For pynch prompts: first date! Or a day out with the gang. Honestly whatever you want :)
Baby’s first Mass. Also here with added catholicism in the notes
“When you said come out with me today, this is not what I thought you meant,” Adam hisses, self conscious in his jeans. Ronan grimaces at him. He looks like he wants to strangle himself with his own tie.
“I fucking forgot, okay-”
“Don’t say fucking in mass, shithead-”
“Eat me, Declan- Adam, I forgot I had to come to church.”
“You go every Sunday,” Adam grumbles under his breath, “You even had your suit. How could you possibly forget?”
Ronan shoots him a withering look, one that screams “you know why, horndog.” And Adam totally knows why- he and Ronan had been too busy to go to sleep until about 4 am, and Ronan had slept straight through every single one of Declan’s increasingly irritable voicemails.
He had not wanted to wake up to Declan banging on the door of his tiny apartment about St. Agnes (forgive them both father because they had done a lot of sinning the night previously), still naked, with Ronan dead to the world on his chest.
Adam has never been to a Catholic mass before. He’s been in St. Agnes, and he’s heard the organ through the floor every day he’s lived there. He studiously avoids looking at the space where dream Ronan had died choking on his own blood, studiously avoids thinking about regretting leaving Ronan to clean up his own mess. Can’t help thinking about Ronan, actually dying in the front seat of the beemer while Adam, blindfolded and bound and beholden to a demon and helpless, can do nothing but listen to him gasp and writhe. The echo of the engine out of ear spins through his bad ear.
“You okay?” Ronan whispers, lacing their fingers together on the seat of the pew. Adam swallows convulsively. The little old lady next to them stares pointedly at their joined hands and Adam half expects Ronan to flip her off in a house of God but he doesn’t.
“Yeah just- thinking.”
“Quit talking in church,” Declan hisses, from the other side of Matthew’s curly head. The choir is singing and suddenly everyone around Adam is standing up, so he stands up too. And then proceeds to stand there, awkwardly, because he doesn’t know the words, or the funny little gestures Ronan and Declan and Matthew do in perfect sync.
The priest starts to read from the Bible. Adam, at least, has read the Bible. Ronan keeps their hands together.
There’s a lot of sitting, standing, some kneeling. Adam remains confused. Ronan goes to communion (Adam at least knows what that is because of learning about the Reformation), but Adam stays in the pew. Ronan doesn’t take the wafer, just crosses his arms across his chest and lets the priest touch him on the forehead. Then it’s over.
“That wasn’t so bad, eh?” Ronan asks as they leave the church ahead of Declan and Matthew. Ronan is swinging their hands between them like a little kid. Adam tries to hide his smile.
