altar boy!pope who cant stop himself from pining after you.
಄ ﹕𓏼 an au brought to you by laluhlove || not beta-read, we die like real men.
Summary: a collection of headcanons, imagines, and how i think altar boy!pope would pine and crush over you!
Pairing: altar boy!pope x church goer!reader
Author's Note: youre both teens in this btw... pope is 19 and youre 18! Was initially written with fem!reader in mind, but i dont try to shut it in that box. can be read as m4a! i was in a sappy mood once again, so here comes my brainrot... as like anything else i write, this is fluff! oh and, this is a normal!au too.. hes just an awkward little fella for the love of the game... again, pope may be ooc here but shhh... mama hasnt watched animal kingdom and shes been binging the pitt.
altar boy!pope who just became an altar boy not due to faith, but to satisfy his short hyperfixation with catholicism and somehow liking the routine and monotony of it all.
altar boy!pope who meets you at mass and didnt find you interesting at first. you always at the third row, though. that, he always noticed.
altar boy!pope who didnt know who your family was, but noticed the way your mother always made you go to church every sunday, 6am mass. like clockwork.
altar boy!pope who sees you around at sunday school where he tried to teach kids the word of god—not that he was a devout believer, but simply because it was a way to get out of the house.
altar boy!pope who fell in love with your smile and the sound of your laughter during that same first meeting at sunday school as you joked around with the church secretary you volunteered in helping call and visit elderly members of the church who who hadnt been showing up, about considering being a nun with the lack of handsome dating prospects around town.
altar boy!pope who rethinks and struggles with the projected path he wanted to take with this whole serving God thing; because becoming a priest meant eliminating having the non-zero chance of having you.
altar boy!pope who you talked to as a friend, treated with kindness and warmth he hadnt experienced with peers too put-off by his "stand-offish" behaviour.
altar boy!pope who grows to bond with you every time you volunteered at church potlucks, events, and moments when your mother pulls the pastor aside to seek advice.
altar boy!pope who would stay behind week after week volunteering with sweeping the floor after masses just to have the chance to talk to you in the chance your mother decided to stay behind and seek advice from the pastor again.
altar boy!pope who becomes closer with you when you ended up volunteering to teach sunday school one summer. who always took you out for lunch when he made enough money washing cars and mowing lawns.
altar boy!pope who would always take you to that one diner a few blocks from the church on his bike, insisting that you take the helmet and that he would be fine. who would blush beet red when you wrap your arms around his waist to hold on as he pedaled.
altar boy!pope who would sometimes buy you flowers after classes at school and take you out to the mall. who would buy you a small ring that ended up a size too small and would blush in embarrassment as you reassure him that you loved it, and that you'd wear it on your pinky instead.
altar boy!pope who would stop by your house if you dont come to mass one week too many. who would immediately assume you'd open the door and spout out an "i didnt see you last week, where were you?", only to be met by your intimidating father who would inform him youve been sick for weeks and would watch as he stammered out an apology and pedaled away in a rush.
altar boy!pope who would stare and admire you in the pews, missing a cue and derailing the mass just a tiny bit since he was so enamoured with you.
altar boy!pope who would ask to court you. who would promise that even with his family not being as well off as yours, he'd do anything to make you smile.