#luca morelli

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Luca Morelli Storia rivelata 2009

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Sarah Snyder by © The Morelli Brothers

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Business Associates (part of the My Mom Is A Serial Killer PART 2 setting)

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[aria-ashryver]

Starlight Halloween Edit

hi hello i am experiencing two extremely gay thoughts

1) Red Velvet are still promoting 🖤🩸Chill Kill💞💋, so as far as I'm concerned, it's still Halloween until they say otherwise

2) I loved my commission prize art from CFWC's Bi Awareness Week event so freaking much that I couldn't resist making a Halloween edit! because i cannot get enough of Luca!!! in a corset!!!!!! (and MJ absolutely nailed it 😭✨)

(bonus Nicole edit this time, bc she and Luca got ready together and I love writing about and celebrating my characters' queer platonic friendships as much as their romantic relationships ❣)

cr. to @korgbelmont and @farizrz for the assets! 🖤

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Look at this fucking tote bag I bought in Naples I'm in love

[neonprayersisarapist]

neon prayers (@neonprayers) is an abuser and a rapist.

in march of 2021, i ended my relationship of 4 years with lucas morelli. throughout the duration of this 4 years i experienced relentless emotional abuse, constant manipulation and coercion into countless sexual acts that were nonconsensual. his manipulation was intentional, constantly making me feel like i had nowhere to go, no one else who would love me or take care of me, and these feelings made me more susceptible to accepting the abuse i was facing. i was also incredibly invested in starting to explore my career in music, which he used to his advantage being a music technician. he made me believe that the only way i would be able to create anything was through working with him.

when we began dating i had just turned 18 a month prior, and i was incredibly inexperienced in every aspect of a relationship. he applauded me for my lack of experience and let me know that it was something to be desired, all while getting ready to take advantage of my lack of awareness and coerce me into sexual acts that were far beyond my comfort level.

as the relationship went on he became less and less respectful and moved from coercion into simply taking without asking. multiple times he pushed past me begging him to stop, and another he simply assaulted me as i was sleeping in his arms.

after breaking up with him, i blocked him on all platforms to try to protect my mental health as i healed and processed what i had went through. as time went on i understood that the relationship i had with Lucas Morelli was not normal, and it was in fact the definition of an abusive relationship. i have been silent on social media since this point, due to the overwhelming feeling of being watched and unsafe.

turns out i wasn’t wrong to feel this way, as he has tried to infiltrate LGBTQ+ spaces i had introduced him to, being a lesbian nonbinary person myself. these spaces have welcomed this heterosexual cis man in.

i have tried to bring this to the attention of those in his immediate circle, but he continues to prey on young, feminine people who solely rely on him for music production.

this is not something i take lightly and i wouldn’t be writing this today if it weren’t one of the most physically traumatizing things to happen to me. Lucas Morelli is a rapist and abuser.

Continuation:

it’s frustrating having to further prove my truth to those who don’t believe my experience.

Neon Prayers is not the man he makes himself out to be.

i have proof of Lucas Morelli and his behavior toward me throughout the duration of our relationship.

Lucas Morelli weaponises his emotions against those he is trying to manipulate, as i had witnessed countless times. i had told him twice on separate occasions, “you sound like a rapist” once, and another “your behavior is exactly like a rapist would be acting” both times after denying him sex.

both of these times he had a meltdown, sobbing and crying and gripping my arms while i was in pain.

throughout the years, i had no one i could talk to about this abuse, as he had told me to not “spread our business” amongst any of my friends, as they were connected to his friends as well. he did everything he could to make sure i wouldn’t be able to question his behavior as long as he made me feel like i was forbidden to.

i had attempted to break up with him 3 times.

the first time was earlier in our relationship, in 2018. i was still unaware of how his behavior was abusive, but i was aware that it was making me depressed and feel incredibly used to have been nothing but something for him to have sex with.

in these instances of him coercing me into sexual acts, he would start by trying to get me to have sex with him many different ways. oftentimes i showed disinterest early in the conversation, to which he would immediately become critical of me saying i don’t have sex with him enough. he would continue by pushing the boundary further.

“can you at least just give me head?”

i would refuse.

“can you at least just jerk me off?”

i would refuse.

“can you just take off your shirt and kiss me?”

i would beg him to please let me leave the room, or for him to leave the room himself and go somewhere else.

usually he would stay in the room, and stare at me while jerked himself off until i initiated something to get him to finish. otherwise he would have a complete meltdown for the rest of the day and force me to pick up his pieces.

sooner or later i became less resistant, though i only wished it were over the moment it began.

there were times where he was pushing himself inside me, to which i felt the searing, ripping pain from not having done any foreplay or feeling any arousal. i would cry out in agony for him to stop. one time he just simply refused to pull out of me. instead he looked into my eyes as i cried, horrified of what i was experiencing. it was as if i wasn’t even there, and all he could even think about was finishing.

i remember relapsing into self harm during the period following this instance.

i was able to stand up for myself in small periods when we were broken up or breaking up. unfortunately at this time he still was able to manipulate me into thinking that he could & would change for my health and well-being, but of course he didn’t.

moving into 2020, i was feeling claustrophobic as he had demanded that all of our time be spent with one another. i barely saw friends and i didn’t have much autonomy to just up and go somewhere, because if he wasn’t working i was expected to be available for his entertainment. oftentimes times he would tell me i couldn’t go be with my friends and he would ignore me for the entire night as i sat on his couch in his studio, waiting for him to finish working.

there were times where i had to take shrooms or drop acid for him or with him, just because he insisted it would be something good for me to relax. i didn’t feel comfortable or safe at any point on these drugs with him. he even attempted to have sex with me while i was tripping.

throughout our relationship my constant discomfort he brought me led me to believe that i was not exploring the part of me that thought i could have a loving relationship with a non-man. i had felt this way for a very long time and i made it very clear that i was not interested in only men. as these cases of assault and disrespect increased, my desire to see if there were better experiences out there also increased.

i had a multiple hour long conversation with this man to hear him tell me “it’s okay that you’re gay, i still love you and we can still be together”. he proceeded to ignore this conversation for over a year.

when i brought this conversation back up to him, he became emotionally volatile with me very quickly at the thought of me trying to explore other options. there was so much of me asking him if it would be easier if we just broke up, to which he would always respond with a full blown meltdown where i was left to pick up his pieces. at no point did i feel safe in trying to verbalise what i wanted or needed.

march of 2021, i attempted to break up with Lucas Morelli to explore my sexuality and to finally allow myself the autonomy to live my life.

while i broke up with him, i was becoming sick with stomach issues from stress. so while i attempted to tell him reasons i could no longer be with him, i began to vomit and became incredibly weak. he took this vulnerability as a way for him to sneak back in. he stayed the night and the next morning when i woke up, he told me “i didn’t think you were actually serious”.

as the days went on in march, he promised me i could have freedom as long as i told him exactly what i was doing and planning on doing with other women. every time i gave even a bit of information, he would ask for more, along the lines of “what exactly would you be doing?” and proceeding to sexualise me and my desire to be with a woman. his understanding of me wishing to explore sex with a woman insinuated that he would have an opportunity to have sex with me. he began sexualising me relentlessly, again attempting to break boundaries multiple times.

the last and final straw of his assault was when i was feeling ill and he told me he would run a bath for us, insisting i needed to relax and just be with him. as i sat in the bath with him, i fell asleep on his chest. i was asleep only for a few minutes until i felt hands grabbing my breasts and touching my nipples, clearly trying to arouse some kind of sexual response. i jumped up out of the bath and i asked “why did you do that?!” to which he had no response. i told him i was asleep, and he pretended as if he was unaware.

i broke up with him for the third and final time that night. he refused to leave my house for three whole days, sleeping in my bed and calling out of his job at Powerstation Studios in order to make sure he didn’t leave, because he knew he would never be allowed back again.

i have never received an apology from this man at any point. he claims to have no contact with me, however he’s been unblocked on imessage for well over a year since we had broken up. he had every opportunity to reach out non-publicly but he chose not to.

this is being done out of pure necessity for my safety and mental health. if i had any other ill intentions, if i were genuinely just being malicious, this would’ve been done back in 2021 when we broke up for the final time.

i’ve had to process what has happened to me repeatedly, as it isn’t something that i was even aware was happening as i was going through it. i had no one to talk to and no safe space to go, and now that i have support and safety i can freely understand my experiences and feel safe to voice them.

Lucas Morelli has chosen to ignore everything, refusing to acknowledge what he did and refusing to acknowledge he was even called out in the first place. his spineless behavior proves his guilt and only further raises the question, why wouldn’t he speak up if he was innocent?

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Alexandra Micu by Alessandro and Luca Morelli for Vogue Mexico

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Brazilian surnames — part ii

List of surnames to inspire your Brazilian characters. These surnames are common in Brazil and have Italian heritage, stemming from ancestry and immigration (source one and two).

More names!

Barbieri

Basso

Bianchi

Bruno

Bueno

Caruso

Casagrande

Colombo

Conti

Costa

De Luca

Esposito / Espozito

Ferrara / Ferrari

Fontana / Fontaine

Gallo

Giordiano / Giordano

Greco

Lombardi

Mancini

Mariani

Marino

Martinelli / Martini

Mello / Melo

Morelli

Moreti / Moretti

Richi

Rinaldi

Rizzi

Romano

Rossi

Russo

Sartor / Sartori / Sartore / Sartoro

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New Cover Alert ⚠️

Paris Hilton for FLAUNT Magazine Issue 192

📷: Shot by the Morelli Brothers and styled by Luca Falcioni

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Figurative Realist painter Luca Morelli (Italian, born 1968)

Nude, oil on canvas

More in this post https://t.me/erogalery/18132?single

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2022 in books - 33 books read.

January

Rhyannon Byrd, L'empreinte du loup ⭐⭐

Rhyannon Byrd, L'appel de la nuit ⭐⭐⭐

February

March

Melanie Milburne, Fiançailles au Chatsfield ⭐

Lucy Monroe, Scandaleuse nuit d'amour ⭐

Michelle Conder, Un jeu si dangereux ⭐⭐⭐

Michelle Conder, Vengeance dans la chambre 426

Chantelle Shaw, Le secret du milliardaire ⭐⭐⭐

Trish Morey, La tentation d'une héritière ⭐⭐

April

Abby Green, Rivaux et amants ⭐⭐⭐

Sophie Pembroke, Séduction dans la chambre 153

Annie West, Un si troublant époux ⭐⭐⭐

Lynn Raye Harris, Entre amour et soupçon ⭐⭐

Dani Collins, Le secret de la chambre 823

May

Abby Green, Sombres Désirs ⭐⭐

June

Joss Wood, Un coeur à conquérir ⭐⭐

Carol Marinelli, Fascinée par un milliardaire ⭐⭐

July

Jennie Lucas, Le bébé d'une innocente ⭐⭐

Carol Marinelli, Le prix de l'interdit ⭐⭐⭐

Carol Marinelli, Une seule nuit avec toi ⭐⭐⭐

Carol Marinelli, La brûlure d'un souvenir ⭐⭐⭐

Elizabeth Aston, L'autre Mrs Darcy ⭐⭐⭐

August

Sharon Kendrick, Le défi du prince ⭐

September

Marilyn Pappano, Accusée par erreur ⭐⭐⭐

Janice Maynard, La belle de Wolff Mountain ⭐⭐⭐

Maureen Child, L'honneur des Lassiter ⭐

October

Sylvia Da Luz, L'héritière des Abysses ⭐⭐

Janice Maynard, Un hôte si fascinant ⭐⭐⭐

Janice Maynard, L'enfant de Wolff Mountain ⭐⭐

November

December

Angéla Morelli, Embrasse-moi sous la neige ⭐⭐

Alix Martin, Secret Santa ⭐⭐

Penelope Ward, The Aristocrat ⭐⭐

Catherine George, Un Noël à Ridgeway ⭐⭐

Karina Bliss, Le plus beau des Noëls ⭐⭐

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Come realizzato per le Olimpiadi, arriva anche il riassuntone delle Paralimpiadi di Parigi, con tutte le medaglie conquistate dalle atlete e dagli atleti italiani... e senza prefissi "para" o classificazioni: sono sportivi, e soltanto dopo "disabili"!

Cominciamo anche stavolta con le "menzioni speciali", i quarti classificati:

4️⃣ Alessia Berra (100m rana)

4️⃣ Matteo Bonacina (arco compound a squadre)

4️⃣ Vincenzo Boni (50m dorso)

4️⃣ Claudia Cretti (inseguimento individuale 3km)

4️⃣ Federico Cristiani (100m stile)

4️⃣ Arjola Dedaj (salto in lungo)

4️⃣ Ndiaga Dieng (atletica 1500m)

4️⃣ Giorgio Farroni (triciclo cronometro individuale)

4️⃣ Emanuele Lambertini (fioretto a squadre maschile)

4️⃣ Michele Massa (fioretto a squadre maschile)

4️⃣ Domiziana Mecenate (50m dorso)

4️⃣4️⃣ Riccardo Menciotti (100m dorso, 200m misti)

4️⃣ Federico Morlacchi (100m farfalla)

4️⃣ Gianmarco Paolucci (fioretto a squadre maschile)

4️⃣ Eleonora Sarti (arco compound a squadre)

4️⃣ Arianna Talamona (100m rana)

E adesso, come da protocollo, tutte le medaglie (e altri quarti posti...) conquistate dagli azzurri:

🥇🥇🥉 Alberto Amodeo (400m stile, 100m farfalla, 100m stile)

🥇🥇🥇🥈 Simone Barlaam (50m stile, 100m farfalla, 4x100m stile, 400m stile)

🥉 Lorenzo Bernard (inseguimento individuale 4km)

🥈🥉 Francesco Bettella (50m dorso, 100m dorso)

🥈4️⃣ Matteo Betti (fioretto individuale, fioretto a squadre maschile)

🥉 Vittoria Bianco (400m stile)

🥇🥉 Federico Bicelli (400m stile, 100m dorso)

🥇4️⃣ Francesco Bocciardo (200m stile, 100m stile)

🥇🥉🥉4️⃣ Monica Boggioni (50m rana, 100m stile, 200m stile, 200m misti)

🥉 Manuel Mateo Bortuzzo (100m rana)

🥉 Antonino Bossolo (taekwondo -63kg)

🥇🥈 Martina Caironi (atletica 100m, salto in lungo)

🥉 Monica Graziana Contrafatto (atletica 100m)

🥇 Fabrizio Cornegliani (handbike cronometro individuale)

🥉 Daila Dameno (tiro con l'arco squadre miste)

🥉 Federico Falco (tennistavolo)

🥇🥈 Antonio Fantin (100m stile, 400m stile)

🥉 Davide Franceschetti (pistola 50m)

🥇 Rigivan Ganeshamoorty (lancio del disco)

🥇 Giulia Ghiretti (100m rana)

🥇🥇🥈🥉🥉 Carlotta Gilli (100m farfalla, 200m misti, 400m stile, 50m stile, 100m dorso)

🥉 Edoardo Giordan (sciabola individuale)

🥇🥈 Assunta Legnante (getto del peso, lancio del disco)

🥈 Maxcel Amo Manu (atletica 100m)

🥈🥈🥉 Luca Mazzone (handbike cronometro individuale, staffetta handbike, handbike su strada)

🥈 Federico Mestroni (staffetta handbike)

🥇🥉 Elisabetta Mijno (arco ricurvo a squadre miste, arco ricurvo individuale)

🥉 Ionela Andreea Mogos (fioretto a squadre femminile)

🥈 Efrem Morelli (50m rana)

🥈🥉 Sara Morganti (equitazione freestyle, equitazione)

🥇🥉 Xenia Francesca Palazzo (4x100m stile, 400m stile)

🥇 Matteo Parenzan (tennistavolo)

🥉 Rossana Pasquino (fioretto a squadre femminile)

🥈🥉 Martino Pini (staffetta handbike, handbike cronometro individuale)

🥈 Veronica Yoko Plebani (triathlon)

🥈4️⃣ Francesca Porcellato (staffetta handbike, handbike su strada)

🥉4️⃣ Angela Procida (100m dorso, 50m dorso)

🥉 Carlotta Ragazzini (tennistavolo)

🥇🥇🥇🥇🥇🥈4️⃣ Stefano Raimondi (100m rana, 100m stile, 100m farfalla, 200m misti, 4x100m stile, 100m dorso, 50m stile)

🥇 Giada Rossi (tennistavolo)

🥉4️⃣ Alessia Scortechini (100m stile, 50m stile)

🥇 Oney Tapia (lancio del disco)

🥈 Francesca Tarantello (triathlon)

🥉 Donato Telesca (sollevamento pesi -72kg)

🥇🥉🥉🥉 Giulia Terzi (4x100m stile, 50m farfalla, 100m stile, 400m stile)

🥈🥉 Mirko Testa (staffetta handbike, handbike su strada)

🥉4️⃣ Paolo Tonon (tiro con l'arco squadre miste, tiro con l'arco individuale)

🥇 Stefano Travisani (arco ricurvo a squadre miste)

🥉 Loredana Trigilia (fioretto a squadre femminile)

🥉🥉 Beatrice Vio Grandis (fioretto individuale, fioretto a squadre femminile)

🥉 Ana Maria Vitelaru (handbike su strada)

Anche di loro, di tutti loro, vi ricorderete a lungo... O state ancora imprecando per le penose telecronache di un penoso altro sport?

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Frank and Maria Grazia are acquaintances of Aiden when she is an adult (in 2012)

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Ekaterina Shelehova / Luca Morelli - Vlad the Vamp (Original Soundtrack)

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Moving Day

Book: Immortal Desires

Pairing: m!Cas x m!Gabe x nb!MC (Luca O'Rinn)

Ratings/Warnings: Mature - swearing, brief mentions of/references to: biphobia, domestic violence, and homelessness

Words: 1.5K

Summary: As Gabriel and Luca help Cas pack up his apartment in preparation to move out, Cas reflects on the person he became there, the people he loves, and how he feels about his identity as a bisexual man.

A/N: So, I've been far too sick to write much at all lately, so I didn't think I'd get a chance to write something specifically for Bisexual Awareness Week. But as things turned out, the next installment of "Snow in Crimson, Starlight in Gold" has a Cas POV scene where he is reflecting on what it means to him to be bisexual and how grateful he is to have Gabe and Luca in his life. So I thought I'd share this excerpt here as a standalone fic! (It can be read as such without needing to read the full longfic, or the full Chapter 36) 💜

Happy Bisexual Awareness Week lovelies! 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

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Cas had always hated rain.

Before, when he was still a kid, it’d mean his father had withdrawn to the house, shooed inside by the weather. The drizzle clung to him, an extra layer of irritability slicked on top of an already volatile man. Like a mist of motor oil and gunpowder.

Later, it had meant nights with little sleep, hunched in doorways, or park benches, or, when he was lucky, the cramped space between the men’s shoe store and the thrift shop on 48th. It meant waking with wet shoes and fever sinking into his underfed bones.

Now? Gabriel and Luca warming his apartment with their light and laughter? The rain outside was almost comforting. Homely.

He’d never really thought of himself as being particularly attached to his apartment, but seeing it as it was now, plucked apart around him and gently dismantled by loving hands, Cas saw the echoes of himself spelled out over the years.

The broken, old skateboard he’d bought second-hand when he’d first started going to Crimson Beech High. He'd nearly run Margo over doing kick-flips in the parking lot. She’d shoved him off and snapped it clean in two without ever breaking eye contact, and right then, Cas had known they’d become great friends.

The box of illegal fireworks he’d bought with Rory that one 4th of July weekend. The prick had chased him with a Roman candle, shooting shell after crackling shell of brightly coloured explosion at his ass, cackling like a maniac all the while. Cas had ducked and weaved and laughed his ass off, the vampirism freshly-settled in his cells giving him speed enough to avoid each searing, galaxy burst. The lights had danced against the water over Montworth Bridge; Cas watched on through eyes of silver, knowing he had never seen fireworks even half as beautiful before.

There was a compact of metallic eyeshadow —the first he’d ever bought— far from striking range of his father’s fists and curious about his hitherto quiet and unexplored bisexuality. Nicole Morelli, of all fucking people, had lounged with him in one of the Nexus common rooms and taught him to do a flawless cut-crease.

Cas’s venture into living in an apartment of his own, a place he could fill with stuff of his own, it was an open floor to find out more about himself. Sure, he’d lived in the Nexus in the years immediately after his turning, and he’d gone to ground for a while to let his old self truly die, but he hadn’t ceased to be a Venandi in all the time he’d slept.

The Venandi weekly stipend kept on rolling in. Astoria might be a hard ass at times, but she took damn good care of her kids. Even though he was still leery of relying too heavily on it —old habits die hard and all that— Cas had woken from his years-long slumber to find himself in possession of a damn healthy savings account.

So, he’d done what any young man thrust into sudden means would do, and bought a truly shitty car and paid his first months’ rent for his very own apartment.

Hair band posters. Glam rock and punk on blast. Hot pink eyeliner and fresh piercings that healed as he watched and his first pair of Docs with chains that rattled around his ankles with every swaggering step. Buckles, straps, hardware on every last scrap of clothing he could thrift. Patches and badges and eclectic pieces of fashion like that denim jacket New Kid had creamed their pants over. There was a time before Cas settled on his current aesthetic where his outfits all but screamed his sexuality with a stolen megaphone.

Once, he’d wondered what his old man would say if he could have seen him. He’d promptly decided he didn’t give a shit.

It didn’t matter that his old man didn’t get it. He hated Cas enough already, what did it matter if his son wasn’t straight on top of everything else? Honestly, Cas thought his father would have had less disdain if he’d just come out as gay instead of bi. It seemed to have pissed him off more that his kid was “halfway normal”.

As if Cas had had a girlfriend when he was fourteen, but when they broke up, he just up and decided he liked guys as well.

“Just because”.

Like he’d had a chance to be a “real man”, but he’d up and ruined it by liking guys, too. Because he wanted to act out, be a freak, piss off his old man on purpose.

Cas threw a shirt into a duffel bag with a snarl. Honestly, if his sexuality had been a choice, Cas would have chosen to be bi anyway, for that exact reason. Fucking prick.

He’d gone to Pride for the first time with Val one year, their cheekbones smeared with bi flag glitter, the bomber jacket he wore splattered with vibrant pinks and purples and blues. In the negative space on the back, it bore a giant middle finger.

That was how Cas felt about his bisexuality, sometimes.

He wore it loud, he wore it unapologetic… he wore it shirtless beneath his jacket, save for a harness biting tight across his pecs, and damn but it looked good on him.

He’d hooked up with a guy for the first time, that night. A mutual friend of Val and Remus on coven exchange from Morocco, who he’d gotten to know over shots and several hours grinding at some oversaturated neon club he’d long since forgotten the name of.

Cas swore he was still getting glitter out of his pubes a full year later.

…Totally worth it, though.

Eventually he pulled back from the sheer amount of colour in his wardrobe — it was easier to thrift edgier, streetwear fits in monochrome palettes, and besides, dyeing his hair scratched that particular itch. Now, if he wanted to to wear his sexuality so loud the homophobes choked, he had two fucking flawless boyfriends he could make out with in the middle of the street downtown.

‘What’s got you smirking?’ Luca asked, aiming a kick at his shins as he wandered past to grab the packing tape.

‘Oh, you know.’ Cas shrugged, batting him back with a feral grin. Luca squared up, laughing, bouncing on the balls of his feet. ‘Just thinking about sticking my tongue down your throat.’

‘Do it, coward.’

Luca launched a jab at Cas’s stomach. Cas let it connect, mostly because the butterfly-soft punches Luca threw when they didn’t have vampire blood in their system made him laugh, they were so fucking light. Cas juked to the left, grabbing Luca by the shoulder to tug them into a grapple, the line of their spine warm and fluid against his chest.

‘Keep talking shit and I might!’ Leaning down, Cas grazed his teeth along Luca's neck, nipping sharply, before he pulled them into a kiss.

He loved feeling his boyfriends smile when he kissed them, Cas thought, a satisfied growl warming the back of his throat. It made him want to burn down the world, just to keep them warm.

Cas’s apartment had been a place for him to just be, to become. Choi Taeyong was shoved aside and buried, surfacing only when the nightmares clutched him by the throat and he woke in a cold sweat, thrashing and tangled in his sheets as phantom, uncaring hands wrote the echo of bruises into his skin.

It hadn’t necessarily been a place of healing, Cas supposed, hauling a stack of towels from the storage closet to pad around a framed wall print of a Harley Davidson Gabriel was taking down from the wall. But it had been a place of refuge for him to get to know himself as an adult, with all his scars. Every facet of his identity. A place to find a version of himself he liked.

Gabriel groaned as he eyed the next art piece on the wall. He tugged it down, turning it over in his hands so Cas could read the words on the front of the warped metal.

“Evidence Locker”.

‘Tell me you didn’t steal this from the Sheriff’s Office,’ Gabriel said.

Cas grinned. ‘Alright. “I didn’t steal that from the Sheriff’s Office”.’

‘You’re supposed to tell the truth, not just regurgitate what I say!’

Cas dodged the sign as Gabriel lobbed it at him in exasperation, reaching for him and pulling him into a hug, just because he could.

‘Don’t think you can charm your way out of this,’ Gabriel chided, winding his arms around his waist.

‘I always do,’ Cas said, and bent his head to kiss him. Laughter, sunny and gold, burst against his lips.

Gabriel hummed happily. ‘What was that for?’ he asked. His tone might have been accusing, but Gabriel couldn't keep the smile from his face.

‘Mmm, advance payment for vacuuming later,’ Cas teased, and meant “because I love you”.

‘Menace.’ Chuckling, Gabriel tossed the sign into the trash pile.

Healing would come, Cas knew. And with Gabriel and Luca in his life, especially? He didn’t stand a chance of keeping the fractures in his soul locked up in the dark. Those two motherfuckers poured goodness into everything they touched, made them shine with love.

He’d be no different.