#{ i'm the best thing at this party || visage. }

[suguru-getos]

soft yandere satoru hcs:

a/n: hey, you guys should know i ship myself with him so there's no way i'd tolerate insane yandere satoru without ki!ling myself :P soooo- here's me making him a soft yan ^^

warnings: yandere behavior, mentions of arranged marriage troupe, stalkingtroupe, angry!sato ofc but he is still normal about it. mentions of fluff because it's satoru duh <33 also, this is one of the softest yandere hcs i've ever written *giggles*

yandere!satoru who saw you the first time in a jujutsu clan party hosted by your parents and how insignificant you truly were. to yourself, you had the best parents ever, they didn't push you into becoming a sorcerer, but to the kamo, zenin, and gojo clan members it was pure bullshit. wastage of proper sorcerer blood.

until yandere satoru met you for the first time and you hung out, the way he conversed was so different from someone who should be the strongest, someone who wields the highest powers in the whole world. someone who's birth shook the shackles of this world alone. he was kind, he sat next to you, non-judgemental even so he was weirdly wearing that damned blindfold.

he talked to you about your life, and about his own. pointing out the subtle and the not so subtle differences between the both of you. asking if you had a boyfriend. it was so subtle how could you think he had any other intention but to be your friend? naive and stupid.

things escalated real quickly when your mother told you that you were supposed to marry satoru gojo, oh my god- the clan head of the gojo clan, the ever so spoiled, esteemed entitled brat. you really couldn't say anything about this, but to hold your guns you decided to contact him. "you knew that this was happening?" you mumbled, watching him stir the coffee in front of you lazily. "of course, gosh you are so lucky little one!" he snickered, though the way he looks at you, it's hard to process what he's truly feeling inside. you are unaware of his stalking, how he knows your colleagues, how they are what they do, what they eat, how they breathe, to whom you are closer to, who likes you- what time do you get up, eat, what snack do you like, ghana roasted coffees over normal ones. though he would not admit to it.

there are a few times he has watched you sleep like a creep, just sitting next to you, just feeling the innate feeling of sharing the same bed as you. how cute you are, he often mumbles to himself. "i could crush you without even trying" as a musing criteria for how naive you are, how cute you are and how absolutely adorable you are. creepy-

to pretend that he is more than willing to let you take things your own way, he lets you plan dates. cute, adorable dates. one of the days you would be doing pottery with him, the other time it's an aquarium date where satoru doesn't know why you're so mesmerised when the real awe is you, the other time it was a planeterium and that's when satoru shows you his abilities for the first time, holding you closer to him like the princess you are and walking on sky, as if it's nothing, amid the full moon night. the other time it's you and him making tiaras in a garden, sometimes he would just randomly pull you closer, kissing your cheek while languishing in a movie together. so cute, so astonishingly cute! maybe marrying him is not a bad idea???

things show you their true form when you were on a date in a high-end restaurant, roof-top and fully booked. he's always been so cute with you, you had opened up and been comfortable enough. until a waiter decided to hit on you, before long- you found him choking on his own blood, despicable sight of him oozing out blood from his eyes, coughing and dying in front of you. "wh- what was that?" when you glance at satoru, he is emphasising the same lazy grin, smirking. "what. go on? smile back!" he muses, and when you're a teary-eyed mess, he presents himself with a carefully painted visage of guilt. "oh no no- baby i'm so sorry- i lost it, you make me lose it! i love you so much please no!"

would not let you have personal space after, forcing your parents to hasten the whole marriage thingy, he thinks you would leave him and that has him acting out of character. though he now knows fear is a powerful tool, even though he does not want to use it on his darling. sometimes he can't help it, especially when you act so fucking adamant and so fucking stubborn!!

"listen, princess, here's what's going to happen. daddy's going to be really cooperative if you come here and give him a hug, daddy does not want to be a meanie to his little girl. you know that right?" by being a 'meanie' he just means getting angry, manhandling you against the wall, seething in rage and bubbling hot with the insecurity of your behavior being the slightest of different.

the thing is satoru really, really loves you. the prospect of being a yandere is more 'dere' in him. however when the yandere shows? that's when you should truly fear the capabilities of this man. satoru hates this but he can sometimes use your triggers against you. don't like being tied up, maybe an empty threat would get you in line, after all, you refuse to listen when he wants to love you!

he's going to make sure your engagement ring has a location curse imbued into it, he wants to know 24x7 where his baby is. one time you lied to him that you are at work when you were actually in a colleague's party, you were greeted by the whole party avenue being destroyed to shreds, people bruised and only you knew it was your now husband, because he texted. 'infinity protects you princess, not others. next time think twice about lying to daddy.'

his behavior can get hot and cold instantly, one moment he is the most adorable man-child, loving you, playing with you... until he's ticked off and the real, no-nonsense monster comes out to meet you. a scathing frown with glowy eyes as he reminds you that you belong to the 'strongest'.

there are times he does use sex as a weapon, a weapon to make you give in. he is just so good at it, he is going to spoil you senseless, kissing every square inch of your body, worshipping you, crying with you when he mumbles apologies for being angry and mean at you, for scaring you, you don't deserve it, such a pretty baby, oh you take him so well. he was made for you, you are the strongest because you have him wrapped around your pinkie... only to show you the rage and insecurity and all of it when you come home late.

the only positivity you have, is he would rather kill himself than hurt you. that brings you peace, that brings a sense of stability and sensibility into you to hang onto the rope of your relationship a bit longer, clutching onto the fleeting hope of him changing...

[dronebiscuitbat]

Tera and Kiara. "Birthday Emergency"

Today was Tera Doorman's sixteenth birthday. And Kiara had already gotten her best friend the best gift she could possibly think of. A red flannel shirt!

it might seem lame, and to anyone else it probably was. But Tera had been asking her parents for any new clothes they could find after she had officially transferred over to her teenager body, and now a lot of her clothes didn't fit quite right because she'd shot up like a weed! She was just as tall as Mrs. V now! Way taller then any other worker drones and especially taller then Kiara herself, a good foot taller. And she'd seen Tera eyeing it when they walked passed the shop window, like all things when it came to her best friend, she never outright said she wanted it, luckily for her she didn't need to! Kiara knew by now when Tera liked something, even when she was trying to hide it.

So she was making her way to Tera's house, gift lovingly wrapped and tucked into her backpack as they'd just got out of school. Her grey converse flattening the blue grass underneath her feet as her vents took in the fresh air. the walled little village of Sanctuary was beautiful in the spring, nestled under the thick shade of jungle canopy with flowers of every color sprouting from the tangled vine covering the circle of metallic houses that made up the colony. A Pump-Jack in the middle that thrummed each time it made it's cycle. The beating heart of town, it's lifeblood running through all of the drones that lived there.

Tera lived closer to the town gate, so that's where she was off to, the houses were stacked on top of each other. a sturdy walkway the only thing connecting the upper houses to the lower ones, she'd have to climb it. Tera's family lived right at the top, the home being slightly larger then all the others. Witch made sense, Tera's mom was the leader of the colony after all.

When she got there she rapped on the wooden door, the entire thing vibrating on it's hinges for a moment before opening wide to reveal the smiling face of Tera's father. N. Missing his signature cap at the moment, and wearing a coat that covered most of his body.

"Kiara! I was wondering when you would stop by!" He wrapped her in a crushing hug, tail wagging behind him. Kiara couldn't help but giggle at his enthusiasm. She wished her own dad was as happy to see her!

"Hi Mr.Doorman! I'm here to give Tera her birthday gift!" She greeted after he put her down. Shaking her backpack (in the visage of a mouse) gently up at him, smiling from visor seam to visor seam. N looks down at her, a slightly confused expression taking over his face.

"She's not with you? We figured you two would've come in together when she didn't show up here right after school." The same look of confusion passed over Kiara's face. Tera had told her she was headed straight home since it was the weekend, and she wanted to practice on her guitar before her parents threw her "Gotcha Day." party. It usually lasted two days or so, starting Friday evening and going on into the day Saturday. Which meant: Sleepover! (She'd already packed her pajamas!)

But if Tera wasn't here where was she?

"No. She's not with me, she said she was going straight home." She explained, confusion turned to worry on both father and best friend. N hummed, putting a finger underneath his chin. "That's odd, Tera would call us if she went somewhere..."

He was right. Tera absolutely would not lie about where she was going, if she wasn't here, something must have held her up. Maybe Rad had seen her? or more accurately, would he be the one talking her ear off about some new skateboarding trick he learned?

So she called him, not even having to scroll through her system contacts to find him, he was listed right under Tera.

It took only a single ring for him to pick up.

"Hey K. Was just on the way over to T's house for the party. Am I late or something?" His raspy, yet somehow soft voice hit her audio receptors. Well, that answered that question, she wasn't with Rad.

"Sorry, I was just calling to see if Ter-Bear was with you. But it doesn't sound like it." She sighed, forcing down the butterflies in her stomach at the sound of his voice. No time for that! Best Friend was missing!

"Nah. Not with me. Thought  I saw her heading into the gym when I left, maybe she's still there?"

The gym? There wasn't any reason for her to go into the gym when school was letting out.

"Thank yooou. I'm gonna look for her, she's gonna miss her own party!" She replied, and Rad responded with a chuckle. "Maybe she went to fight someone. wouldn't be the first time." He hung up, the double beep signifying the calls end.

That was true... Tera could be described as explosive from time to time. But it was usually only in defense of her friends, not for no reason.

Well... she had been acting strange today, being a bit quieter then usual, taking more sips from her flask and being a little... moody. But Tera had assured her everything was fine! She just felt a little warm was all. But now Kiara was concerned She hoped Tera hadn't just said that to keep her from worrying.

"I'm going to check back at the school Mr. Doorman , Rad said she might still be there." She told N before beginning her decent off the walkway again. N gave her a nod and a wave. "Alright... I'll look around town, maybe she got distracted by something."

Everything Hurt.

Tera was curled up under the bleachers in the gym, holding her sides tightly, panting as she tried to cool herself off, she'd drunk every last drop of oil in her flask that was supposed to last her all week, she'd finished it in less then a day, and it still wasn't enough... nothing was enough.

Her internals were searing, sweat building on her visor as she let out a pathetic whimper. It felt like something was moving underneath her silicone, squirming like some caught prey, she felt like she was going to throw up as she felt it shift in her back.

Another wave of pain overtook her and she sunk her fangs into her own hand to stop from screaming. She was dying, she had to be, no way anything else hurt this bad.

"Tera? Are you here?" Oh no... oh no. That was Kiara's voice, she must have come looking after she didn't show up at home. This was bad, she didn't need to see her like this!

She continued to bite into her own hand to stifle her noises, praying that she could keep herself quiet and unseen long enough for Kiara to move on.

Unfortunatly, that was not happening, as Kiara moved farther into the gym, Tera could feel an unbearable pressure in her backside before-

"AHHHHHH!" She screamed, something breaking through the silicone near her legs with a sickening squelch, boiling oil hitting the floor and running down her legs as she felt something slightly squishy hit her back with a slap. "Oh fuck..."

Tera glanced behind her, a tail with a dozen purple glowing eyes looked back, covered in her own oil now dripping onto the floor.

"Tera!" the commotion led Kiara right to her, tears pricked in Tera's eyelights, from fear or pain or just being overwhelmed, she wasn't sure.

"G-Get out of here!" She begged, her mom had warned her of this of course. Of the day her wings and tail would come in. She knew what came after, the blood-lust, the hunger. "I don't wanna h-hurt you!" Her voice was strained with pain as her tail thrashed. she could feel the fleshy wings just under her casing, pushing and pushing, there wasn't anywhere else for them to go.

"Oh my god! T-Tail..." Kiara kneeled next to her, completely ignoring Tera's plea for her to go, a hand placed on her back that was oh so heavenly cold. It almost made the heat bearable... almost.

"Please... Kiara, leave me here..." She was actually crying now, tears falling unabated on the inside of her visor as she felt a growl escape her mouth, the casing covering her back suddenly fractured, causing Tera to lurch forward in pain.

"Like this? You're burning up!" Kiara exclaimed back, taken aback by Tera's new tail by only a second before she was in front of her, grabbing both sides of Tera's face and lifting it up to face her  pretty white eyelights. "I'm with you Ter-Bear, tell me what you need."

The agonized drone whimpered, words failing as the sensation of cold hands touched her face. Oil she needed Oil.

There was no way in hell she was asking that of her though.

"You need oil, don't you?"

Dammit.

Tera shook her head despite her mouth watering at the thought of it, another wave of pain and she felt the wings started to break through, oil staining her tank top as parts of her casing broke off, she attempted to bite her hand again to stop the scream.

But, Kiara stopped her, grabbing her hand before it could make it to her mouth. "No no no, don't do that..." She hummed softly. "Don't hurt yourself."

"No... Hurt you. Leave..." The words were broken and under static, growling under every note. Kiara shook her head. "I'm not leaving, you won't hurt me. I know you better then that."

Kiara! This was not the time to be stubborn!

"You need oil right? I'm right here, you can take it from me." She offered, Tera's eyelights went hollow, and her mouth watered uncontrollably... the heat was so bad, she felt like she was about to pass out...

"No No No, B-Bad Idea- Bad Idea." More broken words, now more desperate.

"Your mouth is watering, it's okay. I promise..." Kiara drew closer, Tera wanted to pull away, she was trembling as the much smaller girl pulled her up to rest Tera's head into her shoulder, she could hear the oil pumping through the tubing, hell, she could smell it. "You won't hurt me." Kiara repeated again, hugging her gently.

Something snapped.

In a moment, Tera was sinking her fangs into her best friends exposed neck, causing the girl to yelp and stiffen as a brief flash of pain was registered through her system, a warning about a hull breach popped up on her visor but she quickly cleared it, stroking Tera's head.

Two things happened at once. A pair of fleshy wings erupted out of Tera's back, and she could feel Tera bite down on her neck harder in response, and... yeah it hurt. But Tera was probably in way more pain, so she did her best to not wince. Then Tera suddenly gripped her harder, she could feel oil pouring into her best friends mouth and out of her at a frightening rate. Her breath stuttered as more warnings began to arrive, she shut them out too, and stroked through a head of thick black hair instead.

"Mmmhuh... You... almost done?" She began to feel woozy, She was loosing... a lot of oil. But she still wasn't scared. Tera would stop, they would both be fine, she knew that.

Then, at her words, she heard a blessedly familiar sound erupt from Tera.

She was purring, her tail wrapping around Kiara's frame as the amount of oil she was loosing slowed to a trickle, a series of whimpers then followed, as she felt a long tongue lick up the wound until it stopped leaking, and Kiara felt herself sigh in relief, there she was...

It took a moment for Tera to register where she was and what she was doing, she pulled back, frightened by the massive bite mark she'd left on Kiara's neck, But Kiara just smiled, much more relieved that Tera was back to herself and collapsed into the taller girls chest.

“W-what just happened?” Tera asked, stammering as she blinked around in confusion, there was the taste of the sweetest oil she'd ever tasted in her mouth.

“Mmm. Aha… I'm kinda dizzy.” Kiara's voice came muffled from being buried in Tera's tank top. Followed by a tired giggle.

“Kia! I'm so sorry! I was just so hot and- Kia?” It didn't matter what she said, Kiara had fallen asleep the moment she knew Tera was okay. Curling up into Tera's lap as the purple eyed drone tried not to panic.

For the moment though… she let Kiara sleep, tail still wrapped around her frame as Tera flexed her new wings behind her with a sigh.

“You stubborn…. Ugh. I could've killed you.” She mumbled, moving some blonde hair out of Kiara's face. [Recovery Mode] reading out on her visor. But she couldn't stop the purring that came from her core. “You trust me too much.”

And yet, there they stayed, Tera stroking down Kiara's back, until Kiara recovered enough to wake back up…

[aventurineswife]

This is random, but I need someone to talk about this to. I was listening to my spotify playlist, specifically old songs, and I got this weird and random idea. You know the part in the Penacony story quest where the Astral Express along with the other characters had to scour for Sparkle's bombs in the Radiant Feldspar?

I'm imagining the Reader, a fellow member of the AE, just walking into the scene and immediately being bombarded with this sight of unrest among their colleagues. Himeko briefed them on their current predicament, and before the Reader could offer a remark in response, she just goes "I need you to distract the civilians here." Cue dumbfounded Pikachu face.

Himeko: I mean it. Do what you can to ensure that panic does not ensue and that these people remain unaware of what's going on.

Reader: B-B-But—

Himeko: We're counting on you. All of us will be preoccupied in locating the missing bombs, so I'm afraid there might not be an opportunity for us to step in to assuage the situation here if they panic. I know you're confused, but please trust us, okay? I wouldn't have delegated this task to you if I don't think you're capable.

Reader: I'm flattered, Himeko, but—

Himeko: Good. We'll leave this to you. Best of luck.

Reader: *stares at the imaginary camera with an exasperated look like in The Office*

Frantic, and unsure of what to do given their lack of charisma, eloquence, and subtlety, Reader spots a group of people holding a karaoke session somewhere in one of the main areas. They rush over and snatch the mic, feigning enthusiasm as to not arouse suspicion. To keep it short, they pull off something like this: (https://youtu.be/GHqssHC6kfI?si=CewrtV3LFQ10nGIg)

Then, it cuts to some time later when the AE & co. has secured around 50% of the bombs. The Trailblazer (I'm picturing Caelus for this particular scenario) passes by the area Reader is in and boom, he sees them having the time of their lives partying and karaoke-ing with the people there, most of them being social elites and possessing immense wealth and power. They're jamming to some older songs, which caused a few of the older folks to become reinvigorated by their performance and join in. They're singing things like Got To Be Real, I Like It, Come & Get Your Love, You're the Inspiration, Rock With You, and many more on top of some modern songs. It's a beautiful sight, seeing the men and women who previously appeared reserved and fatigued now getting on their feet as though regaining their old spark.

TB falls to his knees and gasps, watching the scene with a despondent, distant gaze, "that should be me. I should be the one having fun, not run around finding explosives."

Then Pina Colada comes on, and as the chorus draws near, Reader turns to the devastated TB and exudes a boastful smile. "If you like Pina Colada!" They give him a taunting wave and turn back to the crowd of singing folks.

March passes by and scolds him for being dramatic when they're in a dire situation, but he stays rooted to the floor. Then from the main area, a song from Earth, Wind & Fire plays and TB loses it. He crashes out and practically wails, "THEY'RE DOING THE BOOGIE!! IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN MEEEE! I SHOULD BE THE LIFE OF THE PARTY! THE SUPERSTAR! ME!"

Once all the bombs are secured, the Reader walks into the room they all congregated in with a glowing visage, still buzzing with energy and laughter. "Whoo yeah! I wanna experience that again! Anyways, how are things going with you guys?" Cue the silent stares of judgment, envy, and disbelief.

(TL;DR Reader has fun mingling with the elite crowd and even holding a mini concert while the rest are busy busting their ass off trying to save everyone)

Okay first of all—this is the most cinematically chaotic and unintentionally iconic situation ever and I LOVE it.

This whole scene has DreamWorks energy written all over it. Like, the music kicks in, glitter falls from the ceiling, champagne is flowing, and meanwhile poor Caelus is on the brink of emotional collapse in the hallway, his whole soul slowly shattering to the beat of “Boogie Wonderland.” The dramatic kneel, the despairing scream of “IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME”—Oscar-worthy.

And the Reader? Just fully embracing their accidental rise to Penacony disco stardom. “I was told to keep them distracted. I didn’t choose the boogie life. The boogie life chose me.” March trying to drag Caelus off the floor while he’s screaming about lost stardom like he’s been betrayed by fate—it’s comedy gold.

Also, Himeko’s unshakable calm while assigning the most impossible task—“Just casually prevent a full-scale panic among Penacony’s upper class, thanks.” And Reader’s inner monologue is just, “Girl I have the charisma of a toaster, why would you DO this to me??”

Penacony might be a land of dreams, but clearly Reader turned it into Studio 54 for the evening. And TB? He’s never recovering from this. Ever.

[ashprince-of-bel-air]

Can I request Cal reacting to Tav comforting or getting to know him better to distract him from how both Lia and Rolan were bickering again please?

I hope this is okay! i do speed write and i try to proof read the best I can so if you see a spelling mistake, no you didn't.

1.3k words i'm sorry

It had been weeks since that fateful night where Cal and Tav had met inside the Crow’s Nest, a dive of a pub that unbeknownst to them was popular for its cheap ale. The night they parted Cal bowed with a wink and assured Tav that they would bump into each other again, both knowing in their hearts that they would return again the following Friday to meet up again with another drink in hand, hoping that they other would arrive as well.

It had become a regular thing between the two of them, come 18:00 on a Friday night they would both head for the Crow’s Nest and enjoy each other’s company. Although they had initially bonded over their shared experience of bickering siblings, it wasn’t all they talked about, they talked about life, work, how different Baldur’s Gate was compared to their own homelands. Needless to say, the company was well enjoyed by both parties, the two of them often looking forward to this Friday night ritual that they had now created.

It was quiet for once in Tav’s home, their bickering siblings nowhere to be found gave the place a serene atmosphere, in these sparse moments of quiet it allowed Tav to truly appreciate how beautiful and cozy their little townhouse was, wishing to themselves that it could always be like this. After Tav had finished ruminated on the peace of their house they noticed that the clock was nearing 17:30, it was almost time for them to head off and meet Cal in the tavern. Luckily Tav’s work had been forgiving this week, they were a clerical admin in the local Healing Centre, taking notes of what spells and potions, each patient required and allocating times for their next treatments, this week had been steady, so the paperwork was not so in depth.

Finishing their paperwork and reports in record time put Tav in a fantastic mood, they had almost skipped through the streets on their way to meet Cal in the Crow’s Nest. A smile on their face and a spring in their step, Tav was on top of the world, they could not wait to let off some steam with Cal, hoping that he two would be in a fine mood as he often was. The dingy door of the tavern was stood before them, the old and dark wood of it almost looked like it was weeping, yet upon touching it Tav could feel that it was bone dry, making them wonder how wood could look so wet yet be dry enough to splinter you at the same time.

Inside the Crow’s Nest was as dark as it ever, the candles that illuminated it were always on the verge of burning out at any minute, yet there was a quaint charm to the darkness with small flickering lights in ever corner. Tav proceeded to the bar and ordered two flagons of ale in their joyous mood, wanting to treat Cal to a free drink as so often he had treat Tav when he could sense that they were in a sour mood. A quick scan of the tavern was all that Tav needed before their eyes set upon him, a sight which swiftly wiped the smile from their face, the visage of Cal sat lonely in the corner staring down into his untouched drink made Tav’s heart ache, they had never even considered that Cal could ever feel this way.

A deep and sorrowful sigh left Tav’s chest as they gazed upon Cal, with a drink in each hand Tav pressed forward, Cal may not want the drink, but he certainly needed the company and that is what Tav was going to give him. Cal was in his own little world as Tav sat opposite him, placing both drinks on the table far too loudly by accident, startling Cal and causing him to jump.

“oops” Tav tried to chuckle playfully to ease the tension. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” Tav gave a weak smile as Cal looked at them, they truly did not mean to startle him but still felt guilty over it all the same. Cal gave a weak and soft smile in response before looking back down at his untouched drink, it was flat so he must have been cradling it for a while now. The two sat in silence for some time, Tav accepted this and began to drink their own ale, though they had not know Cal for long, they knew that he would speak in his own time, when he felt it was right.

An hour or so passed in silence as they sat together, for anyone else this would feel awkward, yet Tav and Cal had an understanding, just each other’s company was enough sometimes. As Tav finished both flagons of ale they began to rise and order another for themselves, only being stopped by Cal’s arm upon their own, slowly sitting back down they let Cal speak, wondering how bad the argument between Rolan and Lia was this time.

“I can’t do it anymore Tav, the arguments are just too much now.” Tav could hear a soft sniff as he spoke but did not interrupt. “Ever since Rolan moved into that Tower it’s been HELL.” Tav mouthed and “oh” before nodding their head in understanding. They were well aware that Rolan had become the Wizard of Ramaziths Tower, yet they never imagined how it would affect his family.

In Tav’s mind Cal had not drank anything before they showed up, this proved to be false as Cal was wildly gesticulating as he spoke now. “Rolan wants us to live in the Tower, yet Lia won’t move from the Townhouse. It’s all they argue about now.” Cal’s voice was almost cracking as he spoke, Tav could tell that this was taking a huge toll on his mental health now. Clearing their throat Tav asked on simple question. “Cal, what do you want?”

Hearing this question made Cal scoff and laugh at Tav in annoyance. “What do you think? I want my family to stop arguing!” Cal rolled his eyes and then stared back into his drink, cradling it as if holding onto it for dear life. It took all of Tav’s self-control to not smack sense into him for that comment, only replying with. “No, what do YOU want Cal? Where do YOU want to go?”

This comment took Cal by surprise, he had never thought about what he wanted, or even thinking about moving out of the same place as Rolan and Lia, now the thoughts were swirling through his mind, thinking about how peaceful his life could be. Cal could still see his siblings when he wanted but he could actually go home to a place that was quiet, one that was also his own. Cal’s mind was reeling with possibilities at this notion, one that made Tav smile and place a hand on his in comfort, a touch that took Cal by surprise as he looked up at Tav, taking their face in and really looking at them for once, feeling a ping of warmth in his chest as they made eye contact.

Both Tav and Cal shook their heads and looked away from one another very quickly, Tav retreating their hand as well. After a few nervous coughs they decided the night was done, putting any meaningful connection for each other far from their minds, not wanting to delve into any harboured emotions for now. They drank up and agreed awkwardly to meet again next week as usual, walking away once again in different directions.

Though they both walked away from the budding situation they also had the same thoughts, feeling the same feelings about one another that they dare not act upon for fear of ruining what they already have now. Both of their walks home were long and filled with daydreams of the other, desperately trying not to admit the blossoming feelings that were beginning to appear.

[boundlss]

"Shiroe-senpai!"

Soujiro's visage exuded bright excitement as he waved his hand, catching the eye of both players and townsfolk alike as he passed by. It wasn't often when the leader of Log Horizon (or a player of his caliber in general) sought out external assistance, let alone Soujiro's. Needless to say, he was eager to hear what Shiroe had in mind.

Could it be another raid? Some important mission? Or even just a secret mission with just a few members senpai handpicked? Uwahhh, I can't wait! I can't wait!

Once Soujiro's presence was acknowledged, the said excitement changed into calm gratefulness instead. He felt glad and relieved that someone like Shiroe started asking for help these days, rather than the old days by working by himself most of the time. Soujiro thought had the best ideas, to the point that he could be quite oblivious whether there were devious intentions behind them.

"I'm sure you either had something important to ask from me, or that you want to simply play catch up," he chuckled. "But we both know that the latter is more of a luxury these days."

Unbeknowst to Shiroe, Soujiro's admiration towards him alone would make him stop anything else he was doing, if it meant acknowledgement and praise from one of the players he respected the most. (As Nazuna would put it from time to time, like a puppy eager to please.)

( so this is an ask of all time... Hello!! Shwksns )

Ha. Unfortunately, Soujiro isn't exactly wrong about the lack of freetime they all have. As everything surrounding their circumstances comes closer to slotting perfectly into place, the gaps between "incidents" seem to shrink.

But neither of his guesses are entirely off the mark.

"Actually, you could call it a little bit of both..." Shiroe begins, a little vaguely. "That is, it's something important that I trust you with, but I wouldn't say that it won't involve any catching up..."

It's true that he probably could have asked just about anyone to join him for what he was planning to do with enough preparation beforehand. As far as operations went, this one wouldn't require a particularly large group of people, nor did Shiroe think it would require an especially particular team composition. It wasn't reported to be as difficult as an ordinary "boss fight" in terms of raw power, after all. But he stands before Souji now for a particular reason.

"For a while, I've been working with Rieze and Misa from D.D.D. to keep an eye on the waters that separate the physical locations of the Chinese server and the Japan server, since that's the shortest way for Kanami and Krusty to make their way here. Recently, Misa informed me that a Genius had been spotted who was able to completely disable an Adventurer's capability to do things like view the menu, or communicate with eachother through telepathy."

According to his meeting with the two interim leaders of the guild, the Genius hadn't been particularly strong, but things like menus and telepathy are vital to a party of adventurers, especially during sea-based battles. Cutting off access to menus was already bad for spellcasters and healers, but parties spread across multiple ships would have been essentially unable to convey anything to the members of their party on a different ship. Which was why...

"If it's a small enough party, using menus and status screens isn't strictly necessary, and we'd only have to use it with one ship if we only took a few people. But, just in case, I figured it would be best if I were fighting with people who I can trust myself to figure out. So far it's just me, Naotsugu, and Nyanta... But I wanted to ask if you and Nazuna would be willing to accompany us."

Shiroe can't help sounding sheepish, uncertain of himself. It's still just a little difficult, getting used to asking others for help, even knowing Soujiro likely would jump at the opportunity.

unprompted. / accepting.

[thepeculiarbird]

WIP Extract

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks for tagging me!

So I'm going to put the french version first and I'll translate in english as best as I can. I apologise in advance if the verb's tenses are wrong.

French:

-C'est juste un pont! s'exclame Dan quand elle aperçoit la structure en fer. Qu'est ce que les touristes lui trouvent de si attirant? Je suis pris d'un fou rire en voyant le visage des deux locatrices qui n'ont pas très bien pris la remarque de notre amie. -Danaé, je tiens à souligner que ces deux femmes faisaient autrefois parties d'une secte, si tu vois ce que j'insinue, répondit Madhi, étouffant un rire. La jeune fille fait une grimace et fouille dans le sac son copain pour y sortir l'appareil photo. Elle nous fait signe de nous regrouper derrière elle, une fois que tout le monde est dans le cadre, elle appuie sur le bouton. -Tu n'aurais pas pu le faire avec ton portable au lieu d'utiliser de la place sur ma carte mémoire? rétorque Madhi à la seconde où la photo est prise. -C'est plus joli et puis il faut bien qu'il serve à quelque chose, tu ne prends quasiment jamais de photos avec! -Vraiment? Je l'utilise si peu que ça? Il se tourne vers moi, voulant sûrement connaitre mon avis. Comme si j'étais la personne idéale pour répondre à cette question! -Disons qu'un vrai expert de la photographie aurait déjà terminé sa carte depuis le temps. Dan mets ses mains sur sa bouche, se retenant de rire tandis que l'intéressé ouvre dramatiquement la bouche et d'un faux air offensé, se rapproche et se penche, laissant entre nous que quelques centimètres. -Peut-être mais je reste le meilleur d'entre nous, se vanta-t-il. J'entends le rire bruyant de notre amie ainsi que deux plus petits, ceux des guides. [...]

English:

"It's just a bridge!" shouted Dan when she spotted the iron structure. What do the tourists find so appealing about it? I laughed out loud at the looks on the faces of the landlords, who didn't take our friend's remark very well. "Danae, I'd like to remind you that these two women were once part of a cult, if you know what I mean" replies Madhi, stifling a laugh. The girl makes a grimace and reaches into her boyfriend's bag to pull out the camera. She waves us to gather behind her, and once everyone is in the frame, she presses the button. "Couldn't you have done it with your mobile instead of taking up space on my memory card?" retorts Madhi the second the photo is taken. "It's nicer and it has to be used for something, you hardly ever take photos with it! "Really? I don't use it that much?" He turns to me, probably wanting my opinion. As if I was the ideal person to answer that question! "Let's just say that a real photography expert would have finished his card by now." Dan puts her hands over her mouth, holding back a laugh as the interested party dramatically opens his mouth and, with a false air of offence, moves closer and leans over, leaving only a few centimetres between us. "Maybe, but I'm still the best of us" he brags. I can hear the loud laughter of our friend and two smaller ones from the guides. [...]

Yea, that's my extract, I'll fix some things in draft 2 but it's a pretty good scene (Chapter 8)

Tagging: @sarandipitywrites @raiden-makoto @jaelink

[blackjackkent]

All right, time to start settling on Helena's chosen party, at least for the time being. I'm torn because she really likes all three of her current companions, but I think I'm going to go with Neve and Bellara for the time being.

I think Helena basically considers Neve her best friend right now, because they're both Dragons, both from Minrathous, and both very practical-minded and get-things-done. Practically speaking, it should probably be Bellara staying behind to watch the eluvian, but I'm metagaming a little and bringing her because she's my favorite of the three we've picked up so far. XD

I imagine this party will probably end up being Neve and whoever becomes Helena's love interest, but we'll play it by ear and see how things go. :D

There's a couple new items in the codex, including some old letters between Solas and Elgar'nan from back in the ancient elven days, but I like this letter from Varric bc it mentions Dom:

All right, time to see what's going on in the Crossroads, and who that weird spirit person was.

-----

It definitely is still the Fade, some other part of it. Helena can feel that same weird thickness to the air, the sense of power she has no access to that nevertheless sticks to her, drags on her as she moves.

Almost as soon as they're through the portal, the spirit is back again, peering at her through the blank visage of its mask.

"Hello again," Helena says warily. "Who are you?"

"A caretaker," says the spirit. Its voice is placid, resonant; it seems to look at and through Helena to the wall behind her. "I go where I am needed, dweller. Now I am here."

"And... where is here?" Helena asks.

She isn't really expecting a straight answer, so she's more than a little surprised when the caretaker gives her one.

"The Crossroads," it says, and sweeps aside to reveal the view behind it.

Helena, in spite of herself, gasps softly. The view from the Lighthouse is bewildering and strange and magical, but it is nothing like this.

This... is beautiful.

It is a breathtaking landscape of buildings and shattered rock and statues and leaves and twisting vines and fog. She has never seen anything like it, and even with her deadened dwarven senses she can tell the power of the place.

If she felt out of her depth before, she now feels just a little like she is drowning. Her place is on the streets of Minrathous, not walking through the magic at the heart of the world while gods seek to rip it open...

But she senses the spirit watching her and forces a cocky grin onto her face. "Oh - the Crossroads!" she says, nonchalantly. "Right. Of course."

Behind her, Neve chuckles softly. The spirit, though, doesn't seem to register the humor.

"The Evanuris hunger for the Crossroads," it hums, sending a chill down Helena's spine. "Their influence is spreading. Blight. Death. Madness. They send their minions to claim this place." Something like regret touches its emotionless voice, and its head drops. "The Crossroads is in a time of need, dweller. I cannot protect you."

Well, Helena may not know how the hell to deal with all this magic crap - but she knows damn well how to fight off evil minions. And they're clearly going to have need of this place, if Bellara is right and it's the hub that will lead them everywhere else they need to go.

"You don't have to," she says firmly. "If you're standing against the gods, then consider us reinforcements."

The spirit shivers, as if in relief, and vanishes, leaving Helena staring down at the beautiful vista of the Crossroads - and wondering in what shadows the evil is hiding.

[rosetintedgunman]

[ SMILE ]: the sender (who hasn't been smiling up until they actually see the receiver in front of them) lights up with a smile as they greet the receiver. : deok-su for once doesn't fight the sweet smile that graces his face when black eyes lay upon his rose , hands balled into fists at his side completely loosening as the the visages warping around him express the joy and relief his own face could only marginally show . " seoltang , it's been a while hasn't it ? " ( oh boy :) ash gonna love this one \ dark to wilford from @bornmartyr )

The Many Meanings of 'Hey' (Accepting!)

@selfmenticide / @bornmartyr (tagging both just in case)

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The problem with being a dashingly handsome multiverse hopper was that you would be required to be in several places at once. For Rose, his duties were needed in his original timeline. There were complications with the assigned 'viewer', and they needed a light nudge in the right direction to make sure they weren't going in circles that was not the fault of a 'script'.

But being away for so long... It made him realise that he missed the home that he had made in a place so similar, yet so far away. He missed the dokkeabi that accidentally mastered the art of looking so precious while half-asleep. He missed the creature who was so stoic and professional to the whole world. He missed... A part of himself, really.

The entity in Wilford's own timeline was amicable, for once. Whatever was happening in its world was keeping it content. The attempts to pull the strings and help someone find safety were graciously overlooked. But once things had settled, Rose was on the move again.

("Could ya call me before ya decide ta go on a road trip with M.arkiplier or somethin'?")

Of course, returning to a particular timeline was harder than it sounded, even with access to a place that existed outside stories. Doors opened into new places, new faces were passed as Rose could travel through them enroute to somewhere else. It felt like hours running back and forth, but who knows how long it actually took.

(Didn't they say that the road home was the shortest trip one could make? He was getting lost here! It wasn't his fault that he wasn't naturally skilled in figuring out the paths between timelines!)

But then, finally, the right door opened.

The entity in the room bristled. No one liked having a stranger barge in at the best of times. No Dark-like being liked being caught off-guard. Was it the worry of being unprepared for a broody speech? Were they afraid some Actor was going to waltz in for a dramatic showdown? Or were they really not fond of things like surprise parties? Who knows!

(Oh drat. Speaking of parties he forgot to visit a friend. He should have done that while trying to return home.)

But in this case, Deok-Su was simply taken by surprise. The moment he realised that the invader was not a threat, the guard dropped, and Rose was rewarded with a familiar, sweet smile saying that familiar, delectable nickname.

(He could look at that smile all day.)

"Hotteok..." Instinct wanted him to charge over and pull him into a tight hug, but he knew better, especially with his bulk and strong hold. Instead, he opened his arms as an invitation. "I'm sorry it took me longer ta get back. I hate ta say it, but ya were right. I haven't a clue how ta travel properly."

[tetsunabouquet]

Okay today is my birthday so if you would be willing and you don't have to but could I please

ask for a part too but maybe where yandere senri finds out the only reason she was avoiding him was because she thought he was going to harm her if she was alone with him and only wanted her

blood and finding out she did have feelings for him but was bearing them down because she thought it was worthless to fall in love with someone the only sees her as food

Also you don't have to take this request and you can delete it

A/N: Happy belated birthday! Sorry that I'm three days too late, as I mention often, I have a writing schedule and that's why I tell everyone to send requests like these with your birthday date attached in advance so I have enough time to actually make it and put it out in time according with my schedule.

Senri was trying to contain his feeling of triumph. Rima had wanted to talk to him after a specific shoot, and what she had revealed to him made him so ecstatic that he was giddy with joy. Kianna actually liked him. Their feelings were completely mutual. It made him feel like he could explode with glee, and he bore a grin so wide that it was almost scary looking. All this time his love had simply been acting distant because she thought he was only interested in her blood. Oh Kianna was such a naive girl. Like she wasn't the sun and the moon to him, like her visage didn't make him feel dizzy with pure need. He was going to find a smooth way to confess his feelings, and he knew from keeping his eye on her for so long that she was going to be alone just a little before the Night Class' dinnertime. She usually was. He made sure to play the music she liked in the background to create the perfect atmosphere that she could enjoy. He decided to borrow some of the candles that were left from Takuma's 18th birthday party to have the setting be romantic, but not overdoing it as women didn't seem to like having 'too much' or 'too less' of a romantic setting. They were certainly a confusing species sometimes, but being raised by a single mother and having a female friend as close as a sister, hopefully had brought some wisdom upon him. He waited patiently, waiting until she would bless him with her presence. It didn't took long before Senri heard the delight that were her footsteps, he was acquainted enough to know the particular sound of her shoes and the rhythmn of her steps. Senri tried to keep his composure as Kianna walked into the room, her eyes wide as she took everything in. "Kianna-san, you're just the person I was waiting for. I've been wanting to clear a misunderstanding, could you please sit down?" She looked a little suspicious and whilst she moved to the chair he was gesturing at, she did so very slowly and hesitantly. Not that Senri cared, he knew she was going to be madly happy when he cleared things up. "Rima said something to me earlier, and I think you misunderstood my intentions." He said, and took a seat across of her. Kianna still looked nervous, but Senri found every single one of her expressions to be genuinely endearing. "It seems you believe I am interested in you for your blood. You're wrong. I like you." Senri stated bluntly, seeing the truth was the best course of action. Kianna seemed stunned for a moment, and he smiled at her. Internally Senri was cheering as he looked at her sweet face, trying to process what was being said. "You… Like me?" She asked perplexed. Senri nodded, "Yes, and I've been informed you actually like me too. Or was Rima wrong about that?" Kianna shook her head slowly. She looked like she was positively surprised and Senri was floating. "I'm happy to hear that, I was quite bummed I couldn't give you a birthday kiss when you held your birthday party a couple of days ago." Senri said, hoping to get a kiss from Kianna. She blushed but didn't seemed to protest when he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers. He could feel his heart pounding, and he whispered against her lips, "Happy belated birthday," before kissing her at last.

[museincarnate]

Llumia seemed equally delighted by the idea of the Lagomorph visiting the planet again, even if it was to try more of the seafood of their culture; a fast fondness for Tater growing within the estranged heiress, as she was the first person to truly give the Saiyaness a name to go by. The briefest of wistful expressions would come and go, on the face of the purple-haired girl, as she quietly wished that she could travel; likely avoiding doing so for reasons that weren't the easiest to convey.

Exchanged glances and smiles would be shared between the Little Rabbit, and everyone she looked at, including the stall owner once Tater was the first to offer the kind facial expression. For the most part, glances aimed towards the Earth Representative weren't ill-meaning, considering few people like Tater were likely visitors to any of the sects.

Once Tater caught wind of Llumia's inquiry, however, the body language of the Lagomorph would almost immediately cause the heiress to quietly sigh; the poor girl feeling as though she'd overstepped a boundary, and was being a touch too nosy, until her newfound friend actually answered her question. Wide eyes, as well as a slightly surprised expression, would find themselves on the visage of the violet-haired Saiyaness, as something of such magnitude wasn't often public knowledge, let alone a happening in the universe. With all of the sects of Saiyans at peace with one another, it was almost unheard of, that something would involve all of them, as well as an outlying party.

"I can't imagine how stressful it must be, but I really hope you find what you're looking for in all of this." A tone of worry lightly worked its way into the words of the estranged heiress, while the group of four still waited for their seafood order to be done; the stall owner working quickly, which left them with not too long of a wait time. Still, she'd offer the sincerest of smiles to the Little Rabbit.

"I wish it was under different circumstances, but I'm glad that we met because of it, at least. If I can be honest with the three of you, getting to meet two of the people I look up to, and having someone name me... They're both the best things to happen to me. Not getting to leave home and travel kind of makes life... Uneventful." Where she should have felt wistful, she instead sounded... Grateful; a giddy tone, as well as one of sheer adoration for the trio being laced into every word.

Torno would promptly put a pin in their conversation about paying for things for the Little Rabbit, as he wanted to lend his focus to the estranged heiress; her guidance through the shopping district being met with a respectful attentiveness from all parties, when they weren't conversing with one another. "You've proven many times over that our friendship isn't a matter of monetary benefit. Besides, if I recall, the Saiyan festival of unity will be taking place within the next day or so. Wearing something from at least one of the sects would be a rather generous show of acceptance for the cultures you're learning about, investigation or not."

Given that her companions were Saiyans, their appetites were nearly insatiable, though that would likely be to everyone's benefit, as they looked just a bit eager to try the delicacies of another sect's culture. Mentions of two of the other Royals would earn a rather curious and awe-inspired look from the purple-haired Saiyaness, as she wasn't wholly aware of how long the trio had been investigating matters. "I haven't tried seafood from anywhere else, but I've heard other people on the planet say that the seafood here is the best out of all the other sects!" Though, that could've just been pride for one's own culture talking.

The Lagomorph's selection of the available options would be met with approving gazes from both her tour guide, as well as the Paradox Saiyan and Mighty Saiyan; the three being no stranger to most types of food, and any similar parts of what made up the whole dish. Regardless, her excitement would be met with a soft chortle from Shuen, as he held up four fingers to the person in charge of the stall; the Hero of Hope extracting currency from his wallet, as he kept his money in a more Earthly sort of holder. "We'll take four orders of those, please!"

For a moment, an awestruck expression would etch itself on the features of Llumia, as she gazed at Shuen like he was some sort of saint; pink hues coming to her cheeks, as she then brought her gaze to Tater. Simultaneously, the person in charge of the stall looked at Tater with a look of curiosity, which seemed to imply that few people like her had ever come to Scallia's planet. They would then nod to Shuen, as they would begin working on the food mere seconds after doing so, thus leaving the quartet a bit of time to simply socialize with each other. Poor Llumia, though, couldn't get that look of awe off her face, like she'd never had someone buy her something.

She'd try, however, as she instead focused on conversing with Tater. "It's okay if you don't tell me, but... What's got you three traveling between all the sects of Saiyans, and investigating our cultures? I could see those two doing it, but... I can't quite figure out why you're part of it." Llumia couldn't help her curiosity, though she looked guilty in asking such a question.

[induro-a]

𝑰𝑺𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨 "𝑩𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑨" 𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑵

[mieluselul]

black shoes , black dress ⏤ long , black hair , smooth & straight , bobbing perfectly with every dip & twirl. black eyes , lashes , brows. dark , dark , dark. faint vanilla aroma , perfume rolled conservatively against pale wrists , & the back of the neck. red , red lips. cuttingly beautiful. wings are tucked neatly , discreetly , against the flat of her back , & smiles are tight lipped. all things unseemly are hidden , because she ought to be perfect , perfect , perfect. this may very well be her last chance to flaunt her pedigree.

& of course , it simply wouldn't do if she couldn't make of herself a credit to her partner. that damned wizard , always so finely groomed & so perfectly well mannered he nearly might have outdone her , were she any less debonair.

" my , my , mr. dekarios. are you quite sure i'm the only heartbreaker between us ? " eyes narrow , playfully accusatory , as she takes in his visage ⏤ she finds it rather hard to believe he's no admirers of his own , somewhere amongst the crowd. " it's one thing to have a natural charm about you , but another entirely to talk so sweetly to a girl who has your hand in a dance. i might get the wrong idea , & then what would become of my party of suitors ? i fear they'd be entirely adrift ! " said in her typical dramatic fashion. oh , she does so love to tease him. of course , she has no fear that he might take any offense. there's truly no hiding her adoration for him. while she loves all her companions quite fervently ⏤ she loves the ones who amuse her the best.

" though , that might not be such a terrible thing. "

@mieluselul asked: (royal ball): our muses dance at a royal ball. / Royal, Fantasy Romance, and Spice: still accepting.

The party thrown to wrestle their favor comes most decadently. There are fires everywhere, conjured motes of embers and crystal chandeliers. Romantics waltz about, their soiree daydream impossibly drusy, and from beyond those windows from beyond thick drapes, the Sword Coast, shimmery, bobs with stars. It's a scene from a novel, a young woman's fancy as she curled up in bed. It's the hour for suitors, for those weighed with prospects to swoon and mingle, and had there ever existed a world most fabled, this, this here, would be it.

To no one's surprise, Gale would favor a book.

The wizard—in few words, that is to say—is no stranger to such, um, extravagance, he'd call it. One look his way would likely show that, he supposes, his suit pressed nicely and his hair tied sweetly, all manners with smiles and courtly steps. He holds to Aneska, her waist slid comfortably beneath his palm. She's dressed well, too, a dark, coquettish drip amongst Baldur's Gate's finest, and if she looks dolled up to both ruin and kill, well!, the wizard, twirling them, already knows. "I'd believe you were a pillar among those students of the Art having your hand tonight," he praises, their motions borderline magical. Afar, Gortash's entourage watch with wine. "Though I would advise against so thoroughly charming the Baldurian elite. Our party's running rather short on room last I checked. Ensnaring a train of suitors would hardly be conducive, and here I had pinned you as more of a romantic! Though one could argue a heartbreaker requires it. I've the sneaking suspicion I'm making a few enemies."

[hunting-season]

Heya, it's the anon who requested this! I'm sorry that I didn't notice that you only write for platonic/familiar request :,)

Also I'm fine with you writing the best friend reader like you suggested :D

it's okay! dw abt it :) twas simple enough to turn your prompt around from a romantic one to a platonic one!! changed it a bit more cause im feeling a comedy mood and experimental style agn...maybe I'll just call it dorm leader style lol

Best Friend!Reader walks in on the Dorm Leader changing

mentions of underwear, semi-nakedness, and light body issues

Your best friend is anticipating your arrival. It's just a study session, but it's been too long since they've been able to hang out with you! Being dorm leader is unfortunately a busy job, either because of (unofficial) vice leaders unexpectedly dropping more work onto them, or general dorm activities and issues that desperately needed attention. Which is to say, your overworked best friend completely forgot about your lack of knocking...

Riddle almost screamed when you opened the door. He was just in the middle of pulling up his skirts! He's yelling and sputtering as he hastily pulls his dorm uniform on right around him. Stop staring! It's going to be off with your head if you don't! Yes his underpants are hedgehog-print, don't laugh!

Leona really couldn't care, he smelled you just before you kicked open his door. It was just his shirt off anyway, he has his pants on. Stop calling them assless chaps, by the way. He literally shows off more skin during Savanaclaw practices. Oi, stop poking his muscles, you see them all the time.

Azul does scream when you open the door. Don't look at him! Yes you know of his stretch marks, but now they're on full display and Azul doesn't want that! He's quick to pull down his shirt over his head, frazzled and wide-eyed. Just tell him you didn't see anything and assure him you didn't. If you're feeling a little teasing, poke his sides! But do console him. Even if he trusts you, he's still sensitive.

Kalim jumps but is excited you're here! Great Seven, it's been so long!! There's a party later tonight for you, and Kalim's been so excited! Are you? He gives you a hug while pantless. Joke that it looks like he's getting ready to sleep and he'll laugh. He missed you so much!

Vil is surprised but only raises an eyebrow at the intrusion. It's just you, after all. If you stare for a bit, he'll tease you about it. You likely caught him while he was deciding between outfits, so he'll ask for your opinion on things! The study session gets delayed for a small fashion runway gag.

If he could, Idia would definitely be clinging onto the ceiling like a cartoon cat. You scared him! Rare moment of seeing him without a hoodie on. Idia is mumbling incoherently about how barging into places is a common trope in animanga arcs that hinge on miscommunication; it's his method of staying calm. Crack jokes about the trope while passing him his hoodie and Idia will forget you practically saw him naked (he was still wearing a shirt; you saw So Much of his arms).

Malleus hears Sebek's screams before the door groaning open. He's pleasantly surprised to see you! It's been so long, best friend; have you been well? What are you-- Yes, his underwear does have GaoGao Dragon-kun's visage printed on it. Lilia got it for him. (Sebek is still screaming as you two talk [Malleus puts on his pants at the same time].)

[luolands]

Essek's work and responsibilities

Essek, c2e135: I only ask because I've seen a great many prospective talents like yours grow unfocused in times of.. necessity, and decisive action.

Marisha, c2e136: Does he have War Caster? He does, right? Matt: He does.

EGtW: He is eager to use the conflict as an excuse to practice the deadlier aspects of dunamancy

Essek, c2e94: It prevents me from some of my capabilities throughout the day each time I do this, so while I'm here in my home and things are not requiring me to be elsewhere rapidly, thankfully this is a moment in time in which I am more useful here in the city.

c2e99: [You see one of them, a familiar visage of the Taskhand Adeen Tasithar.] Jester: Essek, did you ever talk to him? Did you hang out with him? Essek: We once knew each other. For a while. Jester: Does he suck? Essek: That is a word, yes.

(Taskhands are warriors: Taskhand Durth Mirimm, an elite warrior governing Jigow; Taskhand Verin Thelyss, an echo knight governing Bazzoxan. The Dynasty has dunamancers partnered with warriors: Thuron - the echo knight infiltrator in Zadash - was partnered with a drow who cast a graviturgy spell similar to gravity sinkhole. Lythir VaSuun, a high-level graviturgist, was partnered with a high-level echo knight to lead a border scouting party.)

Essek, c2e91: And you believe that the individuals that make the laws and employ them across your empire are more capable than these mages? Do you not think there is perhaps a necessary balance between the two that maintains the order?

EGtW: The laws of the dynasty, which stem from the faith of the Luxon, are enforced by a network of trusted Aurora Watch captains and soldiers.

EGtW: Essek is both respected and feared for his intelligence and cunning.

c2e74: Now who you see arrived at the front: a male drow, short white hair, a perpetual soft smile, a similar mantle of armor to the soldiers that you saw exterior, but beneath it, a cloak of dark purple just drifts below and obscures the entirety of his body.

c2e57: A similar mantle to what you noticed Lythir wearing, but much more elaborate. You can see the robes that he's wearing that pretty much entirely obscure the body.

Essek, c2e90: We've investigated Adeen, found him already halfway across the Ghostlands on his own, shrouded and seeming to attempt escape. We ambushed and retrieved him, and have spent the better part of the past day interrogating him.

Essek, c2e77: There is indeed one beacon that still remains in the grasp of the Empire. We have.. numerous ways of pushing towards that goal. However, should you have been careful in your dealings, you have a little more reach within the Empire than someone such as I would, of course.

Twitter: Shadowhand is a title granted to those who focus on the dark mysteries of Exandria for the Bright Queen. This includes both subterfuge and arcana (like a specialist in the dangerous unknown). Spies, mages, and investigators that reach a certain station can be granted this title.

Essek, c2e131: I just know that I've also survived this long, weaving the intricacies of deceit like I have, by knowing how best to keep myself.. out of the complications as best as I can.

Essek, c2e80: I already have a few operatives looking to infiltrate- to locate and infiltrate the Cult of the Angel of Irons, you said it was, in hopes of gathering more information. Jester: You have? Essek: Yes, since you gave me this information a while back. ... I have a lot of plates I'm spinning at any given point in time. This is one, and I'm now giving it a bit more prominence, so.. I apologize to have misled you to think otherwise. And I also apologize for my attitude yesterday. I have been under some pressure.

Essek, c2e98: I mean, there has been a shadow war between the Dynasty and the Empire for.. decades. This is just the first time that it's brimmed out of the control of those that waged it.

Essek, c2e98: I just want to warn you about getting too close. I'm tied.. to a lot of dangerous individuals and teeter in the shadows at the crux of all of this conflict, intentional as it may not have been.

Essek, c2e131: I can find a place to go. I am capable of being slippery when I need to be.

Essek, c2e57: Take care of them and should you need anything, well... we'll know.

c2e79: [You made an additional deal for rapid transportation with your sponsor, Shadowhand Essek Thelyss. Who agreed, begrudgingly, for the very last time to do this.] Liam: The last, last time. Marisha: He keeps saying that. Travis: He can't say no. [Wow he's just racking up the debt points with you guys. He's going to make you do some fun stuff down the road.]

Essek, c2e78: I trust that your interests are forthright. I'll need your help soon anyway. Jester: He said he would need our help soon. He seemed like he would do it.

(Soon after) Jester, c2e81: Is there any news of the war? Allura: Yes. There has been a series of attacks on some of the military siege installations within the empire. There was an assault on some of the weapon creation factories in Hupperdook. This was about four days ago, as well as a counter assault by the empire within Xhorhas.

Jester, c2e63: Did you want to come, Essek? Essek: I have my own business to attend to, but I will vouch for their capabilities. And my tutelage.

Essek, c2e70: There is a lot of business I must attend to as well. As you've heard from the Bright Queen, a lot of things are moving and my interests lie elsewhere beyond a kiln.

EGtW: He is eager to use the conflict as an excuse to practice the deadlier aspects of dunamancy, and also curious to see what the powerful minds of the Cerberus Assembly may have gleaned from their research into the beacon they stole.

Leylas, c2e57: (turns and goes) Shadowhand, can we confirm that there has been some kind of imperial goblin capture? Nott: He's not a goblin like I am. (...) He's a halfling man. His name is Yeza Brenatto. He's a chemist. Essek: Yes, we do indeed have this figure in our Dungeon of Penance.

Leylas, c2e57: Well, first, I will say that this prisoner of yours that you're requesting could possibly be returned to you. I do not know the scope and depth of his involvement with the conflict to the west, but I'm certain the Shadowhand will inquire and if there is anything else required, we will attempt to close our interrogation and return him to you.

Essek, c2e90: All of this has been given, elements of it, to attempt to force them to fill in the blanks, to prove our.. curiosity and let them prove that they were involved. But upon magical inquiries, forcing of one's will, and through physical... persuasion, we managed to excise the truth, and the Taskhand has given his hand, if you will.

Essek, c2e90: Trust me, there's been plenty of punching for two days, I do not think that you would maybe- Beau: But do they have magical punches that make people talk? Essek: We have magical means of forcing the truth, if that's what you're talking about.

Fjord, c2e90: Is there any reason why you haven't told her yet? Are you trying to confirm or gather, or? Essek: I was- if you're going to, in a point of extreme tensions in warfare in which the queen is impatiently waiting for any sort of concrete proof as to why the ceasefire was necessary, we wanted to make sure that we presented it as an entire package, as opposed to piecemeal. It is better.. and also we need to cross our Ts as well, in the instance that perhaps any of this information is incorrect.

c2e63: Previously, you had all the raised platforms with the chairs of the different den heads that were there and the five chairs that were on the main central raised portion of the platform where the Bright Queen was. Now, you can see maybe six individuals present. Two on one side, two on the other and there is the Bright Queen and the right hand there. It seems like this isn't a formal gathering of all hands on-deck, more just general matters. You see Essek is present on the left side, Mirimm is in the right up in her chair.

Leylas, c2e63: They've been assigned as your wards, you trust in this, yes? You believe them? Essek: [Essek's sitting there in the chair, you can see the hands just barely crossed poking through the cloak] I trust them. Leylas: [She gives a nod] Well, we shall plan accordingly. They will rue the day they tried to assail us on their terms.

c2e70: Already, you can hear voices bustling. It's a little more active than last time you were here, when it was somewhat half as intense. You can see all the seats are filled, both on the two opposing house sides as well as the central chairs that flank the Bright Queen's throne. ... You can see a troop of four individuals, three drow and one hobgoblin are carrying a table out past you. It seems to be a map of probably Xhorhas. The length of the table will probably lead it quite deeply into the Empire and Western Wynandir. Essek: [You look over and you can see across the way, Essek has been sitting down in one of the chairs] Well, if a safe and quick means of transportation is required, that would probably be my specialty.

Essek, c2e133: The pursuit of magic, in the ways that we know it, in the ways that we've been disparately, but in some ways similarly raised and studied. At a certain point, it becomes about the self. It becomes about what I can do.

Essek, c2e124: I was granted this post and for the time being I am enjoying the change of pace, strangely. Jester: So you really don't know very much about Aeor, then? Essek: I'm learning as we go, but I just asked to be sent far away. And from what I'd heard, there was quite a bit of competitive acquisition of relics. And if I'm to be honest, that is an intriguing thing. I mean, I'm a man of arcane study, and if there are things here that can continue to progress my- well, my personal studies, then that would be, that'd be perfect.

Essek, c2e124: (Discussing Aeor's ruins) Well, there's quite a bit down there. I've only been in myself a bit, but we can go over that.

Essek, c2e124: I should not leave this outpost, I have responsibilities here and people that rely on me.

Essek, c2e124: Starguide Uraya, Uraya Hythenos, perhaps. A goblin friend of mine, I believe they spoke to you when I was unable to reach out that day. They have returned to Rosohna to deliver reports.

c2e141: He eventually began to feel the possible prying eyes of Dynasty discomfort, and absconded from the Aeorian trade post. (...) He went there to continue his business for the time being, because at least it was far away and there were people there that relied on him, but even that he eventually left.

Talks, c2e89-90: But as a person of his training, his station, and just his general persona and how he likes to present himself, he would never openly show that concern at first.

c2e124: He's intently listening and seems to be genuinely disturbed by the information that he's received. He's taking it in, he's very controlled. Like he's used to listening and, you know. His demeanor since you met him has been very constructed. It is very much an element that he instinctually puts forward. But even in that space you could see him being very contemplative and trying to just take it all in, and nod.

Beau, c2e91: Does the Dynasty have us bugged in this house?  Essek: It would not surprise me if they, at times, chimed in. You have been under watch, here and there, since you've arrived as you were a.. challenging addition to the proximity of the Bastion Fjord: To be specific, we've seen ourselves being watched. We were hoping it was you? Essek: At times it was. No, but it was part of my assignment when you first came under my wing to ensure that there wasn't any chances of undue.. Empire business finding its way within the proximity of the Bastion.

Wrap-up: He immediately was like, "I'll take care of them, I'll work with their business, I'll figure out what they're going, and I'll be their chaperone," essentially. And so it was him just trying to cover his ass, while also trying to figure out what you were up to, what your connections were, how much you knew.

EGtW: Twelve hours of daylight each day can become painful and physically detrimental to those beings adapted to subterranean life. To mitigate this problem, powerful dunamancers have woven arcane shields to temporarily block out the sun above Rosohna. 

Wrap-up: (Verin) was like the brother that kind of got him, and they got along okay in a family that Essek did not get along with at all, and was surrounded by people he didn't get along with. He didn't get along with his parents, he didn't get along with most people in the Dynasty unless they helped him maintain and advance his position of power and influence and so.. you guys fucked him up!

[intothemoshpit]

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pairing ▎steve harrington x fem! byers sister! reader

length ▎short..ish

warnings ▎swearing. steve being kind of judgmental. reader being a byers sibling (adopted so all readers can enjoy! but it isn't actually mentioned). robin praise. light joking. love/mutual liking confessions. kissing.

summery ▎steve and y/n have a conversation on the sidewalk curb, that ends up with them confessing to one another.

a/n: I wanted to write another thing for steve, so I decided on this. hopefully, it isn't too bad :''). enjoy!

6.12.22

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“ 𝐲a' know, byers, i never actually expected you to be this fun. ”

y/n nearly choked on the mountain dew she had taken a sip of. thickly swallowing, with a small cough following after, she turned her head to look at the brunette who oh-so-boldly spewed those words out to her. “ yeah? ” she cracked a grin, her voice a bit strained since she was still trying to recover from the fact her drink went down the wrong pipe. “ and why's that, harrington? ”

steve shrugged, lip jutted out in thought while his eyes remained glued on the road ahead. they were both sitting on the curb of the sidewalk, a few houses down from the wheeler's, that was blaring with music and laughter from the celebration party they were throwing for lucas; a way of congratulating him for once again, getting hawkins' basketball team to the top. he hadn't been kicked off the team, thank the heavens. “ well, jonathan doesn't really hold the best reputation here- ”

“ code for ‘ jonathan byers stole my girl so I have a huge grudge held against him ’, right? ”

pausing, the male finally look the girl's way, only to glare at her teasing smile. “ no. ” he shook his head, darting his gaze to the ground. “ and will, from what I know, wasn't too popular himself. plus, the kid is kinda... ”

“ — weird and paranoid? ” steve hesitated on nodding, but did it regardless. this made y/n roll her eyes, smile suddenly vanishing. “ well, people in this town have their heads up their asses, and they all think they're better than every other person. I'm not really all that surprised that will wasn't popular. ” biting her bottom lip, the (light/medium/dark) haired female ducked her head; letting it hang, as she stared at the pavement. “ plus, will went through a lot.. you can't exactly expect him to be normal after all of the shit that's happened. ”

it was silent for a small moment after that, the crickets around the area and the small breeze that blew, being the only sound to fill out the atmosphere. “ you're right. ” steve spoke up, finally, earning him the reward of y/n lifting her eyes to look at him. he returned her gaze, while a sorrowful, small smile edged onto the corner of his mouth. “ I'm sorry - I shouldn't have judged will.. or you. I didn't even know you before this whole vecna creature showed up. ”

spilling out a small chuckle of amusement, the byers sibling offered steve her own smile; one filled with appreciation. “ you're right - we didn't even really talk before this.. ” leaning over, a shoulder was knocked against the brunette's. “ but I'm glad we got to know each other... I fell for a guy who's actually not all that bad. ”

the size of steve's eyes after the sudden confession, would've made anyone lose their minds in laughter. he was truly shocked, which is why y/n pressed her lips together and looked away from him, to stop herself from laughing. “ you... like me? ” he slowly spoke, trying to wrap his head around what was just said. while another crackle of a laugh sounded from y/n, she nodded, confirming that it wasn't a lie. this left steve to look forward, and just sit there for a second; arms hung over each of her thighs while a dumbfounded expression laid on his visage.

“ I guess I should say I like you, too. ” harrington blurted, finally facing the older girl after a beat of silence. y/n, intrigued but thankful, raised her brows at this; in a way, telling him to continue. “ I first noticed when you dressed up in that god awful outfit to go with nancy and robin, to visit creel. ” his face scrunched up, emphasizing just how much the powder blue pencil skirt and frilly-collared, silk, light yellow blouse were. “ honestly, it was bad. bad. ” the way his eyes enlarged and how he raised his hand when he said that, made byers laughed louder than before. “ I don't even know how nancy can call that fashion. ”

“ I don't either, ” y/n confessed, after coming down from the fit of giggles she let out. “ I truly wanted the earth to swallow me whole when we entered that building. thank god, robin had some serious acting skills and saved our asses. ”

steve smiled at that, actually appreciative that robin buckley could be called his best friend; she was amazing, and has been a big help in all of the stuff that's happened. since last year, anyway. “ speaking of robin... ” steve moved his gaze off of the nearby street light, and back onto the other. “ she actually told me you had feelings for me. I just didn't want to believe it... seemed too good to be true. ”

humming, rather taken off guard, yet finding the new information numerous, y/n arched a brow at the male. “ remind me to never tell her a secret regarding you, again. ” she raised her soda can, as if saying cheers to let it be known that she was serious. harrington rolled his eyes at that, but grinned and nodded anyway.

“ will do... ” he mumbled, sort of distracted when speaking. he was trying his best to find the right words, for what what he wanted to ask next.

y/n took notice of his sudden, absentminded state. “ something wrong? ” she quipped, all while slightly swishing the contents of liquid around, in her can boredly. another beat of silence passed, which seemed to be happening a lot, but they both could understand why; they weren't used to talking like this.

“ will you go on a date with me tomorrow? ” steve turned his attention back onto the byers girl, only to find her already staring at him; a new softness in her big doe's. “ I mean.. you like me, I like you, so- ”

“ — are you mental? ” she interrupted the nervous hound, making him go quiet in anxiousness. the reassuring smile she sprouted though, calmed him down. “ of course I will, steve. I wouldn't have told you I liked you, if I didn't want something else to happen. ”

now he was cocking a brow at her. “ something else to happen? ”

y/n signed, shaking her head. “ you really are clueless.. ” bending forward, she sat the green soda can in front of her, before straightening herself; leaning over towards him, the female took a single hand and wrapped it around the underside of his chin; thumb pressing into one cheek, while her digits pressed into the other. steve's eyes held surprise, upon realizing what was coming next.

lips of honey pressed to the harrington boys, causing him to inhale heavily. he never, in all his years of making out with people girls, has experienced a kiss as good as the one y/n gave him. although the slightest bit of dryness could be felt on her bottom lip, the lingering taste of cocoa cola lip balm entered his senses and the overly smooth surface greeted him; sending chills down his spine. she seemed experienced, much more than him, and steve found that incredibly attractive.

eyes sliding shit, the brunette pressed forward, kissing y/n back. she exhaled through her nose in bliss, while a throat rattling hum of satisfaction left him. the girl released her hold on his face, and instead, slid one arm around the back of his neck; guiding his body closer to her own. steve's own finally gained consciousness, which led to him snaking his arms around the (light/medium/dark) haired females torso. squeezing y/n close, while drinking in her taste and smell; her doing the same to him.

finally, the two separate after what seemed like a decade. a sharp intake of breathe is what each of them took, once their lips parted, and y/n was quick to look at the man with pure adortion. steve took a few seconds longer to actually open his eyes, given that he was practically hypnotized, but when he did, a smile broke out on his face.

“ I think we should go back inside now.. ” y/n whispered, her thumb absentmindedly caressing against the junction of his neck, where one of his jugular veins led into the connection of his shoulder lining. he nearly shifted at that, but composed himself.

“ I don't want to.. ” steve admitted, with a grumble, earning a chuckle from y/n. “ but I think your right... robin'll be on my ass if she notices neither of us are in there. ”

the byers sibling hummed in agreement, slowly slipping her arm back from around harrington's neck. “ no doubt she already has. the girl is like a detective. ” that earned an amused grin out of steve, him shaking his head in toe.

“ yeah, she is.. ” after retracting his own arms, the brunette pressed a palm to the sidewalk, only to push himself to stand. holding out a hand to the girl in offer, he tilted his head in the direction od the wheeler house. “ come on, I'll walk you there. ”

y/n definitely didn't miss that little glint in his eyes. “ sly bastard.. ” she mumbled, taking the male's hand. he hoisted her up, proceeding to sling his arm around her shoulders once she was on her feet. a smirk of confidence now painted his lips.

“ you're definitely right on the sly part. ”

[robert-de-niro-only-fans]

"You're All Wet"

Sam "Ace" Rothstein x Reader

Um, I made the decision to call him Ace in this fic, not entirely sure why! Reader and Ace knew each other before he went to Las Vegas and Reader stops in to visit, enjoy!!!

TW: implied smut, cheating, mentions of gang activity

Word Count: 1.7k

Just like any other night at The Tangiers, Ace Rothstein stalks the casino floor, like a predator waiting to pounce at the sight of a cheater in his beloved establishment. As his eyes scan the crowd, carefully watching everyone's body language for anything odd, there's a hitch when he swears he sees someone familiar. His eyes quickly double back and they land on you. In that moment, he feels like he's travelled back to the past and in another world simultaneously.

"(Y/N)?" he blinks in disbelief, "(Y/N), is that you?" He hasn't seen you in years! That face is all too familiar to him, but that body? Well... Let's just say you've grown up a bit.

"I gotta say, you're not looking so sharp right now, Ace, not with that dumbfounded look on your face," you giggle, holding your arms out for a hug, "You look like you've seen a ghost or something!"

He holds you tightly to him, nuzzling into the crook of your neck for a moment before pulling back and getting a better look at your face, "God... I feel like I have! Fuck, where are my manners, how have you been, darlin'?"

As you catch up, wandering away from the pits to somewhere more private, Ace finds his mind wandering back to old times in the Midwest, to when he knew you best. You're Remo Gaggi's only niece; you grew up with nothing but guys around you, guys who are all involved in the family business, so it only made sense that you were so interested in it too. But it was different with you, Gaggi wanted you to wait until you were an adult before getting into anything, so by the time you were allowed to know anything, you took it seriously because you knew you had something to prove being the only girl in the business.

Ace always admired how you came out swinging the minute you turned 18, ready to prove all your cousins and uncles wrong about you. But he really didn't get to see too much of it, before him and Nicky got sent to Las Vegas.

He even remembers their going away party, everyone getting together one last time before moving to the desert to make the bosses more cash than they could dream of. He remembers how you started to tear-up telling him goodbye, but you had a lot of pride and didn't want any of the guys to see you cry. However, you did cry when you finally got a moment alone with him, and Ace wiped your tears, promising you'd see each other again. And now, here you are in, halfway across the country, making sure that promise is kept.

"Where are ya stayin' tonight, doll?"

"Oh, just at some plaza hotel or something," you shrug.

"By yourself?" Sam inquires.

"Yeah, I'm grown now, ya know!"

"Oh no, no, that won't do. A girl like you shouldn't stay by herself in a city like this," he takes your hand across the table your both seated at, "Come stay with me."

"Ace, I don't wanna be a burden..."

"You're not a burden. I'm so happy to see you, it'd be an honor to have you in my home." His grip on your hand tightens reassuringly.

"You sure your wife will be okay with it?" It was the only defense you have left.

"My wife, eh?" He looks left then right slyly, "You know who pays for the place, right? I'll have a guest over if I like."

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The next few days felt like old times but in a whole new place, a much richer and more luxurious place. Your first morning at Sam's house, you woke up early from jet lag, so you took the liberty of making breakfast for everyone. To which you were met with a "You didnt have to do that," when Ace caught you, but it was followed up by him hugging you from behind and laying his head on you, practically sleeping while standing up.

Of course, you hung out with Nicky too! They showed you all around their new stomping grounds out west. However, you can tell that Ace is making an effort to get alone time with you; you'd always had a special bond back home. Hell, you cried over the man when he left! You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss that closeness.

One night, as you're having a relaxing bubble bath in Ace's luxurious guest bathroom, you ponder on how much longer you should stay in Vegas. You bought a one way ticket because you weren't sure how things would go and you didn't want to be stuck here if things got hairy, but now... You feel like you want to stay for a while, but you don't want to take advantage of your friend's kindness either.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the doorknob wiggling before Ace lets himself in. "What? So you just walk in on girls in the bathroom now? I guess with all these Vegas dancers throwin' themselves at you, you must think you're hot shit or something."

"Oh, hush," he cracks a smile, strolling across the tiled floor before sitting down on the toilet lid.

As he sits back and looks you over, your head and bare shoulders being the only thing exposed, you taunt, "Like the view?"

He lightly snorts and shakes his head at you, "You look good, but I just wanted to spend some time with you before the wife gets home. God knows when that'll be." He rolls his eyes at the thought of his wife.

"You don't think it'll look suspicious, uh, hanging out with me while I'm in the bath?"

His eyes wander as if he's deep in thought, then he shrugs and returns his attention to you. "What did you do today?"

"Nothing too crazy. You and Nicky have had me so busy that I just went out for a mani-pedi," you relax back against the wall of the tub.

"Ooh, let me see," he says, leaning forward towards you. You slide a hand and a foot out from under the mountain of bubbles and hook them on the edge of the tub.

He inspects them before taking his hand in yours and holding it closer to him, "Very pretty, I like the color," he says quietly, then he presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

"Thank you," you giggle at him.

He returns your chuckle and places a few more kisses to the back of your hand and wrist.

"Ace, what are you doing?!" You squeal!

He simply let's out a hum and continues kissing up your arm, his kisses slowly turning from funny to passionate as he passes your elbow. Ace scoots away from his seat on the toilet and kneels beside your bath, lips never leaving your arm.

You feel that fire creeping up in your belly as he rounds your shoulder, lips and tongue working the soft skin of your clavicle. Your other hand rises up out of the bath water, and you cup the back of the man's head.

Feeling a bit of hesitation, Ace slowly moves his lips towards your neck, receiving a small but pleased exhale from you. As your eyes flutter closed, you tilt your head back, giving him access to your sensitive skin. He suckles and nibbles there for what feels like eternity but also only a second, eliciting a series of breathy moans from your lips.

After placing a few kisses to the spot, he pulls away from you slightly, just enough to see your face. You stare at each other in a haze, familiar eyes locked onto yours, and his better judgement leaves him as he graces his lips across yours. Your lips dance with one another's, eyelashes brushing the other's face, in such a soft gentle moment, before he claims your mouth with his. Your emotions are on high from the passionate kiss, until you remember this isn't old times and this man before you is no longer yours to take.

Your lips part from his, "Sam..." It's just above a whisper.

The use of his first name makes the severity of the situation hang in the air like wind chimes waiting for a breeze, the sound of silence deafening to your ear drums. You'd only ever called him that once before, also in a serious moment: a moment when your confession of your feelings for him hung on the tip of your tongue, but you didn't want him to carry that weight to Vegas with him.

His eyes glance over your visage, that beautiful face filled with worry. You should never feel anything but happiness, Ace thinks to himself. The rough pad of his thumb gently strokes your cheek, while the rest of his fingers nestle just behind your ear. Your eyes are cast down, trying not to look at him, so you don't see it coming when he leans forward and kisses you again.

Your lips move together once again, and your hands find his shoulders, gripping onto him as if he might slip away. You sit up on your knees in the bathtub, and immediately Ace's arms are around your waist, pulling your soaking wet body close to his. His hands tangle in your damp locks, and he fumbles around before throwing a leg over the wall of the bath tub and sliding into the water with you. He settles down onto his knees and pulls you across his lap, never breaking your kiss.

Your fingertips comb through his hair, as your making out slows to a halt. Gently cupping his cheek, you take a look at him, "You're all wet," you state quietly.

Slowly, this elicits laughter from both of you. You both stay like that for a moment before he takes you in his arms and lifts you from your bath, carefully stepping out and leaving a hefty trail of water leading right to the guest bedroom where you've been staying.

That night as he makes love to you with his clothes piled in a wet heap on the floor all around the bed, the only thing on his mind is you. He's waited what feels like a lifetime to have you, so nothing would keep him from you, not even the sound of his wife coming home somewhere between rounds 3 and 4.