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jessamine-rose · 2 months

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*cries* I thought I was done with Church AU after Priest! Dottore yet here I am with more unholy ideas. Welp, Guardian Angel! Capitano x Nonbeliever! Darling, here we go (；ω；)

Tw:: yandere, psychological trauma, blood, violence, death, religious abuse, MDNI

Note:: fictional depictions of religion

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♡ From the moment of their creation, angels are classified into the Nine Orders. This hierarchy determines their role in Heaven and Earth, with higher ranks assigned greater levels of power and authority. A special exception is The Strongest Angel, an individual who is neither a seraph nor an angel from the First Sphere. Rather, the moniker belongs to Il Capitano, the leader of the Powers.

♡ The legitimacy of his title has never been questioned. As a warrior angel, Capitano’s purpose is to vanquish evil. He is the chivalrous knight in bloodstained armor, the nigh-invincible being who strikes fear into the hearts of demons, the ever-righteous angel bound by a paradoxical duty to partake in violence for the sake of everlasting peace.

♡ It is in a small town in Mondstadt, following his victory over a legion of demons, that Capitano encounters you. It is the hour of mass yet you are nowhere near the Church; rather, you have taken sanctuary in a secluded meadow. A book sits on your lap, not a religious text but a tale of dark fantasy. There is a saintlike quality to your countenance, an air of melancholy as delicate as the flowers which surround you.

✿ ⚘

The moment Capitano appears before you, all peace leaves the meadow.

No, this isn’t right. It is normal for humans to feel fear in the divine presence of angels, yet he is donning his human guise. Nonetheless, as soon as his shadow touches your form, you look up and suppress a shriek, your face losing its veil of apathy.

So what exactly did he do wrong?

For your benefit, he remains rooted to his spot. Clarity comes in the form of your gaze flitting to your book, its title printed on the cover in conspicuous letters, the whispers which leave trembling lips.

“I…I can explain! This book—it’s just fiction! There are no real curses or spells inscribed in the text; it doesn’t promote any form of blasphemy!”

Ah, now he understands. You weren’t afraid of him.

Carefully, Capitano takes a step forward and raises his hand in a calming gesture. A gentle expression adorns his false face.

“Be not afraid.”

✿ ⚘

♡ It doesn’t take long for him to understand your wariness. A glimpse into your soul, paired with your quiet explanation, tells the story of an orphan raised by the Church. Only, your Church is one of many founded on distorted beliefs, of violence preached in the name of a cruel god. As a result, your upbringing was marked by strict rules, corporal punishments, and sermons which painted the image of a hopeless child with a weakness for temptation.

♡ Knowing this, Capitano can’t fault you for forsaking God and your Church. Still in his human guise, he promises his silence and leaves the meadow. But once he returns to Heaven, his first course of action is to apply for a position as your guardian angel. It is an easy process—while that role is typically reserved for the lower ranks, there is no shortage of humans in need of spiritual guidance and protection. He only questions why an angel wasn’t assigned to you when you were in greatest need of one.

♡ Henceforth, Capitano becomes a recurring character in your life. Every week, he visits you in the meadow. When you ask for his identity, he claims to be a progressive believer from another town. But rather than enlighten you with the true Word of God, he simply keeps you company and indulges your “vices,” leading to hours spent reading together. Beyond those meetings, he also watches over you to ward off any demons or humans seeking to harm you.

♡ From your end, you slowly warm up to your mysterious companion. He is a man of few words, but his actions always convey a sense of kindness. And despite his faith, he genuinely respects your beliefs and accepts you as you are. At one point, he even gives you a special gift, a quill pen of exceptional quality. The feather, pure white with a soft radiance, must have been sourced from a rare bird of prey.

♡ Over time, however, something changes. Capitano can’t deny that the faults lies with him. His visits, his constant thoughts of you, the ever-blurring line between want and duty…nothing of his behavior can be attributed to an angel’s inherent love for humanity. If that were the case, his love wouldn’t beget heartache. His love wouldn’t beget the temptation to harm others, rooted not in the name of justice but for your own safety. His love wouldn’t beget lust, guilt, dishonor, desires so sinfully evocative of his own infallibility.

♡ The truth is, you were never in need of spiritual salvation. From the moment he first laid eyes on you, what Capitano saw was a pure soul—a good person unlikely to commit evil nor fall into true temptation. Moreover, he knows that your sin of disbelief is forgivable unlike your Church’s sins of violence. That so long as you remain as you are, your soul will not be denied paradise, albeit in a realm of Heaven beyond Capitano’s jurisdiction. So why is he incapable of leaving your side?

✿ ⚘

“I had a long, long dream. I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created.”

As you read the final line, your gaze leaves the book and returns to Capitano.

“What did you think of the story?”

Your shoulder brushes against his own, a tempting sensation. It is all he can do to remain still, to think against seeking out more of your touch, to remind himself that your close proximity is a mere necessity for your current activity.

The left side of the book, bearing the story’s ending, rests in your left hand. The other side is held in Capitano’s right hand, a blank page devoid of hope for a happy ending. When he turns the page, you seamlessly catch it under your thumb to show the next page.

Who knew of the casual intimacies imbued in the act of reading together?

“It was a well-written novel,” he says simply. “Though her sins tarnished her honor, Rosalyne’s sacrifice was an act of love. Her loss did not hinder her faithfulness to Rostam.”

“I feel the same way,” you muse. “Now I understand why this book was banned centuries ago. Forbidden love between angels and humans…it certainly goes against what the Church taught us about angels. I have to give the author credit for their imagination.”

It’s just the two of you again, this time in the library. At the start of winter, you invited Capitano to your workplace. There, in your greatest show of trust, you brought him to a secret room dedicated to texts banned by the Church for promoting “blasphemy.” Fantasy, erotica, anti-Church publications, first editions of censored books, stories which merely deviated from the Church’s popular depictions of spiritual beings.

Molten Moment belongs to the last category. Little do you know that it was based on a true story, that the author had really formed a pact with a demon called La Signora. Capitano himself is mentioned in the story under his true name.

He was one of the few angels who noticed the changes in Rosalyne’s behavior. She was once an ophanim, an angel with no connection to Earth nor humanity. Yet by some twist of fate, she laid eyes on a brave knight from Mondstadt and began to meet him in her human guise.

He was the first to hear of Rosalyne’s sin, that being she saved Rostam’s life during a battle. It was a direct violation of God’s orders: Angels and demons may influence humans, but they are forbidden from directly altering a human’s lifespan.

He was a silent witness to Rosalyne’s descent. She fell from Heaven, burned by her own flames, yet she had never appeared more ecstatic. In the following years, she married Rostam and lived a happy life with him on Earth.

He was the last to recognize Rostam’s soul at the pearly gates, forever separated from his fallen lover. Such had been Rosalyne’s divine punishment, worsened by her knowledge of this possibility. But what else was she to do? To let Rostam know of her true nature? To drag his soul down to Hell, where he’d be subjected to an eternity of undeserved suffering?

Capitano is no fool. As he read Molten Moment, he began to understand Rosalyne’s sin in a new light. Half the time, he couldn’t even concentrate on the text, his human eyes repeatedly drifting to your intense reading expression.

He closes the book, leaving it in your sole grasp. But before he can stand up from the sofa, you scoot closer and lean your weight on him. The book is placed on a nearby table, forgotten.

“Do you mind?” you whisper. Your right hand, empty since the prologue, traces his left hand.

A moment of silence precedes his response. “You may.”

Wordlessly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. A gesture of intimacy, an unspoken confession. Yet as he savors your touch, Capitano wonders if you would harbor the same level of comfort around his true form.

He doubts it. As a Power, he bears an inhuman appearance on par with that of his superiors. It is his true image which has earned him the title of monster by witnessing humans.

Still, he allows himself to indulge in the blessing that is your oblivion. When you look into his two human eyes, there is a soft light in your gaze wholly free of fear.

“Spring is coming soon,” you mutter. “I can’t wait to see the flowers again. Come to think of it, there’s a variety of narcissus which grows only in late spring. It’s very pretty.”

Against his better judgment, Capitano strengthens his grip on your hand. “Shall I take it as an invitation to resume our meetings in the meadow?”

“Sure.” That is when you look up, a small smile adorning your face. “And if you can’t visit for whatever reason, I’ll pick a bouquet and preserve it for you.”

For once, Capitano is rendered speechless.

Rarely do you ever smile. Even to him, you retain your listless disposition—whether it is out of habit or lingering distance, he has yet to discern your reasons. But that is what makes it all the more special, those few instances when he is beholden to your expressions.

He wonders if this is what humans feel in the divine presence of angels, when they are borne witness to all things holy and beautiful.

Your smile is a phenomenon reserved only for the worthiest of souls. And in your grace, he has never felt more undeserving.

✿ ⚘

♡ At the end of winter, a religious war is authorized by the Church of Mondstadt. Shortly after the news reaches your town, Capitano informs you that he will be busy with “work.” He says it during another reading date, featuring Heart of Clear Springs. Before leaving, he kisses your hand and gives you a kind smile. There is a sad look in his eyes, but you don’t inquire further.

♡ In late spring, your town is attacked. With the entire area under fire, from your home to the meadow, you find yourself running back to the sacred building which you’d avoided for years. After all, though the enemy soldiers belong to a different denomination, they still worship the same god as you. In the present, the church is the only place on Earth where you can claim asylum and pray for your survival.

♡ Except every entrance is locked, including the doors to the orphanage. As the army reaches the town square, all you can do is bang on the front doors and beg to be let in. From inside, you can hear the voices of the people that luckily attended mass before the invasion. Some tell you to hide elsewhere, others beg you for forgiveness, a few sound like the nuns and caretakers who tormented you in the past.

♡ Before you can think of another sanctuary, a soldier strikes you. Pain…it has never felt more intense. Through your fading consciousness, you register your body falling and your head hitting the concrete. Blood pools from your forehead and trickles down the steps of the church, tainting it red.

♡ Life flashes before your eyes in a blurry sequence. The static images of God, sermons and bruises, unanswered prayers, people who never believed you or simply didn’t care. A birthday celebrated with your departure from the Church. Sanctuary found in the library followed by the meadow. Yet the numbness remained, each day bleeding into the next in a gloomy haze. In all those years, did you ever feel God’s love?

♡ It doesn’t matter at this point. A small part of you wonders if you should have retained your faith, continued your prayers, sought out salvation in the safety of your solitude. At least then, at the hour of your death, you wouldn’t be confronted with the fact of your humanity. The primal fear of death, the spiritual fear of ending up in Hell no matter Capitano’s reassurances.

♡ Capitano…where is he? Weakly, you call out to him but he doesn’t appear. Of course, why would he? You should feel thankful; it means he is probably safe, wherever he is. Still, you can’t help but wish he were here—if not to save you, as he has done by simply keeping you company, but to comfort you one last time. And those are the thoughts which plague you in your final moments, an unheard prayer on the tip of your tongue.

“I pray that we meet again, myself and the first person who truly loved me.”

♡ ______ died on a cloudy day, one of many people persecuted in the name of God. After the Church was destroyed and its followers slaughtered, their body was buried in a mass grave that once flourished with nature. There was a poignant quality to their countenance, an air of distress as transient as the flowers planted above them.

♡ At least, that is how your story ends from the perspectives of the survivors. But to the angels and demons who witnessed the destruction of your town, your death was only the end of a chapter in your life. In their eyes, Capitano had been present all throughout, an invisible witness to your death, absolute in his refusal to perform an unauthorized miracle.

♡ He remained by your side until the light faded from your eyes. That was when he took notice of the bouquet of narcissus clutched in your hand, tainted with blood despite your feeble efforts to save his gift. A soldier approached your corpse, intending to drag it down the steps for burial; but before they could touch you, Capitano appeared before them.

♡ It was only for a brief second, but the soldier drew back and cowered in fear. In the following days, they were haunted by the memory of the angelic figure who appeared outside the Church of Mondstadt. Or more precisely, the monster who prayed over a bloodstained corpse and took a bouquet of ruined flowers out of their grasp.

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From the moment you wake up, all peace leaves the meadow.

What happened? Your memory comes back in hazy fragments—death, darkness, blinding light, pearly gates, ethereal figures. Most vivid is the sensation of strong arms and soft feathers, a familiar warmth which accompanied you throughout your journey.

As for your current surroundings, you are in a meadow so beautiful that it brings to mind the Garden of Eden. Flowers of every variety bloom across the scenery, some out of season. The sky is bright, sunless, a canvas of multiple colors. There are no other signs of life.

Internally, too, something feels off. A nearby pond provides a glimpse of your reflection—white garments, gold scars in place of your fatal injuries, your disoriented countenance. If this place is what you think it is…shouldn’t you feel at peace, happy even? And why are you alone?

Your gaze lands on a patch of flowers. Pure white, perianth petals, cup-shaped coronas…the same type of narcissus which grew in your favorite meadow. The flowers point in different directions, as though searching for a sun that does not exist.

“You are awake.”

A shadow touches your form, engulfing you in darkness. It bears a large, unrecognizable shape but such details escape you as you recognize the voice behind you.

“Capitano!” Immediately, you turn around, only to gasp and suppress a scream.

The person before you…can you even call him human? He is incredibly tall, to the point that you must crane your neck to see his face—assuming there is one beneath his iron mask. His body is clad in silver armor, stained blood in some places. A halo, shaped like a crown of thorns, shines behind his head.

But what shocks you are his wings. A single pair covered in radiant white feathers and eerily dark blue eyes. Each eye seems to glow with an uncanny aura.

Dark blue eyes with a striking resemblance to Capitano’s. What more for his long black hair and his solemn manner of speaking?

It doesn’t make your revelation any less unsettling.

“Capitano.” Your voice comes out in a nervous whisper. “Is it really you? You’re a…”

“An angel,” he confesses. He takes a step back, widening the distance between your bodies. “I ask that you pardon my appearance. Such was my sacrifice—for my true form, in all of its monstrosity, to be my sole image.”

His human face comes to mind, along with the kind gaze you fell in love with.

You feel the weight of multiple gazes on you. “What do you mean?”

“Is this realm to your satisfaction?” he asks. “I beseeched God to create a special paradise for you, cut off from the rest of Heaven. The price is that your capacity to feel negative emotions remains in this realm…though that is preferable.”

Preferable? How so? Right now, you can barely process what he is telling you. You are dead. Your companion is an angel. Your soul is in paradise, but not exactly.

After everything you’ve been through, you were still deemed worthy of a place in Heaven.

“I am sorry.”

Capitano’s voice brings you back to reality. He has never sounded more serious, emotional, repentant. And when you look up…

Is he crying?

Most of his eyes remain open, focusing on you with a fervent stare. But others are downcast, as if unable to face you. And a few appear glossy, blinking back iridescent tears.

“I am truly sorry.” He bows his head in shame, wings folded. “What I did to you was cruel, an absolute injustice.”

You don’t know which eyes to make contact with. “You—”

“It must have been painful,” he continues. “Even if I were to justify my actions, the truth lies in the fact that I tolerated your suffering for my own selfish desires. And that is why I ask not for your forgiveness, knowing I am the one at fault.”

Silence. In light of Capitano’s confession, all you can do is stare at him and comprehend the weight of your situation. What exactly are you supposed to feel, knowing his betrayal? Knowing that regardless of your feelings, you have nowhere else to go in the afterlife?

Yet despite it all, your prayer came true. The two of you were able to meet again.

And that is what compels you to take a step forward, to come closer until you are standing in front of him. “Hey, it’s…don’t cry.”

A delicate sensation blesses his wings—your hands carefully tracing his feathers to wipe away his tears. Several eyes widen in surprise, but all he can see in your gaze is sympathy.

“I’ll admit, it was painful,” you tell him. “Dying alone. But maybe it’s…better this way. If I survived, I’d have to deal with the loss of my home. And who knows what kind of living hell the other Church would’ve put me through?”

Above all, Capitano is the only person whose love you can believe in.

Hesitantly, you take his hand and intertwine your fingers. The next words to leave your lips are spoken with certainty, bringing fresh tears to his eyes.

“I’m sure it was an act of love on your part.”

His reaction is sudden, incurring your surprise. But all you can do is surrender to Capitano’s embrace, allow his free arm to hold your waist and pull you closer to him. His wings wrap around you, caging you in soft feathers and eerie blue orbs.

“Capitano?” You can only look up at him, peering into the contents of his mask.

…It’s like staring into an abyss, a night sky dotted with twinkling blue stars. But in the absence of a human likeness, his words express what a face cannot.

“Never again,” he vows, “shall I allow harm to befall you. That is a promise.”

The hand on your waist moves upwards to caress your face. His touch is light, more hesitant than his previous gestures.

“You need not serve God nor partake in fruitful labor like the other souls in Heaven. All I ask is that you rest, indulge yourself, enjoy this paradise to the fullest.”

A flower is pinned to his armor, right above his heart. You recognize it instantly—a narcissus in full bloom, stained with your blood.

“If you desire a flower, it shall grow at once. If there are any books you would like to read, they shall be brought to you shortly.”

What was the name of that variety again? Narcissus triandrus. Angel’s tears.

“If you are in need of my presence, I shall appear before you, so long as I am not in the midst of battle. And should you ever desire the opposite, I can promise my distance.”

When Capitano looks into your eyes, all he can see is his own reflection. Whatever emotion colors your gaze, it casts his true image in a compassionate light.

“I shall do everything in my power to bring you joy for all of eternity. Such will be my penance.”

“...All right.” With that, you close your eyes and lean into his touch. He feels warm, comfortingly familiar. “I’ll trust you on that.”

Rest in peace, ______.

Think not of your mortal body in the beginning stages of decay.

Think not of your tormentors who are paying for their sins in Hell.

Think only of eternity with your beloved savior.

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loveliestlovelygirl · 3 months

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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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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

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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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Destiel Trope Collection 2024 | Day 10: Wing Fic

After the Storm (The Meaning of Flying) | @cassiecasyl Rating: General Word Count: 1,132 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Canon Related, Angel Wings, Flying, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Fluff, Feelings, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, can be seen platonic, actually this is platonic, but definitely leading up to something, Dean Winchester Has Abandonment Issues, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Home Summary: The storm has ended and finally allows Castiel to fly again. The only shadow over his happiness is Dean fearing he might not come back.

After the Flight (The Meaning of Home) | @cassiecasyl Rating: General Word Count: 1,438 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Canon Related, Feels, Storm, Angel Wings, Angel Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester Has Abandonment Issues, Home, Castiel Loves Dean Winchester, Dean Winchester Loves Castiel, Poetic, Massage, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Dean Winchester is Castiel's Home, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Promises, Castiel Won't Leave Summary: Castiel's shoulders are tense after his first flight and Dean helps him out with a massage. Confessions and promises are made.

Hold Me in Your Wings | @tami-ryver Rating: General Word Count: 1,670 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cursed Dean Winchester, Winged Dean Winchester, Angel Wings, Wings, Sentient wings, Human Castiel (Supernatural), Human Castiel in the Men of Letters Bunker (Supernatural), Alternate Angel Lore (Supernatural), HugsFluff Summary: Dean can see Sam stretch his hand forward as if he wants to touch. As he is about to allow it, his wings stiffen and pull away from Sam' hand. Dean looks at them, then at Sam. ,,I didn't do that."

Flower in Bloom | @tami-ryver Rating: General Word Count: 1,679 Main Tags/Warnings: Wingfic, Winged Castiel (Supernatural), Seraph Castiel (Supernatural), Angel Wings, Wing Grooming, Molting Castiel (Supernatural), Wing Hugs, Pining Castiel (Supernatural), Pining Dean Winchester, Castiel/Dean Winchester Mutual Pining, Mutual Pining, Dean Winchester Takes Care of Castiel, Dean Winchester Can See Castiel's Wings, Dean Winchester Has Self-Worth Issues, Fluff, SO MUCH FLUFF, Light Angst, First Kiss, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Kiss Summary: Dean gasps, as now he can see them more closely. They are not only black, but they seem to shift colors from deep blue to black and dark purple. They open even more, and Dean stills when one of them comes closer to him, almost touching him. Dean inhales sharply when the soft feeling of feathers registers in his mind. They are so soft, but also so strong.

Like Flying | @Cmccle01 Rating: General Word Count: 2,355 Main Tags/Warnings: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Amara, Gabriel, Balthazar, Jack. (No warnings. It is a pretty clean story) Summary: Dean and Cas get what they deserve. and Jack smiles

Be Not Afraid | @envydean Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,075 Main Tags/Warnings: angel!cas, human!dean,Alternate Universe, angels as different species, Xenophilia, bottom!Dean, Top!Cas, Wings, Outdoor Sex, Anal Sex, Fluff and Smut, previous childhood meeting, Artist!Dean, dean is obsessive about angels Summary: Dean saw his first angel when he was ten years old. Ever since then, he's been on a self-serving mission to see one again. Sixteen years later, by luck — and lust — he finds the same angel again during mating season.

dressing down | @hornystiel Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,971 Main Tags/Warnings: Sharing Clothes, Possessive Behavior, Wing Kink, Wing Oil, Dick Jokes, D/s elements, Scents & Smells Summary: “Pick something and it’s yours.” Cas hesitantly touches each item, reverently rubbing the material between his long fingers. He trails the patterns, the band names, the sparkles. Dean follows his hands like they’ll show him all the secrets of the world.

The Hounds Of Love Are Hunting | @melancholictearz Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 4,275 Main Tags/Warnings: AU - Ancient Greece, Fallen Deity!Castiel, Artemis Worshipper Priest!Dean, Prophecy, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Injured Cas, Dean Takes Care of Cas Summary: IS A STRANGER WORTH THE WRATH OF OLYMPUS? It is said that an experienced hunter shall meet the path of a fallen god. The mortal’s faith in the Goddess he worships must decide whether he kills his prey or shows mercy, and the Fates shall write the future accordingly; the divine entity will either die to the wounds of his fall or will perish as mortal. Dean worshipped the Goddess of Hunt, Artemis, for as long as he could remember. But when the prey that the Fates have chosen for him crashes into the field of the Artemis temple under his care, he doesn’t draw the feathery arrows from his quiver.

Falling Never Felt So Good | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 15,066 Main Tags/Warnings: Season 5, canon divergence, wing kink, winged Castiel, touch starving, shower sex Summary: Castiel is alive! After saving Dean and Sam from Zachary, Castiel reveals he's now a fallen angel and he should serve Dean as his loyal servant. But thinking about having an angel watching over you because he fell for you isn't worse than the consequences… Lucifer is out there trying to break mundane seals to get stronger, and the only way to stop him is through fallen angel and human bonds. If only strengthening Dean's bond with Castiel didn't include touching and kissing, things would be easier...

Say Yes | @verobatto Rating: Explicit Word Count: 21,843 Main Tags/Warnings: Winged!Castiel, BAMF!Castiel, mutual pining, fluff, miscommunication, angst, wing kink, angelic grace kink, touch starving Summary: After evading the apocalypse, Heaven faces a new crisis. Without archangels and with an absent God, the angels will appeal to their last hope: to achieve a perfect bond between two of their own and thus generate the necessary energy to save Heaven. But when the first attempts fail, and everyone begins to lose hope, it's then that Castiel admits that he may have "accidentally" started a bonding ritual with Dean Winchester by bringing him out of Hell, and now the restoration of Heaven depends on a brave hunter agreeing to complete the bond with Castiel, a ritual full of enigmas and sensuality that will confront the angel and the human with their most hidden feelings.

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crilbyte · 12 days

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🖤🩶Fallen🩶🖤

~Lucifer x Angel!Reader🪽

Part 1 𖦹 Part 2 𖦹 Part 3 𖦹 Part 4 𖦹 Part 4.5 𖦹 Part 5

Summary: you're an angel who has been tasked as the intermediary between heaven and Lucifer and... Neither of you are what the other expected.

Warnings/promises for series: 18+, smut, first time, teasing, jealousy, no use of y\n, fingering, masturbation, oral (m & f receiving), weird tail stuff, use of the "C" word (both derogatory and not).

Warnings/promises for part 1: 16+, teasing, weird tail stuff, pining, dress up

A special WARNING. Please read.

Part 4 has serious subjects including noncon, NTR, breathplay, choking, deepthroating, and hints at death. If this is something that bothers you then please feel free to skip either it or this whole fic. No hard feelings. I will provide a summary of important bits at the beginning of pt 5 for anyone who wants to skip 4. Very "Dead Dove Do Not Eat"

Lucifer’s heart skips a beat as he looks at the time. He has to go, right now. He sneaks out from his palace, quickly making his way to the nearby lake. As he approaches he sees you sitting there under the weeping willow in your full angelic glory, gazing out at the water with your hands folded gracefully in your lap.

Lucifer spots you from a distance, his breath hitching as he lays eyes on the angelic beauty ahead of him. He walks towards you, taking in every inch of your ethereal presence. "My dear Seraph," he says with an exaggerated bow.

"Lucifer!" You say excitedly, pulling him down and into a hug. This isn't your first meeting. You and the king of Hell have been seeing each other for months now. At first you were both pretty awkward, but now you’ve become quite close.

Lucifer's heart skips a beat as he feels your arms around him, his own hesitating for a split second before wrapping around you in return. He savors the moment, the warmth and comfort that comes from your embrace. "My sweet angel," he murmurs softly, sinking into you.

"I missed you!" You say with complete sincerity. "How have you been since our last meeting?"

Lucifer can't help but let a warm smile spread across his face, "I have been well, my dear. I must admit, I found myself thinking of this place and our previous conversations during my absence." He looks deep into your eyes, "And most of all, I missed you too."

You smile happily and he swears he sees your cheeks turn slightly pink, though he tries to convince himself it's just the red ambiance of the Pride Ring.

You remember your first time meeting the King of Hell. You were a seraphim in Heaven and were supposed to pay a visit to Lucifer, The Fallen One. He was waiting in his palace, looking out a window with a view of the Heavenly Gate. With a glittering flap of your wings, you touched down on his balcony, feet gracefully coming to meet the stone while your gown fluttered around you with angelic glory.

As Lucifer turned to see you standing there you could swear his eyes widened. Clearly he’d been expecting someone else. After taking a moment to compose himself, he walked over to you and extended his hand, offering a warm smile. "Well, well, isn't this a pleasant surprise?”

You smiled shyly, holding your hand out as well. "The pleasure is all mine, truly."

Lucifer chuckled softly, taking your hand in his and gently pulling you closer. His touch was warm and electric, sending shivers down your spine. "And they say I'm not a charmer," he said with a teasing wink.

You blushed, blinking and looking down at the bowing man, nervous but with a look of slight fear in your eyes.

Lucifer's expression softened, his eyes taking on a more serious tone. "Be not afraid," he said gently, with a humorous smile. "I mean you no harm." He paused for a moment, letting the silence hang between you.

"It's not that,” you try to explain. “It's just… you aren't what I expected..."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, "And what did you expect?" he asked, his voice calm and almost amused. "A monster? A demonic creature bent on tormenting the souls of the damned?"

You blushed again, looking away ashamedly. "We're told stories about you." You said, not wanting to admit that he was entirely correct.

Lucifer chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Ah, yes. The stories Heaven tells about me." He sighed, leaning back against the door frame. "They're not entirely untrue," he admitted with a wry smile. "But then again, they never are."

You played with the fabric of your skirt. "But they seem so… wrong."

Lucifer arched an eyebrow, intrigued by your reaction. "And how so?" he asked curiously. "Are you telling me that you believed the tales of my wickedness and cruelty? Or perhaps did you think I was some kind of wronged saint?"

"They tell us that you're a corruptor. That you wish to turn all angels from God's side. That you're vengeful and angry and full of hate..." You said, avoiding eye contact. But now, standing here in the presence of the man himself you felt silly for believing such ridiculous stories.

"Ah, yes," Lucifer nodded knowingly. "The classic tale of the fallen angel turned devil. A story almost as old as time itself." He paused for a moment before continuing, his voice growing more serious. "But let me ask you this, child: who told you these stories?

You downcast your gaze. "The other seraphim... the elders... but..." You gripped your skirt tightly, wrinkling the fabric.

His gaze piercing, Lucifer leaned toward you, his voice soft and melodic. "But what, child? Don't be afraid to speak your mind."

"But you don't seem like that at all..." You said with a sad look on your face.

Lucifer paused for a moment, his eyes studying you intently. "And what do you see when you look at me, child?" he asked gently, leaning forward and placing a hand on your arm.

You looked at him, your eyes staring deeply into his. It was only then that he noticed their piercing, ice blue color. "I... I see loneliness..." You answered softly.

Lucifer's heart skipped a beat at your words. He hadn't expected that kind of insight from someone so young and innocent-seeming. The hand he had on your arm tightened ever so slightly before he pulled away, straightening his own posture once more.

You straightened as well, eyes widening, startled. "I'm sorry!" You reach toward the gap between you, but not actually trying to touch him. "I didn't mean to upset you..."

Lucifer chuckled lightly, shaking his head. "Please, don't apologize." He stepped closer to you, his voice low and warm. "It's been a long time since someone saw through me like that, that’s all. You have a pure soul."

A light blush crossed your cheeks. You stared for a moment, surprised, before smiling shyly and looking at the ground.

Lucifer watched you blush, his heart skipping a beat again. There was something about you that couldn’t help but fascinate him. "You know," he said softly, reaching out to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, "you remind me of someone from my past."

You looked up at him, wonderment in your wide eyes. "Who..?" You asked.

"A human," Lucifer said dreamily, his voice taking on a far-off tone as he remembered. "Her name was Lilith... She had the same innocence and purity that you possess." He looked back at you, his eyes filled with longing and sadness.

"L-Lilith?" You stuttered suddenly. "The first woman? Mother of demons? Queen of Hell? I... I've never heard her described as pure or innocent..."

"She wasn't always a demon," Lucifer said firmly. "She was once a human. And she was pure... until the darkness consumed her." He sighed heavily, looking down at his hands. "I miss her..."

"I heard that she's gone missing. She was your wife. That must be so hard…" you said softly.

Lucifer looked up at you, his eyes flashing with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat. "You truly are like her," he murmured, reaching out to gently brush his thumb across your cheekbone. "Compassion comes to you so easily."

"If she was so compassionate she wouldn't have abandoned you... abandoned your daughter, her people…!" You spat with an angry tone before realizing what you'd just said. You gasped, hands covering your mouth. "I'm so sorry! I-I shouldn't have said that!"

Lucifer's expression softened and he withdrew his hand slowly, placing it back down at his side. The intensity in his eyes faded, replaced with a gentle understanding. "No need to apologize, my dear," he replied calmly. "You speak the truth, however much it pains me to hear.”

"I'm just…” you searched your feelings. “I'm angry for you... is that... bad...?" You asked.

Lucifer's smile returned, gentle and reassuring. "No, my dear, it's not. In fact, it's quite the opposite. Knowing that you care about my wellbeing, even though you don't fully understand my past; understand me, it means a lot."

"If the other seraphim learned of this..." You said with fearful eyes, "that I held these feelings..."

Lucifer reached out to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear once more, his thumb grazing the back of your neck in a soothing manner. "There's no need to worry about that, my dear. The other Seraphim don’t need to know the details of our little conversation."

You looked up at him with astonishment. "I've never kept a secret from them before..."

Lucifer's smirk turned wry at your words. "Then I should be honored to be your first, wouldn't you agree?” He chuckled softly. "Just consider this our little secret, alright? And remember, I'm always here if you need to talk."

"I... I guess so..." You gave a small smile.

"Good," Lucifer smiled in return, his voice soft and gentle.

Ever since, the two of you had become relatively inseparable.

Lucifer's gaze lingers on your cheeks, a small smile playing on his lips as he leans in closer to you. "You are the most charming creature in all of Hell and Heaven," he says, his voice low and sultry.

"Stop!" You say, playfully smacking at his chest. Now you really are blushing.

Lucifer can't help but stare. You absolutely radiate angelic glory. He grabs your hand gently, placing a tender kiss on the back of it. "You are too adorable," he says, squeezing your hand before letting go. "And that is likely going to be a problem."

"A problem?" You ask.

Lucifer takes a step back, running his fingers through his hair. "Yes," he says, with a nervous smile. "Unfortunately you can be mistaken for nothing but an angel. If you're going to keep coming down here we're going to have to get you a disguise..."

You perk at the suggestion. "A disguise!?" You say excitedly. "Like a sinner disguise?"

Lucifer chuckles at your enthusiasm. "Something like that," he says, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I think I know just the thing..." He gestures and a golden portal opens revealing a dark hallway, full of different costumes and disguises.

With wide eyes you take his outstretched arm and step through, looking around at all the clothing. "Lucifer, this is..."

Lucifer watches you, a smirk on his face. "To die for?" he says, completing your sentence. "I know.” He begins looking around at the different costumes. "We could turn you into a demonic groupie, or a hellish businesswoman. The possibilities are endless.”

"And I can pick anything?" You ask

"Of course," Lucifer responds, giving you a sly grin. "Within reason, of course," he adds, glancing around to make sure no one else is around.

With an excited squeal you run into the hall, your eyes darting around wildly. Lucifer watched you grab an outfit and place it atop the rack only to begin pulling at the ties on your angelic robes, beginning to undress right there in front of him. The shock alone almost gives him a heart attack.

Lucifer feels his heart leap into his throat as he watches the puddle of your clothing grow at your feet. "WAIT!" he cries out spinning around to avoid accidentally seeing anything, his face tomato red. "What are you doing!?"

"Trying on one of the outfits?" You answer innocently.

"Y-yes, but in private!" Lucifer sputters, trying to regain his composure. He turns around slowly, keeping his eyes trained high above your head as he tries to push the more scandalous thoughts away. "You'll have to excuse me for being startled."

You blush but continue to change once he's turned around. "I'm sorry, I guess I've never really had to think about that before," you say shyly. "I'm only ever around the other seraphim and they're all girls."

Lucifer's brain comes to a screeching halt at your words, his face immediately softening at the thought of a young angel like yourself being so innocent. He clears his throat and smiles gently. "Well, things are definitely a little different here," he says with an embarrassed laugh.

"I'm finished! what do you think?" You say excitedly. Lucifer turns around and immediately turns bright red. The outfit you've chosen leaves very little to the imagination. You've chosen a tight pink backless dress with a plunging neckline and a slit that reaches your upper thigh.

Lucifer's eyes widen and his jaw drops open just a little. He swallows hard, trying to regain his composure, but failing utterly. "Y-you look...wow," he stammers out, taken aback at the sight before him. The air in the room turns electric as Lucifer forces his gaze from your barely-covered form to your eyes, a slight tremor in his hand as he reaches to adjust his coat. "A rather bold choice." He manages to say, unable to tear his eyes from your exposed skin despite his shock.

"Will this be a good disguise to wear in Hell?" You ask with a big smile.

The air around Lucifer turns frosty as he imagines other inhabitants of Hell seeing you in such a state. The idea of anyone else seeing you dressed like this makes ice run through his veins. "No, absolutely not," he says firmly, his eyes darkening slightly as he tries to shake off the disturbing image. "No, no, noooo."

You get a disappointed look on your face. "Is this one no good?" You ask, not understanding.

"It's not that," Lucifer says quickly, reaching out to lift your chin with his fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. "You look stunning, simply breathtaking. But in Hell, such an outfit would attract far too much attention."

"Oh..." You say with a furrowed brow. "But I've seen others with clothes similar to these?" You say, confused.

Lucifer lets out a chuckle at your observation, his fingers still gently holding your chin. "Yes, you're right. You likely have seen others dressed like that in Hell. But trust me, you do not want the kind of attention that they attract."

You nod, beginning to understand. "Okay. Should I try something else then?"

Lucifer's lips curl into a small, approving smile at your compliance. He releases your chin and nods. "Yes, that would be best. Perhaps something that still shows off your... assets," he says with a smirk, "but with a little more discretion."

You nod, taking the suggestion and turning back to the rack and tapping your lower lip in thought, as Lucifer turns to give you privacy once more. As he does, Lucifer can't help but steal one last glance, admiring your form. He turns to give you privacy, but his mind lingers on the image of you in that ravishing dress.

He can hear you shuffling as you change only to call out to him when you're finished. "Okay, what about this one?" You ask. He turns only to find that this outfit is worse than the last. While, yes, it is less revealing, it consists entirely of tight black latex, the material clinging tightly to every curve and dip in your body.

Lucifer's eyes widen to saucers at the sight of you, taking in the outfit. The tight latex hugging your curves, highlighting every inch of you. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts, before finally choking out, "T-that... you..." once again, the image of you walking around Hell dressed like this gives him terrified heart palpitations. "No... I-I don't think this is a great choice either..."

You look saddened, your lower lip even poking out in a cute way. "What's wrong with this one?" You ask, looking down at yourself. "Isn’t everything covered?"

Lucifer stares at you, a look of sheer terror still in his eyes, "Well... yes, everything is covered, but..." he takes a moment to compose himself before speaking again, hoping his heart stays in his chest, "It might be a little too tight…”

"Too tight...?" You repeat back quietly, still unsure what he's getting at. You could breathe just fine after all.

He takes a deep breath as he finally blurts it out, "It might be a little distracting for me… and everyone else in Hell." He says, trying to be diplomatic. But as he looks you up and down, a slight blush tinges his cheeks, it's mostly him he's worried about.

"Distracting?" You look at yourself in the floor length mirror beside you, twisting and looking at your back as well. The poses, while innocent enough, only accentuate your perfect body and drive Lucifer absolutely mad.

"Yes, distracting." He admits, trying to hold your gaze, "You see, your... appearance is quite... alluring. It's just..." He runs his fingers through his hair, his eyes glancing at the outfit again, "...aaahhh.... how to explain this...?"

"But there's hardly any of my body showing?" You say curiously. "This one goes from my neck to my ankles?”

His eyes quickly scan over your figure, from head to toe, as he takes in every curve of your new outfit. "Ah... yes. Technically so. But..." He pauses, trying to find the right words to express himself before finally shrugging, "You still look... very tempting."

"And that's a bad thing?" You say innocently.

"No." He shakes his head, "It's not bad... It's just..." He again searches for the right words as he watches your reflection in the mirror, "Complicated. For me anyway."

His words finally seem to get through to you, your eyes brightening as you stand a little straighter. "Oh! ok. I understand." You smile, putting your hands together in front of you with a quiet clap. "I don't want this to complicate things for you. The whole point is to blend in better, isn't that right?"

He smiles, relieved at your understanding and pleased that he managed to convey his feelings to you, "Yes, that's exactly right." He nods, pleased that the both of you are on the same page with this matter, "We want to draw as little attention as possible."

"Maybe you could help me pick something then?" You ask, blushing slightly. "I'm afraid my choices didn't seem to be what we need here."

"Of course," he offers, turning his attention towards the clothing racks. His eyes scan over the various garments, stopping on a black dress that catches his eye. "How about this?"

Your eyes sparkle with interest. "Oooh! yes!" You say excitedly, taking the dress from him and turning back to the mirror to change.

Lucifer turns around once more to give you privacy. He's only turned but a few seconds when he hears your tiny voice.

"Um... Lucifer...?" You ask, sounding embarrassed.

"Hmm?" He asks, not looking back over at you but instead tilting his head slightly as he notices your tone, "Is something wrong? Do you need help?"

"I... I can't get this off..." You say quietly. "Can you help...?"

Lucifer blushes at the implication... surely you mean that you need help with the zipper or something, right? He can handle that. He'd done that loads of times for Lilith and Charlie. He turned to help only to be stunned into silence.

There you stand, the latex bodysuit unzipped from your neck all the way to your lower back. Your pale, lavender-tinted gray angel skin peeking through the shining, dark martial. You clutch your hands at your chest, looking back at Lucifer over your shoulder, embarrassed.

"It's stuck." You say softly.

He turns beet red at seeing you half undressed, and quickly turns away to collect himself. Lucifer clears his throat before turning back around. He slowly moves towards you, trying to look anywhere but at your bare skin, and carefully tries to help you get out of the latex suit. "I... okay. Um.. hold out your arms."

You do as you're asked, obediently holding your arms out so Lucifer can begin to peel the suit from your shoulders. His touch is light but firm as he helps you out of the stuck latex. He can't help but sneak a peek every now and then, feeling his cheeks warm as he does so. The more he removes the more he begins to realize he’ll have to unveil your entire body before you get this completely off.

Lucifer's heart races in his chest as he continues to carefully help you out of the suit. He tries to keep his focus on the task at hand, but he can't help but notice how your body begins to be revealed more and more with every inch of fabric he peels away. "O-okay, now pull this arm out." He instructs.

You do as you're told, freeing one of your arms making it significantly easier to free the other as well, and without completely uncovering your chest. Now all that's left is the hips and legs, but Lucifer is unsure how to do that without having you become completely naked in the process.

His chest tightens as he realizes the predicament you both are in, his heart racing as he considers the options. "Well, uh, I suppose we could try to carefully unzip it all the way down and then slip it off your hips..." he suggests.

"Okay," you say, moving so the zipper is within his reach. Lucifer looks down at it, resting on your lower back, mere millimeters above your perfectly round ass. He's going to have to touch you to do it...

Lucifer's breath hitches in his throat. He swallows hard, gathering his composure before reaching out to slowly trace his fingers along the zipper. His touch is gentle, electric as he begins to lower the zipper, feeling your body heat through the fabric. "Ok," he says once you're fully unzipped, looking up to the ceiling and blushing. "Now try and pull it over your hips."

You lean down, letting your torso become fully uncovered, but as you're facing away from him, he doesn't actually see anything but your naked back. It's not until you begin to wiggle out of the hips that he realizes you weren't wearing anything underneath the bodysuit. Lucifer almost swallows his tongue.

His breath hitches again, the sight of your bare back already filling his mind with a flurry of sinful thoughts. Without thinking, Lucifer's wings burst free, the topmost set moving to cover his face, which is now a nice cherry apple red, hiding your exposed form from him.

You pull the bodysuit down past your hips and give out a sigh of relief. "I didn't realize how hot that was until it was off... probably good not to pick that one." You say with a giggle.

He swallows dryly from behind his wings, the tips twitching from the sheer display before him. He tries his hardest not to be tempted, to not look as his mind continually undresses the rest of you. "I trust you can handle the rest..." he says before turning around. Giving his heart a moment to still itself, Lucifer finally lets his wings retract. His gaze falls straight towards the distant wall, every nerve in his body alight.

"Um..." Your voice comes once more. "I think I might need help again..." You mumble.

Lucifer's eyes snap straight up as you speak and he practically wills his wings to stay tucked. As your words register, he freezes, his throat tightening. He can't help but imagine what he will see should he turn his gaze back towards you. "I- I'm listening." he says, trying his best to control his voice... and his instincts.

"I've got it mostly on but I need help lacing the back..." You say softly, and with a hint of effort in your voice.

Lucifer turns around and is immediately in awe. There you stand in the outfit he picked out. A black dress that has a fitted corset top but a loose skirt that stops mid thigh. The sleeves are puffy but off the shoulder, and the knee high boots that you've put on match so well he almost can't stand it. The dress is absolutely stunning, a perfect blend of elegance with just a hint of playfulness. Your smooth skin and the way your hair cascades over your shoulders like a waterfall of silk is nothing short of mesmerizing. And the boots? Chefs kiss. When he's finally able to pull his eyes away from you, he realizes you're desperately attempting to lace the back of the dress and failing, little sounds of effort and frustration escaping you as you do.

"Is this one no good either...?" You ask, sounding worried, when you see him staring silently.

Lucifer feels his heart thump unexpectedly against his chest as you speak, being met with an overwhelming display of your beauty, he almost can't find his voice. He quickly averts his gaze with a cough, afraid of being caught staring. "N-no! No, umm... you look stunning," he stammers, trying to maintain his composure. “This is the one.”

You grin, happy to have finally found something good. "Well, then can you help me lace it up? I can't seem to do it right..." You reach behind you, holding the black laces that are partially inserted into the corseted back of the dress, though messily.

Lucifer's eyes immediately narrow as he watches your fingers struggle with the laces, noticing the slight flush of embarrassment creep onto your cheeks. Without a second thought, he gracefully approaches you and carefully removes your fingers, holding the laces gently. "As you wish, my dear.”

"So you like this one?" You ask as he deftly begins your work on your back.

His touch lingers on your back as he smoothly begins to weave the laces through the corset, carefully pulling and tightening them. A mysterious smile finds his lips at your question, pausing briefly before answering. "I must admit, I can't recall ever seeing anything quite as captivating,"

You blush, looking at the floor. "Surely that's not true..." You say softly. "You were there at the beginning of creation. surely you've seen far lovelier than me."

He chuckles softly, moving to stand closely behind you, his breath warm on your neck. "Ah, my dear. Time and again, I have witnessed the beauty of countless creations and marvels. But there is something that sets you apart - an allure that transcends physicality."

You straighten at the sensation, a shiver running down your spine that makes your skin glow with angelic glory.

Lucifer leans back a moment, having finished your ties. "Now... that's going to be an issue..." he says with a sigh.

"Oh, I suppose so. Most sinners don't really glow do they?" You ask with a worried face.

"Only the ones on fire," he says, smirking when you look shocked at his dark joke. He conjures a small, concealing spell around you, dulling the glow. "Now let's do some final touches," he says, adding a set of black curled ram horns and a tail to match. "And to finish it off..." he snaps his fingers and your seraph wings are transformed into a smaller, more manageable set of bat wings. "Now you are truly fit for Hell," he says with a pleased smile.

Your eyes widen as you look at yourself in the mirror. You do a little spin and your smile slowly spreads from ear to ear. "This... I look incredible. You'd never know I was an angel! And these cute little wings!" You say flapping them sweetly.

"Well, that was the point, after all," he says with a lazy smirk. He watches you, his charismatic glimmer still there. When he sees your smile, it widens, and he knows he did a good job. "I'm glad you like them. They're functional too, so you can still fly, but they won't be quite so in-the-way and obvious.”

"They're perfect!" You shout, turning to Lucifer and jumping into his arms, hugging him tightly in appreciation.

He catches you with ease, his eyes widening for a moment. As Lucifer regains his composure, he smirks at your sudden display of gratitude, wrapping his arms around your waist and giving you a gentle squeeze. Enjoying the embrace more than he'd care to admit before placing you back down.

"So what now!?" You ask excitedly before giving him your best attempt at a seductive look. "Shall we begin my first day as a succubus?”

Lucifer's cheeks turn redder than usual, he hadn't intended to make you look like a succubus, but you were right, you did resemble one. It was truly taking everything on him to keep the thoughts at bay. He leans in a bit closer, enjoying the thrill of playing with fire. "Well, we could...?"

You quickly take his hand and drag him through the double doors leading further into the palace. Excited to see who notices, or perhaps doesn't notice.

Lucifer follows you without resisting, enjoying your newfound boldness and confidence. He's curious to see what will happen when people see the new, glamorous you. As you both enter the grand hall, some demons glance over and immediately take notice of the beautiful new being with him, but none react as though you're an angel. So far, it seems to be mission accomplished.

Everything is going well until an imp walks by and brushes against your new tail and you stop suddenly, squatting down into almost a fetal position, your tail wrapping protectively around you. Lucifer chuckles as he sees the imp do so, it was bound to happen at some point. "Oh, look at that." He says, trying not to laugh out loud. "Seems like someone is enjoying their new form" He smirks devilishly at you. But you don't answer.

The Imp quickly scurries away, not realizing the VIP he just brushed against. Lucifer raises an eyebrow at you, intrigued by your sudden silence. "What's wrong, my dear?" He asks, his voice smooth as ever, his other eyebrow also raised in curiosity. He approaches you and leans down to look at your face, only to notice how flushed you've become, trembling and glassy eyed.

"Lucifer..." You whimper.

He looks at you with a mix of confusion and concern. Squatting down to your level, he reaches out a hand to gently cup your cheek, caressing it softly with his thumb. "What's the matter? Did that imp upset you?”

"N-no it's just... I've never had a tail before..." You blush and look away. "It's... it's sensitive..." You attempt to explain with heavy breaths.

A worried look crosses his face. "I'm sorry, maybe we should go somewhere more private until you get more desensitized to it." he suggests, putting an arm around your shoulders. He snaps his fingers before helping you through the newly opened portal and into his study, a room full of books, board games and a large fireplace. He sits you down on the lounge couch near the fire and sits next to you, placing his hand on your back gently, offering support.

"Ok so... I should apologize. I'd forgotten how sensitive tails can be, especially new ones," he says embarrassingly, rubbing the back of his neck. "But it goes away after a while, once it's been handled a little."

You look up at him with a dazed look. "Will you help me with it?" You look up at him from under your lashes. "I've never felt something like this before. I..." You ask in a timid voice.

Lucifer's eyes widen with a mix of surprise and intrigue at your question, "Are you sure?" he asks, not wanting to let his eagerness push you to do something you aren't comfortable with.

"If you don't want to, that's okay..." You say sweetly. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm surely just overreacting. We can go back out," you attempt to insist, but as your tail wags it rubs the leg of Lucifer’s pants and you can't suppress another shiver.

Suddenly the image of you out in the middle of the Pride Ring flashes into his head. Any passerby able to reach out and touch your tail, leaving you a puddle, all without understanding why... no. He couldn't allow that. He took a deep breath to steady himself.

"Nonsense," he declares, rising from the couch with a grace reminiscent of his angelic origins. "Let me help you," he gently turns you slightly away from him, getting ready to handle your tail with care.

You nod, giving him a very thankful look before letting your tail flick up and onto his lap with a slight flinch. A gentle smile tugs at his lips as you allow him to handle your tail. Tentatively at first, he wraps it around his fingers, careful not to hurt or startle you.

His touch is so gentle and yet it sends such strange sensations through you. You find yourself gasping, blushing, and flinching slightly, your eyes closing tightly as you try to suppress all the noises attempting to escape you.

Lucifer's grin widens as he realizes he can hear something akin to a soft moan, a pleasurable gasp. His confidence shoots up through the roof as he leans in. "Is this still okay?" he asks, "Not too much?"

You shake your head a little more forcefully than you’d intended. "N-no. I'm ok. I can handle this. keep going."

A feeling of deep contentment fills Lucifer as he can see the mix of embarrassment and desire flashing across your features. But he doesn't comment on it, merely smiles sweetly and starts to run his fingers along the length of your tail.

You try to keep yourself calm but a squeak still escapes you, and it seems as though once one escapes, more are determined to join. You curl up a little as his fingers touch your tail, shuddering and gasping, almost too overstimulated, but not quite.

Lucifer's eyes light up as he realizes there's a bit more passion hidden behind your reserved exterior. He continues gently caressing and massaging your tail, making sure to pay attention to each movement your body makes. He watches you with a mix of amusement and desire, his eyes sparkling. Then he starts to lightly squeeze and tug on it, a slow, teasing motion, his thumb tracing teasing circles up to the base at your back.

"A-ah..." You let out a shuddering breath, my body trembling.

He can feel how warm you're getting from your tail, it's radiating heat, not to mention your cheeks are quite red now. Your eyes are growing foggy. Lucifer can't help but feel something at your response, his fingers still moving in steady, deliberate strokes and teasing squeezes. The sight of you becoming so visibly flustered and aroused only serves to ignite the fire burning within him. He starts to gently caress your tail with more confidence. His actions are measured and deliberate, a perfect combination of roughness and tenderness, leaving you squirming just enough to make him feel like he's in control of your reactions.

You place the back of your hand against your mouth to stifle the sounds that are clawing their way up your throat. Lucifer smirks at the sight, his eyes locked on your hand and the trembling movements it makes as you struggle to control yourself. He finds himself growing more and more infatuated, enthralled by every sign of pleasure that escapes you, despite your efforts to hold back. Then he gets an idea. With a sly grin he lets his tail appear, slipping like a snake around and between the two of you until it reaches yours, coiling around it and tangling them together.

"L-lucifer..." You whimper out, your other hand reaching out to grasp at his shirt.

"Yes, my dear?" Lucifer asks, letting his own grin grow wider as he watches you struggle against your newfound lust and his growing influence. He feels the twitching of your tail against his and decides to take this teasing to the next level.

"W-what's happening...?" You ask as he continues.

Lucifer opens his mouth to answer only to get his first real look at you since he started. He finally sees your distressed face, the tears in your eyes and the quiver on your lip.

"L-lucifer... it's... it's too much..." You say with a quivering voice.

Seeing this, Lucifer immediately stops and pulls back, his expression softening. "Sweetheart, oh no." Guilt washes over him for his actions, knowing that he went too far. He let his excitement overshadow your needs. "I'm so sorry..." He gently untangles your tails before moving you closer to him until he can feel your face buried in his chest.

"Lucifer..." You say softly, pressing your face into him, inhaling his sweet scent.

He wraps his arms around you, feeling the heat of your body against his. "I'm so, so sorry, my dear." He responds in a whisper, as if trying not to break the moment. Lucifer places a gentle kiss on top of your head, holding back the urge to completely lose control again. "Are you okay?" He asks, looking down towards you. A small, tender smile crosses his face as he sees that you’ve dozed off in his arms. He looks down at your peaceful expression, feeling a warmth spread through him. Slowly, he turns to lay down on the couch with you still cradled in his arms.

Hours later you awaken, Lucifer holding you lovingly against his chest. Remembering what had brought you there, you blush, quickly pulling away and magicking away your disguise, at least for the time being. You hear Lucifer stir and turn to see him just as he sits up. Groggily rubbing his eyes.

“Time to go home already?” He asks, a sad note to his musical voice.

“Unfortunately,” you answer with a somber smile.

“Before you go let me give you something." Lucifer stands, leaving the room for a moment. When he returns he holds out his hand, asking for your own. You do as he seems to want, and he quickly wraps something around it, it's soft and surprisingly warm.

"Wh... what's this...?" You ask, eager, not having seen it yet.

"Look and see," Lucifer replies, his voice low and seductive. When you pull your wrist back you see a single long feather—white as snow and glistening in the dim light of Hell. It is soft to the touch, almost silky.

With wide, shocked eyes you look at Lucifer. "Is... is this... one of yours...?" You ask, incredulous.

Lucifer's smirk returns, full of wicked delight. "Yes, it's one of my secondary feathers," he replies, his voice thick with meaning, his fingers tracing circles around your wrist. “With this," Lucifer whispered, his lips grazing the skin of your wrist, "if you ever need me. I will know and I will come to your side."

Lucifer watches as you smile and blush, pleased by your reaction. He can't help but feel a twinge of possessiveness towards you, as if he was slowly but surely drawing you into his world.

“Thank you…” you say softly, aware of how big a deal a gift like this is. Secondary feathers, like primary feathers, do not grow back, but *unlike* primary feathers, unless one loses all of them, their flying won't be impacted. Loss of too many primary feathers will cause either a severe difficulty or, in most cases, the inability to ever fly again. With as much power as these feathers hold, you instantly understand the seriousness of this gift. “Truly… you bless me.”

“I’d want it with no one else. Go home safely and return the same,” he says with a soft kiss to your knuckles.

With a heavy head and a confused heart, you open the portal home and step through, allowing yourself one last glance back at the King of Hell's gentle face.

WHOO! I'm excited to get this off the ground. Things are only gonna get more steamy from here, and part three... Well... Let's just say I'm excited for part 3...

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