May the Holy Father Protect You

*

A beautiful male obstetrician shou with a secret x a cultured scoundrel pope gong who seems to have no desire for worldly pleasures

The first time Geser went to a masked ball in Lotian, he was looking for someone. Unfortunately, he found the wrong person: a depraved believer who reveled in the pleasures of the flesh.

As he was leaving, the believer raised his wineglass and said to him, "May the Holy Father protect you."

In an age of religion, it was a simple blessing on everyone's lips.

Later, they met at the masked ball every month, but never took off their masks. They knew each other only behind those masks. Once the ball ended and the masks came off, they had nothing to do with each other.

Neither revealed their name. They used playing-card titles instead: one was called K, the other Q.

Every time the evening ended, he would still say, "May the Holy Father protect you."

Later, Geser's identity was exposed, leaving him in grave danger. The Church, led by the pope, searched the whole city for him.

He wanted to leave the Holy Torje Empire. With no other choice, he sought K's help, hoping K could use his influence in the Church to help him escape.

*

As pope of the religious world and the Holy Father in everyone's eyes, Gafan thought sending someone abroad would be an easy matter.

That night, he arranged for Q to leave the empire while also personally plotting to arrest a prince of a neighboring kingdom.

Only after capturing him did he learn that the prince had never had any chance of escaping.

"You don't need God. You only need the Holy Father. May the Holy Father protect you."

❤️‍🔥 1v1, devoted to each other in body and heart; fictional Western setting, no need to overanalyze, anything goes

❤️‍🔥 Hope you enjoy reading~ (heart)

A second-generation story in the same world 🥂 Coming soon: Satan's Own Hand

[Come have a cup of tea~]

*

The newly appointed Pope Shamil I scrupulously observes the commandments and lives an ascetic life.

He loves all people and, as God's messenger, spreads truth and the Gospel. He is a perfect Holy Father, revered by all, flawless in appearance, words, actions, and character.

Yet he believes he has three failings:

One, he ignored his godfather's advice and gave up medicine to enter the clergy.

Two, when he broke up with his young lover, he slapped him.

Three, three years later, he tore up a handwritten letter from his lover... no, from the Duke Winston.

*

"I've come to confess, Holy Father." Duke Winston's manner is devout, like any believer coming to confession.

Shamil: "God will hear your true heart."

Winston smiles for some reason. "I regret that I never tore open your pure white robes, dear Holy Father."

"I willingly accept your judgment. I would cut out my heart as a gift and await the flames of the cross, yet I will never forget possessing you. Dear Holy Father."

If even a cold glance at a member of the clergy is a crime, then how should one judge the man who became the pope's lover and indulged in every wicked pleasure?

Beneath the gaze of the statue of God, upon the Holy See, the duke kneels beside the sacred Holy Father and asks, "Would you act cute for me?"

Shamil looks down at him, coaxing: "Isn't that what you're good at?"

"Please."

So Shamil cups his face, lowers his head, and gives him a kiss, then praises him warmly: "How adorable."

A meteor shower is swallowed by giants, and the stake roasts corrupted souls.

Leeches crawl from swamps toward human heads, and pearls grow inside bellies.

Does the world fit you?

On your knees, to whom do you confess?

We are not free.

Bastard is the highest praise.

★ 1v1, devoted to each other in body and heart; age gap of two or three years, with the gong younger

★ An extremely fictional Western fantasy setting, no need to overanalyze

#

Theme: Hold fast to your faith and break through constraints