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It’s 9.14pm when the front door finally swings open.

“Cassie–!” Balthazar crows in triumph, “I did it!”

The crisp night air is visible in his puffs of laughter as he shucks off his coat and scarf, delicately balancing the food parcel on his way into the kitchen.

“I won’t lie,” Balthazar beams as he passes Cass, seated patiently at the bar, “it took about six stops at this time of day, and they were a little surprised you wanted it on white bread with mustard, but for you, darling, I would not relent.”

Cass laughs softly as Balthazar carefully unpacks his meal, sliding it onto a plate and the plate across the counter. He takes a seat across from Cass, a sigh escaping from behind his eager smile as he finally relaxes.

“There it is, my love,” Balthazar gestures to the plate, a hint of pride in his voice. “Your abalone.”

Cass meets Balthazar’s devoted gaze with a loving smile, his shoulders rising in a deep sigh of affection as he reaches over and lays his hand on Balthazar’s.

“‘A baloney’ sandwich, Balthazar. I said ‘a baloney’ sandwich.”


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honestly if you thought i reached my dumb cute potential with the 1 in 4 comic this one’s gonna knock your socks off


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balthazar’s shirt needs severe fixing but otherwise this is coming along really well
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BREAKING:
LOCAL GORMOTTI IS LITERAL RAY OF SUNSHINE

COMPANIONS SMITTEN


(as much as i adore 999 i think xb2 has my favourite au!hannah)

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Meet the players of Grace’s Last Reward (AO3)

          ↳ Day 6 ✩ Castiel // June

 


“Oh dear…” Balthazar cooed at the look of faraway thought. “What is it?”

“Do you think…” Cass started, slowly looking up, “this could be the real thing?”

“In a The Ship That Never Sank sort of way, you mean?”

Castiel smiled brightly. “You’ve heard of it!”

“Mmm, yes, heard of it,” Balthazar waved his hand airily, “Something something insurance scam, no?”

“The Titanic had a sister ship called the Olympic,” Cass began to explain. “But it was damaged at sea and the owners wanted to dispose of it, so they disguised Olympic as Titanic and sunk it deliberately intending to collect the insurance. …or they would have, if it hadn’t hit the iceberg. That wasn’t intended.”

“And Titanic?”

“Became Olympic and served as a passenger liner for over 20 years, until dismantled in 1935.”

A somber expression filled Castiel’s face as he finished the tale.

“So I suppose it doesn’t really matter which ship was the real Titanic,” he added quietly. “Whether she sank or was retired, she no longer exists.”

Balthazar blinked uneasily at the sudden change of mood.

“Which do you think it was?” He managed a curious smile. “You are the expert.”

Cass smiled back, then shook his head. “I’m sure it was the real Titanic that was sunk.”

“Of course,” Balthazar nodded.

 

“…by the mummy’s curse.”

Halfway to the bedroom door, Balthazar turned back.

“Hang on, I know that one,” he said, waving a finger. Cass smiled, cocking his head inquisitively.

“Do you believe it?” he asked.

“I’d say you’d know better than me if it sank the Titanic,“ Balthazar returned the playful look.

“Well, there really was a mummy on board,” Castiel squared his shoulders intently, “and she was much more interesting than any curse.”

“Oh?”

“They called her a mummy, but her body was completely unembalmed,” Cass’ eyes brightened as he spoke. “She was perfectly preserved, like she was just sleeping.”

“How is that possible?” Balthazar shifted his weight, staring.

“You know how water makes up half or more of the human body?” Cass began to explain. “Apparently, all of the water in her body was frozen solid.”

“Then her tomb must have been like a freezer,” Balthazar offered. He was surprised when Castiel shook his head.

“I mean, maybe,” he said, “but the most incredible part is that she never melted. Not when they took her across the desert, not on the ship… Even after they recovered her from the wreckage and brought her ashore, she stayed froz–”

Cass’ eyes went wide, looking over Balthazar’s shoulder. Balthazar swung around, his blood cold.

Santa half-shrugged apologetically, her hand raised to knock at the door. Balthazar groaned faintly, rubbing his face.

“…sorry?”

Balthazar shook his head, motioning for her to continue. Santa straightened up and spoke.

“You didn’t find any matches, did you?”

 

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Meet the players of Grace’s Last Reward (AO3)

          ↳ Day 5Balthazar

 


Balthazar flung open the chapel door–

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and stopped dead in his tracks.

                       “June!”

Cass was alone, and not moving. He sat doubled over in a pew, his head resting on the bench in front of him.

Balthazar hurried to his side and shook his shoulder.

“June-!” he whispered sharply.

Balthazar sat next to him and leaned in close.

“Cass? Cassie, please–”

Cass twitched, and slowly raised his head. He smiled.

“..Balthazar…”

“Oh my God-” Balthazar let out a long, shaky sigh and leaned back in the pew. “I’m so relieved…”

Cass laughed, very quietly, and rubbed his eyes. Balthazar put an arm around his shoulders.

“Where’s Santa?” he asked.

“She was worried you’d come back and pass us,” Cass’ voice was hoarse, “so she went back to C Deck.”

“I was there,” Balthazar laughed. “I must have passed her anyways. …she will come back here, right?”

Cass nodded, resting his head on Balthazar’s shoulder. Balthazar reached up to touch his cheek and nearly jumped.

“You’re freezing now, what–?!”

Cass said nothing, pushing himself upright and staring at his sleeves as he tugged them over his hands. His skin, his lips, were almost colourless, his eyes dull and slightly wet.

“Santa…” Balthazar paused, “…she thought perhaps Zero had…had poisoned you, but… Do you know…? Are you sick?”

“…..”

Castiel didn’t look up.

“…you know,” he whispered, “I really am…so happy to see you again… I’m even happy we…could spend this time together…”

He paused, shaking his head. “I’m s-sorry, I know that’s wrong, I just-… there’s so much, that I, I wanted to do with you, so much time I wanted to have with you, but now…”

“Cass…” A deep chill passed through Balthazar’s body. His tongue felt frozen, and would not let him ask.

  Cass…

                  …are you…

No, thought Balthazar. It didn’t matter now. He wrapped his arms around Castiel and pulled him close.

“We can still have it, Cass, all the time you want– whatever you want,” he promised, his lips pressed to Cass’ head. “I’ve missed you so much, Cassie…”

Balthazar kissed his hair. “I love you, you know.”

Cass raised his head, a few tears falling down his cheeks as he nodded.

“I love you, too…” he managed a smile, his head falling back onto Balthazar’s shoulder. “…I really am… happy…”

Far away, a clock began to chime.
 

4…

                                5…

…6.
 

Their time was up.

 



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Meet the players of Grace’s Last Reward (AO3)

          ↳ Day 3 ✩ Hannah // Santa

 


They made their way slowly back across the room, to find Santa seated at the base of the stairs. In one hand she held what Balthazar guessed was a photo, and was staring at it with an odd expression.

“Where did you find that?” Balthazar asked, with a slight frown.

“It’s mine,” she answered without looking up. “It was in my pocket.”

“Maybe you need it for the game,” Cass offered. Santa scoffed.

“I doubt it,” she seemed to sigh. “…it’s my brother.”

 

“If we give them enough information, they could go after our families, use them to force us to behave.”


Balthazar thought back to Seven’s warning. Leaving a photo of Santa’s family on her person hardly seemed worth scoffing over.

“You have a brother, Santa?” Cass smiled at her. Santa didn’t answer right away, her face tightening for just a second.

“…yeah,” she said slowly. “My baby brother. He was the cutest kid in the world.”

She paused again, biting her lip.

“I was his Santa Claus,” she said after a moment.

Cass tilted his head curiously, but didn’t need to ask. “Our parents died when we were both really little, and everyone we stayed with thought he was…kind of weird. He just wasn’t interested in the same stuff as other kids, you know?

“So every year, I had him write a secret letter to Santa with one thing he really wanted in it. I gave him some…bullshit address that always came back in a couple days, and I’d grab it out of the mailbox before anyone else saw it. Then I’d take some money I saved doing chores and get him whatever he asked for.”

 

“Look! Look, I got it! Santa got my letter, he really did!”

 

“One year though…” Santa’s voice slowed, and she cleared her throat, almost inaudibly, “…he didn’t ask for a book, or a toy, or anything like that…”


Dear Santa,

I have a wish. I’m really, really happy now, and I want things to stay like this forever.

Please make my wish come true.

 

“…but I couldn’t do it,” she said.

A sinking feeling pulled at Balthazar’s stomach. He glanced at Cass, staring at Santa. At the top of the stairs, Ace leaned against the railing, his head tilted towards them.

“He died.”

Santa broke the silence. “He was murdered. Nine years ago.”

She took a long, deep breath and sighed…then scoffed harshly.

“Some Santa I turned out to be.”

Ace politely turned away. Balthazar looked to Cass again, holding his sleeves but still staring.

“Santa…” he said softly. “Can I ask you something?”

She gazed at the picture a moment longer, then tilted her head up to him. Cass nodded.

“When your brother made that wish,” he asked, “were you happy too?”

Santa blinked, seeming surprised. “Yeah… of course I was.”

Cass nodded again. His voice was quiet, but insistent. “Your brother made that wish for both of you. I’m sure he still wants you to be happy. I hope-… I hope…someday you can forgive yourself.”

He took a half-step back, his eyes falling to the floor. “…that’s what your brother would say.”



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9 strangers awaken aboard a ship out to sea. 9 hours remain until the ship sinks into its depths. 9 doors stand between them and their survival.

What is the [Nonary Game]? Why have they been gathered here? Who is the mastermind behind their ordeal, the person who calls themself [Zero]?

And can it possibly be coincidence that Balthazar and Castiel have reunited here at last?

If they wish to have their answers, then together they must seek a way out.

Seek a door that carries a 9.


SPN x Zero Escape visual novel, 2 parts, complete (Read on AO3)

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so i was thinking of another fave calthazar thing and like

cass making balthazar blush is criminally underrated

i’m talking completely red, tongue tied, can’t breathe

like cass blushing is adorable bc balthazar probably surprised him

but balthazar is always looking at cass like he’s ready to be knocked off his feet

and cass still gets him every single time
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“Well, I almost fainted,” Cass went on matter-of-factly. “Under the circumstances, it’s only natural. I’m sure it’ll pass.”

“That’s right, you– June, how are you?” Balthazar interjected, pulling himself upright anxiously. “Is your fever really gone?”

“You already asked me that,” Cass answered. “I think you’d notice if my fever came back.”

He paused, a wry smile slowly spreading on his face.

“…w-what?” Balthazar felt a flush creeping up his cheeks.

You haven’t changed one iota either, Balthazar,” Cass announced, almost proudly. “You’re still just a warrior.”

Balthazar blinked, his mouth slightly open. “I’m a… huh?”

Cass seemed confused, then suddenly blushed, clapping a hand over his mouth.

“Oops,” he murmured, smiling. “I meant ‘worrier’.”

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SPN x Xenoblade 2 (Minis)

A series of shorts within this AU, mainly fluff and humour.

Part 1 | Balthazar's so-called friends needle him when he's grumpy.

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incidentally you know balthazar makes atrocious puns like “if you catch my updraft,” the kind that cause people actual physical pain

but cass laughs at every single one and balthazar is just over the moon

the other rito assume cass is just being polite but wish he would stop indulging balthazar so they could get on with their lives

until the day cass busts one out himself, in public, and they’re all horrified

except balthazar, who is about to s C R E A M

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Ten seconds left on the clock.

Cass and Balthazar are the only ones remaining, the ball safely in Cass’ hands. One last pass and Balthazar’s life will be saved.

Three seconds left, and the floor disappears under Cass’ feet, sending him into the pit.

“Balthazar, catch!” Triumphant smile on his face, he makes the final pass as he falls.

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welp the shading on balthazar needs to be completely redone, but he definitely looks more proportional than yesterday


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i wanted to draw something “quickly” for once, cause i was getting so frustrated with the other one, but it’s already been 8 days and i’m not even close. if i can’t get it done by thursday it’ll have to wait til next week at least lmao


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