C/w: unhealthy behavior, religious context, spiritual mentions, mentions of demons, mentions of priest, mentions of holiness, implied!yandere priest x reader, priest has a British accent in my head, reader insert, gender neutral reader, homebody reader
A/n: Hello again~ Today I bring to you something I've been entertaining in my head lately. This is a story for readers who like priests, what can I say? :3
W/c: 1.4k
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You remember the day you summoned the priest to your house. It was after you had the unfortunate circumstances to be haunted by some mischievous spirit who took pleasure in ringing your doorbells at odd times of the day and giving you nightmares as you slept. You never saw anything, but it kept happening and there was no one but you who had any business in this house.
He was an odd-looking priest. He was by no means ugly or misshapen or creepy— Well, he was a tad bit creepy, but that detail will be touched upon later. As for his appearance, he was by no means an ogre. He was about your age, perhaps a few years older. His hair was a decent length, dyed blonde with dark roots. Small silver hanging cross earrings hung on his ears. His eyes were a dark shade of deep brown that drew you whenever you gazed upon them too long. His cheeks held just the right amount of fat, soft to the touch. His lips, always somehow properly moisturized despite the amount of times his tongue dipped out whenever he thought long and hard about whatever he thought about...
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Listen. You’re pretty sure that you’ve never met the demon king, Lucifer, but if someone told you it was him, then you would have nearly believed them. Nearly, because he’s a priest. Of course he was of the holy faith, no matter how demonically beautiful he looked. Perhaps it was you who was possessed by the lust of a single, lonely, and parched person. It was his looks after all that made you click on his church’s ads while you were scouring forums on how to banish evil spirits.
But could you ignore the unsettling stares of said priest whenever he thought you weren’t looking at him? Actually, no. Unsettling? It felt more flattering than anything. However, these stares from a priest, is it even right for him to do so? Perhaps you’re grasping at straws. After all, you’ve never actually caught him looking your way whenever you try to meet his eyes. Still, there was a feeling of being watched… you just hope it’s not some demonic spirit that has slipped through the priest’s holy protective shield or whatever spell he chanted upon entering your house.
Having such a man in the house had other perks besides spiritual protection. Seeing as you were a complete homebody who only went out for emergency grocery shopping and the occasional hobby-related event, he had taken upon himself to take care of bringing home groceries and handling the cooking instead. He stated that since your soul was cultured by such stable homey energy, many outside spirits were attracted to your soul’s cozy aura, and therefore it would be safer if you completely cut yourself off from the outside world completely in order to successfully ward off any lingering spirits. In addition, maintaining the cleanliness of the house and laundry has also become two of his self-proclaimed duties. As a priest, he claimed that his blessing-filled touch would be more effective at ridding any article of your household of any residual dark spiritual energy.
That was half a year ago. He’s made you quite accustomed to his formulated schedule of breakfast, lunch, dinner, snacks, and desserts. There isn’t a single surface of this house that he hasn’t touched, and he had the decency to change the scents to your liking at your whim. He has yet to miss a detail, and you had yet to decide when you were going to remind him that you were an independent person before you met him and that being complete couch potato like this was turning you into a useless blob.
…..
On the other hand, seeing as it has been six months and being a sloth is considered a sin, wouldn’t it bring about bad karma to take advantage like this?
“Hey, isn't it about time you leave?”
He paused dusting the shelves, turning his eyes towards you. His voice cracked as he asked, “What do you mean ‘leave’?”
You bit your bottom lip, eyes darted to the floor for a moment before returning, nearly jolted from his unblinking piercing gaze. “I-I mean, haven’t you been here long enough? I mean I do appreciate all that you do for me but-”
His voice even as he cut you off and stated, “It’s not nearly long enough. There are still malevolent spirits lingering around you, and it is my duty as your holy protector to see this through.”
You would have blushed if you hadn’t heard him call himself your “holy protector” a million times before. “Still!? Even after all this time?”
He nodded. He softened his eyes and shot that charming smile at you. “Yes. Don’t you worry. I’ll let you know when you’re completely rid of them. For now, please go and enjoy watching a movie or reading a book. If you need new material, let me know-”
You blamed it on his charming smile that seemed to invite sunshine and sparkles into view. Whenever you even mention having a change of pace, such as getting some vitamin D during a nice sunny day or letting him to a day off to allow you to re-practice those daily living skills of an independent person, his face would fall and his gaze hardened to a point it sends shivers down your spine. The only way to bring back that smile would be to simply allow him to do his “priestly duties” as usual. Being taken care of in this manner has brought your ability to advocate for yourself down to nearly zero, especially since it just felt easier letting him spoil you. Whatever you wanted, he’d want to do it for you.
Except for letting you surf on the internet, but then again you had been thinking about going for the “slow life” sort of living that consisted of living moment to moment in real life, and it’s kind of working. You’ve been able to spend valuable time working on physical hobbies instead of wasting away doomscrolling.
All that being said, you weren’t completely naive. As you stared at him while he was busy cleaning or cooking or performing some protective spell every so often, your mind often wandered to thoughts about why he seemed okay doing all of this without a single penny from you.
…..
Sometimes… you wondered if perhaps… he liked you in the romantic sense…
However! To ask him directly would mean being shameless, and unfortunately, despite your transformation into a slothy blob, you haven’t quite reached that point yet. There wasn’t ever any instance of accidental skin contact or Freudian slip of tongue from him that ever indicated anything, so either he’s very good at hiding his feelings or he was doing all of this simply out of duty.
…..
Sigh… You didn’t want to ruin such a good thing going between the two of you. Oh well, you’ll just have to continue living like this until the day he inevitably leaves to help another more unfortunate client and you go back to your previous way of living…
“Hmm… how curious… (Y/n)?”
You looked at him with piqued interest. “Hm?”
He smiled at you with a tilt of his head, his eyebrows scrunched up as he gave you a pitiful look. “I don’t think I’m strong enough to get rid of all the bad spirits hanging around you.”
Your face twisted in horror. “Huh-”
“At least not by the rest of the year. In my experience, I believe it might take me a few years to do so… I hope you’re okay with me extending my stay here just a little longer?”
Your body nearly slumps over while you stood as half of you felt a sense of relief, but the other half felt-
“Oh, dear me. Why am I asking? Of course, I shall remain here until your soul is completely free of such wickedness,” he decided. “Anyhow, would you like to have a snack right now? Dinner might take a little long to prepare… Oh, and about your clothes. I know you’ve said that you don’t need any more new clothes but I found a splendid outfit that I’m sure you'd like to wear-”
It’ll take you a while to quite pinpoint what the other half of you felt.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
*throws this at you and runs*
Chapters: 11/11
Fandom: EPIC - Jorge Rivera-Herrans (Albums)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Athena (EPIC: The Musical), Zeus (EPIC: The Musical), Artemis (EPIC: The Musical), Dionysus (EPIC: The Musical), Hestia (EPIC: The Musical), Hades (EPIC: The Musical), Kronos (EPIC: The Musical), Demeter (EPIC: The Musical), Aeolus (EPIC: The Musical), Hermes (EPIC: The Musical), Eros (EPIC: The Musical), Poseidon (EPIC: The Musical), Winions (EPIC: The Musical), Apollo (EPIC: The Musical), Ares (EPIC: The Musical), Aphrodite (EPIC: The Musical), Hera (EPIC: The Musical)
Additional Tags: Crack, Crack Treated Seriously, Song: God Games (EPIC: The Musical), No Plot/Plotless, Canon Compliant
Summary:
Zeus does not want another blow to his ego, so he extends the games.
"I've played your game and won!" Athena announced. "Release him."
"Not yet you haven't," Zeus sneered. "PREPARE YOURSELF FOR BONUS ROUNDS!”
In light of the newest season of Jujutsu Kaisen, I present to you a little imagine that’s been cooking in my brain for some time.
Reader is a first year student.
The air was stale around the building and the wind refused to blow. There wasn’t a bird in the sky nor wildlife in the trees nearby.
Yep. There’s a cursed spirit here.
You stood in boredom and watched Gojo’s smug expression as he observed Kugisaki ‘s and Itadori’s shocked faces. Instead of touring Tokyo and it’s surroundings areas, they were set up to exorcise a curse near the heart of Roppongi.
Once the two students begrudgingly entered the building, You took a seat in the middle of Gojo- sensei and Fushiguro. After a few moments of silence, you glanced at Fushigiro who was obviously sulking and poked his cheek.
“Megs what’s wrong? You seem more down than usual.”
However, before he could respond, Gojo gave his expert interpretation on the nonverbal cues of Megumi Fushiguro, “ He’s sulking because he can’t participate”.
At this Megumi sunk further into the collar of his uniform, neither confirming or denying your mentors statement.
You dig in the pocket of your uniform to retrieve something that you secretly know will help cheer up your classmate.
Oreos. Double stuffed chocolate Oreos.
You retrieved the travel size pack from the pocket with most of the cookies intact, and offer your friend a couple.
Fushiguro’s eyes widen slightly, lower lashes caressing his checks before he shyly looked away and stuck his hand out to accept your offering.
You both enjoy the snack, silently enjoying its sweetness, until you feel an elbow in your left side. Attempting to turn towards the culprit, you come face to face with your sensei.
“Can I help you?”
You watch the smirk on Gojo’s face spread into a full smile as he retreats from your personal space and rest his head on his palm.
“Can your favorite teacher get an Oreo too?” Gojo wines.
You squint at his question, but at this Megumi decides to enact his revenge. “An Oreo? You want just ONE Oreo? After you have eaten a popsicle, an ice cream cone, a crepe, and a slushy?”
Caught in the middle, you lean back in a attempt to remove yourself from the ever brewing conflict.
The two proceed to go back and forth until a loud shattering noise is heard above you three.
The source of the noise can be seen amidst the shards of glass, a medium sized yellow curse followed by Kugisaki.
yep. She’s crazy.
you chuckle to yourself, “She’ll fit right in”.
Gojo uses this moment to his advantage and makes A mad dash towards the small pack of cookies.
He snags the remaining 4 cookies and proceeds to jump up and down giggling like a sixteen year old school girl who had managed to snag front row tickets to a BTS concert.
“Gojooo! Give me my cookies. They’re hard to get and you already had your snack.” Reaching towards the cookies that he held snuggled to his cheeks.
He smiles down brightly at you, “Sharing is caring Y/N-Kun💕” as he pops one cookie in his mouth.
“I know. That’s why I shared with Megumi.”
“I’m appalled and offended! Why are you so mean to your sensei?”
“Why did you wait until we were distracted to snatch my Oreos?”
Before he could answer, Itadori and Kugisaki returned to the group. “Hey blindfold, we’ve exorcised the curse. When can we eat?”
Gojo handed me back the small pack of cookies, “ Now. You pick.”
“Pick something expensive since he’s paying,”Megumi added.
“Let’s get sushi!”
“Itadori! You can have sushi at anytime. Why would I pick sushi?”
While Itadori began his speech on how amazing bullet train sushi is, You dig back in to the remaining cookies only to see that they were crushed. This fool left the broken Oreos for me to have.
You balled up the travel sized pack and throw it back at Gojo. You watched as the small blue ball of trash comes annoying close to hitting your teacher but comes to a stop.
He smiles, grabs the wrapper with the broken cookies in it and placed it in his pocket until we reach a trash can.
Placing an arm around your shoulders, Gojo hums a tune that sounds an awful lot like the Pokémon theme song while he leads you all to where itchiji is waiting with the car.
Later that night, you reflected on the day and the little victory you had at dinner when stealing sushi from your teachers plate. As you were about to drift off ito sleep, you felt the sudden appearance of immense cursed energy and heard a petty knock on your room’s door.
You didn’t bother to ask because you already knew who it was. Standing there at 9:30 at night was Gojo holding a medium sized paper bag.
“Here. I bought this for you.”
You reached out to retrieve the bag which you opened to find a family size pack of double stuffed Oreos. Squealing like a hog at supper time, you jump up and down excitedly thanking your teacher.
“You didn’t have to buy more. Yes I was a little annoyed before but I would have shared before you planned your heist for my cookies.”
“ I know but I’d do anything for my favorite Y/N.”
“Gojo, I’m the only Y/N that you know.”
“Still my favorite! “
Not wanting to argue with him, you open the pack to see that there was only 1 row remaining.
Looking up in anger to viciously yell at the culprit only to find nothing. You looked down the hall where you saw Gojo’s retreating form, “How do you buy something for someone else and eat the majority of them!”
“I got hungry. Goodnight Y/N- kun!”
With a modest smile you popped an Oreo into your mouth. Standing in the hallway, Your only thought was that he could have at least brought some milk.
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I hope you liked this! I’m a little rusty and definitely wanted to get back into writing. Please reblog and let me know if you have any additional ideas on what you’d like to see next.
Swimming in the sea above
Floating in the clouds below
With the sun on your skin, and the wind in your hair,
A different world, so light and free,
A place to dream, to imagine and to be
Each a different world, a different place,
A world of wonder, a smile on your face.
