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That moment when Matt realizes he see the priest as more of a Dad than a Father.

No daddy kink, just a "father figure".

Yes please. If all priests were like Father Lantom and offered lattes and were super casual about confession and supportive and open minded then I'd definitely hang out more around church.

BTW, I am so here for gen fics about Father Lantom and Matt. They are my jam. I mean. Y'know. My ficcish jam. So I love this prompt.

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When Matt first figures it out, he feels such overwhelming guilt that his stomach starts roiling, and the world tilts oddly, which is bizarre and a bit terrifying, because he's never had problems with his vestibular sense before. He winds up running to the nearest bathroom and vomiting right in the middle of a conversation with Father Lantom, who remains behind momentarily, stunned by his parishioner's hasty egress.

As he heaves, Matt hears the sound of Father Lantom setting his latte aside and standing to come and join him in the men's room, standing several feet away from the stalls, a supportive yet unintrusive presence behind him.

Once he finishes expelling the contents of his stomach, Matt straightens slowly and wipes at the back of his mouth, grimacing at the feeling of his own bile on the back of his hand. He flushes the commode and then goes to rinse his mouth out and wash away the traces of his bout of nausea, all the while waiting for Father Lantom to break the silence.

He waits until Matt has wiped his hands clean on a paper towel and thrown it away. "Perhaps, if you're feeling unwell, we should continue this some other time."

"Perhaps you're right," Matt rasps, this throat stripped raw from the acid. He needs a toothbrush and toothpaste, and then he needs to go visit the cemetery, as soon as possible.

"Go on, then," Father Lantom urges, putting a compassionate hand on Matt's shoulder. "I'll see you when you're feeling better."

"Thank you, Father." Matt winces and then beats a hasty, if ginger, retreat, making his way towards his apartment where he proceeds to initiate his new itinerary.

Once he has cleaned himself up a bit better, he goes to the cemetery. He has to ask one of the workers there to guide him to the right plot, as always, in order to avoid any awkward questions, but then he thanks the man and finds himself alone with his father's headstone.

He kneels down slowly, still feeling a little unsteady from earlier.

"I - I never know if you can hear me. If you're looking down from heaven and watching what I do. You always did the best you could, when - when you were here. But maybe you have more important things to do where you are now. Maybe He has something important for you to do, keeping you busy. So," Matt pauses and swallows before reiterating, "so, I don't know if you can hear me, but if you can, I need you to know that I still." He licks his lips. "I still love you. I always will. You will always be my father, and I will never, never stop being grateful for everything that you did." Sucking in a deep breath, he braces himself and then says, "But that doesn't change the fact that you're not here anymore, and sometimes - sometimes I need a bit of looking after. A bit of guidance." He snorts. "Foggy would say that I need it all the time. But that's not really the point. Father Lantom is a good man, and he - he listens. And he's here. So I really need you to be okay with that." Huffing, he admits, "I need to be okay with that. I'm not replacing you, you know? That's not possible."

He waits several beats and then rises, before reaching out and placing his hand upon the top of the headstone.

"I love you, dad."

It takes a while for the man from before to come around again, but he does, and he kindly leads Matt back out, perhaps not feeling any less burdened than he was when he first came in, but more settled. He's figuring it out.

The next day, he goes back to see Father Lantom, who greets him warmly, and with the kind of genuine concern that the man naturally exudes towards all those who come seeking his counsel or to make a confession with an honest heart.

Matt can't help being honest with him, and at this point, he doesn't even want to try.

"What's on your mind, Matthew?"

He breathes in slowly and then says, "We have a lot to talk about."

I am so sorry, guys. This is why I should not be writing fills at 1:30 in the morning.

Prompt Post #2

gen, Matt+ Father Lantom, Dad, not Father.

Re: gen, Matt+ Father Lantom, Dad, not Father.

Re: gen, Matt+ Father Lantom, Dad, not Father.

FILL! The reply above is a fill! I just forgot to fix the header.