all's fair in love and poetry

JAVIER PEÑA | NARCOS S3E03 - FOLLOW THE MONEY

HE IS SO LOVED 🥹

Partying with Pedro 🕺🥂🪩

falling | joel miller x fem!oc (part x)

summary: Joel lets an important decision run him over.

a/n: MDNI, smut, rated 18+ and It's Christmas in March! you are simply not ready for this chapter. seated? tissues? fingers at the ready? alright, let's go.

“You haven't changed one bit, you dumb old fuck.”

Here’s the thing about being a pillar hermit: people leave you alone until they don’t. They let you be—until moments like these, where the whole damn town is out, where everyone is watching, where people expect you to participate in something you don’t much care for.

Joel had always been like this—off to the side, out of the way, hands tucked in his pockets while the world spun around him. He didn’t dislike Christmas. Hell, he wasn’t that much of a grouch. He could appreciate the little things: the smell of pinecones in the air, the bright ribbons and ornaments draped around a jewelled tree, the crackle of a good fire, the steaming mugs, the soft hum of carols carried by the wind. He had good Christmases once. With Sarah. And then there were twenty years of nothing but ruined memories.

But this Christmas?

when I tell you this is one of the best things on this app i'm not lying because I HAVE NO WORDS! MY FEELINGS ARE ALL OVER THE PLACE RIGHT NOW

Priest!Joel Miller x night club dancer!reader

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Sorry, posting again, I had a technical issue with the other one.

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

The bible defined sin as transgression of the law of God.as the offence of breaking a religious or moral law. Perhaps, as the forbidden pleasures that caused a nervous giggle or perhaps as the shame wandering.

When you broke a vow, you became a sinner.

When you kissed the devil, you became a sinner.

But when you made love—how could you even think of that word?

When Joel carried you to bed last night, he did it with such tenderness he didn’t even think about what you had done.

It didn’t feel wrong. It didn’t feel like his heart was being torn apart by the monster lurking in the corners, waiting to punish him for what he had touched and seen. For what he had tasted like a reeking fruit.

He had met love after seeking for it for such a long time. He had tried it, in all its forms until he met God and found a way to spread it all to people. All the love he couldn’t give his daughter.

All the love that had stained his hands and slipped through his fingers.

And then he found you. And now you were sleeping next to him—your head on his pillow, and your hand resting on his chest, above his heart, beating for you.

He thought—how could something this good, this beautiful, be a sin?

priest!joel miller x nightclub dancer!reader

chapters:

Summary: Joel found you on a quiet evening when the chapel was empty, save for the flickering candlelight and the faint scent of incense clinging to the air. You were curled up on one of the wooden pews, arms folded beneath your head, chest rising and falling in the steady rhythm of sleep.

He cleared his throat, but you didn’t stir. He hesitated before reaching out, tapping your shoulder. “Miss?” His voice came softer than he expected. “You can’t sleep here.”

"Father, do you always wake up strangers like this?"

chapter 5 is out btw 🚨

Priest!Joel Miller x night club dancer!reader

masterlist | previous chapter | next chapter

Sorry, posting again, I had a technical issue with the other one.

dividers by @/saradika-graphics

The bible defined sin as transgression of the law of God.as the offence of breaking a religious or moral law. Perhaps, as the forbidden pleasures that caused a nervous giggle or perhaps as the shame wandering.

When you broke a vow, you became a sinner.

When you kissed the devil, you became a sinner.

But when you made love—how could you even think of that word?

When Joel carried you to bed last night, he did it with such tenderness he didn’t even think about what you had done.

It didn’t feel wrong. It didn’t feel like his heart was being torn apart by the monster lurking in the corners, waiting to punish him for what he had touched and seen. For what he had tasted like a reeking fruit.

He had met love after seeking for it for such a long time. He had tried it, in all its forms until he met God and found a way to spread it all to people. All the love he couldn’t give his daughter.

All the love that had stained his hands and slipped through his fingers.

And then he found you. And now you were sleeping next to him—your head on his pillow, and your hand resting on his chest, above his heart, beating for you.

He thought—how could something this good, this beautiful, be a sin?

PEDRO PASCAL dancing and showing his 'Protect The Dolls' shirt during his 50th birthday party

"I'll have her home by 7, Sir." -> "She calls me Daddy too."