Warnings: A few swear words and the occasional dirty joke.
Relationships: Peter Parker x fem!hero!reader, Michelle x reader (best friends)
Summary: There’s a new superhero in Queens. A girl that goes by the name of Dragonfly, because she has dragonfly wings that enable her to fly and she can even fly at super speed, not to mention her incredibly attractive super strength, and she usually fights with a sword. She and Spider-Man don’t really hit it off at first but over time can they learn to share the city? And in the meantime Peter meets Michelle’s new friend who just moved to Queens and is now a student at Midtown High.
A/N: Hey guys! So I just saw Spiderman yesterday and I looovveed it! It was super good and I’d highly recommend watching it if you haven’t yet! I also came up with the idea for this fic from some inspiration I got from Wonder Woman so the reader is going to be super badass in this story and gives ol’ Spidey a run for his money. I hope you enjoy!
Peter quickly shot his webs and swung from lamp pole to lamp pole. It was the middle of the night and there were two hostage situations going on at two banks in town. The problem was that these guys and girls were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who had recently been let off and were looking for revenge. This was already tough enough but he couldn’t be in two places at once. He could only hope that he would have enough time to save the hostages at both locations, or maybe Iron Man would go and help the others.
He arrived at the bank and snuck inside, not wanting to trigger the ex-agents to shoot the hostages. He made his way inside and then using his webs, shot all of the guns out of their hands. Once the guns were gone the hostages fled out of the building and the agents started attacking Peter. They got a few good hits on him, and the battle was pretty tough because these guys had skills but eventually Peter took them down. His eyes widened however when he saw one was talking to someone over a comms unit. “Kill ‘em.” He says with a smirk.
“No!” Peter shouts. Suddenly the ex-agent’s smirk fades. He turns and hears one of the reporters talking. “Karen turn on my enhanced hearing to listen in on the reporters.”
“Sure thing Peter.” She says and turns it on. Peter listens in.
“Tragedy was avoided tonight in Queens when our local hero Spiderman came and saved a crowded bank where people were being held hostage by ex-S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Unfortunately two of these situations were going on at the same time, and it looks like Spiderman can’t be in two places at once.” If only that reporter knew how many times he wished he could be. “Thankfully it seems like a new hero has chosen this moment to come out of the shadows and is currently handling the other situation and saving countless lives as well.”
“Oh my God! There’s a new hero! I’ve got to meet them! Karen can you direct me to the other bank please!” Peter begs and happily bounces on his feet.
“Of course Peter.” She says and plots a course for him to go to the other bank to meet this new hero.
Tony woke slowly, alone in his bed, because last night hadn’t been a date night with anyone.
He kind of enjoyed it, the few nights he got to sleep alone, because with everyone home now it didn’t happen very often.
So he took a long minute to stretch and scratch his hair and sprawl his legs out–
–and kicked somebody.
“What the hell?” He sat up and stared sleepily at the curled up form of Natasha, just red hair peeking over a stack of blankets. “Widow, what are you doing in my bed?”
“Like you don’t know Stark.” She mumbled and scooted closer against him.
“And you’re cuddling? You’re not a cuddler. Come on, your date night isn’t until Thursday, everybody else will get mad if we break the rules.”
“I’m not breaking any rules.” She yawned and sat up. “I just wanted to say happy birthday.” She leaned into him for a long, slow kiss, then pulled away to squeeze his hand. “I bought us ice cream but figured you didn’t want that in bed with you. Happy Birthday Tony. I can’t wait for tonight.” Then she climbed out of bed and he had just a split second to admire her legs in those tiny shorts before she slipped out the door.
Maybe it was a little unsettling that she had been able to sneak into his room and lay there for who knows how long with out him knowing just to kiss him good morning, but he grinned anyway because he loved it.
Percy is really into makeup. Not just everyday stuff, but the really fancy, professional techniques. He’s even taken classes and is obsessed with youtube tutorials (from licensed makeup artists; none of that shit involving makeup made of food or tape around your eyes). All of his friends come to him to get their makeup done for their dates or fancy events.
It started because, as a kid, he had to to use concealer a lot and when he got older, he decided to reclaim makeup and turn it into something positive, something that made him happy.
(And he loves how he looks with winged eyeliner and gold highlighter.)
Ok remember in Sly 3′s third act “Flight of Fancy” the beginning showed that Sly just stole a license.
Which leads me to wondering - how did Sly learn how to fly? Did Sly have prior knowledge of aviation which allowed him to out-compete actual licensed and skilled fliers or did he legit just wing it?
Which then leads me to question if the former: where did Sly learn how to fly? Possibly theory is that maybe his ancestor Otto Von Cooper wrote down his mastery of aviation in the Thievius Raccoonus but I am skeptical because learning how to pilot a plane isn’t easy nor something you can read and then do.
Summary: Four times Caroline ran into Klaus through the centuries and the one she went to him.
Caroline learns early in her immortal life that her feet do not like to be shackled in one place for long. The only exception to that was Italy, but papa had been there and so it had been out of the question that she missed a single moment with him while his heart had still been beating.
Humans only lived for a short time, after all.
The sky and wind still called her though, it always had and always would.
Her father draws his last breath when she is only twenty five. It is not easy to ignore the tears streaking her face.
She sends the servants on their ways and closes the door to her home. She will come here again, just not soon. She does not think her heart could bear it, to look at the hallways where she had ran in, with ribbons laced around strands of her hair, and not feel like a knife was twisting and twisting deeper into her bones.
In Venice, Caroline sees the port full of passengers, wonders whether to let her wings lead her or see where the sea wants her to go.
The latter wins and she lands in Japan where the Noh Theater strives and she watches the performances about legends and old times.
Tan dons her body. She loves her kimono more than anything, floral prints decorating the fabric. Her mouth salivates each time she smells the local dishes cooked in the air.
Running into Klaus is a surprise, one where she is not exactly sure if she should be pleased or weary about. The memory of his eyes as he traced over her wings is fresh in her mind.
“Fancy seeing you here, sweetheart,” he says, lips quirking at the edges where a set of dimples appear. She thinks of something sharp to say.
The words die on the tip of her tongue when she realises that they were no longer in her home and she can’t demand things of him like she used to.
Caroline doesn’t reply as quickly as she would have liked. Klaus was dangerous, that she didn’t forget.
Request: Hey 😊 could I request a reader x lucifer, cas or Gadreel where the angel’s wings are injured and try to hide it from the reader because they don’t want to seem weak, and she ends up helping patch them up? Thanks!
Warnings: Angst?? Mild description of an injury, some fluff.
Word Count: 501
A/N: This. Is. A. Mess. I tried but I don’t know what happened. I hope whoever requested it likes it. And feedback is always appreciated and welcome.
Gosh, Luci was taking forever to get home. So much so that you were beginning to worry about him. He was rarely ever late, especially not in a night like tonight. Luci had promised to take you out in a fancy date. You had made the extra effort to pick out the perfect dress for him, and so far he was an hour late. Pacing around the room you chewed on your lip nervously. Where was he, what if something had happened to him? You continued paceing, wondering what you were going to do. To your relief you heard the tell-tale sound of rustling wings. Spinning around you came face to face with your lover.
In which @asking-ask gives first impressions of all the Primarchs based on art I provided!
For each Primarch I listed the legion, name, and three pieces of art, two of which were always from Aerion’s Primarch Project, and the Iconoclasts portraits. Gonna be a long post, so just click the “read more” tab.
hey ive been feeling depressed lately can i ask for some kylo ren or rey headcanons?
*cracks knuckles* you’ve come to the right place. since you’re feeling sad, i’ll give you BOTH rey and kylo headcanons. hope these help?
Even though she is no longer on Jakku, Rey is a serious hoarder. Food, bits of cloth, pieces of rusty metal…you name it she keeps it. At some point, Finn asks her about all the junk she keeps in her room and her response is “you never know when something is going to come in handy”.
Whenever she’s frustrated or anxious, she likes to tinker or fix things. Everybody appreciates her mechanic genius and comes to her whenever there’s something wrong with their droid or their X-Wing.
Since she and Finn don’t know their actual birthdays, they picked the same day so they could celebrate together.
This man is a real picky eater. I mean come on, his mother is a princess and an important senator…he has always had access to fancy food. Until he had to train with his Uncle Luke. He and Luke used to butt heads all the time about Kylo’s refusal to try new things.
He’s really honest. If there’s anything Kylo hates, it’s being lied to (cough cough Bloodline), so he very rarely is dishonest - even to his enemies. It also doesn’t help that he’s a bad liar - even with a mask on he’s an open book.
As a young child, Kylo was a total mama’s boy. No matter how late his mother’s meetings lasted (and believe me, they often ended during the early hours of the morning) he would wait up for her so he could tell her goodnight.
So I’ve been obsessed with ask-the-baby-angels for awhile now and have just now gotten around to writing something for it. So without further ado, please Enjoy
“You’re no better than they are!” Gabe yells in Sam’s face. He pretends he doesn’t see the hurt in his caretaker’s eyes when he says those words and powers on. “You didn’t do ANYTHING to help him! You just stood there and let it happen!” Sam crosses his arms, “What was I supposed to do, Gabe? Legally, I can’t interfere without express written permission. I’m sorry that kid was getting punished. I am. You know that. But collars are legal. They are required. And there’s almost no regulation to how harmful they can be to the peop-”
“Don’t defend them!”
“Yes you are!”
“Gabe, you gotta calm down.”
“No!” Gabe reaches for his collar. He ignores the warning buzz as he undoes the clasp.
“What are you doing?”
“Something I shoulda done a long time ago.” Sam just stares at him, not sure what’s going on. He’s not fast enough when Gabe springs for him. He falls back, shocked as he loses consciousness. Gabe doesn’t think. He can’t. He just makes for the door and flies. It’s not until he’s completely alone that he realizes what he’s done. He abandoned his family. Hurt the only man who cared about him and his brother. Abandoned his brother, goddammit!
Dean’s gonna go on the warpath. He sure as Hell can’t go home now. He curls under his sets of wings and tells himself he doesn’t miss his bed. Or Dean’s cooking. Or Buzz. Or Sam.
Dean and Cas come home to find the door open, the living room trashed, Sam unconscious and sporting one Hell of a black eye, and Gabe gone. “Sam?! Sam, wake up, man!” All he can think is someone attacked his brother and stole his angel- one of his children! He’s on the verge of actually breaking down when Sam groans and his eyes flutter open. “Cas, help me get him on the couch.” Cas is already there before the words are even out of his mouth. They maneuver him onto the big ugly couch and Cas chirps worriedly before making for the kitchen. Probably to get ice.
Sam groans again, “Where’s Gabe?”
“He’s not here, Sammy. What happened?”
“He was upset,” Sam manages. Dean’s heart drops. “Some asshole was abusing his angel and Gabe tried to stop it. I had to pull him off the guy. It’s a miracle the guy didn’t press charges. We got home and Gabe lost it. Said I was no better than-” He hisses as he sits up and looks at Cas, holding an ice pack. “He knocked me out. Must’ve taken off.”
Dean’s even more worried now. He left his collar. He’ll be found and taken to the Angel Shelter. Probably one of those kill shelters knowing his luck. Or he’ll be killed by some asshole with a score to settle. Or a wild animal will get him. “We’ll find him, Sam,” Cas puts in reassuringly, even though he looks about as hopeful as Dean feels.
They start that night after Sam’s asleep. They wander the streets, calling for Gabe. They call Balthazar and Bela. They call Charlie and Gilda, Anna hasn’t seen him. They call Pam. They call Madison and Benny. No one has seen or heard anything, but they promise to keep their eyes out. Cas thinks he sees a flash of gold when they drive past the park, but it’s just a yellow songbird.
Sam wakes up to Buzz curled on top of his head. He flashes back to when the angels were tiny and Gabe would drape himself over Sam’s shoulders. Angels purr when they’re content. Like cats. He shudders when he thinks that Gabe’s gone and it was his fault. He keeps replaying the afternoon’s scene over and over again. If he’d just said something to the guy. If he’d beaten Gabe to the punch. If he- “Sam?” Cas quietly knocks on the door. Oh God, Cas must hate him. “Dean says you have to eat something.” The last thing Sam wants to think about right now is food, but he knows his brother. Dean stress cooks. And ever since he was small, Cas has always withdrawn when he’s scared- except where Gabriel is concerned. “We’re going out after breakfast. Dean’s got a search party together.”
“I’m so sorry, Cas,” Sam says, sitting up abruptly.
“It’s not your fault, Sam,” Cas says softly.
“He’s your brother. And I drove him off.”
“Sam-” Cas enters the room completely and sits on the bed next to him. “Sam, I have known Gabriel even longer than you have. He’s always been quick to judge, he’s always had a short temper. You know this. But he’s always been fiercely loyal. And he loves you as much as I do. You raised us, for God’s sake. And I have no doubt that he will return or we will find him.”
Sam pulls him into a hug, “Thanks, Cas.”
That’s when Dean hollers up the stairs, “C’mon, guys! Grub’s getting cold!”
Gabe has dreams of dirty straw and a dark crate. He dreams of eating loads of food and never feeling full. He dreams of a lady opening the box and being plucked up by a giant man with a shaggy head and kind eyes.
He wakes up hungry. He takes a deep breath and pushes all thoughts of Sam and Dean Winchester out of his head. He doesn’t need them. He thinks of Cas and swallows a lump in his throat. Cassie’ll be fine. He’s a grown up angel. He can take care of himself. Gabe sits up and cracks his back and starts thinking about his day. Well first things first, where is he? He kinda lost his way after he knocked Sam out- something he’ll never forgive himself for. He thinks he’s North and West, but he can’t tell how far. He pushes through the trees until he uses some belated sense and just flies to the top. How Tolkien of me, he thinks. There’s a town just to his left. He flies and touches down just outside of town. What he’s gonna do, he’s not too sure, but he’ll figure something out.
Second things second, food. He looks for a diner or something, preferably a sweet shop, and hopes to beg some food off some unsuspecting human. He’s beginning to regret leaving his collar at ho- The Winchester’s house. He rolls his gorgeous golden wings in the dirt until they’re unrecognizable and parks his ass in an alley outside a swanky looking joint named Elysium Fields. They’ve gotta take out the trash sometime. Fancy joint like this, there’s bound to be good left overs.
The leftovers are fabulous. A little stale, but Gabe’s hungry and Dean’s kitchen is far away. He’s halfway through a day old pie when there’s an electric buzz behind him. He shakes his head and looks back. Nothing. The buzz doesn’t stop. He gets up and tilts his head a little. There’s no way that’s not an angel collar. His wings flare in defense that turns into protective anger when he hears a whimper. He lunges for the sound and finds a tall man gripping a female angel’s bright red wings. His vision goes white hot as he lunges for the man’s throat. Before he knows it, the man has stopped squirming under him and the female angel is crying and huddled in the corner and his nice shirt is covered in blood. Oh God. He looks down at his hands. Suddenly everything is red and everything tilts and he’s vomiting all over the pretty girl with dark hair and red wings. But then she’s pulling him to his feet and slapping his face. He turns her around and rips her collar off and then they take off. They make for the forest again. When they finally touch down, there’s sirens and the sun’s going down. They find a cave and that’s when the pretty angel suddenly decides to talk. Well. Yell. “Oh my God, you killed my owner! What the hell were you thinking?! He’s gonna-” Gabe grabs her arm and shushes her. “He was hurting you. I couldn't’t let that happen.” He takes a deep breath, “I’m Loki.” She snorts. “Kali.”
“Kali. I’m sorry I scared you. If we just lay low and keep moving, they won’t be able to find us.”
“Easy for you to say. I’m chipped. They know exactly where I am.”
Shit. Gabe takes a deep breath and tries to think. Charlie. She knows about these things. So does Dr. Pam. But he can’t go back. He doesn’t even know where he is exactly. “Come with me,” he says grabbing her hand. “I have a plan.”
A week passes and no one has heard from Gabriel. Charlie’s pulling some strings in the computer system and even Bela’s trying to be useful for once, but so far nothing. Sam takes off work until Dean forces him to go back. “You can’t just mope around forever, Sammy. We’ll find him. Kid’s family.”
Sam (and Dean, but Sam’s more closely bonded to Gabe) would rather be tearing the world apart, but Cas won’t let them. He wants his brother back, but he doesn’t want to lose either of the only parental figures he’s ever known in the process. So he gets up early and searches. Then he goes to work and does as little actual work as possible in favor of research and cyber searching for ANYTHING that might be Gabe. Then he gets home and the whole family searches. On weekends its all they do. They even call in old Bounty Hunter contacts of Dad’s and gradually widen their searches.
Two weeks later, Charlie shows up on their doorstep at 6:00 in the morning, Anna in tow. Before any of the Winchesters can get a word out, she blurts, “Gabe called me.”
“What? When? Where is he? Is he okay? Is he hurt?” Everyone just starts firing questions at her. She holds up her hand and says, “Coffee first. I’ve been up all night trying to track him. Or well. His girlfriend anyway.”
“Coffee. First.” the fiery redheads push through the door and get their own damn coffee because Charlie just dropped a bombshell on their half asleep asses and they’re in utter shock. Cas recovers first and scampers after them. Dean rubs his hand over his face and wraps his ancient robe even tighter around his frame. Sam shuts the door in a daze and blindly collapses into his chair.
An hour later, they’re still not entirely sure what’s happening, but Charlie’s typing away at her computer and Anna’s called out of work for both Sam and Dean. Dean’s on the phone with Bobby Singer (Who they haven’t even thought of in over ten years) and Cas is seemingly lost in thought, looking over a map. “Why did Gabe call you?” He doesn’t mean it accusingly, but that’s how Sam blurts it out. Anna gives him a sharp look, but Charlie just shrugs it off. “I don’t think he wanted me to know it was him. Honestly, how he got ahold of a phone is beyond me. Anyway, he wanted to know how to get a chip out of an angel. Hypothetically speaking, of course.”
“Yeah. Wanted to know if there was a way to disable it without extracting it.”
“Well, not legally. Anyway, that’s beside the point cuz he told me to tell you he’s sorry, but he has things he has to do and to stop trying to find him. Then he hung up.”
“That was it?”
“Yeah. That’s all he said.”
Dean lets out a breath and says, “Thanks, Bobby.” He hangs up the phone. “So. Bobby’s got his ears to the ground just in case, but no one’s seen any stray archangels around so far.”
“So we got nothing,” Sam grumbles. He puts his head in his hands.
“I wouldn’t say that,” Cas pipes up. He has Dean’s laptop and a series of maps spread out in front of him on the kitchen table. “A local business owner was mauled to death in the alley of his own hotel earlier this week,” He reads from the computer. “He was last seen with his prized angel, the latter of which has gone missing. Police suspect a stray angel was to blame and remind citizens to always keep control of their property.” He spits out the last sentence.
“What was the angel’s name?”
“I’ll look it up,” Charlie’s already hacked into the National Angel Registry Database. “Her name’s Kali.” Finally. They have a lead.
Gabe’s kicking himself for calling Charlie, but there was literally no one else. He and Kali have been almost captured twice, got cornered by a mama bear, it’s rained three days straight, and they haven’t eaten in almost two weeks. In fact, that half a slice of pie he had before killing Kali’s owner? The last meal he’d had. They have to keep moving constantly and they can barely do that. Good thing they have an almost constant supply of water. They’d fly, but there’s also a constant supply of helicopters just waiting to take down a pair of rogue angels.
Gabe wishes he could take back the last- how long has it been? He doesn’t remember precosely. He wishes he hadn’t killed Kali’s owner. He wishes he hadn’t hit Sam. But he just keeps seeing those two events over and over in his head. Then one night, he dreams it was Sam in the alleyway. If Kali hears him cry, she doesn’t say anything.
Another week passes. They find a few scraps and keep moving. Gabriel’s feathers start to actually turn gray. Kali’s turn pink. They stumble out of the woods and find themselves in what Dean would call Heaven. There are cars stacked fifteen feet to the sky. The whole place smells of motor oil and rust. Gabe’s first instinct is to run, but there’s a familiar scent. It smells like home. Against all his and Kali’s instincts, they make their way to the house. Maybe there’ll be some food or a phone at least. Hopefully no one’s home.
The Winchester Clan converges on Bobby Singer’s scrap yard like ants to a piece of Dorito chip. It had taken a couple days, but Charlie worked up a tracking system for Kali and found her, of all places, in South Dakota. Dean called Bobby the second the words were out of her mouth and they were on the road in fifteen minutes. They didn’t even stop for food. Bobby’s wife Ellen wrapped everyone up in a big hug and sent them all off to bed immediately. Especially Sam. Dean’s worried sick. Cas is literally climbing the walls. Sam, though. Sam is running himself into the ground and Dean is scared he’ll get himself killed before they even find Gabe.
Almost another week in and no new hits on the tracker. They’re starting to suspect the worst when it pings- on the edge of the scrap yard. Cas is out the door before anyone can stop him. Sam and Dean aren’t too far behind either. There. At the edge of the woods. Two angels stand hand in hand, wings drooping in defeat. Dean puts a hand on Sam’s shoulder and one on Cas’. They’re so close. They don’t want to frighten them off. Dean doesn’t think they’ve seen them all up by the house yet, so he practically wrestles his little brother and his almost grown Angel fledgling son back into the house. “Dean, please!” Sam begs. Cas’ feathers ruffle and he chirps as he tries to shove Dean out of the way. “If we chase them down now, we’ll never get them back.” Sam’s shoulders sag and Cas nods, but goes to the office window to keep an eye out.
An hour goes by. Then another. Finally, they reach the last stack of cars. There’s a car out front. It takes Gabe’s exhausted and starving mind a few seconds to realize. That’s the Impala. It takes him a few more seconds to realize that, yes. The Winchesters are here. Oh God, Gabe wants to run up to the front door and throw his arms around his family and tell them how sorry he is and he’ll never do it again, but the image in front of him swims a little. Maybe he’s imagining it? Maybe it’s not the Impala. Maybe Kali’s not really there. Maybe he’s- his vision clears and he sees Sam stumble out the front door followed by Cas and Dean. Kali tenses up, but neither of them are really capable of running at this point and then his knees are buckling and Sam’s there to catch him and Cas is there and Dean has Kali and everything’s okay for a few seconds before he finally just lets himself fall asleep.
Dean calls Pam as soon as they have Gabe and Kali squared away in a couple of the upstairs bedrooms. The woman must be psychic cuz she’s already getting on a flight to Sioux Falls and she’s bringing her entire medical kit. Downstairs, Sam and Bobby are discussing legalities and loopholes, cuz that’s what Sam needs right now. And Cas- Cas hasn’t left his brother’s side since he and Sam caught his collapsing body in the scrap yard. Dean tries not to pace- it stresses Cas out- so he ends up outside Gabe’s room, leaning against the doorframe, watching as Cas climbs into the bed next to Gabe and wraps his wings around him- something Gabe used to do with him when they were tiny and Cas was afraid. Cas starts humming really low in his chest- Hey Jude, Dean realizes. Cuz that’s what Sam and Dean’s mom sang to them when they were afraid so that’s what Dean sang to the angels on bad nights. His breath catches in his throat and he makes his way downstairs. The angels are going to be hungry when they wake up.
Gabe wakes up to the smell of bacon and home. There are black feathers in his mouth and a warm blanket snuggled around his shoulders. He drags himself out of the strange bed and into the hallway. He follows his hollowed out stomach down the stairs towards the bacon and sounds of life where- to his utter dismay, there sits Kali in deep discussion over some pagan god or another with Dr. Pam and a grizzled old man in a trucker’s cap. Cas sits on the counter and watches Dean and an older woman fight over how to cook the bacon to perfection. Sam is sitting in the corner rereading the same page in a law book over and over again with a cup of coffee. It all looks so normal. It fits. It’s almost as if Gabriel hasn’t run away from home or killed someone in the last month.
Cas trills happily when he finally sees him and moves to get off the countertop, sending a carafe of orange juice and a plate of pancakes crashing to the floor. Sam looks up from his book, Dean turns to see what Cas is gaping at, and before the fight or flight instinct kicks in, he’s sobbing into Sam’s shoulder and gripping his back and crying, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Don’t hate me, I’m sorry,” over and over again. Sam’s crying back, “I’m sorry too, Gabe. Don’t you ever leave again, Oh My God, You’re alive. I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” He feels Cas’ wings wrap around them and Dean’s arms. They stay like that for a long time. So long, Gabe thinks he might pass out again, but that might just be the lack of air- and food. Luckily, the older woman sets a platter on the table piled high with eggs, sausage, bacon, toast, French toast, pancakes, waffles, and every other good thing the Breakfast Gods ever blessed the Earth with and says, “Boys, I’m mighty glad you found your wayward angel and all, but food’s gettin’ cold and it looks like your boy might collapse again if he doesn’t get something in him soon.” Everyone’s tears turn to laughter then and Gabe takes a seat between Kali and Cas, with Sam and Dean across the way and everyone else squeezed in wherever.
He eats his fill, plus a little more, and just when he doesn’t think he’s going to be able to move, everyone retires to the living room where Sam hijacks him to an old dusty office. “Gabe, listen. I was wrong.”
“No, Sam. You were right. There’s a way to do things. And- God. I. I hit you. I killed a guy. I-”
“Hey. We’ll take care of all that, kiddo. Right now, though, let’s agree we’ll do this as a family. Okay?”
That, Gabe can do. “Okay.”
“Good. We wouldn’t want Dean to eat all the Salted caramel cookies.”
“With the dark chocolate drizzle?”
“And homemade caramel.”
“Oh My God, give me life.”
Sam laughs and throws his arm around his shoulders and right then, Gabe knows everything will be okay.
4th part of the Gta series Au based off of (this post) by @jgguks. Hobi, Jimin, Yoongi, and now Jungkook. I spelled his name about 18902 different ways.
warnings: not many actually but still, violence, drugs, but not as heavy as the others
word count: 2400
a/n: my mistake…taehyung is tomorrow…the hustler - fox
That’s all Jungkook was told when Namjoon shoved him into what used to be a death trap rusted through but was now a sleek machine. Namjoon had fixed her up with Jungkook’s help, taking care into the late nights to teach Jungkook everything there was about engines and valves to lead up to this.
homie some fluffy hc about warren on his wedding day would make my life please and thx fam!
He is cool and collected
I lied, he is not. He looks like he’s chill at first glance but he can’t fucking sit still for a second. His wings are fluttering behind him and he keeps fiddling with the buttons on his shirt and he almost pulls one of them out when Scott, Kurt and Peter come bursting in telling him to get to the alter.
He might be itching to see you a little too much
He tried to sneak off and visit you but Hank caught him before he could get that far
Warren is dying because he hasn’t seen you in almost two days and you are just so close.
Warren is looking his best today
He cleaned his feathers thoroughly, hair slicked back and a very fancy suit on, something he never thought he’d wear again after leaving the hellhole that was living with his parents
He almost dies when he sees you
You hadn’t let him see the dress and when you walked through the doors, he was sure that you were the angel in the room. You were glowing with happiness and he just couldn’t believe how lucky he was.
(I know some of you probably hate this because it’s not a quicksilver gif but this has been bugging me for a while now)
How reasonable do you think it would be if Warren was afraid of dogs? Like, I’m a sucker for bird!warren, (give me it if you find any I’ll bless you for life) and birds are afraid of dogs, because well, dogs hunt birds, right?
I bet he would especially be scared of smaller dogs because of how yappy and loud they can be.
Just imagine Warren being charged at by an overly excited dachund, and just backing away until he spreads his wings subconsciously and takes off, no questions asked. Leaving behind his confused and rather surprised friends. (Because Warren hides shit like this)
I bet if they see a hound dog or certain hunting dog of any kind, he just freezes and his feathers fluff up full height like an angry owl,and everyone stares at him like ‘wtf.’ Warren would probably ignore them and stare dead on at the dog incase it made a move, or got any closer.
It’s not that Warren WANTED to hate dogs, he just couldn’t help what the animals thought of him. He had tried owning a dog once when he was younger maybe, but he chooses not to think about that. It hadn’t worked out for these very reasons.
Even the most lovable lab could be happy to see him with a wagging tail and smiling mouth, oblivious to its natural instincts, and he’d still freak out? I’d guess he’d do a thing where he smacks frantically at it and backs away quickly, falling over furniture and yelling curses or excuses of ‘Oh, dogs are stupid I don’t care!’ And, 'I’m allergic, get it away!’
Of course none of the group members would notice this obvious yet subtle fear of his, or how every time any animal of the canine family showed up, he’d come up with a random excuse and fly away.
And he wouldn’t just fly away, he’d fly UP. I bet he’d fly to the highest point he could find as fast as he could, and just sit there after a dog had long gone and been done barking up at him for many minutes.
And I bet dogs would just CHASE him.
What predator animal doesn’t love birds?
I bet big hounds that pop up at the mansion or on their days out, would sprint after poor Warren, who is also sprinting away from this barking beast that is snapping at his giant wings and trying to grab a hold of him, and the group would watch as a frantic Angel with beating wings took off away and into the air as dogs would bark and go after those fancy feathers of his.
I bet it isn’t until a bad event like this that the team really notices Warren wasn’t just being mean to cute dogs and puppies.
So obviously they do something about it, because they really do love Warren, right?
It’s a nice day out, the gang having a blast at a park in the hot sun, going about their business, and Warren of course being too cool for everyone in his black leather and mean expression. But then a dog shows up, maybe a mixed breed, no higher than the knee, and is totally off leash. Warren notices it right away, and immediately tenses up. 'Fold your wings in, don’t move, maybe it will be a good boy and pass by,’ he thinks, but doesn’t show it of course.
Only this time the others do notice. And so does the dog. As the fluffy beast runs up to Warren, the angel shoots up, getting ready to bolt, just as Kurt himself bamfs in front of Warren, snarling at the dog and stopping it dead in its tracks. The pup would whimper, because Kurt is a down right bad ass, and back away, running off with its tail between its legs because damn it Warren is KURTS, not yours, you dumb dog.
And Warren would stand in shock as Kurt turns around, beaming up at Warrens blue eyes and flashing his pointed teeth in an award winning grin. “You don’t have to worry about them anymore, ja?” He would say happily.
And when Warren would look up from Kurt, he’d see all his other friends around him giving reassuring smiles.
Because to Warren, dogs are terrifying. And it’s taken one too many sharp-toothed mouth fulls of lost feathers to establish that.
(Someone draw me this please, I’m tagging my favorite accounts because I love you guys btw) @saberghatz@ask-nightangel@kiddo-w@warrenworthingtoniiidefensesquad@eieiot@angel-is-alive-i-promise
I wasn’t sure what I had expected from the Hall of Heritage. Perhaps some foolish part of me had thought that the books containing the information we needed would just float over to us and eliminate half of our job. But alas, as Aracely explained, the library wasn’t keyed to us, and the knowledge we were seeking was not commonly sought. So there would be a bit more legwork involved in our search.
A/N: Sorry for the waiting. Please ignore any mistakes. Thanks anon for requesting! I really hope I didn’t dissapoint. :)
Request: TonyXreader? Maybe she’s Ben experimented on by someone and it resulted in her having wings and being able to fly but she almost never shows them cause she’s scared and embarrassed by them and tony calls her tinkerbell because of it but she doesn’t mind cause it’s cute and the others don’t get why he calls her it til one day something happens like they see her wings some how or flying or whatever but make her feel less sensitive about them and accepted?
“Oh-O- I know! How about Fiona? And we’ll call Banner Shriek?” I said, looking at Tony, exicited. “I like the way you think Tinkerbell.” I smiled at the nick name he gave me. I kissed his cheek and he wrapped his arm around me. “Ugh. Go get a room.” Pietro said, rolling his eyes. “I own this tower Road Runner.” He said and pulled me closer to him. I chuckled. “So, what nick names do you two have for each other?” Natasha asked. “You wouldn’t want to know.” Tony said, joking. Natasha rolled her eyes. “They are like partners at crime. Bonnie and Clyde.” Clint said, poiting us. “Yeah, they put red-blue paint in my shampoo last week.” Steve said, angrily. I laughed, remembering the impression on his face. I high-fived Tony and he smirked. “Yeah, I helped them do that.” Clint said, chuckling. “What?!” Steve said, even more pissed now. “We needed someone to keep you out of your room. We hired Clint.” Tony explained. “You know what, I’ll get back on you guys.” Steve said with a serious tone. “Of course you will.” I smiled. “I mean it!” “Yeah, sure.” Tony said, trying not to laugh. Steve rolled his eyes and turned back to his drink. “Let’s go Tinkerbell. I am sleepy.” He said and got up, pulling me up with him. Others looked at us weirdly, problebly thinking why ‘Tinkerbell’. “We’ll see you losers tomorrow.” Tony said and held my hand, leading me to the elevators. They whined after us. *** “What will be our next move?” I asked Tony, my voice not so clear because I was brushing my teeth. “Well, not Fiona, Shriek or Hermonie. We wouldn’t want them to go ninjas on us. I was thinking, Thor.” I smiled evilly, getting out of the bathroom. “I have a plan. We can put stickers on Mjolnir.” I suggested, walking towards our closet. “I love it.” He said and chuckled. I took my dress off, threw it into our closet and got my night wear, put it on. I avoided looking at the mirror, not wanting to see my wings. “They are beautiful.” Tony said, looking at me from our bed. “Well they are not supposed to be on me.” I didn’t look at him, I couldn’t. It was embrassing for me. “I think it is good to have something to make you diffrent than others, and actually you do, a lot of things.” It took me a second to understand what exactly he said, so there were more than 1 thing that made me diffrent? “A lot of things?” I asked as I sat on the bed, waiting for an answer from him. He nodded. “What other things, except the wings?” I asked curiously. “You-you are not like the others. You are strong, smart, full of light. You would rather stay in and eat pizza, watch netflix than go on a fancy date. You see the good in people. You punched me in the face when I used the usual pick up line I used on other girls. I can keep counting if we are not gonna sleep.” He said, looking at me like I am shining or something. I smiled I layed down next to him, layed my head on his chest, wrapped my arm around his waist. He wrapped his arms around me after turning off the lights. “Good night Tinkerbell.” *** “TONY! (Y/N)!” Thor yelled ar the top of his lungs. We laughed and high-fived each other. Everyone looked at us, wondering what we did this time. Thor came running in, with Pink Mjolnir in his hands. “What the hell is this?” Thor asked, pointing th stickers on Mjolnir, like 'Spank me Daddy’ 'Daddy’s little kitten’ 'Barbie World’… Others burst into laughter as me and Tony tried not to, but amazingly failed. “You like it, Goldilocks?” Tony asked, smirking. “We thought you would like the surprise Thor! It looks lovely.” I said, giving him my cutest smile. Thor sat next to Steve, started to take them off. “Come on! They suited you!” Tony said, making me laugh even more, gaining a death glare from Thor. “Nice one.” Clint said as he kept laughing with me. Everyone else joined us, well, except Thor and Steve. “We will get back on you guys.” Thor said, glaring at us. “Hm-Hm.” “We will.” Steve said, giving us his serious look. “Sure Capsicle.” Tony said, taking a huge bite from his sandvich as he put his other hand on my waist, pulling me closer to him. “When do you two plan on putting an end to this?” Bruce asked. “Whenever we want. But I actually don’t think we will. Right, Tinkerbell?” “Hmm. Not for a while thats for sure.” I said. Natasha, Pietro, Clint and Sam chuckled as the others either rolled their eyes or gave us the bitch face. “You two find this so funny, don’t you?” Steve asked. “It is funny Cap.” Pietro said, smirking. “What if they target you next?” I got up and held my boyfriend’s hand, pulling him up. “If you guys excuse us, we have a business to attend to.” I said playfully, earning “Eww"s along with whistling. *** "What is our business, Tinkerbell?” He asked as I kept pulling him to the roof where I made a table for two of us. “Other than love-making? Some wine and cuddles…Maybe some dessert too?” I said as I made him sit, he smiled. I sat next to him as he opened the wine bottle and poured some to our glasses. “To us.” He said and raised his glass. “To us.” I repeated as I raised mine. We both drank up. “Can we skip to the love-making part?” He asked, eye-undressing me. “Hmm. Can we?” I said biting my lips on purpose, turning him on. He pulled me to him, putting his lips on mine. He slid his tongue in my mouth, our tongues started to battle each other. Then, the worst thing happend. Some idiots decided to attack us with their water guns, laughing. It took me by surprise, I pulled away from Tony. My wings opened, ripping my dress. Everyone stopped laughing, looking at my wings with shocked expressions. My eyes filled with tears. They weren’t suppose to see it. They think you are a weirdo now. Tony got up and walked towards me as others kept staring. “H-How?” Natasha was the first to speak. “HYDRA experiment.” I said, giving the others a fake smile. I tried my best to keep my voice normal. I wasn’t sad, I was just scared. What will they think of me? Now they looked even more shocked. “They are so beautiful.” Wanda said, her eyes widened. She walked towards me and put her hand on my right wing. I looked at my black-gold wing and took a deep breath. “So was my dress.” I murmured sarcasticly and walked towards the door. “(Y/N)–” Tony catched my arm. “I-I am fine. I just want to be alone.” I said and got my arm out of his hold. “Why did you hide them? They are beautiful!” Thor asked exicited. I turned back to them. “Yeah. I wouldn’t.” Natasha said. “Me neither. Look at them.” Pietro said, smiling. He walked towards me to take a better look. “How fast can you fly?” He asked. I raised my eyebrows. “Do you shampoo them?” “How did you hide–” I put my hands on the each side of my head. It was all too much. “Okay. Okay. We are done here.” Tony said and help my hand, pulling me towards the doors. *** “She doesn’t like them.” Natasha said, her voice sad. “But why doesn’t she? They are fantastic!” Pietro said, looking confused. “She feels unaccepted. Not everyone thinks the way we do.” Clint explained. “We should let her know that she is accepted. Her wings doesn’t change who she is.” Steve said, looking at others. “I agree.” Bruce said, taking a seat like the others. “So we finally learned why he called her 'Tinkerbell’.” Thor said, taking a sip from his drink. They all nodded. “We should talk to her, like now.” Natasha said and got up, signaling others to do the same. They walked towards the elevators and got in, pushed the button. They waited the doors to open in silence. They walked across the hallway and stood in front of Tony’s room. Steve knocked the door. “Guys, it is us. Can we come in if you aren’t naked–or doing anything?” Tony stopped his speech to (Y/N) about how they saw her still the same and turned to the door. He looked at (Y/N), checking if she wants to talk to them. (Y/N) shook her head, meaning yes. She didn’t want to talk to them, but she knew she would have to eventually. Tony got up and opened the door. They walked in. Reader’s POV “Hey.” They all said and took seats in front of me. “Hi.” I mumbled. Tony sat next to me and it was all silent for a moment. “(Y/N)–” Clint started but I cut him off. “No. Don’t. You don’t have to tell me all those we-still-love-you-crap.” I said. “You having those wings doesn’t change a thing (Y/N)!” Steve said, looking at me with understanding eyes. That look is new, I thought. “Exactly Lady (Y/N)!” Thor said with a cheerful voice as others smiled at me. “I turn into a green monster everytime I get angry. Come on!” Bruce said, trying to make me feel better. “They are beautiful! And you can fly, it is wonderful!” Wanda said with a happy voice. I looked at them. Do they really mean it? I turned back to staring at the floor. It was hard to look at them, feeling embrassed. “Guys–” “No! Don’t 'Guys’ us!” Clint said, pointing his finger at me. I couldn’t help but chuckle. Tony smiled at me and squeezed my hand, giving me courage. I took a deep breath and finally looked at them. They were looking at me, smiling a little. I was accepted. I didn’t have to hide it anymore. The thought of them seeing me the same was so beautiful, I had hard time to believe they really were. “So what now? Group hug?” I asked sarcasticly. I wasn’t a fan of serious situations. Tony chuckled as the others took a deep breath, relieving. They all smiled brightly. “Yes! Group hug!” Tony yelled, pulled me up on my feet and hugged me. They all joined, laughing. I tried to play 'cool’. “Okay guys. I know you love me. You can let go now.” I said after a while.
“No.” Steve said, chuckling. “This is getting awkward.” Clint said. “Shut up Barton.” Natasha said as we kept hugging.
Request/Ask anything you want, I would be happy to post. And please don’t leave me yet if you didn’t like it, I am improving myself and I have some pretty good plans ;)
Okay, let's try a fandom you've never written for: FFVII Cloud/Genesis (or whatever pairing tickles your fancy), Angst
pairing requests please.)
Keep in mind, most of my knowledge of this fandom comes from esama and sinnatious’ fics. So you know, lots of implied time travel scenarios here.
could’ve been something, maybe – Cloud, wandering the Planet, bearing the
burden of Sephiroth’s unending resurrections, and Genesis, spotting him one day
and never quite flying away again, shadowing him from above like some sort of overly suspicious, overly dramatic, one-winged sentinel, right up until he intercepts Sephiroth’s blade with his own
body when the once-general catches Cloud off-guard.
“You could be more than this,” Genesis says with a wave of his hand at the modest garage around him. “You’re good enough with a sword for Shinra.”
Mako-blue eyes peer up at him from where Cloud has slid out from under a car he’s been working on, a cynically amused smile surfacing on his face for a second before disappearing again. “I’m good enough here as a mechanic. Now pass me that wrench.”
Genesis sighs and passes him the wrench. But, he supposes, it’s not so bad to have a place to go to when he gets tired of Sephiroth being Sephiroth and Angeal rambling about his puppy, to have an extra cot to put his feet up on when he doesn’t want to deal with all the idiots in SOLDIER, to have someone to talk to - someone that’s just his and he doesn’t have to share with anybody else - when he just needs some space.
Not that he’d ever admit it.
“O my friend, the fates are cruel-”
“Shut up and go to sleep, Gen! It’s not the end of the world just because
I don’t want sex tonight!”
“Looking for Cloud?”
Genesis doesn’t let his shoulders bunch, reminding himself that everyone in this building is - in one way or another - as messed up as he is. Instead, he carefully assesses the woman walking up to him with a smile on her face but a look in her eyes that’s just as wary as he feels.
He steels himself and replies coolly, “I was invited.”
“Yes, Cloud told us,” The woman nods agreeably. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have made it through the door. Vincent would’ve shot you out of the air.”
Genesis wonders if he should just leave. Honestly, what is he even doing here?
Genesis’ gaze moves past the woman’s shoulder and lands on the blond who’s just appeared in the doorway, unsmiling and stoic as always but he’s ditched his gear, barefoot and in jeans, and he evidently just got out of the shower if the lack of a shirt and the damp hair and towel is anything to go by.
Cloud tips his head towards the stairs. “Tseng’s cooking tonight. You have time to wash up a bit before that.”
And with that said, he turns and heads back upstairs. The woman’s drifted off back behind the counter of the bar, and Genesis should bristle at being dismissed so easily.
But… he isn’t really, is he? He looks around one more time. It’s homey and warm in a way he hasn’t felt in a long time. And he has a place here for as long as he wants it. Cloud promised.
He takes a breath, wing fluttering behind him, and follows.
Besides. Tseng’s cooking. That he has to see.
Genesis is storming down one hall of the Shinra building when he runs headlong into a tiny little trooper boy with blond hair and big blue eyes.
“Watch where you’re going!” He snarls before sweeping onward, foul mood even fouler.
It doesn’t occur to him until later that while it was perfectly normal for him to not fall over from the collision, being SOLDIER and all, it was more than a little strange that the trooper boy didn’t either.
“People are already talking about how I’m trading sexual favours for a promotion,” Cloud remarks idly, not sounding all that concerned.
Genesis snorts, curling more possessively around the blond in his arms. “Make them regret it. Better yet, point them out to me tomorrow and let me make them regret it.”
Cloud hums a note of amusement even as he relaxes against Genesis, pillowing his head on the man’s shoulder. Maybe he would. It would certainly put the fear of god in his fellow cadets to have Genesis Rhapsodos out for their blood.
But for now, sleep is far more important. And after the Planet threw them back to the beginning to live through Shinra’s crap and Jenova all over again, Cloud figures they’re both entitled to some indulgences, including feeling safe while they slept, knowing the other is close by.
“You better not be doing what I think you’re doing, Strife.”
“I’m not doing what you think I’m doing.”
“Do you think I can’t feel you braiding my hair?! I don’t care whose personality you took, even Zackary wasn’t this suicidal!”
“Are you listening to me?!”
More and more often, Genesis lets Cloud clean and straighten out the feathers of his wing, and the gentle way Cloud combs his fingers through all that ugly black plumage never fails to make his throat tighten with emotions he refuses to name.
(suddenly a wild prompt appears) Nat watching T'Challa trying to woo Sam. And he's not doing so hot, because Sam is OBLIVIOUS. And Nat cannot help her need to meddle.(I can't decide if that will make it worse, or better)
omg and Natasha knows because she’s become quite good friends with T’Challa since the war- they ignore her shocking him because he realized his mistake and saw what she was trying to do- and now she knows how to read him because actually trying to court Sam.
He buys Sam fancy clothes and expensive running shoes. He pays for Sam’s lunch or dinner when they’re out and pulls out his chair before Sam can sit down. He kisses Sam’s hand as a goodnight and always tries to get on Steve’s side since that’s the closest thing to family he knows of Sam. If Sam says- even jokes- about wanting something T’Challa will go out of his way to get it for him. Once on a mission that T’Challa joined Sam complained about his wings being a little slow and the next time they saw each other Sam had new Vibranium wings from T’Challa.
Natasha, being able to read people as well as she does, knows right from the beginning that this isn’t just friendly but romantic. Sam, yes the oblivious one, doesn’t and when Natasha hears him bring it up to Steve, even more oblivious with his doe eyes at Bucky, he doesn’t either. So, she takes it into her own hands.
She tries to be subtle about telling Sam what T’Challa’s up to but she can see both the growing frustration and sadness on T’Challa’s face every time Sam says “Oh, thanks man.” to him after he attempts another courting ritual.
She starts by mentioning T’Challa’s attractiveness to Sam but he just nods and says that he can see where she’d be into a man like that. The next time she brings up courting rituals most commonly used- showering the potential mate in expensive items- and Sam asks if she’s interested in anthropology because he took a class once and he enjoyed it. Finally, after weeks of T’Challa’s adorably sad face and doe eyes she corners Sam while he’s at the tower and tells him what T’Challa’s doing. At first Sam’s slightly stunned, eyes wide and a flush rising on his cheeks, but then he gets with the program and tells her he as somewhere to be.
The next time she sees them they’re holding hands, it’s a little awkward, seeing as there’s a couch cushion between them, but they both look happy so she doesn’t say anything.
Instead, she looks over to Steve- who’s making not so subtle puppy eyes from T’Challa and Sam’s entwined hands to where Bucky’s stretched out on the carpet in front of a ray of light- and knows who she needs to talk some sense into next.
really love the idea of angels having soulmates that are being able to see
their wings so I decided to write my own.
(Italics are flash backs)
Cas Stood at the
alter waiting for you and Sam walk through the large doors of the church. He
was bobbing excitedly, just knowing you’ll look beautiful in your wedding
dress. There was no one other than your two brothers to walk you down the
aisle, you where happy with both but seeing as Dean was Castie’l best friend he
was his best man so Sammy was more than happy to walk you down the aisle on
your big day.
Castiel wasn’t sure
what he was feeling, he couldn’t describe it. The emotions that bubbled up in
his stomach was called nervousness but he didn’t know what it meant. Dean stood
beside him, waiting to see you and Sam walk through the thick wooden doors and
into the church. After all the bad you guys had been facing recently, it was
time something good happened.
Everyone was confused
by the empty seats on the front row and why no one could sit there but you insisted
they stayed empty, they were reserved for friends and family you’d lost along
the way. The ones right at the front where for John, Mary and bobby on your
side and on Castiels they were for Gabriel and Balthazar. The others where for
closest friends like Joe and Ellen, Kevin, Charlie and the others lost.
The rows behind where
filled with the living friends and family you had, even Crowley and Chuck came.
Why would they miss this?
“You ready for this?” Dean asked. Castiel nodded in reply.
“Seriously man, it’s Y/N for the rest of your life. I mean only Y/N
“There is no other person I’d be with,” Castiel said. “She is
the only women I’ve felt affection for.”
“Good,” Dean grinned. “I woulda kicked your ass if she
The doors flew open and you walked in along with Sam. Dean was proud, proud to
see his best friend and his other best friend get married.
It was a sad time
He and Sam had been
your protectors from the get go. Now that you and Cas were getting married, it
felt like you didn’t need them anymore. But you were always going to be a
Winchester. Technically you were, Cas didn’t have a last name so he was taking
“Ready for the
rest of your life, Cas?” Dean asked. “Of course,” Cas nodded.
“You ready for
this?” Sam asked, feeling more nervous for you then you were for yourself.
“Definitely,” You grinned, letting go of Sam and taking Cas’ hand.
The stories you had
been told when you were younger had turned out to be true. That angels had
Human soul mates and if they ever fell to earth only that one person could see
the angel’s wings and Castiel’s looked amazing.
When the Winchesters
had introduced the Angel to you, you couldn’t believe your eyes. You gasped as
you heard a rustle of feathers. Cas sat up as his wings visible to your eyes
and stretched out before you. They were beautiful, mottled with colors you
couldn’t even begin to describe and feathers that looked like they’d be
extremely comfortable to snuggle against.
“I-Its lovely to meet
you…” you blush and stutter as he shakes your hand with a smile.
As the months went on
you never mentioned his wings but you always stared. You couldn’t help it but
is seemed to annoy the brothers. “Why do you keep staring at Cas? Do you fancy
him or something?” Dean scowled slightly.
“Fancy him? What are
we in first grade?” you chuckle but his facial expression dosent soften. “No
I’m not staring at him because I “Fancy” him-“
you make finger movements over the word fancy. “-I’m staring at his
wings dumb ass. They’re beautiful.”
They look shocked. “You can see them?” Cas
asks calmly and you nod, “Yeah I thought everyone could…”
“So I’m your soul
mate?” you asked trying to sum things up once the boys left you two alone. He
nodded and looked a little sad.
“I am truly sorry Y/n,
we don’t have to act upon it if you don’t want to but I just want you to know
that I would like to.” You could swear you saw a small blush come on his cheeks
as he talked.
Your hand outstretched
towards his wings, fingers itching to thread through them before you paused.
Cas tilted his head as he searched your eyes, wondering why you had stopped
“You don’t even have
to ask,” he chuckled.
The wedding ring glistens on your
finger and happy tears threaten to flow over.
“I do.” You smile.
“I do…” Cas nodded and smiled even
wider than before.
Your lips connect, and your arms
wrap around his neck and his hands rest softly on your hips. His wings enclose
around the two of you like a shield as everyone cheers.