Jun 10, 2022
Christopher got his wings and his wits back and poor Barabas had a "oh no he's hot" moment hahaha
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Christopher got his wings and his wits back and poor Barabas had a "oh no he's hot" moment hahaha
Curran: Hello people who do not live here
Barabas: Hi
Andrea: Hey
Christopher: Hello
Derek: Hey
Kate: I gave you the key for emergencies!
Raphael: We were out of Doritos
Christopher Steed - Deimos, God of Terror / Theophage / Legatus of the Golden Legion
“Julie, where did Christopher go?” She raised her head from her paper. “He said he was going home.” “What?” Home. In the dark. All the way to the Keep. I tossed the towel onto the island and dashed outside, into the cold. Our front yard was empty. I sprinted to the end of the driveway and spun left, then right. There he was, walking down the neighbors’ driveway. “Christopher!” He waved at me and headed straight for their door. I ran after him, trying not to slip on the icy pavement. In retrospect, shoes would’ve been an excellent idea. I got to Christopher just as he knocked on the neighbors’ door.
“Hey,” I touched his shoulder. “Where are you going?” “Home.” He smiled. “I like home. It’s warm and there are books.” “This isn’t—” The door swung open and Barabas appeared in the rectangle of electric light. He wore sweatpants and a T-shirt that hung from his lean frame. His red hair, spiky as always, stood straight up on his head, making his handsome angular face seem even sharper. He saw me and his eyes got wider. “Um,” Barabas said. “Eh. Good evening, Kate.” “What are you doing here?” “Eh.” “We live here,” Christopher explained to me, and walked into the house. They’d moved in next door to us. Christopher and Barabas had moved in next door to us and nobody had told me.
Christopher overcoming his worst fear to come and save Kate. She saved him from a cage so he had to do the same for her 😭😭
Kate: I was thinking more like flat out stealing.
Curran: What? No.
Kate: Why not? We stole Christopher.
Curran: No, we didn’t. Christopher’s a person, he can do whatever he wants.
Christopher: I wanna steal.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Kate Daniels - Ilona Andrews Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barabas Gilliam/Christopher Steed Characters: Barabas Gilliam, Christopher Steed, Julie Olsen Additional Tags: Getting Together, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Wing Kink, Anal Sex Summary:
"Barabas, if you go any slower, you'll be going backwards." They've been circling each other for a while. Something's got to give.
always keep your heart locked tight by Pameluke
Chapters: 1/1 (3977 words) Fandom: Kate Daniels - Ilona Andrews Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Barabas Gilliam/Christopher Steed Characters: Barabas Gilliam, Christopher Steed, Derek Gaunt Additional Tags: Suit Sex, Blow Jobs, Clothed Sex, Pining, Porn with Feelings, Face-Fucking, Getting Together, Semi-Public Sex
Summary:
Barabas refuses to confront his feelings about Christopher. Kate's wedding shakes his defenses however, so he ends up looking for Christopher anyway. Only to talk of course.
Barabas was hiding. He was a grown man who’d never hidden anything from anyone, so he was currently disappointed with himself, but nevertheless he was hiding. It was Kate’s big day, so amidst the people from the Pack, the Masters of the Death, the Witches, the Mercs and all Kate’s other weird friends, there was enough chaos to make the hiding easy. So he sipped his fruit juice and watched the goings-on from a safe distance, in a calm corner of the festivities.
“Legs bothering you?” Derek asked out of nowhere.
Damn wolf and his annoying ability to sneak up on everyone. Barabas should have been used to it by now, after all this time working with Kate, but he’d never liked being snuck up on. “My Lyc-v works the same as yours,” Barabas grumbled. “So no, the legs aren’t bothering me anymore.”
“Uhuh,” was all Derek said. He let the silence stretch out between them.
It wouldn’t work. Barabas was a skilled lawyer. He would sing the 'No Comment Song' to himself if he had to. He grew up with Aunt B, who used to wield the uncomfortable silence like a precision knife. Derek’s spy tricks had nothing on her. He’d just keep sipping his fruit juice until Derek got bored.
“Oh, hi Christopher,” Derek said.
Barabas turned around on his chair so fast he nearly toppled over. His drink spilled on the ground. So much for shifter reflexes.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Kate Daniels - Ilona Andrews Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Barabas Gilliam/Christopher Steed Characters: Barabas Gilliam, Christopher Steed, Julie Olsen Additional Tags: Getting Together, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Wing Kink, Anal Sex Summary:
"Barabas, if you go any slower, you'll be going backwards." They've been circling each other for a while. Something's got to give.
SOMEONE WROTE ME THE KATE DANIELS FIC OF MY DREAMS AND YOU SHOULD ALL READ IT BECAUSE IT IS PERFECT. I CAN’T BELIEVE SOMEONE WROTE THIS FOR ME I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY.