based on 'Choosing My Confessions', a fanfic series and probably one of my fav ferard fics. Please read it. (https://archiveofourown.org/series/3309280)

Gerard was a man of cloth. He dedicated everything to the Catholic church. He married himself to God, and made an oath of faithfully serving him.

But it had been 10 years. And after so long, it gets tiring. He joined the church, and priesthood, to fix himself. He made too many mistakes as a teenager and young adult and he didn't know how to make them right. So he turned to the church. Became a Catholic priest. Saw the Vatican, saw the pope, said vows in front of everyone including God.

But again, it got boring. Tiring. The same stories every confession. The most interesting it ever got was a small affair begging for forgiveness. So he went to The Sanctuary. A place where people begged for forgiveness for other reasons. Not because they feared God's wrath, but because they feared another whip to their back.

Gerard had a "gimmick." He thought it wasn't a gimmick. Just a way in which people who would never confess otherwise can work to confess. Spreading God to those who would otherwise never come to him.

Kneeling at the edge of the bed in a room. Hands in lap. They would ask for forgiveness, and pay their penance. That be in chains, leather, ropes, any way they assumed. And then Gerard would leave, let them.. y'know...

Then they'd go in peace. Same thing as regular confessions right? I guess.

He stood outside the club, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky. Leaning against the brick wall. Maybe he shouldn't be smoking outside of a kink club in his sacred clerical collar and dressings. But he was providing relief, right?