DBZ X-Readers

Whis x Reader x Beerus Pt. 2 'Sacrilege' (LEMON)

Author's Note: Lemony goodness ahoy. Seriously, people. A little noncon going on, slight yandereish too.

Halfway through I just said, "F**k it, I'm having fun tonight."

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You weren't the least bit shy about telling the priest what had happened. You showed him the small scratches on your throat, and asked what you should do. He'd said that it had to be cleaned daily for a week but surely six days was enough?

But he reassured you. There had been a break-in, but it would not happen again. He'd have a few other priests around in the next room over--it would all be fine. And you could simply take half the time you usually did. All would be well.

You weren't convinced.

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Your morning shower irritated the hell out of the scratches, but you said nothing. You put your hair up to keep it out of the way, and once you'd changed into the gown hurried into the room, Desperately trying not to panic yet again, of course.

And for two hours, there was nothing but silence. You began to relax. Things would turn out fine after all.

Almost as soon as you had that though you heard the whispers returning.

"...few hours..."

"...best part." There was a chuckle.

They were back. Whoever they were, they were back. You tried to ignore the creeping feeling of fear, but after another half-hour you couldn't bear it any longer. It didn't matter if you got into any trouble, you just wanted to be away from those voices.

"Don't go."

The first voice was back the second you took a step past the altar. Clear as a bell, too, and gentle...but firm. Only this time you were sure you heard it behind you.

"Now you're just teasing her."

You heard the second voice, the husky one, speak that time, and afterwards it seemed to laugh.

What had changed? You heard them both very plainly, and not in the whispers that had been going on the last few days. Perhaps this being the seventh day had something to do with it?

And then the dots finally started to connect as you were absently polishing a candleholder. The priest had said something about a ritual, but he'd also said...offering. In a week.

Nothing had been set up in here, and you were the only one who'd been allowed inside, if what the priest had said was any indication. In a white gown.

Were you...?

You bolted for the door--or at least, you would have, if you hadn't run into someone.

Someone.

When you looked up you noted odd clothes first, blue skin second, and a beautiful pair of lavender eyes third. But fear overpowered you quickly and you backed in the opposite direction, only to feel someone else behind you.

"I can never understand why they try to run," said the husky voice, belonging to the one behind you, "Really, what do they think that will accomplish?"

"It's a natural reaction, my lord."

"This--" you cringed as the energy in your mind pushed at its limits. You quickly repressed it, but in the time it took you to do that, found the one behind you wrapping one arm around your waist and putting the other hand at your throat as it had the day before.