#priests tw

[someotherdog]

character/ finn availability / any except for familial or t*boo story / finn is the local priest in a town where no one can escape, and if that wasn't enough, monsters come out of the woods at night. your muse has freshly touched the tree that transports them into town and finn is tasked to help acclimate them to their new life. ya girl just started watching from, what of it? setting / the makeshift church in town

“hello,” finn greeted politely, voice soft as if calming a fractious child. he pulled out a chair from the opposite side of his desk and gestured for them to sit down. “i’m father stokely, why don’t you have a seat?” he returned to his own chair and sat, hands clasping on top of his desk. “it’s okay, you don’t have to be catholic. or even a christian, for that matter. everyone gets the same speech, free of charge.” he gave a flash of a small, soft smile. he had been taking care of initiation for over three years now, but it never got easier. having to tell someone they were stuck forever and at risk of death each night wore on his soul, but as a priest, he was meant to comfort. god had seen it fit that he comforted souls here, and he intended to carry out the lord’s purpose for him. it helped that there was limited access to alcohol, but perhaps that was god looking out for him (for once). “have they explained to you a little about what’s going on? or shall i start from the beginning?”

[tragedienes]

character: finn open: m/f/nb plot: finn is a priest at the local catholic church. recently he’s gotten very close to your muse (up to you as to why), one of his parishioners, and people are starting to talk. after his bishop gives him a lecture, finn decides it would be best to keep his distance from your muse.

it probably wasn’t the best decision for them to meet in the church late in the evening. especially not hours after his own bishop told him to keep his relationship with his flock strictly professional—wasn’t he in the profession of comforting souls? finn wanted to say that, but he knew better than to backtalk to bishop sanderson. he had wanted to say that, but truthfully, he had to concede that they were getting a little too close, more friends than priest and parishioner. so, he had called them to the church as if it was one of their regular meetings, sitting in the pews together innocently. leaning forward, finnegan had a feeling this was not going to be as easy as he had hoped. “i know i’ve been a comfort to you these past few weeks,” finnegan smiled softly, reassuringly, “but i think it would be best for our interactions to be kept strictly to mass for the time being.”

[someotherdog]

character / finn availability / any except for familial or t*boo story / finn is a priest at the local catholic church. your muse has called him to their house because their family member (sibling, parent, spouse/partner, anyone that isn’t a minor) or roommate/friend has been possessed by a demon. the problem is that finn isn’t specifically trained in exorcisms, but he will try to help as best as he can. it’s up to you how close finn is to your muse, i.e. if they have a close pastoral relationship, they have feelings for each other, or they never met before. (basically it’s the exorcist okay leave me alone) setting / your muse's house

finn, as a rule, didn’t make house calls often. in special circumstances, he’d perform sacraments for homebound parishioners, or if someone desperately sought out his guidance, he’d stopped by for a chat. mostly, he preferred to keep churchly business strictly to the church. the optics were better for him to meet in his office or the confessional booth. they had sounded so panicked on the phone, though. what kind of priest would he be if he didn’t at least swing by to see what he could do for them? that was what led to him standing on the doorstep, waiting for a moment after he rang the doorbell. when the door finally opened, all he could hear was screaming and sobbing behind them. he thought he could hear someone laughing, too. “hi… you called for a priest?” finn peered around their head, trying to see the source of the cacophony, “what, um, is going on exactly?”

[someotherdog]

character / finn availability / f, nb story / finn is a priest that has complicated feelings for your character. despite how hard he's tried to keep away from them, they shared a kiss last night and he's feeling very, very guilty.

it was wrong. it wasn't illegal in the legal sense, but by the law of god, he had committed a crime. no, a sin. it was a sin. it was natural for him, a priest, to get attached to a parishioner. it was even natural for him to feel something for them, it was something they warned him about in seminary school, but this was beyond the pale. this was... wrong! it was just fucking wrong. he wished it could be blamed on some demon, that terrible urge to lean forward in the pew and press a quick, fumbling kiss to their lips. he wished it could be blamed on anything other than the simple, overwhelming desire to touch a beautiful woman. it would make it easier, certainly, if it had been the fault of the devil. finn had pushed them away as if he hadn't been the one to initiate, made a flimsy excuse about mass the next morning, and hastily left them alone in the darkened church.

it wasn't dark in the church anymore. mass had ended over an hour ago, and he spent his whole sermon searching the pews for her. he had hoped she wouldn't show her face after tempting him. he had hoped she'd be front row, almost close enough to touch. to his relief, and his dismay, they hadn't shown. not until the church was empty and finn was almost ready to return to his office. turning away from the altar, he saw them standing just a few feet away. his breath caught in his throat. “h—hi.” normally an eloquent man, their visage always struck him dumb. “i figured you weren't coming.”

[someotherdog]

character: finn open: m/f/nb plot: finn is a priest at the local catholic church. recently he’s gotten very close to your muse (up to you as to why), one of his parishioners, and people are starting to talk. after his bishop gives him a lecture, finn decides it would be best to keep his distance from your muse. this post was made using beta editor, please do not reblog it in legacy as i no longer have access to it!

it probably wasn’t the best decision for them to meet in the church late in the evening. especially not hours after his own bishop told him to keep his relationship with his flock strictly professional—wasn’t he in the profession of comforting souls? finn wanted to say that, but he knew better than to backtalk to bishop sanderson. he had wanted to say that, but truthfully, he had to concede that they were getting a little too close, more friends than priest and parishioner. so, he had called them to the church as if it was one of their regular meetings, sitting in the pews together innocently. leaning forward, finnegan had a feeling this was not going to be as easy as he had hoped. “i know i’ve been a comfort to you these past few weeks,” finnegan smiled softly, reassuringly, “but i think it would be best for our interactions to be kept strictly to mass for the time being.”

[tragedienes]

character: finn open: m/f/nb plot: finn is a priest at the local catholic church. your muse is either being haunted/possessed or someone in their family is, and they’ve come to finn to ask for help in the middle of the night. it’s up to you if your muse is a parishioner of his church or meeting each other for the first time.

“i’m...” father finnegan was struck silent. his job was to know exactly what to say, and when to say it, but they uncharacteristically had him at a loss for words. “i’m sorry you’re... dealing with this.” he tried to say diplomatically, treading carefully. “but i need more information before i can call the vatican,” or the archbishop for that matter, “there’s procedures in place. i want to help you, i do, but it’s very late at night. i can’t do much for you at this time.” he hated how unhelpful he was sounding, but he wasn’t sure what the actual procedures were in a situation like this. of course he had learned about spirits and demons in seminary school, but it all seemed so far away from him now. “do you feel safe going home? you can stay here if you need to.” 

[tragedienes]

character: finn open: m/f/nb plot: finn is a priest at the local catholic church. recently he’s gotten very close to your muse (up to you as to why), one of his parishioners, and people are starting to talk. after his bishop gives him a lecture, finn decides it would be best to keep his distance from your muse.

it probably wasn’t the best decision for them to meet in the church late in the evening. especially not hours after his own bishop told him to keep his relationship with his flock strictly professional—wasn’t he in the profession of comforting souls? finn wanted to say that, but he knew better than to backtalk to bishop sanderson. he had wanted to say that, but truthfully, he had to concede that they were getting a little too close, more friends than priest and parishioner. so, he had called them to the church as if it was one of their regular meetings, sitting in the pews together innocently. leaning forward, finnegan had a feeling this was not going to be as easy as he had hoped. “i know i’ve been a comfort to you these past few weeks,” finnegan smiled softly, reassuringly, “but i think it would be best for our interactions to be kept strictly to mass for the time being.”

[someotherdog]

@mcturethemes / continued from here, with a bit of a time skip. / posted in beta!

he walked her out the church's doors. he walked her to her car. he walked her out of his life. finn couldn't say he expected to see violet that sunday, even if she said she would come. she took their 'breakup' in stride, but there was a hurt there. he could see it, or maybe he was just projecting. maybe, like when he broke it off, he wanted her to be sad because he wasn't allowed to be. she would feel the hurt for the both of them, and he'd shove his deep down inside, like he did with all of his feelings.

he didn't expect to see her the following sunday. the wound was too fresh, and while he would've been glad to see her in the pews, he had to be a bit relieved, too. finn felt guilt over both parts and prayed on it heavily. god didn't seem to be listening, though. after three sundays, he had to concede that violet was gone from his life. he hoped she at least found another aa meeting to attend, if nothing else.

finally, he saw her. he wasn't sure, for the first few seconds, that it was really violet. like after every other aa meeting hosted in the basement of st. joseph's, finn was the first one to arrive to the meeting and the last to leave. locking up, he was bounding down the steps of the church when he noticed a car in the parking lot. briefly, he had been nervous—dark parking lot, man of the cloth; it had an episode of dateline written all over it. then he recognized the car. finn debated approaching for a whole minute. in the end, he walked over and softly rapped on the window with his knuckles, "hi, violet. good evening." he spoke quietly and smiled cautiously, like she was a cornered animal. "the meeting ended half an hour ago." as if he thought she didn't already know that. it was how they met, after all. "how are you doing?"