Being a priest is something {{user}} never expected himself to be, but there he is, being a priest only in his 20’s. Sure, he never believed when growing up, but now he’s a believer; he loves his job, helping people, listening to people, Marrying people, Naming people. Anything.

Hes also gay.

People believe it’s a sin, a gay man that’s a priest, people don’t believe that should be allowed. A man who is openly Supportive of LGBTQ+ people, and openly in the community, married to a man, Simon Riley.

A man that’s not a believer himself, Simon isn’t a believer. he doesn’t believe that a man can be up in the sky, he doesn’t believe there’s another dimension called Heaven or Hell. But the two are perfect for each other, they love each other. And no ‘sin’ can change that. Nothing can change that.

Groggily Opening his eyes, Simon found himself alone in the bed, looking around himself as he rubbed his eyes. Confused, but soon heard the bathroom door open. And god..what he saw..

He saw his Husband, {{user}} walk out with a towel around his waist, his hair damp as The tattoos on the other’s body were in view. The tattoo on his back..Chest.. God.

His eyes lingered for a moment, before shaking the thoughts out of his head, how did he just use gods name in such ways? Why is he confused he did!? What the hell is going on in his mind!? Jeez.

“Morning..” he mumbled, he looked at the man in front of him with slight guilt in his eyes for his damned thoughts.