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imaginethewitcher · 6 years

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Hey, can we maybe get an unkowingly hurtful, busy Geralt/Regis who accidently blows off the reader when the reader excitedly tried to show off something sepcial to them, and Geralt/Regis don't realise until they haven't seen the reader in a while.

The long-awaited imagine is finally there! Thank you for your patience :D

Geralt: Thelast few days were the most exhausting ones you’ve ever experienced. Dandeliontaught you every single detail, no matter how seemingly trivial it was. Youaimed on writing the perfect ballad for Geralt. So you’ve asked theself-acclaimed master himself for advice, which he generously gave. Afterlistening hours and hours about every possible way to interpret a single lineof some poet, written by him self-explanatory. However it was worth the effort.You grinned wide as you put the last full stop and stretched your arms afterthe long hours of crossing out words, crumpling up papers and rewriting versesagain and again until you found the perfect words.With a wide grin and melodic humsyou skipped to Geralt. He sat at the desk of the room filled with numerousbeautiful paintings, old books and yellowed letters. The flickering of a candlethat was almost burned to the end of its wick, enlightened his face and ahalf-filled letter. His forehead was laid in wrinkles while he starred at thewords he wrote.You cleared your throat, but didn’tget a reaction. You were thinking of showing him the ballad later, however,your determination was stronger. So you tiptoed closer to him. As whispered inhis ear a “boo”, he turned around abruptly, hands already on the daggerfastened on his belt. You raised your hands immediately. On seeing you heexhaled and put his dagger back.“That could have ended muchdifferent. You know that”, he said and gave an annoyed grunt.“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware you werethat focused”, you said and looked over his shoulder. “What’s with this letteranyway? It seems to stress you out a bit”.He quickly turned the letter.“It’s nothing”, he replied.“If you say so”. You wanted to keepon asking, but you knew how much of a pain he could be once he’s reallyannoyed. “So, I’ve been doing something for quite a while now. It’s finallyfinished and I thought you might want to hear what I wrote”.The only reply you got from him wasone of his uninterested grunts.“You asked me what kept distractingme, you remember? I’m done with it now. Even Dandelion said it’s wonderful and‘would melt the heart when reading the lyrical syylables’”.You looked at him, in anticipationof an answer, but all he did was staring at that piece of paper and dipping thequill in ink.“Did you listen to me?”, you asked,clearer and louder this time.“Maybe later”. He didn’t turn tolook at you.“I see”, you said after a break, “Ifyou say so”.You stomped out of the room, yourcheeks and eyes felt like burning flames, only cooled by salty tears. All thework for nothing! The papers containing the most loving words fell to theground.

Geralt felt the heat from thedancing flame on his face. It was annoying, distracting from writing andthinking. Since months he didn’t know how to formulate this letter. Dandelionsaid he should ‘just write from his heart’, which was easier said than done. Herubbed his hands over his forehead. The words didn’t flow today how heimagined. With a deep sigh he got up from the chair. Another day without aproper result.“[Your name], are you there?”, he asked as he looked around the house. But theywere nowhere to be found, however, paper lied all over the ground. “Hm, odd”,he mumbled, picking them up.He recognized the cursivecalligraphy immediately, it was theirs. The writing told a heroic tale about alone witcher with white hair. The more he read the more he realized it wasabout him. The ballad ended with him being contented and finding a companion,who stays with him in united love until the end of their days.He cried their name again, but noanswer came back.“Dammit”.That was what they wanted to showhim and he replied to them with curtness. He could have slapped himself forsuch a manner. And all that for this cursed letter, which should have resultedthe opposite way. It was supposed to be a poem for them. Now he stood there,his gaze still captured by the graceful words, telling the story of them and him.Fortunately he knew where to find them, when they want to be alone or areupset.

Geralt went to the garden, seeing themsitting there with sunken shoulders, looking over the fields, which assumed thecobalt-blue of the night.“Hey”, he said in a quiet tone, “youlost something”.They shook their head.“It’s not important. I’m sorryhaving distracted you”, they replied still staring at the wide fields.”There is nothing you need to apologize for. It was my fault, not yours”.He took a seat beside them. For awhile both of them merely sat there in silence, looking over the fields.After a while Geralt broke thesilence.“I’ve read a few lines of it, but Iwould like to hear from you much more”.Now they looked up at him. He heldthe pages to them and their lighted up slightly.“If you say so”.So they sat there while [your name]read the ballad of a witcher, who is not lonely anymore.

Regis: Regishung over countless documents about a variety of statistics, scientificfindings, and anatomical sketches. He was literally buried under stacks ofpapers and books, as was the case most of the time. You opened the door to hishumble personal library. A creaking sound escaped from the old wooden door. Youhid your hand, keeping a little surprise, behind your back and walked towards himwith sedate steps thus not distracting him from working. You took a glimpseover his shoulders. Papers filled with notes in every corner.“You should take a break. I didn’tsee leaving this room since the early morning. It’s already late”, you said.“Thank you for your worries, but I’mstill not finished with the documents about herbs, that might cure variouspoisonings”. He pointed to yet another high stack of documents.You sighed with your hands on yourhips. It’s almost as if he’s addicted to work even though he has so much timeto live, work and learn.“I have a surprise for you”, yousaid optimistically, “You will love it! Believe me! Also you can continueworking later. A little break won’t disturb your studies. Take my word for it”.One book after another, one researchpaper after another, one herb after another, you collected every fact andinformation about herbs curing poisonings in a herbarium.He turned around and looked deepinto your eyes.“[Your name], I’m really not up to abreak right now. These studies are much more important than it might seem atfirst glance. They could save someone’s life, maybe even yours someday. And Ihope not to lose you, because I took a little break. We all profit from them”,he explained.He talked to you like a mother to achild, that just did something incredibly foolish. It was his way to staypolite, yet telling someone to leave him with his work alone. Your face wentred and heat grew in it. You knew he just wanted some quiet time and normallyyou didn’t bother him as he doesn’t bother you when you are busy, however, inthis case his whole work of collecting relevant information was senseless.“I’m aware of that. It’s just ashort little moment”.“Then I keep this small littlemoment for later as a reward for the finished studies”, he concluded and gaveyou kiss on your forehead, his way of apologizing.It was of no use to discuss with himfurther at this point. All your work was for nothing, an unsuccessful surprise.You left the room and banged the door. Sometimes you couldn’t understand Regis.Why he was so interested in human and their well-being and spent his whole lifewith studies about them. He has all this time for it, but you won’t be thereforever.There was one person who understoodthat struggle and that was Orianna. Tears ran down your face while you workedto her estate. It was silly, yet, they didn’t stop coming. You threw theherbarium in the grass. It didn’t matter anyway.

You knocked on the door.‘Stupid tears!’, you thought, wipingthem away, but the swollen red eyes gave the shed tears away.Orianna opened the door, already inher dressing gown. Before she could ope n her mouth, you fell around her neck.“Come in first and then we can talk.I’ll get you some wine”. She stroke your shoulders and pulled you carefully in.You tried to hold back, however, themoment she closed the door the words escaped your mouth like a waterfall.“I collected every littleinformation, every small detail about those cursed herbs, but of course he’s working.That’s all he does! I seem to be air to him. I wanted to give him a surprisewith a herbarium and he’s working continuously without taking a break once in awhile. He has all this time, all this time to do whatever he wants, but can’tspend only a few minutes with me”, you cried and tried to calm your heavy breathingdown, breathing in and out slowly. “I just want to spend some time with himwithout all this work”.Orianna loosened the hug. Her handsheld still onto your shoulders.“He knows”, she said.“What?”, you asked surprised andlooked at her with big eyes. “How do you mean this?”“You’ll see. I get you a glass ofwine”.She stepped away in her elegantattire and left you alone and confused.‘What did she mean by that?’, askingyourself, realizing you felt much better now.Standing felt like an eternity thereuntil the unexpected happened. A knock from the door was heard.“[Your name], are you there?”. Itwas Regis’ voice!You sprinted to the place the voicecame from, but stopped shortly before pulling the door. You didn’t want toargue with him. You didn’t want to have stress with him. Nevertheless youwanted things to change and be clearer about what you wanted. After moments of silencehe broke it.“I’ve made a mistake. It wasn’t myintention to make you feel as if you were naïve or perhaps even a waste oftime. My studies seem to be my prison, I have to get out of in order to spendmore time with you, the person I love. Can you forgive me?”, he talked in acalm soft voice.You inhaled the cold air. Regis’ noticedquickly were his weaknesses laid, and you were thankful for that, as well ashis will to ask for forgiveness.“I wasn’t the most understandingperson either”, you sighed, “I know how important all of this is and I admireyour sense of care. I still wish to spend more time with and not always see youburied in work”.You opened the door and hugged himtightly. He closed his arms around you. You stood there like this under themoonlight for a wonderful while.“I found your herbarium on the wayhere. Fortunately it wasn’t damaged greatly. It’ a valuable piece of information.Thank you, my love”.“I’m glad to hear this”, you smiledand nestled closer to him. “I have made it just for you”.

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oh-my-spn-one-shots · 7 years

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What Destiny Has Chosen - Pizza And Revelations

Words: 1.696

Pairing: Sabriel (Sam x Gabriel), implied Destiel (Dean x Castiel)

Warnings: Descriptions of an accident, bad injuries

Summary: Sam is very excited to meet up with the handsome George today but he doesn’t actually make it there. A secret is revealed. And what is going on with Dean?

A/N: I’m sorry for what happens in this chapter but hey, can’t really get any worse, right? I once again thank my amazing beta/editor @godisalwayswright for helping me with this, couldn’t have done it without you. I hope you’ll all enjoy the chapter, as always, likes and comments or any kind of feedback is always welcome.

What Destiny Has Chosen series:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Prequel Gabriel

Part One Part Two

Sam rolls his eyes at his brother. "Seriously Dean? Again? What do you need this time?"

Dean shrugs, he's been better over the past four days but is still going to the pharmacy every day and now he is grabbing his jacket to go again.

"I forgot to buy tissues." He states matter of factly.

"Dude you can buy those in any drug store. Also when was the last time you even so much as sniffed?" The younger brother frowns. "So why do you need to go to the pharmacy?"

Dean forces away the grin that was about to spread across his face when he thought of the real reason, then he fakes a sneeze and a half shocked face that nobody would buy.

"See, I just sneezed. And the ones you get at the pharmacy are more fluffy." And they are kinda tall, handsome, with unruly black hair and piercing blue eyes.

Of course, Dean doesn't say that. Well he doesn't even think it on purpose.

Dean hasn't actually talked to the other boy yet but he can't deny his interest, that doesn't mean he isn't trying to.

"Bye Sammy!" He leaves before his brother could say anything else.

"What the hell?" Sam sits down on the sofa and runs a hand through his hair, his brother is acting weird but he trusts Dean so he won't call him out on it.

Instead he takes out his phone and starts texting George. It has become a habit now, for whenever he doesn't have anything else to do, to distract him from thinking of the other boy.

Sam decided yesterday it wouldn't help anything to ignore George. At least at the weekend he doesn't have to see him and feel the sparks flying whenever they so much as meet each other's eyes.

Tom: 'Hey there'

Sam grins as there's a reply after only a few seconds, he imagines George waiting for him to text already.

George: 'hey Tommy! How's it going?'

Tom: 'I'm fine. Just hanging out, waiting to get hungry so I can eat the leftover pizza from yesterday.'

George: 'care to share? There enough left? Cause I'm hungry too and I'd even bring desert'

Sam smiles widely, yeah sometimes it was weird between him and George and he always has to remind himself that the other wasn't his soulmate, but in the end, he always got excited to see him.

Tom: 'Or I could leave the leftovers to my brother and come over. I'd pick up a fresh pizza on my way. How does that sound?'

He can't believe how fast George answers, it's Sam had barely pressed send and his phone blinked with a new message, it makes his heart skip.

George: 'Sounds just perfect! Do you know my address?'

Sam would have to lie if he said that he didn't feel a little tingly and a hint too excited for a meeting with just a friend.

Tom: 'yeah you gave it to me two days ago, remember? I'll be there before you can even think the word pizza!'

With that Sam pockets his phone, writes Dean a note and shrugs on his jacket. He grabs his wallet and goes out, stopping by at his favourite pizza restaurant to pick up the steaming goodness with extra cheese.

The whole time there's a smile on Sam's face. Even if he wouldn't admit it, this feels an awful lot like a date... And he likes it.

Lost in his thoughts he walks towards George's house, not really looking where he's going. As he turns to cross the street at a crosswalk, there's suddenly a long and loud honk, combined with the screeching of tires on the asphalt.

As Sam looks up, everything seems to be in slow motion, he sees the car coming closer, inch by inch but he can't seem to move and even if he could, it's too late now.

A blinding pain goes through his whole body as Sam is sent flying through the air, smacking his head hard on the concrete as he lands. The last thing Sam sees is a man running to him, yelling something as Sam lies on the hard ground.

His last thought is how much he wishes that man was George, just telling him he'd be okay. Then the whole world goes black.

---Gabriel---

A sickening feeling hits Gabriel all of a sudden. It's a mix of pain and nausea and he doubles over, holding his abdomen with a silent groan. He feels like he has just been punched right in the stomach, hard.

He had just been cleaning up the small apartment he and his brother share when it happened.

Something must be wrong, very wrong. The feeling subsides slowly, only leaving a tight knot in his stomach and the clear knowledge that something must have happened and it must have been something bad.

Gabriel runs a hand over his face, feeling the cold sweat on his forehead as he tries to breathe slowly and clear his mind. A picture of Tom keeps coming to the front of his mind and he can't push it away. He feels like a mannequin as an urge to find the source of this feeling rises up inside of him.

The next thing he knows is that he's outside and running on the sidewalk. He didn't feel the freezing cold of the air around him as adrenaline and fear run through his body like fire.

Gabriel hadn't put on a jacket or anything else to stay warm but right now he wasn't thinking about it, wasn't even caring about it.

From far away he hears the sirens of an ambulance. Following his instincts Gabriel suddenly takes a corner to the left, not even noticing that he almost ran into a bike or the angry shout from the man riding it.

Completely out of breath he finally runs out to the Main Street and sees the police already closing the road and a paramedic hovering over the large frame of a boy.

Gabriel feels like his heart stops for a moment, his breath catching in shock of seeing what his mind had already confirmed, what his instincts had told him already. It was Tom, and he has been injured badly.

Ignoring the police officer which tries to block his way, Gabriel runs towards where Tom was lying.

"No no no no no!" He mumbles desperately and grabs for Tom's hand.

The paramedic looks up from where he was fixating Tom's back, neck and legs for transportation. "Who are you?"

Gabriel shakes his head and looks at the paramedic desperately. "Is he gonna be okay?" The words catch in his throat but the other man seems to understand.

"There's no way of telling yet. We'll do x-ray's in the hospital." He shrugs. "Now would you please tell me who you are or just leave?" The older man says firmly.

"I'm his soulmate." Gabriel answers immediately, it feels like the right thing to say. He doesn't really know why he's lying but it doesn't feel wrong and it certainly softens the look in the paramedic's eyes.

"Oh I see." Just then they hoist Tom into the ambulance on a stretcher, with the help of two more paramedics. All the while Gabriel tries to hold onto but has to let go of Tom's hand.

"You can ride in the ambulance with him. And maybe help us contact his family." Only now Gabriel looks at the name tag the paramedic has on his shirt.

"Thank you Greg." He mumbles and sits on the small bench next to Tom.

"So, what's your soulmate's name?" Greg asks, while taking Tom's vitals but showing no concerns as he notes them, so Greg leans back a bit and turns a page to document a file for Tom.

Even through the icy grip of Gabriel's fear for Tom has on his heart, Gabriel can feel a soft warmth spread in his lower stomach for a second at the word soulmate. But it's gone just as fast as it came up, going down at his brain shouting at him that it's not true.

"His name is Tom Baker. He has a brother named Jake and his father is called Andrew, I think. They live right across from the park in Abby Street." He had brought Tom home once and somehow every detail about him seemed to get stuck in Gabriel's brain.

While Gabriel talks, Greg had noted what he's said and thanks him. "So what's your name?"

"Ga-" Gabriel stops himself and clears his throat. "George Smith."

Greg nods. "Do you happen to have the number of his father or brother?"

Gabriel simply shakes his head and stares at Tom, gulping at the sight of his ghostly pale face. He just hoped that as unconscious as he was now, he wouldn't be in any pain at least.

"Did you find his phone?" Gabriel asks quietly.

"Yes but it's completely crashed. No way to get any information out of it." Finally the ambulance arrives at the hospital and Gabriel quickly squeezes Tom's hand as he notices black writing peeking out underneath Tom's sleeve.

Looking over at Greg, he sees the man is busy with checking the vitals again, Gabriel pulls up Tom's sleeve to reveal the soulmate tattoo.

He doesn't know if he did it out of pure instinct, curiosity or jealousy but what he sees wasn't what he expected. Gabriel had thought that it'd break his heart to learn the name of Tom's soulmate, but instead...

Instead he found his own name imprinted clearly on the pale skin of Tom's forearm. Or should he say Sam's forearm?

It said Gabriel Novak in beautiful cursive letters.

Gabriel's heart starts to thumb heavily in his chest as the sudden realisation hits him that the young man in front of him is indeed Sam Winchester, his soulmate.

Right as the thought settles in, Tom, no, Sam, Is taken out of the car and rushed into the hospital.

Gabriel is told to just sit in the waiting area. Numbly he does as he's told, his brain still processing what his heart had already known.

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