sir could you just calm down for a second

Pretty sure I remember that story in the news 😂 welcome to Switzerland - I can spot the SBB on the train😂

Angelic Requests Open!

Do you have any requests for the (arch)angels? Let me know!!

[🙏still open🙏]

Request if you want it?

Anything to do with the sudden and rather bloody return of Gabriel? (I know, very original.)

Gabriel's return/death headcanon:

he infact did die when Lucifer killed him. He was brought back to life by Asmodeus (or even Chuck, but then captured by Asmodeus) after having been revived as he was most likely still weakened. The fact that he's all bloody is connected to his love for his brother: now that the Apocalypse is over, the only reason he would have been ready to kill him has gone. He doesn't want to be used as a weapon against his brother, so Asmodeus had to use torture to break him (or at least try)

Angelic Requests Open!

Do you have any requests for the (arch)angels? Let me know!!

[🙏still open🙏]

                                 THE ARCHANGEL NEWORK

As I promised two days ago, I would create an official network tag to recruit angel lovers from the fandom so sharing the love for our smol lost children would be easier to do. Keep in mind that this network is for all angels, and not just the fierce and mighty archangels. We gotta give ‘em all some attention.

WHAT’S THE POINT OF THIS NETWORK?:

WHAT’S ALLOWED AND WHAT’S NOT:

HOW TO JOIN:

This sounds amazing 🙏

Imagine…

Gabriel returning to you after being gone for years.

“Lucifer killed you!”

“Trust me, that wasn’t the worst experience of the last years.”

Michael X Reader

inspired by 

Humanity is flawed. Look at them. Look at how they fight, how they kill. How they make themselves suffer. It’s a paradox I could never understand. I tried. Again and again. But I never found reasons for their wars, or for their hate. They created groups that thought themselves to be above others. It’s silly, really. 

But I never stopped adoring them. Because behind all of their cheating, their hating, their killing, they tried to forgive. To be better than their ancestors. I remember, during the time of the great creation, I remember Lucifer’s face when God commanded us to kneel. I did. We all did - all but him. I remember the screams of the two most prominent Archangels when they fought. I remember, because I was there, too. 

All of us know about the prophecy of the Apocalypse. The last chapter of Humanity. When God left, it was the last prophecy Michael could use as guidance. Because we weren’t meant to lead. That’s what Lucifer once tried, and he fell from Heaven for trying. No one, not even Michael, dared to disobey an order given by his father. And when God had gone, Michael believed that this prophecy was the last order he was to receive by his father. 

Until the two Winchesters were born, I stayed and worked with Michael the most. He trusted me and I trusted him - always have. But with the start of the Apocalypse, I couldn’t bare it. Those humans, those beautifully flawed humans, I couldn’t give up on them. So I hid, I was hiding for years. Until I heard the agonising screams of Michael in my mind. That’s when I heard, Gabriel was dead. Lucifer and Michael in the Cage in Hell. 

I couldn’t return to Heaven, the infighting… I couldn’t bare it. All these Angels who wanted to lead - None of them had the right. It was supposed to be Michael - just Michael. Raphael, who tried to lead, he didn’t have the abilities his brother had. 

And I couldn’t leave Michael in Hell. I heard his pain, from all the years we had spent together, we had created a close bond. With a large number of Angels dead because of the civil war that was unfolding, I used this chaos to hide yet again. I was searching for a way to reach Michael, to reach him and release him without freeing Lucifer, too. It took me what felt like forever. His screams never stopped. 

There was one Angel, just one who possessed the spell that I needed. Metatron. God’s scribe. I used the chaos of the fight between Raphael and Castiel who partially teamed up with the scribe to infiltrate his quarters and steal the spell. I know, not an angelic thing to do - but Metatron was everything but an honest soul. 

The spell seperated the trapped soul from the host body, killing it. The soul could then be raised without needing an actual exit point in the cage. And there was another safety measure: I needed to hold something belonging to the soul I wanted to raise. I possessed Michael’s Archangel blade. It was given to me after he had fallen into the pit because the weapon didn’t fall into it, too. 

It was Sunday - Michael’s day. The day I was to raise him. I was surrounded by the runes and symbols described in the spell which I read out in Enochian. 

From the Heavens I call upon you, Archangel Michael, as I seperate you from your vessel and release you from your Cage. You shall rise up again, as I hold this piece of you. By the divinity of God, by the divinity of this spell, you shall be freed from hell, your soul shall be free, as I call upon your Spirit to take my spiritual hand. Archangel Michael, as I raise you from the devilish hell, you shall be restored, you shall rise up yet again. 

There was a bright light before me, but I saw the pair of powerful wings reflecting the light. 

As the light faded, I stepped back. “Michael”, I spoke.

The vessel he held for me to see him, it was the last vessel he held before the one that had just died. The young John Winchester. He looked at me, confused.

“Y/N”, he said, “You raised me? How… and why? I thought you died during the Apocalypse!”

I handed him his blade: “I didn’t die, I couldn’t bare it. I used one of God’s spells to raise you. And why.” I laughed quietly: “Because heaven needs you. There’s a civil war going on.”

“How long was I gone?”, he asked silently.

“Three years.”

“Feels a lot longer than that”, he replied and pressed his lips together. 

“I wish I had to ask you if it was that bad”, I sighted, “But I heard your screams. I heard them every single day. So I don’t have to.”

He nodded as he looked at the ground and at the runes: “Civil war, huh?”

“Not if you return. They know better than to challenge you”, I replied.

“I can’t return, not just yet”, he said and looked at me, “My time in hell, it taught me a lot. I have always done as my father had commanded, because he gave me the order. Whether I understood his wishes or not, that never mattered to me. I protected humans because he told me to, not because I wanted to save them for what they are.”

“You just tried to be a good son. After everything that had happened with Lucifer-”

“That’s the issue. I was so busy with obeying, I forgot to feel”, he said and smiled at me: “You always loved humanity, just like Gabriel. Show me, Y/N. Teach me about humanity. Once I see them for what you see them, I will return to heaven and restore it.”

My eyes widened: “You want me to show humanity to you?”

“You have lived with them for so long now, so yes. I trust you, I always have. Stay by my side, Y/N, until I return to heaven. So it will be better than before“, he nodded and put his blade away. 

I smiled and nodded: “I gratefully accept.”