Priest of Gluttony (Fem reader x Bob Velseb)

The Shepard Strays

(If you follow my Twitter handle @Bezelbitch you'll be able to interact with group votes on the story to choose the protagonists path. The Twitter readers voted to return to the church early instead of waiting for the next service and also chose who would confess first in the stall. As well as what sin that confession would be. happy reading.)

Three cars remained in the parking lot, there was a possibility one was his. With a sigh you finally turn the key over, your engine sputtering off as you braved the afternoon summer wind to enter the church. At first glance it was like you were the only one there. Hugging your jacket and gazing around at the statues as the church organs played softly. Religious elevator music, always in the background here it seemed like. Eery.

As you continued walking you noticed the main church halls doors were still propped open. Whoever was left here this late surely was in there with those organs playing. Walking through the door frame your shoe caught the metal lock implanted in the floor. You could hear your own slip and body hit the floor echoing through the grandeur room."Ugh-" you exclaimed softly beginning to get up to your knees when two black shoes came into your vision as you stared at the floor.

"The lord has weird ways of telling us what we need." That voice. You gazed up, the large white ceiling lights blinding you partially as you focused on the face.

"Father Velseb?" You mumbled as he helped you to your feet tenderly, hardly touching you, more so acting as support in case you stumbled again. Several religious looking rings adorned his fingers as he took your hands into his. Your palms resting against Bobs as you stood in the candle lit church together, your eyes just couldn't leave his as he smiled down at you.

"I wasn't expecting you back so soon my dear. Tell me, are you troubled?" Your breath hitched as you froze unsure how to answer him. Knowing the obvious answer that yes in fact you were. You were well aware of it. Your silence made the Priest raise a brow down at you, likely he could feel you begin to tremble as he tisked at you shaking his head slowly. "Oh, wee lamb. Your secrets are safe with me. Come." He let go of your hands and began to walk, your feet immediately taking off and walking next to him nervously. You watched his hands as he once again pressed them together in prayer with the rosary draped and slithered around his fingers, its beads a bright red hue. Your eyes drifted back up to his, they widened as you noticed he had been watching you as you walked together, your pupils darted straight forward. The heat rising in your cheeks again.

How inappropriate you thought, and he was probably thinking the same.You were sure he could tell by your body language the thoughts that were spinning in your head. You felt your blood run cold as you both stood in front of the wooden booth, decorated in hand carved swirls and accents and painted gold crosses. Father Bobs hand-slid under the handle and opened one side. "So my dear, have you done a confessionary before?" You could only shake your head, your jaw still feeling locked in fear of embarrassment. "Think of it as a therapy session but Gods a sit in." You'd try your best, whatever that meant. Crawling inside the both you sat on the cushioned bench and crossed your legs, Bob smiling at you before shutting your booth door. Your eyes caught the white netting next to you, the original idea was that these booths were "anonymous" but you could easily see through to the other side, and it was no doubt you'd recognize their voice anyways. You heard the next booth creak softly as Father Bob sat down and shut his own door. It felt like five minutes of silence went by. On the drive you hadn't thought of what to say at all, and now, you still weren't sure what exactly your confession would be. The father cleared his throat on the other side of the speak screen.

"If it's any consolidation, everyone sins, even us priests have to have confessions with eachother and the lord." His voice was sincere, you swallowed a lump in your throat as you tried to speak again. Still nothing was able to come out. "Let's walk through this together. Say, Bless me father for I have sinned."