Religiousguilt Stories

Chan and Hyunjin both hate church for different reasons. Do those things bring them close?

𝐒𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞. Cindy Johnson hates Nancy Wheeler. The feeling is mutual.

When Lily, a pastor's daughter, returns from a church retreat, she's met with whispers of a scandal: a minister's daughter, Jane, has "gone astray" - battling addiction and embracing her forbidden love for a woman. As Lily navigates her own growing feelings for Jane, she's torn between loyalty to her faith and the pull of her heart. Jane, unapologetically herself, becomes Lily's anchor and temptation. But can their love survive the weight of religious guilt and the secrets that bind them?

Where two friends are both raised to believe but one of them starts doubting. Bound by family, faith and a love neither of them dares to name, they grow together until belief is the very thing that tears them apart. Will Angel and Solace ever find their way back to each other?

When Brody Hayes joins the photography club and meets the charming president, Andrew Sterling, he can't help the emotions that run through him. As the lines between platonic and romantic blur, he can't help but question himself. What if everything he believed in was wrong?

Oneshots centered around our favorite avocados at law.

Jiaoze-Mozeqiu LOTS OF TW : (no spoils so pls go to the "info" chapter) War was another kind of horror: a gruesome, bloody and unfair feast, where only the luckiest or maybe the most deranged were crowned of golden bay leaf. What a prize. Bloodied hands, cheered names, and the foreign feeling of having once humanity. Even if he left his past behind, more by necessity than real choice, he would never stand with such unfairness. He knew both sides, they were his past, his present and his future. He had been familiar with the comforting presence of the Abundance, the safety of life itself, and the nightmarish tremor of rotting alive. Then, he will live surrounded by the constant satisfaction of victory, knowing that he will be part of those who rule the law of the strongest, and the constant memories of the SINS committed for the better great of your nation. Even if it was his destiny -if there is such thing as destiny-, he remained a child of Merciful Medicus After all Old habits die hard. Moze never felt like he belonged in the Yoaqing, but neither in the sect. He was too different, ripped of his childhood but also way too rootted into traditions to behave. He coudn't even hope for slavation, his soul was as putrid as the rotting corpses at his feets. He couldn't even understand where all those strong feeling toward the healer came from ? Jiaoqiu never wronged him, and yet, he felt as if he wanted to stad himself in the stomac everytime he saw him smile. May Sanctus Medicus have pity on him. cover by me

When a troubled Irish teen named Lore Donovan uncovers his family's buried ties to the Fae, he's pulled into the ruthless politics of the Aos Sí and forced to decide whether hiding from the world is safer than embracing a legacy that could shatter both his mind and reality itself.

Lily Evans should be happy. She's the perfect pretty little christian girl, her family sings her praises, her boyfriend is the star football player, her grades are no less than perfect and she has great friends... So why isn't she happy? Pandora Rosier is happy. She doesn't have the perfect life, far from it actually. Her family isn't the best. Noises are too loud, colours too bright. She's always been different. weird. She doesn't know why, she just knows that she's not like everyone else. But none of that matters as long as she has her brother by her side, he's all she'll ever need. What happens when the perfect unhappy girl meets the non-perfect happy girl? How will they change each other's worlds and what will they do when their realities seem to collapse around them, everything they knew changing to something... different. _____________ Muggle au with internalized homophobia and religious guilt Lily, as well as undiagnosed autistic Pandora.

"Dear Future Husband, I hope you're a woman." Isla Ross had been tasked with writing a religious Dear Future Husband journal for grading, and for social matchmaking purposes. But her heart really isn't into it. She takes a journey figuring out that she doesn't like men at all, and figures out what that means for her in her religion. And life suddenly gets chaotic when she discovers her true self.

It all started with Nikolai Gogol being too restless to keep in the house. It ended with Fyodor Dostoevsky realising his feelings for the man.

Keys lives by the rules she was raised with. Angel knows by none of them. When a year-long project binds them together, what begins as simple partnership starts to a little too much like forbidden fruit. Between sleepless nights, language lessons and nosy friends, they soon learn that heaven might not just be a place waiting for them. It might somewhere they find, if they're brave enough to stay.

A work inspired by people affected by religious trauma. Dedicated to the aforementioned people and the self-labeled "Christians". ~ Always told to follow the Bible. Always told to do exactly as it says. Always told to avoid what people deem sinful. Always told to watch closely for traps. Is it wrong for one to be oneself? Is it wrong to ask? Is it wrong to doubt? Unfortunate people. Merely listening to the teachings of a pastor, made to be nothing more than blind followers, their tithes buying forgiveness and salvation. Dictating others to do the same; to abandon their curiosity to know more, to abandon all common sense, and focus on God. And with them their victims. Unfortunate people. Slapped and spanked with a stick, calling it discipline. Shunned and ostracized from the community, deeming them sinful. The poor outcasts. The poor lost people. Won't anyone hear our pleas? Won't anyone console us, reassure us, be there for us? Lost in the dark. We're used to it now. As we look back to the church, still unchanging, we wonder, "Is this the God we're supposed to love?" Which is scarier, the horrors of the world or the horrors of the "church"?

Two rock musicians, Eden and Iris, one local and one global, fall in love.

Six Weeks in July is a story about heat, heartbreak, and the kind of love that never really leaves you. Every July, B is sent from the city to the country-a place full of sun-bleached roads, quiet guilt, and Elijah Jameson: the preacher's son with stormy green eyes and a secret carved deep in his chest. Last summer, something happened between them. Now, with just six weeks to burn, they fall back into each other's orbit. Slowly. Messily. Desperately. But faith, family, and the past still haunt every moment. And in a town that forgives everything but the truth, their love might be the one sin they can't hide.

New apartment, new side of town. Just when Choi Han thinks about starting anew, the past comes to bite him, opening old wounds he had barely stitched up.

Ranboo was almost one when their mother started taking them to church every Sunday. They were four when she started doing drugs and then crying and asking God for forgiveness when they wore off. They are eight when they meet Tubbo, and nine when they meet Tommy. They are eleven when they learn about LGBTQ+ and realizes they are aroace and non binary. Warning for: Self harm, christianity, religious guilt, drugs, alcohol, abuse, sexual assualt, blood, panic attacks, anxiety, depression, etc. There will be individual warnings on each chapter. This directly ties into my Wilbur angst story Help Me Feel Ok, they are in the same universe and stuff so yeah.

"You think I don't know this is wrong?" he murmured, voice just above a whisper. "You think I don't hate the way I feel when you look at me like I'm a mistake waiting to happen?" Taehyung flinched but Jungkook only stepped closer. "But I'd still drag you into hell with me, Taehyung. Gladly. Because I'd rather burn beside you than live untouched without you." Taehyung opened his mouth to speak but Jungkook didn't let him. "You belong to me. Not because I deserve you, fuck, I probably don't. But because I need you. And that's the ugliest, truest thing I've ever said." "And still," he whispered, stepping closer until there was barely any space left between them, "if hell had a place for people like me, I'd drag you there with me. Clawing, screaming, breaking and I wouldn't let go." His eyes were glassy, furious. "Because you belong to me. Even if God doesn't approve. Even if I don't. Even if I fucking choke on it every night." Taehyung swallowed hard but Jungkook leaned in, just enough to let the words fall like a curse against his lips. "You're the one thing I can't pray away." There was a pause. The silence between them buzzed like electricity, heavy with everything unsaid. "So run, hate me, scream all you want," Jungkook whispered, "But don't you dare pretend you're not already mine." ✯Taekook✯

a drabble and a poem.

{Original Story, I own these characters and story.} Dexter, a young, rebellious boy is taken on an adventure with his best friend to an abandoned city one night after Aster, an older boy with too many issues to count, invites them. Where'd everyone go? Why'd they all leave?? Or What happens when a group of rag tag teenage vigilantes team up and try to stop their city from ending up the others.