#Al's just glad to find new entertainment

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

"Sing to Me?"

Alastor x Reader (QP)

Yawning, you trudged out of the bathroom, drying your hair loosely with a towel. You were warm from your shower and the filling meal you'd had a little while earlier. Alastor was probably the best chef you knew, a fact you were extremely proud of. Even if your preferred form of protein was banned from the hotel premises, Alastor was always able to make do with what he had.

Despite it being late at night, you grabbed your laptop (a very rare, not VoxTech one) to work on some paperwork. You'd promised your boss to get these spreadsheets done, and you weren't one to shirk on your promises. Yawning again, you tuned your old-fashioned radio before settling down with your laptop. The radio had been a gift from Alastor. Many late nights had been spent listening to his broadcasts. They'd always been a comfort, even before you'd signed a contract with him.

Some light jazz filtered through the static, one of your favorite songs. Alastor knew you were listening. Smiling lightly, you started typing away.

The music was occasionally interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream or a sharp whimper. Your smile never left, humming along while Alastor had his fun. Part of you was vaguely aware that the radio show was now being broadcast all throughout Hell, that you didn't even need the radio, but you liked it, so it stayed on.

The spreadsheets were simple enough. With the radio in the background, you were able to focus just enough that the job came naturally. In the back of your mind, you started going over the next day’s schedule.

You'd ended up zoning out while you typed, not even noticing how the radio switched to static and then turned off by itself.

A single knock preceded Alastor's entrance, enough to break you from your thoughts. You were quick to notice the faint blood splatter on the sole of Alastor’s shoes, the only evidence of his previous activities.

“My dear, you know how I abhor those vile machines,” Alastor reprimanded, walking and starting to subconsciously organize your room. A chair was pushed in, a painting adjusted so it was even, the bottom drawer of your dresser lightly closed.

“Yeah, yeah.” You grinned to yourself. “I need it to do my job, Al. Besides, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a piece of electronic equipment that's not created by VoxTech?”

“All the more reason to get rid of it.” Alastor walked over to the window and stared out at it. He was a little lost in thought himself, it would seem.

Typing a line, you said, “I liked your broadcast.”

“I'm glad.”

He was quiet. Something was wrong. Your grin died down, pushing your laptop to the side. Alastor’s smile was still there, but dimmer. Sadder.

“Al? You okay?”

“Nothing to concern yourself with, dearest,” Alastor replied, a slight edge in his voice.

You wanted to push. To get him to talk to you. But you knew it wouldn't be worth it. If anything, he'd just get upset or shut down more.

“You know, sometimes I wonder what would've happened if we'd met while we were alive,” You said nonchalantly. “I mean, obviously that would've been impossible in the first place, considering I wasn't even born when you died, but I just wonder about it.”

“What a ridiculous thing to wonder about!” Alastor laughed a little. “As you said, it would have been impossible. And why think about being alive when we have all of death to enjoy?” His tone lightened a bit. “There is so much entertainment to be had! Life was quite dull, comparably.”

You wondered for a moment, trying to figure out where to lead the conversation. “Where did you live, when you were alive? You already know where I lived when I was alive, it's only fair I know where you lived.”

Alastor’s grin softened a bit, still sad, but with a hint of happiness in there. Nostalgia, if you had to guess. “New Orleans, Louisiana. I lived there with my mother. I had a delightful job as a radio host.”

“You're still a radio host,” you teased playfully. “What was it like, back then?”

“Ah, it was… entertaining.” He didn't say anything more, lost in thought as he leaned on his cane. You were vaguely aware that you were the only person who ever saw him like this. Alastor wore his smile like armor, guarding himself with a nonchalant facade, but very rarely, behind closed doors, the guard would fall, just for a little while.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to ask another question, Alastor spoke, “You seem quite tired, my dear. Maybe it is time we part ways for the evening.”

Pressing your lips together, you knew he was right. You really should be getting to bed, but you were worried about Alastor. You hadn't seen him like this before, so it was impossible to guess what he'd do once he was alone.

“You really should learn to hide your emotions better.” Alastor turned suddenly, chucking to himself. “There is nothing to worry about, darling. I am perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, you say that, but for some reason I don't believe you.” Stifling a yawn, you gave Alastor a look.

“Now, now, don't be like that.” Alastor came and sat on the edge of the bed, using his magic to set the laptop on top of the dresser. “What can I do to convince you to sleep?”

Leaning back, you thought for a moment. When the idea hit you, your face flushed with embarrassment for a moment, but you swallowed the anxiety. He did ask, after all.

“Sing to me?”

Alastor laughed, causing you to glare. “Again with the ridiculous ideas!” When your face fell subconsciously, Alastor hesitated.

When he didn't say anything, you accepted the fact that it was a ridiculous request. Assuming he'd leave the room on his own accord, you used your magic to turn out the lights as you slid under the covers of your bed. You never did get all those spreadsheets done like you'd wanted.

“Parlez-moi d’amour.”

Alastor’s slightly-static-filled voice was quiet. His eyes faintly glowed in the dark and you watched him with wide eyes.

“Redites-moi des choses tendres.”

Smiling softly, you sank into the bed, closing your eyes and allowing Alastor’s comforting voice to wash over you.

“Votre beau discours /

“Mon cœur n'est pas las de l'entendre /

“Pourvu que toujours /

“Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes /

“Je vous aime.”

((The song))

#hazbin hotel #alastor #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #plz don't come after me for the french #I just copy/pasted off google T-T #rhys-writes #alastor x reader queerplatonic

[bestosunglass]

Hi! I just wanted to say how lovely and interesting you make your platonic radiostatic :)) I saw your stuff on TikTok and I’m loving seeing it here as well!

I see so much one-sided or romantic radiostatic, and while I love it all, this is by far my personal favorite depiction of their relationship. Your art makes them look like such cuties even while they’re two of the scariest demons in hell <3 my personal fav so far is Al laying with Vox while he recharges it’s just so cute!!!

If you don’t mind me poking your brain of it I’d love to hear more about your AU and headcannons! If you want to bounce off of something specific then I’d love to hear how the residents of the hotel think of Alastor and Vox and if they clump them together or think of them differently.

In any case I adore your art and hope to see more of it no matter the fandom!

I'm really glad you like it!!! I didn't expect it to get this reception at all as I was planning on it being something more along the lines of "Comfort" after seeing so much Angst content, so I'm genuinely glad so many people liked it!<33

As much as I like the ship I wasn't entirely sold on seeing it in a romantic or suggestive context; I rlly love that Alastor is respected as an individual Aroace (as a fellow Aroace lol) so seeing him in contexts of that sort were a bit ... demotivating??? So I wanted to create this Au of them being typical husbands but on a platonic way.

The residents of the hotel definitely have different opinions. On one side is Charlie who sees this as a great miracle, the two great entertainment representatives from hell, giving her hotel a chance! Especially when her relationship dances very well between the two of them; with Alastor there is "the voice of reason", the one who offers a solution and listens patiently and undaunted to whatever news she gives him, where she knows she will find an answer as Alastor chooses the pen over the sword; while with Vox there is the chaotic, where the sword is above the pen. He vocifies his opinions tactlessly and offers the less gentle, quicker and more effective ways. In him Charlie finds far more vivid emotions than Alastor would be willing to unveil.

Then there is Vaggie who is of course the most informed about these two and her concern is very much on the edge as she knows that the Media Demons are a couple that absolutely no one knows anything about beyond the false image they paint in their shows and the imminent danger these two represent.

Angel, Pentius and Cherry don't really have a strong opinion about them as they pass over or ignore them. Nifty is already more than familiar with both of them.

Husk (his relationship with Alastor is considerably "better", even though Al still owns his soul, than it is in canon as Alastor still owning his soul and having a faithful and warm companion with him for years, his personality is arguably somewhat more relaxed and patient than the original), like Nifty is already familiar with them so he doesn't give the matter much thought.

And Lucifer ofc is terrified that it's not just one but two Overlords who apparently want to steal his daughter.

I still have a lot of polishing to do on this Au as it's new but I want to slowly build it here as people can offer different points of view that can be explored (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

#inbox #hazbin hotel #broadcast husbands #hazbin hotel au

[colourstreakgryffin]

Hiiii

Can you make another Alastor x Rarity reader like I love it sm and I need more 😭😭❤️

If you do thank youuuu

I definitely can! My dear @sillyalastor, here will be yours and @nenerobobot’s post for Rarity-reader and Al! I hope you both like our kinda short follow up to the Radio Demon and his Drama Queen!

Alastor- Diamond Trio

Alastor knows how much of a detail-orientated and fussy woman you are, and he knows fashion colours, stitching processes, habits, facts and more on the top of his head. He knows what is considered eggshell white and what is considered ivory white. That’s how much time he spends with you

Alastor has been teaching you some new recipes, ones that get a bit messy. Whilst, you’re very worried about getting food on you and is wearing about five layers of protection each time you cook with him. He finds it cute and cheers you on for you being so precise and careful with the measurements. You’ll stand there for five minutes making sure the water percentage is just perfect and he thrives off that

Alastor is not a fan of you being friends with any of the Overlords except Rosie, so when he finds out, you befriended a fellow fashionista Velvette. He is supportive of your wishes but he is glaring down Velvette and threatening her behind your back to not hurt you or he’ll hurt her. Needless to say… Al’s protective and he doesn’t tolerate any of your friends trying to ruin your spirits or your work

So that means, if anybody rejects your outfit choice and creation you made for them, even politely. Alastor will hunt them down. You’re generous and you should be praised for that generosity. Alastor takes everything you give him, if he doesn’t like it, he’ll merely ask for some additions. He won’t ever demand a new outfit or item

Now. How did you and Alastor meet, you ask? You met him at a grand gala. It mainly consisted of Overlords but some Sinners can be invited and you were one of those rare sinners brought over to this incredible party

Alastor had been quite intrigued by you, the moment he saw you. A gorgeous, classy, sophisticated sinner dressed in the most pretty, regal maroon pink dress he has ever seen. You had attended this ‘best night ever’ party in hopes to find your prince, the man of your dreams and when you ran into a prissy but handsome Overlord that screamed prince-like grace, you immediately latched onto him. Unaware that you’re actual prince is the one Overlord all the guests avoided like the plague

Alastor couldn’t bring himself to just ignore the only shining jewel within this boring, prim and proper high-class party. He was so uninterested that he only got entertainment, out of talking to his dear friend, Rosie. So after some quick consideration, he begun to secretly follow you and your… date around the large palace hosting this gala. He was curious on what you’d do and the disgust he felt over this Overlord acting so uncharming and so harsh to a sweet lady such as yourself. He doesn’t tolerate women of radiance being disrespected

Alastor is so glad that you finally put your foot down after all the treatment: that ‘Prince’ of a Overlord making you pay for treats, making you give up the cushion seat, taking your rose for himself, making you throw your gorgeous silky-fabric shawl over a puddle so neither of you would slip. No gentleman should treat his lady this way and his blood is boiling in pure disgust at his fellow Overlord. The final straw is when that Overlord used you as a shield to block off the pretty strawberry icing cheesecake that came flying at the pair of you

Alastor watched from the sidelines with much pride and respect, over you talking that Overlord down and proclaiming he is a royal pain but of course, that ‘prince’ only cared about his looks and was scared of you drenched in the cake. Shaking off some of the cake on your dress, hair and face to get it onto the Overlord, out of raw rage. You ended up stomping out of the main big dance ballroom, furious and on the verge of crying. Leaving that ‘date’ of yours behind

Alastor couldn’t stop himself from following you. He was curious how a pretty mid-atlantic accented lady would handle being humiliated and having lashed out against her ‘date’ in front of almost ALL of the guests in the Gala. Your pretty sparkly almost diamond-like eyes poured tears, smudging your nice mascara and light blue eyeshadow as you stomped into the pretty empty gardens and cried out your rage

Oh. Alastor didn’t like seeing somebody so innocent and done no wrong mistreated like this. Even if it was amusing, he doesn’t like it

So, he finally approaches you after a few seconds of watching you vent out your feelings through sobs. His strong sharp crimson red eyes going from your forehead golden crown to the glass plumps to the still damp shawl tied around your shoulders in a classy princess style. You’re the most beautiful guest at this sorry excuse of a Gala. Alastor folds one arm behind his back, his own gala-style black, white and red coloured suit making his red and black colouration pop as he presents you with a rose

“I believe this is yours, my dear” Your glassy eyes turned over to look at him, the almost folded, multi-layers of your dress hugging your curves and hiding your leg movements as it just felt like this night went from the worst to the best. Is this the actual gentleman you’ve always wanted?! Gently reaching out, you’re a bit intimidated by how strong his glare is, how visible his golden yellow fangs are through that wide open grin, with how menacing his long fingers are

Taking the still stemmed rose from Alastor, you didn’t even know his name but you wished you did… you are a bit scared he may be a fake like that awful Overlord you were chasing after just before but he seems friendly enough. Alastor lifts up your hands with his single one, precisely placing the rose into your prettily curled and tied up hair, just above your bangs before speaking once more. His entire presence leaking charm, grace and poise

“Shall we dance?”

You were a bit shy, still drenched in destroyed layered cake batter but Alastor didn’t even chuckle at how ruined your clean, neat look is now. He merely snaps his fingers and like that, all the sweet confectionery remains are gone and all the ruffled, ripped or knotted parts of your dress and hair is smoothed out to perfection, as well as your slightly wet shawl back to being completely dry and your makeup returned to more presentable. Just like how you looked when you entered this Gala and when Alastor first saw you. Taking a deep breath, your cheeks flustered and blushy

You take his hand and with a single tug, you and him are dancing together in the calm, breezy, beautiful gardens of the giant gala palace, no music, no other prissy annoying guests. Just the plants, the animals and you two

Your eyes are no long filled to the brim with tears, anger and heartbreak. You’re now developing a sense of admiration and awe at Alastor being so gentlemanly and sweet with you in seconds flat, he’s treating you the way you wanted that blueblood ass to treat you and it’s making your heart flutter. Twirling slowly in a nice slow steady waltz, the only music ringing is the sound of the nearby birds singing

That night was the best night ever

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagines #hazbin hotel love #hazbin hotel headcanons #hazbin hotel characters #vivziepop hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #romantic alastor #alastor headcanons #alastor x reader #alastor #radio demon x reader #radio demon #romantic alastor x reader #boyfriend imagines #polite boys #gentleman #boyfriend #romantic headcanons #romantic #the radio demon #headcanons #hazbin radio demon

[starry-bi-sky]

honestly your dpxdc clone au gives me life, its adorable as all hell and im a sucker for found family but with that being said, its so freaking hysterical to me that Danny is going full feral liminal menace at Wes any time hes near and Wes himself is still 100% into it the freak (affectionate) and thats not even pointing out the paralles it could possible create since danny and dames gives massive parallels to dick and damian and dick does have a thing for redheads.

yeesSSSSS! I was planning on hoarding this to myself but i can't not reply. and i'll be able to find this again with the clone^2 tag so win WIN. i'm so glad you are as delighted by this as me. It's so hilarious to me that Danny just becomes a complete freak whenever he spots Wes, and I'm the one who wrote it into existence. Like- like i don't know how to explain my vision in words but like, its like Danny sees Wes and immediately goes 'what can I do to make his day worse'. And then he goes and does it.

(honorary read more because i talk a lot)

He's relatively normal around his friends too, which makes him going full-fledged unhinged around Wes even funnier to me. Like, Danny will spout weird shit sometimes to Sam and Tucker, but usually its prefaced with him talking about patrol or there would be context before he said anything. With Wes? Though?? he will just. say anything, completely unprompted. Slings an arm around his shoulder like they've been buddies since primary school and then spits out a weird new fun fact he learned about the bodily anatomy while researching his latest cold case. All vaguely-threatening but utterly insane things to say as way to start a conversation.

And sometimes its not even that, he'll walk up to Wes and ask him if he saw the latest daytime fight between Phantom and Skulker. And then he'll say "yeah i missed it myself but I saw clips of it being posted online" and then watch Wes mentally explode him with his mind. or he'll disparage Phantom for having such a young partner with him, "Can you believe he'd let a kid fight ghosts with him? I'd never let my brother ghosthunt with me if I was Phantom."

All of this with such a deceptive look on his face but the most delighted, shit-eating gleam in his eyes. Wes is chewing glass and he wants to yell that he does let his brother fight ghosts with him. Also you told him yourself that nothing would've stopped your demonic (Wes' words) little brother from joining you.

Damian gets in on the fuckery occasionally, but since he's not around often with Wes about, it doesn't happen nearly as often as it does between Wes and Danny. Sam and Tucker know he's screwing with him too, and both of them are a little wary about him being careless with his secret id. But he's been doing this since he was 14-ish and it hasn't backfired yet. So. They're not actively stopping him.

Danny walks back to his lunch table after terrorizing Wes and Tucker just asks him what he said, because Wes was about as red as a tomato when he walked away. Danny offhandedly sighs and innocently says he tried to have a conversation about Phantom with him. Wes didn't seem to like it all that much. Weird.

And yes, yes. Wes is totally into it and is slightly enraged about this fact, because not even he knows why he's into it. The freak (affectionate). Danny gives him this troublemaker smirk, and i did say smirk, and Wes doesn't know whether or not if he wants to smack him or kiss him. Or both. Like, yeah, pine, white boy, pine.

(And this is a dramatized image but I'm also highly entertained by the idea that Wes keeps getting routine dirty looks from various peers because they, too, have a crush on Fenton. Except Fenton doesn't talk to anyone else unless its his friends and sometimes Valerie, and Weston, the guy who keeps accusing him of being the local vigilante, is somehow routinely having conversations with him?? And BLOWING IT?? Like everyone else thinks he's fumbling so bad, and yet fenton keeps tALKING to him.)

And yes!! i'm always so pleased whenever someone brings up the parallels D+D have to Dick and Damian, because that was lowkey my intention when I was making the solo clone damian au. Although it was supposed to be more implied since I don't really know much about Damian and Dick other than they're very close and Dick was Damian's Batman for a year. And then of course the very smaller parallel (??) 'what if' between Bruce and Damian and D+D in clone^2 considering who they are both clones of.

And man this just makes me want to talk about when batfam meet D+D because I just want them to see D+D be so brotherly towards each other. Like I want them to see Bby Dames wearing his goofy fun fact shirts and stealing Danny's hoodies/flannels/etc and blatantly lying about it when Danny asks. Only for Danny to then throw him over his shoulder like Tadashi from BH3 and jump around.

And also. I do not know what Damian Wayne's (DW as I'll call him) stance on being called "Dami" is - the general consensus I've seen is that its usually used as a playful nickname in order to get a rise out of him, and he doesn't really like it.

But baby Dames being called that freely, and often, and its sometimes used to get a rise out of him but thats typically what nicknames do. Its used as easily as his full name is with the same amount of affection. And its like his main go-to nickname. "Dami" and "Dames" with the occasional "Bud/Buddy", "Squirt", "Little man", etc. Not once is he ever called 'demon-spawn'

(which i know is a fanon nickname but its a relatively popular nickname)

but yeah, uhhh. i think thats all of my thoughts on the matter. for now lmAO

#danny fenton is not the ghost king #clone^2 #i use 'like' so much its not even funny jhdf but it just puts an emphasis on the sentence #honorary read more tag bc damn i talk a lot #i should make a post about danny's relationship with red huntress in the clone^2 au because i like to imagine that's different too #anyways danny and wes' dynamic in clone^2 brings me a lot of joy. they get stuck in a room together and danny gets the biggest grin ever #and wes stares at him before going completely deadpan 'im in hell'. he's being dramatic and only slightly for real. #also im not sure WHAT damian does - honestly the most extreme thing i can think of is him breaking into wes' house and threatening him #but wes has called him danny's 'demonic little brother' ever since. sOMEbody has to give him his 'demon' nickname its just not gonna be #danny or jazz who do it. anyways damian fully supports messing with wes and anyone else who has a crush on danny

[yabakuboi]

Eddie only just was able to get the barman's permission to perform this night, and glad he is for it, as his pockets have weighed lighter than ever before in his life. He'd be pleased to find pay in a tankard or loaf tonight, anything to fill his aching belly.

But he's lucky as the men and women here seem to be in high spirits. The land has long been in war since the king's death, rotten bastard he may have been. Eddie hadn't been sad to see him go, but the chaos that followed had ruined the smallfolk in consequence since their coward prince had fled the scene of his crime. The king had been cruel, but still he'd been their king, and the common people spit on the prince's name still, even when some new royal's been crowned and brought peace with him.

And that kind of ire is what feeds Eddie on nights like this.

"Kingslayer, kingslayer, little Prince Steven has run," he sings, bawdy and loud as the crowd of men around him sing along. "Run up the hills and past the sun, took our king Phillip and gutted him plain, our kingslayer Prince Steven, a coward more than a maid!"

They sing along with him, hooting and hollering all to the end of it, and pay him in copper coins and ale that Eddie takes happily, slurping it down as he rests by the fire.

It's then he sees the table in the corner, the cloaked figures surrounding it, and the woman glaring daggers at him. But more interesting than that is the most beautiful man Eddie's ever seen, smiling at him wearily, eyes bright and interested and a little sad. Eddie's got no fear of a quick tumble with dangerous men, so he takes his gittern and his ale and makes his way quickly to them.

"Fair night, weary travelers," Eddie crows as he wiggles himself between the woman and the beautiful man. "What brings you so far out from the capitol?"

The lot of them regard him with mixed interest, the older man not even looking up and a girl with firey hair treating him with a sign of boredom.

"What business is yours to know, bard?" she says, already turning her nose off to watch the rowdy tavern beyond their table.

"None at all," Eddie says, leaning into the man beside him, slinging an arm over his broad shoulder to feel the heat of him beneath his cloak. "I'm here to do nothing but entertain tonight, and I fear I've bored your table to tears! I do take requests you know, for the right coin."

This he says to the man under his arm, leaning in closer to get a good look at those pretty brown eyes in the dim light of the fire.

"We have no coin for you, sot," says the woman beside them, ire evident in her tone. "Be gone with you—"

"No coin, that's true," says Eddie's beautiful man. He smiles at Eddie now, pearly teeth and pretty lips, and Eddie would sing him any song for nothing more than to keep those eyes on him. "You'll have to forgive us, we're not good company I'm afraid."

"Richer company wouldn't be as sweet as yours, dove," Eddie tells him, watching the pink of his cheeks darken.

There's a gagging sound from across the table, and its then that Eddie realizes he's in the company of striplings. Two girls in men's clothes, both of them are young in the face and barely past their majorities. Yet still they are travel-worn, all five of them: the two girls, the woman and the dour man, and the beautiful budde under Eddie's arm.

Chuckling, he says to Eddie, "A wag you are, bard, with such empty words. Do you flirt so with all poor men you find?"

"None are poorer than me, sweeting, and none are more enchanting than you. It is payment enough just to look at you, and I would sing for an age and fill my empty stomach with just your smile, or your taste if you'd grant me—"

"Gods damned!" the woman Eddie's other side gusts. "I cannot hear another foul word." She stands then, and the two girls follow, one rolling her eyes and the other giggling quitely. The woman leans past Eddie and hisses into her companion's ear, "Be done with this fool swiftly, or I'll leave you to the wolves."

"You'd never," he says back to her, smiling at Eddie, face flushed pretty and dark even as he speaks.

"Hopper would never," she says tilting her head at the remaining dour man still sitting at the table, deep into his cups and paying no mind to any around them. "But I would sell you for tanner and a duck to the first bidder."

"I'm worth at least an ox," he tells her with a cocky grin, and Eddie might want more than just one tumble with this man. "Find a room and I'll find you when I please to."

She huffs and stomps off, the girls on her heels.

"So," Eddie breathes, leaning even further into this beautiful man, until his voice is a secretive whisper, just for the two of them to hear. "Tell me, sweeting, what shall I call you when I write songs of your beauty to sing across the land, until kings beg me to their courts to recount your grace, your smile and your laugh?"

This man, to Eddie's displeasure, seems to wilt, to grow weary once more, even as he smiles and leans close, his words scarcely a breath against the shell of Eddie's ear.

"If it pleases you, and I'm sure that it won't," he confesses. "You can call me Steven."

#steddie #steddie fic #i need more Arthurian/medieval/historical fantasy steddie #and this is just a lil scene that has been haunting me for a while #idk what to even do with it!!!! #just steve robin hopper el and max on the run after steve kills his dad and they accidentally pick up eddie along the way #dw the rest of the party too #just love the idea of eddie singing some mean as tavern song about kingslaying prince steve and prince steve being there and sighing #robin homophobic dog barking at him #eddie flipping out like 'i had no idea he was a fucking hottie idgaf WHO he killed he could kill me if he wanted esp between those thighs—' #and then robin hits him #anyways this is silly thank you for stopping by #shush mal #my fic #dribble drabble

[argisthebulwark]

Silly little personal hc I have that Brynjolf and tld are just down so horrendously for each other that until they finally, finally, finally confess their feelings they can not even be in the same area as the other. Brynjolf looses all ability to sneak as soon as tld is around. One minute he’s the best they’ve got, the next he is walking into everything and the loud ass sound of everything in the guild falling over and clattering to the floor is echoing throughout because he can not tear his eyes away from them. Likewise, tld is constantly having to be watched as if they are a small child because they can’t stop staring at Brynjolf and they have almost walked into the water 6 times and counting. Everyone thinks this is really fucking cute………………at first. But it doesn’t take long for everyone else in the guild, even the ones who have been there the longest, to want to leave forever. And what really doesn’t help anything is the fact that anytime any other guild member is like “Oh my god just tell them how you feel” both tld AND Bryn are like “No 😔 i can’t 😔 i don’t think they feel the same way 😔😢” These two are very quickly making the guild as a whole rethink the whole “no killing” rule feyufhhdeuuaefgbv

YESS god they'd be so cute but so annoying about it. i gotta put some under a cut because i talked too much as always.

Mercer wants to strangle Brynjolf. He's fairly certain he could get away with it. The rest of his thieves are too busy thinking it's sweet to notice the lack of productivity - his second in command can't even get through a conversation with the new recruit in the room. One moment they're discussing potential jobs and covering new clients, the next Brynjolf's stumbling over his words. Luckily Mercer's hands are swift enough to catch the inkpot before Brynjolf carelessly spilled it over weeks of planning. Fingers flexing over his dagger, Mercer watches the two idiots circle around each other. He wants to instruct Rune to stop ushering them away from the Cistern waters and let them fall in. If they can't tear their eyes away from Brynjolf long enough to walk they deserve a dip in the chilly water. Annoyance taints every interaction but they both seem blissfully unaware of Mercer's biting tone, too busy gazing at one another while he tries to hammer in the importance of their assignment.

Vex will never admit to finding them cute. Nothing good has happened in the Flagon in recent memory so watching the new recruit tiptoe around Brynjolf while he flounders trying to ask a simple question is entertaining. Her laugh comes out as a surprised snort when Brynjolf tries to make a smooth exit, knocking the wind out of his poor lungs when he walks straight into the bar. She's cautious when the recruit comes to her for an assignment, never placing her and Brynjolf in the same Hold. They'd be a disaster. The amusement quickly wears into exasperation. Vex tries to talk them into having a conversation with Brynjolf about their feelings to save them all from bodily harm. She's speechless when their newest member looks up at her with somber eyes, sighing drearily and assuring her that Brynjolf would never return their feelings. Vex bites her tongue, sure that silence is a better answer than sarcasm.

Vekel has worked among the band of thieves for ages and is glad for fresh blood. It's nice to see Brynjolf do something other than work. Feigning exhaustion he slides the recruit's drink to the redhead, insisting that Brynjolf should hand them the drink. A shattered glass and spilled ale is all he gets for his efforts, though it is sweet how the recruit worries over the cut on Brynjolf's hand. After months pass and they're still skirting around one another Vekel's ready to step in. It's clear as day to everyone else but they insist on dancing around it, taking turns moaning in the tavern about their unrequited love. He cannot stand all the pining and yearning over a love that is clearly requited.

Delvin felt something shift in their group when Brynjolf's bragging paid off and a new member bounded into the Flagon. He notices his old friend's hands shaking when he checks the cut on their forehead and listens dutifully to the tale of their journey through the Ratways. Sitting back in his chair he watches them gravitate toward each other, the unwitting way their bodies seem to shift closer. It would be sweet if the recruit hadn't tripped over half a dozen chairs on their way, the clattering sound of furniture still echoing around their tavern. "Just tell them." Delvin pleads for what feels like the thousandth time, head in his hands. He's given up all decorum and is practically begging Brynjolf to admit his feelings and save them all some time. "I can't," Brynjolf answers, the same as ever. "They don't feel the same, it wouldn't be right." "Dear gods," Delvin sighs and ponders contacting the Dark Brotherhood. He's never been too strict on the 'no killing' rule anyway.

Rune quickly finds friendship with Brynjolf's protege. It's fun listening to their stories of life before winding up in Riften and they're intrigued by his mysterious past. They open up to him about the feelings they're harboring for Brynjolf and Rune, the good friend he is, guards it as if the secret's not widely known. He walks protectively between them and the waters of the Cistern, aware that their attention is entirely on the way Brynjolf's back looks in his armor. "He's in love with you." He wants to shake the truth into them. Months of longing glances and sighs heavy with yearning have driven his kind soul to its limits. "Everyone knows. He can hardly speak when you're around." "He'd never feel that way about me." Rune watches them squirm and cannot fathom how such an otherwise intelligent person can be so blind. "We're friends but that's it. I don't want to push him." Brynjolf waves at them, a friendly gesture cut short by the clashing sound of him tripping over a rack of weapons. Rune watches his friend rush over and finds himself wishing to lock them in the broom closet until they confess their feelings.

The whole Guild excluding two lovebirds hatch a plan. They can stomach it no longer. Vex assures the recruit that it'll be an easy job - breaking into an empty house can't be too hard. Delvin sends Brynjolf after some made up artifact stashed away in the unused basement. Mercer makes vague threats about coming back empty handed. Their fellow thieves work best in the shadows, orchestrating a meeting that will hopefully solve all their problems at once.

Poor lovesick Brynjolf makes quick work of entering the unoccupied house. The lock puts up little resistance before he's melting into the shadows, stumbling when a familiar set of eyes meet his. He sees their smile and his heart skips, trying to appear calm as he steps closer. "What are you doing here?" They approach him and Brynjolf's tongue feels too thick, all words vanish from his mind. They stumble, flailing forward and he dives to catch them. Wood flooring smacks his knees when his recruit falls into him, limbs tangled together. Hearts racing they stare at each other, words lost in fear. Neither wanting to be the first to pull away they remain there, breath mingling until they can stand it no longer and kiss him. They kiss Brynjolf for all those lingering moments and unspoken desires, clumsy fingers running along their cheek after months of pining. "Seems we've been set up." Finally he doesn't stumble over his words, amazed at the sight of his protege's flushed cheek leaning into his touch. "Do you have feelings -" "Yes." He can't help but laugh at their eagerness, heart fluttering against his ribs. "Do you?" "'Course I do."

#asks #beloved mutuals #writing #brynjolf #skyrim #brynjolf x ldb

[thekinkyleopard]

Snzfire of Hostility

Part 3 out of ?????

An AlxKoxNai Snz Series

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fic, Force Induce, Public Tomfoolery,

degradation, smut

Description: Draeko is the fresh meat at College, new in town, and at first the jocks Alistar and Kanai, don’t find much interest in him. Until they find out he’s rather a little factory of entertainment and fetish gold. What will become of them all?

Author’s Notes: I hadn’t forgotten about this series Im just brain dead LOL but here we go for Chapter 3! @aller-geez owns Kanai and Draeko. She also did the lovely cover art! 🥰

Draeko was running late to volleyball as he sprinted down the hallway with his gym bag loosely slung around his shoulder, panting with a strain against his breath. "Shit shit shit..." he groaned, truthfully he only had himself to blame. He set his alarm for pm instead of am, easy mistake for most to make if he hadn't been up all night drinking with his new best friend, and dormmate, Levi. Bursting through the gym doors loudly, everyone turned to gaze upon him, including his least favorite tormentors, Alistar and Kanai.

The elective was taking place inside today per the email, there was a nasty storm brewing outside. So far the day started with an intense wind and then the second Draeko arrived, it turned into a heavy downpour. So walking into the gym he was a little more worse for wear than usual, sopping wet and frazzled from rushing.

With a sheepish smile, Draeko attempted to regain his composure and avoid the piercing gaze of Alistar, specifically. Kanai didn't go out of his way the way the red head often did. He headed straight for the locker room, hoping to slip in unnoticed. As he hurriedly changed into his gym attire, doing what he could to dry off his pink and mint mop, he couldn't help but feel the weight of their impatience burning into his soul as the gym was quiet, even from how close his locker was to the entrance door.

Squaring his shoulders, Draeko stepped out of the locker room and entered the awaiting gymnasium. His coach, Coach Leonard, was already halfway through explaining the morning's activities to the rest of the participants when Draeko had interrupted, so he pained them all by starting over once the hybrid joined them. Draeko quietly made his way to a vacant spot at the back, trying to blend in with his classmates. "Scuse me sorry...."

Coach Leonard paused for a moment in the middle of him starting over, glancing at the mutt with an arched eyebrow. "I'm glad you could join us, Draeko," he said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm adding insult to injury, as if the hybrid wasnt aware of the rhythm he had thrown off.

Draeko's cheeks flushed crimson as he mumbled an apology. "Sorry, Coach," he replied with a softened, shy voice. The man could only shake his head and direct the rest of the students to their places. As they each stood on their respective teams, Draeko on the other end of Al and Kanai, feeling extremely targeted.

"Hey Nai, Look at our favorite little muse, he looks like he's going to explode from shame," The red head taunted, loud enough for the hybrid to hear it. Whom flushed ear to ear, furrowing his brows. "He's so cute when he's flustered," the crimson eyed demon continued to tease and snicker.

"Alright enough gab boys, get to playing!" The coach interrupted the obnoxious interaction to get the three focused back on the reason everyone gathered here today, and every other day of the damn week. The game went on rather normally for the first few rounds, before Alistar saw an opportunity when Draeko was misplacing himself.

The mutt had turned around to walk toward the backened positions and the crimson eyed demon tossed up the ball, jumped and spiked it straight into the other's ass. Drae let out a strangled cry, falling to one knee from the sure pressure of the ball against him. His ass was sure to be redder than his face was at this point, he turned and scowled. "Hey!" classmates giggling, the coach too busy staring at his phone to give a shit. The mutt wanted vengeance. Snatching the ball up he looks over and gets into position, his teammates nodding knowingly.

Draeko kneeling at a crouch with his arms holding tight to the ball he narrows his gaze and before he could throw the ball upward, a large, loud, piercing alarm goes off, and the gym doors lock. "W-Wha!?" Draeko and the rest of everyone in the gymnasium looked around in horror.

The blaring sound of the alarm reverberated through the space, its shrill tone cutting through the air like a knife. Panic began to ripple through the students as they turned to one another, their eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Alright, Alright everyone, don't panic, let me call the front office, everyone hang tight," The calmed professional padded at the class with his open palms. His unbothered demeanor seemed to bring a relative calmness to the rest of the students and everyone broke off into groups, Draeko standing awkwardly against the wall.

It wasn't long before Alistar pressed his back against the wall, his gaze intense and ravenous as he looked at the mutt in front of him. His eyes were filled with hunger and desire, his body language betraying his eager anticipation for what was to come next.

Draeko tried his best to ignore Alistar's beating presence, focusing instead on the chaotic scene unfolding before him. Some students huddled together, whispering anxiously, while others paced back and forth, their agitation palpable. The blaring alarm continued to echo through the gymnasium, filling the air with a sense of unease.

Alistar's voice cut through the clamor, his tone dripping with malicious amusement. "Hey there little bumble bee, anyway I can get a buzzzzz?" he sneered, inching closer to Draeko. "I've missed playing with you~....those little sounds? Drive me crazy in the middle of the night when Im all alone~" biting his lower lip as he loomed over the other, dragging an index finger down Drae's gym shirt.

Kanai was standing close behind the red head, not directly looking at Draeko but more accurately, through him. Completely void of any real expression, per usual, it almost spooked the hybrid. More so than the red head. There was something almost ominous about it and that made his presence added against the crimson eyed bully, that much more intimidating.

Draeko lifted his gaze to meet Alistar's, his expression filled with defiance and a coldness that he hoped would hide the lustfilled vulnerability he felt. He refused to let the redheaded instigator see him falter, even though all he wanted was to crumble under his touch. What was happening to him? He couldn't pinpoint it, but as long as he didn't reveal his weakness to the ruby-eyed hellion, he would be safe. "Just leave me alone," Draeko replied, his tone now laced with a newfound confidence. Yeah, that would convince him. Though his constantly blushing face said otherwise.

Alistar chuckled darkly, circling around Draeko like a predator closing in on its prey. "Aweee, come on, don't be like that...I thought you liked our cocks in your mouth..." He started to play with the hem of the other's white gym shirt. "You seemed to really enjoy that the other day, We all had a grand time, didn't we?" The memory made Draeko's face flushed an even brighter red, his ears burning with embarrassment.

"I-! You! Be quiet!" He looked around anxiously, hoping no one had overheard their conversation. Thankfully, it was just the three of them, everyone else off in their own gossipy worlds.

"He isn't incorrect, Draeko, you did seem to enjoy yourself," Kanai chimed in, eyes empty, but he never turned down an opportunity to speak on truth. “In fact, I distinctly remember you being very enthusiastic about it. Correct, Al?" The darker-haired man's attention shifted towards his closest companion.

"You would be right, Nai. If we hadn't been in a classroom, I wouldn't have been surprised if he had begged us to take turns," Alister said with a smirk, trailing his finger down Draeko's inflamed cheek. Drae felt his face burn with a heat so furious, he swear his eyebrows may singe off. Regardless, he did what he could to ignore the other's words, finding it to be a challenge. He couldn't believe they were discussing this in front of him, completely disregarding his presence. It was both tantalizing and nerve-wracking at the same time. What if someone overheard?

Draeko's voice quivered "S-Screw you both!" as he tried to keep his desire in check, cursing at the two of them. They were treating him like a toy, and under normal circumstances, that would have been insulting to most people. But the thought of being in such an intimate situation with these two men, their little play thing, made the hybrid break out into a sweat. Yet he still didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing him vulnerable or affected by their words, but he could feel himself getting closer to Al's prediction of begging for it.

Alistar couldn't contain his amusement, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he shot a sideways glance at Kanai. "Oh, trust me, I'm trying," he snickered, a small smirk playing on his lips. His eyebrows lifted suggestively, adding to the playful energy between them. Kanai knowingly nodded, tossing what might have been considered a side smirk, but too flattened to the normal eye.

Coach Leonard chose that moment to come over, interrupting the tension in the air. "Alright, everyone, we've got an update from the front office," he said, trying to bring some semblance of order to the chaos. "It looks like we may be locked in here well into the night, possibly the morning due to a hurricane passing through," the sound of collective groans filled the room, including Draeko's. They were all disappointed and dreading what was to come. What could he have possibly meant? They were going to spend the night locked in a gym with two men who wanted to tempt him into sin?

As the alarm was finally cut to silence, Draeko felt a wave of unease wash over him. He couldn't believe he was stuck in a locked gymnasium with Alistar and Kanai, the two people he had hoped to avoid all day. As if the universe was playing a cruel joke. His heart raced, his mind reeled, he tried to come up with a plan to get out of there without drawing their attention, but it would all involve scaling a 30ft wall. Impossible for him to do unnoticed.

Coach Leonard continued, "But don't worry, we're not completely stranded. We have food and water in the locker room we can share, as well as some sleeping bags and some of the other students have managed to find their phones. So we can keep in contact with the outside world and let them know we're okay." Immediately everyone was working to distribute the supplies. Draeko sighed deeply, knowing his fate was sealed in the form of an unwanted sleepover with not only a bunch of strangers, but those two demons as well.

The hybrid grabbed a sleeping bag that was handed out to him and stayed relatively quiet to himself, watching youtube on his phone while everyone chatted and entertained themselves. Coach Leonard was still on the phone trying to see if he could make better arrangements or get them all out before night fall.

Draeko's attention was drawn to the fiery-haired agitator, Alistar, who stood menacingly across the gym. He could sense Alistar's intense stare on him, analyzing his every move with a predatory hunger. Draeko did his best to ignore him, fixating instead on the constant flow of videos playing on his phone. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend he wasn't relishing the intensity of Al's gaze. It was always on him, no one else. That wasn’t worth nothing.

Kanai remained hidden behind Alistar, occasionally shooting him knowing looks filled with blank amusement. Draeko could sense that they had something more devious in mind for this sleepover, and it would be no where close to an innocent night of snoozing. He just had to try and not theorize what those something’s in mind could be.

The gymnasium was filled with a mixture of chatter and quiet whispers while hours passed by with no rescue, as the students began to settle in for the night. Some had spread out blankets and pillows to make the best of the situation, while others paced nervously, anxiety rippling through their bodies.

Draeko had claimed a corner of the gym for himself, creating a cozy little nest to retreat to. He let out a sigh as he settled into his spot and attempted to get comfortable before two familiar men approached him, looking to disrupt him in his haven. "Nah Nah, pipsqueak, you gotta be in the middle, Nai can have the wall,"

"W-?! I was here first, asshole! I'm not moving!" Draeko let out a frustrated huff, tugging at the thin fabric of his sleeping bag in an attempt to cover his eyes and shield himself from the two.

The material was worn and threadbare, offering little protection against the harsh elements outside, let alone the large gym. He could feel the cold seeping through, trickling against his skin and making him shiver. But he refused to give in and face the two men that awaited him. Instead, he pulled the fabric tighter around his body, trying to create a shield against everything outside of it.

"Poor choice see because you move, or," the red head gripped the edges of the other male's bag and scooted him to his liking. "Be moved," Draeko popping his head back out with frustration and disbelief. The nerve of this guy. Kanai quietly, settling in now where the hybrid once had been. Alistar squeezing in on the other side so Draeko was successfully sandwiched between the two.

"Dude what the hell, seriously? And what is th-....Hh...H'ih..." the strongest stench started to overwhelm the poor mint and pink haired male once the two settled in tightly on either side. "Wha-...that...sme-hah~.." With his sense of smell now acutely assaulted, Draeko struggled to keep his breath steady and maintain what little dignity he had left. Between the two muscular men was an unmistakable odor - the same perfume their professor had been wearing the very first attack he had within their presence. Shit. Draeko's eyes immediately watered and he clapped both his hands over his nose and mouth to keep himself from giving into this man's horrible plan.

"Ah, don't play hard to get, I picked this scent out special for you, pup," Alistar smirked, "You know Kanai, he might be a tough nut to crack, but I have a feeling we're about to discover another delicious weakness he can't resist." The silent one raised a brow and curiously spoke outward to respond.

"What do you mean, Donnie? He seems dissatisfied with this treat, you said he would be very thrilled to smell us but he seems very, unstable," the hound was sitting upward, wearing the same spritz of stench that Al was and Draeko struggled to contain himself, his sinuses threatening to spill over. He couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down his mint and grey eyes.

"You're se-serious right n-now?" the hybrid whimpered and struggled to speak as the scent overwhelmed him. His nose stretched and twitched, he tried to hide from it by dipping back into his sleeping bag. Al only shot a snickering glance toward his best friend.

Alistar's deep, rumbling chuckle filled the air as he spoke, his voice carrying a dangerous edge to it. "Hide all you want," he taunted, his words laced with confidence and a hint of menace. "There's plenty to go around and really,” His eyes glinted with mischief, pausing for effect, almost daring the mutt to challenge him. "I couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity to make you our bitch….” Licking his teeth possessively as he glared over the mutt.

Draeko glanced around nervously, hoping that his situation would remain undetected. Alistar and Kanai had encased him between them, and he felt like he was being suffocated. His nose was burning from the overpowering scent that emanated from their bodies. He could feel his eyes dripping lines of tears down his cheeks, and his throat felt like it was closing up.

The mutt tried to stifle his sneeze, but it was no use. He glanced around the gym, desperate for someone to save him from this torment. Alistar looked on smugly as he watched Draeko struggle to hold back his sneeze. "Come on, Drae, let it out," he taunted. "It's not like anyone important is going to see you….”

"N-Never...." his face was turning red, not because of the building desires that threatened to boil over, no, but because of the sheer pressure of holding in his afflictions.

"Do it," the words fell off that crimson eyed man's tongue and the command alone, caused the hybrid to shut his eyes tightly to try and disobey, but Alistar only scooted closer. "Let go....give us control, Drae," sliding his hand under the sleeping bag material to find it's way to the hybrid's thigh. The flesh bare as his gym shorts rode up and exposed him. Kanai watching closely, almost taking notes at the way his friend spoke, noticing a distinct difference in the mutt when he did.

"I'm...H-h...HIH-..." Draeko's voice caught in his throat, stuttering and gasping as he tried to deny the overwhelming force that was threatening to consume him. His chest heaved with every labored breath, his body shaking from the effort of trying to resist. But it was no use, the weight of the looming sternutation was too much for him to bear.

"That's it; right there, come on, let go for me, pup," The red head continued to coax him, reaching forward grabbing his shirt and pulling him just a bit closer, almost into his own lap. "Don't keep me waiting like this..."

"H'GXTSH'ue! K'GNSH!! 'GXXCT!" Kittenish like stifled sounds erupted from his mouth, the mutt brought a closed fist up to his mouth, holding back the power behind each one, the pressure behind his eyes making him feel like his head could implode. Alistar growled slightly under his breath.

"Stop holding back on me or I'm gonna show this whole gym why you're my bitch," the green and grey eyed man looked the red head up and down, seeking a bluff but only finding a very serious expression written across the other's face.

Draeko's eyes widened as Alistar's warning sunk in, the constraint building behind his eyelids threatening to burst forth. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer, and he couldn't afford to draw attention to himself in any suspicious ways.

With a final, desperate attempt, Draeko reached out and grabbed the edge of his sleeping bag, trying to yank it closer to his face in a desperate bid for protection. But it was no use; the scent of Alistar's perfume still clung to him, and the other couldn't escape, especially when the red head snatched the material from his clutched fist.

Al's eyes narrowed as he watched Draeko's struggle, a cruel smirk playing across his lips. "You're gonna learn to do what I say," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "And you're gonna enjoy every single second of it,"

Kanai watched in fascination as his best friend worked to claim his ownership of their new plaything. Miss deeds as such always brought a fire to the hound's inner core, reminding him of his heritage and unlocking something feral within himself. "I dont know, Donnie, I’d lay punishment upon the pet for prolonging his submission, that’s just my interjection though," making his suggestion with an edgy, yet sarcastic tone. Alistar couldn’t help but chuckle at that, struggling thoughtfully.

Draeko however swallowed nervously, and still defiantly he scooted a mere inch away, but the scent of Alistar's cologne was now clinging to him like a second skin. Drae's eyes darted around the gym, searching for a way out, a way to escape the suffocating compulsions that threatened to consume him. He needed to find a way to break free before it was too late, before he gave in to the sinister games of the two alpha males.

But it was too late. Alistar and Kanai had already locked him in their grip, sunk in their claws, and they showed no signs of letting go. The hybrid knew he was in deep trouble. He had never felt so vulnerable before, so exposed, so powerless against the whims of others. "You're right, Nai, I don't think he gets just how serious we are..." looking around to notice most their classmates had fallen asleep and or, were to far within the now darkening gym to see them. He reached up, gripped the mutt by his neck and angeled his face upward. "I said, Sneeze,"

As the scent continued to waft through the air, Draeko's body trembled uncontrollably. His heart raced as he struggled to hold back in spite of them, but it threatened to explode from his nose and it was absolutely no use by this point. His body was going to betray him and he'd broken his resolve to hold back any longer. "Hh'NDTCH'iEW!! H'GtsHI'UE!"

The sneeze erupted from his nose like a geyser, spraying a cloud of saliva and miscellaneous mess across Alistar's eager face. Drae's eyes watered down flushed cheeks and his nose twitched uncontrollably as he tried to catch his breath. He winced while he felt his nose throbbing from the intense pressure that had released from inside; feeling a slight ounce of relief.

Alistar smirked, and he wiped his face clean with the back of his sleeve, hungrily staring over Draeko's swollen and reddened face. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he teased. He then turned to Kanai, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I think our little friend has finally learned his lesson,"

Kanai tilted his head and his eyes scanned around the room quickly before he leaned in to the two of them closely. "I'm surprised no one bared witness to such an outburst," Drae's face slowly turned to look at the other hellion. Was he, taunting him? His cheeks flushed and he looked down at his own hands, now they were both in on it? Well…not like they hadn’t been but, the shameful feeling of them teasing him together? Brought butterflies to his stomach and he almost wanted to strangle himself for even feeling that way.

"Okay, dhere, you god wha you wanded ndow led me go do sleeb," struggling to speak with a clogged up nose after such a helpless session of sneezes, but the red head only chuckled.

"That was simply our warm up exercise, pet, but go ahead, get comfy in your bag....Nai, keep watch," the hound almost seemed disappointed by nodded regardless, he'd get his time in surely. His friend never left him high and dry. Draeko looked between the two of them and his brows fell again, this time more so with worry. What did they have up their sleeve? It was killing him.

He did as he was told, more frightened that there would be a scene made if he didn't, but also mostly, because he really hated denying himself the simple pleasures of submission.

Draeko carefully zipped up his sleeping bag, making sure it was secure and hiding him from the prying eyes of anyone who might pass by. He lay down inside, feeling the material scratch against his back as he settled into the tight space. A ripple of unease ran through him, but he knew that Alistar and Kanai wouldn't let anything happen to him - at least, not without their involvement.

The smell of sweat and cologne continued to fill the air, poking and prodding at his sensitive sensibilities. Trying to distract himself, he could hear the low murmur of their conversation as they continued to discuss their plans. Draeko could felt his heart rate slow down as he tried to adjust, but he knew that the temptation to sneeze would return eventually. Doing what he could to ignore the pounding in his head, but he knew that it would only worsen with time.

As the minutes ticked by, Draeko's body began to relax into his position, certain now that maybe the two were all talk, but as everyone began to slowly drift away, neither Hellion closed an eye. Drae's nose continued to twitch and prickle, things may have calmed down but the scent still lingered, too terribly close to him. Both men very much aware of this as well. Eventually, the red head and navy haired man alike slid themselves into the poor material of their sleeping devices. “Keep an ear out for any passerbys Nai..." he whispered amongst them, Draeko's eyes now shooting back open.

"Why cant you just leave me alone?" He sighed under his breath but the silence was so loud, they could hear him clear as day.

"Because you're far too delicious, pup, far too delicious…." he reached over and scooped the other's hips sliding their bags together, pulling the mutt tightly against his chest in a spooning fashion. "Now, why must you be so far? 'Mere," burying his face into the side of the hybrid's neck, it made it even more impossible for the other to resist the reaction to his scent now. Not only that, but he could no longer hide the delighted shiver that exuded his body when he felt Alistar pushed up against him. "Oh? You like that?" The red head teased.

"N-No don'd be....ridigulous...." Draeko stuttered with a roll of his eyes, but the blush on his face, and the racing of his heart, spoke otherwise.

Draeko couldn't deny the heated presence of the redhead against his back, their bodies molding perfectly together as they pressed against each other barely separated by the fabric of their bags. The scent of Alistar's cologne seemed to be multiplied now, filling Drae's senses and making it impossible for him to focus. Even so, he tried to keep his distance, both physically and emotionally, failing miserably.

The serpentine length of Alistar's arm curved around Draeko's waist, tugging him closer. The hybrid felt the other man's breath on the side of his neck, and felt the gentle brush of his lips against his sensitive skin. Draeko's body froze, his breath catching in his throat as the warmth from Alistar's lips spread like wildfire across his body.

"You know you want this, pet," Alistar whispered, his voice low and seductive. Draeko's eyes adjusted to the dark, they looked up and met Kanai's gaze, an empty quizzical stare like he was always being acutely observed by the man.

"A-And whad if I do....?" The words escaped him without permission, he clasped a hand over his mouth, Kanai almost smirked reaching for it and pulling it off him.

"Then give me what I want...and I'll return the favor," the red head nipped, and slid his tongue across the mutt's sensitive ear lobe, causing another delightful shudder to take over the course of Drae's thin frame.

Draeko's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had prided himself on his independence in the last year, his ability to resist temptation and maintain control over his own desires. But now, faced with the undeniable allure of Alistar and Kanai, he felt his resolve crumbling. "O-okay...." The whisper was as faint as a ghost, almost undetectable to any untrained ear, but did not go amiss amongst the demons.

Alistar's lips trailed down Draeko's neck, leaving a slew of hot kisses in their wake. The hybrid's breath hitched as his body responded instinctively, arching closer to the touch. The rational part of his mind screamed for him to resist, to hold onto what little autonomy he had left. But the pure pleasure coursing through him drowned out the voice of reason. "I knew you were eager, but this badly? My little toy...what a pleasant surprise...now give us what we want," bringing a hand up in front of the other’s face to brush and tickle his index just below the other's nostrils.

Kanai watched the scene unfold with an intense gaze, his eyes filled with lust and desire. Without a word, he reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair away from Draeko's face. The touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the raw intensity radiating from Alistar. Drae could feel his desires rising, a mix of intense longing and the need to break free from the strong scent of the men with hungry eyes.

In that moment, he hitched, his breath catching like a ball in his throat as if it were suspended there by invisible threads. It felt like the world had stopped and all that existed was this single, fleeting moment. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath, each inhale feeling like a gasp for air. His eyes widened as he tried to process what was happening, the weight of the moment heavy on his shoulders. “H-h…Hih…~” The scent only got stronger, only weighed heavier on his sinuses, his head fell back against the red head, his mouth widened and eventually, out it came.

Surfacing that persistent tickle from the bowels of his desperation to keep it under wraps, he let go of his chains and allowed himself to sneeze. Kanai bringing a hand up to cover the other's mouth, avoiding himself becoming collateral. "Hh'NDGSH'UE! Hihh'TSH'hiew.." he tried his best to keep it down but the anguish of the sound filled the air and reverberated against their eardrums, every wall in the gym seeming to echo and amplify the noise, drowning out any pretense of silence.

Draeko's eyes flew open, his face flushed and his breath heaving as if he had ran several miles. Alistar and Kanai, excited by the ferocity of the sneeze, the red head trickled his fingers delicately up the mutt's shirt, touching his bare stomach with cold hands. Drae shivered, biting his lower lip and whimpering gently.

"Look at that, Donnie," Kanai chuckled, a foreign sound from the otherwise quiet man, his voice low and husky, "Cracked like an egg…..did I say it right?" He looked over at Alistar, his eyes shining with self pride finally catching on to the other’s sarcastic demeanor with his own flavor and style.

"Cracked indeed," Alistar agreed, his own voice thick with lust, one hand sliding up to grip hold and twist one of the hybrid's delicate, prehardened buds. “Being such a good boy now aren’t we?" his voice slick like honey as it dripped inside of Draeko's ear drum. Free hand finding its way past the other’s sleeping material, and dipping just below the waist trim of his gym shorts. "Shall I reward him for his behavior? Hm Nai?" the mutt inhaled sharply, his eyes lidded as they stared at Kanai.

"I'd say we were obligated to hold up our end of the bargain, yes," for once, there was a hint of emotion behind his heterochromatic gaze, the need to be satiated. Kanai whispered, his eyes burning with a hunger that was both fiery and primal, but his mouth still lay in a flat line, which drove the mutt crazier. He wanted to see it twist in pleasure. So the hybrid reached forward with his own hands and gripped the hound's waist band. Pulling him closer.

When he suddenly gasped, trying to stay soundless but his body started trembling as he felt Al’s two hands all over him, one twisting his sensitized bud and the other sliding just below the waistband of his gym shorts. The scent emitting from both men was now almost overwhelming, filling the air and making it impossible for Draeko to focus on anything else. Lust drunk with pulsating sinuses. His nostrils threatening to leak as he would sniff to clear himself.

He was lost in a whirlwind of emotions, his heart racing wildly while he struggled to find a way to escape the hold that Alistar and Kanai had on him. But the pleasure that crashed through him in waves was too much to resist, his body betraying him by arching closer to the touch.

"I...I can't...I don't know...what to do," he whispered, his words barely audible. In his confusion, he could feel Alistar taking hold of his hardened length, pumping it slowly.

"Just relax...enjoy yourself...I know I am," the red-eyed demon snickered, his voice soft, barely audible, the three of them pushed closer together, Kanai now inches from the other's twisting face. “Oh and be quiet….” Reminding the mutt of their current position.

Kanai leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the hybrid's own trembling set, sending a shiver down Draeko's spine. "Relax, Drae," he whispered tenderly against his mouth, his voice a seductive rumble, "Submit," Whilst Al moved his hand, sliding it down Draeko's length and gripping it firmly, stroking his desperate cock. Drae's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat whilst the sensations coursed through him, trying his best not to be loud but a tiny whimper escaped him.

The scent of Alistar and Kanai seemed to meld with the arousal in the air, filling the space around their secluded corner. "Shhhh," the navy haired hound hushed him, bringing his palm to cradle the mutt's neck now, tightening around it before pressing their lips together in an attempt to keep the other's sounds at bay.

Alistar let out a possessive grunt, pushing his hips against the other's ass, desperate for friction where it was due. "I dunno Nai....should we give him the full experience or should we leave him wanting more?" slipping the pad of his thumb suggestively across Drae’s already leaking head. Kanai almost losing himself within the other's mouth, reluctantly pulled away. Sliding a lazy tongue across his own lower lip, accepting the string of saliva that had broken off between them.

"Hm, tempting call, Donnie, you're going to have to solidify that answer yourself....the pet tastes far too delectable for me to make a decision based on will..." Kanai's eyes gleamed with hunger, his voice melting like rich chocolate inside of Draeko’s now easily manipulated eardrums. Slowly Nai dipped his face once again to steal another softened, delighted kiss from their target.

Alistar looked at each of them with an adjusted vision to the darkness, his gaze filled with a primal intensity that seemed to say, "Checkmate," he'd knew he won, wanting so badly to claim his prize but he knew he had to leave the mutt wanting more. The next time theyd be in this siuation it'll be because the little hybrid wont be able to be without. They needed him to be addicted. Alistar brought his free hand to join the other, both his hands now tugging and twisting at the smaller’s length, but his ultimate goal to slicken his digits.

Draeko struggled against the mixed sensations, his body betraying him with every touch, every scent, and the intoxicating taste. He tried to pull away when he felt his face starting back up, itching and full, but found he was caught in a web of desire and need, unable to break free from their insatiable hold. He was just going to have to suffer between it.

Kanai watched Draeko's reactions, the obvious need and submission in the mutt's eyes, and it only fueled his own hungry desires even more. He leaned back in, their lips brushing together, his tongue darting out to taste the other's lips once again, pulling away just as quickly, leaving Draeko panting and clawing at Kanai's waist band, pulling on them and dipping his hand within the confines of the the fabric.

The navy haired man caught his breath as Draeko started to pump and twist his palm around his unsuspecting length. "Quite the....eager little thing he is," Kanai responded breathlessly while Al could only smirk at the two of them.

"Eager is one word for it....slut is another," Al nipped and pulled on Draeko's earlobe now causing him to whimper again. His second hand now significantly moistened came around to the backend of the mutt's cheeks, slipping between them with newly slickened fingers, pressing and teasing his hole. "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this," he hissed behind a clenched jaw as he then pressed his middle and ring finger inside of Drae's puckered hole.

Draeko's duo colored orbs widened, his breath catching in the base of his throat while Alistar's fingers breached his sensitive entrance. He started to moan but quickly swallowed it in an attempt to keep a low profile, arching into the touch, a whimper caught in his throat as he tried to push back against the invasion.

Kanai watched silently, his lips slightly parted as he let out little puffs of ghost like exhales for every motion of the mutt's hand.

"I can only imagine what it would feel like to be inside of you, hm? Tight and cozy…so warm against my cock," the red headed demon growled, his voice playing directly into Draeko’s ear drums to be heard by no one but his current property. Crimson orbs burning with a hunger that matched his words. He slid his fingers in and out of Draeko's entrance, twisting them slightly with each thrust, eliciting a gasp and bouncing hips from the hybrid. Between the great waves of pleasure, he could still feel his face reacting despite everything else happening. Huffing, still hitching, his chest caving in as that familiar prickle wreaked havoc on his good time, the cologne strangling his cavities as he stayed squished between the two.

Alistar stretched his fingers inside of Draeko further, his thrusts growing more aggressive with each passing second. The mutt's eyes stretched wider as he felt himself being taken by the other man's savage possession, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I'b....I'b..gonn...a," he whimpered, his voice shaking with lust-fueled desire as the pressure built inside of his slowly closing throat, rising like a high tide it finally spilled over.

"That's right, I want to feel that hungry little hole clench me while you release...sneeze for me pup, gimme a sample, convince me to fuck you," whispering with a thickened hungry tone, the two men, stifling their snickers and scoffs as Draeko's face scrunched up in the midst of his struggle to control himself.

"H'KGSH! Hh'NDKT'ih!" erupting into a smaller fit, he began to convulse, trembling and gripping Kanai's cock tightly as his body shook and spasmed in the midst of his cathartic release. His sneeze was anything but subtle, an expressive and ragged explosion of sound that reverberated the three of them in the dark gym. The red head grunted as he felt the other's walls clench around his fingers while he sneezed.

"Bless you!" they all heard from the furthest end of the large space, Alistar snickered nudging his nose against the mutt’s head. Clearly not everything from this side of the room was going unheard.

"Answer them, mutt," he licked his lips, demanding the other through gritted teeth, shoveling four full fingers inside the man, teasing his prostate.

"T-Thanks!" Drae's eyes rolled into the back of his head, it took every last muscle and cell of strength to not cry out as his cock released completely into his boxers. The hand that had been stroking him now soaked. His own fingers tightly gripping the hound's length while his body spasmed and came. He didn't expect it as much as the other two didn't, the commanding tone, the lewd act in such a public space, the two of them being the hottest men he'd literally ever seen.....it just all caught up at once.

Kanai took hold of the mutt's stiff hand, determined to cross the finish line without any delay. Fucking the tightened palms as he too needed to boil over in ecstasy. His body was tense as he inhaled deeply and clasped Draeko's hand and his own together around the tip of his length while it spilled over.

"Oh, you're welcome!" called the voice again from the shadows. The two spilling over silently, trying not to make a scene. The gym fell over in another deafeningly quiet moment as Kanai and Draeko twitched, and spasmed. Alistar highly amused by the fact they were honestly doing a good job at hiding their pleasures.

"Awesome..." The red head snickered pulling his fingers out of the hybrid's ass now and bringing them up to his mouth, licking them and tasting his essence. "It’s going to be so good when I finally fuck you," He whispered again, more to Kanai than anyone else, while pulling his fingers away and tucking himself tightly back into his own sleeping bag. As they each caught their breath Draeko turned around and in a concerned, and disappointed whimper, spoke in direction to Alistar.

"I-Is that all?" With his lower lip between his teeth, he gazed up at him with desperate eyes while his hips continued to sway. He could keep going all night, regardless of how many times he reached climax in pathetic silence, or how exhausted he became in the process.

"What? You want me to fuck you, now? Here?" Alistar let out a mocking scoff, his eyes dancing with amusement as he glanced at Kanai. The two hellions seemed to be fully aware that they had already laid claim on him and were relishing in their victory.

Draeko's brows furrowed with despondency as the air suddenly changed, and the atmosphere of sexual tension suddenly faded away, it caught him off guard. With a heavy sigh, he rolled his eyes, no longer wanting to pretend or push away his true desires. He couldn't hide it any longer - he was a pathetic nymphomaniac.

The sound of his disappointments made Al grin ear to ear, but quickly he shuts down any further advances, zipping his bag up to his chin. "What sweet, sweet sounds, you’re cute when you’re let down," he clicks his tongue, words dripping with both admiration and control. "Not tonight, pup. I want to hear you scream my name if that’s going to be the case," he shook his head back and forth trying to keep his own excitement hidden. "We will talk about it once the storm passes, and we’re released,”

Draeko let out a defeated whimper, glancing at Kanai who had already tidied himself up and was now following suit. The hybrid scowled and crossed his arms, feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. It almost felt worse than being blue balled. He exhaled heavily, "Can I at least get a cuddle? Seriously?" Alistar, who sounded like he was already asleep, was turned away and pretended to not hear the other’s request. Meanwhile, Kanai let out a nervous sigh and opened his bag again.

"You are more than welcomed to join me in here....should you, desire so," Clearing his throat and avoiding direct eye contact, Draeko offered a warm smile before he inched closer to the tense navy-haired man. After a moment of hesitation, Kanai gingerly wrapped his arms around the smaller figure, feeling his heart racing at their close proximity. They said nothing more but fell asleep wrapped around each other comfortably. Alistar happy to be in his own little world as he slept to the right of them both.

The hurricane rocked over the building all night, the howls of the wind and loudened crackles of thunder echoed off the roof but never the less they all stayed safe til morning, where they could all gather their things and get ready to leave for the day. Each student was excused from whatever classes they had that day, to recoup from the lock down.

"You tryna come to our dorm?" Alistar asked nudging the mutt as they all walked out of the gym. Draeko rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe, if you think I'm that easy," Draeko tighted his grip on his things as he turned to fully look at Alistar now, stopping in his tracks.

"I do think you're that easy....for us," Alistar stated plainly, coming to a sudden halt just before colliding with the mint and pink haired male. His eyes widened in honest surprise as he looked at the mutt, who stood there with a blank expression.

"Fuck you," Drae retorted, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. Al and Kanai couldn't help but silently snicker and shake their heads at Drae's stubbornness.

"Again, you see, I'm trying," Al said earnestly, pointing at Drae with a playful wag of his finger.

"Fine, I'll see you in the dorms tonight," Draeko finally caved, muttering under his breath as they all continued walking.

"That's what I like to hear," A mischievous glint danced inside his eyes as a grin spread across his smug face, he and Kanai making knowing eye contact. They both eagerly awaited their next encounter with their ever-pleasing mutt, the anticipation building within their chests like a drumbeat.

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: AHHHHHH this took me so fricken long to get through but I DID it, and might I say, steamy 🥵 Hope YALL enjoyed this, I certainly did.

#oc #original character #writer #fic writer #snzblr #alxkoxnai #snz kink #snz #smut #lemons #snzfet #snzzzzz #snzkink #snz oc #snz fet #snzfucker #snz things

[byebyelemonpie]

byebyelemonpie's february 2023 recommendations

My february top 5 movies:

Everything Everywhere All At Once (2022, dir: Daniel Scheinert, Daniel Kwan) [First time watch] My expectations were high and they were all met spendidly. It's a Weird Movie and it doesn't care. I cannot say more or I'll spoil something. -

Puss in Boots: The Last Wish (2022, dir: Joel Crawford) [First time watch] Puss in Boots tries to escape Death. This is an amazing movie. Starting from the beautiful animation techniques, to the narrative structure, to the ending climax. It's just very cool! -

Weird: The Al Yankovic Story (2022, dir: Eric Appel) [First time watch] This is the only biopic ever. It tells the story of "Weird Al" Yankovic since he was old enough to learn how to play the accordion, going through all the crimes he was involved in. It's a great parody of the genre and greatly entertaining. -

Two Of Us (2000, dir: Michael Lindsay-Hogg) [First time watch] The fictional last encounter between John Lennon and Paul McCartney, spanning through a day in New York. The real history is not very easy to actually know, but the two songwriters were friends first and foremost and this is a great movie to see that friendship shine. The director also directed that messy Let It Be / Get Back documentary they did before The Beatles broke up, and if he saw this kind of love between them while they were basically always annoyed at each other's presence, then this could just as well be considered realistic fiction. -

Elvis (2022, dir: Baz Luhrmann) [First time watch] I have literally no idea how to describe this movie. It's very Baz Luhrmann, I'll give it that. The soundtrack is fun, but the structure of the movie is very messy, which makes it a little bit too long for my taste. It exists, I guess!

Favourite series in february:

Dirty Laundry (Thailand, 2023) [First time watch] This miniseries was part of GMMTV's Midnight Series (which included also Midnight Motel and Moonlight Chicken). It's about Neon, who works at night at a laundromat, and Night, who writes crime stories and attends the laundromat often. The two find themselves involved in a crime story of their own. The show is very over the top, but I found it quite funny. Nanon Korapat and Film Rachanun have great chemistry and it's very nice to see them work together in a comedy setting. -

My School President (Thailand, 2022-23) [First time watch] Son of the school director, Tinn has a crush on the lead of the school band, Gun, so he decides to run for school president and help him win the music contest which will end the band's no dating rule. This was such a cute and fun series throughout! All the songs are still around in all my spotify playlists and it was just all around entertaining. -

Boris - season 4 (Italy, 2022) [First time watch] After a rewatch of all the previous seasons, I finally could watch this one. The usual crew is employed by a streaming network to film a modernised rendition of Jesus' life, but the director, René Ferretti has another vision. I'm glad I could see how all these characters are doing more than ten years after the events of the third season. It was exciting to hear a nod to asexuality (honestly just hearing other people actually say the word is exciting in itself at this point), and it was emotional when they remembered the screenwriter who passed away before they could make the season.

[byebyelemonpie's 2023 recs]

#a post #byebyelemonpie's 2023 recs #about movies #about series #everything everywhere all at once #puss in boots: the last wish #weird: the al yankovic story #two of us #elvis #dirty laundry #my school president #boris

[wildcards1407]

Travel Documents 127: Humans Wanted

Travel Documents 127: Humans Wanted

by Jody Nye, A Merc Rustad Et Al

Genre:  sci-fi, near-future, social change, cultural change

The Dust Cover Copy

Humans are tough. Humans can last days without food. Humans heal so quickly, they pierce holes in themselves or inject ink under their epidermis for fun. Humans will walk for days on broken bones in order to make it to safety. Humans will literally cut off bits of themselves if trapped by a disaster. You would be amazed what humans will do to survive. Or to ensure the survival of others they feel responsible for. That's the other thing. Humans pack-bond, and they spill their pack-bonding instincts everywhere. Sure it's weird when they talk sympathetically to broken spaceships or try to pet every lifeform that scans as non-toxic. It's even a little weird that just existing in the same place as them for long enough seems to make them care about you. But if you're hurt, if you're trapped, if you need someone to fetch help? You really want a human. Twelve authors provide their perspectives on human ingenuity and usefulness as we try to find our place among the stars. From battletested to brokenhearted, humans are capable of amazing things. Humans Wanted shows not only what we are, but how awesome we can be.

The Scene

Worldbuilding

Oh, this one is such a treat! From the madcap goofiness of DesJardin’s Human Engineering to the deep and poignant exploration of colonialism in Becker’s The Dowager, from the delightfully Pythonesque parody of bureaucracy in Thomas’s New Union Requirement to the shivering awe and terror of Runstad’s Brightened Star, Ascending Dawn, every story in this collection is a little bundle of wonders. In this anthology, the authors really worked at getting us outside of our own human boxes and letting us see the universe through other eyes: amphibious eyes, eyes that see UV light, compound eyes, and eyes that see eternity. From these vantage points, we can learn about ourselves, each other, and maybe a little bit about empathy. And that’s what we need so badly right now.

The Crowd

Characterization

Every story in this motley crew has people you’ll be interested to meet. By far, the most intense and poignant exploration of character was showcased in Dowager, a painfully intimate tale between a colonizing alien on hospice care and her colonized human servant. My favorite cast shows up in WWHD, which was just delightful. I particularly appreciated the ensemble of the aforementioned Human Engineering, along with the characters in Sidekick (which made me happy cry) and No Way This Could Go Wrong (which made me laugh loud enough to scare the cat).

Writing Style

Each of these styles is different, but each one serves its purpose well: to illuminate, to illustrate cultural points, to entertain. And maybe even to open our eyes.

The Moves

Plot

As usual, I’m not diving deep on any specific story. But what I can say is that every plot in this collection is solid, well done, and perfectly timed.

Overall Rating

Such bright stars in this constellation. You’ll be glad to see them all sparkle.

[trakdrita]

Saiki k 3d

#Saiki k 3d plus

#Saiki k 3d series

I thought about what aspects of characterization annoy me the most. Well, I have an idea of what the "fanon" characters are like after spending so long lurking in the forum. Re: Worm characterization: I'm flattered that you think it's working, although I've already seen some complaints about this story so I don't know how much my take on it is worth, haha. I'll be sure to give Eve a listen - I always enjoy having songs or a playlist for whatever project I'm working on at the moment. Kudos!Ĭlick to shrink.First of all, thank you as always for your long review! I'm glad you enjoyed RegentQuest and Saiki's "interaction" with the Undersiders. Stay healthy, sane and again, I'm really struggling to not make this post an entire page worth of praise for the amount of effort you put in this.

#Saiki k 3d plus

Plus plus ultra work for this medium-mixing chapter and I'm really looking forward to see what new, creative, artistice mediums you'll use to blow our minds next once you're free.

#Saiki k 3d series

Personally I find it mind-boggling that his songs have never been used for a series before but hey, at least that means your story won't be associated with any other anime right?īut I'm getting off subject. One of 'em could very well be the defacto song for this story (and even if they don't make the cut, they're still good songs to listen to when you need some extra energy for work stuff like your finals). Not exactly original, but you'll still have put his songs in your work before any other anime. I've been binging his work again and when a soundtrack for this was brought up, I figured I might as well recommend the artist. And finally for the soundtrack, while I'm more than fine with you making an original piece for this story, a pretty good alternative I think would be to remix some tunes from this amazing Japanese artist called Eve. Appreciate the lack of romance as well, since I feel that it's always the biggest cause for story decay most of the time (that said I wouldn't mind a one-sided, comedic "romance" in the style of Teruhashi's shtick since it's mostly done as a gag and used to improve her character). Probably as some clerk at a convenience store that every relevant Worm character likes to frequent with his luck.įor your Q&A, I'm kinda dabbling in Worm stories myself and given you haven't read the source material either I'm kinda curious on where you get your characterization from. I'm also interested in seeing what kind of job Saiki ends up getting. There's not much to talk about once you omit the best part from the review after all, but I do expect we get a bit more expansion on what that first precognition was about, given Coil's powerset. Other than that, Saiki here was his usual sardonic excellence and lastly I admit I feel kinda bad for Oni Lee taking the blame. At the very least she's still significantly less irksome than Al-hole. Along with the promise of shenanigans by virtue of her going crazy trying to figure him out after her powers told her about his limiters but stated he wasn't a Parahuman. Lisa was also good, if only because I liked her internal thought's on Saiki as well as her breif dynamic with him. Grue had to be my favorite for being a nice, accommodating straight man to his group's antics who honestly has the best chance at being Kusuo's frie- sorry, acquaintance than the others. I also enjoyed the small but entertaining interactions between Saiki and the rest of the Undersiders. Take all of Greg and or Uber n' Leet's crap and stick it right into your Ikemen bastard face. And I hope either he or JGSZX or both use their powers to turn you into the designated butt-monkey of this story. Because Alec you dumb fuck, I felt second-hand annoyance from only reading you irritate Saiki. Mind blown after all.Īnyway, to start with I think you did a great job at Regent's portrayal. I think I'll uh, just stick to the stuff before the game if I want to post my review in a way that's coherent. I don't think I can even put into words just how amazed I was over how you did such an impressive achievement. Now rest assured, I won't be badgering you about Deltarune any time soon, but just know that your secret's out you've shown too much of your hand to make any of us think you're a normal SBer.Ī visual novel. There is no way any normal writer would go to those lengths on a casual basis unless they were never a normal writer to begin with. Hawks x reader rescue.Okay, so after finishing this chapter I have to ask: JGSZX, are you Toby Fox? Because that is the only explanation I could think of that makes sense after playing a VN minigame almost a dozen times once I finished reading a "fanfic" with grade-A illustrations.

#Saiki k 3d

[kurohaai]

Hunter

※This comic contain a very self-indulgent Charlastor. Please use discretion. Read right to left ( ← )

"Oh, Al! Let me... help..."

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Basically I was just thinking "hey she has this big daddy issue already, seemingly intentionally repressing her demon side, plus she's part succubus from her mother she might be unconsciously into some pretty screwed up shit". That's part of the self-indulgent warning.

The rest of the warning of course for Al's fashion here lol give me more sharp-dressed demon goddammit. Oh, and for the underlying D/s dynamic probably....?

Might do a follow up comic but not sure when I could do it.

Bonus: Oblivious Charlie.

#Charlastor #Hazbin Hotel #Charlie Magne #Alastor #comic strips #fanart #Kuroha Ai #the entire comic is just me singing ''hello darkness my old friend'' #Charlie Charlie honey you're scaroused #Al's just glad to find new entertainment #this is unhealthy as heck but what did you expect from demons in hell #run Charlie run

[chibiwritesstuff]

May I request dorm leaders going to ramshackle dorm to hang out with s/o but finds out that s/o hanging with dorm leader's genderbend versions? Sorry if it dosen't match up with your rules, your free to remind me if it does

I don’t even know what happened with this... I have ideas then my hands just took over. Hope this is fine with you.

Now, let’s enter this twisted wonderland~

He doesn’t remember having a twin let alone a sister. He knows his mother is too prideful to hide a daughter as well, so he’s at a loss here.

“(Name), who is this?”

These two are now out for world dorm domination. Good job, you.

These two take turns to regulate the dorm and spending time with you.

The entire Heartslabyul dorm is living in a nightmare right now though.

Other than that, these two will end up bonding and open up to each other (since they’re technically the same person). Which helps with his recovery from his overblot as well.

He can smell his scent but also, it's not him?

When he sees what’s going one just grins at you and hurls a bunch of teasing words.

“Expanding our horizons, I see.”

Say goodbye to your legs because they’re going to be numb from now on.

These two refuses to let you leave when they want a nap. You’re their lap pillow now, deal with it.

Not really sure if this is a win or lose situation but hey at least it's not like the dorm is on fire, right?

Ruggie is just glad he can focus on his part-time jobs rather than running errands in the middle of his job.

The most peaceful interactions out of all of the dorm leaders.

Business.

Forget about hanging out with his gender-bent version, these two will end up talking about business and how to improve Monstro Lounge.

You could leave the room and these two will be presenting a 500 slide PowerPoint presentation to each other.

Well, I say that but the moment they realized you left them both start feeling bad.

Both would think that you left because you feel left out and hate them for it when you just want a smoothie.

These two will be crying and hugging you once you come back making you drop your drink.

“MY SMOOTHIE!”

Okay, now they really feel bad.

Smoothie is now added to the menu and you get 1 free smoothie every day.

Have fun babysitting two sugar-high children.

Kalim insists on introducing the female version of him to the entire dorm.

Cue to Jamil spouting unholy noises and flees in horror.

It was fine at first but now you have to keep these two happy and entertained without Jamil’s help.

A whole new world nightcore version while having that magic carpet ride.

These two will spoil you to the bone. You stared at a necklace? Sold. A book? Sold. Please stop him or you’ll be the reason why his family’s business will go bankrupt.

Don’t fall for those puppy eyes, it’s a trap.

When the day ends, you are more than happy to join Jamil’s “tired of Kalim Al-Asim’s shenanigans” club.

Business, the sequel.

Except for this time, you’re involved as you’re going to be these two’s mannequin to slather make-up and to dress up.

You have now gained respect towards models, especially these two. Staying still is surprisingly pretty tiring.

So is posing and continuously changing from one outfit to another.

As happy as you are to see Vil interact with someone with his standards, it can be a little bit overwhelming.

Especially when there’s a little disagreement on what color or style would suit you more.

Feel free to gamble on getting Rook there. He might end up taking up both Vil’s time or obey whatever they order him to do.

Epel is so ready to die when he learned there’s two Vil’s now.

“Ah! Rule 63 me!” Both of them screamed.

If you weren’t aware of what rule 63 is, he will explain that it’s the rule where basically if it exists, there’s a gender-bent version of it.

You end up grabbing Ortho to help you out with their otaku lingo.

Ortho is just so happy to have an even bigger family.

Video games all day. You and Ortho will be begging for mercy whenever those two play co-op against you.

You’ll end up being the peacemaker when it's and Idia vs. Idia game. Especially if it's like Smash Bros and/or Mortal Kombat.

Either way, you and Ortho are just so happy that Idia is being friendly to someone… even though it technically himself.

Have fun cleaning up after them. Chips and consoles are everywhere.

Color him surprised. He wasn’t aware of this phenomenon being possible.

You’ll end up receiving a history lesson about transformations and his genuine curiosity about this situation.

He would try to ask Lilia for help on the matter but the said fae would just dote on the other Draconia.

They’ll talk about gargoyles and the differences of their worlds.

Especially the amount of invitation that she receives compared to him.

He will be sad but you have to remind him that most people would just assume that as a dorm leader, he should know when the meetings are and require no invitation to join in one.

Which will lead to a big lesson between the difference of fae and human culture.

In the end, you three will walk around the ramshackle grounds and enjoy the night like normal.

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[sellyoursoulforagoodfic]

Fated Epilogue

Epilogue

Ares x reader

Word Count: 2041

Summary: Time skip to Zag running around trying to fix everything; then he gets a weird message from Ares.

The affair known to most of the Underworld’s population as The Confusion of Zagreus started as most things in his life did, on a run through the place as he tested the defenses against an escaping entity for what felt like the thousandth time. He’d had Ares’ vial with him, so naturally he’d gotten a fair few of the war god’s boons. Nothing too unusual, right? That’s what he thought right up until Ares said the most curious thing.

“When next you see Thanatos, tell him that his sister wants him to visit more.”

Sister? Zagreus wondered. Than doesn’t speak to his . . . Wait, Nemesis . . . But why would Lord Ares have messages from her?

When he mentioned it to his lover, Thanatos just chuckled. “I suppose it has been a while since I last saw her,” was all he had to say on the matter.

And that set the trend that continued for a while. He’d get a message from Ares to Than, pass it on, and get some cryptic non-answer in return. It was absolutely maddening. Even when he asked others, all they had to say was that it wasn’t any of his business, which was fair, but that didn’t aid his curiosity.

Finally, all that started changing when he managed to squeeze a drop of information out of Than when he asked, “So why does Ares see your sister more than you?” while they were dining together one evening.

And without really thinking, Death Incarnate reflexively replied, “Because she lives with him in Thrace instead of here.” Of course, immediately after that, Thanatos realized what he’d just admitted and promptly clammed up, but it was something at least.

Then Demeter let slip something else in one of her messages after he’d accepted several of Ares’ boons yet again. “Ares is aiding you when you get injured, is he? I’d be surprised if Nemesis didn’t have a hand in that sort of attack.”

And that set him thinking. Revenge was her area of expertise, after all. And many of Ares’ such boons were noticeably more powerful in dealing direct damage instead of causing various other effects. Could Than’s sister have been indirectly aiding him through Ares all this time?

Then came another piece of knowledge, this one from his mother upon inquiring why Thanatos and Lord Ares seemed to be so close. 

“Well War and Death were always bound to meet frequently just from their natures, I suppose, but it could also have been because of that mess where he saved poor Thanatos from being chained in a box. I’d wager that was a big help to making their friendship grow.” Before he could ask just what that was about, she continued, “Though it could have also started back when Lord Ares almost passed away, too. I remember Thanatos being quite concerned for both him and Nemesis during all that.”

“What do you mean Lord Ares almost died? He’s an Olympian!”

“He is, but the day Hermes found him was a day that stoked fear in the heart of every Olympian,” Persephone said gravely. “They all worried about Ares’ fate despite how they regularly ridicule the man, because if he could die that meant any of them could.”

Zagreus suddenly found his mouth extremely dry and couldn’t form a response.

“Yes, that was definitely the start of their friendship now that I think on it. It was very kind of Thanatos to linger without threatening the poor dears. From what I heard, he was very calm during the whole affair even in the face of such shocking news.”

“Yes, I suppose learning even the great Olympians might die would be quite dramatic,” he murmured, shoulders sagging.

“No, that’s not--ah! You don’t know, do you?”

He perked back up. “Know what, Mother?” he prompted innocently.

She smiled kindly as she patted his forearm. “It’s not my place to tell you if they haven’t already; I’d forgotten how much they value their privacy when they can get it.”

Who is ‘they’? Zagreus wanted to scream while yanking his hair out. Thanatos and his sister? Her and Ares? Thanatos and Ares?? But he didn’t. Instead, he just smiled stiffly and nodded.

It wasn’t until he managed to broker a peace between the Chthonic gods and the Olympians that he finally got answers.

~

There was a party you were supposed to be preparing for, but you were having a hard time working up the gumption to move from your current position. Because of said celebration, you and your husband--how you’d never tire of calling him that--had arranged your schedules so that they aligned, which of course was the reason you found yourself lying in bed perpendicular to the man, using one arm as a pillow under your head on his chest while the other hand played with his hair.

His gleaming red eyes flicked over to the open, brightly illuminated window where sheer white curtains swayed softly in the breeze. “We really should be dressing; I have a feeling your brother-in-law wants to meet us sooner rather than later.”

“Yes, but it’s so rare that we get time like this to ourselves.”

His hand found the one you’d been carding through his hair and brought it to his lips to kiss. “You and I have an eternity full of moments like this ahead of us; we can spare an evening for the boy.”

You huffed dramatically. “Let it never be said that you’re not a man of your word.” A sigh left your lips, but still you pried yourself out of bed without further complaint. “Are we doing full regalia or casual?” When there was no answer, you glanced back to see that he was transfixed by the sight of your naked form heading towards the shared closet. “Ares!” you laughed, snapping his attention back to reality.

“Darling, I take it all back; you must come back to bed at once. There’s a rather pressing matter that needs your attention at once.”

Now, you rolled your eyes. “Well that pressing matter can wait until we return. Are we doing armor or not?”

From there, there were a lot of kisses, gropes, and laughter between that moment and being fully clothed--in light leather greaves and cloth chitons rather than the usual full armor, after all, Ares so hated to be unprotected or unarmed--but neither of you were really complaining.

“Boys!” Ares called down the hallway with you tucked under his arm.

Two heads of wild silver hair just like their father’s appeared from the same doorway. “Yes, Father?” they chorused.

“We’re leaving. I trust you can manage things until our return?”

“Of course, Father.” And then they were gone from sight, their snickering still echoing in their absence.

Ares chuckled as he shook his head. “Little terrors, the both of them.”

Though they weren’t yours, you’d grown to love both of the twins the moment you met them. With Aphrodite being so absent in their lives, you’d taken up the role of ‘mother figure’ quickly, and the two were practically your own by now. “Well, to be fair, one of them is Panic.” 

~

You were unsurprised at the Olympian turnout at the party; most arrived near the time when you did, but none stayed particularly long. As fond as they were of Zagreus in theory, their detest of the Underworld would always be greater. Only Ares and Demeter attended from the mountain and stayed past the pleasantries and feast. Otherwise, it was entirely the subjects of the House of Hades that were present. Fortunately, they seemed to be enjoying themselves nonetheless judging from the way Meg and Dusa had quickly roped you and Ares into conversation.

Zagreus hadn’t seemed to notice your arrival yet--too wrapped up in getting to know his mother and grandmother, you assumed--but you caught sight of Hades glaring at Ares every now and then. Every time you caught him, the harsh threat he’d delivered to Ares rang through your ears once more. 

“Set foot outside this house, boy, and you shall find yourself in a fate worse than death.” Neither of you were surprised by the warning. He was, after all, still angry about the whole ‘bursting into the Underworld without permission to save Thanatos’ fiasco.

Eventually, you and Ares found yourselves alone for a moment once Achilles and Patroclus excused themselves. You tugged the glass from his fingers to steal a sip of his ambrosia, something that’d been quite hard to find the last time you’d visited. You didn’t want a full glass, and Ares never complained about sharing.

He pressed a kiss to your temple, clearly worried about you partaking in a drink you’d never really managed to develop a taste for. “Are you alright?” he asked quietly. The drinking coupled with the knowledge of how much you hated being dragged to these things had likely set him on edge.

“I’m fine,” you assured him with a genuine smile. “These are my family, remember? Much nicer to be around than yours.”

“That’s quite true,” he murmured. No doubt, he was remembering when he and Aphrodite had been paraded around and humiliated as the entertainment at one of his family’s gatherings. His gaze flickered up as he noticed something before you did: Zagreus approaching at last. “And there’s the man of the hour!” he greeted warmly. It was hard to mistake the boy for any other given his attire was his family’s colors and the way he absolutely looked like a mix of his parents.

“Lord Ares!” Zag’s face was alight with happiness. “I’m glad you were able to make it; it’s an honor to meet you properly.” His eyes shifted to you. “You must be Than’s lovely sister I’ve heard very little about.”

You laughed lightly. You like this kid already. “I suppose that’s me, yes.”

“Frankly, I’m amazed I haven’t seen you around the House before now,” he probed curiously.

You decided to indulge him; it was a celebration in his honor after all. “I pop by to visit Mother and Hypnos from time to time, but I see Than enough that lingering isn’t worth it. I’ve gathered that you’re usually gone from the House as much as he is.”

“Yeah, that’s true,” he chuckled. “Makes sense you wouldn’t just lurk around when you put it like that.”

“Have to budget that precious time off somehow.””

“Plus, it’s sort of my fault that she resides in Thrace since I stole her all those years ago,” Ares teased.

“Stole her, sir?” Oh, how the poor boy looked so confused at those words. You were willing to bet his mind was just running back over Persephone’s situation and comparing it to yours.

Your brows furrowed. “Zag, has no one told you about Ares and I?”

“No!” his voice was laughing but had a manic edge to it. “Everyone keeps hinting at there being something going on with you two, but no one wants to clue me in! I’ve tried to respect your privacy by not asking directly, but it’s driving me crazy!”

“Oh, for Father’s sake.” Ares rolled his eyes. “I’m going to have a word with your brother about this,” he announced as he started pulling away from you.

“Wait! You’re not mad at Than are you?” Zagreus fretted. “Because I’d hate to cause strife between you because of my own curiosity, and--”

“Relax, Zag,” you soothed.

“Thanatos is the only being I would ever call my friend outside of her,” he gestured toward you. “I thought it went without saying that he didn’t have to keep secrets from you for my benefit, but apparently that isn’t the case. I’m simply going to tell him that. I’ll be right back, my darling.” With a kiss to your temple, he stalked over to where Than was loitering with his sleeping brother at the edge of the room.

When you looked back at Zagreus, he was staring at you absolutely slack-jawed, probably at Ares’ display of affection. “Blood and darkness, my Lady,” he managed to wheeze, “what is going on?”

You snorted a little, amused slightly by his turmoil. “Zagreus, Ares is my Fated. He’s my husband.”

His eyes went a little crossed as he realized it was just that simple. “Oh, is that all?!”

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers VANDEAD CARNIVAL ;; Sleeping Vampire ー Mukami Ruki

Source: Diabolik Lovers Vandead Carnival

Seiyuu: Takahiro Sakurai

Audio: Part 1 ll Part 2

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“...Hm...? What’s wrong? You woke up?”

You ask Ruki what he is doing.

“Aah, my bad. Did you wake up because you were curious what I was up to? I was going to read till a good stopping point, but the book only made me feel even more awake. More importantly...What’s wrong? It’s unusual for you to wake up at this hour. Did you have a strange dream, perhaps?”

You nod.

“I knew it. I’m just about to start a new chapter (1). Instead of reading my book, I’ll talk with you instead. Try telling me what the dream was about. It might not be bad to listen to your idle talk every now and then like this...”

You start explaining the dream.

*TIMESKIP*

“ーー I see. So that’s what it was about. A picnic with the five of us, huh? That’s definitely an odd dream. However, they say that dreams reflect one’s wishes. You were wishing for something like that?”

You panic a little.

“Heh...Look at you get all flustered. Seems like I was spot on. Well, why not? It might make for a fine change of pace.”

You seem surprised.

“...Why are you giving me that look?”

You note you did not expect that.

“...Unexpected? Just who do you think I am? A cruel-hearted man who wouldn’t even grant a single wish of his own livestock?” 

You quickly shake your head.

“Pfft. ...Don’t try and deny it now. Honestly, I do not mind how you look at me; Now that I think about it, it is true that I have yet to do something for the sake of making you happy. I’m a dull man. Humankind tries to enjoy their life because they know their time is limited. However, Vampires don’t have this limit, right? As we live on, we become blind to the value or fun in life...And at some point, we even forget what exactly it is like to enjoy something. That’s why I never thought about entertaining you. Even if you find me boring because of that, I simply cannot deny it.”

You point towards the book.

“A book? You’re talking about this one? What’s wrong with it?”

You explain.

“...Aah, I suppose reading could be seen as one way to enjoy oneself. However, this is simply a means to kill some time. When you walk the path of eternal life, there are times where the nights feel very long. Although I doubt that is something a human such as yourself is able to grasp.”

You frown.

“...Don’t make that face. I am simply stating the truth, there is no other meaning behind it. Nor do I intend to refute the dream you saw or your wish. You are free to desire whatever you want after all.”

You tell Ruki he doesn’t need to force himself to go.

“I never said I don’t want to go. ...Do you really want to go on a picnic with me?”

You nod.

“Heh...Well, if you want to go with me, I don’t mind tagging along. However...Taking the others along as well will have to be for another time. If we’re heading outside and I have to watch over all four of you, it’d take an immense amount of effort.”

*Rustle*

“If it’s just the two of us...I’ll accompany you.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Oi, don’t get up. ...Good grief. Hey, don’t flip over the blanket.”

You scoot closer to Ruki.

“Heh...What a strange woman you are, wishing to go on a picnic with a Vampire. I’m sure it’ll be boring? I’m a dull man after all.”

You tell him it will be fine.

“...I wonder. Well, I suppose it isn’t up to me to decide how you will feel about it. If I go with you...I might just be able to remember what it is like to have fun.”

You ask what he said.

“...Nothing. I was simply thinking which book would be nice to read outside.”

You pout.

“What? Got a problem with that? You’ve sure come to think highly of yourself if you believe you have the right to comment on my preferences?”

You quickly try and apologize. 

“Pfft...I was joking, idiot. I’m not upset. However...Learning about their Master’s tastes is part of your duty as my Livestock. Why don’t you give these a read sometime as well?”

*Flip*

“This book was written during the Neo-Latin period quite some time agーー”

You ask about the language.

“...This? It’s Latin.”

You are impressed.

“There is nothing impressive about it. Anyone can read this with enough practice. ...However, I suppose it may be a bit of a challenge for you. The other day, you didn’t score too well on the foreign language test, did you?”

You ask him how he knows.

“Of course I know. I am your Master after all. I know my Livestock in and out. Well, I suppose you’ll just have to study a little more. Try your best on the next exam, okay?”

You promise to give it your all.

“Heh...So, what will you do? If you wish so, I don’t mind reading it out loud for you.”

You hesitate.

“...No need to be modest?”

You shake your head.

“...I see. I thought it would make for a fine bedtime story though. I guess for women or children, a tale from the One Thousand and One Nights is more suitable.”

You nod.

“Well then, you should go back to sleep soon. You don’t need to force yourself to stay awake with me.”

*Rustle*

“Make sure to cover yourself properly with the blanket. Come on. ...Close your eyes.”

You close your eyes.

*Flip*

“...”

*Flip*

You open your eyes again.

*Rustle rustle*

“...What? You woke up again? Didn’t I tell you to sleep?”

You explain.

“You feel wide awake? Haah...You’re such a child at times. That being said, I suppose I am partially responsible as well. ...It cannot be helped. Try telling me what might help you lull to sleep. I’ll do whatever you want.”

You offer to chat for a bit.

“...Talk? You’d be able to sleep if we talk for a while? But you declined by offer earlier, did you not?”

You explain.

“...Pfft, I see. It has to be in a language you understand, huh? However, this is catching me a bit off guard. Right...Should I imitate you and try talking about my dreams?”

You seem curious.

“As of late...I’ve stopped having nightmares. As a result, I can sleep well.”

You ask him about his dreams.

“Hm? What kind of dreams I have? Let’s see...Now that I think about it, I don’t have them often.”

You pout.

“...Oi. Don’t make your disappointment so clear. It hurts me a little too. Unlike me...Seems like you see all sorts of dreams? Am I wrong?”

You confirm his statement.

“Right? That’s what I thought looking at you. ...Heh, there’s no deeper meaning behind it. ...What kind of dreams do you see? Just pick one you remember. Tell me about it.”

You start talking about your dreams.

“...Hm...Heeh. Hm...? What’s wrong? Why did you stop talking?”

You assume it is boring to him.

“It isn’t boring. Stop having those ridiculous worries. I don’t dislike listening to your stories. While I won’t deny that you aren’t the best story-teller, and since you are talking about your dreams, the story is somewhat inconsistent and all over the place. However, I never expected a perfect story from you in the first place, so rest assured.”

You ask about his expectations.

“...Who knows? I’m not quite sure what exactly I was expecting. It’s just, right...I suppose I might have simply wished to listen to your rambling. I will admit that I have lost my edge to be satisfied by such a clumsy story. So...Don’t worry and tell your story the way you want. I want to listen to you talk.”

*TIMESKIP*

Ruki has dozed off.

“...”

*Rustle*

“Nn...Aah...I had nodded off a little.”

You blame your own story being boring.

“That’s not it. However...How do I put this? I feel so very at ease when listening to your voice. Furthermore, the content of these wishes reflected in your dreams are like those of a child, it is rather adorable.”

You start blushing.

“...What’s wrong? Why are you pulling a weird face? Aah, because I called you cute? ...That’s a little upsetting. I am pretty sure I have always doted on you like this, haven’t I?”

You get upset because he was sleeping instead of listening to you talk.

“Heh...Rest assured. Even if I’m dozing off, I’m still listening to you. On top of the dream about the picnic, you had ones about a house made out of candy and als one where you went to an amusement park, right? Finally you talked about a dream where you rode on top of the clouds. When you put them next to each other like that, all of your dreams are about having fun, aren’t they?”

You are impressed he could list them all off.

“See? I remembered, didn’t I? What do you think hearing them listed off like that? Don’t you think it only makes sense I would perceive them as childish?”

You go quiet.

“...Haha. Seems like you can’t deny my statement.”

You protest.

“You’ve had more mature dreams as well? Hooh, now that is interesting. I would love to hear about those.”

You flinch.

“Why do you seem uneasy? You’re the one who brought it up. Now explain yourself.”

You move away.

*Creaaak*

“Oi. Think you can get away?”

Ruki quickly pulls you back to his side.

“Did you really think you could deceive me by saying you’ve suddenly gotten sleepy? If you want to lie that badly, at least come up with something a little better.”

You nod.

“...I’m glad you understand. If you were truly thinking of deceiving me, I suppose I will have to discipline you again. ーー Well then.”

*Rustle*

“An adult dream, was it? Try telling me about it. You’re stuck like this until you do.”

*Creaaaak*

“Exactly, pinned down underneath me like this. Your fate is in your own hands.”

You get flustered.

“...What are you turning red for? Could it be...Something you can’t tell me about it? Hm?”

You protest.

“Aah...I get it now. This ‘adult dream’ you spoke of is related to me. That’s why you can’t tell me. ...Aren’t I right? Heh. You really are an open book. However, in that case, I am even more curious now. Try telling me. From beginning till end, without trying to cover anything up.”

You start talking.

“...Hm...Hah...How ridiculous.”

*Creaaaaak*

“Since you flushed red in shame, I was already wondering what kind of dream I should expect but...Let me break it to you, that is without a doubt another one of your childish dreams. I embraced you gently and we kissed? What exactly is so ‘mature’ about that? On top of that, it was like a Prince’s kiss? Children are the only ones who should still believe in that nonsense. Utterly ridiculous.”

You frown and lower your head.

“...Haah. Don’t be so down. I was a little too harsh with my words as well. However...I only just told you that dreams reflect one’s desires, right? I felt as if you were trying to express your dissatisfaction with the kisses I usually give you...So I became a little upset. Even right now, I’ve been trying to be kind to you in my own way...But it seems like the message did not get through to you.”

*Creaaaak*

“I can’t just turn a blind eye to what you said. That wish of yours...I shall fulfill it right now.”

Ruki embraces you.

“I have to gently hold you in my arms first...Right? Thenーー”

*Rustle rustle*

“A Prince’s kiss, was it? ...Nn...”

*Smooch*

“...Are you satisfied now?”

Your eyes widen in shock.

“Heh...Why do you seem so surprised? I kissed you in your dream, did I not? In that case, I don’t see a problem with me doing it to you in real life as well. Dreams reflect our desires. In short, you wanted me to kiss you.”

You pout.

“Hehe...So? What did you think of my gentle kiss?”

You whisper your response.

“...Pardon? I can’t hear you.”

You repeat it.

“...It caught you off guard so you couldn’t tell? Haah...How boring. You really are a dull woman...”

You protest.

“Pfft...I know. I’m just kidding. You truly believe that’s how I feel about you? However, if that’s the problem, I shall start asking for your permission first from here on out. When I embrace or kiss you. Even when I touch you, I will only do it after asking. What do you think? 

You shake your head.

“Oh? You don’t like the sound of that? Good grief, you are such greedy Livestock. ...Hehe. However, I don’t want to do something you don’t enjoy either. If it makes you happy, I’ll treat you with kindness any time you want.”

You smile.

“...Are you starting to get sleepy yet? We’ve been chatting for quite some time after all.”

You shake your head.

“...You feel even more awake? Heh...Because of the kiss? You really are still a child if that’s enough to keep you awake at night. Well, if you close your eyes and lay still, I’m sure you’ll eventually grow sleepy.”

You ask if he’ll sleep as well.

“Me? I’m not tired yet. I’ll continue reading my book for a little longer. ...Come on. You should hurry up and sleep. It is the optimal way to give your body some rest.”

*Flip*

“...”

*Flip*

“...”

*Flip*

“...Did I not tell you to sleep? What do you gain from looking at my face? If there’s something you want to tell me, then spit it out.”

You tell him he looks very handsome reading like that.

“...I was not sure what to expect, but you sure say the funniest things, calling a man in his pajamas ‘handsome’. ...Think before you speak.”

You insist it was meant in a positive way.

“...Yes, exactly. Even if it is a compliment. ...It would distract me and I won’t be able to focus on my reading. You’re the type who always voices their thoughts and emotions out loud. It makes you hard to handle. Well...I will admit that it doesn’t feel bad to receive said compliment from you.”

You ask for permission to watch him.

“...You’d still do it even if I say no, right? It can’t be helped. Only for today, okay? However, don’t say any more unnecessary things, okay?”

You promise.

“...Exactly. I don’t need to hear your impressions. I won’t ever be able to get some rest if I don’t get to a good stopping point. Don’t prevent your Master from getting his sleep. Understood?”

*Flip*

“...”

*Flip*

“...”

*Flip*

“...Oi. You want to fall asleep in that position?”

*Rustle rustle*

“You have to lie down properly to sleep. Otherwise you’ll hurt your body. Come onーー”

*Creaaaak*

“You don’t need to sleep while looking at me, do you? Go for a sleeping position which is the most comfortable for you.”

You protest.

“You grow curious? Because I’m next to you? ...Okay. In that case, I’ll return to my own roーー”

You quickly stop him.

*Rustle*

Ruki: Oi, don’t suddenly pull onto me. ...You don’t want me to leave, huh? You’ve gotten quite skilled at tempting me. However, you can’t sleep when I’m here, right? I suppose it wouldn’t be a problem if I were to sleep as well, but I’m still going to be awake for quite some time. In that case, sleeping separately would be much more effective.”

You ask him to sleep as well.

“...What do you mean ‘motivation to sleep’? How exactly should I try my best to fall asleep?” 

You pout.

“...Fine. In that case, I’ll hit the hay too. That’ll solve the problem, right? I could no longer concentrate either because you kept on catching my attention. Let’s go to bed so we’ll be well-rested in the morning.”

*Rustle rustle*

“Good grief. You sure are a handful. Come on, stop looking at me forever. Close your eyes. In that case...I don’t mind embracing you, shrouding you in darkness that way?”

*Rustle*

“Yeah, I suppose I’ll do that. I’ll be able to sleep quicker that way too.”

You seem reluctant.

“Heh...You really are a child. You still don’t know just how nice it feels to have someone hold you in their arms. Seems like the contents of your dreams won’t be changing any time soon then.”

You pout.

“...Don’t sulk. If you get upset, you’ll only have even more trouble falling asleep. If I can’t embrace you...How about stroking your forehead like this? They say that children enjoy having their head patted. Doesn’t it put you at ease?”

You nod.

“...I see. As long as it helps you get some sleep.”

You smile.

“...My hand feels cold and refreshing? Little late to notice that, don’t you think? I’m a Vampire, remember? Exactly. A Vampire is going this far for you, so just get some rest already, okay? If you really can’t fall asleep, I don’t mind sucking your blood until you grow anemic. Then you’d be able to sleep soundly, no?”

You protest.

“Heh...If you don’t want that, perhaps I should return to my own room after all? ...You want me to stay here, don’t you? In that case, be a good girl and sleep.”

You sigh.

“You’re to blame for refusing to sleep. Come on, scoot closer.”

*Rustle*

“You said you’d be too nervous to sleep when I embrace you but...Try looking at it this way. You should simply think that right here...that being in my arms is the most cozy place in the whole wid world. You...held my hand while I was sleeping in the past, didn’t you? This is no different. Think of these arms as something which bring you peace. By doing so, I’m sure you’ll be able to relax. ...What do you think?”

You admit feeling relaxed.

“I see. Then fall asleep like that. You can watch my face to your heart’s content again in the morning, can’t you?”

You ask Ruki if he will stay by your side.

“...Yeah. I’ll still be here in the morning. So rest assured and close your eyes.”

You close your eyes.

“...Good girl.”

You doze off.

“...Seems like she fell asleep. She really is still a child who needs to be put to bed, huh? ...Making such a pleased expression, I wonder if she’s having a dream right now? I wonder what kind of dream it is?”

*Rustle*

“One where she has childish fun? Or perhaps part two of the picnic? Or maybeーー A dream about me? I’ll have you tell me tomorrow.”

*Creaaak*

“Heh...When asleep, she leaves herself even more vulnerable than usual. ...Dreams, huh? This might be one of her wishes as well but, what if...Nn...”

*Smooch*

“...She might just get me actually kissing her ass she sleeps like this mixed up with her dream. That would be very much like her.”

*Creaaak*

“I suppose she’ll wake up again if I keep talking for too long.”

Ruki closes his eyes.

“...Suppose I’ll get some shut-eye as well.”

He closes his book.

*Rustle*

“I don’t see fun dreams like you do, nor do they interest me. But when I look at your adorable, relaxed sleeping face...I feel like I’ll be able to see an enjoyable dream just like you do. ...Especially tonight. I hope that you too...Will have a fun, long dream. ...Nn...”

*Smooch*

“...Goodnight.”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) 区切り or ‘kugiri’ is used to refer to a breakpoint in general. Since he is reading a book, this seemed like a fine translation in English. 

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A Moonlit Winter’s Night

This one took me a bit longer to write between work and everything else, but hoo boy am I glad to have it finished. Mostly inspired by a beautiful full moon we had the other night, and spurred on by my gorgeous friends. I guess you could also count this as day 4 of @witcher-and-his-bard winter prompts!

Read on AO3 here! 

“Invite him, wolf, before we do.” Lambert is well into his cup, but if he has to spend another winter with Geralt dragging his ass he will end up killing his brother and he’d rather not. 

“Hmm.” Invite him? What would Jaskier, bright, warm, stunning Jaskier do in a keep alone with witchers for the four months they’re snowed in? Well, there’s only one way to find out, he supposes. 

This time, when Geralt heads down the mountain he’s the last to leave. While Vesemir has never said no to the guests they show up with, something in him hesitates to bring Jaskier here. He’s opulent, almost garishly so, and revels in the finer things when he manages to drag Geralt into a town bigger than the backwater villages they frequent. So he may or may not spend some extra time making up the guest room, Vesemir watching and putting Geralt to work until he finally leaves.

He heads for town after staying that extra week, hurrying a bit more than usual down the mountainside. He doesn’t want to miss their meeting, though he’s definitely going to be late, or else he isn’t sure he'll find the bard this year. He’s a days travel away from Oxenfurt when he’s stopped by a woman on the road, begging for someone to find her husband. She claims he was dragged off into the woods, and promises ample payment, and Geralt is unable to say no. Coin can be hard to come by, especially in the spring when so many monsters are still thawing out.

He brings her back to her village and gives strict instructions to watch his horse and watch her well. If he comes back to Roach missing, he says, there will be more problems than a missing husband to contend with. With Roach guaranteed safe Geralt treks into the forest, following the path that the wife relayed to him on the way back to the village. He finds the husband without much difficulty, shacked up in an abandoned hunting cabin with two other tittering, intoxicated women. The sight of Geralt stops their celebration, and one of the women screams, throwing her half full bottle at him. It crashes against the doorframe, shattering and spewing wine against his leg. He wrinkles his nose, looking at the three before him and doing his best not to flinch when they scream at the sight of him.

“Your wife is waiting.”

“M-me wife?” He nods, crossing his arms and tipping his head back toward town. The man goes with little convincing, stumbling past and shaking like a deer. 

“P-please, we didn’t- didn’t know he were married, honest.”

“Somehow I doubt that. I’m not here to meddle, just find him. You live in the same village?” One of them nods, the one who threw the wine bottle, and Geralt sighs. “Sober up a bit before heading back, or they’ll know you were together.”

“Right, course.” The witcher stands there for another awkward minute before grunting and leaving out the way he came. He takes his time going back, knowing there’ll be a story spun and not feeling particularly inclined to dispute it. Despite the obvious lack of monsters, Geralt can tell there was activity, once. He can smell an old nekker nest a quarter mile from the hut, but nothing has used it in ages. There were also animal tracks, but nothing more than a couple of wolves, if he were to guess by the lack of rabbits about.

He gets Roach and double the payment the wife had offered when he gets back, the husband thanking him profusely for saving him. His wife hangs off his side the whole time, teary eyed with relief. Geralt leaves out of the village astride Roach, intent on traveling through the night to get to Ja- Oxenfurt. The contract took up more time than he would have liked, and he wonders how long Jaskier will wait before giving up on him. Roach isn’t one to complain about the long night, and by the time they get into the city Geralt has slid from her back to lighten her burden. He finds the tavern on memory alone, and spends some time brushing and getting Roach settled in the stables before finally heading inside to hope they have a room. The sky hadn't begun to lighten yet, but dawn isn't far off, and Geralt desperately needs some sleep 

He reeks of booze, but the barkeep doesn’t care and says nothing when Geralt asks for whatever ale they’ve got that isn’t made with river water. He takes his usual spot in the back, tossing a look around the bar for a bright doublet or a flash of blue eyes, but either he isn't here or he's asleep. Geralt drinks himself into a light buzz and eats whatever stew is bubbling over the fire before going to get a room upstairs for the night. He tries to spend as much time as he can in the main room, but the room is quiet for once, devoid of it’s usual rabble.

He’s halfway down the hall when he smells the faint scent of sweat, lavender and a hint of chamomile, Geralt stopping and dragging in a deep breath. He follows his nose easily, backtracking to the room right next to the stairs. The scent in the hall is stale, but if Jaskier hasn’t been out since last night that would account for it. He wants to knock, to try the knob and show himself in, but that feels like too much a breach of privacy, and Geralt is too tired to think straight anyhow. He retreats to his room, shaking his head and berating himself. Jaskier is here, that much he knows, so all he has to do is go down sometime around dinner, where Jaskier will most likely be entertaining for his room and board. The plan is a good one, he thinks, and he props his swords up by the bed and lights the hearth with a twitch of his fingers. His armor comes off in pieces, left on the table in the corner of the room, his clothes following. He crawls into bed only after examining the sheets closely. Clean, thankfully.

Geralt is stretched out, languishing in a patch of sunlight a few hours later and wondering if he should try to sleep more when he hears footsteps pounding up the stairs. Geralt frowns, hand wrapping around the dagger under his pillow as the footsteps draw closer and closer. His grip tightens, pupils constricting to ease the shift of light as he watches the door. 

The knob turns in slow motion, and the scent of sun- warmth and lavender hits him like a ton of bricks. He doesn't have time to do more than sit up in bed before Jaskier is slipping into the room, ducking and looking around frantically. He knows Geralt's first instinct is to throw his knife it seems. His eyes skim over Geralt's armor and the fire burning low in the hearth before he finally spots Geralt, motionless on the bed, dagger peeking out from under his pillow. Geralt hears Jaskier's heart stutter in his chest, and the corner of his mouth quirks up.

"Geralt!" Jaskier closes the door fully, grinning and padding over as Geralt swings his legs over the edge of the bed. He's about to get up when Jaskier surges forward, throwing his arms around the witcher's neck and squeezing him tight. Geralt goes still, eyes wide, before allowing himself a moment to enjoy and take in the bard. The warmth that seeps through his doublet, and the stronger lavender scent that Geralt inhales when he buries his face in Jaskier's hair is like being home again. He wraps an arm around Jaskier, holding him against his chest and squeezing gently. They stay like that for a minute, then two, Geralt refusing to be the one that pulls away first this time. Finally Jaskier seems to have had enough, because he pulls back, eyes misty and a wry smile on his face.

"You're late."

"Surprised you're here." He replies, and honestly he is. He's more than a little late.

"Where else would I be?"

He shrugs, not sure what to say to that, and Jaskier smiles fondly. "They told me a big brute with white hair came through early this morning. I would have come in earlier, if I'd felt inclined to nurse a stab wound."

Geralt huffs a small breath at that- it's as close as he'll get to a laugh this early, or late he supposes, in the day. He's fully awake now, but his muscles are loose and the scent and sight of Jaskier close has him relaxing, leaning back on a hand. He watches Jaskier puttering around, exploring the new armor he'd had crafted on the way up the mountain and looking at the clasps closely. He glances over at the bed, blue eyes curious, and raises a brow. "Good winter?"

Geralt shrugs, pulling the dagger from under his pillow and rising to his feet. "Mhm. You?"

"It was fantastic, if I'm honest. I'll tell you more on the road." Geralt takes that as his cue to get dressed, and he gently nudges Jaskier out of the way to do so. 

                                                       -*-

Something had happened to Geralt. He wasn't sure what- he couldn't see any visible change, no knock to the head or magical influence, but something had changed. Jaskier hadn't been able to help himself when he found Geralt in the tavern, hair mussed from sleep and golden eyes vulnerable to whatever emotions played through his head. He hadn't expected Geralt to reciprocate the hug, allow it even, but he'd squeezed them close together and Jaskier's heart had soared at the contact. 

He wasn’t much different on the Path, though. They still bounced from town to town, taking whatever pickings there were. Geralt was stricter on the bounties though, asking for larger sums than he had before. Despite it, when they agreed and stiffed him later he didn’t raise a hand. Instead, he seemed pleased with himself, and took the coin that they did offer. He also stayed away from towns if he could absolutely help it. He isn’t sure if the long winter made Geralt more skittish or he just doesn’t want to, but Jaskier tries his best not to complain. 

They spend much of the year this way, pushing hard and taking any contract they can find. Jaskier will play for the bigger villages and stay back at camp mending when he has nothing else to offer. He becomes startlingly proficient with starting a fire no matter how wet the surroundings, and his game trapping could actually carry the both of them through the empty nights where they would have had nothing before. Through all of it, Jaskier finds himself happier than he was during the winter. They talk more, or at least Jaskier gets more replies instead of dead silence. A hum here, a nod and Geralt’s pretty cat eyes locking with his to let him know he’s paying attention. If Geralt sees the way he preens under the attention he doesn’t mention it, but he doesn’t stop either. Fall has come early this year and sunk claws into the land, and all around them is the smell of decaying leaves. It's Jaskier’s favorite and least favorite time of the year.

“We’re stopping in Novigrad.” Jaskier perks up at the first words Geralt has spoken today, smiling. 

“Finally decided you missed the comforts of a bed, hmm?”

Geralt hums, tugging on Roaches reins to keep her from straying toward a particularly green patch of grass. “It’s for you.”

“Me?” Geralt nods, looking vaguely uncomfortable. Jaskier thinks he spies a bit of pink to Geralt’s cheeks, but he just swings his lute up into his arms and begins to practice. He’s going to need money to spend in Novigrad, after all.

                                                         -*-

Jaskier navigates the streets of Novigrad like he was born here; with a drunklike stagger and a grin on his face. He winks and waves at any strumpet that walks by, and laughs when Geralt tells him to stop teasing them. They stop in the main square to check out the notice board, and Geralt sighs out a heavy breath at what he finds. 

“Something good?” Jaskier peers over the man's shoulders, up on tiptoes and wanting to see what could possibly make Geralt excited. Because he’s almost certain that’s what that noise means, and he happens to be an expert on his witcher by now. 

“Something dragging townspeople away.”

“Drowners?”

Geralt shakes his head, and leaves it at that. He goes to see the soldier who posted the report, and tells Jaskier to get comfortable at the inn. He’s expecting it to be a long hunt, based on the bodies alone, and he doesn’t expect he’ll be back for a couple of days. Jaskier doesn’t like it, but that night he plays in the Kingfisher, and makes enough coin to pay for their room three times over. As he does the next night, and the next night after that. 

Jaskier is nursing a hangover in bed on morning three alone when the door to the room swings open, slamming into the wall. He groans at the noise and influx of light, but the sight of Geralt stops him short. He looks… bad, for lack of a better word. 

The sight is enough to have Jaskier stumbling out of bed, closing the door behind the witcher and hurrying with sleepy fingers to get the clasps to his armor undone. Geralt’s eyes are hazy with fatigue, and he doesn’t say a word when his armor drops in pieces onto the ground. Blood stains every inch of his clothing, and Jaskier has no clue what’s his and what could be the monsters. Fear shoots through him, cold and slimy, and he shudders at the thought of Geralt out there alone. Jaskier calls for a bath and a meal, picking all of the armor up and depositing it with the rest of their stuff. His armor seems to be intact, and the only blood is on his gauntlets and greaves. Whatever soaked into his clothes must be dead. 

In the time it took for Jaskier to tidy up  Geralt has stripped down and tossed his clothes into the fire. He doesn’t seem to care about trying to salvage them, and Jaskier frowns at the waste. Bloody grooves slash over the scars littering Geralt’s back and chest, and he can see two neat puncture wounds scabbing over on the meat of Geralt's shoulder. 

“Shit Geralt, what the devil happened? What was the contract for?” Geralt doesn’t seem to hear him, staring glassily at the fire. Jaskier’s chest tightens, a lump forming in his throat. He’s never seen Geralt like this after a hunt. The tub and food are brought up quickly, and he drags it in himself, sending the attendant away. He doesn’t need anyone else seeing a naked, wounded witcher in his room. He’s not sure what Geralt would do to anyone else who saw him this way anyway. “In the tub.”

Again, he doesn’t respond, and Jaskier walks over, taking Geralt’s hand in his. The older man pulls in a breath as if starved of air, and his pupils are tiny slits as he stares at the point of contact. “C’mon love, lets get you cleaned up.”

This way, holding onto Geralt in some capacity, is the only way that Geralt seems to be able to focus. He hisses at the first contact of the hot water, but Jaskier uses a firm hand on his shoulder to keep Geralt from escaping. He uses the best washcloth they have to gently wipe him down, dabbing at the worst of the cuts and frowning at their jagged edges. The water goes murky and then pink as he works to get the witcher as clean as he can. Once he’s satisfied he leaves Geralt to soak for a moment, digging through their packs until he finds a small round bottle, a red band wrapped around the neck. Swallow. Relief washes through him, and he hurries back to Geralt, pulling the stopper and holding it to Geralt’s lips. 

“Drink.” Geralt presses his lips together, twitching away from the bottle, and Jaskier frowns. He takes hold of Geralt’s chin, holding him still, and moves the vial closer again. “Don’t be an ass, or I’ll let those cuts get infected.”

Geralt’s pupils are still miniscule, and if he didn’t know better he’d think that the man was high on something. They stare at each other, Jaskier’s grip tightening bit by bit until Geralt’s hand comes up, taking the vial and tipping it back into his mouth. Jaskier takes the now empty vial and tucks it back away, taking a deep breath to hide the shaking of his hands. Water splashes behind him, and he has to avert his eyes at the sight of Geralt standing up and getting out of the water. The potion must be working, because even though he’s sluggish, he’s moving and acting better than before. He dries off with stiff movements, and grunts before collapsing onto the bed. 

“Are you going to eat or sleep?” Geralt’s stomach growls loudly at the mention of food, and Jaskier gives a shaky smile. This, he knows better. He grabs the tray of food and moves back to the bed, humming a soft tune. “Move over.”

Geralt groans but wiggles his way over, allowing Jaskier to clamber up on his knees and tuck himself next to Geralt on the bed. Jaskier drags the nightstand a bit closer and sets down the tray as Geralt settles his head in Jaskier’s lap. He isn’t sure what to do with that, but Geralt holds his hands out for something to eat and Jaskier gives him what’s easiest. Fruits first, then the cheese and bread, and by the time he’s finished all that, even Jaskier can see that sleep is dragging at him. He’s expecting Geralt to move once he’s eaten his fill, but he merely stops asking for food and closes his eyes, his breathing settling down almost immediately. Already the cuts on his chest are sealing shut and fading, and something lightens in Jaskier's chest. He knows Geralt will be okay, he came back relatively whole, but the glassy, lost look sticks in the back of Jaskier’s mind. He’s stuck here for another few hours at least while Geralt sleeps, so he settles in for the long haul and closes his eyes. He trails fingers through Geralt’s hair, messing with the soft strands and gently tugging at any knots he finds. 

Jaskier’s headache is gone when he jolts awake later, snorting and blinking his eyes open. The fire in the hearth has burnt to embers, but Jaskier is pleasantly warm even without the covers over him. When he looks down at Geralt he finds golden eyes staring back, and he huffs. He’s being watched quietly, a contemplative look on Geralt’s face, and Jaskier raises an eyebrow. 

“What?”

“Come north with me.” That’s about the last thing that Jaskier had expected, and he chokes on a breath, leaning away to cough and thump at his chest.

“Pardon? I don’t think I heard you right, because the Geralt I know would never ask that. You are Geralt, aren’t you? Not a doppler in disguise?”

The man in his lap wrinkles his nose in such a distinctly Geralt way that though he doesn’t say it, Jaskier believes him already. “No. The potion would have killed me.”

“Ah, so has a grievous head wound occurred?”

“I’m serious.” Jaskier laughs, shaking his head in disbelief, but Geralt is still looking at him with that same contemplative look. “You don’t have to.”

“Of course I’m going. When do we leave?”

“Soon.” 

                                                         -*-

Soon ends up being by the weeks end, once Geralt is sure Jaskier has warm enough clothes. Jaskier had objected at first; he’s weathered many a winter with what he has, but Geralt insists. Jaskier isn’t sure how they’re going to be able to pay for all of the clothes Geralt tells the tailor they need, but Geralt pays down to the last crown without complaint and without letting Jaskier help. Jaskier has a sneaking suspicion that all Geralt’s higher bounties had been an excuse to get the original sum without complaint. Once they get all they need and load Roach up, there’s nothing stopping them from heading out of Novigrad and toward Kaedwen.

Jaskier has never been this far north, though he’d always dreamt of going to Zerrikania or seeing the valley of Dol Blathanna for himself. He entertains himself with thoughts of far off lands while they trek through the forest, and eventually, rising toward the mountain peaks in the distance. Geralt had warned him before they left that the path up the mountain was dangerous, and that if Jaskier didn’t listen to him he was unlikely to survive the journey up, let alone back down. It wasn’t hard at first, though- it was as if they were on their way to another town for a contract. He’d kept telling himself that even as the terrain got rougher and the air biting cold. 

They’re stopped for the night, huddled around a fire that Jaskier hasn’t left since Geralt made it when he speaks. He hasn’t talked much since they got well into the mountains, finding he needed his breath more than they needed conversation. 

“I feel as though I’m going to shake my way off the mountain. How do you stand this- this cold?”

“Told you.” 

“Yes, well, remind me never to doubt you again about anything weather related. When will it snow again, by the way?”

Geralt pauses then, looking up toward the sky and sniffing before replying in perfect deadpan. “Two hours.”

Jaskier smiles fondly, rolling his eyes and going to tuck himself away in his bedroll for the night. He doesn’t give Geralt the satisfaction of a reaction when snow begins to fall almost exactly two hours later.

                                                        -*-

When they finally crest the peak and Kaer Morhen comes into view, Jaskier thought he couldn’t get anymore out of breath. The sight of the keep nestled with its back against the mountain steals whatever air is left in his lungs, and he has to pause to take it all in. Parts of the outer wall are crumbling and he can see an entire side of the keep has collapsed in, but it cuts an imposing figure all the same. Almost more so for what Jaskier can see it’s survived. Like Geralt, the keep has seen more than most would ever know, and carries the battle scars to prove it.

“It’s… breathtaking.” He admits, looking back to find Geralt watching him, a small smile on his face. He doesn’t have any words to truly describe how he feels right now, but Geralt has never needed words, and he can see the understanding in the witcher’s eyes. He’s just as affected by the sight of his home, and he can’t imagine how homesick Geralt must feel climbing the path up to the mountain, or the relief at finally being here. “C’mon Geralt, let’s go see your home.”

Geralt nods, and they descend into the valley, Geralt letting Jaskier run a few paces ahead, breath puffing out ahead of him and ears red from the cold. He keeps a close eye out for any monsters that Vesemir hasn’t had a chance to come out and get, but the way to the entrance is blissfully clear. The gates are open when they finally make it, and two figures stand, arms crossed with twin swords on their backs. Jaskier slows his pace, suddenly nervous at the thought of meeting Geralt’s family. He’s never been to Geralt’s home or met his family, and suddenly he finds himself doing both. He smoothes a hand over his hair, hoping it isn’t too messy, and straightens his cloak a bit.

“I look okay, don’t I?” He looks toward Geralt for an answer, but a slightly higher voice calls out over the distance. 

“Hurry it up you slow bastard! I’m freezing my ass off over here.” He hears Geralt growl and mutter something under his breath, but Jaskier raises a hand and waves to the two witchers waiting for them.

“Who do we have here? A paramour of yours?” Jaskier doesn't react to the phrasing, instead glancing to see how Geralt will react. He tries not to let his heart hurt over the fact that Geralt would never think that way. 

“You know who he is.” Geralt grits out, glaring at the witcher before him. He’s a bit shorter than the others, hairline receded further back and nose hooked, broken at least twice. Despite that, he’s not bad to look at, and Jaskier mentally makes a note to try and meet an ugly witcher. Jaskier looks between the two obviously feuding witchers, noting the tension and seeking some way to break it. The other witcher though, stands there peacefully, as if he were used to this as an everyday occurrence. He’s handsome, though Jaskier is beginning to think all witchers are. Three wicked scars slash down the right side of his face, and that tickles at his memory. Jaskier stops for a moment, frowning, before a grin splits his face and he reaches out to take the man by the arms. He holds him still, looking him over, and laughs. Both Geralt and the unnamed witcher go still, watching the casual touch with barely concealed interest.

“Eskel! I should have known you were a wolf! I must have been drunker than I thought that night!” Eskel smiles, the scars bisecting his lips tugging with the movement, and draws Jaskier into a tight hug. It only lasts a moment, but Jaskier is rosy cheeked and bright eyed with excitement. Something twists inside Geralt at the sight, and he clenches his teeth together to keep from saying anything stupid. 

“Good to see you again, Jaskier. The academy treating you alright?”

“Well they weren’t too happy to lose a professor for the winter, I can tell you that. Oh! Geralt, why didn’t you tell me Eskel was your brother?” Jaskier turns those blue eyes on him, and Geralt just shrugs, unsure of what to say.

“You didn’t tell him?” Jaskier looks over at the other man, and raises a brow when Geralt snarls loudly. “Did he tell you about me at least?”

Jaskier looks the third man up and down once, glances toward Geralt, and then shakes his head. “Must not have been important.”

“Not been- Oh, I like this one Geralt. I’m hurt you haven’t brought him sooner.”

“Lambert.” Geralt’s voice is full of warning, but Lambert gives a tooth filled grin and motions for them to actually come into the keep. 

“Let’s stop standing around, your bard has a tour to get to and Vesemir has a thousand bullshit tasks for us to get done. I tell you, the old man had a list written down before I even stepped my ass into the courtyard.” 

Lambert takes off at a brisk pace, seeming more inclined to get out of the cold than chat anymore, and everyone else follows him. They pass through the training grounds first, leaving Roach at the stable, and Jaskier doesn't object when his arms are filled with a pack or two. He just shoulders the weight and trails along behind, eyes wide and flying to take in every detail he can. Geralt lingers behind a bit, occasionally pointing out a small detail Jaskier hadn't noticed yet, warmth blooming in his chest at the smile Jaskier gives in return.

"Is he always like that?" Jaskier leans over to whisper, eyeing the back of the grumpy witcher's head.

"Wait until Vesemir gets him going." Jaskier snickers, bumping their shoulders together lightly. His cheeks are red from the cold, and he's glad for the ability to hide his blush for once. 

Jaskier wants to stop and look at everything as they head for the keep, but Geralt takes him gently by the elbow to keep him going. He would fight the grip, but Geralt reassures him he'll have plenty of time to explore while they're snowed in. For now, Geralt is obviously itching to get settled and see his brothers. So Jaskier tells himself to be patient, and doesn't voice any objections to their pace. He's going to have plenty of time to overturn every stone. Lambert and Eskel break off when they finally step inside the keep, giving Geralt a look before making a beeline for where a round of Gwent seems to have been abandoned. 

"How did they know to stop and come out?" He doesn't realize he's voiced it aloud until Geralt answers, shrugging and heading for the far side of the room. 

"Witcher senses."

"They can't be that good." 

"They are!" Lambert calls after them, voice resounding through the room and bouncing off the walls. Jaskier scowls, throwing a dirty look toward the eavesdropping witcher before retreating into the next room. Geralt leads them up to where the guest bedroom is, pausing on the landing before the door. For the first time in years, Jaskier thinks that Geralt looks nervous. 

“Is this mine?” He asks softly, not wanting to spook him but eager to look around. Geralt blinks a couple of times, swallows, and then nods. The sight of Geralt nervous is rather endearing, and Jaskier falls for him a bit harder. “Well, show me in, dear witcher.”

Geralt twists the knob and pushes the door open, stepping inside and out of the way. Jaskier follows behind him, stopping in the doorway as he sweeps the room with a first cursory glance. It’s slow, but Jaskier’s bright eyes soften, and a smile curls at the corners of his lips. A large fireplace is tucked against the far wall, near it a bed that clearly hasn’t been touched in many, many years. The blankets seem a bit threadbare, but Jaskier bets they’re warm, and he could go for a good nap right now, if he’s honest. Old velvet, deep red and trimmed in gold hangs from the ceiling along the walls, making the room seem warmer than it actually is. The middle of the room is dominated by a fur carpet, and a wooden table is shoved into one corner, two stools tucked underneath.

“It isn’t much.” Geralt mumbles, growing more and more restless the longer Jaskier stands and stares. Jaskier takes a couple more steps in, dumping his things on the bed and turning to Geralt. There are tears in his eyes, sticking to his lashes and slipping down his cheeks in shimmering streaks. Geralt reaches up to brush them away without a thought, thumb sweeping gently across sun kissed skin. “Jask-”

“It’s perfect.” Jaskier leans into Geralt's touch, reaching up to cradle his hand as he places a gentle kiss onto the calloused palm. Geralt’s whole hand tingles pleasantly at the contact, and he takes a step closer as Jaskier closes his eyes, sniffling softly. “You did all this for me?”

“You deserve it. To be comfortable. I know we live a little- rough.” He isn’t sure what else to say, is choking on the warmth and yearning and love rising in his chest. Jaskier’s eyes are made even more brilliant by his tears when he opens them again, and Geralt loses himself in them. They’re inches apart now, and Geralt’s nose fills with the scent of cold, lavender and that edge of chamomile. Jaskier looks at him, searching for something, and Geralt is about to do something very stupid when Jaskier does it first. He leans up, closing the space between them and gently pressing a warm kiss to Geralt’s lips. His touch is featherlight, like Geralt could break at any moment, and in a way he does. A dam fractures in his chest at the contact, and Geralt uses the hand still cradling Jaskier’s cheek to guide him closer as feelings he’d hidden deep away rage through him. 

Their lips press together harder, less hesitant, and Jaskier’s hands come up to curl in the edges of Geralt’s cloak. He presses himself up against Geralt, drawing him closer as their breath mingles and Geralt’s fingers tangle in his hair. Jaskier hardly knows where he begins and Geralt ends, and it isn’t until they hear a sharp whistle and an “Atta boy!” from the bottom of the steps that they break apart. Jaskier is breathing hard, and he laughs when Geralt growls, glaring toward the stairs. Jaskier tugs lightly on the cloak in his hands, and Geralt’s attention is drawn back as easily as that, golden eyes soft in the low light coming from the hall. 

“You know, if I’d known this would happen when you brought me to visit, I would have insisted years ago.”

“Years?” Geralt hardly recognizes his own voice, rough and out of breath, and he leans to kiss the smile from Jaskier’s lips on instinct alone. Jaskier melts into the kiss, leaning heavily against Geralt. He slides his hands over Geralt's chest before pulling back and bumping his nose against Geralt's. 

“You’re very dense, when you want to be. I don’t normally nurse witchers back to health for fun, you know. Blood isn’t my strong suit, nor are monster guts. I’m not very inclined to write dozens of songs about them just because I like fame either, though the stories do make good coin.” Jaskier pauses, smiling when he feels a rumble vibrate under his hands. He goes on tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on the corner of Geralt’s mouth in apology. “The fame is nice, I’ll admit. It makes it easier to travel with you, to provide something, even if it’s only songs that drive you mad.”

“Hmm.” Jaskier kisses him again, chuckling softly against his lips and just enjoying being close.

“I couldn’t agree more. Now, I know you’re eager to visit with your brothers, so go see them.” Geralt begins to protest, brow scrunching, but Jaskier silences him with a firm, hot kiss, and Geralt finds he’s rather enjoying being silenced like this. “You get to see me all year. They don’t. I’ve got some unpacking to do, and a nap to take. Come up later, if you’d like?”

“Mhm.” Though he’s still reluctant, he does as Jaskier asks, retreating back down the stairs with silent steps. Jaskier closes the door behind him and gets a fire roaring in the hearth, grinning like a fool. His whole body tingles, and he traces his lips with trembling fingers. He’s sure he’s going to wake up any minute, no matter how the cold pinches at his toes to tell him he’s really here. In Kaer Morhen, with a witcher who’s spent the better part of this year earning enough coin just to bring him home to his family. 

Jaskier putters around unpacking as he told Geralt he was going to, and once the room has warmed sufficiently he sheds his outerwear. The velvet helps trap the heat in surprisingly well, and when he peeks behind them he finds windows. The fur is soft under his feet as he digs through their packs, trying to find something to wear to nap in. Near the bottom of the pack is a white shirt, something Jaskier has never seen Geralt wear, but it’s soft and warm and smells like him. He slips it on without a second thought, swimming in the fabric, and then tucks himself into the bed for a nap. 

He’s woken up by the door clicking shut a little while later. There’s only one person he thinks that would come in without knocking, but for now he keeps his eyes shut and snuggles a bit deeper under the covers. He waits until he hears the soft clink of metal to open his eyes, and watches lazily as Geralt methodically strips out of his armor. His back is to the bed, and Jaskier enjoys the view more than he was allowed to before. When Geralt tugs his shirt over his head and glances over his shoulder, Jaskier doesn’t bother pretending to be bashful. His gaze is hungry as it trails over pale skin before meeting Geralt’s eyes, the man quirking a brow. Jaskier merely winks in response, warmth blooming in his chest at the soft chuckle he earns. 

“How are your brothers?”

“Nosy.” Jaskier rolls onto his back as his witcher pads over, sitting on the side of the bed and leaning down to kiss him softly. Jaskier reaches a hand up to thread his fingers in Geralt’s hair, scratching lightly at his scalp and tasting the sigh that brushes against his lips. Geralt shifts, turning himself so he isn’t quite so contorted, and Jaskier moves with him, sitting up and letting the blankets pool in his lap. Geralt uses a hand to steady Jaskier, fingers splaying against his ribs before they bunch in the fabric of Jaskier’s shirt. Jaskier hears Geralt’s breath stutter and catch in his throat, and the kiss moves from soft and sweet to heavy and hot. Geralt laps at his lips, nipping gently until Jaskier opens up. He’s swept away by the way that Geralt is able to use his tongue, and heat pools low in his belly at the implications of it. 

Jaskier’s side cramps with the way they’re sitting after a few blissful minutes, and he pushes the blankets back, breaking the kiss for a second to clamber into Geralt’s lap. Geralt scoots himself back a little bit, plants his feet better and grabs at Jaskier’s shirt again, yanking him close. Geralt leans up, trying to kiss him, but Jaskier smiles, taking a fistful of Geralt’s hair and tugging. The soft whine that he gets in response goes right to his groin, and he mouths at the sensitive skin just under Geralt’s jaw. When he nips at the skin, teases at leaving a mark Geralt’s whines again, arching his neck and pressing up into the touch. Jaskier can’t deny Geralt when he asks so nicely, and he kisses his way to a nice spot before digging his teeth in. His grip tightens in Geralt’s hair when Geralt’s hips buck, keeping himself from being displaced. The witcher keens needily underneath him, and Jaskier hums against his skin. Jaskier bites a bit harder before releasing and sucking at the mark, leaning back to admire his work. Witcher’s skin is hard to mark, but he's pretty proud of himself at the mark that he’s made. He leans down to add a couple more, enjoying the sounds that he coaxes out with each sharp point of pressure. 

Bruises bloom in a pretty arc of teeth marks, darkest purple in the middle and fading toward a lighter pink at the edges along the side of Geralt’s neck. Geralt is panting, hands clenching and unclenching against Jaskier’s sides, and Jaskier brushes his thumb lightly over one of the marks. Geralt’s eyelids flutter at the feeling, and Jaskier shudders at the rush of power it brings him to see Geralt this way.

“What got you so worked up, love? Hmm?” Jaskier keeps constant contact with Geralt in some way, sitting in his lap and rolling his hips lazily as the man comes back to him slowly. He’s sure Geralt is back when he blinks rapidly, hands grabbing onto him and holding him still. Geralt rolls his neck, stretching to kiss Jaskier before answering.

“The shirt.” 

“Oh?” Jaskier purrs, rolling his hips down until Geralt tightens his grip again and presses him down firmly. Once Jaskier stops trying to move Geralt’s hands wander, skimming over Jaskier’s thighs and back up, hands sliding under Jaskier's shirt. Geralt's fingers tickle at the soft skin over Jaskier’s ribs before he brushes over one of Jaskier's nipples with the pad of his thumb. The younger man hums at the attention, draping his arms over Geralt’s shoulders and kissing the shell of his ear. “What about the shirt, Geralt?”

“S’mine.” Jaskier hums in encouragement, and Geralt shivers under him. “Makes you smell like me.”

“And you like that, don’t you? That all the others here know I’m yours?” The answering growl and roll of Geralt’s hips is all Jaskier needs, and he kisses just under Geralt’s ear, sucking at the sensitive skin until a faint mark blooms. “Geralt?”

“Mmm?” Geralt noses at Jaskier’s hair, breathing in softly as his hands wander once more, smoothing down Jaskier’s thighs. He isn’t wearing pants, and his smallclothes don’t hide anything and Geralt aches to touch. 

“Can I- can I touch?” Geralt grinds his hips up, shuddering when Jaskier gasps so close to his ear, and Geralt does it again just to hear Jaskier make that same sweet sound.

“Only if I can.” Jaskier surges forward to kiss him then, whispering ‘deal’ against his lips as he fumbles to open the fly of Geralt’s pants. Geralt falls back against the bed, taking Jaskier with him and never letting him stray too far. 

                                                       -*-

When Jaskier wakes up that next morning, he’s sore in ways he hasn’t been in months, and sated in a happy, boneless kind of way. Geralt is already up, no surprise there, and Jaskier groans, sitting up to get dressed. Geralt slips the shirt from last night on over his head, tugging his hair out of the collar and tucking the ends into his pants. It’s a bit rumpled, but Jaskier helps fix it as best he can while dressing himself for the day. He knows not to doubt how cold it is anymore, and dresses warmer than he would normally. Geralt waits patiently by the door, tying his hair back and holding a hand out to Jaskier once he’s got his boots on.

“Why are we up this early again?”

“Chores.” 

“Right, right.” Jaskier takes Geralt’s hand and lets himself be guided, yawning and rubbing at his eyes down the stairs. He trusts Geralt enough not to let him fall, and together the two of them pad into the main hall. No one else seems to be around other than Eskel, toiling away in the kitchen, and though he eyes the bruises blooming along Geralt’s throat, he doesn’t comment. 

“Vesemir’s waiting for you outside. Jaskier, you’re with me.” 

“See you at breakfast.” Geralt presses a kiss into Jaskier’s hair before heading outside, leaving the bard and the other witcher alone. Jaskier wanders over, wringing his hands, and Eskel nods toward the space next to him.

“Roll up your sleeves, we’ve got bread to make.”

“Bread?” Jaskier does as he’s told though, and spends the better part of an hour learning the basics of doughworking from Eskel. Once they’ve got the bread in what Jaskier assumes is a huge version of a stereotypical stone oven Eskel has him wipe up and begin to cut up the vegetables they'll need for the day. Jaskier falls into the rhythm of work easily, moving past Eskel without crashing into him and tossing vegetables into a pot set to simmer over the fire until lunchtime. He even takes the time to tidy the kitchen up a bit until Lambert and Geralt come inside, shoving each other and laughing on their way to get food. Jaskier watches them fondly, snapping a spoon across Lambert’s knuckles when he tries to nose around the stew and shooing him away. Eskel gives him a proud smile and winks, heading off with his brothers to sit down and eat. 

Jaskier leans against the counter watching them for a moment, and jumps when he hears footsteps come up next to him. The witcher next to him has to be Vesemir, based on the grey hair and fact that the only other witchers here are all at the table in front of him. 

“So, you’re the bard he kept talking about, hmm?”

“And you’re Vesemir, his father?” Vesemir nods, arms crossed across his chest.

“Tomorrow morning, get up a bit earlier. The chickens need tending if we’re going to have enough meat and eggs for the winter.”

“Yes sir.” Jaskier is sincere, looking toward the witcher to find Vesemir looking back. He doesn’t feel trapped like he usually would; instead he finds it’s more like Vesemir is reading him, and hasn’t found anything particularly horrible yet. 

“Hey bard! Eat before everything gets cold.”

“Coming!” Jaskier turns to Vesemir to ask if he’s going to eat as well, but the older witcher has disappeared, and Jaskier blinks in confusion before grabbing himself a plate and going to join the others at the table. He settles himself on the bench next to Geralt and digs into his food, enjoying the fluffiness of the eggs and the lovely crust on the bread from yesterday. Jaskier is halfway through his plate when a sly look comes over Lambert’s face.

“So,” he begins, and Jaskier looks up. Lambert uses his fork to gesture toward Geralt, raising a brow. “Was that you?”

“Lambert.” Geralt starts, but Jaskier holds up a hand and Geralt goes blissfully quiet. 

“I would take care, Lambert.” 

“What, is it crime to wonder who made my brother's neck look like an ekimmara's amateur work?” 

“Unless I deign to tell you, I’d prefer if you keep your thoughts to yourself.” Jaskier’s eyes narrow minutely, and Eskel looks between the two of them. They’re two untested forces, and no one is sure who’s going to break first.

“What, can’t handle a few hard questions? If so, I’m surprised you made it up the mountain.” Jaskier stands up, pushing the table up against Lambert, and in spectacular form, punches him directly in the nose. Lambert goes crashing off of the chair and takes the table with him, swearing. Geralt stares, wide eyed at Jaskier with his fork still poised for a bite. Eskel had picked his plate up well before, and he's clutching it in mute shock as Lambert rages on the floor. He sits up, gripping his nose and shoving the table off of himself with the other hand. Eskel looks between his brother, then the bard, then back to his brother, and begins to laugh. Louder and louder until he’s doubled over trying desperately to pull in breaths between laughing at Lambert and telling him he finally got what he deserved. 

Jaskier shakes his hand out as Eskel laughs, blood staining his skin red. He stoops down and plucks a napkin from the table, using it to dab at his knuckles with mechanical indifference. There’s a messy crunch as Lambert rights his nose, and Eskel finally stops laughing long enough to help him off the floor. Geralt has abandoned his fork by now and comes to gently take the napkin from him, inspecting the skin carefully. Most of the blood seems to be Lambert's, but Jaskier has split two of his knuckles, and the skin around them is already bruising. 

Geralt wipes away the blood best he can and glances up at Jaskier when he flinches. "Okay?"

"Fine." Jaskier's voice is light, almost forcefully so, but he smiles wistfully when Geralt gently kisses the first knuckle, then the second. "You know that isn't sanitary."

"No, ancient magic. Mothers have used it for centuries." This makes Jaskier smile, genuine this time, and he grips Geralt's fingers weakly. Jaskier turns to Lambert, watching as he presses a napkin to his nose to staunch the rest of the bleeding. Geralt is ready to get between them if Lambert decides to be spiteful, but instead he sees something like respect in Lambert's eyes.

"You're alright, bard. You're alright. Never had a human knock me flat."

"Pray you don't see me angrier." Jaskier replies with deadly seriousness. This time it's apprehension that shines in Lambert's eyes, and he gives a curt nod.

While Geralt goes to get something for Jaskier's knuckles the bard helps right the table, picking up cups and plates off the floor. It's a good thing they don't seem fond of fine cutlery, or Jaskier would be picking shards of ceramic off the floor. Instead all he has to do is use another napkin to gather the eggs and bread off the floor and dispose of it. Lambert helps once his nose has stopped bleeding, and waves Jaskier off when Geralt comes back to finish tending to him. 

Jaskier follows Geralt a few steps away from the table, hopping to sit on the tabletop. Geralt nudges at his knee and steps easily between Jaskier's legs, taking hold of his hand again to look at it.

"In the hall, Geralt? You could at least wait until they'd left." The joke is weak but Geralt takes pity on him and chuckles, shaking his head. 

"I'm sure they know to respect your privacy now." Jaskier hmms at that, hissing when Geralt presses a thumb into the bones of his hand. They shift uncomfortably, but nothing moves out of place and Geralt seems pleased with that. Once he's certain Jaskier hasn't broken anything he smears a sharp, pungent salve over Jaskier's knuckles and uses a bit of cloth to bandage his hand. "Good as new. No lute today." 

Jaskier gasps, affronted, and presses his injured hand to his chest. "Whatever shall I do without it? How else am I to write my newest ballad? 'The man who punched the Prick'?"

Geralt wrinkles his nose, and Jaskier nods sagely. "You're right, the name could use some work. Back to the drawing board I suppose." 

"Whatever you do, it'll have to be left handed." Jaskier winks, raising a brow, and Geralt snorts. He doesn't say it, but he gives Jaskier a look that says later. 

                                                          -*-

Jaskier fits himself into their routine without much of a fuss after that; he gets up to tend the livestock with Vesemir long before anyone else, and joins Eskel in the kitchen preparing the day's meals after he's done. After breakfast the boys head for the training grounds while Jaskier makes for the library where he pours over tomes no one has seen in decades and gathers information for his songs. Vesemir joins him when they're finished with training, and Jaskier spends an hour picking his brain before lunch. Despite his gruff exterior, Vesemir seems glad to have someone to talk to who doesn't try to piss him off. Lunch is a short affair, just a quick meal before everyone branches off to finish up final chores and take some time for themselves. Jaskier spends his time after lunch in the woods surrounding the keep, setting out traps for the smaller game and keeping Geralt close for anything bigger. Dinner is the longest affair of the night, where the ale is broken out and Lambert insists on at least three songs. The first time Jaskier had tried to sing Toss A Coin he'd been met by three golden glares, and hasn't touched the song since. That was fine though, because Jaskier had plenty to sing about and more that no one had ever heard yet.

It’s nearing the end of their first month that the keep seems to get busier than ever. The snow has fallen thick and there’s no more going out into the forest, so Jaskier spends most of his days stuck inside. The witchers still train despite the biting cold, and Jaskier insists on helping them clear the training grounds of snow when he has time. None of them will let him stay outside for more than an hour, not when he shakes the way he does even with three or four layers on. The other witchers seem to grow more distant too, as if the end of the month meant something that Jaskier wasn’t privy to.

They’re in bed after retiring early from dinner, Jaskier in one of Geralt’s shirts when Geralt tugs him a bit closer and tucks his nose into Jaskier’s hair. Jaskier hums softly, never glancing up from his book but reaching to take Geralt’s hand in his. 

“Hmm?” Neither of them need many words anymore, and Jaskier doesn’t want to break the cozy atmosphere they have by talking. Geralt presses a kiss against his temple, and Jaskier smiles. Geralt doesn’t seem to want to say anything either, he just seems to want to hold Jaskier a bit closer and smell his hair. They sit that way for a little while until Geralt sighs, tugging on his shirt and whining softly. Jaskier turns, kissing Geralt gently before going back to his book, but that doesn’t seem to sate him this time. He whines again, and Jaskier finally closes his book and tucks in on the floor under the bed. “Bed time?”

Geralt nods, and Jaskier slides down further under the covers, bundling Geralt into his arms and closing his eyes. Geralt tucks his head under Jaskier’s chin, nose pressed against his collar bone, and throws an arm over Jaskier’s stomach. The fire in the hearth is still roaring merrily, but the light isn’t enough to bother either of them and Jaskier drifts off to sleep warm and cozy. 

A breeze rustles Jaskier’s hair later that night and he shivers, huddling under his covers to try and block out the cold. He’s almost drifted off to sleep again when he realizes there shouldn’t be a breeze at all, and he sits up in bed. Moonlight floods his room, washing out the color of the velvet and casting everything in stark contrast. The bed next to him is empty, the sheets cold, and Jaskier frowns. Where in the devil could Geralt have gone? 

The floor is icy when he slips out of bed, and he tosses a few more logs on the dying embers of their fire and hurries to yank on pants. He shoves his feet into his boots without socks and grabs whichever cloak is closest, which happens to be his. He heads out of his room with the singular task of finding where Geralt has gone, wrapping his cloak tight around him and shuffling down the steps. Geralt’s room a floor below his is empty, even more barren than he would have expected, so Jaskier carries on. He’s never been up this late in the night, and the keep is eerily silent without any arguing witchers or the crackle of a fire. He pops his head into the kitchen, thinking Geralt, with his bottomless stomach might have wanted a snack, but again he finds the room empty. 

He’s about to head up to the library when he hears wood splintering and cracking outside, and Jaskier is heading for the huge doors of the keep without a second thought. He wouldn’t be cutting wood would he? The barn out back is full up, and besides, why would he do it so late? Jaskier follows where he thinks the sound came from and trudges through a couple of inches of snow to the courtyard. He hears the sound again, and this time he can tell it’s coming from the training yard. He doesn’t bother being quiet, breaths puffing out in front of him as he pulls in sharp, jagged breaths. He didn’t dress to be outside long, if at all, and he hurries to the training grounds so he can get Geralt to come back to bed.

A snarl ripples through the air as Jaskier gets closer, and he stops at the low wall of the walkway to peer over the edge. He looks just in time to see Geralt toss both Eskel and Lambert off of him, the two witchers flying through the air and landing nimbly in the snow.  They charge back at him, and Geralt sweeps Lambert’s feet from under him, slamming the palm of his hand against Eskel’s chest. Eskel goes down wheezing, and Jaskier is running before he can think about what the hell is going on. He slips and slides down the path and rounds the corner into the training yard, staring in open mouthed horror as Lambert sends Geralt crashing into the scaffolding on the far side of the yard. Wood groans and cracks under Geralt’s weight, and judging by the damage it isn’t the first time he’s been tossed that way either. 

“Melitele's tits, stop.” His voice is shrill in the cold air and he’s beginning to lose feeling in his toes as he stands ankle deep in the snow. “What the hell are you guys doing out here?”

Three pairs of cat eyes lock on him at once and he gets three different kinds of growls. Lambert starts toward him, snarling when Eskel grabs his shoulder and digs his fingers in. Eskel hasn’t looked away from him, but his voice is rough and full of barely concealed rage. “Go inside.”

“What are you guys doing out here? Beating each other in the middle of the night? For what?”

“Jaskier, you don’t have much time. Go. Inside.” Eskel’s voice is strange, strangled and blurry. The witcher glances behind him, toward the sky, and Jaskier glances back too. The moon is huge and yellow and so, so impossibly close this high in the mountains. The sight would be mesmerizing if it weren’t for the snarl and feeling of something warm and very, very riled up emanating behind him. He swallows, heart fluttering in his chest, and turns around slowly to find Geralt inches from him. Jaskier relaxes a bit, smiling, and jumps when Geralt’s hand comes up and grabs his arm tightly. 

His fingertips dig in mercilessly and he gasps in pain, turning and placing a hand against Geralt’s chest. “Geralt, let me go.”

“You’re supposed to be asleep.” He grits out, grip loosening only marginally. “Inside.”

“Not without you.” Geralt snarls, shaking his head, and finally releases his grip. 

“You don’t want me with you. Not tonight.”

“I do. Geralt, tell me what’s going on. Please.” His voice is pitifully soft in his own ears, and Geralt lets out a sharp breath before jerking his head toward the keep. 

“Geralt.” Eskel’s voice is sharp, afraid, and Jaskier isn’t sure why. Lambert is shaking under Eskel’s grip, and Jaskier takes Geralt’s hand, leading him out of the snow and back toward the keep. Well, it looks like he’s leading, but he has a feeling Geralt is really herding him back inside instead. Jaskier grips Geralt’s hand tight, afraid that if he lets go Geralt is going to bolt back outside and he won’t get his answers. He shivers as he makes his way back upstairs, slipping into his room and shutting the door as quickly as he can to keep in the heat from the fire. Geralt stands resolutely by the door, back rigid and fists clenched. Jaskier tosses another log on to keep the fire going strong and unclasps his cloak, tossing it on the table. 

“Geralt, what’s going on? I woke up alone and- and I’m not sure what I did or what’s happening to you but-” His voice wobbles, betraying him, and he turns around to see Geralt trembling. Jaskier pads closer, taking one of Geralt’s hands and kissing his knuckles one by one. He can feel the fine tremor that goes up Geralt’s arm at the contact. “Talk to me, please. Don’t lock me out.”

“It’s a witcher thing. We- monsters are strongest during a full moon- but- so are we. Energy has to go- somewhere.” 

“So this happens every month? Is that why you always took longer contracts around the full moon?”

“Yes. Don’t wanna- hurt you.” Jaskier huffs, stepping a bit closer. Geralt takes a step back, Jaskier following, and he growls when his back hits the wall. “Jaskier, don’t-”

“You won’t hurt me. Not in any way that can’t be fixed, or any way that I would mind.” Jaskier rises up on his toes, brushing his lips against Geralt’s gingerly. He presses himself bodily against the older man, and Geralt’s hands come up to grab at his sides. Geralt whines, shaking, and Jaskier’s grin is serpentine. “You said the energy has to go somewhere, right? Well, I happen to know a couple of ways to get rid of energy without having to be in the cold.”

Geralt groans then, breathing out sharply and drawing Jaskier tighter against him. Jaskier captures his lips in a firm kiss, slipping a hand up into Geralt’s hair to tangle his fingers in the silver strands. Geralt leans forward, away from the wall, and Jaskier bends with him. “Jask, if I-”

“You won’t.” He whispers, and Geralt can feel his smile as Jaskier kisses him briefly. “And if you do, you’ll be back out in the cold for the night. Deal?”

Geralt nods, heat roiling under his skin and hands grabbing roughly at Jaskier. They’re about as close as they can be, but Geralt presses him closer anyway and catches his lips in a filthy, heated kiss. Jaskier moans into the kiss and laps into Geralt’s mouth, tasting his breath and jolting at what he finds. He isn’t sure whether it’s the moon or Geralt, but his fangs are long and sharp, and the way Eskel’s voice sounded garbled makes more sense now. It doesn’t deter Jaskier in the slightest, and heat licks down his spine at the thought of those teeth leaving pretty marks. Jaskier breaks away to kiss down the length of Geralt’s jaw, nipping gently.

Geralt moans suddenly, fingers digging into Jaskier’s sides as Jaskier kisses his neck, palming him through his pants and using his other hand to pin Geralt’s hips back. His head tips back against the wall, baring his neck, and Jaskier spends some time leaving small marks. Deft fingers tug at the ties of Geralt’s pants, and the older man jolts when Jaskier takes him in hand, tugging him out of his pants. He almost complains that his fingers are cold, but the temperature difference between them does something funny to his stomach, and he isn’t sure he wants Jaskier to stop touching him. 

Jaskier huffs hotly against his neck, stroking him slowly and pressing his thumb against the head. He listens to every whine and twitch of Geralt’s hips, adjusting his grip and speed until Geralt is writhing back against the wall, chest rising and falling with labored breaths. One of Geralt’s hands lets go of Jaskier and he cups the bard's cheek, tipping his head up and kissing him desperately. The kiss is messy, but neither of them care, Geralt groaning into Jaskier’s mouth when Jaskier pulls back too soon. Jaskier’s eyes are dark, the pupil swallowing most of his iris, and he turns his head, nipping at Geralt’s thumb and smirking when Geralt twitches in his hand. “Be good.”

Geralt isn’t sure what in the hell he’s doing to be bad, but then Jaskier is sinking to his knees in front of him and all his breath leaves him at once. Jaskier glances up, gauging his reaction, and leans forward to place a wet, openmouthed kiss on the side of Geralt’s cock. He doesn’t stop there, humming and licking a long strip up the underside before taking the head into his mouth. Geralt’s hips twitch forward and Jaskier raises an eyebrow, lapping at the slit in what Geralt supposes is reprimand. He only whimpers in response, mind going blank when Jaskier hums, taking him further into his mouth. He bobs his head achingly slow, enjoying the weight of Geralt’s cock in his mouth and his taste on his tongue. Jaskier can feel his jaw complaining already, but he welcomes the soreness. They’d done a lot in the month that they’d been here, but Jaskier seems particularly fond of being on his knees whenever he can. 

Geralt buries his fingers in Jaskier’s hair as he pushes deep but stops short of all the way, eyelids fluttering at the feeling. Jaskier’s mouth is so incredibly wet and warm around him, and he’s unable to help himself this time when his hips twitch forward. Much to his surprise Jaskier moans, hands coming up to grab the sides of his thighs and urge him forward. Geralt is gentle at first, pressing forward until his cock hits the back of Jaskier’s throat and then pulling back. Jaskier doesn’t let him get far, chasing him and swirling his tongue around the head. Geralt growls, fingers tightening in Jaskier’s hair in warning, but Jaskier is persistent, only stopping when Geralt snaps his hips forward roughly. The vibrations from Jaskier’s moans rock through him, and Geralt tips his head back, setting a rougher pace than he’d thought about before. 

Jaskier doesn’t seem bothered by it at all, swallowing around him and tilting his head to make the angle easier. Geralt glances down, and the sight of Jaskier’s lips stretched around his cock, drool on his chin as Geralt fucks into his mouth makes his cock twitch hard. Pleasure washes over him in steady waves, pooling in his belly and making his muscles clench as he lets out a shaking breath. His hips stutter, Geralt moaning and tugging on Jaskier’s hair. He mumbles Jaskier’s name in warning, closer than he’d like to admit, and Jaskier moans, fingers pressing into Geralt’s thighs and urging him forward again. Geralt grips Jaskier’s hair tight, and he’s sure Jaskier will tell him to stop, to let go, but Jaskier bobs his head and sucks harder, all too eager to please. He doesn’t bother trying to warn Jaskier again, grinding into his mouth and shuddering as his release hits him, heat searing from his head to his toes. Jaskier takes him as deep as he can, nose pressed to his skin and throat tightening around him as Geralt comes, hips stuttering. His vision whites out as Jaskier pulls back, sucking and lapping at the head until Geralt is overstimulated and has to use his hold in Jaskier’s hair to keep him still. 

He can feel his thighs trembling underneath Jaskier’s hands, and he tries to regulate his breathing as best he can as Jaskier pants, leaning into Geralt’s hand and whining softly. Arousal, sweet and heady, overwhelms any other scent in the room, and Geralt guides Jaskier to his feet. He uses his thumb to wipe Jaskier’s chin before leaning in, kissing him thoroughly and tasting himself on Jaskier’s tongue. Jaskier whines into his mouth, shifting, and Geralt stoops a bit, scooping the bard up easily. Jaskier wraps his legs around Geralt’s hips, muscled thighs flexing as his kisses harder, nips at Geralt’s lower lip and only pulls away to yank Geralt’s shirt up and over his head. Jaskier’s cock is hard against his stomach, and he grinds up, craving friction as Geralt carries him to bed. Geralt walks without really looking, and he grunts when his shins hit the bedframe and he tips forward. Jaskier gasps as they sway, and Geralt catches them before he squishes Jaskier on accident. Jaskier’s nails dig into his shoulders as his heart thunders, and Geralt snarls, pressing him back into the bed and grinding down. 

“Fuck- Geralt-” Jaskier arches up against him, digging his nails in harder and gasping when Geralt bites at his neck. Geralt’s chest rumbles against his, and Jaskier realizes with a jolt that he’s purring. Jaskier drags his nails down across Geralt’s chest, leaving angry red marks, and Geralt trembles. Jaskier uses his heels to push at Geralt’s pants, sick of clothing being between them, and Geralt moves to help. Geralt is now blissfully naked, but Jaskier is still fully clothed and he fumbles with the fly of his own pants. His hands are batted away so Geralt can make quick work of the ties, and Jaskier groans when some of the pressure on his cock is lessened. He’s hard, painfully so, and he feels like he could come just from Geralt looking at him with those cat eyes of his. When Jaskier moves to take his shirt off Geralt stops him, eyes dark at the sight of Jaskier bare but wearing Geralt's too big shirt.

“The- more I hurt, the rougher I get-” He’s trying to explain best he can when his mind isn’t quite so jumbled, and Jaskier’s scent spikes with what Geralt can only describe as love. 

“I won’t break.” Jaskier promises, cupping the back of Geralt’s neck and dragging him down into a kiss. And he won’t- he knows his own limits better than anyone could imagine, and he also knows what he wants. What he wants just so happens to line up with what Geralt needs in the moment. Jaskier slides his fingers up into Geralt’s hair and grabs a tight fistful, pulling and reveling in the snarl and snap of Geralt’s hips, arousal sweeping over him in waves. Geralt sits up, Jaskier losing his grip, and Jaskier tries to go with him, but Geralt pushes him back and leans to grab something from the nightstand. Jaskier knows instantly what it is and his cock throbs. “Wanna fuck me?”

Geralt growls low, nostrils flaring, and Jaskier is the one to crowd into his space this time, thighs bracketing around Geralt’s hips as their cocks slide together. The friction is delicious and Jaskier spends a moment just grinding down until he hears the pop of the stopper. Geralt has hooked his chin over Jaskier’s shoulder to see what he’s doing, and Jaskier shudders when oil-slick fingers dip between his cheeks, drawing tight circles around his rim. He croons at the sensation, grinding his hips forward and gasping when Geralt’s chin digs into his shoulder. Jaskier takes Geralt’s earlobe between his teeth and tugs, gasping into his ear when Geralt presses against his rim with a warm finger. Jaskier goes still, focusing on that one sensation as Geralt slowly pushes in. Jaskier moans, rocking his hips down, and Geralt presses a second finger in quickly after the first.

Jaskier whimpers at the stretch, squeezing around Geralt’s fingers and rocking between his fingers and his groin. Geralt shifts, pressing sharp teeth against Jaskier’s neck and rumbling when Jaskier’s cock twitches between them. Geralt thrusts his fingers in and out slowly, enjoying the way that Jaskier squirms and begs, whining when Geralt teases a third finger before pulling back and thrusting his fingers in again. Geralt’s skin is flushed, hot with the roaring fire at his back, but Jaskier has left the velvet pulled back and a cold breeze sweeps through the room. Jaskier is so close to coming, moving desperately between grinding down on Geralt and riding his fingers, and he still hasn’t added another finger. Jaskier slides his hands down Geralt’s back, over the many ridges of his scars, and rakes his nails back up fiercely, Geralt howling. 

Jaskier is expecting more, aches for it, but he cries out all the same when Geralt shoves a third finger in him and crooks his fingers, rubbing mercilessly against his prostate. Jaskier’s release builds rapidly in his stomach, scorching through him, and he whimpers pitifully when Geralt’s other hand clamps around the base of his cock, squeezing tight. 

“Wh- no, nonono Geralt please. Please.” Jaskier begs, writhing in Geralt’s lap as fingers crook inside him again, rubbing hard and making his cock dribble. Geralt doesn't seem to hear him anymore though, and he pulls his fingers out completely, waiting until he knows Jaskier isn’t going to come. Jaskier’s cock is flushed an angry red, and even the breeze coming from the old window makes him whimper. Geralt lifts him from his lap, turning him around and rearranging him the way he likes. Jaskier moves pliantly under his guidance, tucking a pillow under his chin as Geralt slides a hand down his spine and presses Jaskier’s chest into the bed. Jaskier hears the pop of the cork again, and he tries to turn his head to look back at Geralt to watch what he’s doing. 

Geralt drapes himself over Jaskier’s back, fitting them together and lazily grinding his cock between Jaskier’s cheeks. Geralt has used plenty of oil, and every time the head catches on his rim Jaskier tries to angle so that Geralt can slide in, but Geralt just hums and adjusts his own angle, denying him a little while longer.

“Told me to be good, but then did that.” Geralt’s voice wavers with the purr that’s taken residence in his chest, and Jaskier whines. “S’like you don’t want to walk tomorrow.”

“I’d consider it a failure on my part if I can.” Jaskier gasps out, sliding a hand back to scratch at Geralt’s thigh. That small movement costs him, and Geralt snarls in his ear, bearing more of his weight down on Jaskier.

“Stop it. You don’t know-” Jaskier does it again, and then again, raking over that same spot until he’s almost certain that if he does anymore Geralt will actually begin to bleed. Geralt trembles against his back, jerking with every scratch, and Jaskier chokes on a breath when Geralt suddenly begins to press in, cock twitching weakly. He goes fast- hardly gives Jaskier time to adjust to the heady feeling of stretching so deliciously around his girth before he’s snapping his hips. One hand braces beside Jaskier’s head and the other grips his hip with almost crushing force, Geralt snarling and panting in Jaskier’s ear. Jaskier moans and whines at each hard press of Geralt’s hips, spreading his legs wider to create a more stable base as Geralt desperately tries to pound him into the bed.

Jaskier can feel his orgasm rushing up on him again, and he reaches back, grabbing a fistful of Geralt’s hair and tugging him down to kiss him desperately. He keens into Geralt’s mouth when Geralt shifts his hips, slamming against his prostate and shoving him over the edge. Jaskier clamps sinfully tight as he comes, pulling at Geralt’s hair and sobbing against his lips as he spills onto the bed sheets. Geralt doesn’t let up though, sitting up and planting Jaskier in his lap. This angle has Jaskier shuddering with each thrust, eyelids fluttering madly as Geralt grinds directly against his prostate. The feeling quickly becomes pleasurable to the point of pain, and Jaskier whimpers. Geralt’s lips curve into a smile against his, and he wraps one hand around Jaskier’s softening cock. Jaskier shies away from the touch, it’s too much, too soon- but there’s nowhere to go, and Geralt continues to roll his hips, grinding against his prostate and forcing Jaskier to fuck up into his hand. 

Jaskier rocks between those two torturous sensations, crying out when he’s forced very quickly into a second dry orgasm that has him shaking like a leaf in Geralt’s lap. Geralt drops his hand from Jaskier’s cock finally, petting at his stomach and allowing Jaskier to settle heavily in his lap. He purrs in Jaskier’s ear, tugging the collar of his shirt out of the way and leaving soft, gentle kisses along the column of his neck. Jaskier focuses solely on breathing so he doesn’t pass out, whining whenever he shifts and Geralt’s cock presses deeper into him.

“Okay?” His voice is thick with arousal, but Geralt nuzzles sweetly at his neck and Jaskier can’t help but squeeze around his cock. 

“Cruel, torturous witcher.” His voice cracks, wrecked from Geralt fucking his throat, and Geralt chuckles throatily. 

“I warned you.” Jaskier hums, knowing he’d brought that particular punishment on himself and finding he can’t stop himself from pulling on the handful of Geralt’s hair he still holds. Geralt growls, pressing sharp fangs against the meat of Jaskier’s shoulder in warning. He mumbles against Jaskier’s skin, warm breath making him shiver. “Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Mmm, I think I’ll be okay. Haven’t even finished yet.” Jaskier pulls again and tightens around Geralt’s cock, calling Geralt’s name when he snaps his hips up roughly. Their skin slaps together obscenely as they settle into a rhythm- Jaskier lifting himself off as far as he can before Geralt drags him back down, thrusting up to bury himself deep. He can’t say he’s ever had someone fill him up quite like Geralt does, and the angle is more heavenly than he’s ever had before. It doesn’t take much more coaxing from Jaskier for Geralt’s hips to stutter, Jaskier giving one last harsh pull on his lover’s hair before Geralt is snarling, shoving up and spilling inside of him. Jaskier cries out when pain lances through his right shoulder, Geralt’s fangs sinking deep into the meat near his neck as he comes, holding Jaskier tight against him. Jaskier’s not sure that pain on this level is supposed to be hot, but he melts bonelessly back against Geralt, shivering as something akin to an orgasm washes through him. The feeling makes his legs tremble and his cock give a valiant twitch, but Jaskier is thoroughly spent and it’s all he can do not to fall asleep in Geralt’s arms right now. 

Geralt rolls his hips up, grinding as he works himself through his orgasm before finally going still. Moonlight washes over the both of them, but it’s weaker, and Jaskier knows dawn isn’t too far off now. Jaskier releases his hold on Geralt’s hair, petting the tangled fibers down flat and crooning softly as Geralt comes back to himself. It takes a few minutes, but once he realizes Jaskier’s blood is in his mouth and his teeth are still very much sunk into Jaskier’s flesh he pulls back gingerly. Jaskier hisses at the pain that trickles through his shoulder as Geralt lets go, and twin lines of blood drip down his chest and soak into the black fabric of Geralt’s shirt. Jaskier tries to twist his neck to look back at Geralt, but the movement sends a fresh wave of pain through his shoulder and more blood trickles from the wounds. Jaskier settles down again instead, reaching to take one of Geralt’s hands in his for a moment and peeking out of the corner of his eye.

There’s blood on Geralt’s lips still, and some smeared along his chin, but the sight doesn’t bother Jaskier as much as it should. Geralt on the other hand, looks stricken, eyes wide and scared. He can smell the harsh copper of Jaskier’s blood, can taste it on his tongue, and shame sweeps through him when his cock twitches inside of Jaskier against his will. “I’m- I-” 

Jaskier shifts in his lap, lifting up until Geralt slips out of him and he can turn to sit face to face in Geralt’s lap again. Despite Geralt’s growing horror at what he’s done, Jaskier’s eyes are bright and full of love, and he tips forward, kissing at Geralt’s neck before sinking his teeth deep in one smooth movement. Jaskier’s teeth aren’t nearly as sharp as Geralt’s and he hears Geralt’s skin crunch horribly before giving way. Despite the waning moon Geralt lets out a noise somewhere between a growl, a snarl and a hiss, grabbing at Jaskier’s thighs and wrenching their hips together. His shoulders twitch madly as fire lights along his nerves all over again. It’s hard to stay coherent with pain surging through his neck, but the moon’s influence is weaker and Geralt masters himself with a couple of deep breaths. Jaskier’s mouth and chin are bloody to match when he pulls back, and Geralt watches in helpless fascination as Jaskier licks his blood off his lips. 

“There,” Jaskier says, sitting back a bit and smiling. “Now we match.”

“Jaskier, I could’ve-”

“Hurt me? As I said before love, you didn’t do anything that won’t heal, or that I didn’t want.” Jaskier’s gaze is soft and patient, and he presses his forehead to Geralt’s, just breathing for a minute. Geralt matches his ragged breaths with Jaskier’s slow and even ones, and soon his heart settles back into it’s slow, heavy patter. 

“You- wanted that?”

“Every bit of it.” Geralt stares, waiting for Jaskier to break down and admit how scared he was- is- but Jaskier does no such thing. He only presses a soft, coppery kiss to Geralt’s lips and slides from his lap. “But, I wouldn’t mind if you felt inclined to sneak us a bath.” 

Jaskier stays behind in the room while Geralt tugs on pants, feeling filthy but knowing he can’t wander the keep naked in this cold. Geralt has a tub in his room, and he brings that up the stairs before venturing down to hope that there’s enough hot water left in the kitchen to get the both of them sufficiently clean. His neck throbs with every step that he takes, but his wounds have already clotted and by tomorrow they’ll be halfway healed. Jaskier won’t have the same luck, even with the salve they have, but they’ll have to take it one step at a time. He’s in the kitchen, dumping more water into the pot and using Igni to hurry the warming process along when Lambert and Eskel come in, arms crossed. 

Geralt ignores them, leaning back against the counter and crossing his arms as well. Neither of them say anything as they go about grabbing a late night snack, but as always, Lambert is the first to crack. 

“So,” He starts, and Eskel groans. “What happened to the whole not hurting him thing?”

Geralt shrugs, uncomfortable with the reminder, but Eskel comes to his rescue. “Please, look at his back and neck. I think Geralt had more to worry about than Jaskier did.”

That makes Geralt chuckle, and Lambert takes another good look at him before whistling low. “Damn, the White Wolf looks awful red.”

“Fuck off.” Geralt says, but there’s no malice in it and he has to keep himself from smiling. Eskel doesn’t let Lambert say anything else before dragging him away, and Geralt lugs the hot water up to the room. Jaskier is sitting at the table, staring at the bloody wound on his shoulder through the small mirror he’d brought with them. Geralt’s stomach flops as he nudges the door shut, and he pours the hot water into the tub to cool down some before they climb in. Jaskier has finally shed Geralt’s shirt, and he smiles when Geralt comes over to gently touch the skin near the wound. Jaskier shivers lightly at the touch, snagging Geralt’s hand and pressing a warm kiss to his palm. 

“Right as rain, love. Want to help me with the sheets?” Geralt grunts, but doesn’t actually let Jaskier help in stripping down and changing sheets. The only thing he lets Jaskier do is get himself in the tub, sinking low into the water and sighing happily. He keeps his shoulders above the water, and when Geralt strips to join him Jaskier winces. “Sorry love.”

“Hmm?” Jaskier gestures for him to come close, and he traces soft fingertips over the marks on Geralt’s thigh. The blood vessels beneath his skin have burst, leaving dots of red-purple in nail shaped trails down the side of his thigh. Geralt bends down to kiss the top of Jaskier’s head, slipping into the bathtub behind him and resolutely ignoring the way the heat prickles uncomfortably at his thigh. “Right as rain.” 

Jaskier laughs at the mimicry, leaning back against Geralt’s chest and closing his eyes. “So, this happens every month?”

“Making plans?”

“Well, I’d hate to get us banned from every inn we stay in.” Geralt laughs softly, tucking his cheek against Jaskier’s and gently kissing at his shoulder. 

“We’ll figure something out.” 

#geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #major sluttiness #nsft #winter prompts

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Kalim Al-Asim - I thought of something good

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Exterior Hallway 2F

Crowley: Ah, this is so hectic…

Kalim: Principal, you dropped something! Is this a…tourism pamphlet for the Country of Hot Sands?

Crowley: Do excuse me. I was being careless.

Kalim: Okay, here you go. Are you interested in the Country of Hot Sands?

Crowley: Yes, it is one of the candidates for the destination of my next holiday… Oho? Aren't you from the Country of Hot Sands?

Kalim: Yeah! So you're going on a holiday~ My birthplace is a really nice place, so you should definitely go. The people are nice, there are tons of sightseeing spots and the food is fantastic!

Crowley: The food seems to be the deciding factor for me. I've heard that the Country of Hot Sands uses a lot of peculiar spices… I'm worried I won't like it so I haven't decided yet.

Kalim: Oh, just that, then you should come to Scarabia! Jamil can make a lot of authentic recipes. If you come, then I'll have the whole dorm throw a banquet.

Crowley: Huh, that's… Are you really okay with that? Then if you implore me that much I will have to take advantage of your kindness. I'm looking forward to it!

Scarabia Dorm - Lounge

Kalim: …So in any case I'll be holding a party tomorrow for the principal who I invited!

Jamil: You were set up… How convenient of him to drop a pamphlet on the Country of Hot Sands. But first, why tomorrow? You should take it more slowly.

Kalim: I think hurrying up is good. They always say speed is a virtue!

Jamil: They also say that you shouldn't go into the sea without a net. How much trouble do you think preparing for a banquet is…

Kalim: It should be a piece of cake for you, shouldn't it? Besides, I've already thought of the kind of banquet I want to throw. First of all, the decorations of the venue. We should use traditionally patterned fabrics so the principal can really feel the beauty of  the Country of Hot Sands. We have plenty of unused cloths in the storeroom, don't we? Let's use those to decorate!

Jamil: You do know that a family of 4 can live of that one roll of fabric for one month, by its monetary value…  But I'll follow your instructions.

Kalim: For the food, we'll obviously have traditional meals from the Country of Hot Sands. That's your specialty, isn't it? We can make it a self-service style where the guests can put it on a light baked bread themselves so they can enjoy a variety of flavors.

Jamil: I'm sure the principal would be pleased. …But it will be more troublesome to prepare more things.

Kalim: But if we're talking about traditional cooking, then we should not do "that".

Jamil: Yes yes. I understand. I won't prepare "that". …Okay, the plans for the banquet is finalized. I think you explained plenty. I shall immediately commence the…

Kalim: AND THEN A PARADE!!

Jamil: Ugh, of course you want to do a parade. Of all things, that takes the most labor…!

Kalim: Firstly, the elephants should open the gates with a BAM. Then the tigers enter from between their legs! The white monkey will play the cymbal on the golden camels… the lions and the peacocks… And from there on the bears… and then… at the end, I will appear with seven-colored parrots from the fountain on my magical carpet… And as the organizer of the banquet, I shall give everyone a hearty greeting!! What do you think!? Seems fun, doesn't it!

Jamil: Troublesome… You only seem to care about extravagance. It will take a lot of time to create a parade like that. Especially the seven-colored parrots will be difficult to arrange. I wonder if I can get them in time for tomorrow…

Kalim: Jamil, you're busy with the venue and meals right? I will prepare for the parade.

Jamil: Huh!! …Wait and don't be hasty. It's fine, I'll do the preparation.

Kalim: I'll do it.

Jamil: It's fine. Leave everything to me and go wait and sit somewhere.

Kalim: I'm doing it!

Jalim: I said it's fine!

Kalim: Don't worry! I'll bring lots of lively animals.

Jamil: That's what I'm worried about… Whatever, it's not like you ever listen to what I say. I got it. I'll entrust the parade to you. …Are you sure you'll be fine? Can I trust you?

Kalim: Leave it to me! Animals are like, my specialty.

Chapter 2

Main Street

The day of the banquet

Kalim: To all the animals who will participate in the parade at our dorm! Would you please come along properly? Hey hey, you elephants and tigers should get along. The lions and monkeys get along as well right? I'm relieved that the bears and the peacocks are behaving. Don't stray from the camels in the lead. …Ah, and of course, our most precious seven-colored parrots!

Scarabia Student 1: Amazing… the animals are all obediently following dorm leader Kalim!

Scarabia Student 2: The dorm leader is a fantastic person after all. To have that many animals obey him at once!

Kalim: Obey me… Since I've been young I've always loved animals, so I might just be able to understand their feelings!

Seven colored parrot: Chuchuru.

Kalim: Besides, today everyone is especially obedient. Are you guys looking forward to the banquet as well?

Elephant: Paoon

Kalim: Hahaha, I see, I see! Then I'm glad.

Scarabia Dorm

Kalim: And we finally made it to Scarabia. Animals, please wait here until the parade starts…

???: Argh, ouch…

Kalim: Hm? What is that fading cry.

Grim: Aargh! The elephant's going to trample me! Help me, anyone!!

Kalim: For some reason I recognize that voice, isn't that you Grim! I surely thought you were a member of the parade. Here. I'll put you somewhere high so don't worry.

Grim: I-I'm saved…! While I was on my way back to Ramshackle dorm I got enveloped in a horde of animals…

Yuu: I was looking for this lost kid! I couldn't find this kid!

Kalim: Oh, aren't you Yuu? If you need Grim, he's here.

Grim: What? Were you lonely because you lost me? You're such a troublesome follower. But I was really surprised. Did you gather this many animals to open a zoo?

Kalim: Nope, all wrong. Today I'm holding a banquet for the principal! An extravagant venue, tasty food… and a flashy parade all to entertain the guests.

Grim: You gathered this many animals for entertainment!? Rich people's abilities are something else entirely…

Kalim: This much is normal. If I hold back on the luxury, our precious guests' eyes and stomach won't be satisfied.

Grim: I don't really care about my eyes but… I'm really interested in my stomach!! Hey, what kind of feast will you have at the banquet!?

Kalim: Since it's a banquet themed after the Country of Hot Sands, there will be plenty of meals with lots of spices. Curry, Bamya, Saltah… To summarize it, stews are pretty mainstream at my place.

Grim: Curry from the Country of Hot Sands!? I want to try it!

Kalim: Ah. But our family decided that our dorm not make curry.

Grim: Huh~ But it looks so good. Why not?

Kalim: Well… Back in the days, we had some bad encounters with curry.

Yuu: You ate so much that your tummy started aching? The curry was spoiled so your tummy started aching?

Kalim: It's a bit different, but kind of like that. To be asleep for many days… No matter how much I try, that's why I'm not good with curry.

Grim: Hm. You can be unexpectedly delicate huh.

Kalim: The one asleep wasn't me but Jamil. He was just tasting the food before it was served as usual but he suddenly got all pale… Ah, don't worry. There was no poison in the food? All the ingredients we use are totally fresh! Besides, everyone else slept safely, it was only Jamil who sampled my dish that got it.

Grim: …That's… if it only was your dish, then something could've been put in…?

Kalim: Yeah. I don't know the details though…  That's the first time I saw Jamil so lifeless… I'll never forget that sight. …Oh well! Current Jamil doesn't really worry about it and still loves curry!

Grim: How awful… for you to have different taste than the gourmet me.

Kalim: While we won't have curry, the Country of Hot Sands has a lot of other delicacies. You should come to Scarabia as well. You guys should participate in the banquet!

Scarabia Dorm - Lounge

Grim: Aah~ What a luxurious party~~!! The red banners filling up the venue are beautiful… A feast containing everyting I've never seen before is lined up!!! i'm going to stuff myself for tomorrow's part as well. Nom, chew, tear.

Yuu: What a fun banquet. Nom Nom.

Kalim: Yuu and Grim, just eat what you like! And to our guest of honor, the principal! Are you enjoying our banquet?

Crowley: Yes. Of course! I thought the Country of Hot Sands only had spicy foods but… I was sorely mistaken. The crunchy vergetables! The aroma rich seafood! The juicy meat! And to be able to enjoy all of those enveloped in a slightly roasted bread. The decorations are also beuatiful and everything is tasty.

Kalim You think so? This delicious food was all made by Jamil!

Crowley: So you didn't rely on a professional!? How wonderful, Viper.

Jamil: No, the one who thought up the menu so you could try a lot of new flavors was Kalim. And the Asim family taught me all there is to know about cooking. Everything is thanks to Kalim.

Kalim: Hehehe. The principal and the other guests all seem happy. Thank you for preparing the decorations and the food. Jamil.

Jamil: …Don't mention it. But it's too early for you to let your guard down. As the organizer of the event, don't you still have to appear in the finale? Hurry up and get ready.

Kalim: Okay, gotcha!

Scarabia Dorm

Kalim: Okay, I'm at the stand-by place of the parade. Just as planned, I'll stay here and ride the magical carpet and wait until the start signal…

Scarabia Student A: Get back, hey!

Scarabia Student B: Shit!

Kalim: Hm? What's up with you guys.

Scarabia Student A: D-Dorm leader! Uhm…well…

Scarabia Students B: More than ten birds of the seven-colored parrots that were supposed to appear in the finale…

Scarabia Student A: They all escaped!

Kalim: Huh!?

Chapter 3

Scarabia Students B: More than ten birds of the seven-colored parrots that were supposed to appear in the finale…

Scarabia Student A: They all escaped!

Kalim: Huh!?

Scarabia Student B: We're sorry! They were the indispensable and valuable parrots for the parade!

Scarabia Student A: We carelessly forgot to lock the cages…

Kalim: The seven-colored parrots… I see…But oh well, we'll manage.

Scarabia Student A/B: Huh.

Kalim: These things happen once in a while. And it's not like it was on purpose? I'll manage one way or the other, so you guys just prepare without worrying!

Scarabia Student A/B: Dorm leader Kalim…!

Kalim: …Ah, I thought of something good. I'll be going to Diasomnia's dorm for now.

Scarabia Student A: Diasomnia? …The place that that Malleus Draconia governs!?

Heartslabyul Student B: Why would you go to another dorm…?

Kalim: Everyone, and Jamil as well, has put a lot of work into the preparation until now. To bring this to a flawless success, I will bring along some seven-colored birds. You guys, just proceed with the plans as usual. We don't intend to make the guests wait after all. I'll be back as soon as possible!

Scarabia Dorm - Lounge

Crowley: Finally, the parade is starting. We can watch from the balcony. I wonder what will…oh? What's walking to the dorm from a distance with the music…Isn't that an elephant! And at the feet of the elephants are tigers…hm? And on the elepants' backs are lions…!? Huh, you're kidding! That white monkey!? To think it could play a trumpet like that!! Between the golden camel.. Can it be….to think that tigers and lions could be so…eek! Unbelievable!!

Grim: The peacock is hiding the bears… But the elephant! The ears of the elephant! They're so amazing!!!

Yuu: I'm so impressed I can't believe my eyes. This is the biggest parade of the century.

Scarabia Student A: T-The finale is nearing…!

Scarabia Student B: Dorm leader Kalim…can it be he'll be too late…!?

Grim: Oh! The parade goes until the fountain. The beat is livening up as well…

Yuu: It's time for the last part! Let's get fired up!

Crowley: I wonder what kind of surprising show we'll see for the finale!?

???: …Heey!

Scarabia Student A: Huh. The magical carpet is flying to us! And riding it is…

Kalim: Everyone, sorry to make you wait.

Scarabia Student A/B: Dorm Leader Kalim!!!

Kalim: I kinda lost track of time trying to search for my classmate Silver… but I brought them properly. A lot of white birds!!

Scarabia Student B: …It's true. There are so many white birds behind the dorm leader! Now that you say it, there's a rumor that Silver from Diasomnia gets along well with small animals.

Kalim: Yeah. I went and asked Silver if he could call some of his bird friends. That guy dozes off an awful lot. I was troubled because I couldn't get in contact with him.

Scarabia Student A: …It seems we couldn't find the rare seven-colored parrots. No matter how you look at it, seven-colored parrots are way more vivacious than white birds. It's our fault that they escaped…

Kalim: It's okay. Forcing them back in their cages would be kinda pitiful, wouldn't it? A party should be fun for everyone who participates as well. …Ah of course, you guys as well. That's why you don't have to be so gloomy.

Scarabia Student A/B: Dorm leader…

Kalim: Besides, I'll substitute the seven-colored parrots for the white birds! I told you guys I'd think of something good? Now we have the finale before us. Don't blink and keep watching until the end. "Relax in the desert, a never ending party. Sing, dance! Oasis Maker!"

Crowley: Asim can spray water with his unique magic "Oasis Maker"…

Grim: Seven-colored birds appeared in the midst of it!!

Yuu: It's so beautiful. I've never seen such a beautiful scenery.

Crowley: Oho? If you look closely, those aren't seven-colored birds. It seems that the rainbow that Asim made with his magic makes it look as if the white wings have been dyed in seven colors. The colorful blizzards and the sparkling water, and furthermore the flickering rainbow colored birds… Aah, what a fantastical scenery…!

Kalim: Principal! And Yuu and Grim as well, thank you for coming to Scarabia today! I've never been this happy that I could entertain my dearest guests! You guys are always welcome to my birthplace, the Country of Hot Sands! …Woops. Sorry carpet, I stepped on a bad place… Hey don't go wild! A, Ah I'm losing my balance…aah! I'm falling!!!

???: Watch out!!!!!

/Splash

Kalim: …Man I was really surprised. I was careless and fell in the fountain. …Hm? But I'm not hurting anywhere…? …Ah, Jamil! You made me float with wind magic. Thank you. Thanks to you I wasn't hurt.

Jamil: M-My heart…I thought it was about to stop…tch.

Kalim: But I'm completely soaked… How cruel. Hahaha!!

Jamil: You feel like laughing huh. I felt like I was about to pass to the other side! …Here, hurry up, get out of the fountain and dry yourself.

Crowley: To have a merciful rain fall in the parade in the midst of a desert… It is a beautiful magic. This was wonderful, Kalim Al-Asim!

Grim: It was so interesting that it made me anxious when you jumped of the magical carpet at the end!!

Yuu: I don't think that was part of the plan… You made my heart flutter.

Crowley: It must've been awfully troublesome to plan all of that, no?

Kalim: Nah, absolutely not. Right, Jamil?

Jamil: Yes.

Crowley: For you to possess such leadership that you can easily make a party like this, you must actually be a wonderful person!

Scarabia Student A: Yes! Dorm Leader Kalim is always thinking about us students…

Scarabia Student B: He's a very reliable dorm leader!

Crowley: I see. You gave me an exciting experience. My next holiday will be in the Country of Hot Sands!

Kalim: I'm glad! I'm happy that you now understand the merits of the Country of Hot Sands! It's all because the parade went well. Don't forget to thank the animals after this a lot as well!

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