#book of mormon fanfiction

[succulentsofa]

11.7k / mcpricely ✨

finally finished the fic 😭 this Took It Out of me but it was so fun to write!! i just know my 2017 self is cheering so loud rn

[theater-goul]

Oh little gay repressed mormon boys with religious guilt in my head how i adore you

[a-three-part-mini-opera]

characters calling their bf/gf/love interest nicknames is one of my favorite things ever.

Like, for newsies, like Jack calling David 'Davey' and 'Dave' and Davey calling him 'Jackie' is just so cuteee

or like Race being one of the only people who call spot 'spottie' or something, because he finds it funny that it makes him so flustered.

Or for tbom AUs where connor and kevin are together, them just shortening each others names into 'con' and 'kev' like awwww i just can't contain how happy it makes me feel.

one more example cause i gotta include my main three musical fixations...

in act two whizzvin calling eachother 'marv' and 'baby'

and i can just imagine the lesbians having so many adorable nicknames for each other like omggg

[elposting]

Could you guys send some mcpricely fic recs my way?? I’ve been scouring ao3 and I cannot find anything (longer) I like

Longfics I’ve read already:

we don’t deserve love

cardboard mother

nosocomephobia

second star to the right

At this point im pretty much open to anything tag/trope wise lol

Pls you guys im desperate 🙏🙏

[the-woman-upstairs]

Favorite Horror Novels I Read in 2023:

[lylawrites]

(Small spoiler from the Book of Bill, but it's not really that serious of one)

The way, I'm seriously considering getting one of the tattoos referenced in the Book of Bill. Like, some of them are kinda sick ngl. But idk if I want Bill Cipher using my arm as a gateway is kinda of freaky

[nope-secret]

Had a conversation about religious fanfiction recently and my friend asked "would a fanfic in which Jesus doesn't die count as a fix-it-fic?"

Which brought us to the following question:

[fishcowwrites]

Casual - A Mcpricely Songfic

Kevin Price x Connor Mckinley from the Book of Mormon Musical

Part 1 of The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Mormon

Song is Casual by Chappell Roan 2.1k words

warnings: manipulation, abuse (physical, ever so slightly kind of alluded to sexual)

My friends call me a loser

cause I’m still hanging around

Connor Mckinley didn’t know what to do. He had sacrificed everything for Kevin with no reward. he lost his family and his faith for a boy who didn’t love him. Poptarts and some of the other elders had tried to comfort him, but their air of superiority was something Connor couldn’t handle.

I’ve heard so many rumors

that I’m just a girl that you bang on your couch

Word of what had happened had certainly gotten back to his family, not to mention the church. Connor went back to his old home once to pick up all his things, and he couldn’t handle the judgmental stares from everyone. This whole situation was definitely not helping his family’s perception of queer people.

I thought you thought of me better

someone you couldn’t lose

When they were first excommunicated, Kevin had finally stood up and taken charge. The book of Arnold took a very different stance on same-sex couples, and it was the push that Connor had needed to confess. The first couple of weeks had been pure bliss, with constant affirmations of love. Connor truly had thought that they’d be together forever.

you said “we’re not together”

so now when we kiss, I have anger issues

you said “baby, no attachment”

After a little while, the magic began to wear off. Kevin started to withdraw, stealing longing looks at any semi-decent man he happened to come across. When Connor confronted him, Kevin told the truth. Their “relationship” was a stance against the church. A bit of rebellious fun. But the sex was good, so why should it stop? Despite all of this, Connor couldn’t bring himself to disappoint Kevin. So, he let Kevin kiss him and touch him and fuck him while Connor choked back his tears and feelings alike.

but we’re

knee-deep in the passenger seat

and you’re eating me out

is it casual now?

Their “first time” really was the first time for both of them. None of the other elders knew about them, so it couldn’t happen in the mission hut. Kevin had managed to convince Gotswana to lend them his truck, which he did begrudgingly. It was cramped and awkward and they didn’t know what to do, but the passion and thrill of it all was enough for them.

two weeks, 

and you mom invites me

to her house in long beach

is it casual now?

Arnold, bless his soul, seemed none the wiser of the truth. When they all moved back to the states, he had been the most insistent of all the elders about keeping in touch. Most of them had split between the two coasts, with Kevin and Connor in New York while Arnold and Naba had moved to California. Connor had gotten a call from Arnold about “the super cool secret not-really-secret very awesome meet up plans” and how he was so excited. With a little questioning, Connor realized Kevin was going to California, and Arnold thought he’d be coming too. With Kevin. As a couple. Connor didn’t know what to say, so he simply hung up. And he pretended not to notice when Kevin disappeared a couple weeks later.

I know what you tell your friends

its casual, if it’s casual now

then, baby, get me off again

if its casual, it’s casual now

Connor and Kevin lived in separate apartments just a couple minutes from each other. While Connor struggled from audition to audition, Kevin had landed a cushy job in marketing. And while Connor suffered in silence, Kevin seemed to flourish; constantly meeting new people and making new friends that all seemed to look down on Connor. Kevin often dragged him to parties, where he’d show him off and make jokes at Connor’s expense. Then all the stuffy, stuck-up executives would laugh, leaving Connor wondering what he missed.

dumb love, I love being stupid

dream of us in a year

maybe we’d have an apartment

and you’d show me off to your friends at the pier

In Uganda, before their relationship had crumbled, Connor and Kevin often fantasized about life back in the US. They would move to New York City and share a cozy apartment, one that allowed pets. Some days they would plan their weddings, and others they would even go so far as to think of having kids. They would adopt, girl or boy, and try to give them the best life. Kevin would whine about Arnold’s stupid name suggestions, and Connor would laugh. They would kiss and they would cuddle, and maybe Kevin would teach Connor to cook. Maybe Connor would teach Kevin to dance. But now, they’d never know.

I know, “baby, no attachment”

Even when they moved back to the US, Connor kept pretending. Kevin continued with their “no strings attached” hook ups, and Connor stayed in the hopes of mending their relationship. But even when Connor realized that it would never get better, he couldn’t bring himself to break it off.

but we’re

knee-deep in the passenger seat

and you’re eating me out

is it casual now? 

Connor took Kevin to a drive in theater once. It was a horrible old movie with no cohesive plot and terrible acting, but it didn’t matter. Connor hadn’t really had a plan for how he would do it, but the words started coming before he could He told Kevin how he couldn’t keep doing this. How yes, the sex is great, but he wanted more. He needed more. How, despite his efforts, Connor still loved Kevin. The silence after his confession was deafening, the mere seconds stretching to a lifetime. And then, Kevin laughed. He laughed and laughed, not caring how Connor’s soul was crushed. When he finally pulled himself together, Kevin said he thought they had a good thing going, so why should they ruin it? Connor should just be grateful they had anything at all. but yes, Kevin could see that he’d hurt poor Connor’s feelings, so he was going to make it up to him. And as Kevin climbed into the footwell of the passenger seat, Connor tried to pretend that a blowjob could fix all his pain.

two weeks,

and you mom invites me

to her house in long beach

is it casual now

When Kevin had gone to California, Connor had received another phone call, this time from Nabulungi. It turns out that Kevin never told them that Connor wasn't coming. Arnold, both trusting and oblivious, didn’t think anything of it. But Naba knew better than that. She asked if something had happened between them, and if Connor was alright. It had been so long since anyone had seemed to care for Connor that he just stood in stunned silence. Naba sat on the other end of the phone, calling his name until eventually she hung up.

I know what you tell your friends

its casual, if its casual now

then, baby, get me off again

if its casual, its casual now

The other elders, with the exception of Arnold, treated Connor with a strange pity. it was the way one might look at a very cute dog that was being put down for mauling a child. You couldn’t help feeling sorry for it, but then again, it fully deserved its fate. they had made no real attempt to reach out since Connor told them everything, and he was too proud to try to contact them. Connor knew exactly what he was in their eyes.

it’s hard being casual

when my favorite bra lives in your dresser

Sometimes, Connor would pretend that Kevin didn’t exist. He would imagine that he was free to do whatever he wanted, free to meet new people and free to live his life. Or maybe he would have a nice, loving boyfriend who really cared for him. Other times, Connor would fantasize about finally breaking up with Kevin. But the empty dip in his bed and the hole in his heart kept Connor firmly in Kevin’s grasp. So, Connor would stay in Kevin’s bed while his favorite tie sat in Kevin’s drawer. 

it's hard being casual

when I’m on the phone talking down your sister

Even when Kevin returned from California, Nabulungi continued to call Connor. And as much as he tried to lie and say everything was fine, she could see right through him. But Connor would never tell her the truth, no matter how much she asked. And if he cried himself to sleep at night, she didn’t need to know.

and I try to be the chill girl that

holds her tongue and gives you space

I try to be the chill girl, but

honestly, I’m not

Connor was taught to be modest. He was taught to be nice. And he was taught to never make a fuss. But at this point, he didn’t know what he could do. Kevin was becoming increasingly demanding, bordering on violent. Connor was just glad that he had his own place, but without a stable income he didn’t know how much longer it could last.

knee-deep in the passenger sea,

and you’re eating me out

Connor just wished that they could go back to the start.

two weeks and your mom invites me

to her long beach house

Connor didn’t know how to tell Arnold and Naba the truth. So, he didn’t.

I know what you tell your friends

baby, get me off again

Kevin had taken him to yet another dinner party. The same old men stuffed in suits sipping wine with their bored trophy wives. Was that what Connor was now? Just a trophy for him to show off and fuck? He couldn’t take it anymore. He was tired of being scared. Tired of being threatened and told to obey because goddamnit, he deserved better. Or maybe he was too drunk on whatever low-grade alcohol they were serving. But by the time common sense caught up to him, it was too late.

I fucked you in the bathroom

when we went to dinner

Kevin had just dragged Connor to the restroom, pushing him roughly into one of the stalls and grabbing him by the collar. And Connor didn’t resist. Why would he? So. he just stood there and tried to pretend he didn’t hate it.

your parents at the table, 

you wonder why I’m bitter

After all of that, Kevin had just… went back to the table. Like nothing happened. Connor had told him that he needed a minute, to which Kevin just nodded. And that was the breaking point.

bragging to your friends,

I get off when you hit it

When Connor got back to the table, everyone was laughing. Quietly, he pulled Kevin aside. And he said everything. 

I hate to tell the truth, 

but I’m sorry dude you didn’t

Connor started talking, saying everything that was on his mind. But Kevin didn’t want to hear it. He tried to shush him, but Connor was on a roll.

I hate that I let this drag on so long

now I hate myself

Connor told him how he hated everything. The awful feelings and thoughts that plagued him night and day. And then he said the awful words that had been sitting on his tongue for months. “We’re done.” Connor thought that Kevin would yell, or scream, or cry, or maybe even just agree that it was the best thing for them. But nothing could have prepared him for blow to the face.

hate that I let this drag on so long

you can go to hell

The blood poured down Connor’s face as he stood there in shock. Kevin stood there, mouth agape, seemingly shocked as well. All of the people at the dinner had stood up, trying to see what the commotion was about. Someone was coming towards him, saying something, but the ringing in his ears drowned them out. Connor bolted for the door, rushing out into the cool night air as he tried to ignore the mixture of blood, snot, and tears on his face. He hailed a taxi, mumbling Kevin’s address as he tried to stem the flow of blood from his nose. Shoving some bills into the driver’s hand, Connor sprinted up the stairs to Kevin’s apartment. Fumbling with his keys, he let himself in. Connor quickly shoved all of his things into a random tote bag, going as fast as he could. His clothes, his toothbrush, his books. He was about to reach the door when it opened. In the doorframe stood Kevin, tears glistening on his cheeks. They stood there in silence, staring in horror at each other. Wordlessly, Connor turned back towards the bedroom. Slowly, he picked up his lucky tie. It was silk, baby blue, a gift from his parents before he left for Uganda. Blood dripped on it, scarring the gentle colors. Connor pushed past Kevin, walking slowly down the stairwell. He walked the whole way back to his apartment with slow, methodical steps. As he entered his apartment, he slowly lowered himself onto his couch. He couldn't be bothered to deal with his nose, or even change. So, he just flicked on the TV, letting whatever random channel was on illuminate his empty apartment. And before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep.

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idk what this is it started as a midnight notes app writing and i churned the second half out after a breakdown so it might be shit but whatever

and yes this is a repost im moving my writings to this blog

[fishcow99]

Casual - A Mcpricely Songfic

Kevin Price x Connor Mckinley from the Book of Mormon Musical

Part 2 of The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Mormon

Song is Casual by Chappell Roan 2.1k words

@elposting here it is

warnings: manipulation, abuse (physical, ever so slightly kind of alluded to sexual)

My friends call me a loser

cause I’m still hanging around

Connor Mckinley didn’t know what to do. He had sacrificed everything for Kevin with no reward. he lost his family and his faith for a boy who didn’t love him. Poptarts and some of the other elders had tried to comfort him, but their air of superiority was something Connor couldn’t handle.

I’ve heard so many rumors

that I’m just a girl that you bang on your couch

Word of what had happened had certainly gotten back to his family, not to mention the church. Connor went back to his old home once to pick up all his things, and he couldn’t handle the judgmental stares from everyone. This whole situation was definitely not helping his family’s perception of queer people.

I thought you thought of me better

someone you couldn’t lose

When they were first excommunicated, Kevin had finally stood up and taken charge. The book of Arnold took a very different stance on same-sex couples, and it was the push that Connor had needed to confess. The first couple of weeks had been pure bliss, with constant affirmations of love. Connor truly had thought that they’d be together forever.

you said “we’re not together”

so now when we kiss, I have anger issues

you said “baby, no attachment”

After a little while, the magic began to wear off. Kevin started to withdraw, stealing longing looks at any semi-decent man he happened to come across. When Connor confronted him, Kevin told the truth. Their “relationship” was a stance against the church. A bit of rebellious fun. But the sex was good, so why should it stop? Despite all of this, Connor couldn’t bring himself to disappoint Kevin. So, he let Kevin kiss him and touch him and fuck him while Connor choked back his tears and feelings alike.

but we’re

knee-deep in the passenger seat

and you’re eating me out

is it casual now?

Their “first time” really was the first time for both of them. None of the other elders knew about them, so it couldn’t happen in the mission hut. Kevin had managed to convince Gotswana to lend them his truck, which he did begrudgingly. It was cramped and awkward and they didn’t know what to do, but the passion and thrill of it all was enough for them.

two weeks, 

and you mom invites me

to her house in long beach

is it casual now?

Arnold, bless his soul, seemed none the wiser of the truth. When they all moved back to the states, he had been the most insistent of all the elders about keeping in touch. Most of them had split between the two coasts, with Kevin and Connor in New York while Arnold and Naba had moved to California. Connor had gotten a call from Arnold about “the super cool secret not-really-secret very awesome meet up plans” and how he was so excited. With a little questioning, Connor realized Kevin was going to California, and Arnold thought he’d be coming too. With Kevin. As a couple. Connor didn’t know what to say, so he simply hung up. And he pretended not to notice when Kevin disappeared a couple weeks later.

I know what you tell your friends

its casual, if it’s casual now

then, baby, get me off again

if its casual, it’s casual now

Connor and Kevin lived in separate apartments just a couple minutes from each other. While Connor struggled from audition to audition, Kevin had landed a cushy job in marketing. And while Connor suffered in silence, Kevin seemed to flourish; constantly meeting new people and making new friends that all seemed to look down on Connor. Kevin often dragged him to parties, where he’d show him off and make jokes at Connor’s expense. Then all the stuffy, stuck-up executives would laugh, leaving Connor wondering what he missed.

dumb love, I love being stupid

dream of us in a year

maybe we’d have an apartment

and you’d show me off to your friends at the pier

In Uganda, before their relationship had crumbled, Connor and Kevin often fantasized about life back in the US. They would move to New York City and share a cozy apartment, one that allowed pets. Some days they would plan their weddings, and others they would even go so far as to think of having kids. They would adopt, girl or boy, and try to give them the best life. Kevin would whine about Arnold’s stupid name suggestions, and Connor would laugh. They would kiss and they would cuddle, and maybe Kevin would teach Connor to cook. Maybe Connor would teach Kevin to dance. But now, they’d never know.

I know, “baby, no attachment”

Even when they moved back to the US, Connor kept pretending. Kevin continued with their “no strings attached” hook ups, and Connor stayed in the hopes of mending their relationship. But even when Connor realized that it would never get better, he couldn’t bring himself to break it off.

but we’re

knee-deep in the passenger seat

and you’re eating me out

is it casual now? 

Connor took Kevin to a drive in theater once. It was a horrible old movie with no cohesive plot and terrible acting, but it didn’t matter. Connor hadn’t really had a plan for how he would do it, but the words started coming before he could He told Kevin how he couldn’t keep doing this. How yes, the sex is great, but he wanted more. He needed more. How, despite his efforts, Connor still loved Kevin. The silence after his confession was deafening, the mere seconds stretching to a lifetime. And then, Kevin laughed. He laughed and laughed, not caring how Connor’s soul was crushed. When he finally pulled himself together, Kevin said he thought they had a good thing going, so why should they ruin it? Connor should just be grateful they had anything at all. but yes, Kevin could see that he’d hurt poor Connor’s feelings, so he was going to make it up to him. And as Kevin climbed into the footwell of the passenger seat, Connor tried to pretend that a blowjob could fix all his pain.

two weeks,

and you mom invites me

to her house in long beach

is it casual now

When Kevin had gone to California, Connor had received another phone call, this time from Nabulungi. It turns out that Kevin never told them that Connor wasn't coming. Arnold, both trusting and oblivious, didn’t think anything of it. But Naba knew better than that. She asked if something had happened between them, and if Connor was alright. It had been so long since anyone had seemed to care for Connor that he just stood in stunned silence. Naba sat on the other end of the phone, calling his name until eventually she hung up.

I know what you tell your friends

its casual, if its casual now

then, baby, get me off again

if its casual, its casual now

The other elders, with the exception of Arnold, treated Connor with a strange pity. it was the way one might look at a very cute dog that was being put down for mauling a child. You couldn’t help feeling sorry for it, but then again, it fully deserved its fate. they had made no real attempt to reach out since Connor told them everything, and he was too proud to try to contact them. Connor knew exactly what he was in their eyes.

it’s hard being casual

when my favorite bra lives in your dresser

Sometimes, Connor would pretend that Kevin didn’t exist. He would imagine that he was free to do whatever he wanted, free to meet new people and free to live his life. Or maybe he would have a nice, loving boyfriend who really cared for him. Other times, Connor would fantasize about finally breaking up with Kevin. But the empty dip in his bed and the hole in his heart kept Connor firmly in Kevin’s grasp. So, Connor would stay in Kevin’s bed while his favorite tie sat in Kevin’s drawer. 

it's hard being casual

when I’m on the phone talking down your sister

Even when Kevin returned from California, Nabulungi continued to call Connor. And as much as he tried to lie and say everything was fine, she could see right through him. But Connor would never tell her the truth, no matter how much she asked. And if he cried himself to sleep at night, she didn’t need to know.

and I try to be the chill girl that

holds her tongue and gives you space

I try to be the chill girl, but

honestly, I’m not

Connor was taught to be modest. He was taught to be nice. And he was taught to never make a fuss. But at this point, he didn’t know what he could do. Kevin was becoming increasingly demanding, bordering on violent. Connor was just glad that he had his own place, but without a stable income he didn’t know how much longer it could last.

knee-deep in the passenger sea,

and you’re eating me out

Connor just wished that they could go back to the start.

two weeks and your mom invites me

to her long beach house

Connor didn’t know how to tell Arnold and Naba the truth. So, he didn’t.

I know what you tell your friends

baby, get me off again

Kevin had taken him to yet another dinner party. The same old men stuffed in suits sipping wine with their bored trophy wives. Was that what Connor was now? Just a trophy for him to show off and fuck? He couldn’t take it anymore. He was tired of being scared. Tired of being threatened and told to obey because goddamnit, he deserved better. Or maybe he was too drunk on whatever low-grade alcohol they were serving. But by the time common sense caught up to him, it was too late.

I fucked you in the bathroom

when we went to dinner

Kevin had just dragged Connor to the restroom, pushing him roughly into one of the stalls and grabbing him by the collar. And Connor didn’t resist. Why would he? So. he just stood there and tried to pretend he didn’t hate it.

your parents at the table, 

you wonder why I’m bitter

After all of that, Kevin had just… went back to the table. Like nothing happened. Connor had told him that he needed a minute, to which Kevin just nodded. And that was the breaking point.

bragging to your friends,

I get off when you hit it

When Connor got back to the table, everyone was laughing. Quietly, he pulled Kevin aside. And he said everything. 

I hate to tell the truth, 

but I’m sorry dude you didn’t

Connor started talking, saying everything that was on his mind. But Kevin didn’t want to hear it. He tried to shush him, but Connor was on a roll.

I hate that I let this drag on so long

now I hate myself

Connor told him how he hated everything. The awful feelings and thoughts that plagued him night and day. And then he said the awful words that had been sitting on his tongue for months. “We’re done.” Connor thought that Kevin would yell, or scream, or cry, or maybe even just agree that it was the best thing for them. But nothing could have prepared him for blow to the face.

hate that I let this drag on so long

you can go to hell

The blood poured down Connor’s face as he stood there in shock. Kevin stood there, mouth agape, seemingly shocked as well. All of the people at the dinner had stood up, trying to see what the commotion was about. Someone was coming towards him, saying something, but the ringing in his ears drowned them out. Connor bolted for the door, rushing out into the cool night air as he tried to ignore the mixture of blood, snot, and tears on his face. He hailed a taxi, mumbling Kevin’s address as he tried to stem the flow of blood from his nose. Shoving some bills into the driver’s hand, Connor sprinted up the stairs to Kevin’s apartment. Fumbling with his keys, he let himself in. Connor quickly shoved all of his things into a random tote bag, going as fast as he could. His clothes, his toothbrush, his books. He was about to reach the door when it opened. In the doorframe stood Kevin, tears glistening on his cheeks. They stood there in silence, staring in horror at each other. Wordlessly, Connor turned back towards the bedroom. Slowly, he picked up his lucky tie. It was silk, baby blue, a gift from his parents before he left for Uganda. Blood dripped on it, scarring the gentle colors. Connor pushed past Kevin, walking slowly down the stairwell. He walked the whole way back to his apartment with slow, methodical steps. As he entered his apartment, he slowly lowered himself onto his couch. He couldn't be bothered to deal with his nose, or even change. So, he just flicked on the TV, letting whatever random channel was on illuminate his empty apartment. And before he knew it, he had drifted off to sleep.

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idk what this is it started as a midnight notes app writing and i churned the second half out after a breakdown so it might be shit but whatever

[godspellkid]

Anyone still reading/writing Book of Mormon musical fanfiction? I feel like I've joined this fandom several years too late, but I'd like to share what I've been working on if there's still an audience for it.

[hailmaryfullofmaggots]

❤️unfinished priest/exhibitionist bit❤️

this was originally for Mother Mary Initiative but i liked it so far and decided to share so.. imagine whoever you want i guess lol

Content warnings

smut

sacrilege/heirophilia

mentions of blood and minor violence

Say it.

Pray. He knows the words, they sit in the throat and tease his tongue to near climax. So damn close. God the Father, please, please, don't stop --

Holy fingers show his tight hole the feeling of divine love, rimming his ass and stroking his taint gently. He wants to push back against them, but he knows patience is a virtue, and blessings come in time.

Pray. Beg. Whimper the liturgy.

It’s holy water for lube. It’s scalding altar candle wax. It’s sacrament wine and God’s divine seed, the same that filled Mary’s virgin womb. None of it gentle, and he finds gratitude in that, as the towering crucifix and its nail-kissed Savior positioned on the opposite wall look on approvingly.

He’s got an oakwood podium to cling to. Bent over it like a good altar boy, the congregation looks on hungry for a sacramental offering. They have bloodlust behind their eyes.

This is my body. This is my blood.

Some grip bibles, while others reverently slip hands under their skirts or down their pants -- God’s great plan is wet and hard and demanding. He catches glistening tears when their hearts are touched by the Holy Spirit, a silent scream from arched backs and exposed necks. Some disciples speak to each other in tongues that slip between sweet folds and tease sensitive areas, on their knees in front of a lover with legs spread wide on the pew.

Watch and pray, that ye enter not into temptation: the spirit indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.

Skin in glimpses alights a thirst deep in his gut. The pious uniforms of holy men and women tease in such delightful ways, and he craves a sin-filled sacrament, but he knows who he is. What he is, for God -- Abraham’s lamb hog-tied on an altar.

He sees sweet cuts of meat, fragile bone, exposed arteries that trail down the neck and disappear beneath modest collars. He can't help but imagine what it might feel like to slide a knife over that skin --

blood toucheth blood.

[phierecycled]

It really be like that

[godurpretty]

A few months ago, I began rewriting a fanfiction very dear to my heart that I shared in 2021 when I first published it. I am now ready to share what I've been working on with the rest of the world 🩷

Rewrite of 'Me, You and The Coffee Shop.'

EXTRACT FROM: Heaven's Omens -- The Prelude

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Connor felt his heart flutter. He gently shook his head. "With the heavens in your eyes and the moonlight on your skin, any person would be a fool to deny you your compliments."

"You're not a fool, Connor."

"I feel it." He rolled his glinting blue eyes. "But that won't stop me from saying how truly dashing you look tonight."

Kevin grinned and placed his hand on top of Connor's that, as though programmed to do so, had been stroking his Havana-brown locks subserviently since the boy had found himself lost within Kevin's eyes. He laced their fingers tenderly and nuzzled into Connor's paler hand.

"You're not so bad yourself."

"Tsk," Laughed Connor. "You're such a charmer."

"Indeed." Teased Kevin, smile gleaming wide. "But if you want the truth — I think you're an angel."

Connor's lips parted in awe. "You think?"

"Oh yes sir." Price mollycoddled. "Heaven's own creation."

Connor's lips curved and fell in seconds. He cut their eye contact short and gently pushed their bodies apart, taking a seat where he had originally been on the sand. His knees were raised and his elbows created two strong pillars that held his head within his hands. Kevin stayed laying on the ground. "What's the matter?" He smiled.

"I need to talk to you."

Kevin's grin dropped, and he shuffled up to sit beside Connor in the sand. His quizzical expression provoked a sigh from Connor, who felt his heartbeat quickening. His gaze rested upon the glitter path that glimmered in the water, a red carpet to the setting sun. A moon river that flowed to the horizon.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't!" Connor rushed. "I liked what you said. I always wish you'd say that kind of stuff."

"So then what's the matter?"

"I think I love you."

Trigger warnings:- This story contains depictions of physical, emotional and psychological abuse. If you know anyone who is suffering from an abusive relationship, encourage them to reach out for help where possible and do all you can to aid them. This story is not meant to offend and is written from an educated standpoint, for informative purposes solely.

That being said, I hope you all enjoy this fic and follow me throughout my journey writing it 🩷

[elposting]

should i write a mcpricely fic where they’re in one of those canon event homoerotic friendships and “if you were a girl I’d date you” type of heartbreak

[six-of-ravens]

hm, i don't like that ending. i would like a new one, please.

[magodangretsus]

If the bible is so great WHERE'S BIBLE TWO!? (thank you as always for fun images, also I finally got my chronically fatigued self on an actual computer so I could watch the ace attorney videos you sent me, good stuff good stuff)