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[fangirl-faye]

Right in front of you

Here is my Story for the Writing Challenge by @supernaturalmagines . In this Story is a little Quote from the 50 Shades of Grey Books. I chose Balthazar as my Character and I hope you enjoy this little shot as much as I will enjoy writing it.  Again, checked by @rockingmotherhood  Thanks for that again <3 

The Quote is “My very small inner goddess sways in a gentle victorious samba.”

I decided to go with the classic Soulmate shit… Like seeing the Wings of an Angel and stuff.  

Pairing: BalthazarxReader

Characters: Reader, Balthazar, Sam, Castiel, Dean

Warnings: Fluff, smut (mentioned), Quote from 50 Shades of Gray (Yes that could be very triggering), Wings (Wing!Kink probably a little bit)

Summary: You and the Winchester meet Balthazar for the first time. And you know probably a bit too much for his liking.

The lighter fell to the ground and the man stood there in the middle of the ring of holy fire. And as expected: He complained. You sighed. “And don’t” he turned, facing you “don’t do that. You have no reason to be annoyed. This is MY house, I earned it. And I just wanted to live a normal, as normal as possible, life.” “Then why did you claim the boy’s soul?” you smiled teasingly. “Why not? Come on. It was just a boy. Let me go.” “Balthazar” Castiel interfered quickly as you wanted to give a snippy response “I believe you know that we want you to break the contract and give the little human his soul back.” Balthazar sighed but he knew better and snipped his finger. “Happy? Yeah? Because I am not. And now let me go.” Dean turned and looked at you and you nodded. It was for them to leave the house and go back to the impala, waiting outside for you and to let Balthazar go just to join afterwards. “I walk back to the motel, Dean. Meet you there, okay.” He looked at you and raised an eyebrow but knew better than to ask and followed Sam and Castiel, who already left the house. You often made strange, spontaneous decisions and that was just one of these. And he knew that even you hadn’t an explanation for these moments. It was just like that. Soon you heard the sound of the engine outside but you never stopped checking on the Angel in front of you. He was a bit, just a tiny bit smaller than Castiel. So still taller than you. You were extremely small compared to the boys. But that didn’t matter. You were still a hunter and just as good as the boys themselves. Sometimes you were even better. Being small has its advantages. Getting through holes in walls or floors. Where the boys were too big you were small enough to fit through. Nevertheless, the Angel in front of you now pouted. “Well. You let me out of here? I don’t have all day, you know. I am busy.” “Yeah, yeah, sure. I bet you are” you answered bored, turning around and smiling to yourself. “What do you want? Come on. If you want to make a deal, I’ll do it. I mean… you have a beautiful and bright soul, plus you are a Winchester. I would gladly take it.” “Oh cut it. I don’t want a deal. I need to know something from you.” “Sure. Feel free to ask as long as you let me out of here.” He was desperate. You could feel that even if he tried to remain calm and bored around you. You turned around and walked around him, he followed you with his eyes. You saw he was nervous. Slowly you pulled a bigger flask out of your pocket and opened it. Pouring the water over the fire you looked straight into the Angels eye. Taking a step forward you smiled. “Do you know, that I can see these?” you asked, brushing over the big wings behind him “and did you also feel what I felt? Do you feel… complete now that I am standing right in front of you?” He inhaled sharp and cursed under his breath. “Stop touching my wings.” “But I know you like it. And it feels good if I do that, right, my mate” you whispered teasingly. 

And within a blink of an eye, Balthazar was gone.  You smirked and smiled. You knew about all this soulmate stuff. You had talked to Castiel for a long time when you met and asked him all about Angels and what there was to know. He told you about how Angels were “born”, how they were raised. That each Angel gets an Archangel by his side to teach him how to use his powers. He told you about Gabriel being his teacher. How Gabriel taught him everything and then he vanished to earth. He also told you about angelic history, the creation of the earth. And about Soulmates.  How nowadays, since Earth was created, some angelic graces fell apart and became human souls. Powerless.  Broken.  But every angel had a counterpart. A mate. And these connections never broke, not even when the grace did.  So some Angels got humans as their Soulmates. He knew that one reason for Lucifer’s hate against humanity was, that his soulmate was one of the Angels, who broke and his mate never remembered him. He blamed his father and humanity itself. 

“They are broken. Flawed. Abortions.” 

He referred to these graces. Those which wander, always reborn. They were born, lived and died. And born again to live and die again. And again. And again. A never ending circle. And you also knew, that some Angels sometimes find their mate in a human again. And once they mate, they will always find each other again and never forget about each other. Even if the human dies. As soon as he’s reborn, he knows about his mate and will wait for him to return, mostly to get married again, just as in the life before. When two parts are not mated yet, the human will recognize his soulmate. He will be able to see his wings. He and no one else. And the angel will see his sign on the humans’ soul. The engraving that shows every other angel, that this grace/soul is his and he will do everything to claim it. These parts are made for each other. And that’s why you felt better, each step closer to Balthazar. And something pulled you towards him. An invisible force. At first, you were a bit scarred, confused. But as he stood there, in front of you with these beautiful wings. And the way he looked at you. Confused and scarred but also so soft and… somehow caring, you knew you found your angelic counterpart. Your very small inner goddess swayed in a gentle victorious samba. You never thought that would happen one day. Not after Castiel told you, weeks after this long history lesson as you like to call it, that you were a broken grace. Now you stood in this mansion and smiled happily. The Vessel of your soulmate was definitely good looking. “Cas? Hey. Could you pick me up? I need to talk to you. It’s important” you prayed and you heard the flutter of wings behind you. “I thought you wanted to walk back?” Castiel asked, slightly confused. You smiled and turned around. “I need to know how to summon Balthazar.” “Why?” now he was really confused. “I just found my soulmate”, you grinned and Castiel looked at you with wide eyes. “You mean you are Balthazar’s…?” You nodded. “I felt complete when he stood in front of me, I saw his wings. And he saw it. When I confronted him, he vanished.” Castiel nodded understanding. Then he took your hand and the both of you sat in the backseat of the Impala. “I think we just found a way to get more information from Balthazar if we need.” Castiel said and Sam and Dean jumped. “Cas! Damnit. How often do I have to tell you to stop that?” “Sorry Dean.” “But Dean. He is right.” “Why should we need the help of this douche?” “I don’t know, Dean. But we can keep that in mind” you just said and you saw his ‘well-i-think-you-are-right-face’ in the mirror. The rest of the ride was filled with you and Dean singing along old rock songs. None of the boys asked why you just changed your mind and asked Castiel to pick you up. Soon you were back at Bobby’s House and you left the Impala. Happily you left the car, just to run into someone… or something. “What the hell, Balthazar?” you heard Dean and blinked, just to see you ran right into his outstretched wing. He looked at you with an unreadable facial expression and then he turned towards the Winchesters and his brother. “I think I have to borrow your human sister for a while, if you don’t mind.” And with that he grappled your hand and you vanished. “Son of a Bitch. What is he doing to our sister?” Dean looked at Castiel but the Angel didn’t reply. He didn’t know how.

Meanwhile you stood at a cliff somewhere in Great Britain, looking how the sun disappeared, sinking into the blue sea. A slight cool breeze made you shiver and you rubbed your arms. “Sorry. Didn’t think about the temperature here in Eastbourne.” He slipped out of his jacket and laid it over your shoulders. “Thanks” you whispered and smiled lightly. You didn’t know why but in his presence you felt safe and protected. Loved. And you felt like you belonged by his side. “So… how did you know? I… we… we never….” Suddenly he seemed shy and insecure. Cute, as you thought. “Castiel told me about Soulmates and Angels a few years back.” The other Angel nodded. “So… you immediately…?” You nodded as well. The both of you sat there, watching the sun set. It got colder and soon his jacket wasn’t enough. “Okay. I am jealous. You never feel cold or hot” you whispered under your breath and he chuckled. “You cold?” “A bit” you admitted and smiled lightly. His wings wrapped around you and pressed you a bit closer to him, making your smile grow. “I totally forgot how calming your presence is, Y/N” he whispered and placed a small kiss on your head “it’s been so long since you broke and your grace fell down and became human. I thought I will never see you again. So many humans on this earth and everyday more souls come and some go. And I never knew where to look. I am grateful that you found me. That you came back to me. Thank father, I felt so lost without you.” A single tear rolled down your cheek. “One day. I swear to god, one day I will remember how it was when I was an angel. And as soon as I remember it, I will tell you how beautiful our time was” you smiled and looked him into his eyes. Darkness surrounded the both of you, just the stars in the sky and the bright moon behind you lightened the world up. But that didn’t matter to the both of you. You found yourself on his lap after a while, snuggling against his chest, yawning. Checking the time on your phone, you saw that it was already 10 pm in America and you nudged Balthazar lightly. “Can you bring me back? I bet Dean is furious and I am tired.” His wings around the both of you opened and disappeared after a while. “Sure, love. I will bring you back. But promise me one thing, before I do so. Be my mate. Let me be your human boyfriend. And let me take care of you and let me look after you. We don’t have to mate soon, but…” your lips on his made him shut up. “I’d love to. Believe me. And every time I need you, I will pray to you. No matter if I am in danger or just want to be with you, okay” you smiled afterwards and with that promise the both of you stood up and only seconds later you were back In Bobby’s front yard. “Boooooys. I am back” you called and leaned against Baby. The door opened and Sam stood in the doorframe. “England? Really?” “You tracked my phone?” “Angel snatching you away and not even Castiel wanted to tell us what happened or why? Sure we did. And be glad I am here. If Dean would have heard you calling and he” Sam pointed at Balthazar who still held your hand “would still be there… he would probably try to kill him.” You giggled and nodded. You were aware of that. “Take your hands off her, you… you… bitch” you turned around and a slightly drunk Dean stood behind you, Angel blade in his hand. “Seriously?” you sighed and let go of Balthazar’s Hand before planting a kiss against his cheek and whispering “You should go. I’ll talk to them tomorrow. I’ll call for you if I need you.” He nodded and then he was gone. The days went by and as promised you had told your brothers EVERYTHING. From the Wing and Soulmate thing to everything you and Balthazar had talked about in England. And that you really wanted him to be with you. That you really wanted that. At first, they were sceptical. And you were fine with that. You didn’t want it somehow else. That showed you, they still cared. But after a few hunts, where Balthazar’s help saved you a few times from being killed, they were fine with your relationship. A few months later, you mated. It was a rough hunt, a witch, that had cursed you and you were forced to tell the truth for the next 24 hours. And you told Balthazar that you were scared. You were scared, you could die and he would never find you again but also you were scarred that he would become tired of you. And his lips against your skin slowly took the fears away. When he stopped he took your hands and whispered “I will never become tired of you. I never became tired of searching for you. I will never let you go again. And I promise you to claim you as my mate as soon as this awful bloody spell is over.” And you had cried against his shoulder, talking about everything you normally buried inside yourself. The fears of losing your brothers. The fear of losing him. Losing Bobby, failing. And when you woke up you laid on his chest and his wings were wrapped around the both of you like a cocoon. And as promised he made love to you. And the both of you connected your bond for eternity. The night you mated the first time you experienced that his wings were sensitive, just like Castiel had told you. And you knew how to touch his wings, like you hadn’t done anything else your whole life. By the second you climaxed your back started burning and it felt like a pair of wings spread out of the skin between your shoulder blades. And that was exactly what had happened. When the both of you came down and he collapsed on you you saw a big pair of wings wrapping around the both of you. “What is that?” you whispered and looked at the feathers. He smiled and stroke them lightly and you shivered on this new but somehow known feeling. “They are beautiful” he whispered “I missed them. I heard this always happens when an angel mates with a human. For the time of the climax, the bond between the lovers becomes so strong that even the human is able to materialize his wings. They will be gone again soon, but it’s comforting to see them again.” Years had passed and you sat in the bunkers library next to each other, you doing some research for your next hunt. The boys were still gone, working on a vampire nest a few towns over. You already found a new, important case a few STATES over. So you already started researching what it could be, when Balthazar stood up and walked towards the kitchen. “Beer?” “Sure” you answered casually and smiled. The golden Ring on your finger made you smile. Suddenly a thought crossed your mind. “Balthi? When I die…” “Don’t. I don’t want to talk…” “Stop. I need to ask you something important. DON’T interrupt me” you laughed at his sad expression. He never wanted to talk about it. He knew you would die sooner or later (rather later) but he never wanted to even think about it. “Okay” he sighed “go on.” “When I die, I will be reborn, right? That means I won’t become a spirit” he nodded and a questioning look was on his face “Then promise me one thing.” “Everything” “Take the ring from my dead body. And when you found me again, give it to me. And even if I have to wear it as a necklace. I always want to have this one ring. Forever. Just like it says here” you point at the Enochian letters on your ring, standing for the word “forever”. He smiled and for the first time in forever you see small tears forming in his eyes. “I will, my love. And I will come for you, as soon as I feel your soul back on earth. I love you.” You smiled and kissed him gently. “I love you too” you turned back to the computer in front of you “and now help me with his bloody monster. I have no clue what it could be.” He chuckled and grappled a book from the stack on the table. “I see what I can do.”

[idgitimaginer]

Imagine giving Balthazar a pineapple for Christmas and him thinking it’s perfect

[supernatural-imagine-oneshot]

Change of Plans

BalthazarXReader

Request: Hi! Amazing blog, by the way, I LOVE your work! Could you maybe do an imagine/oneshot where when Balthazar goes to prevent the Titanic from sinking, he meets a girl on board who recognizes him as an angel and he becomes fascinated and ends up forgetting to save the ship so it hits the iceberg anyway but he saves the girl. Bonus if he brings her back to the modern age. Fluff and angst (when he's frantically searching for her after the shop starts sinking)? Thanks!

Request: Could you write one were the reader is super shy and dorky and quite ,but falls in love with Balthazar but think he doesn't like her back and one day there out and these people start bullying her and she's clise to tears and he like saves her and in the end the date?sorry I just friggin love you're blog

You wanted to whine and complain, to beg to stay on land- safe, sturdy land. Instead, you kept your mouth shut, and followed your mom and dad onto the death trap that was all anybody could talk about.

“The Titanic is the biggest ship! It’s unsinkable! Only the richest can get a ride!”

You didn’t care!

You were grateful for you parents, grateful for the life you’d been given, but just because you had the money to go on horrifying ships, didn’t mean you had to.

“Are you excited?” Your mom asked, linking her arm through yours.

You gave her a nod and a tight smile. You didn’t have the heart to tell her you’d been dreading this trip since your father mentioned it.

“There will be plenty of men for you to meet. Perhaps a prospective husband?” She added, as if that were a selling point.

You only nodded again. Your mom just didn’t understand that you weren’t good at talking to new people. It didn’t matter if they would make a great husband, you’d just be a stuttering mess, and you refused to subject yourself to that. 

All you wanted to do on this trip was read, and look at the ocean.

“Darling, please wear that lovely blue dress you have,” your mom requested, sticking her head into your room. “That Wilmington boy will be at dinner, and I’d love for you to make a good first impression.”

“Sure,” you sighed. She flashed you an excited smile, then ducked out of your room.

Did you want to wear the blue dress? No. Did you want to go to dinner with all your parents friends? No. Were you doing all this stuff regardless? Of course.

You slipped on the blue dress then left to find your parents in the dining hall.

You’d been on the Titanic for a few days now, and you had already read a quarter of the books you’d brought. You were scared you’d run out of books before the trip ended.

“Y/N!” Your dad called for you, standing up and waving you towards the table. Everybody was dressed to impress, the men wore tuxes, the women poofy dresses that were similar to yours. 

“Everybody, this is my daughter, Y/N,” your mom said. You felt the blood rush to your cheeks as everybody shifted their attention to you. 

“Um, Hi-llo,” you said, cringing. Either say hi, or say hello. Pick one! You chided yourself.

“Sweetie, sit here,” your mom suggested, patting the empty seat between her and Lawrence Wilmington, the boy you were dress so nicely for. Subtle.

You sat down and everybody else resumed their conversation. Laughter was shared, stories told. You kept your head down the whole time.

“I like your dress,” Lawrence said quietly to you.

“Thanks,” you replied, lightly dragging your fork across your now-empty plate.

“Blue is my favorite color.”

You nodded in acknowledgment.

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

“Sorry,” you said, placing your fork down and finally looking at him. “I’m a bit shy.”

“So I noticed,” he laughed. “Maybe we could hang out tomorrow, where we can be without so many people.”

Well, there go your plans of reading all day.

“Oh, um, okay,” you agreed, forcing a smile.

“Terrific.” Then Lawrence turned away from you, and jumped back into the table’s conversation.

“I’m going for a walk,” you whispered to your mom. You stood up before she could say anything more, and left the dining room.

The sun had set, leaving the sky a blanket of twinkling lights. There was a cool breeze, one that carried the smell of sea salt to your nostrils.

You leaned against the railing, and let the soft sway of the ship relax you.

Balthazar hated the Titanic. He hated Kate Winslet, despised Celine Dion, and was just annoyed by Leonardo DiCaprio’s acting career. So, the obvious solution? Make sure The Titanic never crashes, so those people never become famous.

Simple enough.

Balthazar flew to the Titanic, and landed on the deck. It was night, and most people were either in their cabins or in the dining hall.

Except for one person.

You.

You let out a long sigh and decided to go back to your cabin, crawl into bed, and read. You turned around, expecting to see a clear deck, but you were surprised to see a man standing in the center, looking right at you. But that wasn’t what had gotten your attention.

This man was glowing. 

He looked like a normal man, except for a strong aura that surrounded him. Your breath caught in your throat, and you unknowingly took a step forward, too interested in the ‘man’ to know what you were doing.

“Can I help you?” The man asked with a British accent. His voice thrummed with power.

“You’re an angel,” you stated, tilting your head curiously.

He wasn’t expecting that. In three long strides the man was in front of you. His eyes went over your face, a frown etching over his lips. You glanced down at his arm and saw that he now held a long silver blade. An angel blade, you remembered.

“How do you know?” He demanded, voice low and threatening.

“I-I can see,” you said, taking a step away from him. You’d never been threatened by an angel before.

“See what? My wings?”

“No, your aura.”

The angel stared at you for a moment, then stepped back, and slid his blade into his sleeve.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out. “I, uh, I’ve only met one other angel, and he told me about my ability.”

“And why can you see that I’m an angel?”

You gave him a noncommittal shrug.

He let out a long sigh, and ran his hand through his hair as he looked at you. “I’m Balthazar.”

“Nice to meet you,” you said, fidgeting under his gaze. “I’m Y/N.”

“Well, Y/N, I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anybody I was here.”

You nodded dumbly, glancing over the angel’s shoulder. You could see your parents leaving the dining hall, no doubt to go to bed. If they saw you talking to a man, you’d never hear the end of it.

“Oh, hide me!” You pleaded using the angel’s body as a barrier between you and your parents.

“Excuse me?”

“If my parents see me talking to you their imaginations will run wild,” you explained. “I don’t need to be badgered about the attractive stranger I was talking to.”

“Attractive?”

You felt the blood rush to your cheeks, and you risked a glance up at the angel’s face. He was looking at with a mixture of amusement and mischief. “I, uh, well... Sorry, I’m not good with new people. I mean, angels!” You wanted to just throw yourself off the boat.

“Come with me,” he insisted, offering you his arm. You looked at your parents once more, and noticed that your parents hadn’t seen you, but they could at any moment. In a slight panic, you accepted the offer, and Balthazar dragged you away from your parents’ view.

“Where are we going?” You asked as he led you down a flight of stairs.

“To find a nice ale and relax.”

“I don’t drink,” you said, walking into a large, empty room.

“Well, I do.”

“Um, maybe I should just go back to my room,” you said, still following the angel into the room, towards a pantry.

“That’s no fun,” he argued, dropping your arm and motioning for you to sit at a small table.

“I think it’d be plenty of fun,” you said, sitting down.

“What would you even do?”

“Read.”

“Read what? I’m much better company than some book.”

“Well, I was going to start reading The Jungle or maybe The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, I haven’t decided yet.”

“The movies are better.”

“The films?” You scoffed. “The films wouldn’t be able to do any book justice!”

Balthazar rooted through a few pantries, and then turned towards you with a bottle of what looked like rum in his hands. “Have one drink with me,” he pleaded.

“Why?”

“You’re interesting,” he shrugged, plopping into the seat beside you.

“I assure you, I’m not.”

“Oh, yes you are.”

“No, believe me, I’m really not,” you said, shaking your head.

“You can see angels, that makes you interesting enough,” he said.

“But I have nothing else to offer.”

“Well I think that’s for me to decide,” he said, pouring himself a glass of rum. “Now, tell me why you’re on this boat.”

You had to accept that you were sucked into a conversation with no way out. Sighing, you leaned back in your chair and told Balthazar about your weeks leading up to the trip- the dread, the worry, the anxiety.

He listened quietly to all of it, smiling slightly whenever you let a curse slip past your lips. When you finished you just shrugged, and waited for him to comment.

“Are you sure you don’t want a drink?” Balthazar asked.

“I told you all that and you that’s what you ask me?” You laughed.

“It sounds like you’ve had a long few weeks,” he shrugged. 

You never really drank; you’d only had a sip of wine once or twice. But one drink couldn’t hurt.

“Just one,” you decided.

One turned into four, and next thing you knew, Balthazar was quietly leading you into your room.

“I-I drank waaaaaaay too much,” you slurred, wobbling on your feet.

“I’m afraid that’s my fault,” Balthazar sighed, gently closing your bedroom door. “Now you should crawl into bed and go to sleep.”

“Don’ tell me wha’ to do.”

“Then I strongly suggest going to sleep.”

“Da’s better,” you nodded, then fell onto your bed. It creaked loudly, and you giggled at the sound. “Shhhh,” you hushed the bed.

“I should have done this a while ago,” Balthazar said, walking up to you.

“Done wha?” You asked, watching him. “Kiss me? ‘Cuz I agree.”

“Maybe when you’re less drunk.”

“Ooookey dokey,” you said, smiling at him dumbly.

Balthazar couldn’t stop an amused smile from crossing his features. He placed two fingers on your forehead, and then everything went black.

You woke up, limbs stiff and head banging. You realized you were still in your clothes from yesterday, and let out a groan.

“Balthazar, if you can hear me, you suck,” you grumbled, kicking your blankets off your legs.

“That’s not very nice.”

You yelped at the sudden intrusion, and turned to see Balthazar leaning against the wall behind you. The movement just made your head hurt all the more.

“It’s also not very nice to get a person drunk,” you bit back.

“You’re just cranky because of the hangover,” he assured you.

“Then fix it.” 

“Okay.”

You eyed Balthazar suspiciously, “Wait, can you actually do that?”

In reply, Balthazar moved to stand in front of you, and pressed two fingers against your forehead.

It felt like somebody had literally sucked all the grogginess out of you. You could feel your pain leaving your body, until there was nothing left.

“Oh my goodness” you whispered in awe. “What else can you do?”

“Nothing you need to worry about. Shall we get breakfast?”

You pouted at him, but your stomach growled loudly, revealing your hunger. Balthazar gave you a smug smile, one you found oddly endearing, and he offered you his arm. You accepted it, and he led you out of the room and towards the dining hall.

“So, why are you here?” You asked during the walk.

“Because you were hungover and in need of a cure,” he answered easily.

“No, why are you here, on the Titanic?”

Balthazar stopped walking for a moment, and his eyes widened. “Oh, bloody Hell,” he muttered.

“What?”

“I... Balthazar glanced at you, his stormy blue eyes went over your face. “Nothing,” he finally said. “I’m a fan of the ship.”

“Oh, okay.” You didn’t really buy it, he’d acted too strangely. But you’d only just met him, and didn’t want to push him. 

“Y/N!” Your mother shouted. You followed the sound of her voice, and saw her waving you over from a table filled with her friends.

“Please don’t leave me,” you begged, tightening your grip on Balthazar.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

With Balthazar’s arm still wrapped around yours, you walked over to your mom. Her eyes flitted over Balthazar, a broad smile tugging at her lips. “Hello, I’m Mrs. Y/L/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine,” Balthazar replied, gently gripping your mom’s hand, and pulling it to his lips.

“Oh, what a charmer!” She exclaimed. “Please join us for breakfast!”

“I’d love to,” Balthazar accepted, throwing you a smirk. You both sat down, with Balthazar between you and your mom, and Lawrence on your other side.

During the meal you finally let yourself have a good look at Balthazar. He had a long neck and nice collar bone, revealed by the revealing shirt he wore. His dull blue eyes seemed to sparkles and dance across the room, always landing back on you. His features were pinched, slightly, but he definitely wasn’t unattractive.

“Will we still be spending the day together?” Lawrence asked you, leaning in so as to not draw attention. “Some friends and I were planning on playing cards, and I’d love a good luck charm like you.”

So you wouldn’t even be playing, how fun. “I’m sorry, but Balthazar has asked me to show him around the ship, and as he has no friends, I feel obligated.”

“You’re not obligated,” Lawrence assured you. “C’mon, we’ll have more fun.”

“I highly doubt that,” Balthazar commented, leaning in to your conversation. The rest of the table was involved in a rousing discussion on politics, unaware of your conversation.

“Excuse me?” Lawrence demanded.

“As much fun as I’m sure watching you lose at a card game would be, Y/N and I were going to go adventuring. I was actually going to pay attention to her,” Balthazar explained, smiling as if he hadn’t just insulted Lawrence.

“I-I would have-” Lawrence sputtered.

“Would have glanced at me every so often, and most likely ditched me in the evening,” you finished for him. You were amazed at your own voice. “So, thank you, but I’ll stay with Balthazar.”

Lawrence stared at you in disbelief, so before you lost your new-found courage and apologized, you started shoveling food into your mouth.

Once you were done, Balthazar excused the both of you, making sure to give Lawrence an over-exaggerated smile, and then you were being led away from everyone.

“That was awesome!” You exclaimed once you were out of ear shot. “Did you see me? I totally told him off!”

“Yes, it was very impressive,” Balthazar said, watching you with a smile.

“Oh, that was empowering!” Balthazar led you through the ship as you continued replaying the scenario in your head; you hadn’t stuttered, hadn’t apologized- you were steady and resolute.

“I hate to interrupt your power trip,” Balthazar started teasingly, “but I suggest you look around.”

It was only then that you realized where he’d taken you.

You were at the very bottom of the ship, in the boiler room. Windows lined the wall, showing off the murky, cold water. “What’re we going here?” You asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. The area was uncomfortably warm, a thin layer of black dust layered every surface. 

“Look out the window,” he suggested. 

“I can’t see anything.”

“How about now?” As if on cue, a bright light emanated from the water, illuminating the sea. You could see fish swimming by, seaweed floating around. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen.

“How... How are you doing this?” You asked, breathless.

“I’m an angel,” he reminded you. “I have my ways.”

“Well, you’ll have to teach me this trick.”

“It’s a date.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, but that didn’t stop a goofy smile from spreading over your face. “It is.”

You spent a good portion of your day in the boiler room with Balthazar. You didn’t speak much, you didn’t have to. The silence was comfortable, only being broken by an excited gasp whenever a large fish swam by the window. 

Around lunch time Balthazar took a step away from you, an annoyed expression over his face. “I’m sorry, but I’m being called. I’ll be back in one moment.”

“I’ll be eating lunch,” you said, smiling at him before he disappeared.

You had butterflies in your stomach as you made your way back to the dining hall. As you mindlessly scooped food onto your plate from the buffet, a silly smile over your lips, someone moved to your side.

“Where’s your new boy toy?” Lawrence’s whiny voice demanded.

You looked up at him, and saw three of his friends standing behind him. “He’s back in his room,” you lied, turning your attention back to your food.

“And you’re not with him, slutting around?”

“I don’t think slut is a verb,” you commented, refusing to allow his words to affect you. Although, the thought of someone associating that word with you did make your cheeks turn red.

“Oh, you’re so smart,” one of Lawrence’s friends sneered.

“She can’t be that smart if she ditched Lawrence,” another man scoffed.

“If you think he’s so great, you should date him,” you said innocently.

The man opened his mouth, probably ready to call you some vulgar names, or to defend his friend’s honor, but Lawrence stopped him. “She’s not worth it, Charlie. She’s a dork, a nobody. She walks around with her nose in a book most of the time, which, I have to admit, I’m grateful for. I’d rather look at a book than her face.”

You tried not to let his words hurt you, tried to remain strong and imperturbable, but it stung. You weren’t the most outgoing, weren’t the most attractive. You were okay with that, okay with yourself- you’d accepted never being enough for anybody.

Balthazar changed that. He made you feel important, like your voice mattered. But now that he was gone, you were back to being a nobody. You could barely move your mouth to defend yourself.

“Maybe if she apologizes, I’d forgive her,” Lawrence commented, speaking as if you weren’t there. He could no doubt see the affect his words had on you.

“I-” You started, cheeks heating up, bile rising in your throat at the thought of what you were about to say.

“She’s terribly sorry,” Balthazar’s voice came. You spun around, a wave of relief washing over you when you saw him right next to you. “Terribly sorry you’re such an ass.”

“Who the Hell are you?” Lawrence demanded. “You can’t just come in here and start ruining everything!”

“Ruining everything?” Balthazar repeatedly, tilting his head in a display of dramatic confusion. “By doing what, exactly? By treating Y/N like a human being?"

“I treated her-”

“Like talking to her was the biggest favor you could have given her,” Balthazar scoffed. “And trust me, nobody needs that.”

Lawrence glanced at all his friends, his face red with anger.

“Just go away,” you insisted.

Lawrence let out a growl of anger, then spun on his heels and stormed out of the dining hall, his flock of followers close behind. 

You turned back to Balthazar, a smile etched over your face. You held your hand up, and Balthazar quickly high-fived you. 

The rest of your day was spent having fun. You and Balthazar ran around the ship together, laughing and exploring. Eventually the sun started to set, and you and Balthazar stood at the rails of the ship, watching the water roll along itself.

“I’m kind of cold,” you said, rubbing your arms, “I’m gonna get a jacket.”

“I’ll get it,” he assured you, taking a few steps back. “I can be faster.”

You smiled and turned back to face the ocean.

Balthazar disappeared.

A few birds sang in the sky.

The entire ship shook and a loud screeching sound reverberated through the night.

You fell off your feet and onto your ass, looking around at the startled, scared people. “Emergency!” A worker on the ship shouted, rushing around the deck. “Everybody get to the life boats!”

Screams of fear erupted, and people began running around in a horrified daze. You barely managed to jump to the side before a mob of people sprinted past you. 

As you looked around, you noticed that only the upper class passengers were running to the life boats. You didn’t see a single poor person.

They stayed near the bottom of the ship.

And, if you’d crashed into something, and if the ship was taking on water...

They were all in danger.

Your legs started carrying you before you’d fully formed a plan. As you ran to the stairs, you saw your parents. You paused for a moment, looking at them. They’d be worried. They’d be so scared. 

But your life wasn’t worth more than those at the bottom of the ship.

“Mom! Dad!” You shouted, waving to them.

“Oh, darling, get over here!” Your mom screamed over the crowd of people.

“I can’t! I have to help the others!”

“Don’t be silly!” Your dad yelled.

“Someone needs to help them,” you said, shaking your head. “I love you!”

And then you turned and ran down the stairs. 

People were pushing past you, trying to get to the lifeboats. Forcing your way through the crowd was difficult, but you managed.

Once you were in the lower class area, you started banging on doors. “Get to the lifeboats!” You shouted. Your message was relayed by other passengers, and soon people were rushing past you.

You ran back to the stair case and ran to the next floor down.

You jumped onto the floor, where water was starting to gather, creating a shallow pool. The cold sting of the water bit at you, but you pushed forward, growling in frustration as your soaked dress made it harder to walk.

“Get to the lifeboats!” You shouted, banging on doors and walls. 

Just like the last floor, people spread the message until it was only you on the floor.

The water level rose steadily, and now you were standing with your hips submerged in the freezing water.

You rushed up the stairs, slipping on more occasion than one. As you came to the door that would lead you to the staircase, you found it closed.

And locked.

“No,” you whispered, throat constricting in panic. You started banging against the door. “Help! Please, oh please, help!”

But you’d sent everybody away. Nobody would hear you.

You could barely breath, your chest was rising and falling rapidly. You could hear your heart beating in your ears as you panicked. The water continued to steadily rise.

Balthazar was so mad. Mad at himself, mad at his father, mad at the bloody humans who made this ship. He’d meant to stop the damn boat from crashing, but then he’d met you, and... well, there was a change of plans.

The second he felt the ship shudder, the second he heard the loud screech of metal being torn apart, he knew. In the panic near the lifeboats, he tried to find you. You were nowhere to be seen, though, and he started to push people away, screaming your name, afraid.

“Have you seen Y/N?” Your mom shouted, grabbing Balthazar’s arm. “She ran down those steps and I haven’t seen her!”

Balthazar’s eyes widened, and he nodded. “Get on the lifeboats,” he ordered her, then sprinted down the stairs.

He had to fight his way past the lower class passengers fighting their way to the top. He kept looking for your face, waiting to see those eyes that he’d grown to admire.

But he never did.

He did see Lawrence. Lawrence pushed past him, and before Balthazar could wonder why that snobby prat was hanging around with who he’d probably consider low-lifes, he was gone.

You were still nowhere to be found.

Eventually Balthazar came to the end of the hall. 

He hand’t seen you but that didn’t mean you were lost. He could have missed you, and you’d be on a lifeboat, headed towards safety. 

“Oh God,” he heard a light whimper. He heard water splashing, a loud cough, and then nothing. He heard water splashing, and moved to the door that stood at the end of the hall. He pulled the door open, practically ripping the damn thing off its hinges.

Water rushed past him, soaking his suit. He didn’t think about the bitter cold of the water, just the girl being pushed towards him with blue lips, closed eyes, and a chest that wasn’t rising.

The water kept rising. Your teeth started to chatter, you started to shake.

Soon the water was above your head, and you had to frantically tread water to breath. The ceiling kept getting closer and closer, your arms grew more and more tired. 

“Oh God,” you whimpered, a tear sliding down your cheek. You couldn’t fight anymore, you weren’t strong enough. You took one last breath, splashing your hand against the water, before sinking down.

It didn’t take long for everything to melt away, for the cold water to invade your lungs.

Everything went black.

You woke up wrapped in a warm blanket.

As your eyes fluttered open, you were met with white ceiling, and brightly painted walls. You slowly sat up, muscles protesting somewhat. 

You had no idea where you were. Not only was the place so unfamiliar, but the items that surrounded you were alien. A flat, black square was before you. Some black device that told you numbers was beside you. 

It was like you weren’t even on Earth.

“You’re awake!” But you did recognize that voice.

“Balthazar,” you sighed, turning to face him. “What’s going on?”

“Do you remember anything?” He asked, moving to take a seat beside you on the bed you occupied.

“Um,” you ran a hand through your hair, thinking. “Cold water...”

“The Titanic crashed,” he reminded you. “You ran down to the lower levels to warn people, and then got trapped. You drowned.”

“So...” you pursed your lips, staring at him. “Am I in heaven?”

Balthazar cracked a smile, and shook his head. “I took you to a different time period. The Titanic sunk over one hundred years ago.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you took a hard look around you. “So I’m in the future?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, grasping your hand. “But I couldn’t lose you, and the life boats were already leaving, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to get you up there on time.”

“Did my parents make it?”

Balthazar nodded.

“Are they worried about me?”

“I don’t know,” he confessed. “They probably think you’re dead.”

“What would happen if you brought me back?”

“Mass confusion, most likely an investigation. I really can’t say.”

“Do you have to take me back?”

“No.”

“I could stay with you?”

Balthazar smiled slightly, and nodded. “Yes.”

“How are women treated in your time?”

“Just like men.”

You smiled widely, and looked down at your hands. “I’d like to stay.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

You would miss your family, miss your old life. But you had a knew life now, and with Balthazar by your side, you knew you had nothing to fear.

(I hope you liked it!)

[startled-fangirl]

‘  Balthazar: To us…

  Y/N: To us…          ‘

[startled-fangirl]

 ‘  You were a bit scared to be honest. You never saw Balthazar this serious...

   Balthazar: I stole... a lot of things. I never got anything stolen from me before.

   Y/N: I didn't stole. At least not from you.

   Balthazar: Are you sure darling?

   Y/N: ... Yes.

   Balthazar: No, you are wrong. You see you stole my heart...       ‘

[spn-imagine]

Can you please do an imagine where you get drunk with bathazar and he confesses his feelings? cheers guys

************* “We need more to drink” Bathazar slurred and disappeared out of the small room we were in. Minutes later he was back with a bottle of red wine. “The best in all of France” he smiled and set it down on the small round table in front of the couch we were sitting on. “You went to France to get a bottle of red wine” i chuckled. He nodded. “Only the best for a lady like you” he smiled and opened the wine. “A lady like me?” I questioned as i held my wine glass out for him. “Beautiful, sophisticated” he smiled as he poured me some of the wine. “You, good sir, are drunk” i giggled. “That may be true, but so are the things i said. You are truly the most beautiful person i have ever laid my eyes on” he paused “and that says a lot since i have seen a lot of people” he chuckled slightly. “Thought you didn’t like us humans” i smiled. “You are an exception, you are like a fallen angel.” He leaned in and gently kissed me.