It's Viper's birthday, and everything is in place for the perfect night with the man I love.
I waited for Viper at the Highest Point of Skyhaven. It was decorated to look like a stage with dusty pink curtains with sage green tassels. Streamers and garland were set up too! He said he was on his way about 10 minutes ago, so I took the cake I decorated and placed it under the silver dome on the table.
Hopefully, the outfit I picked out for him fit well enough. I had hidden my own outfit away in a separate suitcase: baggy black jeans with a suede rope belt rested on my hips while a soft green top that was cropped in the front but basically a sheer empire dress elsewhere was over a sagey halter crop top. I had a matching newsboy hat with black frog enclosures as accents. My bracelets matched the vibe of the belt. The choker I wore was one I hadn’t worn since high school and was paired with a golden necklace with a heart locket. Comfortable combat boots helped me feel sturdy even when I was so high up.
A small snake climbed up as I placed my note in front of the dome.
“Oh, Ronnie. There you are. I’m guessing that means Viper is here.” I let her wrap herself around my arm.
She stuck her tongue out and tickled my cheek.
I giggled before calling out, “Ready when you are!”
When Viper walked out, I pulled the string of a popper and let confetti go everywhere. He didn’t have much time to recover as dozens of pictures of our time together played on the screen. Our sightseeing, our private dinner, every meal and shopping spree were on display as a recap of his birthday celebrations. Then it all got ‘sucked into’ a scrapbook that was on a small table.
“Surprise!” I cheered.
“Wow. I don’t know what to sssay. Mousey, is thissss what we were being followed around for?” He asked.
My darling was wearing the outfit I had chosen too! A pair of punk styled pants with one leg being a solid black and the other a hot pink plaid was under a long knit sweater that was highly distressed. You could see his skin peeking from the artistic damage. It was cold up here, so he was also wearing the black to hot pink ombre leather jacket, too. Along with all his jewelry that he thought fit the occasion.
I nodded, “Yep! I know your chip is gone, but I still worry that you might be forced to forget me at any moment. So, I want as many pictures of us as possible. We were having fun, living in the moment, so I couldn’t take as many pictures as I would have wanted. So, I got some outside help.”
Viper held me close, “No matter if all my mechanics fail, I’d never forget you, Y/N. Every moment with you…your smile, your scent, it’d make me remember in an instant. Don’t you ever worry about that.”
“Then, what else are photos for? It sounds like you’re calling my gift useless.” I pouted.
“WHAT? NO! No, that’ssss not what I meant!” He cupped my face. “Even thosssse of humanity that aren’t mostly circuits use scrapbooksss because we tend to forget the little things. We get wrapped up in day to day life, jackasses at train stations, and tiny arguments that we forget little girls on the mountain and comfortable insssside dinners.”
Viper picked up the book and smiled as he flipped through it. Some of the pics from our own cameras were inside it as well. He noted that there were still many empty pages for them to fill up for his future birthdays.
I guided him to a stool on a tiny stage and had him hold out his arms with his eyes closed. When he opened them, he saw a brand new custom guitar. It looked sort of like the one in the museum, but instead of sleek black, this one was a colorshift between pink and green for the main body.
He gasped, “You’re joking! Ssstop! You’re pulling my leg!”
“Nope.” I giggled.
Viper held it like his first born child, “Did you name it?”
I shook my head, “It’s your guitar, Vi. That job is up to you. It’s mostly the same except for a few materials and the color, but the heart of it is nearly identical. Why don’t you try it out?”
He looked at me with a smirk, “I’ll play it as you sing happy birthday, how’sss that sound?”
“Ok. Speaking of. It’s time for the cherry on top!” I showed him the cake I had decorated after lighting the candles and began to sing. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Viper! Happy birthday to you!”
Viper strummed along with my voice. The light illuminated his cheery expression.
“Make a wish, but don’t tell me.” I said.
After closing his golden eyes and holding back his green strands, the man blew out the candles on his cake.
“I feel like I’m on cloud 9!” Viper plucked the strings with his fingers. “This vacation. All these gifts! You really pulled out all the stops for me. I…I don’t know what to sssay.”
“Why speak when we can sing?” I sat on the stool beside him as Ronnie found home on my shoulder.
We spent the rest of the night having our own little concert. He sang songs his heart knew well, and I cheered for him after each one. I loved getting to spend this time with my two favorite snakes.
It's a quiet night in as the two of us decompress from the past few days and enjoy dinner in our hotel room. I get to see a hopeful and softer side of Viper that nobody else gets to see. However, he's not a soft guy all the time.
As Viper took his shower, I looked through the pictures the photographers took throughout the day. I did this every night and had to pick my favorite 10. They could delete the rest. There were so many photos and they were all so amazing! Of course, Viper and I took our own pics too. Some angles, only the two of us could get.
A knock on the door meant dinner had been delivered. We were too tired to wear ‘real clothes’ and go to the main restaurant. So, french fries and burgers it was! The staff set it up all nice on the table and then left with words of thanks. Viper came out just in time as he dried his hair with a towel.
“Was that food?” He asked.
“Yep. They even set our plates up for us. I cracked the window so that the smell doesn’t linger, but let me know if you get chilly.” I said.
The truth was that I wanted some photos of us even in this private moment. It was one of the Special Moments I wanted captured. Viper nodded and sat down to eat. The two of us were in full view of the open window in fluffy white bath robes eating warm and delicious food.
“You really know how to make a guy feel special without expecting anything in return.” Viper said. “With Father, I still had to follow his orderssss and build up the…well, you know. It feelsssss unreal getting to be treated so well.”
I held his hand, “All I want in return is your smile. I want to hear your laugh and ride in your cars by your side. Even if we don’t get to travel very far, I’ll do my best to make the moments special.”
He smiled and then his attention seemed to go towards the window, “Do you feel like, well. It might be some lingering paranoia, but I’ve felt a bit watched over these passsst few dayssss. Would you happen to know anything about that?”
“Not just anything. Everything. I assure you we aren’t in any danger. It’s part of your birthday surprise.” I told him just enough to quell his paranoia.
Viper’s shoulders seemed to relax, “Alright. I was pretty sure it wasss, but I felt like I needed to bring it up jussssst in cassse we had some unwanted voyeurs.”
When the photags left, they sent me a message saying how cute the two of us were. I couldn’t help but smile as Viper rolled the empty plates and cups out the door. We decided to watch a movie to wind down the night while I styled his hair for tomorrow. It was mostly the same as his usual loose bun, but it had a braid acting as a hairband.
“It’s almost your birthday! I can’t wait until tomorrow!” I said as the credits rolled.
Viper saw me about to get up from the bed and stopped me. He placed the hair brush onto the nightstand and crawled on top.
“We’ve been celebrating this whole time. Can I have a gift now?” Viper’s piercings and lips traced along my jaw and then pressed against my own mouth for a kiss. “I want to see if the talesmins actually work.”
“With you and me, of course they do. What did you wanna unwrap first?” I asked and pulled him down into me.
Going up the side of a mountain to see a historical ritual seemed quite romantic when I first read about it. However, with Viper's support and a bit of mountain magic, it turns out sweeter than planned.
Yesterday had been a lot of fun! Today was our 5th full day of celebrating Viper’s upcoming birthday. We hardly had a moment to be still. Even today, we had to wake up early in order to partake in today’s main event: a hike.
I yawned for the millionth time on the trail.
“You’re the one who suggested usssss doing this thing and yet you’re lagging behind.” He pulled me gently up the next set of stairs to a bench.
“Sorry. I’m just not used to waking up before noon, but today is the only day they’re…they’re doing the…the thing.” I yawned again and opened the brochure. “To preserve the forest, they only do the ceremony to the forest spirit once a week at 1pm at the end of the trail. It’s how his devotee showed her love and loyalty.”
“You don’t have to do thisss walk to prove your loyalty to me. Besidesss, everything else you’ve done showsss your love anywayssss.” He rubbed my back.
I sighed, “I knowwwww, but the experience is valuable, too! Getting to experience local history. Who knows? This snake god could be a great ancestor of yours or something.”
“Asssss if. Though, I musssst admit that I am interested in this ceremony.” He let me drink some of his water. “Let’s see if picking up the paccceee will wake you, weary traveller.”
“Ok. I’ll try if you give me a kiss.” I stood up and stretched.
I wasn’t expecting him to actually steal a kiss from my lips. I also didn’t expect it to be an effective motivator.
We got to the top of the small mountain with 20 minutes to spare! I jumped up and down in joy now fully awake but also a different type of tired. With the sun high in the sky, sweat poured down my body. Viper seemed to have gotten more efficient with the warmth.
“There are several snack shopsss around. You sit while I get us something.” He led me towards a picnic table.
It was even land up here. Lots of spots to take pictures and celebrate reaching the peak. It was nice and had a slight breeze to help cool me off.
“It’s your birthday week! I’m supposed to do stuff for you!” I pouted.
“The besssst thing you can do for me issss not pass out. It wouldn’t be much of a happy birthday if you got heat stroke.” Viper lightly scolded me.
I rolled my eyes and got a bit dizzy, “Ok. Fine. Can you see if they have ice cream, please?”
“Can do.” He wiped the sweaty hair stuck to my forehead back and placed a kiss in between my eyes.
The ice cream was nice and didn’t melt too fast. It really helped us to cool down and get something energizing in our bellies. We also refilled our water bottles and got snacks for our trip back down. I hadn’t thought about having to do it all over again.
Then the drums started and the shake of dried gourds heralded the arrival of the Forest Spirit. Viper and I quickly found a seat near the edge of the second row and watched intently. There wasn’t much addressing of the audience as the music continued. A pair of actors played the parts of the Spirit and his Follower. They didn’t look a lot like the tapestries and paintings on display.
But…Viper did.
I didn’t even notice myself until I heard other guests whispering beside and behind us. A little girl even tugged on the pocket of Viper’s pants.
“Huh?” He had to lift his arm to see her.
“Are you the usual actor for the Snake Spirit?” She asked with innocent wide eyes.
Viper giggled, “No. I’m his desssscendant here to make sure they’re doing it right. Don’t reveal my sssssecret.” and put a finger to his lips after showing off his tongue.
The girl gasped and then looked at me, “Are you his devoted follower?”
“Something like that.” I shrugged.
She then gave him and me a piece of candy and put her hands together, “Please accept my offering so that I can get down the mountain safely.”
“I’m sure the Forest Spirit heard you and grants your wish.” Viper could barely contain his smile. “But you have to listen to your parents, too, ok?”
She nodded, “Ok!” and went back to her seat.
Once the ceremony was coming to a close, the actors who were servants of the Forest Spirit went around and gave a few people good luck charms. The “god” himself made eye contact with me and then looked at Viper. It seemed he was surprised about how closely he looked to the pictures as well. He called over a follower and told the woman to give us a special charm.
She danced over to us and offered a charm to Viper but addressed me as well as she said, “From the Forest God himself. For romantic luck and fertility.”
Both of us blushed and thanked her.
“Romantic luck?” I giggled.
“Fertility?” Viper shook his head. “I guesssss such a charm couldn’t hurt.”
He put it into his pocket. Then the two of us stood near the start of the first bridge on our way down. The girl from before got scared halfway and ran back, right into Viper’s hip.
I nudged him and cleared my throat, “Seems like the Forest Spirit himself wants you to help this little girl down the mountain.”
“It ssssseems so.” He crouched down. “Get on my back and hold on. If you get scared again, hide your face.”
Making it down was so much easier since we had a bit of a distraction from exhaustion. We even sang a few songs to keep her occupied as well. Her parents were on the 2nd rest stop and frantically looking for her.
“Darling, there you are! We thought the monsters got you.” Her mother said.
“Sorry. I got scared and went the wrong way. The descendent of the Forest Spirit and his devotee helped me, though!” She pointed at Viper.
The dad took in the two of us and smiled, “I guess they did. Thank you, you two.” He bowed to us and let us go ahead.
“Were you really ok with being called my devotee?” Viper asked as we hopped back into the utility vehicle we rented for the week.
“Viper, I’m hopelessly devoted to you. Some people can notice it more clearly than others is all.” I kissed his cheek, and a soft rattle came from his throat.
I take Viper to a museum where he gets to relive some of his first moments of childhood freedom and gets into a small spat with the museum's curator.
Our first day of events was mostly sightseeing. We got a lay of the land to make our following days a bit easier. Skyhaven had a lot of locations even Viper hadn’t seen. A museum dedicated to the history of rock ‘n roll was mostly empty this time of day, so we got to take our time looking at everything. Viper listed off everything he knew about certain guitars and artists. Some of the origins were hazy, but he told me about things that were ‘most likely’ accurate.
“What I really like isss that the culture of rock music vs itss source and inspiration are so different. Though, I do wish modern artistssss gave more credit to ssssoul music and the like.” He looked up at a black and white photo of two very differently dressed groups.
A musical exchange between an older and a younger generation.
Then the sound of rock music filled the hall. It was playing in the background, but this one was louder. We followed the tune to a guitar that was preserved in its current state instead of being refurbished. There was a speaker going through a playlist of all the songs it originally played back when it was in use.
“No way! Thissss is the first song I ever learned by myself!” His fingers started to pluck and strum on an air guitar.
It was hard to hide my smile. The gift I had planned for him was gonna put him into a coma. I was proud of myself but also…he looked so happy! Viper was living in an amazing moment of his past while being right by my side in the present day. I was looking forward to our future together.
I couldn’t help but applaud after he finished his ‘performance’. Viper blushed a bit and kissed my cheek.
“Thissss is the guitar I made mine look like. It probably sounds a lot different, what with modern technology and sssstuff, but if I ever got to play a proper remake…I’d be on top of the world.” He grinned. “Thank you sssso much for this, Sunshine! I didn’t even know thisss was here!”
“Then your man might not be as big a fan as you made him out to be.” A voice that was slightly familiar to me joined our little musings.
“What makes you say that? Oh, Viper, this is the curator I talked to in order to make sure they’d be open today.” I introduced the two.
The curator looked him up and down, “Any real fan knows where all the items of their idols are at any given time.”
“If only knowing thingssss made you a fan of something, I’m a big fan of bullshit. I am not. Some thingssss are meant to be appreciated from a distanccccce for their own safety. That part is true. Preservation is a very important part of hisssstory. However, like a song, being a fan is more than one assssspect.” Viper folded his arms and glared at the man.
“I am unsure if I can agree with you. If you don’t know everything about something, or someone do you truly love it?” He asked.
My boyfriend folded his arms, “Part of loving is discovery. There is always something to learn when you’re interacting with topics of interest. Like when you listen to a song and hear a part you never noticed before. It usually makes you cherish that song even more.”
The man tapped his chin, “I do have to agree with you on that front. While we show our adoration for rock and roll quite differently, I must say your way is intriguing. Discovery as a part of love.
I tapped Viper’s arm,”We should get going. We’ve got lunch reservations soon.”
“Ah, yes, of course.” The curator said, stepping aside. “I do hope you come back again to talk about this more.”
My green haired lover agreed, “Soundssss like a plan.”
I lowered my voice as we left, “Don’t steal it now that you do know where the guitar is.”
“Assss tempting as that ssssoundsss, I already have all I need right here.” He squeezed my hand. “Anything elsssssse can be shared with ease.”
At the hotel, I get some much needed cuddles and coils from my snake boyfriend. The pieces are already starting to fall in place for his birthday celebration.
As Viper and I got to the hotel he chose for his birthday, he told me how he found the location.
“It’ssss an old inn that was remodeled once the owner’sss only son came back from architecture school. He helped to redesign the whole place and had other friends he made do the actual construction. Not to mention, it survived an entire fl--” He saw the extra blankets on the bed. “You remembered!”
“Of course I did! The nights here can get cold, so you’ll need an extra layer or six if my body heat isn’t enough.” I wiggled next to him.
Viper blushed and pulled me into his arms, “You sssaid you had the entire week planned for ussss. I just had to pick the place. What’s next in your grand plan?”
I wriggled out of his arms, put the blankets on the side of our bed, and lay on my back, “A nap. I’m tired from travelling, and your birthday week doesn’t start until tomorrow. I’ll unpack later. For now, I don’t wanna fall asleep on my mealplate.” I reached my arms out to my green haired lover. “Join me.”
He hopped into the bed with no hesitation. Viper’s leather jacket was soft and well worn. It had been MONTHS since I got to be by his side again. Both of us had been busy with our own lives and missions. For now, none of that mattered. I brushed his long hair back behind his ear as he looked at me.
“I look forward to it all.” He held me close and held the back of my head as I put my face into his shoulder.
I woke up first and saw that sunset would be soon. At least we would get to eat dinner together. A few notifications were on my phone. The photography package was approved even though I signed up at the last minute. I kicked my feet out of excitement and went onto the balcony to have a short chat with the staff.
They sent me headshots of the three photographers that would have their lenses trained on us so I wouldn’t worry. The package was that Viper and I wouldn’t have to worry about taking high quality pictures this week. That would be done by others. We’d get to just enjoy the activities and they’d capture the moments for us!
I sent them our itinerary and the team’s leader said they looked forward to working with us. They’d have at least one at each event. The soft click and grind of the glass door sliding open caught my attention.
“What are you doing out here, Mousey?” Viper asked.
“Watching the sunset and thinking about what to wear to dinner. Also, the last part of my secret plans wanted to chat. I didn’t wanna wake you.” I replied.
He looked up at the sky and put his hand around my waist. The gentle breeze let me see his face more clearly while his piercings twinkled in the dying light.
“You said you were watching the sunset, but your eyesss are on me.” The man smirked.
I put my head on his shoulder, “Can I not see the sunset reflected in your eyes? I think it’s more beautiful that way.”
His cheeks became dusted with red, and I decided to tease him more.
My fingers poked his blushing apples, “Golden eyes and red cheeks. See? You’re my own personal sunset!”
“Sssssssssstop it~” He covered his face with his hands. “Being yours is my favorite thing to be, but sssometimesss I think the cost might be too high.”
“Oh no, genuine affection. However will you manage?” I playfully nudged him and put his hands around my waist.
My arms went over his shoulder, and he hid his face in the crook of my neck. His split tongue waiting for me to let down my guard before having a taste. I squealed and then covered my mouth.
“I think I’ll manage jusssst fine.” Viper grinned and went back inside.
Lovely Sacrifice will continue in August. I just am busy preparing for his bday month and irl work that I can't function as a "normal" human if I put more attention on his Myth.
Just wanted to do a formal announcement for any fans of my stuff.
this is exactly how i expected a viper fan to request viper LOL i missed the opportunity to do something abt her gloves damn.. enjoy a scenario of viper eating up how easily you follow her.. no posturing required.. with an edge of "u can take the scientist out of the lab but not the lab out of the scientist"
WARNINGS: smut, dry humping, restraint (using hands), gender neutral reader, u get ordered around lwk, edging?, written at 2am 😬
If only Sabine Callas could soften her grip–and if only you really wanted her to.
The chemist has always been acknowledged as high-strung by just about anyone who has seen the furrow of her brow or the strain of her voice, and it was apparent the assumption was at least not entirely incorrect. Of course, it’s not as if she was incapable of being delicate; she’s no fool. The right outcome requires the right approach–but chemistry often demands such monotonous restraint, and combat situations often lack structure. Her solace from the relentless pursuit of control was found in you. More specifically, in exerting control of the most unquestionable kind over you.
Her thin fingers encircle your wrists in a hold that only seems to become tighter the longer she holds you to the bed, much like a python’s. If you were coherent enough to make the ironic connection, you would have laughed. But as it was, Sabine’s legs were over your hips and your mind was blank of anything but anticipation at the plethora of options before the woman above you. Your neck was bared, your chest rose and fell with increasing frequency, and the warmth of lust was only spreading. The smooth planes of her thighs were tight against your sides–but she held herself there, unwilling to rush.
“Eyes on me.” She commanded, voice lower than a true reprimand but still cool with warning. It didn’t cross your mind to disobey and when you met her gaze the deep green of her eyes were almost fully eclipsed by her pupils. ‘Intense’ is a word many would use to describe Sabine, but this kind was saved for you–the thought made your fingers twitch.
Sabine, even with her eyes fully trained on yours, noticed. She leaned in, her mouth over your suddenly hot ear.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself.” Venom-steeped words spilled into your ear, and were punctuated by her hips dropping onto yours with a rough buck forward.
The movement should have felt like nothing more than what it was; friction between clothed cores. It should have been stimulating, but not flat-out euphoric. You supposed that was the benefit of her calculating nature. Sabine knew exactly how and when to give and take to get the result she wanted, and for now it seemed like that was torturing you. As you squirmed underneath her slow, deliberate thrusts, your thoughts left the vulnerability of having your hands hoisted over your head and moved on to cursing the fabric between the two of you.
HI SORRY I JUST SAW THE REPLY 😭😭😭 reader is afab but nb and is bi but fem leaning ^^ they're a loser in terms of loser artist that SUCKS at any STEM subjects but is interested,, preferably, they're shorter than Sabine and als met in VALORANT rather than outside of it
hc/blurbs:
sabine thought she’d seen clingy when chamber came into her life
then you showed up,
she first noticed you looking at her with that stupid dumb face of yours
then when she agreed to a date with you (HA TAKE THAT VINCENT)
she noticed you taking her face in like you were memorizing her face.
“what are you looking at?”
“oh, um, nothing-uh-you just looked really pretty, the sunlight was hitting your face exactly like a renaissance painting and i was…um, never mind”
you definitely look adorable from her eyes,
this one time you left your sketchbook open and she noticed how you drew her like a goddess-so pretty to the point she hadn’t recognized herself
“sweetie, i saw your drawing”
“oh, you did? did you like them?”
….
she then learned you’d left it open on purpose.
whenever you bring coffee for her, she rewards you with a kiss and watches you fluster to actually make a coherent sentence
but when she’s working too much, and you actually manage to convince her to leave her desk, she definitely thinks it’s hot
“sabine, you haven’t left your lab for the past 20 hours. you have to get some rest”
“don’t worry sweetheart, i’ll sleep”
“sabine…”
and when she didn’t get up. you, her cute-adorable significant other, managed to lift her up, and carried her to your bedroom.
yeah, she needs to test that strength another day….
