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welcome, readers! I'm Mae and I write Gabriel imagines and fanfics. // please, feel free to request anything-- I write any kind of imagines and fanfics for every pairing. ☆☆
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Okay, straight to the point: this is my formal goodbye to reader inserts. During the last months I have started to feel less comfortable with writing this kind of fics, and I therefore decided to stop taking requests (at least for a while). I don’t know if this goodbye will be forever; for now, I will stick to normal fics, but… who knows, heh? Future.
Anyway, this has been a very important part of my last year: I have loved writing for you and will always have a good memory of when, instead of following my classes, I just scribbled on my pad, super-happy about my new requests.
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Prompt: anonymous requested #7: “I almost lost you” and josefinethenerd requested #14: “Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
Warnings: torture, blood, violence, Balthazar pops in
Note: hey, look who’s back! ~ i’ve almost finished this school year, so i finally have some time to write. the next one shot is the longest i’ve ever written, so i hope you guys like it! ~
It all happens on a Tuesday.
Sunny. Hot. Not a cloud to be seen in the sky. The kind of weather one would expect to see on the fifteen of August, and surely not at the beginning of March.
That morning, you stumble out of the bed in a hurry, too late in noticing the time your alarm clock is indicating; while you dress quickly in a light, loose flannel and a pair of comfortable jeans, you have to force yourself to ignore Gabriel's requests of affection.
«C'mon, sugar», he mumbles, voice still groggy for the sleep, head immersed in the fluffiness of the pillow. «Get back to bed. I'll get that hunt sorted out later. Who cares».
«I do», you whisper; you lower onto the bed to kiss the archangel on the temple. «Besides, I'll be back before you even wake up again».
«The weather's too good to spend the day hunting some bastards», he tries, again, to convince you; but you're already almost out of your apartment, GPS in a hand, the keys of your car in the other.
The archangel, however, is right: it seems like an ironically inappropriate day to get killed on.
Two hours and twenty-four minutes later you wake up with a terrible headache.
You try to get up from the chair you are sitting on, but – impossible. Your hands and feet are tied tightly to the legs and back of the chair.
Wait a minute. Tied?
Shit.
It takes your tired mind less than a mere second to bring back to attention the faded, distant memory of a conversation you've had, months before, with Gabriel: you'd spent the day cuddled on the couch, talking about supernatural creatures and Gabriel's past, and somehow the subject of safety had gotten on your tongues. «The supernatural world», Gabriel had whispered to you, golden eyes locked to yours in a serious, worried stare, «is never to be trusted, pumpkin. Y'know as well as me that you're one of the best kick-ass hunters around here, but that ain't no reason to, ever, let your guard down».
Now, still half-asleep, your head pounding with ache and slowing down your senses, you finally recognize the truth behind his words: the whole hunt had seemed suspicious from the start, right from when you'd started finding, in an absolutely unbelievable way, traces of creature everywhere you went to search them. And if it hasn't been obvious before, now it is crystal-clear: you've fallen into a trap.
«Wakey wakey, little ape», somebody murmurs, suddenly; you open your eyes, blinking rapidly to adjust to the sudden light.
You seem to be in an abandoned warehouse, completely immersed in darkness if not for a single, intense beam of light, currently aimed onto your figure. In front of you, standing up, a man; muscular, stocky. In his hand he's holding a blade, whose surface reflects rays of light straight into his face. You suspect there are more people hiding into the warehouse, prepared to intervene if you only tried to make a faux pas.
«What the hell is this?», you ask, trying to blink so to adapt better to the unpleasant variations of light; but as soon as you try to move your face towards the other ends of the room, the man that is in front of you uses the side of the blade to redirect your face towards him.
«Eyes on me, slut».
«Don't call me slut».
«I don't think you are in the right position to tell me what to do».
Feeling bile and blood rise into your mouth, you spit on him and he blinks quickly, disgusted, getting away from you in a mere second. A moment later he's by your side again: his hand flies in a swift motion to hit your cheek, one, two, three times. Fucking hell. This is gonna leave a sign, you think, trying to keep yourself from screaming.
«Now, as much as I would like to continue this silly play of yours, I don't really have time for this», the man continues, drawing patterns on your cheek with the tip of the knife. «So tell me. Where's the Archangel?».
«What?». You're confused; during the hunt, you had been sure what you were hunting was a vampire. But since when vampires were interested in angels?
He laughs. «Why the hell do you think we've brought you here? To consume you?». He laughs again, seeing the confusion on your face. «I'm sorry to break this to you, but I'm not a vampire, nor a werewolf. The long teeth never suited me much. I'm a demon», and he starts pressing the tip of the knife harder on your cheekbone, making blood flow down your jaw. «So, tell me. Where is the Archangel?».
You hesitate. If part of you had been, moments before, just about to start praying to the Archangel to get help, the interest of the demon for Gabriel is now starting to give you some doubts. Surely Gabriel could handle a few vampires, or demons, or whatever they are; but you've demonstrated to be dumb already once, and you don't want to cause any more damage than you've already done. What if more and more demons are ready to jump on Gabriel, as soon as he lays the tip of his foot into that room? You don't want to be a cause of danger for him. «Bite me», you reply to the demon; he glances at you, seemingly irritated.
«Okay», he say after a few seconds, clapping his hands together. «Don't wanna cooperate? Fine». Suddenly his face is in front of yours, only a few inches apart. «I'll make you bleed so much he'll be able to hear your screams from miles. And when he comes, you'll both be very, very sorry you didn't comply immediately».
And he dives his knife into your leg.
You lose your awareness of time. Moments seem to dilate or to contract in a totally absurd and unconditional way; seconds turn into hours, hours into seconds. It's almost as if everything, around you, has mutated into pain: pain is trying to look at the bright light that is in front of you; pain is trying to move any of your grazed limbs; pain is thinking, talking, breathing.
Even crying has become painful; but as the demon presses, again, the blade against your nude flesh, you can't help but let out a scream, cry tears that mix to the blood on your cheeks.
«Where. Is. The Archangel», the demon demands, again; but no, no, you're so sleepy and aching and you'd do everything to stop all the pain you've endured, but not this. Anything regarding Gabriel remains trapped in your throat, in your mind, not wanting to be freed.
And so the knife meets your skin again.
You think it's been years when you finally hear it: the flap of wings, the quickened steps, the acute sound of magic – what else could you call the unbelievable powers Gabriel is about to show? - spreading into thin air. In reality, it's merely been a couple of hours: all that it's taken for Gabriel to realize your hunt has taken way too much time, and you haven't been replying to any of his messages.
You're too tired to understand. You think it's your fault: that you unwittingly prayed to him; that now he's in danger, and that it's happened because of you.
You open your eyes. They sting, but you want to see. Gabriel is in the room, and he's burning: burning with rage, and literally. His body seems bigger than usual, as if, like a cat in front of his prey, he'd made his fur stand more upright, in an attempt to scare the adversary. His arms and legs are stretched apart, and his eyes, his eyes! He looks like a fury. Nothing of the sweet, golden color you're accustomed to see is left in his irises. There's only light, now: a blue light that comes out from his eyes and from everywhere in his body, accompanied by a dull hiss. You blink, the light almost hurting your sore eyes, and you swear that, for a moment, you can see the shadow of his wings, glorious and almighty.
«One reason», Gabriel says; it's a whisper, but somehow it's perfectly audible, even from your position. «Tell me one reason why I shouldn't, right in this moment, cut you to pieces».
He's looking straight at the demon; the latter, evidently pretending not to be terrified, smiles slily, playing with the bloody knife in his hands. «All this for a human, Gabriel? Really?».
It's enough.
You can barely hear Gabriel telling you to close your eyes before you feel it. A high-pitched sound, a wave of heat hitting your skin, the movement of air all around you; and then screams, cries, wails. You count seven of them; and then, seven excoriated corpses of demon fall to the ground, dead.
«Y/N».
You open your eyes, and in a bare second he's in front of you, kneeling, cupping your cheeks in his big hands. There's no trace of the ruthless, cold-blooded warrior you've seen just a few seconds before: his grasp on you is tender but agitated; his gold irises dive deeply into yours and then wander onto your body to take notice of your injuries.
«G-Gabriel», you murmur. «'m sorry».
«Oh, Father. Father». Gabriel is trembling, now; his hands caress your cheeks gently while, as out of magic, the ropes that were tying you to the chair disappear, leaving you with bruises. «What for, sweetheart?». His tone is eager; but you, on the other hand, are making a struggle to form coherent sentences.
You're stuttering. «The demons... t-they wanted information about you. I didn't- didn't want you to be in danger. Didn't mean to get you in this».
If his eyes hadn't been already filled with compassion and love, now the whiskey-colored irises well up with sorrow. «I'm sorry», you're just about to repeat; but he stops you by putting a finger on your lips and stroking your hair with his other hand, trembling. «No. No. Don't say it. Don't even mention it». He rises from the ground and lays his forehead against yours. «This is not your fault, and it will never be. Never. I should have foreseen this. I should have protected you. I am sorry. I am so sorry». He kisses your forehead. «God, I could have lost you».
Suddenly, something starts to feel off. You have forgotten, during the last moments, how tired you are; and the tiredness is getting so unbearable that even pain seems to be dulled off, left aside and forgotten like an unimportant thought.
«Y/N?», Gabriel calls you, worried, when your hug on him starts loosening and your eyelids start falling down; he gently taps on your cheek, calls you again, but no, sleep's already bringing you away, the blood loss has made you too weak. «No. No, no, no, no. Y/N? You hear me? Stay awake. Don't you dare fall asleep, pumpkin, alright? Stay with me».
It's too late. You're so tired. You feel arms grasping you, holding you tight; Gabriel's carrying you bridal style somewhere, away from that place of terror, away from the pain and the blood. He keeps calling your name. Doesn't he understand? You just want to sleep. He won't let you sleep...
«Gabriel», you say at a certain point; it feels as if he's disappearing from your world.
«I'm right here». He presses a kiss to your hairline. There's the sound of wings; Gabriel looks away from you and screams something to the wall.
«Get your ass here immediately. You hear me? Now». And then he returns his attention over to you. «Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always». He's terrified. He's shaking hard, and trying to keep you awake, and you are almost certain you can feel his chest rising and lowering in quick movements, as if he was sobbing. He screams again at the wall. What's he doing? He's gonna wake up the whole city. Gabriel shakes you, your lifeless body, your bloodied limbs. But it is too late: sleep carries you away.
There's darkness, and silence.
Then nothing.
It's the second time in a day that you wake up with a headache, and the thing's starting to steam you up.
«Fucking hell».
«The fact that you're already swearing is a true Xanax to the heart, sweetheart».
«Mmh», you reply; you try to open your eyes, but instead of Gabriel, sitting right at your bed-side, you see Balthazar, who's instead at the other end of the room, right in front of you, cleaning blood off of his hands with a towel.
«Balthazar? What the--».
«A simple “thank you” would be okay, mon cher. Kisses are also appreciated as a repayment for saving your life».
Gabriel scoffs. «Alright, Balthazar. Time for you to fly your feathered ass away».
«You're always such a gentleman, Gabriel».
Gabriel rolls his eyes; however, as he winks at his brother, you catch a seed of gratefulness spreading across his face, and Balthazar silently replies with a gesture of his head.
«Would you please explain what's going on here?», you ask.
«Take care, Y/N. Brother»; and, with a flap of wings, he's gone.
You're alone, now, and you take advantage of the moment of silence to take a look at the room you're in. It's a spacious room, bright, with familiar sheets and curtains; you immediately recognize it to be Gabriel's. In an attempt to sit up, your head is hit by dizziness, and you fall down to the cushion, holding down onto the sheets.
«Easy. Easy», Gabriel murmurs, helping you back onto the back; his lips linger on your forehead, gently.
«Gabriel», you say. «What's going on?».
«After you...». Gabriel shakes his head. He's weirdly serious; you've never seen him so preoccupied, so distant from his usual humor. He looks out of character. «I thought I'd lost you, and I didn't have the power to heal you. Used all my mojo to smite those bastards». He chuckles, sadly; then his face brightens again. «Luckily, Balthazar showed up. He's the second best healer of the garrison. Y'know, after Raphael. He did quite a good job-- patched up you just in time. I don't know what could have happened if it wasn't for him».
There was silence for a few moments.
«Thank you», you whispered, and Gabriel laid his forehead against yours, closing his eyes.
«Thank you. For protecting me».
«Why do I get the hint that you're trying not to be mad?».
«Because I am trying not to be mad», he says, but he is chuckling. «But just because you're tired and need rest». His expression turns more serious as he opens his eyes again. «What you did for me... was the kindest thing anybody has ever done for me. But it's also the most reckless thing you've ever, ever attempted to do». He paused. «Hell, I'm an Archangel. I mean, look at those biceps...».
«Gabriel-».
«Alright». He sighed. «I'm honest. I can handle a couple of demons. And even if I couldn't, this doesn't mean you can sacrifice your life for me just like that.
You're never to do anything like that again. You understand?».
«Yup».
«But you aren't gonna promise anything».
«Exactly».
He rolls his eyes, smiling. «Tell me, why do I still stick with you stubborn little thing?». And then he flied away, the sound of his wings echoing in the room.
How many other imagines are you going to make for those prompts? :D
One more is mandatory (I swore I’d write fanfics for the first three prompts I received, and I will do that. My third one will be out soon ~), for the others... I got many prompts, but I still feel like writing in these days. I think I’ll choose from the ones I got after the first three ones, and write my favorite ones! Ofc, I’ll have to decide.If my mood doesn’t change in the next days, expect new stuff to come! ☆☆- Mae
I saw your post from three weeks ago and I just want to let you know that for being a younger age you are an extremely talented writer. I completely understand what you mean about trying to find your own style and writing something and going back and hating it. And I just want you to know that I wish you wouldn't feel that way, because you are SO talented. Keep up the good work, I hope things are going well for you. You'll go far.
Omg, anon, you’re the sweetest. Really, really, really, thank you. This message made my day. You have no idea how much this matters to me. Thank you. I’ll keep this message in my heart. Bless you.- Mae
Prompt: Anon requested #6: “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”. Or, if I was to give an alternate description: you and Gabriel are in love with each other, but won’t admit it. Team Free Will makes you a favour.
Enjoy!
- Mae
If you had to be true, it had been expected.
Not that you were used to find naked men in your bed. Even less if the above-mentioned men’s wirsts and legs were tied to the legs of the bed and the smell of roses was in the air. But having the star of Casa Erotica as a flatmate surely had forced yourself to prepare to similiar scenarios, and you hadn’t had long to wait until you witnessed the event you were so afraid would soon happen:
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
From the position you were in - hidden behind the door, which was only slightly opened so you could see his right leg and arm tied to the bed - you couldn’t see it, but Gabriel shrugged, his shoulders barely moving because of the thight knots that were tied around his wirsts. “I swear that this time it was not my fault”.
“Not your fault”, you repeated, letting your keys fall on the table next to you. Returning from work had never been such a traumatic experience. But then again, it was Gabriel. You never knew what could happen with him around. Had you ever mentioned about the time you’d come home to find your drawers filled with wipped cream?
“So how did you end up naked and tied up to my bed, precisely?”
“Ehrm”, you heard him mumble. “Maybe you should come in”.
You tentatively opened the door, worried of the condition he might have been in.
As mentioned, you would have expected something like this to happen. It’s the least that could happen, with a porn actor living in the same house as you.
What you weren’t expecting was to find his lower abdomen covered in pink roses in a beautiful composition, his neck encircled by a crimson bowtie - the only item of clothing he was wearing - and his face covered by an embarassed smile.
Between his feet, a card:
“Dear Y/N,
We’re tired of seeing you two pretending not to be drooling for each other. You like each other. It’s obvious. Get over it.
Stop chick flicking around, get a room and… remember to use the condom. ;)
Have fun. You’ll thank us later.
Dean, Sam and Cas"
Heythis is weird but I was wondering if (if there are none already) I could request a fic about Gabe catching cold or experiencing allergies? Gabe confused by sneezing, tissues, meds, etc. We have lots of cas ones like that so it's gabes turn I think
Here it is! I'd originally written that on my personal blog, but it's still a thing of mine.If this is not the kind of fic you were searching for, fell free to tell me and I'll write another one! ~- Mae
Prompt: woo-ooh! Smutty smut smut. @finding-beauty-in-my-pain and @firebirdsalvatore asked for #34 and #35: “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to the bedroom” and “Take. It. Off. Now”
Decided not to stick to the usual clichés and to play with the prompts a bit.
There’s more to come! Enjoy.
- Mae
Buying it was a mistake.
Letting him wear it was a even bigger disgrace.
You had to say it: it had started off fairly naturally, and by this means you hadn’t even had time to aknowledge what was going to happen. It was on a early Sunday night that you’d decided to give him the gift; nothing too serious, to be clear, nor too big or too expansive. Just a gift, to make you both laugh. He’d opened the envelope and laughed at the sight of what was inside; a crimson hat, in the style of the ones jesters wore many years ago, furnished of tiny bells at the top of long tails sprouting in different directions.
“Because you always make me laugh”, the card attached to it said; Gabriel had chuckled and thanked you and you had thought the thing was going to finish there.
Apparently, you were wrong.
He had liked the hat way too much. On the next morning you had awoken next to him to the sound of campanels, and you’d found him wearing the thing confidently, as if it was a common thing to do while in the bed with your naked spouse, just to romance up the air after a night of passion. “Bonjour, mon amour”, he’d said, and he’d leant in towards your lips while the little bells on his head had started to chant.
Moreover, it hadn’t stopped there.
He’d wore it for days, and as time moved on you’d started thinking he never took it off: he had it on as he walked into the shower, as he slept, as he went out for groceries. The hat seemed to always be there, together with the four champanels which had started to sound a little bit too annoying for your sleep deprived ears.
And slowy, you’d started to hate it.
It was after only a week that you gave in. Gabriel had organized a romantic dinner in his dining room; roses had been hung everywhere around your heads, their perfume inebriating your nostrils, and their petals had been shed all around the house to the loo, where a hot, fragrant bath was awaiting you, and to the bedroom, were a similiar plesurable experience had beeen set on the soft mattress. The dinner had proceeded in the most romantic way, just as you had imagined, except…
Except for it.
The damn hat.
Gabriel’s arms were currently around you as you spun around in the room, slow music playig from his radio, the smell of roses filling the air. His left hand was on your lower back; the other was resting, gently, on your cheek, and as he kissed you it sweetly started to caress your skin. You let out a moan as his lips trailed to your jaw, to your neck, to your earlobe, stopping there to nibble at the soft skin, to trace a sweet kiss just on the spot he knew you liked…
Drin. Drin. Drin.
The bells of his hat interrupted your moment just as the romance was building in.
You couldn’t stop yourself.
“Take. It. Off”, you groaned, your hands grasping the fabric of his jacket; as Gabriel was slowly reacting your lips crashed to his, your palms reaching for his tie to grab him closer to you. He tasted like strawberries. Like honey. Like him.
And you wanted him. You needed him.
Now. Always. But not with it on.
“Mmhf”, he groaned, desperatly trying to breathe as your lips violently pressed to his, “Are you in a hurry, sweetheart?”
“I think you didn’t understand me”, you mumbled between a kiss and the other, nourishing yourself with his moans as you gently bite his neck. “I want that hat off. Now”.
Gabriel’s hands were immediatly on your cheeks. He grabbed your face, bringing your eyes to his, stopping so your lips were just barely distant from his. He gifted you with a snarky smike, his eyes warm. “Why?”
“Because I hate it. And it’s turning me off. And I won’t allow it”.
He lifted his left eyebrow. The bastard. He wasn’t surpised at all: he perfectly knew that the hat had started to annoy you, but he had kept it on just to win the game. “Ah-ah?”
“Gabriel”, you then murmured, loosing your patience, “If you keep looking at me like that, we won’t make it to the bedroom”.
“Because I’m too hot for you to wait for it?”
“No. Because seriously– if you don’t take off that damn thing, I’m out”.
Gabriel chuckled, but his laughter was short and his expression soon mutated into something different. Rapture and passion filled his golden irises, his pupils widened as the eyes of a predator in front of their favorite prey. His arms engulfed you as he pushed you against the wall, not hard enough to hurt you but surely to manage to set the dominance. His teeth were on your jaw, on your neck, on your chest.
“Please”, he purred against your skin, making you moan. “I could be balancing an alpaca on my head, and I’d still manage to make you scream my name”.
Your eyes met his as he pronounced the last words, dying to take the thing where it needed to be.
“Make me”.
You didn’t even manage to end the sentence. Suddenly you fell onto the mattress and his lips were everywhere on your skin, soothing, caressing, loving you. The hat, in his velvet regality, forgotten on the carpet, its bells singing in the background.
I’m at the seaside and it’s raining and I got nothing to do, so I decided to do the thing. uvu
Send me a number for a fic:
1. “Come over here and make me.”
2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”
3. “Please, don’t leave.”
4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”
5.“Wait a minute. Are you jealous?”
6. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”
7. “I almost lost you.”
8. “Wanna bet?”
9. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
10. “Teach me how to play?”
11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
12. “I think we need to talk.”
13. “Kiss me.”
14.“Hey, I’m with you, okay? Always.”
15. “So, I found this waterfall…”
16. “It could be worse.”
17. “Looks like we’ll be trapped for a while…”
18. “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”
19. “The paint’s supposed to go where?”
20. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”
21. “We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”
22. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”
23. “Just once.”
24. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”
25. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”
26. “I got you a present.”
27. “I’m pregnant.”
28. “Marry me?”
29. “I thought you were dead.”
30. “It’s not what it looks like…”
31. “You lied to me.”
32. “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”
33. “Please don’t do this.”
34. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”
35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”
36. “I wish I could hate you.”
37. “Wanna dance?”
38. “You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”
39. “Hey! I was gonna eat that!”
40. “Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”
41. “You did all of this for me?”
42.“I swear it was an accident.”
43. “YOU DID WHAT?!”
44. “If you die, I’m gonna kill you.”
45. “Tell me a secret.”
46. “Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”
47. “No one needs to know.”
48. “Boo.”
49. “Well this is awkward…”
50. Writer’s preference
(credit to @alwaysbellamyblake)
I will write the first three requests I get (//if// I get any, ofc ahaha) and if I get more than three, I will write more if I find the time. :D
Prompt:HP Crossover. Gabriel and the reader are in Snape’s DADA class (reader is a hunter and Gabriel is still an angel) and they are discussing vampires. Slytherin!Gabriel and Gryffindor!Reader are just spectating the class until Snape calls Gabriel. He gives him what he wants in his own loveable way and Y/N makes a snarky comment. Then gives the Hunter version! Long story short they get detention and find Snape is a hunter.
Exstimated readig time: 9 minutes, 48 seconds
Warnings: swearing, mentions of a light aggression (but nothing too bad)
Author’s note:This request definitely took too much because of a series of problems that forced me to delay its publishing for months. Until now! ~
I hope it was worth the wait. I’m terribly sorry for being late and for any grammar mistakes, since English is not my mother tongue! uvu
- Mae
“Considering what I just explained to you it is clear that, given your inexperience and inability to accomplish the simplest tasks, you would hardly survive a fight against vampire. It’s then of remarkable importance that you, at least, learn to recognize them, and to stay as much distant from their filthy hands as your limitations allow you to do”.
From the bottom of the room, sitting on your chair with a hand sustaining your head, barely paying attention to the lesson Snape was conducting, you sighed. It was a tiepid afternoon of an October’s Monday, one of those days where you’d been surprised when you’d managed to get off the bed, and the more time you spent in Snape’s class, the more your hunter instinct made you want to run away from the window.
Every single bit of information he’d been giving, in fact, had been completely and remarkably incorrect.
You had to admit it: you wouldn’t blame him. Probably, as a student, he had received incorrect informations, brought from lasting traditions, and he had believed them until now. But the mere thinking that any of the kids in your class could have met a vampire in the future and tried to treat them as he described terrified you.
You sighed and went back to your notes. Surely you had more chances to survive a vampire attack, given your experience, but you wouldn’t have passed the test unless you studied the subject at Snape’s conditions.
Suddenly you heard a light chuckle coming from your right and your attention was again drawn away from the lesson. You turned around to see a Slytherin of your year giggle at something, clearly not wanting to follow Snape’s lesson in its turn. There was something of him, something remarkably difficult to describe, something that just drove your attention to him. Was it his catching golden eyes, the way his hair curled under his ears, the fact that his desk was completely empty of any scholastic supply? You weren’t sure. But certainly, it wasn’t common for a Slytherin to disregard a lesson of his own mentor, and Snape noticed that too.
“Novak”, he murmured with his glacial voice, “Would you mind telling us all what’s so funny about the lesson?”
The guy shook his head, his eyes low on his desk. When he spoke, his voice resounded deeply but rhytmically, as the notes of a lullaby. “Nothing, sir. Excuse me”.
“Then you surely won’t mind to remind us what you’ve learnt about vampires during the week”.
You looked at him with the corner of your eyes as he slowly stood up, his chair somehow not making a sound against the wood of the old pavement as it slided back, and for a moment you thought he was going to keep silent, or to say something wrong. A part of you was hoping that he would have said the same words you’d been longing to pronounce for the last week, but then again, you knew it was almost impossible for him to know the rules only experienced hunters would have the good fortune to assimilate.
Certainly, giving his snarky scene in the last minutes, you weren’t expecting him to pronounce the exact words Snape was longing to hear.
“Vampires are very lonely creatures”, he started off, his voice deep and charismatic. “It’s very unlikely that more than one vampire lives in the same area.
Vampire rely exclusively on human blood and animal blood, for the sake of their health, cannot be added to their diets.
Crosses or holy water will make them instantly burn, as their reflection in a mirror.
It is unclear where they came from, but it is of popular belief that they originated by a illness spread by rats”.
You were absolutely speechless. Not only he had disappointed you - you were absolutely bored and really longing to witness some action of any kind, but apparently the thrillest adventure of the day would have been Snape’s slicky and oily hair - but also did that in a terribly nonchalant and charismatic way, just as if he’d started laughing just to provoke Snape and then show off his knowledge.
Certainly, you’d have paid to see his reaction if he ever found out his so called erudition was completely fake.
You sighed, your eyes rolling, your fingers beating nervously on the table. Snape’s eyes were immediatly on you.
“Yes, (Y/L/N)?”
“Oh, come on”, you said out loud, surprised when Snape didn’t immediatly understand the reason of your nervousness . “This is all bullshit. If you keep studying this, you’ll all die”
Snape made to protest, but Novak quickly cut in. “Ah, so you say? And what exactly is the, uh, correct version?”
“For starters, vampires nest in big groups of a dozen or more–”
“Such a nice company”.
“– and many of them actually stopped drinking human blood for the sake of morality–”
He rolled his eyes. “Of course, Twilight”
“Most of all, the origin of the vampires is known. They all originated from one person, called the Alpha Vampire”
Now, while the first two sentences had not particularly invested him, at the sound of your words he seemed to jump up as if rewoken from a weird dream. His eyes grew bigger and his eyebrows arched as a mask of confusion fell over his face. “How did you–”
It was just then that Snape lost his patience. He jumped up from his seat, a hand of his placed on the table and supporting him, the other pointing the door.
“ENOUGH!”
The detention room was empty if not for two kids. One was a Hufflepuff, of your year or a year older, currently busy fighting with a strand of hair that kept falling onto his forehead; the other was a tiny Ravenclaw girl, whose small size allowed her to barely reach the table, who seemed absolutely angry about being where she was and kept grunting at her notes.
“Well, thank you!”, you shouted while you walked in, angry at Novak even though a major part of the fault for being there was yours; the Slytherin, though, had spent the entire path to the detention room with a snarky smile printed on his face, and it had completely influenced your nervousness.
“Stop pretending to be angry at me, lollipop”, he simply said. “If it weren’t for me, you’d still be there in Snape’s class, listening to his so called bullshit”.
You rolled your eyes. “Merci, mon chevalier”. The Hufflepuff suddenly turned around as he overheard his words, and you could tell the little girl was trying to secretly listen to your discussion too. Novak seemed to notice that and immediatly his face fell.
Suddenly, his right hand clasped your forearm and you were pressed into a tiny space behind a cupboard, the Slytherin’s breath hovering onto you as he tried to hide you both from the ears of the other students.
“What in the name of Merlin are you doing?”, you protested, fighting the urge to swear.
Gabriel ignored you. “How did you know that?”, he asked, his eyes trailing quickly to a side to the other of the room, him fearing that other people would hear your confession.
“Know what? Jesus, just–”. You tried to get away from his grip, but he didn’t want to let you go.
“C'mon!”, he whispered, and you felt his warm breath on your skin. “You know what. The vampires. How did you know that? Uh?”
“That’s none of your businness. Let me go. You’ll better”.
Your mind was at this point trying to bring up every little piece of information you could remember about getting away from a situation like that. You’d been trained well; your family was close to the Winchesters and it wasn’t rare for you to join the hunts they went on. Your age, however, didn’t help in this case, and despite his short height the Slytherin seemed to be way stronger than you.
You weren’t prepared for what was going to happen.
Suddenly something slipped from Novak’s sleeve, proceeding gently across his hand and then resting its tip just above your abdomen. At first you thought it was his wand– it was the most common thing a Hogwarts’ student would take out to help himself. Upon closer inspection, though, your eyes laid on a silvery surface, slightly shiny, and your body immediatly tensed when it recognised what was in his hand.
A blade.
“No more tricks, now, sweetheart. What are you? A werewolf? A shapeshifter? A demon? Tell me. Or I’ll kill you in prior”.
You blood completely froze in your veins. That was bad. Really bad. You’d left your wand in the class and your hunter weapons were distant, safely tucked in under your mattress. What was in your mind when you’d decided to hide them, thinking that you’d be safe at Hogwarts even without holy water and salt? You were going to get killed if you didn’t immediatly find a way to make him believe you.
“I’m a freaking hunter!”, you just shouted, hoping sincerity would work, your hands rising above your head in a sign of benevolence, “Okay?”
“Oh”.
Novak seemed to wake up from a dream. He froze, his grip on your arm slowly lessening more and more, and his pupils grew back to a normal size. The blade he was holding fell to the ground.
It was too late, though, because somebody else had already heard you and was currently standing in front of you.
“EXPELLIARMUS!”, Snape shouted, and Novak’s blade immediatly flew away from his feet and was safely hidden into Snape’s pocket. The Slytherin was completely paralyzed, both from fear and for magic, as Snape had quickly casted a spell on him that caused his limbs to be restrained by invisible chains and his tongue to loose the power to speak. You too were hit by a spell, which sent a strong pain in your abdomen, and even if Snape had tried to make it look like an accident you were almost sure he’d hit you in the purpose of getting rid of your presence.
“(Y/L/N)”, Snape breathed, his wand and eyes never ceasing to be pointed at Novak, “Go to Madame Pompfrey. Now”.
“I’m fine”, you objected. To be true, you felt a little bit shaken, as due to your own age you had never been in such danger without your family or the Winchester being there to support you. However, the behaviour of the Slytherin had made you curious, and you couldn’t help but decide to stay there.
He had seemed relieved when he had found out of your profession, so it was obvious that he knew about the people like you. Moreover, his behaviour had let you understand that he was keen on fighting only threathening creatures, so he couldn’t have been more dangerous to you than a normal student would. Or could he?
Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Snape’s voice. “I can recognise a blade when I see it. I know who you are, angel”, he whispered, his eyes staring at the student’s. His words seemed confident and, for a moment, ensured you not to be afraid. You were therefore absurdly terrified, though, when Novak nonchalantly snapped his fingers and started strolling around the tiny space, as if no spell was ever casted on him.
Hadn’t him been imprisoned and silenced just seconds before? You and Snape watched in horror as the blade, which had rested untouched into Snape’s pocket until moments before, now gently came back to Novak’s hands as a boomerang. The student grasped it and started tracing patterns on the silvery surface, tenderly and with the tip of his fingers, as if scared of breaking or ruining it.
“It appears you don’t really know me enough, Agent Cobra”, he said, his voice calm and steady.
Suddenly, it hit you as a flooding river.
His name was Gabriel.
How could you have forgotten it? Everything in your mind cleared up and suddenly made sense, as if the pieces of an intricate puzzle had finally found their places.
“Gabriel”, you murmured, staring at the man. “As in… the Archangel?”.
As you spoke, a shiver crossed the path through your back and you had to restrain yourself to not run away in fear. The guy that was standing in front of you was an Archangel, and was probably older than your whole planet.
Gabriel, on the other hand, seemed to notice your fear and smiled at you, reassuringly. “Ya got me, pumpkin. And by the way, I hope you’ll forgive me for my terrible behavior before– hunting my Dada’s secret tests should be my job, but ’m getting old and it’s becoming difficult to recognize the bad ones from the ones I should protect”. He wiggled his eyebrows at you. “And my antenna always goes off when I see such beautiful people anyway”.
You blushed and Gabriel winked at you. Snape, though, was of a different opinion.
“I’m a hunter”, he stated, his face covered by a mask of pride. “I can recognize an Archangel when I see one. And you sure are far from even aspiring to be one”
This time you had to hold onto the closest shelf to not faint.
Snape… was a… hunter?
Suddenly your vision started to blur as your head was spinning, put on hard test by the recent news. Moreover, the pain in your abdomen was becoming harsher as seconds passed, and surely it didn’t help you keep your focus.
Gabriel, who was close to you, gently grabbed your elbow to prevent you from slipping onto the wooden pavement.
“Woah, there”, he murmured, and he secured you by letting you rest your shoulder on his chest. Normally, giving the fact that you had just met him, that he had just tried to kill you and that he was a goddamn archangel, whose existence you didn’t even believe until now, you would have hardly done something like that. But the experience had drained you both physically and mentally, and currently you weren’t really in the mood for fainting, so you let him help you. “Maybe it’s really better to bring you to Madame Pompfrey. I’ll walk you there. And regarding you”, and saying this Gabriel pointed at Snape, “Good for you. Don’t believe the marvellous and stunning Archangel that’s standing on your path. But if you find yourself pregnant with the new Messiah, just know that I ain’t coming to sooth your preggers belly. I’ll send Raphael, and you’ll regret this”.
Snape didn’t answer, instead choosing to gulp and to lower his wand. Gabriel sent him a snarky grin and then returned his attention to your figure. “Now, before they patch you up… fancy a butterbeer?”
(hp anon) Don't feel bad about taking about posting the one shot (this blog is a hobby and you should be happy and confident posting your work) I know the feeling of being insecure about your work (I'm currently working on my book but I haven't been satisfied with what I've written so it just sits on my computer unfinished) so please don't feel bad it's natural and I'm sure you'll look back when your rich and famous and think of how much you struggled and how with while it was ☆〜（ゝ。∂）
oh mY GOD YOU ARE SO KIND THANK YOU SO MUCH. *hugs you really thight* really. it means a lot. and maaaaan, I feel you about the book thing. Mine has been a wip for almost four years and this is the ninth time I try to rewrite mine. possibly it will be the final one x'Dgood luck w/ your book! keep up your good work. and thank you so much again ☆☆- Mae
New shot queued for tonight! Here’s the prompt that inspired it:
HP Crossover. Gabriel and the reader are in Snape’s DADA class (reader is a hunter and Gabriel is still an angel) and they are discussing vampires. Slytherin!Gabriel and Gryffindor!Reader are just spectating the class until Snape calls Gabriel. He gives him what he wants in his own loveable way and Y/N makes a snarky comment. Then gives the Hunter version! Long story short they get detention and find Snape is a hunter.
I was promised 7 parts of true colors and now I'm kinda disappointed I won't get them
I understand the reason you're upset and recognize that I should have published those last three shots. for this, i apologize deeply. i really am so sorry.however, i also recognize that i'm a human being.i have little experience as a writer and still haven't settled a style yet, which made me think a lot about what i write lately.i have been fighting with my thoughts and my disgust for my own work for months, and even publishing the few shots i posted was a difficult issue and i suffered tremendously for it. every time i re-read a shot i want to delete it. this is a common problem, but i'm weak and unexperienced and i'm having a hard time getting through it. so i'm sorry if i'm not posting as much as i wanted: i'm doing my best.ultimately, please remember that, even if i love writing a lot, i don't get paid for this, so i must submit this blog to other stuff. i'm only 17 and i work and i study, so it's very difficult for me to concentrate on this too.i hope you can forgive me.
I requested a crossover (with hp I think) a while back I was wondering when that would be up N-no Rush though take your time I don't want to impose
hello!! first of all so sorry for this absurd delay (i'm behaving terribly ;i'm really so so sorry ;^;) and thank you for being kind-- not all followers, sadly, do that. *hugs*i remember your request well bc i actually wrote that! i'm quite worried about it tho, bc lately ((and i mean: in the last year)) i've been kinda insecure about my works and i was embarassed to publish it and decided to delay it. (((kinda what happened with true colors too)))but this request is sooo old and you deserve your fic, so i'll go edit it and publish it soon. for good, this time, i hope. c:sorry again lovely! have a good day <33- Mae
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