#Her middle name is Haima ^^

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Artemisia H. Jackson and Poseidon doesn't let one particular goddess within gunshot of his daughter. Relax for your father's sake, niece, you won't get his girl.

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Priest Philippines (Emilio) X Reader

Priest Philippines (Emilio) X Reader

 Hetalia belongs to Hidekaz Himaruya Emilio Jose Andres del Pilar (OCPH) belongs to admin HC/ Haima Cheir  Link: http://ask-emilz-de-philz.tumblr.com/ HC: http://apricusapothecary.tumblr.com/

This is dedicated to our handsome Kura Paroko Fr. John

(Father, I’m sorry but you are the inspiration for this hahahaha)

  [A/N: I’ve uploaded this before (forgot the year again) I just change something and I don’t know who to pair up with Emilio LoL, so it’s reader again....]

  P. S: I remember why I wrote this fic, Our old middle-aged head priest is being transferred to another place so, we had a new head priest! When I attended his first mass in our barangay during Christmas to New year season, everyone was gossiping how handsome our new ‘Kura Paroko’ is (and indeed, he was handsome). Back then, during the morning mass in Monday. He told us why he became a priest and said it was an accident, he just wanted to try but ended up enjoying his priesthood training. The oldies in my place  kept asking him about his lovelife before becoming a priest. Father was humorous during the interrogation of the old ladies even joking how he brought the issue of becoming a priest to his former lover. He just told her that there was a tennis court in the seminary and he could play for free so, he’d rather stay.(HAHAHAA)

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 I stared at you as you walked down the altar head held up high, it stung to look at you but I wanted to engraved you in my mind memorize every parts of you even if my eyes were about to spill the tears for you, staining the dress I wore, I always thought that I would be  with you walking in front of God but apparently God had already set plans for you.

 It was already a mistake when my heart had started to beat when we first laid eyes on each other, it was wrong to look at you more than anything, and I held myself to control what ever feelings I have for you but faith seems to test us,

 the first time we had meet was a surprise to me, you were still young about the same age as me if not a year older and I thought you were just one of the devotees a young devotee who is also at the choir, would you believe that when we laid eyes on each other I began to believe at ‘love at first sight’ I know it's cliche but it was true! at that moment I felt I was pulled into the future with you on my side as we walked down the aisle hand and hand, I continued to fantasizes on you until  the voice of the head priest broke my thoughts

 “ah… (name!) buenos dias! teenagers today should learn from you to have faith in God!”

Father Antonio interrupted us that time. I wanted glare but I knew he means no harm and simply wanted to greet me, and thus I smile back to him, he patted your back as he introduce you to me and I couldn’t help but to let the smile reach my (e/color) eyes upon hearing your name,

 “(name), this is Emilio mi hijo” at the mention of father Antonio of you being his son shocked me, it showed into my face and thus you further explained with that melodic voice of yours

 “y-your son father..?! b-but y-you look almost at the same age! a-and isn’t it unaccepted to have a son when you're a priest?!”

 “I was abandoned on the church when I was a small child and he raised me like his own son”

 you told me your life as we got to know each other, every passing time and day, we grew closer and closer to each other and at one time you showed you had the same feelings for me,

 at one night, when the moon was full and the stars glowed shiner than the sun we shared a  kiss under the tree, a kiss that melted both our hearts away and told one of us our love was pure and only for one another, I couldn’t be happier that night and it was still the most happiest thing that ever happened to me when you said those three words I knew you were the one for me  … or so I thought, I was pretty sure you were my better half that God had sent and I couldn’t be happier, until I found out you are already tied to God

 you were willing to follow on your father’s footstep as a priest, the news crashed my feelings but I didn’t let it show to you masking it

 “I’m so happy Emilio”  that was a lie “I hope you will find happiness in serving God” that was also a lie, I wanted you to stop  I wanted you to say you were only joking like you always did when you wanted me to smile, I wanted you to say you’ll marry me! you promised me didn’t you? under the tree? have you forgotten? you couldn’t happen to forgot those as I looked up into your brown eyes, I knew you remembered yet you don’t want to remember and kept it a secret,

 ‘Why? wasn’t I worth enough for you?’ I asked that soundless question to you as our eyes look at each other, and the only answer you gave me was a shock of your head and I found the answer to it ‘I am a servant of God’ your eyes spoke, I continued to stare until I could no longer take it, after you had told me the devastating news, I could no longer held my tears and they  started to run down my face.

 years pass and you became a priest like your father, and I was still the same, still holding on to our lost memories, wondering from time to time if you still had feelings for me like I do to you but I think mine was more powerful than yours or rather you were good at hiding it? then the time came when you were the one to replace your father as the head priest of the town’s church it made me happy to at least see you every sunday that you had accomplish your dreams, happy at least we got to see each other and smile at one another.

 Every sunday mass got me excited, excited to see you, but it also scared me. I know what I feel for you is wrong but regardless I took my chances and watched you, every time you spoke it made me swoon, it made me feel guilty, ashamed  of myself but I am only a human who fell in love to God’s servant. Then another unforgettable thing happened to us, Christmas had arrived and the last mass for the day had ended with everyone rejoicing ignorant of our existence as they greet their families and friends, you pulled me into the confession booth with our bodies so close together in the tiny space, for the second time of our life we kissed, I had longed for you, and I knew as well as you, we continued to kiss passionately without regards to the public whether they found us out or not, but then you pulled away looking at me lovingly at the same time sadly, caressing my cheeks from your hands, you wiped away the tears I hadn’t felt fallen and slowly you kissed me again embracing me softly in your arms

 “mahal na mahal kita (name), I will always will” you whispered

 “I love you too, Emilio’ I sobbed, hearing you say those words again welled up my heart, but as soon as you make my heart beat again, as soon as you also crashed it

“I am sorry but please let's put an end to our relationship, I am a priest,”

“b-but y-you-we just kissed! I-I thought you loved me? didn’t you say just a while ago?”  I frantically pulled your robe and cloak, holding on to it as an assurance that you aren’t my hallucination but on second thought, I think I would prefer if this was all my hallucination after you spoke the words

 “ what I have done with you here is a sin I shall carry until I die, the punishment for crashing your heart over and over again”

 “then I am a sinner as well! I kissed you willingly in wanton, why is it I cannot love you? Is it wrong?!” then your hands silenced me carefully “(name)...” you lovingly said my name “it is never a sin to love but it is wrong for me to love you when I know I am a servant of God,you're not a sinner as I am the one who had dragged you, (name) please… forget about me”

 that was the last time we spoke after I had run out of the booth, and we never saw each other again… until today where everyone is smiling and congratulating me, flowers all around the church and everyone wearing white, the sound of the choir singing a lovely tune as I walked down the aisle to be wed with my soon to be husband (fav. Hetalia human name country).

 I guess faith really was testing us, as I found out that you and (fav. hetalia country) were best friends and he had requested you to be the one to marry us. We looked at each other once again and I could tell from your eyes, you had shut the memories of us out of your mind, you don’t know how you managed to kill my heart and yet I still love you, now on my wedding, with you as our priest I had vowed to shut my memories of you as well but, deep down inside I wish you were the one standing beside me now, holding my hand with a ring and the one kissing me. I looked at my husband’s eye then to you hoping that my prayer and wish will reach you

 “Forgive me father for I have sin, I still love you Father...Emilio”