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unabashednightmarepizza · 7 months

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𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐴 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑊ℎ𝑜…

A/N: Not gonna lie, my eyes might have shed a tear or so at the "like a parent who..." parts, I got emotional...

Pairings: Archons x Creator!Parentalfigure!Reader

Everyone often thought as the hunted down, true Creator of Teyvat, you would punish people for their crimes against them.

The people, almost everyone in every nation except some (those who were favoured by you later on), hunted you and tortured you beyond comprehension. Especially the Archons who were decieved by the False One, so easily they fell prey to "Their" clutches when they prided themselves to be the closest, most loyal to You, their Creator.

Yet, they were also the ones who committed the worst sin.

They never expected to see you in their land once again, happy and cheerfully eating while gazing at the horizon. Not when a harsh punishment to them and their people was expected from You, not when they got ready to beg for forgiveness for their people, for you to have mercy on them even if they didn't show the same one to you.

And perhaps, your anger and wrath was better than your kindness, for their heart and very existence clenched painfully inside them, threatened to swallow them whole with the cold and relentless darkness seeping inside them as they were harshly slapped back with what they had done to Their True Creator and how They were treating Their Creations.

With kindness and love, tenderness they once felt in the Heavenly Grounds as they all sat around You and talked, ate together, basked in your love as each of them tried to make You smile and give affection to each of them, pat their heads softly and just be there for them...

Unlike the False One who only demands, is harsh and devoid of the warmth you had.

And even then... They are unable to notice the True One they always loved and will always do.

Out of anything Venti thought to see today, seeing you in the Angel's Share drinking the dandelion wine he made people to produce in your name (since it was a favourite of yours back when everything was fine and enjoyed a drink at the balcony of your Holy Chamber with him seated next to you) and inviting him over for one wasn't on the list. He didn't expect to be sitting next to your holy body, looking dumbfounded yet also still smiling with tears in his big eyes as you told him that you wouldn't neither abandon nor punish him or his people.

And he certainly didn't expect to be hugged by you after so so long, after being deprived off of the feeling of home, clutching on your robes thightly with a promise to never let go and doubt you again and wailing like a baby as you comforted him with his face buried in your neck, babbling about how he was so guilty, how he thought he lost You for eternity...

Like a parent whose child wanted to get away from their strict parent, thinking the outside world was better, that their parent was just overexaggerating. Like a parent comforting their child who was lost on the way after they realized how right their parent was, yet found themselves again by the parent who gave them another sense of freedom to soar.

Out of any place, Zhongli never expected to see you in his private residence drinking some tea and preparing some snacks to bring for him to eat. He never thought he would see the day you wore such casual clothes, hair messily up in bun as your holy hands were covered with flour. As the eldest, he was able to see your every form and every new hobby you would get. Knitting? Braiding hair? Sewing? Sword fighting? Bird watching? Playing with the kids and dragging him to play the prince that saved the princess? You name it and he would start to list all the day to you, when you first started to do them as you laughed and patted his horn affectionately- he would never tell this to anyone, but you as the Divine Creator, were the only one he was fine with them being touched. Not that he had a choice to him, at least. He knows if you heard that, you would have his head-

But as much as he was seen as a war hero, someone that saved and protected people... He failed to protect the one being he swore his existence to, who died and suffered at his hands, begging to be spared as if he was the Deity that gave him life, as if he was more mighty than You.

What kind of a devotee, of a god he was? How could he do such a mistake-

But, the one who he thought was mad at him, at them, and were punishing them with their absence was right there. Bringing him his tea just the way he liked it, some food he loved eating with Them centuries ago as you pointed to the empty seat and sat down yourself right in front of him as he couldn't help but stare at you with a slacked jaw, at how easily you smiled at him just like you used to, praising him for his excellent choice of tea and spices.

Like a parent seeing the inner struggle of their child and being silently there for them, tell them that no matter what, they would be there in the end and protect them from their own harsh mind.

Out of any place, Ei never thought she would see you offering her dango as you stared at your statue, the statue where she put all the visions she got after the Vision Hunting, with a frown. It used to be such a joy for her to look at it, thinking she was doing the right thing just as Makoto and her Creator would have wanted. The day she first lost her Creator, with absolutely no one knowing what happened to Them, was so full of despair. She didn't know what to do, her twin didn't know what to do, all they had ever known was you and all they knew about ruling and capturing the hearts of your people was from you. She felt... abandoned, a feeling she would later inflict on her own son unknowingly, but she still had her sister with herself so that must at least mean that you would be back to help them out, right?

She wasn't expecting to loose her friends and her dear sister, at all.

That was the turning point in her destiny, one that led to madness and obsession. She might have given her people order, and discipline in a land where they can protect and be there for their loved ones, where they could reach eternity together and give visions to strike down anyone who dared to take it from them but...

Now, as she looked back at her past and the statue, the one on whose name she committed crimes for... She only remembered her fight with the Traveller and how you had come to protect them, with the same face as the "sinner" she once killed, and showed her the true way.

That statue was only the painful and disturbing reminder of who she was, and how she had killed the Creator she worshipped above anything because she was deceived and blinded, and how They still came to show her the right path, how you gently caressed and helped the Traveller, someone out of this world...

And now, those same gentle hands that once were outstretched towards her for help, for her to listen to Them but she refused as You choked on the air and golden blood... They were rubbing her face, patting her purple hair as You pressed her face to your neck where your pulse was beating under the skin, alive and comforting her like a parent whose child were hard to deal with, rebellious yet just as worthy of love, confused at the world ahead of them and turning to look at their parent for guidance only to see them pushing from their back to a brighter future, where they stand for eternity just so that their child could look back to see how far they would come.

They never expected to be the witness of such unconditional and pure love, forgiving them so... easily.

Why, they all asked with tears in their eyes and bowing down in front of your relaxed form so deeply their foreheads touched the ground, shoulders stiff yet body shaking because of the sobs that wrecked their bodies. How can you forgive us so easily?

A soft smile from you as you helped them up and wiped their faces clean with a fleeting touch, like a parent calming their baby down from the overwhelming first emotions they would feel.

"What kind of a Creator would I be, if I didn't forgive?"

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cheeekycharchar · 9 months

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The Forbidden Fruit, Choices and Fear

[A GOOD OMENS META ANALYSIS OF AZIRAPHALE POST S2] I know everyone is still upset about that gut punch of an ending to GO S2.. and many are also extra upset at Aziraphale.. I'm in so much pain over it too but.. I have to rationalize that damned "I forgive you" line that broke all our hearts to comfort me until we get S3.. I basically overanalyze our favorite cocoa loving Angel to explain his reaction to the kiss and why we all need to be a lil kinder to him.

2500 BC in the Land of Uz.. Aziraphale, the Angel of the Eastern Gate, had the fear of God put into him. And this affected the rest of his immortal life up until that kiss.

Angels, after the Fall and the great war between Heaven and Hell, had the fear of the Almighty's wrath put into them. They all fell in line and stayed in line. Or else they'd end up like their fallen brethren.. or worse. But there was one lil Angel that had since toed that line..

"Didn't you have a flaming sword? Yeah, it was flaming like anything." "…Gaveitaway.." "You what?" "I gave it away!" As far as we've seen, this is the first time Aziraphale did something "bad". And he's already feeling the pressure. The guilt. The fear. He didn't follow the rules. He didn't do exactly as he was told. And suddenly, here's a Demon slithering up next to him and making him doubt his choice even more. The same Demon that snuck past the guardians of Eden and tempted the first human's into eating the apple, breaking the rules and getting them kicked out of paradise on Earth.

"Bit of an over reaction if you ask me. First offence and everything. I can't see what's so bad about knowing the difference between good and evil anyway. "Well, it must be bad.. [..] Otherwise.. you wouldn't have tempted them into it." "Not very subtle of the Almighty, though. Fruit tree in the middle of a garden with a 'Don't Touch' sign. Makes you wonder what God's really planning." "Best not to speculate. It's all part of the Great Plan. It's not for us to understand. It's ineffable. It is beyond understand and incapable of being put into words."

Already the seeds of doubt are tinkering in his mind. Stay in line. No more questioning the Almighty's plans. That's what got all the bad Angels thrown out of Heaven and then Adam and Eve exiled too.

"I do hope I didn't do the wrong thing." "Oh, you're an angel. I don't think you can do the wrong thing." "Oh, thank you. It's been bothering me." "I've been worrying, too. What if I did the right thing with the whole 'eat the apple' business? A demon can get into a lot of trouble for doing the right thing. It'd be funny if we both got it wrong, eh? If I did the good thing and you did the bad one." *chuckles* "..No. It wouldn't be funny at all!"

And then we get to season two's opening reveal. Crowley and Aziraphale had actually met before the wall of Eden.

"But that's idiocy!" {…} "It's not our job to advise the Almighty on the details of creation." "Well, then whose job is it?" {…} "Well, if I was the one running it all, I'd like it if someone asked questions. Fresh point of view."

And thanks to Aziraphale mentioning the Great Plan to Angel Crowley.. it put seeds of doubt into his mind. Making him question the Almighty's plans.

".. I'd hate to see you getting into any trouble." "Thanks for your help. And thanks for your advice. I wouldn't worry though. How much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions?"

And then 10 million Angels fell. Kicked out of Heaven and marked as evil, unforgivable, and without God's love for eternity. Then we get the flashback to the story of a a prosperous man of outstanding piety named Job and how his life was destroyed because of a bet between God and Satan to test his faith even in adversity.

"What did he [Job] do? "Job? Nothing. Job's the nicest man in the world. That's why he's so perfect for the bet. You see, God was saying how righteous Job was and how much Job loved God. And Satan pointed out-- that maybe that was just 'cause God's been so nice to him. ..God's letting Satan destroy everything Job has. And then we'll see."

Now remember, the great flood wasn't too long ago. Where the Almighty wiped out nearly all of the human race with a big storm cause they were tetchy aka simply irritable, bad-tempered and annoyed. So this time, Aziraphale actually questions Heaven about this bet when he finds out that Job's children will be killed.

"Trust in God's plan, Aziraphale. Always." "Of course. So, once Job's trials are over, everything is restored to him?" "Even better than that. God will reward him with twice as much as he had before." {…} "I think they quite like the old ones [Job's children].. And if.. we kill them-" "-Aziraphale… we are the good guys. We're not killing anyone. What we are doing is simply not stopping hell. What they do is up to them."

His faith is wavering. He can hardly believe that Heaven would actually destroy a good man's family without truly understanding the fragility and consequences of human life/death; all to test him on a bet.

"Are we sure that Sitis wants to give birth four more times?"

Furthermore, they would be forcing Job's wife to give birth 7 more times despite Aziraphale's warning of them loving their original 3 children and that Sitis may not actually want to give birth to more children at her age. Hence taking away her choice. But thankfully, good ol' Crowley is the worst demon ever and is secretly protecting Job's children and goats. Something they're keeping between the two of them. And then during this deception… Crowley tempts Aziraphale with his first bite of food.

"Have an ox rib." "Are you trying to tempt me?" "Not at all. Angels can't be tempted, can you?" "Certainly not." "Well, there you are then. You're free to try the food."

A temptation he quickly falls into. A choice to eat the food and enjoy it to gluttony. Another sin under his belt. In the end, Virtuous Job passed his test but had the shit reward in return. Except Crowley and Aziraphale secretly saved the children.. which lead to Aziraphale lying straight to Heaven.. again.

And this is where he finally falls apart.

"I'm ready to go." "Go where?" "To Hell." {….} "But you have to. I'm like you now.. A demon.." "You think you're a demon?" "I'm a fallen angel! I lied.. To thwart the will of God." "Well yeah, you did, but I'm not gonna tell anybody. ..Are you?" *shakes head no* "No. Then nothing has to change, does it?" "…But what am I?" "You're just an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can." "That sounds um.." "Lonely?" "Yeah. But you said it wasn't." "I'm a demon. I lied."

As Crowley always tells him- Demons lie. And Aziraphale lied. Again. And now they're keeping this huge secret between the two of them. To never be spoken of or else possibly face the wrath of God. THIS scene right in this minisode here is SUCH an important part of Aziraphale's character and his future choices. And that's what it's all about, isn't it? Choices? The ability to choose between good and evil.

"Look, I am good. You, I'm afraid, are evil. But people get a choice. You know, they cannot be truly holy unless they also get the opportunity to be wicked." "Yeah, that only works if you start everyone off equal. You can't start someone off like that and expect her to do as well as someone born in a castle." "Ah, but no, no. That's the good bit. The lower you start, the more opportunities you have."

What we learn from this wee Scottish body snatching story is that something can be seen as evil but could actually be a good deed from a different perspective. And that Aziraphale truly believed that the lower you start, the more opportunities you could have. But he also believes in divine punishment. Punishment that can be dealt at any time for any thing. Big or small. From a few questions that make you lose God's love to selling corpses for survival money and accidentally getting your best friend killed or just having too much faith in God could destroy everything in your life for a bet. All of which he has witnessed with someone good (Crowley, Job, Elspeth, etc) losing everything that's important to them in the most horribly way. But Aziraphale remembers the hard lessons he learned; of inequality and responsibility of your actions and the choices you make.

Someone born into poverty doesn't get as much out of life as someone born into a rich lifestyle. Or.. a lowly snake and a lowly principality falling in love and being forgiven may not be as easily dismissed as a Duke of Hell and Archangel finding love in one another and simply being allowed to run away to the stars together without any punishment. It's all of these moments, these lessons that Aziraphale learns throughout the years that change his view on life but he still remembers the wrath of God throughout existence. Something as little as a question could get you kicked out of Heaven, eating an apple could get you banished from paradise or you could be the most faithful perfect and loved person and still have your entire life destroyed over a bet. What does he know most about the Almighty? They're "tetchy" and unpredictable.

"Aziraphale, Angel of the Eastern Gate. Where is the flaming sword I gave you, Aziraphale, to guard the Gate of Eden?"

He then conceals the truth to God themselves of the choice he made to give humanity a fighting chance of survival by giving his holy sword away. And is left alone without another word. Forced to walk on egg shells for the rest of his existence out of fear.

"So, giving the mortals a flaming sword. How did that work out for you?" "The Almighty has never actually mentioned it again.." "Probably a good thing."

That fear of the unknown consequences to his past actions.. his lies.. for good or for bad.. he could fall at any moment or lose everything he holds precious (aka his Angel-ness and Crowley).

"I'm not an idiot, Crowley. Do you know what trouble I'd be in if.. if they knew I'd been fraternizing? It's completely out of the question." "Fraternizing?!" "Well, whatever you wish to call it. I do not think there is any point in discussing it further."

So what does he always do? Deflects.. to protect himself. To protect Crowley. Not saying the real truth out loud. Keeping the reality of their relationship an unsaid secret like always.

But sometimes, actions speak louder than words.

"Should I say thank you?" "Better not."

Yet again, he breaks the rules. Doesn't even want to hear a thank you. Again, it must all go unsaid.

"You go too fast for me."

Crowley has always been one step ahead of him. Asking questions, falling, breaking the rules, etc. Aziraphale isn't ready yet. He's not ready to lose everything he holds dear to him by admitting out loud all of his sinful choices or else face the punishment he's been fearing for thousands of years.

"Go off together?" "How long have we been friends? Six thousand years."

Aziraphale starts panicking here. Crowley is saying too much out loud. Deny deny deny.

"Friends? We're not friends. We are an angel and a demon. We have nothing whatsoever in common. I don't even like you."

This bandstand breakup was literally Aziraphale freaking out about doing too many bad things dealing with the whole anti-Christ situation and Crowley getting too close to saying what they truly are to each other. But the fear is too much and he lies again. But this time to himself. Aziraphale has only ever wanted to do the good thing. To make the correct choices. To be on the right side. But he's always faltered. Made choices that he was sure were the bad ones. Lied on occasion. Kept secrets from Heaven and God. Given into temptations. And has always had this fear of God's Almighty wrath hanging over his head for millennia. Always waiting for the other shoe to drop. At any moment, everything will be taken away. But what could be the last straw? The straw that finally breaks the camel's back? To garner God's attention and punishment. It has to be something big. The biggest and most important part of his life. Something that matters to him more than anything in the world. His relationship with the Demon, Crowley. But he's learned. If you don't say it out loud.. if you keep it to yourself. Then you won't be punished. It's worked out for him so far. So why should he think otherwise? And then in the end of S2E6, Metatron gives him the opportunity to make a change to the Heavenly system. His chance to restore his best friend to his former holy glory. A chance to relieve all the suffering he's seen throughout history. A chance to make a difference. Despite all his secret sins, he's being given an unbelievable opportunity- one that proves that maybe he isn't as bad as he always thought he was. He's actually seen as worthy. But then Crowley gets angry about all this. He's against it all. He doesn't want that. He doesn't want to be an Angel again. He doesn't want to return to Heaven. He just wants to be with Aziraphale. And he finally says their best kept, unsaid secret out loud. With a love confession and a passionate kiss.

"You idiot. We could have been… us."

Aziraphale wants this more than anything but every instinct inside of him is screaming to stop it, to not let anyone see, to not let anyone know the truth. This final temptation. His one and true forbidden fruit that is the Demon Crowley.. and it's the one he knows he must resist at all costs.

The fear is overpowering. And the only words that come from his lips…

"I forgive you."

I forgive you for letting our unsaid secret out. I forgive you for trying to tempt me. I forgive you for refusing to join me in Heaven as a renewed Angel. But can he ever truly forgive himself for the choice he just made? Remember, in the end, Aziraphale is just afraid. Afraid to lose everything. Afraid to lose Crowley. Fear of punishment can be traumatizing after all. And it will all be fixed in S3. ;) HAVE FAITH IN GAIMAN!

..Sorry this was so long and drawn out but… I NEED SEASON 3 ALREADY.. (everyone! keep re-watching GO2 on Prime! and no more threats to the creators plz ^-^) Honestly, this was very cathartic to write and help me come to terms with the most heart wrenching painful TV kiss of all time D: But I need to see how their story unfolds. I need to see Aziraphale allow himself to make the choice to be with Crowley without fear of punishment. I NEED MY INEFFIBLE HUSBANDS. TOGETHER. T^T

PS. Literally as I was finishing writing this, I saw Neil Gaiman himself say this on his Tumblr, "But the story of Job is pretty central to the whole Good Omens conversation, including Aziraphale's bit of it." OMG I KNEW IT lololol

#Good Omens #Good Omens meta #good omens analysis #Good Omens 2 #Aziraphale #Crowley #ineffable husbands #Good Omens theory #go2 spoilers #character analysis #“I forgive you”

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Earthquake | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Earthquakes were nothing unfamiliar to the residents of Los Angeles, so much so that if there was a period of time without a quake, it would be seen as some form of miracle or divine intervention. After having many quakes and natural disasters, you adjust. Tim never had to adjust to the infamous LA earthquakes, he was born and raised here. Something like a quake was just another Tuesday to him.

Before he would have scoffed seeing his colleagues so disturbed by the idea of a quake, but now he felt sick to his stomach. He could feel the nausea rise up his throat as he called out over the radio again, hoping that his fears would be satiated.

“Control, this is 7-Adam-100. Status report in Detective (L/N).” He said, trying not to let his voice shake as the ground did moments ago. “Control-“

He was cut off by the gruff reply of some poor control officer who would no doubt feel the wrath of Sargent Bradford. “No reply. Detective (Y/N) is currently unreachable.”

Quickly, he raised the radio back up, this time practically barking his question out. “When was the last time you had contact?”

Tim held his breath as the radio remained silent for a moment. He did not believe in anything supernatural but by god did it feel like time stopped.

“Over an hour ago; at 15:42.”

“Goddammit,” he snapped, almost throwing his radio across the briefing room.

Seeing his rage, Chen sidestepped away from his current line of trajectory, quite liking her head without a radio sized dent in it.

The first quake had hit at approximately 15:47. Tim knew what (Y/N)’s silence implied. He tried not to think of the worst case scenario, but he couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t used to nice things, he wasn’t used to being happy and now that he had finally found joy and happiness, it was only natural that the universe would take it away again.

“Tim,” Chen said timidly. If Tim did not know any better, he could have mistaken her for a child in the way she was slightly cowered away from her. “I had control send her last location to our box, we can go now. I’m sure Grey won’t mind.”

He quickly snapped out of his thoughts, channelling almost all of his energy into the task ahead of him. The small fraction of energy he left aside was to stop him from assuming the worst; thinking of all the horrific outcomes would do him no good.

—-

Tim was never one to spend time with his feelings, if anything he repressed them. When he was a kid, his father used to tell him that emotions were weak, and that ‘real men don’t feel.’ He had taken that mindset into the military, and into the LAPD. It was only when (Y/N) had started to break down his walls did he let himself feel emotions properly for the first time in years. It was like seeing colour for the first time. However, despite all the good it did him, he couldn’t help regretting it slightly as he sat in the passenger seat of the shop, watching Chen drive closer to when (Y/N) was last seen.

“Can’t you drive quicker, Chen,” He snapped, flickering his eyes from her to the road and back to the patrol officer once again.

“Not without breaking fifty traffic laws,” She rebutted. Now that he wasn’t her training officer any more, she would have given him a bit more attitude but now isn't the right time for that, even she could recognise that. “We’re nearly there, the GPS said that her shop was last seen…”

Chen’s words trailed off as the two officers watched as a car wrapped around a tree came into view. The front was completely smashed, with glass and shrapnel landing almost everywhere. There was a small trail of smoke coming from the engine. The car was easily recognisable as one of the LAPD patrol vehicles, the exact same type that Detective (L/N) had left the station in that morning.

Without thinking, Tim sprinted out of the vehicle whilst it was still moving. Without waiting for Chen to stop, he moved with near inhuman speed towards the wreckage. Trying to see if there was any sign of life from within.

“(Y/N)” he called, looking in through the shattered window. Blood was spread across the steering wheel and the driver's seat, glass haphazardly brushed aside from the spot. Tim recognised her handbag tucked in the passenger footwell. IT was the only sign that she had been in the car at all. “Please, baby, say you're here.”

“Any luck?” Chen said, jogging over to his side. Tim needn’t respond though, the tragic look on his face said enough. “Oh god, she isn’t… is she?”

Bradford just shook his head “There’s nobody here. Completely empty. Call it in.”

Lucy nodded, taking a step away to report what had been found. Tim just sat leaned against the car. Briefly he shut his eyes, trying to ground himself back to reality. A part of him wanted to pinch himself to wake up from this nightmare, but another part of him knew that it wasn’t a dream at all.

Slowly, he began to move himself upwards when he heard a rustling in the shrubbery. On instinct, he raised his weapon, calling out for the intruder to raise their hands. He got no such reply except another round of rustling, except it didn’t sound like it was caused by the wind, it sounded too human-like to be anything natural.

Keeping his paces light, he followed the sound as made his way into the shrubbery. He made it only around twenty feet before he saw the cause of the rustling. (Y/N) lay leaned up against a tree, dried blood sat on her forehead and down her left cheek. The rest of her face seemed like it had already started to swell and bruise from the impact. The most jarring thing was not the injuries or the dirt decorating her body, but it was the light-hearted gratin she wore.

“Hey Timmy,” she said, voice light and airy, as if he had woken up early on a sunday morning and not that she had almost died.

“(Y/N),” he practically cried rushing to her side. He gently cradled her face, trying to get a better look at the gash on her forehead from where she had slammed into the steering wheel. “What happened? Are you okay?”

She flashed him another grin as she raised her hand to rest on top of his. “I’m fine, mildly concussed maybe, but I’ll live. And the car crashed, I was knocked off the road when the quake hit. There was nothing I could do to stop it.”

“Why didn't you call for help, do you know how worried I was?”

“My radio is in the car, which was on fire by the way.” She said, almost too lightheartedly for the situation, before her tone turned sombre, “I’m sorry I worried you.”

He kissed her forehead. “Just don’t do it again, I don’t think my heart could take it.”

Ignoring her protests that she could walk by herself, he moved to pick her up bridal style and carry her back to his shop, where Chen was waiting for him. Sure, he was prepared for an earthquake, but Tim wasn't prepared to lose (Y/N), not now, not ever.

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multiversalfandomwriter222 · 11 days

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Hi hii I'm the one who sent the az request! AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVED IT!! 🩷🩷

would you write reader saying something she doesn't mean and making az cry and then comforting him? (Established relationship btw so like they're already mated) basically the same thing but roles reversed 😭 I'm sorry I just love angst to fluff too much!! Thank you and have nice day/night bb <333

Warnings: Cursing, Angst, Azriel crying, slight mean Azriel.

At Least Tell Me

You slam the door as you go into your bedroom, everyone in the House flinching. Cassian walks into Rhysand's office, confusion all over his face. "What's wrong with Y/n?" He asks.

Rhys sighs heavily. "Azriel's on a mission, and he's coming back tonight." Cassian tilts his head. "Shouldn't she be happy?"

"Azriel didn't tell her that she left." Rhys sighs. Cassian's eyes widen. "How did she not-" "Azriel told her that he was going to visit his mother for a day and was going to return this morning. He has been gone three days, and Feyre darling told her yesterday that he was on a mission. Y/n has been slamming doors ever since." Rhys says, exasperated. Cassian shakes his head. "Y/n's temper rivals Nes, we may have to evacuate the house just because." Rhys snorts.

Time Skip-

Azriel lands on the balcony of the house, being greeted by his High Lady. "Y/n is pissed at you." Feyre says. Azriel's shoulders slump. "I know." "It's going to be bad." Feyre says. Azriel nods, and walks into the house, ready to face the wrath of his mate.

You knew Azriel was in the house. You overheard your older sister talking to him. But the rage bubbling inside was hard to keep a lid on it.

The door opens to reveal your mate, his wings drooped slightly. You turn to face your vanity, not bothering to make eye contact in the mirror with him. "I'm home." Azriel says.

"That's a first." You say coldly. Azriel sighs. "Y/n-"

"No don't you Y/n me! What the fuck Azriel?" You shout. Azriel flinches slightly, and the mask of the shadowsinger appears in that second. "I did what I had to do."

You laugh. "You did what you had to do." You laugh some more. "Did we hear that?" You yell, laughter erupting from you. Azriel rolls his eyes at you. "Azriel, you lied to me! Do you not see what's wrong with that? I was worried for you! I thought something happened to you!"

You come closer to him. "You don't need to worry about me." He says. "That was being reckless." You snap. Azriel lets out a cold, mocking laugh. "Now that's a joke. Miss Reckless, calling me reckless!" He scoffs. The shadows move about, flurrying in the range of emotions between the two of you.

You let out a yell of frustration. "See this is why I fucking hate you Azriel! By the gods, somedays I just want to fucking leave and never return!"

You cover your mouth, eyes widening. Azriel goes still, his shadows dropping. The house grows silent. You step back and Azriel rushes toward you. He kneels and clings to your legs. "A-Angel, I'm sorry. I'm so-" Huge sobs cut him off as he sobs into your stomach. "Angel please don't-" he sobs. "Please don't leave me. You can hate me all you want, just don't leave me."

Your heart breaks as you kneel to meet Azriel's height. "Oh no. Baby I'm so sorry. It cannot make up for my words and I'll do anything to make it up to you. Darling I'm so sorry." You wipe his tears away.

Azriel pulls you into his lap and buries his face into your neck. "Just don't leave me. Don't leave me." He sobs. "Oh baby, I'm not leaving you. I don't hate you, not at all. Oh baby." You coo, rocking the both of you left and right.

Finally, his sobs quiet, and he pulls away to look at you. "I'm sorry baby." You whisper. He shakes his head. "I'm sorry for lying to you. I shouldn't have. I should have been up front, and-"

You kiss him, interrupting his rant, and he desperately kisses you back. You break away and rest your forehead against his. "Do you want to take a bath first, then nap? Or do you want to nap, then take a bath?" You whisper. "Nap." He murmurs. He picks you up and carries you to your shared bed. You take off your dress, revealing your bra and panties, and Azriel strips down to his boxers.

You get into the bed first, opening the covers for him. Azriel follows right behind you and buries his face into your stomach, and you run your hands through his black hair, slowly putting him to sleep.

#azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #hurt/comfort #azriel fluff #azriel fic #azriel acotar #azriel spymaster #acotar series #acowar #acosaf #acomaf

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thoughtfullydopedragon · 1 month

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Ok but WHAT OTHER KINGS SAID ABOUT THIS NEW INFORMATION 😂😂😂

I LOVE Satan so much. As much as his sin is wrath he actually has more thoughts on his head not always attack blindly and I am glad he found them first. I don’t think other kings would act same way.

*Mammon and Satan punching each other for some reason*

Satan: btw there is a new King

Leviathan:…

Mammon:…

Beelzebub:…

Leviathan: A New what now?

Mammon: heh😏 hell has a new King. The more the better. Who is he?

Satan: Lucifer. The first light

Beelzebub: *chokes whatever he eating*

Leviathan: YOU SHOULD STOP TAKE EVERYONE IN YOUR COUNTRY!! HAVE YOU GONE SOFT. WHAT DO YOU MEAN-

Satan: DONT FCKING YELL- look, you didn’t see what I saw. He already has a land, not stay in Gehenna. Very powerful too…

Leviathan *having flashbacks*: An enemy to hell?!? An angel!!

Satan: nah, he is fine, he sticking with a dragon-

Beelzebub n Leviathan: A DRAGON?

Mammon: why you suprised this much Beel🤨

Beelzebub: I just wonder-

Satan: no you won’t eat it. He is keeping the Lucifer calm actually. Anyways, apparently Lucifer has his reasons, staying and protecting hell so it’s alright in my book.

Mammon: well if you say so, I shall send him welcome gifts😌✨

*Leviathan probably having heart attacks in the background and I believe Mammon would accept immediately if Satan said “it’s ok” and in Beel case he just want to travel so road trip ahead😂*

#I am just saying I believe Satan is more suitable King than others #not just bc of this but even though his fist always comes first he still quick observer #whb leviathan #whb mammon #whb beelzebub #whb Satan #whb Lucifer #what in hell is bad #whatinhellisbad

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signedkoko · 3 months

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HII I have been reading your writing for a while now and I lOVE IT! I've been waiting to put in a req when they got open sooo! (Your writing always makes me hAPPYY when they come out) <33 Any chance of an Overlord!GN reader with Mammon / Striker? Just general romantic Headcannons- Like how it is to date them/everyday stuff with them (The reader is always serious (and tall 👀) and owns a big casino in pride (Maybe Mammon taking interest in it? idk))

Mammon | Striker [Romantic]

In which you are their overlord s/o that owns the largest casino in the pride ring. Reader is genderneutral.

The guy looks like a total clown next to you

And he is, but he loses any sense of danger when he's standing next to you, who happens to be just a few inches taller than him

Your cold sneer next to that goofy grin, like he knows he's totally lucked out having such a hottie for an s/o

To many in the greed ring, he was the greediest of all, but when they came up top to the sinners realm and met some of the overlords that roamed the lands, they started to realize that yeah, maybe Mammon wasn't so bad

While Mammon used to attract many fans, ever since you two became an item, they've stayed far, far away

At first, he hated it because it meant he couldn't scam some pathetic sinners

But you had the idea that he could come by your casino for official meet and greets; that way, people would pay the entrance fee for you and him for just fucking around in a casino all day

Mammon is actually kind of an airhead at times

He isn't stupid, but he isn't all there, especially when with you; he just turns his brain off and lets you do the thinking

You're better at it anyways

During extermination, you can't go down and be safe with him; he will often come up just to ensure your safety

Sure, you seem scarier, but that's only because he is in his smaller form

You two are a literal power couple; you could take over all of hell if you tried hard enough

Striker always preferred to stay away from the pride ring

Sinners were such a hassle, especially keeping up with the overlords and what they considered 'theirs'

In fact, he'd stay in wrath all the time if he could, but business always called for his presence in the upper ring

He isn't stupid enough to fall into the grip of an overlord-run casino, but more than one of his targets did

Your security caught him more than once sneaking angelic weapons into your casino

The third time it happened was enough, and you came forward yourself to speak to the man

He was charming and convincing, but you weren't one to let things slide so easily

You promised he could do whatever he liked with your occupants, given that he gets their casino dues in

And well, for how much he was paid, that wasn't too terrible a deal

The two of you ended up a bit more than intertwined, though, and the assassin managed to worm his way into your heart

And god, was it ever a sight

One of the oldest overlords that towered over anyone that came before them, with a face like a funeral, next to an imp

An imp no one really knew, either

At the end of the day, the only people who dared question you were other overlords, but they tended to leave their noses out of others business, respectfully or not

While you could defend yourself rather well, Striker is more than happy to handle anyone who dares try to touch you

Interrogations are useful, you know; that way, he can kill off the whole chain of command

He's very romantic and gentlemanly with you, even if you don't ask for such from him

Don't think your position of power will ever make him feel like he is the lesser; he will take good care of you no matter who you are

Author's Note - Thank you so much for requesting, I'm glad you got a chance! It was a nice break going back to some Helluva Boss characters (not that I hate writing hazbin, but it was a lot of requests).

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #mammon #mammon x reader #striker #striker x reader

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harleehazbinfics · 2 months

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Home is where my Heart is.

Chapter 7: Stayed Gone Table of Contents | Profile

Word Count: 1014 A/N: yeah we're going to the singing bits yaaaay. just imagine her voice trying to meld into his and creating this like light airy but enchanting sound on top of his deep and dark tone. cuz yes we love blending and harmonizing in this family. also also alastor will be in bold and miledy in italics and both will be like this for the song. enjoyyyyy (thank you sm transcribers of the wiki id actually die if encoded all of that gshdajsdg)

“This is such a nice day,” I hummed enjoying my tea while Alastor sat opposite of me reading the paper with his coffee and enjoyed the mundane moment together.

Until it wasn’t, as a rocket launches below us. “Come show yourself, Alastor! Come face—oh, there you are. Face my wrath!”

“Who are you?” he jeers enjoying getting on his nerves while I smiled at the two. Al clearly doesn’t dislike him but instead enjoys toying with him, he doesn’t completely shut him down unlike an unpleasant certain someone. I actually find Sir Pentious quite cute how he tries to size Alastor up despite failing several times but he’s got guts I give him that.

“Who am I? Who am I? I am the great Sir Pentious! Inventor! Architect of Destruction! Villain extraodinare!” He announces while the both of us slide within Al’s shadow and appear in front of Charlie and the others.

“Ooh! He’s a bad boy!” Nifty calls as she appears on top of Al’s shoulder.

He takes Nifty and places her in my arms and replies, “Ha, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you.”

“I attacked you literally last week,” Sir Pentious replies, only for Alastor to cock his head, “We've done battle, like... 20 times.”

“Well, you must have been really bad at this,” he teases putting his cane down.

“Silence! Now cower! For when I've ssslain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal.”

“Ooh! Wait, who are the Vees?” Nifty asks while in my arms.

“Oh, nobody important,” both Al and I respond giving each other a knowing look.

While Al kept beating up the poor lad, I turn my eyes on the drone in the sky noticing the familiar logo on it. A devious smile creeps on my face as I place Nifty on the ground and shot it down with a lance made of water. It falls with a crash conveniently landing on my feet. I crushed it under my heel before turning back to the group.

“Thanks for another forgettable experience,” Al says pleased with himself while he leans on his cane looking down at Sir Pentious.

“Thank you...” he pauses before tearing off a piece of his tailcoat, “for letting your guard down!

“Oh, deer,” I mutter, wide eyed as I watched Al transform into his demon form and makes an explosion that causes the snake to fly off to the distance.

“Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor! Best of luck, chums,” he announces, taking me with him.

“Wait, you're LEAVING?! Alastor! We need your help! We need you to do your job,” Vaggie yells gesturing to the hotel.

“We need a wall,” Angel deadpans pointing at the broken wall.

“Of course! Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?!” he exclaims.

With a snap of his fingers his shadows appear with building equipment. He turns away from the group and takes us to the pentagram. We enjoy a little stroll before getting inside the boutique, he got his suit redone while I looked at the new dress they had on display. I bought a couple dresses that caught my eye and exited the building together, only to be greeted by Vox’s unpleasant face singing on the television. We shared a look and went back to Al’s studio with a smile.

“Salutations! Good to be back on the air,” We greeted in sync blending our voices ever so often creating a seductive distortion.

“Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast.” Al starts off while I finish, “Sinners rejoice!”

“What a dated voice!” Vox yells.

I drape my arms around Al’s neck as he sat back on his seat in an easy going way while keeping the microphone to his face and replies, “Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast.”

“Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that. Is nothing working? Ha ha!” we tease him enjoying the annoyance in his voice.

“IGNORE THEIR CHIRPING!”

“Every day he's got a new format!”

“YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE FUTURE! He's the shit that comes before that!”

“Is Vox as strong as he purports? Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vees!”

“Oh, PLEASE.”

“And here's the sugar on the cream. He asked ME to join this team!”

“Hold on!”

“I said no, and now he's pissy! That's the tea.”

“You old timey PRICK! I'll show you suffering!”

“Uh oh, the TV is buffering!”

“I'LL DESTROY YOOOOU YOU LITTLE—"

His little temper tantrum leads him to short circuit causing the electricity in the entire pentagram to disappear.

“I'm afraid you've lost your signal.”

“Let's begin.” He sings menacingly slowly transforming to his demon form. “Let's begin.” I sang hauntingly on top of his voice, my eyes turn black leaving my glowing blue irises hypnotically.

“I'm gonna make you wish that I stayed gone!” “Tune on in.”

"When I'm done, your status quo will know its race is run!

Oh, this will be fun!"

I laughed in delight, celebrating our wonderful comeback to our radio show. Al gives me smile and stands there quietly enjoying my reaction.

“That was wonderful! We haven’t done that in so long!” I gushed holding onto his hands. “I thought I’d have to wait 200 hundred years to sing with you again.”

He laughs petting my head, “No need for drastic measures, my dear. I’m here to stay.”

I beamed a smile and gave him a brief hug. “I’m guessing you’ll be greeting our new guest,” I asked while fixing his bow.

“But of course! I need to welcome their little toy they reeled in for us,” he smirks, “Have a good rest. I’ll see you later.”

I wave him off before I went back to our room, relaxing in our bed drifting to sleep.

‘Mom! Dad! I found some flowers over here!’

Tears fall down my face as I recall much happier times.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin husk #hazbin lucifer #alastor x reader #hazbin vaggie #HISWMHI #alastor x oc #alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor

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weemssapphic · 6 months

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heaven in your touch

Lucifer x fallen angel!reader

A last little Kinktober gift ❤️‍🔥 Happy Halloween! 👻

Words: ~2.9k

Content/warnings: light angst in the beginning, nsfw (smut - minors DNI) - The Wing Thing™️, thigh riding, face sitting

A/N: @dovesintherain said I should write a Lucifer fic so :) here ya go guys :) hope it's alright!!

“Your Majesty?”

Standing in the doorway to Lucifer’s chambers, your voice is barely above a whisper - and yet it echoes throughout the room, bouncing off the walls before fading into a tense silence. The lightbringer sits at the edge of the massive bed at the center of the room with their back to you - their wings twitch at the sound of your voice. After a long sigh, they turn their head to the side.

“Come in.”

You step fully into the room, closing the door softly behind you and taking quick, quiet steps towards the bed, the black marble floor cold and smooth beneath your bare feet. Coming to a stop directly in front of Lucifer, you bow your head - you can feel their eyes boring into you, can sense their cursory glance of your form, and it makes your entire body prickle like a live wire. Even seated they’re taller than you - you feel small and intimidated.

“Mazikeen has sent someone new,” they remark, and your cheeks begin to burn. You open your mouth, then close it again, unsure whether or not they are expecting you to speak.

“Well, little angel?”

Your gaze snaps up to meet Lucifer’s - cerulean eyes dance with amusement at the surprise written across your face. Swallowing hard, your words come out barely above a whisper. “H-how did you know?” Your voice wavers, catching in your throat, and Lucifer chuckles.

They raise an eyebrow and tilt their head, their gaze once again sweeping your body - you shiver in response. “Tell me, how did you fall? What did a meek little thing like you do to incur the wrath of God?” Their voice is low and measured, causing goosebumps to rise all over your skin.

Your eyes flutter shut as a heavy silence falls over the room. It’s clear that Lucifer requires an answer but you struggle to get the words out as your throat constricts and your stomach begins to churn. The silence rings out in the large room, almost deafening.

“Well?”

“I-” Tears prick at your eyes - your fall was recent, and you’re still struggling immensely coming to terms with it. “I took a lover.”

Hearing Lucifer let out a breath, you open your eyes to see them peering down at you through hooded eyes, pale pink lips curling into a devilish smirk.

“Did you now?”

You nod slowly, your entire body prickling with the heat of embarrassment as the lightbringer’s gaze rakes up your form, much slower than the last time - they linger at your clothed pelvis, the swell of your breasts, your lips, your flushed cheeks. “Are you embarrassed, little angel?”

You nod again - your heart is beginning to pound harder and harder the longer you’re standing under Lucifer’s scrutinizing gaze. You can feel its pump in your throat, can hear the blood rushing through your body like a whirring in your ears.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed with me,” they coo, their voice gentle and teasing. “I understand, after all.” Their wings flex behind them, catching your eye - it mesmerizes you and your eyes travel over the long, black tendons, the leathery expanse of flesh, the razor sharp talons. When your gaze lands back on Lucifer’s face, you notice them watching you, their expression unreadable.

“I-I’m sorry, your Majesty. I shouldn’t…” They tilt their head and you pause for a moment as the air threatens to leave your lungs. “I was sent to help you dress. I shouldn’t burden you with my sins.”

Lucifer smirks, a mischievous glint in their eyes. They stand, towering over you at their full height. It should scare you - they are the Devil, after all; they should strike fear into your heart, their close proximity should intimidate you. But, instead, you feel a familiar tingling in the pit of your stomach, a slow, building ache between your thighs as you crane your neck back to meet Lucifer’s gaze - intense, burning, all-consuming. You feel a pull towards them, one that you are well-acquainted with - one that, in your previous life, had been your downfall, and you swallow hard.

“Well, then. Let’s not waste any more time,” they say airily, raising an eyebrow.

Swallowing thickly, your gaze drops to Lucifer’s waist, to the tie of their robe. Your fingertips graze the red silk - it’s softer than anything you’ve ever felt. You get to work, carefully undoing the tie and allowing the robe to fall open. Your eyelids flutter and your mouth goes dry as their bare flesh is slowly revealed to you - pale, smooth. Drinking them in, your eyes travel over the soft expanse of their stomach, up the valley between small, perfectly round breasts.

They shift slightly and the robe falls open even further, and you notice that they aren’t wearing anything at all underneath - your eyes dart to their venus mound, to the little patch of curls there, before you quickly look away, your cheeks scarlet.

Lucifer tuts. “What’s the matter?”

“N-nothing,” you stammer, raising your hands to pull the robe the rest of the way off Lucifer’s body - your hands tremble as they reach up to Lucifer’s shoulders, guiding the garment slowly down their arms until it flutters to a heap at their feet.

Lucifer regards you carefully, taking note of your blush and your trembling. “Do you desire me?” they husk, and for a moment your lungs cease to function, your heart standing still. You chance a glance at their face, surprised by the way their pupils have dilated and their cheeks have flushed. Their lips part ever so slightly and their tongue darts out to wet them - they notice you staring and smirk down at you.

You start to shake your head vigorously. “I-”

“Don’t even think of lying to me, little angel.”

“I… Yes, y-your Majesty.” “Yes, what?”

“Yes - I desire you.” You hold your breath, bracing for Lucifer’s wrath. Instead, the outer corners of their lips curl upwards and they take a step closer to you - they’re flush against you now, and you can feel their body heat radiating off of them in waves. Only the thin layer of your own clothing separates you from feeling their bare skin brush against yours.

“There’s no need to be ashamed of your desire. You will face no punishment from God in Hell.” A warm hand cups your cheek, urging you to meet their gaze. You do, and the unfettered lust you see written across Lucifer’s face draws a whimper from your throat as your pussy begins to throb.

Their hand slides from your cheek to your chin, long, slender fingers taking a firm hold of it. “Well, my little lamb - are you going to take what you desire?”

Your eyes widen - you’ve never indulged in your desires in the light of day, never given into your urges so openly - and with the Devil themselves, no less. Is it a trick? Will there be repercussions? Your fingers twitch at your side - Lucifer notices and grins wickedly.

“Go on,” they purr.

After another moment’s hesitation, you reach out and place your hands lightly on Lucifer’s waist. It’s no longer the robe that is the softest thing you’ve ever felt - it’s them, their skin: warm and smooth underneath your palms. Your hands burn where your skin meets their own, and you notice the way they lean subtly into your touch.

A heavy silence hangs over the room and time seems to stand still as you deliberate your next move. Hesitantly, you lean forward and place a tender kiss to the hollow of Lucifer’s throat - your lips tingle where they meet soft flesh, and as you linger you can feel the movement of their chest as they breathe.

Your lips trail down their sternum - softly, reverently - reaching the valley between their breasts before traveling to their right breast. Pausing, you look up through your lashes to see Lucifer watching you, eyes sparkling with amusement, lips quirked into a soft smile.

Feeling encouraged, you wrap your lips around their nipple and suck gently - Lucifer sucks in a sharp breath as your warm tongue flicks over the small bud, and you let out a contented moan. Your grip on their waist tightens and you pull them closer, eagerly swirling your tongue around their nipple, alternating between each of their supple breasts. Their hand rests on the back of your head, holding you in place - the way that their fingers twist themselves in the strands of your hair emboldens you, and you graze your teeth across the pert bud.

Lucifer hums, their fingers tightening in your hair, and you bite down - they hiss, yanking your head sharply back by the hair.

You raise your eyes to see Lucifer glaring down at you, their lip twitching - your heartbeat stutters in your chest and you feel your blood go cold as dread floods your system. You’ve taken it too far and now-

Lucifer’s lips crash into your own, demanding and… desperate? Their tongue invades your mouth and they groan - it’s as if they’re trying to consume you entirely. You can feel their hands come to rest on your waist, roughly spinning you around, pushing you back onto the bed. The mattress is soft beneath your back, but not as soft as Lucifer’s lips as they move against your own. Their tongue explores the cavern of your mouth, licking eagerly against yours and drawing soft noises of pleasure from your chest as you lose yourself in the dizzying sensation.

You feel a hand push between your bodies, and then Lucifer’s nimble fingers are undoing your robes and shoving them roughly off your shoulders. They press their body into your own - their skin burning hot where it meets yours, and you think you might faint as you feel them start to rub themselves against you, the intensity of their kiss growing by the minute.

They shift subtly on top of you so that your thigh is between theirs, and you gasp as you feel how wet they are. As they begin to rut against you in earnest, the kiss turns sloppy and you can feel their hot breath quicken against your mouth.

“Can you,” you mumble against their lips, your mind growing hazy as the growing ache between your thighs makes it hard to focus. “Can you come up, sit on my face?”

Lucifer stills in their movements and pulls back for a moment. You freeze, the blood rushing to your face as you realize what you’ve just requested of the Devil - wondering if, perhaps, you really have gone too far this time. But a moment later you see their pupils dilate, any trace of brilliant sapphire vanishing, their gaze lustful and overwhelming.

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you, little angel?” They smirk and all you can do is nod, stunned, as they crawl slowly up your body and position themselves over you, so that plush thighs encase your head. Their cunt glistens with arousal - you’ve never been more aroused in your life as they slowly lower themselves onto your face and you finally get a taste of them.

Running your tongue eagerly up their folds, you let out a low moan - warmth tingles in your belly as Lucifer echoes your moan, grinding down harder against your mouth. Your tongue flicks against their clit as you wrap your arms around their thighs to draw them as close as you can.

Above you, Lucifer’s own hands find their breasts, fondling the soft mounds of flesh, rolling their nipples between their fingers as they rut against you. Every roll of their hips brings a fresh wave of heat to your own core, and you squeeze your thighs together in an attempt to find relief as your tongue circles their clit and explores their folds.

As you take your time feasting on the lightbringer, you notice a subtle wave of cool air against your body. Looking up, you see that their wings, dark and formidable, have stretched out to their full - and very impressive - length, fluttering almost imperceptibly.

You remember how sensitive your wings used to be, before you lost them in the fall - charred to bits. You wonder if Lucifer’s wings, changed in their own fall, have lost sensation, and you cannot help but to slowly inch your hand from their thigh up their lower back, until your fingertips find the base of where their wings sprout from their spine.

After a moment’s hesitation, you brush a finger over the base of their wings with a featherlight touch - and are instantly rewarded with a sharp intake of breath as a visible shiver travels through Lucifer’s body. Their hips stutter and they grind themselves into your mouth, so hard you feel you might suffocate - but you don’t mind, because they feel so good and they taste so good and they - the Devil themselves - seem to be responding to your touch. It drives you mad.

You try again, this time applying a bit more pressure and adding a second finger as you allow your touch to travel outward along the bottom of their wing. Lucifer moans, their wings twitching and their breath catching in their throat. Their expression as they look down at you - a mixture of surprise, lust, and awe - makes your heart begin to pound.

“Do that again,” they demand, breathless.

You obey, tracing over the smooth, leathery membrane of their wings and feeling those wings ripple beneath your touch as Lucifer’s lips part and their eyelids flutter shut. You can feel them get even wetter and you lap eagerly at their pussy, gathering their essence on your tongue before gently teasing their clit, your fingers continuing their exploration of their wings.

Eventually, you’ve traced over as much of their wings as you can manage from your position, and you let out a little growl of frustration which vibrates against their cunt and causes them to jerk their hips against your mouth.

“What does my little angel want, hm?” Lucifer coos, though the breathiness of their voice betrays them as they arch their back into your touch. You reach up with both hands and flatten your palms against their wings as best you can, caressing the smooth leather. Lucifer keens. “T-tell me,” they breathe, taking most of their weight off your face so you can answer.

“I want to please you.” The words come out a jumbled rush and, even through the haze of their pleasure, Lucifer manages a smirk and a breathy chuckle.

“And how would you like to do that?”

“Your, um…” You feel your cheeks grow warm, and you trace little patterns along the base of their wings, as if to emphasize your point. “Your wings, your Majesty… could I…”

The lightbringer shifts off your face and settles next to you, waiting for you to scramble up and sit behind them. Once you do they flex their wings, stretching them out - they’re breathtaking. You can see the muscles in their upper back and shoulders ripple and flex - their body is sculpted to perfection, the most divine of beings.

You’re almost too awestruck to move, but then you realize that they’re waiting for you and you reach out to touch the pad of your finger to the upper ridge of their wing and move outward in gentle strokes. A visible shiver shoots up Lucifer’s spine, and you repeat the action on the other side. Lucifer’s form shifts before you and a drawn-out moan falls from their lips - they throw their head back, blonde curls catching the light, and you realize from the trembling of their shoulders and the subtle movement of their pelvis that they’re touching themselves.

The muscles in their shoulders contract as you continue to stroke their wings, taking your time to explore every ridge, every joint. You experiment with speed and pressure, seeing what kinds of reactions you can draw from the lightbringer. On a whim, you drag your fingernails across the membrane of their wings, tantalizingly slowly - they arch their back and roll their hips, a breathy groan clawing its way out of their throat.

You switch from your nails to your knuckles, brushing them along the dark expanse before focusing on the upper ridge. It feels smooth and soft against your skin, and Lucifer writhes with pleasure, the noises spilling from their lips becoming louder and more obscene as you reach all the way to the tip of one wing.

What makes them finally come undone is the way you throw caution to the wind and flatten your tongue against their wing, tracing a path along the ridges and tendons. Their entire body jerks, wings trembling beneath your lips as they cum. A strangled cry - soft, breathy, utterly broken - pierces the air. It’s the most sinful sound you’ve ever heard, and you nearly cum as well just from the sound alone.

Lucifer’s body twitches with the aftershocks and they slump forward, catching themselves with their hands. A long period of silence stretches between you - your own heat is still throbbing, begging for release, but the longer Lucifer goes without moving, the more unsure of yourself you become.

Until they turn around. Their cheeks are flushed and their chest is heaving, and their eyes roam over your body with a hunger that steals the air from your lungs. On instinct, you scramble back a bit as your heart begins to pound against your ribcage. Lucifer smirks, their pupils dilating.

“Well, little angel,” they husk, crawling over to you until they’re towering over you, looking like a predator about to catch their prey. “It’s only fair that I return the favor, isn’t it?”

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pandora-whowalksbetween · 1 year

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Honestly tho the reason they’re so bad with Satan is not so much that he’s a demon but that he was never an angel. If we learned anything from the Angelic Demons event, as angels they were mostly taught to ignore or repress their negative emotions. The brothers standing up for themselves started a war. And obviously they don’t just land in the Devildom and suddenly unlearn the behavior they were taught from inception.

Satan wasn’t taught that, not really. He says he existed before they fell, saw through Lucifer’s eyes and all, but he was still never really an angel. I suspect he’s not just “born out of Lucifer’s wrath,” he came from the side of Lucifer that was being repressed as an angel. All of the contempt and disgust and disgrace and, obviously, anger. He was born out of all the things that aren’t considered “angelic.” Satan’s not just a “newborn,” not just a demon, he’s angry and loud and rude and his brothers have no idea how to process that.

So if he can’t figure out how to shut away his emotions like they did, the next best thing is shut him away.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me satan

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anarchy-and-piglins · 7 months

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Technoblade knew the gods were expecting his arrival from how the path opened up to welcome him.

Trees bent away, vines with thorns burrowed into the soft ground at his approach. Techno hauled the bag with offerings up on his shoulder and carefully stepped forward.

He could feel the divinity that lingered in the air here like a physical thing, alive. It wound itself around him, before settling on his shoulders with unexpected weight. But whatever it found there must not be a bad thing. Because the path remained open and Techno found no resistance as he made his way up to the temple.

He was very aware of the fact that he was treading ground that had not seen human feet in centuries. After the gods retired, they were left alone. Nobody was dumb enough to bother a bunch of deities that had let it be known in no uncertain terms they were done quarreling in mortal affairs. Nobody, except the rulers of Techno's country.

They had come up with the grand idea to send the reclusive gods some gifts. And that - hopefully - would soften them up enough to lend an ear to their desperate plea for more power against their enemies. A plea that Techno was chosen to deliver, picked from among the regiment of royal guards for this important task.

His boots made soft, ringing noises against the marble steps. As he walked the long anteway that led into the heart of the temple, it seemed deserted. Yet Techno swore he could hear the echoes of laughter and the light music of a guitar. He could feel the gaze of curious eyes on him. The youngest of these gods, the sons of the chosen. One with a domain of mischief and fire, the other ruling over music and transformation.

Yeah, Techno was not an idiot. He had done his research.

At long last the hallway came upon the throne room. The ceiling was high enough that Techno could barely see it, only the tapestries of black silk and woven stars that gleamed from above him. The Goddess of Death looked down at him with a tepid smile. On her left, there was a chair for her husband, her angel. He lounged upon it much like a mortal would: with crossed legs and relaxed posture.

Both of them seemed pretty chill at first glance, but Techno knew how deceiving that could be. He would need to follow all codes of polite conduct if he didn't want to risk the wrath of a god who felt slighted.

So he took to one knee, the bag sliding off his shoulder onto the ground with a light thud from all the gold and precious gemstones inside. Treasures worth more than Techno could earn in a lifetime.

"Our Lady," he said, addressing the divine with the highest power. "I have come from the lands of Hypixel to humbly request you accept their gift."

A heavy silence hung over the room, Techno kept his eyes on the polished floor throughout it.

"A gift?" Her voice was clear as crystal glass, sweet as spun sugar. "Well, don't be shy then. Come closer, dear."

Techno stood and felt himself move before conscious thought was put to the action. As if it was not fully by choice. He swallowed, glancing at the bag of trinkets forgotten behind him as he stepped closer to the throne before kneeling again.

The Goddess of Death inclined her chin, looking down at him. Her eyes were deep purple. Techno felt he could get lost in them.

Then she waved her hand and before Techno could blink, the angel stood before him. His large black wings were spread behind him, though the feathers only ruffled softly when fingers settled on his chin. His face was tilted up.

"What is your name?" The angel asked.

Techno wanted to tell them it was irrelevant. He was only an envoy, here to deliver a cargo and leave. His lips were moving before that thought could properly form.

"Technnoblade, sir."

The angel's smile spread into a wicked grin. "Oh no, none of those formalities, mate. Not if we're keeping you." He looked over his shoulder. "Love, you're seeing what I'm seeing, right?"

"I do believe so," Lady Death said. Then she sighed, amused. "My, how hypocritical of us. We did tell them we wanted nothing to do with them anymore."

"They fucking knew. But they tried anyway." A thumb pressed into Techno's cheek. He knew he should be scared, in the presence of such overwhelming power. Something in his brain refused to connect. Those purple eyes watched him, read him. They saw him.

"Well, we can't fault them when the gift they send us is this perfect." When the Goddess spoke, it was with such fondness in her voice.

Techno blinked, confused. The bag of offerings was not even a blip on their radar anymore.

"Indeed," her angel agreed. He finally let go, only to pull Techno up by the elbow instead. His fingers stayed there, curled around tightly. "I will let the mortals know that we accept their gift. And that we'll take very good care of him."

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AKA: Dark SBI AU where Techno is an envoy sent to deliver a gift to the gods. Except the gods mistake him for the gift and decide they're quite happy to keep him.

#technoblade #kristin #philza #dark sbi #shara writes

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