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FILL [2/6]: "Revelations," (5x+1, as discussed above) Matt/Claire, Priest!Matt, Priest Kink
(Anonymous) 2015-05-06 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)Without meaning to, it becomes a habit; Claire visits St. Peter's after work a few times a week and usually runs into Father Matthew. She tells him how she feels like her job's getting harder, like the city's getting harsher, like everyone around her is losing hope. He seems to know the days when she just wants to talk herself out, when she wants him to say something - anything - to reassure her, and when she just wants to sit in silence.
Other times, they just... talk. Not always about God or faith, but whatever comes to mind.
Matthew tells her how he lost his sight. "I have a form of, um," he says, gesturing vaguely to his head, "sensory processing disorder, I think it's called? That's the best diagnosis they've come up with, at least, since my case is unique. It's because of the chemicals that caused my blindness, but emotional state can trigger episodes. It was especially bad after my dad died..."
She learns that Jack Murdock worked at a deli during the day and as a boxer at night to make ends meet until he got shot. Matthew tells her he wound up in the orphanage after that. "There was this blind old Piarist - that's one of the Catholic religious orders, same way I'm a Jesuit - who taught me how to manage my sensory issues. So, you know, I owe the Church a lot. That's why I signed on; plus, I wanted to devote my life to making people's lives better."
"How's that working out for you?" she asks, leaning forward in the pew, her hands laced together between her knees.
Matthew chuckles ruefully. "Like any other calling, I suppose - good days and bad days."
"I save lives, you save souls," she comments, and he nods agreement.
"Kind of. The Lord does the saving, I just... nudge people in His direction."
Claire drops her head, looking at her hands as she asks, quietly, "...ever find someone you don't think can be saved?"
She expects him to say that no soul's past saving, no one is beyond the reach of God's infinite love and forgiveness, but instead, he's silent for a long, long time. "Honestly? I'm still working on that one," he says at last.
Claire's not sure how to respond to that.
- tbc -
FILL [3/6]: "Revelations," (5x+1, as discussed above) Matt/Claire, Priest!Matt, Priest Kink
(Anonymous) 2015-05-07 03:10 am (UTC)(link)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.
FILL [4/6]: "Revelations," (5x+1, as discussed above) Matt/Claire, Priest!Matt, Priest Kink
(Anonymous) 2015-05-07 04:29 am (UTC)(link)The living room's empty by the time she wakes up, the bloodstained sheets neatly folded at the end of her couch. "Son of a bitch," she mutters aloud, thinking, I'm not going to let him off that easily...
Today's her day off, anyway. She can swing by St. Paul's while she's doing errands.
Apparently, the church gets more traffic at noon on a Friday than at eleven-thirty in the evenings. There's a couple of people clustered near one of the side aisles, and as Claire watches, the door to one of the confessionals opens, and a parishioner exits. Another takes her place, leaving just Claire and another man.
"You can go ahead of me," he says. "I'm not here for penance, I'm here to have lunch with Matt - er, Father Matthew."
"Friend of his?" Claire asks. He doesn't look like someone Matthew would be friends with; he's slightly stocky, has long dishwater-blonde hair and an expensive suit. Junior-level day trader on Wall Street, maybe.
"Yeah, we practically grew up together. His dad worked for my dad, so," the man says, shrugging.
"Butcher or boxing?" she says, and his eyebrows shoot up.
"Oh, butcher," he answers. "How did you know-?"
"You thought you were his only friend?" she asks, grinning. It's only as she says it that she realizes that she does think of Matthew as a friend. Or, at least, that's the closest word she has for what they are to each other now.
"You know, I actually kinda did," he admits, returning her smile. "I'm Foggy Nelson."
"Claire Temple," she says.
Both doors to the confessional swing open, and the last parishioner hurries off. "That was quick," Foggy says. "Hey, buddy. I was just getting acquainted with your friend Claire, here... whoa, what the heck happened to your face?"
Matthew's bruises look even more livid and conspicuous in broad daylight, in this setting. "I got mugged," he says with deliberate emphasis, and Claire blinks, thinking, Foggy must not know.
"Speaking of which, you owe me new sheets," she tells him, enjoying the reactions this elicits. Matthew gapes in consternation, speechless, and Foggy's eyes go wide. "I'm a nurse," she explains. "He got jumped around the corner from my apartment building, so he called me for help and I patched him up. But my living room throw pillows and guest linens are totally trashed."
"You know what," Foggy says, "I will replace them for you."
"No, Foggy, you don't have to-" Matthew starts, but Foggy interrupts.
"Look, I got the cushy job at Landman and Zack, you took that incomprehensible vow of poverty. Let me restore some balance to the universe. Or, oh, oh, consider this a donation. I'll write it off; everyone's a winner!" He beams at Claire, and she can't help but grin back.
Even if Foggy is a shark in a suit, she sees why Matthew likes him. Still, she wonders if she's the only one who knows about Matthew's double life.
- tbc -
FILL [5/6]: "Revelations," (5x+1, as discussed above) Matt/Claire, Priest!Matt, Priest Kink
(Anonymous) 2015-05-07 07:19 am (UTC)(link)Claire wakes up, groggy and disoriented. Her head aches. Her ribs ache. Her everything aches, and the more awake she becomes, the greater the pain she feels. She tries to burrow back into unconsciousness, but a familiar voice is calling her name.
"Claire, Claire, please wake up, please, you need to wake up," the voice is saying.
"Matt?" she mumbles.
"Oh thank God," he says. There's a sharp spike of agony around her shoulders, and she realizes he's hugging her.
"Ow," she tells him.
"I'm sorry, we're nearly home, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I never meant for this to happen," he murmurs, and it's to this soothing litany of penitence that she drifts off into blissful oblivion.
Claire wakes again in an unfamiliar bed, its mattress firm and narrow, yet still almost too big for the room it's in. She can reach out with her left hand and touch the wall, and reach out with her right and open the door.
Not that she's planning on moving that extravagantly anytime soon.
"Oh, good, you're awake," Matt says, coming into view.
"Where am I?" she asks. "What happened?"
"You're at St. Paul's," he tells her. "The Russians saw you rescue me the other night and decided you'd be excellent leverage. We convinced them otherwise."
"We?" she says. Her throat is parched. "Do you have any water?"
"Yeah, here," he says, his arm slipping under her shoulders and helping her sit up. "You might've kicked one of them into traffic as they grabbed you. And maced two more." His voice sounds pleased - fond, warm, maybe proud? - as he crosses the room. He comes back with a plastic tumbler of water, and steadies it when her hands shake too badly for her to drink.
"What happened to the others?" she asks.
He sits beside her, and the bed sags. "They've learned... contrition," he says.
"Come on, Matt, don't yank me around. Did you kill them?"
"No, they're alive. Unhappy, but alive," he says, and his expression is so open and earnest that she believes him. It's then that she notices that he's not wearing his glasses. "...how are you feeling?"
"Like I'm the one that got pushed into traffic," she says.
"It's the tranquilizer they used, it causes muscle stiffness. Hydration helps - finish that glass and I'll get you another." She's dealt with enough problem patients that she complies, but neither does she rush it, wanting to avoid stomach cramps. Matthew waits patiently, his head tipped at a curious angle.
"...stop staring," she tells him.
"I'm not- I can't-" he stammers. "What?"
Claire waves a dismissive hand at him. "Whatever your impressionistic version of staring at me is, stop that," she says.
"I'm just," he says. "I'm glad you're okay. I never wanted-"
"I know," she says, draining her glass and handing it to him. "One more for the road."
Matt's answering smile is a fleeting, skittish thing, replaced too soon by the anxious set of his mouth, the faint furrow between his eyebrows. "Do you have someplace you can go?" he asks as he makes another trip to the water pitcher and back.
"My mom's," she says.
"Do you want me to go with you?" he asks. "Just in case..."
Claire glances around and realizes there's no clock in the room, nothing on the walls, not even a crucifix. There's a rosary in a small brass bowl on the nightstand next to an odd plastic pyramid plugged into the wall, but no decoration, really. Then again, if no one else knows about his particular way of perceiving the world, he's probably used to keeping up appearances. "What time is it?" she says.
He reaches over to tap the plastic pyramid. "Ten thirty five am," it announces.
Claire grins, more in amusement at her own ignorance than anything else. "I think I can manage," she tells him. She finishes her water and slowly, haltingly, swings her legs over the side of the bed. "Where are my shoes?"
"Here," Matt says, crouching to retrieve them from under the bed. "Let me help."
The mere thought of bending over to lace up her shoes makes her want to go back to bed for a million years. "...fine."
It's strangely intimate, watching him slip her shoes onto her feet, tie them up with meticulous care. She wishes she hadn't worn leggings last night; the heat from his hands bleeds through the material at her ankle, lighting up nerve endings already oversensitized by whatever drug she'd been given last night.
Oh, no, she thinks. Oh, no. And when she spies the tender, solicitous expression on Matt's face, she knows that she's not the only one totally screwed, here.
"All done," he says, standing and offering her a hand up.
She pretends she doesn't see it, and braces herself on the nightstand instead. "I can find my own way out," she tells him. "I don't want you to get in any more trouble than you might be already."
"I'll be fine when I know you're fine," he says, his fingers brushing against her upper arm, like he wants to reassure her but doesn't know how. "Will you call when you get to your mom's, just so I know you're safe?"
"Yeah," Claire agrees. "And thank you for helping me get away from those goons last night, for taking care of me."
Matt smiles softly, and she wonders if he can hear her heart breaking. "Then we're even," he says.
As she leaves, she runs into another man - another priest, older and clearly not surprised to see her coming out of Father Matthew's room. "Let me walk you out," he tells her, voice gentler than his sharp gaze. "My name's Father Lantom, and I've been hoping to meet you for some time..." He guides her towards the exit, slowing his pace to match her progress. "You're Claire, right?"
"Um," she says, feeling like a pinned butterfly under a magnifying glass, for all that he's not looking at her. "Yes, I am, Father."
"Good," he says, nodding. "I know what you two have been up to, you know," and she feels her face heat.
"I don't know what you think-" she starts. "We're not-"
He frowns. "So you're not the one responsible for stitching him up so neatly? I thought you were his nurse friend."
"Oh," she says, chagrined. "Yeah, that was me. So you know about..."
"His other calling, yes. I think... I think he's going to reach a crisis point soon. One man can't be both wolf and shepherd to a flock, after all. He'll have to decide." Claire stops in the doorway, and he turns to look at her, eyebrows lifted. "I've been wanting to ask the other people close to him to be mindful of this, and to help him choose wisely, if it comes to it. Can I trust you to do that, Claire?"
If she says yes, she has to stay. Staying means any number of dangers, for herself and for Matt. But if leaving means abandoning him when he needs support the most...
"Absolutely," she says.
- tbc -
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(Anonymous) 2015-05-08 02:16 am (UTC)(link)Claire's not particularly surprised to see a black-clad vigilante climbing through her living room window at two am. This is my life now, she thinks to herself, and sighs.
"I thought you were going to visit your mother," Matt says.
"If you thought I was gonna be at my mom's," Claire replies, "then why are you here?"
"I could tell you were home. I need your help."
She gives him a quick appraisal. He doesn't seem hurt, but then, she's not the one with x-ray hearing. She dog-ears the right-hand page of her paperback and sets it aside. "You okay?" she asks.
"It's not me," he answers. "She's at the church."
"She?" Claire asks, but Matt's already halfway out the window to the fire escape, so she supposes she'll find out soon enough. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, give me strength, she thinks, trying her very best to avoid watching him leave.
Claire's newest patient turns out to be a blonde woman, huddled in one of the pews, blood trailing from her nose and a gash on her cheek. Her hand might also be broken, from the way she's cradling it in her lap. "-they killed Ben Urich, just for helping me," she's saying to Matt as Claire approaches from the side aisle. Tears streak through the gore and grime on the girl's face. "They've been trying to kill me, too - for weeks. So no, I'm not sorry, okay? I won't be sorry until every last one of those bastards is buried or behind bars."
"Another vigilante, huh?" Claire asks, and the girl scrambles sideways, until her back bumps up against the pew divider. "It's okay, I'm a nurse. Jesus, Matt, what did you do to her?"
"I kept her from killing the Senator's aide," he replies.
"I told you, that was his gun - he kidnapped me!" The girl pulls her knees up, wrapping her good arm around them. "What do I have to do to get you to believe me?"
"I believe you," Claire says gently, setting out her kit and pulling on her gloves. "Start from the beginning, knowing the whole story will help. How about the easy stuff first: what's your name?"
"Karen," the girl answers. "Karen Page."
It's almost dawn by the time Karen's done talking, laying out the whole sordid mess, from street-level drug deals to human trafficking, all leading gossamer-thin trails to Senator Fisk's office. Matt would question her for another day if he could, but Claire can see the adrenaline crash approaching and waves him off. "She needs rest, Matt," she declares. "Can she stay here?"
"Yeah," he says. "We have a- a guest room." Claire doesn't ask. She doesn't want to know why Matt hadn't put her there the other day instead of his own bed. She already knows why - but she doesn't know if Matt knows why.
It's better not to ask.
She has other questions, though. So as soon as Karen's tucked away asleep, Claire goes looking for Matt, hoping he hasn't left yet on whatever crusade this has become.
He's back in his clerical garb, crouched in the confessional, hiding his vigilante costume under the bench, which he closes up as she draws near. "I know I keep saying this," he says, "but thank you."
"I'm glad you weren't bleeding out on my couch this time," she replies, hoping to elicit a smile. He gives her one, but it's wan and fleeting. "What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," he says. "Whatever it takes?"
"No, no," she says, turning to sit so that she's facing him. "Don't do that. Don't give your whole heart and your life and your blood and your soul to this." Without thinking, she brushes his hair back from his face, fingertips lingering at the bruise still coloring his cheekbone.
Matt's eyes slip closed and he leans, very lightly, into her touch. "All I have left are my life and my blood," he tells her, in a faint, despairing whisper. "I've already lost the other two."
It takes her a moment to realize what he means, but when it sinks in, it pushes the air from her lungs all in a rush. "Oh," she says.
"Oh?" he asks, and then - then! - he laughs, though there's no joy in it. "I tell you that my heart is yours and my soul is damned for the sake of it, and you say oh?"
"Well," she says. "At least you're not alone."
"...oh," he breathes. He drops his head, blinking rapidly, and she thinks she sees the glint of tears. "I'm so sorry, Claire."
"Why?" she asks. "Whatever else happens, I am so, so glad to have met you, to have you and all your-" she gestures expansively, "weirdness in my life. I just don't want to see you become something you hate in some futile attempt to - what, destroy the devil of Hell's Kitchen?"
"I don't think Fisk is the Devil," he says. "...my grandmother always used to say, 'Be careful of the Murdock boys. They've got the Devil in them.' I think she was right. I think... I think that's why I joined the Church. I wanted to help people, sure, but I was also afraid... I thought if I gave my life to God, he'd cast the Devil out."
Now Claire's eyes are stinging, too. She leans forward, bringing her other hand to his face, tilting his head up. Eye contact is pointless, but she wants him to feel her sincerity in the insistence of her voice, the solidity of her embrace. "You don't have the Devil in you, Matt. You're just a person, a man like any other, with weaknesses, sure, but also with incredible blessings and a good, good heart. That's all."
Matt's expression crumples, anxious and perplexed. "But-" he starts.
Claire surprises them both by interrupting him with a kiss. It only lasts a moment before she catches herself, pulling back with a gasp. He looks stunned, blinking up at her from the floor. He grazes his lower lip with two fingers, the tip of his tongue flashing into view and then away.
Thoughtfully, like his mind's miles away, he says, "I was wondering how you'd taste." That shouldn't be hot, Claire thinks, but his words have kindled a heat that coils at the base of her spine anyway. "My sheets still smell like you," he continues, sounding wretched, sounding wrecked. "I wanted- I wanted so much, but I didn't-" It takes her a moment to comprehend, and then the image flashes into her mind, of Matt so hard he hurts, twisting under his sheets but refusing to touch himself.
Claire aches in sympathy, flushed with her own arousal and shame. "Oh, Matt," she says. "Matt, you-" She shifts forward, meaning to go to the floor beside him, pull him close so they can lean on each other, but he stops her, his hands on her shins.
"Please," he says, the word cracking like glass. "Please, Claire, just let me-" And slowly, slowly, his palms skim up to her knees, beneath the hem of her skirt, thumbs ducking into the space between her thighs and oh.
It's then that she realizes that they've come too far, that neither of them will ever say no to the other, that she'll never refuse him anything. Not when his hands caress her with such trembling reverence, when he bows his head to press his lips to her skin with such fervent care. She moves where he guides her, lifts her hips when he tugs at cotton. His mouth finds where she's wet and wanting, his tongue tracing the shape of her while she murmurs reassurance, encouragement, praise.
Claire lets her hand rest on the crown of his head, combing her fingers through his hair, and his muffled moan thrums through her pelvis. She arches up, gasping, and he does it again, learning what she likes through the hitch in her lungs, the quivering of her legs, the roll of her hips. Has he ever--? she wonders absently, but then he slips two fingers into her, crooking them just so, and that thought is banished by a bright, electric crest that has her muffling a cry into the back of her wrist.
Coming back to herself in stages, she can feel his ragged exhalations along her bare skin. His spine is bent, cheek pressed against her thigh, lungs working like a bellows. "Matt," she says, curling over him, arms around his shoulders. "Oh, Matt, come here, come here." She scoots up and drops to her knees beside him, stroking his face, peppering light kisses over his slick mouth and jaw.
"I can't," he says, eyes squeezed shut. He's clutching at her forearms, and when she trails her hand down his chest to find his hot hard length straining behind his fly, he gives a broken moan. "Don't," he says, "I can't," but he's pushing into her palm with little helpless thrusts anyway.
Claire gets it, then. He thinks he needs to deny himself this, even now. She kisses him again, tasting herself on his lips, his tongue. "Matthew," she sighs, feeling him jolt beneath her, hearing his shaky sob as he comes at her touch.
She rubs soothing circles into his back while he catches his breath.
"What do we do now?" he asks in a small voice.
"We deal with Hell later," she says, her stomach turning to lead and her spine to steel as she realizes where they are, what they've just done. "We save Hell's Kitchen first."
- end -
...speaking of hell, who's coming with me?
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(Anonymous) 2015-05-08 02:39 am (UTC)(link)Awh, thank you. This is one of the taboos I haven't quite written before, so I'm terrifically conflicted about it. Y'know, as you'd expect a former Catholic girl to be.
But I'm glad someone enjoyed reading it. :D
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(Anonymous) 2015-05-08 05:08 am (UTC)(link)(...but also i'm like 99% sure that this is set at the church i actually for real go to mass at, so i'm a little freaked out lol)
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(Anonymous) 2015-05-08 05:15 am (UTC)(link)EEK, I'M SORRY. I suppose I maybe oughtn't've done research, then... D8
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(Anonymous) 2015-05-08 07:22 am (UTC)(link)(thank you)
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(Anonymous) 2015-05-08 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)-- Author!Anon
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(Anonymous) 2015-05-08 02:13 pm (UTC)(link)Great characterization and blending of this AU into the show's plot. I am so here for Matt taking confession by day and giving his own punishment by night and feeling horrible about it and the bit with Father Lantom was brilliant. PLEASE POINT ME TO YOUR OTHER FICS if you have others, I'd love to read them.
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(Anonymous) 2015-05-08 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)(I figured it would be SO VERY like Matt to treat vigilantism as some kind of workaround to the seal of the confessional... and then yeah, feel bad about it. Because of course. *smh*)
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(Anonymous) 2015-05-20 07:44 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL [6/6]: "Revelations," (5x+1, as discussed above) Matt/Claire, Priest!Matt, Priest Kink
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(Anonymous) 2015-09-16 02:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL [4/6]: "Revelations," (5x+1, as discussed above) Matt/Claire, Priest!Matt, Priest Kink
(Anonymous) 2015-05-07 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL [4/6]: "Revelations," (5x+1, as discussed above) Matt/Claire, Priest!Matt, Priest Kink
(Anonymous) 2015-05-08 02:21 am (UTC)(link)^_^ I couldn't resist keeping Foggy in Matt's life!
Re: FILL [3/6]: "Revelations," (5x+1, as discussed above) Matt/Claire, Priest!Matt, Priest Kink
(Anonymous) 2015-05-07 04:30 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL [3/6]: "Revelations," (5x+1, as discussed above) Matt/Claire, Priest!Matt, Priest Kink
(Anonymous) 2015-05-07 04:36 am (UTC)(link)