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A/N: I can't come up with a title so,,,, yeah!! Anyways, I've had this saved in my drafts and I miss writing and even with spring break!! my professor still gives us homework. So, here I am. this is just a thing where like reader is an angel and falls and like it was gonna be a short series, but like,,, i never finish my series (except for ciays)
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You sit with a pit in your stomach. Your legs are causing the items on the table to shake, and you can't stop the dread that is looming over you, cold and heavy. There's a shift beside you, and a hand cups over your thigh, a feeble attempt to get you to stop moving. You can only flinch in response.
“Can you just- I don’t know, fucking chill or something?” His hand gives you a squeeze, before pulling back and crossing his arms. “They aren’t gonna do shit to you.”
“Lucifer fell because he asked too many questions,” you counter, gasping for breath. The room feels too tight, too full and empty all at once.
Beside you, he scoffs. “Love to break it to ya babe, but you aren’t him. You’ll be fine.”
“Exactly,” you hiss, hiding your face in your hands. “I’m not him. I’m- I’m a low ranking Angel. I- Oh Father, I don’t hold any type of status. I’m going to fall,” you voice breaks and tears are in your eyes, horror and fear making you pale.
“You’re not.” He’s harsher this time, and pulls you to look at him. His name is on your tongue, and he interrupts you. “I’m vouching for you. And so are the rest of my girls. You’ll be fine.” He loosens his grip on you, and smooths a hand down your hair. “Chillax, babe. I know you’re a little goody-two-shoes, but this is nothing. You’ll probably just get demoted or some shit.”
“Adam.” Your hands grasps onto his, and you want to believe that he’s right. “But what if-”
The door opens, and you both whip your head around, watching as Seraphim walks in, her head held high and face lack of expression. The pit in your stomach swallows more of you.
Your rise from your seat, and Adam begrudgingly follows. “Sera-” you clear your throat- “I uh- Seraphim. Good evening. I- I thought we were not allowed to meet before the trial,” you look around the room, and for a moment, you have hope. She wouldn’t go against orders, so perhaps she’s here with good news. You give her a tense smile, and she walks to the desk, her wings taut and folded behind her.
She sits at the chair with her arms folded over the desk. “I wanted to be the one to deliver the verdict.”
Your brows furrow, and sit back down, your ankles crossed over one another, and your body leaning towards Adam’s. His hands reach over the space between the chairs and you grasp onto him, nails digging into the clothed covered skin.
“The verdict?” You ask in a whisper. “But I hadn’t- What about my trial?”
“It was decided that you would not have a trial.” Her voice is like stone, unwavering, strong, and heavy.
“Decided by who?” A chill runs down your spine, and it’s as if you can feel a presence around you.
“If there’s no trial then how do fuck do you all even have a verdict?” Adam, as always, is crude, and it only furthers the sickness deep in you.
“Adam,” you say in a high pitched voice.
He turns to you, and squeezes your hands. “Well? What is it? Community service? A demotion in rank? Paperwork?”
“Sera,” your chest is tight, your bones pricing into the tender flesh, “why didn’t I have a trial?”
“Look, the demotion can’t be that bad, right? I’ll look after them. Make them my assistant or something. I got shitload to do anyways, they’ll keep me on it.”
“Sera,” you plead, “I was promised a trial. I was told that it would be fair.”
“No trial is good, right? Means it was easy to consider your fate.” You flinch. “You get to be my assistant. Don’t worry babe-” he tugs on your hands for your attention, but you’re fixated on Seraphim and that way that they look at you with somber eyes- “I won’t work you too hard.” The playful tinged words make you sick.
“Sera,” you croak, leaning away from Adam- “my trial. It was promised.”
She calls your name, it’s whispered like a prayer, uttered like a curse and laced in sorrow. You know your outcome, before she can even say it. “I’m terribly sorry.” Your body goes cold. “It has been decided that your punishment for questioning the beliefs and practices of Heaven will be the taking of your wings and The Fall to Hell.”
You can taste the bile. It burns, the acid fills your mouth, and it makes your eyes burn with hot tears.
“What the fuck!” Adam shouts, your hands are let go, and you stare into her eyes. You can hear the chair squeak as it’s pushed away and it nearly topples over. Adam goes to you, short strides to grasp his hands over your shoulders. “That isn’t fucking fair! They were promised a trial, so where the fuck is it?” He’s furious, and the hands around you bring you no comfort.
“I’m terribly sorry.” Seraphim looks at you as she speaks. “For the both of you.” Her eyes dart between you and Adam.
“I didn't mean to,” you whisper, your nails digging into your clothes. “I promise that I-”
“Come on Sera! I've done worse shit than them. Can't we just look the other way?”
“Adam, I need to speak to them alone.”
“Like fuck I’ll-”
“Adam,” you breathe out. He looks at you, moving to kneel in front of you and you look at the demonic mask, and you want to retch. “Let us speak in private, please. I’ll meet you outside.”
He looks at you, through the golden eyes of the mask. “Fine,” he huffs. He stands, and presses a kiss to the top of your temple. You wish that you could return the gesture- that you could look up and kiss him back without worry. “Yell if you need me,” he whispers to you. You nod, unable to mutter a word to him.
The door clicks behind him, and you’re left alone with Seraphim- something that you’ve never had the opportunity to experience. Perhaps if circumstances were different, you’d be more ecstatic.
They call your name, and she holds her hands out to you. Like a trained dog, you place your hands in hers, and you let the tears fall.
“Why am I falling?” You ask, gaining no comfort from her hands.
“Emily- one of the younger Seraphim- has begun to question certain aspects of Heaven. I fear that the questions won't settle.”
“So this is- I’m meant to scare her? To remind her of her place?”
Seraphim sighs, and she lifts a hand, tracing a delicate finger along the back of your hand. You hate the ways he says your name- like she still cares for you. Like your name is sweet as honey. As if she has the right to speak to you with care and love. “You must understand that Emily is still so young.”
“And a higher ranking than I am.” You turn away from her, but you can’t pry your hands away. You want comfort, even if it's given by your judge and even if the hands that hold yours are going to be stained in gold. They say nothing to your comment, and you hold their hand tighter. “When?” You croak out.You dig your nails into their skin- it’s cold, and as much as you want to hurt them, you cannot.
“By the end of the week.” Their words are spoken without wavering. “You’ll be confined in one of our holding rooms for incoming souls for the time being. You’ll still be allowed visitors. The spectacle will be watched by only those that you allow, and by the high-ranking angels.” You let out a sob, and bow your head. “It will be quick. With the ranking unbeknownst to the rest, it will be an Exterminator who will remove your wings. They’ll be wearing one of the ceremonial robes. After the removal of your wings, you’ll be-” she pauses and you can already feel the emptiness.
“I’ll be cast out.” You look up and she nods, her hands squeezing yours.
“Understand that if I could will it any other way, I would.”
You look at the hands holding onto yours, and you think about how someone will have to clean your blood. How they’ll get on their knees and wipe the ichor from the floor, how the rags will drip in riches and stain their hands in sin. Your wings flitter in response.
“You said an Exterminator?”
“Lute has been tasked with your severance.”
“Why not Adam?”
Seraphim looks shocked. “I- I would not wish for him to be the one to remove your wings. If it were any other, I believe he would do an excellent job, but since it’s you,” she trails off. “I do not believe he would be able to commit.”
“But Lute can,” you say.
“Yes. She is able to put her feelings aside, and do her job.” Seraphim pauses, their eyes are trained on you, and a few look at you in pity. “However, if you wish for it to be Adam-”
“No,” you interrupt. “No, you’re right. He wouldn’t be able to.” Your wings feel heavy. “Sera?” She hums in response. “How soon will I be cast out after my wings are removed?”
“Effective immediately.”
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You lay in your new bed- the mattress new and solid underneath you. It’s nothing like the one back home. You can’t seem to get comfortable, all that you can do is lay there wrapped in Adam’s arms, pulled close to his body where your breath tickles at his skin. “You can run,” he says quietly into your ear. “I’ll leave the door unlocked, and you can run.” His act of defiance brings tears to your eyes.
“Adam,” your voice breaks.
“The Exterminators will be the ones tasked with chasing you down.” You feel the way his hands grip your skin, clawing and desperate to keep you beside him. “They won’t get you. They’re loyal to me. They’ll listen. You can live on Earth.”
When you close your eyes, tears trace down the curve of your face. “Lute is the one performing the severance of my wings,” you tell him a hoarse whisper, unable to keep the horror out of it. Even speaking about it is enough to send a pain down your spine and at the base of your wings. His nails pierce into your skin, pinching into the softness of your stomach. His wings flutter, and they are heavy above your body. “She’ll do a good job,” you comfort. “A clean cut that will make it easy to heal.” There’s bile burning in your throat. “Please don’t be upset with her after the event.” His arms wrap tighter around you, and his wings hide you from the outside, curving over your body, cupping you and holding you. Your hands hold onto him, at the nape of his neck, trying not to look at him, but commit his touch to memory. “I don’t think you should be there.”
“Like fuck I won’t,” he seethes, the venom in his words are unable to hide the tremor.
“Adam,” you murmur, “I’m serious. I- You shouldn’t see me like that. I- I know that I would look for you after it happened. I- I can’t ask for you to see me so broken.”
“I’m going,” he tells you in a tight voice, his breaths coming out in gasps.
You nod, and swallow the pit lodged in your throat. “Please don’t stop it.” He whispers your name, and lets you go, coming up to a sitting position. His wings still stretched, touching you so gently. You look up at him, tear stains glistening on your cheeks. “This is my fault. I’ve accepted it. I know I’m going to plead and cry for mercy, but ignore me, Adam.” Your hands find his, and you hold onto him desperately. “Don’t fight for me. Let it happen.”
“You should run away,” he tells you again. “We can run together.” Tears glisten in his eyes, and you don’t recall ever seeing him so upset.
You smile, but it trembles and falls, and tears spill out. “Where would we go?” You ask in a quiet voice.
“Earth.” His jaw tightens, and you don’t comment when his voice cracks. “We’d take a bunch of gems from here and sell them there. We’d be rich.” You try not to let the quaking in your chest show, the soft stuttering that threatens to release a storm. “We’d sing in some dingy ass club, and I’d use my blessing to make us famous.”
You laugh, and it’s clouded by tears. “I thought we were in hiding?”
“We’d be in disguise,” he counters, a hand prying away from your grip to wipe away the tears. “We’d settle after a few years, get a nice house in a big city. Gamble, drink, fuck. Maybe have a few kids in like a hundred years.” He smiles when you turn your head to kiss his palm, your other hand going to curve over his. “We’d have a nice life.” He lays over you, hiding his face into the crook of your neck, and presses his lips to the warmth of your skin when your hands tangle themselves into his hair. “It’s a nice plan, right?”
“Of course,” you say through tears. “You always come up with good plans.”
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You stand in a stadium, dressed in white, your back exposed and your wings fluttering about no matter how much you will them to still. No one fears that you are going to run. Not when there are archers lined, and not when the Angels are watching you. You see Adam, and he wears his mask, standing with his arms held behind him.
You wish you told Seraphim that he wasn’t allowed.
Chains bind your ankles and wrists. The iron pinching your skin and irritating the flesh. You’d take this pain a thousand times over than what’s about to happen.
“For questioning Heaven’s beliefs and practices,” the voice echoes around, “we sentence you,” your name sounds empty, and you can’t breathe, “to have your wings removed and to be banished from Heaven.” You do a stupid thing and glance at Adam and he looks away at your glance. You feel a tinge of pain, but it’s better this way. “You will now have your wings removed.”
You turn your head, and see Lute. She’s shrouded in white robes with gold accents. Her hair is tied, and her wings are pinned behind her. She does not cast you on any type of look and you're grateful for that.
Her gaze is steeled. You know her. She knows you. She’s seen you at your worst, and you’ve seen her at her best. You’ve shared meals with her- broken bread and drank wine together. She’s been in your home. Her smile has always been sharp, and there are moments where it’s tender, vulnerable and saved for those closest to her.
She does not smile at you. She keeps her gaze focused on you, and you can’t help but tremble, the iron of the chains clinking together. You look away, and you’re grateful you had nothing to eat the morning of. You were grateful you were not given the choice of a last meal.
“On your knees,” Lute tells you in a strained voice.
You hope Adam won’t be mad at her. You hope that if he is, that she can take it.
You flinch at the chill touch of the sword. Your wings flutter, and you bite your tongue. You should make your case once more. You shouldn’t be here. You only asked a simple question. This shouldn’t be happening. You shouldn’t be here. There’s a point against your back. You look up and find Adam. You need him to save you. You can run away with him. You’ll live the life he wanted. You’d do anything. You’d be his. You yelp as something sharp cuts into you. You’d never disobey Heaven again. You’ll never ask again. You’ll be content. Please, Father, you’ll be good.
“Stay still,” she says, breathing out the last word in a plea, and when you cannot, she’s forced to continue.
The tearing is a sharp pain. One that makes you writhe and scream, your throat raw and the sounds unbearably loud. Every twist and turn only further aggravates the wound, skin pulling and muscles bare for the Angels to see. Warmth runs down your back, caressing the small part of your back and spilling onto your legs and thighs. Your hands slam into the ground, clawing at the porcelain floor. Through tears, you can liquid gold, shining and shimmering.
The cool air is agony against your open wounds. You’re warm, and wet, and the final strip of skin is pulled away from you. The heaviness of your wings are gone from you, and crane your neck to see them land with a heavy ‘thud’ away from you. The base of the ivory feathers are drenched in gold, and you can only think about the misery you’re in, and you reach for them. You need them back, you want them back. You’d sew them onto yourself if you could, but you can’t leave them here.
Your eyes glance around, wide and horrified, searching the crowd, and you roll onto your back, screaming once more, and calling for Father, your eyes landing on Adam. Legs block your view, and heavy hands lift you, pulling on your arm, and stretching the raw muscle.
You can hear someone, but your own screams overpower the other, and for a moment, you’re in the air, lifted and unable to breathe, until gravity pulls you down.
It’s a searing pain. It burns your skin and the whips of air slash against your back and body. You’re beaten and battered, carried by the air of Hell, and your screams only echo around you. The ground is unforgiving, a crater forming around you as you land. Gravel and sticks push against your skin. Your body lays crumpled on the floor, limbs twisted around each other, and your body is a mix of gold and dirt.
Weeds twist into your hair, and the stench of Hell makes you retch. You cry on the ground, alone and numb. There is no Father here; there is no warmth for you here. In a shay breath, with your hands clawing at the dirt, you wish for death. You wish for the demons to pry you apart and for your body to never recover.
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And far away, tucked away in his castle, eyes looking up at the heavens, Lucifer sees a shooting star streak across the sky, and his heart drops.
#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel adam#adam x reader#hh adam x reader#hazbin adam x reader#i got a few messages for my spot series so i wanna continue that#especially since i had a line i really wanted to use in my cookies and cream one#i also really wanted to finish the ghostface one#but like idk#i had like three different endings planned for it#and then there was the iwthysi with shigaraki#and like is it cringe??#yes#but i love him#anyways#im on my masters and my professors are not teaching me!!#like how are you going to preach about professionalism and not respond to emails#anyways love you bye!!#also shout out to ciays mention!!#woo!!
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I see oh merc x merc this oh merc x merc that How about merc found family huh? Engineers the dad Snipers the mysterious cousin Heavy and Medic are the gay uncles Spy and Demoman are the grandpas Scout and Pyro are the children and Soldier is the brother thrice removed with the worst life advice possible?
#this might facilitate#heavymedic#but like idk#tf2#team fortress#team fortress 2#team fortress two#tf2 headcanons#team fortress headcanons#team fortress 2 headcanons#team fortress two headcanons#treats posting#treatsf
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I just think he's neat!
#mouthwashing spoilers in tags#myart#art#fanart#mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#scared of being hit with the not vilifying curly enough beam#but like idk#i kinda relate in a fucked up way to him and his people pleasing behavior#not to mention the fact he might have had a plan in mind and was just appeasing Jimmy while the whole crew was stuck on a ship with him#but like never got a chance to make sure Jimmy got the consequences he was supposed to#obviously
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Hey so randon question
Why do y'all think Yun didnt kissed Kyoshi in the fire Lilies scene?? Or make any real move about his crush on her?
Because in Kyoshi pov she say that both had their dutys and she as a maid and the he as the avatar it wouldn't end well to nether of them and bla bla bla
But i dont buy that this is Yun's reason why
Like this dude make a way for her to go to the south pole, in a conference with a bunch of pirates just because he wanted her there
I dont think its necessarily a big secret thing, but its so strange to his character and im just curious
(Not a ship post btw im just wondering)
#I need more of the mansion dinamic/situation so bad#I also dont buy he “get over her” or “wasnt a real thing”#To me he clearly hold a crush on her until the end of the books (healty or realistc is debatable but still a crush)#Yun is such a interesting character#I want to make a whole dissertation about it#About most of the characters really#I really dont know tho#He definitely wasnt shy#But like idk#Kyoshi pov being a little unreliable dosent help in this case#She is so oblivious its funny#Its not a ship post btw im just wondering#rise of kyoshi#avatar kyoshi#kyoshi#kyoshi novels#avatar novels#yun rok#avatar yun
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Frank Herbert, Dune Messiah
regulus black
#was gonna make a web weave out of this#but i don't even care#i need to post it on it's own#it is the most regulus thing i've seen I DON'T EVEN CARE#and it being dune too is crazy#but like idk#i've always seen regulus as a beth march#i've seen him as someone who wanted nothing more than to fade into obscurity#he never wanted to be great he just wanted to BE#he never wanted to be a god (the black family heir) he just wanted to disappear#anyway#he's my guy#regulus black#the marauders
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im freaking out guys why is this so scary???? like genuinely im panicking hes so nice but like why and i scared??? i feel like ima throw up. my chest hurts.
#charlie rambles on#him#guys i think im losing it#im so scared#like what#genuinely freaking the fuck out#hes so nice and caring#but like idk#guys guys idk#im gonna cry
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very unpopular opinion that's never been pondered on or even mentioned ever because this is just an observation people NEVERRR make, like it's very subtle, but...if cate looked like andre or marie, she wouldn't have even half of the apologists she does in this fandom lol
#gen v#obviously i was joking in the first half#but like cmon now#the amount of ppl ive seen getting mad at andre for still not trusting cate#after she lied to him#and manipulated him and his bestie#FOR YEARSSSS#is crazy#and dumb asf#and you cannot tell it's not racially motivated#like i understands it's the POINT for it to be like that im show#but like idk#why i expected real life to be different
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Guysss I kinda wanna upload some audio I recorded on my good pc mic to add to the nsfw-ness of my blog but like um I’m shy ://
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Do we all collectively agree that Tomura in an updo hairstyle equals Dom!Tomura cuz ahah sheesh man a stare from him in that alone sent me (AND DABI) a river
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first fat character in Baldur’s gate (50+ hours in) and it’s… an evil undead necromancer monk. Cool. Coolcoolcool
#captain’s own#dumb bitch hours#I really like this game I’m having fun the characters are great#I don’t like this#I get it adding fat player characters means you have to do more work to get the clothes to fit and the scenes to work#but like idk#I might be wrong there may be a fat character I missed but blegh
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everyday I'm faced with the fact that yuji might be the one who will die and I don't like that. i truly dont.
#i want to be wrong sooo bad id love to be wrong and for the three students to survive#but honestly i do think that gojo will comeback without the six eyes (bc like gege has been drawing him#with one eye too much for it to be just a coincidence)#and im rereading the first chapter and with yuji grandpa being like die surrounded by people who love you#it feels too much like a curse the way yuta and rika are#and it would be very much a full circle moment to also the -#three j.s. students went to the jail. one of them died.#aaa i really hope im wrong like i dont want to be right i want them to live#but like idk#jjk#myle yaps abt jjk#jjk predictions#jjk spoilers#especially with nobara coming back. she wont die.#and killing megumi feels too unfulfilling#Also someone brought up we havent seen the tiger shadow from megumi's technique by itself#and yuji's name and character have a lot of tiger imagery#anyways
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Drew some stuff on my uni desk cause I was really really bored for 4h
Like, who makes a singular class last that long????
Just noticed that they look like they're holding hands lmao
#tim wright#brian thomas#marble hornets hoodie#marble hornets tim#marble hornets#Gurl help I'm getting dragged into the depths of my mh obsession#But like idk#It happens every few months
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Opinion: as an afab who wants kids I definitely see the appeal of casting Gale as a father in your post game headcanons.
But also as someone who wrote up their Tav's backstory to be really ambitious and career oriented and maybe not have room for that in her life, I think I prefer them not being parents.
#gale headcanons#gale dekarios#bg3#gale of waterdeep#bg3 gale#gale#idk im ok with him not being immediately a dad#i can see it i get it#but like idk#i want to romanticize a life with my partner and just my partner right now#which may be more telling of where i am in life right now but thats ok
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i'm still really thinking of adding some of the direwolfs and dragons on here. soooooo if y'all think it's a good idea to let me know. we can test them out. ;3
#outofkingdoms#cause like i wanna add lady really badly#&&&#i wanna add some of the dragons#but like idk#helpppppppp#xD
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i kinda miss my GoT blog. xD
#outofpowers#but like idk#i kinda want to do another blog for it#cause i miss writing those muses#xD#<3
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