#it's like the angel and the devil on my shoulders

[dark-moonlust]

Making snow angels with your vampire mate

Pairing: vampire x f!human reader

Summary: you teach your vampire mate how to make snow angels.

Warnings: no smut, diva vampire, fluff overload, romantic moments, kisses.

Snowflakes fell softly from the sky, blanketing everything in a glittering, layer of white. The mansion behind you was a magnificent and imposing building, decorated by more shining snow. The landscape was peaceful and pretty but all you could see was him. Your mate was a sight amidst the snow, a tall, gorgeous vampire in a long dark coat.

You had brought him out here, eager to teach him the simple delight of making angels in the soft, fluffy snow. Your vampire mate had no idea snow could be pleasant and his attitude as he stood there staring at you, confused, told you he was still not convinced. You tightened your scarf over your neck, the cold air biting at your flesh. Unlike him, who was only wearing a light shirt and jeans, you were wrapped up like a burrito, with layers upon layers of clothing.

“You can't tell me you've lived for hundreds of years without making a snow angel! Now watch me, love!”

And with that, you flopped backward onto the fluffy snow with no hesitation. He widened his eyes at your fall but when the sound of your laughter bubbled up, he relaxed. He watched as you spread your arms and legs wide, moving them up and down through the snow, your melodic laughter ringing out in the quiet air.

“That’s it?” he asked, standing there, proud and supremely comfortable despite the biting cold. “It’s looks… undignified.”

You chortled. “Get down here, you diva. What’s the matter—afraid of a little snow?”

“Afraid?" He looked at his brand-new shirt as if debating whether he was truly willing to risk it for this. "Hardly."

"Don't make me tackle you down here myself," you joked, smiling up at him as you continued to move your arms, deliberately throwing small sprays of snow in his correction.

“You are a little devil,” he laughed before ultimately lowering himself next to you, lying flat on his back in the snow. He gave you a soft glance before moving his arms and legs, his movements rigid and extremely precise.

"Not like this!" you said, poking him with your boot. "Just relax… go with the flow and have fun!"

A low huff and he let go, his movements becoming looser and soon he was laughing alongside you, the two of you flailing around in the snow like children. His crimson eyes danced with liveliness, his sharp, chiseled face softened by a pure joyful smile that you rarely saw.

"See? I told you it’s fun!" you said when your snow angel was formed on the ground.

He glanced at you, grinning. “Never thought I’d have such fun making a snow angel. Do you know any more snow games?”

"Games hmm..." your hand leapt out, seizing a handful of snow and you flung it at him, flakes landing right on his face, dusting his perfect hair. “Gotcha!” you called out, scrambling on your feet and leaping away, seeking shelter.

“Oh, you're asking for it now," he said, taking a handful of snow and flinging it back at you— supremely gently. He had so much more strength than you, he didn’t want to hurt you.

“What was that fart of a move?” you found yourself laughing harder than you had in years.

“Can’t risk hurting you, babe!”

“You’re too much of a gentleman! And, I’m going to take advantage of it.”

You flung a couple more snowballs at him, but he dodged them all with ease, his motions smooth and fast. Just as you were going to aim again, he moved in a single, lethal motion, closing the gap between you. He held you in his arms, your chest pressed tightly against his own. A soft smile came across your lips and without thinking, you slipped your hands around his large shoulders, drawing him closer. His face was so near that you could see every beautiful curve of his jaw, every flawless line of his skin, every detail in his eyes.

“You’re my precious mate,” he said. “My warm sunshine in my heart.”

Head tilting, he claimed your mouth, his lips icy at first but warming with each caress, with each wet brush. You moaned, your fingers running through his smooth, black hair. You parted your lips, reveled in the touch of his tongue which danced with yours with a hunger that left you breathless. The kiss deepened, it was as if he was tasting you and taking your very soul.

Snow fell around you, glistening in the moonlight, but you didn’t care.

The kiss was alive and only when you were out of breath did you draw back.

"You have no idea how happy you make me," he murmured as he pressed tiny kisses on your cheek. “Giving me reasons to smile when I had none.”

"And you have no idea how loved you make me feel," you answered.

The world faded away when he kissed you again, his lips moving thoroughly, his tongue thrusting deep. The snow, the stars, the mansion—they all faded from your mind, leaving only his touch, his kisses, his love.

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[arsonistic-tendencies]

Nightmares, Dreams , What difference does it make if I'm Always ending up alone ?

CW: Death, Implied Violence

He shifted , Tossing and turning as he looked up at the sky. Something was wrong... The sky was dark and dreary, The bird perched on his shoulder... Something was wrong with him today?

He always had Painful memories ; Old Civilizations, Kind hands , cold eyes , Angelic beings , they were always the same. a familiar cycle , his death or others , It was confusing , It was always Dark.... like he shouldnt be there.... Something chasing him... or perhaps him chasing something?

It always followed a storyline. Constantly shifting unable to make up its mind

One thing was always consistent John would be there. stand there.... Waiting, Always waiting, Far away somewhere. he'd run as fast as he could upon realization, The Titans, The League All his friends, His family. they'd be there in the distance. once he finally caught up to cling to the father he'd been searching for. Gave up his ???????? for.

The earth crumbled beneath him. As it always did, He'd Fall. A green pit breaking his fall whispering him things. Things that hurt to think about

He'd stare at the empty void familiar and melancholy. Everyone always left. the cruel part of the wheel of life... No matter how dearly he clung to it. he was always left behind watching... Guiding. How he always longed to join them. And then he DID

"John!-... N-No no no no please!" He begged falling to his knees. Speaking with a voice and words he didn't recognize. He clutched at Devils Trumpets gripping the white flowers tightly as they turned to ash as he held them. "I - I just... I just got you back " He sobbed.

A dark figure approached him. Taking the shape of his sister Alazne she opened her arms offering comfort he immediately took it her gaze was sad as he felt the familiar prick. "Alazne?...." He asked quietly. he's been through this before? he looked around swaying his his vision swirled......

Right The battlefield.... Screams left and right as he collapsed to the ground. He should have DIED here. Along with everything else. Maybe thats why everyone left him.... Feared him even... He was an Anomaly, a cockroach as John liked to call himself it was in a Constaintine's blood.... Blood son or not

He acted too much like Him... Looked like him if he tried hard enough, Same gruff demeanor, Same cowardice... He was exhausted. how long had he been 17? How long had he spent making Deals, Contracts, For even the slim chance he'd find his john and it would all go back to normal... He wiped at the blood dribbling down his chin...

He fidgeted anxiously, Maybe it was out of a desire to feel loved... to feel wanted... to have purpose.... to not wander aimlessly. He'd been alone since the earth was created and he'd be alone when he saw the end of it. The Cycle of Life and Death was always cruel and unforgiving .... And yet so beautiful and peaceful...

He shot up awake looking around nervously... Was he sweating? His throat felt like it was closing..... where was he?!?? He looked around anxiously... His hair was a mess and he was covered in blood.... wonderful! He thought sarcastic, He fidgeted at the sleeves of his shirt placing the doll he clung to down before looking around.

[shitty-malevolent-aus]

malevolent au where arthur has john and kayne as a little shoulder-angel-devil situation after they meet kayne for the first time. kayne can't do anything harmful like this, aside from being incredibly convincing...

How dare you downplay my favorite character!

this sounds fun tho

[cherryeclipses]

Dean Winchester x Angel!Reader 🪽 Fallen

tw: mentions of hell (not graphic)

Slow burn. She/her pronouns, minimal use of Y/N. Please ignore inconsistencies in the show/lore - it’s fan fiction!!

𓆩♡𓆪

Part I - 1st person POV

Such a good actress hiding all her pain

Caught between heaven and hell.

I was once a great solider, a follower, a dreamer. I am now a plaything, undesirable, a rebel.

When Sam Winchester opened the gate between hell and earth I was freed. At first I couldn’t believe it had finally happened, my wings spread wide as I sprung from the box I had been kept in for centuries and as if by fate I found my vessel instantly. Earth was just as beautiful as I remember it being centuries ago. Fresh air, the ocean that shimmers with the morning sunrise, humans with all their imperfections, empathy and freedom.

I spent a few days wandering the earth, I’m sure the Winchester brothers are trying to find a way to close the gate they unknowingly opened so I need to take this chance while I have it. As I’m sitting on a park bench, people watching I hear a very familiar deep voice. “Y/N?” “Castiel?!” I spring to my feet to embrace him in a hug. He stiffens, as my arms wrap around him “What are you doing here?” Castiel asks. “You ask as if you don’t already know.” I reply, standing back to get a good look at his vessel. “You can't possibly think I would stay in that torture chamber a moment longer once Sam unlocked the door." "Cas, who is this?" Dean interrupts. "This is Y/N, an angel." Castiel replies. "An angel...but you came from hell?" Sam questions. My shoulders drop, I didn't imagine running into any of my brothers or sisters here on earth, let alone any humans I would have to explain my story to. I just smile and say "Yes, an angel that came from hell, that shouldn't be too surprising since I'm sure you know I'm not the only one." Sam and Dean stand there looking stunned, not sure weather they need to draw their weapons or interrogate me. "Look Castiel, I can see you have more pressing matters to deal with, I am so happy to see you again but -" "Come with us, you can help." Castiel interrupts. I look at him wide eyed. I haven't seen my brother in centuries and I'm sure my reputation in heaven is not exemplary so why would he want my help. Dean pulls Castiel aside but not far enough away for me to not hear them, "Dude, come on another angel from hell? Doesn't that make her some sort of she-devil or something?" "No Dean, Y/N is nothing like Lucifer. She can help us better than anyone." Castiel explains and he walks over to me "Please come. Selfishly I don't want to lose my best friend again." How can I say no to that?!

[coolcoelacanth]

the feminine anxiety to think about studying for your exam that you don't care about on monday versus the feminine urge to play stardew valley for 12 hours straight

[nonbinary-odo]

If Dukat was real I think he wouldn't care at all how depraved people got about him. He'd see I've used the tag "mpreg Dukat" and say some shit like "thinking of me, aren't we?"

[blatantprinterpropaganda]

[whispering but way too loud so the whole room hears it anyway] aro spectrum thame

[bluebugjay]

Inside you there are two wolves

[around-your-throat]

meet-cute

[quirinah]

my files are kind of a nightmare

[grif-hawaiian-rolls]

Can't go wrong with the classics, right? At least, that's what my uncles said.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

I think it'd b nice for Junior to have a chance to have fun with the whole being an alien 2-3 times the size of his human peers, ya know? Just every once in a while!

Halloween is definitely one of those chances, seeing as how he has an excuse to show off that he can carry his friends on his shoulders without it being "weird"

Part 1 & 2 to this

[foundinthevoid]

A devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other!

[imasillygooose]

Here's your daily picture of Jon Matteson

My best friend and I have like 100 pictures like this (and I hate to admit that I'm Jeff in absolutely all of them)

[wazzappp]

I thought those little shoulder advisors were supposed to be small

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

why does spaders shoulder angel talk like a 1930s comic book mobster

messy thang i dont want to open and edit anymore but i liked the colors you can have it. sorry for not giving him like a robe or something im corrupted by the angels from katamari but i gave him. you know. seraph (egg) horns.

[silassstingy]

You know who's going to protect Rhea?

Rhea.

I HOPE SO.

i WANT her to protect herself so badly, i do!

but we HAVE been here already, too recently might i add. she HAS protected herself, and she has fought back. but the ganging up on her continues no matter what. it's frustrating to watch!