FLYING BOOKS AND GIANT MYTHICAL STATUES THAT (KIND OF LOOK A
LITTLE TOO SIMILAR TO THE ONE THAT KILLED KUROGANE’S DAD BUT LET’S NOT TALK
ABOUT THAT IT NEVER HAPPENED OK)
Also I love the fact that
Syaoran is both ready and immediately willing to
break the law to get the feather
And like. LIBRARY laws.
And Mokona actually goes through the effort of
explain the deception to Sakura JUST IN CASE SHE DIDN’T GET IT.
And I don’t know if this means Sakura is just so pure she wouldn’t realise it
was a lie (which is true) or Mokona is just ridiculously proud of Syaoran for
succumbing to her brand of chaos (which is also true).
Request: “Could you please
do a supernatural Castiel x reader. Where castiel is acting strangely and after
a awkward conversation with the angel, Sam works out he is in love with reader.
Dean and Sam encourage Cas to tell her. She is shocked but overjoyed. Thanks
love your writing”
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Word Count: 1682
The sun rays flickered through the line of trees, the Impala’s
roaring engine becoming more comforting as you became accustomed to it. The
wind blew your hair in every direction, twisting it into tendrils that flew in
the air, flicking your face with tiny stings that made you giggle. Castiel
watched you smile to yourself, your hand hanging out of the window, your
fingers stretching through the fast airstream that passed over the car going
about 100 miles per hour.
Cas started going over the little facts he knew, trying to
distract him from the blissful scene that took place right beside him. Again,
the car was going about 100 miles per hour. 103 to be exact. It was 3:52pm, and
your moving bodies were travelling along the Mayfair highway in Arkansas, at
this second to be at a latitude of 35.2010 degrees North, and a longitude of 91.8318
degrees West. In about 4 minutes and 23 seconds it would start to rain, but
would only spit down for 54 seconds before the small cloud evaporated and the
sun reined the skies once more.
He recalled these facts with ease, his angel capabilities aiding
him with a limitless supply of useless knowledge. But there was one fact he
couldn’t push from his mind, no matter how many others he tried to pull over
the top of it.
What do you think the Devil did,
after he fell from Heaven?
Did he curse the Lord's’s name,
He most beloved by Lucifer above all others?
Did he nurse his wounded Pride with poison and fire,
to further stoke the furnace of his Wrath?
Did he vow revenge against all of Creation, and Man most of all, to whom God’s finest angel was expected to bow?
Did he take joy in depriving them of Heaven’s light,
to suffer with him in the cold Darkness, abandoned?
I believe he did all of these things –
but first, I believe he wept.
He cried - not as the Devil, but as a son;
as a child cast out of home,
while his Father called it Love.
AU where Even is a 24-year-old who is currently unemployed and stays mostly in his apartment and starts ordering the most random stuff from some Home Shopping Network and the delivery boy that he gets is this cute, blonde cupid bowed angel named Isak. Instantly, Even gets obsessed with ordering more stuff (surely for these interesting things, only) and so he orders the weirdest most embarassing shit so when Isak reads it out loud on his delivery document thingy, he blushes the most beautiful color ever or just scrunches up his nose in confusion and Even only winks at him. One time he opens the door only a towel around his waist with a flirty ‘wow, you’re so fast, Isak?! So thankful that YOU’RE my boy. Oh, I mean, delivery boy’ just to see Isak try to look anywhere but at Even’s naked chest and choke out a squeaky ‘thank you!’ while Even makes an internal dance over the beautiful crimson color on Isak’s face (again). Later on, Even starts throwing the worst pick-up lines as Isak becomes more comfortable with him and just groans longer with each pick-up line of the day. They get to know each other more, talking a little after every delivery and Even loves it (because Isak is just SO INTERESTING? AND SMART? AND BASICALLY EVERYTHING THAT IS BEAUTIFUL IN THIS WORLD?) but he also gets super frustrated at how Isak sometimes brushes off those clearly awesome lines as a joke or thinks that Even is just being friendly and funny and so one day, he opens the door and Isak just has those doe eyes that make Even melt and that shy smile, and the sun is hitting Isak’s golden curls just right and he is in a white shirt that just looks so good on him and he mutters a breathy ‘hi Even’ as he casts his eyes down and starts repeating his usual mantra ‘I’m here to deliver your…’ and Even can’t take it so he just yells out ‘GO OUT WITH ME DAMMIT’ and Isak opens and closes his mouth like a fish for the whole 15 seconds and says ‘umm…okay?’ really unsurely but still with a shy smile on his face and Even can’t find it in himself to be embarrassed for losing his chill because HE. GOT. THE. DATE.
» bodyguard!wonho x princess!reader » ROYALS!AU; slight angst » 3.908 words » summary:after an attack to your father’s life, he decides to assign you a personal bodyguard. and while you don’t like it one bit, you can’t deny the fact that the man chosen to protect you is rather handsome
a/n: i put it under a read more because it got quite long, lmao. i’m actually quite nervous about this so i hope you all will enojy it!
“I swear to God, [Y/N], I don’t know
why you are complaining so much” Jennie whispered while leaning over her elbow.
You rolled your eyes and ignored her, mechanically typing out the professors
words without actually listening to them. It had been a month and half since
the attack and Wonho had been spending every single day attached at your hip,
following every single move you made like a hawk perched over your shoulder.
“He’s so hot” added Lisa on your
other side, she glanced for a second over her shoulder where, in the back of
the class, Wonho was standing, clad in his black suit. A dreamy sigh escaped
her lips and you rolled your eyes “I swear, I’m going to ditch both of you if
you don’t stop-”
“You can’t tell me you haven’t
thought about it, he’s like a god on earth” you buried your face in your hands
and finally gave up taking notes, it was impossible to concentrate when Jennie
and Lisa kept up with their excited whispers about how hot Wonho was and how
much of a lucky bitch you were.
You, on the other hand, could only sigh.
It was already difficult dealing with the fact that it was impossible to stay
mad at Wonho, or even trying to treat him bad, without them reminding you just
how dazzlingly handsome he was, a thing that made your stomach churn and your
cheeks blush uncontrollably every time he smiled at you.
Wonho was nice, almost too nice, and
so charming, with his gentle smile and boisterous laugh. But you really could
not stand the fact that he had to follow you around, reminding everyone and you
of your position, your title and all
the obligations that came with it.
It was not a secret to those who
knew you personally, that being the princess and the only heir to the throne
was for you just as constricting as an actual cage. It had never really touched
you during your childhood, some years you even had dreamed about being the next
queen and ruling in a bright dress and high heels like your mother. But
everything had started to change during high school, when your own aspirations
had started to emerge and build, making you see a different future for you
outside of the palace’s shiny walls. Attending dinners and meetings, dressing
properly, behaving, even your own room had slowly started to make your skin
hitch. You could not stand the halls full of paintings, the corridors and the
armors, the thick curtains and the Arabic carpets.
Your parents had never really forbid
you anything and it had probably been partly their fault if, now that you were older,
you did not want to attend political events and avoided the subject of getting
married to a nice duke. But you could read it on their expressions that they
were not happy and were expecting you to get on the right track, sooner or
And despite looking like an actual
angel, Wonho was just a constant reminder of that part of your life, a sign
that linked you indissolubly to the throne and the crown, something that you
wanted to ignore as long as you could.
Shuffling of papers and chatting
filled the class and you snapped out of your thoughts. Your eyes wandered among
the faces of students, stealing glances at you, whispering behind hands and
looking at you with widened eyes. There had always been people looking, people trying
to be friends with you or just hoping to get a little conversation going with
the princess, but those things had became much more rare when people had started
to get accustomed to your presence. However, after the attack, the whispering
and ogling came back, more marked, if anything. It was almost like that simple
even had struck their mind, reminding them that, in fact, you were part of an
elite, of the people that ruled their nation.
And you hated it.
You shut your laptop closed and
stalked out of the room, Jennie and Lisa right behind you. A few steps back was
marching Wonho and the other two guards that were part of your outside escort,
Shownu and Jooheon. People parted in the hallways when you passed, a glint of
fear in their eyes, of you or your guards, you didn’t know. And while Jennie
and Lisa really were not paying attention to that shift in behavior, you could
not bear it for long.
You put a hand on Lisa’s shoulder to
get her attention “I don’t feel well, I’m going home”
Jennie must’ve sensed your worries,
she gave your arm a reassuring squeeze “Things are going to get back to
normality in a few months, don’t worry”
“I really hope so” you smiled and
waved goodbye. Wonho, that usually stood two steps behind you, was now standing
at your side while Jooheon stood behind.
“Are you not feeling well, your
highness?” asked the blond man, glancing at you with concern.
You shook your head and looked away,
always surprised by Wonho’s sincere worry for you “It’s nothing”
The guard nodded, he did not say
anything else but you knew that he had something on his mind by the way he
lingered at your side for a few seconds before getting back behind you. You did
not ask, he was going to tell you if it was important.
Shownu was already at the front
entry with the car ready. Jooheon sat in the front, while you and Wonho got in
the back seat. The ride was quite for the most part, you leaned over the
obscured window with your head and closed your eyes.
“If I may speak, your highness” Wonho
suddenly spoke up, making you jerk your head to his side. The man was looking
in front of him, where a black divider separated you from Shownu and Jooheon,
his legs comfortably crossed one over the other. You noticed how he was waiting
for you to give your consent for him to keep going, so you lightly nodded with
your head “I think miss Jennie is quite right. People are shaken about what
happened to His Majesty, the King, after all this has always been a pacific
kingdom” he turned to give you a gentle smile and you shyly nodded, he was so charming
even with a simple gesture as turning his head. You prayed you were not
blushing too hard.
“It is going to fade exponentially
and die as soon as the culprit is punished” his hands fell on your knee by
instinct, his own caring nature taking over him before he could stop himself at
what was considered acceptable from his position as a simple guard. He wanted
to comfort you and hold you close, it was a futile attempt at easing the
pressure he knew you were experiencing, it was what his body told him to do.
His thumb drew a circle on your exposed skin and you did not know what to say.
You felt your heart thumb loudly in your ears, you wanted to grip his hand and squeeze
it. Feeling his warm skin gave you a strange sense of relief but before you
could do anything, thank him for his kind words or even just smile, he
retreated with a sudden move.
His eyes avoided yours when you
tried to look at him and his hands were now tightly latched in front of him “I
apologies, your highness, I should’ve asked-” his words came out like a
staggering mess, he was obviously uncomfortable because of his own actions, seeing
as he was allowed to touch you only when it was needed for your protection. He
was probably afraid of what you could do to him for acting so daringly.
You frantically waved your hands in
front of your face, trying to mask just how much you were blushing “You don’t
have to apologies and please, stop calling me your highness when we are alone.
It makes me feel old …”
“I understand” Wonho bowed his head
and you just wanted to tell him to cut off the bowing and politeness too but
you had reached the place and someone was already opening your car door.
You quickly mouthed a thank you to
Wonho and quickly slid out of the car, swinging your bag over your shoulder.
You greeted the front guard that bowed to you and then raised your gaze over the
high ceiling painted with smiling cherubs and adorned by a sparkling
chandelier. You always felt a strong sense of oppression when looking up at the
Baroque decorations. All the gold decorations, yellow flowers, little angels
with bows, everything felt so heavy, so opulent that it made your stomach drop.
With a frown, you locked your eyes
on the screen of your phone and sprinted to the kitchen, stuffing your mouth
with food always helped making you forget that you were, more or less, locked
into your own house.
Hosted a Valentines meetup today, I had a great time. It was a role play type meetup. We all won Mr. Yan’s initial modelling contest but had to compete in a second round for his affection with a valentine. Winner received a token of affection. There were some really great (inappropriate) valentines. :)
My Coord: Dress and head bow: Angelic Pretty Jewel Marine Wig and shoes: Bodyline Hair accessories: Handmade Wristcuffs blouse and socks: unknown(gifts)