All three of us are horrible muns to our special duo. So, I thought we could all use some sweet Sabriel fluff.
(Yes, I wrote this at 4 in the morning. I’m not sorry.)
Okay, so this was not the
morning that Sam had planned. At all. But still, he could see the appeal.
He moaned a bit drunkenly, eyes
rolling back, as he melted into the kiss that was currently stealing all of his
oxygen. His hands gripped thin hips, pulling his companion closer to the table’s
edge. He hummed softly as his lover started giggling, breaking the kiss.
“Well, that sure turned some
lights on this morning. Now didn’t it, Samshine?” Gabriel chuckled as he pulled
back from the kiss. His chuckle turned to snickers at the dazed, slightly
stupid look currently sitting on Sam’s face.
“Wha’?” Sam cleared his throat
and shook his head. He blinked a few times and looked at the angel currently
sitting on the library table in front of him. He flushed brightly and cleared
his throat again, “Gabe, what’re you doing here?! Dean’s gonna see you!” Sam
warned frantically, he gripped the angel’s hips desperately. Gabriel pouted at
this, giving Sam an unimpressed look.
“It’s time for you to come out
of the closet, Sammich… And eat breakfast.” Gabriel’s pout quickly transformed
into a massive grin as he held up his hands and produced two silver trays, one
on each palm, “I brought hot chocolate and beignets!”
The archangel shifted the trays
forward towards Sam and winked. The tray on his left hand had two mugs of
wonderfully sweet smelling hot chocolate. While the tray on his right hand had
a huge plate of little square deep friend pastries smothered in powdered sugar.
The entire “breakfast” looked teeth-rottingly delicious.
“Gabe! It’s eight in the
morning!” Sam gasped in horror, “I can’t eat that much sugar for breakfast!”
“But Sam-a-lamb, I flew all the
way to New Orleans for these!” Gabriel whined sweetly, pouting cutely as his
bottom lip quivered. He shifted his hips forward, like Sam’s grip was nothing,
and plopped off the edge off the desk onto Sam’s lap, “Can’t we just have one quick one?”
The archangel clicked his tongue
and one of the beignets appeared between his lips. He held it gently with his
teeth as he smiled flirtatiously around it. He blinked innocently at the
hunter while holding the powdery treat in his mouth. The look made Sam chuckle
as a predatory gleam flickered in the hunter’s eye.
“Ya got a point, Gabe. A quickie
never hurts.” Sam growled playfully and grinned before seductively biting the
other end of the beignet in Gabriel’s mouth. To hell with his morning research!
There was a sugar-coated archangel on his lap that needed his undivided
attention before he became a hot mess of chocolate and powdered sugar all over
So The Enemy kind of has the four horsemen of the apocalypse.
Okay but hear me out.
I was flicking through my old bible (yes, this heathen still owns a bible) and I was reading Book of Revelation and I had a thought about the characters.
Ed would be The Lamb described because although Small Sam is The Lamb in The Enemy, in the bible; The Lamb is the one who starts it and Small Sam wasn’t really the one who started the whole story, technically it was Ed - therefore, Ed is The Lamb.
David would be the rider on the White Horse - known as Conquest or Pestilence - because he was described as “he who sat on it had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.” David wanted to take over London and announced himself as king.
I saw Jordan being the rider on the Red Horse - known as War - because he was described as “to him who sat on it, it was granted to take peace from the earth, and that men would slay one another; and a great sword was given to him.” Jordan’s character is very much like an army general in the midst of a war at all times, even at the very beginning.
I saw Matt as being the rider on the Black Horse - known as Famine - because he was described as “he who sat on it had a pair of scales in his hand. And I heard something like a voice in the center of the four living creatures saying, “A quart of wheat for a denarius, and three quarts of barley for a denarius; but do not damage the oil and the wine.” Matt seems to me being the only real contender for famine because his character is very much like a silent but dangerous force, one that should not be underestimated.
St. George/Greg would be the rider on the pale horse - known as Death - because it was described as “he who sat on it had the name Death; and Hades was following with him. Authority was given to them over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by the wild beasts of the earth.” This really shouldn’t need explaining.
“Hey sammyyyy Kins got a favor to ask of you”
Gabriel said appearing infront of the other putting his hands on his hips smirking when he scared Sam “okay being messenger and all I was told to tell you that your gonna play body guard to a kid name Darius Salvatore…no interrupting Sam ah lamb…okay the kid is kind of the reincarnation of my big bro Michael alright the kids sweet and adorable I’m sure you’ll love him..he lives in Mystic falls virgina with his father Stefan and his uncle Damon two brothers who are vamps..did I mention this kids an angel and vamp hybrid? Well he is not you are to pick him up..and have him live with you and dean…people are trying to kill him and marry him left and right..marry him for power obviously anyway toodles and good luck”. Gabriel disappears before a word could be said but still makes sure the other goes to Darius.
Okay so Flam Jam was hanging with her rad fam, when Sam ate the bad ham. All of her rad fam said "god damn" as they exited the building to the hospital. Flam Jam and her rad fam brought Sam up to Doctor Lamb as the doctor said "Sorry ma'am." All of Flam Jam's rad fam never ate the bad ham ever again.
A second made-up title for you to work with: On Bended Knee.
1) My first idea was for giving interiority to Shakespeare’s Catherine of Valois, who, after half a lifetime of being negotiated over, gets a king as her passionate suppliant. How she feels about it is something of an enigma.
2) My second idea was for further exploration of Victor and Ilsa’s pre-Casablanca relationship, because there is no immediately apparent reason (social or personal) for these precious self-sacrificing idiots to get married after knowing each other for ca. 2-3 months max. Neither of them has family closer than a few countries away; neither of them appears to be particularly religious; it’s 1939, the world is at war, and they don’t care about causing scandal… but they still get married. IDIOTS. I LOVE THEM.
3) My last and most teasing thought is about Andrew and Sam, our precious lambs of Foyle’s War. Each of them is so efficient, and so insecure, and so generous, and so clumsy, and I just want them to be happy.