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Father Paul.
So I started watching Midnight Mass (not finished tho shhh)
“O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us from the fire of hell, lead all souls to heaven, especially those who are in most need of Thy mercy. O my Jesus, forgive us our sins, save us…”
Father Paul is rocking back and forth, holding one of your hands with both of his own. He keeps repeating the prayer while Sarah tries everything she can to bring you back for the second time in an hour.
It doesn’t seem like an overdose. It doesn’t seem like an aneurysm or – or a heart attack. In fact, your heart is working at an incredible pace. And you’re burning up. And you’re bleeding. The nose is gushing a steady stream and blood is starting to trickle through the closed eyelids combined with tears and it’s coming out from your fingernails, covering the priest’s hands in thin rivulets.
Sarah has never seen this before.
And we're back!
Again!
To those of you who have held on this long - thank you. I know this fic has been slow to update, but I hope I'm crafting something that's high quality. I adore you, and you deserve that.
So, you know what this is all building to. Maybe not "how" just yet - but the inevitable is coming. *Of course* I mean a big fat confrontation between Sheriff Hassan and Monsignor "Liar Liar Pants On Fire"
This is where it all starts to get real, my loves. Hang on to your rosaries! From here on out, there's a dearth of sunshine and pop tarts till story's end.
Also, it should be noted that I have absolutely no medical training and your suspension of disbelief is going to have to kick in.
I'm a doctor but I'm not *that* kind of doctor.
Tagging some mutes and supporters new and old this time.
*mwah*
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
MM fans talking about Father Paul:
The most appealing characteristic of Father Paul is that he's just nice and kind with everyone, even with that annoying ass bitch Bev Keane.
Midnight Mass yadda yadda art historical reference yadda yadda something about fathers who have made Arguably Questionable Decisions™ holding their dying children yadda yadda…
The piece it’s based on is “Ivan The Terrible and his Son” by Ilya Repin.
The Life and Death of Riley Ch 5
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Now that the Midnight Mass fandom is finally as cold and dead as the body of Joe Collie at the bottom of the ocean, I have completed chapter 5 of my little tête-à-tête between John and Riley. And it's finally getting, uh, interesting.
i put more effort into these memes than my schoolwork at this point