Diggy Diggy One-Shots(Yogs and Hatfilms)

Sjithiana (NSFW)

TW: Smuut! Dub-con

Title ~Another Drink~

Sjin vaulted over the north wall of the compound, a spring in his step as he headed towards the Captive Creeper. It was nearly midnight, she'd just be closing up, he thought. He smiled thinking of her as he approached the pub's warm glow in the distance. Familiar voices reached him, and walking closer, he saw two figures standing at the entrance to the deck.

"I need a drink," Rythian demanded, gripping the wooden archway for support.

"I've already told you, we're closed," Minty answered wearily, one hand on her hip.

"I need another," Rythian said thickly, louder than he realised.

Sjin jumped down onto the deck and moved to stand beside Minty. "Don't you think you've had enough?" He raised one eyebrow at the mage.

"Sjin! I'll... I'll kill you..."

"Rythian, you're drunk," Sjin dismissed him and turned to Minty, snaking his hand around her waist. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I can handle it," she replied, her voice quiet but firm.

"I could still beat you... you with your science, even now," Rythian interrupted them, his eyes lingering on the architect's hand around her.

"I think someone's been playing with their magic wand a bit too much now, haven't we?" Sjin retorted.

"That's right, Sjin, hide behind your stupid jokes and innuendo, like you always do," Rythian slurred.

"Oho, and the big scary alchemist never hides, oh no. Throwing tantrums in his big castle, trying to convince everyone that hey, it was the ender dragon guys, yeah." Sjin nodded with mock sincerity. Minty rolled her eyes at the pair of them, lifting Sjin's hand from her side and heading back to the bar.

Rythian fumed, fumbling with one of the many rings adorning his fingers, and aiming a fireball at Sjin, which promptly missed. The force of it pushed Rythian backwards, his balance already unsteady, and he collapsed to the ground. Sjin looked at the patch of decking beside him, aflame and crackling. He stamped out the fire idly, and turned back to Rythian, smirking.

"Is that the best the mighty mage can do?"

"Hey, take it outside!" Minty yelled from behind the bar hearing Sjin's challenge, shaking her head in irritation.

Rythian forced himself to sit up, frowning with concentration he tried his next ring. Lightning suddenly struck beside Sjin, the man instantly jumping in fright before he quickly regained his composure, his eyes darting to Rythian who'd seen his reaction, a lazy grin twitching at his lips.

"You have no idea, Sjin," Rythian said, his voice low. He fixed Sjin with a stare, before his head suddenly dropped, and he passed out. Sjin snorted, bursting out laughing.

At the lightning strike, Minty had reappeared in the doorway, frowning at the pair of them. "Now what am I going to do," she sighed, looking down at the unconscious mage.

"I can help," Sjin said, still chuckling.

"Sjin..." Minty started warily.

"Don't worry, Minty," Sjin grinned, bending to pick up Rythian, lifting the man's limp body into his arms. "I know just the place."

He took off, flying east, unable to wipe the dark smile from his face, sniggering when he looked down and saw Rythian's mouth had fallen open and he was drooling.

"Rythian's castle is the other way!" Minty called after him, but Sjin ignored her; he knew exactly where he was going.

It wasn't long before familiar turrets loomed in the distance, and Sjin landed in front of the huge wooden doors.