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astrobydalia · 6 months ago

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Astro knowledge pt. 2

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Cancer rules hotels, motels, etc. Hotels are all about hospitality, making people feel welcomed, comfortable, provide for basic needs like a bed, food, etc. Of course this will differ based on quality and the kind of place but in general places designated to provide shelter and a place to stay are ruled by Cancer

When I learned this it made a lot of sense cause my mom has Groom in Cancer and 7th house ruler in the 4th house and she met her fs at a hotel. I know a couple who has Cancer ASC in their composite chart and they met at a hotel

Jupiter is a very unpredictable planet and a negative manifestation of it is that it can make things grow uncontrollably without reliable results. Jupiter can give blessings yes but it does not guarantee success. Those blessings are just opportunities but it's up to you what to do with them.

Astrologically, the key to success is Saturn. That's why success is so hard to obtain and it's a symbol of status or accomplishment. And yes this applies to whatever it is you consider success. Saturn is not about obtaining success in itself, it's about growth, the way we feel accomplished and successful as humans is when we feel like we've grown and flourished overtime. That's why it doesn't matter what your definition of success is, in order to get it you need to mature and go through sacrifices and lessons related to your Saturn placement.

MC/10th house = what success means to you Saturn = also related to what success means to you, but it can specifically tell you how to get it

Moon is related to wealth that's why it is exalted in Taurus!

Moon in a man's chart indicates his wife because Moon symbolizes the divine feminine. Venus is important too but ultimately a man will commit to a woman that satisfies his Moon energy. That's why it is often said that men marry someone like their moms or the way a man treats his mom is how he's gonna treat his wife

5th house rules your creative endeavors and the 11th house rules your public/clients/fanbase/etc. That's also why 11th house is related to money you make in your career (2nd from 10th). If you wanna have your own business you gotta look at both the 5th and 11th houses

Something I don't see people mention much (maybe because its obvious) is that Libra energy makes things to be balanced in itself because Libra is all about avoiding any extremes. Libra makes this to be on the "elevated" or positive side but always keeping it moderate. For example, if you have Libra ruling your money houses your income could be averagely decent, like you could make good money (cause, Venus) but you're not insanely rich either or it does not appear that you are (cause Libra also rule appearances).

Aquarius rules heavy cold winds (you know like those very heavy and erratic winds), that’s why it also rules over airports and planes. I've also seen astrologers say that back in the day, Aquarius used to rule over sailing of bigger boats which also needed heavier winds in order to move

We all know Leo rules inner child. One thing about children is that when you're a kid you kinda don't have a concept of others being their own person and having completely different lives (that's something Aquarius brings awareness to, that's why its the humanitarian), but rather kids tend to assume everyone lives the same way as they do. That's what happens with Leo astrologically, they tend to not understand or fathom or be interested in things that go beyond them or their experience. Their own perspective of life is their whole world and what they will project on everything much like the Sun project its own light into the world. In the case of very unhealthy Leo energy this can go as far as actively minimizing other's experiences and perspectives. When Leo does try to understand others, they have a tendency to circle it back to something they can relate to or is relevant to them or they can understand

There's also another side of Leo that rules teenage years since that’s the period of our lives where we are finding our identity/expression and also where we start to become more interested in romance and sex

In composite, the ASC is how the relationship started and how it generally comes across as but the 7th house is the dynamic the two people have between them, how they actually interact with each other

Both Aquarius and Pisces are the last two of the zodiac wheel and both relate to themes of evolving as human and elevating spiritually but because of this, these signs are the hardest to develop healthily and many people fail to do so. That's why you see many Aquarius and Pisces placements with a god complex or huge entitlement cause both share this sentiment of feeling 'different', more elevated or special than everyone else

Venus finds fall in Virgo bc Venus is a sex goddess, she rules abundance, sensuality, pleasure and indulgence. Virgo on the other hand is the virgin, she's minimalistic, cerebral and modest, she’s too much of a “prude” for Venus.

Since Pisces is the most empathetic sign, its opposite Virgo is one of the most unkind signs unfortunately. Pisces wants to find the beauty in all things and people (Venus exaltation) while Virgo wants to find the flaws and everything that is wrong and needs to be improved or fixed. Pisces is about accepting the "soul" of things while Virgo is attached to an idea of how things should be. That's also why Venus finds falls in Virgo because Venus is related to kindness (this does not mean Virgo Venus people are inherently unkind, this can manifest in any unhealthy virgo placement, it's just an astrological explanation)

Domicile/exaltation is not always positive. When a sign exalts a planet it means that it can enhance both its positive AND negative qualities. That's why exalted mars can manifest as toxic masculinity or why exalted Venus can manifest as textbook enabling behaviour. On the flip side, planets are its fall/debilitation are challenging placements because the positive qualities of the planet are weakened but at the same time its negative qualities can be neutralized. For example, Mercury debilitated can be less prone to pointless rambles and have a more focused intellectual approach, debilitated Venus can be less compliant, etc

The energy that rules horror astrologically is Pisces/12th house/Neptune, we usually associate it just with dreams and idolization but it actually has a creepy and twisted side to it. Neptune is all about blurring the boundaries of reality including what we judge to be good or bad (Virgo). It rules over dreams AND nightmares. Not only that but Neptune energy does not understand the difference between a dream and a nightmare. This characteristic can range from blindness to red flags all the way to having rather morbid fascinations.

Following the above, the association of 12th house with nightmares is also explained by Saturn finding its joy is this house (the so called 'bad spirit', the never-ending burdens that come to haunt you). However, as I explained earlier in the post, Saturn is the key to success so this means Saturn is the key to help you achieve your dreams (12th house)

Pisces/Neptune energy rules spirituality but at its lowest it can also be the most superficial and vain sign (again, the negative side of Venus exaltation) because Pisces also rules illusions and idolization. It can focus so much on portraying an ideal image that it does not dive deep within, wants to escape reality and live a fake ideal

In terms of performance, Leo is theoretically better at sex than Scorpio

How to read the chart of a Nation + some observations

Sun signifies the characteristic of the rulers and it also symbolizes what that country is all about if that makes sense. For example USA is Cancer Sun and they've always been known for they patriotism and how they're very attached to their past as a nation.

Moon represents the people (civilians, population, the society). The energy you will likely experience by actually spending enough time there and start integrating yourself with the people. For example New York has Aries Moon and a relative of mine who used to live there once told me jokingly "with all the hustle and normalized criminality sometimes it feels like a war zone here"

Ascendant is the general national identity they present, the first thing that comes to mind when you think about that place. I've also noticed the stereotypes of a nation a lot of times relate to its ASC. For example Canada (Toronto) is Libra ASC and they’re known for being polite and nice to everyone. Japan (Tokyo) has Virgo ASC and their known for being super diligent and clean (think Marie Kondo). USA (nation) is Sagittarius ASC and they’re known for being loud, entitled, optimistic, multicultural, a massive country, cowboys and country music, etc.

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aphroditelovesu · 1 year ago

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Can you write a poly Yandere Percy x reader x Yandere Annabeth, thanks!

❝ 🌊 — lady l: I made one of these, but it was based on the Reader being the daughter of Aphrodite, this time it's more general. Anyway, I hope you like it and forgive me for any mistakes! 🧡💙

❝tw: possessive and obsessive behavior, polyamorous relationships, unhealthy relationships, mention of death and murder.

❝🦉pairing: yandere!percy jackson x gn!reader x yandere!annabeth chase.

You had recently arrived at Camp Half-Blood. You had gone a little later than the other campers but you didn't mind. You were quickly claimed by your divine parent, moved into your Cabin, and continued to live normally at the camp. Training, learning and training.

That is until you caught the attention of Percy and Annabeth. You already knew them, heard about them but never actually talked to them. Not because you didn't want to, but because you lacked the opportunity. Again, you were more concerned with gaining glory and living your life as a demigod. Too focused on yourself to notice the couple's attention on you.

They had seen you and were interested. Percy was the one who approached first, always hospitable and kind, answering any questions you might have about the camp or training. So welcoming, he assured you that everyone would be kind to you and treat you well. True to his word, you were well received.

Annabeth watched from a distance, always hidden by her cap. She was more discreet than her boyfriend, kindly offering advice you might need, like how to handle something or even help with studying. She is more than happy to teach you everything she can.

It didn't take long for them to become obsessed with you. At first, they were worried that it might affect their relationship, but that was quickly ruled out. Percy and Annabeth knew that you wouldn't be a hindrance but rather an addition.

They spent so much time by your side that you couldn't help but fall in love with them both. It wasn't what you intended, nor what you thought you would believe when you came to Camp Half-Blood, but you can't help it. They were so kind to you and protective. You were in love.

Annabeth was the one who noticed your feelings first. Always very perceptive, she didn't take long to notice. The way you seemed to be shy around them, how you blushed slightly when one of them complimented you. Really, you were adorable.

Percy only found out after Annabeth told him and he was ecstatic. They both were. You could become theirs. So, that's how they confessed to you. During one of the full moons of the camp, you were called by them to the clearing and there, where only the three of you were the witnesses, they confessed what they felt. That they were in love, that they loved you and wanted you. You, of course as passionate as they were, accepted.

The relationship worked, despite your reservations. You never thought you would be part of a throuple, but you couldn't deny that you were loving it. Percy and Annabeth were so perfect for you, so warm and passionate that you melted with every touch. You were so in love that you didn't notice the signs of their obsession.

Annabeth is extremely possessive and controlling of you. She's always warning you to stay away from the other campers and just stay with her and Percy. She hated when someone approached you and when they did, she threatened them and if the threat didn't work then Percy would deal with it.

She hates it when people touch what belongs to her and you were hers. Annabeth won't let anyone take you away from her. She is a proud daughter of Athena, there is no way in hell she would accept losing.

Percy was always very overprotective of you and Annabeth, but especially of you. Because you were new at the camp, it was his duty to protect you from all dangers. He hates it when you go on quests, as he can be dangerous and will beg to accompany you. He's quite clingy too and is almost always clinging to you.

He's more than willing to deal with the other campers for you. Be it accidents like knocking someone over with a wave to even accompanying them on quests and "accidentally letting a monster kill them." He's not against threats either.

Percy and Annabeth adore you immensely, they love spoiling and taking care of you. Annabeth loves it when you lay on her lap and listen to her read a book to you and Percy loves playing in the water with you.

Both are ruthless when you are in danger. They will kill, maim and disembowel anyone, anything that dares to lay a finger on you. It's moments like these that make them question whether you should be there. It doesn't matter if you are a child of Ares, for example, this is not your fight.

They divide you and there is no jealousy between them, considering how much they trust each other. But they enjoy having their one-on-one time with you as well as together. It helps to strengthen the bond with you. They love you so much, there is nothing they wouldn't do for you.

You were too involved in the relationship, in the manipulation, to notice the signs of what was happening around you. The deaths, the disappearances... They all seemed unimportant when you were with them. You belonged to them and they will never let you go.

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mareastrorum · 20 days ago

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Hello! I’ve been looking at your blog after Critical Role episodes for a couple of weeks now and I have to agree with you wholeheartedly about pretty much all of it. I wanted to ask you your opinion on the idea that a majority of us are calling Bells Hells the bad guys because all they’re doing is ‘wanting to dismantle the oppressive force that aims to destroy an entire established society of innocent people’. I’m having trouble understanding what oppressive force that is?

Thanks for the ask! There's two parts to this, so I'm going to address them separately.

First, there is no "oppressive force that aims to destroy an entire established society of innocent people." Like, the only group that came close to that in this campaign was the Weave Mind and the Imperium, which intended to take over Exandria in its entirety and subject the entire population to hivemind slavery--but Bell's Hells did little to oppose them. Vox Machina (backed up by an army) demolished the Imperium's main forces at the Exandrian base of the bloody bridge. The Mighty Nein killed the Weave Mind and then started mopping up their allies that remained on Ruidus. Bell's Hells did nothing to support that rebellion other than assist on a scouting/sabotage mission and then flee.

Otherwise, there is no force aiming to destroy society. Ludinus wanted Predathos out so it could eat the gods, and there was no intent about anything other than that. He did not care one way or the other about collateral damage. Predathos doesn't either, but it wants to eat, and we do not know what level of divinity is too small for it to prioritize. And let's be serious, unless a god flees and lures it away, there's no reason for Predathos not to look at a planet full of life and think, "Hmmm, it might not taste good, but I am so fucking hungry."

A good while ago, when the Hells had initially reached Vasselheim, I saw discussion of whether Vasselheim and other Exandrian forces intended to wipe out all Reilorans and other Ruidus-based species. I think Evoroa's plea and assistance made directly to the leadership of Vasselheim has already prevented that potential result. Of course, the Exandrians are working together as a collective of dozens of factions, and each of those has untold numbers of individuals working for them. It's possible some of them will insist on war anyway, but given the actions of the three campaign parties, I don't see that happening on an organized scale. Regardless, Bell's Hells aren't focusing on that right now, and nothing they could/would do with Predathos would affect that either.

The only other faction that comes close to that idea is the Betrayer Gods, but they don't care about society. They want genocide. They want to murder every single mortal in existence, and then torment their immortal souls for all eternity. I literally cannot overstate the disdain the Betrayers have for mortals. They are Exandrians' ultimate enemy. The Divine Gate is the only thing protecting mortals from the Betrayers, and it requires every god to unanimously agree to drop it. That is phenomenal protection. There's been no serious threat to it since its creation.

In particular, I want to highlight that "the gods" as a category of entity are not a united faction. The gods don't rule anything on Exandria--not even Vasselheim. That's a purely mortal project! Mortals decided to build a city dedicated to the gods, and given that it's filled with their followers, the gods have historically spent particular attention to protecting it. That makes perfect sense, and it doesn't mean the gods are in charge of it.

Obviously, there will be other factions across Exandria that could fit that bill, but Bell's Hells hasn't had to deal with them in this campaign. Like, chaotic evil factions exist, they're just not in this story right now.

Next, whether Bell's Hells are villains, bad guys, etc.

I've written up how I assess villains in my pinned post. That's my general approach to any type of story, whether it's interactive, written, oral, etc. It's a very broad overview of when is a villain an effective narrative device? I am rather harsh in my criticism of villains: if they didn't improve the story, they should not have been included at all.

We could cherrypick through the various episodes to come up with an argument that Bell's Hells are the bad guys, but my problem with them is that they aren't effective villains. A villain's primary purpose is to highlight a theme in the negative: what is the wrong thing to do in these circumstances, and why is that? The reason they aren't effective is that they don't have a motivating purpose.

Bell's Hells are a chaotic faction that consistently deviates from whatever is requested of them. They claim to be for the people, then denigrate and oppose every faction they've encountered. They claim to have changed their minds about some of the gods (the Matron and the Arch Heart in particular), then repeatedly ignore or contradict the plain statements told to them, but they still seek out the gods' instructions regardless. This carelessness or apathy makes it impossible to map a philosophy onto the PCs other than "I felt like doing it in the moment."

None of them have been able to articulate a reason that they chose this path. Maybe the players will come up with some hamfisted excuse next episode, but it's still going to be unsatisfying from a narrative viewpoint. This stream had hundreds of hours to show that and instead needs someone to say it in the last episode. It's terrible storytelling, and none of them could claim that it was impossible to see this confrontation coming. We've known it was coming since Ludinus successfully bridged Exandria and Ruidus. There was time, and it was not spent wisely.

Going beyond dialogue, there's no consistency to Bell's Hells's actions except the desire to kill Ludinus. That muddled any potential message that could be conveyed about them as villains in a story except "kill Ludinus in particular." We can't even say they oppose any existing hegemony because none has been established in Exandria. There's no racial, economic, social, religious, etc. group dominating the world. Again, as said above, the gods don't rule anything, and they're stuck behind the gate.

Any potential to build Bell's Hells into worthwhile villains was squandered. Everyone but Orym had an explicit, tailor-made opportunity to lean into their darker personality traits, and every one of them chickened out--except Ashton, who gave into his desire to be special and have power to lash out at people standing over him. Unfortunately, Ashton's attempt to absorb another shard of a primordial would have also broken the game on a D&D level, so that got reversed and reworked into a character moment that also had no lasting impact on his character arc. Ashton hasn't bothered exploring it since. That's really the core problem: every time the PCs had the option to pursue a villainous path, they ran the fuck in the opposite direction, then dithered about what to do.

Without conviction, villains are merely bullies. They're just here to be mean, stop other people from getting what they want, and jeer at others when they get their way. We saw that in this latest episode. There's nothing Bell's Hells wants. They don't even want to be involved. They're just doing it because they can't even commit to going home--because they're player characters in a D&D game, and the players didn't want to switch to new characters.

That makes for a terrible villain story. Like, once we see the final episode and all the PCs have had an opportunity to take action and speak on their own behalf, we'd be able to revisit this with more definitive statements. Unfortunately, I can't think of a single way this could go that would correct the flaws I've already listed. It's far too late to correct the characters' lack of direction to develop a coherent villain arc for any of Bell's Hells.

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sftykth · 9 months ago

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milk and cookies ⟢ anakin skywalker i.

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╭ summary: your doll like face will be the end of anakin skywalker he was sure of it. however he must stay away from his disturbing thoughts as he was only your sugar daddy, and you two had agreed on a deal, no physical contact. Though for how long can you both resist the temptation?

╭ pairing: y/n x anakin skywalker

╭ genre: college au!, gap age (y/n is 20, anakin is 42), sugar daddy

╭ a/n: hi everyone! i couldn’t help but make another story as the idea sprung into my head. i would love to hear your feedback on it!:)

Today seemed like God was not on your side.

From the moment you had woken to your alarm not going off, to the precious sweat you had to break for chasing a taxi to meet him. You will admit you might have slept through the alarm this morning but that can't be entirely your fault. Your curious little mind just had to stay up and do research more of the stranger that you will be seeing for the first time today.

Anakin Skywalker. The name that drove you crazy for the past two weeks straight. A very well known man in Coruscant, the front leading man for ruling the state. To say you were quite intimidated by him would be an understatement, however you tried to ease yourself by reminding your little head that he agreed to this.

When you created an account for a sugar daddy website, seeing the man who was known for being cold and ruthless was the last person you expected. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, wondering if you should add him. Handsome wasn't enough to describe this man, he was absolutely divine. The blue piercing eyes had made your breath hitch, you had been aware of his overwhelming looks but seeing it up close still made your knees weak. The sunken smile lines revealed his age and instead of making you feel turned off, it inflamed something deep within you. Creating an account was purely for financial gain, as a broke college student you had listened to your friend and pushed yourself to try it out.

As you sit in the taxi on the way to the little cafe you both had agreed to meet, just on the outskirts of the city. Away from the prying eyes. You reminisce on the first messages you two had exchanged, past you not believing that the day will come were you will meet this man.

April, 2024.

[Sky] Hi.

[Dollface] hey! what's up?!

[Sky] You added me?

[Dollface] um well yea but just a polite thing to say yk..

[Sky] I see. I don't think I have you seen on here before.

[Dollface] come here often huh;)

[Sky] Funny.

[Dollface] sorry. yeah im new here. hoping not to run into no creeps haha

[Sky] Well, one thing I can promise is that I'm not a creep. So dollface, why are you here?

At the moment you were scared by his harsh tone but you grew to embrace it and it only made you tease him harder. Even his texting style made you think about how much older he was, nearly twice your age. Somehow it just didn't concern you that much, you knew that getting into something like this will most likely mean that the men on the website will be much older. You only ever had one boyfriend in your twenty ears, and that was when you were sixteen and he was around the same age. You shook your head at the thought, this man is not going to become your boyfriend. This is a pure transactional relationship, something he made to stress.

Him being a known figure had its advantages to that you were able to get every detail of his life, from a young age he was put into the world of leadership and wealth. Age eighteen he had already won the elections and was announced as the youngest ruler of the state. Married at twenty one to the daughter of the ruler of Naboo, Mr Amidala and having twins just at the pure age of twenty three. You shuddered at the though of having to raise children so young. Though an unexpected divorce at the age of thirty had made you raise your eyebrows, even though you knew of the power couple you were never really into politics, the topic being all too confusing for someone like you. Leaving twelve years of being single, you wondered what caused him to join such website, he didn't reveal much through messages.

"Miss, we are here." You heard the driver speak up, you shook out of your thoughts and thanked him before handing some cash and leaving the car.

You shivered at the cold breeze that swept by you, you tugged your little pink skirt further down. Hoping that warmer days are coming, you hated the cold. Finally, the realization that you will be meeting this man that you have been messaging hit you like a ton of bricks. You gulped, as you peered at the cafe in front of you. Without another thought you rushed through the doors, feeling bad you that you must of have left him waiting. From the research you had done you knew he was a punctual man, always the first one ready for every event.

Scanning the area around you before you spotted the tall figure sat right at the back booth. You didn't even realize he was already staring you down like you had murdered his whole family, speed walking to the table.

"I'm so sorry Mr Skywalker, I slept through my alarm this morning and I didn't realize how long the ride will take." you rambled on, cheeks turning red being under his intense stare.

He hummed and pointed to the seat in front of him, not saying a word yet. Your hands shook slightly at the silence he was giving you, taking the seat he was pointing. Expecting the cold shoulder but still slightly hoping that the messages you had exchanged had encouraged some form of lightheartedness.

"Twenty minutes. That is how long I have been waiting for you. I must say I'm very displeased by this." Were his first words to me, oh that sweet honey voice rolling smoothly of his tongue. You took every word in carefully, gazing up at him you tried not to get too distracted by his good looks.

"I'm sorry... I will do better next time. I promise Mr Skywalker." you mumbled, biting your lip as sudden shyness took over your body.

"Not so bold now are, dollface? I must say the nickname does match the face." he added as he toyed with the coffee cup in his hand. The compliment had made you blush harder, not being able to look into his eyes no more as you shook your head carefully. The way he said the nickname had made your thighs clench together beneath the table, hoping he didn't notice the action. He did.

You were unsure how to reply, not really expecting for him to be so forward, before you could say anything he begins with a "So, are you ready to go through the rules?"

This made you look up. Rules? He was really an organised man afterall. "Yes." You replied, unsure what possible rules he will be giving you but still ready to hear what he wants from you. The intention of why you were on the website in the first place was known to him but you were yet to learn what he wanted from you. He said he would only discuss it in person which encouraged the meeting in the first place.

"Okay good. So as you know already my job requires of me to attend to many different events. Not just around our state but to others as well." He carefully listed, his eyes never leaving yours. Though you were taking every word in carefully, knowing you couldn't afford to anger him. Being late already set you back in your eyes, so you had to try harder to impress him. You scoffed inside, you didn't have to impress him, this is not a date. You had to remind yourself once again.

"My uncle, well he is a very persistent man and as much as I try to push his talks away it seems impossible. He wants me to marry again. This is something I cannot do, but to push those frustrating talks away I thought you could be an actual help here." Furrowing your eyebrows, you added puzzled, "You want to marry me?"

He scoffed at the words. For some reason that made your insides feel weird. You shook your head, this is not a date. You kept repeating in your head. "No, of course not. I meant that you could play a pretend girlfriend or some sort. Only for a while, until he backs off and I can finish off my tasks without having to hear his talks." He answered, taking a sip of his coffee. You licked your lips in response, you felt crazy for finding any action of his so sexy. You had to control yourself.

"I see. So what would be rules I would need to follow?" You asked, still unsure about this whole thing but deep within you knew you wanted to keep seeing this man. Something about him made you question your morals, wanting to do absolutely anything to please him. Once again you had to shake your head at such disturbing thoughts appearing in your head.

"Well firstly, you will and must attend every event that I have scheduled. No matter last minute or not, those events are super important for me and my job. And that way the media will be able to spread the word of their leader in a relationship and my uncle can finally back off. There will be no physical contact between us besides a typical hand hold, and only for such contact to made will be at those events. And for your attendance you will be payed as discussed prior of course." This seemed so easy for him as he spoke, always so professional.

You had to take all the information in, this was such an unusual situation. When your friend said to join the website you were expecting you will have to get some form of sexual interaction but this, this was so different. You can't lie, it was really an amazing deal. Though you cannot lie that the last rule made you slightly disappointing, you didn't know how you will control yourself next to this man and not be able to touch him.

"Deal" You squealed, throat dry from not speaking up for a while. Embarrassment took over you, hoping you didn't draw too much attention to yourself. You saw a slight smirk appear on his handsome face, "That's good, I'm glad." You still couldn't look into his eyes for long before staring at the table, playing with the hems at the end of your skirt.

"It was nice meeting you, dollface. I hope that our next meeting will be with you on time." The comment made your head shot up, face flushed as your doe like eyes stared up him, you saw his adams apple wobble as he swallowed, adjusting his tie he stood up, ready to leave.

"Oh and nice shirt, dollface." Were his last words as he turned away and walked out the doors. Leaving you speechless and embarrassed, you looked down at the shirt and saw you had forgotten in your late process to put a bra on, your white shirt clearly highlighting the hardened nipples from the earlier cold you felt.

You cursed yourself, this is going to be the hardest thing you will have to do. You were sure of it.

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voxslays · 2 months ago

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Apple of My Eye

Featuring >>> Lucifer x Reader; In which, an attempt to kill baby Charlie goes south. Resulting in a soporific curse placed upon the reader.

Part Two Part Three

Unfortunate. That’s what it was. It had only been a couple thousand years since both you and Lucifer were cast down from heaven into the abyss of darkness you now called home. It had taken at least a hundred years to get used to your surroundings—the new plants, animals, and completely different species (Imps and Hellhounds)—and of course the six other deadly sins. Satan and Mammon seemed to immediately dislike the two of you, despite the fact that they never could have existed without you. However, you and Bee got along well—sharing a love for food. And despite your unfortunate circumstances, you adapted rather quickly for hell’s standard, Lucifer starting to build his kingdom and family.

You had only tied the knot around fifty years ago (which is like 2ish years for immortal beings), deciding that you wanted to spend the rest of eternity together. Hell was no longer and endless nightmare pit—it was thriving—much to the dismay of the angels above you. And recently, a few humans (which were now called sinners) had fallen into your lands. Soon, there were a few hundred of them, along with the couple hundred thousand Imps and Hellhounds that lived there too.

Heaven was not pleased. They were already coming up with plans on how to stop you and Lucifer from ever growing stronger than them. When the announcement of a royal baby on the way, Lucifer was sent a letter by his twin brother Micheal. The letter was a warning. Yet, you and Lucifer carelessly discarded it. A mistake neither of you would realize until it was too late.

The day Charlie was born was the best day of your lives. She was a beautiful baby girl, who looked exactly like her father. Yellow eyes with red pupils, pale white skin, rosy red cheeks, and of course, the signature blonde Morningstar curls. You were so happy. Unfortunately, that happiness wouldn’t last long. Within minutes of Charlie’s birth, the seraphim, Sera, arrived at the palace.

The seraphim, led by Micheal himself, stormed into the palace, their golden wings glinting menacingly under the dim hellish light. Micheal's eyes landed on the newborn Charlie, wrapped in a blanket in your arms. “We couldn't allow this to happen," Micheal said coldly, his angelic face contorting with disgust. "The antichrist, born in Hell, under the rule of the fallen Morningstar…" Great, he was being cryptic as usual.

Lucifer gently lets go of your hand and steps forward. “Micheal, please.” Micheal raises his angelic sword, blocking Lucifer's path. "You've broken nearly every heavenly law, brother. Your actions have consequences." The other seraphim fan out, surrounding your family. Yet, Lucifer refuses to back down. “I refuse to give you my daughter.” He says, his red horns quickly growing out of his head as he enters his demon form. All you can do is watch in horror as you hug your new daughter closer.

Micheal's expression hardens. "Lucifer, you leave us no choice." He signals to the other seraphim. In response, they draw their swords, their golden wings spreading out menacingly as they surround your bed. Suddenly, Micheal blasts some kind of curse—you can’t tell what kind—aimed directly at Charlie. You weren’t going to let this angelic bastard hurt your only daughter, so you did the only thing you could think of. You close your eyes as you turn and shield the infant with your body.

Your scream echoes through the Morningstar palace as the divine curse strikes you instead. “NO!” Lucifer screams, running to your unconscious body. Micheal watches, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Consider this a warning…" He says, before creating a portal and stepping back into the pearly gates of heaven. Lucifer takes Charlie in one arm and gently tries to shake you awake, but it’s no use. You won’t wake.

A couple of hours later, you open your eyes to a crying Lucifer, covering his face, and a sleeping Charlie in his lap. “Luci..?” You groan, grabbing your now aching forehead. "You're awake," Lucifer says, relief filling his voice, but his face is still contorted with anger and unshed tears. "You took the curse for Charlie…" He trails off, his voice breaking as he realizes the gravity of the situation. “How could I not?”

Lucifer pauses for a moment. Whether he likes it or not, he would’ve done the same thing, you both know it. "You could’ve died." Your husband mutters, sniffling as he wipes his face. “We could’ve lost you.” He carefully checks your arms, your neck, trying to find where the curse hit you. “I’m sorry.” You gently wipe his tears with your thumb. He nuzzles against your hand, setting Charlie down in her cradle. "Damn it, why did you have to be so selfless?" He sniffles, his arms wrapping around your waist possessively. "Micheal’s curse…" Lucifer swallows hard. “Do you feel different?”

“Just tired.” You yawn. His expression softens with worry, though there's still a hint of anger in his voice "Don't fall back asleep yet, ducky.” He gives you a sweet smile. “I’ll call the Royal doctors to examine you properly. That curse…it's divine magic. It could have lasting effects." You yawn again. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” You gently squeeze his hand as you drift off again. "No, no more sleeping." His voice carries an urgent edge as he gently shakes your shoulders "Please, my love…" Charlie stirs in her cradle, sensing the tension. "Look at me…stay awake…" But you don’t. You drift off into your dreams, leaving a very worried Lucifer behind.

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The Devil's Advocate - Chapter 15

Pairing: Delinquent!Noah Sebastian X Pastor's Daughter!Reader

Summary: Noah is a delinquent with a lot of anger at the church. You're a pastor's daughter plagued by moral perfectionism, charged with overseeing the community service he's been sentenced to complete. You've never encountered true temptation before. How will you fare up against Noah, who not only isn't bound by the same rules of purity as you, but actively scoffs at them?

Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Smut, angst, religious themes, religious guilt

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Something sweet and floral hovered in the very front of Noah’s nostrils, tugging him out of his slumber. Warm and comforting, it was a scent he’d become familiar with but couldn’t place until he opened his eyes and saw your hair sprawled across the pillow.

He stretched slowly, trying not to wake you as he slid out from under the blankets, slipped on his boots and stepped outside.

Pissing with morning wood was never comfortable for him. Usually, he’d wait until it went down, but nature was one persistent motherfucker who kept calling, so he leaned against the edge of the shed and tried his best to aim for a pile of snow. He scrubbed his free hand over his face, noticing he could use a shave, then sighed, pressing his forehead to the freezing metal of the shed, closed his eyes, and allowed memories of last night to come flooding back to him.

You on your back, legs spread, the feverish look in your eye as he tightened his hand around your wrists—you, arching into him as his lips skimmed the soft skin of your neck—you, writhing on top of him, crying out as you chased your high. You—face down on the floor as Noah spilled himself into you.

Noah was no stranger to sex. In fact, he’d wager he was more experienced than most men his age, but he had never had it like that. That wasn’t just fucking. That was a religious experience. At one point, he felt his soul leave his body, floating somewhere in the ether, only to come slamming back down into him and shattering into a million pieces, one of which, he was pretty sure, lodged itself in you like a fucking horcrux.

Noah had long ago given up the search for God, but there was a part of him that was convinced he found it in you last night. And if that wasn’t divine, he didn’t know what was.

With a couple shakes and a quick cinch of his sweatpants drawstring, he stepped back inside, slid his boots off, and wrapped himself around you. His shift at the factory didn’t start until three, and he was intent on spending as much time as physically possible soaking in the feeling of your warm, silky skin against his before he left.

When he curled his fingers around your waist to pull you closer, you stirred, stretching your arms overhead in a big yawn as you turned to face him, then draped them over his shoulders while you blinked yourself awake.

“Morning,” you mumbled.

“Morning,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose. You chased his lips with yours, pressing a sleepy kiss into his mouth and Noah sighed, feeling like he could spend the rest of his life here with you, just like this.

“Power’s back on,” he whispered, slipping his hand under your sweater and splaying his fingers across your belly.

You sighed, smiling in your sleepy state. “Is that so?”

You yawned again, and Noah took the opportunity to press his lips to your neck. You hummed in contentment, combing your fingers through his hair.

“What time is it?” you whispered.

“Just past ten,” he muttered against your collarbone.

“If the power’s on, does that mean we can make coffee?” you asked, rubbing your eyes while Noah slid his hands further under your shirt to cup your breasts.

“Mmm…in a minute,” he said, kneading the soft flesh. He dragged his lips to the area where your neck and shoulder met, nipping and then soothing the spot with his tongue.

You threw your head back, laughter escaping your mouth and sounding like a sweet melody to his ears. You scraped your nails softly over his shoulders as his hands trailed lower down your body, making their way towards the vice he craved much more than coffee.

“Okay, okay,” you sighed through a smile sitting up and reaching for your purse while Noah tried to work his hand past the elastic waistband of your panties. He had finally, finally hooked his fingers underneath the elastic when you playfully swatted his hand away

“Let me at least plug my phone in.” You grinned, donning that sultry tone that tied him into knots. Noah groaned, rolling onto his back. He stared at the ceiling while he waited for you to finish.

“By all means, take forever,” he grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Absolute baby,” you whispered, scoffing to yourself while you knelt beneath the desk, searching for an outlet. “Acting like we didn’t just have sex a few hours ago.”

“That’s far too long in my book,” he said, eyes landing on your ass. Noah couldn’t help himself. He knelt behind you, hips pressed up against yours so you could feel just how achingly hard he was.

You chuckled, wiggling your hips around to taunt him and it wasn’t fair how absolutely whipped he was for you. He grasped your hips, pulling them into his to sate his desire for some degree of friction.

He reached around to rub you over your sweats and heard you sigh softly as you finally found the outlet. When you turned around to face him, you draped your arms over his shoulders.

“Someone’s needy this morning,” you whispered, pressing your plush lips against his.

Noah sat back, pulling you into his lap. “Can you blame me?” he asked, clutching at your waist and guiding your hips back and forth. If he didn’t get inside you soon, he was going to lose it.

You sighed into his mouth, running your nails along his scalp. Goosebumps erupted all over his flesh, sparking his nerve endings to life and he had to fight to keep himself grounded.

“I have an idea,” he said, breaking the kiss. He tucked his thumbs underneath the waistband of your pants and started to drag them down over your hips. “What if you take these off and we see what happens?”

“Oh,” you said in mock surprise, smiling down at him from where you were perched, “is that your idea?”

“Yeah, I thought it was pretty brilliant,” he grinned, sliding your pants the rest of the way off and you allowed him, lifting your hips to make them easier to remove.

As soon as your sweatpants were off of your ankles, they were chucked into the corner of the room, Noah’s hand made a beeline for your pussy, sliding his fingers between the folds to find you already delightfully slick. You sighed, eyes fluttering shut as his fingers slipped into you with little effort on his part, and a low moan escaped from between your parted lips.

If Noah could play that sound on loop in his head, he’d never get tired of it.

Somewhere behind you, a phone chimed. Ignoring it, you fumbled with the drawstring on his sweats hurrying to untie them. Noah momentarily withdrew his fingers from you so he could lift his hips and let you inch his pants down his legs, freeing his cock.

Just like he did last night, he suckedhis fingers clean, losing himself in the salty, sweet, full-bodied taste of you. At some point today, he was going to bury his face in you. He made a mental note to check that off his list before he went to work.

You dropped back down, sliding your naked pussy over his cock, causing it to twitch. He was painfully hard and extra sensitive.. “Fuuuuuuck,” he groaned low as you started rocking back and forth on him. He could just die at how warm and wet it was. Noah knew that fucking you without protection wasn’t a good idea, but he’d have given anything to sheath himself in you raw at that moment.

You brought your lips to his, kissing him sweetly as the phone chimed again. He chuckled into the kiss. “Someone’s popular today,” he whispered.

You smiled, humming an impatient sigh and moving your hips with more intensity. “Ava’s probably bored. I’ll talk to her later.”

Noah was more than happy to help you ignore your phone, gathering your hair in a fist at the base of your skull and pulling to expose your neck to him. In the daylight, and at this angle, he could fully admire his handiwork—a kaleidoscope of angry purple and red marks up and down your neck. He swelled with pride, knowing he was the one who had put them there. He’d left his mark on you— he’d claimed you as his own, and now everyone would know.

The phone chimed several more times. You glanced over at it and Noah rolled his eyes, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at back at him. “Ignore it,” he commanded.

You nodded, and as a reward, Noah dipped his thumb into your mouth, which you gratefully swirled your tongue over and around while moaning, and fuck, if that wasn’t the hottest fucking thing Noah’d ever witnessed.

“Come here,” he grunted, pulling you into a deep kiss, licking into your mouth and sucking on your lips until they were red and swollen. You ate it up, whimpering into the kiss and he had to get inside of you immediately or else he’d die. He’d just die right there.

“Hold on, let me grab a condom,” he said, reluctantly shifting you off him so he could search for the stash he’d kept in his pockets, grateful to his past self for having the forethought to keep them on-hand.

All the while, the flood of notifications chimed incessantly from your phone and Noah was about to throw the goddamned thing out the window if it didn’t stop distracting him.

“Can you silence it?” he called to you over his shoulder, huffing with satisfaction and unsated desire when his fingertips found a foil wrapper.

“Yeah,” you said, reaching for it just as a call started ringing.

You sighed, shaking your head as you scanned the caller ID. .“Ugh, it’s my parents. They’re probably worried about the storm. I’ll call them back later.” Ignoring the call, you locked your phone and tossed it back onto the floor.

Noah pulled you towards him by the ankles and you yelped as your body slid into his. You erupted into a fit of giggles, draping your legs on either side of Noah as you sprawled out on the carpet. You were the most beautiful thing Noah had ever seen in that moment, like a goddess splayed out before him on the nest of blankets.

Quickly, he grabbed his phone off his desk and opened his camera app.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Nothing,” he said, right before the shutter sound chimed.

“Delete that!” you said, reaching for the phone.

“No!” he said, placing his palm on your chest to keep you on the carpet. There was no way you could overpower him, but it was adorable to watch you try. “It’s mine.”

Huffing once you realized it wasn’t going to work, you fell back down to the nest of blankets on the floor. “Don’t show anyone,” you warned.

“I’d never,” Noah replied, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his cock, which had become painfully hard by that point. Groaning, he soaked in the sensation of you rubbing up and down his shaft and he pushed the condom into your other hand.

The phone started ringing again and you turned to see the screen. Noah was three seconds away from throwing that fucking phone out into the snow.

“Don’t you dare,” he hissed, wrapping his arm around your waist to keep you from reaching for it.

“I’m just going to silence it,” you said, pecking him on the lips. Noah let go, falling back onto his heels and sighing as he gave in and stroked his cock pathetically a few times.

“Shit!” you whispered, staring at the screen and in an instant, your demeanor shifted to worried. His heart pounded against his ribcage, and for one selfish moment, his only concern was the tightness in his balls and how whatever you saw on your phone threatened his chance to release it.

“What’s wrong?” Noah asked, catching himself. The blood drained from your face, and he swallowed thickly, willing his thoughts away from his groin and back onto you.

“It’s my dad,” you said, scrolling through the notifications on your screen. “He’s here.”

“He’s here?!” Noah half-shouted, causing you to jump. “Sorry,” he said, controlling his volume. “I mean, he’s here? I thought you said your parents were in Africa.” Kneeling behind you, he wrapped an arm around your middle, resting his chin on your shoulder to see the screen. A long string of texts appeared, each one growing angrier and angrier in tone.

“They were,” you said, panic rising in your wavering tone. “They came home yesterday after they heard about the storm. I guess they’ve been trying to reach me all night.” With shaky hands, you typed your passcode to begin a reply, when the screen lit up with another phone call from “Dad”.

“Don’t answer,” Noah whispered, already knowing it was a lost cause. He rested his forehead on your shoulder as you swiped to accept it.

“Dad?” you asked, voice more timid than he’d ever heard. You got to your feet and started pacing around the small space, the absence of your skin on his leaving him feeling cold and empty.

He couldn’t hear what your father was saying, but judging by the stern, tinny tone coming through the speaker, he could tell your father was not happy.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I stayed at a friend’s.”

The voice sounded again, and Noah watched as a parade of emotions danced across your face. First concern, then guilt, sadness, and finally, fear.

“I know. My phone died. I’m sorry,” you said, and your voice cracked on the last word. He was at a loss for how to comfort you. All he could do was regretfully pull his clothes back on and watch you anxiously pace back and forth, biting your nails and curling into yourself.

“Now?” you asked. “But I—,” you began, but you were cut off by another loud lecture on the other end of the line. “Okay,” you said at last. “Okay just—just hold on. I’ll be there in a minute. Love you.”

As soon as you ended the call, your eyes snapped to his, his heart folding in on itself when he saw the fear in your misty eyes. Wordlessly, you buried your head in his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, rocking you back and forth. There was a rock weighing heavy in the pit of his stomach and he had a horrible feeling about what you might be going home to. More than anything, he wanted to keep you in the safety of his embrace, but he knew he only had mere moments left with you.

“Stay,” he whispered, knowing full well that you wouldn’t.

“I’m sorry,” you said, words coming out choked.

“Please? I just got you.”

“I c—,” you began but your breath hitched and you choked back a sob. “Noah, I can’t.”

Noah pulled back, taking your face in his hands and wiping your tears with his thumbs. “I’ll walk you.”

You shook your head, sniffling. “He can’t see you. He can’t know I was with you.”

His heart wrenched inside his chest. He tried his best to calm himself—tell himself it would be okay. Christmas break would be over in a few weeks and he’d have you back.

He helped you find your clothes and search around the room for your things, and when that was done, he stood in the doorway as you laced up your boots, shaky fingers fumbling as you hurriedly tied them.

At last, you stood. Noah scanned over your face, searching for affirmation that you’d be okay, but he couldn’t find any. Instead, he saw only fear and regret.

“Call me?” you asked sniffling, and Noah nodded.

“Every night if I need to,” he reassured, and your face melted into a teary smile despite everything you were feeling.

Noah wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close and kissing you deeply—as deeply as he could in the limited time frame he had. Salty, fresh tears seeped through the kiss and onto his tongue, and Noah tried to memorize the taste and the exact shape of you in his arms so he could dream about it while you were gone.

The kiss lingered, both of you hesitant to break it, but eventually it was you who pulled away first. “I have to go,” you whispered and Noah knew it was time to let go, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it until you pried yourself out of his embrace.

You took a few hesitant steps toward the road, then stopped, turning back to him.

“Noah?” You paused to worry at your lip. “I…,”

You trailed off, unable to finish your thought.

But Noah understood. He knew the exact words on the tip of your tongue, because they were on the tip of his, unable to launch themselves past his lips, but still very, very real in their meaning.

“I know,” he said. “Me too.”

With one last look, you took a few steps backward, then turned on your heel, and took off running toward campus.

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Noah knew it was risky to follow you. He knew it was a bad idea to chance being seen, but he couldn’t help it. He had to make sure you were okay.

He stayed a safe distance away—fifty yards or so, but he kept his head down and tried to look as inconspicuous as possible while he jogged after you.

He stopped across the street from campus, hiding himself behind an SUV parked on the side of the road while he watched the scene before him unfold.

There your father stood: a man of impressive size. He had to be at least six feet tall, possibly taller, with at least thirty more pounds of muscle than Noah’d been able to achieve. He had that father-strength—the kind that comes from half a century’s worth of toil that Noah wouldn’t be able to achieve for at least another thirty years.

You stopped just a few steps short of him, and not a full second passed before your dad launched into a lecture. Noah couldn’t make out the words over the wind, but he could tell by the way your father gesticulated wildly around him that he was livid.

You stood unmoving as the hair whipped around your face, head bowed and eyes trained on the ground in front of you, and Noah wasn’t close enough to see the actual tears falling in front of your face, but he knew you well enough to know they were there.

His hands clenched themselves into fists on their own accord, itching to swing. Every bone in his body begged him to march over there and defend you, but he knew it would only make things worse. So, begrudgingly, he held himself back and watched.

Finally, after what may have been ten minutes of tirade, you dad pointed towards your dorm building and you nodded, disappearing inside of it and reappearing a few minutes later with a backpack and a duffel bag.

Then you loaded them into your father’s white pickup.

Then you climbed into the passenger’s seat.

Then the truck drove away, taking a piece of Noah’s heart with it.

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“And on top of that, you haven’t been attending church?” your father scolded, passing a silver Corolla on the highway without using his turn signal.

“Who told you that?” you asked.

Your dad’s lecture continued in the car. He was angry with you for not checking in with him, he’d explained, knowing you could have found a space to charge your phone and wondering why you hadn’t volunteered with the worship center’s efforts to set up their own storm shelter, considering they had a state-of-the-art generator that had been generously donated by some of the wealthier members of the community.

“Doesn’t matter who told me. Is it true?” he asked, adjusting his white knuckled grip on the steering wheel. His temple throbbed, his signature tell that his anger threatened to burst at the seams, and he was doing a poor job of concealing it.

You turned to look out the window watching the snowy town slip behind you, watched as the space between houses grew, until the landscape turned to vast swaths of farmland.

“Isaac and I had a disagreement,” you said finally. “I didn’t want to see him.”

“A disagreement about what?” you father asked, his tone more gentle now that you’d finally started to open up.

Growing up, whenever you got angry about something, your parents always quoted the Bible passage about being slow to anger, but whenever your father was angry, he called it righteous anger, whatever that meant. It was his get-out-of-jail-free card to use whenever he didn’t want to hold himself accountable. If you were to call him out at that moment, that would have been his defense.

“I really don’t want to talk about it,” you deflated, resting your feet on the dashboard.

Your father exhaled heavily through his nose. “You can’t let personal stuff get in the way of your walk with God or your responsibilities to the church,” he said. “I put you in a leadership position with the worship band this year. I trusted you with it because I thought you could handle the pressure.”

“Well I can’t, okay?” you blurted, hating how much emotion managed to make its way into your voice. You buried your head in your arms. “I’m not this perfect daughter you want me to be. I’m still just discovering who I am and it’s like you want me to be this cookie-cutter person who never messes up.”

Your father clicked his tongue, sighing. Of course he was disappointed with your outburst—you were also disappointed with your behavior, but not for the same reasons.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he said in an attempt to comfort you.

“Well that’s what it felt like you meant,” you muttered into your knees and you could feel your throat tightening. You knew you were directing your anger at the situation towards him unfairly. You had many justified reasons to be angry, but at the heart of it all, you just wanted to be back with Noah and your father had ripped you away from the first shreds of freedom and autonomy you’d ever tasted.

He sighed again, hand coming to rest on your back. It felt slimy, and you wanted to throw it off you. But you knew it would only set your father off again, knew it would only launch another lecture about how unacceptable your attitude was.

He kept his hand on your back, but the conversation died down and you spent the rest of the drive home in tense, uncomfortable silence. until at last, he pulled into the driveway of your family home and shut the truck off.

“Look, I know I was harsh,” he began, and the muscles in your shoulders relaxed a few ticks. Maybe the two of you could work through this, and a few weeks at home wouldn’t be the end of the world. You would carry out your responsibilities, suffer through all the church stuff, and then be back in Noah’s arms in less than a month. You could call and text him every day until then.

“But it’s just because I worr—,” he cut off mid-sentence and you looked up at him to see his eyes narrowed. “What’s on your neck?”

You brought your hand to your neck, unaware of what he was talking about. “I don’t know,” you said.

“What the hell is on your neck?” he questioned again, voice full of the same anger from earlier—possibly even more. You flinched, not used to hearing your father use a word like hell in a sentence unless he was talking about the place itself.

“I don’t know!” you said, flipping the visor in front of you down and peering in the mirror.

Several dark purple and red marks dotted your neck, dipping down past the collar of your hoodie. There was no mistaking what had left them there.

Your stomach dropped, heart pounding and flooding your system with adrenaline. For a moment, you froze, not knowing how to move forward, and then your father’s booming voice broke through your trance.

“Get in the house,” he shouted and you jumped, wrenching open the door and running inside, straight up the stairs and into your room, locking the door behind you. You hid behind the bed, knowing full well it wouldn’t protect you from whatever was coming.

You heard the loud steps of your father following you, then the loud bangs of his fist on your door. “Open this door!” he shouted. Even with the door muffling his screaming, you curled into yourself, plugging your ears and rocking back and forth in search of reprieve.

“Open this goddamned door or I will rip it off its hinges!”

You panicked, searching the room for a way out, but you were on the second floor and the only window led to a two-story drop to the concrete driveway.

Then you heard your mother, stomping up the stairs and shouting back at your father.

“Bruce! Don’t you dare speak to her like that!” You’d never heard your mother yell at him before. She has always had his back in every single matter, following his lead.

“Your daughter’s been fooling around with some hoodlum,” he shouted. “She has hickeys all over her neck!”

“Oh, well I wonder where she gets it from,” your mother spat, matching his volume

You unplugged your ears, listening more intently to their shouting match. What did your mother mean by that?

“Will you keep it down? She’s right there,” he hissed and you moved closer to the door to hear the rest of his conversation, stomach tying itself in knots. “I have a responsibility to protect my daughter’s innocence.”

“Oh, like you protected the innocence of that volunteer?” spat your mother, still maintaining her volume. “She wasn’t that much older. What about her innocence?”

You heard some grumbling and muttering, and what sounded like a fist banging against a wall, before your father’s footsteps moved down the hall towards his study. “I’m not discussing this with you here.”

As the door to his study slammed, your mother muttered some snide remark under her breath before stalking down the stairs.

What. The fuck.

What volunteer? Who was your mother talking about? And why on God’s green Earth wasn’t she upset when your father had told her about the hickeys? There was no way—

Your thoughts stopped in their tracks as you realized you didn’t have the emotional capacity to begin processing the conversation that had just taken place—let alone all the events of this morning. You needed to check in with Noah before you could even begin to wrap your head around it.

You got up, walked over to your bed and collapsed into it, searching your pockets for your phone, with no luck. Pounding your fist against your head, you realize you’d left it in the truck. Perhaps, if you waited until the evening, you could sneak out and grab it without your parents noticing?

Though it was barely noon, the exhaustion from the past few days had finally started to catch up to you. Your body ached, both from the workouts you’d done at the gym the other day and from shoveling all day. Rolling over, another sort of ache settled in—this one from the ghost of Noah’s presence in your body.

You’d lost your virginity. This massive responsibility that had hung over your head for years was finally no longer your burden to bear. Inside, you tingled with the knowledge that Noah had been there. You could almost still feel the stretch of him inside you, could almost taste his tongue on yours, could smell him on you—traces of him littered all over you.

You cupped yourself as if to trap the memory, curling up and trying to remember every single moment you’d shared with him last night and this morning, and before you knew it, tears started leaking out.

You didn’t know where they were coming from and felt embarrassed by the severity of your emotions, but didn’t fight them, either. For whatever reason, you knew it was important for you to feel this.

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Several hours later, you woke groggy, starving, thirsty, and desperately needing to use the bathroom.

Listening carefully for any sign of life on the other side you inched the door open and tip-toed down the hall to the bathroom. When you were done, you peered around the corner to your father’s study, finding it empty. As was your parent’s bedroom.

Creeping down the stairs, you got to the landing, peered out the door, and saw that your father’s truck had gone, which meant your phone went with it.

Sighing, you rounded the doorway to the kitchen to find your mother sitting at the island in the center, typing something on her laptop. She looked up as soon as you entered and stared at you for several long moments before she spoke.

“He was right,” she said curtly. “You’ve got marks all over you.”

“Are you mad?” you asked, hesitantly walking to the cupboard to fetch a glass. You poured yourself some water from the filtered pitcher in the fridge, then got out ingredients to make yourself a sandwich.

She exhaled slowly, sucking on her tongue as she thought about her response. “I’m surprised,” she began. “You always seemed so committed to your purity.”

You said nothing, slathering a slice of bread with Miracle Whip.

“Your father thinks you broke your vow to God,” she continued, voice measured. “I told him that hickeys don’t necessarily mean you lost your virginity.”

She was prying for more information. She wanted you to deny that you’d done anything more than kiss a little bit, but you weren’t so sure you wanted to keep pretending.

“It’s natural for people your age to be curious,” she went on. “I mean, before we got married, your father and I weren’t saints. We engaged in…things. But we always made sure we were right with God–”

“What’s going on with you and dad?” you cut in.

Your mother’s face fell, her eyes dropped to the laptop in front of her, shoulders suddenly tense and lips pursed. For several moments, she didn’t say anything. When she opened her mouth, it looked like it took her effort to force the words past her lips.

“That’s none of your concern,” she said. She went back to typing, but you weren’t satisfied with her answer.

“Did he cheat on you? Are you getting a divorce?” you pressed. Normally you’d be gentler with how you approached a topic like this, but it wasn’t fair for them to chastise you if they had their own dirty secrets.

“That is enough,” she said, tone stern. “Your father and I are in a disagreement, and we are handling it.”

Handling it. More like sweeping it under the rug, the same way your family handled any major disagreement, always more interested in keeping up appearances so the congregation didn’t get wind of trouble in paradise and question your father’s ability to lead.

“Have you seen my phone?” you asked.

Your mother turned back to you, this time peering over her glasses in a look that let you know she thought your question was audacious.

“I’m surprised you think you still have a phone after the behavior you’ve exhibited,” she said, before turning back to her laptop.

“What?!” you said in disbelief, slamming the knife back down beside your half-made sandwich. “You’re taking away my phone?!”

“Not just your phone. Your laptop. Your gaming console. Your TV privileges,” she continued, not bothering to look up from her keyboard.

“That’s not fair,” you said.

“You won’t even have time to miss it. Dad’s got plans for you to work alongside him in the church over your break. Says it would do you good, and I agree.”

“This is trash!” you said, grabbing your pathetic excuse for a sandwich and stalking back off to your room.

“It’s called consequences,” your mother called after you, but you could barely hear her over the sound of your door slamming.

_______

Noah stared at the clock in his bedroom, grinding his molars together.

It was just after eight. You’d been gone for almost eight hours.

He crinkled up the aluminum foil wrapper from the burrito he’d ordered, fashioned it into a ball and then threw it up towards the ceiling, catching it on its way back down.

He couldn’t get your face out of his head, but not the version he wished would play on repeat. Notthe flushed, fucked-out version, lips parted, sighing out in ecstasy—no, that one he had to work to recall.

The one that haunted the insides of his eyelids was the image of you scared, distraught, on the verge of tears, unable to speak without your voice breaking. He’d never seen you look as small as you did when you were standing before your father, head bowed in shame.

Noah had texted you as soon as you left, asking if you were okay. He hadn’t heard anything back, which didn’t sit easy with him. Usually, you were very responsive. It was one of the things he liked most about you. Conversations were so easy. You put in just as much effort as he did, sometimes going above and beyond, stunning Noah with just how thoughtful and witty you were with your responses.

Radio silence was not your M.O.

Perhaps you’d been busy and hadn’t found an opportunity to text? Perhaps your father had forced you to attend church functions all evening and you hadn’t had a chance to check your phone?

Antsy, Noah fetched his phone out of his pocket, opening and closing the messaging app several times and huffed, tossing the aluminum foil ball into a trash can and rolling over on his bed. His finger hovered over your name, itching you text you again, but then thought better of it, navigating to his photo album instead.

He pulled up his most recent picture, and there you were, sprawled out on the blankets, shy smile on your face as you looked up at him with what could only be described as love in your eyes.

Noah stared for a while, zooming in on various parts of you and chastising himself for not taking more pictures of you when he had the opportunity. He’d already gotten off to the image twice that day, remembering the warm, wet vacuum of your pussy. If he were smarter, he’d have taken a video so he could hear you moaning his name.

Maybe, if he was lucky, he could get you to send him a video of you later.

He scratched at the stubble now visible on his chin and exhaled deeply. He couldn’t take it anymore. He had to hear your voice, just to know you were okay.

Noah switched back to his contacts, tapping on your name, and then pressing the call button.

The phone rang three times before it was answered. Nobody spoke at first.

“Uh…hello?” said Noah.

“Who is this?” came a gruff voice on the other end.

“This is Noah Davis. Who is this?” he answered.

“Pastor Bruce,” came the voice. Noah had a sneaking suspicion before that it was your father who had answered, but that confirmed it. Taking a deep breath, it was time to rip the band-aid off.

“Hi Pastor Bruce. I was wondering if I could speak with your daughter for a minute?” Noah asked, already knowing it was a long shot. Pastor Bruce did not seem happy about Noah calling his daughter.

“No-ah Da-vis…” your father repeated, elongating the syllables as he spoke, as if they were specimens for him to lay out on a table and examine under a microscope. “I recognize that name. You were the one who vandalized our worship center, right? I negotiated with the authorities to have your sentence reduced to community service.”

Noah’s stomach flipped over itself. His heart pounded in his ears and all his saliva evaporated, leaving his tongue to scrape over the roof of his mouth like sandpaper as he tried to force out a response.

“Uh…yes, sir. Thank you for that. The community service has been a good experience, your daughter has certainly helped me see things differently.” He was floundering, trying his best to spin a narrative that would somehow paint you in a better light.

“Don’t play with me, boy,” your father spat, and Noah immediately understood why you walked such a tightrope of moral perfectionism. He, too, would be terrified of this man’s disapproval if he lived under the same roof. “I’ve heard all about you. I know you’re the one corrupting my daughter.”

“Sir, I—,” Noah began, but he was cut off.

“Don’t deny it,” said Bruce. “Let me tell you something, boy.” It was clear he meant the last word as an insult, and the vitriol in your father’s voice chilled him to the bone. “You so much as speak to my daughter again, and I’ll make sure you’ll have to answer to more than just God for your sins.”

The line went dead.

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borninwinter81 · 1 year ago

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William Blake - an introduction for Good Omens fans

I have sent @neil-gaiman an ask regarding his feelings toward the poet/artist William Blake a couple of times, but no doubt due to the size of the poor man's inbox I haven't received a response. So I did a Google search to see if he's spoken about Blake before, and it did indeed come up with a fair few hits. I think you might enjoy seeing this Twitter post if you haven't already, the painting is from William Blake's illustrations to Paradise Lost.

It's not surprising that an author like Neil Gaiman might have an interest in Blake. A visionary from a young age, his imagination was such that he was surrounded by angels made visible in his mind's eye, and he interpreted these visions through poetry, painting and engraving, and self-printed and published many of his own works. This gave him complete freedom to say exactly what he wanted.

Though he had a passionate faith in God, he also had a deep distrust of the church as an institution, and disliked the use of religion as a means of control. This poem from "Songs of Experience" perhaps summarises his feelings best:

"I went to the Garden of Love,

And saw what I never had seen:

A Chapel was built in the midst,

Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this Chapel were shut,

And 'Thou shalt not' writ over the door;

So I turn'd to the Garden of Love,

That so many sweet flowers bore.

And I saw it was filled with graves,

And tomb-stones where flowers should be:

And Priests in black gowns, were walking their rounds,

And binding with briars, my joys & desires."

In his poetry there is often an incongruity with the generally accepted religious ideas of what is good and evil, Angel and Demon. In The Marriage of Heaven and Hell (there's a title that should make any GO fan sit up and pay attention) he tells us that "in the book of Job, Milton's Messiah is called Satan", signifying that he feels it is Lucifer/the devil who is the true Messiah of Paradise Lost.

He gives us The Voice of the Devil and Proverbs of Hell, and has Angels being transformed into Demons through enlightenment. He tells us that Jesus broke all of the 10 commandments, yet was still virtuous because he acted according to his own morality rather than rules.

The god-figure of his later works, Urizen, generally comes across as malevolent, seeking to bind and control, whilst Los, the Satan/Messiah figure represents freedom, imagination and creativity.

"Restraining desire" and acting contrary to your own nature seem to be the only real evils for Blake.

He expressed his faith through a love of the world and the beauty in it, summed up in this quote:

"When the Sun rises do you not see a round Disk of fire somewhat like a Guinea? O no no I see an innumerable company of the Heavenly host crying Holy Holy Holy is the Lord God Almighty".

He saw "God" in everything, in all the wonders we have around us, and considered writers/poets and religious prophets as essentially the same, since they both have a connection to the divine, and express it through stories.

It's quite ironic that probably his most famous poem, Jerusalem (the one that starts "and did those feet in ancient times walk upon England's mountains green"), was made into a very popular church hymn, yet it is supposed to be satirical in nature. The poem recounts the myth that Jesus may have visited England in his boyhood, and Blake is expressing his disbelief at that notion and the unworthiness of England.

Did I have a point to all this? Mostly to show my hand as a massive Blake nerd, but also to hopefully demonstrate that there's a lot of common ground between his ideas and those expressed in a show/book like Good Omens, and hopefully to inspire some of you who may not be familiar with Blake to seek him out. In particular I'd recommend The Marriage of Heaven and Hell to any and all.

EDIT: I should have thought to include this, here's Michael Sheen reading a Blake poem. I have the CD this is from, he reads several by Blake, as well as other poets I love ❤️ 😍

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freakingholland · 1 month ago

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"(Not) dancing in the moonlight" - Remus Lupin x teacher!reader

A/N: I was in a desperate need for something soft and winterish so uhhh here have this! <3 Headcanons? Memes? Let’s talk! My asks are here.

Warnings: setting of NYE, post-full moon Remus (minor descriptions of physical and mental discomfort), wit/sarcasm, smoking cigarettes, use of mobility aid, minor description of fireworks (hurt/comfort + fluff - mostly major fluff)

Summary: Professor Remus Lupin and his partner spend a soft NYE evening within the walls of Hogwarts. Turns out being on a teacher night duty isn’t so bad when you’re your pupils’ favourite.

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"On my heart, where you're resting your head.

And you just look so beautiful.

It's like you were an angel.

Can I stop the flow of time?

Can I swim in your divine?

'Cause I don't think I'd ever leave this place."

“You’ve got options,” you said, holding up two tea bags for him to see. “Which will it be, darling?”

Remus was sitting on the leather sofa of Gryffindor’s common room with his legs propped up on a wooden coffee table.

Unfortunately, Remus ended up being assigned for a New Year’s Eve teacher duty for Gryffindor. At first, you’d been quite disappointed by the fact that you and Remus couldn’t attend New Year’s Eve ball organized in your beloved restaurant in Hogsmeade. It was your annual tradition to go there ever since you were teenagers. The tradition started after Lily and James had found the restaurant – it wasn’t very popular amongst Hogwarts students since it’s on the fancier side. But after going there once you all made a promise to save some money throughout the year so that all of you could go there at least once a year for the New Year’s Eve party. Lily particularly loved the place for the delicious food. She hadn’t been able to stop raving about it for at least a couple of days back at school. After their passing it felt mandatory for you and Moony to keep the tradition alive.

Even if it wasn’t for the teacher duty your plans would have changed anyway – full moon had fallen right after Christmas leaving Remus drained both physically and mentally. So, the change of plans kind of worked out for the better in a way. The idea of loud crowds and dancing was obviously out of the question. As much as you wanted to enjoy an evening out, you were glad to be with him in a way that didn’t push him beyond what he could handle.

Remus squinted across the room, clearly trying to see what you were holding up, but then he gave up with a small sigh. Leaning forward, he reached for his cane and slowly made his way towards you. The soft taps of the cane against the wooden floor were the only sound besides the crackle of the fireplace.

When he reached you, he stood for a moment, his head tilting as he scanned the options you held in your hands.

“Hmm,” he muttered, his lips quirking into a faint smile as he reached out. He plucked one of the tea bags from your hand, his fingers brushing against yours with a warmth that gave you butterflies.

“I’ll take this one.” He watched you as you carefully poured water into your mugs. You turned over your shoulder to shoo him away and make him settle on the sofa comfortably, careful not to spill the boiling hot water over yourself.

Just as you were about to hand him his mug, the portrait hole creaked open. The cold outer air mixed in with the warm, pine-scented air within the common room.

You turned your head, half-expecting it to be the Fat Lady herself popping in to complain about something. Instead, three familiar figures shuffled in, trying - and failing to move quietly.

Ron tripped, stumbling over the hem of his own robe.

“Shhh!” Hermione hissed, quickly grabbing his arm to steady him.

“I didn’t even say anything!” Ron whispered back, louder than necessary.

She sent him a deathly glare in response.

Harry, stuck in the middle, shot both of them an irritated look before glancing towards the sofa. His blue eyes widened when he spotted you and Remus, clearly realizing they weren’t as sneaky as they thought.

“Weee- we. Umm we-- weren’t expecting anyone to be up.” he said awkwardly, scratching the back of his head.

Remus raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

“Clearly…There’s nothing more subtle than tripping over your own feet, whisper-shouting, and holding the portrait hole open like you’re inviting Filch in for tea.”

You tried really hard not to laugh at your husband's remark. His quick wit was one of the main reasons why you fell for him in the first place.

Ron turned bright red.

“We weren’t doing anything! Just, uh, checking to see if—”

“You’re sneaking out." you interrupted, crossing your arms completely unable to hide the grin spreading across your face. Their shenanigans reminded you so much of yourself and the rest of marauders back in the day.

“No, we’re not!” Ron protested, which would’ve been more convincing if Hermione didn’t shoot him a sharp don’t-lie-to-a-teacher look.

“Alright, fine. WE ARE sneaking out…” Harry said. Honesty was the best approach in this situation.

“We just wanted to watch the fireworks over the lake. We’ll come right back, I promise.”

You exchanged a glance with Remus, who took a slow sip of his tea, clearly dragging out the suspense just to mess with them. You poked his side noticing Hermione’s pale face.

“Well,” he finally said, setting the mug down, “Fireworks over the lake, huh? Sounds nice."

“But let me guess — you haven’t thought this plan all the way through, have you?” Remus continued.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ron asked defensively.

“We have!” Hermione said quickly, holding up a piece of fabric.

“We’ve got the invisibility cloak.”

Remus tilted his head, looking at the cloak with mock seriousness.

“And how, exactly, are you planning to fit all three of you under it?”

Ron looked down at his feet.

“It might be a liiiittle bit snug.” You shook your head.

“Remus, just let them go. If they get caught, they will have something funny to talk about.”

Remus sighed dramatically, but there was a twinkle in his eye.

“Fine. But,” he said, pointing a finger at them, “if you get caught, don’t come crying to me and professor Y/N.”

“Deal!” Harry said quickly, nudging Ron and Hermione back toward the portrait hole.

“Happy New Year!” Ron called over his shoulder.

“Don’t stay up too late professor Lupin — you’re looking a bit peaky! Good night professor Lupin II! Love you both!”

Remus chuckled, shaking his head.

The portrait closed, and you tucked yourself into his side.

“I swear to merlin that boy has absolutely no sense of self-preservation.”

He looked down to search through his pocket to grab his cigarette box and a lighter.

“We’re such pushovers for them.” You said laughing.

“Maybe so,” he admitted with a sincere smile.

He held out his cigarette box motioning to the balcony.

“Fancy a smoke ma’am?”

“Baaad, bad influence Lupin.“

He smirked, lighting his cigarette as he held the balcony door open for you.

“I’ve been called worse.”

You stepped out into the crisp night air, wrapping your arms around yourself.

“But ‘bad influence’ suits you tonight.” He lit your cigarette.

“Only on special occasions.” he said with a grin, blowing a stream of smoke.

“I can’t believe Ron called me ‘Professor Lupin II’.”

“See? You’re the second Lupin on the list. Maybe being soft isn’t so bad hun.“

You nudged him lightly with your elbow. He wrapped his arm around your waist and huffed with laughter into your hair.

In the distance, you could see the first flash of fireworks lighting up the sky over the lake, shimmering almost like falling stars, leaving a trail of glowing sparks that slowly disappeared into the night.

“Happy new year love.”

Thank you for reading! stay whelmed xx

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theoi-crow · 1 year ago

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The humans in Greek Mythology are the mega rich and powerful:

In my college classes people are often shocked when I tell them my favorite part of Greek mythology is the gods themselves and I'm not a big fan of the humans.

99% of my classmates prefer the humans in mythos, especially the ones that stick it to the gods like Sisyphus and feel bad for humans like Kassandra and Helen who have been wronged by the gods because "they're just like us." My classmates and teachers hate the gods and don't understand why anyone in modern times would want to worship such violent and selfish beings whenever I point out there are still people who worship them. They hold onto the idea that people in mythology embody the human experience of being oppressed by terrible gods and fate and we should feel bad for them because "they're human just like us" but they forget that the people in Greek Mythology are NOT just like us. They are more relatable to medieval royalty, colonizers and ultra rich politicians who make laws and decisions on wars and the fates of others, especially the poor and the very vulnerable.

Every hero or important human in Greek Mythology is either some form of royalty or mega rich politician/priest-priestess (of course this is with the exception of people who are explicitly stated to be poor like the old married couple in the myth where Zeus and Hermes pretend to be panhandlers). All of them have an ancient Greek lifestyle more relatable to Vladimir Putin, Donald Trump, and especially to British royalty during the British empire, than the average person.

All of them.

Odysseus, Patroclus, Theseus, Helen of Troy, Kassandra, Diomedes, Agamemnon, Perseus, Hercules, Aeneas, Paris, Any human who has a divine parent or is related to one, etc. Although sometimes the story omits it, it is heavily implied that these are people who own hundreds or even thousands of slaves, very poor farmers and the tiny barely there working class as royal subjects.

They are the ones who make laws and whose decisions massively affect the fates of so many people. So no, they can't just be forgiven for some little whim, because that little whim affects the literal lives of everyone under their rule. By being spoiled they've just risked the lives of thousands of people and possibly even gotten them killed like when Odysseus' audacity got every single slave and soldier in his ships killed or when Patroclus as a kid got upset and killed another kid for beating him at a game. (A normal person wouldn't kill another person just for winning a game but royalty and those who think they're above the law do it all the time, plus the class status of the child wasn't mentioned but the way he didn't think he'd get in trouble implies the kid was of lower class, possibly the child of a slave or a foreign merchant.)

The gods get a bad reputation for punishing the humans in mythology but, if not them, who else is going to keep them accountable when they are the law?

And whose to say the humans beneath them weren't praying to the gods in order to keep their masters in check?

Apollo is the god in charge of freeing slaves, Zeus is the god of refugees, immigrants and homeless people, Ares is the protector of women, Artemis protects children, Aphrodite is the goddess of the LGBT community, Hephaestus takes care of the disabled, etc. It wouldn't be surprising if the gods are punishing the ultra rich and powerful in these myths because the humans under their rulership prayed and sent them as they did historically.

Every time someone asks me if I feel bad for a human character in a myth, I think about the many lives affected by the decision that one human character made and if I'm being completely honest, I too would pray to the gods and ask them to please punish them so they can make more careful decisions in the future because:

They are not just like us.

We are the farmers, a lot of our ancestors were slaves, we are the vulnerable being eaten by capitalism and destroyed by the violence colonialism created. We are the poor subjects that can only pray and hope the gods will come and correct whatever selfish behavior the royal house and mega rich politicians are doing above us.

And that's why I pray to the gods, because in modern times I'm dealing with modern Agamemnons who would kill whatever family members they have to in order to reach their end goal, I'm dealing with everyday modern Achilles who would rather see their own side die because they couldn't keep their favorite toy and would gladly watch their subjects die if it means they eventually get their way. The ones that let capitalism eat their country and it's citizens alive so long as it makes them more money. These are our modern "demigods," politicians who swear they are so close to God that they know what he wants and so they pass laws that benefit only them and claim these laws are ordained by God due to their close connection just like how Achilles can speak to the gods because of his demigod status via his mother.

Look at the news, these are humans that would be mythical characters getting punished by Greek gods which is why anything Greco-Roman is jealousy guarded by the rich and powerful and is inaccessible to modern worshippers because Ivy League schools like Harvard and Cambridge make sure to keep it that way. That's what we're dealing with. These are the humans these mythical beings would be because:

In our modern times the humans in mythos would be the politicians and mega rich that are currently ruining our society and trying to turn it into a world where only the rich can manipulate wars and laws, just like they do in mythology.

Fuck them.

I literally have so much more to add about my disdain for them and I didn't even touch on the obvious ancient Greek propaganda.

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shapard · 1 year ago

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Feather of Fate🕊️

Lucifer x Seraphim!fem!reader

Soulmate arc

naughty naughty Lucifer

Lucifer thinking about you riding his dick and face

A little bit NSFW mentioned

Snake in Paradise

Chapter 2 < Chapter 3 > Chapter 4

Your mind screamed at you to leave but you couldn’t move. Your whole body was shivering but didn’t even move an inch.

Lucifer could feel how you started to feel uncomfortable.

Ache

He wasn’t going to point it out, but his heart started to ache every second more and harder.

For you everything made sense. The puzzles starts to fit in.

How you feel comfortable around him, how his divine smell that made you weak and crumble to your knees.

How his touch excites you and makes you feel like a fool in love.

He probably doesn’t know that you are his Soulmate. But when this is true, then what is the deal with Lilith?

Where is she anyways? Isn’t she supposed to be on his side, ruling hell together. Why is he all Alone?

The question is easy to answer but you can’t Imagine that she’d just leave him. How can she not want him? Did She cheat on him, and they got a divorce? Or did he do something unforgivable.

Either way you wouldn't let him go.

Lucifer couldn’t take it anymore. This ache.

You were deep in thoughts with a sad expression on your face. which only fueled this ache more.

Ache

his heart ached as he looked at you. He can’t look away, but he wants to. Not wanting to see you in this kind of state.

With a heavy deep breath, he started talking. “Is everything alright?”

Snapping out of your thoughts your gaze shifted from his mark towards his face. Worried laced his pearl white face.

“Yeah, yeah… of course. Everything’s alright.”

That was the worst lie ever.

Lucifer smiled a bit, “You know, it’s okay to feel what you feel. It’s one hundred percent valid. God Y/n, you fell from heaven a couple days ago. Just sit down, relax, and let me take care for you.” He wants that you to have a good time in hell after you recover.

Cute,

That’s what’s running through your mind. Forgetting your worries about the soulmate mark.

Maybe this isn’t all bad.

But one Question was buzzing in your head like a mosquito mid summer.

Where is Lilith and why isn’t she here?

And why does it bother you so much?

…

Sera was in a heating discussing.

The tension was so thick that you couldn’t even cut it with a knife.

Michael's angry gaze didn’t help at all.

“Michael I can explain- I.“ Sera stopped mid-sentence not knowing how and where to start.

Azrael raised his hand, not wanting to hear Sera’s useless apologize.

“You know Sera, you’re in deep shit.” Azrael shifted his paper in his hand to look on this case.

“You didn’t Informed us about the extermination, nor asked for permission. Never thought you wanted to play God, Sera.” Gabriel looked at Sera with zero Emotions.

But his Voice let everyone fall for him. His smooth voice is alluring.

And He knows it.

And he uses it.

Letting everyone fell in this trap of comfort, to trust him with everything.

And then he will use it against you.

Just like he did with his brother.

“It was something what I had to do. They were uprising I-.” Michael let out a loud hmpf, showing Sera that he’s not pleased at all. His head rested on his fist, looking down at Sera.

“Uprising? You’ve got to be kidding me. Sera look, I don’t have time for your bullshit. You want to end up like Lucifer?” the weight of this topic only filled the tension even more than before.

“Or like your own daughter?” Azrael added for her demise. He raised a brow, now finally taking a look at the Seraphim Infront of him.

She felt Embarrassed and bare as if she’s naked.

Laid for them ready on a golden plate for them to be devour.

But the moment they involved you in it, she has to say something.

“Leave my daughter out of this!”

“Wasn’t it your idea to decent her from heaven?” Michael showed the document with your case that led you to fall from heaven into hell, “You’re quite a terrible mother you know.” Michael threw the document infront of Sera and Gabriel glared at Michael for his childish behavior.

“I Apologize for my brothers behavior, but he does speak the truth. Your daughter didn’t deserve That punishment you gave her.” Gabriel looked on your Information Paper.

“Seems that you couldn’t tolerate that she was against you.” Azrael sighed, disappointed in Sera. “You got a pretty daughter, you know.”

Sweat dripped down Sera’s forehead, everything but you. Even after all she's done to you, she still loves you dearly.

“You know father said that she should come back to heaven, and you’ll be thrown into hell Instead. Prove us that you’re still worth residing in heaven.” Gabriel announced, stopping his brother with their blabbering about some fallen Seraphim.

...

In the end of the meeting, they discussed that they give Sera one last chance and get you back somehow.

But the "how" was the unsolved question. And no one has the answer for it.

But for the worst part. Michael seemed very interested in you.

…Time Skip…

Lucifer paced nervous Infront of your room.

He finally told Charlie that he had found a fallen angel in the front yard of his Home.

Since then, you got your own room to live in.

Charlie pressured her father that she wants to see you and show you around.

But knowing how difficult it could be for you, he was nervous. Will you hate him after this? No, right?

He laughed nervously and grabbed his hair lightly.

“Hey Y/n. I know you just fell from heaven, but do you want to meet my daughter!... No that’s not good. Fuck, ehm…” gipping his hair tighter he paced quicker from side to side on the carpet on the floor.

“Luci?” The door creaked open revealing you in your cute, oversized nighty he bought you not long ago.

His heart melted at his new given nickname.

You two kind of grew close these last days.

“What are you doing here this early?” Lucifer's shoulder was now all tense again. Right, he’s not here to eat breakfast with you.

“Hello dearest. I want you to meet the other guest and employees around this place! Get you socialized” He laughed nervously, the look on your face already gave him the answer.

You slammed the door into his face. That was unexpected.

“Okay rude?” Lucifer knew you wouldn’t like the idea of going out but slamming the door into his face. It irked him.

'Fuck' he thought.

Standing Infront of your door kind of dumb folded.

Inside your room you were running around and looking for a decent good-looking outfit.

Squealing like a teenager.

In these last days you were living in hell you began to love this place.

Even though you rarely go out. You still feel uncomfortable in the new area, but it was better than heaven.

Way better.

Very Brutal sometimes but you could live free and in peace.

You can watch Tv and eat Ice cream, not doing anything like annoying paperwork all day.

You rarely watch Tv though because Lucifer hates Tv. Saying it makes people dumb, maybe it’s true but where’s the fun in that.

Finally finding a nice dress, heels and to top it all: over knees! To make it all cute. Smiling at your outfit you nod, and you were ready to go.

You re-opened the door where Lucifer was standing in all his mighty, looking perplexed at your now opened door.

Lucifer was about to leave but in the exact moment you opened the door revealing you in a very very pretty dress.

Lucifer already can’t get enough.

The dress hugged your body perfectly showing your juicy curves that makes him weak and drool on spot.

His cheeks warmed up and he felt his blood going from his head towards his pants.

Oh god have mercy with him.

Coughing in his clawed hand he tried to hide his upcoming arousal.

‘Now is not the perfect timing Lucifer.’

He regained his posture and smiled at you, “You look Amazing, eh- I meant pretty haha, the dress fits you.” He awkwardly laughed hoping that you didn’t catch up with whatever that was.

Fucking Simp.

“Thank you, this dress is indeed very pretty.” You looked at your dress and spun a bit letting the dress move swiftly and smooth around your body.

God, you should stop.

He already has to take a cold shower.

He turned rather fast away from you.

It hurt somehow, wasn’t it attractive enough to him?

The one thing you didn’t know is that he was aroused and all what he wanted is to just claim you right here in your room.

He gestures you to follow him and you let out a frustrated huff.

Following him through the red, white halls down to the main opening.

There was a tall spider like creature standing there and beside him was a tall girl with red circle on her cheeks.

Charlie!

You remember her.

And the aftermath that happened after that meeting.

The memories and flashbacks were harsh, water started well in your eyes.

The scar on your back started to sting, you touched it and massaged it with hope that it would help with the shadow pain.

Looking around for lucifer for support you couldn’t find him.

Lucifer was gone for a couple of seconds to deal with that little problem you caused.

He felt kind of disgusted by himself.

You were so Innocent and sweet and here he was taking a quick cold shower to calm his aroused bulge that grew in his pants.

In the last days he was whipped with you in no time.

Such kind of euphoric he hasn’t felt before, not even from his ex-wife Lilith.

He wanted to drown in this new warm feeling.

Every time he spent time with you, he felt like the happiest man Alife.

He was sure that in his demonic form his tail would wag in happiness like a dog.

He switched off the shower the cold.

When this happens again he won’t survive this.

You were just too pretty, Innocent, and sexy.

He can’t wait to see you milk and cream on his dick.

Hearing you cry out of pleasure while he sucks your pretty pussy dry.

You gripping his horns out of overstimulation and riding his face and dick just to get that high again.

He whines at that thought.

Throwing cold water into his face to get those Images out of his head, “you’re such a pervert.”

Ache

He knew something was wrong. This ache always came when you weren’t okay.

Teleporting himself beside you, he saw you in a panic like state. Alarming him.

“Y/n, did something happen?”

His sudden presence scared you. You let out a small scream alarming everyone in the main hall.

You apologized and glared at Lucifer for scaring you so badly. “We don’t have to-“ do this Today

A loud gasp interrupted Lucifer. Charlie’s eyes were literally sparkling when she saw you. “OMG, You’re the Angel that my father found?!”

She ran to you and gave you a crushing hug.

Lucifer and Vaggie looked at the scene that was unfolding.

Angel dust was eating ice cream and ignored Charlie’s shouting, he was used to it.

Lucifer admit that he felt a sting on his mark, weird. Vaggie’s eye was twitching out of annoyance she didn’t like how close they were.

Letting you go Charlie’s smile was so bright you swear you could get blind because of it.

“I’m so excited to show you around!” She was still holding you tight when she was pulling you around.

“Charlie.” Her father’s serious voice made her stop. She looked at him in surprise of his sudden shift of mood. “Be gentle with her, she’s still new here.” Charlie’s grip loosened and she nods at her father.

She continued to show you around and introduced everyone to you. She was so similar like her father, and it was so sweet.

You could get used to this; this was way better than your life in heaven.

…

Back in the main hall. You sat down on the couch watching Alastor and Lucifer get into a fight.

Angel dust and Husk were talking, and Nifty tried to kill the bugs in the area.

Charlie and Vaggie started to prepare an exercise, so you didn’t saw them near by.

But all the comforting living atmosphere was short lived.

A loud Bang followed with a broken wall and dust all over the place.

You coughed as you breathed in the dust that filled the whole room. Lucifer’s wings appeared on his back and he blew the dust away from the two of you.

Since when was he Infront of you?

“This fucking wall is cursed I tell y’all.” Vaggie nods at Angel Dust sudden outburst. Something was definitely wrong with that wall.

Meanwhile Lucifer growled softly at the danger. He already knows who it was. Someone he hoped he wouldn’t see anymore in his lifetime.

“What are you doing here, Michael?” He growled. His demonic form scratching in the back of his head, wanting to protect his mate from this Man.

“Can’t an older brother visit his younger Brother?”

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