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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 year ago

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Santa Comunione

Part I // Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Reader

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Summary: Hannibal Lecter often does things just to see what happens… and seducing a holy woman is one of those things.

WC: 3.9k words

Warnings: MINORS DNI THIS FIC IS 18+, Corruption, Blasphemy (?), Religious Imagery, Italy arc (Rome instead of Florence), Canon divergence, Self-Harm, Some whump, Angst, Eventual smut, religious trauma (i think?), I’m not a religious expert btw tho i grew up Catholic, mentions of wounds and scars, Ofc Hannibal has a God complex, Catholicism, dead dove do not eat, reader is a nun lol, lmk if i missed anything!

A/N: Unsure of why this idea suddenly possessed me but it’s been a real delight to write. As usual, thank you to Stray, G, my wife beelmons for all the help hee hee <3 I do not condone or encourage any of the actions depicted, you’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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“Angel of my life… my body, my blood, my soul, are all yours;”

– Victor Hugo, from The Complete Works; “ The Hunchback of Notre Dame,”

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It was easy to get lost in menial tasks.

You’d mastered the ability to slip into your thoughts as your hands diligently worked. Whether it was mending clothes, polishing candelabra, or even refilling prayer candles for all the tourists visiting the basilica.

In the summer, it was especially useful in order to manage the larger crowds — A sea of anonymous faces that quickly faded from memory. Bright shining eyes and rapacious hands reaching to touch things they shouldn’t; Always hungry for a taste of something holy.

The pack of bodies made you anxious, their cloying scent overpowering the all-too-familiar myrrh and incense. Their shrill, excitable voices could be especially grating in such a place, where echo was ever-present. Even more so after reminding them that a low volume was imperative, for such sacred spaces had to be respected.

It was a true test of your virtues, more often than not. Patience, especially, was one you were still working on, even after so many years. It proved to be the hardest to fully harness, no matter how much self-discipline was employed.

In repentance, you found yourself praying more often than not, the repetition of the words putting you in a meditative state.

Angel of God, my guardian dear, to whom God's love commits me here, ever this day be at my side, to light and guard, to rule and guide…

“Mi scusi?” A deep voice brought you back to the present, much too close for comfort.

Startled, you winced a little and quickly looked up. A tall, well-dressed man stood right in front of you, amusement at your reaction tugging at the corners of his full lips. He was handsome in a way that was reminiscent of Renaissance paintings; Like an aristocrat, or a fallen angel perhaps.

“Si, signore?” You asked, keeping your voice low.

He gestured towards the candles. “May I?”

You handed him one, already lit. His fingers just barely ghosted over yours in the exchange, and your breath caught. The small flame cast shadows on his angular face, giving him a more severe look. A bit macabre, too, in a way…

Don’t think such things. He is but a man.

“Grazie,” he said, the smile still not leaving his face.

“Prego.”

You averted your gaze, intent on resuming your work. He stepped to one side, looking over at the statue at the far end of the room — Bernini’s Ecstasy of St. Theresa.

“The pain was so severe that it made me utter several moans,” he recited. “The sweetness caused by this intense pain is so extreme that one cannot possibly wish it to cease, nor is one's soul content with anything but God.”

You followed his line of sight, and before you could stop yourself, you said. “You must see her up close.”

He looked back at you, tilting his head slightly to one side curiously. You tried to keep your eyes on the statue, still beautiful despite endless days of looking at it.

You cleared your throat, continuing almost absently. “There are many proofs of God’s love, but this one might be my favorite. We are most like Him in that through immense agony, we can become holy.”

Your gaze snapped to his, and you stared at each other in slight disbelief for a moment. Just what had compelled you to share such a thing?

“Are you able to accompany me?” He asked. “I’d be delighted to hear more of your thoughts.”

That made you remember yourself, so you shook your head. “No, signore. Do go on, though. It really is a sight to behold.”

“Very well,” he nodded. “May I ask your name?”

You hesitated, but told him out of politeness. He repeated it slowly, as if savoring it on his tongue. Your traitorous eyes were drawn to the way his lips formed around it, and he didn’t fail to notice.

Before you could even think of asking for his name in return, an elderly couple came up to you asking questions. You muttered a quick scusi in his direction as your attention shifted, both frustrated and relieved.

He lingered for just a moment longer before continuing on his way, and you forced yourself not to glance back at his retreating form.

Usually, the few brief conversations you had with visitors barely registered in your mind. Seldom did anyone really gain your interest, but on the rare occasion someone did, you had to immediately tamp down any inane desires.

For you, chastity often oscillated between being a cruel companion and a comforting blanket. There were times, in the darkest hour of night, when you couldn’t help but yearn for things you’d long lost. Sensations, images, smells… all vanished from existence.

You had not always walked the path of piety, but the days before you made that change were not ones you let yourself think about any other time. Especially not when those old feelings stirred like ashes in a charred hearth.

Once you were by yourself again, you caught another glimpse of him in the crowd; His long, sturdy frame was hard to miss. He was engrossed in his surroundings — the gilded architecture, the magnificently carved marble, the myriad scenes of haloed saints soaring through the heavens.

You pulled your rosary out of your pocket, feeling the urge to resume your prayers. The smooth slide of the beads in your palm was usually reassuring, but you were too distracted to even conjure the words.

You squeezed it in your fist, the metal cross digging into your skin. Bright pain ran up your arm as it broke through, a rivulet of blood running through your middle and index fingers.

You released a breath as you relaxed your fist. It was a small penance for a momentary slip, serving also as a reminder of your vows. Pain was the best teacher, after all. It was one of the first things you learned when you converted.

Covertly, you wiped your hand clean with a handkerchief. You stared at the splotch of crimson on the white fabric, slightly entranced by the mundanity of your mortal blood.

Out of your notice, he observed your every move. He wanted to approach once more, to get a whiff of your life’s essence — A sharp note of copper, slightly sweet and endlessly enticing.

But he knew that, like any good hunter who had zeroed in on prey, he had to bide his time.

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The setting sun streaked the sky in swaths of pastel, orange and violet and pink. The last of its golden rays illuminated the marble floors, setting ablaze the portrait of the praying skeleton.

His eyes lingered on this detail as he silently walked in, his long shadow dragging across it.

Most of the visitors had left by that time, but a few stragglers lingered for evening prayers. He was delighted to find that one of those stragglers was you, still unaware of his presence.

Your knees were on the worn cushion of the praying kneeler, your clasped hands resting on the bench in front of you. Your eyes were closed, face tilted up slightly in quiet reverence.

He saw the hem of your habit had ridden up a little, revealing a small portion of your calf. Just a sliver of flesh, really, but not one you were conscious of showing.

Glancing around, he approached slowly, bending down to fix it. You were mid Hail Mary when you felt the fabric being pulled, which made you stumble over the words.

You stiffened, but didn’t move. Instead, you peered from the corner of your eye to see a familiar figure straightening to his full height.

How curious that your prayers seemed to summon him, even if he was not who you called on.

Or was it?

A day had passed and you’d tried as best as you could to banish that whole initial interaction from your thoughts. His lupine features had begun to blur in your mind’s eye, the sound of his voice losing itself in the din of the crowd. What little you slept, you didn’t even dream.

But now that he was back, looming right behind you, you were on edge again. Shakily, you finished the last string of prayers you had left on your rosary.

Then you did the sign of the cross and rose slowly, turning to face him. Your eyes were darker in the low light, doe-like and fathomless. But there was no naïveté in their depths.

“I hope I didn’t offend you by taking such liberties, Sorella,” he said.

“Finding me or touching me?” You challenged.

He blinked, stunned at being put on the spot. "I figured you must value your modesty and didn’t wish to see you embarrassed. Forgive me.”

You looked him over, assessing. He seemed sincere, if a little clueless. The look didn’t quite fit him, but you wanted to believe it all the same.

“Thank you,” you said finally, glancing over your shoulder. “Come to see the statue once more? I told you it was striking.”

“Indeed, but not quite here for it,” he admitted. “I was unable to stop thinking of your assessment.”

“Oh, I assure you, I’m not nearly as interesting as you might believe.”

“I beg to differ.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, and you noticed how quickly the light was waning outside.

“Expecting a private tour, then? It’s rather late for that. Doors are shutting to the public shortly.”

“Perhaps I can help you in some way or another. Think of me as a volunteer.”

You huffed in amusement. “Are you trying to get me in trouble?”

He smiled, gesturing around him. “We have God’s eyes on us here. Nothing to fear.”

Why you were even entertaining this, you weren’t sure. It’d been a while since you’d been intrigued by anyone — anything, really — and being the object of someone’s intrigue felt nicer than you wanted to admit.

You were surrounded by people all day, but that didn’t make you feel any less lonely. Not that solitude really bothered you… for the most part.

You were only human, after all. Full of faults you were meant to atone for.

“Very well, then. Usually, there’s more help, but it seems tonight it’s just us. Start with the candles, will you?”

And so he started extinguishing each candle as you took one last lap around the structure, making sure everything was in place and every last visitor was gone. The two of you worked like a well-oiled machine, covertly glancing at each other whenever you crossed paths. Soon enough, you were locking the doors of the basilica.

Silvery moonlight and a few orange street lamps were the only illuminations outside. The stars above were like the million eyes of an archangel keeping watch over the nocturnal creatures. That evening, it felt like being closely examined, waiting for any slip-up to impart judgement.

You nodded at the night guard as you handed him the keys, and then you descended the steps along with your new companion.

“May I walk you home? It’s not safe to walk alone in the dark,” he said.

You raised an eyebrow. “Something tells me you’re not really asking.”

He smirked at your cleverness. “I wouldn’t forgive myself if something were to happen to you, when I could have prevented it.”

You wanted to roll your eyes at that, but you opted for being polite. You’d walked the same path many times and had long stopped being afraid of the darkness. What lurked in it, on the other hand…

“I am not so proud that I’d refuse kindness,” you said finally, nodding for him to follow as you turned around. “Wary as I may seem around it.”

“I’ve noticed,” he commented, falling into step next to you. “Has your God been cruel to you?”

You shook your head. “No, but men have. His most perfect creation, indeed.”

He smiled wryly, enjoying the sarcastic venom in your tone.

“We can appreciate divinity by bearing witness to imperfection,” he said. “It helps us relate to one another, sometimes on an unconscious level.”

You nodded slowly, peering over at his profile curiously. There was something truly mystifying about him — as if he was someone that only existed in intervals of time, like the cover of night — which was perhaps what kept drawing you in.

You walked through the cobblestone streets, speaking in hushed voices. You discussed things like art and poetry, quickly veering into more philosophical topics. His mind was like a maze, clearly difficult to navigate, but you did not feel discouraged.

You did always like a good challenge, even if it wasn’t good for you.

All too soon, you reached the old wooden door of the small convent. He noticed there was a small smudge of soot on your jaw, so he pulled his handkerchief out of his breast pocket and gestured to your face.

“May I?”

You nodded, frowning a little in confusion. He stepped closer, reaching up and gently wiping off the smudge. You forced yourself not to blush, barely breathing, keeping your eyes averted.

“There we go,” he murmured, pulling back and extending the handkerchief towards you. “Here, you can keep this until you get a chance to wash yours.”

“My…?” You started, but then his words clicked in your mind.

Your heart began thundering in your chest at the realization, beads of sweat forming on the back of your neck. You took it all the same, finally looking up at him with wide eyes.

You were met with the smirking face of a jackal – a beast turned man. The lamb in you knew this, even if his demeanor was outwardly friendly. The look in his amber eyes was so ardent you couldn’t tear your gaze away, rooted to the spot.

Had anyone ever looked at you like that? You couldn’t recall, and it didn’t seem to matter.

“What is your name?” You asked breathlessly. “I realize I never asked.”

“Hannibal,” he said. “Doctor Hannibal Lecter.”

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Much later into the night, you were still unable to sleep. You tossed and turned, the sheets sticking to your feverish skin. You were plagued by contradictions, internally waging a war against a feeling that had suddenly yawned open in the pit of your stomach. Something too much like hunger, sharp around the edges.

With a frustrated sigh, you shifted onto your back and stared at the ceiling. You were no stranger to restlessness, but this time, you couldn’t be bothered to kneel beside the bed and pray. There was something far more pressing in the forefront of your mind.

It was that look, like he could see beneath the veil of your piety — through you, even. He’d seen you punish yourself, too, which was an intimate act all on its own. A subtle art that you’d perfected over time, or at least thought you had.

And still, you could tell he liked what he saw.

Yanking the covers off of yourself, you padded over to your desk, pulling the handkerchief out of your satchel. The material was much finer than anything you’d ever owned, gliding smoothly in your hands.

Gingerly, you ran your fingers over his embroidered initials, faintly smelling a note of something rich and earthy, like bergamot or perhaps clover.

Your eyes fluttered shut as you brought it closer to your face, absolutely entranced. It was at these late hours that consequences seemed nonexistent. The truth seemed less frightening when shrouded in darkness, with only the moon witnessing your downfall.

You brought it back to the bed with you, lying down on your back once more. With the silken fabric pressed against your face, you inhaled slowly. The linen shift you wore to sleep rode up past your hips, exposing your legs and part of your lower abdomen.

Your fingers moved on their own, barely dipping into the hem of your underwear before stopping. A sensation akin to electricity crackled inside your chest, seizing your muscles. Blood roared in your ears as your heart galloped frantically.

Was this what being on the edge of damnation was like? Too much like seeing your reflection on the forbidden fruit, bright red and infinitely tempting?

Your teeth scratching the skin, about to sink into the sweetest of knowledge…

As if scalded, you yanked your hand back, sitting up on the bed. You felt as if air had been squeezed out of your lungs, panting harshly, clawing at your throat.

The room felt unbearably hot, the walls seemingly closing in on you. You stumbled out of bed and gripped the edge of your desk, knees buckling. The pulsing between your legs quickly simmered into a dull throb, shame, and guilt following in its wake.

You were being tested, you had to be. What else could explain such recklessness?

At least you’d gotten yourself away from the cliffside and could still get back on the right path. Surely, the Shepherd would not shun one of his lambs for almost being lured by a wolf.

But how could you ever explain that inane desire of yours to be devoured, ravished, utterly adored in your last gasping breaths?

He was not blind to the way you’d bared your throat at the first glimpse of fangs.

This time, retribution would require more bloodshed — a lingering sort of discipline. After all, what was one more scar to add to the latticework of pink, raised skin all over your back?

You undid the laces at your throat and pulled your slip off, letting it fall to the floor unceremoniously. You reached into the bottom drawer of your small dresser, finding purchase amidst the few austere garments you owned.

Your hands no longer shook as you gripped the twisted handle of the cat o’nine tails — it was salvation at your fingertips, and you held on so tightly it left indentations on your palm. You focused your gaze on the wooden cross on the wall, prayers for mercy at your lips.

And the only other thought in your mind at that moment was ‘Fifteen lashes should suffice.’

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Perhaps you’d gone overboard.

In the sobering light of day, you lay on your stomach next to the open window, listening to the trilling of birds. You felt ill with the aftermath of your slight overindulgence of masochism.

Earlier that morning, you’d feigned stomach pain and nausea. The latter wasn’t too far from the truth, and the pallor of your face – which was also dotted with cold sweat – helped sell the lie.

None of the Sisters – much less the madre superiora – were privy to your violent bouts of self-discipline. Not only would they disapprove, but… it would lead to situations you did not want to bring upon yourself.

You were just drifting off to sleep, exhaustion finally overpowering you, when you heard a soft knock on the door. You pulled the blanket back upon yourself, hiding the incriminating evidence.

“Si?” You called softly, shifting your head to face the door.

It swung open to reveal the madre superiora herself, accompanied by… Oh, merciful God.

Hannibal tensed at the doorway, his nostrils flaring as he scented the coppery tang permeating the small room. Though the window had been open for some time, your essence still lingered – a narcotic in its own right. He kept his composure as his mouth watered, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

“How are you feeling, Sorella?” the madre inquired, concern all over her gentle, weathered features.

“Still about the same,” you said, attempting to keep your eyes on her and not on her companion – none other than the man who’d tried to coax you away from the Lord’s pasture.

“Doctor Lecter here said he helped you home yesterday. He expressed concern for your well-being and has offered to examine you.”

“Free of any charge, of course, madre,” he assured. “I merely want to help however I can. If that is okay with you, that is.”

You merely nodded, not trusting your voice at that moment.

“Your generosity shall be returned doubly, Doctor,” the madre said with a smile. “I shall give you some privacy. Please let me know if you need anything.”

And with that, she left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Hannibal approached slowly, as if you were a skittish animal he didn’t want to spook. You eyed him peripherally, wary all the same. He knelt at your side, taking a moment to observe you.

“I was worried at your absence today,” he said as a way of explaining his being there, voice low. “I hear it is some sort of stomach bug?”

“Not quite,” you murmured. “It is something far more… visible.”

He slightly tilted his head to the side in curiosity. “May I take a look at you?”

“How can I refuse the most generous doctor?”

You shifted your shoulders to indicate he should pull down the sheet. He reached out to do so, finding some resistance. The fabric clung to your wounds, which had crusted as scabs began to form. As he had to use a little more force, you sucked in a breath through your teeth.

Upon seeing what you had done to yourself, he was momentarily flummoxed. His eyes trailed over the angry red welts, appreciating the macabre artistry. The scent of blood was stronger now; A few of the wounds had reopened and were weeping crimson. He stifled the sudden desire to catch one of the drops with his tongue.

“What have we here?” he asked.

“The consequence of sin.”

“And what sin might that be?”

You pursed your lips, refusing to give voice to your faults. Your silence only compelled his curiosity further, but he decided not to press. That didn’t mean he wasn’t good at getting the answers he wanted, though.

“I was unaware such practices were still… observed.”

“Not usually. It is my best-kept secret,” your eyes fluttered closed as he pulled the sheet further down, until the barest glimpse of the top of your ass was visible. “Something for my own.”

His response was a thoughtful hum, and he stood to get some supplies from a small bag he’d brought.

When he knelt once more, you could smell alcohol. “Let’s clean these up then, shall we?”

You nodded, attempting to brace yourself. The lacerations on your back sang with agony as he began to dab at them, your teeth clenched so hard you feared they might crack. Still, his touch was so tender — almost to the point of reverence — that you thought you might weep.

“We are most like Him in that through immense agony, we can become holy,” he quoted, perhaps attempting to distract you. “Is that not what you said? I admire your determination.”

As the sting just barely began to dissipate, you could speak again.

“Think I am redeemed in the eyes of Heaven?”

“Perhaps,” he said. “In my eyes, at least, you are.”

Near delirious with a pain that made your brain feel like glass — and that cursed longing you suddenly couldn’t tamp down — you arched closer to his hands as he dressed the wounds.

“What do you gain from all this?” You ventured, needing to know the answer.

“Must I gain something?”

“I can’t seem to find another explanation.”

He was quiet for a moment. “I am merely intrigued by you. I can’t help being drawn. Can you blame me?”

“Perhaps I just don’t understand what makes me so interesting.”

“In time you will see. I will make sure of it.”

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Part 2

#hannibal lecter fanfiction #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal lecter x fem!reader #hanibal lecter x reader #hannibal lecte x you #minors dni

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anynerd · 5 months ago

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William T. Spears with an Angel! Reader

Headcanon

[ Not my artwork! Credits to the artist ]

You were a youthful angel. The words to describe you were pure, elegant, yet classy.

Angel! Reader was known to be kind, good with kids, and as curious as a cat, Angel! Reader would always watch from above on the human realm or maybe even disguise herself (aka hide her wings) to interact with the human beings.

William first saw you when he was called down to the human realm to "assist" Grell, and Ronald with their mission. (During Grell the ripper era)

There he saw you, with your wings protectivally covering Ciel, and covering the young Lord's eyes for Angel! Reader thinked that it was too crucial for an "INNOCENT" child to see.

After that night, the grim reaper found out how you were the angel who everyone was talking about.

- the angel that sometimes tried helping some grim reapers locate a soul when they had trouble finding,

The angel that helped the Earl of Phantomhive from a reaper and it's master who were trying to harm Ciel and his demon butler.

William and you officially met one another when he was on a mission in England, where he was above a building's roof and suddenly you bumping into him.

Angel! Reader's POV:

As I was flying in the sky I suddenly got distracted with the birds flying with me to even notice that I was about to fly onto someone.

*OOF* I yelped.

As I dusted off my white dress, I was met with a man wearing a suit and glasses, whom I suspected was a reaper.

"I am terribly sorry for bumping into you mister" I apologized,

William's POV:

A woman with wings flied directly at me, causing me my glasses to fly off of my face,

My vision was blurry as a heard the woman apologizing.

She had a very suiting voice, that had a hint of a British accent into it.

"I am terribly sorry for bumping into you mister" she said,

"It's quite alright, though can you perhaps hand me my glasses miss.. "

I paused "-Miss L/N, oh and here you go"

She, herself placed the glasses onto my nose bridge and bumped it up.

Giggling slightly

William and Angel! Reader later introduced themselves to one another, with Angel! Reader being as "ladylike" as possible and William being as a gentleman as he could.

Who knew after that William, the known work-oholic, the strict boss, the "pusher", the nonchalant man, would start to fall for the Angel? 🤷🏻‍♀️

After that interaction, William found Angel! Reader to be quite fascinating, from her wings, her aura, her reputation as a "goody two shoes" everything

Angel! Reader was the reason why the William T. Spears started taking more missions in the human world with Grell, Ronald and other reapers.

Eventually you got used to him appearing on earth that you and him made a calling sign. (๑ˇεˇ๑)•*¨*•.¸¸♪ whistling

One low note whistle from William, and you were summoned like a genie in a bottle-

One "singingly" note from you and William was there with his death scythe, ready to help you in danger with other dreadful creatures that you couldn't complete on yourself on your Guardian Angel Duties.

Grell found out about how close you were with her man, and wrote your name on her to-die list, with the Nun and Beast from her bassy (ifykyk 😭🙏🏻) above your name

It takes a while for him to accept that he had taken a liking to another creature, but he was thankful it wasn't a demon- (MAN HAS BEEF WITH SEBASTIAN ISTG 😭LMAO)

He, at first denied his feelings but he soon found himself taking you out on a date (a secret one ofc)

The dates he takes you on are mostly private ones, and the ones you take him to are consistently visits to heaven (You're a high ranker in heaven, as a Guardian Angel, like how William is in the Shinigami world)

Visits to the gates of Heaven, walks in the clouds in heaven, or even William seating on your back as you fly above in the sky with your wings.

When your and his relationship is finally public, you make visits at him at his building to his office to drop off homemade and home-packed Lunchboxes for him (as you understand how focused he is during work hours and understand how late he can get home)

Now you're a known power couple with your guys High ranked statuses, in both Heaven and the underground.

#headcanon #william t spears #black butler #kuroshitsuji #grell sutcliff #ronald knox #grim reaper #angel reader #william x reader #not a fic #not a request #black butler william

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artthemasquerade · 5 months ago

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The Morning Star's Chosen fights

Sooo I've finally done a third piece for my Nun!Miki AU and this time its to show how Miki fights demons with the blessing of her guardian angel (unknowingly to her Satan), she has light powers that can blind and stun or even kill her demon foes by simply praying and its sort of how John Ward from Faith: The Unholy Trinity uses his cross to fight demons, she has to pray while standing still or kneeling for a few seconds before her power actives and while its a weaker version of Satan's power it is still quite deadly to weaker demons. Most of the time Miki goes with Akira to hunt demons by blinding or stunning a group of demons so Akira can easily finish them off! Needless to say Miki and Akira are becoming a bigger problem for the demons and Satan makes sure to direct them in clearing out the demons who are trying to usurp him or cause problems amongst the demons while he figures out a way to convince Akira and Miki that humanity aren't worth their protection. But Satan soon realises that he'll have to figure out another way to have what he wants without the risk of losing both Akira and Miki...

Btw if you like what you see and want a commission drop me a direct message on tumblr, instagram, a note on deviantart or artistree https://artistree.io/missn11

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deldreams · 6 months ago

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New bleach OC “Seraph”

Quincy Sternritter “M” the mercy

⚜️Story/Abilities🔘

⚜️She was a quincy way back when Yhwach first reigned. She was a standard healer and a devout priestess preaching the word of Yhwach.

⚜️When Yhwach fell, she fled to the world of the living with her clergy and they all started a church with Sister Mercy, the head priestess of the church.

⚜️They converted people and spread the word of Yhwach in a disguise of a new fringe religion.

⚜️When the day came that Yhwach purged the remaining Quincy's souls to empower himself during the Auswählen, Seraph was the only surviving priestess.

⚜️She knew that it was time, so she took up the staff and crowned herself the high priestess

⚜️She returned to the Wandereich to show her undying loyalty and servitude to the Quincy king.

⚜️Yhwach blessed her with her current abilities and made her into a sternritter, bestowing upon her the letter “M” The Mercy

🔘Detect sin “Identify Sin”🔘

She can tell by one touch what someone’s sins are and what weighs heaviest on their heart

🔘Forgive sin “Mercy”🔘

She has the ability to free someone of their guilt, sorrow, and anguish from their sins if they are truly seeking forgiveness and mercy

🔘Persecute sin “Divine Punishment”🔘

If someone is not truly loyal to Yhwach in their heart, she will sentence them to penance. The severity depends on their sins and their loyalty of Yhwach

🔘Healing 🔘

She is still a healer similar to those in the 4th division of the soul society, but she uses reishi to heal

🔘Vollständig🔘

▫️Her second form is that of a biblically accurate angel. She grows two pairs of angelic wings on her torso and one pair from her head.

▫️She grows another set of eyes

▫️She has the abilities to strengthen those who have sought prayer from her like sending a wave of buffs throughout the army

🔘Messiah Manipulation “Hail The Lord”🔘

▫️On the command of Yhwach, Seraph would be able to kill all those who followed her church in the world of the living. All the souls would go to heal Yhwach alike to the Auswählen, but no Quincy souls would be lost. Basically a free heal for Yhwach.

⚜️She probably dies when Yhwach completes the Auswählen a second time during the battle against the soul society

⚜️When As Nodt was slain, she felt it in the air and felt her resolve weaken

⚜️The small moment of hesitation from her at obeying Yhwach from her mourning led to her being seen as “disposable” and killed during the second Auswählen

🪞Details🪞

🌑She wears a cloth around her eyes, not because she is blind, but because she believes sight is the root of sin. Her holiest form of penance is to blind the sinners.

🌑She does not often use a weapon because she is more of a behind the lines healer and works closely with Yhwach to ensure his fleet is loyal

🌑However, she does have a large halberd in the shape of the Quincy cross

🌑To activate her weapon, she stabs herself in the chest where she has a QUincy sigil, and the weapon materializes as she pulls it from her chest

🌑She has an odd relationship with As Nodt

🌑Since he is always haunted by his past, he sought her prayer and forgiveness, his prayer was so pure and sincere that Seraph shed a tear for him

🌑She swore to be his “Guardian Angel” if he vowed to faithfully serve Yhwach

🌑This was the closest to love that either of them had experienced and will ever experience9

🌑Height: 5’8

🌑Hair color: Pale blonde

🌑Eye color: Blue

🌑Gender: Female

🌑Pronouns: She/Her/Hers

🌑Epithet: “M” The Mercy

🌑Base of Operation: Silbern

🌑Clothing: Dress attire similar to a nun

#bleach fanart #bleach #bleach oc #bleach tybw #tybw #oc

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goldenshornyjail · 4 months ago

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#ns/fw #chaggie #hazbin hotel #vaggie #charlie #bottom charlie #spicy chaggie #top vaggie #charlie morningstar #nun and her guardian angel #dom vaggie #day 3 #hellaverse

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hrrtshape · 7 days ago

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120 books? Hello? Thats insane 😟

and i did it to get validation from a MAN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭anyways. EMMA's 2024 reading list

✶ letters to felice by f. kafka ✶ the trial by f. kafka

✶ brother's karamazov by f. dostoyevsky

✶ crime and punishment by f. dostoyevsky ✶ the second sex by s. de beauvoir

✶ what is existentialism? by s. de beauvoir

✶ journals, 1951-59 by a. camus

✶ the communist manifesto k. marx (had nothing better to do)

✶ god is dead by f. nietzsche

✶ existentialism by j. p. sartre

✶ notes from underground by f. dostoyevsky

✶ the meek one by f. dostoyevsky

✶ white nights by f. dostoyevsky

✶ the double by f. dostoyevsky

✶ the idiot by f. dostoyevsky

✶ letters to milena by f. kafka

✶ the bell jar by s. plath (my love)

✶ bend sinister by v. navokov (fun fact, nabokov has my favourite writing style ever)

✶ the defence by v. nabokov

✶ lolita by v. nabokov (i started this book when i was 13. can u believe that????

✶ metamorphosis by f. kafka (re-read 2 in the month of february)

✶ anna karenina by l. tolstoy

✶ inferno by dante

✶ no longer human by o. dazai

✶ frankenstein by m. shelley

✶ catcher in the rye by j.d sallinger

✶ hamlet by w. shakespeare

✶ 1984 by g. orwell

✶ emma by j. austen (hey ! that's me !!!)

✶ a clockwork orange by a. burgess

✶ jane eyre by c. bronte

✶ dracula by stoker

✶ picture of dorian gray by o. wilde

✶ wuthering heights by e. brontë

✶ great expectations by c. dickens (not a fan)

✶ pride and prejudice by j. austen (love love love the 2005 (i think) film)

✶ letter to my father by f. kafka (relatable ASF)

✶ animal farm by g. orwell

✶ the man and the sea e. hemingway

✶ a christmas carol by c. dickens

✶ to the lighthouse by v. woolf

✶ 100 years of solitude by g. g. márquez

✶ the nun by d. diderot (surprisingly one of my favourites from the list. definitely top 5)

✶ guardian angel by f. sagan (i love sagan. i'm starring in two of her book adaptations in my fame dr)

✶ caesar by w. shakespeare

✶ sename dvare (old farm) by š. ragana ( a lithuanian one)

✶ master and margarita by m. bulgakov (read this to get the approval of my father)

✶ cherry orchard by a. chekhov

✶ mrs dalloway by v. woolf

✶ death of ivan ilych by l. tolstoy

✶ unabridged journals of sylvia plath by s. plath (also one of my absolute faves)

✶ the seagull by a. chekhov

✶ the scarlet letter n. hawthorne

✶ perfume: story of a killer p. süskind

✶ a captains daughter a. pushkin

✶ night sky with exit wounds o. voung

✶ norwegian wood h. murakami

✶ the handmaids tale by m. atwood (honestly the only dystopian book i liked)

✶ on the road j. kerouac

✶ strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde r. l. stevenson

✶ eugene onegin by a. pushkin

✶ dievu miškas (forest of the gods) (another lithuanian one)

✶ the stranger by a. camus (againnnnnn)

✶ moby dick (get ready for me not to put the author's because im too lazy)

✶ the man in the case

✶ a streetcar named desire

✶ othello

✶ much ado about nothing

✶ lady chatterley's lover

✶ little women

✶ the bell jar (again)

✶ ‘letters to vera’ by v. nabokov (favveeeee. i'm the biggest yearner of em all actually and vera&&&nabokov are me and coriolanus coded)

✶ persuasion

✶ description of a struggle by f. kafka

✶ gender trouble by j. butler

✶ my year of rest and relaxation (surprisingly relatable protagonist)

✶ ‘the secret history’ by d. tart

✶ odyssey

✶ breakfast in tiffany's

✶ virgin suicides

✶ valley of the dolls

✶ all of the 14 dork diaries. yes. i'm just saying that instead of linking all 14. but i read them all. because i was bored and it was june.

✶ what i mean by j. didion

✶ the white album by j. didion

✶ beloved by t. morrison

✶ lapnova

✶ girl, interrupted

✶ inseparable by s. de beauvoir

✶ the sun also rises

✶ the vanishing half

✶ flowers for algerion

✶ do androids dream of electric sheep?

✶ the portrait of the artist as a young man

✶ brave new world

✶ the silence of the lambs

✶ the eye

✶ fahrenheit 451

✶ dead poet's society

✶ enhancer

✶ bartleby, the scrivener

✶ the yellow wallpaper

✶ the tomb

✶ madagaskaras by m. ivaškevičius (another lithuanian one)

✶ the lottery by s. jackson

✶ there will come soft rains

✶ hills like white elephants

✶ the snows of kilimanjaro

✶ testaments what i wanna read but won't...because im too lazy

✶ war & peace

✶ something else idk brain's not working

#shitpost #books #emma reads #asks

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loveliestlovelygirl · 9 months ago

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divine temptations | 222

you're such an angel, and i'm gonna hurt you

fallenangel!anakin x nun!reader | lore 🪽 | playlist

synopsis: after the meeting with the high council, anakin is imprisoned publicly to shame him. in his hatred for your guardian angels, he destroys them, causing chaos to overcome both heaven and earth.

w.c: 2.6k+

highlights: {minors dni} dark content, heavy religious themes and imagery, inspiration taken from catholicism primarily, sexual themes, corruption kink, light sexualization of the reader as a nun, fem!reader & use of she/her pronouns, attempted sexual assault {mentioned}, rape {mentioned}

table of contents | 333 {coming soon}

The memories of his assault of your vessel were visceral and disturbing weeks after the event. Your neck was left bruised, and it ached for several days. Sometimes, you couldn’t sleep because every time you closed your eyes you were sent back to that moment where you were at your weakest, helpless against that tree. Almost raped. Almost.

Almost is a taunting thought

You believed that, since you hadn’t been defiled, you shouldn’t be bothered by the occurrence for long. You shouldn’t have these nightmares of being raped over and over again. You shouldn’t feel vulnerable. You would simply return to your beautiful life here at the convent, your sanctuary. A place where you never have felt unsafe or threatened in any way. You loved the women here, and they loved you.

The last time you were vulnerable like this was your past life when you were a part of the world, before you had found the monastic way of life. Never did you believe you would have to feel pain like this again.

Hatred lights the path of the fallen. But you hate that man for what he wanted to do to you. How could someone be so wicked?

And every time you thought of his face, you cried and sometimes wished for death. These were thoughts that haven’t scathed your mind since you entered the convent. But perhaps contact with that despicable man left you tainted. Maybe you needed to be cleansed and prayed over, bathed in the holy waters.

What other recourse did you have?

When you explained to your sisters why you required the service, they were more than happy to pray over you. They prepared the bath for you too. Sister Agnes remained with you the entire time to help guide your prayers. The water must have risen an inch from your tears. After the bath, Sister Agnes walked you back to your private chamber.

She broke into a sob. “Oh, my dear,” the elderly woman wiped her tears, “We shouldn’t have allowed you to go near the road alone.”

You drew her into a hug. Of course, they should have sent you with another. But all you could say to the heartbroken woman was, “Don’t worry about it. I feel much better now. Our Lord protected me.”

Sister Agnes cried harder when you said that. The new expression upon her wrinkled face was one of relief. She truly believed you. And you were happy that she would not share your pain.

You bid her goodnight and went inside your room to pray. When you wanted to feel closer to the Creator, you opened your window to let the moonlight in and knelt before your window seat, setting a pillow under your knees, a makeshift prayer bench. While it was not the proper way in which to address Him, you were not so sure He minded.

For the first few minutes, you sobbed, thanking Him for the lightning that only struck your assailant and not you. The electricity only touched your skin momentarily. It was as if there had been a barrier between you and Death. You should have both died from the lightning, but only that man did. The miraculous occurrence saved you from an even greater pain.

But the thought did little to comfort you. Why you? What made you so special that you deserved a supernatural rescue and so many others didn’t? The thing that should have brought you to your knees in gratitude and praise of your savior made you... question everything, including how heavenly justice worked?

Although, the whole incident could have been some cosmic joke.

And despite spending the whole day in prayer with your sisters, you felt the same. You were still terrified about what happened. So much so that sleep was an impossible feat. During all your time at the convent prior to the horrific event, you embraced solitude and found contentment. But this night, you wouldn’t have hated companionship, someone to hold you tight and tell you that you were safe here.

“You can’t say that, Anakin! Do you understand the gravity of this situation? Do you?” Obi-Wan had never shown his anger so outwardly before. Anger marked his brow, his furious stare, his clenched jaw, and his haunting tone.

Anakin could sense his fear, despite the rage his friend used to hide it. They both understood that what Anakin had done was enough to have him sent to hell for all eternity. Their father was not so lenient of the angelic hosts as he was of humans. The humans were free to sin, and forgiveness was offered to them at every turn. And yet somehow, they still missed the chance to ascend to the heavenly realms. Most chose to trade their vaporous lives for eternity. And the Creator allowed it because of free will.

“But it’s true, Obi-Wan. There’s nothing you can do,” Anakin said emotionlessly. The chains of light were clamped tightly round his ankles, keeping him grounded. Nothing can break them except for the Creator’s Will.

He was chained to the platform right outside the chambers of the High Council, like he was an animal on display. And to the rest of the heavenly host, Anakin was a creature of anomaly. Seraphim were respected for their unbreakable devotion to Him above all else, yet Anakin wished for nothing more than to leave his place of honor. He wanted to be able to visit the Earth realms. He wanted to seduce you.

“I will try to change his mind,” Obi-Wan said to him with all hope. “He is more understanding than you give him credit for.”

With that, Obi-Wan disappeared. His wings were so quick that he moved almost at light’s speed. And Anakin was alone again in his humiliation. But he didn’t mind because now he could give you all his attention. He watched you as he always did. But this time he was not pleased by what he saw.

Never had he seen you so unhappy. He’d never witnessed you cry for anything but joy. The visions you saw in your sleep. You believed they were nightmares, but he saw the demons torturing your mind as clearly as he could see you below. Your good-for-nothing guardians were evidently too busy to cast them away. Anakin would do that for you, but he was in a bad place as it was. Interfering with your life again wouldn’t be prudent. If the Creator did not eliminate him, Obi-Wan certainly would. So, this time, he did as he should, and he merely observed from a distance, watching you cry your eyes out and writhe in pain only felt by your spirit.

The more he watched the heavier his own spirit weighed. If your guardians had served you faithfully, then you wouldn’t be left understandably traumatized from the event. It was almost too hard for him to watch you this way. But he couldn’t leave you alone like this. Even if you didn’t know he was there. He couldn’t let you out of his sight.

And as your pain grew deeper, so did his hate for those who failed in their calling to protect you. Unlike the other angels, Anakin struggled to contain his hate. No one who harmed you was free of his wrath. Certainly not your guardian angels.

The heavens erupted into chaos. Anakin had lost himself to his own wrath. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. He had been punished for saving you from being violated, and those who failed in their duty to protect you were left completely unscathed. And for someone who already, secretly despised the entire heavenly host and whose hatred was like a forgotten thorn in one’s side festering for ages, obliterating your five guardians in one hailstorm of fiery rage was as simple as taking a breath for him.

Instantly, he was reprimanded by the Creator directly. In a single moment, ejected from the heavenly realms, banished to dwell upon Earth until the end of time. Hell, where he would now spend eternity, was his final destination. The mercy of the Creator saved him from being sent there first. Earth was to be his Sheol, a temporary hell.

But did they forget that his interests lie only with you. Did they fail to notice that this might be what he wanted all along? Even if he only had until the end of time with you, he knew that it would be worth it. Though you were unaware at this time, nothing would keep him from you. The laws of heaven no longer applied to him. He was free to torment the earthly beings, though that wasn’t nearly as alluring as possessing you.

Banished from Heaven and sent to Earth, he lost his heavenly title, and his name was written among the fallen. He kept his beauty in full, but now as an angel of light. And despite having wanted this to happen, being reprimanded so heavily over what he saw as the right thing to do irked him. And the pain that he felt you living through as a result of your guardians’ inadequacy ignited his fury in ways devastating to the Earth.

His rage awoke nature’s spirits. Thunder, Lightning, Rain, and Hail terrorized the inland villages. He disrupted the seas, wreaking havoc on coastal cities, leaving them destroyed in his wake. And nothing was put in place to stop him.

The voices of the High Council rang in his ears as they pleaded with him to end his madness. But Anakin was drunk on power, the lack of restraint he now possessed, for the fallen were given domain over the Earth for a time of unknown length. He didn’t believe in redemption. His thought was why not enjoy it here. The earthly realms were to be his last Heaven.

For weeks, the destruction by Anakin’s fury continued.

Obi-Wan was sent to stop and contain him. But Obi-Wan believed, perhaps foolishly, that Anakin’s heart could be changed.

The cherub appeared before him, glory to glory, withholding nothing. And yet the majesty of the fallen one was still unmatched.

“You know why I am here,” Obi-Wan announced, wielding his fiery blade, directing its point to the enemy.

Anakin could not cower in the presence of the threatening blade. That was beneath him. “Do I?”

“Given more time, Earth and its surrounding realms will be destroyed. This lust for power has consumed you.”

He was not blind to his own faults. But under his own authority, he could do as he pleased. Destroying this realm would be good. Nothing good has come from mankind. Not in his eyes. From his view, he could see the suffering humans enacted upon each other and upon the Earth, the very thing which provides them life. The only good in this world was you. And he had plans to sweep you away. Far away.

“The one that you love. You’re going to kill her. She will hate you.”

Anakin gave him a biting glare. If Obi-Wan knew... then that meant so did He. And the rest of Heaven. “I’d never hurt her. I can see her now. She’s sleeping. She doesn’t know what’s happening.”

“What do you think will happen when you destroy her life? Everything and everyone she cares for? You don’t think that would hurt her?”

“Obi-Wan, you have no idea! Did you see what happened to her? What almost happened? I live through her pain. I want to save her from evil. Can you not understand?”

The cherub refused to back down. His blade was still held high. “This is not up for debate. I have been sent to put an end to your insanity one way or another.”

Anakin smiled wickedly. “Oh... by killing me?”

“That depends on you, my friend.”

Anakin did not understand.

“Our Father wishes to offer you a deal. He has changed his mind on your punishment. But...” Obi-Wan sighed and shook his head, “only if you put an end to your anger now. It is not the Creator’s Will for the Earth to be done away with yet.”

In order to declare his interest, Anakin immediately paused his merciless pillaging of the surface. “I am listening.”

In return, Obi-Wan sheathed his blade of fire. “He knows how strongly you care for this human.” His voice was coated with disgust for the lesser being. “He knows exactly what she means to you and what you’re willing to give up for her. In his divine grace, He is willing to make an exchange with you. Give up your dominion over this realm, and he’ll allow you to be her guardian, though not an angel. But your eternal status, depends on how well you serve her.”

This offer was... merciful.

Beyond what Anakin knew he deserved. Not only was he being offered a chance for redemption, but he was being offered the one thing he craved most in the entire universe. As your guardian, he would have unbridled access to you and your beautiful mind. At his discretion, he could even appear to you, making his existence known to you.

Being known by you...

The thought of that was more than even he could process in all of his great understanding.

He was used to being veiled from you completely. Contact had been forbidden. But with this offer, you would be in his grasp. He could travel between dimensions and allow his glory to be witnessed by your perfect gaze. Anakin could not stop his curiosity at what it might feel like to be seen by you. Would he prefer it? Or would he dislike the contact? His intuition whispered that he would like it very much and that he might even find it addicting.

How could he say no?

“I... accept.”

Obi-Wan did seem surprised in the slightest. “I see. I will inform Him of your decision. You will feel weakened very soon. I understand that... you wanted this. But I don’t understand why. You-you, Anakin, held the position of the highest honor. Why would—”

“I never wanted any of it. I wanted to be free to pursue my singular interest.”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I would be cautious in your new role, Anakin. More than ever before. Because this is a test. Did you believe that you were truly going to get everything you wanted without a cost? If you serve her faithfully all her life, an eternity with us is yours. But the temptations you will face as her guardian, I’m not sure you can handle it.”

“What?” Anakin spat. “Protecting a human is practically a mindless affair. That’s why it’s given to the lowest of all angels.”

“Realize that even that group is superior to where you stand currently,” he added humorously.

“I won’t be able to physically harm humans in this form. So, don’t worry. I won’t kill anyone.”

“That was not the temptation I was referring to.”

Anakin realized what his friend meant. So he quipped, “Lust is a human feeling.”

“Is it?”

“What do you mean, is it?” Anakin said mockingly.

“Do not be quick to assume anything. You’ve never been in the earthly realms before. It’s much different. You may find yourself desiring things that seemed unnatural to you before.” Obi-Wan turned, signaling his departure. “Remember the laws of Heaven. Despite your fallen state, if you wish for eternity in Heaven, where she will most certainly end up, you must abide by our laws.”

Eternity in Heaven with the one he craves. There was hardly a better fate in mind even if he never ascended to the honor he once claimed.

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atimetoteardownandatimetobuildup · 6 months ago

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ok, this is a bit more of a lighthearted post, but !!!! i got a book idea (very vague but it might crystallize more)!!!!

so basically, queer catholic sci-fi book (series? idk, I don't have much of a plot, just a lot of setting and story ideas that I need to have form into a cohesive plot) that I hope to get eventually published (once it's written) at a Catholic publishing house so more Catholic kids can try and help themselves fit into a theology that is currently against them. Yeah, there is going to have to be so much subtext. There will also be a LOT of social commentary on how Christianity is often used to justify gaps in wealth between the rich and the poor, clergy and their abuse of power, and how someone's beliefs and identity can conflict and resolve, because, well, 2000+ years of tradition has a lot of stuff in it!

Includes:

ace sarcastic Catholic main character Rose (filler name at the moment) who lives on the edge of society and has to be very resourceful (read: society took a lot from her, including a lot of her faith)

spaceships!

cool tech items

guardian angels make occasional appearances

a virus spreading across civilization stopped by the power of teamwork

"power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely."

obscure theology

at least one redemption arc

"what are you in for?" "almost rear-ended a nun."

space

cities larger than they have any right to be

a peasant revolt

activism

and more!

I'll probably keep posting about it here, and I'll probably make a tag for it at some point.

#queer catholic #cat's journal #writing #random thoughts

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 2 years ago

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Angel of God, My Guardian Dear Chapter 6: Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MINORS DNI)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Story Summary: While speaking at a local school for visually impaired youth, Matt runs into his childhood best friend, with whom he lost touch almost 20 years prior.

Warnings/Tags: Mentions of p in v sex, praise kink, dirty talk, tiniest bit of D/S undertones if you squint, Matt is a little shit who likes to turn Reader on at inappropriate times 😈

Word Count: ~3,100

A/N: None.

"...The Mass is ended. Go in peace to love and serve the Lord," the priest at Clinton Church intoned at the end of Mass a couple of days later.

"Thanks be to God," Y/N -- along with Matt and the rest of the parishioners -- responded automatically.

"Please join us in singing the closing song, 'On Eagles Wings', number 280 in the Gather songbook," the head of the church choir stated. "Number 280, 'On Eagles Wings'."

Y/N sang along as the recessional proceeded, waiting until the priest had passed before gathering her purse and following Matt out of the pew.

"I'm kind of nervous," Y/N admitted as they headed towards the back of the church.

Matt took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "Having flashbacks to our youth?"

Y/N huffed out a breath. "More like I'm about to see your mother -- who is a nun , mind you -- for the first time in 20 years, especially after the things we did to each other last night… and this morning."

Matt chuckled. "Trust me, angel, my mother knows I'm no saint. You, however, she might be surprised to find out has a dark side…"

He leaned in to whisper in her ear. "... My good girl. "

Y/N's face heated as she sucked in a breath. While their first night together had been soft and slow, the previous night had been wild and passionate. Y/N had encouraged Matt to 'let the Devil out' , and boy , had he -- in the best possible way.

He had whispered filthy praises into her ear while he had taken her from behind, the hand that had been carefully wrapped around her throat restricting air to her lungs also holding her upright against him as he had thrust up into her. "Fuck, you're a dream, Y/N, taking me so well," he had murmured. "Such a good girl, moaning so prettily for me, letting me know how good I'm making you feel. Used to imagine us together just like this, angel -- on our knees in the library at St. Agnes, having to keep you quiet while I stuffed you full of my cock so Sister Bernadette wouldn't overhear and know what we were up to..."

Y/N had let out a breathy moan and clenched around him in response at the thought of Matt's long, thick cock dragging slowly in and out of her, his hand over her mouth muffling her whimpers of pleasure as he whispered what a good girl she was being for keeping quiet while they waited for Sister Bernadette to pass by...

Matt had chuckled darkly and slightly tightened his grip. "Oh, you like that idea, don't you Y/N? You like the thought of possibly getting caught down on your knees with my cock deep inside you, my name the only prayer on your lips while I'm filling you up? Want everyone to know who makes you feel this good, huh angel? Want to show everyone that you're mine and mine alone?"

The delicious pressure inside of Y/N had built up to a pinpoint, shattering as she came with a weak croak of Matt's name.

Matt had continued to thrust into her in just the right spot, quickly triggering a second orgasm before spilling inside her with a groan.

After they were both spent, Matt had immediately switched into protective mode, making sure that he hadn't squeezed Y/N's throat too tight and accidentally left bruises. "Never want to hurt you," he had murmured as he rained gentle kisses where his fingers had been minutes before. "Wanted you for so long, so fucking lucky that I finally get to be with you. Love you so much, my beautiful angel, want to be with you forever."

Y/N had sighed blissfully, boneless from the back-to-back, earth-shattering orgasms Matt had just given her. "Mmmm, me too. Love you, Matty."

Matt had then cleaned her up and made sure she drank some water, then had pulled her into a cuddle as they had fallen asleep together.

That morning Y/N had woken up to Matt latching onto her like a koala and snoring softly into her neck. She had kissed him awake then stroked him to hardness before taking him into her, still slightly sensitive from the previous night.

They had made love slowly again, Matt's hands gripping Y/N's hips as she rode him into oblivion.

Y/N quickly looked around to make sure that they hadn't been overheard by any of the other exiting parishioners. "We are in church, " she hissed.

Matt gave her a kiss. "It'll be fine. Like I told you, my mother will be absolutely delighted to see you again… no matter what sort of kinky fun you got up to with her son the previous night."

"Matthew!"

Matt chuckled and planted a kiss to the side of her head. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, angel. I'll stop."

They exited the church and headed around the back of the building to the church offices.

Y/N waited as Matt knocked on the door of the inner office where Sister Maggie had told him to meet after he had called her and said that he needed to speak to her.

"Yes?" Sister Maggie's voice came through the door.

Y/N stepped out of the doorway so Sister Maggie wouldn't spot her as Matt opened the door and walked in. "Hi."

"Matthew, it's good to see you. Is everything okay? It sounded urgent on the phone." Sister Maggie sounded worried.

Matt cleared his throat. "Yes, everything is fine. Great, actually."

"Then what did you need to see me about? It's not like you to just pay me a social visit."

"Well it's more like someone else needed to see you…" Matt's voice grew louder. "You can come in now."

Y/N took a deep breath and opened the door, then walked in.

Sister Maggie gasped. "Is that -- Y/N ?"

"Hi, Sister Maggie," Y/N replied.

Sister Maggie walked over and wrapped her in a hug. "It's so good to see you, my dear."

Y/N hugged her back. "It's good to see you too. How have you been?"

"Oh, same as usual for the life of a nun." Sister Maggie stepped back. "Look at you, all grown up. How have you been? Are you back in New York?"

"I'm well. And yeah, I moved around a bit for work after college but I finally made my way back here about 5 years ago."

Matt grinned. "Y/N's a librarian at the Heiskell Braille and Talking Book Library."

Sister Maggie shook her head fondly. "I'm really not surprised that that's the career path you chose. You were always in the library reading -- even more so after Matthew came along. I used to be able to hear you reading aloud to him when I would pass by."

Y/N smiled. "Yeah, those were some of my favorite memories and really influenced my decision to go into library science -- and special services in particular."

"See?" Matt added. "Despite what Sister Bernadette always said, I actually was a good influence on Y/N."

Sister Maggie huffed out a laugh. "You were both good for each other. So is that how you reconnected? Through the library?"

"Sort of," Y/N replied. "We bumped into each other at White Cane Day at the Lavelle School for the Blind on Wednesday -- I was there promoting our library services and Matt was a guest speaker. We talked for a bit then wound up having dinner together that evening, and well, it's been like no time has passed."

Sister Maggie smiled softly. "You two were always inseparable. I'm glad to see nothing's changed."

Matt smiled and took Y/N's hand in his, giving it a tender kiss. "Actually one thing has changed. We finally admitted how we had felt about each other, and luckily -- for me at least -- still do."

A bright smile spread across Sister Maggie's face. "I always suspected you two had feelings for each other."

Y/N laughed and gave Matt's hand a squeeze. "Yeah, Matt did say that you had expected that I'd be your daughter-in-law one day."

Sister Maggie's eyebrows raised. "You know I'm Matthew's biological mother?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, he told me."

"I told her everything," Matt added. "Even about me being Daredevil."

Sister Maggie looked even more surprised. "And you're okay with him going off and fighting criminals almost every night?"

Y/N shrugged. "I'm less okay and more understanding about it, although I did tell him to not do anything too reckless or stupid and actually get himself killed."

Sister Maggie sighed. "Hopefully he'll listen to you. Murdock men are so damn stubborn."

Y/N huffed out a laugh. "Oh, don't I know it."

Matt shook his head, a playful smile spreading on his lips. "I knew it was a bad idea getting you two in the same room again."

Y/N gave him a gentle nudge. "Oh, hush, you."

Matt chuckled and gave her a quick kiss on the temple. "Love you."

"Love you too."

Sister Maggie smiled at the two of them. "I'm really happy for you both. I couldn't have chosen someone more fitting for either of you."

Y/N nodded at her. "Thank you."

"We should probably get going," Matt said as the church bells chimed the half-hour. "We're Zooming with Y/N's aunt in a little while."

Sister Maggie nodded. "Okay."

Y/N gave Sister Maggie another hug. "It was really good to see you, Sister Maggie."

"You too, dear," Sister Maggie replied, giving Y/N an affectionate squeeze. "I'm so happy that Matthew found you again. Take good care of him for me, okay? And come see me again soon so we can catch up."

Y/N nodded. "Thank you, and of course I will -- on both fronts."

She and Matt bade Sister Maggie goodbye and walked back to the front of the church so they could hail a cab back to Y/N's apartment.

As soon as they made it back, Y/N got her laptop from her bedroom and set it on her coffee table. "Ready?"

Matt nodded, although he looked somewhat nervous.

Y/N gave him a quick kiss. "Love you."

"I love you too, angel."

Matt moved out of frame while Y/N sat and started the Zoom meeting.

She smiled as her aunt appeared on the screen. "Hi Aunt Ruth."

"Hi," Aunt Ruth replied. "How are you?"

"I'm good. How's your wrist doing? Did you wind up seeing the doctor for it?"

Aunt Ruth nodded. "Yes, it just wound up being a touch of tendonitis, so she told me to take it easy for a few days and prescribed some medication for it. I'll be fine soon though."

"That's good to hear."

"How was your week? Didn't you say you were exhibiting at a library conference? How did that go?"

"It was at a school, and yeah, actually…" Y/N looked over at Matt, who gave her an encouraging smile. "It went well. Really well, in fact, because I met someone -- well actually, it's more like I found someone. An… an old friend, someone I've missed terribly."

Aunt Ruth gasped softly. "You mean…"

Y/N turned towards Matt. "You want to join me?"

Matt took a deep breath and sat next to Y/N on the sofa, taking her hand in his.

Y/N gave Matt's hand a reassuring squeeze. "Aunt Ruth, this is Matthew Murdock, my best friend from while I was at St. Agnes. Matt, meet my Aunt Ruth."

"It's nice to finally meet you, Ms. Y/L/N," Matt said politely.

Aunt Ruth nodded. "It's nice to finally meet you too, Matthew."

"Matt and I ran into each other at that school I was exhibiting at on Wednesday," Y/N explained.

"Quite literally," Matt added with a chuckle. "Never been so happy to accidentally bump into someone though."

Y/N smiled over at Matt. "Me either."

Aunt Ruth nodded. "Well now, Matthew, I've heard a lot about you as a child from Y/N, but why don't you fill me in on the rest of it."

Matt cleared his throat and sat up a bit straighter. "Well, ma'am, you already know that I grew up at St. Agnes with Y/N, but after I left there I went to Columbia University, where I graduated with my Master's degree in law, then I opened my own law practice with my college roommate here in New York."

"Matt's handled some pretty high-profile cases over the years," Y/N added. "He and his partner helped take down a mob boss a few years ago, and he's gotten several people exonerated after they were falsely accused of some pretty serious crimes."

Matt nodded. "My partner and I believe in helping the innocent rather than taking cases from whichever client has the most money -- although we do also take on cases that will pay the bills, of course."

"Hmm." Aunt Ruth looked impressed. "So Y/N said you ran into each other at that school event? Do you have a child who's a student there?"

Real subtle, Aunt Ruth, Y/N thought.

Matt just smiled and shook his head. "No, ma'am, I actually don't have any children. I had been invited there to give a speech to the students on not letting their visual impairments define who they are and to show them that they could do anything they want to do and be whoever they want to be as long as they work hard and put their minds to it."

Y/N gave Matt's hand a squeeze. "That was a beautiful speech, by the way."

Matt shot her a smile. "Thanks. Anyway, when I read Y/N's name in the list of exhibitors I knew I had to go talk to her, and in my haste I accidentally bumped into her."

Y/N let out a light laugh. "I still maintain that I bumped into you, but the point is that we talked for a minute but since the exhibits were about to open we decided to have dinner together so we could catch up."

She took a deep breath. "We had a nice, long talk, part of which was about how we had felt about each other as kids and the fact that even though we had both grown as people and had had other relationships over the years our feelings for each other never went away."

Matt squeezed her hand encouragingly.

Y/N smiled up at him. "So needless to say we've decided to see where this goes."

Aunt Ruth nodded, a soft smile on her face. "Well then, I can safely presume that you'll be accompanying Y/N when she visits me next month, correct, Matthew? I'd like to get to know the man who has had my niece's heart all these years."

Matt nodded, relief visible on his face. "Yes, ma'am. I can definitely do that."

"Good. Now, I have to run -- I've got my pokeno group in an hour and I still need to make something to bring -- but I'll see you both soon."

"Have a good time, Aunt Ruth," Y/N said. "Love you."

"Love you too, dear. Matthew, looking forward to meeting you in person."

"You too," Matt replied.

"Bye now."

"Bye." Y/N ended the call and turned to Matt. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Matt shook his head. "Actually, it went way better than I expected."

He gave her a kiss. "So when exactly are we going? I'll let Foggy know that I'll be out of town."

"Labor Day weekend. I was going to fly out the Friday afternoon before and come back on Labor Day. Would that work for you?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. I don't have court scheduled for that week and the office is closed on the holiday."

"Okay. I haven't booked my flight yet, so we can just book together now if you want."

"Yeah, that sounds fine. Do I need to get a hotel or anything?"

"No, Aunt Ruth has a guest room. Any airline preferences or whatever?"

Matt shook his head. "Whatever you choose is fine with me."

"Okay." Y/N's phone buzzed with an incoming text. "Oh, wait a second."

She picked it up. "Aww."

Matt tilted his head curiously. "What is it?"

Y/N shook her head. "Aunt Ruth. She said, 'I've hated seeing you so heartbroken all these years and have been praying for you to find peace. I'm glad you found Matthew again -- I'm looking forward to meeting him properly'."

"Well that's nice of her."

Y/N huffed out a laugh as her phone chimed again. "Yeah but now she says, 'Also I can't wait to rub the fact that you're dating a handsome, successful attorney in Marisol Vaughn's face at Pokeno later. Might finally shut her up about the fact that her daughter's husband is a dentist.'."

Matt's face turned pink. "Ah. I see."

"Fair warning, we're going for her birthday, so don't be surprised if she winds up having a birthday dinner of some sort just so she can show you off."

Matt grinned. "That's fine. I can handle meeting your aunt's friends if it means I have her approval."

Y/N did a quick search for flights out of New York and pulled up the ones for Labor Day weekend. "Okay, here's one that leaves JFK at 4:30 Friday afternoon and arrives in Miami around 7:45…"

Matt nodded. "That's fine."

"For our return flight… afternoon okay? Leave at 11:30, back around 2:45? Or did you want to take a later flight?"

"No, morning is fine."

"Okay, one second…"

Y/N got their flights booked then shut her laptop. "Alright, that's all set."

She smiled. "Now I just need to meet Foggy and Karen and then all of the important introductions will be complete."

Matt gave her a soft kiss. "They're excited to meet you."

"I'm excited to meet them too."

Matt stretched. "I've got some stuff I need to do before court tomorrow, so I should probably head out, but I'll call you later?"

Y/N nodded. "Yeah, okay."

She stood and walked Matt over to the door. "Hey, if you happen to go out as Daredevil tonight… Be careful, okay?"

Matt nodded and gave her a soft kiss. "I will, I promise. Love you."

"Love you too."

Y/N let Matt out and locked the door behind him, then went to change out of her church clothes and into something more comfortable before settling into bed for a nap, already missing the feel of Matt's arms around her.

#lotmf writes #AoG Masterlist #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock x reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock smut #matt murdock x yn

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Diplomacy: a Net of Embellished Lies

Fandom(s): Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Heroes of Olympus

Rating: G

Summary: Five times Nico lied to the people around him, and one time he told the truth.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5

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Chapter 6: The Truth

I may have used you, but Nico used you and lied about it.

That’s what Gaea had said. But Gaea would have said anything back in that suffocating mud in Alaska for Hazel to let go.

You’re wondering if we can trust the guy. So am I.

Jason’s words had cut deeper than Hazel was willing to admit out loud.

The few months she’d known Jason before his disappearance the year before, he’d always seemed like an agreeable boy. Perhaps a bit reluctant as a leader, Hazel had always found his jolly disposition faked to a certain degree, it made her think he wasn’t all too sure about what he was doing, but he’d always been honest and hardworking. And above all, he’d been understanding.

That empathy had clearly dissipated like hot steam when you opened the window after a shower.

Hazel sat on a comfortable armchair in her cabin, next to the sleeping form of her brother.

After the absolutely ghastly day they’d had, she thought he deserved to sleep properly. And that he wouldn’t do if he was alone after the whole ordeal he’d been through. Much less on a ship with hostile allies.

She wasn’t sure how long he’d actually rest, he’d refused to go to bed for a long while, offering to take up the first few watches above deck, but eventually Hazel had coerced him into at least trying to get some shuteye.

He looked small, exhausted, too thin and gaunt. And yet, there was such an angelic definition to his sleeping face that Hazel had no doubt the prophecy’s line, ‘twins snuff out the angel’s breath’, wasn’t only referring to his surname.

Angels, however, weren’t supposed to lie.

Hazel’s idea of an angel was heavily influenced by the nuns in her childhood school. Sammy had once commented that biblical angels weren’t the cute cherubs they painted in churches, but in spite of all the reasoning he’d given, Hazel had still imagined a young-looking, humanlike creature dressed in a white tunic, and who did acts of good in the name of an all-forgiving God.

Hazel couldn’t quite believe in God after everything that had happened both to her and to the people she loved, but in her mind, Nico di Angelo was nothing short of a guardian angel.

He’d rescued her from death itself, guided her in a world that had changed almost entirely, led her to a safe space where she could try to belong. He was a shoulder to cry on, and a source of knowledge of all things mythical. Every time Hazel had felt everything was overwhelming, or whenever her blackout memories were happening too frequently, Nico had been there to offer his support. All of that in exchange for nothing.

Had it been in exchange for nothing?

Hazel’s brain was battling itself.

One side was falling prey to Gaea’s, Octavian’s, Jason’, even Leo’s mistrust. Nico had lied. He’d hidden important information from her, he’d lied openly to Percy, he’d betrayed Camp Jupiter’s hospitality by refusing to acknowledge the existence of another section of demigods.

The opposing side called all of that bullshit. Nico was her brother, the only family she had in this century. None of his lies had been personal, nor had he kept information for nefarious purposes.

“You look troubled.”

Nico’s sluggish voice startled her.

He’d woken up and was looking at her with concern.

“It’s nothing,” Hazel said, trying to clear her expression.

Nico raised an eyebrow. His manner reminded Hazel of their father.

He stretched like a cat, crossed his legs, and leaned with his back to the wall and her comforter around him like a cocoon, despite the Mediterranean summer’s heat.

“You are a terrible liar,” he said.

Unlike you. But Hazel couldn’t tell him that, could she?

Hell, of course she could. But whatever anger or mild betrayal she felt wasn’t strong enough to want to hurt him.

“I hope you’re feeling better,” she said instead.

Nico shrugged. “Physically, yeah, I guess.”

“Is your Catholic guilt acting up again?” She asked.

Nico snorted. He seemed to be on the brink of despair. “It was my fault. I should have been quicker.”

“I could have been quicker too,” she told him. “And the rest. But even demigods have limitations.”

Nico wasn’t looking at her.

“If they didn’t have to rescue me,” he muttered. “Percy could have gone to Annabeth sooner.”

“Even Percy has limitations, Nico,” she argued. “They would have fallen earlier, perhaps. What if they fell and we didn’t even know what had happened to them?”

He didn’t look much relieved.

“We will find them,” Hazel promised.

Finally, Nico looked her in the eye.

“Yes,” he agreed. “We will. I owe them that and more.”

“Why?” She asked.

“Why what?”

“Why do you ‘owe them’ so much?” She wondered.

“This and that,” he said, waving his hand dismissively.

“No.”

The firmness in her own voice surprised her. And her brother too, his eyes snapped up to meet hers again.

“It’s always the same with you,” she told him. “You hide your past and expect the rest of us to ask no questions because ‘Pluto sent you’ and nobody dares challenge that. But it wasn’t Pluto who sent you, was it?” Hazel breathed in to give herself some courage. “It was Hades. You’ve been lying to us —to me— since last year!”

Nico had the decency to look ashamed. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were fixed on the sky outside her window.

“He told me not to—,” Nico started. “Father, I mean. He told me to pretend to be one of you guys. He said it would be easier if I made myself pass for a Roman demigod. Children of Pluto may be considered bad auguries but they’re better than a Greek demigod —you’ve seen how Octavian’s like—.”

“How did you find out about Camp Jupiter?” She inquired.

“Father told me,” he answered. “I saw Jason and Reyna last year in Mount Tam. They were scouting the enemy lines, and so was I. I was curious because, well… because I’d never seen them before, and demigods that age weren’t likely to be alive without some training.”

“Did father tell you then?”

Nico huffed. “As if. He told me they weren’t enemies, that was all I needed to know, and that I stayed well away from them.”

“Which of course you ignored,” Hazel guessed.

Nico made a more-or-less gesture with his hand. “Father knew I wouldn’t leave it fully alone. But the war had begun, and I had to spend most of my time convincing him to be part of the battle.”

Hazel swallowed down the envy she felt at Nico so casually being invited to converse with their father. Pluto had ignored her for her whole life with the exception of two minimal conversations, yet Hades had allowed his 12-year-old son to convince him to take part in a battle.

Still, it wasn’t Nico’s fault.

“And then I saw you,” Nico continued. “I knew you were one of them, whatever it was they were, not a Greek demigod. But you were also my sister, I couldn’t leave you down in the Underworld if you could have another chance!”

“How did he react to that?” Hazel had never asked that before. Maybe she’d been afraid the answer would be awful.

Nico shrugged. “He wasn’t exactly happy I was messing around with life and death. But he was glad, I think. Your death was an unfair thing, he’d been upset about that.”

Hazel doubted Hades, or Pluto, or whatever he wanted to be called, had been upset necessarily, but it was kind of Nico to suggest it.

“Anyway,” her brother said. “He had to explain then, I couldn’t just take you to Camp Half-Blood. Chiron realised Jason didn’t belong immediately. He’d have known about you too, and he doesn’t like me at all, he wouldn’t have let you stay.”

“What about the ambassador thing?” She wondered. “Was that real or was it just an excuse to give you some leverage?”

“He told me to use that name,” Nico said, giving her a funny look. “I would never have come up with that alone, I don’t think I fit very well in the diplomatic category.”

“You know how to bend the truth to your convenience,” she argued. “A pity you hate people, you could have gotten far in life with that.”

Nico gave her a wry smile. “My grandfather was a diplomat, did you know?”

Of course she didn’t. She didn’t even know his mother’s name.

“I see you got the unsociable genes from the other side of the family,” she commented.

“Or from his wife,” Nico offered. “My nonna hated people too, but she was cleverer than I, because she knew through gossip you could blackmail others so she endured social events all the same.”

“Sounds charming,” Hazel deadpanned.

“Hard times, I suppose,” he said.

“Because of the war?”

Nico shook his head. “Because she was a woman born in the nineteenth century, more like.”

There was a moment of silence. Not too charged, Hazel thought. She’d learned more about Nico in a quarter of an hour than she had in almost a year.

Nico leaned forward and took her hand.

“I’m sorry,” he said. Hazel knew he meant it. “I should have told you sooner. I…” He sighed. “At first I didn’t know if I could trust you. Don’t take it personally! I— I hate being disappointed by people, it’s easier to keep everyone at arm’s length. And then, as the time passed I thought —perhaps I hoped— that I could ditch the Greek side. In Camp Jupiter people may be wary of me, mistrustful now, but they’re not scared. I liked being there as if I belonged.”

Hazel squeezed his hand. She wasn’t sure why Nico owed so much to Percy Jackson if he wanted to leave that part of his life behind so badly, but she thought Nico had told her enough, it could wait for another day.

“You’ll always have a place in Camp Jupiter,” she promised him. “When we get back—” Not if, when. “Well, either we’ll be killing each other or we’ll leave all this resentment and hate behind. Let’s hope for the second one.”

“Mild difference, those two outcomes,” he stated.

Hazel rolled her eyes. “Let me put it in other words: either we’ll both be dead, or you’ll have a place in the Twelfth Legion if that’s what you want.”

Nico snorted a laugh. “Sums it up nicely.”

“Now let’s go eat something,” she pulled from his hand and got him up, comforter poncho included. “I’m starving, and I want you to eat something too.”

“I—”

“At least a couple of grapes, as an apology to me,” Hazel insisted. “And to whoever else you’ve been dishonest to in the past year.”

Her brother didn’t look amused.

“Fine.”

#last chapter! i can't believe i finished a non-pre-written WIP in less than a month #hazel levesque #nico di angelo #jason grance #percy jackson #pjo #hoo #pjo hoo toa #riordanverse #pjo fic #mis fics #tagthescullion #embellished lies

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