Someone wrote in [community profile] daredevilkink 2015-05-07 03:10 am (UTC)

FILL [3/6]: "Revelations," (5x+1, as discussed above) Matt/Claire, Priest!Matt, Priest Kink


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Matthew's not always at St. Paul's when she visits, which is fine. It's enough, sometimes, to simply be in the church, taking solace in its evening hush after the chaos of her job. Sometimes she'll sit in a pew, page through a missal, the thin pages crackling sharply in the silence. Sometimes she'll pace the perimeter, around and around, looking up at the serene expressions on each statue, the dramatic little scenes rendered on each Station of the Cross, the texture of the stained glass illuminated by the streetlights outside.

It's a different kind of comfort than when she talks with Father Matthew, but it becomes a rejuvenating ritual nonetheless.

Which is why it's all the more jarring to come home from one such night to hear a clamor and a crash in the alley beside her building. Claire speeds up, flipping her key ring around so that her mace is tucked into her palm.

"Claire," a man groans, staggering out from the alley. "Help." He's wearing what seems like a blindfold or hood, and he reaches up to pull it off with one bloody hand. If she weren't so used to seeing him in dim lighting, so accustomed to seeing him all in black, she wouldn't be able to recognize him, but as it is...

The keys drop from her nerveless fingers. "Father Matthew?" He collapses to the pavement, leaving a red streak on the wall.

He must have been mugged, she thinks. She pulls out her phone to dial 911.

"Don't," he says. "Please." It's then that she notices that his clothes are all wrong, rugged boots and black fatigue pants and a shirt that's... well. He's way better built than one might expect of a Jesuit priest, she can tell that much. "Help," he says again.

Claire stares at him, trying to make sense of what she's seeing. "...yeah," she says, without really thinking about it beyond priest bleeding out in an alley. "Yeah, okay, um. Can you stand?" By the time they get upstairs, she's ordered her thoughts well enough to know that she needs an explanation.

He gives her one, but it still sounds unbelievable.

"Mild-mannered priest by day, holy vigilante by night?" she says, tugging the suture silk through his skin with more efficiency than mercy. "World on fire? Are you shitting me?"

His forehead knits above clearly-sightless eyes; it's the first time she's seen him without his glasses, and he seems younger, somehow. More vulnerable, certainly, but the fact that he's shirtless and wounded might be contributing factors, too. "Is your vocabulary usually this profane?" he asks.

"You punch people in the face after you hear them confess to mortal sins," she points out. "I think you can handle a few four-letter words."

"Still," he says, and Claire just shakes her head in bemusement while she ties off her last stitch.






- tbc -


Yes, the name of the church is St. Paul's; I just mixed it up in the second section, oops.

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