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the alchemy of desire

I had an idea, and then my brain spit out like twice as many words of it than I originally planned. So here. have a Star Rail fic?

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Honkai Star Rail - Jing Yuan x female reader - aphrodisiac

~3k words, mature

warnings: drugs (and lack of consent for), a vague hint of imagined sexual consent issues.

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It takes Jing Yuan an abnormally long time to realize he’s been drugged.

Of course, he knows the merchant making small talk with him is part of the coup conspiracy - it’s the whole reason he came to this otherwise mind-numbing event. But he didn’t expect her to be bold (or stealthy) enough to spike his drink. He’s off his game, which irritates him, in the back of his mind where the alchemical concoction hasn’t taken hold. The rest of him feels the warmth spreading through him, the pleasant haze of sexual desire starting to direct his bloodstream to southern climes, so to speak.

Well. So that’s her play. He almost laughs aloud as he realizes what he’s been dosed with. An aphrodisiac. How … droll.

He turns a lazy smile towards the woman in front of him. Her body language is all seduction - so, she intends to get the General in a compromising position and then … kill him? Blackmail him? Set up some scandalous scenario? There are many options, none of them particularly pleasant beyond the vague promise of an orgasm. Not that he had any intention of leaving with her, even if he hadn’t noticed the effect. But she may have had a slightly better chance of getting something out of this if it wasn’t for one variable.

You.

You’re in his line of sight; he’d positioned himself for that very reason, even before he took that ill-timed drink. You’re halfway across the room, making pleasant small talk with someone he half-recognizes, wearing a red dress that clings to your curves in ways that had already given him at least seven different creative and lewd thoughts this evening. You’ve been dodging his lazy attempts at flirting with you for months now; for a while, he thought you disapproved, but lately he’s become sure that you don’t actually think he’s serious. He knows he’ll break through eventually, but tonight, that dress has made it particularly difficult to wait for his prey to flinch. And now, the drug is encouraging the predator to the surface, filling his loins with heat as he sees you laugh at another man’s words, lean closer to make yourself heard over the music playing above.

The woman next to him is a sorry excuse for a hunter. She can’t even keep his attention with a drug and a set of very ample … assets.

The man you’re speaking with lays a hand on your arm, and something inside Jing Yuan snaps. The drug, he thinks, must be more powerful than he first thought. But even as that thought occurs, he is bidding farewell to the woman, over her protestations. He knows who she is, his people can find her later, he has no doubt about that. Right now, his body will only let him pursue one goal.

Your conversational partner sees him before you do, and to his credit, the man recognizes a superior predator immediately. He has backed away from you before Jing Yuan even stands beside him, which earns him some points for smarts. “I require your assistance,” he tells you, taking your now free arm and maneuvering you away without a second glance.

“What? What are you -“ Your voice is a soft hiss, and even that sound dances across his skin like an electric arc.

“I need help,” Jing Yuan murmurs softly. “I’m compromised.”

Whatever you see on his face ensures your immediate cooperation. He does feel a bit flush, now that he thinks about it. Perhaps the heat is beginning to show.

He leads you out the side door before stopping. Your immediate response is to stand in front of him and put your hands on his cheeks. “General, what happened to you?”

“That bad, hmmm?” His hands are covering yours before he can consider the movement. You’re beautiful under the moonlight. And he may have said that aloud, because you immediately widen your eyes and try to pull away from him. His hands curl around yours. “Apparently the drug is working faster than I thought.”

“Drug??” Your voice is a little too loud, and he squeezes your hands in response. “General, if you’re drugged, then we need to find -“

“I need to get back to the office,” he interrupts. “It’s the closest safe place, and I can call for backup from there.”

“But there must be a physician here!”

“We can call for one from the office. Help me,” he says. “You’re the only one I can trust here.”

It’s true, in the ways that matter. Despite the fact that he knows half of the party attendees, you are the only person he trusts to see him in a weakened state. That shrinking part of his mind that remains clear knows this is dangerous, that the heat inside of him wants you close because it wants to devour you, but he’s not a pup - he can maintain his self control. He has centuries of experience with it.

Your face softens at his words, and you tug him towards the street. He releases one of your hands, but does not let you remove the other from his grasp.

You ask him about the drug, and he answers honestly. Your offense on his behalf is pleasant. “We need to catch her!”

“I know who she is, and can find out where she lives very easily tomorrow,” Jing Yuan tells you. “She does not entirely realize that I know her game. She may suspect, and will probably panic tonight, but putting a face to the conspiracy will break it open for us.”

“But she tried to …” Your free hand waves uselessly in the air, before you land on, “assault you!”

“Do you think I would have been led astray, my sweet?”

“The fact that you’re calling me ‘my sweet’ tells me you’re drugged to the gills,” you mutter. “So maybe.”

He laughs. You’re adorable when you’re angry. And when you’re embarrassed. And this time, he’s pretty sure he didn’t say that aloud. But the drug is definitely proving to be stronger than he anticipated. He cannot take his eyes off of you. The way your glossy lips seem to glow in the moonlight, the slight movement of your chest underneath the silky dress, the way one strap seems to be on the verge of slipping down your bare shoulder - there’s a howling voice in his mind telling him to push you into a shadow and mark you, taste you, make you his. Or prove to you that you’re already his. That you’ll never be anyone else’s - certainly not that bland specimen you were speaking with at the party.

And that’s definitely not his own thoughts. Not … entirely. He has nothing against the perfectly pleasant seeming stranger, and you were probably just speaking about some trivial entertainment, basic party chatter. But merciful aeons, this drug is erasing his hard-won control at a rapid pace.

It’s good that they targeted him, he thinks faintly, trying to concentrate on the violation instead of you. Had they given this to a lesser person - one without his training, his experience, his sheer amount of patience - someone would be hurt by now. He needs to alert someone when he gets to the office. Call Fu Xuan, get her to organize a search party, make sure no one else at the event was affected …

… he needs to taste your fucking skin, it’s a hunger he has no words for. Needs your legs wrapped around his hips, needs to feel you bucking beneath him, begging, gasping -

“General? Jing Yuan?”

Your voice is, as usual, completely alluring, but it’s undercut with a concern that shakes him briefly back to true lucidity. You’ve stopped in the middle of the path, no more than a block away from the office. You step closer to him, still holding his hand, looking up at his face as if you’re searching for something - a sign that things will be okay. He can faintly smell your perfume on the night breeze, and may the Reignbow Arbiter help him, he’s going to devour you if you move even an inch closer.

“I need to get inside,” he says, voice hoarse. He lets go of your hand - he feels empty now, like he let a prize slip through his grasp, but the contact is more than he can stand right now.

He walks faster, and can hear your heels clacking on the stones behind him. You’ll keep up. He just can’t look back at you right now, not feeling like this.

If whoever made this poison doesn’t already work for the Alchemy Commission, he thinks, then they should - just as soon as their century-long prison sentence is complete.

Inside, he manages to steel himself long enough to place a call to one of the guards on duty, telling him to fetch the Vidyadhara healer immediately. But his biggest problem is still here - his own fault, he brought you here, he wanted your company. He should be keeping you safe, not putting you in danger. And this? This is danger. This is a darkened office, free of its usual flow of people, just you and him and this maddening desire that wants to claw through his skin and take you for its own.

“Leave now,” he says, as he hears your steps approach.

“Of course I’m not leaving!” you protest. “This drug is making you ill, if something were to happen to you …”

You trail off as Jing Yuan turns around to face you. When takes a step toward you, you take an automatic half-step back. Ah, so you recognize when you’re being hunted, in some way. Under normal circumstances, he’d rather see you fling yourself enthusiastically into his arms, but in this condition, he takes no small pleasure in the nerves you’re beginning to show. “Ill is not the word I’d use to describe the effect,” he says in a soft voice. He takes another step, but this time, you hold your place. Both parts of his mind are unreasonably proud of you for it.

He places a hand on your shoulder, over that flimsy strap that had caught his attention on the street. One tug, and it would be out of his way, and he’d be able to finally taste your sweet skin. Or tug far enough, and the whole dress would come falling away, and he could finally lift you up and spread your legs and feel your heat pressed against him. You would let him, he knows, he can see that spark of lust in your gaze, even as it flashed against nerves and concern. He could make you forget the rest. Forget everything except what his cock feels like inside of you.

…. And that’s why you have to get out of this office.

When he speaks again, his voice is so soft as to be nearly inaudible, if he weren’t two inches away from your face. He can feel your breath quicken against his cheek, see every tiny shudder you make - fear or desire? He’s pretty sure you don’t even know at this point. “Leave.”

The first second passes by without movement, and he’s rarely felt more conflicted than he does right now. But just as the drug is threatening to win the battle, you take a large step backward. “I’ll be - I’ll go find - someone better -“ And then you’re gone. You don’t flee, you make yourself walk with forced slowness, and he can see you trembling as you go.

When he can no longer see you through the door, he finally lets himself stagger backward, feeling behind him for a chair. Without somewhere to focus his hormonal rush, the physical sensations wash through his body. “Someone better,” he breathes. If you mean someone he’s less likely to maul, then yes, literally anyone would be better. But otherwise … there’s no one better than you. Not to him.

It would be rude to masturbate in his public office, he tells himself silently - not to mention that the little doctor would sooner stop his heart with a bolt of light than deal with any of that when she arrives. Best to suffer, he tells himself. It won’t last long.

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Several days later, Jing Yuan is still at home all day, “recovering.” He may have started feeling perfectly healthy yesterday, but he so rarely gets a perfectly valid excuse to avoid the paperwork piling on his desk, he can’t bear to let it go to waste yet. The only down side is that he hasn’t seen you since that night. He spotted you hovering in the doorway as the healer and a couple of Cloud Knights tended to him, but you were gone before they helped him get back home. His sources tell him that you’ve been overworking yourself ever since, which really won’t do.

There’s only one answer - you’ll have to come to him. So he sends a note to the Seat of Divine Foresight, requesting your presence.

And right on schedule, he hears your voice in the foyer. He feels a smile spread across his face, but he doesn’t stand until you’ve entered his sitting room. He’s missed seeing your face - and your blush, now in evidence again as you realize he’s wearing only his lounging robe here. “You’re feeling better, then?” you ask.

“Entirely. But shhh,” he says with a wink, “I wouldn’t want to lose out on a couple more days of leisure.”

You roll your eyes, and he laughs. Good, he can see the tension you were holding in your shoulders fade away with the familiar banter. “I’m glad,” you say, after a moment. “That you’re better. I was scared the other night, I’ve never seen anything affect you like that.”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been careless enough to let myself get poisoned.” He steps closer to you, searches your face. “But my question is … were you scared for me, or of me?”

Your eyes widen, and you look him directly in the eye. “I wasn’t scared of you, Jing Yuan. I trust you.”

“Good.” Another half step forward; at this point, you’re forced to crane your neck to meet his gaze. “Because you were trembling quite a bit that night. I had to wonder.”

You sigh, shifting your weight from one foot to another. “No you didn’t,” you say, still holding his gaze. “You’re well aware of why - why I reacted the way I did.”

“Am I?”

You flinch first - as always - and take a step backward before pacing to the other side of the room. “The conspirators are rounded up, mostly. There are a few stragglers, but we have the woman who dosed you, as well as the person who made the drug.”

“I know. You’ve spent a lot of hours on this over the last few days.” You’re tired, he can see that much on your face. “I’m told you’ve barely left the office.”

You shrug, still avoiding his gaze. “There’s a lot to do. We need to make sure they’re not able to pull any more tricks.”

“They won’t be.” He may not have been able to see to it himself, but that’s why he surrounds himself with all the best people he can find. Including you. “You’ve done well. But it’s time for you to rest.”

Now your gaze cuts back to him. “Some of us don’t have the luxury of simply declaring our own leisure time.”

“You do if I declare it.” He grins. “How about this - you are now officially assigned as my personal aide until I recover.”

“You just admitted you’ve already recovered?”

“Did I? I have no memory of that.” Jing Yuan holds a hand out to you. “Come, spend time with me.”

You look at his extended hand, and he can see your own hand flexing, as if it wants to move of its own volition. But you take a deep breath and remain still. “Jing Yuan. Please.”

The soft word makes something stutter in his chest. “What do you need from me?”

You cast your eyes to the floor again, as your lips turn upward in a sad smile. “Mercy. Please stop teasing.”

Ah. You’re still there, are you? “What do you think I’m teasing about?”

“And stop answering me with a question. Especially ones with obvious answers.” Your shoulders square, and you look up at him again. “You know I have … feelings. For you. I’m sure it’s been obvious since we first met. And the other night - Lan help me, but even as I was scared for you and sick that someone would do that to you, I was also …” You close your eyes for a brief moment, before opening them again. “Pleased. That you were paying that kind of attention to me. Even though I knew it wasn’t really you, or about me at all. And I still feel really awful about that.”

So that’s how it is, inside your head? He certainly has some work to do. “You have no reason to feel bad,” he says. Now he steps into your space, reaches over to cup your cheek. “It was me. It was about you. Let me be absolutely clear - you are the entire reason that things were not worse that night.”

“How so?” Your voice is little more than a whisper.

“Because you were all I could see. When the concoction kicked in, you caught my eye, and that woman didn’t have a chance of getting my attention.” He leans down, close enough that his breath plays across your face. “Because all it did was magnify desires that already existed. Desire for you.”

Dark pupils have started to take over your eyes; your mouth forms the shape of his name, but no sound comes out. That won’t do - there are few better sounds in his world right now than your voice saying his name. He’s going to have to figure out all the ways he can make you sound while saying it. “Stay with me,” he murmurs. “Let me show you some of the lovely images that tormented me that night. I think they’ll be quite pleasant for both of us.”

When you speak again, the words aren’t exactly what he was expecting. Your hands finally come up, fisting in the edges of his robe. “Jing Yuan. Are … are you wearing anything underneath this thing?”

Perhaps the smile that comes across his face is still the smile of a predator - that’s okay, as long as the prey is willing to be caught. “There’s really only one way to find out, isn’t there?”

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“No wonder you’re coughing so much, your tummy is exposed!“

Also Changsheng got one too Thoma just needed time to make one for her

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characters: jing yuan, you

a/n: idk I am so fed up and drained and tired and exhausted I just want to be held nothing more nothing less

In the endless stream of life, death and anguish; amidst the floating in the vast and endless space for ever and ever, days go still, the artificial sky of the luofu seems dull and the days become bleak.

Everything crafted to a perfection, perfect temperature, perfectly seasoned food, perfect conditions, clothes that are neither too harsh nor tight, never grazing against your skin to drive you off, even the people’s laughter in the distance never too loud— all too perfect and dull, like a veil pulled over.

Days on luofu begin to past like that once the numbness sets in. And in the blink of an eye, you find yourself growing dull with it.

Perhaps it’s that numbness that hurts the most, in theory, though you don’t even notice until it’s gotten too late and each molecule of a feeling has piled up.

You do not notice your body wandering off into nowhere, nor your arms resting against a balcony rail, eyes going over the perfectly captured view of life and normalcy— everyone in their own worlds, everyone moving on, save for you.

Nor do you notice the arms that go around your form, holding you close; or the warmth that spreads over your back and your body, the faint breathing near your neck.

Jing Yuan re-emerges from the shadows of faintly moving leaves once again. A breeze of fresh air, a constant reminder of change.

The ice breaks, the spell that holds its chains over the river of time dispells and everything comes crashing down for the first time in ages. Shoulders shaking slightly, your face carrying the same expression still, lips quiver and your vision gets blurry as the arms tighten their hold just a little.

‘I’m here.’ The hold says, ‘your existence is loud and clear.’ the act of tightening spells.

A leaf falls off and flutters down before your eyes, letting the breeze carry it over, take it on a journey unknown and brand new.

Because as still as it feels, life moves on, forward, one direction set into motion and not stopping until it all comes to an end, one final act.

As stagnant as life may feel, he stands proof that it is not the case, not now and certainly not as long as he keeps breathing.

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When Wanderer slowly starts to make friends in Sumeru

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HONKAI: STAR RAIL gifs (3/?)

Pom-Pom hiding from Kafka behind Welt 🥺

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sweep sweep 🧹

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i like him a normal amount

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Been a hot minute since I posted, got distracted playing Star Rail oops 🤭 have a tied up Jing Yuan as an apology, might do a Sampo one too 😼

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When Wanderer slowly starts to make friends in Sumeru

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Hello again, all. I have been completely taken over by Honkai Star Rail feels. There may be Jing Yuan fic on the way. I'm letting myself be self-indulgent about it right now, we'll see how it turns out.

In the meantime, if anyone would care to throw a romantic or sexy prompt for any of the currently playable characters (or, you know, one who will be playable this coming week) at a stranger to see what happens, I'd happily take them! My caveats/rules:

Looking for prompts that will keep themselves under or around 1k words.

Any heat level, including explicit, is on the table! I'm pretty open to most kinks as long as the prompter is an adult in their part of the world, and the prompt fits the rest of my points here.

None of the small-kid sized characters.

Male and female playable characters are both welcomed!

No Stellaron Hunters or Luocha at this point. I'm waiting for their character releases to wrap my brain around their actual characterization.

If not otherwise specified, I'll default to a female-identifying pairing partner, with female body parts for sexy stuff. But if you want something else - either a canon character pairing or a specific type of OC/reader/etc, please tell me!

No angst-only prompts, anything I write will have a happy/hopeful ending, even if it's a short thing.

I have no idea if there will be any takers, but I figured I'd throw this out there - nothing ventured, nothing gained! If you have a romantic or sexy prompt you'd like to see in the world, throw it my way!

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what’s wrong with secretary kim: ch 4

Fandom: Tears of Themis Characters: Vincent Kim, Marius von Hagen (not shipped)

Summary: Five times Vincent Kim put up with his boss’ antics, and one time he didn’t.

ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4

You can read this on AO3! See the replies to this post for the AO3 link.

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He Hates Working Overtime… But Not Always

Organising Marius’ calendar might just be the most tedious and difficult aspect of Vincent’s job. 

It took a full day, but he’s finally done adding the latest flood of appointments to the master schedule. It’s completely packed for up to the next six months, and Vincent even took pains to plan the schedule down to the minute. Naturally, he also factored in buffer time in between his appointments, and left room for any last-minute cancellations or last-minute appointments. 

Vincent can only wonder how Marius is able to handle this much responsibility at his age. Being the CEO of Pax Group is certainly no walk in the park. 

That is, until he’s struck by an act of God and is reminded that Marius isn’t always the most responsible CEO around. 

Exhibit A is happening right at this moment. 

“Vincent, cancel all my meetings for today,” Marius tells him over the phone, which has Vincent doing a double-take.

“What?”

“Cancel all my meetings for today.”

“…Sorry, I must have misheard. Would you mind saying that again?” 

“Vincent, I know you heard me that time.”

“I did, but�� wait— you mean, everything? You’re cancelling everything?”

Marius has the audacity to sigh. “Yes. Everything.”

“But— But why? You have a conference call with the vice-president of Boogle in fifteen minutes, a lunch with the directors of Tinysoft, a meeting with the board of directors after lunch and then a meeting with the mayor of Stellis at 4pm. You’re telling me to cancel on all of these people?”

“Yes. Just reschedule with them. Actually—I can do the conference call while driving, so leave that.” 

Just reschedule, the man says, as if the deed can be done with nothing more than a snap of the finger.

“I will call them immediately,” Vincent tells him, “but may I ask the reason for this sudden cancellation? They will need a good explanation.”

“I just can’t, okay? I’m busy.”

“And what are you so busy with that you have to cancel on people who booked appointments with you more than a month in advance?”

“Well…” 

Vincent has heard that sheepish tone before, and knows it can only mean one thing. Taking in a deep breath, he braces himself for an incredibly stupid reason for Marius’ sudden outburst this terrible morning. 

“She’s having her, err, monthly… lady problems.”

Vincent’s tone instantly falls flat — this isn’t the first time Marius has employed this excuse. “Can’t someone else take care of her? Shouldn’t she know how to manage by now given how… often she deals with this?” he suggests, while nervously eyeing the time on his watch and the master schedule currently displayed on his computer.

“Her cramps are so bad that she can’t leave the house to get pills to ease the pain. She can’t even get water for herself because she can’t walk. I’m her boyfriend. The least I can do is take care of her when she needs me, especially when she’s living alone.”

“The company needs you too—”

“I know, but this is an emergency. Please, Vincent. Reschedule the other appointments for me?” 

It’s not like Vincent can decline. So, like the faithful secretary he is, he simply replies politely as always. 

“I will. Leave it to me.”

“Thanks, Vincent. I appreciate it. Truly.” 

The line cuts, and Vincent sinks into his chair, looking like the world is about to end. 

But, there is no time for him to sit around and be depressed. Vincent quickly gets his act together and starts frantically searching for the numbers of the people he needs to call. 

***

After many rounds of apologising profusely and getting an earful (or basically getting yelled at) over the phone, the deed is finally done. Vincent returns his gaze to the calendar that he had planned so perfectly, and which is now going to take him a whole night to reorganise. 

He feels a sudden urge to throw a chair at his computer, but instead, he wisely chooses to get up and take a walk. Maybe some air will cool him off. That, and a bottle of hard liquor. 

But his evening plans are foiled when he receives a call on his work phone. As expected, it’s from his boss. 

Vincent ponders whether or not to pick up for two rings, but on the third ring he relents and reluctantly answers. Curse him and his strong sense of responsibility. 

“Is there anything else you need, young master?” he asks, sounding pleasant and professional as always. Sometimes he thinks he has a talent for this — perhaps a career switch to acting might be in order.

“Hey Vincent, sorry to call you at this time. Would you mind swinging by the convenience store and picking up some pads to deliver to her place?” 

The secretary’s composed tone falters slightly. “Sure… Is there a picture of the brand that she usually buys? How many does she need?”

There’s a pause and some muffled voices in the background before Marius speaks again. “I’ll send you a picture of it. Maybe get two packs?” 

“Will do. Is there anything else you would like me to bring?” 

“Hmm… how about some condoms?” 

He wonders if the condoms are so Marius can continue to fuck up his life even more. At this point, he’s partially resigned to his fate. “S-Sure…”

“I’m just kidding.” The young man bursts into laughter and Vincent is too relieved to get mad at him. “Just the pads will do. Thanks, Vincent.” 

“You’re very welcome. I will be there by 9. Is there anything else you need, young master?”

“Nope, thanks a lot Vincent. Appreciate your help today.”

He hangs up then, and Vincent stares at his phone for a second before exhaling like a deflated balloon. Well, the only thing he can’t complain about is the fact that at least Marius shows his appreciation and thanks him for the shit he puts him through. 

Still, it doesn’t change the fact that Vincent has his work cut out for him tonight. 

Just as despair begins to sink in, a brilliant idea pops into his head, and his imminent gloom begins to wash away. 

As faithful as he may be, this secretary isn’t about to take this much shit lying down without making sure he returns the favour. 

***

“Good evening, young master. I brought the items like you requested.” 

“Thanks Vincent. Woah, that’s a pretty big box you got there.”

“Of course, I wanted to make sure there was enough.” 

Marius blinks twice at him, seeming to notice the slightly sinister undertone in his secretary’s voice. Eventually, he finds the sense to respond. “Ah, I see. Thanks.” 

“Would you like to check to make sure that I got it all? If there’s a need for anything else I can go and pick these up right away.” 

“Sure.” Marius proceeds to open the box, and it takes a few seconds before his eyes widen in alarm.

His head snaps up. “Vincent, you–” 

“I got a whole box of pads and extra condoms at your request, young master,” Vincent says, making sure his voice is loud enough so the young man’s girlfriend can hear from where she is in the living room. “I hope you are satisfied with this, but if it’s not enough, please let me know.”

“Hey, I didn’t—”

“Oh? It’s not enough? I will fetch another two boxes right away, young master.” 

Vincent’s smile only grows at the panic that is visibly increasing in Marius’ face. His face is so red that it looks like it might explode at any minute, especially the moment a sharp call of his name sounds from inside the apartment. 

“I thought I said it was just a joke,” Marius hisses, glancing behind his shoulder at the sound of approaching footsteps. 

“I thought you were joking about it being a joke, so I bought these just in case,” Vincent continues smoothly. “You know how thorough I am.” 

Before Marius can get another word out, a voice comes from right behind him. “Marius, we need to talk.” The cold tone makes even Vincent shiver a little. Marius looks visibly frightened now, much like a lamb about to go in for the slaughter. 

“If that’s all, I will go now. I will need some time to rearrange your master schedule after today’s cancellations.”

A look of realisation crosses Marius’ face, but Vincent turns on his heel just as the young man’s lips parts in what seems to be protest. Or maybe it’s to apologise. 

Whatever it is, none of it matters anymore; it’s too late now.

“Ow ow! Wait, it’s not what it sounds like, let me explain— Ow, my ear! Jie jie, wait!”

The vindicated secretary heads down the stairs of the apartment building with lighter steps, with the sound of his boss’ cries trailing in his wake. All the while, his smile doesn’t leave his face. 

For the first time, working overtime isn’t so dreadful.

***

A/N: I’m going to try my hardest to finish this while I have some freedom for the rest of this week (i am finally on leave lol vincent is truly my spirit animal)

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sumeru’s final girl!!!

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I drew a Wanderer for my friend's birthday (@seveninchesfrominsanity)! Happy birthday, Yuki~ I hope you had the most wonderful day! 💙💜 There were many challenges with this, but it came out pretty okay, I think. I feel pretty good about this one~ 🌼💚

Off to draw more birthday art!