Father paul x reader Oneshots
I do not own any of the characters of midnight mass it is only intended for creative purposes.
I will try and make y/n as vague as possible in order for you to be included mkay ☺️
A/n: So we all know the vampire looks like a skyrim one but in my head it can shift from that form into a more humanoid one, so that's what you'll be. Annnnd I checked and priests can be married if they were married before they were ordained and this is what I'm kinda gonna go with mkay?
-In the holy land-
A dark figure silhouettes the cave as the shadows dance around the walls. You spot a frail looking gentleman kneeling and reciting the Lords prayer in panic, and then faster as the sound of your heels clicking towards him captures his attention.
You stand in front of him and place your fingers under his chin to help him stand. His eyes go doe like at your arrival as you hear his heartbeat start to return to a normal pace.
'Finally an angel to answer my prayer to the Lord!'
'Ah my sweet priest I've come to answer your prayers, such devotion to your practice deserves reward, life has no meaning anymore does it? But what if I could give it back to you and sickness and death could never touch you again?' you spoke.
'What do I have to do my angel?'
'Spread word of my gospel, the word of your angel'
-back in america-
It's night and the lights in the vicarage are on and Beverly makes her way over assuming that monsignor pruitt is back from his time in the holy land.
'Ah monsignor?'
She knocked
'You're back I was waiting for you by the dock but never noticed you turn up-'
The door opens and you step onto the porch, Beverly immediately noted on an uneasy feeling from you.
*You stand there in either of these outfits*
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'Oh hello, I was just looking for monsignor who are you?' she asked surprised at your appearance.
'ah yes monsignor pruitt, I'm afraid he was taken ill on his journey but assures that he is well, he has sent me and another in his place, Father Paul, however you, and the rest of the town will meet him soon enough I can guarantee' you stated plainly
'Oh well of course, I shall write my condolences to monsignor about his illness, thank you?'
'Hill, y/n Hill and its Mrs'
you say flashing a small band around your finger
'It was lovely to meet you Beverly goodnight' you said as you closed the door.
As Bev walked away she froze
She hadn't told you her name..
-The next day-
Father Paul awoke and as he passed by the crate he stroked it gently and hummed
'my angel'
While there was still time in the morning he blacked out the bedroom windows and made sure no sunlight could pass through. He then dragged the heavy crate into the room shut the door, switched on the light and opened the crate.
You step out and check the room once more for any glimpse of sunlight.
'Well done my love' you sigh and wrap your arms around him
'You are gods gift to me and who am I to deny such a gift' he laughed in your hair.
'I only wish I could be there at the sermon today to watch your ~first appearance~ to the town'
you sigh
'Sometimes, my love, I do miss the light but nothing can be done of that now' you giggle.
You bring him into a deep kiss and slightly tug at his hair to deepen it even more.
You break away first breathless. As he goes in for another you gently back away.
'No no no no, we don't want you being late first thing now do we, for all to work out as it must, we must stick to the Lords plan' you laugh.
He grumbles quietly
'Come on if you shut the curtains I can see you out to work like an old-fashioned wife'
'Okay, my angel everything will go according to plan they will all see God's purpose for us and the marvelous gift that you, his angel will bestow'.
Father paul heads out of the room to shut the curtains so that you can see him out.
You give him one last kiss on his way out the door, as he leaves you hand burns slightly because of the sun coming in from the doorway.
You wince slightly and slam the door.
You make your way back to your room and shut yourself in waiting for when you husband and worshipper, depending on how you looked at it, would return.
A/n Let me know what you think and I am open to all suggestions so don't be shy, unless they're super fucking weird, lmao.