Hanji Zoe x Reader

Heaven Is A Place On Earth With You

Summary: A guardian angel is a type of angel that is assigned to protect and guide a particular person.

Warnings: nsfw, fem! reader, oral sex (f! receiving), fingering, humping, thigh riding, teasing, praising (Hanji calls reader a good girl.)

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Ever since you were born, a shadow has followed you everywhere. As a kid, you could see a beautiful figure who constantly saved you from falls or all sorts of troubles, anything that would put you in danger, though its face was hidden by a bright light that came from behind their head.

One of your very first memories was the first time they had entered your room while you were crying, parents asleep at the dead of the night. You cooed, tears stopped flowing down your face as you reached for the creature's finger. Its digit gently pushed your hand aside, wiping away the water that dripped down.

"You're safe now." It said and you smiled, nuzzling your face against their touch. A few seconds later, one of your parents had entered the room, looking for the owner of the voice, though all they found was an empty space beside your crib and a white feather.

The more you grew, the more protective the figure became. If you were to cry over someone, they would simply apologize the next day and, if they didn't, they would suffer "accidents." Eventually, it became clear that an entity surrounded you.

You began receiving small presents from the creature, such as feathers, flowers and sometimes some unusual gifts, like rare crystals you had never seen before or specific kinds of spices that could only be acquired on the other side of the globe.

On the day before your 18th birthday, you received an anonymous letter.

"y/n.

What I am about to do breaks every rule in existence but I have been your shadow since the very day you were born, you know me and I know you and I would like to formally introduce myself, I don't care about how many rules I am about to violate or the consequences of my own actions.

My name is Barachiel, the Archangel of Lightning and Blessings, but I have now left that name behind with the old position so I have taken a new one, you may call me Hanji.

From the day you were born, I have been watching you. I could tell you had the shine of a star in your eyes while the purest of souls, I have yet to meet anyone who deserves the protection of an archangel more than you do.

You have been very special to me and it is finally time I show you my face. Please, whenever you are ready to meet me, place this golden feather on the window and I will come running to see you. I mean you no harm and, all I ask in return for all the years of protection, is your trust.

Let be the one to show you heaven on Earth."

It felt like a joke, it had to be a joke, right? Guardian angels couldn't be a thing and so, in response, you ripped it apart and threw it in the garbage, tired of all the bullies making fun of you.

The very next morning, you found the letter intact above your trash can and your stomach dropped.

"Is there someone invading my house? Did they plant another one?" You ask yourself. Shaking your head, you place the feather in your bedside table drawer and there it stays for the next three weeks.

No matter how many times you rip the letter, it would always show up intact the very next day. So you decide to remove the Band-Aid and simply place the golden feather on the window, after all what is the worst that could happen?

So you place the object on the parapet and take a few steps back, closing your eyes shut. When you open them again, nothing happens and the feather is still there so you laugh to yourself, "Of course nothing happened. What was I expecting?"