#tex writes

COUGH COUGH.

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The cathedral stood sleepy and silent as late-night London traffic growled and purred outside, abandoned by all save the Holy Spirit and the littlest of God's creatures scurrying undetected amongst the solemn, shadowy corridors. Whilst Santana and Alexander--- Alexander leading--- snuck in through the back door, the moon, full and heavy, peered inside the hallowed grounds with rapt attention via the stained glass windows to watch and bear witness.

Amongst the varying splashes of kaleidoscopic colour splattered precariously here and there as well as the crisp attention of the moon's silvery beams, motes of effervescent dust swirled dreamily, lazily, like refined ballroom dancers across the cool, cracked stone floors while the two carefully made their way inside and through its bowels to reach the heart of the building. Rows upon rows of winking, dancing candle flames, neatly aligned, stood watch by the front door, incessant in their mingling and dancing between whispers of wind within the confines of their ethereally glowing red glass holders, each born from meek entreating, each a living wish. They flickered violently with the draft of the door opening and closing before gentling and resuming their hypnotic undulating, their light casting Santana and Alexander's shadows along the far wall in one merged form.

They unanimously, silently, settled on a pew only a couple feet away from the confessional booths in the shadowy corner, the antique cherry wood creaking loudly under their combined weight but holding fast nonetheless before it's protesting cries mellowed out into a gentle groan before silence reigned once more.

Santana's throat tickled with a scratch they couldn't quite get rid of; they almost didn't want to speak in fear of whatever they would say being too croaky but it was clear from the way Alexander stared at their hands in their lap that he wasn't going to be the first if he could help it. Really, he looked halfway ready to spring up out of the pew altogether and bolt.

Several questions fought for dominance on the tip of Santana’s tongue, each as adamant as the next, some more confrontational than others-- why is your heart rate so high? Why are you acting so nervous? Why do I feel nervous? How do you know this place? Do you also think it's beautiful in here? Have you been here before? Have you snuck into a church with a vampire before, or is today special? Am I special?-- but finally, one took the plunge into existence.

For a charming, well-rounded, popular and handsome guy, Joel was having quite a bit of trouble making friends that weren't his wife and brother in law.

Not too much trouble, of course: his easy-going nature and effortless charisma meant people practically flocked to him with attention, but just enough trouble that he was starting to think something was up.

"Do you think people don't like me?" He asked, sprawling across Lizzie's unnecessarily large bed. "Or do you think I'm overthinking things?"

"Oh people definitely don't like you," Jimmy said, in that stupid helpful tone he used when he delivered bad news. "You're quite full of yourself."

Joel frowned, propping himself up and squinting at him. "Rude much?"

"You asked, mate," Jimmy shrugged. "I don't think you can get mad at me for that."

"I think Jimmy's got a point, darling. You have a bit of a reputation," Lizzie said, putting her last chunk of hair up into curlers. "And not a good one."

Joel sulked. "Okay well... well! People don't like Jimmy either!"

"Joel!" Lizzie gasped, and Jimmy pouted.

"It's true!"

"And this is why people don't like you!" Lizzie said, shaking her head. "Because you're so immature!"

And I'm the cool, restless tide longing to rush into you

Slip into your mind like saltwater into tiny crevices of sand

Receeding last minute, terrified of crashing into stoic seawalls

"He's your brother. Youre family."

"He's an idiot, and don't compare me to him. Just were related doesnt make him family."

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“He is your brother. You are family.”

“He is an idiot! And do not compare me to him. Just because we are related does not mean we are family!”

Zenyatta shouldn’t be surprised by his student’s outburst, but the omnic can’t help but

give a deep, robotic imitation of a sigh. “Genji…”

“No. You have said quite enough. I believe we are done for today, Master Zenyatta.” The cyborg gets to his feet, leaving his master sitting on the stones in silence.

‘How dare he?’ Genji thinks, scaling the wall of the monastery, perching on the roof where he often finds himself if he wants to be alone. ‘He knows nothing of what happened. How dare he presume that my thoughts and actions would make me anything like- like him? He should not claim revenge would set me on the same path that it put my brother on when he- when he took everything from me!’

“What have you lost?” Comes the sound, rousing Genji from his thoughts. The cyborg frowns at the statement, not looking at his master.

“He took everything.” Genji snaps, turning his head slightly. His master is ever undeterred, the same look of serene patience on his face that Genji had come to be able to

understand more than simply looking at an Omnic’s faceplate. “My humanity. Two legs, an arm-”

“-and a handful vital internal organs. Your esophagus. I know, Genji. But what have you

lost? You say you have come to be at peace with your new form, and yet you still cling to the thing that inspired your metamorphosis.”

“I do not understand.” Genji turns, facing Zenyatta where he hovers, ever patient for his student.

“Your brother has done this to you, and you hold anger and blame in your heart.” The omnic explains easily, as if this hadn’t been obvious. “In truth, I believe you still are not comfortable with yourself. Your anger, your blame...It is misguided, Genji. Accept who you have become. A butterfly is not ridiculed for changing from a caterpillar- nor do they dwell on what it might have been to stay one. It will adapt, and trust that it is how things are meant to be.”

CW: Smut(MDNI), Anal, Dirty talk, Handjob, fingering (M receiving), Downgrading/Degrading, Possessive!Reader, Biting, Swearing, Small dick!ghost, Shy!Ghost, Submissive!Ghost, Dominant!Reader, MLM/BLB, Breeding kink(?), Big dick!Reader, Male!Reader, Unprotected sex(WRAP IT UP BEFORE YOU FUCK IRL.), any others please let me know.

Author’s note: Yes, Simon does have a small dick in this, but it’s just due to what I was thinking of. It’s 6:22AM let’s see when I finish it.

you and Simon had been dating for a few years, you had always been top, tonight you really REALLY needed him. He was in bed, scrolling on his phone. You climb up behind him, pushing your bulge against his plump ass. He shutters and moves back against you “B-Babe..” he mutters, you wrap your arms around his waist. Sliding your hand down his pants to start teasing his 3 inch cock. He was always insecure about it, but ever since you met, you made sure to worship it. Even if you didn’t like it at first, you fucking love his dick now. You start to palm him through his boxers, kissing his neck. He whimpers, bucking his hips up against your hand. You push his jeans and boxers down, grabbing the lube from the side table, he gulps and looks up at you. As you smirk, you whisper into his ear “you gonna behave for me si?” The way you whisper and mumble into his ear sends shivers down his spine. He nods eagerly and spreads himself open for you. You grab onto his hips, pulling your swollen erection out of your now tight jeans and boxers, you slide two fingers into ghost, wanting to make sure he’s perfectly prepped. Once he’s fully prepped, you spit onto your hand, sliding the spit onto your cock, sliding it gently into his tight walls, his cock already leaking precum. You grab onto his hips, smirking “Aww..you can’t even take a bit of fingering without wanting to cum? That’s so fucking pathetic.” He whines and starts moving himself up and down, you push his hips against your own, biting and kissing his neck “Mine. You belong to me.” Ghost whimpers and cums onto your chest and his stomach, you smirk and lick it up, continuing to pound into him, making sure you let him ride his high as you approach your own. You whisper into his ear “fuck, even if men can’t get pregnant, I’m sure as fuck gonna try and get you pregnant.” You grab onto the back of his neck, slamming into him sloppily, you cum into him, he whines and grabs into your back, digging his nails into your back “f-fuck!” He yells, cumming again. You continue to pound into him, making sure every drop of cum is staying inside him, a white ring showing at the base of your cock. He looks up at you with those stupid, perfect eyes, you swear you could immediately cum again right then and there. You slowly pull out, letting the cum drop off of your tip, you lay down, pulling Simon against you and cuddling into him, yawning. You kiss his forehead before you realize he’s already asleep. You smile and start dozing off yourself.

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