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itsthestutterforme · 1 year ago

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A Night in Charlotte 2/3 (Rafe Cameron x black!reader)

Summary: After that night in Charlotte, you start to adjust to life in OBX

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, this will be a three part series, requests are open for OBX, Rafe being an absolute simp for reader, implied sex

The thought of you had been rattling around in Rafe’s head since he left Charlotte. The morning after, he found himself admiring your sleeping form. He’d never met anyone who slept so pretty. And what kind of man would he be if he didn’t admire such beauty by giving you some morning head.

You didn’t know what to do with yourself when you looked down to meet his deep gaze, his perfect lips suctioning your clit until your back was arching off the bed. He was all over you and you loved every second of it. Loved it a little too much. You had to remind yourself that it was just sex and you would probably never see him again.

You waited until he hopped into the shower to leave as quietly as possible. You grabbed some of the included breakfast his hotel offered before calling a taxi to bring you back to the hotel room.

Later that day Bobby picked you up, apologizing to you nearly to entire ride back to OBX. You tugged at the itchiness of the turtleneck you wore to cover Rafe’s hickeys he littered your neck and chest with. Bobby gave you the rundown about who to avoid and how to stay out of trouble.

You followed his advice for the most part and somehow to managed to land a job as bookkeeper for a local bait and tackle shop that Bobby is business partners with. You liked the job. It didn’t take a lot of brain power and you got paid on the higher end for just having experience. The only bad part about it was having the time to think back on your time with Rafe.

It was harder during the first two weeks but soon your time with Rafe faded into the past. Now it’s a month and you’ve moved on to bigger, better things. There was an annual drive in theater showing The Outsiders. One of your coworkers, Derek, invited you out on a date and you said yes, why not.

Little did you know what was going to happen at the drive in. Derek laid out a picnic blanket in the back of his truck, offering his jacket to you the first few minutes of the movie. You were about half way in when you had to use the bathroom. He asked if you wanted him to keep you company but you convinced him that you would be fine.

You walked towards the portapotties near the food counter when you heard a series of grunts. Following the sound of pained grunts and solid blows, you saw a familiar fro belonging to Pope. He was being held down by a shorter man with black buzzed hair while another man fought two boys you recognized were Pope’s friends, John B and JJ. “The cross belongs to me,” Pope says weakly.

“You’re too little too late, young blood. It’s already melted down to tiny bits.” The man taunts. Picking up the thickest branch you could find, you hit the man holding Pope, directly at the base of his head. The man let Pope go so he could turn around and you sent a solid punch to his face before he had the chance to fully turn around. “Shit! Rafe, get that bitch!” The man starts.

You froze at the mention of his name. Rafe looked to you and immediately let go of his hold on John B. Pope looked at you with wide eyes. “Get behind me. All of you,” you tell them, thankful that they listened. “What..” Rafe starts. “I can handle this. Go get to safety.” You tell Pope.

“I’m not leaving you with them. They’re crazy,” he defies. “I’ll meet you guys at the house… Now, Pope. Let the adults handle this.” They hesitantly leave and disappear into the woods. “Bad idea. Who else is going to defend you, huh?” Barry says, wiping away the blood from his nose.

“Me,” Rafe says from behind him, slowly walking towards you. “The fuck you mean ‘you’? She busted my nose, bro.” “Just leave, man. Go get that checked out.” “What the fuck just happened?” Rafe’s eyes never left yours except to look at the rest of you.

You did something different with your hair. Instead of the box braids he initially saw you with, you wore short passion twists that ended about shoulder length. You dyed your hair light brown and he was loving every second of it. You weren’t the only one who made changes. Rafe had a buzz cut like his partner in crime.

“I’ll explain everything later. Just go, Barry.” He commanded and Barry mumbled something under his breath before walking to his dirt bike. “What the hell are you doing here, Y/N?” Rafe asks once the two of you were alone. “I could ask you the same thing,” you answer, crossing your arms. “I was born and raised here,” “As of now, I live here.”

“You’ve been here the whole time since Charlotte?” He asks, scratching the back of his neck anxiously. “Yes, I have.” “Where have you been? Haven’t seen you around here.” “I’ve been busy with work,” you explained shortly. You must admit, he was asking you tons of questions like he’s your boyfriend or something. “Hm. Where have you been working?” He asks, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“None of your business. It’s time for me to start asking the questions now. What are you doing fighting with sixteen year old boys?” “They don’t know how to mind they’re own fucking business.” “Watch it,” you warn. “Sorry, momma bear.” He taunts with his hands up in surrender. “Is all of this fighting about a cross? What cross was he talking about? I never took you as the Christian type.” You asked, genuinely confused.

“Listen sweetheart, the less you know, the better. I mean it. I just got back from being held hostage because of this shit. It’s best if you stay out of it.” Rafe suggests. “I can’t stay out of it if my cousin can get hurt.” “Loyalty. Makes you ten times better.” He flirts, closing the gap between you. “Why didn’t you tell me you were a Heyward?” “I’m actually a Tanny. And the last I checked, there wasn’t much talking,” You correct, holding his gaze.

His eyes fell to your lips, licking his own in restraint so he wouldn’t kiss you. Even though he desperately wanted to. He noticed a strong scent the longer he was close to you. His face twisted when he smelled another man’s cologne on you. “You’re on a date?”

“I was. Yeah.” He remained silent for a moment, examining your delicate features. The two of you got lost in the moment, listening to the audio of Outsiders and the cicadas screeching from the woods, your breaths falling into sync. “Let me take you home.” He offers in a low voice, twirling a twist between his fingers.

Before you could formulate a response, Derek calls your name. Turning to face him, your shoulder brushed against Rafe’s chest as you subconsciously leaned into him. “Derek, hi. I was just about to head home.”Hey, Derek. I’m going to head home. “Is everything alright? Are you not feeling well?” Derek asks, trying to make sense of the situation. He steps closer to you and Rafe instinctively stood in front you.

“Nah bro, she just likes me better. And she won’t be needing this.” Rafe removes the jacket draped over your shoulders, balled it up and threw it at him. Derek catches it against his chest. “And if you’re going on a date, at least have the decency to buy genuine cologne. Not the cheap, watered down shit, Derek.” Rafe jabs.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend, Y/N.” “She doesn’t have to explain shit to you. Now piss off.” Guilt weighed on your chest when you saw Derek’s shoulder sag as he walked back to where he came. Your jaw dropped at the way he was speaking to people. “What the hell was that?” You pushed at his chest, barely making him move an inch.

“I was defending you. You dodged a bullet on that one, trust me.” “I’m not yours, you know.” You rolled your eyes in annoyance, his hand gently gripping your chin as he turn your face to look at him. “Not yet,” a breath hitched in your throat, scared to move an inch. You can’t close the Pandora’s box once it’s been opened.

“Are you taking me home or not?” “Right. You don’t have to tell me the address. I already know.” He lets go of your chin softly and starts walking to the array of cars. You walked next to him, your hand occasionally grazing his, making your heart skip a beat. “Well that’s not comforting. You’re definitely not knowing where I work. I can’t let the fact that you’re hot distract me from being logical.” “Awe, you think I’m hot? Thank you.” “Oh for the love of God,”

“I’m telling you, they know each other.” John B starts. “How? She’s literally from Atlanta, Georgia. Where would they have met each other?” Pope defends. “I don’t know. But they have a history. You see the way Rafe forgot about what he was doing when she showed up?” John B explains

“Forget that. Did you guys see the way they were looking at each other? They totally fucked,” JJ intercepts and John B nodded in agreement. Pope, Sarah and Kiara made noises of disgust. “Ew, I do not want to hear about my brother’s sex life, guys.” Sarah complains. “I don’t need to know that about my cousin either,” Pope explains. “You’ve only known her a month, Pope. She could be working with him for all we know.” JJ reasons.

“She’s my family and she saved our asses back there. Give her some credit.” “Credit revoked,” John B says once he spies Rafe’s truck pulling into the driveway. After throwing the car in park, Rafe hops out of the car to open the door for you- against your wishes if you might add. He took your hand and guided you down from the truck.

“What the hell is he doing?” Kiara asks. “He has feelings for her,” Sarah answers in disbelief. “If she’s on our side, we can use that. We can definitely use that.” JJ suggests. They watched as Rafe walked you to the front door and said something to you before watching you go into the house safely. You stopped in your tracks once you saw the group looking at you skeptically.

“How the hell do you know Rafe?” Pope prompts you after a moment of silence.

#black!reader #rafe cameron x black!reader #rafe cameron #OBX

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pedroscurls · 1 year ago

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Third Time’s A Charm (Part 17).

Character(s): Frankie “Catfish” Morales and Reader (female, second person POV) Summary: Frankie settles his divorce with Victoria, and he asks you a very important question. Word Count: 4,545 Author's Note: I just want to express my gratitude for everyone that has read, commented, and liked this story. Truly, it means so much to me. This story was so very special to me (and my first ever Frankie Morales multi-chaptered story) and I can’t wait to write more of him. We’ve got an epilogue left and this story will come to an end... I’m sad to see it end, but excited to see what other stories I write for this character. (also this is the ring if you wanted to see what it would look like) Warning: smut!!! (truly just very sensual p in v sex)

Frankie was exhausted. Finally, after six months of hell with Victoria and her lawyer, they had finalized their divorce. Frankie no longer wanted to fight with her, settling on allowing her to keep the house and everything else that came with it. He wanted to cut ties with her, to just start fresh in this new chapter of his life, and he didn’t want any reminder of her or the memories they shared. That isn’t to say that Victoria made it easy. In fact, the past six months were brutal with her bringing up the fact that he was an addict who was currently on probation. It hurt; she knew exactly where to dig the knife further and further until he couldn’t take it anymore.

But whenever Frankie wanted to react, wanted to scream and yell and tell Victoria how much of a bitch she was, he held his tongue. He kept quiet, only speaking to his lawyer and addressing Victoria when it was absolutely necessary and he noticed how it angered Victoria when she realized that she wasn’t going to get the reaction out of him like she had planned. That, at least, satisfied Frankie. To know that Victoria was no longer going to win, that she didn’t have any power over him like she used to, and it gave Frankie the confidence to keep showing up, to finalize this divorce so that he could continue on with his life and never have to look back.

The day the divorce was finalized, Frankie immediately called the guys to tell them the good news. He knew he should have called you first, but he had other plans in mind that required Benny, Will, and Santiago’s help. He climbed into his truck, letting out a relieved breath as he removed his tie and undid a few buttons at the top of his shirt.

“Congratulations, hermano,” Santiago said over the phone.

“Thanks, Pope. I feel like a brand new man.”

Santiago laughed. “So, what’s next?”

“Can you and the rest of the guys meet me? I’ll text you the address.”

“You’re not going home to celebrate with the missus?” Santiago teased.

Frankie chuckled. “Not yet. I want to do something first and I need your guys’ help.”

“Is it–”

“Just meet me, Pope.” Frankie smiled. He hung up the phone and sent the address to Santiago. Frankie pulled out of the parking spot and began making his way towards a store that you always liked to visit. He had told you months before that he didn’t want to waste anymore time and now that his divorce was finalized, Frankie wanted to make it official. He knew what your answer would be, but he wanted to make it meaningful, wanted to show you how much he truly loved you, and how excited he was to move forward with you as his wife.

Wife. It brought a smile to his face. You had always been the one that lingered in the back of his mind. The first time you two were together, Frankie was overwhelmed and truthfully fearful about how much he felt for you– he had fallen for you so fast and so hard and he hadn’t ever felt that way before. To this day, he still couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have you in his life. You were so kind, so understanding and with such a big heart that he constantly wondered what good karma he did in his life to deserve you. Of all the things he had done, he never truly felt like he deserved you.

You were so good and he was just… not.

But you always made sure to show him just how special he was. You always looked at him with such soft and warm eyes that Frankie never wanted to disappoint you, never wanted to hurt you; he wanted to be a good, and better, man for you.

He knew that being in a relationship with him wasn’t easy and that dealing with someone like him took a certain kind of patience and empathy, but with you? It was easy. You never put any pressure on him to talk about the things that bothered him, never told him to just get over it… Instead, you constantly reminded him that you weren’t going anywhere, that you’d always be by his side, even if it meant that it hurt you. You were his anchor, his light at the end of the tunnel… You kept him grounded and reminded him that while days can be tough, you were still going to stick by his side no matter what, and that always brought him comfort.

As he pulled up to the jewelry store, he saw Benny, Santiago, and Will leaning against their cars. With a smile on his face, Frankie pulled into the spot next to them and climbed out of his truck. He removed his suit jacket, now clad in just suit pants and a white button-up with the buttons undone at the top and the sleeves folded to his elbows.

“Fish, congrats, man,” Benny said, pulling him into a hug. “We’re so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Ben,” Frankie smiled, giving the younger man a hug and pulling away. “I want to do this right and I want you guys to be part of it.”

“We’re gonna get the most perfect ring,” Benny winked. “She’s gonna love it.”

“And we already got her ring size,” Will grinned.

“You have an idea of what you’re looking for, Fish?” Santiago asked.

Frankie smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I’ve got an idea. Let’s head inside.”

Once the four of them stepped inside, one of the workers approached them with a smile. Frankie let out a breath as he looked around the display cases, biting his lower lip.

“Hi there,” the woman said with a smile. “Is there anything specific you guys are looking for?”

Frankie looked at her and nodded. “A 1.5 carat oval diamond with an 18k yellow gold band? Maybe with some extra small diamonds on the band too?”

The woman smiled. “Of course, follow me.”

“You put a lot of thought into this,” Benny teased. “1.5 carat? 18k yellow gold?”

Frankie rolled his eyes, followed by laughter from Will and Santiago. “I just want her to have the best.”

“We’re just teasing,” Santiago laughed. “I mean, we didn’t even come with you the first time around.”

“I didn’t put much thought into that one,” he admitted. “But I want her to look at the ring and just–”

“We get it, Fish,” Will smiled. “She deserves the best of the best. If you know what you’re looking for, it makes this a bit easier.”

Frankie smiled, watching the jeweler pull out several choice rings to display in front of him. He bit his lower lip, looking at each one intently until one caught his eye. The moment he looked at it, he imagined it sitting on your finger and a broad smile lined his lips.

“That one’s perfect.”

The woman smiled and gently handed it to Frankie. The guys were all standing near him, looking over his shoulder at the ring that was now in Frankie’s hands. It was delicate, not too over the top, but was flashy enough to show just how beautiful and special it was. It was perfect for you and Frankie nodded to himself.

“That’s– She’s gonna love that one, Fish,” Santiago smiled.

Will nodded in agreement. “Oh, she’s definitely going to cry.”

“Because of the ring or because Fish is gonna propose?” Benny chuckled.

“Probably all of the above,” Will smiled.

“Es perfecto, hermano,” Santiago said.

“I think so too,” Frankie smiled. “Can we get this one?”

“Of course. What’s her size?”

Frankie looked over at the guys.

“Six and a half,” Benny said.

“Do you guys have that right now or would we have to place an order and pick it up at a different time?” Frankie asked.

“Let me go and check.”

Once the worker left, Frankie smiled and looked down at the ring. “If they have it in her size, I’m proposing tonight.”

Santiago grinned. “How are you gonna propose?”

“On one knee?” Frankie replied.

“Okay, smartass,” Benny laughed.

“I was thinking of taking her to the beach,” Frankie smiled. “Maybe during sunset and then just… Asking her to spend the rest of her life with me.”

“Always the secret romantic,” Will said with a smile.

—

Frankie walked into the apartment and saw you in the kitchen, pouring yourself a glass of water. He let his eyes rake over your frame, taking note of your casual loungewear of shorts and one of his t-shirts. He smiled to himself; Frankie always loved seeing you in his clothes.

“Hermosa,” he called out, walking towards you.

You looked up at him and smiled, bringing the glass of water to your lips. “How’d it go, my love?”

Frankie wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling you to him. You set aside your glass and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “I’m divorced. Officially.”

“So, it’s me and you from now on?”

Frankie nodded. “Last chance to back out.”

You rolled your eyes playfully and leaned up to peck his lips. “Not a chance. You’re stuck with me.”

“Oh, you promise?” He grinned. “Because I kind of like the sound of that.”

“Kind of?” you said with a pout.

Frankie let out a quiet chuckle and kissed your forehead. “Maybe just a bit.”

“Fine, I’ll take it,” you teased.

Frankie smiled, pulling back to look down at you. “Look at you, wearing my shirt.”

“Mmm, I like wearing your clothes.”

“I like seeing you in my clothes, hermosa.”

You bit your lower lip, bringing your hands to rest on his chest. You tilted your head and leaned up on your toes to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Keep that up and we’re gonna have to go into the bedroom.”

Frankie grinned against you, his hands resting on your waist. “Can I take you out first? To celebrate?”

“You sure you don’t wanna stay in?” You asked, pulling back from him. “I don’t mind–”

“How about we grab some burgers and head to the beach?”

Your eyes lit up and a broad smile lined your lips. “And watch the sunset?” you asked.

Frankie nodded. “It’s been a while since we’ve done that and I figured–”

“Yes,” you interrupted. “Absolutely, yes.”

“Let me get out of these clothes and then we can head out.” Frankie placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before pulling away from you. “Can you wear this though?”

“What? Shorts and your shirt?”

Frankie nodded with a smile. “Please?”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” you chuckled. “And because it’s comfy.”

“I’ll bring a sweater for you in case you get cold too.”

“You just want me in all your clothes, huh?”

Frankie laughed. “I’d very much prefer you without any clothes, but–”

“Okay, get ready or else we’ll never leave.” you said with a smile, gently pushing him for him to turn around and make his way to the bedroom.

While Frankie was changing into much more comfortable clothes, you let out a relieved breath. You had seen how the effect this divorce had on Frankie; some days were rougher than others, but only because Victoria made it a point to make it difficult for him. You could see that he was constantly in thought, especially on days where he would come home quiet and to himself. Part of you had wanted to confront Victoria and tell her to grow up and deal with this like an adult, but you decided that she was just a waste of time and she wasn’t worthy of yours.

You had gotten a job a month after losing the one at the university. You were working at a community college, teaching literature to students who were only there for a general ed requirement. It was different and nothing like what you were used to when you were working at the university, but you were still grateful for the opportunity to have a job, still teaching a subject that you loved. It also helped that you had Frankie to come home to every day.

You were excited, hopeful for your future with Frankie. It finally felt like all the pieces were coming together, that now you both had the chance to be with each other like you were supposed to be. Frankie always gave you butterflies, no matter what he was doing, and whenever he looked at you, you always felt your heart skip a beat. You knew that he was the man you were meant to be with, the man you were supposed to spend the rest of your life with, and it felt good knowing that you now had the opportunity to be with him, forever. He had practically implied that he was going to marry you and while he hadn’t proposed yet, it still excited you to know that it was going to happen at any moment.

With your back facing the hallway, you gasped when you felt Frankie gently smack your backside. You turned around and looked up at him, biting your lower lip almost instantly at the sight of him. He was wearing a denim button-up shirt with the sleeves folded to his elbows and a dark t-shirt underneath with a pair of jeans, and as always, he was wearing his Standard Heating Oil hat. He smiled at you mischievously and wrapped an arm around your waist to bring you flush against him.

“You slap me again and I’m taking you to the bedroom,” you warned.

Frankie ran his tongue across his lower lip and winked. “Don’t tempt me with a good time.”

You smiled, moving your hands to his shoulders. “How about we get some food, watch the sunset, and then come back home for some–”

“Fun?” he grinned.

“Exactly,” you smiled, pecking his lips. “I love you.”

Frankie smiled. “I love you too, hermosa. Let’s go.”

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You were both now sitting on the sand with a hamburger in each of your hands. The sun hadn’t yet begun to set, so you both were leaning against each other, taking a bite of your food. You always felt like the beach was a place where you and Frankie went to when the reality of life became too much; the beach and the sunset always managed to keep you both grounded, to remind you both to slow down and breathe.

“I can’t finish my food,” you said with a sigh. “It’s too much.”

Frankie chuckled, finishing his food and taking your burger in his hands. “It’s a good thing I’m here then, aren’t I?”

“It’s why I keep you around,” you teased.

“And here I thought you kept me around because you love me, hermosa.”

“Eh, maybe just a little bit.” you grinned, looking over at him. Frankie chuckled and took a couple of bites of your burger before wrapping it back up to put back in the bag. He wrapped his arm around you, feeling you lean against his side as the sun slowly began to set.

“Thank you,” he whispered, kissing the crown of your head. “For sticking by me, hermosa.”

You looked up at him and smiled, pecking his lips. “I told you I’d always be here and I never break my promises.”

Frankie smiled to himself. The sun was beginning to set and was casting a perfect glow around you and Frankie felt like he had fallen in love all over again. He used his free hand to rest over his pocket, feeling the velvet box inside before he stood up, taking you with him.

“Dance with me?” Frankie asked, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Always,” you smiled. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, swaying side to side with him to the sounds of waves and distant laughter. You were looking deeply into his eyes, biting your lower lip as you leaned up to peck his lips. “I’m just so happy…”

“Me too, hermosa,” he whispered, leaning down to rest his forehead against yours. “It’s always been you… And I’m sorry that it’s taken this long.”

“The things that happened, were meant to happen,” you replied. “Because at the end of it all, we found our way back to each other.”

Frankie let out a contented sigh. “I was so hesitant when Santiago told me he was setting me up,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “I fought him on it for weeks, but we both know how persistent he can be…”

You listened, biting your lower lip as your bodies continued to sway with one another. “Oh, I know it,” you giggled.

“But when I saw you for the first time…” Frankie smiled. “I knew I was done for. Your big eyes looked at me in a way that no one ever had before,” he admitted. “You looked at me like I mattered… That no matter what I had done in my life preceding you, it didn’t define me.”

You felt tears stinging your eyes, staring up at him. “I was so nervous,” you smiled. “You were so handsome and I thought you were way out of my league.”

Frankie rolled his eyes playfully. “You’re the one out of my league, hermosa.” He pecked your lips softly and continued. “Pope knew exactly what he was doing when he set us up,” Frankie chuckled. “Because he knew, before the both of us, that we were meant to be with each other. You’re my other half, hermosa. I’ve told you plenty of times that you make me want to be a better man and I mean every single word.”

You bit your lower lip as you both stopped swaying, still just holding each other and taking comfort in being in each other’s arms.

“And I told you that I don’t want to waste any more time…” he began, pulling away to grab the box from his pocket before he knelt down on one knee. Frankie had removed his hat and looked up at you, seeing the smile lining your lips as you wiped at your eyes.

“Frankie…”

“I can’t imagine my life without you. I’m not going to promise that it’s going to be easy, but I will promise that I’ll be by your side no matter what. I promise to fight for us, no matter how hard it gets. From the moment we met, it was always you.” Frankie then opened the velvet box to reveal the engagement ring he had chosen with the guys earlier that day.

“I love you so much, hermosa. I want to spend the rest of my life with you… I want you to be the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I see when I go to sleep. I want to continue to laugh with you, to cry, to make more memories with you…”

You gasped at the ring, the sun hitting it just right to cast a twinkle against the diamond.

“Yes!” you said immediately. “Yes, yes.” Tears were falling from your eyes as you wiped them away with a quiet chuckle.

“I didn’t ask yet,” Frankie smiled.

“Oh–”

“Will you marry me, hermosa?” he interrupted, staring up at you with those deep brown eyes that you had fallen in love with all those years ago.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you repeated, kneeling down in front of him and wrapping your arms around his shoulders to press your lips against his. Immediately, you moved your lips with his, smiling against him. Frankie had to pull away enough to take your left hand once he took the ring from the box. He looked down at your hand and slowly slid the ring onto your ring finger, smiling instantly.

“Perfect fit,” he whispered.

“I love you,” you said, pecking his lips. You looked down at the ring and smiled to yourself, tears still trickling down your cheeks. It was a yellow gold band with several small diamonds with an oval diamond on topic, sparkling against the setting sun. “It’s so beautiful, Frankie.”

“You like it?” he asked, biting his lower lip.

“I love it, but you know me… I would’ve been happy with anything.”

Frankie smiled, pecking your lips softly before he stood up with you. “I know, but you deserve something as beautiful as you and the minute I saw this ring, I knew it belonged to you.”

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” you whispered.

“Funny you should say that,” Frankie said quietly, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Because I feel the same way and…” he whispered, “I think you saved me, hermosa.”

You bit your lower lip, shaking your head. “You saved yourself, Frankie,” you whispered, running your hands along his arms. “I was just here so you didn’t lose your way.”

Frankie sighed contentedly, resting his forehead against yours. “You’re my dream come true, hermosa. You have no idea how much I love you…”

“Oh, I’ve got some idea,” you teased, lifting your hand to show him the ring. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you, Frankie.”

“Let’s go home and celebrate?” he winked, wiggling his brows together.

“Yes, please,” you grinned.

—

Once back at the apartment, Frankie was quick to lead you down the hall and towards the bedroom. His hands were on your waist, peppering kisses along your neck as he pressed himself against you. You leaned back against him, resting your head against his chest to expose more of your neck for him.

You couldn’t believe it. It still felt so surreal to know that you were now Frankie’s fiancée and you couldn’t wait to just spend the rest of your life with him. Your best memories were with Frankie and despite all of the challenges you both faced, you were just so happy to finally get another chance with him.

Frankie’s hands moving underneath your shirt brought you out of your thoughts, feeling his rough fingertips graze upwards to brush his thumbs against each nipple. You arched your back against him, biting your lower lip at the sensation.

“You weren’t wearing a bra?” he whispered against you.

“I never do whenever I wear your shirts,” you replied, letting out a quiet whimper.

“Fuck me,” Frankie groaned, turning you around and slowly lifting the shirt over your head to reveal your bare front. Frankie licked his lips at the sight of you, gently backing you towards the mattress. Once you felt the edge of the bed hit your knees, you fell back onto it with Frankie climbing on top of you.

Frankie moved his hands to your shorts, gently pulling them down your legs until you were now completely naked below him. He pulled back enough to let his eyes take you in, growling at the sight as he stood to undo his pants, kicking them off to the side. Frankie pulled off his denim button up, followed by shirt until he was clad in only his boxers. His manhood was pressing against the thin fabric and he brought a hand down to squeeze himself, his eyes focused solely on you.

“Get over here,” you whispered, parting your legs.

Frankie licked his lips, watching as your spread legs exposed your sex. He pushed down his boxers, letting out a quiet breath at the relieved pressure before he climbed back on the bed, settling himself between your legs. Frankie couldn’t wait; he didn’t want to take his time like he normally did. Instead, he just wanted to revel in the feel of you wrapped around him.

“Frankie, please,” you whimpered, feeling the head of his member brush against your opening.

He smiled, grasping his member and slowly pushing past your folds. Frankie kept his eyes on you, watching as you let out a quiet moan. He saw you move your hands to his chest, his eyes catching a glint of your ring and he smiled to himself, pushing further into you as your tight and warm walls wrapped around his manhood like a vice.

“Fuck, hermosa,” Frankie whispered, his hands resting at either side of your head. Slowly, he pulled his hips back only to push back into you, continuing the slow thrusts.

“Frankie,” you moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist. His slow movements were just as effective as his rough and fast thrusts, but this felt more intimate. Your eyes were locked onto his, the sounds of your moans mixing in with his as the feel of his member continued to slide in and out of your depths.

He lowered himself to rest his forehead against yours, lips brushing against you ever so slightly as his movements picked up. Frankie always loved to hear the sounds of your moans, the way his name escaped your lips; he took pride in knowing that he knew how to make you feel good and now he was going to get to do it for the rest of his life.

“I love you,” he whispered against you, moving both hands to grip your hips as his own drove into you repeatedly.

“Oh god, Frankie,” you moaned as your eyes fell shut at the feeling of getting closer and closer to your climax. Frankie just knew exactly what to say and what to do to get you to the edge of your orgasm and this time was no different. Your bodies moved in tandem with one another, breaths against each other’s lips, moans escaping quietly. “I love you too,” you whispered back, your fingernails digging into his skin at his upper back.

Frankie groaned against you, pecking your lips lightly before he buried his face against the crook of your neck, rolling his hips against yours. His fingertips dug into your hips as he felt your walls slowly begin to tighten even further around his manhood, throbbing against you. He knew you were close, so he gently nipped at your skin along the side of your neck as he pulled out to his tip only to slam into you. He repeated this motion several times, the sound of skin slapping against one another beginning to echo off the four walls of the bedroom.

“Frankie!” you moaned loudly, tightening your legs around his hips to keep him still as you reached your high.

Frankie let out a moan, feeling your walls milk his manhood to his own release. He pulled back enough to look down at you, gripping your hips as he began to quicken his own movements. He watched as your body bounced against his own with his rapid thrusts, becoming more erratic.

“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, hermosa,” he moaned, slamming into you once more as he released in your depths. His body shook slightly and he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily.

You smiled to yourself, running your fingertips lightly along your back, brushing against the scratches you left. Frankie shuddered against you and pulled back to peck your lips, looking deeply into your eyes.

“You and me forever?” you asked with hopeful eyes.

Frankie brought a hand to brush his thumb across your cheek and whispered quietly, said quietly, “Forever, hermosa.”

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Epilogue.

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webnovel-deluxe · 1 year ago

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 16

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After that, the demon's resistance was quite intense, and there was an incident where the entire outer wall was damaged instead, but this side's power was so overwhelming that it was quickly subdued.

The demon was pierced by the spear of Orix, my exclusive escort knight, who had grown dramatically in the past, and was annihilated.

But I didn't feel the cool feeling inside.

It was because of the words the devil left before he died.

“Even if I disappear, the darkness does not disappear. No matter how many times you catch and kill black magicians, revenge only breeds revenge.”

Priest Maurice, who surrendered himself to an intermediate demon, turns out to be a priest who saved his life once thanks to Miya Binoshu in the past.

Denying the fact that his best friend, Miya, was the vessel for the Great Devil's Descent, he turned to black magic to prove that she was right and misunderstood.

'It's the blood of a high priest, so maybe an intermediate demon was summoned.'

Maybe it was because when Miya displayed the power of a demon disguised as healing power, that power was transferred to the priest.

‘The latter is more conjecture.'

“… The divine power returned before the thought body disappeared, didn't it?”

He watched from the side as I poured out my divine power to catch the thought-form that was about to disappear.

“yes.”

“What exactly was the cause of the divine power leak?”

“Rather than a leak, I think it’s more accurate to say that my subconscious was reluctant to use divine power and interfered with it.”

“.....”

“To be honest, I’m tired of being a saint.”

When the thought body was reminded of the existence of darkness, he realized the need for divine power and was soon able to use it.

However… It was not always easy to confront the evil and vicious demons.

“Deborah.”

“yes.”

“In the past, Princess-sama has lit a lot of candles.”

“.....”

“So, you don't have to burn yourself to light the darkness. Because there are so many people around Princess-sama like that.”

oh I see.

After putting off all my busy schedules for me and looking back at my people who followed me all the way to Hellia, suddenly something hot hit my heart.

No one was forcing me to be a hero, but I was carrying the burden on my own. That is why the divine power did not return.

When I decided not to think of a blue elephant, something similar to thinking about a blue elephant came up.

“I am stupid.”

“The real fool is over there.”

Isidor chuckled at Pope Rega and smiled like a party.

Isidor replaced all the healing stones I received from the Pope with healing stones that were empty of divine power. It will probably look like it's been used up for a purification ritual.

‘Advanced healing stone, eat well.'

A feeling of emptiness in the stomach, as if suddenly taking a digestive aid.

When he was feeling the feeling of fullness given by unearned income, his eyes met the Pope.

“Oh my gosh, saint!”

He approached me with a fuss, and the eyes of the priests and people around me were focused.

“How did you find and destroy a special evil that even holy water does not know to! My faith in St. Mary has grown stronger and deeper!”

"....."

he said fervently.

“At the upcoming monthly event, everyone will be informed about the saint’s activities, and the shrine will provide all support to the saint in addition to the finest healing stones!”

I quickly waved my hand and said what he wanted.

“You don't need to be rush. Since the Pope has given me the Healing Stone out of pure good will, I have only returned it with good intentions.”

“...yes.”

The pope responded with a little patience in his anger.

Still, it was good to try. It would have been right for Susie Goya to show her condolences in front of everyone who had already been robbed, and who had given her saint a healing stone.

“I am very grateful to the Pope.”

From expensive healing stones to relics made from dragon bones. There was no donation angel.

“… Thank you too. It is natural for the temple to spare no effort to support the saint. ”

“Really, I didn’t know you would support me so generously.”

I continued speaking with a smile as benevolent as possible.

“Thanks to the Pope personally visiting the capital and sharing the news about the relics, we are able to recover them before they are further damaged!”

“Huh?...”

At the word recall, he seemed to be at a loss for a moment, and I pressed once more.

“The holy relics will be purified with all my might in the future! Fortunately, the contamination didn't go away if I had it, the incarnation of the saint was in trouble, so no more worries!”

“It’s been a while since I’ve shown such a great divinity, until I dealt with the remnants of the temple and purify the holy things....”

“You are amazing! Saint!”

Isidor incited me by clearly listing my actions, and Oryx, the simplest, responded to the instigation and clapped with a huge hand.

clap clap!

In applause, I gazed intently at the priests next to the Pope.

“President Henri, High Priest Louis, and Priest Jacques. I will remember your generous help even when I return to the capital.”

The names of the high-ranking priests who participated in the mid-level demon investigation were known in advance through Isidor. There is no need to carry the entire temple and pretend.

“Sister remembers my name… !”

“Huh, hey, it’s an honor!”

“I, we will never forget the visit of Saint ”

When I personally called out their name, even the high-ranking priests of Hellia, who had been in a hurry, seemed to be visibly happy and shaken.

So, with the applause pop, my itinerary in Hellia came to an end.

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“These white marbles were dragon fangs.”

I tinkered with the rosary and admired it.

The invincible material that can contain all kinds of power, including divine power, mana, and magic, is the dragon's bone.

'It even contained a strong thought-form.'

“Princess, where are you going to use that thing? Are you going to keep it like that?”

“yes. I plan to keep it.”

In the past, Isidor was displeased with me, who loved the rosary, even though it was an object he had carved himself.

'It's just that he treated himself as a black history in his previous life.'

“You can sell it to other countries at a very, very high price. I will process it properly so that no one notices that it is a holy relic brought from the temple.”

He reached out a hand of seduction, but I shook my head.

“I think there are probably people I want to give it to.”

At my words, Isidor's expression became more serious.

“What… . Hmm! Who are they?”

“Our babies.”

“!”

His face turned bright red like a ripe apple in an instant.

“Wh, why?”

“I thought I was going too far ahead, but when the princess said that, my heart raced… .”

Isidor murmured.

“How the hell have you gone so far? ? Did you make plans for your retirement in advance like I did?”

“I even thought about how to donate gifts to my great-grandchildren.”

“… I have gone very far.”

I overlooked the inheritance of wealth... . It is also unusual because it is not the blood of a dragon.

He looked at the rosary in my hand with a slightly reminded face, and after a while he spoke softly.

“… What we give to our children is unconditional approval.”

I swallowed my laughter as I listened to the shy voice and looked up at the branches with green shoots. One warm spring was coming.

5. May's Bride

“.....”

Early in the morning, Duke Seymour came out of the annex and gazed into the garden full of red roses.

In May, the garden becomes brighter day by day. Every time she went for a walk, the fresh scent of flowers filled her nostrils, just like when she was there.

- Georgesah.

Duke Seymour looked at the dewy red roses and recalled the vivid remnants of a dream last night.

Until now, even in my dreams, I didn't show you a single piece of clothing... The wife in my dream last night was so vivid. So much so that I can even feel the scent of lilac that she always carries.

My wife was wearing a white dress, holding the bouquet I had offered her in the past.

As far as the Duke can remember, he called his name in the form of the most daunting moment.

With a soft smile on his lips, he gently wrapped his arms around him. It was also lightly patted on the back of her hand. As if encouraging them that you are doing well.

Even though it was a dream, it felt kind and warm.

‘Did I have such a dream because it was May?'

Because the wife was the bride of May.

In the Empire, the most weddings took place in May. Not only because of the mild and warm weather, but also because there is a legend that the goddess in charge of fertility and fertility disappeared in winter and then resurrected in May.

'May is the most appropriate time for a wedding. '

Perhaps because of this tale, there was a superstition that a bride getting married in May would be happy, and the Duke also thought that May would be better if his daughter got married.

'By the way, I'm afraid I'll graduate early.'

My studies must have been completed, and after the preparations for the wedding that flowed like water, the wedding to the Duke of Visconti was already approaching.

'I feel more peaceful than I thought.'

I thought it would be very sad.

Lately, there have been times when I feel like my daughter is already married.

Hey, maybe it's because of Isidor, who comes to visit me like a son-in-law.

Isidor often came to the townhouse to teach Enrique's swordsmanship, even when Deborah wasn't there. He is a genius who can handle magic and sword at the same time, and in fact, Enrique did not have a good teacher.

“By the way, why is the youngest suddenly obsessed with swordsmanship… ?”

I was a little puzzled, but due to moderate exercise, the child's complexion was improving day by day, so I left it alone.

Inspection on Seymour.

In the past, I would have objected with a sense of rejection, but now that I see that it is not so, I wonder if I am old.

'Did Deborah say she was flexible?'

Duke Seymour looked at Enrique and Isidor wielding wooden swords in the backyard beyond the garden for a moment, then returned to his office to return to work.

Anyway, it's still too early for the youngest to do what he wants to do.

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Alright next chapter of Holy Mary is LIVE!

Thank you all again for your patience as I get this out. Life has definitely been rough and stressful, but we are powering through!

Holy Mary

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

Chapter 7: The Way to Forgiveness

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Mildly NSFW belong the cut!

The agonizing heat of Summer was finally beginning to relent. The suggestion of Autumn presenting in the day’s cooler breeze, as Mary sat by herself on the balcony. It was the first time she had ventured out there alone. Happy for a moment of the sun on her face and the gentle wind blowing through her hair.

Out there in the quiet, she could let go. A moment in time where she felt like a normal woman. A happy, and in love, expectant mother—not an excommunicated nun carrying a child conceived in ill repute. Mary wept, tears spilling over her cheeks as she held a sad smile on her face. Her eyelids pressed tightly closed as she brought her hand to her belly, feeling her child move.

She opened her eyes again to take it all in, the view was beautiful. Mary stood at the rail, staring out over the whole of the Abbey grounds. Her eyes delighting in the sight of Primo’s garden. The vibrant colors from the plants and late summer blooms—breathtaking to behold. This strange and dark place, slowly revealing its soft underbelly to her. Sharing its warmth with her, like a welcoming embrace. The Abbey was now beginning to feel like home.

Mary began to daydream. Closing her eyes as she pictured a future she hoped to achieve. The promise and wish to be happy once more. Visions of her child running across the field with Terzo. Both of them, rough and tumbling in the spot just below her on the grounds. Smiling and waving up at her from where they played. Her heart—so full of love, a love that all three of them would share.

It was then, the imaginings began to waiver. Dissolving images of her child-to-be and her lover, now replaced by a blinding light and that voice returning to her. Mary cowered from it, bringing her hands to her eyes as if she could block it out. The voice, starting as a quiet whisper, but beginning to grow louder and louder until Mary could deny it no more. The wounds on her hands and scalp stinging as the words from phantom lips came fully into focus.

It is a shame that you have strayed so far into darkness. So far that you shun my light.

Mary shook her head as if she could somehow shrug off the words. The voice continued on, repeating it itself again. Telling her she had sinned and would be eternally damned for her transgressions. It replayed her visions, masked now with the threat of terror. Her child and Terzo, rained upon by fire and ash.

Mary could no longer stand it. Even her soul felt as if it were tearing apart. Mary wanted to scream at the top of her lungs as the continued its torment of her. How was this the loving God she once gave her life in service of.

“Why are you doing this to me? Do I really deserve this as punishment?” she asked, holding out her hands, blood dripping once more from her palms. Mary couldn’t help but cry, dropping to her knees as she wept. The baby, continuing to kick away inside her when the voice carried on. Its tone changed as if it had taken offense at her words.

This is no punishment, Lamb. This is a gift…a gift to remind you that you are loved by him—by me. The marks of my son bestowed upon you, are to remind you of your chance at salvation…should you only choose to return to the light. Turning away from the darkness. The darkness that you have chosen to allow inside yourself.

“But I didn’t choose all this…” Mary began as the light shone brighter, the voice calling out once more, before allowing her to continue. Ringing her ears with a timbre of fury and anger.

YOU CHOSE TO FORNICATE WITH HIM. ABANDON YOUR VOWS FOR SINS OF THE FLESH….AND WITH THAT CHOICE YOU HAVE CONCEIVED EVIL IN YOUR WOMB.

“My lord, I have sinned. I won’t pretend that I haven’t, but I beg of you…” Mary whimpered, her voice quivering with her words, “I beg that you please forgive me. Please Father, allow me back into your grace. To once again feel your love.”

I have told you what you need to do to be forgiven. That as Abraham, you have been called upon to make a sacrifice. To prove yourself worthy of my love once more. You have chosen not to listen—to defy me.

Mary knew what the voice was saying. As long as she carried her child to term, she would be left to burn. Removed from the light of God forever and never to return. She understood that this would be her only way to salvation, but the mere thought of it horrified her down to her core.

“I thought all children were blessings, Father? That all of them are innocent and deserving of love. Why not this child?” she asked. She remembered that day in town. Clearly seeing Terzo’s devilish smile as he walked beside her and they saw the group of children. Little did she know how that same interaction would come back now to haunt her. She clenched the fabric of her dress tightly in her fists. The blood from her palms, staining her dress as her chest began aching with the notion of anything happening to her child. This small little life she had already begun to love with her whole heart.

This child is unlike any other Mary. This child is the—

“Sorella?” A voice came from behind her, different from the one that called from above. Suddenly the Heavenly voice of contempt was gone, and she opened her eyes to see Secondo staring back at her as he attempted to help her up from the floor of the balcony.

“Oh Secondo?” she said, a bit unsure if she’d remembered his name. Secondo had helped her get her bearings and brought her over to sit with him at the small bench near the balcony’s entrance.

“Mary…might I call you that?”

“Of course.” she told him. It was odd to be alone with him. Wondering what if anything he had seen or heard. Mary wouldn't have to wait long to find out. He looked down at her dress, noticing the blood there and the stains from the bandages of her palms.

“Are you alright? Who were—?” he began to ask her. Immediately Mary panicked, trying to stand up and perhaps run away. Surely this meant he knew everything and that he would tell Terzo. As she went to leave, Secondo pulled back on her wrist. Turning her back to face him—Mary realizing he would get his answer.

“Maybe—I am not sure.” she admitted. Secondo took her hands in his and turned her palms up to the sky as he spoke.

“We should get these re-bandaged Mary; you’ve got blood all over your dress and if this disturbed me…well I can only imagine how Terzo would feel to find you this way.”

“Yes of course…I suppose I should go get them tended to but…I—I’m just so confused.”

“I can imagine. What with all the…” Secondo commented, pausing to look down at Mary’s bump. He swallowed back. Wondering if she could see his envy seeping through him. Pissed at the universe, and the Devil himself, that the child was not his own.

It wasn’t enough that Terzo had fathered the Antichrist, but that he had done so with a goddess. A vision of beauty and gentleness that Secondo couldn’t help but covet. He was in awe of her. The more time he spent watching over her, the more unsure he felt of telling her the truth.

The truth of her child’s future and of his brother’s involvement. Wondering if he should confess Terzo’s sins. Tell her that his brother intentionally did all of this to her, pulling her away from the God she so desperately sought to love her.

Mary could see it in his face. A troubled and conflicted visage held before her. He was the most mysterious of all those she had met at the Abbey. His cold and distant demeanor, keeping even the bravest of creatures and siblings on their toes.

He seemed lost to her. Sometimes more lost than Mary herself. She had wondered what he was thinking. Especially now as she pondered whether or not he had seen her speaking to thin air.

“Mary…” Secondo began once more, pulling her back from her thoughts, “...who were you talking to just now?” he asked her, seeing that she had visibly calmed down from whatever was troubling her. Her body language, becoming more relaxed after sitting back down beside him on the bench.

“I—I have been talking to someone but…”

“But what?”

“I am not sure who…I mean…what I mean to say is that I think they are Metatron.” she explained, watching the growing look of concern spreading across Secondo’s face. Now this was an unexpected, but interesting turn of events he thought to himself. Secondo, wondering if the Almighty was actually reaching out to Mary and if the truth had already been revealed to her.

“God? You were talking to the voice of God?” he asked her.

“I…I think so. He says he loves me and that all this is happening for a reason.” Mary said, holding up her hands still weeping from the wounds.

“Oh Mary, we really should get you inside and get these cleaned up.” Secondo again suggested, only this time he stood up and held out his hand. Offering to help Mary help off the bench. When she stood up, Mary felt a searing pain spread across her back. Over and over like burning hot switches were being struck against her skin. Mary collapsed forward into Secondo’s arms, losing control of her balance with a final hit. Secondo held her tight in his arms as she wailed in pain, the blood covering her back as new wounds had appeared.

“Oh cazzo! We need some help!” he yelled, a group of ghouls bounding out onto the balcony to heed them. Terzo and Primo, not far behind them. When Terzo reached them, Secondo was still holding on to Mary. Both of them, covered in Mary’s blood.

“What happened?!” Terzo yelled, quickly taking Mary from his brother and into his arms.

“She—she received another Stigmata wound.” was all Secondo could say before everyone had whisked her away. Terzo, running quickly beside the ghouls with Mary in his arms, leaving Secondo there on the balcony all alone. He stood there, almost too dumbfounded to move. Secondo’s thoughts swirling as the urge to hold Mary still lingered in his arms.

It was now hours since Mary’s blood had been mopped away from the halls that led from the Papal suites and into the infirmary. Only the wet floor signs left to prove anything had taken place. She was resting now in her infirmary bed. Her pain, dulled by drugs and a mixture of Primo's medicinal herbs.

Terzo had only left her side to speak with the physician in the hall a moment before returning, so as not to disturb her. He grabbed the uncomfortable chair that sat on the opposite side of the room and pulled it up close beside her bed. Slumping down into it, with his head held in hands.

He had trouble looking at her there as she slept, knowing that he was the reason why. His eyes began wandering over the room. A room that had grown all too familiar in the past few weeks. It had recently been filled with flowers in shimmering glass vases. Always the same ones, freshly picked from the garden to liven up the sterile feel of the room.

Terzo was getting tired of smelling them. Their scent, reminding them of his continued torment. Watching helplessly on the sidelines, while the woman he had fallen in love with suffered by the work of his own hands. But there he sat, once again taking in their perfume while he battled inside himself with what to do next.

When will this end? How can I stop it? Will she die? Will the baby—. His thoughts, interrupted by Primo's guiding hand on his shoulder.

"Fratellino…this is not your fault." Primo said, attempting to comfort Terzo in his hour of need. Terzo placed his hand over Primos and began to cry, trying to sniffle back but to no avail.

"I have done this to her. This is all my fault." He confessed, tears leaving a stream of gray down through his Papal paints.

"You have done nothing of the sort. This is her own God doing this. The Stigmata are his marks, not Lucifer's. All you did was love her fratellino…and she loved you back."

"But that's just it. It is my doing that has placed her at the forefront of God's wraith and she doesn't even truly know why." Terzo cried, looking over at Mary as she slept away, still unaware of the part she'd been doomed to play.

"You must tell her. She deserves to know." Primo beseeched him. His concern, written painfully in the lines of his face.

"I can't, I just can't…how do I tell her something like that Primo. She's a fucking Catholic nun for Lucifer's sake." Terzo blurted out, unable to control his emotions. Terzo quieted himself a moment as he heard Mary stir in her sleep. "I can't bear the thought of losing her. She would never forgive me for this. I have already messed up so much." he continued on. Primo could feel the pain in his heart, but he needed Terzo to know what they were up against.

"I fear that eventually, when the time comes…" Primo began, trying to gather his nerve to say the words aloud. Terzo looked up at him with pleading eyes.

"What Primo? What? Tell me now or quiet your prophetic tongue." Terzo snapped. Primo took no offense, he was hurting, and the words Primo would speak would only make that pain worse.

"The final stigmata wound. It is the one of the spear. That wound, Fratellino, if she receives it, will kill her and the child."

Notes:

The mention of Abraham, for those who aren't aware is in reference to the story of Abraham and Isaac from the Bible in which God told Abraham to sacrifice Issac, his only son, to prove his faith in God.

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There is a weird noise coming from somewhere. Only your OC can hear it and it is driving them crazy! -does your OC presume its supernatural and if so, what kind of ritual are they gonna perform?

INT. CHURCH OF THE BLACK KLOK

CAMERA pans from east to west end of a long hallway adorned with STAINED GLASS IMPRESSIONS OF DETHKLOK. CAMERA pans in on BAEN-SHEE and CHARLES, standing outside a door that is easily 20 feet tall. A HUM can be heard throughout.

SUPERIMPOSE: "Church of the Black Klok: 36 Hours Remain"

NITA: "I can't get that sound out of my head. Is it getting louder?"

CHERRY: "Please don't remind me of the horrible droning sound. My brain is trying to concentrate on the horrible droning sound."

CHARLES: "Ladies, I ah, want to convey a sense of gravity, here. What we are about to do will change your lives forever."

CHERRY: "Thank you for that, Charles. I wasn't getting a real feeling of impending doom out of, you know, all the hieroglyphics, giant statues, stained glass, and the fact that this place even exists in the first place."

SPARKLES lets out a sympathetic grumble.

CHARLES: "Beyond these doors, you will come face to face with your ultimate destinies as Heralds of the Chosen Ones. What you see and what you experience may be hard to believe, but I assure you it is all very real. It's important that you listen to everything I instruct you to do from this point forward. The world is counting on you. Dethklok is counting on you."

The CAMERA is positioned just behind BAEN-SHEE and CHARLES. We see CHARLES nod, and two ROBED CHURCH MEMBERS move to open the large doors. The CAMERA is flooded with white light.

CAMERA fades in to the INT of the RITUAL ROOM. It bears resemblance to the inside of an active volcano and is washed in a foreboding red light. A narrow walkway leads to a huge circular pillar of rock that takes up the majority of the room. On its floor is an inverted PENTAGRAM. At each point, a smaller pillar of rock rises from the surface - five in all. Each one bears a different symbol at its base:

The omnipresent HUM is noticeably louder.

NITA: "What is this place?"

CHARLES: "The Ritual Room. Here you will be connected to your full powers by channeling the Dethly Lights. The five of you will enter as your mortal selves. You will leave as the Five Heralds of the Metalocalypse."

EDEN shirks backwards and begins sobbing. CAJ steadies her by holding onto her shoulders.

EDEN: "I don't want to do it, I don't want to do it, I don't --"

CAJ: "Shh, it will be okay, lille. You can trust Charles."

CHERRY: "Can we, though?"

NITA: "Cherry!"

SPARKLES grunts, neutrally.

CHERRY: "I'm just saying, this is all becoming a bit much for me."

CAJ: "Big talk from someone who was brought back from t'dead."

NITA: "Caj!"

EDEN cries louder.

CAJ: "Now look what you've done."

CHERRY: "Fuck you, bitch, I wanna cry too! And if you and the business-Pope here think I'm going into that room, you've got --"

NITA: "Enough!"

EDEN stops crying. A quiet whimper from SPARKLES can be heard.

NITA: "Don't you all see? The fighting? Losing our powers? It's all connected. And it's because the good guys might not win. We have to stop this. They need our help." NITA turns her attention to CHARLES. NITA: "I'll do it. For Dethklok."

CHARLES nods.

CAJ: "I'll do it, too."

SPARKLES grunts in affirmation. EDEN quiets a sniffle and wipes her eyes.

EDEN: "For Toki... For Dethklok."

CHERRY remains defiant but upon blinking it's clear she has tears in her eyes. She looks scared, but in a beat, her countenance changes and she too turns towards CHARLES.

CHERRY: "Yeah, heh. Just when I was getting used to being alive again, too. I'm in. Lead us to our doom, commander."

CHARLES: "Very good. Now I ask if any of you have any religious, sacred, or otherwise spiritual items on your person, you leave them here. And ah --"

CHARLES scratches the side of his temple and turns around, facing away from the five women.

CHARLES: "And also any clothes you might be wearing. Heh."

#this one was hella fun #is this a look at things to come?#or am i just screwing around?#mtl #mtl oc #baen-shee #dethkomic lore #metalocalypse #dethklok #charles foster offdensen #storyteller saturday

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10 songs from shuffle vs 5 you actually listen to

I was tagged by @chiomaus for this—thank you! These come from my 7,000 song playlist on Youtube where I save all most of the songs I find online. (P.S. click the song titles to listen to them!)

10 songs from shuffle:

Café Du Monde—Tank & The Bangas: I recently heard this on the radio's funk hour and had to write it down! Beautiful melodies and harmonies, captivating horn section, what's not to love?

All Touch—Rough Trade: A Canadian Classic! Carole Pope was one of the first openly Lesbian musicians to gain a hit song in with gay themes in Canada with "High School Confidential" a few years earlier

Fools Rush In—Jo Stafford: I was trying to find a different version of this song when I found this one—although I prefer Lesley Gore's and Bow Wow Wow's versions more, its hard to be harsh on Jo Stafford and her piercingly brilliant vocals

I'll be Alone—Barbara Redd: A hidden gem from the Northern Soul scene! My favourite moment is when she sings the lyrics "home to stay" and the record quality can't quite contain her passion

Hot in Here—Jenny Owen Youngs: The first one on this list I'm a little embarrassed by. All I can say is I thought this was a clever cover back in high school.

Amen—Sarah Slean: Another Canadian gem! This whole album is great, but this is a standout track!

All the Black (Acoustic)—Cat Clyde: I forgot about this song! A good ol' tear-jerker, to be used sparingly on rainy days and lonely nights

Bachelorette—Bjork: It's a classic for a reason—one of the first songs to finally get me into Bjork

What a Day—Carl Fenton Orchestra: Another one I don't really remember saving to this playlist, but it's a good melody

Prologue: Disasterpeace: Ending on a bit of an odd note—I want to get more into chiptune but usually it's just a background thing. This one's alright, not much to say

5 i actually listen to:

These are just a few songs that have been on rotation the past few days

Billy Toppy—Men I Trust: Another Radio find—gosh that bassline! It reminds me of Joy division and Lebanon Hanover

Chapel of Love—Holly and the Italians: I love the Dixie Cups' original dearly, but there's nothing wrong and everything right with a power-pop reinterpretation!

Odds and Ends—Dionne Warwick:—A lesser known Burt Bacharach tune, but I think one of his best—again, a real tear-jerker for me if I'm feeling melancholic

Don't Take your Time—Roger Nichols & The Small Circle of Friends: Can you tell I've been in a sunshine/bubblegum/baroque pop mood lately? What can I say, I love my orchestration lush and melodies soaring!

Mama (Martyn Young Mix)—Wolfgang Press: From the Party Girl (1995) soundtrack, a great and groovy dance track to see us out!

I tag @earnedmagic , @judelaws-hairline, @uncle-girl , and @joanofarc —I can't wait to hear whats on your playlists!

#music #personal

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Hi! ~

How are you? I hope you've been doing well!

I'M really intrigued by your Fem! GREAT X England. Is there any reason why you began shipping them? What would their dynamic be like? Do you have an favorite headcanons with them? 🪽

Hello, Anon! Thank you for the ask, and I’m doing well. I hope you’re having a great day as well <3

Ship: Female Holy Roman Empire/Holy Rome x England

Reasons:

So, I’m not really certain how I started shipping them because it has been more than a year since then. But I guess it started because of the content I saw about Arthur and Elizabeth I and Jeanne d’Arc and Francis. The appearance of Jeanne in Hetalia reminded me of Fem!HRE’ in the fanarts I saw of her. They were also both very religious, and I assume that HRE would be religious because of the Catholic origins or nature of the Empire in real life. The Holy Roman Emperor is traditionally the protector of the church, and the imperial title originated from the Pope after being helped by the same man he would then crown as Emperor of the Romans. Many emperors that followed were also crowned by the Pope.

So their resemblance also led me to think about what happened to HRE and Jeanne eventually. The French’s actions resulted in the Emperor dissolving HRE, and a tribunal dominated by the English sentenced Joan to death. Francis would have been angry at Arthur because of what happened to Jeanne, and I thought that if I made Fem!HRE be an important person to Arthur, then it would lead to Arthur being angry at Francis for what happened to her. I imagine the two of them letting go of their anger and being friends, talking about these two women who were very important to them and apologizing for their people’s actions that resulted in their end. Then, Francis would meet Jeanne’s reincarnation, while England would meet Fem!Germany who was slowly remembering her memories as HRE. It’s such an interesting scenario that I got interested in shipping Fem!HRE and England together.

But right now, though, I’m more interested in Fem!HRE reincarnating as a human instead of becoming Amnesiac!Germany and England meeting her. Mentioning Germany, at the time, I was also interested in Germany x England pairing, and as we all know, Germany was theorised to be HRE. I hadn’t seen any content about HRE!Germany and England back then, so my interest in Fem!HRE and England increased. My first content about this pairing was originally about the scenario I mentioned above, with England meeting Fem!Germany who was slowly remembering her forgotten memories, but I ended up not liking the direction I was heading, so the idea was abandoned. Germany also didn’t exist before the late 19th century, and I wanted to imagine scenarios about GerEng before that century. Thankfully, the HRE!Germany theory exists. After some time, I ended up being interested in Fem!HRE x England without needing HRE to become Germany in the future. And as a person who loves rare ships, Fem!HRE x England being rarer than GerEng only drew me more to them.

Also, HRE died in the same century when Pax Britannica happened, and the thought of a man so powerful having the person he loved most dying and the public not knowing about it because their relationship was a secret (due to being personifications) was interesting. She was a living, or rather, dying proof that despite the power he held, he wouldn't be able to get everything. Considering how patriarchal society was, especially in their time, it’s heartwarming to have such a man being appreciative of a woman, so Fem!HRE instead of Male!HRE. I also wish HRE had been older and female in canon for reasons I would not mention because I already said so many things.

Another thing that interests me is how England and HRE both have empires but hers was not colonial, preventing the two empires from having direct conflicts. Her empire started in the medieval era, which had been the only empire for centuries in Western Europe, while his empire started in the modern era. What happened to them in the 19th century could be interpreted as a medieval empire meeting a modern empire in its strongest state (for her at least since she would soon die to know how strong his empire could be), and a modern empire meeting a medieval empire in its weakest state (and he would have to live with the knowledge she was dead). The contrasts are interesting.

England and HRE’s people also had interactions/connections in real life, but even if not many, I think it would emphasize how personal Arthur and Fem!HRE’s relationship was. I also love how they have canon “biological” siblings because interactions between spouses and their in-laws are interesting and can be amusing.

Dynamics/Headcanons:

I see their dynamics having similarities with Padme and Anakin’s from Star Wars and Zhongli and Guizhong’s from Genshin Impact.

Fem!HRE would be softer, while Arthur would be rougher in personality. I see her as being motherly and someone who would calm or soothe him when he was feeling overwhelmed and frown or be annoyed whenever he spoke crudely (but she would get used to it). He would be more straightforward and more of an actions type of person, while she would be more guarded and more of a words type of person.

After the Protestant Reformation happened, their religious differences would make their relationship awkward but would not be enough to destroy it. Their religious views would also be affected by how Arthur was born surrounded by pagan views, while Fem!HRE was born surrounded by Catholic views (based on what I headcanoned to be her date of existence as an individual). She was basically younger than him, born long after the conversion of Emperor Constantine I to Christianity and the fall of the Western Roman Empire, while he already existed way before that.

Talking about their different circumstances, Arthur would feel bitter about how she was born with a silver spoon in her mouth (already having an empire ever since she was born) in contrast to him, while she would feel bitter at how he ended up with an empire that was more powerful than hers could ever be and how she ended up being the one without an empire when at the beginning he was the one without an empire. Since she was able to grow older earlier than in canon, the same would apply to Feliciano (and his brother), who would remain her first love and who Arthur would be wary (or jealous) of. Her friendship with and fondness for Antonio when both were ruled by Habsburgs would also make her relationship with Arthur awkward.

I love the idea of them getting married surrounded by a few trusted witnesses in the Middle Ages and repeating their vows in the following centuries. She was also more romantic/sentimental and idealistic than Arthur and therefore would highly expect him to be an affectionate lover. Her perception of marriage would be optimistic too, influencing his decision to propose. But she was not naive not to consider the negative consequences, especially since they were not humans and she was in a world dominated by men.

It’s honestly hard to think of my favourite headcanon for them. I don’t really have an organised list of headcanons lol. But I deeply love imagining them bonding over gardening like the couple in the Secret Garden novel and sword fighting one another to practice and entertain themselves. I also love imagining her having a preference for him in the colour of red, and Arthur teasing her about it, causing her to be very flustered. And when it comes to how they met each other face-to-face and became close friends (and eventually lovers), I prefer her older brother, Saxony, to be the bridge between them because of Anglo-Saxon England and her Saxon emperors.

When it comes to parenthood, I imagine Hanover as their daughter because of the House of Hanover ruling his empire and Hanover being an electorate in her empire. At first, I’m not certain how I would characterise Hanover’s relationship with them, whether she should be a daughter or a sister. But I ended up deciding for her to be a daughter because I wanted them to have a child who knew about their secret relationship and Arthur to have a child who was not a product of his empire’s expansion; someone who he would have to see as an "equal" in a way.

As previously mentioned, England and Fem!HRE had a secret relationship. It's more heart-fluttering that way (like, the thought of him suddenly pulling her away towards a secluded area just to kiss her secretly is 🤭). Despite their roles and the challenges they had to face as personifications, they still found a way to love one another and have their own world.

#hetalia #hetalia world stars #hws holy roman empire #aph holy roman empire #nyo holy roman empire #hws england #aph england #hreeng #hetalia headcanons #hetalia rare pair #ask #edited

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violence!: 4, 14, 22

4. what was the last straw that made you finally block that annoying person?

If we’re talking about my most recent block, it was on Reddit where the dude tried to argue gender essentialism at me. Basically, he asserted that my call to write women like people was bullshit and that women should be written like women (weak and helpless). Yeah, I did not and do not have the emotional bandwidth to deal with that shit.

Even better though, when other people in the thread brought up Ellen Ripley as an example of where a role was originally written for a man but Sigourney Weaver was cast instead. The dude then stated he had never watched any of the Alien movies, but he read the Wikipedia article on Ripley and assumed she must be a boring and poorly written character because she was a woman.

Yeah, dude … delete your fucking account. All of your accounts, everywhere.

Tumblr blocks? Yeah, it was the Nth blog that posted the TOG van speech verbatim and declared JoeNicky to be the most perfect thing ever. Went into the blog, found their AO3, blocked that, then blocked their Tumblr. Because clearly this person and I have nothing to say to each other, and I’m tired and I get petty when I’m tired.

14. that one thing you see in fics all the time

Making the bottom in an m/m ship extremely feminized, sometimes straight up infantilized. This isn’t to say there aren’t feminine gay dudes in RL, because there are. I’m talking about fan works.

I don’t know if it’s out of ignorance, sexism, misogyny, or just boring-ass heteronormativity, this idea that someone has to be the “girl” in a same-sex pairing. And every time I see it, I’m reminded of this little cartoon:

I don’t really get top/bottom discourse and especially the need to assign specific personality traits to the top or the bottom. It was something I set out to not do in my m/m Bessimu fics. I wanted to write them as equals, and I think I succeeded.

(FWIW, I see Bessimu as both being switches, because that’s more fun. I also find it hot to write Bessières as a power bottom dom and Murat as the submissive service top, and it’s not what one would expect when judging them by their public personas.)

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

From The Old Guard? Those three and a half thousand years that Andy spent alone as the only immortal on the planet (as far as anyone knows).

I’ve been wanting to explore that period and, yes, it’s fucking intimidating. Historical documentation is more miss than hit once you start going back to certain points in human history.

Three and a half thousand years is a really fucking long time. What did Andy do, where did she go? What did she see? There’s a lot of potential to mine there, and maybe I’ll do it someday.

For the Napoleonics? Joseph Fouché is a fucking amoral bastard, but I think people forget he tried to save Marshal Ney. Ney, being Ney, was either politically naive, stubborn, and/or he just wanted to fucking die already when he refused Fouché’s offer of fake papers and an passport to sneak out of France in the aftermath of Napoleon’s second abdication.

(I’ve also read that Laurent de Gouvion St. Cyr was the one who offered the passport and papers, so take the above with the proverbial grain of salt. St. Cyr did vote for exile in the final trial, which lends weight to that too.)

I also have a shitload of question marks around Bessières’ final years and the way it gets treated by academics, but that may be better off in a post of its own.

For Star Trek ... no one ever really talks about what kind of influence Sisko might have had on the Bajorans other than just being the Emissary/Space Jesus. Like, did baseball become a national sport and baseball leagues spring up all over the planet? Is there ticky-tacky Emissary merchandise one can purchase, like humans have in real life of the Pope?

(Sisko did show up on a pack of Bajoran tarot cards in Lower Decks, and I squealed over that, ngl.)

Thanks for asking! 😘

#asks

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croskeys · 19 days ago

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John 14:26 But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you everything and remind you of all that I have said to you.

We recently celebrated the Kirkin' of the Tartans here at Eastminster, a nod to our Reformed Protestant faith that prospered under our Scottish forebears and was brought to North American shores by many who immigrated over. Also on that Sunday, many churches celebrated Reformation Sunday, marking the occasion in 1517 when Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses on the church door in Wittenburg. With these events aligning, a Presbyterian pastor colleague of mine posted a cartoon on social media, which I found amusing given the cups of coffee that fuel my Sunday mornings.

Coffee began to arrive in Europe around 1515, but it likely didn't reach Germany until the late 1600s, meaning that Luther probably never tried it while developing his theses. However, the arrival of coffee helped foster the concept of the coffeehouse, which spread across Europe and became renowned in cities like Vienna. These coffeehouses provided venues for discussing news, politics, philosophy, and religion. In a roundabout way, we might indeed thank coffee for inspiring new ways of thinking about church and theology.

All that said in good humor, we remember the words of Jesus in the gospel of John, chapter 14, verses 26, "But the Advocate, (or Helper or Comforter) the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you everything and remind you of all that I have said to you." So, we know that it's The Holy Spirit, in coming to disciples on Pentecost, that has guided, helped, comforted, and powered Christians throughout the centuries. That includes Martin Luther. That includes Christians today. In Luther's thoughts and trials...in the Creeds and Confessions...to the work of the Kingdom that we participate in to this day, God the Holy Spirit is at work and through It, we have far more energy for the good work of Christ than anything in this world can give us, including a cup of strong Starbucks.

Anecdotally, according to William Ukers in All About Coffee, when Pope Clement VIII first sipped a cup a joe to see if it was evil or not he declared "Why, this Satan’s drink is so delicious that it would be a pity to let the infidels have exclusive use of it. We shall fool Satan by baptizing it, and making it a truly Christian beverage." While this supposed quote is truly inspiring to me as I have my coffee making the rounds on a Sunday morning at Eastminster, let's all remember at the end of the day that we ultimately point to the Holy Spirit's power and inspiration in all that we do.

Prayer: God, we celebrate Your Holy Spirit, our Advocate and Comforter, and we give thanks for Your guidance, wisdom, and strength that comes to us through It. You have been with us through the ages, empowering the faithful, inspiring prophets, and comforting those in need. We feel Your presence among us, leading us in truth and helping us to understand the depth of Your Love. Amen

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spongebobafettywap · 2 months ago

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Anons remind me to share some Linkara videos on Austen's run so we can discuss here

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So it was that storyline where the Church of Humanity decided to crucify a bunch of X-men most of whom survived thanks to Angel's healing blood except for Skin who Linkara hilariously overreacts to as if Skin was this majorly memorable X-Men character. Cyclops also decides to keep nagging and lecturing Kurt about being a leader and its like Scott please shut up and let Kurt think and speak lmao.

Chuck Austen not knowing the difference between different Christian denominations and thinking Catholics believe in the Rapture and also the Church of Humanity has enough sway to make Kurt into a pope and revealing him as a mutant will make Christians all believe he's the Antichrist but also they recognise he's a mutant and will attack other mutants eventually genociding them all.

I also love when Linkara said that their plan to enter the church was to have Wolverine and Polaris hang back was idiotic because you know the guy with healing factor and razor sharp claws and the lady who has the power of magnetism definitely couldn't take the brunt of any damage thrown at them and easily dismantle any weaponry inside. I just like hearing Lorna get acknowledge as powerful. This is probably the worst story Austen wrote but at least it was done in 2 issues lmao.

#Maz answers #X-Men

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whereareroo · 5 months ago

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MAKE GOD SMILE

WF THOUGHTS (6/16/24).

I recently watched a fascinating documentary about the recording of the song “We Are The World” in 1985. The project presented many huge challenges. I’m amazed that they got the job done. It was a miracle.

You may not be familiar with the backstory. There was a famine in Africa. Harry Belafonte, a highly influential musician and activist, came up with the idea of putting together a “supergroup” of American superstars to record a song to benefit famine relief in Africa. To attract the superstars, Harry knew that he would need an impressive leadership team for the project. He convinced Michael Jackson and Lionel Richie, the reigning megastars, to write the song. He convinced Quincy Jones, the #1 record producer, to produce the song. That was the easy part.

The project was a logistical nightmare. How was anybody going to get 45 of America’s greatest musicians together at the same time for a recording session? They decided to do it in Los Angeles on the night of the American Music Awards. After the awards show, the artists secretly went to a local recording studio. Most of them got there at about 9:00 p.m. It was the first time that they saw the song. (In fact, the song itself was only completed that very day.) They started recording at about 10:30 p.m., and they worked through the night. They finished at 8:00 a.m.

The participants were a who’s who of American musical greatness. The first verse was performed by Lionel Ritchie, Stevie Wonder, Paul Simon, Kenny Rogers, Tina Turner, and Billy Joel. The first chorus was done by Michael Jackson and Diana Ross. The second verse was done by Dionne Warwick and Willie Nelson, followed with a chorus by Bruce Springsteen, Kenny Loggins, Steve Perry, and Daryl Hall. The main vocals were completed by Huey Lewis, Cyndi Lauper, Kim Carnes, Bob Dylan, and Ray Charles. The background vocalists included Harry Belafonte, La Toya Jackson, Randy Jackson, Waylon Jennings, Bette Midler, and Smokey Robinson. All of those superstars were together in the same room for almost 12 hours. Isn’t that a miracle? The song raised more than $80 million for famine relief.

Last week, another miracle happened. A group of 107 comedians, from all over the world, gathered in the same room for a two hour meeting. This wasn’t some ragtag group of comics. It was the biggest names in the business. The American comedians included Conan O’Brien, Stephen Colbert, Jimmy Fallon, Whoopi Goldberg, Chris Rock, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Jim Gaffigan, Kathleen Madigan, and David Sedaris. (If you’re not familiar with the last three, take a look at some of their stuff.) It was a room of heavy hitters.

Who had the power to gather this impressive group? The Pope! He has more power than the combined forces of Harry Belafonte, Michael Jackson, Lionel Richie, and Quincy Jones. When the Pope calls you to a meeting, you go. No questions asked. Getting called by the Pope isn’t a joke.

Why did Pope Francis want to meet with 107 funny people? The Pope wanted to thank them for bringing joy and laughter to the world. He praised them for using their artistry “to spread peace and smiles.” He reminded them that comedy promotes unity because “laughter is contagious.” He noted that laughter “helps to break down social barriers” and “create connections amongst people.” The Pope asked the comedians to spread cheer throughout the world, “especially to those who have the hardest time looking at life with hope.” The Pope blessed the comedians and closed by saying: “Remember this: when you manage to draw knowing smiles from the lips of even one spectator, you also make God smile.”

I’m thrilled that we have a Pope who appreciates comedy. The Catholic Church needs more laughter. The Pope’s blessing of the comedians included a joke: “I ask you to please pray for me- -FOR, with a smile, NOT AGAINST.” I’ll happily pray for any Pope who promotes smiles and laughter.

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dylantidprssnt · 1 year ago

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Because I need to write an essay on the Propaganda of Reformation and Revolution... here are my notes/outline

Martin Luther posted his 95 thesis and as my professor put it, it was "the original clickbait." These notes are in my own words and are based on what the authors wrote. These do not necessarily coincide with my beliefs (as I am a heathen).

The Catholic Church didn't like it, and the word propaganda comes from the Congregatio de Propaganda Fide or ‘congregation for propagation of the faith.’ This was part of the counter-reformation. The documents that we had to read re: reformation and counter-reformation were The Babylonian Captivity of the Church by Martin Luther and Exsurge Domine by Pope Leo X. All of this started because of Indulgences and the little couplet that Friar Tetzel used, "When the coin in the coffer rings, the soul from Purgatory rings."

On the Babylonian Captivity of the Church

95 Theses said only purchased indulgences were wrong; all "Indulgences are wicked devices of the flatterers of Rome."

Papal Primacy isn't justified.

Sacraments are for the laity as well as the clergy.

Luther thanked the people who spoke to him to correct his 95 theses because he realized how fucked up the church was.

He talks about the difference between "delivered" and "permitted." "Delivered" means given to them, and "permitted" means allowing them to have two very different things. The church at the time was replacing delivered and received with permitted.

"I see this man is possessed by an angel of Satan..." I think he means either the Pope or one of his detractors.

'I am doing this so they can think about this matter and maybe change their minds.'

This is written when there are two Popes, one in Rome and one in France.

'There are only three sacraments, really it's one but I'll recognize these 3 things as part of that one: baptism, penance, and the bread.' The bread is Eucharist/Communion.

Uses the word "papist" to mean Catholic, and doesn't recognize the power of the Pope. "Concerning the Lord's Supper"

Both the bread and the cup are essential to the Eucharist.

All who want to partake and seek should receive.

Stop gatekeeping, Church.

He calls denying any part of the sacraments "Treason against the gospel."

Priests who deny either the bread or the cup are sinning because "This do ye, as oft as ye shall do it, in remembrance of me."

He uses the phrase "tyranny of Rome" a lot.

The Bible is literal, not symbols. The blood is the wine, and the bread is the flesh. (Blames Aristotelian philosophy being introduced to the church.

A testament is done at the end of life; therefore, it was important that God came and became man, and Jesus was both God and man simultaneously.

He reiterates that the cup, which is the blood, is vital to all rituals in the church. The blood cancels sin, and that is the inheritance given to man.

Faith alone.

The Old Testament of Moses- the inheritance was Canaan.

Believers should have daily exercise of faith.

Luther was very against the secretive way that consecration and prayer were handled.

Promise and Faith

Only Faith is necessary for the preparation of Mass.

He uses scripture (holy writings) to make his points.

He accuses the church of straying and proclaiming themselves the way to God.

You can only believe for yourself, not for others.

The practices that were adopted were not of God.

The collection is a sacrifice, used to help others.

"In the matter itself of the mass and the sacrament, we are all equal, priests and layman."

A mass given, whether by a good priest or a bad priest, is still a mass. Concerning the Sacrament of Baptism

Satan isn't able to nullify the benefits of baptism in children even though he did for adults.

"He who believes and is baptized will be saved."

People need constant reminders that they are baptized.

Baptism is the foundation of all sacraments.

The only way to lose salvation once baptized is to not believe.

Sacraments are for nourishing faith.

Even though a man is doing the baptism, God is really doing it. As long as it is done in the name of the Lord, it does the job.

Being showy is an "injury to Christian liberty."

The vow of celibacy, obedience, and poverty aren't in the Bible; therefore, it's sus.

No more vows; they are a prison to those who make them.

Free from all laws, except God's.

He declared to "the Pope and all papists, that, unless they shall throw aside all of their laws and traditions, and restore liberty to the churches of Christ, and cause that liberty to be taught, they are guilty of the death of all the souls which are perishing in this wretched bondage, and that the papacy is in truth nothing else than the kingdom of Babylon and of the very Antichrist."

The Pope's decrees are evil.

Baptism is forever unless you stop believing and don't start back up.

The Pope is a tyrant.

Consent!

Baptism does not only wash away the sins but also represents death and resurrection.

The days of martyrs was a better time for Christianity.

Not actions but belief.

"The sacraments are effectual signs fo grace."

Priests are the same as any other person.

The Pope has committed 2 errors: He acts as if he is the authority above all others, and allows people to become priests if they are married but don't consummate.

No vows before puberty.

More to come from this reading.... it is long.

#Propaganda #Martin Luther #The Babylonian Captivity of the Church #University student

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roman-catholic-mass-readings · 1 year ago

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10th November >> Mass Readings (USA)

Pope Saint Leo the Great, Doctor

Friday, Thirty First Week in Ordinary Time.

Friday, Thirty First Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: White: A (1))

(Readings for the feria (Friday))

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Friday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Romans 15:14-21 A minister of Christ Jesus to the Gentiles, so that the offering up of the Gentiles may be acceptable.

I myself am convinced about you, my brothers and sisters, that you yourselves are full of goodness, filled with all knowledge, and able to admonish one another. But I have written to you rather boldly in some respects to remind you, because of the grace given me by God to be a minister of Christ Jesus to the Gentiles in performing the priestly service of the Gospel of God, so that the offering up of the Gentiles may be acceptable, sanctified by the Holy Spirit. In Christ Jesus, then, I have reason to boast in what pertains to God. For I will not dare to speak of anything except what Christ has accomplished through me to lead the Gentiles to obedience by word and deed, by the power of signs and wonders, by the power of the Spirit of God, so that from Jerusalem all the way around to Illyricum I have finished preaching the Gospel of Christ. Thus I aspire to proclaim the Gospel not where Christ has already been named, so that I do not build on another’s foundation, but as it is written:

Those who have never been told of him shall see, and those who have never heard of him shall understand.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 98:1, 2-3ab, 3cd-4

R/ The Lord has revealed to the nations his saving power.

Sing to the LORD a new song, for he has done wondrous deeds; His right hand has won victory for him, his holy arm.

R/ The Lord has revealed to the nations his saving power.

The LORD has made his salvation known: in the sight of the nations he has revealed his justice. He has remembered his kindness and his faithfulness toward the house of Israel.

R/ The Lord has revealed to the nations his saving power.

All the ends of the earth have seen the salvation by our God. Sing joyfully to the LORD, all you lands; break into song; sing praise.

R/ The Lord has revealed to the nations his saving power.

Gospel Acclamation 1 John 2:5

Alleluia, alleluia. Whoever keeps the word of Christ, the love of God is truly perfected in him. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Luke 16:1-8 For the children of this world are more prudent in dealing with their own generation than are the children of light.

Jesus said to his disciples, “A rich man had a steward who was reported to him for squandering his property. He summoned him and said, ‘What is this I hear about you? Prepare a full account of your stewardship, because you can no longer be my steward.’ The steward said to himself, ‘What shall I do, now that my master is taking the position of steward away from me? I am not strong enough to dig and I am ashamed to beg. I know what I shall do so that, when I am removed from the stewardship, they may welcome me into their homes.’ He called in his master’s debtors one by one. To the first he said, ‘How much do you owe my master?’ He replied, ‘One hundred measures of olive oil.’ He said to him, ‘Here is your promissory note. Sit down and quickly write one for fifty.’ Then to another he said, ‘And you, how much do you owe?’ He replied, ‘One hundred measures of wheat.’ He said to him, ‘Here is your promissory note; write one for eighty.’ And the master commended that dishonest steward for acting prudently. For the children of this world are more prudent in dealing with their own generation than the children of light.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Pope Saint Leo the Great, Doctor

(Liturgical Colour: White: A (1))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Friday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Sirach 39:6-11 He who studies the law of the Most High will be filled with the spirit of understanding.

If it pleases the LORD Almighty, he who studies the law of the Most High will be filled with the spirit of understanding; He will pour forth his words of wisdom and in prayer give thanks to the LORD, Who will direct his knowledge and his counsel, as he meditates upon his mysteries. He will show the wisdom of what he has learned and glory in the law of the LORD’s covenant. Many will praise his understanding; his fame can never be effaced; Unfading will be his memory, through all generations his name will live; Peoples will speak of his wisdom, and in assembly sing his praises.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 37:3-4, 5-6, 30-31

R/ The mouth of the just murmurs wisdom.

Trust in the LORD and do good that you may dwell in the land and be fed in security. Take delight in the LORD, and he will grant you your heart’s requests.

R/ The mouth of the just murmurs wisdom.

Commit to the LORD your way; trust in him, and he will act. He will make justice dawn for you like the light; bright as the noonday shall be your vindication.

R/ The mouth of the just murmurs wisdom.

The mouth of the just man tells of wisdom and his tongue utters what is right. The law of his God is in his heart, and his steps do not falter.

R/ The mouth of the just murmurs wisdom.

Gospel Acclamation Mark 1:17

Alleluia, alleluia. Come after me, says the Lord, and I will make you fishers of men. Alleluia, alleluia.

Gospel Matthew 16:13-19 You are Peter, and upon this rock I will build my Church.

When Jesus went into the region of Caesarea Philippi he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that the Son of Man is?” They replied, “Some say John the Baptist, others Elijah, still others Jeremiah or one of the prophets.” He said to them, “But who do you say that I am?” Simon Peter said in reply, “You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.” Jesus said to him in reply, “Blessed are you, Simon son of Jonah. For flesh and blood has not revealed this to you, but my heavenly Father. And so I say to you, you are Peter, and upon this rock I will build my Church, and the gates of the netherworld shall not prevail against it. I will give you the keys to the Kingdom of heaven. Whatever you bind on earth shall be bound in heaven; and whatever you loose on earth shall be loosed in heaven.”

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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