Anew, by days4daisy

Michael lowers his head. His eyes sit heavy on the tips of his brother’s boots. “You illuminated me,” he says. “As did Uriel. I have done penance, but I fear it is not enough.” He exhales. “I only ask that you acknowledge me, brother.”

Teen, pre-series/post-Flood, angelcest. Lyrical, this is a beautiful look at the twins, reforging their bond.

Anew, by days4daisy

Vid: Noma’s Theme, by H. Holmes

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Tplj1LsHLE?feature=oembed&enablejsapi=1&origin=http://safe.txmblr.com&wmode=opaque&w=500&h=281]

 

My darling Noma has her own theme! It was created by Dominion composer Bill Brown, and it’s a lovely bittersweet instrumental. The vid is impeccable, too, as always with H. Holmes. 🙂

Vid: City of Angels, by melprodz

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbYAlt1niGg?feature=oembed&enablejsapi=1&origin=http://safe.txmblr.com&wmode=opaque&w=500&h=281]

 

There aren’t enough Dominion vids as is, and even less for the amazingness that is Noma and her love for Alex. This one uses a slower song than I’d normally like, but it’s just beautiful and made my heart clench… Music by Kathryn Dean.

Vidlet: Archangels of Dominion, by Joanna Lehrmann

[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DB5kGrGm1oY?feature=oembed&enablejsapi=1&origin=http://safe.txmblr.com&wmode=opaque&w=500&h=281]

 

Nice tribute to the 3 archangels we’ve met so far – love the song choice! Music: God’s Gonna Cut You Down, by Johnny Cash.

A Weapon’s Weapon, by knucklewhite

It’s the longest she’s lived among humans, and every day increases her faith in Michael’s mission. In Michael. He’s always had her sword, but now he has something more. Is that sacrilege? Maybe. But Father isn’t around anymore to cast her down.

Noma POV. Lovely bit of introspection, makes me want more.

A Weapon’s Weapon, by knucklewhite

XXX, by drinkbloodlikewine & whiskeyandspite

“Are you reading a fucking porno mag?”

Michael’s hand hesitates, though he makes no move to stand from the couch cushions piled upon the floor.

“I’m not reading it.”

He turns another page and lingers, brows furrowed in interest for a moment before he raises his eyes to Alex again. His face is entirely impassive, unaffected at all, no blush, no nervous swallowing. It is entirely clinical to him. Alex would wonder if he even had the capacity for this sort of sensation if he didn’t find himself near-weekly pinned beneath the very opposite of this sort of dispassionate angel.

Adult, set during ep 1×07. I remember when wing!fic was a Thing – and this is angel fic, and seriously hot at that.

XXX, by drinkbloodlikewine & whiskeyandspite