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misssquishy · 4 years

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“obey your master” A dominant Lucifer x submissive GN reader. an 18+ Obey me fanfic

Listen. when I wrote this story I literally stopped at the first sentence because I got writer's block, so I made the Beelzebub instead. but I wanted to write about all the brothers, so I took old fanfic stories, erased everything and just added the boys

Also my English is still trash, I don't know what I'm doing and I'm still at the beginning of the game

"I AM NOT A MASOCHIST!" Mammon yelled, trying to justify his point "Still in denial" Satan said. Mammon slammed his hand on the table and pointed at you "THE ONLY MASOCHIST HERE IS THE HUMAN!" "W-what? I'm not a masochist" you sputtered "Do not push your disgusting fetish on the human" Satan said flipping the page of a book "For the last time I am NOT a masochist" Mammon replied "And yes, human. You are a masochist" attracted by the yelling, Beelzebub walked into the room very confused "what with all the yelling?" "Mammon won't admit that he's a masochist. And now he's trying to convince us that the human is one" Satan replied as he turn to the next page in his book "I am not a masochist" Mammon sputtered "And I have proof that the human IS a masochist" Mammon then pulled out a book, your face went white as you saw your journal in Mammon's hand "Why do you have my journal?" "I found it on the floor-" "That was under my pillow, in my room" you said with panic in your voice, cutting him off. Mammon tried to backpedal "No. I- I told you I found it. You must have dropped it" You felt anxious, Mammon noticed the panic look on your face and smiled "What's with that look? Got something to hide?" He said while waving your journal in front of your face "You're taking this too far, Mammon. just give back the book" Satan said "What? you want to prove that the human is a masochist right, Satan? Well It's all right here" you started to beg for your book back and begged him not to read it. You tried to reach for the book but before you could Mammon dash out of the room "IF YOU WANT IT, YOU HAVE TO COME AND GET IT!" He said. You let out a sigh and chased after him. You chased him down the hallway and up the stairs. Trying to catch your breath you asked him to slow down, he looked back at you and flipped you off. Mammon tripped on the carpet, causing your book to go through a window "Shit, my bad" he said, lying on the floor. You both ran outside, passing Lucifer on the way out. Looking around you can't seem to find your books, it vanished. You started the panic even more, you searched the surrounding area frantically "He- hey. Calm down" Mammon said "it can't have gotten that far'' you let out a frustrating sigh and kicked the ground "Why are you getting so upset? it’s just a book, it's not like it's the end of the world" you stared at him and slowly realized what his words truly mean "You didn't read my journal did you, Mammon?" He looked at you, his face was a look of regret "I... didn't, and before you say anything I wasn't about to sell it either" he said "I just wanted to see your reaction that's why I took it. I wasn't expecting you to freak out like that" you looked up at the night sky, feeling desperate you turned your attention back to Mammon “Find it" "W-what? Why do I have to do it?" He asked. You slowly approached him, you reached out and touched his face "Please find it, you're the one that took it out of my room so please?…" You smiled at him, you felt his face heat heat up as he started to blush "FINE! fine I'll do it, just go back inside" you gave him a kiss on his cheek and thank him. You went back inside and headed to your room. 30 minutes past when Mammon knocked and opened your door "Yeeaaah I can't find it" he said rubbing the back of his head. You sighed sadly as you look at Mammon, your expressions made him apologize "I'm sorry I wi- I will get you a new one" you gave him a smile "that's okay, Mammon. You don't have to" you told him "I know it's wro-" "Mammon. I just want to go to sleep now" you said cutting him off, not trying to show that you were angry at him. You two exchange good nights and you close the door "If someone else fines that book I'm screwed" you thought to yourself. You sulk in your room, looking at your phone you tried to get your mind off of the book but you remembered how Lucifer went inside as you went out. You set up, feeling chills down your spine "Shit" you slouch to his study, not knowing the danger awaits you.

You knocked on the door as you felt your heart about to fall out of your ass. He told you to come in, you opened the door to see Lucifer sitting at his desk reading your journal "Do you need something?" He said, not taking his eyes off your journal. You stared at your feet as the anxiety creeped in "umm… Lucifer?" He finally noticed you, the look on your face must have made him worried "Are you alright? You look like you saw a ghost" you tried to speak but you were so nervous that your word came out a jumbled mess, he got closer to you and patted you on the head "you look tense, would you like a glass of wine?" He said, guiding you to a chair.

You watched him as he poured a glass of wine and handed it to you, you chug it faster than Usain bolts running a marathon. He offered you another glass of wine, you took it in a heartbeat. The glass of sweet liquid courage helped you loosen up "Why are you here?" he asked as he poured a glass of wine for himself "That book... it's mine" he looked at the book that was still on his desk and smiled "Oh, I knew this had to belong to you" he picked up the book and gave it a glance over "I found it outside, you might want to keep up with your stuff next time" he set down in the chair next to you and crossed his legs as he sipped from his own glass of wine, glaring at your journal "Did you read it?" You asked in a shaky voice "I didn't know who this belongs to. So yes, I did" you stared at him, his calm demeaner worried you, but that worry feeling went away as he spoke "You're so kind" you look at him confused as he continues speaking "The way you describe all of us was generous of you. I'm happy to see you enjoying you’re stay here"

you start smiling, the way that he praised you made you feel happy "I really enjoy my stay here, and I'm happy that I met all of you" you said with a smile. You started to drink your second glass of wine, feeling happy "you were really generous the way you described Mammon, it's actually quite funny" he laughed. Your smile quickly faded as you realized, the only way to get to Mammon page is by reading Lucifer's page first. You started getting worried again "Lucifer….. ho- how much did you read?" You said as you start to panic again "Well, I stopped at the part where you wrote about Solomon. Is there a problem?" The look that he gave you when he said those words proved that he knew what you were worried about. You started sputtering, you can hear the panic in your voice as you spoke "It's not what you think, Lucifer. I- l didn't mean to write that-" "You really want me to believe that" he chuckled. He opened the book and flipped through a couple of pages "So, you don't want me to, and I quote 'use your body as I see fit' or you don't want me to 'cum deep inside of you' So you didn't mean to write that?" You were speechless, he read it so nonchalantly without batting an eye.

He flipped to another page as he sips his wine, a small slowly crept across his face "You have a very creative imagination, human" he closed the book and set it down on the table. You stared at him, shocked as he poured himself another glass "Wait, you're not upset with me?" You said "No, should I be? I will admit, I wasn't expecting it but I'm not upset with you" He replied. He got closer to you and started touching your leg "And in fact, I find it very exciting" you start to get aroused as you stared into his eyes, his black and red eyes glistened in the fireplace light "Do you want me to do those things to you?" he said as he rubbed your inner thigh "What?" You replied, very confused. He let out a sigh as he set down his glass "I have to be specific then" he bent down to hover over you, and whispered in your ear "I'm asking you do you want me to use your body? Do you want me to make your desires come true?" his voice was cold and his face calm. You turn your head away from him "I don't know" you said as your heart pounded in your chest with excitement "I won't force you" he said "But if you agree, all you have to do is name one thing out of that book and I'll do it to you" he turned your head to make you look at him, you felt like you were hypnotized as you met his gaze "Or maybe you want everything done to you. All the nasty, dirty, degrading things" he said as he rubbed your cheek "You want me don't you, human?" he rubbed his thumb over your lips, out of instinct you licked it, a small grin crept across his face. He tilted your chin up and leaned in for a kiss, you closed your eyes waiting for his lips to connect to yours, but you felt nothing. You opened your eyes to see him smiling "You tricked me" you said with a red face "I'm sorry, I had to" you let out a hefty huff and rolled your eyes. You started to get frustrated. Standing up, you grabbed Lucifer by his tie and kissed him, you caught him off guard as you slid a hand in his jacket. He pushed you away and the look on his face made you apologize, you thought you did something wrong. But his face was a combination of surprise, quickly turned into excitement. He pulled you into a kiss, you started to melt as his tongue slide in your mouth, flushing it around yours. He rubbed his hands down your waist and back, you melted from his touches.

He stopped and pulled away, you tried to go for another kiss but he stopped you "What's wrong?" You said, out of breath. You tried to rub your hand under his jacket again but he grabbed your hand "Stop" he demanded. He sat down on the table and crossed his legs "Now, take off your clothes" his voice is cold and sharp as he gave you more orders "Go on, do it" you let out a sigh as you did what you were told. When you were naked, you walk towards Lucifer but he puts up a hand, making you stop "No, set down" you were reluctant at first, but the face he gave you made you realize you have no choice. You rub your hand over the arm of the chair as you sit back down "Now, touch yourself" your eyes went wide "Wa...what?" You stammered. You stared at him hoping he was joking "What? Did I stutter?" you realized he was serious. You sit back feeling the cold leather against your skin. You put two fingers up to your lips and put them in your mouth, you sucked on your fingers, pulling them in and out your mouth. Covering them in saliva. You started rubbing your chest and slowly slide a hand down to your stomach, you took your fingers out of your mouth and you put both legs on each arm of the chair. You looked at Lucifer, making sure he gets a full view of the show. You put your fingers between your legs, you let out a breathy moan as your fingers enter yourself. Sipping his wine, Lucifer watched the performance you were putting on for him, enjoying the sounds escaping from your mouth. The only sound in the room was your moans and the fireplace, you moaned his name as you fingered yourself. You pulled your fingers out of you and put them up to your mouth, making a v-shape with your fingers. But before you could lick between them Lucifer stopped you "Alright, that's enough" he said while standing up. He walked towards you, wine glasses in hand. He set down next to you with a slight grin on his face, you tried to lean in for a kiss but he put a finger up to your lips, stopping you. Lucifer then grabbed you by the back of your head and got close to your face "Did I give you permission to kiss me?" He said as he pulled on your hair "Get me off first" he let go of your hair and grabbed you by the arm, forcing you to your knees. You crawled between his legs, you looked up at Lucifer and started unbuttoning his pants, you stroke his cock with your hand. You rubbed on the tip with your thumb but it wasn't enough for him "Use your mouth" he hissed. You do so, sucking on the tip first then taking him fully in your mouth, a slight "yes" escape from Lucifer’s lips as you bobbed your head on his cock. He drunk is wine and then set it aside, he ran his fingers through your hair and gave it a tug "Don't stop" he moaned. Feeling your warm mouth around his cock wasn't enough for him though, he started to push your head down ,making you gag "That's it MHAA! that's my good pet" he started thrusting his hips, you felt his cock hit the back of your throat "That feels so good, I'm gonna cum" he grabbed a fistful of your hair and pushed your head all the way down on his cock, holding it there as his cum filled your mouth.

You cough as Lucifer cum slide down your throat. You looked up at him, his face full of ecstasy as he looks down at you "That was… something" he said, out of breath. You stared at him, the look on your face made him smile "Okay, I guess the pet deserves there reward" he tilted your chin and leaned in for a kiss. you closed your eyes, waiting to feel his lips against yours. Lucifer started laughing, you opened your eyes and realized you fell for his trick twice "Got you again, you're so easy to fool" he said as he stood up, eyeing you as he walked towards his desk. He let out a huff as he took off his clothes "Are you going to keep sitting there, or are you going to come to me?" He said while undoing his tie. You were about to stand up but he stopped you "No, on your knees. Crawl to me" you hesitated as you stared at the devilish grin that was on his face "What's with that look? I gave you an order, didn't I?" You reluctantly agreed, getting on your hands and knees and slowly crawling to Lucifer. You stopped at his feet, he ran his fingers through your hair and gave you a pat on the head "Now that is how a pet should act" he said "Is it so hard to obey your master?" His words made you angry for some reason, you smacked his hand away and stood up "I am not a pet!" You said. You shocked him, he wasn't expecting you to do that, but you're a little protest made him chuckle "Are you done?" He took the step forward, making you take a step back. The tone in his voice changed as he walked behind you "you know you're enjoying the attention" you felt his hand slide down your waist, you let out a slight gasp as he kissed the back of your neck. You felt his hot breath as he whispered in your ear "Don't act like you don't enjoy it, being humiliated" "I don't…. I don't like this at all" you replied. He walked in front of you, you flinched as he slides a hand from your shoulder to your neck "you can leave if you want, i won't stop you" he said "Or you can get back on your knees, and let me do anything I want to that tempting body of yours" you thought about it, you thought about grabbing your clothes and leaving. But you know, if you do that you won't have another chance. You got back down on your knees and looked up at him "Such a cute pet" he said with a smile. He crouched down in front of you and pulled you into a kiss, you finally got your reward. You were caught off guard by Lucifer tying his tie around your wrist, you looked at your wrist then at him "w-why?..." He grabbed you by the arm and jerked you up, he spun around to face the chairs "You need to learn how to be obedient" he said "Now stay here and don't move" you did what you were told, standing still as Lucifer rummaged through his desk. You felt his presence behind you before something covered your eyes "Lu- Lucifer?!" "Calm down, it's just a blindfold" he said. He lifted up the blindfold so you can see the leather stick in his hand "Do you know what this is?" He said "a riding crop?" You replied. He nodded at your correct answer, he touched your stomach with the tongue of the riding crop and slowly traced your skin "I'm going to discipline you with this'' he said "until you learn how to obey your master" he pull the blindfold back over your eyes, only a sliver of light from the bottom of the blindfold was seeping through "you might hate me after this" "I could never hate you" you replied. You couldn't see his face, but you know he was smiling. You then feel the full force of the riding crop against your thigh, you tried to scream from the pain but Lucifer covered up your mouth with his hand "Don't you dare scream" he hit you again, the force of a second whip made you fell to the floor "I'm going to hit you again, get on your hands and knees'' you did what you were told, kneeling on your knees. He put his foot into your back and pushed you down, pinning you down to the floor "I said to get on your hands and knees'' he said, before hitting you again. You lean against your tied up arms, Lucifer removed his foot from your back and gave you another strike. You bit down on your tongue as you fight the urge to cry out in pain "look at you. obeying your Master's orders, almost like a dog" "I'm n- not a dog-'' your sentence was immediately interrupted by another strike to your thigh. You couldn't hold back your voice anymore, a scream of pain and ecstasy escaped from your mouth "I thought I told you not to scream'' he said before giving you another strike "You're my pet, my bitch even. And little bitches need to learn their place" he flipped you on your back, you were surprised to feel his body against yours. You heard his moans as his hands rubbed over your chest "Wait, Lucifer" "What? I thought you wanted me" he replied "I do, it's jus-" you were cut off by something entering your body. You moaned as the thing inside you begins to vibrate "Lu- Lucifer! pl -ease please" you moaned. A wave of pleasure came over your body as the vibrator begin to pick up speed "You're squirming, does it feel good?" He said before pressing a button, turn the vibrator on full blast. He started kissing your neck, his hands rubbed up and down your body as your moans echoes through the room "Lucif- please" you tried to find your voice as your eyes water. You were at your limit as your body begins to shake, you tried to find your voice again but only a quiet "stop" escaped your lips. Your words formed on death ears as Lucifer only focusing on the way you're squirming. You let out a final moan as the feeling of pleasure traveled throughout your body, your legs was shaking as you tried to find your voice again "Lucifer...stop" Lucifer heard your cries, you felt your wrist loosen as Lucifer removed his tie and took off your blindfold. He held you close to him, his voice sounded sincere as he wiped the tears from your cheek "I'm sorry, did I take it to far?" You shook your head in response as you lay in his arms, trying to catch your breath "I don't want this" you looked up at him and tried to gave him a weak smile "let me get your clothes" he tried to get up but you grabbed his arm "no" you said "don't leave" he looked at you confused "But you told me to stop" "I know what I said" you replied "I mean stop with the vibrator. I don't want a piece of plastic I want you, Lucifer" your words made him smile, he gave you a gentle kiss as he holds you in embrace "Okay, let’s go to my room then" he put you down and stood up, he took off his belt and put it around your neck like a leash "Wait, I thought we're going to your room?" You sputtered. Lucifer tugged on the belt making it tighter around your neck, causing you to choke "Oh, we are. We're just going for a walk" he said as he tugged on your new "leash". You gripped onto his pants leg and looked up at him, with a voice full of panic "what?! what's if someone sees?! What if one of the boys sees me like this?!" "And? What if they see you like this, what are they going to do?" He crouched down in front of you, his breath was warm as he whispered in your ear "And besides, you probably are the type of person who liked to be watched" he gave the least another tug, causing you to wince. You tighten your grip on Lucifer's pants, you really didn't want to go out there "What, being disobedient again?" He said before giving the leash another tug. You let go of his pants and set by his feet, your obedience made Lucifer happy "See? Now that's an obedient little bitch" he gave you a smile, before you two headed for his room. Crawling on your hands and knees you felt terrified, you prayed that no one saw you like this. You heard your name being called followed by the words "What the hell?!" Your heart stopped as you heard a familiar voice, you saw Solomon heading to Leviathan's room, Lucifer gave Solomon a disgusted look "why are you here?" Lucifer asked. Solomon not paying attention to Lucifer, only focusing on you "Are you okay?!- I feel like I should say something" "please...don't" you replied, hiding behind Lucifer's legs "Mind your business, Solomon" Lucifer said before giving your leash another tug "Come on my pet. Don't mind him" you looked back at Solomon as you crawled next to Lucifer, continuing the journey to Lucifer's room.

Lucifer opened the door to his room, he picked you up and carried you into his room. He surprised you by tossing you onto the bed. You watched as he took off his waistcoat. He unbuttoned his sleeves and took off his shirt, he noticed you staring at him and smirked. He grabbed the belt that was still wrapped around your neck and pulled, jerking you forward "Watching me get undressed? You want your master's body, don't you?" His words made you excited. You kissed him, you moaned against his soft lips. You tried to deepen the embrace but he pulled on your leash, stopping you "I didn't give you permission" he said before, sitting up and grabbed his shirts "Maybe we should stop" He started putting his shirt back on, you tried to stop him as he reach for his waistcoat "Wait?! we're just going to stop, just like at?!" You said, trying to make him stop. He stared at you with a grin on his face, he was doing this just to aggravate you "Maybe if you learn how to obey your master we would continue" he said while pulling up his left sleeves. He tried to button the other one but you grabbed his hands "wait, please" you said "I'll do what you say... so please?" You were desperate, you moved your hand to his crotch and rubbed his cock through his pants. Your rubbing made Lucifer grunt "I'll do it, but only on one condition" he then grabbed your hair and pulled you up to make you face him "Call me master" he demanded. You stared at the Avatar of pride and let out a quiet "please, master" "I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you" he said jerking your head back, causing you pain "PLEASE MASTER!" You yelled. He loosen his grip on your hair, making you fall to the bed. He removes his belt from your neck, a red bruise was left on your neck. You wince as Lucifer rubbed a hand over your bruise neck "I didn't mean to make it that tight" "It's fine" you replied. You let out a moan as you felt Lucifer's lips against your abused neck "Will you obey me from now on?" He asked, kissing your neck again. You nodded in response. He pulled away and held up his button sleeve "You're going to do what I say from now on" he said "Now, take off my clothes" you He asked, kissing your neck again. You nodded in response. He pulled away and held up his button sleeve "You're going to do what I say from now on" he said "Now, take off my clothes" you unbuttoned his sleeve then removed his waistcoat, you slides his shirt off his shoulders and stared at his chest. You reached out a hand to touch his chest but you pulled back, you realized you didn't ask permission "Can I touch you, master?" You asked, desperately. Lucifer smiled at your obedience "No, you can not" he replied.

He laughed at your sad expression "Don't look at me like that" you stared at him, then focused your gaze to something else in the room. You were cut off guard by Lucifer pushing you down, he flipped you over making you lie on your stomach. He started kissing your back and slowly moved down, you felt his breath against your skin as he spread you open. He rubbed his fingers over your hole. You grip the sheets as his fingers stretch your hole "Do you want me?" He asked as his fingers hit your sweet spot "Do want your master's tongue here?" You replied with a breathy "yes" as his fingers explored your body. He removed his fingers and replaced it with the tip of his cock "Well, you're not going to get it" you felt the head of his cock push into you, you bite down on the pillow as he slammed into you. He kissed your back as he thrust into you, you heard his moans in your ear as your heart pounded in your chest "Such a good pet" he grabbed you by the waist and hold up your hips, your body moved with the rhythm of his thrust "Are you enjoying your master's cock?" He moaned. He grabbed your hair and jerked your head back, he grunted in your ear as he spoke "How does it feel? To finally have me inside of you?" you couldn't reply as your mine went blank, only your moans were coming out. He stopped, he pulled out of you and rested on your back, trying to catch his breath. As you calm down from your euphoric high, you try to speak "why… why did you-" he surely flipped you on your back. You scream in ecstasy as Lucifer slammed back into you. He started thrusting faster, pushing in and out of you rapidly. Lucifer moaned and growled deeply, his voice taken over by the feeling as he kept ploughing deeper and deeper inside of you. You looked up at him as he hovered over you, you began to unravel as you reached the edge. You reached out your hands, begging him to let you touch him. Lucifer leaned against your shoulder and you wrapped your arms around his neck, deepening the embrace. Lucifer tongue started to caress your ear, somehow it added to the pleasure of his thrust. Lucifer thrusts became sloppy and you knew he was at his limit too. You moaned his name and wrapped your legs around his waist as you reached your climax. Lucifer kissed you, followed by his own orgasm. You could feel Lucifer cum inside of you, you removed your legs from his waist as you lied in ecstasy. He pulled out of you, he moaned your name as he rested against your shoulder "Tha- that was amazing" he moaned, trying to catch his breath. He looked at you, he gave you a smile and stroke your cheek with his hand "Are you enjoying my cum inside of you?" He asked before giving you another kiss. He ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your neck, he noticed how exhausted you were and gave you a kiss on the forehead "You're breathing heavily, was it that good?" You nod your head, trying to collect yourself "It felt…. so good" he smiled at your response, he stood up and grabbed his pants "I'm going to run you a bath" he said before giving you another kiss. Lucifer put on his shirt and left the room, you laid on the bed waiting for his return. When he did, he wrapped you in a sheet and carried you in his arms to the bathroom.

See y'all in hell

the Beelzebub one: https://misssquishy.tumblr.com/post/620506063262859264/how-to-make-a-sandwich-101-part-1-obey-me

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thepetulantpen · 4 years

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(A short addition to my blind!Geralt AU! Bit of a sickfic, this time.)

“You’re sick.”

Jaskier startles at Geralt’s voice, bed creaking beneath him. He’d been writing in his notebook- hard at work with another song, if Geralt had to guess- apparently thinking Geralt was asleep.

“What? No, I’m not.”

Geralt sits up and thumps Jaskier lightly- though, not lightly enough judging by his responding grunt- on the back. The vibration rattles in Jaskier’s chest and reveals exactly what he’s already smelled.

“Yes, you are.”

Concentrating, Geralt can hear Jaskier’s mouth turn downward in a frown. It’s not very hard- he’s not sure whether the exaggeration is a product of Jaskier’s personality, or an attempt to make it easier for Geralt to “see”. More likely a healthy mix of both, coupled with Jaskier’s considerable need for attention.

“And how can you tell that?” Jaskier sounds genuinely curious, but doesn’t wait for an answer, “Can you hear the mucus? Smell it? Feel the tiny bacteria in the air?”

“Something like that.” Geralt smiles, hearing Jaskier’s heartbeat pick up in a way he’s taken to interpreting as indignant.

“I won’t stand for this blatant invasion of my privacy. Keep your witcher-y senses to yourself, you-”

Geralt hums and pulls Jaskier towards him, against his chest, making him interrupt himself with a surprised yelp. He bats at Geralt’s hands weakly, laughing as they trace up his doublet, feeling for the pattern.

“I’m not exactly reading your diary, Jaskier. I’d find out later, with or without your confession.”

“I’m not convinced you wouldn’t read my diary, if you could.” Jaskier shifts Geralt’s hand slightly, moving it to an embroidered flower. “It’s gold, by the way.”

Geralt nods, satisfied he’s solved the mystery of Jaskier’s fashion choices for the day, and gets up, using one hand to push Jaskier back down when he tries to follow. “You’ll stay here and rest.”

“I’m fine.”

“For now, maybe. We’ll see how you feel tonight.”

Jaskier groans and falls back against his pillow, the thump echoing through their small room. He grumbles under his breath about boredom, but he may as well have said it out loud- it’s all the same to Geralt.

Convinced that Jaskier isn’t an immediate flight risk, Geralt turns to pack up his bag, running his hands over everything to double check. It’s well-organized, which he can thank Jaskier for. He wouldn’t have thought to rearrange it with a less visually dependent system- he hadn’t changed much, in recent years, figuring his senses would compensate.

Jaskier, to put it lightly, had thought this was lunatic.

“Why not give yourself shortcuts? You’re taking an extra minute to do something when you could just help yourself out beforehand.”

“I don’t need-“

“It’s not about need, Geralt. Let me show you.”

One of many instances of Jaskier improving Geralt’s life through sheer force of will. He’s adopted an insistence on convenience and efficiency that Geralt can’t- or won’t, to save himself the indignity- argue with.

He’ll be able to return the favor by taking care of Jaskier today. With any luck, it’ll be a simple cold, cleared up with rest before it truly sets in. He’s going to run errands, pick up human medicine, and be back by midday to check on him. His hunt can wait until the afternoon, once he’s confident Jaskier will be alright.

“Think about it as a chance to rest your voice.”

Jaskier flicks him off and Geralt doesn’t bother letting him know that he can sense that.

…

Before he even enters the room, Geralt can tell Jaskier’s gotten worse. The scent of sickness is stronger, his breathing worse. He’ll need to check Jaskier’s temperature, and make sure he hasn’t taken a drastic turn for the worse.

It’s challenging, between the barrier of the door and the relative lack of sound in the room, but Geralt focuses on the draft as it bounces against things, outlining the scene and giving him an idea of what he’s walking into. Jaskier is curled up on the bed, writing quietly in his journal- slower than the fast, presumably messy, scratches Geralt is used to.

Jaskier must hear him step up to the door because he tenses, writing coming to an abrupt stop. Geralt opens the door before he can worry and starts pulling out what he’s bought, kicking the door shut to keep his hands free.

“Geralt,” Jaskier greets, voice more hoarse than it was this morning, “how’d it go?”

“I’ve got stuff for tea.”

He has... something for tea. The store had been so packed with herbs it was difficult to distinguish between them, and he didn’t want to sniff every ingredient with the owner watching. He thinks he’s found the right things, more or less.

Jaskier pulls back the covers and climbs out of bed, crouching beside Geralt and his bag to supervise. “Your tea is always nasty.”

“My tea is healthy.” He pushes Jaskier’s hand away, knowing he’s just going to complain about whatever he ends up putting in.

“For someone with a great nose, you really haven’t grasped human taste buds. Would it kill you to add some honey, once in a while?”

“Well,” Geralt tries not to smile, turning away to start mixing, “I was going to use a little of this fresh honey I bought, but I think I’ll have to save it for someone more grateful.”

“Geralt-“ Jaskier starts, but breaks off with a cough, ending his whine before it can reach the truly annoying, high-pitched range. It would be a blessing- if the coughing stopped.

Geralt pats Jaskier on the back through the coughing fit, fumbling for his water-skin with his other hand. Jaskier finds it first, unscrewing the cap with shaking hands and almost choking from drinking too fast.

When he’s done, Jaskier pauses to regain his breath and goes quiet- it takes a second for Geralt to concentrate enough to realize he’s smiling, trying to reassure Geralt.

Geralt frowns and puts the tea aside to face Jaskier- for all the good that’ll do. “I’ll stay with you tonight.”

“No, no,” Jaskier coughs again, and clears his throat, forcing his voice to sound almost normal, “Your hunt is more important. It’s just a cold.”

“Jaskier-“

Jaskier puts his hands on Geralt’s shoulders and leans on, so their foreheads touch. “Geralt. The people here need you more than me, right now.”

He takes Geralt’s hand and places it on his chest, under his shirt. The skin is warmer- slightly hotter than it should be- and the rhythm of his breathing isn’t great, but it’s steady. It’s a cold, nothing that Jaskier can’t handle, after these years of travel.

“I’m still going to make you tea.”

Jaskier laughs, the sound broken up by his sore throat. “I suppose it wouldn’t be that easy to get out of, would it?”

Geralt doesn’t respond, just adds a more generous dollop of honey.

...

It’s a miracle that the hunt ends successfully at all- he’s distracted the whole time, thinking about Jaskier. He gets lucky with a few strikes, more reckless than wise, and ends it quickly, collecting his coin without counting it.

The smell of sickness is obvious at the top of the stairs, from the opposite end of the hallway.

Jaskier is in bed, under the blankets, and shivering, despite the heat of his skin. It permeates the air around him; Geralt doesn’t even have to touch him to feel the temperature. He puts a hand to Jaskier’s forehead anyway- running a fever, but not a dangerous one, yet. Any higher and he’ll have to seek out a healer, but there’s no point dragging Jaskier out of bed for the same tea they can make here, where he’s relatively comfortable.

His teacup sits empty at his bedside, and Geralt picks it up to fill it again, mixing stronger herbs, this time. Jaskier stirs and props himself up as Geralt works, blinking slowly, blearily.

“Ger-“

He cuts off with a cough, a deep, harsh sound. It makes Geralt’s ears ring, and he almost doesn’t notice Jaskier waving, gesturing for something.

“What is it?” He hates to make him talk, when his voice is clearly shot, but he can’t tell what he’s pointing at.

“Candle.” Jaskier clears his throat, trying again, with more success, “Some light, please.”

He spends a second debating whether Igni is too dangerous for a small target, then another fumbling with a match. He’s pretty sure he’s lit it, based on the heat around the wick, but Jaskier makes a low hum, confirming.

Once the candle is placed on the bedside table, next to a new cup of tea, Geralt sits at the edge of the bed, all his senses focused on Jaskier. He helps Jaskier sit up and drink, then goes still as Jaskier leans against him, under Geralt’s arm.

“I’d read you a bedtime story, but,” Geralt waves, vaguely in the direction of Jaskier’s notebook, now abandoned, “well, that’s usually your job.”

“Next time, I’ll slay the drowners, and you write the story,” Jaskier rasps and laughs, a breathy exhale.

They fall into silence for a few minutes, none of Jaskier’s usual chatter to fill it. He’s still awake- Geralt can tell from the pattern of his breathing- probably too uncomfortable to fall asleep. In the meantime, he’s making a valiant effort to drain the teacup. No amount of honey disguises the bitter medicinal herbs, and Jaskier’s sore throat makes him wince with every swallow, so it’s slow going.

“I’ll tell you a story, anyway,” Geralt offers, before he can second guess himself, “Of one my older hunts. Before I was blinded.”

It’s a strange memory to relive- the details are fuzzier than he thought they’d be. He’s struggling to recall the visual elements that Jaskier tends to prioritize when describing things, by habit. He does his best, and decides the color of the monster doesn’t actually make a difference. Jaskier has never been picky- always happy to know how things sounded, how they smelled, how they felt.

“Your world,” Jaskier told him, once, “is so vivid. I can’t even imagine it.”

“It’s missing a little something, too,” Geralt joked, only half-kidding.

“No,” Jaskier insisted, “it’s all of mine and more. Sounds and smells and textures I’ll never experience, except through you. Thank you, for sharing it with me.”

Jaskier hums contentedly now, starting to nod off halfway through the third story. His hands twitch, as if aching to take notes, but sleep finds him before he can fidget too much.

Geralt sits by him all night, carefully monitoring his breathing, heartbeat and temperature. He’s listening carefully for any change for the worse, but the medicine in the tea takes hold and Jaskier only improves as he sleeps.

(In the morning, Jaskier uses his newly healed voice to yell at Geralt for staying up all night, lecturing him again on taking care of himself.

It’s worth it, just to hear his voice again.)

#the witcher #geralt of rivia #jaskier #geraskier #blind!geralt #ive got at least one more of these in my drafts #been kind of burned out lately after i finished a long personal project

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writingforfunsblog · 4 years

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Ahoy Mermaids Pt 3

Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: Steve is a fearsome pirate captain, and Y/N is a mermaid that got a little too close to his ship.

I woke up frustrated, I needed my energy back so I could get the fuck out of here. I needed more food, and more sea water if I was ever going to be able to transform my legs again. I started screeching, wanting to get the guppy's attention. But it was not him that came running, but instead the Captain. He looked frazzled; his eyes wild. “What the fuck was that?” he stared at me. I glared back at him, making low growling noises. I didn’t want to see his stupid face; I wanted my guppy. “What? You not happy to see me?” he chuckled and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. “Why are you screaming? Are you hurt?” if I didn’t know better, I would have guessed he was worried about me. I stared at him, my mouth in a sneer. “You want to see Dustin, right? You guys are all buddy, buddy right?” he said, almost sounding angry. I didn’t want to further his anger, fearing what he would do. So, I said nothing, and looked down the at water, slowly flicking my tail. “What?” Is there something wrong with the water?” he came closer, looking down into the water, he made a disgusted face. “That’s nasty, I got to change that” He came a little closer, and kneeled next to the bath. “I have to get you out if you want me to change the water, are you okay if I pick you up?” he asked, his voice now gentle.

I looked at him, my eyes widened, but I nodded and braced myself to be lifted. He dipped one arm into the rancid water and looped it under my tail and one behind my back. With a huff he lifted me out of the water and carried me over to his bed, where he laid me down gently. He smiled charmingly at me, and I started at him, confused. Why was he being kind all of a sudden, I thought I was a prisoner, he didn’t care about my well-being. I assumed it was because he just didn’t want ‘damaged goods’ and didn’t give it much further thought.

He called some other crew members, some I recognized from that day that I was captured. They all helped carry the bath above deck, and soon it was brought back down, and slowly filled back up with fresh sea water, bucket by bucket. Each crew member stopped to look me over with wonder, all of them seemed the age of guppy’s, which I found strange for a pirate crew. Captain was there the whole time, standing dutifully beside me. Every once in a while, looking down at me with a smile.

Once the bath was filled, the Captain ordered everyone back to work, and then helped me back into the tub. The water felt amazing, and I happily sunk into it. “Is the water okay?” he asked, dunking his own hand in the water. Of course, he found it cold but to me, it was just the right temperature. I made happy chirping noises and grinned at him, he grinned back and stood up. “I’m going to get some fish and then check your shoulder, okay?” he nodded and then left the room.

I let the water soak into my skin, and I smiled to myself. He was being very kind now, I hoped he was enamored with me, like many people are with mermaids, and if that was true. Surely, he would release me, and I could go back home.

The door swung open again, he was carrying a plate with a dead fish on it, along with a medical kit. He smiled when he saw me and hurriedly sat down next to me, he opened the medical kit and looked my shoulder over. It had finally sealed shut enough to stop the bleeding, but Steve still wrapped it up after applying the medicine. “Is it okay?” he asked and I nodded. He then held up the fish “are you hungry?” I nodded again. He looked hesitant for a moment, before reaching behind me and untying my bounds. I looked at him, shocked. He was really untying me? Sure, he didn’t know I could walk, but still! “I’m trusting you” he said seriously, and handed me the plate. I gingerly took it, still staring at him. He gave me one last smile, and got up to leave. The lock clicking behind him.

I ate the fish in 3 bites and I stretched my arms, they had gotten stiff being stuck behind my back and it felt amazing to finally lift them above my head. A smile spread to my face, getting out was going to be easy now. With a few days more rest, I would be able to transform. Wait by the door until someone came in, take them out then jump over the rail back to sea. Easy.

I wasn’t alone for long before the Captain returned. He seemed excited to see me, grabbing a pillow from his bed, and setting it on the floor next to the tub, where he sat. “Can I ask you some questions?” he asked, looking at me with curiosity.

I cocked my head, looking at him with an equal look of curiosity. But I nodded my head anyways “Ok, so I’ll ask yes or no question” I nodded again. He looked beyond excited “okay first question, do you have a name?” I rolled my eyes and nodded. He at least looked embarrassed “oh r-right, of course you do. Dumb question. Next, do you know how to write?” he asked. I shook my head, of course I could write, but not in the human language he was expecting. He nodded to himself “so wait, you can understand me, but you can’t talk?”

I cocked my head and stared at him, deciding what I wanted to answer. “I can talk” I said softly. I swear his eyes were about to pop out of his head.

“You can talk!?” he shouted.

“Of course, I can talk” I answered.

He ran a hand threw his hear and shook his head “wow, okay, uh well if you can talk then what’s your name?”

“What’s your name?” I replied instead of answering him.

He looked surprised “uh, Steve. I’m Steve Harrington”

I nodded “Steve” I repeated. He perked up, and a blush spread across his face and he looked down. “Steve” I repeated again, lowering my voice. He started squirming and a smirk spread across my face as I reveled in what I was doing to him.

“Right, right. Steve, so uh what’s your name?”

I leaned in closer to him, my face inches from his. “Rachel” I whispered.

“(Y/N)” he whispered back and I smiled, leaning back into my tub.

“Yes, I am called Y/N”

“It’s uh, it’s beautiful” he mumbled, running a hand through his hair. “Really nice” He was cute when he was flustered, it was a nice change from his cocky arrogance. Though that was attractive in its own way. “Sooo, do you have any other tricks I should know about?”

I stared at him and smirked “none that you need to know about, no”

“I don’t suppose if I threatened you, you’d tell me all your little tricks”

“Fraid not Captain, mermaids are known to be able to tolerate a lot” I giggled, but Steve looked worried.

“Hey uh, I know I stabbed you and stuff, but that was in self-defense. You were going to eat me, but now that you’re not a threat, I’m not going to hurt you, I’m not going to let anyone hurt you” he said earnestly.

I was shocked, I had not expected him to be so kind. “Sorry that was weird” he was bright red by now, and he stood up quickly. “I’ll uh talk to you later” he mumbled and rushed out of the room. I smiled to myself, now allowing a blush to spread across my face. He could be adorable when he was flustered, and I hoped to see more of it soon. If things kept going like this, I could maybe even get him to let me go. Not having to go to the trouble of escaping myself.

I was left alone for the rest of the day after that, and despite how much I denied it, I was waiting for Steve’s return. He came as the sun was setting, along with the guppy. “Dustin!” I cheered, splashing my arms in the water happily.

“Oh shit, you can talk!” he gawked at me as I smiled at him.

“Ah yeah, forgot to tell you” I lolled my head to the side.

He crouched down next to me “fascinating, do you speak English with other mermaids? Or did you learn purely to talk to humans? Do you know other languages? How-”

“Dustin, one question at a time dude” Steve cut him off.

“Sorry” he mumbled before looking at me with an expecting gaze.

“Yes, mermaids in this area primarily speak English, my ancestors learned long ago to more easily lure humans into the water. Not all mermaids speak English, just like humans, they usually speak the native language. And no, I don’t know any other languages.”

Dustin's eyes widened “then what was with all the chirping and screaming, why didn’t you just talk to us from the beginning?”

I shrugged “I like to keep humans on their toes, besides, it’s pretty common knowledge that mermaids speak human language. How else do you think we lure humans into the water?”

“I-don’t mermaids have like a magic song that forces people into the water?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

I gave him an exasperated look “if we did, don’t you think I would have used it by now. It’s true we have beautiful singing voices, but we just sing regular old human songs. Humans are usually foolish enough to fall for our looks and song”

Dustin looked up at the man “dude, we should be writing this down! We could sell this info!” he turned back to me “what else don’t humans know?”

I scoffed “nothing else you need to know about”

“Come on, I need this knowledge! I’m on a curiosity voyage” Dustin whined. I almost found it adorable.

“Sorry guppy, that’s all for today. Maybe I’ll tell you something tomorrow” I thought about using knowledge as leverage, but I wasn’t sure they wanted to know that bad. And the only thing I really wanted to be free, which I knew wasn’t happening.

“Come on! Please! We won’t sell it, but can I write it in my journal?” the guppy pleaded, his mouth in a pout. I only shook my head and sunk further into the tub. Dustin hung his head and shuffled out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Steve sat on his bed, looking at me. “why are you even telling us this? Aren’t mermaids supposed to be secretive and stuff?”

I cocked my head, staring at him while he shifted uncomfortably. I finally shrugged and looked out the small window “I’m going to die anyways, I don’t really care anymore, and it makes the guppy happy”

“You’re not going to die; you’re just going to-”

I whipped my head towards him, my eyes ablaze with fury “I’m just going to live in a tank for humans to ogle at for the rest of my life” I snapped “I’d rather die”

Steve swallowed sharply “I-that won’t”

“What do you think is going to happen to me once you sell me? That I’ll be happy away from my home? I’m going to be nothing more than some rich assholes goldfish, and that’s if I’m lucky. If you sell me too a man who knows what he’ll do to me, I-”

Steve shot up “no!” he roughly ran a hand through his hair “that-that won’t happen! They’ll treat you well, treat you like a goddess-”

I scoffed “you’re delusional if you think that’s what's going to happen”

“You don’t know that! They aren’t all awful” he tried to defend.

I shook my head “what? Like you? I’m in a small tub I can’t swim in, and I’m being fed dead fish. This is no way to live Steve”

He stared at me “I-it’s only temporary”

“Yes, you’re only transporting ‘goods’, I’m nothing more than a quick buck”

“No, you’re not! I’m doing the best I can, where do you want me to put you? You can have my bed if you want, and if you want live fish, I’ll give you live fish”

“I WANT TO GO HOME!” I screeched, heaving with pure rage. Steve stared at me; shock written on his face.

In that moment, I couldn’t bare to be here a second longer. I was still not at full strength, but anger fueled me. I screamed as my tail split, Steve just watched me, a look of horror and disgust on his face. I stood up shakily, before bolting to the door. Dustin had forgotten to lock it, and I yanked it open, intending to run up the stairs. But something wrapped around my waist, I kicked my feeble legs out and thrashed against him, baring my teeth at him “let me go!” I screamed.

“No!” He yelled back, he kicked the door shut with his foot and threw me onto his bed, pinning me down. He was averting my gaze, but held my steady. The adrenaline was quickly waning and my tail started to form again. Steve got off me and looked at me with bewilderment. “How-how can you do that?” he breathed out.

I huffed and turned so I didn’t have to look at him. “Y/N...have you always been able to do that?” he questioned, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I didn’t answer, he didn’t deserve an answer. “I-why haven’t you attacked me in my sleep?”

I looked at him then, it was a fair question. Why not just kill him and leave? “It’s painful” I whispered. Tear formed in my eyes, from exhaustion and frustration.

“I-yeah, it didn’t look very pleasant” he laughed nervously.

“Please let me go” I whimpered, tear now falling. Steve looked conflicted, no sign of the cocky asshole that he was only a few days ago.

“I don’t want to” he whispered, putting his head in his hands. “You’re worth too much”

I halfheartedly rolled my eyes “yeah, I'm sure you’re going to get a pretty penny for me”

“That’s not what I-ugh never mind” he stood up, walking to the door “you can sleep in my bed tonight, I’ll find somewhere else” then he left. Leaving me alone to wallow on my own. I didn’t have the energy to transform again, and while I knew my tail would dry out overnight, Steve’s bed sure was comfy. And with all this wasted energy, I quickly found myself drifting off to sleep.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #pirate!Steve #mermaid!reader #stranger things

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paladinsheadcanons · 6 years

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What are champs like in bed? Likes dislikes? And I do mean this in a more sfw way. I'm just curious xP. P.s. Inara is bae

I will assume you meant how they sleep or their night routine, because otherwise I have no idea about this.

- Mod Ash

Makoa: Does not really need much sleep, so he often meditates, reads, or talks to people when he is given time to rest. Sometimes he will take long walks when he’s restless, and would take hours to finish it, because he will definitely spend twenty minutes staring at a flower or other things. He sometimes tries writing, but is often unsatisfied with his work, and he just rests or meditates it off.

Fernando: He washes his face, takes care of it, and nitpicks on tiny imperfections until he gets too tired to do anything else. He will make himself a sangria or just have a plain glass of wine to lull himself to sleep, where he keeps warm mood lights around his bed and soft music playing. On work days he forgets the skincare routine, but the lights and music stay.

Ruckus: Will often don’t bother and will sleep in Bolt, still in his suit. He thinks it does not matter much, because there’s not much else to do. If he feels like it, he will change to something more comfortable, but will often drag along Bolt to wherever he’s sleeping. He may dislike him a bit but he won’t leave him to “sleep” somewhere cold.

Barik: Often spends his nights crouched down on the drawing board, with a cup of coffee, trying to plan things or fix any existing schematics. If not, he would be on the floor attempting to make something. When he actually tucks himself in bed, sleep goes as fast as it comes, and most of his energy comes from sources that aren’t sleep. The amount of coffee he drinks is concerning.

Ash: Haphazardly wipes off her makeup, drops her armor somewhere, and often doesn’t bother switching out of her fatigues before dropping herself straight to bed. If she’s not too tired, she will wash her hair, get a clean shirt on, and maybe read something if she’s having difficulty sleeping. Otherwise, she’s passed out the second her head hits the pillow. She’s very hard to wake up since she has a strict routine.

Torvald: Reads a lot before bedtime, often to the point that he forgets to sleep. His bed is soft and he has lots of pillows propped up for a comfortable sitting position, and he usually has either the music or radio playing as he reads things that aren’t research related. Sometimes, he makes himself tea before he tucks himself in, in which he often sleeps lightly for a few hours before waking up.

Inara: Almost doesn’t sleep. Oftentimes she takes long walks and tends to her garden, otherwise her long walks involve her admiring views, if there is any. Sometimes she tries to tire herself by reading poetry to herself (or any wildlife nearby) before she attempts to “sleep.” She rests for a full day and can somehow stay awake for a week after that.

Drogoz: He always has some fraction of his hoard nearby him or tucked close, if he’s not sleeping nearby the entire thing. He often likes admiring his collection of wealth and trinkets, as well as cleaning everything and keeping track of the more valuable stuff. He often talks to himself and reads fairytales to himself before he decides its time to sleep. He never sleeps deep enough to be undisturbed.

Bomb King: Doesn’t sleep. It’s like he needs to. He greatly enjoys the fact that he doesn’t need to rest, and he often goes around at times he’s asked to “rest” to prank people and make them panicky for no reason other than his own entertainment. He usually ends up entertaining himself by burning something apparently important.

Cassie: Sensitive to coffee or any caffeine; once she drinks a sip of coffee or anything caffeinated, she will stay awake until 3AM. Otherwise, she has a strict sleeping schedule, and often sleeps with her valuables close to her. She has a journal she almost religiously writes on before bed, and her window stays open for Ziggs.

Lian: Undressing and retiring for the night almost feels like a ritual, as Lian takes her sweet time changing to more comfortable clothing. Surprisingly sleeps late, and takes her time with taking care of herself and washing herself before going to bed, where she reads reports or work things with tea in hand before deciding randomly that she wants to tuck herself in.

Kinessa: What is sleep? She chugs coffee every day and night and still somehow manages to be tired enough to sleep because coffee just doesn’t work anymore. She��s going to sleep in an ungodly hour in the night because why not. She will often spend time cleaning her rifle or shooting random things from her window before she gets bored and lies down to do things until she passes out.

Sha Lin: Hygiene is very important for him, so he takes a shower, washes his hair, brushes his teeth and gargles before he changes to better clothes. He sleeps light, so he sometimes doesn’t bother trying to lull himself and either just passes out in seconds or spends an hour thinking about things he may have done differently. Any anxiety is gone the instant he wakes up, however.

Viktor: Sleep is rather difficult for him, and sometimes he forgets to sleep, but sometimes he just doesn’t want to. He often reads, throws things around, and sometimes has to physically force himself to lie down. When he does lie down, his head is just filled with thoughts, and just thinks that lying down is better for him than not sleeping altogether. He often ends up dozing off eventually, although lightly.

Tyra: Has several layers of furry blankets on her bed, and could not sleep without at least one or two over her, even on hot days. Often reads a few chapters of a book before she sleeps, or just lie down thinking about things. Sleeping takes her a while, and is a little difficult to wake up. Very cuddly, and has huge long pillows to cuddle against.

Willo: She is still rather young, so she sleeps pretty long, on flower-shaped beds back in her home where she curls in like a bee finding their home in nature. There is not much ritual to it, but some of her fellow faeries think she sleeps either too much or too little and makes efforts to improve her rest. Willo finds them intrusive.

Evie: Often very restless, and has lots of unused energy she has no idea where to use. Her sleep schedule is sporadic and unpredictable, and often decides that she wants to sleep right in the middle of something important. When she does decide to sleep the most she can do is switch to comfier clothes and maybe remove her makeup before she drops down unconscious on soft sheets.

Skye: Switches to extremely soft clothes, bunny slippers and all. She has some entertainment like music, books, or movies close by, and depending on the day she’s going to immerse herself in it while she takes a long, relaxing bath in the tub, with scrubs and oils and all. She does the more relaxing version of this once a week, while on normal days she just sticks to music on the shower before tucking herself in fluffy sheets.

Androxus: He sleeps surprisingly okay, although he dozes off lightly most of the time because he’s become more alert on his surroundings ever since he got cursed. He still attempts to make the whole sleeping experience easier or more normal, like changing to comfier clothes or music or trying to lucid dream, however those attempts have mixed results and he often just settles with what he can do. He doesn’t sleep much but he still needs his short, occasional naps.

Buck: He does not have much to his ways of sleeping, but often he finds himself returning to his old, monk ways and sitting by his bed to just meditate. Often he doesn’t have time to, so he can only do so successfully around once a week; otherwise he would either have a cup of tea or read a book until he dozes off and forgets to put away the cup or the book. He sleeps with the lights on and dozes off rather lightly, as he feels safer.

Maeve: Loves fluffy clean blankets more than anything else in the world. Usually changes to clean clothes before going to bed, if possible, and looks out on the view if there is any before she tucks herself in. She has bought herself a stuffed toy with all the money she has stolen, and it is a bit worn but well-loved. Sleep often comes to her fast.

Zhin: He has a fancy bed he tucks himself in, and his night routine is usually quick – he polishes his sword, maybe throws something around, and maybe takes a walk around the area just to get some fresh air, otherwise it’s straight to bed for him. He always has a weapon of some form nearby and he wouldn’t sleep without a means of protecting himself. There’s always a knife under his pillow at his home.

Lex: Rather restless at night, and would often do other things in favor of sleeping, like chores, coffee, or watching other people do other things. When he tucks himself to bed, he falls asleep rather quickly and has no ritual or routine to it, but he snores when he’s extremely tired and is very vocal when he’s seeing something nasty in his dreams. Sleeps rather light and straight, like how a corpse would lay down on a coffin.

Mal’Damba: Often forgets that he has alotted rest time because he busies himself with so much chores and social interaction that he just plain forgets he needs to sleep. He will tend to what his snakes need, and that would take an hour or so because sometimes he would sing to them, and later on goes to bed without much ritual to himself. He sleeps rather normally and wakes up early most of the time.

Pip: Is often more awake at night, and takes long naps at the morning. At night is when he is more creative, so he’s up most of the night as he works and deals with anything he needs to work on. Because of his different sleep schedule, he only has a short window of time to talk to other people, but he doesn’t mind it. He can still stay rather energetic during daytime when he doesn’t sleep, however.

Grover: It takes him a long while to prepare for his rest, and when he does, he takes root, letting the soil and the wildlife near him fuel him. He slumbers for a week or more when he does, and he lets himself be a part of nature as he lets any rage boil down and dissolve to the soil beneath him. When he uproots himself, he is awake and living for a month, or even a year, if he times it right or if no one disturbs him.

Grohk: Likes playing around with his powers, and oftentimes likes playing around and zapping things. When he tries to rest he feels like he can’t, or he shouldn’t. When he is at home he likes taking advantage of the fact that he’s chieftain and have other orcs help him out with preparing or relaxing, like having them get hot water for his feet. You can’t disturb him when he’s tucked in, please don’t try.

Seris: She sleeps rather quickly, but as she rests her spiritual form leaves and wanders around dimensions, giving her dreams, so her consciousness never really rests. Oddly, this is therapeutic to her, as she is in her better, stronger form observing the world around her. She “sleeps” rather deep and long; her rests can last for 10 hours or more, but its enough to last her a good long while.

Ying: Goes to sleep at either 8PM or 12MN, there’s no in-between. She has a skincare routine she follows to the letter, and she will do it for an hour if she has to. Usually listens to music and tries to play music herself when she’s attempting to sleep, or she does small chores around the room before attempting to go to bed. She falls asleep almost instantly.

Jenos: He almost doesn’t sleep. It’s a bit scary to people who have just met him. He often just stares at the sky at night and it seems calming and resting enough for him. When he does sleep more human-like, he stacks pillows by the headboard and sits himself up before he attempts to doze off, in which he “falls asleep” rather quickly.

Strix: Sleep is rather difficult for him, so he tries to distract himself with things at night, and often ends up not sleeping at all. He would read, watch things, dance and listen to music, and often try weird hobbies for the first time. He has odd sleeping schedules; he only sleeps for two or three hours at a time and takes a lot of naps throughout the day.

Talus: He has a small stuffed toy, which is falling apart and quite literally held together by threads. He sleeps in weird corners of the room and is very restless when he does get a shuteye. He’s been caught several times around the place in odd sleeping positions. Some people think he sleepwalks. No one has really confirmed it.

Terminus: He doesn’t sleep. It’s rather hard to. When he is given time to “rest” he sometimes lies down and tries to, hoping he won’t wake up, but he does and he has stopped trying as it frustrates him. He ends up staring at things and trying to do mundane things he used to do, but the night always ends with him staring at a wall one way or another, more angry at himself than anything else.

Vivian: Her room has several locks, and she makes sure all her curtains are closed and her windows are locked and makes it routine to check around her entire room before she goes to bed. She rarely does anything non-work related, and mostly checks profiles or scoop on people before she tucks herself in. Her bedside lamp is dimmed and warm and is left on when she sleeps, right beside a weapon of some form.

Moji: She often rests with Po-Li, who she takes great care of, making sure they are fed and taken care of before she herself rests, often also with Po-Li. She shares her food with them and talks to them about the day (even if they can’t respond) before she grabs them both a blanket and a soft pillow to rest on, where she’d pet Po-Li until both of them gets rather drowsy. They often sleep quick and wake up at almost the same time.

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Traitor

Anonymous asked: I heard that prompts are open again! I was wondering if you could maybe write something about Anxiety in the last video. I headcanon that he is protecting himself by not revealing his name. Some angst would be great? Polysanders or Moxiety is preferable. Thank you! - Hazelwood Anon

Ok, so I decided to to Moxiety, because a) I haven’t written that much of it. And b) I feel like if they don’t know his name, it’s unlikely they would be dating already, and I’ve written a few fics about poly sanders getting together now. Anyway I hope you like it. I had fun with this, there was this big evil grin on my face the whole time. Also if you missed my earlier post, go check out Traitor by Daughtry. It fits Anxiety’s mood in the second half pretty well.

Patton hadn’t meant to get involved. He’d just been passing by the common area and the sound of a whispered argument had caught his attention. Curious, he’d ducked inside to see Logic and Prince hissing at each other, bent over a pile of notebooks.

“What’s going on over here?” he’d asked. The two of them had exchanged glances, and then explained.

Now looking down at notebook in his hand, on of Anxiety’s journals, feeling uneasy. Patton wished he hadn’t asked.

“I don’t know you guys,” he said, “This doesn’t feel right. We should just put them back.”

Roman huffed. “I did not go through all the trouble of sneaking them out from under Hot Topic’s nose to just put them back,” he sniffed. “Besides, you’re curious too.”

“It’s not as if any of plan to read these journals in depth, or anything,” Logan said. “We’re just scanning them to see if his name’s written down anywhere in them. I can understand your misgivings, but the only other item in his room that might have given us this information is his laptop, which is password protected.”

Patton looked down again. He really did want to learn Anxiety’s name. He’d wanted to know it for a while. Despite their contrasting natures, Patton had grown quite fond of the surly side.

In fact, they had started spending more time together recently. It had started after Patton had made a batch of cookies from a new recipe, and had been looking for someone to taste test with. Logic and Prince had both been busy, so he’d gone and knocked on Anxiety’s door.

For once, instead of staying locked away, the other had opened up his door. They’d then spend the afternoon eating cookies and watching Netflix on Anxiety’s bed. Anxiety had made sarcastic comments the whole time, but Patton hadn’t minded. They were usually pretty funny anyway.

And Anxiety hadn’t minded when he’d made jokes or puns. He never told Patton to be quiet, or that his jokes were bad. In fact he’d even laughed at them! He’d kept covering his mouth, but he still laughed. Although Patton was determined to get him to laugh without hiding it someday.

And that afternoon had started a pattern. More often than not, when Logic was busy reading or grading, and Prince was off on some adventure, Patton had wandered over to spend time with Anxiety.

In that time, he’d learned so much about the other. He’d learned the way Anxiety ducked his head when he was shy. He’d learned the way the other couldn’t quite resist singing along to his favorite songs when they started playing. He’d learned the way Anxiety’s eyes lit up when he started talking about history, which as it turned out was his favorite subject.

And every bit of new information he had learned only made Patton want to know more and more. He wanted to know everything there was to Anxiety, to memorize every inch of him, to build an image he could keep close to his heart.

So he’d kept showing up, knocking hopefully on Anxiety’s door. And Anxiety hadn’t pushed him away, which had given Patton the faintest fluttering feeling of hope that maybe, just maybe, Anxiety felt the same way he did.

One thing he had yet to learn though was Anxiety’s name. That’s why he’d asked in the last video. He’d been so excited when Anxiety had said yes. But then it hadn’t turned out to be real, and he’d been so disappointed.

He stared at the notebook in his lap. Anxiety’s name might be just pages away.

“Except for you, Patton, you’re cool”

Anxiety’s earlier words drifted through his head. And that was when Patton knew he couldn’t do it.

“No, guys, this is just wrong. It’s an invasion of his privacy. I’m putting them back,” he said firmly, yanking the journals out of Logic and Prince’s hands, gathering them up in his arms.

“Oh come on!” Prince protested, just as Logan interjected. “Really, Morality, this is quite unnecessary.”

But before Patton could scold either of them, there was a voice from behind.

“Guys? What’s going on?”

Patton turned around slowly, to see Anxiety rubbing his eyes and looking at them in confusion. As he turned, Anxiety’s eyes fell to Patton’s hands.

“Are-are those my journals? Where the hell did you get those?” Anxiety did not sound happy. Patton opened his mouth to explain, but Prince interrupted him before he could.

“We were trying to find out your name,” Prince informed him, “Since you refused to tell us earlier”

“You what!” Anxiety was furious now. Patton desperately wanted to explain that he hadn’t wanted to, that he was going to give the journals back. But Logic spoke up before he could.

“I understand you might be upset, Anxiety,” he said. “But honestly, we wouldn’t have gone to such extremes if you weren’t being so stubborn. We only were looking for your name, not your deepest secrets.”

Anxiety barked out a laugh. “You guys pull shit like this, and think I’ll trust you with my name? Like hell I’m ever telling you now!” Then his eyes fell on Patton, full of anger and hurt. “And you! I can’t believe you went along with this. I thought you were better than that. I can’t believe I ever trusted you.”

Patton felt the words hit him like a bullet to the chest, staggering back a step from the sheer venom in Anxiety’s voice. All his explanations died his throat, as he watched through tear-filled eyes as Anxiety stormed from the room. He’d ruined everything.

“I hope you’re happy,” he eventually managed to say, refusing to look at the other two. “I really hope you’re pleased with yourselves.”

With that he left the room, trying not to sob. He’d go put the notebook in his room. He could try to give them back later. If Anxiety would even let him in. He doubted the other ever would again now. He couldn’t blame him.

Anxiety let the door slam behind him, not caring what the others thought. After a moment of thought, he made sure to lock it behind him as well. Clearly he needed to be more careful when it came to privacy.

Once the door had been locked, he threw himself on to his bed, hands clenching around one of his favorite pillows. He should have known, he should have known it was too good to be true.

He pulled the pillow closer to him. He didn’t care that much about Logic and Prince stealing his journals. Sure he was mad, but he couldn’t be all that surprised. Prince didn’t like him, and Logic was terrible with social and emotional stuff. But Patton?

Anxiety swallowed hard. That hurt, that hurt a lot. He’d trusted Patton, he’d thought that the other was different. He’d thought all the time they’d been spending together had meant something. He’d, well, he’d thought a lot of things. None of them mattered now.

Patton had gone behind his back. Patton had decided his curiosity mattered more than Anxiety’s privacy. Patton had proved that when it came down to it he didn’t what Anxiety felt at all.

In fact, Anxiety thought, his mood growing even darker, maybe this had been a trick all along. Maybe the real reason Patton had been spending so much time with me was just to get my name out of me. After all he was the one to push earlier during the video.

Anxiety could feel his anger beginning to rise again. Well, if that’s how things were going to be, fine. He didn’t need Patton anyway. If the other thought he could act all nice, then go right around and stab Anxiety in the back first chance he got, he had best think again.

Anxiety ignored the small pang if his heart that protested the vicious thoughts. The small part of him that had recently begun to whisper hopes about what he and Patton might be together. He had no reason to feel guilty. He wasn’t the villain here. He wasn’t the thief. He wasn’t the traitor. Patton had been the one to fire the first shot. He was just going to make sure this never happened again. And if he had to cut all ties with the others, so be it.

Anxiety pushed himself upright, a dark kind of determination now flowing through him. He’d show Patton that he wasn’t going to take this kind of betrayal lying down. If he was so damn curious about Anxiety, then Anxiety would indulge him, by showing him exactly how nasty he could get.

And as for his name? That would stay under lock and key, forever.

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I heard that prompts are open again! I was wondering if you could maybe write something about Anxiety in the last video. I headcanon that he is protecting himself by not revealing his name. Some angst would be great? Polysanders or Moxiety is preferable. Thank you! - Hazelwood Anon