kinda obsessed with the idea of fallen angels mingling with humans. thinking of writing a fic about this with sam or dean winchester. just a fallen angel rebuilding life on earth, unsteadily, hiding their peculiarities, the way their halo is visible when the sun hits just right, the way their shoulder blades are more prominent even though they're not particularly skinny, the way their lips taste heady, of honey and heaven, the way churches get really quiet when they walk in, the smell of incense getting heavier by the second, the way their skin shines golden on summer days, shines silver during the winter months.
kinda obsessed, probably gonna channel that, lmk if you like the idea
What if reader was a fallen angel that fell in one of the islands and stayed there for thousands of years, before meeting the Roger pirates first, then to the strawhat pirates next, reader's patience that came from waiting for thousands of years paying off as Luffy makes a ton of chaos just by being there, nodding and smiling calmly from their chaotic energy, not minding anything.
What fallen angel!reader didn't notice was that the strawhat's had their yandere tendencies grow as they continued to spend their time with her, after a few weeks pass, they decided it was a great idea to just kidnap reader and let her become into a member. And all this happened without reader's consent
Warnings: Blasphemy, Father Ren being awful, Light Smut, Mild Violence
Word Count: 982
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Summary:
Father Ren will help you confess your sins.
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“Can I help you? The church is closed until Sunday.”
Kylo Ren approached the large double doors of the old, wooden building, an umbrella over his head. It was a gloomy Monday afternoon, and he typically came in a few times a week to check on any voicemails or emails that the church could have received. You were standing on your tip-toes in front of the doors, trying to peek through the stained glass windows with a look of concern on your face, your hair soaked from the light rain.
“I was hoping you could help me with something urgent, Father.”
Kylo stuck the key into the lock, twisting it while ensuring you were covered by the umbrella as well. You weren’t a familiar face - the priest would have certainly remembered somebody as beautiful as you, especially in a small town like this.
“Are you in need of a confession?” He spoke as he held the door open, letting you into the empty church.
“Desperately,” You whispered.
“Well, come on in then. It’s raining awfully hard and you’re in such revealing clothing. Are you new in town?”
“Thank you, Father…yes, I just moved here.”
The warmth of the interior helped bring your shivering to an ease. You looked back at him as he entered behind you, his amber eyes trailing along your figure from head to toe.
“Well, welcome to Chandrila Heights. We can talk about…modesty…another time, since you sound so urgent. What sin have you committed?”
You let out a deep breath, chewing on your bottom lip as you searched for your words.
“Adultery, sir.”
“Sir?” His eyebrow rose.
“Father.”
“Hm. Right,” He gave you a stern look, setting his satchel aside. “Adultery…did you engage in premarital sex?”
You toyed with the hem of your skirt. “No, what I did wasn’t with another person, Father.”
“Then what kind of adultery did you commit?”
“It was…something with myself. I-I was only curious, really.”
Father Ren’s pants felt rather tight. Who was this young woman? Alone in the rain, on a Monday afternoon, worried that curious masturbation was going to send her to the pits of hell. A living succubus with doe eyes and a short, short plaid skirt. A thin sweater that had her shivering like a kitten, nipples hard through the fabric.
Poor thing. Thank God she was in Father Ren’s hands.
Kylo got off on schoolgirl porn this morning too. What a strange coincidence.
He chose his next words carefully. “I didn’t catch your name, sweet girl.”
You spoke your name, Kylo's cheeks dimpling up in a smile at the sound of it, before he tested it on his tongue. The softest giggle snuck out of you as he pronounced it, a rosy blush forming on your cheeks.
“Correct.”
“Well,” Kylo spoke your name one more time, toying with your innocence. “It’s unfortunate that you committed such adultery and gave into that premarital urge with yourself. I’m glad that you and I ran into each other today. God’s plan always finds its way to righteousness.”
“Yes, I suppose it does,” You whispered, fluttering your lashes. “Could you help me ask God for forgiveness, Father?”
“I can’t just help, but I can guarantee it, Miss. Now, come closer, get on your knees right here and close your eyes. We can begin a prayer.”
You immediately got down on your knees and shut your eyes, Kylo looming over you. The sound of his belt fumbling in his hand was like music to your ears, the tip of his cock eventually making its way towards your pouty, gloss-covered lips.
As skin made contact with skin, your eyes snapped open; this time however, they were pitch black. Father Ren paled at the sight, his breath picking up when you suddenly took him whole in your mouth, your nails digging into his thighs to steady yourself. They tore through the black fabric of his slacks, stabbing into Kylo’s thighs as blood quickly soaked through the cotton. You had a hold on him like a leopard that was about to drag its prey up an Acacia tree. A mixture of deep moans and trembling groans of pain and pleasure fell out of him, and as terrified as he was, this was the best blowjob he’d ever experienced.
Emphasis on best blowjob.
You were a professional at them. It’s what got you kicked out of heaven in the first place.
In almost no time, Kylo came so hard that a few tears rolled down his cheeks, soaking the tight collar of his clergy shirt, his hand tightly wound-up in your hair. You pulled off of him, pulling a grunt of pain from his throat as your nails ripped out of his thighs, blood dripping from his skin and staining your fingers.
You sucked each of your fingers clean, humming as you kept deep eye contact with the terrified-yet-somehow-incredibly-turned-on priest.
“Next time,” You stood up on your tip-toes, your tongue tracing along Kylo’s jawline and the outside of his left ear. You gripped his chin with a small, delicate hand, kissing his lips and letting him taste the solution of his blood and hot seed on his tongue. “I’m taking you home with me.”
Father Ren blinked, and you were gone.
He almost thought he had hallucinated it all. The sting in his thighs had quickly ceased and the cuts from your nails were no longer visible, yet his pants were still torn and blood-soaked, his cock still out and covered in saliva, your sweet scent still lingering in the air.
Kylo went home and skimmed through his Bible, cover to cover that evening, before speaking a few prayers. A nervous habit.
Then, he opened up his laptop and pulled up a new tab, his hands trembling as he began to type into the search bar:
‘How to summon a fallen angel’
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(This work was inspired by this edit made by @kyloremus on Twitter that had me completely and utterly feral)
Anon requested: “Imagine Tyler Lockwood having an angel boyfriend”
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Warning: use of explicit language
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Being an angel wasn’t all it was chalked up to be. Sure there was the promise of eternal paradise, having a whole lot of siblings (and y/n meant hundreds), and occasionally being the one to take miracles down to Earth, but it was all so boring. So y/n had done what no other angel had done since Lucifer.
He rebelled.
In hindsight, it was a pretty fucking stupid idea. Childish really. But y/n was young and dumb, and like any young person he would act on impulses. He supposed any regular, good angel would have talked with Father, but not him. He got himself kicked out of paradise with all his siblings laughing at his stained wings.
No longer were they pure white. Now the large appendages were ink black. Burned, as Raphael would have said. Like Lucifer’s, Michael would have lectured. Gabriel would have made some witty comment and turned away from y/n in pity.
Being thrown to Earth was a shock on y/n’s system. It was how his second oldest brother found him, shaking and crying in pain at the too human sensations of being Fallen. Lucifer took y/n to Hell, taught him to function in his new form, and when he was ready, let the young angel back among humans in a small town called Mystic Falls.
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Running through the woods, y/n cursed under his breath as a crossbow bolt buried itself into a nearby tree. Why were people so adamant on shooting at him? Just because he made a few questionable choices (including to help his two year boyfriend Tyler steal something from the Hybrid’s household) didn’t mean people had to shoot at him!
Another crossbow bolt near his face was the last straw. Y/n stopped and turned towards the two brothers chasing him. They were vampires, why did they need a crossbow?!?!
“Alright, I’m stopping and putting my hands up!” And he did, but he was sure the brothers weren’t expecting anything like himself. The pursuing Mikaelson brothers came to a stop, the brunette one (was his name Elijah? Y/n didn’t remember if that was him or the other one) lowered the crossbow. That’s when y/n struck.
The woods shook with the power y/n summoned, maybe it was overkill but he didn’t care. His wings spread out behind him (more out of intimidation than actual use), and y/n used his powers to push the two Mikaelsons against the trees hard enough to break bones.
“Now, I’m going to leave you two here. Come after me, and there will be hell for both of you.” He left. Not long after that both Elijah and Klaus sat up wincing. They both had the same thought on their mind;
“What the hell just happened?”
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“Tyler!” The man in question looked up to see his boyfriend entering the room. He smiled and waved at the fallen angel.
“Hey babe. Did you get it?” Y/n tossed him the small box and leaned against the doorframe.
“Yeah, and I’m pretty sure I broke some people’s bones.”
“Terrific. Come here, I want to kiss you.” Y/n walked over and Tyler took his face in his hands. “I couldn’t have done this without you babe.”
“Trust me, I know.”
“You. Are. Amazing.” Each word was punctuated by a kiss. Y/n returned each one enthusiastically.
Maybe y/n was Fallen, but he wouldn’t trade his life for all the treasures of his Father.
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