oh yes i fixed a few stuff

Liam and Jaal getting into a compliment battle that began very Innocent and honest.

“You are a most skilled fighter, Liam. I enjoy watching your prowess in the field.”

“Ah thanks mate you’re all good with that techie stuff. Fixed my shields a few time yeah? ”

“Yes well only because you so expertly kept me safe from wayward by bullets. I simply had to return the favor.”

“Of course, I did. Gotta protect our biggest asset, you know? Wouldn’t be good to let you get hurt.”

“Oh, but would not our crisis response be of greater importance? Where then would we be in a crisis?”

“Ah you would all manage, I bet. But we only got one Angara mate and that makes you priority one in my book.”

“Well, in mine, that would be you. I would not want to be caught in a crisis without you.

“Oh, uh, aha, well ah alright thanks yeah. Back at you.”

Or it devolves into Jaal making Liam feel like the stars and then they smooch and cuddle.

Touched By An Angel (Part 2/3)

Author: Assbutt

Character: Castiel

Reader gender: female

Warnings: cussing, fluff

Author’s note: this was a just requested by anon but I felt like it should be really long so I’m putting it into parts. I hope you like it!


Dean prayed and you heard something shuffle behind you. You turned to see a beautiful man with bright, blue eyes and sexy, dark hair. They were right, he did wear a trench coat.

“Hello, Dean. Hello, Sam.” The man you assumed was Castiel had a sexy deep voice.

“Is this Castiel?” You turned to look at Dean.

“I am Castiel. Angel of The Lord.” Castiel stated.

“Yeah. But we call him Cas.” Dean chuckled.

“Hello, Cas. I’m (y/n). Nice to meet you.” You extended a hand to him and he shook it gladly.

“Likewise. Why was I called to come here?” Cas’ tone came out a little sharper than he intended.

“Well, (y/n) here… Has decided that she wants to make some angel wings. And-”

You cut Dean off, “And I can’t find any feathers big enough. Sam and Dean said that- that you might be able to help…”

Cas nodded, “I believe I could be of use. I can give you my feathers that have fallen off.”

“Thank you so much!” You subconsciously wrapped your arms around the angel with a big smile on your face. You’d expected him to push you off with a disgusted look on his face, but instead he lightly hugged you back.

You backed away slowly, “Uh- sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Cas smiled. He had the most amazing smile.

Dean cleared his throat, “Wait, so if we can’t see your wings, how is she supposed to use them?”

“What do you mean? I can see his wings fine.” Your brow furrowed.

Sam’s jaw dropped as he looked at Cas, whose face was also shocked. Dean folded his arms with a smug face.

“What?” Sam said, stunned.

“Yeah. They’re huge! And jet black, and they also have like- all the colors? I don’t know how to describe them. But they’re beautiful.” You ran your fingers through the luxurious feathers.

Cas’ eyes fluttered shut as he let out a pleasured moan.

Sam and Dean’s eyes both widened and they took a step back.

“I- sorry. My- my wings are v- very sensitive.” Cas breathed.

“No! I’m sorry! I should’ve asked.” You apologized.

“Well, ANYWAYS… We’re gonna go.” Dean laughed nervously.

“Thank you for introducing me.” You said, leading them to the front door.

“Happy to help.” Sam smiled as they left.

“See ya around.” Dean smiled as well and then they were gone.

You skipped back to your craft room to find Cas. But he wasn’t there.

“Shit.” You said to yourself. You probably scared him off. That, or you gave him a boner, judging by the sound that he made when you touched his wings. You cursed yourself for being such an idiot. First of all, why would an angel of The Lord, who you’re sure had much more important things to do, want to help you? And second, you seriously invaded his personal space.

You sighed and sat on your bed, starting to flip through channels on your tv. After five minutes of watching some cooking show, the tv started getting staticky and changing channels by itself. Your bedroom lamp shattered and then the tv started screeching as you crawled under your bed to shield yourself from whatever was going on. You pressed your palms flat against your ears and saw glass fly across your room as the window exploded inwards. The screeching stopped and you waited a few minutes before looking out from under your bed.

“Hello, (y/n).” Cas spoke surprisingly calmly as you crawled out and stood up.

“Did you see that?!” You looked around.

“Yes. That was my fault. I- I apologize.” Cas hung his head.

“That couldn’t have been you-”

“It was. I was trying to speak. But not with my vessel’s voice. When an angel tries to speak, it messes with electricity, and the sound waves and frequency shatter glass. I am truly sorry for the mess.” Cas apologized again.

You put a hand on his shoulder cautiously, “It’s okay.” You laughed lightly. “It couldn’t have gotten much messier than it was.”

Cas smiled at your reassuring words. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled wide. But then your smile faded a little, “Um, Cas, why did you leave?”

“I- I would rather not discuss it, (y/n).” He wouldn’t look you in the eye.

“It was the wings, wasn’t it? I’m sorry.”

“Yes. But it’s alright. I mean it felt good- I uh-” he stuttered.

You laughed, “You don’t have to explain it, Cas. I think I understand.”

“I also left, to get you these.” He pulled out some enormous, shining, beautiful black feathers from his trench coat.

“Oh my God! I mean- gosh.” You probably shouldn’t use his father’s name in vain when he’s trying to help you. He laughed a little when you fixed your sentence. “These are amazing, Cas. Yours, I assume?”

“Yes. I can get some from the other angels if you wish.” He smiled.

“You don’t have to. If you happen to come across a few that you think I couldn’t live without, you can get them for me. But don’t go out of your way. I already feel bad taking stuff from you.”

“Don’t feel bad. I had no more use for them anyways, plus I would love to help you.” He smiled reassuringly.

“Thanks.” You said shyly.

“You’re welcome.”

You took the feathers from his hands and pulled out the wings you’ve been working on for about two years. Most of the time was spent collecting feathers and figuring out the way you would lay them down, but now that you had part of what you needed, hopefully things would speed along.

“I can bring you more of my feathers as I lose them.” Cas said.

“That would be lovely.”

“My brother, Gabriel has wings with more of a golden color. Shall I bring some of those?”

“Yes, please.” You turned and smiled at him.

He eyed the wings that you pulled out of the closet. You noticed his stare, “They kinda suck. I haven’t really had the materials to work on them much.”

“They’re beautiful.” Cas said, moving his gaze from the wings to your eyes.

“Th- thank you.” Your voice caught in your throat. It kind of JUST hit you that you were talking to an angel. A wonderful, beautiful, kind angel.

He nodded. “I hate to do this, but I must be going.”

“Oh! Of course! I’m sure you have more important things to do.” You laughed.

“You are very important. Don’t put yourself down. I hope to see you again soon. Just pray if you need anything.” He kissed your forehead gently. You closed your eyes and leaned into him. Just as quickly as the kiss started, he was gone.