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Highlights not golden but blue

Author: @riversong-sam

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

Could you do a fluffy Samandriel one shot? 🍄

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@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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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)_/¯

@not-a-bit-good @wibblywobblybowtie @shadow3214 @sarahthecoat (just tagging because you guys might be interested?)

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

Warnings: 

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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Letting You Know

Author: @riversong-sam

Word Count: 132

Parings: Jared x Reader

Request: @impalaimagining-mainblog asked:

I think it’s prompt list 7, the prompt is “You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?” And if you do RPF, Jared please :) if not, Dean is perfectly fine 😁 ♥️

Prompt: You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?

A/N: Feedback is greatly appreciated.

You stalked off to the green room where you knew Jared was. He wasn’t answering his texts and you need to talk to him.

“Jared Padalecki.” You said walking into the room getting oos and uh oh he’s in trouble from Rich and the other cast.

“Baby hey.” He trail off seeing your face.

“You know when your phone buzzes, it means I’m trying to talk to you, right?” You asked placing your hands on your hips.

“Sorry (Y/N).”

“You’re gonna be read them.”

He pulled out his phone and read the texts you sent. He looked up wide eyed and about dropped his phone he was shaking so hard.

“You’re.. we’re.. I’m” he sputtered as Jensen made him sit fearful he’d tip over from shock.

“You’re pregnant?!”

You giggled, “Surprise babe.”

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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.

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“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.

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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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