Gadreel x Reader: Toska"Do you know how rare it is for me to receive a prayer?"
You knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that this was just a dream, that the warm sunlight trailing through the window wasn't really there, that the light weight of the quilt draped over your legs was an illusion, that the vibrant scents of cinnamon and orange from the nearby mug were just a part of the hallucination. It was a room you had not seen since childhood, golden haze shrouding the scene in a whimsical wistfulness.
But the voice was decidedly real.
"I miss you," you sighed, ignoring the rhetorical question he had spoken earlier, and you turned to face him, greedily drinking in every inch you could.
Ancient eyes flickered your way, weighed down by thoughts and emotions you couldn't even hope to understand. "I know." He studied you a moment longer, then huffed, turning away again. "I miss you, as well. But it's not exactly safe for us right now, is it?"
You winced at his tone, reluctant to recall the multitude of dang
Heroes (Possessed!Reader)“For the love of God, what the hell am I standing in?!” Dean lifted his foot, seeing a translucent mass stretching from his boot to the floor. “This is nasty!”
Sam looked over at his brother as he tried to shake off the sludge attached to his boot. “It’s ectoplasm. This is an old warehouse. Probably a few poltergeists who’ve made this place home.”
Dean’s head shot up. “Ectoplasm? What, are we hunting Slimer now? What’s next? The Stay Puft Marshmallow man?”
Giving a classic bitch face, Sam rolled his eyes. “Seriously, Dean? I highly doubt The Stay Puft Marshmallow man is real.”
Dean shrugged as he wiped the ectoplasm from his boot onto a shaggy rug. “Wouldn’t surprise me if it was, actually. So now we have to hunt down a few poltergeists, too? Dude, one case at a time. Let’s just find this witch hag spirit so we can leave and get some pie.”
"It’s not a witch, Dean. It’
Stargazers - CasxReaderYou sat at a booth in the bar that Dean had found a couple of blocks from the motel. Shockingly, it was more classy than you expected, with pool tables, a jukebox and pristine clean tables and glasses. You wondered why Dean had picked this establishment over the dive bar across from your motel, but then it hit you. ‘Unattached Drifter Christmas’ was today, or in English terms, ‘Valentine’s Day’. Dean’s favorite day of the year, where he could chat up someone who was just looking for a night of having ‘no strings attached’. He tried to steer clear of those who were taken, not wanting to be labeled a homewrecker.
So here you were, watching Dean talk up a petite, busty blonde, while Sam engaged in conversation with Eileen, both of them chatting and signing away. You tried to focus on the brothers and not the angel seated next to you. You had been crushing on Castiel since you first met him three years ago and still your feelings had not less
Walking Away - DeanxReader“Don’t ignore me, damn it! I’m talking to you!” Dean’s voice reverberated through the bunker entrance as he followed you down the stairs. This hunt had hit too close to home and you both were running on fear and adrenaline.
You had been chasing down a spirit who had been in limbo too long after he had died protecting the woman he loved from a masked intruder who had broke into their home. He wasn’t dangerous per se, but there was too much spiritual activity to ignore and the bones needed to be burned before the ghost would become violent. You and Dean had cornered him at a rundown farmhouse in Indiana, finding out that the man had been cremated and it was a pocket watch you needed to burn. As Dean was looking for the watch, you had stayed at the house, trying to coax the ghost out to buy Dean time.
When the ghost had appeared, you tried to explain to him that he was dead but he didn’t believe you.
“If I’m dead,” he murmured
Ice Cream and Silver Bullets - 2Dean pushed the Impala well past the speed limit on his way back to Bobby’s. The air in the car was tense, more than even the radio could diffuse. Sam fidgeted from time to time on Dean’s shoulder, and he could hardly blame the little guy.
In their line of work, they couldn’t list off many friends. Even fewer at Sam’s scale. Making sure Oz was okay jumped to the top of their list of priorities.
The miles melted away and Dean’s hands ached from gripping the steering wheel so hard. He wanted to be optimistic and hope Oscar was okay, but his gut wouldn’t allow it. If nothing else, the fact that Oscar didn’t show up for breakfast was the biggest red flag they had. Oscar loved food.
The first time they met the little guy, Dean had thought Oscar’s eyes might bug out when they’d offered him some of their pizza. At the time, Dean was still unsure of how best to interact with the smaller guys, and it had left Oscar nervous around him.
Ice Cream and Silver Bullets - 1Oscar scarcely noticed the passage of time. With his hands over his face, he could almost drown out the world. Almost.
The rumble of an engine ran beneath the roaring hum of tires on the road. Motion, faster than he was ready to comprehend, carried him inevitably along that road. A radio above played classic rock. The sounds and sensations helped him push away the worst thoughts, but not far. They couldn't erase one crucial fact.
No distraction would free him from the jar he'd been consigned to at the start of this journey.
He didn't know the hunter's name. Didn't know much about him at all, except for the fact that he'd let Oscar live instead of killing him outright. Oscar was alive but captured by a stranger, with no idea what awaited him at the end of the unwanted road trip.
He had no way to call for help, either. It would be a long time before anyone realized he was in trouble. Possibly too long for him to make it out.
So he hid his face in his hands. Anything to keep from watching
Lucifer MorningstarxReader: Desire
"Well if it isn't my favorite detective!" You had to stop yourself from flinching as the English voice rang out of the crime scene. You tried to ignore the person as you knelt next to the victim. However, your uninvited guests had a different idea. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a pair of polish shoes stop next to you. "You must not have heard me detective. You should get your hearing checked, it could affect your work."
You sighed, there was clearly no way he would let you ignore him. "I heard you just fine Lucifer." You glanced up at him. "What are you doing here anyway?"
Lucifer placed his hand over his heart. "I thought I was your partner detective, and you didn't even call me in on this case. I'm hurt."
"It seems like a pretty straight forward case. It would probably bore you."
"I'm never bored when I'm with you detective."
"Yes, you do see to enjoy driving me crazy." You stood up. "But I'm sure now that you're here, you won't just be going home."
"Of course not, I want to
Much needed Rest (M/F vore)"Detective? " Chloe heard the familiar voice call to her, sounding confused and maybe... just maybe a tiny bit concerned. She groaned and opened her eyes, seeing a blurry suit covered chest looming over her with little respect of personal space. For someone who hated hugs, you'd think he would have the respect to keep away from people... She lifted her head off her hands, feeling a slight ache in her elbow from leaning on the desk for too long. "I believe you fell asleep at your desk again, want some coffee? " He asked and she became aware of the smell of hot, steaming coffee and noticed he held two cups in his hands, setting one down in front of her. The mention of the fact this was not the first time was a sting to her pride and she was annoyed for a bit about Lucifer's blunt and obvious observation, but she knew he didn't mean it that way. She just wished he gave his words some thought, any thought, before speaking but alas, he was the way he was and words spilled out of his mouth w
Substitute detective (Lucifer X reader) part 4Back at the victim’s house, you knocked on the door. The wife Jamie Skylor answered, she let her in. “detective, do you have any other news?”
“None that i can say. I have a few questions for you.” You said.
She nods. “Care for some coffee?”
“Do you have tea?” You ask.
Mrs. Skylor nods, leading you to the kitchen. You sat down at the table as Mrs. Skylor put a kettle on the stove. She also placed a tea bag into a mug. “What can you tell me about Robin’s coworker Samantha?”
The kettled soon whistled and she poured the hot water into the mug. “She was nice. Her and Robin went out for drinks once. Do you take sugar?”
“Only a little.” You answered watching her add sugar to the tea. She then poured herself a cup of coffee and handed you the mug. “Have you m
Daddy Issues Ch6 Lucifer Morningstar x Reader 18+
After another rough night with Lucifer tearing into your scars, burning your flesh and forcing you to atone for the sinful worship you allowed onto your body you woke laying in the cold sheets of the all too familiar hotel room. Sitting up you still find yourself surprised by the lack of soreness, there really was something about being fucked by the devil that left you feeling...different. Every touch was electrifying and left you begging.
Slowly climbing out of the bed you had gone to take another shower like usual, this sort of thing becoming the normal routine for your mornings. The last few days you have been seeing Lucifer less and less, which left you wondering if he was growing bored with you. However you could never bring yourself to ask what he was up to, the Devil's business was his own and with everything he had done for you...
But you still found yourself wondering. As you stood beneath the running water you sighed softly, running your hands through your hair and just enjoy
Substitute detective (Lucifer X reader) part 3It was the next morning at the station, you sat in your desk drinking your usual cup of tea. Looking over the most recent lab report, it looked like Ella found out what poison it was. It was rat poison. You started thinking as Lucifer came over to your desk. He smiled that devilish grin. “Morning Detective (l/n). How was your night?”
“Fine, Becket is still sick. So you’re stuck with me. I got the latest lab report. Wanna have a look?” You offer the file to him.
He shook his head. “No. What I want to know is where you went off to last night.”
“You don’t need to know everything. I need to focus on the case.” You place the file down and take another sip of your tea, shutting your eyes for a moment. “So we know she was killed by rat poison, had cat fur on her and was being in
Mating Season part3Chloe moaned irritable as the alarm clock blared on the nightstand eventually reaching up to silence the annoying sound. Swinging her legs out from underneath the blankets Chloe managed to sit up on the edge of the bed with a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over the prominent baby bump she was sporting. Although everything was apparently going well according to the doctors Chloe had been seeing since discovering Lucifer had gotten her pregnant she wasn’t used to being this large at only 4 months. As Chloe contemplated the growing Nephilim inside her suddenly Lucifer popped his head around the entry to his bedroom with a giant grin plastered on his features at seeing Chloe awake.
“Excellent, you’re up,” Lucifer exclaimed happily bounding his way around to Chloe’s side of the bed
“Yeah, well I’ve got to get that paperwork handed into the lieutenant,” Chloe stated as
Lucifer extended a hand to help her get up.
Chloe groaned as she got up then slo
Substitute detective (Lucifer X reader) part 2“My deepest desire is to get on with the case. Now start the car, the lights green.” You answered
Lucifer laughed as he started the car and drove down the street. “Really, what is your deepest desire? Do you want love, money, a family?”
With a sigh you gave into his question. “I want to be the best detective I could be.”
“Why is that?” He asked.
“Family reasons.” You responded with and just stayed quiet as Lucifer drove. You texted one of your coworkers, getting the info on Ivan, the coworker the wife had mentioned. You found out he currently was working and told Lucifer to drive to the bank.
Getting there, Lucifer hopped out of the car and walked with you inside. Going to the nearest open clerk, he smiled as he spoke. “Hello, we need to speak to a man named Ivan. Could you direct him to us?”
Not For The WorldIt was a long and exhausting journey from the cold and windy shore of Bad Wolf Bay to the grand and glorious-looking Tyler Mansion. Upon arrival, everyone was physically, mentally, and emotionally drained. Jackie Tyler was adamant that Rose and the Doctor stay at the mansion for the night, rather than go to her flat when they had endured such a long, hard day.
Jackie was about to suggest separate bedrooms for the two of them, but one look at how tightly they held each other and the stubborn look on Rose’s face, she knew she would be wasting her breath. So, after hugging them both tightly, she shooed them on their way. Rose silently led the way up the wide, elegant staircase and down the high-arched hallway.
At the far end of the long corridor, they came to a halt outside a plain white door.
“This is quite a ways away from all the other rooms,” the Doctor said, observing that Jackie and Pete had walked in the opposite direction, down another long hallway, wh
A Dose Of RealityRose was furious. Furious and hurt. She had truly believed that the Doctor, when he finally told her he loved her, was now ready to stop pushing her away. Ready to stop causing her vertigo with his constant and instantaneous 180’s. Ready to fully commit to her and stop holding her at arm’s length.
Yet, ever since they left that damned beach, he had reverted to old habits. Holding her close and then immediately pushing her away. Saying one thing with his eyes, but not really saying anything at all.
She had given him time, trying not to push him too hard, trying to let him adjust to this new life. But after seven months of them being almost exactly where they were before she was trapped in Pete’s World, she was fed up and ready for more.
When she approached him about it he had pulled out some of his old tricks; rambling about unrelated topics, deflecting, etc. When he refused to even have a simple, honest conversation about it, her fury had been evident
IrresistibleRose could barely contain her excitement as she wandered through the corridors of her and the Doctor’s new TARDIS. The walls were a beautiful golden-tan coral and she couldn’t help but run her fingers along the wall, loving the coarse feel beneath her fingertips. In response there was a familiar gentle hum in her mind as the TARDIS reciprocated the loving gesture.
It had taken the Doctor a good three years to grow their TARDIS from the coral cutting the Time Lord Doctor had given them before leaving them in this alternate universe, in Pete’s World; though it had only taken him a couple of hours to do the calculations for the process Donna had suggested and a few weeks to gather the necessary supplies. Yet, after much time, patience, worry and a lot of love and doting by both the Doctor and herself, their TARDIS was complete.
Rose wandered the halls for more than an hour and looked forward to exploring the new rooms that had cropped up over the past few days. It seemed
A Nightmare To Forget, A Kiss To RememberThe Doctor lay in the dark beside a sleeping Rose Tyler and felt truly at peace and content for the first time in years. Even if he was now part human and might need more sleep than he would in his fully Time Lord body, he wouldn’t be able to sleep right now since his mind was racing so.
Today had truly been a day of miracles. Horrors as well, but the miracles had made the horrible return of one of his most hated arch nemesis’ bearable.
And now he was lying here listening to the deep even breaths of Rose Tyler, the one person he thought he would never be able to see or speak to again. His precious Rose, his brave, beautiful, brilliant girl had fought her way back to him, had proven him wrong and done what he had known to be impossible.
His mind replayed the moment he saw her at the opposite end of that deserted street. As soon as he reached the part of the memory that led to the creation of this body, he stopped the memory. He wanted to remember the joy and happiness on Ros
Mother-Daughter TalksMothers and daughters have a lot in common, but their talks don't always go as expected. Especially if they're Amy and River.
Amy pushed her heels into the sand. River bounced up and plopped down next to her, corkscrew hair lank and stringy with seawater.
River shook her head and wrung out her hair. "What's wrong?"
Amy looked at her. This glorious golden woman, older than she was, yet still her child.
"I wish we'd been able to find you as a baby."
River smiled wryly. "That wasn't possible. It would have changed too many timelines. Mine, yours, Rory's, the Doctor's, not to mention Kovarian, the Church, and timelines you don't even know about."
Amy grimaced and tossed a handful of wet sand toward the water. "I know that. And it's not like you didn't turn out magnificent."
Amy grinned at her. Out in the surf, Rory floated, the Doctor popped up beside him and dunked him, like an evil porpoise.
Rory floundered back up and swiped a splooshing wave over the grinning
No TouchingRose had just slipped her newly purchased TARDIS blue hoodie on and was headed down to the kitchen to enjoy her morning cuppa. Suddenly she felt a warm body press up behind her and arms encircle her from behind.
If she hadn’t already known who it was, the suddenness of the embrace would have sent the ex-dimension hopping Torchwood operative into fight mode. Instead, she leaned into the embrace and placed her hands over the ones lying flat against her stomach.
Still, Rose was rather eager to head downstairs and get her morning dose of caffeine. “Excuse me, Doctor, but this‘s a brand new hoodie and you can’t touch it. At least, not until after I’ve had my morning cuppa.”
“Oh, is it now, Rose Tyler? Too late, I’m already rather attached to it,” the words, whispered right next to her ear, sent a pleasant shiver down her spine, as did the arms tightening around her possessively. “Besides, who needs a morning cuppa when you’ve
A Hand To HoldThe TARDIS adored her Thief. Above any other living thing that had ever stepped through her doors, he was her favorite. With, perhaps, one exception.
From the moment her Wolf stepped through her doors, the TARDIS had known this young girl was special, that she was meant for so much more than her human mind could ever have imagined. The TARDIS immediately recognized her significance, that this simple human would one day be so determined to save the Doctor, she would rip open the TARDIS's heart and absorb the Time Vortex itself. They would become the Bad Wolf, having only one purpose and thought in mind—to save their Doctor.
The TARDIS had watched with trepidation as the Time War slowly tore her Thief apart at the seams. The war had caused him to become someone else, someone who did things that went against all he stood for, the very essence of who he was, changing him into the War Doctor. She had watched with great sorrow as her Thief was faced with an impossible choice; being for
Slow DaySometimes even the Doctor has a slow day...
Orange light glowed in the vast Tardis space.
The Doctor was sitting on the lower steps, tossing his sonic screwdriver. Flipping it up and catching it. Flipping it up and catching it. Turning it over and looking at it.
The door opened and River sauntered in. She stopped and stared. He didn't look up. And she knew he wasn't expecting her.
She shut the door. He sat hunched over and tossed his screwdriver from hand to hand. Not looking at her.
She walked over and sat beside him. "What are you doing, Sweetie?"
He looked up, he didn't look sad, or angry, or anything really.
Her eyebrow went up.
He flipped the sonic screwdriver. Quiet, apparently bored, but not bored enough to do anything about it.
"Nothing." She said incredulously.
He looked back at her, those eyes so dark and calm. Completely relaxed, just sitting there. "Sometimes it's okay to have a slow day."
He went back to twiddling with his screwdriver. She stared at him.
HusbandlySomething about River made the Doctor feel very husbandly...
He brushed his hand down her curly hair, fingertips slipping through the ends of the soft coils.
River was leaning against him, completely unconscious. Heavy and breathing softly, limp as a bag of sand.
She’d saved his life again. He’d stopped counting by now how many times she’d saved his bacon, took the hits meant for him, or simply jerked him out of the line of fire.
This time it was anesthazene gas. She’d gotten a face full of it. But not before shooting the grenade in the alien’s hand. Vaporizing him on the spot.
Fortunately, he’d been the last of them. Various raiders, bounty hunters, and general trouble makers were in no short supply in the universe.
River would even have numbered herself among their ranks.
But not him. He smiled down at her, where she sprawled against his side, propped up on his chest. Snoring softly.
He grinned. It was one of those husbandly things he loved
Coffee and Cologne His home was haunted, he was sure of it. There was a constant presence around him in the small apartment, however it didn’t seem malicious. Something like this might have scared someone else, but he was used to strange things happening.
After everything that happened is his long life, Captain Jack Harkness was trying to be normal, or as normal as an immortal being could be.
Torchwood Cardiff was gone, the bomb that had torn through it had destroyed the Hub under Roald Dahl Plass. U.N.I.T. had cleaned it up and taken everything that could have been salvaged. He hadn’t been able to help because he was off in America facing death for the first time since he’d been shot by a Dalek.
Now that the world was safe – again – he had decided not to restart Torchwood. His last team h