#never take me to church. i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies right here. never take me to church

[whorediaries-09]

now i'm your daisy;

pairing- priest!remus lupin x reader warning(s)- 18+ content, dark themes. (let me know i should add more) [this is a dark fic. your media consumption is your choice and i'm not responsible for it. please do not continue under cut if you're uncomfortable.] a/n- here ya go honey @fictional-magic. i won't gatekeep ✍️.

ps- not using my regular taglist since this is a topic many people can be uncomfortable with.

little train

don't blame me (part one aka context)

' something happened for the first time, in the darkest little paradise shakin, pacin', i just need you. '

in the sweet innocence of the gentle sin, he worships you like a deity. like fresh poison, he consumes you, his lips travelling to every part of your body. he tells you his sins when he slips his tongue into your mouth, tasting you. he feels like a dog at the shrine of your light.

'you taste so delicious,' he whispers, as you nod. his hand unzips your dress, taking off the white fabric from your body. the cold air greets you, hardening your nipples into little nubs. he circles his fingers around him, his lips now on your neck.

'i've never had sex in a church before,' he says, sinking his canine into your neck. he sucks on the slightly sore spot and your hand travels into his locks.

'there's a...first time for everything i suppose,' you tease, arching your back. he laughs,

'i'm sure he won't mind. here let me help you with that,' you shimmy out of your cotton underwear.

'you'll have to say more than just your the rosary,' you say as he falls on his knees, his fingers sliding along the folds of your cunt. you arch your hips onto his fingers, the cruel hot madness of lust and greed ruining the plethora of your innocence. he slides his tongue between thighs, and you shake, your fingernails gripping onto his shoulder.

'yes, i'll have to say more than just the rosary. you're very funny,' he laughs, his tongue lapping onto your clit. you shake, and he catches you by your leg. he puts his thigh on your shoulder, his mouth still sucking on your sweet bundle of nerves. you arch your back, and he cranes his neck to see you ruining apart by his constant flicking and teasing.

'god forgive me,' you say, as he inserts two of his fingers into you. your fingers catch onto his hair, and you push him deeper between your legs. he licks up on your cunt, ravaging you like a starved man.

'we-shouldn't be doing this, but i want you so bad,' you scream, your voice echoing through the walls of the church. he pumps into you faster, finding your sweet spot with a curl of his long fingers.

'please, mr. lupin, right there-' you push his head deeper, as deep as you can, his stubble rubbing against the skin, wounding you with the mark of your sins. it breaks you apart into the havoc, when you feel your orgasm snap out of your body, your release pouring out of your body, coating his tongue.

he stands on his feet, his arm circling around your waist as he kisses you again, his mouth brandishing into yours. he lets the taste of you and his saliva down your throat and taste buds. it makes you shiver.

'i don't want to fuck you on the pier, it's not very comfy,' he says. his eyes wander about, and he continues, 'up on the altar,' your eyes widen.

'what? are you serious?' he nods,

'yes i'm serious, now up the altar,'

you walk towards the altar, your legs still shaky with the blissful euphoria. his hands grab you by your hips and he helps you up on it.

'perfect height,' he breathes, spreading your slick legs, 'lie back, sweetheart,' his eyes wander about your figure, legs wide apart, flushed cheeks, tears and mascara rolling down your face, and messy hair.

'just a like fucking angel,' he says, 'lay down for me sweetheart,' the stature of jesus hangs above you, the remnant of the sunshine filtering through the windows. as he slides down his shaft within your folds, teasing your slit with the tip of his cock his eyes wander over to the crucified jesus on the cross,

'perhaps, you'll forgive me,' he says. then he lowers down his eyes to your form, spread down beneath him. his hand wanders to your waist. 'perhaps, he's a bit jealous too,' he smiles. he digs his fingernails deep into your waist, pulling you closer and the other teases your entrance slowly with the tip of his cock.

'i'm gonna slide right in there okay? just tell me if you're uncomfortable,' he gasps, pushing himself inside of you. you arch your back, sinful moans leaving your mouth, his shaft filling you up to the brink. he braces himself by holding onto the edge of the altar, his knuckles turning white with the pressure.

'god, you're so wet f'me,' he praises, his finger now tucking a sweaty strand of hair behind your ear.

'jus' for you mr. lupin,' you mumble, quietly gasping as he pulls himself out just to push himself back into you again. his finger circles on your stimulated clit and breathes,

'sweetheart, the sounds you make. someone could hear them and walk right in, but don't you fucking stop.' he chuckles darkly, 'i want them to walk in, let the fucking world know how good you feel,'

'please,' you whimper, motioning him to continue. he nods, catching you by your hips and slowly rutting into you, pining you to the cold wood of the altar.

'god, why haven't we done this before? i have wanted to, believe me so many times,'

'me too, mr. lupin.' the pressure of his hands increase on your waist as he pulls you closer, pushing himself deeper, so deep you feel him in your cervix,

'really? i'm glad to know the feeling is mutual,' he bends down, his teeth nibbling and mouth sucking on the bites he leaves behind,

'that sunday you sat with me for hours discussing the gospels, i wanted to fuck you so bad, take you on the floor, marking you as mine. i wanted to push your head down on my cock the whole time i watched your mouth move,' he says, chuckling darkly as you clench around his cock. his finger linger on your lips, 'those lips, warm, welcoming and glistening with your spit,'

'you like the sound of that? i feel you clenching around my cock,' you nod, and he smiles, his tongue swiping for his lower lip.

'such a perfect warm and wet cunt,' he praises, 'i so quick witted, always has something to say.' he rubs your clit, and your walls convulse around him. your chest heaves as the hotness fills you up. you flutter your eyelashes as you feel his thrusts grow sloppy. wrapping your hands around his neck, you pull him closer, ravaging your mouth on his.

'fuck, fuck, i'm going to cum,' he says. he presses his hand down on your hip, 'please tell me i can cum inside you, fill you up,' you nod, your head in the euphoria of the shrine of your sins, as your cunt convulses around him and you release your orgasm around him for the second time that evening.

'please cum inside me, remus,' when you speak his name, his control topples over the edge of his insanity and he releases himself you, chanting your name. his cum drips out your abused hole when he pulls out his softened cock, painting your thighs and falling on the altar he fucked you over. your chest heaves with satisfactory exhaustion.

his eyes burn through you, and the lores of lust break down. he realizes he should've worshipped you sooner. he should've been your daisy sooner. you were his darkest little paradise, and he wanted nothing more than you. he'd fall from grace, to be succumbed by the madness of your serene lust. the only heaven he could be send to was when he alone with you, even when you offered him a deathless death.

[best-overplayed-song]

As someone who never understood the hype around Take Me To Church and keeps forgetting that song even exists, can I ask the fans what exactly it is you like about that song? Because my current hypothesis is that yall were around 14 when it came out and music just hits different when you're 14. What else is there to like, genuinely

I try to stay unbiased here but Hozier is one of the only musicians I allow myself to be pretentious about, so before i info dump about why i love take me to church here's some other hozier songs you should give a shot:

francesca [i'd go through hell again just to hold you one more time], nina cried power [song about activism and black activists], swan upon leda [about the violence of colonialism, misogyny, and religious bigotry], eat your young [about the violence of war, capitalism, and generational trauma], movement, to noise making (sing), shrike, NFWMB [sexy], sunlight

anyway take me to church is so much more than just “loving you is like church”. he starts off by telling us how happy his lover makes him, despite constantly being told by The Church he was born sick and his happiness is a result of sinful behavior. he rejects the religion being forced on him, because unlike christianity, his church doesn't force him to accept absolution to reach heaven ("my church offers no absolutes / she tells me, 'worship in the bedroom' / the only heaven I'll be sent to / is when i'm alone with you"). the last two lines of the first verse-- "i was born sick, but i love it / command me to be well"-- questions why a god would create us to be inherently sick only to punish us for being sick.

i see the the chorus as a smart-ass comparison of his relationship to christianity. The Church expects him to blindly worship their lies and confess his sins, which he knows will be used against him ("take me to church / i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies / i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife"), but he's supposed to accept this and devote his life to God so he can get to heaven ("offer me that deathless death / oh good god, let me give you my life"). by offering to do this for his lover, he's equating their love to religion.

in the second verse, he reiterates that he worships his lover with a metaphor ("if i'm a pagan of the good times / my lover's the sunlight"). the subtle remark of referring to the ancient practice of paganism as "the good times" comments on the colonization and forced conversion of ireland by christian england, which criminalized paganism. immediately after stating how his lover demands a sacrifice, he hungrily eyes the high horse The Church sits on, and questions what power they have over him and his people ("that's a fine lookin' high horse / what you got in the stable? / we've a lot of starving faithful"). this could also be a reference to the irish potato famine, which was not a result of drought, but of english lords forcing the irish to turn over their entire crop to send to england.

then we get the most poetic description of sex i've ever heard: "no masters or kings when the ritual begins / there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin / in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene / only then, i am human / only then, i am clean". fuck man

a lot of gay people with religious trauma love this song bc of everything i described above. also, it's a fuckin banger.

and yes i was 14 when it came out. what about it

[wordstome]

your brain holds so many scrumptious thoughts and ideas I absolutely adore reading anything you have to say.

that being said, König and his relationship to god and religion, discuss plz

hold for a second.

I'm standing outside your house with a baseball bat, because what do you MEANNNNNN dumb shit. I won't have you speak that way about these ideas that I like so much!!!

Alright then rolls sleeves let's get into it.

To be totally honest with you, Alexander (my König) just doesn't really think about religion at all. He grew up Catholic, but his family was never really that devout, so to him being Catholic is just something he puts down when forms ask him for religious affiliation. However, since I love some good religious guilt in my men, let's crank his Catholicism up to max.

...sorry, I got distracted by the idea of König in a preacher's collar. Can you imagine a little König in a Catholic schoolboy uniform? Ahhhhhhhhh the aesthetic of Catholicism. So much better than the actual religion. Anyway, do you remember that post "this character believes himself abandoned by God?" I think that's the essence of König's relationship with God. I don't know if you guys remember, but being a kid/teen SUCKS, y'all. I can easily see König going through childhood bullying and adopting a "if God exists, he will have to answer to me" attitude. Later in life I can absolutely see this merging with his anxiety coping mechanism, which is his emphasized confidence and arrogance. I don't think he develops a god complex necessarily, but something adjacent to it. It's actually quite well described in @kaiasdevotion's fic Break My Mind, specifically in chapter 6:

"Frankly, it makes no sense to him. He's killed many, butchered plenty, and murdered countless. Most die quietly, and some die bravely. One bunch dies with honor, a fucking joke of duty they pretend to hold onto. The other bunch, however, dies praying. To a god, to a higher power, to whoever strained voices can reach. But why? Why ask for mercy? Who are you asking? God? But it's him that's holding the weapon, is it not? Is it not König who has burning metal pushed down a bleeding tongue?"

(Kaia, you're brilliant.)

König definitely thinks faith is wasted on God, but true to his upbringing and his anxiety, he has a bad, bad, sense of Catholic guilt. If he felt like a dirty old pervert jerking off to your panties before, he feels even worse about it when his Catholic guilt kicks in. He's kind of absorbed a lot of those ideals about purity and sin, but rather than him caring about his own immortal soul or whatever (he's already done enough shit to constitute being sent to hell, and honestly, sometimes he thinks he's already in hell, so who gives a shit?) he worries about tainting you. As if his own existence in proximity to yours, his unquenchable hunger for your touch will corrupt your very being. He definitely beats himself up for that, but he's also got that demon in him, so it's certainly not going to stop him if you reciprocate.

And speaking of you, I can very easily see König doing the whole Hozier thing where his lover becomes his god. He will worship you, pray to you, and devote his life to you if you let him. The Take Me to Church parallels are obvious: "The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you [...] I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies // I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife // Offer me that deathless death // good God let me give you my life" I think König eventually detaches sinfulness from sexuality, and in fact associates it with virtue. The act of pleasuring his partner is like worship. And it’s a lot more fun than Mass, that’s for sure.

That serves as our segue into Foreigner’s God. Especially observant OGs may have noticed that I used some lyrics from Foreigner’s God as the title of a chapter of Shrike, because it just fit so well. But Foreigner’s God is sooo König (honestly reminds me of @kneelingshadowsalome Fatum Nos Iungebit König)

“She moved with shameless wonder // The perfect creature rarely seen” is just the way König thinks of his lover, very reverent. “Wondering who I copy // Mustering some tender charm” I do think König can and does learn to be charming, but it’s definitely something he learns with age and experience, and it’s still easy for him to be caught off guard and become awkward again when talking to a lady. This is kind of emblematic of his insecurities regarding the way he talks to people.

“She feels no control of her body // She feels no safety in my arms” You could take this line down a very dark yandere path, but for a softer König I tend to interpret it as projecting his own anxiety onto his lover: he’s always going to be some big, (sometimes far older) pervert who doesn’t know how to act or put them at ease with words. He worries that when his lover is with him, it’s always because he’s forced them in some way, and they don’t truly like him or feel safe with him.

“I've no language left to say it // But all I do is quake to her // Breaking if I try convey it // The broken love I make to her” sort of a continuation of both of the above. He finds himself awkward and stoic and not charming at all, but he loves his partner, and he thinks the easiest way for him to convey that is making love to them. Which admittedly he tends to be good at, if not with experience then sheer dedication (his size doesn’t hurt of course).

“Screaming the name of a foreigner’s god” While of course this works for a lover who isn’t Austrian/doesn’t speak German, I think König has definitely felt like a perpetual foreigner, othered by society at several points in his life. His lover is his god. He may be unworthy of them, but he will always be devoted. That’s his own sort of religious fanaticism. It’s like this quote by John Keats, which serves as my tl;dr for this entire post tbh:

“I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion—

I have shuddered at it,

I shudder no more.

I could be martyred for my religion.

Love is my religion

and I could die for that.

I could die for you.”

and that’s Königcore as hell.

[artofhazbinhotel]

Guitarspear playlist because the last ship playlist was well received

The Last of The Real Ones (Fallout Boy)

You are the sun

And I am just the planets spinning around you

You were too good to be true, gold plated

But what's inside you? But what's inside you?

I know this whole damn city thinks it needs you

But not as much as I do, as much as I do

Church (Fallout Boy)

If you were church I'd get on my knees

Confess my love, I'd know where to be

My sanctuary, you're holy to me

If you were church I'd get on my kness

I'd get on my knees, I'd get on my knees

Heaven's Gate (Fallout Boy)

One look from you and I'm on that faded love

Out of my body and flying above

If there were anymore left of me I'd give it to you

And I'll tell you that I am fine

But I'm a missile that's guided to you

Go out in the world to start over again and again

As many times as you can

And in the end if I don't make it on the list

Would you sneak me a wristband?

Would you give me a boost over heaven's gates?

Heaven Sent (Hinder)

Never saw the chemistry

That was there with you and me

It's been a long time coming

Just waiting on an angel to take me out of my hell

I'm falling for you, you came out of nowhere

Straight out the blue when heaven sent you

Take Me to Church (Hozier)

Take me to church,

I worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

If I'm a pagan of the good times

My lover's the sunlight

Keep the God on my side, he demands a sacrifice

Drain the whole sea, get something shiny

Francesca (Hozier)

My life was a storm, how could I fear any hurricane?

If someone asked me at the end,

I'd tell them put me back in, I would do it again

If I could hold you for a minute

I'd go through it again

I would still be surprised I could find you

I could find you in any life

If I could hold you for a minute

They're Only Human (Death Note)

They're only human, they don't see

Who they are is who they'll always be

Only human after all

So they push and they shove

With this thing they call love til they fall

Isn't it a farce? Isn't it a waste?

Struggling to face what can never be faced

Fan Behavior (Isaac Dunbar)

I guess I got myself a fan

It's fan behavior, you're a fan

As a result of my cold demeanor

You're pressed, a little bit obsessed

I take you for a fan, you take me as I am

I wonder what's going through your head

I know that you're a mess but secretly impressed

No Forgiveness (Shinki, Red Rob)

Sinners seeking validation,

You're the one who fell to temptation

Now we're caught up in altercations

Purge them all there's no salvation

Fall from grace, been led astray

Lost little lamb, you'll die today

When you fall the price you pay

Is no forgiveness when you pray

You wanna change your team and climb?

I'd much rather hear your screams and cries

Dreaming of seeing those pearly gates

Well, your nightmare arrives today

I'm the man that started it all

The only one who'll heed the call

To stir up sinners in the pot

Don't you know you had your shot?

You wanna get up to heaven?

This is no seven eleven

Think you can change well baby that's sad

Be Somebody (Thousand Foot Krutch)

I'm just a speck inside your head

I remember where it all began so clearly

I feel a million miles away,

Still you connect me in your way

And you created me

Something I would've never seen

When I could only see the floor

You made my window a door

So when they say they don't believe

I hope that they see you and me

After all the lights go down

I'm just the words, you are the sound

A strange type of chemistry

You've become a part of me

Without You (My Darkest Days)

If I had my way, I'd spend every day

Right by your side

And if I could stop time believe me I'd try

For you and I

And each moment you're gone

Is a moment too long in my life

So stay right here by my side right now

Because without you I'm a disaster

Thought you should know

And you're my ever after

Angel (Theory of a Deadman)

I'm in love with an angel, heaven forbid

Make me a believer with the touch of his skin

I'd go to hell and back

With you still lost in what we found

Worlds apart we were the same

Until we hit the ground

Maybe I'm crazy, maybe I'm weak

Maybe I'm blinded by what I see

You wanted a soldier, it wasn't me

Angel With a Shotgun (The Cab)

Get out your guns, battles begun

Are you a saint or a sinner?

If love's a fight then I shall die

With my heart on a trigger

They say before you start a war

You better know what you're fighting for

Well baby you are all that I adore

If love is what you need, a soldier I will be

Worship you (Kane Brown)

Don't get me wrong, I'm a god fearing christian man

But if you were a religion then damn

I don't know what I'd do

Yeah, I might have to worship you

I might have to sing your praise

I might have to go to church yeah

Every single night and day

Love religious metaphors songs

[star-luvrx]

Hozier lyrics as... Crowley

The only heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you

-take me to church

Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Oh, good God, let me give you my life

-take me to church

I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

-from eden

To share the space with simple living things Infinitely suffering, but fighting off like all creation The absence of itself, anyway

-first time

And though I burn, how could I fall When I am lifted by every word you say to me? If anything could fall at all, it's the world That falls away from me

-i, carrion

Falling from you drop by drop What I had left here I just held it tight So someone with your eyes Might come in time To hold me like water Or Christ, hold me like a knife

-who we are

And just knowin' that everything will end Should not change our plans when wе begin again

-all things end

I don't wanna be anything But I would do everything just to run away I don't wanna be anything like this at all But I would do everything if you'd hear me say

-anything but

Do you know I could break beneath the weight Of the goodness, love, I still carry for you? That I'd walk so far just to take The injury of finally knowin' you?

-unknown/nth

There's no plan, there's no hand on the rein As Mack explained, there will be darkness again

-no plan

You know when it's twelve o'clock in Soho, baby It's gin o'clock where I wake up, I don't know And I think about you though, everywhere I go And I've done everythin' and I've been everywhere, you know

-nobody

And on the other side, why should we deny the truth? We could have less to worry about, honey, I won't lie to you But everything I do, I've had no love like your love

-nobody

Be that hopeful feeling when Eden was lost  It's been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed Which side of the wall really suffers that cost?

-be

There are questions I can't ask Now at last, the worst is over See the way you hold yourself Reel against, your body's borders I know that you hate this place Not a trace of me would argue Honey, we should run away, oh someday

-to be alone

Boys, when my baby found me I was three days on a drunken sin I woke with her walls around me Nothin' in her room but an empty crib And I was burnin' up a fever I didn't care much how long I lived But I swear, I thought I dreamed her She never asked me once about the wrong I did

-work song

My babe would never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby, and my babe would have me When I was kissin' on my baby And she put her love down, soft and sweet In the low lamplight, I was free Heaven and hell were words to me

-work song

Don't give it a hand, offer it a soul Honey, make this easy Leave it to the land, this is what it knows

-it will come back

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

It can't be unlearned I've known the warmth of your doorways Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

-it will come back

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons Always keep them on a leash

-arsonists lullabye

Oh, if the car ran, the car was enough If the sun shone on us, it's a plus And the tank was always filled up

-damage gets done

Without shame, two outfits then to my name You'd end up in one when you'd stay We had nowhere to go and every desire for goin' there

-damage gats done

[trashytoastboi]

Day of Faith - Simeon

~Karaoke Bite~

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> Karaoke Bite: The characters at Karaoke

> Take Me to Church by Hozier

🖋️ Simeon heard the brothers bragging so much about their karaoke session in the human world, so he rallied the others and decided he wanted to experience it as well. He heard the raving reviews from Asmo and even Levi who gave every detail and embellishment, mostly about {Name} but still it seemed like fun. 

🖋️ Simeon was up first and had no idea what to sing or what to choose. There were themed songs, genres, songs by the decade, his head was spinning with overwhelming choice. {Name} helped him navigate and Simeon spotted a song called Take Me to Church. He chose it without second guessing- he can enjoy karaoke and get into worship at the same time. It’s a given! (Although {Name} tried to warn him) 

🖋️Simeon was taken aback when he started, never had he heard a worship song with the mention of a lover and a funeral. Or how that was the person being worshiped. The song wasn’t what Simeon expected but he found himself getting pulled into the lyrics, he could relate. He had someone he could worship and love so dearly as if they were a god. It wasn’t even a jest to say that Simeon’s voice was angelic. 

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

Offer me my deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

No masters or kings when the ritual begins

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

Only then I am human

Only then I am clean

Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen

Taglist: @completelyshatteredbrokenmschf @roninfromtheops

[dreamdaddydutch]

Absolution at the base of your Altar -  Summary:  The reader was there at Blackwater, experienced and saw it all. Now they’re having difficulty sleeping and experiencing horrendous night terrors, but there’s some solace to be found with Javier and shortly after the two become an item. It is in Javier’s arms and when in bed that the reader finds the cure to their guilt, the absolution they so desire and feel they need. It is worshipping at the feet of their lover and allowing themselves to be completely vulnerable and undone that they feel they may finally overcome the survivor’s guilt that haunts them. 

Chapter 6 Summary: Ahh here it is. The chapter that's utter filth and comes with a whole load of content/trigger warnings. Javier and the reader head into a church, they lock the doors so no one can disturb them whilst the reader is making her confessional. Things escalate rather quickly with the reader realising this is the perfect moment for her plan/idea to come to a head, Javier plays the role well and so the two indulge in a fantasy. !!Please read the CW/TW for this chapter!!

Pairing: Javier x f! (afab) reader  

Wordcount for Chapter 4 - 5,669.

Warnings: This chapter is fairly light on any cw - only thing is more reference to survivors guilt, along with guilt/shame over the night before. Smoking.

!!Minors DNI. 18+ Only!!

Read Chapter 1 here Chapter 2 here Chapter 3 here  Chapter 4 here Chapter 6 here

TW + CW: Unprotected PNV sex, oral, begging/hands and knees, penetration with objects, spitting, blasphemy, desecration, giving head, sex in a church, use of the word daddy, spanking, use of the C*** word, survivors guilt, pleasure from pain, derogatory language.

Take me to church. It wasn’t a question, it was demand. As you walked back through Valentine and passed the small church you had an urge to go in knowing it was more than just prayer on your mind.

You realised in that moment that part of the issue the night before was that it had been too planned, too organised, and in that respect it would never have worked. The pressure to get things just right had been unbearable, but this, there was no time to prepare now. It would be or it wouldn’t.

Javier led you inside. You breathed a sigh of relief when you realised you were the only ones in there, the service had long since finished, the doors were now open for anyone to come and seek the solace of God, to ask for forgiveness and confess their sins. Confessing your sins was all you’d thought about all day, but it was more than that, what you needed was more than that.

Inside you stood for a moment in the cool air looking around the church to be sure no one was in there and then you walked to the alter kneeling in front of it and saying a prayer in silence. The palms of your hand were pushed together, sweaty due to the nerves you felt over what was to come. Or at least what you hoped would come if Javier was agreeable to it.

“Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life”.

Javier was enchanted and stood awaiting instruction, was he supposed to be here with you, did you want him to pray or to comfort you?

“Javi,” you spoke without looking round to him, “Can you make sure the doors are closed and lock them or barricade them, just make sure no one can get in.”

You heard him behind you, without question he moved the furniture around complying with your wish.

“There all done,” his voice echoed.

You stood up and turned to him, your mind was completely made up and there was no going back, you couldn’t afford that now.

“Javier, I need to confess.”

He stepped closer, “I mean, I want to go to confessional and I need you to hear me.” You continued, he was stood right in front of you now, practically touching.

You needed to communicate exactly what this meant to him, but it was difficult without breaking the mood and spelling it out, so it was easier to just say, “this is it.”

You inhaled sharply through your nose and closed your eyes, “This is it; this is the moment Javier and I need you now.”

When you opened your eyes Javier nodded, “Then confess.”

You walked to the confessional boxes and drew the curtain, Javier stepped into the other side.

This would be okay, wouldn’t it? This wasn’t going to damn you to hell, well, if hell existed you were pretty sure you were already going there, and if atonement was real then you’d atoned over and over, you felt genuine remorse for something you’re not even sure you did. Surely a little fun wouldn’t change that.

The blood was pumping fast through your veins, a sweet mixture of sexual tension and anticipation, knowing what you were going to do in a house of God and knowing you could get caught. More than any of this though was the excitement at the certainty that after this you would finally be able to let go and move on with your life.

“Forgive me father for I have sinned.”

“How is it you have sinned my child.”

“Many things, as a child I stole sweets from a shop.”

“And did you feel remorse?”

“As a child, no. As an adult, no…. because the shop owner liked to kidnap little children.”

Javier was silent for a moment, “Only God can judge,” he finally said.

“Yes father, I have sinned many times in my life, taken lives but the lives taken were mostly not innocent just like my own. But I was a part of something awful where innocents died.” “Go on.”

“Blackwater, a great ship, it sunk…it sunk because of us, my friends and me. A woman, an innocent woman who was terrified died in cold blood, died for no reason apart from the fact it was so chaotic, and we were panicked. She didn’t need to lose her life for that.”

“And did you kill her, after all if the ship was sinking then perhaps it was a mercy after all.”

“No, he did.”

You heard Javier shuffle and move closer to the window, “Who child.”

“My friend, my leader…I don’t think he meant to, I think he was just as scared and confused as we were but now, I cannot sleep.”

You paused for a moment, waiting to see if Javier would respond, when he didn’t, you took it as a sign to continue.

“Every night I have nightmares, they plague me like a sickness and I wake up screaming. I…I want to die.”

Javier continued in his silence.

“But suicide is a sin isn’t it father, I will burn in hell if I take thine life, but what I don’t think God realises is that hell is earth at times, for some of us. I don’t want to die, I want to live, I want to do good and make up for all the bad I’ve done during my lifetime, that would be possible wouldn’t it father? To make good on the wrongs of the past.”

“There is always time,” you could hear in Javier’s voice, it was breaking ever so slightly, because you hadn’t told him this. Hadn’t told him about the thoughts of suicide that crossed your mind daily.

“I nearly did once too…” better out than in. “I stood in the middle of the night whilst everyone I loved was asleep or other side of the camp on guard duty, the metal of my gun cold in my hands,” you paused.

“But you didn’t do it,” Javier sounded relieved, he could play a part well but he couldn’t completely hide his emotions.

“You my Lord, you saved me. The thought of you, of being wrapped in your arms, your kisses to my neck, your fingers touching me. The scent of you in the evening, your breath against my ear. You are the God that I live for, you are the reason I am still here.

Father…my god is infinite and wise; he loves me as I love him. Do you think he will forgive me.”

“You are forgiven, go in peace child.”

“What if I wanted to show him how grateful I was, I want to worship at his alter and shower him with love divine. Could I do that here? I need you to show me the way, to take my hand and guide me. Show me how after all these weeks of pain and torment, show me how to pleasure you, how to feel true pleasure. I need it now more than anything. Please guide me to your alter, show me how we can be as one, I want to be filled up with you Lord God, I want to taste you and worship like the dog that I am. Everything, and anything for you.”

Your hand had dipped between your legs, you were already soaked, dripping at the thought of Javier being just the other side and all the filthy things you were saying. Your voice hitched as you spoke, and you became aware that your breathing was louder and more irregular.

“My child,” Javier spoke as you heard him undo the buttons on his pants. “Are you partaking in pleasuring yourself.”

“I…God forgive me.”

“What if the only way you can be forgiven is to experience true and ultimate pleasure and just the sweetest bit of pain?” Javier sounded so unlike himself, there was an element there of hesitation, you knew he’d be nervous, his often-awkward self. But there was a renewed confidence in the way he spoke.

He let out a quiet moan, you pictured where his hand would be, gripping onto the base of his shaft and squeezing just a little before pumping slowly up and down, his breath a little ragged as your fingers continued to work between your legs.

Then Javier spoke again, “Come, show me how sorry you are, show me how much you want to repent. Come worship at my alter and give me all you have.”

You stood up and opened the door of the confessional, the door beside you opened and as you looked in you saw Javier look more glorious than ever before. His legs were spread wide, he had one arm behind him, resting his head on it, lazily, hungrily, and ready for you. His cock was visible and red, hard and throbbing. A glisten of pre-cum wet the tip, his hand was once again wrapped around the base but didn’t move, he just wanted you to look at it and see how much he had to give you.

“Come here,” he motioned for you with his index finger. You obeyed, not shutting the door behind you, you couldn’t even if you tried there wouldn’t have been enough room, but no one would see you.

You knelt on the floor and crawled to him, feeling his intense stare at the back of your head. You kissed his boots; you’d have licked the bottom if he’d asked you too. Then he moved his feet, lifting them and briefly resting them across your back, “You make a fine stool.” He commented. “One good enough for God himself.” You heard the familiar sound of slick on skin, knowing that Javier must have started to jerk himself again.

And then you thought about Blackwater, you thought about the girl and how helpless you’d been…yes…how helpless you’d been. It was like the position you were in now, completely bound and unable to have done anything differently even if you’d tried. You were as much as a victim as they were.

Javier removed his legs from you, “Look at me,” you obeyed. “Mouth open,” again you obeyed.

Javier rubbed his index finger over his leaking tip and leant down, smearing himself over your plump lips, the urge to lick was overwhelming, but as you went to Javier scolded you, “Ah no, not just yet, there what pretty lipstick that makes on you.” He slipped a finger into your mouth and explored the warm cavity within, slowly at first, just enjoying you and taking his time about it. You moved your tongue to caress his digit, he slipped a second finger in and started to fuck your mouth with his fingers. You worked in earnest, showing him just what you were capable of doing with your mouth, your tongue…how you could make him feel if he’d only let you go down on him.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Would you do anything for me?”

“Yes my lord…” you murmured careful not to scratch his fingers.

“Anything to repent?” Instead of answering you sucked his fingers harder and moaned as you did so, you could taste the salt on your lips as your saliva mingled with it and entered into your mouth, but you wanted more.

When he finally pulled his fingers out of you, there was a string of spit which remained, he pulled it to his cock and wiped. “Now, show me what you just did again,” he sat backwards and put both arms behind his head, his legs spread a little further as you got up on both knees and went to suck him. You tongue first danced on the surface of his warm and soft skin, you took small laps at the pre-cum, and licked all the way down the thick vein to the base. Popping one of his balls in your mouth and gently sucking, his cock bounced with anticipation and delight. Your hands went to his strong muscular thighs, so you had something to hold onto whilst you pleasured him.

Javier’s words of encouragement drove you to do better, to make him feel better. You placed your mouth into the perfect O at the tip and then popped his head inside your mouth. You were warm and wet for him, a perfect home for his cock to rest inside for a while. Slowly you inched down until all of him was buried within you.

“Ahh yes, good girl, so good at showing me how much you love me, how much you believe in me.”

Your head started to bob up and down, finding a comfortable pace you could keep up with, sucking when you felt it was appropriate and swirling your tongue around his member when needed. Occasionally you allowed him to pop out of your mouth like a lollipop, giving him a few seconds of air and to get his breath back before you continued your assault on him.

Then came the hands on your head, Javier held you still as he thrust his hips up and down, face fucking you.

“Say your rosaries,” he said in a raspy voice.

And you did, trying not to forget a single one, for each one you spoke he would thrust into your mouth and wait for you to say another before he continued. You felt drunk on his cock, more sweet salt spilling into your mouth as he got closer to the edge.

“Will you accept the body and blood of Christ?” He asked, barely able to breathe.

You gripped his thighs in a sign that yes, you would. A few more thrusts up and Javier gave a strangled moan as he came into your mouth. You wanted every drop; his seed would replenish you and nurture you. It was this liquid that was, in a fashion like gold to you and because your saviour had bestowed the gift upon you, you knew that everything would be okay.

Javier kept his cock in your mouth even as he started to go soft, he gently rocked himself muttering barely audible words of praise as he did. And then he pulled himself out, in many respects you’d expected it all to be over now, Javier had helped you gain a level of enlightenment surrounding your situation which you’d hoped for, and he had received pleasure. What you hadn’t counted on was that this wouldn’t be the end and for the role to be complete for Javier as well, he would require you to experience that pain, pleasure, humiliation and finally love.

“Stand.” He instructed, you bade as you were told. He did up his pants and too stood. When he did you were chest to chest. He pressed his nose against you briefly, you guessed it was to let you know it will still him, he still knew he was playing a role and loved you dearly.

“Turn,” he instructed. “Walk over to the alter.”

He couldn’t be, could he? The ache between your legs was unbearable, made worse by the fact that you’d been touching yourself for a while, you were now well and truly frustrated, even as you walked you could feel the heat and the moisture between your legs.

“Pull down your underwear and lean against the alter facing away from me.”

You did as you were told, your legs were spread with your under garments down as far as you could pull them, your skirts covered your exposed bottom. Javier lifted them, the cool air was a pleasant sensation. He smoothed a warm hand over one of the cheeks and then spanked you suddenly, your body shuddered against the alter, “Yes…” you murmured, “More.”

“More what?” He asked.

“My lord, sir…Daddy, spank me into submission.”

You knew Javier well enough to know those words would have made him quake a little where he was stood and that he’d proudly be wearing a smirk right now.

He placed a hand hard on your upper back and pushed you down onto the alter, caring not that several candle sticks fell as he did so, the sound surely loud enough to alert someone outside.

“Now spread your legs as far as you can.”

Moving your feet further to each side had the desired affect for Javier, you were exposing the most intimate part of your anatomy, your pussy was now parted and in perfect position for him to have his way with you.

“Hmm so tasty.” Suddenly you felt a finger by your entrance, and he slipped it right in without warning causing your knees to buckle and you let out a strangled moan. He fucked you a few times, his thumb occasionally grazing your clit. When you shook again he spanked you hard, “Stay still.” He commanded.

He spanked you again in the same place, again and again…getting hard each time. Between every 6-8 spanks he would spank your other cheek just for good measure.

And then came a spank in a place unexpected, he slapped your pussy, it stung irrefutably but there was also pleasure in it, he showed mercy after spanking by gently rubbing you with the palm of his hand, pinching your clit so hard it nearly hurt and then tickling it.

You did everything you could to stop yourself from shaking but it wasn’t enough, your knees were too weak for the assault on your body.

Spank…again…again… you felt hot tears in your eyes as the pain started to spread. He spanked your thighs too, there would be so many bruises and you hoped that if you got changed in camp a little close to Dutch or Charles or Arthur…any of them that they would see the marks on your body, that they would know Mr Escuella knew how to please you.

Javier took a few steps backwards; you heard his heels clipping on the floor and then the sound of wood creaking as he sat down on one of the pews. You wanted to stand up, to look behind you and see what was happening but it would ruin the game and risk spoiling the progress made. So, you remained silent, awaiting his next command. Without his hands near you your skin was starting to get cold.

“What a pretty pussy you have and it’s all mine,” he said. He let out a sigh, “Say a prayer, you are after all at the altar of God and it would be incredibly disrespectful not to praise him right now, after all look how much love he has given you. Pray for the souls of the lost, pray for those you want mercy from, for the atonement you so desire,” he paused, “And deserve.”

“Palms together, pray properly.”

And you did as you were told, palms together and much like a child at the foot of their bed saying their nightly prayers. You prayed silently though your words moved your lips. Javier stood up again and came over to you, you felt his presence right behind you as you continued in your prayer, determined that this was the moment when every word would come out, everything you needed to say to feel better, this was surely it.

Javier knelt down and without warning he kissed your aching cunt. Your breath hitched and you stopped praying, “Don’t you dare stop…after all look how good I’m being, it’s the least you could do,” Javier said as he licked a strip up from your entrance to your clit. “I know you think I can’t hear you, but I can… what would Dutch say if he saw us like this?”

Javier held onto your soft thighs, squeezing as he continued to lick you, his tongue dipping inside you, tasting your juices. You held tightly onto the alter, thinking that this must be the most sacrilegious thing you’d ever done or been involved in, this was worse than Black Water. But you didn’t have a chance to feel guilty when it felt so good. He licked slowly in long strips, his tongue gently playing with your clit, flicking it over and over again over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Javier…please,” you begged, you needed him inside you now, no ifs no buts. There was nothing in the world you wanted more than to be full of him and to see stars. He slipped a finger back inside you, past the knuckle, his rings rubbing pleasantly against the muscle of your walls, another finger and then another, scissoring as he pumped in and out. He removed his mouth from you for a moment, you were so cold against the air, swollen and red. You dribbled on the white clothes unable to keep your tongue in your mouth.

Javier spanked you again then blew onto your clit, making you shudder, “Oh Javier, I just need to cum.”

“Who do you want to come for?”

“You…the lord….God I need to come.”

“And have you fully repented?” He asked.

“Yes, I am truly sorry, I dedicate myself to you and the rest of my life, I will always be yours.”

“Good girl.”

Javier removed his fingers from you and put a hand on each cheek, he wobbled them pulling them apart and pushing them back together, he buried his face in between and nuzzled, his mouth on your cunt, his nose pressing against the entrance to your ass.

He returned to licking you, his fingers this time slowly pushing past the wall of muscle of your ass. It wasn’t an unpleasant sensation, it stung a little at first as anal was not something the two of you had ever tried so this was completely new. But it didn’t make it bad, it felt utterly filthy but you were too tired to protest, the way he pleasured you had left you completely drained of all energy.

“You like that? You like me filling up your dirty hole.”

“Hmmm.”

“What’s that? Tell me what it feels like to you, tell me how you like it. How much you want me to fill both your slutty holes. You’re so desperate for me aren’t you, such a needy thing, I’m not even sure if you’re grateful for this.”

He pushed another finger into your ass and scissored, further down and deeper into you. His other hand he stroked your thigh and slowly moved back towards the entrance to your cunt, he slipped two fingers inside at once and his tongue returned to kissing and sucking your clit. The noises that were being made were absolutely obscene, so wet and slick, the moisture on his fingers, his lips his tongue being rubbed all against your flesh.

“God yes, please, fuck me with your fingers, harder…” And Javier obliged, “Harder still….” Again he obliged and now as he went faster it was almost on the verge of pain but you felt blinded so nothing else mattered in the world, you couldn’t think about anything else, there was no guilt only pain and pleasure.

You felt yourself getting closer and knew that within in a minute you’d be a mess on the floor if Javier continued the way he was. You clenched around his fingers so tight as you could, Javier let out a mumble of approval from between your folds.

The feeling built in your stomach and travelled down to your cunt and up to your mouth, ready to leave your body in an explosion of pleasure.

Javier stopped abruptly as he could feel you were getting close, “Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to,” he continued to fuck you with his fingers as he spoke. You held your breath, trying to hold back the orgasm that was creeping up on you. Just how long could we hold out for?

“Please God let me cum,” you begged.

Javier, being the obliging type kissed you gently between your legs and then relented, “Yes, cum for me now and let it all go.”

You did as commanded, your legs bending slightly your body completely limp over the alter with no energy left, tears stinging your eyes you let it all go. For the first time in your relationship you felt more than cum leaving your body, you could hear the splashing of liquid across Javier’s face, his fingers getting drenched as your squirted all over him.

“Yes fuck, fuck, fuck…” all you could do was swear over and over, there was no time to feel embarrassed, no room for regret.

“Oh my baby girl, I did not know you could do that, I did not know I could make you do that…” Javier murmured as you heard the sound of him licking you, slurping every last drop.

You’d expected it to be over now, expected the lesson to have been learnt and for Javier to relent. What you hadn’t counted on was that Javier would be hard again and ready for more.

He unbuckled his belt and undid his pants once again. He used the slick from your body to lube up his cock, “Are you ready for me?” He asked breathy.

You lifted your head from the alter and nodded as best as you could. You wished you could fall to the ground, wished he’d fuck you on the floor but you knew if you tried then they’d be punishment from him.

“Yes, yes God I am ready, penetrate me, fill me with your seed so I may be born again, so I may be clean and pure. Cleanse my soul with your being.

He lifted your hips a little so that you were more laying across the alter, you heard the clang of metal and then something cold against your entrance, he slowly pushed an object into you, “Ahhhh,” you were completely the opposite of clenching now, needing every inch of you to be able to stretch to accommodate the object which you would later learn was a silver candle stick holder.

Javier chuckled watching you so helpless, after leaving it inside you for a minute he pulled it out, torture was the only word that sprung to mind.

Then he pressed his cock against your entrance and pushed in, bottoming out in one swift motion. He remained there for a moment allowing you to get accommodated to him and then started to thrust in and out at a fast pace. You knew Javier well enough to know that he wouldn’t last long, “You are so wet for me my darling, god my cock is just slipping in and out of you.”

His hand tangled up in your hair and gently he pulled back, you rose a little from the alter with your hair being pulled tightly by Javier, he pulled you right back into his chest, pressing kisses against your neck that turned into bites. Another hand came down and caressed one of your breasts, pinching and squeezing your nipple tightly. You could feel his breath on your neck as he moaned into you, Javier didn’t need to hold your hair now, you would have continued to lean back anyway just wanting to be close to him.

He continued to fuck you like a dog in heat, one of his hands now wrapped around your neck, the other followed, you fell forward a little as he gripped tighter on your neck making it more difficult for you to breathe. You started to see stars as he choked you.

“You’re all mine you know that,” he breathed into your back, “You like it when I choke you? Like it when I have your life in my hands.”

“Yes,” you tried to reply, but it was difficult with his strength almost constricting your windpipe.

“Oh I need to see your face,” he confessed as he let go of your neck.

You didn’t move, you simple allowed Javier to turn you over and pull you to the ground.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered.

You spread them, “No wider,” he ordered. You felt completely humiliated lying spread eagle for him, your hole exposed to the air. Javier knelt above you jerking off, then he spat between your legs and rubbed his thumb over you, you still hadn’t recovered from your previous orgasm and it made you shudder violently.

He spat again and then leaned over you, “Open,” he ordered, you opened your mouth and he spat into it. You shut your eyes and Javier paused, as if he were waiting for the safe word, maybe you didn’t like this as much as you had the night before. But you said nothing, the taste of his saliva on your lips felt like heaven.

Javier then entered you again, he stroked your hair as he fucked you, though your eyes remained mostly closed he continued to look at you whilst he continued, looking adoringly at what a pretty mess you’d become all for him.

“I’m close darling, are you ready for me,” he asked.

You didn’t really notice it happen but suddenly he stopped the act and all you could see was love, all you felt was love. Javier was making love to you again, all the rough had been pushed aside and perhaps this is what you needed at the end, you needed to go through all that pain with him to reach the other side and find love for yourself once again.

As he got close to orgasm he leant down and pressed a kiss to your lips, you didn’t plan on letting him go as you captured his lips between your own and continued to kiss him. When he came it was deep inside of you, hot spurts of cum tingling as he moaned your name, such a sweet release.

When Javier pulled back and looked at you, he was surprised at what he saw. You were laying still on your back, your eyes opened wide and staring at the ceiling of the church as if you’d seen God. Afterwards you would claim there was no other way to explain it than to say that at the end of everything you endured and reaching climax together that you had seen birth and death, you had witnessed the universe in its most primordial state and that you had seen the afterlife, you had been martyred in that respect.

“Javier,” you finally spoke after a few minutes, your eyes now moving to look at him, “Javier, my darling, thank you. It worked.” Javier had been sat over you, straddling your hips until he lay down on you, his head pressed to your chest just listening to your heartbeat slow down.

“It’s all okay my love, it’s all better now, everything will be okay.”

Javier sat up, his face too wore the mask of someone who had transcended and seen greatness, whilst it was an experience you doubted you would repeat again, at least not quite to the full intensity you had that afternoon.

You finally became aware of the noises of the outside world, a little shame flushed across your face when you thought of all the people who would worship in here not knowing what the two of you had gotten up to. And yet, it was love was it not? It was atonement, it was confession and you’d wanted to scream Mea Culpa before and now, these were no longer words that you felt would sound right coming from your lips. Javier had helped you to see the light and be free of the pain and inexplicable guilt you were carrying.

“Ay, it sounds like someone really wants to pray…” Javier muttered.

Then you realised what he was referring to, there was someone outside banging on the door and trying to get in.

“Ay ay, wait one minute, patience!” Javier shouted.

You stifled a giggle as he helped you to your feet, Javier removed his bandana and softly he wiped between your legs to ensure you were dry enough to get changed, then as you dressed he pulled up his pants and snapped his belt shut. Quickly he tidied up the alter, rubbing down the candle stick and placing everything where it was before, careful with it to be just perfect.

Out of the corner of your eye you saw him make the sign of the cross, you would ask him about it later.

Javier closed the doors to the confessional, then he looked at the floor where you were stood, it was still a little wet, glistening with evidence at the sin you’d committed. Again, his bandana came in handy as he got to work cleaning it up.

He sniffed the material afterwards and smirked, suddenly appearing goofy, you went to slap him away from it and he snatched it back close to his face, “I will enjoy this later.” He said leaving you wondering what exactly he was planning on doing with it.

“Now, one final instruction from me, kneel at the alter and pretend to cry,” he said.

You were confused, why would you do that?

As if reading your mind he added, “I need an excuse as to why this door has been closed and we’ve locked ourselves in here, so we lie, we say your mother died and you needed to be alone without anyone to witness your grief apart from god.”

That could work… You nodded and knelt down as Javier walked to the back of the church and unlocked the doors.

“I am sorry, her mother she just died and needed to be alone. She needed to speak to God and make her peace, it would have been impossible with anyone else in here.” You heard Javier make your excuses and smiled as you stayed in your position, head bowed, and palms of your hand pushed together.

You heard footsteps come into the church and a few disgruntled noises and complaints, but they bought it.

[confuseddimensiontraveler]

As soon as I heard Crowleys playlist had Take Me To Church on it i lost my shit, and now that the new season is out (and I’ve had the song on loop for an hour) I finally wrote my analysis of him and this song! also all of this is just my interpretation, please don’t hurt me I’m young and feeble.

Major Good Omens 2 spoilers ahead!! You’ve been warned

Take Me To Church + Crowley Analysis (does not include all the lyrics soz)

My lover's got humor

She's the giggle at a funeral

Knows everybody's disapproval

I should've worshiped her sooner

Aziraphale is not very good at social cues or understanding human matters, and knows what happens when he disobeys heaven and how they feel about him, but he still does what he thinks is best; both of which are things Crowley likes about him. Crowley didn’t even fully realize he loved Aziraphale until Nina and Maggie (my hero’s) had to shove it in his face.

If the Heavens ever did speak

She's the last true mouthpiece

Aziraphale is one of the last few angels who does things that can really be considered good/godly, like helping humans and just being generally nice.

Every Sunday's getting more bleak

A fresh poison each week

Each time Crowley is forced to interact with heaven it just gets worse and worse, like being kicked out and then heaven trying to end the world, until they take Aziraphale away from him.

"We were born sick", you heard them say it

My church offers no absolutes

Everyone keeps telling them it’s unnatural for an Angel and a demon to be friends + the church not offering absolutes as in all the angels talking about the great plan though no one really knows what it is.

The only Heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you

Crowleys never going to make it back to heaven, and the closest he’s going to get is his relationship with aziraphale. Plus the only times he’s actually seen happy are with Aziraphale.

I was born sick, but I love it

Command me to be well

A-, Amen, Amen, Amen

He doesn’t want to go back to heaven either, he likes being a demon, he just wants them to be able to be them. He wants to want to do whatever Aziraphale wants, but he doesn’t, he has his own interests too.

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

Crowley follows Aziraphale basically everywhere, including literally a church despite what it does to him, and in his mind they shared a similar devotion because they’re “partners”. Like when Aziraphale trusted him to shoot him for a magic trick. So when Aziraphale leaves, it makes him feel like the whole thing was a lie. He even waits for him to come back, but he doesn’t, and it leaves him feeling abandoned.

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

After the kiss, Aziraphale only says “I forgive you.” like it was a bad thing. Then he left, and Crowley can’t die, but that almost makes being alone worse. He spends so long just being there to protect him, and then he’s gone, and he no longer has someone to spend eternity with.

If I'm a pagan of the good times

My lover's the sunlight

The definition of pagan is “a person holding religious beliefs other than those of the main or recognized religions,” so in Crowleys case, he’s a pagan of the good times because supposedly god wants to destroy the earth, which means by choosing to try to stop it, he’s going against Christianity. Aziraphale is just the sunlight to his darkness (I love them so bad).

To keep the Goddess on my side

She demands a sacrifice

Crowley makes many sacrifices over the course of the 1st season to prevent the end of the season, and eventually he’s forced to give up Aziraphale to heaven after they remove Gabriel because he vetoes Armageddon.

Drain the whole sea

Get something shiny

The first time they really talk is when God floods earth, and it’s also when some of the initial seeds of rebellion are implanted in Crowley specifically. Aziraphale has already given away the sword, but it’s the first example Crowley cares for people (very not-demon-like), which is what leads to their friendship/seeing each other as kindred spirits.

Something meaty for the main course

That's a fine looking high horse

What you got in the stable?

This could either be about heaven in its entirety or Aziraphale, with both acting like Crowleys below him when really they’re much more similar than that, and that all the angels isn’t perfect either.

We've a lot of starving faithful

That looks tasty

That looks plenty

This is hungry work

The demons are plenty in numbers, and greed is literally one of the seven deadly sins. Even being less “demon” than most of them, Crowley isn’t perfect. He wants a lot. Plus some of the things he does take a certain… demon-ness other people don’t have, but they get results.

No masters or kings when the ritual begins

There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

When it’s just them working together, there’s always the looming presence of heaven and hell, but that’s not what they’re representing, respectively. Each side commits atrocities in the name of war, but with their “gentle sin” being rebelling against their organizations, it separates them from that. They’re just an “us”, to Crowley.

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene

Only then I am human

Only then I am clean

Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen

On earth they’re usually brought together by chaos and tragedy—the first season's whole hook is armageddon. In the madness of it they both lose their sides, quite literally being seen as going native, and in Crowley's mind, that scrubs him of his demonic responsibility. In the show, demons are shown to be especially dirty, with their mud and maggots and frogs and flies and stuff.

Take me to church

I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies

I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife

Offer me that deathless death

Good God, let me give you my life

In the end, the whole thing can be interpreted as an allegory for being gay and the effects of religious trauma has on that, just like the song :D thanks for indulging me, and sorry if this didn’t make any sense, the wound is still fresh 😭

[vibingandthrivingouthere]

list of lyrics that destroy me completely when i think about aziracrow

"You know the distance never made a difference to me. I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea. Ignored the vastness between all that can be seen, and all that we believe. So I thought you were like an angel to me" Unknown/Nth, Hozier

(or just all of unknown/nth to be honest)

"We've been living on a fault line, and for a while, you were all mine. I spent a lifetime giving you my heart, I swear I'll be yours forever, till forever falls apart” Till Forever Falls Apart, Ashe and FINNEAS

"I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Take me back to the night we met. I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you. Oh, take me back to the night we met" The Night We Met, Lord Huron

"For all that was said, of where we'd end up at the end of it. When the heart would cease, ours never knew peace. What good would it be on the far side of things? It was too soon, when that part of you was ripped away. A grip taking hold, like a cancer that grows. Each piece of your body that it takes" Francesca, Hozier

"I would not change it each time. Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I" Francesca, Hozier

A falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes. I screamed aloud as it tore through them and now it's left me blind. The stars, the moon, they have all been blown out. You've left me in the dark, no dawn, no day. I'm always in this twilight in the shadow of your heart. And in the dark, I can hear your heartbeat. I tried to find the sound, but then it stopped and I was in the darkness. So darkness I became" Cosmic Love, Florence + The Machine

"Small talk, he drives. Coffee at midnight, the light reflects the chain on your neck. He says, "Look up", and your shoulders brush. No proof, one touch, but you felt enough" "One night he wakes, strange look on his face. Pauses, then says, 'You're my best friend'. And you knew what it was, he is in love" "And you understand now why they lost their minds and fought the wars, and why I've spent my whole life tryin' to put it into words" You are in Love, Taylor Swift

"I've waited a hundred years, but I'd wait a million more for you" Turning Page, Sleeping at Last

"One bright morning goes so easy. Darkness always finds you either way. It creeps into the corners as the moment fades. A voice your body jumps to calling out your name, but after this I'm never gonna be the same and I am never going back again" First Light, Hozier

"You and I burned out our steam, chasing someone else's dream. How can something be so much heavier, but so much less than what it seems? Darling, we sacrificed, we gave our time to something undefined. This phantom life sharpens like an image, but it sharpens like a knife" Who We Are, Hozier

"You say, "I don't understand, " and I say, "I know you don't". We thought a cure would come through in time, now, I fear it won't. Remember lookin' at this room, we loved it 'cause of the light. Now, I just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time Do I throw out everything we built or keep it? I'm getting tired even for a phoenix, always risin' from the ashes, mendin' all her gashes. You might just have dealt the final blow" "And I'm fadin', thinkin' "Do something, babe, say something" "Lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me) "Choose something, babe, I got nothing to believe unless you're choosin' me" You're Losing Me, Taylor Swift

"Say what you want, but say it like you mean it with your fists for once. A long, cold war with your kids at the front, just give it one more day then you're done" "Head full of whiskey but I always deliver. Jesus, if you're listening, let me handle my liquor. And Jesus, if you're there, why do I feel alone in this room with you?" American Teenager, Ethel Cain

"Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies. I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death, good God, let me give you my life" Take me to Church, Hozier

"you kiss me in a way that's gonna screw me up forever" "I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs would surprise the whole school, when I ended up back at our class reunion walking in with you. You'd be more than a chapter in my old diaries with the pages ripped out. I am standing in a 1950s gymnasium and I can still see you now" "I broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it. Waves crash on the shore, I dash to the door. You don't knock anymore and my whole life's ruined" Suburban Legends, Taylor Swift

Literally every word of Say Don't Go by Taylor Swift

[demoniccak-e]

proving ever hozier song is good omens

first album: hozier (expanded edition)

Take Me to Church

My lover's got humor She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshiped her sooner:

The way that Crowley is, as a demon, seen as the bad guy. That that's what his image is supposed to be and taking it from like the demon's and the angel's pov, Aziraphale finds that intriguing. (he does but not in the way that the angels/demons are thinking). The Aziraphale sees Crowley isn't the fact that he's evil and like he's bad but he finds that the way he bends the rules, or does what is seen more as morally good. That's the part that Aziraphale likes and that's what Crowley's evil his to him. (This probably sounds like nonsense but like stick w me here)

If the Heavens ever did speak She's the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday's getting more bleak A fresh poison each week "We were born sick", you heard them say it:

I think that this can be seen either way, either how they were going to execute Aziraphale for being w Crowley or as Crowley being casted down to hell because she was not worthy or good enough to be an angel. Heaven saw the two of them as poison.

My church offers no absolutes She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom" The only Heaven I'll be sent to Is when I'm alone with you:

I think this could be applied to both of them but it resonates more with Crowley because like "my church offers no absolutes" is like saying that "Heaven doesn't actually know a good or evil, they only see things in black and white" but the gray that Crowley sees is that "The only Heaven I'll be sent to / Is when I'm alone with you" That Aziraphale is Crowley's idea of Heaven yeah sure in a romantic way but also like it's actually giving "angel" a description.

I was born sick, but I love it Command me to be well A-, Amen, Amen, Amen:

Whenever I hear this line I always think about the season one ending, the one where their dining together. That they just want each other's company, that their "sickness" that heaven claimed that they had wasn't really a bad thing. It was just them, they were fine with it. They didn't feel sick. (Lovesick? Absolutely.)

[chorus]

Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life:

The first 2 lines, I think about Crowley obvs, like he's heard so many lies about Heaven or like the "truths" that Heaven gives. That there is only good and bad. And the fact that their idea of "bad" was asking a couple of completely valid questions is like- insane. Just insane. Then the last 3 lines I think about Aziraphale, like that day where they sat on that rock. He was ready to go to Hell, and he was probably ready to give up his existence that day when he didn't know what Agnes's last prophecy meant. Like their both ready to drop everything for the other and the reason that they aren't together after season two is because they never told each other that. (miscommunications)

If I'm a pagan of the good times My lover's the sunlight To keep the Goddess on my side She demands a sacrifice Drain the whole sea Get something shiny:

I think this part is sort of how Aziraphale sees what Crowley is saying during the confession scene. I think that Crowley was asking for him to make a choice, him or heaven. This is sort of the miscommunication part of it.

Something meaty for the main course That's a fine looking high horse What you got in the stable?:

This feels like the Crowley part to me for some reason, like the part where like he's like frustrated that Aziraphale won't let him talk but what are you saying rn (I have no idea if this makes sense or not)

We've a lot of starving faithful That looks tasty That looks plenty This is hungry work:

When Aziraphale wants that life with Crowley. He wants to take his hand and runway. And it's also like that metaphor, that Aziraphale never knew he was starving, he never knew he was starved of pleasure. And it's also what I think Aziraphale views his love for Crowley is, like "hungry work".

[chorus again]

No masters or kings when the ritual begins There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene Only then I am human Only then I am clean Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, Amen:

I think that this is sort of what I think season three is, like not the part where they're not talking but if they were (THEY WILL) to make up, then it would sort of be the realization that they're not actually doing something wrong, they're just wanting to be together and just enjoy each other without the fear that some danger will come after them.

[chorus]

first song done my god

[thebelladonnamoon]

Songs that I am convinced are written about Gwynriel (and you can't tell me otherwise)

Cinnamon Girl - Lana Del Rey

"There's things I wanna say to you But I'll just let you live Like if you hold me without hurting me You'll be the first who ever did"

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

"Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby As long as you're with me, you'll be just fine"

Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley

"You saw her bathing on the roof Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you She tied you to her kitchen chair

She broke your throne and she cut your hair And from your lips, she drew the Hallelujah Hallelujah"

Take Me To Church - Hozier

"Take me to church I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife"

Never Let Me Go - Florence and the Machine

"And the arms of the ocean are carrying me (So cold and so sweet) And all this devotion was rushing out of me And the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me But the arms of the ocean delivered me"

Another Love - Tom Odell

"And if somebody hurts you, I wanna fight But my hand's been broken one too many times

And I'd sing a song that'd be just ours But I sang 'em all to another heart And I wanna cry, I wanna learn to love But all my tears have been used up"

Work Song - Hozier

"My baby never fret none About what my hands and my body done If the Lord don't forgive me I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me When I was kissing on my baby And she put her love down soft and sweet In the low lamp light I was free Heaven and hell were words to me"

Dead Sea - The Lumineers

"Like the Dead Sea You told me I was like the Dead Sea You'll never sink when you are with me"

Untouchable - Taylor Swift

"Untouchable like a distant diamond sky I'm reaching out and I just can't tell you why I'm caught up in you"

Something - The Beatles

"Something in the way she moves Attracts me like no other lover Something in the way she woos me I don't want to leave her now"

[dragoninahumancostume]

Sunday is the worst day ever

For most of the year, it means there's school the next day and I know I'll be too tired still to get up on time and I'll be late yet again

For the rest of the year, it means that I'll be lazy/tired (can't really tell the difference) and I'll at most do my usual brush hair and change clothes, and after dinner take a shower, but simply because that's my routine and it bothers me if it changes. But I won't brush my teeth at all that day. I won't wash my face. I'll sleep later than usual, probably, even if during the day I got headaches from sleeping late (which I did, like thrice today) and can barely keep my eyes open

The only thing that could make Sunday worse is if my grandma suddenly decided to take me to church (I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies), cause I've never been there, but I know it takes at least 30 minutes whatever happens in there and I can't sit still and pay attention for so long if there's nothing interesting to me going on

[cimmeriana]

𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝟑 - 𝟓 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

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Aqua Regis by Sleep Token. well, my past is a holy book / a call from olympus, ringing off the hook / between the pain and the way you look / i'm stuck in a time where the mountains shook / and these days i'm a picture frame / screaming at the sunshine, singing in the rain / sugar on the blood cells, carbon on the brain / out of eden's vices running through my veins / aqua regia / oxytocin running in the ether / silicon ballrooms / subatomic interactions if it's all good / gold rush, acid flux / saturate me, i can't get enough / cold love, hot blood / running to your heart when you're thinking of

CODE MISTAKE by CORSE & Bring Me The Horizon. my mind is a moshpit, think i might've lost it / starting to believe there's only one way i can stop this / if pain is beauty, i'm a guillotine, yeah / you bring the match, i'll bring the kerosene / let the gabapentin set in, suffocate me in my sleep / adderall to wake up, omeprazole to eat / do not fucking look at me, paranoia got me peeved / they say they wanna help, but they always fucking leave / leave me by myself, leave me dnd / leave me in the dark, leave me with these things / tell me that you love me, i know all your talk is cheap / baby, i'm a code mistake, i was never meant to be / time slips away, burn out, don't fade / dance on my grave, i will never be them / i will never be them, i will never be them / i will never be them, i will never be them

Dethrone by Bad Omens. let me take you back to when i was killed and born again / woke up in the light convinced my life had made it to its end / burning up beneath the sun while my father drained of blood / if he's there, i've got a message for the man that's up above, fuck you / if he's home, i've got a message from below / getting out is not enough if nobody else can come / if he's home, i've got a message for the man above / here am i, take me to the pearly gates / so i can look you in the eye when i spit in your face / here am i, take me to the pearly gates / don't let 'em hit you on the way out when i take your place

To Leila by RIVALS. it's in your blood, it's in your blood / it's in your blood, it's in your blood / even though the seasons change / and we're counting measured days / people come and drift away / don't worry, don't worry / the first heartbreak's always the worst / it gets easier as you go / keep falling, keep trying, you're not cursed / when it's time, you'll know / it can be good if you let it / and when it's not, it's a lesson / but it can be good, don't forget that / when your dreams seem impossible / you wanna give up please don't / it's in your blood it's in your blood / it's in your blood, it's in your blood

Take Me To Church by Hozier. keep the goddess on my side / she demands a sacrifice / drain the whole sea / get something shiny / something meaty for the main course / that's a fine looking high horse / what you got in the stable? / we've a lot of starving faithful / that looks tasty / that looks plenty / this is hungry work / take me to church / i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies / i'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife / offer me my deathless death / good god, let me give you my life / take me to church

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[chiefbeifongcanrailme]

Linko - "Take Me to Church"

One of my favorite songs! Thanks for the ask. Here's a fic:

Bolin smacked his brother on the back of his for what must've been the third time now. It wasn't like Mako to zone out like that- not when they were in the midst of the most enticing game of Pai Sho against champions, Korra and Asami.

"You daydream one more time, and I'm going to flip this table, start a kettle of tea and spill it just so you can tell us what rotten woman has gotten you in such a trance that you're letting your brother lose to a bunch of girly girls!"

Mako, wide-eyed, turned towards his brother with red cheeks of embarrassment.

Korra clapped once, gathering everyone's attention in a beat.

"I'll give you this game if Mako gives us a name." The avatar stated with a cunning smile.

"Korra!" Asami cried.

"Deal!" Bolin slapped the table before anyone else could disagree.

In one swift motion, Korra's arm swept across the table and dismantled the whole game.

"Now," She smirked, "Tell us, Mako. Who's gotten you in such a daze?"

"No one!" He spat.

"Come on," Asami groaned, feeling the pinch of a wasted strategy on a throwaway game, "Give us something."

"Is she dreamy?" Bolin asked, resting his face in his hand against the table.

"Is she hot?" Korra leaned over the table.

Mako couldn't resist the teasing any longer. He bit the inside of his cheeks, unsuccessfully, giving himself away.

"Fine." He exhaled, "Yes."

"She's funny?" Bolin perked up.

"My lover's got a humor," He replied, dreamily rolling his eyes. His three companions took notice of it with gaped mouths and before they could badger him with more questions, Mako continued, "She's the giggle at a funeral."

"Oh..?" Asami considered the poet she never knew him to be.

"She's- she's just- she's a Goddess." He said, not quite finding the words he was looking for.

Asami and Korra giggled at the sight of Mako looking so utterly smitten.

"She's everybody's disapproval." He sighed.

"What does that mean-" Bolin's mouth was smacked shut with Korra's hand.

"Go on. you seem to really worship this woman." The Avatar said.

Mako smiled, looking to the floor shyly, "I should've worshipped her sooner. If the spirits ever did speak, she's the last true mouthpiece."

"You'd go to the spirit world for her?" Asami asked. Everybody was perplexed by firebender's riddles, but no one dared to have him clarify. They were relishing in his newfound art.

"Take me there and I'll worship her like a dog at the shrine of the lies-" He scoffed. Lin told him she didn't love him, but they both knew it wasn't true, "I'll tell her my sins while she sharpens her metal knife."

Team avatar's jaws only dropped further as he went on.

"She tortures me with this deathless death, and the things I'd do to give her my life."

"Mako," Korra stopped him. She placed one concerned hand on his wrist, "Who is she?"

The firebender only smiled in response.

"She's everything."

[freezeher]

𝑅𝐸𝑃𝑂𝑆𝑇 & 𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇 𝑆𝐼𝑋 𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐺𝑆 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑇 𝐼𝑁𝑆𝑃𝐼𝑅𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈 𝑇𝑂 𝑊𝑅𝐼𝑇𝐸 𝑌𝑂𝑈𝑅 𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐸 .

never love an anchor - the crane waves. on some level, i think i always understood / that these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever / and i tried to do the best that i could / but try as i might, i couldn't bring myself to hold you.

long long time - linda ronstadt. love will abide / take things in stride / sounds like good advice / but there's no one at my side / and time washes clean / love's wounds unseen / that's what someone told me / but i don't know what it means.

family tree - ethel cain. these crosses all over my body / remind me of who i used to be / give myself up to him in offering / let him make a woman out of me / i'm just a child but i am not above violence / my mamma raised me better than that / but when the preacher talks, that man demands his silence / and daddy said, "shoot first, then run and don't look back."

take me to church - hozier. take me to church / i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies / i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife / offer me that deathless death / good god, let me give you my life.

last words of a shooting star - mitski. all of this turbulence wasn't forecasted / apologies from the intercom / and i am relieved that i'd left my room tidy / they'll think of me kindly / when they come for my things / they'll never know how i'd stared at the wall at the dark in that room / with no thoughts like a blood-sniffing shark / and while my dreams made music in the night / carefully, i was going to live.

[ssa-montgomery]

omg what hozier tattoos do u have??

i wanna get some lyrics in his handwriting but i cant decide which sob. i want them to be lyrics i rlly rlly love but also ones that have a bit of personal meaning in at least SOME way and also it cant be too long… its so hard to pick sob. i’d also like one thats just like imagery based off a song of his but that’s hard to come up w too

Permission to talk about Hozier AND my tattoos?? I love you <3

Okay so my second tattoo ever was my first Hozier one which is this one right here:

It's a fineline of two women kissing with the lyrics "We were born sick you heard them say it" from Take Me To Church which obviously as a queer woman had a big impact on me! I personally just love that song and wanted a tattoo with meaning to me which is how this tattoo was born.

My next one I don't have a high quality picture of from my artist but it's the lyrics "With my mid-youth crisis all said and done, I need to be yourhfully felt because God I never felt young" from Jackie and Wilson! I adore this song so much I honestly think it's one of my favourites! This particular part as well hit me hard the first time I heard it as someone who has struggled with my mental health from a young age.

Next I have a skeleton on its knees in the prayer position on my thigh with actually both Hozier and Florence + The Machine lyrics mixed together! It has "so make me your Maria I'm already on my knees, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies." This one doesn't particularly have meaning I just though it would be fun and kind of sexy!

And since you mentioned one based more off just imagery from his songs I also have this one:

The whole concept around the skeleton covered in flowers and sort of overgrown was the Work Song lyrics "No grave can hold my body down, I'll crawl home to her" which I did consider getting tattooed with it! It also sort of reminds me of the imagery from In A Week <3

If you can't already tell I am a massive sucker for Hozier and he has so many lyrics that I think can work perfectly for tattoos! I have a few other ideas and concepts based off him that I've considered for tattoos too :)