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another-lost-mc · 10 months

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More than temptation awaits you at Purgatory Hall.

MICHAEL x SIMEON x RAPHAEL x gn!Reader, 2.4k words, NSFW.

Content warnings: Canon-typical vampire behaviour (biting/blood drinking). Dub-con and dark themes including manipulative behaviour, power imbalance, mind-altering magic. Dom/sub dynamics, teasing, masturbation, oral sex, overstimulation, praise kink, corruption kink, pet name used for Reader (little lamb). gn!Reader (they/them pronouns).

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You stare at the ceiling of Simeon’s bedroom. Moonlight peeks through the curtains on the far wall; it’s the only light to chase away the evening’s shadows. When you turn your head anxiously to look at the angels surrounding you, all you can see is the unnaturally bright glow of their irises, tinged red with bloodlust. Michael’s eyes are the clearest of the three, and he sounds calm but authoritative. Trustworthy. Simeon and Raphael don’t speak much but when they do, they sound raspy as if they’re parched and dying of thirst.

They are thirsty, aren’t they?

Simeon called you earlier and you were startled by how rough his voice sounded, the faint tremor that distorted his voice as he spoke. He begged for you to come between groans of pain, and you rushed to Purgatory Hall as quickly as you could. Neither of you realized Raphael was suffering in his own room and had already called the Archangel to inform him of what was happening. By the time you arrived, all three angels were present and were exposed to the mysterious infection.

“We need to quell their bloodlust before it’s too late and they lose complete control of their senses,” Michael warned you when you arrived. You could see for yourself that Simeon and Raphael’s conditions were deteriorating rapidly, their brows furrowed and glistening with a sheen of sweat. “I am only here to help them, the same as you. Please help us.”

Of course you wanted to help—that’s why you agreed to give them what they needed, if it would spare them pain and suffering. That’s why they led you to Simeon’s room and laid you on his bed, and why they started peeling away your clothes for better access to the blood in your veins.

“You’re so brave, little lamb.”

Michael’s voice carries to you from somewhere near the foot of the bed. Simeon and Raphael work silently on either side of you. Raphael unbuttons your shirt so the collar is loose around your neck, and he rolls up your sleeves. Simeon unbuttons your jeans and taps your hip gently; you raise yourself off the bed so he can tug them off, and he lets them fall carelessly to the floor.

It would be a shame to ruin your nice clothes.

We want you to be comfortable.

The cool air on your bare skin makes you shiver. “You won’t be cold for much longer,” the Archangel promises.

In your secret, most depraved fantasies, you wondered what it might be like to have Simeon take you to his bed. You imagined it all sorts of ways: sweet, innocent fumblings as you giggle against each other’s mouths while he tries to peel away your clothes, or the harsh, panting breaths against your neck as he grasps the back of your shirt and tears it down the middle in his haste to find bare skin.

You knew Simeon looked at you a certain way when he didn’t think you were watching. He was generous with his touches, intimate touches he thought he could get away with in public and shrug off as platonic. He brushed his hand against yours when you walked, as if tempted to lace them together but not having the nerve to. He moved his chair closer to yours at lunch so that your thighs pressed together under the table. When he leaned over to speak to you, his lips nearly brushed your ear and his warm breath tickled your skin. You stared at his eyes when he pulled away, dark and wanting while he licked his lips and smirked.

You didn’t realize until now that Raphael acted differently around you too. He lacked Simeon’s recklessness, but he was no less intense. He didn’t linger close to you like Simeon did, but his gaze was hot and heavy and no less attentive as he watched you quietly from a distance. Sometimes he did shock you with flirting, his bold declarations tempered by his dulcet voice and even softer smile. He left you stunned and stuttering a response, only to turn away and remind you he wasn’t serious or he was only teasing you.

You’ve underestimated the angels, you think as Michael rubs a warm hand up and down your bare shin soothingly. “Relax,” he coos softly as if he can sense your anxiety. “You’re giving them what they need. They’re so lucky to have a friend like you.”

Simeon and Raphael each take a seat on the edge of the bed. They lift one of your hands in theirs and run their noses along the delicate skin of your wrist. Their eyes smolder like ruby pools in the dark room when they stare down at you, filled with unrepentant longing and hunger.

They move in sync, both striking fast as snakes as they bare their gleaming fangs and bite into your skin. Your body jolts in surprise from the searing pain, but your gasp of shock and discomfort trails off as your veins are set ablaze by something else. You moan before you can stop yourself, and your face heats up in mortification when Michael chuckles nearby.

“Don’t be shy.” The mattress dips by your feet when he kneels on the bed; he nudges your legs apart so he can settle comfortably between them. He rests his hands on your knees. “We want you to feel good, little lamb. This is your reward for being so generous.”

Michael watches you squirm on the bedcovers as pleasure seeps into your body from the fangs latched onto each of your wrists. The gluttonous sounds of Simeon and Raphael sucking and slurping and licking at your skin is punctuated by your increasingly loud, breathy moans and whimpers.

The Archangel huffs with amusement when your thighs press against him in an effort to rub them together for some sort of friction. He tilts his head in consideration and moves his hands to your bare thighs, pressing them down against the bed to hold you down. “What’s wrong, little lamb? You seem restless.” You don’t respond, but he doesn’t expect you to either—he can feel your body trembling with something other than fear.

Simeon and Raphael have been watching you with greedy eyes while they feed. Michael nods to them and after his silent instruction, they place their hands on your chest. They slide their hands underneath the flimsy material of your shirt and rub your skin with slow, soothing motions. Raphael scratches his nails lightly in your skin, leaving little pink indentations where he’s marked you. Simeon trails his hand up over your nipple and pinches it lightly between his fingers; he smiles against your wrist, bloody and satisfied, when it drags another moan from you.

“Does it feel good when they touch you?” Michael asks, sliding his hands slowly up your thighs. His thumbs drag up the inside of your legs.

You tilt your head back and nod clumsily against the pillow. “Y-yeah,” you whimper, arching your back against the mattress. Raphael and Simeon continue fondling your chest as they feed. “It feels so good.”

Michael hums thoughtfully as he slides one of his hands up the inside of your thigh. His fingers brush against your arousal, hot and needy beneath your underwear. Your thighs tremble delightfully when he strokes against the damp spot you’ve made with the tiniest amount of pressure, and you buck against him in a silent plea for more. Your own voice is hoarse from the mantra of sounds falling endlessly from your lips; the venom in your veins poisons your body with overwhelming pleasure.

Michael pulls his hand away and smirks against his sticky fingers as you cry out, pained by the loss of his touch. “Tell me what you want.” The command in his voice is unmistakable, even as he licks your musky taste from his fingers.

“I don’t—” you trail off between panting breaths, “I don’t know, please—”

Michael catches Simeon’s heated gaze, and he smirks before looking down at your sweaty, flushed face. Your eyes are glossy and blown-black with lust, and unshed tears cling to your lashes. “Tell me what you fantasize about when you think of Simeon,” he suggests innocently, eyes watching with fascination as you both react simultaneously to his words: Simeon growls against your wrist, and your eyes clench shut—from pleasure or embarrassment or both, Michael’s not sure.

“His mouth,” you admit in a shaky whisper, whimpering in shame as you turn your head to face away from Simeon.

Michael slides away from you and off the mattress, walking around the bed to Simeon’s side and nudging him to trade places. Simeon wipes at his bloody mouth, but all it does is smear your blood over his chin and hand. He nearly stumbles to the foot of the bed, blood-drunk and delirious with lust, before taking Michael’s place between your legs.

Michael kneels beside you on the mattress and tilts your head back towards him; he smiles when you finally open your eyes. “What a sweet, honest creature you are,” he murmurs, thumb rubbing along your bottom lip.

While you’re distracted by Michael, Simeon tugs your slick underwear out of the way and buries his face against you, licking at sucking at your arousal. You nearly scream at the sudden sensation of his hot mouth and tongue, wet and sticky from your blood. Simeon groans loudly against you as you slide your free hand into his hair.

It’s delightfully sinful, the chorus of sounds filling the dark room, humid with the heat of their bodies and thick with the scent of copper and musk. Raphael stops feeding and squeezes himself through his pants, eyes dark with glittering arousal as he watches Simeon’s mouth work greedily between your thighs. Curses and groans fall endlessly from your lips, and you writhe against the mattress and arch your back as Simeon’s skillful tongue pushes you towards release.

Michael reaches down and covers your hand that’s tangled in Simeon’s hair with his own. He laces your fingers together and helps you guide Simeon’s movements. “Do you want to come?”

You’re too caught up in the ecstasy of Simeon’s mouth to realize Michael asked you a question. He squeezes your hand beneath his and grips Simeon’s hair, tugging harshly at his scalp and pulling him up from between your legs. Simeon hisses from the pain and snarls at Michael who raises an eyebrow at him before glancing back down at your face.

“Do you want to come?” Michael asks again, but his tone is sharper now, and it startles you into focus.

You whine incoherently, struggling to speak as the inferno building inside you leaves you nearly speechless. You roll your hips desperately in search of delicious friction and Michael tsks quietly.

“You can do better than that,” Michael murmurs. “Use your words, little lamb.”

You nod your head against the pillow, subconsciously baring your throat to him that makes you look so submissive. “Please, Michael, I want him—”

Michael’s eyes flick up to Simeon’s frustrated gaze and he smirks. “Never say that the Archangel doesn’t reward obedience.” He stares pointedly at Simeon for a few moments before pushing his head back down between your legs and releasing his grip on both of you.

Within seconds of Simeon’s hot mouth against your skin, you’re riding out your release, head mouth open in a silent scream. His hips grind against the mattress and he’s fueled by a different kind of hunger now. He keeps going, mouthing desperately at your sensitive skin even as you whimper pathetically above him—it’s too much, I can’t—and ride out the aftershocks of the second orgasm he drags from your body. By the time Simeon has licked the cum and slick off you and pulled away, you’ve passed out from exhaustion and blood loss.

“You did so well, you beautiful creature.” It’s almost gentle, the way Michael wipes sweat off your brow and cups your warm, ruddy cheek with his palm. His touch lingers for a moment before he finally moves away from you.

He glances at his angels who stand near the bed on shaky legs. Their faces are both stained crimson from your blood, and they each have blooming stains in their white pants: Simeon from rutting against the mattress while he feasted between your thighs, and Raphael from fucking his fist while he watched.

Michael ignores his own aching erection tenting his robes as he reaches for your wrists. He casts simple spells to close the bite wounds until your skin is healed and unblemished once more. “I think I can finally appreciate your exceptional interest in our little lamb,” he muses.

He waves his hand and murmurs a complicated blessing that illuminates Simeon and Raphael in a bright glow of his Grace. He nods satisfactorily when he sees that the hints of the vampiric infection within both of them are gone.

You were too worried about your friends, and too far gone with pleasure later, to notice he was never truly infected himself.

“How will we explain this tomorrow?” Raphael asks, grimacing when he runs his hand through his sweat-slicked hair. Simeon reaches for one of the discarded blankets on the floor and covers you with it.

Michael stands next to Simeon and places his hand over your eyes; it glows faintly before returning to normal. “All the others know is that they were here for a visit. If anyone asks, our friend was too sick to go home for the night. They’ll wake up with a fever tomorrow and think this was nothing but a dream, if they remember it at all.”

“Why did you do this?” Simeon asks quietly. He doesn’t sound angry or disapproving, but simply curious. There’s always a purpose for everything the Archangel does.

Michael faces Simeon and grasps his shoulders. “Is my generosity not enough? You both work so hard in the name of the Celestial Realm.” He leans closer to Simeon’s ear. “And we don’t have to fall for the things we want.”

He steps back and adjusts his robes, inwardly pleased by the contemplative expression on Simeon’s face. “Take care of our little lamb until I can arrange a formal visit for them. I trust that you can handle everything else from here.”

Simeon and Raphael lower their heads. “Yes, Michael,” they reply in unison, eyes downcast to the floor until the Archangel disappears in a golden flash of Celestial magic.

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thefallennightmare · 4 months

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Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Fallen Angel!OC

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, smut, mythological talk, violence.

Summary: "Blinded by a fear of feeling, these are the kings we chose. Lost and looking for the meaning, I've been searching high and low" It came crashing down on him. This is the story of the highest banished angel from where she came only to find home in the arms of a mortal man. This mortal realizing he'd face Lucifer himself to keep her.

Lethia: Archangelus Oneironaut also known as Archangel of Dream Walking. Across worlds and dimensions, she walks within. Uncovering dangerous secrets, leaving her cast out, isolated- that is until she begins to learn what it means to feel.

Authors Notes: Here we go! Now this is an AU but I will keep things true to life with Bad Omens and Noah as possible! Also, this is NOT a reader insert fic. I decided to create a character for this.

Tags[OPEN]: @thescarlettvvitch

LETHIA

The wind whipped widely through my hair, smacking me in the face, as my limbs thrashed around with such force I cringed in pain. I could see the clouds out of the corner of my eyes as I fell through them, with no sense of comfort protecting me. I choked on a sob when I noticed parts of my long, golden, hair was being singed from the rate of the fall. I held my hands in front of my face to watch in horror as the once short nails grew in length and darkness.

“Wh-what?”

How did it get like this? All because I chose to follow someone else instead of the almighty King? How was that fair? I’d been loyal since creation, one of his most loyal servants, but the second I thought of something different than the divine plan, He cast me away.

“Leth, follow me to the ends of the darkness. For we can create our own Kingdom and rule.”

My eyes screwed shut at the familiar voice as my throat burned with the thought of him. I couldn’t help but wonder if he was close by, surely he had to be. I was thrown from the Kingdom first, Lucifer not far behind.

The air around me began to thicken, grasping around my throat with such force, that I clawed there with my newly fresh nails. Blood dripped from the wounds but none of that mattered to me; I simply stared up towards the sky where my former home disappeared through the clouds. I could try and climb my way back, as far as my wings would allow. But I knew, like Icarus, if I climbed too high to the sun, I’d fall into the unknown jungle below.

Icarus was a fool.

My ears rang loudly from the sudden change in altitude and I looked towards the left, almost crying out when I took in the most recent alter to my appearance. Bright wings that mirrored the colors of the clouds surrounding me were no longer pure. No, they were dark with the tellings of my betrayal.

“My King, forgive me!” I cried out seconds before my body fell to the hard soil below; darkness overtaking my vision.

NOAH

Slamming the car door shut with a long sigh, I walked from the street, up to my house. I took in the variety of cars, realizing that one of the guys must have invited a few people over tonight. Usually, I never minded when we had small get-togethers, but tonight I did mind. It wasn’t anything anyone in particular did, my mind was just filled with the same dream I’d had the last seven nights in a row.

Black feathers. Even darker hair. Cream-colored skin. And vibrant red eyes.

At first, I chalked it up to being a random dream but as the nights progressed, the dream continued with the same figure.

One night they were sitting on the edge of my bed. The following night, they were perched on top of the roof of my house, watching the street below. Last night, the figure was in bed with me as my lips trailed over the curvaceous lumps of her breasts.

I ran a hand over my face as I neared the front door, taking a deep and steady breath. I thought about asking my therapist about these dreams but now that they were getting more intimate, I decided against it.

“It's just a dream, Noah,” I told myself while my hand reached for the door.

A groan halted my movements and I turned swiftly on my heels back towards the driveway. But all I heard was silence; besides the loud music coming from inside the house.

Shrugging, I took one final step towards the threshold until a groan sounded again, only this time louder. It sounded as if a large bird fell from the tree hanging overhead, feathers fluttering in the air. I dropped my bag on the front porch before taking the steps back down two at a time towards where I heard the groans of pain; in between Jesse’s and Orie’s cars parked in the driveway.

“Fuck,” I cursed seeing the crumbled body.

Head snapped to the side, dark tendrils of hair covering her face, and an arm draped over her midsection. I winced as I saw the contortment of it, knowing that it had to be broken.

Where the hell did she come from?

There was a sudden surge that spread from my heart to every vein inside of me; flowing through in shocking waves. I couldn’t place it but seeing this figure in front of me, there was something so familiar about it; her. A painful groan fell from her lips and I breathed in relief, almost forgetting to check if she was alive. I’d been so entranced in her familiarity.

Gently scooping the body up into my arms, the dark hairs fell away from her face and I sucked in a breath when I noticed there were fresh cut marks along her cheek, and blood dripping from her ears. I rushed her inside, gaining stares from my roommates, who immediately stopped the music.

“What the fuck?” Orie’s voice was raised.

I shook my head while setting her on the couch in our living room. “I don’t know, man.”

Our house was packed with random faces; some I recognized, others I didn’t. I knew there was a party tonight but suddenly, I wanted everyone that didn’t live here out.

Folio, who noticed my expression, waved a finger in the air. “Alright, I think it’s time to end this party. Thanks for coming, everyone!”

Pretty quickly, everyone who didn’t live there or weren’t part of Bad Omens left the house.

“Where did you find her?” Nick asked.

I hesitated. “That’s the thing. I found her lying broken in the driveway.”

“The driveway?” Jolly gasped. “How long had she been out there?”

I shrugged while brushing away the stray hairs from her face, hearing a soft but painful breath falling from her dry, cracked lips. My eyes grazed down the line of her neck down to the swell of her breasts that were barely covered by the tattered black shirt; it looked as if it was burned off. I tossed a blanket over her to help cover her modesty.

Something glinted in my vision and I looked back at her neck to see a golden chain hanging loosely between the valley of her breasts. My heart dropped to my stomach as the reality slammed into me.

I’ve seen this chain before; in my dreams. My lips tasted that chain in my dreams.

My hands shook at my side as a shaky breath escaped from my throat and Jolly called my name.

“Hm, what?” I turned to look at him.

He ran a hand through his hair. “Should we call the police? She looks like she’s been attacked.”

“No,” I said a little too suddenly. “She just needs a place to rest. We don’t know what happened. I’ll ask when she wakes up.”

I slowly sunk into the chair across from the couch, resting my elbows on my knees, watching the rise and fall of her chest to make sure she was still breathing.

Jesse stared down at her from behind the couch and let out a low whistle. “It’s a miracle that she’s even breathing right now. We should probably wrap her arm. It could be broken.”

Just then, Michael returned with our first aid kit and handed it to me. I took it with a small smile and started rummaging through it to look for the hydrogen peroxide and cotton balls. The least I could do while she slept was clean the wounds on her face.

The softness of her face twisted as the sting of peroxide sunk deep within her wounds and when a whimper fell from her lips, my cock twitched in my jeans. Images of her lying spread wide in my bed for me flashed in my mind and I did my best to push them to the back of my brain.

“How did she end up in the driveway? Looking like this?” Orie asked as he finished wrapping up her arm.

“I don’t know,” I sighed while sitting back in my chair, eyes still trained on her. “With how I found her, it looks like she fell from somewhere.”

Jolly shook his head as he sat on the armrest of the couch, also watching the stranger. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

All seven of us stood around the body laying on the couch, wondering and watching to see if she would wake.

“Maybe she’s an angel,” Jesse snorted, trying to ease the sudden tension.

“Angels don’t exist,” my eyes snapped up towards him.

Jesse held his hands up. “It’s a joke, Noah. But you have to admit it’s a little weird.”

I ran a hand over my jaw and nodded. “I know. I couldn’t leave her out there, though. Once she wakes up, I’ll take her wherever she wants.”

“Luce,” the woman croaked out, head turning towards the side.

Her voice rang out in song, echoing throughout the house, and my heart rose in my throat hearing how eternal it sounded. I barely knew anything about her but I couldn’t ignore the way my soul felt connected to her. Maybe it was because of seeing this form in my dreams or fate that I found her in my driveway, almost as if I was destined to help her.

“What did she say?” Nick questioned.

Folio shrugged while leaning over her. “Luce? Maybe that’s her name?”

Suddenly, her eyes snapped open and with one swift movement, the woman had her legs wrapped around Folio’s midsection and him pinned to the ground. Her good forearm was pressed deep into his neck while he lay frozen underneath her. All of us were on our feet but none made a move to stop her, not knowing if it would ultimately help or make things worse.

“Who are you?”

The venom in her voice was cold as ice.

“Ni-Nick,” Folio choked out.

The woman tilted her head towards him. “Where am I?”

Taking a tentative step towards her, I placed a soft hand on her shoulder. “I found you outside.”

It was as if my touch meant nothing to her, eyes still burning deep into Folio. It wasn’t until I spoke again that she finally noticed I was touching her.

“You’re hurt. I brought you inside to help you.”

Before I could register what happened, I felt myself being pinned up against the front door, fiery red eyes staring deep into my soul. With all the doubt that plagued my mind the last hour as I watched her sleep on the couch, I tried to tell myself that I didn’t know who she was. It was all a coincidence that parts of her reminded me of the figure I dreamed of.

But the moment I saw those bright red eyes, I knew that all the doubt was wrong. This was the same woman I dreamed of the last seven nights.

LETHIA

With my nails digging into the fresh skin of the man in front of me, I assessed every inch of his face. The brown eyes widened in slight horror when my nails dug deeper and I took in the way his lips parted, breaths coming out broken. His long hair was held back by a clip but strands still fell into his face and I cocked my head to the side when I realized something drastic.

Well, a few things.

First, I couldn’t feel my hand around this man's throat. I squeezed harder, my face twitching in anger, when I still couldn’t feel his skin underneath my grasp. I expected to feel the erratic thrum of his pulse or his Adam's apple dip low as he swallowed.

Instead, I felt nothing.

No. It couldn’t be.

I’ve heard tales of this happening to the Fallens but I never believed it to be true. An old folks tale the other Archangels discussed over a cup of wine.

My eyes blinked as I slowly removed my hand from the man’s throat, fingers shaking with the realization. The dark nails mocked me for my failure, scolding me for taking the darkness over the light.

The second thing I realized? I’ve seen this face before. Moments before I fell, it flashed in my mind like a photograph, every fucking detail. The long brown hair, bright brown eyes to match, the freckles that littered over his nose and cheeks, the tattoo that wrapped around his throat where my fingers were moments before; a snake, apples, and hands.

How metaphorical.

“What’s going on with me?” I muttered bringing my hand to my chest, noticing it was wrapped in some kind of material.

“You hurt your arm, we wrapped it for you,” a different voice spoke.

My head snapped to the left, seeing another man slowly approach me. His voice sounded different than the others and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“You’re not from around here,” I noted.

A snort sounded from behind me causing me to whirl my body towards it, seeing yet another strange man staring at me.

“Not from around here? Who talks like that?”

Someone smacked him in the chest. “Michael, don’t be an asshole.”

“I’m just saying, Nick. She wakes up in our home and attacks two of our friends. Are we supposed to allow that? We don’t even know her fucking name.”

My tongue clicked against my teeth. “Lethia.”

Various sets of eyes stared at me until the man who had an attitude spoke.; Michael.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“My name-,” I spoke slowly. “-Is Lethia.”

Michael snorted. “Well, Lethia, where the hell did you come from?”

Giving him a wave of my hand, I decided it wasn’t worth answering that question only because none of these men deserve to know.

“Who’s Luce?”

I snapped my eyes towards the man I had pinned against the door, heart stuttering in my chest. “Excuse me?”

He rubbed at the fresh red marks on his neck. “You said it in your sleep.”

Lucifer.

I licked my lips, widely shaking my head. “I need to leave.”

A soft voice called to me. “We can take you back home.”

This man had a buzzed head and a beard. “Although, you should get those injuries checked out.”

“I’ll heal,” I answered honestly.

Lethia, come to me.

I gazed around the room to see if that voice belonged to any of the seven of them although I knew it didn’t. I knew exactly who uttered those words.

“I have to go.”

The man from my vision stood tall against the door, not allowing me to leave. My jaw ticked with anger and I motioned behind him.

“Move.”

His brow raised. “That’s a funny way of saying thank you for saving your life.”

“Thank you?” I chuckled darkly. “You simply did nothing for me except keep me prisoner in this home.”

“Prisoner?” It was his turn to chuckle. “I fucking found you in my driveway, broken and bruised. The least you can do is tell us what the hell happened!”

They’ll never understand. Mere mortals never did.

I might not understand where I was but I knew mortals when I saw one. Their smell was different than angels; some were stronger than others. Except for the man blocking my way out. It was different, his aura, and I didn’t want to admit it but it drew me into him. There had to be a reason why I saw him mere seconds before I fell from the Kingdom.

The two of us were unmoving, not wanting to break first, and one of the men must have felt the tension because one gently stepped between us; the one that sounded different from the rest.

“Noah, let her go.”

Something fluttered in my stomach and I nearly shook with the unknown feeling. Never in my life had I felt something like this, even during my time with Lucifer. But with this mortal, Noah, it was entirely something new and it scared me to the depths of hell.

Noah scrunched his face with anger but eventually stepped to the side, allowing me to leave.

“Thank you,” I mocked with a slight curl to my lip; more like a snarl.

After two steps toward the door, I froze when something caught my attention out of the corner of my eyes. Titling my head towards the glass, my reflection stared back at me and I gasped at what I saw.

Short black hair, black ink covering almost every inch of skin across my shoulders and arms, my shirt barely hanging one by a thread, and what shocked me the most were my eyes; crimson red, not the vibrant violet.

“No, it can’t be,” I brought my shaking hand to my mouth.

Suddenly, an ear-piercing ringing dug deep in my ears and I brought my hands to them, screwing my eyes shut. My head throbbed in pain as if someone was scratching their claws there. With one eye open, I noticed Michael held some kind of device in his hand.

“Wh-what is that dreaded noise?” I stuttered.

“A phone? Fuck, how hard did you hit your head?”

A what?

When the ringing stopped, I stood taller and for the first time, took in my surroundings. Everything in this home looked different than how we lived in the Kingdom. While we had advantaged technology, we simply didn’t have things of this nature.

“None of this makes sense,” I whispered to myself before my eyes landed on a small device on a table.

October 12, 2021.

I nearly stumbled on my feet when everything began to click into place. Someone during my fall, I landed in a time that hadn’t existed yet.

Noah could tell something was off because he turned towards me, a frown pulling at his lips. “Are you alright?”

Without saying another word, I left in such haste, I hadn’t realized what I left behind in my wake.

NOAH

My eyes stared at the space in front of me, the door wide open as it let in the cool night air. Those red eyes haunted me in Lethai’s wake and my skin crawled when an old dream crept back into my consciousness.

I lay in my bed, bare for her to see, Lethia’s tongue traced down my chest and then stomach to brush across my navel. I gripped her dark hair, wrapping it around my fingers to guide her head farther down. My cock throbbed with such an ache, I was sure it wouldn’t last. Beads of precum slipped from the slit and Lethia’s tongue danced around it, tasting me.

“Fuck,” I cursed as my eyes fluttered shut in ecstasy.

“Look at me, Noah.”

My eyes snapped open at Lethia’s firm tone and felt my heart stop dead in my chest; her eyes were glowing red.

“Noah!”

Breaking free from my trance, I gazed over to Orie. “Did you say something?”

“We did all we could, man. There’s no use dwelling on it.”

He patted my shoulder before they all dispersed into their sections of the house. But not me, I remained frozen in my spot, still staring at the vast darkness past the threshold. There was something just outside the realm of that darkness that caught my eye, it fluttered in the wind until it fell to the concrete just outside the door.

With furrowed brows, I bent low to pick it up, analyzing it with curious eyes. It was a black feather, at least twelve inches in length, and the softness of it was something I’d never felt before.

“Who are you, Lethia?” I murmured to myself, holding the feather close to my chest.

#tina talks #noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian angst #noah sebastian x fallenangel!oc #mercy noah sebastian

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lauranalanthalasa · 9 months

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You're a dark horse, Mr. Fell!

I'm no native speaker and although I am under the impression that my knowledge of the English language isn't that bad, I hadn't heard the expression of "being a dark horse" before. From the context in which it was said by Nina I could deduce it's meaning and at first I didn't really think it was relevant in any way. Just an expression I hadn't heard before, totally fitting from Nina's point of view.

But then Crowley used the same phrase to describe the multi-talented Jane Austen in the pub scene and I was surprised that two different characters used these exact same words to describe two different people. I started wondering if there could be more to it. And knowing Neil Gaiman, there probably is. (I'm just not smart enough to figure it out)

The next thing I realise is, that there's an actual dark horse in Aziraphale's book shop! It's a figurine of one of the two Marley Horses by the French sculptor Guillaume Coustou. Crowley noticeably uses it to store his glasses - we see him put them there and grab them back multiple times throughout the season - and in episode one the later vanished plate of Eccles cakes is placed right next to it.

So all of this really REEKS as if there's more to it! But what exactly?

Because, as I mentioned, I'm not a native speaker, I looked up the meaning of "being a dark horse" online in the Cambridge Dictionary. This is what I found:

a person who keeps their interests and ideas secret, especially someone who has a surprising ability or skill (that was the meaning I deduced after hearing Nina calling Aziraphale a dark horse because of the whole naked man business)

a horse or a politician who wins a race or competition although no one expected them to (Aziraphale being - seemingly - promoted to Supreme Archangel of all Heaven by the end of season 2 wasn't exactly on my bingo card)

a person who is not expected to succeed in or unexpectedly wins an election, race of other competition (could this be a hint that the Metatron underestimates Aziraphale? I mean, he used to guard the gate to Eden with a flaming sword and apparently he's fought in a war and blew up demons with his halo, so...)

So what to make of all of this? I don't know. As I said, I'm not clever enough for this. But I would be surprised if this dark horse was just a red herring.

Please feel free to hit me up with your ideas.

#good omens spoilers #good omens theory #good omens speculation #good omens meta #You're a dark horse Mr. Fell #neil gaiman #battle angel aziraphale #wartime footing

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inevitably-ineffable-husbands · 8 months

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Hi Steph, thank you for your fandom work! Could you please recommend some wing grooming or similar fics for Aziraphale and Crowley? I love the trope because of the not-sexual intimacy and the looking-after-each-other-ness, especially if one of them is touch-starved. Thank you so much xxx

Hey Nonny!

Sorry for the delay in a reply for this one, finally had time to sit down and search my fics for you!

Here are the fics I've tagged with "wings", can't guarantee they're EXACTLY what you're looking for (it's been awhile since I've read them) but they got some wings in them!! :D Hope you enjoy!

AZIRACROW AND WINGS

A Sky Full of Stars by Kedreeva (G, 2,575 w., 1 Ch. || Asexual Relationship, Wings, Stars, Fluff, Romance) – Aziraphale takes Crowley as close to Heaven as they can get, these days.

In the (Second) Beginning by cherryfeather (M, 2,661 w., 1 Ch. || Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Confessions, Soft Crowley, POV Aziraphale, Post-Canon, First Kiss, Wings) – Aziraphale realizes that Crowley's been saying something rather loudly for a week.

Your Reward Ye Shall Have by sussexbound (T, 3,146 w., 1 Ch. || Angelic Love, Wings, Emotional Intimacy, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pining Crowley, Soft Crowley, Emotional Connection, Emotional Porn, Groping, Bums, POV Aziraphale) – It is not the first time Aziraphale has considered giving in. Crowley mumbles something in his sleep, unfurls his long limbs for a moment, before tucking them back in, curling tight, arms wrapped around his knees. He shudders and then settles again with a sigh, and Aziraphale loves him.

a garden all their own by leaveanote (T, 5,436 w., 1 Ch. || Post Canon, POV Crowley, Emotional Turmoil, Aziraphale Takes Care of Crowley, Crying, Nightmares, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Heart Wrenching Pining, Pining Crowley, Wings, Tired Crowley, Romance, Healing, Massage, Light Angst with Happy Ending) – The aftermath. An exhaustion deeper than body. A secret too heavy to carry when when grief burned so close. Crowley has to tell him. "What am I to you?" A saving thing, an agony, a binary star, tenderness, an unhealed wound, a home, a home, a garden. Come to me, we'll heal together.

i want to hold your hand (goddammit) by PersephonesReign (E, 7,695 w., 5 Ch. || Crowley POV, Pining Crowley, Emotional Turmoil, Slow Burn, Soft Crowley, Angst and Fluff, Love Confessions, Nervous / Anxious Crowley, First Kiss/Time, URT, Wing Kink, Anal, Top Aziraphale / Bottom Crowley, Hand Holding) – Crowley just wants to hold Aziraphale's hand. What's so difficult about that?

Exposed by LollipopCop (E, 8,867 w., 2 Ch. || Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Idiots in Love, First Kiss, First Time, Making Out, Wings, Love Confessions, Virgin Crowley, Angst with Happy Ending) – In which Gabriel can feel how much Aziraphale loves Crowley, and outs him.

Wings and How to Hide Them by triedunture (M, 10,134 w., 1 Ch. || Mutual Pining, First Time, Love Confessions, Body Swap, Wing Kink, Idiots In Love) – Crowley's been annoyingly in love for six thousand years. What's another lifetime between friends? Or: Aziraphale definitely fucks and isn't that just perfect?

If We've Got Nothing (We've Got Us) by Kedreeva (G, 13,777 w., 2 Ch. || Asexual Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Wings, Worried Aziraphale, Rebellion, Standing Together As One) – Two months after the world didn't end, Aziraphale finds the first dark feather growing in his wings.

Witness the Fall by Waifine (G, 14,512 w.., 5 Ch. || Pre-Fall, The Fall, Post-Fall, Crowley Was Raphael, Hurt/Comfort, Angel Crowley, Angst with Happy Ending, Crowley's Memories, Aziraphale POV, Not-Nice Archangels, Feathers, Soulmates, Wings) – Crowley never talked about his time as an angel. Aziraphale never asked. But when Hell sends Crowley a package containing his most painful memories, it is Aziraphale who is plunged into the nightmare history of when his beloved friend, the angel who had once been Crowley, was hurled from the Heavens into the bowels of Hell.

A Desperate Desire by IneffableToreshi (E, 15,944 w. || Post-Almost Apocalypse, 6000 Years of Pining, First Kiss/Time, Lust Potion/Spell, Anal/Oral Sex, Self Esteem Issues, Praise Kink, Top Aziraphale, Virgin Husbands, Bottom Crowley, Blowjobs, Wings, Idiots in Love, Mild Dub-Con, Fluff and Smut, Angst, Aggressive Aziraphale, Happy Ending) – Since the world didn't end Aziraphale has been hoping for things to move to the next level with Crowley. But every time he tries to get close, the demon seems to shy away. Aziraphale begins to think that maybe Crowley just isn't attracted to him that way. He decides, against his friend Anathema's advice, to try witchcraft as a way of making himself more confident, attractive, and desirable. It, of course, goes wrong, because the angel misses the footnote that warns him not to mix magic and alcohol. Part 3 of Accidental Confessions

The Nice and Accurate Love Story of A. J. Crowley and A. Z. Fell by SealandRocks (E, 16,353 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Crowley, Implied Mutual Pining, Emotional Love Making, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, POV Crowley, Jealous Crowley, Crowley’s Plants, Kissing as Healing, Moments in Time, The Arrangement, Love Confessions, Bottom Crowley, Gentle Aziraphale, Slow Burn, Falling in Love, Crowley is Bad at Feelings, First Kiss/Time, Anal Sex / Fingering, Wings / Wing Kink, Porn With Plot, Praise Kink, Kissing in the Rain, Symbolism, Historical References) – Crowley and Aziraphale have been dancing around each other since the beginning. From Eden to London, it eventually becomes very hard to avoid the only other immortal around. And after so many centuries, having a physically body becomes a bit uncomfortable. Crowley is left to wonder what it is about Aziraphale that helps ease the ache in his soul. It would only take him 6000 years to figure out that it was rooted in something deeper all along. Part 1 of Love Stories for the Oblivious

#steph replies #ineffable husbands fic recs #good omens fic recs #wing fics #my fic recs #aziracrow fic recs #fic rec sunday

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deancasbigbang · 7 months

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Someone Who Doesn't Want to be Saved

Author: RedCraneFalling

Artist: Callion

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, implied John Winchester/ Mary Winchester, minor Sam Winchester/ Andrea Howl

Length: 50002

Warnings: Temporary MCD, Child Abuse, Implied/Reference Underage Prostitution, Homophobia

Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, Hunter Dean, Angel Cas, First Kiss, Loss of Virginity, Wing Kink, Prophecy, Parentla Gabriel

Summary: On Thursday September 18th, 1978, five very important things happened.

1. Mary Winchester felt her baby kick for the first time

2. An archangel was called to Heaven's nursery

3. A prophecy tablet activated

4. Something dark and dangerous woke up in purgatory

5. A Seraph named Castiel was born

Almost seven years later, the fledgling angel Castiel falls from the sky and lands in Dean Winchester's backyard. The two are immediately drawn to each other, and quickly become fast friends. But both their families have secrets which threaten their friendship. Dean's in the form of an absent father who seems to drain the joy from both his children whenever he's around, and Castiel's in the form of a prophecy which unites the two boys but could ultimately tear them apart.

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#dcbb 2023 #masterpost #2023 masterpost #deancas #destiel

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it's so genuinely interesting to look at my favorite characters in supernatural because it changes so much as the show goes on and each character is different in each season and with each writer. Like, Sam in the early seasons with the demon blood, his brand of daddy issues, his trying to be good but everyone including heaven is telling him he's nothing more than a demon blood-drinking vessel of Lucifer, and he'll sacrifice himself to save the world and stop the apocolapse. oh my god i think about that every five minutes. he's just a long, shaggy-haired, too-tall, and too-kind young man. he sees the best in everyone, and tries to redeem monsters when he can because if he can save them, he can save himself, right? and later on I think about the soulless sam and hallucinating lucifer and the ramifications of being in the cage for so long, and all that so often. but then... idk he has his moments from time to time, but it felt like his character finished and just needed a woman to pair off with because TV character arcs always end with characters marrying, but he didn't even properly get that? he married an off-screen woman after his actual love interest DIED!

then we get dean, who started out as the typical beer-loving cool womanizer dude who loves his family, his car, and hunting things. then he gets broken down as the show goes on into exploring his daddy issues, and it was never something i really fully loved until later on, mostly because the show was always so insistent on keeping his Cool Status at first. then he did and it was always so good. but the show always put a beer back in his hand, a gun in his pocket, and I always left the season feeling like there was more to be explored. he can yell, scream, and cry, but he was never allowed to truly grow from those experiences. he died a hunter, after explicitly showing that was the last thing he wanted.

casiel. oh my god i love castiel. he very quickly became my favorite character above sam with his lack of understanding social queues and his relationship with heaven. ohhhhhh my GOD his relationship with heaven. that scene at the bench where he's begging for clarification and a sign and for god to talk to him????? I'm sobbing. at times i felt like his character's arcs were forced, or his arc was too quick, or off-screen, but that's a by-product of the studio keeping him as a side character so misha had a max number of episodes to show up in. i really hate not seeing "starring: misha collins" because misha really is the heart of the character. just like everyone, but especially misha. he kept castiel around and brought him to life beyond what was expected and that was how it was from day fucking one of his portrayal. oh my god.

also, adam! because his bitterness and spite and hatred always felt So Real. imagine you're him, and your dad travels for his job, but comes to baseball games and he's nice and all. then he disappears and suddenly two men, kinda older than you, show up saying all sorts of crazy shit. they're your father's children from his first marriage before his wife died when they were super young -what?- and his job was hunting monsters -what the fuck?- and you're actually a dark secret in his life and they are fucking pissed cause he was such a shit dad to him -what the FUCK?- oh, and he's dead, killed by a demon -what the actual FUCK- then you get possessed by -get this- the archangel Michael and before you can even begin to properly process that angels exist and the apocolapse is happening because you're still reeling over the fact that your dad was a deadbeat to his two other children who were raised to hunt monsters and your family was like a vacation getaway for him so he can pretend to be normal instead of raising his two other children properly, but you can't think about THAT because oh my god sam took control of lucifer and dragged you and Michael, btw in the same body, down to the hell. but not normal hell, oh no, this is the cage where time is so much faster and you're there for hundreds of years and lucifer is torturing sam and it's awful and you're stuck there with Michael and wow, did he ever say goodbye to his mom (note: i forget if his mom is even alive or talked about, but i assume so) Then you get brought back, and of COURSE YOU HATE EVERYONE!!!

#likeabpost #im not adding everyone im stopping here #so just call it why i like the winchesters except the parents fuck 'em #spn #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #castiel #team free will #tfw #adam spn #adam winchester #idk if he had a different last name sorry adam

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Colour Grading, Insincerity, and Loki is right and Gabriel is wrong; a Lokiel Meta

It’s the big gun, it’s the mother lode of me ripping apart Unfinished Business frame by frame to feed my shipping and laying out all my thoughts on the matter clearly as can be so maybe I can sway some people sitting on the fence or at least give some context to those who see my posts and go “wtf” because they’re not viewing this through the lens of my insanity. Want to know why these guys haunt me? Here;

Credit where credit is due, the one thing I’ve always really liked about supernatural is how they use colour grading to tell the story, and it’s not really all that secretive that the Gabriel episodes look aesthetically like some of the best episodes because they colour them very specifically to set the tone for them;

Fun

Nonsensical

Insincere

The three big tells that something trickster is afoot in the episode, (and I apologise for the scuffed quality on some of these, I’m skating the tumblr upload rules).

(Tall Tales 2x15)

(Mystery spot 3x11)

(Changing Channels 5x08)

It tells us that whatever is currently happening typically feels very real to those experiencing it, but is actually not at all. This is make believe. It’s a figment of Gabriel’s imagination that he’s whipped up at his own convenience to tell the story he wishes to impart upon the narrative. While this is obvious in the earlier season when they’re still shooting on film and using the dark overlays to create a spooky ambiance, it still follows through to the end for Gabriel until he puts down the trickster label and picks back up the archangel one and officially joins the Winchesters bringing him into the same dark coloured world that we’re used to viewing. There’s a sadness in it, that Gabriel went from all these bright colours to essentially having his spirit snuffed out by Asmodeus, but it gives us a very clear point to reference when things are real and when they’re make believe.

Obviously Gabriel is a liar, we’ve all known that to be true since his very first appearance- but there’s one incident that I talk about often that bothers me deeply but I’ve never really explained why.

The hotel with the rest of the trickster gang.

Gabriel tells this story three times in a pretty short time span- short enough for Dean to remember and call him out on it in the moment, and every time he tells it the story is altered ever so slightly.

I was alone with porn stars in Monte Carlo

I was alone with Loki and Co in Monte Carlo

I was with porn stars AND Loki n Co in Monte Carlo

He’s always been a very unreliable narrator, but this one was particularly on the nose and when it comes to “continuity errors” Gabriel is always aware of them, he does it on purpose because he wants to get caught. We should ask the question, why did it take you three attempts for us to hear this?

He tells his final iteration of the story in grand bright colours, telling feats of his sexual exploits and how good he is at cards, “and then everyone clapped and cheered for me” and then Loki Judas betrays him because Gabriel is so cool and his brothers are so tough and Loki was scared witless and hoping to avoid bloodshed blah blah blah…

Here’s what the real world looks like in comparison to Gabriel’s little fantasy he’s got running here-

This matches the rest of supernatural, this is a realistic portrayal of events through the eyes of Sam and Dean. This is the bitter reality Gabriel is avoiding with his fantastical little displays; he’s a broken little man who is hurt, injured, and scared.

So, Loki tells another variation of this story, yes? Gabriel was the betrayer here, not Loki. Gabriel ran out recklessly and while passing world saving information to the Winchesters, both saving the world AND the vast majority of Loki’s family, he cannot convince Odin to leave and he dies in battle (and like, he would’ve gone to Valhalla can we just unclench a little?). That is why Loki chooses to damn Gabriel to Hell with a very reckless move to attempt to take down an archangel, sell him to a demon, and then cross his fingers and pray his bestie- the 6th most powerful thing in all of creation ever- doesn’t break free from this pitiful demon eventually and come looking for him. But the environment tells another story, look;

It’s the return of the high vibrancy filter, because this room isn’t real, Loki isn’t real, and neither is the story he’s telling. What are the tricksters, if not liars and showboats?

There’s a huge lack in vulnerability which is what they’re both trying to paint over in these scenes to make themselves cool, to make themselves the victim, to make themselves untouchable. Loki tells a half cocked story about the archangel bastard who took his father, completely detached from any real sort of attachment to Gabriel or Odin- even says himself that he hates Odin! And in a story where we know the ending is Gabriel at the hands of Asmodeus he spends ninety nine percent of the story talking about pornstars. They cannot be vulnerable with these outsiders watching them, they also don’t seem to want to admit to themselves what the crux of the issue is here.

They both want to be the ultimate victim of the situation, they’re painting these half done stories trying to convince an audience (Sam and Dean) that doesn’t care that they are right and the other is wrong—

Until they meet each other;

You can lie to everyone, but you can’t lie to yourself.

We’re back, grounded in reality in this moment when they come face to face with each other, the lighting darkens and becomes gritty once more meaning all facades are down and what’s transpiring here between them is without tricks, and there’s an honor in that when it is a battle between two very clever tricksters who could make this endlessly complicated if they wanted to. When they fight, Gabriel is next to silent (listening, or trauma response? You can decide) and Loki does all his talking for Gabriel and Gabriel alone. They have no one to impress here, they sent the Winchesters on a fools errand to have this moment alone creating a tense intimacy where Loki shreds Gabriel’s facades and calls him out for what he truly is and lays out his deep rooted fears and secrets bare, letting us as the outside party they’re unaware of know that what the two of them were here wasn’t some ordinary friendship or half cocked deal out of desperation, but a real and honest bond between two beings terrified, alone, and looking for safety and someone to confide in. They’re each others secret keepers. Long time confidants. Their most trusted. The reason both of them ran to begin with, in a plan that would involve them wrapping themselves so tightly around the other they’d become one in all ways but physical, and promise to keep each other and that secret until death do them part.

It is bloody, and messy, and Loki has no real way of winning this fight because he cannot hurt Gabriel in any way that matters because he’s an archangel and whether he takes damage or not he will live because of the way he was made, only one of them is killable here and only one of them has any intention of killing the other and it’s not Loki. It’s never been Loki. Ever faithful Loki.

They made a vow, and maybe it was childish and unrealistic but that’s what the two of them are by nature are they not? Fickle, childish, and endlessly devoted. To their families, to their lovers, to their fathers, to each other.

Loki should run at this point, if he has any intention of wanting to live. He’s not stupid, he knows Gabriel better than anyone else in the world and Gabriel acknowledges this by how hurt he is emotionally by the way Loki talks about him and the secrets they’ve passed over the thousands of years they’ve known one another. He’s smart enough to know sentiment won’t save him here, it didn’t save his sons, Sleipnir tried that already and it failed spectacularly. Gabriel is here to kill him, and when you take into consideration the wild power imbalance here in this battle what Loki is doing is essentially laying his head down on the chopping block for Gabriel. He’s a smart creature to survive this long, he could be gone if he really wanted to be just like the many times we watched Gabriel disappear.

He doesn’t.

To me, the crux of their story here is abandonment. You left me. Gabriel made the choice to break his vows, and chase after a family he left behind and even though YES it was for a noble reason that is still nothing when it was a personal stab in the back to Loki who also left his family behind to run away with Gabriel and didn’t go for Odin even though the call was put out to Loki to join the gods for the evening.

Loki didn’t go for his family, but Gabriel did.

Loki didn’t go to save his father in an event they were both invited to, Loki had the opportunity to go and save Odin and he chose his bond to Gabriel over saving him. Gabriel discarded his vow and went anyway, and Odin died.

Gabriel betrays Loki, and it’s not that Odin died, it’s that Loki was willing to sacrifice the opportunity to save him and Gabriel couldn’t say the same for his own family. Odin died for nothing, when Loki could’ve been there the whole time to come get him, and he was robbed of that opportunity while Gabriel went behind his back to do exactly that for his family.

Loki was faithful to his own detriment, and Gabriel was not.

Gabriel is punished fairly in Loki’s eyes because this isn’t just about some deadbeat dad (who chained Loki in a cave to torture him). This is a slight of a much more intimate nature. This was a betrayal of the worst kind.

Gabriel is unfaithful.

Everyone knows that Asmodeus is the demon Prince of lust, but in a little more detail that’s not entirely what makes him up. The cardinal sins are the worst because they are what you inflict upon others, an upon your very soul. Lust is something inherent to the condition of just being alive, but the sin is in the act of hurting others and yourself, so the vast majority of what Asmodeus is imagined ruling over is the adulterer, he is most often the one depicted punishing the unfaithful. Loki wasn’t just looking for a way to hurt Gabriel for the sake of inflicting pain, the trickster is never like that. The trickster doesn’t strike just to maim. Loki is sending a very explicit message to Gabriel by giving him to Asmodeus of all people;

“You were unfaithful.”

— Okay, maybe it’s wrong to say that Loki had every right to do what he did because it was definitely still A LOT to do to someone, but it’s far more understandable when the emotional weight of Gabriel’s crime is made clearer. You probably shouldn’t torture anyone ever for any reason— I’m avidly anti-torture— but dick move Gabriel…

And look, yeah they both sleep around and invite porn stars and hookers to the hotel rooms and what not and I certainly will not hang my ‘Gabriel is a bad person here’ hat on the human morality of monogamy because I think it’s shallow and a disservice to the kind of bond the two of them actually have, but there’s an extra added pain in it that Gabriel also turns up for his ex girlfriend in this situation who is willing to betray him for basically a can of pop but not for Loki who will let Odin die to protect Gabriel.

Gabriel comes back, and he offers no apologies because he isn’t capable of learning his lesson, he is selfish by nature (Also the inherent message of the nature of Hell and torture being one that is wholly unnecessary and cruel, punishment never breeds change internal or societal, you can’t change and reform under immense duress it just further traumatises and keeps you locked in the cycle, the system of Hell shouldn’t exist period). Instead, Gabriel comes to kill Loki’s boys so he can watch them struggle and die first before Gabriel delivers the final blow to the man himself. Would you want to live after all of that either, entirely alone without your family or the one who loved and understood you the most- or so you thought?

And could Gabriel live with it either, knowing the punishment didn’t fit the crime but that Loki had a point (see script) and he wasn’t innocent either and it’s cost him everything because now he gets to look at what it was he saved and it’s a brother who seeks him out in the dark just to torment him about his abuse?

And the story ends circular here, devastating me personally even further by twisting the knife.

Gabriel ran away because his family was so horribly broken, and Loki took off with him to escape his torture. Together they made the plan to become one and Gabriel could use Loki’s face and name to hide among the pagans, and his archangel might to take all the hits being thrown Loki’s way and keep him hidden, because no one’s going to fuck with the god who has the freaky new upgrade and just escaped the slammer. Slowly over time what was Gabriel and what was Loki had melded into two very similar personalities, a little different based on their life experiences, but still so the same they were indistinguishable to everyone but each other.

The core difference between them is their life experiences.

Until Gabriel comes back, tail between his knees and asks Loki to please take him back and let him resume playing the ‘Loki’ character, and Loki says sure, and he binds him and and subjects him to torture at the hands of Gabriel’s very own snake in the cave. Mouth stitched shut. “Be me, then,” He says. “Be me in my entirety.”

And Gabriel comes back after this, bitter and angry and he picks up a weapon and he starts knocking Loki’s family down piece by piece, stalking them through the night no matter how far they run, to make sure Loki’s family is as broken as his own before he delivers the final blow to end his life.

Loki’s family as shattered as Gabriel’s, Gabriel as shattered as Loki himself. Fully one in death.

#spn #supernatural #gabriel spn #Loki spn #supernatural s13 #supernatural meta #lokiel #long post #sona’s lore

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talonabraxas · 7 months

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The Soul Body

The soul body generates electromagnetic energy in the form of visible light, which is interconnected with our chakras. This energetic field, often referred as our “aura,” changes based on our emotional or physical well-being. The word aura comes from the Sanskrit words, aur and wer, meaning to “raise or hold suspended.” In yogic tradition, Kundalini energy or “serpent power” rises from the root chakra to the crown.

Serpents are ancient symbols of transformation and growth that represent the harmonious duality of life and death, light and dark, good and evil. In Hebrew, these “serpents of fire and light” were known as seraphim, the angelic beings who protected the “throne of god” in the Seventh Heaven.

In Judaic mysticism, Uriel is the archangel of wisdom, who gave the book of secrets to Metatron. In Kabbalistic thought, this wisdom is the way of the return through the “Tree of Life”.

In Greco-Roman tradition the two serpents on the Caduceus of the messenger gods Hermes and Mercury, were symbols of peaceful power and diplomacy. In alchemy, two serpents represented the balance of opposing forces. This is similar to the Taoist philosophy of yin-yang. Yin is the silvery moon energy (female/night) that receives light. Yang is the golden sun energy (male/day) that penetrates dark. They create life in a harmonious dance between chaos and peace.

By imagining these two serpents of light moving in harmony through the seven worlds of our chakras we can create balance within our self.

Message: This is a time to create balance in all areas of life. If we are feeling stuck or are in chaos, remember that this is temporary, for all things change. Imagine being at peace with change as an opportunity to create a new way of being. By connecting with our chakras, we can improve our internal flow of life force energy, and find the peace we need within us.

“It is not the body, nor the personality, that is the true self. The true Self is eternal. Even on the point of death we can say to ourselves. My true Self is free. I cannot be contained.” – Marcus Aurelius –

Chakra – Color – Seven Worlds

1.Root – Red – Physical World

2. Sacral – Orange – Emotional World

3.Solar Plexus – Yellow – Mythic World

3.Heart – Green – Energetic World

5.Throat – Blue – Past World

6.Third Eye – Violet – Present World

7.Crown – White – Future World

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astroyongie · 10 months

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Angel Work: Introduction and Hierarchy - The Thrones

Angels are powerful spiritual beings, that can accompany us and guide us through our spiritual life on Earth. We may find angels mainly on monotheist religions such as Christianity, Judaism and even Islam.

The Kabbalah was the first religious text where Angels are spoken of. There’s 72 angels regrouped in 9 families. Each of these families is headed by a specific Archangel.

This post as a purpose for you to learn more about Angels. While reading through it, you may find and connect with some of them. I would advice for you to choose a family first and then one angel to start your working. But really, listen to your gut and allow their energy to flow through you.

This trend will have 9 parts, for each family: Seraphims, Cherubins, Thrones, Dominations, Powers, Virtues, Principalities, Archangels and Angels.

Family 3 - The Thrones, lead by Archangel Tsaphkiel

- The Thrones is one of the most important families in the tree of angels, since they represensent the personal and spirituality freedom, they possess the power of Karma and purification. Their powerful goes beyond our understanding

- Tsaphkiel: From his name Tsaphkiel “Completion of God”, that leads the divine justice, the angel of introspection, meditation and contemplation.

- Lauviah

Magic Color: Purple and pink

Emotion: Revelations

Mirror Hour: 00h05

Work With: Dreams - Liberation - Work

Angel Of: Spirituality, Premonition dreams and Clairvoyance

Their Energy: Lauviah energy is attached to the water, and their light goes deep and they protect those who fear the night and its darkness during sleep. It’s a good angel for those who work with clairvoyance and spirituality

- Caliel

Magic Color: Black and light greyn

Emotion: Truth

Mirror Hour: 05h50

Work With: Juridic conflits - Truth - Anguish

Angel Of: Justice, Innocence and Protection

Their Energy: Caliel works very well during the night and little morning so during the night the work to him is being done and the first lights of the morning spread his energy. Good angel that gives great assistance

- Leuviah

Magic Color: Black and Indigo

Emotion: Inteligence

Mirror Hour: 06h06

Work With: Success - Life Path - Choices

Angel Of: Abandonment, Letting go and Strength

Their Energy: Linked with the Sea and fisherman as well, Leuviah is a greater healer when it comes to karma chains of our past lives. He helps learning about the secrets of the world and also against the dark thoughts

- Pahaliah

Magic Color: Pink and red

Emotion: Deliverance

Mirror Hour: 00h06

Work With: Sexuality - Single people - Couples - Victory

Angel Of: Spirituality, Inspiration and Vocations

Their Energy: Pahaliah is a great mentor since it makes you think about your mistakes. They work with relationships, bringing the good and removing the bad. Very attached to the sexual energy.

- Nelchael

Magic Color: Golden and Coral color

Emotion: Learning

Mirror Hour: 00h07

Work With: Relationships - Couples - Success - Protection

Angel Of: Victory and Knowledge

Their Energy: Nelchael work through artistic ways and their energy is very different from others. He helps with innovation and new perceptions, protects the ones that call upon him and clears your path of bad deeds

- Yeiayel

Magic Color: Silver and Yellow

Emotion: Renamed

Mirror Hour: 07h07

Work With: Finances - Success - Protection - Spirituality

Angel Of: Good fortune and Glory

Their Energy: Yeiayel brings glory to those who work with him and pray for him, but working with him also demands to do a lot of communitary and humanitarian work. He also helps on spiritual deeds and development

- Melahel

Magic Color: Green

Emotion: Protection

Mirror Hour: 00h08

Work With: Healing - Medicine - Environment - Magnestism

Angel Of: Healing, Body, Soul and Nature

Their Energy: Malahel is a good healer and it helps those who work for him to reach a perfect balance in all their life and dimensions. They work through kindness and nature, through prayers and offerings.

- Haheuiah

Magic Color: Red and indigo

Emotion: Support

Mirror Hour: 03h33

Work With: Family - Love - Better - Protection - Delinquency

Angel Of: Protection, Love and Family

Their Energy: Haheuiah prayers are strong, they never destroy, they always repair. It helps those with him to express themselves, to find self love and keeps away bad people

#angels #angels work #spirituality #teorgy

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santoschristos · 4 months

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The Principle of Correspondence

“As above, so below; as below, so above.” - The Kybalion.

This Principle embodies the truth that there is always a Correspondence between the laws and phenomena of the various planes of Being and Life. The old Hermetic axiom ran in these words: “As above, so below; as below, so above.” And the grasping of this Principle gives one the means of solving many a dark paradox, and hidden secrets of Nature. There are planes beyond our knowing, but when we apply the Principle of Correspondence to them we are able to understand much that would otherwise be unknowable to us. This Principle is of universal application and manifestation, on the various planes of the material, mental, and spiritual universe; it is a Universal Law. The ancient Hermetists considered this Principle as one of the most important mental instruments by which man was able to pry aside the obstacles which hid from view the Unknown. Its use even tore aside the Veil of Isis to the extent that a glimpse of the face of the goddess might be caught. Just as a knowledge of the Principles of Geometry enables man to measure distant suns and their movements, while seated in his observatory, so a knowledge of the Principle of Correspondence enables Man to reason intelligently from the Known to the Unknown. Studying the monad, he understands the archangel.

Image: “Boulevard Dream” by the_real_darius_2

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trashyswitch · 5 months

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'Gargalesis'

The Intruder has many questions for Archangel Gabriel...and he is not in the mood to be undermined. So Archangel Gabriel tells the Intruder of a strange weakness that is only ever used to make Intruders comply...but the spilling of this secret comes with dire consequences.

This fanfic will have implications of suicide and murder. It is only in the beginning, and it eventually gets thrown aside. So, please be mindful as you read. Next, this fanfiction includes a whole bunch of big words you may not know. Thesaurus was my best friend while making this fanfic, as I wanted to show the characters as much more 'abstract' and 'complicated'. So if you find this fanfic really hard to read, that's okay. It's somewhat supposed to be. Make sure you have your dictionary (and your biblical knowledge) out for this one. You'll need it.

This fanfic was suggested by two anonymous users on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy! This one was incredibly interesting to write. Worth the countless hours I spent on it.

The Intruder showed itself to Archangel Gabriel, showing no fear. Gabriel stared at the intruder with a skin-crawling smile. The unspeakable appeared to be unphased by the Doppelgänger’s appearance, which was abnormally stretched and bug-eyed.

Though the Intruder knew Gabriel was stronger than it, the Intruder held itself up with a sense of pride. “Hello, Gabriel.” He greeted.

“Intruder…” Gabriel said. “We meet again. Are you enjoying yourself, toying with the victim?” Gabriel asked him.

“It has been a treat…it is a shame my fun was cut short so soon.” Intruder muttered.

“Humans are blind to the suffering of others. It will take ages for the victim to be found.” Gabriel added.

The intruder looked around at the mass panic that filled the town of Mandela County. “The people are growing weary…The victims are scared of their own shadow…People are dying…Children are traumatized by the intruder on the television…The government has foolishly put a ban on televisions and devices…though we both know that will never stop us…” The intruder mentioned to Archangel Gabriel. “The police are chasing their own tails, unable to solve the mystery of the missing children and the endless suicides…It is a fascinating turn of events.” The intruder told Gabriel.

“I see…You have done well thus far, 6.” Archangel Gabriel told it.

“Must we do anything more with Cesar?” The intruder asked.

“No…We must wait until Adam arrives at the stranger's home with Jonah.” Gabriel told him. “We have tricked Adam and Jonah into going to the woman’s house for a few nights. That will give us plenty of time for you to make yourself known to Adam.” Gabriel told him.

The intruder thought for a moment. “You desire to end all of humanity…and yet, you delay our process too often…Must you make us ceaselessly wait for the perfect moment?” The intruder asked.

“Yes…Patience is the key to true destruction. With patience comes unpredictability…and with unpredictability comes our success.” Gabriel told him. “Why must you ask? Are you unable to hold on much longer?” Gabriel asked.

“The alternates are tiresome and disquieted by your games.” The intruder told them.

“What about you? Are you perturbed as well?” Gabriel asked.

“Indeed.” The intruder replied. “I fail to see how much destruction we are truly doing to humanity. All these centuries of patience, and only now do we see significant progress.” The intruder explained.

“Do you lack trust in Satan himself?” Archangel Gabriel asked.

The intruder looked at Gabriel with shock. “Never, my prince of darkness…I would never lose trust in my devoted leader.” The intruder replied.

“Then you will prove yourself and do as I please. Or else…there will be considerable punishment.” Archangel Gabriel told it.

The intruder nodded its head and looked down, refusing to argue with its leader any further. Archangel Gabriel has argued his point, and will refuse any more words on the subject. The Intruder called up its fellow doppelgängers and watched as Gabriel ordered them to visit more children and terrify more people.

When the rest of the Doppelgängers were gone, the intruder flew to Archangel Gabriel in search of another question. “How do you simply recognize the perfect time to continue with your plans?” The intruder asked it.

“You wish to know my secrets…” Gabriel smiled evilly. “Very well.” Gabriel looked towards the world. “There is no physical feeling for such understanding. What is required is to know the correct time. It is too complicated for you to understand.” Gabriel explained. “I know who I am working alongside. I know my enemy like I know my right hand.” Gabriel explained. “At the same time, I also know exactly who you are.” Gabriel turned to look at the intruder. “You are a follower…a lowly doppelgänger meant to complete the dirty work of this revolution.” Gabriel told it.

The intruder narrowed its buggy eyes. “Just a lowly doppelgänger…is that all I am?” The intruder asked.

“Hmm…You appear displeased by this truth. What would you call yourself?” Gabriel asked.

“The facade…the bloodied hands behind the destruction of mankind.” The intruder replied.

“Hm…While that does seem fitting…it makes my work in this ‘destruction’ seem unimportant.” Gabriel told the intruder.

“You do not see your own importance…For you are the foreseer. The observer, if you will…The brain behind the destruction of humankind.” The intruder explained. “Though we have made your visions come true…without your wisdom, there would be no complete objective for us to focus on.” The intruder told Gabriel. “Your attempts to elucidate our differences, is merely inefficacious…pointless… or ineffective, if you will.” Gabriel told the intruder. “For there are many more distinctions that separate you and I.” He told the intruder. “Though you travel between the currents of technological gadgets…you lack aeronautics…or rather, flight.” Gabriel mentioned. “You also lack my staggering ability to make more alternates to accompany you and your associates.” Gabriel mentioned before summoning a brand new Type 3 alternate and sending it down to scare more humans down on earth. “You may have stolen the lives of over 3,426 children and created mass panic throughout the county of Mandela…but you have not come close to preventing the second coming of Christ.” Gabriel explained to him.

The intruder frowned as it listened to Gabriel’s words. “You are no more powerful than the enemy itself. You are a mere speck in the hands of the enemy.” The intruder reminded Gabriel. “Excuse me?” Gabriel asked, flying closer to the intruder.

“You may have succeeded in preventing the second coming of Christ…but you failed to prevent Noah from building the ark…and as a result…” The intruder lifted its head slightly to appear dominant as Gabriel stared it down. “Humanity has continued to live for several more millenia…keeping God’s plan in motion and forcing us to reconsider what lies ahead.” The intruder explained.

“Are you scrutinizing your creator?” He asked, both surprised and angry with the intruder.

The intruder showed Gabriel a toothy smile. “I am pointing out your failures thus far. How can your demons trust that you will not fail again?” The intruder asked.

Gabriel looked the intruder up and down…before smirking in an almost evil fashion. “You fail to remember one little weakness I have provided all my creations…” Archangel Gabriel told it.

“A weakness?” The intruder asked.

“Have I never told you?” Gabriel asked.

“Please don’t make me laugh. Humans have fought us for centuries…and yet all of them have failed. Therefore: I have no weakness.” The intruder muttered aloud.

“Perhaps a little allusion is needed.” Gabriel offered before backing up slightly. “Reveal your weakness to me.” Gabriel called out into the air confidently.

Suddenly, white lights without a source, began highlighting different spots on the intruder’s being. It highlighted spots on its abdomen, its neck, and even its feet. And it appeared that certain spots were a more dirty gray, while other spots were more bright white. This told Gabriel everything he needed to know.

“What…” The intruder looked around at itself, confused. “What is this? Where is the illumination coming from?” The intruder asked, looking around for a source to the light and shadows on its being.

Gabriel flew up to the intruder, and showed its white, glowing hands to him. “I suppose I failed to inform you…” Gabriel poked the right side of the intruder’s abdomen. “Of a weakness every doppelgänger has been cursed with…” He scratched two fingers on the abdomen, watching up at the intruder as its face morphed into surprise. “A weakness…that makes a doppelgänger exhibit the most wretched of all involuntary responses.”

The intruder gasped and widened its eyes in shock. What in the- what is this?! Why does he feel a need to contort its body? And why are these convulsions followed up by…the sensation to…laugh? It’s hard to keep it in! The need to laugh is growing stronger! No! Stop that!

“Confused, 6?” Gabriel asked with a wide smile on its face.

“No! Nohoho! Whahat ihis thihihis?!” The intruder asked, closing its eyes shut as it began to fail to hold the laughter in.

“It is an involuntary response invented by Yahweh, to make humans laugh in pleasure. Though that was Yahweh’s intent when creating such a response, humans have often taken advantage of the involuntary response and used it in…not-so-pleasurable situations.” Gabriel told it. “Though he is my enemy, I do applaud Yahweh’s invention and found the inspiration to include this involuntary response in my creations.” Gabriel told the intruder. “You, however…are the first alternate to experience its true potential.” Gabriel told it.

“HAhahahaha! Hahahahehehehe! Hahahaha!” The intruder laughed, wiggling around and holding its hand inches from Gabriel’s hand.

“So tell me, 6: How does this feel?” Gabriel asked, before adding a third finger to the alternate’s abdomen. “HahahAHAHA! IHIHIT FEEEHEHEHEEELS STRAHAhahahange! HAhahahaha- IHIHI CAHAN’T STOP LAHAHAHAUGHIHIHING!” The intruder reacted.

“Does the inability to control your laughter…bother you in any way?” Gabriel asked.

“HAHAhahahaha- Ihihi- Ihihihihi dohon’t knohohohow! Hehehehahaha!” The intruder responded. “Ihi- I- I ca-cahan’t tahahalk lihike thihihihis-!” The intruder complained.

“Oh 6, you are doing well. Do not attempt to stop the laughter. It will only disappoint me.” Gabriel told it.

“Whahahahat ihihis ihit cahahahalled?” The intruder asked.

“Oh! Well…Humans have given it many names. The Arabic people have called it دغدغة, while the Israelites have called it לְדַגדֵג…Germany has called it kitzeln, while traditional China has called it Sāoyǎng.” Gabriel explained before adding a 4th finger to the abdomen.

“HahahaHAHAHA! NOHOHO! NOHOHOT ANOHOHOTHEHER!” The intruder yelled.

“Though the most common name for this involuntary response in this world posterior to Yeshua…is in English…” Gabriel explained. “The first word is the medical term invented by G. Stanley Hall and Arthur Allin, which is ‘Gargalesis’.” Gabriel explained. “And the typical word, the word used most often in modern English, is ‘tickling’.” Gabriel told the intruder.

“Whahat aha strahahange wohohord.” The intruder reacted.

“Yes, it really is a strange word. I will say, humans have come up with interesting ways of linking their words to their meaning.” Gabriel mentioned as he added another finger to the abdomen.

“HahahaHAHAHA! NOHOHO! NOHOHOT ANOHOHOTHEHER!” The intruder yelled, doubling over, and blocking Gabriel from going anywhere else on his abdomen.

Thankfully though, Gabriel didn’t need to stop tickling just yet…for the intruder had given him free access to another ticklish spot on its form: the neck. “I suppose I shall invite myself to go here next?” Gabriel asked as he started tickling its fingers against the side of the intruder’s neck.

The intruder scrunched up its shoulders and started letting out rather mortifying giggles. “eeEEEHEHEHEEEEee! Ihihihit feheheels dihihifferehehehent!” The intruder reacted.

“Tell me, oh wise intruder…Is this ticklish spot worse? Or better than the abdomen?” Gabriel asked it.

“Hehehehe- Behehetteheherhrhrr! Ihihit feheheels fuhuhunnyhy.” The intruder told Gabriel. “Is that so?” Gabriel reacted, somewhat surprised to hear such a reaction. “I wonder if tickling this side at the same time…” Gabriel tickled both sides of the intruder’s neck, so it couldn’t cover up any spots. “-would make it any more unbearable.” Gabriel thought aloud.

The intruder leaned its head back and let out higher-pitched giggles that quickly turned itself into lower-pitched cackles. “HAHAhahahaha! Ihihihi dohohon’t knohohohow!” The intruder reacted.

“You don’t know?” Gabriel asked. “My, I can only imagine that this is the most unsure you have ever been in your entire existence!” Gabriel reacted, in almost a teasy tone.

“Whyhyhyhy dohoho yohohou tahahalk lihike thahahat?!” The intruder asked.

“Whatever do you mean?” Gabriel asked for clarification.

“Yohohour tohohone ohof vohohohoice! Ihihit is frightenihihing mehehehe!” The intruder clarified.

“Oh dear me…Have I failed to explain ‘teasing’ to you as well?” Gabriel asked. “How unfortunate…” Gabriel moved his fingers closer to the back of the intruder’s neck, tickling right where the human spine was supposed to be located.

“Wahahait- BAHAHAHAHA! OHOHO NOHOHOHO!” The intruder grabbed at Gabriel’s hands desperately…only to find its hands were moving through Gabriel’s tickling fingers! “WHAHAHAT-?!” The intruder shouted.

“I am afraid I do not have time to fully explain what teasing is.” Gabriel smirked evilly. “I am going to have to let you discover the true power of a ticklish tease on your own time.” Gabriel explained to it.

“BUHUHUHUHUT-” The intruder squeaked. “IHIHIHIT’S MAHAHAKING ME BAHAHASHFUHUHULLL!” The intruder complained.

“Yes, that is the point of a tease…to make a human, or an alternate, bashful and flustered.” Gabriel explained slightly.

“IHIHIHIHI- HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” The intruder cackled helplessly.

“You are exceptionally loud.” Gabriel stopped his fingers. “Perhaps I should leave this ticklish spot alone?” Gabriel offered, tickling the spot a little extra so the intruder knew what he was talking about.

“PLEHEHEHEASE DOHOHOHO! IHIHI CAHAHAN’T TAHAHAKE IHIT! PLEHEEEHEHEHEASE!” The intruder pleaded.

“Oh? I see the intruder has begun to express remorse for its disrespectful actions.” Gabriel reacted.

“YEHESSSS! IHIHI’M SORRYHYHY! IHI’M SOHOHOHORRYYY!” The intruder told Gabriel.

“Oh, I see! An apology! What an interesting turn of events.” Gabriel teased. “Though I do accept your apology, I am curious as to how apologetic you really are.” Gabriel admitted. “Tell me…Do you regret messing with your superior?” Gabriel asked it.

“YEHEHEHESS! IHIHI DOHOHOOOO!” The intruder responded.

“Will you ever resume contradicting my actions in the future?” Gabriel asked it.

“NONONOHOHO! IHIHI WOHON’T!” The intruder yelled.

“Do you promise to comply with my demands?” Gabriel asked next.

“YEHEHES! IHIHI- HAHAHA- IHIHIHI PROMIHIHIHISE!” The intruder yelled back.

Gabriel smirked to himself and removed his fingers. The intruder had lowered its body down, looking limp and exhausted. But despite what it looked like, the intruder wasn’t tired…for doppelgängers do not get physically tired like humans do. Gabriel knew that this was merely a tactic to make him feel remorse towards one of his creations. Though the observer didn’t feel any remorse towards the intruder, he did feel he had gotten his point across successfully.

“Ihi…ihi can see why humans have used gargalesis to their advantage…” The intruder admitted.

“Do you require any more questions from me, 6?” Gabriel asked.

“Yes, my creator.” The intruder replied. “I have two more questions to ask before I take my leave.” it told Gabriel.

Gabriel looked away. “Very well.” He subtly encouraged the intruder to ask its question.

“Are other alternates equally able to experience gargalesis?” The intruder asked.

“Yes, I believe so. Though doppelgängers are the most sensitive out of all the alternates.” Gabriel replied. “It is a necessity so they may fit in with the mortal beings of earth.” Gabriel explained.

“And…you are a type 2 alternate, correct?” The intruder asked.

“Yes…I am.” Gabriel replied, narrowing its eyes suspiciously. “What are you implying?”

The intruder smiled. “I am implying that you did not directly take inspiration from Yahweh when you modified your creations to…experience gargalesis.” The intruder explained. “Perhaps…you experience gargalesis yourself due to Yahweh…and as a result, you see its benefits and its destruction.” The intruder explained, getting closer to Gabriel. “Perhaps you did not want to be alone in enduring such an incomprehensible feeling.” The intruder explained as it moved its fingers closer to Gabriel’s abdomen.

Gabriel didn’t do anything to stop the intruder from toying with him. This action alone, began to tell the intruder all it needed to know: It was correct in its proposition. The intruder wiggled a few fingers against Gabriel’s abdomen, hoping to see Gabriel contort his body like the intruder had done beforehand. And the intruder widened its toothy smile the moment Gabriel bent its upper body backwards slightly and let out some surprised fits of laughter. “Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!” Gabriel started hugging its abdomen and shaking its head. “Hehehehehe- Sssstohohop! Thahahat’s ehenohohough!” Gabriel ordered.

“I apologize, my prince of darkness…but I am beginning to understand why inflicting gargalesis on another being is incredibly amusing.” The intruder told Gabriel. “Whyhyhy muhust yohohou dohohoho thihihihis?!” Gabriel asked.

“I continue to tickle you because I find your reactions quite captivating.” The intruder admitted. “I fail to keep a smile off my face while you laugh like this. It is endearing.” The intruder expressed.

“Muhuhust yohohou dohohoho thihis to mehehehe?” Gabriel asked.

“Indeed, my creator. I am rather enjoying seeing you laugh like this.” The intruder spoke to him. “Perhaps you could express your genuine laughter a little more often?” The intruder offered.

“Ihihihi reheject yohohour nohotion!” Gabriel argued.

“Very well. I suppose the idea was too good to be true.” The intruder admitted as it stopped its fingers.

Gabriel’s laughter slowed down to just slow breathing rather quickly. Gabriel dusted himself off as best he could, before turning to the intruder. “You are a very bold and dull-witted doppelgänger.” Gabriel warned it. “If you attempt to even whisper this secret to your associates, I will make sure you are rightfully terminated.” Gabriel ordered.

“Your secret is safe with me, my prince.” The intruder responded.

Gabriel turned to look at the earth. “Begone. I need to think.” Gabriel ordered.

The intruder left Gabriel alone, and ventured down to the earth to resume its duties. Though it was quite amusing, the intruder had a strong feeling that Gabriel would never let it near him, let alone touch him again. The intruder had promised Gabriel to keep this secret hidden from every alternate...and as a reward, Gabriel would resume its silence on the doppelgängers’ secret weakness. Only 1 doppelgänger knew of this secret…and that was how they intended to keep it.

#abstract #mid-vol. 2 (the mandela catalogue)#doppleganger #yahweh #curiosity #fascinating #big words #ticklefic #switch!intruder #switch!gabriel

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thefallennightmare · 4 months

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Mercy-two

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Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Fallen Angel!OC

Warnings: swearing, angst, fluff, smut, mythological talk, violence.

Authors Notes: I hope you all enjoy what I have planned for this story because it's going to be amazing!

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LETHIA

I stood before the old, cracked, mirror, completely bare, and a scowl stared back at me as I took in my new appearance. I felt off; wrong, and despised the darkness that encompassed the room. I held my hand out in front of me to look at the long black nails; sharp as knives. My gaze then took in the sight of the wings that protruded from my shoulder blades and a sob left my lips when I realized that I didn’t look like myself. The ink that covered my arms had no true meaning or designs but one held my gaze longer than the others.

It was on my ribs and the design was of a snake wrapping around a hand that held an apple. I titled my head in confusion at it, unsure as to why this design was the one that stood out to me so much.

Up in the kingdom, my hair was down to my back in golden waves, my nails were short nubs, and my skin was pure with no ink. But I wasn’t sure what I was more afraid of, my wings or my eyes.

My eyes were blood red as I stared at myself in the mirror. It was as if pure evil was in my presence.

The devil.

My body shook at the thought, not knowing where that word came from, and the noise my wings made echoed throughout the abandoned building I was holed up in. The wings that I felt disgusted by. Angels were known by their wings and everyone knew of my bright golden ones. But now, the darkness that caused my fall had taken over every aspect of my form.

My wings were black as the night sky but seemed to almost glow in the darkness of the building. What used to be soft and weightless was now heavy and jagged as it felt like a crushing weight against my back. I wrapped them around myself, hiding underneath the dark feathers, and I let out a shuddering breath. I despised the way I looked now and turned my back to the mirror, refusing to look at myself any longer.

During my time in the Kingdom, I never was present when angels fell but I heard many stories. In all of them, an angel never changed during their fall. They lost their wings but their looks remained the same. Throughout the entire history of angels and the Kingdom, as far as I knew, I was the only angel that drastically changed.

Was it because I went against the King? Was it because of who I found myself in bed with before my fall?

I didn’t know where I went from here, unsure of the path I needed to follow. Since creation, I followed some sort of leader or order but now my purpose didn’t matter.

Through all the doubt and confusion, there was one thing I knew I needed to do. I sat with my legs crossed and took a deep breath while letting my eyes flutter shut. I’d been in this place for the last few days, hiding away from the outside world, as I tried to center myself. Even though I was upset with the way my appearance changed from the fall, I was glad that my powers remained; especially the fact that I was able to become aware of my surroundings. I was in a different time period and while at first, I felt different, an outcast among mortals, with hours spent dream walking I was able to learn more about where I fell.

The cool air brushed along my bare skin, my nipples perking, as I let out a long breath, finally feeling weightless when the scene in front of me changed. No longer was I sitting in the abandoned building but instead, I was standing in front of yet another mirror, still naked. I looked in the reflection of the glass seeing a bed behind me with orange lights glowing from behind it. There was a figure sitting at the edge of it with a piece of fabric wrapped around his waist and water dripped from the long strands of his hair.

The window to the bedroom was open and a crow perched itself on the sill of it, cawing when our gazes locked. I’d seen this crow many times before when I dreamed walked, almost as if it was my familiar.

With another caw from the bird, the man on the bed snapped his head, brown eyes drinking me in as I shifted on my feet and when his hand extended towards me, I studied the tattoos that seemed to cover every inch of skin.

“Lethia.”

I twitched as if hearing my name on his lips awoke something within me.

“Come here.”

Instantly, he pulled me into his lap and my hands rested on his shoulders. It wasn’t only his hands that were tattooed, almost every inch of his chest, stomach, and arms were as well.

He brushed the hair from my face but I kept my gaze cast away from him, not wanting him to see the darkness behind them.

“Don’t hide from me, Lethia. I want to see those eyes.”

A finger lifted my chin where briefly our gazes locked and my heart beat widely in my chest. His name weighed heavy on my tongue but I refused to say it. He licked his lips before they pressed delicate kisses along my jawline, down to my neck, and I sucked in a breath when he used his grip on my hips to move me back and forth on his lap. The fabric that covered his bottom half did nothing to hide the outline of his cock as it pressed against my heated core.

“Say my name,” he rasped in the crook of my neck leaving bites against the skin.

I did my best to shake my head as a moan fell from my lips. Unlike outside of the dream state, I was able to feel his touch; his fingers gripping my hips, his teeth scraping along the pulse point of my neck, and the head of his cock breaking free from the fabric and sliding against my folds.

There were many times in the kingdom that I found myself intimate with other angels, my most recent lover the reason for my fall, but something with him was different. The way my heart pounded so hard in my chest, I could hear it in my ears. Or the way my stomach burned with desire and spread through my entire essence.

“Say it,” he poised the head of his cock at my entrance.

I shook my head. “No.”

A grunt sounded from the back of his throat before he switched our positions so he was leaning over me while I lay beneath him. My fingers quickly worked through the long strands of his still-damp hair, marveling at the softness of them. Intense eyes stared down at me, lip caught between his teeth.

“You’re an angel.”

“Shit,” I mewled when he finally pressed his cock between my folds, filling me up completely.

Not giving me a second to breathe, he began slamming into me with such force I scratched my nails down the tattoos of his chest and stomach to try and grab onto something.

“Say. It.” He punctuated each word with a hard snap of his hips.

His fingers linked through mine and held our intertwined hands above my head. The fire burning from his eyes was almost too much to take so I dropped my gaze lower to his neck and I sucked in a breath at the tattoo.

A snake wrapped around a hand that held an apple.

The pad of his thumb brushed against my swollen clit in fast circles and my toes curled as the orgasm washed over me in a tidal wave, his name finally falling from my lips.

“Noah.”

My eyes snapped open with a choked breath as I nearly stumbled over in my position on the floor. I was back in the abandoned building, alone, and quickly rose to my feet while trying to gain my composure. When I dreamwalked in the past, there never was a set destination, only going where my brain and heart guided me. I wasn't sure why it led me to the man who saved me a few nights ago.

My skin prickled with desire, the feel of Noah still heavy on my senses, and I squeezed my legs together hoping it would kill the ache in my core. It wasn’t uncommon for angels to lay with other angels; I had before, more recently with Lucifer. Which, some above in the Kingdom would say that’s the reason why I fell.

But with this mortal, Noah, something felt different inside of me. An unknown heat burned my entire soul at the mere thought of him. Although I couldn’t feel his physical touch, his emotional touch hindered me in the most confusing ways.

With a deep breath and a roll of my shoulders, my wings sank into my back while I reached for the jeans and shirt I stole from the store around the block. I quickly got dressed and slipped into my black boots. I tried not to let the thoughts of those brown eyes and the tattoo on his neck hinder me from my current mission.

I needed to find a church.

NOAH

My feet pounded lightly against the pavement as I left my car parked in the street, ready to meet up with the guys for a late lunch. I’d been in the studio most of the day and when Jolly called about getting something to eat, my stomach growled in agreement before I could.

“You need to get out of the house, Noah. You’ve been locked in the studio the last three days.”

I didn’t bother arguing with Jolly because it was true. The old, battered, notebook I used to write my lyrics never left my side the last few days, my current page being bookmarked by the long black feather; the one Lethia left behind in her wake. The image, the thought of her taking over every part of me. Even in my dreams, she felt so real. The touch of her, the scent of her, and her sweet sounds especially the dream I had mere hours ago felt so fucking real. Even the crow that watched us from my window.

I was still perplexed as to why for the last few weeks I kept dreaming of Lethia, long before even meeting her. And why ever since I did meet her, the dreams felt more intense; real.

Running a hand through my hair, I rounded the block and pushed past the large crowds of people that poured out from the bar, stumbling into the streets; dressed to the nines in costume. With Halloween a couple of weeks away, some of the local bars were having Costume Nights, hence what I was seeing right now. There was a sudden commotion just past the group of people and I stopped at what I saw.

“What the fuck,” I muttered the curse into my hand as I rubbed my jaw.

Lethia was standing at the corner of the block with her hands wrapped around a man's wrist.

“What gives you the right to say those vulgar words to me?” the anger in her voice radiated down the block.

The man, dressed in a white toga and golden leaf crown, tried to rip his arm from Lethia’s grip but hissed out in pain.

“Those jeans do wonders for your ass, sweetheart. Those tits are begging to be grabbed.”

A scowl pulled on her lips. “Mortals. You’re disgusting. You all think you’re owed anything you desire.”

“I’ll give you whatever you desire,” the man traced a finger down her face.

Jealousy stabbed my chest seeing how close he was to Lethia but before I could step in, she had twisted his arm over her head, causing him to flip over onto his back, slamming into the pavement below. He tried to fight it but Lethia simply stepped on his chest, keeping him locked in place with her boot.

“What the fuck,” he struggled.

Lethia pressed the heel of her boot harder into his chest. “I should eviscerate you, right here. In front of your friends who simply can’t stand up for you. How pathetic.”

One of the guys’ friends snuck up behind Lethia to try and wrap an arm around her neck to pull her away but she must have heard or sensed him because she whipped around, knocking him back with elbow.

“Fucking bitch!” The second guy cried out, clutching his bloody nose.

Toga guy scrambled to his feet but Lethia was two steps ahead of him and kicked him in the nose, knocking him back down.

“How is she so strong?” Toga guy spat out blood.

Hearing the crowd next to me muttering something about calling the police, I cursed and pushed my way through, knowing that if I didn’t do something soon, Lethia would be in a position she couldn’t fight her way out of.

“What the fuck!” She screamed as I quickly scooped her up, tossing her over my shoulder. “Unhand me! NOW!”

Her hands smacked against my back but not wanting to risk staying around the mess of bodies at my feet, I quickly ran back down the block toward my car.

“Can you stop smacking me?” I grunted while shifting her position on my shoulder.

“LET ME GO!” Lethia tried to knee me in the gut but I wrapped my arm tighter around her legs, keeping her locked in place.

It took a bit of trouble but I managed to reach for my keys to unlock my car just as I walked up. Yanking the door open, I gently dropped Lethia into the front seat, her feet kicking widely at me.

“I swear to gods if you don’t stop kicking me, I’m going to leave you here to deal with those assholes on your own,” I said with agitation.

It was a lie. I had zero intentions of leaving her here with them, even if she could handle herself.

Lethia halted her thrashing for a moment, tilting her head up towards me as I leaned over the car.

“Gods? What Gods? There is only one King,” she said.

Sudden commotion from where we just came from caught my attention and I saw Toga guy and friend frantically looking around.

“Shit,” I cursed while quickly buckling Letha into her seat.

“What is this contraption? Why can’t I move?”

Ignoring her shouts, I shut the door and ran across to the driver's side, easily slipping behind the wheel. Thankfully I was able to drive away without the two guys noticing Lethia was in my front seat.

“What the hell was that about?” I asked, glancing at her briefly.

She kept pulling on her seatbelt. “Those men said such vulgar things. I couldn’t allow them to get away with it.

The sound of the blinker echoed in my car as I turned left, our destination unknown.

“I’m pretty sure you broke both of their noses,” I chuckled.

“I would have done more if you didn’t pull me away,” Lethia grumbled under her breath, the seatbelt snapping against her chest.

She didn’t even flinch.

“You need to let me out of whatever this thing is.”

I raised a brow. “Have plans?”

Her red eyes assessed every inch of my car before her gaze fell on the side of my face.

“None that concern you,” Lethia replied flatly.

I hummed while pulling the car to a stop at a red light. My fingers drummed against the steering wheel as silence filled the tiny space between us. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched as Lethia stared straight out through the windshield of the car.

“Do all mortal men have staring problems?” Her lips were pulled in a tight line.

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep my smirk away. “I’ve never seen eyes your color before.”

When the light turned green, I began driving again, hoping Lethia would give me an inclination on where she wanted to go.

“There’s quite a lot you don’t know about me, Noah,” she clicked her tongue on her teeth.

My cock twitched in my jeans at the way my name sounded on her lips and I shifted in the seat, my knuckles turning white from how hard I was grasping the steering wheel.

I cleared my throat. “I’m glad to see your injuries healed up nicely.”

“I said they would, didn’t I?” Lethia smugly smiled.

Ignoring her witty remark, I pulled into a parking lot. She gazed up out of the window at the large yellow M sign.

“Mephistopheles?”

“No,” I shook my head with furrowed brows. “Mcdonalds. I thought you might be hungry.”

She fell back into her seat. “I don’t eat.”

I continued to stare at her, confusion etched in my bones. This was only our second meeting and every time she either said or did something that made me question where she came from.

“I know you said you weren’t hungry but what if-.”

Lethia suddenly sat forward. “Is that a church”

With narrowed eyes, I followed her finger as she pointed to a building across the street.

“Uh-yeah?” I answered with hesitation.

“Thank you,” she gave a curt nod then all but scrambled out of my car.

“Wait,” I followed her movements by walking in front of the car.

But it was too late, Lethia was already halfway down the block.

“Where are you going?” I called after her.

“I need to talk to the King!” She waved a hand over her shoulder and then slipped into the sudden darkness that encased the church.

I never pegged her to be the religious type, needing to talk to her king this late in the evening but then again, I didn’t know much about her to begin with.

My feet went to follow but the buzzing from my pocket halted me and when I peered at the screen, I knew I couldn’t ignore this. With a long sigh, I got back into my car, Lethia still heavy on my mind.

LETHIA

I sat in the long, beaten, pew, and stared up at the altar where a lone statue of Jesus stood. His arms spread wide as if it was accepting everyone’s sin with a stone face; literally. A low scowl pulled on my lips as I glared at the statue.

“I don’t understand why your creation was more important than ours. The King always favored you more than us.”

An ear-ringing silence filled the large space of the church as I continued to sit there, waiting for any kind of sign from above.

“I’ve followed you since my creation. I was your number one for as long as I can remember. However, you cast me out because I loved someone other than you? We were all your children but didn’t think twice about turning your back on me.”

I sat forward with a start, hands gripping the pew in front of me and my long black nails dug into the wood.

“Why did you cast me in a different time? Is this punishment?”

The only noise in the church was the sound of the old building creaking with the blowing wind from outside.

“Fuck, give me some sort of answer!” I bellowed, my voice echoing.

More silence and that’s what finally made me rise to my feet with a start and I spat on the floor.

“Why did I think I’d get any answers from you? I’ll figure this out on my own.”

Turning my back to the altar, my footsteps bounced off the marble walls as I pushed open the doors of the church, bounding down the steps with newfound adrenaline. It was foolish of me to think I’d get the answers I deserved in a building that was built for two things; worship and greed.

My fire eyes stared straight ahead as I pushed my way through the bodies of mortals whose problems paled in comparison to mine. My mind was filled with so many different things, that I hadn’t realized I walked straight into a body, never feeling his touch, until my voice was called; quite loudly.

“Lethia!”

My gaze snapped up towards those familiar brown eyes, filled with warmth and concern.

I was wrapped in one of his arms, although I couldn’t feel it, I knew his fingers were grazing over my lower back; I felt it in my heart.

“Are you alright? You look pretty upset,” Noah asked.

His scent tickled my nose and it brought back memories of when I walked in his dream earlier. I was able to feel everything in his dream; his touch, his lips on my skin, his cock as it buried deep inside of me, and my orgasm as it ripped through me.

But here, in the flesh, I couldn’t feel any part of him on my skin. My lip quivered because out of all the confusion on where my life went moving forward, what dug the knife deeper into my chest was the fact I couldn’t feel him.

He’s a mortal! Why does my heart yearn for him in ways I don’t understand?

“Are you following me? It seems like everywhere I turn, you’re there!” I snapped, ripping myself from his embrace.

Something flashed in his eyes. “I promise you, I��m not.”

The tattoo on his neck caught my attention as it peaked through the hood of his black sweater and I felt my hands twitch at my sides. My long nails practically begged me to dig into the bright-colored ink because it mirrored the one on my ribs. There had to be some kind of connection between us, hence why I thought of Noah when I fell and how easily it was to walk into his dream earlier. Not to mention our matching tattoos.

His long hair was pulled back, only a few strands falling into the soft features of his face, and it was then that I noticed the large bag on his shoulder.

“What’s that?” I motioned towards it.

“My guitar,” Noah shifted it on his back.

“Guitar?”

“Yeah,” he nodded with a faint smile. “You know, for music.”

Music.

“You play- music?” I spoke slowly.

“Yeah, I have a band. Bad Omens.”

The proud smile on his face made something flutter in the pits of my stomach and I shifted on my feet at the uncomfortable and unknown feeling.

“Do you know Luce, then? He used to play music all the time for me.” I wondered.

If the King couldn’t give me the answers I sought, I knew Lucifer would if I found him.

Noah’s brows furrowed. “The name doesn't sound familiar, sorry.”

Cursing, I ran a hand through my hair, it still shocked me that my hands smacked my shoulder instead of continuing to run through long longs. The short length would take time to get used to.

“Why don’t you let me take you home? It’s getting kind of late.” He suggested.

I waved him off. “I was kicked out of my home.”

Noah’s jaw dropped slightly. “So, where are you staying then?”

Movement over his shoulder caught my eyes and I sucked in a breath; familiar emerald eyes staring back at me. They were calling me in, pulling my soul back to his. Black strands of his hair were combed back, further showcasing those bright eyes. His olive-colored skin I spent many nights in the Kingdom kissing sparkled under the moonlight.

“Lethia, come home.” His deep rich voice spoke to me.

“Lucifer,” I breathed.

Noah’s face twitched. “What?”

Ignoring him, I pushed past him and through the sea of people, trying to reach Lucifer until his form vanished with the blowing wind.

#tina talks #noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian smut #noah sebastian angst #noah sebastian x fallenangel!oc #mercy noah sebastian

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Beg For It (Archangel Gabriel/Reader)

Misleading title. This is both smut and humor? Idk what to label this fic as except the reader bugging Gabriel and eventually getting what they want.

Both actually

I think y’all will like it. Half of this was actually from a writing prompt a while back. It’s nothing explicit, trust me. Enjoy.

ao3 link!

You were starving, for anything really. The cabinets were empty and the cravings were real.

It was a Thursday, which meant your alternate boyfriend spent the night studying until you’d drag him to bed. It would be rude of you to interrupt Gabriel’s studies, literally playing with fire. But you two had known each other for several years now, so you might just get away with it.

You never took him for a scholar in the beginning, but now that you knew him well, he fit the definition of dark academia perfectly.

You planned accordingly. Once it was set in place, you slowly walked towards where he read a book on the couch. He faked ignoring you, merely paying attention to his journal and the stack of books next to him.

You even wore one of his favorite shirts to make it easier.

“Gabriel…” You crawled into his lap and sat on your knees, blocking out the lamp light next to him. “Gabe?”

Not the nicknames. It was one of his secret weaknesses. Damn it, not the names.

“What are you reading?”

He finally looked up at you when you pulled one of his arms away, kissing up it.

The alternate angel smirked and held your face. “Do you need something, lamb?”

Your lips barely touched his. “…Can we order Dominos?”

Gabriel’s seductive grin fell and he let go of your chin. “You’ve got to be KIDDING ME.”

“I’ll pay!”

He sighed, setting the book aside. “No, it’s fine. Come on.” He lifted you as if you weighed nothing and turned you into his lap.

You smiled victoriously. “Thank you, dear.”

Sometime later that night, you decided to try your luck again. When he wasn’t looking, you wrapped your arms around his chest from behind. “Enough-”

You gently toyed with the feathers on his wings and Gabriel froze in place.

“When I said I’d pay, I didn’t mean it just in money.”

He grabbed you by the back of your hoodie. “Get your sinning ass in our bedroom. Now.”

#archangel gabriel x reader #idk what this is lol #the mandela catalogue #alt gabriel x reader #my fics

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Day 12

Liber Liberi vel Lapidis Lazuli

III

1. I was the priest of Ammon-Ra in the temple of Ammon-Ra at Thebai.

2. But Bacchus came singing with his troops of vine-clad girls, of girls in dark mantles; and Bacchus in the midst like a fawn!

3. God! how I ran out in my rage and scattered the chorus!

4. But in my temple stood Bacchus as the priest of Ammon-Ra.

5. Therefore I went wildly with the girls into Abyssinia; and there we abode and rejoiced.

6. Exceedingly; yea, in good sooth!

7. I will eat the ripe and the unripe fruit for the glory of Bacchus.

8. Terraces of ilex, and tiers of onyx and opal and sardonyx leading up to the cool green porch of malachite.

9. Within is a crystal shell, shaped like an oyster — O glory of Priapus! O beatitude of the Great Goddess!

10. Therein is a pearl.

11. O Pearl! thou hast come from the majesty of dread Ammon-Ra.

12. Then I the priest beheld a steady glitter in the heart of the pearl.

13. So bright we could not look! But behold! a blood-red rose upon a rood of glowing gold!

14. So I adored the God. Bacchus! thou art the lover of my God!

15. I who was priest of Ammon-Ra, who saw the Nile flow by for many moons, for many, many moons, am the young fawn of the grey land.

16. I will set up my dance in your conventicles, and my secret loves shall be sweet among you.

17. Thou shalt have a lover among the lords of the grey land.

18. This shall he bring unto thee, without which all is in vain; a man’s life spilt for thy love upon My Altars.

19. Amen.

20. Let it be soon, O God, my God! I ache for Thee, I wander very lonely among the mad folk, in the grey land of desolation.

21. Thou shalt set up the abominable lonely Thing of wickedness. Oh joy! to lay that corner-stone!

22. It shall stand erect upon the high mountain; only my God shall commune with it.

23. I will build it of a single ruby; it shall be seen from afar off.

24. Come! let us irritate the vessels of the earth: they shall distil strange wine.

25. It grows under my hand: it shall cover the whole heaven.

26. Thou art behind me: I scream with a mad joy.

27. Then said Ithuriel the strong; let Us also worship this invisible marvel!

28. So did they, and the archangels swept over the heaven.

29. Strange and mystic, like a yellow priest invoking mighty flights of great grey birds from the North, so do I stand and invoke Thee!

30. Let them obscure not the sun with their wings and their clamour!

31. Take away form and its following!

32. I am still.

33. Thou art like an osprey among the rice, I am the great red pelican in the sunset waters.

34. I am like a black eunuch; and Thou art the scimitar. I smite off the head of the light one, the breaker of bread and salt.

35. Yea! I smite — and the blood makes as it were a sunset on the lapis lazuli of the King’s Bedchamber.

36. I smite! The whole world is broken up into a mighty wind, and a voice cries aloud in a tongue that men cannot speak.

37. I know that awful sound of primal joy; let us follow on the wings of the gale even unto the holy house of Hathor; let us offer the five jewels of the cow upon her altar!

38. Again the inhuman voice!

39. I rear my Titan bulk into the teeth of the gale, and I smite and prevail, and swing me out over the sea.

40. There is a strange pale God, a god of pain and deadly wickedness.

41. My own soul bites into itself, like a scorpion ringed with fire.

42. That pallid God with face averted, that God of subtlety and laughter, that young Doric God, him will I serve.

43. For the end thereof is torment unspeakable.

44. Better the loneliness of the great grey sea!

45. But ill befall the folk of the grey land, my God!

46. Let me smother them with my roses!

47. Oh Thou delicious God, smile sinister!

48. I pluck Thee, O my God, like a purple plum upon a sunny tree. How Thou dost melt in my mouth, Thou consecrated sugar of the Stars!

49. The world is all grey before mine eyes; it is like an old worn wine-skin.

50. All the wine of it is on these lips.

51. Thou hast begotten me upon a marble Statue, O my God!

52. The body is icy cold with the coldness of a million moons; it is harder than the adamant of eternity. How shall I come forth into the light?

53. Thou art He, O God! O my darling! my child! my plaything! Thou art like a cluster of maidens, like a multitude of swans upon the lake.

54. I feel the essence of softness.

55. I am hard and strong and male; but come Thou! I shall be soft and weak and feminine.

56. Thou shalt crush me in the wine-press of Thy love. My blood shall stain Thy fiery feet with litanies of Love in Anguish.

57. There shall be a new flower in the fields, a new vintage in the vineyards.

58. The bees shall gather a new honey; the poets shall sing a new song.

59. I shall gain the Pain of the Goat for my prize; and the God that sitteth upon the shoulders of Time shall drowse.

60. Then shall all this which is written be accomplished: yea, it shall be accomplished

#thelema #thelemic holy season #argentum astrum #holy days #silver star #tarot #wheel of fortune

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