Title: Wedding Day
Author: huntinghellhound

Word Count: 601

Original Imagine/Request/Summary: Anything with GadreelxReader
A continuation of this one shot: http://huntinghellhound.tumblr.com/tagged/lawyer-im-gonna-need-you

Trigger Warnings: None.

A/N: Sorry it’s so short. If you want something else, I understand.

Fic:

                Thump. Thump. Thump. It was like your heart beat within your chest was staring to boom louder than the mindless chatter that was stirring up inside the chapel. You were attempting to add some last minute touch ups to your make up, but the amount of anticipation of energy pulsing through your body were making your hands slightly shaky. When you were younger, you always imagined on this day that you would be too nervous to even get out of bed, but you felt oddly calm despite how excited you were. You didn’t feel like throwing up, you didn’t even have cold feet whatsoever. You were marrying an angel today. A literal angel.

                “Y/N, it’s time!” one of your bridesmaid’s popped her head into your dressing room as she gave you an ecstatic smile. You sat up from your chair, your white dress trailing behind you with its train. The lace sleeves were tight on your arms, but gave you a sense of comfort because you knew that the dress was going to be taken off later tonight. You waltzed over behind the door that led into the room that held your groom and crowd as your father interlocked his arm with yours. You gave him a polite smile since he looked like he was about to break down in tears right there, but not from sadness. Your father joked about how nice Gadreel was and that he was the perfect man, but he never really knew the truth. The large doors pried open as the bridesmaids and groomsmen took their turn to be observed by the audience, your heart quickening its pace with every step you took closer to the archway. The classic wedding march started to ring out as you took your first step into the space. You could feel hundreds of eyes on you from people you did know and some you didn’t. You knew that there were angels in the audience watching through their vessels along with coworkers who were oblivious to the fact that they were sat and gossiping next to the Lord’s personal children and servants. Your gaze drifted from the amazed onlookers and up to the front of the isle to the man you loved: Gadreel. He was clad in a black suit that accented every curve and edge of his body; he was perfect. He was looking at you with wonder in his eyes and he was trying to hide a slight smile that was attempting to sprout on his face. You were a few steps away from the groom, but you could tell that there were tears starting to form in his eyes that made you want to cry as well, but you didn’t want to ruin your makeup that you had worked so hard on.

                “You look beautiful,” Gadreel whispered lovingly when you finally made your way up to the alter. You smiled at him and mouthed ‘I know’ jokingly as you both started to chuckle. The pastor looked at the both of you with an amused smile as he began to recite the ancient text that has bound so many people together for years. It didn’t seem like you were being bound, though. It felt like you were being cut loose from the overwhelming feeling of the fear that you were going to be alone for all your life or that you would lose that person when you finally got them. You were positive that you were going to be with Gadreel for as long as you would live, and even after the reaper would come and claim your soul.

Title: Lawyer, I’m Gonna Need You

Author: huntinghellhound

Word Count: 946

Original Imagine/Summary/Request: One shot where Gadreel proposes to the reader? (Anon)

Trigger Warnings: Car accident, Mention of Sexual Harassment

A/N: I listened to Don’t You (Forget About Me) By Simple Minds while writing this and it made it seem like I was reading an eighties movie script.

Fic:

                “Gadreel, what are you doing?” You questioned your boyfriend of over a year. Every time you looked at him, it’s like your mind was a puzzle and the memories in your head of him fit together to form what your relationship was with him today. The first day you met him was a disaster. When you had awoken that morning, you forgot you had left some Nair on your upper lip so you had a hideous rash that looked like a feverish caterpillar crawling across your lip the entire day. Secondly, your car wouldn’t start. It had always been a challenge to get old Betty to start up, but she definitely kicked the bucket. Actually, she was so broken she had kicked the damn tub. You had to walk to work at a greasy fast food restaurant where you had to deal with flirty comments from your creepy boss and the smell of freezer burnt onion rings. That place could really set a mood. On your way there, you had totally neglected the ‘DO NOT WALK’ signal and wandered aimlessly into traffic, colliding with a beat up Buick. You weren’t too scratched up since the person had only been going about twenty miles an hour, but you still had stay in the hospital for a short while. That’s when you met him.

                “Someone doesn’t look too well,” the nurse sighed as he checked your fluids. You rolled your eyes at your daily visitor while he gave you a small smirk. He had short brown hair that complimented his pale skin. Blue eyes stuck out like oceans that had somehow gotten trapped within his irises. His blue scrubs that concealed a muscular build made them pop out even more.  His facial features were sharp, and pleasant to look at in your opinion.

                “Someone doesn’t look too smart,” You retorted back. You were lying with your Y/H/C sprawled out all over the white linen of the hospital pillow. A blanket covered you up to your waist, but the outline of your cast still stood out over the geometric pattern of the hideous comforter. You hadn’t a single bit of make up on your face because having a broken leg kind of takes up all of your time, as you found out. Gadreel looked at you with confusion while a playful smile appeared on his handsome face.

                “What are mumbling about? Did we up your meds too much?” He kidded. You reached out and punched him in the shoulder with all of your might while he stumbled backward slightly at your attack and started to chuckle which in turn caused you to grin even though you didn’t want to.

                “I think so because it feels like someone is flirting me so it has to be a hallucination,” You sassed back. His smile swapped for another confused look while he took a few steps towards your immobile body.

                “Why would you say that?” He interrogated as he looked deep into your Y/E/C witnesses. You felt a couple butterflies stir up slightly in your stomach at the change of disposition in the room. “Because you’re attractive?”

                His flirtacious grin was back. “And who says you’re not? You’re attractive, too! Gosh, you really don’t know, do you? Your white cast really turns me on,” He joked as he pretended to stroke your broken limb you rolled your eyes and an unexpected smirk sprouted on your face.

                “You better watch it or I’ll file a sexual harassment lawsuit against you,” You jested.

                “How would you afford a lawyer with all of the medical bills coming your way? Sounds like you would need to combine your accounts with someone to afford one. Sounds like you would have to get married. Sounds like I’m single,”

                “Go away, Gadreel,” You grinned as he strode away from the room.

                Gadreel whipped his body to where he was facing you and a sheepish, yet guilty look was plastered on his attractive face. He sat down on a bar stool that stood in your kitchen as he pulled your hands and led you to sit in his lap. He gave you a small, nervous smile as one spread across your face as the oddness. What was he planning? He reached one of his arms back behind the both of you and pulled a letter from your stack of bills and handed it to you.

                “Oh, that’s romantic. Remind me of college loans,” You sassed as you tore open the envelope. Gadreel’s eyes looked on in anticipation as your fingers slid along, and took a business card out. You read it aloud:

                GRINER, LEWIS, AND BARKOWSKY LAW FIRM

                                WE SERVE TO SERVE JUSTICE

                                  CALL US AT 1-800-3847

                “What the hell is this?” You asked him with wonder in your voice. He pointed a finger at the envelope as you slid your hand inside and grasped something hard. When you revealed your hand, your heart almost jumped out of your chest because you were so amazed with the object in your hand. It was an engagement ring, cut with the finest diamond that you had ever seen. You gasped as you threw a hand over your mouth, which made you drop the business card.

                “You’re gonna be able to afford that lawyer,” He softly replied as your delved your lips into his, your lips pressing into each other with deep passion and emotion. His hand slid on your hip as your took your head away slightly.

                “Can you hand me the phone? I need to call them real quick.” You played with a smile on your ecstatic face.

                “Shut up,” He kidded as he took your lips in his once again.

Title: 82 Days

Author: huntinghellhound

Word Count: 1013

Original Imagine/Summary: Imagine getting trapped in a ring of holy fire with Gadreel and the demon is going to kill you first.

Trigger Warnings: Blood, Violence, Sexist comment, Robin Thicke, Kidnapped scenario

A/N: I really like the way that this one turned out even though I’ve never been a Gadreel!girl. Hope you enjoy!

Fic:

Your heart was pounding in your chest faster than a beating drum. The blood that was circulating through your veins felt as if it was speeding up by every second out of fear and hopelessness, fearful of death, hopeless of any chance of survival. Your arms and legs were strapped down onto the rickety wooden chair so harshly, large splinters had been forced through your malnourished skin when your captor had caged you down with rope. Normally, being caught up in a few knots wouldn’t affect your life, but these nylon chains were different. They were laced in holy oil while a blaring ring of sickeningly hot holy fire surrounded you and your fellow prisoner. Gadreel, his God given name, sat quietly in his own wooden ‘cell’, motionless, emotionless. His face was evident with despair, yet a glimmer of acceptance of death rang through his tenacious eyes. He stared absent-mindedly at the grey concrete floor. He had cuts from an angel blade protruding on his face with little droplets of blooding raining down every now and then, but it didn’t seem to mind him any. His shirt was ripped open, with odd insignias traced onto his gleaming chest. He was definitely worse off than you. The demon that had captured you and your angelic brother had only skimmed most of your body, leaving minor lesions and wounds across your soft skin. Gadreel on the other hand, was the total opposite.

                “You feel like talking yet, angel?” The abominations smooth words fell off from his tongue as easily as a drop of morning dew falls off of a new leaf. He was lanky with short blonde hair and piercing grey eyes. His chin was too elongated for his face, and an untrimmed beard encased his aesthetically displeasing face. His clothes were raggedy like Gadreel’s, but he had no excuse to be as unpresentable as his prisoner. The demon’s voice sounded like he constantly had mucus caught in his throat, which added a bit of annoyance to the situation. He was tapping a long, shimmering angle blade in his dirty hand, occasionally tossing the torture instrument back and forth with irritation in his grey watchers.  Gadreel gave him no response. He only continued his desolate stare at the dirty ground, refusing to look at him. No muscle in his body moved an inch.

                “Okay, buddy. We’ve been at this for how many days? Eight? Twenty-seven? Oh, how many days has it been sweet cheeks? I forget,” Your torturer stalked his way over to you and stuck the blade right underneath your chin. You wanted to swallow your spit out of fright, but you were afraid even the slightest movement would set him off and the angel blade would be sent plunging into your thick skull. His comment about you, ‘sweet cheeks’, made you aggravated since it was derogatory, but you decided to conform to the rest of the women in society who had to bite their tongues to avoid being killed. You had a sickening feeling form in your stomach as you held back your witty comment.

                “It’s been eighty-two days,” You muttered. The knife bobbed against your jaw as you answered, which caused chills to shoot through every inch of you. The demon backed up, removed the blade from your skin, and stared at you intently before a devilish smile played on his face.

                “Ah, thank you, honey. You see, when demons get impatient, their memory gets a little rusty. Their sense of, as some people call it, inhumanity doesn’t, though,” The last part of his comment was yelled with anger as he lunged back forward, the knife back into its original place. Beads of sweat started to form along your hairline as you tried to think of something you could do, but nothing would appear in your stressed out head. The knife started to add more pressure to its sharp epicenter, causing a sprig of pain to power its way through the area. You let out a painful yelp as Gadreel’s voice sliced through the murderous air.

                “Kill me! Kill me, just don’t touch her,” He yelled out. The demon had a smirk shine on his face as he pulled out what parts of the knife had made it through you as he marched his way back to the original victim. He yanked Gadreel’s head to face his, and held the knife to his neck, as if to slit it. Gadreel closed his eyes as the demon started to eerily laugh into the air. He went to apply pressure to the knife to slide it along his skin, but Gadreel forcefully kicked his legs up, broke the stems on the chair, and his feet had thrown the demon aside, causing his wounded body to land on the holy fire, and put a section of it out. Your torturer attempted to crawl back towards the angel blade, but Gadreel had tipped his chair over, placed his hand over the demons face, and obliterated him from existence. A bright light shone through the demon’s eyes and mouth, and was left with burn marks that surrounded the facial features. Gadreel used all of the strength in his angelic body and broke the arm rests off of the chair, untied the ropes from around himself, and then went to help you. The stench that arose from him would normally cause you to vomit, but you were too distracted by what you had just witnessed. He hurriedly squatted down in front of you on his knees and began to untie your restless limbs. He started with your ankles, then your wrists, and you were finally free of that disastrous memory. You were too tired to get up.

                “Are you okay?” His big eyes glared at you with the utmost concern for you. You heaved a slight sigh and stared right back at him.

                “Did Robin Thicke’s latest album flop?” You jested. He gave you a small smile, not really sure of who Robin Thicke was. He probably thought he was another demon, but you ignored his ignorance and enjoyed finally being free.