#candy-addicted-angel

[lustfulwings]

Love is Torture

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Eros took his work very seriously. In the past he had done it all himself, but now there were more people than ever on Earth, and he would die of exhaustion if he tried to cover the entire globe on his own. So these days he took pride in dealing out orders to the Cherubim to make people fall in love. That wasn't to say he didn't get out there anymore, that was far from the truth. He just stayed more local, mostly in North America. He had gotten direct orders from his mother to take a job in Wyoming, but that was two weeks ago and no one had heard from him since. The Cherubim had gotten worried about him, he was their older brother in every way except blood. He never went more than five days without checking in with at least one of them and he never, ever ignored their calls. So after two weeks had passed with no word form him they began to look for him. And the first place they looked was at the house of the trickster, a place they knew Eros frequently visited. Only two of them went, though so many more wanted to go, sobbing that they had to continue work while Eros was missing. Rachiel wasn't much better as she and her older brother, Javan, landed on the balcony of the blonde mischief maker. She had tears streaming down her face as she knocked on the glass door, hoping that it would be the pink haired god that answered.

[halosandantlers]

@candy-addicted-angel

         “  Angels ... They’re falling ...  ”

      Dean’s words echoed still in Sam’s ears. It had been three days since the angels had streamed down from the sky, onto the Earth below. Three days, and Sam was still in shock. All the angels, kicked out of Heaven, forced onto the Earth below. He wondered how many had died. 

     And he wondered what kind of Hell this had earned him. His fault- of course it was his own fault. 

     Once Sam had recovered, he’d pulled away from Dean. He’d managed to get out of the bunker and into the impala, just- driving. 

     Driving to clear his mind. Driving to... think. There were a million thoughts in his mind and even more emotions in his chest. He felt sick. His stomach was churning. He pulled over on the side of the old country road he’d been driving on, getting out and sighing, hoping the fresh air would soothe him. He’d been driving an hour. He hadn’t meant to drive so far from the bunker, and he knew Dean would be worried, but he’d needed this. Needed this time, needed this space. 

     As he stares into the distance, he pauses, blinking and stepping forward. There was something in the woods, in the distance. Something oddly shaped like a body. Sam turns, grabbing his gun- just in case- and then quickly walks towards the body, slowly approaching it. 

     “ Hello...? Hey- are you- are you okay...? ”  He calls out. 

[daretodean]

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Sam sat down and starred down at his hands for a moment before looking up at the angel and shrugging. 

“I don’t know. There was something about you that’s... Different and whatever it is I like it.” He attempted to explain. “You’re too good and I didn’t want to fall for you because everyone I’ve ever loved is dead.” The hunter looked away sadly. “What if I lose you?” 

[morgandaughterofdeath]

Archangels and Olympians

@candy-addicted-angel

Morgana didn't like the parties on Olympus. Maybe it was too soon to judge after being at one for thirty minutes but she had already lost her roomate Thalia, who was supposed to make sure nothing happened to her, had to pull her short dress down too many times, had to pour out one drink she was pretty sure had been drugged, and now there was a god who had been drinking for hours before the party began hitting on her. No matter how many times she walked off and told him no, he followed her, drink in hand. Why had she let Thalia talk her into this? She had classes to study for. While she was weaving through the crowd slowly, she noticed the glass balcony on the side of the room. That was the VIP section. Those people were the luckiest people around. She made eye contact with one of the three standing by the edge, getting lost in his eyes and beautiful blonde hair for just a moment before she felt something hit her back. She stumbled forward and swore, the same god from before stumbling behind her after knocking her over. She was about two seconds from snapping as she picked herself up off the floor.

She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the several sets of eyes on her. Damned dress. She pulled the top up a little more, trying to be decent as she turned around to face the drunk. "Sorry, you seem sweet but I'm just really not interested." she said firmly, though her voice was quiet. Gods she wished she could disappear. Especially when he just took a step closer. He pushed a drink into her hand and she sighed, wishing she was anywhere else.

[lustfulwings]

Project

Angel Cakes:

“I rather gathered that.” The youngest prince smirked, his golden eyes glinting with mischief. “So, should we get started then? How do we even do this?” 

“Well he gave us options. We could write an essay, but knowing you I would end up being the one writing it. We could always to the model, build one of the original humans.” He raised his candyfloss eyebrows, weighing their options.

[lustfulwings]

“I bet doing this with you will be a breeze~” Gabriel said with a playful wink as the teacher called their names to be partners for their class project.

A sly smirk painted the god’s face. He drummed his pen on the desk, closing his eyes in thought. He nodded to the prince’s confidence, his pink eyes glowing faintly. “Working with the god of lust on a project about soulmates, yeah I’d say you lucked out.” He leaned back far in his chair, hands behind his head. “True love is sort of my thing after all.”