|These Wicked Precious Things
Author: ElocinMuse PM
An ongoing series of unrelated oneshots involving the relationship between Castiel and Meg. Some of them will be shippy, some not. All genres will be covered. Rated T just to be safe.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Castiel & Meg - Chapters: 22 - Words: 26,243 - Reviews: 128 - Favs: 80 - Follows: 85 - Updated: 03-22-13 - Published: 03-28-12 - id: 7965336
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Author's Note: This will be a series of (usually) unrelated oneshots pertaining to the Cas/Meg relationship. Not every entry will be "shippy" of course, but feel free to read into them however you like. I was going to make these another "ABC's of" fic, but decided against as this will allow me more freedom. (Also note: I will of course continue to update the ABC's of Castiel and Jody regularly until we reach Z)
I'll take prompts and requests - I don't write smut, but I'll rate everything T just to be safe. And, as always, reviews and constructive criticism are appreciated!
All entries, as seen below, will list the title and what episode the tag belongs to, if any.
5x10 - Abandon all Hope
The first time she looked at him, she hated him. And she could tell it was mutual.
Oh, was it mutual.
It didn't even take him casting her into the ring of holy fire for her to notice. No, it was in his eyes and scribed over every inch of his face. Those blue eyes that pierced through her and ruined her in a glance. Blue eyes that willed her to dust, to nothingness. It wasn't possible for that haunting, largely otherworldly shade to belong to his vessel. It had to be his light, his Grace, shining through.
He wanted her dead. She wanted him humiliated. So, she taunted him; circling him slow, savoring every emotion to skip over his face while he was trapped and at her mercy.
And then she was stumbling over the flames and they were a breath apart. The tables were turned, coated arms encasing her like steel and drawing her deceptively close like a lover might, and she could taste the purity that surrounded his towering form like it was acid on her tongue. A forbidden elixir that unwittingly piqued every interest she possessed. A new feeling swept over her then, and the beast inside her smiled—because how delicious would it be to corrupt an angel? So she'd leaned in; enticing, waiting, maybe even hoping. Go on, angel. Just a little stumble.
His eyes had softened at that—after he realized he couldn't smite her, of course. And it could have been her imagination, but he narrowed their proximity of his own accord, inching closer, eyes drinking her in.
And then everything about him had darkened—I can do this—and she was falling into the flames, her own screams filling the deserted room as he stepped over her and left. Watching his form disappear, she realized she'd only been tricked—she, a demon, by an angel. And of all the angels…
Crawling painfully from the fire licking at her stolen body, Meg vowed to rip out those pretty wings herself.
Author's Note: Every time you don't review, Meg forces Cas to watch Titanic.
The director's cut.
Think of Cas.