Summary: You’re a prophet of the end times, but your true calling is endless and time has a way of changing your mind.
I have no idea how to summarize this. It’s a post-apocalyptic, fairy
tale/fantasy soulmate AU(-ish), inspired by this: On Loving an Angel
of War. Plus a metric eff-ton of physically/emotionally needy
sex—wow, so thirsty.
Reader Gender: Female
Word Count: 8,300+
(This damn thing. Bear with me, okay? Approximately half of that is
Smut, post-apocalyptic (human extinction mentioned, nothing
violent/graphic), manipulation, some dubious physical contact
(subtext only; smut is consensual), soulmates/bonding, wing kink,
accidental voyeurism, dirty talk, power dynamics (dominant Luci,
submissive reader), praise kink, oral sex (receiving), masturbation
in lieu of 2016, i decided to make a follow forever!!!
if you follow me and aren’t on this list, don’t take it personal–i’m putting people who interact with me the most and/or have been following for years!! (also if you fit both of these categories and i don’t have you just message me and let me know, maybe i didn’t recognize your url bc i suck)
all of y’all are wonderful and deserve recognition <33
holy frick frack paddywhack snick snack crackerjack it’s been 800 years since I thought about these guys
This was from a myth in a story I wrote when I was 13. It’s a long and somewhat complicated myth, so I’ll spare you for the moment . _. The point is that this was a redraw of a thing I drew three years ago: