#sam lafferty under the banner of heaven

[miniisunshine]

~𝓣𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓹𝓮𝓽~

Warnings : teacher x student relationship, fem reader, age gap (not mentionned, but still), both consenting adults, slight humiliation, slight dom, inspired by the movie Miller's girl

You were always aware of the power you had on the boys your age, how you would make their heads turn as you entered the room. Almost every girl would have die to have this much attention, but not you. You wanted something else, something more mature.

Not a boy, but a man, someone with history, knowledge and wisdom. A man with long brown hair, round glasses who went by the name Samuel Lafferty, your english teacher. And somehow, you knew he wanted you too.

Being a bright student you quickly peaked Sam's curiosity, leading him to assign extra homework to you; a way to add a little more to your academic portfolio in hope of helping your university's admission application.

M. Lafferty's last assignment was to write a short story in the style of your favorite author, in which you chose Henry Miller: a man whose work was filled with explicit language and sex. A controversial choice, but also a provocative one, which is what you wanted.

You sat patiently in the back of the big auditorium, waiting for your teacher to finish his lesson so you could give him the somehow nasty tale you had wrote the night before. You made sure you looked your best for Sam, not too sexy, but also not too prude, just enough to satisfy his desire.

You fiddled with your papers standing by as the other students left the room. Heart almost beating out of your chest you made your way to his desk where he was focussing on his work, probably correcting some exams.

"Mister Lafferty?"

Samuel jumped from his chair, looking at you while chuckling.

"Ah! So sorry young lady, i forgot we had a meeting after class. So.. Which author did you land on?"

You extended your arm to gave him your assignment as he removed his glasses.

"Henry Miller."

He glanced at you with a confused yet intrigued look.

"Interesting.. I didn't even know kids your age knew about him. Shall i have a look?"

You nodded, smiling shyly as you sat in the chair facing his desk.

Fidgeting with your fingers, you already apprehended what he would say about your story. Sure choosing an author known to write sexual stuff was a peculiar choice, but writting a teacher/student relationship in his style was a complete different situation and that's what you chose to put yourself into.

You watched your teacher carefully reading every words you put on the papers he now had in hands. His body changed as the story evolved.

Samuel's straighten himself up, cleared his throat and looked at you, cheeks redder than usual.

"What were you hoping by making me read this type of work?"

"Im afraid i don't know what you mean M. Lafferty."

His tone hardened

"Stop acting so clueless, we both know what you tried to insuniate with this story and it is wrong, i can't accept that."

"But is it really wrong if both parties really want it sir?"

With that question, his gaze changed from neutral to angry, with a little envy behind his eyes, as he made his way to you, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to stand up

You were shocked, scared, but somehow kinda excited by this burst of brutality, your knees becoming weak.

You kept eye contact with him, trying to understand what was going on behind his as Sam's opened his mouth a couple of times to retort, but in vain nothing came out. He sighed, brushing your arm with his fingers as he slowly made his way to the lower part of your body.

You were heating up, excitement visible in your eyes, while you follow his movements. M. Lafferty then quickly grabbed your cunt with his hand, making you jumped and squeaked from the sudden move. You felt his fingers slowly rubbing your folds still hidden in your pretty panties, revealing the wet mess you were since the beginning of this interaction.

"Just like i thought.. Are you always this wet when you see me?"

You avoided his icy blue gaze, not wanting to face the embarrassing, but true, fact he just discovered.

"I'm afraid so.."

Samuel wasted no time as he made his way into your underwear and introduced one finger in your hole while rubbing circles onto your throbbing clit with his thumb.

Whimpering, you placed your hands on his shoulders, brassing yourself for the wave of pleasure he was putting yourself to.

"Is that what you hoped for?"

You nodded vigorously as you moaned his name into his ear. You didn't care to look if the classroom door was open or if people could hear you, all you care about was the blissfull experience you were now having with the man you dreamed so much of.

He grabbed your chin once more with his free hand, forcing you to look into his eyes as he pleasured you, before colliding his lips onto yours. The kiss was rushed but still passionate. Samuel removed his fingers from your now soaking cunt, leading yours to find his hardened bulge in his pants as he deepened the kiss to hide his own moans.

Feeling the power you had on him, confidence hit you and you pushed your teacher into his desk so you could climb onto his laps. He placed his free hands on your ass, slowly rocking your hips on him as you unbuckled his pants to reveal his throbbing member waiting to be taking care of.

You wrapped your fingers around his length, making his head sway back as he growled from the simple touch you offered him. Having choosen to wear a skirt today, you didn't felt the need to undress yourself, so you pulled your panties to the side and placed your entrance right to his tip, teasing him by grinding on it.

Not being a patient man, Samuel quickly guided you down on him, his rough but soft hand on your waist, making you both moan in unison. Realising the situation you were now in, he put his palm on your mouth, muffling the dirty sounds coming from it as you began to bounce on his dick.

Kneading your ass with his other hand, Samuel burried his face into your chest, whimpering as your picked up your pace. It was hot, really hot, neither of you could comprehend how you ended up in this situation but you both couldn't deny the attraction you felt from one another.

"Lay on my desk"

Commanded your teacher out of breath. You did exactly as he asked, climbing down from dick, whining a little as a void took place in your lower area. Now on your back, this was the perfect position for him to admire your pretty pussy, carressing it slowly with his long fingers.

"P-please.. M. Lafferty.."

You couldn't take this teasing anymore you needed him to fill you up once more. Grinning he inserted himself once more, slamming his length into you. A loud gasp escaped from your lips even if you tried to stay quiet.

Hands on your hips, nails digging in your flesh, Sam kept pounding mercilessly, feeling your wet walls slowly clenching onto him.

"You're gonna cum for me young lady?"

You nodded, replying with a soft cry of pleasure.

"Use your words"

His pace slowed down as his thumb made his way to your engorged pearl, rubbing steady circles on it.

"Y-yyess.."

He chuckled before increasing his speed, making your vision blurry. You could no longer hold back your orgasm as you came undone on his dick, bitting your lips hard, enough to drew blood, to hold back the scream who would have come out.

A few thrusts later, Samuel followed you, filling your cunt with his white hot liquid.

Out of breath, you both looked at each others, contemplating the damage you had done. He helped you cleaned yourself up, as he did the same for him before giving you back your papers.

"Your story was beautifully written, but i still can't accept it for... obvious reasons."

I'm kinda proud of this one!

Also i can't lie anymore, i think Sam has become my favorite character, its a problem!!

Also pt.2 thanks to @kappasbbgirl for the idea

Tell me what yall think! <3

[trashmuth]

rory culkin as samuel lafferty in under the banner of heaven (2022)

[roryrealm]

Omgggg 😩✋🏻

Tag: @starry-eyed-wild-child

[angelsanarchy]

One Shot Series Master Post

Stranger Things: Alone Together - Eddie Munson x OC (X){COMPLETED}

Electrick Children: One Long Weekend - Clyde x Y/N (X) {COMPLETED}

Jack Goes Home: Glass Houses - Jack Thurlow x Y/N (X) {COMPLETED}

Lords of Chaos: Alkaline - R!Euronymous x Y/N (X) {COMPLETED}

5LBS of Pressure: Fever Dreams - Mike x Y/N (X) {WIP}

Welcome to Willits: Tangerine Skies- Possum x Y/N (X) {COMPLETED}

Black Mirror: Righteousness of Man- Kappa x Y/N (X){COMPLETED}

Under the Banner of Heaven: What It Cost- Sam Lafferty x Y/N (X) {COMPLETED}

Materna: Like A Pretty Boy- Gabe x Y/N (X) {WIP}

City on a Hill: Bad Habits- Clay Roach x Y/N (X) {WIP}

[kappasbbgirl]

they would match each others freak

[womenloverlmao]

Sweet Girls (Samuel Lafferty X Reader)

In which reader gets a surprisingly good amount of sleep with a newborn in the household...

WC: 490

You did almost everything around the house, except for the so-called ‘masculine’ labor. This includes your newborn baby girl. Samuel would do some things, holding her, kissing and cuddling her, but rarely changing her and doing the practical stuff. Whenever she cried, his immediate response was to go to you.  

You were a relatively young mom, 21 in comparison to your 30-year-old husband. You were mentally and physically exhausted because while your husband dealt with his 9 to 5, you would take care of the baby. At night he would sleep, and you would take care of the baby. Your husband was not at all heartless, but sometimes you didn’t know how you felt towards him. 

You were confused when you started getting almost full nights of sleep, with a two-month-old baby in the house. It was a miracle unheard of in most families, and you just thought that maybe Ezrie was a good sleeper. 

This was until you heard her crying one night, with your husband not in bed beside you. Her crying was almost immediately quelled; however, you went to the nursery anyway. A familiar voice from inside the room said, “It’s okay, sweet girl… daddy’s here, yeah? I’ve got you…” And some humming to follow. 

You felt like crying, it was impossibly sweet. It was around three in the morning, and he didn’t have to explain it after he put her to bed and left the nursery to find you. No words were needed, the look in your eyes told him how grateful you were to find that he had been the one to deal with her crying in the middle of the night quick enough so she wouldn’t wake you up too. Samuel had always been a light sleeper, it did make sense. 

“I could have gotten her, you know,” you told him. 

“I know, honey,” he responded. “But you’ve been exhausted, sweet girl. And…well, she’s my daughter too. It’s bad enough that one of mine is up all night, why should I let the other do the same?” 

“You have a job, I remind you,” you give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. 

He presses a kiss to your head. “Being a mom to a beautiful girl as crazy as our Ezrie is is a job enough for you. Now, it’s time for both of us to get back to bed. Come on, love.”

“Oh so now I have a bedtime too?” You laugh slightly. He offered a smile in return. 

You both lay down, and you fell asleep quickly. Samuel couldn’t help but look over at you, both his sweet girls asleep while he just couldn’t fathom how amazing it was to be here in this moment with you two. He was so in love with you, and with a little girl who had your eyes. He pressed one kiss to your head before it was off to bed with him as well. 

[startseeingstars]

Maybe It’s Fate - Samuel Lafferty (Under The Banner of Heaven)

{WIP}

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15

A/N - Firstly, I mean no disrespect to Mormons or anyone who may have a religion. I will admit I had to do some research about Mormonism as I am not at all familiar with the practices or beliefs, so I apologise if anything written is inaccurate and I encourage feedback (I love to learn 🖤)

Also, this is absolutely based on Rory’s portrayal of the character, and I mean no disrespect to the families that actually lived through the events that UTBOH is based on.

This story is partially based on the timeline, but there are some differences.

SHOUT OUT TO @starry-eyed-wild-child for collaborating with me in chapter 6 💕 so much love!!

T/W - religion, smut, mentions of murd3r/violence. You’ve been warned here!

[lowlifesymptoms]

brotherly love

[ithinkitstimetonap]

Mike n Sam !! <3

(sam’s is genuinely so all over the place i kept getting different ideas 😖😖)

((also i started making tyler’s today bc i finished the expecting 🫦))

[mechanical-orange]

Sam Worthington as Ron Lafferty

Under the Banner of Heaven (2022) | 1.05 One Mighty and Strong

[miniisunshine]

🖤𝕽𝖔𝖗𝖞'𝖘 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝕾𝖑𝖎𝖕𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖘❤️

I've decided to combine both of my hyperfixations together! I loved doing this and i thought about doing 5sos or Avenged Sevenfold next, what do you think?

[sigmabateman]

i need to speak to the casting director for under the banner of heaven because rory culkin as sam lafferty is fucking AMAZING. the first 2 episodes he was good, an appropriate level of creepy but not really imposing that lended itself well to the role at that point, but when episode 3 rolls around and you see him in present day??? my jaw was DROPPED. im only at 50% completionism so maybe im missing something major but ive never EVER seen him act like that. i didn't know he could. it was hilarious and so fucking creepy and just like. im speechless even thinking about it now. cause his most well known roles especially among new fans are all the really reserved and melancholy ones like scream 4, lymelife, gabriel, even lords of chaos if im honest so to see him with such intensity was so fucking crazy. and one of the things i love about him is how much depth he's able to bring to a character, like he has such a great range and it really tangibly adds dimension, and it is SO. EVIDENT. IN SAM LAFFERTY like ok minor spoilers so he's brought in for questioning and the whoooole time he's yelling about righteousness and fundamentalism and blood atonement and he's loud, he's so loud, louder than ive ever heard him and his voice is so deep but there's this moment.. where he goes quiet.. and his face visibly softens and his voice goes back to that little whimper it usually is... and it's like oh thats sam hes their little brother. thats literally sam and it is SO CRAZY..... the DEPTH of his performance!!!! he couldve played it straight weirdo lord knows he looked the part but he didnt! and so i need to talk to the casting director because the fact they picked up on his ability to do that and gave him the opportunity to use it to enhance a blunt character with nuance rather than imbue a bland character with depth like he normall does is GENIUS MOVES!!!!!!

[roryrealm]

Confess to your sins

Parings: DomSamuel Lafferty X SubReader

Warnings: Orgasm Denial, unprotected sex, Sir kink, cock warming, breeding kink, AFAB reader, praising

Here you are laying in the arms of your husband, legs spread rubbing his hands over your thighs “come on Angel read this one” he points to a paragraph on a page of his copy of ‘The Book Of Mormon’ you don’t respond melting into the touch of Sam “I said read the next one Angel” he lightly slaps your thigh “I…I’m sorry Sir…And it came to pass that Alma, who had been the chief judge over the land, did not judge them; for he had given up the judgment-seat to Nephihah, and had confined himself wholly to the high priesthood of the holy order of God, to the testimony of the word, according to the spirit of revelation and prophecy." Alma 4:20” Sam kisses your neck

“Good girl good girl, read that part one more time for me” he pushes your white lace panties to the side ghosting his fingers over your clit “And it came to pass that Alma, who had been the chief judge over the land, did not judge them; for he had given up the judgment-seat to Nephihah, and had confined himself wholly to the high priesthood of the holy order of God, to the testimony of the word, according to the spirit of revelation and prophecy. Alma 4:20” he smirks “see there you go babydoll, you can listen. Now can you tell me what that means because it seems like you don’t know what it means” you stare back at him with a blank expression “it m-means uhh…”

Sam starts rubbing his long slender fingers over your clit not missing a spot “mhm I’m listening babydoll” rubbing faster and faster, slight moans spilling from your lips..he stops and removes his fingers, you whine at the loss of contact “I asked you a question Angel, explain to me what Alma 4:20 is about and what it means” you swallow deeply “it was when Alma stepped down to dedicate himself to all the responsibilities of the High Priest, it showed the importance of the religious duties he had placed. It was an example of faith and devotion” Sam cocks a brow at you “and? What is it trying to show you sweetness?” “T-the serious consequences one can face when speaking out against the p-priesthood and the doctrines of Christ” he kissed your forehead, and started rubbing your clit at a fast pace “Good job Angel, you did so good. Keep reading, how about…hmm this one” moans falling out of your mouth as Sam flips through the pages of the book finding a quote for you to read

“C-counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will d-direct th-oh my goodness” your words are cut short of Sam plunging 2 fingers deep inside you “what was that beautiful?” Your eyes shooting back to the book “Counsel with the Lord in all thy doings, and he will direct thee for good.”—Alma 37:37” his fingers picking up the pace “and what does that one mean?” You lick your lips trying to form a real sentence “Seeking guidance from the lord in everything you do” his opposite hand coming up to run against your matching white lace bra “my girl is doing so so good, you deserve a break” he grabs the book, placing the bookmark inside, shutting it and placing it next to him on the bed.

“Sir please touch me please” throwing your head back against his shoulder “What do you mean, I am touching you babydoll” his fingers hitting that spongy spot deep inside you perfectly, moans leaving you left and right “aww are you close Angel?” You nod, grabbing ahold of his shirt “Sir” bringing you so close to that sweet release he suddenly removes his fingers from inside you “Not right now babygirl, you don’t deserve to cum. You went against our priesthood, why should you get to cum?” You whine is protest against your husband “Whining isn’t going to get you anything sweetness, it’s going to get you into more and more trouble” he kisses along your neck, grabbing the book and placing it into your hands “Next page” you open to the next page “this one” he points to the now 8th quote of the night “And he had gone about among the people, crying out against the people, saying that they should not believe in the traditions of their fathers, and that there is no God; yea, and teaching many things which were flattering unto the people; and this he did that he might overthrow the doctrine of Christ." - Alma 30:31” looking back at him for a response “Why are you looking at me? Look at the book. You know what’s next” his hands go to undo his belt “I-it was when Korihor was urging people to go against their traditions, and to deny god. He was trying to undermine the doctrine of Christ and deceive people” you look back at him waiting for his approval “good job Angel, now sit”

You lift your hips off the bed Scooting back to sink down onto his length “oh babydoll, that’s it..” he whispers into your ear, you start to move up and down, he grabs your hips bringing you to a halt “I never said you could move, remember this is a punishment sweetheart. Stay still” you roll your eyes “please please please, I’m sorry sir please” he laughs lowly “what did I just say? Read.” You pick the book back up turning the page “that one there” he point to yet another quote “And he had gone about among the people, preaching to them that which he termed to be the word of God, bearing down against the church. Alma 1:3, it’s about a person claiming what he said was the word of god, but what he was saying went against the established church” he rubbed your side “there you go babydoll you’re getting the hang of it” you clench down on him causing him to hiss “Stop moving.”

“Im sorry Sir” you turn the page finding a quote on your own “But it is by the prayers of the righteous that ye are spared; now therefore, if ye will cast out the righteous from among you then will not the Lord stay his hand. Alma 10:23, means that the people are being spared from God's wrath because of the prayers of the righteous among them. If they were to cast out the righteous individuals, then God would no longer hold back his punishment.” You look back at him for approval “There you go darling, doing it all by yourself. My sweet innocent good girl” he presses a kiss to the back of your neck “Goodness you look so pretty my sweet angel” he grabs your hips lifting you up slightly to bring you back down harshly. A moan ripping through your throat “Shh shh not to loud beautiful” he repeats his movements again and again “Oh my goodness Angel…you feel amazing, feel good?” You nod your head fast “words darling” you grab his shirt “Yes yes sir…yes” your eyes rolling back at the intense pleasure “Good Girl”

“You look so so pretty babydoll, all pretty dressed up for me in your white lace panties.” He toys with the waistband of your panties “Sir..” “hold it” he says with his stern southern accent “I..I can’t” “you can, and you’re going to” tears forming in your eyes, you try your hardest to hold it as long as possible “Sir please..I can’t hold it longer” he shakes his head “I already told you to hold it, you can do it sweetness come on” he grabs the book from you placing it back on the nightstand, he places a hand on your stomach “God seeing you all pretty and pregnant for me, waiting for me to come home. How does that sound Angel? You like that?” You nod “Yes..yes sir please” your clench growing tighter and tighter against him

“Yeah? You like that?” Low groans coming from Sam as he rubs your stomach softly, coming so close to that sweet release “Please” he picks up his pace “Go ahead darling, cum for me” that was all you needed to hear, throwing your head back, your back arching off of his chest, cries falling off your lips and you finally get the release you’ve been needing “Thats it babydoll, Good…girl” Sam thrusts with each work, releasing his cum inside you “Good Job Angel, good job” he kisses your cheek, rubbing your head “Come on lay down” he lays you down on the bed, grabbing a glass of water he had prepared before hand “Drink this sweetheart” he holds you in his arms as you try to catch your breath “You’re so good to me beautiful, so so good” you wrap your arms around him laying onto his chest “are you okay my love?” You nod “yeah im okay, I’m sorry for speaking against the-“ he interrupted you “Shh it’s okay, just don’t do it again okay? Just go to sleep” you nod “okay” he runs his fingers through your hair as you slowly start to drift asleep, he kissed your forehead “I love you my sweet angel”

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I wrote this for @starry-eyed-wild-child 😍 here is your story pookie! Requests are open if anyone wants to request anything!!

[angelsanarchy]

What It Cost: Samuel Lafferty x Y/N Mini Series PRT 05

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Thing's have changed a bit in the Lafferty family since their father took ill. The boys had really stepped up and started trying to incorporate a few different things into the day to day which most were on board with but not all. Dan seemed to convince them that he was speaking directly with the lord and he would be able to carry them all into the new world order. One in which there were no taxes or justice system. One where they could all have many wives and continue to grow their family name to spread across state lines.

Y/n just tried to keep her head down and stay out of the way as tensions started to grow between. Brenda was the newest addition to the family and had seemed to be butting heads already with the others. She was a topic of conversation most nights between the wives. Y/n made sure to keep her mouth shut and play Switzerland as long as possible to avoid upsetting anyone.

When the phone rang, she knew it was Samuel summoning Sara for a task because that was the system they had worked out. Sara had felt faint all morning and Y/n insisted she lie down for a while so she could care for the kids and the house. Y/n grabbed a tray of drinks and snacks and carried it down the steps to where they were all working intently on pamphlets that they planned to distribute among the community.

"Where is Sara?" Samuel spoke up confused to see Y/n coming down the steps.

"She's not feeling well today. I told her she should lie down for a bit and rest." Y/n explained. She smiled at his brother Robin as he took the glass of lemonade gratefully.

"So you think you can give her permission to rest?" Samuel's words made Y/n pause.

"No, I merely suggested-"

"You don't get to make suggestions. If she wants to take a nap in the middle of the day then she must ask my permissions. There are far too many things she could be doing instead of lazing about in bed." Samuel scolded. Y/n was surprised by his tone. She hadn't seen this side of him often and on the rare occasion that she did, she had never been on the receiving end of it.

"She is ill, Samuel." Y/n tried again to explain but he clenched his jaw.

"Did you happen to get your medical license while washing dishes and I just wasn't aware?" Samuel asked crossing his arms over his chest and some of the others chuckled. Y/n shook her head and grabbed the empty tray from the table to take back upstairs. She remained silent as she started to clean the tray off and when she felt a hand on her hip she batted it away.

"It's just me." Samuel said quietly.

"Yes I know it's you. I'm busy." Y/n didn't look at him when she said it and he took the tray from her hands and pulled her by the elbow to the bathroom before closing the door behind himself.

"What's gotten into you?" Samuel asked with genuine curiosity. Y/n looked at him like he was oblivious.

"I don't appreciate being scolded for no reason in front of your family and I certainly don't appreciate you disregarding Sara's health. She's your wife, the mother of your children and a very good friend of mine. I was merely trying to help-" Samuel put his hands on her arms.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken my stress out on you. You are right to be upset about my disregard for Sara. How is she?" He asked rubbing up and down her arms. He could tell she was slowly coming back around just by his touch.

"She's nauseated and exhausted. She could be pregnant or just ate something that didn't agree with her." Y/n said keeping her eyes on the floor.

"Pregnant...well wouldn't that be a true blessing." Samuel tucked some of her hair behind her ear and she finally looked at him.

"Next time you want to make fun of me, I'd prefer it not be with such a crowd." She muttered.

"Can I make it up to you? I'm so incredibly sorry for being so rude to you. Please let me show you how sorry I am." Samuel sunk to his knees slowly in front of her, making sure to keep his eyes locked on hers.

"Samuel..." Y/n was ready to protest until he took the waist of her skirt and slide it to her ankles. Her white cotton undies were damp as he buried his face between her legs, taking in her scent. Y/n closed her eyes as she gripped the back of his head, using his ponytail as a handle when he carefully pulled her panties down.

"What if one of your brothers comes looking-" Samuel put his arm under Y/n's legs and brought both of her knees to either side of his head so her legs could rest over his shoulders as he started eating her out. Y/n bit her lip so hard, she tasted the tang of blood in her mouth.

"S-Samuel." Her moan came out in a whisper as he shook his head between her folds, licking and sucking while maintain his eyes on her.

"Oh-fff." Y/n almost let her pleasure get the better of her but Samuel's head picked up.

"Say it. Let me hear your sins sweetheart." Samuel licked a long strip from the bottom of her cunt to the top of her clit and Y/n gripped his ponytail once again.

"Fuck...oh fuck. Please don't stop." She pushed her hips into his face and he went back to torturing her clit and probing his tongue into her pussy until he could taste her release and feel the squeeze of her knees around his head. She cried out a whimper as he continued to tease her swollen clit even after he knew she had reached her release, legs jumping with each pass.

"You taste heavenly." He took one last lick before carefully placing her legs back onto the bathroom tile, letting her get her bearings before get back to his feet. He helped her slip back into her panties, making sure to pat the wet spot with his fingertips.

"Do you forgive me?" He asked putting his hands on her hips, watching her in the mirror as she held onto the sink to collect herself. She looked at his reflection and smiled.

"On one condition." She smirked making Samuel chuckle.

"And what condition is that?" She turned around and looked at him, his hair out of place from how aggressively she pulled on it and the shine of his lips from collecting her juices.

"I want a kiss." She said sweetly making Samuel's chest warm. Something so innocent as a kiss following what he had just done to her reminded him how completely precious she was. He stepped closer to her, putting his hands on her face as he brought her lips to his. She rested her hands atop his and kissed him back with such passion, Samuel almost forgot where he was for a moment.

"Hey Sam! You gonna eat this sandwich or what?" He heard Dan yell from the other side of the door and Samuel pulled out of the kiss to stare at Y/n.

"I already ate. Go for it." He said with a grin. Y/n shook her head at him and playfully slapped his chest. Samuel couldn't put his finger on it but something about kissing Y/n made him feel like he was having an outer body experience. It made him feel renewed, like God's light was shining directly through his chest. Being with her made him feel reborn.

[topherfoxtrot]

Under the Banner of Heaven 1x06

[startseeingstars]

Maybe It’s Fate - Samuel Lafferty (UTBOH)

CH01

The thrift store wasn’t much to look at—faded posters on the walls, shelves sagging under the weight of secondhand knick-knacks, and that faint smell of old books and mothballs. You stood behind the counter, folding a pile of sweaters someone had carelessly left in a heap. Your hands worked on autopilot, but your mind was somewhere else, drifting through thoughts you didn’t want to face.

Three months sober. It was supposed to feel like an achievement, but it didn’t. It felt like a tightrope walk, one shaky step at a time, over a drop that always seemed closer than it should be. The mornings were the hardest—quiet and empty, leaving too much space for the past to creep in.

The bell above the door jingled, snapping you back to the present. A young woman stepped in, brushing a strand of dark brown hair away from her face as she glanced around. She had an easy smile, the kind that felt out of place in this town, and a lightness to her movements like she carried her own sunshine.

“Hi!” she said brightly, stepping up to the counter. “Do you have any picture frames? I just moved into a little apartment, and I need something for my walls. Blank ones give me the creeps.”

You gestured vaguely toward the back of the store. “There’s a shelf near the mirrors.”

“Thanks!” she said, flashing you another smile before heading off.

You tried to focus on the sweaters again, but your attention kept drifting back to her. She moved through the aisles with an energy that felt… different. Like she hadn’t been worn down by this place yet.

When she came back, she was holding a small wooden frame and a secondhand coffee mug with “World’s Best Dad” printed on the side.

“This is cute,” she said, holding up the mug. “Not exactly what I was looking for, but this sort’s my Dad’s Christmas present early.”

You managed a faint smile and rang up her items. “That’ll be three dollars.”

She handed over a five, then leaned on the counter like she had nowhere else to be. “I’m Brenda, by the way,” she said. “Just moved here for school—broadcast journalism major. I’m going to be a TV presenter someday.”

Her confidence caught you off guard, but you had to admit you admired it. “That’s cool,” you said, not sure what else to say.

“And you are…?” she prompted gently, tilting her head as she waited.

“Nora,” you said quietly.

“Nice to meet you, Nora.” Brenda studied you for a moment, her smile softening. “You okay? You seem… I don’t know, like you’ve had a rough morning.”

You hesitated, unsure how to respond. Most people didn’t ask. “I’m fine,” you said finally, but the words sounded hollow.

She didn’t push, just nodded like she understood more than you’d said. “You know,” she said thoughtfully, “there’s this little church down the street. I went last week to check it out. It’s not big or fancy, but the people are nice. You should come with me tomorrow.”

“Church?” you repeated, the word catching in your throat.

“Yeah,” she said, her voice light but sincere. “I mean, no pressure, but sometimes it’s nice to be around people who care. And they have free donuts.” She grinned, her brown eyes sparkling with humor.

You stared at her, unsure whether to laugh or scoff. Church wasn’t something you’d ever thought about—not with your parents, not with everything you’d been through. But Brenda’s warmth felt real, not forced or fake.

“I don’t know,” you said finally.

“That’s okay,” she said easily, like your answer didn’t matter to her one way or the other. “If you change your mind, it’s the little white building on Main Street. Ten o’clock.”

She picked up her items, gave you a quick wave, and disappeared out the door, leaving the store quieter than before.

You stood there for a long moment, her words echoing in your head. Church. People who care.

Maybe it was worth a try.

xxx

You arrived at the church fifteen minutes early, the crisp morning air biting at your cheeks as you hesitated at the entrance. The little white building wasn’t imposing, but it had an unfamiliar energy that made your stomach twist. You could already feel the weight of curious eyes on you as people passed by, their glances quick but noticeable. It wasn’t hard to see why—you weren’t from this world, and it showed in the way your hands fidgeted with the hem of your sweater.

The door creaked as you stepped inside. The space was modest but warm, with rows of wooden pews stretching toward a small stand at the front. Natural light poured through the windows, casting soft patterns on the carpeted floor. A few people murmured greetings to one another as they found their seats, but no one approached you.

And then, out of the corner of your eye, you noticed him.

He was sitting near the middle of the room, a few pews ahead of where you stood awkwardly by the door. His dark hair caught the sunlight, and his posture was casual, but there was something about him that held your attention. When he glanced up and met your gaze, your heart skipped a beat. His face was open and kind, with a faint smile that reached his pale blue eyes.

You smiled back—just a small, nervous gesture—and quickly looked away, heat rising to your cheeks.

Before you could think too much about it, you heard a familiar voice behind you. “Nora!”

You turned to see Brenda, her face lighting up as she waved. She was dressed simply, but her warm energy made her stand out in the room.

She pulled you into a quick hug. “I’m so glad you came!”

You smiled at her, feeling a bit more at ease now that you weren’t alone. “Well, you did promise free donuts,” you said, your voice light with a teasing edge.

Brenda laughed. “And I don’t make promises I can’t keep. Come on, let’s grab a seat.”

She led you toward the pews, choosing one near the back. The two of you settled in, and Brenda handed you a hymnbook from a small pocket in the pew ahead. “We’ll start with a hymn,” she whispered, “then some prayers and talks. It’s pretty straightforward.”

The service began with a soft hum of organ music, and the congregation rose to sing. The hymn was unfamiliar, but the melody was simple enough to follow. You glanced at the words in the book, trying to keep up. Around you, the voices of the congregation blended in a soft, harmonic swell, filling the room with an unexpected serenity.

As the song ended and everyone sat back down, a man from the congregation stood at the front and began to speak. His tone was calm and sincere, his words about faith and family woven with personal anecdotes.

You tried to focus, but your gaze wandered. When you glanced toward the middle pews, you caught sight of him again—the cute brunette from earlier. He was sitting with who you assumed was his family, but his attention wasn’t on the speaker.

It was on you.

Your eyes met, and his lips curved into that same gentle smile from earlier. There was something disarming about it, as though he wasn’t just smiling at you but inviting you into his world, even if only for a moment.

You felt a blush creep up your neck as you smiled back, quickly looking down at the hymnbook in your lap. Brenda leaned over, noticing your sudden shift in focus. “You okay?” she whispered.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice a little too quick. “Just… taking it all in.”

She smiled knowingly and turned her attention back to the speaker.

The rest of the service passed in a blur of prayers, talks, and hymns, but you couldn’t shake the memory of his eyes meeting yours, his quiet smile lingering in your mind long after the congregation rose for the final hymn.

The congregation dispersed slowly, people lingering in small groups to chat as they made their way toward the refreshment table. You hesitated at the edge of the crowd, eyeing the platter of donuts on the far end of the table. Brenda had been right—there were free donuts, but getting to them required maneuvering through a sea of unfamiliar faces.

You took a breath and made your way over, weaving through the clusters of people until you finally reached the table. Just as you reached for a powdered donut, a voice interrupted your thoughts.

“Hi.”

You turned, startled, and found yourself looking up into the same pale blue eyes from the service. Up close, the young man was even more striking—his dark hair slightly tousled, his features sharp yet softened by an easy smile.

“Hi,” you replied, your voice unintentionally quiet.

“I’m Samuel Lafferty,” he said, holding out a hand. “You can call me Sam, though. I saw you during the service. First time here, right?”

You nodded, shaking his hand briefly. “Yeah. I’m Nora.”

“Nora,” he repeated, like he was trying out the sound of your name. His smile deepened. “Nice to meet you.”

You felt a flicker of warmth at his sincerity. “Nice to meet you, too.”

Sam leaned casually against the table, his posture relaxed but attentive. “So, what brought you here? Just curious?”

“Something like that,” you said, glancing down at the donut in your hand. “I’m not really religious, but Brenda invited me. She said it might be… nice.”

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “Brenda seems like the type to make anyone feel welcome.”

“She is,” you agreed. “She’s the reason I’m here instead of sleeping in.”

Sam chuckled, a soft, pleasant sound that made you smile despite yourself. “Well, I’m glad you came.”

Before you could respond, Brenda appeared beside you, her face lighting up as she returned from the bathroom. “Oh, hey, Sam!” she said, clearly recognizing him. “Did you introduce yourself to Nora?”

“I did,” Sam said, glancing at you with that same warm smile.

Brenda was about to say something else when another voice joined the conversation. “Brenda, right?”

You looked over to see another young man approaching—a bit taller than Sam, blond-haired, broad-shouldered, and undeniably handsome. His presence had an immediate effect on Brenda, who seemed to stand a little straighter as she met his gaze.

“Yes, that’s me,” she said, her voice taking on a slightly more vibrant tone.

“I’m Allen,” he said, his smile polite but unmistakably intrigued. “I don’t think we’ve met.”

They started talking, their conversation quickly becoming animated as they stepped slightly to the side, leaving you and Sam standing by the table.

Sam watched them for a moment before turning back to you. “Looks like they hit it off,” he said with a small laugh.

“Yeah,” you agreed, watching Brenda laugh at something Allen said. “She’s good at that.”

Sam tilted his head slightly, studying you. “What about you?”

“What about me?” You laughed softly, a little nervous by the question. You weren’t used to anyone asking, let alone seeming genuinely interested.

He smiled again, softer this time. “What do you do?”

“Oh,” you said, caught off guard by the question. “I volunteer at the thrift store down the street.”

“The one on Main?”

You nodded.

“I know the place,” he said, his tone genuinely interested. “My family’s donated a few things there over the years.”

“Small world,” you said, taking a bite of your donut to keep yourself from saying anything else awkward.

Sam didn’t seem to mind the pause. He just stood there, his presence calm and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world to talk to you. And for the first time in a long while, you felt a little less alone.

Sam’s father called his name from across the room, his deep voice cutting through the low hum of conversation. You glanced over to see a tall, stern-looking man with silver hair and an authoritative presence. His gaze shifted briefly to you, his expression unreadable but sharp enough to make you feel self-conscious.

Sam straightened, his easy smile faltering slightly. “That’s my dad,” he said with a small, apologetic shrug. “I should probably go.”

“Of course,” you said quickly, trying not to sound disappointed.

He hesitated for a moment, like he wanted to say more, but instead, he smiled again—a little softer this time. “It was nice meeting you, Nora. Maybe I’ll see you around.”

“Yeah,” you said, offering a small wave as he turned and walked away.

His father’s eyes lingered on you for a beat longer, his forced smile not quite reaching his eyes. You felt a chill under the weight of his gaze, but you managed a polite nod before turning your attention to the refreshment table.

A moment later, Allen rejoined the group near Sam’s father. Brenda returned to your side, her cheeks slightly flushed and her energy buzzing.

“Looks like someone’s enjoying herself,” you said, raising an eyebrow.

Brenda grinned, clearly unbothered by your teasing. “Is it that obvious?”

You smirked. “Just a little.”

She glanced back toward Allen, who was now deep in conversation with Sam’s father and another man. “I didn’t expect to meet someone like him here,” she admitted, her voice softer now. “He’s… different.”

“Different how?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“I don’t know yet,” she said, her smile taking on a more thoughtful edge. “But I want to find out.”

The two of you lingered for a while longer, chatting as the room slowly emptied out. When it was finally time to leave, Brenda walked with you to the parking lot, her enthusiasm about Allen carrying the conversation. You nodded along, but your thoughts kept drifting back to Sam—his warm smile, the way his eyes seemed to hold yours just a little longer than necessary.

That night, back at your small apartment, you couldn’t shake the curiosity gnawing at you. Brenda had lent you a copy of the Bible earlier, assuring you it was “a good place to start” if you wanted to learn more. You’d taken it mostly out of politeness, but now, you found yourself flipping through its thin, crinkled pages.

You skimmed passages, the unfamiliar language making your head spin, but a part of you felt compelled to keep reading. What was it about this world—about these people—that felt so different, yet so strangely intriguing?

As you set the Bible down on your nightstand, your mind wandered back to Sam. You could still see the softness in his smile, hear the gentle way he’d asked about you. It was a kindness you weren’t used to, and it left a warmth in your chest that you couldn’t quite explain.

You fell asleep wondering what the next Sunday might bring.