#i trust

[wiirocku]

Psalm 31:14 (NKJV) - But as for me, I trust in You, O LORD; I say, “You are my God.”

[asraxfile]

𝔄𝔅 ℑ𝔐𝔒 𝔓𝔈ℭ𝔗𝔒ℜ𝔈

- ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇᵒᵗᵗᵒᵐ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ

sypnosis: an angel of salvation becoming a prisoner for her sins of loving a mortal.

pairing: Fallen Angel!Minnie x mortal!reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: Miyeon is a goddess of heaven, Soojin is the devil and Shuhua is the angel of innocence and purity(I had to include them)

wc: 3.8k

A/n: heavily inspired by gidles I trust album and I wanted to write something poetic again so enjoyyy^^

Once upon a time, where heaven demanded brightly in the sky and hell ruled the underworld, there was an angel. 

An angel who set anyone free through salvation. 

Through the divine love of the pure Goddess she was as loved as the word love was. 

They called her Minnie—an angel of salvation. 

An angel no one would think would sin upon the cruel gaze of the Goddess. 

Not until she met a mortal. 

A mortal who had its effect and made her sin. 

Any kind of love was never meant to be a way to sin, but in this case, it was. 

Though Minnie knew she was in the wrong, 

she knew loving you was one of the biggest sins through history, 

but still, 

she held onto the pain you’ve caused her and let you in her heart, 

becoming a prisoner of her reason. 

The echo of Minnie’s attempts to grasp out of the guards grip filled the long white hallway. She nervously whipped her hands in any direction she could but there was no use, she just gave up after a few tries. Their strong and tight grip on her arms held so tightly that Minnie’s blood pressure was slowly falling down. Making her vision blurry but her consciousness weary. 

The guards pulled a little harder this time and threw Minnie on the floor in the enchanted place where the Goddess hid her chambers. Leaving the room, they left Minnie all alone with the Goddess to decide her further future after such a sin. 

“I wish we'd met here for a better reason, my dear Minnie.” the Goddess spoke, a tinge of disappointment hidden the slight mock in her tone. Minnie tiredly gets up and finally faces the Goddess who has been waiting for her words to spill. 

Minnie stood right in front of the great and big 25 stepped stairs, looking up at her one and only leader and a thing she worships, the Goddess Miyeon. 

“Please, your majesty, I-I’ve realized what I did was wrong and I ask for forgiveness.” Minnie starts to kneel, wanting her to believe her words. 

“No need to kneel upon me, my once dear angel.” Miyeon slightly crescends her voice, making the hall echo with her voice. 

Minnie widens her eyes and looks up once again, a tinge of unsure realisation filling her eyes. 

“once?” Muttering out she kept her lips slightly parted as the Goddess gazed with a small smirk. 

“You were my most loyal angel and servant, Minnie.” she started. The tension getting Minnie more worked up with stress and nervousness. Not liking where this all is going. 

“But I guess I can’t trust even my most obedient ones.” the switch in her voice altered Minnie’s nervousness even more. Cold sweat formed on her forehead and her heart raced constantly in her chest. 

“Minnie—angel of salvation. I compel you to a lifetime of suffering and pain because of your sins. From now on you are no longer an angel.” She points her fingers at Minnie as her tone becomes horrendous and fearful. 

“Whether you like it or not, I am taking your wings.”

Minnie couldn’t speak, couldn't think and probably couldn’t feel too. 

She screamed in pain, a pain no angel wants to go through in any aspect of their spiritual existence. 

The pain of taking away their wings. 

“Your new residence is now in the underground world.” 

Suddenly, the floor beneath Minnie disappears as it makes her fall. 

She was falling, endlessly. 

The lower she went the more pain she felt. 

All of the hell’s souls gripping her wings, painting her in pitch black and pulling her feathers. 

Getting dizzy, her wings became fully black as well with her white clothes getting stained with black stains. 

As she was falling, she should’ve thought about how to repay her sin, but she thought about you. 

Her mind filled you. 

Only you. 

She was willing to go through hell, in literal meaning, just for you. 

If she could feel the softness of your hand again,

If she could kiss you heartfeltly without hesitating again,

If she could fall in love with you once again, 

She would gladly become a sinner, just for you. 

She finally falls on the hot burning ground as she looks up and sees anything but heaven. 

The intense cries of the poor souls, some being here for a reason and some being here by misunderstanding. 

Feeling the ground burn beneath her palms, her hands turn into a charcoal color almost up her elbows. Kneeling, she sits up. Her breath hitched as she rubbed her soft eyes. With furrowed eyebrows she looked around the hell’s territory. 

Devastated at the cries of the poor souls, Minnie exhaled and looked around until she saw a figure, a female figure. 

The woman had blonde hair with eyes dark as the death. She gently walked up to Minnie in her black dress, the long and tight see through sleeves wrapped around her arms as she had red accents on. She was beautiful, Minnie thought as she looked up at her. 

But Minnie knew who she was. 

“My dear fallen angel,” she started, looking at Minnie’s broken and black wings. 

Anyone would know who she was. 

Suddenly, red rose petals started rising from the ground, gently but mischiefly. As if they’re welcoming someone supernatural—powerful. 

“It was about time we finally met.” the woman exclaimed with a hint of mock in her tone. Minnie was unable to speak, cold sweat dripping off her forehead as she straightened her back while sitting to get a better view of her. 

“Did you think meeting the devil would be much more dangerous than you thought?” She crouched in front of Minnie’s eyes, making her flinch at the sudden movement. “Don’t be afraid.” She demands. “Y’know, I have a name, just like you, dear.” The genuine smile on her face didn't disappear. 

As if the air got thicker when she smiled like that, as if she was hiding something or perhaps—wanted something? 

“W-what’s your name then?” Minnie stuttered out with her eyes wide open. 

“Soojin.” 

Minnie’s stomach flipped, holy God, she met the devil so easily. 

Tending to forget she’s no longer a holy creature but a sinner. 

“I-I’m sorry. All of this is just too much and I-I don’t get why being in love with her is such a sin and-” Minnie’s rambles get cut off by Soojin taking her hand and holding it gently, making her stop talking and widen her eyes. 

“I have a proposition for you, my dear angel” Soojin started.  

In reaction Minnie tilts her head in confusion. 

“If you…stay here as my fallen angel in hell.” She whispered, tenderly but clearly. “I will let you meet her anytime you want.”

Minnie took a second to understand what the hell ruler meant. 

When she did, she widened her eyes and harshly stood up. 

“You would?” Minnie jumped with her words. Soojin slowly stood up facing her too, nodding. 

Minnie furrowed her eyebrows in such mercy, why would the devil let her feel happy and let her meet the love of her life again and the Goddess wouldn't?

“You don’t believe me?” Soojin tilted her head, having a mockful expression that spoke the truth. 

The fallen angel stood quietly, observing if it was a good idea to agree or not. Clearly not wanting her trust to be broken again, she asks the devil a question. 

“Why are you so merciful?” Minnie asks, straightening her position as she gazes at Soojin’s expressions. “Why are you letting me see her?” with more tone in her voice she asks once again. 

The devil released an exhale. 

She rose up her arms, summoning dark forces to circle around her and Minnie. 

“Because… I was once in the same position as you, Minnie.” 

Minnie widened her eyes at those words. 

“Do you accept the offer?” She asks, knowing that deep in Minnie’s heart she does want to accept, she just needs time. 

Minnie nervously nods. Soojin offers her hands, her palms becoming slightly red, working the magic in the air. 

Minnie puts her tough darkened palms on Soojin's gentle hands. 

“But before you send me to her…” Minnie suggests, gripping the devil’s hands tighter.

Soojin raises an eyebrow, curiosity filling her eyes, waiting for Minnie to finish. 

“I want to know… how were you in the same position as me like this?” Minnie finished, her tone full of courage and curiosity. There are so many questions she wants to ask the devil but right now it’s not the time for it. 

Soojin sighed disappointedly at her words. But the hell ruler didn’t blame her. She was as curious and as extraordinary as Minnie was. 

She remembered the times when she was an angel—just like Minnie.

She remembered giving her soul for an individual she dearly loved.

The devil loved an angel—an angel of innocence and purity

If only that same angel didn’t lose her beautiful wings and her heart stopped beating. 

If only Soojin wasn’t betrayed by her own kind. 

If only she wasn’t a fallen angel who became the devil forever. 

Grief was her destiny. 

Forever stuck in hell and being centered on being its ruler was a way the Goddess reminded Soojin of her sins. 

Her sin of love. 

Soojin shook her head instantly, getting back to reality. Luckily, she wasn’t the type who didn’t know how to hold a grudge. She kindly smiled at Minnie, the light surrounding them due to the devil’s magic was quickly replaced with red light and thick fog. 

“It’s a story you will find out on your next journey… now,” she tightened the grip on Minnie’s hand. 

“I’m sending you to earth, go see her, you deserve it.” 

And with Soojin’s last words, Minnie was transported to the earth. She was falling again, but with more control this time. 

It felt like she had more control—more purpose. Minnie could feel the air shifting its vibe around her. She was in your realm now. 

There was no hell or heaven on earth. But it was a place where you learn where your after life will be. Hell’s burgundy and golden lights dissolved into mixes of blue and green, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, she found solace in the only realm she didn’t belong to. 

It felt nostalgic. 

Minnie’s feet touched the ground as stumbled slightly upon the grass. The broken charcoal remains of her wings weighed heavy on her back. In this realm, only the mortal that truly loves an angel can see its wings. 

In this case, only you could see her wings. 

She looked around, her breath catching in her throat. It was a silent night. Minnie landed in a forest nearby your house but she saw the street lights dim in the distance. The stars above seemed so far away, yet they shone with a familiarity that tugged at her heart.

Sadly, she wasn’t one of those stars anymore. 

But Minnie didn’t care if she wasn’t a star. 

She had a star all along and it was you. 

While starting to walk slowly, Minnie was careful not to be seen by anyone or anything. As she made her way towards your house, she climbed up the window and looked through it. Seeing you, sitting on the table and reading a book. 

Gently she smiled and knocked at the thin glass, catching your attention immediately. 

Your eyes widened. 

In a rush, you opened the window and let Minnie in. Seeing her broken state but her gentle smile never fades away from you. 

“M-Minnie?!” You held her darkened palms as she gazed softly at you. Two lovers are finally together again. 

“I-Is it really you?!” You exclaimed again with a growing grin as you hugged the fallen angel. In response, Minnie melts in your soft embrace, loving every second of it. Grinning widely she releases a short chuckle. „Hey…dear.“ She softly spoke, as if she was craving for this moment ever since she'd gone through so much.

„What happened to you?!“ You worriedly stepped an inch back and scanned Minnie's devastated state, letting go of the hug. Her once laced white clothes were smeared in pitch black stains, her hands looked like she dipped them into an oil slick and there were even some black stains in her hair. Lastly, her wings.

Her wings expressed everything about this all.

Her beautiful white, large and clean wings were replaced with the new charcoal colored ones, almost broken.

Half of the feathers were present and the other half weren't here.

Your worry grew stronger the longer you stared at her.

Your dear angel, your lover, your Minnie---in such devastated state one thing made you think there was a trace of happiness within her,

her genuine smile.

It slightly creeped you out but you were beyond happy to see her smile. „It's a long story really…“ Minnie shortly took a glance of herself then turning her gaze back on you.

„Don't tell me you…“ Stopping your words, Minnie knew exactly what you meant. She took your hands and intertwined them with hers. Disappointingly sighing she nodded her head. „You're not an angel anymore?“ The air grew thicker around the lovers. Those words were still a big mouthful for Minnie to swallow.

„I am,“ she started, making you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. „I'm a fallen angel now, but that doesn’t matter right now really,” putting a hand on your cheek, Minnie stared deep into your eyes. “I’m just…I’m just happy I’m finally with you again and that you’re okay.” She rests her forehead on yours while grinning uncontrollably. “I love you, Minnie.” you blurted out as both of you chuckled. “I love you more, Y/n.” 

Lovers stared into each other's eyes, desire and love filling their hearts. Your love was as heartfelt as watching the sun rising and falling. As sweet as the newest candy a kid might be trying out and as promising as the rainbow after the wild storm. Their love shined bright when together and nobody could take away their spark even if apart. 

Suddenly, Minnie hears a whisper in her mind, the voice sounded oddly similar. 

“Ab imo pectore…” 

It was the devil playing on her shoulder. It was the sin again, but Minnie didn’t care. 

“Ab imo pectore.” 

Soojin was speaking in your mind, speaking from the bottom of your heart— Ab Imo Pectore. From the bottom of Minnie’s heart, she promised you she will love you through hell and heaven. 

The world seemed to melt around both of you. Slowly and patiently, you leaned in, closing the gap between you and Minnie with a kiss. Your soft lips danced along Minnie’s. Her breath hitched at the sudden contact, her body hesitating for just a moment before she liquefied into your kiss. Her hands found their place on your waist, holding you as though you might disappear if she let go. 

Your lips danced along hers, moving in perfect symphony, as though they had been made to fit together. Minnie’s charcoal-stained hands trembled slightly as they slid up your back, careful not to hold you too tightly, afraid you might break. 

When you finally broke apart, your foreheads pressed together, breaths sighing as the realization washed over you. Minnie’s gaze locked onto yours, her darkened eyes now aligning with something that looked almost like hope.

“I thought I’d never see you again,” she whispered, her voice raw and filled with emotion. “I was so afraid.”

Tears welled in your eyes, spilling over as you cupped her face, tracing the streaks of her cheeks as you smiled trying to reassure her.. “You came back to me, to us” you said, your voice trembling with the weight of your love. “What did I ever do to deserve an angel like you, Minnie?” you chuckled. 

Minnie smiled, the corners of her lips turning up even if a single tear slid down her cheek. “You’re my everything, Y/n. I’d walk through fire, through the pits of hell itself, if it meant I could hold you like this.”

Heaven might’ve declared your love as a sin, as something unforgivable or punishable. But from the bottom of each other's hearts, as long as you had each other, no rule, statute or perhaps a goddess will ever tell you how to properly love. Even with the devil playing on Minnie’s shoulders, she proved true love can be found even under the wrong circumstances. For it, one must have a heart and someone to give the heart to.

[incoherentscreaming101]

im sobbing i miss her so much already

[devious-buffoon]

Many people will never understand but there are certain people in this world who are very pick-up-able. You meet them and immediately understand you could sling them over your shoulder and they would barely react. However you gotta be a picker-upper to understand this. You can't become pick-up-able but you can become a picker-upper. There are wonderful and fun people out there intended to be treated like purse dogs or chuckable munitions

[takethebodymarc]

i hope this never happens amen🙏

[onejellyfishplease]

I turned myself into a phantom jellyfish, now we can be jelly buddies!

No need to worry about the sinister smile and needle-like teeth, that crazed murderous look in their eye is just excitement at having a new friend :)

JELLY BUDDIES!!!

[keirawantstocry]

c!quackity with massive titties

[sapphonoticeme]

(g)i-dle in their 'i trust' era as swans by hilma af klint (the swan, no. 1; the swan, no. 8; and the swan, no. 2)

[httpiastri]

this is so horrible i hope i die what the fuck did pepe do to deserve rhis luck im going to take a 8h nap now

- 🪷

wanted to take a fifty year nap tbh

[cavewolf]

PMD IMMINENT

[wiirocku]

Psalm 31:14 (NKJV) - But as for me, I trust in You, O LORD; I say, “You are my God.”

[danlous]

Ignoring the real possibility he intentionally let himself be caught from the little we know so far Luigi Mangione's case is a fascinating combination of astonishing brilliance and confusing stupidity. This young man plans and executes his assassination and escape with such a meticulous care and calmness that it's suspected that he's a professional hitman. He comes up with Riddler-sque moves like writing his manifesto poetically on the bullets and leaving his backpack behind full of Monopoly money. He carefully wears a mask to avoid being identified but removes it because a woman who was checking him into the hostel was flirting with him and wanted to see his smile. He still manages to escape the most surveilled city in the country in the midst of ongoing national manhunt only to get caught in the middle of bumfuck nowhere Pennsylvania while eating at the McDonalds. Because for some reason he had the same clothes and mask as in New York and was carrying the same gun and suppressor. And when the cops detained him he showed them the same fake id he used in New York. And oh yeah he's a frat bro gym rat who has a masters degree in computer science from Penn but reads stupid self-help books about being on the grind and is 'anti-woke' while being bisexual suffering from anxiety and wanting to end oppressive capitalism. Not even god himself could invent a person like this

[aimlesspoet]

a bottom-tier autistic experience is being told throughout your entire childhood that you are just an overthinker when it comes to social situations and later finding out that your friends did, in fact, hate being around you and tried to communicate that through weird little hints

[starridge]

puppet hour was brutal

[dovesick]

endless night