Emmisue

  Angels. We are expected to live forever. Though, in some unfortunate cases our forever can meet an untimely end. Screams filled the air, of angel and human alike. The sound of breaking bones and anguished wails surrounded you.  Time stood still as you watched angels fighting angels. You looked down at your hands, they were covered in blood, and you felt bile rise in your throat. The fight seems to take hours, though, it was probably only minutes. Bodies fall to the ground around you, and then everything goes silent. Slowly scanning the diner, you take in all the carnage. Gabriel was bent over the limp body of Balthazar, shaking him softl

  You're a tough little tadpole to love Naughty lilies and lures Oh, I was knocked to the floor Never tasted as sweet A poison as you have You're an urge that can never be cured It is a truth universally acknowledged that the devil can be a bit of a dick. You, of all people, know this, but you simply cannot get enough of him. Sometimes though, you wonder why he stays with you.   “Luci?” He walks up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist, “yeah?” “Aren’t I boring? I mean, I’m just a human, and you’re, you’re well Lucifer.” He buried his face in your neck, “You

  You tell yourself that you’re not afraid.   This was supposed to be the day you confessed to the arrogant billionaire, but Tony, being Tony, decided to have a huge party. You’re on your third drink, ready for a fourth, trying your best to survive.   “You look a little worse for ware,” Natasha smirked, and playfully bumped you with her hip.   You laughed nervously, “Nat, this is stupid. I wanna go home now.” Crossing her arms she gave you a halfhearted glare, “If you so much as step towards that door, I will drag you back in here by your ankles and lock you two in a room together till love happens.&#

  ‘What’s so extravagant about wine, women, and song?’ Thranduil silently mused this to himself; leaning back in his throne. Usually the king would love to take part in such an event, but lately something, more like someone, has been on his mind. He quietly scanned the crowd looking for his favorite advisor.   “She’s out in the gardens.” Thranduil simply nodded, “Now Elrond, whoever are you talking about?” Elrond scoffed, “still in denial I see.” Smiling softly, he added “If you just talk to her, I think you’ll be quite amazed.” Thranduil looked to his friend, who

  Your POV            You were more confused than terrified, to tell the truth. The man would come and go, ordering you to call the angels; make them fall into his little trap.  Each time you would cock an eyebrow, smirk, and politely refuse. His patience was slowly slipping away with you, but you could literally care less.   “Do you believe me to be evil, (y/n)?”  Your face remained blank, but your eyes held the furry of a hurricane. “…yes.” “Why?” he looked genuinely confused, “I’m not evil,” he said.   ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~THE BOIS~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~    

             You woke up shivering, in the dead of night. You slowly looked around, ‘where am I?’ There was barely any light, and what light there was, caused eerie shadows to line the walls. Bars surrounded your little square of concrete, ‘great,’ you mumbled. Slowly climbing to your feet, you winced and brought your hand up to the back of your head. Blood. Weariness overtook your body, and you stumbled forward. “What? B-but I’m an angel,” you said confused.              “That’s right, pretty little lady,” a raspy voice called out. You whipped your head around, “Who are you?

11:00pm 'Seriously,' you groaned to yourself. You've been lying in bed for about an hour now, just staring at the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling.  No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't fall asleep. Thoughts kept racing through your mind, but not good thoughts. The thoughts being: everything you did wrong that day, or that one embarrassing thing that happened to you that one summer way back when. We've all had those thoughts, am I right? The ones that keep you up over half of the night thinking about stuff we can't fix. Those were the worst because then your self esteem would plummet, and that voice in the back of your head

"Awwww," you carefully picked up the little furball; also known as a kitten. You ran your hand through its fur, earning a quiet purr from him. "No," Balthazar commanded, "put it down." "But Balty," you whined, "he's soooo adorable," talking more to the cat than the angel. "I said no," he reached out to grab him, but pulled back when the cat swiped at him. "See he's a lethal killing machine." You weren't listening though; you were too busy scratching it's "beautiful, squishy, amazingly soft wittle tummy. "What is she doing?" Lucifer asked, walking up to Balthazar. "Becoming overly attached to a rude, satanic creature." Lucifer cocked an eye

(A/N- okay I feel like this is short and it sucks, so I'm sorry ahead of time!) You stared into the darkness, as the clock struck one. Angels didn't need sleep, but ever since you joined the humans, you found pleasure in sleeping. Tonight though, you couldn't get your mind to shut up. 'Come ooon,' you groaned, and buried your face in your pillow. That, surprisingly, did not work one bit. You laid there for a few more minutes, then sighed in defeat. Shuffling to your feet, you made your way to the living room. "What're you doing?" You jumped, and turned on your heel with hand held against your chest, "seriously, Luci!" "What?" He asked in

(A/N- okay this is the first time writing anything for Sherlock....I hope it isn't too bad. I just wanted some Moriarty/Sebastian/reader! It needed to happen. Any who, I always picture Sebastian as Michael Fassbender, and we all know who Moriarty is...so I'll leave you to it.) ------------------------------------------------------------ "James Moriarty, if you do anything stupid, I swear I will kill you myself." You said playfully, but you couldn't help the worry in your voice. Straightening his tie, he turned towards you with fake surprise, "I never do anything Stupid." You crawled out of bed, careful not to wake Sebastian. You slowly wal