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standfortheangels

"Cant sleep?" (Brandon at Mike please~)

Sometimes, life was a little weird. And not just because he was a guardian angel in a relationship with an overworking demigod and had a list of ever-growing predetermined friendships he was entirely responsible for. Which, would be a lot of weirdness, to be fair. But, that wasn’t what bothered him.

Mike knew that an angel’s age was a complicated subject, and, it was one he tried not to think about too much. The age from when he was born til now, the age from when he was REborn til now, and then the one most angels went by. Because an angel could only age physically, when they aged mentally. The phrase “you’re only as old as you feel” was a lot more literal for them. Except… Was it?

Some things about his life here, he loved. The people in his life and his relationships with them, getting to help his charges.. having a job at all was pretty cool. And he loved the cool night air on this balcony, and the warmth of the mug he wrapped his hands around to keep his fingers warm. But… Maybe some things… Were just a little.. off.

His thoughts were interrupted by the soft sound of the glass door sliding open, and he offered Brandon a little smile as he stepped out. Suddenly he wished he’d had another mug of cocoa here to offer him.. “want some?” He asked quietly, sliding the drink in his direction a little, but drawing it back when Brandon declined.

“Can’t sleep?”

He half smiled and looked out at the world around them, a kind of sadness creeping in. “I had a lot to think about.” He settled for.

Brandon’s eyes showed a glint of concern. “Like what?”

For a moment, Mike stayed quiet, now looking down into the chocolatey drink in his hands. “Brandon? …. Do you think I’m immature?” He glanced back up at him now, no smile left on his face. “It’s okay if you do, I won’t be up- well. I won’t be offended at least. It’s just… I know some people- other guides- don’t like the way that I do things. And I know I’m still new compared to them and maybe it’s just an experience thing but.. They don’t take me seriously either. Even my family don’t really. And you know how much I love them, I would never say anything bad about it but- … They are always calling me the baby, you know? Baby brother, baby of the family… And I get that, but, still.”

He left a long pause hanging for a moment, eyes moving around but not really settling anywhere for long.

“When I died.. I wasn’t actually… Old enough to be harvested. They made an exception for me, I mean, it’s not something they haven’t done before, but, you know, people remember that kind of thing. And they.. well, it’s complicated, but, when they have to make you a new body to be in..” He laughed and leant one arm up on the railing, to rest his head in that hand. “This must all sound so weird to you, but, they make you a body and then, you spend a while learning stuff and growing your wings and whatever else. And, with me, they made me older than I was. So I could blend in or something I guess. And they said that, when I actually got older in my head, my body would follow.” Now his eyebrows pulled together, and he looked back down into his mug again. “But I don’t look any different.” He watched the steam flow lazily upward for a moment. “I mean… I feel different, I think. I’m responsible, o do my job, I live on my own- mostly~ I’m not a kid anymore. But how could anyone else know that? They can’t look at me and see that I’m older, and it seems like any angel I meet, it’s just a matter of time before they realise who I am. I… I don’t wanna talk badly about them but, I’m a little sick of people treating me like a kid. Yesterday, some guide in another region called me a pumped up twerp! What’s what about??” Now he looked at Brandon briefly, holding that look he had when he got worked up by something. Thankfully, it quickly faded.

“I wanna believe they’re wrong, I want to tell them that, right to their entitled, smug, turned out little faces. But then, I go home and the people I love act like I’m a kid too. And, I kinda like it, when it isn’t dad thinking he’s the boss of me. I’m no good at landings, my wings are smaller than everyone I know and I know they’ll get bigger but that’s not the point. I get scared at night if there’s a noise in the house, and then… All I want is mom to come fix things. And she’s really gentle with me, like, more than the others. Like I’m too little to treat the same way. And then at the end of it all, what do I do? What do I when I’m troubled by the whole thing? I make hot cocoa and eat marshmallows. Or- I do what I did tonight and realise I already ate all the marshmallows last night and didn’t buy more, so that kinda sucks.” He tilted his head towards Brandon, hoping to lighten the mood a little.

“I just… Wonder sometimes if they’re right, you know? I look, I mean what, 19, 20 maybe? Older? But, I can’t know for sure that’s what I am. I do childish things and I get all excited at the holidays.. But it’s not like I don’t do grown up stuff too, I mean, I’m a mental health worker, a social worker, support worker, recon.. guy, all in one! I take my job seriously and I work hard at it, find out what people need and try to make it happen. It’s just not great when this thing follows me around. As soon as someone thinks I’m challenging them or questioning them it’s all “kid” this and “butt out” that and “go play with your little friends”. How about Lay off, Sarah?! How bout that?“

He sighed a little and drew up his knees tighter. "I just don’t know if I’ll ever get them to take me seriously.”

a-simple-rper

standfortheangels

Every bit of physical contact was somehow like a little boost of energy, and a comfort at the same time. With anyone else- at least the way his head was right now- he’d have thought this was another point against him, more evidence that he was like a child needing to be held. Except… it was always like this with Brandon. From that first contact on their blind date, when he suddenly felt that they’d make it out okay, and was ready to face it head on, to their firat kiss, where, thankfully they’d been inside, or who knows how many people would have seen his wings just, manifest themselves in an instant. All these years, and he’d never had them come out on their own like that.

But then, he’d never known anyone like Brandon before.

With a quiet glance, between other thoughts, he felt Brandon’s hand at his back and wondered. Was this a part of him being a demigod? Somethng to do with the light, like a metaphor maybe? Did everyone feel this.. energy from him? Though if they did, he couldn’t imagine how anyone could act normally around him, or especially how his co-workers could take advantage of him the way they did. How could anyone not treasure a man who had this effect on others? Someone so full of, light, energy, an aura, hope, whatever it was… Mike still found himself amazed by him all the time. More than Brandon likely knew. There was no way to really put it into the right words- or if there was, Mike hadn’t found it even now.

As Brandon hooked an arm around him, once again setting off sparks, Mike leaned in toward him and scoffed. It was obvious flattery, the assumption that any angel would be jealous or insecure towards him like that. An angel who for all Brandon knew could be the best guide Heaven ever saw. …She wasn’t, but still. All the same, it had made him laugh, so he wouldn’t argue it.

Things getting more serious again, Mike looked up at him now, watching and listening to what were already some damn good points. Maybe it was a little silly for him to have been so worked up about it, when she clearly had been a hypocrite at least. But, at least now he got to admire his boyfriend sounding so wise. Of course, wisdom was a mature trait, so.. maybe everyone was supposed to know this stuff already? Geez, now he’d gotten tangled in his thoughts again. Still looking flat and unable to hide the emotions on his face (not that he was trying to. He never had to hide with Brandon.) he looked back down at his cocoa, a very subtle and dismissive smile and head tilt at the compliments that followed. Of course Brandon would think that kind of thing about him. Although, the harvesting was a good point. And he knew it. He had for a long time. It was just.. hard to see why, when in his own eyes, he hadn’t really done anything that special. Just the same work as everyone else.

He glanced back to Brandon again, still focused on all of his words and views, but couldn’t keep his eyes there for long. It was a lot to process and think about. He’d sort of accepted the way they behaved for the most part. Of course they thought they knew better than he did, when some of them had been angels far longer than he’d even been alive for- both lifetimes combined. But… it made sense. After all, they were guides too. Even if he was wrong, shouldn’t they know how to explain it? Their whole job was to guide humans back onto a better track in life, gain their trust, teach them to make better choices… Damn. It was almost more upsetting to think about it like that. They had every tool they would need to teach him and help him improve, and yet, Brandon was right; If they didn’t even try to use those tools- which were apparently SO much better and more reliable than his- then, they were being anything but professional. But then… he’d never really realised it before. At first he felt like he was at school. Then in his placement years, it was like learning from a friend or an uncle or something. God, even when he was collecting ‘adult’ experiences, he wasn’t. His perception had been skewed right from the beginning. Which, wasn’t exactly a fault on his part, he was a kid, sort of. Of course he’d see it through different eyes. But it all meant that, he sort of forgot. It was a workplace up there. And whatever that was supposed to look like, it probably shouldn’t involve the word 'twerp’.

With a light sigh, he shook his head a little. When was he going to snap out of this? Either grow up or just, be okay with it, figure it out already. Thankfully, it seemed Brandon was full of ideas on that front too. And finally he was able to fix his eyes on him again as the conversation got a little lighter. A little smile even started creeping in as he listened. But when Brandon seemed embarressed, he sort of responded automatically, “You’ve been through a lot. It makes sense you’d want a little extra security. There’s no shame in that.” This may have been an example chosen to help him, but come on, he couldn’t say nothing. Still, hoping the comment would be enough to sink in, he left it there, not wanting to derail the man too much.

He smiled a little again at what followed. When Brandon 'jumped around’ on things, it meant he was saying what came to mind, not stopping to organise it or trying to come across a certain way. It was pure, unfiltered Brandon Thoughts. Plus, he’d never really found it hard to follow. And the thoughts he was sharing now? They pulled Mike’s eyes to his. And he couldn’t help but stare. This was how Brandon saw him… and he wasn’t wrong. It just… Hearing it the way Brandon said it. It was.. kind of amazing. He blushed a little at that last part though, and gave a nudge of his own. The flatterer returns it seems. But, he wouldn’t argue. As Brandon got a little more serious again, Mike settled in and rested his head on his shoulder.

Stuck. That was probably a good word for it. But of course, Brandon’s inspirational message was there too. More content than solemn now, Mike looked up into his boyfriend’s eyes, took a second, and in a gentle voice he said

“You sound like a poster.”

After another second he sniggered. It wasn’t a lie after all, it would work great on a poster. But after that little display of amusement, it was time to be meaningful again. “Thanks. I don’t know how much I believe in fate or meanings like that… but, at least it feels right being here with you tonight.” He stretched up to plant a quick kiss on Brandon’s cheek, and settled back into a more comfortable position against him. “Maybe I’ll tell 'em next time. I could be mature for one little conflict~ Pull the 'you suck’ card on- .. okay maybe not the 'you suck’ card, that’s childish again and I’m being just as bad as them, but I’ll hold them to the standard. They’re.. colleagues, right? Not bullies in the school yard. Maybe.. if I remind them of that, they might…” might.. think he was crying for mama. Think that only a kid would come up with that comparison. Tell him to grow up, again. He tried to refocus on the positive. Maybe they would understand it and apologise or something. But it just felt so unlikely, he couldn’t bring himself to say it. He sort of groaned instead and plopped his head back onto Brandon. “Can I just call in sick forever? Say I’m allergic to jerks and walk away?”

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a-simple-rper

The corner of Brandon’s lip twitched a bit, unable to help the slight head nod to the side as Mike was sure to reassure him about his fear of the dark. It wasn’t that he was surprised that the angel would. Of course Mike would be so considerate, noticing the topic being a bit embarrassing even if he said it willingly. If anything, Mike saying it like that felt as though he was giving Brandon an out. That it’s not some silly irrational fear over nothing but low lighting, but more around the trauma of being in it. Or what could be in it.

When really all children of Apollo have this fear. It seemed to be built into them, this fear once the sun goes down. The moon’s light is a faint comfort, technically being their ‘aunt’ Artemis. He can still function just fine at night. It’s just, once the sun is gone…it’s just different.

This conversion wasn’t about Greek lore, however. He’ll be happy to fill Mike in about all that mess another time. But right now, Brandon wanted to be here for the reasons and thoughts that kept Mike up like this.

The soft smile he gave his angel, seeing the one he returned, it set a flutter in his chest. As did the surprise laugh Mike got out of him when he called him a poster! He should’ve known Mike wouldn’t miss an opportunity for a little cheekiness. He was glad. While one hand caught some fading chuckles the other hand gave Mike a light nudge. Only to feel completely relaxed again, the same arm holding Mike just a little closer as he kissed his cheek. “There’s no where else I’d rather be.” Than with him right now.

Ah yes, the classic ‘you suck’ mature card. Brandon smirked at Mike, his fingers drawing light circles around his shoulder, as he didn’t need to tell him why that probably wouldn’t work. Though it would be funny if only to see their reactions. …Another time, hopefully. As Mike called them his colleagues Brandon nodded. “Exactly. Again, I don’t know how the structure works there. But if they want to claim their professionals who also take their job seriously, then they need to act like it. With everyone. It shouldn’t matter if there’s a difference, or even what kind of difference. You’re doing the same work everyone else is and they need to respect that. And if they can’t,” Brandon paused, brows furrowing as he thought for a second. “Ah, do you all have a, um, HR?”

The groan and plop combination gave the blonde a quite chuckle, again giving the angel a gentle squeeze from the arm still around him. “You’ll have to wait until I have my PhD. Then I can write you a doctors note. Until then,” Brandon rested his head on top of his. “You’re going to have to be the professional I know you already are.”

standfortheangels

All we asked for is Better

It was just a hop, skip, and a jump from Chester’s home to his favourite place~ A few turns through the familiar sandy streets, across the little rocky stream, dart through a few trees, and there was the tall rock. He was careful, of course, he could never be sure who might see him leaving the roads, though thankfully most of them either didn’t care, or were too sane to follow him once he reached the trees. At least while the ‘monster’ was around out here.

That was once what he’d believed too. Who’d have ever expected he’d be so excited to see her again and again?

Or so sad that this couldn’t last forever.

At least he’d brought a little basket of tasty things along this time. It would ordinarily be a nice treat for its own sake, just to share with a friend and enjoy. Today though.. maybe he was hoping that this would soften the bad news he was bringing too. His heart felt so heavy with it. And he could practically feel himself tripping over his words already. And the worse truth was, he was actually.. kind of excited. If only the world worked differently, maybe… No, get it together. The light was already just starting to change. He couldn’t put this off any longer, or he’d miss his chance to even see her today.

He rested his free hand on the big rock and ducked below a low branch, though he was probably short enough to clear it regardless, and stepped into this familiar space he’d come to feel so comfortable in~ Immediately he caught sight of his friend, sat in the clearing, and with a smile, his heart lifted.

“Ci-Cinder! S-sorry I’m a-a-a little late. B-but look!” He held up the little basket, nerves creeping into his smile as he came over to join her. Unfortunately, it was even harder to cover it in his voice. “I-i-i snuck some thi-things from the kitchen, ‘case y-you-you w-were hungry.” Another thing he’d done wrong today. Well. He hadn’t actually done this one yet. Looking into those eyes, sparkling with happiness, glad to see him and have him around, just as much as he was to see her… How could he ever tell her. That their friendship… had a time limit on it?

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standfortheangels

Chester pulled back so fast at Cinder’s sudden movement, it looked more like a flinch. Wider eyes and everything, as he now looked up at her, it took him a few seconds to realise what he was seeing. She… Was, smiling? Hearing her so sure about their friendship did soften his expression a little, despite.. everything else here. She had heard him, right?? He didn’t screw it up too badly; True the stammers were a trial he couldn’t always succeed in, but, she’d been sad and confused- just what he’d expected as soon as he even thought about telling her. But this.. this was… This was.. something words couldn’t quite cover. She looked and spoke like they were about to go embark on a fun and daring adventure together or something. Meanwhile, all he could do was just stare, dumbfounded, as she paced around. Honestly, he was sort of half feeling concerned, and the other half, everything else. Did he dare just, celebrate with her? She had good things to say; Maybe she really was happy? But all the same.. the way her ears were held was just a little off.. and the pacing set off a concern in him that he couldn’t even explain.. But was he wrong? How could he know for sure? His head tilted a little, a soft, yet pained love settling into his gaze. Even now she was looking out for him. She knew how people acted. How he was kicked around. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she’d wanted them to, now he was going to leave her behind for them… But no. Here she was, reminding him, keeping him safe. It made his eyes sting just to hear her be so kind. And finally, something that made sense. He could see the turmoil on her face, now that she’d stopped in thought. As his eyes began welling up a little, he simply reached out, and gently took her hand. Something probably no-one in this town had ever done before. He didn’t pull, but kept her hand in his until she came to sit in front of him. Her short, wiry hairs would normally have felt too close to something sharp for him; but.. he knew Cinder. These weren’t monstrous, clawed weapons. Although, they probably could be if she’d wanted. But as long as his eyes were waiting to meet with hers, it didn’t matter. These were Cinder’s hands. And… Oh no. One consistency they had was that Cinder was the strong one, always. And now.. it seemed like she was on the verge of tears. He was too. Listening to her speak now broke his little heart. And, well. There was only one thing for it. Moving now with perhaps the same speed that she had started this reaction with, and zero thoughts about it.. he practically pounced, and threw his arms around her, pulling her in close. “I promise.” He started, voice heavy with meaning. “I won’t change. N-not like that.” Swapping to a near whisper, eyes shut and giving her a little squeeze, he said.. “N-no-one. could make me hate m-my best friend. No matter what.”

She was the strong one. She wanted to be, she had to be strong. And most of the time it was easier to be the strong one. To stand all bold and proud, to make promises of protection and say she was fine and ok with a big smile at her face. Those were much easier, than to let Chester see her cry. After all he’s already done so much for her as it was. Between bringing her food, teaching her his language, keeping her a secret at all! Visiting her…becoming her friend, despite everyone else’s view on her kind. Coming back, each and every time. Cinder could never ask him to take on her tears as well.

As Chester hand her hand her fingers closed around his just as softly. The demon child looked at their hands together. They looked so different. So different that one would think they shouldn’t fit together like they did. Cinder liked it when they held hands, though. It felt nice, made her feel warm. Would this be the last time they got to do this?

Just as Cinder noticed this deflating feeling in her chest, just as she was about to try and straighten back up and carry on somehow for him, Chester hugged her. His momentum rocked the girl back a little, surprising her only for but a second. Before her arms swiftly wrapped around her friend in return. Her tail swooped around, curling up against his side to be as close as possible.

His promise…they seemed to wrap around her as well. Like this large blanket that hid the both of them. It did nothing to stop this large knot forming in her throat, didn’t help the pressure building behind her eyes. Chester won’t hate me, won’t be like them. Cinder thought to herself as she fought back the tears she promised herself to never shed around him. They’ll see, they can be kind like him. Things will be different! He’ll come back and…and…

Her lip quivered, a small soft squeak of a breath escaped her. …He’s leaving…Chester’s leaving… The girl buried her face into his shoulder, trying to pretend that Chester won’t be able to tell what the wetness was there. I-I’m going to miss you…I’ll miss you…so much…Please don’t go, please don’t go…please…

Cinder isn’t sure how long they held each other like that. Could’ve been seconds, could have been hours. She wished they could’ve stayed like that together forever, honestly. And maybe she would’ve tried to, if she didn’t notice the icing that was all around her fingers and hands, now getting all over the back of Chester’s shirt. With a regretful breath, Cinder loosened her hold on her best friend, and let go.

Her sticky hands rested in her lap as she sat back, motioning to them faintly and murmured, “Sorry, I think I got your shirt all dirty.”

#standfortheangels #cinder x chester #;W;#they're just babies!!!#church!au

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"Heeey Michael! Mikey...Mr. Wazowski." Austen let out a small, nervous laugh as he approached the other, "I uh...I got something I wanna tell you because you deserve to know and figure out what you want to do about it, y'know? Anyways - it's not a big deal or anything. Unless it is, but uh, you're the judge of that, huh? Yeah - I mean - I'm totally stalling. Okay. So."

His cheeks are getting redder and redder as he keeps talking, moving and fidgeting his hands as he does, not meeting Michael's eyes "I, um. IIIIII...really, really like you. And its fine! I'm totally fine, I promise. Normal, even, about the whole thing! But uh...you deserve to know. In case it makes you uncomfortable and you wanna like...take a break or something. I mean, I dunno, I totally understand if you do, Haha!"

His voice cracks at the end as he gives Michael an awkward little finger-gun motion, "I can uh - I'm just gonna...go? Yeah? Yeah, that's probably best-"

The drawn out ‘heeeey’ got his attention, smiling at first to see Austen coming over. Though he scrunched up his nose at his very least favorite nickname. “Dude you- Wazowski?” Already moving on Michael chuckled, though softer than his typical sound. Austen was nervous about something, that was easy enough to see. Obviously he’s not gonna call it out. But he does want to give them his full attention for it.

Maybe he can think of something to make them laugh, take some of the tension out of whatever’s on their mind. Or something to just, reassure them. He nodded along, posture open and relaxed as he pat the spot on the couch next to him, offering Austen to sit close. “Hey no worries,” Michael gave them a smile, the kind that promised things were going to be ok. Though, to see Austen this nervous it did make him a little worried, too.

Normally Michael might’ve put his hand over their forehead, tease them about looking like a red lollipop or something. He likes making Austen blush.. But this is serious time, focus! Austen’s trying to tell him something and it’s..!

Those brown eyes blinked. The only reaction for a moment, like he was waiting for Austen to clarify. They like him. No like, really really like. Like, a friend ya? No but that’d only be one really. They used two reallys! Trying to work through the logic that this might be some kind of confession Michael missed some of Austen’s words! Did they say take a break? A break!? He shook his head to clear his thoughts, “No stay!” The words jumped out, the same way his hand jumped over to grab theirs. “How is that the best? That’s the opposite of best that’d be the worst!”

Now Michael’s face was starting to heat up. “I…you like me? As in the like-like type?” Only, the new color to his face only made this growing wide eyed grin even brighter. “You’re serious? We’re not- this isn’t like when we just mess with each other right?” Michael stood up, his other hand taking Austen’s in his, “Tell me your serious, please!”

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Austen really couldn’t believe what he was hearing, and the excitement with which Michael was responding to their confession, returning their feelings. Their brain wasn’t fully computing it, their heart still threatening to beat out of their chest as they listened. They let out a small squeak and a laugh as they were spun, Millie J. making her presence and confusion with all the noise known with a confused and assertive meow. Their own feelings had been going for a long time as well. They couldn’t name exactly when, it was more like one day they made Michael laugh while they were having dinner together, watching some silly movie they’d been roasting, and it just fell into place. How Michael wasn’t afraid to tease and roast them back, how quick witted and open he was, and how accepting he had been of well..everything about them, even their two new ‘roommates’. But despite everything they had…well they had convinced themselves that Michael didn’t want anything more than friendship. Chalking up all the teases and attempts to make them flustered as just a part of the Michael-isms and nothing more.

So now, as Michael’s affection dam burst, Austen’s did too! However, it was in a slightly different way as they danced about. Tears started to well up in their eyes and fall down their cheeks, even as they smiled and laughed in response to every ‘I like you’, finally returning them, “I like you, too! I like you so much, I like everything about you!”

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God Michael could've kept spinning them around for hours it felt like! But even he didn't want them both to get that dizzy right now. Giddy laughs kept falling out of him as they slowed down together. He saw those tears starting to fall Austin's beautiful face. And he looked to him with a gaze he's always kept hidden until now.

Michael held his face so gently, wiping some of those tears away. "We're really dumb arent we?" How long did it take them? Whatever, it doesn't matter anymore. He'd wipe as many tears away as Austen needed, he leaned over and kissed his cheek once, twice, and once more with a peaceful yet joyous sound before holding him close.

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