"This is all my fault. I put her in danger."
"It's not--"
"It is! I have to go get her back and then I have to stay the hell away from her!"
"How are you going to get her back? You don't have any powers!"
"I don't know... But I'll manage."
"Please don't take my sunshine away."
For andjustadashofginger.
((Okay, this turned out hella different than I had planned. There were no demons in the plan. There was just supposed to be sad Anna and Michael bc he'd left. BUT NO. NO, IT WENT THIS ROUTE AND NOW I AM SO SAD.
Tbh, I'm v emotional and I'm sorry. Anyways. I had the idea after Michael called her sunshine and now here we are. I hope you like it, friend!))
"You want me to rank Gabby on a scale from one to ten?"
"I mean, if you had to, where would you put her?"
"Isn't this weird?"
"She's technically not my niece and I can tell you're interested," Morgan said, grinning.
He shook his head. "Not interested enough to go after her."
"Okay, let's say she was just a regular angel. Totally immortal and not the child of someone who would kill you for looking at her twice."
"But she's not."
"Daniel, come on."
"Morgan..."
"Just... tell me what you like about her?"
He sighed. "I'm not ranking her. But I can answer that question if you swear you'll never repeat it."
"Pinky promise."
"...what?"
"Never mind. I swear I won't tell a soul. So spit it out."
"I like how unbelievably kind she is. How protective of her family she is. I like how when she laughs really hard she snorts and then she blushes because she's embarrassed by her snort. I like the way she smiles and that thing her nose does when she thinks I've said something strange. Happy?"
"Ohmygods that is the cutest thing you have ever said."
"Yeah, well, I will deny it all with my last breath if you tell anyone."
"So tell me about the girls in your lives. Like... if you had to rank them on a scale of one to ten, where would you put them?" Morgan asked, plopping herself down onto Gabriel couch.
"Nine," Gabriel answered without hesitation.
Daniel furrowed his eyebrows. "I'm not sure I understand the point. And what girl would I be ranking?"
"Sawyer, dumbass. I know you like her--"
"Which means I know it too," Morgan said, shrugging.
"Oh..." he said. "Um... I don't know. From an objective standpoint, she's attractive, I guess."
"What the hell does that mean?" Gabriel demanded, taking a sip from his beer.
"It means... well, it means that I don't really do the dating thing or the hooking up thing or whatever. I like Sawyer because she's funny and friendly and smart, not because I think she's hot."
"But do you think she's hot?"
He shrugged. "I told her she wasn't really my type."
"Well then what the hell is your type?"
Daniel gave him a wry smile. "I don't have one."
Morgan tilted her head. "Well, fine then. If you won't rank her looks, rank her personality."
"Ten."
She nodded. "Well then get on that shit, because she won't be single forever, dude."
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Verse: Arendelle))
Morgan stood in her apartment’s kitchen. Her laptop sat on the table, Spotify blaring the top 100 out of the speakers. She had to admit, she loved technology. Seeing it come about was an upside of her curse.
She was mixing together a cake from scratch because why not? What else should a witch be doing on a Friday night? She hadn’t really come up with anything better to do and cake was delicious. Her hair was up in a messy bun and she was wearing an oversized sweater with leggings. She looked like any other college aged girl who was staying in for the weekend. Sometimes she felt like one.
There was a knock at the door and she smiled. Gabriel usually had good timing.
“It’s open!” she shouted, mixing her cake batter. After all, why would she need to lock it during the day? She was more dangerous than any human that might try to enter.
The door didn’t open and she frowned. “Gabriel, you can come in. I have pants on! Well… leggings, but you know… Are your hands full or something?”
“I’m… it’s… not Gabriel.”
She stopped stirring and stared at the door for a moment. She waved her hand at the laptop, closing it with magic so that the music stopped and she could hear very clearly.
“Repeat that,” she said.
“Not Gabriel.”
“See, that’s what I thought I heard, but I knew I must be hearing things because there is no way in hell that it’s who I think it is standing out there, because at this point he should know damn well that he is not welcome here.” She marched over to the door, the wooden spoon still in her hand. With a violent yank, she pulled the door open. Raphael winced at the sudden movement and she glowered at him. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I--”
“You know what?” She pointed the spoon at him, flinging cake batter on her floor, the door frame, and him. “I don’t care. I don’t want to hear whatever bullshit you want. I’m sure it’s a job, right? Well they can’t send any other angel because I’m not working with you.” She grabbed the door, ready to slam it, but he moved his foot, blocking her.
“Morgana--”
“Oh, hell no. You do not just get to come back her and ‘Morgana’ me like everything is perfectly okay and like I haven’t spent the last two centuries--”
“I’m sorry!” he interrupted. She stared at him.
“…what?”
“I am so sorry, Morgan. And I know that does not fix anything, but I still needed to tell you because you deserve to hear an apology and I messed up so terribly and I am so sorry.”
She blinked at him for a moment, stunned. Then she shook her head. “It doesn’t change anything.”
He nodded. “I know that.”
“Do you, Raphael? Do you really? Because Gabriel comes to see me occasionally, but you know how angels are with time, which means that I have spent most of the last two centuries alone. And every time I make friends, I have to admit to myself that I’m just going to have to up and leave them, which is getting harder to do because of technology which means that I’ve basically just stopped making friends. I’m going to outlive them all anyways and it’s really shitty. And I prayed to you at first. All the fucking time, because I was angry but I thought maybe we could work something out, but you didn’t listen so--”
“I heard them all,” he muttered quietly, looking away.
She shook her head, her expression full of anger. “Then you know and you know that I stopped, because there was no point anymore. You didn’t want to hear my side of the story and you obviously didn’t regret anything--”
“I regretted all of it.”
“Yeah, well, it’s too late now. You can’t lift the curse yourself and even if you could, it would just kill me so there’s no point in dwelling on it.”
“You deserved an apology.”
“Yeah. Two centuries ago when it would’ve meant something.” She crossed her arms, glowering at him and willing the tears not to fall.
“I know.”
“Well then what the fuck took you so long?”
He blinked at her. “Well, you had an angel blade for a while and you are actually rather terrifying when you want to be…”
She sighed, uncrossing her arms. Suddenly she felt exhausted, like she didn’t really want to do this anymore. “But what about before then? I was angry, yeah, but not as angry as I was later.”
“I was angry and stupid and stubborn and I did not know what I was doing. I still do not know, but…” He shrugged. “I am trying to learn and I owed you an apology. I have just been trying to work up the courage to come here and deliver it.”
“I hope Gabriel knows I’m going to punch him for telling you where I live…” she muttered.
“He is aware.”
She frowned. “I can’t believe you still talk like that. You really have avoided earth for the last two centuries, haven’t you?”
“The only time I did not avoid earth was while we were dating. I stayed away before and have stayed away since.”
She shook her head. “Avoiding your ex makes you kind of a dick, you know.”
“I am aware. Gabriel explained to me precisely why avoiding his exes makes him a whore, but me avoiding you makes me and I quote, ‘a complete and total ass’.”
“Sounds like Gabriel,” she said, laughing and smiling slightly. She quirked an eyebrow at Raphael. “Was that it?”
He nodded. “Yes.”
“You still suck, just so you know, and I’m not just going to say, ‘I forgive you’ because we both know it’s not that simple, but… I mean, I guess I can try. Are you going to disappear for another two centuries?”
He furrowed his eyebrows. “Do you want to see me again?”
“Well, yeah, jackass. I mean, if you expect me to forgive you, you can’t just apologize and then vanish again. Not cool, dude. Besides, you have two centuries to catch me up on and I have no friends… Well, I have Gabriel, but that’s it. You’re lucky I have a job to keep me entertained.”
“So you want to see me again?”
She sighed. “Yes, Raphael. I would like to see you again.” She paused. “But not a date. We burned that bridge. In fact, we basically nuked it.”
When he gave her a confused look, she shook her head. “It’s an expression. Nevermind. My point was that we should see each other again later in a non-romantic setting.”
“Ah. Yes. I think that would be a good idea.”
She nodded. “Okay then. See you later, I guess.”
“See you later, Morgan.”
He vanished and she shut her door, very seriously planning on punching Gabriel in the face during his next visit. Not that this had gone terribly, but a bit of a head’s up might have been nice… She returned to her cake, wondering what had just happened.
Gabriel went to see Morgan at her shop this time. She was working and he needed to talk and she would probably make tea or something for him, he didn’t know. He didn’t care. He just needed to talk to someone and Raphael was busy and he couldn’t talk to Luca about Luca so here he was.
She glanced up from a book as the little bell on the door rang with his entrance. He furrowed his eyebrows.
“Should you be reading that in public?” he wondered, instantly recognizing a new spell book.
“I’m the eccentric owner of a tea shop. Honestly, no one has ever seriously questioned it.” She closed the book on the countertop and leaned back in her chair. “So what brings you here? Must be important for you to come to the shop.”
He sighed and stared at his feet for a moment. Morgan quirked an eyebrow and waved her hand. Another chair appeared behind Gabriel on his side of the counter, opposite of her. He sat down in it and after a long silence settled on, “I think I have a problem.”
“So I gathered.”
“I like him… And I don’t mean in a friendly way, although I definitely totally like him as a friend, he’s really great, but it would also be really great if I could take him out on a date, you know? Or kiss him. Or make out with him a lot. Or… well, you get the picture. And I think that I’m maybe… you know… falling for him… and I just… fuck,” he sighed, staring at his hands.
“So make a move, dumbass.”
He looked up at her. “But what if he doesn’t want that?”
“Then things are a little weird for a bit, but you brush them off because you’re you and maintain a friendship because you’re not a jackass and you care about him and you start slutting it up again because you might fall for him way too hard if you don’t. Got it?”
“But--”
“Nope. If you’re going to come to me for advice, we’re going to get shit done. You’re not going to mope about until you figure out what you want to do. Raphael took a year to make a move on me. A year. I almost dated a demon because I figured he wasn’t interested in me after a while.”
“That might have worked out better for you.”
“Yeah, well, too late to change that. Besides, how would you possibly survive without me?”
He smiled at her teasing, before pursing his lips in thought. “So… just ask him out?”
“Yep.”
“What should we do?”
“Keep it simple. Take him to a movie or something. In his home town. For the love of all that is good in this world, do not decide it might be fun to teleport to another city, state, or country on the first date. Give the poor boy some time to adjust before you do something that crazy.”
He nodded. “Fair enough. So… just a movie?”
“Or dinner. Or dinner and a movie. Or coffee. Or go like ice-skating or something. I don’t know. Do something he’ll enjoy. If you’re not sure what that would be, I’d stick to dinner and/or a movie.”
“Okay, but what about--”
“Gabriel, honestly, there’s only so much advice I can give you. You know how to go on a date. You might as well be the Angel of Flirting or the Angel of Sex. Jeeze. Just be yourself. Luca seems to like that, right?”
“He does. I just don’t know how much he likes that. But… I haven’t annoyed him yet, so that’s good.”
She grinned at him. “That’s practically a miracle. Might want to ask him out before he changes his mind.”
He rolled his eyes, but he was glad she was teasing him about it. It meant that she knew it would go well.
“Thanks, Morgan.”
“Yeah, well, I figure I should give some solid advice so you don’t ask your brother. I certainly wouldn’t call him a relationship expert.”
“He means well.”
She shrugged. “The road to hell is paved with good intentions. But we’re not talking about me. We’re talking about you. When’re you going to ask him out?”
He shrugged in response. “I don’t know… When the time is right, I guess.”
