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GN! Biblically Accurate Angel (Jophiel) x Afab! Reader
Hello! This is just a quick drabble that I wrote up a few nights ago. I couldn't find many biblically accurate angel fics so here we are!
CW: NSFT, Teratophilia, oral, penetration, AFAB reader, biblically accurate angel, blaspheme, mentions of the Bible, nonhuman genitalia, mentions of ab*se, possessive language, slight d/s dynamic, dirty talk, light degradation. Let me know if I'm missing any!
WC: ~4200
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You sit at your desk, sighing heavily as your eyes flit across the pages before you. After hours of trying to keep your focus on your studies, your mind had begun to wander yet again. It always happened when you were forced to study scripture. You couldn’t help it, really. You know the Bible inside and out by now, so you weren’t sure why your mother was so intent on making you memorize every word. You’ve been studying the Word since you were five, and that was fifteen years ago. You’ve read every version of the Bible that you possibly could get ahold of.
But, the questions you asked about why angels were always depicted as beautiful made your mother mad. As did the questions about demons being depicted as ugly, twisted creatures. Popular culture and common depictions of these beings always contradicted the word of the Old Testament. God’s warriors were described as terrifying beings that a human mind couldn’t even begin to comprehend. And wouldn’t it make more sense for demons to be ethereally beautiful in order to lure you to sin?
These thoughts float around your head, knocking into every corner of your consciousness as you try your hardest to wrap your head around these concepts. It wasn’t easy, trying to convince your deeply religious mother that she had gotten the Bible completely wrong. You had even met the business end of her wooden spoon quite a few times for asking these questions after Sunday School.
Something moving just outside of your field of vision pulls your attention away from the worn pages in front of you. The movement was so quick, just a small flash of darkness in the corner of your dimly-lit room. You weren’t even sure you had actually seen it.
Playing it off as just a trick of tired eyes, you decide to call it a night. Punishments be damned, you need some sleep. Standing up from your desk, you head over to grab your rosary from your nightstand before kneeling beside your bed and closing your eyes. You began to recite the prayer of the rosary while closing your eyes, trying to keep your thoughts focused on the task at hand. But, again, as you try to focus, you can’t help but notice a feeling of being watched.
It’s been like that for a while now. And you dare not bring it up to your mother for fear of her calling in the priest for yet another exorcism. The last one she had called in was enough to keep you from talking about these feelings with her. But that didn’t mean it didn’t unsettle you.
After you finish reciting your prayers, you get yourself ready to sleep, opting to change into your favorite sleepwear: a pair of baggy basketball shorts and an oversized old t-shirt. You crawl into your bed after going about the rest of your routine, making sure to shut off all of the lights.
You always felt more comfortable in complete darkness. Your mother always said it was because you were trying to hide your sinful thoughts from God. But in all honesty, it just made you feel more at home.
As you were drifting off to sleep, you couldn’t help but ask one last question to God. Pondering if he could ever answer your questions about what angels truly look like. Pleading with him to show you just a little bit of proof that your understanding of His word was not wrong.
As the calming tendrils of sleep grip your speeding thoughts, you drift off into a deep slumber. You don’t know how much time goes by before you are awoken by a sudden bright light in your room. It could have been only minutes, or it could have been hours. Time all seems relative to your sleep-laden brain.
When your heavy eyelids manage to pry themselves open, you are met with a glowing figure in the corner of your room. Rubbing your eyes, you blink in surprise as something begins to slowly take form before you. A tall figure, lankly limbs complimenting a kindly face and long, stark-white hair. The eyes of the being before you are what truly catch your attention, though, the orbs looking like black opal set against the stark-white skin of their face.
“Wh-who are you,” you manage to croak out, sleep constricting your voice and dryness making it hard to speak. The being chuckles at your surprise, taking a single step towards you as you back up until your back hits your headboard. The chuckle reverberates through your mind, sounding like a chorus of a thousand voices melding into one, low rumble.
“You had asked your God to confirm your beliefs. I heard your calls and decided to answer. My name is Jophiel, the Angel of Knowledge.” Their voice once again floats through your head, filling your senses with something akin to a sedative. It is melodic, full, and sounds as if it is echoing off of the corners of your thoughts. You can’t help but lean forward, trying to get a better look at the ethereal beauty in front of you.
“I wanted to know if Angels were truly humanoid beings, or if they looked as the Old Testament described them. Fiery beings with 6 wings and eyes covering their entire body, or as wheels of eyes meant to be His chariot. But you look nearly human. Is that your true form, Jophiel?” As you ask this, you inch even closer to the tall figure, eyes scanning and scanning, trying to see if you could find an answer to your questions in the many details of the angel’s body.
Yet again, hearty laughter fills your thoughts. “As you wish, dear one. But do not be afraid of my true form. Some have been known to mistake us for demons.” You just nod at the soothing voice, your eyes now trained on those opalescent eyes. Before you could even register what was happening, the form of Jophiel begins to change. Where once a nearly-human figure was, now a much taller being stands. Six pearl-white wings are stretched out behind the large body.
And that body. Oh, that heavenly body is covered from head to toe in those dark opal eyes, all of them fixated on you. You can’t take your gaze off of them as the moonlight reflects off of the many colors that are refracted. And your thoughts begin to swim.
The first word that comes out of your mouth surprises even the all-knowing Angel of Knowledge. “Beautiful,” you mutter, standing up from the edge of your bed. You deftly walk towards the hulking figure, absentmindedly reaching out and running a finger along the shimmering feathers of one of the many wings the being holds.
As you stand there before the angel, your mind continues to wander. You can’t help but feel completely attracted to the form before you, a warm knot forming in the pit of your stomach. You know you shouldn’t be feeling like this towards a heavenly being, but you can’t help it. They are just so damned beautiful.
As you continue to run your fingers along the beautiful iridescent feathers, Jophiel clears their throat, chuckling softly. “I can hear your thoughts, little one. And my, what a vivid imagination you have,” they whisper, reaching out a long limb to cradle your head and make you look into their main set of eyes situated on their face. You can feel your cheeks begin to heat up as you are pulled from your treacherous thoughts.
“I-I’m sorry,” you begin to stammer out, unsure of what to do, but unable to look away from those captivating eyes. Their intense stare does nothing to quell the fire now burning in the pit of your stomach, spreading to each of your limbs and pooling between your legs. Damn you and your licentious thoughts. You are definitely going to hell for lusting after a Seraph.
At that thought, another chuckle reverberates through the large angel, causing your cheeks to redden even further. If that was even possible. “Oh dear,” they coo, drawing a claw across your cheek. “You really think it is a crime to sin for an angel? If humans don’t sin, then Jesus died for nothing,” they say, causing your heart to double its pace. You can practically feel it as it quickens, the blood rush causing a cacophony of echoes in your ears. This is so embarrassing, but oh so enticing.
Your throat feels dry as something akin to a smile spreads across your new companion’s face. Did they have a mouth before? You can’t remember, but you do know that you want to feel those lips against yours. After hearing that thought, the tall angel leans down, pressing a slow, soft kiss against your trembling lips. The sudden contact catches you off guard, a little whimper escaping your throat. Your reactions are just so precious, so adorable, that your angel can’t help but chuckle against, the sound coming from their throat instead of inside of your mind.
You melt in their large, clawed hands like butter, reaching out to take grasp of anything you can find purchase on. Your fingers dig into flesh, and you can feel their multiple eyelids flutter under your fingertips. Good gracious, even just that small kiss has you weak in the knees. Your thoughts are more lewd than ever, the feeling of electricity basically frying any rational thought you had left in that empty little brain of yours.
Jophiel pulls away, grinning widely at the pile of goo that you have become underneath their intense gaze. “You are so beautiful, love, it’s hard to hold myself back. It’s been a while since I’ve wanted to claim a human as my own. Of course, I do need permission first. So tell me, my dear, do I have your permission to make you my obedient little pet?” Their words are like a soft purr, causing your stomach to erupt in a stampede of butterflies. Not trusting yourself to speak, you simply nod your head. That is all that your angel needs, apparently, since within the blink of an eye you are scooped up in their large arms, pulled against their frame with their lips attacking yours. They are hungrier this time, and what you assume to be a tongue is licking at your bottom lip, impatiently asking for entrance. You blindly oblige, opening your lips and letting the strong muscle roam the inside of your warm mouth. The first thing that surprises you about Jophiel’s tongue is its size. It has to be at least as thick as your wrist!
The second thing that surprises you is what feels like a long row of bumps that run along either side of the large muscle. If you didn’t know any better, you would say that their tongue is completely covered in piercings from tip to base. And good God, it feels heavenly. You let out tiny whimpers, keeping enough of your wits about you to try to keep your noise down so as to not alert your mother.
After what feels like forever, Jophiel pulls away, leaving behind your swollen lips wanting for more. You whine at the loss of contact, causing your partner to chuckle at you. “My sweet, be patient. Tell me, which form would you rather I take you in? Of course, I can be whatever you want, and I can lay claim to your adorable little body in whichever way you wish. Just say the word and poof, your fantasies are my command.” You feel a shiver run down your spine and a bunch of debauched thoughts run through your mind.
But what you really want is for them to mark you as theirs while in their true form. Fill you up with whatever appendage angels truly have, be it their tongue, their unbelievably large fingers, or whatever appendage they wish to use. You just wish that this beauty would hurry up and fill up your needy holes with something.
You don’t even have to voice your thoughts and within an instant, you are set down gently onto your bed, legs being spread wide for all of those lovely eyes to peer at. The many eyes are boring into your soaking wet core even though your shorts still cover you completely, a low growl ripping through Jophiel’s chest. “My beautiful human, so thoroughly ready for me to fuck you. Spreading your pretty legs so that I can make you all mine. I can’t wait to taste you and feel you squirm all over for me.” Hearing such words from the lips of an angel causes your body to set aflame all over again with lust. Why is it so fucking hot in this room? Before you could even think of removing any of your clothing, though, you feel the cool sensation of Jophiel’s tongue sliding up your inner thigh.
You try to buck your hips at the foreign feeling, but one of their hands covers your entire torso, pressing you firmly to the mattress. Their tongue goes to work, sliding up and down your slick folds, eliciting downright sinful moans from those pretty lips of yours. Jophiel can tell that you are going to be such a fun little human to fully break and toy with. They stare at your face as they continue to tease your needy little hole, never once entering and only circling around your entrance while their free hand moves up to wrap around your throat. It doesn’t squeeze, just rests there, but the feeling of the claws against your jugular causes an unfamiliar jolt of lighting to pulse through your heated veins.
The best part of having an angel eat you out is them still being able to talk while their mouth is preoccupied. They continue to whisper dirty words in your mind as they slowly tease you. Your mind hazes over with lust, your eyes bouncing between all of theirs that are trained on your face. You can’t seem to look away from the divine being between your legs, fingers moving to find any type of purchase on their head. You are surprised to find a pair of thick, curved horns sitting at the top that you hadn’t noticed before. And even more surprised when a purr emits from their throat and they suddenly plunge their tongue inside of your weeping cunt when you grab hold of their horns.
“Go on baby,” they purr, voice reverberating through your empty mind as their tongue explored your depths. “Stroke my horns while I tongue-fuck your pretty little cunt. Make your angel feel good, precious,” they continue. Both of their large hands knead at your soft skin. You comply, clumsily sliding your hands up and down the rigid growths. You are rewarded with even deeper ministrations of your angel’s tongue, the tip finding that wonderful spot that makes your toes curl. They pump their tongue in and out of your greedy little hole while keeping the tip rubbing against that delicious spot deep inside.
This much pleasure quickly sent you over the edge. Sure, you’ve played with yourself before, but you’ve never actually reached an orgasm. So, your first rolled over you in waves. Jophiel didn’t even need to touch your pretty, swollen little clit, either. They groaned as your body spasmed around their tongue, but they didn’t stop. Instead, they continued tongue-fucking you, helping their precious little deviant ride out this mind-shattering orgasm. And what an honor it is to be the one to get you to that point.
When your body stops twitching and you are plastered in sweat, they slowed down, their hand moving to stroke your cheek adoringly. “You did so well, pet. Your cum tastes absolutely divine.” You can’t help but whimper at the praise, blushing brightly. And even if your thoughts are still reeling, you can’t help but wonder how long Jophiel will actually stay by your side. Another chuckle floats through your mind, causing you to blush even deeper.
“Oh, love, I’m going to completely ruin you tonight. I’m going to make you so addicted to me that no human will ever compare and you’ll crave nothing but my divine pleasure. My good little fucktoy is what you will be, love.” Their words are so dirty, so unholy that it works you up all over again. They can feel your juices working up around their tongue, causing another guttural groan to leave those lovely lips of theirs. But instead of impaling you with their tongue again, the withdrawal.
Slowly, their fingers hook into the hem of your shorts, pulling the loose garment off of your body and tossing them to the floor. And then your shirt follows, leaving you completely exposed and bare for your lovely angel to marvel at. Their fingers ghost over your body and you whimper at their touch, already needy for something to be fucking you. They stay kneeled before your bed, pulling your body down and throwing your legs over their broad shoulders. You’re now barely touching your bed, having to hold on to their horns to keep the strain off of your neck and shoulders. And without warning, their long, thick tongue probes at your cunt yet again. This time, while they delve deep into your slick folds, they pull you so close that you take so much more of tongue inside.
Your second orgasm comes much quicker, the new stimulation sending you over the edge in a matter of minutes. They let you ride out your high before pulling away from you, grinning and licking your juices from their face greedily. They set you down back onto the bed to let you catch your breath.
“Stroke me, baby, stroke my horns while I taste every single inch of your pretty little pussy,” they demand, and you follow along. Your fingers are wrapped around the large growths and you softly stroke the smooth surfaces from tip to base. As a reward for your ministrations, Jophiel moves their thumb to deftly play with your swollen little clit. It sends a whole new sensation through your body that has you throwing your head back and basically howling with pleasure. You can't even be assed to think about your mother sleeping in the room next door. Thankfully, Jophiel made it so that she can't even hear you.
You are panting at this point, grinding as hard as you can against Jophiel’s face. It feels so good that your mind goes completely blank. You can only think of their studded, strong tongue quickly fucking you and their rough thumb toying with your sensitive bud.
And once you do, you shyly look at them, whimpering. “I… I want to make you feel good too, Jophiel. Pl-please teach me how to pleasure you,” you whisper, moving to sit up and place a trembling hand on the side of their face. A deep purr bubbles from their chest.
“Very well, love. Tell me, do you want to try and pleasure a pretty pussy like your own or do you want to learn how to take my holy cock down your throat, baby?” They coo at you as you run the options through your head. You can’t decide which you would rather do, honestly, so you give a tentative “both,” causing an even deeper purr to resound from your godly lover. Without warning, they stand up and move over to the chair that sits by your desk, sitting down and spreading their legs for you.
In front of you, their body contorts and you can see a large slit open up between their legs at the same time as an unbelievably large rod grows from where a clit should be. The sight of it causes your mind to go crazy. It’s just so fucking hot. You move over, immediately kneeling between Jophiel’s legs and looking up with hopeful eyes. The angel gently begins to teach you how to please them with both your hands and your mouth, and you quickly pick up on both ways.
You continue to switch between two configurations of pleasing your lover. One of them being with your swollen lips wrapped around the head of their lovely cock and swirling your tongue around the sensitive ridge and then your fingers pumping in and out of their slippery wet cunt. The other is with your hand pumping their large member and letting your tongue and fingers explore their dripping folds together. They coo encouragement, egging you and encouraging you to hump yourself against their foot to try and get off while you please them.
Soon, they grow even needier, as do you. And you want something to fill you up. Reading that thought, they gently pull your lips off of their cock and lean down, giving you soft little kisses. They then pick you up and stand up, heading back over to your bed. You are laid down on your back, lips never leaving yours. You hump the air, trying to get some friction between your legs, causing a deep chuckle to rumble through your lover’s chest.
Your angel soon pushes the large tip of their monstrously-shaped cock against your entrance, testing out to see just how wet you were. And if you’d need a little extra help fitting it inside of you. They decide that your pussy is plenty wet enough to safely slide inside, and so they do. The tapered tip spreads your hole apart deliciously, causing you to take in a sharp breath of air. But they’ve barely even got the head inside when your body begins to tremble from the pleasure. They take it slow, speaking sweet praises into your swirling thoughts and slowly coaxing your body to relax.
Once you are fully relaxed, they are able to slip their entire cock inside of you, stretching you out so much that it stings at first. You can feel every ridge and bump that is on their thick member. Jophiel keeps their hips deathly still as your legs slowly wrap around their waist. Sooner rather than later, you are begging for them to start moving, wanting the friction of their ridges scraping your walls.
As Jophiel slowly begins to pull their cock out and push it back into your pretty little cunt, their hands roam your body, settling on your breasts. Deft fingers work over your nipples as a warm mouth begins to kiss from your jawline down to your neck. With enough patience, they soon get you comfortable enough to the point that they can begin to fuck you faster. Sharp, pointed teeth scrape your sensitive skin, sending even more waves of pleasure through your veins. Everything is overstimulating, but it feels too damned good to stop. The feeling of his balls slapping against your ass, his teeth sinking into your skin, his one hand moving to toy with your clit and the other continuing to toy with your nipples. You move to brush your fingers against the anchor joints of their first pair of wings, earning you a needy moan from your partner. Their movements get faster as they struggle to contain themself, wanting nothing more than to pound you into this bed and leave you a quivering, mess, your mind broken and needing for their holy cock.
The two of you pleasure each other and orgasm after orgasm racks your body. You have no thoughts at this point, only focusing on the lovely pleasure that courses through your veins. And the words coming from Jophiel push you towards yet another orgasm.
“Oh Lord, you are downright sinful, love. Your cunt feels so delicious, hugging my cock and sucking me in. You just love being fucked in front of the eyes of the Lord, don’t you, you sinful little whore? Such a good little whore, taking my holy cock so well. Coming for me just like a good little pet. I’m so close, love. Come with me, I want to feel your cum mix with mine. I want to fill your quivering little cunt with my seed and burn your body with the memory of my blessing.” As Jophiel continues to fuck themself into you, you can feel their words drive you over the edge, and they let out a low groan into your ear.
“Such a good little whore, your pussy quivering around me. Goodness, I’m coming, love. Your hot, tight cunt is gripping me so hard that it’s milking every last drop of my cum. Don’t you love feeling me fill you up, love?” They talk to you as they start to shoot their hot load deep inside of your convulsing walls. The sticky, hot liquid causes your head to reel. And Jophiel doesn’t stop fucking you. Oh no, they have enough stamina to keep going all night long.
And that is exactly what they do, fucking your puffy little pussy until the first light of day breaks over the horizon. By then, you are both so thoroughly tired that Jophiel collapses on your bed beside you. They keep their cock inside of you, plugging up their several loads while you cuddle into their large, hot body. Most of the eyes had gone away to accomodate your touch, but the wings stayed, wrapping around the two of you and protecting you as you slept. Your body fit perfectly against theirs, your face tucked into the crook of their alabaster-white neck.
You are now a Seraph’s partner. Their mate. And this is only the beginning of your life of debauchery together.
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Monster Fuckability Tournament
Round One
i'd love to see your thoughts in the comments/notes!
Biblically Accurate Angel:
"It’s hard to know what biblically accurate angels really look like. The Bible doesn’t give us as many details as we would probably like. Based on what we know, it’s pretty difficult to come up with a realistic depiction of angels. We do know that there are different types of angels who all have different appearances. We also know that the Bible’s descriptions of angels have very little in common with how they are popularly depicted. Though we can’t be completely sure of the true form of angels, we can be sure that they are majestic, mysterious, and nothing like anything we experience in our everyday life." christianforums.com
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Bugbear:
"Bugbears are hairy goblinoids born for battle and mayhem. They survive by raiding and hunting, but are fond of setting ambushes and fleeing when outmatched." DnDBeyond
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SMASH OR PASS: Biblical Angels: Cherubim & Seraphim, Abrahamic Religions
[Art credit, left: unknown, please let us know] [art credit, right; peregapsinar on deviantART]
Note from Mod Ghoul: Yall I learned a bit searching for credits for this one. SO. Cherubs were described to have 4 faces; a man, an ox, an eagle, and a lion. Straight legs but feet with hooves like a bull.
Seraphim were six-wings - 2 to cover their eyes (Im assuming the "face" eyes, given there's supposed to be a bunch on the wings??), two to cover their body, and two for flight. Like I knew the 6 wings thing but didn't realize there was like. Reason/logic lol
Anyways. thought that was neat and wanted to share. Esp the Cherub stuff. Wild.
Please reblog for greater sample size, as per usual!
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hey, um, i think i found something?
happy mermay! here's IS as a spooky bioluminescent deep sea horror. partially inspired by jean jacket, partially inspired by subnautica <3
lines and details under the cut
mermaid IS-OT is so cute... just as murderous, but now he's got pretty colors!
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the fact that tumblr, out of all places, lacks in biblically accurate angel x reader fics is... honestly disappointing in a way i wouldn't know how to explain
#it's both sad and hilariously ironic at the same time 😂#terat0philliac#monster x human#biblically accurate angel x reader#monster boyfriend x reader#terato#monster x y/n#monster x you#monster x gender neutral reader#angel x human#monster x reader#monster fic#monster fucker#biblically accurate angel
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T/M | 702 | f/nb human/angel | fantasy, horror elements i guess | continuation of 'curse', tentacles
Everything smelled of lavender, making her nauseous. She hated lavender. But she was dreaming, so she probably could change it, somehow. She tried thinking very hard about chocolate. Nothing happened.
It’s an amalgamation of both her and Abe’s apartments. She’s looking for chocolate cake, so she steps into the kitchen. Abe is there, already cutting the brownies.
“Hi,” they say softly, hesitant.
“Hey,” she answers, waddling through the fogginess of a dream. When she’s offered the cake, she bites in and some clarity comes over her senses.
“You said you’ll come," she says out loud to make the memory more tangible. Abe nods.
“I don’t like invading your brain like that, but it’s the only way I can show you.”
They eye each other, Jade munching on her cake. She swallows.
“Well?”
Abe sighs, resigned.
Their skin peels off, strings of flesh forming the shape of feathers. Their whole body unravels, weaving itself back into a fleshy creature of uncountable wings, eyes and tendrils.
Jade's eyes can’t wrap around the depth of the image in front of her, so she closes them, lights throbbing behind her eyelids.
“This is me,” says Abe’s voice, echoing from everywhere around her.
“Is this what you were so scared of?” she asks, the sight still imprinted in her brain. “You look… right.”
“Did you not like the blond hair?” they ask, covering their nerves with amusement.
“Course I did,” she scoffs, opening her eyes again. It was easier to look already, and it probably would be with each time. “But this is more you.” She bites her lip, wiping away everything she thought about life up to this moment. “What happens now?”
“Nothing.” Abe shrugs with a soft movement of their feathers. “I’ll leave you alone, I just wanted-”
“Oh, don’t,” she rolls her eyes. “You’ve always been a drama queen. Just come here.” She spreads her arms and, albeit with a lot of hesitance, she gets a bundle of warm threads of life to embrace. After a moment, tendrils snake around her middle to hug her back.
“But we can’t kiss," Abe reminds her, almost whining. "If we do, I turn, and who knows what’ll happen to you.”
“You said melted eyeballs," she recalls.
“At the least.”
For a moment, she’s completely quiet.
"What about other people?" she asks eventually.
"Only you will see me like this. For other people, I'll stay Abe, the local barista."
"That’s stupid," she frowns.
"That's GOD for you," they shrug.
They stay quiet, just embracing each other and softly swaying to a song in their heads.
“Do I even need eyeballs?” she asks eventually.
“Baby…”
“What if we like… scoop them out?”
“Lil, what the fuck?” They try to lean away from the hug, eyes moving to better see her, check if she's being serious, but she keeps holding them close.
“I'm just considering our options!” she defends. “Can we kiss, like, here?”
“I don’t know, and I don't want to risk it.”
She hums in thought.
“But you're already in this form, so…”
“Not risking it, still.”
She huffs.
“What about sex?”
The tendrils around her flexed.
“Well, it’s safe, apparently. We can keep doing it.”
“Damn, GOD is perverted.”
Abe snorts.
“But no, I mean here. In this form.”
Abe goes still, the tendrils around her tightening minutely.
“You’re not serious.”
“Oh, I am. What were you thinking, showing me tentacle porn?” she teases, and if the angel in front of her could blush, they would.
“Well…”
“Were you thinking about fucking me with all these?” she asks, caressing the tendrils that composed Abe, from wings to makeshift appendages to holding up the countless fiery eyes. “Would you let my eyes melt just to use me like this?” she follows, her eyebrows quirking teasingly. Abe squirms in her hold.
“No, of course not!” they protest, but her hold only tightens.
"Just play along, baby. Ugh, this is the part when I would grab your pussy if I knew where to look."
Abe chokes out a startled laugh.
“Oh, you’re serious about this.”
“How about you reach down and see for yourself?’
Abe does and then proceeds to show her all the fun parts of their true form.
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Cringetober Day 4: Angel x Demon
#inktober#inktober 2023#cringetober#cringetober 2023#angel x devil#biblically accurate angel#sorta#I kinda made a humanized biblically accurate angel#so that they can cuddle#these are not characters from anything btw#they are just nameless OCs I came up with on the spot#they cute tho#gay#lesbian#lgbtq#art#wlw#angel x demon
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◆ Oh my poor lost lamb.... may Gods love set your soul alight...◆
Elijah (left, he/him) belongs to my GF @/Laddinger & Sigil (right, any pronouns) is mine >:) They have such a special relationship, can you tell? :'>
Truly I was possessed when my brain suddenly said 'DRAW THIS NOW!!' so here is a speedpaint as well
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writing a romance between a human and an angel is something that can be so....!!!!
one has lived eons but is an absolute mess around this one human. human think's they're the absolute neatest and is just obsessed with them. angel absolutely worships human because worship is the only form of affection they understand. human fears they will never be enough since they're only mortal and a sinner, but to the angel that couldn't be further from the truth. while they're being affectionate and cute the angel glows ever so slughtly, until the human surprise kisses them and they glow like a lightbulb.
"do you remember (specific event in human history)?"
"oh i had to work that day i couldn't make it."
#doesnt understand humans#is literally just some guy#angels#biblically accurate angel#bible shitpost#my ocs are my children#oc tag#original character#humans and angels#i just love writing x#angelic
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What inspired Sera's design? I've always loved her design and would love to know some of your thought process when you were making her
Originally she was actually going to be very human and a fallen angel. her dynamic was basically the inverse we have now. a very forward and sexual angel who tries to seduce a shy and social anxious succubus. (sorry this is the only concept art i have rn thats not uh, lewd. the comics were originally going to be a lot different and for a separate account)
but i lost interest in the concept since i'm more of an opposite attracts type, and i wanted to explore both environments (cant exactly explore heaven if your wife is rotting in hell).
So I went with a more typical "serious angel x sexual succubus" type, but then went, "what if she actually was the more intimidating looking of the two". succubi are meant to be sexy and approachable, so what if her girlfriend was fucking weird and scary. I had a rough sketch (which i cant find for some reason) where Sera is this just this massive rings of fire with a giant head/eye inside, but then I felt like it was... kind of boring.
which is funny considering ive had people claim that my current sera design is trying too hard to be "biblicly accurate" but i wasn't trying to be! I wanted it to be a mix of version depicted in biblical art AND more humanized form. I wanted a partner for lili to hold hands with. An angel design that felt unique. Sorry if the answer feels vague, I never really had a specific design in mind when drawing her.
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biblically accurate angel etho x human joel. do u guys see the vision
#disclaimer i am not christian i don't know what being a biblically accurate angel entails#i think he justdeserves to have a little fall from grace. yk as a treat#he also deserves to have like a billion eyes and wings and shift forms with half a thought. as a second treat because i lomve him#etho#ethoslab#joel smallishbeans#boat boys#smalletho#smallishbeans#nya talks
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Blessed
Summary: Diavolo x gn!reader. You bring the angels with you to break the news of your upcoming marriage to your super religious parents.
CW: technically parents are religious, but I don't dig too deeply into it. Just the part where they wouldn't like you marrying the prince of hell.
A/N: This came into being because I was thinking about how I'd break the news to my parents if I was marrying Dia. I realized I'd probably have to lie my ass off.
You had calmly explained to Dia that it would be far easier to just… pretend that you weren't together. Your family was already on edge from the random bursts of time you disappeared. But the last thing your super religious parents would want to hear was that part of the reason was that you were the future king of hell’s fiance.
But no. Dia wanted to do the human tradition of “meeting the parents.” And whatever Dia wanted, Dia got, through whining, charm, and sheer stubbornness. What for him was a quirky little human tradition, for you was an incredibly stressful event.
To be fair to your parents, if the roles were reversed, and your child disappeared for months at a time and came back with a fiance, you'd be concerned. So you put some “protections” in place. You hoped it wouldn't come to it, but Simeon and Luke were going to be there. Just in case.
It wasn't going well. You, Diavolo, Simeon, and Luke, all sat awkwardly on the sofa while your parents gave you a stern glare.
“Getting married? Where did you two meet?”
You'd told Dia what he could and couldn't say. You knew he couldn't lie, so you told him to keep his mouth shut. If his lineage came up…oh God. You didn't want to think about it.
“Is he the reason you keep disappearing?”
“Y/N, if you're in trouble,” one of them gently grabbed your hands, staring in your eyes, “you can tell us. We'll get you out of it.”
“And who's the kid?”
“I'm Luke! I'm a friend of Y/N’s!” He said happily, excited to be noticed.
“Well, it's all rather suspect,” one of them said, leveling another glare at Dia, who was simply smiling happily. “I can't support this marriage.”
“I assure you, I will take excellent care of Y/N,” he said happily.
“Again, rather suspect.”
“I have quite a bit of money. Y/N will want for nothing for the rest of their life!”
“And yet their family doesn't seem to be invited to the wedding.”
“Simeon,” you whined to the angel, who sighed and nodded to Luke.
“Please, we know you have reason to be alarmed. But we have been given a message,” Simeon said, Luke nodding along. The two of them stood up, and the room was filled with a blinding light. What your eyes could see and understand, were what you'd been told biblical angels might look like. Yet even that description was off. You just couldn't comprehend the forms in front of you.
“Be not afraid,” Luke ‘spoke’, though more accurately, he sang in a chorus of angelic tones.
“Our Father has sent us with a message. This union has been arranged and blessed by the heavenly Father himself,” Simeon spoke.
Not exactly false. When word had got out that you, an all powerful, dangerous, product of three realms, were dating the Lord of Hell, they'd all but demanded marriage. Perhaps it was a diplomatic move, maybe it was a way to keep you in check, but the Celestial Realm had pushed far harder than the demon lords who'd opposed a marriage.
This was your last ditch effort. If literal angels couldn't convince your parents, Dia had been instructed to get all of you out of there, then order Barbatos to take you all slightly back in time before you had told your parents.
“We promise to guard and guide your child, as our Father has instructed us to care for them,” Luke said.
If your parents dug into this, asking the whys and hows, you'd be fucked. But the awestruck look on their faces told you they were buying it. They seemed to be crying with joy.
Simeon smiled warmly, then him and Luke returned to their regular forms, meaning you could actually look at them. Luke seemed smug, and Simeon seemed relieved.
Your parents tune seemed to have changed completely, now saying only good things about the marriage, eagerly asking if there was any way they could be a part of it, asking Dia all about himself, certain he had to be a good person to have been literally chosen by God for their child.
You sighed in relief as the angels took most of the questions. Dia smiled brightly next to you.
“That went so well! Perhaps I can show them my true form!” You dug your nails into his hand as you and the angels now lied your asses off about what that meant. All while Dia smugly laughed.
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Tag list- @eccedentesiast-sapphic @your-next-daydream
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One thing I will always and forever enjoy about the jondami ship by itself is the fact they are very angel x goblin coded.
Here me out
Jonathan is an angel and for the sake of everything we are gonna say biblically accurate. Cause he's sunshine wrapped up in puppy looks and baggy clothes and he looks for the good in people but with one look he could turn you to salt. Like literally could deliver divine punishment if need be. Which I think is interesting cause you got to learn to be gentle but also when to stand up and be rough. So like an accurate angel of sorts.
Then we have Damian and I know everyone is obsessed with him being a demon and stuff like that but like...after seeing the comics and reading some of the things he's said or done he's really not. He's just an autistic goblin.
Like he has no idea what human interactions are hardly and how to be normal about them so he just kinda stands there but the more you get to know him and the more comfortable he gets he just gets...weirder.
Like I can imagine him talking about animals for hours and talking about different characters from video games and backstories and drawing them out and Jonathan just stares at him like like a frog until he's done because he doesn't want him to stop. Plus Damian can have non verble moments so the moments he does speak are very special to him. Then the flexible points were he scuttles around on all fours to look for a pencil because he knows it freaks Jon out or the fact when they go outside he gets distracted by different plants he could eat (becuase hes vegan and knows a lot about plants) and even keeps special rocks in a secret drawer that he shows grayson and Alfred. Not to mention the collecting of special things like animals and swords.
So like a divine angel x a goblin really and I think it's a sweet deal honestly.
#batman#batfam#jonathan kent#jonathan x jay#jondami#they are so silly#damain wayne#dc comics#supersons#superman#best ship#the dynamic duo#teach me how to dougie#i live for this#i love them#no objecting in the court of krypton#sillyposting#so silly#dc incorrect quotes#dc universe#dcu
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SCP'ish AU Jebediah
Body ref
You can draw him without his back wings, cuz they were cut off x)
Just draw six scars on his back, if it's visible
Also, only this suit is not a mandatory outfit, he wears pretty common human clothes, mostly with turtlenecks
Face (eyes) ref + older sketches (use only for wings ref)
Only "human" have eyelids, every other eyes (including back wings) don't close
Some facts ramble
In AU there's no exactly angels, Jebediah is just numerous coincidences which led to a fairly biblically accurate angel appearance (he has some kind of true form)
He works for Facility and catches other anomalies
At least once a day he makes minced meat out of Hank (he can regenerate from blood drop, so it's fine + Hank is an asshole there)
He can shoot his Eye-beam from all his eyes (Death Star lol)
#SCP'ish AU#madness combat#madness combat fanart#madness project nexus#madcom#madcom fanart#madcom art#madness combat jebus fanart#madness combat jebus#madness combat jebediah christoff#jebediah christoff#jebus fanart#myart#patty art#my art#art#I don't know how to name AU properly#Cuz it has that SCP consept#Secure Contain Protect#But theres no experiments and etc#Made from anomaly for anomalies#I'll tell more lore when do Maker ref#A watchful person can get a gift from me#>=]
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don't let me tempt you / ch.1
pairing: angel!seokjin x angel!f.reader
⇢ au: Good Omens universe (none of the characters or the plot are mentioned so this fic can be read without knowing anything of Good Omens)
⇢ genre: forbidden romance, friends 2 lovers, comedy(?), fluff, eventual smut (not in this chapter)
⇢ summary: Seokjin is temporarily banished from Heaven and you're not all that good at paperwork.
⇢ chapter wc: 4.5k
⇢ rating: fic rating is explicit/18+ for eventual smut; chapter rating is 16 & up bc they're the equivalent of ken dolls rn, but minors please DNI anyway. This isn't for you.
⇢ chapter warnings: LOTS of religious imagery bc this is set in the Good Omens universe and there's gonna be a bunch of biblical references, but please remember that this isn't meant to be accurate. Author is an atheist. Author did next to no research on calendars that pre-date the Georgian one bc she is lazy and can't do maths. Swearing. If there's any tags you think I'm missing, please let me know - I'd hate to be the cause of any upset or discomfort <3
⇢ a/n: thank u to my beloveds @the-boy-meets-evil and @ugh-yoongi for reading this over and thinking my babies are cute. thank u to my angel @effortandmore for your encouragement! Ur all cute too. Ily
1106 BC
Time in 1106 BC follows some kind of construct that the author has not deemed necessary to research, but if the Georgian calendar (or indeed days of the week) had been invented, the day our story begins would be in mid April, on a Tuesday, around 3pm.
The weather in Heaven is, as you would expect, perfect. The company is not.
“Sorry to bring you in here like this,” you say, as the thirteenth angel of the day takes a seat on the other side of your desk.
There’s a spiel to this. Angels have a tendency to lean towards the dramatic, so you’ve learned the ways of ‘softening the blow’, as the humans call it. Doling out God’s punishments wasn’t your preferred assignment, but it’s the role that was dropped in your lap after you quit the last - and you’re not in a position to refuse Her again. Here goes another.
“I hate to be the bearer of bad news but-”
“Let me guess,” the other angel interjects. “She’s demoting me?”
This is unusual. The angels know God’s wrath, but they’re usually surprised to find out when said wrath is directed toward them specifically. Not this one, he’s sitting there, arms crossed, foot tapping impatiently, waiting for you to rip off the bandaid.
“Uhh. A temporary banishment actually.”
He stares at you. “It was only a little miracle.”
“Three very large miracles, I’ll have you know. We’re not supposed to be bringing people back from the dead anymore.”
“Since when?” he asks, rather like a petulant human toddler.
You frown. “Since protocol changed - didn’t you read the memo?” The angel shakes his head. “God’s decided to save those types of miracles for someone really special in-” You pause to check your watch “- a thousand years, give or take a century.”
“Special how?” The angel asks, sitting up a little straighter.
“You know we’re not told details of The Great Plan.” You flip the file shut. “Well, it seems like you know the issue at hand, and there’s little else to discuss-”
There’s a look of unease creeping over his assigned face that gives you pause. His fingertips drum on his knee. Too human for a heavenly body. “Are you alright?”
“She’s not- they’re not going to cut-”
“Oh! Goodness no,” you’re quick to reassure. “Oh no, you’d have to do something really awful for that, like, question her authority like Lucifer did.” His laugh comes out like a bark, and you’re confused because it wasn’t a joke. “No, but I am terribly sorry to say that you’re being sentenced to four-hundred years on Earth.”
He blinks twice. “Excuse me?”
“Four-hundred years - horrid, I know. But God does say the punishment must fit the deed-”
You’re interrupted again, this time by the kind of laughter that starts as disbelief and quickly has his shoulders shaking and tears rolling down his cheeks. Most unusual.
“You’re telling me I get to spend near half a century on Earth?”
“What do you mean ‘get to’?” The thought of even spending ten years in such a place sends shivers right through your wings. “You won’t be able to return to heaven at all during that time. No correspondence with anyone, unless of course we contact you first.” He’s positively glowing and you can’t understand it. “You’ll have to live amongst humans-”
He’s standing now, moving to the screen and zooming in on earth. “Can I pick where?”
You move to stand next to him. He’s zoomed in so far, you can’t quite tell where it’s supposed to be. In truth, you spend very little time looking over God’s preferred planet, choosing instead to focus on the vastness of the universe in all its glory. You prefer the stars and the galaxies and all of their colours.
“May I?”
“Sorry, I don’t understand.”
“Can I choose where to live? Will I have a role?”
There’s nothing like this in the training manual. No one ever has these questions. They’re too busy crying, wailing for another chance to stay in heaven, let alone look excited as this one does.
“I suppose you could,” you say slowly. “And no - there’s no role.” You wait for the penny to drop, but he doesn’t seem to get it. “Pointlessness is the point of this sentence.”
Wonder breaks out in his expression, and he turns back to the screen and zooms in on a peninsular you’ve never noticed before. “Can you drop me here?”
“Where’s here?”
“Gojoseon.”
“Why?”
“Good people.” His smile spreads wide. “Good food.”
You gasp. “You’ve consumed their provisions? You’ve eaten?”
He looks at you in shock. “You haven’t?”
Of course you flaming haven’t! Even if you could stomach it - how in heaven would you get the opportunity to dine on Earth, what with all the work piling up in your pigeonhole and the lack of angels rights to paid time off, not to mention a union?
Your expression must say it all because he laughs again and says, “Well then visit me sometime, I’ll cook for you.”
“You’re very peculiar.”
“Yes,” he says with a shrug. “I get that a lot.”
You move back over to the desk to complete the rest of the paperwork while he stands there, still looking at the map with a satisfied smile.
After a few moments, he says, “I’ll need a name if I’m to live with humans.”
You find his given name at the top of the page. Soterasiel.
“What’s wrong with the one you’ve got?”
He shrugs again. “Doesn’t quite roll off the tongue for everyone.”
“I hear John is rather popular these days,” you muse, still checking boxes. “And Abraham. Or what about Jos-”
“Seokjin.”
“Bless you.”
“No, I mean- Seokjin.” He moves to sit back down. You don’t quite like it, the way he walks, like he’s got a bravado he hasn’t done anything to earn - rather the opposite in fact, given his grievous error in judgement. “That’s my new name.”
“Oh-” You glance up at him. “It suits you.”
Seokjin beams. He’s quiet for the next few moments, but you can sense his eagerness as he watches your fingertip move down the page. When all the documents are signed, you show him over to the chute, and he peers into it.
“This is the one-way?”
You nod. “We’ll send someone to relieve you once your sentence is up.”
He steps inside without hesitation, and it’s almost too late. You've been itching with curiosity since you opened his file, so you blurt out exactly what you’re not supposed to ask.
“Why did you do it?”
Seokjin tilts his head, confused.
“Why did you bring those humans back from the dead?” you clarify.
His eyes soften. “They’re my favourites.”
There’s a pregnant pause as you regard him. You don’t understand. Favourites? Angels aren’t supposed to have favourites. Angels aren’t supposed to be anything like him. Maybe you haven’t met enough to speak on the matter.
“Come visit me, won’t you? I get the impression you’ll like it down there.”
And before you can scoff at the very idea of visiting a banished (albeit temporarily) angel on earth, the chute opens up below him and he’s gone.
It’s difficult to get back to work after all that. All day there are punishments to give out in God’s name, but thankfully they’re nothing as extreme as that one. You get through a few sanctions, several warnings filed, and a strongly worded letter to the Department of Animals to remind them to stop creating wasps (apparently earth has enough) and then (at what would usually be known as 6pm), like clockwork, Turiel enters your office.
He’s another one you can’t get a read on, but in an entirely different way. He came up the ranks quickly, and became your boss without the necessary qualifications within a single century. He’s kind of course, but he’s a Watcher, so naturally he watches everything. Being watched makes you uncomfortable.
“How is everything?”
“Wonderful, thank you.”
“What happened with the banishment this morning?”
“With Seok- Soterasiel? He took it rather well.” Turiel stares at you, and you clear your throat to fill the awkward quiet. “Seemed quite happy about it, actually.”
Turiel frowns. “That’s odd.”
“Yes, quite.”
“We should watch that one,” he says, already making his way out. “Oh- you remembered to strip his miracles, correct?”
Strip his- why in heaven would you do that? It seems horribly cruel enough just to leave them there, let alone take their ability to do anything worthwhile.
“Sorry?”
Turiel stops on the spot and turns, frown deepening further. “Tell me you saw the memo from Metatron? We’re to strip any and all banishments of their miracles going forward. Too many mishaps and too many angel turned demon that still have their powers.”
If you had any blood in your face it would surely drain. No, you haven’t seen any blasted memo. The pigeonhole is stuffed to burst and it’s something you’ve been meaning to work through, you truly have, but there’s so little time in the day and- and- heavens, he’s still staring at you. Tell him the truth. Tell him you didn’t take Seokjin’s miracles. They’d overlook one error, especially as it’s the first offence. Surely?
“No need to worry,” you hear yourself say, voice unnaturally high. “Of course I did.”
Turiel blinks, smiles with relief, and shuts the door behind him as he leaves.
For the first time in your existence, you’re tempted to curse.
879 BC
6:43pm. Patchy rain showers through til 8.
Seokjin’s home looks like nothing. A shack at best. It’s hardly worthy of the name home but you still need his sodding permission to cross the threshold, so you knock and wait, huddling as close to the door as possible to keep dry. As the rain pelts your back you bitterly wonder why angels have to wait at the threshold for permission to enter. It’s utterly beyond you, surely such a restraint could be reserved for those who are up to no good?
(You pointedly ignore the little voice saying that you are actually up to no good.)
“Oh my God,” Seokjin says when he opens the door (if it weren’t for the threshold force you’d keel over) and your nose wrinkles automatically at the blasphemy. “It’s you.”
“May I come in?” you say, too busy watching for Watchers in your peripherals to take in the sight of the angel in front of you. It would be terrible to be caught now, after the web of lies you weaved in order to get an hour off work.
“Why?” he asks, suspicion lacing his voice. “You’re not bringing me back early are you?”
“Oh heavens no,” you say, starting to feel a little desperate, pushing the wet hair from your eyes. “I forgot something in your documents, a quick signature and I’ll be off in a jiffy.”
“You forgot something?”
“Yes-”
“And you decided two hundred and twenty-seven years later was the right time to fix that?”
“Time slips away when you’re working!”
Seokjin rolls his eyes. “Your lot really need to unionise.”
“Shh!” you hiss. “Let me in, please?”
“Alright, alright,” he says, stepping aside. “Come on in. Take your shoes off at the door.”
“I don’t have shoes,” you say as you push past him. A little miracle as soon as you’re out of the rain has you dry and warm again. What a pity, you think, that Seokjin will have to live without these little perks for the rest of his banishment. The sympathy you feel for him catches you unawares. “What are shoes?”
Seokjin smiles. “Thought you were a watcher?”
Part Cherubim part Virtue actually, but you won’t be telling Seokjin that. That’s between you and God. You bustle past him inside the shack and you can finally relax. All protocols are being broken right now, but with the teeny tiny miracle that you performed earlier, only you and Seokjin will know about this clandestine meeting.
Seokjin’s home is much nicer on the inside. Rather homely. And clean. And it smells good. What is that smell?
“I just made some tea, would you like a cup?”
Drinking? Apparently you can’t hide your expression because Seokjin's responding smile is mirthful. “Haven’t changed much, have you?”
“I suppose not, no.”
There’s no time to dilly dally like this. If you’re not back in the office soon, there’ll be questions you won’t know how to answer without twisting the truth. An angel can’t be going around telling lies. It’s uncouth.
Seokjin busies himself at the table while you unroll the documents. The scroll is horribly long, but eventually you find the line you missed all those years ago. You cough to get his attention, and he looks up and takes the scroll from your outstretched hand.
But then he starts to read. Oh goodness gracious. You hadn’t expected that. He seemed the sort that wouldn’t get hung up on the details, that would trust an angel (one like yourself in particular) implicitly. It’s offensive, actually, that he doesn’t trust that you’re not trying to pull the wool over his eyes, even though that might be exactly what you were trying to do. Are you not trustworthy? Are you not angelic?
Seokjin frowns. Uh oh.
“You’re taking my miracles?”
“Uh-”
“Why?”
“Well- uh. It’s protocol, you see.”
Seokjin stares. The silence is palpable.
“You fucked up.”
You gasp. “Don’t curse!”
“You did!” he says, eyes wild. “You fucked up when you sent me down here!”
There’s heat creeping up your neck.
“It really doesn’t need to be such a big to-do,” you splutter. “Just sign the form, and I’ll be on my way and then you’ll be back in Heaven in no time at all!”
“But I won’t have my miracles?”
“You’ll get them back on your return!”
“What if I need them?”
“You won’t.”
“I’ve needed them a lot, actually,” Seokjin insists. “You’ve no idea how many sticky situations I’ve been in thanks to all the creatures our Heavenly Mother made!”
“Oh!” you exclaim. “Have you seen a tiger yet? Those are my favourite.”
Seokjin looks like he might slap you.
The door opens.
“Seokjinie-hyung! We’re back!”
We? Who’s we?
We are three men, one short, one tall, and one somewhere in the middle.
The room is very suddenly too small and too quiet as all of you stare at each other.
The small one’s eyes, wide and curious, dart between you and Seokjin.
“Who’s this, Seokjin hyung?”
“Uh-” you say.
“Uhh-” says Seokjin.
You can’t think of a human name. Not a single, blasted one comes to mind. Of course, humans know angels exist, but you can’t go around telling everyone who you are when you’re not exactly here on official business. Their mouths blabber too much. Word on Earth gets around faster than in Heaven.
“This is-”
“Oh my God-” the somewhere-in-the-middle one exclaims, while you grimace. “You’re that angel hyung told us about!”
You turn to glare at Seokjin, who is all of sudden very interested in the wood grain on the table. His ears are strawberry red. Strawberries were one of your ideas, you’d know that colour anywhere.
“You told them?” you say, incredulously. “What were you thinking?”
Seokjin sighs. “They’re not going to say anything.”
“Yeah!” the small one says. “Don’t worry, we’ve kept Seokijn hyung’s secret for two cent-”
He’s cut off by a loud cough from the tall one, but you’re not stupid. Humans aren’t supposed to be alive that long anymore, not since The Great Flood when God finally got sick of Noah and his bothersome family - that was one of the few memos you read.
“Seokjin-” you say slowly. He’s pointedly looking everywhere else but your face. “Are these the same humans you told me about during our first meeting?”
The small one grins. “Oh hyung, I knew you loved us more than you let on.”
Two centuries they’ve been alive - at least. Oh Goodness. You need to report it, but how could you without telling them you didn’t do your job properly.
“You don’t need to say anything to Heaven,” Seokjin says. “What they don’t know doesn’t hurt them.”
“The protocol-” you start, but you’re cut off by a groan.
“Fuck the protocol! Don’t you want to think for yourself for once? Didn’t She give us free will for a reason?”
“She gave them free will, not us!” you reason. “We’re to do as we’re told!”
“Why? What for?”
“The Great Plan!”
“The Great Plan-” he parrots in the most condescending tone. “-is supposed to be ineffable. If we knew what was in it, we wouldn’t have a choice. If I didn’t have free will, I wouldn’t have been able to turn them into vampires.”
You frown, confused. Vampires weren’t in the handbook, but then you never could keep up. “What’s a vampire?”
Seokjin swallows thickly. “Uh. Nevermind that. The point is, if this wasn’t in The Great Plan, if it wasn’t written, would I have even been able to do it?”
The thought gives you pause. He’s got a point, actually. The Archangels talk often of fate and destiny and what She wrote. No one knows the plan, of course, and it can change at Her will, but the whole point of this charade is that you’re all to trust in God’s Plan, regardless of what happens.
There’s a long moment of silence. The three men- or rather, vampires- are still just standing there watching the two of you argue.
The small one finally breaks the tension and introduces himself. “I’m Jimin,” he says.
You nod, and give your name. He repeats it, butchering the pronunciation, but of course you expected that. Humans have never quite managed to get their tongue around it. You muse for a moment if you should give yourself a more human name, like Seokjin, but your thoughts are interrupted by the large one.
“I’m Namjoon,” he says, and points to the last one, who gives a tentative wave. “This is Taehyung.”
You nod again, and start to feel a little ridiculous.
Okay, so the plan needs to be adjusted. You can’t take away Seokjin’s miracles without getting him to undo whatever he did to the human-vampires.
“How long have you all been alive?”
Namjoon glances at Seokjin, who nods. “Around three hundred years.”
“Okay,” you say. “And do you plan on dying any time soon?”
The three of them stare at you. “It’s not something we’d considered, no,” whispers Jimin.
“Right,” you say, and then turn to Seokjin. “You need to fix this, make them human again. I’ve got to go, they’ll be looking for me, but I’ll be back soon to check in on you so you’d better have done it by then.”
Seokjin’s Adam's apple bobs in his throat. It’s… somewhat pleasant to look at.
“Pleasure to meet you everyone,” you say tightly to Seokjin’s friends. “Enjoy the rest of your lives.”
You catch their confused expressions shift into something horrified before you appear back at your desk in Heaven. It leaves you befuddled. That was a perfectly pleasant first interaction with humans that are aware of your celestial-ness - you’re not quite sure what they could be so bothered about.
827 BC
Early Autumn. 8:12am. Current Earthly conditions: foggy
It’s another fifty years or so before you can catch a break long enough to get back down to Earth. The shack has improved drastically - quite the pleasant looking home in fact. There’s flower boxes on the windowsills that are covered in a light morning dew, but the plants seem hardy. Purples and yellows. Dainty looking little things. You wonder what they might be.
The door opens as you bend to smell them, and you look up to find the angel wrapped up in the largest item of clothing you’ve ever seen for something that just seems to be used for a neck. It’s ever so bright. Mismatched colours and patterns that don’t seem to line up. One end of it drags along the floor. Seokjin doesn’t appear too pleased to see you.
“What are you wearing?” you ask, amused.
“Taehyung made me a scarf.”
“It’s very big.”
Seokjin glares.
“Did you really come to ruin my life so early in the morning?”
You roll your eyes. “You’re immortal. I hardly doubt this little blip will destroy you. More like God would if you don’t pull it together.”
“I could say the same about you.”
He’s got you there. But as you hold his gaze something in the air shifts, and he reluctantly lets you in. This time you take his offer of a cup of tea. You take a tentative sip, and it warms your belly in such an unexpected way. The weight of the cup is heavy in your hand, and the warmth of it seeps into your palm. It’s rather nice.
You sit at the same table he had fifty-something years ago. There’s a few more marks in the woodwork by now.
“Shall we get it over with then?” he says. “Where do I need to sign?”
You stop his hastiness with a gentle touch to his arm. He stares at your hand.
“Did you get everything in order first?” you ask.
Seokjin coughs. “Yes, of course.”
His ears are strawberry red again. The colour really is pretty, you’re glad you chose it. You’re glad you see it in other things, even if they are the tips of this angel’s ears.
“They’re dead?”
“Not yet,” he says, lips twisting bitterly around the words. “They’re living out the rest of their lives. You might get a chance to see them, if you stay awhile. They said they’d be popping by later.”
“Oh,” you say, surprised. “Well, I suppose that’s something. You know, I am really sorry about that. I thought about it after my last visit, and I think I understand now why you’d want to keep your friends around for longer.”
“Feeling lonely up there?” he asks, voice gentler than usual.
“No!” You snort with (only slightly put on) derision. “Of course not. Too busy for such a thing as loneliness.”
He chuckles. “Maybe I wasn’t busy enough then.”
You ignore what feels like a thimbleful of sadness dropping into your stomach.
Seokjin does most of the talking while you drink your tea. He talks about what he does down here - cooking mostly, but also a little pottery. He’s been training under a man called Yoongi. Says he made the cups you’re holding, and you inspect them. They’re quite ugly, thick and uneven- and you’re about to say as such, but Seokjin looks proud, so you smile and tell him he did very well, and that you like the colour of the clay. You wish you could bottle the way he beams.
All too soon the tea is finished, and Seokjin signs the document. It’s done. His eyes still shine, if a little less bright now.
“What now?” he asks.
You suck in a breath. “Your miracles are in trust until your return to Heaven. Until then you can live as a human. More or less.”
His eyes snap up. “I’m still immortal, right?”
“Oh of course,” you say with a laugh. “You think they’d go through all this trouble just to risk you being eaten by a giraffe?”
“Do you know anything about Earth?” Seokjin says it like you’re an idiot. “At all?”
You’re tempted to roll your eyes. “I know plenty-”
“Name one thing,” he interrupts, crossing his arms and looking at you with an almost amused expression.
You draw your shoulders back. You’ll give him three. “It weighs five point nine-seven septillion kilograms.”
Seokjin blinks three times fast. You must’ve caught him off guard with your knowledge. Good.
“It’s made up of thirty-two point one percent iron, fifteen point one percent silic-”
“Alright,” Seokjin says, lips twisting into a small smile. “I get it. You don’t need to prove yourself.”
You grin, ever so pleased with yourself, and Seokjin laughs.
“You’re cute.”
“What?”
“Cute,” he repeats. “It’s a compliment.”
“Oh,” you say, wondering why reciting facts from the Earth’s handbook would warrant a compliment on your character. “Okay…” You look down at your mug and see it’s empty and you’re struck with a surprising pang of disappointment. The tea was really rather good, it’s something of a pity as you realise you won’t be able to make it the same back in Heaven.
“Well, I’d better get going. Paperwork to do. Miracles to take.”
“Of course,” says Seokjin, and stands to see you off. “If you visit again will you let me know in advance?”
“Why?”
“I’ll make dinner.”
You smile without thinking. “I don’t eat, Seokjin.”
“You know,” he says, in a very matter of fact tone. “Despite the fact that every time we meet you’re taking away something of mine, I’m growing quite fond of our meetings.”
You blink.
His eyes are so big and gentle and- “Let me know- okay?” he says with earnest.
“Okay,” you promise, already wondering when you could possibly get away long enough to watch Seokjin eat dinner.
“Would you like to take some flowers with you?” he asks suddenly. “I saw you smelling them.”
“Oh! Ye-” you start, and then you think better of it. So you plaster on a smile and say “No, that’s quite alright, I can whip some of my own up in no time at all.”
Seokjin nods. He looks like he’s going to say something else, but time is getting on and you’re not used to these odd goodbye rituals the humans (and this angel in particular) seem so fond of, so with a flash of a smile you’re back in Heaven. Seokjin and his lovely brown eyes remain on Earth.
Your office looks so bland in comparison to Seokjin's home.
It takes a second to notice that the cup he gave you is still in your hand, remnants of the sweet tea drying on the bottom. You briefly consider going back down, just to hand it over and say goodbye properly, but in walks Turiel to squash any ideas you have about leaving your post again.
“Great, you’re finally back,” he says, dumping a stack of files on your desk. “We’re swamped.”
“What happened?” you exclaim. You’re barely able to see him over the pile.
“Some bright spark in Organisms made a new virus. Let it loose in Greece without proper authorisation, killed half of them,” he says with a frustrated sigh. “The higher ups are fretting because one of the dead ones was supposed to be a prophet.”
Oh dear.
Turiel leaves without display. No time for pleasantries like offerings of tea and flowers up here. You sigh, dejected.
Being around Seokjin makes you wistful for things you didn’t know you wanted. You set the mug on your desk, turning it to and fro so you get a view of the prettier side- and with the smallest of miracles, there grows delicate flowers, in purple and yellow.
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Hi call me blueberry anon or just blue!
I was hopin to ask with Vash and Knives with an Angel!reader g/n.
Like you know when Vash and Knives show their true selves and reader dont give a shit because they literally have giant ass wings and multiple eyes yknow like one of those biblical accurate angel but more human.
If its too specific just ignore this JDJKDKDKDK (ps when i said show their true selves i immediately thought of those wolf alpha vids on tiktok)
Hello Blueberry Anon~ I'm sorry that this took longer than usual to get to, I promise I wasn't ignoring or forgetting this request! College woes... (´Д｀)
I think this is a super cute idea and I'm always a sucker for a chaotic angel or devil or any sort of creature really. (Probably why I enjoy writing about Vash and Knives being little beasts so much LOL)
Vash and Knives x Angel!Reader: Heaven
Content warnings: None, but the descriptions of multiple eyes/wings might be offputting to some. Otherwise just fluff!
Vash
I take Vash as someone who's really accepting of everyone else's differences--even to the point where he'll feel a sort of disdain towards his own differences because of it.
But when he learns about your otherworldly nature? He's immediately curious. He really can't help himself.
He wants to ask a lot of questions. How do you hide your wings? Are humans afraid of you? Do you have any sorts of powers? Does this mean you're immortal--wait, are you here on a mission?!
Whether you indulge him or not in answers is up to you. He won't pry (but he might whine a little if you tell him it's a secret).
Now that he knows you're different, he wants to embrace it as much as possible. He's always trying to compliment how soft your wings are, how radiant and sparkling your eyes are, etc.
I think this especially goes for the '98 iteration of Vash--the "did it hurt when you fell from Heaven" pickup line. Feel free to respond with "yeah, actually, a lot" to get him sputtering and scrambling to apologize.
Knives
When you explain it to him, he's very quiet at first, running all possible responses through his head. What he doesn't say (but is thinking) is that he's thankful you're not human (because admitting he loves a human is an utterly impossible feat!).
He also hopes, deep down, that since you're inhuman, you might better understand his intentions for a world without humans. (Of course, if you're the kind of angel who's sent to help humans, this goes against your direct orders... cue troubles!)
He has a deep respect for your otherworldly self, being not of the planet himself, so he takes a lot of time to study and understand you to the fullest.
He's especially intrigued if you have repeating features--multiple eyes, pairs of wings, floating motes of flame, spinning golden rings, that kind of stuff. He really enjoys symmetry and repetition. (Vash does, too, but he'll appreciate from afar.)
He encourages you to take your "natural" form more often, rather than sculpting yourself into a more humanoid form. If this more "natural" form is imperceptible/cosmically incomprehensible to him, he won't mind. (Okay, he might be a little sad if he can't see you in all your blazing glory, but he won't make it obvious.)
I think there's definitely a case here for a "fallen angel" type deal--you've fallen from the sins of humanity, and now you've joined up with Knives in order to restore what should have been. Or maybe you find more worth in each other...
End notes: I finished this up on mobile so the formatting might be off. I promise I'll fix it tomorrow!
#vash x reader#vash x you#knives x reader#knives x you#trigun x reader#galactifics#love mail#blueberry anon
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