#human!sam

okayy so I’m sorry but it simply refused to stay in the drabble format bc my unwritten sea witches AU jumped out at me from this prompt and demanded a timestamp. and seeing as I’ve absolutely no idea when or if it’s gonna be written I just couldn’t say no so here I hope you enjoy <3

The air isicy and bitter, wind threatening to tear Sam’s jacket off as he walks downthe path towards the sea. Gabriel is already there, in their usual spot,sitting atop the rock outcrop, basking in pale winter sun, flicking his taillazily every time a wave catches it. Sam chuckles and climbs onto the rock,settling behind Gabriel and wrapping both arms around his waist.

“Hey, Ariel,” he murmurs into Gabriel’s ear.

Gabriel snortsand tries to push Sam’s face away. Sam laughs and kisses his fingertips.

“Shut up. It’stoo cold to be human today. Change and see for yourself. We could go for a swim?”

“Nah, I’mgood,” Sam says, trailing butterfly kisses along Gabriel’s neck. “Maybe later.”

“You’recold,” Gabriel says, getting a hold of Sam’s hand. “Hang on. I’ve got somethingfor ya.”

He reachesfor his oilskin bag, pulling what looks like a heap of seaweed out of it.

“What isit?”

“A present.”

Gabriel shiftsand turns so that he’s facing Sam, and pushes the heap onto his lap. At acloser look, it turns out to be the softest and lightest sweater Sam’s everseen. He can’t help but stare at it in awe: it looks as if it were made of somedark green cloud with bits of setting sun stuck inside it.

“Come on,try it on. I wanna see,” Gabriel says, pulling at Sam’s jacket.

Sam obedientlytakes his jacket the rest of the way off and pulls on the sweater. The firstthing his brain registers is that he’s no longer cold. There’s a faint smell ofsalt and seaweed and sunlight, and he remembers the day they first swamtogether. He isn’t aware that he’s talking out loud, remembering that day tothe tiniest detail, until Gabriel starts saying the words with him.

“…and thenwe spent the rest of the day lying at the bottom of that lagoon, watching thesun slowly sink into the water. Your first underwater sunset, Sammy. As mygrandma used to say, no sweater is complete until you weave a good memory intoit. That was a beautiful day. I thought you might like it.”

“I love it,”Sam says, pulling Gabriel close, kissing the tip of his nose, smiling. “It’sperfect. But how did you make it? Magic?”

“Nope. Noneat all.”

“But… buthow?”

“Why, Sammy, can’t you see? I’m very good at knitting.”

Goodbye art-block, hello human Sammy :P

drawing the freelancers as humans seemed like a popular suggestion so I gave Sam a try

Quinn was doing pretty well. Spectacularly well, actually, for someone who had just lost her mate for an indefinite amount of time. She hated having lost him to everything she had been trying to avoid; Expectations, distance, being different, authority. She had never hated something so much in her life. Desperately, she tried to remember what her life was like before Sam. She couldn't. Her life had begun that night on the church balcony, with clouds swelling and thunder rumbling, Puck watching them in the distance, watching them as she let him kiss her. Quinn had her running shoes on once more, remembering how it was what she did when she tried to push thoughts out of her head. She had run and avoided and pretended, had become a pro at it, and she could do it now.