#[mom] would be the true fallen angel in that sense. if u go against the principles of heaven u wouldnt be an angel anymore correct ?

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visual for how delta was born lol i'll put this on the shelf i'll finish it in like a year i think it would be a good learning piece

#the nerve stuff isnt meant to be there but im thinking about how to connect them #basically [mom] took a fragment of her heart and gave it life so he could be proof of angelkinds past legacy if she ended up succumbing to #um. like if she disappeared. and it would be like look... angels.. this is us.. everything they took from you is still here..!!!! #so like technically delta is just a little part of her but like she created him. so mother son moment is real #btw shes an angel who rebelled against corrupt angels (whos goal is to see the end of the universe) and she worked with devils/angels/humans #but she failed in the end and her death got covered up. however she is still revered by god who remember/fought w her and devout believers #but many didnt know of delta's existence so he is never treated like a god's child unless they had connections to the event' #revered by gods***** plural. she wasnt a god herself but ppl treated her as one after the rebellion #also when i say corrupt angels i mean like angels but they are assholes in postions of power. in thjat case technicallty #[mom] would be the true fallen angel in that sense. if u go against the principles of heaven u wouldnt be an angel anymore correct ? #anyway theyre just loosely based on heaven/hell anyway its not meant to mimic it] #my art

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MIYA ATSUMU - LITTLE MIYA

- summary - atsumu has to make sure that he’s the favourite parent to your unborn child and takes every chance he can get to convince them to pick him - fluff - x f reader

- an - this was for tsumu’s birthday but i was a little late posting due to unforeseen circumstances, but i’m glad i finally got it up, happy birthday tsum tsum i love u lots and thank u for being a character that i not only kin but have easily fallen in love with in a way too

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Sighing, Atsumu dropped his bag down and quietly took his shoes off and left them neatly by the door. The quiet hums of cars passing by outside your house reached the setters ears as he peered down the hall and noticed your bedroom light was still on.

The light was dim but he knew you’d likely have been reading or busying yourself some other way and you’d probably drifted off into a light sleep by now.

He shook his head and smiled thinking about how you’d always try and stay up for when he’d come home but you’d almost always end up falling back asleep.

Creaking the door open wider from where you’d left it slightly ajar where the dim light had been teasing the darkness of the halls of your home, Atsumu quietly stepped into the bedroom and began to shed the clothes he’d worn after taking a shower at the training grounds and into his boxers and white t-shirt. He would often take showers at the MSBY training grounds much to Sakusa’s delight as the latter would insist Atsumu’s stench was “unbearable” after training sessions (Atsumu was adamant that Sakusa only said this to wind him up but showered anyway), he also didn’t want to wake you up with the noise of water hitting the hard marble flooring in the bathroom and the sounds of the shower rinsing him.

Some may consider Atsumu a selfish man but it was small things like this that proved that hypothesis wrong. It was the little things Atsumu did out of habit that made him lean more towards the selfless side rather than selfish but it wasn’t like the two of you particularly cared about others perceptions of himself and your relationship. You knew Atsumu and you loved him the way he was regardless of what anyone else had to say about him.

He pulled the soft white sheets back and the mattress dipped as his weight rested down as he turned on his side to face you.

‘An angel’ he thought to himself as he brushed a few stray hairs out of your relaxed face before he managed to tear his eyes away and look down towards your stomach.

A smile crept up on his face as he crawled further down the bed until he was face level with the centre of your stomach.

“Hey little man, or girl.”

His soft whispers grew excited as he began to chatter to your stomach.

“Ya must’ve worn ya mother out today, she’s completely knocked out ya gotta go a little easy on her sometimes.”

His hand now moved to the beginning of the curve where your stomach stretched out to form a bump where your child was currently conversing with their father.

“Anyways, since I know what trouble you were causing today let me tell ya what I did today- oh yeah sorry I forgot, don’t get too mad at me will ya?”

Atsumu quickly pressed a ‘hello’ kiss to your stomach. He would always kiss both you and your stomach hello whenever he was met with you again insisting that the child would feel neglected if he left them out.

“Omi was in a bad mood this morning but would ya believe he said I’m gonna be a great dad?! I’m pretty sure it was a backhanded compliment since he did say ‘You’ll be a great dad, your kid is gonna love having a stupid and childish father they can call a friend.’...Do ya think that was backhanded? I think it was but he still admitted I’ll be a great dad so I guess I’ll take it.”

Rubbing small circles on your stomach Atsumu’s eyes twinkled as he felt a small kick, the action ever so slightly hitting against the palm of his hand.

“I knew ya were gonna agree with me! It was totally backhanded! I guess that's Omi for ya! Speaking of, I think yer gonna like him. If ya gonna be anythin like me, you’ll enjoy annoying him so I think he’s hopeful that ya gonna turn out like yer mother if anything.”

He glanced up at your sleeping form and smiled warmly. The thought of having a small version of himself excited him, but he also liked the idea of having a small version of you. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to handle an overexcited and non-stop child if they were to take after himself. Besides, he loved everything about you and he was sure that raising a small version of you would be a dream.

“Ya know, I have a feelin ya gonna be more like yer mom. She’s great and I know yer gonna be too. Obviously yer gonna be talented I mean, I’m yer dad! Of course yer gonna inherit my good looks and athletic talent but if ya don’t wanna play sports that's okay too! I know yer gonna have the talent for it though so the choice is yours!”

Finding out that he was going to be a father was one of Atsumu’s greatest achievements he’d insist. It was always in his plan for the future to become a dad and he was over the moon when you’d revealed that his efforts hadn’t gone to waste and that later on in the year, he was going to have a little Miya to help raise. Of course he wanted his child to get into sports. He was introduced to the industry at a young age and it had bagged him a career he loved, friends and bonds for life and a generous salary. At first, he was sure that his child was going to play volleyball. How could they not? Their dad was the setter for V-league team MSBY and recently scouted for the Olympic team. He had his sights set on raising a future champion but then he thought back to his own brother.

Osamu had been successful athletically too but looking where that took him, Atsumu saw that even though his brother had the capability to go professional and maybe even play in the same teams as him, Osamu found passion elsewhere and these days he was the owner of an extremely successful company in the food industry.

They’d both started at the same point but ended in different places and that was okay. It was then Atsumu began to tone down the insistence that his child was going to be a pro player just like him and he was more focused on helping his child find something they loved whether that was sports or something else and help them grow and go further in doing something they loved just like he had done.

You were extremely proud of your husband when he told you about this. You knew he’d realise it eventually but you were surprised at just how quick he’d been able to rethink the future of his child and reflect on how he was going to raise and support his them. Atsumu knew he wanted his child to be successful somehow but he had finally come to realise that it didn’t have to be athletically but rather anything your child wanted to do. If they did end up taking an interest in sport, great, but neither you or Atsumu were going to push it onto them just because their father was a pro athlete.

“Who knows, maybe you’ll even end up like yer uncle Samu and take up cookin. I’m sure he ain’t gonna mind if we take ya to his restaurants or stores to teach ya a thing or two. Yer gonna be more like me than him though got it? I don’t need him teasin me sayin that yer more like him and that ya like him more than me yeah?”

Another soft kick met his warm palm and he let out a soft scoff and aimed a harmless glare at your unborn child.

“Oi! Uncalled for! I know I can be a little rude sometimes, but I ain’t gonna let yer end up like me in that sense! Yer mom would kill me if she found out that yer manners were like mine back when I was a kid. Ya better not be annoyin either. Nana Miya will probably tell ya a few stories about me and uncle Samu and how we used to get on her nerves with constant bickerin and fightin.”

A soft laugh drifted from him as yet another soft kick was sent Astumu’s way.

“Alright, alright I’ll stop layin inta ya, just promise me you’ll be good for yer mom while I’m training and stuff? She’s the best and yer gonna love her so much I promise. I hope yer gonna love me just as much too because not to cheat, but yer mother and I have a little bet over who the favourite parent is gonna be so I’m not saying ya have to pick me but I am tellin ya now that yer obviously gonna like me more cause I’m gonna be the best dad ever for ya.”

His warm, calloused hand rubbed over your stomach as he carried on chatting to your child as if this was casual conversation to him.

The warm temperature on your growing stomach caused your eyes to flutter open as you registered it was in fact your husband who was touching and talking to you while you were unconscious.

“Tsumu? What are you doing?” Your eyes and voice heavy with sleep as a lazy smile traced over your face.

Atsumu looked up and hummed before meeting your half lidded eyes as he gave you a toothy grin.

“Just tellin our kid how I’m gonna be the best dad.”

“You little shit! You’re cheating, you can’t tell the baby to pick you as their favourite while I’m asleep that’s not fair!”

“Yeah? Well I bet ya tell our kid to pick you as their favourite while I’m at training! Ya have all day to convince them! I gotta make up for my time lost.”

You fought the smile that was trying to break out onto your face as the petty argument with your husband continued with him sitting next to your stomach and you leaning facing him.

“That’s not true, I would never play dirty!”

“Baby, yer a Miya now, playin dirty comes with the name so I know yer lying!!

His hand still rested on your stomach as his eyes lit up as yours widened. Yet another small kick was felt as a smug smile wiped across your husband's face.

“Ha! Even little Miya admits yer a liar!”

You huffed and playfully gared at your own stomach and then your husband.

“Snitches get stitches.” You poked your stomach gently as if to retaliate to your growing baby.

“Hear that? Yer mom’s mean! That’s why I’m gonna be the favourite!” Atsumu declared with a triumphant smile as you laid back down to rest your head on the pillow.

“Yeah yeah we’ll see… I’m gonna go back to sleep. Tsumu, I love you.”

Atsumu crawled back over to you and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and whispered a ‘good night’ and ‘I love you’ before padding back over on all fours to your stomach before meeting it eye-level once more.

“So back to what we were talking about before we were interrupted…”

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Another request of mine is since we’re not sure who the baby daddy is for adelita is there a way you can do a request on u being angels girlfriend and u helping him raise his baby boy, but also being like worried about him and adelita that they might get back together again?? But angel and adelita don’t get back together in the end.

*Here it is girl! I hope you love it 💕 *

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Warnings: Mostly just fluff

When Angel met you he knew he wanted to make you his but there was just one tiny problem, he had a small human growing within another woman. He wasn’t just a single man anymore he and his kid were going to become a package deal and he wasn’t sure how you would respond to that.

He knew he had to tell you right away, it was only fair that you knew before things between the two of you progressed and at least if he got the cat out of the bag early it could save him some potential heartache if this was a dealbreaker for you.

The two of you went out for dinner and it was as you were walking under the stars together that he broke the news to you.

Your hands were entwined as they gently swung back and forth between the two of you, the cool breeze caressing your face.

“I gotta tell you something, querida.” He said nervously, “And I’ll understand if you're not okay with it and never wanna see me again.”

You stopped walking and it took him a couple steps past you and the tugging of his arm to snap him out of his anxious thoughts and realize you were no longer walking with him.

You pulled his arm towards you forcing him to step closer and right in front of you, “What is it Angel? You can tell me anything.”

He licked his lips and nodded his head slightly as he mustered up the courage, “I have a kid,” he began searching your eyes for any negative signs, “Well not yet but I gotta baby mamma, she’s due in a couple months. We aren’t together anymore and we agreed we’d be better off apart but still want the other involved.” He finished never taking his eyes off your face, trying to read any little movement or change in expression.

You processed the information for a bit, it wasn’t exactly what you were expecting him to say but you really liked him and were always good with children you didn’t see why this would be any problem for your future relationship if what he said about the relationship between him and the mother was true.

“Okay,” was all you said as you began walking again, Angel trailing a few steps behind you now.

“Okay?” He asked as he caught back up to your side, your hands never separating, “That’s really all you are going to say?”

“Any kid of yours is going to be an amazing” you said looking over at him, you could see him beginning to smile, “And if I can fall in love with you I know I can fall in love with it.”

You were now stopped in front of your small house just outside the enclosed chain link fence. You leaned up and placed a kiss onto his cheek before giving him a smile, “Goodnight Angel. I look forward to our next date.”

With that you left him gobsmacked as he watched you walk up the pathway to your house giving him one last wave and disappearing behind the door.

It was in that moment that he knew you were the one for him.

Now you were sat on the sofa scrolling through the channels on your tv as you waited for Angel to come back home with his son. He had taken his baby boy to see his mother earlier in the day and should be back soon.

You only met Adelita once, as a mother she naturally wanted to meet the other woman who would be a part of her son's life. You could see how Angel had fallen for her, not only was she beautiful but she was strong and emitted a sense of power that was very compelling.

Angel told you that she was involved in dangerous things and was very busy so it was better for him to have sole custody of the child. He never told you any of the specifics but just that it was safer for you and his son if you didn’t know, the child needed to be as separate from that life as possible.

You understood and really stepped up to the plate as the boy’s other mother. It wasn’t hard though, just as Angel stole your heart, the minute you looked into the big brown eyes of the small infant he had run away with your heart as well.

Angel was so thankful to you, he didn’t know how he would do it without you. Nurturing just seemed to be second nature for you while he still felt like he was stumbling around this whole fatherhood thing. You were always there to help guide and encourage him through all the little moments and each day he fell more and more in love with you.

The clock kept ticking as it got later and later, the sound of the tv became background noise as your mind drifted to what might have been keeping your two boys late.

You could see them together, Angel, Adelita, and their son as a family, happy and whole.

There was always this fear that one day she would steal them back away from you. Of course they weren’t really yours to claim, especially the little peanut, she had every right to take them back.

And why wouldn’t Angel want his family whole? Why wouldn’t he want that for his son?

You felt like an imposter in another person’s life. Never quite feeling like you fully belonged in the role as his mother.

The opening of the door snapped you out of your thoughts followed by the familiar wails of the babe, as Angel lugged the boy in looking exhausted. He set the car seat down gently and began unbuckling the seat belt, “I’m sorry we’re late, mi dulce. He’s been crying nonstop and I pulled over halfway home but couldn’t figure out what he wanted. Fuck I tried everything.” He ran his hand through his hair, frustrated.

You stood up from the couch and made your way into the kitchen, “Maybe he’s hungry,” you called back to him as you began preparing a bottle.

“The little shit just ate before we left,” he said exasperated. He now had the boy cradled into his arms and began rocking and bouncing trying to sooth the distressed bundle.

You finished whipping up the bottle, dabbing the nipple onto your wrist to check the temperature before bringing it to Angel, “Here,” you said softly, handing him the bottle.

He gave you a half smile before gently placing the bottle into his son's mouth, the boy latching on immediately silencing the cries, “How do you do that? Know exactly what he wants,” he asked in amazement.

You just shrugged before clicking off the tv with the remote and sitting back down on the sofa, patting the spot next to you.

Angel sat beside you kicking his feet up onto the coffee table as you snuggled into his shoulder, looking lovingly at the baby. He glanced over to you and smiled, his heart lived for these moments, full of love and wholeness.

“Would you mind?” He asked, doing his best to motion to the bottle.

Catching on to what he was saying you took the place of his hand on the bottle as he moved his now free arm and wrapped it around your shoulder bringing you in even closer. You leaned your head against him and he kissed the top of your head. You both watched as the infant's eyelids became heavy and he drifted to sleep. You carefully removed the bottle and set it down beside you.

Just enjoying the moment and not wanting to disturb the baby you both snuggled together enjoying the moment as a family.

You pulled your legs up onto the sofa and cuddled more into Angel’s chest, his arm tightening around you, “Do you still love her?,” you asked softly for fear of waking the sleeping angel.

It took Angel a minute in his exhausted state to figure out who you were talking about, “Adelita?” He clarified.

“Yeah.”

He contemplated for a moment trying to think of the right words and how to phrase his feeling properly, “I love her in the sense that she brought life to my son and I will always be grateful to her for that. We have history, but that love’s in the past.”

Your heart instinctively sank at the words “I love her” before you heard the rest.

“But this love is the present and my future, our future.” He smiled as he looked down at the sleeping babe in his arms,“You’re the most amazing woman I have ever met. You took me into your arms lovingly and without question took my son too, our son.” He affirmed, “Not many people would do that, take in another’s child, and to do so so spectacularly. You're a natural with him, definitely make me look bad,” he chuckled, “We’d be drowning without you, mi amor.”

You teared up as he wiped away all your insecurities and doubt with just his words.

“And someday I’m gonna marry you. Then I’ll knock you up like crazy woman,” he smirked, “And we’ll make lots of little siblings for our little man. I already know you’re an astounding mom so there’s no excuse not too. And maybe by our fourth or fifth I’ll finally have it figured out.” He teased a smirk playing on his lips, “We can even get started now.”

You smacked at his hand that lay around you playfully, “I think one is plenty enough for now Angel. And there is no way I’m birthing three or four kids for you. I’ll do two. Max. But that’s all you will be getting out of me.” You teased back.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest, “We’ll see,” he said, not giving in “I love you. Only you.” He reaffirmed, hoping you believed him.

You sighed and smiled content, “I love you too. And our son,” you gently ran your finger across the side of the baby’s face. The words our son, feeling so good coming from your lips, and like music to Angel’s ears.

Closing your eyes you could picture it perfectly. You and Angel with your four or five beautiful children, one big happy family. You thought about how happy you were and how full of love you felt for the bundle of joy you two had now, knowing the love would only grow as your family grew.

Fuck you just might cave and give him what he wanted.

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king of my heart

deancas; 1,059 wc; fluff post-rescue fic xox

We’re letting go tonight, We’re leaving Earth behind. With praise we touch the sky, We’re soaring towards your eyes.

It was a quiet place outside of Charleston, South Carolina. Secluded, surrounded by towering Willows and blooming Dogwoods. Strings of white lights hung across the length of the outdoor patio, where a live band was playing gentle music. A three man ensemble assisted only by a Taylor acoustic and Pearl Cajon. The moon is high, and the sky is cloudless. Stars shine brilliantly as far as the eye can see.

There are only a handful of other couples dancing along the hardwood, quiet and private.

Inside the restaurant was more of the same: quiet, serene. Tables illuminated only by candlelight. Gentle, amplified strums of the guitar floated inside off of the speakers. Dean would call the place semi-formal. Too nice for graphic tees and sneakers, but not a tuxedo and gown joint either.

It was perfect for them.

They’d caught a case here earlier in the week, Tuesday, a run-of-the-mill vamps nest. For once, it went off without a hitch. Dean wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth this time; after the months they’ve had, with losing Cas and Mom to getting Cas back just to lose him again to Asmodeus, they deserved this break.

They’d decided to stay in town until Sunday. Tomorrow.

Dean knew Cas was in trouble the moment he and Sam stormed the bar where Cas had been. He knew the voice on the other end of the line wasn’t truly Cas, no matter how good of an actor Asmodeus thought himself to be. And as text after text went unanswered, Dean knew. He could feel the blood drain from his face as his gut coiled into a tight spring.

It’s not Cas it’s not Cas it’s not Cas.

It had taken some effort to convince Sam that Dean wasn’t crazy and paranoid, of course. How do you know? Sam had asked. It’s Cas, he’s always a little odd.

No. It’s not him, Sam. I know him, okay? I know him better than anyone else on this whole friggin’ planet. Dean’s voice had wavered then, and that seemed to be enough for Sam.

So they searched. They hunted. In the process of looking for Cas, they’d found Jack too. Apparently, Jack could also sense something was off about his chosen guardian. His father. He was in danger, Jack had said. And he teleported them to the pit.

They hunted down Asmodeus. They laid siege to Hell, slicing and dicing anyone and everyone that got in their way. They found Cas unscathed in a cage.

Dean had nearly fallen to his knees in relief. He grabbed the angel into his arms, gripping him for all it was worth. Sobs wracked his body as his fist pounded Castiel in the shoulder, pissed and hurt and a thousand other emotions he couldn’t put words to.

Stop tryin’ to fuckin’ die on me, Dean hissed into Cas’s ear. I can’t keep doin’ this!

Dean felt the collar of his shirt become damp with Cas’s tears. I’m so sorry, Dean. God, I’m so sorry.

Jack teleported them all back to the bunker. Without another word, Dean had grabbed hold of Cas’s wrist and brought him to his bedroom, committed on showing Cas just how much the angel fucking meant to him.

That was four months ago. Dean never looked back. Not once. He was wholly and unconditionally in love with Castiel, angel of the Lord. And Cas was equally devoted to and in love with him.

That was never gonna change. The cosmos had written it for them. It was as true as the gospel. And so the Angel fell in love with the Righteous Man, and the Righteous Man with the Angel. And Chuck saw that it was good.

Maybe Dean added that last bit. But he believed it anyway.

So here they were. Holding each other close, swaying like the dogwood blooms in the wind to the music floating in the air. Dean’s arms wrapped around Cas’s back, cheek pressed along the crown of the angel’s head. Cas’s arms encircling Dean’s middle, cheek pressed against Dean’s shoulder, nose buried into his neck. His lips ghosting Dean’s jaw.

Dean isn’t much of a dancing man. But then again, he ain’t one for falling in love either.

Up with the stars, outside of time, Held in the brightness of your light. All of the saints and angels cry; And all of creation testifies.

“I love you,” Dean murmurs into Cas’s hair, thumbs stroking tiny circles in the small of his back. “Y’know that, right?”

Cas hums into Dean’s neck, nodding slowly. “And I love you.” His arms squeeze tightly around Dean for emphasis.

Dean sighs heavily, pressing his lips to Cas’s crown. Tears prick at the corners of forest green eyes.

“Marry me,” Dean whispers. And maybe it’s spur of the moment, but Dean means it with every ounce of his body and soul all the same.

Cas stalls in his movements. Dean’s mouth goes dry, and he licks his lips nervously. Cas pulls back enough to meet his eyes. Ethereal blue stare into green.

“Dean,” he breathes. Tears well up in Castiel’s eyes. Dean moves his hands to frame Cas’s face, and he presses their brows together.

“‘M serious, Cas. Please,” he whispers, breath caressing Cas’s face. “Marry me. Take me as yours. Forever and ever. ‘Til the day I’m dead’n gone.”

Dean doesn’t pay any mind to the tears spilling down his cheeks. Cas’s hands come up to grasp Dean’s face. Cas presses a soft peck to Dean’s lips.

“Yes,” he breathes. “Yes, Dean. I will.”

A watery smile graces Dean’s face, and he captures Cas’s mouth with his own.

On another plane, at the top of a mountain, the creator of the earth watches through closed eyes, a boastful smile etched across His face.

Amara’s hand falls on His shoulder. “What is it?”

Chuck opens his eyes and gazes at his sister, His eyes crinkling at the corners with a smile. He breathes deeply, the mountain air cleansing His very being. He turns his head to stare at the vastness of the mountain tops, clouds hanging low, sun shining brightly through them.

“Finally,” He says. Amara grins knowingly.

And He saw that it was good.

fin

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