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phantisma (also known as Amara)
I may love me some crack, and I may be an angst whore, but I also have a priest!kink the size of Manhattan. Today's theme is "Bless me Father, For I Have Sinned"....where we play with priests, pastors, rabbis, nuns, monks...as long as there is a religious person involved, it's all good. To be fair, this can include dress up if you like, we all know how some of our favoriteplaythings characters like to dress up.
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Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):
CWRPS, JDM/Christian Kane, Jeff's got a role as a priest, it's driving Chris crazy
Supernatural, Sam & Dean, when he left at 17 he went to seminary
White Collar/Leverage, Neal/Eliot (+ author's choice), One of them is dressed as a priest for a con, the other finds it distracting
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phantisma (also known as Amara)I may love me some crack, and I may be an angst whore, but I also have a priest!kink the size of Manhattan. Today's theme is "Bless me Father, For I Have Sinned"....where we play with priests, pastors, rabbis, nuns, monks...as long as there is a religious person involved, it's all good. To be fair, this can include dress up if you like, we all know how some of our favorite
As always, obey the rules:
* Three prompts per fandom, and no more than five total. If one of your prompts is filled, you may post another.
* No spoilers for new shows/seasons until at least one week after airing.
* If your fill contains spoilers, please warn for it and leave enough space for people to pass by.
Feed the overworked codemonkeys correctly formatted prompts (and not overly long, don't write the story for them, inspire them):
CWRPS, JDM/Christian Kane, Jeff's got a role as a priest, it's driving Chris crazy
Supernatural, Sam & Dean, when he left at 17 he went to seminary
White Collar/Leverage, Neal/Eliot (+ author's choice), One of them is dressed as a priest for a con, the other finds it distracting
Or you can visit our lonely prompts...
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Date: 2011-02-03 12:58 am (UTC)(Warning: it got pretty naughty!)
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Date: 2011-02-02 02:28 pm (UTC)Dick rolled his eyes, while Tim just stood in the background giggling, "Jason, we need you to go undercover as a priest to see if drugs truly are being handed out in there."
"Yeah yeah. But how do you even get that suspicion in a church?!"
"There's only teenagers in that church."
"Oh. Well why the hell am I doing this for you guys again? Have I lost my fucking mind?" Jason questioned.
"Because," Steph said, making her presence known, "I'm dressing up as a priest with you, too." She didn't look to happy, her back and shoulders were slumped, and she was dragging her feet.
"Okay then! Let's go!" Jason bounding out of the Cave, leaving Steph behind.
Dick and Tim looked over to Steph, "You're not going with him, are you?" Tim asked.
"Hell. No." Steph said while removing her priest robes.
And during that time, Jason was stuck trying to read off the Bible to a bunch of drugged out teenagers. "Fuck you Steph. Fuck you..." he muttered under his breath before continuing the reading.
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Date: 2011-02-02 02:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-02 02:24 pm (UTC)be thou my vision - sam/dean implied, pg
Date: 2011-02-03 12:51 am (UTC)Sometimes Dean thinks the old man knew before they did. There was this way he used to look at them. Dean once thought it was just because they were John Winchester's wild boys. Better suited to bouncing around in the Impala's back seat or chasing baby blackdogs through the brush than to sitting in a church pew. And then there was that one time Sammy drew smurfs all over Pastor Jim's altar cloths; that time Dean tried to look up Sister Teresa's skirt.
But it was more than that. Dean figured it out one night when he and Sam snuck back into the little apartment at the back of the rectory where Pastor Jim let them stay when Dad dumped them on him.
They'd gone to this abandoned house a few houses down the block to make out and Sam's lips still looked bitten; Dean was still thrumming with anxious energy (they hadn't gone too far by then; nothing with their clothes all the way off.)
Jim was waiting up. They hadn't expected that. He was sitting at his kitchen table and he gave them The Look.
Nobody said anything. They just stared at one another and then Jim gave Dean and Sam both a little smile and told them they needed to keep better track of time the next time they went out... exploring.
Dean doesn't know why the Pastor didn't call them out on what they'd been doing. Was sure, even then, that he was going to burn in Hell one day because you don't get to have what he had with his brother and not pay for it. Even if what Dean had with Sam was the one good thing in his whole frickin' life worth going to Hell for.
Jim probably had his reasons. Good ones. He probably figured Dean and Sam were both so far gone - even then, even as boys - or so soon to be beyond his reach that any one sin wasn't worth getting worked up over.
But Dean likes to think that that wasn't it. That Jim didn't condemn them because he didn't feel that they needed to be condemned. That he understood somehow. Or loved them enough to accept them even if they were beyond understanding.
When Jim dies Dean feels a little bit more alone in the world. For all the spells and prayers Dad had taught them, for all the rosaries and crucifixes and bottles of holy water in the trunk of the Impala, Pastor Jim was the closest thing to any real connection to religion that Dean and Sam had ever had.
And that he had never looked down on them had made Dean and Sam feel a little like there was someone looking down on them, out there somewhere, and with something other than disgust in His eyes.
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Date: 2011-02-02 02:25 pm (UTC)Fill 1/2 (plus not so sneaky crossover)
Date: 2016-09-28 07:28 pm (UTC)He’s never been to this church before, but old habits die hard. He figures it’s better that his old habits are catholic cathedrals and confession instead of drugs or even alcohol, but he doesn’t know what to say, what to do. The priests he worked with as a kid were in turns stern and judgmental and kind. They were people, kind and funny and harsh and imperfect, and however they were, they were always a more consistent presence that DiNozzo Senior.
Tony peers into the priest side of the booth, but there’s no one there. He wonders if there’s a button to push or a bell to ring or -
The young man who comes scooting out of the back is wearing a black cassock and a white collar, but he looks like no priest Tony ever knew growing up. He’s, well, young, first of all, younger-looking than Tony. He has long red-brown hair tied back in a braid, and his big blue eyes are so dark they’re almost violet.
“Father,” Tony says, half a question.
“Father Maxwell.” The priest beams, and his sunny smile is so open, so friendly that Tony cannot help but smile back. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before, but I just took over for the, er, senior Father Maxwell, so I’m still learning names and faces.”
“Tony DiNozzo,” he says, and shakes the priest’s hand. Father Maxwell’s hands are broad and strong, roughly callused from work, and his handshake is firm, confident. “I’m here for confession.”
“Of course.” Father Maxwell gestures toward the confessional, and while Tony knows this is supposed to be anonymous, well, he’s never been here before, and he probably won’t come again.
He gets into the booth, and with the screen separating them, making them a bit more anonymous, Tony is nervous, because he liked Father Maxwell’s big smile, and he doesn’t want to make the man frown. What is with Tony and his pathetic need for approval from authority figures, even ones who look like they shave even less often than Probie?
But he kneels and crosses himself and says, “Bless me father for I have sinned, it has been…years since my last confession.”
They go through the ritual language, which is surprisingly comforting. Father Maxwell’s voice seems deeper, now that Tony cannot see his young face, and he opens his mouth. And freezes.
So he starts small, talking about all of the times he’s tormented Probie or looked wrong at Abby or Kate (no, don’t think about Kate) or Ziva.
A couple of times he tries to work up to the fact that he is in love with the man he calls his Boss, that he was carrying on an affair with said boss (is it really an affair if neither of them married?), and that he’s brokenhearted because said boss got caught in an explosion, lost his memory, and walked away from him.
But he never quite gets there.
Father Maxwell listens to each small confession, each small transgression, advises Tony of the appropriate penance, and doesn’t pry.
After a while, Tony runs out of steam, and Father Maxwell ends the session, and that’s that.
He steps out of the confessional, and Father Maxwell stays behind, gives him some measure of anonymity. The spiky-haired guy stands up and heads into the confessional, brushing by Tony so closely Tony can feel his heat, and Tony hurries on his way.
He comes back the next week, and he keeps to the small sins, more picking on Probie, checking out Director Shepard, flirting with women on the job, and Father Maxwell is as patient and appropriate as last week.
That spiky-haired guy is there when Tony arrives and goes right in after him, and Tony thinks it’s weird, that the guy has weekly confession scheduled in at such a weird time.
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Date: 2011-02-02 03:42 pm (UTC)"All due respect." Steve said sarcastically, his hand once again cupping to Danny's ass as he closed the door.
Danny jumped forward and whirled, leaning in and lowering his voice as if they weren't alone. "I'm undercover as a freakin' priest and you think now is an appropriate time to grab my ass?"
"No time like the present." Steve responded, still coming at him, and Danny found himself pinned between Steve and the desk.
"I'd like to point out that we're supposed to be working."
Steve grinned and nodded. "I'm working."
"This isn't working." Danny put both hands on his chest as he leaned in closer.
"Oh, it's working for me just fine." Steve insisted, tugging his hands away and nipping at his lips. "Just fine."
There was a knock on the door and Steve stepped away as Sister Ann opened the door. "Father, David Ho's parents are here, as you requested."
"Give me a minute, Sister." Danny held up a finger at Steve. "You know, in my day, Father McGilley would spank us for mouthing off."
Steve smirked all the harder and put his shades on as he headed for the door. "Promises, promises."
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Date: 2011-02-02 02:42 pm (UTC)no fic but...
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Date: 2011-02-02 02:53 pm (UTC)Fill- Nuns are Evil
Date: 2011-02-02 10:57 pm (UTC)"Because I like dressing as a nun. What's up your butt?"
"Nothing right now, but can you be in my trailer in 15?"
"Be right there."
(sorry so short!)
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Date: 2011-02-02 02:56 pm (UTC)(Bonus for any Gabriel bits)
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Date: 2011-02-02 03:12 pm (UTC)Fill: Making room for more sinning
Date: 2011-09-25 02:02 am (UTC)"Not... exactly. You are supposed to actually regret your sins. And then stop doing them."
"Well, that don't make no sense at all. If I want to take the girl out back, why would she want someone to take her out back who don't want to?"
"I think I'll leave you to ponder that question by yourself."
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