

“Gabriel, I don’t care! He hurt the one person that I love more than anyone else in the world! I’m kicking his ass!”

Gabriel held her tighter for a moment but looked like a child at Christmas.

“You love me?”

Elena’s pissed off at the world expression vanished and was replaced by confusion.

“YES! Have you not been listening to what I have been screaming at you in my head all night?!”

Gabriel chuckled again before leaning down and kissing his lover.

“I have but I wanted to make sure that wasn’t heat of the moment talking. You know, us covered in that mess, rolling around on the kitchen floor, and making out….heat of the moment.”

Elena rolled her eyes.

“If you start singing that song to me I will slap you. I love you Gabriel.”

“I love you too.”

Elena was relieved when his lips were back on hers. She still wanted to kill Lucifer even more than she did before but this was quickly calming her down! This kiss felt like one of the first ones they had shared. It wasn’t like typical make up kiss but instead of a breath of fresh air and everything is okay kind of kiss.

Neither party moved away from the other. Instead, just standing there skin on skin was another form of heaven in itself. Elena closed her eyes letting her mind go back to the beginning….

Life for Elena in heaven was simple. She was no soldier and didn’t have to deal with some of the things other angels had to. Elena got to be in peace while she learned to be a perfect healer. Her days were spent with Raphael while he mentored her showing her how to use her grace to her advantage. Elena enjoyed Raphael’s company. Although the archangel was serious and rarely if ever joked he was one of the angels that cared about her more than anyone other then God.

Raphael was the only archangel that Elena had any dealings with for the most part. Michael was too busy and even if he wasn’t they shared nothing in common. Lucifer did his own thing and like Michael had no interest in anything that Elena was interested in. That left Gabriel….Elena would sigh dreamily every time she thought of the youngest archangel. Since she was young, Elena had a crush on him. It didn’t matter that he was rowdy, loud, and for the most part all over the the place. She loved his golden eyes and he way that he smiled. Like with his older brothers, Elena figured that they also would have nothing in common so why would Gabriel even bother?

“Elena? Elena?!! ELENA!”

Elena quickly snapped out of her thoughts about the archangel as Raphael's voice snapped.

“Yes? I’m sorry.”

Raphael sighed. He looked at Elena with his normal calm composure not wavering.

“Child, I really wish that you would stop daydreaming about my brother and pay attention to what I am trying to tell you.”

Elena felt an expression of embarrassment take over her face.

“I apologize.”

Raphael's critical expression softened.

“There, there it is fine. There is no need to apologize. If it should make you happy I think that you should know that Gabriel is interested in you as well.”

Elena looked totally surprised by her mentor’s admission.

“But how? He doesn’t even know who I am.”

Raphael shook his head with a look of parental annoyance on his face.

“You would be surprised what my brother does and does not know.”

Elena’s nose crinkled.

“Oh fiddle he has probably been listening in on everything that is going on in my mind.”

Raphael looked up from the flower that he had been carefully pruning. He wanted to tell the girl in front of him that Gabriel had heard EVERY. SINGLE. LITTLE. WORD….but he couldn’t. Raphael knew that Elena would die from embarrassment or probably go hide off in someone’s version of heaven, never to come out.

“I would count on it, my dear.”

Raphael replied calmly. Elena’s stood blinking quietly until Raphael stood. He knew that he needed to do damage control fast!

“Come now, this isn’t so bad. It shows that you two are on the same page...kind of. You need to put this shyness that you posses away and go talk to him. Elena, I know that you are delicate but you can step outside of your comfort bubble….and you should.”

Elena looked thoughtful for a moment.

“But my bubble is comfortable sir.”

Raphael chuckled.

“You are plenty good enough for him if that is what you worry about. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. Elena, I would rather you be in love with Gabriel then Michael.”

Elena’s looked a bit disgusted at that thought. She knew that Michael had an interest in her some time ago but Raphael put a stop to that. He was not about to let his older brother, who was battle hardened and not the least bit capable of dealing with someone like Elena, attempt to woo her. For that, Elena was grateful to Raphael!

“I think most people would.”

Raphael nodded.

“I think that will be all for today. Think about what I have said, okay?”

Elena nodded.

“I will. Good day.”

She left Raphael with her mind twisted in a million different directions. Should she talk to Gabriel? What if Raphael was actually wrong about something and she made a giant fool of herself? Elena would never be able to show her face anywhere near Gabriel again...PERIOD!

Sometime later, Elena sat in the heaven of a 8 year old child. Elena enjoyed this heaven! It was quiet a serene. She wasn’t sure what made this child want this kind of heaven but she was pleased with it. The heaven consisted of a huge pond that was surrounded by a weeping willows, flowers, and a forest. It was also full of little animals that Elena enjoyed watching.

Elena hadn’t moved for some time as she considered Raphael's words. She hadn’t had this much emotional confusion since Michael had expressed his interest in her!

Her thoughts were interrupted when a little squirrel appeared at her feet squeaking eagerly. With a smile Elena held her hand out letting the little creature crawl onto her palm. She stroked the squirrel’s head for a moment before making an acorn appear in her other hand.

“Here you go.”

She said tenderly.

“You play with squirrel? Don’t they bite?”

Elena’s head snapped up to see Gabriel looking down at her with a wary expression on on his handsome face. For a moment Elena was almost positive that she had forgotten how to talk.! When she could finally speak Elena had to push her shyness away.

“Not if you are nice to them.”

She said gently stroking the squirrel’s furry cheek. The little animal look up leaning into her touch as Gabriel watched carefully.

“I can tell you are a healer. Raphael is the same way with animals. He can just look at them and they go all dreamy eyed. What are you doing here by yourself?”

Elena looked around. The kid who owned this particular version of heaven had vanished. She never really paid Elena any mind anyway.

“It’s quiet. Balthazar doesn’t come here and disturb the peace.”

Gabriel chuckled at that.

“Yeah, he’s good at disturbing a lot of things. You’re Elena right?”

Elena nodded, trying to keep her calm composure.

“Yes, I am Gabriel.”

Her heart began to beat harder when he sat down beside her. His golden eyes was focused on her and the squirrel.

“What are you doing here?”

She asked quietly. Gabriel frowned looking over his shoulder.

“Eh….stuff.”

Elena smiled.

“Michael and Lucifer are fighting again aren’t they?”

Gabriel’s eyes darkened.

“Yeah….so you see that too huh?”

Elena nodded sadly.

“Everyone sees it. I see how it bothers you.”

Gabriel shrugged.

“Can’t do anything about it. Don’t know why I bother.”

Elena’s eyes softened. She had long suspected that Michael and Lucifer’s less than kind behavior was wearing on their younger brother.

“No, you can’t unfortunately but the fact that you try says a great deal about you.”

Gabriel slightly smiled at that before turning and looking at Elena fully.

“I see you around all the time. With my brother and alone and this is the first time that I have heard you talk. Why?”

Elena’s emerald eyes opened wider. She didn’t return his gaze for a moment as she contemplated her response. Maybe the truth was the best,

“I’m terribly shy.”

Gabriel smiled when Elena expected him to laugh like everyone else did.

“You’re voice is heavenly and I probably sound like a mad man.”

He looked a little embarrassed by his totally unexpected comment. Elena put the squirrel down before looking back to Gabriel.

“No, best compliment that I have gotten all week.”

Gabriel looked relieved before standing.

“Well I better go make sure my brother’s didn’t wreck anything. I’ll see you around Elena.”

Just like that everything between Elena and Gabriel changed! Over the following days Gabriel always seemed to be with Elena. Anytime she turned around there he was!

“Gabriel, must you follow her all day long. We do have things to accomplish”

Raphael replied one day after getting a little annoyed after stepping on his brother while he and Elena were supposed to be working.

“I do what I want.”

Gabriel replied in his extra sassy tone. Raphael groaned going back to work. He didn’t wasn’t even going to bother saying another word. It wouldn’t do him any good anyway! Raphael hadn’t even looked at Elena after that exchange with his brother. IT wasn’t until Gabriel started talking did Raphael look up.

“Isn’t she pretty when she blushes?”

Raphael frowned,

“For goodness sake just take her with you and be gone with you! I don’t want to witness all of this flirting.”

After Gabriel replied “goodie” he took Elena’s hand and walked off with her. Elena looked over her shoulder at Raphael who was shaking his head. He gave a her a rare smile before going back to tending to his herbs.

Days turned to weeks. Shameless flirting and quiet conversations turned to heated kisses and acknowledgments of feelings...just like Gabriel and Elena wanted. It was no longer a secret that Gabriel and Elena were a couple. Everyone was aware of it now and everyone was pleased, their father in particular

Being with Gabriel, Elena became privy to all of the archangel’s business. She started seeing just how much Michael and Lucifer were fighting. She also saw just how badly this affected Gabriel. Elena had spent many days talking Gabriel into calming down.

Everything changed one day when she was reading over a healing spell and Gabriel walked in. One look at her lover’s face let her know that all was not well. He didn’t speak for a few moments as he sat down beside Elena.

“Earth is pretty you know.”

He finally said. Elena looked up.

“Oh? I’ve never been. Always been here. I thought you wouldn’t like it seeing as all of the humans are afraid of you.”

Gabriel snorted.

“They can get over themselves. I’m talking earth can be pretty….for us.”

Elena frowned.

“What are you saying Gabriel?”

His golden eyes had never looked more serious than they did in that exact moment.

“I’m saying let’s blow this place and go check out earth. I’m tired of my brother’s constant arguing. I want us to be able to do our own thing….have our own life.”

Elena sat up straighter before getting up and wrapping her arms around Gabriel’s shoulders. She placed her cheek on the top of his head trying to calm him.

“Gabriel, we are angels. Heaven is our home. We need to be here especially now that our father has left. The angels they all need you. Y0ur brother’s need you too.”

Gabriel groaned standing up.

“Oh please! They don’t even acknowledge my existence. Lucifer is changing. Michael is too busy being Michael. Raphael….eh….as long as he has his plants he’s happy. I don't’ want to be leading angels. This isn’t me! You know that. Come on Elena, are you scared? You know I would never let anything happen to you. I am more powerful than any of those things down there. Come on, sugar. I can’t leave without you. I can’t be without you. You’re everything to me.”

Elena looked thoughtful for a moment.

“I’ll think on it.”

Gabriel stood. He cupped her face before kissing her softly.

“Thank you.”

For remainder of the day Elena pondered over Gabriel's words. Was he serious about leaving? Would they really be able to make it on earth full time? The greater question in Elena’s mind was could she handle it? She wasn’t worried about Gabriel. He was ready for anything but Elena was another story!

The next thing Elena knew her thoughts were interrupted by shouts. She looked over her should to see Michael and Lucifer at it again...in front of everyone. Raphael and Gabriel stood watching with less than pleased expression on their faces as well.

“This isn’t good.”

Elena muttered before getting up to go to Gabriel. Her place was with her lover and judging by the expression on his handsome face the archangel needed her. As she walked over Michael made a comment about Gabriel being on his side.

“I am not on anyone side. I am leaving.”

Gabriel said coldly. Michael, Lucifer, and Raphael turned to look at their little brother. Lucifer quickly stepped closer to his pet.

“Gabriel, you can’t leave. This is your home.”

Michael nodded.

“Your place is here doing what you are meant to do.”

Gabriel glared at his brother’s coldly.

“Yeah? Watch me! I have had it with your constant fighting. I am done! Neither of you care how this bothers me! You never have and you never will!”

Gabriel turned to Elena.

“Its now or never sugar.”

Raphael stepped forward at this .

“Gabriel, she is not ready for this! Don’t do it brother. Elena use your mind.”

Elena looked at Raphael for a moment. She mentally begged her mentor for forgiveness before looking back at her lover taking Gabriel’s outstretched hand. Just like that she threw away everything that she knew and left heaven!

Elena’s thoughts were interrupted by Gabriel’s overly excited voice.

“Come on darling. I need lovin!!!”

Elena let her mind leave her past in heaven. That is what it was anyway...her past. The past was meant to be a reminder and a lesson for making a future. Now Elena needed to worry about her future with Gabriel. This time the future wasn’t going to be interrupted by anyone or anything. If a certain Hindu goddess or any other woman showed her face then Elena would be more than ready to show just what kind of soldier that she could be!

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