Request : Anonymous. Ok. I can’t help but think God created angels kind of like birds. So a funny idea came to me. What if angels went through a nesting period? Like they end up making a huge best whenever they find their mate and ends up staying cooped up in it with then for a while because they get possessive during that time. Since earth doesn’t have heavens materials it would be funny to see just a gigantic nest made out of pillows and the reader has no idea what’s going on lol.
A/N : This idea came to me and made me giggle, I hope you like it.
You were standing in line for a coffee, not in a cafe, but at the small cart on campus. It always stopped by this door, at this time, shaded by the nearby tree. You preferred it to the coffee in the cafeteria.
And then suddenly, you weren’t. The tree, the grass, the sky, the cart and the people, all replaced with blue walls painted with realistic clouds. “What the fuck..” You looked down, and you were standing on a mountain of pillows and blankets. It reminded you of blanket forts from when you were a child, how you’d pile every comfortable thing you could find inside, and read until you passed out.
“Hello, Sugar.”
You turned towards the voice, and furrowed your brows at the man sitting and smiling at you. “How- how did I get here?”
“That was the easy part.” He smiled.
“What am I doing here?” You started taking in the room again, and this time noticed a door to your left.
“You are my mate. I made this for you.”
You turned back to him, staring at him for a moment. “Aren’t you the janitor?”
“Well, yes and no.” He chuckled. “That is who I let you see. I am so much more. I-”
“I’m being kidnapped by the fucking janitor.” You sighed. “Great. Well, it was nice to meet you, janitor, but I need to go.” You started for the door, trying not to trip over the pillows and blankets.
“I can’t let you leave.” He snapped his fingers, and the door was gone. You froze in confusion but went to where the door hand been, feeling the wall, looking for any sign the door had been there, but there was none. You let out a whimper. “I won’t hurt you.”
“You kidnapped me! I.. How long was I out? I don’t even remember getting here. What the fuck did you put in my coffee?” The last thing you remembered was standing in line, it felt like just a minute ago, but it could have been days.
“You’re my mate, I would never harm you.” He sounded offended. “I need to protect you, you are mine, that’s why you’re here. That’s why I made this.” You refused to look at him, you kept at the wall where the door had been, desperately looking for a way out, and it hurt him.
You heard him snap his fingers again, and flinched this time. Afraid of what came next, but then you smelt it and turned to your right, away from him. A few pillows and things were gone, and replaced with a table. It was filled with cakes, cookies, pies, every sweet thing you had ever enjoyed in your life.
“Hungry?” He asked softly.
You were shaking, on the verge of tears. You put your forehead to the wall and shook your head. “I just want to go back.. Please.”
“I know you’re hungry. Eat.”
“No amount of chocolate will make this okay!” You screamed.
“Look at me, what do you see?” You shook your head, refusing to turn. “Look at me.” His voice was firm. “What do you see?”
Slowly you turned. “I see a janitor I’m now terrified of.” You answered in a soft, shaky voice.
“Open your eyes, and really look.” He spread his arms out to his sides. “What do you see?”
You bit your lip, closing your eyes for a minute. When you opened them again, you gasped. “What..”
He smiled softly. “Now, what do you see?”
“W-wings.. Beautiful golden wings.” You were mesmerized by how they seemed to shimmer, as if the sunlight was bouncing off the feathers. “What.. What are you?”
“I said I was more then a janitor. I am the Archangel Gabriel. I’ve also gone by the Trickster Loki.” He smiled. “And you, sweetheart, are my mate. When I meet my mate, I nest. I build this, though this isn’t as lovely as it should be..” He mused looking around. “I don’t exactly have heavens materials down here, and I didn’t think you’d appreciate twigs the way birds do.” He chuckled.
“C-can I?” You reached out a hand, even thought you were a good 5 feet away at least.
“It might have some effects you don’t particularly want right now.” He smiled. “Touching an angel’s wings is a bit of an intimate thing. Only a mate can even see them like this.”
“I’m..”
“My mate. I told you. You’ve seen them before, but this wasn’t ready so I made you forget. You can remember now.”
Your eyes fluttered as memories started to come back. Memories of seeing him around the halls, or on the grounds and his beautiful wings behind him. “I-I thought they were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, and every time I saw them, it was like the first time all over again.. You too.”
He smiled. “I know. I sorry I did it this way, I am. I’m sorry I scared you, but it’s what we do. I can’t stop it, I can’t help it. I need you here with me. I can’t let anyone else near you while I’m nesting. You, are mine.”
As scared as you were, deep inside you knew it was true. Something was pulling you now. “I am.”
He grinned. “You feel it too?” You nodded, and he jumped up from where he sat. “I’m so happy, Sugar. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.”
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A/N : Another one from 11 months ago that read “This just happened. I choked and couldn’t breath I was laughing so hard. The Sir didn’t find it as funny as I did, but he did laugh.”
Part of the ‘Awkward Adventures in Sex’ Series.
You were on your knees, your legs together as Gabe slammed into you from behind. His fingers dug into your waist and he was hitting that perfect spot dead on with every thrust. “Oh fuck Gabe!” You were whimpering, close to screaming out with your release. Your fingers clutching the blanket bunched up under your chest.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck you feel good.” He groaned, doing his best to keep the pace. He was getting close, and sloppy.
You cried out, starting to shake under him. A string of curses escaped his lips. “Please, Gabe..”
“I’m going to fill that pussy, sweetcheeks.” He growled.
“Fuck!” You clenched down around him as your orgasm washed over you, not even noticing he had stopped fucking you.
“Jesus Sugar!” He growled out before pulling out. “Holy…”
You turned to look back once you caught your breath. He was holding his dick as he laid on his back across the bed. “You okay?”
“I started to cum.” He looked over at you. “And you were like a vice grip!”
“What?” You started to chuckle.
“Don’t laugh! It wouldn’t come out.” He couldn’t help but smile, though. He massaged his dick as he shot you a mock glare. “You’re not suppose to do that you know. You’re not suppose to slow down a train while it’s in motion.”
You started laughing and laid on your side looking at him.
“It’s not funny.” He couldn’t help but chuckle, no matter how much he protested. “It was like a million sperm pile up!”
You burst out laughing even harder and rolled on your back.
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You were dead tired, sore, and covered in blood. Some of it yours, but most of it not. You just wanted a hot shower. And maybe a vacation, you were getting tired of hunting.
Getting in your motel room, you tossed your bag next to the bed, and started to peel off your coat, wincing in pain. You could feel the gash on your shoulder blade bleeding all over again. Fuck, it had just finally slowed down. You sighed and headed to the bathroom to see how bad it was. Phone in hand in case you needed to call the Winchesters to help patch you up. You had spotted them in town earlier that day. They were just passing through but stopped for the night in the event that you needed back up. You should have taken them up on it.
About halfway to the bathroom, you stopped to slowly peel your jeans off. That was pretty painfully as well, seeing as how you had been stabbed in the thigh. Yep, I’m going to need some help patching this up, you thought.
You opened the bathroom door, not even caring that it shouldn’t have been closed to begin with and put your phone down on sink counter, leaning on it almost in tears. Fuck, everything hurt.
“Welcome home sugar.”
You glanced over, and there was Gabriel, smiling in the bath, surrounded by bubbles. “Don’t give me that look, I figured you could use a nice hot bath after work today, honey buns. Get in here.” he smiled, arms out stretched.
“I can’t, Gabe” you laughed. “I need to patch these up, fast.”
He snapped his fingers and you were naked. “Come on, come to Daddy, you know you want to.”
“Gabe…”
He stared up into your eyes “Trust me.”
Sighing you got into the tub, wincing at the pain as you leaned your back against him. He kissed your neck as a hand went to your head and you felt all your pain disappear. “See, I’ll always take care of you sugar, now hand me those chocolates.” You chuckled, leaning forward to grab the chocolates he had left at the other end of the tub. You felt his fingers run over the place where you had been cut. You knew he left no scars, but he still always seemed to know where every scar should be. Like he committed every one to memory.
He snapped his fingers, turning off the lights. Candles appeared around the room, so did a bottle of wine and two glasses.
You kissed him on the cheek as you handed him the chocolates and leaned back onto him. “Thanks Gabe, I needed this.”
“I know Sugar.” was all he said as he fed you chocolates.
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Request: I don’t know if either of you speak french(or feel like looking up the translation) but there is a really pretty french song (called Derniere Danse by Indila) that I think would make a good fic (maybe with Gabe?) if not I would say it’s worth a listen anyway much love xx & (Anon who sent the ask w the french song Derniere Danse): I like that idea! Maybe w like memories of them together(the song talks about flying & dancing a lot so something like a fluffy memory w those could be cute) but even if you guys just wanted to go with the feel of the song whatever you guys wrote im sure would be great! (I really should start signing my anon messages w something because I have sent a few & I am on this page like everyday /-\ idk im just shy so i use anon) -Bee
You went about your days as if in a daze. All the color and joy sucked out of your life. You were just going through the motions, until the next breakdown. You’d fall to pieces, and eventually pick yourself back up and start again.
You closed your eyes as you walked past the chocolate shop. You always closed your eyes when you passed it now. You had brought him in there once, and his face had lit up, as if you had brought him to the Wonka factory. He had actually found a kind of chocolate he had never tried before. “twelve.. thirteen.. fourteen.. fifteen.” You took a deep breath. 15 steps and you were past it. Your eyes opened again and you continued on. You were getting better at avoiding things that reminded you of him.
Somewhere along the way, you heard music. You glanced in a window and saw a couple learning to dance. Your breath caught in your throat.
“Hey sweet heart, what are you listening to? Is that big band?”
You chuckled as his arms wrapped around you from behind “I’m a sucker for trombones and trumpets Gabe, what can I say. I wish I could dance to it though.”
“I can teach you sugar. Easy peasy.”
You turned and raised an eyebrow. “You dance?”
“I’ve been hanging around here for centuries. Of course I dance. Come on, I’ll teach you to Foxtrot.” His eyes lit up as he held out his hand.
A tear ran down your cheek as you pulled yourself away from the window. “Fuck.” You headed to the park that you knew was just a few blocks away.
You remembered how he had held your hand and waist, as you both moved across the floor. They way those whiskey coloured eyes shone as he looked down at you. You groaned. The only Whiskey anything in your life these days was a bottle of Jack.
“You can move Sweetheart.” He beamed one night. “Best dance partner I’ve come across yet.”
You laughed. “I did the Charleston once in school as a kid. My mom sewed me this cute little flapper dress.. I’ve been hooked since.”
“SWING!” He practically shouted it, he beamed with excitement. “Let’s do swing!”
You shook your head. “I don’t know Gabe… I only ever did it that one time.. I was like 7 or 8..”
He pulled you to him making you laugh. “Come on.. I’m having so much fun. Dance with me.”
You found a quiet park bench and dropped into it. You watched birds fly over you. As your head went back to look up, you found yourself watching the clouds. He had told you all about heaven. You wondered if there was a heaven for him.
If heaven was your good memories, your best memories, would he be there waiting for you? Would you get one last dance.
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