Because it's the holiday season, the first one just has to be Christmas-themed! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE!!

There's a lot of fluff in this story 😝😊

Note about this story to keep in mind: a Nephilim (half-angel/ half-human hybrid) is capable of seeing an angel's wings because of their celestial lineage. Humans cannot see the wings because their limited senses are unable to perceive them. Nephilim themselves have wings as well for that matter.

And listen to the song at the top! I have legally started accepting it as Mica's official theme-song XD There's also a picture of Matt Cohen btw, who portrays Michael :3 He's so hawt! *drools*

Tagged people from the RP: slavetosociety_ CastielAngelFK
Its-A-Multiverse Impala67-Casifer goddess-of-dragons 

The Christmas Angel

Thousands of tiny snowflakes swirled down towards the world below, covering the lands in a great white blanket. A girl's clear blue eyes followed their trail, a fond smile on her face as she finished her phone conversation with her father. "I know, dad," she spoke, walking away from the window, rolling her eyes slightly at her father's concern. "Don't worry, I am doing fine. I will see you tomorrow, okay? Merry Christmas, dad," she added, saying her goodbyes and hanging up the phone.

Pushing her long, blonde hair away from her face, she put the phone away in the pocket of her Christmas hoodie and left the bedroom she was standing in, wanting to go downstairs and see how her favorite angel was doing with the decorations so far.

Michael had been pretty adamant about doing the decorations – saying she should go and talk to her dad – as he had ushered her out of the living room with a wide grin on his face. She shook her head at the memory of the angel's goofy smile, a fond grin on her face. Now that I think about it, this will be his first real Christmas, she thought to herself, wondering if they celebrated the holiday in Heaven as well and if Michael had ever bothered to celebrate it before.

Judging by his almost child-like reaction to her suggestion of celebrating the holiday together, she guessed not.

This will be my first real Christmas as well though. Before she had found out the truth about her identity, she had always been alone and never had someone else to celebrate the holiday with before. And now she suddenly had, and not just Michael, but she had even managed to find her father whom she had never met before.

Unable to push her curiosity away, she soundlessly padded down the stairs on her fuzzy red-striped socks – past the pictures of them she had taken when he had flown them off to different places all around the world– wanting to know how he was doing.

Having entered the hallway, she peeked into the living room of her apartment and nearly burst out laughing at the scene in front of her.

The Christmas tree wasn't decorated yet, but Michael on the other hand surely was.

The Nephilim covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing aloud so she wouldn't get discovered by the celestial being in her living room.

The Archangel had – somehow – managed to get completely wrapped up in the Christmas lights himself. He was jumping around the room as he tried to wrestle himself free without accidentally destroying anything. His beautiful shimmering blue wings were wrapped tightly around his body and he yelped loudly when he stumbled over a box containing some Christmas balls. The angel stumbled on his place but managed not to fall over.

Standing on her tiptoes, she girl padded around him, keeping out of his line of sight as she got her hands on the end of the cord wrapped around him. She attached the cord to a nearby wall socket and she smiled in triumph when the lights wrapped around Michael flared to life.

The sudden flare of light startled the Archangel so much that he screamed and fell over on his side in a pile of wings and light. Unable to keep it in any longer, she burst out laughing.

The angel stopped flailing around and completely stilled. After a while, he turned around, his hazel-green eyes wide. "Caitlin!" He complained, yet the slight pull of his lips told her that he wasn't really mad at her. After a while, Michael threw his head back as well, laughing with her.

"I do admit, Michael," she said, laughing, "you have done a terrific job with decorating. The best Christmas decoration in town, for sure! An actual Christmas angel!" She threw her head back and laughed again, leaning against the wall for support.

"How did you even manage to get stuck like that?" Caitlin managed to get out, wondering how he had managed to get stuck in the long cord the way he did.

Michael shook his head, an embarrassed blush rising on his cheeks. "I really don't want to talk about that..." he replied with a huff.

Shaking her head, still chuckling softly, she went over to him and kneeled by his side. "Let me help you with those before you manage to strangle yourself, silly." She told him fondly, starting to tug lightly on the cord to free the angel, making sure not to break the cord or hurt Michael in any way.

When the chord had loosened enough, Michael spread out his wings, shaking them to make the chord fall down around him in a colorful circle of light. The light from the small lamps reflected off his brilliant blue feathers and Caitlin found her breath caught in her throat. Blue had always been her favorite color, but when she had met Michael, who had basically just come waltzing into her life, she came to love it even more. Every single feather of his wings shone and sparkled like they were made from thousands of tiny diamonds in every imaginable shade of blue; ranging from a soft pastel blue to a deep midnight color around the edges.

The angel shook his head as he got up, making his midnight black hair fall in front of his eyes and he looked up at her, the light reflected in their depth. He often told her how beautiful he believed her to be, but in her opinion, Michael was really handsome himself as well.

"Something wrong?" He asked her in his gentle voice, concern lining his fair face when he noticed her staring at him.

Caitlin shook her head. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to have met you. What did I do to deserve you?" She laughed nervously.

Michael stepped in front of her and pressed his lips against her forehead in a gentle and swift kiss. Her heart soared inside her chest, about to break free. "I should be the one to ask that question," he told her, a soft hum rising from deep within his throat.

When he pulled back, Caitlin huffed. "You call that a kiss?" She teased him. Boldly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down, connecting his lips to her own.

For a while, Michael stilled in clear surprise before his body relaxed and he wrapped her up in his strong arms, deepening the kiss as he did so. Michael's kiss was like fire, for the moment their lips touched, it was like a fire was ignited deep within her, melting and resurrecting every part of her all at the same time. Her senses were sharper, and her heart started beating more loudly than ever before; she could make out the hammering of Michael's own heart as well, in perfect sync with her own. One of his hands slid down to her lower back, where he started rubbing circles on the skin there; both freezing her and setting the skin there ablaze.

As always, she felt alive when Michael kissed her. He was the fire within her bones. The very oxygen she would need to breathe. He was the moon and sun in her sky alike. Her very own Christmas angel and knight in shiny armor. Being with him was like having a part of her that was dead before, come alive.

Pulling back from the kiss, she placed her head against his chest where she could hear the wild hammering of his heart more clearly now. A smile formed on her lips, glad to know that she had as much of an effect on him as he had on her.

"Let's go decorate that tree together, okay?" She whispered, letting him hold her close.

Michael laughed, his chest vibrating. "Of course." He pressed his lips against her hair and her smile widened.