#using tumblr like a confessional again maybe i should just find a priest

[summerwritesfics]

⛓️Father,  Did You Miss Me?

Pairing: Hanzo Hasashi/Kuai Liang Length: 2496 Words Rating: Explicit 🔞 Warnings: Supernatural/Modern AU, Priest!Kuai Liang, Demon!Hanzo Hasashi, Priest Kink, Deepthroating, Prostate Massage, Crying, Cathoclicism, Confessional, Catholic Imagery, Catholicism but make it sexy, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Coming Untouched, Size Difference Kinktober Day 10: Priest Kink + Deepthroating + Prostate Massage + Crying

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Notes: I’ve had this ongoing little AU in my head for a few years that I think I’ve posted snippet to my WIP tag on tumblr, but basically it’s an AU where Kuai is a priest, and Hanzo is a demon lord who asks Kuai for sex in exchange for his help hunting down and wrangling escaped demons. Of course, it doen’t stay just sex and they fall in 💕love💕 Because this is me lol. This basically belongs to that AU and maybe one day I’ll actually finish my WIP’s and do more with it lol Hanzo calling Kuai “Father” is the closest I’ll ever get to writing daddy kink lmao Again sorry if this isn’t at my usual standard, I’ve had an awful day. Nothing extremely wild or interesting, just bad. But y’know what they say about us AO3 Authors, we could be on our deathbed and still be posting. 🙃 Title is from “Going To Hell” by The Pretty Reckless.

“Father, did you miss me?”

Hanzo enjoyed the sigh from the other side of the confessional booth.

“Good evening Lord Hasashi,” Kuai Liang softly spoke through the grating. “Forgive me for being so upfront but may I ask why you’re here? I highly doubt your intending to confess your sins, given you are already a Lord of Hell.”

Hanzo chuckled, “Alway’s to the point, Father Song.” Hanzo listened to the man on the other side of the wooden box. There was a rustle but nothing more. “We have a deal, Father, I hope you have not forgotten that.”

Kuai made a confused noise, before saying, “no, I haven’t but forgive me Lord Hasashi I do not seem to recall being in your debt currently.”

“You aren’t,” Hanzo assured him, leaning back and inspecting his claws. “It has merely been a while since our last meeting, and I wanted to be assured that you remember our agreement.”

“You are surprisingly needy for a Demon Lord, you do know that?” Kuai sighed again as Hanzo laughed.

He wasn’t needy, not really, but he did find himself enjoying Kuai’s company and did rather miss him when they did not see each other for a while. Sometimes, demons escaped Hell so often it meant they spent weeks together. But times like this, when everyone seemed to actually want to behave? Well, Hanzo guessed he should be thankful he didn’t have to do much more extra work, but instead he found himself bitter that he didn’t get to see his favourite priest as much as he’d like.

He watched as Kuai’s shadow moved behind the shutter, he heard a door open and the shadow was gone. Seconds later the door of his booth came open and Kuai stood on the other side, with a hand on his hip and looking as gorgeous as ever. Hanzo always did have a thing for the holy, but Kuai Liang was something else.

“What exactly do you want for assurance?” Kuai asked, holding out his hand to help Hanzo to his feet. Hanzo didn’t need it, and given their size difference, it wouldn’t effect much, but he appreciated the gesture.

“Well,” Hanzo purred as he took Kuai’s hand and stood up. Once standing, he placed his hand on Kuai’s cheek and pushed his thumb against Kuai’s lips. “I had a few ideas.”

“You’re in luck, I am about to retire from my duties for the night,” Kuai claimed, raising an eyebrow. “But I get the feeling you already knew that.” Kuai pulled away and crossed his arms. “Just how long exactly have you been waiting for me to finish, Lord Hasashi?”

“Roughly 40 minutes,” Hanzo replied as he saw Kuai’s eyes rolls. He turned away and began to walk back into the centre of the church, Hanzo following behind like a lost puppy. “Forgive me Father, I just enjoy watching you dole out God’s will.” Even with Kuai’s back to him, Hanzo could imagine the frown on his face from the knowledge someone was listening in. “Although, that woman having an affair with her gardener-“

“Lord Hasashi, I do hope you aren’t trying to get me to break my vows and gossip with you about the members of this church.” He looked over his shoulder slightly, just as they got to the door to the private back of the church. “We may have arrangements, but I still have my duty.”

“Very well,” Hanzo replied, watching Kuai open the door before they both made it inside. “But hypothetically if you didn’t have your duty, would you say her husband really was having an affair first?”

“Oh absolutely,” Kuai said without hesitation. “With her sister.” Kuai turned around with a weirdly gleeful smile on his face. “And the sister’s pregnant, and wishes to keep the child.”

Hanzo blinked a few times. “Right well, once I’m done fucking your brain’s out you are going to have to tell me that full story.”

Kuai gave a small cheeky smile. For as much as Kuai liked to pretend he was above such things, Hanzo definitely got the juiciest stories of mortal sins from him. Maybe in some way, it was a form of release. It must be hard to have to listen to everything someone’s done to harm others all day.

Hanzo looked around the room. It was about as plain as it always was, Kuai really was not one for material possessions. Something about that upset Hanzo sometimes, if only because Kuai deserved far more than he allowed himself to have. Kuai’s selflessness was admirable, but Hanzo worried it might turn out to be his downfall.

One day, Hanzo would convince Kuai Liang to forgo his faith, and whisk him down to hell, where Hanzo could spoil him for all eternity.

He knew that wouldn’t happen any time soon however, but Hanzo was a patient demon. He could wait as long as it took.

Kuai sat on the edge of the bed, putting his hands on his lap and tilting his head.

“So, Lord Hasashi, how exactly do you want me?” He asked innocently, smiling softly like he was about to sing a sweet hymn rather than do sinful things with a demon.

I want you in so many ways, Hanzo thought the words he could never say aloud. In those fantasies where he took Kuai away, he thought so long about all the ways he wanted Kuai. But he couldn’t do them all right now.

“On your back, head off the bed, clothes on,” Hanzo ordered. As much as he loved Kuai naked, there was something he liked about doing things while Kuai was still in his robes. There was something so blasphemous about it, and while Hanzo really had no qualms with Kuai’s God, the influence of the underworld made him delight in the way he perverted it.

“As you wish.” Kuai swung his legs around onto the bed, and he scooted himself into the centre of the bed. As he went to lie down, he made sure his head hung off the side, his hands gripping onto his sheets in anticipation.

Hanzo approached, gripping his belt and waiting until he was in front of Kuai’s face to pull it away. He dropped his trousers enough for his cock to be revealed. He always enjoyed the way Kuai swallowed thickly whenever he saw it. His breathing quickened, and he opened his mouth wide in preparation. Hanzo brought his cock towards those lips and started to push in.

Kuai’s lips clamped around his cock, and Hanzo felt his tongue circle the head of his cock. Continuing forward, Hanzo pushed in slowly so not to overwhelm Kuai and make him gag. As much as he loved to have Kuai screaming, he preferred it to be from pleasure than pain. He never wanted to do anything to hurt him.

His cock hit the back of his mouth, only three quarters of the way in. He did pull back, before feeding himself back in, this time going a little further. Kuai did gag a little, causing Hanzo to pause and let him get used to it.

“Easy, Father,” Hanzo soothed, reaching down to stroke Kuai’s throat. “Just relax for me.”

Kuai gurgled in agreement, and Hanzo watched as his grip on the sheets increased. Hanzo attempted to go further. Keeping his hand on his throat, the deeper he went, the more he started to feel his cock bulging out from under Kuai’s skin. He removed the hand to admire it. It was always impressive just how much Kuai could take.

“You’re doing so well,” Hanzo whispered, as he made a final push to get his entire length inside. He could see Kuai’s hands clenching. “Sh, almost there, just a little more.” And with that, his entire cock was inside, and he could make out the outline. “There we are. Perfect. You take me so wonderfully.”

Kuai purred again, swallowing around Hanzo’s cock. Hanzo began to pull back, watching the bulge travel with it. He only pulled out until he was at the end of Kuai’s throat before testing the water with a hard thrust. Kuai’s body jolted, brighting his legs up at the knees, but otherwise didn’t react. He gave another thrust, seeing if that would be better. This time Kuai did not react, letting his legs drop flat again, although his hands still clenched at the sheets.

He brought his hand back against Kuai’s throat, pushing down slightly as he began to thrust in a slow but hard rhythm. He loved being able to feel the way Kuai’s body yielded to him. Regardless of it was Kuai’s throat or his stomach, he loved being able to see himself inside his beloved priest.

“You are so perfect,” Hanzo growled between his thrusts. “I just adore you.” He pulled his hands away, and just watched. “You are wasted on your God.” Kuai groaned around his cock, cut off when Hanzo pushed in as far as he could go. “So pretty, so good for me. Too good for these sinful heathens.”

He gave one last hard thrust, before he felt himself released right down Kuai’s throat. He could feel Kuai swallowing, and after a few more thrusts to make sure he was done, Hanzo finally pulled out. As he did, saliva pooled out of Kuai’s mouth, dripping down his face. It was enough for Hanzo to almost miss the tears in Kuai’s eyes.

Almost.

“Oh, Snowflake,” Hanzo whispered, reaching for Kuai’s torso to bring him up. “I’m sorry, are you hurt?” Kuai panted heavily, choosing to shake his head in reply. “You are crying.”

As Hanzo brought his hand to Kuai’s face, wiping away a tear that was rolling down his cheek, he replied with “O-Overwhelmed.”

“Why did you not try to stop me?” Hanzo questioned. He understood that verbally Kuai was incapable, but if he’d brought a hand up and tried to push Hanzo away he’d have gotten the message.

Kuai coughed a few times, bringing his hand up to try and wipe away his spit and tears. “G-Good overwhelmed.”

Ah. That made Hanzo feel better. He trusted that Kuai would have told him if it wasn’t good for him. Hanzo brushed his hair out of his face.

“My poor, sweet father.” He pushed Kuai to lay down on the bed with one hand, reaching across for a vial of oil. “I have been so selfish.” He grabbed onto Kuai’s trousers, roughly pulling them down and causing a short “eep” to escape Kuai’s lips. “Allow me to make it up to you.”

He poured the oil onto one of his fingers, taking no time to begin pushing it into his hole. Kuai gasped, squirming slightly and Hanzo pressed his other hand against his chest to still him. He began to feel around with that single digit, not stopping until it brushed against a spot that had Kuai gasping.

He chuckled, removing his hand to pour oil onto his second finger before letting it slip inside Kuai too. He immediately went back to that spot, pushing down and watching the way Kuai shuddered. He adjusted himself so he was majority towering above Kuai. He continued to press against that spot, rubbing around in circles and watching more tears gathering in Kuai’s eyes.

“Is that nice?” He asked, pressing down particularly hard and watching the way Kuai’s hard cock twitched against his stomach. He chuckled and said, “Good.”

“M-My Lord,” Kuai spluttered, bringing his hands up to Hanzo’s shoulders. He continued to move his fingers in circles, watching as Kuai’s back arched off the bed and Hanzo felt fingernails dig into his shoulders. “A-Ah, Please.”

“You always get so overwhelmed by pleasure, don’t you?” Hanzo lent down to kiss Kuai deeply. As he did, he paused his movements. “For all your church loves to talk of sin, the only truly sinful thing is that this has been denied from you for so long.”

“I- ah-“ Kuai shuddered again, his eyes screwing shut. “I knew t-that would be a sacrifice I’d have to make.”

“You give up so much of yourself for people who do not truly care for you.” Kuai looked liked he was about to argue against that, but Hanzo stopped him with another kiss. As he pulled back he said, “the second I asked for you as my payment, your church threw you at me like a lamb to a pack of wolves.” Granted, Hanzo was ever thankful for them doing so, but that didn’t excuse the potential danger they could have put Kuai into. “Your God cares for you, I can tell, I can feel his holy energy protect you. But they do not. For all they knew I could have done anything to you.”

“But you didn’t,” Kuai argued. He trailed his hand up to Hanzo’s face, stroking his cheek. “And I have faith that my Church and God knew you would not harm me.”

“You are so naïve, Father Song.” It wasn’t Kuai’s fault. Hanzo had no doubt that Kuai was favoured by his god, but he doubted his church cared for him as much. Kuai was lucky it was Hanzo whom the church made a deal with, and not some other demon lord. He could imagine with more than a few who would not have been as kind or gentle with him. They would have torn Kuai apart, and taken everything from him regardless of what he wanted.

“Maybe,” Kuai whispered, a faint smile on his lips. “But is that not part of why you love me?”

Hanzo didn’t reply, just pressed his fingers down in a way that made Kuai buck, and second’s later, he came. It squirted up onto his robes, the pearly white standing out against the black fabric. Kuai lay panting on the bed, looking up as Hanzo as if he were the entire world.

And Hanzo did love him. Truly. Even if he feared ever admitting it aloud. He had too many enemies, too many people who would use his attachment against him. He vowed Kuai would always be safe with him, he could not allow anyone to harm him.

“So, are you sated Lord Hasashi,” Kuai purred, in a tone so sultry it was hard to believe it was coming from a holy man. “Or do you require more assurance?”

“I may do,” Hanzo answered with a grin. “It may take me all night.”

“So long as I get a chance to rest every once in a while,” Kuai began, letting his body go loose and spreading himself open, “my body is yours for as long as you require it.”

Hanzo let out a growl, he could feel that he’d gotten hard again. He lent down to capture Kuai in a passionate kiss, lining himself up with the priests entrance, swallowing his moan as he began to push inside.

It would definitely take a few more times for him to be satisfied.

[writteninsunshine]

Guidelines - Father Anthony Burke/Maurice “Frenchie” Theriault - SFW

Title: Guidelines Author: Donnie Fandom: The Nun Setting: Father Burke’s Office, French Cafe Pairing: Father Anthony Burke/Maurice “Frenchie” Theriault Characters: Father Anthony Burke, Maurice “Frenchie” Theriault, Valak Genre: Romance Rating: T Chapters: 1/1 Word Count: 2290 Type of Work: One-Shot, Part of the Sins of the Father Series Status: Complete Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, First Date, ABO Dynamics, Mating (Mentioned), Fluff Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Summary: Maurice had never been on a date in his life. AN: So, this is a request from my Tumblr, @writteninsunshine! I really wanted to write more with these two, I hope I’m not being too obnoxious with it. For this AU, Valak is written how he’s supposed to be in demonic lore, not so much like the movie version. He is Maurice’s roommate, and encouraged him to seduce the priest for the sinning of it but is supportive of his decisions with Father Burke. Anyway, here we go!

For @punkocalypse

The Nun Fic Masterlist Guidelines ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ “I didn’t think that priests could mate. Isn’t it a rule or something?” Maurice asked, sitting back on the leather couch on the right of Father Burke’s office. The man in question tented his hands, elbows on his oakwood desk and rested his lips against them, considering the question for a moment before deciding on a reply.

“We think of it more as a guideline of what not to do, sure. But I am a… Special case. I have done a lot of hard work for the church and provided I give them a child that will take my place eventually, I am allowed a single mate and marriage while ordained.” The explanation didn’t seem to sit well with the younger man, who tilted his head back against the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling. “So… You can mate one person,” Maurice held up a single finger, “And you want to choose me?” The Omega was clearly not impressed, unsure if the Father knew what he was getting into. “You smell right. Sometimes an Alpha just knows that an Omega is perfect for them.” Father Burke told him simply, shrugging slightly as he finally pushed his chair back and stood up. Crossing the room, he sat beside the other on the couch, “You already expressed interest. Why are you resisting?” “Mostly because I don’t think you know me well enough to be interested back.” Maurice replied, “Mating is… Forever.” “It is. And I’m willing to take that bet.” “Isn’t betting against the Church, Father?” Maurice chuckled, looking over at him with only his eyes, “I’m fairly sure I’ll ruin you.” Not to mention he was roommates and best friends with an actual demon. “As I said, it’s more of a guideline. And I am willing to do this for you. I have enjoyed our time together, and I know that you will be good to me. I want to be good to you, too.” Carefully turning to face him, Anthony reached up to take his cheek in one hand, pulling him closer to offer a gentle, innocent kiss on the lips. “I would like it if you would say ‘yes’, but I will let you think if you need to.” Maurice was quiet for a moment, seeking the other’s lips back out, working them together in slow circles. He couldn’t deny that it was a tempting thought, but his past made him wary. “And you are sure you want me?” “As you have said in the past, I have never felt this way for anyone else. I want to see where it goes.” “...And if I wanted to date first? Make sure it works?” “Then we will date. I could take you out for lunch sometime soon.” Anthony smiled sweetly, giving the other another well-deserved kiss. “What do you say?” “...Oui. We should try it.” He nodded, nuzzling their noses together. “It sounds like something we should do.” Plus, Valak was on board with it, surprisingly. Even if he didn’t know who “his priest” was. “When do you want to go out?” “I’m free today if you are?” Anthony chuckled, kissing him again softly before pulling back, watching Maurice chase his lips hungrily. “I… Yes. I am free.” Maurice blushed slightly, sitting back in his seat again before turning to face him fully. “Where do you want to go?” “There is a French cafe down the block that we could try?” Anthony offered, petting his thumb over the other’s stubbled cheek gently, “I’ll buy.” “You don’t have--” “Let me. Please, Precioso.” Maurice’s cheeks bloomed rose and he simply nodded, leaving Anthony with a pleased grin on his face. It looked good on him, even if he didn’t do it as often as Maurice would have liked. “Let me get my things together.” Maurice watched the half-blind man putter about his office, gathering his coat and wallet before holding out his arm. Getting up, he took it with a small, secretive smile and they left the office with a ‘be back in an hour’ sign on the door. The walk to the cafe was quiet and companionable, and Maurice rested his head against the other’s shoulder. It felt good to be in the chilly New York air, despite himself, and Maurice hummed a little as they approached their destination. The door dinged as they opened it, and Maurice was surprised by how nice the place looked. Dim lighting, dark walls with red and gold accents, and a small string quartet playing in the corner near a fountain. Father Burke really was pulling out all the stops for their first date. Once they were seated at a little two-person table with a beautiful red tablecloth and a single red rose in the center with a red candle, Maurice seemed stiff. Nobody had ever pulled his chair out for him and scooted him in before. “Is there something wrong, L’Amour?” Anthony asked softly, reaching over to take one of the hands placed awkwardly on the table. “I just haven’t been to a place this nice.” Maurice told him, and Anthony expected an ‘in a while’, but it never came. “I wanted to treat you,” Anthony replied easily, smiling. “It’s okay.” The waiter came to take their drink orders, and Father Burke ordered a bottle of red wine, while Frenchie asked for water. ‘Two glasses’ left him before their waiter could leave, and Maurice looked at him pensively. “Trying to get me drunk, Father?” “No, simply wanting to share something I enjoy with you.” Anthony laughed softly, a deep rumble in his chest that had Maurice smiling with him. “Okay, Father.” He nodded, shaking his head. “What do you want to eat?” “What would you suggest?” Anthony asked, head tipping as he looked at the menu, “And don’t be afraid to order what you like. I don’t mind the price.” “If you like wine, Father, I’d suggest the coq au vin. I think you would like it.” He looked through the other menu items before smiling slightly, “I think I want the boeuf bourguignon. I haven’t had it in years, and I don’t cook very well.” “Sounds good to me.” Though Anthony didn’t really know what those things were, he quickly read up on the menu. Coq au vin was chicken, marinated in wine and brandy with vegetables, and boeuf bourguignon was similar, a beef stew type thing. Both sounded hearty and filling, and he could already feel his mouth watering. “My mom used to make boeuf bourguignon,” Maurice offered off-handedly, setting his menu aside and giving a smile tinged with sadness, “I haven’t had it since she died.” “Well,” Anthony took his hand again, brushing his thumb over his knuckles as if he could soothe the pain away that way, “I could learn to make it for you. I’m fairly decent at cooking.” Blinking a couple of times in rapid succession, Maurice felt his cheeks heating up again. “You would do that for me?” “An Alpha must provide.” Was the simple answer as the waiter came back with a bucket of ice with their wine in it. He uncorked it and poured them each a shallow glass before taking their orders and heading off with them. “I would learn to cook whatever you like, provided I can find the ingredients.” “...you’re possibly the nicest Alpha I have ever met.” Definitely the first older Alpha to take him on an actual date. Most of the time, older men just wanted one thing and one thing only. “Well, I follow what the Lord said to do, which is to be kind to others. And I want to provide for you, I want to take care of you. I care for all of God’s creations, but you are a special one, and it is a treat to be able to have the chance to love you.” Every inch of Maurice was screaming that this was a setup, but he did his best to calm down before he started to panic. Taking a sip of his wine, he turned back to the other and smiled slightly. “I’m glad you want to. I’m just… Hesitant.” “Because of your past.” The confessional booth the first night they met told him a lot about Maurice, but nowhere near what the younger man was going through. Still, he was a patient man, and willing to take whatever steps he had to to prove that he could be trusted with Maurice’s heart. “...Oui.” Maurice muttered, “I think this is the first date I’ve ever been on.” He was used to hooking up with Alphas and Omegas, male and female alike. He didn’t know what to do on a date, but he hoped he wasn’t messing it up too much. “I hope it is treating you well, then.” Anthony offered softly, barely heard above the cello playing in the background. “I would like to take you out more.” “Really? Don’t you have things to attend to?” “You are as important to me as the church is, and I guarantee you that.” The other’s scent clicked with his own so well, and he was going to enjoy his time while he had it. He wasn’t getting any younger, and at fifty-seven, he was starting to think he’d never mate. Maurice had come across him by the grace of God and he wasn’t going to let it go. “Uh, thanks, Father. I’m glad you think I’m special.” Because hardly anyone else did. Maybe Valak, because they were best friends, but most people didn’t see the diamond for all the mud. When their food arrived, Frenchie was ready to dig in, but Father Burke held up his hand. “Just a moment, Precioso. We should say Grace.” Maurice simply nodded, hands folded in his lap in a second’s notice. "Bless us, O Lord, and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty. Through Christ, our Lord. Amen." He finished the prayer with the sign of the cross, and Frenchie rushed to copy him, muttering an ‘amen’ of his own. With a nod, Father Burke acquiesced to him eating, and he unwrapped his silverware to shovel the first bite into his mouth. The little moan that that earned had Anthony heating up under his collar, but he was glad at least that Maurice was enjoying his food. For a while, they ate in silence, enjoying the good food and even better wine that they shared. Maurice didn’t seem to mind, scraping his bowl clean and all but preparing to lick it for good measure. He thought better of it at the last second, finishing off his bread with as much of the leftover soup as he could and sitting back to pat his belly. “That hit the spot.” He offered, smiling at the older man as he finished up his own meal, pausing for a second before speaking, “Do we pray after, too?” “Yes.” God, if he had to sit through another prayer this restaurant would reek. Maurice couldn’t believe how much it got him going when Father Burke prayed. It must have been a sin against God. "We give Thee thanks, Almighty God, for all thy benefits, Who lives and reigns forever and ever. Amen." “Amen.” Maurice echoed, blushing again at how heated he was becoming. Anthony finished off his second glass of wine and gently placed his napkin back on the table. “Are you ready to go, or would you like dessert?” “We can get dessert?” When his father had taken him to dinner, the few times it had happened, they never got dessert. When Anthony nodded, he grinned, “Let’s split something.” That was something that happened on dates, right? “We can split something. There was a chocolate cheesecake slice on the menu, does that sound good?” One could never go wrong with chocolate. “Oui!” That sounded so good, he couldn’t pass it up. When the waiter swung by to ask about dessert, Father Burke ordered their cheesecake, asking for a single spoon with it. It arrived in a timely manner, and he sliced the tip off before leaning forward, hand beneath the spoonful to catch crumbs. Never having been fed in his adult life, Maurice’s cheeks heated again as he scooted in to take the bite. Holding out the spoon to him after it was finished, Anthony delighted when he took it and copied the action to feed him in return. Their dessert was quick to disappear like that, the pair taking turns feeding each other and basking in each other’s company. Maurice couldn’t help but think that he could get used to this, even if he was unsure if Anthony would want to keep treating him this well. There had to be a catch, even if there was none in sight. Once the check was taken care of, which Anthony had hidden from Maurice, he rose and stepped to the younger’s side to help him up. His scent was rich with happiness, and Maurice took his hand and rose to leave with him. The pair walked back to the church in relative silence, pressed close enough to squeeze the air from between them. At the church steps, Maurice paused. “I think I need to head home.” He offered, “But I had a great time.” “As did I. I look forward to our next meeting.” Anthony smiled, leaning in to kiss the French-Canadian’s forehead. “Call me whenever you like, or feel free to talk to me at church.” “Yes, Father.” Maurice grinned, cheeks aflame again as he hugged him quickly before shuffling off towards his apartment. He had a lot to tell Valak about. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN:  That turned out a lot longer than I thought it would, but I had a lot of fun writing it. I really love these two a lot, and I expect I’ll be writing for them often. I hope you enjoyed it! Prompt: “We think of it more as of a guideline of what not to do.”