It was a stormy day and Jesus had just gotten back from his daily walk (on water of course). John, the one whom Christ loved, was waiting on the mount for his sermon.
"I love listening to the sultry sweetness of my Lord's voice echoing in my ears and making its way to my devoted heart," John said poetically. He was a very poetic fellow, you see.
All of the sudden, as John was wondering why the math wasn't mathing for their food-to-people ratio, Nicodemus approached him. Nicodemus was an evil P-word, practically the earthly equivalent to S**** himself.
"Ew, are you Christian-curious or something?"
Nicodemus stuttered like the old man he was. "Umm uh no uhm I mean I could never uh definitely not."
"Sure. You filthy atheist."
Nicodemus ran away cutely like the coward he was. Not long after, Jesus majestically made his way to John.
"I tell you the truth-" Christ started.
John interrupted him. "Jesus, must you always start your verses with that?"
"Dearest Johnny brother, I know you are writing my every word down like the creepy disciple you are, so I at least want to sound sophisticated. It's hard to come across as respectable when you were born in a barn. Not very godly of me."
John thought for a moment. "Valid point, Lord. L birth."
"I know. My mother was not a very Proverbs 31 woman. I'm ashamed."
"I hate to interrupt you, Inner Man, but I'm afraid these townsfolk are waiting to hear you preach. I mean, not that I don't want to listen to you all day because I most definitely do, I could fall asleep to the sound of your holy words vibrating in my-"
"It is finished, John. Let me leave you here." And as Jesus walked away, he thought of how annoyingly clingy John was and how it was probably due to the lack of a suitable father figure.
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Jesus x John x Nicodemus
SpiritualThe one whom Christ loves (John) is a bit too affectionate with Jesus. Nicodemus tries to deal with his growing feelings for the enemy. Who will Jesus choose: the clingy disciple or the bad boy Pharisee?
