Fallen Angels Saving Grace

Author: @riversong-sam

Request: @fayemenelmir said:

Okay. Request… hmmm…. A little Lucifer x Reader based on the Song Fallen Angel by Three Days Grace? :D That’d be awesome.

Word Count: 321 (With Lyrics)

Parings: Lucifer x Reader


A/N: I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is greatly appreciated.

“Lucifer!” you shook him trying to wake him from his nightmare.
“Lucifer open your eyes!” cold blue eyes stared at you full of fear, anger, pain and other swirling emotions.
“I’m here baby I’m here.” You stroke his cheek.
“How can I take the pain away?” you whisper.
A fallen angel, in the dark
Never thought you’d fall so far
Fallen angel, close your eyes
I won’t let you fall tonight
Fallen angel

“Just don’t leave me alone.” He whispers pulling you to him.
“I’m not going anywhere Luci,” you kiss his chest. It hurt you to see him this way. He was your soulmate and him hurting was killing you.
“Talk to me my love. I’m here let me in.”
You do it all for my own protection
You make me feel like I’ll be okay
Still I have so many questions
How do you stay so strong?
How did you hide it all for so long?
How can I take the pain away?
How can I save,

Lucifer cracks he couldn’t bear this pain alone anymore. He knew you weren’t weak but he didn’t want you to have to bear his monsters with him. He tells you about the cage and his fall.  
By the times he’s done you’re both crying.
“I’m so sorry baby,” You whisper kissing him softly pouring your love into the kiss. You needed him to know how much you loved him. He needed to know he wasn’t alone any longer. That you were here and you’d catch him when he fell.
A fallen angel, in the dark
Never thought you’d fall so far
Fallen angel, close your eyes
I won’t let you fall tonight
Fallen angel, just let go
You don’t have to be alone
Fallen angel, close your eyes
I won’t let you fall tonight
I was right beside you
When you went to hell and back again
I was right beside you

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â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“ - John’s Blog

John! Heyy!!! I’m coming after you today! Yay! Soo, I have a question! Why did you stop referring to Lestrade as â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“ and start to call him by name?

Oh yeah… You only call him by name after Sherlock jumped off Bart’s… Well damn, John. Either you stopped protecting his identity, or, the blog isn’t real after the ‘Hello Boys!’ post, and it’s all in Sherlock’s mind from there. (I have more evidence tucked away here)

So we start at the ASiP post:

Nothing unusual here. John is protecting Lestrade’s identity, it’s all fine.

He does it again in TGG post:

And, I can only think in the Aluminium Crutch post, this is Lestrade as well:

See? It’s all fine. Everything is fine, they can hardly reveal the identity of the man who’s helping them at Scotland Yard.

That is until, The Orient Express post… The 6th post after Sherlock’s death:

Oh look… You mentioned Lestrade, by name. Like everyone knows who he is, yet, Lestrade as a name is never mentioned on the blog before this.

So John just stopped using â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“, for some reason? It is never used again and from here, Greg is all that is said. Not even Lestrade: 

So, why John? Why stop using â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“ to protect peoples names, not just Lestrade’s?

Is it because the blog hasn’t actually been written by you since TRF? Because we’re still there? Is the blog really just what Sherlock wrote in his mind before he fully slipped into dreams and stopped writing it? Because Sherlock does know Lestrade’s name, we know that. (Especially if you think S3 is EMP as well as S4). So what’s stopping Sherlock from writing Lestrade’s name down, when the blog isn’t real at all, after a certain point? That’s right, nothing is. It’s easier to just say Lestrade’s name than using â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“â–“.

So, if you didn’t believe me before about John’s blog… Does this sway you? Because it just seems like conclusive proof to me. Or it might not be and there could be a reasonable explanation to this but, I can’t see it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Episode 4 Replies

Man, Spore is a lot harder than I remembered it being. How hard can it be to be a damn military city? Anyway, some replies now, the rest later when I’m surer there’s none left.

@jackssims replied to your photo “Divided. i.e. in a part in which several musicians normally play…”

The bold on execution tho ��

Foreshadowing taking to its most literal level: putting a bold shadow in the forefront

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beannysiegel replied to your post “¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦â€¦im feeling a slight urge to play sims for the first…”

a few months ago i suddenly had the urge and i played from like 9pm to 11am the next morning and for like 3 days after and then suddenly the urge went away and i didn’t play again, the sims is like nothing else on earth, an addiction that burns so hot and then fades away in an instant.. Remarkable

that being said: DO IT!!!!!!!!

THE JOKE’S ON ME technology decided to save me from myself

apparently I haven’t played in over a year since I got a new computer and uh, sims 3 and the graphics card in my computer do not get along, apparently. I can get the menu screen to open but when I hit play it doesn’t actually open, it just crashes

the internet tells me there are fixes for specific incompatible graphics cards but I was kind of just like …….yeaaahhhhh this is a sign. my urge was not that strong. I have been saved from myself

Highlights not golden but blue

Author: @riversong-sam

Request: @carry-on-my-akward-son said:

Could you do a fluffy Samandriel one shot? 🍄


@amanda-marie-1997 said:

Please some Samandriel fluff? I don’t even care what they do I just need some long fluffy Samandriel and reader relationship. Well I just dyed my hair with like blue highlights and if you could incorporate Samandriel thinking they’re cute and silencing any insecurities I may have about how it looks. Basically I just need lots and lots of compliments from Sammy.

Word Count: 379 

Parings: Samandriel x Reader

Warnings: fluff

A/N: I hope you enjoy this! Combined two requests for fluffy Samandriel Feedback is greatly appreciated. Gosh I suck ass this has been on my list forever I’m so sorry I’m slow.

You’d been dating Samandriel for a while. He was the sweetest man you’d ever come across and were so lucky to have him. He’d been away in heaven on business a week now and in that time you’d recently dyed your hair. You were worried that your angel wouldn’t like your new style. Most woman with highlights did blonde but you’d seen this color and fell in love, deciding to try it on yourself. You were very happy with it and hoped that Samandriel would like it as well.

At the flutter of wings and a call of your name from downstairs you bite your lip nervously and call out to him.

“Bedroom Sammy!”

He’s up in a flash sweeping you into his embrace and peppering your face in kisses making you giggle.

“I’ve missed you so much my love.”

“I’ve missed you too,” You smile up at him as he plays with your hair in thought.

“You dyed it?”

“Yes please don’t hate it,” You rush out afraid of what hell say. 

“I don’t hate it. I think it suits you. Its very beautiful just like you,” he kisses your nose.

You relax into him, “You think so? Its not too much?”

“No (Y/N). I think its perfect.”

You smile it’d been silly to think he would not like it. He loved you and whatever made you happy made him happy.

“So love tell me about your time away,” You say plopping back on your shared bed. Smiling he lays next to you playing with your hair as he tells you about his week. After he’s finished you tell of yours and your decision to do your hair.

“If you like it I like it my love,” He smiles tucking a lock of hair behind your ear.

“Now how about I cook us dinner and then draw us a nice hot bubble bath. How does that sound babe?”

You grin kissing him, “That sounds heavenly.”

Samandriel laughs, “One heavenly meal and relaxing bath from your heavenly host coming right up.”

You laugh, “I love you.”

“I love you too (Y/N),” he kisses you then heads downstairs.

After dinner the two of you share that bubble bath. You relax against him happy to have him home with you again.

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Ygo Fic-a-thon day 1

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Is everyone ready? Cause I am! Day 1 is Salon Au. Yugi works as a hairdresser in Armarna Pharos’ salon He’s been crushing on her twin, Atem. One day Armarna shoves Atem off onto Yugi, as she’s too busy to cut his hair.

Also tried to post this twice before this. Tumblr stopped responding, and I’m too done to clean this up. I apologize, but I’ll have this cross posted to my AO3 account.

“Hello, Handsome.” Came a masculine voice. It wasn’t too deep or too high. Oddly, it was soothing in tone. “Your hair is just so soft and silky! Please tell me you’re my next client! I’d love to work with your hair. It’s my favorite type!”

                â€œThank you.” He murmured softly. His chair was spun around quickly. The stylist was about his height, give or take an inch. His eyes were wide violet orbs. From his close vantage point, Atem could see he wore a little mascara. It didn’t look ridiculous on him and Atem started to calm. He wore kohl eyeliner and would steal Amarna’s mascara too. At least they had one thing in common. “H-hi. I’m Atem. Armarna’s my twin, and she can’t do my hair today.”

                â€œAh, Boss Lady’s brother. She didn’t tell me you were cute. I’m Yugi, by the way.” Atem blushed as his hands fiddled with his ultramarine blue cat eye glasses. He took them off, folding them down so he could hold them easier. “You can sit your glasses on my shelf. Can’t have hair spray getting on them, can we?”


                â€œWhat does Mar usually do to your hair?”

                â€œShe washes it for me, then trims it, and straightens it for me.” Yugi nodded as his hands sank into Atem’s hair again.

                â€œHow short does she trim it? An inch or two?” Atem’s expression turned confused. “Does she trim about this much or more?” Yugi held out his pointer finger, his thumb resting against the first crease.

                â€œAbout that much.”

                â€œCan I trim it up a little more than that, and style it differently?” He nodded as he stood to follow the other to the sinks. “I like shaggy looks, but it’s not you, Handsome. I wanna see how you’d look with your hair spiked like mine.”

                â€œO.k. I like spikes.” Yugi smiled. Atem smiled shyly back as he settled into the plush black chair. He held his feet out so the other could push a foot rest under them. He leaned back. He hummed as he waited for the water to warm up.

                â€œI know you and Boss Lady are Egyptian, so how did you two end up here?”

                â€œAlab came to the US for collage. He met and fell for Momma, and she went back to Egypt with him after school. We lived there until Armarna and I were 15. It was obvious I wasn’t interested in girls and our parents were not allowing Armarna to be pressured into any marriage. So we came back here, where I wouldn’t be arrested for my sexuality, and my sister wouldn’t be forced to be bride in an abusive marriage.”

                â€œYeah, I can understand that. I’m bisexual as I think everyone’s beautiful. I emigrated from Japan when I came over for beauty school. I wanted to be able to marry my chosen life partner, no matter what gender or sexuality they are. I want everyone we meet to know they’re mine and I’m theirs.” Atem hummed. He was growing more and more relaxed as Yugi washed his hair. Experienced fingers scratched around his scalp, hard enough to knock stubborn dirt loose, but not enough to hurt.

                It was too soon that he as wrapping his hair in a towel. He followed after him, going back to his original chair. Yugi tossed the smock around him. He smiled at the chibi Dark Magicians against the dark violet. A brush went through his damp hair. He closed his eyes, letting the snip of scissors relax him more. Yugi smiled as he went near boneless under his hands. His heart clenched.

                He’d been crushing on his boss’ twin since he had first seen the man. He had begged Armarna for months to let him cut her twin’s hair. He frowned as he realized he was almost done. All he had to do now was put in the gel. He sighed softly. Hopefully Atem liked it or him enough to come back. He glanced over to Armarna. His eyes got big.

                â€˜Ask my brother out already!’ Was written on her lighted mirror in her trademark vintage red lipstick. Yugi blushed, but nodded. When Armarna told you to do something, you do it, or she silently judges you. No one could handle her judging them. Yugi had seen her do it to others, and had vowed to never be on the receiving end.

                â€œThank you, Yugi. I really like it!” Atem said as he stood. His hair was shorter than he was used to, and gelled, but his spikes were tasteful. They curved back, following the natural fall of his hair. Yugi grinned behind him. “What do I owe you?”

                â€œHow about a date? I’ve been crushing on you since I saw you a few days after I started. And you don’t owe me anything for the haircut.”

                â€œYou really want to date me? I-I’m not real-“

                â€œYou’re sweet, cute when embarrassed, and I love the sound of your laugh. I love when a man can wear his glasses right, and you’re the only one who makes cat eyes sexy. I think you’re the bees knees. I do really want to date you. I think Armarna wants you to date me too.” Atem turned as he slipped his glasses on. He thought he’d have a reprieve from his blush, but it just got darker as he saw his twin’s mirror.

                â€œAlright, if you’re sure.”

                â€œI am, Handsome.” Yugi grinned as he kissed his cheek. “Swing by Friday, and we’ll have dinner after my shift?” Atem nodded as he smiled.

His Knight Chap. 7

His Knight Masterlist

Author: @riversong-sam

Summary: Welcome to the land of Elara, a kingdom split in three run by the Winchester royal family. (Y/N) (Y/N/L) is a young woman who wants to be a knight. Will she achieve her dream? Join them on a journey of love and betrayal.

Word Count: 435

Parings/ characters: Sam x Reader, John x Mary, Dean x OFC yet to be named, Cas, Lucifer, Gabriel, Chuck, Cain

Warnings: AU

A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated. This fic has a special tag list by request! READ OTHER PARTS FIRST!

The ride back to the palace was tense. Sam had some cloth pressed against your wounded shoulder trying to stop the bleeding.

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Sam its my job to protect you.” You hiss in pain as he applies more pressure to your wound.

“It shouldn’t have to be. You shouldn’t have had to do anything.”

“A hurt solider is better than a dead king Sam,” You tell him softly.

“If it were anyone else but you sure.”

“Sam I am your knight. I serve you that is my job. That includes protecting you at my own expense.”

He doesn’t like the answer but doesn’t get to comment as he’s rushed into the castle by other guards the second the carriage arrives.


“Sam! What happened? Are you alright?” Mary frets over him.

“I’m fine mother I need to get to (Y/N).”

“What do you mean Sam? What happened?”

“She’s hurt mom. Stabbed in the shoulder.”

Mary gasped, “John send for her.”

John nodded he knew the time had come to tell you and Sam of your heritage. The love he saw in Sam’s eyes was the same torch he held for his boys mother. There was no stopping it.


One of the royal doctors had you in his care when John came down himself with Cain and some other guards.

You stand, “Your Majesty,” you bow despite the pain you’re in.

“Doctor is she cleared to move?” John asks before directing you.

After a clear yes sir from the doctor he addresses you, “(Y/N) you’re going to need to come with me please.”

Your eyes widen at his sullen tone. Had you done something wrong? You protected Sam like you were supposed to.

“You’re not in trouble young one.” He soothed your fears as he took you up to Sam and Mary.

“(Y/N) are you alright? Here sit down.” Sam practically carries you to a chair.

“I’m fine Sam.” You soothed softly unaware of three sets of eyes watching your interaction.

When the two of you finally did become well of the others in the room you mumbled a soft apology embarrassed.

Mary smiled softly, “No need for apologizes (Y/N).”

You look up at her confused. You didn’t understand you were just a peasant girl.

“Sam, (Y/N) there’s something you need to know,” John begins.

“Please know you were both kept in the dark for your safety (Y/N),” Mary adds softly.  

“Mom please you’re scaring us,” Sam squeezes your hand.

“Sam sit down.” John orders gently “Trust me you’ll want to.”

Sam obeys looking between his parents.

“(Y/N) you’re a princess.”

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