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ayuki-ikuya · 3 years

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Dorms and Archons

Twisted Wonderland x Genshin Impact

Part 2 of 2

Part 1

Dendro Archon

The Recluse Scholar

𝓚𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓶 𝓐𝓵-𝓐𝓼𝓲𝓶

Kalim was excited to have a new friend! Oh the parties they'd have! The fun! The food!

When he met you, you were... distant. Did he do something wrong? Did he upset you?

He really did try to find out what he did wrong, and often sent you invitations (Malleus eyeing the invitations) you some of the parties he makes, but you don't show up nor reply, making him sadden.

Jamil low key face palming

During a normal sunny day at school, he and Jamil headed to the library to grab some books, and during the process, he found you, tucked in a corner with mountains, upon mountains of books around you, and you? You were reading.

"Ah? S/o??"

"HEEEEK!!!!"

he startled you so badly that plants from outside grew. which of course caused a commotion.

Kalim apologised for startling you, but he asked a question about your attendance, your reply was to fiddle with your sleeves before answering with a small voice that you were afraid of people despite being a deity.

Kalim immedietly thought of Idia, but he crossed the line of no return, but Kalim smiled warmly, held your hand, making you choke, and said a more softer voice that he'd throw a smaller party, just the three of them. (Don't tell me you forgot Jamil, HE MAKES THE DANG FOOD)

You accepted.

Several parties later, you two were unsurprisingly in love with each other that the students of NRC were rolling their eyes at the moments the two shared. COULD YOU TWO DATE ALREADY!?!?

When you two started dating, Kalim made a celebration, but kept you in a more secluded section, that way you could be apart of it, but not near a large crowd of people. And you were thankful for it.

As a couple, Kalim practically adores you. And he's super affectionate too! Jalim is glad to have someone more tameable and it also makes it easier to locate Kalim if he ever goes off by himself.

𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻

He thought nothing of you at first.

Until you had full scores on everything.

He had requested you to help with Scarabia's studying, in offer of full meals, which you complied with due to living in a run down dorm and doesn't have a lot of money to support themselves with.

However, the study group went wrong due to the amount of people.

Jamil then figured that you didn't work too well with large numbers of people, and he found that you were slightly dependent on him when it comes to speaking.

He ended up planning smaller groups, working on those who had the worst grades then up.

And thanks to you, their dorm gradually got better.

Jamil spent time with you whenever he was free from following Kalim, and he was fairly fond of you.

You were soft, very soft, but highly reliable in terms of knowledge. So he'd often vent to you which is surprising.

But your presence and advice helped him grow better.

Jamil fell for you when he found you smiling at a Scarabia student showing you their improved grade, you looked like a warm hearted maternal parent, and his heart skipped at the sight.

When you two began dating, it was a bit rocky due to Jamil's family duty to serve the Al-Asim family. But Kalim was very kind to allow Jamil more free time, in exchange that he brings you over for more study parties!

You figured since Kalim wasn't fond of studying and more for partying, that you'd make a study party which improved Kalim's grade by ten folds. Jalim practically wept tears that the seven sent him this angel.

Geo Archon

The Consultant

𝓐𝔃𝓾𝓵 𝓐𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓸

Azul was greedy for the power you possibly possess. and your money.

Azul underestimated you since he witnessed your lack of brains in terms of money. You forget about having your wallet on you, and whenever someone offers to pay for you, you attempt to buy everything without a single thought.

This was going to be an easy contract, Azul thought. They're an idiot, Azul thought. They can't complete this contract, Azul thought.

"I've completed my end of the contract. Now you must do yours."

"Huh? Nani?"

Azul was stupefied by this, he whipped his head towards the Leech twins, both begrudgingly nodding their heads in confirmation at the archon completing their conditions of the contract.

Azul had tried to change the details of the contract, you of course allowed it the first time.

But when you returned with the conditions once again completed, Azul tried to add more.

However, you weren't having it.

You stood up and leaned down to Azul, towering over him. A sudden pressure weighed the three mercreatures, it was heavy and foreboding. Your eyes glowed a gold with the amber ombre in your hair glowing gold as well.

"I was lenient to allow you the first time. Either fulfill your end of the deal or break the contract. But if you break the contract, you will suffer the wrath of the rock."

Azul was terrified.

When Azul fell for you, he questioned himself. How in the seven did he fall for a person like YOU!? He will never remember how, but all he knows is that he's in waaay to deep.

When you two became a couple, you were far more charasmatic and charming than before, it was like it was turned up a notch. Or two. or more...

The contract loving couple have been making more money than ever thanks to the Geo Archon, the avatar of contracts. It's either fill the conditions or suffer the wrath of the rock. Or just, don't make a contract. Simple.

But then we got the one brain cell trio doing their dumb sh**.

𝓙𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Oya?

What an intriguing being.

Jade was the first to be interested in you. But he couldn't exactly find you that well since you practically mixed with the crowd a little too well than he'd like. [Bro, Zhongli and Venti has statues of themselves around Liyue and Mondstaft, AND NO ONE MANAGES TO THINK "hmmm.. You know, he looks like one that statue there.. Wait a minute-" LIKE, SRSLY!!! Venti is more obvious, I can understand Zhongli since he wears more funeral consultant clothing, but he still somehow blends in with the crowd. Unlike a Lil wind spirit.]

But when the moment came where you made a contract, Jade was more than happy to hinder you, only for you to complete the conditions before he could figure out your plan.

"... What?"

["OSMANTHUS WI-"]

After that fiasco with you giving a very large heavy warning, Jade was by your side whenever he wasn't with Floyd, questioning your knowledge, in which you were more than happy enough to comply.

Jade fell for you when you showed how competent you were unlike the other miserable guppies in school. Sure you had a few problems, but nothing with a little Jade there and everything is perfect. He also favored your knowledge, specially about fungi.

When you two became a couple, it was.. Strange to say, a air headed but scary consultant with a sadistically calm eelman? That's ringing bells for everyone.

𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔂𝓭𝓮 𝓛𝓮𝓮𝓬𝓱

Floyd had zero, zip, non, 100% no interest in you. Why? You looks, sound and seem boring. And he stand corrected.

it was later when you completed the conditions, which, not gonna lie, spooked Floyd.

"Hah?"

Later, he began to go after you like he did with Goldfish (Riddle), and when he tried to squeeze you, he found himself squeezing a shield instead.

He found himself utterly thrilled and had did several attempts at you, which failed.

His interest in you and your abilities heightened.

Then your relationship bloomed.

It was hard to say if it was romantic or platonic, but either way, Floyd was perfectly happy. Happy to have a partner who continues to show things or tell him things about their world.

As long as Floyd kept out of trouble and/or content, Jade and Azul didn't say question their relationship.

Pyro Archon

The Warlord

𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓪 𝓚𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓪𝓻

Who are you? What are you? Why are you here? What are you doing? Get out.

Leona didn't care for you, not one single bit. Until you messed with his sleep schedule due to your chaoticness.

Whenever your around, you just bring trouble with you. And he doesn't like it one bit.

And when you bring trouble, you bring noise.

Which officially ruins his nap times.

However, Leona praises and respects your prowess in battle. You always gave it your all, which he liked. You weren't holding back, which allowed him to gauge how powerful you were as a deity with or without your element.

As it turns out, you're stronger than what you make yourself out to be, but what catches Leona's attention the most, was how calculating you were. It was as if you were analyzing him

To be honest, he felt violated.

At most times, you're energetic, but when your quiet or serious, it's either pack your sh** and leave or get out of their way.

Because when your either if those, you will either send someone to the nurse with severe casualties or some of the schools property will be destroyed. And of course, there is a justified reason for this.

Other than to make Crowley very upset of course.

Leona fell for you with your strength. He loves a woman who can lead and he could just relax. Unless it comes to some other type of leadership, like in the bedroom, then that will change. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

These two are dangerous as a couple when Leona's awake and active. And when Leona's on the move, expect a gremlin to be tailing after him, and be sure to clear out of their way. Mercy didn't in their vocabulary.

𝓡𝓾𝓰𝓰𝓲𝓮 𝓑𝓾𝓬𝓬𝓱𝓲

Huh? Do I know you? No? Goodbye.

Ruggie, quite literally, didn't give a rats ass about you.

To him, you were like any other beast man, rowdy and rough, other than your form that is.

But thankfully, you knew how to take care of yourself. Less work for Ruggie. I guess.

Not only that you knew how to cook. That was a god sent gift to Ruggie. Sadly though, you only know how to make mostly meat dishes. If it contains vegetables, expect the veggies to be over seasoned.

Leona was scared when he saw you in the kitchen, only to calm down seeing you being calm and not rowdy.

Ruggie fell for your cooking. He is literally the term "To get to a mans heart, you go through their stomach". although you should work on cooking vegetables better for a more healthier lifestyle.

𝓙𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓗𝓸𝔀𝓵

Strong? Strong.

You two are 100% besties.

You two are glued to the hip whenever you guys are free or share classes.

You both like to exercise and spar, so you two mostly go for each other.

To say the least, Jack mostly saw you as a sibling. Sorry, no romance.

Jack often scolds you for not eating more vegetables.

Which makes you pout and huff.

Cute lil tyke - Leona

Hydro Archon

The Judge

𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼

Nice, another rule setter like me. We're gonna be great friends.

"Explain why two cubes of sugar should be in a lemon tea? It's blasphemy."

I see you have chosen violence 😌

Riddle at first liked you, until you learned about the rules of the Queen of Hearts, did he start to hate you.

"BE QUIET OR IT'S OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!"

He loathed you.

He thought that since your a judge, you'd understand the rules, much like him. But no, you judged the rules as well, evaluating if they are fair or not.

Whenever you call out on the rules that appeared ridiculously stupid to have (like the two sugar cubes in lemon tea. That's bs to you.)

After the overblot, you were more nicer when he changed.

He stand corrected.

But he didn't mind it, he low key enjoyed arguing with you, without him screaming at you of course.

You two as a couple sends fear in everyone. A judge and a tyrant? That's a deadly combo.

𝓣𝓻𝓮𝔂 𝓒𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻

Trey had taken a liking to you, seeing how similar you are to Riddle.

He enjoyed answering your questions about rules, but if there were rules he can't remember, he'd look at them with you to not only answer your question, but to commit them to memory in case.

What he's scared of is when you give trials regarding about incidents. Riddle would present his case then the 'innocent' or innocent would present theirs.

If the person is guilty, you ensure punishment, because like Riddle, you detest rule breakers unless in reason. You didn't mind them bending the rules as long as it doesn't break.

Trey is envious of your abilities, but you reassure him the his Doodle Suit is superior if you can use it against others magic.

You often praised him as well.

You admitted to thinking about a scenario of if Trey was born in Tevyat, he'd receive a hydro vision.

He flushed in response, secretly happy to have caught your attention.

You two as a couple puts everyone, minus Riddle because it's you, at ease.

𝓒𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓓𝓲𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓭

#ohmyseveniminlove #calltheambulance #loveatfirstsight #goddescendingfromheaven #pinchme #PLSNOTICEMEANDLOVEME #foryoupage

He practically fell for you.

To him, you were perfect.

"You have flaws? I only see perfection!"

He's a smooth talker, albeit feminine due to having a lot of sisters, but smooth nonetheless.

He's a simp for you, willing to use his unique magic to do anything and everything for you.

Literally fell at first sight of you.

As a couple, Cater often takes couple photos with you, at first you were content with the pictures, but at this point they kinda peeved her when he takes pictures on every occasion.

"Smiiiile~"

"Cater, I love you, but please, stop."

"If you give me a kiss I might~"

𝓓𝓮𝓾𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓭𝓮

You're his role model.

Literally the Geno to your Saitama.

He carries a notebook with him to take notes on you since he strives to be like you. A model being.

Even if he looks smart, he still has a split braincell between Ace and Grim.

Don't hold it against him if he's trying to know almost EVERYTHING about you.

More platonic than romantic.

𝓐𝓬𝓮 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓪

Complete opposites.

And completely disliked each other.

You rubbed him the wrong way, maybe it was because you were more justified than him, better at things than he was.

He didn't know what, it was just you being better than him. He understands he's not smart, because he foes dumb sh** with the other two.

But whenever you have to deal with their messes on their own, he feels irritated.

He often tries to get after you as well.

"Oh wow, such a god you are. Pathetic."

*cue angry archon noises with an 8 feet tall wave behind them, ready to flood Ace's ass.*

Yeah, your relationship is very... Rocky and slightly concerning.

Here's part 2! I'm happy that you read this! I will have a link to the first part after connecting the links to certain parts. Feel free to request or refer to the main master list pinned on my blog if you wish to see other choices to make! Happy reading!

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missskzbiased · 3 years

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The Things We Don’t Tell

Summary: You were sure your life was written and directed to fit a sketchy Rom-Com and nobody could convince you otherwise. First, your boss was too hot to be true, and burning with desire didn’t even begin to explain the tingling sensations he left on you. Second, your coworker (a.k.a. Ex-About-to-be-FWB) insisted in turning your life into a living hell, which wasn’t the exact kind of hotness you were into. And if having these two hot men around you every single day of your life wasn’t enough to prove it, maybe the threat of your slutty secret identity about to be busted would be… But you couldn’t let this happen.

WC: 7,5 K

Genre: Smut, Humor (?)

AUs: Office, Enemies to Lovers

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin X Fem!Reader X Bang Chan

(Not really a love triangle as Hyunjin is the Lead. However, Reader wants to Bang Chan)

Rebloggable Masterlist // Main Masterlist // Tag List

Warnings: Language, Thigh riding, Public space (Office), Exhibitionism, Possessiveness, Pet Name (Baby girl), Sir Kink

[If I forgot anything, please let me know! I’m kinda sleepy right now]

Notes: There will be at least one more chapter but I won’t do a tag list post for now, only if someone wants it, cuz I’m too lazy to think about doing it right now. This fic is an attempt to experiment with some writing style things that I’ve been wanting to try. I don’t think it worked, tho SUHAHUSAUHSUHA But that’s life

- I’ll quite possibly change the title in the future-

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You are a superhero.

Okay! To be honest, you may be exaggerating a little bit ─ a tiny harmless little bit ─ but that was how you felt every single day of your life, alright? You had this glorious and mysterious side of yours that you hid from everyone else in the world… That mask that you couldn’t let come to the ground and would fight for dear life to protect… That side to your persona that no one was allowed to meet… The fierce, bold, and dark aspects of your soul that—

“Y/N! I want those papers on my table!”

“Yes, sir!” You shrieked in an embarrassing (not even slightly bold) way.

— That you couldn’t show at your work.

Yeah… So maybe no one actually thought of you as a superhero, but you really believed someone should start to. Was there something that different between your life and those low-budget TV shows people seem to enjoy so much? You didn’t think so.

To be fair, sometimes you felt like someone wrote a questionable script and poorly directed your life to fit you as the leading lady of a sketchy rom-com. As if they just focused on checking out every point on a bullet list made up with rules for a successful superhero office drama that wasn’t even that good…

… And speaking of which…

Rule Number One: The stern (maybe kinda attractive) boss!

If you had to define Bang Chan with a couple of adjectives, you would choose undeniably beautiful ─ extremely professional of you because the right words to describe him were fucking hot ─ and committed. Fortunately, it wasn’t an “I have someone waiting for me at home and a bunch of kids I must put to sleep” kind of commitment, which would destroy your hopes of having this man one day. Unfortunately, it was an “I’m better than the header and gonna run this company by tomorrow night” kind of commitment, which destroys your hopes of a peaceful day at work.

Now, it’s not like you don’t want to do your job! It’s just that you didn’t sign up to be Bang Chan’s perfect little toy ─ definitely not the better words to describe it ─ and you didn’t expect to be joined by the hips ─ really? ─ with him or any of your coworkers. The thing is that Bang Chan wants to be on top ─ someone has to stop you ─ and he believes the only way to get there is to work as a team and be as perfect as one can be. In other words, Bang Chan wants absolutely everything and everyone to be neat, tight, and ready to be used ─ again… Not the better way to put your thoughts into words ─, but this just wasn’t who you were.

It also wasn’t the point right now.

The point right now should be the fact that Bang Chan was striding to his office looking like he owned the whole damn place… If this was a movie, the camera would be focusing on his expensive, black leather shoes before scanning all the way up to his waist in slow motion. The scene would zoom in on his fine ass only to go a little bit up and catch the shiny, black belt wrapping around his figure. The outfit didn’t leave much to the imagination, but you had a hell of a productive mind… You could think of a few things you shouldn’t really be thinking about right now.

Bang Chan didn’t seem to understand he was at work either.

He rolled his sleeve up in a sexy motion that should be illegal. It isn’t. You can tell by the way there are no cops bursting inside the building and arresting this gorgeous son of a bitch.

The lack of any authorities to stop this atrocious moment had you lowering your gaze to your desk ─ a vain attempt to ignore the way his forearms flexed as he gestured and ordered people around. If you were a little bit less professional, you would have some ideas of how he could do it in bed. With you. But you weren’t some kind of creepy perv who would be fantasizing about riding your own boss from dusk till dawn.

Not at all.

“Do you need me, Sir?” His secretary asks politely.

A question that you would love to ask him too… In a totally and strictly professional way, of course.

Rule Number Two: The (extremely unnecessary) nemesis!

The shiver running down your spine could mean only one thing: Hwang Hyunjin ─ your obnoxious coworker ─ was standing right behind you, just like a bloody damn ghost. There was no need to turn around. You knew he had his mocking eyes glued on Bang Chan’s figure, and you could feel the air shifting as he tilted his head in a silent sneer before leaning on your desk.

You refused to turn around and acknowledge his presence; painfully aware that he would flash a wide grin while looking at you with a knowing glint in his eyes. You wouldn’t give him the taste of seeing in your face that he was right; that you were staring at your boss as if you were a starving vulture. So you did the only thing you could do in this situation: You started to work. The sheets scattered over your desk wouldn’t walk by themselves to Bang Chan’s room, right?

And neither would you if it depended on Hyunjin.

The attempts to swipe the papers in your direction and gather everything you needed ─ to finally get rid of Hyunjin ─ proved to be vain as his hand took root on the desk. You pursed your lips in annoyance while glancing at his prominent knuckles and slender fingers; wondering if he would be so collected if he knew you wanted to crunch them. Probably not. But he gets off so fucking much on upsetting you that he might just want to take the risk anyway.

“What do you want, asshole?” You hissed; stopping your motions before turning around to stare blankly at him.

The face of an angel was the most accurate way to describe the sight in front of you. Plump, pink lips molded into a sweet smile and dark brown eyes morphed into cute crescents. None of those features fit his true self, though. Underneath the angelic façade, there was a demon called Hwang Hyunjin ─ who was resting his free hand on your shoulder for no reason besides driving you crazy.

It would be easier if he was just a pretty face, but Hyunjin had a good body too. The guy looked just like a model ─ slim, tall, and classy ─, and even though only his collarbones peeked out from down his shirt, you knew that there was much more than the eyes could see.

Well, you never saw it, but you had felt it.

As far as you could remember, each curve on Hyunjin’s abs was craft by God himself. The way his chest was built for you to caress would be forever craved on your mind. You might never forget how soft his lips were in contrast to his lap… How his thighs flexed just right when you pulled his hair… How reactive he was… How his moans sounded… And how he put everything to waste.

“Oh, nothing” He shrugged. As usual, his voice was just like sweet, hot honey; still, you could wipe the poison dripping down his chin, “I was just wondering if you had enough time to do your job while fucking your boss inside your head” He clarified sarcastically, cracking you a smile.

Sometimes you regretted not putting his mouth to good use… He really needed to learn how to shut up for a while and stop being so… Unbearable. The silence he met had him scoffing; body leaning even closer to the point his face was practically hovering over yours ─ smugness plastered all over it. You held his gaze to confront him; breathe mingling with his in a heated mix that matched the anger under your eyes.

Was he licking his lips as he stared at yours? Oh boy… He definitely wanted to get laid. It was your time to scoff as the frown on your lips turned into a smirk; eyes twinkling mischievously as you looked into his in a silent teasing. As if sensing that he was in trouble, Hyunjin tilted his head to look even more obnoxious than he was; face coming closer to yours to defy your newfound confidence.

“You know what? If you stared at him any longer, I think his balls might have fallen off…” He whispered in a tone loud enough for just you to hear “Unless he saw the way you were looking at him… Then I guess his dick would go straight up” He assured you with a ‘friendly’ pat on your shoulder as he finally let go of your papers and straightened his back.

“Are you saying it from experience?” You sneered; grimacing at him.

“Are you telling me that you want me to fuck you too?” He retorted gibingly; not even thinking twice about it.

“No” You tilted your head, trying to stay composed, “I’m reminding you that you couldn’t even kiss me without getting a boner… Just like a teenage boy” He arched a brow at your statement; pursing his lips as he hummed in wonder “I’m surprised you never came in your pants like the pathetic thing you are” He laughed; poking his cheek with his tongue before squeezing your shoulder in a silent warning.

“I must have been quite a sight if you can remember it so vividly” You pretended not to notice the way he sniggered, pushing away the urge to punch his face.

Nemesis was just a classy way to call him a pain in the ass.

Rule Number Three: The (plain and uninteresting) secret identity!

It would be impossible to miss the moment Hyunjin’s devilish smirk morphed into a bright, friendly smile. The snarky comment on the tip of your tongue was swallowed back in a bit; grimace dissolving into a wide grin as if you weren’t about to throw your fists at him. He giggled as his arms spread open before snaking around your body to pull you into a tight hug; holding you close and rocking your body side to side as a soft huff fell from your lips.

If you didn’t know any better, your knee would be buried between his legs.

“Way to go, Y/N!” He chirped, loosening his grip to take a better look at your face; eyes smiling as if the both of you were the bestest of friends in the entire world, “You’re awesome! I’m so proud… I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you as my teammate” He pursed his lips; dimples showing as he offered you nothing but affection in his gaze.

You did know better, though, and it wasn’t too hard to figure out who was standing behind your back as you opened your mouth to answer him: “There’s no one I’d rather be with!” You reassured Hyunjin in a sweet, mirthful tone; tilting your head to return the fondness in his look in an act worthy of an Oscar “We’re a team, you know? You can’t get rid of me so easily” He laughed wholeheartedly at that; ruffling your hair before leaning closer to you again, resuming the hug.

“We’ll see about that” He whispered in your ear, making you scoff.

“What are you gonna do? Cry to Daddy so you won’t work with me anymore?” You hissed back; breaking away from his hug with a tight grin before turning around to meet Chan’s gaze.

The surprise plastered over your face was millimetrically calculated; just like the way you pretended to be flustered as you stared into your boss’ eyes to see the pride shining on them. You brought the papers closer to your chest in what was meant to be an innocent, coy way ─ a technique mastered over the months you worked for him ─, and Chan seemed to fall for it as he giggled in delight. The poor guy had no clue all of this was as fake as your camaraderie towards Hyunjin, and he wasn’t about to discover it anytime soon if it depended on you.

Luckily, it did! You had taken some acting classes; just enough for your next words to be naturally convincing: “I’m so sorry, Sir! We’re just so happy that –” The words were deliberately drawled to give him enough time to interrupt you. Just like you knew he would. And it was a good thing that he did because you had no idea of how you were supposed to finish that sentence anyway.

You were a good actress, not a professional improviser.

“Don’t mention it” He cut you off giggly; detaching himself from the doorframe he leaned on as he watched the friendly scene taking place.

The amount of cuteness this man could deliver in his smile wasn’t fair, and it didn’t match the sensuality a simple gesture of his overflowed with, enchanting you. You gulped down as he gave both of you a silent order to follow him into his room, wondering if the duality he had in the office was remotely similar to what he could do in bed ─ a thought that shouldn’t be having a place in your mind right now.

Hyunjin seemed to pick up on it pretty quickly too, and as soon as Chan turned around to head to his office, he bumped his shoulder onto yours. The obnoxious action was followed by your elbow diving into his ribs; a retaliation that took you less than a second and, luckily, Chan ─ or any of your coworkers ─ didn’t seem to notice. Neither of you gave away your silent quarrel as Hyunjin closed the door behind him, smiling at you when Chan finally took his seat.

“It’s good to see that you guys have such chemistry” He confessed, and you had to suppress a scoff when you looked into his eyes. He had no idea… The chemistry between you two was enough to make you want to blow each other, “You know what I always say, right?” He boasted on a sing-song; much more at ease than he seemed to be earlier.

You weren’t about to put that on the line, though.

“You can’t have teamwork if you don’t have a team!” You warbled in unison.

“That’s the spirit!” Chan gurgled, heading to his desk in a visibly good mood.

What was going on? He wouldn’t be so happy just because you and Hyunjin were being friendly… Were you missing something? He didn’t seem in such a peaceful state of mind when he came in… It had to be something that happened after that. Perhaps he got some good news from his secretary? Or maybe… You narrowed your eyes as you caught a glimpse of Hyunjin’s hands fidgeting in front of him; his foot tapping the ground rapidly but quietly before moving slightly to step on your toe.

Or maybe Hyunjin had something to do with it…

“As I said in the email, Sir, I happened to hear some stuff around and… KQ managed to get an exclusive with Han Jisung” The sentence sounded just like a normal introduction to a report, but you knew it wasn’t. Hyunjin’s eyes darted to meet yours, glinting with anxiety and despair. He was informing you of what was going on, not Chan, “And as we all know, Jisung is a rising producer star, which is bound to raise their sales and might get in the way of ours…” He continued, swallowing dryly and widening his eyes ever so slightly.

He was definitely trying to warn you of something.

“Yes, I read the e-mail, Hyunjin” Chan agreed sternly; smile disappearing as his fingers intertwined to serve as a support for his chin. He looked classy and incredibly sexy, but your mind couldn’t afford to focus on it right now. You had to figure out what the hell Hyunjin suggested to Chan before blowing everything up, “You also said that Y/N might have the solution for this…” Oh, so that was it, you thought when Chan arched his brow; eyes connecting to yours.

And now what?

“So?” He encouraged you, detaching his chin from his hands so he could rest them on his desk “I’m waiting” He smiled gently; a closed-mouth smile that was supposed to calm your nerves, even though you could see how tumultuous his gaze was right now.

It was practically a silent threat.

In a normal situation, the predatory way he was looking at you ─ resembling a wolf when you were nothing but a sheep under his radar ─ would get you… Thinking.

Your job wouldn’t be at stake in a normal situation, though.

The pressure on your toes increased; the subtle way Hyunjin found to snap you out of your mind, despite your silence hanging in there for just a few seconds. It was obvious that he was freaking out just as much as you were, and you couldn’t help but blame him for this. Couldn’t he have told you about it earlier? What the hell was going on inside his mind?! Instead of taunting you about wanting to fuck Bang Chan, he should have warned you about that shit!

That’s not the time for this, Y/N.

The muscles on your face tensed as you tried to not give away everything going through your mind; lips twisting in a tight smile as you looked at Hyunjin: “Yeah, he was right” You answered calmly, even though your stomach was settled on becoming an Olympic athlete right now, “As I was telling him before coming here, Sir, I have someone in mind…” The relief washed over Hyunjin’s face; a genuine smile adorning his features as he withheld a sigh, “I happen to know I.N, and I think I can get us an exclusive” You confessed, shifting your gaze from Hyunjin to Chan.

“The writer?” He blurted out, astonishment plastered all over his face.

“Yeah… They’re a friend of mine…” You trailed off, embarrassed to say it out loud “They’re in the top trending now since their novel will become a drama and…” You cleared your throat, lowering your head to avoid his gaze. There was just so much of acting you could handle for a day, “I mean- It’s… Adult stuff, right? But they never—”

“I know! That’s perfect!” He beamed, getting up from his chair to walk your way “They’ve never been seen! Nobody knows anything about them, Y/N” He laughed ─ he genuinely laughed ─ while clasping his hands together “Han Jisung is good, but I.N is better! This is hot news… FrontPage… How come you never told me about that?” He chuckled, placing his hand on your shoulder “Rest assured that when I get my promotion, I’m gonna have you right here in this room” He promised you in such a serious tone that a shiver ran down your spine.

Rule Number Four: The (kinda horny) true self!

There was not a single soul in the office as you made your way down the hall; eyes focused on the mesmerizing view outside. The sky was colored in purple shades, so deep that you would have mistaken them for black if it weren’t for the dazzling, sleepless city and its dozens of skyscrapers lighting everything up. Not even the full moon would be able to compete with such a beautiful brilliance, but it wouldn’t be necessary either as your gaze was abruptly torn away from the night.

The darkness surrounding you didn’t allow your brain to connect the dots immediately, and you couldn’t help but wonder what happened when you bumped into something. The surface was much softer than a wall, yet firm enough to have you wincing for the impact; eyes snapping to meet the unlucky bastard that stayed until so late. The moonlight kissed his skin just enough for you to recognize the sharp features of your boss; clenched jaw revealing popping veins that distracted you for a fraction of a second.

Your eyes trailed the path from his jaw to his neck, and you couldn’t help but wonder how it tasted like; if you could savor it like the sins you wanted to commit with him. The closeness didn’t work in your favor, and the hint of his scent intoxicated your senses as you connected your gazes. Something must have given you off ─ maybe your hesitation, maybe the lust glinting in your eyes ─ because the next second, Cristopher had his hand placed on your lower back.

The warm sensation grew to a burning feeling as his eyes darkened while diving into yours; his stern, cold gaze contrasting to the feeling of his touch and sending a shiver down your spine. Could he have noticed the way your legs trembled as his grip tightened around you? The look on his face was indecipherable, and the intensity of his gaze made you feel too exposed and vulnerable to keep looking for an answer, so you averted your eyes away from him.

“Weren’t you supposed to come as soon as you got his answer?” The way his voice made its way to your senses had the embarrassment washing over you. The huskiness in his tone made you gulp down ─ throat dry from thirsting over him ─ and the calmness in his sentence alarmed you as it didn’t match the disapproval in his eyes “It’s so late that there is no one else here anymore” He added nonchalantly; mixed signals getting you confused to what he meant by it.

Was it just a way to scold you or was it an invitation?

“I’m sorry, Sir” Despite not having anyone around, you whispered the words as if you could be caught at any moment now, “It took me longer than expected, but we—”

“We?” His eyes were sharp enough to cut you off but the real reason why you couldn’t manage to finish your thoughts was the way he pulled your body impossibly closer to his “Were you with him this whole time?” He hissed right into your ear, letting his hot breath fan over your cold, sensitive skin in a silent threat.

“Working” You corrected, even though he didn’t say anything.

“Working” He hummed in agreement; hand going to tuck your hair behind your ear “As in how we work late at night?” He sneered, manhandling you to press your back against the cold surface of the glass wall that separated his office from the rest of the place “Or is it as in how he wants to work you on his desk?” He scoffed; soft huff almost as degrading as the way he held your cheeks with one hand and guided your eyes to his.

“Neither” You guaranteed breathlessly; voice quivering in excitement.

“Are you going to pretend that you didn’t notice his looks?” He narrowed his eyes at you; his knee making its way to the gap between yours before slowly rising to your thighs, “That you don’t know how much he wants to fuck you?” He laughed humorlessly, shaking his head in disbelief, “You better not, ‘cause I know you love it” He warned as he kicked your legs apart.

“He could never fuck me as you do” There was such seriousness in your tone that it had him chuckling, and he nodded in approval before burying his nose in your neck, “I-I’m yours only, Sir… I know my place” You promised quietly, trying not to give away how aroused his jealousy made you feel.

“Yeah…” His raspy laughter tickled your skin, and you muffled a whine as he grazed his teeth over your neck teasingly “But you like being reminded of it, don’t you?” He taunted, taking in your scent in a way that made you feel too small and helpless. He groaned as soon as you let a whimper fall from your lips, and you couldn’t help but struggle to stay still while knowing what was about to come, “Do I have to spell it for you, baby girl?” He snickered before sucking on the tender spot of your skin that he knew too well at this point.

“N-No” Somewhere inside your head, you acknowledged that your reaction was insanely humiliating. He just needed a couple of words spoken in a sultry tone and you couldn’t even form a proper sentence. That was the power he had on you. And you loved it. “Only yours” The rushed tone made him smirk against your neck, stopping his path of kisses for a second to look into your eyes “Sir” You panted; returning his gaze with just as much intensity as he had on his.

“Claim your place” His order was so tantalizing that you didn’t even blink before you finally let your knees give away, losing the support of your legs to earn the support of his thigh, “That’s right… You do remember your place” Somehow, this sounded like the best praise he could ever offer you, even under his amused tone, “But you have been such a bad girl lately…” He pouted as he caressed your cheek; hand stopping to grab your chin gently “And I don’t like bad girls… You know that, right?” He let his thumb reach for your lower lip, fiercely staring at it before grazing his finger on your teeth.

Your answer was as silent as his request; tongue welcoming his thumb before you sucked on his digit. He hummed in appreciation, pushing it inside your mouth as you looked at him with big doe eyes to show a coyness that wasn’t really there within you. The action was followed by a swirl around the tip of his finger; as if to leave in his mouth the taste of what he was missing and prompt him to give you what you really wanted: Him.

If he picked up on your plans, he showed it by giving like for like.

He didn’t say a word as he pressed his thigh against your heat; leaning closer to let his breath fan over your neck once more. He stood like that for what could have been seconds, maybe minutes, but nonetheless time enough for his warmth to creep into your senses. He was like a poison to you; the intoxicating presence clouding your better judgment and destroying any will you had to have him losing control. You didn’t even mind the way he scoffed as you started to grind his leg; brows twisting to shout out a needy plea for release.

“That’s a good girl” He approved, catching your earlobe between his teeth. The moan that fell from your lips was muffled by his finger and he didn’t seem to appreciate it, “I don’t hear you, baby girl” He complained, moving on to your jaw with a path of open-mouthed kisses that weren’t enough to distract you from his other hand “There’s no one here… Be loud for me” He allured you as his hand found its way under your shirt.

The temptation was great… Scream his name as he fucked you senseless in the office... No risk of being caught… Just you, and him, and your dirty little secret…

Your thoughts were all around the place, and you had no hopes of grasping them back as his cold hand brushed your side, contrasting to the warmth under your clothes. The way he touched you made shivers run down your spine; his slow, delicate motion enhancing your senses to every single second of his caresses. You held your breath when his finger finally managed to reach its destination; grazing over your nipple to have you succumbing to his wishes.

You fought it as you could, but you were never much of a fighter.

It was too easy for him to have you under his control, and he knew it. You could tell it by the way he chuckled as soon as you gave away how lost you were at this point. The moan that left your lips came all the way up from your chest, sounding crystal clear in the room as you let your mouth fall agape. Sucking on his finger and following his orders were the last concern you would have for this moment. The only thing worthy of your attention right now was the fact that you couldn’t get as much friction as you needed, and you had to do something about it.

So you grind on his leg for dear life.

“You’re so needy” The mockery didn’t have much effect on your mind anymore, so you just kept sliding up and down his thigh as if that was the only thing that could keep you going “You’re not even listening to me, are you?” He huffed in disbelief; thumb leaving your mouth so he could cup your face “That’s all you can understand, right?” He taunted, pinching your nipple to get your attention again, “Are you still there, baby girl?” He leaned closer to whisper in your ear.

“F-Fuck me” Was the only answer he would get.

“Manners” He warned; licking the sweet spot next to your jaw.

“Fuck me, Sir” You corrected yourself; wrapping your arms around his shoulders to look for some support as you practically bounced on his leg, “Please, fuck me, Sir” You repeated, forehead resting on the crook of his neck as you clawed his back, trying to bring him as close as possible to you.

“Louder” He demanded, and you didn’t need to look at his face to know that he was grinning, “Louder…” He instructed in a tone so low that you could barely hear him over the rustling sounds of fabric against fabric. Your breath hitched as his hand gently caressed your hair; moving some strands away from your face to take a better look at you. However, he didn’t get to see your teary eyes, “Come on, baby… Look at me” He asked in a tantalizing tone, alluring you to try and meet his gaze.

There wasn’t much you could see through your hooded eyes; vision too blurry for you to grasp what was going on inside his mind. You could tell he enjoyed it, though. He always did. That moment when he could pinpoint you had given up on your control, that you weren’t yourself anymore and would be willing to do whatever he asked… He lived for it, for that rebellious flame of self-control extinguishing from your eyes.

For who you become when lust overcomes you.

The grip on his hair wasn’t unexpected, and Cristopher offered you a small, wicked smile before you connected your lips. The kiss was messy and hurried; tongues exploring every corner they could find while your hands were occupied on getting rid of your clothes. Neither of you cared about anything else but feeling each other’s bodies as you ripped your shirts. The cold breeze hitting your bare skin wasn’t enough to cool down the heat consuming you, but it was enough to have you squirming and whining.

“Beautiful” Was the only thing he said before pushing your back against the glass and adjusting his grip to take your nipple between his teeth. The groan that escaped your lips was almost animalistic, prompting him to answer with a grunt of his own as he sucked on your skin. The vibrations ran from your flesh to your core, enticing another moan that seemed to fall into deaf ears, “Louder, baby… I want him to hear you…” He pleaded, letting go of your breast just to grope it and give you a kitten lick on the next second “To know who made you like this…” He added before sucking on it again.

Perhaps it was the fact that he thrust on you, just to tease your senses and make you thirstier. Perhaps it was the fact you had to support yourself on just one leg as he pushed his hips against yours and you tried to seek for your balance by involving his leg with yours. Perhaps it was his hand sliding to meet your clothed core; finger pressing against your clit to add a delicious, needed stimulus for your orgasm.

Perhaps it was the words that slipped through his lips.

“W-What did you say?” You panted; hips faltering as you tried to keep riding him, but steading their pace as his finger circled your clit to goad you “M-Mhm… S-Sir” You cried; hand burying in his hair to pull it and translate the utter bliss waving down your body. The string of mewls and urgent pleas spilled from you like a chant, getting him more eager than before, “P-Please” You whined, even though you weren’t sure what you were asking for.

“Hold it” He ordered; straightening his back to look right into your eyes, but failing as yours rolled back to your head. His hand made its way to squeeze your cheeks, forcing you to look at him with a soft shake to catch your attention “Look at me” It sounded like a warning; stern enough for you to try your best to focus on him, “You’ll only cum when he walks right through that door… Do you understand?” He searched for any signs of stubbornness in your eyes, but his smile showed he didn’t found any.

“W-Who?” You managed to ask; body trembling as you tried to hold every single string inside your mind in place, even though each one of them was ready to snap and unravel the crashing pleasure that was building up.

“Why does it matter?” He scoffed, quickening his pace as the unmistakable ring of the elevator sounded on the room “You love being seen, don’t you?” He chuckled, watching as your body shook violently and your knees started to give away to the sensations running down your body.

“Y-Yes, Sir” You could bet your voice echoed inside the building, and Christopher seemed to agree with you as he grinned in approval.

“So look at your guest, baby… And scream my name” He instructed, pushing your face to the side. The doors opened slowly, revealing the lights inside the small cubicle right in front of your eyes “Let him know who you belong to” He whispered in your ear; hand pushing your underwear aside so his finger could come in contact with your core.

The mysterious figure detached from the corners of the metallic walls to finally reveal himself. You met his eyes for a half of a second; enough time for you to recognize the one who worked with you every single day of your life. For the past few years. Someone who would be your partner for years to come, and who would witness and engrave your face in your most vulnerable moment.

You came hard; probably the most overwhelming orgasm you had ever had in your life. It was impossible to hold back your voice, and you couldn’t help but howl his name; legs shaking and body collapsing into your boss’ arms. You squirmed and whimpered as you tried to recompose yourself; letting him help you ride you out of your orgasm and occupying yourself by staring into your coworker’s shocked eyes.

“Thank you, Sir…” You breathed out, gripping his arms for dear life while the shame sank into your soul.

Rule Number Five: The (grateful and satisfied) fans!

And… Post.

Oh, well… You did it. Again. There was something about displaying your deepest fantasies for anyone to see that was kinda thrilling to you. Your heart raced inside your chest just like a drum ─ well, if a goddamn drummer decided to do a solo but was too offbeat, to begin with ─ and you couldn’t help but stare blankly at the page without a clue of what to do now. It was out there… Why didn’t anyone say anything yet? Was it that bad? Should you delete it?

Well… People have to read it before commenting, you know?

Yeah, right… You just posted it.

Chill.

You licked your lips before biting them; feeling the rush that was posting about your boss online when no one else knew about it. If you were being honest, the best part of this wasn’t having the chance to live your fantasies throughout your writing. No. The best part was knowing that only you knew the true identity of Christopher… Or what you really wanted to do to him while he walked down the hallway. The best part was that no one would ever figure out that you were the author of the bestselling novel of the moment… That this steamy romance between boss and employee was nothing but your rawest desire.

Who would think that the boring, shy girl from the office would be a smut writer? Who would think that you would have a horny, interesting secret identity? No one else but you.

And this was priceless.

Or maybe… It was priceless.

As far as you knew, every single thing you cherished about being a secretive horny bitch could go down the drain tomorrow. It would be all fine if it was just a… Well, actually everything would suck. How would you look at Chan’s face if he knew you were writing about having sex with your boss while he was your boss? What would you do if they decided to fire you because of it? What would you do with your life from now on?!

Don’t panic, Y/N.

You had everything under control… Tomorrow morning you would be going to Jeongin’s house and interview him as if he were you. No one would ever suspect you after that. You would save your ass, Hyunjin’s ass, and Chan’s ass. And that was it. The perfect plan. Nothing to worry about. Just trust Jeongin to follow your script and make sure everything would go as planned.

Flawless. Totally safe. Perfect.

That’s right…

You just need to take a deep breath and rela—

The sudden sound caught you off guard; eyes focusing on the screen once again so you could understand what was going on. All of your worries vanished away as soon as you saw the notification on the top of it; announcing that you had just got a message from a fan.

Finally!

The weasel icon was so familiar that you chuckled while opening the message; a smile plastering over your face as you let your eyes wander around the words. There was nothing more fulfilling to your writer ass than seeing the way Weasel always had something to say about your story. Sometimes, he’d give you some feedback on your style. Other times, he’d freak out about how much he wanted to “try those things out”, as he usually said. There were also times when he’d just get excited over the characters and their conflicts, which always got you laughing.

It was fun to talk to Weasel.

He was just as mysterious as you… There was no name to his face, and also no face to his icon, but both of you were friends anyway. He had been keeping up with your stuff from such an early stage that it felt natural to have him around and getting his feedback. It was so comfortable, that you didn’t even mind when he slid in your DMs, embarrassed to let anyone else know that your smut made him… Feel things. There was no need to elaborate on what he did about those feelings or those things. But it was kinda hot to know he enjoyed himself throughout your fantasies.

His fantasies.

Well… For the number of times that you used them to write your stories, it was some sort of shared fantasies by now. As a matter of fact, you never intended to make Christopher a jealous character but Weasel made the idea seem too hot for you to ignore. Sometimes, he’d open up about that girl from his work that he really liked and how jealous he was of the guy she liked and then… Well, it felt… Interesting.

The thought of being desirable to the point a guy would want to claim you as his like this? Not that Weasel did it. He actually just mentioned that he hoped she was into this as a kink. You couldn’t help but picture the way he would touch her in such a greedy way… The possessiveness blinding him for a second… The grip tightening… The mean words and the humiliation… Oh, the sweet humiliation that would crush you as he whispered how much you would cum for him… How he was the only one who could make you like that… How he would ask you to say his name… To tell him that you were his…

You could drink holy water and still be shaking just by picturing it.

“That was such a good chapter… I didn’t expect you to use her friend like that. I thought it was a given that she’d end up with Chris” You read out loud, chuckling when he reached for your DMs to talk to you “Will we get a threesome or something, miss? 😏” He joked on the next line and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes at this “I’m waiting for it”

“You’re just a horny bitch, aren’t you?” You typed, smirking as you stared at his messages “No spoilers for you, though, baby boy… You’ll have to wait like everybody else” Teasing him was always funny, and he never failed to amuse you.

“I’m not the one writing porn online” He pointed out, and before he could write anything else you shot him.

“Yeah but you’re the one getting off to it” You retorted, getting a whole set of gasping and shocked emotes that had you laughing.

“I have no words to express how offended I am” You chortled, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Alright, Drama Llama” Why was it so fun to mock him? You wished you could actually meet him offline and banter like this in real life “To fill your horny ass, I might write a dom!reader next time… I was thinking about torturing the 2nd lead a bit”

“First of all… I don’t think I want my ass filled, thank you for offering tho” Why was he like this? “And I was just joking” You frowned at that, confused by what he meant “Don’t you think that a threesome doesn’t go along with the characters? Her friend likes her a lot and Christopher is just a kinky son of a bitch… I thought he’d just show him that she was his and be an ass as usual”

“What do you have against Chris, dude?” You rolled your eyes, although he wouldn’t be able to see it, “He’s way better than her friend! At least, he does something about her”

“I have the 2nd male lead syndrome! You know that!” You chortled, very aware of this, “And isn’t that the perfect opportunity for him to do something about it?! I mean… I don’t want to be nosey but having a threesome is way out of character for them” He pointed out, and you had to admit he was right.

“No, you’re not nosey…” You sighed; shoulders dropping for a second “It’s just that I’m upset about something that happened at work today and you know that projecting my problems on those characters is my thing” You pursed your lips, staring at the keyboard for a few seconds before deciding to continue “Besides, I’m about to spend an entire day with a guy that kinda inspired the 2nd lead and… I don’t really want to think about a sex scene with him, you know?” You confessed.

“But thinking about torturing and having a threesome with him is easy” He mocked you.

“That’s because that threesome would never happen” You sent it before you could think about what you had just written.

“Ooohhhh!” Holy shit… The amount of emotes he had just dumped on that chat couldn’t be a good sign, “So having sex with this guy is something you want?! And that could happen?! ” Great, now you would have a Drama Llama-Weasel trying to get some juicy gossip about your inexistent sex life… WORSE! Your sex life with your nemesis! “Why don’t you go for it? I’m sure he’s into you if he’s anything like his character” Poor thing… He had no idea.

“Shut up, it’s not like that” You brushed it off.

“If you say so” You could almost hear him snickering, even though you didn’t know how his voice sounded like “I’ll just have you regretting this for the rest of the night” You snorted, shaking your head in disbelief. He was unbearable! “I have work early tomorrow but I’m gonna come back with questions, Miss… Wait for me”

“What I meant is that it’d be easier to happen than having a threesome, not that I want it to happen, moron” You defended yourself but he didn’t even get to read it as he logged off right away.

Great… He would never let you live it down.

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A Hospitable Birthday

Characters: Sam x F!Reader, Dean, Castiel (mentioned)

Words: 3,055

Summary: It’s your birthday and you’re stranded at the hospital. Good thing your boyfriend’s a total dreamboat.

Warnings: 18+ almost smut?, injured!reader, mentions of surgery, language, a gross amount of fluff and cheese

A/N: this was a request from the beautiful @swiftlymoniquesblog who sadly injured her knee shortly before her birthday. i tried to include everything we talked about, hope you like it! (again, sorry it’s a day late!) happy birthday and get well soon, darling 😘

Square Filled: Fluff for @samwinchesterbingo

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You trace the veins of the tanned and heavy forearm slung across your waist, nuzzling your head deeper into your boyfriend’s pillow of a pec as you ponder the passing of another year. Sam’s scent and warmth envelope you in comfort while the hard lines of his body, nestled against your softer curves, provide just the right amount of support.

“Mm, morning, baby,” he grumbles into your skin, planting a sweet, wet kiss at the junction between your neck and shoulder.

“Morning, handsome.” The smile on your face is also evident in your voice as you turn to face him and press a wake-up kiss of your own upon his soft, pink lips.

It would have been a perfect start to your special day if only Sam’s giant frame wasn’t squished against the plastic rails and his feet weren’t dangling off the edge of your tiny hospital bed.

“What are you doing in my bed?”

Sam lifts his brows before pulling an expression of mock offence. “Well, that’s a first. But all you have to do is say the word,” he says, making an act of getting up to remove himself from your side.

Of course, you don’t let him get far, quick to push him back in place with a light laugh, “You know that’s not what I mean.” Glancing down at his body, so carefully entwined around yours, you motion to the general lack of space, “But you didn’t have to stay the night; there’s no way that’s comfortable.”

His chuckle warms your palm from where it’s resting above his heart, as his long, deft fingers come up to push a strand of unruly hair gently behind your ear. “’Course I did. You said your favorite way to wake up was next to me, and seeing as saving my brother’s life is what got you stuck here, I figured it was the least I could do.” The blissful adoration in his kaleidoscopic eyes would have been enough to knock you off your feet if you weren’t already lying down. “Besides,” Sam brings your hand up to his lips, puckering them tenderly against your palm before setting it back on his chest, “you’d be surprised by the conditions I could sleep well in with you in my arms.”

Though you can’t deny the slight pang of disappointment that had surfaced within you when Sam didn’t cite your birthday as the reason he’d stayed the night, he’s so freaking sweet, you really can’t fault him, just as private moments like this are so incredibly rare, you refuse to ruin the mood.

“You mean like that night in the Impala’s backseat?” you ask, slithering your torso above his in an attempt to somewhat replicate your positioning during that memorable autumn night.

Sam stills your squirming with big hands on either shoulder, though his eyes flicker down to your lips. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, baby girl.”

You pout up at him, “Well, if you slept with me because I saved Dean’s hide, what’s he gonna do to thank me?” The way your brow quirks suggestively makes Sam laugh.

“You’re trouble, you know that? And you’re lucky I love you.” His lips find the tip of your nose, lingering there as you watch him pick up his phone and swipe his thumb across the screen a few times out of the corner of your eye. “As for your question, you’re about to find out.”

Not five minutes later, Dean bursts through the door, a great big grin on his face. “Rise and shine, lovebirds! Breakfast is here!”

They help you set up your little rolling table, encumbering it with boxes upon boxes of your favorite breakfast foods, and many of Dean’s as well.

“Dean, did you get her at least one healthy thing?” Sam complains when he opens up the fourth container to find a heavily whipped creamed slice of pie.

“’Course I did,” Dean defends around a slice of bacon, “There’s oatmeal in that one.” He points at the smallest carton in front of you.

Giggling, you shut Sam up by stuffing his mouth full of your syrupy French toast and then kissing the powdered sugar off his chin.

It’s a delightful meal, but not once do they mention the occasion you’re celebrating alone in your head. Yet you can hardly blame them for forgetting. After all, your lives are hectic, and Sam and Dean aren’t exactly in the habit of celebrating birthdays anyway. Still, it’s a fairly big one and you can’t help but let that smidge of disappointment nibble away at you through the day.

You had hoped to celebrate surviving another year beside the love of your life and several close friends in the bunker, before that damned vampire hunt landed you in this bed. When one of the fanged bastards tried to sneak up behind Dean, you’d sprinted to his rescue, making swift work with your trusty machete, but tearing your meniscus in the process. The pain hadn’t been too bad or noticeable at first, with the fresh adrenaline still coursing through you, but when it came time to walk away from the dilapidated blood bath, you found yourself on wobbly legs.

Sam, ever your knight in cozy plaid, was by your side in an instant. “Woah, baby, I got you. What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” His large, strong hands had steadied you whilst his bright, perceptive eyes swept over your figure in search of any obvious injuries.

“I don’t know, I don’t think so? Just my knee feels like- ah!“ As you took an experimental step forward, your knees had terrifyingly given way, but with his cat-like reflexes, Sam was able to swing you into his arms in one smooth motion. “Hey, hey, take it easy, alright? Let’s get you home and see what’s going on with that knee.”

Monsters didn’t frighten you but with angel mojo in short supply, a dumb injury potentially benching you for the unforeseeable future seemed rather daunting, so you’d wrapped your arms around Sam’s neck and nodded wordlessly into his neck.

“Dean! Take care of the bodies! Y/N’s hurt; I’m taking her to the car,” he’d hollered over his shoulder before turning back to you. “You’re OK, baby. It’s gonna be alright.” Although Sam whispered reassuring words across your hairline, the little whimper you let loose when he accidentally jostled your knee had sparked worry in him as well.

It turns out you were both right to be scared, because after days of dealing with the pain, icing your knee and keeping it elevated in Sam’s lap, you had no choice but to seek medical attention. And now here you were, in a hospital bed recovering from the surgery you’d undergone a day before your birthday.

Dean had been all kinds of guilty, but you’d managed to pacify him with reminders that he would’ve risked the same thing for you, and hopes that when Cas returned, you’d be able to heal faster.

Regardless, the brothers had been spoiling you to no end, waiting on you hand and foot, as if you were Winchester royalty. You really shouldn’t be upset. It’s just another day in the calendar and what matters most is that you’re surrounded by the people you love, who love you back.

“Hey, babe, you look tired,” Sam’s voice brings you back, “If you wanna take a nap, Dean and I will get outta your hair for a bit.”

“No, that’s OK, I’m fine.”

“Y/N, the doctor said you need plenty of rest. We’ll be just outside, OK?” Sam insists with a loving kiss to your forehead before shepherding his brother, who’s only slightly engrossed with a rerun of Dr. Sexy playing on the little TV screen, out of your room.

Dozing off soon after, the next thing you’re aware of is your boyfriend’s belligerent whispering.

“Dean, stop. Just use your mouth! You’re gonna wake her up!”

“Already up,” you mumble, cautiously winking open one eye after the other in fear of what you may be held witness to.

“Oh, hey, sorry…” Sam sputters lamely, lustrous hair swaying around him as he dips his head from side to side and shoots you an adorably sheepish smile, the kind that makes your heart stutter with fondness.

It takes you a minute to notice the barrage of multicolored balloons sprinkled around Dean and the mess of streamers tangled in Sam’s normally capable hands, the ends of which hang haphazardly from the ceiling at odd angles and inconsistent intervals. The couple of massive helium balloons standing in the corner of your room that spell out your new age must have been the only coherent ornaments amid the scattered chaos.

“I told you we shoulda just paid them to do it!” Dean hisses quietly at Sam, as if you can’t hear him.

“Yeah, but then it wouldn’t have been as meaningful!”

You clear your throat to gather their attention, waiting until they both turn to you with apologetic grins.

“Surprise?” Dean tries with a smile that’s much too toothy, and you burst into muffled giggles.

“I’m so sorry, baby. We’ve never really done this before.” Sam’s soft, puppy dog gaze is enough to erase all your woes.

“I know,” you reply, feeling strangely choked up, “And I appreciate it even more for that. I mean, it kinda looks like a unicorn exploded in here, but I love it. It’s very Winchester. Thank you, guys.”

“Well, I mean we weren’t finished yet, so… but as long as you’re happy,” Dean affirms, his smile much more natural this time.

“I am,” you ensure them, not missing the way Sam’s shoulders drop in relief at your words. “Although I have to admit I was feeling a little disappointed when I thought you’d forgotten earlier.”

And just like that, the tension visibly returns to your boyfriend’s body while his puppy dog eyes shine toward you in full effect. “You thought I forgot? Baby, I could never- I just didn’t wanna ruin the surprise. We were supposed to have it ready by morning, but I was so worried about you last night. The doctor said the first twenty-four hours are the most critical and-“

“Hey, hey, Sammy, stop. It’s OK! I’m not mad or anything; I just wanted to be honest because we promised we’d never keep anything from each other.”

“Yeah, we did,” Sam nods through a sentimental smile, “And I’m glad you told me. I just feel bad that I ruined the first part of your birthday.” Dropping the streamers, Sam pulls a chair up to sit at your bedside, and you immediately reach for his hands.

“Alright, this is getting a bit too chick-flicky for me, so Imma head out. Sam, call me when you need the next delivery,” Dean starts for the exit, but stops himself to add in a significantly more genuine tone, “Oh and uh, happy birthday, Y/N. I’m sorry I’m the reason you’re in here, but thanks for being awesome and saving my adorable ass.”

Your smile is wide as you gently chide him, “Dean, I told you, this was no one’s fault. Just an occupational hazard. And I’ll be fine. Besides, a birthday in the hospital is hardly a price to pay for that ‘adorable’ ass.”

“Sammy, don’t you ever let this one go, huh?” Dean beams back at you as he steps over to leave a warm kiss on your temple.

“Now who’s the sappy one?”

“Shut up,” the older Winchester mumbles fondly before leaving for good.

“I really am sorry, baby,” Sam begins as soon as the door closes behind his brother, his thumb running conciliatory circles over the back of your hand.

“Don’t be. Everything’s been perfect. You’re perfect.” You use your other hand to cup his scruffy cheek, a feeling of euphoria spreading through you when he leans into your touch. “But what was Dean saying about another delivery?”

Sam chuckles, drawn toward you by the light in your eyes. “Don’t get your hopes up, baby girl,” he answers with a chaste kiss, “All your presents are still back at the bunker, cause we’re still gonna throw you that little birthday party you were planning before the hunt, but I promise you’re gonna like what Dean brings.”

“Is it cake?” You sound like a little kid, but you can’t help yourself. Much like Dean, your sweet tooth can never be appeased.

“Maybe,” Sam admits as his dimples deepen, “but I’m not gonna tell you what kind. Anyway, we’ve still got some time before he gets back. What do you wanna do until then?”

“Well, since I can’t leave this bed yet, I think just wanna cuddle with you.”

And cuddle you do, whilst watching your favorite movie on Sam’s laptop. You take turns playing with each other’s hair and you’re only interrupted once for a checkup from your doctor.

Before long, you’ve completely forgotten the discomfort in your leg, too busy squealing with excitement as Dean hauls in your favorite brand of ice cream cake in a cooler. And as you dig in, moaning at your first bite and laughing at the brotherly banter that comes with the menial task of cutting a cake, a wave of gratitude swells within your chest.

When your stomach is sated and Dean’s gone home for the night, however, an altogether different appetite blazes to life. Having your body pressed against that of a Greek god’s all day really does things to a girl.

“So, what did you think of the ca-” Sam doesn’t get to complete his question or wipe his mouth, because your lips are attacking his before he can accomplish either task.

“Delicious,” you purr into the kiss.

Sam’s enormous hands seize your head, gently pulling it away just enough so that his darkened eyes can meet your own and your mouths can carry out a conversation, “Mmf, what did I say about starting things you can’t finish?”

“Who says I can’t? I didn’t hear the doctor say anything about it.”

Your come-hither tone and kiss-swollen lips force him to take a deep breath and close his eyes as his hands run down to your shoulders. “Baby, I don’t wanna hurt you,” Sam pleads.

“You won’t. I don’t even feel any pain right now. Please, baby. I need you.”

With his eyes still shut, Sam exhales some of his inner strife, but that caring restraint, tight jaw, and rolling chest only dampen your panties more.

Tugging at the hem of his shirt, your fingers reach under, waltzing their way up the tight skin above his defined abdominal muscles. “You know, it’s my birthday?”

“Oh yeah?” Sam is already breathless, feeling his stomach clench and heartbeat hasten at your teasing touch. “Is that your birthday wish?”

“It’s more like my everyday wish, but if I say ‘yes’, will you comply?” You lay your palm flat against his bare chest – savoring the accelerated thumping beneath it even more than you had the ice cream cake – before trailing it down his scarred yet flawless torso until it covers his generous manhood through the straining denim, all whilst kissing and licking at the side of his delectable throat.

A little squeeze from your hand elicits a strangled groan from Sam, “Fuck, baby girl, I swear you’ll be the death of me.” It’s ironic because you swear that the sounds he makes and his voice like this, all husky and wrecked and even lower than usual, will surely be the death of you.

Fortunately, Sam finally relents and carefully situates himself into a more comfortable position across your bed, ever vigilant of your injured leg. You’re not quite as meticulous, yanking the buttons of his flannel open to drool over endless miles of golden skin beneath a gorgeous dusting of dark chest hair, then working impatiently at his belt.

When he’s down to his striped SAXX underwear, Sam helps rid you of your top. His appreciative gaze always does wonders for your self esteem, and you preen a little when he says, “God, how did I get so lucky?”

It’s then that you inevitably pounce on him. Sam of course catches you perfectly, but the frenzied movement must’ve twisted your bad knee for it sends a bolt of excruciating pain there. “Ow! Wait, ow ow!”

“What, what? Are you OK? Was it me?!” His hands fly off you instantly, then return to hover around your afflicted form in case you somehow need him. In fact, you can practically feel the concern radiating from his body.

“No, it wasn’t you. I think I just twisted it a bit too far. Shit, that really hurts,” you whine, unable to fight the tears that spring to your eyes.

“Fuck, I knew we shouldn’t have tried that.” Sam’s voice is full of remorse as he drags his fingers through his hair.

“It’s not your fault, baby,” you hurry to console him with a hand along his jaw, “I’m OK now. I guess I just got a bit too zealous… although it kinda is your fault for being too damn sexy.”

Sam laughs, glancing down as he bites his lip in that ridiculously cute way that’s illogically yet charmingly shy, particularly for a man of his size. “I’m sorry. I guess it’s only fair because you drive me crazy yourself.”

You lean forward, slowly this time, to take his lower lip between both of yours, “Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, how ‘bout a make out session instead, birthday girl?” The lust rebounds in his eyes and you feel the thrill building inside you once more.

Kissing Sam Winchester will always be one of your favorite things to do in this world, second only to a more full-bodied experience with the same man. “Mmm, can I still get a rain check on the birthday sex?” you request, fanning your fingers into his satiny locks.

His beautiful hands feel much more at home on your body than they do with a roll of decorative streamers. They relish every curve they can reach, leaving goosebumps in their wake, while his mouth glides over yours. Sam keeps his movements slow and incredibly tender, and his tongue lavishes yours before he responds, “I thought it was everyday sex? But yeah, you have unlimited rain checks to do whatever you please with me. How’s that for a birthday gift?”

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storm-and-starlight · 3 years

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While the Crown Hangs Heavy on Either Side

All These Fictions We Took to Mean Fate

Here it is, everyone: the Warlord!Jaskier fic. This one originally started out as "what if I took the 'Jaskier sent as tribute to Geralt the warlord' premise and flipped it", and then that turned into "wait why is Jaskier a warlord in the first place?" and then I listened to Battle Cries on loop a bunch and this is what came out. It's very very angsty, though there is a happy ending (sort of), and there will be six parts counting the epilogue.

The song for this fic is Battle Cries, by The Amazing Devil

AO3

Jaskier wakes, alone.

For a heartbeat, while he’s still caught up in sleep-muddled thoughts and half-real dreams, he thinks that the heavy fur blankets and the soft feather mattress are, instead, the weight of a scratchy woolen cloak and the softness of an inn bed after a week of sleeping on stones, that he will roll over and right into the wall of muscle that was always there between him and the door--

and then he blinks awake, fully, and glares up at the silk hangings on his decidedly-not-an-inn-bed like they did him a personal wrong. They didn’t, they’re just hangings, sea-blue embroidery on midnight-blue silk, but they’re good and representative of everything that’s gone wrong with his life and it’s catharsis, or something like, to hate them as viciously as he does everything else.

Jaskier left home at fourteen years old, leaving behind a pair of distant-but-reasonably-caring parents, a young sister prone to infections of the lungs, and an older brother who even at eighteen was already charismatic as anything, talking pirate captains into giving him passage and mercenary companies into swearing to his banner and his banner alone.

Jaskier supposes that if he put any thought to it, he could’ve done the same -- he’s never had any trouble charming people with a clever twist of words, or spinning stories to turn a mind and heart towards his way of seeing things. The problem is he never wanted to -- he’s always been content with enough skill at song to get him a decent meal and a room with a bed and perhaps a bit of recognition now and again, but his brother… oh, Valdo had plans.

Valdo set his eyes on the horizon and his hands on a blade and swore that he’d rule all of Kerack at the age of sixteen. They’d all called it the folly of youth, and then he’d gone and done it.

Take a dozen disgruntled pirate bands, sick of Novigrad’s new patrols to protect their trade, a handful of mercenary bands bored by the lack of war and too aloof for witcher’s work (and too expensive for most people to pay them to do it anyways), a proper Keracki navy loyal to the throne (a throne that Valdo had poisoned his way to, not that many people knew that), add a dash of complacency in the stable kingdoms of the north, and crown with a king brash enough to talk his way into a dozen battles and clever enough to walk away victorious, and you’ve got a perfect recipe for an empire built on a foundation of bones. (Though aren’t they all?)

Jaskier, of course, spent all those early years while his brother was consolidating power at stable, neutral Oxenfurt, ignoring the unrest and gradually more unhinged letters (until they stopped coming altogether) and focusing on drinking and carousing and occasionally schoolwork, and then as soon as he’d graduated he’d taken his lute and run away as far as he possibly could.

Breakfast is the same as ever, Keracki-style seafood mixed with exotic spices and southern wines, trade and plunder from the far corners of the world that he now, ostensibly, owns.

“I trust you slept well, my Lord?” It’s only the maid who says it and no one else. He eats alone, sleeps alone, walks through the fine halls of his brother’s keep alone. The maid is a round-cheeked and cheerful thing, what he might once have considered charming into his bed when he was a much younger man, but now… no. Not like this. He offers her as much of a smile as he can muster, and leaves it at that.

“As well as ever. And you?”

“Indeed, my Lord.” She curtseys, delicately, and proffers the plate of fruit kept fresh by preservation spells. His retainers have insisted that if he is to be an emperor, he must eat like an emperor, and he’s always had too much of a weakness for fine foods to say no to that. “Shall I send in your steward?”

Jaskier blinks, straining to remember what was on the agenda. There’s no public court on Wednesdays, at least, and he doesn’t think there’s any important matters of state to attend to -- something something Redania is happening… soonish. Well, whatever it is, it’s probably not important, and if it is his steward will certainly find him anyways and inform him of that fact.

“No, thank you.”

The maid bobs her head at that, curtseys again, and flits out of the door. In her absence, the room is stone-silent and lonely and cold, and Jaskier shoves himself away from the table. If he must be alone, at the very least he won’t let himself be trapped within these walls.

Those first years of the conquest were… worse than anything Jaskier’s ever been through, before or since. Nothing like wondering if this is the night your own brother will set fire to the greatest university on the Continent to set panic in a heart, after all. He’d changed his name, hidden his lineage, stopped collecting letters, and still--

Still the reports came in, from Cidaris, Brugge, Temeria, all along the coast. Towns plundered if not destroyed, lords killed, martial law and the threat of execution held over the heads of the populace. All with the shining figure of Valdo Marx Pankratz de Lettenhove at their head.

He took the coast from Cintra to Cidaris in a year, slew the king of Vergen with his own blade, and then presided over the executions of every one of the generals that had gone against him.

People started surrendering after that.

The summer that Jaskier graduated, Temeria and Redania started fighting back, and in the middle of the bloodshed Jaskier burned everything that could possibly tie him to the Pankratz family name bar a single signet ring (in case he should be captured by his brother’s forces) and fled for the edge of the world.

He chooses the winter garden for his bout of melancholy, wondering idly if he has the time to find his lute and disappear. Music isn’t a preferred hobby for an all-important emperor of the entire west coast from Cintra to the Dragon Mountains, but his advisors tolerate it, and he’s given up enough else in his life; he’s not going to give up his damn lute.

He gets lost in the way the gardeners have manages to make the bare branches of the trees somehow look pretty against the white-blue sky, stark and black and climbing in elegant patterns, reaching forever for the sun but never quite able to touch it. He’d been like that, once. Now he only dreams of it.

That’s where his steward finds him hours later, right about when he really should be preparing for whatever afternoon duties he might have, watching ravens caark to each other from the branches of the winter garden and idly forming strands of poetry -- winter sunlight glints and gleams / shimmers down in endless streams / glorious in something beams--

“My Lord Julian!”

Jaskier sighs, taps his fingers against black bark. “Yeah?”

His steward, a tall, gangly, and fussy man by the name of Jaromir and who somehow continues to squint down his nose at Jaskier every time he does something suitably un-emperor-like despite having been in Jaskier’s employ for nearly nine years at this point, sighs and shoves a tightly-rolled scroll at him. “My Lord, the Redanian emissary is here.”

Jaskier blinks at him dully.

“The Redanian emissary,” Jaromir hisses, and then “for the yearly tribute, as specified in our treaty, wherein it is required you witness the presentation of said tribute to ensure goodwill between Kerack and Redania for the following year. That emissary.”

Oh. That emissary.

“Right, yeah,” Jaskier manages, faintly, and taps the bark again, a nervous tic. “I’ll be right there.”

Jaromir bows, sharply, and strides off, the severe cut of his doublet starkly bright against the green-grey of the winter garden.

Redania.

Fuck.

The conquest only really stopped once Valdo had reached the limit of what he could conquer by sea, and even then he was constantly conscripting and training new men, testing the fragile borders with the eastern halves of Redania in skirmishes that continued for nearly six years. Jaskier remembers, vividly, the burned-out villages, the exhaustion of the people living near them, the way that having two separate armies in the same space taxed the land until it couldn’t even support the people who worked it.

He remembers the monsters, too, the plagues of corpse-eaters, the curses that sprung up in the wake of the armies as young mages discovered that they had a way to get back at the people who did this after all. Most of Velen is probably still overrun with ghouls -- once they get to a certain number they’re near-impossible to wipe out without years of slogging work whittling down their numbers. And with most of the witchers of the world dead and gone…

Well. Let’s just say he doesn’t envy the people living there, now or ever.

The treaty with Redania was one of the first things that Jaskier did once he claimed his brother’s throne, a desperate attempt to end the war as fast as possible. It wasn’t soon enough to stop thousands from dying, but it’s served. So far. Nonaggression, limited travel across the border, and somehow or other his brother’s ever-bloodthirsty advisors -- they’ve all been fired -- managed to slip in a requirement for tribute of some sort presented to the King of Kerack once every year. Even then, he’d thought he could get away with asking for something simple -- a nice stained-glass window, perhaps, or a shipment of marble from the southeastern quarries near Mahakam.

King Vizimir, however, is a crafty bastard, and every year his tribute is something ever-so-slightly insulting -- most memorable the time he sent a harem of fifty young men, barely grown into their own height, with the apologies that all of his more strapping soldiers were occupied in rebuilding Redania, but he hoped that the Western Emperor might be able to find some use for these. (Jaskier had given them all an apprenticeship in whichever guild they wanted and passage to wherever in the world they could wish to go, but still.)

Today it’s sure to be something even more awkward for him, and he’ll have to sit there on his stupid throne and smile and accept it gracefully and pretend like he doesn’t want to barf at the thought of doing this for the rest of his life.

But he made his bed when he accepted Valdo’s fucking empire in the far-flung hope of salvaging some of the ruin his brother’s made of the world, and now he has to lie in it. Gifts of fifty blond twenty-year-olds and all.

He settles himself onto the great wooden throne, leaning gingerly against the ship’s-wheel of the back. It looks terribly dramatic, but it’s horribly uncomfortable to actually sit on - he’d much rather have a proper armchair, or even a nicely-padded log. But Kerack made its reputation on the strength of its pirate army, and now he has to fulfil that. His position is perched on top of a heap of shifting sand, and everything that helps him stay balanced is a boon.

Never mind the fact that he hasn’t truly been to sea since he was fourteen, and that only for the journey to Oxenfurt.

His advisors arrange themselves neatly around the edges of the room, Jaromir at his left hand for whichever social niceties he’ll need to be prompted for this time, and then the doors swing open and the Redanian emissary saunters in, attended by his retinue in all the red-and-white flare of Redanian nobility.

It’s a new man this time, not the old Leon with his spectacles and greying hair and stuffy manners. No, this one walks like a soldier -- no, like a knight, all pomp and swagger and flashy showing off of the jeweled hilt of his sword, and behind him--

Behind him--

“My Lord Julian Alfred Pankratz de Lettenhove, King of Kerack and Emperor of the Western Reach, I bring tribute from King Vizimir of Redania, in honor of the ongoing peace between our nations,” the emissary announces, bright and bold and ringing in the dead quiet inside Jaskier’s head. There’s more, something about honor and duty and signs of trust but Jaskier can’t hear a single godsbedamned thing he’s saying because--

Because behind him in the place of the tribute, chained and collared and staring at Jaskier like he’s just seen a ghost, is-- is Geralt.

He’s out of his throne before he’s registered that he’s even moved, the emissary’s voice stuttering to a halt, the room ringing, ringing or maybe that’s just his head because this is Geralt--

“Jaskier,” Geralt says, in that deep rumble that Jaskier knows in his bones, and something inside him cracks clean in two.

“Release him.”

The emissary jolts. “I’m sorry?”

“You heard me,” and he drags up every last memory of his brother that he can, wears his casual cruelty and unquestioned authority like a cloak, and the man cringes away. “Release him. Now.”

“I… the collar is magical, my Lord.”

“Then someone find me a mage and get it off of him,” he snaps, and Geralt looks at him, sharply, like he’s not quite sure that this is Jaskier after all, and oh, that hurts, to think he’s changed so much that not even Geralt recognizes him now. There’s a seething tension in his gut, like a scream that wants to bubble up.

“Everybody out.”

“My Lord, you can’t--”

“Get out of my sight,” he says to the Redanian, low and furiously vicious, and to Jaromir “get that collar off of him,” and perhaps he’s channeled a bit too much of Valdo because his steward goes white and stammers out a response.

He draws himself back and up, looking over the stunned courtiers, at the Redanians clustered together like a flock of frightened birds, all their fine plumage deflated, at Geralt watching him with an unutterable sadness and it’s-- it’s all too much, it’s everything he never wanted because the things he’s had to do to keep this throne--

He leaves without another word.

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softscummymammon · 3 years

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€Male Hashira React to Their MALE S/O Coming Out As Asexual€

••Part 1 ||→ Giyu, Rengoku, Obanai

••Part 2||→Sanemi, Gyomei, Tengen

→+*:;;:*Demon Slayer Headcanon*:;;:*+←

Sorry if it's bad. This is kinda the first time I made something like this. I hope you guys like it. I want to be inclusive, and since I'm trying to find my own identity at the moment, I wanted to make a little something. I hope I portrayed asexuality correctly. If I made any mistakes, please let me know and I'll fix it accordingly.

←Tomioka Giyu→

This poor boy was so confused. Please give him a chance to take in what you confessed. His silence isn't rejection, it's comprehension. Please give him a few minutes, then he'll ask what it means.

Yes, you're gonna have to explain what being asexual means.

He'll look at you for a second then mutter, "I see. " Nothing else. But to be honest, Giyu would point at himself and ask, "Does that make me asexual, too then? "

God this confused bean. You'd have to ask if he somehow felt similar feelings. He describes how after so many of his loved ones were killed, he'd never really thought about sex. It was just a waste of time to him, an unnecessary need that would get in his way of protecting people.

Please be nice to this man. He is just now putting a word to an emotion he's been battling with for almost his whole life. He'd ask if he's ever made you uncomfortable, and if he needs to change anything. Reassure him that if anything is too far for you, you'll let him know. With this new revelation about himself, he's unexpectedly more calm about giving soft touches.

He's less uncomfortable when you scoot up to his side in the middle of the night when he doesn't have a mission to carry out. A candle lit for warmth and light as you and Tomioka hold each other with a blanket wrapped around your shoulders. He wouldn't ask for anything more, but he can be selfish and wish for the moment to last eternity.

He'd bop anyone that would get too close or is making you uncomfortable. When on missions together in the city or populated areas, you two attract unnecessary and sometimes -mostly- unwanted attention. He's not against getting in between you and someone else and not so gently pushing them away.

All in all, you're both very comfortable around each other. Giyu isn't afraid he'll go too far in trying to make you feel sexually happy, and cuddles are exactly what both of you need after a long day of fighting.

←Rengoku Kyojuro→

The perfect time to do this is when he's partially distracted. You want his attention, but you don't want all of it at once. So, the best time to do it is during a meal, specifically dinner, so he has time to process this and get back to you.

But really, any time would be particularly nerve wracking. It's still the early stages of your relationship, as you didn't want to feel like you were leading him on and you didn't want to live to expectations you couldn't reach.

When you tell him, he'll pause. If the situation wasn't so tense, you'd probably laugh since he had a piece of meat hanging out his mouth. He'd finish his mouthful and home. He's swore to have heard that term before.

Rengoku would as you to elaborate, just so he isn't mistaking anything. You tell him you're asexual and have a lower, or therefore lack of sexual drive and desire. You can still have sex, but it isn't ideal to your comfort.

Kyojuro would hum, then smile and take your hand. He would; so unlike him, gently say that yes, he did once hope for an heir to the name of the fire hashira, he gave that up once he fell in love with you.

He'd be overjoyed that you felt comfortable enough to tell him about this. He knows how tense and worried you must have been. Rengoku felt the same way when he realized he fell in love with a man, you in fact, were that person he saw himself with for the rest of his life. No matter what his father says, he wanted you.

Rengoku makes sure that whenever he touches you, you're comfortable with it. He'll hold your hand, wrap his arm around your torso, and run his nails through your hair. Kisses on the forehead, back of the hand, cheeks, and even on the nose.

When you do it to him, though. Kyojuro's eyes would go wide, then a bright smile would break over his face. He'd laugh and wrap you in a high before picking you up and twirling you around. Late nights wrapped in each other's arms while chuckling about jokes and Rengoku's tales about training with Tanjiro.

Kyojuro's protective nature skyrocketed after your confession. He'd keep you close, and would absolutely be clingy if it drove the people who were making you uncomfortable go away. Rubbing his cheek against your's, and proudly showing anyone your intertwined hands with a beaming smile.

←Iguro Obanai→

Kaburamaru, his snake friend, senses something is wrong before you confess to him. You smell like stress and anxiety. Iguro would get worried you wanted to break up, so he'd get ready for you to come to him to tell him you were done. But when you didn't bring anything like that up during dinner, he asked you straight up if you wanted to break up while getting ready to sleep.

Awkward silence follows for a long stretch of time. You ask him if that's what he wanted, but he accused you of being the one that wanted to break up.

Getting a little angry now, you ask him why he would come to that conclusion. Obanai explains that Kaburamaru senses your stress and anxiety through the day, and how you seemed to he avoiding him the entire day. So, how could he not come to that conclusion.

You have to sigh heavily and thoroughly explain that you had no intention of breaking up with him. You know how he is, and you were willing to love him no matter what. You just hoped that he'd love you after everything too.

He'd ask you what you ment by that, of course he'd love you, you're one of the few that actually will. You have to tell him that you were planning on confessing you were asexual in the morning, since you had to build up the confidence.

He'd pause, then asks you what you mean by that. You playfully ask him what he thinks it means, but he grumbles and crosses his arms. You explain what you feel, or lack of feeling. You have little to no desire for sexual activity in general, and no, it's not because of him.

Oddly enough, well not really, he takes a little bit to think it over and then expresses that he'd support you in anything. You sagged in relief and watched as he walked up to you and set a careful hand on your arm. You smile and set your hand over his. He'd sigh and flop into your chest, humming when your arms wrap around his waist.

He'd demand cuddles for worrying him so much and you'd gladly hold him close. In comfortable silence, he'd ask if he ever did anything that made you uncomfortable, and of course you'd say no. Actually, you wanted him to touch you a little more then he has. You know that he's hesitant about his appearance and used to people shutting him out, but you want to embrace him and hold him.

Tearing up, Iguro nods and snuggles into you more. Kaburamaru curls up around your shoulders and flicks their tongue to your cheek. You lean forward and kiss Obanai's forehead. Chuckling when you hear him grumble.

Since that night, he's more willing to give you touch. He's still hesitant here and there, and rarely ever touches you in public, but it's more than before. He's so protective, this short king will glare at anyone who's eyeing you. He never forgets that times you'd stand up to people who make fun of his appearance or stature. He's off to the side cheering his bf on while they punch a dude in the nose.

You get in trouble, no doubt, but his love for you gets even more solidified. At home, he'd be a little brat and demand cuddles or hugs. If he's feeling particularly selfish, which he's getting more comfortable feeling around you, he'd ask for kisses too. He isn't at the stage of taking off his mouth cover yet, but head kisses and cheek kisses do just as well.

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ellitx · 3 years

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These recent asks have got me feeling so soft ;_; I wonder how Xiao or Venti would behave towards their pregnant wifey. Akdhks I can see Venti being super sweet and wanting to lay his head on your stomach and give you massages when you ache but with Xiao...for some reason I'm having a hard time thinking of it, I keep getting an internal 404 message hahaha but I think he'd be more subtle about it but still sweet and not wanting to let you do any form of labor to the point where it can feel exasperating at times orz but he means well

in reference to this previous xiao ask

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Hearing the news you’re pregnant really did surprise him! His mind was blank and his body was so stiff he’s almost like a statue. Did he hear that right?

[Name] is pregnant? Like there’s a small mortal living their in your belly? Surely the boss lady must be mistaken, right?

No.

They called Dr. Baizhu to check up on you and it’s one hundered percent positive, no mistakes, no error in checking up your health condition, that you are indeed carrying his child.

This brought a big smile to your face and looked at him innocently with big sparkling eyes. You’re so excited to start a family with him but as for Xiao... he’s quite nervous and scared about it.

Scratch that. Quite is an understatement. He’s scared as fuck and becomes so overprotective of you. He may not be the perfect father— well, soon-to-be father— but he’ll do everything to keep you and his baby safe from harm.

Each night he always stays inside your room and is cobstantly by your side. An adeptus never really needs sleep so this is a good way he can watch out for suspicious people passing by the room or intruding the area.

There was one night Xiao accidentally scared Verr Goldet in the middle of the night. He didn’t mean to frighten her but it’s just an instinct of his to push away anyone who’s nearing you.

Verr Goldet was just preparing all your necessities since she knows you’re asleep and Xiao has to watch over you so the only one who can bring these items to you was her. When she slowly opened the door to your room, a gust of wind rushed to her.

A pointy and sharp metallic weapon was pointing to her throat almost leaving a scratch to it that could even threaten the blood to flow out. Bright golden orbs were glaring daggers right through her own silver ones and she held her breath in fear of letting a single breath escape from her nose.

The yaksha put down his weapon and let it dissipate into the thin air. He heaved a sigh and looked away in shame he almost attacked the owner of Wangshu Inn.

“Sorry...” he muttered under his breath with his brows dug deeply on his temples. The woman blinked at him still processing to whatever had happened. Of course, she was scared at the sudden storm but she understands he’s really cautious with his surroundings now that he receives the news you’re pregnant.

Ever since that incident happened he lowered his guard down a bit, only when around Verr Goldet though. He trusts her the most and he knows she’s the only one knows how to handle this mortal thing inside your belly with care.

So when the Traveler and Paimon wanted to pay you and him a visit, it sure shocked them when Xiao was quick to push them down on the floor, hands behind their back, and face squishing against the floor.

“X-Xiao!! It’s us! It’s us!! Paimon and Traveler!!” The fairy exclaimed, crying and pulling him back to release his tight grip on the outlander.

The noises and stifled shouts caused you to stir up from your sleep and as your eyelids fluttered open, you happen to see your lover holding down your friend.

“Xiao...? What’s happening here?” The sound of your voice lead to him turning his head to you before he looks back down and realizes he’s doing it again.

“Oh...”

“Oh? OH?! You almost killed us!!” Paimon cried hysterically as she helped the Traveler stand up. You apologized on behalf of Xiao and you’re beginning to notice he’s becoming more agitated and tense each day.

“Traveler, is it alright if I ask you to bring an almond tofu for us?” You politely requested.

“Of course! Is there anything else you need?” You shook your head before they leave the room and get the item you’ve asked for.

You call out to your lover’s name and you giggled when you see him jumped and slowly turns to look at you with his usual vexed face. It doesn’t go unnoticed he’s suddenly unperturbed when you called his name.

You patted on the soft mattress to motion for him to come sit with you. He abides by your request and you opened your arms and pull him in for a hug. His stiff body relaxed and softened when he took a whiff of your sweet and soothing fragrance.

He felt your hand ran through his dark locks, smoothing it before giving a soft kiss on the diamond mark on his temple.

“You’ve been so fretful and vigilant these days.” You said and laid your head on his shoulder.

“It’s what a Yaksha must do.” He answered back.

“That’s not what I really meant but...” you backed away for a bit and cupped his face. There’s nothing of change in his appearance but you’re worried he might be lacking sleep. Even if he says to you he doesn’t need rest for an umpteenth time, he’s been more on edge whenever someone visits.

“Sleep with me?” You smiled innocently as if the question you give him was just an ordinary question. You sure have no shame but it’s what he loves about you that you’re honest and frank.

Xiao grumbled under his breath and the tips of his ears were reddening which further amused you. He didn’t fight back nor pushed you away when you brought him down with you by your side to lay on the bed.

You were both laying on your sides and you snuggled close to him, searching for his warmth that always makes you feel at ease and protected just by his presence.

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“Sh-should we go inside or just leave the almond tofu here...?” Paimon asked to her companion as they’re both having trouble with these decisions.

“You go inside and leave the tofu there. You’re small so they probably won’t notice you.” The traveler said nonchalantly before they stride back to the kitchen to make some of their own food for their future travels.

“Hey!! Don’t just leave Paimon here!!”

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aggressive-positivity-network · 3 years

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Do you have any autistic Scout headcanons? :P

Hell yeah!

I’ve actually thought about this a lot. A lot of people might think that Scout has ADHD, but I think he either has both ADHD and autism or just autism.

This is both because labeling Scout as having just ADHD is kind of a low-hanging fruit, and I also want to explore his symptoms a little more. So, in a word, I do, and thank you for asking about them!

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Scout’s Spectrum:

So, where exactly does Scout fall on the autism spectrum?

First of all, he probably has both ADHD and autism, but wasn’t diagnosed with the latter until much later. This means that some of his symptoms were taken into account, but not all.

The ones that were paid attention to ramped up out of control, and the ones he didn’t hear about were stuffed away.

His ADHD symptoms include impulsiveness, need for stimulation, hyperfixations, forgetfulness, and insomnia; his autism symptoms include trouble with social skills, stimming, near inability to remember names and faces, lack of eye contact, hyperfixations again, and sensory processing issues, especially with noise and touch.

He used to have a lot of meltdowns when he was younger, usually about wearing new clothes and the amount of noise his eight brothers generated.

However, he was teased and pushed into masking nearly all the time, and made his whole personality about his ADHD, since that was what everyone accepted.

As he got older, he usually wrote off any autistic tendencies as either his ADHD or just “little habits” of his.

During his middle school years, he used energy drinks to bounce back from being exhausted every day after school. This would work, except those energy drinks would upset his ADHD, and would make it much harder to focus on even basic conversation.

After a while, he got such bad grades and had such a hard time making friends that Scout just stopped going to school altogether.

Baseball helped his focus, and the quick movement and thinking made a lot of sense to him. He never had to wait very long for the next development, and the instant gratification and community it provided supplemented what he never got at school.

With sports on his side, he rarely ever drank any energy drinks (the coach would never let them on the field), and he drank bucketfuls of water during every meet and game. Those teenage years were probably the healthiest he ever was.

However, with the amount of rumbles he got into with his brothers, and the turf wars that constantly raged in those neighborhoods, it was only a matter of time before his crime caught up with him.

After his first incarceration, he was booted from the team, which led to a downward spiral of unhealthy coping mechanisms - which included fighting someone tooth and nail whenever he could.

Even if he lost the fight, it not only catered to his impulsive nature and impatience, but also gave him roughly the same sense of friendship and camaraderie that baseball had.

One thing led to another, and by the time Mann Co. found him, Scout was a monster in hand to hand (and bat to bat) and had racked up quite the criminal record.

A perfect mercenary, ripe for the picking.

On The Team:

Scout very quickly adopted the “stupid, scrappy Boston boy” persona.

It was the only thing that made sense, and it kept him from having to try too hard in both the battlefield and socially.

Besides, that meant that he could be as silly, forgetful, and fidgety as he wanted, and no one would bat an eye.

And if he ever needed to take a break from the team, he figured everyone would appreciate the quiet.

The only thing that ever gave him away was him occasionally dissociating right when battle began, especially if the day had been stressful.

It was usually how he calmed down after a fight when he was young, but now he sometimes slid into that state when he was overwhelmed.

However, a yell from one of his teammates would usually snap him out of it.

Medic noticed this pretty early on, and wanted to look more into it, but Scout would keep making excuses not to get a mental examination.

He would blame it on zoning out, being tired, drinking too many Bonks - whatever it took for people to stop asking.

And, eventually, they did.

Even Medic stopped asking after a while - he couldn’t get a thing out of Scout.

This “try so little that when you do try it’s above average” charade worked for a long time. In fact, it went on for so long that Scout forgot how much he was actually capable of.

He began to internalize the stupidity, the exacerbation, the many comments on how dumb he was, everything.

The only time he ever gave his all was on the battlefield - moving fast, memorizing strategies, doing complicated footwork, knowing exactly how much force it took to crush someone’s skull with his bat.

That was one of the only things that he felt good doing, the only thing he could really work on without him being “found out.”

That and drawing, though he never showed the actual pieces to anyone. It was all stick figures and crooked lines with everyone else.

Sometimes, though, Scout wouldn’t be paying attention and he’d let something slip.

One time, Engineer was looking for his screwdriver, and couldn’t seem to find it anywhere.

Scout, not looking up from his comic, said, “Under the couch cushion, hard hat.”

Engineer bent down and reached into the couch, and his hand came back with his red and yellow striped screwdriver.

“Well I’ll be damned…”

At first Engineer thought Scout had just hid it, but Scout explained, still not paying attention:

“Last time we went out on th’ field, you had it on your belt, like always. But I was walkin’ by your workshop, you were usin’ a quarter to tighten a screw or somethin’. Your screwdriver had to be somewhere between the battlefield and your workshop. Engie, you’re like freakin’ clockwork. Every day, after a fight, you go to the kitchen, get a water, go to that couch, between the second and third cushion from the left, and sit there. Then ya go back to the fridge to get lunch and a beer, and ya go to your workshop until somebody needs you for somethin’. Your back loop in your tool belt is looser than all the others, ‘cause the screwdriver pulls against it when you sit down. The shank was probably in between the two cushions, and when you got up, it fell in. Demo, Pyro, and Heavy all sit on the second or third cushion at some point, so it got shimmied down. And since that’s the only time you sat down, ‘cause you woulda heard it if it dropped on the floor, and I…uh…”

“I’ll be damned,” Engie repeated, and felt the back tool belt loop. It was indeed loose.

Scout finally looked up, and realized what had happened.

“Uh, uh - l-lucky guess, huh Engie?”

Engineer squinted behind his goggles. “Yeah…real lucky…”

What ensued was Engie trying to get Scout to turn into a B.L.U Spy by chasing him around with his wrench. After a few good hits, though, Engineer saw that it was the teammate he knew and loved.

“But…how didja…?”

Scout threw his hand up, the other rubbing the back of his head where he’d been hit.

“I toldja Engie! Lucky guess! Jesus!”

Ever since then, Scout chose his words more carefully.

The Breakdown:

But, unfortunately, Scout could not pretend forever.

There was one week where Scout’s assignment count was so high that, if he wasn’t in a fight, he was on a mission.

Usually, Pauling wouldn’t trust him with so much, but no one else was available - or willing - to do the jobs.

Even when she was getting concerned about the amount of hours Scout was putting in, he blew it off.

“It’s no sweat, Miss Pauling! Their practically givin’ me the pay day. Those yahoos don’t know who they’re messin’ with.”

Over time, though, Scout had a harder and harder time staying focused and alert.

He’d sleep through alarms, stare off into space, zone out completely during briefing (not that he didn’t already do that), have a hard time hearing people in battle - even through his headset - ignore Spy’s taunts, and even forget to bring his bat onto the field.

Nothing seemed to help - Bonk!, warming up, stretching, cold showers, setting reminders, nothing.

And the team was starting to notice.

At first it was with the regular frustration - maybe Scout was just being lazy.

But as time went on, and his condition grew worse, their scorn turned into worry. They implored Medic to do something, but he had no way of getting through to Scout.

The doctor wasn’t above simply sedating him and dragging him into his lab for a check-up. However, he had a feeling that this was more than a physical issue.

The worst came when Scout was doing a routine battle with the B.L.U team on the field.

Everything had started out okay - he even remembered to bring his bad this time - but suddenly, everything was ear-splittingly loud.

He couldn’t focus on more than one sound at once, much less communicate the best course of action to his teammates.

He ended up hiding in a dilapidated shed, in a dusty, dark corner, somewhere between zoning out and panicking.

Scout’s head was in his knees, he was shaking, close to crying, when a sudden splitting of wood roused him.

A B.L.U Soldier had kicked his way into the shed, either having heard Scout or to hide from the other team.

Scout was stunned at first, but something of a blind terror filled him. He picked up his bat, screamed, and started pummeling the surprised Soldier.

At some point, he threw aside his bat and began to swing punch after punch, just like he did in his gang days when he had felt overwhelmed. Still screaming. Still crying.

By the time Scout had dissolved into a rocking, sobbing mess, the Soldier was long dead, with a gigantic pool of blood staining Scout’s shoes.

No one even knew where Scout was until a few hours later, when Spy heard a faint note of “Sexbomb” coming from Scout’s Walkman.

Scout had crawled into the shed’s framework, between the outer and inner wall, and was playing a specific verse over and over and over again, looking like he was on another plane of existence.

Spy immediately called for Medic, who had to lift Scout out by the underarms through a jagged hole in the side of the building. By then, the fight was over, so they could take him directly to the lab.

Medic’s Evaluation:

“I’m guessing zhis is your first mental breakdown?”

“Mental…doc, I ain’t crazy. Wait, you’re not goin’ to put me in a straight jacket, are ya?”

“If you’re not doing anyzhing later.”

Medic started to laugh, but quickly realized this might not be the time.

“No, Scout, everyvun has a mental breakdown at least vunce in their lives. It’s a…how do you say…a vake-up call of sorts. Vhen your body has no other options left.”

“Whaddya mean?”

“For zhe past few months, you health, both physical and mental, has been deteriorating. You eat less. You talk less. Your attacks are lackluster. You have bags under your eyes. You flinch vhen somevun yells for you. You stare off into space. Your routine, vhich usually has at least some changes, has become stringent, as if you can’t possibly expend any more energy into extra activities. You have avoided Demoman on zhe battlefield, even though you usually use him for cover.”

Medic flipped through his notes.

“I have pages and pages of your decline. However, as a scientist, I believe it is caused by zhe same source. And, though I usually respect my patient’s right to privacy vhen it comes to these sorts of matters, I believe you’ve been keeping something from me. Something that I should know as your general practitioner…your doctor.”

Scout shrugged, already shutting out the conversation.

Medic sighed.

“Maybe I tried to talk to you about zhis too soon. After all, you’ve just had a very sudden and exhausting episode. But…perhaps…”

Medic took a sheet of printer paper from his clipboard and a spare pen from his pocket.

“…zhere is an alternative.”

Scout was still unresponsive, but Medic continued.

“Zhere is a patient in my vaiting room vis a metal pole through the chest. It vill take me at least an hour to properly remove it, and a few minutes more to heal zhe area. Vhile I do zhat, vhy don’t you draw how you feel?”

Medic smiled.

“I know how much it grounds you.”

It wasn’t until Medic left that Scout actually picked up the pen, but he began drawing immediately.

For the first time in a while, he wasn’t trying to hide his strokes or scratch up the cleaner lines. No more stick figures. No more pretending.

Five minutes later, he was fully engrossed.

Medic started to walk in at one point, but, seeing how relaxed Scout was, decided to give him a few more minutes.

He deserved it.

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