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divine temptations | 222

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

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

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

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

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

Almost is a taunting thought

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

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

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

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

What other recourse did you have?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That depends on you, my friend.”

Anakin did not understand.

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

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

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

This offer was... merciful.

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

Being known by you...

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

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

How could he say no?

“I... accept.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is it?”

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

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

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

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ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ꜱɪʀᴇɴꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ, ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴʟᴏᴀᴅꜱ ɪ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ. ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇꜱꜱᴀɢᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ. ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴜᴀʟ ᴏɴᴇ, ꜱᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ʀᴇꜱᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ. ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ꜱᴀɪᴅ, ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ!

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ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴛᴇɴꜱᴇ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴇʀɢʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇxᴜᴅᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴀᴛᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴜʀᴀ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜰᴜʟ ᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀꜰᴜʟ ᴀᴘᴘᴀʀᴇʟ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʜʏꜱɪQᴜᴇ ɪꜱ ɪᴍᴍᴇɴꜱᴇʟʏ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴠɪꜱᴜᴀʟ��ᴢᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜɪɢʜ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴜᴄᴄᴇꜱꜱꜰᴜʟ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀʀɴᴇʀ ᴍᴀɴʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴠᴀꜱᴛ ᴠᴀʀɪᴇᴛʏ ᴏꜰ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛ, ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴀʟᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʙʀɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʟᴇɴᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜱᴜɪᴛᴏʀꜱ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴍᴀɪɴ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴄᴇɪᴠᴇ ᴀ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴀʟ ᴏꜰ ᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀɪꜱᴇ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ʀᴇʙᴇʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴇxʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴꜱ ꜱᴇᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ᴘᴀꜱꜱɪᴏɴᴀᴛᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪᴅᴇᴀꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴɪQᴜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴘᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇꜱ.

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ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ᴡɪᴛᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇᴀꜱɪɴɢ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ ᴛᴏɴɢᴜᴇ ᴏʀ ɴᴏ ꜰɪʟᴛᴇʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇꜱᴛʀᴏʏ ᴇɢᴏꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ’ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴛᴏᴍᴏʀʀᴏᴡ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ɪɴᴛɪᴍɪᴅᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪᴛᴛɪɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪꜰ ɴᴏᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴏ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ ꜱʜᴏᴡɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅɪꜱᴀᴘᴘᴏɪɴᴛᴍᴇɴᴛ. ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʙᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴀᴡʏᴇʀ, ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇ ᴏʀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄɪᴀɴ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇꜱ ʙꜱ, ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɪᴍ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴄʜᴀʟʟᴇɴɢᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴅᴏᴡɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴜɴᴅᴇʀꜱᴛᴏʀᴍꜱ, ɢʟᴏᴏᴍʏ ᴡᴇᴀᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏʀ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʟᴏᴏᴋ/ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ. ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴏʀ ᴍᴀʟᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀᴛᴇꜱ. ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʀᴏᴄᴋꜱᴛᴀʀ ᴠɪʙᴇꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟ. ɢᴏᴛʜꜱ. ʜᴏʀʀᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ. ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ. ᴀᴍᴜꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ. ꜰᴀꜱᴛ ᴄᴀʀꜱ. ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀᴛꜱ. ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴍᴜꜱɪᴄ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀɪᴠᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱʜɪᴘꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇꜱ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ.

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ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ Qᴜɪᴇᴛ, ᴘᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏꜱᴛᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴏʀ ꜱɪᴛᴜᴀᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ ᴏꜰ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴀʏ ᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍᴀɴɪꜰᴇꜱᴛ. ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴏʙꜱᴇʀᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪꜱ ɴᴀᴛᴜʀᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴀᴛɪꜱꜰɪᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋɪɴɢ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ꜱᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ. ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʀɪᴄʜ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱᴇʟꜰ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʀᴀᴅɪᴀɴᴛ ʀᴏʏᴀʟᴛʏ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴛɪꜱᴛ/ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴠᴇ. ɪ’ᴍ ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʜᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ ᴏʀ ᴀ ʟᴏᴡ-ᴋᴇʏ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜱᴇɴꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴏɪᴄ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏʀ. ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇᴍ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴛ, ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ʟᴇᴀʀɴ ᴏʀ ʙᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟʟʏ ꜱᴛɪᴍᴜʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴍᴀɢɴᴇᴛɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ᴅʀᴀᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ꜱʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴍᴇᴀɴɪɴɢꜰᴜʟ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ. ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ʙᴏʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀꜰɪᴄɪᴀʟ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ. ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ꜰᴇᴇʟ ᴊᴜᴅɢᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ. ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ꜱᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛᴇɴ ᴜᴘ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɪɴɴᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴄᴀʀᴛᴏᴏɴꜱ, ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ, ʀɪᴅᴇ ʙɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴏʀ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʀᴄᴀᴅᴇ. (ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɪɴɢ ᴄʀᴇꜱᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴍᴏᴏɴ ᴘʜᴀꜱᴇ.)

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the mother superior was... no it can't be...

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#Only The Flesh Is Divine #parasitic saint ocs #wlw #wlw love #sapphic #lesbian #nun #nuns #artists on tumblr #digital art #revisited okfortv's art and i felt inspired to go back to that similar style like when i first got obsessed with pachucos #anyway these are the oldest nuns #they both got their right eyes off #i like painting funky colors on skin #sketch #i want to finish a big illustration againnn aghhh

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#female manipulator #coquette #female hysteria #lana del rey #cinnamon girl #divine feminine #this is a girlblog #girlblogging #girl interrupted #femcel #nun #catholic #cathedral

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now that the show is almost over i think i'm ready to start to get into the unhinged au era that gets more and more untethered to canon. and by this i mean i need a tomgreg buddy comedy where for some reason they have to dress up as priests, because i think they'd both look hot in those black shirt white collar combos. i also want tom to demand to greg that he confess his nasty sinful thoughts and for them to fuck in the confessional after this. yes i liked fleabag s2 too much and was raised catholic why are you asking.

#the succ #tomgreg #i want to be more insane about them on main #i always headcanon that tom is protestant and greg is catholic. idk if thats relevant #one of my classic AUs is guy who shouldnt be a priest bc he doesnt believe in god but hes trying to be a priest anyway/ succubus demon.#i think tg could do that #i also like the gay nun show. yknow.#tom wears a shirt that says 'I <3 psychosexual obsession with the divine' just like my dnd character #i wrote this post and completely forgot it was prompted by someone mentioning that matt mac has played a priest in something. curious

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The Madonna of Mercy Sheltering a Group of Nuns, by Sano di Pietro, 1440s.

Over the centuries, the Church has always looked to Mary as the summa contemplatrix. From the Annunciation to the Resurrection, through the pilgrimage of faith that reached its climax at the foot of the Cross, Mary persevered in contemplation of the mystery dwelling within her. In Mary, we glimpse the mystical journey of the consecrated person, grounded in a humble wisdom that savours the mystery of the ultimate fulfillment. Following Mary's example, the contemplative is a person centred in God and for whom God is the unum necessarium (cf. Lk 10:42), in comparison with which all else is seen from a different perspective, because seen through new eyes. [...] Persevere, then, in profound communion with the Church so that in Her midst you may become a living continuation of the mystery of Mary, Virgin, Bride, and Mother, who welcomes and treasures the Word in order to give it back to the world. Thus you will help to bring Christ to birth and increase in the hearts of men and women who, often unconsciously, are thirsting for the One who is the "Way, the Truth, and the Life" (Jn 14:6). Like Mary, you too strive to be a "stairway" by which God descends to encounter humanity, and humanity ascends to encounter God and contemplate His Face in the Face of Christ.

Pope Francis (Vultum Dei quaerere, §10, 37)

#Christianity #Catholicism #nun #Virgin Mary #prayer #meditation #mysticism #Mary's Mantle #Ecclesia #Holy Face of Jesus #Jesus Christ #Gospel of Luke #Ladder of Divine Ascent #Gospel of John #Vultum Dei quarerere #My Pope

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victusinveritas · 25 days

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#nuns #divine office

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iricathel · 9 months

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Under God's will 🏰

— Nun!Irina open interaction

Disclaimer before starting!

Keep in mind that in this Au, Irina is a character with more sinister personality, so her behavior could be quite unpredictable and also violent than normal. Adding that there could be sensitive and/or delicate content.

If you want a little introduction of what you can expect, you can read the headcanons before taking chances.

Good luck surviving in your adventure and have fun!

A trip to Romania, a country that continued to embrace its past to this day.

For each step that remains, you could observe the rich culture, traditions and religions, as well as its architecture nostalgic for the times when kings and nobles still walked on their lands.

One of the most striking attractions that the country offered were its ancient churches and monasteries that protected so many myths and urban legends due to their paranormal events caused by the sins that were stoned between their clay walls.

Suicides, murders, clandestine abortions, romances between priests and nuns or even young people, as well as exorcisms and ghosts in pain roaming its narrow corridors.

All kinds of catastrophes were happening in the holy temples of God, but only in one of the monasteries was there a small hope of salvation.

A nunnery that could be visited to take a look at its magnificent sculptures of religious deities, paintings and vividly colored infrastructure.

It would not be a bad thing to take a look at its wonders and also meditate in search of personal inspiration.

— At least, that was what all the villagers said.

You had remained inert observing the rose window of cold colors that you had not even given importance to the melody of the gloomy organ that sent chills down your entire spine. And hardly either, you perceive the shadow that appeared out of the corner of your eye!

"...May I help you with something?" That feminine voice spoke, so soft that it seemed that she was whispering a secret so that the Lord would not hear her.

Coming out of the darkness, a golden-haired nun with sparkling eyes made her presence visible.

"It fills all my sisters and I with joy in our hearts to see new visitors in the sacred house of God. There are many things to admire, but more amazing are the words of the Lord to find the right path in life."

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My stupid OTP

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divine temptations | 111

say yes to heaven, say yes to me

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

synopsis: anakin, a seraph, has lost himself to his obsession of you. with every moment he can, he watches over you as you attend to your daily duties around the convent. and day by day his desire grows. when your guardian angels fail to protect you, anakin believes he has no choice but to intervene, breaking numerous heavenly laws in the process.

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The crux of his obsession began with your voice. Harmonious and pure. Passionate and sweet. The soft vibrato and splendid timbre of your voice could be heard above all the clatter from the realms of Earth. The melodies you sang haunted him from the rise of the sun to the white shadow of the moon. And while he needed not sleep, he found no rest as he smoldered in his selfish desires for you. After he had fulfilled his duties for that day, when he was alone, he remained perched in the Heavens watching over you, drowning in the beauty of your voice, and lusting for your human touch.

His name was Anakin. And day after day he watched you, wishing he could descend to the realm which held your precious life. But that was a boundary that he was forbidden to cross. He was confined to be a guardian of the Heavens, not of Earth. To him, it was a cruel, cruel fate. Watching you from above, lightyears of distance between your realities, was as close to you as he was permitted.

An angel of his status, chosen to protect the thrones of the deity, a seraph, should give no eye to the realms beneath him nor find solace in the voice of human girl. The way that you had captivated him was unnatural and unholy. If anyone found out he entertained himself with you, he might be marked with shame by the highest councils, until he repented publicly. Though he might never obtain such a position as his ever again. As it were, he found himself considering these things, as if shame might be a solution to making contact with you.

He'd prefer to be your guardian angel than a guardian of his own father. He wanted to serve creation rather than its Creator. And that was sin. He could not deny this secret was a source of guilt. And it would not be long before the all-knowing Maker noticed how far from perfection Anakin had fallen.

But he wasn’t afraid of the fall. He wanted to connect with you in a deeper way than this parasocial existence. He wished to be your guardian angel. But you had many. Someone so beloved by the Creator had five guardian angels. And he hated each of them with equal rage.

Hate was dangerous. It was said that hatred lit the path of the fallen. And if it were true, then he had already doomed himself the moment he began desiring you.

He watched you as you prayed in the chapel, kneeling on the bench and making the Sign of the Cross, touching your beautiful skin with your fingertips. Contentment marked your face, and he felt it in your soul. It was only a feeling he had when he listened to your voice pray and sing with such grace and beauty. In your dainty hands, you held the rosary beads and began to say your prayer. Holding the first bead between your fingers, you whispered Our Father to yourself. Day after day you’d repeat the same prayers with equal passion. Your love and faithfulness to the one who gave you life was unmatchable. You had sacrificed much to serve him, cutting off your family and material possessions entirely to live a humble life in the convent. Your prayers never revolved around your desires, only for others. You often prayed for your sisters. Never for yourself. Anakin often wondered if you had any dreams of your own at all. Despite all his abilities, he could not hear your thoughts. He only heard what you said aloud to yourself.

As you worked with your hands in the garden, you often sang psalms of praise when you thought no one was around to listen. You sang softly, the most beautiful melody which would stain his thoughts day and night forever. He would hear you even when you were silent; the barriers of all the heavenly realms echoed with your voice, to his ears never ceasing. But perhaps, it’s only because he desired you so.

His obsession was different than that of men. Though not immune to your divine beauty, his craving for your touch transcended that of sexual pleasure. Sex is something created for humans to enjoy with other humans. His being was never made for intercourse with mankind, and he viewed it as a simple animalistic action. A way to express desire, but to him it was lacking in true passion.

What he felt for you was true desire.

He wanted to consume you.

Corrupt you.

He wanted you to desire him, crave him, lust over him, with every atom of your body and with every piece of your soul. He wanted to see you overturn your religious convictions and worship him instead. He wanted your prayers, your psalms, your whole heart.

Was that too much to ask?

Forbidden was what it was. Sacrilegious even. And enough to get him cast out of the heavenly realms forever.

But the longer he wished for you, the more he thought that it might be worth it. There was nothing he wanted more than you. And only you. He wanted to live out the rest of eternity adored by you. That would be enough.

But you were unaware of his existence. Which awakened rage within him strong enough to tear galaxies apart.

He could see you, but as long as he remained in his dimension, you would never be able to see him or know that he existed. He was forbidden to show you his glory, to share his voice, and to touch your skin. It was never meant to be.

And yet he still found a way to make contact, against all heavenly odds.

You were plucking red apples from the orchard trees close to the road. It wasn’t a common route from the convent to the market, but some used it. Anakin had finally caught a break from the council meetings with the Thrones and Cherubim and sneaked away to see you. He hated that your sisters sent you out alone where you could be harmed.

Your five guardians flitted around you in a circle. He knew that they would do almost everything in their power to keep you safe. Everything except actually physically intervening. For you, there would be no limits in how far Anakin would go to protect you. He would break every earthly and heavenly law.

For you.

And only you.

When you had filled your basket with apples, you climbed down the ladder to rest. You leaned back against the tree and looked up at the sky. If you had eyes to see the other dimensions, you would have been looking right into his eyes. His heart swelled with pride, knowing that you shared a connection, even if you didn’t know it yet.

An older human male was steering a small buggy pulled by two horses. Anakin had been watching him for miles coming down the road. Your guardian angels seemed to be unconcerned about his approach. And they could hear the thoughts of humans, which meant that you were likely safe.

But there was something about that man Anakin didn’t like. Perhaps it was only his proximity to you. He was jealous of anything that was closer to you than he.

You sang to yourself softly, and Anakin drew as near as he were permitted just to listen to your voice.

“You have a lovely voice,” the man said to you. He had gotten off his buggy and walked over the road and a stretch of grass to meet you at the tree.

Anakin held himself back somehow, though if he saw fit, he could scorch the man from the inside out until he returned to dust.

You looked up at this stranger standing over you, and instantly, your eyes widened in fear. Anakin assumed it had been a long time since you’d spoken to a man. It was natural for you to be afraid. You thought you were all alone.

Anakin only watched the interaction transpire.

“Thank you,” you said back, your voice trembling.

“Would you sing a song for me?” the man asked.

“I think… that you should leave. This is private land, sir.”

A sane person would have backed away and said his goodbyes, but he didn’t. And Anakin knew instantly that he should have trusted himself to know this man’s intentions for you. This despicable creature kicked the basket from your lap and grabbed you, holding you by the throat against the tree trunk.

Your guardian angels had failed you. All five of them. Were they not paying attention to his evil thoughts? How had they missed them? They held the power to influence the thoughts of men. They could have convinced him to turn away and leave you alone.

But they didn’t.

They were going to let this man defile you.

Anakin watched them scrambling around, trying when it’s too late to change this man’s heart. But they could do nothing to interfere with free will once man had decided.

And Anakin thought that to be a stupid law. One meant to be broken.

With a singular motion of his index finger, Anakin sent lightning from the clouds, lightning that struck this man and stopped his heart. He was burned and scarred instantly and fell back, turning to ash.

You screeched and cried and sobbed, crumbling to your knees in a shaking mess. He wished he could comfort you, but he had already done enough to ruin himself entirely. But it was worth it to keep you safe. This was as close to you as he had ever gotten. The electricity from his lightning bolt just buzzed your skin. And he felt it. He wanted you to feel him in some way.

Your guardians looked up at him all at once with fire in their eyes. Anakin smiled and gave them a wave. They were angry and picked him up. He could not overpower them when they were together.

They carried him to the high council and dropped him in the center of the chamber. Anakin did not need to explain himself; they already knew what had transpired.

“Need we remind you of the law of free will? The law given to humans by our Creator?” the Throne of Reason, Mace, said. His eyes were full of judgment and understanding at the same time.

Anakin picked himself up and stood, stretching out his layers of feathered wings. “I could not stand by and watch her be harmed.”

Mace closed his eyes and clasped his hands together. “You are in dangerous territory, young one. You know that what you did is one of the greatest of sins. To interfere with man’s will—” Mace pressed his lips together, “in such a physical way. Using the Heavens’ power against mankind. Anakin, you killed a man today.”

This was all such a waste of time. He knew what they were going to say. How they would interpret his actions. But why was no one speaking of that human’s sin. Rape. Raping a young maiden. That wasn’t worthy of a discussion? It wasn’t worthy of being mentioned?

“What about him?” Anakin asked defiantly.

Obi-Wan shot him a warning glare from where he sat. Obi-Wan was a cherub, one that was usually too busy attending to the wishes of the Creator to attend the high council. But Anakin did not doubt that his friend’s presence was needed today.

“The human?” Mace did not appreciate the diversion from Anakin’s sin.

“Yes. He was going to hurt her! And they—” Anakin pointed at your guardian angels, his entire being catching fire from his rage, “they weren’t going to intervene in any real way. They failed to listen. If I could hear the thoughts of men, I would have done something before he laid a hand on her.”

“Your obsession with this human is… concerning. Don’t think we haven’t noticed. Why are your thoughts on the Earth realms? Need I remind you that your duties are the greatest in all of Heaven?” Mace said.

“But they could have done something!”

Disapprovingly, Mace shook his head. “You can’t know that. Only the Creator does. And it is not your place nor mine to judge men. That is for the Principalities to determine. They enact rightful punishment on humanity. You are not to interfere.”

Obi-Wan spoke up, coming to Anakin’s defense. “He is young. Neither you nor I can say that we haven’t made mistakes.”

“It wasn’t just a mistake. He broke the law. He overstepped his boundaries. He killed a man.”

“In his eyes, he was protecting her.”

Mace sighed. “She does not need him for that.”

Anakin stood there for a long time, drowning in their criticisms. His chest felt heavy, and he couldn’t hear himself think. He couldn’t hear you. All that he could do was worry for you. He knew the human mind could not erase trauma. It would remain with them for good. Tears streamed down his face at the thought of your pain which you did not deserve.

“I don’t need to listen to any of you! You have no authority over me!” Anakin announced without shame. Seraphim were of the highest order.

“I was not the one who called this meeting,” Mace said sympathetically. He looked above.

There was only one who held authority over him.

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