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gilverrwrites · 2 months

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Their Perfect Date HCs [Angel edition]

Rating: General

Human Edition | Monster Edition

Please remember: There is strength in softness.

Cas

Absolutely brings you flowers.

Hear me out: fruit picking!

Something like strawberries

Spend the day outdoors in the sunny weather, chatting, walking, picking and comparing fruits.

Maybe a picnic at the end where you can refuel, and Cas can bask in the sun. Enjoy people/nature watching together.

Then you take him home and make your harvest into something; a pie, wine, jelly/jam.

Put him in a frilly apron and boop flour on his nose, he’s in love.

Cas won’t partake in the consumption, but he’ll enjoy watching you, and earnestly listen to your review.

Gabriel

Brings you chocolates/candy.

(Obviously, he has ideas, plans, and wants of his own, to a dangerous extent but) Gabe at his core just wants to impress you, don’t give him choices because he’s very much a ‘whatever you want’ kinda guy in those scenarios. His ideal date is whatever your ideal date is.

What do you want for dinner? ‘Whatever you fancy sugar’, your wish: my command.’ Do you prefer the red outfit, or the black? ‘I think you look smokin’ in both, pick whatever you feel good in.’ Do you want pasta or pizza? ‘I want a pizza you. Do you want pasta or pizza?’

Plus, he loves simultaneously using indecisiveness to wind you up and to force you to make decisions for yourself, to voice your own wants and needs.

Ultimately though, I think his ideal date would be something surprisingly simple.

Like a coffee date.

Or hot/boozy hot/chocolates and pancakes at a dessert restaurant.

Tell him about your proudest moments, your favourite everything, your biggest adventures, your fondest dreams, so he can soak you in.

He’ll tell you about his own escapades, drops some big names, about his early days on earth, and so on.

Somewhere you can spend hours chitchatting, sharing stories, and getting to know each other, while getting high on sugar and playing footsie under the table.

Jack

Isn’t sure which is most appropriate or which you would like most, so he brings you all the gifts! Chocolate, flowers, soft toys, you name it!

But then he gets nervous and thinks it’s too much, so he only gives you the flowers.

Until you’re halfway through your date, when things are just easy and relaxed. He confesses and gives you the other stuff at the end of your date.

As for the date itself it would be something classic but fun; bowling, mini golf, roller skating.

If it’s score-based, he won’t be competitive, but also will not let you win.

If the venue does food, and you’re struggling to pick he’ll order your second choice so the two of you can split and share.

Will find any excuse to try and hold your hand throughout.

Lucifer

Does not bring a gift. Come on, he’s all the gift you need.

Lucifer is not easy to take on a date. (He’s not easy in any regard really.) Especially when you take into account his distaste for all things human.

If he’s earnestly asked you on a date/agreed to a date, then the only salvageable factor is you. No pressure.

And it's not like he can just fly you away to another galaxy or something, cause you know, human bodies don’t tend to do well in the vacuum of space.

Plus, he’s so contraire you could spend hours listing ideas and he would bat down every single one. (Secretly loving every moment because he gets to spend time with you, making you laugh as he comes up with more and more ridiculous reasons to reject your ideas).

Really though, just take him with you on your daily routine, or even like, your ideal day. Let him bitch about all the humans in the grocery store, let him try your favourite foods, him laugh at the kid who dropped their ice cream, and let him watch you geek out at the book/video/hobby store without embarrassment. Just let him experience your true self, while letting him be his true self.

No policing him, just pure unadulterated freedom with the person he loves.

Michael

Brings you chocolates, but not like fancy ones. Adam advised that gifts were customary in human dating culture, but didn’t specify which kind, so he got you a selection of candy bars, the same kind that Adam seems to enjoy.

Something outdoorsy and active but with a view; Hiking, rock climbing, or even just a long walk on the beach.

Something where you can find a nice place to settle and watch the clouds and/or stars together.

If stargazing, he will teach you about the different constellations, their creation, and their stories.

Will be absolutely enamoured if you already know some of it and are able to have a back-and-forth conversation.

Adam also tried to teach him some other dating tricks, like fake stretching to put his arm around you, but that seems redundant. If he wants to put his arm around you, he will simply do so.

Short circuits a little when you lean in closer and rest your head on his chest/shoulder.

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supernaturalsidepiece · 3 months

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SUPERNATURAL 2005 - 2020. (More)

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comradeerizo · 1 year

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Having watched eleven and a half seasons of Supernatural, this is my greatest contribution to the community. A classification of angels personality types.

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onlyafoolformyships · 11 months

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(Dean being my fave stupid old man)

Sam: I am at a loss for words.

Dean: *in his head* Despite being at a loss for words Sam yelled at me for the next 45 mins..... And cas joined in.

#spn #supernatural #dean winchester #castiel #spn crack #supernatural angels #incorrect dean winchester quotes #incorrect spn quotes #spn incorrect quotes #someone give poor sam and cas some strength cause they're collectively done with dean's bullshit #destiel #incorrect sam winchester #sam winchester

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marchtothefuckingsea · 1 year

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Guardian Angel - Lucifer

My Masterlist.

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: Injury, canon typical violence/gore. Lucifer is good(ish) au, like it or leave it.

x gender neutral reader, hurt/comfort, enemies to allies

Summary: Who knew the devil could be a guardian angel?

"Where is this?" I demanded, spinning around to face the angel Zachariah. I had been in the middle of a demon case but after the sound of fluttering feathers and my salt line blowing away, a hand grabbed my shoulder roughly and I now found myself somewhere completely different.

Taking in my surroundings, the place was light and elegant-or gaudy, depending on who you asked- and clean. A long table was lined with food and drink, but my narrowed eyes came to rest on the bald man in a suit several feet away from me.

"What do you want?" I backed away from him slowly, my hand coming to rest on the demon blade at my hip. I knew it couldn't hurt him, and I didn't have anything that could.

"I need you to tell me where Micheal's vessel is."

"Do you think I'm an idiot?" I retorted. "Besides, I haven't even had contact with them for weeks at this point. They're off the map."

Zachariah brought his hand up before clenching his fist, and I suddenly felt my heart seize in my chest. I dropped to my knees, clawing at my chest and glaring up at him.

"Find them yourself, you bastard angel." I hissed.

He took a step towards me, and then another. I hastily scrambled back. With a swift kick, he sent me flying into the wall. I felt my bones crack and I fell to the floor with a thud. A groan escaped my lips, my breaths ragged and shallow. He hauled me up by my collar so I was eye level with him.

"Where. Is. Dean. Winchester?" He punctuated each word with a blow to the side of my head. I was seeing spots by now, and I was lucky to still be conscious.

Blood had pooled in my mouth, and I spit it in his face with a bloody grin. "No chance." I rasped out. "You can torture me all you want, but you have no other leverage over me."

Frustrated, he released me, and my body dropped limply onto the floor once again. I couldn't keep my eyes from shutting, my breath rattling in my throat.

"This is all very unnecessary. Tsk, tsk, tsk." I heard a smooth voice. I struggled to force my eyes open, but my vision was too blurry anyways.

"Lucifer." Zachariah's voice was as threatening as it could be, given the situation. Although he was high up in the ranks of heaven, the archangel could smite him with next to no effort.

Their voices faded in and out. I tried to make myself as small as possible; a small, hopeful part of me desperately wishing they would just forget I was there entirely. I heard a snap, and something told me to open my eyes. The archangel had exploded Zachariah into nothing, and he was now looking directly at me.

With my back already up against a wall, there was nothing I could do except to curl my arms around my middle defensively. I sucked in a sharp breath when my hand brushed against my ribcage. It was definitely bruised beyond a few potent painkillers.

The devil kneeled beside me. "I don't know where they are." I mumbled. I gasped, my breath rattling in my chest. I tried my best to cough, but it only came out as small huffs of air.

"I'm not worried about that."

"Then what do you want from me?" My voice was quiet.

"Nothing." He said simply.

"You're going to kill me now, aren't you?"

He frowned, but didn’t answer.

"Just get it over with." I said bravely, but when he reached to place his fingers on my forehead, I couldn't stop myself from flinching away from the contact, my breath hitching in my throat.

I briefly felt the touch of his cool fingers. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and everything was dark.

When I awoke, I was back in the dilapidated cabin I had shut myself in. I laid there for a moment, remembering what had happened and now realizing that I could breathe without difficulty. Tentatively, I tested each of my limbs, then I finally sucked in a deep breath. There was no pain.

I tiredly swung my legs over the side of the bed, healed, but still feeling incredibly weak. Lucifer had healed me, I wondered. He had zapped me back here and healed me. He hadn't killed me. There had to be a reason, he had to have some other use for me.

Almost as if thinking about the fallen angel was enough to summon him, I heard a flutter of wings, and the pages of a dusty notepad on the bedside waved slightly. I pushed myself to my feet at the sound, instinctively on guard. My vision was filled with white for a split second as I leaned against the wall.

"You're awake, I see." The devil's voice said approvingly. "And feisty as ever."

He sauntered around the bed, forcing me to back away from him. Eventually my legs hit the back of a sofa, and I stumbled to a halt.

"How are you feeling?" Lucifer asked, cooking his head to the side. I just shook my head. I was still weak enough to be struggling to stand on my own.

"Why did you help me?" I countered. My back was up against the other wall, mostly for support, because he hadn't moved past the sofa.

"I was feeling…Generous." He crossed his arms. "A thank you would be nice."

"I'm sure you had your reasons." I said suspiciously.

An arrogant smile crossed his face. "Of course I do. But that's for me to know and, well, you know."

"Oh and, by the way, you might want to watch your back." And he was gone as quickly as he had come.

"Thanks." I muttered into the empty room.

I had allowed myself a day to rest and recover, while still doing research in connection with the case. Afterwards, it went how I had expected it to, save for yet another beating I could have gone without. It was nothing major.

I was tending to my wounds in the bathroom, watching in the dirty mirror as I stitched up the gash on my arm. I quickly ducked my head to bite the thread in two, and when I looked in the mirror again, I jumped.

"Lucifer, what the hell-" I hissed, spinning around to face him. He immediately grabbed me by the arm, but before he could teleport us out, I yanked my arm out of his grip. I cursed when the action tore the stitches I had just finished.

"What's going on?" I demanded.

"Angels. They've found out where you are." He informed me."They're on their way."

I was in the room now, and even though I knew he wasn't exactly trustable, I found myself subconsciously looking for my angel blade. "How do you know?" I tucked it into my waistband.

He huffed in frustration, but answered my question anyway. "Angel radio."

"I think I'll just stay here and fight. Thanks for the heads up." I took a hunting knife out of my boot and sliced across my left arm. I felt the devil's eyes on my back as I began to draw the angel banishing sigil on a wall.

"We don't have time for this." He snapped, reaching for me again. I dodged him with a glare.

"I'm not going anywhere with you." I said lowly.

"That," He pointed to the sigil I had just finished. "Isn't going to work. And neither is that blade. We're talking about another archangel here."

At the mention of an archangel, I froze, twisting to meet his gaze. "What do they want with me?"

Lucifer seemed glad to finally have my attention. "What do you think?"

Our heads both snapped up at the sound of fluttering wings. I instinctively backed up, bumping right into Lucifer in the process. His reaction was quick and unexpected; he stepped around and in front of me, shoving me behind him and putting himself between me and the new archangel in the room.

"Brother." He greeted, though his voice was far from being happy to see the other angel.

"Lucifer." Raphael said formally. "You know why I am here."

"No." His answer was short and even, but I could see the tension in his posture now.

"Step out of the way. We must find the Winchesters so that the apocalypse may begin."

"They have nothing on their whereabouts, believe me." His voice was becoming more strained, and if I hadn't been behind him, I would have seen the way his eyes began to glow red in warning. Raphael took a step forward.

In one swift movement, he swung at Lucifer, who ducked and countered with another swing. Raphael met his blow, and managed to gain the upper hand. Lucifer could have taken him easily, but with me behind him, he fought defensively.

I waited for an opening. Even though the angel blade couldn't kill the archangel, I hoped it might drag his attention away from Lucifer long enough for him to regain the upper hand. I thrust the blade forward into the middle of Raphael's back.

He shoved away from Lucifer, turning to me and a murderous look in his eyes. I staggered back, just as an invisible force sent me flying into the wall. I crumpled to the floor, shoving myself to my elbows and watching as he pulled the blade out without even flinching. Lucifer’s eyes darted between his brother and I.

"I can tell you where the Winchesters are." I groaned out through gritted teeth, desperately trying to keep his attention away from the devil, who was now drawing a sigil on the wall.

Raphael grabbed me roughly by the collar, lifting me to my feet and swinging me around. Lucifer, froze with his hand in the air, poised to activate the sigil.

"Let them go." His voice was low and dangerous.

I was yanked back into him, and the angel blade was pointed at my chest. "I'll have them stabbed clean through before you can banish me." My eyes met Lucifer's, urging him to activate the sigil. If the archangel escaped with me in tow, there would be things worse than death planned for me.

Lucifer slammed his hand in the middle of the sigil, simultaneously I felt a white hot pain in my chest. A blinding light filling the room. My body dropped to the floor with a dull thud and all I knew at the moment was pain. I gasped for air, my eyes wide in panic now that the light had faded. It was only a split second before I saw Lucifer above me.

I tried to gargle out something, I wasn't sure what, but he silenced me. "Don't talk." He ordered, but his voice wasn't harsh. I settled for grasping at his hands instead when he wrapped one around the handle of the blade that was embedded in my lungs. It shifted ever so slightly, triggering another spasm of pain.

"I have to take this out to heal you." He informed me, seeing the fear in my eyes. It took everything I had not to fight against him as he began to pull the blade out, as carefully as possible. I couldn't sense anything but white hot agony, but I was sure something resembling a scream tore out of my throat.

As soon as the blade was out, a wave of warmth washed over my entire body, washing away the pain with it. I gasped, shoving myself upright. My eyes darted around before meeting Lucifer's, my chest heaving.

I struggled to my feet, and the angel was supporting me as soon as I stood, leading me over to the bed and pushing me back onto it. Adrenaline still pumped through my veins, and my heart was still beating out of my chest. It took everything in me to even begin to calm myself down.

After several minutes, I was still shaking and hyperventilating. Lucifer sat patiently in the chair at the bedside the entire time, watching me closely until he decided to intervene. My eyes darted over to him when he stood. His movements were deliberately slow as he sat next to me and tentatively pulled me into an awkward embrace.

I couldn't believe this was the devil himself, but that was the last thing on my mind at the moment. It took another several minutes for me to calm down completely and finally relax into his side, but the effect began to take place immediately. I wasn't sure if it was my body reacting to the comfort of 'human' contact, or if it was an effect of his grace, but I was grateful.

"I'm okay." I finally said, pulling away from him. He let me, but still kept his hand on the small of my back. "Thank you." I said genuinely. At that, his arm wound around my shoulders and pulled me into him again, and I thought I felt his lips in my hair.

"You are one of the few worth protecting." He murmured.

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nightingale2004 · 2 months

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Random supernatural imagine:

Imagine if castiel was assigned to watch over the Winchester bloodline since day one.

Now hear me out. We know that Castiel was assigned to watch over Dean and Sam (mostly Dean 😏), but what if he was assigned before that. When the first Winchester was born, Castiel was immediately assigned to watch over the bloodline and make sure that it continued.

After centuries of watching Winchester, men and women become hunters and men of letters. He sees their ancestors in Dean and Sam all the time. And Dean reminds him of one of his ancestors that he fell in love with a long time ago.

Just a thought that I wanted to put out into the universe.

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plentyoffandoms · 30 days

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#supernatural #spn #supernatural polls #polls #tumblr polls #supernatural angels #supernatural demons

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chimerazodiac · 1 year

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Honestly, let's face it. The Winchesters [specifically Dean] and their affect on his life, lowered Cas' self-esteem so much that if he didn't think he owed them [and the angels] so much, he would have killed himself.

#supernatural #spn #supernatural angels #castiel #spn angels #anti dean winchester #anti destiel #dean winchester #sam and dean #sam winchester

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casdeans-pie · 11 months

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Uploaded my first Destiel fic to AO3 aaa - fly free my tiny child

---Read on AO3 ✨️

#i am soooo excited to finally have a pseud for my spn fics !#destiel #supernatural angels #destiel fanfiction #destiel ficlet #my fanfiction #spn #supernatural #spn fanfiction #expect more fanfics soon!!#pie's projects

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melodyfsoul1 · 3 days

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Supernatural Angel Wing Overview (Part 4/7)

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gilverrwrites · 3 months

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Supernatural Taste and Smell Headcanons

I included a lot of characters (I think 24?), but if your fave didn't make the cut, just send me an ask!

Dean

Smell: Leather, cinnamon, and the kind of musk that only comes from an axe body spray, cause you know what man only buys whatever is quick and easy at the gas station. He’d also smell like gasoline.

Taste: Malty like beer, but sweet in the way bbq sauce is sweet.

Sam

Smell: I just feel like (when he’d not hunting) he smells clean, ya know? Citrusy and woody, kind of like D&G light blue, with undertones of like a ‘fresh’ scented fabric softener.

Taste: Kind of fruity but tart, like a berry smoothie. Also just a little bit of like garlic, or mustard.

John

Smell: That man is a smoker, and you can’t tell me otherwise – at least later in life, way after the marines, and losing Mary. He always has a stale smoke smell on his clothes and lips. I recon he uses old spice or similar as an aftershave, so also like cloves/sage.

Taste: Again smoky, ashy, but also oaky and malty like bourbon.

Mary

Smell: Citrusy like Sam but darker, smokier (joke not intended) with hints of like jasmine, bergamot, and a little bit of vanilla. 100% the kind of smell that wraps you up if you come in for a hug.

Taste: Chocolate, specifically the kinds with nuts and caramel, woman has a sweet tooth.

Castiel

Smell: I feel like all angels smell at least a little like parma violets, or some kind of sweet and subtle floral smell, be especially Cas. On top of that, he’d have like other earthy scentes, like honey, patchouli, maybe a bit of amber.

Taste: Coffee, always coffee. When human/when he eats; grape jelly, and honey.

Jack

Smell: Like Cas he has the sort of clean, floral scent to him. I also think he would smell of peppermint and like a yankee candle version of warm vanilla. He just has a cosy, familiar smell to him.

Taste: Again I think minty, additionally like white chocolate and rose/flora flavours.

Bobby

Smell: Like old books, burnt candle wicks, motor oils, and nose hair singing whisky.

Taste: More than anyone else on this list (including Crowley) Bobby tastes like whisky. Not the good stiff though, that’s only for special occasions. He taste like Jim Beam and Jack Daniels.

Crowley

Smell: Like a bonfire!!! Smokey, warm, woody, with a hint of burnt sugar.

Taste: 100% Whisky, and dark chocolate.

Charlie

Smell: Charlie smells like she just stepped out of a fantasy book, like wildflowers, and peppercorn. Like strawberry and blackcurrant wine.

Taste: Like a vegan alternative to Nutella, creamy, chocolatey, nutty.

Meg

Smell: Surprisingly soft and clean. Milky, with almond and peach. Just a hint of leather and cedarwood underneath.

Taste: Salty and sweet, anise: like a strawberry liquorice.

Ruby

Smell: Like cedarwood, ginger, and pink pepper. Pleasant but sharp, and strong. Like it pulls you in from across the room.

Taste: Bold and sweet like cabernet sauvignon, starkly contrasted by pepperoni and cheesy pasta.

Lucifer

Smell: Similar to Jack, in that he smells clean and minty. However, his is sharper, harsher. There is lime, and moss, and mahogany.

Taste: Like pure Moroccan mint, with that like sweet sourness you get on things like a tangfastics or a sourpatch kid. Like if you’re not expecting it, or you taste it for to long it will make you squirm.

Gabriel

Smell: Like walking into the kitchen of a bakery just before opening and they’re prepping everything. Mocha, malted sugar, rich caramel, creamy vanilla.

Taste: All of the above again! Just so sweet and creamy. Like a spoonful of sugar.

Raphael

Smell: Very similar to Cas, floral, but less earthy, and more sterile. Like aloe vera and antiseptic.

Taste: Again, very clean. He has a flavour the way cucumber has flavour? Refreshing, clean, but not notable.

Michael/Adam 😍

Smell: Kind of like the ocean, meets the forrest. Musk, white lilies, salt, collided with pine, sandalwood, and cedar. Cold, but familiar, ya know?

Taste: Hear me out: Fruit loops, and Dr Pepper. Like Michael has little say over what they eat, that’s all on Adam. And after the initial, ‘I haven’t eaten in 1200 years, I’m gonna eat everything I craved’ has worn off. He’s just like, a normal guy (who does not need to eat because he shares his body with an immortal angel). So, I can see him mostly reaching for snacks that make him feel good, that remind him of his mum, or his childhood, something comforting; like sugary cereals and fizzy drinks. I love them, I will take no criticism.

Rowena

Smell: Like an apothecary. Rich and indulgent. Very aromatic with lots of deep woody tones, sweet cherry, dark rose and other florally scents.

Taste: Like a bottle of mataro, or Nebbiolo wine. Spice, cherry, plum, smoke. She both smells and tastes intoxicatingly expensive.

Chuck

Smell: Kind of musky, cottony, leafy. I don’t really imagine him smelling too strongly of anything.

Taste: Summary and tart, like a sea breeze cocktail. (Grapefruit, cranberry, lime – an acquired taste)

Amara

Smell: Similar to Chuck, I sort of envision an absence of smell. Maybe just hints of amber, sandalwood, and a musky citrusy scent.

Taste: Like a white dessert whine, like Riesling. Dry but sweet. Honey, and pears.

Billie

Smell: Bergamot, rose, silk, and cocoa. Inviting and pleasant, but with an undertone of darkness.

Taste: Very similar to scent, sweet and warm but with an aftertaste of something bitter; blackcurrant and dark chocolate

Benny

Smell: Robust (Copper, ginger, tobacco,) but enticing (amber, cardamom, cinnamon).

Taste: I mean, I have tried really had to not add blood to any of the previous entries, but Benny undeniably tastes like blood.

Kevin

Smell: Not good. Pre-prophethood, not so much; I imagine like mint, green tea, jasmine, the kind of smell you would expects from a reasonably priced aftershave. During prophethood, the aftershave is long forgotten; its more fried chicken, old paper, and forgetting to shower for 9 days.

Taste: Like redbull, chexmix, and mouthwash.

Eileen

Smell: Like peaches, and roses, rich chocolate, and strong coffee.

Taste: Chocolate and coffee again, but hints of sparkly summer fruits.

Ketch

Smell: Like high end British aftershaves only the royal family know off, something with notes of fig, and oud, and other pretentious smells. The small of cigar smoke, and leather follow him around too.

Taste: Like earl grey tea, and dry gin.

Balthazar

Smell: Kind of like ketch, some high end and expensive (if he actually had to pay for it). But woodsier, and fresh. He would also have that hidden undertone of violet.

Taste: Creamy and hazelnutty, but there’s a constant aftertastes alcohol, and something metallic to him, no matter what comes first.

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