I just wanted to tell again how much I love swept away and it found me at a time in my life where I needed to be swept away (still kinda do lol) You’re writing and your creativity is amazing! Any new story you write no matter the fandom I’ll be sure to check it out because, you’re that talented! 🖤
Awww Britt I'm so happy to see your name in my inbox again!! You're always so kind and supportive, thank you so much, my friend! ❤️
The magnificence of his wings always took your breath away.
They shouldn't. You were used to the wings filling the world, even if the angels maintain mostly unreachable for meager mortals. Yes, they lived among you, yet their premises were considered out of reach for humans.
Unless a bold human wanted to be punished for trespassing.
So really, having a good view from your upper floor apartment at the majestic tripe-tower in the heart of the city, where the angels lived and ruled from, you got to see dozens of beautiful wings on a daily basis.
Still, Steve made your whole body snap to attention and melt with devotion.
Not a religious one.
While there were fractions of people still clinging to the conservative beliefs, most came to accept centuries ago that angels weren't God-sent, but a highly evolved species.
There was also nothing holy about them. Quite the opposite, they were incredibly lethal, sometimes cruel.
"Are you going to turn into one of the mesmerized?" Steve asked, tilting his head to the side as he noticed your awed stare at his wings.
"Want to change your large paycheck for one of my feathers?" He wasn't usually a cocky bastard, but there was a teasing tone to his words.
Purposely, he flexed his wings in a wide stretch, so the sun glinted in the gold-encrusted feathers.
His pure white mixed with liquid gold coloring made him stand out among angelkind. When he cut through the sky, he was a bullet of metallic power. Even if Steve didn't actually possess the one of the greatest powers among the angels, he would be considered as such from his looks alone.
"No." You glared at him, not only angry with your display of weakness for his beauty, but also with the fact he noticed and commented on it.
"Then what would you give for permission to touch my wing?" Steve asked in what seemed to border on seduction, but was a genuine curiosity.
Your mind flashed with images that the traditionalists holding onto their holy books would call blasphemous.
Steve's majestic body over you, pressing into you, possessing you as his wings engulfed you in a cocoon of gold and white.
"I. Only. Work. For. You." You gritted, clenching your fists at your sides.
You would never, ever, ever, give in to him. Not because you didn't want him, but because for an angel of his status and power you'd be merely a toy to break and forget.
I just had to tell you I love your creativity and writing!!!! Even character’s or fandoms you write about that I know nothing about but, still read cause it’s THAT good! 💖
My lovely, this is one of the nicest things you could ever say to me! I appreciate everyone who reads my nonsense, but it blows me away when anyone takes a chance on a character or fandom they either know nothing about or aren't interested in. This made my day and I hope you're having an amazing week so far.
Just wanted you to know I’ve been praying and wishing you complete recovery and healing since you mentioned your health. Your writing has brought so much happiness and joy to so many (you don’t even know how much some of your words of encouragement or venting about life means so much)
plz never feel pressured, you do you✌️💖
Brittany thank you so much! You're an angel, I appreciate you more than you know! ❤️❤️
Okay possible prompt/idea I had: single dad (who is a widower) meets a lovely woman with her own sob story, in a small town known for Christmas tree lighting competitions….they help each other….😏😮💨🎄to love again!