#OK REAL QUESTIONS. WHO WILL BE CLARENCE. TAKING SUGGESTIONS NOW!!!!

[micamicster]

Ok I know I said op covered everything but like I have to say. At least jaw can act. The man can fucking act

[stripper-patrick]

Dusk🤍 Shawn Mendes

Warnings: smut, language, oral (f), taunting, teasing, unprotected

Song: none of my concern- Jhené Aiko

Relationship: Shawn Mendes x black plus sized reader

“So how are you enjoying your food” my boyfriend Andrew of 3 years asks cutting into his juicy medium rare steak. I nod swallowing the rest of my pasta with a smile.

“It’s great how’s yours”

“Really good” he dips it in A1 and nods. My nose hints at a familiar smell of men’s Dior Sauvage disregarding the aroma of food. I trace the smell to the door and watch my ex walk through with the brunette none other than Clarence- I mean Camilla Cabello. Immediately they’re seated right across from us. Me and Austin are in a booth and Shawn and little miss Chlamydia are next to us in regular chairs. She sits with her back turned to us but of course Shawn can see me in plain view. I swallow thickly and take a sip of my water.

I can feel eyes burning into my side profile. I just know it’s him there’s no denying it. I glance over quickly to see his arm resting on the extra chair. His satin wine shirt unbuttoned more than necessary. Beautiful hair swooped to the side. Tattoos beautifully inked swiftly showing vastly in the dim light. Hazel colored eyes staring right past his date and right into my eyes. His eyes were prone to changing around this time of the year. His lip curls into a half smile sending chills down my spine. I remember nights where he’d force me to look at him giving me that same smile after obliterating my pussy. Flashbacks of those fateful nights replay in my head. His hand squishing my cheeks together as he thrusts endlessly. Calling me honey on repeat. Telling me to cum for a 3rd time within the hour without breaks. Shawn most definitely pushed my absolute boundaries without making me feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

“Are you ok?” Austin asks. I snap from my thoughts and go back to my pasta.

“Yea I’m fine” I nod. Truth be told Austin could never push me the way Shawn could. It was the best time ever with Shawn. We broke up because we just felt like we were forcing a relationship that was never there in the first place. I don’t know.

“Isn’t that Shawn?” He looks over making direct eye contact. Shawn keeps that same smug towards Austin. Almost like he’s reading my mind. In a more ‘I fucked her way better than you ever will’ type of way. “God I hate the way he’s staring at you such a pervert” he retorts

“Yea shocking to see him after all these years” I shrug “I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick” I stand up and pull down my dress feeling those same eyes revert on me as I stride away to the ladies room. I look in the mirror feeling a surge of relief hit me. I shake out my hands and take a deep breath. I smooth out the body fitting dress with a high thigh slit to outline my curves. My phone chimes and it’s a text from an unknown number. I think it’s spam until I read it.

?: you know how your exposed legs make me feel honey 🤤

There’s no way. If it were Austin his ID would’ve came up. Plus he’d never call me honey

Me: who is this?

Of course i know who it is but there’s nothing wrong with being too sure.

?: something tells me you know who it is

I stop answering clearly gaining my unfortunately correct answer. “Fuck me” I mutter to myself. I swing the door open and stop in my tracks when I see Crack Cocaine standing there looking surprised.

“Oh hey I remember you from the pictures Y/N right?” I chuckle dryly nodding “yup that’s me” I walk past her not allowing anything else to be said. I get back to the table to see Austin gone and his finished plate. He must’ve went to the bathroom too.

I sit down and a figure stands next to me. I look up seeing Shawn looking down at me with a smirk on his face.

“Hi honey”

“You don’t get to call me that anymore Shawn what do you want”

“For you to sit on my face but we’re in public”

“Publicity never stopped you” I roll my eyes “my boyfriend is in the bathroom he’ll be out any second so I suggest you leave”

“1. I’m not scared of some shrimp dicked loser who can’t even make you squirt on the first round” he states as a matter of factly. I remember that night vividly “and 2. That’s impossible because the bathrooms that way and he went that way” he points to the door.

“Don’t play with me”

“Last time I did that you were moaning my name anyways I’m serious Y/N he left you just let me foot the bill and I’ll take you home”

“No I want dessert and I’ll take my own self home” I didn’t drive but I don’t need to see them touching and hugging. To be honest I’m not ready to see that no matter how old our relationship is. We broke up 4 years ago but we’ve been together since we were 17.

He sighs nodding “fine. Still stubborn I see”

“Never changed Mendes” I get a glance at his butterfly tattoo. I have the same one on my butt because we decided to get drunk and get one. Mine is just more colorful. The waiter comes back and smiles “any dessert for you two?”

“I’ll have the cookie skillet please” she nods and leaves again. I take a sip of my water before finishing my pasta.

Once I’m done the dessert comes and the waiter takes my plate. I thank him and grab my spoon digging into the delicious treat. I can feel Shawn staring at me as his date Crack pipe goes on and on about whatever it is she’s talking about. I look at him and roll my eyes. I unconsciously press my thighs together. His eyes trail down to my legs. Shit he noticed I think.

He trails back up to me and wets his lips before taking his bottom lip and pulling it between his perfect white teeth. I shake my head and continue eating.

Once I finish Austin still hasn’t come back. I ring his phone but it goes straight to voicemail. What the hell is going on. I text him and usually he’d text back within the same minute but to no avail this wasn’t the case.

The waiter brings me my check and I get a text. My eyes gleam thinking it’s Austin but it’s Shawn.

Shawn: let me take care of the bill honey😕

I look over to see him already staring back at me. I shake my head and pull my credit card out of my bra. I hate purses. I give the waiter the money adding a tip and sign the bill once it’s back to me. I sigh and get up. Shawn is watching my every move. I give him a small smile and leave out the door. Well I don’t wanna spend any more money tonight so I guess I’ll walk. The restaurant wasn’t that far from my house anyways. I begin my journey down the lit parking lot. The breeze brings goose bumps to my skin and I cross my arms shivering a little. I see an older Cadillac drive up next to me following me. The tinted windows roll down and it’s Shawn.

“You didn’t drive?”

“No it’s a short walk from my house I’m fine” I shrug

“Y/N please get in the car” he begs “I know the last time we spoke we weren’t on the best of terms but that doesn’t mean I still don’t care for you as a person”

I stop and look at him. “Please” he pleads

I sigh and nod. He gets out opening the door for me. At least he hasn’t broken that habit. Crypt Keeper is in the front seat with a stale face because her boyfriend is overly nice but that’s not my business. I put my seatbelt on and he gets back in the drivers seat. “This car was always my favorite”

“Yea we had a lot of fun in here” of course he’s referring to the many nights where I rode him in the backseat or my head down on him while he drove or his large tattooed hand down my pants. He looks at me through the rear view and I nod glancing only for a second. Too scared that I’ll be caught by his eyes again. That’s how we met in the first place. That damn smile and gaze.

“We did” The car ride is silent to Captain Crunches house but sometimes silence is key. Shawn mainly kept his eyes on the road occasionally looking at me. She leans over the console in a slow motion like manner and kisses his cheek then his neck slowly. She’s making sure I get every second of this.

“I’ll see you later baby. Maybe you could come over and we can chill” she winks. Corn dog gets out of the car and shuts it striding up to her door step. I get out and move to the front. Shawn drives off swiftly.

“So how’ve you been”

“Save the small talk for someone who wants it”

“Fine I’ll get right to the point” he clenches his jaw “I miss you”

“Clearly Computer has you preoccupied”

“Camilla isn’t you” he pulls into my driveway and stops.

“Thanks” I say. He gets out as well following me up to the door “I feel like you have more to get off your chest so do you wanna come in?”

“Yea” he nods. I push the key in my door opening it and immediately taking off my shoes. “do you want anything to drink”

“No thanks” he says. We sit down on the couch awkwardly. “Why are you dating a douche like Austin?”

“What?”

“I mean do you even love him?”

“Shawn don’t-“ I stand up irritated and he stands up as well towering over me

“Answer my damn question” He demands raising his voice a little.

“I’m not your girl anymore you need to watch your tone Shawn. You have a girl”

“But she’s not you”

“That’s not my business. You broke up with me remember or did you forget that too”

“Y/N I know what I did but you don’t know how much I regret it”

“Shawn you’re an egotistical bastard”

“Once again you never answered my question” he walks towards me until my back hits the wall.

“Shawn” I beg more pleadingly now. Pleading he won’t make me tell the truth. For so long I’ve put my true feelings on the back burner and focused on what’s in front of me that I haven’t had time to seriously recover from our breakup. “Lemme ask you this then” he moves down hunching his back to get close to my ear “does he fuck you so hard until you have tears drenching your face and you can’t walk for the next 2 weeks? Does he turn you inside out with just his tongue? Hmm honey” Shawn begins pressing his lips to my neck as he utters the filthiest and truest words.

“Shawn please”

“I haven’t heard you utter those beautiful words in so long” hungrily he plants his lips on me holding me in a powerful kiss. So powerful I almost lost balance. Shawn holds me up and takes me upstairs. I open the door to my bedroom and Shawn is already pulling up my dress. I pull it over my head and he sits on the bed admiring my body like he did the first time. I lean down and kiss his plump lips. “Either you tell me the truth now or I’ll fuck it out of you” he smirks

“I’ll choose option two” I smile. He pulls off his shirt and flips us over laying on top of me. I pull my fingers through his soft curls and he proceeds to kiss my laced up breasts. Shawn unclasps it throwing it somewhere and just buries his head between them. “I miss you so much” he kisses between the dip of my breasts and down to my navel. Shawn looks at me with those daunting eyes and throws my leg over his shoulder. Half of Shawns face disappears between my legs.

I moan closing my eyes feeling his lips attach to my clothed clit. “Shawn please don’t tease me you’ve been doing that all night”

He pulls down my underwear throwing them into oblivion with the rest of my clothes. He dives back in swirling and eating his way through me. I grab the sheets arching my back grinding myself along his face. My breathing picks up as does his speed. Shawn presses his hand over my hips to keep me still while he uses his fingers to press against my g-spot. My body shutters and I try to pull back from him as the pleasure becomes too much “don’t move while I’m eating”

“Shawn I’m gonna cum” I warn. Just as I give my fair warning I leak all over his tongue. He collects every drop I have to offer even sucking more out of me.

Once I’m juiced out he comes up licking his lips. He sticks his fingers in his mouth sucking them clean with a smile. Shawn comes back up kissing me and I feel his erection poking my thigh. I slide my hand between us unzipping his pants and he pulls down his pants and boxers in one motion. Shawn kisses me again taking my hands above my head. He slides in in a swift motion filling me up familiarly.

I moan locking my legs around his waist as he begins rocking his hips into me. I bury my head in the crook of his neck still smelling his cologne. “You feel that baby? Austin could never fill you up like this could” he’s balls deep inside of me and trust me Franklin wasn’t short or thin in anyway. He was quite the opposite. “You wanna tell me the truth now?”

“No” I smirk moaning

“No?” He coos kissing my neck “we’ll see about that” his hips jut harder and I grip the sheets feeling my clit rub against his pelvis. “Shawn please” he hoists himself up on his arm and wraps his hand around my throat fucking me harder into oblivion. My eyes roll to the back of my head.

Inaudible moans escape my lips and my mouth is wide open. That black hole is close to swallowing me up. “I can feel your pussy pulsing on me honey are you about to cum? Gotta tell me the truth first”

He lets go just as I cum feeling my orgasm penetrate my entire body. “I love you” strings out of my mouth like a broken record. Shawn cums on instant and he presses his forehead to mine. His body is tense as he bites his lip breathing raggedly.

“Yes baby I love when you cum for me. Look at you so sexy. My pussy made you do this didn’t it.” I moan egging him on. His knuckles are white from the gripping the sheets. Once he’s bottomed himself out inside of me he lays next to me and I pull the sheets up to cover my exposed breasts. “Did you mean it?” I know what he’s referring to. Before I can answer my phone rings. I pick it up swiping left. I sit up hunching over. “Hello”

“Y/N I’m so sorry I left you there”

“Where did you go Austin are you fucking kidding me”

“I’m so sorry see the thing is I was gonna propose but I left the ring at home by mistake”

My soul leaves my body and I look to Shawn. He sits up in concern placing his hand on my shoulder. “I want you to marry me Y/N” I know Shawn was listening this time. He lets me go and states at me.

“Austin I’ll have to call you back I’m sorry give me a minute” I hang up and Shawn stares at me blankly. I stand up and grab my bra putting it on. I grab my dress and look at him.

“Did you mean it?” He asks again.

“Yes Shawn I did” tears brim my eyes. I’m so confused. I’m in love with two different men.

Part 2??

[captainexplody]

Fearless Leader

A man stands by a large glass window, his hands behind his back, looking down onto the streets below. The man has a stoic look on his face, seemingly not at all concerned with the world below him, yet he watches through his window anyway. Morbid curiosity, perhaps? It’s a strange feeling of indifference and interest at the same time. The world outside his office could burn to the ground, but so long as his office remained safe he would simply watch it all burn.  There is a knock on the door and a smartly dressed man trepidatiously enters the room. The man by the window continues to stare out through it, not turning around.

Paul Plimsole: Excuse me.... Mr Prime Minister? Are you busy?

Mr Magnet: I’m watching the world go by, Paul.

Paul Plimsole: Yeah, so... about that. There’s been a little bit of a commotion outside in the city.

Mr Magnet: Commotion, is it? Typical. The people are never happy.

Paul Plimsole takes a trepidatious step towards the Prime Minister.

Paul Plimsole: Well they are happy sometimes, sir. You know, whenever everything is actually working.

The man by the window, the Prime Minister, turns his head slightly, raises an eyebrow mildly at the man who would dare talk to him like that.

Mr Magnet: Nothing ever works Paul, you know this. You try and you try to come up with different ideas, different scenarios, different clauses and contracts and deals and rules. Nobody likes any of it. 

Paul Plimsole: Yes I know sir, the people can be hard to please. Although one might also say a lot of your more recent laws and commands have been a little on the... nonsensical side.

Mr Magnet: Oh? Who amongst us would say that, Paul?

Paul Plimsole: it’s what I’m hearing from the people, sir.

The prime minister, Mr Magnet, continues looking out of the big glass window, watching the little people run around outside.

Paul Plimsole: For example sir, I’m hearing a lot of blowback about the decision to create a barely regulated tiger sanctuary right beside the city.

Mr Magnet: The people don’t know what they want, that’s their problem. They like tigers, I gave them tigers.

Paul Plimsole: I think they would have appreciated a little more security and more regulations in the tiger sanctuary.

Mr Magnet: Oh come now Paul, for us to do that we would have had to take money out of our incredibly important Secret Santa fund. We do secret santa every Christmas, we can’t miss it this year. And where else would that money have come from, hmm? Out of our own pockets? Are you suggesting I delve into my OWN bank account or my OWN off shore bank account and pay the tiger man the amount of money he needs to be able to safely look after and contain tigers?

Paul Plimsole: Well, when you put it that way sir...

Mr Magnet: So out with it, man. What’s got the people in a tizzy now? I can see them down there, running around like headless chickens.

Paul Plimsole: Well as you know sir, almost all of the tigers from the tiger sanctuary escaped and are now roaming around the city, having adopted it as their new home.

Mr Magnet: Yes, so?

Paul Plimsole: Well the people are... disappointed, shall we say, in your order for everyone to leave their houses and go familiarise themselves with the tigers. 

Mr Magnet: Impossible, simply impossible to lead these people. So fickle. They don’t know what they want.

Paul Plimsole: A lot of people are reporting that they are being attacked and eaten by tigers.

Mr Magnet: Well that’s nonsense, how can they report that if they’ve actually been attacked and eaten, hmm? That sounds like fake news.

Paul Plimsole: Another excellent point, sir. 

Mr Magnet: The tigers are wild, deadly even. If the people go outside, go back to work, familiarise themselves with the tigers, pat them on the head every so often, rub their bellies, give them some snacks maybe, then eventually the tigers will grow to love the people, and a friendship will emerge. The tigers and the people will work in harmony and peace will come back to the world.

Paul Plimsole: Is that really what you think will happen, sir?

Mr Magnet: Bugger what I think will happen, Paul. I NEED the people to go to work. I haven’t had a Subway sandwich in ages.

Paul Plimsole: I thought you didn’t like Subway sandwiches, sir..?

Mr Magnet: I don’t, I hate them. Utter garbage. The bread is like, not real bread, y’know? But it’s nice to have the choice, isn’t it?

Paul Plimsole: ...

Mr Magnet: The decree stays. I know, what about this as a slogan?

The Prime Minister spreads his hands out as he imagines how the slogan would look on a poster.

Mr Magnet: What about ‘Hug A Tiger’?

Paul Plimsole: ...

Mr Magnet: Everybody goes out of their way to hug a tiger. I mean there are plenty of tigers out there on the streets, they don’t seem to be going away anytime soon.

Paul Plimsole: Probably because of the abundance of meat they are able to eat.

Mr Magnet: Oh yes, what with all of our fine butchers.

Paul Plimsole: Well I meant more like the tigers are eating the citizens of the town.

Mr Magnet: I’m going to need to see some hard proof of these so called ‘tiger eatings’ that you keep harping on about, Paul, other wise I’m going to continue to class it as fake news.

The Prime Minister gestures to his desk, with two stacks of papers on it. One stack says ‘Real News’ and is practically empty. The second says ‘Fake News’ and is stacked to the ceiling.

Mr Magnet: It’s fake news like that that’s ruining this city, you know.

Paul Plimsole: Fake news such as... tigers are overrunning the city and attacking the citizens?

Mr Magnet: Proof, Paul. Bring me proof.

Paul Plimsole: I mean... You’re actually looking out of the window at it happening right now.

Mr Magnet can see a tiger chasing after a young couple on the street below him.

Mr Magnet: I’m going to need better proof than what I can see with my own eyes, Paul.

Paul Plimsole: ...?

Mr Magnet: Ok how about this. I put out a story in the local papers about how I, their esteemed leader, was also attacked by a tiger! Vicious, don’t you know. Tore my ass wide open. I go undercover for a few weeks, to ‘recover’, yes? Then after two or three weeks I re-emerge, with a spring in my step and a song in my heart, ready to go back to work. It’s the way of our country, isn’t it? Pulling up our socks and getting back to work in the face of adversity. We don’t take no for an answer, not when it comes to making money for the economy. Once the people see that I, their esteemed leader, was attacked by the tigers, that I also understand exactly what they’re all going through, and I still managed to recover and go back to work, why they’ll all be inspired to do exactly the same thing! And if not we can shame them into going back to work. I mean if I can do it, there’s absolutely no excuse for anybody else to not go back to work after being viciously attacked by a tiger.

Paul Plimsole: But sir... You HAVEN’T been attacked by a vicious tiger...

Mr Magnet: Yes but they don’t know that. It’s an act of solidarity to get those lazy bums out of their houses and back to work, understand?

Paul Plimsole: Yes sir. Although I really do think we should actively try to do something about the tiger situation...

Mr Magnet: I AM doing something about the tiger situation, I’m proving that tigers and humans can live in perfect harmony. Plus I’ve already booked three weeks off and I need a good excuse to go while the city is in a supposed ‘crisis’. You know how it is. 

Paul Plimsole: ...

Mr Magnet: Yes lets roll with that one then. I got attacked by a tiger. Vicious it was, incredible. I’ll definitely need three weeks to recover and then it’s back to work for me! Yes indeed, I like it. Ok great.

The two men stand there in silence, Mr Magnet still looking out of his big glass window, watching the little people run around and lock themselves in their own houses to hide from the tigers. 

Mr Magnet: You can go now, Paul. I believe I have answered your query suitably. Ok so I’m going to go on holiday tomorrow, make sure my brave tiger attack story is in all the papers. You can handle it all while I’m away. Oh, also make sure to play up the ‘if you don’t go to work you’re all a bunch of lazy bastards’ angle. Put all the blame on the people, yeah? That way I’ll look extra great.

Paul Plimsole: Sir...?

Mr Magnet: You can go now, Paul.

Paul Plimsole stands there for a few seconds more, hoping that the boss he has looked up to for so long will change his mind. Instead the man, the Prime Minister, Mr Magnet continues to look out through the big glass window. He watches the tigers prowl through the street with not a trace of emotion on his face. Paul Plimsole has a choice to make. He could stop this insanity right now, by making the papers report the truth about the tiger problem and the absolute ineptitude by the man in charge, the complete refusal to take responsibility for it. He could save lives, he could prevent major problems. He could be a true hero. Or he could make the papers say what Mr Magnet wants them to say.

The next day in the morning paper, a large picture of the Prime Minister with a question mark beside his face appears, along with the headline ‘CLARENCE MAGNET IN VICIOUS TIGER ATTACK?!’. There’s also a little note to the readers to remind them all about sending a stamped addressed envelope in to the newspaper in order to receive your new ‘Hug A Tiger!’ pack, which should really help everybody through these trying times. Your government doesn’t give a fuck about you, mate.

[pinknerdpanda]

Clarence Returns

Word Count: 1791 Characters: Castiel x Reader Warnings: Flangst - more fluff than angst, but it’s there. Betas: @wheresthekillswitch​ & @hannahindie​ Requested by: @musiclovinchic93​ - kinda. I know this isn’t the exact direction you’d probably intended it to go, but it’s where the story went for me.

A/N: This is a continuation of a Drabble I wrote last year called Clarence that I would suggest you read before this, however it can be read as a standalone. Though Clarence is one of my favorite things I’ve written...so...ya know. You do you.

X

Clarence Returns

“Look, Daddy. Teacher says, every time a bell rings an angel gets his wings.”

I sigh, wistful and teary eyed as the last seconds of my favorite Christmas movie play out across the screen. Christmas has always been a season of magic and love, but for some reason this year, I just haven’t been feeling it. Watching George Bailey reunite with his family and learn the value of life has helped, but I’m still feeling somewhat hollow.

This year has been rough - too much loss and grief, not just for me, but all over the world. The world feels so lost and broken and I guess that’s about how I feel, too.

“That's right, that's right.  Attaboy, Clarence.”

My thoughts reel back to this time last year, meeting my very own Clarence on a frigid sidewalk downtown. He’d seemed that way too - lost and broken. But even as we’d stood gazing at shop windows, talking and admiring their displays, there was a warmth to him; as though, despite his downtrodden state, he was still hopeful.

We’d spent the next hour down the street, discussing everything and nothing while enjoying a cup of coffee in an otherwise empty diner. I’ve thought of Clarence often in the months since that cold night. I wish there was more I could have done or something better I could have said, but what’s done is done now. I only hope that wherever he is now, that he’s safe and he’s warm.

“Take care, Clarence. Hope you’re ok, buddy,” I murmur aloud, drawing a judging look from my cat, Shadow, across the room.

I groan, flipping the soft, fuzzy blanket from my lap and ambling to my feet. I stretch, sticking my tongue out at my feline companion.

“Alright, you. It’s time for bed.”

I unplug the Christmas tree lights and fold my blanket, tossing it on the back of the couch. Shadow stretches too, her claws peeking out briefly before retracting again. She follows me as I pad to the kitchen, filling her food dish and getting a glass of water.

I yawn, turning to head to my room when there’s a knock at the door. Pausing, I frown, glancing at my watch and noting the late hour. Shadow meows a warning as I slink quietly to the front door. There’s no harm in checking to see who’s at my door; that’s what peepholes are for, right?

Sucking in a breath, I stand up on tippy-toes and peer through the small hole. It’s a man. His head is down as though he’s inspecting his shoes, so I can only make out his dark, slightly messy hair and what appears to be a tan coat. He knocks again, gently, this time looking up and I gasp. It’s been a while, but I recognize those wide, sapphire eyes immediately. Clarence.

I probably should have been worried that this man - this stranger - knows where I live and that he’s at my doorstep at such a late hour. However, there’s an inexplicable wave of relief that washes over me as I gaze at him from behind the door. Shadow brushes against my legs, meowing again.

Undoing the locks, I turn the handle, my stomach leaping into my chest as our eyes meet.

“Hello, y/n.” His voice is as low and rich as I remember. He looks as though his hardship from a year ago is but a distant memory. He’s wearing a suit and tie under a trenchcoat and his face is clean shaven.

“Clarence,” I nearly whisper.

“I apologize for my presence at such a late hour,” he almost blushes, pressing his lips together.

“What are you doing here?”

“I, um,” he looks away, shoving his hands in his pockets, “it’s difficult to explain. Would it be inappropriate to ask if I could come in?”

Shadow meows again and I glance down to see her brushing against his legs. I smile, stepping back and ushering him in. If she trusts him, he can’t be all bad. Right?

We make our way to the living room and he sits across from me, placing his elbows on his knees. He smiles, his gaze lingering on the now darkened tree. I wish I hadn’t unplugged it. It would have been magical to see the twinkling lights reflected in his eyes.

“You are disappointed,” he says without question. I look up to find him studying me carefully.

“No,” I lie, “I’m just so surprised to see you. I was, uh,” I hedge awkwardly, “just thinking about you actually.” I snort at my own candid admission, looking away.

“I know.”

I blink a few times, the silence washing over me until his words really click. What the hell?

“Wait. What?” I gape at him uncertainly.

He frowns, his eyebrows creasing in consideration.

“Y/n, my name is not Clarence.” He pauses, opening his mouth to speak but pausing again. There’s some sort of inner battle being waged here, and though I want to press him for information, I wait, letting him work his way through whatever this is.

After a few more seconds, he speaks again. “My name is Castiel.”

“Ok.” I bite my bottom lip. “Why did you tell me your name was Clarence? How did you find me?”

“I heard your prayer.” His eyes are large and round as he stares at me, expectantly. When I merely blink at him, he continues. “You prayed to me earlier, in a way. I heard you.”

Now it’s my turn to open and close my mouth a few times like a damn fish. I didn’t...pray? Did I?

“How about we start over again? My name is Castiel. I am an angel of the Lord.”

At this point, I’m almost positive I’ll start growing gills, right? I don’t know what to say, but my mouth hasn’t gotten the memo yet, so it keeps trying to do its thing. Finally I manage to spit out one word.

“Angel?”

He smiles sadly, his gaze dropping to the floor again. “Yes. Angel.”

“Angels aren’t real,” I snort incredulously. “What the hell kind of game are you playing here, buddy?”

“I can assure you I am not playing any sort of game. And yes, we are.”

I stand, confusion, exhaustion and disappointment building to a crescendo. “I think you need to leave.”

He tips his head to one side, his face full of sadness and regret.

“I don’t wish to cause you any sort of harm or grief. I just heard you earlier, telling me to take care,” his words are bathed in sincerity. “I realized I’d never been able to thank you for the kindness you showed me last year. When I heard your prayer, I wanted to let you know how much that night meant to me and apologize for not having done so before.”

“Angels have wings and harps,” I sigh, exasperated. “If you’re an angel, why were you living on the street last year?”

That last bit struck a chord, I’m afraid. He looks so sad and lost and I wish I could take it back.

“I’m sorry, I just,” I plop back down on the couch. “I don’t understand.”

“I’ve seen the rise and fall of more nations than you can comprehend. I observed in silent reverence as humankind grew from single-celled, innocuous beings into the masters of technology and intellect you are today. All that time, I’d always watched from a place of detached piety, assuming humans’ needs to be negligible casualties of man’s fall from grace. But then we fell - the angels, my brothers and sisters - we all fell from heaven. My own grace was ripped away from me and I was forced to face the reality of human need in a way I’d never considered before. I’d never experienced lack on any plane of existence, and yet there I was, lacking in every way possible.”

I hold my breath as his eyes dart back and forth like the words he’s speaking are printed on the carpet.

“And just when I felt like I had no chance of redemption or reason for living,” his eyes jerk up to meet mine, “I met you. On a cold, snowy night, when few people would have even chanced to look in my direction, you spoke to me. You reminded me that despite all of humanity’s flaws and faults, there is beauty and there is good. You showed me that grace is more than a source of internal power and strength; it’s an outward expression of love that only humans are capable of experiencing.”

He smiles, the warmth of the expression making the hairs on my neck stand on end.

“Thank you.”

My mind is reeling - part of me still trying to fully absorb everything he’s just said.

“So,” I’m surprised to find that, somehow, my mouth is forming actual words with sound and meaning. “No harps and wings?”

Clarence, or Castiel, or whatever grins, his eyes sparkling again.

“Harps? No. Wings?” He stands and rolls his shoulders. A light from some unknown source flickers and for the briefest of seconds I can see the outline of a shadow on the wall behind him.

The shadow looks distinctly like what I would guess angel wings would look like, but also wrong somehow. It was as if they’d once been majestic and terrifying but time and tragedy have splintered and stripped them of their former splendor with brutal force. The sight is beautiful and heartbreaking, until I meet his gaze again. Where I would have expected to see sorrow and shame, I find hope and a sense of pride. This man - or angel, I guess - had had everything he’d ever known to be truth ripped away from him, and yet he is able to find peace in the ashes of his own collapse.

I don’t know why, but I believe him. I believe every word. It doesn’t make sense or have any hard evidence to prove it as fact, but I do.

Without another word, I stand, approaching him hesitantly. He smiles at me as I wrap my arms around him. I don’t know if it’s for his benefit or mine - if it’s a thank you or a you’re welcome - but we stand there embracing each other as old friends.

I pull back, surprised to find my cheeks wet with tears I hadn’t known I was crying. He brushes his knuckles across my cheek, sweeping the tears away as he smiles down at me.

“Well, Castiel or whatever your name is, if that doesn’t put a person in the Christmas spirit, I don’t know what will.”

He tips his head to one side, his eyes narrowing. “I’ve heard fruitcake and eggnog have proven effective, as well.”

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