#I NEED TO GO TO CHURCH AND LIGHT UP A CANDLE TO THANK GOD FOR THIS MIRACLE

[lafaiette]

I'm back on my Dragon Age bullshit

[st4rfckerz]

Church Mouse | Priest!Anakin Skywalker x reader

word count: 4.0k

warnings: MDNI 18+, blasphemy, age gap (reader is in her 20s), mild manipulation, infedelity, pet names, dubcon, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie, virginity loss, rushed ending dead dove do not eat

summary: After confessing your sins to the priest, he encourages you to talk to him privately.

The sun shone brightly outside the church windows, casting warm rays across the peaceful town square. Birds sang melodiously in trees lining the peaceful avenue leading to the church building. Inside, candles flickered gently, casting warm light on the ornate wooden pews filled with devoted parishioners.

Many attendees wore their finest clothes as they listened intently to Father Anakin's sermons, occasionally whispering prayers under their breath or reaching for their rosaries. The scent of incense mixed pleasantly with perfume and cologne wafting through the air.

"Today's lesson is about finding solace in our faith during difficult times, we have all faced trials and tribulations throughout life, but remember that God is always with us, guiding us through these dark moments," he paused dramatically, letting the words sink in before adding. "Just like how I am here for you all, If anyone needs guidance or support outside of church hours, please don't hesitate to visit me personally."

The crowd applauded politely, some even raising their hands in praise.

Anakin stood tall and proud in front of his congregation, his hands resting gracefully atop each other in prayer position. "But first, let us pray," he began solemnly. Everyone followed suit, kneeling on their knees, and bowing their heads in unison. He led them in a heartfelt prayer asking for strength and guidance throughout the week ahead. Your eyes were closed tightly as you prayed fervently, the beads of you rosary clicking softly in rhythm with each breath you took.

The prayer ends and you raise your head. Anakin's warm eyes met yours briefly before returning his gaze to the congregation. "Remember, my dear friends, if you ever need someone to turn to in times of trouble or doubt, I am here for you. Now, let us proceed with the sermon." He said softly yet firmly.

Anakin's sermon lasted well beyond the usual hour mark, his words resonating deeply within you. He talked about sin and repentance, forgiveness and redemption. Each sentence seemed tailored specifically for you, hitting hard at places you didn't even know existed. His voice was mesmerizing, lulling you into a trance-like state where all you could think about was him.

After thanking everyone for attending church today, Anakin announced that confessionals would remain open for anyone who needed to speak with him privately. He urged those waiting outside the confessional booths to enter one by one. People started lining up outside the confessional booths, waiting patiently for their turn to unburden themselves.

You hesitated briefly, unsure whether you should go or not.

Finally, mustering up courage, you walked slowly towards the nearest booth, taking deep breaths to calm yourself.

You couldn't help but notice how many women seemed particularly entranced by Father Anakin; they hung onto his every word during sermons and lingered longer than necessary after Mass ended. Some even approached him directly after services, seeking personal guidance or counsel.

When it was finally your turn, you nervously stepped inside the dimly lit booth. The thick wooden panel separated you from him, giving you some semblance of privacy. You hoped no one could hear what you were about to say.

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned." You begin timidly.

You could hear his soothing voice responding softly, "What is it my child? Remember, here you can speak freely without fear of judgment." His deep baritone reverberated through the wooden walls, making your knees tremble slightly.

Unsure of how to begin, you struggled to find the right words. Your voice trembled slightly as you managed to spit out the confession that had been weighing heavily on your mind for days now.

"I had an encounter with a boy and it was wrong," You explain. "He touched me Father." The admission felt like a heavy stone being lifted off your chest, but also brought forth a wave of guilt and shame.

Your heart raced faster than ever before, and you could feel sweat forming on your palms as they clutched tightly onto the confession railing.

Anakin's eyes narrowed slightly, a slight frown creeping onto his otherwise serene face.

His warmth radiated off him like a furnace, making you feel as if you were melting in his presence. "And did you enjoy it?" he asked bluntly, his tone laced with curiosity rather than judgment.

Slightly taken aback you respond meekly, "No sir."

After a brief pause, he continued, his tone becoming more commanding. "Meet me in my office once everyone has left." With that cryptic statement, you hear his door open, signaling the end of confession time. After gathering yourself, you cautiously left the booth and returned to the previously vacant pew.

As everyone else left the almost empty church, you sat in silence and waited. The sun casted a warm, golden light through the stained glass windows, casting colorful patterns on the pews surrounding you. It was only you and a woman only a few years your senior. The woman's eyes lingered on Anakin hungrily as she waited for him to acknowledge her presence

The woman, dressed in a somewhat modest dress and heels, stood in front of Anakin. They engaged in conversation for several minutes, their voices low enough that you couldn't make out what they were discussing. Anakin gave you a small nod towards the hallway leading to his office, indicating you should wait outside while he finished up with the other woman. Reluctantly, you stepped into the empty hallway, trying to calm your racing heartbeat. Every step felt like walking on eggshells, and every sound echoed loudly in your ears. Finally, after what seemed like forever, you reach his office.

With haste, you slip inside and shut the door. You sat nervously in the chair, trying to compose yourself as you waited for Anakin to finish his conversation with the woman. The office itself was tastefully decorated, featuring a large wooden desk with numerous religious trinkets and pictures of Jesus Christ adorning the walls. Bookshelves lined one wall, filled with volumes on religion, philosophy, and psychology. A large cross hung prominently above his desk, casting eerie shadows across the room.

The door creaked open, and Anakin stepped inside, closing and locking it behind him. His long legs striding confidently towards you as you remain sitting in your chair. Reaching out, he gently caressed your cheek with his warm palm, his fingers brushing against your jawline. His touch sent electric shockwaves through your body, making it hard for you to focus on anything but him.

"Did you enjoy today's sermon little lamb?" He asks softly.

"Yes Father," You managed to croak out, your voice cracking slightly. "It was very moving."

Anakin walks over to his desk and sits down across from you, his presence nearly overpowering as he leaned forward in his chair. His large frame loomed over you, making you feel small and insignificant yet simultaneously drawn to him.

"I noticed how attentive you've been during my sermons," he admitted with a slight smirk. "It's quite flattering, actually." You couldn't help but blush at his candid admission, feeling a strange mixture of embarrassment and excitement wash over you.

"Now, tell me more about this encounter you mentioned during confession," he said calmly, leaning forward slightly. His presence was suffocating yet strangely comforting, making it difficult for you to form coherent sentences. "What exactly happened between you and this boy?"

"W-well the other day me and this boy were studying together, and then he kissed me." you admitted sheepishly.

"Is that all he did?" Anakin pressed, his eyes boring into yours. His question caught you off guard, and you hesitated before answering truthfully.

"No sir, when we kissed he put his fingers...inside me." Your face flushed even brighter at your confession, and you felt heat rising in your chest. Anakin's expression remained unchanged, but you could feel the heat emanating from him intensifying.

"Was it consensual?" he asked bluntly, his eyes boring into yours.

You hesitated for a moment, unsure how to respond. On one hand, you knew what you had done was wrong, but another part of you couldn't deny the thrill and excitement it brought you

"Yes Father," you whispered softly, barely audible above the ticking clock on his desk. You hung your head low in shame, tears threatening to spill over at the thought of betraying your faith. "But I didn't...you know." Anakin's brow furrowed slightly, his eyes searching yours intently. He raised an eyebrow, his gaze intensifying. Anakin paused for a moment, considering his next words carefully.

"You didn't have an orgasm." He stated bluntly, his tone devoid of judgment. You shake your head quickly, too embarrassed to speak again.

He leaned forward, placing his elbows on the desk, his forearms resting on his knees. His icy blue eyes bore into yours, searching for some hidden truth that you refused to admit. "It's natural for a young woman like yourself to be curious about her body and sexuality," he said matter-of-factly. "But remember, these desires must be channeled appropriately. God created us with these urges, but we must learn to control them."

Anakin rose from his chair, towering over you as he extended a hand towards his own seat. "Please, sit," he commanded softly, his voice carrying an underlying command that left no room for refusal. You hesitantly stood up and walked tentatively towards him, your heart racing wildly in anticipation of what was to come.

Anakin stood behind you as you sat in his big, leather chair. He opened a large, leather-bound Bible on the desk, flipping through the pages until he found a particular passage. "Read this passage aloud for me," he commanded softly, his hands resting lightly on the arms of the chair. "I believe it might resonate with you." You cleared your throat and began to read the passage about self control, giving it your best effort despite the heavy breathing behind you.

"2 Peter 1:4 Through these he has given us his very great and precious promises, so that through them you may participate in the divine nature, having escaped the corruption in the world caused by evil desires." You read quietly. Anakin listened intently as you read the passage, his fingers lightly tracing circles on your nape and down your spine. With each touch, your brain became foggier, making it difficult for you to concentrate on the words written centuries ago.

"That's beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and husky. Anakin leaned forward, his breath hot against your ear. "Do you understand what these words mean?" he whispers.

"Yes Father." You reply quietly. Anakin's fingers traced lower, brushing against your cleavage through your top. "Good girl," he praised, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Now, I want you to close your eyes and imagine that these words are being spoken directly to you by God Himself."

He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "Imagine that He's telling you, 'My child, I love you unconditionally. You are mine, and no one else can ever take that away from you.' Do you feel it spreading throughout your body?" A surge of warmth washed over you like a tidal wave. It started at your feet and spread upwards, engulfing every inch of your body. You shivered in delight as goosebumps formed on your skin.

Anakin flipped the Bible page to another passage, his fingers brushing against yours lightly as he did so. "Now, read this one aloud for me, 1 Thessalonians 4:3-5" he commanded softly, his warm breath tickling your earlobe.

You obediently did as he commanded, trying hard not to focus on the growing arousal between your legs. You clear your throat and speak again.

"For this is the will of God, your sanctification: that you abstain from sexual immorality; that each one of you know how to control his own body in holiness and honor, not in the passion of lust like the Gentiles who do not know God."

As you read the passage, Anakin's lips traced slow, gentle kisses along your neck, his breath hot against your skin. Each touch ignited a fire within you, making it increasingly difficult to focus on the words written on the page. Anakin's lips reached your collarbone, his breath hot against your skin.

"You're still pure, aren't you?" he asked softly, nipping lightly at your earlobe. "No one has ever claimed you like this before?" His hand reaches down and slides underneath your skirt, brushing his knuckles against your wet, cotton panties.

"Yes." you managed to choke out, your voice cracking with desire. Your body arched into his touch, begging for more. You bit your bottom lip hard, trying to suppress the moan escaping your throat as he continued to tease and torment you. You felt your resolve crumble beneath his relentless assault on your senses. His words had substance, they seemed so full of meaning. You were mesmerized.

Anakin groaned lowly, his voice low and husky. "I knew there was something special about you, my church mouse," he whispered in your ear, his breath warm and intoxicating. Anakin's hand moved to the edge of your panties, his warm fingers pulling them to the side. His thumb teased your throbbing clit, circling around it slowly. "You weren't this wet when that boy touched you, were you?" he purred, his voice filled with satisfaction.

"N-no Father, I wasn't." you moan softly, unable to contain the growing need building inside of you. Anakin's fingers plunge into your aching cunt, moving in and out of your tight entrance slowly at first, his thumb still circling your sensitive nub. His breathing grew heavier, matching the rapid pace of your own as he continued to explore your most sacred parts.

"That's my girl," he praised, his voice laced with lust. "Feel how much you need me?"

You nodded vigorously, unable to form coherent words as his touch escalated. Each curl of his fingers inside your drooling cunt heightened your arousal, making it nearly impossible for you to concentrate on anything else. His touch was unlike anything you'd ever experienced before—it was both rough and tender, possessive yet caring. The combination of his power and gentleness left you feeling both terrified and exhilarated at the same time.

Soon your body tensed up, and you could feel your orgasm building rapidly. Anakin pulled his fingers out of your core just as you reached the brink of ecstasy, leaving you hanging on the edge of orgasm.

"No, why'd you stop?" you whine softly as you turn around to face him. You pouted, your lower lip quivering in frustration as he denied you the release you so desperately craved.

A smirk played at the corners of his lips. "Not yet, little lamb." he teased, his voice laced with power and control. Anakin stood up straight again, his erection straining against his pants. He pulled your chair back slightly, creating enough room for him to stand in front of you. His large frame loomed over you as he placed a hand on your cheek, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

Anakin's eyes bore into yours, searching for any signs of hesitation or deceit. "Do you pray every night?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

You nodded earnestly, unable to hide the truth from him. "Yes, Father. I pray every night before bed." Anakin knelt down in front of you, his broad shoulders framing your body. His hands moved to rest on your knees, his thumbs rubbing slow circles over your skin.

"What do you pray for? What do you ask of God?" Anakin asks softly, his eyes searching yours intently.

You glanced down at your lap, unable to meet his piercing gaze. "I ask for strength and guidance, mostly." you mumbled, feeling the heat of embarrassment creeping up your neck.

Anakin's eyes narrowed slightly, studying your reaction. After a moment of silence, he spoke again, his voice low and husky. "Good," His hand moved up your leg, lifting your skirt enough to expose your panty-clad pussy. "I can't help but notice how devoted you are during my sermons," he said, his voice dripping with false concern. "It would be a sin for me not to reward my favorite student.

With one swift motion, he yanked your panties down to your ankles, exposing your slick coated cunt to his hungry eyes. Anakin placed your leg on his shoulder, giving him better access to your now-exposed folds. His warm, wet tongue traced slow circles around your entrance before dipping inside, his tongue flicking against your sensitive spots with expert precision.

"Read again," he commanded, his voice mumbling against your warm flesh. "Proverbs 18:21."

You fumbled with the Bible, your hands shaking slightly as you tried to focus on the words written on its pages.

"The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit."

Anakin hums in approval against your mound, causing a rush of vibrations to flow through your body. You squeezed your eyes shut tightly, trying to block out the overwhelming sensations coursing through you. Your grip tightened on his hair, pulling him closer, your nails scratching lightly against his scalp.

You whimpered, your body tensing up in anticipation of imminent orgasm. "Father, I-I feel it coming again." you managed to choke out between moans.

Anakin's hand moved to your entrance, two fingers slipping inside of you, stretching you wider. "That's it," he said, his voice low and husky. "Let go and let yourself succumb to His will."

A wave of pure ecstasy crashed over you, your entire body convulsed, and a string of lewd moans escaped your lips. Your orgasm was unlike anything you had ever experienced before—more intense, more powerful, and more fulfilling than any previous encounter. It felt as though the heavens themselves were opening up to claim your soul.

Anakin's tongue continued to lap up your juices, his eyes locked on yours as he savored the taste of your arousal. With a smirk, he stood up straight again, towering over you in all his glory. Anakin's eyes were ablaze with desire as he stood over you, his hardened cock straining against his pants.

"We're not quite done yet," he said, his voice low and raspy. "Stand up."

He reached down, undoing his pants and boxers in one swift motion, freeing his thick member from its confines. It stood tall and proud, glistening with pre-cum, its head flushed a deep crimson.

"Bend over," he ordered. Slowly, you stood up and turned around, your back facing him. Anakin's hands gripped your hips, positioning you over the desk. You felt his cock poking against your ass, and a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine.

Anakin's large, calloused hands gripped your firm ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them roughly. His fingers traced slow circles around your puckered entrance before moving lower, teasing your wet folds. He held his member in his other hand, rubbing the head against your entrance, teasing you mercilessly. "Do you still want this sweet girl?"

You gave a soft, breathy moan of approval, your hips wiggling slightly in anticipation. Anakin's hand connected with your ass cheek, a sharp slap that made you yelp in surprise.

"Speak up."

You cleared your throat, trying to regain composure. "Yes, Father." you finally managed to utter, your voice trembling with need.

"There you go." he coos his voice filled with faux sincerity. "Now, relax and let me take care of you." Anakin's cockhead pushed past your tight entrance, stretching you slowly but surely. A sharp cry escaped your lips as he began to thrust into you with deliberate slowness, his hips rocking back and forth in a rhythmic motion.

Your hands gripped the edge of the desk tightly, nails digging into the wood as he claimed possession of you, filling you completely. After several deep thrusts, the initial pain subsided, replaced by an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Anakin's hands keep hold of your hips, holding you steady as he pounded into you, filling every crevice of your tight passage. Your moans turned into whimpers, becoming more desperate as he picked up speed, his tip kissed your sweet spot with precision.

"Thaaat's it, give yourself to Him, let him cleanse you." he managed to grunt out between gasps for breath.

Your hand slipped off the desk, accidentally knocking over a family photo frame that fell to the floor with a loud crash. Anakin didn't seem to notice or care, his focus entirely on claiming you, taking what he believed was rightfully his.

The tight coil in your stomach began to build up once more, and you knew it wouldn't be long now. You arched your back, your hips moving in sync with his, begging for release. His pace quickened, his breath hot against your neck as he growled out, "Cum for me angel, I know you're close." His words were like a trigger, sending waves of ecstasy through your body.

Anakin groaned, his hips bucking wildly as he felt your worn cunt clamp around him. With a final powerful thrust, he erupted inside you, filling you to the brim with his hot seed. His cock twitched and pulsed, draining every drop of his essence into you.

You collapsed against the desk, panting heavily, your entire body covered in sweat. Anakin leaned forward, his lips brushing against your shoulder. His cock slowly pulled out of your sore cunt, leaving you feeling empty and drained. He stepped back, admiring his work, his cock still semi-erect, dripping with your fluids. He extended a hand to help you steady yourself. Anakin turned to you, his eyes softening slightly. "Are you ok sweetheart?" he asked, concern etched on his features.

You nodded, still trying to catch your breath. " 'm fine," you managed to mutter, your voice hoarse.

"You did so good for me," Anakin panted, his eyes glazed over with fufillment. He helped you pull your panties back up your legs, his fingers brushing against your sensitive folds, causing a shiver to run through you.

Anakin sat back down in his chair, and motioned for you to sit on his lap. "Come here." he smiles. You tentatively approached him with wobbly legs, unsure of what he had in mind. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you close, so you were sitting sideways on his lap, your legs draped over his thighs. Anakin placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, his breath tickling your scalp. You remained like this for a moment, both caught in your own thoughts.

Breaking the silence, Anakin spoke softly, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your arm. "I want you to know something angel," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I would never hurt you, physically or otherwise. Our interactions are between us and God's eyes alone." You nodded, still processing everything that had transpired.

"If anyone ever finds out about today, we won't be able to see each other like this again." Anakin's hand tightened slightly, his fingers digging into your skin. "Do you understand me?" he asked, his voice taking on a threatening edge.

You nodded solemnly, your voice barely above a whisper. "I understand Father."

Anakin placed another soft kiss on your head before resting his cheek against your temple, his hand still firmly holding you in place.

"Good girl." he whispered.

Your eyes wander off and you suddenly see a cross hanging on the wall, the sight of it immediately brought an uneasy feeling to you. It felt like it was casting a small ominous and disapproving aura.

Uncertainty and confusion warred inside you, but there was also a strange sense of belonging and connection.

As you stare longer you feel as if it's judging you and looking at you as if it is not happy with what you have been doing.

You remain in his arms, you felt an odd mix of emotions, the sense of euphoria and bliss you felt with Anakin being so tender with you was overshadowed by the feeling of something not being right. You feel a tinge of regret for what you took part in but a part of you wants to do it again.

Maybe next Sunday.

[ichore]

SWEET LAMB - PRIEST!TOJI FUSHIGURO

synopsis: reader is a junior sister under father fushiguro's care, and the priest will do everything in his power to turn the innocent sweet lamb into a perfect woman of god

tags, warnings: modern au, afab!reader x toji fushiguro, toji is a priest, reader is a naive sister but not a virgin, sacrilege, p -> v, cunnilingus, teasing, MINORS DNI, no aftercare

a/n: @/rottiens 😌✌️

Sweet lamb is what he calls you as he gently holds his hand against your jaw, his fingers delicately squishing your cheeks. The soft of his thumb runs along the line of your lips that you've bitten raw during the nights when you had unholy thoughts of Father Toji Fushiguro.

First, it was the feeling of his large palm resting on your lower back as he welcomed you into his church while excitement bubbled in your stomach regarding your new learning experiences as a nun, as a woman of God. Toji's fingers found the curve of your hip when the sudden turn on the candlelit hallway led you to your frugal room. Your eyes immediately found the black cross hung above your bed on the white wall, the spring green of the grass, and the vibrant pink of the freshly bloomed tulips in the garden were right ahead your window.

"I can't even express how grateful I am for allowing me stay at your church, Father Fushiguro." you turned around, finding him mere inches from you as his green gaze was studying your features.

"You're most welcome, but if you wanna stay here, we'll have to call each other by first names." his scarred lips curved into a slight smirk at the sight of your surprise, and his hands embraced yours into a prayer. "I'll make you a perfect child of God you desire to be, that's a promise. Supper is in thirty minutes, you can find fresh clothes and towels in the closet if you need any."

"Thank you, Father Toji."

It did not take much time for you to hear the other junior sisters' gospel about Father. Even if you did not want to indulge in such things, it was hard to not pay attention to whispers during lunch and dinner at the cafeteria.

"They say he was a soldier, that's how he got his scar. He was said to be one of the best." one said.

"They also say he was disowned by his family, and he took his wife's name, but she passed away while he was on deployment- which is why he turned to God."

It made sense, you thought as you watched him from afar; his raven black hair falling on his pale forehead, his strands tickling the width of his nape as he got another spoonful of his food. Despite his large chasuble, it was obvious he was an enormous, muscular man. Whenever his large hands clasped yours, you felt yourself grow weak and tiny while strength and warmth seeped through his pale skin.

One night you could not sleep, you twisted and turned in your bed for hours before you finally decided to take a walk in the nearly empty church. As always, it was before the altar where you felt the bottomless tranquility find you once more, so you got on your knees with your elbows against the bench as you began to pray to God to chase away Toji Fushiguro from your mind. Perhaps it was God's joke to make that man appear right in front of you that night.

"Trouble sleeping?" you jumped a little, not even noticing him walking up behind you. To your even bigger surprise, it made him laugh. "Didn't mean to scare you, but you should see the look on your face."

"That's not funny, you nearly made me have a heart attack." you said, trying your best to appear at least annoyed, but hearing him laugh made your own lips turn into a gentle smile. "It's going to sound silly... but although some sisters here are my age, sometimes I feel terribly lonely."

A faint curve remained on his lips while he settled down next to you on his knees. The warm, orange light of the candles danced in your eyes as you looked at him, his arm nearly touching yours. "I remember feeling that way before God found me and I found him."

"Do you think he will find me too, Father?" your voice was near a whisper, mouth agape as you held your breath while warmth oozed out of his body and you began to feel like it was inviting you in. He smirked as he looked down at your eyes before his green eyes wandered at your braless chest that was only cloaked by a thin, white nightgown.

"Maybe he already found you... and now it's your turn to find him."

"Will you help me?" you placed your hand on his arm.

"Of course, I will help you, sweet lamb. It's my duty to do so." he said, his palm finding the top of your head before it ran along your unruly, bed hair and stopped behind your nape when your cheek touched his chest. Your hands rested on his back, you deeply inhaled his scent of burnt vax and cinnamon as you felt his muscles tighten around you into a hug that nearly made you cry from how well it made you feel. His palm began to caress your back in small circles as his other hand made sure your head comfortably rested under his chin. "Do you want me to help?" he whispered, his voice sounding deeper than before as his hand on your back travelled a bit lower.

"Yes, please" you sighed, your embrace tightening around him enough to have your stomach feel against his lap where something hard twitched against you.

"You really are the sweetest," he mumbled, his hand gently fondling the soft of your ass cheek before firmly grabbing it before he fully pulled you onto his lap. "I'll make you find God tonight, I promise. How do you feel right now?"

Wet was the first word that came to your mind; you did not know when it happened, but as Toji's hand held you and then made you grind against his lap, you felt a pool swelling in your underwear and an ache iching between your thighs. "I feel strange, but good, I suppose."

"Good," he said before his hand on your nape went under your nightgown and found your clothed pussy, your juices wetting his fingertips even through your panties. You heard him hum as he began to stroke your wetness, each rub faster and rougher than the one before until his free hand had to cover your mouth as your moans seeped through your agape lips. His movements stopped at once, leaving you desperate for more before his stuck his wet fingers into your mouth. You sucked on them without question as you finally glanced at Toji again whose grin was ear to ear as the green of his eyes was nearly impossible to see from the black pupils.

Suddenly, he pulled away from you. Leaving you feel more desperate and alone than you ever felt before. "Meet me in my office this Sunday, the Lord will be waiting for you there."

He said this on a Thursday night, which left you exactly enough days to torment yourself with the idea of his hands all over you over and over again. Toji Fushiguro is so intoxicating, large and warm that you're certain if anybody can bring you to God, it is him.

On your knees in front of him in his office behind locked doors, you let him clasp your cheeks with one hand as he raises your chin to make you look up at him. A trail of saliva leaves his mouth and slowly drops into yours before his tongue forces its way through your lips. His hunger made the pit of your stomach tremble with need, you kiss and devour him as if he is the ripest, sweetest peach found in the garden.

"I'm on fire. Help me, Father," you moan into his mouth, making him look at your hands already between your thighs. "My fingers don't feel as good as yours."

"Have you touched yourself in the last few nights, Sister?" he asks as he picks you up from the ground with ease and makes you sit on his desk, your naked pussy feeling his hot breath while he's sitting in his chair with one of hands holding his bulge.

"Yes, Father. I could not stop thinking about you... or God."

"Good girl," he said, he peppers careless kisses along your inner thigh while his fingers caress your clit and entrance with agonizing softness and slowness. He's staring at your pussy with no shame before he spreads out his tongue and two fingers to dive into you, his upper lip continuing to tickle your clit. He hums as your hand clenches into the soft darkness of his hair, and he uses his broad shoulders to keep your thighs apart.

Under the moonlight, you can see the reflection of the two of you; you can finally see how much muscle he really has on, how many scars batter his body from the war and how disheveled he got you as your toes curled in the air and your mouth formed a silent O. Your first orgasm has your eyes roll back, your hips still rocking against Toji's face as you throw your head back in pleasure. A painting of the Lord is hung up on the wall right ahead of you; you watched his eyes, although Toji just spun you around to have your belly rest on his desk as he spreads your legs with the width of his thighs. He rubs his length along your folds a few times before he uses his hand to spread it all over his thickness. His eyes follow your gaze onto the painting as he lifts up one of his feet, and put it on the chair on the side before the head of his precum-rich cock enters your soaked pussy.

"God surely loves you," he said with his hands caressing across your arched back, if he gave you a pussy like that, he thinks. Sweat begins to bead along his brows from how hard he's fucking into you, your screams and his balls slapping against your folds fills the room and the hallways, but he does not care. It drives him nearly mad how your walls are milking him, how they tighten around his cock with each stroke as your legs shake with so many orgasm you lost count.

Perhaps he does actually go mad, and your cries for your precious God just excite him just enough to grab you by the hair and force you to look at the painting as his thrusts become faster and rougher, but also disoriented, causing you to orgasm as his cum filled you up.

[jh-newman-opn]

What happens in Eucharistic Adoration? My impression is that it's a bunch of people praying and otherwise being reverent in front of the Body, usually displayed in a monstrance, without eating it: is there anything important I'm getting wrong or missing?

Thank you for this ask! I'm a diehard Adoration fan so you've come to the right place. I also found it really bewildering trying to work out what Adoration actually was without actually going-- lots of fruitless googling and head-scratching about what one actually did in Adoration and why people would go.

You've got the basics down-- the church is quiet, the host is exposed in a monstrance on the altar for a period of time (typically 45-60 minutes before Mass), and you can go in and out freely to pray quietly. What you actually do is up to you-- some people read scripture, lots of rosary-praying, journaling, etc. I usually just head-empty-only-vibes it. Sr Clare Crockett said you should start Adoration with three minutes of looking at the host without thinking any thoughts, so I try to do that.

Often there's a bit more ceremony-- sometimes it ends with Benediction, where we sing some hymns (tantum ergo, adoremus, and o salutaris hostia in chant are the standard ones), the priest lifts the monstrance to bless the congregation, and then the Divine Praises are said (Blessed be God/Blessed be his holy name/etc). This is usually quite incense-heavy. Then you get events like 40 hours of adoration, which is exactly what it sounds like, and you need to get people to sign up for slots through the night to be with the Blessed Sacrament. There's an event (that I think started in Germany??) called Nightfever, which is a few hours of candlelit exposition in the evening with gentle hymns, where you invite people into the church to light a candle and it's glorious.

The implicit question about all of this is why. Tbh it's difficult to explain. Easiest way to find out is to just go. The atmosphere is profound. It's not just the reverence of everyone in there, there's a real sense of presence that's not really possible to describe. A non-catholic friend of mine went to adoration for the first time during a 40 hour exposition and cried when he came out because the vibe is so strong. I know another guy who converted to Catholicism after going to Nightfever. Someone else who said that the only time she's ever felt the urge to pray was when she came into adoration for a few minutes with me. I've personally spent an hour in there just ugly crying. Time goes really stretchy and weird in there as well-- sometimes I go in and start talking to God, and then before I know it the priest is taking the Sacrament away and I'm like nooo bring Him baaaackkkkk how has it been an hour already?? It feels like being so totally enveloped in God's love that you just want to be absorbed into it and never leave.

Straight up, if someone is having trouble believing in God or the Real Presence, go to Adoration and it will sort them right out. The important bit is just existing with the Blessed Sacrament in total peace for a while. I know it sounds a bit baffling in text, but just go and it will all make sense.

[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

um if this doesn't make you uncomfortable

i saw your hc lucifer as orthodox christian and i have an interest in orthodox so can i request some hcs of lucifer as an orthodox christian (like his daily activities as orthodox christian, etc.)

again, if you are feeling uncomfortable, feel free to ignore this, i know many dont feel comfortable with topic of religion

(if you want age confirmation, im an legal adult)

I'm not uncomfortable with talking about my religion, but there's this itty bitty problem that comes up when you discuss orthodox christian traditions. Every countries orthodox traditions are different because, unlike catholic christianity with the pope, there's no authorithy over the whole religion. (There's patriarchs, but they're authorothy over their respective region, not the whole of orthodoxy. It's complicated and I do not have the full understanding on how the orthodox hierarchy works either.)

That's a long way of saying that I'll be writing Lucifer as specificly a romanian orthodox christian because that's the one I'm familiar with.

Lucifer being orthodox on main

There's a day every year when Lucifer will wash the feet of all his nobles. Since he's at the top of the food chain in his country (and in general), he's the one that has to wash the sins away from all his nobles. He used to do it to the patience as well, but they're too many since the war began.

Paradise Lost is the only country that celebrates Easter, but it's during the correct date and not the catholic date.

Easter Eve night is spent at the church where Lucifer sings a specific prayer before leading the atendees around the church three times. Every atendent has to hold a chicken or rooster as they circle the church and at the end they sacrifice the birds to the lord.

Not an orthodox thing exactly, but Lucifer loves decorating eggs with beads, kind of like this

During Easter everyone in Paradise Lost has to smash an egg with everyone else. (I have no idea how to explain it, just have a video. That's basicly it)

After Easter he greats all his nobles with "Hristos a înviat" ("Christ has been revived" kinda, I'm not a professional translator) and his nobles have to answer "Adevărat a înviat" ("True, he's been revived."). This goes on for a month

Moving on from Christmas, whenever a patient dies, Lucifer rushes to their room and lights candle.

No noble in Paradise Lost ever dies (thank you, Gamigin) but Lucifer has a whole ass plan prepared for the possibility of them dying. I talking casket measurements, a list of their favorite foods so he may give it out as pomană, the prayer he'll honor them with, everything

Whenever something bizarre or unorthodox (haha) happens, Lucifer will let out a quiet "Doamne fereşte" ("God forbid") and look at an icon (he has those in every room).

He was given a cross necklace when he was younger by God and he never takes it off. Will hiss at anyone that even tries to touch it.

Lucifer only wears red underwear. It's to prevent people from putting envy curses on him. If he's praising someone a lot, at some point he'll do the "pu pu pu să nu te deochi" ("[spitting noise] may I not curse you")

He sometimes calls his brothers by their hebrew names, that's Gavril, Mihail and Rafail. Kind of preferes calling them by those names, but he can go with the latin version as well.

I'mma be honest, these were the hardest headcanons to write for. There's so many romanian words that have no direct translation and all of them are related to religion in some way 😭😭😭 I didn't even bring up the strigoi or jumping over fire. I've been told before that I kind of need to tone down the use of Romanian on my blog since not everyone is from here, so I tried my best with translations.

[azlrse]

➳ pater noster (a yandere!om!belphegor x gn!nun!reader) w/ a hint of solomon x reader

synopsis: some faces are not meant to be trusted but what if your faith towards father himself was just a mere illusion? or is it perhaps that the prince of sloth took a liking for you and do whatever it takes for your innocence to be tainted.

cw: yandere themes, religious au, gore (includes mutilation and blood), minor character death, manipulation, fic has a cliffhanger.

a/n: happy halloween everyone! this fic has been kept on my notes for over a year now and publishing it in the spirit of halloween (also college has been killing me slowly so this is the reason why I am not that active here anymore ;_;;).

No one knew how humankind can feel the sense of paranoia when attending the church’s grounds, despite it’s gruesome and horrid history from the 18th century. Some say that it’s because of the church’s dark history while the others passed down the same story that you heard from your childhood that several unrested souls had haunted these holy grounds you stood above since the day you’ve arrived. Thus, beginning your mission as a devoted nun to the high divines.

You didn’t blame those people. After all, the church had stood from thousands of years ago as many of your ancestors were executed for the sake of appeasing the gods, or perhaps is it the demons who are offered these so-called sacrifices. You didn’t believed the words from that crazy woman you’ve encountered this morning that a demon took it’s residence in the catacombs below the old ancestral chruch, knowing that those words are nothing but blasphemy, words that could taint the same people you’ve worshipped and adored.

As the bells of St. Michael Parish had rung, signifying that the mass (which had begun an hour ago) had concluded. Many of the people (who attended) and your peers had left, ready to celebrate grace together with their beloved families, going out to eat or spending time alone in the covenants while a certain nun had stayed behind to make up for the missing prayer they missed this morning.

Speaking in the words of old religion, they closed their eyes and began their session alone to give their thanks to Father himself. The empty church had given (M/C) the sense of peace and quiet they needed after hearing such loud noises during the day, preventing them from having a peace of your mind and soul. They firmly gripped the small rosary that they’ve kept on the side of their habit as they spoke the prayer that indicates the beginning of their daily prayer.

“In nomine Patris et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti”

As you lit the candle, you think about your own family. How are your siblings doing? Are your parents doing fine since your departure? Are they well? Do they missed you terribly?

They prayed for an hour, forgetting about the concept of time and was contented with Father hearing their prayers. Each hail mary’s and our father are spoken many times and it finally concluded with a small “amen.” You feel the soreness of your knees from kneeling on the tuffet as you stood up and make the sign of the cross while staring into the giant cross you say your prayers with. Before you went back to the covenant to join the others, you lit a candle and spoke a small prayer before you make your way towards the others.

Of course they are. After all, you almost recieved countless of messages from your family about your well-being. You spoke your prayers towards them for they will have a good and lasting life, away from the dangers lurking around their lives. You’ve closed your eyes for a bit until a voice interrupted your alone time. “Making up for the missing prayer for this morning, (M/C)?”

“Ah!” You jumped from the voice behind you. “Father Solomon! I didn’t know that you’re here for your nightly walks. You scared me for quite a bit and yes, I did make up for this morning’s prayer.” He replied with a soft hum and lights up another candle for him to say his thanks before he calls it a day. The looming light for the tainted windows of the solemn adds some light aside from the many candles that was lit as the buildings source of light. You find peace within these walls and the peaceful silence doesn’t even bother you, contented with your closest friend by your side.

Speaking of your friend, he breaks the silence and asks a single question that sparked up your curiosity. “Say my friend,” He solemnly spoke, lighting another candle but this time, the color of the candle he lit up was black. “Do you believe these rumors that the demons roaming this sacred grounds? Aren’t you afraid of such creatures who would lured humanity into an endless pit of sin and everlasting pain?”

Hearing that question makes your skin crawling and feeling uneasy. Speaking this kind of question during night time is kinda scary and quite unnerving at the same time. You didn’t want to upset your friend and just went with the flow upon answering his question. “While I do believe in the concept of those creatures, yes. I believe that the demons are still roaming around these holy grounds, tempting for us to succumb into their sin and no, I am not scared. Don’t you forget that one of my closest friends is an exorcist?” You patted his back as you refer to the young priest as your closest friend. The old bell rang from the tower above, signifying that the time for prayer and seclusion has been completed and what better way to call it a day was to eat dinner together with your fellow nuns.

“Now, come along now, Father Solomon. We don’t wanna miss out today’s dinner special won’t we?” Before you make your way towards the kitchen, Father Solomon stopped you on your tracks, held your hand and gave you something. “Wait, my friend. There’s something I should give you.” He handed you an item that was small and light, the first thing you thought that the item you hold was a small jewelry of some sort. “Think of this as my gift of appreciation for being one of my most trusted friends.” The priest then opens his hand and showed you a ring. The ring looks really minimal with the exception of a purple gem on top of the small jewel.

“I found this while I was tending in the gardens the other day and it turns out that this precious gem doesn’t have an owner. Plus, the color kinda reminds me of you and I want you to have it.” Speechless, you took the ring from his hands and slipped it right into your ring finger. It was a perfect size! It wasn’t loose nor tight. You loved this ring but you’re still hesitant upon accepting your friends small gift. Solomon noticed that you were nervous and hesitant on wearing that ring. “Don’t worry about that ring being cursed. For I have already blessed it with the blessings from the celestial realm. That ring definitely can protect you from any harm.”

His words convinced you that this ring wasn’t cursed but just an ordinary ring. You slipped it right back to your ring finger and thanked your friend for the small gift he gave you. “Now come on, let’s get to the cafeteria first before we ran out of those delicious juice they served!”

“You can go first, my friend. There’s something I need to tend in the gardens. I don’t want the children to be playing outside of the gardens this late.” You nodded and proceeded to walk towards the dining area where the rest of your peers gathered. It was quite unusual for your friend to tend the gardens this late, considering that the children are given strict rules when it comes to them roaming around the grounds without adult supervision. Plus, Father Solomon only tended the gardens every Wednesdays, Fridays and Sundays.

Today was Thursday and it was supposed to be his turn the next day, which is strange to say the least. As oblivious as you are, you shrugged it off, thinking that it was just a mishap or just a mere coincidence that happened today.

The dinner was good and not long after you finished your meal, everyone in the room heard a scream from the outside. Children are escorted and ran outside from the dormitories, which is led by the nun who took charge in watching over them. “What happened?!” The reverend mother spoke as the young nun shook in fear while trying her best to answer her question. “The demon attacked them! I saw the creature devouring the poor child in front of my eyes! A creature surrounded by darkness as their teeth feast on the poor child!” You hugged the shaken nun, collapsing into your arms as she sobbed and sobbed, knowing that she failed her duty in watching over the orphans, now paranoid and scared due to what’s happening outside of their dorms.

You quickly ran outside towards the scene of the crime and what came out from your mouth was a gasp and felt the feeling of dread and nausea seething through your stomach; a child’s mangled form is laying on the floor, lifeless as blood continuously flow from it’s main source, staining the dirt below. Their eyes wide open, mouth distorted into a scream, as if they had called for help. A bite wound can be seen on the side of the child’s stomach, exposing their remains.

Colors of red and blue, flashing throughout the entire grounds, despite all the noise and commotion the police made, all you can hear was a deafening ring on your ears. Your legs gave out after you knew which child is assigned to this gruesome fate. It was none other than the child whom you’ve taken care of ever since their infancy, the same child that gave you the brightest smile you’ve ever seen and the one who made your day even better. You began to cry hysterically, catching the attention to your closest friend as he gave his shoulder to cry on.

“There there, it’s okay (M/C). I know it’s hard for you to process what happened and I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect them in time.” Solomon rubbed his hand back and forth on your back while watching their body being placed in a body bag and placed on the back on the ambulance, ready to be examined by medical professionals to see who’s the main perpetrator of this horrid crime.

You couldn’t sleep that night after you went back to your residency alone (due to Solomon being one of the people being questioned). The more you blinked, more tears slid from your cheeks, staining your pillows, thinking on what happens if you rescued them in time. Will they still be the same child you took care of? Will they grow up and obtaining their dream profession after they graduated college?

You wished those events can happen in real life but alas, they couldn’t because they finally succumb to their untimely death. You felt the numbness coursing throughout your body while staring towards the dimly lit ceiling of your room.

Despite trying you best to fall back asleep, you couldn’t shake the vivid and gruesome scene. You became scared for a bit but prayed to the celestial beings that you and the others are guided to a safer path. You prayed and prayed until you couldn’t feel your knees anymore as tears continuously poured down your cheek. After what it felt like hours, you lay down on your bed as eyes finally closed, taking a good night’s rest for tomorrow’s occasion.

. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

You woke up on a strange environment, standing barefoot on the stone cold ground gave you goosebumps throughout your entire body. You’re still wearing the exact same clothes you went to bed but didn’t remember that you put on the ring right before you went to bed. It’s strange to say the least, you remembered that you took off that ring and placed it right on your bedside table.

The ring itself began to glow, bright violet specks of light flickered as more fog appeared in this strange place. The more you walk in this endless loop, the more the temperature became colder and colder to the point that your body began to shiver. The thin clothing that clings to your skin doesn’t help and you felt like you’re about to pass out due to hypothermia.

Out of nowhere, a voice called out for you.

“(M/C)”

It was a man’s voice. It echoes across the void. You whipped your head back and forth to see who’s the owner of that voice. At first, you thought that it was Solomon’s voice but it isn’t or wasn’t it Simeon to begin with? No, it’s not the same person who spoke your name.

“Come home to me. For you have committed such crime and sin, a sin that belonged to one of my brothers.”

There it is again! And what crime is he talking about? You? A nun who’s devoted to Father himself, committed a sin that belonged to the 7 deadly sins? That’s absurd! You never commited such acts, not after you became a nun in the first place. “What are you talking about? Who are you and what crime did I even commit? I’ll never turn my back against God and commit a sin!”

The voice chuckled and that’s when you felt your ring finger began to tighten up. You tried removing the ring in your finger but it felt like it was glued on your poor finger. A bruise began to form on your finger as it cuts off the circulation. “Who I am doesn’t matter, little one. After all, you’re gonna meet me soon.” You screamed as the ring began to bury deep within your skin, blood dripping from the newly formed wound. “As for your crime, well. You already know what that is, my dear. You’re gonna find out about that soon. But for now,” You screamed in excruciating pain, more blood came rushing from the cut as your finger was completely cut off, laying lifelessly on the cold stone ground.

Before you know it, a shadow looms over you. Ram like horns on each side of it’s head and it gave you a eery smile, taking pleasure on the pain you just went through. It’s violet-pink eyes stared into yours and in response, you gave this malicious entity a sharp glare as you bare your teeth, both in pain and to show your bravery despite being in pain.

The demon surely loves your bravery towards him and it amuses him. He picked up your severed finger, keeping it as a souvenir and leaned in closer towards your face and spoke,

“It’s time for you to wake up.”

A sudden jolt of energy woke you up, sweat dripping down from the top of your head while the beating of your heart becomes faster and faster the more air you breathed in. You look around your room; the light of the sun seething through your window as the fresh breeze of cool air makes its way to your room. In a panic, you checked your ring finger. To your relief, it wasn’t severed nor wounds appeared around the finger. As for your ring, the simplistic jewelry is still on the same area you’ve placed since last night.

It felt so real. The pain, the blood dripping from your wound and the way your ring tightens up. You thought that when you woke up, all that was left on your finger was torn up muscles and blood staining the comfortable bed sheets. Not to mention how that mysterious entity pinpointed a crime that you didn’t even committed, let alone considering that it was also a sin.

A sin that belonged to one of his brothers.

Instead of becoming scared due to your horrible nightmare, you’ve become even more curious not only towards that entity but also to the ring Father Solomon gave you yesterday. And it looks like you have something to talk about to the young priest himself.

. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙　✩　*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .

“Solomon!” You called out to your dear friend from afar, seeing him reading the sacred scriptures underneath a tree that’s located from the outskirts of the old church. “There you are. I was searching for you everywhere and it’s unusual for you to be alone in this tree since you almost spend your time in your office.”

The priest only hums softly, moving aside to indicate that he’s inviting you to sit with him, which you gladly accepted. “I hope you’re doing well since the incident last night. Condolences to you and the others.” You smiled in sadness from the words you heard from him. “It’s fine, friend. They’re still trying to find the killer. I hope they caught them fast and finally have some justice to [c/n]. Poor child, may God let them rest in peace.”

You wiped off your tears, still remembering the sweet, innocent smile the child gave to you. They’re such a good kid, taking the role-model as an older sibling to the other orphans and even taking some of the blame if one of the orphans made a mistake. The thought quickly subsided, shaking your head and a serious look appeared on your face. “The kid’s not the reason why I’m here. May I ask you something, my friend?”

Solomon placed a bookmark on his book and placing it over the soft patch of grass. Wait a minute – you noticed that his eyes are quite strange; eye bags and the soft color of purple and pink hue over his brown eyes. You saw how his eyes twitched as if he didn’t sleep well last night. You’ve become so distracted over the color and the eye bags of his eyes that his voice broke your trance. “Ask away, (M/C) and I’ll try my best to answer those questions of yours.”

“Do you know this ring’s origins?” You showed him the ring around your finger. His smile widen when he saw you wearing the ring. “Quite beautiful, isn’t it?” He took your hand on his, inspecting the piece of jewelry he gave you yesterday. “Yes, I agree with you but I have a dream- nightmare rather, about this piece of jewelry.” The priest’s giddy expression suddenly dropped as soon as you mentioned the term ‘nightmare’. This concerns Solomon and he felt the atmosphere between the both of you became serious.

“What nightmare, (M/C)? Please do tell me what happened there?” You hesitated at first, still vividly remembering how a demon appeared out of nowhere as the ring began to sever your poor finger. The lingering pain still subsided within your mind, for the pain you felt was too real in the awakening world.

You randomly rubbed your hand against your ring finger while looking at the green patches of grass, noticing on how each sway of the individual leaves was caused by the cold winds blew across the courtyard. After what felt like hours, you’ve spoken about this gruesome dream of yours. “I’ve encountered something…evil from this dream of mine. I saw an entity that we feared and loathed, it’s horns are long and twisted, a tail which can choke a mere human to death in under a minute and his white sharp eyes.”

You shivered alone by just describing the demon’s features but it didn’t stop you from telling your close friend what such events had left you shaken since this morning. “I also remember how the ring you gave me tighten and remembering the pain I’ve endured as I try to pry off this cursed piece of jewelry. Believe me or not, this caused my ring finger to be severed, blood dripping non stop from my veins as I screamed in agony and pain while that demon watched me cry in satisfaction. What does that filthy creature even want from me?”

Solomon only listened to your words with a fixated expression on his face. “So your saying that this ring I gave you is the main reason why you have a nightmare last night?” You nodded, still feeling the your body shaken a little after you told your horrid story of a nightmare. “I thought this ring was blessed by you, father. Isn’t the blessing by the celestial beings cleansed this ring from the likes of 'it’?”

“I did blessed this ring. In fact, I performed a ritual that has been done way back thousands of years ago. I thought that the ring couldn’t be possessed by any entity unless..” Your priest of a friend suddenly stood in silence and after what felt like hours, he finally break the silence. “I did blessed this ring. In fact, I performed a ritual that has been done way back thousands of years ago. I thought that the ring couldn’t be possessed by any entity unles..” Your priest of a friend suddenly stood in silence and after what felt like hours, he finally break the silence.

“I think that the ring isn’t the target to begin with.” His words send chills down your spine. Hands are sweaty from paranoia and nervousness, eyes widen a bit from the words his spoke and your mouth wide agape; no words are even coming out from your mouth. Solomon looks at you in a serious manner for he knew that your life is in danger.

“The demon wants you, my friend. You are in grave danger…”

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[vossn]

🩸✨Writing Interview Tag Game✨🩸

Thank you for the tag @ineadhyn ! Really excited to do this.

When did you start writing?

I started writing at age .. eleven, I think? It was a story about a girl getting taken to a parallel world populated by elves to save their world. Pretty cliché, but I also took some inspiration from some historical sources I liked at the time, so it did at least kickstart my knack for worldbuilding.

I wrote some more, I stopped, grew up, graduated, entered fandom spaces and remembered "hey, you used to love writing, what happened?" (depression, mostly). I wrote a modern AU for a game I was playing at the time. I stopped again. You'll never guess why. I made writer friends. I created a character I loved so much that I had to bring their story to paper and later created my novel project. I went from zero to hundred and haven't stopped in 3 years. The rest is history.

Are there different themes or genres you enjoy reading more than what you write?

One thing I love that I don't really write much are humorous pieces. Those are my catnip. Other than that, I pretty much read what I write!

Is there a writer you want to emulate or get compared to often?

I don't have any big-name authors - but I do have some wonderfully talented friends and acquaintances that, if someone told me our writing was similar, I would be overjoyed. My friend keeps telling me I have a "film noir" style, and I do try to keep that going in everything I write.

Can you tell me a bit about your writing space?

I prefer to write in cafés or libraries. Otherwise just at home on the couch or in bed, and those are far from glamorous. If i tell you I am writing, there is a 90% chance I am wearing nothing but boxer shorts and drinking coffee independently of the hour. I also light some incense or scented candles to write. Y'know, for the Omnissiah

What’s your most effective way to muster up a muse?

Go on a walk. Play some thematically completely unfitting music. Think long and hard about the vibes. Stop every 100m to make notes on your phone. This works best if it is 2am, I wish I was joking.

Alternatively: Swim for about 2km. Be alone with your thoughts and see where it takes you. Good luck remembering those ideas when you leave the water though.

Are there any recurring themes in your writing? Do they surprise you?

Religious Imagery and discussion: This one is complicated, because I am technically raised close to atheist, but religion as a concept did have a huge pull on me as a child. If you grow up being told there is something wrong with you, the idea of "Some god made you, and you are exactly the way you are supposed to be" is a magical thing. Of course, reality looks different. Half surprise, half not? When I found out the RT fandom has a whole subsection of fics dealing with the symbols of the Inqusition I was like. well, this calls my name. Also I met some of my closest friends via the discussion of churches as a setting and very angry [redacted] in said churches so. Hello gang. 👋🏻

My ultimate tagline is "Violence as desire and desire as violence" and while the pattern did take me through some introspection, not surprised either.

Repression. Again, are we surprised? No. Not really. I'm generally very aware of my themes, I'd say, but please enlighten me if I forgot something. Submit me to the ordeal of being known etc etc

What is your reason for writing?

I do enjoy it, I have ideas, and those ideas need to out or start paying rent.

Is there any specific comment or type of comment you find particularly motivating?

Nope! I enjoy all of them. You can get brownie points for citing favorite lines or saying something that makes me feel seen!

When two people I really look up to in terms of style described my prose as "clean" and "effortless" I just about died, because I never thought of myself that way. Same as when someone observes themes and patterns that even I haven't noticed. Also when a dear person replied to my WIP with "I'm going to eat your fingers", that made me laugh so hard I still think of it.

In short: You have something unhinged to say - Say it. I love comments so wild they have never been heard before.

How do you want to be thought about by your readers?

"Damn, there is something awfully wrong with that guy but I'm into it. Also that prose fucks."

What do you feel is your greatest strength as a writer?

I hate how edgy this is going to sound, but my strength is writing darkness. Overdrawn emotions taken into the extreme - obsession, hatred, desire, but also coldness or hopelessness and despair. I love themes and emotions that don't exactly fall in the middle of the bell curve, because writing them is fun, and there is merit in exploring them. I often joke that my experiences at least enable me to write really weird stuff, but I mainly just favor these topics because it allows me to get really poetic with my language.

TL;DR: I put the lust in bloodlust.

How do you feel about your own writing?

This is a tricky question for me to answer at the moment, because I've been going through it™️ and my perception is clouded by that. Generally I'm pretty confident - I know my strengths and weaknesses and I know what I put out there is okay. On the other hand, I feel like the vulnerability is needed to keep me humble. Whenever I approach something with too much "I can do this!" it turns out dogshit. However, I feel at least that what I provide is unique to some degree.

When you write, are you influenced by what others enjoy or might enjoy reading, or do you write purely for yourself, or a mix of both?

Brother. Please take a look at my ao3 and tell me anything on there can be considered popular /s

I write for an audience of one - what I wrote is what I wanted to read. Quite a few of my works are so limited in their audience that they never make it to posting. I get ecstatic when people show interest, and that is the main reason I share, but I try not to keep an imaginary audience in my head when I write. It hinders me. I love doing gift works, and I approach them with the mindset of "I'm going to give you something that's for you specifically but still has my unique spin on it" and of course factor their enjoyment into my writing, but try not to overthink to the degree it stops my enjoyment.

Let it be said, I love my fandom friends, and want to write them all the things.

Tagging: @redbatchedcumbermayned and @galateaencore (only if you'd like, of course)

[byrder]

Johnny x Ponyboy

Tags: fluffy madness, the cutes kids on the planet

notes: before the church burned down, after they got there and were so bored Ponyboy decieds to confess his love!

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Im bored out of my mind and cant stop thinking about yesterday.... I came back from supply running a little later than normal and hed panicked so much he ran to me and hugged me almost crying! I dont know what got into his head but i really worried him, hes not normally touchy like that but hes stuck closer to me since weve been in this church, I kinda love the attention... I always wanted to spend more time with him even though we spend every waking moment together amyways. I wonder if he likes me?- wait what am i even saying i dont like Johnny! but he does have pretty eyes..... oh shit i like johnny.--- i can feel myself blush as my eyes dart to look at him, hes drawing something, i wonder if hed draw me sometime.. snap out of it ponyboy! You like him i get it but theres no way he likes you. What if i ask dally, hes ment to be comin by later im sure hell know what to do.

"I already knew that kid" Ponyboy gasped

"How???? I just found out today!"

"Well you should see yourself around him, and see him around you man that boy i *smitten* for you"

my eyes sparkle "You think?!"

he chuckles "Yes ponyboy! You should tell him get yourself a man"

i blush "Well idonno about thattttt"

"Tell him when your ready, just don't wait to long"

"I will thank you Dally"

I take a deep breath and look around the church, candles line the floor in a circle lighting up the small picnic i set up, johnny is out right now but im sure hell be back soon. I bought his favorite candy and pop. hopefully he likes it...

"Ponyboy im back!" Johnny says his voice echoing the church, i see him pause when he sees me sitting in the circle of candles. I smile and pat the spot in front of me "Comere!" god im so nervous. He walks over slowly eyes never leaving mine as he sits down. "Ponyboy- what is all this"

I take a deep breath before speaking "I have a lot to say so just listen alright?" i wait for him to nod before going on trying to follow the script i set out for myself "So uh... Johnny i really love you, not as a friend" his face turns to shock and i flinch "I want to spend the rest of my life with you however long that is, i want to hold your hand and dance in the rain with you, ive loved you for as long as i can remember and it took us running away to this damn church for me to realize it and for that im sorry. You deserve the world and i know i wont be able to give it to you but i want to try. I want to be yours and i want you to be mine. I bought your favorite candy and pop" i present my gifts to him "What do you think Johnny?" i look up from my hands and see him blushing. "Can i kiss you" he wispers and i stare at him in shock "Huh"

"Can i kiss you" he repeats

i trip over myself but eventually say a coherent yes

He pulls me closer to him and cups my face gently, it feels like fireworks go off when our lips meet, like everything ive ever wanted, needed, or wished for was right here. Nothing else matters except for him. He pulls away and i lean forward subconsciously, he giggles and kisses my forehead hugging me close.

"I love you too if you couldn't tell"

i laugh "Yeah i couldn't tell"

he lays down anf i rest my head on his chest looking up at him "Can we kiss more?" i whisper shyly

he giggles again and says yes

im really going to enjoy the rest of our time here

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[thesullengrrrl]

May I request number 7 form the prompt list pretty please?

Sending my love 😍

hey anon, thank you for the request! sorry this took quite some time 😬 ngl this is a bit challenging (and cheesier) than expected but here we are! we made it! i hope you enjoy this one 💗

take me to church

Both dressed up to the nines, Rosie led Elaine through the streets of Manhattan. There was something romantic with the way the sun hits every building, trees, streets, people, too. With a slight nip in the air, it made their run around the city less tiring and sweaty.

"Where are we going exactly?" she asked, still confused about the whole thing and clutching a small bouquet of flowers he bought for her when they passed by a flower shop.

"You'll see," he grinned, squeezing her hand to comfort her.

I feel like I'm in a Carly Rae Jepsen music video, she mused.

The couple now stood in front of Cathedral of St. Patrick, her favorite church in all of New York due to its architecture.

"What are we doing here?"

Rosie did not answer and instead pulled her inside the doors.

She doesn't usually go to mass or services, but whenever she needs a quiet place to think, and she's in the area, this is one of her go-tos. The imposing high ceilings always made her strangely comforted, a reminder how small she is and her problems compared to the world.

"Because you know what happened the last time we were in a church..." she trailed off, knowing that he knows what she was referring to.

"I know, I know, baby," he assured her, kissing her lightly on the lips. "We're getting married."

"What are you talking about?" Elaine half-whispered.

There were a few people inside, some praying or some lighting candles. It was a Thursday, no services as well.

Rosie stopped at the second pew near the altar and motioned for her to sit. When settled, he faced her and intertwined his hand to hers. She stared at him with a worried expression. Oh my god, what is he going to do?

"Why are we here, Rosie?" Elaine repeated. "What do you mean 'getting married'?"

"I didn't get to tell you my vows," he answered finally, smiling at her. "And I thought…by telling my vows here, even if there's no ceremony, we'll be married. In the eyes of God."

Elaine sucked in a breath, her chest full of overwhelming love for her husband. She only talked about her religion for a few times, but it seemed like this man was keen on listening to her. God, what did I do to deserve this? Am I dead now? Is this heaven?

"B-but you're Jewish," Elaine reasoned, rubbing his arm. "I wanted us to get married in a courthouse so that we don't have to do this!"

"I want to do this for you," Rosie replied, gently wiping a tear she did not know was falling from her eye. "I don't want the first and last memory of us in a church was when you were telling me we'll never see each other again. Also the synagogue is locked when there's no service..."

The synagogue bit made Elaine cackle loudly, which earned them stern looks from the churchgoers. Both only smiled nervously at them, and gazed back at each other.

"Elaine, let me do this for you, all right?"

She nodded, letting him show his love for her.

"Wait, no paper? You have it memorized? Are you gonna wing this?" she couldn't help but ask again. He grinned, remembering that time he almost proposed to her on Valentine's Day. 

"Not really word for word but maybe I'll add something here and there," he replied. "I have my copy here if you like—" 

Elaine shook her head and motioned him to continue. "Just, just say what's on your heart." 

A pause, then he cleared his throat.

"Darling, you walked into my life when I probably needed it the most," he started, his heart beating loudly. They’re in a church, with its imposing stature, declaring his love for her. Her soft green eyes meeting his ocean blue eyes.

Everything is romantic.

"I think I thanked God the day you told me you love me. I've been wanting to say it the day we were in the park and you told me about parallel universes. I'm not sure what made you come and stay in my life once again, but I am grateful for it. I love you, Elaine Byrne...Rosenthal." 

A smile formed on his face on how her name sounded hyphenated with his. "After London, I never thought this would ever happen...but here we are. Elaine, I love you. You know that by now, but I’ll say it every day for as long as we live. I'll always choose you. I'll always take you dancing whenever you want to. I promise to listen to you even when it's hard. I'll love you even when things get rough. I'll love you even when you're far from me."

Elaine never thought of marrying anyone before Rosie came to her life. She figured that she's destined to be a semi-recluse somewhere in Bed-Stuy with only temporary lovers and her books and belongings to keep her company and warm on winter nights. However, fate looks like it has different plans for her. What a funny thing, she thought. Who would've thought that accidentally locking herself in the cold room would result to this?

"You told me about parallel universes," he continued. "And the idea of another place that we're not together is insane and miserable to me. I promise I'll love you right in all universes we might meet."

She threw herself at him, now crying. "Why...I didn't...I didn't have my vows with me...you should've told me."

Chuckling, her husband rubbed her back to comfort her. He should’ve told her, but that would have ruined the surprise. 

"Read it to me when we get to California. We'll find a church that you like," he replied softly.

"Or a synagogue," Elaine said.

"Yes, any place of worship you want."

"All right, okay...we're framing our vows," she nodded, now looking at him. Her cheeks now have mascara streaks, but for him, she still looks beautiful. "I don't care if anyone thinks it's cheesy. This is cheesy and corny. Jesus Christ. How did you come up with this?"

"I had a little help," he winked.

Rosie leaned in, cupping her jaw and planted a soft kiss on her lips. When they parted, she wiped her tears with the back of her hand. Elaine wiped tears from his eyes. How ridiculous they must have looked! A couple of idiots making out and crying in the pews!

“I love you," Elaine said, stroking his cheek. "I don't think I say it enough but I love you."

"I love you too," Rosie answered, giving her another kiss. "And thank you for agreeing to marry me. Even if I'm an old man."

They broke into laughter, until they heard a familiar voice few pews behind them. "All right, love birds!"

When they turned, it was Elaine's mother, Alice, who had been there the whole time. She clicked the camera and rushed to the two, hugging them.

[lostsunlight]

CHAPTER 3 - THOSE WHO SIN AND THOSE WHO PRAY

childe x reader, wc: 4.4k, masterlist, Ao3

cw: blood and gore, nsfw

He helps you down the ruin, making your way through the canyon. You took one last moment to look across the scenery, if you were lucky this might be the last time you would ever return here. You felt a small pang of loss before it was overridden by the determination to be free that had long been rooted in you.

It was all falling into place. This is what you had fought for since the fateful day you had received your Vision. Adrenaline ran through your veins, you could almost taste the freedom.

You ran to the waypoint, now panting. Looking back you gave Childe a final nod and put your hand to the waypoint, you pictured the square. Feeling your body become formless for a moment you breathed out. The next thing you knew you were in the square. 

Still slightly panting you began to run in a beeline towards the nearest set of knights. Just a few metres away from the way point. The cool night winds whipping harshly against your skin. 

“Help, I need help!” you stuttered out

One of the Knights grabbed your shoulders “Sister, what are you doing out here so late?” his stern voice echoed throughout the square. 

“Please, I just need to get to the cathedral” You look back at the waypoint, your breathing growing heavier with every passing second.

The Knights nodded, just as they began to lead you up the stairs the waypoint flashed again, Childe nonchalantly walked past into the depths of the night, pretending not to notice you and the Knights. You hid behind one of them. The Knights gave each other a nod, they spit up one following Childe and the other leading you back to the cathedral.

“Sister, what's your name? Can you tell me what happend?” You look up at him, eyes watering with crocodile tears. 

“My name is Y/N. I-I don't know what happened. I was serving my penance and the next thing I knew someone grabbed me and pulled me out the window. I can't remember what happened next” You mumbled  “All I know is that I somehow managed to break free and get to a waypoint”

The knight lead you through the plaza to the doors of the church. He rapped upon the guilded doors. A few moments later another Knight unlocked the heavy door. It was the same one that was guarding Barbara’s office. 

He takes the state of you in, arms tightly crossed across your body, shaking. Standing next to a mildly concerned looking Knight.

“Sir Micheal, Sister Y/N came to us for help, she teleported into the square and ran to us for help. She said she was kidnapped while serving penance but she can’t remember what happened. The Fatui Harbinger teleported in a few seconds later”

Micheal gathers you in and pulls you into the cathedral. 

“Thank you Sir Otto, I will go report to The Deaconess” He places a hand across your shoulder, the iron gauntlets digging too far in causing you to wince. 

“This will be over quickly, with any luck The Deaconess won’t punish you” His voice had the same tone as it did when he locked you in the tower. The words were at the edge of your tongue. You wanted to ask him if he wanted to fight for The Order, if like you, he believed your God had abandoned you. 

He leads you through the rows of pews towards the Sanctuary, hidden behind the base of the altar. You're still shaking, putting all your effort into replicating the knights you've seen after battle. You had become familiar with the sight, side by side with the other healers doing the best you could to stop the endless rivers of blood pouring from their bodies. The fights against the Abyss had been tough, they would only become worse with time. Perhaps one day without the protection of its God, Mondstadt would fall to its knees.

He leaves you in her office sitting you down in the hard chair opposite from her desk. There was no light in the room aside from a small candle Otto had lit. The decorum of the office still annoyed you. For a woman who was meant to live her life in pious modesty, she truly did have a taste for the extravagant. 

“I'm going to go wake The Deaconess, I’ll be back in a minute”

You tried to turn the fear you had for The Deaconess into the fear you were supposedly having after being kidnapped. You wondered if The Deaconess would be kind this time like Micheal had said. Your gut instinct was to doubt him, the only people you had seen The Deaconess were those at or above her station.

You heard footsteps approaching the door before it opened. The Deaconess stood in a long night robe despite having just woken up she looked surprisingly alert. She sat down opposite from you, lighting a few more candles casting more light into the room. 

“Sister Y/N, can you tell me what happened?” She folded her small hands under her chin. Her soft voice still had a sharpness weaved into it. Her expression showed no sympathy. 

You took a second preparing to explain yourself but before you could get the first word out the door once again burst open. The Cavalry Captain stood for a moment at the door frame, if you looked closely you could see a slight sway to his gait. He walked in and leaned on the desk next to Barbara. 

“Captain Kaeya, I'm glad you could make it considering the circumstances” The Deaconess looked up at him looking mildly agitated at his drunken stupor. The Captain was well known for his habit of haunting The Angels Share most Friday nights.

‘Of course, hearing a Sister come in running from a waypoint begging for help is rather alarming” He replied calmly, gesturing to you. “Continue, please”

You took a deep breath “I’m not sure, I was in the South Tower serving my penance and the next thing I knew I was at Stormbearer Mountains, I heard them talking about Port Dornman. I saw the waypoint and took my chance to get out.”

The captain looked at you before asking “Do you know who took you?’

“I heard no names or faces, I couldn’t pick up the accent either. I-I don’t know why me”

You saw Barbara look at Kaeya mouthing one word “Fatui?” He shrugged 

 You put the pieces together, Perfect.

“Are you sure there's nothing you can remember?”

You shook your head “N-No” 

Kaeya sighed pulling a hand down his face “I shall inform The Grandmaster and find that knight who was tailing Tartaglia, expect to hear word in the morning Deaconess”

He leaves the office just as abruptly as he entered. You looked back at Barbara, she was drumming her fingers on her desk deep in thought. 

“Sister Y/N, You shall finish the remainder of your penance and return to your normal duties. We currently suspect it was the Fatui who attempted this, for what reason I cannot fathom”

“F-Forgive me Deaconess if this is out of line but if it was the Fatui what would happen” You worded your question carefully trying to edge out what their plan was, with any luck they would play right into your waiting hands. 

She gave you a hard glare “Likely nothing Sister” 

Although she wouldn’t explicitly state it, you were right, dart in the bullseye. The Order was still too weak to risk a war with the Fatui. They already suspected the Fatui were up to no good, this wasn’t even the farthest they've gone if the rumours about them trying to ruin Dawn Winery’s harvest this year were true. 

With any luck there would be a follow up with The Grandmaster and then nothing. When the time came for you to fake your death, they would hopefully suspect the Fatui again and investigate no further. Maybe they might even be glad to be rid of you, too much trouble for your worth. 

You abruptly snapped out of your thoughts at Barbara clearing her throat “Thank you Deaconess I shall return to my penance”

You exited the office, finding another knight ready to escort you back to the South Tower to serve the last day of your penance.

✧

The morning after next you felt the sunlight on your face for the first time in far too long. Marianne had practically flown out of bed after she had woken up to see you standing on the balcony, clearly she didn't know about what had happened that night. 

“Y/N, I’m glad you're alright, I missed you” She embraced you in a tight hug, one that you had to force yourself to return.

“Mari” You said trailing off “Something happened”

She frowned and tilted her head a little “What?”

“I'm not exactly sure of the details but I was kidnapped, by whom or why I cannot answer. All I know is that I made it out” The lie you wove slipping out easily

“Archons” she mumbles under her breath. 

You pulled away from her and she rested her forehead against yours “I-I don’t know what to say” she huffed out

“I’ll be OK, I was knocked out for most of it. I don't think I really had time to fear. But now I’m home, I’m safe” The last part was the hardest to bite out. You weren’t home, you weren't safe, not in Mondstadt anyways. With every passing day the city rotted, You had no more time to swallow the false promises that The Order so willing gave you. 

“Come, morning prayer starts soon and The Deaconess will have your head if you’re not there to pray” You said

The two of you moved out of your room, making your way down the stairs. Like always she separated off towards the large golden harp and yor to kneel at the hard wooden pews that had your knees crying in agony every day. You quickly fell back into routine. Every day here was the same. After all, it was easy to move with the flow. 

After you had mouthed your prayers you moved away with the flock of healers. There were about 20 of you in total and some in training.

Sister Grace, the oldest of you, lead the way to the infirmary, as the rest of the healers begin their work you walk Grace for report, much like Sister Olga, Sister Grace stood ridgid. Red hair with greying roots peaked out from her habit.

“Sister Y/N, I understand you have been in penance for a week, your normal bays have been covered by the other Sisters as we expect you to do of them” You merely nodded in response.

“Bay 24 came in last night and had a large laceration on his upper right leg says he got it in a fight with an Abyss Herald on patrol. Bay 25 came in this morning with a nasty fever and Bay 26 is another knight with a broken leg…” She continued her spiel for the next few bays.

“Finally, Sister Ida will be working under you for today” You glanced at the familiar blonde girl. She was only 15, two years into her training but as pious as the oldest nuns. You liked her company, she was talented, like you she had a knack you healing and an Electro vision that had come in handy more than once.

You thanked her, annoyed at her brief descriptions. You delved into work, leading Ida with you. Cleaning the large laceration on the knight's leg was familiar. You tried to not let your thoughts wander to the Harbinger too much, you wondered when you would next see him. You had been too impulsive to tell him when to show up next the last time you were with him.

Moving to the next bay you fully immersed yourself in your work letting the hours fly by as you always did. Leading Ida in her duties as a healer. By the age of 16 she’ll be ready to work on her own. Gently guiding her hands to help with the endless tasks, even letting her crush her own herbs after double checking with you.

Her eyes followed your every move as you activated your vision, controlling the stream of water with practised ease you irrigate a wound, Ida was holding the knight's hands. Even after giving him Milk of the Poppy he could still feel the pain. 

Stepping out of the infirmary at the end of the day, the sun setting over the horizon the sky stained the sky with vibrant yellows, pinks and oranges. You went to find Marianne for dinner walking to the altar to find her scolding a younger sister, likely for messing up an old hymn again. The stark reminder that Marianne was no longer the person you knew hit you like a sack of bricks, time doing nothing to ease the blow.

“Marianne, let's go it's time for dinner” You said in the calmest voice you could muster, you led her away after she dismissed her student. You looked back at the dejected girl making eye contact with her. You gave her the most sympathetic look you could and mouthed the words “Im Sorry”

“How are you holding up Y/N” Marianne asks lacing her arm in yours 

“I think I’m OK, I’m just distracting myself with my duties at the moment” Wanting to change the topic quickly you asked 

“Why were you scolding that student again?”

Marianne rolled her eyes “She just can't get the last bit of ‘Ventum Aquilarum’ right”

You bit your tongue “Ah, Isn’t that a pretty hard one” 

She nods “It is but it's one of The Deaconesses favourites, so she has to play it perfectly” 

You laughed a little, you’ve heard ‘Ventum Aquilarum’ so many times that you could play it on the harp if you tried hard enough. 

Walking into the stone dining hall you take your assigned seats and chew on the same bread and soup you've eaten for the last 19 years. Some of the other sisters were discussing the upcoming Ludi Harpastum. A few of them were hoping to be chosen by whatever champion would win this year, likely one of the nobility like it had been for the last century or so. After Venessa’s rebellion the common folk had been allowed to touch the harpastrum but those days were lost to history.

“I'm excited to see Venti play again this year” Marianne sighed, you had caught her on more than once occasion staring at the Holy Lyre der Himmel, wishing she could play it for herself.

“I hear he’s always getting drunk on dandelion wine at whatever tavern will serve him, I hope hes not too drunk to play this year” 

Marianne laughed, purple eyes gleaming “The Harpastum starts in two weeks can you believe? Maybe we'll get a day off to explore the city again”

“You might but I don't think I can leave the cathedral walls until The Deaconess deems me worthy enough, which could take years”

“The Deaconess isn’t that bad you know”

“You’re in her good graces Mari, you’ve been working with her closely as of late anyways, she needs you for prayer. Of course shes nice to you”

Marianne said nothing in response to that, merely dipping her bread in the radish soup. The two of you finished up, walking out of the dining hall. You and Marianne parted ways. She to The Sanctuary to meet with Deaconess Barbara to discuss tomorrow morning’s prayer and you to the Sisters Quarters. 

You ascended the stairs deep in thought, ever since Marianne had become the primary harpist under Barbara she had become more and more forgiving of her actions. She was right under The Deaconesses wing. An uncomfortable thought occurred to you, what if she became the next Deaconess? Barbara was forbidden from having children as a Sister of the Church and Grandmaster Jean was married to Lisa of the Hexenzirkel. Sure she wasn’t a Gunnhildr but she was of minor noble descent. It was tradition within the noble families of Mondstadt to give their second child to either The Church or The Knights. It wasn’t unheard of for a minor noble to become a Deaconess either. Archons, the Deaconess normally married the Grandmaster in order to create a stronger alliance and keep the Gunnhildr lines clean. 

Climbing higher and higher you reached the room in the roof and banished the racing thoughts from your head, you were catastrophizing again. You needed a distraction. Clambering out the small window you prowled along the cathedral rooftops, eventually perching where you could view the whole city. 

A few moments later you hear footsteps behind you, whipping around you see the Harbinger. He sits down next to you, leaning back on his arms to view the stars

“Miss me” he teases

“Hardly, It’s only been two days” You reply. Why was it so easy to talk to him?

He laughs a little “Tell me, how did our little plan play out”

“The Order suspects you, I doubt they’ll come after you though, diplomatic immunity and all”

“Now the next part of this plan, how do you plan to do that”

“The Ludi Harpastum starts in two weeks, I’m assuming you know what it is?”

He shrugged “Vaguely” 

“Its a 15 day festival, all you need to know is that it's the perfect distraction to make our getaway”

He stands up all of a sudden extending a hand to you “We can talk about this later, fancy another trip?”

You smirk “How could I say no”

✧

Childe’s thoughts kept on coming back to you, for some reason he had agreed to go along with your hair-brained plan. He had decided it was because he was bored and wanted some excitement. Being sent to Mondstadt in search of an absent Archon in preparation for Signoria’s plan was already a sluggish mission, he would rather be fighting the ancient terrors locked away underneath the earth. The only light at the end of the tunnel was the Rite of Decension, he would have to leave Mondstadt at one point or another soon.

Coming to the cathedral roof was an impulsive decision, in truth he had missed you and the excitement you brang but mostly he was bored. You were determined, impulsive and it reminded him of himself. There was something else about you that drew him to you, maybe it was your capacity for kindness, kindness that he craved. Maybe it was the way you treated him as an equal, wanting to know more about him, he rarely had a conversation with someone like the way he did with you.

The opportunity you had provided him was almost perfect, If he was going to take down the Geo Archon he would do it himself. He could finally prove himself to the other Harbingers, being the youngest and the weakest was infuriating him. Sure the others had years some hundreds to perfect their skills but if he wanted to complete his goal of taking down the heavens and bringing it to The Tsaritsa’s feet he needed to be stronger. He needed to be the best.

When he extended his hand to you he had one idea in mind, to fight. If you were going to be working for him he might as well make sure you could fend for yourself. Bringing you with him to Liyue was already a potential weakness, especially if other people found out about you. You had the ability to fight, under your soft exterior lurked something cunning.

He gathered you in his arms once again, leaping off the roof and heading towards the deep woods of Wolvendom. The jagged cliffs and old gnarled oak trees came into view. He landed in a small clearing and glanced around.

“You’ll train with a polearm this time” he said, manifesting one out of subspace, he threw it at you, half expecting you to drop it.

“Why did I expect anything else when we left” you huffed a little and you twired the polearm trying to get used to it weight compared to a sword

“Polearm?” you question raising a brow at him

“I think you’ll fight better with a spear compared to a sword”

Without another second he launched his attack, this time you knew his style a little better, trying to follow his advice you keep the polearm loose in your grip and let it lead you. As expected he bests you in a matter of seconds by knocking you down to the ground before helping you up. 

“Let's make this a little more fun, for everyone round the winner gets to ask a question” He suggests

“That's no fair and you know it” 

He shrugged “Hows this, I don't use any weapons”

You sighed there was no getting around this “Fine, Deal.”

This time you attack first, sharply jabbing your polearm at his with all the force you could muster. He jumps back and sprints around you as you move to swing your polearm. He grabs the handle and pulls it out of your grip with your ease. 

‘Too easy, next time keep the polearm closer to you person and go for the knees” He hands the polearm back to you

“What do you know about the Anemo Archon” he asks you, you look at him curiously, he can tell you know he has an ulterior motive.

“You know how to get the ladies” you tease before continuing “Not much, he's been gone for millenia, at this point I doubt his existence”

He hums “Is there anyone that might know more?”

“Win the next round and I'll tell you”

As expected you lose horribly, this time he jumps the swing aimed at his legs and tackles you to the ground. He's above you, hands on either side of your head. He sees you looking up at him, your eyes unlike his have a shine to them, you still had your soul, you were still unbound. A pang of unexpected sadness rung through him

Trying to shift his thoughts he “See something you like, Y/N” You give him a firm shove to the chest to push him off you. It was easy to flirt, to distract himself from the horrors he inflicted, the lies he had told his younger siblings and the disdain his elder siblings held for him.

Anticipating his question you answer before he can ask “I don't know anyone that would know where Barbatos is. Considering the state of the city he might as well be dead”

“I doubt he’s dead Y/N” you snort a little at that 

“Alright Sister Tartaglia” 

The third round he decides to let you win, you knock him back against a tree with the base of your polearm, surprise crosses your face before you smile. 

“You let me win this time”

“Hardly, now your question”

“How did you become a Harbinger” A dangerous question he thinks, he leans back against the tree considering how to answer.

“I wanted to become the best, I was forced into the Fatui by my father at fourteen and found my love for battle there” he dances around the truth “I devoted myself to mastering the art of battle fighting every superior I could. Eventually one of the other Harbingers recognised my talent and the rest is history”

You give him a look, he could tell that you knew he wasn’t telling the whole truth but not pressing further. You hand the polearm back to him

“We better get back Marianne will be wondering where I am”

“Marianne?”

“Another Sister, my roommate” He could hear the notes of sadness in your voice, the way your eyebrows twitch.

“Before we leave we should discuss the plan”

“Let's do it on the walk back then”

The two of you began the short trek back to the walled city. The woods thinning out the closer the two of you got. He was on his guard for any Knights that might be patrolling the area. 

“Meet me on the roof on 7th day of the Ludi Harpastum at sunset, That's the halfway point by then people will be too far into it to investigate properly, the Knights will have their hands full and that's the one night The Deaconess lets The Sisters join the festivities”

The tone in your voice, the finality of it. 

“What makes you think I’ll be finished with my mission in 3 weeks?”

“If I’m correct about who you're looking for, and considering you probably wouldn’t be so careless as to let it slip unless you wanted me to know, then I would say its a fruitless mission”

“I’ve searched every corner of this damned country and not a single trace of that Archon” 

“Why do you want to find him anyways?”

He smirks deciding how much to tell you “After you break free I’ll tell you”

“Always a card up your sleeve Harbinger” 

“Can’t let you know everything can I now?”

The city came into view, two knights guarding the city's gates. You glanced at Childe wondering if he had a plan, naturally he did. 

“Ready to see what Hydro vision can do?” He sees you laugh catching on to what he was suggesting, the two of you walk around the edge of Cider lake. Activating your vision you stepped into the water as if it was earth, skimming across the surface with practised ease. 

During the summers you and some of the other sisters were permitted to swim in the lake, the summer you had been recognised by The Archons you had spent almost every day down by the lake learning how to manipulate water to your will under the guidance of the other Hydro-blessed sisters.

Reaching the ancient stone wall of the city you climbed, hands finding crooks in the worn cobblestone, soon the two of you reached the top. Overseeing the graveyard at the back of the church, he grabbed you and glided down, landing softly on the ground. 

“Until we meet again Harbinger” you said, turning around and disappearing into the shadows of the church, entering through the small side door you had used before. 

He ran a hand through his hair, signing up to the stars hanging above him. What was he doing?

[angeltreasure]

Hi there- to start with, your account is lovely and I like seeing it on my dash. I have a potentially slightly stupid question for you- I'm relatively inexperienced in the faith, and nobody's ever shown me how to pray for someone (outside of Mass, obviously). I'd like to be able to help with some of the requests I see on your blog. How do you pray for someone?

Many thanks!

Good Morning!,

Aww thank you! Don’t worry it’s not a stupid question at all. In Catholicism specifically, there are two basic types of prayers. We worship only one God, so all prayers are sent to Him. This is direct prayer. The saints (that is, a person in Heaven) are not worshiped but rather, they are like a friend we go to we need help with prayers. They pray with us for an intention we have by sending that prayer up to God. This is called intercessory prayer. Here is a photo below to better show you.

Praying can be as simple as you want. When you pray to God, you can use prayers already created by other people or you can make your own. It doesn’t have to be long or complicated in wording. Pray as simple as you would talk to a friend when praying to God. For example you could do something like “God, please help John Doe, they are in a lot of pain”. Talk to God like you would a friend. You can make it a whole conversation whatever you have on your mind or in your heart. Jesus in the Bible showed us a way we can pray too. In Catholicism, we have titled that prayer as the Our Father. It’s a great way we can pray for someone. Here it is below:

You can also use videos on YouTube for prayer. I learned how to pray Chaplets and the Rosary by the use of tv and YouTube. Some videos are nice enough to have the words on the screen! There are also many prayer books you can buy and even little tiny pamphlets too for less than $5. Your local church website may also have prayers. Radio is also a good place for prayer try Relevant Radio. Prayer requests are taken by religious Orders too on their website you can personally submit. You can find a lot of prayers by google images too if you can’t buy any books, etc yet.

When someone outside of Mass asks you to pray for them, you can do silent prayer, vocal prayer, you can light a candle for them, you can offer a mass for them. You can pray anywhere you want without limit (as long as you are safe under the law of your country or the safety of your own home for example or church, etc). You can be a great source of comfort to someone by praying for them and other people. Be light a light in the darkness of this world. It will take you deeper through the narrow path of holiness to get to our goal: Heaven.

Please search the tumblr tag #prayer request to see the kinds of prayers I do for others. Feel free to make a post with that tag too for yourself or intention for others anytime. May God bless you.

Bishop Barron on Prayer

[anthrofreshtodeath]

Soft-ish prompts: "Let me do this for you, okay?"

I'm not sure if I'd prefer this as Jane to Maura or Maura to Jane, it has good potential for either....

Okay my request is for Maura to Jane in the Cafuddári universe if you are so inclined please and thank you.

Writing this kind of hit me in the feels 😅

___

“Night has fallen,” Maura says to Jane, and they are hovering in the doorway between St. Paul’s pastoral offices and the sanctuary itself. The length of the church, of the holy parts of it, appears interminable from this vantage point. Light is scarce, most of it coming from the votive candles to their right, at about the halfway marker of the massive room. 

Jane laughs in that Italian way. “Night has fallen,” she says in her easiest accent, the one from home. The one she probably last used when in a church - that is, before last night. “You sound like one of us. I’m not sure if the change is a good one.”

Maura shakes her head, reminds herself that fear is speaking to her more than Jane is. “I am. I’m better for knowing you, even if it hasn’t been very long. Do you think you could try?”

Jane stares only ahead, but allows Maura’s fingers to thread through her own. “Melissa deserves a candle. She deserves ten. She had no idea about all this bull… about our world, and yet, she served the church. She let them torture her before she gave anything up. If she gave anything up at all. But I just don’t know if I… the pain if I try and it doesn’t…”

More than fear. Mortal terror. Maura refrains from cursing the God of Abraham only out of respect for Jane’s respect for this place - his rejection and his enforcement of that rejection has made a centuries-old being (those exist!) cower from the soft glow of candlelight. So, Maura swallows, reminds herself that cognition is so much more powerful than emotion at solving problems, and Jane is right. Melissa deserves honor from all of them. “Let me do this for you, okay?”

Jane’s head snaps toward Maura’s. “What?”

“Let me light the candle for you. For her,” Maura says softly. 

Jane blushes, full of Maura’s blood still, and she sports an incredulous, half-exhilarated smile. “You don’t believe,” she says.

Maura turns to her, puts hands on her shoulders, rubs her thumbs over the warm skin on Jane’s neck. If she concentrates, if she pauses the affection, she can feel the periodic knock of the carotid - slow, inhuman, but full. She licks her lips, purpose renewed. “I can be respectful,” she says to Jane. “I can have a moment of silence.”

“You won’t pray?” Jane asks quietly.

Maura shakes her head. “No. I never have, and I probably never will. And because we are in a place of worship, that’s all I’m going to say on the matter.”

“Probably for the best,” Jane says, looking back toward the votives and the likeness above them. “Saint Paul is a total asshole.”

Maura laughs, loud and pretty and free. “He certainly wouldn’t approve of our nighttime activities, would he?”

“No, he wouldn’t,” Jane says. Then she turns back to Maura and her face grows long, serious. “Thank you, for this.”

“Stand behind me,” Maura nods. “Coach me, if I need coaching.”

Jane puts her arm out, asking Maura to lead the way. “I don’t think you’re gonna need any help at all,” she says.

They walk to the candles hand in hand. For Melissa.

[psikind]

🖊 your middle ages pkmn story, cymric, aisling, curse, candle, tomorrow

side eyeing you for curse and candle but *slaps on scientist googles* ok let's roll

middle ages pokemon story: I REALLY need to come up with a proper name for this one but it's the classic rpg plot - chosen one (usually a cringefail loser) gets told they're the chosen one and are destined to save the land from a great evil, so they set out on a quest along with 2-3 buddies they meet along the way who are Surprisingly good at a particular thing and usually things related to that thing - of course with some extra flavor thrown in of queerness and shit I picked up from dnd and the fact that everyone's a magic animal :D I was actually thinking of making these guys, the designs, more anthro so I can give them neat fantasy clothes but I'm still debating it

cymric: nyanbinary monster friend my 💖💖💖💖💖💖 they're always so cheerful and wild and sweet but there's also this more tragic side to them w them realizing slowly that they're going to outlive most of their friends and loved ones by hundreds of years, possibly even some of their monsties, and they're having a quiet early-life panic about it (that they're trying to hide. not well but they're trying, I'm sure at least cheval and bits would have caught on)

aisling: there's sooooooo much in my head about how her story would go now if I ever write it/make a blog about it again and I genuinely think it's in the best iteration I've ever had it - dnd's partially to thank for that because some of the concepts and relationship dynamics she has now come from or were inspired by her role in alkupera and now it's more cohesive instead of being all over the place like it used to be! like her past for instance, I have the entire team she used to be apart of developed and they're going to be /o/ a Problem

curse: staring at you with my autistic eyes. she got her nickname from being an absolute fucking menace to the towns people - not in a dangerous or even harmful way, she was just annoying as fuck setting up traps and pranks at every turn. you could tell how much she liked you based on how specific the prank was, like if you got a bucket of water on your head after exiting the library/church she lived at you could assume she was just being an asshole but if you got a personally written letter that led you to a beautiful hill with a picnic of all your favorite foods set up on it at sunset and then you sit down and THEN you get a bucket of water on your head that was basically a love confession (this has happened to candle at least twice. don't ask him why he fell for it the second time)

candle: similarly, candle got his nickname for his kindness - he'd do whatever he could to help out people from doing chores for the elderly to being a wingman (a common job for him, being a priest of the mistress) to keeping watch over little ones, there was nothing he wouldn't do to see the people smile and so he became a beacon for the village, a light to lead the way to happiness should something bring them down. curse would often worry about him overworking himself and make him take breaks which like thank the gods the boy would have much more white fur by now if not for that probably

tomorrow: she has symptoms 💖 (/hj) she and wednesday grew up together kind of because of their parents being business partners and they've always had this weird ride or die relationship- nevermind they have a kismesis I just realized. don't look at me

[tglob]

ADVENT: BE MODEST, DON’T IMPERSONATE – FR. OPARA

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ADVENT: BE MODEST, DON’T IMPERSONATE – FR. OPARA Do not think too high of yourself, be modest and do not claim whom you are not. Fr. George Opara of Holy Ghost Catholic Church Umuevu Okrikanweke Ahiazu Mbaise LGA gave the injunction in his homily marking the 3rd Sunday of Advent which coincided with the Harvest of Divine Favour: Family and Solidarity Harvest in the parish. Preaching on the theme: “Who are you?” the cleric noted that many like to place themselves higher than their status and stressed need to be humble, upright, firm and unbiased. He remarked that John the Baptist was sincere and truthful, and never lied about himself or claimed to be Christ or mightier than Christ. The clergyman observed with chagrin that many today would have bragged of whom they are, what they can do, the powers and authority they have but John was straight forward, simple and forthright. Fr. Opara bemoaned the craze for acquisition of titles that adds nothing to human righteousness and called for redress to minimize poverty, hardship, worries, anxieties, hypertension and other stress related diseases. In his text taking from John 1:6-8,19-28, Fr. Opara recounted: “When the Jews sent priests and Levites from Jerusalem to ask John the Baptist, ‘Who are you?’ he not only declared, but he declared quite openly, ‘I am not the Christ.’ ‘Well then,’ they asked ‘are you Elijah?’ ‘I am not’ he said. ‘Are you the Prophet?’ He answered, ‘No.’ So they said to him, ‘Who are you? We must take back an answer to those who sent us. What have you to say about yourself?’ So John said, ‘I am, as Isaiah prophesied: a voice that cries in the wilderness: Make a straight way for the Lord.’ Now these men had been sent by the Pharisees, and they put this further question to him, ‘Why are you baptising if you are not the Christ, and not Elijah, and not the prophet?’ John replied, ‘I baptise with water; but there stands among you – unknown to you – the one who is coming after me; and I am not fit to undo his sandal-strap.’” Continuing, he said: “We should fellow the example of John – humility. Shun personal aggrandisement. Do not pride. Do not claim what you are not. Do away with impersonation. Come down from your prestigious high standing and be yourself. Keep to your level. Do not boast. Do not exaggerate. Eschew flamboyance. Be simple and Frank. No candle lights itself. Somebody must testify for you. John testified for the light, Jesus Christ. Wherever we are, bear witness for Christ like John. It is important to be humble. If you bring yourself low, God will lift you up. Jesus said in ‭‭Matthew‬ ‭11:11‬ ‘Truly I tell you, among those born of women there has not risen anyone greater than John the Baptist; yet whoever is least in the kingdom of heaven is greater than he.’ All go to the same place; all come from dust, and to dust all return (Ecclesiastes‬ ‭3:20‬). We are preparing for Christmas – getting ready to welcome Christ. ‘Be happy at all times; pray constantly; and for all things give thanks to God, because this is what God expects you to do in Christ Jesus. Never try to suppress the Spirit or treat the gift of prophecy with contempt; think before you do anything – hold on to what is good and avoid every form of evil. May the God of peace make you perfect and holy; and may you all be kept safe and blameless, spirit, soul and body, for the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ. God has called you and he will not fail you (1 Thessalonians 5:16-24 )’ Let your good works speak for you. Remember, you must render account of your stewardship on earth before God the creator.”

The First Reading was taken from Isaiah 61:1-2,10-11 “He has sent me to proclaim a year of favour from the Lord,” Responsorial Psalm – Luke 1:46-50,53-54 “My soul rejoices in my God,” Second Reading “1 Thessalonians 5:16-24 “May you all be kept safe for the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ,” Gospel Acclamation Isaiah 61:1 (Luke 4:18) “Alleluia, alleluia! “The spirit of the Lord has been given to me. He has sent me to bring the good news to the poor. Alleluia!” Gospel – John 1:6-8,19-28 “There stands among you the one coming after me.”

Anyanwu D.C. Ahiazu Mbaise LGA Sun-17-12-23

[aspenmissing]

𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚢 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Father Gregory's tombstone is covered in creeping vines; Dean, Sam, and Y/N crouch before it.

"That looks like-" Y/N starts.

"It's wormwood. A plant associated with the dead; specifically, the ones that are not at rest. I don't see it growing anywhere else, except over the murdered priest's marker. It's him, Sam."

"Maybe."

"Maybe?" Dean asks.

"Dean, I don't know what to think."

"Okay. You want some more proof? I'll give you more proof."

"How?"

"We'll summon Gregory's spirit."

"What? Here? In the church?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah. Yeah, we just need a few odds and ends, and that, uh, seance ritual in Dad's journal."

"Oh, a seance, great. Hope Whoopi's available," Dean deadpans.

"That's funny, actually. Seriously. If Father Gregory's spirit is around, a seance will bring him right to us. If it's him, then we'll put him to rest."

"But if it's an angel, it won't share. Nothing will happen," Sam says.

"Exactly. That's one of the perks of the job, Sam: we don't have to operate on faith. We can know for sure. Don't you wanna know for sure?"

==

Y/N, Dean, and Sam leave a small grocery store, Sam holding a paper sack and smiling.

"Dude. I'll admit we've gone pretty ghetto with spell work before, but this takes the cake. I mean, a SpongeBob placemat instead of an altar cloth?"

"We'll just put the SpongeBob side down," Y/N says. Sam and Dean laugh, then Sam stops in shock, staring at something across the street: a young man holding a bunch of flowers; a bright white light glow behind him.

"Guys, that's it."

"What?" The twins ask.

"That's the sign!"

"Where?" Dean asks.

"Right there, right behind that guy! That's him, Guys. And we have to stop him." The young man crosses the street; Sam starts to go after him but Dean and Y/N stop him.

"Wait a minute," Y/N says.

"What are you doing? Let me go."

"You're not going to go kill somebody because a ghost told you to, are you insane?"

"Guys, I'm not insane, I'm not going to kill him. I'm going to stop him."

"Define "stops", huh? I mean, what are you going to do?"

"Guys, please, he's going to hurt someone, you know it."

"All right, come on," Y/N says. The young man has gotten into a car and starts it up, pulling away. Dean gets into the driver's side of his car and starts it; Y/N gets into shotgun; Sam tries to get in the back but the door is locked.

"Dean. Unlock my door."

"You're not killing anyone, Sam. We got this guy; you go do the seance."

"Dean! Y/N!"

"You'll thank us." Dean and Y/N pull away, following the young man at a short distance. The man stops at a corner and gets out with the bunch of flowers, handing them to a woman waiting on the corner. They both get in the car and drive off again.

==

Kneeling before Gregory's grave, Sam has the spell materials spread out: a circle of small white candles, a large black candle in the middle, the placemat, and the journal. He lights the candles, picks up John's journal, and reads.

"Amate spiritus obscure, te quaerimus, te oramus, nobiscum colloquere apud nos circita" (Beloved hidden spirit. We seek you; we beg you. Come speak with us. Join our circle - Loose Translation) He sprinkles some herb on the black candle and it flares once, brightly.

"What are you doing? What is this?" Father Reynolds asks as he enters.

"Uh, Father, please. I can explain. Um...actually, maybe I can't. Um. This is a seance."

"A seance? Young man, you are in the House of God."

"It's based on early Christian rites, if that helps any."

"Enough. You're coming with me."

"Father, please, just wait a second!" As Fr. Reynolds pulls Sam to the exit, a familiar bright glow builds behind them. They turn, Fr. Reynolds in awe, Sam in disappointment.

"Oh my god! Is that... is that an angel?"

"No, it's not. It's just Father Gregory." The bright glow dims and coalesces to reveal a young, handsome priest.

"Thomas?!"

"I've come in answer to your prayers." During this, Dean and Y/N continue to follow the supposedly evil young man. Sam approaches the Gregory-spirit cautiously.

"Sam. I thought I sent you on your path. You should hurry."

"Father, I'm sorry. But you're not an angel."

"Of course, I am."

"No. You're a man. You're a spirit. And you need to rest."

"I was a man. But now I'm an angel. I was on the steps of the church. And I felt that bullet pierce right through me. But there was no pain. And suddenly I could see... everything. Father Reynolds, I saw you, praying and crying here. I came to help you."

"Help me how?" Fr. Reynolds asks.

==

The allegedly evil young man turns down a dark alley and the twins lose sight of him. Dean slams the steering wheel in frustration.

"Dammit!"

"We can't stop now."

==

"Those murders - that was because of you?" Fr. Reynolds asks.

"I received the Word of God. He spoke to me, told me to smite the wicked. I'm carrying out his will."

"You're driving innocent people to kill."

"Those innocent people are being offered redemption. Some people need redemption. Don't they, Sam?" Sam looks away, touched a nerve.

"How can you call this redemption?"

"You can't understand it now. But the rules of man and the rules of God are two very different things."

"Those people. They're locked up," Sam says.

"No, they're happy. They've found peace, beaten their demons. And I've given them the keys to heaven."

"No. No, this is vengeance, it's wrong. Thomas, this goes against everything you believed. You're lost, misguided."

"Father. No, I'm not misguided," Fr. Gregory says.

"You are not an angel, Thomas. Men cannot be angels."

"But... but I, I don't understand. You prayed for me to come."

"I prayed for God's help. Not this. What you're doing is not God's will. 'Thou shalt not kill'. That's the word of God."

==

The supposedly evil young man stops the car; the young woman holding the flowers looks confused, smiles nervously.

"Why did we stop?" The supposedly evil young man smiles back more nervously, his eye twitching. He leans over suddenly and kisses her. She fends him off with a laugh. "Um, weren't we going to go to the movies? Ah, we should go, or we're going to be late." Suddenly, the evil young man hits her, hard, across the face. She yelps in shock.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's just I've never done this before." She tries to get out of the car, but he's locked the door and she scrabbles uselessly at the handle. "Look, I said I was sorry!"

"Please." The man pulls out a knife. "What?" He lunges at her with the knife; she tries to fight him off. They struggle for a few seconds.

"No. N--Stop it!" The window shatters behind his head; Y/N reaches in, punches in, and slams his face into the steering wheel. Y/N unlocks the door and the woman gets out; Dean helps her out and holds her close. Y/N tumbles over the hood to reach her, looking her over.

"Are you okay? Are you okay?!" She asks.

"Thank God!" The woman cries. Behind them, the evil young man has come to and started the car; he drives off.

"Dammit! Are you sure you're okay? Do you have a cell phone?" Dean asks. The woman nods, still sobbing. "Call 9-1-1!" Dean and Y/N run off and get into the car to chase after the young man again.

==

Fr. Gregory is staring, bewildered, at his own headstone. He turns to face Reynolds and Sam.

"Let us help you," Sam says.

"No."

"It's time to rest, Thomas, to be at peace. Please, let me give you Last Rites." Fr. Gregory nods in resignation; Reynolds lifts his hands in prayer. "Oh Holy Hosts above, I call upon thee as a servant of Christ to sanctify our actions this day, in fulfillment of the will of God." Reynolds gasps as Gregory flickers like a distorted image.

"Father Reynolds?" Gregory says.

"Rest." Gregory kneels; Reynolds holds a hand over Gregory's forehead. "I call upon the Archangel Raphael, Master of the Air, to make open the way. Let the fire of the Holy Spirit now descend, that this being might be awakened to the world beyond." Fr. Gregory glows brightly, then vanishes to a soft chorus. Reynolds lowers his hand in awe.

==

Dean and Y/N are chasing the evil young man at a more frantic rate now. Dean grips the steering wheel tightly, and Y/N watches the cars' every move. They cut across lanes, over grass, and generally cause mayhem; at a cross-street, a small pickup truck carrying long metal pipes screeches to a halt in front of the man's car. A pipe spins off the truck bed, bouncing once on the ground and plowing straight through his windshield. It impales him straight through the chest. Dean stops the car in shock and gets out, followed by Y/N with widened eyes.

"Holy..."

"...Shit."

==

Sam is packing. Dean and Y/N approach the room and enter from outside.

"How was your day?" She asks.

"You were right. It wasn't an angel. It was Gregory," Sam says, sadly, dully, demoralized. Y/N pulls the flask from her inner pocket, takes a drink, then considering, offers it to Sam. Sam takes it. "I don't know, Guys, I just, uh... I want to believe... so badly, ah... It's so damn hard to do this, what we do. You're all alone, you know? And... there's so much evil out there in the world, Guys, I feel like I could drown in it. And when I think about my destiny, when I think about how I could end up..." Dean and Y/N sit on either side of Sam.

"Yeah, well, don't worry about that. All right? We're watching out for you."

"Yeah, I know you are. But you're just two people, Guys. And I needed to think that there was something else, watching too, you know? Some higher power. Some greater good. And that maybe..."

"Maybe what?" Y/N asks.

"Maybe I could be saved." Sam nervously laughs. "But, uh, you know, that just clouded my judgment, and you're right. I mean, we've gotta go with what we know, with what we can see, with what's right in front of our own two eyes."

"Yeah, well, it's funny you say that," Dean says, sharing a glance at Y/N.

"Why?" Sam asks.

"Gregory's spirit gave you some pretty good information. That guy in the car was bad news. We barely got there in time."

"What happened?" Sam asks.

"He's dead."

"Did... you?"

"No. But we'll tell you one thing. If... the way he died, if we hadn't seen it with our own two eyes, we never would have believed it. I mean... I don't know what to call it."

"What? Guys, what did you see?"

"Maybe... God's will."

[dontsh0vethesun]

for i have sinned

masterlist

Pairing - priest!wanda maximoff x reader

18+ : dubcon, religious language used in and out of sex, smut; degradation, rough sex and kissing, strap use(r receiving), blood kink, cutting (wanda to r), sacrilegious asf tbh, dom!wanda

A/N - catholic school trauma said i had to write this and also photoshop priest!wanda so that’s an extra little gift

A job at the catholic church was not what you’d originally planned for your summer break from university, waiting tables or serving behind a bar was what you had in mind but this was all you could find. And money is money.

So now you’re finding yourself making copies of fliers for the church, leaning against the wall with the whirring of the printer as background noise. You didn’t necessarily believe in this stuff but putting ‘atheist’ on your application wouldn’t have done you any favours so within the hours of nine and five you’re catholic through and through. 

It was only your first week and it’s already getting boring. The smell of the candles burns your nose and the polish they use on the pews makes you cough but at least you don’t have to sit through services and mass.

“Afternoon, Y/N.” Wanda smiled as she walked in.

“Hi, Wanda.” You returned.

“Mass starts in twenty minutes - all staff are expected to attend. I wasn’t sure if you knew so I thought I’d tell you.” You did not fucking know at all, you’d had enough of sitting through masses during your catholic school days and it took so much effort to hold back the grimace fighting its way to the surface.

“Oh, okay. Thanks for letting me know.”

“No worries. They’re big on Latin here, so I’d brush up on that if I were you.” She added. “I could always help you if you want.”

“That’d be great, thank you.” You smiled as she left with a nod. She’s too sweet for you to turn down, always smiling and softly spoken, going out of her way to help anybody and everybody. Everyone who steps foot in the church knows how nice she is, such gentle innocence and light radiates from her.

You made sure to drink another coffee before the service, you were going to need it if you didn’t want to doze off.

—

The last few weeks have been spent printing flyers, drinking crappy coffee, learning Latin with Wanda whilst trying not to stare at her unimaginable beauty and sitting in on sermons. At least when Wanda gives them you can watch her speak, white clerical collar around her neck, black blouse hanging over her body.

Her hands made gestures with her words, fingers dancing through the air, svelte and adorning a couple of rings. Her voice was soft as her eyes gazed over the crowd and although the lilt to her voice was melodic, you tuned her words out, instead flitting your eyes between her and the stained glass windows beside you.

“For this is the will of god, your sanctification; that you abstain from sexual immorailty; that each one of you know how to control his own body in holiness and honour, not in the passion of lust like the gentiles who do not know god.”

Her words barely registered as you just pulled at a loose thread on your sleeve, eyes mindlessly trailing over her body; up her long legs clothed beneath trousers, boots partly covered by them. 

“But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.”

She could tell you weren’t paying proper attention when she caught sight of you at the back of the church where you sat alone, a bored look plastered over your face. She wasn’t surprised, she sees you fighting back yawns any time you attend a service, she catches you stealing glances at her during your tutoring sessions.

She was aching to do something about it. It goes against her own life, her entire life and vocation she’s built. But she’d be helping though, right? Doing the lord’s work. You were a stain, dirty and sinful, desperately in need of purity. It was her calling to erase the tarnish within your soul.

“But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire.”

She glanced at you and licked her lips, she can’t wait to set you on the right path. Her hand gripped tightly onto the missal stand as she flicked pages, clenching her jaw at your obvious inattention and sending a sickly sweet smile your way when you glanced up. 

—

“Okay, repeat that back to me.” Wanda spoke from beside you, she sat next to you at the table in the break room where she’d been helping you with your Latin, chin resting in the palm of her hand as she watched you.

“Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus.” You returned, returning the radiant smile she gave you. (Outside the Church there is no salvation)

“Good girl.” She knew that would make you nervously clear your throat the way you did and she didn’t even bother hiding the smug smirk that tugged her lips upwards. “Try this one. Nitimur in vetitum.”

You repeated the phrase as best you could, basking in the praise she sent your way. “What does it mean?” You asked her and watched as she inched closer with eyes darker than you’d ever seen them and her hand trailing over your thigh beneath the table. You wanted to move away, you knew this was wrong but you couldn’t ignore the shivers sent through you at her touch.

“We strive for the forbidden.” She returned lowly, plump lips so close to your cheek you could feel the ghost of them pass over your skin and the intrusion of her hand pushing further and further up your thigh.

“Wanda, we can’t do this - you can’t do this.” You rushed out, moving your head back from her.

“Deus vult.” She growled through clenched teeth, a possessive hunger on her features you never imagined she could ever possess as her fingertips harshly dug into your flesh and her lips slammed into yours. You wanted to push her away, you really should push her away but the way her lips moved with yours was better than you could’ve imagined, all the rough possessiveness she could harness. (god wills it)

Her grip was harsh on the back of your neck until she pushed your head away at the sound of approaching footsteps, all of a sudden encompassing that innocent doe eyed facade she always sports when a few colleagues walked in. You lowered your head nervously at the stern glance she addressed you with, perfectly hiding the fact she was so near to just fucking you on the table just moments prior. 

“This will be continued.” She whispered before taking her leave.

—

Wanda was a woman of her word and that’s why you’re now in her bedroom with your back flush against her door as her lips claim yours and her tongue licks into your mouth. The ring on her thumb pressed into the centre of your throat when she held onto your neck, cold against your heated skin. 

The way her lips slotted with yours was desperate with her teeth nipping at your bottom lip, clashing into yours sloppily; it was clear she’d been wanting to do this for a while. Her other hand trailed down your side, creeping beneath your shirt to pinch the bare flesh of your waist. 

She growled breathlessly against your lips, “Hoc est corpus meum.” Her thumb pushed onto the column of your throat and you were sure her thick silver ring was going to leave an impression behind but the thought of being left with any physical reminder of her only made the arousal in your belly grow tenfold. Her hand slid further down until she cupped your cunt through your trousers, feeling your heat as you just yelped in surprise. “Corpus tuum est corpus meum.” Her voice was low and possessive and she claimed your lips as hers again, not caring about the way she pushed your head into the wooden door behind you. (this is my body)(your body is my body)

Wandering fingers grabbed the hem of your shirt before yanking it over your head, drinking in the sight of your body as she tossed it across the room, reaching behind you to rid you of your bra with an immediate sinking of her teeth into your breast. You hissed at the feeling, arching your body into her as her fingertips pulled at your nipple and her tongue licked over your skin.

She pulled open the button of your trousers, forcing them past your hips and only pulling away from you to watch as you stepped out of them and kicked them across the hardwood floor. When she pushed her hips back into yours you felt a bulge against you through the thin material of your underwear and you couldn’t help but rock your hips over it whilst she kissed you. 

“Such a little fucking whore.” She breathed, stepping backwards to unbuckle the belt around her waist, undressing herself so she stood before you with only her shirt and clerical collar on her body and the red strap she’d been waiting to use on you between her legs. You licked your lips at the sight of it, not missing the way Wanda smirked at the flustered look on your face.

It nudged against you when she closed the space between you, holding your chin between her finger and thumb to make your eyes lock with hers. “Genua ante patrem tuum et orate.” She muttered through gritted teeth, pushing you behind her to swap places, nudging your shoulder down until you were on your knees before her. (kneel before your father and pray)

“Forgive me father, for I have sinned.” You closed your eyes as you spoke, head bowed and hands clasped together. You shivered at the feeling of something cold gliding over your shoulder and pushing your head up from beneath your chin, cool metal on your skin when you opened your eyes to Wanda towering over you. She held a silver letter opener against you with her fingers wrapped around the handle, guiding the pointed end down the thin skin of your throat musingly. 

“Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.” You continued with bated breath at her next move, the feeling of the blade moving lower to settle beneath your collarbone. (my fault, my fault, my grievous fault)

“I’m going to make you pure.” Wanda whispered, pushing the sharp metal into your skin. You winced at the two cuts she decorated your flesh with, a cross that will stay on your body as a scar and a reminder of who had been there.

With one hand she pulled your head back by your hair, with the other she swiped her thumb through the pooling blood, the crimson that was slowly but surely dripping down your breast. The bloodied pad of her thumb drew the sign of the cross on your forehead, two overlapping lines of a red smear. She admired the sight of you beneath her, looking up with teary eyes.

“C’mon, take it.” She smiled, pushing the tip of her cock against your lips, roughly pushing it past your parted lips when you slackened your jaw for the intrusion. She fucked into your mouth, not caring about the way it hit the back of your throat roughly and caused tears to spill down your cheeks at the feeling. 

She only pushed your head away once she was satisfied and your lips pulled away with a string of saliva clinging to her length and your face hot and wet with tears and bleary eyes, she only pointed to the bed and you followed her gesture obediently, lying back with your head on her pillows as she climbed over your body. Her gaze was predatory, the stroke of the back of her fingers down the skin of your cheek shocked you but the soft look on her face wasn’t completely honest. Yes, she looked at you admiringly but more as though you were in need of her help, the sacrificial lamb she was saving from slaughter - this was for your own good.

She pushed her lips to yours and caught the yelp you let out into her mouth when she pushed into your dripping cunt without any warning, she eased into you slowly, stretching you out and coating her cock with your arousal before pulling out and thrusting into you again to begin her harsh pace.

She grabbed the hands that clung to her back, linking her fingers with yours and pushing them into the mattress either side of your body whilst she continued to fuck you

“This is for your own good, you know?” She breathed through grunts of her own from her clit rubbing on the strap as she fucked you, growing closer to climax with each snap of her hips into yours. “Dirty sinners like you need to be fucked pure, isn’t that right?”

You couldn’t even answer her, too mesmerised by the sight above you. Her body hovering over yours, fitted shirt still on her body with her collar still fixed around her neck and the crucifix necklace she always wore swinging rhythmically above your face. The silver pendant shone in the light as it swayed. 

“Isn’t that right?” She repeated sternly with her hand now squeezing at your throat and lusting eyes boring into yours.

“Y-yes, yes.” You nodded, cutting yourself off with a moan as Wanda’s pace increased, growing rougher if that was even possible. You could hear her pushing into you, the small thuds of the bed and the shaking of the wooden crucifix on the wall, threatening to fall if she fucked you any harder.

“You belong to me.” She uttered, bringing her lips beside your ear. “I’m your fucking God. Now, be a good little devoted catholic girl and fucking cum all over my dick.”

With the way her voice rasped and her thumb rubbed over your clit, it took practically seconds for you to scream her name, your body hot and shaking as your back arched off the bed and your eyes scrunched closed. Her own orgasm was close behind and you both took a few moments to catch your breaths before she left you empty and discarded her strap across the room. 

She lay beside you where you looked at the ceiling in a daze and musingly dragged her fingertip over the drying blood on your chest.

“I don’t think you’re quite pure yet.”

“I s’pose I need more of this penance then.”