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Good Intentions Part Fourteen

Silco has a plan to keep the Undercity from getting suspicious about the two of you. The only problem is that he won't tell you what it is.

Rating: Mature, explicit, lemon, etc. Minors DNI!

Word Count: 5,500

Warnings: Ongoing references to sex as a form of payment, conspiracy and performances, mention of outside threats, mentions of past oral sex, power play, unprotected piv sex, creampie, discussions of birth control methods, increasing intimacy.

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You stared at the letter Raka had deposited on your desk, feeling a little rattled. You recognized the handwriting on it. Silco almost never wrote messages to you. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be good.

With some effort, you pulled your attention from the letter and glanced at Raka. Now that Sevika was back at The Last Drop, Raka was the Haven’s head security guard. He took his job very seriously, and you had no complaints. Not that they would have mattered overly much - Raka worked for Silco, not you.

“Does this- uh… need a response?” was what you settled for eventually.

Raka shook his head, putting you more at ease. If it wasn’t time-sensitive, the message couldn’t be anything too vital. There were still a few days left until your meeting with Silco, and you had been concerned that he needed to reschedule at the last minute. Given the tone of your last few meetings, you would have to agree if he wanted to change the time.

“Actually, he said not to bring a response at all,” Raka told you. “He doesn’t want to risk any other communication.”

You nodded at that even as you considered it. When you didn’t have any more questions for him, Raka gave you a half-smile and left, probably going to his office. Given that he had taken over Sevika’s place as the leader of the guards, you had cleared a room for him. He had to create the guard schedules, monitor potential threats… and you were stalling.

You took a deep breath and broke the letter’s seal, letting the rich paper unfold. Silco’s handwriting continued inside the letter, but in a much smaller amount than you had expected. In fact, there was only one line:

Be in your office at six tomorrow evening. Look surprised, not scared.

That was certainly mysterious. Silco’s desire to avoid public notice made sense. It was a good idea and it benefited you as well, but your mind was already turning over and over as you tried to think of what he could want with you.

Could he really be emphasizing public subtlety if he was - apparently - planning a trip to the Haven? At six, the vast majority of Undercity residents were wide awake and eager to gather any information they could. Your only hope was that Silco really did have a plan.

You spent most of the following day in your office. Oh, you made short trips out into the Haven itself to answer questions or take care of situations, but then you always returned. It would be easier to be in the office, you reasoned, if you could claim to have been working on administration all day.

It wasn’t even a lie - you did work on administration tasks. There always seemed to be an insurmountable pile of paperwork that needed to be done. Grant requests, zoning and tax information, finding people willing to employ ex-Shimmer addicts… But if you were being honest with yourself, you spent the entire day with one eye on the clock.

By five forty-five, you had taken to pacing nervously. Your office wasn’t that big, so you made the short circuit around your desk an average of eighteen times per minute. At that rate, you were half worried you would wear a track across the floor.

At six, you forced yourself to sit down at your desk. When you had finally given up on doing administrative work, you had artfully scattered papers across your desk, along with some hastily written notes. If nothing else, it would give the impression that you had been hard at work all day.

Who, exactly, were you hoping to trick or impress? That wasn’t a question you wanted to dig too far into.

When you were settled and still in your chair, you noticed something strange about the noise outside. Specifically, that there was none. As you had predicted, the Lanes were fully awake and active. The cacophony of the crowds sometimes made it difficult for you to work… but somehow, you found it far more unnerving that you couldn’t hear anything at all.

Before you could stand and peek out of the window, you heard a new sound in the hallway. Arunn’s familiar voice was easy to pick out, though it was tight with fear and anger. And getting louder.

“You have no business here,” Arunn snarled. “Get out.”

You were on your feet and opening the door before you heard the response to that.

“I have plenty of business here.”

The split second of warning you had before opening the door was not enough to take away the surprise of seeing Silco in the hallway outside of your office in the Haven. He had nearly reached your door. When you looked past Silco’s shoulder, you could see Sevika muscling Arunn back as he tried to follow the chem baron. Behind Arunn was a crowd of people - some from the Haven and some not. But all of them were gathered and watching as Silco cut through the space between you.

Silco paid no attention to the scene behind him. With his gaze locked on your face, he said, “There are things we must discuss.”

“Silco,” you greeted simply.

The man in question bowed his head, also greeting you with your name. “Our meeting has been delayed for far too long.”

You stepped back, ushering him into your office with a graceful motion. At least, you hoped it came off as graceful. You were confused and worried that your private deal would be apparent to every onlooker, so fluidity was not your major focus. Still, you managed to keep a neutral facial expression until Silco had entered the office.

Arunn looked concerned, almost desperate with it as he called your name. You gave a soothing gesture. “It will be fine, Arunn. I promise.”

And then you closed the door.

Silco was walking around your office, studying everything with an intensity far too strong for the situation. He paused long enough to give you a stern look. “Are you in the habit of making promises to your employees?”

“Arunn worries,” you told him. A toneless hum was Silco’s only reply. “But I’m starting to, as well. Silco, what the hell is going on?”

“Language,” he reprimanded. “We are acting as professionals, are we not?”

With a scowl, he closed the curtains over your window. Your office was on the second floor of the Haven, but you had no doubt that your neighbors were curious about Silco’s presence in the Haven. You only wished you had the foresight to close the curtains before he arrived. Though that would have ruined the illusion that this was unplanned…

“Was this always your plan?” you asked.

“Of course,” he said, stroking the leaves of a plant that lived on your bookshelf. “You did an excellent job of looking surprised.”

“And not scared,” you finished. “I remember. But that doesn’t answer my question: what is going on?”

“There have been too many questions lately,” Silco told you at last. “We are attracting attention. The Haven is specifically anti-Shimmer, and it makes me look weak to let it run unopposed. Previously, I could claim that your efforts were pointless and I simply found it amusing to allow you continue. But now that you have started having a true impact on the Undercity, I had to take action.”

You nodded slowly, trying to calm your pulse. It had suddenly picked up when you realized how terribly vulnerable you were at the moment - alone with Silco in your office, Sevika controlling the crowd outside, and Silco’s security forces set up to prevent anyone from helping you.

“And what action do you intend to take?”

The question had been as even and unconcerned as you could muster, but Silco still gave you a crooked grin. It was as if he could read your unspoken thoughts. He spread his hands in front of him. “This is it.”

“A meeting?” You frowned at him. “I don’t see how that’s going to help. Silco, if we’re going to be attacked again, please tell me. I’ll need as much time as I can get to make sure everyone is out of here safely-”

“You will not be attacked,” Silco told you, jaw twitching. “Allow me to explain: I came for a public meeting. I specifically chose a time when enough of my people and yours are around. They will spread the word that we met. When I leave, I will tell my people that we’ve come to an agreement. Meanwhile, your continued presence here will tell everyone else that you’ve won. We both benefit.”

“I’m not sure whether I see that as a victory.”

Silco shook his head, apparently despairing over your lack of strategy. “You gain acclaim and legitimacy. I retain my place as the uncontested leader of the city. Neither of us will be challenged because of our relationship - which, as far as the public is concerned, is both minimal and antagonistic. Does that clarify things?”

“Yes, it clarifies plenty.” Surely taking such an impatient tone with Silco was courting death, but you were truly irritated. “It is clear that you’ve opened me up to even closer scrutiny from the Undercity than I had before. What if someone finds out about the money that’s changed hands?”

“I’ve already scheduled a meeting with my numerical diversionists.” That was clearly meant to mollify you, but your blank stare must have told Silco that you needed more of an explanation than that. “The financial team responsible for… Well, to use a crass phrase, the ones responsible for ‘cooking my books’.”

Ah. You felt some of the tension drain from you. Not so much from the slang or Silco’s intended meeting. No, the mention of a specific team of people who worked to muddy Silco’s finances was the best source of relief. If they were good at their job, no one would know that you had accepted money from him. If they weren’t, far bigger skeletons would come tumbling from Silco’s closet than lived in yours. Most likely, everyone would be too distracted by his numerous violent crimes to take notice of a relatively small sum that had disappeared without any bloodshed.

With that realization and the relaxation it brought, you sat down behind your desk. Silco watched you with a slight smile before taking one of the seats across from you.

“How long is this ‘meeting’ supposed to take?” you asked.

Silco gave a graceful shrug. “However long you like, though I would suggest at least another half-hour. If I leave earlier than that, the general assumption will be that I won and the public’s suspicions toward you will increase.”

“So at least another half-hour, if not longer,” you summarized, glancing up at the ceiling as you thought. Silco’s presence in your office was strange, and the feeling of cultures clashing made it difficult to concentrate when you were looking at him. “How should we spend the rest of our time together?”

It sounded flirty, you could admit that much to yourself. Silco seemed to think the same thing, judging by the way he leaned forward in his chair.

“Allow me to tell you about one of my favorite memories,” he said.

You blinked. It wasn’t what you had expected, but perhaps he had something he really did want to tell you. “Uh… Okay. Sure. What is the memory?”

“Once, I was meant to meet with an odious chem baron,” Silco told you. “I couldn’t bear his presence, but I could not afford to dispose of him. Not then. So I scheduled myself a distraction. A lovely distraction, hidden beneath my desk. It was enough to keep me feeling rather more patient than I otherwise would have been and the chem baron left with all of his bones intact.”

You fought to keep your face stern and unsmiling. “Are you requesting that I climb under my own desk so we can recreate your memory?”

“Not at all.” Those mismatched eyes gleamed at you. “I was going to suggest that I return the favor. Though I’m not certain my knees will support any under-desk adventures. But if you’ll lend me your seat and allow me to move some papers…”

“I’ve never seen you ask permission.” You weren’t sure why you were needling him, but you had already said it, so you held eye contact.

“This isn’t my office.”

“Fair point,” you conceded, relieved that Silco didn’t seem offended by your questioning. “Though if you’re really asking my opinion, I have a different idea in mind.”

Silco tilted his head at you. “By all means.”

“I think you should stay right where you are.” If Silco disagreed with you giving him an order, he didn’t say anything. Of course, the fact that you had started removing your pants probably served as a solid distraction.

When you were bare from the waist down, you walked around your desk… though you took a moment to double-check that the blinds were closed as tightly as possible. By the time you were standing just in front of Silco’s knees, he had unfastened the buttons that held his trousers together. You pulled him to a standing position, letting the cloth fall around him before gesturing for him to sit once more.

“Are you certain?” Silco asked, still standing. “It seems poor manners to sit nude on office furniture that one does not own.”

You arched a brow. “Does that mean you want me to apologize for all of the times I’ve knelt, sat, or lay down on your office furniture?”

“Not in the slightest,” he assured, eyes darkening. “Those instances make up several other treasured memories for me.”

“Then please,” you said, gesturing again for him to sit.

He did, smirking slightly. “I must admit, I enjoy the elevated confidence of being in your own office.”

“I’m enjoying it, too,” you admitted. And then you proved it by straddling his thighs and doing your best to leave a bruise on his shoulder.

Silco hissed at the sensation, a sentiment you fully agreed with as his fingers drifted between your legs. They slid easily over and into you, and you gave a moan low in your throat. “I didn’t realize you enjoyed it this much.”

You broke the contact between your lips and his skin. The smile you offered could have been bashful, but it felt lazy and more than a little proud. “You’ve made a point of controlling every encounter we’ve had. I think I’m having fun experimenting with my own power this time.”

“So long as you don’t let it go to your head…” Silco trailed, watching you intently even as his fingers teased the collection of nerves at the top of your slit. “Then you may issue one order for this session.”

That was interesting enough to make you lean back from him, trying to give yourself space to ponder the offer. Silco’s hand stayed busy between your thighs, robbing your ability to think critically. Still, you had an idea, even if it sounded like the worst thing in the world to you at that particular moment.

“I want you to keep your hands on the seat,” you decided, leaning forward to murmur the order in the space beside his ear.

Silco went still beneath you, pausing for long enough to make you nervous. Just as you were starting to wonder if you had overplayed the bit of power you had been allotted, Silco’s fingers withdrew from you. They moved further and further down until they were holding the edge of the seat, his fingertips wrapped around and brushing the underside. His knuckles went pale with the pressure of his grip.

You rewarded his acceptance of your order by brushing your fingertips over him. He wasn’t fully hard yet, but he was getting there quickly. He sucked in a nearly inaudible breath as your touch skimmed over him.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Silco nodded, throat bobbing as he swallowed harshly. “You could always thank me with actions rather than words, pet.”

“I could,” you agreed, sounding as though you were considering it. When you could see Silco’s expression moving from interest to irritation, you bobbed slightly. It wasn’t enough to provide any real pressure, but the slide of your lower lips over him sent shudders through both of you.

Silco’s hips rose toward you, but you slid back and out of reach. He eyed you, exasperation on his face. “Remember, you will not be in charge forever, my little philanthropist. I would advise you not to do anything that would require a response on my part.”

It seemed like good advice, even if Silco didn’t seem overly threatening. Not because of the situation, of course, but because he wasn’t trying to be. Still, you placed the tip of him against the heart of you and sank down.

Regardless of any impatience he was feeling, you couldn’t help but think you should tease Silco every time. This was the first time you could remember seeing him as overwhelmed as you were by that first stroke.

Despite your own focus, turning sharply toward the feelings, you watched Silco with no small amount of pride. His eyes widened, face growing slack as he took in the feeling of your walls clutching hungrily at him. You had to agree, especially when you ground against him. Not only did it push him a fraction deeper, but the pressure against your clit sent a ripple through every muscle in your body. The noise Silco made was almost as desperate as the one that left you.

You barely noticed when he tried to move, though you noticed the play of muscles in his torso as he started to lift his arms and stopped himself. His hands went back to the seat unprompted and you rewarded him by starting to move.

It was a significantly awkward position. Unlike when you had used this position in the past, there were no couch cushions or armrests to brace your knees against. With Silco in the chair and you sitting in his lap, your feet barely brushed the floor. You had some ability to move, but it was limited and strained your thighs to the limit.

That being said, the effort was utterly worthwhile.

You lifted up on the balls of your feet, extending your legs as far as you could manage to push yourself off of him, then lowered down again. The feeling of Silco’s length sliding through the tight grasp of your body left you feeling distinctly breathless. For his part of things, Silco was struggling so hard that he seemed on the verge of developing a twitch.

The office was quiet, disturbed only by the sound of sex and the occasional noise from you or Silco. At last, you lost your footing and fell onto Silco’s lap. The sudden drive of him into you pushed a loud moan out. You clapped a hand over your mouth, staring at Silco with no small amount of horror.

“Don’t worry, pet,” he urged, nodding for you to drop your hand. “I told Sevika to keep everyone on the first floor - especially Arunn. No one will overhear any noises we make. With the possible exception of a scream.”

“Try to restrain yourself, then,” you teased.

Silco grinned. “I wouldn’t be able to make any promises, but someone decided that I cannot use my hands. With them, one or both of us would be loud enough to be overheard.”

“I guess it was a good decision after all.”

You started moving once more, though it took a little time to work up to your previous rhythm. The patch of hair at Silco’s base started wreaking havoc on your system and you could feel your orgasm building like a far-off storm.

Rather than run from it or try to prolong the session, you chased it eagerly. Your hands had been on Silco’s shoulders to help your balance, but you used them to hold him still as you brought your torso toward him. On every stroke, your pebbled nipples brushed over his chest, tightening still further against the onslaught of friction. It was perfect… or so you had thought.

On the rise of one particularly ambitious thrust, your breasts lifted to a height at which Silco could comfortably reach them with his lips. He wrapped them around one peak, sucking the tender flesh with exactly the pressure that made you weak. You paused there, thighs trembling, as the sensations rushed through you. Your channel tightened and pulsed until you thought Silco had pushed you into an orgasm with only his lips.

But then he released your nipple with a pop, burying his face between your breasts. He pressed a kiss against the cleft at their very base, then managed to give a stinging bite to your skin. You hissed at that, but another shudder ran through you. When Silco pulled back, he was grinning.

“That’s cheating,” you told him. You were clearly breathless, but thought you sounded reasonably stern other than that.

“You said to keep my hands on the seat,” Silco countered. From the little wiggle in his shoulders, he was fluttering his fingers to prove that they were where you had told him to keep them. “There were no rules about what I can and cannot do with my mouth.”

“Very clever loophole,” you admitted. “I hope you’re ready for the consequences.”

A questioning look entered Silco’s expression at that warning. Before he could ask anything, you started working faster than ever. No sooner had Silco’s length - slick and doubtlessly shining with your body’s wetness by that point - been pulled from you before you were forcing him back into you. The soft background noises of your bodies joining together turned to a cacophony, occasionally studded with a moan, groan, or cry from you or Silco.

The rising storm of your orgasm had turned to a maelstrom inside of you, roaring in your ears and fading your vision. You couldn’t hold it off much longer. “Close.”

The single panted word made perfect sense to Silco. He nodded, brow furrowed. “Hold off for a little longer and I think yours will send mine over the edge.”

“I’ll do what I can,” you agreed. Your hips rose and fell as quickly as they had been, though the ever-tightening muscles of your channel slowed things down every time Silco pushed inside of you.

One of your hands stayed on Silco’s shoulder while the other rubbed the muscles of his pec, thumb teasing against the flatness of his nipple. For a moment, you thought about leaning in to give the same treatment to him that he had done to you so recently, but you were worried about putting any additional pressure on your body. You were so close that anything could push you over the edge.

As your hips worked their way down, Silco’s rose to meet you. The thudding collision of your bodies was like a percussive shock wave, so jarring that you were lifting for another stroke before you could fully process the first one.

He repeated the action, forcing his way inside of you so suddenly and so deeply that there was no fighting your pleasure.

The orgasmic tightening of your muscles extended to your limbs, arms locking around him even as your legs pulled back to wrap around the legs of the chair - and, by extension, Silco’s legs. Your hips pushed forward, burying him even deeper inside of you as your channel did its best to milk everything from him.

Silco lasted only seconds. He gave a choked cry, hips stuttering forward in waves that matched the waves of heat he was releasing inside of you.

The push-pull of Silco’s orgasming length inside of you drew out your pleasure, stretching it until the spasming of your muscles was almost painful. Your jaw was clenched, teeth bared as you tried to take in enough air. Fortunately, your forehead was slumped to Silco’s chest, so he couldn’t see the expression. But you could feel the quick beat of his heart and you knew that he was just as overwhelmed as you were.

Finally, Silco’s willpower failed and he let his hands settle on your hips. With his grip holding you in place, the pleasure ebbed and you both went boneless in the aftermath. Other than the occasional twitch or spasm, you lay still against each other.

Silco’s fingers started to move after a few minutes of recovery. They stroked up and down your back, gently kneading the muscles on either side of your spine. You let your head roll off to one side so you could peek up at him with a smile. “That feels nice. I might need you to do that to my thighs or I’m never gonna be able to climb down from here.”

“That is probably the least menacing threat I’ve ever received,” Silco told you. When you gave him a dry look, he conceded anyway, moving those magical fingers to your legs.

“I’m sorry,” Silco told you.

The office had been comfortably quiet for some time before the apology, and you furrowed your brows. “For what, exactly?”

“I don’t- I have been trying not to come inside of you.” This was probably the least comfortable you had seen Silco since you had met him, but the concern on his face kept you from being amused. “It seems… inappropriate, especially since I haven’t asked your opinion about it. So I am sorry.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” you pointed out. “I was in charge of positioning and I asked you to keep your hands on the seat. Besides, I have an implant to make sure there are no unwelcome developments.”

Silco arched a brow at you. “And here I thought you were against body modification.”

You shrugged. “If it’s scientifically tested and medically approved, it makes sense to take advantage of technology.”

“I see,” Silco said graciously, his long fingers trailing down to include your strained calf muscles in the massage. “How long have you been taking that particular precaution?”

“Since before I came to the Undercity.” You were too tired to laugh, but you chuckled at Silco’s clear surprise. “I knew what I was getting into here. I knew there were risks of violence, sexual and otherwise. It seemed better to overprepare than be caught by surprise.”

“And have there been any particular causes for concern?”

“Present company excluded?” you asked, grinning at him. Silco seemed unamused, so you shook your head. “No, thankfully. I’ve been lucky with avoiding violence - sexual violence, at least.”

Silco made a low sound, one that closely resembled a growl. That was the moment in which you realized that he was still inside of you, though his body was rapidly softening. Silco - unaware of that particular thought - dug his fingers deeper into the heavy muscles of your thighs, but you didn’t mind it. They were sore enough that a harsh massage was helping rather than hurting.

Still, it seemed best to distract him before he felt the need to take revenge for imagined crimes. “If I tell you something a little bad, will you think less of me?”

For a split second, Silco’s hands paused on you. But he picked up again with only a minimal interruption. “I would never think less of you, my little philanthropist.”

You nodded, taking a quick breath. “I’m really enjoying this.”

The pause was longer that time. With his gaze purposefully aimed downward, Silco asked, “To which ‘this’ are you referring, precisely?”

“You know,” you told him, gesturing around the room. “This. Hiding from everyone. Tricking them. Acting like we hate each other and that there’s a good chance this will end in violence. All to convince them that we’re operating in a delicate truce.”

“And none of that is true?” Silco asked, voice softer than usual.

“Some of it is,” you admitted. “But we have our deal and our businesses are enmeshed. More on my side than yours, true, but our truce isn’t left up to chance. It’s all planned out. We’re doing all of this on purpose and they’ll never know it. I don’t know why, but I just think it’s… well, exciting.”

Silco didn’t say anything to that. When you looked up at him once more, you found him staring over your head, apparently lost in thought.

You shifted uncomfortably in Silco’s lap. Your thigh muscles were still aching, but other muscles in your body were starting to clamor to move. The fluids that had managed to escape you were starting to dry and itch. And now that your urges had been slaked, you were feeling rather exposed, even in the privacy of your own office.

The small movement pulled Silco's attention back to you. Even as his hands started massaging again, he arched his brows at you. "How are your legs feeling, pet?"

"I wouldn't say they're steady, but I think they'll hold me." You immediately put that theory to the test and slid backward. You and Silco let out a matching hiss as he finally pulled out of you.

But once you were standing, you felt fairly normal… other than the mess threatening to drip down your thighs. You rushed to dress once more, mentally congratulating yourself for wearing dark pants. As soon as Silco left, you could go to your room and clean up. Until then, the appearance of being unruffled would have to suffice.

By the time you had sorted yourself out, Silco was smoothing down his tie and rebuttoning his vest. In short order, he had reset himself into the same unruffled state you were striving for.

“I believe enough time has passed that the masses will think there is no clear victor,” Silco told you, passing a hand over his hair. “Besides, Sevika will have started letting people past her. We will likely have an audience when I leave.”

You nodded, following along as he started toward the door of your office. “I’ll trust your expertise on this. Are there any certain things we need to do or say as you leave the Haven?”

“What would you have me do?” Silco asked, arching a brow. “Swear everlasting enmity as you chase me from the premises?”

“You have to admit, that would get people talking.”

Silco smirked down at you. “Most likely, but that may be too overt for our purposes. This is a far subtler message, but that is the point. The vagaries of thinly-masked dislike allow people to speculate as they will without the need for either of us to confirm any suspicions.”

“Thinly-masked dislike?” you asked, grinning despite yourself. Maybe it was something to do with the smell of your combined efforts mixing with Silco’s cologne. It was an intoxicating scent in trace amounts and it currently felt as if you were drowning in it.

“As far as they know, yes. But the two of us know better.”

“More secrets,” you said, fighting a wince at how excited you sounded about that. It wouldn’t trick Silco, though, especially when you were standing so close. You had started for the doorknob before Silco had decided to start a conversation.

“Your new favorite,” Silco agreed. His smile was actually a smile, not a grin or a smirk. You found that it looked good on him. “A secret, clearly.”

You nodded, taking a moment to soak in the relaxed, casual feeling in the room. A lack of tension between you and Silco was certainly rare enough to merit a little revelry.

Which made it all the more shocking when Silco ducked and pressed his lips to yours.

It would have been a simple kiss, maybe even chaste, but you gasped in surprise, and the kiss rapidly deepened. Silco’s lips parted as they chased yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth a moment later. After a brief but thorough exploration of each other - surprise didn’t keep you from actively participating - Silco pulled back. His hand was warm on yours, twisting the doorknob and pulling the door open before you could say anything more.

True to Silco’s predictions, there was a small crowd gathered at the end of the hallway. With wide eyes and low muttering, they watched you and Silco, trying to take in every scrap of information they could glean from your interaction.

With any luck, your expression looked blank, with a touch of sternness. It was one you had perfected in the Undercity. Maybe it would even look like you hated Silco and were only just managing to keep civil.

In the strange quiet, you tried to convince yourself that your racing heart was due to the excitement of a successfully misleading meeting and not because you finally knew what Silco’s lips tasted like.

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Author's Note - finally, a real kiss between the two!

The good news is that I have most of the remaining story mapped out. The bad news is that it's at least ten more chapters. Let's get this done!

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wanderingchocolateeclair · 1 year

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Interdimentional Therapy AU?

Interdimensional Therapy AU!!

It is a crossover fic in the works with myself and @laughteronsilverwings and is about our respective versions of Best Jeanist, getting warped into the same dimension and meeting!!

My version of jeanist is referred to as 'e!jeanist' or 'Jean/Wren' and Silver's is referred to as 's!jeanist' or 'Arcane/Arc'. Any comments from me are in bold. Any comments from silver are in italics.

They get to go on an adventure together and the entire thing is at around 40k words now!! While I'm here, here's the next part:

Interdimensional Therapy AU - Part 6

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CW: mentions of scars, panic attacks,

Starts with s!jeanist's pov and switches with every -

Tsunagu blinked. Looked like Jean was also somewhat morally bankrupt. Good on him. They could be in debt to the ‘morality bank’ together. “It’s… decent? I can charm people out of arresting me in French, if that’s what you’re looking for.” He scanned the street for targets- it was nice that the two of them were dressed nicely, people only suspected semi-well-off people to steal money by scamming, not pickpocketing.

“Did your phone die? Like- you have one of those money-payment apps, right?” Tsunagu has one on a burner phone. It was the account of some rich asshole that he’d stolen. Though-

He reaches into his bag to check. Yep. Tsunagu’s phone has no power, though, it’s not as mangled as he expected it to be, after a teleport. Worldleap? Whichever one. The last time he’d been teleported, well… things with fiddly small bits sometimes just. Didn’t work afterwards. “I’ve got a power bank if you need one. What food does the night market have? Uh- is this a legal one, or…?”

He let the question trail off into the air. Mostly, the markets with food were nice and legal. Friendly. The ones without food, though. Those were the quote-unquote ‘black markets’. The ones that operated only a part of the day, then melted into brickwork and air. The markets that didn’t officially exist.

Tsunagu’s also seen hybrids of the two, but honestly those were kinda hard to find. Stall-server food and paranoid criminals did not get along. Sometimes. Most times.

Oh, that gal looked like she had money. Tsunagu slipped out of the staircase-thing he and Jean were at, stole her wallet and watch -he put the watch back, it wasn’t very good- then took the cash out.

Then he put the wallet back where it was. Tsunagu isn’t an asshole. Most times.

He goes with the crowd, blending in and ending back where Jean was. The whole thing had taken around a minute. He’s good at this. And Tsunagu’s also had some practice with… liberating things from people generally on a different level of paranoia than the general French public.

Tsunagu holds up the wad of cash. The girl was probably a tourist of some kind- he’d stolen five hundred euros, that was a lot more than most people would carry with them on a day-to-day basis. “Is this enough? I mean- if it isn’t, then we should go for the tourists. They’re used to being pickpocketed. And it won’t ruin their week, probably.”

“Huh, that was fast! Good job!” Tsunagu congratulated, giving a thumbs up. Okay, maybe congratulating someone for stealing five hundred euros wasn’t the best thing to do- but so what? It was impressive that Arcane had managed it that fast! “You beat me to it!” He joked, to be honest he was ever-so-slightly looking forward to nicking a few things- it had been a while, okay?

“I’m sure that will be plenty!” He smiled, signalling for them both to start walking and head towards the main street. “Though we can get more if we need to.”

Tsunagu turned around, smiling - though you could only see it through his eyes… barely… the tinted glasses did a good job masking them as well. “Are you ready to get some food?” He laughed, somewhat mischievously.

“I was ready ten minutes ago,” Tsunagu snarks back playfully. “Night market, right? Oh- I think I saw a pastries store there… do you like apple-cinnamon muffins? I like them. There’s this place in my world that makes them perfectly, and with vanilla ice cream on top.”

Beat Jean to it- well, good to know other-him could still pickpocket? His eyes flash at Tsunagu, even though the tinted glasses, and wow he doesn’t think his eyes were ever that attention-inducing.

His stomach rumbles. “Actually. Do you mind if we, uh, get some real food first? Fried rice? Anything you want to get? We’ve got five hundred here, and we can both always get more. So we don’t need to worry about budget…” Tsunagu trails off, looking at the crowd of people. “Ah- which way was your night market again?”

Tsunagu laughed, his own stomach yelling at him for food. “Oh definitely. I can smell food from here-” He hadn’t really noticed how hungry he was until this point. “I’ve honestly been kinda craving souvlaki… there was a really nice stall that did them here, if they’re still here.”

“Apple-cinnamon muffins with ice cream, huh? I haven’t tried that yet, but it sounds amazing.”

‘Pastries…’ Tsunagu made a mental note, smiling to himself lightly. ‘I’ll keep that in mind.’

“Oh!” He hummed in realisation, just as they were about to get to the more crowded area. “Before we get to the food, I just wanted to check- Can I refer to you as Cane for the time being? Is that okay? It sticks out a little less as a name.” Tsunagu tilted his head in a questioning manner.

Cane. Hm- that… worked. “I think, uh, Arc might work better?” Tsunagu shrugged. “It depends. Souvlaki? That’s the tacos with meat, right? The ones with the spices.”

His mouth watered. “Yeah, let’s go get that. You’re Wren, and I’m Arc-or-Arcane.” They approach the stall and vendor, sticking to the edges. Tsunagu resists picking another pocket. “Which one do you want?” He hurriedly scans the board. Ooh, that one looked good. Fried beef, cabbage, onions, doused with honey and in a skewer. Wrapped in one of those- rollable flatbreads. Tsunagu swallowed the mouthful of saliva. “I’m getting the beef one.”

Ooh- there was! Milk tea. With grass jelly. And the chewy pearls… ooh, there was a warm option. He’s getting that, too. With extra sugar. “Wren? Do you know what you’re going to order?”

Tsunagu turns to Jean, who’s looking at the menu, focused. Hm. He’s considering his options, probably.

“Arc… got it!” Tsunagu gave a thumbs up.

Ohhh the food smelt so good, he couldn’t help but let out a tiny sigh- god he was hungry. And there was the stall -the pot of gold (food)- right in front of them.

He scanned over the menu, eyes landing directly on the one he wanted. Pork, warm pita bread and tzatziki sauce. Simple, but heavenly. Drinks? ‘Hm…they’ve changed the menu around a bit.’ he internally complained slightly, he wasn’t a fan of changes in layout- but hey, it’s been a couple of years. Hot chocolate with chilli and cinnamon? That sounded good.

“Yep, I got it!” Tsunagu smiled. “Beef? That sounds good. I’m getting the pork one.” He caught the vendors attention and signaled they were ready to order. Oh, French, right- this would be a nice refresh of his language skills. “Hi, can I get… the number three- yeah the pork one with the- yeah.” He placed his order in between the vendors’ slightly-aggressive-looking but well meaning gestures.

“You want the pork souvlaki with pita and tzatziki, yes?” The vendor checked, scribbling down the order.

“Yes, please. And can I get a ‘Chilli and Cinnamon Hot Chocolate’ please?”

The vendor nodded, scribbling the last bit and gesturing at Arcane.

“Oh-” Tsunagu turned to the smaller figure next to him. “What do you want, Arc?”

“The honey-beef wrapped skewer and a warm milk tea with grass jelly, pearls. Extra sweet for the drink, please.” Tsunagu told the server. He wasn’t… quite sure how to, uh, order things. But bluffing had seemed to work before, and if it didn’t, the worst that could happen was him getting poisoned. And that would solve all his problems, so. Yeah.

“Meal twelve, drizzled with honey, warm, extra sweet for your milk jelly pearl tea, yes?”

“Yes. Thank you.” The server wrote it down, and passed him a meal ticket. Two meal tickets.

“Tell your older sibling we don’t bite. They are new to Paris, yes? First time in the night market?”

Well. It was, aside from the ‘older sibling part’, entirely reversed. Jean had lived in Paris for years. The night market… he was probably a regular? But it worked out. So Tsunagu just went along with it. “I think so? I’m not too sure. He’s been to France before, though.”

“Ah. I can tell- he has a good accent on the vowels. Clean words.” They pat him on the head. “Take care of your older sibling, cheri.”

He’ll ask, after the waiter goes away. After a few more rounds of pleasantries, they leave. He turns to Jean. “You’ve been here before, right? Is it the disguise?” Tsunagu tacked on, just in case Jean really didn’t want to talk about it.

He’d led them to this place, which indicated he was probably familiar with it. So- unless he’d gone through something that led to a personality change, or he hid behind a mask in Paris, or something like that, you’d think the server would recognize him.

Or the guy was new.

Ah. Shit. So…

How was he going to explain the whole… kinda-spiralled-and-had-a-meltdown-and-changed-his-entire-self thing he had, well, been going through? That would be a tricky one.

So he simply settled with: “Ah, well I've changed my look a little… I may have cut most of my hair off- for certain reasons…” He trailed off, avoiding eye-contact and playing with his sleeves. He cleared his throat, “Ah- yeah! It’s. It’s the outfits, mhm- uh- yeah- I, uh… I had a very different style back then- haha…” Okay, maybe that was the least convincing Tsunagu had ever been but…

That wasn’t something he wanted to go into. Not right now. The memories were… too there right now. Too fresh. He didn’t want to dump that on a kid he just met… even if he was an alternate version of himself.

Change the subject. How does he change the subject? What does he change the subject to?

Okay, well, good to know Jean was both absolute dogshit at lying and traumatized. “Huh,” Tsunagu says instead of all the questions he wants to ask, because he’s not totally heartless. “I guess we both had a style change. I used to dress all formal-like. Now I just do whatever.” Kind of a lie, but also not really. Tsunagu’s more practical these days. He cocks his head at Jean. “Yeah, it’s probably the… outfit and glasses. Maybe even the boots, they’ve propelled you to too-tall heights.”

Internally, his mind is working away. Outfit change… a big haircut, change in life. Probably something bad. Mhm. Yeah, this is a topic to touch upon later. His eye catches on a bakery- there. “After we get our food, we can probably go get something at that bakery over there.” He nods at it, and-

Their numbers are called. “I’ll go get them,” Tsunagu says, slipping off the stool and leaving his bag on the table. Jean would probably take care of it, and this would give him a chance to calm down.

He went to the vendor, got the tray and the two big paper cups with three skewers in them each, the two drinks on the tray, and paid them the money. Twelve euros. Maybe he should’ve taken less from the tourist, but… naah.

Tsunagu took the tray, balanced it, and started walking back.

Tsunagu watched as Arcane walked away and let out a deep sigh, he’d be surprised if Arcane didn’t hear it to be honest.

Well. He most likely gathered that what Tsunagu had said was a massive lie. Well, not entirely, he did have a very different style back then, but still. Tsunagu’s ability to lie on the spot seemed to vanish into thin air- which was surprising, considering he used to do that a lot… it was probably the trauma… yeah…

He pulls Arcane’s bag a little closer and places his hand on it, just to be safe. They weren’t the only ones in Paris who were willing to pickpocket, and were awfully experienced at it too.

Tsunagu sighed. He appreciated how quickly Arcane moved on from the topic, and how he didn’t pry or ask questions. It would probably pop back up at some point and force itself to be known and shared, but for the time being he would happily just move on and eat some food. Arcane had said something but… he didn’t hear what he said. Maybe a little too preoccupied with panic.

He looked down at his hands. Ah. he’d unravelled his sleeves almost all the way to his elbows. ‘Shit shit shit-’ he very rapidly stitched the sleeves back together with his quirk and breathed.

‘Okay, Tsunagu, just focus on the food. The food. Think about how hungry you are, let’s just focus on that, shall we?’ He tried to calm himself down internally. It worked, to a certain degree.

Ah. Arcane was coming back. And with food… oh it smelt so good… Tsunagu’s focus had already been ensnared by the wafts of tasty aromas heading towards him. That was good.

Tsunagu slid the tray over. “Thanks for looking after my bag,” He muttered, attention focused on the food and food only. It looks good. He divides the tray neatly in half and drags his cup with the three beef skewers in it closer. And then he takes a bite.

Flavor explodes in his mouth. Spices mingling but not overshadowing any tastes other than celery. The honey makes it sweet, lingering-at-the-corners-of-your-mouth sweet. Tsunagu thinks he might be in love.

He blinks.

The skewer is finished. “Oh, wow,” Tsunagu breathes out. “It’s- how did I miss this in mine? This is. Amazing.” He picks up another skewer and eats it. “Do you think they’ve got cheese sticks?” He wonders out loud.

Tsunagu kinda misses them. A conbini near his house used to sell them. Then the store got demolished by Endeavour.

He still holds a (small) grudge over that. And to be fair, the guy had paid back all the money the store lost. It was just that the store had decided to move. He took a sip of the boba tea absentmindedly.

It was good. Not as good as the skewers, but just warm-and-sweet enough for today. And by today, Tsunagu means it’s cold in Paris. So this is a nice change… the pearls are a little bit weird for chewing, though. But otherwise it’s perfect. “How’s your food?” He doesn’t bother looking up.

Tsunagu looked down at the skewers, the warm bread… the sauce- oh it all looked and smelled so good- And the drink was steaming, he could smell the cinnamon and chilli, he couldn’t wait.

One tiny problem, however. He has to remove his mask, in order to get all this amazing food in him- and that meant one thing: lower face reveal for Arcane! That was… honestly, not as nerve wracking after the mini panic attack he’d just had, so he pushed it down and simply accepted that hey- it was going to happen eventually, and at least it’s for good food.

He glanced up at Arcane, who seemed to be very much enjoying his food… okay, maybe that was an understatement- he seemed to really be tearing up those skewers, like… like a very hungry wild animal that has never been fed. Actually. Tsunagu’s not sure if Arcane had actually been chewing the food or whether he'd just… bitten through the entire thing. The skewers. Like, the wooden parts. Tsunagu made a mental note to check that those were still intact later.

Sighing quietly, he pulled off his mask and rubbed his face. No matter how used to wearing the mask he was, it always felt itchy after so long. He folded the black mask and put it into his pocket, not looking up. He wasn’t ready to see another person’s reaction to his face again. Not yet, food could come first.

He picked apart the pork and took small chunks out of the bread, taking his time and very slowly making his way through the skewer. Damn. They were just as good as he remembered. This helped take his mind off of everything- food always helped.

Tsunagu had worked his way through his second skewer and looked up at Jean’s silence. Huh. He had long, thin, silver scarring, all across his neck and face. Tsunagu thought of his sides, where Aloys had pinned him down and worked a thin, sharp knife (so sharp that he’d barely felt the cuts at the time) through his sides.

Jean’s face looked like… someone had just. Taken that same knife and went to town. No method to the madness, just thin lines of scar-silver over his neck and lower face. But hey- Tsunagu’s seen walking skeletons, barely held together by the (not) grace of (a) god. This doesn’t scratch anywhere close to his perception of body horror.

So he turns his attention back to his food. Hm- Jean’s picking at his. Maybe he’s just a slow eater, though. He picks his beef-honey skewer back up and eyes Jean’s chocolate-drink-thing. Tsunagu’s pretty sure it’s got… chili? In it? And, listen. He’s not a person to judge food choices, but why chili? In hot chocolate?

Tsunagu flicks a hand and tugs at Jean’s sleeve a little bit. “Does… your hot chocolate taste good?” He eyes it warily, slowing down on his eating a little bit.

Ah. He forgot about the drink for a moment. “Oh!” Tsunagu laughed nervously. “I haven’t tried it yet!”

He picks up the cup, looking at it for a moment. Hm. The cup was red. Nice. Tsunagu likes red.

He takes a sip and coughs on the fumes. There's the chilli and cinnamon- but other than that… It tasted really nice! Warmth that ran immediately down into his core, the sweet hot chocolate, made even sweeter by the cinnamon and with that spiced taste… okay, maybe Tsunagu had a new favourite drink. He would have to try and make this at home- maybe make Kuugo try it. That would be fun.

“Well, it is honestly amazing.” He raised his eyebrows and smiled at Arcane. “Uh. How is yours?”

“It’s good.” Arcane frowns a little bit into his boba. “The pearls are a bit weird, but the jelly is perfect. Are you… sure your drink is good?” He eyed it warily. “I think I smelled chili.” His eyes flicker to Tsunagu’s face.

Tsunagu laughed a little. “Ah yes, it has chilli and cinnamon in it! Maybe it sounds a little strange as a combination, but it works surprisingly well!” He picked at his food some more, wishing it would go in and go down a little faster. “Yours smells lovely! Milk tea is always a good choice. Is your food okay?” Maybe that question didn’t need to be asked, considering it was all almost gone, but he was trying to make conversation to move the awkward atmosphere away.

Tsunagu hums. “It’s good. I don’t know if I have this place in my Paris, I might have to look for it- actually. On second thought, probably not.” He glances at the hot chocolate Jean’s sipping from. He… is still slightly judgemental of this choice.

He finishes the last of his skewers in a few bites. “I think I saw an ice cream stall over there.” Tsuangu points. “What flavours do you like? I’m pretty sure there’s slushies, too- I’m going to go get them, and then we can continue our ‘question for a question’ thing?”

Jean hums. “Ice cream! Just a plain mint-choc-chip is good for me! I’m not the biggest fan of slushies.” He pauses, taking a small bite of food. “Sorry, it might take a little while for me to get through this, but sure! We can continue the questions!”

Tsunagu nods. “Don’t worry, take your time. Watch my bag?” He leaves the stool and his bag behind, cash in hand. It takes him a little while to weave through the dense crowd -he has to duck under a few hanging lights- and get to the stall. No line, which was nice.

“Excuse me,” He tells the vendor. She has a pronoun pin on. “One mint chocolate, medium and a double caramel-vanilla, please. Both in cups.”

She nods and starts rolling the ice-creams into cups. Once she’s done, she slides them over the counter. “Thirteen.”

Tsunagu hands the money over and walks back. “I’m back,” He tells Jean. “You can go first with the question thing.” There’s no need to give him even more stress- it’s obvious that Jean really, really, really doesn’t like having his face in the open.

---------------End Part---------------

Hope you enjoy this part- I'll have to remember to post the next bit in a few days perhaps.

We are starting to approach the proper trauma-dumping moments -specifically for e!jeanist in this case- and so living up to the name of the au /lh (I haven't released my jeanist backstory hc into the world yet so this will give you parts of it)

((everything will be tagged accordingly, please let me know if I have missed anything!))

#bnha #eclair wrote something?!#best jeanist #hakamada tsunagu #mha #interdimensional therapy au #anon <3 #here!!#(e!jeanist is fresh out of the trauma oven <3)#can't wait to carry on with this- theres gonna be some good ol twists to look forward to #tw caps #AHEM EXCUSE ME TUMBLR CAN THE 'KEEP READING' PLS STAY WHERE IT IS THANK YOU

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og-danny-dorito · 2 years

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Hi, first sorry for the english, I'm still learning. I can order some headcanons from a male yautja with a human mate who lives in a cold area and is a hunter? I love your blog, sorry again for the english

no need to apologize! i think you did a fantastic job :)

𝐓𝐖: crude language, mentions of animal death and corpse handling, corny ass love talk

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐘𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐣𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐞𝐚:

- ohhh boy

- so if you've read the comics or through the wiki, yautja prime (the planet they live on) is described as "a dry, hot, desert environment with rivers of flowing lava and a humid, wet jungle biome."

- so obviously they're a little out of their comfort zone in a colder area SKJFDJ

- its not like they can't fend for themselves, but they find it a little harder to acclimate than they normally would

- which means that you have the upper hand in the battle to the death ya'll have after chasing each other down like wild animals considering your experience with it

- it's not like he underestimated you or anything (he did), but to say he was surprised when you had the knife up to his throat after you had knocked his helmet off previously, pinning him to the ground would be an understatement

- what was even more surprising though is that after a few seconds of catching your breath you backed off, gesturing for him to stand

- since his ship had crashed he didn't really have much of a choice but to follow you to your home considering he didn't know what or how to hunt out here, but he was coming to the slow realization that you were much more capable than him regardless of the fact that you wee smaller and, physically speaking, weaker

- in yautja society, it's not really all that common for someone to help another without any sort of payment expected (or at all for that matter), and so regardless of his hesitance he still does his best to be respectful and helpful

- he's also a little scared of you before getting to know you if he's being honest 💀

- he chops wood (tears it in half with his bare hands), helps prepare animals, and in the meantime works on putting his ship back together with the scrap metals and materials he can find around

- you, of course, do most of the hunting, but when he does tag along it's usually to learn

- and he won't admit it but he finds it interesting and kinda hot to watch you hunt ajfnkjd

- you're thorough and calculated, not a muscle in your body moving without you willing it first. it's like watching an animal hunt their prey but with the intelligence of a man, and it seems as if he probably had a lot more assumptions about humans than he thought as he observes you more

- he's still stronger than you of course (and he likes to show it off too to one-up you), but its usually in good fun rather than a way to intimidate you. you usually show him that you're much faster than him in retaliation anyway

- the partnership works out well though!! as time passes you learn that he's actually a very quick learner and likes to learn little tricks and stuff. he's also quite the prankster which is only funny if you're not the one getting pranked 💀

- he learns that you broke off from your village since they didn't agree with your methods of combining modern technology with traditional methods, and since then you've been living in solitude

- you tell him that even though your means of meeting weren't conventional, you're happy that he showed up since his company makes you feel a little less alone

- and then he realizes he probably feels a lot a little bit more than platonic respect for you

- you don't really notice at first, but as the days go on you start noticing little gifts and trinkets that just kinda,,, appear on your kitchen table

- it starts off with small things, like little handmade bracelets and ornaments that you wear proudly and hang up around your house

- but over the week they start getting a little bigger and flashy. hunted game, cleaned skulls of game with decorations and designs carved into them, even pelts of animals that YOU found difficult to catch and prepare

- you finally approach him about it one night while you're eating near the fire in your living room, and it takes him a second to realize it; you don't know that he's trying to court you

- he feels incredibly stupid for not considering the fact that humans and yautja probably don't operate the same in that department, and although he liked to pretend that he's all stoic and hardened, you swear you see some equivalent of a blush form on his features as he carefully explains it to you

- you're quiet as you think it over and he looks like he might pass out, but after a few seconds of thought you give him a grin and say "why didn't you say something sooner?"

- he's almost annoyed at your response, but his pouting only lasts for a second before you shower him in gentle kisses all over his face

- time passes on and he eventually fixes his ship, but instead of parting he proposes that you just come with him

- you're nervous at first, but after packing your valuables and hunting materials, you both head off to the main ship to start a new life among the stars

{ 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 :) }

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dreamkidddream · 3 years

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Hi, I like your work.

If you could I have an obey me request of the brothers and( if possible the undatebles). About a mc who is changing their habits to be healthier (like exercise and healthy eating).

Cause thats what am doing at the moment and I would like the encouragement.

Thanks

Good luck with your journey and you can do it! I’ll probably do the Undateables in a separate fic, but I’ll definitely do them in the future. Reader is gender neutral!

The Brothers with MC Who Wants to be Healthier

Lucifer

He supports you, just don’t let it get in the way of your studies

Doesn’t really understand why but he doesn’t voice it aloud, and he likes that you’re actually making the effort too, showing a surprising amount of self discipline

He was amused (and worried) when you started working out with Beel, but was relieved when you came back okay and not missing any limbs

Still makes him worry though

He’s too busy to try and workout with you, but he does try to change his eating habits so you don’t feel like you’re doing this alone

(And this would explain why he’s been just a little bit crankier in the mornings since he cut back on his coffee intake. He won’t give it up completely, but he’s trying for you)

He does well keeping you on track though and knowing how strict he can be, it never got to the point of being overwhelming. It’s just his way of encouragement because he really means well and wants the best for you

Praises you so much, and you know it’s the truth too because Lucifer doesn’t just say anything to anyone. And takes his time in showing just how he is of you too, especially behind closed doors

He’s super proud of you, and he’s smug about it too. You’re his, you bear his pact mark on you, so he can’t help but show off your progress. It’s his sin, after all

Brags to Diavolo like the proud boyfriend he is

Mammon

He somewhat understands, but doesn’t at the same time. You look beautiful, stunning, hot, sexy FINE to him, but if that’s what you wanna do, you’re not doing it alone!

(He claims that you owe him some Grimm and that you’ll discuss payment later, but he’s honestly just excited to be doing this with you and doesn’t know how to handle it)

When he says that you’re not doing it alone, he wasn’t kidding. He’s right alongside you (even though he’s already by your side literally all day every day) putting in the effort 100%, and he’s a great motivator too!

Mammon is a model, so working out and healthy diets aren’t new to him. He takes on the role as your very own personal trainer, even if he forgets that you can’t eat all the food that he can or do everything that he can since you’re human

He’s confused but he’s got the right spirit!

His energy is just contagious! Doesn’t matter what you guys did, whether it was eating something instead of the usual Hellfire noodles or coming back after you guys finished a run, he’s always facing you with a blinding smile on his face every time

Mammon is basically your partner in crime and vice versa, so DUH he was gonna do this with you! What kind of first man would he be if he didn’t?

You’re not alone in this MC, and he’ll make sure it stays that way

Leviathan

OOF, he feels like he’s the wrong person to approach with this

It’s not like he doesn’t want to support you! He does! But, we all know how he feels about doing anything physical or doing anything that will take him away from his safe haven...

(With the exception of video games, anime, and Ruri-chan of course)

He REALLY doesn’t understand why you’re doing this, to him it’s like pure torture!

But, he sees how happy you look and how much energy you have now, so (with your help) he looked at it from a different angle...

That you were LEVELING UP

That’s what got him hype

(He still wouldn’t do it with you unfortunately)

He would unironically go on one of his rants and just be in awe at how much you’re powering up, waayyy better than his video game characters or some weak anime MCs; it’s just his way of encouraging you to keep going

He’s still too embarrassed to be straight forward to you, but you’re an inspiration to him. He expects nothing less from his Henry!

(If you see him trying to do any type of exercise in his room: no you didn’t!)

Satan

He finds it endearing to be honest, and he’s glad to help. Maybe he can find some helpful information in one of his books...

He’s not gonna act like your personal trainer like Mammon but he’s gonna be like your personal tutor but for your health!

“MC, make sure you don’t overdo it. I know you want to keep pushing yourself- and you’re doing more than a spectacular job- but you’ll end up hurting yourself if you overexert. How about you do some stretches as a cool down instead?”

Believe it or not, if he does do any type of workout with you (which would be somewhat rare), it would be stretches, only because it is somewhat calming and helps with how tense his body can be

And he enjoys the time he gets to spend with you

But he’s never afraid to give you motivation or give you compliments; he does it proudly and rather bold

Even if it seems like he’s just teasing you, Satan is being 100% honest. You’re already perfect in his eyes, but it just makes it more obvious seeing you doing something for yourself and being happy about it

Asmodeus

I feel like Asmo would be one of the most helpful brothers (besides from Beel of course) because he likes to take care of himself, and that includes eating healthy and working out

Even though doesn’t like to sweat and he hates the idea of feeling gross, he won’t whine (as much) because it’s something that he wants to do. He’s very big on self-love and having confidence, and he’s a firm believer in feeling good about yourself always, no matter what shape or size you are. After all, you gotta feel good to look good!

Plus, he has taken some devilishly selfies of his sweat glistening on him and he knows his fans go wild for those~

But this isn’t about him right now, you should’ve said something sooner MC, he’s glad to help!

Gives you new recipes to taste test together too! New recipes to try with you + new DevilTube videos= a recipe for views (and more time to be selfish with you)

GYM SELFIES

Also prepare to wear matching gym gear too. You guys are going to make progress and in style!

One of his favorite full body workouts hat he loves to do with you is yoga. Not only does it really become a peaceful time for you both to share, but it also gives him the opportunity to show just how flexible he is and how flexible he can make you~

Seriously though, Asmo is here for this! He will always be the first one to praise you for your accomplishments, and even if you feel like it’s small or that you didn’t really accomplish anything, he’ll make sure to prove you wrong

Beelzebub

He caught you doing some workouts in your room, and when he spotted you, it only meant one thing-

WORKOUT BUDDIES

You didn’t even have to ask him for help because he was already 100% on board with it

It’s only a handful of times that you’ve seen Beel be so serious before, so you were shook tbh

But don’t worry, it’s still gonna be tons of fun for you both!

He’s not gonna micromanage you or anything, and he invites you to his workouts all the time. Even if you have to remind him sometimes that you’re a human and you can’t just lift 1000 pound weights like it’s nothing-

The best spotter, no questions asked. If he even thinks that you’re struggling or he sees your arm shake in the slightest, he’s already behind you, holding up the bar and asking if you’re okay

If weights aren’t your thing or if you don’t feel comfortable going to the gym, he doesn’t mind doing at home workouts either! And he’s the best at correcting your form too

Even though he’s known for his insatiable appetite, he’ll still eat healthy with you. He may not know a lot about human food, but he does know what’s good for the body

Of course he still eats full course meals and will just burn it off like nothing, but he can skip out on Madame Screams’ pastries if it means keeping you motivated

You try to tell him that it’s okay for him to eat whatever, but he’s already shaking his head at you, telling you that you guys are in this together, and that’s that

You ended up splitting some sweets with him on your cheat day because you a.) felt bad and b.) wanted to thank you for being the best gym partner ever

He ate majority of it but still

Not to mention the encouragement that he’s always giving you! If it’s an off day or you feel like you didn’t do your best or enough, he’s already there giving you a smile and pulling you back on your feet, saying how much you’ve improved and how far you’ve come, and Beel isn’t the type to just say anything. He really means every word, and it’s more than enough to keep you going

And his high-fives >>>>>>>

The couple that gains together stays together, and he won’t lie; he feels more pumped in his workouts with you by his side

Belphegor

You weren’t coming home for your daily afternoon cuddle session(s), and when you did come home you were drenched in sweat and brushed him off for a shower. It went from occurring just once a week to every other day, and it was making him moodier than usual

When you explained it to him, he was whiny but supportive. Of course he supports your journey to a better lifestyle! He’ll just be supporting you from the comfort of his bed-

You’re definitely dreaming if you think you’re about to get him to join you working out (you should’ve went to Beel if that’s what you’re looking for)

But he’s great at being your cheerleader though! He stays in the room while you’re working out and he’s really cheering you on with his little chants (I mean it’s while he’s lazing around but still are you really surprised?), but you can’t help but still find it endearing and a way to stay positive

If ya’ll seen the new episode you understand what I mean lmao

He’s not one for moving around, but he can help you with what you eat

He’s pretty decent in the kitchen, and he’s got some safe-for-humans healthy snacks that he “borrowed” from Beel and some recipes that he got from Barbatos and Asmo

(Somehow Solomon overheard and volunteered himself to cook and Belphie doesn’t think he ever ran so fast in his life before when he walked away to go grab his “recipe book”)

Makes small remarks about your progress and says it like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, showing that he does notice the changes you’re making even if you don’t. Really helps you stay motivated!

His words may come off as dry and sarcastic sometimes, but he means well. He may have a bit of a hard time showing that he cares, but he does. And he cares a lot about you, more than he can express

Is also prepared to give you cuddles as both rewards and to make up from before

#obey me x reader #obey me reader insert #obey me headcanons #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me leviathan x reader #obey me levi x reader #obey me satan x reader #obey me asmo x reader #obey me asmodeus x reader #obey me beelzebub x reader #obey me beel x reader #obey me belphegor x reader #obey me belphie x reader #obey me swd #obey me

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archived-kin · 3 years

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local cashless god nearly loses you your job (but you’re okay with it)

note from kin: *throws this at you* please take it i’ ve been stuck on the blasted thing for hours (peepaw i promise i’ll write you something where you’re better characterised another day)

fandom: genshin impact

character(s): gn!reader, zhongli, xingqiu

pairing(s): zhongli/reader

warning(s): none! (though i do want to give a heads up for some out of character stuff since i started this when i still wasn’t too familiar with the liyue characters)

genre: fluff

“How many copies of Encyclopaedia of Liyue does one man need?”

You shush Xingqiu as the man just across the shop continues to browse at his leisure, golden eyes furrowed in concentration as he trails his gloved fingers across the books’ spines. “Maybe he’s here to buy something else this time! You never know.”

“He’s bought the exact same book seven times in a row now,” Your little brother insists, pulling his nose out of his novel for once to regard the tall figure drifting listlessly from one end of the shop to the other. “I doubt he’s going to break the cycle now.”

“He could be a collector,” You suggest, dropping your voice slightly when the man’s eyes flicker over to you briefly. “This shop’s older than us - maybe it has a bunch of different editions that he wants to get.”

“Well, wouldn’t it make sense for him to find all the different editions and then buy them all at once?” Xingqiu whispers in reply, tapping restlessly at the countertop with one hand. “Then he wouldn’t have to stop by every day and charm you into paying for him.”

You don’t have a reasonable argument for that, so you don’t reply. Xingqiu really is too smart for his own good sometimes.

The man - who you can see is now flicking curiously through a copy of The Founder of Diabolism - isn’t someone you know particularly well, but he’s visited the bookshop where you work enough times that you do know the essential facts: his name is Zhongli, he likes drinking tea, and he’s broke. In every sense of the word.

That last point is quite the source of exasperation on your part. No matter how many times you remind him as he leaves, he never fails to turn up with a completely empty Mora pouch the next time you see him. At first it hadn’t been so much of a problem - he’d just come in, browse the books, start a little small talk with you, then leave. But then he’d actually started wanting to buy the books, and buying usually involves money - something that Zhongli seems to forget exists.

If it had been any other ridiculously handsome guy, you might have sent them packing, but there’s something about the lost look on Zhongli’s face when you ask him for his payment and he realises that he has no way of giving you one that never fails to make you get out your own Mora pouch and suggest that you foot the bill for him instead. Zhongli always tries to refuse your offer, but, in kind, you always insist. You have no idea why he has such an affinity for that particular book, but the way he smiles at you as you as you drop your own coins into the payment pouch is more than enough to make up for the money you lose. It’s not like you actually need the funds, anyway, considering who your father is.

Today, however, Zhongli has neglected the shelf of encyclopaedias in favour of drifting over to the Xianxia section. You’re not sure what’s spurred this change in interest, but maybe it’s the little toy dragon you’ve set on top of the shelf? Zhongli seems rather enamoured by it - he keeps glancing up at it while he reads.

Speaking of the book that he’s skimmming through, it’s a rather odd choice on his behalf. You haven’t gotten the opportunity to read it yourself, busy as you usually are between your work shifts, adventurer’s guild commissions, and making sure your little brother doesn’t get himself into trouble by wandering directly into a gang of hilichurls in the middle of reading a book again. You’re pretty sure Xingqiu has read it at some point, though - to be honest, you wouldn’t be surprised if he’s already read every book in this shop several times over. (Part of you wonders if the only reason he’s so supportive of you venturing into the world and taking this job is because he gets to sit with you and read all the books he likes during your shifts.)

You don’t remember all the details he’d spewed off to you over the week or so he spent reading it, but you vaguely remember him crying into your sleeve about something to do with trees and lanterns and hugs. You’re also pretty sure that it got kind of… what’s the word? Risqué? Adult? Well, whatever word you use to describe it, it doesn’t really seem like the sort of thing that someone like Zhongli would read. Then again, you wouldn’t have ever expected your innocent gentleman of a little brother to read something like that, either.

“At least he seems to have good taste in fiction,” Xingqiu sighs as Zhongli continues to skim over the first few pages, looking rather intrigued. “I suppose that’s about as much as I can ask for…”

“He seems pretty invested,” You observe. “Reckon he’s going to buy it?”

Xingqiu shakes his head. “No. He’s going to come up here and realise he’s forgotten all his Mora again, and then you’re going to end up buying it for him again because you have a giant crush—”

You shove him in the shoulder so hard that he falls off his stool. “Oh, shut up.”

Xingqiu quickly catches himself on the side of the table and shoots you a glare, fumbling to retrieve the book that he’s accidentally dropped in the process. “Hey! This book doesn’t belong to us, you know.”

“It’s one book, A-Qiu,” You sigh as he turns away from you, clutching the book to his chest like it’s some precious child that you’re threatening to kidnap. “Mr Yao isn’t going to condemn you if it gets a little dusty.”

“Books should be treated with respect,” Xingqiu sniffs, turning up his nose at you like some nobleman - which he technically could be considered, now that you think about it. “You of all people should know that.”

“Just because I work at a bookshop doesn’t mean I think they’re Morax’s gift to man like you do,” You snort, noting in the corner of your eye that Zhongli’s eyes had flickered over to you briefly as you spoke. “Sure, books are neat, but they’re not holy.”

“‘Books are neat?’” Xingqiu repeats disbelievingly. “Of all the words to—”

“Excuse me.”

Both you and Xingqiu jump in startled surprise - neither of you had noticed Zhongli approach the front desk. You gather yourself quickly and smile at him as he quietly sets the book on top of the counter and pushes it towards you with a small nod.

“Will that be all?” You ask, reaching for one of the complimentary bamboo bookmarks that you’re obligated to give out with every purchase. You’re pretty sure that Zhongli has more than enough at this point, but you don’t want to risk getting into hot water with Mr Yao for not doing it.

Zhongli takes the bamboo bookmark with a small smile. “Yes, thank you.”

You nod and flick the book open to check the price label on the inside of the cover. “Alright, that’ll be… 5000 Mora, please.”

Xingqiu mutters something resignedly under his breath as Zhongli reaches into his pocket and fumbles about for a moment, clearly not particularly hopeful that the man has actually brought his money with him today. Your little brother, as usual, is perfectly correct in his intuition; after a second of slightly embarrassed silence, Zhongli pulls his hand out of his pocket with nothing in it.

“My apologies,” He sighs, bowing his head in shame. “I’ve forgotten my money pouch again.”

“I knew it,” Xingqiu whispers.

“A-Qiu, shut up,” You hiss back, then turn back to Zhongli, your smile back in place. “No worries, I’ll buy it for you.”

His brows pinch together slightly in the smallest of frowns. “No, no, you shouldn’t. You’ve already spent so much money on me…”

“It’s no big deal!” You assure him brightly, already reaching into your lapels to find your coin pouch. “You seemed to be really into it earlier, so it’d be a shame if you couldn’t keep it, right?”

Zhongli’s frown deepens. “Even so...”

“You could always pay back with something else,” Xingqiu chimes in, the exasperated look on his face replaced with a shit-eating grin that you know all too well. Before you can step in and shove him into the cabinet or something to shut him up, though, he continues, turning to you in a parody of innocence, “What do you say? Mr Zhongli clearly has some time on his hands…”

You narrow your eyes at him, not liking what he’s implying with that grin. “I’m still on shift, A-Qiu, I can’t just up and leave. Mr Yao would probably kill me.”

“You’ve been working shifts for two weeks straight,” He counters, crossing his arms stubbornly. “I can mind the shop for a long enough for you to take a walk. He won’t notice a thing.”

“You won’t ‘mind the shop’, you’ll just sit there and read,” You shake your head and tussle his hair with a flippant hand. “Don’t think I haven’t seen you eyeing up those antiques at the back.”

He looks affronted. “Are you accusing me of stealing intent?”

“I’m not accusing you of anything,” You explain patiently. “I’m just saying that your moral compass is very easily diverted when it comes to books.”

“If I may,” Zhongli begins, cutting off Xingqiu’s indignant spluttering. “I do not mind the idea.”

You turn to look at him in shock, only to see that his golden eyes are already fixed intently on you. He has the sort of gaze that makes you feel as if he’s seeing right through you, as if all of your faults and flaws and wishes and dreams are laid out bare for him to examine at his leisure - but Zhongli doesn’t look at you with any judgement. In fact, if you hope hard enough, you think that there might be some affection in his eyes.

“W-well, I—” You glance quickly back at Xingqiu, who pointedly refuses to help you, evidently offended by the moral compass comment. “I- I’d love to, honestly, but I need to finish my shift…”

“This young gentleman has already volunteered to take care of that for you,” Zhongli counters. There’s a strange intensity to the way he’s looking at you now - hope? Determination? “I know of a quiet spot just outside the harbour. If you would…?”

You glance at Xingqiu, who, despite still looking a little miffed, gives you a begrudging nod. After another moment of thought, you turn back to Zhongli, who gazes expectantly back at you.

“I’d love to go for a walk,” You say, standing up. “Lead the way.”

He smiles then, holding the door-curtain open for you to exit first. You pause briefly to wave a goodbye to Xingqiu, who pointedly sticks his nose in his book and pretends not to see it.

The two of you walk in silence for ten minutes or so, with him in the lead and you occasionally glancing behind you to make sure Xingqiu hasn’t already set the bookshop on fire or something. Zhongli walks rather more quickly than you’re used to, mostly because you usually walk with Xingqiu, who has refused to grow more than half an inch in the last three years and still has legs substantially shorter than yours. Zhongli seems to notice you lagging behind a little after a minute or so, slowing down his pace slightly so that the two of you can walk side by side properly.

“The breeze is pleasant this time of year,” Zhongli comments as the two of you cross the bridge to the mainland and begin to leave the harbour. “Particularly as the sun is going down.”

“I’ll have to get out to see the sunset more often, then,” You sigh. The amount of people milling about around you thins out the further the two of you walk from the harbour and along a grass-lined path, until the two of you are alone.

“I’d be happy to escort you,” He says, glancing quickly back at you, then snapping his head forward again. “...that is, if you’d like me to.”

You’re glad he isn’t looking at you, because you’re pretty sure that the look on your face is smitten to an absolutely ridiculous degree. It takes everything in you not to reach forward and grab Zhongli’s hand right then and there, but you restrain yourself just in time, knowing full well that initiating sudden physical contact with someone that you still don’t know all too well is incredibly rude.

“Of course I would,” You answer. “Just name a time and a place.”

He looks at you again, a gentle smile curving at his lips. “I’ll be sure to.”

The walk takes the two of you through a grove of trees dappled by the rich afternoon light. Zhongli speaks at length about the various different species that you pass; part of you is listening attentively, but the other part of you is far too distracted by the elegance of his quiet footsteps and the way the sunlight glows softly at the edges of his hair to register the information.

Leaves and branches crunch underfoot as Zhongli finally leads you out of the trees and out onto a quiet spot on the mountainside overlooking the harbour. He sits down on the ledge, legs dangling precariously over the edge, and you follow suit, quietly settling down beside him, leaving about two inches’ space between the two of you. Zhongli doesn’t say anything for a minute or so; he’s absorbed in watching the city below him, golden eyes darting back and forth as he watches the tiny figures of the people bustle about the streets.

You notice that he’s still holding the book you bought him earlier, keeping it set carefully in his lap with both hands placed firmly on top of it, as if he thinks it might slip out of his grasp and off the mountain if he isn’t careful.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” You begin, catching his attention. He turns to look at you, and the sudden sight of his content expression, framed by the sprawling fields and trees in the distance behind him and the light casting his features into sharp relief, knocks all the air from your lungs for a moment. You very nearly choke on your words, but manage to gather yourself in time to ask, “Why the sudden change in interest?”

He cocks his head ever so lightly to the side in confusion, then realises what you’re referring. “Ah - the book? I just wanted a change of pace, really.”

You nod in understanding. “I see. A-Qiu’s read that one. He says it’s one of his favourites.”

“Is A-Qiu the young gentleman accompanying you in the bookshop?”

“Yup.” You sigh, leaning back and kicking your legs slightly, noticing with some fascination that you can faintly see yourself reflected on the water far beneath you. “Xingqiu. He’s my little brother.”

If you squint hard enough, you can see Zhongli’s reflection in the water as well. He’s shifting slightly - is he moving closer to you? You can’t quite tell from the reflection alone, and you’re not about to risk looking at him. Zhongli is a little like the sun in that respect: warming you indirectly with his presence, but damn near blinding (and incredibly flustering) to look directly at or make eye contact with. He’s almost ethereal-looking - as if he isn’t quite of this world.

“He seems a well-intentioned boy,” Zhongli comments quietly.

You respond with a light-hearted scoff. “I’m not too sure about that. He’s good at hiding it behind a book and all those airs and graces, but he’s always annoying me.”

“Is that not what younger siblings are for?” He counters, eyes twinkling slightly as you laugh in reply.

“I guess they are, huh?” You shake your head, a grin continuing to play on your lips as you finally turn to look back at him. Somehow the blinding beauty of before feels as if it’s mellowed out, become softer around the edges - like a surging river calming to a trickling stream.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a while. The late afternoon breeze picks up a little, and Zhongli’s hair dances about on the air, twisting and curling in swirls as if the very wind is playing with it. You’re so occupied by (subtly) staring at him that the small movement of him lifting a hand to adjust his tie makes you jolt slightly on the spot.

You can tell that he’s noticed as well, so you hurry to start a conversation before he can bring it up. “So… what’s the fascination with Yi Xichen?”

“...ah.” You might be imagining it, but you think you can see a faint flush forming over his cheeks. “The encyclopaedias?”

“What else?” You swing your legs back and forth restlessly, leaning forward and resting your cheek in your hand. “You must have at least fifteen copies by now. Are you collecting them or something?”

“Well, no...” He glances away from you, intertwining his fingers. “I suppose I’m not particularly good at ‘acting natural’, am I?”

You cock your head to the side. “What do you mean?”

Zhongli fiddles slightly with the seam of his glove, looking uncharacteristically bashful. “I have no need for encyclopaedias, but after the first few days, I found that I had fallen into the routine of selecting one every time I visited.”

“Why did you visit, then?” You ask.

He glances quickly at you, then back down at the water. He doesn’t answer at first, as if mulling over what to say, until finally, he replies, “...I suppose I just wanted to see you.”

It takes you a good moment to fully process what he’s just said to you. Once you do, though, your entire body implode. Well, it feels it does, anyway.

“I— you— me— huh?” is all you manage to get out at first, hands dancing around in front of you like two birds trying to escape from a net, as if they’re trying to physically pluck some words to say from the air. It’s a bad habit you’ve always had, throwing your hands about when you’re stressed; it drives you mad sometimes, but you can’t stop yourself.

Zhongli closes his eyes and bows his head, and there’s no mistaking it - his cheeks are definitely pinker than usual. “Is that alright?”

You nearly choke on air, but you force yourself to take a deep breath instead, fanning yourself briefly with one hand. Getting flustered heats you up surprisingly quickly. “Y-yeah! Of course it’s okay.”

“I’m glad.” He smiles a little bashfully, leaning forward and tilting his head slightly to look at you. “I don’t want to overwhelm you, but, if it’s alright… could I see you more often after today as well?

The sheer adrenaline rushing through you is so intense that you’re surprised that you haven’t busted a blood vessel yet. Actually, as far as you know, you might as well have - you’re far too focused on the man in front of you and his… confession? Is this a confession? You’ve read romance novels, sure, but is that how it works in real life as well? What are you supposed to do?

Your head is so filled with pure chaos that you just know that, if you speak, you’re going to say something completely inane and stupid. So, instead, you reach forward, and take his hand in your slightly shaky one.

He looks down at your intertwined fingers with mild surprise for a moment, then raises his gaze to you once more, eyes lighting up slightly. “...I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

You nod quietly, hesitantly shuffling closer to him. He squeezes your hand almost experimentally, then glances quickly back up at you as if trying to gauge your reaction. You offer him a smile; he returns it wholeheartedly.

You’re sure that you’ll have missed the rest of your shift by now, but you can’t seem to bring yourself to care. Zhongli doesn’t let go of your hand, and you in turn do not move away from him - if anything, you move closer, leaning slightly into his side. He doesn’t seem to notice, and if he does, he doesn’t object.

The sun is slowly beginning its descent, staining the sky a pale orange that reflects from the waters below you. It seems that the two of you will be seeing that sunset together a lot sooner than you had anticipated.

#unedited #genshin impact #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin zhongli #genshin xingqiu #zhongli x reader #fluff #this whole scheduling thing seems to be working out pretty nicely

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bruhlsbees · 3 years

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jackpot || dark!daniel x fem!reader

summary: after saving your life from a client, daniel takes you back to his trailer to treat your wounds

pairing: dark!daniel x fem!reader

word count: 5,417

warnings: violence (reader gets beat up and daniel beats up someone), gang violence (daniel sells guns and shit), s*x work (reader is a s*x worker), fluff smut (reader and daniel), 18+, minors dni, nsfw

a/n: hey everyone!! here's a short little thing i wrote up! as i said before, i'll be moving into my first apartment on may 20 so writings will be a bit scarce! if you're looking for chapter two of garden of eden, i'm hoping to have that up before i leave tomorrow morning!! :)

It was ironic for many who lived under The Highway - stuck in the same place while those above came and went so freely...that was the thing though, those above were free. Nobody came to The Highway willingly - and if they did, they were fucking morons. You either were born into the business or you somehow lost a bet and were working your losses back to be able to leave.

Even though it sounded bad, it wasn’t entirely bad. For many, The Highway became their home and those who worked there became family. Business could be bad at times - angry customers coming back heated and threatening to put workers in the ground, the occasional sweep from the cops, the winters when the wind iced your skin away - but you couldn’t expect perfection.

The Highway was the best some could get. The younger teenagers and kids painted murals on the walls and pillars to brighten the place up, those who sold the cars often times would save some speakers for there to be music played during the day and evening, and the older ladies who cooked would always make sure everyone went to bed with a full belly of food.

So, in a way, The Highway wasn’t any different from life above.

Security for The Highway sometimes fell through. There was no ‘leader’ of The Highway, but for Daniel, the people seemed to agree that he was fit for the role. So Daniel made sure that everything ran smoothly down under The Highway. He had men stationed on either side and some on top near the hills that would lead down to where they camped. It had been a bitch and a half to put together, but after three years, things finally were looking up.

He had just finished dealing with a client who failed to make payments. Daniel never liked dealing with people who couldn’t make payments on time, because it often meant ‘teaching them a lesson’ or ‘giving them a friendly reminder’...that lesson or reminder often meant Daniel returning to The Highway with bloody knuckles and a cut lip - because someone always tried to fight back.

This time was no different. He was pissed beyond pissed to be out almost two grand and the guy who owed money’s wife came out of nowhere with a knife and sliced him good across the cheek.

As he walked up to the washbasin that was at the end of the row of tents that belonged to some of the girls who worked at night, he couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he grabbed a rag that was hanging up on the clothesline, dipping it in the water before pressing the cool rag to his cheek, hissing in pain.

Daniel must have been muttering something under his breath because the girls that were around the fire out in front of their tents turned and smirked, whistling at him while he cleaned himself up.

“Ooh, someone got it good today.” One of the girls teased, giggling with the others. Shaking his head, Daniel smiled and walked around the basin, over to the girls before hovering over them.

“Dumb bitch got me good...came out of nowhere. I’m lucky I didn’t lose a fucking eye.” The girls were good at making men feel good, that’s what their job was after all, but he knew that the teasing and praises that were directed towards him weren’t fake, perhaps the most sincere the girls would ever act towards anyone.

“I would have been sad to see your pretty eye not there when you came back, Danny.” Another girl confessed, pouting as she looked up at him. He smiled and reached down, pinching her cheek before standing back up.

“Don’t worry about me doll, ain’t nobody taking my eyes.”

As he looked around the fire at the usual crowd, he noticed that you weren’t there in your usual spot. Frowning, he glanced around the camp to see if maybe you were somewhere else, his own thoughts drowning out the sound of the girls continuing to tease him.

“She’s off with a client. Been gone for a bit now. Looks like she had a bag, not sure what that all means, but I don’t think she will be coming back tonight.”

Turning around, Daniel looked at one of the older ladies who was seated in an old rocking chair near the washbasin, filling out a half-used crossword puzzle book, her glasses slipped down to the tip of her nose. Looking up, she took off her glasses and held them in her lap, continuing to rock slow in the chair while Daniel approached her.

“You said she had a bag? Who’d she go with? Is he a regular?” Daniel tried his best to not sound too worried, but it was you. He knew it was stupid to fall in love with one of the girls at camp, given how he had his own role in camp and you had your’s - but out of everyone in the camp, as cliche as it was, you were different. There was a twinkle about you that just brought life wherever you went. He’d be lying to himself if he said that you weren’t the reason he still stayed under The Highway.

So when the old lady shook her head, shrugging her shoulders, Daniel could only feel his worst fears coming true. “Like I said, hun, she had a bag and she’s been gone for a while now. I didn’t recognize him, but he was driving a green mustang. Ugliest thing I’ve ever seen. That much I could tell you.”

And that would be enough. Leaning down, Daniel kissed her cheek and smiled, “Thank you.” He turned around to head to his trailer to get some things before being stopped by the sound of the old lady.

“You’re probably the only one who can get through to her...you kids got a lot more to your lives that rottin’ away down here. You find her and you two run...run away from all this and don’t look back,” Her words were always honest and always made you think hard on your own choices. She was like the eyes of The Highway, always knowing what was going on and when it happened and with who. If she told you to do something out of the better interest for you, you’d best believe that it was the choice you needed to make.

“And for God’s sake, son, just tell her how you feel. Quit moping around like a beaten puppy everytime she goes off with someone.”

All Daniel could do was smile, even with his cheeks pink from being called out about his own feelings for you, he couldn’t be mad. Turning back towards his path, he quickly made strides to his trailer that was down the trail a ways near the creek.

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You knew something was off the moment you got in his car. It was like a switch - the charming and sweet man who approached you at the camp suddenly was gone, in his place was something darker, more sinister. He had sped so quickly out of camp that you swore your stomach went to your throat. You clutched the strap of your duffle bag tightly, looking out the window with tears in your eyes as the creek’s current headed in the opposite way. The opposite way from where he was taking you - away from The Highway, away from your home, away from Daniel.

You closed your eyes tightly, letting the tears drip down your cheeks, your teeth clamped on your tongue to stifle your cries. You knew they didn’t like it when you cried, it only made you less pretty...made them feel uncomfortable because now they saw that you had more feelings than just flirty.

He must have heard you sniffle, or realized by your body language that something was off with you. He didn’t care though, he just rolled his eyes and scoffed, “You gonna make me pay you more to deal with your whiny ass? Come on, why don’t you give me a pretty smile, yeah? Like the one you gave me earlier? God, you girls are so pathetic aren’t you? Not a single thought runs through that head, does it?”

He hit the breaks suddenly, sending you forward until you stopped yourself with your hand pressed against the dashboard. Your chest heaved, panic settling in as he turned, wrapping one arm around you with his other hand still clenched around the wheel. “You ain’t gonna make this no fun for me tonight are ya? You’ve seen the way your friends come back if they don’t do what we pay you to do. Do you want that to happen to you?”

Shaking your head, you mumbled out a ‘no’, watching as his hand went from the steering wheel and to your face, carefully wiping away your tears. “No, you’re right. You don’t. So come on, put on a little smile and let’s have some fun, yeah?”

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They never went far with clients. That was always the rule. They could go as far as when the creek splits, but nothing past that. Too many have they lost from guys taking advantage of them and driving off with them, only to find them days - sometimes weeks - later face down off in the woods. It was a sight that would never leave Daniel, and now it seemed the only face he saw on those bodies were of you.

With his gun in his left hand and a flashlight in the other, Daniel stormed throughout the woods, marching through the thicket to find the stupid green mustang that you’d be in. He already went down the trail and didn’t find the car near the creek, so if he couldn’t find it in the woods, well...he could only hope he did.

It was pitch black out by now, the moon was high up in the sky that gave enough light when not covered by the trees. Daniel had dealt with these types of guys plenty of times - the assholes who think that just because he paid for a service, meant he could do whatever he wanted. No, no that’s not how it worked.

By the time he reached the edge of the treeline, spotting the twinkling waves from the water, he felt his heart sink. This was it. He had searched the bare trail and in the woods and still you weren’t anywhere to be found. He’d lost you, he had let you down. Feeling the tears prick at his eyes, Daniel blinked them away, nostrils flared as he became angry now, pacing in his spot, gun clenched tight in his hand as his heart began to race.

“Fuck!”

He knew that he wasn’t thinking at this point, his boot stomping into the ground until he grew tired, the rage consuming him. Daniel didn’t want to give up, he couldn’t, but where else would he have gone? He didn’t have a damn clue. But then, by some stroke of God, he saw it - the fucking car.

Across the creek hidden in the bushes was the green mustang. From his spot on the other side he couldn’t see you in the car, but he knew you couldn’t have been far. Without giving it another thought, he took off down the path, cutting across the slanted hill that split the creek in two and crept towards the other side of the creek, landing in the tall grass before making his way closer to the car.

When he reached the edge of the tall grass, he knelt and looked into the car, eyes squinting to try and get a better look, but still, he couldn’t see you in there. Standing up, Daniel carefully made his way to the car, popping his head up to look through the window in the backseat. While he didn’t want to see someone balls deep inside of you, right now he almost wishes he did - at least then he’d know you were okay.

Rounding the back of the car, looking around to see if maybe you were outside, his steps came to a stop when he finally saw you, in a small clearing in the thick of the bushes, on your back with your hands above your face. Your shirt looked as though it had been torn off, in two pieces surrounding you.

“Please! Please, don’t! Stop! Stop, I promise I’ll-”

Daniel couldn’t watch when you got a kick to the side, flinching away at the sound of your cries as the client above you, shirt off, continued to humiliate you. “Shut up! You hear me! Shut up! God, I can’t stand it when you cry!”

Your hands dropped to your side, curling up in a ball to conceal yourself from him, a whimper escaping your throat as you closed your eyes tightly, not wanting to watch if he decided that you hadn’t had enough.

But Daniel did. And it would end there.

Not bothering to stay quiet, Daniel stood up from his spot in the bushes, the leaves rustling as he stormed out and towards the two of you - not giving the man a second to speak before Daniel connected the flashlight to his head, sending him down onto ass before climbing on top of him, grabbing him by his throat and squeezing his hand around him.

Daniel didn’t have to say anything - the look in his eyes saying enough. His eyes, even darker than normal, stared wide at the man, whose face was turning a plum color from how quickly he was losing oxygen. He was struggling to get out of Daniel’s grasp, and feeling him struggle only made Daniel tighten his grip.

You were trying not to watch, too in shock at how violent the scene unfolded in front of you. Your hands were now covering your face, although you were still peeking between your fingers. The only time you closed your eyes was when Daniel finally raised his gun, your body flinching at the sound of it going off and the ‘thud’ of the body hitting the dirt.

Even though you knew he was dead, you still couldn’t bear to look at what was in front of you, too scared to see if maybe you were wrong and it wasn’t the client who was dead, but by some twisted joke, Daniel. You were shaking in your spot in the dirt, hands squished over your face tightly, a yelp escaping you when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“Shh, shh, it’s just me. It’s Daniel, hey, it’s okay. You’re safe now.”

Pulling your hands away slowly, you opened your eyes and looked up to see Daniel, crouched in front of you with a hand on your shoulder, a weak smile on his face. Your face contorted and a sob escaped you, your body falling into his as you hugged him tightly, face buried into his chest. Taken back by how scared you were, Daniel carefully wrapped his arms around you, holding you close until your sobs died down to a dull whimpering.

“Come on, let’s get you back home, okay?”

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

He carried you back to camp, his own jacket wrapped around you to conceal you with the lack of a shirt. When the two of you made it back, Daniel stopped at some of the men that were on patrol that night, explaining the situation down on the other side of the creek and for them to ‘take care of it’. You knew what it meant - dispose of the vehicle and any evidence that would point the blame back towards you all. You never liked to think about what they did, but this time, this time you did want to know.

Daniel carried you all the way to his trailer, inside until you reached his bathroom. He set you down and helped you walk in, letting you sit on the toilet while he sat across from you on the edge of the bathtub.

“Fuck, what were you even doin out there?”

You felt so naked in front of him - having him see you in such a broken state. You don’t know why, but you wanted to cry. No, you did know why, you were so pathetically humiliated and the wash of guilt was flooding over you.

“I- this hasn’t happened before,” You quipped back, a whimper escaping your throat, “He promised to take me away from it all, I thought I could trust hi-“

“Gimme a break, you ain’t no amateur. You’ve been out there longer than me and even I know not to trust anyone who makes promises,” He sat back on the edge of the tub, looking at you from your spot on the toilet, “You gotta be more careful. You hear me? I don’t need to be going out there and finding you face down on the side of the road.”

You dropped your head down, looking at your bloody knuckles. You could hear it in his voice how disappointed he was, how worried he was. yet you still went back, still went out on the street to meet with strangers at night.

But little did you know that he still looked at you in a way that beamed you as an angel. To him you were perfect - despite your job, your upbringing into The Highway, your own personal demons - he still saw you as something so pure and delicate it made his heart hurt every fucking time he saw you out there under The Highway…smoking a cigarette waiting for another customer.

“You can say it. I’m a fucking idiot.” You suddenly said, breaking the silence. Looking up and at Daniel, you frowned, cracked lips twitching as the heat from your black eye began to radiate. You knew it would be a long time before that healed.

You should’ve been dead with this last one. God did he get you good. You were lucky that Daniel found you when he did and pulled the guy off of you, otherwise, well - you wouldn’t be sitting here if he hadn’t.

Daniel smiled sadly your way and you didn’t notice it, but his own eyes began to glisten with tears. Shaking your head, you turned and looked away from him. “I’m sorry…” you choked out, your body soon breaking down as your hand came up to your face, shielding your tears from him, your other hand still on your knee.

You jumped slightly when you felt his warm hand on you, holding your hand that was on your knee. Hesitantly, you peeked through your fingers towards him, seeing him gently stroking your delicate hand with his fingers.

“The thought of losing you…it fucking kills me. You know that? I don’t…I don’t judge you for what you do, okay? Never, never. But you’re too nice, too naive. If I hadn’t got there when I did you would be-“

He was cut off by his own sobs, and you were surprised to say the least when you saw him break down, his gruff demeanor shattering. Your mouth fell open, unsure as to what to say. What could you say?

Moving carefully, you stood up and shakily took a step towards him, sitting on his leg while you took his face in your hands, tilting it up to look at you.

You didn’t have to say anything, your eyes saying enough. You smiled weakly at him and gently ran your fingers down his face, wiping away his tears. He closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, soon lulling his head forward to rest on your chest.

Your fingers moved from his face and to his hair, running through his long locks, your face nestled at the crown of his head, taking in his scent. You felt him wrap his arms around you, holding you close to him, tracing patterns in your back.

The two of you sat like that for several moments, neither of you rushing the moment. Eventually, though, you felt him pull back, his head moving up to look into your eyes. While his right hand still kept holding onto your waist, his left made its way up the side of your face, cupping your cheek and letting your head fall into his palm. For the first time in a long time, you felt safe.

When you opened your eyes, staring back at him, you couldn’t help but blush when he smiled back, feeling his right hand squeeze your waist - almost in a teasing manner. He only wanted to see you smile, cheer you up in any way that he could.

“Why do you stay around?” He asked suddenly, his voice quiet as he continued to hold you to him, stroking the side of your face and the side of your waist. Daniel noticed your smile fall as if you were preparing to admit something not good. His heart sank, worry washing over him.

He closed his eyes for a moment, feeling your thumbs caress his face, looking at him endearing, “Why do you stay around?” You pressed, wondering if maybe - just maybe - he thought the same as you. But you beat him to it, leaning forward slightly before your head jerked back slightly, catching yourself from getting too close. “Why would I leave you?”

And there it was - the confession that he had been praying for. Hearing you confirm that you felt the same way made the weight on his shoulders slip away. The laugh that escaped his mouth was more in shock than humorous. When you tilted your head, eyebrows furrowed, you suddenly became embarrassed - did he not think the same?

But then he kissed you, so deeply and sweet, a kiss you had never experienced before. You moaned from the suddenness of the kiss, melting into him as your hands slipped behind his head and around his neck, pulling yourself even closer onto his lap as the two of you continued to kiss.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, Daniel held you to him as he stood up, making his way out of the bathroom and down the hall into his bedroom, laying you carefully on the bed before pulling away. You couldn’t help but blush as he took you in, his eyes wandering over you.

“You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He whispered, his eyes finding yours again. He leaned forward to kiss you but felt your fingers on his lips, stopping him suddenly. Daniel felt his heart sink, was he being too pushy?

“Are you- are you sure you want to do this with me? I mean...since I, well…”

He knew where you were going with your comment and he could only frown, laying next to you on his side, propping himself up with his left elbow that sat next to your head, his right hand holding your face.

“Oh...no, no, why would you think that? Of course I want to do this with you,” He noticed you beginning to tear up and his expression fell, “Hey, hey...don’t cry, you’re okay.”

Pulling you close, he cradled your head under his chin, kissing your head as he let you cry it out. Stroking your temple with his thumb, he felt your body shake in his hold, your cries muffled by his shirt. He didn’t know what he could say to make you feel better, it was so fuckin heartbreaking to hear you talk the way you did about yourself.

“I can’t think of anyone else I would want to lay in bed with. I said I don’t judge you for what you do, and I meant that.”

Pushing away from him gently, you looked up at him, closing your eyes for a moment when he wiped away your tears. Unlike your client from earlier, Daniel was gentle, comforting you unlike the client who was torturing you. Perhaps you were scared to admit that you wanted to be intimate with Daniel, because deep down you only knew how sex worked when it came to your job - never for pure love.

“Do you want this? With me? You can tell me no and I won’t be mad, I promise you that. If you just want to lay here even, I’m okay with that. I just don’t ever want you out of my arms ever again. I want to know that you’re safe in my arms every night from this day on.”

At his confession, you could only smile, not sure what to say. Your brain was spinning so violently you were surprised that you were even able to stay focused on what he was saying. You went to scoot up but he stopped you, rolling over so you were slightly under him.

“Let me take care of you tonight for once, if you’d let me.” You smiled and finally nodded, a smile spreading across both of your faces before carefully the two of you leaned forward, lips meeting once again.

Slowly his fingers ran up and down the side of your body, moving closer to your breasts that were covered by your bra. Giving them a gentle squeeze, you moaned in his mouth and arched your back, pressing them into his hands more. Daniel smiled against your lips and reached around, unhooking your bra before pulling it off.

You watched as he slowly peppered kisses across your face, moving down your face and to your jawline, down your neck, across your chest, before finally reaching your breasts. He took one in his mouth, suckling until he heard you moaning before pulling away, moving to the other while his hands hooked onto the waistband of your skirt, pulling it down along with your panties.

Daniel pulled away from your breast and sat up, drinking in your naked form before taking your hands into his, squeezing them as he brought them to his lips, kissing over your bruised knuckles and teasingly nibbled on your fingers until he heard you laugh.

“So beautiful…” He murmured against your fingers, letting your hands drop down his chest before you hooked onto his shirt, pushing it up and with his help, pulling it off and onto the floor to join your clothes. With him still sitting up, your hands reached for his belt and swiftly pulled it off, undoing the button of his jeans before pushing them down with his jeans.

Before you could do anything else, Daniel coaxed you back into the bed, hovering over you with your legs spread apart, his hands rubbing up your inner thighs and squeezing them, his dick - now hard - rubbing against your entrance earning a sweet whine from you.

“You gonna take my whole cock baby? Do I finally get to make you mine after all these years?” He whispered, leaning forward and pressing his forehead to your own. Feeling you nod your head, you moaned and let your eyes roll back at the feeling of him teasingly pushing in you slowly before pulling out. “Yes...please, Daniel, please.”

He knew any other time he would press on with what you wanted, letting you beg longer before he finally gave you what you wanted and fucked you good. But this time, this night, he was going to make sure you were treated right.

“I got you, baby, just look at me, okay? I wanna see your pretty face when I fuck you.”

You nodded and looked into his eyes, smiling weakly when his mouth fell open, a faint ‘ahh’ escaping his lips, “There she is, my pretty girl.”

His endearing words sent you over the edge that night. Even with a black eye, cracked lips, and overall just a complete mess than what you normally looked like, he still made you feel like the prettiest girl in the room.

When he finally pushed into you, slowly bottoming out inside of you, the two of you moaned against one another’s lips, the vibration buzzing off each other. Daniel didn’t want this to be too much of a quickie - he would be honest and say he wouldn’t last as long as he would have liked - but he still wanted to take his time.

And that he did.

The pace he went was good for you, intoxicating even. With your legs and arms wrapped around him, you shifted up and down in the bed as he slowly fucked you, typically going in and out of you soft, but occasionally surprising you with a harder thrust. He enjoyed hearing your moans, especially the louder ones of surprise when he suddenly slapped his hips against yours.

His lips felt lonely and he leaned forward, capturing your lips into his with a deep kiss, his own teeth pulling at your lips gently before running his tongue along the bottom of your lip, pushing it in your mouth to mesh with your own.

You moaned against his mouth, your hands holding his face and you kissed him back, the scene almost sickening at how passionate the two of you were. It didn’t take long for you to pull away, your own climax beginning to rise. Letting out a whine, you pressed your forehead against the side of his face.

“Daniel, I- I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

The burning sensation that began to heat up in your core made your legs begin to shake. Gripping onto your thighs, Daniel picked up his pace a bit, his own climax rising too. “It’s okay, I got you. You’re doing so good.”

Daniel’s praises towards you did not help the sensation slow down, but you weren’t upset. Getting off to him- with him, made up for the entire evening. The sex wasn’t even bad, but given the circumstances of the night and how quick it went, you only could wish it lasted longer.

When the fireworks in your head finally went off, your body going slack, you tried to catch your breath as Daniel still continued to rut inside of you, grunting at the feeling of you tightening around him. His pace became even quicker, almost animalistic before he finally snapped his hips in you one more time, cumming deep inside of you.

Collapsing down on top of you, Daniel desperately tried to catch his breath, his head rested against your breasts, legs tangled in with yours. You both had your eyes closed, mouths open as you panted. You felt the softness of his beard against your chest and you smiled, the safe feeling coming back. Your fingers gently ran through his hair, pushing it back as you grew tired.

Before you could fall asleep, Daniel had gotten up and left for the bathroom, coming back with a rag to clean the two of you off before he tossed the rag with his dirty clothes, crawling into bed beside you and pulling you close, kissing the top of your head. It didn’t take long before the two of you finally fell asleep.

⋆ ⋆ ⋆

The warmth of the sun cast down on your face as you leaned your head out the window, resting against your arms as you smiled. The sky was still pink from the sunrise and the world around you was quiet - peaceful. The soft music that played from Daniel’s radio was the only voice you heard.

Glancing over to his right, Daniel smiled at the sight of how calm you were, enjoying the moment while he drove the two of you down the highway in his truck. With his left hand on the steering wheel, his right hand found your hand, bringing your hand up for a kiss before resting it back down beside you. He shifted to get comfortable and make you comfortable when he felt you shift and curl up into him, your head resting against his chest.

After you had fallen asleep, that same night Daniel decided that it was finally time for you two to get away - to start the life the two of you deserved. He packed up his trailer and shoved both of your belongings into the back of his truck, the trailer hitched to the back of his truck. It wasn’t a perfect home by any means, but it was your home and that’s what mattered most.

It didn’t matter where you went, so long as you had each other. And the first time in a long time, the two of you were finally free.

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pre-slash geraskier, angst with happy ending, whump, bodyswap, hc

1800 words

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“Dammit Jaskier, did you really have to call her that—“

Geralt stops mid-sentence, hand flying up to his own throat to stop the sound that has come from his mouth. He’s panting slightly, the witch having thrown them through a shoddy excuse for a portal into some endless partition of wilderness.

It looks like Velen. He’s sure it’s Velen.

His fingers crawl up his throat to his face, feeling slight stubble instead of the beard Geralt has grown over their weeks on the Path, which blankets a thinner face than Geralt is accustomed to. He looks down, expecting to see leather armor covering black cloth, the straps that cross his chest to hold his swords at his back, only to see silk; red, and gleaming with gold stitching across his torso.

Jaskier’s favorite.

He curses inwardly, kicks himself mentally for bringing the damn bard along. Of course he couldn’t keep his mouth shut, of course just as Geralt had finished his business with her and was accepting payment the foppish dandy had to go run his mouth.

“My dear, I thought witches could keep themselves young forever, and well, I think we can all see that maybe you aren’t as powerful as you try to appear—“

The bard had got no further than that. Witches and mages have notoriously short tempers and Jaskier knows this—and yet, here they are.

Thrown away like refuse and trapped in each others’ bodies.

Geralt can feel the snarl on his lips and it feels entirely wrong, the shape of his mouth pulling where usually it would not. He feels small and light, where usually the bulk of his own muscle would weigh him down at every turn, and as he lifts his hand to marvel at the foreign sensations, he gapes at his long and slender fingers.

Geralt has always felt…something about Jaskier’s hands, something he struggles to name. Sometimes he thinks it admiration—for their ability and their elegance. Where Geralt’s are toughened by hard labor and age, Jaskier’s have always been the complete opposite.

Geralt has held them, a time or two, and the almost feminine quality to them is a novelty. He looks at them now, controlling them as he clenches and spreads them, flipping them over to see unblemished skin and pale knuckles. He’s so engrossed for a moment that the rest isn’t noticed immediately.

Silence.

Pure, blessed silence.

It surrounds him, like a cocoon, like thick wool wrapped up to his ears in softness and calm. Geralt has lost his age—he stopped caring decades ago, after all, the information does him no good—but he knows he’s over a century by now, and yet he can’t remember the last time he felt like this. A time when every snap of a twig or breath of the people around him could be heard and analyzed for danger. Hypervigilance. Always, always Geralt is ready. For his next fight, his next job, the next time he must defend himself from the world that dislikes him for no good reason. His time before the trials is blurry at best, forgotten at worst, and he decides right now that this is the most peace he’s ever felt.

He should have known it wouldn’t last.

“Ger-Geralt,” Jaskier gasps as he falls to his knees inside a witcher’s body.

It’s strange hearing his own voice sound so vulnerable, broken, breathy and quiet as he rushes to Jaskier’s side while the bard’s chest—his own chest—rises and falls rapidly. The comfortable silence inside his mind is restless now; Jaskier’s suffering is loud and insistent in an intangible way. It always has been.

“It burns Geralt—“ Jaskier bites out between clenched teeth, canines long and conspicuous. It’s strange seeing his own body like this, housing Jaskier’s soul, his very being. It clenches something in Geralt’s chest that he has not time to name.

“Jaskier, what is it? Tell me what’s wrong.”

Had the witch done something else to him? In her anger had she cursed the bard, hurt him in some other way? He can’t smell blood—but then again he wouldn’t be able to now, would he?

Jaskier’s body is heaving, on his knees and doubled over like some wounded thing. Geralt can see tears fall and hit the dirt, nails scrabbling for purchase at Geralt’s borrowed forearm, nearly tearing at the thick fabric of Jaskier’s frivolous doublet.

“My head, it’s exploding— It’s too much— How do you…” Jaskier starts and stops and slowly, in horror, the reality washes over Geralt.

While Geralt enjoys his first peace in an era, Jaskier has been dropped into a pit of torture.

Immediately Geralt places slender hands over Jaskier’s ears, attempting to muffle the onslaught of sensation that he must feel. Every sound, every vibration must be pounding at Jaskier’s head, wave after wave of movement, life, the earth shoving its way into Jaskier’s consciousness.

Jaskier’s golden eyes connect with Geralt’s borrowed blue, wide and wet, before he promptly turns and vomits onto the ground.

“Jaskier, I’m sorry, I’m sorry just—hold on.”

He doesn’t know what to do. They’re an unknown distance from the one who caused this—from relief—and yet Jaskier can hardly handle minutes of this. Jaskier chokes and spits, his entire body trembling under Geralt’s palms and the witcher can do nothing but stroke gentle thumbs over wet cheeks. It hurts him when Jaskier rises again, looking with pained eyes at Geralt. He doesn’t speak, Geralt isn’t sure if he really can, yet his eyes plead with Geralt to end it, please I can’t take it.

Geralt doesn’t know how he understands these words without hearing them, but they only drive the stake further into his heart.

Jaskier is suffering, and it’s Geralt’s fault.

He can remember, now especially, how those first weeks had been at Kaer Morhen after the trials were complete. Utter agony and sleepless nights as he withered away with the inability to keep anything down. Sound, feeling, pain overwhelming him constantly until his body could adjust. He remembers the fevers, Vesemir by his bedside with cool cloths and the kindest words he could remember hearing in recent memory.

He thought he would die.

“End it, please I don’t want to do this anymore—“

But he had survived…and somewhere along the way he had forgotten the beginning, the mutagens running through his veins like fire and adding to the never ending harshness of his new life. Now, however, he remembers in startling clarity.

Jaskier won’t survive this.

Geralt brings Jaskier to his smaller chest, forcing one ear against his rabbiting, human heart all while holding his hand closed over the other—acting as a beacon, a point of focus for Jaskier’s hearing that takes in everything around them. It won’t fix anything, but Geralt hopes it will help. Jaskier shivers, his breaths stuttered and sick, gasps taken between chattering teeth. Geralt knows his real body will be fine, it hasn’t stopped being a witcher’s after all, no matter who holds the reins, but Jaskier’s mind…humans were not built for this. They are fragile, temporary things.

Geralt feels panic bubble up within him and it is a sensation he hasn’t felt in a long time.

Geralt feels fear, contrary to popular belief, though not for himself. He has felt fear on behalf of others many times, but it is dull, manageable. He can easily breathe through it and tackle the situation at hand, the slow beat of his heart keeping the adrenaline from flooding his veins. But Jaskier’s body is mortal and weak in this regard, and he feels it slam into him, sharp and all encompassing as his stomach lurches when the bard falters beneath his palm, sagging with exhaustion so quickly that Geralt struggles to hold him up. Geralt’s borrowed muscles strain, but they hold; to be honest, Jaskier’s body is stronger than Geralt would have given him credit for.

He tightens his hold on the bard, and a thought suddenly occurs to him.

“Jaskier, you’re going to be alright, I want you to listen to my voice.”

Jaskier’s voice has always been calming to Geralt, and so he does the only thing he can think of: he talks.

About what, he doesn’t know; he certainly doesn’t have the wherewithal to make a coherent storyline, but he babbles all the same. He speaks of Roach and his contracts, his brothers and his childhood—the good parts that he remembers and his early days on the Path.

All the while he runs hands through white strands, putting a pleasant (he hopes) pressure against Jaskier’s scalp. He remembers Eskel doing this for him in those early days; it helped. He hopes it helps now.

He doesn’t know how long they sit there awkwardly upon the ground, Geralt’s untrained legs falling numb as his knees begin to ache. The time doesn’t matter, only keeping the pain at bay, the war against Jaskier’s fragile mind as it rages and slashes at the door.

Eventually Jaskier’s stamina gives out, and he falls, but only so far. Geralt catches him, and after folding his legs out from beneath him with a grimace, lays his actual body against his borrowed one, Jaskier’s head falling to the side in his unconsciousness. All the while long, slender fingers never stop carding through white strands.

Geralt lets the panic ebb away, having come up with a plan some time ago while holding Jaskier so close they practically felt like one. Jaskier’s bag lays to Geralt’s right, just at arms length and inside he knows the xenovox is cradled between extra pairs of garish clothing. When Geralt had remembered, he had never been so happy that Jaskier tended to keep his things on him rather than tied up with Roach.

Roach. With a sigh Geralt realizes he needs to find her too. Another thing to take care of after the witch.

He won’t forgive her for what she’s done.

With ginger movements so as to not wake the sleeping bard on his lap, he grabs the bag and soon finds what he is looking for. He savors the moment of quiet that has descended in Jaskier’s sleep, letting the panic and fear that tastes bitter on his tongue disappear into a practiced ease.

Yennefer will be annoyed with him, and once Geralt has gotten over what has just happened, he in turn will be annoyed with Jaskier. The bard got them into this mess after all. But as he looks down on Jaskier, his own sleeping form—a shudder going through him at the wrongness of it all—he decides perhaps not.

The bard has gone through enough, after all.

A voice comes over the device, slightly muffled and crackling, “Geralt?”

“Yen.”

“The bard? What are you doing with this, this wasn’t for your use.”

“Yen, it’s Geralt.”

Silence rests between them for a moment, the only sound Geralt hears with his human ears being the rustling of wind through the trees around him. He tries to savor it.

She sighs. “Oh, for fucks sake.”

He smiles.

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athina-blaine · 3 years

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MoMM Chapter 5 - The Storm, Part 2 (Preview #1)

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The Storm, Part 1

All he could do now was outlast this storm. Stay sane. No use agonising over the things he couldn’t change. Mum was …

He let out a long exhale, pushing through the weight that lingered on his chest.

Mum was going to have to carry on without him. She was a survivor, after all. He had faith. He just hoped things didn't change too much while he was gone– that the world will still be recognisable.

With Jon’s help, his eyes full of light and concern, and his small, scarred hand gently holding Martin's, he might stand a chance of making it.

The Storm, Part 2

Dear Mum

How have you been doing? I’ve been well. I’m sorry my letter’s a bit late this month, but things have been a little topsy-turvy. I wish I could tell you more about what was going on, but I hardly understand it all myself.

I’m out of a job. Things ended badly and I’m sure I won’t be welcome back at the Lord’s estate, but I’ll do my best to find something else as soon as I can. Something better. I’ll work twice as hard. I know it won’t make up for the missing payments, but I’ll try to make things right.

I’m trying to keep a stiff upper lip in the meantime. I’ve met someone, and he’s been helping me through all this. We’ve started working on a garden together. I know you’ve always hated gardening, but maybe he and I can grow something remarkable that’ll impress you. Jon doesn’t have much hope, but I’m sure there’s a respectable gardener somewhere between the two of us.

I think you’d like him. He’s kind.

Love,

Martin

“Jon, these all look the same to me.”

“This is a tulip seed. I’m certain of it.”

“Are you? Because on the pamphlet, it looks like an azalea.”

“Those don’t look anything alike.”

“Just drop it in the pit, will you? We’ll figure out what it is at some point.”

With a sigh, Jon did as told, settling back on his haunches as Martin filled the pit back in with soil. “Is it just me, or does this not strike you as proper gardening?”

“Would either of us know what proper gardening looked like?”

“… That’s a fair enough point, I suppose.”

Taking a deep breath, Jon closed his eyes, shaking out his shoulders. Wiggled, honestly. Did he even know he did that? The wiggling. Like a cat preparing to pounce. Martin had to bite his inner cheek to keep from grinning at the image.

Jon had hung his cloak at the greenhouse entrance and once again Martin was able to appreciate how small the man was, for all the space he took in Martin’s head. Dirt crusted his clipped fingernails and he’d smeared a streak of soil on his cheek. A child begging to be scolded for ruining their Sunday best. Martin didn’t think the man would be so comfortable being filthy.

Comfortable. Perhaps that’s what captivated Martin.

After everything the man had been through – years of loneliness and years more of a nightmare come to life – he still managed to be so … normal? Martin didn’t like how that word tasted, but it was the only one he could think of. Martin had only suffered a few weeks and that had been enough to make him go a bit looney. But Jon …?

“How did you do it?”

“Hmm? Do what?”

“Stay … I don’t know, yourself?” Martin rubbed the back of his neck, eyes dropping to the plots. Maybe this hadn’t been the best time to start this particular conversation, but the question had poured out of his mouth. “I mean, I’ve only been here a month and I've already almost gone off my rocker at least once. I guess what I’m trying to say is you’re … remarkably well-adjusted?”

An eyebrow popped up. “Who says I’m well-adjusted?”

“I– Well–”

“Should I have a wild beard, then? A mad glint to my eyes?”

“Well, I’m not sure about a beard, but you haven’t seen yourself chopping radishes.”

“What? It’s satisfying. You understand, don’t you?” Jon scraped the shadowy stubble on his jaw. “Could never grow a beard, anyway. Too patchy.”

“I’m sure it would look brilliant.”

Jon hummed as he absently dug at a pit with the trowel. Martin fidgeted with the azalea seeds in his palm (maybe tulips?), before he bit his lip. Bit of a rude question, after all. Hey, why aren’t you insane actually? Probably not the best time to ask.

But as Martin opened his mouth, Jon sighed.

“To be honest, I barely noticed the difference at first. I’d already spent so much of my time alone in the archives, so by the time I was truly alone, I … supposed I’d already gotten used to it?”

Martin struggled to temper his expression, heart shattering in his chest. He hadn’t expected a nice answer, but something about Jon’s casual shrug made it all a little bit worse. Could Martin, for all his own loneliness, even imagine what that’s like? Being so alone that by the time his house has been emptied, he didn’t even notice the difference?

A chill crawled up Martin’s arms, far too familiar and unwelcome in the warmth of the greenhouse. There had to be something he could do or say that could be helpful here. Something that could ease Jon’s burden, if only slightly.

“Well, it must have been nice not having to wear trousers all the time, at least.”

“… What?”

Martin blinked, processing his own words, and his face blazed with heat. “W-well, you live alone, you don’t have to wear trousers. That’s one of the perks, right?”

“No! What would even– What purpose would that serve?”

“I mean, you’re basically doing the same thing already. Just, you know, in the opposite direction.”

“I have no idea what you could be referring to.”

“Right, sure. And you just like swanning about in that great big billowing cloak of yours, because …? It’s silk, it’s not as if it’s keeping you warm.”

The undertones of Jon’s face glowed. His eyes dropped to his fingers, picking the dirt out of his cuticles.

“I … That’s different. I just enjoy the way it feels.”

“Not that different. It’s about the indulgence.”

Jon rolled his eyes. With a lurch, he plucked up one of the seeds and stuffed it into the soil, and Martin leaned back as he tamped the pit with manic zeal before he settled back down with a huff, crossing his arms.

Martin gave the satchel a little shake. “Was that a tulip or an azalea?”

Jon stiffened, eyes widening. “I-I, uh … I’m not sure? I wasn’t really looking.”

Their eyes met and the air hung heavy between them. Jon’s lips quivered. Martin’s cheeks grew sore holding his expression in place.

Then, a burst of giggles erupted between them. Jon keeled over, clutching his sides, and Martin quickly ran out of air, chest aching as he gasped for breath.

Jon recovered first, wiping his eye and smearing more dirt onto his cheek. “I … I suppose I can concede that the logic is similar.” He looked unhinged, deranged, and his eyes sparkled brightly as he sheepishly dug out the seed that might have been a tulip.

At least Martin could make him laugh. Not the most helpful thing, but it was something.

That chill didn’t go away, though, not entirely. It lingered on the tips of Martin’s fingers and the chambers of his heart, even as they both stood, wiping their hands of dirt. Did Jon notice it, too? His expression remained content and tranquil as he prepared the watering can, a gentle, absent-minded smile tweaking his mouth.

Martin tried to shake off the feeling.

It was probably just his imagination.

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jacks-wylan · 3 years

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Follow me home

Here’s my @thewitchersecretsanta for @itsmajel. Sorry for the late, darling! I hope you like it, even if it’s not what I had in mind at first and rushed a bit at the end (life got in the way sobs). Still, i hope you appreciate geralt and jaskier being horse girls, the almost-not-fake-marriage and a little cameo of Valdo Marx that does nothing at all (but come on, everyone wants Valdo to be present at Jaskier’s wedding right?)

❀

The missive is delivered right in his hand one fine morning, at the start of spring. Geralt is minding his own business, sipping a piss–tasting ale in the darkest corner of a tavern in Oxenfurt, and he's waiting for his bard to deign him of his flamboyant presence as he has done for almost twenty years now.

Jaskier is late, though, and Geralt can't help but frown, worried, when a boy – a young boy, dressed in a rich uniform – bows to him and calls him Sir Witcher, handing him the letter. To be honest, the whole gesture scares him: no one ever bowed to him before.

When he opens the missive, Geralt sighs, recognizing immediately Jaskier's flourish handwriting.

“My dearest friend,” he reads, and that is not a good sign. “If I only try to write the real reason of my absence there by your side in Oxenfurt, a single parchment would not be enough, and I am quite sure you would not even read the whole ordeal, ignoring my request of aid. Once you reach for me here in my birthplace, I will explain everything. Please, my friend, I beg you to come here in Lettenhove as soon as possible. I don't have much time left.” Geralt blinks, “What the fuck.”

Geralt feels his heart dropping down in his stomach, dread pooling there as he scrambles up from the chair, grabs his swords, leaves some coins on the table, and runs outside. He doesn't even mind the next words written in the missive, the gentle, “Yours always, Jaskier.”

He just puts the already crumpled piece of parchment in Roach's saddlebag, hops on the horse, and heads towards Lettenhove – ignoring the shouts of the same boy that has delivered the missive. He knows the way, he doesn't fucking need company, and also, whoever he was he would just slow him down.

And Jaskier hasn't much time left.

He rides for a day and a half, avoiding inns and taverns, sleeping just when needed. He follows the seashore, remembering from conversation that Geralt pretended to ignore that Jaskier passed his childhood bathing in salty waters, breathing fish–smelling air. He remembers that whenever he played in Kerack courts, he always said that it felt like home.

Jaskier never once mentioned Lettenhove, though.

Geralt arrives in Lettenhove by twilight. It's a cheerful city, decorated for a festivity he has no knowledge of. There is a bonfire in the middle of the marketplace, already lit, with some people dancing and drinking wine around it, children laughing and screaming as they play catch. He watches around, in search of a familiar colorful figure, but he sees nothing of importance, so he heads toward the nearest tavern, set on asking every single soul if they know anything of Jaskier the Bard.

He growls at the stableboy, when he takes Roach's reins from his hands. “You know of a bard around here?” he asks the boy, helping him take the saddle off Roach.

The boy nods, guarded, “Well, yes! A bard is going to play tomorrow, for the wedding!”

“Wedding?”

“Don't you know, sir?” the boy cocks his head to the side, watching him from the other side of Roach. Another one that calls him sir, that's kind of creepy. “The long lost Viscount is finally going to marry tomorrow! That's why we are all celebrating.”

Geralt hums. Jaskier probably has been called to play at his birthplace court, and he needs assistance for this. Maybe one of the many ladies he loves is the future bride of the Viscount, who probably Jaskier hates for no reason at all, and for this Jaskier has brought misfortune upon his head: what if he's imprisoned? What if tomorrow, instead of his performance, Jaskier will be hanged beside the bonfire because he fucked the wrong maiden?

Damn him and his cock, “And this bard, you remember his name?”

“No, sir. I'm just a stableboy.” the boy shrugs, “Don't know who're the lord's hosts. But I got a glimpse of him when he came the other day, and he's really...” he scrunches his young face, “Excessive.”

Gods, yes. That's definitively Jaskier.

Geralt nods as a thanks, trying not to think about the the worst, and heads towards the inn. It's not the first time Geralt has to pay for Jaskier's debt in order to take him out of prison, and it's definitely not the first time he has to help Jaskier escape from imprisonment, and yet, now something seems... off. Geralt can't quite pinpoint what, though.

He eats soup, and drinks water. No one is looking at him feed himself alone at a table, too busy in the wedding's arrangements to pay attention to a lonely Witcher – as weird as it is. He takes a room, and the innkeeper doesn't grimace nor make him pay more while handing him the key, and it's probably the merry time around that makes all this people happy and all, but it still feels so damn strange.

“We will tell the Viscount of your arrival!” says the innkeeper, as he goes upstairs. Geralt just shrugs: he doesn't know why, and he doesn't care. If they have a job for him, he can ask Jaskier's freedom as a payment, at least.

For now, he just drops his belongings on the floor next to his bed, and lays on it to try gaining some sleep. Tomorrow, whatever happens, surely Geralt has to fight against something – be it a drowner or two, or a regiment of soldiers.

The next day, Geralt wakes up with someone stomping as they run up the stairs, stopping in front of his door and knocking loudly, too loudly. He groans, and glancing at the window he left open the night before, he notices that it's barely dawn – he has a half mind to just ignore the nuisance and go back to sleep, but he suddenly remember why he finds himself in Lettenhove in the first place and thinks better of it.

Slowly, he gets up, passing a hand on his eyes to wipe the sleep away, and the person on the other side of the door hasn't enough patience nor time, this morning, because they knock again and shout: “Geralt! Open up, I know you're awake, you oaf!”

Geralt blinks. That voice is definitely Jaskier's.

He walks to the door and unlocks it. Immediately, Jaskier pushes the handle, and if Geralt wasn't a fucking Witcher with quite good reflexes, the angle of the door would have definitely hit his forehead. Not a great start, for the day, it would be. “Geralt! My darling friend! You are here just in time!”

“Jaskier.” Geralt says, calmly. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“What does it mean, what the fuck I am doing here?” Jaskier passes under his raised arm to enter inside his room, in his hand a heavy bag from where a mouth–watering smell comes. “That was I that called you here, remember? I believe you got my letter. I brought breakfast!”

Geralt grits his teeth, following him as he makes himself at home. “Yes, that's why I don't understand why you aren't in prison.”

Jaskier frowns, as he puts fruits and sweet rolls out of the bag. “I totally have no idea why you think I should be in prison right now.”

“You little– here, look.” Geralt grabs his satchel and takes out Jaskier's letter, showing him the peculiar words he'd chosen. “Please, my friend, I beg you to come here in Lettenhove as soon as possible. I don't have much time left.” he reads with a growl. Gods, seeing him here safe and sound is a relief, but he feels like he's been mocked, and it irritates him. “I though you were in danger, Jaskier, so I came here– wait, why you signed it...? Yours always...?”

Jaskier tears the letter off his hands, a panicked expression twisting his face, “It was in the heat of the moment, alright? I though I was gonna die any day without you – I mean, without your help to take me out of this mess. Don't mind it!” he folds the letter and puts it in his silk trouser's pocket. “Anyway, I think that explanations are in order.”

“You think?”

Jaskier rolls his eyes. Then, he motions at the food he's served on the bed, “In the meantime, eat. The tale is long, and kinda boring.” Once Geralt is seated on the floor by the bed, a sweet roll in his mouth, Jaskier seems to be enough satisfied to start explaining. He does it with a huff, blowing a strand of hair away from his eyes – and Geralt no, he has totally not followed the motion with barely concealed awe, “My friend, before your arrival, I really thought this would have been the end for me. You are my only hope to make it out alive.”

“What have you done?” Geralt asks, flatly.

“Absolutely nothing – apart being born. You see, my darling Witcher, there are things that are... expected from me. My father actually pretends those things that I, no, I totally refuse to do. One of those things, is marring a completely unknown rich woman just for the sake of... you know, I really don't know why. Perhaps is because people will now stop spreading rumors about me, or worse yet because my father expects an, ugh, an heir. From me! My sister gave birth last summer, and he still expects me to have an heir! Isn't one enough, I wonder? How many heirs a Count needs, to be in peace with himself? It's really beyond my comprehension.”

“Jaskier, wait.” Geralt almost chokes on the sweet roll he is swallowing at Jaskier's words. Did he hear it right? Is he talking about marriage and children? Is he really Jaskier the man in front of him, or he's a doppler trying to fuck up with him? “The wedding is yours?” he asks, and that was really the last of his worries, but evidently all his mind and mouth were able to elaborate is just that.

“Unfortunately, yes. Thank all the Gods that you are here just in time, Geralt! One more day, and it would have been one day too late.” Jaskier walks towards the window, and looks down at the decorations with a dreadful grimace pulling his mouth. “Can you believe that hateful man how far is gone with this farce? With this charade? Hell, he even called the worst bard of the entire Continent to play during the banquet!” he sniffs, outraged. “But you're here! I shouldn't have doubted you! I have a plan to make all of this blown up, and you are the centerpiece of it.”

“The stableboy mentioned this bard. I thought it was you, by his description.”

Jaskier gapes, widening his big, blue eyes in a comical way, “Sad that he's gonna lose his job for this! Gods, how dares he compare me to that... that scoundrel–”

Geralt shakes his head, an amused smile tugging his lips. He's gonna admit it, he feels mostly confused by the stream of words coming out of Jaskier, as always. He just understands that he has an important role in his plan to not get married, and he guesses that he will help him regardless of his motives. Jaskier is... a free spirit. Geralt can't see him married off with someone, unless his wife–to–be is alright in never see him again because he'll be too busy walk the Path with him.

Hm. That is why the thought of Jaskier married is so foreign, so strange, so unbelievable? Because that would mean Geralt will never have him around again, in that case?

Geralt frowns, and raises his eyes to look how the bard is still muttering offenses against the young stableboy, “Isn't the Viscount the one who's gonna get married?”

“Yes, 'tis I, Julian Alfred Pankratz, the willingly estranged Viscount that has finally returned home to his so boring obligations and blah blah blah.” Jaskier motions in the air with his hand. Then, he blinks, looking down at Geralt, “I did never tell you this, didn't I?”

“That you were a fucking Viscount? No, Jaskier.” says Geralt, and he knows that he's able to conceal the bitterness in his voice – and yet, considering the guilty faces Jaskier is making, he probably didn't do it right this time.

“I beg for your forgiveness, my friend. I never told you this not because I don't trust you, because I do. You know that, and never doubt it again.” Jaskier sighs, and finally he walks away from the window to sit next to him on the floor, “It's just that... I always run away from this life, even in my mind it's always been like I've never lived here before, never borne here, that there weren't people waiting for me to stop being egoistical and take my responsibilities. This is the reason I never mentioned it before, you have nothing to do with that.”

Geralt can understands this, and he'd be too hypocritical of him to say that he doesn't do the same – he, too, runs away from unwanted, from scaring, responsibilities. So he just nods, and Jaskier smiles, relieved.

“I bet you are wondering why I am here, then. Why I don't run away from here once again.”

“I bet you're gonna tell me anyway.”

Jaskier gasps, a hand dramatically posed on his lips, “That I'll do! How did you know that?” he chuckles, then gets quiet. “Mhh, well, it's for another egoistical reason. I'm just tired to run away from... from what is my home, after all, I hate it or not, it still is. My mother died this summer, and I wasn't here to give her one last kiss. Actually, I don't ever remember the last time I've seen her, and now all I have is a grave.” he shrugs, as if he doesn't even care. Geralt can smell, though, in his scent, a touch of sadness, and regret. “My sister gave birth to the chubbiest baby I've ever met in my entire life, and I wasn't here for her. I wasn't here for her for her wedding either. What I'm trying to say, Geralt, is that I want too much to be free to also come here, just once in a while, to bring present to my nephew and lay flowers on my mother's tomb.”

Geralt clears his throat, slightly uncomfortable, “I'm sorry for your mother.”

“Don't be. Last time I've seen her, I was eighteen. My sister almost didn't remember my face, when I came here a couple of months ago.”

Geralt hums, and grabs an apple. “So, this plan?”

“Yes, the plan.” Jaskier claps his hands, and absentmindedly accepts the apple Geralt is handing him. “Today is the wedding day, and I'm going to meet the lovely lady my father has chosen for me, but! Listen this, because you will totally praise my brilliant mind this time.” he takes a bite at the apple, munching with fervor as he tries to gather the words to explain his so brilliant plan, and Geralt feels a smile tugging at his lips at the sight. He's ridiculous. Geralt is, too, obviously. “I organized a horse race.”

Geralt frowns, “Good.”

“It'll make sense, hear me out. I somehow convinced my father to accept this my... caprice. He thinks that it is just to entertain the guests, but I made very clear that it will be the winner who's gonna marry me! At this point, I guess my father doesn't really care who will be my bride, as long as I'll be married once and for all. And, and,” he stops Geralt before he could ask clarifications with a finger closing his lips, “I will participate. You will do in my behalf, of course, you know I can't ride a horse for shit, and I am so sure that Roach will make the other horses eat her dust! I will win the race, and I'm gonna marry myself.”

“That's...”

“Brilliant?”

“Stupid. It will never work.”

“Whaaat?” Jaskier pouts, crossing his arms against his chest, “Why? It has to work!”

Geralt knows that nobles gets embarrassingly excited by these kind of things – the scoops, the scandals, and whatever they comports – but he doesn't think that a scam like this will work. Not that Geralt knows his father at all, in what way he's going to react at Jaskier's, hm, trap, but if he really wants Jaskier married and soon–to–be–father, he won't surely accept the whole 'I won at a game so I will marry myself' thing.

Hence, this is stupid. But looking at the sad pout on Jaskier's face, Geralt can't find in himself the power to tell him that his plan has all kinds of holes in it. So, he mutters, “If... if you're sure about it.”

“I am! So, you're on?”

“Do I have a choice?”

“Of course,” Jaskier rolls his eyes, fondly, as he does every time Geralt says something uncalled for. “You always have a choice, my dear. After all, there will be a lot of nobles, a lot of meaningless chatters, a lot of stabbing behind the backs, a lot of songs from a terribly bard. I wouldn't wish it even to my worst enemy. Well, sure, without your help I'd die within the day, slicing my own throat with a cutlery out of desperation and boredom, but this is not a forcing towards you by any means.”

Geralt smacks his shoulder, and Jaskier shrieks an amused ouch, massaging the hit spot. Put like this, he no, he really doesn't have a choice. How could he leave him be, when Jaskier is looking at him with those puppy eyes, with his lower lip slightly protruding, with those desperate words about his demise?

Well, he knew that he wouldn't have any choice since he received his letter back in Oxenfurt.

“Fine.” he sighs, then, “What do I have to do?”

“Nothing too complicated, darling. You just have to be faster than my... fiance's horse. Actually, I think Roach would do most the work. Never joined a horse race before?”

“Have you ever seen me in one?” he asks, rhetorically. No one would challenge him in anything, nor offer him to join a competition that, usually, is for noble's entertainment, so it's naive of Jaskier to ask something like this. But Geralt knows that Jaskier, most of the time, doesn't fully comprehend how people take Geralt at arm's length, and gets mad when he witnesses the – maybe deserved, maybe not – cruelty they have towards him.

“No, but maybe you have in my absence. Who knows what you do when I'm not around!”

“I do what I always do, Jaskier. I walk the Path, I fight, and I try to survive. I have no time for games.”

Jaskier scrunches his face, clearly discontent of his words, “So unfair.”

It doesn't matter if it's fair or unfair, it's still Geralt's life, and Jaskier needs to understand that nothing will ever change, no matter the fact that he doesn't like it and he deems it humanly wrong.

So Geralt doesn't respond, and a quiet silence falls on them whilst they finish their breakfast. Jaskier wipes away the apple juice from his mouth with the hem of his luxurious chemise, and the gesture is so little nobility that Geralt still doesn't believe the fact that in front of him there is a Viscount. That the bard that followed him for almost two decades is a Viscount – and he had no clue at all.

Jaskier winces and grimaces, when people start to shout and sing and claps from the roads outside. “We need to go. My wife–to–be is probably arrived.” he rolls his eyes, raising from the floor and reaching out to help him do the same. “I bet my precious lute that she is as unhappy as me about this arrangement. Gods, I don't even know her name! She probably doesn't know mine either! This is bullshit.”

Grabbing his stretched hand, Geralt prepares himself to what's about to happen.

He doesn't have a good feeling about this.

Jaskier's fiance is flawless, with a curved body and straight blond hair. She's not a teenager as Pavetta was during her wedding – the only banquet Geralt has ever participated, and he's for the first time in all his long life praying that this won't end like hers ended – and she walks with her chin held high, an expressionless stare pointed in front of her. Maybe it's her face, but Geralt thinks that Jaskier is probably right, and she's as unhappy as he is in this whole situation. After all, a lot of years passed since Jaskier was twenty and ready – for his father, at least – to get married: she has probably found someone else to love in Jaskier's absence, because her brown, stricken eyes resemble so much Pavetta's.

Well, Geralt thinks. Maybe Jaskier's plans will work, if he has his fiance's support.

Geralt watches as Jaskier and his fiance's meet for the first time in the farthest corner of the main square, with Roach neighing quietly next to him. Jaskier's eyes are full of pity, as he, with a sweet, small smile, kisses the back of her hand, so lightly that his lips doesn't even touch her sun–kissed skin. They don't exchange words apart for empty pleasantries, and Geralt feels an hollow inside of him at the sight.

He doesn't want a meaningless, unloved marriage for Jaskier.

He nudges Roach forward as the cheerful crowd follows the soon–to–be–wed couple to the magnificent palace at the end of the main road. He doesn't think Geralt will be welcomed there inside, no matter what Jaskier wants – he is too busy with his father and fiance, right now, to mind his comfort – but he thinks that, at least, he can go in the Pankratz's stables, considering that Roach will be one of the horses that will compete.

He is surprised, though, to find a servant in there that shows him the way inside the palace, indicating him where to go to the chambers allocated to him. He's too confused to try asking for explanations, and too stunned to growl at the stableman as he takes Roach's reins from his hands.

Maids prepare him a bath, and new, perfumed clothes are brought to him. Geralt doesn't feel enough relaxed to take off his armor and stay only with the clothes Jaskier – obviously – sent to him, so when he heads to the stables again, he tries to ignores the confused stares from servants and maids as he walks the corridors with frilly, clean clothes under his stained, clearly old armor.

In the stable, he finds himself to be surprised again, when he sees Jaskier nuzzling Roach's nose, hugging her neck from time to time as he murmurs sweet nothings in her flicking ears. “You will be my forever heroin, Roach, if you win this race. I know, I know, it's child's play for you, my horses – or, everyone's horses, don't get so offended, Gods – are snails compared to you, my girl. Still, you have to give all your might, regardless of the incompetence of others.”

Roach snorts, and tries to bite Jaskier's fingers. Geralt suffocates a laugh just to not interrupt whatever is going on between her and Jaskier.

Jaskier gasps, but the idiot doesn't take his hands off the horse, “You're so touchy! I didn't say that you are incompetent! Gods, sometimes you are worst than your owner. Ohw! I said sometimes!” his words are followed by a couple of kisses on her muzzle that she tries to shy away from – with not much force, though. Geralt knows that Roach is totally able to headbutt Jaskier out of her way, if she really wants to. “Anyway, what I meant, you prickly horse, is that mistakes are not allowed. Not if you still want me run after you throughout the Continent! And I know you want me. Who else is gonna give you this, if not me?” he asks, taking a small sugar cube from his pocket.

Roach stops stomping her foot on the ground, suddenly very docile.

“Yeah, I know. If you help me, dear girl, I will give you a whole bag full of your favorite treats. All for you, to eat all at once if you wish!”

“Are you done spoiling my horse?”

Jaskier jumps and a bunch of sugar cubes falls from his closed palm, “Holy shit, Geralt, do you perhaps want me to have a heart attack? You almost succeeded here!”

“Dramatic.”

“I'm serious, Gods.” Jaskier leans on Roach hugging her with an arm, and she doesn't mind at all, too busy eating all the treats fallen on the dusty ground. His other hands is posed against his chest, at the height of the heart. “That's why Roach is my favorite: she at least huffs and snorts to make her presence known.”

Geralt caresses Roach's neck, and her ears flick in acknowledgment. “Trying to bribe her won't work.”

Jaskier pouts, and frowns at the now clean ground where just second before the treats he brought for Roach laid, “It was working before you interrupted so rudely. By the way, did you rest? I see you changed with the clothes I had sent to you. They are really nice on you, I have to admit, but, dear, you don't need your armor in a horse race.”

“You will never know.”

Jaskier raises an eyebrow at him, “Aaand that's why you are the wise one between us. Uhm, I'm gonna buy you a new armor, though. This one is falling to pieces.”

“You don't have to buy me anything, Jaskier.” Geralt sighs, and drops his eyes off Jaskier to pay attention to Roach, distract himself in adjusting her saddle and controlling her shoes. If she has to race, she has to have all the needed comforts – in no way Geralt would ride her with a broken shoe or a loose saddle.

“But I want to! Whatever. You are saving my life, it's the least I can do. Money won't be a problem at all, on the contrary: for the first time, my father's money – also mine, I'd like to stress – would be finally used for something useful. He spends all our wealth in women and wine, the old fucker!”

Geralt almost says that put it like this, Jaskier isn't so different from his father, but he thinks better of it. So he just hums, letting him continue blabbing about the disgraceful ways his father lives even before his mother's death.

He really has a lot to say regarding this argument. Distractedly, Geralt wonders if Jaskier will remember that they have a horse race to win before it's too late, or if he'll be too preoccupied in blaming his father for all his bad habits to notice the hours pass. He will probably find himself already married the moment he'll finally stop talking.

Suddenly, Jaskier claps his hands, “Now, Geralt, we have to go, we wasted enough time in chitchats. I already talked to my father, and he knows that you will be the other participant. You are competing against the best knight serving my fiance's family – I didn't even bother learning his name.”

“Do you at least know your fiance's name, now?”

“Yes, but I want to forget, as she wants to forget mine. We want absolutely nothing do to with each other, and believe me, for the first time in my entire life, I'm relieved to know that someone hates me.” Jaskier shrugs, and takes his hand in his, tightening slightly his long fingers around his much larger palm. For a second, he gets distracted by the casual gesture: he will never comprehend how a man's touch can be so warm, how can it make his skin tingle so strangely and yet so pleasurably. “Let's go now, I want to show you where the racecourse is located. It's a circular racetrack, really, the horses have to run around the stands where my family and my fiance's family will be to watch the... the challenge, and the first one that reaches the starting point is the winner.” he sniffs, “I feel strange, Gods, I'm starting to feel anxious. Don't get me wrong, I know you are going to win without any doubt, but I can't get out of my mind the feeling that something will go irremediably wrong.”

Geralt has the same feeling since the very beginning, but he just follows Jaskier silently out of the stable after giving Roach a see–you–later kiss on her muzzle. He doesn't add anything more to Jaskier's worries, and he mostly ignores the townsfolk that stop them on their way to the racetrack, giving Jaskier gifts as small bouquets of wildflowers and flower crowns.

A young girl tries to give him one too, and Geralt almost panicked as he crouches before her and she puts the too small crown on his head. Her mother doesn't even try to snatch her away from him, and Geralt supposes that it's thanks to Jaskier's influence. The whole town is acting as he is just one of the many guests came here for the wedding.

Thankfully, Jaskier doesn't comment Geralt awkwardness.

Jaskier shows the racecourse when they finally reach it, situated in a dusty clearing just out of town. Geralt doesn't care as Jaskier starts telling him how the workers have built this in no more than a week time, but he is particularly aware of Jaskier's hand still closed tight around his.

Jaskier stops midsentence when a sudden strum of a lute echoes around the empty racecourse, and the disturbing scent of anger and disgust coming off Jaskier imbues his senses. They both raise they stares and up on the stands, seated there with no care at all with a lute posed on his lap, there is a bard, apparently.

“What the hell is he doing here?!” Jaskier fumes, and if only stares could kill, the bard would be dust on the ground. “Hey! What the hell are you doing here?!”

“Practicing for you wedding, Julian.” the bard answers, throwing them an amused grin, “There's chaos out there, and talent needs tranquility to reach its peak. Speaking of, why are you doing here? Shouldn't you be back in your chambers to get ready for your grand day?”

Jaskier stomps a foot on the ground, petulantly, “There will be no grand day! Get out of my way!”

“I won't be so sure of myself in your place, Julian. I am sure that someone has distorted your request about this race, and all of this is going to blow out in your funny face. But I am your servant today, so, as the lord commands.” the bard bows with a hand posed against his chest, then hops down the stands and disappears back towards town, as Jaskier's face becomes purple with anger.

Geralt asks, “Who is he?”

“My worst enemy, my recurrent nightmare, my crux and disgrace.” Jaskier passes a hand through his hair, “So, no one you needed to meet, no one important to know.” with a frown, he looks up the sky, a hand shadowing his eyes against the shining sun. “It's almost midday. It's a matter of time for the guests to start to arrive. Geralt, my friend.” Jaskier turns to him and, sadly, his hand leaves the grip on his. “I need to go. Win this race, and I'll be forever yours.”

Geralt raises an eyebrow.

“Forever in your debt, I meant!” Jaskier shrieks, red in face, as he runs away the same way the bard disappeared, a cloud of dust raising from his feet in the haste of it.

With a resigned snort, Geralt turns around to go to Roach and get her ready for the race.

But the bard's words keep swirling inside his head, amplifying the bad feeling about Jaskier's plan: I am sure that someone has distorted your request about this race, and all of this is going to blow out in your funny face.

Well.

The stands are full the moment Geralt comes back at the racecourse with Roach trotting happily next to him. Jaskier is there with his family, seated at the center of it, at one of his side an older man that is his spitting image if not for the gray hair and serious expression, the other his fiance.

A young lady with a chubby baby sits beside his father, and even if she doesn't resemble Jaskier a lot, Geralt thinks that she's the sister he talked about.

Geralt is welcomed with a grand applause, followed by another when a knight in a white armor, riding a equally white stallion – the irony – takes place next to him at the starting point. They give him a thumbs up as Jaskier's father is shouting the rules and the motives of this sudden, at his saying uncalled for, race from his position.

As he talks, Geralt looks at Jaskier. He has a stricken expression twisting the usually smooth lines of his face, a vein popping on his forehead as the same bard they met before sings and strums behind him. He's not relaxed at all, even though he said that he is not afraid of Geralt to lose the race. So, why so tense?

The bed feeling intensifies.

Geralt caresses Roach's neck as she snorts, a bit annoyed by the cheerful crowd around them. He murmurs words of comfort, not dissimilar to the ones Jaskier told her in the stables whilst trying to bribe her – that is, until Jaskier's father shouts to them to get ready and in position.

There is a short countdown, and Roach tenses.

When the “Go!” is shouted, Roach runs. It's blurry after that, all Geralt can see – even with his enhanced senses – is just the road in front of them, all his – theirs – attention is to win this competition and get over with all of this.

He hears the stallion behind him, and Roach cleverly, with his guidance, gets in front of it to block its way, so it can't go past her and it's forced to slow down like this.

Clever, clever girl. A wave of pride overwhelms him, and he's sure that also Jaskier, up where he is enjoying the show, is feeling the same way.

Obviously, he and Roach are the first to cross the finish line, and everyone around them shout and scream and cheer the winner – and considering that it's Geralt the winner, it feels so strange. He drops off Roach and she seems to balks at the praises the people are shouting at her and at her clever talent, stomping her feet at the ground and neighing happily. She even trots around herself, in a very funny dance. Somewhere behind him, Jaskier's laugh trills, louder than any cheer.

The knight drops down their stallion too and gets closer to him. They takes off their helmet and Geralt is surprised to see that his challenger is a beautiful woman, with cropped short hair and a satisfied grin on her sweaty face. She stretches an arm towards him to shake their hands, before going.

“Father!” Geralt hears Jaskier say out loud. Raising his eyes, Geralt sees him standing in front of his father, excitement written on his face. Next to him, his fiance has finally lost her stricken face, and she seems so relieved that she just stays seated there, with eyes closed, and a hand against her heart. “My challenger has won. So it means I won!”

“Yes, my son. The Witcher has won.” repeats his father, calmly.

“Exactly. So I can marry my–”

“Your Witcher. You can marry him. It's what you were after since the beginning, weren't you?”

Jaskier inhales sharply, dropping his mouth wide open. “W–Wh–w–whha–”

The bard bursts out laughing, almost falling down on his butt.

Geralt panics, and hopes he did hear wrong for the first time in his life. He looks at Jaskier, waiting for something, anything that would hint him their next move, but Jaskier seems to be turned into a stone, eyes growing distant.

“I won, father.” he says, in the end, with a thin voice. “I've got to chose, now.”

“No, the Witcher has won, Julian. And you did chose: it was you that organized all of this and let the Witcher participate.” his father says, candidly. Then, he turns towards Geralt, the blue eyes that so much resembles his son's looking down at him with no particular emotion hidden behind them, “So, Witcher. Will you merry my son?”

Geralt is still panicking, sadly. That's why he says, “Yes..?” right before biting his tongue.

Jaskier winces as if slapped. His ex–fiance is looking at the scene with a curious gaze.

The bard is still laughing his arse off somewhere on the ground.

When Jaskier's father claps his hands and orders his servant to take Geralt back to the palace so he can get ready for tonight ceremony, it all clicks in Geralt's mind.

He's fucked.

Three hours later, the sun is almost setting down over the horizon, and Geralt finds himself in his chambers, in front of a mirror, trying to close the white doublet the maids brought to him.

He's angry, and not just because the buttons have no intentions to stay put. He's angry because he doesn't like at all the situation he's finding himself in, and he's even banned from going to see Jaskier wherever he is right now, to ask for explanations, to at least know how is he supposed to do to take them both out of this mess.

He feels like relaxing a bit, though, when he hears familiar steps approaching his door. “Come in,” he says even before Jaskier tries to knock.

Geralt hears a sigh, then opens his door with the utmost care as if scared to make even the smallest of the noises. When the door clicks shut behind him, Jaskier finally raises his eyes to meet his stare on the mirror. “Geralt, I–” he blinks, “Wow. You are quite a sight in white.”

Geralt just snorts, fuming. He gives up trying to close the buttons of the doublet to turn toward Jaskier with a dark glare, arms crossed against his chest, and the strange twinkling inside Jaskier's eyes dim, walking closer to him with a subdued posture. “Geralt... uh, are you mad at me?”

Geralt sighs. And, as always happens, he can't stay mad at him for too long: especially if he looks at him with those puppy eyes, so expressive that they seem to beg more than his mouth could ever do. “No.”

“Oh thank the Gods. I am so, so sorry, Geralt, it wasn't supposed to go like this! I mean, I am actually really surprised that you said yes to my father when he asked you if you wanted to marry me, but–”

“I didn't know what to say!”

“I know, calm down! It's okay, really, I already made up a new plan.” Jaskier says, excited.

“This doesn't make me feel better.”

“Miscreant!” Jaskier huffs, the gets closer and starts ruffling with his clothes, closing the buttons of his doublet and straightening the wrinkles, “I understand that the simpler plan is the most effective. You just have to say I don't, when the Melitele's priestess will tell the vows and ask you again if you want to marry me. The ceremony will be very brief, you don't have to worry about this, considering the little time we had, so you don't even have to prepare a speech. Aren't you happy? All you have to say is I don't!”

“That's it?” Geralt doubts it very much.

“That's it!”

Geralt grunts, unconvinced. “And your father will leave you alone, even if you don't get married?”

“I talked to my sister before coming here. Apparently, being left at the altar is a scandal. No one wants a groom or a bride that another disavowed, no matter the reasons.” Jaskier shrugs, “Gods forbid if an abandoned person gets a second chance.” he adds, sarcastically.

“And you're okay with it?”

Jaskier looks at him incredulously, “You're kidding? I'm more than okay. I don't want to marry anybody, Geralt, not now, nor ever. My life is perfectly fine as it is.”

Geralt finds himself frowning at the ground, something akin at nervousness churning his stomach at Jaskier's words. He should not care, after all, what Jaskier wants to do with his life, it's nothing of his business – and yet, he doesn't like the thought that Jaskier will never want someone stable to love for the rest of his life.

Is he starting to think like Jaskier's father?

Shit.

Jaskier probably notices his face darkens, because he gets even closer and grabs one of his shoulders, tightening slightly his grip when no reaction comes from Geralt, “Are you fine, Geralt? Believe me, I am truly, truly sorry for throwing all my family's mess onto you. But fret not, my friend! This will be the end, at least I can assure you this.”

Geralt looks at him. He has a plain robe on, clearly he was also preparing for the ceremony before sneaking out to come here, to him; his face is blotched red, maybe for embarrassment, maybe nervousness, Geralt can't say; his scent is mostly covered by some sweet perfume he used while bathing. He still is making puppy eyes at him, hoping to soften him as he begs for forgiveness.

But in the end, there's no motive for him to ask for forgiveness: it was Geralt who panicked and said that yes, he wanted to marry him. Thank fuck that it's all going to end soon, because this whole situation is becoming ridiculous.

There's a lot of ridiculous things he's done for Jaskier, after all.

But this? This beats them all.

“Whatever, I have a little gift for you.” Jaskier says, searching inside the pocket of his robe and taking out of there a silk, blue hair ribbon. “I know that I've already broken traditions by coming here, because one should see the bride – in this case, the groom – right on the altar, not before. But,” he says, showing him the ribbon. Geralt touches it with a knuckle, and it's as smooth as it looks. “this one is nice. They say that we need something old, something new, and something blue. You are what we have of old,” he laughs at this, and Geralt just smiles at him, “and our clothes are relatively new. What we missed is something blue, and all I've found is this. May I comb your hair?”

Geralt looks at him, then at the ribbon. At last, he sighs, “Sure.”

Actually, he feels a bit in trepidation as Jaskier commands him to sit at the vanity and settles behind him. His long fingers starts, slowly, almost carefully, to separate the white strands in three parts. Geralt watches as he combs his hair with care and confidence – it's not the first time he does that after all – but somehow this time it feels... different. Sacred, he would say, if only he was a poet.

Jaskier's hums under his breath does help the moment, making it even more intimate. He makes a plain braid, not too complicated, but taking his time nonetheless. Geralt definitely doesn't shivers when Jaskier's fingers brush against the skin of his neck, and no, he's definitely not too aware of Jaskier's breath too close to his ear when he leans to catch loose strands of hair.

Definitely not.

“Here you go!” Jaskier concludes, as he makes a flourish bow with the ribbon at the end of the braid. “Perfection.”

Geralt tells himself that he doesn't notice Jaskier's fingers lingering a bit more than necessary on his hair.

“I should go, now. I hope no one notices my absence.”

Geralt nods, “Hm. Go then.”

“Yeah, I–” Jaskier bites his lower lip, as he poses his hands on his shoulder. Their eyes meet through the mirror, and Jaskier seems to almost be saying something, but then thinks better of it. He smiles at him, with an healthy glow on his cheeks. “Thank you again, Geralt. What you're doing really means a lot to me.”

Said that, Jaskier leans towards him and leaves a smooch on his cheek, loud and a bit wet.

Then, he literally runs. “Ta!” he shouts as the door closes behind him.

Geralt freezes on the spot, a hand pressed on his cheek, where the ghost of that brief kiss still lingers there. His head completely shuts down. What the fuck was that?!

His mind can't make a coherent thought for the rest of the evening, finding himself by the altar without knowing how and when it happened. Jaskier is slightly late – if he understood well, they were supposed to reach the altar together – but Geralt knows why he isn't here yet, and in his altered mind he still can't get over that kiss.

Not that Jaskier never touched him before, being so tactical and friendly even with complete strangers – but, but kisses were always off limits. Combing hair? Yes, sure. It happened plenty of times. Massages? Also okay. Geralt still remembers fondly when Jaskier helped with his very uncomfortable problem on his bottom. Sleeping together and finding their limbs tangled together the morning after? Nothing wrong with that at all, it always happens when friends sleep together.

Right?

Hm. Put it like this, the kiss – on the cheek, mind you – seems to be the less intimate thing they've ever shared.

Then why..? Why does it bother him so much?!

Jaskier appears next to him on thin air, apparently, because Geralt didn't acknowledge his arrival at all, not until his tense laughter trills beside him as he almost trips on the last step of the altar. When he motions at him to try and steady him, Geralt's mind shut down again as his eyes finally fall on him.

Jaskier is also dressed in white like him, with golden embroidery running through his doublet and trousers, and he has an ephemeral aura around him that almost blinds his eyes. Jaskier returns his gaze with a sheepish smile, a blush on his cheeks and a quick shrug, as if to say Sorry for the late. Even if it's all a farce, I had to be on top regardless.

And on top he is, fucking hell.

Geralt can't quite take his eyes off Jaskier, as the Melitele's priestess starts talking out loud for all the guests to hear. Every time Jaskier notices his gaze, Geralt lowers his eyes as if caught doing something prohibited. Gods, he feels like a teenager. He feels like a real groom on his real wedding day – maybe? He doesn't really know what a groom may feel during a wedding.

This exchange of stares happens three times more. At last, Jaskier chuckles and the priestess looks at him oddly.

Suddenly, Jaskier takes his hands in his, raising them at heart length. They both turn towards each other, staring into each other faces. Geralt panics slightly, having heard not a single word that came out of the priestess' mouth. Jaskier is biting his lips, red in faces – he's probably trying to suppress one of his usual loud laughs. He's laughing at him!

He doesn't matter that at the moment Jaskier is the most beautiful man he has ever seen in his pitiful long life, he's ridiculing him and now he's mad. Kinda.

“I do.” says Jaskier, solemnly.

Geralt frowns. What was the question?

The priestess nods, then turns her pretty face towards Geralt, “And you, Geralt of Rivia?”

Shit. Fuck. What was the question?!

“I...” he asks Jaskier for help with a begging look, but Jaskier just tilts his head to the side. “I... do.”

The priestess nods again, but Jaskier blinks, “What?” he mouths.

“Was that..?” Geralt panics, because oh Gods, he now understands that the question was the question, the only question he needed to answer, the question Jaskier clearly has told him to say I don't. “Shit, no. I don't. I... don't.” The priestess jerks as he tries to mend his terrible mistake, “I don't want to marry, you heard me? I don't.”

Chaos erupts around them as Jaskier's father shrieks a “What?!”; the bard laughs his arse off again somewhere, hidden in the middle of the crowd; Jaskier's sister has a hand on her lips, feigning a surprise she doesn't really feel.

Jaskier is, instead, looking at him with a curious expression. Their hands are still tangled together in a firm grip, and Jaskier tightens slightly the grip to bring his attention on him and him only – not that Geralt had attention on anyone or anything, or else this mess wouldn't have happened in the first place, but still. Jaskier's thumbs are caressing the back of his hands, and the gesture is making him so aware of him and totally not of their surrounding.

“You said...” Jaskier prompts, after a minute passed just looking at each other.

“I panicked.”

Jaskier chuckles, “I noticed. Why?”

Geralt pursues his lips. Fuck, Jaskier is mocking him again, “I was distracted, and I haven't heard what the priestess said, so–”

Jaskier says, “You were looking at me, I know this. I distracted you?” Jaskier gets closer, almost a breath away from Geralt's face. Geralt feels trapped. “Tell me, I distracted you? Were you enough inebriated by my presence that the thought of marry me crossed your mind, and you weren't against it at all?”

Geralt says nothing.

“Geralt?”

“Will you marry me?” he blurts out, regretting it the second after. Yes, alright? He was thinking since that blasted kiss in his chambers that he would mind being Jaskier's husband, and being kissed again, and maybe meet his nephew and accompany him to bring flowers to his mother's tomb. So? Sue him for living in a fantasy for once in his life.

“No, darling.”

Of course not. How could he? He didn't want to marry that beautiful lady, surely he has no intention to marry a blasted, stinky, grumpy Witcher. “Alright.” he swallows down the bitterness of rejection, even if he shouldn't really feel so bad. He knew the response the second he asked, so.

Jaskier rolls his eyes, though. He actually feels really surprised when Jaskier leans on him and kisses him. Not a smooch on his cheek, no, a kiss on his lips. His head, obviously, shuts down again so he doesn't reciprocate, just enjoys the soft lips moving on him, and finally his scent, under the layers of sweet perfume, reaching his nose. “Silly Witcher. No, I don't want to marry you, or anyone really. I believe that I needn't to demonstrate to no one my love: not to my father, and not to Melitele herself. So I needn't a frivolous ceremony and a signed contract, a white doublet and a hundreds of testimonies to love you 'til death do us part.”

“Okay.” says Geralt, even if nothing is okay, because surely he got something wrong? He doesn't think he fully understands what Jaskier means.

“You marvelous, silly, naive man.” Jaskier sighs, fondly, “Did you know that we can make love even without a marriage contract? Let's leave everyone to their scandal. My sister is having the time of her life, she'll take care of everything.”

“Make what?” Geralt's almost afraid to ask, but Jaskier's expression is soft and fond – he seems in love. More than he's ever been, that is.

Jaskier winks, “I'm gladly going to show you, love.”

What happens next is a blur, Geralt notices just Jaskier's kisses, hugs, and soft, naked skin under his fingertips.

This time he understands the whole situation very, very clear.

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I Just Want It To Be Us - 1.1

note: Part 1 of the Us series which is originally posted on my ao3 here

Us series masterlist

characters: Dabi/Touya Todoroki, Hawks/Keigo Takami

warnings: 18+, drug use, toxic relationships, cheating, angsty-ish

summary:

That question always rang through your mind every time he comes back smelling like one of his side whores and cash in his pocket. He’s your boyfriend but he’s been doing this since way before he met you, and he wasn’t going to stop just because you’re together. It was a condition that you pretty much forced yourself to accept from the very beginning because well… you really did like Dabi that much.

Dabi knows that it makes you upset but he’s not going to stop for your sake.

You know that he won’t.

1.1 ✧ 1.2 ✧ 1.3

Your mother would be so disappointed if she saw you with your current boyfriend.

“Marry a nice man, honey.”

“When you find someone to settle down with, make sure he’s the one.”

“Don’t flit about from guy to guy, it’s not lady-like.”

All these rules your mother set you up with when it came to finding a boyfriend, you knew it came from a good place in her heart. She was only looking out for you when she told you these things but didn’t she get that dating now was different in this age and time? You’re a free person and you can see however many people you want or you could see no one at all and that was perfectly fine as well.

She has a feeling you’re seeing someone but you haven’t confirmed with her. To be honest, you don’t think you’ll tell her anything about your current boyfriend. It would be for the sake of preserving her little, fragile heart. How horrified would she be if she found out her precious daughter was dating the local drug dealer in her college campus?

He didn’t like being called by his surname and he didn’t seem to like being called by his first name either. The first time he speaks in front of your intro to philosophy class, taking it just to fulfill one of grad requirements, he says to just refer to him as ‘Dabi’. It’s curious to the people who don’t know who he is already but who are they to argue with someone how they should be addressed?

So you call him Dabi.

You called him Dabi the first time you spoke to him in class, asking for notes from the day you missed before in class. You called him Dabi when he found you sitting alone in the library and he kicked your chair to get your attention. You called him Dabi the more you spent time together with him, even past the semester once your one shared class is over and final grades were submitted. You called him Dabi the first time he ever rails you on his cock in the backseat on his car.

You almost forget sometimes that his real name is Touya.

In his off campus apartment, he sits in a chair in front of the bathroom mirror and you stand behind him with plastic gloves over your hands, helping him dye the roots of his hair black. The dye stinks, you hate the smell of it, but he kind of suckered you into doing it for him this time. He promised that if you’d help him, he’d sit through one of your stupid romantic-comedy movies you’d been dying to watch for a while. But you had to tack on a condition if he was going to give you an incentive.

If Dabi watched a movie with you and wasn’t entertained by it enough, he’d always leave to smoke a joint and come back high just so that he could get through the rest of the film.

“No break of any kind unless it’s a snack or pee break, you understand me?” you tell him as you put the final layer of dye on his roots. “And no doing it before the movie starts! I want you sober when we watch it together.”

“Yeah, yeah doll. You have my word.” Dabi passively waves his hand at you as he looks down at his phone.

Your eyes casually glance down at his phone screen and see that he’s in his messages app.

Wonder if someone is trying to get him as a connect. You think to yourself as you dispose of the plastic gloves and the remaining hair dye. You’re cleaning up the hair dye tools and open the window to air out the awful smell of the dye, all while Dabi sits in his chair and stares at his messaging app. The sounds of incoming messages from his phone tell you that there’s a conversation going on but his fingers don’t move over the keyboard to respond. It’s not your business how he runs his operations.

“How long do I leave the dye on?” he asks as he stands up from the chair, putting his phone on the countertop, and literally rips the shirt off his body from the neckline down the middle. It’s just a regular t-shirt he bought to protect his skin from the dye dripping onto his body dispensable from the very beginning, but he didn’t have to make a show of it. The shirt drops to the floor in a heap and he kicks it off to the side; you are not picking it up for him.

Dabi’s hot, ridiculously hot, that’s the first thing anyone notices about him. Both his ears have multiple piercings and his nose as well sporting three studs on his right nostril. If he’s wearing short sleeves, the first thing anyone will see that his both arms are tattooed all black, save for where they end, at his hands and shoulders it’s detailed to look like his skin is being held together by staples. On any other person it would look ridiculous to you, on Dabi not so much.

He notices you staring and winks at you, but you scoff at him and push past him to exit the bathroom. “You know how long it stays on, you’ve done this plenty of times before by yourself.”

“I like it when you tell me doll.”

Ah Dabi could be so charming when he felt like it.

You roll your eyes at him but peck him on the lips. “Shut up, I’m going to order in some food for dinner today.”

“Wow, ordering in for dinner tonight. Such housewife material (Name).” Dabi pokes fun at you.

“And you’re going to be the perfect husband Dabi.” you tease back.

You’re not certain if Dabi is long-term boyfriend material, you’ve only been dating for about five months. It’s not a long period of time you’ve spent as boyfriend and girlfriend but you’ve had a lot of fun with him. Although you have to admit that part of the fun you were experiencing with Dabi was because of what he’s introduced you to.

Before Dabi, you’d only smoke a little bit of weed every once in a while or take the occasional edible to wind down. You never had your own stash of it, you’d only partake if a friend supplied or if you were at a party. There was no point in having your own selection if you didn’t really partake in it that much. You were okay with smoking from a joint or a bong every once in a while, maybe take an edible if you wanted something a little stronger than smoking flower.

After Dabi you’d indulge in the occasional gram of coke and maybe some ecstasy if you felt like you could afford to take two days off from work for the come down. There were still others you hadn’t given a try yet, like shrooms or 2CB or do a candy flip, but you were slowly working up the nerve to give them a try when you were ready. Dabi offered you a Percocet but god, never again because you were too fucked up the one time you tried it.

You didn’t really think in your life you’d be involved romantically with a drug dealer but honestly it’s not as bad as you thought it would be.

Oh yeah, try explaining that to Mom…

Dab treats you right for the most part, he’s never yelled at you or ever taken his anger out on you either since dating each other, he just sells narcotics on the college campus and he got you into it too, it’s not a big deal. It helped that Dabi took it easy on you rather than just pushing you to do more than you were comfortable with. The first time you were curious about coke, he made you a little thin line of it and it took you more than an hour to decide you were ready before finally snorting it. After that first one, he let you decide how long and thick you wanted your lines to be. He’d cut it nice and neat for you and point to which one was yours to take. Coke felt good but the drip was disgusting in the back of your throat.

Speaking of disgusting…

“Hey, it should have been long enough so wash that gross stuff out your hair and let’s eat dinner.” you called from the kitchen as you plated the takeout food that arrived not too long ago.

You and Dabi sit at his little dinner table with the television streaming some random drama for background noise. Dinner topics for the evening range from school, homework, family news if there is any, and when to coordinate seeing each other next in between classes and your part time job. Conversations go smoothly and you’re cleaning up the kitchen when Dabi comes up behind you and presses a kiss to the back of your head, nuzzling you as you wipe the plates you just ate off of. You feel a sense of dread because every time he does that it means…

“Hey, there’s a house party this Saturday and I gotta work.”

You bite your tongue inside your mouth and exhale through your nose.

He has to work so he’ll be gone for a while, has to disperse his inventory and has to please his regulars as well as find any potential new customers.

If it was just selling, it wouldn’t be an issue.

The real issue is that you know he fucks some of his female customers. No no no, they don’t just get free coke or acid or whatever they’re asking for by spreading their legs for Dabi. He still expects cash as payment, but if he thinks they’re pretty enough then he doesn’t mind getting something extra aside from money after a sale. He’s handsome so why wouldn’t someone want to hop on his lap and go for a ride?

Dabi saves you the trouble by just being upfront about it, swears to you that you’re his favorite and that he only sees the other girls if he’s making a sale, they’re just customers. He goes to them, he goes to their location and fucks them where they meet him. None of his side whores have ever been brought back to his place, not like how he lets you in so easily when you knock on his door. He doesn’t take them out or treat them sweetly like he does with you; it’s just a sale and a fuck. It still doesn’t matter to you though, it still makes you jealous. It makes you clench your jaw in anger and want to just deck him right where his nose piercings are.

You’re his girlfriend but did that title mean anything if he was still going to sleep with other girls?

Dabi knows that it makes you upset but he’s not going to stop for your sake.

You know that he won’t.

“Fine.”

━━━━✧

If Dabi gets to fuck other girls then surely you have the right to do just the same with boys right?

The thing is though is that you did one time just right before the two of you made your relationship official, you hit up an old fuck buddy of yours while Dabi was out selling at another house party in the middle of the night. He left a measly text saying not to wait up for him and that he’d see you for breakfast. It would have been sweet if not for the fact that he came to your apartment smelling like another girl, just spending just two hours with you before flitting off into the night. Two hours of him on your sofa smelling like someone else, not even offering to shower to get their stench off, and he did his best to placate you before giving up and letting you stew in your own anger.

So you hit up your old fuck buddy and you go to him, you just get straight to the point when you’re let into his dorm and fuck your frustrations out on him. You intended to go straight back to your home but angry fucking took a lot out on you so you just spend the night there instead. “Don’t cuddle me, I’ll be gone in the morning.” you tell him after patting his cheek and pulling the blanket over your body.

It’s a quarter before eight when you’re trudging back to your apartment and you see Dabi leaning against your front door. You’re going to ask how his night was but he abruptly pulls you to him and growls in your ear to, “Get in your fucking apartment… now.”

He knows you went out to get fucked, doesn’t want to know who you went to.

You and him argue for over two hours inside your home, pacing back and forth in the living room. It’s back and forth of ‘it’s just business with those girls’ from him and ‘why shouldn’t I be allowed to do it to you?’ from you. Dabi says it’s just business and they mean nothing to him, claims to you that you hurt him more because you did it out of revenge. He really got you screaming at him after he said that but he didn’t dare back down. He stands firm and so do you, that really gets him angry with you even more.

He didn’t apologize and neither did you.

You were jabbing your finger in his chest when he grabs you by the wrist, irritation and exhaustion evident in his turquoise eyes. “Don’t fucking do that to me.” he growls at you.

“Get your fucking hands off me Dabi.” you spit back, shaking his hand off your wrist. “Get out.”

“No, we’re not leaving it like this.” he insists. “We’re fucking talk about this.”

You throw your hands up in the air in exasperation. “No, you want to ‘talk about it’ until I yield to you which is never going to happen! We’re going around in circles! You’re not going to be sorry and I’m not going to be sorry!”

A tense stare off between the two of you for a few seconds.

Next thing you know, you’re pulling off each other’s clothes and you’re forced on your hands and knees in your own bed. The only foreplay you get is a few seconds of rough kissing and Dabi spitting on his fingers to prep you as quickly as he can. When he pushes in, it’s rough and a little uncomfortable but you’re quick to adjust to the punishing pace. He pulls your hair too hard, you backhand him in the face, he spanks you until your ass is red and aching, you dig your nails into his back and scratch achingly slow down his flesh to make sure it really hurts.

Hate fucking with Dabi was a whole new level of intensity for you but you keep up with him until it turns into slow love making.

The biting, angry dirty talk from the beginning turns into whining praises; from ‘you spiteful, fucking bitch’ to ‘my pretty, little angel’.

“Fuck babydoll, you know how good you feel? I think I’ve fucked you so much that your pussy’s shaped to take just my cock. This cunt damn near drained me dry but I still want more. Cum on my cock more, tell me how bad you want it.” Dabi whispers into the skin of your shoulder before licking a trail up to your chin and pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Ugh, baby it’s so fucking good, only you know my body like this. I don’t want it from anyone else but you… shit, I’m going to cum again!” you groan as you clamp down on him once more and your pussy strangles his cock for more cum.

You fall asleep after two hours of fucking, your head resting in the crook of his neck and his arm around your shoulders to keep you close. The both of you are all fucked out but your mind is still fixated on the fight. Despite the intimate sex that’s brought you closer together after rounds of hate fucking, it doesn’t change the fact that Dabi still fucks his customers sometimes and you’re still resentful about it.

“If it makes you feel better then fine (Name), you can fuck who you want.” Dabi says to you when the both of you wake up and are pulling your clothes back on your bodies. “But know this, if you want to be in on this then you’re just going to have to accept that I’ve been doing this since before I met you and it’s not going to stop just because we’re together. So go ahead, fuck who you want but as long as you always come back to me. I always come back to you, don’t I sweetheart?”

You’re smoothing your hair down, taking in his words before looking up at him and asking, “We’re together?”

Dabi’s eyes are full of mirth as he approaches you, pulling you close to his body and squeezing one of your asscheeks in his hand. “You’re my favorite, my number one, I like you (Name). The things I do for you, what I’ve done to you, no one else gets that from me.”

He didn’t apologize and neither did you.

But funnily enough even though he gave you permission to sleep with whoever you wanted, you didn’t really have the desire to do so. He comes to you smelling like other girls sometimes and that should be your cue to go find your own rando to hump on but you just… don’t.

Part of you wonders if Dabi is happy that you don’t go around like he does despite his blessing. You’re resentful towards yourself sometimes that you don’t go out and have some fun with someone else too. He gave you permission so you should take him up on it, that makes sense given the circumstances. Apparently the only thing that was important to him was that he always be your priority the same way that you were his.

Maybe at the time you just wanted the rush of revenge and now it was different that Dabi took that away from you by giving you permission. Maybe he knew that once he gave you the green light that you weren’t going to bother anymore with seeking anyone else out.

You were certain that he was manipulating you but you didn’t have solid evidence so there wasn’t much you could do. What the hell were you supposed to say to him?

Hey Dabi you tricked me into not sleeping with other people?

Dabi did always give you a heads up at least when he was going out to sell and he always tried to make you happy when he comes back. He offers to order in your favorite food, bring your favorite bottle of alcohol with your favorite juice to chase, eat you out until you’re a quivering mess on his mouth, or nudges half of a tablet of ecstasy in your hand and says that he just wants to put on music and house roll with you.

It still doesn’t change that you get jealous no matter how many sweet things he does for you.

But you like him enough to deal with his shenanigans… just barely.

━━━━✧

“Why don’t you come with me?” Dabi asks you as soon as you’re back from work. You’re tossing your purse onto your sofa and drop your body onto the cushions, your head in his lap and seeking his warmth. His hand goes to your head to start massaging your scalp, his fingers working magic and making you groan in pleasure. “Come with me tomorrow doll.”

You roll your eyes and turn your head to look at whatever show Dabi was watching while he was waiting for you. “To watch you flourish your business? I don’t think so. I’ll stay behind like I usually do.” you scoff, pressing your cheek against his leg and sighing.

He’s never asked for you to come along before, he doesn’t need the distraction of babysitting you. You wonder what’s caused him to ask you to tag along.

“Come on doll, just come along. Odds are I won’t be coming back the night of the party and Keigo will be there tomorrow, he can keep you company.”

Ah you loved Keigo, he was the only one that Dabi really considered to be a friend to him. Maybe it was because he could keep up with your boyfriend in regards to their drug consumption but you could see that they had a bond beyond just getting high together, more than just pills or powders or tabs that keeps them together. Together they both seemed like laid back individuals but Dabi only seemed laid back due to how apathetic he was whereas Keigo was actually a chill person because that’s how he actually was, it wasn’t just the air about him that made him seem so.

You loved being with Keigo, he always spoiled you silly and made you laugh.

“I don’t know, what exactly will I get out of it?” you shrug your shoulders and huff out quietly.

Suddenly two little baggies come into your view, one filled with white powder and the other with a little pink tablet. “Is this supposed to be a bribe to get me to come along?” you ask, staring at the bags and not bothering to take them from your boyfriend’s fingertips. You won’t lie that it is a little bit tempting, just a little bit.

“Maybe so, you know that my merchandise for you is discounted doll. Nothing but the best for you, my shit is always clean.” Dabi shakes the little baggies as if the contents are going to be more enticing if he does so. There’s definitely a big truth to what he said, the quality to his inventory is nothing less than superb. It’s why his clientele always kept on coming back to him but the absolute best was either for his favorites or it was apart of his own personal stash.

You’re staring hard at the baggies and start debating in your mind. Dabi would still give it to you even if you insisted that you stay home but there was no fun in doing it alone. You had some friends that could help you kill the coke if you asked them over but god forbid they start feening, that’s when they became difficult to deal with. There was no point in you holding onto them either if you weren’t going to do anything with them right away.

Since Keigo was going to be at the party tomorrow and if Dabi was going to give the baggies no matter what…

“Alright, only since Keigo is going to be there. Nothing else.” you give in and pluck the two baggies from Dabi’s hand and sit up on the sofa. “Now how much do I owe you for your merchandise sir?”

Dabi smirks at you as he crawls over you until you’re lying flat on your back, like you’re his prey and he’s the predator. “Just your usual payment madame, if you please.”

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Hi moosh! Could I have sfw letters APW for dante, vergil, nero, and V? Thank you!

So this is my first piece for devil may cry, I hope it turned out well I'm still ify on it, especially with V's and a part of Vergil but I hope you guys like it anyway!

Dante

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Dante is a pretty chill guy, but he really doesn’t get out that much besides to go do a job, out to get drinks and to gamble (losing most of his last payment from Morrison in the process and getting absolutely screamed at by both you and Lady) at the local bar, and to get a Strawberry Sundae at Fredi’s, most of these activities he loves for you to tag along with him (some partially to make sure he doesn’t get into too much trouble *cough cough* like losing most of his fucking money *cough*) especially hunting if you can hold yourself in a fight, he gets a kick out of watching you kick demon ass and finds it really hot so expect a lot of flirty banter that’s filled with terrible puns and other dorky eye rolling one liners. This lovable fucking dork.

However most of your time spent together is in the office, which you can find the two of you laying on the couch watching the old busted television watching old movies or listening to the old busted jukebox that has been playing the same sixteen songs for the last thirty years (Dante stop abusing your shit) or just telling each other shitty stories the both of you have heard from one another countless of times, but somehow when he tells it again it somehow feels just as enjoyable as the first with somehow a different twist to it and when you tell it he always that charismatic talent that Dante just has this big heart throbbing grin on his face as he listens and it just makes your words sometimes stop that even he has to tell you to keep going, or just cooking together (and by together, I mean you doing 99% of the work because this man is forever banned anywhere near a oven anymore) because yeah sure pizzas 24/7 is fun and all but if there’s one thing (besides watching you kick demon ass) that he loves to watch you do it’s cooking and not only does he get to watch you excitedly dash from one part of the kitchen looking for ingredients and get a little messy along the way, he also gets something to eat out of it too in the end.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Embarrassment to show his absolute adoration for you in public? No way! Dante is all about that PDA, unless you’re uncomfortable with it then he’ll respectfully lay off...but sometimes he finds it really hard when you’re just super cute when talking to the crew about a job, it's just something about that look of thrill in your eye that always grabs his attention. But if you’re down with it, let the lap sitting, quick heated kisses, bad suggestive pick up lines, and questionable touches commence!

Dante is the number one choice for a feel better boost, if you’re feeling unsure and doubtful of your abilities be prepared to see this man recite everything fucking cool, smart, and badass thing he’s ever seen you do, so it’s a given Dante absolutely loves bragging about you to people. As he’s sharing tales of your badassery, there’s a glint of pure love in his eyes as he looks back to you and watches as your doubts begin to slowly fade away to the back of your mind, and of course if this is a recurring issue you might find even the rest of giving you compliments from time to time, even from Vergil (which almost gave you a heart attack from the shock hearing that from the eldest son of Sparda)

Kisses from Dante are never shy, when he wants to show affection to you he’s never shy about it. Kisses from him are always the type that shoots butterflies to your stomach and makes you feel dizzy afterwards, his favorite to pull over you are when you’re in the middle of working on paperwork (his fucking bills) and surprising you with them because always without fail you get drag away from your work and go to cuddle on the couch, bills to be forgotten (and he wonders why his electric shuts off all the time) The crew immediately learns quickly that Dante really doesn’t have any shame, but reactions vary when they stumble upon it with Trish and Morrison are the two not to really give a shit to be bothered by it, Lady, Vergil, and Nero just roll their eyes at it before going back to do their own thing, Nico lets the: “get a room love birds” and other types of teasing lines and whistles fly every chance she gets, Lucia either embarrassed and covering her eyes or scolding the both of you for being that ‘personal’ out in the open like that, and Patty asks really uncomfortable questions. Dante for the most part gets a kick out of all of it!

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I think it's very clear that he mimics actions he sees in movies (just look at how he fucking uses Cerberus for example) and so lots of what he does romantically is stuff he's seen in romance films he remembers watching with his mother and brother when he was younger or films that when he really has nothing better to do and Patty brings (all with titles he can never pronounce) to the office on a lazy afternoon and that's the reason why his view of romance is so cliche. When asked jokingly about it, he'll give a shrug and answer with the fact that the love between his parents, forbidden lovers, is a cliche trope itself and from the very few memories he has of his mother and father together he definitely remembers how sappy they were together, so sappy that it might've carried over into their kids (Vergil you don't escape this, just you wait)

So that being said, with the heart shaped chocolates, the roses to start every date with, several dates under candle light on the roof of the shop under a full moon, no matter how cliche it may be the confident wide eye grin on his face during them will never fail to make your heart skip a beat.

Vergil

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Vergil of course really likes to take every opportunity to train whenever he can so that he can be sure he's able protect those he cares for, so he really likes when you take the time to spare with him so not only he can stay in top shape for whatever danger that may come in the future but also so that you can do the same that he doesn't feel like it's all up to him to protect you when he is assured you can protect yourself, this keeps his mind from wandering to dark power lusting places.

On free days that there's no jobs in sight and there's not a focus on training, Vergil of course likes to read in his book. Flipping through the pages of his old precious childhood possession he feels himself at ease and even more so if the two of you are laid up together in bed in the privacy of your shared room, your head laid softly on his chest with his hand in your hair subconsciously combing through it as he reads Blake's words aloud to you in a quiet voice as if the words were only meant for you to hear.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Listen, all the Sparda men are romantic in their own way to the core, I like to think it’s in their genes and this is Vergil we’re talking about, this man is an absolute traditional romantic with absolutely no PDA. I mean come on, again this is Vergil we're talking about this is to be expected the son of Sparda prefers to keep his romantic life absolutely private between the two of you. To be honest it takes only the closest people in the two of your lives to realize that the two of you are even together, so basically only those who are at Devil May Cry frequently. The tale tell is that out of everyone you end up being on the end of Vergil's...Vergilness the least bit, sure there are moments but at least you haven't been stabbed by Yamato or had any summoned swords shot at you like everyone in the office has been at least once (although this also applies to Kyrie but I see her never really doing anything that would really bother him) and he also gives to rare non sarcastic compliments, which blows Dante's mind every time it occurs.

Vergil doesn't brag about you, he compliments, and true hearted compliments from Vergil are rare, but when they happen you always know he 100% means it especially if he does it in front of others. This is the only form of PDA he feels comfortable with doing, and usually they're about how you did in fights or a super rare version: that he's proud of you.

Again Vergil believes all romantic acts should be savory in the privacy between each other, so it's obvious that he doesn't like kissing in public. However, if you were to hypothetically I don't know...give him a peck on the cheek or go even more scandalous the lips while he's at phone duty in the office while Dante and the others are around the pool table and sitting area or in Nico's van while waiting to drive off with the crew to whatever next job, his cheeks might turn into a interesting shade of pink.

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It takes patience to be in a relationship with Vergil, in the beginning he'll be closed off and won't share what he's thinking (but it says a lot with how much he does trust and care for you to be in a commitment with you) but as time goes on he'll slowly start to open up more and more as he lets himself accept the human in him to love you, and at this point he'll start to share things that are very close and dear to him.

He has very fond memories of watching old black and white romance films with his mother and Dante, who only would watch them because the moment they would end he would immediately beg him to train with him, but with him falling down to hell and being corrupted since he was only nineteen to him he remembers memories of when he and Dante were kids more clearly than his brother can since to him they don't feel as they happened a long ago so he remembers watching these films from long ago in very great detail. So of course the moment he can find some of these films with the help from a hesitant Nero (still getting used to the whole dad ripping arm off thing and all) to find and order those they could find online. From the very moment he has the old tapes in his hands do they become as precious as you, Yamato, his amulet, and his book (as well as a little bit of Nero but it takes him a while to come to terms with it) so with this being something very emotionally important to him, and after very long pandering about it, he asks you to watch these films with him (he also considered asking Dante but figured since he didn't practically like the these films as children that he wouldn't want to to watch them now, absolutely no idea about the cliched dork he is now because of these types of films) The entire time you find yourself struggling to pay attention to the actual film instead you find yourself drawn to the deep nostalgic look in your lover's eyes as he's glued to the screen. For a while you're not even sure if he's actually watching the black and white picture either with how he eyes seem to be playing out scenes of the past and this is the first time you've ever seen this much emotion on his face at once. You end up holding a tight securing grip on his hand throughout the rest of the film, one normally he wouldn't hold for as long but you find his fingers subconsciously rubbing against yours from time to time. Once the nostalgic movie night ends the two of you don't say much to each other, which Vergil appreciates since how much emotional significance that it had on him and with the feeling that he's glad he got to spend it with you.

Nero

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He likes killing demons with you, it's in his blood. Just seeing you in action will without fail boost confidence in him and makes him want to show off for you, which ends with him getting hurt and scolded by you many times but he wouldn't have it any other way.

Well, he really finds himself doing a lot doing jobs with Nico on the road as of late so except a lot of quality time together on jobs and in the van. When the two of you aren't out kicking demon ass expect a ton of sitting around in the van watching whatever happens to come in on Nico's very small and very shitty portable tv, this is when you learn your boyfriend has actually a lot of a surprising amount of trivia on shows that hadn't been in production in decades but are shown as frequent reruns on low quality channels that coincidently air in Fortuna's limited broadcast range.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

I feel like during the time around dmc 4, Nero at that point was absolutely super embarrassed with the idea of PDA, not even getting started with his insecurities about his arm, but I feel about now after his experience with dating Kyrie for a few years he gotten use to it a little bit. However that doesn't mean he won't get entirely red faced by teasing comments from Dante or Nico even if he was just looking at you for a few seconds longer than he should've.

Fuck yeah he brags about you to others. You're a badass, and he absolutely loves that. During a fight he'll gladly give you a cocky Nero way of approval by saying that even he should try and catch up before flashing you a smug ass grin before revving up Red Queen and jumping into the next hoard of demons.

Again Nero gets embarrassed easily, however unlike his father he's not totally against it but it depends on whose exactly around. For example if it's Lady or Trish, hell even Morrison he's perfectly comfortable with giving you a kiss hello/goodbye or wrapping his arms around you just for the hell of it because he knows that they're chill and won't make a big deal out of it. But if it's anyone else...he feels not so much about it. Dante and Nico tease the hell out of him for days, Patty asks very uncomfortable person questions, Lucia gets really easily flustered about it, and Vergil and Kyrie for personal reasons would just rather not prefer to do anything around them. But every time you are the one to initiate any sort of affection, he'll immediately rub/scratch at his nose with a very dumb founded flustered look on his face.

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Nero is actually a good cook and absolutely loves cooking things for you and that is usually what happens for most dates, no matter how complicated the recipe he just seems to have a natural talent for it. So when it comes not only dates but to holidays as well, it's really funny to see the youngest relative of Sparda cooking away to serve the rest of the company on Christmas day when everyone knows damn well that neither his father or uncle has any clue how to work a kitchen and this is a fact that he holds proudly over his head.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Well being Vergil's human half, I still say most things still somewhat apply to him but a little bit differently. V's not really the best partner to spar with for starters (the most I see him doing is letting you train with his familiars) but I feel that he still completely understands the reason why Vergil would desperately want that, but he has a little bit more in himself to have faith in you to know you can more than able to handle yourself with your abilities.

Like with Vergil, V absolutely loves to read with you. It puts a nice warm feeling in his chest when the two of you are alone and with you in his arms as he reads to you as you both sit against Shadow and Griffon nesting nicely in your lap, all together like a nice small family.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

V, unlike Vergil, is torn between PDA. Like Vergil, he really does appreciate the privacy of time spent together behind closed doors but also he really does like the feeling of people seeing the two of you together as a couple, it brings out a heavy sense of pride and stroking his ego.

V doesn't feel need to brag, he's proud of you and if you're with him you should know that by now, but if you're in need of some encouragement he always knows what right thing he's proud of you to pick you tight back up again.

Kisses from V are never shy, will he do it often in front of others? Occasionally, but never frequent. When he does though they're always sudden and full of spark, you swear his lips are like an instant kill switch to your brain because once you realize that he's kissed you it's already hit you and most of the time you hear whistles and teases from Griffon (and sometimes Nico if she's around) that bring you back earth to (Name).

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Vergil's nightmares plague him a lot, I mean he's literally contracted to them. So expect a lot of countless of nights of him waking up in cold sweat and doing his best to keep his sobs down as the image of Nelo Angelo is burnt into his mind. He would rather not talk about it, but he really does appreciate feeling you holding him through the after shocks. Tracing his tattoos or gently combing your fingers through his hair will slowly calm him down enough to at least lay back down with you and hesitantly fall back asleep knowing you're there to fight off the plagues of his mind at a moments notice.

#devil may cry #devil may cry x reader #dante x reader #vergil x reader #nero x reader #v x reader #dante sparda #vergil sparda #nero sparda #v dmc #mine

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KIM MYUNGJUN/ MJ - LOVE PURPOSE

WARNING: DETAILED SMUT SCENES AND FOUL LANGUAGE AHEAD!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: I am sorry it took me for a week to update because I have other things to do and this is my first smut fanfiction for MJ and I hope you will all like it my beloved readers!

Characters: Reader - Y/N (female) x MJ/ Kim Myungjun

L/N (insert your last name/surname)

Y/N is an office worker together with her friend named Jerin. In their company, every fifth month of the year they always awarded who is the best employee in every department then Y/N and Jerin decided to check in their bulletin board outside their department office and they saw it was…

“Kim Myungjun a.k.a MJ is the awardee again? I am tired of seeing his photo every fifth month in our bulletin board!” Y/N said as she sighed and Jerin slightly laughed at her.

“Why? Do you also expect that you will receive that award and beat MJ?” Jerin asked.

“To be honest, I am still expecting because I know that I didn’t make any mistakes in our work and I am always early going to work. I don’t know why I am still not receiving that kind of award,” Y/N said.

"We all know that you are a great employee but I bet you didn't know that much about MJ, right? He is the most sociable employee in our department. Probably the other superiors kept voting him as the best employee is that aside from MJ being excellent in doing his job he is very sociable and he kept helping the others too because he has so much expertise," Jerin said and Y/N just sighed.

“Gosh! I wish I could have those kinds of attributes like him. You know, It’s hard for me to mingle and talk to other people if you don’t know them at all,” Y/N said.

"I know! But I am impressed that it's really easy for him to communicate with other people that quickly. Also, I heard MJ is very popular with other departments too and even the CEO said he is so happy to have him in the company," Jerin said.

"Oh well! I will not be surprised that he will have a quick promotion to be in the higher position," Y/N said.

“I think so! Let’s go back to work,” Jerin said and Y/N nodded. As they went inside their office, suddenly MJ is about to go out there office and…

“Hi Y/N and Jerin!” MJ said as he suddenly winked at Y/N and she was surprised but then Y/N and Jerin just smiled at him and he left the office.

“Oh! How did he know my name? We even don’t talk to each other,” Y/N thought and Jerin noticed she stopped walking and…

“Is there are problem Y/N? or are you just thinking why he winked at you?” Jerin said as she slightly teased her and Y/N glared at her.

"No, I am not! Also, I never talked to him and I am just surprised that he knows my name," Y/N said and Jerin laughed at her.

“Probably he just saw your name somewhere like in the documents or he just overheard it. As for my case, he knows my name because I kept giving some documents to him,” Jerin said as she smiled.

“Well, I think so! We really should get going and finish our work,” Y/N said and Jerin nodded as they just went back to their working stations. As for MJ who also checked the bulletin board, he smiled brightly because he is again the best employee then someone approached him and it’s his friend named Cha Eunwoo who is in another department and…

“Congrats again MJ!” Eunwoo said as he smiled at him.

“Thanks, bro!” MJ said as he smiled back.

“You really deserve a promotion in that case because you were always the best employee of the department,” Eunwoo said and MJ chuckled.

“I still have many things to learn, okay? Also, I am just doing my best too,” MJ said.

"Oh! I see! Did you hear that someone tried to beat you for being the best employee?" Eunwoo asked and MJ was surprised.

"Nope! But I don't mind if that person will be the next best employee since I think also some other people deserve to be the best employee because all of us here are doing our best to get recognition," MJ said.

“Oh! I agree with you! The name of that person that was also nominated for being the best employee is L/N Y/N,” Eunwoo said.

“Oh! The beautiful lady in our department,” MJ said and Eunwoo just smirked.

“I am so surprised at your words MJ. But does it mean you already like her?” Eunwoo asked and MJ smiled.

"To be honest, I liked her since I was in college but at that time, I am in my senior year and Y/N is in her junior year," MJ said.

“Oh! I see! That’s why she didn’t really know you at all,” Eunwoo said.

“You’re right! I am just happy that I got to work with her in the same department,” MJ said as he smiled brightly.

“But why didn’t you make a move already to her?” Eunwoo asked.

“I am just waiting for the right time and also, I don’t want her to be uncomfortable because I still didn’t talk to her at all too,” MJ said.

“Oh! I see! Good luck bro! I have to go and congratulations again!” Eunwoo said.

“Okay! Thanks again! Have a nice day!” MJ said as he smiled and Eunwoo nodded and he left him then MJ just went back to his working station. While Y/N is working she suddenly remembered something and she approached Jerin.

"Jerin, I wanted to ask you if you have already had a roommate in your place?" Y/N asked.

“Yes! I live with my older sister. Why?” Jerin asked.

"Oh! Okay! I just think I should look for a place to rent that is near our working place because I am easily getting tired of being home at late night in my place," Y/N said.

"Wait! I have some flyers of apartments that you can check out. I got these flyers because before I also search for a place to live but I didn't have a chance to check them out because my older sister let me live with her. I hope these flyers will help," Jerin said as she gave the flyers to her.

"Oh! Okay! Thanks, Jerin! I will check them out this weekend," Y/N said and Jerin nodded.

FAST FORWARD….

It was Saturday and she tried to call the numbers that were in the flyers but some of them told her that the apartment is already occupied and as for the last flyer, she tried to call it and finally, someone told her the apartment is still not occupied and it was just a few minutes away from her working place. Then on the same day, she decided to check out the apartment and…

“Good afternoon! Ms. Y/N, I am Jinwoo and I am one of the lessors of the apartment. Let’s go and I will show you the apartment you will move in,” Jinwoo said and Y/N nodded and she followed him. As they went to the apartment, Y/N checked the room and other parts of the apartment…

"Wow! I am surprised it's already fully furnished and yet the monthly price is cheap," Y/N said.

“So, Ms. Y/N are you going to occupy this apartment?” Jinwoo asked.

“Yes! I love the interior and I think I will don’t have any problems when I go to work,” Y/N said as she smiled.

“That’s great! Let’s go to my office now and you can transfer your advance payment via online bank transfer and I will let you signed the contract there,” Jinwoo said and Y/N nodded then both of them went to the office and signed the contract and after signing the contract, Y/N told him that she can move in tomorrow.

“Are you sure that you can move in tomorrow? But you told me earlier that your place from here is far. I can help you get your things,” Jinwoo said.

“Are you sure about that? You will really help me? But how much should I pay you?” Y/N asked.

“Yes! I am willing to help you and you don’t need to pay me for helping you. Just send me the address. I know it will be hard for you to find other people that can help you get your things from your place,” Jinwoo said as he smiled.

“Oh! Okay! Thank you very much Mr. Jinwoo!” Y/N said.

“Just call me Jinjin since you will be one of our tenants in this building and I can consider now you as a friend too,” Jinwoo said as he smiled and Y/N blushed.

“Okay! I will send you the address today. I have to go and thank you again, Jinjin! See you tomorrow!” Y/N said.

“Okay! No problem Y/N! Have a nice day and Take care! See you tomorrow!” Jinwoo said and Y/N smiled and nodded then left his office.

THE NEXT DAY….

It was the day where Y/N will move into the apartment and as Jinjin promised her, he really helped get her things and went to the apartment. But as they arrived in the apartment, they suddenly saw someone loading their stuff and as they walked closer Y/N recognized and it was…

"MJ?" Y/N said and MJ turned around and looked at her with a surprised face and…

“Y/N? What are you doing here and who is he?” MJ asked.

"I should be the one to ask you that question because I am one of the lessors of that apartment and why are you here? Y/N signed the contract yesterday to move in this apartment," Jinwoo said.

“Why does he act likes he is Y/N’s boyfriend?” MJ thought and he smirked.

"Wait for a second! You are not the one who I talked to last week and I signed the contract first. Also, the name of the lessor that I talked to is, Rocky,” MJ said and Y/N was surprised.

“Are you serious?” Y/N asked and MJ nodded. Then Y/N can’t look at him.

“Oh! You mean you talked to my friend. We should check that out and settle these things first,” Jinwoo said then Y/N sighed and nodded. MJ is only looking at her but…

“I didn’t expect Y/N will be here,” MJ thought. But Y/N was just quiet and didn’t talk at all. As they went inside the office…

“Rocky, it’s great that you are here!” Jinwoo said. Then Rocky looked at MJ and…

"Good afternoon MJ! You are supposed to move into the apartment, right? Is there a problem?" Rocky asked.

"Ummm… Rocky, I want to talk to you first," Jinwoo said and Rocky nodded and they left MJ and Y/N for a moment and…

“Y/N, I know that we don’t talk to each other in the office but I wanted to ask you if you really need the apartment?” MJ asked and Y/N slightly looked at him.

“Yes, I am! Because my place is so far and I always reached my place already late at night and I am tired of it.” Y/N said.

“Oh! I see! To be honest, I don’t know what was going on between our signed contracts. Let’s just wait for them,” MJ said and Y/N nodded. Then in a few minutes, Rocky and Jinwoo went back to them and…

"I am sorry MJ and Y/N for the inconvenience. Rocky suddenly forgot to put your details in the system that made me think that it's still not occupied. But I can see that you two already know each other and I think it will not be bad that you two can live in that apartment since there are two rooms. But that was only my suggestion. I'll leave the two of you first so that you two can just talk about it for now," Jinwoo said and left them again to discuss about their decision. Then Y/N and MJ looked at each other and…

“Y/N, you can take the apartment. I will just find another place to live,” MJ said and Y/N was surprised but…

“I think there is a purpose that I met MJ today and that is, that he can help me to be the best employee and somehow make me turn into a sociable person,” Y/N thought and she suddenly shook her head and MJ was confused at her action.

“It’s really okay that you can have the apartment. I can really find another place,” MJ said.

“No! You can live with me because I want you to help me on something I wanted to achieve to," Y/N said and MJ was shocked.

“What? You will let me live with you? Also, what do you want to achieve?” MJ asked.

“Yes! I will let you live with me. I wanted to be also the best employee in our department,” Y/N said and MJ chuckled.

“I see! Okay! But I will try to help you okay?” MJ said as he smiled at her.

“Okay! Thanks, MJ!” Y/N said and MJ suddenly winked at her and Y/N blushed. Then that time, Jinwoo and Rocky went back to them and…

“We already decided that both of us will be living in that apartment,” MJ said.

"Gosh! I hope things will turn out to be okay and I will achieve being the best employee," Y/N thought as both of them smiled.

“Okay! That’s great! There will be no problem at all,” Jinwoo said and all of them agreed. As Y/N and MJ helped each other to place their things inside the apartment…

"Y/N, do you have food preferences you like? I will treat you for dinner tonight," MJ said. When Y/N looked at him, she saw that he is shirtless and she blushed madly but MJ didn’t notice that she stared at him for a long time because he keeps scrolling and searching something in his phone and…

"Damn! I didn't expect MJ will have a perfect upper body!" Y/N thought as she suddenly bites her lip but she suddenly stopped thinking lewd thoughts about him and…

“I just don’t like spicy food and the rest will be okay for me,” Y/N said as she smiled.

"Okay! I will order now," MJ said as he smiled back and Y/N blushed and gulped. As time goes by, their food for dinner arrived and Y/N helped MJ to get the food and set it on the dining table and when they are about to have dinner, Y/N can't continue eating her food because…

“Umm… MJ, I think you should put on clothes first. It’s kinda distracting,” Y/N said and MJ smirked.

“Really? Are you distracted at my body?” MJ asked bluntly and Y/N gulped.

“You’re right! because to be honest, I haven’t lived in yet with a guy. You know what I mean, right?” Y/N asked.

“Oh! Okay! I understand, Y/N! Wait for a second!” MJ said and Y/N nodded. Then after few seconds, he went back and Y/N was still kinda distracted because…

"Gosh! He is in a sleeveless shirt and his arms are really muscular! I should just continue to eat my food he might get the wrong idea," Y/N thought. After they finished their dinner, Y/N volunteered to wash the dishes but…

“Y/N you should relax now. I will wash the dishes tonight,” MJ said as he smiled and Y/N blushed.

“Are you sure about that? You already treated me for dinner then you will also wash the dishes?” Y/N asked.

“It’s okay! I insist! You can relax now,” MJ said and both of them smiled at each other. Then Y/N just went to the living room and started to watch her favorite shows. But as time goes by, when MJ was already finished washing the dishes he already saw that Y/N already fell asleep and he slowly looked at her while still sleeping and…

“It seems she is really tired. I should just carry her into her room,” MJ thought and he just carried her bridal style and placed her in the bed and put a blanket on top of her.

"Good night Y/N! You are really beautiful!" MJ said in low voice and he slightly smiled. Then he just turns off the lights of her room. The next day, both of them went together in the office and some of their officemates are looking at them confused then when Y/N was about to go straight to her working station, MJ suddenly held her hand that made Y/N blushed at his action and…

"We will go back home together too, okay?" MJ asked as he smiled at her and Y/N nodded and smiled back. Then as soon as MJ already went to his working station many of his teammates went to him immediately and asked questions about Y/N. As for Y/N who is also in her working station, Jerin and another colleague named Sanha approached her and…

“Did we just see it right now that you and MJ come to the office together?” Jerin asked.

“You should just share to us that you are already dating him,” Sanha said and Y/N just can’t stop blushing.

“We aren’t dating and we are just friends,” Y/N said and Jerin smirked and Sanha slightly laughed.

"Are you sure? But why did he hold your hand? and suddenly he tells you something. Also, Sanha is right you should share it with us," Jerin said and Y/N sighed.

“I am telling the truth that we are just friends and I know you two will get the wrong idea if I say that we actually living in an apartment,” Y/N said then Sanha and Jerin were surprised.

“What? How did that happen?” Sanha asked.

“I will make the long story short, okay?” Y/N said then Sanha and Jerin nodded.

“On the day when I will move in the apartment, the lessor didn’t know that MJ signed first the contract and suddenly we had a discussion if one of us will take the apartment or just live together but we just decided to live together instead,” Y/N said.

“Oh! But who suggested that you two live together?” Jerin asked.

“The lessor suggested it and I also thought that it will not be a bad idea because I can seek help from him to be the best employee,” Y/N said.

“Oh! That’s a good decision though. But we can feel you two will be very close to each other,” Sanha said and smiled at her.

“Not only be close to each other. Also, we will not be surprised that they will fall in love with each other and they will be in a relationship,” Jerin said and Sanha agreed but Y/N blushed at her words.

“We should just start working and someone might scold us,” Y/N said then Jerin and Sanha nodded and went back to their working stations. As for MJ who is busily working, someone sends a message to him in their web portal and it’s Eunwoo.

THEIR CONVERSATION…

Eunwoo: Hey! I saw that you are with Y/N. Are you two already dating?

MJ: No! We are just friends and to be honest, I am so sick of that question because many of my teammates keep asking me about that.

Eunwoo: Oh! I see! So, why the two of you are together going to the office?

MJ: We live in the same apartment.

Eunwoo: What? Are you serious? I thought you two are not dating but living in one apartment? I am confused.

MJ: Eunwoo, it doesn't mean that if I live with a woman I am already dating her, okay? There was just a little problem that happened yesterday when I moved in. But both of us just decided to live in the same apartment.

Eunwoo: Oh! Okay! But it means you are happy that you will see her every day?

MJ: Of course, I am! I will always take care of her too and I will try to help her achieve to be the next best employee.

Eunwoo: Wow! You really have good helping hands.

MJ: Yup! Since she’s with me now and I will help her as much as I can.

Eunwoo: I hope Y/N will fall in love with you.

MJ: I hope so! But let’s see what will happen to both of us.

Eunwoo: Okay! I have to work now! Have a nice day!

MJ: Have a nice day too, Eunwoo!

END OF THEIR CONVERSATION.

After MJ had a conversation with Eunwoo, he just smiled and…

“I will make Y/N mine no matter what happens!” MJ thought and he just went back to work. As time goes by, it was already their lunch break and both of them just had lunch with their friends instead.

While they are in the pantry, Jerin and Sanha saw MJ that…

"Y/N, MJ keeps looking at you and it seems he is going to give something to you. Here he comes!" Jerin said and Y/N was surprised when MJ approached their table and he smiled at her and her friends.

“I wanted to give this to you,” MJ said as he gave her a bottle of cold coffee and Y/N blushed.

“How did he know it’s my favorite? Oh well, I think it's only a coincidence that it's my favorite coffee,” Y/N thought and she just smiled at him.

“You shouldn’t have bought me this coffee because you already treated me for dinner last night,” Y/N said then while they are still talking to each other, Sanha and Jerin got giddy.

“It’s no biggie, Y/N! I hope that coffee will energize you for working today,” MJ said.

“Thanks, MJ!” Y/N said as both of them smiled.

“I have to go and probably my friends are waiting for me,” MJ said and Y/N nodded and MJ just left them.

"MJ treated you for dinner last night, huh? That's so sweet on the first day of you and him living in the same apartment," Jerin said.

“I didn’t expect that even though you two don’t talk here in the office at all. You two will be close to each other quickly,” Sanha said as he smiled.

“He treated me for dinner last night because he insists and also, I think because of the problem between our signed contracts,” Y/N said.

“I doubt that was only his reason that he treated you for dinner,” Jerin said as she and Sanha teased Y/N.

“Just stop it you two! Let’s just finish our lunch and we should finish things up,” Y/N said then Jerin and Sanha just laughed at her. As time goes by, it was time for them to go home and someone approached Y/N’s working station and it’s MJ.

“Are you ready to go home?” MJ asked.

“Yup! Let’s go! By the way, Jerin and Sanha, I have to go now! Bye guys!” Y/N said.

"Okay! MJ, take care of Y/N, okay?" Jerin asked and MJ slightly laughed.

“Don’t worry I will take care and protect Y/N,” MJ said as he suddenly wrapped his arms around Y/N’s shoulder and she was surprised at his action then Sanha and Jerin were surprised too but just smiled at them.

“Why do you sound like you are Y/N’s boyfriend? Is there something that we don’t know about the two of you?” Sanha asked and Y/N suddenly glared at Sanha but MJ didn’t notice her but when he was about to answer Sanha’s question.

"We really should get going MJ. You can talk to them some time," Y/N said.

“Oh! Okay! We have to go bye!” MJ said then Jerin and Sanha nodded and they waved goodbye to them.

"I can really feel that MJ has already feelings for her and he will not play with Y/N's heart," Jerin said.

"I think so too! Also, he can make Y/N be the next best employee of our department," Sanha said and Jerin agreed with his statement. As for Y/N and MJ who already got home and already changed into comfortable clothes they had dinner and watched their favorite shows and…

“I suddenly remember that you wanted me to help you become the best employee, right?” MJ asked.

“Yup! I will be honest with you that I envy you so much because you keep getting the recognition and I think that I also deserve it because I have perfect attendance, I am a punctual person, and don’t have any mistakes in doing my job until now,” Y/N said as she sighed and can’t look at him and MJ was kinda surprised how Y/N being so honest to him.

“I understand how you feel Y/N. But I don’t know if you will be able to do the things that I do to be the best employee because I can see that you are not sociable at all and you are an introvert, right?” MJ asked.

"Yup! I am an introverted person," Y/N said.

“But if you will give a try to be more sociable in many ways you can also gain more friends too and also, aside from being punctual, having a perfect attendance and not having mistakes in work you should try to mingle with other people but of course, you should mingle with those people who are just good influence to you so that, when you needed help in work they will be able to share their knowledge to you and you will be able to improve on your job and also, you will be more confident be a helping hand to others,” MJ said as he smiled brightly at her and Y/N blushed.

“It means you are now included to my list who are the people that gives me good influence,” Y/N said as she smiled back.

"Of course, I am! Also, I will never put you in danger. Just be careful always. Because not all people are the same. But I suggest sometimes you should try also going with your teammates like when they planned a get together so that they will know that somehow you aren’t hard to talk to and they will discover that you are friendly. But!” MJ said.

“But what?” Y/N asked as she looked at him.

“But still, it doesn’t mean that you should always follow them on what they want. You can always say “NO” if you already know that it’s out of your limit because if you keep saying "YES" but you are already out of your limits it can put you in danger. Remember that okay?" MJ said as he looked at her seriously.

“Okay! No worries I will put that into my mind and thanks for all of your advice. I am glad that I had the chance to have this kind of conversation with you,” Y/N said as she smiled.

“Me too! I really hope you will be able to gain more friends,” MJ said.

“Don’t worry I will try my best to communicate with others too,” Y/N said.

“That’s great! We should go to sleep and we still have work tomorrow,” MJ said.

“Okay! Good night MJ!” Y/N said.

“Good night and sweet dreams Y/N!” MJ said as both of them smiled at each other and went inside their rooms.

FAST FORWARD…

It’s been one month since Y/N and MJ live in the same apartment and somehow Y/N starting to be more sociable that made MJ happy for her because Y/N is becoming more confident to approach other people and also, thanks to MJ's advice to her. It was already Friday and at that time, Y/N sent a message to MJ and it says…

“MJ you can go home first, I will join later my teammates for a drink in the bar, - Y/N”

When MJ saw it he chuckled and replied…

"Okay, Y/N! Just don't drink too much, okay? I will just wait for you in our place- MJ"

“Don’t worry I will go back home safely and I will not drink too much - Y/N”

“Okay! Have fun later with them! - MJ”

“Thanks! Take care and be safe when you go home later - Y/N”

After exchanging messages with MJ, Y/N didn’t know Jerin is looking at her and…

“Just don’t drink too much, okay?” Jerin said as she read one of MJ’s messages and Y/N was startled at her sudden appearance behind her and Jerin laughed at her.

“You know, I will not be surprised that you two will be dating and he’s very caring about you,” Jerin said.

“It’s normal that both of us taking care of each other since we are living in the same apartment and also, you know he is helping me to be the best employee. Did you already forgot?” Y/N asked.

“Well, you’re right! But as I can see whenever both of you going home together it’s like you two are very sweet to each other and sometimes, the look of your eyes to each other have spark and MJ looks like your boyfriend rather your friend only,” Jerin said as she smiled at her and Y/N blushed.

“Let’s just not assume things, shall we? Let’s just go back to work and have some fun later, okay?” Y/N said and Jerin nodded and smiled at her. As time goes by, it was already time for Y/N and their teammates to have some fun in the bar and MJ went home first. As Y/N already in the bar…

“You should have made MJ join us tonight,” Jerin said.

“He can’t because he’s kinda busy too,” Y/N said.

“Are you sure about that?” Jerin asked.

“Yup! Also, I forgot to tell you that I won’t be staying here for a long time because I don’t want to get drunk and I will be going home alone and it’s dangerous,” Y/N said.

“Why don’t MJ pick you up here?” one of Y/N’s teammates asked and Y/N chuckled.

“I don’t want to bother him and he just went home and probably he is now resting in our apartment,” Y/N said.

“Okay! If you said so!” one of Y/N’s teammates said and smiled at her. As the drinks arrived at their table, one by one took their drinks, and sometimes, they play games but there was one time, Y/N keep losing where the consequence that she should drink her alcoholic drink in one shot that made her drunk and Jerin kept telling her to stop but Y/N was really stubborn and suddenly Jerin had an idea of calling MJ. As for MJ who is still waiting for Y/N to come home, he suddenly received a call and he answered it.

THEIR CONVERSATION…

MJ: Y/N! Are you going home now?

Jerin: I am sorry. This is Jerin, Y/N’s friend. I think you should pick her up here in the bar.

MJ: Huh? Why? Is she drunk?

Jerin: Umm… Yes! I didn’t expect that Y/N will be very stubborn when she is drunk and it’s her first time to drink with our teammates.

MJ: Oh! Okay! Give me the name and address of the bar then I will pick her up.

Jerin: Okay! Thanks, MJ!

MJ: Okay! I will be there few minutes.

END OF CONVERSATION.

Then as soon as Jerin sent the address of the bar to MJ he went there as soon as possible and as MJ reached the bar and he saw that Y/N is now asleep near Jerin and he sighed.

“I am sorry if we made Y/N drunk and I think she really had fun joining us for tonight,” Jerin said.

“It’s okay I understand. I will carry her in my back instead,” MJ said and Jerin nodded while the other teammates are getting giddy because of MJ being sweet to Y/N and…

“I envy Y/N so much because she has already a sweet boyfriend,” one of Y/N’s teammates said and MJ just chuckled.

"We should get going now, guys! Bye!" MJ said while he was still carrying Y/N in his back.

“Okay! Take care of Y/N!” Jerin said and MJ nodded as he smiled at them. Then MJ placed her in the front seat and he slightly inclined the chair and when he was about to drive he looked at her and…

"You had too much fun, Y/N!" MJ said as he slightly laughed at her. As they reached their apartment, he carried her going to her room and laid her in the bed, removed her shoes, and just put a blanket over her but when he was about to leave her, Y/N suddenly pulled MJ close to her that made MJ surprised and…

“Don’t leave me please!” Y/N said as she still in a drunken state and MJ blushed but when he was trying to get rid of Y/N’s hands to him, Y/N suddenly hugged him more and wrapped her legs around him and MJ was so shocked.

“Shit! It seems I will not be able to get out of her side tonight but the sleeping position is kinda weird,” MJ thought as he just tried to sleep with her but as time goes by, it was already 1 am and MJ can’t still sleep beside her because her legs are wrapped around him and he suddenly realized Y/N’s top was unbuttoned that made MJ gulped at the sight of her breast and he can feel that he is getting hard and…

“Shit! I shouldn’t have seen that!” MJ thought but as Y/N suddenly moved against him…

“Fuck! Stop that Y/N!” MJ said in a loud voice and Y/N woke up because of his voice and that time she was already sober up and she was surprised that she actually hugged MJ tightly and pulled out from him.

“Shit! I am so sorry MJ! I just sober up now,” Y/N said as she gulped when she saw that MJ was now already hard against his pants and MJ noticed her reaction.

“See what you did to me?” MJ asked as he smirked and he suddenly kissed her hungrily and Y/N just responded to his kiss and while they making out, MJ went above her and kissed her neck then MJ’s hands went to unbutton her top and cupped her clothed breast that made Y/N moan into the kiss and he successfully slipped his tongue inside her mouth and dominated the kiss. Then suddenly they stopped and MJ's eyes stared at Y/N full of lust and Y/N just blushed.

“Strip now, Y/N!” MJ said and Y/N just obeyed him and MJ continued to stare at her in every move she made and he is just becoming more turned on and when Y/N was already naked he licked his lips and…

"Shit! You are so hot and sexy, Y/N!" MJ said and Y/N just blushed at his remark. Then MJ suddenly removed all of his clothes and when MJ was now the naked one…

“Oh shit! He has a perfect body!” Y/N thought and suddenly bite her lips.

“Like what you see?” MJ asked as he smirked and he suddenly pushed her back in the bed and attacked her neck again that made Y/N moaned his name softly and MJ bit and sucked her neck harshly that made a visible hickey on it.

"You are now mine Y/N!" MJ said as he whispered in her ears and licked her earlobe and Y/N just moaned. Then MJ's lips went to her breast as he licks and bites her nipple that made one of Y/N's hands went to his head and caressed it and slightly pushing more to her breast and MJ just smirked at her action. Then MJ ran his tongue between her breast and he left wet kisses on her stomach, belly button, and to her thighs. MJ suddenly spread her legs widely that made Y/N conscious and MJ felt it.

“Y/N, remember you are beautiful and sexy for me. Don’t be insecure and I will really prove it to you at this hour,” MJ said as he winked at her and Y/N tried to smile but she gulped the sight of MJ being between her legs and when she was also about to talk, MJ’s tongue suddenly dived into her core and he licked and sucked it harshly that made Y/N’s head laid back into the pillow and gripped the sheets and moan his name loudly.

"Keep moaning my name babe! You look so hot!" MJ said as he continued to eat her core wildly and he decided to put his hands around her thighs and pulled it more to his mouth and his tongue got more access inside her core and Y/N almost screamed his name because of MJ's tongue doing its magic into her core and…

“Shit! Like that MJ!” Y/N said and MJ just smirked. But as MJ continued to eat her wildly...

“Fuck! If you keep doing that you will make me cum!” Y/N said.

“You can cum anytime for me babe!” MJ said. Then after a few seconds, Y/N cum onto his mouth and he sucked all of her juices that made a slurping sound in the room. MJ suddenly stood up and…

"Wait for a while I will get a condom in my room. You can rest for a second," MJ said and Y/N just nodded and trying to breathe normally and MJ just went to his room and get a condom and went back to her room then he put the condom onto his cock and went above her.

“This is your first time, right?” MJ asked.

“Yes!” Y/N said as she blushed and can’t look at him and MJ cupped her face to look at him.

“Don’t worry I will be gentle to you. To be honest, I like you and I love you for a long time, Y/N,” MJ said and Y/N was surprised.

“I like you and I love you too MJ!” Y/N said as both of them smiled at each other.

“Are you ready? We can just take our time if you want,” MJ said.

“No! I am ready! I want you too so bad!” Y/N said and MJ smirked then he suddenly kissed her lips passionately and one of his hands went to his cock and inserted it into her core slowly that made Y/N moan loudly in the kiss and when they pulled out from the kiss MJ suddenly saw that Y/N’s face is in pain and…

"Did I hurt you that much?" MJ asked with a concerned voice.

"A little but don't worry I know I will handle it and will feel pleasure later," Y/N said as she bites her lips trying to bear the pain she felt and MJ suddenly sucked her breast again to make her distract from the pain. But when MJ was already fully into her core, Y/N already adjusted and suddenly stared at him.

“Move now MJ!” Y/N said and MJ smirked.

“Sure babe! You can tell me if you want me to harder and rougher!” MJ said as he suddenly gripped her waist and thrust his cock to her at a fast pace and Y/N eyes closed and gripped MJ’s arms.

"Fuck! You are so tight, babe!" MJ said as he suddenly changed the pace from fast to a harder and rougher pace that made Y/N arched her back violently and throw her head back and moaned his name loudly.

"Shit! You are so fucking hot seeing you like that being a moaning mess!" MJ said and he suddenly hugged her body close to him that made his cock go deeper to her and continued at a rougher pace that made Y/N screamed his name because his cock hit all the right places inside her and her hands were also on his broad back as she dug and raked her nails that will surely have red marks on it.

“Oh shit! Feel so good being deeper to you!” MJ said as he bit Y/N’s earlobe and he keeps whispering sweet and dirty things to her that made Y/N crazy. But as time goes by MJ still can’t stop being rough to her that made Y/N oversensitive at her core and…

“Oh gosh MJ! I am about to cum! Shit!” Y/N said.

"Cum with me, Y/N!" MJ said as he continued to ram his cock to her and in a few thrusts, both of them cum and MJ's body suddenly rested for few seconds above her and Y/N hugged his body that made MJ smiled and…

“I don’t want this to end,” Y/N said and when MJ was about to get out from the hug, Y/N hugged him more even though his body is still above her and…

“Me too, Y/N! I don’t want this to end but I don’t want to suffocate you underneath me. I should get up and remove the condom first from my cock,” MJ said and Y/N just laughed and she stopped hugging his body. Then MJ pulled out his cock that made Y/N slightly moan from his action and he removed the condom and threw it in the trash bin near the bed then he went back to lay beside her and looked at her.

“I am so happy that you are now mine because since college I already like you,” MJ said and Y/N was surprised.

"Since college? You didn't become my classmate that time in any subject," Y/N said.

"I know but that time I am in my senior year and you are in your junior year and also, I didn't have a chance to make a move to you that time because you know, senior year have so many things to do especially thesis and other requirements since I am already a graduating student that time and also, our class schedules are not on the same time," MJ said.

“Oh! Wait! I kinda remember you now because you are the one who keeps hosting events in the university, right?” Y/N asked.

“Yup! You’re right! They kept choosing me to host the events because they really know me that I am good at hosting and I am active in some extra co-curricular activities,” MJ said.

"Oh! I see! Also, I remember you are known to be the Mr. Sociable in the university too because I heard almost in every year level of the students you have some friends including professors in other departments. That time, I thought that you look like a politician or whatever public figure it is because you are very popular in the university," Y/N said and both of them laughed.

“To be honest, I never joined the student council because it’s not my cup of tea. I just really like entertaining other people. To be honest, I didn’t expect we will work in the same company and I will meet you again after few years I graduated and I am so happy that I have you now, Y/N,” MJ said as he smiled and Y/N blushed as she hugged him and MJ hugged her back.

”Me too! I think our decision to live in the same apartment is not a bad idea at all and also, I thought that my purpose for you to live with me is that only you can help me to be the best employee but…” Y/N suddenly was cut off when MJ kissed her lips quickly and…

“But instead it became a sweet and loving purpose to us,” MJ said as both of them smiled at each other.

“You’re right! We should sleep now. Good night and I love you MJ!” Y/N said.

“Good night and I love you too so much Y/N!” MJ said as hugged her close to him and kissed her forehead and both of them went to sleep. As they continued to be a loving couple, Y/N finally achieved to be the best employee but sometimes, MJ is really protective and he also joined Y/N whenever she joins a get together with her teammates to make sure that Y/N will not be drunk again but Y/N understands it and their relationship is a sweet and loving one that made her teammates more envious of them.

끝 THE END

Thank you for reading my one-shot smut fanfiction

for Astro’s MJ!

Stay tuned for the next member! :)

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msgrumpygills · 3 years

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I gotta say, the more relatable the Pads try to seem, the more they piss people off.

I am a mother two. My husband constantly works to keep us afloat and I take side jobs when I can as long as it works with my kid's school schedules because we can't afford child care. I don't have multiple nannies to watch my kids or help with housework and you know what? I don't complain about how hard it is. It's the life I chose to have. I don't expect praise for doing what I am supposed to do. My husband works 5 days a week and when he isn't working, he's spending time with us. Sometimes he'll even take the kids off my hands for a few hours so I can get a break because that's what a good father and husband does. When he posts about them on social media, it's always talking about how grateful he is to spend the time with them that he does get to spend. And we all get on each other's nerves. The kids drive both of us crazy and we drive each other crazy, but we don't try and pretend like we're perfect. We're a typical family.

A family who can afford to have staff on hand at all times, a mother who never has to worry about bills and education, who never has to feel guilty for taking a few minutes to herself because she knows someone else is there to take care of whatever she's putting off, a mother who has time to do anything other than provide for her spouse and her children...a father who spends all his free time away from home, who complains about how hard it is to be around his kids, a man who praises his wife for all that she does without acknowledging that she has help, all while pretending that they are perfect...that's not a family, that's Hollywood.

Pictire perfect doesn't exist and anyone with a brain knows that. If they want to peddle their crap they need to stop trying so hard and be real for once because, lets be honest, you cant live off the money of adoring fans forever. People lose interest in thing over time and Walker isn't exactly thriving. Eventually the spn crowd is going to fizzle out (of course there will still be those few who stay forver) and a handful of people emptying their pockets to line theirs isn't enough to keep their lifestyle. People don't want to see perfect and they sure as hell don't want to listen to people with more money than anyone needs and help around every corner complain about how hard life is for them. And sure? Celebrities have struggles, but those struggles are not on the same level as the people they're trying to relate to. People definitely don't want to keep shelling out their hard earned money give to a celebrity so that celebrity can donate a portion of it to a charity when thay celebrity has more than enough to reach the goal that they set on their own.

I hope they wake up to reality soon. Otherwise they're gonna end up like the rest of us and as much as I would pay to see that wake up call, i don't wish that kind of abrupt life change on those children (being raised by parents who don't know how to function without gobs of money and never had to raise them alone could be seriously damaging)

I want to say that I commend you and admire you so much! I can’t imagine the strength and willpower it takes to do what you do, and if no one has told you today, you are so appreciated! <3

Your family is the exact type that Jared and Gen are trying to portray. They wanna paint themselves as the hardworking parents that work so hard to support and take care of their three kids and how Gen is a hero for doing it all on her own while Jared is winning that bread. They’re definitely actors playing a role here and their “family” is as authentic as Jared’s sobriety.

I think by trying to be relatable, they just make asses of themselves. Everyone knows they have a staff of help, but Gen acts like she has to fight to get time to herself. Jared acts like seeing his kids is the worst thing on the planet and he makes sure everyone knows it. Like I said, some parents joke around about the kids driving them insane, but it’s not every single post. On top of that, those parents who make those jokes once in a while are present all the time, they’re with the kids, they appreciate their kids, they don’t pop in for the weekly dad appearance and then complain about it the whole time. Jared might think he’s being cute and relatable, but he looks like an asshole.

I don’t know if anyone else here ever watched Wife Swap, but I would LOVE to see the Pads swap lives with an actual family who has actual problems. They would implode. I think you’re right about the kids, they’re the ones who are going to suffer ultimately, more than they probably already are. Their father is barely there (I wanna say Jared brought that up about his kids not really knowing him? Maybe it was someone else so don’t quote me on that.) and when he is there, he acts like he can’t get away fast enough. He just pops in for the staged “family goals” pictures and then shovels the kids back onto the nannies so he can go act like a 20-something college kid. Their mother only pays attention to them when she needs them to pose for her charade of happy family on instagram. When she doesn’t need them, she’s shilling them onto the nannies so she can go have “me time” which she certainly doesn’t get enough of, being unemployed and letting ghost writers take care of her passion projects. When she should be a caring mother, she monetizes it. Nothing is genuine and you can tell that the kids are getting tired of being the performing monkeys for her clickbait social media posts.

I’d hope that Jared has some money stored away and has invested it well so they’ll be prepared for when Supernatural fizzles out and when Walker (hopefully sooner than later) dies out. Gen won’t be able to jet around the country and buy clothes that are as much as car payments, and Jared won’t have the extra money to go blow on weekend getaways and traveling to anywhere that isn’t his compound. They might even have to downsize and what are they gonna do without their 3 gyms, tennis court, pool and guest house?

I hope they get a wake-up call or snap out of it, but I don’t see that ever happening with these people.

#grumpy answers #anti genevieve #jared padalecki #Anonymous

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eerythingisshaka · 4 years

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[Rio x Reader]

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“Alright, alright party people! Coming to the stage now is your girl, Candiiii!”

DJ Thundercat announces a dancer to the stage who sends the house into a frenzy. Lights dance across her body giving you mere snapshots of what she had going on before the glowing red spotlight revealed her deviant frame. The deep tones of her skin set a perfect backdrop for the light to catch. Her smile looked like fangs as she snaked around the stage, eyeing the crowd through the hordes of money raining in front of her. She shakes her Diana Ross-esque hair around to rev up the crowd even more.

You carry your drink tray back to the bar and lean back, enjoying the view.

“She’s a fucking sight, ain’t she?” The bartender, Jules says to you while popping open a can of Coke.

“Always. I don’t know how she does it every single time…” your voice trails as she climbs the pole, leaning back into a move called the Eye Opener. A guy in the front row looks like he wants to eat his chair, he’s so enraptured.

“Practice and passion is all it takes. And when your money is up, a good doctor doesn’t hurt,” Jules says before tapping your shoulder. “You know a drop is going down tonight.”

“Really?” you say with worry. “Is it the same guy as before or someone else?”

“Someone new. He may be working with the guy from before but since he got his job back as a cop he has to keep his nose a little cleaner.”

You snort. “Yeah right. So what is this guy's deal?”

Jules leans closer to you. “So you know Aviator? Last I heard, he is behind on some payments, plural! How he is still breathing is anybody’s guess but some dude named Rio is coming in with his crew to set up a payment plan.”

“Well that’s nice...right?”

Jules looks at you like you shat an egg. “Are you kidding me? That’s just code for curtains. Sleeping with the fishes. Giving him a Colombian necktie. That’s why I’m telling you in case something big goes down. Get your ass far away from the action as possible.”

You thank Jules as she sets a couple drinks on your tray for you to serve. You adjust your red fishnet stocking rolling down your thigh and head over to table 8.

“Thanks honey.” One middle aged balding man says, holding out a $10 bill.

You smile nice and wide and take hold of the bill, but he won’t let go.

“Does this get me to see a little of what those cups are holding in honey?” He palms your breast over your pleather cups before you could even clapback. So instead you clapped the back of his shiny noggin.

With the $10 in your possession, you push in down your cleavage. “If you like it rough, just ask. But if you like it hard, try again. If swallowing glass is your kink.” His partner applauds, laughing at his friends mishap.

You briskly walk away, heart pounding in your chest. You hate confrontation, but you refuse to be walked over in this business. Certainly not by some cheap regular who tips to get his ass beat by women.

You notice some figures entering in your peripheral. The front is too dark to see but there are several heads standing by which you find odd.

You find Jules for another drink order. “Hey, do you recognize those guys?”

Jules squints at them as they come forward. A stray light finds the face of one in the middle.

“Shit. I think that’s him. Rio.”

You look over but Jules pinches you. “Don’t call attention to yourself! Be stealthy about it.” She sets two more Cokes on your tray and shoos you away.

You walk more carefully than you regularly do, nervous about the new guests. You set the drinks down for the patrons who thank you and send you off. When you turn around you almost bump into a figure.

“Shit, sorry,” you say before freezing in place. This Latino dude with a neck tattoo peers at you like he was expecting you.

“No, it’s no problem. Excuse me will suffice.” His voice sounds like when you strained your voice at a concert the previous night, raspy and low.. You wait a minute for him to laugh or smile to let you know he is joking but enough time passed to tell you that wasn’t the case.

“Well...excuse…” You couldn’t bring yourself to the end of that phrase as you turned to walk away. Is this fool joking?

“You didn’t take my drink order, Ms. Waitress,” he calls out to you. Amazingly his low, gruff voice is very distinct over Megan thee Stallion playing in the background.

You walk up to him, looking him straight in his eyes. You can’t lie that it is impressive how his eyes trained on your never wavered elsewhere. Especially in a skin tight strapless one piece that hugged every curve like a straight jacket, how could he be so focused on a drink?

“Sure what can I get you?” you ask sharply.

“Don’t you need a pen and paper?” He asks.

“I’ll remember it,” you say with a slight slip of attitude.

His smile somehow does not break his stone glare. It actually warms his features like a hearth in the dead of winter. He must’ve been adorable as a child, you thought. That smile would make anyone spoil him.

“I’ll make it easy for you then. Get me and partners some top shelf whiskey, straight. Matter of fact, bring the bottle and some shot glasses.”

“We don’t serve alcohol, only Coke products. Where will you be sitting?” you ask, mouth turning dry.

He walks beside you, stopping just inches from your ear. “Bring it to VIP.”

You let out a heavy breath when his crew deserts you and head for Jules at the bar who is steaming.

“What did I say?” she hisses.

“I know! But he walked up on me! Look, he asked for alcohol. A bottle of whiskey for shots. What the hell do I do?”

Jules reaches under the counter, pulling out a brand new bottle of Johnny Walker and some clean shot glasses.

“For VIP we do, we just don’t advertise. And he is as VIP as it gets. Don’t do anything stupid. Girls have come out of their having done shit they couldn’t even talk to God about.”

Your heart dips at the thought of what could happen and your usually steady hands tremble under the weight of the bottle and glasses balancing on your tray. The velvet rope in front of the heavy curtains that lead to VIP is unlatched by a bodyguard who doesn’t even look at you: stoic as the Queen’s royal guard.you push open the curtain and see Rio sitting on the purple lounge couch, legs spread and posture relaxed. Everyone is quiet.

He looks at you, and only you. “There she is. Thanks for pulling this favor for me Ms. Waitress.”

He motions you over to him and you obey, laying the tray down on the glass table in front of him.

“Would you mind pouring it for me? My wrist ain’t what it used to be and that bottle is pretty heavy,” he says, rubbing it for emphasis.

He doesn’t come off as weak in any sense of the word, but you oblige his request. You give him a small smile and crack open the seal, filling the room with the glug of the bottle filling five shot glasses.

“You accept tips, right?” He asks, reaching into his pocket to pull out a roll of bills.

You stand there with your hands folded in front of you trying not to stare. “Well, if it’s offered.”

He nods slowly pulling a couple hundreds off. “I’ll give you this if you take these shots with me.”

He lays down the money on the tray and looks up at you waiting. You stutter anxiously.

“I-I thought you and-and your crew were drinking?”

“If we were, we would. But I like to keep them sober on the clock, so I figured we could indulge.” He picks up a glass of the brown liquor. “Sit down for me.”

You do so hesitantly, keeping mind to leave space between you and him. He picks up a glass and hands it to you.

“I...don’t hold my liquor well,” you confess.

“I don’t mind.” He lifts the glass to his lips, knocking his head back swiftly and firmly sets the emptied shot on the table.

“Do I have a choice here? We are shorthanded out there,” you lied, trying to see if any mercy was in his heart but he just stares. You can see his jaw tighten over your resistance, fist balling on the couch. Could he tell this wasn’t truthful? Whatever it took to get out of there, you had to do. The alcohol rushes down your throat a little too fast and although it was smooth, your windpipe just doesn’t agree with liquid going in it. You go into a mad coughing fit and slam the glass down.

“Shit, you aren’t good with alcohol for real,” Rio smiles again, making you relax a bit that he is satisfied.

Rio bobs his head to the music bumping faintly in the background. “You like this song?”

You shrug. “It’s cool.”

“You can dance if you want to. I don’t mind,” Rio leans back to wait for your answer. You think back to Jules and what Rio can do to people who offends him, but you decide to test something out.

“That’s gotta be an extra $300 on top of that.” You point at the money, anticipating his reaction.

Rio smirks. “$200 for a dance and $300 is you take another shot with me.”

You didn’t hesitate for the drink now, picking it up confidently and holding it up to him for a toast. He takes his, knocking it against yours with a strong tink. You down the shot this time without mishap and get ready to move.

You stand up with your legs widened, letting your hips sway in front of him for a good ass tease, looking back to check on him checking you. He still only looks at your face.

“You know this outfit isn’t for modesty,” you say turning to dip low in a squat while holding onto his knees, sliding your hands up his thighs.

He looks cool as ever with a half naked woman climbing on top of his lap. “I get the most out of someone when they look me straight in my eyes.”

You straddle his lap, feeling his chest, gripping his shoulders. You work your hips on him slowly.

“Shows honesty. I like that.” You play with his ear, feeling his muscle twinge from being ticklish there.

He shrugs. “Honest or not, I can tell when I’m being lied to. Like if someone is trying to screw me or screw with me.” His arms rest on the back of the couch instead of on your body, making you feel cold and awkward.

“Is that why you’re here? To meet a dishonest man.” You whisper in his ear, which must be his thing as you feel some extra friction beneath you rising.

Rio ignores you. “You got one more shot left for the $500.”

You shake your head. “You can have it. You can touch me too, you know. Perks of VIP.” You slide your hand down his bicep to pull his arm around you but he pulls back.

“Take the shot.” He says firmly. You stop your dance, reaching for the glass and tipping it back. You set it down haphazardly with a clatter, running our hands down his chest again. You weren’t at all phased by his tone, if anything it excites you, makes you clench a little. The heaviness of intoxication is setting in and you feel loose staring into his eyes. Your fingers graze his beard, his neck, summoning you to his cologne, maybe he will let you taste him there...

“Rio! Enjoying the sights I see!”

The new voice snaps you out of your mode as you fly off his lap to the side of him.

“Aviator. Nice of you to fly in.” Rio says. He looks at you and motions his finger for you to come closer. You do a mscooch, however your leg pulled over his lap is an added touch you don’t expect.

Aviator guffaws. “Good one! I was gonna offer you a drink but I see you got one so no need. On the house, of course.”

“Let’s cut to the chase, shall we? I haven’t seen you since November,” Rio says, massaging your leg lightly, like you’re his pet.

“Well the business is slower in the cold months so hey what can you do.”

“The weather? You think that’s an excuse here? Do you even own one of them anorak jackets or something?” Rio asks you as you shake your head no instantly. You can feel his anger mounting on your leg as his fingers dig deeper in your skin.

“Still, it’s holidays and shit. Look we can talk about this, but let’s lose the audience, ok? Send your guys back and let the girl work.”

“She is working, very well might I add. So you must think I’m dumb.”

Aviator pauses, looking around the room. “I said we can talk about this privately. I have a plan. You, go bus some tables.”

“Get my money Aviator. You’re overdue.” He looked bored by this back and forth and ready to end it. Your body temperature drops when he looks like this.

Aviator stood there aghast. “You’re new here, so let me tell you something. You’re not going to embarrass me like this in front of my employees. Get your ass up!” Aviator grabs you by the arm harshly, you twist your ankle trying to keep up, falling to your knees.

You hear the sound of a gun cock as your ankle throbs

“Aviator, you embarrassed yourself by not paying me. You’re not the first nor will you be the last owner here so take a guess on what you’re about to do.”

You look up to see Aviator’s hands up and a Glock to his chest.

“Help Ms. Waitress here up and take her to my car so we can have that privacy you want.”

You try to get up yourself but Aviator already has you. “Rio, I still have my shift.”

“Aviator’s got you covered, right Avi?”

Aviator curses under his breath before agreeing out loud. You limp with him out to the Escalade waiting in the alley. You get in without saying a word as you watch Aviator walk back in, flanked by two of Rio’s goons. You lean back, elevating your foot on an arm rest until Rio comes out. When he gets in he tells the driver where to go, looking at you then your ankle.

“We gotta put ice on that soon.” Rio says nonchalantly, laying his arm behind your head..

“What happened to Aviator?” You ask quietly.

Rio looks you over. “You don’t have to worry about that. Not your problem”

You stare at the city passing you all by, getting dizzy from the motion and drinks earlier, you see Rio once more looking at your body.

“You have my $500?” You ask earnestly. “I didn’t pick it up back there.”

Rio smirks, looking out his window. “This courtesy ride is nice, right?”

“I didn’t tell you where I lived.”

“Do you wanna go home?” He asks, piercing his gaze into you. They feel like they are daring you to say yes, go away, danger ahead and reroute.

“No. Is it because I didn’t finish the dance? Cuz that wasn’t my fault.”

“Oh yeah, about that. I was offering you an exit there. Go out on the floor, do what you gotta do but the lap dance was very nice.”

You laugh out loud. “What?! You didn’t tell me to stop! What’s wrong with you, so I did that for nothing?”

Rio licks his lips examining you. “Not for nothing. You’re wilder than I thought, and I don’t think that’s the whiskey.”

You cross your arms in a huff. “I wanted the money. And of course you never acted against it so…”

Rio wags a finger at you. “I appreciate that. Going for what you want. You got a business head on you. I like that.”

The ride grows quiet as you survey this man. He acts like an OG despite his age, running a tight operation with his goons. Even in this car not knowing where you are going after he pulls a gun on your boss, you feel safe with him beside you. But you had to know what made him tick.

You pull yourself on top of him, kissing him needily, tearing at his neck for his shirt button.

Rio talks through your kisses, gripping your curls in his hands. “Is this what whiskey does to you?”

You lean back, opening his shirt. “I want my money. And if I have to teach you to give it to me, I will.”

Rio’s hands feel across your back and ass and you shiver at the sensation. “I admit, I am a little hardheaded.”

“I’m very very strong willed” You lock onto his mouth once more, tasting the liquor you both shared, running your hands along the front of his pants to find the zipper. It felt so right as his hands guided your hips along his lap, pushing you on your back across the seat.

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The next morning you wake up in a sea of blankets and pillows, head throbbing as you stare at the late morning sun.

“You get some rest, Ms. Waitress?” Rio stands at the doorway of the bedroom with his hands in his pockets.

You try to sit up but your head won’t stop rolling. “God I feel awful.”

“You look it too.” Rio says, walking up to your side of the bed. “Wore me out last night.”

You keep the sheets close to your naked chest with regret. “I can’t believe this. Did we…”

Rio pauses a little too long before saying, “Nah, you complained you were dizzy and puked all over my backseat. Taking your clothes was just part of the clean up. Had to dock that from your pay unfortunately but got some daytime looks over there if you need.” Rio points to a tshirt and sweats laying on a chair.

You weren’t about to argue with a gangster over money in his own house, especially if you fucked up his car. “Thanks, I’ll get ready to go immediately.”

“Ah don’t sweat it. Oh, and your cut is in the sweatpants pocket. Hope you get something nice with it.”

“Wait, did you...kill him?”

He cocks his head to the side. “Who?” Walking towards the door he says one more thing. “And, I would keep in touch if I were you. There’s more where that came from if you’re willing to go after what you want full time. I’ll see you around.”

When Rio leaves, you get up to put on the shirt and pants, reaching into the pocket. Magically your $500 became $5,000. You let out some choice curse words as you thumbed through the bills, thinking back on last night. Being on your best behavior never paid this good. And Rio piqued your curiosity enough to see what being bad felt like.

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In the Bond-Chapter 5

Summary: Lilah often wished she’d never said yes to working with the Gecko brothers—usually while dodging gunfire. At no time was she regretting that decision more than when she’s hanging upside down from the ceiling, staring down a group of hungry culebras and one (1) extremely powerful sun god.

Word Count: ~3,700

Warnings: None

A/N: This is an AU of my Story In the Blood, which can be read here. Basically, this fic explores what would have happened if Lilah had met up with Geckos before she met Brasa.

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Lilah sat at a conference table, hands at her temples, groaning. The meeting was going nowhere. There had been so much goddamned bickering in the last hour that Lilah was tempted just to get up and walk out to see if they would even notice. The fucking testosterone in this room was thick enough to choke her.

They’d been arguing on and off for hours, save for a few breaks that Lilah had mandated when the urge to either bludgeon them to death or to pee arose. Every little thing had to be discussed, debated, twisted every which way. Nothing was simple, especially not when it came to the territory assigned to each side.

“Alright!” She yelled, finally having had enough. “Let’s just go over this again.”

Standing, Lilah leaned over the map. The surface was covered by solid, clear plastic, onto which they were outlining territories with dry erase markers. The current argument centered around the delineation of land around a fertile riverbed.

“Okay,” she grunted, “We aren’t planting crops, we’re just trying to figure out what land we’re going to be responsible for.” She put her hand over the area on the map, giving her friend a meaningful look, “We don’t need it, Seth.”

Making a derisive sound, Seth held up his hand, “Hold your horses. This river cuts through our liquor supply chain. We need access to the highway over there.”

Brasa shrugged, having leaned back from the table, “No one is saying you can’t import your liquor. Your horses will be safe.”

Lilah felt her eyes roll, couldn’t keep the sigh from escaping her lips, “He wasn’t talking about literal horses.”

Acting as if he hadn’t heard her, Seth barreled forward, “Yeah, but let’s say things get tense between us. You could cut off our supply just like that.” He snapped his fingers to emphasize his point. “No, we’re going to extend out past the river and over the road.”

“An extra fifty miles,” Brasa drawled, “For an uninterrupted supply chain.”

“Correct,” Seth answered, a smug little smirk on his mouth.

As he eyed Seth, Lilah could feel the barest brush of warmth across her hands. Reflexively, she drew them back, closer to the safety of her body. The heat dissipated as Brasa stood, leaning his weight into his palms as he braced them on the table.

Like the rest of him, Brasa’s hands were large, the fingers spreading wide over the wood. Lilah noted how the gloves he was wearing stretched tight across the backs of them. She wondered, not for the first time, why he wore them.

“Then, I want the desert land here,” he pointed to a swath of empty land, “And here.”

Seth considered it before giving a nod. Lilah marked it out on the map with the coordinated colors she’d chosen before the meeting began.

“Wait,” Seth said, and Lilah’s jaw clenched, “What would you want with a couple hundred square miles of empty land?”

Brasa lifted a brow, “Are we holding more horses?”

“Forget the horses,” Seth bit out with a wave of his hand, “No one willingly chooses to own land like this.”

“Is that so?”

Lilah did not like the way he said that. A question wrapped around a veiled barb, wrapped in ridicule. She glanced at Seth to see if he caught the undertones in the words. He hadn’t. She didn’t know whether to be annoyed or relieved.

“There is a group of my people who have made camp there,” Brasa explained lightly.

Seth looked unmoved, “You don’t want us going out there and doing population control.”

Lip curling, Brasa replied, “Is that what you call what you were doing? Looked a lot like chaos to me.”

Without blinking, Seth shot back, “Well, its not our main bag, alright? This shit is new to us, since your people came along and infected my brother.”

And, there they were, talking in circles around the thing that made negotiating such an arduous task. Seth would never forgive Brasa for the hell he’d put them through, for the uncrossable gulf that now existed between him and his brother. Fighting with Richie about it only made things worse, and Seth was resorting to striking out at the only other available target.

“This isn’t the time for this,” Lilah edged, fingers tightening on the marker.

“When is the time?” Seth nearly yelled, “We started out killing them and now we’re marking out territories and writing fucking policies and procedures together.”

Lilah drew in a calming breath, “This is business, Seth.”

She’d explained it to him several times over. They needed the cooperation of Brasa and his people. There were just too many factions, too many rogue culebras to hunt down all by themselves. It would take scouring the land every day for years to make that happen. Brasa had already assured them that anyone getting blood at their sites was vetted intensely. Anyone who broke the primary rule and killed humans without regard for the safety of the group was eliminated.

Seth looked at her with ire, “Fuck business.”

“Yes,” Lilah countered with a sneer, “Fuck business. Fuck ending a war. Fuck peace.” She sat back in her chair with a huff, “You want to keep fighting forever? Guess what? You don’t have forever. He does.” She pointed at Brasa, “He has all the time in the world to wait you out, and he’s offering a solution—now, not later.”

Seth went quiet, jaw working. His fingers drummed on the table, eyes cutting.

Lilah saw the crack in his resolve and kept talking, “This sucks. It all sucks. Ironing out details fucking sucks.” She tapped her fingers on the map, “But these details are going to save lives. Possibly yours and mine. Let’s just get this done so we can get back to shit we used to do, the fun shit.”

There was a heaviness in the air as she trailed off, her expression urging Seth for some sort of compromise. She was being honest when she said she wanted to get back to what she was good at. Lilah had been itching for a job for months, had actually stooped low enough to snag a pair of sunglasses at the gas station just to satisfy the restlessness in her hands. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to end out figuring out who the richest person in the country was and rob them blind.

Brasa spoke, his voice piqued with interest, “What did you do before...population control?”

Seth cut a look at him that was both suspicious and angry, “We’re thieves. I run point, Richie is the box man, Lilah monitors with tech.”

“That is fortunate,” Brasa said as he sat, with a little smile that was far too easy for Lilah’s taste, “I happen to need a few items stolen for me.”

Lilah leaned her head on her head, motioning for him to continue. She was intrigued by the idea that he would be interested in contracting with them. A job was a tasty idea, at the moment, and found that she didn’t much care that it would be Brasa that would be directing them.

“As you might be aware, relics are often stolen from indigenous people and either put on display in a museum or kept in a private collection. I’d like some of those relics back.”

Lilah’s brows lifted. That was certainly not what she had expected him to say. The idea had some merit, though. Lilah’s favorite jobs were museums. So many pretty things that definitely needed a new home.

Seth considered it, “We’re not a cheap crew.”

True.

Nodding, Brasa simply said, “I have money.”

Definitely true. Every inch of Brasa’s office and the bar adjacent screamed money at her in an understated way. As old as he was, there was no denying that he likely had a cache of assets squirreled away.

Lilah looked back and forth between them, already calculating cost, labor, and expenses. Depending on what he wanted, she could potentially negotiate a hefty profit. And, if there happened to be something else in the museum that caught her fancy—bonus.

“Say we do this job,” Seth began, slouching in his seat, “And you pay us—and, we iron out all these details,” he gestured to the map. “Is that going to be it?”

“It?”

“Yeah. Or, are we going to have a dual relationship, here. Both contractor and partner.”

Lilah was actually a little impressed that Seth not only knew how dual relationships worked, but also applied it to their unique situation. She turned her attention to Brasa, curious to hear his response.

“I can contract others, if you like. But, I like to work with people I know, people that I...trust to have a stake in things going well for them.”

Logical. Practical. Efficient. Lilah was quickly learning how skilled Brasa could be when he wanted something done. He might want whatever these relics were back in his possession, but she wasn’t stupid enough to dismiss the fact that he was creating yet another tie between them, anchoring her nearby with every task they agreed to take on. It wasn’t possible to deny his motivations any longer. Denial wouldn’t do her any good. She was undecided on how she felt about it.

Seth remained silent, watching, waiting. Lilah was holding her breath.

Brasa’s eyes narrowed, “I will give you the river, and the connecting highway from here,” he pointed, “to here. In lieu of payment, of course. You make take your horses wherever you like within that boundary.”

Mildly offended, Lilah cut in, “In lieu of payment, but you will cover expenses. Air fare, hotel stays, food, and equipment.”

His attention, when it turned to her, was keen. Though his expression did not change, there was a twinkle of laughter in his eyes, possibly pride, as well, “Done.”

“What if,” Seth began, “We took this deal, and our horses, and added this area, too.”

He pointed to the desert Brasa had originally bargained for. It was surrounded by enemy territory, across the river they’d just gained, with no inherent resources. Lilah glared at him, knowing he was needling his opponent. The man just couldn’t help it, consequences be damned.

“Well,” Brasa responded levelly, “I’d say that you might have your horses, but you’d be isolated, alone, and on the wrong side of the river.”

Seth conceded the point with a nod of his head, “Not a fan of sand, anyways. Unless its a beach. Beaches, I can do.”

Unmoved by the sentiment, Brasa simply replied, “I will keep the desert.”

Lilah blinked slowly, and when Seth made no move to argue, she asked “So its settled, then?”

Both of them indicated in the positive, with Seth saying, “There’s one thing I don’t understand.”

“One thing?” Lilah commented, though she didn’t expect him to respond. He’d started on a tangent, and getting him back on track would be difficult. Better to let him roll through his thought process.

“You’ve got a whole group of culebras that you’re feeding, right?”

Brasa nodded, though his expression had shuttered.

“How are you doing that?”

A valid question that she had figured out not longer after these meetings had started. Lilah cut in, trying to head off any insult he might inadvertently blurt out, “He’s having it shipped in.”

“From where?” Seth asked, hands gesturing widely. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we’re in kind of a food desert, here. Literally and figuratively.”

Without an answer to his question, Lilah looked to Brasa, brows lifted. She was curious enough about his process to let the question stand.

Cocking his head to the side, Brasa licked his lips, “I run a rather complex medical supplies company. We ship all over the country. Part of that business is blood donation.”

Seth’s mouth thinned, “You’re stealing blood.”

Brasa huffed, “We transport most of it to where it needs to go. Call it a finder’s fee.”

“What about the sick people who need it?”

Where was all this compassion coming from? Lilah wondered. Although far from heartless, Seth didn’t usually care this much about the people he ripped off. Why should this be any different?

“Would you rather we feed on the humans in the area?” Brasa’s voice was low, dangerous. Lilah could feel the offense, as if it were her own.

“No.”

“Alright, then.”

Sensing that the conversation had come to an impass, Lilah gathered up her paperwork, “I’m going to get this all formatted and polished for both of your signatures. Shouldn’t take more than a few days.”

“Great,” Seth muttered as he rose, “Let’s get out of here.”

***

Later, when her eyes started crossing from staring at the computer too long, Lilah shut down her laptop and sat it on her nightstand. Rubbing at her face, she yawned and settled against the headboard. Furtively, she glanced to the side, her hand already reaching for the candle she’d tucked away. After checking that the door was closed (despite having closed and locked it a few hours before), Lilah lifted the lid and inhaled deeply.

Coffee. Caramel.

A little too quickly, Lilah replaced the lid and set it back in its little hideaway. Embarrassed, she crossed her arms and stared at the ceiling. Lilah was feeling things she hadn’t really ever felt, not since she’d been in high school. And, even then, it was never this intense. She managed to get through their meetings solely because there was always something else to focus on. Every one on one interaction with him left her feeling frazzled and lightheaded. She’d stolen rare artifacts with less trouble.

In this business, Lilah had what most would call a late start. She’d had a normal childhood, had gone through high school and done the work thing for a bit. Lilah had even sat in a cubicle, bored out of her mind. It wasn’t until she’d met a chop shop owner named Chewie that she’d been introduced to theft. First, cars, then she’d set her eyes on higher things—art, diamonds, one time she managed to steal a yacht.

It had been a steady rotation of teams that were well-established in their own right, but never did more than a few jobs together before they split to keep the heat down. Lilah had spent almost a decade running in those circles before she’d run into Seth at a dive bar south of the border. He’d hit on her, laughed when she’d knocked him off his barstool, and offered her a job.

And, here she sat. Hip deep in a relationship she didn’t understand and brokering a deal between her friends and the people they’d taught her to fear. Sneering at the course of her own thoughts, Lilah pushed her feet under the covers and turned off the light. It took longer than she wanted to get to sleep.

***

Oh, fuck, the bed was comfortable. Lilah turned over, burying her nose in the pillow and kicking out her legs. With a sigh, she settled back into the mattress that she was pretty sure was more expensive than her car. So comfortable was she that Lilah could be forgiven for taking a little longer than normal to become aware of another body in the bed with her.

She took a few seconds to assess and decide on what she was going to do, which was pretty much nothing. Eyes opening, she waited for them to adjust to the warm light emanating from the lamp sitting on the nightstand. Cast in shadow, Lilah recognized the slope of Brasa’s profile. His eyes were closed, but she couldn’t tell if he was sleeping.

Her fingers curled with the urge to reach out and touch, her brain a little foggy from sleep. Lips parting, she breathed, lids falling to half mast Lilah let it roll over her tongue. She had to clench her jaw to stifle a pleased moan.

Lashes fluttering, Brasa opened his eyes, his head rolling to the side on the pillow. He looked her over calmly, unsurprised that she’d somehow ended up in his bed. Lilah, however, had questions.

“Is this real?”

His mouth quirked, “Does it have to be?”

She started to answer, and then stopped. Did it have to be? Lilah wasn’t sure which she preferred. When they were together, she felt excited and eager, even when she was outwardly annoyed. When they were apart, she struggled to reconcile the two versions of him that she knew to be true. With barely a thought, he’d eviscerated his opponents, hands tearing them into literal pieces. And then there was the way he was looking at her right now—all softness, all quiet affection.

Lilah’s silence continued, the space between them spreading thin with her indecision. Brasa shifted slowly to his side, lifting up onto his elbow so that he was looking down at her. His body was cut in half by lamplight, eyes too bright to be merely natural reflection.

Lilah’s skin drew up tight around the curves of her body as she worked to keep her gaze on his. Every inch of her seemed to be viscerally aware of him, responding to the smallest movement. Her nerves sizzled with his nearness.

He tilted his head to the side, eyes tracing the contours of her cheekbones, her neck, and shoulders. Lilah swallowed, disconcerted by the scrutiny, but unable to think of any way to break it. He studied her as if he’d never look at her again, memorizing details with tender care.

Finally, when she couldn’t take the silence anymore, she said, “How am I here?”

Brasa lifted a shoulder, “We had so little time together last night. Perhaps we needed more.”

She didn’t know what to do with that. Next question, then.

“You sleep during the day.”

Not really a question, more of a statement, but she waited for his answer nonetheless.

“Sometimes,” he replied, taking her change in subject in stride, “I need less sleep than most.”

“Why?”

He smiled, “I am very old. We need to sleep less, to feed less, as we age.”

Lilah had heard a little about this from Richie, who’d lamented that it took so long to build up a tolerance to going long periods without feeding. And, she knew Richie only slept a few hours a night. She wondered just how often Brasa would need to sleep, given how much older he was. Lilah was no longer surprised at his efficiency with getting his projects together. If she could miss a few meals or miss a few night’s sleep every once in a while, she could get a hell of a lot done.

“That’s a nice perk,” she commented lightly, “When I go too long without eating, I get grumpy.”

Nodding, Brasa reached out and traced the pad of a finger over her shoulder and down her arm to her wrist, “I will keep this in mind and endeavor to keep you well fed.”

Would she do the same? He hadn’t mentioned that she had taken his blood without giving any in return. Whenever Lilah thought about it too deeply, she always came back to the same line of thought—his bite. She had tried to do a little covert research about the venom, but only found a few vague references to ‘donors’ seeking it out. Venom, it seemed, could be a popular drug in certain circles.

“I’m sorry that we left so quickly,” Lilah murmured rolling her wrist to place her hand over his, “I know that I didn’t...fulfill my end of our agreement.”

Twice. Two interactions in a row, she hadn’t. He hadn’t brought it up, but the disparity between what she’d promised and what she’d done nagged at her. She didn’t like to be made a liar.

Brasa’s brows lifted, “Are you afraid I’ll tell them?”

“No,” she replied quickly, “I just don’t want you to think I’m avoiding it.”

He smiled flirtatiously, “Are you offering now?”

Eyes widening, Lilah’s mouth parted, voice silent as her brain stumbled over forming a reply, “This is a dream. Is—is that even possible?”

He laughed, a real laugh. It made his face, so predisposed to severity, brighten in such a way that he fairly glowed in the dim light. Lilah felt her breath catch in the back of her throat, struck by just how goddamned pretty he was to look at.

“I don’t know,” he breathed, when he was able, “Would you like to try?”

The word ‘okay’ was out of her mouth before Lilah could stop it, her eyes wide, her heart beating hard. Brasa’s smile faded, his eyes focusing on her, the pupils bleeding out into the whites until there was nothing but blackness looking down at her. She drew in a shuddering breath, her fingers curling over his.

Sliding closer to her, Brasa cupped her jaw, tilting it back just a little. He glanced at her face again, checking for her consent. She gave the smallest nod, licking her lips. The motion drew his eyes to her mouth, his body growing hot against her. He leaned down, but instead of hovering over the thin skin of her neck, he moved to the side. The realization that he intended to kiss her came to Lilah in a slow, honeyed wave.

“Yes?” He asked, his breath fanning over her mouth.

“Yes.”

It was so, so slow, this kiss. Light pressure that grew heavier in the smallest increments. Lilah gripped his bicep, trying to ground herself as every nerve in her body screamed to life, reaching out desperately to get more stimulation. He drew back, changed the angle, and kissed her again—deeper, hungrier, tongue running along her bottom lip.

She was too hot, her skin seared by the heat emanating from him. Sweat rose and pooled in the hollows of her arms, beneath her breasts, the crease between her hip and thigh. She heard herself moan, felt her muscles relax as he rolled her beneath him. Brasa pulled away, nosing along her jaw and down to her neck. Lilah surprised herself when her lifted her chin, giving him more access.

The sharp press of his teeth snapped her awake. She sat up, breathing as if she’d been sprinting. Her entire body was shaking, her sheets damp with sweat.

“Well,” she croaked, “That’s new.”

#from dusk til dawn #from dusk til dawn: the series #Brasa #In the Bond

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