❝ 👑 — lady l: some people asked me for it, so here it is. I confess it was pretty soft, but that was my mood as I wrote it lol. I hope you like it! ❤️
❝tw: very implicit religious intolerance.
❝✝pairing: yandere!henry viii x female!reader.
After his disastrous marriage to Catherine of Aragon and Anne Boleyn, Henry had no plans to restore Catholicism to England, he was completely satisfied with the Church he had created. He was the Supreme Head and could do whatever he pleased, there were no more Popes trying to control him or his actions. He was content and had no plans to change that.
However, Henry faced growing political and religious challenges from within and without. Despite his satisfaction with the Church of England, he was pressured by members of the nobility and court who favored the restoration of Catholicism. He could simply execute them for treason, but he knew that was not the most viable option. Furthermore, tensions with Spain and other Catholic countries necessitated a religious policy that could calm diplomatic relations.
So, after Anne Boleyn's execution, Henry began looking for a Catholic bride. He wanted a simple solution, and he was certain a Catholic Queen could solve his problems.
That's how he met you and your family. Your family was devout Catholic and didn't agree at all with the religious changes he had made. However, when the King of England showed interest in you, they quickly pushed you in his direction. After all, the power and influence they would have if you became Queen of England would be immense.
Henry wasn't planning on falling in love with his next wife, all he wanted was an heir and a way to ease the growing tension between Catholics and Protestants. But he was attracted to you, you were beautiful and had qualities he found attractive and suitable for a wife and queen.
Your elegant manner and quick wit intrigued him, and he soon found himself captivated by your presence. He quickly realized that he liked you and in a special ceremony, Henry took you as his wife. To try to resolve the conflicts, Henry had a Catholic priest perform the ceremony and made clear his intentions to maintain peace between Catholics and Protestants, however fragile they might be.
You have complete freedom to practice your faith, and Henry will be sure of that. At your request, he reinstated the monasteries and banned the persecution of Catholics. He was still unwilling to convert again, but he had become more tolerant of your religious differences.
Henry truly developed an affection for you. Despite your differences, you were everything he wanted you to be. Kind, caring, and beautiful. Good qualities, but he still hoped for a male heir, and Henry won't cope well if you don't give him what he so desperately desires, what he desires most.
Henry proves himself a good husband (for once in his life) to you, and despite growing tensions between Protestants and Catholics, peace remains for now. He spoils you, always making a point of sending jewelry, food, and clothes he knows you'll love. The smile on your face is gratitude enough for the King of England's loving heart.
When the news of your pregnancy finally arrived, Henry was over the moon. He didn't leave your side throughout the pregnancy, always making sure you were eating right and being well cared for, both to try to prevent a miscarriage and because he needed to be close to you to feel calm. Every night when you go to sleep, he'll place his hands on your belly, praying for a son but also for your health and survival.
When Henry received the news that you went into labor, he was extremely anxious and worried. He wanted a child more than anything, but he was also terrified that you would die during childbirth, an unbearable thought for him. Henry grew to love you with a possessiveness that became an obsession, going against his own principles and habits. He valued your opinion on politics and religion, and he loved you, truly loved you, and he couldn't lose you.
When your son was finally born, the long-awaited boy, Henry nearly cried with joy and stayed by your side the entire time you looked at your baby, your heir. Henry couldn't remember feeling so happy. Resting his forehead against yours, he looked into your eyes and smiled.
Religious differences pale in comparison to your love. You would find a way to make it work and end this tension and persecution. Henry promised you this, for you and your son.
Nothing will ever come between you. Henry will make sure of it.
You had cried all night after Lucifer left you to cool down after you had screamed at and hit him. You were sure that your face must’ve shown it, but that was the least of your concerns after the door opened and Lucifer walked back in.
You scrambled back on the bed you had been dropped on the night before, though honestly, you had no idea how long you had been unconscious.
"Hello again, Stardust," He started, sighing at your obvious fear, "You need anything?"
"Yeah, to go home." You said, keeping your eyes on the fallen archangel as he walked closer to you.
As one could expect, you didn't trust him. Maybe you didn't have to be afraid as he hadn't hurt you yet, but your faith was keeping you from seeing anything but danger when it came to him.
"You know that won't happen."
Lucifer knew that you were afraid of him, and it frustrated him to no end. He could feel the connection between the two of you, he tried to keep in his mind that he could feel the bind more intensely than you thanks to his powers, but something kept screaming at him that he needed to be closer, to comfort you and make your fear go away.
He hated seeing you try to hide away from him, and it was painful to his heart to see that you were sad. This whole situation was already out of control and it had only been about two days.
For so long, even before he fell, before he could have imagined that anyone would fear him, he had wanted this. He had wanted to meet the one he was destined to be with. Before he fell, he thought it would be an angel, afterwards, he figured that if he still had one, it would be a demon or maybe a witch. He never thought, however, that Dad would persist in trying to get him to change his views of humanity.
"Please just tell me your name." Lucifer said.
"Y/N." You finally conceded.
"Y/N, okay," Lucifer was still working out how to talk to you, his mind was yelling at him that he shouldn't have kidnapped you if he wanted to chat.
You, on the other hand, knew exactly what you wanted to say and do, but you also knew better than to have a loud mouth and let instinct take over when dealing with Satan.
Realizing that you weren't going to keep the conversation going, Lucifer figured that it was up to him. He had never been the type to be stumbling while looking for the right words before, after all, you don't easily turn a third of the heavenly host against God, but there was apparently a difference when it came to conversing with your soulmate whom you kidnapped.
"Listen, I know you have some preconceived thoughts about me, but I'm asking you to look a bit further here. After all, I'm doing that for you." He said, almost cringing at his own tone. If he wanted you to accept him, he was going to have to learn to be a bit less harsh.
"You want me to look past the fact that you rebelled against God and created demons? And what's more, I'm supposed to ignore that you brought me here against my will, and I don't even know where here is?" You whispered, finally mustering your courage and looking at him again.
"I never meant to hurt anyone." Lucifer ground out through his teeth.
"You want me to believe that? You didn't seem to remember your peaceful intentions when you threw Dean into a tree." You spat back.
Lucifer looked at you angrily, and you recoiled once again. Your emotions had gotten the better of you once more. Sometimes you wondered why you had to be so sensitive, why your heart always ached so often for people you didn't know. It's how you've always been. You're the soft-hearted girl that can't keep her stupid emotions in and you hated yourself for it. The loathing of your own feeling had been a problem ever since you were a child.
Lucifer could sense the hate coming from you, as well as the fear, but as he reached further, he was surprised to realize the hate wasn't for him.
The instinct to hold you pushed itself to the front of his head as you started to cry again, and feeling something that had been foreign for so long, he sat down next to you on the bed and pulled your head into his chest.
You shocked yourself when you didn't resist Lucifer's hold, and instead felt your body rest its weight on him.
summary: instead of timothy being assaulted by mary eunice, the reader is in his place. finding them in the middle of it, timothy is outraged and vows to never let you get hurt again. he even goes as far as taking you with him to new york, where he reveals to you just how far he would go to protect you.
pairing: monsignor timothy howard x reader
word count: 2.3k words
warnings: ASSAULT. like. not too much into it, but the reader is assaulted by a possessed!mary eunice. so please, please, please. DO NOT read this, if that is going to do anything to you. slight NSFW scene because of the assault. but it is literally the minimum. possibility of ooc timothy howard. reader is catholic in this.
author’s notes: please for the love of everything good and holy DO NOT read this if assault will trigger anything. i’m not too sure where this came from. i really wanted to write a timothy howard thing and then this was born, shortly after i started playing anson seabra (which broken is one of the songs that inspired whatever the hell this is). i, uh, hope someone out there enjoys this train wreck
Your knuckles rapped at the wooden door to the Monsignor’s office. You heard him clear his throat before saying, “Come in.” And as you opened the door, you noticed that Sister Jude was also in there. She cast an annoyed look towards you, her back leaning into the chair she sat in.
“Monsignor,” you gave a hesitant smile towards the priest. “I was hoping that you would have a moment, but I can tell you’re busy. I’ll come back later—”
“No, Sister,” he quickly spoke. “Sister Jude was just leaving. Isn’t that right?” he asked, looking over at the nun.
Jude pursed her lips but nodded, standing up. “We will finish our conversation later, Monsignor.”
He gave a tight lipped smile before she left, leaving you standing at the door.
“Come on in,” he said, motioning towards the now empty chair. “Shut the door behind you.”
You did as you were told, shutting the door and coming over to sit down. You sat there for just a moment, trying to gather your thoughts before you looked up, your eyes meeting with the Monsignor’s.
“Is there something wrong, Sister [Your name]?”
You shook your head, but stopped yourself. “I… I think,” you messed with the edge of your sleeve, frowning deeply. “No. No, I know this. There is something going on with Sister Mary Eunice.”
He blinked slowly at you, raising an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”
“Monsignor, I know how it sounds. Absurd. But there is something going on with her. I cannot tell you what it is, but she isn’t the same.”
“Is that all you wish to speak with me about?” he asked, an unreadable expression on his face. He didn’t believe you. You knew immediately.
Clenching your jaw, you nodded. “Yes, that’s all, Monsignor Timothy.”
“Well, then, please show yourself out. I need to get a move on with these papers,” he spoke, not looking at you now.
You had to do something about this. No one believed you, and it was obvious.
—
Weeks had passed since your last proper conversation with Father Timothy. Sister Jude had been revoked of her status and she had actually become a patient at the hospital. You didn’t know what was worse—the fact that one of your sisters was now a patient, or the fact that Mary Eunice still walked around and no one expected anything.
For the hours that you were not needed with your job, you stuck to your bedroom. And at the moment, you were folding some of your clothes, putting them into your dresser drawer. There weren’t many inspections for the Sisters in this asylum, but it didn’t help to already be tidy so when it did happen, you didn’t have much to do.
Sitting on the edge of your bed, you finished folding a couple pieces of underwear when there was a knock at your door.
You looked up, frowning. “Come in.”
Sister Mary Eunice stood there, flashing you a quick smile as the door opened. “[Your name]. Just the person I wanted to talk to.”
You slowly sat the last pair of underwear that you had folded down, frowning over at the woman. “Can I help you? What do you need?”
“You’re the only person that can help me with this, [Your name],” she said, coming over and sitting down beside you. She took the underwear and tossed them on the floor, that same smile remaining on her lips. “[Your name],” she said, grabbing onto your wrist. “I see how you look at me.”
“What?” you deadpanned at the woman, trying to pull your wrist away. But her grip was tight. It was obvious that she wasn’t about to let you go.
She forcefully pushed you onto your back. Your head hit your pillow, and your headcovering slowly began to come off. She smirked down at you, pinning your hips underneath her with her own legs.
“Tell me, [Your name],” she said, moving down to kiss your jaw. Her hot breath fanned your neck. “You joined the Church at such a young age. Practically forced into the religion. I’m sure you’ve never been touched, have you?”
“W-what? Mary Eunice, please get off of me, I have no idea what you are implying, but I am not interested—”
She took in a breath, her smirk only growing. “Oh, dear, you’re still a virgin. We can’t have that, now, can we?” She grabbed your veil and tugged it off, watching your hair fall around your shoulders.
“Sister Mary Eunice, please. Stop it,” you said, your neck and face burning red with anxiety. Your heart pounded in your head, and you could hardly think straight as you felt her hand inch down to underneath your robes.
“You can’t tell me you don’t want this,” she grinned, pressing a rough kiss to your lips. You were sure with the force she used that your lips would be bruised.
“No, no, I don’t,” you let out, tears forming in your eyes as you felt the woman force her fingers into you. “Please. Please, Sister, please stop,” you begged, trying to sit up. With her other hand, she grabbed your wrists and held them in place.
But her assault only lasted for a couple more seconds as your door was opened for the second time that evening. Monsignor Timothy stood there, a shocked expression on his face before he looked at your state and then to Mary Eunice.
“Get off of her,” he spat, quickly rushing over. Without giving it much thought, he pushed Mary Eunice off of you. It didn’t take much, but you only assumed that was because Mary let him.
The Monsignor quickly pushed your dress down, his hands gently cupping your cheeks.
“[Your name],” he breathed out. “Are you okay?” he asked, guilt washing over him as he wiped your tears away.
“I told you.” You let out a soft sob, wrapping your arms around the man’s torso. His eyes widened a bit but he quickly hugged you back, glaring over at where Mary Eunice once stood. She was nowhere to be found, but he was sure that he would see her again.
“I.. I know you did. And I am so sorry. Sister, I will never let you out of my sight. This will never happen to you, again. I give you my word.”
You buried your face in his chest, trying to calm yourself down.
His embrace made you feel better, but it didn’t erase the fact that you had just been assaulted by someone who should have protected your soul and your dignity. Taking in a deep breath, you looked up at Timothy, your teeth taking in your bottom lip. You were just trying to calm down, at this point.
Timothy hushed you, gently running his fingers through your hair. It was all he knew to do to at least try and comfort you.
—
Seeing Mary Eunice again made you want to cry. But in this case of seeing her, you were leaving for New York with Monsignor Timothy. He kept his promise to you—he kept his eyes on you, and now, he was taking you along for his new position as the Cardinal-Archbishop of New York. You would be there for him, and he would be there for you.
You put your last suitcase in the back of his car, casting one last glance towards Briarcliff.
“You know,” you breathed out, looking towards Timothy as you did so. “I hate to say that I will not miss this place.”
He gave you a faint smile, chuckling softly. “I understand what you mean.” He looked back at it, before he went and opened the passenger door for you. You got in and he shut it, and then got in on the driver’s side. “Are you sure you want to come to New York with me?”
“Yes. I’m positive, Monsignor.”
He gave you yet another smile. “How many times have I told you to just call me Timothy? Especially since we’ll be driving all the way to New York. Enough with the formalities.”
You smiled in return. “You’re right, Timothy. Sorry.”
You looked in one of the mirrors on the side of the car, and you just watched the mental asylum get smaller and smaller as Timothy drove away.
You were unsure of your feelings towards timothy—ever since he saved you, you couldn’t help but feel inclined to have feelings for him. And with the religion. As much as you wanted to believe, there were times when you felt yourself slipping. However, despite all of this, you were grateful for Timothy and every string he has pulled to take you along with him. Had it not been for him, you might have not ever gotten out of there, let alone lived for as long as you have.
Clearing his throat to get your attention, Timothy began to speak.
“You know. I thought that I would mention this.” he looked out the window, one hand on the steering wheel as he drove. “When we get there. If you decide that you no longer want to be a part of the church…”
This caught your attention and you looked over at the man.
“I would go with you.”
Your eyes widened a bit and you stared him down. “What?”
“My title is paper only, at the moment. I have yet to go through the ceremony. But, I would back out of it. For you.”
“Are you crazy?” you watched him in disbelief. “Where is all of this coming from, Timothy? You’ve never mentioned anything like this before.”
He couldn’t help but smile. “[Your name],” he glanced at you from the corner of his eye. “Surely, this isn’t something you haven’t thought about.”
“Well,” you blushed. “I thought that we had gotten close. But I believed it was circumstantial. Never would I have thought that you returned my feelings—”
“—returned?”
As soon as the word had left your mouth, your face burned red. Of course, in a moment of trying to convince the Monsignor to continue on with his path in the church, you expressed that you felt the same way he did.
You looked away, leaning against your hand as you did so.
“You’ve worked hard to be where you are, Timothy. I don’t want to ruin that for you.”
He chuckled softly. “I know I’ve worked hard to be where I am. But I’ve also thought about this on more than one occasion… and I have never wanted to leave the church more, to be with you. I would give it all up.”
“Since when did you start feeling this way?”
Timothy clenched his jaw as he thought for a moment. “The night that I had walked in on Mary Eunice hurting you. I had plans on discussing my feelings for you. We have known each other for so long. I do believe that is one of the reasons I had started to believe you after you said that Mary had something wrong with her. And then, when I went to say something about it, about everything, it was far too late and far, too, a bad moment.”
You purse your lips at the mention of your assault, but you looked over at him.
“It was what I had been talking to Sister Jude about shortly before you showed up at my door. She believed that I was throwing everything away. After you left, I realized that what I had been feeling was true. I… apologize for how long it has taken for me to realize that I needed to tell that to you. And I sincerely apologize for me just now telling you this, when you were prepared to become a Sister in New York.”
“A new start.” you said.
“What?”
You began to smile. “You should think of it as a new start. We’ll be in a new place. And… we have hours more to discuss everything. I… should tell you that I feel the same way. And you’ve no need to apologize for just now realizing. I’m sure it took a lot for you to turn away from the Church after you’ve spent so long to get where you are, now.”
His expression softened at your words. He nearly jumped out of his skin when you took a hold of his free hand. It wasn’t that you scared him, he just didn’t expect you to do it.
“Thank you for saving me, Timothy. And thank you, for telling me that. All of it.”
He couldn’t help but smile. In the hours to come, the two of you would talk about what you would do once you got to the Church. How you would resign, where you would live. There was a lot to discuss, but just like you told Timothy, you reminded yourself that it was a new start. Unexpected, but new.
If anything out of what Timothy talked to you about, it would be the fact that he did feel so strongly about you—he wouldn’t give up his title or position for just anyone. What he felt about you was real. Faults, and all. All your trauma, all your self doubt, everything.
He would never reveal this to you, even though the two of you would eventually marry and settle down close to the Catholic church that you still attended, but he honestly didn't know what enticed him to give it all up. Something overcame him. Something directed him in your direction and he knew that he had to follow it. Perhaps, after all of his hard work, it was God showing His hand and giving him you. One of the best things that had happened in his long, God-loving life. That, and the new start that both of you were given.
Sam was inspecting your car as Dean finished talking to the priest and headed back over to him. You didn't know, but they had made fake badges with your last name so they could claim to be your brothers if something happened so no one would ask why they were worried about you. Cas was inside the church looking for any clue as to what happened.
"Did the priest see anything?" Sam asked.
"No, he said that Y/N was here for a couple hours and that she seemed really stressed out, but he didn't see anything suspicious before or after she left the building. What did you find in the car?" Dean replied.
"Uh, it was left unlocked and Y/N's purse was left in it, and it has her keys, wallet, and phone. And, if you thought that was bad, her bible is still in here. I can see her going off the grid for a bit, but she'd never leave that behind."
"Well maybe she picked up a new copy."
"That's her family's Italian bible from the eighteen-hundreds. She wouldn't just pick up a new one."
"Who holds on to a bible from the eighteen-hundreds?"
Dean had always been the most protective over you. It was probably because of your age combined with how gentle your nature was compared to him and Sam. You guys had first met when you were spending the summer with an aunt and uncle when they were with Bobby while their dad was hunting. You were five years old and Sam was nine, Dean thirteen. It was a sunny day and Dean had taken Sam to a park, you were on the swing with your backpack full of books and a first aid kit from Girl Scouts sitting on the ground. Sam fell off the monkey bars and cut his knee, and you had quickly gotten off the swing, grabbed your little first aid kit and approached him and Dean. You ended up putting a rabbit band-aid on the cut, and thus, you were dubbed ‘Bunny’. You three had been friends since, and they let you in on the monster hunting secret when you were 10.
As Sam and Dean talked, Castiel finished his inspection of the church and walked back to the brothers, who turned their attention to him.
"Lucifer was here. I can feel the traces of his power." Cas said with a grim face.
"This is Y/N's safety zone. If Lucifer was here and her car, purse, and bible were abandoned, there's only one explanation. He took her." Sam said.
"Okay, so how do we get her back?" Dean asked.
"Get her- Dean this isn't a vampire or werewolf. This is Lucifer. As much as I want Y/N to be safe, we can't do anything right now."
"So we just give up? She's practically our sister. We're not just dropping this!"
"Dean," Castiel intervened, "Sam is right. We don't have the power to help. The best we can do right now is hope Y/N is alright and keep trying to find a way to stop the apocalypse."
Meanwhile...
If your definition of 'alright' is that one is not bodily harmed, then yeah, Y/N was alright. If it comes to where someone is, well...Hell wasn't 'alright'. Because while the boys had their discussion, she was busy being stuck in a bedroom 'downstairs' with the Devil.
content- where you and your family have a cute little sunday after church!!
tw: mentions of catholic church
a/n: this is based off my church expiernce and church in general so please if you don’t like it don’t interact with it please!
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“Amore mia! We have to go now! If not we’ll be late!” Theo spoke as he held your baby girl in his arms as you were braiding Grace’s hair.
“Theo, have you actually seen the time? We still have forty minutes before we need to be on the road and a whole hour before church starts!” You explain looking at him. He was wearing his blue button up and those black slacks that made you want another kid apart from the five you have.
“Mamma viamo a mangerei dopo di messa?” Grace questions as you finished with her hair.
“No my heart, we’re going to eat like we always do after!” You tell your six year old. Grace nods and skips off as Natalie comes in for you to do her hair. All your girls were matching and wearing the same pale pink dress with white flowers. You had given them an option you weren’t forcing them to match they all really wanted to.
“How do you want your hair baby?” Natalie quickly tells you how she wants her hair and you began to style it while Theo and Gabbie watched you. As you finished Sienna and Cristian both run in and smile up at you.
“Mama are you ready?” Sienna asks holding a doll in her hand as her brother reaches for it.
“Almost sweet heart.”. You smile you look up at your husband,
“Amore I’m going to our the kids into the van so we can leave when you’re done.” He says and presses a kiss to your cheek.
“Thank you baby.” Finishing Natalie’s hair you two smile at each to her in the mirror.
“Mama you’re so pretty.” Natalie says as she twirls a coil you had done so nicely. Your heart melts at her compliment and place a kiss on her head.
“C’mon my angel let’s go with papa!” Hand in hand you two both go and get settled in the car and as you do Theo gets down and doesn’t let
your hand graze the door handle.
“Ti vedi stupenda amore.” Theo says as he leans into your lips. A giggle leaves your mouth as you lean into him and give him a peck.
“Ti amo.” You say slipping into the car. The ride to church was just filed with music and the girls talking about how they’re excited for the children’s liturgy. You had arrived to church and you and Theo took your spot in your normal pew towards the front. Sienna, your oldest went in first and her siblings followed Gabbie made sure she was next to her daddy the whole time while Cris sat next to you. As the mass started the kids were called for the children’s liturgy, all the kids except Gabbie left for the liturgy. Which left you three in the pew.
“I believe in,” As you stood for the creed you watched as you had gone through the whole
creed you saw that kids around the room began to come back from the liturgy had been coming back. You were looking for your kids. Theo noticed and gently placed his hand on your waist,
“There.” He nods towards the back of the church, they’d be bringing the sacraments up. As the church grew towards an end you all waited for the priest to leave so you could exit the pew. Holding hands with Cris all of the kids were excited about what they had learned at the liturgy. All of you walked to the car and were ready to eat. It was Natalie’s turn to choose and she desperately had been asking to try a new Italian spot.
“Però amore non è cosa buona! Si ti piacere mangiare cibo italiani chiedi a mamma!” Theo reasoned. Natalie pouted and the sweet four year old girls lip began to tremble.
“Però papa! I mi turno di scegliere!” She cries and that was enough for Theo to instantly
begin driving to the Italian restaurant.
“Mi dispiace sole mia.” Natalie smiles knowing her dad is going to take her to her choice of restaurant, she smiled and began to join in conversation with her siblings again. Arriving at the restaurant you were seated at a booth.
“And then, and then! We learned the signs for Lord!” Grace cheered. Theo smiled at his daughter and bite into his pasta, he made a face to you letting you know it wasn’t at all his favorite.
“That’s beautiful stellina!”
“Oh daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Natalie began demanding his attention.
“Mi sole cosa ti ha detto di no parlare mentre la tua sorella sta parlando.” Natalie pouted.
“Dispiace.” She apologies and Theo gives her a soft smile winking at he knowing she didn’t intentionally mean to speak over her sister. He hated to see his girls upset.
“Sta bene mi sole.” He tells her and she smiles at him as she enjoys her ravioli. You look at Theo and glance at your kids and smile at the life you have, this was something you’d always wanted to have. You look back at your husband and he smiles at you blowing you a kiss.
[translations]
amore mia (my love)
mamma viamo mangerie prima di messa?(mama are we eating before church?)
ti vedi stupenda (you look gorgeous)
ti amo ( i love you)
però mi sole non è cosa buona! si ti piace mangiare cibo italiana chiedi a mamma! (but my sun it isn’t good! if you want to eat italian ask mama!)
però papa! i mi turno di scegliere! (but dad! it’s my turn to choose!)
mi dispiace sole mia! (im sorry my sun!)
stellina (little star)
mi sole cosa ti ha detto di no parlare mentre la tua sorella parla? ( my sun what have i told you about speaking while your sister is speaking?)
