Got a tag from @shadowvikingao3 and I always forget to do these. Here's a WIP from crack shack roll I made in bwbr. My crack writing just always ends up being crack treated seriously but I really enjoy the randomizes prompts that you can get. @patheticfangirl made the randomizer forever ago for people to enjoy and it's gotten some wild prompts over the years.
This one is Priest Gale meets Demon Astarion. It's a smutty one but the snippet below isn't unless you count sweet innocent priest Gale not realizing foot fetishes exist (minor foot fetish content) in the first two paragraphs.
âOh gods!â Gale cried out, eyes shooting open to see the demon sucking down hard and staring right into his soul, as if he could hear every thought. This was wrong.Â
The priest ripped his now healed foot away, stunned and unable to fully process what had just happened. How could an act like that be sexual? It shouldnât have been so intimate yet. Oh dear. Heâs got to get away. Heâs healed now. He can run. He needs to run.
âSuch a scared little lamb, arenât you?â The demon asked with a giggle as he stood up tall, flexing his wings a bit before folding them back. Gale saw the opportunity and jumped into action, bolting for the back office door.
Shards of glass stung into his feet but blessedly, none of them as large as the piece that had injured him so terribly. Gale could hear those ominous chimes of laughter behind him as he fled into the backrooms of the church. The sounds of the demon drawing closer shook him to the core.
âGaleeeeee! Oh, Galeeeeeeee!â Glass shattering, and heavy foot steps around the corner.
Blood drained from the priestâs face as he felt his options of escape dwindling. How did he know Galeâs name?
In a desperate attempt, Gale opens the nearest door and shuts it as silently as possible. Itâs a small supply closet. The one the children had stolen from. Unlit candles were strewn across the floor, shelves in disarray. A small window, barely large enough to climb through was still unlatched and cracked open.Â
So that was how they snuck into the churchâŠperhaps Gale could use it to sneak out.
âAnd where do you think youâre going?â The voice is impossibly close, taloned hands gripping Galeâs shoulders from behind. The door was still closed. How did heâ?
Clasping his hands together, Gale bowed his head and prayed, hoping denial would shape reality in a moment of divine intervention. âI speak into your Weave my supplication and faith, and hope the magics I hold are pleasing to your eye.â
âThe weave? Magic was lost to your realm centuries ago, little dove. And yet hear you are singing your birdsong as if she might actually be listening. A bit sad, donât you think?â
Gale doesnât look. He repeats the prayer. Over and over and over again. Until the hands on his shoulders move to his waist, a cool solid body against his back as the demon whispers into his ear.Â
âNow, now, dear. No need to be dramatic. I simply want whatâs mine. You owe me, my precious priest.â
âNot my soul. You canât. I didnât know. Please. Please donâtââ
A piercing laugh like metal upon metal in a strong wind. âYour soul? Darling, I could care less. No, I know something that would be far more fun to barter.â
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Oh man it's definitely a WIP considering how fucked the tenses are.
No pressure tags for @chthonic-vampire @busy-baker @cweepa <3 would love to see what you have in your drafts (:
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