Uta no prince Sama one shots and scenarios

Take me to church

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Ren x reader!
dedicated to jasmie jinguji (I'm sorry if I didn't spell it right)^_^ enjoy~!

My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner

Ren watched you enter the funeral for some random man in the community. He heard you giggle in the middle such a sincere voice compared to the gloomy ones of the priest and the relatives of who lied dead in that empty coffin. He watched how your (hair colour) hair stood out compared to other girls who had it tied back extremely tight. His hand meet yours instead of this man on the cross he worshiped you his resolution.

If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

"We were born sick," you heard them say it
Heaven?Ha! Yeah right these Sunday's only came more bleaker and darker. There was no peace in Ren's mind as they preached the same trash over and over. Your voice seemed to be like heavens sunshine. We were all born sick was in Ren's mind as he stormed out of the deranged church.

My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom."
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you

Church offered no hope as it stormed outside. No ren had something far more enjoyable. Butterfly kisses echoed though the candlelit room. His church? he had none he had his lovers bedroom to worship as the sheets ceased more romance more worship sin didn't bother him he had you.

I was born sick
But I love it
Command me to be well
Aaay. Amen. Amen. Amen.

This sickness haunted him or should of as he returned to your bosom every night. Amen to you amen to the romance you shared amen to this sickness. Another night why not?

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Kisses on your heel as he watched the knife glint in the faint light. This endless worship would continue on. Like a dog he was held by an invisible leash that connected to you. That deathless death so enjoyable his life like putty in your hands it didn't matter he followed you his lamb that enticed the Shepard.

If I'm a pagan of the good times
My lover's the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice

Pagan is what the people called him so what if he was? He was of the good times drink, Romance it all continues. To keep his goddess of sweet sunlight from straying she had a sacrifice. His humanity his every established prayer he would never leave your side until you commanded him. Yet even his humanity wasn't enough pearls and sapphires if she wanted it she, his y/n would have it.

Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That's a fine-looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We've a lot of starving faithful

He has dived in the ocean for what you desired. When he teased you he found his jokes were true. Sliver? Gold? Diamonds? They would be offered for sacrifice. Hungry? Want some meat? What was in the stable hungry for preaching men. No steak seemed better.

That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry work

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

Light the candles shine the knife pull the leash its ritual time.

No Masters or Kings
When the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
No one was in control was light came from the warm bedroom. No sweeter innocence existed than this deadly sin. The sheets may if moved but that didn't matter. Equality happened when the two of you would kiss you had no king or master and ren? He had no queen or mistress for he had you his bittersweet worship.

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Ooh oh. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Let the primal instincts take over that was when he would be pure when he had your sicking touch. Praise it love it. Let the screams of madness echo on this dirtied soil. He was yours and only yours he loved you ren settled down for one person his goddess dressed in silk named y/n l/n. Glamour that knife bleed out the sins he didn't care you took him to his own church

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life