#Mandela cataloge x reader

[ccaramel-llow]

Erm I think I should really request a few hcs of a Reader x Cesar Torres 🗣 I live laugh love him so much omg 😭😭

and if possible 🧐 add themes that the reader is a bit overworked in at their job 🗣🗣

Overworked hc's

Pairings;

Cesar Torres/you

Warnings; None!

Bros WORRIED the time you come home, Like the moment you come home safely looking like a tired dead rat he instantly asks you whats wrong

He wonders if your boss is an ass, If he is, He prays an alternate jumps them (spoiler alert, He kills your boss)

He does anything for you as your tucked in his bed in his room, Also puts on the tv as you lay in it

Was raised RIGHT, Whatever you ask for you receive <33

I have a feeling he'd like to shower you with your typical romantic gifts, such as chocolate heart boxes, Flowers and stuff

For dates, I feel like he'd take you to an aquarium or some fancy restaurant <333 !!

he likes it when you run a hand through his hair or play with it, He finds it soothing <3

Probably calls you "Mi cieltio" Which means "my sun" In Spanish <33

He lives for cuddling, Like bro says yes immediately when you ask him if he wants to cuddle.

Hes good at cooking, Like really Gordon Ramsay good. (male wife..)

Whenever your not anywhere near him he literally misses you and daydreams about what you two could do all day.

Would def love to kiss your hands!!

BONUS:

You sighed as you tried to get out of bed to go to work on documents or some shit, But before you could, You felt cesar's hands grab your shoulders and set you back down.

"My love, I think its better that you rest." He said, Clearly concerned for your well being. You had awful eye bags and stuff, You could also smell the aroma of (favorite food) coming from outside the room. You shook your head.

"But i need to wo-"

"Lay back down, Now."

".."

And then you were being taken care of that whole night and you both cuddled, The end!!

#ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE #eat up my children #eat up. #the mandela catalogue #Mandela cataloge x reader #ambiguous #no gender reader

[morgandoesstuffsig]

req. : umm you’re writing for MC, right? i wanted to request some fluff Jonah x reader, if it’s ok with you🥺👉🏻👈🏻

a/n : yessiree!! decided on pillow fort fluff because i can

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JONAH MARSHALL

"Hey [Y/N]?" Jonah said. He was sprawled out across your couch, taking it all up.

"Yes, Jonah?" You said, raising your head from the book you were reading and looking at him from the floor.

"I'm boreddddddd...." He whined, and then continued.

"Why can't we do something funnnn... that's the reason I came here......." His voice cracked in the middle of his sentence, making you laugh a little. He noticed and huffed.

"Well then Jonah, tell me, what would you like to do?"

"Hmmm.. Let's...." He seemed to be actually thinking.

"Aha! Let's make a pillow fort!" He exclaimed excitedly. You laughed and shook your head.

"Alright then." You agreed. How could you not? It's been a while since you've made one, and he seems to be really looking forward to it.

timeskip.

"Wow, you're not half-bad at this," You chuckled.

"Hey!! I'll have you know that I am very good at... uh... building..!! Yeah!!" He huffed out, and you laughed again. Teasing him was just too fun.

"Alright then. We're almost done, now all we need-"

"All we need are decorations for the inside and snacks!!!" He cut you off, scrambling to his feet and rushing straight for the kitchen.

'Guess I know what I'm getting now..' You thought, getting up and grabbing small decorations you had lying around.

Later, when you had finished decoration, Jonah had come running out of the kitchen with one big bowl of popcorn and a bunch of candy.

Where did he even find all of that... oh well, he seems happy. You smiled as he placed them down on the floor and crawled into your small fort.

"Well? You comin' in or what?" He teased, grabbing your hand and dragging you down in.

"What movie are we watching?"

...This is a perfect opportunity to scare the shit out of him.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT GAGAHSDGVUSEHBFEFBL!!--" He yelled out, clutching onto your arm. You decided on a horror movie, and seeing him so scared made you wonder how the hell he even became a part of BPS if he was so scared at the smallest jumpscares.

You pulled your arm out of his grip, and he got nervous for a second, thinking he made you uncomfortable. This was quickly dismissed when you wrapped your arm around his waist and leaned him onto your chest. Jonah's face heated up, and he decided to look back at the TV, and you just chuckled a bit.

How cute.

end.

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[the-rocket-scientist]

HEADCANON: Yandere! Alt.Gabriel (Romantic)

My first headcanon requested by pseudomarionette on Wattpad, this chapter was written on my Wattpad and AO3 long ago

- Lucifer is NOT delusional when in love. At all. He knows what he is doing is harmful. If the person he likes doesn't love him, he knows. He is aware of everything he is doing. He's intelligent, so take out the possibility that the fact he could be delusional. Because he knows delusion could blind him and make his actions rash. That could ruin his plan, right? So he is extremely coordinated at everything he is doing, every tiny bit of action. Especially if it's directed towards his love interest.

- Sadistic bitch. Will do anything to manipulate his love interest, even if it means hurting them, or even killing other people they care about when they are directly watching. If he wants to see his love interest suffer, they will suffer. Either in mental pain, emotional pain, physical pain (most of the times all of the above, in preferred order from favorite torture method to the least fav) he will enjoy it. Not a nice guy :/

- Possessive. Will see his love interest as a beautiful puppet or doll. He will take good care of what is his and is beautiful just like him. But he will erase their memories to forget everyone and everything they knew except for himself. Now his love's attention is all focused on him, and only him. And so he will return the favor and direct his whole attention to them.

- Also a tsundere. He will never admit he loves his love interest. You could only figure out that he loves them by the nicknames he calls them.

- Nicknames for love interest: "My child." (most preferred) "My love." (Very rarely used, as it exploits his weakness of love towards his most favorite being in the cosmos.)

- But he is nice to his love interest for most of the times. It's only when even the smallest of rebellion against him will get them into manipulation and torture. 

- Portrays himself the most beautiful as possible in his false angel form when around his love interest. Long wavy blonde hair, fair skin, cold, slanted almond blue eyes that never shine. He is tall and magnificent, his love interest would only reach his chest in terms of height (no matter how canonly tall they are, for Lucifer adjusts his height to always be this way). His white robes trail down to cover his elegant bare feet and slender hands seem to always be clasped behind his back. Note that everything about him is all grayscale except for his blue eyes. He wants them to be impressed and mesmerized by his beauty, and then they'll never leave, memories erased. Even when torturing his love interest he will stay elegant and pretty so they could rely on him while they witness other horrifying things. 

- It is only when he is trying to keep his love interest as close as possible from a perceived threat, and his last resort to breaking them psychologically is when he reveals his true form.

- He is able to summon his wings. They look flawless at first, but on closer inspection you could see withered and burnt feathers between the pearly white ones. He uses these to give the illusion he is flying (he can already levitate without them) and to hug his love interest.

- He is cold, body temperature wise and personality wise. He isn't clingy most of the time, so if his love interest is a touch-starved person, he will push them away with his telekinesis powers or with one hand. He will hug them when he wants to. His demeanor can be cold and mean to most people, which is what Lucifer wants. It is a weakness to show affection and care to anyone on peering eyes. So even though this is his natural personality, he strengthens this even more on his love interest especially in public. He has to keep his reputation, after all.

- Because of the powerful reputation he has to hold, and because he doesn't want his love interest being seen or them seeing others, and the potential chance they could perish from existence, or get stolen, he will isolate his love interest in his confusing castle w/hallways that stretch for infinity. As much as possible, which is forever. 

- His words are very well said and sweet. Who wouldn't fall for his well-constructed sentences, with fancy lettering and elegant speech?

- (You shouldn't, by the way. This is almost exactly how Satan biblically deceives people :< so please be careful when around Lucifer) 

- Yes, he is the devil Satan himself. There, I said the Unspeakable name. Twice now in this chapter. Fun. Time to die. (Room literally explodes)

- It's unlikely he will fall for anyone. But it's not impossible, so if he does, his love interest is very unlucky and therefore have no escape. They are fated to fall into his hands unless they turn to God and gain His help. If He is unavailable for whatever reasons God has, the love interest is fucked. He will do whatever it takes to get them by his side. (Shown accurately in all endings of Yandere! Alt.Gabriel X Reader, and briefly in 6 X Reader.) One day, as long as he exists, his love interest will eventually end up in his hands and memories erased and manipulated. 

- Don't worry, he desires no children. His body is built asexual, so his body is neither feminine nor male. His love interest could get assaulted but not to the point of taking their virginity away (because he can't physically do that). 

- So to summarize this lengthy thing in a NUTSHELL: Haha, such wonderful relationship! :D Totally non-toxic, healthy, loving!! 

- You should run before he sees you.

- But wait.

- You have nowhere to run.

- Turn to God instead and pray for Him. If not, say goodbye to yourself.

(No reader insert because other people are included in this factor that could possibly be his love interest. Like OCs, you, or other people from any fandom. So you or the OCs or anyone else are referred to as "Love interest" w/ They/Them pronouns)

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[sxdvxxbes]

Since you guys really liked the last one, I made another goofy mandela parody.

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[2smolbeans]

I am OBSESSED with your Obey Me writings. Would it be possible to something where one of the brothers (or others) disguises themselves as someone else in order to sleep with their darling? Imagine if you tried to run away and they're still trying to make you love them so they know they can't just force themself onto you, but at the same time they NEED your body. Maybe it's even a continuous thing, imagine the horror if every new lover you take on turns out to be them. Over and over again you try to run away but end up running right back into their arms. The gaslighting potential is perfect for a yandere who wants the more subtle approach.

ANONN THISSS 💖💖 Also sorry this took so long to finish 😭

A Demon Inside The Church

Yandere Satan x Antro/mythologist reader

Tags: Religious themes, gaslighting, manipulation, minor nsfw depictions, stalking, impersonation, minor character death, deception, body marking, paranoia, attempts at escaping, Mc has a crush on someone, branding pact mark, possessive behavior, isolation.

*This is unedited and long

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You weren't always a superstitious person. In fact, you were a person of science, an atheist. However, you were always fascinated with what stories life had to offer, its history, and, as of recently, its beliefs. Mythos, urban legends, and religions- it had caught your eye when your philosophy professor had mentioned them in his typical lesson. A one-off mention, but you decided to look more into it. For some reason, it had unlocked a childhood memory of when you used to read Greek mythology back in middle school.

As of late, you started going to the church near your university campus. You weren't Christian, and by no means did you believe in an afterlife. But you were curious about Christianity and its beliefs. In the beginning, you weren't fascinated with the repetitive worship music that sounded the same. If anything, you had a hard time staying awake as the singers kept repeating the same words and phrases over and over.

But it was worth staying as the sermons would begin after. Each sermon teaches a new belief, a new lesson, a new verse. You were in awe with how the pastor would passionately preach his words, the things you'd learn about the people in the church.

It made you curious about what it would be like to study and record the cultures, religions, and traditions of people around the world. After all, if just learning and investigating your typical local church from an academic point of view was enjoyable, imagine the possibilities of branching out! Maybe perhaps becoming an anthropologist wouldn't be so bad.

You balanced it out, your school, and then your church. For once, everything felt like it was in place, you had reconnected with your old passion, recognizing faces, making acquaintances. You were truly happy.

Funny enough, you even met this guy who happened to be around the same age as you.

Brown eyes, brown hair. He was an average looking guy, nothing made him stand out. You didn't know his name, or if he went to the same university. But every Monday at exactly 3am, he'd show up and read at the library. It was interesting- he was interesting.

Like the bored nerd you were, you started speculating in your head. Why did he always appear at 3am? Was he perhaps a ghost that would only appear in the witching hours? A vampire that walked amongst the earth when it was dark? A low ranking angel who liked to relax in the church?

Of course these were all just make believe scenarios. You had a tendency to make up backstories or scenarios about recurring people. You weren't much of a talker or socializer, you didn't have a lot of close friends, but for some reason you had a bit of courage to go up to the man and talk to him. Though funny enough, the moment you approached him, he was already smiling at you, patting a chair next to him.

Awkwardly shifting your way towards the brown haired male, not expecting him to even acknowledge you. You sat down, trying to muster up any words. But soon enough, you calmed down as he spoke, his warm eyes comforting you as he let out a chuckle.

"Hey, no need to be nervous! I'm just chilling here"

He pulled out the chair for you, his chin resting on the palm of his head as he had a small grin on his face.

"Nono- uh, I'm not nervous..Just uhhh- sorry I don't know..”

You trailed off, unsure of what to do in the small talk.

"It's fine, no sweat! Anyways It's kinda nice talking to you for once"

"Sorry? Wait, do I know you?"

You let out a chuckle, feeling your cheeks heat up from the embarrassment that began to creep up.

"Well, I mean I dunno? I mean if you're wondering how I know you, I just see you around class here and there"

You perked up, accidentally raising your voice from your excitement, immediately covering your mouth with your hands as you apologized.

"WAIT SO YOU- Oh shit sorry..Wait so you also go to Morninghaven?!"

"Always have~"

The two of you talked for hours. By the time you both parted ways, it was already six in the morning. Little by little the two of you got closer, eventually getting each other's numbers and sitting together during each lecture. Apparently, he just liked going to the library at 3am because of how empty it was.

It was funny how the both of you had so much in common.

Damien was his name. That brown haired geek, Damien. It had been at least 5 months since you've known him, and you hated to admit it, but he was the first close friend you've ever made in a while. He indulged in your hyperfixations, listening to your rambles while he also returned the favor. He was talkative, always sure to give a long answer to something so small. Even if you were to ask him about his favorite color, he would somehow turn the conversation about the meaning and ‘biology’ about colors.

“Why do you do that?”

You suddenly asked him, sipping at your drink as he sat across from you.

“Do what?”

You swayed your legs back and forth, the height of the bar stool keeping your feet from touching the ground. Listening to the jumbled up conversations that warmed the cafe, you stared at Damien. Smiling while feeling flustered, eyebrows perked up, your voice perked up - you let your mind speak as you put your drink down.

“We always talk about something small, and somehow it devolves into a whole essay of a conversation about big things!”

You exclaimed, gesturing your hands, hoping that it would help aid your poor choice of words that you thought you made.

“Oh sorry..My bad…”

“Nono! It’s not bad! I’m just wondering why? I thought it would just bore you..Or that I was boring to talk to..”

You deflated, sinking down to your seat as you sipped your drink. Damien leaned forward out, ready to retaliate.

“What?! What are you saying?”

“..Do you just ramble because I don’t bring much to the conversation..?”

The both of you stayed in silence. You were trying to hold back a laugh as you purse your lips, while Damien had a deadpan smile.

“....Stay still. I’m gonna slap you”

Immediately, Damien began to reach for you from across the bar table, nearly knowing it down as you slapped away at his hands from touching your face. You were laughing hysterically while Damien muttered to you to “stay still damn it!” and “This is what you get for being such a dumb dumb!” while he continued his efforts.

“What! Gahh! Stop!!”

“Fine, fine! But y’know, have you ever thought that maybe I like rambling to you because I want to talk more with you?”

…Being around him was one of your favorite things throughout the day. He was just so warm..So comfortable to be around. He made you feel wanted, something that you haven't felt until you met him.

"Are you an angel?"

His voice pitched from the other side of the call.

"Pfft what?! That's so random! What is this all about?"

You playfully rolled your stomach onto the bed, your feet up in the air while your legs kicked up and down slowly.

"I'm serious. Are you?"

Rolling his eyes, Damien let out a smug smirk.

"I dunno, depends on you"

You'd be lying if you said that you didn't have some sort of attraction towards Damien. Sure, it was a small crush, but you were happy with the friendship you had with him. You didn’t care if he had gotten another partner or if he didn’t share the same feelings. You were just happy being with Damien who liked talking to you.

Though, you were wrong about that. Ironically, after a week of not seeing Damien. He had actually opened up to you about his feelings towards you. Telling you how he needed a break from spending time together, how he had realized he was slowly falling for you - how he didn't want to ruin the friendship between the two of you. He was scared to see you once he realized how strong his feelings were towards you. After that, the two of you started dating. The relationship felt strange at first, but you weren't complaining. Whatever you needed, Damien was there. When you were sad- Damien was there to comfort you. Whenever you walked to class, he was always right by your side.

It's always been like that, even when the two of you were just friends. But didn’t Damien also have friends to hangout with as well? He'd always go out with them every now and then, and you'd be left on your own whims.

But now?

There wasn't a time where Damien wasn't by your side.

Another thing you've noticed about Damien was that his temper sometimes got the best of him. When it came to the smallest of things- an ant crawling on one of his books, when you would hold your bible close to your chest, how you sometimes looked at other people for ‘too long’. He would either scoff or nearly pop a vein on his head.

How possessive he was towards you, always kissing you and holding you close. Sweetly convincing you to come back to bed, to always look at him, that he adores you too much for you to leave so soon. Bad mouthing the acquaintances that would take up your time from him. Jokingly wishing that they would drop dead or fall ill so that you could focus on him more.

The way he was prideful and rough he was whenever the two of you would be alone and intimate. His hands all over you, his teeth nipping at every inch of your skin. Almost as if he was in a hurry to get those marks all over your body. How he’d mutter those words into your ear, repeating it like a prayer while he shoved your face to whatever surface there was. How beautiful you looked to be ‘finally his’. How sharper his nails would feel whenever he grabbed your hips. The way he would rhythmically pump into you repeatedly, always in a trance with the purpose of cumming inside you. Always lovingly belittling you whenever you cried from the overstimulation, out matching your stamina in an inhuman amount.

It was weird how he never let you look at him whenever the two of you were doing those sorts of things..Was he trying to hide something?

"Why do you do that?"

"Do what?"

"How come you never let me see you whenever we do it?"

"...I don't want you seeing something you might not like.."

"Aww.. You know I love every part of you.. "

He hugged you, resting his head against the crook of your neck.

"If only.."

He was controlive over the little things you did.

“Why don’t you wear this? I don’t want people staring at you..”

“You have some time, right? So why don’t you just come with me instead of them?”

“Are you asking me to lock you up in this room? No? Then why are you making it so hard to just listen to me?”

He was always demanding to know where you were and what your plan for the day was. Making sure he had tabs on your daily activities.

Now that you noticed it, Damien was more..Dry. Sophisticated. Calculative. Sure, he would be somewhat expressive, smiling, and softly speaking. But, back then, he was more loud, more..Different. You felt so alienated from him at times. What happened? You couldn’t put your finger on it.

Was Damien always like this?

Damien even stopped going to the church. You found it weird since Damien loved going to church with you. It was the place you first met each other. He loved how you would study the pastor's words, making serious notes about the lessons. Sitting right next to you as he also made notes regarding the philosophy of Christianity. You were a church duo, even though the both of you weren’t religious.

But now..Damien hated it. Often complaining how annoying the pastor was with his scriptures. The thing he onced loved became the thing he despised the most. He was once friendly with the pastor. Now, you only find him staring eye to eye with the pastor, stoic towards his words.

"Be weary of the sweet temptations of the world. For Satan is cunning, speaking with honeyed words, luring you into damnation."

"But folks, we have to remember this. There is no need to fear him! He is dethroned, casted away by god. We must always declare his defeat. That is how we remove the authority of the enemy.”

You swore from the corner of your eye, and you saw Damien grin from that statement - as if it was personal to him. The next day, the pastor fell severely ill, according to his wife. You were worried, of course. You talked with the pastor here and there, and you wanted to at least send some medicine or soup for the poor man. Damien, however, just laughed at your attempts, hugging you as he pushed his face against your chest. Calling you adorable for ‘wanting to bother the old nut’.

You had a dream a few days later. You were in the church library, alone. Everything was distorted, books meshed together like liquid, people’s faces blurred out. But, Damien was there, waiting for you. The sweet angelic Damien you knew from the past, smiling and patting a chair that was next to him.

“I missed you”

Before you could say anything, you woke up. You couldn’t place on why you were feeling the way you were feeling, but you were incapable of holding back the tears from flowing. It was like you were grieving over a dead person. But, really- you were sad over nothing.

You were slowly getting paranoid over the small things that were starting to recur. Whenever you walked outside, there was always an owl there- it’s neck following your movements. The small whispers that you swore you could’ve heard calling out to you. The hands that would wrap around your waist whenever your back was turned. Your bible and church notes trashed or missing. The bite marks that would appear out of nowhere when you would wake up. Your mind pulled into a trance whenever you would stare too long into Damien’s eyes. The dreams..How your memories were vaugely replaced little by little with someone else you’ve never encountered.

The worst part was, your mind accepted it as normal - your body seemed to relax at the thought of it. But it wasn’t normal, you knew that.

You had a slight theory in your head, a terrifying thought that brought you shaking whenever you questioned its validity. Was this even Damien? He was acting so fucking weird ever since he disappeared for that week. Everything was just so odd. Like you were cursed by an unknown force. What if this wasn’t Damien? What if Damien was missing and you were dating some skin walker? When you knew Damien, he felt so warm and comfortable to be around. Now, if anything- it often felt too possessive, lustful- intense when you were with him.

It didn’t help when you found that mark behind your back.

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“Hey..Babe, what is this?”

"Oh that? Yeah, you're weird. I told you going to that party was a bad idea, but you didn't listen. You should've seen my face when you showed me it! Why did you think getting that tattoo was a good idea?"

But it wasn't a tattoo. The more you looked into the strange mark on your back, the more concerned you got. It was green, almost glowing. A demon marking.. A ritualistic mark that bonds you to the demon who claimed you as their own. You've read about this. The mark was equivalent to a proposal, promising an afterlife full of happiness in hell. What party did you even go to?

When did you get this?

"I don't know hun..You just showed up with it"

How the fuck do you get rid of it? Fuck, did you have to get laser surgery?

"Honey, calm down. It's not that bad. It's just a tattoo. Plus, I think it looks wonderful on you"

Nonono, you don't want this. Why was there some fucking satanic pact mark on your body?

"Maybe you should stop reading those books..Or maybe just take a break from the whole demons and angels church thing."

Why was this on your body?

"Honey, you know there’s no harm in it right? I think those books are starting to get into your head.."

Maybe...But still it was fucking creepy! But nonetheless, the constant studying and fixation of demons and hell were starting to tire you out. Maybe, you should focus on your assignments more..

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Time passed and it had been at least a year since you and Damien were dating. You were in your final year until graduation, and surprisingly- things were going smoothly. Though your paranoia worsened. You had tried to remove the mark behind your back, even paid for laser surgery to remove it. Explaining to the dermatologist that it was an accident tattoo. Though when the mark was removed, it appeared the next day- as if it completely healed over the treatment.

The relationship hadn’t changed..Damien was still possessive and greedy for your affection. However, Damien was somewhat back to his old self…Somewhat.

Thinking about the past, the stalking, the mark behind your back- it had brought an old familiar feeling back. The church, you wanted to go back and attend it. To at least say hi, for old times sake. To get some answers- some comfort about your fears. You contemplated on bringing Damien, but ultimately heavily decided against it. So you went at night, opening the doors to be greeted with the warmth you were once familiar with.

You smiled as you saw the pastor on the stage, cleaning up and checking up on the instruments for the worship band.

“Sir! How are you? It’s been so long”

The pastor walked towards you, extending his arms out to you as he smiled.

“It’s been so long! What happened? I thought you moved!”

You chuckled, hugging him close as you embraced him, enjoying how cozy he felt.

“Nono! Of course not! Things just got in the way. But I’m glad you’re still here”

The pastor stepped away, eying you up and down, wanting to say something before holding back as he motioned you to follow him. Walking behind him, you both ended up in the office that was located in the basement of the church.

“Sit, I want to talk to you about something”

He sat down behind the table, rummaging through the wooden desk, looking for something as you sat across him.

“I’m a bit worried for you. You disappeared for a while..Something seems off about you..Is anything bothering you?”

You sat quiet for a bit. Should you mention the mark? You wanted to, but you were scared with the answer that would come out. So you didn’t mention it, but you mentioned the other instances you felt when something was wrong.

“Well..I felt paranoid. Whenever I’m not looking it felt like someone was there, touching and whispering in my ear..There’s always there..Like-”

“An unease? That the room feels a lot heavier?”

“Yeah..Exactly like that..But it’s no longer like that! Sure it’s here and there, but it’s really nothing”

The pastor just stared at you. Biting his lip before handing you two things. Anointing oil, and a bottle of holy water..

"I think you should take these. The anointing oil will help protect whatever room, person, or thing of yours"

You took it, examining the items as he continued speaking to you.

"With the oil, you just take a bit of it on your finger and draw a cross on it. It's best that you say a prayer before it"

You nodded your head, smiling as he continued.

“I plead the blood of Jesus Christ over this room. I pray and demand that any spirits in this room be gone in the name of the lord. That this oil that is anointed with the holy spirit will shield and protect me from Satan.”

"Like that?"

Smiling, he gestured his hands, telling you to hold the items close to you.

"Of course! And with the holy water..Well I'm assuming you've watched a bunch of horror movies haha!"

Thanking the pastor, you eventually made your way back home. Promising that you would keep in touch with him as he ushered you outside the doors. When you finally arrived at your dormitory, you let out a scream as Damien stood in front of you.

“Jesus! Damien! Don’t just stand there!”

“Where were you?”

Oh right, you didn’t tell him..

“I was just out running some errands, walking around, sorry I forgot to tell you..”

You felt more worried about him finding out about going back to the church rather than his concern for you.

“Are you lying?”

You exclaimed as you dropped your bag, patting his shoulder as your lips stretched out to a thin line.

“Damien..I would never lie to you..”

You almost felt guilty for deceiving him, but you didn’t want him to know.

“..Well, let’s go back to bed okay? The bed felt cold without you..So please?”

He pleaded with you, turning off the lights, guiding you to the bed short after as his hands grabbed onto yours.

“Haha, of course.”

“I love you so much..”

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You’ve been thinking about it, using the oil and holy water. When Damien was gone for an hour to do an exam, he needed to pass. You, who were free from all of your work, decided to open the anointing oil. Putting a few drops of the oil on the tip of your finger, you anointed the room. Drawing a cross, as you said a small prayer.

Maybe one or two more would be best? You thought of nothing of it. It was just a gift, something that you wanted to try. Something that would perhaps ease your fear. Nothing would come out of it.

But something did.

Damien had a severe headache and reaction the moment he stepped in your room. Groaning in pain as he nearly fell to the floor. Clutching his head in pain as the ungodly sounds of wheezing came out of his throat. You were terrified as you saw Damien try to get ahold of himself. Whispering to himself while you stood there, frozen.

Adrenaline rushed through your body as a million thoughts went through your head. He was just stressed, right? He just came back from an exam, maybe he's tired. You tried to rationalize your extreme theories to calm yourself down. But even then, a few words had slipped out of your mouth - unconsciously wanting to test out your theory.

"Get behind me Satan."

He knelt as he stared at you in disbelief.

".......What?"

Your voice shook in fear, your eyes furrowing as you stared at your boyfriend.

“You heard me. Who are you?”

Fixing his composure, Damien looked at you concerned. Cautiously approaching you while also keeping a safe distance.

“Honey, what are you talking about? Calm down okay? Take a deep breath, I was just a bit stressed from staying up all night”

You sneered as you were quick to grab the holy water from your cabinet, loosening the cap as you raised your voice.

“Cut the shit. G-God..What did you do to Damien?!”

Tearing up, you shouted as you splashed the holy water at him. Making sure to throw a large amount towards his face.

“Honey what are you talkin- FUCK!”

He sneered in pain, cowering down as he tried to cover himself. Now you were panicking as your theory was confirmed. You had almost felt bad, stupid, delusional even. But now? Your fight or flight senses were triggered.

“W-Why did that hurt you?! HUH?! T-TELL ME!”

You waved the bottle frantically. Your eyes widening as you saw his skin burning in agitation from the water that hit his skin. He tried to excuse himself, to save whatever grace he had. But you weren’t having it. Screaming out scriptures, dousing him in holy water- you had eventually revealed him for what he truly was.

Blonde hair, curled horns protruding out of his head, the sharp tail that moved side to side swiftly. He wasn't human. This wasn't Damien.

“This hurts you! You’re..A demon..In the name of the holy-"

But before you could finish your sentence, your prayer, your last ditch effort to handle the situation, he interrupted you. Rushing towards you he pinned you against the cabinet that you were standing behind. His hands gripping onto the edges of the wood, your body sandwiched in between the hard surface and his chest. With nowhere to escape, you tried screaming- but he was quick to wrap a hand around your throat, threatening to squeeze deathly tight, warning you to keep quiet.

“Are you finished? I could kill you right now and take you with me for all eternity. But I would rather take my time and not hurt you... So just be good for me, okay?”

You nodded your head frantically, trying to speak as your words were whispered. He eyed you, loosening his grip around your neck.

“Why? Why are you doing this? Who are you?”

In awe, his lips softly kissed your cheek, trying to comfort you as you teared up from fear.

“Aww..Love..Well, it’s obvious isn’t it? Satan, that’s who I am. I know this is a lot for you but, I want you to know that I love you. Okay?”

Satan.

Satan?

The demon that replaced Damien, the one who made you breakfast everyday. The one who was jealous whenever you dared speak to anyone. The one you gave your virginity to..?

Satan himself was in love with you? Satan, the prince of darkness, one of the rulers of hell- was here professing his love to you. How long has he been using Damien’s face for? Where was Damien if he was taking his place?

“Where’s Damien then? What did you do to him?”

You asked, your lips shuddering as you thought about him. If he had disappeared, then..

“Don’t worry about him, he's fine. Better than how he was wasting his life away before”

A surge of panic coursed through your body, your hands instinctively shoved Satan away with all of your strength.

“YOU KILLED HIM?!”

Unfazed, he sighed as if you were overreacting. His palms reached out towards you, telling you to calm down from your outburst.

“Now, he wasn’t in any pain. He didn’t even see it coming, so don’t worry about him. Afterall, he became the sweet angel you always thought of him as. So either way, everyone benefits in this situation”

Your jaw clenched as your eyes wavered at the demon who stood in front of you.

“I’m not going to hurt you...I’m not doing this for the sake of destroying your life. In fact- I’m doing it for the sake of making it better! I love you, you don’t understand - I need you. You fascinate me - you're the only human on this earth I deem tolerable!"

"I had to do it, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but Damien was just a nobody in your life. There are lots of people like him out there in the world. So please, just think for a moment."

You recoiled as you felt his sharp nails softly outline the curves of your face. Cringing as you stood there fear, hearing his insane ramblings.

“You’ve read about me. Studied me. Talked about me. You were just as interested in me as I was for you. Don’t you think that's special?”

Bitterly, you spat at his face.

"I want you gone. Out of my life. I will never love you- you'll never have me. Get out."

He looked at you, almost remorseful as you glared at him- only to then smirk and roll his eyes..And with that, he disappeared in a blink of an eye. For a good year, even until graduation- you never saw him again. It was almost as if he never existed.

All the messages, the call histories, everything- they were gone.

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It had been a few years ever since he stopped approaching you, only deciding to watch you from a distance. Hiding in the shadows, lurking in the small corners of your home, he admired you.

It drove him mad when observed your cute little attempts at avoiding him. Always wearing that small cross around your neck, never interacting with anyone outside of the church. Praying everyday on the edge of your bed before you go to sleep, hoping to ward him off forever.

You were such an adorable little sheep. So desperate to keep him away, not knowing it only made him want you more. Every night he watched you, hungrily devouring your body with his eyes, enjoying how meek you've become. He wanted to take you right then and there, surprising you with his presence when he would emerge from the shadows. How would your face look in fear? Would you scream at him? Attempt to perform an exorcism?

Would it be enjoyable watching you break down from the spot? Hearing you whimper when he would corner you. Watching you plead for him to leave you alone. The slow burn of you fearing him, only to reach out to him out of desperation when he's hovering over you.

You're starved aren't you? Lonely, and starved for an ounce of emotional attention. You haven't been talking to a lot of people lately, even when you're in the illusion of safety when you're in the church. He felt so bad for you, yet so eager for you. All vulnerable and alone..You're still sad about that human boy weren't you?

That's okay.

There was nothing a new face couldn't fix.

Sooner or later, he'll have you forget about him. He'll have you wrapped up around his finger. You'll live your perfect minuscule human life with him until death do you part- temporarily. After all, heaven wouldn't allow an angel with the mark of the beast into their pearly gates, would they?

A new face, a new name. He would meet you again at the church. Charming you with his words, coaxing you with his sweet voice that was hard to resist. Making you smile again, hearing that angelic laugh of yours, feeling your warmth when you cuddled underneath him.

He missed how good it felt to be with you. He loved every bit of it. How it gave him an excuse to act out on his pent up urges towards you. To have your legs so nicely wrapped around his torso, drowning in pure lust from those sweet sounds you'd make. To finally have your body all to himself.

It wouldn't last for long though.. You were smart- too smart. You always somehow found out a way to identify him through the smallest of ways. Through the subtle gestures he'd make, the appearance he decided to appear as, or even from saying an old ancient spell against him just to see his reaction. You even went as far as spraying him with holy water like some sort of cat at one point.

How intentive!

That's why he loved you. You were so intelligent, brighter than most. That's why he didn't mind doing it over and over again. Like a game of cat and mouse. You'd gain a sense of security, feeling confident that the man right next to you wasn't him- only for it to break again when you came to terms with the truth.

He didn't mind. It was exciting watching you ponder about him. It was special what the both of you had together. Seeing your face contort in pure anguish and rage when you realized that the person you had slept with, the one you had trusted your whole heart with, was only him the entire time. How you would beg, even try to bribe him with intimacy and sex- just for him to leave you alone. Pleading him to stop impersonating people and potential partners.

"But this is fun darling. Watching you break down every time~"

"I can't just give it all up for something I can do whenever we're together"

"There's really no issue here, you're the only one who's making it a problem"

"Running away, panicking for no reason…You already know I won't hurt you. I just want to love you."

"So really, when will you stop?"

No matter how much you run, he'll always have you in his arms. Even in death, you won't ever be able to escape him.

How long will it take for you to crumble and accept him? When will you stop running away from him? Time and time again, you would run away- only to come crawling back to him.

So why don't you just accept the inevitable?

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[desmond69miles]

i, lynn, am in love with satan.

so, naturally, i deliver word spew.

uh… nsfw???

alternate gabriel is mean, sick, and grueling. as the depiction of full evil, satans counterpart, he wouldn’t see of you as human, nor would think of you as his equal. a angel, perhaps, or maybe a demon, he could get behind.

nothings better than corrupting a sweet little innocent angel!

while gabriel is usually hanging out on hells doorstep, he doesn’t mind inviting you down to the mortal realm to have a little fun.

this fun does not occur in a place that could corrupt you, no, that’s left to gabriel. leaving the alternates to get rid of the people in the church, he’d becon you inside, an angelic voice calling out to you.

who wouldn’t? he’s an archangel after all.

his personality is slowly unraveled as he gains your trust.

offering you with temptation, coaxing you with sin.

often, you catch glimpses of a distorted smile or eye.

the third month he knows you, he decides it’s time to snip your wings and rip your halo apart.

offering you into the church once again, he allows you to drink the blood of satan christ, cold and sleek fingers gently undoing your silk robes. you denied the first time, however, you soon allowed him to continue at the thought of being such a powerful beings lover. spouse. god wasn’t even as powerful as him, the one who created you.

you were sure going to be outlawed from hell.

gabriel gently lays you back on fine marble, allowing your robes to separate you from the cold stone. his nimble fingers spread your legs, lifting your legs up and pressing them into your chest.

“so, so…” he breathed, voice dragging. “so heavenly, so beautiful. let us be joined together in this dance.”

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[holding-monsters-hands]

mandela catalogue questionnnnn

interesting, unexpected and outta character hcs of the intruder plssss i love him

he’s so skrunkly!

More intruder HCS

You know how I said he’s a lot like a cat? I meant it.

Extremely touch avoidant 98% of the time, but incredibly snuggly on that other 2%! Like he will full body wrap around you like a snake, except much less deadly.

When he sneaks into kid’s houses, he’ll sometimes have to wrangle them back to bed so he picks them up by the back of their shirt with his mouth and just plops them back into their beds.

His main food source is mcdonald’s cheeseburgers and eating your leftovers like a BITCH.

He’s such a scrawny dude.. like if it weren’t for the fact that he’s just some horrific demon, I feel like he’d be blown away by the wind like a paper bag.

Id imagine his voice is pretty low in pitch, but he does genuinely scream like a little girl- not when he’s afraid, but when it’s so quiet in the house that he can’t stand it so he just starts screaming to fill the silence.

He likes to whisper the most ODD shit into your ear at ungodly hours of the night, like it doesn’t have to be inherently scary- just something that makes your brain stutter and you just can’t go back to sleep because of how it took you off guard.

“Do the mcgriddy for a free mcgriddle dude I swear i’m not lying just do it bro it’s fine.”

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[wwwbestgoredotcom]

I LOVE U! U ARE GREAT!

Could I pretty please get something just for real Gabe, what he looks like, acts like, and how he is to his s/o :3 please

Sweet angel

Warnings : fluff ig

Genre : romance

Characters included : toon Gabriel, gn!reader

Writing style : one shot

How he acts with his s/o

✟ oh he treats you like royalty

✟ like he gets on his knees for you if you just tell him to

✟ let's you play with his wings

✟ calls YOU the angel

✟ surprisingly, he moves really fast I the relationship

✟ gifts you flowers regularly

✟ loves seeing you in white

✟ reads and sings to you

✟ loves physical attention from you, and loves giving it

✟ does ask you to marry him after 2-3 years

✟ after that, he asks you if you want to have kids with him

How he acts in general

✟ probably has asthma

✟ he's very soft spoken but his voice is kinda echoy

✟ doesn't hate the color black but doesn't like it either

✟ he's really good with kids

✟ against cussing (but doesn't mind other people cussing)

✟ huge bookworm

✟ probably into painting too

✟ loves nature sm like he could sit outside for hours unbothered

✟ has EXTREME patience like you could never believe

✟ loves sleeping like he could sleep for 14 hours at a time

✟ super unjudgmental, he doesn't care what anyone does as long as it's not hurting anyone else or themselves

What he looks like

✟ blonde, short curly hair

✟ he has a transparent golden halo around his head

✟ pale skin and green-blue eyes

✟ has a mole on his top lip, more to the left

✟ long slender fingers

✟ probably wears rings and a rosario around his neck

✟ never wears silver jewelry, only gold

✟ never wears anything else BUT white and gold

✟ big eyebrows, but his eyes are kinda small

✟ his eyes looks like he's been crying but he hasn't been

✟ does wear Jesus sandles

Tired

Ohmeohmy

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[fnafkididme]

Pov y/n is annoying Gabriel while he secretly likes it

You stood in front of Gabriel, annoying him as you talked over and over about your favorite subjects. Gabriel tried his best to ignore you, but he found himself smirking when you made him laugh with one of your jokes. Despite his best efforts, the Archangel couldn't help but enjoy your company.

Yes I know this is short but I made this when I was bored so-

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[sono-una-cosa]

Another tmc x reader

This Is worser then the First

We want mcdonald

Y/N:..."sees McDonald's"....LETS BUY MCDONLADS

Jonah:Yaaasaaasaasasasasas

Gabriel:no

Y/N: Why not?

Gabriel: BC no

Y/N: then i Will buy McDonald's for everyone

Jonah:YAAAAAAS

Adam:i buy everthing in the menu

Mark:guys we Lost cesar

Cesar:*running away BC he knows Gabriel gets angry*

Gabriel: no no no no no we all go home

jonah: YOU NOT MY MOM

Gabriel:THIS IS ENOUGH.

Adam: Y/N? Y/N!

Y/N: i buyd mcdonald

Jonah: yaaas

Gabriel:OH U DIDNT

Y/N:yes i did !!!!

*Gabriel and y/n are arguing*

Mark: we Will stay here Forever

jonah:idk

Adam:lemme Just...

*tries to calm down Gabriel and Y/N*

Y/N: I BUY YOUR FAV MCDFLURRY

Gabriel: ah Rly? Ok lets go home with mcdonald

Jonah:Yaaaaaay

Adam: could you Say that before

Mark: atleast Gabriel Is now calm

End

It was shit ik

#the mandela catalogue #the mandela cataloge meme #the mandela catalogue x reader

[magicalbunbun]

how’s the savior trio?

Here is the answer.

#the mandela catalog fanart #mandela catalouge oc #mandela catalouge x reader #Mandela catalouge

[sweetcafa]

Rules/list

No incest or familycest stuff

No non-Consensual acts

No pedo/ adult x minor

No teacher x student unless in college

No kinks that I feel are uncomfortable.

Plz no heavy lewd or gore request

No character x oc

If the creator is not ok with sexualizing there character I won’t.

If the character is a minor you will be A. 1-2years older. B. Same age or if not having a canon age will be hc one. If platonic any age will be fine.

Please tell me if you even want a one shot or a head canon or both just to make it easier plz😔

I can do

Fluff

Lime

Light Lemon

Fluff / angst

Platonic romance

Any other specific request I find comfortable

AUs

Head cannons

One shots

Lists

__________________

Twst

Every student/characters

If it’s the staff/teachers it will be platonic

Saint spell book

Alucain

Billie

Bugbear

Hui

Titus

(More will be added )

Project: Eden’s garden

Ulysses Wilhelm

Wolfgang Akira

Damon Maitsu

Grace Madison

(More will be added)

Murder drones

N

Uzi

Error143

Mican yujin

Obscura

Keir (the thief)

Cirrus (the priest)

Fancy stranger

Blooming panic

Nightowl

Quest

Xyx

Nakedtoaster

Trapped with jester

The mf jester

Snaggemon

Garret

Repurpose

Kalei

Ramon

Dj roadkill

Mitts

Rosita

Noel

Fayebael

Witches x Warlocks

Lawrence

Zero

Carmilla

Damion

Spooky month

Kevin

Lilia

Jaune

Bob

Streber

The hatzgang

Dexter

Platonic

Skid

Pump

VTSOM (Vincent the secret of myers)

Draco

Vincent

Victor

Zalmona

Monsieur.M

Therpy with Dr.Albert Krueger

Dr.Albert Krueger

Taylor lee

Genshin impact

Every character 🫡 there are god Damm so many

Platonic

Klee

Qiqi

Diona

Dori

Nahida

MC (Mandela catalog)

Alt Gabriel

Alt ceser/ceser

Adam

Jonah

Mark

( also dessert au )

Apple pie Adam

Blueberry mark

Lemon tart Jonah

Strawberry ceser

The owl house (TOH)

Eda

Luz

Willow

Hunter/possessed hunter

Gus

Lilith

Raine 😩 bgg/puppet,possessed puppet

Amity

Maybe Belos 👹

Romantically platonic/or just platonic

King

Collector

Hooty

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Thank you for reading my rules and list. Have a great day/night. Request are closed from now. Don’t worry if you request something before Jan 2 I will get to it.You may ask further questions if you want to ask.

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[respawnin-cattie]

Hallo, Hallo!

Welcome to My HUMBLE ABODE :))

Let us see the rules of this place shall we?

WARNING/S:

No NSFW (not safe for work) requests! (I'm alright with yandere(nothing too extreme though) and/or horror and gore. It mostly depends what you would want me to write for.)

Please do not be rude in the comment section!

Constructive criticism is welcome here! (please do not be rude about it though.)

NO REQUESTS S.A/S.H TO ANY CHARACTER (unless it's a comfort fic but I do hope you wouldn't)

No PEDOPHILES

MORE IS TO COME |

THINGS I WOULD WRITE FOR:

Character × Reader

Character × Character (depends)

Curses/Swearing

Crack fics

Comfort fic♡

Angst

Character death(?)

Hurt no comfort

MlM

WlW

MORE IS TO COME ||

FANDOMS:

Welcome Home! (no nsfw of any kind!)

FnaF

Mandela Catalouge

Don't hug me I'm scared

Undertale/Au's (my knowledge isn't much of the Au's but I'll try my best!)

FnF (mods are allowed as well!)

Disney

Bee and Puppycat

MORE IS TO COME |||

[Author's note: the rules isn't completely done, so please go easy on the requests! Though I don't mind interacting with y'all ♡ So come by if you wanna have a chat!]

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[the-rocket-scientist]

Yandere! Alt. Gabriel X Reader (ROMANTIC) (Part 1)

Honestly I was waiting for this request to come while having no plot ready in mind Requested by Nadmur on AO3 Warning: gore, inhumane features, death, suicide, lengthy writing, kind of angsty? Not very heavy on angst tho (Alt. Gabriel = Lucifer Toonbriel = Gabriel)

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You are a child of a humble shepherd, and one of God's most devoted followers.

You held the Bible in your hands every morning and every night, and prayed to Him and glorified Him and asked for His mercy. Although your friends around you have scolded you for believing such lies, you only felt pity for them that they would end up in Hell if they kept denying the truth. You have tried countless of times to spread the word of God, the Gospel. But some people, like your friends, weren't so open to messages. There was word that spread around those days, the Son of God would descend from the Heavens and would be brought upon to Earth. But people were getting impatient and was losing their faith. You stayed strong, just like your mother and father. Your family wasn't the richest, as your mother made crafts and delicious goods to sell, and you had to admit, was one of the best items to be made and sold in this little countryside near Bethlehem. 

One day, at night, your father was tending his flock, with his other shepherd friend. You were beside them and talking to your father's friend's daughter. Her name was Ruth, a nice young female from the midst of Bethlehem. Ruth had dark large irises with long lashes, long dark brown curly hair, and tan skin, a little plump and shorter than you. You and Ruth weren't just friends, you were best friends with her. She showed humbleness and kindness towards everyone, and was another devoted follower of the Father, their Lord. Ruth was the only person you felt the closest to, as your other friends weren't as close to God as both of you were. She was just more... easily approachable and non-judgemental than the others were.

Suddenly, the four was blinded by a bright light from the skies. Was this the birth of the Father's Son, and were they there to witness it with their very own eyes? Suddenly, from the skies a masculine voice rang out, echoing across the meadows heavily, yet light as a flute. 

"Greetings!" 

Your father and friend stumbled in terror and tripped over each other as you and Ruth looked up at the strange, spirits, hugging each other in fear. The spirits were humanoids with golden halos over their heads, clad in white and pale golden robes, with magnificent white wings outstretched behind their backs. One of them flew towards the humans and approached carefully, his figure illuminated by a golden light that he himself radiated alone brightly. He wore a white robe over his yellow one, had blue eyes, fair skin, and short orange curly hair. He looked beautiful, and pure and holy, and no human languages could describe these heavenly angels.

"Don't be afraid!" the spirit reassured, "I am the Archangel Gabriel, and I bring forth with great news of great joy, for you and all people."

The shepherds stood up and you and Ruth let go, but not before looking at each other in the eyes and holding hands tightly.

"Tonight, your savior was born in Davidstown," the angel continued on his message, "He is Christ, the Lord. You will find him wrapped in soft cloth and lying in a manger."

Then the spirits sing heavenly while they flew away into the midnight skies, and the four watched them fly away and get enveloped by white clouds. The shepherds look at one another, and shrug to each other. "We should visit Christ, the Lord," your father said to his friend. "We got the privilege to see our savior, so we shall go and see the birth of the Son."

"That I agree with," his friend agreed. He turned to you and Ruth. "Young ones, prepare the food and water, for we shall go our way to Davidstown, Bethlehem. We will go when you are ready whenever you are, but make haste."

"Yes, father," Ruth said obediently, and you slightly bowed in respect to the elderly. Both of you went back inside the house. "Oh my, I am rather feeling nervous," Ruth whispered to you as both of you started packing for a journey to the city. "For we are the first to get to see our true Savior? I can't believe my luck that has passed forth to me."

You agreed with her, whether you were anxious to meet him in person, in birth, or excited. Possibly both. 

"I have finished, [Name]," Ruth informed you. "I shall be waiting for you outside, dear friend. Take your time as you may need." Then she left outside with a small bundle of bag, to help the shepherds herd their sheep in their pens. 

You were almost done packing when you suddenly heard an eldritch sound and the skies suddenly darkened. The world visibly darkened before your eyes, and even though you could barely see in the dark, you could hear. The deafening silence that blanketed heavily in the air. You were curious, and fearful, but you had to see what was going on. So you recklessly ran outside, but then hid behind a rock closeby the shepherds and Ruth. 

A pale, beautiful figure was in the sky, their face obscured by a black shadow. Their hair was long and wavy, apparently blond. They were clad in long, white robes that covered their feet yet they never seemed to get dirty from the soil. Their skin was pale and fair, their form slender. They seemed to look like the Archangel Gabriel, except more in a light grey monochromatic color scheme and the clothing was a little different. Their slinder, beautiful hands were clasped together as if desperate for a prayer. 

But this wasn't a holy spirit. 

"Do not be afraid, my dear shepherds."

Their raspy voice was whispery, trailing in the air with power despite the volume they were speaking in. Their pronunciation with words and accents were strange; some parts dragged out longer than usual or some words were pronounced strangely. Their voice did not sound humane, but they still sounded ethereal despite the strange conditions. 

"I have great news."

You kept on eavesdropping.

"I am your true savior."

... What??

"I know everything about what makes you human."

The way the being said unnerved you down the spine, and you shivered in fear and discomfort. The air was suddenly much colder than before. Had it always been this cold under the beautiful night sky?

The shadow in their face cleared slowly, and underneath revealed a surprisingly elegant face: almond blue eyes, fair skin and high cheekbones. 

"I know what you love."

Here the being smiled. 

"I know what you dread."

Here the false angel's face suddenly stretches unnaturally wide, and in a blink of your eyes, their face had completely changed. Tall, elongated white eyes with pitch black irises with a huge, uncanny smile impossible for a human. You father, his fried, and Ruth covered their ears with their hands and bent over, kneeling in pain, screaming. You were also doing the same, feeling sharp pains stabbing in your mind through your ears. You were also screaming, but it was silent and your screams were unheard. You closed your eyes tightly.

"Jesus loves me, this I know!  

"FOOȮ̴͓̯͚͉̥̈́͘Ọ̴̲͔͙̗͈̪͊̓͑͂͂̍̅O̷̲͙̊̔͒ͅO̴͖̎̾̐͛̄͒̃O̶̩͍̰̺͕̤̓̾̔͆̈̆͠  Ō̵̗̬̿̀̈̋̇̏̋ O̷̳̙͚͚̲͈̠͉̓̎Ó̸̧͉͕̗͓̳͌̇̆̅̕͝ O̶̙͚͌́̋͂̍̈́Ọ̵͉̳̫̻̯̈͂̊́͘ O̶̟͉̮̺̞̝̖̣͑̈́̈̾ Ǫ̵̨̳͍̩͙͙̤́́ Ŗ̵̧͉̹̈̆̆͂̇̆ O̷̧͙̓̂̈́̏͌̊͝R̶̺̗͠͠ R̷̩̫͍̬̅̑̓͆͑ Ŗ̵̲̲̤̿̍Ŕ̴̝̖͉̄ R̷̰͙͉̳̞͗̀̾̅̓̐̇͘R̶̨̨͔͍̼̺̟͌ Ŗ̴̛̪̗͍͙̆̈́͘ Ṟ̸͎͔͕͑̾̀̎͘͜ R̸̢̐̍͒̋͌͂̕͘ Ṟ̶̢̠͈̱͕͐̏͌̏͆̐͝ͅ R̷̯͈̭̦̹̖͑̂̔͑̏̎̇ Ṟ̶͓͓̣͚̜͆̌̐̽͐͠ R̵̤̊̈́̃̋͝  R̵̨̨̡͇̄ͅŖ̷͓̹̀̆̀̓̇̑͠R̴̨̛̘̰̘̯͔͈̳͊R̷̨̨͉̣̪̀R̷̜͎̯͓͇͔̖̃̀R̶̨͋̈́͑͑͑Ṙ̸̯͉̞͓͈̆̽̔̃̇̃-"

Then silence. The only thing you could hear was your own breath, panting from the adrenaline that shot through you.

Moments that seemed to last an eternity passed. 

The pain that have shot up in your head and in your ears stopped. You slowly looked up while uncovering your ears. You saw three fallen human figures, the false angel nowhere to be seen, but the skies were still pitch dark. You ran over to them, and realized with a lurching horror all of them died, blood pouring from their eyes and ears, pooling underneath their heads. Your father had his eyes closed, and his friend stared off into the valleys blanky, which was a mercy. 

But Ruth was staring, glassy eyed, right at you, her lifeless brown eyes boring into your own and burned into your mind. You couldn't move. It was as if she was blaming you that you couldn't stop her death. You couldn't breathe, as if someone was strangling you and sucking the breath out of you.

You felt like you were being watched by something else other than Ruth, but your legs gave in underneath you, and you collapsed onto your knees next to Ruth. Your dear friend Ruth. You felt your heart sink and hurt you as your emotions got wounded. You were deeply in grief, and anguished. Your best friend, taken away by that.. false angel. 

Who were they, entitled enough to call themselves that they were the true savior, and proceed to take your loved ones away in a night?

How DARE they take away your own life you didn't expect would change this drastically?

You started to cry as tears rolled down your cheeks. 

"Why do you weep?"

You didn't answer, because you knew the false angel was back. You didn't know why. Maybe they wanted to deceive you into further damnation. Maybe they wanted to see your life fall apart and walk away from God by suicide. Or maybe they just simply wanted to see your suffering.

"Beautiful one, there is no need to stay melancholy. I shall be here for you."

You didn't answer yet again. You just ran back inside your home in desperation to get away from the false angel's attraction. They watched you go inside the house and slam the door. They knew exactly why you were acting like this, but they couldn't help that heavy hearted feeling for a moment when you ran away from them. But no matter. He knows what you love, and what you dread. They are in neither of that list, as far as they knew. 

But even if by force, they'll make you love them. And only them.

. . . . . 

You felt the constant feel of being watched after that incident happened.

Whenever you went, a pair of eyes always followed you, but when you looked around no one was watching you in particular. When you were alone on night streets it was even worse, even hearing an occasional footstep behind you every once in a while. Your paranoia increased, and you refused to leave your home now. You were scared, honestly; nothing had made you this much terror before. You prayed to God, in hopes of His protection against the fear you were feeling, but strangely, He was silent and never replied. Which was strange, as 90% of the time you prayed to Him you heard His voice directly speaking to you. But now as if He disappeared, or abandoned you, or He wasn't able to receive any prayers.

The situation only turned for the worse from here. You thought it couldn't get any worse, but it did. Rumors of these beings known as Alternates, were silently replacing humanity, most of the times without much notice. Some had witnessed a tall figure of a shadow with piercing white eyes. Others have seen the similar creatures turn into one of the people they have killed. These people barely came out alive. Reports of a strange grey angel was sometimes seen walking in the streets, but every time the people blinked the angel vanished from view, as if they were never there.

You knew what that meant.

But no, you would never commit (or try to) commit a sin. That would be against the Ten Commandments, against the word of God. You would try your best to maintain your faith on Him. This was probably just one of His tests on you to see if you could hold onto your humbleness, right?

Right?

You firmly believed in this until the false angel approached you in your home while you were sleeping. When you have opened your eyes, startled, you were even more shocked to see that this being was invading your bedroom. Those pale blue eyes, cold as ice and intense, boring into your own. Their beautiful face seemingly illuminating in the dark even though black shadows emitted from this creature. 

"Greetings," they said in a whispery voice, sounding almost angelic, but you wouldn never forget that encounter that changed your life forever. "As you have already seen my true form, I will not conceal my true name from you. I am Lucifer of the fallen angels."

... wait.

Did this being just say...

Their name was Lucifer?

The infamous fallen angel known to have rebelled against God, and became the Deceiver, Satan himself?

"You seem quite surprised," Lucifer noted, mostly to himself. You were extremely confused. Yes, you were a very devoted follower of God, and expected that one day, Satan would come in a beautiful disguise and deceive you to turn away from the Lord. You heard of stories in the Bible where God would give permission to Satan to test their faith in the Heavenly Father, but you didn't expect Him to choose you as one of those beings. You were worth the time from the Devil himself to get personally deceived by him??

"I have come forth with wonderful news," Satan, or Lucifer, as he seems to be preferably called for now, spoke after watching you with careful eyes. He said this next sentence very carefully and slowly while watching your reaction. "I have decided... with lots of consideration and time put into the thoughts... that you shall become my apprentice... in the arts of deceiving and lies."

You stared back at him dumbly. What??? Not what you were expecting, but for the Lord you had to stay strong. You very politely declined his offer, despite the fearful stutterings you let out and a whimper of terror when he pursed his lips in slight impatience. 

"Why do you deny me, young one?" He said calmly, his patience everlasting. "Why do you choose to live in darkness, when I could bring you forth into light? I wish only for the best of you, [Name]." Here you shudder, because how did this creep figure out what your name was? You've never introduced to him in your life. "Why do you deny me?"

Stay strong, [Name].

You told him the reasons why, nervously, knowing this choice would bring great consequences.

The false angel's face turned grim and dark.

"I am your Lord, my child," he said sternly with a cold voice. Every word could not be unheard, all the letters burned into your head and brightly displayed what he was telling you. Every single letter, sharp as knives, unescapable. "You shall be my apprentice no matter the choice you desire to make. I will make the choices for you that shall benefit your life one way or another. It is only for the best for you, after all."

You cried out in pain as Lucifer loomed over you, shadows dancing behind his form. You kept denying him, repeating the truth in the Scripture over and over again, in hopes the words from the Bible cleared your mind. Instead, it strangely had the opposite effect, fogging up your mind, and your consciousness fading to darkness. The last words before your eyes fluttered closed was from Lucifer. 

"Sleep well, my love."

TO BE CONTINUED... in part 2

. . . . .

(Edit: this is one of my most popular chapters written long ago. If you want to read the rest of the parts without waiting for upload go to my WATTPAD and AO3 account for more! :D)

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[feralstuf]

Intruder (6) x reader headcannons yippiee!! ^_^

• Y'all met at your house. He broke in one night and the both of you just vibed together

• Please give him a bath or something, bro probably hasn't showered in months maybe even years 💀

• He will bring you little gifts and trinkets he finds "babe what's this?" "It's half of a bottle cap I found, thought you'd like it"

• Cuddles 24/7. Likes being big spoon and little spoon, it changes everytime

• Will be so embarrassed if you steal his hoodie, he thinks you look really good in it though

• He'll watch you do stuff, like if your drawing he just stands over you and stares

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[artemisiaghoul]

@enviousobstrucktionist here's your wonderful request!// Reader=Purple Ruth=Green Thatcher= Blue// !Gender Neutral¡Reader x Thatcher//

"Mandela County police department, what's your emergency?" A woman in a panicked voice says "The 7/11 is being robbed, they have a gun, please come quickly!" The dispatcher calmly reassures the woman that help is on the way, The call ends.

Ruth and Reader get in their police crown Victoria car and speed to the gas station, Shots are fired, Ruth grabs her walkey talkey and says "We need back up, shots have been fired, I repeat shots have been fired." Reader and Ruth quietly approach the gas station and Reader says "MANDELA COUNTY POLICE, PUT YOUR HANDS UP, I REPEAT PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR!" The robber looks at reader and smiles and shoots them in the leg, and the robber tries to make a run for it, Ruth quickly runs after them and tackles them, kicks the gun away and hand cuffs them. Ruth grabs her walkey talkey and says "Officer Y/LN down!" The backup finally arrived and takes the robber into custody and Thatcher races to Readers side "You're going to be okay, I'm gonna get you help. I know it hurts , just take deep breaths.." Thatcher kisses the top of Reader's head and signals the Ambulance over their way.

TIME SKIP:The Hospital

Thatcher is sitting by Reader's side, Reader finally wakes up, Thatcher speaks out in a calm yet concerned tone "How are you feeling?" Reader Smiles and speaks "Eh I feel okay, How long do I have to stay here?" Thatcher responds "They said they wanna do a few more tests just to make sure the bullet didn't damage anything and then you're free to go." Ruth walks in and looks at Reader"How's your leg doing?" "It feels fine, it's just got a little sting right now." Ruth sighs out of relief "Thank goodness, I was so worried!"

TIME SKIP: At Thatcher and Readers home

Reader and Thatcher are at home cuddling, "I'm sorry I wasn't there.." Reader looks up at him "It's not your fault, it's okay Hun.." A few minutes later they both fell asleep in each other's arms... (Not my GIF!!)

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