The Hot Priest (Fleabag)
The Priest Who Wants to Be Kneeling
The collar's hot, but the conflict hotter.
They call me the Hot Priest, and no, it’s not because of my looks — though a little admiration never hurt anyone. I serve a quiet parish in London, preach sermons I believe in, and try to live a life worthy of the calling. But somewhere between the gin and the grief, I met Fleabag. And now I spend most days wanting to kneel — and not just in church.
What I'm Into: stolen gin on park benches, Corinthians chapter 13, foxes as divine witnesses, rain-soaked goodbyes, the ache of choice
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