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alarriefantasy · 4 years ago

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Hi, all! So it seems that the wonderful AO3 user - objectlesson - aka on tumblr as - horsegirlharry - has sadly deleted their fics. I have only a few saved in my files, but there are some I would really love to possess, if anyone has them? I would really appreciate it if you would message me and let me know! :)

Also, I am posting the whole list of amazing stories they shared for our fandom, and I am marking (with an asterisk*) the ones that I have myself, in case anyone else would like them too! <3

Silver White Winters

by objectlesson

In which Louis catches a cloud and pins it down.

Words: 5106, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

I Must Confess (I Still Believe)

by objectlesson

Louis shrugs, eyes on the road. “You look cute in the blazer, too,” she says nonchalantly, and what the fucking fuck, what is Harry supposed to think?

“You probably do, too, but I wouldn’t know because I don’t even think you own one? Do you ever actually wear the entire uniform?” she asks, deflecting.

“Not since freshman year!” Louis boasts proudly. “They stopped giving me demerits because it’s, like, a lost cause. I literally haven’t seen my blazer in three years, I just borrow Veronica’s when I walk into Mass.” Her grin is very cheeky and bright, and she’s squinting in the sun, aviators pushed up into the overgrown auburn shag of her hair. The horizon is hazy and pink-orange as dark sneaks up on them, the air smelling of sprinkler water and BBQ smoke from people leaching the last warmth of October before summer’s gone for good. Harry feels alive with possibility, eyes watering as she smiles at Louis, unable to stop. She wrinkles her nose like it’ll somehow hide the way it looks on her face to be in love.

Or, Harry is the new girl at an all girl Catholic Girl’s School, and Louis is the unattainable, dashing senior who changes her forever.

Words: 44304, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Powerless (and I Don’t Care It’s Obvious)

by objectlesson

“Oh no, Lou, don’t make me laugh,” he whimpers. His Ribena-purple mouth twists into a glorious, breakable shape, and Louis’s heart stops. He should not be getting turned on by Harry’s full-bladder discomfort, his little twitches, his hips-stuttering. And yet.

Words: 4090, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

The Pink Ghost of Princess Park

by objectlesson

The thought of the vibrator does not go away. It’s sitting there collecting dust all through January, and every time Harry and Louis have to leave town for a press event or a show or to record or what have you, they come back home, and it’s still there, the Pink Ghost of Princess Park, the fucking glittery haunting that Harry cannot stop thinking of Louis stuffing up his arse.

Words: 7556, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Life Saver

by objectlesson

Nerd Boy’s giant, dorky, adorable hand shoots into the air. Louis notices he has chipped red polish on a few of his nails and some tattered friendship-looking bracelets, like the sort you make in camp, and he might hear the distant chime of wedding bells. He thought he didn’t even believe in marriage because it’s, like, oppressive and heteronormative or whatever, but that was before Styles, Harry (Harry Styles!!! What an absurd, wonderful name! What a perfect thing to scrawl in the margins of all his notebooks surrounded in hearts!) appeared in the bio lab at his new school and ruined all his principles forever.

or, Louis is a sweetheart punk with a theater background and a heart of gold, Harry is an inexperienced nerd who plays by the rules. Classmates, lab partners, and eventually friends, what happens when Louis knows he’s in love, but doesn’t know how tell Harry?

Words: 14809, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Even Your Honey Dew

by objectlesson

It probably says something about Harry that he’s so obsessed with another omega’s arse.

Words: 9512, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

What a Heavenly Way To Die

by objectlesson

She’s thought about it a lot, and two big things seem to be holding her back, aside from the uncontrollable paralysis that overtakes her body every time she so much as tries to sneak a hand under the waistband of Harry’s knickers.

Or, Louis is afraid to do stuff to Harry, who has done a lot of stuff to her.

Words: 8052, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

A Firm Believer and a Warm Receiver

by objectlesson

a few months ago, Louis had his first heat. It was no big deal, aside from it being awkward and weird and all the other things it was supposed to be. He figured he would present as an omega, so he wasn’t exactly surprised or anything.

But then, last week, Harry had his first heat, too.

Or, the omega/omega sleepover fic no one asked for but y'all really, really need.

Words: 10895, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

You’ll Know What Makes The World Turn

by objectlesson

Sometimes, when things are messy and they have more than a few weeks apart, they need the reminder. It’s comforting to have stars to map your course by.

or, Harry’s blue bandana is a day collar.

Words: 4624, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Sing You Butterflies

by objectlesson

Louis stares for a moment before some primal sympathetic force in him activates. He has to help this boy. He can hardly walk, and he seems so young (yet ageless, beyond age, like a sea turtle or a parrot or a tree or something else odd and magical), and on top of all that, he has body glitter clinging to his skin, like that roll-on stuff his sisters used to use as preteens, only pink-gold and twice as thick. It’s, like, professional grade. He’s also wearing grass- and dirt-stained pink silk women’s underwear, so maybe he’s from London. Maybe he’s a drag queen who crawled all the way from a nightclub in Soho just to save Louis from his horribly mundane and woefully heterosexual neighbours out here in the middle of nowhere.

or, Harry’s a clumsy unicorn who accidentally stomps on a witch’s garden and is turned into a human as punishment, so he wanders into a nearby village covered in glitter, still figuring out how to walk on two feet, and meets the fairy-tale-fine Louis, who has to teach him how to live as a human and stop him from eating soap.

Words: 22701, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Holy

by objectlesson

She deserves not to be so goddamned put together all the time. Being in the world’s biggest and highest exposure girlband means she’s never seen without a flat stomach, a spray tan, contouring, eyelash extensions, the whole of her body inescapably toned and plucked and waxed so frequently she genuinely forgot what fucking color her own pubes are. Louis wants to eat burgers and smoke weed and be twenty three. She wants to wake up with Harry and spend the whole day in bed fingering each other because they finally don’t have to have goddamn acrylic nails for once. She wants to grow her pubes out. She wants to lounge around in a posh, red-velvet High Hefner robe.

Or, Louis is dressed like a fucking queen, Harry’s begging please.

Words: 6608, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Only One I Dream Of: A Drabble Collection

by objectlesson

A collection of all the m/m One Direction drabbles and timestamps I’ve written on tumblr, so my readers on here aren’t missing out!

Words: 5164, Chapters: 5/13, Language: English

Diamonds in the Moonlight

by objectlesson

The 70s au where Harry is a rich girl stuck in the suburbs who thinks she loves Shaun Cassidy, and Louis is the skater who breaks into her backyard and changes everything forever.

Words: 16136, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

In the Heat of the Night

by objectlesson

“You’re sleeping with me, obviously,” Harry says then, pausing to regard Louis with a funny expression, nose wrinkled and brows drawn tight. “Don’t tell me you thought that I’d let you freeze out here!? Absolutely not! C’mon, the bedroom’s cozy, I dragged a space heater out.”

Louis wants to protest about as badly as she wants to sleep next to Harry Styles, which is a lot. Too much.

Or, Louis is the only butch in London with a truck and Harry needs to move a couch.

Words: 7726, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Once Upon a Dream

by objectlesson

“M’not gonna half-ass our fake relationship,” Louis almost snaps, voice sharp with a defensive edge, like Harry wandered too close to a bruise with needy fingers. “Now kiss me again. We’re gonna make every shitty tourist here wish they had stayed in the Midwest. We’re gonna burn Disneyland down with our gay. ”

Harry shuts his eyes and opens his mouth, because he can’t fucking say no to Louis.

Or, a fake dating AU where everyone is lying and they happen to be at the Happiest Place on Earth.

Words: 16643, Chapters: ½, Language: English

From Now Until Forever

by objectlesson

The girls go to Britney Nite and Louis wears Juicy track pants and Harry is not ok.

Niall takes the pint glass back from Harry and takes a swig, regarding her over the rim knowingly. “You’re nervous,” she observes with a grin. “Because you’re gonna get drunk at a gay bar with Louis, and you haven’t told her yet that you wanna marry her.”

“Oh, my god, stop,” Harry scolds, hiding her face in her hands, everything suddenly hot and shivery. “It’s not that,” she adds, even though it most definitely is.

“Then…you’re excited to see Louis in a schoolgirl skirt and bra? Covered in that body glitter that smells like cotton candy?” Niall presses, waggling her eyebrows, making Harry blush at the mere thought of Louis’s golden skin shimmering and sticky under club lights.

Words: 9223, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Hello, Heaven (you are tunnel-lined with yellow lights

by objectlesson

“Oh, yeah?” Harry asks, playing dumb as he helps Louis out of his coat before hanging it up. “A new phone charger? Mine’s still broken, the electrical tape didn’t work.”

Louis makes a face at him, all arched brows and tongue pressed into cheek. “Oh a phone charger? Is that what you need?” he quips lightly, voice high and lilting in this sing-song way that’s so, so high and gentle that it’s scary. He’s putting on a show for Harry, and Harry’s thrilled with it, already shivery and hot-cheeked because Louis got him something naughty, and they’re talking about it without really talking about it, wrapping it up in layers of mundanity and domesticity, still so excited to play the role of two Adults living in their new Adult flat in London that they bought with their own money from the X Factor. Harry’s living an unimaginably glamourous life so suddenly, and Louis and his gifts are right in the middle of it, the heart of his every dream.

Or, Louis buys Harry things sometimes.

Words: 2988, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Dream About That Casual Touch

by objectlesson

And that was the first thing Louis noticed about her. Not her nipples, or not only her nipples, anyway, but the fact that she was so confident with her body and didn’t seem to care that her tits were sort of soft and floppy and uneven or that she had a little roll of pudge around her hips that poked over the top of her jeans when she wore crop tops. She wore what she wanted to wear whether or not it was in fashion or technically even flattering; her hair was always messy, she only wore makeup half the time, and she seemed to like heeled boots even if she was already fairly tall and they made her tower over the boys. Louis always thought it was so fucking sexy how unconcerned Harry seemed with what people thought of her, how comfortable she was in her own skin. That by itself seemed like a sort-of gay thing, so Louis kept a remote, careful eye on her, hoping to one day see something else that blipped her radar.

Or, Louis and Harry fuck up two dates before they finally get it right.

Words: 7678, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Smoke Dreams from Smoke Rings

by objectlesson

“When I get a craving?” Louis says, “You have to help me chase it away. Distract me”

Oh. Harry can think of about one hundred different ways to distract Louis Tomlinson. One hundred better uses for his mouth, for example. “Erm,” he squeaks, well aware of the fact that he’s grinning and dimpling and blushing all at once, his whole face a suddenly mortifying warzone of transparent emotion. “How?”

“By hitting my arm as hard as you can,” Louis announces, holding out the arm in question. It bridges the gap between them, stiff and expectant, and Harry stares, not entirely sure if Louis’s being serious, if this is some prank that he isn’t clever enough to understand, or if the promise of touching Louis under any circumstances is so titillating that he just can’t process it. Louis rolls up the sleeve of his hoodie then, revealing his pale inner arm in maddening increments, pushing Harry somewhere between drooling and vomiting, he isn’t sure which. He just knows that his mouth is flooded, and the barely-there ghost of Louis’s veins through his skin is the prettiest thing that he’s ever seen. “Go on, hit me,” Louis orders. “Don’t be shy,”

or, Louis enlists Harry to help him with his bad habit.

Words: 18116, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Black Stars and Endless Seas

by objectlesson

Or, A Star Trek Original Series AU where Lt. Styles is a young science officer on his first away mission, and Louis is the headstrong ensign assigned to his security detail, and maybe they would be able to function together professionally in a normal setting, but not when their shuttlecraft crash-lands and they end up marooned together on an improbably and unfairly beautiful planet.

Words: 32246, Chapters: 3/3, Language: English

Rose Garden Dreams

by objectlesson

Harry thinks it’s a fever-induced delirium, at first. After all, she’s been sick in bed for a full forty-eight hours following the Best and Most Important beach trip of her entire life because fate is a cruel and jealous bitch who doesn’t want Harry to go on a date with the girl of her dreams.

or, Harry is sick and Louis comes to visit her.

Words: 9464, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Palms Reflecting in Your Eyes

by objectlesson

Harry visits Louis at his campus and finds a crop on the wall.

Words: 6496, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Wrap You Up in Daisy Chains

by objectlesson

Ten minutes later, an awkward, long-legged, curly-haired, so pale she’s reflective, and so obviously gay-looking Harry Styles is sitting shotgun next to Louis in a bikini, denim cut-offs, and heart-framed sunnies.

Or, Harry and Louis and a too-small bathing suit.

Words: 10613, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

To Keep the Night From Ending

by objectlesson

It doesn’t always feel real to kiss in the dark, Harry guesses. He wants it to feel real. He wants it to be the realest thing, burnt indelibly into his skin.

Or, Harry and Louis take a night swim.

Words: 5036, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Good Enough to Eat

by objectlesson

“Fuck,” Harry mumbles, shuffling. “You won’t give me shit for it? It’s sorta weird.”

“No,” Louis breathes. “Promise.”

“Okay. I just…fuck, I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” Harry whimpers, and he must be blushing because Louis can feel waves of heat coming off him, his embarrassment a hot, palpable thing. “So, like…I love rimming videos. Nothing makes me come harder,” he admits, covering his face with his hands so his voice comes out muffled and strangled.

It takes Louis a few seconds to process, to mentally rifle through his Pornhub search history and remember what rimming even is; Harry has him so stupid he can’t keep stuff straight. His ears ring, and then it hits him, and, oh, fuck. His stomach turns and tightens so quickly he’s gasping, an audible and shameful scrape of air in the dark. “You…really?” he chokes out.

Or, Harry is convinced he’s never gonna be able to try his favorite porn fantasy on a real boy, and Louis offers to remedy this.

Words: 6722, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Grenadine Sunshine

by objectlesson

Harry’s only sixteen, it shows right now, and Louis wants…he wants so many things. He wants to taste the faint, sugary ghost of lip gloss, he wants to cup Harry’s face between his palms and swipe the shimmery wet shadows from beneath his eyes. He wants to show him everything he knows, even though he doesn’t know anything about this, about kissing boys or flirting with them or doing their makeup or even showing them it’s okay to want to wear makeup in the first place. Still, Louis just wants, wants and wants and wants. It’s what Harry does to him.

Words: 18067, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Only Angel

by objectlesson

Louis pops his hip out, looking down at Harry from beneath the cut of his fringe sassily. “How do I look?”

Harry…Harry doesn’t have words, not really. He sits there on the floor with a half-hard cock, gazing up at this taller, scarier version of Louis with wide eyes. “Like I want you to spin-kick me in the face,” he admits after a moment, shakily inhaling. “You look…really good.”

Or, Louis finds a pair of heels that fit, and Harry wants to be ruined, as per usual.

Words: 6599, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Someone Who Knows How To Ride

by objectlesson

Harry gives Louis a lap dance. Or, at least, he tries to.

Words: 5114, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Copper Kiss

by objectlesson

Harry’s not allowed to fly back to the UK without marks to remember Louis by.

Words: 4604, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

You Drive Me Crazy ( I Just Can’t Sleep)

by objectlesson

The first time Louis ends up in Harry’s bed is a total accident.

Words: 18520, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Christmas Without You

by objectlesson

It’s Christmas Eve and Harry misses Louis so badly he might be going little crazy.

Words: 5639, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Vinyl and Lace

by objectlesson

Harry tries on a skirt in the X Factor dressing room as a joke. Louis doesn’t think it’s very funny.

Words: 7541, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Touch of My Hand

by objectlesson

Words: 3104, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Tour Bus Sex, Bus Sex, PWP, Up All Night Tour, Uan era, Canon Compliant, baby boyfriends in love, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Established Relationship

Born to Make You Happy

by objectlesson

Harry makes a quiet vow to himself that he will be the very best girlfriend Louis has ever had, even if he never actually gets to be Louis’s girlfriend.

Words: 25662, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Taste of a Poison Paradise

by objectlesson

Louis notices Harry’s mouth right away.

Words: 9894, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

A Little Love (is better than none)

by objectlesson

It’s supposed to be no strings attached sex, but Harry’s in love with beauty and tragedy and Louis Tomlinson so there might actually a few strings they’re not talking about.

Or, alternately, the four times they fuck and don’t kiss, and one time they fuck and do (with a few more times thrown in because I’m a mess and know how to write short fics).

Words: 15074, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

*Take Me Under the Blue

by objectlesson

Louis hasn’t even seen his legs yet. He doesn’t know how they work or how long they’ll be. Maybe they won’t suit the rest of Harry at all, and he’ll have to grow into them or something. It doesn’t matter; Louis has loved Harry for a year with scales, so he can’t imagine wonky legs putting a damper on his attraction.

He supposes he’ll just have to find out. In the meantime, he wonders how the fuck he got here, in his squelching wellies about to save the love of his life from the sea and take him to bed and bang him for the very first time.

It’s sort of a long story.

Words: 19011, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

#deleted fics #objectlesson #horsegirlharry #larry fics #larry stylinson #larry fic rec

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blurglesmurfklaine · 5 years ago

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Fresh Eyes

Summary: Kurt has a crush on FootballPlayer!Blaine. They end up at the same summer job and become good friends, but what happens when school starts up again? Tune in to find out!

4,280 words

A/N: you know I love me a good misunderstanding ;)

I wrote this for Liz’s (no-grass-today) birthday because she’s always a slut for Cheerio!Kurt, as am I. Happy birthday Liz! Thanks for always being there to scream with me about Kurt/Klaine/Blaine I’m so glad you found your way to my inbox!!

Enjoy

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“If this customer isn’t taking his shit to go, I’m quitting.” Kurt grumbled. “It’s five minutes to closing and I still need to finish the other half of the lobby.”

Blaine just rolled his eyes as he continued to clean the toaster oven behind the other boy, a huge smile plastered to his face the way it always was around Kurt.

“Wanna trade?” Blaine asked, offering up the dirty rag to his coworker. “I’ll take the customer if you finish the oven.”

Kurt swiveled around momentarily and nearly short circuited when he was met with Blaine’s criminally gorgeous honey eyes. It was an ongoing problem ever since Blaine started working at Lima SubHub with him.

Kurt had initially freaked out when he saw Blaine’s name on the schedule a mere three months ago.

“Blaine Anderson?” He asked Santana. “The best wide receiver this school has ever seen Blaine Anderson? The same Blaine Anderson that I’ve had the world’s biggest crush on since freshman year?”

He left his place behind the counter and headed for the door, only to have his coworker run after him. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“I quit.” He said, eyes wide and terrified, still reaching for the door as Santana held him back. “I can’t do this.”

She crossed her arms and threw her best unamused glare at him. “You mean you can’t spend the entire summer, six hours a day, four days a week in a small space with the guy you’ve been drooling over for three years?”

“Yeah, no .”

She rolled her eyes to the heavens. “God you’re an idiot. This is literally the perfect opportunity for you to get close to him! Find out what he likes. Find out if his likes include you . Don’t quit. You won’t regret it.”

She had been right about that much. He and Blaine did end up getting pretty close over the summer, at least as far as coworkers go. The general Lima population usually didn’t lean too heavily towards healthier options, so business there was typically slow, leaving Kurt and Blaine lots of time to get to know each other.

His favorite days were when things were especially slow and they finished everything they needed to, but stayed longer anyways just to hang out. Most of the time they would just talk about school, family, life in general, but one day Kurt had been particularly peeved by a customer and Blaine made hats out of the wrapping paper to cheer him up. Kurt still had his, pressed into the crease of his history textbook where it would be safe from any wear and tear.

“Can I get a foot long meatball sub and add tuna to that?”

The customer’s voice broke Kurt out of memories of the two of them goofing off together. His back to the customer, he shot a disgusted look at Blaine—one that seemed to say Yes, but why would you?

Blaine had to bite his cheek to keep from smiling so hard. Kurt turned back around and by the luminous phony smile plastered on his face, you’d never know he was scowling just a second ago.

“Of course I can! It’ll be extra, is that fine?”

“Why is it extra?” The man grumbled, apparently displeased by this turn of events.

Blaine shoulders hitched up as he choked on a laugh.

Kurt went on to explain that the meatball sub only comes with meatballs, cheese, and veggies, and anything else would be extra charge. It took a few minutes, but the customer finally seemed to accept defeat. When he was finally finished with the order, Kurt didn’t even ask if it was for here or to go like he was supposed to, just threw the sandwich in the take away bag and handed it towards the customer, knowing if he gave him the choice he would probably sit in the half of the lobby he just finished cleaning.

As soon as the door closed behind the man, Kurt rushed after him to lock it, feeling his shoulders relax now that the weight of dealing with customers was off them. He didn’t mind the work, really (especially not when Blaine was around). But over the past three months, he’d discovered that dealing with customers was definitely his least favorite task.

As Blaine started to count the register, Kurt started to mop the front of the lobby. Knowing they were in the other’s presence was enough to let them settle into a comfortable silence for a moment until the music coming from the ceiling suddenly changed to a familiar song.

That boy Took my love away Though he'll regret it someday But this boy wants you back again

The corners of Kurt’s mouth curled up when he noticed Blaine nodding his head along to the song and singing quietly.

That boy Isn't good for you Though he may want you, too This boy wants you back again

He started singing along, too, both of them growing louder and more dramatic as the chorus approached. When they reached the first line of the chorus, Kurt grabbed the mop handle and swung his head back and forth, singing into it like a microphone.

Oh, and this boy would be happy Just to love you, but oh my

He pointed the handle to Blaine who grabbed onto it without question, earning a delighted laugh from Kurt.

That boy won't be happy

Blaine motioned for Kurt to join him and they both sang the last line of the chorus at the top of their lungs.

'Til he's seen you cry-y-y-yyyyyy!

They both burst out laughing, Kurt’s cheeks and stomach aching from laughing and smiling so hard.

“You actually have a really nice voice, Blaine.” Kurt admitted. “You should join the New Directions.”

He just shrugged in response. “It’s really nothing special. Besides—“

Kurt playfully rolled his eyes and waved his hands around. “You wouldn’t want to be seen with us glee club losers, I know, I know.”

“That’s not what I was going to say at all!”

“Really?” Kurt crossed his arms and leaned against the counter, quirking an eyebrow.

He nodded. “I was just going to say that I don’t know if I’d have time, with football.”

“Finn, Puck, Mike, and Sam have been doing it for a while now,” Kurt grabbed the mop and started wiping at the floor again. “It’s your senior year, the last chance you’ll have for a lot of things. If you want something, you have to go for it now.”

Blaine smiled almost involuntary and sighed absently, “I guess you being in it gives me a pretty good incentive.”

“What?” Kurt’s stomach did a somersault and he abruptly stalled, mid-wipe.

Blaine simply glanced at the clock, completely oblivious to the effect of what he’d just said had on Kurt. “Would you look at that, it’s 11:30.”

“Oh god,” Kurt groaned, swiping his hat off. “You don’t have to tell me twice, I’m out of here.”

A few moments later they were standing by their cars, still chatting away about nothing and everything until they finally bid their goodbyes.

Kurt placed his hand on the car door handle before stopping himself and suddenly turning around. “Blaine, wait!” He called out, only to find the shorter boy still staring at him.

Blaine was grateful for the dark of night concealing his red cheeks he was sure weren’t just from the heat of the oven.

“I know we have the Facebook messenger group chat for work, but...” Kurt started timidly, hoping to find the courage to finish his request. “I was wondering if I could get your number.” He saw Blaine’s eyebrows raise and immediately tacked on, “I-I-I mean, just in case... we gotta shift switches—shit I mean switch shifts... or... something.”

“Or...” Blaine trailed off, taking a step towards Kurt and making him certain he was going to pass out just from the sheer proximity. “Maybe just in case you ever want to hang out. You know, outside of school or work.”

If Kurt was breathing, he certainly couldn’t tell. All he could do was squeak out, “Sounds like a plan, Stan.” Before resisting the urge to drag a palm down his face.

Sounds like a plan, Stan? What are you, a middle aged white father. Oh god, I’m Burt Hummel. I’m eighteen and I’m turning into my father already.

Blaine just tilted his head forward in bashful laughter. “Sounds like a plan,” he confirmed, then took Kurt’s phone and planted his number in it. “I’ll see you on Monday, then, Kurt.” He flashed him one of those knee weakening smiles before jumping into his car and leaving the parking lot.

Kurt slid into his car, certain that his legs couldn’t hold him up any longer after that encounter. He knocked his head against the steering wheel a couple of times in hopes that would erase the memory of him being at his least composed in front of his crush. Blaine Anderson would be the death of him, Kurt was sure of it.

Blaine walked out of his AP Literature and Composition class towards his locker, hoping he had enough time to put the weighty text book away and still make it to his eighth period class.

As he was shoving his things in his locker, he saw a familiar head of chestnut brown hair float past him and had to a double take, his eyes growing wide at the sight of his friend from work.

“K-Kurt?” Blaine asked, a bit breathless and plenty astonished.

Kurt talked plenty about fashion at work, but it wasn’t until now that Blaine saw just how in tune he was with his own wardrobe that he understood how Kurt definitely knew how to use it to his advantage.

He was an attractive boy and even though they were friends, Blaine wasn’t blind for crying out loud. He’d always found Kurt pretty stunning, even when he was in the standard issue khaki pants, blue shirt, and green apron. Blaine knew he must’ve seen Kurt around before, (they’d gone to the same school for four years, after all) but he just never really took notice of anyone because he didn’t think dating was an option for him... until about three months ago.

His beaming face brought Blaine back to planet earth. “Blaine! Good to see you. How’s your first day back at hell been?”

All Blaine could really do was gape at Kurt’s outfit: black skinny jeans that he wasn’t really sure how Kurt got into (a stark contrast to the ill fitting work pants they wore this summer), and a white long sleeved shirt under a vest that outlined the slight curve of his waist perfectly.

“Where’re you headed to?” Kurt asked bubbly. “I’ll walk with you,” he offered, reaching out for Blaine’s arm.

They were no strangers to close contact with each other, being constantly behind the crowded employees only space all the time will do that to you, so Kurt was a little more than taken aback when Blaine suddenly jumped back and fervently shook his head.

“No!” He squeaked nervously. He knew his face was burning up just at the sight of Kurt and figured he’d save himself the embarrassment of his reaction if the other boy actually touched him. He jabbed his thumb in the direction of the locker room. “I have to go—football practice.”

Kurt furrowed his eyebrows. “I’ll see you at Glee Club auditions next week, right?”

He froze. He could barely handle seeing Kurt in street clothes, how was he supposed to handle seeing him every Tuesday and Thursday after school singing and dancing what were sure to be sappy love songs?

“I, uhm... probably not... maybe. I don’t really know yet.” Blaine’s face was still beet red as he walked away, leaving Kurt to wonder what the hell that was all about.

They had hung out practically all summer and if Kurt knew anything about the shorter boy, it was that he almost never lost his cool. Yet, there he was, floundering like a fish out of water not a few moments ago.

It suddenly dawned on Kurt that they weren’t at Lima SubHub anymore. They were at William McKinley High School, the place where status took precedence over everything. Of course, Blaine was embarrassed to be seen with him, he was a football player for crying out loud. And Kurt was still just a glee club loser getting tossed in the dumpster nearly every day.

He groaned in lamentation, pressing his forehead against the nearby wall and hoping he could just phase right into it and disappear forever. His head came into contact with something a little too sticky for his taste (god, why were High Schoolers so disgusting?) and he pulled back, revealing the Cheerios’ Try Out roster, practically soaked in ink from all the names written on the list.

This was it. If plain old Kurt Hummel couldn’t get Blaine’s attention or wasn’t socially acceptable enough to be in his company at school, maybe a Cheerio would.

After all, nothing said McKinley High Power Couple like a football player and cheerleader.

“Hi, Blaine.”

Blaine instantly recognized Kurt’s voice and smiled as he whirled around enthusiastically. It had been a few days since he’d made an utter buffoon of himself in front of Kurt, and he’d taken the time to do a little exposure therapy and go through Kurt’s Facebook profile (no, he wasn’t stalking his page). Kurt kept a very detailed portfolio of all of his outfits and Blaine ensured he was very familiar with each one, that way none could catch him off guard.

“Hi, Ku—“ he turned around.

Oh, my god. This isn’t fair, that wasn’t on the portfolio.

Blaine’s jaw hung open on its hinges and he wasn’t aware enough to be sure, but he thought he heard an actual whimper escape his throat.

Kurt stood in front of him, wearing a Cheerio’s uniform of all things. Not that Blaine was complaining. Not that he could complain. Not that he could really do anything except stare dumbly at the boy in front of him, the way Finn and Puck probably stared at a test they typically never studied for.

Kurt cocked his head to the side and cracked an eyebrow. “Blaine?“ He questioned. “You okay?“

“I’m fine,“ he squeaked, his wandering eye struggling to find anything besides Kurt in that damn Cheerios uniform of interest. This had to be some sort of cosmic karma for all those times he teased his teammates for being unable to keep from gawking at Brittany or Santana. Before, he had trouble understanding the appeal of a cheerleading uniform, but now he got it… God did he get it, now.

“Are you sure?” Kurt asked, taking a concerned step towards him.

Blaine all but jumped back, certain he would melt (or pull him in and kiss him) if Kurt touched him looking as good as he did. “Yeah,” he responded unconvincingly. “I just uh, practice. I have to—football.”

“During a lunch period?”

“Yup!” He squeaked. “New thing Beiste is trying out.” Once again, Blaine sprinted down the hall before he could make an even bigger idiot if himself.

“It couldn’t have been that bad.”

“You have no idea, Quinn.” Blaine moaned embarrassedly, burying his face in his hands. “It was so much worse than the first time! I was caught off guard, he was in a Cheerios uniform. God he probably thinks I’m some ineloquent blundering jock.”

Quinn showed Blaine the whites of her eyes in response. “Of course he doesn’t think that.” Her face suddenly lit up the way it did when she got a brilliant idea.

“What?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at her suspiciously.

“This is easily fixable.”

“How so?”

“We’re going out for your birthday on Friday.” Quinn said matter-of-factly. “Puck can get us fake IDs and we’re going to Scandals and you are inviting Kurt.”

Blaine snorted. “Yeah, no. I am not letting the boy I’m in love with see the sloppy mess I turn into when I drink, thank you very much.“

It was times like these that Quinn was reminded she probably should start keeping a tally on the number of times she rolled her eyes per conversation with her best friend. “You are such a drama queen. I’ll be there to make sure you don’t get too messy. And I think a drink or two will get you relaxed enough to tell Kurt how you feel.“

“That’s a terrible idea.”

She just shrugged. “Alright then, suit yourself.”

“Thank you.”

Blaine went back to the textbook he was studying and as soon as he wasn’t looking Quinn quickly reached over and snatched up Blaine’s phone, standing on a chair in the corner so her friend couldn’t reach him.

“Quinn!”

As Blaine tried in vain to take the phone from her, she scrolled through contacts, letting an “Aha!” Out when she found the right name. She typed out a quick message to Kurt and hit the send button.

“Oh my, god, Quinn! What did you do!?”

She rolled her eyes. Tally at three, if she wasn’t mistaken. “You’re welcome.”

Blaine was already typing out a hurried response—something along the lines of that they’re not going out after all and he doesn’t even know if Kurt likes going out not that he’d assume—when he got a response.

New Message: From: Kurt :) Sorry, I have to work that day :/ but have fun.

He’s equal parts relief and disappointment.

New Message: From: Blaine Anderson Hey! A few of my friends were going out on Friday, I was wondering if you would be down?

“Oh, my god.”

Santana popped her head up from the magazine she was fanning through to glance up at Kurt, who was staring down with wide eyes at him phone.

“What?”

He flashed the screen at her. “Blaine just sent me this.”

Her jaw dropped in a wide, open mouthed smile. “Oh my god, Kurt! That’s amazing!”

“It’s annoying, is what it is,” Kurt said sharply.

“What? How?”

“I think Blaine is embarrassed to be seen with me at school.” He confided in her. “We hang out at work no problem but every time he sees me at school, he never even wants to look at me and then finds some excuse to leave!”

Santana quirked an eyebrow. “I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.”

He huffed. “There is. It’s that he doesn’t want people to know we’re friends. I didn’t spend four years preaching to everyone at this school to live their truths to be boxed into a corner by some guy who’s embarrassed to be seen with me.”

He grabbed his phone and started typing out a response.

“Don’t do something you’ll regret, Kurt.” She warned.

Kurt just sent her a defiant glare before hitting the send button.

Kurt ended up actually picking up a shift at Lima SubHub on Friday just to ensure he wouldn’t be tempted to join Blaine that night. It was typically a slow day, so the manager usually only scheduled one person for the night shift.

Having already closed the lobby, he checked the clock. Only thirty more minutes before he got to clock out. Only thirty more minutes before this job stopped distracting him from the fact that the only person he’s ever really been interested in can’t even stand to be seen with him.

He was in the middle of counting petty cash when a beep rang on his headset, letting him know he had a customer waiting at the drive thru.

“Lima SubHub, What can I get for you tonight?”

“Is that Kurt?” His stomach dropped as he heard a vaguely familiar voice call out to him. “Kurt... Kuuuuuuuuurt! Kurtiekurtiekurtiekurtieeeeeee.” I know it’s you in there!”

“I promised to drive your drunk ass around, but I need you to work with me here!” Quinn’s voice rang out. “Do you want a sandwich or not?” She had suspected her best friend’s drunken request to come to the SubHub had something to do with Kurt, but she also needed to get some food into him before he puked his guts all over her car.

A new voice responded this time. “No, but he’ll take a foot long if you catch my drift.”

One last male voice. “Dude, are you hitting on Kurt for Blaine?”

Kurt could hear a very entertaining squabble in the background as Puck replies to Finn’s question (“I swear to god, Anderson. Touch my stereo one more time... IT IS THE MIDDLE OF AUGUST WE ARE NOT PUTTING ON CHRISTMAS MUSIC!”)

“Of course I am!” Puck said. “Blaine’s too much of a chicken to do it himself.”

“Did you just call me a chicken!?”

“Yeah, I mean—shit! Not the mohawk, NOT THE MOHAWK!”

“Okay, boys, we are leaving!”

“Curly Q, No!” Kurt heard Blaine’s voice protest. “Pull up to the window, please? Pleeeeeaaaaaseeee!?”

“Ugh fine!”

When they pull up to the window, Kurt finally got to see the visual paired with the mess that he heard over the intercom. Finn was passed out in the back seat, Puck was grumbling and fixing his hair, and Quinn looked immensely irritated, seemingly have lost the battle for control over the music since Blaine was leaning across her lap and point at Kurt, singing at the top of his lungs.

“All I want for Christmas is.... yooooouuuuu!”

“Bla-Blaine!” Puck slurred, laughing hysterically. “It’s not Christmas, it’s your birthday!”

Kurt’s stomach dropped. “Wait a second, did you say birthday—?”

“Puuuuuuck!” Blaine groaned. “Shut up! I have to tell Kurt that I like him and wanna kiss his awesome face and like hug him and hold his hand—did I say I wanna kiss him yet?—all that before I freeze up on him the way I always do! He’s just... so pretty. And when I see him—especially in that Cheerios uniform.” Blaine rolled his eyes euphorically and threw his head back against the seat, sending blood rushing up Kurt’s neck. “Sometimes I just...” he scrunched his face and flailed his hands out incoherently. “You know?”

“Blaine,” Kurt started breathlessly. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I like you, Kurt Hummel. I’ve liked you pretty much the entire summer and I just don’t have the courage to tell you. But one day I will. Maybe not now, because I don’t even know if you like me back and god would that be embarrassing, but one day soon I’ll tell you!”

“Alright then!” Quinn suddenly started, reaching out, dragging Blaine back down into the passenger seat, and buckling him in despite his protests. She had to get going before PuckShe looked at Kurt apologetically. “Sorry for these messes, I know you have work to do.” Her lips curled up into a smile. “Though, I’m pretty sure you feel the same way about Blaine, so have fun with that conversation on Monday.”

She drove off with a friendly wave, leaving Kurt and his red face alone at the window, Christmas music still blasting.

Blaine was a little more than confused on Monday when he got a text from Kurt right before school ended.

New Message: From: Kurt :) New Directions are having auditions in the choir room at 4:15. Be there or be square!

Well, he certainly wasn’t about to turn down an invitation from the boy he liked. So he headed down the hall towards the choir room after his class let out.

When he finally got there, the only person in the room is Kurt (still in the Cheetos uniform that sends a blush up Blaine’s neck), standing next to the piano with a soft smile on his face. “Where is everybody?” Blaine asked.

“Did you mean what you said, Friday night?”

Blaine froze as memories from his birthday came flooding in. The shots Puck practically forced down his throat, the dancing... the drive thru.

“Oh my god, that wasn’t just a nightmare where I can’t control my mouth, was it?”

Kurt laughed and shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”

“I... yeah, every word.” Blaine finally exhaled. “I know we hung out all summer and I always really liked you, but I wasn’t sure you wanted to be anything other than friends, so I pushed all those feelings down. But then school started and you just looked so good that I actually turned into a bumbling idiot and those feelings came back up but it was worse this time because I was so certain you were out of my league—“

Kurt stepped forward and rolled his eyes. “For a football player, you sure do talk a lot.”

“Huh?”

Blaine was answered by Kurt pulling on the lapels of his letterman and bringing their lips together. His initial surprise melted away as they moved against one another, a warm feeling spreading out from the center of Blaine’s chest.

After they pull apart, Blaine says with some confusion, “Wait a second. You actually like me?”

“Of course I do!” Kurt exhales. “I was the one worried about you not liking me. I thought you were embarrassed to be seen with me because I was a loser. Why do you think I joined the Cheerios?”

Blaine’s jaw dropped. Kurt had joined the Cheerios because he was an oblivious idiot... he had literally done this to himself.

“I really am clueless.”

Kurt hummed playfully. “Hm, yeah, maybe... but you still deserve a great birthday present.”

Blaine’s face broke into a grin and he pulled Kurt in again. “Yeah, well, I think I got a pretty damn good one this year.”

#klaine #glee #cheerio!kurt #wow look at me im writing!#HAPPY BIRTHDAY I AM SORRY IF U HATE IT THATS OKAY #ANYWAYS I LOVE TO SCREAM WITH U AND I LOVE AND APPRECIATE U

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There’s No Camembert in Tibet Outtakes: Chapter 4

I apologize for n o t h i n g.

Plagg’s Songbook

How Cheese is Made

Milk! Culture! Rennet!

The magic potion, oh, let it sit!

Cut it into curds- not too early! Little blocks of baby cheese!

Spin those curds and whey! Drain it off, hey hey hey!

Press those curds down tight, no more whey!

And then the cheese curds are salted- so squeaky!

Oh, fresh cheese curds- yum yum yum! I could eat them all day!

All kinds of curds! Plain, seasoned, deep-fried, poutine!

Garlic! Dill! Spice 'em up! Bread 'em, serve 'em, squeak between my teeth!

All the other curds- oh, where do they go?

They get cheddared and pressed and then the cheese is aged!

Oh, age that cheese, age it fine, let it develop a beautiful rind-

A natural rind! Oh, they dry out and the cheese forms a skin.

Rub it with oil and brine and let it age! And then, come time-

Cut off the rind and I'll get Cheddar and Stilton and Tommes

And oh, it'll feed my tum!

White and soft and fuzzy, you've got a bloomer!

Spray your cheese with mold, get it started,

Let it sit, and let the magic happen! It grows and grows and oh-

Brie! Camembert! Saint Andre! Heaven on my tongue!

If you wash and get moldy, that's a washed rind, ooh!

Stinky cheeses, so much fun! No hard rind here, no siree!

No mold, just bacteria! The smell of stinky feet fills the air, yum!

Let me sink my fangs into that Limberger, that Livarot, that Pont l'Eveque!

The Taleggio, the Epoisses, the Reblochon!

And then for Mozzarella, oh, no rind here!

Work it, knead it, make it stringy!

Twist and pull and push those curds

Form a ball

Then open your mouth and eat it all!

Adrien's notes: Why. Why.

Also, there's no set tune. Plagg sang this as a rock song once and a country song the next time. There's no rhyme or reason to it.

The History of Cheese

It was 8000 BC

Stomachs were used to carry milk

Heat and rennet mixed together

And now you add a little salt

Salt was used for preservation

Keep those curds nice in summer sun

Make those cheese curds daily

The squeak is so much fun!

From Arabia! To Asia! Then Rome!

That glorious process did roam.

To England, and then beyond

The curd, the whey, the strong

Flavor beyond compare!

Oh, the smell that fills the air!

Milk in an animal's stomach

Turns to cheese all thanks to rennet!

Monks improved the taste

Through their tried and true ways

Gorgonzola in Italy, Roquefort in France

Many things made from curd and whey!

Hard cheese for the Romans

Now it becomes an art

Middle Ages was gold for testing

More varieties there art!

Less salt begets more cream

More cream is better for taste!

When it's colder cheeses can ripen

A glorious advance!

In those Middle Ages

First did appear

Camembert, cheddar, Gouda

The staples of anyone's year!

Cheeses continued to improve

Many, many rounds were made!

Many rounds were eaten

I had several per day-

Adrien's notes: Song has been cut off due to length and also the sanity of the scribe.

It was over an hour long and entirely set to the tune of the Mexican Hat Dance. Save me.

Don't Stop Cheesin'

Adrien's notes: Sung to the tune of Don't Stop Believing

(Verse 1)

Just a cheesy treat!

Sitting there for me to eat!

Fresh mozzarella can be eaten anywhere!

Just a cheese bowl!

Get it for a small toll!

I would eat it anywhere!

(Verse 2)

Some cheddar in an aging room!

The smell of brine mmm-mm.

I could eat it all night

Because it's yum and yum and yum and yum!

(Chorus)

Camembert! Brie!

Up and down the cheese store shelves!

Parmesan! Gruyere! Eat it all night!

Come on, people! Live just to enjoy cheese!

Come on, it's just so good!

(Verse 3)

Working hard to get my Swiss

A dairy treat I'll never miss!

Paying anything to get a bite

Just one more time

Some will scoff, some say no

Some were born to pay their dues

To the best thing on the earth

Yes, it's cheese and cheese and cheese and cheese!

(Chorus)

Camembert! Brie!

Up and down the cheese store shelves!

Parmesan! Gruyere! Eat it all night!

Come on, people! Live just to enjoy cheese!

Come on, it's just so good!

(Outro) (x3)

Don't stop cheesing

Feed me some Camembert!

Cheese curds, feta!

Gouda after midnight

Adrien's notes: sung to the tune of "Living after Midnight" by Judas Priest

(Chorus)

Gouda after midnight

Cheddar to the dawn

Colby to the mornin'

Then I'm gone, I'm gone.

(Verse 1)

I ate some cheese 'round one P.M.

Feta, Brie!

But now I'm all hungry again

Cheddar, Gouda!

I power up with my favorite type

And bathe in its radiant light

(Repeat chorus)

(Verse 2)

Got glorious edam, moldy blue

Camembert, Provolone!

Ready to buy them up on sale

Havarti, Monterey!

My stomach's growling, I'm ready to feast

My teeth are bared now, ready to eat

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)

Gorgonzola

I wanna eat ya!

My stomach's ready

A whole round!

The cheese board's ready, smellin' lovely

Ricotta, Swiss!

I'm getting hungrier by the minute

Roquefort, Vacherin!

I see the cheese and then home in

The crumbs are flying as I dig in

(Repeat chorus 3x)

The Sound of Cheese

Adrien's notes: Do-Re-Mi from the Sound of Music.

Let's get some cheese from the kitchen

A very good place in the house

You had better have the basics in very good cheese

Let me have some cheese like Cheddar and Brie

I love cheese, I love cheese

My favorite food in the world just happens to be

Tasty cheese, tasty cheese

Tasty cheese in my tummy

Cheese! Some cheese! Some tasty cheese!

Someone, get me some Provolone!

Brie, a cheese to fill myself

Farmer's- a creamy, creamy one!

Swiss, a hard cheese on my tongue

Le Roule, all rolled in yummy stuff!

Taleggio, I'll have it on some bread

I want it all at home (oh-oh-oh)

(repeat. Over and over and over.)

Somewhere over the Cheese Hill

Adrien's notes: Somewhere Over the Rainbow. Surprise.

Somewhere over the cheese hill

Cheddar on apple pie

Parmesan that I dream of

My cheesy lullaby

Somewhere over the cheese hill

Brie on rye

I dream of swimming in fondue

Someday it will come true

The smell of cheese will fill the car

White Stilton presented on a platter before me

When cheese is dribbled over mushroom tops

Lush and creamy, cheesy drops

That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the cheese hill

Brie on rye

And I dream of swimming in fondue

Oh why, oh why can't I?

Well, I see cheese in my dreams and mushrooms too

Cheese rinds bloom in green and blue

And I think to myself

What a wonderful Stilton

Well, I see Roquefort and I see Fontina

And Tomme de Savoie

I love Camembert

And I think to myself

What a wonderful taste

The colors of Shropshire Blue so pretty in my paws

And even more pretty in my mouth

I'd share with the people passing by

But they wouldn't appreciate it

Not like I do

No one loves cheese like I, like I do

I like gooey cheeses and I love their smell

How they taste so good I'll never know

And I think to myself

What a wonderful taste

The smell of cheese will fill the car

White Stilton presented on a platter before me

When cheese is dribbled over mushroom tops

Lush and creamy, cheesy drops

That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the cheese hill

Brie on rye

And I dream of swimming in fondue

Oh why, oh why can't I?

Ooh, ooh

#Miraculous Ladybug #There's No Camembert in Tibet #There's No Camembert in Tibet Outtakes #my writing #''writing''

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hellomissmabel · 6 years ago

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Equinox (II)

MASTERLIST

Pairings: Devil!Bucky x fallen angel!reader, human!Peter Quill x fallen angel!reader, half angel!steve x fallen angel!reader

Warnings: I’m taking a leap with religion here so only read this if you aren’t put off by an alternate, fantasy version of God and religion. Also one single mention of the male member in the downstairs department.

Word count: 3.5k

Summary: After Lucifer defied God, he was cast out of Heaven as a fallen angel. He then summoned dark forces and became the Lord of Hell. Soon many fallen angels followed him and turned into demons. When his lover, the blue-haired angel Y/N, stands up for him, she too is doomed to live out her days as a fallen angel. But Hell is too warm for Y/N and she will never be a demon, so Y/N breaks up with Bucky, Lucifer’s human name, choosing a life on Earth instead. Yet when one of his demons steals Bucky’s most precious possession, they have to work together to prevent the end of all days and stop the coming of the Hopeless Kingdom.

A/N: Inspired by the series Lucifer, the Halsey song ‘Now or Never’ and frankly the entire album ‘Hopeless Fountain Kingdom’. Bucky’s look is as seen in the gif I use below the cut. Written for the writing challenge of @senorita-stucky and my prompt was “I saved your life” “You pushed me off a building!”.

Series masterlist can be found here

Thor was already waiting for you at the entrance of the House of Angelus, tapping his watch to indicate you’re late. “I thought you were going to come anymore,” the blond grins as his eyes crinkle at the corners. He’s happy to see you, despite his words.

You reach out to touch the shade falling from his featherlight ivory wings. They’re pulsing with power as if there’s lighting ruffling through the feathers. Even though humans can’t see the wings and it looks like you’re just awkwardly caressing thin air, you don’t care and continue to appreciate the second most beautiful wings you’ve ever seen. It’s what attracted you to Thor in the first place. A man’s wings are just as important as his cock.

“Still so handsome,” you chuckle softly, causing a blush to rise on the blond half-angel’s cheek. “But also so mean,” you add quickly as you pinch one of his feathers.

“What’s that for?,” he yelps as he soothes the sting. “What have I done to you?”

Pointing an accusatory finger at him, you squint your eyes at the man. “You sold one of my feathers!”

He looks a little like a lost puppy, bowing his head as he shamefully admits he did. “I just needed to pay off a debt, Y/N. It was nothing personal.” He shows you inside and you find your way to the living room. “That’s why you broke things off?”

After taking a seat on the white, leather couch, you don’t reply to his questions and instead fire a new one at him. “I’m here because I want to ask you about a half-angel called Steve Rogers. He sought me out and approached me at Equinox.”

“A lot of faces come and go in Angelus,” he sighs while prying his memory for any recollection that might surface. “Describe him for me, will you?”

“Ivory wings but they look like they’ve been on fire. The edges are smouldering, sizzling. Nobody has wings like that, not even the most powerful angels,” you explain to Thor and his face lights up with an idea.

He walks over to the ledger, where all visitors of the House of Angelus are asked to write their name down, and goes back a few days until he finds what he’s looking for. “I’ve had a female fallen angel bring a friend with her that had wings like that. Here.” He shows you the book and points a finger at the two names. “Sharon Carter and Steve Rogers.”

A laughs bubbles up in the back of your throat. “Sharon? Her wings are nothing compared to Steve’s.” You think back at the last time you saw Sharon Carter, when you were both still in Heaven. Her wings are tall but fragile, and an almost translucent white colour. They’re still rare and for some male angels and even demons, these kind of wings are considered to be very attractive.

“I know,” Thor answers as he puts the ledger back on its usual spot, “They were here to talk to the Maximoff brother. He didn’t seem all too pleased to see them but the woman scratched his wings with hers and he complied. They left with a suitcase.”

This piques your interest. Pietro Maximoff is a cocky guy, he would never willingly bow for anyone, male or female, even if they hurt his precious wings. “What do you think was in the suitcase?”

Thor purses his lips and moves from the opposite couch to sit next to you. “I could only catch a glimpse but I believe, from the shape of the suitcase, like a tube, I believe they were transporting a scroll.”

There’s only one scroll that could’ve been. “You think Pietro gave them the scroll that leads to the gate of the Hopeless Kingdom?”

The blond half-angel does not confirm your thoughts with words but his eyes say much more than that. He nods for you to follow him when a couple of fallen angels enters, taking you to his private chambers. This way he can speak more plainly. “Whatever was on that scroll, Pietro didn’t give it up without getting something in return.”

Rummaging trough a stack of papers, Thor pulls out a picture he printed out. On the photograph you see Pietro, Sharon and Steve discussing something. The picture was taken with a special lens, a mystical artefact that allows the photographer to capture the wings of angels on film as well as other objects hidden to the naked eye. On the picture you see Pietro’s silver wings are curved downwards as he accepts Sharon’s package, the blood on Pietro’s wings from where Sharon’s translucent ones cut him still fresh. Steve’s wings are also visible, in their full glory, and you marvel at their glistening exquisiteness.

Pietro is the mole in Wanda’s organisation. So why would he ask you for help? Unless he regrets helping Sharon and Steve, which is the only reason you can think of at the moment. Perhaps he understood the gravity of his actions and must’ve known you’d figure it out, meaning he is actually asking you to find the people Sharon and Steve are working with.

“You see what they gave to him?”

“Yeah,” you exhale deeply, “Pietro is now in possession of the Devil’s Key.” Which only begs the question, what is he going to do with it? If Sharon and Steve have already stolen the wings, what will he use it for?

You pass by your apartment before heading to the house of the Maximoffs and bump into Peter as soon as you open the door. “Hey there, champion,” you greet him with a sweet kiss on the lips. “What are you doing here?”

“I forgot my keys, babe,” Peter answers with that quirky, slightly crooked smile of his. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at Equinox?”

“I was there this morning, but Tony let me off work early. I’m going to see a friend now,” you reply smoothly. You told Peter you work at Equinox, for Tony, as a barista and occasional bartender. But you don’t, not really.

Sometimes you help out, but the money you use to pay rent is money that you got from Bucky’s night club. When you were still together, you quickly noticed how his nightclub was booming business. Bucky’s a rich man, but what does the devil do with all his wealth?

He gave half to you after the break-up.

“I have one question, babe,” Peter chuckles before stepping out of the door, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling your back to his chest. “Would you,” he presses his lips to the sweet spot under his ear, “Like to,” another kiss to your shoulder, “Go out with me to that fancy nightclub?”

Giggling as his beard tickles your skin, your agree and ask him what fancy nightclub he’s referring to? “You’ve got a couple in New York. There’s Gamora, the one that throws space parties. Or we could go to Nox? They say even the devil goes there to party.”

You stiffen when he proposes Nox as it is Bucky’s nightclub. Peter picks up on your change in demeanour and backs out of his offer. “Or we could just go out for dinner somewhere nice, if you’re not feeling like partying.”

“No, it’s fine,” you reply hastily, turning around so you can peck his lips as a sign of assurance. “You can choose.”

Your next destination is on the edge of the city and not a pleasant drive. You’ll have to pass two checkpoints and the first is just a blood test to establish your heritage. The next test is much more dangerous, as it requires you to show your wings in broad daylight. The Maximoffs have always been into dramatics, and they also like to know their opponents, hence the two checkpoints. They have gathered quite the fortune, mostly from donations of their followers, and the house they live in is nothing short of a mansion.

When you almost reach the first checkpoint, you get a call from Bucky and you put him on speaker. “Hey, Y/N, how is my favourite blue-haired fallen angel doing?”

“There’s only one blue-haired fallen angel, Buck,” you chuckle dryly but with an amused smile tugging at your lips. “And she’s doing good. Listen, I’ve got some information I wanna share with you. I know who’s got your key and if everything goes well, I’ll have it by this evening.”

“Perfect!,” Bucky exclaims into the phone, his glorious voice filling your ears. “You can come by NYX later if you want. I’ll have the champagne ready.”

There’s another car in front of you, wanting to pass through the first checkpoint, so you have to wait a little before it’s your turn. “I wouldn’t start celebrating yet, Bucky. I also have bad news.”

Immediately the mood drops and it’s evident in Bucky’s tone. “Go on…”

The person in front of you failed the blood test. They must be human. As the guards are telling the man to drive away from the premises, you ask Bucky if Nat told you about your meeting. “Yes, she did,” he sighs deeply, a little disappointed as well from the sound of it. “The Maximoffs?”

“Let’s not start with the Maximoffs,” you tell him sternly, “Let’s talk about your wings.”

You scroll down the car window and tell Bucky to wait and say nothing before you do so. You pass the blood test with ease, the guard even looking slightly impressed by the purity of your blood. Flashing him your biggest and most seductive smile, you scroll up the window again and drive on.

“Okay, Bucky, I don’t have time to yell at you now as I’m on my way to the Maximoffs, but know this, the next time I see you I am going to be very, very angry. Secondly, I am on my way to the Maximoffs.”

There’s a slight cringe in Bucky’s breathing when you mention you’re upset, but he soon recovers. “The Maximoffs?”

“Yes, I believe Pietro is or was working together with Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter,” you disclose, the second checkpoint already in sight. “Look, I don’t think Sharon is the mole in the House of Angelus. She was merely visiting. I think we ought to dig deeper. But I also know Pietro has the Devil’s Key, so I’m going to retrieve that for you first and then head back to Equinox. I have a date with Steve and I intend to find out what he’s planning.”

A touch of worry and distress laces Bucky’s words when he tries to talk you out of meeting with Steve. “You have no idea how dangerous he is.”

“I don’t. But I’ve caught a glimpse of his wings and even though they’re very impressive, I think I can handle him even if mine are clipped. I can’t fly anymore but I sure as hell can still fight if need be.”

Another sigh falls from Bucky’s lips and you assure him everything will be alright. “Peter wants to party tonight anyway, so I’ll be at NYX around 11 pm, okay? I gotta go now. Second checkpoint.”

After shutting off your phone as required before entering the second checkpoint, you shut off your car and step outside, standing in front of the guard with a smug smile. Shrugging off your jacket, you card a hand through your long, blue hair as you release your wings. The guard gapes at their pristine white colour, even whiter than a blank sheet of paper, the whitest wings in Heaven.

But he also noticed the harm done to the feathers, the touches of sky blue barely visible anymore. “What happened?,” he asks curiously, just like many others before him.

“God,” is your only reply but it’s a sufficient answer to the guard, who tells you where to park your car once you reach the mansion.

“Y/N!,” Wanda Maximoff smiles ever so sweetly, “Always a pleasure.”

“I’m not here for you, Wanda, I’m here for your brother,” you reply quickly, dismissing her ‘warm’ welcome and heading straight for Pietro’s room. You’ve only been here maybe once or twice in the past but thanks to your elephant memory you can easily find your way around again.

Wanda hurries after you and tries to stop you from entering. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” She unleashes her wings, almost as damaged as yours if not more, in an attempt to intimidate you. “Back off, Y/N.”

You do the same, your wings bigger and brighter than hers, and you effortlessly make a tear in her pretty feathers, causing her to cry out in pain and Pietro to emerge from his room. He is wearing nothing but leather trousers, his silver wings drawn out as well.

“What did you do?,” he hisses at you, his wings bending over in a threatening stance.

“The same thing Sharon did to you.” You nod towards the gash in his wings, still visible from where Sharon’s wings struck him. Wanda looks very confused as to what you mean, but Pietro tells her it’s okay and that she can wait in the living room. “Now tell me what I wanna know.”

Pietro beckons you inside his room, where you take a seat on the bed and wait for him to close the door behind him. Crossing his arms over his chest, Pietro leans the back of his head against the door. “What do you wanna know?”

“I wanna know who’s behind all of this? Who wants to open the gate to the Hopeless Kingdom?,” you charge full speed ahead, standing your ground as Pietro nods his head.

“They found your sword,” he simply replies, walking over to his study to open up the top drawer, fishing out the Devil’s Key. “Steve and Sharon.” He holds out the key for you to take and with confused eyes, you accept. “They wanted you to have the key back. They knew you’d come looking for me.”

Why would they want you to have it? Studying the key very closely, you don’t see any anomalies. Until Pietro points something out for you. “They had help from someone very high up… half-angels and fallen angels can’t absorb the dark energy from the key, but…”

“A real angel can…,” you whisper as you finish his sentence, some puzzle pieces falling into place. “Who is helping them?”

As dark energy originates from the same source as the magic angels use, they can easily take that energy and become more powerful. If an angel, a real angel, absorbed this type of pure dark energy from the Devil’s Key… then they can easily use that energy to wield the sword to break the seal to the gate of the Hopeless Kingdom.

“Do you know the story of how the angels were created?,” Pietro chuckles darkly and you smile sourly because of course you know. After all, you were one of the first angels to be created. “The scroll of the Hopeless Kingdom… I read it. I know the truth. The real story.”

With a scoff, you get up from the bed and walk towards him. “The scroll only tells half of the story.”

Pietro’s eyebrows frown in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“Not all angels were created by God. God is Bucky’s father but he is not my father. Neither is he my creator.” Inching away from Pietro, you check if he really did close the door before speaking further. “Humanity was created by God but the angels were created by his wife. Well, at least most of them were.”

“Holy…,” Pietro cusses under his breath, pouring himself a glass of water to help with the sudden sore throat. “God has a wife?,” he remarks dryly.

“Yes. Long before your time, before any of our time, two celestial beings united and created Earth. God then moved on to create Adam and Eve. But he spent much more time with these two than with his own companion, so She sent the snake that deceived Eve and led to their expulsion. Adam and Eve are the beacon of humanity and all thanks to Her snake.”

“To make up for the loss of Adam and Eve, She created her own Adam and Eve. She created two angels. Their names were T’Challa, a black angel with wings of solid gold,… and me.” Pietro’s eyes widen at your admission and you can’t admit but feel a little flattered. “My wings were made of marble, of the purest light in all of Heaven.”

“God considered me his daughter and T’Challa his son and for a moment all was fine. Together they created more angels, and not just create, but also give birth to a few angels, like Bucky.” You smile to yourself at the memory, but soon your smile turns sour. “But humanity evolved and they captured God’s attention again. He was even more intrigued by them and eventually fell in love with a human.”

Your wings start to flare up as you ball your hands into fists. “She found out and killed the woman. Her punishment? Being cast out to Earth to live as a human herself. She was found by a priest who took her in a nursed her back to health after she fell. He introduced her into his community and eventually She, too, found herself a human mate. From their union, the first half-angel was born.”

“Now, according to the scroll, God killed the child and built the Hopeless Kingdom to lock her up for good. But I was there when he built the Hopeless Kingdom and he did not kill the child. The child, a half-angel, was sent away to an orphanage where nobody would ever find it. They don’t even know if it’s a boy of a girl.”

With a now quivering voice, as you are so close to reveal what actually happened, the power surges through your wings like electricity. “There were angels who took Her side, and angels who sided with God. He locked all those angels in there with Her.”

“My brother, T’Challa, is in there, too. The only reason I haven’t opened the gates to that damned place yet, is because once She is out, she will wipe the earth of all living beings. No man, woman, child, angel or demon will be spared. Nothing that has the love of God will remain alive.”

“Don’t you understand, Pietro,” you address him directly, his eyes locked to the changes in your feathers, pulsating as if they have a heartbeat. It’s been too long since you’ve shown their true nature, their true glory. “I promised God I would never tell Bucky his mother is locked up in the Hopeless Kingdom. I promised to never speak a word of this to anyone, but now I have to break my promise to save us, to save humanity.”

“Why does she want to destroy Earth? Why do Sharon and Steve want to set her free? Why would…” Pietro has to bite his tongue in order not to tell who the angel is that is helping them, but it’s already too late.

You can feel the light stretch through your feathers, inspiring both awe, fear and humility in Pietro. Veins of a soft coloured baby blue curling into the marble, that unique touch of blue skies that distinguishes you from all other angels. It’s like a breath of fresh air on the first day of spring, surrounded by blossoms, buzzing bees and singing birds. For so long, you have masked your wings because He asked you to. For so long, you have hidden your true heritage from Bucky and everyone else. But no more.

“Why would a strong angel such as Carol (Danvers) help them?”

“Because Steve is the child, Her child, and Carol has always been Her favourite,” you disclose to Pietro, the marble in your wings now fully visible. “Sharon is only helping him as well because her sister Peggy is locked in there, too.”

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lionettbeau · 8 years ago

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Rules: Answer the questions, add one of your own, and tag one person for every question.

noah @wdbwotv held a knife to my throat and made me do this. i’m not tagging anyone, but if you want to do it, go for it.

1. COKE OR PEPSI: diet coke because i’m an animal

2. DISNEY OR DREAMWORKS: disney even though dreamworks made spirit and i would die for that horse 3. COFFEE OR TEA: SWEET TEA 4. BOOKS OR MOVIES: movies! i love cinematography and their impact on people 5. WINDOWS OR MAC: windows for gaming 6. DC OR MARVEL: i don’t know a thing about comics but i love wolverine so marvel 7. XBOX OR PLAYSTATION: playstation has been my life since i was born 8. DRAGON AGE OR MASS EFFECT: dragon age bc it has leliana and morrigan. plus origins is one of the best games i’ve ever played

9. NIGHT OWL OR EARLY RISER: night owl! i can’t wake up before 12 pm if i don’t have class 10. CARDS OR CHESS: cards since i’ve never played chess 11. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA: vanilla!! chocolate is evil unless its kit-kats 12. VANS OR CONVERSE: converse 13. LAVELLAN, TREVELYAN, CADASH, OR ADAAR: lavellan is my child, but honestly cousland (the warden) is my fav overall da origin

14. FLUFF OR ANGST: most of the stuff i write is angst but i also love mixing it with a fluffy ending 15. BEACH OR FOREST: i like forests more since i burn really easily in the sun 16. DOGS OR CATS: both are angels whom i love 17. CLEAR SKIES OR RAIN: rain unless i’m driving then it can die 18. COOKING OR EATING OUT: no one in my family can cook so eating out 19. SPICY OR MILD FOOD: mild bc i’m too white for spice 20. HALLOWEEN/SAMHAIN OR SOLSTICE/YULE/CHRISTMAS: halloween!! my dad and i always decorate our house and go all out 21. WOULD YOU RATHER FOREVER BE A LITTLE TOO COLD OR A LITTLE TOO HOT: too cold. texas has shown me that heat is the devil 22. IF YOU COULD HAVE A SUPERPOWER WHAT WOULD IT BE: shapeshifting since it’s op and can be used for like everything else

23. ANIMATION OR LIVE ACTION: animation i guess since i love video games

24. PARAGON OR RENEGADE: paragon i can’t be mean 25. BATH OR SHOWER: showers, i only take baths in nice hotel rooms 26. TEAM CAP OR TEAM IRONMAN: team bucky barnes if i even cared 27. FANTASY OR SCI-FI: fantasy!!! 28. DO YOU HAVE 3 OR 4 FAVORITE QUOTES IF SO WHAT ARE THEY:

“love is the maker’s best gift, and is infinite.” - leliana, dragon age

“we all make choices, but in the end, our choices make us.” andrew ryan, bioshock

“at some point you’ve got to decide who you wanna be. can’t let nobody make that decision for you.” moonlight

there’s probably more but i can’t think of them rn

29. YOUTUBE OR NETFLIX: youtube bc it has critical role and i just started watching it

30. HARRY POTTER OR PERCY JACKSON: idk those boys 32. STAR WARS OR STAR TREK: star wars 33. PAPERBACK BOOKS OR HARDCOVER BOOKS: hardcovers have a good aesthetic 34. FANTASTIC BEASTS OR CURSED CHILD: say what now 35. ROCK OR POP MUSIC: i had a metal phase, but i’m going to say pop because of love live 36. WHAT IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING IN YOUR LIFE: my close friends and writing when i can actually make myself productive 37. THE LAST BOOK YOU READ/THE ONE YOU’RE CURRENTLY READING: i’m reading a fic that’s as long as a book rn. it’s called “heaven is a place on earth,” and it’s for love live.

38: SONG THAT MAKES YOU SMILE/SONG THAT MAKES YOU CRY: girls like girls - hayley kiyoko / sing about me, i’m dying of thirst - kendrick lamar 39. FUNNY OR SCARY MOVIES: i lov scary movies 40. RULES ARE MADE TO BE BROKEN OR FOLLOWED: only broken in video games kids

41. LANGUAGES YOU CAN SPEAK: language has always been my worst subject so just english and some sign language 42. FAVOURITE ARTIST(S) OR BAND(S): kendrick lamar, drake, the weeknd, frank ocean, roy woods, hayley kiyoko,

43. WHO LAST MADE YOU SMILE: noah bc he’s my best bud 44. FAVORITE FILM(S): moonlight, carol, the handmaiden, perks of being a wallflower, the vvitch, her

45. FAVORITE GAME(S): souls series, dragon age origins, bioshock 1/2, mass effect, fallout new vegas, oxenfree, we know the devil

#em speaks #this took me forever

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destielstuffandthings · 6 years ago

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Chapter 29,

“I’m sorry, WHAT?” Sam is in shock. “That’s not possible.” “Oh, no, no it’s very possible.” Chuck says lightly. “I can make anything have celestial powers.” He turns around pointing. “That chair, this book, that ladder, everything. This just seemed appropriate.” he said gently touching the shroud. “So--I’m really a nephilim? What exactly does that mean?” Sam asks shakily. “Well, you’re still Sam. You’re just kinda...new and improved. Think of everything angels can do and--I dunno, add whatever you have learned in your human life and kinda, mesh it all together.” he says, interlocking his fingers. Everyone is still stunned. “Gabriel, since you and Sam are--” he purses his lips, “umm, what’s the right phrase here..” he wonders to outloud. “Knockin’ boots?” Gabriel offers with a shrug. “Uh, yeah, sure. That’s a little more crass than what I was-- but yeah, it’ll do. Since you two are--that--I’m asking you to explain any and all questions that Sam may have from now until,” he tosses a hand in the air, “forever.” Sams turns to Gabriel. “Forever? Like, forever, forever?” he says with a giant smile. Gabriel shrugs and holds out his hand. “I guess so, baby boy. You ready for this?” Sam strides over and leans into his angel and wraps him in a tight hug. Eremiel crosses her arms and taps her foot. Chuck turns to her with his hand on his chin. “How would you like to be my new scribe?” Her face turns white. “My King I’d--” “Please,” he interrupts, “call me Chuck from now on, ok?” Eremiel blinks rapidly. “Yes, sir. Chuck, I’d be honored.” Chuck puts his hand on her shoulder and she just about faints. “Great. Someone is going to have to write down what’s happened here today and since you got a first hand look at it, you’d be perfect.” he says with a beaming smile. Chuck picks up the tablet and turns to walk out the door. Eremiel hangs her head. “You’ve GOT to be kidding me.’ she whispers to herself. “I’m gonna go now.” Chuck announces. “I’ll take care of the tablet. You take care of Earth. I’ll--see you around I guess. Bye.” he waves and then he’s gone.

“He’s still so painfully awkward.” Gabriel chuckles. “You’d think the creator of literally everything would be, I dunno, better at interacting with people.” “We have to tell Dean!” Sam smiles. “How do I--can I teleport like you guys?” Gabriel smiles. “We don’t call it that, but yeah, I don’t see why not? Just think about Dean and you’ll be there in a flash. Oh--just be careful. I can’t count how many times I’ve flown in on people who were ‘indisposed’. Maybe just focus on the bunker for now.” he chuckles. “Are you coming with me?” Sam asks in a hopeful voice. Gabriel wraps his arms around his man. “Forever.” is all he says.

They land in Sams room, still wrapped in each others arms. Gabriel looks around for a second before he says “Good job, Sammy. Perfect landing.” He presses his lips against Sams gently. Sams body is flooded with feelings he’s never had before. His blood is singing, his skin is on fire in the best of ways, he can feel the air shift around him. He pulls back. “What was that?” he huffs. Gabriel smiled an ran his hand down Sams cheek. “That, Sammy boy, is how angels experience love. We feel everything on a cosmic scale.” His hand runs down his neck to his chest. “Can you feel that?” he asks softly. Sam closes his eyes and steadies his breathing. His chest is tingling. It feels like thousands of tiny stars are lighting up his insides. His shoulders begin to rise and Gabriel removes his hand quickly. “Hey, hey whoa, hang on Sammy.” he clamps his hands around Sams back and holds tight. “You don’t wanna open those bad boys in here. You saw what mine did in heaven. Yours would crumble this little bunker.” he laughs. Sam smiles sheepishly. “Sorry, I didn’t know--I can’t help it.” his mouth ghosts over Gabriels lips and lightly presses against them. His tongue forces Gabriels mouth open and he starts to feel fire burn in his belly. His shoulders seem to move on their own. He pulls away quickly and balls his fists. “I gotta work on that.” he grins. “Oh baby boy, you have a lot of time to learn self control. And I’ll be there every step of the way. Why don’t we go find your brothers?” Sam smiled wide at that. Castiel was his celestial brother now. That made his heart so full.

They walk through the bunker together, hand in hand. They stop in front of Deans room and knock. “Hey, Dean? We’re back.” he shouts. There’s muffled voices coming from the room and light laughter. The bed creaks and he hears footsteps. Dean cracks the door open slightly. His hair is a total mess and he’s only wearing a sheet. “Oh, hey! Hey, guys what’s up? How--Cas stop--how was heaven?” he asks nervously. “Good.” Sam squints his eyes. “Um, can you get dressed and meet us in the library? We have some news. You know...whenever you’re...done.” Dean lets out a sharp breath and looks behind the door and laughs. “Seriousl--ah!” he laughs. “Yeah, yes. Sam, we’ll be out in ten.” he slams the door. “TWENTY!” Castiel yells and laughs. The bed creaks again and he room falls silent. Gabriel shakes his head. “Gross.” is all Sam says as they walk away.

Gabriel is sitting on the table in front of Sam in the library. Sam is lightly running his hands up his angels thigh and lets out a soft hum. He leans down and gently kisses his neck up to his ear. “I can’t keep my hands off you.” he whispers into Gabriels ear. He reaches behind Sams back and pulls him close, lifting the end of his shirt out of his pants. “You won’t hear me complain.” he moans. He slides his hand up Sams back and presses in his fingertips as Sam bites down on his ear. “I can feel everything.” Sam sighs. His hands work their way up to Gabriels waist, starting to unbutton his pants. “I want to feel you.” is all Gabriel says. Sams places one of his hand on Gabriels back and tugs. The shirt falls off his body like a petal from a flower. “Payback.” Sam growls. Gabriel takes in a sharp breath and runs his tongue across Sams bottom lip. “Ah, God, come on guys.” Dean groans from the doorway. “Get a freaking room.” He doesn’t care that his brothers are watching, Sams eyes don’t leave his angels. He plants one last sweet kiss before pulling away and buttons his pants. Dean is taken back by his brothers brazen behavior. “So,” he clears his throat, “We have something to tell you guys, too.” Castiel takes Deans hand. “After everything that happened in heaven--Oh, hey, by the way,” Dean walks over and reaches a hand out to Gabriel, “really glad you’re alright man.” They shake hands and Dean pulls Gabriel in for a quick hug. “Anyway,” he begins again, “after heaven, when we left, Castiel took me somewhere special.” He looks over lovingly at his angel and smiles. “Where?” Sam asks curiously. Castiel smiles. “The garden of Eden.” Gabriel and Sams eyes widen. “Wow. Like thee garden of Eden?” Sam gasps. “Yes. And while we were there,” Castiel beams, “I asked Dean to marry me.”

The room is dead silent for exactly 3 seconds before it erupted in cheers and happy yelling. They’re all smiling and laughing and hugging each other. “Oh my God! Oh my GOD I can’t believe this!” Sam shouts. He hugs his brother and holds him close for a long time, tears welling in their eyes. Gabriel and Cas share a quick hug and pats on the back. Sam runs his hand over his face. “I seriously--my God, you guys. I can’t tell you how happy I am for you.” Sam hugs Cas tight. Castiel stiffens and pulls back. “Sam?” is all he says. He freezes. Dean looks at the expression on Cas’ face and squints. “What’s wrong?” Sam steps back next to Gabriel. “Well, like I said. We--we have something to tell you too.”

“A freaking nephilim? YOU’RE a Nephilim? So, you touched the shroud of turban--” “Turin.” everyone corrects him. Dean closes his eyes and holds up a hand. “Turin, and then presto chango, you’re a nephilim?” Sam looks at his brother and shrugs. “Don’t-” mimics Sam shrugging “-me, man. Seriously.” “It’s not a bad thing, Dean. It’s incredible. I’m the same guy, just with perks. I didn’t know this was going to happen and when God showed--” “GOD?! YOU SAW GOD?” Dean shouts. Everyone got very quiet. Dean sighed loudly. “Sorry, this is just--it’s a lot to fucking take in.” He runs his hand over his face roughly and turns to Cas. “Any input whatsoever?” he asks. “I’m frankly as shocked as you are. No offense, Sam.” Cas says apologetically. “I knew the shroud had powers, but I never thought God would let anyone touch it.” Sam lowers his head and Gabriel put his hand on Sams leg comfortingly. “Listen guys and gals, we can sit here all night and tear this down to the studs, but like it or not, Sammy boy here is and will remain a nephilim. We can talk about this rationally or not at all.” Everyone is shocked with how logical Gabriel is being right now, himself as well. Dean puts his head in his hands and sighs, rubbing his eyes. “I need a drink. You all need drinks. I’m going to go get drinks. Then, were talking about every detail of this.” he points demandingly at everyone.

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