Author's note: This one-shot is AU where Jude and Timothy are swapping their genders as Jude is Judah (her male version), while Timothy is Timeena (his female version). Furthermore if you aren't very fond of AU, mentions of violence and gore, don't read this one-shot! This work is a special dedication to everyone that are AU and Nunsignor fans. Anyway I hope you like and enjoy this work! :)) 💞💞💞

Trigger Warning for ✟Mentions of Violence, Gore and Strong Language✟

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Even if the afterlife was the realm of delightfully celestial eternity, suffocating the both former members of the church, on other hand, their promisingly guaranteed safety hasn't been objected.

The heavenly paradise was their new home. Yes. Just for now. Or at least, since their souls have persistently clashed the quests and ordeals along with meager underestimate of the quests' sheerly tremendous importance, saturating them with a remarkable colour to indicate their significance, embodying their success and great deal of potential.

Even though God wasn't very fond of the sinners or on the contrary ironically rewarding them, his purely optimistic forgiveness was the naked, promising key to bountifully bestow every either believer or non-believer anything he would covet in his once mortal realm. The afterlife's ethereally enormous world and its expanse were just miraculous dream for every wretched soul after gladly dwelling out of the mortal's outskirts at peace and joining every formal mortal. Every former mortal with its own story behind its actual demise and brilliantly possible catharsis.

The eternity and ageless immortality formulated galore mass of people in the afterlife city under the name with its extravagantly threadbare sign downtown in Latin prescribed Caligantem Paulo Messor. Divided and separated into small groups, populating certain neighbourhoods and households have upgraded the city of Little Grim Reaper and significantly developed the diversity that was depicting with its diversity in richer nuances the prospect of either small or huge houses, either a couple of floored or eternally long flats with cottages and so forth buildings which everybody would find themselves heart-warmingly welcome with its coziness and profoundly comfy inside their property's perkily secure walls.

Sometimes the days appeared to be rainier, relentlessly frostier with its climate's anomaly, but it was perfectly normal as well.

Anyway Timeena and Judah's biggest dream was to have their own children, although Judah's barren fertility to fertilize with his own seed Timeena. God listened eagerly, warily their dream and subsequently bestowed the blond's sterilization to be exceedingly canceled.

Within intensifying their intimate life in the bedsheets and strongly reckoning the creativity in their experiments along with the former pious woman of the cloth's stark patience through her dynamic roller coaster of morning sicknesses, drastic weight gain and mood swings for nine months, thereafter the former pious members of the church kindheartedly, inevitably welcomed a promising addition to their compact, unconditionally loving family nonetheless. A baby girl.

Their baby daughter has been raised as an extraordinarily one of a kind infant for a year until her development was murderously monstrous and indicating the elapsing time by transmuting into a toddler, although her parents' ageless immortatility they've fulfilled so far. Moreover, their one of a kind sunshine's very first words were mama and dada and her development was flabbergastingly mesmerizing due to mewling her very first words when she's scarcely five-month-old infant, besides bashfully wobbling shortly before her first birthday and always attempting to balance her weightless figure, in spite of always losing balance and her pudgy, round knees grazing the ground.

First and foremost, their almost two-year-old toddler's fair skin tone was exquisitely matching with her dark, expressive eyebrows and cataract of satinly healthy chestnut strands, curtaining her porcelain, round façade, paired with her big, round caramel brown minerals with its brutal honesty and naked inquisitiveness blazing the indiscernible midnight black pupils, aflare of every foreign and familiar surrounding, encircling her very presence. Further, the youngster's favorite colour was any nuance of purple just like her mother and donned up in purple attires even though there were times when the chromacy of her attires varieted for everyday. Last but not least, her name was Jemima Martha Martin Howard.

As the daylight daily episode sundowned and its once humongously golden, celestially radiant sun climbed above the horizon of Caligantem Paulo Messor, the inexorable evolution from daylight to nighttime with its prospect's graciously somber and expressive nuances was painted the nocturnal starless sky with its balefully full, round palish moon hovering and gleaming partly with its bountiful moonlight below. The crickets' serene, silver-tongued chanson delicately, fluently ghosted the uncommonly silent neighbourhoods and lulling to certain lonely children to drift off asleep promptly until the twilight dawn.

After the compact family's mouth-wateringly delightful, hedonistic dinner they'd roasted chicken with grilled vanilla potatoes and vegetables, subsequently the former clergyman solemnly registered his emphatic decision to wash the dishes, whilst the brunette manipulated her alabaster, lean arms to scoop into dotingly secure, heartwarming hug their ray of sunshine to convey her to her own bedroom.

"Mommy, I don't want to sleep!" Manipulating in desperate stretch her pudgy, childish arms to ghost the thin air of the dimly illuminated with divinely golden light hall, Jemima Martha's northern lilt maliciously punctured her emotional plea, imbibing with her big, roundish honey brown minerals the brunette's still youthful, welling in grace facial attributes, beautifully mantled with nimble shadows partly her face.

"Shh, shh, shh, honey! You are really supposed to be asleep at the moment after dinner." Rocking and bouncing the weightless body of the toddler into her scooped hug, the former pious woman of the cloth tugged a benevolently maternal, satin smile at the corners of her joyous mouth. Her flimsy heart leaped as if she's on cloud nine to fasten with her scooped embrace the youngster and providing her unconditional love, monstrous warmness and delicate comfort, landing her pool of deep, barbarically straightforward chocolate on Jemima's roundish, porcelain profile. In the meanwhile, the young woman's fuzzy slippers-clad footsteps ghostwrited casually the carpeted flooring, whereas navigating her fashionably casual gait to the children's room whilst fixing her jet-black, leather eyepatch to fasten her severely injured cabochon since her adolescence. "It's high time for bed. It's good for you to be at bed right away."

Despite the young girl's pure, bland inquisitiveness to discover the grim past behind her biological mother's eyepatch and barbarously injured cabochon, howsoever, she potently, optimistically believed and deemed her creator as unblemishedly gorgeous and the oblivion of her flaws such as acne, scars, wounds and bruises were hideously pointless to be focused on even judged.

"But Mommy, I'm not sleepy at all." As soon as the infamously squeaky room's door swung opened and the both females ventured inside with its dumped ajar opened and predictably small gap dividing the real proximity of the doorframe and door, afterwards the little girl fashioned into ominously balled fists her petite, marbled hands to rub her eyelids and muffling a yawn, indicating the wee hints of her fatigued condition.

"Nevermind! Which means there will be a bedtime story or a lullaby."

"A bedtime story!" The violent euphoria in Jemima Martha's fleet, girlish giggle grinding her tongue pitched the room, whereas seconds before being laid down in her gracefully lacquered, hardwood crib and escorting her motionlessly ghosting with its comforting presence light brown teddy bear, consequently Timeena maneuvered her button nose mellowly nuzzle into a platonically sweet Eskimo kiss her ray of sunshine.

"That's adorable. What would you want me to tell you as a bedtime story, sweetie?" The glowing, friendly English lilt in the older lady's posed question, begging for an immediate answer didn't fade away after laying down Jemima in her own crib and managing to linger her spidery milky fingers onto her long mop of extraordinarily glossy chestnut strands, admiring the crispy softness of her naturally healthy, fresh hair. At the moment, the toddler violently snatched her light brown teddy bear into her pudgy, protective arms and perpetually, monotonously melting into her mother's mellow, loving touchs.

"This eyepatch." Taking the unwelcoming, frosty risk of acknowledging the gloomy secret behind her mother's solely inhumanely wounded iris was stilling her perfectly normal aroused interest to discover the sorely painful, ugly truth.

"Aww, my little bird Jemima Martha," The huskiness in the British aristocrat's girlish, unhealthily demure snicker didn't vanish, dripping from her naturally roseate, plumpish lips as her pristinely spidery, blanched fingers cradled and fingered playfully, greedily her creation made of her own flesh and blood's flawless dark brown locks, twirling and curling perkily, villainously on her digits. "You're quite young to know the truth about it."

"I really want to know, Mommy! Please!" Even when her hazelish-brown jewels blazed diabolical curiosity and emotional beggingness to acknowledge the ugly, naked truth about her leather eyepatch, meanwhile, the brunette managed to shake her head in a solemn, emphatic disagreement. "Please!"

"No, honey! I don't want you to have nightmares."

"I don't care about the nightmares, Mommy!"

"My little bird," Lowering rapidly the decibels of her honeyed voice with its uniquely mellow, heartmelting timbre whilst the vowels and syllables contruscted partly her imminent utterance with its friendly, candidly amorous nickname was an amusing phenomenon. Even when the little children were quite burdening their parents to acknowledge everything due to their starkly rabid curiosity, arousing their interest in examining every petty detail inside the gigantic world they live, the majority of the parents rather preferred to stay quiet about some gruesomely inescapable phenomenons or rather disasters that have befallen them, no matter in their early childhood or nowadays. "When you grow up, I solemnly promise you to tell you about it! You won't understand it right now and it won't be okay if it haunts you like words and voices."All of a sudden, the young girl's eyelids blinked incessantly in waltizing choir and being all ears, whereas attentively eavesdropping the angelic anthems, jingling into her petite, sensitive ears and sucking on her swan, chubby thumb and sponging with her oral caverns its pad of her thumb.What Timeena wanted to do right now was keeping her cherub angel from giving her blood-curdling nightmares about her severely wounded orb and the real motive for bandaging it, in order to dodge the others' bone-chilly disgust from her physique.

Even though Timeena's heart tore off on thousand of flimsily glassy, small pieces and shattering a lavish hoary cataract of heartache and bleak melancholy how it's been a long time since she's paired not only platonically, but also romantically with Judah and having a child for two straight years, barely daring to break her vow of giving chills to either of them about her grim past. The stability of the former devotional nun's heart was as flimsy as a cloth's fabric. Easily brash. Almost irreparable. The most majestic functioning organ of hers to still her muscles and bones' gearing up.

"Then it's going to be a lullaby?"

"Mhm. It will be more relieving than a bedtime story, okay?" Shortly before clearing gruffily her throat with a featherly soft, gentle cough, the young lady bended down to press an affectionate, lethal peck on Jemima's forehead.

"Ya!"

"Twinkle twinkle little star how I wonder what you are up above the world so high like a diamond in the sky! When the blazing sun is gone! When he nothing shines upon!" When her throat was hallowedly clear, the haphazardness of the British compatriot's angelically honeyed voice looming in gingerly lethal lullaby vibrated her throat as it was oblivious for the younger woman the conveniently warm presence of Judah, ghosting her back after stealthily venturing inside his creation's separate room. Although the British compatriot wasn't the big-shot in singing and composing silver-tonguedly chants, however, it didn't cease her opportunity from singing to herself from time to time and bugging off Judah with her lacking talent, besides lulling sweetly, affectionately to their little cherub angel that was getting huger with the gradually advancing time. "Then you show your little light! Twinkle, twinkle all the nightthen the traveler in the dark! Thanks you for your tiny spark, he could not see which way togoIf you did not twinkle so." As the lullaby's progress was timelessly intensifying with the soft tones and tingling angelically sacred anthems into the youngster's petite, flexible ears, subsequently she found herself kipping, wonderfully spellbinded by her creator's soothing voice that warmed her heart and heated the pit of her stomach.

"Good night, my lovely Paulo avis!" After series of soothing strokes grazed the infant's head, consequently a draped masculinely muscly, strong arm around Timeena's waist startled her and weakly flinching on her serenely composed spot, immediately shifting her attention to the large framed gentleman, lingering her sympathetically modest smile, tattooing her facial features. "Holy, Judah! I didn't expect you so far."

"I finished slightly earlier with the dishes, my love!" Afterwards the blond peppered his girlfriend's chubby, well-carved cheeks with tenderly exalted kisses with its featherly soft, reassuring touch of its lips. "Yar so cute when you're blushing and you're scared, Timeena!" Pinkness generously tickled the younger lady's facial skin and sweltering heat crawling beneath, contagiously squeezing her jaw line to reproduce an uncontrollable, hysterically unhealthy giggle in the lowest possible decibels, transmuted into whispers as Judah joined her, drawing her weightless, petite frame towards him.

"I'm not scared. It's pretty unpredictable."

Whatever! However, our ray of sunshine is undeniably beautiful when she sleeps."

"And less nosier."

Within a few minutes after mesmerizingly molting into the breathtaking vista of their daughter kipping peacefully, beatifically, thereafter the pairing retired to the living room as the brunette was braced into the love of her life's secure, promising embrace as her slim, frail waist was a battlefield of twain of snaked muscular, headstrongly potent arms and sensing a graceful nose nuzzling the nape of her ghostly pale neck. The couple couldn't stifle their jubilant chuckles, flexing their throats.

As soon as the living room was suffocated by fatalistically stubborn doldrum, austerely showering the ambience and muting each deft noise, consequently the British aristocrat's facial expression broke into a hysterical, inward sob.

"You have always been nice to me even when the least I deserved your kindness, sweetie!"

"Don't talk like that, my rare bird!"

"You don't have any clue what I've been through!" The stern sharpness of Timeena's whimper, blatantly coursing her naturally nude pink, plumpish lips with its opulent cataract of crystalline, translucently sticky twin fat tears gushing down her cheeks ushered the older gentleman to daub them with his brittle fingertips.

"No matter what ya have been through, I'll be always next to you."

"Do you think my family has even approved my decision to become a nun and being childless for the rest of my days? Ha!" The sardonic rhetorical question didn't prominently touch the Bostonian even startling him though the continous process of daubing his lover's crystalline, sorrowful heavy rain of tears and managing his mouth to peck the back of her head. "Do you think this fricking eyepatch is the crucial reason why my step-mother was alright with the decision how her black sheep daughter is taking her vows and instead of respecting my decision, she called me a holy whore of God and in my sleep she slit my shut eyelid? On the morning after, my eye bled like a lake of gore."

"Sh, shh, shh, my sweetie! I'm severely sorry for all this what ya have been through. Ya don't deserve it at all."

The battlefield of sticky tears, sniffles and candidly consolations pitched the dimly lit living room as the persistent attempts of the former holy man to console his girlfriend were far cry from fiasco. The grim truth about the former devotional woman of the cloth finally leaked.