Road trips can be long. Jesse needed a nap. My first Preacher fic. I hope it meets your expectations.

Tulip wants to know the plan.

Running low on drugs, Cassidy seeks relief in a run-down Annville bar.

Prompt: "Because reasons the only clothes Cassidy can get a hold of are skirts/dresses for a while. Jesse likes...Cass cracks jokes about it not being any different from a kilt. Some redneck tries to beat him up for it and either Cass kicks the redneck's ass... or JESSE kicks the redneck's... (i can't choose between protective!Jesse and the image of Cass kicking ass in a skirt.)"

And if a demon could fall in love with an angel at first sight on the thinnest edge of purgatory, he was wholly - doubly - damned from that moment forward.

A fill for the lovely anon who asked: "Would you maybe consider doing a Cussidy story where like jesse gets hurt somehow? maybe by the angels? or maybe he gets threatened & used as leverage by the group hunting cass or something? either way, in the end cass would go to save him. thanks so much!" I already kinda wrote that with An Echo of Love... so here's a sequel!

A short fill for the prompt: "Jesse working out and Cassidy sitting on him and Jesse having Impure Thoughts about Cass sitting on him and Cassidy having Impure Thoughts about how Jesse's blood is pumping (and pumping in interesting directions)"

Based off a prompt from the amazing anon who gave me this: "Jesse kisses Cassidy and tastes blood on his mouth, he gets concerned and from time to time keeps asking Cass if he's okay or he's sick or dYING. Cass finds it funny at first but it gets annoying after a while and he finally says that he's a vampire, taking some bottle of blood from his coat of whatever."

Based off a prompt from a wonderful anon: "119 years old and Cassidy was starin' after that preacher with hearts in his eyes like that poofy-haired fucker from Twilight. He'd even felt a pang at the line about that blank faced chit being his brand of heroin The thought of doin' lines off Jesse's chest feelin' the muscles in his stomach quiver…" It turned into a feeding fic.

Based on a tumblr prompt: "What about something where a few of Cassidy's enemies DO catch up to him, see how cozy he is with Jesse, and try to use him to lure Cass into their clutches?"

Proinsias gets up every morning, puts on a tie that's choking him like a boa around his neck, and takes the train to work at half seven - he needs to be there on time to finish the report, so Schrieber wouldn't yell at him. If he wants to just off himself most days, or if he doesn't remember why he's here in the first place, well, he doesn't think too much about it.

Cass is always careful not to lie (tie-in fic to S1E3 "The Possibilities")

Based on an anonymous prompt: "When Cassidy rests his head on Jesse's thigh, he doesn't expect to feel as comfortable as he does...Jesse is an incredibly deep sleeper. So maybe now and again Cassidy slips into bed with the too-pretty Preacher..."

Cassidy is gone. Again. Jesse is worried. A great test of friendship ensues. Trigger warnings for blood/injury/mentions of torture. This is a pretty self indulgent fic ;) Enjoy!

A Month Of Love. Day 19 of 28. First kisses can be tricky.

Fiore is back from hell and he finds himself sitting in his trunk full of comics, thinking about DeBlanc not being with him. He's crying and in pain until he hears a familiar voice. Kinda angsty... maybe?

Tulip doesn't meet Jesse until after he becomes a preacher.

Four Jesse/Cass moments taking place during S1E2 "See." Or: Cass is lovesick and Jesse keeps giving him clothes.

His blade was quick. But, as always, their deaths were not.

"This organ is being troublesome," Fiore announced distantly. Emerging from the bathroom in a cloud of humidity and the thwock-thwock of bare feet against cracked tiles.

God is dead and no one cares, if there is a hell i'll see you there. : )

Deblanc had been right. They never should have gone.

Je m'appelle Gabrielle. Du Paradis, je suis passée à l'Enfer. Appelez-moi l'ange de la Mort.

It started with a stone dead body on the floor and a half dead body in the corner muttering too gentle words between his burnt lips. "So what do we do now, fancy a shag, or want to just hold hands or something?" [slash]

Fiore and DeBlanc ask upon Alice for a favor.