#cut gabe getting her flowers and them matching

[heroexxs]

initially, she had thought that maybe it was a new teacher prank, or the other woman was just wanting to cause a little bit of mischief as the school year came to an end. but when he mentioned that he was told the same thing, a light bulb clicked in her head. "right," she said, nodding. "i think i'm starting to understand now." and despite neither explicitly saying it loud, she couldn't stop the fair blush that spread on her cheeks. before she had a chance to politely decline - because that was the right thing to do, right? - he spoke again, caughing suzie to laugh. "that doesn't sound surprising. at my old school, they knew that sometimes, some grades just couldn't handle field trips." still, she doesn't quite thing this new prom rule compared to the failed field trip one.

talking with gabe felt so easy and light and it was one of the reasons why she enjoyed his company so much, not just for the close classroom proximity. "going together," she repeated, feeling like her heart just might beat right out of her chest. he wasn't explicitly asking her, but there was enough there that she could definitely let her mind come to its own conclusion. "that just sounds like the most logical conclusion," she eventually said with a nod. "i'm sure a lot of the other teachers have already paired off." not that she cared. his pairing was the only one that mattered. "so ... you and i. going to prom. together." suzie held back from saying it's a date, not wanting scare him off or anything. "we can meet at the hotel so we both can come in together, ready to chaperone." the more she thought about it, the more excited she got at the thought of going to prom with him, even if it was informal.

"yup, you and i. going to prom. together." gabe repeated with a smile on his face. he was getting bit more excited for the night than he previously was all due to the fact that he was able to spend a bit more time with suzie outside of school. "if you want i could pick you up? i mean technically that's what a good prom date would do, right?" he teased with a chuckle as he shrugged his shoulders. he did enjoy the blonde's company, ever since she started here the two of them were able to play off of one another very easily. he had a feeling that the two of them would be able to make the most out of prom night and of course have a bit of fun while watching the kids.

"i usually volunteer every year since i never went to my prom back in high school." gabe said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. "so whenever it rolls around i always see if they need an extra hand. usually the kids are pretty tame. they know they can get kicked out so they don't try and ruin it for everyone." he said with a little shrug. there was this excitement building in the pit of his stomach about taking her to prom, even though he knew that they would just checking in on the kids. usually he just borrowed a suit from a friend for the one night but he might do a bit more, especially since they were going together. "how about you? did you go to prom when you were back in school?"

gabe poked his head up when he heard a knock on his door, surprised that anyone was still here this late with him. as he leaned back in his chair and gave her a smile, he motioned her to come in. "hey, i thought you'd be long gone by now." he said with a chuckle. "nah, not busy at all. what's up?" ever since she started the two of them had clicked but he had to keep reminding himself that there was a line that he couldn't cross. he could flirt a bit here and there but he knew not to do anything in front of the kids. he was trying not to chuckle at her issue involving mrs. johnson and knew it had to have been some prank that they were pulling on her. "oh you know mrs. johnson would never cause any trouble." gabe teased with a little shake of his head. "it's funny you bring that up... i've chaperoned prom twice with no one accompanying me and today she told me the same thing."

he could see where the teacher's heads were at and maybe this was just the small push that he needed. he knew he was far too scared to make the jump himself so he knew this might be his only chance. "they change the rules here all the time. did i ever tell you that they made it mandatory one year to take each class on a field trip, then t never happened again." he said with a chuckle. "it's probably just for the kids and for some pictures... but it would make it easier, you know you and me going together. i'll already be there, you will too... it could be fun."

[dancingtotuyo]

drabble. what's that i see?

Woman | Joel Miller x Female Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: a unexpected discovery brings Joel acceptance.

Tags: Joel Miller X Female Reader. Age Gap (13/14 years). HBO Characters. Mostly cannon compliant for show & game. Timeline is changed.

Chapter Warnings: pregnancy related things, grief, acceptance, fluff?

Notes: no beta, we die like Gabe, Chris, and Paul.

If you have checked out Before, I would encourage you to do so for more backstory on our dear reader! The final part is out now!

Words: 865

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The sun still sits below the horizon when a hand roams over your middle and the scruff of Joel’s beard scratches your neck. You don’t bother opening your eyes, a half-assed whine leaving your lips. He chuckles softly. “Just obeyin the rules, Sweetheart. About to head out.” He kisses your cheek. 

You crane your head back, eyes opening to small slits. He smiles at you. “Be safe,” you barely manage to say. 

Joel nods, minty breath hitting your lips as he kisses you. It’s soft and gentle. It feels like a lazy morning spent in bed, meant to lull you back asleep. “Always.” He kisses your head. “See you at dinner.” 

He stops in the doorway, looking back at your sleeping form. You're seven months along now, well rounded in your middle. Your ankles and fingers are swollen. He’s noticed the slight waddle develop in your gait as well. It all makes him smile. 

You’ve been taking things one day at a time, but neither have you made any preparations for when the baby gets here. No crib. No clothes. No discussions of a name. You still need time, even though the window rapidly is closing. 

Joel thinks about it silently sometimes, especially when he can feel them moving about, the small grunts that leave you when you get a fist to the bladder or a foot in your lungs. What will the baby look like? Will they have your eyes? His smile? Will it be a boy or a girl? 

You’re unconscious before the bedroom door clicks behind him. 

Patrol has picked this neighborhood over a hundred times in the last decade, but Joel and Tommy still stop. They still rummage through a couple houses. As time goes on, people have had to get more creative. Things that once seemed useless have renewed purpose. 

Joel hasn’t been in this house before. It’s a single story. Three bedrooms by his calculation. He rummages through linen closets and dresser drawers while Tommy goes through the kitchen. He finds a couple towels. They have a few holes, presumably from moths, but they can be cut down for rags. He finds a couple bars of soap still in boxes shoved to the back of one. 

The last door is stuck. He puts his shoulder into it twice before it gives way. His breath catches the moment he takes in the space. Dust floats around, flickering in the sunlight from the intact window. A crib sits in the corner, covered in dust. The sheets are faded with tiny pink flowers and the walls painted in pastel pink. 

He takes in a deep breath, blinking back tears. It’s eerily similar to the pink he’d painted Sarah’s walls right after her birth. He’d painted it over with purple a few years later once she expressed her preference. It brings forward a whole slew of emotions that he hadn’t realized were bubbling under the surface. 

What if you were carrying a girl? Would it feel like he was replacing her? Rationally, he knew that wasn’t the case. Ellie had carved her own spot in his heart. So had Carter. Would this be different? Would biology make a difference?

Joel clears his throat, pushing away the moisture from his eyes. It’s extra dusty in here, he reasons. 

There’s no closet in the room. He opens up the dresser. Once again, Joel freezes. Light muslin swaddles miraculously untouched by time. One has little yellow flowers against white, and the other has bouquets of pink flowers that match the sheets. They each have a solid color pair to match. He picks them up, expecting them to disintegrate in his hands, but they don’t. They only release little puffs of dust into the air as he shakes them out. 

The last one catches his eye, purple butterflies. Tears gather in his eyes again. There’s a tugging in his heart. Joel has never thought much about what comes after this life even before the outbreak when there was time to do so. So much of his life has been spent focusing on survival. Wherever Sarah might be, he knows she led him here. He turns around half expecting to see her smiling at him from the corner. 

It’s empty, but he still imagines her there. There’s no doubt in his mind you’re carrying his daughter. It’s a surety in his brain, and for the first time, he’s okay with the idea of a girl. Hell, it might be the first time that he’s truly at peace with this pregnancy. She won’t be a replacement or a placeholder for Sarah, but the little sister she spent years begging for. His heart will grow, create a new space just as it did for Ellie and Carter. He knows that because he can feel her telling him that. 

Joel nods to the empty corner clearing his throat. He wipes the moisture from his eyes, shoving the swaddles into his backpack. The drawer of clothes isn't as preserved but he manages to find a few options untouched by two decades of moths and other insects.

He carefully tucks the items into his pack. He’ll give them to you when you’re ready. 

[leafsbabe]

Serious, scientific question. When SidxNatexReader get married, what's their first dance song? What song do they each request to twerk to? Also, EJ & Gabe would 100% have "first" dances with Nate & Reader because they're so close and that's that. (Maybe Sid too? Idk, you tell me)

engagement wise I think they would get reader a massive rock like they have two nhl salaries they can afford it and even though Sidney would like something more simple Nate is like nope if she can hold her hand up without help it’s too small, but you’re also just getting one ring not one from each, they ask your help picking out rings for each other but they’re definitely gold boys

it’s gonna be the hockey wedding of the century even though it might be a little too much like you just want to marry your partners in peace, nope massive flowers, road blocks, several churches declaring they’d be totally cool with polygamy if you want to go that route, Nova Scotia is so close to just shutting the entire island down because their heroes are getting hitched

as to who gets the legal marriage and who just gets the commitment ceremony you do something like pull pucks from a bag and the matching ones marry but you don’t tell your guests which one is the legal marriage because to you it’s the three of you until the end and nobody is allowed to question it

the playlist is pretty mixed I feel like for the more lovey dovey ceremony part there’ll be a bunch of instrumental covers of modern songs, just keeping it on the classier end but for the party it’s hot girl central somebody better be throwing hockey ass

yes you get railed somewhere between the ceremony and the reception

cake cutting is fun and nobody ruins your hair and makeup because they want you to feel angelic all night, Sid does smash Nate’s face with wedding cake though and the guests lose their shit

there will be roughly 50 speeches, Sid cries at all of them, Nate just holds him and tries to subtly wipe away his own tears while you pat their hands like there there

the og Avs Squad also includes Tboobs (because I think him and Sid played the Olympics together and I needed a third), they choreographed a dance, yes you all get twerked on), EJ was forbidden from wearing his teeth to the wedding

if people think the alcohol bill from the 2011 Boston Bruins Stanley Cup celebration was rough they do not want to see the one for the wedding, you can’t drink any because somebody decided to knock you up the month before

the one other player that booked their wedding for the same weekend had like 2 hockey guests there and that’s it

[laprincesaelena]

EOA Discord Ship Appreciation Week Day 1: Valentine’s Day

a/n: hey guys! i’m so excited to be participating in the EOA discord server’s Ship Appreciation Week! i’m posting this a bit later in the day than i intended, but better late than never, right? this is also the first time i’ve ever posted a fic on tumblr, so bear with me here! anyways, here’s some cute gabelena fluff! don’t ask me when in the canon timeline this is supposed to take place in bc if i’m being honest, i don’t really know lol. but who cares about canon this week? take some cute gabelena fluff :)

also, very special thank you to @procrastinateland for doing some absolutely adorable art to go along with this fic!! it won’t be the last time you’ll be seeing her work this week! (but in the meantime, go check out her blog!! she has some more cute eoa art and more!! :) )

fic is below the cut!

Ever since her and Gabe had started dating, Elena had been looking forward to their very first Sweetheart's Day as a couple. She already had a few ideas in mind for the occasion, and the night before the holiday, she had stayed up until practically sunrise, making sure that everything would be ready by the time he'd be off from a shift that morning. She couldn't wait to see what Gabe had in store for her the next day. When she finally got to lay her head on her pillow that night, she smiled, hoping to dream about how wonderful the day would be.

After only a couple of hours of sleep, Elena opened her eyes and stretched out a bit. Not being a morning person, she didn't have any incentive to even sit up. As she rubbed her eyes in an effort to wake herself up, she had a realization, it was Sweetheart's Day! Now, she was definitely awake. She shot upright with a smile, and excitedly pulled off her covers, and headed over to her vanity to begin getting ready.

Elena shivered slightly as she began to brush through her hair, there was a reason she didn't like getting out of bed, she was all warm and comfortable a moment ago. But, she knew that soon enough, she'd be warmed right up, hopefully from a kiss or two from Gabe, or by being all wrapped up in his arms.

A few minutes later, she headed over to her closet to pick out what she would wear. Normally, she wouldn't have to think twice about this, her casual red dress was her usual go-to. But, since today was a pretty special occasion, she figured she'd choose something different. After a moment of going through her many articles of clothing, Elena finally made a decision. She picked out a light and airy hot pink dress with a floral lace pattern, which came to about her ankles. She paired the dress with a pair of wedge sandals, along with her favorite golden earrings.

Elena then returned to her vanity to brush through her long hair one more time. Next to the mirror was a small vase, filled with orchids, a Sweetheart's Day tradition. She picked off one of the flowers and placed it in her hair, and smiled. At some point today, she'd hopefully be receiving an orchid from Gabe, even though she had already been his sweetheart for a couple of months now. But, before that, she had to make sure everything was ready for him!

The crown princess headed down the halls of the palace with a pep in her step. Something was certainly in the air today, as there seemed to be every Sweetheart's Day. But this year was even more special to her, since this year, she had a sweetheart to be spending it with. Every once in a while, she'd come across a member of the palace staff who had already received their orchid that day, or one rehearsing exactly what they'd say to their sweetheart. Elena couldn't help but smile, and give a quick congratulations or word of reassurance to whoever she came across. But then, when she encountered one of the royal guards, she pulled them aside, and told them to inform Captain Núñez to meet her in the parlor immediately after his shift had ended, for there was a 'very important matter' to discuss.

Gabe was just about to head out of the guard barracks before he was pulled aside, and told that the crown princess requested his presence in the parlor immediately, for there was a very important matter to discuss. Of course, Gabe would head right there, though he couldn't help but sigh. He didn't have time for this! But what if something was actually wrong? He didn't want to risk that, so, as quickly as he could, he headed to the parlor.

When Gabe entered the room, he was practically blinded by an overwhelming amount of pink, red, and white. Colored streamers lined the walls, there was a heart shaped balloon tied onto practically every piece of furniture, and in the center of the room, was his lovely Elena.

Elena had a table all set up, with a bundle of balloons attached to either side. Placed on the table was a frame of a favorite picture of the two of them. Red, pink, and white napkins were arranged in a pattern on each side, along with matching plates to go with them. In the center, was a homemade tres leches cake, with "Happy Sweetheart's Day, Mi Amor!" written in pink icing. Elena's face was lit up with a smile, she looked so proud of her little arrangement.

"Surprise! Happy Sweetheart's Day!" she exclaimed.

"So, this was the 'very important matter' we needed to discuss, huh?" Gabe asked her, a smile forming on his face.

"Yup!" Elena responded with a nod. "But come on, this is a very important matter, it's our first Sweetheart's Day together!"

"I guess you're right," Gabe said, and began to take a closer look at everything Elena had out on the table. "Did you do all of this yourself?" he asked.

"I sure did!" Elena replied with a proud smile. "Well, I had a little bit of help from the staff with the streamers, and-" But before she could finish her sentence, Gabe cut her off with a second thought.

"Hold on, did you make this cake yourself too? There's no way." he said with a small laugh.

Though he was born the son of a baker, and was at one point expected to carry on his father's business, Gabe wasn't too good of a baker himself, and he knew Elena had just about the same amount of skill.

"This time, I made it to two leches, all on my own!" Elena told him. "By the third leche I did have my abuela step in, just to make sure we could actually enjoy it. But, I decorated it by myself! Which, I'm surprised wasn't a dead giveaway."

The cake was frosted with a layer of white icing, not perfectly, but it was at least completely covered. Elena had clearly underestimated the amount of room the center of the cake had, for about half of the word 'Sweetheart's' gradually dropped lower and lower. There was plenty of room for the word 'Day', but 'Mi Amor!' had to be crammed onto the right side, below a slanted 'Sweetheart's'. Even though the presentation of it may not have been perfect, Gabe was confident that it tasted better than it looked.

"Hey, it's certainly better than anything I could've done," Gabe said, and walked behind the table to be beside Elena. He pulled her in for a quick kiss as she wrapped her arms around him. "Everything looks great, I love it!" he added with a smile.

"I'm so glad you do, I wouldn't risk destroying the kitchen for anybody else." Elena joked, and leaned up to kiss him a second time. Then, she turned back towards the table, and picked up the knife that was lying beside the cake. "So, want a slice?" she asked.

"Uh..sure!" Gabe said, but mentally hit himself for hesitating. Though he was confident Elena's cake had come out great, and any other time he'd love to sit and have a slice with her, but he was on a bit of a time frame.

"No promises on how even these slices will be.." Elena said to herself as she began to cut them both a slice. She placed each slice on a plate, along with including a napkin and fork.

Elena handed the plate over to Gabe with a smile, and before she could even grab her own, he had already taken a couple of bites. She softly laughed to herself, hopefully that meant he was enjoying it!

"So, what do you think?" she asked him.

"It's really good, Elena," Gabe answered, already putting another piece in his mouth. "You should make these more often!" he added, his voice a bit muffled from the decently sized piece of cake he'd just eaten.

Elena tried a bit of her slice as well, and she had to admit, she was pretty proud of herself, it was really good! She turned to sit on the couch, and patted the space beside her for Gabe to join her.

"You can sit, if you'd like," she said, even though she wasn't giving him much choice, she was implying that she'd like him to sit beside her. "We aren't in any hurry!"

But little did she know, Gabe actually was in a hurry. He knew he didn't have time to sit with her, the two of them might lose track of time and be there for hours! But he also didn't want to let Elena know of this, or act suspicious in any way. He had to think, and fast. So, he turned to the side, and mumbled a quick, 'Captain Núñez!' in a voice slightly different than his own.

"Oh, sounds like someone's calling me!" he said, acting as if he weren't the one to call himself. "Thank you for everything, bye!" Gabe added hurriedly, before quickly finishing his slice of cake, and practically sprinting out of the room.

Elena barely had enough time to process what had just happened before Gabe was out of the room. She placed her plate on the couch before getting up to follow behind him, but by the time she poked her head out into the hallway, she sighed upon noticing that Gabe was nowhere to be found, nor was whoever 'called' him.

She sat back down on the couch to finish up her slice of cake, while thinking of what could possibly be up with him. Was he planning something special for her? If so, what could that be? Or, maybe Sweetheart's Day simply wasn't a big deal to him, and he didn't really care about everything she had done for him. Elena didn't even want to think that was the case, he seemed to love everything, and she had stayed up all night for it to be just perfect! She did know one thing for a fact, though, something was up with Gabe, and she was going to get to the bottom of this.

As Elena began to search around the palace for where Gabe could've possibly gone off to, she happened to bump into her abuela.

"Mija! Just the girl I wanted to see!" Luisa said to her granddaughter with a smile.

"Hi, abuela," Elena replied, returning the smile. "How's your Sweetheart's Day been so far? Has abuelo done anything extra special for you?" she asked.

"Funny that you mention that, because I was just headed to the kitchen to whip up a batch of empanadas for our Sweetheart's Day tradition! You know they're your abuelo's favorite!" Luisa responded. "And, I figured since you did such a wonderful job with that cake last night, you could help me out with the empanadas as well!"

Elena's eyes widened as she shook her head, thinking back to her occasional disasters when it came to cooking. "Oh, no, that's alright abuela, I'm sure they'd come out much better if only you made them, you know what you're doing much better than I do." she said.

"Oh, come on mijita, you'll do just fine! I could use an extra hand, and how could you say no to spending more time with your abuela?" Luisa asked, wrapping her arm around Elena and pulling her in close.

Though Elena was really more concerned about finding out what was up with Gabe at the moment, she knew she couldn't say no. Besides, maybe taking a little bit to get her mind off of that and just spend time with her abuela would be nice. Plus, she might pick up a few more tips and tricks for baking, maybe she could even learn to rival Gabe's parents' recipe!

"Okay, if you insist!" Elena replied with a soft laugh. "Let's go, then!"

Elena got herself dragged into the kitchen, and Luisa got her right to work on mixing the dough. Thankfully, there was no possible way Elena could create any sort of disaster with that (or so she hoped), and with their teamwork, a batch of empanadas was in the oven in record time. But, they weren't finished just yet. Luisa decided they'd start on a second batch, but with a different filling this time! So, Elena reluctantly returned to her task of preparing the dough.

As Elena began to knead the dough, she couldn't help but wonder what Gabe was up to, and her doubtful thoughts returned. If only abuela hadn't wanted to make a second batch, she could've already found out what was going on! But here she was, kneading another batch of dough, which hopefully would turn out alright for her abuelos.

While the second batch was baking, Elena couldn't help but take a look out the window, where she noticed that the sun was already beginning to set. Sweetheart's Day was almost over, and she had barely seen her own sweetheart at all that day. Not to mention that when she did see him, he was in quite the rush. She was snapped out of her thoughts by a tap on her shoulder, and turned back to face her abuela.

"You don't have to stay here while we wait, mija." Luisa said. "You've been more than enough help, and I had lots of fun, you're not as terrible at baking as you may think!"

"Thanks, abuela," Elena replied with a small smile. "Are you sure you don't need any more help? I'd be more than happy to stay."

"No, I insist, you go off and enjoy the rest of your night!" Luisa responded, and was now practically pushing Elena out of the kitchen. "Also, remember to look down on your way out." she added with a wink.

"Look down?" Elena asked, but once she reached the hallway, she understood what her abuela was talking about.

Right at her feet was a small envelope, with her name written in the center, along with a heart. She'd know that handwriting anywhere, it was Gabe's! Elena smiled as she bent down to pick up the envelope, so he hadn't just brushed her off! Now, the pieces were beginning to fall into place. He must've been planning something for her when he rushed out so suddenly, and her abuela was definitely distracting her with baking until everything was ready to go. Not wasting a moment, Elena tore open the envelope, pulling out a small letter inside.

I wanted this day to be special for you,

But most of my ideas just wouldn't do.

You made my day great, so it'd only be right,

To treat you to the very best Sweetheart's Night.

All around the palace, I've left a few things,

Maybe a new dress, bracelets, or rings.

But before you're able to find that out,

I'll give you a clue to think about.

Weekly we fence in the gardens or Castillo Park,

But I won't have you searching outside in the dark.

Where you'd find a person curled up with a book,

Is the very first place I'd suggest you'd look.

Elena smiled as she read along, this was certainly an exciting way to spend the rest of her night! Once she read her first clue, she knew exactly where to go, and she headed straight to the palace's library.

When she arrived at the library, she began to look around for where Gabe could've left something. Right under the painting of Avalor Bay, she found something that definitely wasn't always there!

Elena picked up a brand new sword for fencing and smiled, she couldn't wait to use this at their next fencing practice! She looked it over for a moment, before noticing something else on the ground. Beside the sword was yet another small envelope, her scavenger hunt wasn't over just yet! She tore open the second envelope, and began to read the small letter inside.

I want you to remember, that forever, through and through,

I'll always be living "La Vida Dulce" with you.

On your bed is a gift, that like you is so sweet,

I know you'll enjoy this little Sweetheart's Day treat. 

Elena couldn't help but smile as she read along. She completely agreed, she's always living the sweet life with Gabe by her side. But, thinking of those words gave her an idea as to what this present could be, and she excitedly headed up to her room to see if her guess was correct.

Sure enough, when Elena entered her room, she spotted a heart shaped box placed on her bed. When she opened the box, she'd recognize the contents anywhere. They were chocolates from her abuela's chocolate shop! Elena couldn't help but pick one up and pop it into her mouth. She couldn't help but wonder if this chocolate really was as sweet as she was, since she definitely had her days at some points. But, one thing she definitely agreed on was that she enjoyed this Sweetheart's Day treat, Avaloran chocolate was one of her favorites!

Elena placed the cover back onto the box, and noticed yet another small envelope resting beside it. She tore it open, excited to see where this next clue would lead her.

I hope that you've been having lots of fun,

Sorry for keeping you on the run!

But this next clue is your last, number three,

The most exciting gift you'll soon see.

I'm sure you know that what I've said is true,

That no matter what, I'm always with you.

This Sweetheart's Day was filled with surprises galore,

I hope that together, we'll be spending many more.

I have one last surprise to complete our night,

I can't wait to see your face filled with delight.

Outside on the terrace is where you'll find me and more,

Happy Sweetheart's Day, mi amor.

Elena left the letter, along with the other few things she had accumulated on her scavenger hunt on her bed, and excitedly ran out of her room. She felt like she had barely seen Gabe all day, so she couldn't wait to spend more time with him, and to see what this exciting surprise was!

Once she opened the doors to the terrace, Elena stopped for a moment, and gasped. She took a moment to just take in her surroundings, everything looked amazing!

The terrace was illuminated by strings of lights, and in the very center was Gabe, waiting for her with a loving smile. Behind him was a table, perfectly decorated for a candlelit dinner for two. Elena could've sworn she saw a few of the empanadas she had made earlier on the table as well! Everything looked so perfect and especially romantic, Elena's face was certainly filled with delight.

"Happy Sweetheart's Day!" Gabe said to her, with just as proud of a smile as she had worn earlier.

Elena ran right over and wrapped her arms tightly around him, pulling him in for a kiss. Gabe caught her in his arms, and once they broke apart, lifted her up and spun her around.

"Gabe, this is amazing!" she exclaimed, the smile on her face only growing. "This is the perfect way to end our night!"

"I'm glad you love it," Gabe responded, a similar smile lighting up his face. "And I'm glad you ended up here, hopefully my clues weren't too confusing." he joked with a small laugh.

"I figured out each place right away, it was a lot of fun." Elena replied. "Thank you for doing this all for me."

"Hey, it's our first Sweetheart's Day together, this is a very important matter." Gabe joked. "Besides, you did so much for me earlier today, I wanted to give you just as great of a day."

"Well, my day didn't start out exactly as I planned, since I was a bit concerned about as to why you were in such a rush earlier.." Elena explained. "At first I thought you didn't care about what I did this morning, which I thought seemed unlike you, but before I could ask you, you were gone! And now, I understand why you seemed to be in such a rush." she added with a smile.

"Exactly." Gabe replied. "And I'm really sorry if I made you feel like I didn't appreciate it, because I absolutely loved it! It was such a nice surprise to come back from my shift to."

"I'm glad you loved it." Elena responded with a smile. "I love this so much too! Speaking of, we should probably stop talking before the food gets cold or the candles go out." she added with a small laugh.

"Hang on, there's one more thing I'd like to give you." Gabe said, and let go of her for a moment.

Gabe stepped behind the table, and lifted up a vase, filled with purple orchids, a symbol of Sweetheart's Day. He took one out of the vase and walked back over to where Elena was standing, and held it out in front of him.

"Even though we've been together for a few months now, I still wanted to ask you this. In fact, I've been hoping for this moment for a couple of years now.." he said.

Elena smiled as he held out the orchid in front of her. She wanted to just take it from him right then and there, since of course she'd accept it! But, she also wanted to hear everything he had to say.

"So, Elena Castillo Flores, will you be my sweetheart?" Gabe asked with a smile.

Elena smiled big as she nodded her head. "Yes, of course I will!" she answered.

Gabe placed the stem in Elena's hand, as she looked down at it with a smile. She placed the flowers behind her ear, now having orchids decorating each side of her dark brown hair.

Elena wrapped her arms around him once again, and pulled him in for another kiss. Gabe wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her in a bit closer. Though she thought it was a bit cliché, Elena even felt her foot slightly lift off the ground.

Their very first Sweetheart's Day together may not have been completely perfect, but neither of them minded one bit. All that mattered to these two sweethearts was that they'd be able to spend their day together, and that it would be a day filled with oh so much love. And that's exactly the day Gabe and Elena received .

[taikiscigarette]

–  𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗮 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑(𝐒) : 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧. + 𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐚. 

𝗪𝗖: 𝟐.𝟕 𝐤

𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁: 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬!𝐝𝐚𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫? 

𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚~ 𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙧! 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮.

“ princess dahyun has once again skipped out on her lessons! the king requests her to be brought to him at once! she cannot have gone far! “

the shouts of the king’s guard reverberated throughout the marble walls of the castle as hurried footsteps of guards and maids can be heard echoing the loud orders. while those within the castle run around looking for the missing princess, a young woman is sat hidden away within the floral and fauna of the castle gardens. it had become a safe space for dahyun when she found herself not wanting to participate in her mother’s unnecessary lessons. her mother told her that a ‘princesses must act like one, and you, my dear, certainly do not act like one.’ so, she started to enroll dahyun into lessons that she liked to say would turn her into a proper princess. but none of that interested dahyun, if she had to change who she was to fit the standard image of a princess she didn’t want the title at all. and she knows she sounds privileged when she talks about not wanting to deal with the life of luxury, but no one ever saw the countless scolding’s that she would get if she made a face at a comment a suitor made. never saw the way her mother forced her to sit with her back completely straight for two hours to show her the proper way to sit. no one except you. your family had been the gong family’s gardeners for a few generations now, and you had found yourself quickly gravitating towards the princess as soon as you had started tending to the garden. her upbeat personality was enough to draw anybody in, and her smile put the sun to shame. she was light personified, how could anyone look at her and not see anything but perfect? but it was clear that her parents saw the complete opposite. as a princess, she was a failure in their eyes. she didn’t let any suitors disrespect her or say that she was less than they were. she didn’t understand why she couldn’t do her own laundry or run her own bath and compared to her brother she was anything but royal. you knew when you had arrived at the castle gates for your work that she had once again slipped away when it was time for her to do her lessons. and you also knew that she would be in the castle gardens. you knew that you would probably get in trouble for keeping her hiding spot a secret from the king, and your job or perhaps even your reputation would be stripped away from you. you would probably be disowned and lose everything, but when you see her look so at peace with the bunnies and the camellia flowers you feel any resolve you had crumble. 

“ princess, you know the king and queen are going to scold you again for skipping your lessons. “ 

dahyun only hums happily as she pets the small bunny in front of her again. “ i told you, you don’t have to call me princess! just call me dahyun. “ she completely disregards your warning as she swings her feet off the side of the bench. her shoes had been discarded some time ago, she always said that they gave her sores and that she didn’t want to wear them when she’s relaxing. you put on the gardening gloves as she begins her rant.

“ i just don’t get it! i tell them constantly that i shouldn’t have to fit into the perfect image of a princess and they just brush it off! why should i have to change everything about me just to fit what other people want? i want to be able to go in my own gardens without the guards going into a frenzy. for god’s sake, i can’t even do my own laundry! “ she lets out a small huff. “ sorry for the language but- all i want to do is live my life without people telling me how i should act or what i should do. you’re the only person who’s never told me how to act. i truly do treasure you, you know? why can’t i just go work in the gardens with you? wouldn’t that be fun? “ 

you let out a small sigh as you cut an overgrown vine. “ you already know the answer to that, my lady. we’ve talked about this before. i’m already risking. . . everything by not telling the king that you hide away here. can you imagine the way he’d react if i let you work in the gardens? you’re a princess, your hands are not to be soiled with commoner work. “ 

as sad as it is to admit, it’s the truth. those born into royal lineage do not have to worry about doing commoner work. their work is strictly diplomatic, and of course all of the king and queen-ly duties that need to be done. and for the princess and prince, their job is to marry into another royal family. prince minho was already arranged to marry to truly solidify his rule as next king, and princess dahyun is currently having meetings with potential suitors. the best match that has been selected is prince gabriel cabrera. he’s a good man, funny, charismatic. everything a prince should be. worthy of a woman like dahyun. it’s no secret that you have had a crush on dahyun since shortly after you started working for the family. you knew it would never be allowed, a princess marrying a commoner? not only would it ruin her reputation, but her family’s name would also be a word of shame instead of pride. but even knowing what you do, you can’t help the shared glances and giggles you share with dahyun. you know you need to stop before it turns into something else. yet here you are letting her rest her head on your shoulder as the two of you grow into a comfortable silence. the only noise being the occasional snip of the vines. 

when you arrive to work in the garden the next day the castle was oddly silent. usually, the maids would be whispering amongst themselves as they dusted the statues. but there were no whispers, no guards talking about what happened on their shift. regardless of the silence, your job was to work in the garden and that was it, not gossip. it was only a few hours through your gardening session did you hear movement coming towards you and the sound of sniffles approaching. setting the watering can down and looking up from the camellia flowers you were watering, you grunted slightly at the impact that smacked against you. you were lucky enough that years of garden work made you at least just strong enough to not fall over, but you did take a few steps backward as you look to see dahyun clinging to you. you felt your heart tug slightly as you see and hear the tears fall down her face. before you were able to even ask what was wrong, words began to pour out of her mouth. 

“ they arranged an engagement, without even asking me! i told them i didn’t want that and yet just this morning i was called into the throne room to be told that i am to wed gabriel! “ she takes a shaky breath as more tears cascade down her cheeks, “ i don’t want to marry gabriel. . . he’s a nice guy, a good friend even, but. he’s not you. i mean, gabe isn’t even interested in me that way! i’ve seen the way he looks at his retainer jakob! “

you can only watch her with a pained expression as you pull her away from you. “ princess. . . i believe it’s time for you to return to the castle. “ 

she blinks up at you, her brows furrowing in confusion as she stutters for a bit. “ what do you-- what do you mean? y/n what do you mean? “

you simply shake your head as you take a step back, putting your things back into your bag. you can feel her stare as you begin to walk towards the gates, and it breaks your heart to know that you cannot dry her tears. but in the end, she’s now an engaged woman. even if they both do not feel what a husband and wife should, you were not going to be the cause of a royal feud. after all, if a commoner was found in a princesses bed you would surely lose your head.

the month passes by unbearably slow without dahyun coming to visit you. from what you heard, dahyun was forced to attend the lessons that she used to hide away from. the maid’s had mentioned that dahyun seemed quiet lately. she never talked back like she used to, and she always looked out the window as if she was looking for something. however, anytime someone asked her if she was alright she would flash them a smile and assure them that she was quite alright. you knew that it hurt her when you pushed her away when she needed you, but what else were you supposed to do? tell her you would fight a prince for her love? you loved dahyun, but it was just unrealistic for the two of you to be together. she would go marry prince gabriel and you would continue to work as if nothing had occurred. as you let out another sigh you fail to hear the footsteps approach you, too engrossed with your own thoughts. it was only when someone cleared their throat behind you did you jump slightly, almost ruining the flower bush you were working on. 

“ oh my! “ you quickly bow as you see prince gabriel standing before you. a million things were running through your head as he stood before you. did he find out that you and dahyun were kind of seeing each other on the side? or maybe he didn’t like the flowers you had decided to grow or--

a small laugh pulls you out of your thoughts as you slowly tilt your head up to see gabriel laughing with delight, a smile on his face. 

“ if i didn’t know any better i would have said you saw a ghost! “ he settles down after a bit before he reaches out his hand, “ i am prince gabriel, but you can just call me gabe. “ 

after gabe calmed you down by saying he wasn’t going to have you executed, you learned that he came by you ask you about your feelings for dahyun. turns out, dahyun had mentioned her growing feelings for her gardener to him before and after their engagement was announced she stopped talking about it. and he knew it wasn’t just because of the engagement because he told her about his romantic escapades with his retainer jakob. so he came to investigate himself. you did feel a bit ashamed admitting the situation to him, especially since dahyun even told you that he wasn’t in love with her. but gabe didn’t get angry with you. if anything he understood. he was having a similar problem with jakob. they knew what they felt for each other, but he was a prince and jakob was a retainer. it was his job to marry royalty. but it was at that moment that he said that did he come to a realization. he didn’t say anything to you, just quickly rushed off with an apology. and all you could do was blink at him as he ran off. 

ever since that day prince gabriel had stopped by, you heard the maids talk about how princess dahyun seemed to have her glow back. you weren’t sure what caused the sudden change in her mood, but you weren’t going to complain. as long as she was smiling that was all that mattered to you. the days till dahyun’s wedding continued to dwindle as the energy in the castle began to rise even more. as you finally started to accept the fact that dahyun was going to be wed off and you would no longer see her around the castle, a letter arrived from the royal courier. dread-filled you the entire way to the castle. usually, the flowers would bring you comfort on days where you needed it, but not even the vibrant garden eased the pit in the bottom of your stomach. as you knelt before the king you could feel multiple eyes on your -- the king, queen, princess dahyun, and prince minho, and along with them was prince gabriel and his retainer. you couldn’t think of anything you had done wrong, but as the king stared down at you, you couldn’t think of any other reason he would’ve called you into the throne room. 

you swear the only noise in the throne room was the beating of your heart and your heavy breathing, and it was only when the king spoke up did you hold your breath of him to speak. 

“ y/n. as you know, your family has served the gong kingdom for centuries now. you grew up knowing exactly how the job was to be done. that skill and knowledge is something we had wished to keep with us. “ 

you can only look at him with a confused expression, “ my lord? “

he raises a hand to silence you. “ however, we do understand your value. which is why when the cabrera had specifically requested for you for a price, we accepted. you will accompany princess dahyun’s retainer to their kingdom. do you understand? “

you glanced at gabriel as he and dahyun shared a knowing look as you were dismissed. you had planned to ask them about it, but as it was your transfer to cabrera kingdom was sooner than expected. you had barely enough time to pack your gardening equipment and a few sets of clothes before a carriage came to pick you up. 

you hadn’t seen dahyun the following week either. of course, you didn’t think you would considering it was her wedding week, but you still had hope. it was quite some time until you finally saw dahyun. it was only in passing and she only spoke briefly, but what she said was something you couldn’t ignore. she had quickly whispered ‘ meet me by the camellia flowers tomorrow at dawn ‘ before she had slipped away. 

you did as she said and the following morning you found yourself by the camellia flowers. at first, you thought perhaps she was pulling a jest of some sorts, but when you heard the familiar patter of footsteps you turned around to see her smiling softly at you.

“ you came. i. . . thought perhaps you wouldn’t. “ 

“ of course i came, you know that i cannot deny a request from you. “ 

dahyun only smiles even more as she takes a step forward and wraps her arms around you. 

“ princess dahyun you know we can’t--”

“ hush. gabe and i actually had this all planned out. you see, that night when i found out i was to be engaged i was so heartbroken. gabe was a good guy, but not the one i loved. and i was not the one he loved. however, we both knew that it was his duty as heir to the throne to be married to royalty. but then one day gabe told me that he had actually spoken to you and he came up with a brilliant idea. “

she pulls away as she looks at you and by the lord’s above you swear the sun started to shine once more. 

“ we get married to stop the suitors from coming, and everyone here already knows about gabe and jakob. they’re not really the best at keeping it a secret. so. . the marriage was just a front. no one will question it, and we both can be with the ones we love. “

you can’t stop the overwhelming warmth you feel at her words, and before you can think twice about it you pull her into a kiss. 

and with the camellia flowers blowing ever so softly in the wind, two lovers who were never meant to be giggled softly under the gaze of the sun. 

[whumping-every-day]

Hi! I was wondering, could you write a drabble where Gabriel does something that he never would have before? Something to show progress? Like maybe he has slightly more confidence than he did before, and Maria and Stefan praise him and tell him how proud they are.

Did someone say Halloween Special? 

Thank you so much for asking this! It was supposed to be quick, and then it snowballed a little. Have some progress, and some fluff. 

Tagging the Gabriel Gang:

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Masterlist

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The doorbell rings again, and Gabriel twitches. 

“More trick-or-treaters,” his Master mutters. “Gabe, sweetheart, are you sure you wouldn’t like to hole up in your room?” 

There are voices from outside the door; young ones, and the sound of multiple pairs of feet shuffling about on his Master’s front porch. There’s a pair of soft cat ears perched on Gabriel’s head, and whiskers drawn on his cheeks. 

The concept of Halloween had been completely foreign to Gabriel, when his Mistress had brought it up. It had all sounded quite scary to him at first - strange people running around in costumes, fake blood and injuries, ghosts and monsters. 

“I-” The boy opens his mouth to answer, but it dies in his throat. “I d-don’t know…” 

“There is nothing to be afraid of, little one.” His Mistress is lounging in the love seat, legs tucked up underneath her. She’s got a sweeping, wide-brimmed crimson hat on, and a matching colored trench coat. 

Gabriel doesn’t know who Carmen Sandiego is, but even he can see that his Mistress looks very nice in her costume. 

“Trick or treat!” The voices from outside call, and Gabriel frowns in mild bewilderment. Threatening tricks for candy is a very odd tradition… but he’s beginning to think that this is one tradition that won’t end badly. None of the voices have been angry, and none of the people have been violent. “I think - I’m okay, Master,” he murmurs. 

“Okay.” Stefan isn’t in costume, but he hands Maria the bowl of candy when she gets up from the love seat to answer the door. 

When the door closes again, the bowl is a little emptier, and Gabriel leans against his Mistress’s legs happily when she returns. 

“Oh, you. You’re so cute in those.” His Mistress squishes his cheeks for a moment, like she can’t quite help herself, and Gabriel soaks up the attention eagerly. She pets his hair, and adjusts the fake ears, and Gabriel practically purrs. 

“Man, he really is like a cat.” Master’s voice is fond, and Gabriel murrs softly, peeling an eye open from where he’s leaning into his Mistress’s hand. 

“Trick or treat!” This time, the voices come before the knock, so Gabriel is able to keep from flinching. Master sighs softly, but he gets up, and he pats Gabriel’s ears as he passes. 

It’s nice, Gabriel decides. The pumpkins they had carved together are by the door, and the little white ghosts they’d cut out hang over the mantle. 

The next time the door rings, however, Gabriel feels his Mistress jump. She’s leaning her chin on her palm, propped up on the side of the sofa… she’s tired, Gabriel’s mind supplies. Her other hand is still absently stroking through his dark curls. 

“I - I c-could-” Gabriel gulps. The words had jumped out without warning, without thought - but now his Mistress is looking at him, quirking one of those perfectly shaped dark eyebrows. Gabriel swallows. 

“Yes, kitty?” 

Kitty. Gabriel’s cheeks dust over pink. 

“I - I was just-”

“Trick or treat!” It’s a loud group this time, and Gabriel almost quails. Almost. But then he thinks of his Mistress’s early shift at the hospital, and of all the coffee she’s been drinking since she got home. 

The boy swallows again and braces himself. 

“I c-could - I could get the door, Mistress? So you don’t, d-don’t have to get up?” 

He almost gets through it without stammering. His Mistress hesitates, and she sends her brother a quick glance. 

“Are you sure, bud?” 

Gabriel draws in a slow breath, and the doorbell rings again, and he doesn’t flinch. There’s people waiting outside, he knows - but they’re children, and they’re just here for candy. “Yes, Mistress.” 

There’s a moment of silence, heavy with consideration, but then Maria nods. 

“Okay. But don’t make yourself nervous, sweetheart.” 

“Yes, Mistress.” His new owners have shown a strange reluctance to let Gabriel serve them - Master always insists on cooking breakfast in the morning, and Mistress won’t let him bring her her coffee or drinks. They barely let him clean, let alone scrub the whole house from top to bottom. So now that he has a task, Gabriel can’t mess it up. 

He hops to his feet and picks up the bowl of candy, and his Masters give him encouraging smiles when he looks back. 

The front door seems bigger now. Still, Gabriel approaches, and his hand only shakes a little when he reaches for the knob. 

He takes a deep breath, trying to still his fear. All he has to do is let them take the candy. 

“Trick or treat!” He pulls the door open, and the children’s voices are much louder without the barrier. For a moment, Gabriel’s not sure what he’s looking at - there’s so much color, and so many different shapes. He holds the bowl out wordlessly, and hopes that he doesn’t look as frightened as he feels. 

In the end, it’s almost anticlimactic. Each child takes a few pieces, except for one older boy dressed like a ghost, who takes a whole handful. A few of them wish him happy Halloween on their way down the stairs, and Gabriel flinches a bit when he realizes he might be expected to respond. 

The last kid to leave is a small blonde girl, clutching her pillowcase of candy. 

“Bu-bye Mr Cat!” She calls a farewell as she goes, peering over her shoulder, and Gabriel’s breath catches in his throat. 

“H-happy - happy Halloween-” It takes Gabriel a few tries, and it’s much too quiet for the girl to hear. But he gets the words out, and Gabriel’s shaking with adrenaline as he closes the front door. 

He puts his back to it immediately, and sees that his Master and Mistress have both come to check on him. 

“I - I did it.” It’s disbelieving, and Gabriel stares at his own shaking hands for a moment, before looking back up to his owners. He doesn’t know what the feeling bubbling in his chest is, but it makes him - happy. 

“You did it!” His Mistress claps her hands together, and then Gabriel is being pulled into an enthusiastic hug. “Oh, sweetheart, that must have been hard, but you did it!” 

With his cheek pressed into his Mistress’s red trench coat, Gabriel lets his smile show. 

“We’re so proud of you, buddy.” Master gives his shoulder a squeeze, and Gabriel bites his lip to keep his smile from becoming a grin. 

In the end, they go back to the living room, and Gabriel resumes his place at Mistress’s feet, curled up on a pillow with a blanket draped over his shoulders. All three of them take turns answering the door after that, and Gabriel feels a secret burst of pride every time he does. 

[shellibisshe]

evens for elle? 👀

2.) Their sexuality/sexual preference?

Bisexual! She doesn’t really have more of a preference for men or women

4.) Their favorite season?

Summer! She likes being outside but isn’t really a fan of the heat, so she ends up just going out in bras and shorts.

6.) Their gender?

Female!

8.) What clothing style?

“Whatever’s clean” really. Almost always bootcut jeans, and then just whatever matches. Sometimes she wears leggings but she’s really gotta be in the mood.

10.) Their favorite thing to do after a break-up?

Depends on the break up. Her break up with Joey, she just did the usual “sit and eat ice cream and be sad.” Gabe however she wrecks stuff, throws their rings away, cuts up photos. Most of the time she ends up just baking a lot.

12.) How many serious relationships have they been in?

3! Joey was her first, Gabe came next, and then her last is John.

14.) What languages do they speak?

Elle speaks both english and Spanish, and knows asl

16.) Their favorite comfort food?

She really likes soups and stews when she feels bad.

18.) Their music taste?

Lots of country and rock, and she’ll listen to some musical soundtracks too.

20.) Something they do that seems childish to others?

Point out animals that she sees. She has to announce every one she sees, she might even try to pet them.

22.) What is their all-time favorite movie?

She didn’t have cable as a kid, just old vhs tapes. Ironically, her favorite movie is Bambi and she’s watched it enough to break the tape.

24.) Are they close to anyone specific in the family?

Elle is very close to everyone in her immediate family but she’s always been closer to her dad and sister.

26.) Are they an emotional person?

She can be! Usually she can keep her emotions in check but some people just strike a nerve with her.

28.) What are some of their guilty pleasures?

Scream singing along to her favorite songs, dancing around in her underwear.

30.) Do they like kids? Do they want kids/have kids?

She never liked babies, and she was a little iffy about toddlers and young children. However she never wanted children herself, she didn’t think she’d be a very good mom. She does have kids though.

32.) Do they have any tattoos?

Several! She has a fern and moth tattoo on her right arm, a sleeve of ferns and flowers on her left, three birds on her left wrist and a target on the base of her neck.

34.) What is their hair color? Is it their natural color?

Elle’s natural hair color is a light brown, but she has a blonde ombré that slowly gets closer to her roots every time she gets it redone

36.) Do they like marmite?

No

38.) Do they believe in the supernatural?

A little bit! She definitely thinks ghosts are real.

40.) Have they ever had a near-death experience?

Many times! That doesn’t stop her from going out on her next near-death experience though.

42.) What are they like when they’re drunk/what kind of drunk are they?

She’s a fighty drunk. You said you don’t like dogs near her? You just might get decked. She has to get really drunk for that, most of the time she’s a sappy drunk.

44.) What is the first thing they do when they wake up?

Go to the bathroom and make coffee.

46.) How do they like their tea/coffee?

She doesn’t drink tea. Coffee however, she puts a ton of sugar and creamer in, it’s not even coffee when she’s done it’s just cream and sugar with a hint of coffee.

48.) Are they a virgin?

Nope!

50.) Are they good at remembering significant dates? Anniversaries, birthdays etc?

Not on her own, she has to set a reminder or have someone remind her.

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

FIC: Surpassed All Men V

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It took him all of five minutes upon returning to the small house, concealed and simply observing as he wanted, or rather felt that he needed, to be completely specific and accurate when he appeared to tell the girl her reality, to figure out exactly what the other Trickster had been on about.

The swirling of power in the area had held a tang to it, a sort of electricity in the air that only came from rapid and continued reality shifting and altering as well as the crackle of mischief that hung about the house like an invisible cloud, that he knew all too well from the centuries spent befriending others of her kind.

The sugary-sweet scent that wafted perpetually out of the house wouldn't have been unusual for this space, but watching from the wall he lent invisibly against to see the blonde shimmying around the kitchen to some song his eyes had immediately gone to the bright, golden bear-shaped container that sat out on the kitchen bench and had been held and brought to her lips more than once a minute as the woman had baked.

He had frowned in realization, but stalking through the rest of the house he could see items that shimmered under his vision in a way only the reality-warping powers of a Trickster could do all over the house. A painting on the wall, a jacket draped over the back of a couch, and more than one vase of flowers filled with blooms that he’d never seen before were all scattered around the house like a trail of crumbs that would all lead back to their creator in the kitchen.

Gabe frowned deeply to himself understanding just what the perky blonde had become, and as he turned to watch through the open door to the kitchen to see her lifting the golden honey bear back to her lips absently as she cooked something, his look got darker realizing just what trouble she could find herself in before he left again leaving no signs of his visit behind as he made his way back to his last stop.

Crow had laughed. Hard. With that cawwing sound that came from his throat harsh and brash, and matched by the laughter of his birds all around as the archangel had returned. The old god had stared at him after his laughter, dark hands folded in his lap as he pinned the angel with a serious look, before there had been a hum and his soft, listed voice gravel thick asking the question Gabriel had had trouble coming to terms with himself.

“So. How are you going to help her?”

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Gabriel could not tell if meeting with the pair as a pair was better or worse than one on one. Two birds one stone, but the two birds outnumbered him two to one if they decided to lash back out at him.

This time of year they were in the Russian’s home for once, but as the archangel pushed open the flap of the traditional yurt the scent of the other’s choice of smoke filled the air - rich with tobacco, bearberry and the staghorn sumac that made up the blend of his people from the cold North - with an undercurrent of sweet tang of reindeer milk and the fermented berry drink that had had the angel pulling a face the first time he tasted the rancid drink that turned sweet the longer you kept it on your tongue. There was a blend of both men’s favorite foods with slabs of wheat and acorn loaves soaked to dripping in honey and berries surrounded by the sour-tang berries that made that juice, with piles of corn husk wrapped maize filled with softened blueberries, blackberries, and cloudberries, corn pone with fresh sweet corn kernels and then in the middle as if a secret that they wanted to be disguised amongst the rest was a bowl of boiled sweet candies.

Neither god seemed to look up at his presence as they continued to pass a journal back between one another, marking sharply a line on a page before handing it back to the other. It was a nonsense thought game that Gabriel had always struggled to comprehend - some connective string between their people that had them in a battle of wits over charcoal and paper - but the fact they still persisted and, from the age of the book they wrote in, seemed to be on the same match from the last time he had met with them made him want to laugh.

“What’s this? You think this is a game, Kutkh?” The taller of the pair asked, looking with a tight frown of his brows at the page. Wisakedjak flicked his gaze from between the journal and the god sat across the low table from him, dark brown eyes flashing for a moment as he ran a tan finger over whatever marking he was complaining about. “You’ve not tried this move for the last century.”

There was a whistle from the other man, and Gabriel recognized the wicked smirk on the Russian’s lips. “Perhaps it is time to try something old, lyubovnik.” The dark-haired man’s eyes were closed as they had been since Gabriel had passed through the door, and he rested his head in his palm, propped with his elbow on the table.

“Speaking of old, look which nitotem has finally decided to visit.” “Jackie, that won’t get you off from your returning mark.” “Nicimos, you should open your eyes more often. We have a visitor.”

Gabriel swallowed thickly as he took a further step in under the watchful eye of the American Trickster, as he entered the circle of lighting from the torches that hung from the yurt frame. The god’s eyes were sharply focused on him and where he was used to seeing the humor in their depths instead there was a harsh cold that did not bode well for this meeting, as Wisakedjak lifted a hand sharply in greeting before running it along the long thick braid to the right side of his head. Gabe found himself taking a step back as the other made to tug on the end of it, a tingle down his spine as he knew what that move could do if the god felt inclined.

“Oh, so we do. What a surprise to see you again, Loki.” Kutkh added, turning so the shaved side of his head with the raven feather tattooed sharply onto his scalp that shimmered in a way a real feather would before he let out a sharp laugh reminiscent of the last god the archangel had visited. “Have you decided to prostrate yourself to the mercy of your lessers now, feather-duster?”

“I see you have heard the news.” Gabe found himself replying as there was a crackling in the air before a third seating pillow materialized and the table shifted to a triangle between the two men and the open third position. He found himself looking between it and the American Trickster as Wisakedjak dropped his hand from the braid he had tugged at. “I... am here for a reason, and not for myself.”

“That old bag of feathers did mention something last month.” “Yes, Crow visited my lyubovnik and mentioned to him about your little girlfriend-” “Oh was it the one that the fairy hated? I did not realize-” “That is because you are the pretty face of us both, Jackie.”

“She’s not... That’s not what it is like, but yes. I’m sure Crow gave you a run down more efficiently than I have.” Gabe found himself gritting his teeth as he moved to sit in the spare cushion cautious that the shimmering he could see of the item might suddenly disappear or manifest something dreadful from the muskrat-fur wearing man. “It appears that-”

“Yes, yes, a human becomes demigod. It happens sometimes.” Whiskey cut over him sharply, a sharp glare still on his face in contrast to the friendly amusement and warmth from the other god. The pair always seemed at odds, always one amused and one responsible, but were a match that Gabriel had always found unsettling should they decide to unleash their trickery at the same time. “What is it to us though, angel? You should speak to her new people.”

Gabriel found himself biting down on a scowl as he leaned forward to pluck one of the sweets from the central bowl as the American Trickster had raised a curved, sharp eyebrow towards him. Shaking his head as he popped the candy in his mouth, he stared back with his own brow raised after a moment. “That would be why I’m here, Whiskey.”

“No Americans have been of our ilk since my love here, Gabriel.” Kutkh cut in quietly, his voice soft as the wind that brushy against and flapped the canvas of the tent, as he sliced a piece of the honey-soaked bread and held the plate towards the angel in a way that was far more familiar and friendly than he’d expected to receive from any of his old friends. “I doubt she is a new one. Perhaps you should seek out the other newcomers, perhaps you should talk to Flagg?”

“She’s one of you lot, Kutkh, and of everyone sending her to speak to Nyarlathotep is probably the worst possible suggestion.” He found himself snapping back, taking the offered treat but pinning the god with sharp look at the suggestion. Kutkh’s lips twisted into an amused grin, the wickedness bleeding through under the friendly look. “So I am here to get your assistance with-”

“Nicimos, I believe the lying angel wants something from us.” The American cut over the top of him, leaning across the table a little to take the other god’s drink from his hand, sipping from it rather than pouring his own. “I believe he thinks his little friend may need some kind of.. protection or help with meeting her own.”

“Jackie, that seems rude to assume wouldn’t you say?” “I thought so too. What is it about a group of Tricksters that would make one think we would be rude to our own?” “Especially a new one. If she, in fact, reaches our level.”

Gabe found himself sighing heavily watching the pair bouncing off of one another. They always did this, and it was always their own annoying pattern to do it. The only one more frustrating to deal with was Gwydion when he would bring his brother or be missing his brother, or anything to do with his brother or the topic of brothers, in general, was brought up. Rubbing at the bridge of his nose as he watched the pair communicate through looks - twitches of lips, rise of brows and jerks of heads - for a long moment as he sucked on the boiled sweet, the archangel felt the desire to sigh again bubbling up inside before the American gave a growl.

“Fine, nicimos, we shall help the Westerner.”

“You really do hold grudges for too long, Jackie. Perhaps your having a new friend will be good for your patience.” Kutkh shot back, a smirk curling upon his lips in a way that made Gabriel want to shudder. The Russian picked up one of the boiled maize desserts, squeezing the dark purple colored filling out with a grin. “After all, you will have another American to meet that isn’t that dog-man you loathe so much.”

“You promised not to bring that beast up for another fifty years, Kuttie.” Wisakedjak snapped back harshly, the fire in his eyes back but no longer directed towards the third of the group that felt somehow better for Gabriel’s luck and mission at that point. The god snarled back, crossing his arms before adding. “Though, I suppose we should get to her before that foul-”

“What he means to say, angel, is that we will assist. Crow shall tell you when we’re gathering to meet your.. friend.”

Gabriel found himself frowning a little as the Russian looked at him, a glint to his eye that made the archangel feel like either the words were the sincerest of the whole conversation or the most dangerous, before the other cut over the top, continuing his rage regarding his Southern counterpart. Taking the offer at face value and unwilling to stay seated for yet another rant about the antics of Coyote and Wisadjek’s complaints about the other god as he had suffered through over the centuries, Gabe found himself slowly rising and then slinking out of the yurt as Kutkh’s eyes followed him without moving his face from staring and nodding at the other man’s words.

As he stood outside the intricately decorated yurt, Gabriel found himself breathing in deeply to rid the sharp scent of smoke from his nose as well as to shake the electric feeling of the trickster’s energy from his shoulders. There was a moment, where he could still hear the rise and fall of the voices behind him, muted and softer than they’d ever sounded before he found himself disappearing before they could change their minds. Perhaps they were both still unhappy with his trickery, but at least it allowed three voices to be potentially supportive of the blonde when he finally decided to tell her what she was becoming.

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[mattzerella-sticks]

Festival Wear Me Down (DeanCas Coda to 13x18, AO3 link)

           “He’s where?”

           Cas sighs, turning the laptop around to better show Dean the screen. “In Southern California,” he says, “Or he will be, soon enough. Coachella doesn’t start for another week.”

           Dean looks from the website to his angel, blinking in response. He didn’t understand the words that had left Cas’s mouth. There were no clues as to what a ‘Coachella’ was, only pictures of young adults with too much money and time on their hands.

           “And you’re sure?” Dean asks, “How’d you find this out? Spell? Grace?”

           “No, actually,” Cas starts, tilting his head, “He, uh… he forgot to erase the browser history.”

           “You’re kidding,” Dean says. When his angel doesn’t speak up again, Dean accepts the fact. ‘For someone who doesn’t want to be found,’ Dean thinks, ‘he sure made it easy.’

           “Okay,” Dean says, “So… I take it we’re goin’ to this Coachella thing, right?”

           “It’s why I told you,” Cas says, brow raised, “Common courtesy for when you decide on a plan. I mean – imagine if I had just taken Sam and left you a note?”

           Dean blanches, flinching from Cas’s cool gaze. “Look, I’m sorry alright,” he says, shuffling, “How many times do I have to tell ya?”

           Cas shrugs. “Whenever I actually feel like accepting it.” Dean rolls his eyes, shifting his focus from his angel and back towards the laptop. He leans over and starts scrolling through the page.

           “So, what is this… Coachella?”

           “It appears to be some type of music festival,” Cas joins him, leaning over Dean’s shoulder. His hand rests a little farther up than usual, causing Dean’s skin to darken a shade deeper than regular. “I tried doing research… but the language on the sites I combed through made no sense – even to me. So I was going to call Claire in a bit, see if she could shed some further light on this. She seems to be the correct age as most of the attendees.”

           “This doesn’t look like music, Cas,” Dean grumbles, eyeing the list of acts he stumbled upon, “It just looks like the overproduced garbage that’s popular today… and Beyoncé.” He gapes when he reaches the ticket price. “Holy shit,” he curses, “What the hell?”

           “Yes, my apologies,” Cas says, “One of your credit cards is… no longer usable.” Dean glares at him. His angel doesn’t back down, and they match stares. It goes on longer than a beat, and Dean soon forgets why he locked eyes with Cas to begin with. The ire is replaced with a more familiar, heat. It spreads through Dean’s body.

           ‘I should look away,’ he thinks, ‘But we’ve been doing this for awhile? Maybe say something. Or would that be worse…’

           Sam saves him, the other Winchester walking in and carrying a stack of books. He drops the heavy tomes onto the table, startling the other men out of their spell. Sam squints at their near-identical looks of confusion.

           “What?”

           “No – nothing,” Dean says. He flushes, clears his throat and tears himself away from Cas (‘How close were we even standing?’). “I’m gonna go get ready,” he says, turning tail, “Cas – call Claire. Find out all you can.” Dean doesn’t stick around for a response, rounding the corner and sagging against the corridor. He knocks his head back against the wall, and closes his eyes. The cool stone does its best to cool the heat around his neck, but Dean still feels the hot blue fire of Cas’s eyes on him. As if the angel could see through walls.

           ‘Could he?’

           He distracts himself from those thoughts by listening in on the conversation in the other room.

           “Why do you have to call Claire?”

           “To see if she knows anything about Coachella –“

           “Coachella, why are we going there?”

           “I believe Gabriel will be attending the festivities.”

           “Ah, so we’ll be hunting.”

           “Do you know anything about this event, Sam?”

           “Not a lot,” a beat, “Just enough to know Dean’ll hate it.”

           “You know, I already got that impression.”

           Dean doesn’t wait around after that. Instead he strides back to his room, preferring to drown out the feeling of Sam and Cas talking about him with good music. At least get in some tunes before his ears bleed and he’ll never be able to listen to his songs again. Hopefully they find Gabriel within the first five minutes so he won’t have to suffer. Because between the archangel’s attitude, stuck-up kids with too much time and money on their hands, and the noise… Dean’s not sure he’ll make it out alive.

           “It’s a stupid concert, Dean,” he sighs, scrubbing a hand down his face, “You’ve faced down worst… maybe it’ll be good… maybe you won’t hate it?”

           “I hate it.”

           Dean pulls at the red-and-black poncho, the rough material sticking to his sweaty skin (‘Claire said I had to be shirtless under this thing?’). While focused on his outfit, he doesn’t see Sam sneak up behind and force something on his head. Dean yelps, turning around to stare at a smirking Sam.

           The younger Winchester seems to be in his natural habitat (‘Figures… the hippie.’). His long hair was pulled tight into a bun, a little too close to looking like a unicorn. He was wearing a short, brightly colored tank top and some seriously distressed cut-offs. Claire had sent back hearts when they texted her pictures of Sam’s outfit. Very different from the laughing emojis she used to respond to Dean and Cas’s choices.

           ‘Speaking of Cas…’

          ��His angel was watching him in fond amusement, eyes shaded nicely by the cap smothering his usually wild hair. Like Dean he, too, is bare-chested – only the front of his overall shorts covered some modesty from the roving eyes of the elder Winchester. That, combined with the heat, means Dean will definitely go through more than one bottle of water. Especially if one of Cas’s nipples slips out – again.

           “What did you put on my head?” Dean asks, snatching the soft hat from its place. He looks it over, frowning, considering it. Usually, he would have just dropped the item to the ground and carried on. But the wide-brim bolero reminded Dean of a modern cowboy – what he had been trying to go for when he chose his clothes. Claire, however, nixed the shirt he bought to wear underneath, so now every time he raised his arms his love handles would peek out. And his boots would have been perfect, too, except…

           “Watch where you’re steppin’,” Dean grumbles, pulling his toes out from under Cas’s shoes, “You can’t just stomp blindly next to a guy in flip flops!”

           “My apologies, Dean,” Cas says, “The line was moving forward.”

           Dean turns away, fixing the hat back onto his head and muttering under his breath, “Stupid teens… why drink so much so early?”

           “Anyway,” Sam cuts in, moving between them, “I think we should go over the game plan now.”

           “Are you sure?” Cas whispers to him, blue eyes darting around the crowd, “In front of all these people?”

           Sam looks around at the same people Cas is cautious about, smirking. “Trust me,” he tells him, “No one will be listening to us. Plus, we’re almost at the entrance. Once we’re in we need to be focused.” He pulls a few things from a small backpack and hands them out to Dean and Cas.

           “So look,” he says, “I was able to make these crystal sensors using some of Gabe’s grace residue as well as a spell from the archives. It should glow the closer we get to him, so keep these around your necks at all times.” The other men slip the leather cords around their necks, Dean fighting with his hat to get it on. “And these,” he continues, handing them handcuffs, “Cas helped me carve the sigils in. Should make it so he can’t fly away or use his grace.”

           “Really?” Dean asks, eyeing the set of cuffs Sam wears like a bracelet, “I just thought you were trying to set a trend?”

           The younger Winchester shrugs, “I made it easy for myself. You’re more than welcome to do the same.”

           “Thanks but no thanks,” Dean says, “I don’t want to look too kinky in public…”

           “Yet you wear that…”

           Dean tries to kick Sam’s shin in retaliation, but only further bruises his foot on Sam’s bony legs. He bites back a curse and just glares at his brother’s proud smirk. Cas, on the other hand, takes the handcuffs and zips them away in his fanny pack. The bright neon thing was as severe and over-the-top as the rainbow bandana Cas tied around his neck.

           “What?” Cas said when picking his accessories out, “I like the colors.”

           “Next!”

           Dean’s thoughts are broken as the attendee calls them forward; he pulls out his phone and flashes the bar code, only blushing slightly as the woman double takes at their appearance. They don’t stand their long, her pushing the trio along and towards her colleagues, who search their bags. Dean got to skip that part, but still had to get scanned. After a few close calls with a handsy guard, Team Free Will had made it into Coachella.

           And they were not impressed.

           “Christ,” Dean mutters, pulling his brim up to scan the crowd, “This does not look like anything I saw in the pictures.”

           Sam claps him on the shoulder, “Instagram is a hell of a drug.”

           “Where do we even begin?” Cas asks. Sam pulls out his phone, and clicks his way towards an image of the grounds. It’s been carved into three distinct areas, highlighted in red, green, and blue.

           “Okay, I’ll take the left,” Sam starts, pointing at the red area. He trails his finger towards the blue, “Cas, you search for him on the right. And Dean –“

           “Will go straight down the middle,” Dean finishes for him, “Got it, captain my captain.” He takes a step as if to start, only pausing when Sam grabs at his wrist. Dean turns and frowns at his brother’s ‘stern’ face.

           “If you see him, don’t engage,” Sam says, “Text us, and be as subtle as possible.”

           A group passes by them, each decked out in outrageous outfits drenched in gemstones and flowers and patterns. Dean shoots Sam a flat look, “I think I won’t be the one standing out here, Sam.” The younger Winchester rolls his eyes, but releases him, turning towards his own path. He watches him disappear into the crowd until even the little bun at the top of his head is out of sight. Dean shifts his eyes to Cas, aware of his angel’s eyes on him.

           “You gonna be good, Cas?” Dean asks, “Do I need to give you ‘the rules’?”

           Cas tilts his head, squinting, “Rules?”

           “Never take a stranger’s food, don’t take any joints from a guy named Don, oh,” Dean smirks, “And if a man says he’s lost his dog – don’t follow him to his van to look for it.” He laughs, but his angel doesn’t seem amused.

           “I can take care of myself, Dean,” he bristles, “And here’s my advice for you: if you think something looks dangerous – don’t go jumping into it without at least telling Sam and I. I’d also ask you to wait but you seem very incapable of that lately.” Dean’s smile falls, the blow landing just under the belt like Cas anticipated. His angel turns on his heel and stalks into another crowd – leaving Dean all alone.

           Dean pouts, but finally moves on from his spot. He doesn’t do well searching for the runaway archangel, however, his mind still reeling around another.

           ‘I can’t believe he’s still mad about this,’ Dean thinks, ‘Doesn’t he realize that if he had come, it would have been worse. Sam would have been left all alone with Asmodeus – Ketch no doubt would have fled at the first sign of smoke. And if he had came with… that bastard would be trapped with no way for us to get to him. Been trapped with angels who would kill him for being kind and humans who would kill him because of who he is! But the worse part… if he had been trapped there, I never would have forgiven myself…’ Dean stops, the thoughts settling at the bottom of his stomach. He thought he’d rid himself of those thoughts before he went into the rift – made peace with his reasoning. His state of mind proving only how wrong Dean was.

           ‘Why can’t he see that I did it to protect him,’ he thinks, ‘He should know!’ But Cas doesn’t know, because then he would have to tell him his thoughts, his arguments, his… feelings. And Dean has been trying (‘I have!’), but it’s not enough. He can see it in Cas’s eyes that his best still leaves his angel with cloudy eyes and a timid smile. If he was any good at that, Cas would know why he couldn’t wait for him because he would know –

           “Excuse me? Can you take our picture?”

           Dean blinks back into himself, looking down at a young woman with loose, blonde curls. She bats her eyes at him and wiggles her phone. He nods, unsure what his voice might sound like. The girl returns to her friends, each striking a different pose. Dean takes a few pictures before handing it back to her. They gather round and flick through the photos and giggling appreciatively, chirping about angles and filters. The original girl steps back up to him, “Hey, these were pretty good. You wanna join our squad?” Her smirk and the way her friends’ eyes are all tearing into him like vultures clues Dean into what they’re really after – and it’s not his photography skills.

           “Sorry, ladies,” Dean says, backing away, “I’m really looking for my friend –“

           “We can help,” she says, stepping closer into his personal space, “Unless… you mean one of us –“

           “You’renotreallymytype,” Dean rushes out, coughing, “Yeah, sorry but I, I have to go.”

           She’s disappointed, but understanding, “Okay. Hope you find your friend then…” Her and her friends leave, Dean sagging with relief.

           ‘You and me both, lady,’ Dean thinks, ‘You and me both.’ He takes a swig of the canteen he wears, strapped to his side, and then one from the flask tucked into his waistband. Hopefully his thoughts stay focused on the mission and don’t drift further down the drain like they were before. Otherwise Dean was going to be parched.

           “Who charges twenty dollars for water?”

           Dean shot the cashier a dirty look and stomped his way off the line – the plastic flapping of his cheap flip-flops making his exit less threatening than he would have liked. He stalked over to a clear patch of dirt and sunk into the grass.

           Above him, the sun was nearly three quarters of the way done with its path. But the late afternoon sunlight was still strong, and the close bodies and the walking only further served to make him lose water rather than retain it. His canteen was bone dry, and his pride kept him from giving in to festival prices.

           ‘We’ve already blown so much of our credit on this hunt,’ Dean thinks, ‘I’m not spending any more unless it’s reasonable.’

           He leans further back, resting his elbows on the ground and stretching out his legs. Dean grimaces at his surroundings. From his place on the ground, he spies all the wonders of ‘Coachella’.

           In clear view of a cluster of port-o-potties, probably over fifty people wait in line for the bathroom. And standing downwind of it, Dean can tell that the outhouses have seen some shit. (‘Pun intended.’) If Dean were a lesser man, he’d find a different spot. But he’s tired, and he’s smelt worse things in his life than kale farts.

           Dean can also make out a few stages, where kids crowd around stringy haired beanpoles that just press a button. These idiots will listen to just about anything – he was sure someone played a yodeler that was remixed to hell and back. And the crowd went wild.

           ‘Maybe we should let Michael loose,’ Dean thinks, glaring at another group of men parading around in short, pastel onesies (‘How do you even pee in that?’).

           Feeling his phone vibrating in his pocket, Dean paused his judgment to check. It was a message from Sam:

           MOOSE: I don’t think I’ve found him yet. But I am having a serious problem blending in.

           Dean, curious, typed back for more info. Sam’s response was a quick picture of at least twenty girls, all discreetly watching him from various angles.

           MOOSE: I have a fan base.

           Dean laughs, typing away probably the most fun he’s had stepping into this place.

           DEAN: Watch out, they might think you’re the new Manson.

           He switches over to Cas’s messages just as Sam shoots him the middle finger. He taps at the buttons, a softer smile overtaking his face as he sends his message.

           DEAN: Any news, Cas?

           It’s awhile before Cas responds. Dean bides his time by searching the web, kicking his flip-flops on and off, and taking pictures of the funniest-looking people for his comedic spank bank. He’s just about to snap a great one of a girl with the president painted lewdly across her chest and back when Cas’s message pops up.

           ANGEL: Thought I saw him, but was just someone else.

           ANGEL: Also it is impolite to ask people if they are porn stars.

           ANGEL: I figured that would help, seeing as Gabriel is most likely where porn stars are.

           ANGEL: I didn’t get any help – all I got were slaps.

           Dean throws his head back and laughs, dropping his phone to his stomach. He laughs so long and hard; his stomach clenches and tears prick at the corners of his eyes. Picturing it sends him into an even more intense fit of giggles. Cas walking up to a girl, asking her if she was a porn star, and then getting slapped. Him watching as she storms off, rubbing at his cheek – not to sooth the pain, but to ground his thoughts as he wonders what he did wrong. His big blue eyes turning downward like a dog in an ASPCA commercial.

           ‘I needed that.’

           DEAN: Nothing that exciting on my end. I’ll keep it in mind, though.

           ANGEL: Should we regroup?

           DEAN: Did you ask Sam?

           ANGEL: He agreed. We’re making our way over to your area. Where are you?

           DEAN: Near a few stands and port-o-johns. So, surrounded by crap.

           ANGEL: Hopefully you’ll still be there by the time we get back ;)

           Any and all mirth Dean might have been feeling in the moment dries up like a kiddie pool in the sun. He puts the phone away instead of responding to Cas’s ‘dumb text and damned smirk emoji’. Not even any of the losers that pass him by bring a smile to his face. And he sees some chick wearing the smallest of sunglasses that look as ridiculous as her overly baggy pants.

           Dean tugs the crystal off his neck and holds it up, frowning at the pinkish bauble. For all the hours he’s been here, it hasn’t glowed at all. Only now does it seem to take on a sort of hue, and that’s probably because of how the sun hits it.

           “Water, man?”

           Dean looks up to where a smallish man peers down at him, smiling. His hair is tied up in one long ponytail, and he’s covered in a scraggly beard. The guy must have been out there for a while, his white linen pants clearly dirty and covered in hand prints. Behind him is a small cooler, the words ‘WATER $5’ typed out on a piece of computer paper.

           ‘Sketchy,’ Dean thinks, ‘But probably the cheapest thing I’ll find out here.’ Dean leans just enough to tug his wallet out and slips the man a fiver, happily taking the cool bottle. It slips a bit, the heavy condensation drenching Dean’s palm.

           “You enjoy yourself out here,” the guy waves goodbye, “Don’t take things so seriously!” The little cooler trails sadly behind him as he disappears.

           Dean rolls his eyes, “It sure is…” Dean passes the bottle between his hands for a few seconds before opening it. When he does sip from it, he nearly cries from sweet relief. It was the perfect temperature, although tasted a bit too sweet for water. He didn’t care nor think too closely, instead guzzling the drink as fast as he could until there was nothing left of the plastic.

           He gasps, wiping away the residue near his mouth. The bottle falls to the ground, rolling a bit away. Dean doesn’t care; too sated by how quickly his thirst was quenched.

           ‘It’ll be awhile before they find me,’ Dean thinks, ‘I wonder if that guy could swing back again?’

           Before Dean goes searching, however, he gets distracted. His fingernails start shifting in colors, and his mind wanders as the pink turns to green turns to blue turns to red.

           ‘So pretty…’

           Cas happens upon the brothers in an odd state. Sam is struggling to keep Dean upright, the elder Winchester swinging round and round with glassy eyes and a bright smile on his face.

           “Is everything alright?”

           The brothers turn, and Dean leaps from Sam’s arms towards Cas. The angel catches Dean with a split-second to spare before he could fall to the ground. He notices a few things about Dean. His poncho has twisted itself, exposing more of Dean’s stomach, his jeans have a few new stains on them, and he seems to have lost his flip-flops.

           ‘No wait,’ he thinks, ‘They’re in Sam’s hands.’ Sam walks over, irritation painted clearly across his face. But Sam will have to wait, as Dean bounces up and down in Cas’s arms.

           “Cassss,” Dean slurs, “did’you… d’you know your eyes’s sparkle?”

           “What?”

           “Like sapphires,” Dean gapes at him, stretching his own eyes wide with his fingers, “Really big blue ones. Sparkle and shine… shiny shiny shiny…” he trails off, staring deeper than usual into his eyes. For once, Cas feels uncomfortable. But when he tries to pull away, Dean pitches a whine at the back of his throat, forcing him back.

           “Is he,” Cas starts, “Is he… okay?”

           “Does he look okay?”

           “Good point,” he says, “Do you know what happened?”

           “No,” Sam sighs, walking closer, “When I got here, he was full-on starfish staring up at the sky. When I asked what he was doing, he said he was watching the music –“

           “I was, Ssssammy!” Dean giggles, “It sucks, but it looks so pretty… like Cas’s eyes,” he leans in closer – nose to nose – “Not as pretty, but pretty, y’know?”

           “And then when I tried pulling him up he started flinging his limbs around,” Sam continues, “Trying to dance.”

           “Is he drunk?”

           “No,” Sam sighs, holding another object closer for Cas to inspect, “But I did find this.” He lifts an empty, plastic water bottle – crushed, probably by Dean in his frantic movements – towards Cas. The angel reaches for it, bringing it up to inspect. Cas can’t smell anything in it, so he tries a taste. A single drop snakes its way towards his mouth, and when it touches his tongue, he immediately knows what’s wrong.

           “He’s been drugged,” Cas growls, chucking the bottle away as if he’s been burned, “I could taste it – very close but not exactly like the drug you call ‘lysergic acid diethylamide’.”

           “Lysergic acid…” Sam thinks, groaning when his brain puts it together, “LSD? He took acid?”

           “A very strong dose,” Cas continues, watching Dean as his glazed eyes follow Cas’s lips – probably not understanding a single word, “And he warned me about not taking anything from strangers…”

           “Alright, this is bad…” Sam starts, “We can’t babysit him and search for Gabriel…” Sam looks off into the crowd, then up at the rapidly fading sunlight. Cas knows the younger Winchester is weighing his options – trying to decide between them.

           ‘Too bad we don’t have time for ‘between’,’ Cas sighs, hefting Dean higher up to where he’s almost standing.

           “Sam,” he says, “Go. I’ll look after Dean, you do another quick search – we’ll be here, and I’ll let you know if I see anything.” He doesn’t thank Cas, but his eyes shine with gratitude enough. Sam passes Dean’s shoes to his free hand, and wishes his brother a fond goodbye, like a parent would give their child. The older Winchester nods.

           “G’bye Sammy,” he says, “’N go cut your hair… s’too long… gonna trip over it.” Dean’s hand pets where he thinks Sam hair must be, which ironically is his thigh. Sam sighs and walks away, muttering under his breath.

           Cas turns back to his hunter, “Would you like to sit?” Dean scrunches his face in confusion, the words no doubt fighting for acknowledgment. But it gets across, because he nods before his legs give out beneath him. Cas has to guide him down. They end up sitting very intimately, with him practically cradling Dean, his hunter’s back to his chest. Dean thinks nothing of it, snuggling up against him. Cas wills parts of himself to stay strong.

           “Thanks, Cas…”

           “For what?”

           “For lookin’ after me,” Dean starts, “You’re always ssssoooo good at it… I ‘preciate it, really.”

           A warm smile blossoms on Cas’s face, and he’s glad Dean can’t see the blush slowly creeping up it. “You have no need to thank me, Dean,” Cas says, “I like looking after you.”

           “S’that why you were mad?” he asks, “’Bout me goin’ to th’other world? ‘Cuz you couldn’t look after me?”

           The memory woefully crushes the moment before it could fully bloom. The warmth stops, and is followed by an icy chill at the memories. “No,” Cas sighs, “There was… there was more to it than that…”

           “Oh no,” Dean giggles, “I said somethin’ wrong!” He reaches a hand out, waving it, “Yer wings are all tense… that’s no good. Stupid Dean… always gettin’ yer words wrong.” Cas stares at him, wide-eyed.

           “You can… you can see my wings?”

           “Course,” Dean sighs, “This shit’sposed to ‘open yer mind’ and ‘bring awareness’. Lotsa people see things they shouldn’t see – like around your head.” He twists, craning his neck around to gaze at Cas, “Iss sparkly, but different from your eyes. There ain’t just blue up there… but red, yellow, orange, green, and violet… even indigo! But they said indigo is basically violet, but I don’t buy that. Do you?” He looks back around, playing with his poncho.

           Cas watches Dean, concerned but also amazed. He’s never seen his hunter this innocent, but still so perceptive. It was like he was a child, wide-eyed and saying whatever came to mind. Satisfied with the simplest of things like tassels or the warm weight of Cas behind him.

           “Hey Cas,” Dean starts, “Can I tell you something?” He glances back, “But you gotta promise ta keep it a seeeeeecret!”

           He smiles, “You can tell me anything, Dean –“

           “Promise!”

           “I… I promise.”

           Dean nods, turning his focus back to his clothing. “I think I like you,” he says, “No… that’s wrong. I know I like you… like – a lot a lot.” Cas’s breath hitches, but Dean carries on, “And I’ve been thinkin’ – cause all I can do is think – and I don’t remember ever saying those words aloud: definitely not to you, but also never out loud in general, like when I was by myself. I was always scared I s’posed, but of what? You clearly like me back, other people’s opinions don’t matter ‘cept Sammy’s – and he wouldn’t care – plus, my ol’ man’s not makin’ an appearance anytime soon. He’s too busy fightin’ zombies to come back to life… anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, nothin’s keepin’ us from not being together but… us?”

           “And that’s dumb because we should be happy. Because things work out in the end even if we have to go through a lot. But sometimes places and ideas can be stronger than happy. Like… apocalypse ‘verse. That place is just a void – like… Empty. Here there’s so much life and so much color and voices… over there it’s quiet and gray. And when I think of emptiness, I think of you ‘n’ me. ‘Cuz you were stuck in the Empty, and that’s all I felt when you were gone. It made me feel… icky.” Dean scrunches his face up, turning back to find Cas’s eyes. He twines his fingers with Cas’s. “You stop the ickiness. It’s like, even when you don’t try, your grace just searches for my soul and lights it all up – pulling me into a high of its own. Your star stuff and my salt-o-the-earth soul combine and we climb up – past Heaven to somewhere even greater. And when your gone I’m here… but everything is muted, and I can’t understand why.”

           Cas knows he’s crying. But he doesn’t want this to end – even if this was all a drug-induced state, Dean speaks to Cas’s heart everything he’s been wondering as well. His words soothe the hurt left over from his previous actions, and he understands his hunter a bit more.

           “I don’t think I’m gonna remember any o’this later, Cas,” Dean admits, “Maybe bits ‘n’ pieces… but the fear is still gonna be there. It’s gonna be strong, and it’s gonna hold me back. I can feel them – like chains. They’re slithering like snakes, and usually that should turn any trip into a bad one. But I’m not scared o’them. I’m not scared because you’re here. You broke me free of chains once before and you can do it again.”

           “But that’s so serious,” Dean frowns, “And the guy said I shouldn’t take things so seriously. Which he’s right… that thinkin’ only got me in trouble. Ma and Jack and Charlie and even Ketch need me to keep a levellllll head. Gabriel walkin’ away wasn’t a failure, just a setback. But we’ve handled those in the past… and they only turn into failures when we let them. ‘N we’re too stubborn for that to happen. ‘M not gonna fail anyone ever again… I’m a hero. Billie said so…” He snuggles in deeper to Cas, sinking so his knees rest on Cas’s thighs, hat pushed off his head and into his lap. “’M thirsty again,” he tugs out the crystal that he shoved into his pocket earlier. Dean swings it around, “Wonder where that guy is?”

           “Dean?” Cas asks, “What are you doing?”

           “Last time the guy showed up, this glowed,” Dean giggles, “Pretty sure it did. Wanna see if it does it again.” Cas’s smile falls, and he reaches for Dean’s face, forcing his gaze from the crystal to him.

           “Dean, your crystal – it glowed?”

           “Yeah,” Dean says, “Which was weird… didn’t look like Gabriel. Looked like ev’ryone else here!”

           Cas releases him, letting his hunter play with the crystal, bouncing it from the leather cord and making it dance.

           ‘How much of what he said was true,’ Cas thinks, ‘If he saw the crystal… then he wouldn’t have drank the water. But if that wasn’t… then was anything he said?’ He looks at his hunter once more, taking in his bright eyes and childish laughter and his beautiful freckles. Cas smiles, ‘No… everything he’s said was truthful – his truth. I don’t need to doubt… but I should call Sam.’

           Cas pulls out his phone, calling the other Winchester and filling him in on what Dean told him – well, only the part about Gabriel. Dean starts tossing and turning, going “You promised!” Cas hushes him, covering the mouthpiece, “I’m keeping my promise – everything else stays between us.”

           Dean eyes him for a beat, but shrugs and leans up to pant a kiss on Cas’s jaw. The angel nearly drops his phone. He stutters through the call with Sam, promising to meet him at the gate. Hanging up, Cas stares at Dean. His hunter meets his stare, brow raised.

           “What?”

           “What was that for?”

           “What was what for?”

           “…The kiss.”

           Dean shrugs, “I wanted to kiss you? Not a lot behind kissing someone, Cas. I felt a deep affection for you and wanted to express it. It sucks holding everything in… sometimes you just gotta let the love out…”

           Cas huffs a laugh, agreeing with him. “Come on,” he sighs, “we’ve gotta go.”

           “Nnnnooooo!”

           “Dean,” Cas says, “We need to go. Let you ride the remainder of your induced state somewhere safe.”

           “But you’re here!”

           “And Sam?”

           Dean considers this, tapping his finger to his chin. He sighs, finding no argument with Cas’s logic. Cas watches his hunter pull himself up, like a newborn fawn in springtime. His steps are tentative and light – at times downright skipping – but he makes great time.

           Dean’s hand still glued to Cas’s… that’s a bonus.

           Dean opens a bleary eye, only to scrunch it closed once the sunlight hits. He has a headache, his body hurts, and there’s sand everywhere. “Who put the beach on my bed?” he asks, mouth stuffed with cotton.

           “More like why make your bed… the beach?”

           He startles, gaping at his angel sitting next to him. Cas stares out at the ocean, smiling, still in his outfit from yesterday save the boots that lay on the other side of him. The angel looks away from the water and down at Dean, smiling, “Sleep okay?”

           “I don’t… I don’t remember,” Dean admits, “Anything. What… where are we? Where’s Sam?”

           “Well,” Cas starts, “After we left Coachella, you demanded Sam drive us to the beach. From there, you proceeded to walk in the waves and discuss the importance and the insignificance of a grain of sand. By that point, Sam retired to the Impala.” Cas looks back, smirking. Dean follows his gaze, seeing his brother’s long legs sticking out from the open car door.

           Dean turns back to Cas, “Why would I be talking about sand?”

           “Probably because you were under the influence of drugs my brother tricked you into drinking.”

           The information slowly sinks into Dean’s awareness like quicksand. But the words’ meaning strings together quickly, and the hunter jumps up in fury. “Gabriel roofied me?”

           “No, not Rohypnol,” Cas corrects him, “Sam called it ‘acid’.” The anxiety lessens, but not by much.

           “Of course,” Dean rolls his eyes, “Like that’s so much better. The hippie drug at millennial Woodstock – what could be more fitting?” He plops back onto the sand, breathing his frustration out, digging his toes into the sand and wringing his fingers together.

           “Did I,” Dean starts, quiet, on unsure footing, “Did I do or… or say anything embarrassing?”

           “A few things,” Cas admits, eyes trained on the cresting waves, “But I don’t think anyone noticed or cared. You were one of many under the influence that day.” Dean’s chest sags, spine curving in on himself.

           “D’you… d’you remember anything I said?”

           “Most of it,” Cas smiles, eyes twinkling in the early morning twilight, “But I promised someone I’d keep it a secret…”

           Dean gawks at him. His surprise morphs back into annoyance soon enough, “Cas! Seriously?”

           “What?”

           “Just tell me!”

           “I made a promise –“

           “Obviously to me –“

           “Who said it was to you?”

           “Cas –“ Dean trails off, quieted by Cas leaning forward and planting a quick kiss to the corner of Dean’s lips. He pulls back, frightened and a bit… ‘hopeful?’ He shakes his head, breaking the spell. “What?” he asks, “What was that for?”

           His angel tilts his head, “What was what for?”

           “The kiss!”

           “Ah, the kiss,” Cas smirks, “It was because I was feeling affection for you, and wanted to show it. I believe it was you who told me that we ‘gotta let love out’…” Dean looks down, finding his feet more interesting than the knowing glint in Cas’s eyes. His angel just watches him, Dean can feel his gaze washing over him.

           “So,” Dean clears his throat, “So… Gabe probably high-tailed it out of here… knowing we’re here and all.”

           Cas shrugs, “That he probably did.”

           “Should we… I don’t know,” Dean says, “Go home?”

           “We could,” Cas says, “Or…”

           “Or…?”

           “I mean, those tickets were expensive… and Beyoncé performs tonight,” Cas argues weakly, smiling, “I’m sure spending another day here wouldn’t hurt. In the end everything will work itself out. And as long as we don’t give up… well, I think that gives us the right to enjoy a day off. Don’t you think?”

           Dean should argue with him. Tell Cas he’s crazy if he thinks they deserve a break now when all they should be doing is trying the next generational party or porn convention, searching for Gabriel. That ‘days off’ are for when everyone is back in their own universe with Michael and Lucifer’s charred corpses keeping each other company in a ditch.

           But he doesn’t. Instead, Dean feels a sort of clarity. Like in his drug-addled state, he managed to come to an epiphany – one that he doesn’t remember and Cas won’t tell him. And it should feel weird, not knowing if something life changing happened last night… but he feels better than he ever felt. He’s not sure if it’s because he’s still tripping or because of the way Cas looks at him – Dean assumes the latter because that seems more right.

           Dean claps Cas on the shoulder, “Yeah… yeah, another day won’t kill us. Besides, if Michael does wind up makin’ his way over here, at least I can say I’ve seen her perform live before I die. But…”

           “But…?”

           “Could we sit here a bit longer?” Dean asks him, blushing, “S’nice is all…”

           Cas’s smile grows even fonder. He pulls Dean’s hand off him and holds it in his hands. “I’d love that, Dean.”

           They watch the sun rise, just like that.

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Guns and Golden Wings part 7

First off. This is my first fanfic and first time using tumblr.  I do not own anything in this except the plot. Disclaimer mentions of torture/blood and swear words. please enjoy!

One week later

   You and Gabe over the past week had become inseparable. Dean didn't like it one bit, but you didn't care, you were happy. One day Dean called you in “Hey y/n, we want you to join us on a hunt. Pack some clothes including a dress and put them in the car.” You nodded and went to pack. Gabe soon joined you. “Sup sweetheart” he walked over and gave you a kiss. “Whatcha doing?” You looked at him “ packing.” You said matter-of-factly. “For?” He asked. “I'm going on a hunt with the boys.” You replied focusing on your packing. You looked to gabe he looked worried. You smiled sweetly. “Want to join us?” He nodded “then go pack feathers!” You called. He left and you were alone with your packing. Shit. I don't have any dresses. You thought to yourself. You heard a knock at the door and went and opened it. Gabe was standing there holding a small suitcase. You cocked an eyebrow. “Really? That's it?” He opened it grinning and you saw it was filled with candy. You rolled your eyes and laughed. Figures gabe would only pack sweets. You finished throwing clothes in your suitcase and met Sam, Dean and Gabe near the stairs. The boys put your stuff in the car and got in. You followed and patted the seat as a gesture to Gabe to get in. He got in the car in spite of Dean. And you were on your way. The case was in South Dakota so it was a long drive, for you, but fortunately Gabe was there to entertain you. At first you shared jokes and played games with him but after a while you fell asleep on his lap. You had another dream. All this time the dreams never stopped but they stopped freaking you out as bad, but this dream was different. You were alone at a motel. You heard a small knock at the door and opened it to see the yellow eyed demon. You screamed and scurried away. He walked forward with a Evil grin on his face and grabbed you by the throat. You tried desperately to get away but it was all in vain. You heard Gabes voice come from the doorway and felt a glimmer of hope “let go of the girl.” Yellow eyes looked at him, smiled and snapped his fingers. Gabe doubled over, coughing. He moved his hand from his mouth and there was blood on it. You and Gabe stared in disbelief, bit then he doubled over again. The demon looked at you “y/n this is what will happen if you stay with those imbeciles! You will lose everything and everyone. That's when I will come. When you are so broken and destroyed that you will never revolt again!” Gabe coughed really hard and you stared at him in horror as slowly and painfully he coughed out his intestines and died there on the ground. The demon dragged you away. Tears were streaming down your face. You didn't even get to say goodbye or tell him how much you loved him. You sat up with a jolt. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. It was just a dream. You had to keep telling yourself that. Then you realized that you were alone in the car. Panic flooded your body when the door behind you opened. You whipped around to see Gabes sweet face and mischievous smile. “Glad your awake sugar. We are here.” He nodded his head toward the motel. You nodded and got up, still shaken by the dream and Gabe noticed. “You okay sugar?” He asked with concern in his voice “it felt so real.” You mumbled. “What felt so real?” He questioned. You looked back at him and he understood. “Another nightmare?” You nodded and looked down. “Want to talk about it? The boys got two rooms, so I could help you unpack.” Gabe offered. You agreed and you both went inside. You got your key from the boys and you and Gabe walked to your room. It was decent. It had two queen size beds and a bathroom, mini fridge, desk, and a couple of lamps next to the bed. You placed your stuff on a bed and Gabe put his stuff on the other one. Gabe patted the bed and you sat down next to him. He put his arm around you and said “ok tell me about the dreams.” You sighed “ The first dream I woke up in a dark room I found a door and went through. I got blinded by the light on the other side and when my eyes adjusted I saw Sam lying there in a pool of his own blood, throat ripped out. I looked a little farther and saw Cas dead in Dean's arms. Dean then took out his gun and killed himself. I ran and tripped over something and when I turned back it was you, that was the worst one, then the yellow eyed demon came and told me it was my fault that they were all dead and that I should go back with him. Then I woke up. The Second dream I woke up in my old Cell. When I looked around I saw you, beaten and bloody worse than I had ever seen you. Then a demon came in. I thought it was to drain my blood like they normally did but he didn't. He walked over to you and started cutting and cutting. I begged him to stop and he did then pushed the blade deep in your stomach and you died.  The dreams mostly stayed like this, but the dream I just had was different. I was alone in a motel room and there was a knock at the door. It was the yellow eyed demon he grabbed me by the throat. You then came and told him to let me go but then he snapped his fingers and you fell over and started to cough up blood. Soon you had coughed up your insides and died. I-” your voice broke “ I didn't even get to say goodbye or tell you how much I- you meant to me.” He held you close. “Hey sweetie I am not going anywhere, no one is. There is nothing to worry about ok?” You nodded and held him close. 

      Dean knocked on your door “y/n you should start getting ready, put your dress on we are going to a...gala”. Once you figured he was out of earshot you started talking. “Oh shit I am so screwed. I don't have a dress! What do I do gabe!” He looked you up and down. “ I could help.” You nodded and he snapped his fingers. You were wearing a red dress you gasped at the lovely dress and looked in the mirror your hair was in a bun and two strands were cascading down your shoulders the bun was being held by pearls and diamonds. Gabe looked at you “no that dress won't do the hair looks good but the dress is kinda eh” you made an odd face. Was he crazy? This dress was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen. He snapped again and you were in a different dress but your hair was the same the dress was a purplish color. You stared at the beautiful gown but gabe frowned and snapped again and you were in a different dress. He snapped about 5 or 6 more times until he settled on a dress. It was gorgeous and Gabe smiled “it brings out your eyes. And it matches my outfit! So that's a perk!” You cocked an eyebrow and he snapped. He was now wearing a midnight blue tux.He looked incredibly handsome. He held out his arm “m’lady our limo to the gala awaits.” You took his arm and you both walked out and saw Sam and Dean in their fake FBI suits. Sam's eyes widened and Dean's mouth dropped when they saw you. “There's no way that's fitting in baby.” Deans said Gabe smirked and said “Us? Take that car? To a gala? Please Dean, I have way more class than that!” He turned to you “shall we?” You followed him out and to the boys amazement you and Gabe got in the limo parked outside. Gabe rolled down the window and looked to the boys “sorry dean-o, no room for you 2” then the limo drove away. You looked to Gabe “we could've taken them” he answered “I know but then we would get no alone time.” He gave you a smile that made your insides melt and you looked at him and he looked at you. His eyes were so beautiful. The car parked and you both got out. He took your hand and kissed It. Then you both went inside, and directly the bar. You and Gabe were seated for but 5 minutes when you heard a man call out “gabriel!? Why you son of a bitch! I haven't seen you since the renaissance!” You turned to see a man with blond hair walkover to you and Gabe. You cocked an eyebrow at Gabe and he sighed. “ Hey Balthazar, how has it been?” Balthazar walked over and gave Gabriel a hug. He then turned to you. He took your hand and brought it to his lips. “And who might this lovely flower be?” Gabe sighed again “Balthazar this is y/n Winchester. Y/N this is my brother Balthazar ” Balthazar's eyes widened. “How in hell did you get her away from her brothers!?” He laughed. You smiled “Feathers here whisked me away.” You said causing Gabe to smile and Balthazar’s jaw to drop. You looked to gabe “hey feathers, why don't you go get us all some drinks.” Gabe nodded and walked away. You turned to look to Balthazar, whose jaw was still dropped. You laughed “what?” He took a moment then answered. “If anyone ever talked to my brother that way he would smite them so fast. But you. You are different. I think he really cares about you. Like REALLY cares.” You let that sink in and Gabe returned with some drinks. When you had finished your drinks Gabe held out a hand “May I have this dance m’lady?” You laughed and took his hand as he whisked you away on the dance floor. As you were dancing you spotted your brothers. You pulled out your phone from the pocket (yes your dress had pockets!) and took a picture of them. You sent it to them and watched Dean's face as he looked at the picture then Sam's face when Dean showed him the picture. The look on his face was priceless and caused you to laugh a little “Why are you laughing sugar?” you showed him the picture and said “just messing with my brothers.” Gabe took your phone. “Want to really mess with them?” He asked with a mischievous grin. You nodded and he went to take a selfie of you and him. You smiled and at the last moment right before he took the picture he kissed you. When you both pulled away he asked “should I send it?” You nodded and he clicked send. You hugged him and said that you would meet him at the barge nodded and you were able to find Sam and Dean as they looked at the picture. “I'll kill him!” You heard Dean say, it kinda made you laugh seeing him so angry at one simple kiss. You sent a text to the boys telling them to meet you at the bar. You went and found Gabe having another drink. You sat down next to him. “Gabe?” He looked up “what's up sugar?” He smiled “can I ask you a question?” He nodded and you could see the concern in his eyes “what are we?” You asked. He looked at you and his eyes were serious “we are whatever you want us to be.” You smiled slightly “ Gabriel. I know I'm not the prettiest or the smartest I'm definitely not the nicest girl and I know if you wanted you could probably bang any of these people, but will you be my boyfriend?” He smiled and put his hands on your waist. He picked you up and twirled you around once you were on your feet again he said “Hells yeah sugar! I will always be yours.” He kissed you and you hugged him and all felt right. Your lips parted and just then the boys ran over. “Vamps on the move. Sams gonna follow it and corner it in an alley we will go behind and trap it. Ok?” You nodded and left with Gabe. He snapped when you had left the gala and you both were in your normal clothes. You grabbed your machete and ran for the alley; you both cornered the vamp and went home. 

[kaywritesthings]

God and country 4

clyde kissed his lips. "Oh yes, lets get tubes. Less workout with tubes." He giggled. HE went up to get tubes and came back with two. Heather and the girls joined them. After about 40 minutes everyone got out to switch over to the lazy river.

Gabe: Gabe laughed softly. "I don't know what I'm going to have for breakfast yet, honey, what do you want to have for breakfast," he sent back and then felt his eyes widen in shock when he saw the boyfriend pillow Clyde had made. He wasn't sure if he should find that creepy or adorable, so he figured it was something in between. "No, honey, no clubs. I don't even like clubs. I'm just going out to dinner with my married client," he promised. Gabe looked up at Foster and smiled. "I know. He is." He said fondly and laughed gently. "I'm sure she's great," Gabe said and shook Foster's hand. "I guess I'll see you there tonight."

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Clyde: Clyde didnt like that he was having dinner with a client, but he figured it was ok. the man or woman was married.He hoped woman. He decided to go out and buy a new phone. He kept his number. He loved it, then realize he was being selfish and bought his friend one too and then he bought Gabe gifts, he bought him new suits to wear and pajamas that matched his. He found out where his office was and orderd flowers. Heather helped him. He had roses sent to his office. "I miss you. xoxoxoxxoxooxoxo." He wrote. He had to work, so he put the card away in the room and went to work. He was on night shift. He had a few people hit on him. He had no idea why he was getting a lot of people on him now. Maybe when you were taken, it made one feel more attractive.

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Gabe: Gabe discussed a few more things with Foster before they parted ways, and then he headed back to his apartment really fast to change and take a quick nap before going back to the office and really working the case. He fell into the hard work and felt time passing, and didn't really look up until he saw some roses being brought in. He smiled up at them and took a break to text Clyde really fast. "The roses are beauitful. Thank you, honey. XO" He ordered some food into the office, arragned some meetings for the next day and then went down to the theatre.

Clyde: Clyde missed him a lot. He tried not to. He wonderd if he should ask a couple days off and go see Gabe! That would be a nice surprise and he really wanted to see NYC. He asked his boss and she said yes quickly. He squealed, but had no idea how to order plane tickets, so heather helped him. He worried about his dragon, but heather said she would take care of it. He wondered if Gabe would like this surprise or not. He was a little scared, the airport was big. He put on nice clothes and got his hair done cute and shaggy. He didnt know Gabes apartment or place. He called the office and got someoen named jackson to give him the office address. He wrote it on a piece of paper. Foster greeted him. He took him backstage to meet Hedwig. "She's very famous I guess in some groups. I take it you dont do a lotof theatre? I didnt either until her. HONEY! Are you here? Oh crap, I need to buy her roses. I do it ever show.. Hold on." He pushed an app and abutton and they sent it right away. He needed to put them bak on a time schdule.

Clyde: {also i have an altermative one wher ehe doesnt go to nyc HAAH if you wnt to wait i want to see your ideas too)

Clyde: Clyde sighed and mised him a lot. He worked all evening and went to eat at a salad buffett since he felt he was getting kinda fat. He smiled when he got the text abot the roses he put a xoxo in the text. He didnt want to be too annoying. He laid on his bed with four other girls and watched a movie before they ordered frinks and turned on music

Gabe: Gabe put his phone on silent and stepped into the theatre with Foster. It seemed like a nice place, and he could see why Foster wanted to save it. It seemed to be pretty poplar too, by the amount of people streaming in. He waited for Foster's wife to come out of the dressing room, not wanting to intrude. When she did poke her head out, in full make up and a dressing gown, she looked him over and narrowed her eyes. "So you're the fat Jew everyone tells me about," she said finally. "I told everyone I wanted a fat Jew to do all of that...legal shit," she said vaguely making a gesture into the air. "I told my ex husband he should go into something Jew-y and make us more money but he refused. Impossible man." Hedwig went back into her room and stared to dress. "You can stare if you like, honey, but maybe you should go get a seat for the real show."

Clyde: "Ah k. Yeah, that's my wife. Sorry she's... she's very vocal and pretty!"He yelled. His son ran from for hedwig and hugged her leg. "Can I wear make up?" He asked her. He wanted hedwig to pick him up. "If you cant be fabouluos, than get out of my face!" He rehearshed. Foster sighed. he took him out of the room and into a seat. "Well the court thing is tomorrow, but tonight enjoy. Her show has a good story if she tells it, sometimes she just wants to insult peopl for an hour and sing. " He warned Gabe. Clyde got off the plane and was scared, he went to gabes office, everything was so overwhelming. He didnt know what to do and cried a couple of times from excitement and fear. He sent Gabe a text. "Where are you?"

Gabe: Gabe didn't really know what to say and just sort of nodded a little, giving Hedwig a tense sort of smile. Foster wasn't kidding. She was really...something. It was cute to see her with a kid though. Something about her almost softened immediately and she reached down and picked him up, setting him down on the vanity. "Of course, my little honey bee," she cooed and smiled. "You look so pretty when you let Hedwig do your makeup," she said and sat down to start doing it, laughing to herself. Gabe let Foster show him to a seat and nodded. "Thank you. I'm sure the show will be great." Gabe checked his phone one more time before turning it off for good and saw the text from Clyde. "I'm seeing my client's show downtown," he typed back quickly. "Aren't you at work, honey? I promise I'll call you back later, I have to turn my phone off now."

Clyde: "Wait, what show? Please tel me.. Please?" He text. New york was amazing and he wanted to bath in it, but he wanted to do it with Gabe by his side. peoplewere shoving red bus tours in his face. A few grabbed his ass... Foster sighed and loved when Hedwig was with his little boy. Clyde sent him another text. "I just want to know, please?"

Gabe: Gabe was about to touch the off button when another text came through. he typed out one quick reply. "It's called Hedwig and the Angry Inch, and I'm so sorry, honey, I have to go. I'll call you when the show is done okay? xoxo." He replied and then shut his phone off for good.

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Clyde: Clyde knew the show ! He loved Hedwig. He couldnt believe he was seeing her! He got someone to help him go to the theatre He didnt carry cash. He gave him his scarf as a tip. They liked it. He went to the theatre. "You got to let me in, my boyfriend is inside. "He begged the ticket man. "He's the lawyer guy, please?" He pouted. They sighed and tried to see what they could do. Hedwig ususally didnt like people coming in when she was on stage singing tear me down. They snuck him in. Foster was outside for a moment looking over paper work, when he looked up to see Clyde, and boy was that man gorgeous. "Hey.. you look familiar." He said. "I do?" Clyde said. "My boyfriend is in there. Gabe..-last name- Foster smiled. "oh, wow yeah. he did well ." He laughed. "come on, hedwig can get mad at me for shining inside light." He opened the door and hedwig was on stage. Clyde gasped when he saw her. "Sorry honey!" Foster yelled.

Clyde: http://www.unificationfrance.com/IMG/jpg...

Clyde: s hair cut he wa busy

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Clyde: what hes wearing, cause its importnar

Gabe: Gabe settled in to see the show and was enjoying what was happening so far, but turned a little when he heard some commotion near the doors. Hedwig heard it too and stopped singing in the middle of the song, shouting something at the band in German and then crossing her arms over her chest and looking towards the open door. "I tell you over and over again, little people in their little red vests, if they can't make it to the theatre on time they don't deserve to see my show!" she shouted petulantly. She heard Foster's voice and let out a long suffering sigh. "Fine, fine, hurry to the seat then, darling, you're ruining my big moment." Gabe looked around and was floored to see Clyde being the one shown to an empty seat near him. "Clyde?" he whispered in surprise. "What are you doing here? How did you get here?"

Clyde: He saw Gabe and squealed. Foster went to ask the person sitting beside Gabe if they would mind moving. They didnt seem to mind as long as they got an autograph.He nodded. "Ok fine, move please." Clyde sat beside him and hugged him with a loud queak. He heard an usher tell him so shhh. He kissed his cheek "I missed you so much, and heatehr helped me find you!" He said. He kissed his cheek. "Are you mad?"

Gabe: Gabe was shocked but hugged Clyde back and kissed him on the lips softly. "Okay, baby no I'm not mad, I think it's great that your here, but we should be quiet, becuase of the show-" he explained and looked up to see Hedwig on stage, tapping her foot expectantly. "Yes, fat jew and his jail bait. I see you." On stage Yitzhak very cautiously offered up one of his boots, in case she wanted to throw something. It was just easier sometimes to have something ready. And so she didn't start throwing the liquor bottles because that seemed so much worse. "No no, they are safe for now, that fat Jew is my lawyer, aren't you honey?" Hedwig smiled at Yitzak. "Why don't you go talk Jew to him and make him pay attention to the show. Maybe put a muzzle on the puppy too."

Clyde: Clyde watched hedwig and waved. He super thought she was cute. He turned to Gabe wh osaid to be quiet. He wondered if he could hold his hand. He laced their fingers together and rested his cheek on his shoulder. Foster sighed and hoped Hedwig would move on with the series. He saw his son sitting back stage side to the stage coloring like he did every night JHe was glad they got custody of him. Clyde perked up. "you got a puppy" He asked gabe when hedwig said his puppy

Clyde: move on with the show not series hah

Clyde: *his son is sitting to the side of the stage, laing on his stomach coloring and humming to hedwig music haah

Clyde: SORRY MOM IS BEING TALKY

Gabe: Gabe squeezed Clyde's hand and laughed just a little bit. "Honey," he whispered into Clyde's ear, "You're the puppy. Now shh, we'll talk more after the show." Hedwig findally decided that people were paying enough attention and got the band started up again, and there was a loud cheer in the audience.

Clyde: Clyde whispered to Gabe "Where is the berlin wall? " He asked. He hummed. "And where is germany?" He kissed his cheek. He loved looking at Gabe. He coudlnt tell if Gabe was annoyed or happy to see him. He loved the show. He had never sene a show like this, he loved the music and sang alonga little. Theo came out on stage to do the final song with Hedwig, because he loved to be pat of it. He u sually just danced around the side of the stage in a cute dress.

Gabe: Gabe just squeezed Clyde's hand when he tried to talk after that, and whispered a promise that they would talk after the show. It really was a very powerful piece, and Hedwig was truly a fabulous performer. Clyde did make an 'aww' sound when the little boy stumbled out on stage at the finale and After the song Hedwig went and scooped him up, dancing around wit him as the glitter fell from the ceiling. The lights came up in the theatre and Gabe really felt like he could greet Clyde then. He hugged him tightly and kissed him again. "I still can't believe you're here! Did you make it here okay? You seem okay, you surprised me so much."

Clyde: "It was scary. The plane was scary ." He pouted and kissed his lips "I got ok at work to be here for two days. They knew I missed you so so much." He gave him an eskimo kiss. "The whole plce is big and overwhelming and people are much more touchy here. Please dont leave my side." He pouted. He was glad that Gabe wasnt upset that he was here. "Did you miss me? I skipped breakgast cause I didnt know what you were going to have." Foster came over and smiled. "We are going out to eat, if you two want to join us?"

Gabe: Gabe chuckled a little, knowing he'd been gone only half of a day at this point, but it was sweet that Clyde had missed him so much. "Oh Clyde, honey, I wish you'd told me you were coming. I would have made arrangements to get you at the airport." He laughed softly and stroked Clyde's arm. He looked up when Foster came over and nodded. "Yes of course, that sounds wonderful, right Clyde?"

Clyde: "I am sorry. I shold have. I just didnt think it through." He laughed. He turned to Foster and hugged onto gabe. "YES! We want to eat dinner with you."He said. He saw hedwig and squealed. "I love your retro stories! So awesome!" he shouted. He heard a loud noise and jumped. It was just a truckIt was so loud here and big. He held onto gabe tight

Gabe: Hedwig put on a dress and touched up her makeup before coming out to see Foster and her laywer and his boy toy. He must be good at his job though, to be able to have such a hot young thing. Only rich men got boys like that. "Thank you, sweetie," Hedwig simpered and touched Clyde's cheek. "Let's go I'm starving," she said and walked off to get the cab. Gabe couldn't help but chuckle when Clyde jumped. "It's just a car backfiring, Clyde, I promise it's okay. This is a loud city."

Clyde: Clyde went over to Hedwig and talked her ear off about canada and if shes ever been. He could see foster and her looking at him. He knew they wondered how he was with gabe. Most people were curioys about why they were togehter, but they rationalied it as money. He took gabes hand and kissed his knuckles. He hoped Gabe didnt thik that, even if he spent like so much money. He sat down and looked at the menu "What are you gettig, Gabe?" He asked. Foster sat down. His son was asleep and had his head on hedwigs shoulder and arms around her neck sleeping.

Gabe: Gabe was glad to be holding Clyde's hand again, even if it was still overwhelming tha Clyde was here at all. But it was nice, regardless. He kissed Clyde's cheek and sat down at the table, looking over the menu. "I think I'll get the sirloin steak," he said, pointing at the item on the menu. Hedwig seemed much calmer now that she had a sleeping baby in her arms, and she held the boy expertly with one hand and took little sips of her drink with the other, leaning over to chat softly with Foster about what she wanted to order.

Clyde: Clyde ordered the same as gabe even if he wanted the pasta. He thought it was time to let Gabe pick the meal. He told the waiter to make it exactly like Gabes and the sides the same too. He didnt evne hear gAbe's sides. Foster looked them over and lifted a brow.He ordered country fried steak and potatoes. He loved that hedwig loved his son so much, their son. The little boy loved hedwig more than his own mother. and (probably father) "so uh, Cylde is it, what do you do?" Clyde blushed, he didnt have a fancy job. "I .. I life guard."

Gabe: Gabe let out a soft sigh when Clyde ordered the same thing, but gave him a smile anyway. He had hoped that was only a breakfast thing. Maybe there was some way to get Clyde to budge on that thing. "And he's going to start going to school for Graphic design, right?" he said and smiled, nudging Clyde's shoulder lightly. "He's going to be fabulous at it."

Clyde: "Right maybe I am not very good at it." He pouted. "I rather work with dolphins and train them, but there is no ocean. " He smiled and shrugged. "But gabe think si could be a model. "He spoke up. "Oh yeah, you could. " Foster nodded. "We have theo in modeling.. He likes it. Ic an talk to the agency." He said. He looked at Hedwig. "Right?" He wanted her to confirm it was a good idea.

The message.

"Gabe. It's Jackson. Listen, we need you to be here tomorrow. We have a client who requested you. Their business is under attack and they want the best. They are willing to pay a lot. we wouldnt ask unless we are desperate.. Come in asap. I sent you tickets for tonight or early am.. Thanks This is jackson

Gabe: Gabe did feel some kind of relief about the whole thing. It was a relief to know that he made Clyde visably more happy than he had been, enough that people that knew him noticed. He chuckled. "I don't really want to drown tonight. I have too much to live for," he said and smiled, leaning in to kiss Clyde again, losing himself in his lips and gently rocking with the waves lapping against him. "Do you want to get some tubes?"

Clyde: clyde kissed his lips. "Oh yes, lets get tubes. Less workout with tubes." He giggled. HE went up to get tubes and came back with two. Heather and the girls joined them. After about 40 minutes everyone got out to switch over to the lazy river.

Clyde: Gabes phone rang a total of 6 times before a message was left on the phone. Jackson called the hotel a few times.

Clyde: "Gabe. It's Jackson. Listen, we need you to be here tomorrow. We have a client who requested you. Their business is under attack and they want the best. They are willing to pay a lot. we wouldnt ask unless we are desperate.. Come in asap. I sent you tickets for tonight or early am.. Thanks This is jackson

Gabe: Gabe was having a pleasant time with Clyde just floating around the wave pool and then over to the Lazy River. He liked how nice the park was less crowded and seeing the lights of the city and the stars overhead. He liked being close to Clyde overall, and wished he could stay forever. It was nice not to be permanently attached to his phone or chained to a desk. Even if he was the CEO of the company, he had people acting like he was an employee still. It was nice to have some time to forget all that.

Clyde: Clyde smiled as they drank frozen lemonade on the laxzy riger. He held Gabes hand so they wouldnt lost contact. He kissed his lips and cheek when he looked his way. Clyde for once felt safe. Settled. Happy. He hoped it would last him forever. He wanted Gabe to fall in love and really keep him.

Gabe: Gabe yawned a little as they went around the lazy river, and Gabe felt old for feeling tired already. He squeezed Clyde's hand. "How are you holding up?" he asked. There had been a lot of really late nights in quick succession with Clyde and Gabe was starting to feel his age. He didn't want to rush Clyde though, if he was having a good time.

Clyde: " I feel good. Do you want to go? ARe you tired?" He asked. "We can go home and cuddle and watch movies?" He suggested. He wanted to make Gabe happy. Gabe was an old man. "You look tired. But, God I hope not of me" He laughed. "I know your gay friend wants to see you... I will try to be less selfish. Hes just attractive, you could easily see something in him."

Gabe: Gabe yawned a little and tried to stifle it. "I'm sorry," he said and let out a tired laugh. "You could probably go all night." He chuckled. "Well the sex alone could put most men down for the count, and we didn't really take a nap after." Gabe kissed Clyde's cheek. "I am becuase of you in a good way. Your hot ass did me in." He sighed. "Clyde, honey, Johnny isn't after me like that. We're friends."

Clyde: "We can go baby, what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didnt take care of you?" He pouted. He kissed his lips "Plus, I need to shave my legs anyway and arm pits." All lifeguards were suppose to even the boys. He took his hand. "We are going to go. My daddy is sleepy." Everyone cheered at his words. "Go get laid!" Soemone yelled. Clyde smiled and turned to him. "Let's get our stuff and jet!"

Gabe: Gabe gave Clyde a happy smile and leaned in to kiss his lips gently. "Thank you honey," he said and kissed him again. He flushed and ducked his head when Clyde called him daddy in front of everyone and was blushing all the way back to the lockers to get their stuff. He noticed that he had a lot of messages on his phone and waited til he got to the car to listen to them. He frowned and sighed heavily. "Damn it," he whispered under his breath. "I have to call the office when we get back to the hotel room. Some kind of emergency."

Clyde: "oh, no. .What kind. Someone die?" He asked. He was worried for Gabe. "It's ok baby, we are gonna burn sage later. That rid bad spirits" He smiled. Jackson called again. He really needed an answer. He sent a text. "Gabriel Please. Pleas call me back. We need you ASAP. They are willing to pay half a million dollars for you1" He text. "That's a big deal." He wrote. Clyde drove them to wal mart and parked. "I need shaving cream and more lube, since your cock takes so much." He iggled. He took Gabe's wallet from his pocket and kissed his cheek. He left to go inside. Since it seemed Gabe needed to call someone, even if it wasnt the hotel yet.

Gabe: Gabe shook his head. "No, no one died. A client," he said. He didn't bother replying to the text. He was still the boss anyway. He would call him back when he got to the hotel. "No Clyde, honey I need to go to the hotel. Right now," he told him. "Please. Right now." He grabbed Clydes wrist and dragged him back to the car. "We need to go to the hotel, I need to make a call and I can't do it from my cell phone, I need to be in my office so I can be o the laptop."

Clyde: "I need shaving cream." He pouted. "I will be back." He giggled and ran inside. He grabbed lube, cheetos, apple juice, a new lap top cause why not, he bought socks and big shirts and shaving cream. He came back with a half cart full of things and put them in the car. "Sorry, I have to shave my legs." He could see Gabe was upset or something. "Anyway, whats the rush, you said no one died!"

Gabe: Gabe was anxious and he didn't know why Clyde didn't see that. Or why he dind't care if he saw it. He couldn't do any work from the cell phone, not that needed to be done. He sat and stewed in the car while he waited for Clyde. "Just drive," he said his jaw clenched. "Just drive. I told you it was important and you didn't care, Clyde. You ignored me. I need to work, I told you. And you didn't care. Just get me to the hotel. Now. Or I'll call the car and doit myself."

Clyde: "You said you were sick of work. I am helping you not think abotu it. you said at the pool that you were glad for me to help you not worry about it all the time, and you are worrying." He said and drove to the hotel. "I can drive you there, but I need to stop for gas. I cant help it" He said as he stopped at a gas station. He saw a friend from work and hugged. " I got to go, hes in a mood." He said a she filled the tank and got in. "Sorry." He said and drove to the hotel. He parked the car. "Can we call bell hop to get my stuff? " He asked

Clyde: *drove towards the hotel

Gabe: Gabe was so furious he could feel a vein bulghing in his head. "Clyde, do you know I own and run this company? It's all up to me. It doesn't matter sometimes if I want a break or even if I need one, I have to do it. When its a big deal like this, I have to do it. That's how business works." He didn't understand why Clyde was bieng so inconsiderate. "Yes, fine, I don't care Clyde, I need to get up there. I needed to be there 40 mintues ago when I told you but you didn't give a shit," Gabe said, swiftly going up to the elevator and keying in the code.

Clyde: "I did give a shit. I just know you want a break. I am your favorite part of life. Your new life. You are going so fast." He said. He pouted when Gabe went ahead of him Hmmpf/ He still had Gabes card. He ordered a bell hop to take his things up. He got to the door and went inside the room. He tipped the guy 20 dollars. The guy smiled and left. He sighed and sat on the bed. Jackson was on the other line tellin ghim about the client "His name is Foster Ashley. His spouse is having legal issues and they requested YOU!"

Gabe: Gabe went right into his office in the penthouse and closed the door, pulling up the offical law office servers before he called Jackson back, so he could look over the legal records while he was talking to Jackson. He nodded along, already anxious and trying to deal with this was making him more anxious. "A lot of people request me, Jackson, I wouldn't be where I was if I wasn't good at it," he said a little petulantly. "Just fax me the information. Is there any reason this is critical enough I need to be there in person? I can conduct a lot of business over the phone and internet."

Clyde: -insert reason why he HAS to be there in person.. maybe its big news because hedwig?- clyde pouted when he was shut out of the office room. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. He wondered if he should get another room and stay there. He didnt really want to do that. He went to the bathroom to start a bath and set the shaving cream and razor up. He had a new 600 dollar lap top! He would open later.

Gabe: Gabe spent a few minutes arguing on the phone with Jackson, who really did get too big for his britches when Gabe wasn't in the office, even though he was the junior partner and not the top dog at all, and finally said he'd call the client in the morning and schedule a flight back. But that for now he needed a good night's sleep so he could actually work. He said goodnight to Jackson and heard the water running in the bathroom. "Clyde?" he called gently, and knocked on the door before poking his head inside. "I have to go back to New York tomorrow. Just for a day. Maybe two."

Clyde: Clyde was singing to old retro music Britney spears circus. He loved that song. He shaved his leg and got out to pat them dry. He put his new expensive lotion on his legs and came out of the bathroom. He saw Gabe. "Are you done being upset with me for wanting to love you?" He asked. He sat down and handed him a brush. "Will you brush my hair, the back of it. It gets tangled." He said. "And I need to give myself a manicure. Is your work ok, it sure does maek you grumpy old man1"

Gabe: Gabe sighed. "Did you even hear what I just said?" he asked, the frustration still present in his voice. "No it's not okay. I need to go back to New York in the morning. For a day or two. I just said that." He pursed his lips. "You calling me a grumpy old man isn't really going to make the situation any better he said, but took the brush anyway and started to brush Clyde's hair.

Clyde: Clyde startd to get tears in his eyes. First from the meaness in his voice. He had never been mad or upset with Clyde before. He then felt a rush of panic when he said he was going back. He put his face in his hands and started to sob. He couldnt help it sometimes, it was trigger. "Well you dont have to be so mean to me." He pulled his head away so he wouldnt touch his head. "If you wnt to break up, you can, but dont make me feel bad." He shouted.

Gabe: Gabe was shocked when Clyde started crying. He dropped the brush and wrapped his arms gently around Clyde. "Honey, you haven't been listening to me. I told you something was important to me and you ignored it. That was very mean to me. I'm not trying to be mean. I'm asking you to listen to me and try to understand. I don't want to break up with you, Clyde. That's the last thing I want to do."

Clyde: He pushed out of his arms and went to look out the window. "You are leaving and I have to go back to my place.. and you'll not come back. Two days will turn into never coming back." He sighed and leaned over the balcony. "I was listening to you. The real you. At the pool. You were sick of work, you wanted me to rescue you and I did, and now you are mad at me for listening to the firs t you."

Gabe: "No," Cldye said, confused. "No of course you're not going back to your place. I want you to stay here, in the Hyatt. I'll leave you a credit card so you can get anything you need until I get back." He stroked Clyde's shoulders. "Honey, please just listen to me. Please. You aren't listening. I can be tired of work, and need to be recused from it and still have to do it. Those can both be real. I'm leaving you in the hotel room, with my credit card and all of my things. I'll just bring a briefcase with me. I'll have to come back. Not for the things, but for you. I just want you to know that."

Clyde: Clyde started to cry cause he didnt want to say bye to the hyatt yet, he didnt prepare. He stopped crying when he said he could stay here. "Ok, but will you leave your shirt that smells like you and text me what yo uhave for breakfast?" He asked. He wiped his tears. "What if you want to cheat on me? Will you tell me?" He asked.

Gabe: He closed his arms around Clyde and held him close, trying to rub his back and get him to stop crying. "Yes, Clyde of course, please, please don't cry. I'll leave whatever you want." He kissed Clyde's forehead. "I can text you whenever you want, okay. I would take you with me right now but I know you'd need more notice at work. But I'll be back in two days." He kissed Clyde's cheek. "I won't cheat on you. Why would I? You're amazing and I love you."

Clyde: "You cant love me. you dont know me. you just think you do." He cried on his shoulder. "I dont want you to leave. cant you just face time?" He asked. He pouted. He rested his chin on his shoulder. "Like why do they super need you more than I do. I need you the most" He hugged his neck. "Even if you are royallly annoyed with me. I am sorry. I needed to shave my legs." He sighed. "And more lube for you, I didnt need the laptop, but I wanted it. For graphic stuff." He said. "And I didnt think you would care anyway."

Gabe: Gabe reached out and stroked his hand up and down Clyde's back, trying to calm him down. "Honey, I can't this time. I tried to make that work, but it won't." He ran his fingers through Clyde's hair. "I am a little annoyed, but it's alright. Nothing that can't be fixed." He kissed Clyde's temple. "I don't care, I want you to have things you need. But one of the things I need is to go into the office for a couple of days. And then I'll be back."

Clyde: He rested his cheek on his chest. He felt misrable. "Ok." He said. "I guess that's ok. " He removed his shirt and pants and goes to the bed. He takes his hand. "And I can keep the room and order food?" He asked. "I have the next day off. Can I invite heather over?" He asked. "Will you promise to textm e?" He said as he sat on the bed. "Wil you miss me?"

Gabe: Gabe laughed softly. "Yes, you can stay here. I want you to stay. And you can order as much food as you want." He took o fhis clothes and slid into bed himself, yawning a little. He cuddled up to Clyde's side and nodded. "I'll text you. I promise. And I'll miss you every second." He smiled. "And yes you can have Heather over. Just no boys. I'll get too jealous."

Clyde: "No boys. I wont even let boy bus boys in I will request they all be girls." He smiled. He really would. He kissed his lips. "I dont like when youare mad at me." He confessed. "It's not a good feeling when you are." He sighed. He laid his head on the pillow and looked up at him. "When do you have to leave? Can we have breakfast? Oh! can you go get me the menu so we can order it.. I didnt mark this one.."

Gabe: Gabe couldn't help but laugh out loud at that. That was probably taking it a little far, but Clyde seemed to think a little too far. It was endearing when it wasn't interfering with what Gabe needed to get done. "I don't like being mad at you either," he said gently and rubbed at Clyde's chest. "I don't want to be mad at you. But we can always make it okay." He laughed a little. "My flight leaves at 8, so it would have to be a very early breakfast. Do you want to get up that early?"

Clyde: "I want to be with you." He poute. He touched his cheek. He got up to get the menu and brought it back "Ok let's get two orders of toast, and two orders of the daily breakfat." He smiled. "And I wrote the measurements so they get it the same on both plates." He wrote one cup eggs, 12 potatoes on each plate, 2 toast on each plate and two jars of the same cute jellies. He wrote coffee needed to be the same cup mass. He ran out of room with his details. "And we should get vanilla flavor milk things." (creamer)

Gabe: Gabe was starting to get a little tired of the identical breakfast orders since it was making breakfast a little difficult to eat, but he didn't want to start an argument. He just nodded along and let Clyde do what he wanted. "That sounds fine," he said with a smile. "But we need to have it come at 7 o clock so I can go catch the plane." He chuckled. "And I think you mean creamer there. French Vanilla creamer."

Clyde: "Yeah the French cream shots. I love them." He put the menu out and laid beside him. He rubbed his chest. "What will you wear tomorrow, so I can wear the same color." He said as he looked up at him. "Maybe wear your green shirt and I will wear mine. " He kissed his lips. "Are you annoyed, you seem annoyed." He pouted. "Did you and Johnny ever make out? "

Gabe: Gabe sighed heavily and closed his eyes. "Clyde, honey, I can't think of what I'm going to wear right now. I'm just going to get up and go jump on a plane. If you want me to wear green I can wear green." He kissed Clyde back. "I'm not annoyed, honey, I just want to get some sleep before tomorrow. And of course Johnny and I never made out, oh my God. We were friends, Clyde. We're just friends."

Clyde: "Get some sleep." He said as he laid beside him. "What if you dont come back? Will you tell me?" He asked. He kissed his cheek and lips. "This might be the last time I see you." He told him. He started to tear up again. He got up to get sage oil and put a couple droplet son his thumb. He turned his thumb to Gabe's forehead and ran a line over his head. "This is so you have a good life." He said. "With no demons." He kissedh si lips. He set the oil down and reste dhis cheek on his chest. He sighed and turned off the lights. He looked out into the darkness. "what are you thinking about?"

Gabe: Gabe was stressed out and he closed his eyes, hoping to get some kind of rest, but Clyde didn't seem to be able to turn it off for long enough for him to go to sleep. He sighed softly. "Clyde, I'm giong to come back. You're going to see me again." He tried to close his eys but fel tdrops of oil on his forehead. "Babe, I'm going to be back before the end of the week, there's no need to be dramatic." He pursed his lips and tried not to let out a heavy sigh. "I'm thinking about sleep," he said. "Please just hold me and we can go to sleep okay?"

Clyde: Clyde listen to him speak. He didnt think what he was doing was dramatic. He was saving him. He was protecting him. He let out a heavy sigh. "Well, you know what I am thinking? I am thinking about how rivers run. And how the change of path leads to the ocean. the meaning of life is where we go and who we meet." He said. He rolled over and hugged him. "I send peace upon your flgith, the eagles wings guide you into new york. Jewish God will seek out for your fear." He yawned. "Goodnight, my soul mate."

Gabe: Gabe closed his eyes and sank into Clyde's arms, but he still felt that sleep was a long way off. "Hmmm," he replied and sighed a little. "That sounds nice," he murmured. "Thank you," he breathed. "Can we go to sleep now?" he asked finally and leaned up and kissed Clyde softly on the lips. "Good night. Now shh. Sleep."

Clyde: "Sleep." He gave permission. He fell asleep himself, feeling his brain moving at a face pace. He didnt take his medcine his aunt gave him. He needed to find it. That would calm him down. He slid from his arms and went to find it. He found half in his bag at the bottom. He brushed crumbs off and took it. The thoughts calmed down as well as his body. He sighed happily and went to slide back in his arms. He fell asleep

Gabe: Gabe closed his eyes and tried to sleep. He thought he could feel Clyde moving around but finally he was able to fall asleep despite it. He woke up with a start when his alarm went off, and quickly rolled out of bed and into the shower, knowing he didn't have much time to get ready to go.

Clyde: Clyde was sound asleep. Breakfast servers kept knocking on the door. But Clyde was out of it. He didnt budge. The phone rang in the room, and he was still out of it "Mr. gabes last name " the server called out. "breakfast!"

Gabe: Gabe rushed out of the shower to go get the door when he heard it being knocked on repeatedly. "You know I told your staff to just come in and set everything on the table if I didn't answer, don't you?" Gabe said with a hint of frustration, trying to push the shampoo back from falling into his eyes. He tipped them hastily and went back to the shower. "Clyde, breakfast is here!" he called as he passed.

Clyde: Clyde saw it was here and sat up "ok." He yawned. He sat up and slid out of bed. He went to measure the food. They did a perfect job and he smiled. He put the covers back on and went to put Gabes a green shirt out. He unpacked his bag looking for it though and put everything on the bed looking for the green shirt.He laid on the bed as he waited for Gabe to come out. "breakfast is getting cold."

Clyde: food covers back on*

Gabe: Gabe sighed heavily when he came out and saw one of his closets mroe or less emptied on the bed, but he didn't have time to deal with it. He only needed his briefcase really, he was just going to the office and back to his apartment. "I know, sorry, I'm trying," he said, and quickly got dressed and sat down and started eating. "I need to go in a few miutes. The car will be here in half an hour."

Clyde: He grabbed his meal and started to eat what he was eating. "ok. Slow down. I cant keep up" He said as he stuffed potatoes in his mouth. He didnt like to eat fast. He took his time. "You are in such a hurry to go." He said as he ate his eggs next after Gabe took a couple bites. He set his tray down. He could monitor the bites when he left. That would be better really. He went to bring him coffee. "I got you the green shirt and black shorts!"

Gabe: Gabe didn't have time to slow down. "Honey, I have a plane to catch. I don't have time to really eat everything delibrately," he said and took a sip of his coffee. "I'm not in a hurry to leave, I just can't miss my flight. Do you understand that?" he asked gently. "Yes, I can wear the shirt but I need to wear slacks, honey, I have to go right into the office. But thank you."

Clyde: "Ok." He said. He put on Gabes shorts and stretched them out. "Look. I look like a diet commerical after." He smiled cheesily. "Sorry." He realized he was calling Gabe fat. "I will miss you so much. Can you call me on the airplane and we can talk for a long time? " He asked. He kissed his cheek "you didnt shave. Do lawyers not shave?"

Gabe: Gabe looked up when Clyde was putting on his pants, and the joke actually hurt his feelings a little, and he felt his throat tighten. "Yes," I guess you do," he said softly and finished getting dressed and grabbed his briefcase and everything else he needed. "Clyde, I can't talk on the airplane. I can turn on the wifi and text you that way, maybe. But I do have to get some work done on the flight over." He rubbed his cheeks. "I'll shave on the plane. I don't really have time now, i have to go check in."

Clyde: Clyde sighed "You are leaving me with bad vibes. " He pouted. "ok, fine. Your plane is so important." He fell sidewise on the bed. "Have a good flight." He said and put the covers over his head and sighed deeply. "I will be ok. Dont worry. Just go.. GO!" He shouted.

Gabe: Gabe sighed heavily. "I'm not trying to, Clyde, but you're making it very difficult for me right now," he said, pulling out one of his credit cards and setting it down for him. "Clyde honey, I'm very sorry, but ehres my card and I will text you when I can. And call you later today when I land, okay?" he said. He leaned over Clyde and kissed his temple. "Please try to understand baby," he breathed, and then kissed him again before leaving.

Clyde: "I understand I do." He sighed and looked around the room. He started to cry when he was alone. He sat up and looked at the card. He called heather to go with him to go shopping and to hang out. She said she would in an hour. He went to see if he coudl work, but they didnt need him today. He went to the mall and texted gabe a few times "Going to the mall.. Got my car in the shop. You know you can use sky wifi? Go to airplane mode and like connect. You have no real excuse." He bought a lot of new clothes and ate at a fancy place near the mall that served filet magnon and rice. He went to the pet store and followed his ancestors to his perfect pet! Which was a bearded dragon lizard. He bought the cage and al that he ndded and crickets. He set it up in the hotel. Heather and him ordered a mocie and watched it. She braided his hair. He painted her toe nails They spilled juice on the bed and had to get new sheets. They invited four more people over. He sent another text. "I only have girls over, and I got a new lizard!" He sent a photo.

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Gabe: Gabe only just barely made it to the plane on time, and had to hurry onboard. He sat down, feeling exhausted alredy and took out his laptop as soon as he was able to and started to do some work that he needed to do. He didn't get to check his messages until they were landing several hours later, and was alittle overwhelmed at the amount of messages he had, and the fact that Clyde had bought a pet. "He looks nice," was all Gabe could think tho text back. "I'm glad you're having a good time. Be safe, honey, okay? I'm getting in a cab to go to the office now."

Clyde: 4 people turned into 6 people.. turned into 10 "Oh my boyfrind will be mad if i have any boys, no boys!" He said, so the place was full of girls. Three in the hot tub, a few doing make overs in the bathroom and everyone eating cake and tacos he bought from the menu. He had his car in shop until tomorow. He said he couldnt go out in case there was a chance he might cheat. He got a text. "ok! I have a few friends over.. ALL GIRLS. I miss you so much xoxxoxoxo. Bruno says hi. He's the lizard. He's asleep. "

Gabe: Gabe was a little curious what Clyde was up to, since he thought he had to work today, and why he was hanging around the hotel, but he figures as long as Clyde was happy it was okay. There really wasn't too much damage he could do. Gabe textd back the he missed Clyde too and hoped he had a good time unitl Gabe could come back. He told him he woudl text back later, and went into his required meetings, trying to put all of that aside and focus so he could get all of this done and hurry back.

Clyde: Clyde missed him and put his shirt on a pillow and hugged it. He printed out a photo of him smiling with his mouth open. Some of the girls thought it was an odd photo, but he put it on the pillow anyway. "Dont call my boyfriend weird" They all giggled and had a pillow fight. He had work in the morning, so they all came in on the bed and watched a movie. They fell asleep all piled on each other. *** Foster came into Gabes office. "Thank you for meeting me. My wife. we .. are newly married. She is having a lot of media and her busiess that was once owned by her sort of manager.. He's trying to sue the company, and we have proof he never paid his taxes. " He put it forward "Hold on, she's calling me now. sHes not a patient woman. Hello? Hi.. yes, no Hedwig. Honey, you turn the oven on and let the wter sit, it doenst just boil. Why are ou doing that anyway? Honey, please... just order something instead? ok.. Im with our lawyer now.. good , yes good bye. I love you too. Kiss Teddy for me." He hung up. "Anyway, you think you can help?"

Gabe: Gabe honestly didn't do this kind of law, it wasn't his forte and probably would have been better handled by another firm. He took the records and started to look through them, and couldn't help but snort a little at hearing the one end of the phone conversation. It reminded him a lot of Clyde. After a few minutes he thought he had it figured out. He explained to Foster that this wasn't what his company usually handled- that it was usually mergers and compromises, and mediations between businesses, but that he would help with extracting the business from the other owner. Taxes wasn't going to be the issue though, they would have to prove that Foster's wife had the rights to take full ownership of the business. He promised he'd do his best to make sure everything came out in their favor and would put on pressure necessary to make sure the lawsuit went away.

Clyde: Foster seemed tired. IT was hard to be with Hedwig sometimes. She wanted the business now and didnt understnad why she didnt have it now. It was legal stuff, she didnt want to hear about because it was dull and old people stuff, even if she was older than him. He never told her he knew that though. "Thank you. I heard you were in branson. I tride to take my wife there, but she sort of pissed everyone off there.. She means well." He sighed. Clyde texted the lyrics to Baby come back to Gabe and sent photos of him pouting. Gabes phone made a loud flute noise that only belong to clyde, because clyde put it there. "You once helped us before, well sort of.. And you ad good and you are gay, its why we wanted you. Hold on." He picked up the phone. "you cant wash your whites with colors. Sweetheart we have a laundry service, you just .. dont even need to do laundry at all.. ok? " He got her to speak in german and he hung up. "want to grab lunch and talk more.I got everyrhing figured out money wise. I am an accountant."

Gabe: Gabe smiled a little and nodded. "It's fine," he said kindly, though looking over it now, he could have done all of this on the phone. But he understood that clients felt better having a face to face conversation and this was a high end client by what he could read from the system. He jumped when he heard that sound go off, bcause he didn't recoginze it. It took him awhile to realize it was his phone, and hastily turned off the ringer. "I miss you too," he texted back quickly. "I'm in a meeting right now. Be good." He looked up at Foster. "Well that's good, but of course, our people will look over everything," he said and smiled. "Is there any other problems you need to discuss?" he asked, as they left the office. "I need to do some research on your case before I can give you a really solid anxwer one way or the other."

Clyde: Foster sat down at a bistro and went over. He said he would take him by the theatre to show him around and to show the booking He even invited him to one of her shows. Her last one unless they won. He sighed. "I know this seem nuts, but I love her very much and want her to have this. She wont take any other theatre. She wants this one. " He sighed. "And I think she should have it, from that guy who used her for stuff.." He didnt want to talk about it. "Surely you have someone youd do anythign for, right?" He asked. He had plea in his eyes. Clyde missed him and sent a sad face to his phone every 5 minutes. He went to go to the water park and play for a bit, but came back home with only four girls "Are you coming home tonight?" He asked forgetting the time line.

Gabe: Gabe sat down with Foster and tried to focus on what he was saying. It was clear to him that Foster was very passionate about his wife and her buisness and it did touch him. But then his phone was buzzing in his pocket about every few seconds which made it hard for him to really focus 100%. He finally pulled out his phone. "I understand, Mr. Ashley," he said finally and smiled, pulling out his phone and showing the text of Clyde's sad face. "I think I have someone very much like your wife right here. You don't mind if I send a few texts, do you?" he asked, making sure Foster said it was okay before texting Clyde back. "I'm coming home tomorrow evening, honey," he texted back. "I have to make sure I get this case almost finished before I come back. I have to meet with opposing counsel tomorrow and hopefully wrap it all up." He sighed and texted again. "Are you doing okay?"

Clyde: "I have to work tomorrow. I dont wantto miss you. What are you going to have for breakfast? Are you sure you are coming back?" He sent a photo of him holding his self made boyfriend pillow. He took another photo of thegirls all over the bed with him. "are you going to clubs? They watn to, but i dont want to go somewhere with boys and a chance to cheat. " He texted. Foster smiled and nodded. "oh wow, he is very ... pretty If you dont mind me saying. I can see why you want to get this over with. I dont blame you. My wife is really a male. I think he jut feels more comfortable as a woman, but he is a knock out male when he isnt trying too." He said. "Love makes one do crazy thing. " He stood up and set a couple tickets down. "You should meet her. shes kinda scary at first, but if she knows your good people, she'll be nice.. eh, somewhat."

abe: Gabe laughed softly. "I don't know what I'm going to have for breakfast yet, honey, what do you want to have for breakfast," he sent back and then felt his eyes widen in shock when he saw the boyfriend pillow Clyde had made.  He wasn't sure if he should find that creepy or adorable, so he figured it was something in between.  "No, honey, no clubs.  I don't even like clubs.  I'm just going out to dinner with my married client," he promised.  Gabe looked up at Foster and smiled.  "I know.  He is."   He said fondly and laughed gently.  "I'm sure she's great," Gabe said and shook Foster's hand.  "I guess I'll see you there tonight."

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Clyde: Clyde didnt like that he was having dinner with a client, but he figured it was ok. the man or woman was married.He hoped woman. He decided to go out and buy a new phone. He kept his number. He loved it, then realize he was being selfish and bought his friend one too and then he bought Gabe gifts, he bought him new suits to wear and pajamas that matched his. He found out where his office was and orderd flowers. Heather helped him. He had roses sent to his office. "I miss you. xoxoxoxxoxooxoxo." He wrote. He had to work, so he put the card away in the room and went to work. He was on night shift. He had a few people hit on him. He had no idea why he was getting a lot of people on him now. Maybe when you were taken, it made one feel more attractive.

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Gabe: Gabe discussed a few more things with Foster before they parted ways, and then he headed back to his apartment really fast to change and take a quick nap before going back to the office and really working the case. He fell into the hard work and felt time passing, and didn't really look up until he saw some roses being brought in.  He smiled up at them and took a break to text Clyde really fast.  "The roses are beauitful.   Thank you, honey. XO"  He ordered some food into the office, arragned some meetings for the next day and then went down to the theatre.

Clyde: Clyde missed him a lot. He tried not to. He wonderd if he should ask a couple days off and go see Gabe! That would be a nice surprise and he really wanted to see NYC. He asked his boss and she said yes quickly. He squealed, but had no idea how to order plane tickets, so heather helped him. He worried about his dragon, but heather said she would take care of it. He wondered if Gabe would like this surprise or not. He was a little scared, the airport was big. He put on nice clothes and got his hair done cute and shaggy. He didnt know Gabes apartment or place. He called the office and got someoen named jackson to give him the office address. He wrote it on a piece of paper. Foster greeted him. He took him backstage to meet Hedwig. "She's very famous I guess in some groups. I take it you dont do a lotof theatre? I didnt either until her. HONEY! Are you here? Oh crap, I need to buy her roses. I do it ever show.. Hold on." He pushed an app and abutton and they sent it right away. He needed to put them bak on a time schdule.

Clyde: {also i have an altermative one wher ehe doesnt go to nyc HAAH if you wnt to wait i want to see your ideas too)

Clyde: Clyde sighed and mised him a lot. He worked all evening and went to eat at a salad buffett since he felt he was getting kinda fat. He smiled when he got the text abot the roses he put a xoxo in the text. He didnt want to be too annoying. He laid on his bed with four other girls and watched a movie before they ordered frinks and turned on music

Gabe: Gabe put his phone on silent and stepped into the theatre with Foster. It seemed like a nice place, and he could see why Foster wanted to save it.  It seemed to be pretty poplar too, by the amount of people streaming in. He waited for Foster's wife to come out of the dressing room, not wanting to intrude.  When she did poke her head out, in full make up and a dressing gown, she looked him over and narrowed her eyes. "So you're the fat Jew everyone tells me about," she said finally.  "I told everyone I wanted a fat Jew to do all of that...legal shit," she said vaguely making a gesture into the air.  "I told my ex husband he should go into something Jew-y and make us more money but he refused.   Impossible man."  Hedwig went back into her room and stared to dress.   "You can stare if you like, honey, but maybe you should go get a seat for the real show."

Clyde: "Ah k. Yeah, that's my wife. Sorry she's... she's very vocal and pretty!"He yelled. His son ran from for hedwig and hugged her leg. "Can I wear make up?" He asked her. He wanted hedwig to pick him up. "If you cant be fabouluos, than get out of my face!" He rehearshed. Foster sighed. he took him out of the room and into a seat. "Well the court thing is tomorrow, but tonight enjoy. Her show has a good story if she tells it, sometimes she just wants to insult peopl for an hour and sing. " He warned Gabe. Clyde got off the plane and was scared, he went to gabes office, everything was so overwhelming. He didnt know what to do and cried a couple of times from excitement and fear. He sent Gabe a text. "Where are you?"

Gabe: Gabe didn't really know what to say and just sort of nodded a little, giving Hedwig a tense sort of smile.  Foster wasn't kidding.  She was really...something.  It was cute to see her with a kid though.   Something about her almost softened immediately and she reached down and picked him up, setting him down on the vanity.  "Of course, my little honey bee," she cooed and smiled.  "You look so pretty when you let Hedwig do your makeup," she said and sat down to start doing it, laughing to herself.  Gabe let Foster show him to a seat and nodded.   "Thank you.  I'm sure the show will be great."  Gabe checked his phone one more time before turning it off for good and saw the text from Clyde.  "I'm seeing my client's show downtown," he typed back quickly.   "Aren't you at work, honey?  I promise I'll call you back later, I have to turn my phone off now."

Clyde: "Wait, what show? Please tel me.. Please?" He text. New york was amazing and he wanted to bath in it, but he wanted to do it with Gabe by his side. peoplewere shoving red bus tours in his face. A few grabbed his ass... Foster sighed and loved when Hedwig was with his little boy. Clyde sent him another text. "I just want to know, please?"

Gabe: Gabe was about to touch the off button when another text came through. he typed out one quick reply.  "It's called Hedwig and the Angry Inch, and I'm so sorry, honey, I have to go.  I'll call you when the show is done okay? xoxo." He replied and then shut his phone off for good.

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Clyde: Clyde knew the show ! He loved Hedwig. He couldnt believe he was seeing her! He got someone to help him go to the theatre He didnt carry cash. He gave him his scarf as a tip. They liked it. He went to the theatre. "You got to let me in, my boyfriend is inside. "He begged the ticket man. "He's the lawyer guy, please?" He pouted. They sighed and tried to see what they could do. Hedwig ususally didnt like people coming in when she was on stage singing tear me down. They snuck him in. Foster was outside for a moment looking over paper work, when he looked up to see Clyde, and boy was that man gorgeous. "Hey.. you look familiar." He said. "I do?" Clyde said. "My boyfriend is in there. Gabe..-last name- Foster smiled. "oh, wow yeah. he did well ." He laughed. "come on, hedwig can get mad at me for shining inside light." He opened the door and hedwig was on stage. Clyde gasped when he saw her. "Sorry honey!" Foster yelled.

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Clyde: s hair cut he wa busy

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Clyde: what hes wearing, cause its importnar

Gabe: Gabe settled in to see the show and was enjoying what was happening so far, but turned a little when he heard some commotion near the doors.   Hedwig heard it too and stopped singing in the middle of the song, shouting something at the band in German and then crossing her arms over her chest and looking towards the open door.  "I tell you over and over again, little people in their little red vests, if they can't make it to the theatre on time they don't deserve to see my show!" she shouted petulantly.  She heard Foster's voice and let out a long suffering sigh. "Fine, fine, hurry to the seat then, darling, you're ruining my big moment."  Gabe looked around and was floored to see Clyde being the one shown to an empty seat near him.  "Clyde?" he whispered in surprise. "What are you doing here?  How did you get here?"

Clyde: He saw Gabe and squealed. Foster went to ask the person sitting beside Gabe if they would mind moving. They didnt seem to mind as long as they got an autograph.He nodded. "Ok fine, move please." Clyde sat beside him and hugged him with a loud queak. He heard an usher tell him so shhh. He kissed his cheek "I missed you so much, and heatehr helped me find you!" He said. He kissed his cheek. "Are you mad?"

Gabe: Gabe was shocked but hugged Clyde back and kissed him on the lips softly. "Okay, baby no I'm not mad, I think it's great that your here, but we should be quiet, becuase of the show-" he explained and looked up to see Hedwig on stage, tapping her foot expectantly.  "Yes, fat jew and his jail bait.  I see you."  On stage Yitzhak very cautiously offered up one of his boots, in case she wanted to throw something.  It was just easier sometimes to have something ready.  And so she didn't start throwing the liquor bottles because that seemed so much worse.   "No no, they are safe for now, that fat Jew is my lawyer, aren't you honey?"  Hedwig smiled at Yitzak.  "Why don't you go talk Jew to him and make him pay attention to the show. ��Maybe put a muzzle on the puppy too."

Clyde: Clyde watched hedwig and waved. He super thought she was cute. He turned to Gabe wh osaid to be quiet. He wondered if he could hold his hand. He laced their fingers together and rested his cheek on his shoulder. Foster sighed and hoped Hedwig would move on with the series. He saw his son sitting back stage side to the stage coloring like he did  every night JHe was glad they got custody of him. Clyde perked up. "you got a puppy" He asked gabe when hedwig said his puppy

Clyde: move on with the show not series hah

Clyde: *his son is sitting to the side of the stage, laing on his stomach coloring and humming to hedwig music haah

Clyde: SORRY MOM IS BEING TALKY

Gabe: Gabe squeezed Clyde's hand and laughed just a little bit.  "Honey," he whispered into Clyde's ear, "You're the puppy.  Now shh, we'll talk more after the show."  Hedwig findally decided that people were paying enough attention and got the band started up again, and there was a loud cheer in the audience.

Clyde: Clyde whispered to Gabe "Where is the berlin wall? " He asked. He hummed. "And where is germany?" He kissed his cheek. He loved looking at Gabe. He coudlnt tell if Gabe was annoyed or happy to see him. He loved the show. He had never sene a show like this, he loved the music and sang alonga  little. Theo came out on stage to do the final song with Hedwig, because he loved to be pat of it. He u sually just danced around the side of the stage in a cute dress.

Gabe: Gabe just squeezed Clyde's hand when he tried to talk after that, and whispered a promise that they would talk after the show.  It really was a very powerful piece, and Hedwig was truly a fabulous performer.  Clyde did make an 'aww' sound when the little boy stumbled out on stage at the finale and After the song Hedwig went and scooped him up, dancing around wit him as the glitter fell from the ceiling.  The lights came up in the theatre and Gabe really felt like he could greet Clyde then.  He hugged him tightly and kissed him again.  "I still can't believe you're here!  Did you make it here okay? You seem okay, you surprised me so much."

Clyde: "It was scary. The plane was scary ." He pouted and kissed his lips "I got ok at work to be here for two days. They knew I missed you so so much." He gave him an eskimo kiss. "The whole plce is big and overwhelming and people are much more touchy here. Please dont leave my side." He pouted. He was glad that Gabe wasnt upset that he was here. "Did you miss me? I skipped breakgast cause I didnt know what you were going to have." Foster came over and smiled. "We are going out to eat, if you two want to join us?"

Gabe: Gabe chuckled a little, knowing he'd been gone only half of a day at this point, but it was sweet that Clyde had missed him so much.  "Oh Clyde, honey, I wish you'd told me you were coming. I would have made arrangements to get you at the airport."  He laughed softly and stroked Clyde's arm.  He looked up when Foster came over and nodded.  "Yes of course, that sounds wonderful, right Clyde?"

Clyde: "I am sorry. I shold have. I just didnt think it through." He laughed. He turned to Foster and hugged onto gabe. "YES! We want to eat dinner with you."He said. He saw hedwig and squealed. "I love your retro stories! So awesome!" he shouted. He heard a loud noise and jumped. It was just a truckIt was so loud here and big. He held onto gabe tight

Gabe: Hedwig put on a dress and touched up her makeup before coming out to see Foster and her laywer and his boy toy.  He must be good at his job though, to be able to have such a hot young thing.  Only rich men got boys like that.  "Thank you, sweetie," Hedwig simpered and touched Clyde's cheek.  "Let's go I'm starving," she said and walked off to get the cab.  Gabe couldn't help but chuckle when Clyde jumped.  "It's just a car backfiring, Clyde, I promise it's okay.  This is a loud city."

Clyde: Clyde went over to Hedwig and talked her ear off about canada and if shes ever been. He could see foster and her looking at him. He knew they wondered how he was with gabe. Most people were curioys about why they were togehter, but they rationalied it as money. He took gabes hand and kissed his knuckles. He hoped Gabe didnt thik that, even if he spent like so much money. He sat down and looked at the menu "What are you gettig, Gabe?" He asked. Foster sat down. His son was asleep and had his head on hedwigs shoulder and arms around her neck sleeping.

Gabe: Gabe was glad to be holding Clyde's hand again, even if it was still overwhelming tha Clyde was here at all.  But it was nice, regardless.   He kissed Clyde's cheek and sat down at the table, looking over the menu.  "I think I'll get the sirloin steak," he said, pointing at the item on the menu.  Hedwig seemed much calmer now that she had a sleeping baby in her arms, and she held the boy expertly with one hand and took little sips of her drink with the other, leaning over to chat softly with Foster about what she wanted to order.

Clyde: Clyde ordered the same as gabe even if he wanted the pasta. He thought it was time to let Gabe pick the meal. He told the waiter to make it exactly like Gabes and the sides the same too. He didnt evne hear gAbe's sides. Foster looked them over and lifted a brow.He ordered country fried steak and potatoes. He loved that hedwig loved his son so much, their son. The little boy loved hedwig more than his own mother. and (probably father) "so uh, Cylde is it, what do you do?" Clyde blushed, he didnt have a fancy job. "I .. I life guard."

Gabe: Gabe let out a soft sigh when Clyde ordered the same thing, but gave him a smile anyway.  He had hoped that was only a breakfast thing.   Maybe there was some way to get Clyde to budge on that thing.  "And he's going to start going to school for Graphic design, right?" he said and smiled, nudging Clyde's shoulder lightly.  "He's going to be fabulous at it."

Clyde: "Right maybe I am not very good at it." He pouted. "I rather work with dolphins and train them, but there is no ocean. " He smiled and shrugged. "But gabe think si could be a model. "He spoke up. "Oh yeah, you could. " Foster nodded. "We have theo in modeling.. He likes it. Ic an talk to the agency." He said. He looked at Hedwig. "Right?" He wanted her to confirm it was a good idea.

Gabe: Gabe gave Clyde a small smile.  "I'm sure you are.  And if you want to train for that, we can find a place you can do that too."  Gabe put a hand on Clyde's leg under the table and squeezed his thigh gently, trying to be comforting.  Hedwig looked over Clyde for a moment, like she was assessing each and every one of his flaws and then after awhile shrugged.  "Yes, I think he'd do fine.  He'd book enough work I think."

[latinalesbi]

How do you know that was Sherri & Teri unscripted last episode ?

They won’t script the behavior of party participants, they might tell them where to stand but I can’t imagine all that being scripted at all.\

Anonymous said:                                                                      I definitely feel like they cut a scene when stef and Lena were talking to mike at the party. It felt way too short and the scene we did get didn’t really reflect the promo pictures.   

I think it might have been shortened. The pictures don’t always match up with what was shot. At least we have that affection from pictures.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Do you think they would make Aaron abusive ? You say he’s controlling so could that he a sigh ? Plus they haven’t covered that.

It’s a story they haven’t written. From where I am sitting, it’s classic controlling relationship. If all of Callie’s exes are there lol, he’s going to blow…

                                                                                  Anonymous said:                                                                      I liked tonight’s episode. It wasn’t the best obviously, but Stef and Lena had some sweet moments together. I did miss the scene that we saw in the promotional pictures, with them talking to Mike. They probably cut that scene out. But a couple of things are bothering me. First of all, when Lena came home and everyone was having dinner, Stef and Lena didn’t kiss! That was the perfect opportunity. Is that not something partners do? My parents always use to kiss each other when they came home.

Secondly, did you see Stef pull Lena close and kiss her on the cheek at about 20 minutes in? They were in the background and it was when Ana and Gabe were talking and Jesus was just leaving. I actually think it was Teri kissing Sherri, and it was really cute. Why can’t that be something they do in the show? Teri and Sherri obviously don’t mind, the chemistry is there!! 

And thirdly, I miss them showing affection to each other. I want to see them kiss, hug, make love. Or laying in each others arms. I am 23 years old and it is baffling to me that this show is the only show where there are 2 moms raising a family. I want to see myself represented, and I want to see a family that I once hope to have. I hope the writers understand how important it is. Sorry about the rant, lol. I just needed a platform to express how I feel and your tumblr is perfect for that.

I liked it too! They were sweet, funny and domestic. I know some claim we want to see the L Word, I never have said that. I want it to be realistic and comparable to straight couples. I also noticed that Lena coming home required a kiss and it was odd that it wasn’t scripted. This is where realism fails to pass the test. Second point, yikes thanks to you anon for pointing it out, as soon as I read your anon, I went to gif so thank you for that. I would have never rewatched that scene. When I saw it, I don’t think I looked at the screen. Third point, realism. I miss it too and we aren’t getting it in the finale :( It’s very sad. I am much older and I want to see that too. I am starting to have that family now. I am one month into foster parenting, and yeah  we are finally less exhausted and missing sex lol. With teenagers that don’t need the same care, Stef and Lena can manage! And kissing, no excuse for it being completely missing. Mike and Ana have established date night, but Stef and Lena haven’t? Come on!

And thank you, you are always welcome to rant here!

Anonymous said:                                                                      Oh man the Tess storyline could’ve been so good but they decided to sideline the story and give us bio parents shit   

Yeah, this story hasn’t picked up at all. It has to go onto next season or I don’t really see the point. I mean, Tess is the next door neighbor, she’s not going anywhere.

Anonymous said:                                                                      I feel like there might be a blacklash when Callie and Aaron break up cause some people might say it’s transphobia but it isn’t.    

Yeah, there could be, but they should have picked up on that earlier and pitched for Cole to be the boyfriend. Aaron was this guy from the moment he showed up. The thing is if anyone has earned the right to tell different lgbt stories, it’s the fosters. I never had a problem with making Monte a bad person. I still think she is.

 Anonymous said:                                                                      The preview for next week only proves what you and so many other people have been saying - Aaron is really controlling. Now he thinks he gets to dictate who Callie can or cannot be friends with? And he’s a huge hypocrite because Callie & AJ were dating when he decided to disrespect their relationship by pursuing her even after she told him she had a boyfriend - to the point of being openly hostile and rude to AJ for no reason. I hope Aaron

Well, people are saying it now, but they weren’t saying it before. I never liked Aaron because of the way he behaved with AJ. He reminded me of this guy who broke up my friend’s marriage by being that friend who listened who confirmed her every suspicion and was always there to tell her she deserved better. Well, they did hook up after her divorce but it did not last. Clearly.

Anonymous said:                                                                      I really enjoyed all the Callie and AJ stuff tonight. I wish they would just let Callie be single and work on herself, but if they insist on her being with someone I prefer AJ. He’s good for her because like you’ve mentioned, he calls her out on her BS when she needs it. But can also be really supportive. And they have a nice chemistry, I think. More than this weird forced stuff with Aaron, who is very controlling. 

Yes, ideally Callie would take her mom’s suggestions and be alone and listen to her own voice. Boys don’t have to tell you how to feel. I think the chemistry with AJ was easier, this thing with Aaron has been forced and not organic.  

Anonymous said:                                                                      Trying to make Gabe (and a bunch of other equally unnecessary, irrelevant characters) happen is easily the worst decision this show has made. I enjoyed that we got to see Stef & Lena talk stuff out tonight (and how sad is it that I saw that as a win and not a given?) but all the Gabe-Ana-Mike nonsense, like. No. Why? I hope Gabe is gone for good. They need to stop wasting valuable screentime on folks whose last name is not Adams Foster.

I don’t even understand why he took up screen time. I think he made Jesus worse and he’s a terrible example. I think this show has conveniently forgotten that 1. Gabe was a drug dealer and Ana was high. They would never have been able to raise twins together. 2. Those grandparents, knowing what I know now, the system would have tracked them down and offered them the kids. I don’t even know what excuse they used on the show, but they would have gotten the kids.

Ok back to Gabe, he’s not a better person now, he can’t hold a job, a home, he still dates people who are not age appropriate, or appropriate period. And he takes advice from an invested teenager with a tbi. He deserved that egg on his face.

Anonymous said:                                                                      it always feels like Gabe is only Jesus’ birth father, not Mariana’s. Like the guy leaves and write a letter to just Jesus ? Since he came it always felt like that. And I don’t understand why exactly Jesus would want his birth parents to get back together…. ? Why does he care ?             

This is another problem, the whole thing has been obnoxiously heterosexually gendered. A boy needs a father and a girl needs a mother. I don’t get why he’s suddenly invested. It’s not going to change the fact that he was raised in foster homes and left to die in a crib. It certainly has not made his current situation any better. He unleashes his anger at people who have tried to help him but the people that hurt him, he worships. I am over Jesus, probably forever. It’s been gross.

                                                                         Anonymous said:                                                                      these kids doesn’t care about Stef and Lena. Jesus wants his birth parents to get back together, he is so invested in that. Brandon did a lot for Mike, but they never pay that much attention to their moms. They don’t do nice things for them. When Stef and Lena were going in couple therapy, the kids knew but no one did something to help. I didn’t see Brandon looking for them as he did for Mike in this episode. I’m sad for Lena and Stef, they are all alone.             

I didn’t think of it that way but yep, they have never done anything for Stef and Lena, they got flowers or some shit. They take them for granted and essentially spit on them. It would even be ok if they didn’t bend over backwards for the bio parents. That’s what makes it disturbing.

Anonymous said:                                                                      I know you’re a fan of Stef and Lena, but I can’t be the only who is annoyed by the fact the characters that aren’t in the main cast get far more screen time than Jude?? Jude is not even in every episode, and when he is it’s like 5 minutes max. It’s ridiculous. 

Yes, I am annoyed. I’d rather see Mike than Gabe. I rather see Jude than Aaron. I think Aaron more than any other boyfriend has gotten so much airtime. I think that it’s probably Aaron and Gabe have had more screen time than Jude. I don’t know why the writers are so intent on worshipping Noah, David and Maia. They are just not that great or better than Cierra and Jude. Certainly not more deserving of time. Noah is absent and they mention it 30 times. Jude is gone and not a peep because he’s not important. It’s ironic that a show with 3 gay showrunners has marginalized it’s gay characters for heteronormativity.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Do you think Stef and Lena will go to prom together since it appears Stef is dressed up during the next episode??            

It might make some sense for Lena to do so but I don’t think so. I think they are at home with Tess and husband and the adults have drama there. I think big things will be revealed here, but so far this hasn’t been much about Tess. If Tess has feelings, then it’s about Tess and not Stef and that’s just not as interesting. I’d like to see the couples be friends, not sure I’ll get it.

Back to Prom. I think Callie calls in Stef to protect Ximena. Ximena may be in cuffs but it might be Stef’s way of keeping her out of Ice’s hands.

Anonymous said:                                                                      I know that Stef loves Lena, but do you think she still have feelings for Tess. And will Tess be in the finale??             

I don’t think she has feelings. Nothing this season has even hinted at that. I think she still feels that teenage rejection but it’s not the issue here. Tess will be in the finale.

Anonymous said:                                                                      First let me say…I think you’re doing an amazing job balancing your time between raising your foster kids and still maintaining your blog!!! I have always valued your insight into the show and especially Stef and Lena. So, I would love to hear how you think the 5A Season Finale plays out. Do you think Tess admits she had feelings for Stef, too. Or do you think the episode will be based solely on the teenagers?? Finally, do you think the Fosters will be renewed for a sixth season. Thanks…     

Thank you so much! It has helped that I took a month off work. It’s letting me get used to routines and the fosters will be over next week, just in time for me to go back to work.

I think we’ll get a good chunk of time at the Adams Foster house for a prom adult party. I don’t know why Tess’ son and his date have to leave from their house but they do and clearly their parents must be there. I think we’ll get a follow up about what has happened so far, but I am like 50/50 on what Tess intentions are. And that’s either poor writing or acting, or both. I can’t read her at all and the show hasn’t been building towards anything. I imagine we’ll find out why Tess moved and we’ll find out her true feelings about Stef in her youth. Then Stef gets a call from Callie about Ximena and she goes to fix that situation because god forbid they just have a normal prom. I am amazed it wasn’t a bomb or something. That’s next I am sure.

Season six? I don’t know, Brad said something the other day that sounded less sure than it did the week before. The ratings are in freefall and I am not sure they will. That will be really sad but you know, I can live with 5 season, especially if Teri and Sherri keep being insulted.

Anonymous said:                                                                      Do you think Callie and Aaron will break up in the next episode?            

Not likely, but they should.

[girl-next-door-writes]

Even Angels Fall

Characters: Gabriel x Reader

Summary: Angels and falling are usually not such a great combination but perhaps not every fall has to be a bad thing.

Word Count: 2017 words

How had he got here?  Standing in front of his brother with an angel blade plunged into his stomach there was only one thought that crossed his mind and that was of you.  Gabriel had spent so long avoiding this, trying not to get involved in the war that had been raging and he had been doing so well laying low, he’d really thought he might make it through to see the endgame but then he saw you.  

Standing trapped in a ring of holy oil he had been glaring at the moron brothers when she had appeared in his peripheral vision and his eyes had flicked to you momentarily.  That was all it had taken for you to capture his attention. He was intrigued by the girl whose face in the firelight was the type of thing that inspired the great artists to create masterpieces.  No matter how often he tried to keep his gaze on the Winchesters he found himself drawn to you and when you spoke, oh man, the way you had sassed Dean, that had earned you his full attention.  

In the coming months he had heard you praying to him.  Mostly like little one sided conversations telling him about your day, about what stupid shit your companions had been pulling.  He looked forward to those moments, had wondered how you would react if he just showed up to talk in person.  It had been in the early hours of the morning when you had been driving back from a hunt that he had finally taken the chance.  You stopped for gas and yet another coffee and as you wandered out across the brightly lit forecourt your face lit up with a bright smile as you saw him leaning against your Dodge.  He had stayed with you for the entire journey back to the bunker and the pair of you talked about everything and anything except the elephant in the car.  That night he had found a new kind of hope as he discovered your faith in him.  Gabriel began to think maybe there was a way out of the seemingly hopeless situation, you could be right, it was entirely possible he was so much more than he thought.  

Your prayers to him continued but were now accompanied by text messages and late night chats.  There were many nights sat in a bar somewhere where he regaled you with fantastical tales and you laughed and looked at him with such wonder he never wanted your time together to end.  Eventually, the conversations had turned to family and after you had listened to his entire recount of his situation he looked up to see you frowning at him, a look of confusion and possibly a little disappointment that damn near broke his heart.  “You walked away?”  

“There are some things you can’t fix sugar.  Some things are inevitable.”

“Nah.” You scrunched up your nose and shook your head.  “That’s not the real reason you walked away.”  His eyes met yours across the table and without a seconds thought the truth left his lips.

“I was scared.  I’m a huge coward so I ran and hid.”  The confession made him feel ashamed and he couldn’t look at you, instead he concentrated his gaze at the drink in his hand until he felt your hand lightly wrapping around his and his head shot up in surprise.

“It’s okay to be scared Gabe.  I get scared.  I don’t believe you’re a coward though.  A little misguided, possibly overwhelmed, a little lost maybe but not a coward.”  Your words were like a direct hit to the part of him that housed his self-loathing and he was amazed at how fast you could just take his shame away.    

As you spent more time together he felt himself changing, wanting to change and there were moments he didn’t even recognize himself.  Where once he relished dealing out his particular brand of justice he now had more understanding, found a better way to help people, choosing more to make the victims life better rather than punishing the perpetrators.  Beneath it all, though, was a dull ache, a pain he couldn’t put his finger on.  Sometimes he thought it had stopped and then, like a wave, the despair would crash over him again.  At first being in your presence soothed the ache but then, as things became more fraught, as he stood back and watched the Winchester situation tearing you apart, the dull ache turned into a sharp searing pain.  It made him hurt until he couldn’t stand it, it almost blinded him and in the moment where you sobbed into his chest he resolved to become the hero you believed him to be.  The man you needed him to be.

And so here he lay, looking up at the ceiling.  This wasn’t the end, not by a long shot.  He wasn’t known as a trickster for nothing honey.  The thing with the silhouette of the wings scorched into the floor had been a stroke of genius even if he did say so himself.  He’d given it his best shot and lived to see another apocalypse but as he had stood in front of his brother he knew that you had been wrong, he was a coward and the reason behind his sudden bravery, that terrified him more than the thought of coming up against Lucifer again.  As far as everyone was concerned he was dead and that was the way it should stay.  

So, Gabriel did what he does best, he ran.  He went as far away as he could and cut all contact with you.  That way he would be safe and these feelings, whatever they were, would go away and the pain would stop.  Only that’s not really how it works.  It took a whole six months but, eventually, he turned up on his dad’s doorstep looking tired and defeated, his usually blindingly bright soul dimmed. His whiskey coloured eyes met his father’s brilliant blues and he didn’t have to say a word.  Chuck pulled his son into his arms and held him tightly. Sure, he’d never win any parenting awards but since he had been back on the radar he had been trying his best to begin to put some things right.  Leading his son inside he poured him a hot cup of tea.  “For some reason, in moments like this, it helps to drink tea.” Gabriel took the mug gratefully, wrapping his hands around and allowing the warmth of the beverage to heat his hands. Lifting the cup to his lips he tasted the sweetness of hot chocolate and closing his eyes just allowed himself to be in that moment.  “You have questions.” Chuck watched his son intently, expecting the same things he had been asked over and over since he had been found and he prepared to launch into his standard answers when Gabriel surprised him by going way off script.

“Why do I feel like this? Millennia of indulging in any and every pleasure your humans have to offer, and even including a few new ones, and not once have I felt so weak and empty.  What’s wrong with me?” His despairing eyes met Chucks and a part of him wanted his father to fix it, stop this pain in his chest that had been growing every day since he had confronted Lucifer.  He had even wondered if that Angel Blade hadn’t nicked something causing this feeling within him.  Looking at the archangel thoughtfully a soft smile began to spread across Chucks face.

“Gabriel, you are in love.” He chuckled at the confused and slightly horrified look on his sons face. “What?  You thought it would be all hearts and flowers?”

“Definitely more sex.” Gabriel’s dry sense of humor was still very much intact and his response was almost automatic causing a sigh and eyeroll from his father.

“It’s no fairytale, take it from me, but if it were all smooth sailing then would it be worth it?”  Chuck leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his brew as Gabe leaned forward and placed his face in his hands.  He knew of love.  He loved his family and look how well that had all turned out.  No.  This needed fixing as soon as possible.  He was just about to ask what could be done when Chuck leaned forward and patted him on the knee. “Love is all consuming and painful and amazing.  She drives you crazy right?  Calls you on your shit?  Puts you through hell but as soon as she smiles at you it’s like you’re right back there in heaven?  You don’t feel right if she’s not near, want to keep her safe and make her happy? You would do absolutely anything for her, even if that is a suicide mission to confront your brother? That’s love.”

“If this is love then I don’t want it. Take it back, take it away.” Gabriel looked at his father in desperation.  “This… this is driving me insane.  You really want to deal with an insane archangel?  She makes me laugh one minute and cry the next.  I feel like the world is spinning out of control and there’s nothing I can do about it, no solid hand hold.”

“Enjoy the ride.  It is crazy but, man, if she feels the same way, there are very few things that can match that.  A human has got passed your defenses, you spent so much time amongst them Gabriel it was bound to happen one day and this girl, oh this girl Gabriel…” Chuck trailed off shaking his head with such a warm smile as he saw the impact she would have on his lonely and lost son, the son who deep down wanted nothing more than a loving family life.  “That lack of control is terrifying, especially for a being who is used to being pretty much all powerful, I get that but if she can make you feel this way then maybe you should embrace the fall.  You never know, you might end up soaring.”    

Standing in the parking lot of some nondescript flea pit of a motel he leaned back against the Impala and took a deep breath.  The door to one of the rooms opened and you bounded out, giggling at something Sam had said and the sound of your laughter was like music to his wounded soul.  Dean was the first to spot him.  His face went stony and his jaw set.  Cas had heard a rumor that Gabriel was still alive but they had found no evidence to back that up and believe me you had tried to find even the smallest shred of hope that he would come back to you.  Deans slight pause in step had Sam glance at his brother and then follow his gaze, stopping him in his tracks as his eyebrows raised and his eyes widened before he looked down at you.  A look of confusion crossed your face as you looked at your friends and then over at the Impala and you took in a sharp intake of breath before sprinting across the short distance between you pulling up short and studying him warily.  Once you seemed satisfied that he was infact there you reached back and brought your arm around in an arch, the sound of your hand connecting with his cheek resounded over the space and Dean smirked.  “You fucking asshole!” you cried at him causing him to recoil but before he could zap his way out of there your lips had found his and your arms were wrapped around his neck.  The juxtaposition of your actions had his head reeling and it took a moment before he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close and returning your kiss. He couldn’t blame you for being angry, he was a little cross with himself for missing out on all the time when you could have been doing this!  His dad had been right, maybe falling wasn’t always such a bad thing.

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more than just a game for two | chapter 2

Iris and Amy switch places.

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Amy stepped off the plane, groggy and tired from the long flight. She’d never flown alone before and the entire experience had been something she didn’t care to repeat. Iris had told her that her father, Garcia, had been called in on a job and wouldn’t be able to pick her up from the airport. She likely wouldn’t see him for a couple more days. Instead, she looked for the face that matched the photo in her pocket.

“Iris!”

Amy looked up to see Iris’ Uncle Gabriel pushing through the crowd, a small bouquet of pink lilies in hand – Iris’ favourite flower.

“Uncle Gabe!” She rushed over to him, falling into his arms.

“You look fantastic. What did you do to your hair?”

“I cut it. Do you like it?”

“I love it. And…did you pierce your ears?”

“Maybe.”

“You go to camp for one summer and suddenly you come back an American. I can’t believe it.”

Amy grinned. “You’re an American, remember?”

“Don’t remind me,” Gabe fake shuddered before smiling down at her. “Let’s go, kid.”

Despite her fatigue, Amy couldn’t help but stare around her with eyes wide. The language, the smells, the people; it was all so strange and colourful.

Iris had spoken to Amy in Croatian as often as possible, getting her familiar with the tone and cadence of the language. She’d even gone so far as to teach the girl short phrases, making her twin repeat them over and over until no traces of an American accent remained. And yet that had paled in comparison to being immersed in the language.

It wasn’t only the sounds. At one point they drove by the ocean, the water a shade of glimmering blue Amy had never seen before. The sun reflected from the deep sea and Amy got the urge to run from the car, splashing deep into the water. 

“It’s so beautiful here,” she sighed.

“Not only do you come back American, but a tourist!”

Amy held back a grimace.

“What can I say? Camp made me appreciate home,” she gave Gabe an innocent smile.

It wasn’t much longer before they pulled up to a small townhouse, sitting pretty on a street with flowering trees. Gabe gave Amy the house keys before grabbing her bags from the trunk. She walked up the steps and, taking a deep breath, she slid the key into the lock and twisted the door open.

It was like walking into a stranger’s home, which Amy supposed was exactly what she was doing. The house was filled with sunlight, making it large and inviting. She swept through each room, trailing her fingers across the furniture and scanning through family photos. There were so many photos.

A large family portrait hung over the fireplace in the living room. Baby Iris sat cuddled in her mother’s arms; a beautiful woman with short blonde hair and a heart-warming smile. Iris’ father stood beside her, a hand around her mother’s waist, chin resting on her shoulder as he started at baby Iris in wonder. Amy swallowed hard as a lump formed in her throat.

A shadow cast over the photo as Gabriel stood behind her. She turned away from the image and gave him a watery smile.

“So, what’s for lunch?”

She disappeared into Iris’ room after eating her fill, wriggling around on the bed and trying to make it her own. It wasn’t long before the long trip caught up to her and she fell asleep, a few hours later to a dark figure lurking beside her bed.

Amy screamed, jumping out of the bed and running to the window. She flicked the latch and struggled to pull the window up high enough for her to slip through.

A deep laugh sounded behind her and she paused. “It’s only me, draga.”

“Oh my god, you scared me,” Amy said, raising a hand to her heart where she could feel it pounding out of her chest.

Garcia flipped the switch and light illuminated the dark room. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

His smile was wide and her heart instantly slowed in response. Garcia opened his arms and Amy flew to him with no hesitation. Her arms barely reached around his waist as his encircled her so perfectly.

Amy knew that Garcia wasn’t her dad. Her father was a man who signed his name on the dotted line and then decided that he wasn’t ready for the picket fence after all. Her father was a man who couldn’t step up to the plate. Yet still, for a second she allowed herself to fantasise.

“I missed you, tata,” she whispered against his shoulder.

“I missed you, too. What did you do to your hair?”

Amy laughed as she pulled away, tears clutching to her eyelashes. He lightly touched the ends of her hair, tucking it gently behind one ear.

“Is that…did you pierce your ears?”

“A girl I met at camp did it.  Do you hate it?”

“Of course not! I love it. Any other surprise? Belly-button rings, tattoos...? Please don’t tell me you have a tattoo, my old heart couldn’t take it.”

Amy grinned at him and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for another hug.

“Come on, let’s go get some dinner and you can tell me all about your adventures.”

“Oh yes,” Amy groaned, “I’m starving.”

**

The flight to California was much quicker than the one from Croatia had been and in next to no time at all Iris was walking towards the beautiful, grinning woman that was waiting for her at the baggage claim area. Lucy’s grin lit up her eyes and Iris gave her an anxious smile in return as her stomach clenched.

“Welcome home, honey!”

Lucy opened her arms wide and Iris had no choice but to drop her bags and let herself be enveloped into the hug.

The only memories she had of her mother were of the stories her father had told her. Stories of how much her mother loved her, how much she wanted her. A beautiful woman singing stunning lullabies to her little girl as she held her tight to her chest. But those were all second hand memories; nothing could compare to the real thing.

Iris dug her face into the crook of Lucy’s neck, squeezing her arms tighter around Amy’s mum.

“I hope you had a terrible time because you’re never going back! I missed you too much,” Lucy murmured into Iris’ hair.

“That’s what you say every year…Mum,” voice muffled.

“Well this year I mean it.”

They reluctantly let go and Lucy rested her hands on Iris’ shoulders, taking a good, long look at her.

“Something’s changed. Did you get taller?”

Iris laughed as she shrugged. “So how is everybody?”

“Good! A lot has happened around here, I can’t wait to fill you in.”

“A lot has happened to me, too, Mum. I feel like I’m practically a new woman!”

“A new woman? Hmm, I could have sworn when you went to camp you were a young girl.”

Lucy softly tugged at a strand of Iris’ hair with a fond smile, before grabbing the girl’s duffel bag. Wrapping an arm around Iris’ shoulder, they walked over to the car.

“Thanks for all those amazing letters, by the way,” Lucy said as they were driving home. “I’m really glad I bought you all of that personalised stationery you just had to have.”

“We meant to write, Mum, but we just got so busy with…”

“We?”

“Oh, me and my friend. I met this girl at camp and we got really close. Practically like sisters! She’s a lovely girl.”

Lucy glanced at Iris out of the side of her eyes. “Lovely? At least you still bite your nails so I know they haven’t swapped you with a pod person.”

“I really do need to stop, Mum. It’s a horrid habit, it really is.”

“Horrid habit?” Lucy laughed. “Did I send you to summer camp or finishing school? And why do you keep saying ‘Mum’?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise I was doing it, Mum,” she grimaced. “Sorry, Mum.”

They both laughed as Lucy rolled her eyes.

“Sorry, I just…I missed being able to use that word. I haven’t been able to say the word ‘mum’ all of camp. And a mum is an irreplaceable person in a girls’ life, don’t you think?”

Lucy smiled, a little wistful, and pulled Iris closer. “You’re 100% right.”

Mason was waiting for them as they pulled up to Amy’s house. The large golden retriever let out a loud, delighted bark as he saw the car roll down the driveway. Iris smiled wide as the dog struggled to run to the car, forgetting in his excitement that he was tied to the banister of the porch and couldn’t go anywhere, no matter how hard he pulled on the leash. Jiya appeared from inside the house and waved at the car with a big grin before leaning down to untie Mason. He shot off, yapping and barking, leaping up onto the passenger side door, paws slipping down.

“You better not scratch the paint, Mason,” Lucy groaned as she got out of the car.

Eyes bright, Iris opened the door carefully. Mason backed away, excitedly turning in circles as Iris got out of the car, and then pounced, nose wiggling as he smelled every inch of her. Iris giggled as his wet nose tickled at her exposed skin.

A few seconds later, Mason paused and sat on his back legs, head cocked in confusion. He let out a single bark before suspiciously backing away further.

“What’s up with you, goofball?” Jiya asked as she walked over. “Well if you don’t want to say hello, I will!”

With that, the darker woman pulled Iris into a hug, almost lifting the girl off her feet.

“Hello gorgeous! You’ve grown, you’ve lost weight, you look beautiful, we’ve missed you. Don’t let your sappy mother talk you out of going back to camp, okay? You’re a growing girl.  You need adventure.  Are you hungry?  I made chicken curry,” Jiya let Iris go and looked into her eyes. “Why are you so quiet? Is everything okay?”

Iris nodded. “I’m just really happy to be home.”

But Jiya wasn’t convinced and she pursed her lips. “You’ve changed Ames. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there is definitely something different about you.”

Later that afternoon, Lucy knocked on the door to Amy’s room before popping her head in. “Hi sweetheart. Have you unpacked?”

Iris looked up from where she was playing a video game in bed and nodded. “Most of it went straight to the wash.”

“Okay well get cleaned up. Jiya invited her new boyfriend to dinner.”

“Boyfriend?”

“It’s kind of new. Go on, he’ll be here soon.”

Iris quickly showered and changed into a fresh pair of jeans and plain white t-shirt. Creeping back downstairs, she snuck over to the dining room where she could hear the sound of a man laughing. Peeking around the door frame, she saw Lucy and Jiya sitting at the dinner table with two men.

The man sitting beside Jiya had dark skin and a kind face. He was looking at Jiya as if he couldn’t believe that she wanted to be near him at all, let alone right next to him. They were having a quiet conversation, in their own world.

The second man sat next to Amy’s mother and it was his laughter Iris had heard earlier. He sat too close to Lucy for comfort, and there was something about the way that they were looking at each other that made the hair at the back of her neck stand up. She didn’t know how she was supposed to react to the image in front of her; they hadn’t covered surprise boyfriends when Iris was learning everything she could about being Amy.

“Amy, come in,” Lucy beckoned, spying Iris loitering by the door.

A light flush coloured Iris’ cheeks, but she squared her shoulders and walked over to Lucy’s side, her eyes not leaving the unfamiliar man that sat beside the woman.

“Amy, these are Rufus and Wyatt,” Lucy pointed to each man in turn. “Rufus is Jiya’s new boyfriend.”

The darker man gave Iris a nervous grin and Iris smiled in response.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Amy,” he said,  leaning over and shaking the young girl’s hand. “I’ve heard so much about you from Jiya.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too,” Iris said before turning to the other man. “And who are you?”

“Amy, don’t be rude,” Lucy chastised, but Iris didn’t respond, eyes not moving from his as she waited for his reply.

“I’m Rufus’ friend, Wyatt.”

Wyatt smiled and it didn’t fill Iris with the same sense of comfort that Rufus’ smile had, although that likely had less to do with Wyatt than with the situation at hand. There was something fishy going on. It didn’t make sense that Rufus’ friend would tag along to meet Jiya’s ten year old goddaughter.

The five sat down for dinner and Iris studied the man who was still sitting comfortably beside Lucy. He seemed nice enough, smiling at Lucy and often pulling Iris into the conversation but she couldn’t help but dislike him on principle. She watched as Lucy smiled back at him and placed her hand on his arm.

Iris was sure he was probably a good man, but she wanted him far, far away from Lucy before he ruined everything. The entire reason for swapping places with Amy was so that they could bring their parents together, become sisters in more than blood. If this Wyatt person got involved with Lucy, the girls could kiss their plans goodbye. Amy was not going to like this.

She thought back to what her father had taught her about getting how he would investigate a case. She had to keep calm and get all the facts. Acting impulsively was as bad as not acting at all. There was nothing she could do before she learned everything she could about the situation.

“So how did this happen?” Iris blurted, interrupting the conversation.

“How did what happen, sweetheart?” Lucy asked.

“This,” Iris gestured to the dinner table. “How did everyone meet?”

“I dragged your mother to a club after she dropped you off at camp,” Jiya said, refilling her glass of water. “You know how she gets when you’re away and I thought a little music and alcohol would help.”

“That’s not exactly the lesson I want you teaching my daughter, Jiya,” Lucy intercepted.

Jiya laughed and winked at Iris who forced a smile in return.

“Rufus was there with Wyatt and we all just hit it off.”

“Cool,” she shrugged, before shovelling another forkful of macaroni into her mouth in true Amy fashion. She decided to talk it over with her twin before she did anything drastic.

**

A couple of hours later, halfway around the world, a house phone rang. The sun had barely risen and the family was still getting ready for the day. Everyone paused, confused at the sound.

“Can somebody find and pick up the phone, please?” Garcia yelled from the top of the stairs where he was trying to securely fasten his tie.

“Why do you still have a home phone?” Gabriel yelled in response before locating the phone. “Halo? … Iris?”

“Yes?” Amy asked as she walked past, a piece of toast in hand.

“That’s weird,” he said to her before returning to the phone in his hand. “I’m sorry, who were you after? … Iris? Of course, just a moment.”

He handed the phone to Amy.

“There’s a Denise Christopher for you. She sounds like she could be your twin.”

“My twin? LOL, Uncle Gabe,” she laughed as she put the phone to her ear. “Hello? Oh, Denise, how are you?”

LOL? Gabe mouthed as he walked away.

“Hey! How’s it going over there?” The real Iris asked from the other end of the line.

“Oh, everything’s lovely here. Can you…hold on for a moment?” Amy asked as she stuffed herself in the coat closet with the phone. “Okay, now I can talk. Oh my god, your dad is incredible. He’s so tall and funny and smart and he was telling me a little about his latest case over dinner last night and it sounded so cool! He-”

“Your mother is dating!” Iris blurted, interrupting Amy from her rant filled with all things she already knew.

“What? No she isn’t.” Amy picked at a thread on the dark wool coat in front of her.

“Jiya has a new boyfriend and he came for dinner last night with his friend. Your mum wouldn’t stop smiling at him. It was disgusting.”

“You must be seeing things. My mum hasn’t been interested in anyone since dad left. She wouldn’t start now.”

“Look I know what I saw. We need to switch back.”

“Now? Are you nuts? I’ve only had like a day with your dad. I’m just getting to know what it’s like to have a real dad. It’s not time, not happening.”

“You think I don’t want to spend more time with your mother? She’s beautiful and amazing, and her hugs are incredible, but I don’t want to mess something up.”

“Okay fine. I’ll think of something and call you back. Or Facebook you like a normal person. The house phone, Iris? Really?”

[pviane]

PROLOGUE - Mercy76 week - Day 6: AU - Star Wars

Here is my AU for Mercy76 week. I just imagined a story that brings together Mercy76 with one of my favorite franchises: Star Wars.

Quick Warning: I follow the Legends continuity, also known as Expanded universe, so many references might be lost to many. Feel free to leave a comment and I’ll gladly clarify!

It is rough and rushed, but I hope you’ll enjoy it!

The Star Destroyer Reaper and its escort fleet exited hyperspace in the Outer Rim system of Besberra. Inside the ship, a siren alerted the crew and garrison that they had arrived at their destination. Inside the barracks, the Storm Commando of the Reaper’s Stormtrooper detachment prepared for the oncoming mission. The elite unit had been chosen to perform a thorough reconnaissance on the planet in search of a certain HVT (High Value Target). The target in question presented characteristic that required the expertise that only a special force like them could provide.

One of them sat apart from them, deep in thoughts. He was staring at his black helmet, wandering what lied ahead of them. On the reflective surface of the wide visor, he could see the reflection of his own blue eyes and blonde hair

“Are you thinking about it again, aren’t you Jack?”

The voice of a fellow commando snapped the blonde soldier out of his trance, looking up he faced his comrade. He could recognize that goatee and dark, scarred face everywhere.

“Some things don’t go away, Gabe.” Jack responded

“You have to get over it! We did what we had to do, for the Empire, for peace!”

“So why this doesn’t make it any easier?”

“I don’t know, my friend,” Gabriel said, putting on his helmet “but we have to go now. There’s a mission to complete!”

Jack sighed and put on his helmet as well. Now they were identical, black faceless tools of the will of the Emperor.

An officer briefed the squad on the Sentinel Shuttle on its way to the surface:

“The Imperial Intelligence has collected a rumor of possible Jedi activity on Besberra. I.I. repost states that numerous locals reported unnatural events that match archive information on Jedi abilities. Since this is still unconfirmed, the High Command believed it was not necessary to ask the Inquisitorium for an official Inquisitor to investigate the matter. However since there is still a possibility the rumors are true Grand Moff Tarkin authorized the deployment of Storm Commando squad to locate this Jedi or Jedi impersonator.”

A concerned voice raised from the ranks.

“Are we supposed to… engage the target sir?”

The officer looked down to the soldier that asked the question.

“If the target resists arrest you are required to use lethal force! All Jedi are enemies if the Empire and must be executed on sight! Now, do you have any stupid questions, THX-7676?”

At the mentions of his number, the whole shuttle began to murmur. Jack has earned himself quite a reputation for his efficiency and courage among the ranks of the Stormtrooper Corps where many heard the stories of the exploit of “76”.

Jack looked straight ahead of him, away from the officer.

“No sir!” he laconically replied.

“As I thought!” The officer concluded, “Men, you know your orders. Now execute them, for the glory of the Empire!”

The transport landed on a landing bay in the middle of the main spaceport on the planet, in the temperate zone. The Jedi was reported hiding in the outskirts of the city and the Storm Commandos marched on the suburbs escorted by a pair of AT-ST.

Jack looked up at the bipedal walkers looming over the roofs of the one-store houses of the neighborhood. Were they necessary? They were after one man after all. Despite being born in the times of the Old Republic, Jack lived in a middle rim word that provided food and supplies to the Grand Army of the Republic and had not experienced the Clone Wars first hand. Thus, he never saw a Jedi in his life but the tales of their abilities and fighting skills maybe warranted for such firepower.

Once they arrived in the general area of the sightings, they began searching door to door in pairs for this elusive “Jedi”. Paired with Gabriel, Jacks performed this task with little enthusiasm, trying to cause as little damage and discomfort to the local as possible. Gabe on the other hand relentlessly executed the search, often resorting to violence both verbal and physical to learn the whereabouts of the Jedi. Despite his ruthless efficiency, they were not able to get any more intel on their HVT and many people were arrested for resisting when they stated they knew nothing of any Jedi. Jack could only watch as Stormtroopers carried innocents away for not helping the Empire.

They were almost done with their sweep when Jack stopped in front of a house. There was nothing particular about that building. It resembled the dozens of white one-story houses they already searched.

However, Jack felt had a strange sensation. It felt like that house was calling him, drawing him inside.

Gabriel stepped beside him.

“Something wrong Jack?”

“No, nothing” He answered shaking his head “But… let me check this next one alone, it won’t take long!”

Gabriel stared at his friend, damning the helmet that prevented him from seeing his face

“Ok, but be quick. I have a bad feeling about this!”

Jack saluted his friend and marched towards the house, clutching his trusted E-11 Blaster.

The door was unlocked and Jack decided to sneak in instead of loudly announcing himself, as per standard Imperial protocol. Moving cautiously, he searched for its occupants. The house itself was simply arranged, almost barren, with little decorations. Laid around were numerous gift baskets, and he could not walk without having to check his movements to not knock down a vase of flowers. Such an occurrence happened in the kitchen where his rifle hit a vase of Sunflowers on the counter, which almost fell to the ground. Only his fast reflexes avoided the shattering of the vase on the floor.

A noise coming form the backyard attracted his attention. Moving even more cautiously he approached the doorway that lead outside. Taking cover behind the wall, he peeked outside, in the garden behind the house. There was someone there: a little girl and a person wrapped in a robe with a hood on his head. The girl was crying due to a nasty cut on her forearm and Jack felt very sorry for her. The other person was standing in front of her, listening to the story of how the girl was injured. Jack could not hear the full details, but apparently, it was a gardening accident. After the girl finished her tale, the robed figure took her arm in its hands and a strange glow appeared to come from them. Before his very eyes Jack saw the blood drying and the wound closing without any contact with that person’s hands nor the use of any bacta or healing tool.

As the wound closed, the girl stopped crying and looked at her arm in awe. The cloaked figure pet her head and send her on her way. Jack waited for the girl to leave the garden, and then he left his cover and pointed his blaster at the person with the hood.

“FREEZE!” he ordered, “Don’t move! I don’t know what that was, but it sure ain’t natural. In the name of the Empire, you are under arrest, Jedi! Now remove the cloak and turn around, slowly!”

The robed figure froze itself and followed Jack’s orders. A pair of slender arms reached for the large hood and slowly pulled it back. Underneath it, they revealed long blonde hair that descended well beyond the shoulders, with a pair of braids tied behind the head in a knot. After removing the hood the mysterious individual, which happened to be a woman, slowly turned around towards Jack. What he saw surprised him beyond all his expectations.

It was indeed a woman he was holding at gunpoint. She was beautiful, the fairest female he had ever saw. Her long golden hair he saw before shimmered in the sunlight, giving her a heavenly aura. Despite having a blaster pointed at her, she was not scared. On the contrary, she was defiant and looked directly at Jack. Her face ensnared him and her sapphire eyes seemed to tore a hole through his visor and reach his own. It seemed she could stare into his soul, and she did not look happy.

She did not answer at first, and then she spoke to him.

“You are mistaken, I am no Jedi. The Jedi Order is no more. Your empire see to that!”

“We have been looking for you Jedi! You are coming with me!” he tried to say, managing to somewhat keep a hold on himself in front of such an otherworldly beauty.

“Why are you doing this?”

Her question hit him like a train. He never asked himself that question, despite wanting to do it for a long time. Why was he doing this? Why was he trying to arrest a woman, no an angel, that was just helping sick and injured people? How could a person like this be a threat to the Empire?

His self-doubt grew each passing second. In service to the Empire, he did despicable things, some hunting him to this day and now, in front of that woman, they all came back to him.

“I… I don’t know!” he admitted

“I can feel the conflict inside you. You are not what the Empire has made you! I feel you are a good man, whoever you are. Leave me alone, please. Leave this place in peace!” she said as she closed in and put a hand on his blaster, pushing it away from her.

Jack knew she was right, as much as he hated to admit it. However, he felt he could not live her. He felt a connection to her, a deep link that bind him to her. He could not tell why or how, but he felt… attracted to this mysterious woman. That woman made him feel something he thought he lost forever…

He stared down at her begging eyes. He wanted to get rid of the helmet, tell her she was right and that he wanted to stay there forever. However, he was completely dumbstruck, unable to process the overwhelming feelings growing inside him.

In that moment, Gabriel busted in, tired of waiting and worried for his friend. Upon seeing them in the garden, he pointed the weapon at the blonde woman.

“FREEZE, hands where I can see them!” he shouted, closing in with his blasted ready. He looked at Jack, frozen in place, and at the woman touching his weapon with impunity. Shacking his friend, Gabriel tried to get a response from him.

“Hey buddy, what’s wrong? Are you alright?” he asked. Receiving no response, he turned to the woman.

“What have you done to him? Eh?” he angrily asked her.

“Nothing, I only asked him what was he doing here and to leave me alone!” she replied

“Nonsense, you did something to him! You drugged him?” he pressed her

“No, I did not such things! We just talked!” she continued.

Gabriel grabbed her by the arm, squeezing it hard

“Let me go! You are hurting me!” she protested

“I do not care! You interfered with imperial business and resisted troops of the Empire! I’m taking you in!” he retorted

“I said Let. Me. GO!” she cried pushing him. A repulsive force propagated from her hand, sending Gabriel flying across the backyard with a thunderous sound. Gabriel recovered from the fall, furious about the unexpected attack.

“You ARE the Jedi we are looking for!” he said, raising his blaster at her again. She was completely frozen by fear, unable to defend herself from the imperial soldier.

Jack watched the events unfold in front of him. She pushed a trained and fully equipped soldier across a distance no man could ever throw him. It was easily a five-meter flight, and she did it without a direct contact between her hand and Gabriel. She must have been the one they were looking for! Jack understood why the Empire could fear Jedi because if they wield such power they were really a grave threat. Still we found himself unable to raise his weapon against her again, blocked in place by his own self-doubt. The clicking sound of the safety on Gabriel’s blaster snapped Jack out of his trance. His teammate was about to execute the final order.

Before Gabriel could pull the trigger, a red blaster bolt went through his chest. He had the strength to look down to the bleeding hole in his black armor and at Jack holding a smoking blaster before falling to the ground, lifeless. The woman rushed at his side, trying to revive him, but it was no use. Jack shot to kill, making sure the wound would be fatal and that his friend died immediately.

Jack kneeled down beside her and put his hand on her shoulder, trying to take her away from him. She resisted his efforts and turned to him, staring down his soul again.

“Why? Why did you kill him?” she asked

“He was going to kill you! I could not let that happen! I…”

He stopped. His heard was broken by what he just did, but deep inside he know he had no choice. He removed his helmet and stared back at her

“I… could not let the Empire take another innocent life. I did not want him to kill you! The moment you spoke to me and looked at me, I felt all the horror I’ve done in the name of the Emperor. Every despicable act I justified for the greater good, for peace and stability. At the same time, I felt something else, something I never thought possible. I felt peace. I could not have that taken away from me.”

Her expression changed. She was not angry with him anymore. She felt his conflict before and now she knew what it was about. Furthermore watching that man commit such an act for her made her feel empathy for him. She started looking at the man beneath the helmet and she could not avoid feeling a bond forming between them. She reached for his cheek with her hand and he immediately laid his on top of hers, keeping it pressed against his face. Neither of them wanted to end that first contact, as they felt connected through it. Jack was the first to pull back, though.

“We have to move! They surely heard the shot and will be back, and in greater numbers!” He told her

“Right beside you!” She responded.

Sneaking past the Imperial forces they managed to reach the spaceport and catch a ride on a ship leaving the planet before the city was put on lockdown. In the cargo hold of the ship, he sat next to her, glad they could finally leave the Empire behind. All that happened tired her and she leaned on his shoulder, trying to get some rest.

“What are we gonna do now?” she asked

“We are gonna hide, start a quiet little life somewhere they won’t find us.”

“That sounds lovely!” she cooed, adjusting her body against his.

“I will protect you, I promise!”

They stood quiet for a while, and then she broke the silence again.

“Angela.”

“What?” he asked, looking down at her.

“My name is Angela.” She replied, looking up at him.

“Jack.”

“I’m glad you are here Jack!” she said before slipping into a deep sleep.

Jack looked at her again. He sacrificed everything for her. However, the more he looked at her, the more he knew that was the right choice. Because he was slowly realizing the reason he saved her.

He loved her.