⊹ ࣪ ˖ THE THINGS ID CHANGE
‘i don’t think any amount of praying, could save me, ma’am.’؛
ཐིཋྀ after lieutenant simon riley visits soap mactavishes hometown, he stumbles upon a devout catholic, whom he forms strong opinions about.
𐙚 simon riley x afab!religious reader
; smut, fluff, angst
chapter one; genesis
it all happened so fast. the quick cock of the gun pressed to johnnys head, the thud of his body, blood beginning to seep in a small puddle around his limp head, weakly tumbling down onto the concrete footing beneath him. it all happened too quickly, too suddenly for riley to comprehend, watching his partner in crime huff out heavy breaths as he was rushed away afterwards what happened even faster was the plane back to scotland with the man.
or—perhaps longer, the forever feeling of gratitude towards whatever god or deities above had spared johnny, the longing feeling of relaxation and thanks internally. oh, how fortunate they both happened to be, the first moment in centuries he believed there was an other worldly entity.
‘ye’ready tae experience some good oul’mactavish homeland?’
tan quizzed happily, despite having a large, thick band of bandages and cotton slung ‘round the side of his head, similar to a eyepatch that those of pirate life would’ve used, except across the side of his face and head; a smelly seagull from the beach could suffice as his parrot, simon thought.
‘don’ think i’ll ever be ready, johnny.’
a gruff voice erupted, letting the man march ahead infront of him, leaving blonde to carry bags of luggage and items, thick brows furrowed in an agitated expression, nose scrunched in soft thought as they walked down the laneway, a soft gasp and patter of footsteps sounding just ahead of them.
‘johnny! what happened to you?’
‘awk, stop dotin’ nai’—you’ve seen mawae’ worse, doll.’
brown eyes quickly darted up to meet your own, which were glancing into his own with a heavy sense of novelty—just before they quickly fluttered back to johnnys, thick lashes brushing against the chub of your cheek, fingers gently caressing the stubbled, strong jaw of the individual above you.
‘you have a lot of explaining tae’do, johnny..’
‘would you like some more, sir?’
you started, hovering at the kitchen counter, turning to the man hunched beside mohawk— empty mug in hand, that of which was previously filled with a generous amount of caffeine given to him by the poise woman glaring at him.
‘shouldn’.
he responded briefly, attention fixating onto soap, whom was carelessly folding himself across your sofa, practically using your lounge as a temporary camp for the pair of men, placing the mug down onto the glass coffee table infront of him.
‘hawve’ye’ been?’
‘i should be askin’ you, johnny. what the—what the dang where you thinkin’? told you not to get into that kind of work! s’for bad men, bad bad people involved in that business, for..for heavens sake!’
you spoke so carefully, so tenderly to johnny—yet so angrily, pure anxiety and frustration bubbling beneath that worrysome tone of yours, simon read you like a book within minutes, watching your fingers fumble with the crucifix pendant dangling between the valley of your chest, your brows knitting in sadness towards hawked momentarily, foot bouncing against the wooden boards of your floor.
‘ye havnae’ changed a bit, bonnie. yer’ still praying and going tae’ mass?’
‘always, sir. ever since you stepped foot out of this—this—horrible town.’
as your eyes met soaps, he reached out to encase his large palm around simon’s shoulder, standing himself up as the other beast followed suit, hands tucked in his tracksuit bottom-pockets, staring at you with a hardsetjaw, lids narrowed in study.
‘course y’ave..well, yeno’ where i am, aye?’
johnny paused, rubbing a hand along the back of his neck slowly.
‘we.’
he hummed, gesturing to the blonde beside him; who’s eyes were scanning along your outfit.
that night he said his first prayer in decades.
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I was tagged by @zablife to do this cute dressing up game about my very own cottagecore version 🌿🍄
here is the link -> [x] <-
tagging -> @melancholic--soull @pierangelis @porcelaine-poupee @prettypinkhaze @violaobanion
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