#archangel michael x reader

[redr0sewrites]

HI HI!!!! if you do ever decide to write for the archangels i would LOVE sum michael hcs.!!.!!.! i would gobble him up yum yum

jumped skipped and hopped over all my other requests to get to this one LMAO- considering he's non-canon i just went off my own hcs soo yea!!!!

🥀Cw: fluff, smut, bible lore™️, possible religious trauma?

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

Sfw:

Michael has lived a long, long time, he's been alive since before earth was even created and has definitely seen some things

he knows that many mortals experience love, yet he never really felt such a strong connection until he met you. of course he loved his "family", but michael was a stranger to true love

HES SUCH A GENTLEMAN! michael definitely puts your needs before his, and i hc his love languages to be quality time and acts of service. he loves having you by his side more than anything, and is always spending time with you.

he's the type to give you lots and lots of flowers! you two probably have a garden that he goes to get flowers from, because he just loves how happy you get at such a seemingly simple gesture

michael is very protective, but not in a limiting way, he just wants to make sure your safe. after lucifer fell from heaven and created original sin, michael had to step up and take on even more heavenly duties. he knows how important it is to keep you safe and he loves you a lot, so he worries about you a lot

he honestly misses lucifer a lot, but he would never admit it. he talks to you a lot about his other siblings and family, and tells you stories about the beginning of earth and heaven's creation. he definitely introduces you to the other archangels, seraphims, and heavenly virtues, and loves that you get along with them. i definitely think you'd become buddies with azrael or gabriel, and y'all would cause shenanigans together (much to michaels dismay)

michael is literally so patient with you, and it's genuinely so sweet. everyone can tell he's WHIPPED, and he honestly doesn't mind. he'll listen to you ramble for hours on end, he'll try more modern food for you, he'll even adopt your music taste once he starts dating you! michael loves you as a whole and wants to enjoy everything you're interested in

HUSBAND MATERIAL. he definitely takes it upon himself to cook for you, he helps you clean, anything you need help with he volunteers to assist you.

michael is SUCH a morning person you can not tell me im wrong. he wakes up really early, and loves watching you sleep peacefully. he makes you breakfast in the morning and when its time for you to wake up, he always wakes you up with kisses or tickles or both! he loves holding you in the morning, but he's a little strict about getting up on time, he does have heavenly duties to attend to after all. if you do manage to wake up before him, you might manage to convince him to stay in bed with you for just a few more minutes. he honestly has such a soft spot for you

you are one of the few people allowed to touch his wings, which is a HUGE sign of trust on michael's part. he usually keeps his wings hidden, but there comes a time when they get so irritating that they just need to be preened. he gets all huffy about it because its "such an inconvenience", and you get to laugh at his pouty face while you gently preen his wings!

i think all the archangels have 6 wings, so it definitely takes a while. michael probably falls asleep halfway through, the feeling of your soft, smaller hands on his wings just makes him feel soft and drowsy. preening often transitions to.... other activities if yk what i mean bc of how sensitive angels' wings are. because michael keeps his wings hidden so often, his wings are especially sensitive and its one of the few times you'lll ever see him blush hehe

he has a really soft, smooth voice, and you LOVE listening to him speak. michael will definitely read to you if you ask, and you can't help but nod off to the sound of his melodic voice. i definitely think most abgels are very musical or at least enjoy music, and if you beg, you may get him to sing for you. his voice is lovely, and he'll sing you soft lullabies in old languages that you can't understand but know are loving

you two very rarely argue, and whenever you do come to a disagreement, michael adamantly refuses to raise his voice at you. he would never yell at you or say anything harsh, and is more likely to opt to just spend some time apart to think on the disagreement. he never lets you two go to bed upset, and will always sit down to have a conversation with you about any clashes you two have. i dont see him as too stubborn and i think he's willing to compromise on most accounts, but its very rare that you two argue anyway because he's so sweet all the time

Nsfw:

michael is 100% a giver in bed. he loves giving you oral and always prioritizes your pleasure over his own. he's always focused on making you cum first and really enjoys pleasing you

i see him as a switch, he could definitely be a pleasure dom but i also see him as a bit of a sub as well. sometimes all of his work and overall stress gets to his head, and he trusts you enough to let you take the reins and get him out of his own head. when he subs, he's definitely much louder and a lot whinier. he's definitely not a brat and would probably do anything you ask him to

he has a praise kink both ways, and loves showering you in praise. michael definitely likes mirror sex, and will tell you to call yourself beautiful of pretty or handsome as he fucks you.

"darling, look at how pretty you are. c'mon, i want to hear you say it. look in the mirror, don't you see how pretty you are?"

eye contact is important to him, and he enjoys a lot of basic positions like missionary and things like that, but i also see him being into lotus position because he loves being so close to you.

michael isn't very loud when it comes to sex, but he is big on talking to you. he loves whispering sweet nothings to you as you cum, and praising you in how well you took him

he isn't ridiculously vanilla, but he hasn't been very adventurous either. while i don't think he's had any official relationships before you, i dont see him as a virgin. he's probably slept with a few people, so he has some experience, but he's still learning as well. i think he's down to try most things as long as you're into them, but he wouldn't want to hurt you too much

michael may feel a bit awkward about sex, sure he knows its not a big deal, but a part of him doesn't want to overstep any of your boundaries either. he wants you to know that he's with you because he loves you, not just for sex and will make that abundantly clear. y'all definitely have a serious conversation about it before the first time you have sex, and you definitely have a safeword

GUYS HEAR ME OUT but i think he'd have a bit of a corruption kink. he'd never admit it but the thought of him being your first is SUCH a turn on, and he really loves when you get so fucked-put that you're incoherent. i think he'd be down for a bit of role play, but only if you're into it and it would definitely relate to some sort of corruption or religious corruption

i don't think he'd degrade you too much, but i do think he might mock you a bit. "oh, you were such a devout little thing, i wonder what the others would think of you now darling. sucking in my cock like a vice, you really aren't so innocent after all, aren't you dear?"

he loves overstimulating you until you're incoherent, but i don't think he's big on orgasm denial. he loves pleasuring you and he loves rewarding you more than anything. the only time i see him really denying your orgasms is if you've been a major brat and have pushed him over the edge, or if you ask him to. either way he's gonna mock you a bit on how filthy you are, but will still praise you for taking it so well

he has definitely bought you a lot of pretty little necklaces and loves seeing you in nothing but the gifts he bought you. the way the charm bounces against your chest as he fucks you, it drives him crazy! especially if theyre gold or if theyre cross necklaces, bc its so similar to his color scheme

he likes holding your hand during sex. its very intimate, and he always gives your hand a little squeeze as he's coming

i think one of the few things he's against during sex is hurting you. sure, he'll mock you here and there, but hurting you? no, its just a turnoff for him. your the most precious thing in his life, he'd never want to hurt you even in jest. if you really, really wanted him to you might get him to tie you down or maybe hold your throat/face while he fucks you, but he would never go as far as to hurt you

when it comes to you fucking him, he loves to be praised and pampered. its a bit embarrassing, but he's often so overworked and pent up that he really loves being treated sweetly. he might cry a bit during sex, trust me he's ok, he just gets overstimulated really easily. michael definitely enjoys it tho!

speaking of overstimulation, PLEASE touch his wings during sex! you'll get the sweetest moans and whimpers from him, and he'll get so whiny. its one of the few times he'll beg, and he both loves and hates when you make him cum untouched by only stroking his wings

aftercare is very important to michael, and he always takes time to clean you both up. it's an unspoken agreement that whoever tops cleans up the other first and starts the bath while the person who subbed takes a minute to catch their breath. he always wipes down your thighs and cleans you off, and when it comes to baths, he'll always make sure everything is ready before carrying you to the tub. when he's subbing, he'll probably try his best to help you but may push himself a bit too hard because he's so tired. PLEASE kiss him and pamper him in the tub, tell him how much you love him!!!!

hes genuinely just so sweet in bed and during aftercare, and overall cares about you a lot

PLSSS THE HYPWRFIXATION IS INSANE. I LOVE ALL THE ARCHANGELS AND HEAVEN AUS SM!!!!!!!!! CRYING BEGGING PLEEEADING FOR YALL TO SEND IN REQUESTS FOR ANYONE FROM THE HEAVEN AUS. the one im most familiar with is @esbellesantos au and my fav is azrael so PLSSS feel free to send in azrael reqs 😇 anyways hope yall enjoyed!!! i loved writing this sm!!!!

[attempt-at-fanfic]

The Other Angel

Michael and Max sat at opposite ends of the table in the motel room, not glaring at each other just watching. Analysing each other, waiting for the other to have the smallest reaction. There was no hate between them more a… distaste. Michael didn’t really like humans (apart from Adam) and Max wasn’t a fan of archangels. Funnily enough after dealing with both Lucifer and alternate reality Michael, she didn’t really feel like hearing, seeing or talking to anymore archangels as long as she could help it.

Adam, who wasn’t in control of the vessel right now, was astral projecting sitting on the chair between them trying to not laugh at how ridiculous they were. He should have known this was going to happen, they were practically identical (guess he had a type). Deeply loyal to a fault but also very untrusting of strangers, protective of what (or who) they care about. So ,in theory, they should get along but the reality wasn’t looking that bright and Adam wasn’t sure how much more he could deal with this bizarre throuple’s therapy.

“So…we all just going to sit here in silence all day or…” he tried to start. Max tilted her head to the side, still watching Michael, she smirked. Adam knew what she was doing, she did this to every annoying customer she used to get at the diner, she was trying to get a reaction out of Michael, baiting him. Adam sighed “Cmon guys, we need to make this work. And to do so you guys actually need to talk. You both promised you would do that?” They both huffed. “I’m willing to talk. If she’s willing to listen.” Michael said. Max shrugged “Maybe I would listen, if you had anything interesting to say angel.” Michael clenched his jaw showing his annoyance, this made her smirk widen.

Adam shot her a look, it was hard to be annoyed at her though. He cared for Michael but his love for Max never stopped, and after all this time seeing that she hadn’t fully change. He missed her, during the 10 years in hell and last few months felt like a dream to be back with her. After everything they had been through, they were still those dumb kids staying up to ridiculous times at night watching TV, and eating way too much candy, while his mum was at work. “Michael, why don’t you start then, since you’re actually being cooperative” Max scoffed, glaring at Adam “Why do you not like Max?” Michael rolled his eyes. “Cmon buzzard, the quicker we do this the quicker it’s over.” Max said moving in her seat. She tilted her head to the other side “Then we can go back to our mutual hatred.”

Michael looked her in the eyes “Why didn’t you try to get to the cage?” This took Max by surprise, she opened her mouth but nothing followed. “Because the way I see it, you keep saying how much you care about Adam and how you missed him yet, you never even attempted to get him out. Not once.” Max remained quiet. It was Michael’s turn to smirk “I guess you are just like the Winchesters. Family matters until it becomes inconvenient. How long did it take until you forgot about the cage completely?”

“You son of a-“ “Max!” She stood up out of her chair, she looked like she wanted to hurt Michael. “You have no right to question me like that!” Michael glared at her “No, actually I have every right too.” Max glare down at the angel “Listen here you over-grown, magic turkey. I don’t have to explain myself to you! You and your fucked up family have been screwing me over from day one, and you’re here acting all high and mighty! Well you know what Mike’s, at least I didn’t throw my brother in hell! At least I didn’t tell the other to fuck off! And at least I didn’t leave one to deal with my shit in heaven after getting myself thrown in the cage!”

This caused Michael to stand, his eyes glowing blue. “Watch your mouth!” She smiled “Don’t even start that shit. Trust me after dealing with Luci, I can assure you, you are not even close to being scary.” The two of them glared at each other. Adam cleared his throat to get their attention. “Can you both sit back down and calm it.” He looked between them expectantly. Michael begrudgingly took his seat again but Max remained standing, glaring down at him.

“For your goddamn information, angel! I did! I looked everywhere for an answer! I tried everything! Nothing worked! And the winchesters-“ Max paused to stop her self from crying. “I asked Sam and Dean, they told me it was impossible! Even Castiel said it wasn’t possible!” She leaned forward on the table. “So don’t you dare try and throw that in my face.” Adam sighed “Max, sit down please.” She glared at Adam but sat down anyway. Adam looked at Michael, glaring at him to apologise. “I’m sorry I didn’t realise.” Max’s gaze landed on the floor as the uncomfortable silence returned to the motel room.

“Max, why do you have a problem with Michael?” She looked between Adam and Michael. “Aside from the obvious stick up his ass.” She looked over at Adam, who wasn’t impressed. She sighed “Let’s called just ‘bad experiences’ with Archangels, especially ones called Michael.” She looked at Michael again just glaring at him. He had a confused look “What does that mean?” Max looked away, tears quickly forming under her eyes, she shook her head. Adam and Michael look at each other. “Babe….what’s wrong?” Adam leaned forward, towards Max. She calmed herself down, “I…don’t wanna talk about it.”

She sighed, sat back and then looked at Michael “Look… I’m not gonna trust you, not for a while. I recognise that’s on me cause I know you’re not your brother or the weird alternate universe Michael. Don’t ask. I just……I just need time. Please. Can you give me that?” Michael looked at her, scanned her face, and for the first time since Michael met her, she was vulnerable. It shocked the angel, he wasn’t use to that, the open vulnerability. “Ok” he said quietly “I will try my best to not make that worse for you.” She smiled, before turning to Adam “Happy?” He smiled at both of them, “It’s a start. A good one”

Alex stood up “Good, now I’m hungry. I’m going to get food, if you boys want to join you can.” She walked out. Adam turned to Michael “That means she wants us to go with her but doesn’t want to asks. Michael stood up “I will never understand that.”

Adam laughed “You will.”

[ethanrs]

The Painting

Where the reader is an artist and makes an emotional piece of Michael after one of the many times they saw his wings, this is pretty cheesy and a tad sickeningly sweet, ENJOY!!

Y/n was in their art studio that was kept in the basement of their shared home, they were making a painting of their handsome lover, Michael, and made him the centerpiece after seeing his wings recently. They were sitting on the idea for it for a while feeling nervous about it but they finally decided to work on and perfect the piece. As Y/n was working on it for the first hour they pondered on what Michael would think about it, they hoped they would have it finished in time for their anniversary the next day, and give it to him as a gift, Y/n loved making things for the people they cared about. Their favorite music playing in the background as they started to paint out the form of Michael, saving room for his outstretched wings, deemed ‘flawed’ and ‘imperfect’ by Michael but Y/n saw him as beautiful and wanted to capture the beauty they saw in their lover in their work, the basic detailing of Michael’s body was done, Y/n moved on to basic detail and patterning of his wings, making sure to capture every single detail he memorized by heart.

As they continued the painting they kept to using varying shades of grey but adding pops of color, shades of blue and matching colors that made them think of Michael, as they added more and more detail to their soon-to-be masterpiece, Y/n took a second to glance at the time, a few hours had passed from when they started, Y/n glanced at the painting, feeling happy with the progress, it still lacked a lot more detail, darkened shadows and whisps of light, but nonetheless, it looked amazing. With that in mind, Y/n felt like it was time for a much-needed break, the paint on their palette was almost gone so it was the perfect stopping point. Putting the used materials aside, Y/n grabbed a tarp to cover the painting with, making sure it didn’t touch the still-wet paint before it got dry enough, grabbing the used brushes, water cup, and palette, Y/n brought them upstairs to clean off before deeming one-hundred percent finished for the day. Once they reached the kitchen and cleaned off the utensils he left those to dry in the empty dish rack, heading to the living room after and spotting Michael on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone, Y/n smiled and moved to sit next to him, leaning into Michael’s left side, Michael wordlessly moved his arm to wrap it around Y/n and pull them closer, leaning his head on top of Y/n. Y/n sighed deeply, needing this affection after being so busy for the past few hours, Michael soon began to speak no too long after. “You must be working hard on that painting huh? you look exhausted.” Y/n snickered at Michael’s observation, it was true they were working really hard on it, putting their love and adoration for Michael into that piece, hoping with every fiber of their being that he would love it. “Yeah, It’s something I’ve been wanting to work on for a while, I just needed the right… inspiration.” Y/n replied, still leaning comfortably into Michael’s side, “Well I can’t wait to see it when it’s done.” Michael said, looking down at Y/n as he smiled, Y/n looked up at Michael and smiled back, Michael leaned in and gave Y/n a quick peck on the lips.

Y/n and Michael enjoyed the rest of the day in each other's company, whether it was watching shows or movies, to playing some games together, Y/n had a laugh teaching Michael to play videogames like Minecraft or animal crossing and is proud to say that they did a good job at teaching him how to play. After they were done playing games and hanging out the couple crawled into bed together and drifted off to sleep, well, at least Y/n did, Michael couldn’t sleep, he wanted to see what Y/n had been working on that he didn’t want him to see yet, he didn’t want to snoop and ruin the surprise, he knew it was something for him, and for their anniversary, he wouldn’t forget something like that, so he kept trying all night to fall asleep but just couldn’t. By the time it was morning, Michael hadn’t gotten an ounce of sleep.

When Y/n woke, Michael was asleep, normally he was awake first but he must have been exhausted so Y/n let him sleep in, deciding to get up and continue work on the painting. Crawling out of the shared bed to head to the kitchen and grab the supplies they cleaned off the day before, heading downstairs and into the basement they unveiled the half-finished painting and began the routine they took before they started painting, playing their music a lot quieter this time so as not to wake Michael, and continued their work. Looking at the painting, Y/n pictured more of what they wanted to add, the painting was a view of Michael’s back, his head slightly turned to the left, facing his undamaged wing, both wings spread wide, the canvas was rather large, Y/n continued to add more details to the wings, deeming Michael’s body and head well detailed already, maybe a few more details in the hair but that’s it. They did their best to make his wings look as treasured as they should be, deciding to add some beautiful shades of gold in the highlighted areas of feathers, mixing beautifully into the detail of the dark feathers, adding some of that gold into his hair as well, Y/n thought that the piece was missing something more. Y/n took a piece of paper off of their desk and crumpled it up, using it on a test piece of canvas so as not to ruin what they were doing, they decided they didn't like that and tested a more splatter effect on the spare canvas, they liked that more and globbed a mix of dark blue and black onto a big brush and splattered that onto the canvas edges, the blue and black blended nicely and really finished the piece. Y/n deemed the painting done and added his signature and the date onto the back, along with a little message for Michael, “Your flaws are what make you perfect to me.” Y/n read it over and thought it sounded cheesy, but the words were true, Michael was perfect to Y/n. Y/n covered it up, and it was perfect timing too, it was the day of their anniversary, the door to the basement had opened and Michael started to descend the stairs, Y/n already covered up the painting, and turned off their music, “Y/n, come on upstairs and eat some breakfast.” Michael said when he reached the bottom of the stairs, Y/n ran up to Michael and gave him a good-morning kiss, even though it was almost noon, and followed him up the stairs and into the kitchen, “So how's your little project coming along?” Michael asked as he handed Y/n some breakfast, Y/n gladly took it and sat down in their seat, “I finished it not too long ago,” Y/n responded, taking a few bites of their food, Michael doing the same, they ate in silence, happily enjoying the silent company, the window above the sink was open and you could hear the sound of birds chirping and the wind rustling the leaves, it was rare when they would just sit and eat without talking to each other the whole time. Finsihing their food they did the dishes together and got ready for another comfy day in their home. It wasn’t too long after they were ready for their days that Y/n bolted into the basement and grabbed the painting, wrapped in the cloth that was hiding it from view, and brought it upstairs to finally show Michael their hard work.

Once they had ascended the stairs they immediately found Michael sitting on the couch in the living room, he was looking for something to watch on the tv, as some random show or movie played in the background as he searched. Y/n walked up to Michael from behind the couch and rested their chin on top of his head, the painting behind their back at this point. “Heyyyyyyy,” Y/n said, Michael smiled and stopped his searching, and placed the remote down next to him, moving his head to look at Y/n, who had a huge smile on their face. Y/n removed the covered painting from behind their back and handed it to Michael, waiting for him to take it from their hands, as Michael took the painting he began to uncover it and revealed his lovers' handiwork. Once Michael fully removed the paintings cover he was shocked by what he saw on the canvas, he didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this, his heart was swelling, even though Michael had a bad self-image due to his injury, he was happy that his lover thought he looked amazing enough to paint in that light, Michael went to put it down when Y/n said, “turn it around!” Michael did just that and was surprised by the cute little comment on the back, “That's so cheesy,” Michael chuckled, Y/n laughed a bit too, “I know, but hey, it’s true.” Michael set down the painting and pulled Y/n in for a kiss.

END.

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[royallogana]

Taps mic Hello, Hello is this this on? My name is Royal Logana or Strawberry Arctic (Genderfluid( I use any pronouns), 18+). I am artist and fanfic writer and upcoming story writer(hopefully). I am dyslexic so please forgive my spelling. My interests change fast so forgive me. If you would like to use any plot bunnies I have posted, feel free to use but with credit me and/or link me the fic or art.

I am currently interested in Transformers, Lucifer (TV)

And no bullying here this is a friendly zone of Chaos so please. If you don't like and/or see anything you don't like please don't say anything just move about your day or say it lightly.

Masterlist(s) and Links A03: Strawberry_Wonderland

Celestial Mess(Lucifer Netflix)

Elysian Roses(TFP post-war au) Home Sweet Home

But here are my rules and (main)characters I write for.

Characters

Optimus

Megatron

Soundwave

Michael (Lucifer netflix)

The closest ranks to Optimus and Megatron in shows

Lucifer Morningstar(Lucifer Netflix)

Rules

What I am willing to write

Manipulation

Drugging (to certain extent)

Incest (to an extent and only for Michifer(Lucifer and Michael)

Kidnapping(to an extent)

Murder(to an extent)

Age regression

Beatiality(to an extent)

X male, female, genderfluid, gender neutral reader

Poly

Ships (I am a multishiper but I don't see Optimus and Bumblebee as lovers I only see them as father and son but if you see them as lovers I don't mind you stopping by.)

What I will not write

Pedophilia

R*pe/ non- con

Scatophillia(sexual arousal and please of feces)

Suicide

Physical/sexual abuse (unless it is metion or canon in the series)

Yandere(sexually)

Age play

(Age play and age regression is not the same. Age play- roleplaying in which an individual acts or treats another as if they were a different age, sexual or non-sexual. Age regression- when a person's thoughts, emotions, behaviour revert to earlier stage of development which can be triggered by stress or traumatic memories)

If you are unsure about something here or something I didn't mention please feel free to ask(even if my ask are closed)

Constructive criticism is absolutely welcome.

Please if miss any warnings on my works. Please tell me.

I will not always have my ask/request open but you ask if it open. If it is closed I will only take requests a day after it is closed. And it will take a while, so please be patient with me.

Thank you for your time and support! I hope you enjoy your time in the royal court.

[super-incorrect]

[During a dinner with Archangels]

Y/n - Have I told you how much I love you?

Gabriel - You might have but feel free to remind me

Y/n - Well I lov-

Michael - Enough! You have reminded him 11 times during this dinner alone! He remembers! We all remember!

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📻:Dad!Alastor when you're uncomfortable during pregnancy / going into labour?

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🍻:Husk snore-purring with his head resting on the baby bump

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[cheynovak]

Divine 

Michael/Dean Winchester x F/Reader Y/N   

Warnings:mentioning of emotional damage, slight sexual tension, ...  

Side note: English isn’t my first language.  

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*Does not follow The SPN storyline * 

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Dean made the mistake of letting Michael take over his body. While Michael made plans on destroying the humanity he met up with different monster leaders, a few of whom he meets up in a jazz bar he started to appreciate or was it the waitress, Y/N.  

A spark of curiosity hit him when he the young spiritual woman crossed his path. Realising he might have more in common with humans than he wants.  

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Michael set foot in the dark lit bar downtown, marching to the same spot he had been claiming almost every day this week. He didn’t need to scan the area to know she was here. The soft smell of her parfum lingered in the air, mixed with the smell of alcohol.  

Michael noticed how a lot of women in this era smelled fruity and flowery, to him it smells cheap, but not her, no she had a scent that smelled like old money, deep and warm, almost...divine. 

He folded his coat neatly over the back of the chair next to him, the flat cap on top of his coat. Before he could turn around a glass of scotch appeared on the table in front of him. He saw how her nails were perfect as usual, slightly longer and a deep red colour, elegant.  

“The usual I presumed?” She said with a steady and sweet voice.  

His lips twitched almost into a smile. Slowly Michael looked up to the young woman next to him. Her lips were coated in the red lipstick that matched her nails. He noticed she wore that lipstick almost every night.  

Michael’s brow lifted while he looked at her.  

He saw how her lips turned into a soft smile. “I noticed you’re becoming a regular on my shift. If this is not what you wanted tonight, please let me know, sir.” Oh, he liked the respect she gave him. “This will be fine.” she nodded before turning on her heels.  

While his fingers moved the glass to his mouth, taking a slow sip, he couldn’t keep himself from glancing over to her. Seeing how she walked around with a flair, he could almost compliment his father on his creation. 

Almost a shame she too would soon be gone.  

After a few hours Y/N noticed him still sitting alone, the bar ran empty as she walked over to him.  

”Can I get you anything else, Sir?” She saw the look on his face, how it shifted from irritated to calm and well put together. “No, I think I might leave.”  

“They didn’t show up, did they?” She didn’t want to cross the boundaries, but she was too curious not to ask. Wanting to know a bit more about the handsome stranger walking into her bar every day for the last week.  

His eyes frowned, “The business partners, you meet here every day.” she added. Micheal realised she had been keeping an eye on him just like he had on her. “No...” he started “But why don’t you join me?”  

Y/N’s eyes widen, she looked around the bar, the place was empty, except from one customer at the bar who was talking to the bartender. She glided elegant on to the chair in front of Michael, “why not...” she lingered a little on the last word, wondering what his name was.  

And almost like he could read her mind he said “Michael.” she nodded slow, looking into his eyes. “Y/N” His eyes broke the connection and glided down over her. Stopping at her necklace. “You’re religious?”  

Her fingers instinctively reached for the small golden cross on her neck. “Well, I guess I am.” Michael’s eyes lock on hers again. “I hear doubt.” She smiled nervous “I believe... in god and... heaven and hell.” she thought for a second.  

“But?” he pushed. “I don’t believe in blindly following what people think is gods will.” Her breath hitched when Michael’s brow lifted again, his beautiful eyes scanning her body again. The weight of his eyes makes her feeling warm and blush.   

“How about Angels?” he asked casual. She smiled, “please don’t tell a cheesy pick-up line going to follow.”  

“Don’t worry, I know you are no angel.”  

Even though she hated the “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven, or heaven is missing an angel” lines. But his brutal answer did sting. “Jesus, thanks.” she sighs soft. Just as she wanted to lift her off her seat he continued.  

“But there is something... graceful about you.”  

A short silence fell upon them before she broke it. “How about you Michael, do you have fate?” This was the first time she noticed him smiling. He looked away when he answered. “My father made it impossible not to.”  

“I get it.” - “I doubt that” he answered sharp.  

 

“My father was a preacher.” She said, “A self-proclaimed man of God’s word. As a kid I called him a storyteller.” Michael’s lips curled into another soft smile. Fuck she burned up when he did that. “I guess our father are more alike than I thought.” 

“Anyway, I should leave you to it.” She said after a short silence between them. Just as she lifted herself of her chair Michael did the same. His hand wrapped around her arm. Even though it was a normal gesture she could feel the strength in his muscles.  

“Have you ever visited the old church on the edge of the city?“ he asked.  

Her eyes met his, only now realising how tall he is. “No, I haven’t it is supposed to be sold to an old art collector, many years ago. It’s private property now. Or that was what my dad said.” Michael nodded, “ I know the man who bought it.”  

“Let me take you.” he said stretching his arm out to guide her to the door. He saw how Y/N doubted. “I promise it is worth your time.” While she looked at the door her thoughts slipped past her mouth. “You know that’s what serial killers say.”  

There it was again, the grin on his perfect face. “I’m not planning on killing anyone tonight. “she could feel his eyes lingering on her. “Specially not you.”  

Once outside he put his hat back on, looking how she raised her hand.  

Y/N called for a taxi, which quickly stopped. Michael opened the door for her. “What a gentleman” she winked. The ride there was silent, filled with nerves and maybe even a little fear.  

The taxi dropped them off at the gate near the old church, the premisses seemed abandon but there was a soft light coming through the glass stained windows.  

Michael opened the large doors like he owned the place. “Who is there? Show yourself!” An old man yelled holding a riffle in his hand. “Joseph, it’s me old friend.” Y/N could see how the old man who seemed nearly blind was trying to figure who he was talking to.  

And then it hit him.  

“M-Michael?” he whispered “Oh good lord... You came back!” The man rushed towards the entrance. “I kept everything like you wanted sir! No one came in, everything is still in place! I told you it would be a good idea to keep me! I-I listened to every word you said, sir.”  

Y/N didn’t pay much attention to what the old man was saying.  

Her eyes roamed the inside, eyes trailing the paintings on the walls and ceilings, the stories that were told on the windows, the marble statues that were displayed. “Amazing.” she said while breathing out softly.  

“Leave us be Joseph.” Michael ordered the old man when he saw Y/N walking up to a painting hidden behind a curtain. Her perfect manicured hand pulled the fabric aside. Revealing a painting of Michael as an angel.  

Y/N felt the warmth of Michael’s body behind her. “Michael” she started mesmerised by the beauty of the painting. “What is this place.” her head turned to him, but her eyes lingered a second longer on the art before looking at him.  

“Call it a private collection.” He noticed how she really took in his features before looking back at the painting and again back at him. To distract her he decided to test her on her knowledge. “What do you know about archangels?”  

She answered on autopilot, she blurred out everything she had been told on Sunday school. 

Michael noticed the warm feeling he got when she started to talk, even though all she said was what humans learned in church.  

Michael could feel the warmth radiate from her skin, he wondered how soft her flesh would feel under his strong hands. “I often wondered...” she walked closer to his painting, breaking his thoughts. “Why god made humans while he already made angels.”  

“I mean...” she turned back to Michael. “When I got older, I noticed the similarity in angels and humans. Did that disappoint me, he just made more useless angels in human forms.” - “Explain yourself” Michael’s voice echoed in the empty church.  

“Well, take my family for example. I’m the oldest of 4 daughters. My dad used to be in church everyday, leaving me to take care of my little sisters. And whenever they did something they shouldn't it was my mistake.”  

“In a way I presume that god and his angels are just another fucked up family. I feel for Michael, the way he carried the weight of the family on his shoulders, while every last one of them took all he did for granted.”  

“You’re the oldest?” he asked taking a step closer.” hm-hm.”  

“No mother? Just a father?” she nodded in response to his question.  

 

“Let me guess, you did anything to please him, your father? But when the youngest fell out of line you were to one to blame, he needed you to get them back and punish them or their behaviour.” His voice sounded very close.  

Y/N looked beside her, seeing how Michael bended a little forward so his lips where near her ear.  

“Y-yes, how did you know...” the words came trembling out of her mouth, goose bumps covered her spine. Y/N turned fully around to look at Michael. He didn’t take a step back, their faces almost touched.  

Michael’s eyes looked back and forward between her glistering eyes and her soft red lips. Starting to understand why many of their angels where seduced to having intercourse with a human.  

Y/N’s eyes wander back into the old church, not idea of the thoughts roaming his mind “Joseph doesn’t own this place, does he?”  

 

“No.” Michael’s voice was stern, trying to get a grip. “How long have you known him? “ She added, trying to break the electric feeling rushing through her veins.  

“Few years.” He saw how the wheels in her head were spinning.  

“You know, Michael this place was sold over ten decades ago... So, when you said you know the owner you were referring to...” Her eyes locked back on to his perfect green pearls. “Me.” Her eyebrow flicked up before she started to laugh.  

“Nice try, but serious.” her smile faded.  

Just when she thought he couldn’t get any closer to her, he did. Her head tilted back. “You know... you and I are much alike.” the back of his hand caressed her cheek. “You really get me, Y/N. I never thought a human being would see through the stories that have been told since the beginning.” 

“Human being, beginning, what?” she repeated. He didn’t answer her. “I never thought I would be so invested in a human’s life. But you... you trigger something in me.”  

Y/N tried to take a step back, every warning sign inside her went off. Nerves where jumping, she wanted to get as far away from him as she could. But when she planned on taking the step she felt his free hand on the back of her neck.  

“It’s such a shame there is no inch of grace floating inside your veins.” Y/N’s breath hitched. “M-Michael, you’re scaring... what do you mean, who are you?”  

 

“I am, Michael.”  

Y/N’s brows frowned and then she followed his glance over to the painting behind her. “Wha... No.” she turned back and all she could see was the beautiful white blueish glow coming from his eyes.  

And although she knew it was best to run for her life, the revelation in front of her nailed her to the ground. As Michael took a step back the walls behind him covered with a black shadow portraying wings.  

Y/N breathed heavy, unable to tear her gaze of him while he walked slowly back to her. His hand took its place back on her cheek while his eyes looked at her slightly parted lips. Her hand hold onto his side. 

Trying to understand all that happened, she felt scared yet excited, a rush she couldn't quiet explain. When Michael bowed closer to her, she didn’t move.  

And right before he closed the gap between them, placing his angelic lips on hers, he whispered:

“Oh help me father, for I am about to sin.”  

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[book-place-incorrect-quotes]

Random kid at school: Wow! You’re family seems so put together- you’re so lucky!!

Astrid: P-put together? My family?!

*flashback to earlier that morning*

Michael: *trying to get everyone ready for school* GO GET CHANGED

Gabriel: *running around in boxers* YOU’LL HAVE TO CATCH ME FIRST, OLD MAN

Lucifer: *spitting out his coffee* PFTT

Michael: OLD MAN-

Castiel: *calmly eating his breakfast* Pass a napkin?

Balthazar: *eating all the napkins* Huh?

Astrid: *standing by the door, ready for school, and regretting all her life choices*

[doe-eyed-fool]

Fear Of The Known

Lucifer x Fem!Angel!Reader

|Chapter Nineteen|

Y/n was gently awoken by the soft caress of Lucifer's fingertips at her cheek. She slowly opened her eyes, smiling upon seeing him. Lucifer looked down at her with a warm grin, his voice was just as soft as his touch when he spoke.

"Good morning, dear. Sorry to wake you so early but, I wanted to ask you something." Y/n let out a soft but short yawn before rising to a sit. "Yes?" She asks, rubbing the sleep away from her eyes. "Charlie has been wanting for her and I to have a 'daddy-daughter breakfast.' We haven't done one in a while, and, Charlie wants to invite you to join us."

"Oh? Are you sure?' Y/n asks. She wouldn't want to intrude whilst Lucifer and Charlie were currently trying to repair their relationship. "More than." Said Lucifer. "You wouldn't want to miss out on my world famous pancakes, would you?"

Y/n chuckles lightly. "Alright. Just let me get ready." She stands from the bed and stretches her arms out. "We'll be in the gardens, join us when you're ready." Lucifer tells her before leaving the room, giving her privacy to start her day.

First, Y/n hopped in the shower. After she brushed her teeth, fixed her hair, put on one of her more casual dresses, and hurried down to the hotel lobby. As she entered, she was greeted by Angel Dust.

"Heya Y/n." He walks over to her. "What's got you up so early?"

"Lucifer wanted me to join him for breakfast in the gardens." Y/n's answer made Angel smirk. "You're getting awfully close to ol' Luci. Come on, when are you two gonna get together already?"

"Angel, please." Y/n hushes him. "It's not like that, Charlie will be there too."

"Please." Angel rolls his eyes. "I see the way you two look at each other. Everyone can, doll. It's obvious you love each other, so why not do something about it?" Y/n was silent for a brief moment.

"It's...a bit more complicated than that." She murmurs. "Oh yeah?" Angel crosses his arms, not buying it. "I mean it, Angel." Y/n tells him before giving a quick look around. She then speaks quietly.

"I do love him. But, it's not like I can just tell him that. I mean, Lucifer had been with Lilith for thousands and thousands of years. She is the mother of his child. I can never take her place. And...he still kept the ring. It's clear he still loves her. So...It's best if we just remain friends."

"I dunno. I haven't seen shortie treat anyone like he does you. He practically worships the ground you walk on. And let's not forget, you both are putting yourselves at risk with Heaven just because you two couldn't stand to be apart. If that ain't love, I dunno what is!" Angel continues. "Trust me, he's just as smittin' for you as you are about him. Now, go get you some!"

"Good day, Angel!" Y/n walks ahead briskly, ignoring the arachnid's laughter as she grew further away.

Y/n made it to the garden, Lucifer and Charlie were there in the gazebo waiting for her. "Hi, Y/n." Charlie greets her. "I'm so glad you could join us this morning."

"I'm glad you invited me, thank you." Said Y/n as she steps up into the gazebo and took a seat next to Lucifer. The three shared a nice breakfast together and talked about nothing in particular. But every now and then, Charlie and Lucifer would recall moments of doing things similar to this in the past.

Y/n could only imagine how they were some years ago. A small, but happy family, making the best of their lives in the worst place to be. Telling how Lucifer and Charlie spoke, there was no doubt that the love they all had for each other was strong.

And as happy as Y/n was to know that Lucifer had such a strong bond with his daughter and ex-wife, she could help but feel a twinge of ache in her heart.

"Oh, Y/n I meant to ask." Charlie's voice snapped Y/n out of her thoughts. "Mine and Vaggie's anniversary is this week, and I was hoping you could help me find something super nice for her."

"Are you sure you want me to help you? You know Vaggie far better than I do." Said Y/n. Charlie simply nods. "Yeah, well, I always have trouble picking out just one thing. And that's what Vaggie made me promise this time." She continues.

"Last year, I couldn't decide so I eventually ended up buying up almost the entire shop. Needless to say, Vaggie was a bit overwhelmed. So, she made me promise, just one gift from each of us this year. But I've been back to the shop ten times already, and I still can't decide!"

"Well, if you really think I can help, then yes. I'll go with you." Charlie jumps up from her chair and hugs Y/n tight. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Y/n chuckles and hugs her back. She glances over at Lucifer, who had a pleased look on his face.

"I'll go grab my wallet and we can go!" Charlie hurries off before Y/n could get another word in.

"I'm glad you two are getting along." Said Lucifer after Charlie was out of earshot. "I am too. Charlie is one of a kind, you know?" Said Y/n. "She really makes the best of the worst. It's very admirable. You raised her well."

Lucifer chuckles, leaning back in his seat. "I had nothing to do with that. Charlie's just...well, like you said. One of a kind. I don't know what I'd do without her." Y/n smiled softly and placed her hand on his. "You're a great dad, Lucifer. I hope you know that."

Lucifer only smiled, and gently clutched her hand with his own.

"So there was this cute moth plushie. And then there was a really pretty necklace, so I thought about getting her that. But Vaggie isn't really much of a jewelry person. So then I thought about getting her a new bow. But, then again, she's pretty attached to the one I gave her. It's just...ugh! Why does deciding have to be hard?" Charlie whines lightly.

Y/n and Charlie were walking down the streets of Pride, as Charlie ranted about what she should get her girlfriend for the anniversary. They were on their way back to the hotel, after another uneventful search for a gift.

"Hm...Charlie? Have you thought about, instead of buying something for Vaggie. Maybe you could make her something? Those kinds of gifts always feel more special."

Charlie's eyes lit up, she grabbed Y/n's shoulders. "Y/n! That's perfect!" She says excitedly. "Oh but what should I make?"

"Maybe make her dinner? You can even pick some roses from the garden to give her." Y/n suggests.

"Yeah, I could do that! Thanks, Y/n!" Said Charlie before hugging Y/n tight.

"You don't have to thank me. I know that's just something I would like, if I were in a relationship." Said Y/n as she pats Charlie's back.

"Oh yeah, speaking of." Charlie started. "Are you and my dad like...you know?" Y/n froze, when she did not answer right away, Charlie pulled back to look at her.

"You can tell me, I won't judge." Charlie's words confused Y/n. "You're not upset? I-I mean, we're not but, it's just...I thought you'd be..."

Charlie smiles softly. "Y/n, I want my dad to be happy. And I can tell just how much you mean to him, and how much he means to you." Y/n couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Charlie." Y/n starts. "I do love your father. But, I would never try and replace your mother."

Charlie nods. "I know. Just because my parents are divorced doesn't mean I never want them to try and move on. Y/n, you don't need my blessing or anything. I'm not going to stop either of you from being together."

Y/n felt tears gathering in her eyes. "Oh...Charlie, thank you." Charlie hugs her again. "Besides, everyone has been dying to know what will happen between you guys."

Y/n sighs playfully. "So I've heard." The two separated and continued to walk. Y/n looked up at the sky, she felt as if weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Maybe...maybe it really would be ok to pursue a relationship with Lucifer.

She's loved him for so long, and was just too blind to see it. But now...now she could finally give in. She could tell Lucifer how much she loved him.

Just as Y/n went to look away from the scarlet sky, something bright caught her attention. She looked over to the Heaven portal, it shined brighter than it had before. Y/n narrowed her eyes, and just then...

Two angels descended from the portal.

Y/n's heart sank into the pit of her gut, she felt her breathing come to a grinding stop. She looked to Charlie.

"Charlie!" She cried. "Run-"

She just barely got the words out before a flash of black whooshed down past her. Y/n's eyes were forced shut as dust gathered in the air, once it cleared, Y/n was met with a horrifying sight.

A large scythe held against Charlie's neck, and the owner of the weapon looking down at her with a malicious grin.

"So, this is the Charlotte Morningstar? Nice to meet you, your majesty." Charlie could hardly process what was happening. She could hear her heartbeat in her ears, she could feel the cold blade of the scythe threatening to pierce the skin of her throat.

"Azrael..." Y/n spoke breathlessly. The angel of death looked at her. "And hello to you to, you little runaway."

Y/n's eyes were focused on the scythe and on Charlie, who was still in shock of what just happened. "Azrael...Please." Y/n said cautiously. "Let her go."

"Let her go?" Azrael repeats. "That entirely depends on what you choose to do next. Isn't that right, Michael?" Y/n heard the soft impact of Michael's landing from behind her. She turned, and was met with The Sword Of God himself.

"Y/n." Michael spoke, his tone just as monotone as his expression. "It's time for you to return to Heaven."

Charlie gasped, she went to make a move, but was quickly stopped by the Azrael as he pressed the scythe ever so slightly into her neck. Charlie growled, her eyes turning a crimson red. "You're not taking her away!"

"Calm down, princess. Wouldn't want to spill any of that royal blood, now would we?" Azrael smirked.

"Enough! You've made your point, let her go!" Y/n demands. "Do you not understand what will happen if you hurt her!?"

"We do." Said Michael. "But that matters very little to us. Lucifer has stolen one of God's angels, and for that, punishment is in order." Y/n gave him a perplexed look. "Punishment? Michael! Charlie has nothing to do with this!" Y/n exclaimed. "And Lucifer, stealing me away? I left on my own! I was not stolen! You know that, I left you a letter!"

A look of anger crossed Michael's face. "Indeed. But Lucifer should know better than anyone, of the laws of Heaven. You may have left on your own, but he kept you down here. And it's clear that you were not in your right mind, seeing as you stayed. You do not belong down here, you are an angel."

"Those laws are part of the reason I left!" Y/n spat. "Heaven and it's people constantly put Lucifer down, and dismissed him and his dreams over and over again. If you and the rest of those angels weren't so cruel, Lucifer would have never been exiled! And I would have never had to run away, just to be with him again." She went on.

"I thought you, Michael, would understand. How it felt to loose someone so dear to you, and never see them again."

"I do understand." Said Michael lowly. "But I can not abandon my responsibilities. I have an entire kingdom of souls to protect. I do miss my brother, but I can not throw away everything just for him. Lucifer had acted against Heaven and God, he knew what consequences he would face for doing so. And now, he is paying for it."

Michael's stare landed on Charlie. "But it seems he still hasn't learned." Y/n's eyes snapped back and forth between Michael and Charlie. "Michael...don't do this." Y/n begged.

"You know what you must do now, Y/n." Michael tells her. Y/n clenched her fists tightly, she exhaled shakily. "Alright, I'll go back."

"Y/n!" Charlie exclaimed. "You can't!"

"Charlie." Y/n started. "You're going to do great things with this hotel. You're going to save many souls, and improve so many people's lives. Never give up on your dream." She turned to face her. "Take care of your father, ok?"

"Y/n!"

Y/n unfolds her wings and flies up into the air, Michael and Azrael were close behind. Charlie could only watch as Y/n grew further and further away, until she disappeared into the Heaven portal.

Y/n was surprised to see that they had teleported to the outskirts of the city. She looked to Michael expectantly. "I'll take it from here, Azrael." He said to the other angel. Azrael nods before flying off into the distant city.

Michael's harden expression weakened slightly as he rose his hand and summoned two pairs of shackles, then turned to Y/n.

"What...what are those for?" Y/n murmured. Michael avoided Y/n's eyes as he spoke. "I'll explain later, please don't make this more difficult than it already is."

Y/n wordlessly rose her wrists, the first pair were placed tight around them. And the next, were clamped around the joints of her wings. She felt the magic that enchanted the shackles. They were made specifically to keep the wearer physically weak, preventing the wearer from struggling.

Michael opened another portal, and aided Y/n through it. She did not need to be told where she was going as she walked through. A long stretch of hall before her, each wall held a cell, each with magically enchanted bars.

Michael lead Y/n to the far end of the hall, and down a stairwell. Eventually they stopped at a medium sized cell, the only thing that kept the room from being completely dark, were enchanted lights resting at the tops of the walls.

Y/n was surprised that the cell wasn't filthy, and filled with rodents or insects of any kind. Michael opened the cell doors, and Y/n stepped inside. She kept her back turned to Michael, and didn't utter a single word. But that didn't stop Michael from speaking.

"As I said, punishment was in order. That scene back there, we never had any intentions on harming Princess Charlotte. However, we needed some leverage. Not to mention she is quite powerful, she would not let us take you without a fight. So really, it was more of a precaution."

Y/n did not respond.

"Y/n, please understand. You are needed here. Heaven has suffered the loss of Adam, an important figure of Heaven. If we loose you so suddenly, and so soon after Adam...It will cause an uproar of panic among the civilians."

Again, Y/n said nothing.

Michael sighed, bringing a hand to his head. "You committed a sin against Heaven by leaving like you did. They wanted to exile you."

Y/n's eyes widen for a second. She opened her mouth to speak, but decided against it.

"I couldn't let them. I couldn't bare to see you suffer that fate. I...I couldn't bare to loose you. So..." There was a hint of pain in Michael's voice as he spoke. "This was the next best option...they wouldn't allow anything else but this. I just..."

"I just hope you can forgive me someday."

When Michael didn't get a response, he sighed, and began to walk away from the cell.

"Won't people start to question where I am?

Y/n's voice caused him to stop in his tracks. Michael's stare fell to the ground. "As far as everyone else knows, you've been promoted. Your new position makes it difficult for you to see anyone outside of the council. Anyone else who wishes to speak to you, must do it by letter."

Y/n fell silent again.

"I'm sorry, Y/n." Michael said quietly before finally walking away and leaving Y/n all alone.

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Michael x Gn!Reader, Marriage

Can you please do a marriage scenario and how Mike cannot believe he landed his lover. requested by @kaal-naagin

Starts off with head-canons then ends it off with a cute little story! I hope that this meets your expectations, I tried, not very good at writing wedding stuffs.

-I feel Michael wouldn't want to have a big celebration, because i see him as awkward in areas full of people.

-if you wanted a celebration tho i feel he wouldn’t mind, he would just ask it to be kinda small, not too crazy.

-if you agree with no big wedding you could have more of a party after! No need to dress in an uncomfy suit/dress

-regardless of a party or full on wedding it would be small, no rented out venue, it would be held at LUX

-Lucifer definitely tried to help with any planning for the party/wedding, hence why it would be held at LUX regardless of what you plan to do.

y/n had been driving the car to LUX after they married Michael, the car was filled with a calm silence. As y/n drove Michael mostly stared out the window, a soft smile on his face as he was lost in thought.

They soon arrived at LUX and exited the car and walked into the building, y/n looked at Michael and saw his smile, they playfully nudged him, “what’s got you smiling?” they jokingly say as Michael smiles wider, they have now entered the elevator. “Oh nothing, just happy” Michael had a gleam in his eyes as he spoke, gazing lovingly at y/n . y/n's own smile widened in response as the elevator doors opened and revealed to them the small party being held for them in Lucifer’s club, and Lucifer standing right there, “Well look who's finally made it! Took you lovebirds long enough to get here!” he jested as y/n and Michael stepped out and were now being led by Lucifer to where all of their friends were sitting. “Guys, the newlyweds have arrived!” Lucifer announced to the group at the table, y/n and Michael are now seated as everyone started to congratulate them on their marriage. 

It had now been a few hours into the party and everybody was having fun, playing drinking games and whatnot, but Michael had left for the balcony to get some fresh air from all the excitement, y/n noticed and gave him a few minutes before leaving to check up on him.

As Michael was standing on the balcony he was thinking, as he was lost in thought he began to worry about what could happen in the future. When y/n joined him on the balcony he didn’t notice their presence until they leaned against the railing next to him, “What's on your mind cutie?” Michael smiled at y/n's words, but his face soon changed into a more serious one, “just thinking,” “about?” there was a pause, “... you” He said, y/n smiled warmly and said “good things i hope?” Michaels facial expression softened, he looked less serious now, brows not furrowed, more calm. “I feel… scared, scared about what will happen in the future. All of the things that could happen.” Michael said, y/n was silent before he responded, “don’t be scared about the future, we cross that bridge when we get there, for now, enjoy the present.” Michael was smiling again, taking in his partner’s words. “Yeah, I know, I just can't help it because you've been so nice to me since the first time I met you,” he paused. “Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve your kindness, I've done a lot of bad things.” y/n sighed, “I know what you've done, Lucifer told me all about it before I met you,” Michael’s demeanor changed as he stiffened up, feeling more awkward. “But regardless of the over-dramatized version I heard from Lucifer, I still wanted to get to know you, and I still love you, Michael.” y/n smiled at Michael, he was less rigid now, gazing at y/n. He leaned down and gave y/n a kiss. “I love you…” he muttered against y/n's lips, y/n smiled into the kiss, “love you too, you goof” Michael pulled back and chuckled, pulling y/n against himself and holding him there, “wanna go back inside?” y/n asked, “just a few more minutes.” Michael said.

END. 

[softfem-dom]

a mess of Travoltas incorrect quotes !

synopsis:

what if the yous from every john travolta universe swapped around?

wordcount: 500 — masterlist | navigation post

tags/warnings: third person pov, cuss words, gabriel from swordfish (ik that man triggers a lot of people LOL), like one(1) sexual reference ig.

SWORDFISH UNIVERSE swap with pulp fiction

teen! CEO's daughter! y/n : —looking him up and down— you look a lot like my bodyguard.

gabriel : oh, do I now? —smirks with a quirked eyebrow— what do we have in common then, little miss?

teen! CEO's daughter! y/n : you've got a weird haircut, you don't believe in god and you kill people.

gabriel : blunt and straight forward, but well, that sounds about right.

GREASE UNIVERSE swap with staying alive

*y/n walking through the campus when the T-Birds catch glimpse of her from the benches*

danny : —whistling— hey there, doll! are you new around here?

y/n : yeah, what do you want?

*the T-Birds start chuckling among themselves*

danny : well, you've got nice.. —gesturing to her body—.. attributes and my place's free, what'dya say?

y/n : uhh —starting to frown— yeah, no. Go pull that crap with another gal and grow up a little, yes?

*walking away, rolling her eyes and muttering 'jerks'*

SATURDAY NIGHT FEVER swap with grease

*tony dancing at the 2001 Oddyssey's dance floor when y/n approaches dancing, too*

pink lady! Rizzo's bf! y/n : hey, boy! you've got some moves in you!

tony : —quirking an eyebrow with a chuckle— thank you for letting me know, babe —looking her up and down— say, is the name as pretty as the face, or..?

pink lady! Rizzo's bf! y/n : —chuckling— aren't you a gentleman?

tony : the best you're gonna find here, dollface —wink—

pink lady! Rizzo's bf! y/n : say, would this gentleman be as smooth as to take me for a dance? —holding out her hand with a mischevious smirk—

tony : —grabbing her hand and pulling her in— you bet he is!

MICHAEL 1996 swap with saturday night fever

*cynical stare contest in tense silence*

michael : you.. don't look like my y/n at all.

dance queen! y/n : well, you don't look like the angels in the bible at all.

michael : fair point —taking a drag from his cigarrette— you want some?

dance queen! y/n : hell, yeah I do.

PULP FICTION swap with michael

*vincent and teen!y/n sitting on a table, eating sandwiches*

vincent : yeah, no —waving his hand around dismissively— god doesn't exist and neither do angels.

teen! y/n : yes they do! I've got a guardian angel!

vincent : you sure you're not just schizophrenic, kid? have you stopped to think about that, huh? —pointing at her— because I think your head is messed up and it's all in there.

teen! y/n : you are the one that sees things here! you're a drug addict!

vincent : —rubbing his temples— oh my god, now I've gotta deal with two miracle obsessed people.

URBAN COWBOY swap with swordfish

y/n : so.. are you a real cowboy?

bud : —tiping his hat with a smirk— you bet I am, honey.

y/n : well, you know, I know how to ride too —looking down at his lap—

bud : oh, you blunt little- —chuckling, completely flabbergasted—

STAYING ALIVE swap with urban cowboy

*tony and y/n in his dance studio*

tony : so, you teach me how to do the double step and I teach you ballet?

y/n : deal —putting her cowboy hat on him—

tony : —laughing— oh, now I just feel stupid, y/n.

y/n : well, you don't look stupid! —chuckling— you look like a really handsome cowboy.

softfem-dom© do not repost!!

[royallogana]

Dear Arkansas Daughter

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Main characters: Michael Demiurgos, Lucifer Morningstar and Irene Rose

Mention characters: Chole, Daniel, Ella, Trixie

Relationship(s): Michael/Lucifer(hinted), Michael/Irene(hinted),Samael/Rhiannon Elisheba(past)

TW: Sickness, Male Pregnancy, weird angel anatomy, Oc Insert( you can read this as a name reader also), mentions of child loss, medical inaccuracies

Note: This is my au of the show and inspired loosely by a fan-fic on AO3 "Emerging from the shadows" by Auroralumea. This is a Oc Insert but you can read it as x reader. This is a cross posted on AO3 under Strawberry_Wonderland. Irene name is female based but she is genderfluid(like the author) and uses all pronouns. If you think I missed any warnings, please PLEASE let me know. THIS HAS HINTED TWINEST SO NOT YOUR THING THEN PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ANY HATE COMMENTS.

Plot: This is inspired by the song 'Dear Arkansas Daughter' mainly and my playlist on Spotify. We take a trip down memory lane and get a glimpse of Irene's hatred for Lucifer.

Extra note: I didn't not finish the whole song because the song lyrics would make throw in the sea of lore. So you are stopping at part of the 2nd verse.

Take a swim in the water~

Irene stood cradling a Billionaire's Mocktail slowly sipping,(a habit he gained from Samael when they were younger) enviously at Lucifer and his unborn twins, with Michael hovering around him like Samael used to do to her. Irene smiled slightly at the memories of her and Samael telling everyone about their unborn child, Samael fussing making sure that they were comfortable. Oh did she miss those days.

Take a swim in the water~

"-ene, Irene" Michael called with a worried look on his face.

"Yes?"

"You have been drinking that Cocktail for the past 2 hours and that's not like you."

"I am fine just tired and I think Lucifer should be brought to Mansion, so we can protect him from that Chole girl. Also it would be safe enough for Daniel and Beatrice to stay with us so Lucifer would not panic."

"That's a good idea..."

"I am hearing a 'but'."

"How do you know so much about pregnancy and you have never been pregnant."

"I cannot tell you that."

Dear Arkansas daughter~

You with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes~

"Rhiannon Elisheba, where are you? Mikael is with me today I hope you don't mind."

"Over here darlin, of course my mate's brother is always allowed-" Rhiannon stopped dead in their tracks.

".....Rhiannon dear, Elisheba..., Irene"

"Samael why didn't you not tell me that you are identical twins."

"Aye, you called me Samael and not Sammy. Also yes, I am a twin." Samael stated with his hands up and hid behind the unknown male.

"Hello, you must be the Princess of the Abyss, um Lady Elisheba, is it."

"Ah, sorry yes it is and you are?"

"Mikael, the Archangel of the .../..../.-/-../---/.--/... and Fear."

"Wait who is or are the oldest Archangel or Archangels."

"You two discuss that, while I go and annoy Father about his new project and I hope mum and .-/-.-../-./---, honestly I hope Abyssal King doesn't mind if I would be late to dinner right?"

"Of course not silly, besides my dad is going to be late anyways and tell mum and my mom I said hello also the Almighty."

You who bares all your teeth in every smile~

The twins visited every day and made her smile like no can. The kingdom of the abyss was happy that the princes were getting along nice and with the Archangel marriage upcoming in due time, they were happy.

Says I can always hear you sing, I wanna hear you speak to me~

Rhiannon smiled slightly at the soft singing coming from the nest's direction. They walked in on the sight of Samael rocking Irene and his baby boy to sleep with Mikael curled up next to him.

"I see Mikael couldn't sleep with you singing or the little ones" Irene gestures to the little girl on Mikeal back. Samael looks and giggles slightly at the moment.

"I guess you are right."

While a stranger braids my hair back out on the street~

Mikael sits with the little boy in his arms while the little girl, getting his hair done. The little ones remind him of his siblings every time he looks at them. Rhiannon looks at Mikael with love in her eyes and admires him for how he is so patient with them but disappointment hits her way because Samael could not see his children because of his royal duties.

And in your dreams we are shooting at snakes~

Samael was not coming around anymore because of his duties but Mikael is and Rhiannon feels disappointed with that feeling. Mikael tries to help cheer him up but nothing helps. Rhiannon gets nightmares of Samael leaving her permanently and Mikael couldn't even help. Many moons Mikael would finish his work and rush towards the Abyss Castle he would make to help Rhiannon anyway he could but Samael never came back. Mikael would hand Rhiannon letters that would have been written by Samael stating and explaining each job he did; creating the stars, help making the planets with the Almighty, and many more.

And while you were asleep, I was surely awake~

When Rhiannon was able to get permission to visit Silver Selune, he flew there (with the help of Mikael of course). He was thrilled that all the angels could see the gratification on their own face. The Almighty allowed him to stay with the twins until the coronation of the younger twins. Even though she moved to their room, Samael was not there as much as he thought even though his job was the chief musician and 'Will'.

"Samael why aren't you staying in the nest at least one night. No one is going to "get red in the face" if you take one day off."

"Rhiannon, my Astraea please look at me." He gently curved their face to him. "I may not have come around to see you often-" He was cut off by Rhiannon grumbling 'or not at all'. "Or not at all but I am the one who sent Michael to make sure you were ok, he even started to go by himself without me telling him too, just to hear him rambling about you and the children to me.... And besides who is going to make sure you, Mikael and little ones are safe. I stay awake while you guys are surely asleep. I promise."

"You're sure?"

"I promise."

I was talking at a cigarette~

Irene smiled menacingly at the promise. 'I promise' replayed in her mine like that broken record Michael keeps. He hated him for not being there but he knew that his 'cats' were killed by his curiosity. If he didn't go after Him her children would be alive but if he didn't follow Him this curse he placed would have been worse.

There's nothing left to say~

Irene wearily looks towards heaven, smoking a cigar. They heard their name called with a critical but comical tone, when he turned around Irene smiled seeing the merciless look of Fear embodiment.

"Yes, Michael what do you want for me." Irene voice sounding muffled with the cigar.

"You're smoking."

"Last time I checked even Toph could see it."

"Duh, of course she can see-...wait she blind."

"Anyways, are you sure we should move Lucifer even though we don't know who the father of twins?"

Before Irene could answer a cough signalled that someone was listening. The two turn only to Lucifer looking at them with disdain while holding a book. Michael immediately reconsidered the book mentioning the Curse. Lucifer floored Michael response with a look 'explain this now' then headed inside.

"So, would you two explain what this means and is."

"Lucifer-"

"Mikael don't, start explaining or am going to throw you off the balcony."

Irene smiled slightly at threat and sat down. He out the cigar in ash tray and gestures to Lucifer to calm down.

"I will explain but I can't explain all sadly it tied to the same curse."

"Well then go on."

"Right, Lucifer no Samael this curse ties Heaven, Hell and the Abyss together. The curse can be broken but only by the two persons the curse were intended for but we don't know who they are. All we know is that we need to find out who is this 'Akino' person and tie they have with us."

"Earlier, you said that we know each other but I can't remember you."

"I am sorry but I can't tell you that."

"But I need to know-"

"NO I WILL NOT TELL YOU AND DON'T ASK ME AGAIN" Irene slammed his hands down, a venomous anger laced his words. Lucifer flinched but got up and followed the woman who was currently shape shifting to her male form.

"Listen here, I don't care if you don't want to tell me about what happened between us but at least tell about the curse." Lucifer stormed after the man to the penthouse's library.

"How about a no." And with that Irene locked himself in the library.

"Are you serious right now?..... Michael stop standing there and come and be useful."

Said Michael was eating soufflé (how and when did him get that) and watching what was going down. Michael immediately stop and raise his head pointing to the door before shaking it and turning to walk away.

"Useless" Lucifer grumble before lock picking the door.

But he should have been there anyway~

Irene has been always scared of that day this curse started and the death of his parents. Samael promised he would be there for Rhiannon but no one had promised to be with Irene. Irene raked his hand through his hair brushing out any knots in the crystal mane, he heard the door being lock picked and sat in chair waiting for who it was.

For I didn't sing a single song, all day~

"You know that you and Michael are stubborn as hell." A smooth and relaxed voice sounded through the library, sending chills down Lucifer spine.

"I think Yuika will always be stubborn, especially when he does get his way."

"You still call Michael that?"

"Of course, he is my 'Moon flower'. Now don't change the topic, what is the curse or what happened."

"You would not give up, will you?" Irene turned around in the chair, looking in Lucifer's direction and then gestures to the sofa in library.

"No, not to you tell me at lest about the curse or how we know each other."

"Ok fine, but I am only telling you about the curse not about us. Not yet." He whisper the last part but Lucifer didn't push it.

My heart is full of swords~

"Wait, could you repeat what the book says one more time." Lucifer leans forward trying to understand the curse.

Once the sun dies,

The moon will not cry

For it knows that his lover will return,

But as fragile as dust

Cold as his starry heart.

He will return as bright as morningstar,

For jealousy caused his wife envied.

The star cries for his Akino,

"Clementine, his name is Nicholas"

"That is the curse." Irene snickered at Lucifer's face.

"And here I thought Dad spoke in riddles but this takes the cake. How can something so beautifully written means something equally deadly." Lucifer groaned in annoyance at both Irene and Michael.

Michael walks in with three trays of food in perfect balance. He placed the first two trays down and took the last tray down.

"Trust me if you think that crazy just until he comfortable enough with you to tell you how he knows us." Michael said while shoveling food in his mouth. "I was embarrassed for two months."

Irene looked at Michael in disgust at his uncouth behavior and at the mention of their meeting before hitting him on the head, only to look across to see Lucifer of all people doing the exact same thing as Michael.

Full of, full of swords~

Rhiannon walked the now familiar path to the throne room, she saw the door slightly open with the sound of muffled voices. She didn't know if to go or not but she decided against it until they heard a scream and loud crash. She ran to the ajar door and peeped in, a scream of horror ripped from her chest.

Golden blood ran from the throne onto the ground and a man with a similar style and face of The Almighty wielded a bloody sword, which was pierced in the chest pinning him to the chair. The man turned to scream and sent two swords in her direction, cutting her tails off which were protecting him then sent one straight into his stomach.

Your love, it knows the Lord~

Snapping back to reality, Irene felt like someone was falling out of heaven. Only to hear the earth shattering scream that Lucifer let out, when she rushed to see if he was ok. Irene saw that the angels fell from heaven.

[annwe24]

MICHEAL X ANGEL!READER

Summary: Despite your very best effort, Micheal never shows any interest in you.

Artist: https://x.com/kkongchi06

Being a child of the Goddess of Love has its perks. Your beauty has never failed to lead many angels to their demise - being trapped in a one-sided love. You have trapped yourself in a one-sided love too. Many of your sisters’ lovers come and go like course meals, their names have never quite made it past the third time. You wish it were the case for you. Despite having attracted so many angels, no one has quite left such an impression on you. Love is one of commitment and a yet to be understood concept, even its creator struggles to explain her own creation. Thus, that view of yours has obscured your path of love to angels and seraphims alike.

You cannot explain why you're experiencing such feelings right now. Standards or beliefs cannot steer your gaze away from the archangel sitting piously in the court. Despite many failed attempts to approach him, the farthest you can get is an uninterested glance. You just wish his gaze would be bothered to notice yours for once.

I’ve been getting reports about the worrying trends of divorces on Earth. I would like to hear an explanation from their supervisors.

Perhaps this is the only time his gaze would be more charming if it diverted elsewhere but you. Ones of discipline and anticipation. Standing up nervously, you choose your words wisely:

Allow me to answer, sir Micheal. Cupids have been more ploy with their tactics, trying to hide away from our guidance. It doesn't help that some of my sisters felt ill, thus, adding more onto each of our workload. I sincerely hope to receive one more month to reverse the damage done.

You can sense his frustration by the way his eyes bore into you. Insignificance fails to describe the state you're feeling.

Very well then. I expect nothing but hard work and better results. Y/n, I would like to have a word with you in private. Micheal says with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes.

You are accustomed to this kind of treatment. Something goes wrong, Micheal gets mad, you get scolded. It's one of the perks of being the oldest. Such irony of a joke doesn't even feel hilarious anymore, at least for these days.

...

The dreadful echoes of your footsteps make the long corridor even more threatening. If there is something scarier than being fallen, it would definitely be an angry Michael. Your hand shakily reaches for the intricate doorknob, wanting nothing more to get back to take care of your sisters.

Welcome in.

H-hi.

Your eyes desperately look somewhere but him. Even when walking towards the chair, the floor still has your utmost attention. Shifting uncomfortably, you curse at yourself for looking so stupid in front of the Prince of Heaven. A clearing of his throat brings you back into reality.

Let me get straight to the point. I want those pesky cupids of yours to be dealt with in less than 2 weeks.

E-excuse me?

Your anxiety is now shifting to confusion and disbelief. Is this some kind of game? However, his expression is saying otherwise:

You heard me right. I had foreseen the possibility of you not doing exactly to my favor…

His voice becomes distant, so far away. You cannot bring yourself up to even care about this pointless conversation anymore.

That is why I called you to talk in private. I am willing to hear all your reasoning…

This is expected. You think to yourself. Although, it's more of an assurance to calm yourself. You can almost feel the stress of the two weeks ahead. Being put under his scrutiny for countless times, Micheal’s attitude at work (at least to you) never fails to make you feel lost. Exhausted.

Either way, I’m quite convinced that nothing can change…

Why is it always you? Why is it always about your work? Why do you even like him? He’s been nothing but a burden, nothing more nothing less. Yet, you find yourself being a moth flying closer to the false alluring light. You cannot take this anymore. You’ve made up your mind. Either settle this right now or the consequences are going back to bite you later.

May I ask you something, Sir?

Michael stops dead in his rambling. After a moment of consideration and curious eyes staring hauntingly at you, he manages to get back to his smug face:

Yes. Yes, you may.

That short sentence sends some kind of chemical to your brain because you were sure you were dead by now. Taking a deep breath, you look straight at his blue orbs:

What's the point of this?

A moment of silence. Suddenly, the sound of your breathing feels too loud and you are aware of how flimsy your hands are. Then, the atmosphere shifts. Micheal smug smile returns as he leans closer, answering with a disturbingly low voice:

Because it's my responsibility to ensure all of Heaven runs smoothly and in accordance with God's reference.

Ah. Right. A responsible person as always. You wonder if he learned those answers by heart. As if reading your mind, his eyebrows show that of annoyance, hands clasping when asking back at you:

Say, I’m still waiting for your response on the important matter.

That's it. You are going to die today.

You're lying.

Fuck. If you're not demoted right now, you certainly will be. Did you regret it? Absolutely. Did it feel good? Absolutely. Maybe this torture will finally-

Oh, so you've noticed.

What?

You stare at him in disbelief. Eyes as wide as a doe. His grin also grows wider, more sinister.

Sweetheart, I don't fucking care about some heartbroken freaks when people are outright dying.

Suddenly, you come into contact with the wall violently. His hand covered the back of your head, preventing the hit.

For someone supposed to be an angel of Love, you are as dense as a book.

Not a single coherent thought is on your mind right now. If anything, you are battling between fighting back or just giving in to him. Excitement somehow finds its way to you. Maybe being trapped against the wall by Micheal isn't that bad.

There you go again, losing focus on such an important matter. Micheal says with a sigh.

That snaps you back to reality. You have to say something. You feel like it's necessary. You feel like if you don't say anything right now, the regret would be unbearable. But, what can you say?

I-I’m sorry, Sir. Am I missing something?

You are going to die. Micheal hasn't said anything but looked at you. Something about his gaze screams defeat.

Tsk.

Soft. His lips are softer than you thought. It feels better too. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would get to touch his hands. Yet, his hands are now holding your wrists, tracing circles on your back, your waist, literally every inch of your body are being cared for. It is too much, too surreal. Your hands tangle themselves into his hair and hold onto his shoulder for balance. Next thing you know, your back is arching on the desk.

[followafallingstar]

How you meet Michael - Cordelia

Summary: On Michaels first day off since working with Dean and Sam he goes for a walk and sees you playing in the water with your sisters. When he noticed that you were staring at him he investigates and finds a new purpose to fight for. A soulmate.

Pairing: Michael/reader, Michael/witch

Disclaimer: soulmate au

Soulmate au: God created a soulmate for each one of his children. For angels finding their soulmate is one of the most honorable tasks they could achieve due to the amount of luck they must have since the soul of a human mate can be sent to earth at any time during the existence of humanity. But when an angel does meet their other half their loyalty to god switches to their mate, protecting them at all costs. Feelings such as love and lust are only acceptable and archivable for angels when they meet their soulmate and that only to the mate too so acts of unloyalty or cheating don’t exist in their world.

The sun was shining brightly, and the shimmering hues it created were being deflected into the ocean, giving it the beautiful blue color that resembled his wings. Massive, shiny, and paired in six, three on each side. Each one of them is bigger than the lower one. For humans invisible but for you strangely that wasn’t the case, not that you knew that you weren’t supposed to see them.

At first, you were sure he was a freak who didn’t know that Halloween is in October and not in late July but the more you watched the man the more you were sure he wasn’t normal. You asked your youngest sister “Goldie, do you see that?”. While your sister held her gaze in the same direction as you, she didn’t notice anything out of the blue. You frowned, sensing that the man wasn’t just walking around with wings for no reason. Just as you were to turn your back on him and shift your attention to the volleyball you have been playing with in the water, his eyes met yours.

Something about the way he looked at you made you feel vulnerable as if he could read you like a book. And of course, you didn’t know, he could. His eyes wandered, to your dark eyes, your long black hair that was neatly up in a bun, the small silver necklace you wore that had a small star engraved in it, to your blue bikini that matched the color of the water you were in. His color.

His grace flutters and so does his wings. A small yet deep sensation erupts inside of the brown-haired archangel as he looks at you. Your stare didn’t go unnoticed by him, he wasn’t sure why you would give him your attention, maybe you had a sixth sense that could detect supernatural beings, maybe you just found his vessel attractive, or maybe you were that something that was missing.

He could just look into your mind but what would be the purpose of that if you were just a mortal, after all, a lower being? But the feeling didn’t vanish, the feeling of want and need that he felt for the first time since his creation, something he shouldn’t feel.

At first he just wanted to take a walk, take a good look at Earth, the creation his father loved so much. Free time wasn’t something he had a lot when working and living with Sam and Dean in the bunker but when he did have it he tried to spend it wisely. Even if time was something that he had plenty enough of, in the long run that is, as an immortal being.

His feet moved on their own, going down the marble stairs where he had been stopping and walking closer to the beach, his wings folded neatly behind him as he moved.

At the same time, your movement changed too, your eyebrows raised as he came closer. Maybe he was one of your customers at the shop yet that couldn’t be since you remember every single one of your customer's faces or spiritual power. You excused yourself from your sisters, walking out of the water to the nearby beach shop that sold drinks and snacks. As you are about to enter his voice interrupts your busy mind that was occupied with finding out who he could be.

“You are different,” he said. The way he spoke made you shiver, cold and calculated yet so soft. Turning around to him your eyes wander from his sapphire eyes to his wings again. His eyes were fixated on you and as he noticed that your gaze wandered to the space behind him, to his muscles that were his pride and joy the corners of his lips slowly turned up and he gave you his hand to shake.

“My name is Michael,” he said now in a much gentler tone, warm and friendly. You shook his hand, not knowing the future you have been setting for yourself with that move, and answered

“Call me Cora”.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Crotch-Punching Distance

Aziraphale x Crowley x GN!Reader

Summary: Jim, short for James, James short for Gabriel- or was it James, long for Jim and short for Gabriel? Is really getting on your nerves

CW/AN: this is just a bit of a crack fic request

Requests are OPEN

Gomens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick

___ ___ ___ ___ ___

You are really fucking tired of Jim, Armageddon, Heaven, Hell and everything in between. Well, except for Zira and Crowley, of course. But you were tired of the sheer metric tonnage of bullshit that seems to follow them no matter where they go, what they do, or who they talk too.

Hell, even those they don’t talk to. For God's sake, Gabriel, or Jim, or James had just shown up at the bookshop doors one day unannounced. It was enough to drive a person to pack up and move half a continent away (or half a Universe away, if Crowley’s plan was to be taken into serious consideration) just to get some peace and quiet. 

Anyway, it was safe to say that Jim was annoying the shit out of you today. Every day, yes, but today specifically. It may have been a good question to ask as to when Jim did not annoy the shit out of you. The answer to that question was ‘not very often.’ Wow, you think to yourself. It’s a good thing Aziraphale can’t read your mind. He’d be absolutely mortified at the amount of poor language and blasphemy filling up your mind this morning. 

Speaking of your Angel… He and Crowley were doing their utmost to ignore Jim, short for James, James short for Gabriel. Or was it James, long for Jim and short for Gabriel? Whatever. Your two loves had left Jim/James/Gabriel to your mercy and were not entirely certain whether that was a good idea or not yet. Only time would tell. 

Currently, Jim was standing before you and continuing on with his ridiculous project of arranging the books by alphabetical order of the first sentence of the first chapter. It was driving you mad, but Aziraphale had just told you to leave him be. He’d fix it up later. 

“You know,” Jim says, stopping his work to turn to face you. He was looking at you with a glint in his eye that meant he had something that he thought just absolutely had to be said. “You are the smallest person I’ve ever seen!” 

You blink once, twice, and then pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh. 

“No, really-” he says enthusiastically. “Like… hmm, what are those things? Oh! Yes, like children! But bigger.” 

You glare up at him. It was true you were on the rather small side, but that didn’t mean it needed to be pointed out like that. 

"You know, Jim,” you reply, giving him a very tight smile. “You’re talking mad shit for someone in crotch-punching distance."

Jim cocks his head and blinks in confusion. “Crotch-punching distance? What’s that?” 

Your smile grows tighter, if that’s possible and your fingers twitch, itching to just punch him.

“Would you like to find out, Gabe?”

Jim splits into a wide grin, echoing your question with an enthusiastic “oh, boy!” 

You wouldn’t actually punch him. It’s not his fault he doesn’t remember what an arse he is. But it doesn’t stop you from fantasising about it either. 

“Alright, love?” You hear a suave voice from over your shoulder. You sigh, and nod. 

“Peachy, Crowley, but I’m tapping out. Your turn for Jimsitting.” You give Crowley a peck on the cheek and escape before he has the chance to protest. You can hear his spluttering from the other side of the shop. 

“I’m going to make some tea, Zira, love. Would you like some?” 

Aziraphale looks up from over his glasses and smiles warmly, the thought of tea appealing indeed. 

“Oh, that would be wonderful, dear. Thank you.” He goes back to his papers, trying to decipher something terribly interesting, you imagine. You give Aziraphale a peck on the cheek too for good measure on your way past. 

That Jim, though. He better watch it, because you did not take bullshit lying down, that was for sure.