#priest!dream

[altaneenarts]

Chapter 3 snippet 🩸 for @wolflyndraws and I’s collab :)

Also, I realized that I never clarified lol but the au is still in the works. Me and wolfy decided we’d like to wait until the fic is finished before we start posting it. As for the estimated length, I’d put it at 50k+ words rn. Even tho it’ll take longer to write, you guys will get a much more thorough story and juicier scenes hehe. Good things come to those who wait.

If anyone has any questions about the au, feel free to ask us :D we love to chat about it! 💙

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[whimsyvixen]

Praise the one who left you broken down and paralyzed

[sweetlullabyebye]

Oswald is the original dream girl wdym he showed up in at least FOUR PEOPLE'S dreams. Like that's so wild imagine you're falling asleep and Mr. Mayor Mob Boss is just hanging out in there

[apollos-boyfriend]

HUGE fan of when leah and mikhail’s veils are drawn in such a way that they look like cat ears. 10/10 more of this please

[jayjay-thejet-plane]

POV: you were curious as to why father simmons and father frehley’s car was still parked in front of your house after the wake and went to investigate

[altaneenarts]

🩸 Hamartophobia (vampire/priest AU) snippet

Another preview of me and @wolflyndraws collab :))

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George sees his fear, a light sparking in his retinas at the recognition. “You promised me blood, priest,” the creature states with hungry eyes. Dream swallows, his grip tightening around the pen in his hand. Indeed he had, and every nerve in his body is telling him it was a mistake.

“I did,” Dream responds tightly. The vampire skulks closer and Dream instinctively pulls back. George stops, eyes roving again.

George blinks calmly, watching the sweat drip from his neck. “I swear on my life that you will live.”

Dream clutches his book closer to his chest. “I don’t believe you.” He sounds small.

George huffs, “Then why did you agree to this? You think I haven’t also risked my life coming here—more so than you, actually.”

“I…” His heart is thudding in his chest.

The vampire raises his hand, slowly, like a stranger to a stray. “The bite on your neck. It’s healed well.” Dream automatically covers the scarring skin protectively. “I will be clean. I will be gentle this time.” His voice grows quiet, placid, and it’s so different from what Dream knew. “Give me your arm,” he says softly, palm raised. The curve of his nails and fingers look angelic in the moon’s glow, a lovely distraction from the death they could bring. “Put the book down, Dream. It will be alright.” Dream watches red among the white marble of stone and somehow believes him. It felt so wrong to be soothed by such a vile tongue.

But vampires were born to be charming. They were born to lie. This was a ruse and it was the risk Dream was willing to take.

“Okay,” he forces out. The priest lays the book on the floor and quietly rolls up the sleeve of his left arm. George holds his palm up further, not reaching but waiting. Dream takes a deep breath, fingers trembling, and rests his arm in the vampire’s hold.

George visibly deflates, shoulders relaxing as he carefully moves further forward, his other hand sliding to rest atop Dream’s forearm. Dream shivers at the cold touch.

“Relax, father.” The creature’s breath skims his skin. “You’re too good to waste.” Dream holds his breath. George lowers down to his arm, gripping firmly with both hands. “This may sting.” His mouth opens, pink lips framing white teeth and sinks down.

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[rainystressed247]

I have eggpire brainrot and decided that having necromancer in your team makes him a good priest. You know, with life and death and whatsnot 🫣

The egg provides all.

[whimsyvixen]

I had another decadent and fucked up dream the other night. One where there was an incubus attached to a priest like a parasite, infecting and torturing his mind with depictions of sex every time he caught sight of me. He whispered to him how a lamb like me desired to be corrupted, able to read my hidden thoughts as I stared up at him shyly, not knowing the inner turmoil rampaging him at this moment.

The sexual tension eventually became too much. Long story short, we were inside his car, my back was to his chest and he was groping my breasts while I grinded my ass back against the bulge in his pants. He grabbed my neck and turned my head to shove his tongue inside my mouth, muffling my little moans and groaning at how easily I gave in to him. Then I woke the fuck up.

[canisalbus]

Trying to imagine if the Pope in Machette's universe is, like, a Pomeranian, and thus shrinks down to a fraction of his original size when wet. Like it rains and everyone is like 'oh, Your Holiness. Oh no'

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[voukkake]

Priest AU

I didn't notice at first but this looks like a cheap gay p0rn movie front page of the 90's

[one-time-i-dreamt]

My priest father and I were at a convent to investigate the death of a nun, which for some reason was killed in a room filled with blue flowers.

The prioress offered us the best tasting apple pie I’ve ever had in a dream.

[emichevy]

So I had a dream last night where Noir was fighting the fucking Annabelle demon??

Please do not ask questions I don’t have answers

[outofrealms]

The "Priest"

The room was dimly lit, with candles flickering in the corners casting shadows that danced along the walls. I didn’t know how I had gotten here, and yet, here I was, standing in line with a crowd of people who knelt in awe before a man draped in a dark, flowing robe. He stood at the center of the gathering, towering over us like a king addressing his subjects. His presence commanded reverence—there was something unsettling about him, something otherworldly.

The air was heavy with silence, save for the whispers of prayers and the murmured chants of the others. They called him "The Priest." But he was more than that; he was their leader, their god. I watched as each person, one by one, approached him with bowed heads, receiving his blessing, his command, his…..mission.

I didn’t know why I was here. Everyone else seemed to have a purpose, an understanding of what was expected. But me? I felt like an outsider, a stranger to this eerie ritual. The man in front of me, an older guy with hunched shoulders, moved forward to kneel before the Priest. I could feel the presence of a girl behind me, her breath uneven, as if she was nervous too. I wanted to turn around, to ask her if she knew what was going on, but something stopped me. The atmosphere, the oppressive stillness—everything about this place told me to keep quiet and follow.

The line moved forward slowly, and soon it was my turn. I found myself standing before the Priest, his piercing eyes boring into mine as if he could see right through me. I felt my knees weaken, almost buckling under the weight of his gaze.

He raised his hand, and for a moment, I wondered if I was supposed to kneel like the others. But before I could move, he spoke, his voice low and serpentine, "Your mission."

I blinked, not understanding. Mission? What mission?

"Wait," I blurted out, the words escaping before I could stop myself. "What... what am I supposed to do? Is the mission easy?"

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, their heads snapping in my direction as if I had just committed the gravest sin. No one dared to speak in the presence of the Priest, and now I had broken that unspoken rule.

For a long, tense moment, the Priest said nothing. The silence was deafening, and I could feel the weight of a hundred eyes on me, waiting for the inevitable punishment. But then, to my surprise, the Priest smiled—or rather, something that resembled a smile. His lips twisted into a smirk, and his voice, like a hiss of amusement, filled the space.

"Easy," he said, his eyes gleaming with an unnatural light. "Like reading a book, organizing things, and sleeping."

The words made no sense. I glanced around at the others, hoping for some kind of explanation, but no one met my gaze. They were all too focused on the Priest, as if hanging on his every word. What kind of mission was this?

Before I could ask again, the Priest extended his hand toward the lake that stretched out behind him. Its surface was dark and still, reflecting the flickering lights around us. Without another word, he gestured for me to move toward it. The man who had been in front of me was already wading into the water, disappearing into the inky depths as though being swallowed by the lake itself. The girl behind me took a sharp breath, and I could feel her trembling.

It wasn’t just a lake. I could sense it now, something lurking beneath the surface, something ancient and hungry. And that’s when it hit me—the Priest, this place, all these people—they weren’t human. The air around him crackled with a demonic energy, a malevolent force that seemed to pull at my very soul. This was no Priest. He was a demon, and these people, they weren’t worshippers—they were his followers, bound to him by some dark, unseen power.

And now I was one of them.

The others began their descent into the water, one by one, vanishing beneath its surface. My heart pounded as I stepped closer to the edge, the water cold and foreboding. I still didn’t know what my mission was or how I had ended up in this nightmare. But the Priest’s voice echoed in my mind, taunting me.

"Easy, like reading a book... organizing things... and sleeping."

As I took my first step into the lake, the chill wrapped around me, and I knew that whatever was waiting beneath the water would be far more terrifying than anything I had ever imagined.

[dwinchesterspie1967]

Watching Priest again to get my daily dose of Black Hat in before bedtime. Karl in this was 🥵🤌🏼 MMMMMMMM

BLACK HAT NEEDED MORE SCREEN TIME THIS WASN’T FAIR 😭

I desperately need to see this man as another badass vampire P L E A S E—I BEG—happily sell my soul for it