The Angel's Amour (SPN Poly (Arch)Angels x Fem!Reader)

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AN:  Minor trigger warning for demonic torture (not in detail).

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Y/N's throat dry, hoarse as her y/e/c eyes forced themselves sluggishly open. As she attempted to move her arms, she could feel the tight metal against her skin, a cringe of pain shooting through her body. Her head ached, pounding as she forced herself to look through her blurred vision. Once her y/e/c eyes landed upon something solid, she could hardly make out the stranger's smirk, though the scent of sulfur in the air was unmistakable.

As she opened her chapped lips to speak, she found her throat far too hoarse, simply pain with no intelligible words slipping past those chapped lips of hers. Y/h/c locks felt damp against her skin, unsure if if had been sweat or blood that forced them to cling to her scalp. The silence in the air had been quick to fill with laughter, laughter that shook her to her very core.

"So, you're finally awake," the random demon mused out after his laughter, a clear amusement to his words. "The boss said to keep an eye on you...but I couldn't help getting bored playing babysitter to the Angels' whore."

Y/N, with no real fighting experience underneath her belt, could do little but glare, tears already welling in her y/e/c eyes as she struggled against her restraints. She knew the struggle itself had been futile against metal, and yet, in her initial panic, she had not known what to do. With the demon's eyes upon her, a glint in his eyes, Y/N knew there had only been one thing that could possibly save her, though she worried she had burned that bridge.

In her mind, she prayed, as hard as she possibly could. I ran, because I could never choose between you, she prayed in her head. Lucifer, Gadreel, Gabriel, Michael, Castiel, Balthazar...I love all of you, equally. I'm sorry I was too much of a coward to simply say it, and now I'm going to die without being able to even say it to your faces. I'm so sorry.

"All you can do is glare at me?" The demon spoke in amusement, laughter ensuing as he readied his hand once more, garnishing a knife, a smirk against his lips. "I'm sure you would be much more entertaining screaming instead."

The demon took his time, every moment he moved closer churning your stomach in melancholic fear. Each passing moment felt like an hour stretching, your throat far too parched to scream. Heart beat racing in your chest, you closed your y/e/c eyes tight, waiting for the impending assault.

As the blade had not grazed your skin, an unknown sound escaping the demon's lips, y/e/c eyes opened once more. Shock had been clear against your features as you gazed upon your savior, one of the ones you worried would not come for you. Noticing the smug smirk against his lips calmed you as the demon who tormented you hit the floor with a thud.

"Did you really think we'd leave you for dead, sweetheart?" Lucifer purred out, a hint of relief in his voice as his light blue eyes took in your breathing self.

"You could at least heal her before you bathe in your ego," Michael chided, moving his hand to your head as he took your wounds away, a sign of relief against his own face.

"And maybe we could get out of here, before more of those things decide to come," Balthazar added, his accent slipping into your ears like a favorite tune. "Cas, Gad, and Gabriel took care of the ones to the south end, but it's only a matter of time."

"If Crowley came, I'd simply show him the puppy he really is," Lucifer spoke as he rolled his eyes, before grabbing your hand. His smirk quickly returned as his eyes landed upon you. "Your place, then?"

"I'll go get them and meet you," Michael chimed in, allowing the three of you to depart back to the living room where it all started.

Once everyone had been back, you could feel a hint of unease still about you, though they had gone through the efforts of saving you from Crowley. Between the six of them, it had not been much of a feat, though you could not help feeling relief to simply be back with your angels. As silence fell over the group, Gabriel had been the voice of reason to break through said silence.

"We, uh, may have gotten a little carried away," Gabriel spoke, somewhat bashfully. "We never meant to scare you off, Sugar."

"What Gabe means to say is we realize we may have caused your kidnapping," Lucifer added in, a tad uncomfortably as he bit his lip, though he quickly added to his words. "Them obviously more than me, but..."

"You have as much blame as the rest of us," Castiel reminded with his graveled voice, his blue eyes narrowed upon Lucifer as he spoke. "We should all share the blame for Y/N being captured."

"Crowley wanted to secure his place against Lucifer," Michael chimed in, "by using Y/N. If anything, he should have the most blame."

"But if we'd like to give an award for the most argumentative, I would believe you to fit the bill, Michael," Balthazar chimed in with an eye roll.

"Dad forbid," Lucifer spoke in agitation. "Look at us, all fighting again, over who shares the blame. I mean, who's to say who argued the most. Michael. Anyhow-."

"Hey!" Michael spoke with tight lips, narrowing his eyes upon Lucifer.

"Y/N was kidnapped because of us," Gabriel spoke, a hint of agitation to his own tone. "So, we need to settle our differences, unless you want it to happen again."

"But, who does she love the most?" Gadreel chimed in thoughtfully, all eyes moving to you as the angels ceased their bickering, clearly curious.

You sighed as you drew further into yourself, all eyes upon you. Closing your y/e/c eyes, you attempted to center yourself, biting your lip. "I love you all equally," you finally admitted. "Each of you in your own ways for everything you are. There is no way for me to choose between the six of you."

"What if..." Gabriel started, pursing his lips as he thought about your words. His gaze shifted over the others, trying to figure out exactly how to word his thought. "What if Y/N doesn't need to choose?"