#also I personally hc that the wings are there so he can balance while hovering

[the-real-couchrat]

Doodle inspired by @that-ghosts-art’s comic, which managed to break me out of and art block

The ensuing court case:

Bonus under the cut (TW for death, blood, injuries, and poorly drawn angles)

[fk12b]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗

Balthazar x Reader

222 Followers Celebration Drabble: Marvel & Supernatural

Plot: None of the events turned out as expected

Main Characters: Team Free Will, Balthazar

Gif Prompt: "I'm sorry boys, do I look like a manservant to you? No? Then quit ringing for me, please!"

Warnings: Nothing, just Balthazar and some explosions. The usual. Phone editing

Word Count: 5509 Words

A/N: I reached the 200 Followers! And I wanted to celebrate this with you by writing this fic. I love every and each of my followers. Thanks a lot for your love and support. I'll be leaving my ask open for those who want HC or short Drabbles. I love Y'all 3000

Based on this song -> Sign - Jeremy Renner (Aka Hawkeye) & Eric Zayne

You were waiting outside the warehouse with a shotgun in hand, a machete attached to your belt and a knife plus a gun on your thigh holster. Like always, you were tasked with guarding the whereabouts of the monster's lair, specifically, the doors, while the Winchesters and Castiel took a look on the inside. At least, they could have left you the angel to keep you company and help you with the guarding task. Even a brother would have been enough.

What am I supposed to do if the thing comes up? You thought while you walked around in the woods, not too far away from the house but away enough to leave room in case you needed to follow the monster and not look suspicious. You weren’t usually this hesitant on keeping an eye outside while the brothers took a look, you’ve been hunting with them for years now despite your young age, being a bit younger than Sam. You even hunted with Bobby and Rufus and your dad, before meeting the brothers. So, you weren’t new in this business.

Something seemed off to you though. This warehouse looked like it was the hiding of a witch. The plants and flowers, where you were standing, were dry dead. You looked up at the sky. It was already past midnight, the moon shone brightly with a mesmerizing halo. The stars were also clear, you could clearly distinguish the Sagittarius constellation. Without looking down you scanned the treetops on your right. Only the two in the middle were leafless and dry. That's odd and clearly a sign there's a powerful witch or witches around. Better warn the boys.

When you turned around to go back on your steps, you bumped into a strong chest, almost falling on your butt, when strong arms caught you before you fell. In a swift movement, you took some steps away, heart racing, pointing your shotgun to them, before realizing who it was.

“Balthazar?” you frowned when you recognized the man, rather angel, standing there with his arms raised and relaxed a bit, put down your gun, to place a hand over your racing heart “You scared me. What are you doing here?”

“Sorry, love” the angel answered letting his arms fall back to his sides “It wasn’t my intention”

Love? You were taken aback at the nickname. Balthazar often tends to give you nicknames, but he never called you ‘love’ before.

“The Winchester found some ingredients in the house, and they might think there's a witch house near this one” He explained adjusting his blazer. “That’s why they called. They want us to take a look around” The blonde angel looked at you expectant.

“Okay” you nodded rather reluctantly. Something about this Balthazar seemed off, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

Usually, you could see his wings. It’s not like he was always showing them but sometimes stray feathers fell and you could see them. Maybe it’s because it’s past midnight?

“Y/N?” Balthazar frowned interrupting your thoughts making you focus on his eyes which also seemed different. They weren’t shining like they always were, for some reason.

“Right” You cleared your throat “Lead the way” you gave him a half-smile and motioned to your right for him to start walking.

Maybe it was the moon that was making you see things. This had to be Balthazar right? If he was the shapeshifter he wouldn’t have said your name, right?

While you tried to discover if the man in front of you was really Balthazar of not, lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice the glint in his eyes when he walked past you and how he smirked. If you were paying attention to your surroundings instead of the back of his head, you would have noticed how the leaves of the trees dried with each step you took. And if you had paid attention to him instead of your surroundings, when you reached the other warehouse, you could have avoided being thrown to the arms of Morpheus.

“Dean, I can’t find her” Castiel worried appearing next to the brothers making them turn in a hurry, and letting fall the heavy books they were holding while they looked around the basement.

“What do you mean you can’t find her?” Dean questioned the angel, furrowing his brows.

“She’s not outside.” The blue-eyed angel sighed “I went to warn her that we found indications that there may be a witch in this whereabouts, but she’s nowhere in sight” Castiel explained while the brothers rushed outside.

“Y/N!” Dean shouted desperately frantically lighting with his flashlight the floor, looking for any sings or footprints. “Sam! You go to the east while I go to the north”

“I’ll look around the forest” Castiel hurried and was gone in a flutter of wings.

Half an hour later, the Winchesters were desperate to find you, with a witch and a shapeshifter around, they were worrying more each passing second. Once they were back in the warehouse, they balanced the situation.

“It’s like she vanished out of thin air,” Sam said once he was in front of his brother and the angel.

“I didn’t find anything either” Dean rubbed his palm down his face “Just more dead trees.”

“Can we track her or something?” Sam suggested turning to Castiel.

“I cannot do that, Sam” Castiel sighed looking lost “She’s warded against the angels too”

“Then what do we do?” Dean asked exasperated lost as anyone.

“We can call Balthazar” Sam suggested even though he wasn’t very fond of that idea. “Balthazar somehow always knows where Y/N is” Sam explained when Dean turned to his brother like he had grown another two heads.

“Is our best option, Dean” Castiel warned the older Winchester.

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When you woke up again, some hours had passed and you found yourself tied to a chair, next to a big picture window. It was still dark outside and the moon shone brightly. You looked outside to admire the beauty of a dark forest and how the stars flickered while you were lost in your thoughts.

Great, back on the road again. Should I have shot him? They are only silver bullets, it’s not like I’m going to kill Balthazar, right? It’s not like he would care if a shot him. Why he would care anyway? According to him, I’m just a stupid human, like said many times. He can’t be him. Balthazar never called me love or darling. I should have been able to see his wings too. Or just a feather. If that thing is a shapeshifter, why would he take the form of Balthazar if he hasn’t been around? That’s impossible, so that might have been Balthazar and because of him, the shifter got me. Thanks a lot, Balthy. I owe you a big one.

You let your head back exasperated and bored letting out a long groan.

“Hey!” You called softly when you felt a presence near you. “Dude! Can you play some rock at least?” you shifted your head to your left to take a glimpse at the figure to no avail “No? Okay” you nodded when you got no response.

The Winchesters were in the back parking of the motel they were staying, preparing the ingredients to call the angel. Castiel in the meantime made sure the surroundings were empty from any prying eyes.

“Why do we have to call him?” Dean reluctantly hovered his hand over the bowl. “I mean, why does it have to be him?”

“Because Balthazar is the only one able to find Y/N, Dean” Castiel sighed turning to the brothers “There is no one around. I am going return to the warehouse to continue searching” when Sam turned around Castiel was already gone.

“Do you think he will help us?” Dean said turning slightly to his younger brother.

“We have to try” Sam worried running one hand down his face “Besides is Y/N we’re talking about”

“Cross your fingers so he won’t kill us for interrupting his menage a douche” Dean spoke slicing his hand to pour the blood into the bowl. “If this son of a bitch doesn’t help us, I’ll light up the forest if I have to”

Taking a cloth, to wrap it around his hand, and a match, he lighted it throwing it into the bowl. As soon as it burst into flames the lights in the parks went off with a burst and with a big explosion, Balthazar appeared in front of the brothers standing in the hood of a car, still holding a bottle of scotch.

“Winchesters, of course,” He said condescendingly, “I think you might have confused me with the other angel”

“Look, Balthazar, we wouldn't have bothered you if this wasn’t important” Dean retorted sharing a look with his brother who gave him a reassuring look.

“We really need your help” Sam added with hope placing his large hands inside his pockets.

"I'm sorry boys” The blonde angel pinched the bridge of his nose “do I look like a manservant to you? No? No? Then quit ringing for me, please!" With a look to the brothers, he adjusted his blazer ready to get back to his whiskey.

“It’s Y/N” Dean stopped the angel when he was about to snap his fingers making him freeze on the spot.

“What about her,” Balthazar said with a neutral tone that made the brothers worry while he banished the scotch bottle he was holding to cross his arms over his chest.

“We” Sam hesitated, shifting in his spot “We don’t know where is she” he mumbled avoiding any eye contact.

“Could you repeat that?” He asked even though he heard the tall man perfectly “I didn’t quite catch that” the angel’s rage was clear in his tone.

“We can’t find her” Dean spoke louder this time.

“How?” Balthazar asked rather calmly while he got off the car’s hood “How the fuck can someone lose a person?!” He shouted while walking up to the brothers, cutting of Dean who was about to give him a lame excuse.

“We don’t know!” Sam responded to the rhetoric question as equally harsh as the angel and the brothers grew worried every minute.

“It takes skill!” Balthazar turned to Sam pointing a finger at him but rubbing his face with his large hand instead.

“She just wasn’t outside” Dean explained trying calm the angel to no avail.

“The thing just kidnapped her in the woods or something!” Sam exclaimed angering the angel more.

“Sam you are not helping here” The older brother expressed turning to his brother. “Cas is waiting for us in the warehouse”

Before they could finish the sentence Balthazar transported the three of them back to the warehouse, where Castiel was waiting outside for their arrival.

“What was this thing you were hunting?” Balthazar addressed the brothers without looking behind and hurriedly walking towards the house.

“Shapeshifter” Sam affirmed catching up with the angel “but there are signs that indicate there must be witches around”

“Brother” Castiel greeted with a nod letting him get inside the house.

“Cassie” Balthazar nodded back starting to inspect the living room.

There were some books scattered around the table. They weren’t of import though, some were about philosophy and history. In the far corner, there was a table next to a window with more books opened there. Balthazar walked up to it noticing that there was a half-drank bottle of bourbon and a heavy whiskey glass next to a notebook.

Picking the glass of whiskey, he sniffled the liquor inside. It was then when he noticed that the scent of it was familiar. The finest of Dean’s whiskey, the one you drank after a long mission with the brothers and would sometimes share with him. That’s when he noticed the change of the surroundings and how the window in front of him changed into one of the bunker’s libraries. With a harsh movement, Balthazar smashed the liquor glass in the window startling the boys.

“Balthazar, what the fuck man?” Dean shouted at the angel.

“A hybrid” The angel simply started looking at the table and picking the bottle holding a dark liquid that was there, realizing that the books weren’t about history but grimoires.

“What?” Dean questioned not understanding what was going on.

“There aren’t witches around” Balthazar sighed turning to the brothers “You were right with the shapeshifter though, but he’s a hybrid”

“A hybrid?” Sam frowned “Like, half-shapeshifter half-witch?” The tall man questioned searching around the table.

“Correct” Balthazar sighed rubbing his palm down his face. “We need to find Y/N as soon as possible,” The angel said handing the bottle to his brother.

“What’s that?” Dean wondered with a frown watching how Castiel sniffed the bottle and grimaced.

“Elixir” The blue eyes angel simply answered frowning making everyone turn to him “Is a beverage that helps to find soulmates” Balthazar turned in a hurry back to the window throwing the books off the table on his way.

“So you’re telling us, that if a shapeshifter drank this” Sam wondered taking the bottle from Castiel and sniffling it “it shapeshifts into whoever’s soulmate?”

“Leaving them unarmed and, therefore, incapable of fighting back” Castiel added while he watched Balthazar walk to the next room where they heard another crash, hurriedly following it.

“Balthazar, calm down. We’re gonna find her, she can’t be too far” Dean spoke trying to calm the angel.

“How can you tell me to calm down, when my soulmate is in danger?” Balthazar relentlessly paced back to the other room rubbing his face.

“Wait for a second, Y/N is your soulmate?” Dean wondered frowning and getting angrier by each passing second. “How?”

“It didn’t occur to you why I’m the only one I can find her, even though she’s guarded against the angels?” The blonde angel said facing the brothers.

“You couldn’t have told us this before?” the older Winchester raised his voice.

“This” Balthazar retorted trying to contain his anger “Is the reason why I didn’t tell you, and yet, she’s is in danger”

“Okay, let’s calm down all for a bit” Sam tried to reassure everyone and stopped Balthazar from saying anything more when he saw him face him “The longer we keep arguing the longer she’ll be in danger. We all care about her all right?” With that, Sam grabbed Cas and when to find any clues about anything.

Balthazar simply turned to face the window with his eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm himself. But it was pointless, he looked to the dark woods with his hands on his hips, trying to decipher them, asking his father to keep you safe a little while longer until he could get to you. If there was only one thing he knew, it was that he couldn’t lose you. Even with his idiotic demeanor, as you liked to refer to his antics, you always looked past him and understood him. He really was a stupid angel if he thought he could protect you by acting the way he does. Maybe he was afraid of love? Maybe what scared him was not being corresponded? Or maybe him? Being the soulmate of an angel is not easy. It’s a serious matter and risky. He couldn’t let anything happen to you.

“Does Y/N know you are her soulmate?” Dean asked sensing his distress stepping next to him.

“No, she doesn’t” Balthazar spoke calmly letting a long breath through his nose “I know she can see my wings though”

“Why didn’t you tell her?” the Winchester said looking at the things Balthazar threw to the floor.

“It’s not an easy topic, Dean” Balthazar crossed his arms frowning “A soulmate is something major, something serious. Something that escapes our knowledge”

“Do you love her?” Dean simply questioned in a soft tone, picking something from the floor frowning.

“Having a soulmate doesn’t imply that you love them. And loving someone doesn’t imply that it’s your soulmate” The angel answered.

“But, do you love her?” Dean repeated turning to the angel, who kept staring at the woods as if sensing something.

“It’s...” Balthazar paused frowning “complicated”

“Do you love her?” The hunter replied more sternly this time as a protective brother would.

“With all my being” Balthazar retorted.

Balthazar noticed the outline of a warehouse deep in the woods. It was for only a second and if he wouldn’t have been an angel probably would have missed it.

“I saw something,” Balthazar shouted turning to step out of the house “Move!” the angel growled grabbing everyone's attention.

Not too far from the main lair, the team found the hidden warehouse, that could be easily mistaken for something else if you didn’t pay attention to your surroundings, as it was dark and in the middle of the woods.

“It’s warded” Castiel comment watching how the sigils, only seen to the angels’ eyes, glow. “Of course we couldn’t locate it. We have to be careful, Balthazar and I will be locked inside our vessels and can’t use our powers”

Balthazar without thinking twice resumed his walk, Castiel trying to stop him with his arm to no avail. The blonde angel knew you were inside, we sensed his ring he thought he had lost some time ago in a fight with some angry demons trying to save the day. The angel tried to look for it everywhere to no avail.

“Balthazar...” Castiel spoke but was interrupted

“Cassie, save it.” The angel interrupted with a raise of his hand and opening the door to the house.

The Winchesters raised their guns and carefully stepped inside, following Balthazar, Castiel being the last one, closed the door after him, locking it so the monster wouldn’t leave the house. The boys went through different corridors in search of you or the monster. Castiel went upstairs, inspecting every bedroom but coming up empty-handed, whereas Sam went to his right searching in the kitchen and the small dining room.

You were halfway from freeing yourself from the tight constraints when you heard slow footsteps coming towards you. Quickly moving you managed to free your left arm and you were about to pick the knife when Dean came into view.

“Sweetheart” He relaxed and hurriedly walked up to you “Are you okay? Any wounds?” he worried freeing you with a cut of his knife and looking for any damage with his expert fingers.

“No, nothing serious” You replied dusting of yourself and hiding back your switchblade. “I think the shifter might have taken the form of ...”

“Balthazar, we know” The Winchester interrupted you handing you a spare gun

“How did you know?” You wondered frowning

“Balthazar and Cas discovered it. The actual Balthazar, not that thing” Dean explained when he saw your bewildered face  “And the bastard is half-witch half-shapeshifter”

“A hybrid?” you groaned examining the gun and reading it  “Wait! Where’s Balthazar?” You stopped Dean when he was about to walk away.

“Headed down the basement,” He clarified with a nod of his head

“Shit, okay” you worried “Go by the front stairs I’ll through the back. Dean” You stopped him with a tight hold on his arm “Don’t shoot whatever happens don’t shoot at Balthazar, even if it’s the shifter”

“But...”

“No” you raised your tone worriedly “There are sigils against angels and another I don’t recognize but it looks like a killing sigil, please Dean” you pleaded and Dean couldn’t help but nod at your worried expression and walk to the basement.

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As you took the stairs step by step, your anxiety levels were raising exponentially. What if you shoot the wrong Balthazar? What if you couldn’t recognize him? He was an angel, but what if you ended up killing him? And if you ended up killing the target, how could you explain to him how you did recognize him? Your heart was pounding in a mix of fear and anxiety perfect formula to fight against a witch-shifter and deal with Balthazar.

You crossed the corridor leading to a big room illuminated by the moon thanks to an upper small window. Right when you crossed the threshold, you saw the blonde angel facing the older Winchester, who was pointing his gun at him.

“Dean, no!” You shouted pointing your gun to them making the man in the middle turn to you.

“Y/N, it’s not Balthazar” Dean shouted back losing his patience the son of a bitch having taunted him seconds before.

“No!” You cried when Dean was about to shoot but something rather someone grabbed who you thought was Balthazar throwing him forward and making him hit the wall, instantly getting into a fight.

Of course, the actual angel, and not a cheap copy of the whiskey addict angel, was the cause of such commotion. But you didn’t know that, and now more than ever, you couldn't recognize which one was which. None of them had wings. Usually, you were able to see them, but of course, this wasn’t a great moment, complicating things more.

“Y/N, which one is Balthazar?” Dean asked not knowing who was who now that there were two. Both of them having changed positions when fighting and having lost who was on the floor moments before.

“I don’t know, Dean!” You shouted your anxiety hit its maximum “I can’t see his wings. I don’t know” you whispered hoarsely

Dean charged his gun seconds before one of the two Balthazars fell to the floor dead.

You ran from the scene as fast as your legs could take you. You couldn’t bear the pressure and you couldn’t bear the pain. Mind fogged and at a mile per second, as soon as you stepped out of the house, the cold air hit you and you collapsed to the floor, your legs not holding you up anymore.

Not caring that your hands were getting dirty, you grabbed the dirt trying to calm your rapid and labored breaths. But your chest was getting tighter every passing second. For crying out loud, you didn’t even notice your tears breaking free and streaming down your cheeks to the floor. Of course, you didn’t feel a pair of arms lifting you off the floor and holding you to a firm chest either.

“It’s me, It’s just me” Balthazar soothed you holding you tighter to his chest, placing a reassuring hand on your head “It’s okay” He whispered to your hair kissing your head while engulfing the both of you in his fluffy wings. To let you know it was actually him speaking.

You actually started to relax when you heard his soothing voice and felt his wings surround you. The angel took your right hand, the one with the ring he thought he lost, and placed it over his heart, gently pressing on it.

“I was scared I was gonna lose you” you whispered through your tears placing your left cheek on his chest, his heartbeat calming you “Even though might hate me”

“You didn’t and I’m here” Balthazar quickly reassured you “And I don’t hate you,” He said kissing your head again.

“No, you can’t stand me” you continued without listening to him and subconsciously holding him tighter to you “Yet, you somehow always know where I am, and you’re always ready to brag about yourself. Your ego is actually bigger than your true form”

Balthazar couldn’t help but chuckle at that. It was true but the angel only did that because you are an easy target to tease, always having a sassy and witty comeback for him, and funny to annoy.

“You are probably going to kill me or worse, throw a new one at me because I’m ruining your t-shirt.” You rambled on, letting everything out all at once, without any consistency in your speech “Why you weren’t showing your wings?” The angel heard you say “you could have saved us a lot of time. It was because of the sigils? You could have died if someone hurt you. But, you know I can see them, right? Probably, a simple human being able to see your wings is not what you expected. You prob...”

Balthazar couldn’t help but stop your rambling with a searing kiss. Once your brain comprehended what was happening you kissed back for a second, before pulling apart.

“Why did you do that?” you asked closing your eyes while Balthazar rested his forehead in yours “I’m gross and I look horrible”

“I did that because I love you,” The angel said kissing your temple “you’re awesome and you look more than fine to me”

“How?” You whispered taking a step back.

“For the same reason, you kept this” Balthazar said holding your right hand and caressing your knuckles with his thumb, stopping at his ring, bring your hand to his lips and kissing it.

“Do you” you cleared your throat “Do you want it back?”

“Nah, it suits you better” Balthazar shrugged taking a step closer to you and cupping your face with his hands and whipping the tear trails carefully giving you a smile.

The angel kissed you again and you immediately kissed back, this time not breaking the kiss that took your breath again. It felt more than right, you didn’t have the words to describe it and you were sure that fireworks went off. When you pulled apart, after what seemed like an eternity but actually were minutes, you pulled away for breath.

“Come on” Balthazar kissed your forehead and took your small hand in his bigger one “I promised the Winchesters I would bring you safely to the bunker, let’s go”

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Once you set foot on the Bunker, exhaustion took over your body and Balthazar dragged you to the sofa on the makeshift living room, too tired to get to your room, where you collapsed on top of him. you almost drifted off to sleep instantly but felt the angel draped, what you guessed was his blazer around you and kiss your forehead. He watched how your lips turned into a smile and happy with that picked one of your books on the coffee table and started to read while he played with your hair.

Dean, Sam, and Cas were back hours later making a lot of noise while they searched for both of you, but couldn’t find you. The three of them on the way to your room, Sam noticed some light coming through the living room and went to check Dean and Castiel following close behind and saw you cuddled up with Balthazar.

“Pardon me boys” Balthazar spoke startling the hunters “But Y/N here is trying to sleep, she had a rough day, it would be very nice of you if you didn’t make so much noise”

“Right, well, we just...” Dean awkwardly nodded, quickly leaving the situation while the youngest Winchester awkwardly smiled retiring to his room.

Cas simply walked into the living room and took a seat in one of the armchairs next to the TV to watch something that was on. Feeling a pair of eyes on him, the blue-eyed angel turned to his brother.

“I don’t have a TV in my room” Cas explained fumbling with the remote to mute said device.

“Just shut up and don’t make any noise,” Balthazar said simply rolling his eyes and kissed your forehead when he felt you stirring.

One year later...

You had turned your room upside down, searching for the ring but you couldn’t find it. And now you could find less in the mess you’ve created in the process. Coming out from under the bed, you huffed and used the foot of the bed to help yourself to stand up. Maybe wearing heels while searching for a small object was not a great idea. You groaned placing your hands on your hips growing frustrated by the second. Of course, on the day Balthazar decided to do something nice for you, you had to lose the ring you so much liked. You definitely were going to be late on your special day. You let your head hung low in default. A chuckle from behind you made you turn around so fast it almost gave you whiplash .

“Giving up already?” Balthazar said, amusement evident on his face. He was enjoying your little show, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed.

“Instead of mocking me, you could help me find the ring or tidying up this mess” You sighed walking up to him careful not to trip over something.

“Nah, it’s funnier from this side of the room” your blonde angel joked making you slap his arm, but he simply raised an eyebrow at you. “Is not there any kiss for a poor lonely angel?” the angel complained once you copied him raising your own eyebrow.

“Fine, but because you asked nicely” you sassed walking closer to him making him uncross his arms, his hands instantly going to your waist.

Sneaking your arms around his neck, and in a swift movement, you pulled him towards you, lips crashing against his. He opened them immediately, tongue darting out to claim your mouth, his hands wandering down to your hips to bring you closer towards him, and then roaming across your back.

“Woah” Balthazar breathed when you were finally forced to pull away completely breathless.

“Yeah, Woah” you whispered completely out of breath “By the way, not that I am complaining or anything,” you said hands going to his chest “But why are you back so early? I thought you had some business to attend” you frowned caressing his muscular chest.

“Well, yes” Balthazar nodded while his big hands went to your waist. “But I forgot my blazer, that someone rudely stole. It looks better on you anyway” he accentuated it with a peck to your red lips “And in the search for it, I came across your little show” The angel smirked and went to squeeze your assbutt but you slapped his hand away.

“Oh my god” you groaned stepping out of his arms “Where you here this whole time? You could have at least helped me find the damn ring” You raised your arms annoyed and then crossed your arms over your chest giving him a full view of your cleavage.

“Right” He nodded forgetting what he was about to say for a second “But as I said before, love, the fun is in this side of the room” He smirked leaning again on the door frame crossing his arms.

“You are impossible,” You said rolling your eyes “Can you help me find it or not?” you were starting to get annoyed

“Can I have my blazer back?” Balthazar straitened back and asked you playfully bored.

“But It’s warm” you complained with a pout “Wait!” you called when Balthazar turned to leave missing how he smirked in victory. You begrudgingly took off his jacket and handed it back to him, leaving you only in your strapped little black dress, that hugged your curves and clung to your body as a second skin and Balthazar very much loved, and heels “Now, can you help me or not?”

“Yes,” The blonde angel said rolling his eyes and adjusting his blazer “but first give me your hand” he offered you a hand, making grabby hands at you when you didn’t move. Sighing you extended your right hand to him “That no, the other” You rolled your eyes but complied anyway fighting against a smile that wanted to break free.

Without taking his whiskey-colored eyes from your Y/E/C ones, he slid something into your ring finger. Thinking it was his ring you went to look at it and came face to face with a simple diamond band with the stone shining blue. With wide and teary eyes, you looked at your angel who was smirking.

“Is this...” you whispered not finding your voice.

“A promise of loving you for the rest of my life? Absolutely” He smiled and chuckled at your expression looking down for a second suddenly nervous “So what do you s...” He started to ask but you cut him off with a searing kiss. “Is this a yes?” Balthazar asked breathlessly, for the second time in a row, when you pulled apart resting his forehead in yours and gazing into your beautiful eyes, that were a window to your bright soul, placing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“It’s an of course” You smiled kissing him again, making him hum into the kiss.

“Then I can give you this now,” He said pulling away and grabbed your other hand, placing the ring you were looking for on your other ring finger, once he took it out from his pocket.

“I can’t believe you” you gasped once you realized what he did making you slap his chest.

“Mischief managed” Balthazar chuckled grabbing you by the back of your neck and crashing his lips into yours in another searing kiss.

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