Oooh... This is a tough one, mainly because I don't really use candles (candles and cats unfortunately do not mix!) but from when I try out the scents in shops, I would have to say... Either something with lavender, or berries!
10. When was the last time you laughed so hard you cried? (Or just felt really good afterwards)
Probably last week, I'd say? I was playing Ghostbusters: Spirits Unleashed with my best friend, and I think one of us said something (I can't remember what it was, we say a lot of funny things to one another - it could have possibly been me with the phrase 'bustin' makes me feel good' because it's both Ghostbusters and hilarious) or perhaps a couple weeks ago, when me and my friend (same guy) were playing Monopoly on the xbox. We say some... Wild shit, during Monopoly, let me tell you.
24. Who is your best friend?
That would be the wonderful @rey-is-not-a-skywalker - we've known each other 5 years or so, and I swear they know me better than I know myself? E.g, when I went to him about me being autistic, the conversation went like this;
Me: I think I might be autistic
Them: ...... I thought you already knew??
Turns out they knew from pretty much the very beginning. We've been tight friends ever since - we write together, play games together, all sorts. We met at a bit of a rough time in my social life, and I am very thankful he's stuck with me through the highs and lows. I could yap for AGES.
Love you bor <3
Hiiii Haiii helloo... I've made a 18+ server for the nerds who wish to be with their people and find a safe community for all! It's a multi-fandom server, so all are welcome!
We're a small community of gamers, readers and film nerds who are just looking to find more people to talk to! We're from all across Europe, but hoping to find people from across the world that would be happy to join us.
We play games frequently, such as Fortnite, Stardew, Call of Duty, Minecraft, Apex, Overwatch, Dead By Daylight, Outlast Trials, Sea of Thieves and more!
We are also planning movie nights (run by my friend) hopefully weekly, with votes on the next film and genre. AGAIN, this is an 18+ server as we don't fancy babysitting or moderating ourselves and what we say to each other. Though we don't tolerate discrimination of any kind, including hate speech, anything else is on the table!
Please take some time to help us grow and we hope you feel welcomed into our space. Thank you all!
After a very.... Emotionally eventful (just under) 24 hours, I have returned! I had no emails prior to or post account termination or even after my account had been restored. It was only thanks to a friend of mine mentioning that a friend of hers got their account back (we were terminated the same day, for no reason) that I thought to check!
Yes, Your Majesty - Chapter 1 - A Royal!Loustat Fic
This is dystopian fantasy rendition of Interview with the Vampire, inspired by a mixture of TVC book series and the IWTV television series. Please note that there may be some sensitive topics within later chapters, though the first is tame... (there may be some smutty parts in later chapters...) 😊 Warnings will be listed as needed before each chapter! Please also keep in mind that this is the first big project I have done in a WHILEEE, as I've only just gotten my scholarly ass out of school, and the burnout is finally coming to an end... Please enjoy, and if you enjoy my work, please don’t be afraid to leave me some asks in my Tumblr inbox (@rey-is-not-a-skywalker for my AO3 readers, @witchycoree for my Tumblr readers) and interact if you’d like to support my future endeavors! Side note, there will be a song/piece of music linked to every chapter. A LOT of my inspiration comes from music, and I’d really like my readers to feel the same way I did while writing the chapter! No obligation to listen to the song of course, but if you want the full experience, I’d recommend it! <3 Okay enough yap. Enjoy!
Warnings: Mentions of blood, biting, blasphemy, aggression & severe class division. (I am in no way supporting or degrading differing social classes, this is for the purpose of dystopian fantasy fiction and the wider context I am bringing to the story.)
Song of the chapter: Sonata in E Flat Major
Chapter 1: The Brat King
Tyrant. Oppressor. Authoritarian. These were just some of the words used to describe His Majesty Lestat de Lioncourt. Of course, he had a large number of ‘fans’ too, though they were best described as sycophants, sucking up to him only for their own gain. This was common among the capital, with the King holding frequent, lavish public events for those who were rich or prestigious enough to attend. Such events were invite-only, for the best of the best, in the King’s terms. Of course, the King did not invite each and every one of his guests in a separate fashion; he did not bother to meddle in moral affairs. He had servants. People who were subservient to him no matter what the cost. They were rarely sighted, these servants, for the King often declared that they were best heard and not seen, for reasons unknown. An invite to one of the King’s parties could mean a few things – firstly, that you were rich, and could afford to buy your way in. Secondly, that you had somehow managed to capture his attention (though this was not common amongst mortals, especially those from a noble background), or finally that you had exceedingly delicious blood. He had a sense for this particular factor, often making a show of ‘taste testing’ around his kingdom. Those who were randomly chosen for the tastings would either be completely drained of their ‘tainted blood’, or grant themselves an invite to His Majesty’s next ball.
The King’s vampiric nature was not a secret by any means, and not just for the residents of his kingdom. In fact, it is one of the main reasons he is still in power. He himself knows that if he had behaved the way he does as a mortal king, he would have been overthrown, overruled, or even sentenced to death by his own people. But he was no mere mortal. He controlled death. There was nobody like Lestat de Lioncourt in any kingdom across the world. Most other rulers both feared and hated him in equal measure. Other vampires (though there were not many left after the great war), did not dare to attempt to step up to his claim to the throne. There was only one person Lestat felt vaguely threatened by, but he knew that he would not have to worry about the much older vampire ruler for a long time coming, especially with the kingdom he ruled being so far from Lestat’s.
His majesty’s reputation had earned him the title ‘The Brat King’ amongst many lower class mortals, but anybody from the respectable upper class didn’t dare to utter such a nickname. You never know where Lestat’s cronies or spies may be observing you. Your own best friend could be one. Your own husband. Your wife, your children... Nobody in the upper class was safe from His Majesty’s watchful eye. Should you be caught speaking ill of the king, or even accused of it, you’d find yourself drained of your blood by the king himself. This was a weekly ritual for him, an activity he looked forward to at the end of the week to wind down. He delighted in playing with his food, sparing only those who had the most prodigious of musical talents. Those people would go on to be a part of his personal orchestra, though even they were not entirely safe from his wrath. One wrong note, one out of tune string, and he would slit the throat of the offender with his inhumanely sharp nails, giving them a slow, painful death while they choked on their own blood.
Presently, the King was strutting around his empty ballroom, the click of his heel echoing on the marble floors. He inspected each corner of the room, gloved hands interlinked behind his back. The room was perfect, pristine. He was ready. He looked to the side for a moment, focusing all of his energy on his orchestra. They began to flood into the ballroom at his will, taking their position mechanically as his ear bled from power consumption. He pivots on his heel to face them, his robe swaying in a dramatic fashion around him, framing him like a large painting. He lifts his arms to greet them, his head tilting to the side ever so slightly. Wiping the blood from his ear away, he approached them with a swaying strut, moving on to inspect each member of the orchestra. He makes sure each of them are in line, perfectly placed to his liking. The ball was soon to begin, and he was in an elated mood.
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Finally, as the midnight toll played, it was time. Nobels and specially chosen mortals began to flood the marble ballroom as the orchestra played a beautiful, jaunty piece laced with mystery that told an opulent story, bringing an air of glee to the ballroom. People conversed as they waited for the king to make his grand appearance, grouping up into superficial cliques based entirely on wealth. Those who could afford to buy their way into the King’s court stayed together, almost entirely blocking out the ones who received an invite. Regardless of grouping, each guest was adequately dressed, for the King would not take any less than beautiful into his ballroom.
As the music reached its crescendo, His Majesty came sauntering down the stairs, wine-coloured velvet cloak flowing behind him like the flames of a grand bonfire. Mortals clapped. Raised glasses to him. Cheered at the very sight of him. And he basked in every moment of the glory, finding his way to the center of the room to be truly admired by the humans around him. Every heeled step he took grew louder with passion and grace as the parade of sycophants tried to converse with him. For now, he brushed them all off, acting as though he hadn’t noticed they were there, before finally beginning to speak.
“Let us all commence with the festivities, after a few words...” He takes a slow look around to his people, his lips curling into a slight smirk. “Some of you shall be chosen tonight for the grand finale... A magnifique display that I am sure you shall all be looking forward to. Now... We shall commence with the first dance of the night!”
With a flourish of his cape, be instantly begins to look for a dance partner as the orchestra plays a jovial tune to begin the night. His eyes quickly lay on a noblewoman in a pristine white ballgown, akin to a wedding dress. His hand lay on her waist and in but a moment, he pulled her into a waltz, his piercing grey eyes boring into her pretty little mind. The woman did not shy away from him at all, much like the rest of the nobles in attendance, she was only there to capture his attention, and she had done so without even having to try. Or so she thought. All too soon, the King chose a new partner, giving them the same piercing gaze, before switching to another, and another. It was hard to figure out exactly who or what he was searching for, until finally, he found himself drawn to one guest in particular, a man, who seemed to be trying to avoid the king. This only filled Lestat with more excitement; oh, how he loved when insolent little mortals tried to defy him. It made their punishment all the more thrilling.
As he pulled the suited man into his grasp, there was little physical resistance. The king simply had to know what this gorgeous mortal man was thinking. “Such defiance will not get you far in my vicinity...” Lestat purred sensually to the man, still swaying him in his arms. “For most mortals, that is the truth. But you... You are different, hm? I can sense it within you... A fire that cannot be put out...” The King continued to peer into the man’s mind, becoming ever more intrigued with each neural pathway he found himself exploring. Despite his coos, the man did not speak back to the King at all. Instead, he had a defiant look on his face that made Lestat giddy with excitement. Despite his earlier warning, Lestat could not resist such a beauty, especially when they challenged him. “The silent type, are we? Let’s see...” Still swaying with the music, Lestat’s eyes widened as he began to cloud the mind of the man he was dancing with, causing him to stumble slightly in their dance. The King supported him, holding him closer and tighter as he struggled to navigate the ballroom in his clouded state.
“Louis... Louis is your name...” The King cooed, the name sounding oh-so-sweet on his viper’s tongue.
"Get... the fuck... out of my head...” Louis mumbled, his brows furrowing into a gaze that almost matched the King’s, though it was lined with far more hatred than his. At this, the King chuckled, like a pretentious nobleman who had just witnessed someone using a desert fork for their salad.
“Non, petite bouchée, I don’t think I will... you are the most interesting in the room. So much anger directed towards me, and yet here we are... Swaying together like a couple in love... Oh, but you don’t love me, do you? No... You came here... to kill me... HAH!” The King exclaims, and there are gasps of a revealed scandal from the onlooking crowd. Now that he has discovered what he wanted to, he releases Louis’ mind from the fog, encouraging the man to speak back. After he catches his breath again, he speaks.
“I didn’t come here to kill you, Your Majesty.” He spits the title out as though it is venom on his tongue. “I’m here to banish you back to that hellhole you crawled out of.” Now, the king stops with the dancing, holding Louis to his chest, leaning into his face, towering over him with his royal hand on Louis’ lower back. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that, petite? Wooden stakes and cloves of garlic?” The King is having far too much fun, and it is only increased with Louis’ next statement.
“The Lord will bring you justice, tyrant king.”
Another laugh, this time a hearty one.
“The Lord? Please, His power pales in comparison to me. Your Lord will not save you from anything. He is weak, powerless. Are you going to pray for your kingdom, hm?” As he speaks, he forces Louis into a more uncomfortable, back-bending position. Louis doesn’t seem to have an answer for the King, his words failing him completely. It makes Lestat wonder what caused such bravery in him to attend his ball with such motivations, and no means to act them out himself. But he didn’t bother to investigate it for now. He had the information he desired, and that was enough for him to work off of. He had also found the perfect candidate for his grand finale; the feeding.
After a pause, and a smile, Lestat straightens up Louis’ back once more, holding his hand up, presenting him to the crowd. “Ladies and gentlemen!” He starts, dramatically. “I have found your final attraction!” Louis attempts to break away from Lestat’s grasp, to no avail. “Though, final may be a strong word...” He says with a lowered voice, almost directing it to Louis himself. “I can hardly contain my hunger for the feast... Perhaps... I will have you now...” By the time Louis tries to defend himself, Lestat had already made up his mind.
He brought Louis close to him again, as onlookers watched and cheered, forcing the mortal man to his knees before him. Louis found that he could not move, his body did not want to listen to him, and with one, clawed finger, he began by slicing the side of Louis’ neck, licking the sweet blood from his finger. He did not expect much to come from the gesture, but when the blood touched his tongue, he might have been able to feel his black heart beat with excitement, if he still had a working one. In silence, he looked down at Louis for a moment, then, without another word, bared his fangs and leaned down to feed from the man’s neck. The audience, especially the frequent members to Lestat’s castle, had never seen such an intense feeding.
As Louis twitched and wailed from the King’s gluttony, the audience clapped and cheered the King on. They had hoped to see a lifeless corpse as the king pulled away, but much to their distain, the king pulled away a minute too soon for such an event to occur. Louis looked dazed now, swaying slightly with a shaky breath. The King was right – his Lord could not save him now. Nobody could. Nobody would. But what Louis did not expect, was for the King to lift his chin to force eye contact, and utter; “I think I may just have to keep you around, petit mortel...”
last song: twin sized mattress by the front bottoms
last movie: we need to talk about kevin
last book: am i a bad reader if i say i dont remember :/
last tv show: girl meets world........
sweet/savory/spicy: ive got the biggest sweet tooth
relationship status: taken
last thing i googled: what section of the store is q tips
looking forward to: turning 21 in a few months and finishing the semester
current obsession(s): bungo stray dogs
tagging: @melloneah @countjortula @lawlietscaramels and anyone else who wants to do it!! (im too anxious to tag ten of u i dont know u guys enough for that and i am convinced if i tag any of my moots that i dont know well i will be executed with bricks)
last song: I don't remember, we were playing songs I didn't know on the car drive home
last movie: Fight Club
last book: I just finished the last book of the wheel of time about 5 minutes ago. I've been reading the series for 2 or 3 years now. I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH MYSELF.
last tv show: psych. since then I've been watching YouTube.
sweet/savoury/spicy: sweet > savoury >>>>>>>>>>>>> spicy. my body cannot handle that shit (thank you childhood diet of pasta and bread)
relationship status: wouldn't you like to know/silly. single. married to my work?
last thing I googled: ship art poses
looking forward to: nothing big or exciting. er. dinner.
current obsession(s): Rie and Rehn. Naturally.
no pressure tags @aizawashuichi and @nic0-r0bs (I am not even following 10 people so that's... yeah. Anyone's free to reblog though!!)
Last song: Any song from Epic the Musical, but I think the last one was Thunderbringer
Last Movie: Spiderman (2002)
Last Book: Howl's Moving Castle, I've almost finished Castle in the Air as well
Last TV show: completed? Devil May Cry. Ongoing: Dragon Prince and rewatch of Romantic Killer (my bf is LOVING it but won't admit it)
Sweet/Savoury/Spicy: savoury, but spicy as well (savoury means I use a lot of wine, herbs and spices while cooking - and I mean A LOT, but I like hot food as well)
Relationship status: I live with my bf, we're not getting married because it costs too much (and our relatives would become a NIGHTMARE if we had a small ceremony) but we consider ourselves married
Last thing I googled: not work related? The leaflet of some meds (I have a nightmarish toothache), but the previous one was more light-hearted: meaning of flowers (for my Wammy's House courses)
Looking forward to: nothing (which is quite sad actually) (I have no concerts nor trips scheduled) (last night I dreamt about coming back to Finland, maybe it's a sign). I'd like to come back to my friends or family (I live far away from basically all of them). And go to the gym. Maybe read on my hammock if it's sunny.
Current obsession(s): Epic the Musical, our vegetable garden, baking, writing/drawing November 8th 1997
Last song: Minor Holiday by Sparkbird and Stephan Nance
Last movie: Inside (Bo Burnham)
Last book: I don’t read often enough to remember sadly, though I do plan on reading Carry On by Rainbow Rowell soon.
Last TV show: The Disastrous Life of Saiki K
Sweet/savory/spicy: Savory
Relationship status: Dating my boyfriend while also being married to my amazing husband with an adopted child
Last thing I googled: “t” (Yup, that’s it.)
Looking forward to: Seeing the Addams Family musical soon
Current obsession(s): CRK and Bojack Horseman
(Casually tags people I don’t really interact with but I think are cool and some who follow me who I also think are cool) @lilbilll @xxvioriththefoxxx @crunchmunchmunchcrunch @therealranunculus …that’s it. I have zero people to @.
Sweet/spicy/savory: Eugh, sweet gives me the ick lately and I have no spice tolerance sooo savory!
Relationship status: ✨Single ✨, not actively looking but available I suppose
Last thing I googled: “worm eating crab apple” it’s for a moodboard 💀
Looking forward to: MINECRAFT SERVER WITH FRIENDSSSRAHHG (and- and the fair this summer)
Current obsessions: hmmm, right now I’d say Welcome Home, Minecraft, OG monster high, and just my lil OCs, doing looots of redesigns lately
aaaa idk if I can do 10 but
@scary-friend @deer-elf @calico-in-the-forest @a-silly-alterhuman @the-faunaglade-collective and @lilawarmheart if ya wanna! No pressure to join y’all and otherwise open! <3
Last Movie: i. cannot remember. probably also httyd?
Last Book: The Prophecy Begins (graphic novel), probably? last thing ive finished at least
Last TV Show: i have even less of an idea. i dont watch TV
Sweet, Savory, or Spicy: this opinion very much changes depending on my mood. but in general i can appreciate spicy food. i wish sour was on this list..
Relationship Status: pretty happily single
Last Thing I Googled: stoats (also seeing taquitos on yours made me giggle.. i know who caused that one..)
Looking Forward To: nothing in particular. maybe the chance i can go to an art museum?? also quite a few fic chapters... i dunno! hard to pick one thing.
Current Obsession: Call of Duty (bo6, especially)
@idiotrxccoon @parvulous-writings (no pressure to do it :3)
In no particular order (I love all my fictional babies 🖤).
Leon Kennedy
I fell in love with him when I was like 6 (I love loads of characters from this universe, but Leon was the first).
Dean Winchester
I just love this bisexual disaster.
Marko
Of course my chaos gremlin had to make this list 🖤
Ellen Ripley
Love my badass queen 🖤
Matt (from dying breed)
He was seriously such a cute lil guy.
Wade Wilson/Deadpool
How can you not love him?
It was really hard to narrow it down to 6 😅. I love so many characters!
Tagging. If you guys want to: @theburninggarden @kifaya @vxncevis @aviradasa @poubelle-d-elle @misslavenderlady @margotwantstoknow @sillyturquoisepuffin @mikey-darinstar and anyone else who wants to join 🖤
ONLY SIX???? Gods have mercy on me I will try my best... (in no particular order)
Armand... Fierce cunty vampire manipulator. I can (and probably will at some point) say unholy and downright nasty things about him.
König... My Koko... He is the one who got me back into CoD after like. 5 years of not playing.
Soap MacTavish - the reason I continued to play Call of Duty. Again. Unholy things could be said.
Moira... The only reason I kept playing Overwatch for as long as I did. (I recently uninstalled it please be proud of me)
Louis de Pointe du Lac; his voice is just... hypnotic... He's so.. ouughghgg.... "Oh but he's a bad person!" I do not care I will love him and suck him dry.
Paul - I was I could include all of the Lost Boys here, but Paul is just ON my radar right now. I want to eat him. Or be eaten by him. Who knows. Give him to me, we'll find out.
Trying to get this down to just 6 was so hard. I was contemplating life choices with this one.
Thank you so much for the tag, though, Batty!! I thoroughly enjoyed!!
Oh dear I have NO idea what I'm doing but here we go, again, they're in no particular order... 😭
#1 - Lestat De Lioncourt, Interview with the Vampire
🥰 I know I said no particular order but he'll forever be my number 1. I really adore him so much I can't explain. He came to me in the peak of my vampire obsession and I couldn't have asked for anyone better to appear...
#2 - Vlad Dracula Tepes, Castlevania
I realise most of these will end up being vampires but I love this one a lot. He makes me feel so deeply and he's one of the main reasons I watched the show... Honourable mention to his son, Alucard ❤️
#3 - SILCO! (Arcane) 😇
Possibly one of the only non vampires on my list... I love him so much he's my scrunkle..... He's the biggest reason I still love Arcane, not that there's anything wrong with it, I just very struggle to watch show when people around me are always talking about them..
#4 - Blackbeard, Our Flag Means Death
Okay I lied here's another non vampire. Pirate though, close enough, right? Jokes aside I have literally nobody to talk to about this one. But words cannot describ how much I love him.
#5 - Carmilla, Carmilla
This one's a weird one because she has no real face. She's a book character, but ever since I read the book I've been so deeply in love with her and the story she has with Laura. Also, I love Lesbians and Vampires in media. She's perfect....
#6 - Count Dracula, Young Dracula
Last but CERTAINLY not least... One of my favourite Dracula's. My comfort Dracula, if you will. I knew there was going to be more than one Dracula on this list, it was just a question of who was going to make it. Eventually decided on him because he's helped me get through so much more than I can describe, #1 comfort drac :3
I don't know who to tag because I have no friends 😞
This is a special little oneshot - for the amazing @rey-is-not-a-skywalker
Summary: Silco has noticed some of your recent behaviours, so gives you a little surprise
Warnings: It's nothing graphic, it's just rather specifically tailored! partially uncharacteristically soft silco - lots of tension with Sevika. Detailed but also... not detailed?
Words: 2.6K
Notes: Unfortunately something is wrong with my Tumblr right now - it's going through long phases of not letting me save drafts and/or post. I've submitted tickets but the first one said there wasn't anything wrong (from a couple weeks ago) and the most recent one hasn't gotten a response yet. I appreciate all of your patience <3
My requests are currently open! My pinned post (found here) contains both a list of characters I write for, and a masterlist! Original character list - please request for these too!
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Silco had always had a bit of a soft spot for you. At first, he tried to hide it, but here were ways in which you could tell; you'd be the only one he'd offer a drink to at a meeting, his eyes would linger on you for a moment too long every so often, and the mere fact that you worked for him were all signs that some way, somehow, you had wormed your way into his seemingly cold, dead heart.
The first to notice was of course, his right hand, Sevika. At first she thought it was merely strange, but then she started to get downright suspicious. First the child he had taken under his wing, and now... You. The child, for the most part, stayed out of Sevika's way, even when spending time with Silco. She could deal with that. But you, you were never too far from Silco - you were practically on display. The man made sure that he always had an excuse on hand to keep you close - preferably within his line of sight. You didn't seem to notice the special attention you always got from the man, but Sevika did. To her, it was akin to a giant flashing neon sign above your head. Though part of her was indeed happy that Silco had finally started to feel emotions strongly enough to care for someone again, another part of her was simply boiling at the prospect. Not out of jealousy, but more out of sheer impracticality. This was not the time to fall in love. Not when everything between Zaun and Piltover was at a head - when Silco needed to keep a close eye on his very calculated moves concerning Topside. The last thing he - or anyone else involved - needed, was a distraction.
But to Silco, the kind of distraction you were giving him wasn't the kind that would be the end of his operation - at least in his eyes. To him, you were giving him a break from the rest of the world, some peace that he had needed for what had now become many years. It was a kind of peace that made him feel almost normal, that for those brief moments, he could pretend that perhaps he had a better life; friends, perhaps a small family, a proper home. This little daydream of his never usually lasted for long, but he wished it would at times.
After about three weeks of Silco's unusual behaviour concerning you, Sevika had reached her boiling point. She couldn't deal with this situation without answers anymore. So, storming up the corridor towards Silco's study, she had a purpose. She was going to get to the bottom of this little mystery, she knew that much. Several scenarios were playing through her mind as she reached the door, flinging it open with such strength that it almost put a hole in the wall.
Silco immediately looked up, glaring at the intruder. Even after realising that it was only Sevika, his gaze didn't waver. It seemed that the woman had interrupted whatever goings-on had been happening in the room, and Silco was not happy about it. Silco put down the small objects he had been fiddling with, raising his undamaged brow at the woman. "And what is the meaning of this?" He asked, his voice starting to drip with venom.
"We need to... discuss something." Sevika replied, choosing her words very carefully. She didn't want to anger Silco, but she knew that she was already on her way to that eventuality.
"Do we really? Well, last time I checked, people typically knock at my door before entering." He glanced to the corner of the room mid-sentence. "It's alright, you don't need to be afraid... You just keep playing..." A small smile plays on his lips as he speaks to you, sat in the corner, happily amusing yourself. Silco's gaze span back to Sevika, becoming cold once more. "Sit down." The woman didn't argue, sitting herself in the uncomfortable - albeit allegedly padded - chair on the other side of Silco's desk. "What exactly is this about?" Silco asked, brushing away the pieces of clutter he had been fiddling with a few minutes prior. Sevika stayed quiet for a moment too long, and it wore Silco's patience thin very quickly. "Well?" He snapped impatiently.
"We need to talk about... Him." Sevika's gaze briefly flitted to you, and Silco's eyes narrowed. He wasn't liking where this was going.
"What about him?" Silco's tone was cold, almost accusatory. It held an unsaid 'choose your next words very carefully'. Though Sevika was undeniably a valuable asset to his operation, he was not opposed to disciplining her if she dared to speak ill of you. Sevika fell silent again at this. How was she going to put this without royally pissing him off? "I just think..." She began, but soon trailed off as she watched Silco's slender hands slowly ball into fists as they rested on his desk. "... That he's distracting you." There was no other way for her to put it, so she decided to try and face the issue head on, no matter how Silco's temper may to it.
"Distracting me?" Silco's voice was... Eerily calm. "And how exactly would you say he's distracting me?" Sevika just gestured to his desk with her augmented arm, then to you seated in the corner with her other arm.
"He... He does not contribute. All he does is sit and play like a child. He isn't a child! And you just... Let him? You let him sit in on sensitive shit, Silco!" She exclaimed, getting to her feet. "It's not right."
"You wish to lecture me on what is right?" Silco responded, voice practically oozing past his lips. He leant back in his chair as he spoke, eyes trained on Sevika across from him. "After all I have given to you? After all we have achieved together?" His hand trails along the surface of his desk as he slowly gets to his feet. "Have you anything else you wish to say about my arrangements here?" He asks, gesturing vaguely to the room encasing you all. At this question, Sevika falls silent. She knows what kind of test this is - a test of loyalty. Whether she is willing enough to withstand Silco's... fancies, or whether she wants to be dealt with. Typically, Sevika was the one to do the 'dealing', so no doubt she would be left to Jinx, to be the young woman's play thing.
Sevika barely even needed to consider this; she's played with Jinx before, and as demure as the teen could seem to most, she was truly unhinged when it mattered. She had bested Sevika, and the older woman was not too keen to let that happen again. Silco began to turn away, his hand resting on the back of his chair, just above his shoulder height. He heaved a sigh, his slender shoulders slowly moving up, then down with the action, as he tried to rid himself of the tension that had now rooted in the muscle. "I… Didn't mean right as in…" Sevika started to try and explain herself, in an effort to keep herself in his good books, but by the grip that he suddenly had on the top of his chair, he wasn't in any sort of mood to listen to her reasonings. His head whipped round partially, his lips parted in a sneer. Sevika slowly nodded at this, finally deciding to react to the silent message she was being given. Perhaps she would try and get him alone - if that were even possible. Without another word, she left the room, closing the door and returning the room to how it had been before her arrival.
Silco runs a hand through his hair, trying to calm himself, before rounding his chair to face you, as you happily sat with your little creations, blissfully ignoring the conversation that had gone on beside you, just a few feet away. Silco returned to his seat, bringing the objects he had been occupied with before back to his attention, and right in front of him. Carefully, and with a deft hand, he clipped all the pieces together, making sure they fit perfectly, and could move with relative ease without being too loose. When he was finally satisfied with the state of his creation, he got to his feet once more, slowly and quietly making his way over to you. "My dear..." He began, his tone dipped in a softness that rarely ever showed itself. You glance up briefly, a little surprised that he's approached you - it's the middle of the day, shouldn't he be working? Your brows furrow as you are about to ask this question to him, but he seems to predict your query before the words pass your lips. "I always have time for you." He speaks, handing you the small figure he had been working on nearly all morning.
It's a small, pose-able bat. Your eyes light up - the model itself had many smaller components that must not have been easy to place. "I made sure it was perfect, for you." Silco's voice breaks you from your thoughts again, the man's smile visible to you before your eyes had even turned back to his face again. "Well? Do you like it?" He asks, not quite impatient, but more... Desperate. Eager, perhaps is the best way to describe him - he wants, no, needs to know that it's to your liking. You giggle quietly, nodding at him with a wide smile.
"I love it, Silco..." You stretch up for a moment, pressing a gentle kiss to his scarred cheek. You then turn back to your model - a vast array of little buildings, all of which Silco has, over time, watched you build and place according to your whims. You gaze over the miniature skyline briefly, before finding the perfect place to nestle this little creature Silco had gifted you - perched amongst some billboards, hiding in plain sight of the human figurines lining the streets below. "There..." You say, partly to yourself, before turning back to look at Silco, beaming with pride. "He can stay there, and we can both see him..." You chuckle, and Silco slowly lowers himself to sit beside you.
"He, hm?" Silco hums, "And that's his name? I never thought of one for him..." He muses, playing along with you. You purse your lips in thought, trying to wrack your brain for a suitable name for your newfound bat figure. You shake your head, your nose scrunches as you fail to bring forth a suitable name for the little bat. "I've got nothing..." You reply softly, almost sounding disappointed. You feel Silco's hand come to rest on your shoulder.
"It's alright... I'm sure we'll think of something, hm?" He pauses for a moment, his thumb slowly moving over your shoulder in an attempt to soothe any true disappointment you may have. "Now... How about we come away from this for a little while, and get you something to eat?" You nod slowly in agreement, and the pair of you get to your feet; Silco's hand fumbles for a moment whilst it seeks out yours, before your fingers intertwine with one another's.
Lunch, as always, was served in Silco's office, but the pair of you had moved over to another part of the room, sitting down at a small table and pair of plush chairs, that Silco had actually put in a week or so after your arrival. Before you, Silco had often had lunch alone at his desk, but now he had someone to dine with, who actually seemed to be less afraid of him than anyone else. In truth, there was little reason for you to fear Silco - the temper and fury that he had so often let loose on others without warning and without mercy, had never been directed at you, not even a smidgen of it. You had seen it before, of course, living with him made that more violent side of him hard to avoid, but he would always go and calm himself down before he came back to you, if something had gotten him too riled up.
You sat across from one another, happily tucking in to your warm meals. Naturally, it was no Topside meal, but it was some of the best you'd be able to get in the Underground. Silco had made sure that you would always get the finest of what the Lanes had to offer, no matter what it took to get it. Thankfully, being the one to pull the strings in the majority of Zaun now, this was no issue for the man. He had treated you to the finest things he could get his hands on, most of them from the other barons of the Underground, but some things he even managed to import from Topside - not that he ever let you in on his secrets on that side of things. In fact, it was very rare that Silco let you know of, well, anything in terms of business. You had asked him about this once or twice before, and his only response was about 'keeping you safe'. That's all it ever was, no matter what you tried to discuss with him on the side of business. 'I don't want you getting involved, dear.' He'd tell you. 'It's not safe, and I'd rather not even think about risking you in this kind of trade... Please, understand at least this much, if anything..' And after that particular conversation, he'd brush you off or change the subject any time you'd bring it up. In his eyes, he had made his stance on the situation very clear. In it's own, sort of sweet way, you believed that this was the main way Silco showed he cared for you - even if he never really said it out loud, besides perhaps the pet name. Public displays - hell, most outward displays - of affection were not entirely Silco's area... And you've never pushed for that kind of thing, as it seemed to be a somewhat tender subject for him. You never asked why, it was not your business, and you hoped that eventually he may trust you - and himself - enough to tell you. For the time being, though, you were both happy enough keeping your relationship as it was; a vastly unspoken one, where although your care and affection for one another was deep-rooted and painfully obvious even to the pair of you, nothing was ever truly confirmed, nothing was made concrete by your words. You were happy with it for the most part - though a small part of you yearned desperately for the validation of his love - and although you hoped to bring up the unspoken part of your relationship at some point in the future, it was to remain the distant future for the time being. You didn't want to ruin a good thing and push Silco too much for an answer, causing him to just... Cut off everything entirely. You had seen it happen before, though mostly with lesser goons that he took in to do all of his dirty work, and whilst you didn't see yourself on their level, you didn't want to take any risks.
"Did you like your surprise?" Silco's low, velvet voice breaks you from your trance. You look up to him, and nod eagerly. You loved it - a truly wonderful and sweet surprise. "I did... Was there an occasion for it?" You asked, placing your cutlery on your plate as you finished your meal.
"Do I need an occasion to get you gifts?" He responds, his eyes now fixed on the remainder of his meal. You pause briefly, before shaking your head in answer to his question.
"No, of course not..." You crack a smile at him, which he soon returns when he meets your eye. He lets out a breathy chuckle, clearly pleased with this response of yours. "Good... Because, I can assure you, there will be many more to come..."
Could I request dating headcanons for Gortash, Raphael, and Geraldus with gn s/o please? - Fluff anon
Warnings: Vague mentions of manipulation, mentions of sex and petification. These are not healthy relationships (Apart from Geraldus, bless his little cotton socks)
Notes: Is Raphael accurate? Probably not. Did I have fun writing his segment anyway? Hell yeah. Also let us all be proud of me that I basically wrote this in one sitting? Unheard of, for me.
Fluff, forgive the fact that this was sat in my inbox for so long... I'm sorry 😭 I got distracted with some other, longer form pieces in the works! (3 pieces to be exact teehee)
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Gortash
Ordinarily, when dating someone, you're in a partnership - an equal relationship, where neither one involved is better, or holds more control overall than the other. This is not the case with Lord Gortash. He will flaunt the fact that out of the two of you, he holds all the control, and he will do so constantly.
Gortash has had a lot of short-lived flings and trysts, so his style of love can feel strained as time goes on. The usual cycle is; Lots of love for a couple of weeks; gifts, intimacy, sweet words from him to you - and then, the cold shoulder, for another couple of weeks.
However, because of his wealth and influence, you are, naturally, spoiled in all that you do. Clothed in the finest materials that money can buy or import, given the finest foods anyone can afford, and of course, you have one of the finest and most prestigious roofs over your head for when you rest.
Most often, Gortash will make it seem to most like you are equals in your relationship; letting you choose what garments to wear, letting you choose dinner from time to time - but he doesn't let most see that silver tongue of his, slowly feeding little lies and delusions that keep you mostly under his thumb. The cycle of his 'love' also helps.
This isn't to say that Gortash is a bad partner, in other aspects, however. Sure, he manipulates you most of the time, but that's mostly to keep you near to him, to assure your loyalty. He does value your opinion on certain matters - and he's very affectionate when he's in that more loving mindset, especially when you have company. In the presence of others he tends to have a hand on you at all times, whether that be your shoulder, your arm or your thigh.
Raphael
Raphael is one of the most possessive partners, possibly ever. In regards to both you, and Haarlep. You rarely, if ever, get to leave the House of Hope, and when you do, you're never more than a few paces away from Raphael. He may not always be physically touching you, but if he's not in conversation, his eyes are firmly glued onto you, taking in the sight of you and making sure that you don't try anything to leave.
Although you're showered with some of the finest food and gifts that the hells can offer, Raphael makes it abundantly clear to you that you are little more than a pet to him. You sit on his lap or by his legs during meal times, you have a separate bed to sleep in when you're not having sex (unless you beg him for the privilege of sleeping beside him), and if you speak out of turn he chides you like one would a dog.
He shows you off like some prize, too. Praises your beauty and obedience to all who enter the halls of his home, but always making sure to reprimand them if their eyes linger anywhere on you for too long, a hand groping at your thigh to show precisely the dynamic between the two of you.
When you're obedient for him, life is wonderful. You're showered with the gifts that Raphael had promised you when this 'relationship' had begun, given anything you could ask for, all you need to do is look and pout.
When you're not obedient - and it could be for the smallest thing - Raphael is... Less sweet. He's petty, vindictive, and he will let you know in the worst ways that he feels slighted by... Whatever it was that you did.
Geraldus
Geraldus is a nervous sweetheart, through and through. He's grown up with so many stories of valiant men who are just so sweet and honest and valiant, and he wants to live up to that standard. But how can he? Even though you're now together, he feels like he still fumbles over far too many of his words - surely you can't find his boyish nervousness cute anymore?
He likes taking you on picnics; he knows that typical dates take place in Taverns or Inns, but he likes the quaintness of a good picnic, it's like he's making your shared love life something right out of a fairytale, and he's all for that. It's not that he's opposed to drinking with you - wine and mead is a common staple of the basket you take with you - it's more the noise levels. He struggles to hear you if it's a particularly loud night in the tavern. He likes being able to hear you more than the atmosphere of the tavern.
He likes having his head in your lap. Or your head in his lap. His hand in your hair, or vice versa again. He thinks being physically close to you is just one of the best things he's ever experienced. Even as time goes on, and the two of you grow and change together, he still takes great joy and pleasure from that ever so simple act of just... Being close, and existing together.
He tries to learn so many new things for you; cooking, being the big main one. He likes to watch what you enjoy eating, then try and replicate it himself. He's not the best cook in Faerun, but he's definitely been improving, and taking any constructive criticism you have on board.
Another way he tries to show his affection to you is through attempting (and often failing because you tell him 'no') to purchase you more material gifts. "That's what men do, no? ... No? Oh, alright then, beloved." He'll blush and stammer about it for a little bit, but he will put his coinpurse away. Being anything less than the man you want or deserve is an idea that terrifies him.
Notes: We're returning to our roots with this one gang
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A - Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Vi's affection is mainly shown through physical means. An arm around your shoulders, a hand grasping for yours - all the way to cuddling and tangling herself with you on a sofa or a bed. She loves having your near to her - particularly in private. When you're alone together, she finds a way or excuse to touch you 90% of the time.
In public, she's a lot more respectful of your personal space, choosing to mostly just stand nearby rather than have her hands all over you. The only time this changes is if someone who isn't herself starts getting too close to you, whether it's being flirty or threatening you. If this is the case, she makes a show of putting an arm around your waist or shoulders, making it painfully clear that you are with her.
B - Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? Where does the friendship start?)
Vi is one of those friends that can quickly become a ride or die. She is willing to do a hell of a lot for those who are near and dear to her, be that helping with heavy lifting, spending quality time, or putting someone into their place.
It's more than likely that your friendship started after bumping into Vi post-street brawl. Though bristly at first, she easily warms to you, once you've shown her you're worthy of trust.
C - Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Vi does love a cuddle; typically, when cuddling in bed she prefers being the big spoon, allowing her to encase you in her arms and give her absolute certainty that you're safe and away from harm. If you're on the sofa, though, she very much enjoys laying over you - like a big blanket of muscle.
D - Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking, cleaning, ect?)
Vi grew up with a rather close-knit family unit, and deep down a part of her does miss that, so she would want to settle down - even if it's not necessarily with kids or anything of that ilk. Just having a place to call home with you would be good enough for her.
She can't cook particularly well; it's passable and edible, sure, but she's not usually proud of it. The same with her cleaning - sometimes she just doesn't think to do it. She was in prison through her teens - there wasn't really anything to clean, so trying to get that into her routine is.... Difficult.
E - Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
She would be incredibly blunt with it. She'd try to somewhat save your feelings, but I don't think she'd beat around the bush. If it's not working out, what's the point in trying to force things to keep going, even if it's just a few extra minutes? She's also not great at verbally expressing her emotions, so this just adds to her bluntness.
F - Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? Do they wanna get married?)
Vi is fine with commitment as a whole; but the idea of marriage carries a heavy sense of finality to her. She's not really likely to leave you as-is, why do you need to go through the fuss and stress of getting married? For a piece of paper? In her head, something like that is a privilege - something that mainly those from Piltover get to do. If you really insist on marriage she'll oblige you, but she doesn't need a marriage to feel or be committed to you.
G - Gentle (How gentle are they both physically and emotionally?)
Vi doesn't have much trouble being gentle physically: a few careful touches here and there, cradling your face when you're having an intimate moment or holding you close when you're having a particularly stressful day.
It's more the emotional side of things where she struggles a bit. Not all the time, but there are moments where she has trouble expressing herself in the way she wants to to you, or struggles in showing a more vulnerable side of herself.
H - Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it, and what are they like?)
The most common time to get a hug from Vi is when she's saying goodbye - or that she'll see you in a little while. They're quite quick, and she makes sure to squeeze you tightly every time, as if she's trying to imprint the feel of you against her into her mind. Outside of those times you're more likely to get a cuddle than anything else.
I - I Love You (How fast do they say the “love” word?)
She's very reluctant to say it. It's not that she doesn't love you, it more that expressing that love in a verbal way makes her incredibly nervous. She does say it from time to time; birthdays, special holidays, in the dead of night where and when there's no one else that could possibly hear her.
It takes her a good few years, and slow working, to start saying it when other people are around - even if they're out of earshot.
J - Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What are they like when jealous?)
Vi trusts you. She knows that you wouldn't leave her without saying anything, and that if anything were to happen, you'd talk to her about it. However, this doesn't stop that stab of jealousy that she feels in her chest whenever she sees someone getting too close to you for her comfort. Her first port of call is to go to you, get close and establish her boundary - usually a hand snaking around your waist and tugging you to her. Then, if the situation continues, she gets verbal - usually snapping at whoever dare try to take you from her; even if it's nothing like that.
K - Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Vi's kisses can go one of two ways; 1 - it's a brief peck on the lips or your cheek, so quick that you end up debating with yourself if it actually happened - Vi had gone right back to whatever she had been doing before, it was like she hadn't stopped her task.
2 - It's full of heat, passion, and you are not getting away from her any time soon - leaving that kind of kiss breathless is the bare minimum. She is grabbing whatever flesh of yours she can hold, pulling and keeping you close to her. That woman is not letting you go without some major resistance - she needs you too much.
L - Little Ones (How are they around kids?)
Vi is pretty good around kids. If you're leaving kids with her for an extended period of time, you need to set some firm boundaries. Like. Make it abundantly clear what can and cannot be done with the kids - otherwise there will be chaos.
Vi is very much like that aunt you can get away with almost anything around. She won't actively take you to seek out activities to break set rules, but if the kids were to break said rules by themselves? Well they've done it now, there's not a whole lot she can do, right?
M - Morning (What are mornings like with them?)
By the time you wake up, Vi is usually awake already - sometimes by several hours. She's used to rising incredibly early, and although she doesn't always physically get out of bed that early anymore, she does still spend that time doing something she finds productive. Namely watching you sleep.
The reason she doesn't immediately get up is because, if you're sharing a bed with her, she usually wakes up tangled with you in some way or another. Play your cards right, and she'll spend half the morning keeping you in bed just for an excuse to hold you close - she does love herself a cuddle in bed.
N - Nights (How are nights spent with them?)
Most nights you have to actively try and coax Vi into bed. The means can - and kind of have to - vary, but Vi normally tries to resist for a little while. She's one of those people who tries and stays up as late as she can physically manage, as a way to try and reclaim some of her own time.
When you get past your mild frustration, though, and take a more tender approach, that's when she will usually come to bed, cuddling as close as physically possible, to try and soothe herself to sleep.
O - Open (When do they open up about themselves?)
From time to time. She'll often say if something reminds her of a family member who has passed, or share a memory that's sprung to mind that she thinks you may enjoy.
When it comes to genuinely being vulnerable, and sharing her deeper, harder to process emotions, she does struggle. She doesn't know what to do with all those years of pent up hurt and pain. She tries her best, but she doesn't want to end up lashing out.
P - Patience (How easily angered are they?)
In day to day life? Not particularly quick to anger; mistakes in chores or delays in the daily schedule aren't much of a big deal to her. Sure, they can be a bit annoying sometimes, but they can be fixed or accommodated.
Under pressure, though, is entirely different. When stressed and pressed for, well, anything, Vi becomes snappy, harsh, and her temper has one hell of a short fuse. She doesn't get physical, but she's usually 2 seconds away from saying something that she will probably regret once she calms down.
Q - Quizzes (How much do they remember about you?)
She easily remembers some of the basic things; your favourite colour, your favourite food, the things you like in general. She's... A little bit scattered when it comes to things like your birthday, though - she oftentimes confuses it with your anniversary. She means well, she just hasn't really got the head for dates. She'll get you a gift you like on both days, though! She rarely ever forgets completely.
R - Remember (Favorite memory with you?)
The first time she opened up properly to you. You'd been together a fair while, so she took you on a walk through the Lanes, eventually winding up where you could see the few remaining markers of her younger siblings. The splodges of red paint left behind by Mylo, the place where Claggor had gotten himself stuck when on the run from enforcers. She even told you of when she had brought Jinx - Powder, back then - to this very spot in an attempt to lift her spirits. She told you of her birth mother and father, of Vander, and how her family life had just gone progressively more and more downhill - and you listened. You didn't butt in, you didn't try and force her to see 'the bright side'. You sat, you held her hand, and you listened. There are no words that she can use to describe her gratitude to you for that moment.
S - Security (How protective are they?)
Quite - Vi often worries about how you might need to defend yourselves or escape a situation. It's not because she doesn't trust you to handle yourself - she does, she thinks you could talk down or weasel out of any situation, and she knows you'll bolt if you really need to - but it is something she worries about a lot, and something that does frequently come up if there's a disagreement.
T - Try (How much effort do they put in?)
Vi tries quite a bit. In her eyes, you deserve more, so she does try. She'll try and keep the place tidy-ish - tidy to her standards, anyway - and do some cooking every now and again. She tries much more in ways of gifts, though - though perhaps not always what you think they may be, she always makes an effort to point out how useful it could be to you, or if it's something more sentimental, how it made her think of you.
U - Ugly (What are their bad habits?)
She puts her shoes on furniture - whether she's still wearing them or has just taken them off. It gets mud and dirt everywhere. She also tends to forget to put dishes away once you've washed them up (she also forgets to wash them up fairly frequently).
V - Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
Not a whole lot - she works out quite a lot, but that's more for her own health and strength. She keeps herself as clean as she can - washing her face, bating etcetera, but other than that, not a whole lot.
She sometimes has the urge to change her hair, but that's more of an emotionally motivated decision. All in all, so long as you think that she looks good, she's more than happy with her appearance.
W - Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
You're ingrained into her routine now - she'd definitely feel your absence if you were gone for any length of time; she doesn't like when you're not there in the morning to hold or to greet when she wakes up. Even if it's not a full separation, and you're just out somewhere for the night, she feels it deep in her.
X - Xtra (Random HC)
She loves when you touch her - not necessarily in a sexual way, or even in hugs, but the feeling of your hands on her brings her much joy and comfort. You tracing the planes of her skin or the ink of her tattoos is one of her favourite ways to wind down, and having your fingers brush through her hair (especially when they brush against her undercut)? Pure. Heaven. Simple as. If she's having a really bad day, that is a surefire way to cheer her up.
Y - Yuck (Things they don’t like either in general or a partner?)
Someone who doesn't stick to their word, or to their morals. She loves seeing reliability and someone being steadfast; if she doesn't see that, she doesn't feel like she can wholly trust someone. And of course, without trust, there can be no real love. Other than that, if she can get a good connection with someone, everyone's fair game, really.
Z - Zzz (Sleep habits)
Vi only sleeps the minimal amount that she needs to to keep her true self or be able to perform tasks. She finds it incredibly difficult to get to sleep without being thoroughly exhausted first; so part of the coaxing that you have to do involves working out - a good, reliable way to tire her out.
She also doesn't need a lot in terms of possessions; so long as she has somewhere to lay, she's able to get some sleep. Though, on the odd occasion that she does try to sleep on the floor, you're eventually able to drag her groggy self into your shared bed, mostly with promises of affection and cuddles.
Summary: You give the colonel a handjob in a storage cupboard!
Warnings: 18+ content; Semi-public sex, handjob that transitions into a brief blowjob, little bit of submissive König after he leads for like... Two minutes, porn without much plot tbh, there's like... Mild exposition to satisfy my brain (it became not mild). Maybe badly written? Idk, indulge me here, I wanted to write smut.
Words: 4.7K
Notes: Pushing myself a bit, doing kinktober prompts at my own pace, as you do. Was very excited that the first prompt ended up being assigned to one of my favourite characters. I kind of imprinted on reader whilst writing this.... Whoops. Oh well :3
Left at somewhat of a cliffhanger because I didn't know where to write after that...
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It wasn't entirely clear what you and König were - and the lines had been blurry for quite a while now. Some things were clear, thankfully; you were squad-mates, you had saved one another's life far more than either of you ever wanted or cared to admit. So, in that regard, you were at least colleagues - perhaps you could even push it to friends. At least, you thought so.
That was until about four months ago, when the two of you opted to share a bed one operation. For tactical reasons, König had told you. It wouldn't have done to get up at the crack of dawn, one of you with an aching back because you'd decided to sleep on the floor. When you'd tried to argue with him, saying that you'd both slept in far worse conditions than this, he would have none of it.
It had been a good night's sleep, that you wouldn't deny, but you wagered only part of the reason for that was the fact you were sleeping on an actual bed. The other part of the reason, was the fact that you had eventually ended up tangled in one another's arms. It was... Comfortable.
Neither of you spoke of it after that, you didn't dare bring it up and he didn't either. By the end of that week, when you had returned to base with the rest of your team, you thought he had forgotten about the ordeal. He, in fact, had not. Your main clue to this was the fact that he seemed to linger somewhere near you at every chance he could, until lights out. At which point, he would then skulk off down the hall to his own quarters, his glowering expression mostly obscured by his hood.
It took a week and a half of this behaviour until you proposed sitting together in the canteen, and König eagerly agreed. Well, eagerly for him; a low, rumbling hum in his chest as he slowly nodded, accompanied shortly after with a quiet 'Ja'. So, that was your arrangement. You'd queue up together, grab your trays of meagre food, then sit at a table next to one another - usually just the pair of you - to eat. You quite enjoyed it, and so did he. As the weeks passed, he started talking to you. Not much at first, only simple questions. How was your day? Do you like the food today? Over time, your conversations get longer, slightly less awkward. You're one of the very few people that he actually chooses to speak with, and it feels... Nice. The pair of you had grown very close, and König eventually admitted that he hadn't had such a close friend in a very long time. In that moment, being his friend felt like a tremendous honour, to say the least. You were so focused on the newly started fluttering in your chest that you hardly registered your cheeks heating up. König must have noticed, the crinkle of his eyes under the mask betraying the houndish smile you imagined him to have. He didn't make a comment, though, he just wandered down the hall, you eventually following suit to take your usual shared stroll back to your respective sleeping quarters.
It wasn't until König was deployed again, this time without you, that you realised exactly how close you had become. It felt nothing short of wrong to go to the canteen and sit by yourself. The seat beside you felt glaringly empty, and sitting with other squadmates didn't help.
For three weeks you endured this perpetual empty feeling. The feeling of something not quite right, something missing. You tried not to acknowledge it too much. If you did, how would you even admit it to König? He had only just started to outwardly call you his friend, how the hell would he handle discovering you possibly have romantic feelings for him? So, you shoved it down; filled your days with training, going through the motions and throwing yourself completely into your usual routine outside of deployment. You were given a few smaller operations, but nothing that lasted more than three days at a time - and that helped. At the end of this particular deployment, short though it was, you were greeted with a rather tall surprise. König, waiting for you.
"Good to see you home again in one piece." He mused to you when you got within earshot, putting his arm round your shoulder as you walked down the hall to the base proper, side by side. "You are just in time for lunch."
"König, it's nearly four in the afternoon.." You chuckled as you shook your head. "It may as well be dinner time."
"Did you have your rations at lunch time?"
"Well, no, I was-"
"Then it is lunch, hm?" The look in König's eye could only be described as playful, but you knew that beneath that, he was at least a little bit concerned - despite the cold and hard demeanour he put up for the rest of the team and company, he was always a sweetheart to you, in his own way. "We will get back into our usual routine soon enough." He told you, as he gently squeezed your shoulder and leaned in slightly closer, so he could speak lowly in your ear. "I know it is important to you."
Rationally you knew that he was probably only saying this as a friend, a small part of your brain jammed at the sound of his voice being so close to you, so husky in comparison to what it usually was. You worked hard to suppress the instinctive giggle that rose in your throat; you just about managed to get it to leave you as little more than a throaty hum. It satisfied König, though, and that was a relief. The rest of the walk to the canteen was quiet, and you became increasingly aware of the fact that his hand was still perched on your shoulder, unmoving. It wasn't that you disliked it - far from it. It was just... Mildly unusual. But you didn't bring it up; it was comforting, to have that contact with him after such a long time apart.
From there, it almost felt like any other day that you and König went to get food together. Standing in line together, grabbing a tray one after the other. You sat at one of the many empty tables, thigh to thigh, and König placed his cake bar onto your tray, carefully smushing it against the one you already had, to make sure it didn't fall into another section. "Willkommen zurück." Before you could protest, the Austrian had already begun to dig into his meal, leaning forward so that he could get the food to his mouth under the hood, which he still refused to remove in public, even after over two decades in the military. You hadn't realised you'd been all but gawking at him, until you felt his hand gently patting at your thigh. "Eat," He told you as he gestured to your untouched tray with his fork. "You must be starved."
You began eating at that; there wasn't really anything to rebuke with, was there? Though, you did feel a flutter in your chest at the care König showed. It wasn't alien to you by any means, but after your time apart, it felt refreshing. New, almost. His hand remained on your thigh, and you made no move to remove it or tell him to stop, the gentle rub of his thumb against your camo trousers a soothing touch. You weren't sure when your hand slid over to his thigh to return the gesture, but he didn't protest either.
It must've been about ten minutes later that you noticed König had stopped eating, having instead chosen to push some of his remaining food around on his plate.
"..König? You okay?" Your voice snapped him from whatever haze he had gotten stuck in, and his eyes landed on you. You started to move your hand from his leg - you figured that perhaps he was uncomfortable after all, but was just too anxious to say anything to you. With a speed you hadn't expected from a man who was just so lost in his own thoughts, König grabbed your wrist, and slowly moved your hand to rest on his thigh once more. After a moment or so, he glanced down at your hand, before he carefully guided it higher. "There. I like it there." He told you with a firm nod, as if this were a usual thing the pair of you did.
"I..." The words faltered for a moment in your throat, as you tried to comprehend the fact that your hand was now not even four inches away from his crotch. ".. Was only going to ask if, uh.. I just noticed that you weren't eating.." You finally managed to get out.
"I am... satisfied." Was his only response, as you dared your fingers to trail slightly higher. You heard his breath hitch under his hood, as you continued to move higher still. It was slow, tentative even. Despite his bold move of placing your hand so close to the apex of his thighs initially, you were still convinced that he would tell you to stop. You would, of course, if he told you to, but he didn't. You eventually did stop your hand, and you could already feel his cock beginning to strain against his trousers.
You froze. Was this reciprocation? Or just one of those natural reactions? God how you hoped, desperately, that it was the former. You were sure already, with this aspect of your relationship barely breached, that to have him, to have all of him, would be nothing short of heaven. Pure bliss, even. You were broken out of your desire fuelled haze by König abruptly pushing his food tray away from him. You immediately jerked your hand away from him. "You alright, König?" You quickly asked, your worry all too obvious in your tone. Just as before, he took your wrist in his hand, his gaze turning to you. There was no fear, nor aggression in his eyes. He tugged gently at your arm, as if to take you somewhere, but he didn't move an inch. "König?" You repeat quietly, trying to grab his attention; he seemed to be in an entirely different world, lost deep in his own thoughts.
"We should... Find somewhere else." His voice was quiet - much like how it used to be when the pair of you started speaking properly outside of missions. He still made no move to get up, so you took it upon yourself to gently help him to his feet, quickly guiding him out of the canteen so that no-one would notice his predicament.
Your mind was racing as you led König down the weaving hallways of your complex. Either of your quarters felt so far away in that moment. Too far away. It was all too likely that someone would bump into you both, and quite possibly spot the ever-growing tent that König was pitching in his trousers. Thanks to his height, for some of your fellow soliders, it may be a bit difficult to miss.
With few options left, your eyes spied an inconspicuous door coming up on your left-hand side along the hall. It was primarily used for cleaning supply storage, but you vaguely remember it being somewhat roomy. It'd do, for now at least. Without a single word passing your lips, you began to drag König towards it, throwing open the door as you hauled the much taller man in with you. His back collided with one of the shelves, causing the various bottles to rattle for a moment, before they settled.
"A... Cupboard?" He asked, sounding vaguely wary.
"Do you want someone to see your raging hard-on as I drag you down the hall?" König cleared his throat at your question, shaking his head slowly, the movement barely even perceptible with his hood. "That's what I thought." You huff - it's almost a chuckle, but not quite. You didn't need to see his face to know that his cheeks were a searing red. You could almost visualise the bashfulness on his face; his eyes darting to look anywhere but your face were an obvious giveaway.
You considered your options for a moment, with two obvious choices; you could use your hand, or your mouth. Your hands would be easiest, and you weren't sure if your mouth would be... Too forward, for the first time between the pair of you. You settled on the former as you started to fiddle with König's belt. It was smooth and solid, like most military buckles. The very same second that you managed to unclip it, you heard König draw in a sudden, deep breath. You glanced up as his hands snake around your wrists, prying your hands away with a surprisingly tender touch. “Let me… Please.” His voice was quiet; nervous. He wanted it - by God did he want it - but he wanted to take it slow, or at least as slow as you both were able, being somewhat exposed. Someone could walk into the cupboard at any given moment. You let him take the lead as you moved your hands away, giving him the space that he needed to flick off his belt, and start tugging his trousers down to his mid-thigh. The outline of his cock left little to the imagination now; straining against the charcoal grey of his boxers, a damp spot where the fabric nestled against his tip.
You watched as his thumbs tucked into the waistband of his underwear, slowly drawing them down. You couldn’t help the slackness of your jaws as more of his happy trail and broad hips were revealed to you - it was a truly gorgeous sight.
König noticed your staring after a moment, how intently your eyes were trained on the few centimeters of cock exposed to you. His cheeks, though invisible to you, flushed with a heat he had never known before. To be seen in this way - as something other than just the inhumanly tall colonel, or your closest friend - was nothing short of… Exhilarating. He adjusted his wrist slightly, so that he was more holding the waistband out to you than pulling it down himself - a quiet offer of you taking that final step, of removing the last barrier between the two of you. You gave a subtle shake of your head at him, an almost sly smile playing at your lips. You just about caught the slight widening of his eyes as he realised you wanted him to do it. He couldn’t exactly deny you - he didn’t want to deny you. So, with a few more gentle pulls at the fabric, he finally freed himself from the confines of his underwear.
Your mind had gone practically blank as soon as your gaze drifted to his cock, with a small bead of pre-cum already beading at the tip. You’d not even touched him properly yet, and he was already leaking. With a careful hand, you swiped your thumb over the slit, collecting it before you brought it up to your mouth, quickly cleaning the digit with an efficient dart of your tongue. “Someone’s eager, hm?” You asked him, watching his eyes as he averted his gaze once more. König’s cheeks were burning again, he could feel it, and he was ever so thankful for the covering over his face; not that he was embarrassed by his reaction, not entirely, he more just didn’t want you to think ill of him, for being so weak for you. Had anyone been this way for you before? He didn’t know. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to cloud his head with the idea that you had been with someone else before him, the very thought made his gut churn. He didn’t consider himself a jealous man, but the notion alone that you had been held intimately and been intimate with someone who wasn’t him made his blood bubble, and his fingers twitch. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a steadying breath, as he brought himself back into the present.
“Just… A little.. Schatz…” König told you, his voice trembling as he spoke. “I cannot lie that I’ve… Thought about us a… A few times.” He admitted, as his eyes trailed to watch your hand drift back to his cock, a gasp slipping his lips as you wrapped your whole hand around it. You started with a slow, steady rhythm, base to tip then back again. “Though… My fantasies never included a cupboard…” He chuckled, breath hitching in his throat again as you paused your stroking, trailing your thumb on the sensitive skin on the underside of the head.
“... Neither did mine.” You confessed to him. “Usually we were in one of our bunks… Or, in my more ‘risque’ ones, one of our homes…” You chuckled, as König tilted his head back, resting it on a shelf behind him. His hand moved to stay on a slightly lower shelf as he tried to support himself. The attention you paid to his aching cock was making his knees weak. In truth, he was surprised that his legs hadn’t given out yet, nor had he blown his load prematurely. All he could offer in reply to your words was a faint hum - not quite strained, but not particularly loud either; he was clearly holding himself back, not wanting to let slip a noise that could potentially alert anyone who passed by of what mild debauchery was taking place behind that thin door.
Your hand followed the hitching of his breath, teasing the underside of his cock for a short while, before resuming that gentle, rhythmic stroking that you had begun with. You watched his chest rise and fall, as he tried to keep a grip on himself. He was succeeding thus far, at least. You leant into him, pressing your torso to his,
revelling in how warm his chest was beneath his shirt. For being such a strong man, his chest was… Surprisingly soft. You could almost mistake it for pillows, if not for the steady, deep heaving as he both tried to keep himself quiet and catch his breath. Every few strokes, his chest would tense for a moment as his hips bucked seemingly of their own accord. It would go on for a few seconds, before a ragged breath would rattle from his throat - a barely disguised moan. You could feel your heart flutter against your ribs as you pressed yourself into him even more.
“Are you alright, König?” Your voice was gentle to him, not quite a croon, but close.
König didn’t trust his voice, knowing that it was more likely that his voice would crack in several ways if he tried to utter even one word in reply. So, he only nodded. He tried to keep up the steady amount of friction that you were giving him by drawing his hips back and forth, dragging his cock across the palm of your hand as if he were possessed by some unseen force of pure lust.
“You’re doing so well…” You cooed, resting your free hand on his hip, to gently guide his hips at a more steady pace, rather than the almost frantic rabbit-like bucks he was doing. “Just… Slow it down a little bit, sweethea-”
“Can’t,” Came the Austrian’s raspy reply. “Mist…” His chest was heaving even harder than it was before. He had started to strain, eyes clamped shut as he tried desperately to hold himself back - to take his mind off of the feeling for a moment, to distract himself, anything, to try and prolong both his pleasure, and his time with you. Your touch was like heaven to him; you seem to know exactly how to stroke him, how to twist your hand just so. It felt like he was on fire in the best way, burning hot and mere seconds from combusting with such a force he’d flicker out. He just about manages to register the fact that your strokes had changed slightly in pace whilst his thoughts battle against one another, and he cracks one eye open to try and see what you were up to.
And there you were; having sunk down to your knees. He could have sworn his heart stopped beating in his chest, even if only for a moment. Even his most vivid fantasies could not compare to the electric thrill you sent through his chest, and straight down to his cock.
He couldn’t stop his hand from reaching to you, gently caressing your cheek as you started to lean in. “Schatz?” His voice was quiet, and still somewhat ragged from his heavy breathing.
“König?” You replied, in a similar voice. It made his heart flutter.
“What are you doing?” His question didn’t hold any malice or heat - he was just asking.
“Well…” You shrugged lightly as you tried to think of how to quickly, and succinctly, relay your thoughts to him.
How, in your shared lust-filled haze, were you to explain to him that, despite this being your first time with one another, you had been so completely overcome with the very idea with him, with bringing him pleasure - that you had thrown that small, nagging thought of it being ‘too soon’ to take this specific leap out of the window?
“Just thought that… You might like it, is all..” You smiled up at him, and as you fluttered your eyelashes, you felt a hand gently caress the back of your head. You could just about hear König’s ragged breathing, how he was just barely managing to keep himself together. Oh, how feral you made him. You could see the glint in his eye - and it drove you wild, too.
Without another thought, you took the head of his cock between your lips, one of your hands moving to rest on the man’s chest in a vague and vain attempt to soothe him into quietness. The groan that had escaped his lips was almost worryingly loud. “Verdammt.. Oh, Schatz..” His breathless babbles told you all that you needed or wanted to know; he was in heaven. He kept trying to look down at you, but catching even a glimpse of that sinful vision caused his hips to jerk of their own accord, almost forcing his cock down your throat. And though the idea of having you swallow near enough the entire thing was appealing to the Austrian, he was just as content to just have you as you were now - just a cross or taste of wine short of worshipping him. He didn’t want to overstep, not yet at least.
König had just begun to sink into the bliss of teetering on the edge of release, when a whine was all but ripped from his throat at the absence of your mouth on his still aching cock. Before he’s able to say anything - be it to question or chastise you - you’re peppering kisses up and down his shaft. Along the underside, back up and teasing the vein on the underside, before licking up the precum that had started to bead at the tip again. His eyes slowly - almost shakily - moved down to look at you, his chest still heaving with his heavy breaths.
“Why… Did you stop…?” His voice was wavering like you had never heard it before, not even when his nerves had overcome him. You kept the pace of your hand steady as you continued to stroke him.
“I just… Didn’t know if you-”
“Don’t stop,” König pleaded, as his hand moved to the back of your head, trying to gently urge it forward. “Please, don’t stop.” That waver in his voice was still there, still present and showing you just how much he was enjoying this. And who were you to deny this sweet man what he so clearly craved? Without warning him, your mouth was back on him again, but instead of teasing him, and licking around the head again, you had taken him right up to the hilt.
König made a sound like the very air had been sucked from his lungs, his eyes clamping shut as he tried his damndest not to move. The urge to keep your head still in his hands and just fuck was strong. Almost too strong; he had to grip at his shirt, tug at the material, to make sure he didn’t completely lose his decorum and seem like a feral animal. Turns out, though, that despite his urges, he didn’t need to thrust at all. His thoughts, and the friction you were making, was making this all more perfect. He had been so lost in his own bliss, that he hadn’t registered the bliss building to a crescendo until it was rippling through his body with a force to rival… Well, anything he had experienced up till that point.
Every muscle in his body seemed to contract and release simultaneously, and through the sheer elation coursing through his brain he was vaguely aware of that sweet mouth of yours swallowing around his cock. His hips bucked weakly through the sensation, and you replied by gently pushing your hands back on his hips, trying to make him stay still as much as you were able to. When König finally started to slow his hips down, you pulled your mouth from his cock with a small, lewd pop. Your eyes trailed up his heaving chest as you tenderly tucked him back into his trousers, before you pushed yourself to standing. König’s eyes moved to you, then, his blissed out gaze hardly able to focus on you as shivers and aftershocks ran through him.
“You should hit the showers,” You advised him. He nodded, slowly, as if he were only vaguely aware of what you were telling him.
“Mhm…” He hummed, clearly not trusting his voice enough to agree with his words. He tried to push himself up from where he had begun resting after his climax, his entire body quaking like a leaf in the wind. You had never seen the colonel so… Shaken.
“You all good?” You asked him, as your hands moved to his arms to try and help steady him. He nodded, and you caught his eyes close for a moment as he made an attempt to centre himself.
“Yes, all… All good.” He finally spoke, and he seemed… Somewhat distant - as if his mind were still replaying those recent moments of pleasure, keeping him in that cycle of euphoria. You watched him for a moment, taking a small step back as a smile tweaked at your lips. He looked as if he would stumble every few steps down to the showers. And as funny as that would be in any other situation, you didn’t really want that to happen to him today.
You squeezed his arm gently. “How about we hit the showers later, instead? You look like you need a lay down, first.” You kept your voice low and soothing, not wanting to immediately break him out of his ecstasy. You’d rather ease him out of it instead. At his next nod, you helped him stand, having carefully pulled him away from the shelf and waited for a moment to make sure he wouldn’t fall when you turned to get the door. You checked the hallway outside - thankfully still as empty as when you had gone into the cupboard. Perhaps there hadn’t been anything to worry about to begin with, but you weren’t going to complain. It felt like months of tension had finally been worked through. “Let’s get you back to your bunk, eh, Colonel?” You chuckled to him, gently guiding him out of the cupboard. He didn’t respond to you for a moment, before he then piped up from behind you.
“I’ll return the favour at some point, Schatz…”
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