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Another kind of demons - an OT3 fic

“I’ve decided I can’t live the life of a priest any longer.”

“What?” Hwa Pyung tries to ask, but his mouth is full of rice and eggs and maybe something else Gil Young would rather not think about. Choi Yoon just takes a sip of his black coffee.

Being the most rational of the three, and also the one with her mouth empty, she decides to take the lead.

“Choi Yoon, stop playing games.” As if the man would recognize a joke even if the joke possessed him. “What do you mean, not a priest? Are you going to leave the church?”

“Since the church of Christ is where I’ll always lay my faith and hope,” he answers, solemn like always. “and since the sacrament of the Holy Orders is an indelible mark in my soul, I won’t ever leave it. But I can no longer keep the cassock without tainting it with lies.”

“Stop being philosophical, it’s too early for it, I don’t have the energy.” Hwa Pyung finally swallowed, and Gil Young wants to argue he’s a fisherman now – he must wake up earlier than that usually, no? “Just… what the hell are you saying, lies? You’re the best priest in this whole nation, or your prayers wouldn’t be able to banish evil, you-”

Choi Yoon doesn’t let him finish: “Hyung. I’ve made my decision.” He raises his eyes, looks at both of them with the intensity only he can muster. “Lately, I can no longer keep my hearth true to the vows I once took. I must step aside.”

Oh. Oh. Gil Young understands immediately. Oh.

Read it in AO3! <3

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My name is Ashraf Alanqar, and I am 30 years old. My wife, Widad Issa, and I have a one-and-a-half-year-old son named Bakr. We used to live peacefully in the Al-Shuja’iya neighborhood, in a house we built just a week before the war began. I worked as a farmer and owned a large chicken farm that provided for my family.

Beloved of my heart (Bakr)

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My House before...

Me.. while trying to recognize what has happened..

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Our beautiful memories.. :(

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Baker used to play with his dog.

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