#hill rambles

hananene (sacrifice everything, including their life, to save the one person they love dearly x absolutely crushed by the actions of the person they love, wondering why they couldn't just stay with them)

aoinene (the one person who lets them feel normal x the one person who lets them feel special. they want the other to be happy, no matter what)

hanamitsu (two boys beaten by life discover the little things that make them feel human, together. but they're running on short time and their unsaid feelings get buried 6 ft deep)

tsulemon (one guy burns the roof and gets caught by someone recording the entire thing. said person joins in and they become inseparable, and soon become the most annoying couple on campus. prankster4prankster type shit)

koukane (//shout out to NS ur fic changed lives (mine)// a gravitational pull they can't escape from, letting them find comfort with each other through hard times)

aoimei (muse x artist; the muse who could never be their real self yet the artist always captures the real self of their muse)

sakuaoi (two lonely individuals who find solace in each other. they would hold tea parties together, one would grow the herbs for tea and the other brews the tea. they would bake together)

kounene (the two people who seen each other through the darkest times and knows how each other are feeling, supporting each other no matter what. one loved too early, one loved too late)

mitsukou (two soulmates who keep running in to each other in every time line, but fate keeps trying to sever their string)

hanakou (fate wants them as enemies but they defy fate every time, wanting to be as close as possible with the other)

tsukou (rivals on opposite sides yet they have so much in common. for one, it hurts seeing the other because it reminds them of themself. the other finds comfort, because it reminds them of themself)

sakusumi (two people who have repeated the same cycle over and over but are bound forever with no escape, yet somehow, they find an unlikely escape in each other)

natsuteru (stupid x stupid but hides it better. they would have this rivalry to see who could get injured less. the injured gets bandaged by the other)

terukane (stubborn love; one who believes they're not in love x one who doesn't want to confess first)

lemonkane (dumb x dumb, yet they are super sweet together. they are acts of service and physical touch)

ahdfasdf i cant think of much more lol so i'll prob do a part 2 later with more ships i think of lmaoo

--short story, MNDI--

Everyone had braved the rain and made their way home to enjoy their Sunday freely. I had swept the floor, did the dishes for the after-church coffee with Doris and sent her home to her husband after. I’d sat in the confessional for about hour after that, unsure if someone was there to confess. After an hour, the pressure in my glass made itself known and I was forced to get up and go to the bathroom.

Normally I would use the toilets in my house, a little apartment that was attached to the church. But the public toilets in the church were closer, and no one remained inside but me. I had relieved myself and was washing my hands when a small sound came from the stall. I closed the tap and waited with bated breath. Perhaps someone hiding from the rain? Or a homeless man looking for shelter? I would have to prepare tea.

Suddenly, a small groan from the stall as someone leaned their weight against the door. Then, I heard the unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh, rhythmic and fast.

Someone’s touching themselves in the church bathroom?

I know I shouldn’t have, but I leaned in closer to listen…something compelled me to. Small moans came from beyond the door, and the voice sounded young and masculine.

Takes me back to being in seminary… before my vows…

The pitch of the moans and breaths increased and despite the setting I found myself stirring in my pants.

“-h oh, please. Ah, please let me cum.” The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn’t place it. It was too quiet to hear the full range of sounds, and the person was trying to stay silent as much as possible.

I found part of me disgusted that someone would defile the house of God like this, some part of me—however much I tried to deny it— was incredibly interested and longed to open the door, to put my hands on the person in the stall and stroke until completion, to have someone fall apart in my arms… or perhaps he would be rough with me? If he didn’t know I was a priest? Perhaps I would be shoved on the ground and forced to taste his cock.

I was growing harder and harder, my pants too tight. I think if someone had spotted me they would have been able to tell from the tent in my cassock that something was amiss.

“You look so good like that-fuck!” The voice was getting louder now, desperate, almost.

1) What holy objects do you own and what are they used for?

2) Have you had any supernatural experiences?

3) How celibate are priests, exactly?

I humbly remind you all, those who carry doubt and unmitigated displaced self-righteousness in their heart of John 14:34.

“A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another.”

Spread among yourself and each other the love we have been given. Extend it to your surroundings, those less fortunate and those in need. Do not cast your eyes away in shame or discomfort, but raise to meet the challenge of loving your fellow human and granting them love’s fruits.