"Oh Look, Finally some good Christian Stories."

An After Work treat.

This is an Aster x Male Reader 🍋 that I made for fun. Enjoy!

You would make your way home, exhausted after the long day of work. Your muscles ached and your legs were sore as you walked. The thought of having someone, a big strong man like Aster, at home gave you the will and strength to keep moving. If that possibly wasn't the case then you would've passed out already. You were doing Man's unwanted work in this generation, slaving your life away as you mostly worked on the field. Going back and forth to pick the ripe fruits and vegetables to be cleaned and shipped off was clearly hard work. Summer morning always start out as blazing hot, and you remember visually about how nauseous you were. Your family, for generations, had been all about agriculture and farming. Field work on volunteer hours was enough to help out atleast.

Whenever you got home from work, Aster was always there to make you happy. He cooked, he cleaned, he comforted you. When you were extremely sick or upset, he took your job for you. Having someone like him was surely a dream come true and you truly did care and love for him as much as he did to you. You sort of smiled, imagining his voice when you came home. Your thoughts and mind trailed back then when you first met him. Before the peace between humans and angels happened, your family was skilled at hunting those "beasts" if any of them got close.

"They're hideous..!" You remember your father saying under his breath as he kicked the lifeless angel on the ground, "Nothin' but some goat headed man eaters.. they probably have the brains of them too."

You used to always decide what your family decided, being the little sheep of course. If your family thought angels were bad then you did too. The angels were tall, about as tall as if a bear stood up. They ate the souls of humans, having the muscles and the strength to kill many. Worst of all, they had the head of goats and cattle. They could sneak up on you and disguise as a goat or a cow just to get you close enough. You and your family were convinced angels were just as horrible, and it was kept that way. Your view on angels started to change though.. when you met Aster.

"Give me the damn crate!" The man hollered. He looked to be atleast in his 40's, "I don't think you want to know what happens if you don't... so I'm giving you a fair fucking warning."

You tried to think of something to say or what to do to get the man to stop.

"But this is my crate! I have to give it back to my family.. my sister is hungry..."

Feeling no sympathy or any guilt whatsoever, the man pointed a loaded handgun towards you. You froze, staring at the weapon that he had in his hand.

"It's my crate now, I NEED IT! So hand it over!" He shouted again in a more threatening manner, "Or I'll shoot."

He glared at you, staring at you right in the eyes as he showed that he meant what he was saying. Your father wasn't there to protect you, your mother wasn't there, not even your sister. There was no one to save you, not anyone. You were convinced that you'd die today if you didn't give up the crate, but even so your sister was starving and she needed food quickly. This crate was the easiest find... the dark brittle season of winter stopped the growth of any of the plants and fruit available. You didn't want to have to make the hard choice today, but you didn't want to die either.

But something caught you off guard as you heard the brittle trees and twigs snap and crackle behind the man. He turned around and looked behind himself as a huge figure emerged and towered over him. The giant had a strong figured, covered with a plate of armor that was embroidered with carvings of roses on the shoulder plates. The angel had the head of a highland cow, fur that was brown as bark that covered his eyes. His horns were dark gray and short, curled up to reach to the sky. Golden and misty butterflies perched on his mighty horns. Your eyes widened with panic and you stood there, paralyzed.