but look at this angel

anonymous asked:

Since we're on the subject, I'd rate you a solid 7.5-8/10. I tend to watch your normal videos just to see your reactions to stuff. You're also just good looking in general, very refined. But your voice is like... Butter? Angels? Angels made of butter? Either way it's a great voice.

I’m like a solid 6, 7-7.5 if you see me while you’re drunk.

Fire and Ice - Song!Fic

Originally posted by totallysupernaturaloneshots

I love Within Temptation and when I was watching the video for this song a fic idea sprung into my head, grabbed my brain and shook me about a bit like a cocktail shaker before letting me pour out this fic. So I hope you like it.

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Supernatural Lucifer x Angel! Reader


“Gabriel? Cas? What the hell is wrong with you two?” Dean snapped, when he was ignored he gave Sam a curious look. The giant just shrugged and focused on the frozen Angels staring into the window of a bar.
Castiel stepped forward and placed a strong hand on Gabriel’s shoulder who gulped and let out a long shaken breath.
“Hello,” Dean called tired of being ignored, “I thought we were here looking for something to help us stop Lucifer or I am the only one who remembers that the fucking world is ending?”
Castiel dropped his hand as Gabriel turned to face him, “Not this, Cas.”
Castiel’s brow furrowed but gave a tight nod.

“Want to clue us in?” Sam asked them but like Dean he was ignored.
“I never thought that it was true…” Gabriel whispered and Castiel seemed to agree with the sentiment, “We need to go.”

But when Gabriel went to step away Dean stepped in front of him only for Gabriel to seize his by the jacket and lift him into the air.
“What the fuck?!” Dean snapped.
Gabriel’s eyes blazed blue and the air left stifling, “You don’t know what’s going on here, so shut up and let the grownups talk.”
Dean glared at him as Gabriel slowly lowered the Righteous Man back to his feet and letting his eyes sink back into their normal hue. Sam was beside Dean instantly, old habits die hard when it came to the Trickster near his brother.
“You’re right, there’s clearly more going on here than we know. Maybe you could explain it to us?” Sam spoke calmly, one hand was on Dean to stop him swinging for the Angel and the other was extended out towards Gabriel trying to endear to him. Gabriel gave a small nod, his hair dropping down over his eyes when he kept his head down.
“Perhaps we should go somewhere more convenient.” Castiel suggested and with of Gabriel’s fingers they, and the Impala, were back at the motel.

—–

“Her name was Y/N.” Gabriel started slowly. He was sat on one of the twin beds, Sam and Dean were sat to the small table each with a beer in hand and Castiel leant against the wall close to them.
“She was an Angel - an Archangel to be more precise. One of the strongest warriors I’ve ever met, she ruled courage of heart and bravery in mankind.” Gabriel explained, she sighed before continuing, “In the early days, when Hell was new, Y/N was in charge of keeping balance on earth.”

“Mankind was supposed to make its own decisions.” Castiel explained.
“She was good at it as well, much better than she should have been considering…” He drifted off.
“Considering?” Sam probed.

Gabriel rubbed his face and sighed, “She was in love with Lucifer and he said that he loved her too. None of us believed that he did, not really, until she died.” He swallowed, “She was asked by a group of Angels to accompany them to Earth to meet with some Demons, they wanted her there to keep the balance. But they were lying and the Angels killed her.”

Dean turned slightly to make sure that Castiel was okay and Sam asked, “Why would they -?”
“They couldn’t trust her because she was in love with the Devil.” Gabriel spat, “That’s when we realised that Luci really loved her, honest to Father loved her.”

“What did he do?” Dean asked.
Gabriel gave a smirk, “You’d call it the Dark Ages. You know pestilence, famine, war, and death running around free. The plague and people getting burned for being witches, there was no one to keep the balance.”

Sam sat forward, “We’re sorry for your loss. Gabe, Cas, we really are but what does this have to do with the weapon that we’re looking for to stop Lucifer?”
This time Castiel spoke, “There was a rumour that Lucifer had discovered the Angels plan and sent Demons to bring Y/N down to hell and that  she didn’t really die that day but instead Lucifer found a way to lock away all of herself within her mind and sent her away to live on Earth as a human.”

“She’s in that bar.” Gabriel concluded, “And since Lucifer is out the cage but he’s left her alone, I think that her mind can’t handle being near another Angel. It could tear her mind apart. We wouldn’t know if she could survive it until it happens.”

“She’s the weapon?” Sam concluded, “We could use the threat of hurting her to stop Lucifer in his tracks.”
“You said you got this intelligence from an Angel?” Gabriel asked and Sam nodded so he continued, “Lucifer never did manage to kill all the Angels involved in the attack. There are three left out there hiding, maybe they needed someone like you guys to help them find where Lucifer hid her.”

—-

The pain flicked across your head again before vanishing and with a wince you pinched above your nose hoping that it wouldn’t come back.
“Your head hurting again?” Harry, your boss, asked from the other side of the bar. You nodded and continued to fill your tray with empty glasses from the bar. Harry reached over and took the tray from your hands, “Go and have a sit down in my office Darlin’.”
You gave him a small smile in thanks and walked through the back of the bar, got yourself a bottle of water from the small fridge in Harry’s office and dropped yourself down into his plush chair and took small sips of your water.

Every word you’re saying is a lie
Run away my dear
But every sign will say your heart is dead

Your head throbbed again and you put the bottle down on the desk so that you could hold your head in your hands. The door opening caught your attention but you didn’t look up until an unfamiliar voice spoke, “Y/N?”
It was a struggle to take your head out of your hands, your vision swam and you could barely open your eyes but you could just about make out a short, dark skinned man in a suit.
“Sorry customers aren’t allowed back here.” You struggled to spit the utterance out but you managed it – just.

“Come on, I know it’s been a while but don’t you recognise me?” His voice was smug and self-satisfied but in truth you could barely see him, your eyes felt like they were burning and something inside your head felt like it was being ripped apart but still, on some instinctual level, you knew you were in danger and forced your eyes open.

You didn’t mean to scream but the pain in your eyes and head along with the visions that flickered behind the man forced the sound out of you. It looked like wings.

Danger.

You had to get away. Something in your head was screaming that this man with his flickering shadowing wings would be the death of you and that the longer you stayed and the clearer the wings became would mean a more painful death.

Thinking on your feet, you threw the water bottle from the desk at him, he caught it effortlessly but was too busy looking smug to be able to catch the chair that you kicked at him. It gave you enough time to dive out of the emergency exit at the back of the office. You got as far as the end of the carpark before you were knocked off of your feet and crashed to the ground on your back with the weight of the man atop you.
His hand clenched around your neck and you hissed in pain. He leaned down to your face, “The great balancer reduced to a human form – disgusting. If you had picked your alliances better then you wouldn’t have to die as a mortal.”

“H- Plea..se” You coughed out but it did nothing to deter him. He smiled sickly and reached behind him, there was a flash of a blade before he wall pulled off of you and held above you by the neck. Your head was practically wailing now, the man’s wings were clear now and fluttering in panic at being held hostage.
He was being held by a blonde man and even lay down you could that his height would overshadow you, he had dirty blonde hair and he was livid.

Bury all the memories
Cover them with dirt
Where’s the love we once had
Our destiny’s unsure
Why can’t you see what we had
Let the fire burn the ice
Where’s the love we once had
Is it all a lie?

“Come out of hiding have you?” He shook the man effortlessly, “You little maggot. I’m going to make you burn.”
With each word the air grew colder and you forced your eyes open to watch the frost splay across his skin. But you didn’t stay, the little voice in your head caught your attention through the agony and made you roll onto your front, push yourself up and took off sprinting again.

It was a small town and not overly far behind the bar, however misguided the placement, was a small lake. The pain in your head overwhelming, you dropped to your knees in the mud of the bank. Bringing your hands up to wrap around yourself you fell forwards and screamed.

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I’m breathing but why?
In silence I hold on
To you and I

The fire in you back, it was wings you could hear them. Your wings. They’d been there the whole time hidden from even you. You screamed again as your consciousness tore itself asunder and pulled itself back together. Flashes of everything fell back into place and you sobbed.

Your lover falling from heaven.

A missing father.

Guiding humanity.

A betrayal.

A cage and hellfire.

An apology and then nothing.

Scores of memories from all your human lives poured back into your mind and overwhelmed you. Just when you were sure that it was too much two large calloused hands found your cheeks and pulled your face up.

Closer to insanity
Buries me alive
Where’s the life we once had
It cannot be denied
Why can’t you see what we had?
Let the fire burn the ice
Where’s the love we once had
Is it all a lie?

“Lucifer.” You whimpered and finally, opened your eyes, he was knelt before you in the mud, his thumbs wiping away the tears and the mud and you saw him.

Your Lucifer who had rebuilt your mind time and time again to hide you away from the Angels who wished to destroy you so that you wouldn’t fall like him and have to kill your family. His hands were cold but they warmed on your cheeks, you’d always been counterparts that way.

Fire and ice.

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I’m breathing but why?
In silence I hold on
To you and I

He sat back into the mud and pulled your body to his chest, his arms holding you to him and tangling his hand in your hair.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered and could feel his deep chuckle against your body.

“Don’t be, it’s those stupid Winchesters leading them straight to you.” Lucifer explained and kissed the top of your head and rocked your body slightly with him, he was trying to calm you because you both knew that you weren’t out of danger yet.
“Winchesters, you mean?” You whispered as logic fought your new memories for presence. Your head swam with so much new knowledge that you were surprised that you could speak; you should have guessed the time that you’d been brought back in just because Lucifer was out of the cage.

He just nodded

You run away
You hide away
To the other side of the universe

A tickling sensation made you snuggle into Lucifer closer and he let out a deep chuckle at your reaction to his wings coming around to encompass you both. He absentmindedly ran his hands through your feathers and you relaxed into his touch. Now you realised the aching in your human lives over the centuries had been a longing for your wings.

Now that it was all filtering back for you it was easy to see that Lucifer had people keeping an eye out for you for all these years, Crowley had found you at least one point throughout all your lives and twice of those occasions had been you, in different lives, attempting to sell your soul for the ability to bear children.
You’d been denied both times.
Now it fell into place, Lucifer had taken that away from you when he’d taken your wings, not through spite but because he knew that if you ever got to find out who you were then you’d never forgive him for letting you have children who wouldn’t know the real you. That and any child you produced with a human husband would still have been a Nephilim – he could only hide your angelic nature not destroy it.

Where you’re safe from all that hunts you down
But the world has gone
Where you belong
And it feels too late so you’re moving on
Can you find your way back home?

Threading your fingers through his you titled your head up so that he could reach down to kiss you. His lips pushed against yours and stars burst from it. His fingertips danced along your collar bone, up your neck, along your jaw and into your hair and used it to pull you closer.

Slowly you pulled away, your voice whimpered, “Lucifer I love you, please don’t send me away again.”

“I’m never going to let them touch you again.” He promised and ice breathed over your lips at your closeness.
It happened fast then.
Lucifer’s wings swished open and he was pushed you to the floor and caught the attacking Angel by the elbow, the Angel blade in his hand barely missing the tip of your nose.

“Y/N run!” Lucifer commanded as he threw one of the attackers into the other, “Gabriel’s in town, find him. I won’t let them hurt you.”

And I still wonder
Why heaven has died
The skies are all falling
I’m breathing but why?
In silence I hold on
To you and I

And so you ran. Down the muddy lake bank, your legs still burning and chest still heaving as they struggled to make the transition from humanity. There was no way you could fight off an Angel right now, you needed to get away.
You swung your fist at the rustle of feathers to your side but your attacker caught your wrist and threw it down and you followed it crashing to the floor.
“Lucifer!” you screamed but he didn’t appear as the Angel kicked you in the ribs sending you flying into the tree.

I’m never going to let them touch you again. That’s what he’d promised, where was he?!

“Lucifer!” You screamed again until it hurt, the Angel pulled you up by your hair. Lucifer appeared in front of you, his face and hair splattered with blood and his hand dripping crimson. He was snarled and the Angel hotel yanked your hair until you were stood, locked his arm around your chest and with a flutter of his wings you were both gone.
Lucifer screamed and the earth cracked beneath him.

Gone. You were gone again and his own promise taunted him.
I won’t let them hurt you.

Every word you’re saying is a lie


3 fics in 2 days I’m spoiling you guys.

So this is…. happening.

When I woke up today I was not expecting this.

Greg’s unintentional mid-frame face is my face right now.

Also don’t think I don’t see that turtle right there.

Turtles are bad in this show.

Uh…. why is there like a lens on some scenes?

And why are there animals watching through it?

This is creepy.

Wow Charlie’s Angels look great.

No but seriously this is so unsettling what is happening.

AHHH IT GOT CREEPY NO STOP.

♡ I know I am again way to late for this but I am so damn happy right now! Our angel looked amazing and precious last night and I am still shocked because we DID IT! WE REALLY DID! HE WAS SO OVERWHELMED BY THE FACT THAT THERE ARE STILL PEOPLE OUR THERE WHO SUPPORT HIM. BUT IT IS TRUE. WE ARE STILL HERE FOR YOU ANGEL AND WE WILL NEVER LET YOU DOWN. WE ALL LOVE YOU SO MUCH. AND I AM SO PROUD OF YOU BABY! SO PROUD. ♡

bkwrm523  asked:

If angels (with the exception of Gabriel) can't taste food, how do you think they feel about wine?

I think they’re on the same page as humans.

There are angels like him:

Who speak fake French and give you long ass monologues about why a 1943 Pomerol Bordeaux Vieux Château Certan is much better than a 1939  Sauternes Bordeaux Château Climens. He swirls his wine, talks about the legs, and whilst you aren’t looking he chugs the whole bottle. 


And angels like him:

Who can only stomach about five seconds of Balthazar rambling about his fine wine before he gets his own bottle and goes into his room to watch bad romantic comedies in his underwear. 

Then there are angels like him:

Who can’t stand the taste, but will sit with you whilst you drink it, and take sips from your glass when you beg him to try it. He secretly spits it out in the sink because he hates the feeling of being drunk, but you know…he tries to spare feelings. 

Or the angels like him:

Who hates the taste, but go through it because he loves the feeling it produces….yeah he has to go through a few more bottles than the average bear, but you know, he’s an angel. 

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TAG YOURSELF I’M _____!!! RFA EDITION (Part One)
Content created by Eunrin ( @txgrerra ) because it is her legacy

Mirrored (Zen)

  • gives himself a perfect 10
  • hair longer than wife’s fucks to give
  • gets ppl pregnant with a wink

Duckling (Yoosung)

  • tries
  • smart but doesn’t do shit
  • awkward crying
  • will do anything for snacks

Bae (Jaehee)

  • queen
  • coffee anxiety and woke
  • needs 3 years sleep
  • only properly-functioning member

Wonhae Money Money (Jumin)

  • can buy u and ur family in 1 second
  • kinky but pure
  • melly smelly
  • shit humor

Meme (707)

  • heelies to escape feelies
  • needs 10 hugs and dr. pepper
  • no fashion sense
  • has 632629 personas

Bee (V)

  • literally blind
  • needs to be protected
  • guilty crowned
  • tried

Hiss Hiss (Rika)

  • looks like an angel but hellspawn
  • sssssnake
  • family’s bad egg
  • ctrl+c, ctrl+v

Hair Dye (Saeran)

  • emo phase
  • bullies people to show love
  • probably into bdsm
  • and at last i see the light
I Like It When You Sleep

Originally posted by kylolicious

A/N: THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS!! Here’s a little something for you. <3 Just a modern AU, I couldn’t decide if on Ben or Kylo so you chose. And for roommates, you choose Poe or Hux.


I rolled over to see her sleeping. Shielding her face from the light, she looked an angel. It was too good to be true. I nuzzled my head into her shoulder. Her skin is so soft and smooth and smells so good. I let out a moan, which made her stir. I wrapped my arms around her to bring her closer. The comforter shifted down exposing her purple lace bra. Her body was so small compared to mine. “Love? Loveee” I dragged out trying to wake her up. “No.” She whispered I left kisses on her skin. “Stop.” She giggled. “No, you know you like it.” I began laughing with her and soon the room was filled with laughter. “When I wake up, I’m going to cut all your hair off and break all your drumsticks” Why so violent?” I laughed. “Why do you always play with my emotions when it comes to sleep?” You asked, eyes still closed. But I wouldn’t let her off that easy. “Wow, I meanI think you guys are great and all, but this is just sickening.” Hux appeared, clearly being woken up by you two. Once (Poe/Hux) was gone, he turned to look over at your sleeping figure. Sighing and staring, only you could make him like this.


I hope you enjoyed it. This is super short but it is one of my favorite things I wrote one night, (AND ONE OF THE MANY)  based on The 1975 album ILIWYSFYASBYSUOI. Thank you guys for the follows and all the likes and comments. If you want to request anything. I’m up for it. 

My gift to @a-whole-lasagna for the @frukgiftexchange 2017! One of your wishes was “A Victorian or Edwardian-era setting”, so I went with Victorian (and their wonderful clothes~). I hope you’ll like it and that you had fun during the Holidays! (ノ^ω^)ノ♥ ゜・。。・

Now the fanfic~


Title: Je t'aime

Pairing: FrUk

Summary: After accompanying his mother to the opera and meeting a mysterious man with the looks of an angel, Arthur could not take that smooth and melodic voice out of his head. Human AU. Victorian setting.

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London, England, 14 May 1853…

It was a cold and rainy evening when Arthur Kirkland found himself standing in front of Theatre Royal. It had taken all of his mother’s patience to convince him to change into his best clothes and accompany her to the opera. As the younger brother, it was his duty to take care of the house and look after his mother while his brothers were out of town taking care of the family’s business. After his father had passed away the previous year, Arthur and his older brothers had made a vow to work hard and make their mother happy again.

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