she is now my face for gabriel

Imagine Gabriel protecting you from Lucifer

Word count: 762

Warnings: kinda spoilers if you haven’t seen season 5.

A/N: Might turn this into like a mini series thing because it kinda ends on a cliffhanger. Also it was really hard to write my sin-namon roll Lucifer as a bad guy because I love him too much (I literally use quotes from the show in this though aha, I guess I block out all of the bad things he does). 

 requests for one shots/imagines are open.

A loud gasp escaped your lips as you were flung to the side of the room. Breathing heavily, you reached up touching your head wiping away the blood which was dripping down your face. Lucifer walked over to your limp body before smirking and letting out a small laugh.

“Broken. Flawed! Abortions.” Lucifer announced as he lifted his foot ready to stomp down hard on your neck.

Instantly, Lucifer’s body was flung onto the opposite side of the room, painfully you pushed yourself into a sitting position looking up to see Gabriel running towards your weak body. His arms snaked around your waist as you leaned into his chest. Leaning down, he placed a kiss into your hair.

“Guys! Get her outta here.” Gabriel ordered to Sam and Dean after giving you a long kiss on the forehead.

Sam and Dean dragged you away from your boyfriend but you thrashed and screamed not wanting to be taken away from him. You knew what he was doing was suicide and that if you left Gabriel there would be a hundred percent chance you would never see him again. You continued to kick and scream as both Sam and Dean pulled you towards the door, you looked up into your boyfriend’s eyes seeing sadness and love radiating off of them.

Suddenly Lucifer flicked his hand and the Winchester brother’s grips on your arms were released as they were blown back out of the room, the door closing quickly and locking behind them. Almost as soon as you were free from Sam and Deans grip, you ran back over to Gabriel pulling him into a passionate kiss which he quickly responded to, his wings wrapped around you protectively.

“Over a girl. Gabriel, really?” You and Gabe pulled away from each other when Lucifer spoke but his arm and wing were still wrapped around you pulling you protectively into his chest, “I mean I knew you were slumming, but I hope you didn’t catch anything.”

“Lucifer, you’re my brother. And I love you. But you are a great big bag of dicks.” Gabriel spoke seriously causing you to giggle slightly making him look down at you and smile. His hand stroked your waist back and forth to calm you down from the situation you were both in. “I’m sorry Lucifer, I truly am, but I am in love with Y/N, she is my soulmate and I would do anything to protect her.” Gabriel dropped his archangel blade into his hand.

Lucifer’s head shot up once he heard the word ‘soulmate’, it had been thousands upon thousands of millenniums since an angel had found a soulmate and now he stood in front of one.

“Soulmate?” Lucifer spoke quietly to himself, confusion laced his voice and his face contained a shocked expression. Out of all of the possible outcomes to today that Lucifer could have thought of, this was definitely not one of them. His brother had found his soulmate and he was in complete and utter shock until the reality of what was supposed to be happening came crashing down quickly around him.

That’s when it happened almost too fast. With a flick of the wrist, you were ripped out of the comfortable hold of your boyfriend and thrown into Lucifer’s arms, an archangel blade pressed firmly against your neck. Your eyes flicked up to your boyfriend, he looked completely and utterly broken.

“Please Lucifer, don’t do this!” Gabriel begged, “Do whatever you want with me, just leave Y/N out of this.”

“Hm, Y/N… I quite like that name,” Lucifer replied before pressing the blade deeply into your neck.

Pain shot through your body as your throat filled up with blood and you gargled. You reached out to your boyfriend as darkness took over and your body fell to the floor.

“NO!” Gabriel screamed rushing over to your limp body, taking it into his hands as he rocked your empty body back and forth stroking a hand through your hair.

Tears overflowed his eyes when he heard the sound of fluttering wings fill the quiet room, he looked up to see Lucifer had gone leaving only him in the room, crying over your dead body.


You gasped loudly jolting up quickly, a hand reaching for your neck as you panted heavily. Confusion overcame you as there was no blood or any sign that you had your neck sliced open.

You quickly looked around the room and were shocked when you laid eyes on the person sat watching you next to the bed you were laid on.

“Chuck?”

I want a scenario where Adrien finds out his scarf was actually from Marinette and not his dad, and for it not to go very well at first.

Because while I’m sure Adrien would understand it was a mix up and still, his friend went out of her way to make him a gift, I can’t imagine him really looking at the scarf for a while and being happy about it, not while knowing his dad didn’t actually get him anything at all. Adrien would have very mixed feelings about it IMO, and I wouldn’t really blame him either.

So, angst time. Adrien wants to confront his dad about it but he’s overseeing a fashion show and he couldn’t ask Nathalie because she went with him, so that leaves Marinette. He pulls her aside after school, and there’s so much anger and resentment for his dad building up, and he really doesn’t want to take it all out on Marinette, but Adrien’s afraid that if he opens his mouth he might say something he’ll come to regret, so instead he pulls his scarf out from his bag and smooths out a corner of it, displaying Marinette’s tiny signature for her to see. 

He can see the panic flash in her eyes while she stares at the scarf, but it doesn’t seem like she can find words, so he asks a question, “Why didn’t you you say something?”

Meanwhile, Marinette really IS panicking. True to what she told Alya all those months ago, Marinette tries to explain that she didn’t want him to be disappointed that the scarf wasn’t actually from his dad, just her, but even as she explains this she can see it’s not making Adrien feel better and honestly, it’s no wonder. 

(“I wish you said something earlier,” Adrien finally says, and he’s rubbing his neck and chuckling and trying to keep the situation light. “I feel like a bit of an idiot.)

Because Marinette let the secret go on for too long, and surely finding out a cherished present wasn’t actually from his dad after all this time believing that it was… it must have hurt. It must have hurt ten times worse than if Marinette would have just told him the truth, though surely that would make her look like an opportunist more than anything. She didn’t want to come off as selfishly wanting his attention. Marinette was stuck, honestly. She didn’t know if there was a right way to have gone about that situation. So she says the only thing she can.

“I’m sorry.”

And offers the only thing she can think of.

“I-I can take the scarf back, if you want.”

Now Adrien feels bad, because he really wants to keep it. He wants to look at the scarf and think, ‘my friend made this for me, she took time and care to knit this with me in mind.’ But instead, all he can see is Gabriel Agreste’s stern face, and all he can think when he sees the baby blue fabric is that his own dad didn’t even bother buying one of those lame pens for his birthday this time. 

Tentatively, he hands the scarf back to her.

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Kink #12: Breeding!Kink

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader (Sister!Winchester)

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 324

Warnings: NSFW, Unsafe Sex, Breeding Kink

Requested by @bohowitch​: Hope you don’t mind the little addition to the reader I did. Otherwise, enjoy.

Check out the other darling, kinky, wordy chickies that are abusing themselves with this much smut. @formidablepassion, @helvonasche,  @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell, and @when-the-day–met-the-night

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You Don’t Have to be Alone

Hey @heyo-cherrio! Happy holidays, and hope you’re having a wonderful day! I’m your secret Santa, and I had a lot of fun writing this! Hope you enjoy your gift! :)

Thanks to @ladyserendipitous for helping with the idea, @megatraven for reading it over, and @charme-miraculeux for the title!


“Hey, Marinette!”

Marinette almost froze in place when Adrien’s familiar voice sounded from behind. She turned to see him approach her, and she smiled, a blush already rising to her cheeks. “A-Adrien! Hi!”

Alya watched with a small smirk from beside her, glancing at Nino with a knowing look as he trailed behind Adrien.

“Now that finals are pretty much over, I had a favor to ask.” Adrien smiled, tugging his blue scarf just a bit tighter. “I wanted to commission you to make something for my father for Christmas.”

Marinette’s jaw dropped as the color drained from her face. “You…what? For your father? For…for Gabriel Agreste?” Not that she doubted her ability to make something incredible, but the idea of making something for her long-time idol was daunting.

Alya mouthed a quick question to Nino. “Did you do this?”

Nino shook his head with a grin.

Adrien nodded. “He was really impressed by your bowler hat, and I want to give him something great after my birthday gift.”

Marinette smiled. “O-Okay. I’d be happy to help!”

“Thanks!” He glanced over her shoulder at the limo that had just pulled up. “Sorry, I need to get home. Can I call you? We can set up a time to brainstorm something and talk about cost.”

“Oh, d-don’t worry about the cost!” She waved a hand and grinned. “Do you need my number?”

“I already have it.” He patted her shoulder as he rushed by her. “We’ll talk later!”

“Y-yeah. Later.” Marinette’s voice trailed off as her brain short-circuited at the brief contact.

Alya hugged her the instant Adrien’s car door closed. “That. Was. Amazing! Girl, he is into you!”

Marinette nearly toppled over and laughed as Alya’s hair tickled her cheek. “No, you think? I-I mean, he’s just asking for something to give his dad…”

Nino chuckled. “Yeah, for his fashion designer dad.” He shrugged. “At least he definitely knows you’ve got the skill to do it.”

Marinette squealed. “Alya, this is incredible! Plus we’ll get to spend a bunch of time together and…” Her grip on Alya’s arm tightened. “Together. In my room.”

“Way ahead of you.” Alya laughed, waving a quick goodbye to Nino. “Come on, let’s do some redecorating.”

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Misunderstandings

Pairing: Gabriel x Reader
Word count: 656
Warnings: Fluff.
Request: ( Anonymous ) May I request a one shot where Gabriel has feelings for the reader, who’s living Dean and Sam at the bunker and is close friends with Sam and also has feelings for Gabriel but neither is brave enough to tell the other and it leads to a misunderstanding where Gabriel thinks the reader has feelings for Sam and the reader thinks Gabriel just doesn’t like her? I’m sorry if that sounds stupid. If you’re willing to do that, than thank you, if not I’m sorry for wasting your time.
Challenge:  This was written for @quick-act-supernatural’s 100 Followers Challenge. My prompt was “I’ve never seen Frozen and at this point I’m afraid to.”
Authors Note: Just a fluffy little drabble that’s made up almost entirely of dialog and I combined a request and a challenge.  Thanks !

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    No wonder Gabe hate taking pictures   
{ Mercy asked Gabe for picture, well even that he don’t like taking pictures but she only said that was for her album only so…. no hurt to accept [ and he fell into a trap ] } 

  When he found out:

    I want to be stupid so I think about this one, not too funny but I tried my best ‘’’’OTL……..

        BONUS: 
 Reyes’s smilling face :) 

and Young McCree’s stupid face :v 

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// supernatural first dates aesthetic (12/12)

// dean winchester | sam winchester | castiel | adam milligan | charlie bradbury | kevin tran | chuck shurley | gabriel | balthazar | lucifer | crowley | rowena |

// wine tasting

// “You know, this is my first time doing this.” Rowena turned to you with an amused grin, a glass of wine in her hands. “What, a date?” Shyly, you shook your head, already feeling your face heat up with a light flush. “No, I mean… wine tasting.” You heard the cheerful sound of her laughter, and she playfully bumped her shoulder against yours. “Well, then, I’m glad to be your first, darling.” You felt her hand suddenly take yours. “Now, come on. Don’t worry, you’ll be safe with me.”

~Mama Admin~

Hit and Miss - Gabriel x British!Reader

Summary: Gabriel and the reader both have feelings for each other, and even through they speak the same language, accents can be tough.
Word count: 1639
Warnings: Alcohol, swearing and too much Cockney rhyming slang (but to be fair, Cockney is the most amazing accent in the world)

Your name: submit What is this?

A/N: PISSED MEANS DRUNK IN BRITISH, NOT ANGRY :)
I used loads of Cockney rhyming slang here, and I have a “translation” list under the fic. Enjoy!


“For the last time, Dean, we don’t go around calling people ‘guvnah’!” you shouted at the arrogant Winchester who sat across from you.
“A’ight mate, top of the mornin’ to ya,” Dean continued, straying further and further from the British accent he was trying to do. “Alright, so why does Dick Van Dyke do that?”
“Because Dick Van Dyke is an American imposter, Dean,” you growled and downed the rest of your beer. You were so done with this conversation, and all you wanted was to haul your arse over to the archangel in the other room, where he was sitting with Cas.
“See ya lay’ah, guv, now shu’ up or you’ll be brown bread,” you said to Dean in your best Mockney accent, blowing a raspberry at him before you left. Dean nearly fell off his chair laughing. “Bloody paper hat…” you muttered and moved into the library instead.

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I know this is early but I have no guarantee for when I can post it for the next week…so better early than late. Happy Valentine’s day @shotsfrid! I’m your Secret Cupid ^_^

Title: The Best Present
Summary: He couldn’t think of what to get for her at all. Luckily, he had his special methods for obtaining information. (slight Adrinette, slight Marichat, general friendship feels)

“Can you believe I got Chloe? What do I get Chloe?” Marinette whined.

Alya snorted. “I don’t blame you for freaking out. She’ll probably throw whatever it is away anyway.”

Adrien pursed his lips. What would Marinette want? I don’t know her well enough…

“Don’t worry Mari, if you make it extensive she’ll be disgusted anyway. Just don’t put much effort, it’s useless.”

Marinette sighed. “I don’t want to do that though…”

Adrien turned slightly to look at the girls. He debated asking Alya for help, but he had no proof she wouldn’t tell Marinette that he had received Marinette’s name in the Secret Cupid drawing.

After the rest of his classes, Adrien was driven immediately to a photoshoot. He continue to spend time wondering what to get her. He knew she was into fashion and he knew she was hard-working. That’s it.

He was ashamed to know so little about someone as kind as her.

That night, after finishing his homework, he spent some time online, searching for ideas. He didn’t want to get her generic chocolates or anything, he could do better. He was Adrien Agreste, after all.

In a fit of impulsivity (and through Plagg’s endless complaints), he transformed into Chat Noir and took off into the night.

He landed on a familiar roof, walking over to knock on her trapdoor. He had visited before, curious about his rather shy classmate. It probably explained why she opened the trapdoor without questioning his visit.

“Hi, Chat.” Marinette greeted. “What can I do for you?”

“The pleasure of your company would be purr-fect,” he teased. He laughed as she groaned.

“Don’t make me regret this,” Marinette warned, stepping outside with a blanket in her hand. She put it around her shoulders like a shawl, and stood next to him.

“Sorry,” Chat responded, obviously not sorry. “What have you been up to?”

“Schoolwork, mainly.” she said with a shrug. A little glint in her eyes suggested that wasn’t quite the truth, but he chose not to ask. “You?”

“Saving Paris as always,” Chat replied, grinning. “It’s hard work.”

“I can imagine,” Marinette murmured. He glanced at her as she stared at the Parisian horizon, the lights of the city flickering in her eyes.

“Valentine’s Day is coming up,” Chat started, not-so-subtly. “Have a special someone?”

Marinette snorted. “If I could ask the guy I like out that’d be nice,” she said. “Otherwise, not really. Unless you count making Chloe Bourgeois a present?”

“Why’re you doing that?” Chat asked, completely aware of the answer.

“Secret Cupid thing in school. I just am unsure of what I want to do…”

“I’m sure you’ll come up with something,” Chat reassured her.

“I think I’m going to make her gloves of my design.” Marinette told him. “They’re easy enough, I’ve started them. I just don’t want her to throw them out or something.”

“I doubt she will. Your designs are quite good,” Chat complimented.

“Thanks, Chat.” Marinette said, smiling gently at him.

“And you…what do you want from your Secret Cupid?” Chat asked. He crossed his fingers behind his back, waiting for her response.

“Hm…” Marinette thought for a second, turning away from him again. “Just chocolates would do, honestly.”

Chat muffled a curse between his lips. “That’s all, really? Don’t you get plenty working in the bakery?”

Marinette shrugged. “I’m a simple, average girl. I don’t need anything special.”

“Yet you are so special!” Chat dissented. “You’re willing to design and create gloves of your own making, by hand, and give them to a girl you know won’t even appreciate your care and hard work! You go about, helping everyone, being a kind and considerate friend, yet want nothing in return?”

Marinette’s eyes had widened considerably as she stared at him, lips forming a perfect “o”. Chat could feel his face heating up. No matter how much he loved his Lady, Marinette and her adorable expressions never failed to make his heart race.

“It’s true,” he added, quietly.

“Thank you,” she responded simply, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Thanks, Chat.”

“It’s just the truth, princess. Do you really want nothing else?”

Marinette smiled sheepishly. “I mean…my goals right now are to ask out my crush and get an internship with Gabriel Agreste. So I can’t really think of anything.”

Chat brightened. That, I can do. “Oh,” he played it off.

“And you, you came to visit to ask about my Valentine’s Day?”

He smirked. “I just have it on my mind. I don’t know.” He mimed checking a watch. “It’s getting late. I’ll let you sleep, princess.”

Marinette giggled, flicking him lightly on the arm. “Goodnight, Chat.”

She turned around and walked through the trapdoor, giving a quick wave before shutting it gently. Chat turned around and raced home. He had a negotiation to plan.


Three days passed without much excitement (excluding the daily akuma attacks). Adrien walked into school, a box of chocolates in his bag. He smiled brightly, feeling it shake slightly as he walked.

He stepped into class, glancing at all his classmates. Marinette followed, carrying a little box in her hands.

“Alright class, I know you’re anxious to give the gifts, so we can go ahead and do that now. Let’s start with Nino, go ahead.”

All of the students took their turn, giving the presents. There was plenty of laughter, and plenty more chocolates.

“Marinette?”

Marinette walked over to Chloe and handed her the package. “H-Here, Chloe.” she stuttered. “I-I hope you like it.”

Chloe snorted. She undid the ribbon and opened it, taking out the gloves. Her haughty expression morphed into one of surprise. “These are…quite good. Actually,” she said, as if it pained her. “Did you make these?”

Marinette nodded, smiling brightly.

Chloe opened the little box inside, taking out the pastry. “And a cupcake…vanilla lemon.”

“Your favorite,” Marinette confirmed.

Adrien couldn’t help but grin. His princess didn’t even realize how caring she was. “Wow…I’m impressed,” Chloe sniffed. Her high-and-mighty composure had crumbled. “Thanks…”

Marinette’s face had lit up. Adrien smiled.

“Adrien?”

Adrien pulled out the chocolates fro his bag. “Here, Marinette. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Marinette’s eyes widened, her lips forming a familiar “o” shape. Adrien could picture the Parisian nighttime skyline behind her. Though in the light, he could see her red cheeks.

“Th-Thank you,” Marinette stammered out, accepting the box of chocolates. She pulled off the little note to read it, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Adrien felt so proud when he saw her jaw drop.

His favorite, favorite moment was when she enveloped him in a hug.

“Oh…my…god. I can’t believe…” She pulled away (to his dismay) and set down the chocolates, rereading the note. “…I can’t believe…thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

“Woah, what did he get you?” Alya asked, amused.

“An internship,” Marinette breathed. “An internship with Gabriel Agreste.”

Adrien grinned with pride seeing his friends’ astonished looks.

Needless to say, it was his best Valentine’s Day yet.

Hope you enjoyed! Happy early Valentine’s Day. 

~Phantom-chan

All to be Revealed

Ladybug and Chat Noir get caught by the latest Akuma Victim, tied together as their time slowly ticks down. A reveal is inevitable, no matter how much the two heroes wish it away.

Words: 1086

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       “Ladybug? Are you alright?” Ladybug groans, her head lowered.

“Yeah, just a little annoyed. I can’t believe my Lucky Charm was used against me.” Chat Noir winces.

“Sounds like you had a bad time.”

“You can’t say the same didn’t happen to you kitty.” Ladybug retorts, tugging against the chains wrapped around their arms. “It seems we managed to underestimate the Detainer. Is there really no way to remove the chains?”

“Nope, not without Cataclysm, which I’ve already used.” Chat replies, still trying to claw the cuffs off of his wrists. Ladybug sighs, lifting her head and tilting it in Chat’s direction. The loud beeps from their Miraculous’ cause her to panic slightly.

“Chat, what’re we going to do? There’s not much time before I turn back and-”

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Richard Speight Jr imagine - Pros and Cons...

Originally posted by faramaiofnerdwoodforest

A/N: Always remember to save your work folks, it took me three hours to write the first draft and it was perfect then my computer crashed and I lost everything. It’s four in the morning I can’t be dealing with this shit. Reminder: (Y/C/N)(Your/Characters/Name), (Y/N)(Your/Name), (Y/F/N)(Your/Full/Name)

This was so good then I had to rewrite it. Now it’s five in the morning. SO enjoy this crappy piece cause I’m Richard Speight trash and Hit me up if you want a second part.

Summary:  A fan brings up yours and Richard’s relationship at a convention, while dwelling on an old scene.

Word count: 2,071

Warnings: Single!Rich, Alive!Gabe, Mentions of domestic abuse(ex boyfriend). Richard Speight Jr x reader

You loved doing conventions. Spending time with the biggest, funniest, kindest idiots you’ve ever met for a good few weekends a year was usually the highlight beside doing the actual show. Your character had been the highest reoccurring face in the supernatural series and was considered a main character beside the Winchesters and Cas. During season 4-9 your character had a thing going with a special archangel known as Gabriel and that’s how you and Richard Speight Jr became best friends. 

One of the main reasons you loved cons so much was because of Rich, Rob and Matt, along with the rest of the cast, of course. But Rich and Rob are the closest friends you’ve nearly ever had. And the whole fandom knew this. 

They loved hearing about your experiences with the boys and the mischief and trouble the three of you have gotten into. They especially loved hearing about you and Rich. Since your relationship bloomed on screen, fans have been dying for something to happen off screen. In which you and Rich were happy to tease and joke about it, but you both thought nothing of it. Supposedly.


“And now welcome the beautiful, the talented, the undeniably irritating (Y/F/N)!” You hear Rich introduce you on stage, giving you your cue to enter through the curtains. 

You smile brightly as the audience screams and applauds, flashing lights off cameras and waving hands flooded the area below the stage. You stick your tongue out at Rich as you skip over to Rob, who was playing your intro song, you hug Rob as he sings and he returns the hug equally as tightly while Rich fakes a look of utter betrayal. 

When Louden Swain finish the small intro song, you head back to the middle of the stage where you pull up a chair. 

“Hey honey.” Rich lips upturn into his usual smirk which is visible even through his bushy facial hair. The audience screams at you both.

“Hey Dick.” You respond through your microphone with a shit-eating smile on your face. The audience all laugh. 

“I see you looked pretty comfortable over there with Robby.” Rich’s comment make the audience erupt again. 

“Oh, don’t worry Sugar, I was.” You chuckle quietly, Rich swaggers towards you and drapes his arm over your shoulders. You willingly lean into his side, subtly breathing in his warm scent which sends goosebumps over your skin. 

You always had an attraction towards Rich, when your character started developing feelings for Gabriel on set, you developed feelings for Richard off set. Yet you chose to hide it. You like to think it’s because you don’t want to ruin your friendship but in reality you were quite often scared of rejection. Even as a full grown woman, your mind wondered ‘What if he doesn’t feel the same and it’s awkward?’

“Why don’t we get started with questions?” Rich suggests, cocking his eyebrow.

“Sounds good to me.” You nod and look towards the audience to where they have a small teenage girl waiting with microphone in hand. 

“Hi (Y/N), just want to say that I am a huge fan and I love your character (Y/C/N) on the show.” The girl beams a toothy smile up at you, she must be about seventeen but the excitement on her face makes her seem younger. 

“Thank you!” You adored your fans, they were your everything (besides the cast). Without them you would have never met some of your life long friends. 

“My question is about (Y/C/N) and Gabriel. We know you and Richard have been best friends for a while now, and a lot of the fandom ship you two in and outside the show so I was just wondering was it hard to film the ending of those two?” The girl asks. You look over at Rich who had made it half way across the stage by now but was also looking over at you. Simultaneously you both grimace jokingly and say “Nah!”

The last scene between (Y/C/N) and Gabriel:


A while after Gabriels supposed death, (Y/C/N) had managed to get over the loss of Gabe. The two weren’t officially together but even Cas could see the two cared for each other and after the angel died, it ruined (Y/C/N) for months.
So when Gabe temporarily came back, things weren’t exactly sunshine and rainbows. 

(Y/C/N) was curled up in her bed inside the bunker, she had just come back from a hunt with the boys and was far from exhausted by this point. However, no matter how tired (Y/C/N) was, one flutter of wings was enough to wake her. 

Her eyes shot open as she reached for her angel blade and the light switch. 

“Gabriel?” (Y/C/N) gasped, her heart stopping at the sight of the dead angel. 

“Hey cupcake.” Gabriel smiled weakly at his favourite hunter, heck, his favourite human. 

(Y/C/N) paused, she didn’t know if she were dreaming; she has had many dreams just like this it. 

After a split second, she threw the angel blade across the room and it hit something solid. Gabriel wrapped his fingers around the blade and pulled it from his chest, being an archangel, he needed an archangel blade to do any actual harm. 

Realisation snapped through (Y/C/N) as she scrambled to her feet and edge closer to the angel, her eyes studied every aspect of the man she once longed to see and touch again.

“Where have you been?! I thought you died!” (Y/C/N) shoved Gabriel with both hands, “this is definitely real…” She whispered to herself. Gabriel could see the pain in her glassy eyes, even when he tried to avoid her gaze.

“I know, I’m sorry. But…” Gabriel was stopped when (Y/C/N) crashed hard against his chest, knocking the wind from them both. If you could even do that to an angel. He engulfed her in the hug and the familiar scent of each other both made one another hurt.

“You’re such an asshole.” (Y/C/N) whispers as tears fell past her delicate eye lashes. Gabriel’s heart squeezed since he knew he couldn’t stay. He didn’t even know why he came, he guessed he just wanted to see you in person one last time.

“(Y/C/N), I..I can’t stay long. I just wanted to see my favourite hunter one last time.” Gabe struggled to admit it aloud. (Y/C/N) pushed away from Gabriel in a blink of an eye, she stared at the man in disbelief. 

“What?!” 

Gabe didn’t know or want to say anything. 

She scoffed and shook her head at the angel. The look of hatred that flashed in her eyes made him feel physically sick.

“I can’t believe you would come back here just to leave again! Don’t you realise how many nights I spent crying over your death! Don’t you realise because of you I almost drank myself into a coma!” Tears streamed passed her cheeks, uncontrollably.

“(Y/C/N), I’m so sorry…” Gabriel regretted visiting (Y/C/N), all he had done was hurt her further. He reached out to cup her cheek but she moved back as if his hand were as hot as a branding iron.

“Don’t…Don’t touch me.” She used all her power to turn her back on the angel. “I want you to leave Gabriel.” Her voice was as small as she felt; she wrapped her arms around herself and squeezed her eyes. 

“(Y/C/N)…” Gabriel stepped forward.

“Just leave!” and with that, she heard a flutter of the angels wings. Gabe was gone. Forever.

Convention:

“I’m just kidding, it was actually pretty hard filming that scene, yes. It took a lot of my emotional energy filming that scene over and over. Near the end I started to really cry, and I believe that’s the take they used in the episode. I guess the thought of losing Dick, here, was a bit overwhelming.” You try to laugh it off as the audience ‘aw’s’. 

You catch Richard staring at you from across the stage, before he speaks up. Agreeing wth you.
“Yeah, well, when this weakling broke, I guess it did get harder to film.” Rich winks over at you, you simply roll your eyes in response but laugh anyway. 

“So did that effect your relationship at all?” The fan asks us both.
I chuckle at the question and shake my head. 

“Sorry to tell you this but Rich’s heart belongs to Robby. We’re just friends.” You tease everyone. The audience laughs as Rich blows a kiss over to Rob who tries to shoo it away.

The next questions throughout the panel ranged from relationships between actors and characters, your characters delevopment, J2M, R2M and much more. Jensen and Jared even joined you near the end. However your mind stayed stuck to the question of your relationship with Rich.

After the panel you retire to the green room before your photo op. You pour yourself some coffee just as Jared and Rob walk in.

So?” Rob smiles over at you as you both take a seat.

“So what?” You furrow your brow at the man. Almost amused at his happy look.

“More questions about you and Rich. You know ever since you left that asshole, these types of questions have been coming at you, left, right and centre.” Rob shifts seats so he is beside you.
“Careful Robert.” You warn the boy as he pokes on a sensitive subject. You recently broke up with your boyfriend, the boys made you as soon as you showed up on Rich’s door one night a couple months ago with one hell of a shiner.

“He just means why haven’t you made a move yet. You two have been chasing each other for years now and even the fans can see you like each other.” Jared adds in, you shoot him a glare for taking Rob’s side.

“It’s not like that. Rich is just a flirty guy.” You deny it, both the men look at each other with the same look.

“Look, perhaps if you just…” Rob is abruptly cut off when the door swings open to reveal Rich entering the room.

“If you just what?” Rich asks, you shake your head yet smile at his constant nosiness.

“Perhaps if I just went to head to my photo op now then I’d be on time. Thanks for reminding me, Robby.” You jump up, and head towards the door. 

As you pass Rich, he touches your forearm. Stopping you.

“Hey. You okay?” Rich asks, his whiskey coloured eyes swimming with concern.

“Fine, why?” You ask, almost too quickly.

“You just seem a little distant since the panel…” Rich starts but you swiftly cut him short by pulling your arm away and throwing on a smile.

“I’m fine, Rich. I promise.” You lie, before heading down an empty hallway.
You still have twenty minutes or so until your photo op so you decide to slow down and sit yourself against the empty hall’s wall. You lean back, closing your tired eyes - sitting there peacefully for a few moments.

“Heya gorgeous.” You hear Rich’s voice as he approaches you, you open your eyes to see he has two cups of coffee in his hands. 

As he plants himself beside you, you gratefully take it. Resting your head on his leather covered shoulder.

“Look, I know when something is wrong and if you don’t want to talk about it. Tough shit. We’ve been through enough shit to hide anything anymore.” Rich tries to be light about it but fails. You take a sip of your coffee and remain silent. “Fine. Be like that but next time…”

You interrupt Rich’s sentence as you act on an urge you’ve been desperate to act on since Gabe was killed off. 

You crash your lips against his, running your hand up the back of his neck and into his hair. 

His lips this time feel even more amazing than any of your on screen kisses with him. It’s a soft kiss, sweet. Unlike most of your on-screen action. Rich’s hand cups your cheek while the other grips his cup tightly. 

Richard is the one to pull away, the kiss lingering between you. 

“Wow.” He chuckles quietly. “Just friends, huh?”

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Sleep Sound 3

Synopsis: Pharah and Mercy have trouble sleeping. A series of chance encounters prove that the solution might be each other.

Pairing: Rocket Angel (Fareeha “Pharah” Amari/Angela “Mercy” Ziegler)

Gabriel Reyes, founder of Overwatch; leader of Blackwatch; and now Reaper — a man made of rage and hate, intent on wiping out the remainder of the organization he’d founded. He’d slipped through their fingers again, little more than smoke and a mask. Oxton had clapped a hand to her shoulder and assured her that they’d kept him from taking what he wanted, but, but…

In her mind, there was Youssef Amari, her uncle, patting her head and saying:

“Reyes. He might’ve been your father, little warrior.”

Pharah slammed her fist down on the bedside table hard enough to make the lamp shake, throwing the covers from her body with enough force to send them to the floor.

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Between the Hurt and the Whiskey

Characters: Sam, Dean, Gabriel, Reader

Pairings: GabrielxReader

Rating: M

Warnings: Mentions of self harm, depression, poor self image, cruel words being thrown about

Word Count: 1125

A/N: And I’m at it again! I am just so blame mean, aren’t I? Well, grab the tissues and try to enjoy!

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At First Sight

Originally posted by out-in-the-open

Word count: 517

Part 5 of Learning Curve

Dean parked the Impala in the parking space closest to the woods. It had started to drizzle out, and the whole day seemed dreary. He shoved his hands in his pockets as they walked towards the edge of the trees. Sam sighed, staying a couple steps behind Dean. He knew his brother, and knew his mind was working over time over you.

Twigs snapped under their feet as they moved, not even giving them the chance to be stealthy. If anyone was nearby, they would hear them.


You had been on your way to school, when you paused. What would one more day do? One more day of sitting through class. And then you told yourself that your mother would want you to keep going. Taking a deep breath, you kept moving.

A dark limo pulled up beside you and the window rolled down. “Hello, love.” A man with an accent greeted you. You kept your eyes forward, not saying anything. “I know who you are, Julianne.” You froze. “I also know where mommy-dearest is.”

Turning, you looked at him. “Where’s my mother?”

He smirked. “Don’t you think you might want to ask your father that question?” He mused. “He is to blame, after all. Dean Winchester. Always getting in my way.”

“Who are you?”

Originally posted by svinovik

“Names Crowley, darling. How about you and I have a little chat?” He asked, opening the door.

Biting your lip, you slid into the limo. “My father doesn’t want me.” You told him. “He doesn’t believe I’m his.”

Crowley gave you a knowing look. “What if I told you that I could give you anything you ever wanted, for a small price?”

“What would that be?”

“Your father. See, I have it on good authority that Moose, I’m sorry, Uncle Sam, convinced him to talk to you. They will try to hunt you down. That’s where I come in.”


They had been walking for ten minutes when Dean groaned. “She’s not here, Sammy!” He snapped. “Let’s go.” He turned.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Crowley had appeared behind Dean, holding you by your arm. “I have something…rather someone…very precious in my care. I’d hate to see anything harm her.” He chuckled.

You squirmed, trying to pull away. Dean turned back to see you with your hands bound behind your back, a gag in your mouth. He could tell that you had been crying. “She doesn’t have anything to do with this, Crowley!” He yelled.

Crowley grinned. “Doesn’t she. Does the name Y/M/N Y/M/L/N ring a bell?” Dean flinched, ever so slightly. “This is her brat.” He lifted your arm slightly, making you whimper as his fingers dug in. “Seems to me, she was born seven months from the last time she saw you.”

Dean’s eyes went to you, your eyes pleading for help. “She’s not my kid.” He said firmly, feeling like an ass when he saw your face. “I don’t know who she is, but she’s not mine.”

“Than you won’t mind if I dispose of her, now do you?” His hand went to your throat.

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Deal with the Devil

Miraculous Winter Sonata AU.

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“This steak is superb,” Lila declared, lifting her glass from the table. “The best I’ve tasted.” She took a delicate sip of the blood red wine. Beside her, Felix echoed the sentiment as he sawed into his cut. 

Across from them sat Gabriel Agreste, the very picture of stoicism and calm. The “family dinner” had been established shortly after Felix proposed to Lila a few months prior. Once a week the three of them got together to discuss wedding plans and business. Most of the time they dined at five star establishments. Tonight was such an occasion.

“So. We’re still trying to choose between The Plaza and The Pierre for our nuptials, but I think we’re pretty much decided on the honeymoon, aren’t we?” Lila looped her arm through Felix’s. “A month in Saint Martin. Far, far away from the city. No business allowed.”

“She’s adamant about the no business part,” Felix said.

“Only because you’re a workaholic.” Lila’s lashes fluttered.

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Day 6: “In Another Life” - Alternate Universe/Timeline

“I wanna buy Hanzo a ring dad. Will you come with me?” Jesse asked as they were standing in the doorway to the living room together. Jack glanced over at Jesse and smiled.

“We’ll go tomorrow. Pick me up from the courthouse at 5. We’ll find that perfect ring for him.” Jack replied before moving in to take the sleeping Hana from Gabriel’s arms. “Lena, bed. Now. You have school tomorrow.”

“But daaaad!!!”

“Lena listen to your Father.” Gabriel said as he settled into the couch.

“Yes papi.” she grumbled, turning her game system off and heading up after Jack who was putting Hana to bed. He sang softly to her, the same song he had the first night they had brought her into their home. It was a nightly ritual, and Hana refused to go down without it.

That night Jack recorded it while she slept, adding at the end all the wonderful things he wanted for her to do. That no matter what she would accomplish great things. As he dimmed the lights in her room, he moved over to Lena’s and knocked on the door. “Can I come in Lena?”

“Yeah sure thing dad.” she called back and he slipped in, sitting on the edge of her bed. She was already under the covers and curled up with the stuffed olympic mascot they had gotten her. “I know you’re struggling with math hun. But let’s make a deal. If you pass math with a C, we’ll get you something nice. But you have to really try Lena.”

“Okay daddy!!” she beamed up at him, sitting up to hug him tight. He held her back tightly. “I love you Lena.”

“Aww I love you too daddy.”

Jack got up and turned the lights out before he went back downstairs where Jesse was sitting talking to Gabriel, arm wrapped around Hanzo Shimada, the son of a wealthy business man. Jack moved over and sat on Gabriel’s lap. “How was your day my big tough police chief?”

“Long. Wish I could had lunch with you before the court time but I know you were busy.”

“I tried to make the time, but the surprise witness was…well…a surprise.” He said softly, leaning down to kiss his husband, getting kisses back just as softly. “Aww c'mon dads stop that. Hanzo isn’t used to pda like that. Though I’m slowly getting him used to it.” Jesse teased, nuzzling in against his very red soon to be fiance.

“It’s quite alright. I’m just glad you’re making room for me in your home.”

Gabriel smiled at Hanzo and nodded. “Just remember Hanzo. You make our boy cry and we will bury you under so much legislature your head will spin.” Jack laughed as Hanzo flushed and nodded again.

“We’re more then happy to have you here Hanzo. It’s good to see our son so happy.”

Visiting didn’t last long as both Gabriel and Jack had work in the morning. The day dawned grey and nasty looking. Jack caught a ride into town with Gabriel since Jesse was picking him up after work and honestly he enjoyed the quiet time in the morning before their days started. Jack leaned over and quickly kissed Gabriel’s cheek, before he grabbed his briefcase and headed for his day in the courthouse.

The day was relatively uneventful and the snow started to fall around noon, just a gentle fall. About five Jack was bundled up in his knee length coat and one of his husband’s beanies on his head to keep him warm while he waited for his son to show up with his truck. Climbing in, he directed Jesse towards a small personal owned jewelry store, and relaxed in his seat. The pair chatted about everything; the language barrier with their newest adoptee, Jesse’s dream of opening his own bar/pub, how things were between Jack and Gabe, how Jesse met Hanzo.

It warmed Jack’s heart to hear how much Jesse loved the Asian man and he reached out to ruffle Jesse’s hair. They walked through the jewelry store looking for what would catch their eye but nothing seemed right, until Jack found a black obsidian puzzle ring. He called Jesse over whose eyes went wide with a nod. “That’s the ring dad. It  suits him perfectly.” Jack smiled and hugged Jesse close, kissing his temple softly.

A pendant caught Jack’s eye and while Jesse was getting the ring for Hanzo he moved over to look at it. It was a pendant for St. Jude, the patron saint for Police Officers. Knowing how superstitious his husband was, he picked it up on it’s thick gold chain and saw space for it to be engraved on the back. He smirked and carried the piece over to the teller, telling him what he wanted on the back. St. Jude to protect you when I can’t. 6/18/2056

The date engraved was the date they had gotten married and Jack knew Gabriel would wear it every day. While they waited for the engraving to be finished, the snow started to swirl heavier and worse. Jack’s phone went off and he pulled it out, looking at the message from Gabriel. Please go home. It’s snowing pretty badly out there. I love you.

Jack glanced out the shop windows realizing how bad it was now. “Jess, change of plans. Once we’re done here, we’re going home. Check out that snow.” It was bordering on a blizzard and Jesse nodded.

“I got snow tires, but we’ll take it slow anyway.” Jesse replied as they took their packages and moved off towards the truck again. They were bundled up and put their seatbelts on, Jesse pulling the truck out slowly. He was careful as he drove, knuckles white against the steering wheel. But it didn’t matter as the truck slid over black ice and rolled over into the ditch. In the brief moment Jack saw the sign, he desperately hoped that Jesse was going to be okay.

His head hit the dash as the air bag exploded out to cushion him, glass cutting his face and deeply. Blissfully blacked out, Jack struggled to come around knowing he had to check on his son, he had to make sure Jesse was okay. He pulled out his phone, hissing as the movement jarred his body, and then hissed again when small pieces of his phone screen slid under his skin as he tried dial 911. He put the phone on speaker and told the dispatcher who he was and where they were. Blood flowed into his eyes and he told her what had happened to Jesse before he passed back out. He had done all he could.

When Gabriel got the dispatch that Jack had been in an accident with Jesse, he nearly tripped on a desk on his way out. The rest of the squad looked at him curiously, before Gabriel blurted out, “That’s my son and husband!! I need to go to them now.” Gabriel and Jack had agreed for the ease of their jobs they would keep their marriage a secret, and this was a secret that had been kept for nearly 25 years.

One of his Sergeants, the ever helpful Zaryanoa, nodded and moved with him. “Let me drive Chief, you’re not in any condition to drive. I’ll get you there without any issue. What hospital?” Gabriel rattled off the address and she led him down to her all terrain vehicle. He climbed in and they made it there without an issue.

Jack roused in operating room long enough to get panicked assurance that they had gotten Jesse too, before he slipped back into the black of his coma.

While Jack was in his coma, he was shown things by an angel. Scenarios that would happen for sure if Jack didn’t wake up. The first was of Gabriel, who started to drink heavily and blew through his and Jack’s retirement funds trying to try and fill the hole in his heart by adopting more kids. It didn’t work and he became just a drunken mess. The kids were no longer the well disciplined kids that ths Morrison-Reyes clan were known to be.

The second, was Jesse, who was unable to let his son do anything despite Hanzo’s trying to get him to let their son live a life. Jesse couldn’t let anything bad happen to his son, and became a controlling and strict parent, convincing himself it was out of love.

Third was Lena, running in the Olympics. Jack was sure this was a good one until the angel told him that Lena was addicted to sleeping pills, that she destroyed her body to become the best, and that even if she won gold, she couldn’t stop blaming herself. She couldn’t help believing that Jack had lied to her that he would always be there for her. That he wouldn’t die like her parents had. But she couldn’t outrun her demons and they would eventually take her.

Finally was Hana, his little korean child. The love of his life, and the apple of his eye. The child who called him mommy instead of daddy. She was older, curled up on her bed hugging a ragged pink bunny, crying while “You are my Sunshine” played softly. Her computer pinged constantly, her professional team demanding she come practice, that she distract herself, but she just listened to the song with Jack’s message at the end over and over again.

Jack turned to look at the angel and is visibly shaken. “That happens if I don’t wake up?”

“Yes Jack. It’s not your time to come to us yet. You’re family still needs you. Look.” the angel waved his hand showing Jack what was happening now. Gabriel was sitting in a chair his face pressed into th sheets of Jack’s hospital bed crying, begging and pleading with any god that would listen to bring his husband back. He promised he would cut back on the beer, he would eat healthier, never complain about the yard work again. Anything to have Jack back.

“Wake up Jack. He still needs you.”

Jack’s body felt like it had been run through a grinder and he gave a soft groan, hand gripping Gabriel’s as much as he could. “H-hey handsome. Come here often?”

The Candy Man Can

Title: The Candy Man Can

 Prompt: This is for @wayward-mirage challenge #wayward-mirages rat pack challenge.  I chose the song “Candy Man” by Sammy Davis Jr.

 Summary: Working in the children’s ward of a hospital can break your heart, but every Thursday, someone comes to make your day just a bit better.

 Warnings: Illness.  Slight Angst. Fluff.  

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Originally posted by treasureseven

“I need Kira Clonsten’s chart, please.”  You asked the nurse at the nurse’s station.  This little girl had been through the ringer, so many health issues and struggles.  And now on top of all that, she has pneumonia.  You sighed as you looked down her chart, noting allergies and other health concerns, trying to decide what medication you were going to prescribe to her.

“Doctor?” The nurse as you, making you look up wearily.  “She is going to be just fine.”  The nurse tried to re-assure you.  You put on a fake smile and gave a slight nod.  That’s what they always said, it will be fine…but that was the thing…you had been a doctor in this children’s ward for five years now.  You knew that wasn’t the case, not for every child.  

“I think I will prescribe…”  Your voice drifted off as your eyes caught sight of the clock.  The second hand ticked away and a smile graced your face, a true one.  Because you knew what was coming in five…four…three…two…

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