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The Pastor's Son No More (Sally Face)

A Salvis oneshot because it's the only thing I can ship with a good conscience, maybe Sal and Ashley as well but that is also kind of toeing the line.

Travis looked up at the towering building in front of him and attempted to shake out his nerves. Phelps Ministry was a simple but lovely building, it was a place that always made him slightly uneasy but it was a small price to pay for the sense of community it brought, at least that's what all the adults had always told him, he found most of them creepy, but he would miss the few he did like a lot. Phelps Ministry was owned by Travis' ancestors going back multiple generations, it saddened him to think that this was where that line ended.

"Travis, you good?" Travis jumped, hearing a voice behind him.

"Oh," Travis said turning around to address the boy behind him "Yeah Sal, don't worry about it." He attempted a smile but even through his mask Travis could see his boyfriend didn't buy it.

"Well, just in case, I'm here, and think about it, after this, you never have to see your dad again right? So this is just the last stretch, then freedom!" Sally Face replied, lacing his fingers in Travis's.

"Yeah, but that also means that I won't see anyone else here, and I'm gonna miss them some of them like crazy," Travis choked out, barely holding back his tears, up until then he'd been fine but something about seeing this place for what he knew would be the last time just got to him, even if it had been weeks since his father kicked him out and he had moved in with Sal and his dad. Even if he already knew that he would have to leave the church and had gotten the news at least 2 weeks ago.

"Well I'll always be here, unless I die, but then I'll just haunt you with Megan, she said she wants to meet you actually," Sal said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"Sally, I've told you once I will tell you a thousand times, I'm not going into that bathroom," Travis said as he grabbed his boyfriend's cheeks, so to speak.

"You scared?" Sal teased, Travis imagined him wiggling his eyebrows underneath that prosthetic.

"Terribly, but that is a topic for another time," Travis replied, kissing the forehead of the prosthetic. He looked up at the church once again, knowing this would be the last time he'd get the chance this close.

"You can do this," Sal reminded Travis, to which he nodded, grabbed Sal by the wrist and marched in before he could change his mind.

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In order to avoid any suspicion of family drama Travis had to arrive early as per usual which was awkward to say the least. He was about to walk around to the closest seats to the front when he realised that he wasn't welcome there anymore. Sal must've noticed his face fall because he led them to seats closer to the back and sat them down, then after checking that no one other than Travis's parents were watching them - since they'd been watching them since they entered anyways - pulled Travis down to rest his head on his shoulder. Travis took this as an opportunity to distract himself from the situation at hand and take a moment to appreciate the beautiful person beside him. Sal had come all this way, ignored his genuine distaste for the church because of its attitude to the paranormal and even got dressed up in a button up shirt (though he still wore ripped jeans because he'd only go so far) all to support Travis in this, his last visit to the church. Usually a person leaving a church will give about two months notice to the pastor and a little less to everyone else, giving them the chance to say their goodbyes but after his dad had kicked him out Travis had barely been able to negotiate for the one church visit.

"Hey, can I ask a question?" Sal randomly asked as a few people began to trickle in, distracting Travis from his thoughts.

"Shoot," Travis responded, pulling himself up after catching a few glances his way.