˖ † ׄ ˳    𝕬 𝕲𝗥𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘 𝕱𝗜𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡     ✶ ۫
⋆˚｡⋆౨ৎ ⋆｡‧₊°♱༺   𓆩❦︎𓆪   ༻♱༉‧₊˚. ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

❛                 find your way back to my bed
again sing me like a bible hymn              ❜
𝕿𝗨𝗟𝗦𝗔 𝕵𝗘𝗦𝗨𝗦 𝕱𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗞 ❪ 𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙰 𝙳𝙴𝙻 𝚁𝙴𝚈 ❫

𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥      ⠀›⠀      𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬
𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘵   ⠀›⠀  𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯
𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦               ⠀›⠀          𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭

JESUS ❪ joaquin phoenix ❫ : Love is not a burden, Mary. It is a calling, a force that moves through us. It does not ask for worthiness—it simply. And you, more than anyone, have shown me what it is to carry love despite pain, despite fear.

MARY MAGDALENE ❪ rooney mara ❫ : But they will call me sinner. They will say that my past stains everything I touch. I know the whispers.

JESUS ❪ joaquin phoenix ❫ :  Sin is a prison, but not one of flesh or past deeds. It is of the spirit—when we close our hearts, shut others out, or deny forgiveness. You have freed yourself, Mary.

MARY MAGDALENE, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖

ᰋ ⛪️ ?! ˖ ☆ #  SUMMARY ⨾  𓆩♱𓆪
｡ﾟ• ❪ based  on  grotesquerie ❫  •ﾟ｡

˚ ༘   🌪️  ⋆｡˚   if it brings me to my
knees it's a bad religion  ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

❛    𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗧 𝗜𝗦 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗘𝗜𝗧𝗙𝗨𝗟 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗟𝗬 𝗪𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 : 𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗜𝗧 ?     ❜

𝙹𝙴𝚁𝙴𝙼𝙸𝙰𝙷 𝟷𝟽 : 𝟿 -

Father Charlie hadn't always lived in the shadows of stone walls and stained glass. Once, he had been as ordinary as any other, his heart untamed, his ambitions worldly. But somewhere along the line, the weight of his sins became too heavy, and he sought absolution within the sacred halls of the church. He believed the priesthood would purify him, stripping away his desires like layers of ash, until only devotion remained. Each morning, he donned his collar like a shield, a symbol of his promise to renounce the self and serve something greater. And with each prayer, each whispered mea culpa, he thought he could bury his past and be reborn in faith.

Yet, beneath the surface, there was a crack in his conviction—a shadowed place where his past sins lay dormant, waiting. He thought he could silence that part of himself by drowning it in scripture, in acts of humility and grace. He thought he had succeeded, that he had buried his lusts and sins deep enough to remain hidden forever. But he soon discovered that sin doesn't die; it festers, lurking in the hollows of the soul, waiting for a spark to bring it back to life.

Then came Magdalena.

The first time she entered the church, he felt her presence before he saw her, like a shiver in the sanctuary's cold air. She was a flicker of warmth, a disturbance in his careful order. Magdalena sat alone in the pews, eyes downcast yet radiating an intensity he couldn't ignore. She came often, lingering at odd hours, her silent prayers becoming the unwelcome echo to his own. Her very presence became a temptation, a lure that pulled him deeper into the forbidden with each stolen glance.

Father Charlie told himself he was strong, that his vows were unbreakable. But as days turned to weeks, a fire he thought long extinguished began to smolder, fed by something dark and ancient. He was Adam in the garden, staring at the forbidden fruit, aching to taste what he knew would damn him. Every whispered confession, every brush of her shadow in the aisles, felt like a calling—not from God, but from something else, something that defied the heavens.

In the solitude of his room, as the candles flickered low, he felt the weight of temptation pressing down on him, binding him tighter than any prayer ever could. His dreams became a battleground of faith and desire, visions of Magdalena filling his nights with images he could neither escape nor bear to confront. She was the specter of everything he had forsaken, a living reminder that beneath his holy vows, he was still only a man—flesh, blood, and sin.

Father Charlie prayed for deliverance, for strength. Yet in his heart, he feared the truth: he no longer wanted to be saved.

❛           𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚
𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗨𝗦, 𝕳𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝖀𝗦 ❜
╭ ━━━━  ཐིཋྀ  ━━━━ ╮

╰               ━━━━  ཐིཋྀ  ━━━━ ╯

✶⋆.˚ CHARLIE FU***NG MAYHEW  ˙⋆✶
𝕮HARLIE 𝕸AYHEW ━━     𝖋ather charlie
𝒊.            ✧ nicholas alexander chavez

❛            why wait for the best
when i could have you?        ❜

✶⋆.˚ PRETTY WHEN SHE CRIES ˙⋆✶
𝕸AGDALENA 𝕽EYES ━━     𝖒agda
𝒊.        ✧ alisha ilhaan bø

❛ all the pretty stars shine for you, my
love, am i the girl that you dream of ?  ❜

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▌ WARNINGS . . .
this book may contains strong language, injury and death, blasphemy, sad scenes, use of alcol, use of drugs, mentions of sex and overall mature scene. these themes are used for storytelling purposes and are not meant to minimize or trivialize the complexity or seriousness in real life.
▌ DISCLAIMER . . .
THIS STORY WON'T CONTAIN SPOILERS !!!
All rights to the fem character belongs to me !!! Graphics are mine as well ( for the cover my inspo was a poster that i've seen on Pinterest !! ). this is a work of fiction. the characters in this story are used for narrative purposes only and do not reflect the real-life opinions, experiences, or actions of the actors. any resemblance to actual events, places, or persons is purely coincidental.
▌ PUBLISHED . . .
7-11-2024.

i apologize for any grammatical mistakes as
english is not my first language 🤍

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