‹𝟹 ━━ ❝ 𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗠𝗬 𝗪𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗙𝗘. ❞ 009. ﹒ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋﹗ ╰┈➤ 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 your relationship was too much to be "just friends" but too less to become "lovers." ━ CHILDE x gn!reader ━ chatfic, smau, angst Made by 𝐯𝐜𝐧𝐨𝐦_, 08/05/24 ↳ current status: finished

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

To earn the freedom to write her headlines in the newspaper, Fiorisce has to expose the rot buried deep beneath Dr. Xalvien's pristine reputation. *** Fiorisce Lavandula is a rising journalist with one dream: to make it to the front page. Her assignment? Uncover the truth behind Xalvien Vouganville, the beloved psychiatrist with a reputation too spotless to be true. The search for scandal becomes a journey through Xalvien's damaged mind. Xalvenge, the volatile, haunted, and mysterious attorney, is hidden behind Xalvien's calm façade--the secret locked away by years of trauma from a shadowed asylum stay. As they solve mysteries, Fiorisce's ambition is tested by forces bigger than fame. When secrets threaten Xalvien's reputation, she must decide whether to expose the story or protect the person who trusted her enough to let her in. DISCLAIMER: This story is written in Taglish.

━━━━━ ( 信仰 ) - ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ❜ ↳ Isekai is no job for the weak, especially not when you have been transmigrated into a horror game where religion is number one, placed above all. When Y/n finds out he has reincarnated as a B-Class side character, one who is destined to die as a human sacrifice to the god they worship, he is determined to prove his faith, to join the Church...so he won't be slaughtered. But first, he must work himself into the priest's good graces. But how ironic, isn't it? That the Priest worships a god, but acts like the devil. **old version found in discord twisted faith channel: pinned message HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in malereader #1 in male #6 in bl #7 in malexmale #14 in original Art Credits: @reverenced_cicada