#megbriel

Moodboard: Meg x Gabriel (Supernatural)

“Life is nothing without a little chaos to make it interesting.” 

For @petrichoravellichor

FANDOM: SPN

WORD COUNT: 2218

PAIRING: Megriel

RATING: Teen+up

ADDITIONAL TAGS: Fluff, and um... more fluff?, Insecure!Gabe, Soft!Meg, Idiots In Love, Background Sam/Ruby, Background Destiel, Tons more fluff.

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His thumbs hovered over his phone's keyboard, front teeth chewing on bottom lip.

Gabe typed out a reply.

Hey there yourself, Ms Troublemaker No.1 (Pink has nothin on you, babe). Gotta do some mind-numbingly boring admin. Wanna help? Jk :D Seriously tho, leave the Jager at home but bring Chinese/Japanese/anything with noodles? That is if you're sure you want a fucktasticly exciting Friday night in with your friendly neighborhood Baker-boy?

Man, he should really just tell her he's busy. Not that Gabe actually wanted to be left alone to be able to get on with his much-less-entertaining-than-watching-paint-dry work. But because why in Chuck Norris' name would the hottest thing on two legs be interested in a Friday night in with a baker's spreadsheets and fucking caffeinated drinks made with icky coffee-mate instead of boozy shots? Meg had only text in the first place because she was bored and couldn't change the channel and lived just around the corner so his place was just obviously just a convenient option and…

Gabe's thumb added and bring milk before hitting send >>

Because fuck it, he could be her friend. He'd been her friend for almost a year now, so what had changed? It didn't matter that he was so much more invested in their relationship than she was. Didn't matter that he was in love with her clever, delicious-looking mouth and her snark and her hidden softness that he wanted to hold onto tightly and yet gently and never, ever let go… because Meg wanted a friend. So, let there be friendship. And let his desires for more go wanting. She was worth the heartache.

His phone beeped again.

<< be there in 15 doofus

Gabe's smile reappeared, brighter than an angel's halo.

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An angel who ran away from home in fear, to get away from all the yelling and fighting and corruption that followed his dearest brothers fall. He ran, faking his death and hiding from his family in what he thought would be for the rest of eternity.

A Demon who had found her first purpose in the fallen angel, a loyalty to her God that she had been willing to die for. She fought for him, made herself one of the most wanted beings in Hell for her master, who she thought would rule the world once he was released.

Both led completely different lives, so how did their paths cross and just how did an angel and demon fall so completely in love that they were willing to give up the things most important to them?

This is their story.

It had been in the late Victorian era, and the demon who’d been mentioned before was no more than a human at the moment. She was beautiful, her hair falling in natural loose curls that framed her elegant face. Eyes a deep brown that when caught the sunlight glowed softly. But her poverty had forced her to dress in little better than rags, forced her to live in the streets and do whatever was necessary to live and save herself and her only sibling.

Her clothing hung off her body at multiple places, filled with tears and stains from her grueling every day tasks, not to mention because of how some of the people treated her. It was just how she was forced to live.

Then one day, well she didn’t know if she’d say things changed for the better, but they’d definitely changed for something much more interesting.

She’d been working for hours in a run down barn with nothing to eat nor drink, and she hadn’t since the morning before. Exhaustion was beginning to wear on her and it wasn’t much longer before her knees buckled beneath her, the hay she’d been carrying falling to the floor and did scattering everywhere. No doubt her employer would be furious.

Now she should have fallen behind the hay, face first into the mud, along with other things she preferred not to think of, instead though she found herself being held up by a strong pair of arms.

“Now, what’s a beautiful girl such as yourself doing out here? “ Came the voice of the man above her, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes and push herself out of the stranger’s arms, albeit her legs wobbled but she stood her ground.

Her chocolate brown eyes looked over the man’s appearance, and she’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t find the man attractive.

He was dressed in a navy blue suit, one that royalty could be seen wearing far too often. That alone should’ve had her showing this man respect, anything to get some money to help her and her sister survive. Yet she got a certain vibe off the man that called for something.. different.

Besides the fancy suit, the man had slicked back dirty blond hair, and his eyes.. dear god they were like sunlight hitting amber. Beautiful, stunning and too easy to get lost in.

To avoid doing just that she returning to observing the man. He was clean, spotlessly so and that should have been impossible due to where they were. Yet here he was, not even a speck of dirt on his shoes.

Finally she brought herself to respond, arms crossed over her chest in what was her version of defense. “and what’s a rich pretty boy like yourself doing out in these parts?” She asked, fully expecting a glare in return but instead the man laughed, his voice sounding strangely like a melody.

“I like you. What’s your name?” the man asked, and after a few minutes she finally responded, “Megafine, pronounced Meg-gah-feen. what is yours?”

“Don’t have a name, not one that I share at least. Sorry to disappoint Ms. Megafine” the man said with an over dramatic bow before a more nonchalant shrug, hands shoved into his pockets now. “To make up for it why don’t I help you out?” The man offered and with no more than a snap of his fingers all of the work Megafine had to do was suddenly done. Saving her hours of labor, and also leaving her looking shocked. Then again who wouldn’t be?

“Okay.. what just happened?” She’d asked, eyebrows raised and the way she was looking could only be described as cautious yet fascinated.

The man just laughed again, wiggling his eyebrows and she swore he looked so different in that moment. Other worldly. “Things are out there sweetheart, don’t think you humans are the only beings on this planet. Take care.” He said, waving to Megafine before turning and in just a few steps he had vanished, leaving the beautiful girl in the barn, alone and confused about the events.

This would be the one time they’d meet in this life. The angels interference in Megafine’s life would cause her to look into the supernatural, eventually leading to her selling her soul to save her sister. The next time the beautiful girl had opened her eyes, they were pitch black and she was no longer powerless. She never would be again.

A birthday present for @aloha-cowgirl: happy birthday! 😊 I hope this makes you feel better!

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Meg/Gabriel, Jody/Donna (mentioned), Sam/Amelia (mentioned)

Tags: Alternate Universe, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff

*****

They were sprawled side-by-side on their stomachs watching The Rocky Horror Picture Show when Gabriel said, “You know, we really need to decide on our costumes.”

Meg turned her attention away from where Dr. Frank N. Furter was introducing Eddie to a pickax to see Gabriel watching her with his chin propped up on one hand, the other picking absently at the carpet. “What, now?”

Gabriel smiled. “You know what they say: no time like the present. Besides,” he added, reaching into their shared bowl of popcorn and popping a kernel into his mouth, “only two weeks left till Jody and Donna’s party, and we are not losing to Sam and Amelia three years in a row.”

“A moose and a unicorn.” Meg shook her head in disgust, last year’s defeat still fresh. “What the hell is so special about a moose and a unicorn.”

“No clue. Hence, however, my previous point about picking our costumes. This year, we gotta go all in.”

He looked so serious that Meg couldn’t help but grin. “All right, I’m game.”

Gabriel flashed a grin in return. “Super. So, ideas?”

“Angel and demon?”

“Hmm. I kinda want something with a little more pizzazz.”

“Well, I kinda want something with a little more then you pick.”

Gabriel chuckled. “Fair enough.” He considered. “Oh, I know! Peter Pan and Tinkerbell.”

Meg smirked. “Fine. But you’re going as Tink.”

“Deal. Besides, I look great in heels.”

“Tinkerbell doesn’t wear heels.”

“She does now. Also,” Gabriel added, grinning, “I’m going to need you to follow me around all night and clap so I don’t die.”

Meg snorted and turned her attention back to the TV. “Yeah, not happening.”

“Damn. Well then it looks like that idea’s out.”

“Looks like it.”

“Guess we’ll just have to go as something else.”

“Guess so.”

“How about fiancés?”

Meg nearly choked on her popcorn. Swallowing, she turned to see that Gabriel's amused expression had shifted into something softer; he looked almost nervous. “Fiancés,” she repeated, and he nodded. “I...You...This isn’t one of your jokes, is it? Because Gabriel, I swear to God—"

"No joke." Gabriel now looked decidedly nervous. "I...Look, I've just been thinking, and you're it for me, okay? You have been for a long time. And I don't care if we get married tomorrow, ten years from now, or if we just keep having super hot, out-of-wedlock sex for the rest of forever—" he smiled tentatively as Meg let out a soft huff of laughter, then reached out and took her hand. "I love you. You're my person. And I wanna be your person. So, what do you say?" He brushed a thumb along the inside of her palm, looking every bit the picture definition of hopeful. "Wanna grow old and wrinkly together?"

Meg continued to regard him for a moment, then smiled. "I'm still not gonna follow you around clapping."

Gabriel laughed. "Noted. So..." He leaned in, resting their foreheads together. “Is that a ‘yes’ to the other thing?”

A/N: So, I tweaked the prompt a bit, but I’m pretty pleased with how this came out; hope you like it!

*****

Meg should have counted the windows more carefully. She could have sworn she’d gotten it right: sixth window from the left on the back of the building. But no, she realized, cursing under her breath as she did a frantic recount, she’d just removed the outer screen from the fifth window, not the sixth...and a very amused Gabriel was now peering back at her from inside his apartment.

Meg sighed and let the screen slip from her grip to the grass with a soft thud. “Aw crap...”

“But soft!” declared Gabriel, flourishing a hand as he stepped forward. “What light through yonder window breaks...and enters?” He waggled his eyebrows and flashed a grin, hand coming down to settle over his heart. “It is the east, and Meg Masters is the sun!”

Meg rolled her eyes: leave it to a theater major to go for the dramatics. “Can it, Romeo: this isn’t what it looks like.”

“Really.” Gabriel leaned forward to rest his elbows on the windowsill and propped his chin up on one hand. “So it’s not you trying to sneak into my bedroom? ’Cause that’s kinda what it looks like.”

Meg narrowed her eyes and pointed down at the screen she’d dropped. “It’s ripped.”

“So I’m aware.”

“So I thought it was mine, jackass, because mine’s ripped in the same spot, and I was trying to fix it!” She pulled a screen patch from her back pocket and held it up directly in front of Gabriel’s face. “See?”

Gabriel’s gaze flickered from the patch to the screen, then back up to Meg, and his grin widened. “Sure do.” He tilted his head and winked up at her. “And while I’m flattered as all get-out that you’d come up with such an elaborate scheme to get me alone in my bedroom, I gotta say, neighbor-mine, all you had to do was ask.”

“Ugh!” Meg threw down the patch and turned away, crossing her arms. “You’re...you’re…”

“Endearing? Adorable? Something you can no longer live without?”

Meg scoffed and kicked ruefully at the grass. “Yeah, something like that.”

“Glad to hear it. Say, you hungry?”

Arms still crossed, Meg turned around to see that Gabriel had straightened and was now looking at her with a curious expression. “What?”

“You hungry?” Gabriel repeated, gesturing over his shoulder in the direction of the kitchen. “‘Cause I was just about to whip up a batch of my world-famous chocolate chip banana pancakes, and they taste lots better with company.”

Meg gaped at him. “You’re for real, aren’t you?” she said.

“I’m always for real when it comes to you.”

The complete sincerity in his voice caught Meg off guard. She considered him for a moment, then gave what she hoped came across as an indifferent shrug. “I could eat.”

Gabriel quirked a smile. “Well, all right then. So, you wanna come in through the window, or...”

“I’ll use the front door, thanks.”

Art is a commission from the talented @holydean.

Pairing: Meg x Gabriel

Rating: T

Tags: Alternate Universe, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship

Summary: A financial challenge leaves Meg feeling stressed. Thankfully, Gabriel's got a plan to help her unwind.

*****

Meg glowered down at the paperwork as though trying to set it ablaze. Her dream of quitting her dead-end job hinged on her ability to convince the bank to approve this loan request: it was the only way she’d be able to start her own business. She clenched her jaw and snatched up the pen she’d thrown down moments earlier. People do this every goddamn day, she thought, hunching forward over the kitchen table. You want this? Then figure it the fuck out.

“You coming to bed, babe?”

She looked up to see Gabriel standing in the kitchen doorway. He was wearing a faded green tee and a pair of boxers featuring rubber ducks, an aesthetic that over the course of their relationship had somehow gone from annoying to endearing, although Meg couldn’t remember when. She felt her anger ebb a bit and shook her head. “Nah. Gotta get this done.”

“Pretty sure it’ll still be there tomorrow,” said Gabriel. “Besides, you’ve been bent over that table for hours. Change of position’ll do you good.” Winking, he added, “And, as luck would have it, I’ve got a few suggestions in mind.”

Meg scoffed. “You’re impossible.”

“Who, me? Never. Kinda lonely, though.” Gabriel’s expression softened, and he crossed the kitchen, stopping next to her and holding out a hand. “Come on, come to bed. I’ll even throw in one of my world-famous massages.”

Meg arched a brow. “That your plan, lover boy? Come in here and try to seduce me?”

Gabriel shrugged. “Is it working?”

She regarded him, with his goofy grin and his outstretched hand and those ridiculous rubber duck boxers, and knew that resistance was futile. Gabriel was a dork, yeah, but he was her dork. And she loved him for it.