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Hello. Can I ask for fluff on Supernatural? Lucifer and Gabriel start a comic argument on the topic "Who is the most beloved brother of Y/n?" (Y/n is the archangel). They are sure that it is one of them, so they do not consider other candidates. When they finally ask Y/n herself about this, she, after general phrases like "I love you all", etc., answers by hugging the eldest archangel and smiling that it is Michael. Please.

Title: FAVOURITE BROTHER

Word count: 705 words.

Pairing/Characters: archangel!Reader, Lucifer, Gabriel, Michael.

Warnings: none, fluffish and funny.

"Well, clearly I'm her favourite. I'm the funny one, the quirky one, the one with good tricks!"

"Oh please Gabriel, I thaught you all those basic tricks. And also, funny? You? Debatable. Me on the other hand, I'm hilarious and I'm the most loving brother so there's no way she would choose you over me."

"Ah! Now that's a good one, you were right, you ARE hilarious Luci. But come on now, let's be serious, she loves me more."

"Must feel bad being in such denial-"

"What is going on here?"

The two archangels didn't even notice their sister, the subject of their bickering, had approached them while they were distracted arguing. They're faces lit up at the sight of her angelic form, smiles immediately adorning their features. Gabriel was the first to talk with a much calmer and sweeter tone than before

"Oh dear sister, you're here! We were just talking about you maybe you could finally settle this for us-"

"As if this even needs settling. There's no doubt to be settled!"

Lucifer interrupted his brother, his voice light and playful masking his real emotion to their sister, but the angry undertones did non go unnoticed to Gabriel.

"What? Are you scared to know the truth Luci?"

"No, I just happen to already know it and the fact that you have to ask her just proves that, you on the other hand are not so sure."

"Will you two quit with the arguing please? It hurts me to see you so tormented, I'll do whatever I can to solve the situation."

Her voice resonated over theirs and once again the two brothers were mesmerized by their sister, such a pure and loving creature. After a few moments were neither of her brothers said anything she broke the silence.

"Well?"

Lucifer cleared his troath and finally admitted.

"We were arguing about which brother you loved the most, me or him."

She stood there dumbfounded, her gaze moving between the other two archangels. They started to worry when the moment of silence became longer and longer, terrified at the idea that she might be offended but then a giggle erupted from her. The giggle soon became a loud laugh and they looked at each other confused. When she finally managed to catch her breath she spoke.

"Oh you're so silly! Obviously I love you both in the same way! As I love all my brothers."

"But you have to have a favourite one, am I right?"

"Gabriel I don't do preferences, you're all equally special to me. I care for every single one of you deeply and I'd gladly give everything up for you."

The two brothers looked at her mildly shocked.

"Not even a little tiny preference?"

"No, Lucifer."

"What if you had to choose to save only one?"

"I wouldn't be able to make that choice Gabriel."

"Even if we all die if don't make that choice?"

"Well, that's putting it tragically now, isn't it? But I guess... no, I could never choose just one of you. All or nothing."

Gabriel and Lucifer were left silent, still trying to digest her response to the question they were so sure they knew the answer to. Gabriel, finally coming to term with the facts, spoke up.

"Uh... I guess you really don't do favourites."

"Well, I'm glad I made myself clear on that pa-"

The brothers looked at their sister when she stopped talking and saw her eyes wandering behind them, but before they could turn around she called out with a huge smile on her face.

"Michael! You're back!"

She ran towards their older brother and wrapped her hands around him tightly. Michael was quick to hug her back, kissing her head.

"I missed you so much big brother!"

"I missed you too little sister."

"Please please tell me everything that happened during your mission! I wanna know all the details."

"I have to go see Father, but then I'll gladly entertain you little one."

"I'll come with!"

Michael and Lucifer watched the interaction with their mouths hanging open. As their siblings walked away hand in hand they looked back at each other and with the most shocked voices they yelled.

"SHE PREFERS MICHAEL???"

Authors Note: I really hope you liked it! I haven't written anything in such a long time but I really liked your request and words came naturally! I had so much fun, thank you for the request :)

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I'm so sorry for the looooooong period without posting anything, I really needed it. I just wanted to say I'll start posting again soon!

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The Greasi.

THIS IS A PART 3: PART 1; PART 2;

Summary:You are overwhelmed by all that is happened but finally decide to see what was  left in the woods… and what you find is not what you first expected.

Words count: 1653 words.

Pairing/Characters: Reader x Unknown, Carl, Negan (mentioned), Simon (mentioned), Dwight (mentioned), Daryl (mentioned).

Warnings: self hatred, angst, lack of coomon sense, little bit of language.

I’m sorry this took longer that I expected but I was really busy… Hope you enjoy! The story just started, things will get REALLY intresting in the next part :D 

“I’m sorry this had to happen… I left something for you in the woods outside Alexandria.”

It said.

I walked nervously back and forth in my small bedroom. My hands found their way through my hair on their own accord, all I was capable of thinking was how much I screwed everything up. One long day passed since I decided to live forever hidden in there and soon enough realised how stupid that was… but still, I didn’t want to confront anyone. My dad didn’t even try to interact with me and I don’t blame him… I knew how big of a disgusting disappointment I was. And then there was the message on my diary, tormenting me with doubts.

The first thought was that someone wanted to humiliate me even more or punish me for being so revolting, and all of the “I’m sorry” part was just a set-up to make it believable, to make me fall in the trap. But maybe I deserved that. As my eyes found the diary opened at that page on my desk, a new realisation ran through me, it didn’t matter in the least what was waiting for me, I had nothing to lose. I starred at the simple grey lines on the white paper, not moving the slightest while my mind flew and twirled and I had to admit that under all those intricate options there was still the chance that someone might just want to ease my heart a little… Obviously, being human I could feel the hungry curiosity devouring me, the fact that I ignored it was nothing but the threatening logic making me. But those threatens seemed of no value in my situation, and so I decided.

I took the little piece of glass I kept under my bed, it’s been my only personal protection since the Saviors stole my hunting knife… it was just a sharp piece of a broken window, 20 cm long more or less, the only thing that I did to It was wrapping a rag around less than half of it to create a grip. As I weighed it in my hand I made my way to the door and without saying anything I got out of the house from the back door. I was going to see what was in the woods. As far as I knew no one meandered in the woods and all the researches for supplies lasted days and were far away from Alexandria, so no one should catch me. With my head low, I walked in a fast pace following the wall, I needed to get to the back of Alexandria there’s a spot where no one will see if I climb over the metal barrier. I was almost there when a voice suddenly stopped me.

“Hey!”

I felt the blood in my veins turn into ice, guilt immediately weighted over my heart like I was found committing a crime. I turned my head and saw Carl standing there, looking at me like a mirage.

“Hey…”

My voice sounded so weak, I feared his words.

“I-I thought you would never get out of your room. You’ve been locked there for three days.”

I was sincerely confused, tilting my head to one side.

“What are you talking about? I stayed there for one day.”

I frowned and I could see some sort of concern spread all over his features.

“No… it’s been three days since Negan visit…”

My eyes widened… How? Did I sleep that much?? Was I so screwed up? My voice trembled as I started taking small steps backwards, getting slowly away from the boy

“I n-need to go…”

“Wait! Are you ok? Do you need anything? I… I want to help…”

I shook my head moving faster.

“No, just- just leave me alone… but… thank you Carl, thank you.”

I turned the other way immediately and never looked back at him. Only when I reached my way out I actually looked around to make sure no one was there, as fast as I could I climbed and then jumped on the other side. I took a deep breath, still taking in the new shocking information, I felt like I had no control over my body and that was the only thing I felt in control of during those days. The trees a few meters from me seemed higher than I remembered them to be, a strange force attracting me towards them. The sun was shining in the sky and the grass still had some dew covering it, walking calmly made me feel in a fairy-tale, no one to be seen, only the bird’s singing to be heard. It was almost like it was before the apocalypse, or at least for what I remembered… so many years passed. Searching for anything out of the ordinary, my instinct told me to go ahead without fear. I moved towards the woods near the front of the survivors’ city, thinking that probably I’d find what I was searching for there, and I was right. I was pretty close to the gates when something caught my eye, an arrow was engraved in a tree trunk pointing down to the ground. I kneeled in the dirt and removed the thin layer of terrain that I soon discovered was covering something. A piece o paper folded up was the first thing that I got in my hands.

I opened it slowly, noticing only in that moment that it was a page ripped from my diary, no wonder I didn’t perceived its absence before with the way I treated the personal journal.

“Go there, you won’t regret it I promise. I go there too when I need to switch off.”

The calligraphy was 100% the one on my diary… I took the remaining object from the ground and opened it without hesitations. It was a map, it showed the positions of Alexandria, Hilltop… the name of another place was scribbled all over… everything popped at the eye for being marked in red. I was confused but then I noticed a little circle made with a pencil in the middle of the map, it was pretty far away from everything. I was surprised everything went actually fine till that point, maybe it really wasn’t a trap…

“What the hell… if I’m going to do this, might as well do it all the way through.”

I said quietly to myself, and with the map in my hands I started walking towards the spot.

Everything was quiet for a long time, not many walkers that couldn’t be avoided, I was left me alone with my thoughts. I didn’t want to think about what happened again and neither I wanted to overthink my current actions so I focused on one mystery that still floated in my mind… Who wrote that? Who left the map there for me? Who was sorry for what happened to me? Not knowing was destroying me because I couldn’t even guess it…

Negan? It simply couldn’t be after all that. I won’t believe for one second him being sorry for me. I hated that the attraction towards the man still rumbled deep down.

Simon? Why even? He was Negan’s right hand, I don’t see the point in him being sorry or any sort of kind towards me.

Dwight? The exact same thing… why was I taking them into my options I didn’t understand myself. They didn’t know me, they clearly didn’t care for me, they wouldn’t be “sorry”.

Daryl? I was pretty sure the man found me beyond revolting now. We were not close friends even though I tried to be friendlier with him in the past.

Carl? We were friends sure, but the way he was looking at me before… he thought of me like a wounded animal… he has just pity for me and he already said sorry personally, it wouldn’t make any sense for him to be the one, it would be so obvious. Also, Carl wouldn’t send me to a place so far away from Alexandria.

It was past midday when I arrived near the highlighted location, I could feel my heartbeat speed up with every step I took, some houses were in sight but that was not where I was supposed to go. I brought the map closer to my face, trying to figure out which was the right building, a little shop seemed to be it.

My eyes roamed the area and then found it, a little store on the side of the road. I got closer, a storm pervaded my mind overwhelming it with so many thoughts that I wasn’t able to actually formulate a clear one, my heart stomped so loudly in my ears that a horde of walkers could have been right behind me and I wouldn’t heart it. The sign above the door-frame was completely ruined, what still was legible was

“T— Gre– -asi-”

I made the random letters role on my tongue, unconsciously trying to figure out a name.

“T-Gre-asi, Tgreasi… the Greasi…”

It was a nice looking little shop with red walls and big once-white windows. Time was not gentle with it, but it was strangely beautiful in its crumbling look, a lot of plants were growing around and all over it, it wasn’t hard to identify it as an ex-florist or something like that. A couple walkers were already dead outside, well… actually dead, but still I entered cautiously, holding my piece of glass in hand. The first shelves that came into view were spoiled of everything but the photos of various flowers and plants confirmed my guessing. Nothing special was there… or so I thought.

Slowly I got to the back of the store and that’s when I saw it… My mouth as wide open as my eyes, my breath caught in my throat and it seemed like time froze at the sight.

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PLEAAAAAASEEEE update Today I Saw Negan!!!!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

I know it's taking me some time, but I'm ill and I've been really busy lately! I promise it will be updated soon! (Maybe tomorrow if not even today)

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Your “today I saw negan” series (I hope it’s going to be a series) is so good! I can’t wait to read more parts and find out what he left her!! 💜💙

Thank you so muuuuuch💕 (yep, it’s officially a series)

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Is there is will there be a part 2 to mirra it's amazing!

Hey! Thank you so much! It warms my heart to see someone appreciating italian litterature, it’s my culture and I’m super attached to it, so thank you! I’m sorry, but unfortunately there probably won’t be a part 2. There will definately be more litterature-inspired posts and also more John Winchester-related writings. :)

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Lulled by desperation.

PART 2 OF: TODAY I SAW NEGAN. 

PART 3.

Summary: Negan humiliates you in front of Alexandria, you are completely broke by all of it... a damn diary destroyed your life... did it?

Words count: 1151 words.

Pairings/Characters: Reader, Negan, Simon, Dwight, Rick, Daryl(mentioned), Carl, citizens of Alexandria. Unknown x reader.

Warnings: language, pubblic humiliation, self hatred, wrath, angst, Negan (he is a warning).

So, a sequel of “Today I saw Negan” was requested and I got this idea. Lord, I think this could actually turn out to be a little series.

Negan read out loud for all Alexandria to hear.

I felt the tears wetting my cheeks as I stood there in silence. I didn’t dare to look anyone in the eyes, too ashamed and humiliated… the feeling of their judging and disgusted gazes was crushing me. I was a worm, crawling in the mud of my own revolting being. Negan’s rumbling laughter was the only thing that could be heard, never in my life I remember so many people together dead silent. I kept starring at my hands, I was trembling so much I was sure it was beyond noticeable from afar too. One heavy hand was placed on my right shoulder and I tensed up even more, gasping slightly in surprise.

“Oh, it’s been ages since I laughed so damn hard!”

The Saviors’ leader’s voice felt like someone twisting the knife with which he just stabbed me… now more effective on me due to his knew proximity. Humiliation. Devouring, unbearable and bastard humiliation.

“Look at me girl.”

His voice was suddenly quiet, but still clear to everyone’s ears in the stillness of that late afternoon. I couldn’t… I wasn’t physically able to bring myself to look at him, I felt like my whole body just froze.

“I said fucking look at me, and I won’t repeat a third time.”

He wasn’t asking, he was imposing… ordering. The same attitude that I found so attractive, the same demanding tone that I blabbed so much in those filthy pages, now just making me feel like I was less than that worm in the mud, less than nothing. As more silent tears rolled down my features, I forced myself to lift my head, meeting his hard illegible gaze. He seemed to take a moment to analyse me, making me feel awkwardly uncomfortable. His typical grin appeared once again.

“Simon!”

My eyes moved to look at the other savior as he straightened up a little at the call of his name, taking a sharp breath he moved forward, reaching Negan’s side.

“Take this.”

The leader handed the old diary over to his second in command. I watched powerlessly as the other man took it, returning to his previous position.

“You do realize this is all your fucking fault, right?”

My eyes meet Negan’s as I listened to his words, too shocked by the situation to actually show any other emotion besides despair.

“I mean, and this lesson should be for everybody, you don’t get to sneak on me so easily. Thought I wouldn’t notice? Hell, you should know better! And actually, you should be thanking me! I caught you while I was having quite a private conversation with Rick, over there. I could have guessed for the worst and killed you, but I didn’t! Yeah, you should really fucking thank me.”

I was speechless and after a few seconds, when I felt like I could actually talk without sobbing miserably, I said in faint voice “Thank you…”. He leaned towards me with a hand cupping behind his ear, obviously meaning for me to say it louder. I took a deep breath, talking louder, almost screaming from all the stress that overwhelmed me

“Thank you!”

“There we go!”

Finally Negan left my side and took a few steps forward, taking Lucille from Rick’s hands and starting to swirl it around. Shortly after, while I returned my eyes to the ground, I heard him speak

“That’s about it for today, gotta get home, you know? Hope you all learned the fucking lesson.”

He laughed with a deep voice, I heard his footsteps coming in my direction once again, stopping just next to me he whispered in my ear

“Leaving you here… ooh, you’ll see how many friends will be there for you after this little confession. Well, kinda confession.”

He passed over me and the jeeps rumble filled the air. I fell to my knees, not able to bear anything anymore. Someone patted on my shoulder but I didn’t look up

“This is yours.”

The little spoiled diary dropped right in front of me, and that was the moment I looked up to see it was Dwight who brought it back. Without any other words, he left. I watched in pure anger the book and I stayed there… waiting… maybe for the humiliation to be washed off my body or maybe just for everyone else to leave. Several minutes passed and then, completely taken by wrath, I thrown the diary somewhere and ran away. I went to the only place I could think of, my home. I definitely didn’t want to meet Dad so I got in from the back door, going straight up the stairs to my room. The tears just wouldn’t stop coming and I laid on the bed, the only thing I was capable of thinking was how those eyes felt, the eyes of the others citizens of Alexandria… most of them were like an extended family, knowing how all that will ever be in their eyes while looking at me from now on is repugnance was killing me. I ended up falling asleep on the mattress, lulled by desperation.

A strong knock came from my door, waking me suddenly from my light sleep… I stood still, hoping that they would just go away quickly.

“Hey… It’s Carl… mmh, Daryl found your diary on the street… I suppose I’ll just leave it here.”

Steady footsteps were resounding in the silent house after that, getting more and more distant. That damn diary seemed to persecute me… I laid there for a long time before rage guided my actions once again. Reaching the door with big heavy steps, I swung it open, looking at my feet were the book was placed. I grabbed and placed it on my desk, opening the first page and starting to tear apart everything. Hearing the sharp warm sound of the paper being ripped made me feel instantly better, leaving me wanting to do it again. Page after page, tear after tear… I came to the last one… the one Negan read. I poured out all my anger in that last extremely violent movement.

Taking one deep breath I tried to calm down, closing my eyes and embracing myself in my arms. I just wanted to turn back time and change everything… If I could only have such power, so many things would have been way easier… I slowly opened my eyelids, taking in the colours of the world once again. I frowned as I saw something odd. There was something written on the next page of the diary… I kept my little pencil inside the back’s cover, anyone could have used it... my mind immediately remembered all the people who had the diary in their hands… from Negan himself to Carl.

“I’m sorry this had to happen… I left something for you in the woods outside Alexandria.”

It said.

PART 3

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Mirra.

Summary: a sinful, incestuous love for John, your father. But you would never act on your passions, living an impossible life and finding confort in Mirra, a young princess that fell in love with her father… she’s the main character of “la Mirra”, one of Vittorio Alfieri’s tragedies. 

Words count: 1842 words.

Pairings/Characters: John Winchester x daughter!reader, Dean, Sam (mentionate).

Warnings: angst, self condamn, incestuous thoughts.

The English translations of the verses are mine. Hope you enjoy!

“Irato un Nume,

implacabile, ignoto, entro al mio petto

si alberga; e quindi, ogni mia forza è vana

contro alla forza sua…”

(An unstoppable and unknown irate god made his home inside my chest; so, my every opposition against his will is vain…)

I murmured under my breath as my eyes were uncapable of leaving John’s figure. He was repairing the Impala… he said something about a minor problem to the engine, “It won’t take long.” he said… but honestly, I didn’t care of how much it would take, as long as I could watch him work with his tight black shirt, sweating under the sun, it was beyond okay with me.

“Oh, Mirra, you have no idea how much I feel you.”

“Who?”    

I jumped in surprise at the words, turning my head and facing Dean. I smiled sweetly at him, trying my best to not look guilty.

“It’s nothing, just the main character of one of Vittorio Alfieri’s tragedies.”

He nodded looking at me like I was some sort of alien.

“Suuuure… I clearly know who that is.”

I chuckled at his silliness. He smiled down at me sitting on a rock, we were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. He decided to rest next to me, handling me a beer asking silently if I wanted to drink. I took the bottle without hesitations, very much needing to distract myself from the man in front of me.

“Is that the book you’ve been reading lately?”

The blonde asked,

“Yeah… well, I mean, it’s not a book… it’s more like a script for a theatrical play, actually it is a script… but it’s also a poem. I’ve read it plenty of times and I love it.”

“God, you’re worse than Sam. Why do I have to have two total nerds for siblings?”

I rolled my eyes at him.

“Probably for the same reasons I have to have a douche as a brother.”

I stuck out my tongue and he busted out laughing. I took a sip from my bottle as he opened his mouth to speak, but was interrupted

“Dean! Com’here and help me.”

John called out, not even bothering to look up from his work. Without objections, my brother stood up and reached our father. Now there was nothing distracting me… with Sam at Stanford I happened to be left alone with my thoughts a bit too much, and it certainly wasn’t helping my situation. How sick was I for being hopelessly in love with my own father? Just like Mirra… I knew it was wrong, but how in the world was I supposed to stop? I watched his movements with attention taking a much need sip of my beer.

We finally reached a motel… the “minor problem” to the engine ended up taking a good 3 hours, I just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep. Dad paid a room for myself only, so I could do whatever I wanted undisturbed. The one I took that night was probably the longest shower of my life, the warm water relaxing my body and the steady pour down calmed my mind. As I got out I put on some comfortable clothes for the night and went straight to my bed. I was tired, but not enough to skip reading some verses of my dear Mirra.

It wasn’t long before I felt my eyes closing, putting the little book under my pillow like every night, I turned off the light and let myself drown in a sleep without dreams. Thankful that, at least, I was too exhausted to stay awake all night unlike Mirra, poor girl.

The next morning, I woke up at a strong knocking on my door.

“Hey sweetheart, get ready. We’ll go out for breakfast.”

Dad’s voice reached my ears and I hummed happily, not for the words he pronounced but just because it was his voice the first one I heard every morning. His deep and rough speaking embraced me, guiding me back to my everyday life. I dressed and prepared myself for the day, quickly catching up with Dean and John that were already in the hall of the motel.

John decided to eat breakfast in a café nearby, and since neither me or my brother had something against the idea that’s what we did. I took a cappuccino while dad and dean took black coffee.

“Isn’t that think nauseating with all the sugar you putted in it? I can almost see the diabetes floating in that cup.”

I gave Dean my best bitch face and I drunk the warm liquid happily. Dad was reading his journal but raised his gaze for a split second, looking at me sitting in front of him. I saw him struggling to remain serious and I was sincerely confused, I raised an eyebrow at him in a questioning look. With a simple movement of his finger over his lips he told me that I had probably something there, I became red as a tomato cleaning my face with a little napkin. Then he returned to his reading but this time with a small smile… I felt something warm rising in my chest at the view.

“Shame, those milkstache were perfect on you.”

“Shut up Dean!”

Dear Lord, I needed to gain some control over my emotions.

Mirra loved her father, she had a sexual passion towards him… but she was no fool, she knew how wrong it was and she knew that she could never say it to anyone. In the tragedy “la Mirra” no one tells us that she has such sinful thoughts, but you can deduce it during the play. She was suffering ‘cause her feelings were wrong, and when her mother told her she was going to marry the prince Pereo she knew she had to marry him… but she couldn’t. She said no to the marriage during the ceremony.

We completed the hunt, a vengeful spirit, pretty easy. Dean and I decided to go to a bar, drink and have fun. We already had several drinks and Dean was quick to find himself a good-looking girl, currently flirting with a pretty brunette not far from where we were sitting together. Being left alone I felt all the fuzzy joy leave me… I stared at the bottom of my empty bottle. A crushing feeling of guilt overwhelmed me in my solitude and I felt tears forming in the corners of my eyes. Everything that was wrong in my life seemed to push my heart in that instant.

“Hey, what is a pretty girl doing over here all alone?”

I looked up to see a young man with dark brown hair and what seemed like grey eyes, but I couldn’t tell with the illumination of the room.

“Listen, it’s not a good moment.”

He sat in front of me and I looked at him with sudden anger.

“Did you hear me? It’s not a good moment.”

“Yes, yes, I heard you, but you look so hurt I just wanted to know what’s wrong.”

I was surprised, glancing suspiciously at his expression.

Obviously I didn’t tell him my completely true story, but Richard, that man, listened to me. He was nice and attractive, before I knew it we were kissing passionately. His hands started exploring my body as he intensified the moment. But then it happened… John appeared in my thoughts and I had to break from the kiss. Richard looked confused like he did something wrong.

“Sorry.”

I rushed out of the bar and immediately walked back to the motel we were staying that night. I knew that the nice man probably wanted just to have fun for the night, but still he was willing to listen, I’ll give him credit for that. Somehow, I reached my room and collapsed on the bed.

The morning after I was woke up by someone touching my shoulder. I moaned in discomfort as I slowly opened my eyes to see John. My eyes widened and I tried to compose myself…

“’morning dad.”

I murmured, ashamed of my conditions.

“Not an easy night, hum sweetheart?”

Leaving my pathetic façade, I buried my head in my hands.

“Yeah…”

Mirra’s father, the king of Cyprus, Ciniro was the one to discover the daughter feelings… he understood them by how she would act around him. Blushing and trembling, the princess gave herself away.

I made my way to the bathroom and looked at me in the mirror, I gasped as I took in my appearance. I looked awful with my make-up completely messed up and my hairs more similar to a bush than anything else.

“I look awful.”

I mumbled quietly, but apparently loud enough to be heard in the other room.

“You look always beautiful.”

I blushed at that but I couldn’t tell if it was more for embarrassment or because I was utterly flattered.

“Thank you.”

I tried with all my strength to sound casual, but I was sure I failed. Giving myself a decent look again I stepped out of the bathroom, dad was reading his journal as always and I started packing my very few things. As I finished I noticed that one object was missing… la Mirra. I looked everywhere, under the pillows and the bed, inside closets and in the bathroom… I was about to ask dad when I noticed… he was not reading his journal, but that book.

I froze, the terrible sensation of having been caught killing me. I looked at him with pure terror in my eyes.

“Dad?”

When Mirra’s secret was discovered because some culprit words slipped from her mouth, she kills herself. But that’s not because she’s weak… she understood how deeply wrong all those emotions were, she was ready to do anything to fight the evil inside her, even commit suicide. She pierced herself with her father sword right in front of him, and as she died they despised her and refused to even go near her.

Mirra’s last words are regret… towards herself for not killing herself before, when she was still pure, blaming her nanny Euriclèa because she refused to give her the sword before. 

“Quand'io… tel… chiesi,…

darmi… allora,… Euricléa, dovevi il ferro…

io moriva… innocente;… empia… ora… muojo..”

(When… I… asked you… you should… have given me the sword… Euriclèa… I would have died innocent… now… I die sinful…)

John looked at me with a smile and I didn’t know how to react. He stood up and handled it back to me, my gaze switching rapidly between the book and him. Taking it slowly in my hands.

“I love that you like literature… I’m happy that you’re passionate about something so cultured.”

I smiled a bit relaxed.

“Yeah… I find it one of the most beautiful form of art.”

He nodded and walked out of the motel room.

“Com’on now, we have to go.”

As he stepped outside I took a deep breath.

“Oh, Mirra, sharing my life and destiny… this is torture.”

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Today I saw negan was so good!! Will there be more parts?

Hey! First of all, thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm glade you appreciated the story so much. I honestly don't know if there will be more parts, but now I'm considering it.Surely there will be more negan and twd posts, maybe I'll come up with a part 2 ;)

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One time, there was a woman.

Summary: A little sweet game with Crowley, remembering how special you are for each other. Remembering how much you love each other.

Words count: 720 words.

Pairings/Characters: Crowley x reader.

Warnings: Fluff.

“Are you searching for me?” Crowley read on the little piece of paper. He smiled widely, it was her handwriting. With a particularly calm gesture he gracefully brought the pure-white material to his nose, inhaling deeply and letting the sweet perfume of her pervade him.

“Oh, so we’re playing a game now, Darling?”

His hoarse voice echoed in the empty hallways of the infernal castle, a place overburden by darkness and pain where a stifling silence reigned alongside the King. Alongside him. He turned the white material around. “Go on, this way.”, Crowley chuckled at the silliness of the situation, but followed the instruction without questions. The demon King took slow steps, his hands in the pockets of his suits as a pleased expression seemed printed on his features. At the sound of his own steady pace, he got to a crossroad and another piece of paper was attached to the grey wall. “This kind of reminds of the good old times, doesn’t it?”, a smirk played on Crowley’s lips, remembering when he was just the “king of the opportunities” like she used to call him. The King of the crossroads, where every street could take you anywhere you want it to take you. He turned it and read “You know where to go.”, and he knew indeed. Of the two ways, left and right, he turned to the right without hesitations. Her sweet and warm voice played in his head, a whisper “Wherever a King goes it’s the right direction, if he knows that whatever his Queen words are they’re right.”. Smelling the dear scent, he started moving again. It wasn’t hard to understand where she was taking him, but he still played her game lovingly amused. Crowley followed the hallway, finding more papers on the walls, at one point she stopped giving him directions, knowing that he understood what to do and where to go.

Humming quietly, the demon King read one message after the other. “There’s no queen or king without each other.”, “You know already where this ends.”, “You know already where this goes.”, “You know already your and my words.” … the last one said “On a cold wintery night, everything fell in place at the sound of two voices praising each other’s shades:”. Naturally Crowley understood to which words she was referring to as he started:

“One time, there was a woman. She asked me: ’what’s the best deal I could make?’

I didn’t know the answer, but she did.

She said to me: ‘If someone asked me that I would answer that the best deal is not making a deal.’

Confusion was all I felt because she was the one to call me to her.

‘But if you ask me what’s the best opportunity I could take, things change.’

As she talked I could see in her eyes that she feared nothing, but not because she didn’t know what was coming to her, it was because she knew perfectly.”

Finding himself in front of the big doors he smiled, snapping his fingers swinging them wide open, just like the powerful winds of a storm would have done. There she was, elegantly-sitting on the throne, her eyes locked with his. She smiled slyly as she stayed silent, waiting for him to finish.

“All that that girl wanted was to have ten years without pain, ten years feeling alive and free. I thought that she was out of her mind… no success, no happiness, no fortune… just no pain.

That was actually one of the rare times that I saw someone not regretting his deal.

She died young. She took the black eyes down here, and still now she manages to confuse, shock and intrigue me. With her choices, with her decisions, with her words.”

Crowley slowly got to the throne with heavy steps. That sweet scent overwhelming him, and as he reached the royal sit she rose to her feet.

“One time, there was a woman. Now there’s a queen.”

As he finished pronouncing the words, he placed his forehead on her. Their fingers intertwined gently as they refused to leave each other comforting gaze. She smiled and he mirrored it, just seeing her adorn her own tender face with such beauty made him respond in that natural way immediately.

“My Queen.”

“My King.”

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Today I saw Negan.

Summary: One page of the your diary. Living in Alexandria with a big crush over the leader of the Saviors but with consciousness.

Words count: 678 words.

Pairings/Characters: Negan, reader (kind of Negan x reader), Rick mentioned 

Warnings:angst, language, awkwardness, realistic vision, self judgement

PART 2; PART 3;

(PS: A spn fanfic is coming)

“Dear Diary,

he came to visit again earlier today… I was so excited I nearly made Dad suspicious! Luckily, he was too busy handling things to notice anything. I sneaked out of the house when he left, I was so scared that he might see me but I was just too damn good! Not even Chris, that was guarding the fence, saw me. I hid behind the bushes… well… I wasn’t really hiding, I just sat on the grass minding my business “reading a book”. Obviously, I couldn’t care less of that book, especially when the gates opened and he entered. Rick was the one to let them in as always, and he… he was perfect like every fucking time. I know too well I should be hating him, I just can’t help myself.

 Oh, if mother could see me now, she would be so disappointed… I still remember her, smiling only while watching the tv. I don’t really miss her… but I miss Cody so much, yesterday I dreamt of him… just doing nothing, hanging around like everything was normal. I think Dad still blames himself for what happened to him, I can’t really tell. Yeah, now that I think about it, Dad is already stressed out enough without knowing that his daughter sneak outs every time the Saviors come, just to see the most dangerous man of them all because she has a stupid crush. God, I just hope I will survive long enough to get over this. It’s not like it’s my fault but… gosh if I feel my own conscience judging me. That leather jacket and that bright smirk just won’t leave my mind alone.

It’s frustrating, I can’t even talk to anybody about it! He’s just this powerful, cocky and sexy-as-hell man with probably more than double my age. Wake up girl! You don’t even stand a chance, he doesn’t know you exist… Fuck it. It’s not like I can’t fantasise, it’s one of the few things I can still do.

His confidence is just too much, it’s like a cloud surrounding him. I can only imagine what standing next to him would feel like, I saw grown-ass men terrorised just by being near him, plus he’s tall as fuck and I’m… well, awkwardly short in comparison. He seems such a difficult person even to talk to… I mean, not in literally speaking, but controlling a conversation, I’m sure he could make anyone admit anything. He’s ripped at every edge, sharp in every aspect… but still… he’s a fucking piece of art. Those black hair, salt and pepper beard… can we talk about how that is not grey but freaking silver!? No kidding! Silver… who the fuck has silver beard? I’m being ridiculous. It’s grey.

Anyway, he should really change clothing or one of these days I won’t control myself. I swear, that leather jacket, those nice (unfortunately not-so-tight) pants and those big boots give me all kind of ideas… and then there’s the bat… Lucille as he calls it. Man, I love when he swings that thing around because that utterly terrifies and arouses me. How sick does that sound?

Let’s focus a little on that smile of his. How can any straight woman and any gay man look at that without… good Lord! I can’t even! Now I feel dirty, I’m drooling thinking of sex with that man, be realistic woman! Thinking about it, would he need the blue pill? Are those things findable nowadays? Why do I bother of considering if they could be found, and not on being grossed out by the idea of laying with a man that MAY requires them? I’m so screwed up.

He stayed very little time to Alexandria, I wonder why… maybe he’ll be back soon? I hope so. I could sneak another glance or two at him while pretending to do stuff near the gates.

It’s funny how I just realised all of this page could be summoned in one sentence…

Today I saw Negan.”

Negan read out loud for all Alexandria to hear.

PART TWO

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Can I be added to your tag list? Mostly for sam but basically anything supernatural is perfect!

Of course! You'll be added to my supernatural-related posts from now on! :D

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A dreamer.

Summary: The sweetest of moments with Sam. You’re reading the Divine Commedy and get drowned in reading. Sam’s the one that takes you back to reality and the dialog that follows is proof of how much you love each other…

Words count: 842 words.

Pairing/Characters: Sam x reader (Reader is Italian but It’s just for a cultural sense-making)

Warnings: pure FLUFF.

I was quietly reading the Poem, sitting on my bed covered by a warm fluffy blanket and pillows softening my back’s rest. I was completely concentrated on my read, flying in a whirlwind of poetics words, I wasn’t in my room anymore but watching with awe the river Acheron with Dante and Virgil, the neutral and cowards behind us as Charon appeared in front of us…

“Woe to you, ye souls depraved!

Give up all hope of ever seeing Heaven!

I come to take you to the other shore,

into eternal darkness, heat and cold.

And thou that yonder art, a living soul,

withdraw thee from those fellows that are dead.”

The infernal man looked at Dante offended by his mere presence among the dammed. The darkness that surrounded us was suffocating and the desperate lamentations echoed through the whole inferno.

“Hey.”

I was suddenly in my room again, my head spun for one second as I was basically dragged forcefully out of my mind. I looked up at Sam who stood at the door, looking at me with a small amused smile, he knew how deep I got into stories while reading.

“Oh, hey!”

I responded after catching up with the real word. He made his way to our bed and sat on the edge.

“What are you reading?”

“The Divine Comedy.”

He chuckled taking my hand in his and gently rubbing his thumb over my palm, it looked so small in his grip. I smiled sweetly at him knowing what comment was probably on the way.

“Again? How many times have you read it? I honestly lost count.”

“You were counting?”

“Well, you know, when I found you the fourth time I kinda started.”

I giggled at the idea of him actually counting each and every time I reread some of the poem.

“But this time is different.”

“How?”

“I’m trying to read the English translation of it. And, I’m sorry, but I have to say the original is so much better. I know it’s obvious, I’m not saying it’s bad but I keep thinking how much more poetic it is in Florentines vulgar.

Like the last verses, listen:

but, like a smoothly moving wheel, that Love

was now revolving my desire and will,

which moves the sun and all the other stars.>>

And now listen to this:

ma già volgeva il mio disio e ‘l velle,

sì come rota ch’igualmente è mossa,

l’amor che move il sole e l’altre stelle.>>

Can you see what I mean? Don’t you agree?”

“Baby, the difference between the two at my ears is that one I can actually understand. We are not all Italians or either have studied it for years so we don’t have really other choices then the translation.”

“Trust me, not even all Italians know how to read it, and we study it in schools! But that’s not my point anyway…”

I made my fingers play with the page of the big book… letting my mind travel again. Sam that was looking at me lovingly shifted on his sit and got a better grip at me by my waist, raising me with his arms and sitting me on his legs as he took my place on the bed. With a swift movement of his arm we were cover with my blanket that rolled off of me during the change of position. I took a deep breath and curled up against him, he embraced my body in a protective way and I closed my eyes listening to his calm breathing.

“You know, when I was little and still lived in Italy my father always read for me, if I love literature as much as I do is thanks to him. Thanks to him I’ve always wanted to be just one thing…”

“What?”

“A dreamer.”

I could almost feel the smile on his face as he tightened his grip.

“You are a dreamer.”

“You think?”

“I know.”

He pecked on my head making me hum happily. Mere seconds passed before he added.

“And if I have to be honest, you made a dreamer out of me too.”

I felt my soul warming up at those words, the meaning they carried was all I needed to hear.

“But that’s obviously not enough.”

I frowned at that, my fluttering heart falling immediately. Pulling away from his chest just enough to look him in the eyes, I glanced at him confused. Seeing my face, he immediately smiled widely fondling my back with one hand in a reassuring way.

“I don’t want to be a dreamer…”

He explained

“I want us to be A dreamer. Conjoined in one, not two single flames but one fire, one dreamer.”

My eyes almost filled with tears of joy as I stretched up to kiss him, letting all my love flow from my being to his. Hugging him immediately after dividing our lips, I enlaced my fingers with his.

“We are a dreamer.”  

“You think?”

“I know.”

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Urlando con voci dalle parole spezzate.

If you follow me and you’re wonderig what’s this, well… it’s an italian ship about two beautiful men and amazing singers, they won a very important italian singing competition this year. This is their song and I highly raccomand you listen to it and maybe search the lyrics? (Or you can ask me, I’ll translate it for you.)

Non potevo non dare il mio contributo a questa meravigliosa ship (e l’avevo promessa a @camiller10). Non scrivevo in italiano da un pò, mi era mancato quanto poetica questa lingua può essere.

Spero vi piaccia! (è piena di feels)

Numero di parole: circa 600.

Era fatta. Le ultime parole erano state pronunciate, le ultime note avevano finito di rimbombare nella stanza e tutto sembrava quasi surreale. Fabrizio si voltò a guardare Ermal, non ci fu bisogno di dire nulla… un piccolo gesto della mano da parte del romano indicò di far partire la traccia e quella volta non ci sarebbero state interruzioni, ne era certo. La musica reiniziò e lui si perse a guardare l’amico pronunciare le prime parole di quel testo, il loro testo. Le emozioni nella voce di Ermal lo travolsero come un’onda e, quando toccò a lui attaccare, sentì il petto riempirsi di un accogliente calore che, teneramente, gli abbracciò il cuore.

Pronunciò quelle parole come fossero l’unico scudo e l’unica spada della sua vita, “non mi avete fatto niente”, ma poi… poi fu Ermal a pronunciarle… una doccia fredda. Il brivido che corse lungo la schiena di Fabrizio fu così forte che tremò anche nell'animo, socchiudendo gli occhi, poteva solo immaginare il profondo significato che dovevano avere per il riccio. Con un passato come il suo cantare quelle parole… “questa è la mia vita che va avanti, oltre tutto, oltre la gente.”, non era immaginabile. Guardandolo con occhi lucidi, Moro in quel momento avrebbe voluto gridare, essere il suo scudo e la sua spada prima che per sé stesso. E mentre le note volavano e le parole fluivano i due si persero nel loro mondo, un universo dove c’erano solo loro due… come in una di quelle bolle di felicità di cui cantavano.

Urlando con voci dalle parole spezzate, parole di persone che le sospirarono al freddo vuoto di una notte o al tremante terrore, in una casa diroccata, alla pura luce del giorno. Proseguirono la canzone unendo i poetici fiati. Il fuoco che crescente si faceva nei loro animi era incredibile e chiunque poteva vederlo, palparlo perfino… avevano una connessione incredibile poiché quella fiamma era una, una soltanto, unica nel suo genere… non due forze separate e lasciate a sé stesse ma un'unica energia che colpisce dritta al cuore. “Il mondo si rialza col sorriso di un bambino”, il più piccolo, innocente dei sorrisi si formò sul viso di Ermal e Fabrizio sentì il suo cuore saltare un battito, ritrovandosi a ridacchiare a sua volta, senza rendersene conto.

Le ultime strofe furono le più intense, le emozioni non facevano che accumularsi e presto oneste lacrime scorsero lungo i visi di entrambi gli uomini. La sensazione fu quasi quella di esser tornati bambini, giocando in un prato, vivi e intoccabili. La malinconia bilanciata dalla rabbia e la furia bilanciata dalla coscienza. “Sono consapevole che tutto più non torna, la felicità volava… come vola via una bolla.”, Fabrizio tese la mano ad Ermal che senza esitazione la prese e se la strinse al petto. In quel momento un pensiero lo sommerse, e non fu sorpreso di aver effettivamente pensato, guardando l’altro uomo accanto a se, ‘questo è mio fratello’. Perché ormai erano quello, fratelli con la profonda consapevolezza che ciò che chiamiamo famiglia non si limita a un legame sanguineo.

Si abbracciarono, stringendosi forte quasi temendo che il momento gli scivolasse tra le dita. Era la prima volta, dopo innumerevoli prove di singole parti e altrettanto numerose modifiche, che avevano cantato quella canzone nella sua versione definitiva dall'inizio alla fine. Entrambi, sciogliendo l’abbraccio e guardandosi l’un l’altro negli occhi arrossati, capirono che quell'emozione non sarebbe sfuggita alla loro presa. Infatti, la riprovarono ogni volta che la loro fiamma si riunì urlando con voci dalle parole spezzate.

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The science of deduction.

Summary: You arrange a sort of “film night” with the boys (TFW). You just wanted to show Dean and Cas one of your favourites TV series, “Sherlock”. Of course nothing go as planned, mainly because from some time now Dean and Cas have been fighting and competing with each other. The topic of the new argue? Deductions! But what are they really arguing for? (You don’t have to have seen Sherlock, it’s just mentioned. Spoiler free)

Words count: 1573 words.

Pairings/Characters: Dean x reader, Cas x reader, Sam.

Warnings: a little fluff, little language, just Cas and Dean being cute morons

This is a gift for my friend @ellie051200 and I think it turned out super funny! Hope you enjoy!

We were sitting quietly at one of the tables in the library, drinking beers and watching Netflix on Sam’s laptop, the perfect evening… or so it seemed. One of my favourite episodes of ‘Sherlock’ was on, Sam had already seen it like me, in fact it was more for Cas and Dean to watch. It took me something like 3 weeks to convince them and to find the right night when we could just relax and enjoy it, but of course those two morons had to argue over everything! They were in a competition of some sort, or at least that’s what Sam told me. For the first 15 minutes Dean managed to stay quiet and Cas, being the calm being that he is, didn’t start any kind of interaction with anyone, watching the screen interested. I was so surprised, the peaceful atmosphere was too good to be true, and I was right, it was too good indeed. Dean was the one who spoke first.

“Oh, com’on! You can’t deduce all those things in, what, 10 seconds? Just by looking at the man. It’s not even that simple!”

Of course, everyone knew better than to argue or it would have ruined the vision… but Cas did anyway.

“You do realise it is a fictional TV show, Dean? But anyway, theoretically it is possible to do that.”

Dean rose his eyebrows at the angel’s words, turning slightly on his chair to face the blue-eyed man. I was sitting just in the middle and once I got a glimpse of their challenging looks I knew that I had to say goodbye to my perfect evening.  

“Really? You think you can do something like that?”

“Well, I didn’t say it, but yes. I consider myself capable of doing so, with the right amount of time.”

Dean started laughing so hard I had to make sure that he was alright, Castiel on the other hand was clearly getting angry. I could see his hands turning into strong fists and his sweet innocent face frowning deeply.

“I would like to see how you’d do!”

The blonde man managed to say between giggles. I rolled my eyes at them, but none of the two really cared, it was like dealing with capricious children. The angel cleared his throat, to calm himself more than anything.

“You know what, Dean? I’m going to show you, so maybe my abilities won’t be questioned anymore.”

The older Winchester looked at Castiel with an ‘are you serious?’ glance, but then rose his arms in the air and assumed a ‘go on then’ expression. In all of this I could see that Sam was checking his phone escaping from the unbearable situation and I… well I tried to pay attention to the tall figure of the detective on the screen in front of me, not a simple task considering that I was just in the middle of the fight. Pointless to say that when Cas leaned forward with his characteristic half-closed eyes to take a better look at Dean, casually getting right between me and the laptop, I lost all hope on watching the show. Sighing I crossed my arms over my chest and just watched the two of them being drama queens.

A few seconds passed, then a minute, and Castiel was still silent… but just as the blonde smirked and was about to say something the angelic presence spoke

“You have ketchup on your plaid shirt but it’s dried out, so you ate junk food in the past that typically contain that sauce. You also smell of hamburger signalling that that was your dinner. It’s passed too little time for that ketchup to dry so I’m going to guess that you have bad eating habits.”

I looked at Cas with an approval look, he wasn’t bad at all! Dean grunted and opened his mouth ready to shut him down I’m sure, but once again the angel preceded him

“Also, the skin area just beneath your eyes is darker even though you don’t look too tired, so I’m positive on the fact that you usually don’t sleep much.”

“Ok, but that’s just too easy! You already knew those things, you haven’t deduced them!”

Cas crocked slightly his head on one side and I melted on the spot, he was just so cute when he looked so confused! Dean then proceeded on proving his point

“Cas, you just “deduced” things everyone here could have said about me, because you know how I live my life. I can do that too!  Look, from how wrecked your trench-coat is I’m guessing that you wear it all the time. See? It’s obvious for me because I know you wear it all the damn time!”

I frowned slightly at those words and looked at Dean, for the first time on that night taking part of the conversation

“Actually Dean, your deduction is just one of the possibilities of why his trench-coat is ruined, and not even a complete one. It could also be because it was of someone else that wore it often and he’s wearing it either because he was affectionate to said person or because he doesn’t have anything else to wear. And why doesn’t he? It could be either for poverty or having every other jacket washed or broken. You choose one of the items that could have a million stories behind, and didn’t give enough specifics to be certain of which one is the right one.”

Cas nodded

“Yes, I agree with you.”

The blonde man gave me one shocked look and started babbling incoherent words. “Shut up!” was his final response.

“Still, I think your guessing were not fair.”

“I did what I said I was capable of, didn’t I?”

“If you ask me, you didn’t.”

“Well, I-” Castiel started but stopped talking at my loud and annoyed sigh. Before they were able to start quarrelling once again I decided on trying to make them stop completely.

“Come on guys! You look like teenagers fighting to look better at the eyes of the girl you both have a crush on! Sam, can you help me here?”

Sam looked at me weirdly like I just said the president suck at his face. I followed him with my eyes as he quickly got up from his chair and started walking towards his bedroom, almost embarrassed

“Oh, guys! Look how late it got! I really need to sleep, I’m very tired. Goodnight!”

“What the- Sam?? Where are you-? Wait, are you the girl they fancy about? Sam!”

And before I knew it he was gone leaving me confused and giggling from his strange reaction. As I turned around I saw the two men silently arguing under their breath, I only caught on Dean mounting something like “don’t you dare” to Cas, but they stopped immediately as they noticed I was watching them. I glanced at them with a questioning look

“Ok guys, what’s going on? Why do you keep arguing? And what was that with Sam??”

Silence filled the room for a few second and it was almost surreal. Dean inhaled deeply before talking

“Oh nothing, it’s just… we could say that you made the right deduction.”

Okay, now I was completely lost, what were they trying to say?

“What? I’m not sure I understand… Are you fighting because you both have a thing for Sam?”

“What!? NO!”

“Then what?”

I locked eyes with Castiel hoping to find an answer there, at least. He took a deep breath

“What Dean is trying to say is that we do have a crush on the same girl, and that girl would be you.”

My eyes immediately widened to the fullest, my brain unable to catch up with my ears, not really.

“Are you kidding?”

Once again, I turned to face Dean, he was looking at me with his mouth agape not sure of what he should say.

“No sweetheart, Cas is telling the truth… I wouldn’t have said it so straight out of the blue, but yes. I thought you’d figured out by now that our fights and competitions were for and over you, but maybe you’re not so good at deducing after all.”

He laughed awkwardly and I was completely shocked as I watched them. Well, that actually explained a lot of things.

“So, what do you say?”

Castiel’s voice awoke me from my thoughts, and while switching from poetic-blue to happy-green eyes I started giggling and I couldn’t help the smile on my face.

“Well, I can’t believe my luck! What else I could say?”

Dean smirked and winked at me and I could feel my cheeks warming up.

“Great! Obviously you’ll go on a date with me, right sweetheart?”

“Why are you so sure? I think I could be a better date for her.”

“Oh really? Tell me about it. I’m curious.”

“First of all, I’m more of a gentleman than you are.”

“Cas, you have never been on a date! How can you say you’ll be better than me?”

“At least I won’t look at other girls bottoms as they pass by.”

“You son of a-”

As the two started fighting yet again they didn’t even notice as the girl silently slid back her chair and got up, quickly reaching the hallway to the bedrooms. As she walked she smiled to herself, still hearing the two angrily talking. Maybe that evening wasn’t completely ruined after all.

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You are condemning me.

Summary: What happened that day when Lucifer was casted out of heaven and locked in the cage?... Well, you see, it’s true he refused to kneel to humans, but there’s a part of his story no one told us about. The real reason of his anger towards his family.

Words count: 1342 words.

Pairings/Characters: Lucifer x FirstDemon!reader, God(when he was still called that way), Michael, various unnamed angels.

Warnings: Angst, little fluff, sad, Lucifer in rage.

I spent so much time re-elaborating one idea till i got to this one. But I wasn’t able to express it in the best way, it’s not bad but just not as great as it is in my mind... it’s kind of frustrating. Hope you enjoy it anyway.

They kept pushing me, again and again… and I fell over and over. The floor was extremely cold beneath me, but I hardly noticed for I was more concerned about the bruises forming on my arms and knees. Getting on my feet one more time I tried to free myself from the chains, the already way too tight cuffs feeling rougher around my wrists.  

“Move on.”

The emotionless voice behind me filled the long hallway, and grunting I started walking again. Small steps, one after the other, hoping that in that way I would never reach my destination. Suddenly one hand grabbed me from my hair and started pulling me forward, I whimpered and struggled but I couldn’t do much against the brutal strength. We entered the pure white room, big shiny and heavenly was all I could say to describe it. Eyes widened and mouth agape I admired every inch of the environment surrounding us. Everything was just as he described it, so perfect and pure that you feel physically constricted, so justly unjust that you feel naive and guilty of existing.

When my eyes met his angelic blue ones my heart broke, they were filled with desperation, anger and sorrow. I was lost and utterly scared, everything so silent even my thoughts seemed loud and all I was bearing in my mind was his voice telling me that when this happen it would be bad. So many of them were there, all above us, I felt small and destructible beneath all those eyes and lights. I felt so dirty, hiding myself in this body was doing nothing to mask how impure I knew I was. One shattering powerful voice spoke, too almighty for me to understand as my body shook and contracted in pain.

“No! Please father, make someone else talk!”

He’s voice cracked but hearing it was still a relief for my being. Silence followed the plead but it didn’t last long as someone else spoke.

“Lucifer, you are guilty off disloyalty, treachery even. You sinned of pride and created this filthy creature out of maleficence, it is an outrage to our great Father and a dishonour to all our kind.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about Michael. She’s no such thing.”

“So you admit your crimes?”

“That makes no difference, you are not accusing me you are already condemning me.”

I watched speechless as he talked to his brother angered, how did we get to this point? What’s our crime?

“Our Father is not condemning you, he’s giving you the blessed possibility to redeem yourself. He offers you salvation and to have back your place among us. All you have to do is open your eyes and realise that what you did is wrong. Obey, kneel to the humans, respect his will. Forget this flawed evil and embrace once again your true self.”

“And what do you know about my true self? Mmh? What do any of you know? Because, if you ask me, I’ve never been so true in my existence. You call her flawed when we all know that the one you ask me to bend for are the most imperfect. I will never do that. I’m never going to leave her, all the more so if I have to accept those cockroaches instead.”

Lucifer’s words echoed into the limitless space and it almost seemed like time froze. I couldn’t take it anymore, I couldn’t stand there and watch them treat him like that in silence.

“You have no right to make assumptions like those. Isn’t he your brother?”

Taking a deep breath, I saw the terrified expression on the archangel intensifying as I spoke, but I just couldn’t shut up, it was too unfair. I looked up to the fiery light above.

“Isn’t he your son? How can you stay were you are and punish him for not being like you? All of this is meaningless! You did nothing to us, you can’t take anything away from us, because each other is all we have. Our lives will go beyond everything. Do you know what happiness is? Any of you?”

The room was dead silent.

“Happiness is seeing someone smile and can’t help but do the same. It’s this great warm feeling that makes you forget of everything else, and you want to cuddle in that sensation because it’s just too good to be true… but it flies away like a bubble, you shouldn’t touch it or it will disappear. It’s something you live and admire as it goes away and all you can do is make another bubble.”

Still no one spoke, I didn’t know why or how wise it would be to go on but I did.

“We are happy. I don’t even understand our crime, aren’t w-”

My voice stopped in my throat and an aching pain flashed all trough my body. I fell to my knees unable to breathe. All I heard in that moment were muffled screams, then deep cuts started to form on my skin, slicing my flesh apart to the bones.  It was a never-ending whirl of unbearable pain, those mere seconds felt like years of torture. All of a sudden it all stopped. With the remaining strength I had, I looked up to my beloved, his eyes filled with tears.

“Speak, brother.”

The sour voice of the archangel hurt my ears. I glanced at Lucifer, smiling weakly at him. Anger filled his eyes as he looked away from me, nodding to himself and now starring at Michael.

“No. I won’t do what you ask me, cast me out. I don’t care. I have no interest in following a father that is everything but that. I have no interest in loving a brother ready to stab me if I disobey. But Father, if you ever loved me, you will let her live.”

“Do you have any idea how sinful all of this is!? You are not only loving someone more than Father, you choose to love this-this DEMON more than him!”

“Yes, I do! I choose to love her because she more than anyone understands! And I swear, if you touch her…”

“What brother? What happens if I touch her?”

“I will kill you.”

A big racket stormed from all the angelic presences but it all stopped at one simple word of that almighty voice.

“The Mark changed you in the worst way possible, Lucifer. The judgement is made, you are going to be locked in a cage in the pit of the world, never to see the light again, never to walk here among us again.”

I watched with anger as Michael made his way to Lucifer, two angels keeping the chained archangel still.

“And if it’s true that each other is all you have you won’t be punished if she lives.”

My anger turned into terror as I saw him coming towards me, a spear of flaming light appeared in his grip, and before I realised, it was going through my heart. I looked at my chest in complete shock. I glanced up at lucifer who was screaming and struggling but not a sound reached me. For the last time I fell to the ground, it was cold… now I noticed properly.

 Lucifer’s screams could be heard in all of creation that day. Not being able to even have her in his embrace for the last time. That was the day he was casted out of heaven, the day he truly lost everything. His first creation, the only creature he was ever able to love as much as his unjust father. That was the day Lucifer’s eyes lost all the angelic beauty becoming that crimson red of wrath. That was the only time his eyes cried. That was the last time he cared.

All those he created after, they were weak and filthy compared to her, easy to control… he called them demons to remind himself what getting attached and being happy leads to. He called them that to remember what his family truly is.

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I’m going to always keep this with me.

Summary: You want one happy memory with Lucifer so you take a photo. What no one is expecting is how much he will need it.

Words count: 1005 words.

Pairing/Characters: Lucifer x nephilim!reader

Warnings: fluff, very little language, sad, Lucifer in rage.

I started this as pure fluff but being the moody person that I am… hope you enjoy!

“Oh, come on! Just one!”

The tall blonde man grunted annoyed, looking at me like a mother with a capricious child. Glancing at him with my best puppy eyes, I could see that behind the stoic expression he was entertained by the situation.

“But “why” is what I don’t understand. What do you even need it for? It’s not like we are going to grow old.”

I frowned gripping tightly the camera in my hands.

“Actually I am. Nephilims just age very slowly. And besides, I want something to remind us of this moments… something to look at one day and smile, something to make my heart happy when everything is so unfair that even heaven wants us to cry. Is a picture too much to ask?”

Lucifer looked at me finally relaxing himself, smiling sweetly. Hunted by heaven and hell, we were obviously always tensed up and those moments of safety seemed too good to be enjoyed.

“This foolish senseless side of you, so human… you have no idea how clear it is that you are not a full prince of hell.”

“I think I got a win-win! Demon and human all at once, very perky. And don’t pretend you don’t love it.”

He grinned mischievously at me, wrapping his arm around my waist and pulling me to his side, I instinctively hugged him.

“You know too well, quirky little thing.”

I giggled at his words, how funny that the angel was pronouncing them. That little moment was so perfect, if only I could I would have lived there forever like that, in his embrace cuddled by his quiet breathing. Silence filled the room and neither of us moved, afraid of making all of that slip between our fingers, but everything ends… With a kiss on my forehead he said

“Ok.”

“Ok what?”

“Take the damn picture.”

I smiled the brightest of smiles before taking my instant camera with my right hand, trying to stretch my arm to make us both appear in the photo. His remarkable tallness now feeling so real next to my pathetic shortness, he laughed at my efforts and I stuck out my tongue while letting him take the little work of lenses from my hold. He easily got it in the right position and I hugged him even more smiling for the camera.

“Just one.”

“Alright but make it nice.”

The characteristic “click” of the camera was heard seconds after and the little photo got out from the side. Jumping of happiness, I took it and impatiently waited for the image to appear, and when it did I couldn’t help the big grin on my lips. It was perfect. Proudly, I showed it to the amused archangel in front of me and I could see a joyful sparkle in his unbelievably blue eyes.

“I love it! Thank you, Luci.”

“You’re welcome, quirky little thing.”

“I’m going to always keep it with me.”

Another hug was shared between the two of us, the awareness that each other was all we had. Because when everybody let us down and no one was there to help, we raised together and together we will always be.

The body fell heavy on the floor, twitching slightly. Lucifer felt the most powerful rage raise inside him, his eyes a dreadful red as he looked deadly at the group of angels.

“What have you done…How dare you!”

One simple move of his hand was enough to make all the angels fly, pinned at every wall of the room. An aura of pure death surrounded him like a storm. Clenching his fists, he watched as all his brothers and sisters started dying a painful death, chocking and burning of white pure light, sliding to the ground miserably. Still taken by the fury it took him a moment to realise the situation and actually turn around looking at her worried. Her defenceless figure not moving an inch. His eyes widened and he rushed to her, taking her in his arms all he could mutter was a cracked and repeated “no.”. Looking in her eyes none of the life and light he was so used to see in them was gone, her expression of sorrow gave him a sharp pain to the heart, it was something he just couldn’t bear. Pressing forcefully a hand where the angel blade stabbed her he tried in vain to stop the crimson blood, shaking slightly his eyes turned red one more time as he screamed a terrifying “NO!” that made everything around him quake. Given into desperation he looked at her one more time, not believing any of that was happening. One thing caught his eyes, it was something picking from the inner task of her leather jacket, and as he took it in his fingers for the first time ever Lucifer felt a single tear slip down his face. The photo.

Her smile, her eyes, just her being her… that was what he saw in that photo, so different from the girl now in his hug. And suddenly it was her voice that echoed in his mind, that sweet dear voice that he learned to love, remind him

“Something to look at one day and smile, something to make my heart happy when everything is so unfair even heaven wants us to cry.”

The warm teardrop fell from his chin on the girl’s clothes. A new determined look ran trough his features as he putted the picture in the little pocket of his coat, placing one last sweet kiss on her forehead.

“I think what they say is true… you don’t realise the value of things till you lose them… I’ll go on, for us, raising until I’m over the sky.”

He smiled sadly. Taking a deep breath, he calmed down the overwhelming emotions in his voice, too intense for him. Putting her gently down he inhaled and raised to his feet.

“I’ll miss you quirky little thing. And this picture… this damn picture. I’m going to always keep it with me.”