#priest tony

[starker-sorbet]

⚘ Vervain ⚘ - symbolizes holiness, divinity and faith

Guardian angel Peter falling for his charge Priest Tony

[thegreenmetblue]

HUM OKAY WHY THIS HAS JUST 14 NOTES ITS SO FUCKING HOT IM-

sinful them 🤭

[puddingueu]

One piece Vampire AU! All devil fruit eaters are vampires. Marines (aka Priests) try and capture and kill them to “purify” them… but what about marines that have devil fruits? They are exceptions, “purified” through justice.

[tonyloon]

Huxloween 2024 - Day 9 - Witch  @huxloween your promptlist really lit my creative spark again- I'm loosing sleep over sketching and writing fanfiction! Thank you so much! <3

[cosmoweirdkid]

[hayanwulf]

Touch-starved demon Tony and priest Stephen?

If someone had told Tony a few months ago that one day, he would be sitting in a cozy looking room inside a Church, holding a staring competition with a priest who hadn’t immediately tried to banish him or spray him with holy water upon seeing him, he’d have tossed that person straight into hellfire to cleanse them of their stupidity.

“I asked you to show me your wings,” the priest repeated, staring at him expectantly, hands crossed over his chest.

“No,” Tony narrowed his eyes. “You demanded me to show you my wings.”

The priest rolled his eyes. “Well then, I’m waiting.”

“Why do you want to see my wings?”

The priest waved his hands down at the medical supplies laid out on the table next to him. “I thought it was obvious, but clearly, you lack intelligence like a typical demon. So, I need to patch up your wings. I saw their state, before.”

Tony decided to not address the dig at his intelligence, the priest was clearly just trying to get under his skin. Then again, he’d been this abrasive since the moment he’d found Tony hiding out in that alley. Very unusual personality for a priest.

He also hadn’t tried to kill or banish Tony at all, and had instead invited (read: dragged) Tony into the Church to shelter him from the rain.

Father Strange. The name suited him really, really well.

For the time being, Tony decided to glare down at the medical supplies on the table as though they’d catch fire if he stared for long enough. But even though fire was his element, that wasn’t going to happen, not today.

He was simply too weak and worn down to do anything at all.

“I don’t want human doctors getting their freaky hands on me,” he said, distaste sewn into each syllable.

Strange gave a flat smile. “Good thing that I’m not one, then.”

Tony looked up at the priest at that. “You’d commit blasphemy for me?” He quirked an eyebrow. “Gotta say, I’m flattered.”

Strange held his gaze for a moment, expression unreadable. “Since when is helping an injured being an act of blasphemy?”

Tony stared.

Okay, this man was either the dumbest priest to ever exist on Earth, or he seriously didn’t give a fuck about offending his Holiness or whatever.

Helping a demon, first by not instantly banishing him, then by providing him a shelter, and now offering him— what in Mephisto’s name—

Tony sighed. He was too tired to have his mind spiraling right now.

He gave in. He let the warm blanket wrapped around him fall off, and closed his eyes as he grew his hidden wings out of his back, wincing as he carefully spread them, the wounds tugging painfully.

He heard the rustle of the priest moving about, and simply didn’t try to open his eyes again, too afraid of watching the man work on his wings, his very battered, broken wings—

He flinched when the first touch of something brushed against his wing, searing pain shooting up his appendage. The priest paused for a moment, but quickly resumed cleaning his wounds.

The following strokes against his bare wound got easier to tolerate. He had expected it to feel like being showered in holy water, or at the very least, had expected it to feel on par with.. with how it had felt to receive them in the first place.

He could still recall with stark clarity, being trapped in that hideous cave, the pain he’d felt every time a knife pierced the spread of his wings, every time his bones were crushed using more than enough force to create a dent on an armor of iron, the dreadful voice of his human captors whenever they threatened to cut off his wings if he didn’t do their bidding.

But this touch that he felt now.. it was so gentle. Like a lover’s careful caress, if it could be called that. It felt like coming home and comfort and safety. Tony shook a little from the overwhelming wave of emotions that hit him, almost wanting to cry.

Soon the gentle brushes over his raw wounds were replaced by firm pressure as the priest bandaged him.

He had almost forgotten for a minute that he was being treated by a priest.

Which went against all rules of logic and common sense.

“All done,” the baritone voice spoke, prompting Tony to open his eyes. A sidelong glance at one wing revealed that more than half of the wing was covered in bandages now.

Tony turned his gaze to Strange, who was now packing up the medical supplies.

“You did good,” Strange stated dryly. “Do you want a candy?”

Tony’s lips curled down a little. “Depends. Is it the sweet kind or the sour kind? Oh who am I kidding, of course you’d only have the sour ones. Kind of shows in your sour personality.”

“Ah, you’d know all about it, being the expert in sour personalities.”

Tony’s lips twitched again, this time upwards. “See, that’s where you’re wrong. I’m the expert in the spicy kind. I set people’s mood on fire. In more than one interpretation of that sentence.”

Strange picked up the medical kit and left the room with it, apparently deciding to not retort to that. A minute later he returned with a glass of water in his hand, and held it out for Tony.

Tony immediately turned his head away petulantly, crossing his hands over his chest.

The priest raised an eyebrow and simply put the glass down on the table, before walking over to the other chair and sitting down.

Tony still had his wings spread open uncomfortably, he realized. It’d be even more uncomfortable if he hid them though. So he slowly pulled them together to fold them close against his back. It pulled a little at the bandages, but his body did not explode, so they would probably be fine.

He turned his gaze down at the glass of water, hyper aware of the priest sitting across him.

Strange had still not tried to banish, nor harm him. Any other priest wouldn’t even have paused to think twice before deciding to banish or kill him.

“..It is, though,” he mumbled, just barely audible.

Strange furrowed his brow. “What is what?”

Tony looked back up at the priest. “Helping a vile, detestable creature of Hell like me. It is blasphemy.”

Again, Strange’s face was unreadable as the bluish-green eyes stared at Tony for a long moment.

“Is that what you see in yourself?” Strange finally spoke. “All that I see is a broken man at his lowest, in need of help.”

Tony blinked, left speechless.

He wanted to rage at the priest. He wanted to yell something. Maybe ‘Do not patronize me’, or ‘I’m not broken’, or ‘I don’t need your help or pity’.

But with the weight of emotions heavy in his throat, nothing came out.

He turned away to hide the tears welling up in his eyes.

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Black Sabbath - Headless Cross 🕈

[sayxit]

Us against it all

[vertigoartgore]

2002's Black Panther Vol.3 #41 cover by Sal Velluto & Bob Almond.

[axelwolf8109]

Damian and Rhea need House Of Black.... Tony! Spare HOB for a while!

[neptune-lover]

IM BACK

Hey guys I'm so sorry I know it's been forever but I'm back and my requests are FULLY open while I work on BOTH of my other series. I'm going to open my requests to all of you my only rules are no NSFW cuz I just don't feel comfortable writing that but this is who I will write for

Seth Borden

Sam AND/OR Colby

Jake Webber

Johnnie Guilbert

Tengen(Demon Slayer)

Obanai(Demon Slayer)

Giyuu(Demon Slayer)

Shinobu(Demon Slayer)

Muzan (Demon Slayer)

Rhea Ripley

Nathan frazer

Sol Ruca

Bayley

Tony De'Angelo

Damien priest

Chase Atlantic (just specify which one)

Spencer Agnew

Damien Hass

Baji (tokyo Rev)

Harry Hook

[starker-sorbet]

🌻Sunflower🌻- symbolizes faithfulness, worship, adoration and loyalty

The priest spent his life faithfully tending to the temple of his beloved god, the largest one within the city in which he lived. Cleaning the stone and ensuring the altar was filled with fresh flowers and offerings. Giving guidance to those who came to the temple in need of aid. His life was a happy one spent in the name of the god who he worshipped and adored. It would have been like this for a lifetime until the priest gently passed away of old age had it not been for the war. Fire and death spread throughout the city as the invading army of a neighbouring city state chose to try and expand their territory. A foolish move that would only result in pain and many dead but one that they advanced with anyway. The invaders decided to make the defending army's victory a pyrrhic one by burning down as much of the city as possible and killing whoever they could. If they could not gain new land then no one would claim it. And so a small squad of soldiers came to the temple of the city and set about looting and burning what they could. The priest however refused to let this be and set about trying to fight off the soldiers. Unaccustomed to fighting as he was, he nevertheless made invading deeper into the holy site more trouble than it was worth for the enemy. They were already eager to leave and return to their homes and away from this foolish attempt at a land grab but they did not leave before inflicting a fatal wound upon the priest and setting alight the temple. The priest knew he was dying as he dragged himself to the statue of his god, yet he hoped that he might at least be able to pray for his city one last time.To give his blood and life before the god as sacrifice for his people. Yet as the flames licked the temple walls and his life blood seeped into the ground below he saw the gods statue move towards him. To slowly offer out a hand to the priest through the haze and the smoke. A hand most lovingly grasped. All that was left afterwards within the ashes where the temple once stood was a new statue of two men embracing one another.

In time the city began to heal and rebuild with a new temple being built. And a new legend of the city's patron god began to emerge from the aftermath of the destruction before. Of how once the temple was set aflame the invaders seemed to swiftly leave. Without scorching the earth behind like they had been before the blaze. Of how the priest's bones were nowhere to be found, and how the second statue held an uncanny look of the man.

And so the stories and legends of their god began to change, as all legends do. The temple became a home not only for the god alone but for the pair shown within the statue. That of the god and his most devout follower. The priest who centuries past devoutly protected the gods home to the last and was rewarded by being lifted from mortality to become the gods lover.

[supakixbabe]

My art over the last two years!

[aemperatrix]

Tony Hoagland

[spaceytoxinz]

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GRAHHHH TONY VENGEANCE SYSTEMS IS REALL!!!!!!!!!

[dalt0nyc0]

Roberto Ávila with the woman Linares hired.