Being a nurse at the ministry is more than easy. Usually, your day consists of giving Sodo and Swiss a bandaid, giving ice to a sibling of sin for a bruise, and prescribing cold medicine. At most you normally have two or three patients. You used to be a medic for the Dark Army. The rush of adrenaline mid battle, running up to the front lines, and making split second decisions was history due to your injury. You got stabbed in the thigh, it cut through bone causing a large, permanent scar and a few mobility issues. Although you did heal fine, Papa Nihil and Sister Imperator would not clear you for battle, so they put you here.

Mass was your favorite part of the Church of Emeritus. Secundo always had the best sermons. Although he was older, he spoke with such passion that you could watch him preach for hours. The way his robes covered every inch of skin on his body led your mind to wander during sermon, maybe that's why you would always sit towards the front. You always hoped that Papa II would stop by for a bandaid or prescription, but he never did. Terzo would come often, he became your work bestie...well, he would roll around in your chair and spill all the gossip he had heard around the church and you would listen, "Okay, so. Y/n? Are you ready?" You stand up from the cabinet you are organizing and turn to see Terzo sitting on top of your desk kicking his legs like a child, "Yes, go ahead." You move behind your desk to sit in the rolly chair, "Okay so, Secundo likes you." You pale, "Well that was very blunt huh?" You quip back, standing again to hide your blush, "Oh come on y/n, it's clear as day how you look at him from the pews" Your eyes go wide, "Giving him all of the goo-goo eyes" Your face reddened more. Terzo starts to mock you, "Oooo Secundo you're so old and hot and old and-" "TERZO!" You shout, he stops and starts laughing hysterically. You knew letting him in on your one secret was the biggest regret ever.

A few days later, at service you are just as engaged and in a trance with Secundo as usual. Suddenly, the giant stained glass windows shatter. Angels flood into the sacred place of worship. Everyone in the clergy is mandated to have a year of training in the ways of hand to hand combat for protection. The angels try to destroy the church often to this wasn't new.

You quickly unsheathe your dagger that stayed strapped at your side, and run up to the altar to defend the Papas. It was your role as one of the best warriors of the church. Terzo sees you coming up as all the others flee, "Y/n. GO! What are you doing?" You slit the throat of an angel that raised a dagger behind his back, "Protecting you. Now go!" Terzo, Primo, and Nihil move to hide in the confession booths that lead to a bunker underneath the chapel. You're too busy fighting off angels when you feel one wrap his arms around your neck trying to strangle you. You kick, punch, and accidentally let your dagger fall in your panic. Your vision starts to go black, but just as you succumb to the darkness you're launched to the ground.

Air floods back into your lungs, you scramble to grab your dagger to help the person that saved you. The person was wrestling the angel to the ground, but couldn't free his hand from the heavenly demon's grasp to finish the job, so you did. Stabbing the creature through the neck caused the struggle to stop. No more angels were around, all were dead or bleeding out. You look up to face your savior, Secundo.

His mitre was gone, Papal robes removed. He wore a bloodied white button up shirt, black slacks, and black shoes. He looked better than he ever had before. Your eyes graze down to his chest, exposed by some of the buttons being undone. His breath was quick and caused his muscles to tense and relax after each inhale,

"Are you okay my love?" He asked standing up, "I-" You were too flustered to speak. Not only did he save your life, he then looked more than hot, and just called you love, "Yes. Yes. I'm alright" You're standing only a few centimeters apart. Getting lost in each others' eyes, you remember your ranking compared to him and fall to your knees, "Papa, I am so sorry for not defending you, forgive me, punish me if you must." You bow to him. He clicks his tongs and shakes his head, "No. No, Y/n no need for formalities." He offers you his hands and lifts you back up, his hands travel to your shoulders, "You didn't retreat, you protected everyone by sacrificing yourself. You are a hero." You look away, blush spreading across your face, "Are you sure you are okay?" Secundo asks, starting to trail his hands down your arms, across the sides of your body, and ending at your face and neck. The angel's arms caused deep bruising around your neck, it was sensitive to the touch. He starts stroking your cheek with his left thumb, while his right hand skims over the bruises on your neck, "Papa, my job is to be the nurse here, let me make sure you are okay." He flinched as he lowered his hands, making it clear to you that he had some sort of shoulder injury.

You start at his arms, you graze over the top of his shoulder and notice he flinches, you put more pressure on the spot and can tell that his muscle was torn or snapped in the battle. You carry on moving across his chest. Through the unbuttoned shirt, you could see a gash that spread across his chest, probably from some sort of blessed metal. The skin around it was cauterized and the muscle scorn. It was not infected, you sigh in relief. He would recover, but he did need some medical attention, "Well, Papa, some of your shoulder's muscles are definitely torn, and I am going to have to stitch up your chest." He nodded and you both walked out of the chapel and towards the medical wing.

The walk was mainly silent until Papa spoke up, "Thank you y/n." You looked at him confused, "Papa, I should be thanking you, you saved my life." Papa shook his head with a shy smile, "No, no thank you for everything you do, I always notice how engaged you are during my sermons." Your face goes red. Controlling your blush was never a talent you possessed and the smallest comment would get you flustered. Papa chuckles softly, "I also notice, well have been told, that you do feel for me." You stop walking, "Dammit Terzo." You whisper under your breath. Secundo laughs at your reaction, "Well, I feel the same. You are stunning, bold, and brave." You turn to look at each other, "I know this is not the most optimal place or time to ask, but after you stitch me up" He holds your hands in his, "Would you like to go out with me tonight?" You look into his eyes, filled with love, fear, and desperation. You were more than shocked at his words. You took a second to make sure you weren't wounded yourself and you swore you didn't hit your head, "Papa.." You trail off, "Please dove," the new name made your knees slightly weak, "Call me Secundo." "Secundo," You continue, "I would love nothing more." You both smile and continue your walk to the infirmary, hand in hand.