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☆ 𝔉𝔞𝔩𝔰𝔢-𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔭𝔥𝔵𝔱 - indie and Semi selective Canon divergent Father Paul Hill and Father Jud Duplentcy from Netflix's Mightnight Mass and Knives out Wake up Dead Man. Crossover, other fandom, OC and duplicate friendly. penned by Ciara (she/her, 30+).
01. ℜ𝔲𝔩𝔢𝔰 ¤ 02. 𝔓𝔦𝔱𝔱 ℜ𝔓 ¤ 03. 𝔜𝔈𝔖 ℭℌ𝔈𝔉 ℜ𝔓
ℂ𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: This blog contains mature content and language 21+ advised. Personals DNI
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"You are Father Hills regular right? Sorry he's not in today, can I help with something?"
R☆ckstar☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆: meandering about the pews and stepping beyond their threshold, Lestat looks up at the newbie. With a smile, the vampire bats his eyelashes, albeit disappointed that his favorite Father is absent. "A shame. I miss his light already." Lestat approaches the other man like a curious feline with hidden claws. "Are you here to stay, or are you going to leave and abandon all of us here come morrow." Then, he whispers.
"I would recommend the latter, Father."
A weak smile set on the Fathers lips. Paul had told him how... sentimental the other was, though it was hard to believe the devotion he seemed to have to the Father when; as he's come to understand, avoided service and the town entirely.
"And leave my first assistant pastors job?" He mused, shaking his head. "I wouldn't dream of it. Besides... might have only been here for a day but Crockett has a way of growing on you. Clearly you must agree. I hear you are an outsider too."
• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine.
"I doubt it would help if I said it wasn't my blood." His vocie trembled slightly as a hand placed over the crimson stain, trying and failing to forget how that mess ended up there in the first place.
"I'm fine... physically. I am but... I should be alone please... please just go."
Wide eyes stared, transfixed on Roman. He had felt so long that this gift was just that, but how could a God offer such a blessing when this is how it ended? An urge he couldn't control even know forcing himself to stand in place rather than lunging at Roman to seek that comfort the tacky wet heat of blood offered his aching throat and stomach.
"I...I didn't want to, I don't know... I couldn't control it." He whispered as Roman lead him through the door way and directing him to the bathroom.
He turned suddenly to grasp at Roman, clutching their shirt with desperation. "It lied to me... this Isn't a blessing. Its a curse."
His mind felt like a restless ocean, churning and cresting in large violent waves that knocked his brain about like a ship helplessly trapped in its dark blue waters. Everything felt too bright, too loud, details and colors he had never seen before. It was as awe inspiring as it was horrifying. The price he had to pay for this sight, for this gift, was it truly worth the blood that coated his hand...
Coated his throat... sat heavy in his stomach like a warm weight.
"You don't know, you don't how could you?" He hissed, trembling hands grabbing fistfuls of the others shirt, a moonlight glow sparking in the dark of his irises. "I am lost... I shouldn't have come I..." Paul trailed off as that painful hunger churned and twisted his guts, so close to the other he couldn't help but scent them, making his mouth fill with thickened saliva.
"I killed Joe Collie... I watched myself, saw myself pulling him in. It was an accident but... feeding off of him that... that was no accident."
MIDNIGHT MASS (2021) Creator: Mike Flanagan
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shoutout hot priests! gotta be one of my favorite genders
Finally watching Widows bay and its making me think I should fuse that show with Midnight mass. Its got the idea brain turning.
“Knock it off…” vamp!James perhaps?
Jud placed a hand over his jittering leg, not noticing the way it shook the whole table and knocked the heel of his dress shoe noisily against the hardwood.
"Sorry, no yeah sorry just..." Jud cleared his throat as he leaned against the table top trying to roll around his comment in his mind, hoping some angle of it would make sense, but every way he turned it raised more questions than understanding.
"I'm just... having a hard time understanding... you're.. you're a.. v-vampire?"
How are you? Wait, did I ask that already?
"Well... technically yes, but I don't mind answering again." He mused, offering a quick smile.
"I'm fine... good as I can be given the circumstances. Not exactly happy to live with the moniker of Judus Jud.."
Riley: “What the hell are you doing?!”
"Oh... shit.. shit sorry." Jud rushed to apologize, dropping the fencing out of surprise as the mans booming voice echoed out to him.
"Helping pick up after the storm, seems like it was a bad one, Father Hill suggested the families closer to the shore would need more help and... he certainly wasn't wrong."
Jud wiped the sand from his hands off on his pant leg as he stepped up to the back porch to offer a hand out to the other. "Father Jud Duplentcy, I'm sure backyard invasion is not the best place for a first meeting. You are Riley right?" He questioned, offering the other a kind smile. The Monsignor had plenty to say about the Flynn family, odd since they were both so new to the island. Though with Pauls connection to the previous Sheppard it a wasn't too unbelievable.
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*shows up at Romans door step in the dead of night covered in blood*
୧ ‧₊˚ 🔪💋 ⋅ ──── Door is opened and eyes move over bloody form with a slight wince. "My men really let you through like that?" Of course they would recognize Paul, but Roman does question the whole being covered in blood part. "What the fuck happened?" Asked as they step out of the way to let him in. "And you can answer as you go straight to the shower." A wave given frantically in that direction as they close and lock the door behind him.
Wide eyes stared, transfixed on Roman. He had felt so long that this gift was just that, but how could a God offer such a blessing when this is how it ended? An urge he couldn't control even know forcing himself to stand in place rather than lunging at Roman to seek that comfort the tacky wet heat of blood offered his aching throat and stomach.
"I...I didn't want to, I don't know... I couldn't control it." He whispered as Roman lead him through the door way and directing him to the bathroom.
He turned suddenly to grasp at Roman, clutching their shirt with desperation. "It lied to me... this Isn't a blessing. Its a curse."
※.·:·.※ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ··· a collection of chosen bonds, found family, & unconditional belonging roleplay sentence starters. genre: platonic love, hurt and comfort, loyalty.
• You know you don't have to keep checking on me, right? I'm fine. • How are you? Wait, did I ask that already? • I don't know what I'd do without you. I mean that. • Oh, God. I thought something happened to you. Don't scare me like that. • You're not alone in this. You know that, right? • We're family. That's what we do. We show up. • Make yourself at home, okay? This is your place too now. • Get out of here with that. You're not a burden. Don't ever say that again. • Is there anything you need? Food? A blanket? Someone to just sit with you? • So, what's next for us? • I have to admit there's a small part of me that's terrified you'll wake up one day and realize you don't need me anymore... that you'll leave. • It's just... I've never had this before. People who stay. • Why are you still here? I mean, you could go anywhere. Be with anyone. • I know I'm not easy to deal with. But thank you. For staying anyway. • [Name], I don't know what I'm doing half the time, okay? But I know I'm not doing it without you. • I don't really know where else I'd want to be, except right here. • You're the best thing that ever happened to me, you know that? • I really think you saved my life. Not dramatically. Just... by being here. • Hey. Bad dream? Come here. I've got you. • You don't owe me anything. This is what family does • Stop apologizing. You're allowed to need help. • I made your favorite. Thought you could use some comfort food today. • You look exhausted. When's the last time you actually slept? • I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember? • We've been through worse. We'll get through this too. • You don't have to be strong all the time. Not with me. • I brought you something. It's stupid, but it made me think of you. • Come on. Let's get you home. • You matter to me. More than you know. • I've got your back. Always have, always will. • You're shaking. Here, take my jacket. • I know you're scared. It's okay to be scared. • You did good today. Really good. • I'm proud of you. I don't say that enough. • Stop pushing me away. I'm not leaving. • You think I'd let you face this alone? Not a chance. • I'll stay up with you. I don't mind. • You're safe here. I promise. • Tell me what you need. Anything. • You don't have to pretend with me. • I trust you. Completely. • You've got this. And if you don't, we've got this. • I'd do anything for you. You know that, right? • You're not too much. You're never too much. • This is your home now. For as long as you want it. • I'll fight for you if you can't fight for yourself right now. • You make me want to be better. A better person. • I chose you. I keep choosing you. Every day. • You're allowed to fall apart. I'll hold the pieces until you're ready.
✦ ⋆ 𖤓 ⋆ ✦ 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄 ··· a collection of injuries tended in silence, pain worn like armour, the intimacy of being seen at your worst. genre: hurt and comfort, angst, romance, drama.
• You're bleeding through your shirt. Don't tell me you're fine. • How long have you been walking around like this? • I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to see how bad it is. • You should have told me the moment it happened. • Hold still. I mean it. Hold still. • This is going to sting. Bite down on something if you need to. • You've been hiding this for days, haven't you. • Who did this to you? I need you to tell me who did this. • Stop being brave for five minutes and let me help you. • I've seen worse. I've also seen men die from worse, so let me look at it. • I found the bandages in the trash. You want to explain that? • Don't you dare apologize for bleeding on me. • Your hands are cold. That's not a good sign. • I'm not angry. I'm terrified. There's a difference. • Come into the light. Let me see your face. • You should have stitches. I know you won't go. So sit down and let me do what I can. • You're white as a sheet and still trying to stand up straight. • I could hear you in the night. I didn't say anything. I'm saying something now. • Don't look at it if it makes it worse. Just look at me. • It's not weak to let someone see you hurt. • You came to me. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here. • Lay back. You're not getting up until the color comes back to your face. • I'm not going to ask what happened. Not yet. First let me fix what I can. • You've been holding your left side since you walked in. Think I didn't notice? • This is going to leave a mark. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. • I've patched up a lot of people in my time. None of them scared me like you do right now. • You could have died out there. You could have died and I would have been the last person to know. • Sleep. I'll be right here when you wake up. I'm not going anywhere. • You're allowed to make a sound. Nobody's watching. • I need you to stay awake for me. Just a little longer. Talk to me. • You're lucky the cut wasn't deeper. • Stop apologizing for needing help. Stop it right now. • I've seen what it looks like when someone's used to this. That's what scares me most about you. • Tell me your name. Tell me what day it is. Stay with me. • You're going to be alright. I promise you. • You went back out there after this? With this? • Nobody takes care of you, do they? That ends tonight. • I've been gentle with you. I need you to be honest with me in return. • You're safe now. You're here, you're safe, and I've got you. Just breathe.
Yall, raise your hand if Jud can come over to your place and
*tap* *tap*
Need to knock the dust off this boy
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✧ ˖°.🕊️.° 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐖 ··· a collection of years-later reunions, apologies spoken & unspoken, rebuilding what broke roleplay sentence starters from the ashes of what we were. genre: hurt/comfort, hopeful, bittersweet.
• You look good. Really good. I'm... I'm glad. • I keep thinking about what I would say if I saw you again, and now you're here and I've got nothing. • Five years. Has it really been five years? • I heard you were back in town. I wasn't sure if you'd want to see me. • You cut your hair. It suits you. • I'm sorry. I know that doesn't fix anything, but I'm sorry. • Do you ever think about us? About what we were? • I don't expect you to forgive me. I just needed you to know. • You were right. About all of it. I should have listened. • I've been carrying this around for so long, and I just... I need to let it go. • Can we start over? Not forget, just... start again? • I miss you. Is that allowed? Am I allowed to miss you? • You look like you've been doing well. I'm happy for you, I mean it. • I practiced this conversation a hundred times and none of them went like this. • What if we tried again? Differently this time. • I forgive you. I don't know if you needed to hear that, but I do. • I thought I'd be angrier. But I'm just... tired. • The last time we spoke, I said things I didn't mean. Can we talk about that? • I know I don't deserve another chance, but I'm asking anyway. • You're here. You actually came. • I wasn't sure you'd remember me. • I've thought about calling you so many times. • Do you hate me? It's okay if you do. • I got your letter. It took me this long to respond. • We were kids. We didn't know what we were doing. • I should have fought for us. I didn't, and I regret it. • You deserved better than what I gave you. • I see you differently now. Clearer, maybe. • Can I buy you a coffee? Just... talk? • I've been in therapy. Working on things. Trying to be better. • You were my best friend. I lost more than I realized. • I don't know how to fix this, but I want to try. • I was wrong. I need you to hear me say that. • Do you remember the last thing you said to me? • I never stopped caring about you. That's the truth. • What would it take? For us to be okay again? • I don't need us to be what we were. I just need us to be something. • You look like you've found peace. I'm working on finding mine. • I know I hurt you. I hurt myself too. • Can we sit? Just for a minute? • I'm not the same person I was. I hope you can see that. • You have every right to walk away right now. • I kept waiting for the right time to reach out, but there's never a right time. • Tell me what you need from me. I'll do it. • I dream about the day we stopped talking sometimes.
A soft breath parted Paul's lips as his head shifted to press his cold lips against Roman's warm skin, hands slowly untucking thier shirt from their pants.
"I can show you, happy to show you. I have missed you." He whispered, his body pressing into Roman to block them up against thier desk.
"You missed me too?"
A please look crossed the priests features as Roman settled themselves on the desk it made dropping down to his knees that much eaiser, fitting between parted legs effortlessly.
"I'll show you... I will. I've missed you." He purred, kissing over their inner thigh, dark eyes snapping up to look at Roman as he bit down playfully in the junction between their thigh and groin.
"Can I?" He asked, slowly unzipping their pants.
