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feathered-serpents · 2 years ago
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I mean this with all my heart
Extinction by holy water is less painful to Crowley than thought Aziraphale might love Gabriel instead of him
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little-diable · 9 months ago
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Run – Jasper Hale (smut)
This is dark, please be aware of the warnings! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: Jasper is up for a chase to finally claim (y/n); basically just pwp
Warnings: 18+, smut, outdoor piv, rough piv, heavy dubcon, dark!Jasper, chasing/being hunted, choking
Pairing: Jasper Hale x fem!reader (2k words)
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The sound of leaves being crushed beneath her boots rang in (y/n)’s ears. She had her eyes focused on the trail, surrounded by trees, as she kept on walking. She had been desperate for a distraction — some time away from her home and the walls that kept closing in on her whenever her thoughts began to wander.
Soft rain was falling from the sky, slowly soaking through her sweater, barely managing to protect her from the cold creeping up her limbs like a snake slithering from Eden. (Y/n) tried to keep herself focused on the steps she took, careful not to trip over branches and stones as her surroundings grew darker. She wasn’t a stranger to this trail; she had walked it numerous times before, but today it felt different, darker, and more haunting than all those times she had walked it with a friend.
Her body jerked to a halt as the sound of a branch snapping apart rang in her ears. Goosebumps rose on her skin, just like the hairs at the nape of her neck. She could instantly tell she wasn’t alone. Even though her mind told her that it had probably just been a deer, her gut told her something different. 
“Hello?” (Y/n)’s soft voice echoed through the dark forest, carried by the rain that now fell heavier, as if Mother Nature was warning her, telling her child to return home before she could lose her shot at this life. A shaky exhale left (y/n) as she slowly turned back around, knowing that it was time to leave this forest for good. But she didn’t get far, once again forced to a halt as her eyes found a pair of golden ones. “Jasper?”
The man stared at her; he was standing a few feet away from her, studying (y/n) with a smirk glued to his pale lips. His smirk had something dangerous about him — something that made her heart beat faster, telling her to prepare for whatever was about to come upon her. 
“Jasper? Are you alright?” Her voice wavered as her eyes stayed glued to Jasper’s features. She had always been interested in him — the one who had always managed to draw her closer without many words shared between them, the one who had always piqued her interest as if her body and soul knew that he’d do her good. At least until this very moment. 
“Run.” The second the words had left Jasper, (y/n)’s body forced her to run, stumbling down the trail as she ran as fast as her legs managed to carry her. Tears welled up in her eyes as fear began to nibble on her soul, whispering to her that her end was near, telling her that whatever Jasper was about to do to her would leave her trembling and panting. 
“You’re fast; that’s admirable.” He was suddenly standing in front of her, catching (y/n)’s frame as she collided with his frame. She was shaking like a leaf in his grasp, staring up at the man who still wore that sinister smirk paired with the look that told her she wouldn’t manage to escape him. 
“What do you want from me?” One tear managed to drip from her eye — a tear he caught with his thumb, wiping away the salty drop. Jasper forced her to move with him, allowing him to press her against an old tree. She was trapped between Jasper’s front and the tree, telling her that there was no escaping, forced to follow his every command.
“You’ve always been a frightened little thing, haven’t you, darlin’?” Jasper’s voice dripped with something she couldn’t pinpoint, drawing another shaky exhale from her parted lips. “I always felt your eyes on me, wondering what you were thinking about. Tell me, darlin’, were you scared of me?”
(Y/n) could only shake her head, unable to reply with words. It was true – she hadn’t feared him back then, drawn closer by her curiosity and the crush on him she had always fostered. Jasper’s chuckles forced her to flinch, staring up at him as he dipped his head down, his lips almost ghosting over hers. 
“And now? Are you scared?” It took her a second to react. Even though her mind told her to speak up and tell Jasper that she wasn’t scared, her body whispered to her to close the gap between them. There was no use in running; she could only win if she managed to distract him. 
She shifted her weight onto her toes to close the gap, letting her lips press against his cold ones, a shared kiss she had always dreamt of as a teenager — wondering how it must feel to be kissed by the mysterious guy. Jasper instantly reacted to the touch, pushing her against the tree once again while cupping her cheek with his right hand, while the other found her waist.
He forced her lips apart, letting his tongue meet hers in a possessive manner – she was his at that very moment, the one to follow his every command, the one to chase, the one to hunt, the one to own. The soft moan clawing through (y/n) left Jasper chuckling in glee, parting from her to give her a few moments to catch her breath while he stared down at her. 
“How about a deal?” Jasper murmured his words, while (y/n) was heavily panting, struggling to wrap her head around the past moments. She stared up at him with confusion tugging on her features, waiting for him to keep on speaking to explain to her what he wanted to do to her. “I’ll give you another shot at running, but if I catch you, I’ll get to fuck you out here.” 
“What?” Her words were followed by a few chuckles, not believing the words he had just murmured. But the hand finding her throat, pinning her head against the old tree, cut off any sounds from leaving her, forcing her to quiet down. 
“I’m not in the mood for jokes, darlin’. Do we have a deal?” (Y/n) was all too aware that he hadn’t told her about what would happen should she manage to escape, but deep down she was well aware that she couldn’t outrun him – not after the chase that had happened only minutes ago. 
The second she slowly nodded, Jasper gave her a push, letting go of her throat. Her body was aching as (y/n) began running, not daring to look back to try and get as much distance between her and Jasper. Her heart was pounding, and her lungs were begging for some air, but she couldn’t give in and was solemnly focused on running. Whatever was happening left her torn between fear and excitement; she was not used to seeing Jasper like this. 
He seemed like a predator, as if he had done this chasing thing before, knowing exactly how it would play out. (Y/n) could only hope that he hadn’t done this with other women, not liking the thought of Jasper claiming other women. While her thoughts began to wander, the thick trees blurred by, past her running self that would give in way too soon, unable to fight against her exhaustion. 
But before (y/n) could even think about slowing down, she was ripped to the ground, her eyes forced to meet his darkening ones. Jasper was hovering over her, straddling her aching body to keep her trapped once again. 
“I won.” Those were the last words Jasper spoke before pulling her back onto her feet. Everything moved too fast; one second she was pressed against his front, and the next he had her back pressed against another tree. His tongue fought its way back into her mouth, not giving (y/n) a chance to protest as he undid the button of her jeans. “I can’t wait to claim your cunt; I bet you’re already needy for me, aren’t you?”
Something inside of her forced (y/n) to shake her head, momentarily overcome by fear as it began to dawn on her what would happen in the next moments. It was true, her body begged for him, wanting to feel him buried deep inside of her while he fucked her against the tree, but her mind forced her to snap out of her hazy thoughts. This wasn’t right. It shouldn’t be like this. But fuck, she wanted him — every part of him. 
“No? You aren’t? So my fingers won’t be coated in your arousal when I touch you?” He pushed his hand into her panties, groaning at the feeling of her arousal sticking to her folds. She had been dripping for him since their first kiss, overcome by her needs — the deep need to be claimed by Jasper in the most primal way imaginable. “You liar.”
She choked on her gasps as he pushed two fingers into her tightness, while his cold lips found her pulsepoint. (Y/n) heard him chuckling, a sound that sounded all too far away as she was sucked into a trance, solemnly focused on his touch. His cold thumb found her pulsing bundle, circling it with quick movements to leave her shuddering. 
“I should punish you for lying to me, but for tonight, I’ll let it pass. I’ve been dreaming of your tight cunt for too long.” And then everything began to spin, one second he had his fingers buried inside of her, and the next he had pulled away to force (y/n) to step out of her jeans. Within seconds, he had picked her up, only to force his cock into her tightness.
Both moaned in unison at the unfamiliar sensation, bodies being united for the first time, finally giving in to their longing. Jasper fucked her against the tree as if it was their only shot, the only moment they’d get together, a man on a mission, while (y/n) lost all grasp on reality. Tears dripped from her eyes, running down her cheeks as if every fear was leaving her body, slowly allowing her to relax. Whatever power Jasper held over her, it guided her like an invisible force, forgetting every darkening sensation.
“You’re even tighter than I thought; you’re perfect for me.” She gasped against his lips, tugging on her blonde curls to try and stop herself from giving in too fast. Jasper fucked her rougher than she had ever been fucked before; he didn’t care about bruising her or the air she needed to breathe, letting his hand rest on her throat all too carelessly. 
(Y/n) should have cared; she should have pushed him away, should have tried to leave him, but her body wasn’t ready to part with him. Every fiber of her body was aching for him, needing to be as close to him as possible — the man who had owned her heart for years, the one she’d think of in desperate moments. 
Today she didn’t care about her dignity; today she didn’t care about being treated right; she was only focused on her arising high. Her orgasm would claw through her way too quickly, urged closer by her shaking fingers, finding her clit, rubbing it fast enough to give herself the needed push.
Jasper watched her come undone with a smirk, grinning at (y/n) while he kept burying his cock inside of her. She stared up at him as if he was the devil, forcing her to realise that she was his from today on, a deal she couldn’t pull away from. He came with a groan, letting his forehead press against hers while their bodies stayed connected. 
“Don’t wander through this part of the forest if you don’t want to be chased; remember that, darlin’.”
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talesfromawannabewriter · 4 months ago
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Demon in Disguise
Here it is @kittenfangirl20, hope you enjoy part 1
Adam sighed as he waited for Lilith to make her appearance in the embassy. Adam was summoned by a letter from the Queen herself requesting an audience with the first man himself. Though Sera, the woman he looked at as a mother as she looked at him as her son, warned him against this meeting. However, Adam's will be strong, and he wishes to know what the snake wants. It didn't help that tensions were rising what with the sinners starting to rise. Adam's knee slightly bounced from underneath the table as he crossed his arms over his chest. Though he'd never admit it to anyone other than himself it always sent a shiver down his side whenever it was only just the two of them. Suddenly the doors opened and in walked Lilith all with the grace of a queen, and the slithering motions of a serpent. Her amethyst pierced Adam's soul as they locked onto him.
Lilith: Ah Adam just the man, or first man, I've been meaning to see, how are you? Doing good? Heaven sure does seem to be treating you good.
Lilith stated while her gaze turned directly on Adam's chubby belly. Adam scowled already wanting this meeting to end.
Adam: Cut the crap and just say what you want Lilith
Lilith: Very well, I've come here for a proposal. I understand that Heaven is getting quite antsy as of late due to my people beginning to rise up. I also understand that they are looking for solutions, well I have one that will solve everything.
Adam: And that is?
Lilith: I remove myself from my title as queen, Hell's military, leave Hell, and be given a spot in Heaven.
Adam was silent for a moment until he laughed out loud even banging his fist against the table.
Adam: Ok, and what makes you think that anyone in their right mind would allow you to stay? Not to mention me ever giving you free range of upstairs.
Lilith: You are still close with Sera, correct? Then she can help forward this deal. I also have something that you want more than anything
Adam: And what might that be?
Lilith: Lucifer's child
Adam: ...what?
Lilith: I'm sure that your little...birth defect is still present even as an angel, yes?
Adam glared at her wording but slowly nodded. Not long after Adam's creation his creator, God helped shift his body so that he then had both parts of a man and a woman. Though he didn't know why he did it, he didn't hate his body in any way, despite Lilith doing her hardest to make him back in the garden.
Lilith: I'll collect Lucifer's seed and have it implanted in your womb then you'll finally have the precious baby that you always wanted with your dear guardian angel.
Adam: ...Lucifer is alright with all of, this? You leaving him and me being impregnated with his sperm?
Lilith: But of course, after all, he does want what's best for our subjects, not to mention that if there is less interaction in Heaven ten the less, he'll have to see you. Plus, with you not only in Heaven but also supported by
Adam didn't know what to say, on the one hand, he'd finally get his dream of being a mother. He loved all his children when they were on Earth and loved being their father even when...the incident occurred and afterward. However, ever since Eden, he wanted to be with Lucifer, his Luci, his sweet angel, and have a family with him. On the other hand, it hurt him to his core that this was the only way. But...the pros outweighed the cons and on the plus side not only would he get his dream, but he'd also finally be putting a stop to any uprising from the denizens of Hell since the fire was only filled with Lilith there leading the charge.
It seemed Lilith could tell what his decision was and smirked.
Adam: alright Lilith, I accept your deal.
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primordialruin · 3 months ago
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She stood still until she heard the door click behind the Baphomet. Lilith jolted to her feet as soon as the door was shut, heel striking against the floorboard like a match against a coarse surface. The act ignited the spark of hellfire that trickled away from the bed and ignited into a portal leading into the office situated on the opposite wing of the palace. The apple was there and she had no time to waste running through the corridors to fetch it.
But just before she dove through it, she threw herself over him, forehead pressing against forehead, hands cradling his cheek and neck. If she could give him even an inch of her life force to pause entropy for a minute, then she would give up part of her youthful radiance.
"I'm going to do something you'll never forgive me for again, so please... don't go yet!"
Stay. Stay! She was back to begging him to defy the forces that were beyond their control again. Only this time, there was no possibility to negotiate their terms anymore. No more rest days. No more bargaining with angels one hoped would be reasonable enough to lend their prayers an ear. Time was of the essence, but her stomach was in knots to leave him. She unstuck herself from him with much reluctance and stumbled through the burning door, her clumsy hands barely managing to find the key she had hidden beneath the stack of papers upon the desk. Her hand shook on the key as she missed the keyhole in the drawer, her mind having nearly drawn a blank once it was in as it had briefly forgotten which side to turn it towards.
You're not a help fit for him, came the deficient thoughts that had plagued her mind for the majority of her stay in Eden. Useless wife! You can't even build a fire for the night! How could man rely upon you to till the soil when you can't even carry the firewood in your arms? You won't even bear him the children that would ease his burdens!
Heartless! Useless! Harlot! Seducer with nothing to show for! YOUR MIND WILL ENDANGER US ALL! STAY PUT!!
Her hand nearly missed enclosing around the shape of the apple. She drew it out of the narrow space she'd limply managed to crack the drawer from its undisturbed place. Golden feathers burst from the desk, leaving a trail behind her rushing body as it hurled back to his side. The portal closing behind her. The extinct flames returning the room to its former darkness.
A moment was all she needed to clear her head of the angels' harsh bite as her own labored breath calmed upon having the blur from her eyes sharpen her gaze on her target. For all the good intentions she may have abounded from that created the path to Hell, Lilith no longer thought through the prism of hope anymore. This, may very well be, the end for him.
Breath of my breath...
She slumped upon the edge of the bed, defeated.
Soil of my soil...
There was no way she could get him to take a bite from the fruit. For someone who valued consent, accountability and independent thought, what she was prepared to do would serve as the ultimate self betrayal.
Love of my life.
Resigned to surrender to the moniker of Night Monster as she had been dubbed over the millennia, Lilith lifted the apple to her mouth and sunk her teeth in it. The fruit crunched between the grind of her careful chewing, each releasing the sweet nectar trapped in the delectable flesh that made her mouth water with the need to swallow it. She couldn't feed him the whole thing in one bite lest she wanted to squash his chances at survival by having him choke on it to death.
Her arm brushed up the length of his chest like a snake slithering in the grass. Lilith's presence loomed over him as she leaned over him, fingers pressing down on his chin to part his lips. She obscured him in her shadow as her body engulfed all of the light that had been cast upon him from the heavenly realm in the sky.
My ruination.
There was no temptation at work when her lips enclosed over his mouth. Nor was there any verbal coercion when she pushed the sludge of sweet ambrosia upon his tongue. This wasn't the story of the devil tempting the primordial man to defy the orders he received, but an act of treachery and love.
Betrayal sealed with a kiss. Thirty silver coins for a pair of golden wings. A disregard of one's will to govern over one's choice in receiving life —
God breathing life into man.
The Baphomet stiffened. It wasn't like the queen to be so resigned. The mention of the apple left the air thick with the electricity of something cataclysmic on the horizon.
He nodded towards her.
".....As you wish."
He proceeded to leave the queen of Hell with the dying remnants of the first man. Adam's breathing was laboring more. He was so pale, so sick.
His hair was starting to fall as his body looked grainy.
Uncreation was accelerating.....it wouldn't be long until Adam, the progenitor of humanity....was no more.
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dialovers-translations · 4 years ago
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DIABOLIK LOVERS Do-S Kyuuketsu VERSUS II Vol.5 Ruki VS Kou [Track 1]
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Original title: エデンの林檎
Source: Diabolik Lovers VERSUS II Vol. 5 Ruki VS Kou [CD not owned by me]
Audio: Here
Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai & Kimura Ryouhei
Translator’s note: I probably should have planned this a little better instead of doing two VERSUS CDs back to back but this is the last item on my current request so I’m rolling with it anyway. I do enjoy the VERSUS II series a lot because the lunar eclipse makes the boys act a little different from their usual self which is very interesting! Definitely a huge improvement over the original VERSUS CDs which are just one hour long of the MC suffering and tons of blood-sucking scenes. xD
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Track 1: Apple of Eden
*Flip*
Ruki: ーー And so at this cursed moment, Eve thoughtlessly reached out her hand and grabbed the fruit, before picking off a piece and consuming it.
You listen carefully.
Ruki: Pain washed over the earth as the ground rumbled in agony as a sign of grief. Everything had been lost. The snake who had tempted Eve sneakily slithered his way back into the bushes.
You speak up.
Ruki: Hm? Is something the matter?
You tell him you recognize the story. 
Ruki: Ah, this story must seem familiar to you, no? Livestock. It’s a snippet from Paradise Lost, a story you should be well versed in. I just felt like reciting it out loud. Did I interrupt your own reading?
You shake your head.
Ruki: I see. I’m glad then.
You close your book.
Ruki: Why don’t we let our eyes rest for a bit and have a little chat? After all, as you can see, the collection of books here is so extensive, you could never finish reading them all even if you spend an entire lifetime’s worth on it. According to what that man once told me, all knowledge from across the whole world has been gathered here in Eden.
You seem impressed. 
Ruki: In other words, your body will not last if you do not take a break every now and then. No point in acting tough.
Ruki gets up.
Ruki: Well then. Let us go watch the waterfall from the balcony on the other side. With the sun setting, we should be able to witness a beautiful scenery.
You grab hold of his hand as the two of you head towards the balcony.
Ruki: Karlheinz-sama is the one who invited us here, but what is your impression of Eden so far?
You admit it is a bit overwhelming. 
Ruki: That makes sense. I was shaking on my legs when I first came to this land after I had just become a Vampire.”
The two of you step out on the balcony.
Ruki: I could not believe such a beautiful place actually existed in this world. That being said, to this day I am still not quite sure if this still counts as part of the realm of the living. (1) ...Well, at the very least, we can conclude this area is not normal.
You tilt your head to the side.
Ruki: The waterfall comes pouring down surrounding the castle, with flowers blooming all year round. The temperature is never too cold nor too hot. Yet the sun still sets as the moon rises. I can definitely see the resemblence to Heaven.
You ask Ruki how it is possible. 
Ruki: I assume all of it is influenced by Karlheinz-sama’s magic. This is truly a mysterious place. ...Hm? The full moon has become visible in the East.
You turn your head.
Ruki: Don’t you think it looks somewhat different from usual? ...Ah, I see. The eclipse must have started.”
You nod.
Ruki: You must have certainly heard the word before? I am sure it must be happening tonight. I can sense the voice of the moon. ...Tsk. Don’t tell me he called us over here, knowing very well that this would happen...? No, I suppose I am overthinking thing. They say that the lunar eclipse makes us Vampires grow unstable. There have even been cases of conflicts between two Vampires as a direct result of such, or at least that is what I have heard. Although I am not certain if the same effects will occur to our Mukami family.
You ask him why.
Ruki: We were originally human, remember? Although we are far from powerless thanks to the blood given to us by Karlheinz-sama.
You frown.
Ruki: What’s wrong? There’s no reason to be anxious. You get to spend this special night at Eden, be sure to enjoy it to the fullest.
He suddenly closes in on you.
*Rustle*
Ruki: Livestock...You came here for that reason as well, did you not?
You protest. 
Ruki: Hmph. No point in acting stubborn and trying to deny it. Stay with me tonight. This is not a request. It’s an order.
You become flustered.
Ruki: Or have you perhaps promised to meet up with someone else already?
You shake your head.
Ruki: Then I see no problem. The nights at Eden are long. I shall cherish you thoroughly.
You sigh.
Ruki: Are you feeling dissatisfied?
You tell him you’re only a little sleepy. 
Ruki: In that case, I do not mind telling you about a strange tale which occurred here in Eden as a bedtime story. ...Mmh.
*Smooch*
Ruki: ...’Alf Laylah wa-Laylah’ (2) like those in the book you read earlier, okay? Thousand and One Nights. I wouldn’t be opposed to telling one story after the other. Speaking of which, the Thousand and One Nights features a King who had grown bitter after his wife’s unfaithfulness, inviting women over to spend the night only to kill them each time, until a clever woman decides to tell him bedtime stories till morning and therefore evade her own death.
*Rustle*
Ruki: Mm...
*Smooch*
Ruki: I honestly would not mind spending a thousand nights with you.
You seem surprised.
Ruki: Is it strange to hear those words coming from me?
You nod.
Ruki: I do not believe that to be the case myself, but if you say so, you must be right. This might be proof that I am affected by the moon.
ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー
Translation notes
(1) The term この世 or ‘kono yo’ literally means ‘this world’ and it is often used to refer to Earth/the place you live in while you are alive. The opposite would be  あの世 or ‘ano yo’, which is used to refer to the afterlife, Heaven/Hell. 
(2) The Arabian title of ‘Thousand and One Nights’
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holycatsandrabbits · 5 years ago
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                                      Give Me A Kiss
Released as part of the #Great Good Omens Snake-Off event!
ficlet by @holycatsandrabbits (Dannye Chase) based on a comic by @hayamiyuu 
*comic reposted with permission*
Crowley learned that Aziraphale was comfortable with snakes in Crete around 3000 BC. Crowley had been fleeing from something—probably some mob of humans he’d played a trick on. He’d taken his serpentine shape to hide, turning himself small and dark and slithering beneath some stones in a field. It was cold, and the meager autumn grass didn’t offer much protection, but that had seemed the least of all evils at that point. Eventually, he’d become cold enough that he drifted off to sleep. Which was rather a dangerous thing for a snake to do, but again—a lesser evil.
When Crowley woke up, though, he was warm. No scratchy grass surrounded him, no dry dirt. He was somewhere with a heat source, somewhere soft. He opened his eyes to realize that he was curled up in the lap of an angel, who looked delighted to see him awake.
“You missed our lunch date,” Aziraphale said, with obviously false reproach, his blue eyes sparkling sharply as only an angel’s could.
“Sssssorry,” Crowley managed to say.
“Oh, no matter, dear. I was able to track you down. You know, I don’t think I’ve seen you as a serpent since Eden. It’s quite becoming.”
It took a lot of determination, but Crowley slithered off the warm angel’s lap and back onto the cold ground.
Aziraphale’s smile faded. “Oh,” he said quietly. “I’m sorry, I’ve upset you.”
Aziraphale got to his feet. He towered over Crowley like this, and Crowley felt almost claustrophobic. He stretched himself back into human form, the right size, right temperature, right face. He shrugged, and they said no more about it.
But he never forgot what it felt like to wake up feeling so warm and—and safe. It was a harsh thing to realize that he could trust an angel.
                                                          oOo
Crowley discovered that Aziraphale was comfortable with giant serpents in 1038 AD in Cappadocia. Hell had ordered Crowley to hang about in a cave, menacing the population of a nearby town, collecting treasure and making some sort of legend of himself. Crowley had thought that sounded like quite a nice assignment for once. Of course, Hell had failed to mention that the presence of an enormous serpent-monster in a cave would attract knights with swords. That part was not fun.
The first few knights ran away at the sight of Crowley, and so he’d relaxed a little. Then had come a braver man who’d held a blessed weapon. When he got past Crowley’s defenses and stabbed him, Crowley had nearly passed out from the pain. He managed to win the fight, sending the knight fleeing for his life, but Crowley wasn’t sure how long it would be until he came back, with more men and more swords forged with priestly aid.
Crowley needed to leave. The problem was, he was too injured to change form, and he could hardly crawl about the countryside hoping no one would notice a dragon. So he’d blocked off the entrance to the cave as best he could and tried to sleep enough to heal.
He woke later to a sharply cold sensation and the sound of someone humming a hymn. He knew who it was without looking. “Angel,” he growled.
Aziraphale stepped into view around one of Crowley’s enormous black coils, looking a little more dusty than he usually did. “Oh, you’re awake,” he said, in an ordinary tone, quite as if he were talking to a person and not a giant snake. “I’m sorry, I had hoped you’d sleep through the healing. It can’t be pleasant.”
Crowley wanted to hiss at him, but in this form he feared he’d terrorize the angel. He pulled in on himself, groaning in pain.
Aziraphale gave him an admonishing look. “I’ve been here a week, my dear. If I was frightened of you like this, I’d have left by now.”
“A week?”
“And without my magic cloaking this cave, you’d have had other visitors by now. So you can be self-conscious later. Right now, you’ve got to let me heal you.” Aziraphale bustled away out of sight again behind a serpentine coil, but he kept chattering. “Bloody irresponsible of you to do this, you know. Become a dragon, fight knights. We just set up our Agreement, and now you’re risking it all without a thought for me. What am I going to do if you get discorporated? I don’t want Hastur or Ligur as an adversary. Disgusting, the both of them.” His voice fell low. “And if someone comes back with another holy weapon, you could be destroyed completely, so—”
“Ssssssorry,” Crowley said, and the sound filled the cave, making it uncomfortably loud.
Aziraphale popped up again, completely unimpressed. “I should say so. Now, hold still, I don’t fancy being knocked about by your tail.”
The healing took another two weeks, during which Crowley mostly slept. Aziraphale didn’t normally sleep, but the work seemed to take a lot out of him. Once Crowley woke up to the startling sight of an angel curled up for a nap with an enormous demonic serpent, tucked among his coils like a little white mouse. As if prey had found itself protected by its predator.
Apparently Aziraphale trusted Crowley as well. This was not good news. In fact, this was really going to put a cramp into the whole falling-out-of-love-with-Aziraphale plan that Crowley had been working on for the last thousand years.
                                                      oOo
It took a lot longer for Crowley to discover that he was comfortable being a snake around Aziraphale.
After the Abotchalypse, when Crowley was free to visit the bookshop as often as he pleased, he found that it was quite fun to lurk among the books as a small snake, scaring away customers (and startling an angel, if he could manage it). One day, Aziraphale made an exasperated noise and shooed him out of the Yeats section and onto a sunny windowsill. Crowley found that it was actually quite pleasant there, even if it was out in the open, and still a great place from which to menace potential customers.
The point of being a snake in the bookshop, Crowley had told himself, was just that it was an age-old instinct to avoid making it obvious that he and Aziraphale were friends. If Gabriel came through the door, Crowley could easily hide. The problem with that was, if Gabriel made one false move toward Aziraphale it was very likely that he’d be met by a giant serpent who definitely was not attempting to be inconspicuous.
The truth was that Crowley still just wasn’t sure how Aziraphale loved him. He knew that Aziraphale did love him. Aziraphale had said so, and looking back, he’d certainly acted like he had for millennia. But Crowley was a demon. Could an angel really love a demon? Could he love someone who didn’t even have a human face?
One night Aziraphale was sitting on the couch by the fire, reading a book with those ridiculous little glasses on his face, and he was simply the most adorable, impossible, beautiful thing Crowley had ever seen. So Crowley, in snake form, slithered down off of a chair and crawled into Aziraphale’s lap.
Aziraphale gave him an absent-minded caress, still reading. Crowley lifted his head up over the top of Aziraphale’s book, getting in the way. They sat there a moment, human and snake, angel and demon. Aziraphale didn’t recoil or pull back. He never had. He just smiled a little, looking patient. Crowley kissed him.
It was a wonderful thing to be a demonic snake who was trusted and loved in all of his forms. But, Crowley discovered, after having given Aziraphale a small snakey kiss, that it really was much nicer to kiss an angel if you had hands to hold him with.
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toloveawarlord · 4 years ago
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Red Army Princess (Ch. 4)
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Characters: Eden Bright, Edgar, Kyle, Lancelot, Claudius ft. Shine
Universe: Ikerev Next Gen
Tagging: @plumpblueberry​ @christmaswarlock​ @sakura-1819​ @stardust-dreamer13​ @lady-of-all-cards​ @hamster-damn​
A/N: More of little Eden! This chapter goes a little more into Edgar’s feelings toward being a father! Next chapter will likely be flashback to when he found out about Eden!
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���Come now, little one. It’s only going to be worse if you fight me.”
His voice iced and lacking the sweet tone that his age would use when speaking to a child. It rattled the girl shivering beneath the bed. Eden had barely managed to escape his grasp, darting into the nearest room, the empty guest room attached to Lancelot’s personal quarters.
“It seems my nephew has yet to teach you a single thing. I’ll have to remedy that.”
Eden clamped her hand over her mouth, jade eyes wide in terror and locked on the space between the skirt of the bed and the floor. His polished brown loafers came to a stop at the foot, purposefully silent.
He stilled.
If she couldn’t see the shoes, she wouldn’t know the man was still in the room. Quite similar to her father, who could easily sneak up on her or appear without a sound, but it didn’t frighten her as this did.
Claudius shifted, bending down to one knee. His hand snaked under the skirt like slithering through tall grass, preparing to spring on his prey.
The thud of her heart likely giving her away.
Thump. Thump.
Thump.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Growl.
The whole room settled in silence, like time itself had paused.
It hadn’t come from the girl beneath the bed. Certainly not from the proclaimed great uncle. Again, a growl rippled through the room, moving the attention to the door separating the guest and King’s quarters.
“What is your business here, Claudius?” Lancelot’s low voice slicing as swiftly as his sword fell on his enemies.
Claudius retreated as quietly as the wind, abandoning his target for the time being. His empty cordial laugh was short. “I thought I’d spotted a little mouse. That’s all.”
“You must be mistaken. If that’s all, I’ll have to ask you to vacate this room. It’s currently in use by a guest of mine.”
Eden remained where she was, jumping slightly when Shine slinked under to join her. His warm tongue licking excitedly on her face. “Shine, you saved me,” she whispered, scrunching her fingers into his soft fur with a relieved smile.
“You can come out now, Eden. He’s gone.”
At Lancelot’s call, both the child and his pet vacated their hiding spot. Eden cautiously peeking at the doorway for Claudius, but he’d vanished as a grim reaper that hadn’t snatched it’s appointed soul, still lingering in her mind. She startled when Lancelot patted his hand once against her head.
“He’s gone. You don’t need to fear him anymore.” His words not ones he himself believed. Clearly, Claudius was not aware about Eden until this moment, and likely he’d use her to control his nephew.
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After the long, arduous task like the one he’d completed, Edgar could nearly forget his secondary responsibility. Returning to headquarters, the only thing on his mind was resuming his duties as the Jack. That is, until a sheepish Kyle caught him in the hallway.
“I’m not saying that I lost Eden, but what I am saying is... I can’t tell you... exactly where she is,” Kyle admitted. He’d gone to give her the evening treatment but upon searching the whole of the building, he’d come up empty.
Something must have frightened her, and like all frightened animals, they typically returned to a familiar space to conceal themselves. Over the last year, he’d worked tirelessly to gain her trust and paid close attention to her habits. “I’ll show you where she likes to hide.”
In his bedroom, a wardrobe and dresser sat beside each other. The space between them was minuscule and if one were not careful in their search, they’d never spot the tiny girl squished in between them. “Eden, come out from there.” Edgar knelt down, waiting for her to run to him as she always did.
But the girl only curled up tighter.
“Did something happen today?”
Kyle scratched his head, mulling over the question. “I think Lance did mention that your uncle stopped by, but I was half asleep so I might have heard him wrong.”
“Claudius was here?” Jade irises flickered back to his daughter. If his uncle knew of Eden’s existence, it wouldn’t be safe for her to remain here in his care. His own soul be damned, but not hers. If she were to be subjected to what he’d been, in her frail condition, she’d certainly die long before Claudius could turn her into his ideal pawn.
Edgar nearly toppled, too lost in his own thoughts to see Eden slip out from her hiding spot and throw herself at him, little arms around his neck. He gently pet her head, debating where to send her that was outside of Claudius’s reach. “Is that man going to take me away?”
“No. I won’t allow that.”
Her small body relaxed, the anxiety subsiding. She’d wound herself up so much that after her breathing treatment, the little girl fell promptly asleep in her father’s arms.
“Kyle, I believe it’s time.”
The doctor fiddled with his machine, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed. This conversation one he’d hoped never to come about. “Her illness isn’t under control. If she isn’t here, I won’t be able to properly treat her.”
He knew that. Of course, he did. “She’s in danger here. The best course of action would be to place her with a loving family. There, at the very least, she could have a normal childhood,” Edgar answered. The transition would be painful for her, but in the end, worth it if only to keep her from Claudius.
Kyle scoffed, rolling his eyes. “If she survives her childhood without me treating her. It’s dangerous for her anywhere now that people are aware of her being your daughter. Here, you can protect her.”
“It’s not that simple. What kind of life am I giving her at an army base?” It would have been easier if he’d never agreed to keep her temporarily. He could have found somewhere, anywhere, to prevent this heartache. “I never intended for her to remain here indefinitely.”
A year had passed so quickly. Kyle spent countless hours working to fight each attack, each illness. Edgar convinced himself that Eden was a wounded animal, tried to keep her at arm’s length, but he couldn’t say that out loud now.
“If you aren’t attached, then why are you still holding her? She fell asleep a while ago. You care for her more than you are willing to admit.”
“That’s irrelevant.”
“I disagree. She’s your daughter and she loves you.” He wouldn’t use guilt. Kyle wanted his superior to choose Eden because he wanted to, not out of obligation.
A knock at the door broke the tension in the room. As Kyle left, Alice came in. “I heard you’d come back. Oh, is Eden feeling better?”
“Yes.” He couldn’t sort through his emotions, ones he believed to have buried deep enough to never return. It made little sense. He had no experience in this field. He tended to her as he would the Creeks. The intention always to return her to the normal world, with a family that would care for her.
And yet, his chest ached at the thought.
It was best. Safest. Logical.
“I overheard a little of your quarrel with Kyle. It’s probably none of my business and I haven’t been here long, but even I can see how much you love her.” Alice crossed the room to stand beside him. The little girl sleeping so soundly in his arms.
“Love?” Did he love her? Was she not categorized as a duty he had to fulfill until she was well enough to leave?
Alice smiled softly, reaching out to rub the girl’s back. “She’s yours. You haven’t accepted it, and I’m not quite sure why. She doesn’t need anything special, just you.”
Her words were soothing, even if he couldn’t fathom how a demon like himself could ever be what a child needed. Eden tightened her hold around him, hugging him in her sleep. He’d need to consider much before making a decision.
But tonight, he’d hold her a little longer.
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statticscribbles · 4 years ago
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Branch Evolution
Summary: There’s a reason the Ghoulies phrase is ‘Evolve or Die’; also featuring my personal headcanon about Malachai’s family
”What is it Lance.” Malachai snaps at the boy who nervously stands in front of him. “I was just wondering..” “No fuck off; I’m not giving you a day off or listening to your teenage woes; or college essays or… Fine you got ten seconds; spit.” “How did the Ghoulies come to be?” “I started the gang; you idiot.” “But why; how and-”
“You keep asking questions and i’ll…” Malachai doesn’t finish; hand brushing over the knife he keeps embedded in the couch. “Course; sorry to bother you.” “Hey kid; grab a milkshake at pop’s would you.” Lance nods gripping the list and money that Malachai had tossed to him. He leaves to laughter and Malachai settles back into his chair.
“Seriously how did you form.” Penny asks fingers curling around the beer bottle she’d gotten. “You should know; you’re old enough to remember us forming.” Malachai grins at her and she laughs, shaking her head. “I may be but I never knew you before this southside; issue shall we say.” Malachai grins and sighs through his nose. “Liar.” He snarls, shoving past the incoming Ghoulies to retreat into his bedroom.
”I don’t give a fuck! That’s oppressive and outdated and SHIT!” Malachai stumbles back when the fist hit’s his jaw and he growls standing up and sneering. “You can beat me till I’m half dead but like hell I’m letting my baby sister do that snake dance for a bunch of fuckin’ pervs. Least I have morals.” “It’s a Serpent right! It’s our laws!” “Laws can be changed; she’s-” “Just cause she’s your kid sister don’t make a difference; my kids will do the trials just the same if they want to join.” “We’re by blood ain’t no need for us to play initiate. We already live and breathe as snakes; we don’t have to prove ourselves to-” Malachai doesn’t finish shivering slightly as FP throws him out of the Wyrm. “You stay the fuck out Malachite.” FP sing songs and Malachai stands up, shoving FP back into the Wyrm.
“You call me that shit name again and I’ll rip the crown from your fucking dead fingers.” “But that’s who you are kid; crown prince of the Serpents, a jewel in the gang’s crown just like your sister. You did the trials and so will she.” “She’ll do ‘em but not that fuckin’ stripper dance you pass off as-” Malachai ducks his head sighing when Tall Boy pushes himself between the two. “Come on let it go; just for now; we ain’t accepting new members anyhow; it’s off season.” “Yeah, too many jobs, not enough bodies.” FP nods to Malachai who huffs before returning back to his house and trying to avoid the shouting that hasn’t stopped since his sister ran away.
Malachai doesn’t see FP again until two months later; he pushes it off as strategic job assignments; that FP wanted to avoid Malachai annoying him for as long as possible. All it did was give Malachai more and more of a motive; pulling at the ears and heartstrings of the Serpents and the other southsider’s that were loyal to him; that were indebted to him. He crafts himself a fringe community; pulling in anyone the Serpent’s shun; be it those that failed the trials; or those that were double crossed. Even a few of the die-hard snakes assure him they’ll stand with him; of course this is purely due to them falling out of favour with FP but Malachai will take what he is given and let it grow and evolve.
“Malachai, come on kid.” FP hovers in the door frame and Malachai half looks up from the couch, his upper body jerking forwards before the rest of him twists off the couch. “I ain’t a kid FP, just under ten years younger than you, and already head of the gang, took you years, and being in your daddy’s pocket to make it this far.” He grins and his teeth gleam in the shadows. “Ki-Malachai; seriously is this really over those dumb job assignments; I can-” “You can’t do shit FP; you lost your main source; the candyman and the flowers are mine now; you just slither on out of the garden of eden that is the Southside; go on.” “Enough; when will you see this is the problem; we should be united; not divided; the southside is all our homes; we all belong here.”
“Tell that to those that didn’t make it in the gang; those that you pushed and gave the worst jobs because they talked back or got too mouthy about traditions and rules like me. You dug your own grave Snake King.” “And you’re the fallen angel to save them from my wrath?” FP snaps back and Malachai tilts his head back laughing. “When did I call you a god in this FP? When would I ever worship you?” FP grimaces.
“Malachai just dissolve this little game and come back; I don’t want this…” “Want what FP; to fight for your territory? For your members? What happened to the snakes being a family? To the law; no serpent stands alone.” FP turns away and sighs dragging his hands down his face before he grabs Malachai and shoves him to the ground. “Don’t move kid.” It’s the last thing Malachai obeys from FP.
“What happened?” Penny asks, looking at the scar on Malachai’s back that runs onto his ribs, the skull tattoo covers most of it. “Cover up.” She rolls her eyes and jabs him, pulling his shirt as he covers it back up. “Let me see it kid.” She hisses at him and he grips her bandaged wrist shoving her off of him. “Serpent’s never shed their skin right?” He snarls in her ear. “As a snake you should know when one rattles and when to stay away.” Penny’s eyes widen surprised at how his voice drops down into threatening; how his words drawl out mimicking FP Jone’s speech pattern. Penny mulls it over slightly unsurprised that Malachai would use FP as a role model; the man was running a successful gang after all.
“So that’s why you’re so into the snakes; they’re like your ideal gang.” “They ain’t.” Malachai snaps and Penny arches an eyebrow. “Well it’s obvious the Serpents are a sore spot for you; not have the stomach to make it in?” She taunts wondering how easy it’ll be to rile him up if the implication of touching a bar fight wound was enough to make him bristle. “You shut it.” “Oh no dead boy walking. I’m going to talk about my gang as long as I want. The Serpents are my family and even if they cut me out I’m still one of them. And I want back in.”
“You think you’ll get special treatment cause you’re their lawyer? Being special like that; being more than a random member don’t get you nothing when you commit a crime against them.” “Sounds like some of your members have experience with that.” Penny grins but wipes it off her face when Malachai just nods to the other ghouls clustered around. “Out.” They follow his order and each pat Penny on the shoulder, none of them look her in the eyes.
“You should know better Penny. You should be more careful. Evolve or Die. Stop talking about the half done snakes and start talking about what we all become when we die; ghouls.” “Oh so scary; spooky ghosts.” She laughs carefully maneuvering her wrist out of Malachai’s reach; he simply leans over her; fingers digging into the bandages until he sees red on them. “Listen Penny. Evolve or Die.” “I get it your dumb catch phrase.” “You think getting a little skin off your arm hurts; that after throwing yourself at my mercy they’re gonna let you back in?” “God they must’ve rejected you something fierce.”
“No; I made it in. I was just like you; except i didn’t want to ride FP’s dick straight into a high position or jail. I wanted to stop all the shit they praise and pass off in the Serpents. I wanted them to be better; to grow.” He grins at her and she stares in his eyes as hers widen in fear “Evolve or die. You catch my drift Penelope?” Malachai hums and then swipes his hair back pulling it up so it’s out of his face; miming as if it’s slicked back. “Malachite.” He breathes into her ear and she stiffens.
“Oh; you really didn’t know then? How; cute.” He pauses returning back to his chair and tapping the wall. Before Penny can move the Ghoulies swarm back in and she retreats outside; shaking and unable to look at Malachai.
“Told you then?” Lance asks, offering a shake towards her from another Pop’s run. Penny’s convinced he’s doing something besides playing gopher but she’s not really sure of anything anymore. “Malachite Topaz; one of the great-grandkids of the Serpent founders. Yeah shocked me too when I found out. How’d you figure it out? I managed to see his scar; nasty piece of work.” “Yeah can’t believe he; how did he get it?” “Same way you got yours; Jones carved him up.” Penny turns looking horrified. “Jones carve-” “Yeah something went off in FP that day; he was right mad according to everyone that saw; pinned Malachai to the ground and sliced off his serpent tattoo; poor kid got it on his side and back; one of those big snakes eating itself.” “He’s older than you.” Is all Penny manages to say trying not to picture a younger Malachai on the ground alone and bleeding. “Yeah; he treats us like family; i think it’s cause of his little sister; I’m the same age as her apparently. We go to school. I give him updates whenever he needs.”
“And when does he need?” Penny laughs a little and Lance waves the shake in his hand. Penny thinks back to how he seems to always have on in his hand; what she had thought a teenage addiction was the second cover up she’d seen that day. She thinks about Malachai for a moment longer; how desperate he is to appear tough; to appear strong and she doesn’t have to wonder for very long why anymore; she slowly unwinds the bandage on her wrist surprised when Malachai’s hand offers her clean ones.
“You should wash it first; it’ll burn like a mother fucking asshole but it’ll be better that it getting infected and you ending up half dead in the hospital.” “Course; Evolve or die right.” She tries to be casual; tries to wave off his concern but she lets him lead her back towards the house of the dead and she wonders if it’s really all that bad to come back as a ghoul.
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taehyungsgrowl · 5 years ago
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Garden of Eden
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A/N: Basically @wickedlangdon made me listen to East of Eden by Zella Day and it somehow turned into a scenario of shapeshifter Michael being the snake that tempted Eve (Eva) in the Garden on Eden. Canonically, it was satan, but hey - this is fan fiction. 
Also - this could technically be reader insert, but it’s basically Michael seducing Eve. 
Warnings: religion kink, vaginal sex, sex in nature, voyeurism, degradation (kinda), i use a few lines michael said in the show and i cant tell if its cheesy or not. 
Word Count: 2.4 k
Michael had watched them from a safe distance for days now. He’d seen these new creations be so pure - so innocent. But below the naive exterior of the two they were human. Humans that he was just aching to corrupt. 
He wanted to taint them. Michael wanted to smear himself all over God’s creations. Soon enough, he knew they’d be marked by him and his chaos. 
One of them captured his attention more than the other. The curves of her nude body were almost enough to have him beg for mercy. Her softness and chasteness had his mind racking for ways to ruin her. 
Michael shifted his form into that of a serpent - blending into the lush green plant life of The Garden. Watching and lurking on an unsuspecting Eve. His favorite time was when she bathed in river. Cool water making goosebumps raise on her skin, water droplets adorning her nude breasts, her hair slicked back and falling past her shoulders. 
Of course she had to be one of His creations. No one else could create something so delectably perfect. 
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In order to get to the man, Adam - Michael knew he needed to start with Eve. Not because he believed her to be the weaker sex - on the contrary. He saw the power God envisioned for women. He could see the rawness of her feminine nature and knew  if he wanted something done right he’d have to go through Eve. 
Eve held the answer to Michael’s prayers. A world full of sin and carnal pleasure. He could achieve with the help of her. 
Testing his own patience, Michael awaited for the moment of Adam’s distraction to put forward his plan. He knew his window would be slim, but that just made the excitement in his stomach grow. 
Eve sat against a tree alone, humming a tune unknown to Michael. It was soft and made his ears ring in a way he was unfamiliar with. Her lips were glossed over with the traces of berries she swiped from the bushes. Seeing her suck on her blackberry stained fingertips made him realize the time was now. Her eyes were closed and her index finger was secured around her pout. If Michael did’t know any better, he’d think she were the one seducing him. 
Tempting him. 
Michael shed his skin - his snake skin, as he slithered along the bush. He felt each and every limb transform onto his body as he returned to his true form. Shaking freely from the prison of his other body he proceeded to walk towards the unsuspecting woman. Michael’s toes dug into the moist dirt, taking in the feeling of walking. 
He had crawled on this garden for too long. It was his time to run. 
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“Eve..” Michael was surprised by the sound of his own voice. It had been too long since he had heard it spoken aloud. Low, smooth, and sinfully, silky. Her name dripped from his lips. 
The woman’s head snapped up at the unfamiliar voice. Tilting her head to one said she looked into the man’s eyes. It was all she could see, really. It was all she knew of Adam as well. Vague outlines with piercing eyes - only this strangers eyes weren’t Adams. 
These were a pair of well calculated eyes that held a depth of knowledge in them. Eve didn’t know how to explain is, but the way his eyes lingered on the rest of her form made her tingle in a way she’d never felt before. 
“Who are you?” her voice is even sweeter when it was directed at him. 
“My name is Michael.” he got closer to her. 
“Are you new here?” Eve was curious about this man. God never mentioned anyone else besides her and Adam - and she’d never seen him before. She’d remember this gaze too well if she had. 
“Not exactly,” he took a seat besides her and placed a hand on her thigh. “I was here before you and Adam.” he explained. 
“Why haven’t I seen you?” she questioned both his words and the feeling she felt on her skin by his touch. 
“I’m only seen when I want to be seen, but I dear, see everything.” his hand cupped the curve of her hip. “Would you like to see... everything?” a devious smile spread on his face. 
The confusion on Eve’s eyes only made Michael want to push her further - drive her to the edge with his temptations.”What do you mean?” her voice lowered with fear of the unknown. 
“Oh, Eve. Hasn’t God told you? There is so much to this world beyond what you see. As a matter of fact, I think if you saw it, you’d be powerful than God himself,” Michael shrugged, planting the seed in her mind. 
“What is it that I can’t see?” she frowned. She’d just met this man yet his words were providing her with a headache. 
“All it takes is one taste.” 
“A taste of what?” 
“There’s a reason God forbade you from tasting the fruit of that tree.” Michael gestured to the Tree of the Forbidden Fruit. “He doesn’t want you to be more powerful than him.” 
Michael could feel the confusion radiating from Eve. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity over the man. “Come with me,” he grabbed her hand in his and pulled flush against his body. He had her follow him to the tree. They both peered up at the dangling fruit. 
A symbol. 
A symbol of temptation and sin that Michael wanted to leave on Eve’s tongue. 
He picked the most perfect fruit off the tree, holding it up to his nose. “Delicious,” he inhaled deeply, his eyes scanning over her body once again. 
“Taste it.” he held up to her, the fruit grazing her lips. 
“I-- don’t know. I can’t..” her words denied his offer, but her mouth watered at the promise of the unknown. 
Michael shrugged and took a big bite of the fruit himself. The sweet nectar coated his lips. He made sure to swipe he freshly bitten fruit of his lips - leaving a trace of its sweetness. 
“Taste it from my lips.” 
Eve’s eyes glanced at his stained, wet lips; they were practically dripping in the fruits sweet delicacy. 
Michael leaned his face against hers, his lips brushed over hers, making her breath hitch in her throat. He chuckled quietly, his soft breath fanning her face, “No need to be afraid, Eve.” 
He pressed ghosted his lips over hers, making her eyes flutter shut. Letting instinct, human nature, take over - she kissed him. The sweetness of his lips awakening something in her. 
A kiss with the forbidden fruit wouldn’t be enough for her to see - Michael knew that. She needed to taste it. 
He pulled back from the brief gesture. Her fingertips were at her lips, attempting to make sense of the emotions she felt. Again, Michael brought the fruit to her lips. 
Eve nodded her head and bit into the fruit, locking eyes with Michael as she did. As the fruit went past her lips, things became different. She blinked, once, twice, three times, before her vision adjusted. 
Not only was she now accurately aware of Michael’s handsome face, but the rest of him as well. 
Long golden hair grazed his shoulders, he wore is neatly parted in the middle. She noticed a small braided strand tucked behind his ear. As her eyes dropped, she took him in. All of him. 
He had broad shoulders and narrow hips made of porcelain skin. There was another part of him that peaked her interest. His manhood, hanging proudly between his legs. 
Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, her breathing quickened, and her head was spinning. Eve slumped back against the tree for a moment as Michael chuckled to himself. 
The harsh bark dug into her back - it was only then that she realized a sense of shame. Shame a guilt coursed through her. Shame for what she’d done and guilt over impure thoughts that clouded her thinking. She realized he could see her - entirely and without filter. Her arms crossed over chest in a meek attempt to hide her breasts from him. 
“Eve,” the way he sang her name made her heart drop to her stomach. He was making her feel like, truly, no man had before. 
“What’s happening?” her voice was weak, searching for a strand of hope. 
Michael grabbed her wrists and made her remove her arms from her chest, exposing herself to him once again. “No need to be so shy. This is who you really are. The blind has been removed from your eyes. Delve into your pleasures..” he dragged out the last letter of the word, making a longing ssss, sound linger in her ear. 
He pressed his hot body against hers. The heat from him felt unfamiliar, but she melted into him nonetheless. He cupped her face in his hand, crashing his lips on hers. He kissed her slowly. Each swipe of his tongue coaching her. He took his time, letting her carnal pleasure build. She kissed him back with little hesitation on her part. Her lips parted open as his tongue slipped inside her mouth. The faint taste of the fruit, that was now at their feet, lingered in both their mouths. 
Eve pulled back, trying to catch her breath. “Michael..” she was about to protest, Michael knew, but he stopped her with his index finger on her lips. 
“Shh,” he shook his head. “Did that feel good?” he dragged his nose along her jawline. 
“Yes,” she admitted without delay. 
His tongue licked a spot underneath her ear before kissing it, “If it feels this good, can it really be that bad?” he tempted her. His mouth moved from her neck down to her shoulder, nibbling on it playfully. The art of temptation lied within the balance. 
“Michael,” she whined. 
Michael could feel himself getting hard as he toyed with Eve. It had been less than ten minutes since she had eaten from the tree and she was now eating from Michael’s palm. She had just become unblinded and yet here she was... desperate for something she didn’t even know. All she could feel was the drenching ache between her legs.
Arousal.
His hand traveled down the valley of her breasts, past her navel, stopping only when the tips of his finger tips could brush against her pussy. 
“Do you want me to fuck you?” he whispered in her ear. He slowly let one of his fingers begin to play with her wet cunt. Collecting her wetness on his finger, he brought it up to his mouth, sucking it clean. “Sweetest fruit in the garden,” he smirked. 
“You’ve eaten from the Tree of Knowledge, Eve. You know what you want. Tell me.” he kissed her neck. She could feel his hardening member press against her thigh and she imagined what it must feel like to have him inside of her. Her face burned with excitement and shame. 
“Fuck me,” the words fell from her with ease. She spoke the truth; she wanted him to show her the pleasures she’d been missing on. 
Michael grabbed her leg and hoisted it around his waist, giving himself better access to her dripping center. He took his cock in his hand and aligned himself at her entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock, which dripped in his precum, over her swollen clit a few times. Each time he moved the tip up and down her folds, he threatened to enter her, but never gave her the full satisfaction. 
“Please, God..” she begged for him to fuck her. 
“That’s right,” he pressed her against the tree with his body, “I am your God now,” he growled at the same time he pushed himself inside her. 
As Eve was about to moan out in pleasure, he caught her lips with his, hushing her with a deep kiss. Her sounds were muffled by his mouth as he pushed all the way inside her tight cunt. Her warm, wet walls hugged him tightly. 
“Fuck,” Michael cursed into her mouth, “You’re exactly what I need. We’re gonna tear down this fucking tree.” he bit down on her soft neck. 
His hips thrusted into her is slow deep movements. Her ass felt raw against the bare bark of the tree. “Tell me how much you like being my little whore.” his fingers dug into her hips as he held her in place. 
“I broke the rules,” she gasped, tightening her walls down on him - milking his length. 
“No need for rules anymore; chaos has won,” he moaned into her ear. 
Eve felt herself boiling over. Every fiber of her body was on fire. Like a brewing pot about to boil over, she was about to cum. “Michael!” she rasped out, as the head of his cock rammed against her cervix, “Oh God,”
“That’s it,” he coaxed her, “Cum all over my cock. Taint me with your sin.” 
She whined and whimpered, hiding her face in the crook of his neck. She felt her stomach burn in pleasure. She began to move her hips along with his, chasing her release. 
“Just like that.” Michael unhooked her leg from his waist and pinned her to the tree; he began bucking himself into her over and over. 
“You’re going to take my seed,” he panted against her mouth, that hung open in soft moans,
She nodded her head, completely fucked out on his cock. 
Michael released his load into her pussy - staying inside after their release. He rested his forehead against hers, his arms on either side of her head, as he held her to The Tree. 
He grabbed her face again and kissed her. He was surprised when Eve grabbed the back of his head and pulled his harshly into her lips. She kissed him with such hunger - no other fruit could suffice now that she had tasted sin. 
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Thank y’all for reading. I’ve been working on 2 other fics for WEEKS and can’t finish them, but somehow got this one finished super quick so if it is trash don’t drag me sdjkjfskslf 
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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago
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Title: Rumor Has It {11}
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Chris Evans x Famous Reader Uriah “Riah” Tyler-Evans
Warning: Plot, Cursing, Angst, Slight embellishment of actual real-world media
Word Count: 3.2K
Summary: You and Chris have been married for four years after a whirlwind romance. You are both happy and trying to navigate marriage in the public eye while balancing your successful careers. In the entertainment industry, not everything is as it seems, the flash of a camera lens impairs vision. As scandal and flashing lights put a strain on your once fairytale marriage is it possible your Hollywood marriage can stand the test of the rumor mill?
**Inspired by a video seen of Chris and his co-star Ana De Armas on their press tour for Knives Out at TIFF where she kept touching his chest and face standing about five inches apart.
**NOTE: A WORK OF FICTION. NOT CREATED TO GARNER HATE OF ANY SORT.
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 You were reeling. You didn’t know if you were more furious or hurt. After everything, after the last few weeks, therapy, the revelations, the openness between you, your tears, and struggle this was where you were. Lost. Confused.
 After sitting in your office or almost an hour after the end of your FaceTime call with Chris examining the screen record of Chris’ background and the one from Ana’s picture you’d gone through every single scenario. You’d even branched out to scenarios of those scenarios and at the end of it all you’d settled on was something wasn’t right. Everything pointed to your husband being a liar, your husband playing both angles when in fact he as a low-down dirty asshole. You were reluctant to believe it especially with all you’d been through together in therapy. The emotions he’d expressed couldn’t have been faked. Only an actual sociopathic psychopath could have faked it. that possibility had you wondering if your husband was a sociopathic psychopath.
 This new light on the situation didn’t help you keep focus for the day. Concentration was pointless, working was pointless. Every couple of minutes you were thinking about it again. wondering where they were right now if they were together if they were laughing together about how easy it all had been. Needless to say, you were now looking at “platonic” actions in a whole new light. You now looked at the video of them together at TIFF differently, you looked at the interviews they did together and the body language differently. You even looked at the times they’d been together when you called him while he was filming. Your insecurities were at an all-time high.
 Those insecurities are what had you on a private jet bound for San Diego, two days before your scheduled trip to LA that was supposed to have you meet up with Chris. You’d followed your gut, insecurities, and fears here because you had a feeling something was up, and you refused to sit around and ignore it any longer. You’d played the dutiful wife, the wife who played the trust card. You’d played the faithful and devoted wife who did everything in her power to save and strengthen her marriage. It was time to play a different card, the stealth wife. You were going to get to the bottom of this one way or another.
“Hello?”
 “I hope you’re not just going to roll over on this one.” Your mother’s voice resonated and you sighed out in the backseat of the chauffeured truck.
 “Mama, for goodness sake,” you began before she cut you off.
 “What would be for goodness’s sake is you putting both of them in their place, especially her. A man can be as faithful as Jesus but there will always be snakes and Jezebels slithering through the garden of Eden.”
 You rolled your eyes. You didn’t have the time or patience to listen to her scripture riddles. “Mama, I don’t have time for this.”
 “Do you have time for a divorce?” You almost fell out. She had the uncanny ability to take it from zero to two hundred in two seconds. This was not different. Still, she had a point.
 “I will take care of it. I’m in San Diego now and I’m going to confront Chris.”
 “Take a beat, I say confront her first.”
 “What?”
 “Yes, both parties are equally complicit but sit with her, get a feel for her. You’ll be able to tell her intentions within the first two minutes. I’m not saying go and beat her ass off the bat. It’s what I would do, but there are ways to be tactful in a situation like this,” she suggested.
 You had thought to go to her and rip out her hair then give her a nice souvenir in the form of a face scar to be used as a reminder to stay away from your husband. You’d also thought to play devil’s advocate and go behind enemy lines and assess the situation from her side. You’d left both options open and decided to go to the horse first. Hearing your mother’s thoughts, you decided to go with her plan. You’d go see the snake, Jezebel, first.
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Almost an hour later, you were sitting in a hotel room in front of a set table with an assortment of foods before you.  Your mind was racing but you felt strangely calm as if you were slowly gliding through the air in zero gravity. It would have been peaceful, but your heart felt heavy.
 “Uriah?” Her accent was very clear. You also heard her shock and confusion. When you turned to her she had a smile on her face. She was a pretty woman. There was no lying about it. You could see why men would fall for her and her big hazel eyes, striking bone structure, plump bottom lip, and exotic accent. Thinking about that you saw what would draw him in.
 You smiled widely and stood. “Ana. How are you?” She returned your smile and stepped to you with her arms out. Once before you, she threw her arms around you hugging you. It was unexpected and your first red flag.
 “I’m so good. How are you? Oh my goodness I love this outfit you look amazing.” She was being overly friendly. This was a sign she was overcompensating for something. You played her game and carried in with small talk.
 After a few minutes, the two of you sat down across from each other. “Chris didn’t mention you were here.”
 “I know. He doesn’t know. I wanted it to be a surprise. So please don’t tell him.”
 “Oh, that’s so sweet—so romantic.” Her smile slipped for a moment. You didn’t miss it. She smiled again and straightened her back coming back to being the picture of friendliness.
 “I wanted to have a bit of lunch together just us girls. It’s been such a long time since we chatted. I just wanted to catch up.” You knew it was believable. You were not an amateur actress.
 “That sounds nice.”
 “I remember a few things Chris mentioned that you liked. Cucumber sandwiches, dragon rolls, and that salsa from your country that you said you couldn’t live without. I hope it’s the right brand.”
 Ana’s eyes roamed over the food on the table with a huge smile on her face. “Wow, he told you about all this?”
 You nodded and sipped your tea, “He did. He talks about you a lot. I can see he likes you.” Ana looked at you and studied you as if she were searching for something. You suspected what she was searching for. You kept your cool.
 “Yeah, we’re good friends. He’s a great man. You married a keeper.” You slowly nodded and took up one of the California Rolls before you. It was one of the two sushi products you would touch. From your example, Ana did the same and made a plate with a little of everything.
 The two of you ate in silence for a few minutes. After some quiet, you chatted about the business, upcoming projects, silly stories floating around Hollywood, fashion, makeup, and travel. It all seemed normal. If you didn’t have the fact in the back of your mind that she was fucking your husband then it was possible to become friends. In another life, the two of you may have become friends. You may have been good friends.
 As you spoke about trivial things, you formulated the right path to go. You couldn’t be too direct, and you couldn’t be too passive. You had to find a way to ride the line between the two.
 “I hope everything is okay with your family. I heard the break Chris took was because of a family emergency,” Ana led a little over an hour into brunch.
 “Yes, it was. We went through some things that had the power to break us. It was important we took the time. I wasn’t sure we still felt the same way about each other anymore.” It was true. Sometimes you had to reveal something personal to open the gates. Ana’s hand reached out for yours and rested on top in a reassuring way.
 “I’m sorry. I had no idea. Do you want to talk about it?”
 “No, no need. I want to distract myself. How are things with you? Anyone in your life that makes this crazy life of fame better?”
 She remained quiet for a little while then toyed with the straw in her Fiji water bottle. Her eyes didn’t go back to yours though. “Things are okay. They could definitely be better. I never realized how much fame could be so lonely. You have millions of people watching you all the time. Tens of them around you but still you can feel--.”
 “Alone?”
 Ana looked to you and nodded with a melancholic smile. “Yeah. I don’t expect you to understand. You have Chris.”
 “He’s been pulling away for some time. It may just be our workload and our maybe we’re not the same people anymore. We might have outgrown each other. I understand.” It was a stretch but in the light of new details maybe it wasn’t. Ana watched you and you tapped into your actress side and played up everything you felt a little over two months ago.
 “Oh Uriah, I’m sorry. Do you think--.” Ana paused looked down timidly then bit her bottom lip before she spoke again. “Do you think he’s having an affair?”
 Bingo, you thought. Nothing you’d said since this brunch began had any path to eluding about an affair. The fact that she brought it up was suspicious. “Do you think he is? You’re with him a lot more than I am these days.”
Ana looked at you. you felt the air in the room change, her eyes got slightly darker. “How would I know that?”
 You shrugged and took up a beignet. You loved that the powdered sugar just melted in your mouth.
 “Wait, are you insinuating I’m having an affair with Chris?”
 “I never said that Ana. Why would I even say that?”
 Ana straightened her sitting position and held her head higher. You knew what was coming and you loathed it. Either you’d slipped somewhere, or she was seriously on edge about the topic.
 “Oh, I see. You asked me here under false pretenses to play nice and sugar me up hoping to get me to spill something. You told me some sad story about your marriage hoping it would give you the optic of the sad victim so I could feel sorry for you. Wow. These questions weren’t you being a friend or a decent person. You were trying to find out of I’m having an affair with Chris. I can’t believe this!” She sprang to her feet and walked away from the table.
 “You’re overreacting, Ana. I never accused you of anything. All I wanted to do was catch up with you.”
 “Bullshit!” She rolled her eyes, turned her back to you then looked at you again.
 “By you coming to me like this it shows how scared you are. Do you feel threatened by me, Uriah? Worried that Chris likes me more than you? Scared that our connection is better than yours?” She was trying to get to you, you could tell. You refused to play this game.
 “Look, Ana, I’m not here to play games with you.”
 “No, you’re here to see how much of a threat I am for your marriage. What you should be thinking about is do you actually have a marriage still?” She didn’t give you a chance to reply before she walked out the door slamming it behind her.
 “This bitch!” She just moved her next chess piece—the knight.
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When you got to Chris’ room that evening you were even angrier than you were at brunch with Ana. You should have thrown her out the fucking window instead of playing nice with her. Yes, a tactical approach was the best but a show of dominance and violence was always a good move. You hadn’t made one misstep. You didn’t take the con too far, you weren’t too passive or direct. She had always been on edge. She probably was suspicious from the moment she walked in. You knew better than anyone a guilty conscience would always see a threat even where there was none. You were a threat though. You knew now she wasn’t as innocent as she pretended to be. That made you wonder just what the fuck was going on.
 According to Chris’ assistant, he was busy doing some last-minute interviews and events for Knives Out. You took advantage of the quiet and time alone by thoroughly scanning his room, especially where the backgrounds of his facetime call and her image looked identical. There was no mistaking it in person. They were the same. After you roamed around the room wondering just what the walls would say if they could talk. Would they tell you all their sorted secrets about your husband and a particularly hazel-eyed co-star? Would they speak of his fidelity and boringness or would they speak about his betrayal?
 When you’d thought yourself weary, you moved on to ways to relax which included taking a long bath and feasting on room service. It was a good distraction but that was all it was—a distraction. One that you knew would end as soon as Chris got back. You would have to address the literal elephant in the room the picture.
 You were so distracted by the view from the living room window and your tumultuous thoughts and feelings that you almost didn’t hear when the door opened, and Chris walked in.
 “Uriah.” You looked to see him standing there dressed in perfect business casual wear with his hair perfectly tousled. You would never think he was unattractive. For a few moments, his eyes left your face and roamed over your robe-clad body and down your exposed leg. As he scanned you, he walked more into the room.
 “Hi.”
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“You’re not supposed to be here in San Diego. I thought we were meeting in LA.
 “I know, I just—wanted to be here.”
 Chris sighed and sat in a seat across from you. you found it a little strange that he hadn’t seen you in a week and he hadn’t come over to greet you or initiate contact. As you were going to bring it up, Chris began speaking again.
 “Checking up on me?” His words rubbed you the wrong way. Turning around to face him you crossed your legs not caring that they were fully exposed.
 “Should I be checking on you? I wasn’t aware you needed checking up on.”
 He kept eye contact with you. You could see the tight clench in his jaw and the straight line of his lips. He was annoyed.
 “Did you lure Ana to lunch and accuse her of having an affair with me?”
 Closing your eyes, you sighed and cracked your neck. You’d just jumped out of the frying pan and into the fire. The bitch had tattled and moved her second chess piece at the same time.
 “Don’t lie to me Uriah,” Chris warned through tightly clenched jaws.
 “I did not accuse her of anything.”
 “So, you did lure her to lunch and treated her like a homewrecker and threatened my career and name in the industry?”
 “Are you kidding me, Chris?”
 “Are you kidding me, Uriah?!” He sprang to his feet like a firework shell shooting into the air. You could feel the anger coming off of him.
 “I cannot believe you would do this! Why would you do this?”
 “Me? Why would I do this? Why would you do this?”
 “What are you talking about? What have I done Uriah?” You got off the couch and made your way to your purse for your phone. If he wanted to play the fool you would enlighten him. once you found the picture you shoved it in his face.
 “What the fuck is that?” You watched him as he scanned the post then rolled his eyes.
 “It’s a post.”
 “No shit it’s a post. Did you send her that sweater?”
 “So what? I wasn’t going to wear it, she liked it so I gave it away.”
 “And this?” You pointed to the background of the picture and then went to the still of his facetime call.
 “What about this? Why does your background which is here, identically match hers?”
 Chris looked at you like you were bat shit crazy as if he had no idea who you were.
 “Don’t look at me like I’m crazy. What the fuck is this?”
 He didn’t speak, he just stared at you.
 “I’ve suppressed the urge to ask the question because of everything we’ve been through these last months but come on Chris. I can only be so complacent.”
 “Ask the question, Uriah. I dare you.” It was another warning. You flared your nose and hesitated. You knew if you asked it you’d be right back where you were before therapy. The hurt on his face was evident. He looked as if he were holding back tears.
 “Ask it!”
 “Why do your backgrounds match?”
 “They are hotel rooms, I’m sure they are all identical.”
 “Bullshit!” You walked away from him and to the window.
“Did you come here to confront her--to confront me?” You clenched your jaw and fought back your tears.
 “I wanted to see where your head was and the opportunity arose to see where hers was too,” you explained.
 “Satisfied? Was her denial enough?”
 “She didn’t deny anything. She threw her cockiness around instead. Did she tell you that when she came running to you to get sympathy and create an even bigger wedge between us?”
 “This isn’t about her Uriah. This is about you. I thought you trusted me. I thought we’d moved past this and had turned a page and were moving forward. I thought we were stronger.”
 “I thought so too. I really tried not to come here with this. I debated it but Chris how can I look past this? If you were me, what would you have done?”
 “I wouldn’t come here accusing you or your costar or fucking!”
 “For the first half of our marriage you accused me of fucking Christiano! I just need you to explain this to me.”
 “I have nothing to explain. This wasn’t my room. She wasn’t here.”
 “So, she wasn’t in here dressed like that with you? You weren’t fucking her before this was taken?”
 He didn’t speak right away. He looked disappointed. He sighed and walked away facing his back to you.
 “I don’t think we’ll ever get past this.  The last two months were a waste of time. I thought we could move forward and be stronger because of the pain and the struggle but I don’t think we can.” He turned back to you in time for you to see a tear roll down his cheek.
 “I never lied to you. I’m not playing you either. That picture was not taken here. She’s never been in here.” He dropped his head and wiped his tears away. “I don’t think I should be here either.”
 He didn’t give you enough time to speak, he just walked out the door leaving you alone. You didn’t know what to think or believe at this point. You knew you weren’t crazy. You also knew that this bitch had shown her full hand. 
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little-diable · 19 days ago
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Merry Christmas, pet - Priest!Tom Riddle (smut)
It’s close to Christmas so I decided to let these two celebrate in the best way possible. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx
Summary: The reader visits Priest Riddle on Christmas morning to properly celebrate
Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, religious connotations, public/in a church
Pairing: Priest!Tom Riddle x fem!reader (1k words)
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The sound of her boots meeting the snow covered ground filled the air, focusing on the crunching snow. She wrapped her coat tighter around herself as the wind picked up, letting snowflakes rest on her cold cheeks while she moved closer towards the church.
A sigh of relief left her as she stepped into the warm church, shaking off the snow lingering on her before calling out his name. The scent of incense and burning candles guided her closer, wrapping itself around (y/n).
“Priest Riddle?” She called out again, placing down her coat and bag on one of the benches. It didn’t take him long to appear, stepping into the room with a soft smile lingering on his lips, eyes moving up and down her frame.
“Merry Christmas, (y/n). What brings you here?” He came to a halt in front of her, letting the scent of his cologne clash against her, high on the smell. Her fingers trembled as she reached for her bag, pulling free the box of cookies she had baked for him late at night.
“I wanted to bring you this, a small Christmas gift.” An unfamiliar softness swam in his pupils, leaving her to grin in excitement. The two of them had a strange relationship, tiptoeing along the edge whenever they were alone. He was corrupting her, and yet she didn’t back down, enjoying the way the priest toyed with her.
“How sweet of you, (y/n). But you could have waited until our evening mass.” He placed the box down before turning back to her, hands finding her waist to pull her flush against him. (Y/n)’s hands automatically found his chest, palms pressed flat against his black dress shirt while her eyes flickered between his white collar and his dangerous eyes. She could only wonder if the snake slithering through Eden looked like him, charming, set on fooling those who didn’t see through his game.
“I didn’t want to wait that long, wanted to see you much sooner.” The raspy chuckle leaving him made heat pool in her stomach, forcing her thighs to press together while he tightened his grip on her. Priest Riddle’s thumbs stroked along the fabric of her dress, enjoying the way her breath hitched in her chest like it always did when he touched her.
“Such an impatient girl. What should I do with you, huh?” One of his hands found her chin, holding it with an iron grip while his lips found hers. The relieved sigh rumbling through (y/n) only pushed him closer, deepening the kiss. Priest Riddle turned them around, sinking down on the wooden bench to pull her into his lap, spreading her thighs for his wandering hands.
It didn’t take long for him to rip her tights, brushing his fingertips over the soaked fabric of her panties. Her moans filled the empty church, echoing off the high walls that seemed to stare down on them with judging eyes. (Y/n) pressed herself further against his fingers, hoping that he would switch to his cock rather soon.
“What do you wish for, (y/n)? Tell me.” She fumbled with his belt, hoping that he’d understand what she wanted from him. But the man didn’t give in, waiting for her to speak up. She freed his hard cock first, wrapping her nimble fingers around him before finding her voice.
“I want you to fuck me, Priest Riddle. That’s all I want.” He hummed in agreement, allowing her to pump him a few times before she positioned herself over his cock. Their eyes held contact as she sank down on him, groaning at the feeling of him perfectly filling her.
A sound so sinful not even the devil could have created it left them in unison, guiding them as she moved on top of him. Almost absentmindedly her hand found the cross dangling from his neck, similar to the one dangling over the altar behind (y/n), staring down on the priest who had corrupted a once sweet girl.
“Atta girl, look at you, such a perfect pet for your priest.“ The moan leaving (y/n) made him chuckle, sinking further into the bench with his hands tightly supporting her. Her teeth had a tight grasp on her lower lip, close to drawing blood as red as the blood that had clung to the saviour's body, a river of thick substances mixing together as death and life fought for the upper hand.
“Hold on.” Her dazy mind struggled to pick up on the command, arms finding their way around his neck. Priest Riddle carried her towards the altar, setting her down on it without pulling out of her. (Y/n) trembled as she clung to him, arms and legs wrapped around the tall man who now fucked her with ferocious thrusts.
“Oh god, you’re so big.” She could feel him deep inside of her, hitting all the right spots with every thrust. No shame clung to them, all too used to giving in to their lust within these holy halls, spurred on by the sinful thrill. His ringed hand held onto her throat, thumb running over her jaw to pull her in for a teeth-clashing kiss.
Her walls fluttered around his cock, knowing that she was about to fall over the edge with a call of his name. Priest Riddle parted from (y/n)’s lips to stare down on her, enjoying the sight of her pleasure-drunken features all too much. The adrenaline thumping through their veins began to spiral, forcing them into a new dimension as they came at the same time.
The priest imprinted himself on her walls while she sobbed his name, clinging to him as if he was the only one she could trust and seek guidance from. Neither of them let go as they tried to catch their breaths, eyes holding contact.
“Merry Christmas, pet.”
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n-jil · 5 years ago
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Crowley sauntered into the bookshop, glancing around at the patrons who were reading quietly as they stood among the bookshelves. It was the sight of them that caused him to not call out to Aziraphale. He glanced down at his watch. Huh, it was 9:47 PM. Aziraphale didn’t usually keep the shop open this late.
He resolved that it would be incredibly funny to sneak up on the angel if the latter still hadn’t noticed he was here. Crowley stalked the aisles as he looked for the telltale sign of white and cream, finally spotting him near a corner, next to a grimy window.
Crowley had once been the serpent of Eden. If he knew one thing, it was how to sneak, to slither silently, unnoticed. Snakes are predators and rely on their ability to remain unseen until it’s too late. His feet didn’t make so much as a whisper as he made his way forward, eyes focused, unblinking. He came from behind, focused entirely on the angel’s fluffy, cloud-like hair and the shoulders of his cream coat. Aziraphale studiously turned the page of the book he was currently engrossed in.
‘Mr. Fell?’ a young, male voice called out, causing the angel to look up. Aziraphale spared Crowley a brief, barely surprised smile.
‘Hello, dear,’ he said softly, before announcing as he began to walk, ‘I’ll be there in a jiffy, just hold on.’
Crowley pressed his lips together in displeasure. Aziraphale put down his book, open to keep his place, then strode down the aisle, being careful not to step on any books piled atop the floor.
‘Don’t touch that book,’ he said before disappearing.
Crowley silently mocked the angel to the bookshelves. The books nor shelves laughed. He put the bottle of wine down, folded his arms, tapped his foot impatiently. He’d come here to drink with the angel, not be second to the customers. Or rather, wannabe-customers. Like the angel would part ways with any volume under his roof. Crowley could leave any trashy novel lying around, but as he’d discovered in a previous experiment, any collection of paper with words in this establishment became Aziraphale’s collection of paper and words. It didn’t matter the content.
The demon allowed a minute to go by, checking social media on his phone. But this wasn’t why he was here. He could look at Twitter on his own time. He looked down at the book Aziraphale had left. A wicked thought crossed his mind. He pushed it a bit with his index finger.
All at once the sound of the angel arguing with his customer stopped. Aziraphale cried out, ‘Crowley, don’t you dare.’
The demon couldn’t help it, he laughed out loud. He looked up into the reflection of the glass to see Aziraphale glaring at him from the ancient cash register.
So he did it again.
The angel slammed his palm down on his desk. The customer, a young man in his 20s with a battered baseball cap, looked slightly taken aback.
Crowley turned and looked at the angel and human. He leaned back against the windowsill, a smirk on his face. Come and stop me, the smirk said.
Aziraphale gave Crowley a last glare before returning to arguing with the young man.
This time, Crowley didn’t even have a chance to make contact with the book before the angel yelled out again.
‘Crowley, for the love of— for the last time, I told you to leave that book alone! There is absolutely no reason for you to be such a child about this—!’
‘I’m not touching it,’ Crowley replied innocently, moving his body so Aziraphale could see that, indeed, there was space between his finger and the leather of the book.
‘You’re like a cat that sees a glass of water and has to knock it over!’ Aziraphale yelled.
‘I’m not a cat,’ Crowley protested in earnest.
‘There is literally no reason for you to lay a hand on that book, you preposterous old serpent!’
The customer took a step back, clearly not knowing what to make of the situation. Several other customers were looking their way as well.
But Crowley still itched to touch the book. He didn’t know why, now, but now that he knew what kind of reaction he could get, he absolutely had to. That was the only thing on his mind, more important now than even drinking. He held up his hands innocently and began to walk away from the book.
‘That’s better,’ Aziraphale forced himself to say, but even he looked like he didn’t believe that was the end of Crowley’s shenanigans. He turned back to face the customer. ‘Anyhow, that is absolutely the lowest price I’m willing to go. If you’re desperate, I can recommend you another bookshop with a cheaper 1947 edition. Now, I know—’
Crowley turned and picked up the book in one swift motion, turning the page and setting it back down.
‘ANTHONY J CROWLEY,’ the angel roared. Crowley couldn’t help but laugh as he dodged into another aisle, out of Aziraphale’s sight.
‘That’s it!’ he continued. ‘Everyone, out! Out this instant! We are closed!’
There was some grumbling as customers began putting their books back, collecting their things and leaving.
‘No, you may not!’ Aziraphale replied to a voice Crowley couldn’t hear. He snaked into another aisle, listening to all the displeasure as the humans were forced out.
‘What do you suppose that’s all about?’ a voice asked in a hushed tone.
‘I’ve seen the other one before. The two, they seem to have… you know, a thing for each other.’
Crowley bristled. He was a demon, he certainly didn’t have ‘things’ for anyone. He hoped the heat in his face wasn’t too obvious. And even if it was, it was rather warmer in this corner than it was in any other corner of the bookshop.
Demons don’t blush. Snakes don’t blush. 6000-year-old immortal wreakers of havoc do not blush.
Or have ‘things’ for angels.
He let the statement (they seem to have a thing for each other) replay in his mind. Did that mean they saw something that Aziraphale was doing toward him, indicating a thing for him?
He vaguely wondered what, then shook the thought from his head.
Crowley touched his hands to his cheeks to try and cool them before slinking back into the most open area of the bookshop.
‘What is it you want, Crowley?’ Aziraphale asked in exasperation as he locked the door. At least he didn’t sound angry anymore. Crowley liked causing chaos, but he didn’t much care for Aziraphale sounding legitimately angry at him.
‘I have a ‘thing’ for you,’ Crowley smirked.
The angel looked back at him, nonplussed. Normally, the angel was slightly shorter than Crowley, but where he stood now, Crowley had to look up at him.
‘Think I left it over there,’ the demon admitted, realizing he couldn’t get the same rise out of Aziraphale.
The angel shot him another angry look and went into the corner to retrieve the wine, himself.
‘I just turned the page, angel. You should be able to find the correct one again, no problem. It’s either one forward or one back - I don’t really remember which direction.’
There was silence. Crowley sheepishly looked into the corner where he’d left Aziraphale and his book. Both, plus the bottle of wine, were missing.
‘Angel?’ Crowley asked.
Shit. Maybe he’d succeeded in actually angering the angel after all.
Crowley stalked the rows and rows of shelves. It all seemed so empty now. He refused to call out to the angel again. Crowley replayed the past ten minutes in his mind. Did Aziraphale mean that he wanted him to leave as well? When he closed the bookshop, did he intend that he wanted absolutely everyone out? Non-humans included?
The demon was on the verge of giving up when he heard footsteps behind him.
Aziraphale had two glasses, one in each hand, filled partially with red. The angel looked amiably at Crowley, the kind of look that felt like a breath of fresh air filling Crowley’s heart, and handed him one of the glasses.
‘Tell me about your day,’ the angel smiled.
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moonlitwordsandlilies · 4 years ago
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in the details with the devil
the pastel yellow canaries chipper song surrounded Caleb.  slowly breaking down into an almost hellish symphony of unrelenting, taunting. Even the sun seemed to burn and scorn him on what normally would be an almost perfect day but today clearly wasn’t going to be normal nor perfect. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Her once again and his heart dropped into the cracked weed riddled sidewalk beneath him. An all-consuming sense of panic flooded him as his legs cut through the air in a desperate attempt to flee.
Whatever was following him lingered like a shadow. A pale, ungodly tall shadow. With hair the color of dried blood almost touching the dull ground at the same time it seemed to frame a pair of pitch-black eyes.   There was something disturbingly wrong about Her. Caleb was unsure if it was the air of refinement seeping through her every movement or the look of cold hunger in her eyes that could only belong to a predator stalking their prey.
Was this death slowly getting ready to make its move or was this something else entirely. That thought stayed in his mind like a thorn in his side.
Without realizing it his legs felt weak as his nerve endings started screaming fierily. He had to put an end to this game of cat and mouse, but how?  
Caleb’s answer came not in the form of a sanctuary but instead the glossy warm brown walls of Mc. Thistle’s book emporium. Caleb crashed into the rickety wooden door so hard for a second, he swore the small bell-shaped glass panel built into the wood almost shattered.  The door gave way dramatically leading to Caleb slipping and falling like an old cartoon character before landing on the hardwood floor with a sickening thud. Panic still clung to him as he forced his now aching body upwards. As soon as his feet hit the ground, he dashed to the very end of the store making the hundred or so identical mahogany bookshelves blur past.
Pushing the faces of the startled customers out of his mind, instead Caleb focused on his hallow footsteps and the hair standing up on the back of his neck like a threatened cat. Caleb darted into the slim yet comforting alley of bookcases. Finally, he collapsed into a scrunched shaking heap as his heart slowed down to an acceptable speed. Through deep breaths a calmness appeared like an odd warm embrace that had been missing since this morning.  
The sound of books being opened, and pages being flipped with a crisp rustle filled the store. A few sun beams made almost fairy-tale like markings on the floor.  This is it. This bookstore was Caleb’s Eden even just for a few minutes longer it remained a paradise. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end and in this case the end came slowly. Starting with a shift in the environment. The room became tense like a horror movie leaping off the screen. A high-pitched humming filled the spaces in-between shuttered gasps.  The world crumbled around Caleb as everything clicked fatally late.
 No. no. no. not them god not them!. Caleb’s mind screamed at him.  he should have listened it wasn’t a joke every word about the boss being the devil was true and now Caleb was going to face Satan’s own flesh and blood.  
The humming stopped making a sharp chill run up his spine. Without thinking he backed up causing books to fall like fresh rain nocking many lose pages free.
“the bible really you’re trying to scare me off that badly, I will have you know most of it is lies! I never fell” said a cold voice with a bit of a bite near the end.
“you... you... Satan spawn!” bleated Caleb.
“I was wondering how long it would take you” they paused “I’m in fact yours truly Lucifer”
All the colour drained from his face as he stared into her eyes.  His throat became dryer then sand as he toyed with the idea of death, mostly his own. For a second Caleb got up the courage to ask why lucifer was there but he knew of his unpaid debt. So instead, he choked out a “what are you”
Lucifer looked down at the shaking man only a few feet away from her. She strode towards him allowing wisps of almost golden hellfire to nip at her heal before spreading to the lose pages.
“I’m an angel. but not like the ones you know for I am an original. You see I am hell born.” her voice was proud and stronger then ever.
A soft sound filled the awkward silence, it was animalistic like a bird getting ready to soar into the sky. Soon a black mass rose from lucifer’s back like an ice burg peaking out of the sea, it all blended together blocking everything in Caleb’s eyesight except for lucifer, like huge inky silk curtains. There was something alluring about it though as if he were in a daze but the longer, he gazed the more the blob took shape into four pairs of thick midnight-black wings; every feather was perfectly groomed. Unfazed by the spectacle she just put on, Lucifer let out the same bone chilling hum as before.
Caleb found this hum oddly comforting, and motherly with a frosty touch to it.  If this was the last thing he heard, it seemed fitting as if it were deaths lullaby luring him to the eternal slumber that awaited. A second sound joined, the humming turning it into an orchestra of sorts. The sound was the slithering of a dark emerald, green snake longer than both of his arms combined.  There where whispers of spoken words between pet and master and Caleb heard a single name Apple. Then the snakes focus snapped back him to with a killer look in their eyes before it spilled down her arms and shoulders like liquid metal.  before Caleb could blink a cold leathery feeling wrapped around him getting tighter gradually. A shrill hacking sound filled the room as a pale-yellow canary’s feather fell from the snake’s wide-open mouth.  
 “you know. Angels are like canaries, pretty little songbirds trapped in a grand cage although, two birds managed to break free of that cage. but don’t worry about that you’ll meet them very very soon. “Lucifer half mused half declared.
With that time slowed down as Caleb’s last moments came and went. Ending with a single snap followed by a painful squeeze and pop.
Everything went black and weightless ...
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ourownsideimagines · 6 years ago
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Hide My Wings Tonight (Crowley x Fem!Angel!Reader)
Characters: Angel!Reader (Female), Crowley, brother!Aziraphale
Requested: Yes
Requested by: @jinxthequeergirl
Point of View: Third Person limited
Warnings: Slight angst, minimal editing, I may have cussed???
Words:  2970
A/N: Please stop asking for a part two. There is a link to the continuation of this fic on my blog.
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A lot of angels had counterparts -- siblings, you might call them. Gabriel had Sandalphon. Uriel had Michael. And Aziraphale had (name). (Name) was kind, gentle, and understanding. There was never a moment when she would leave his side, for fear he might lose his own head should she even turn away. Together they protected the Garden of Eden - Aziraphale with his flaming sword, and (name) with her ethereal whip.
That was, until he came around. A serpent risen from the depths of hell, broken through the Earth to tempt Adam and Eve into eating what God deemed the forbidden fruit. For a moment, she lost sight of her brother, and feared for the worst. When she caught sight of him atop the high wall, she flew quickly to his side, seeing for the first time Adam and Eve leaving the garden.
“You can’t do that to me.” She told Aziraphale. “You can’t just go off and not tell me.”
“The garden isn’t that big, my dear sister.” He told her. “I only left you for a few minutes.”
“You should know that anything can happen in a few minutes, brother.” She scolded him. “I thought something bad may have happened to you and-” She paused, frowning. “Where’s your sword?” She asked. Aziraphale opened his mouth to answer, but shut it when the serpent slithered his way beside them, morphing into his human form - a tall man with long, red hair, and eyes like gold, slit black down the middle. The eyes of a snake - of a demon. He was gazing out at Adam and Eve. (Name) thought, after what he’d done, he would look proud. But he didn’t. He looked bored.
“Well that went down like a lead balloon.” He said smoothly, not sparing a glance towards the angels.
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Aziraphale looked happy at the change of subject, albeit still nervous to be standing so close to a demon. (Name) was intrigued by the newcomer though. She noted the small snake tattoo adoring the side of his face, just below his sideburns, and his wings, which were dark as the night sky.
“I said, ‘well that went down like a lead balloon.’” The serpent repeated himself, finally turning to look at the pair.
“Yes, yes,” Aziraphale agreed. “It did, rather.”
“Bit of an overreaction if you ask me.” Said the serpent. “First offence and everything.” (Name) wanted to agree with him, but thought better of it. “I can’t see what’s so bad about knowing the difference between good and evil anyway.”
“Well it must be bad... “ Aziraphale started.
“Crawly,” The serpent introduced himself.
“Crawly,” Aziraphale repeated, and (name) gave him a look, one that was telling him to choose his words carefully. “Otherwise you wouldn’t have tempted them into it.”
“Oh, well, they just said ‘get up there and make some trouble.’”
“Well obviously, you’re a demon.”
“Azi,” (Name) warned quietly.
“It’s what you do.” Aziraphale finished, ignoring his sister.
“It’s not very subtle of the Almighty, though.” Crawly said. “Fruit tree in the middle of a garden with a ‘don’t touch’ sign.” Crawly looked back over the desert outside of Eden. “Why not put it on top of a high mountain,”
“Or on the moon.” He and (name) said at the same time. Crawly and Aziraphale gave (name) a look, and she coughed, brushing off the comment she had made. There was a moment of tense silence before Crawly continued.
“Makes you wonder what God’s really planning.”
“Best not to speculate.” Aziraphale turned away again, craning his neck to see if he could still spot Adam and Eve. “It’s all part of the great plan. It’s not for us to understand.”
“Would be nice, though.” (Name) sighed, and Aziraphale gave her a look. She shrugged.
“It’s ineffable.” The word made (name) roll her eyes. She’d heard it a lot upstairs, and from Aziraphale.
“The Great Plan’s ineffable?” Crawly asked, brows furrowing.
“Exactly.” Aziraphale nodded. (Name) noticed Crawly’s gaze, searching her brother for something. “It is beyond understanding, and incapable of being put into words-”
“Didn’t you have a flaming sword?” He asked suddenly. (Name) could almost hear Aziraphale’s heart leap out of his throat. She turned to Aziraphale with a smirk.
“Yeah, Azi, didn’t you?”
“Uh-”
“You did. It was flaming like anything. What happened to it?” Crawly narrowed his eyes.
“Uh-um..” Aziraphale began to look around frantically, trying to find a way out.
“Lost it already, have you?”
“The Almighty will not be happy about that.” (Name) piped in.
“Gave it away…” Aziraphale muttered.
“You what?” Crowley’s eyes widened in astonishment, as did (name)’s. She couldn’t honestly say she was too surprised, but the fact he’d done it without telling her hurt. Did he think she wouldn’t have supported his decision?
“I gave it away!” Aziraphale repeated. “There are vicious animals. It’s cold out there! And, she’s expecting already!” He defended. “So I said ‘here you go, flaming sword, don’t thank me, and don’t let the sun go down on you here.’” He sighed, and (name) took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze which he returned gratefully. “I do hope I didn’t do the wrong thing.”
“Oh, you’re angels.” Crawly started. “I don’t think you can do the wrong thing.”
“Oh- oh, oh thank- oh thank you.” Aziraphale hugged his sister’s hand close to his chest in his excitement. “It’s been bothering me.” Out in the distance, (name) could faintly see the figures of Adam and Eve defending off what she believed to be called a lion.
“I’ve been worrying too,” Crawly admitted. “What if I did the right thing with the whole ‘eat the apple’ business?” (Name) glanced at him again and met his gaze. “A demon can get into a lot of trouble for doing the right thing.” He told them. (Name) winced when she heard the slice of Aziraphale’s sword through the lion’s skin, a final and deadly blow. Crawly turned his gaze back to her brother. “It would be funny if we both got it wrong, eh? If I did the good thing and you did the bad one?” He said, chuckling. Aziraphale chuckled as well, until he understood the implications and stopped cold, causing (name) to snort.
“No.” He said defensively. “It wouldn’t be funny at all.”
Overhead, a group of dark clouds began to gather. (Name) lifted her wings, using one to cover Crawly and the other to cover her brother moments before water began falling from the sky. She feared, for a moment, that it might have been holy water and Crawly would be burned. But as the rain hit her skin, she knew it was nothing but plain liquid. She kept her wings up nonetheless.
“We shall see in time.” She sighed, smiling upward at the sky, clueless to Crawly watching her in wonder.
Years passed. Hundreds of years that turned into thousands. And somehow the angel’s path’s always crossed with the demons. (Name) would go as far as to consider him a friend, though she would never tell that to her brother, or even the demon himself. She’d never admit it out loud but she enjoyed his company, enjoyed talking with him, and enjoyed listening to him go on. She had been the one to convince her brother into the agreement, less because she thought it was a good arrangement and more because it gave her reason to see Crowley.
She was utterly infatuated with him by the 19th century, something she knew would get her into trouble had she bothered to make a move on it. Not that she had to worry about it for long, because in late 1862 Crowley finally went too far. (Name) hadn’t been able to make it to their meeting, having secretly acquired some books she planned to give her brother as a present, but when he arrived back there was nothing stopping his temper.
“I cannot believe him! The nerves on that foul demon!” Aziraphale huffed out angrily, pacing the shop.
“Oh, brother, what has he done this time, and what do I need to do about it?”
“You will do nothing!” He snapped suddenly, she was taken aback. In all their years, Aziraphale had never once commanded her against something. “You will not speak to that demon again.” He raged.
“And, why, dear brother, is that.” She seethed out, trying to contain her anger.
“Because he had the nerve to ask for holy water.” (Name)’s eyes widened in surprise.
“You… you’re sure?”
“Positive!” Her brother finally fell into his chair. “I told him no. I wasn’t about to give him a suicide pill.”
“Did he say what he wanted it for?” (Name) slowly lowered themselves into a seat of their own, shock still setting in. She couldn’t imagine why Crowley might want holy water. She hadn’t noticed that she was crying until the first tear fell off her cheek onto her hand. She wiped them away before Aziraphale could even notice.
“Insurance.” Her brother sneered. She’d never seen him so upset. Maybe, she thought, maybe her brother did care about the demon, in some form or another. Maybe… “I don’t want you talking to him again. He’s not going to stop until he gets what he wants, I can feel it (name).” (Name) was sad to say that she agreed. She couldn’t be anywhere near him if he wanted something like that.
In the past few centuries she’d come to a conclusion - there wasn’t anything she wouldn’t do for her demon. There were plenty of things he has asked of her that, had anyone else asked her, she would have refused. And she had refused more than half the things he asked of her, but all it took was one look and (name) would give in.
(Name)’s heart told her to go find him, to yell at him for being so stupid, to demand answers. But she did not. She did not go to him, and she did not allow herself to cry again.
Years passed. Almost a full century, in fact, and there wasn’t one day she did not wonder where he might be. She never voiced her concern though, Aziraphale refused to acknowledge that the demon existed. She put on a brave face, despite the shattered pieces of her heart that she hid inside her chest.
Then, it happened. Aziraphale promised it would be a quick in-and-out job. He was simply going to accompany a British spy inside a church, and arrest a couple of Nazi’s. He would be home by morning, he promised. Over the radio, she heard the news of the bombs dropping. She’d been doing the dishes by hand, enjoying the simple humane act when she heard where the bombs dropped, and a dish slipped from her hand and shattered on the ground.
(Name) and Aziraphale had never been discorperated before. There were a few occasions in which she remembered coming close, but she never imagined it would ever actually happen. She didn’t know how to react. If she were to be honest, she didn’t believe it. If he was really gone, she would feel it, she was positive about that. Maybe he had gotten our before the drop happened?
After fixing the plate, (name) decided she would wait in the main part of the bookshop. She sat there for no longer than three hours when she heard a key in the door.
She cried in relief, allowing her tears to fall as she stood. The door swung open and Aziraphale stepped inside, the books gathered in a much nicer case than the ropes he’d taken them out in. (Name) rushed to him, throwing her arms around his shoulders. For a moment, he was taken aback, but quickly wrapped his arms around her.
“The people on the radio said the bomb dropped on the church.” She whispered. “I thought you got discorporated.”
“He would have been,” (Name)’s heart skipped a beat, and she allowed herself a glance over Aziraphale’s shoulder. Crowley had entered the shop, closing the door behind himself. He was dressed sharply in a suit and tie, his usual sunglasses, and a fedora. He removed his hat, revealing short hair that he’d slicked back. “But lucky him, I was just around the corner and willing to pop on in to help.”
“Crowley.” She swallowed thickly. “Hello.” Aziraphale gave her a gentle squeeze before letting her ago.
“Hello, (name).” He smiled gently, and (name)’s heart slowly began to piece itself back together. She turned away quickly.
“I’ll make some tea.”
“No, no, that’s fine, I’ll be leaving shortly. Just came in to see how the shop was doing.” There was some truth to what he said, that she knew.
“A lot more books since the last time.”
“Well it has been a century.” Aziraphale brushed it off, clearly still upset about the whole holy water business, but not upset enough to kick Crowley out. “Are you sure you don’t want some tea, old friend? (Name) makes quite an amazing cup.” Crowley stood there for a minute pondering, and for a moment (name) was afraid he would refuse.
“Why not. But just the one. I’ve got places to be.” With that night, the arrangement started again, but the angels knew Crowley was still itching to get his hands on holy water. To her surprise, Crowley never asked her to get it for him. Maybe, after what happened with Aziraphale, he’d assumed the same thing would happen if he asked her. Which wasn’t true - she probably would have gotten some in a heartbeat.
It wasn’t until Aziraphale and (name) heard about his church heist that it became a problem.
“I’m not going to let him go through all this trouble for something like this!” (Name) shouted. She didn’t usually shout, especially not at Aziraphale. She couldn’t remember the last time they argued like this. It had been quite a few centuries.
“It could kill him, (name)!”
“You think I don’t know that, Aziraphale?!” She snapped. “I know damn well what even one drop of this… stuff,” she shook the thermos of holy water at him. “Could do to him.”
“Then why in heaven’s name are you giving it to him?!”
“Because I care about him, and if something goes wrong tonight I will never forgive myself!” She held the thermos close to her chest, turning quickly away from her brother. “I’ll be back in a couple hours.” Aziraphale called out to her as she left, but she stormed from the store in a huff.
She had a vague idea of where she could find Crowley. And she would spend hours searching for him, if that was what it took. But when she saw the mess of red hair getting into a dark Bentley she sighed in relief. Despite the pounding in her chest, she willed herself into his passengers seat. He’d barely gotten seated when he realized she was there.
“Oh, hello there Angel.” He smiled at her, but it dropped when he saw her expression. “Whatever it was, I swear I didn’t do it.”
“You’re an absolute idiot.” She murmured, knowing that her voice would crack if she even tried to talk louder. “Do you have any idea how dangerous what your planning is?” Crowley frowned.
“You know.”
“We work in Soho. We hear things.” She turned her head away, quickly wiping at her eyes before her tears could fall. This was much harder than she imagined it would be. “You can’t go through with it.”
“Oh, why do you care?” He scoffed. “It’s not going to affect you.”
“But it will.” She croaked, and it caught the demon’s attention. She took in a few deep breaths, attempting to calm herself down. “If something goes wrong, and you…” she let out a shaky sigh. She didn’t even want to think about what could happen. “I’d blame myself for the rest of my life.” She lifted up her hands, holding out the thermos. “Call off the heist. Please.” Her hands were shaking. For a moment she feared the thermos would fall.
“Is that…” Crowley slowly reached out, placing his hands on the thermos. She flinched, afraid that somehow it would burn him through the container, but he was fine.
“Yes.” She pulled her hands away, wiping again at her eyes. “You can call off the heist now.” There's a moment of total silence.
“Thank you.” He said. (Name) let out a deep sigh. “Is there anywhere I could take you?”
“No.” She said. “I’d better get back to the shop. Aziraphale isn’t too happy with me.” She reaches for the door handle, but stops when Crowley suddenly takes her hand. She looked at him, cheeks flushed red as he presses a small kiss to the back of her hand. He’s peering at her from over his sunglasses, allowing her to see his eyes for the first time in what felt like forever.
God save her, she loved his eyes.
“If I can do anything for you, angel, anything at all. Let me know.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. She nods slowly, but doesn’t move.
Aziraphale would kill her if he found out, but she couldn’t help herself. She leaned in, placing one hand gently on his cheek and pressing her lips to his other. She felt him grab her elbow gently, and after a few moments she pulled back.
“Please, be careful with it.” She whispered, ignoring how close in proximity he was. He nodded slowly.
“Yeah… yeah, okay. I promise.” She resisted the temptation to kiss him. Lord knew she wanted to - but she couldn’t, not now. She smiled gently before pulling away, slipping out of the Bentley and walking swiftly away before her heart could convince her to go back.
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lady-divine-writes · 5 years ago
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In the Beginning ... (Rated PG)
What if Aziraphale’s job on Earth, in part, was to keep an eye on Crowley because God realized She’d made a mistake banishing him from Heaven? (2378 words)
Notes: I’m sure other people have written this, but here’s mine XD
“Aziraphale?”
A holy light shines down upon the angel currently scrambling to fit the last grey brick from a rather large hole in the great stone wall back into place. He spins around quickly in response, nearly twisting an ankle in the soft, disturbed earth.
“Yes, Almighty?” he replies, shielding his eyes from a glare that glows brighter second by second, as if God’s goal is to blind him on the spot. “H-how may I help you?” He worries his hands, then throws them behind his back so as not to bring attention to the fact that something those hands should be holding, something the Almighty gave him specifically to do his job, is now gone, paving its flaming way to the outskirts, clutched tightly in the hands of the first man protecting the first woman, both of them banished to the wilds beyond.
Banished for disobeying God, which he, too, has done.
‘Heaven help me,’ Aziraphale thinks, which smacks of irony seeing as he’s begging for help from those he’s just betrayed.
Any way he looks at it, he’s doomed.
He hopes Adam and Eve don’t walk too quickly. He may be catching up with them in a minute.
“Aziraphale, my dear,” God says, Her voice motherly sweet. “Come. Stand with me. I desire to talk with you.”
“All right,” Aziraphale agrees. No sooner does he say it then he’s standing at his post overlooking the Garden of Eden, and the apple tree he’d been tasked to guard.
The one that slipped his notice right when a giant snake tempted Eve into eating the fruit she’d been warned to avoid.
‘This is it. Banishment.’ He steals a final look at the glorious Paradise he’ll never set eyes upon again. He just got this appointment, too. It was a stepping stone, coming on the heels of another promotion set to begin soon.
Now, he’s finished.
But would he change a thing? he asks himself privately. If the situation presented itself again, would he do anything different? Would he second-guess giving up something valuable, something God-given, to protect the vulnerable and the innocent?
No, he answers honestly. He doesn’t think he would.
Aziraphale stands in silence beside the shaft of light, God’s ethereal form, for some time, ready to defend himself and his actions, before it becomes too much for him and he clears his throat to speak.
“God?” he starts. “Might I inquire as to what it is you wish to speak to me about?”
God heaves a heavy sigh.
A disappointed sigh.
Aziraphale’s stomach drops to his feet.
“Aziraphale,” she says sorrowfully, “I may have made a mistake.”
“That … that doesn’t make sense. You don’t make mistakes.”
“I created the concept of a mistake. I definitely make them.”
“What kind of mistake?” Aziraphale asks when he knows he should be holding his tongue. A sudden chill freezes him solid. Why would God be confiding in him this which sounds so utterly important if it didn’t concern him directly? “Is it me? Am … am I the mistake?”
“No, my love. You are not a mistake. Not by a long shot.”
Aziraphale sighs so deeply he shrinks a foot. “That’s a relief.”
“Do you see that demon over there?” God directs her light on the apple tree, the Tree of Knowledge, and a scaled, red-bellied creature slithering swiftly out of sight.
“I … I see a serpent.”
“Look with your third eye.”
The serpent burrows into the earth then as if it knows it’s being watched. Aziraphale squints to catch a glimpse of it past God’s golden glow before it disappears. “Ah, yes. I see now.”
“Just like you, that demon was once an angel. But now …” Another heavy sigh “… he is Fallen.”
“H-how? Why?” The words slip past his tongue before he can think better of it. He shudders with the feeling that he’s taking a huge risk questioning God.
“I banished him. Tossed him out of Paradise,” She explains succinctly and says nothing more. “And I realize now that I may have been a bit hasty with that decision.”
“If you feel you have made a mistake,” Aziraphale says, choosing his words carefully, “why not reverse it? Bring him back?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“It’s not?”
“Unfortunately, no. You see, all of my creations have their part to play in the Universe. And when I set them on their path, no matter what that path is, how it may change, they must remain, headed in one direction. Once an angel is Fallen, there is no way they can return. That’s where I’m hoping you come in.”
Aziraphale looks away from the hole the serpent escaped into and up at the light that is God. “Wh-what do you mean?”
“You and he are similar. You have the same pure heart, you cling to the same truths, though you execute them differently. You’re opposite sides of the same coin.”
Aziraphale frowns. “Coin?”
“You’ll find out about those later,” God dismisses. “I need you to help me keep an eye on him, Aziraphale.”
Aziraphale nods. This he understands. “So that his doing Evil deeds doesn’t prevail over the greater good.” He folds his hands in front of his stomach and puffs his chest with pride of his appointment. “Gabriel already told me.”
“Gabriel is wrong. Though, by the time the two of you meet, you won’t remember I’ve said that. In fact, you won’t remember this conversation at all.”
“Why won’t I?”
“Free will. In order for you to take this particular assignment, you can’t remember that it is an assignment.”
“Forgive me for my confusion, but what exactly is it you need me to do?” Aziraphale asks, mildly disappointed that the great role he was supposed to play in the evolution of the Earth, the inspiration of all humanity, may now be changed, demoted, due to the fate of one single demon.
“I need you to make sure nothing too bad happens to him, Aziraphale. Oh, he’ll do Evil. He’s a demon, and as such, must do demonic things, but … I want him to know that no matter what, he is loved.”
“If … if you erase my memory then how will I remember to do that?”
“You won’t need to.” God chuckles. “Within five minutes of meeting you, he’s going to fall hopelessly in love with you.”
Aziraphale’s face scrunches. “Really?”
“Yes. From this day forward, he’ll devise plans to ensure that the two of you forever meet throughout time.”
“Yes, I see. I suppose you’ve … you’ve planned it that way.”
“You underestimate yourself, my dear. That I will play little part in.”
“But … don’t you control everything?”
“Again, it’s confusing. The only answer I can give you is yes and no. Will you do it?”
“Why are you asking me? Can’t you simply make me do what you want? Set me in motion the way you set him in motion?” With a wince, Aziraphale notices how bitter that came across. He doesn’t question God’s ways, but that doesn’t mean he always appreciates Her line of thinking.
“No. Not when it comes to love. You have to decide this for yourself or it won’t turn out the same. The outcome won’t be genuine. Also edicts of this nature would need to pass through the head office, and I don’t want the Archangels knowing about this request. It’s top secret.”
“Top secret?” Aziraphale repeats, tossing God’s request over and over in his head. Down below he sees the serpent surface again. It looks up at them, tilts its head, and grins (if a serpent can grin. Normal serpents can’t but a demonic serpent probably can …). It ducks beneath the earth once more and disappears. “If I do this, will it be for the good of humanity?”
“Yes? No? Possibly? This one time, that can’t be the crux of your decision making.”
Aziraphale’s eyes unfocus as he considers what God has said. He feels better knowing that this assignment isn’t a demotion, but he still has to wonder … why him? Why would God choose a principality for something like this, especially if it’s this important? Wouldn’t an Archangel be better suited for a mission of this kind? Keeping tabs on a demon should fall somewhere in their purview.
Unless this top secret mission isn’t as important as God is making it out to be and just a fancy way of assigning Aziraphale to babysitting duty.
“Will he really fall in love with me?” Aziraphale asks, unsure why it matters. It should matter because he’s a being of love, but it surprises him how much that doesn’t seem to enter into his thinking. It matters because it matters, whether he can explain why that is or not.
“Yes,” God says, matter-of-factly.
“Will I … fall in love with him?”
“Eventually, but it’ll take a bit longer.”
“H-how long?”
“That depends on you, Aziraphale. But right now, time is running short. The demon is coming, so I need to know how you wish to proceed.”
“I think I should …” Aziraphale pauses when Gabriel’s voice, of all things, leaps into his brain.
“Your job on Earth will be to inspire humanity.”
“Inspire humanity to do what?”
“To be good. Follow the rules. And to, you know, love … one another,” the Archangel replied uncomfortably.
“Yes, of course,” Aziraphale said. “I read that in the literature I received. Thank you for that, by the way. What I need to know is how, exactly, am I supposed to do that? I have a general idea but what are my parameters? Do I have any guidelines?”
Gabriel blew out a breath and made a face. “Not really my department.”
“Oh,” Aziraphale replied, as lost then as he is right now.
Did anyone in Heaven know what was going on?
Inspire humanity. Inspire them to be good. To be compassionate and kind. To be loyal to God.
To help one another. Love one another.
That was a huge undertaking, no matter how Gabriel sneered and smirked when he mentioned it.
Aziraphale could do both jobs in tandem – inspire humanity and look after this demon. So no, not a demotion. Besides, it’s a top secret mission bestowed upon him by God Herself! Is he really going to say no?
It’s the love aspect that he’s having trouble wrapping his mind around. Love humanity he understood. But love a demon? And not necessarily for the sake of humanity? That part has been left to interpretation, apparently, but that’s not the point.
Love a demon.
A demon who will fall in love with him.
And make sure he knows God loves him still.
Because God may have made a mistake.
Oh, and fall in love himself, as if that’s something he can easily overlook.
That’s everything!
His stomach takes a turn and dammit! Why wasn’t he looking after that stupid apple tree the way he’d been supposed to!?
He doesn’t feel prepared to make this decision on the fly. He hasn’t entirely come to terms with what eternity as a whole will hold for him. This is the beginning. What happens in the middle?
What happens at the end!?
But while he ponders these quandaries, his mouth speaks unexpectedly for him.
“I’ll do it,” his mouth decides.
“Excellent!”
“Yes, excellent,” Aziraphale mutters, shuffling uncomfortably in place. “So, when do I begin?”
“Somewhere around … now.”
Aziraphale hears a sharp crack, like fingers snapping. Or could it be thunder? He thought he saw a fork of lightning out in the distance. Thunder would surely follow. Still, he can’t help the feeling that he was talking to someone about something important, but he can’t remember where they left off.
Or who they were.
“Sorry. What was that?” Aziraphale looks about him, confused. He’s at his post on top of the wall, the Eastern Gate of Eden, only he can’t recall how he got there. He’d been down in the garden giving those poor people his sword. He’d finished repairing the wall when he saw a light. He thought the Almighty had caught him, come to reprimand him, but now he’s back here.
Why can’t he remember what happened in between?
He turns his head left and right, then left again when the body of a snake rises up and transforms into the human-shaped figure of a demon dressed in long black robes and spreading glossy black wings.
“I said, ‘Well, that one went down like a lead balloon,’” the demon says, staring out over Eden forlorn, as if searching for a way home.
Aziraphale straightens, unnerved by the thousand nonsensical emotions erupting inside his brain, bursting like poppies with explosive colors and pungent aromas, dizzying him with unasked questions. “Oh,” he says, coming back to himself. “Yes, it did, rather.”
***
“Angel …”
Aziraphale startles. He turns and looks at his companion handing him the bottle of wine they’ve been sharing.
“Hmm?” he says in response.
“What if the Almighty planned it this way all along?” Crowley asks, gazing across the bus stop bench at Aziraphale, serpent eyes behind dark lenses hoping for an answer, some insight that only an angel might have that he is too far removed from. “From the very beginning?”
“Could have.” Aziraphale grabs the bottle by the neck and takes a swig. It tastes bitter, like truth. The realization that this ineffable plan – ineffable game, really – that God has devised isn’t just for the world, but for all Her creations, including them. They had played a part in it, too, regardless of how small, impotent, and in the end, unimportant that part was. But that begs the question - if saving the world wasn’t their particular goal then what was? What did they get out of all of this? Had the world exploded, they would have survived one way or the other. So why involve them?
The thing they got out of it, Aziraphale discovered, is the thing he refuses to acknowledge yet - not because it’s bad (in his eyes) but because it would be selfish of him to do so.
They got one another.
Was that part of God’s plan, too?
Aziraphale shrugs.
He’s not drunk enough to decide.
“I wouldn’t put it past Her.”
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A Snek's Birthday Pt. 2
This is the second part for the first one here, X. 
Deceit walked into his room and slammed the door behind him closed with his foot. Eyes remaining on his bed as he set the cake on the side of his desk.
Then dropped his hat on the floor before plopping down on his back on the bed, letting out a dramatic sigh.
He called out into his darkroom, "Eden." And held his hand out over the bed for his snake to climb on to.
But as the minutes ticked by he felt nothing.
"Eden?" He repeated, worry starting to build up in his chest. He sat up, looking around his room but didn't see her anywhere.
"Jasper? Judas? Eloise? Horace?" Again silence and no movement. He leaned over his bed looking around the ground and underneath, seeing nothing.
He quickly jumped off, ready to tear apart his room until he found them. Hell, he was ready to break into the light side's part of the mindscape if it came to it.
His bed was flipped and his clothes scattered the ground from both the closet and dresser before he finally spotted a horrendously colored note on his desk with green and brown glitter circling it.
And knew who had written it based on the sloppy attempt at cursive and inappropriate doodles on the corners.
'Hi, double dee!
You may notice that your snakes are missing and that you haven't seen my sexy ass today. Well, your snakes looked lonely as hell.
So I have taken them hostage!
Come to my room with a ransom of that cake you made and formal attire(not your courtroom one)!
See you then my slimy serpent!
~ From your incredibly hot roommate!'
Deceit stared at the note for a long minute before muttering to himself, "I'm going to kill him."
He had no theories on what Remus could be working on or planning. Nothing he could think of that would require him dressed up and his cake that sat pathetically on his desk.
But he knew better than to try showing up without doing everything Remus wanted. Past experience proved that.
So he grabbed a gold and black tux and tie, before placing his hat back on. Fixing his hair only slightly in the cracked mirror. He could already tell that whatever the rat-man was planning would ruin his outfit.
Deceit grabbed the cake and left his room with a harsh door slam then was probably necessary, before stomping off to Remus' room with a dark glare.
The hallway that he walked down grew dark with each step. More cracks and stains appeared on the walls and ceiling the closer he reached the room. And the door with a long crack down the center stood ominously at the end of it.
But when he kicked open the door, he was shocked to see the room quiet for once. It was unnerving. Like an abandoned clown park at night that had the lights on but no one in sight.
And Remus was nowhere in sight. He looked around, looking for any clue that his dumbass roommate might have left behind.
And soon found another note hanging on the wall by a sharpened candy cane.
'Oops! Did I say my room?
I meant my brother's side (barf) of the imagination! Love the tux btw!
Love ya!'
Deceit growled lowly at the scavenger hunt he was being sent on. "If they are not in Roman's side, I'm shaving his mustache." He knew Remus was watching him based on the note, so he knew his threat was being heard.
He sunk out of Remus' room and into the imagination, barely able to keep the cake from toppling over when he rose back up.
He looked around, seeing he was in a forest and realized he had no clue where to go next. The imagination, as far as he knew, was endless.
He began walking, trying to find any type of path but was quickly taken off guard by the trees disappearing and the area around him turning entirely black.
He hissed threateningly but something then covered his eyes. The things were taken out of his arms as he was lifted up into someone's arms and his hands bound together.
"Put me down, Remus!" He shouted, struggling in the iron grip. Panic rushing through his veins of what the side could be planning. His roommate was unpredictable and even he was not safe what he will do.
"I'm offended by that! We may brothers but we are nothing alike!"
Deceit paused at the voice. "Roman?"
"Hey Deceit, what a coincidence seeing you here."
"Shit," he hissed before trying to explain himself, "I wasn't trying to cause any problems this time. Your brother took-"
"Your snakes? Yeah I know, it was my idea after all."
"...what?"
Roman continued casually as he adjusted his grip on Deceit, "Well we had to get you here somehow."
The first thought he had was if sides could die.
Because the brothers never worked together unless there was a common enemy. And he couldn't figure out what he did that was the snapping point for them. Sure, he irritated them both at times but nothing could've been that severe that it resulted in this.
Right?
Nothing he did deserves death or for him to be locked up in some dungeon to rot. He tried convincing himself that but all the things he has done to either of them came forward and all hope began to diminish.
He didn't know how long the walk was and anytime he tried to get any information out of the creative side was ignored. So he decided to taunt instead. Because if he was going to die, then he was going to go out pissing everyone around him off.
"This isn't what I would consider princely Roman. Taking after your brother finally?" The creative side tensed under him before laughing.
"Wow, you have to try harder than that to get under my skin." he opened his mouth to prove how much he could slither underneath but was interrupted. "Quiet, we're here."
He was set down, and his arms held firmly to keep him from stumbling around.
"Alright, you ready?" Deceit wasn't sure if he was the one being talked to and Roman didn't wait for confirmation. "One, two three-" the blindfold was the ripped from his eyes and he flinched back at the loud pops and yelling that followed right after.
He shut his eyes, hitting against Roman and waiting for the impact. But when nothing happened he opened his eyes confused.
All the other sides and Thomas were standing there with masquerade masks and poppers. A banner hung overhead with the words 'Happy Birthday D!' Gold and black decorations were everyone along with confetti that littered the floor. His sad-looking cake sat on the table next to one that was three times it in height.
Roman placed a hand on his shoulder, asking concerned, "Are you okay?"
"You...You brought me here..to celebrate my birthday?!" He turned around smacking Roman in the arm with his still tied hands. "You two are the biggest idiots I have ever met! You scared the shit out of me!"
Remus began cackling behind him loudly as Roman began giggling at his reaction. Starting to untie his hands and when they were released he quickly flipped off the light side.
"I'm sorry!" He replied, not looking the least bit. "I had to get you here somehow and with how skeptical you, kidnapping was the idea. Remus wanted to knock you out and put you in a bag."
Deceit then stiffened up and turned to the other brother. "That reminds me. Where are my snakes?" As thankful as he was for the surprise birthday party, he needed to know that they were safe.
"They're fine, I returned them as soon as you left your room." He glanced at Roman who gave him a nod of confirmation.
Patton then piped in, "Alright, now that everything's cleared up. Let's start the party! I call karaoke first, unless Deceit wants to go first?" The snake quickly shook his head making Patton grin and run over to the machine. Roman gasped dramatically before following after him, demanding to be the first instead.
Logan gave Deceit a quiet nod and small smile that he returned. And Thomas gave him a nervous smile but was mostly distracted by Remus sucking in helium straight from the tank.
He then looked over to Virgil who had taken off his mask and was now looking at him. He was half expecting for the emo to hiss at him or send a glare.
But Virgil then held out his arms, making Deceit's mismatched eyes widen in shock.
He met his eyes, asking a silent question that got him a nod and a small smile. He hesitantly took a step forward before rushing into his old friend's arms and hugging him back tightly.
Virgil laughed softly, resting his chin on Deceit's head as the smaller side held onto him like he would disappear.
"What did you miss me or something?" He joked.
Deceit replied, refusing to move away, "Of course not, I dread your existence."
"Well in that case-" he began pulling away but Deceit held him tighter with a threatening hiss that Virgil couldn't help but snort at.
"Alright, but I want to get some punch. Remus spiked it and Roman doesn't know yet."
"You going to tell him?"
"Hell no, this party needs to end with someone passed out drunk in the garbage." Deceit laughed quietly, looking over to the other sides who had started singing.
He knew he would get teased tomorrow for the sappy grin, but at the moment he didn't care.
At the moment, he was at peace.
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