When Love and Hate Collide
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twispiteficTitle: When Love and Hate Collide
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celticlonging
Fandom: A Fifty Shades of Grey/Supernatural crossover
Rating: R (one use of language, and mention of 50 Shades canon themes)
Word Count: 894
Inspiration:gehayi asked me to write a spitefic based on a comment I left in das sporking. Here you go! Words in bold and italics are from the book.
The cherub was on his appointed rounds. He was going to try and ignite a spark between a lovely little cupcake-baker and her destined future husband (a mountain biker who often popped into the cupcake shop) when he felt a wave of pure misery come from an apartment. Stopping in his tracks, he caught the thoughts of a deeply upset young woman.
I am going to lose him. He won’t want to be with me if I can’t give him this. Why, why, why have I fallen in love with Fifty Shades? Why? Why can’t I love José, or Paul Clayton, or someone like me?
You poor thing, the cherub thought sympathetically. Now, what’s your name? Ah - Anastasia Steele. And his name’s Christian Grey. He had no idea if Anastasia Steele or Christian Grey were ‘matched’ with anyone – but if they were, it certainly wasn’t each other. He’d have to check the files.
The cupcake-baker and the biker weren’t going anywhere. Anastasia’s unhappiness was heart-wrenching. Clearly this Grey person was the wrong man for her. It wouldn’t do any harm to comfort the poor girl.
xxx
The cherub materialised in the bedroom and saw a young woman lying face-down on the bed, weeping into her pillow. Her entire body was shuddering with the force of her sobs. He decided not to give her the traditional cherub greeting, as this clearly wasn’t the right time or place.
He knelt down beside the bed and started to gently stroke Anastasia’s hair. She stiffened at first, but then relaxed. Gradually she began to calm down.
“Now, what’s the matter?” the cherub asked, taking care to sound as soothing as possible.
“I…I can’t give him what he wants!” the girl cried. Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but the cherub caught her words. “I love him, but I can’t…”
“Sweetheart, he isn’t the guy for you. Trust me, I know about things like this.”
“I just…don’t want him to hit me again!”
The cherub felt as though he had been kicked in the face. Hit her? Again? He peeked into her mind and recoiled in shock.
The door opened, causing Ana to tense again.
“What the hell?” shouted an angry voice.
The cherub stood up and glowered at Grey. “Did you beat this woman with a belt?”
“How the hell did you get in here?” Grey gestured towards the cherub. “And why are you naked?”
“Answer me. Did you beat this woman with a belt?”
“It’s none of your fucking business, but yes I did.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to,” Grey replied defiantly. “I want her to obey me and I will punish her every time she doesn’t do as I say. It’s what I do with all my women.”
The cherub’s jaw dropped. He looked into Grey’s mind and saw that the man enjoyed inflicting pain on women. And Ana hadn’t even agreed to sign the contract; Grey had manipulated, raped and physically assaulted her just as he did her predecessors. He backed away, his eyes wide. Turning to Ana, he waved a hand and she disappeared back to her flat.
Ignoring Grey’s astonished splutters, the cherub vanished. Ana wasn’t the first woman Grey had hurt, but she would be the last. And the cherub knew just who would ensure that.
xxx
Christian Grey paced around his bedroom in a fury. Ana would come back. She would have to: her clothes were here. And he was certain that he could lure her back into his power. No woman had ever been able to resist him; Ana Steele would be no different.
He didn’t know how that freak had got into his apartment – or how he was able to vanish like that. To be honest, he didn’t even care. But he would find out what his name was and then have him destroyed.
“Wow.”
Christian spun around and saw a man leaning against the bedroom wall, watching him. He had light brown hair and was wearing jeans, a maroon shirt and sneakers. He wasn’t a tall man, but there was something about him that made Christian want to get as far away from him as possible.
Perhaps it was the smirk on his face. Or perhaps it was the look in his eyes.
“I just had a look inside your playroom,” the stranger said. “And I have to say, that is pretty sick stuff you got in there.”
“I have had enough of people just appearing out of nowhere!” Grey spat. “That naked freak…”
“You mean my brother? Well, he’s one of my brothers. I was quite surprised when he turned up and asked me to take care of a horrible man who liked to hurt women. I was all set to say ‘not right now, because I’ve got bigger fish to fry’, but then he told me who you were. That, and the pleading look on his face could give Sasquatch’s puppy-dog eyes a run for their money.”
Christian frowned. “Who’s Sasquatch?”
The man waved a hand dismissively. “Not relevant. But I’ve been meaning to take care of you for a very long time. And believe me, I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.”
Christian swallowed. He wanted to run, but he couldn’t move. “Who…who are you?”
The man smiled, his hazel eyes glinting gold. “They call me Gabriel.”
He clicked his fingers.
END.
Author:
celticlongingFandom: A Fifty Shades of Grey/Supernatural crossover
Rating: R (one use of language, and mention of 50 Shades canon themes)
Word Count: 894
Inspiration:
gehayi asked me to write a spitefic based on a comment I left in das sporking. Here you go! Words in bold and italics are from the book.The cherub was on his appointed rounds. He was going to try and ignite a spark between a lovely little cupcake-baker and her destined future husband (a mountain biker who often popped into the cupcake shop) when he felt a wave of pure misery come from an apartment. Stopping in his tracks, he caught the thoughts of a deeply upset young woman.
I am going to lose him. He won’t want to be with me if I can’t give him this. Why, why, why have I fallen in love with Fifty Shades? Why? Why can’t I love José, or Paul Clayton, or someone like me?
You poor thing, the cherub thought sympathetically. Now, what’s your name? Ah - Anastasia Steele. And his name’s Christian Grey. He had no idea if Anastasia Steele or Christian Grey were ‘matched’ with anyone – but if they were, it certainly wasn’t each other. He’d have to check the files.
The cupcake-baker and the biker weren’t going anywhere. Anastasia’s unhappiness was heart-wrenching. Clearly this Grey person was the wrong man for her. It wouldn’t do any harm to comfort the poor girl.
xxx
The cherub materialised in the bedroom and saw a young woman lying face-down on the bed, weeping into her pillow. Her entire body was shuddering with the force of her sobs. He decided not to give her the traditional cherub greeting, as this clearly wasn’t the right time or place.
He knelt down beside the bed and started to gently stroke Anastasia’s hair. She stiffened at first, but then relaxed. Gradually she began to calm down.
“Now, what’s the matter?” the cherub asked, taking care to sound as soothing as possible.
“I…I can’t give him what he wants!” the girl cried. Her voice was muffled by the pillow, but the cherub caught her words. “I love him, but I can’t…”
“Sweetheart, he isn’t the guy for you. Trust me, I know about things like this.”
“I just…don’t want him to hit me again!”
The cherub felt as though he had been kicked in the face. Hit her? Again? He peeked into her mind and recoiled in shock.
The door opened, causing Ana to tense again.
“What the hell?” shouted an angry voice.
The cherub stood up and glowered at Grey. “Did you beat this woman with a belt?”
“How the hell did you get in here?” Grey gestured towards the cherub. “And why are you naked?”
“Answer me. Did you beat this woman with a belt?”
“It’s none of your fucking business, but yes I did.”
“Why?”
“Because I need to,” Grey replied defiantly. “I want her to obey me and I will punish her every time she doesn’t do as I say. It’s what I do with all my women.”
The cherub’s jaw dropped. He looked into Grey’s mind and saw that the man enjoyed inflicting pain on women. And Ana hadn’t even agreed to sign the contract; Grey had manipulated, raped and physically assaulted her just as he did her predecessors. He backed away, his eyes wide. Turning to Ana, he waved a hand and she disappeared back to her flat.
Ignoring Grey’s astonished splutters, the cherub vanished. Ana wasn’t the first woman Grey had hurt, but she would be the last. And the cherub knew just who would ensure that.
xxx
Christian Grey paced around his bedroom in a fury. Ana would come back. She would have to: her clothes were here. And he was certain that he could lure her back into his power. No woman had ever been able to resist him; Ana Steele would be no different.
He didn’t know how that freak had got into his apartment – or how he was able to vanish like that. To be honest, he didn’t even care. But he would find out what his name was and then have him destroyed.
“Wow.”
Christian spun around and saw a man leaning against the bedroom wall, watching him. He had light brown hair and was wearing jeans, a maroon shirt and sneakers. He wasn’t a tall man, but there was something about him that made Christian want to get as far away from him as possible.
Perhaps it was the smirk on his face. Or perhaps it was the look in his eyes.
“I just had a look inside your playroom,” the stranger said. “And I have to say, that is pretty sick stuff you got in there.”
“I have had enough of people just appearing out of nowhere!” Grey spat. “That naked freak…”
“You mean my brother? Well, he’s one of my brothers. I was quite surprised when he turned up and asked me to take care of a horrible man who liked to hurt women. I was all set to say ‘not right now, because I’ve got bigger fish to fry’, but then he told me who you were. That, and the pleading look on his face could give Sasquatch’s puppy-dog eyes a run for their money.”
Christian frowned. “Who’s Sasquatch?”
The man waved a hand dismissively. “Not relevant. But I’ve been meaning to take care of you for a very long time. And believe me, I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.”
Christian swallowed. He wanted to run, but he couldn’t move. “Who…who are you?”
The man smiled, his hazel eyes glinting gold. “They call me Gabriel.”
He clicked his fingers.
END.
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Date: 2013-03-27 11:28 am (UTC)< lj - cut text = " When Love and Hate Collide " >< /lj-cut >
You need this:
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And please ignore the extra spaces. I'm doing that to make the HTML visible.
Re: HELP
Date: 2013-03-27 11:57 am (UTC)< lj - cut text = "When Love and Hate Collide" >The cherub was on his appointed rounds.
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Date: 2013-03-27 04:56 pm (UTC)I'm very glad you liked the story.
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Date: 2013-03-27 09:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-28 11:42 am (UTC)I thought Gabe was the best person to sort Grey out too.
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Date: 2013-04-04 06:55 pm (UTC)This was just wonderful! I think you did an awesome job with the descriptions, and am SO HAPPY you wrote this! Love the cherub! :D
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Date: 2013-04-04 08:38 pm (UTC)I'm really glad you liked it.
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Date: 2013-04-05 04:30 am (UTC)I actually showed some of my friends this, and they loved it too (but have no LJ's)
They want to say thanks for taking care of Grey :D
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Date: 2013-04-09 08:12 pm (UTC)Hey, wait a minute - what descriptions? I don't think I actually described anything.
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Date: 2013-04-15 10:51 am (UTC)Happy to help!
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Date: 2013-06-02 10:28 am (UTC)(Although I think Gabriel's ways of dealing with Grey would be anything but elegant...)
A Trickster A Day...
Date: 2013-10-02 05:33 am (UTC)Re: A Trickster A Day...
Date: 2013-10-02 01:44 pm (UTC)Haha, yes, I think Gabe is going to have a lot of fun teaching Grey a lesson.