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chericos · 1 year ago

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𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝑃𝐸𝑅𝐹𝑈𝑀𝐸 જ⁀➴ ( ၴႅၴ

𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑗𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑢 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ༄

cws: underage drinking, gojo is a glorified lightweight, and he's rich so..., slight NSFW? (i was pushing it ngl..), friends with benefits for most of it, idiots who are so obviously in love but don't say they're dating, they never end up officially dating but everyone knows, took out the angst cause i'm tired of sobbing, all sweet and perfect, sassy man apocalypse is REAL, unedited please forgive me

yes I know it's whiskey but pretend it's wine ok 😭 it's for the lyrics

haunted; by laufey

2005;

the room is hot, the air thick enough for you to choke on it. your mind clouded with a lust-filled void that you don't think you can ever escape.

one bottle was all it took for satoru to be on you like the plague. An expensive bottle of 55-year-aged Yamazaki malt whiskey, which he claims he "found all by itself in the middle of nowhere." (he stole it from his dad's wine cellar on his trip back home) and who were you to deny a nice drink funded by someone with way too much money on their hands?

that was the start of the unavoidable doom you cursed upon yourself.

your hands tangled into the hairs at his neck, gripping, tugging, anything to get closer to him. one of his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you into him, the other cupped at the back of your head.

and you know it's wrong, that you shouldn't be doing this. ruining a friendship you worked months to build and perfect in only one night. but as a feverish whine leaves his wine-stained lips you think just maybe, you can share one more kiss.

2006;

"would you still love me if i was a worm?"

it's almost humorous how his question breaks the restless tension between the both of you.

the air runs cold as the passing summer breeze finally turns into the chilling autumn winds. the periodic chirping of crows resounds in the far distance as you and satoru lay back on the training ground fields. the pale moonlight cascades on his face, making his already angelic-like blue eyes shimmer.

"probably not," that seems to crush any ounce of confidence he had coming into this conversation. his lips form into a pout, and misty eyes stare into yours pleadingly. he looks like a kicked puppy.

"what? did i crush your ego?" you ask between laughs?, he only huffs in response. you think that might be the end of it, a conversation gone too soon you suppose. the sudden rustle of the grass next to you has you turning face-to-face with gojo. you give him a confused glance as he inspects your face, mentally memorizing every dip and imperfection you have. the lack of response has you clearing your throat, eyebrows furrowing as a silent plea for him to speak his mind.

"don't tell me that actually hurt you," the frown on his face only deepens as he side-eyes you.

"and what if it did?" you roll your eyes at that. assuming it was just a game, satoru has always been particularly sassy, you decided to play along.

"oh however shall i make it better the glorious, majestic satoru gojo?" it was a joke. of course it was, however, you didn't expect him to perk up so much at the blatantly ironic suggestion.

"you wanna know how to make it better?" he shifts closer, his nose grazes against your own, and you can feel his breath fanning across your lips. he's so close. your gaze flickers up from his lips to his eyes as a hand reaches to push a stray strand of your hair back. "what..?" it was a joke right? god, you're already breathless. He has barely done so much as touch you, and you're already turning into putty, it's pathetic.

"a kiss would do wonders," he was always so arrogant, infuriating even.

"are you being serious?"

"whaaaaat! you know you want to,"

"don't put words in my mouth." yet, you don't find yourself pulling back.

"one kiss," you tell him. one kiss is all you'll allow you tell yourself, you outwardly nod to it.

"awww, i knew you loved me!" he's extremely giddy. you can practically feel his body heat radiating off of him.

"what did i say about putting words into my--" you don't get to finish your sentence as he's basically pawing at you. his arm is laid over you waist as his other hand cradles your head.

one kiss. just one. one. its a lie, theres never just one kiss when it comes to satoru. he's on you like a starved man, molding his body into yours almost perfectly. its pointless to try and fight it. you willingly give in.

you allow yourself to have him just tonight.

2007;

"what do you plan on doing after we graduate?" shoko asks, taking another drag of a cigarette. it's late april, the air is starting to get warm enough for you to wear your spring uniform again. barely 2 weeks until you'll finally be able to call yourself a full-fledged jujutsu sorcerer.

it's a question you never really thought of. of course, you wanted to leave, explore the world even. it was a fated fact. you dreamed of it. graduation day, the day you would finally be able to up and leave this school and all its haunting memories behind once and for all. the day when you could leave everything behind and start anew. but you didn't want to leave the friends you made, the relationships you spent years building and perfecting. the connections you made through jujutsu tech were priceless.

but you didn't know what you wanted to do. leave, yes, but then what? where would you go, what would you do?

"i'm not sure," an honest answer, you weren't sure. but that did nothing to stop the fleeting thoughts of spending a lifetime with a certain someone. you still remember the night back in your second year. you still held onto every ounce of sin.

you wished and hoped it would be something more, even though you knew he didn't love you quite like you loved him.

"hope you figure it out soon, if it comes down to it, you could always stay with me here."

"yeah, thanks ieiri,"

"hmm"

hours pass and you find yourself sitting in gojo's room. he lays flat on the bed on his phone, giggling periodically. you sit on the end, back pressed against the wall as you tightly hug one of his pillows.

"you know we graduate in a few days..."

"uhuh," his gaze doesn't falter, as if he expected you to say that.

"what are you going to do?" you shouldn't have asked, shouldn't get your hopes up, praying for him to say that he'd go wherever you wanted to go. a dream so far-fetched but felt oh so sweet.

"i don't know, i'll figure it out when it happens." it's so like him, not knowing what he'd want to do when his school years would finally come to an end. but knowing him, he'd find something out, do something he wouldn't regret doing. the complete opposite of you.

"i'll probably go to america, visit some family while i'm there you know?"

you think you hear him choke.

he clears his throat before speaking again, "that sounds... nice. how long do you plan on staying?" you swear he sounds upset, maybe even a little scared, but you quickly shake those thoughts away. your mind was already made, and like hell was this going to stop you.

"at least a couple of years, at most, i might not move back. promised ieiri i'd visit every now and then though,"

"oh, guess i'll have to visit you sometime then huh?" he laughs but you know its fake. its not the same laugh he's shared between just the two of you, its strained, and somehow, that breaks your heart even more.

"i guess so."

you don't talk for the rest of that night, or for the next couple days that pass by. the next, and last time you speak to him is the morning of your flight where you bid him goodbyes and wish him well. and you swear to yourself as you leave at dawn, that this will end 'til he haunts you again.

2017;

10 years.

10 years since you've last seen him, granted, it's been 10 years since you've last seen any of them. your attempts at visiting have been futile ever since you moved. being pushed onto back-to-back missions inside and out of the country.

but it's useless worrying about things you can't fix. so as you stare at your reflection through your phone camera you wonder if they'd changed, if they even cared, only inviting you out of common courtesy. expecting you to no-show for work. but here you are, an 18-hour flight later, sitting at a bar in the middle of tokyo, japan.

the rose perfume you wore lingers around, it's sickly sweet scent fogs your mind. your thoughts racing so loudly you don't hear the door open to alert you someone else has entered the low-lit room.

"it's been over a decade and you don't even turn around to greet us? and i thought we were close." god, that voice. its the same as you remember. you spin your head around and that's when it hits you, a wave of nostalgia. seeing the three most amazing people you ever got the chance to meet standing right in front of you after years, you almost start crying(you do).

"leave her alone satoru." nanami, you don't remember him being that tall. the last in-person conversation you had with him being just hours before you started packing for your flight;

"so you're actually leaving?"

"yeah, i already made housing plans so theres really no turning back now,"

"we'll miss you. granted, some more than others--"

"who are you talking about?"

"he didn't tell you? never-mind then,"

"can we start drinking already?" shoko, still the same as always. it would be a shock if she changed. you still remember the phone call you had with her last week;

"he still whines about you leaving,"

"really? he doesn't really text me much."

"it's annoying, he's like a baby crying for their mother. you need to shut him up before i lose my mind and kill him myself."

"hah, i'll call him sometime this week,"

"good. anyways, did you hear about this new form of torture?--"

"you guys are so mean to me..."

"still a crybaby i see." you laugh as satoru glares at you.

"less talking, more drinking!"

"you're going to end up with alcohol poisoning with that mentality."

youre all sitting down at the bar, ieiri to your right, satoru to your left, and kento beside him. it feels like when you were younger. the four of you(gojo dragged nanami there every time) all sprawled out across shoko's dorm. bottles of cheap wine and liquor trashed on the floor. some of the best times of your high school years were spent like that.

by the time you make it to your second round, shoko's already on her 5th, satoru still has barely taken more than 3 sips of his, and nanami opting out, taking the position of the 'designated driver' for the four of you tonight.

you're not drunk, just tipsy enough to feel the buzz in your head when gojo asks you a question.

"how have you been? how have you liked america so far?"

"good. and it's been nice so far, i've been able to see family more often. oh! i found this nice bakery near my apartment..."

",you would like it." you add that last part on a whim. the back part of your mind hoping that maybe he'd be able to take you up on the implied offer of going together sometime.

"enough about me, what have you been up to?"

"i teach,"

"really?"

"mhm, got an amazing batch of first years. i even picked up this new kid... he's gong to be great one day. i just know it"

"thats sweet. you have good eyes so i'll take your word for it."

"you should visit, i'm sure they'd love you. maki especially."

"i'd like that, maybe teach them a thing or two?"

"yeah! oh theres even this talking panda--"

and thats how the night continues to go. every now and then ieiri and kento join in to ask you about life or if you're into trying any of their hobbies. but it mostly consist of you and satoru talking as if the whole world is on pause. like its only the two you you left.

hours pass before shoko finally passes out on the bar table. as he swings her arm over his shoulder he offers you and satrou a ride home. before you can even respond gojo is already saying he'll call you both a taxi, and is lighting(harshly) shoving kento and ieiri out the door.

you both end up staying two hours more since they left. satoru placing any drinks you order onto his own tab.

you ended up crying two times that night. however the second was not in the same sense as before.

just like 2005, all it took was a drink. surprisingly the same brand and bottle as back then, a 55-year-aged Yamazaki malt whiskey, which this time is funded by satoru himself, is what had you staggering into his apartment. gripping onto him as he balances you straight.

you've barely made it into his room before you're pouncing on him, kissing him so hard you're sure your lips will be bruised in the morning. hand feverishly pulling at each other's clothes, broken whines leave your mouths. in the back of your drunken dazed mind you know that this would never last but you'll pretend he'll stay forever.

he lays you down, momentarily pulling back to look you dead in the eyes. "are you ok with this?" he's panting, a desperate look in his eyes as he asks.

"yes, just—please..." you can't bear to stare at him as the words leave your lips. your face flushed at the sounds you're making just at the thought of him. and with that, he's back on you. no hint of hesitation in his actions.

"toru.." you whine, your back arching into the bed. his large hands ghost over the top of your breasts, pulling the straps of your dress and bra down to cup them more.

"Now you're gettin' me all worked up—" he sighs, hands sliding down to the waistband of your panties. you mewl at the feeling of his fingers grazing on your wet cunt.

"what, sweetheart? d'ya want some more?" he pokes at you, you let out pathetic moans as your body twitches underneath his. "please 'toru," you pant.

that night, ghostly sounds haunt the hallways as he wraps you around.

the sin barely breaks before you're awake, searching for your clothes you couldn't stay, you knew it in the very pit of your stomach. you'll continue to hold on to every ounce of sin. and as you leave at dawn you have a gut feeling that satoru will never cease to haunt you.

an; a little rushed and will probably go back to heavily edit this in the morning(don't be surprised if the whole plot is changed) but i hope you enjoy the pre-halloween special!

an edit; still very rushed, however, the plot has slightly changed...

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neverthelesshex · 9 months ago

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Muse pt.3

!!Content warning there will be intoxicated smut in this chapter in which both members are intoxicating so there is no r4p3 involved it's just sex between to tipsy and very high people smut scene will be indicated and ended with ***** so if you're uncomfortable with that stuff skip ahead enjoy!!!

You get back to your dorm later that day. Putting on some music and starting to take a shower, you shave and use scents on your body like refreshing strawberry and deep vanilla, along with notes of Carmel, you step out and start drying your hair putting in heat protection spray in and grab your Dyson air wrap, curling your bangs and putting your hair in a high fluffy ponytail with a star claw clip. You carefully put on a baggy white and grey radio head shirt with a size to big deep navy leather jacket with two white stripes near the underbust and some very light grey cargo pants you add some jewelry and start on your makeup. You do some puppy liner do your brows put highlighter on the coners of your eyes and your nose a d finish it off with some tinted gloss you do a final check in the mirror and grab your phone and tote bag and leave your dorm seeing ted in his car

"Heyyy y/n, never thought you were gonna make it, damn you look good, ready to go?" He appealed

You nod and smile with a hint of blush peaking through your makeup

*time skipppp*

You arrive at the frat house seeing tons of cars yet a nice clean front yard you walk in to some cool music schlatt walks up to you and Ted

"HEY WHATS UP MY DUDES" he slurs with a light stumble

"Are you already drunk schaltt-" ted grumbles pinching the bridge of his nose

"Whaaaaat- no wayyyy" he giggles

You walk away from the group going over to the drink table mixing up a fruity yet strong drink and sitting on an empty love seat before ted joins you holding a red solo cup

"How you liking the party so far?" He hums

You take another sip of your drink your throat slightly burning "I mean there's alcohol so it's lit" you smile

"Just wait until they start beer pong then we get to smoke some weed" he groans happily

"Wait really?!?!" You exclaim in excitement

"Yeah it should start here in around 5 min but until then wanna dance" he ask getting up and holding his hand out

You put your drink down on a table and start to dance with ted softly yet surely grinding your body against his as the weekend was playing specifically often by them ted let out heavy breaths anytime your ass grinded against his clothed dick his hands gripping into your hips before jschlatt yells

"Beer pong in the dining hall!!"

You and Ted walk over there and jschaltt hands ted a joint

"Now ted you and y/n better share" he jokes

Ted lights it and takes a deep breath of it handing it to you and you taking a deep breath of it holding it and blowing the smoke in his face he laughs and grabs the joint again, you too go bsck and forth taking hits before the weed finally takes over your brain your knees start to buckle

"Hey jschaltt ima take y/n upstairs her pretty knees ain't working right" he chuckles before picking you up bridal style and bring you upstairs laying you on the bed

***********

Before you can think you grab him by your shirt collar and start to kiss him he starts to kiss back holding your cheeks softly brushing your side peices behind your ears, you pull him closer causing him to stumble and causes him to straddle you you too kiss for awhile you're soon bucking up your hips wanting more,

"Want more m'please ted" you whine trying to get some friction.

"Mmm you sure babydoll" he drunkenly groans

You nod he starts to kiss on your neck bitting and nipping at your sweet spots causing you to moan and gripping onto his shirt, he takes off his shirt and starts to remove your jacket and your shirt messing up your hair he kisses around your bra leaving hickeys from your neck to your tits and removes your bra kissing,sucking,and nipping at your nipples you scratch his back and moan at this your cunt getting soaked at this, he kisses down you until he gets to your stomach that has slight stretch marks

"You are so God damn beautiful-" he growls before until un buttoning your pants and pulling them down with your underwear

"God is everything about you this beautiful?" He questions

Before softly kissing your clit and you letting out a small hiss

He takes off his pants and boxers and let's his cock spring free it's 6inch hard and decently thick the tip blushy

He slides it up and down your folds a few times causing you to throw your head back before he pushes it in and you let out a choked out moan

"F-mm-fuUck" you hazily moan

"That feel good princess?" He groans

"Y-yeah mhm mph" you gutter out

He starts a slow place causing choked and guttered moans from you and slowly starts to go faster

"Fuck fuck fuck" you cry out eyes loling back into your head he softly wraps his hand around your neck squeezing on the sides of your neck lightly causing you to reach your peak

"Fuck ted m'gonna cum m'gnna cu." You mumble out as your eyes fully roll back and your cunt convulses around his cock your legs softly shaking he pulls out after you calm down from your high and strokes his dick a few times before Cumming on your stomach

He gatheres the little bit of cum left on his cock with his finger and shoves it in his mouth swallowing and gets dressed

******

"Hey sweet thing, ima go grab you some water and go find your tote bag I have a small draw of pj's here for when I sleep over here sometimes so I'll go frat those for you then we can cuddle okay" he rants

You just nod not understanding half of the stuff he just muttered out

You lay there muscles feeling sore and still high and tipdy just like ted

Ted's pov

I walk down stairs the party quieting down as many people have left

"Hey is y/n okay??" Jschaltt questions drunkenly "woah wait....did you two fuck-" he says almost in a hurt tone

"Uhhhh yeah-" i states still high and tipsy

"On my bed??" Jschaltt asks grossed out

"No no dude the spare bedroom I usually spend the night in also are my pj's still in there" I hun grabbing her tote bag from the cabinet she hid it in

"Yeah yeah-" he grumbles

I go to the closet and grab a rag and go back to y/n I go to the connected bathroom and run the sink on until the water is warm dampening the cloth and walking to y/n wiping off my cum from her I walk over to the draw pulling out a pair of boxers pajama shorts and a shirt and help her put them on then I change into my own pajamas I get us under the cover and cuddle her as we fall asleep

*time skip*

Y/ns pov

I wake up groaning my body aching terribly I turn over to see ted and memory's come flashing back

"Mmmm goodmorning pretty girl" he hums deeply "there's a water bottle and Tylenol on the bedside table"

"Did we fuck??" I ask not minding if we did I may have a slight thing for ted

"Yeah we did and it was pretty awsome" he laughs running a hand through his hair

"Was it just like a pitty fuck or" I questioned

He softly grabs my face "no not at all y/n if I was sober I'd still have sex with you, if I'm being honest I really like you y/n-" he says

I lean in and he softly kisses me

"But I need you to take that medicine because we have to go back to our own dorms hon" he hums

I take the Tylenol

"So you like me" i say putting on my shoes on

"Yeah" he reply

"So do you wanna be my boyfriend" I nervously ask

"Can i be your boyfriend-" he smiles

"You're so cheesy" I say rolling my eyes

"Let's go back to the dorms y/n" he smiles

#smut requests #crush smut #jschatt #jschlatt smut #jschlatt x reader #schlatt smut #ted nivision smut #ted nivison

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hannahssimblr · 9 months ago

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tagged by @sirianasims

oc deep dive with Jude Turner

What uncommon/common fear do they have? If you ask him, he'll try to convince you it's something stupid like bicycles or his teacher's pinky toe after the time she wore sandals to class and it poked out over the strap, but actually he's afraid of his own thoughts and dying alone. Speaking of, anyone single? Wanna make out for a while?

Do they have any pet peeves? People who take everything so seriously. Painful bores. People who are obsessed with World War 2

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? Rugby boots with mud still in the studs and getting all over the hardwood floor. Charcoal dust and mounds of sketchbooks, three coffee cups he neglected to return to the kitchen two weeks ago.

What do they notice first in a person? Something in their eye that tells him they know how to have fun and get up to trouble. A sense of humour, a nice mouth and teeth.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? 5. Average, baby!

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Flight. Oh things are hard? Brb deleting my socials again. Forgot to text back. Oh? Did you email me? Sorry I've been super busy...

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? It's him and Ivy and their parents really. He's not a family person with regards to his fathers side (they are weird) or his mother's Dublin family. He yearns for the peaceful days at great aunt Maureen's and her four adult children....

What animal represents them best? Monkey.

What is a smell that they dislike? Tequila, Weed, Vomit, in that order.

Have they broken any bones? Of course. He got his hands on a skateboard at 10 and immediately tripped down a flight of concrete steps and shattered his arm bone. Being in a cast was cool though, everyone like, signed it and shit.

How would a stranger likely describe them? Wild, manic, troublesome (words taken directly from parent teacher reports)

Are they a night owl or a morning bird? Surprisingly, a morning person. He got used to being up early to get Ivy ready for school when his mom started going to work at 7:30. He stays up late sometimes, sure, but his inner alarm clock always has him wide awake at 7.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Jude is not picky, he's an eater, but don't come at him with those big, wet, brown mushrooms they give you with your hotel breakfast. Not in a million years. Flavours he loves is broad, so I'll choose his ice cream preferences. Pistachio, sea salt, raspberry, cherry.

Do they have any hobbies? Drawing, rugby, playstation, hanging out with friends.

Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? He is overjoyed! You guys did this for me? Whaaaaat?

Do they like to wear jewelry? Have you seen his cute lil earrings?

Do they have neat or messy handwriting? Neat enough, c'mon, he's an artiste. His pen control is exemplary

What are two emotions they feel the most? Boredom and melancholy (in private only, thanks)

Do they have a favorite fabric? Plain old cotton. None of that poly-whatever shit. He doesn't need to be the yellow-sweat-stains guy.

What kind of accent do they have? The weirdest Dublin/American hybrid. At this stage of the story he's pretty much just an Irish guy who says a couple of vowels in a weird-ish way.

This was fun! I'll tag @lynzishell @elderwisp @earthmoonz @stillgotme @rebouks @daniigh0ul @scrapplesims

#ask game #lucky boy extras

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sidgeno-ficrecs · 1 year ago

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a candle burned by @coricomile

sidgeno (2017, explicit, 3.7k)

It's been a long week- it's been a long season, if Zhenya wants to be honest- and both of them are sharp and irritated. Zhenya's house is big, but he and Sid have always gravitated to one another in some way or another, and it feels like all they've done for weeks is talk hockey or argue. It sparks that nasty, mean place in Zhenya that wants to draw blood.

He'd known three things when he'd come to America: the Penguins needed him, English was a terrible language littered with improbable rules, and Sidney Crosby was a total whack job.

i LOVE the trope where character a is wound so tight he's about to crack, and the best way for him to get out of his own head is for character b to put him down and take him to pieces, and this delicious fic is an absolute top-notch example of it.

something very fun about this fic is it was written less than a month after the penguins won the 2017 stanley cup. the back-to-back was fresh, the victory celebrations were going strong, and the memories of the slogs of those series to get back to the cup hadn't faded yet. and that blue jackets series? whaaaaat a doozy. you can't blame sid for getting worked up and needing a little assistance in calming down.

there are a lot of little details in here that hint at a larger story, a more complex, established relationship, and the glimpses we get—the reference to when it's zhenya that needs this, sid being a terrible boyfriend but zhenya loving him anyway, the way the two of them slide into this like it's an old, familiar routine—are so tantalizing and excellently done.

zhenya's straightforward 'make you cry' sets the scene perfectly. he knows sid, so he knows what sid needs, so he's going to do it—simple as. and sid knows it too, which is why he doesn't put up a fight.

and frankly, why would he?

sid through zhenya's eyes as he falls to pieces is quite the pretty picture. @coricomile's descriptions are gorgeous, intimate and observant, the way a lover views the object of his affection in moments like these, and it's really something special to be in that POV and watch this happen. it's clear zhenya views this as a gift, and takes it seriously.

of course, he gets off on it too. they have a long-familiar relationship, it's clear, but they want each other, with a very real sensuality that can be so, so hard to caption honestly and authentically in fiction. that want bleeds through in every word, and makes this story exponentially sexier than just the smut would make it—and that's already hot as hell on its own.

this isn't the longest fic by any means, but as your read it, you'll be drawn in, immersed in their private life. take some time to get out of your own head with this one; you'll be glad you did!

read it here on ao3!

and don't forget to leave a comment!

#hockey rpf #sidgeno #sidgeno fic rec #hockey fic recs #hockey fic rec #sidgeno fic recs #@coricomile #i'm reconsidering these posting on fridays...i want to make sure they're getting shared so the fics get love and idk if they're being seen!#will have to think about it

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lemmetreatya · 2 years ago

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pt4 jotaro, chocolate buttercream 🤗

💖 VAL’S VALENTINE EVENT 💖

TA-DA! Your Chocolate flavoured Jotaro with Buttercream icing is READY!

Occupation: Childcare worker

"Mr. Kujo!"

With a waddled run, your daughter ran up to the tall tree of a man that was her day carer throughout the mornings. Jotaro only about turned round to call of his name before the small child hung onto his leg, bell-like giggles leaving her mouth.

"Good morning to you too."

He says as he bends down to pick her up and sit her on his hip. Only a few steps behind her, you walk into the establishment with her small pink Ladybug & Cat Noir bag. You hand him the item with a wide smile.

"Can you believe? She literally woke herself up and attempted to get herself ready because she was so eager to come see you."

Exaggerating his expression, Jotaro leaned back as he raised his eyebrows at your daughter.

"Whaaaaat!?"

The young girl giggled as she momentarily hid her face in Jotaro's shoulder. The man took his other hand to pinch her cheek before looking towards you. His eyes intrinsically watched you up and down.

"You look nice today. See you got the office fit on."

You give the man a jokingly warning look before rolling your eyes. He more than anyone was aware that you were lucky enough to work from home most days. Nevertheless, there was a whipped smile on your face.

"Yes, Jotaro. Believe it or not, I do actually go into work every now and then."

Spotting one of her daycare friends, your daughter wiggled within Jotaro's arm to signal she wanted to go down. The man took the hint and wordlessly placed her onto her own two feet. Both of you watch her run off to the other younger girl. You and Jotaro look on with endearing faces as they hug each other hello.

"By the way," You start off with a hushed voice. Jotaro slightly bends himself down so he could engage more personally with you, one of his hands lightly cupping your elbow.

"Her fathers gonna be picking her up today. I don't have him down as an emergency contact so I'm just letting you know."

Jotaro's eyes cautiously scan your face for any give away signs.

"Is that a good or bad thing?"

"That he's picking her up?"

"Mm." He confirms.

You shrug your shoulders, eyes piercing back at his.

"No comment."

Jutting his bottom lip outwards, Jotaro pulls back as he looks over you with an audacious expression.

"Want me to scare him off for you?"

Smirking up at him, you lower your gaze as you match his daring face.

"Whilst that'd be nice, no. He kinda wants to be back in her life again so I can't really deny him that, you know?"

"Sure."

Jotaro takes a long inhale before breathing out noisily. With his lips curled inwards he rocks backwards onto his heels. You don't say much after that, but concerning you hadn't rushed on your way to work yet, Jotaro guesses you had time to spare.

Jotaro folds his hands behind his back. He softly sways into you so that he can bump his hips with yours before asking down at you;

"Do you want him back in your life?"

The question surprises you, especially because of how you didn't expect him to ask such a personal question. All the banter that you shared so far was harmless and superficial at best. But with how Jotaro couldn't even look you in the eyes and how the tips of his ears surged deep red, there was no helping with how you wanted to tease him.

Reaching your hand out, you warmly pat Jotaro square in the middle of his chest.

"Nah. I already got a man around."

Jotaro initially doesn't catch on to what you're saying, his face screwing down at you in perplexity. But once he sees the impudent smile on your face and relishes within the fuzzy feeling that your hand left on his chest, his blush then sinks down to settle over the apple of cheeks.

“Good grief…”

The black haired man turns you round by taking a hold of your shoulders with both hands. A musical laughter leaves your throat as Jotaro jokingly escorts you out of the premises.

"Go! Get to work already." He grumbles, albeit with a smile on his face.

#val’s valentine event #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader

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silkjade · 2 months ago

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Alhaitham cupped your cheeks gently with his half gloved hands as he looked down at you lovingly - and yet seriously.

"Happy 2nd year anniversary to us, my love Jade.", the Scribe left a gentle kiss on your forehead as he began to caress one of your cheeks.

"I am truly lucky to have you by my side. You've made me so happy, and I hope I make you feel the same.", slowly one of his hands wandered down to yours and intertwined them.

"Do you want to go out and eat? I pay.", he looked into your eyes. "Of course, we can do anything else you'd like. As long as I am by your side, I couldn't wish for more. I hope we two will have many more anniversaries in the future."

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WHAAAAAT 💐 NONNIE !!!!

what if i cried !!! receiving this felt so special n i don’t like being soggy T T but he does make me sooo happy does he know that DOES HE KNOW THAT Ajdjdklzm i hate him so much i’m bringing back ceo of alhaitham slander because this makes me sooo soft when i should be a bad bitch but yesss we will go out to eat n he Will pay !! ჱ̒✧•̀ᴗｰ́)੭ (i am not a gold digger these are joint expenses) and yes to more anniversaries OFC but maybe next time as a wedded couple muahaha

#⋆.༦࿑ོ⁺ 𓂃 𝓳𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓶 #TYSM AGAIN LOVE ++ ik you’re boothing for the yume event as well so i hope this did not take up too much of your time T T #from — ꒰ 💐 ꒱#— 𝓪𝓼𝓴𝓼 #𝓲𝓷 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽-𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴𝓮𝓽 ꗃ

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 2 years ago

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Lonan’s got game etc | Moth Work

“I’m not going to stab your ear with a sewing needle,” Lonan said, his voice raspy and low in Harrison’s ear. Lonan kissed the spot he’d just touched, and a jolt of delight wound Harrison like thread.

“You wouldn’t be stabbing it. You’d be piercing it.”

“Stabbing, piercing. Synonyms.”

“I want you to.”

Lonan kissed him again, and again, until they were both breathless and numb with pleasure. Lonan cupped his cheek and re-parted his hair. “After breakfast,” he said.

LONAN DOES WHAT NOW??? P-PARTS HARRISON’S HAIR????? WHAAAAAT

hopeless romantic loser

#I’M SORRY????????#I literally collapsed in a chair LMAO #I know I just read moth work a month ago but holy actual fuck this book is so good #completing the reread as I get my shit together and unpack move into room etc etc lol #let me find this section in the hardback!#HIS VOICE RASPY AND WHAT #oh Christ #I put this scene in seventh virtue actually hahahaha #but yes the lore is that lonan pierces Harrison’s ear! can u believe he didn’t have an earring until 2019 #a friend of mine developed this idea with me! not pals anymore but I’ll never forget how precious that was #if lonan just….. got his shit together………..#(to be fair in feeding habits he DOES but Harrison is now the problem as u all know lmaoooo)

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kaminocasey · 2 years ago

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Bonsoir Chapter 10: Call It Fate, Call It Hope

Summary: Cassia and Gregor wake up next to each other for the first time in over a year.

Pairing: Gregor x OC! Cassia Nu

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI; SMUT, Bathtub sex, handjob, slight angst maybe? P in V, teasing

WC: 4K

Bonsoir Masterlist

A/N: Two Bonsoir chapters over the course of a few days??? Whaaaaat????? (I know I need to work on other things but I had these two in my head nonstop) AGAIN, special thanks to my girl @idlenesses who truly inspires me for this story. I don't know what I did to deserve such support, but you're amazing! <3 Also, I’m thinking about trying something new instead of gifs? What do we think??

TAGLIST FORM

The soft morning glow shines over Cassia’s sleeping frame and Gregor can’t look away. Her breathing is soft and even and she looks so peaceful that he can’t help the tears that spring to his eyes. He’s really home. He found Cassia again. He can rest for now.

Cassia, still asleep, stirs slightly, scooting closer to Gregor and he pauses. They hadn’t hardly touched all night, just held hands in between the two of them, talking about everything under the sun until they fell asleep. What’s even better is that they fell asleep smiling at each other and they both slept better than they had in over a year. But now, Gregor lies awake, unable to stop watching Cassia. He’d half expected to wake back up on Daro.

Cassia stirs a little more, slowly opening her eyes. Still half asleep, and with lidded eyes, she grins at Gregor.

“Good morning.” He moves the hair out of her face and she goes warm under his welcoming touch.

“Good morning.” She murmurs, running her hand across his stomach and then pauses when she realizes what she did. “I’m sorry-”

She goes to move her hand but he grabs it and keeps it there. “Don’t be. It feels good.”

She scoots even closer to Gregor, sliding her leg through his as she rests her head on his chest. “Is this… okay too?”

“Perfect.” He wraps his arm around her and kisses her on the forehead. “Absolutely perfect.”

For just a moment, everything feels okay. Hopeful, even. Something Cassia didn’t realize she’d been lacking in her life. But now, it feels like the clouds in the sky have completely disappeared and the sun is shining down on her again. On them.

Gregor runs his hand up and down her sweater, feeling the material, but also feeling her. He never thought he’d get this chance again.

“I had the book you gave me, you know. With the flower bracelet inside of it…” Gregor murmurs, bringing her hand up to his lips before putting it back where it was on his stomach. “I looked at it every single day.”

Her chest tightens and she looks up at him with hopeful eyes. “I love you, Gregor. I never stopped.”

“I love you…” He sighs, situating himself so that they’re face to face, noses brushing against each other. “I would have understood if you’d moved on… But I had hoped that you would wait for me.”

Cassia cups his face and brushes her lips against his. He pulls her into a tighter embrace, deepening the kiss and she lets out a soft needy whimper, the sound breaking Gregor’s heart. He can tell that she wants him just as much as he wants her.

“I have to admit… As much as I’d love to take you right here…” He whispers against her lips. “I’m still a little nervous.”

“Oh right. Because of your injury?” Cassia smiles, softly.

Gregor chuckles. “Maker, no. Injury or no injury, you could do whatever you wanted to me. I mean… it’s been… a while. I haven’t been intimate with anyone since the last time you and I-”

“It’s okay. Me too.” Cassia admits, quietly.

Gregor would understand if she’d found intimacy in someone else, of course, but the fact that she hadn’t…

“I think maybe I was just always subconsciously holding out hope that you’d find your way back to me.” She brushes her lips against his again.

He rests his forehead against hers. “I’m just sorry it took me so long.”

“Better late than never.” She grins.

A few moments go by before Cassia gets an idea.

“Gregor?” She murmurs.

“Hm?” He looks at her.

“Will you take a bath with me?” She asks, softly.

“That sounds really nice.” He nods.

“Perfect. I’ll be right back.” She kisses him gently before getting up out of the bed, disappearing out of her room and down the short hallway into the fresher.

Gregor lays there, listening to Cassia run the bath and then realizes Wedge probably hasn’t been fed this morning and maybe he can make himself useful by doing that and also making a pot of caf. He gets up and goes to the kitchen, finding Wedge waiting by his food bowl, rather dramatically. “Good morning, Wedge ole boy.” Gregor gets Wedge’s food down, which makes the tooka start meowing wildly. “Still running the place I see.”

Gregor shakes out his food into his bowl and then refills his water bowl with fresh water, leaning down to pet the tooka while he eats. When he gets up and turns to go back to wait for Cassia, he finds her staring at him with stars in her eyes.

“I heard him meowing and came to feed him-” She explains.

“Already done.” Gregor grins. “Along with a fresh pot of caf.”

Cassia remembers the first time she heard Gregor talking to Wedge when he thought she was out of earshot and how she was ready to marry Gregor right then… Now, here he is taking care of Wedge after all this time, and it still makes her want to marry him.

She eagerly pulls Gregor in for a kiss and he wraps his arms around her, sighing against her lips. The need for her hadn’t subsided at all, but it was starting to really make itself known.

“The bath is ready…” Cassia murmurs, feeling his growing length against her.

“Lead the way.” Gregor chuckles.

Cassia leads Gregor to the fresher and shuts the door behind her so that Wedge can’t get in, because unfortunately he does love baths. As she looks at Gregor, he looks down at the warm water filled with bubbles and then back at her, pulling her against him gently. He doesn’t think he’ll ever be able to keep his hands off of her anymore. He gets the feeling that Cassia doesn’t mind one bit, thankfully.

Cassia gently starts at the bottom of Gregor’s shirt and slowly slides it off of his body, being careful of his chest. When she sees the bandages, she can’t help but let out a little gasp.

“It’s not as bad as it looks, I promise. In fact, these bandages could probably come off. One of those rogue clones I was telling you about patched me up pretty good.” He starts to pull off the bandages, and sure enough the bactaspray had basically sealed up the wounds perfectly. “See? All better.”

She nods, her mouth going dry at the sight of him shirtless again. “Good…”

Gregor’s hands slide down to Cassia’s sweater and she lifts her arms so he can pull it off of her, dropping it to the floor as he takes in the sight of her in just her bra and pants. If he wasn’t completely hard before, he is now. But still, he wants to try to take this slowly. Do it right…

“You’re so… so beautiful.” He murmurs, running his hands across her bare skin and up her back to the clasps of her bra, pausing for her to tell him to stop.

She places a kiss to his chest to let him know she wants this as much as he does. He sighs softly, his eyes fluttering closed for only a moment at the feel of her lips against his skin again. When he opens his eyes, he unclasps Cassia’s bra and she lets it fall to the floor and then slides her pants down, along with her underwear.

He nearly drops to his knees right there. For her.

Cassia slides into the tub first and watches as Gregor slides his own pants down, stepping out of them. She can’t help but notice his hardened length spring to attention and Gregor smirks at her before sliding into the tub, resting against her chest. He hisses at the warmth.

“Sorry, too hot?” She asks, sliding her arms around his chest and her legs around his waist.

“No, it’s perfect. I’m just not used to a bath.” He chuckles, taking her hand and kissing it. “You’re the only thing in this bathtub that’s too hot.”

She lets out a soft laugh. “That’s debatable.”

Cassia trails her hands up and down his chest and he sighs from the pleasure of her skin against his. She grabs her loofa, getting it wet with the bubbles and starts carefully washing his chest. Gregor can’t help the content sigh that escapes his lips and Cassia kisses his neck softly.

“Do you have any idea what you still do to me, even after all this time?” He groans, softly.

“I may have some idea.” She smirks, biting his earlobe, teasingly.

He grips her thigh under the water and pleasure courses through her own veins at the feeling. She tosses the loofa to the end of the tub and rinses off his chest before sliding her hand back down his chest toward the water and he stops her when she gets close to his length.

“Y-you’re sure?” He smiles, resting his head back on her shoulder.

“I am if you are.” She murmurs, tightening her legs around him as she kisses him on the cheek.

He guides her hand down to his hardened length and she eagerly wraps her hand around it. He can’t help the soft groan that escapes his lips and she can’t help the way that the sound goes straight to her own core. Gregor firmly grips her thigh as she slowly starts stroking his cock. Somehow, it feels as if no time has passed.

“F-fuck, Cash…” His curse barely audible as his eyes shut and he buries his face against her neck.

“I’ve got you.” She promises as she pumps his length perfectly, the water softly rippling around them in the tub.

Gregor’s soft moans and whimpers fill the fresher as she starts to speed the stroke on his length with one hand and cards her fingers of her other hand through his hair. He gently grazes his teeth against her neck and runs a hand up into her hair, gripping hard enough that she lets out a needy moan.

“Fuck I missed this.” He groans, his voice full of need. “I missed you.”

“Me too.” She murmurs, tilting his face toward hers so she can crush her lips to his.

The kiss is messy and uncoordinated but they’re so lost in each other that they can’t bring themselves to care. It’s passionate and heated and represents everything that they are.

Gregor can’t help but thrust into her hand, causing water to go splashing everywhere as both of their movements become more desperate against each other.

“Gregor-” She gasps, not being able to wait another minute. “I need you in me… right now.”

In one fluid movement, sending water everywhere again, Gregor switches Cassia spots, pulling her into his lap and she reaches around to line his cock up with her entrance, sinking down onto him immediately. He sits straight up at the welcoming feeling of her pussy choking the life out of his cock. He never thought he’d get to experience this with Cassia again. And the fact that it’s with her causes a lump to form in his throat.

Their lips find each other again, warm breaths against each other's mouth as they both let out needy gasps.

“That’s-” He struggles to find words as she wraps her arms around his neck and starts to slide herself up and down on him. “Maker…”

Their desperation for each other clings to the very air around them as they both lose the words they want to say and just let the feeling of rutting against each other do the talking. Gregor guides Cassia up and down on his cock, gripping her ass so tightly there’s sure to be bruises later. He doesn’t think she’ll mind though.

Gregor sucks a nipple into his mouth and she lets out a soft whimper, continuing to ride him with such exigency that the awkwardness from before is long gone.

When he moves his mouth away from her breast, she catches his lips in an impassioned kiss again and they both groan against each other as Cassia starts to grind against him in the most vehement way that Gregor thinks he may combust.

“Darling, I’m gonna-” The desperation in his tone is obvious.

“In me. Please…” She begs, clenching around him.

With her approval and unable to say another word, Gregor empties himself into her, groaning against her breasts. He lets out a muffled cackle and then starts to apologize but she crushes her lips to his to let him know it’s okay.

“I’ll take you as you are, no matter what.” She murmurs in his ear.

The tears spring to his eyes again and he hugs her against him tighter, eternally grateful for her kindness. Once they come back down from the cloud that’s just beyond Cloud 9, they can’t help the soft giggles that escape their lips as they pepper each other in kisses and run their hands over each other’s bodies.

“If this is a dream… I don’t want to wake up.” He murmurs between kisses.

Cassia hums in agreement before apologetically getting out of the tub. As Gregor follows, he grabs her towel and wraps it around her, rubbing his hands up and down so that she starts to dry off, before grabbing his own.

She can’t help but stare up at him with sanguine eyes and he falls even more in love than he was before. How that’s possible, he may never know.

When they’re both dried off and dressed, Cassia makes a quick breakfast and they sit down to eat.

“Do you want to come down to the store with me today or would you rather rest?” She asks Gregor, placing a foot in his lap. “Please don’t feel like you have to.”

“I’d love to join you.” He grins as he sips his caf in one hand and teases her ankle and calf with the other hand. “I get to see my riduur do what she loves most? Sounds like a perfect day.”

Warmth floods Cassia's face and she grins widely. “Riduur. I never thought I’d be called that ever again…”

Gregor simultaneously gets a euphoric and melancholic feeling. Sadness because he put her through that but joy because she’s happy to be his riduur. He knows he has a lot to make up for.

When they go downstairs to open the store, Cassia flips the open sign and Gregor can’t tear his eyes away from her. After all that he went through, and all that he experienced, he finally gets to be happy. No war. No GAR. No one to tell him what to do. He gets to live his life how he wants. And what he wants is right in front of him.

When Cassia turns around, finding him staring at her, she grins immediately and joins him at the counter, kissing him softly. He backs her up against the counter and lifts her up, settling between her legs, and then deepening the kiss.

“I know what you’re thinking-” She laughs, breathlessly. “And we can’t here.”

“You shouldn’t have worn a dress then…” He teases, leaning in close to her ear, sending goosebumps all over her body.

Maybe that was true. She had settled on a pink long sleeved dress that went to her midthigh and with how Gregor has her now, it's revealing maybe just a little too much. He slides his strong warm hands up her calves, settling on her thighs, inching the dress up just a little further.

“Plus… you didn’t get to finish. So I have a lot of making up to do.” He teases his fingers even closer to her panties and her eyes flutter shut. “Tell me to stop and I will…”

Instead of telling him to stop, Cassia crushes her lips to his and he slides a finger closer to her clothed warmth, teasing her folds ever so softly, making her let out a needy sigh. It’s like being together in a new relationship all over again but also feeling like they’ve been together forever. Seemingly not being able to get enough of each other, yet the familiarity is that of an old married couple. They wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I don’t want you to stop.” She pants against his lips, chest heaving with need. “I need you.”

Before he can slide his finger around her underwear and through her slick folds like’s craving to do, the door bells jingle and Gregor and Cassia quickly separate so that Cassia can greet the person coming in.

“Hello, welcome to-” Cassia starts, with a soft blush tinting her cheeks, but then gets a strange sense of deja vu when the cloaked figure takes his hood down, revealing a familiar clone. “Stone?”

Immediately, every scenario of why Stone could be here goes through Cassia’s mind. They Coruscant Guard know that she took Joc back. They’re hunting her down right now. She’ll have to leave Coruscant.

“Cassia.” Stone smiles, and then sees Gregor and freezes. “You’re not Dyer.”

“No, I’m not.” Gregor gives Stone a hard stare.

Gregor immediately goes into protective mode. Who is this guy? How does he know Cassia?

“Stone, this my riduur, Gregor. Gregor, this is Commander Stone of the Coruscant Guard.” Cassia introduces the two brothers, trying to keep herself calm and collected. “He’s friends with Dyer and helped me get Aunt Joc back.”

Gregor relaxes just a little bit when Cassia introduces him as her riduur but he’s still on edge. Especially after Order 66. Perhaps he shouldn’t just be sitting out in the open in Cassia’s shop…

“Good to meet you.” Stone smiles, reaching his hand out for Gregor to shake it.

Gregor stares at his hand. “And just why would a Corrie be here?”

“I’ve come to tell Cassia that her aunt’s body has been discovered missing…” Stone starts, making Cassia’s stomach drop. “But, they believe that some Jedi may be responsible.”

“That couldn’t have been sent through Dyer?” Gregor narrows his eyes at the other clone.

Stone chuckles and then looks over at Cassia. “I also wanted to come and see how you were doing.”

Cassia notes Gregor’s out of character, hostile, demeanor and she can’t help but wonder if he’s maybe jealous, something she’s never seen from him before. She places a reassuring hand on his shoulder and when he looks down at her, the tension in his shoulders instantly drains. She can’t help but think that maybe Stone is enjoying this a little too much by the smile on his face.

“Thank you for letting me know.” Cassia tells Stone.

“Sure.” He nods. “I meant it when I said if you needed anything to let me know.”

“I appreciate that.” Cassia nods.

“Well, you know how to get a hold of me.” Stone smiles.

“Oh, wait.” Cassia holds her finger up and then looks up at Gregor. “Mara and Dyer haven’t left yet. Maybe you could put Stone in contact with Rex about his chip?”

Gregor sighs, softly but the way that she’s looking up at him with hopeful eyes, he can’t say no. Plus, he knows it’s the right thing to do, no matter what Stone’s intentions were here.

“I’d be… happy to do that.” Gregor tries to hide his sigh and gives Stone a warning glare that he’s watching him.

Stone puts his hands up in surrender as Gregor steps away to comm Rex or Dyer and steps closer to the counter where Cassia stands.

“So, you also have a clone partner, like your friend.” He leans against the counter and Cassia looks over at Gregor who’s watching her with a soft smile.

“Gregor is… was… a Captain in the 212th with Dyer… We thought he was killed in action… but he went through hell and back to get here.” She explains then looks at Stone again.

“He had something worth fighting for.” Stone winks but then pulls something out of his pocket and slides it across the counter toward her.

A lightsaber. But not just any lightsaber… it’s her Aunt Jocasta’s lightsaber.

“How-” Cassia is speechless.

“I couldn’t stand the thought of you not having it.” Stone smiles kindly and then stands up straight as Gregor approaches. “It’s just something I swiped on my way out. And since I figured I wouldn’t be returning…”

“You’re going AWOL?” Gregor asks.

Cassia is rather relieved to hear that. At least Stone won’t have to risk his life every day with his secrets. Maybe he can find a happy life elsewhere.

“I am. I don’t approve of what this “Empire” is doing…” Stone tells them.

“Well, they’ve not left yet. Dyer said he’ll send you the coordinates of where to meet them.” Gregor tells Stone, more polite this time.

“Thank you.” Stone nods.

Gregor holds his hand out for Stone and Stone grins, taking Gregor’s hand and shaking it. Cassia lets out a soft breath that she’d not even realized she’d been holding in. She’s never seen a jealous Gregor before. It was somehow endearing and displeasing. Stone had done so much and risked so much just to help her. She owed him.

“I’ll be seeing you around.” Stone shakes Cassia’s hand next, giving it an extra squeeze, and then walks out of the store.

When it’s just Cassia and Gregor, she looks up at him with raised eyebrows.

“What?” He tilts his head.

“That was rather rude… before…” She crosses her arms.

Gregor rubs the back of his neck. “I…”

“Was jealous?” She asks. “I may not have the most dating experience, but I can tell that was jealousy.”

He leans against the wall and looks at her. “You’re right. I was.”

“I know.” She smirks and steps closer to him, running her free hand across his waist, and wrapping an arm around him.

He rolls his eyes and wraps his arms around her, kissing her on the forehead. “I wasn’t just jealous, though… After the Order… it’s not safe to be around other clones… We don’t know who was affected and who wasn’t.”

“Well, Stone wasn’t. Like I said, he helped get Joc’s body back.” She rests her head on his chest. “And this…”

She shows Gregor the lightsaber and he stares down at it. “You need to hide that somewhere safe.”

She nods in agreement and goes and hides it in a box behind some books in the store office. When she comes back out, Gregor leans against the counter, looking at her.

“Also… I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for me to just be out in the open like this… I’m afraid if the wrong person sees me, they’ll report me…” He murmurs, apologetically. “But at the same time… I hate the thought of you being here without protection.”

She knows he means if Stone comes back, but he’s right… Cassia has been so caught up in having Gregor back, she didn’t think about the risk factor. Especially if any of the Corries who were under the effect of the Order found out about Cassia being related to Jocasta.

“We’ll clean out the office today and make a place for you to hang out where it’s safe. That way, you’ll be nearby if I need help.” She suggests.

“That sounds like a plan.” He kisses her on the head one last time before she makes herself busy stocking and arranging.

Gregor watches her happily from the open doorway of the office as he helps clean it up, wondering to himself how it’s possible to be this in love with a person. What’s even better is that Cassia feels the exact same way about him, so he considers himself double lucky. He knows that Stone isn’t a threat to his relationship, so he may as well put that out of his mind. But what Gregor still can’t stop thinking about is the lightsaber that Stone gave to Cassia. Wouldn’t it have been better to just throw it out? Why would he give that to her? Next time he sees the AWOL commander, he plans on finding out.

#Bonsoir fic #tbb gregor x oc cassia nu #tbb gregor #OC! Cassia Nu #OC Cassia

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mcx7demonbros · 2 years ago

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A Misunderstanding (Brothers x Klein)

Mini-fic

Warning - suggestive, possessive demons, Solomon getting beat up

“Something’s bad has happened.” Mammon shouted as he rushed into the House of Lamentation. “Very, very bad.” He added.

“Keep your voice down, Mammon. And tell what you want to say in a more calming voice.” Lucifer said, he couldn’t help but thinking what mess Mammon had caused this time.

“How can you be calm in this situation?” Mammon shouted again. “A girl just kissed Klein.”

“WHAAAAAT!?????” In just under a minute, all brothers gathered in the common room.

“Mammon, say it again.” Satan demanded.

“Well, I went to the human world to tempt a certain business man when he was dining in a restaurant in Paris. That was when I spotted Klein, he was with a girl. They seemed to have had a meal together. When I saw them, they were saying goodbye to each other. And the girl KISSED Klein.”

“Surely there must be an explanation to it.” Asmo tried to not sound too anxious and too hysterical.

“Yeah, l-let’s a-ask Klein when he returns.” Levi also tried his best to not sound he was about to collapse.

Suddenly, the big door opened and Klein entered the House.

“Oh, why are all of you here? Are you going to tell me ‘welcome home’?” Klein chuckled.

“Look, the sinner’s back, and not an ounce of repentance.” Belphie looked at Klein and frowned.

“What?”

“Oi, Klein. Did you kiss just a girl at a restaurant in Paris?”

“How do you know that? Wait, you spied on me?”

“That’s not an answer to the question.”

“Ok, it’s yes if you want the answer.”

“Was the girl your relative?”

“No, she’s-.”

Before Klein had the chance to finish his answer, the brothers surrounded him. They thought they had all the information they needed with the word “no”.

“Wait, what are you guys trying to do?”

“Nothing aside from teaching you a memorable lesson, honey.” Asmo’s eyes shone with pink hue.

“So that was the story, ahahaha.” Solomon couldn’t hold his laugh. He was sitting on a chair in Klein’s room, while the Overlord was lying on bed, butt up. And the brothers were kneeling in a Japanese style in a corner of the room.

“Klein said we wouldn’t be allowed to sleep with him for the rest of the month.” Beel said, looking like a kicked puppy.

“Just what do you expect? My kidneys are probably ruined after that…ouch….” Klein tried to lift his body up in order to be heard more easily but it was so painful that he had to lie down again.

“So who was that girl?” Solomon asked.

“She’s my childhood friend. Now she lives in France. Our relationship is just friend, that’s all. It’s a French thing to kiss your friend. Plus she has a boyfriend already. We were just trying to catch up back there…ouch….”

“Ahahaha, so it was a misunderstanding.”

“It was all Mammon’s fault.” Belphie said.

“Huh, why me alone? You guys were in this too.”

“Keep your voice down, Mammon!”

While the brothers were arguing, Solomon walked to Klein.

“What are you trying to do?” Klein became wary.

“Hehe, just something I want to try.” Solomon smiled as he pressed his index finger on Klein’s lower back.

The next moment, the whole House of Lamentation seemed to shake as a piercing painful scream echoed throughout the House.

“So what happened after that?” Diavolo asked with a concerned face. While Barbatos show his disapproval of Solomon’s action, using a little more force than usual when he put the sorcerer’s cup of tea in front of him.

“Needless to say, the brothers all beat me up, including Asmo. I also had the chance to taste Klein’s whip.” Answered Solomon with a swollen face.

“He’s very good at it right?” Diavolo asked while smiling.

“Indeed, Klein’s very good with his whip. He’s a true sadist. I can’t believe he can use it so well while bedridden with a sore back.”

“That’s Klein the Evil Overlord for you.” Diavolo chuckled.

“Young Master, if Mephisto were here, he would come up with a title like Old Man Abused by An Evil Overlord.” Barbatos chuckled.

“AHAHAHA!” This time, Diavolo laughed out loud.

“I don’t think this is a funny matter.” Solomon frowned, but no one could make out the frown from the sorcerer’s swollen face.

Epilogue

“Bonjour, Klein.” Klein’s friend greeted as she intended to place a kiss on Klein’s face.

“No, please don’t. My partners will be jealous.”

“Oh, did they see the kiss and get worked up? I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. Everything worked out in the end.”

“Thanks goodness. I would feel extremely guilty if I ruined your relationship…. Wait, partnerS? Plural?” The girl was completely flabbergasted.

“Well, it’s a long story.” Klein said. “Though I would rather tell you another time.”

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Mr Evershed x Student!reader - ghost

OH. MY. GOSH. WHAAAAAT! Amazing!! Cannot wait for the next part!! 👻 - @the-imitation-blog 💜

Part 7:

When he got in the next day, Mr Evershed sent you off to your lessons, and made his way to his computer, checking his emails in case he received any.

And he read through a few and finally came across one he had gotten yesterday, and he opened it.

Hello Martin,

Thank you for reaching out, I do in fact know the whereabouts of cadet (L/N). He was returned to England after suffering an injury abroad, he is currently in hospital but is able to be discharged in the next three months.

He has been asking about (Y/N), asking when he can see them. We tried to reach out to the parents of them both, but neither responded to our efforts, and the address we had for them was incorrect.

I will personally update him on his young sibling and let him know that they are okay, and where he may find them. With your permission I would like to pass your details along to him so he can contact you himself about this.

Kind regards,

Sargent Issac Wellow.

Mr Evershed quickly replied, and agreed to this.

He wanted to tell you about what he had found, but he wanted to talk to your older brother first, so he could find out what he wanted you to know and what he didn’t.

So he kept it quiet.

He kept a close eye on his emails and his phone over the next few days, and finally your brother texted him.

Thomas updated Mr Evershed on everything he needed to know, asking him not to tell you anything but pass along his number to you.

So he did, and he sat at the dining table at his house, his phone in front of him.

“You have his number?” You asked.

“Yes. I only received it today, Thomas asked me to give it to you.”

“You… you found my brother…?” You asked quietly.

Looking up at your headteacher, you stared at him in pure shock and disbelief.

“I did. I didn’t want to tell you in case I couldn’t, but he’s been asking about you, he’s worried. You should give him a message.”

“I.. my phones dead…”

“That’s okay. Use mine, here.”

Mr Evershed unlocked his phone and handed it to you and you quickly grabbed it, dialling your brothers number and sticking it on speaker.

Mr Evershed got up and left the room to give you some privacy and you listened anxiously as it rang and rang.

“Hello? Martin?”

“Thomas…?”

“(Y/N)? Are you okay? Where are you? Are you safe?”

Tears ran down your face as you looked at the phone and you clicked FaceTime, waiting for him to accept it.

He finally accepted and you balanced the phone up against a cup, wiping your tears with the backs of your hands as you looked at your brother.

He was in his uniform, and he was sat against a plain wall.

“Wheres your phone?”

“It’s dead, it’s charging right now. I miss you Thomas…”

You sniffled a little.

“I miss you too kid. Are you okay? Are you safe?”

You nodded your head.

“Yeah… yeah I’m safe… are you okay?”

Thomas ignored your question.

“Where’s mum and dad? Why are you staying with your headteacher?”

“I.. I don’t know where they are.. I don’t care either. Mr Evershed said he’d look after me until you got home. You’re coming home right?”

He sighed.

“Not for a few more months. I’m sorry. But you’ll stay with Martin right?”

“I want you to come home…”

“I know and I’m sorry. But it’s just another few months and then I’ll be home I promise. But you need to promise me you’ll let Martin look after you, you’ll stay with him and you’ll behave right? He told me about what you’ve been up to. So promise me you’ll do whatever he says (Y/N), and that you’ll let him take care of you.”

You nodded your head, wiping a few more tears.

“Good. He’s a good man, and he’s worried about you, he cares. I think he’ll take good care of you until I can come home.”

You smiled a little.

“He is a good person. He’s a good teacher, I’m so sorry Thomas I know I promised you I wouldn’t do anything stupid…”

“You did what you had to in order to get by. That’s okay, I’m just glad you’re not doing that anymore. Martin said he’ll keep you for as long as needed, I’m just glad you’re safe, I’ve been so worried about you mum and dad never told me anything.”

“Do you still talk to them?”

“Not since talking to your headteacher, I blocked both of them after I found out what was going on. I only kept talking to them for you. Listen I have to go, but when your phone is charged message me, alright?”

You nodded your head.

“Alright, I love you kid. Be safe.”

“I love you too bro. Come home soon.”

He smiled and nodded and hung up and you stared at the phone, sniffling a little bit as you tried to wipe your tears.

Standing up, you picked up the phone and looked around, and you found Mr Evershed upstairs, sitting on the top step and you set his phone next to him, stepping over him to get to the landing.

“(Y/N)?”

He watched you walked towards the room he gave you and he stood up, following you.

You sat on the bed and he stood against the doorway.

“Are you okay?” He asked softly.

You looked up at him, tears streaming down your face.

“He’s.. he’s not coming home yet…”

Mr Evershed gestured to the bed.

“Can I sit next to you?”

You nodded your head and he walked over, taking a seat next to you.

“He’ll be home soon enough, it’ll fly by.” He smiled.

“What.. what if he’s hurt.. or worse…?”

You began crying again and he sighed softly, turning to look at you.

“He’ll be okay. I promise, okay? I promise you he’s going to be okay and he’s going to come home really soon. Don’t worry.”

“I want my brother sir…” you sobbed.

“I know, I know you do. Come here.”

You shook your head and buried your head in your arms, hands balling into your hair as you sobs echoed around the room.

Mr Evershed sighed, reaching out he gently placed his hand on your back.

“I know… and I know it’s not the same but I’m here okay? You’re not going to be alone I promise..” he whispered.

You shook your head and took a small breath.

“You shouldn’t have to take me in Mr Evershed that’s the point. You shouldn’t have to look after me, my parents should. Thomas shouldn’t have to look after me, they should… when the hostel has a room I’ll go back there and I’ll stay this time…”

“I promised Thomas I was going to look after you, and I made you that same promise and I’m going to do that. It is my job to look after you, and even if I don’t have to I will. Thomas is going to come home, and he’s going to look after you too. You’re right, you’re parents should look after you, but you want to know something?”

You nodded and looked up at him and he smiled.

“Sometimes, we’re better off without certain people in our lives. We can grow more, and become the person we want to be without these people. And it hurts, of course it does, but you’re never really alone, alright? You have your brother, and you have me, and your friends.”

You shrugged a little.

“It still hurts…”

“And it will for a while, and I can’t fix that. But I can help you with that. You’re a good person, you’ve made a few wrong choices, we all have. That’s life, but we can change that and learn from the things we’ve done. There’s a lot that you can still do, and be, you just have to understand, that the one person who will love you and support you more than anybody in this world is yourself.”

You looked away.

“I don’t think that’s true…”

“It is. You may not understand that right now, but it is. But you’re not alone (Y/N), you’ll never be alone.”

You frowned a little bit.

“You can’t be sure of that.”

“Maybe not, but, I like to think we’re never truly alone in life. And right now, you’re not alone.”

“I’m living at my headteachers house, under close watch by the police, my parents don’t want me, my brother is god knows where right now. I’m not exactly doing so great, am I?”

He smiled.

“Well, I think you’re doing great given the circumstances you’re in right now. You’re doing a lot better than most would.”

You looked at him.

“You think?”

He smiled and nodded his head.

“Yeah, I do. And I’m proud of you, really. You admitted to your wrongs, and you were willing to fix them. Not many people would do that, you’re not a bad person (Y/N), and that fact that you’re still here, just like you told the police you would be, proves that.”

“I don’t want you to get in trouble…”

“And that’s why I trusted you to take you in. Because I knew you didn’t want to get anyone into trouble. It’s why your an that night, right? So everyone else could get away?”

You slowly nodded your head.

“You care about people, and I think maybe, you could use that for something in the future. But for now, just focus on yourself, and school, and your brother, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Mr Evershed smiled and placed his hand on your head.

“Good, do you want to come downstairs or do you want to stay here?” He asked.

You frowned a little as you tried to think about what you wanted to do.

“Can… can we maybe go for a drive?”

“We can go for a drive. Get your shoes and jacket on and I’ll start the car.”

You smiled and nodded your head and Mr Evershed started his car, sitting in the drivers seat as he waited for you to come out of the house.

His phone chimed and he pulled it from his pocket.

Thomas: thank you for looking after (Y/N). I know sometimes they can be a handful, but they’re just going through a lot. There’s some things I want you to know about them, things that’ll help.

Mr Evershed glanced up and then turned back to look at his phone.

Thomas: they sometimes get angry easily, they don’t mean it. They’ll calm down eventually. They have a hard time accepting people want to help them, they’re stubborn as anything too. They didn’t have much of a childhood, they missed out on a lot. But they’ll do anything for anyone, they love nature and music helps them calm down. They’ll try push you away if you get too close to them, but they’ll do things for you, little things you may not notice, it’s how they show they care.

Mr Evershed heard the front door to his house close and he looked up holding out the house keys as you opened the passenger door.

You looked at him unsure about taking his keys from him.

“Go on.” He said.

You took the keys and walked back over to the door and he turned back to his phone.

Thomas: I’m the only family they’ve ever known, please don’t give up on them Martin, they need to know someone out there supports them.

He quickly replied.

Mr Evershed: I won’t give up on them, I’ll take care of them don’t worry. Thank you for sharing these things with me Thomas.

Mr Evershed put his phone back in his pocket and you climbed into the car, handing him back his keys and he waited until you were ready.

“Is there anywhere you want to go?” He asked.

You shook your head.

“No… not really. I just want to drive around.”

“Then we’ll just drive around.” He smiled.

So that’s what you both did, he just drove around around Ackley with no real destination in mind.

You just wanted to be driven around, and he decided that you needed that, and he was okay to do that for you, because it’s what you needed right now.

It was silent in the car, you were staring out the window, and he was thinking about what your brother had told him.

Your brother wouldn’t be home for a while yet, and from what he knew, Thomas wouldn’t be able to look after you straight away but you didn’t know that yet, he was just hoping when you found out you’d be able to understand that and be okay with that

#Ackley bridge #Ackley bridge x reader #Ackley bridge x you #Ackley bridge imagine #mr evershed #mr Evershed x reader #mr evershed x you #mr Evershed imagine

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sapphireginger · 2 years ago

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Title: Holidate Me - Chapter #2

Pairings: Steo (Stiles Stilinski + Theo Raeken)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Word Count: 5,515

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: None

Square Filled: Fake Dating

Written For: @anyfandomfluffbingo

Summary:

Thea giggles at the pout and then kicks off her shoes by the door. “So, do you live here too?” she asks.

“Me?” Stella says. “Oh, absolutely not. I mean I love the asshole but not enough to live here all the time.”

“And you say I’m rude?” Stiles snarks as he enters with plates, napkins and plastic cups.

When Stiles wakes up in the morning it’s not a gradual thing. No, because Stella doesn’t do gradual.

“Rise and shiiiiiiiine!!!” Stella croons right by his ear.

If Stiles smacks her well it’s his usual flailing and not intentional at all. “Wal się.”

Stella cackles and shakes him. “Come oooooon! You’re going to make us late.”

“Late for whaaaaat?” Stiles groans, rolling over to glare at his twin. It’s probably less intimidating than he means for it to be especially with how she’s snickering.

“We’re meeting your girlfriend and my boyfriend.”

Her tone is dangerous and it’s then that Stiles remembers he left her to the equivalent of mama wolf last night. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Ohhhhhhh,” she says dryly. There’s mischief in her eyes though which spells out trouble with a capital T for him. “Now get up. We have dates to impress. You have ten minutes, or I’ll leave you behind.”

With that she stalks out of the room and Stiles is left with a pounding headache. He could totally text Theo and call it all off right now but just the thought of not seeing—“Wait for me!”

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Stiles is not nervous at all. Nope. No, he is completely chill and cool as a cucumber. Stella is visibly nervous, but heck knows why that is. Still, he’s a good brother and puts his arm around her shoulders.

“Relax, Stella Bell. You’ll love Theo.”

She quirks a brow. “Like you love him?”

Stiles nearly chokes on his tongue. “WHAT?!” he hisses under his breath. “Wha–Wh–Why would you think that I love him!”

“Well, I know you love someone, but the reason I think it’s him is because of that reaction right there,” she says, poking at his pink cheeks. “Not to mention these flushed cheeks.”

“It’s cold.”

“Uh huh,” Stella teases. “Oh sure. It’s only seventy degrees but it’s so coooooold your cheeks are bright red. You’re a lying liar who lies.”

Stiles huffs annoyed as they reach the diner they had decided to meet at instead of the club. He had texted Theo last night around midnight about changing location. He told Theo it was because of needing a less intimate atmosphere but Stiles is man enough to admit even if only to himself that he would have zero, zip, zilch, nada focus if he had to see Theo in tight sexy club clothes. It would be especially excruciating if Stiles couldn’t put his hands on said sexy body. Which obviously he can’t. So, yeah. hence the diner date.

They will still go to the Omega Sapphire Club but the conversation they’re planning to have would be best held here for a multitude of reasons. So, here they are.

Stiles paused at the window. “They’re here.”

Stella follows his gaze and sucks in a breath. “Jasna cholera!” Her eyes are wide as she surveys their dates.

“They’re two damn good looking people, aren’t they?” Stiles asks although he already knows the answer and well his eyes are on Theo. He should feel guilty that he has no attraction to Thea. He does think she’s gorgeous but in this case she’s just not who he wants even if he was straight or bi. Perhaps the attraction will happen on its own. She truly is gorgeous and maybe they can make it work. He can’t have Theo. So...“Come on. Let’s stop ogling them before they notice us doing just that.”

“But—” Stella starts.

Stiles shakes his head and squeezes her hand as he opens the door of the diner.

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“Hey guys!” Theo calls out.

Stella’s eyes flick from Thea to Theo and back again. She doesn’t miss the way Theo looks right at her brother before her. However, that could just be because they know each other already. “Hey!” she calls back.

The four of them are quick to get situated in the booth. Somehow the girls end up on the inside and the guys on the outside. Stiles is next to Thea and Stella is next to Theo.

No one says anything at first, each of them avoiding looking at everyone else.

“So, dates,” Stiles blurts out.

Theo snickers and a fond smile forms on his face before he squashes it down.

“What about dates?” Thea asks, her eyes on Stiles.

Stiles gulps at having her attention on him. She’s basically a female version of Theo. Stiles gets a look from his sister in response to his expression which he quickly schools. He is sort of glad Stella already knows he’s gay. Otherwise, this might be a bit more uncomfortable especially if she thought he was bi. That wouldn’t be as bad as her thinking he was straight though.

It’s definitely uncomfortable if you consider that he likes Theo–maybe loves Theo–and figures that with it being unrequited he can date Thea and not have to worry about falling for her. So yeah, uncomfortable but it could be worse. “So, uh our matka wants to see us settled down with kids or whatever and neither Stella nor I have anyone yet. I ran into Theo at the club while my sister and I were there and it got me thinking that well, we can date each other’s siblings and then stage some breakup after the holidays or something.”

Theo scoffs. “Yeah, that’ll be totally believable.” He crosses his arms and unknowingly slides his leg against Stiles’s.

Said man squeaks hiding it by clearing his throat.

Theo quirks a brow. “So that’s it? Just say we’re dating and then hold it over until after the New Year at which point, we stage an epic break up?”

“Well, you don’t have to sound so enthusiastic,” Stiles snaps and then looks down.

Stella’s arm stretches across the table to snag her brother’s hand. “Hey,” she whispers, trying to catch his gaze, which of course the stubborn idiot doesn’t grant her. “Mieczysław?”

Stiles pouts at her, finally looking up. “Don’t call me that, Miroslawa.”

The Raeken twins exchange a look and then Thea kicks her brother with zero subtlety. When he winces and glares at her, she uses her head to gesture at Stiles while mouthing, ‘Fix this.’

With a soft sigh and a slight bit of guilt, Theo grabs his straw pulling the wrapper all the way to one end so it’s a tight coil. Then he sets it on a napkin, dips the straw in his soda and plugs one end with his finger. With a smirk at Stiles who is now watching him, he lets a couple drops hit the straw wrapper making it uncurl like a worm.

The girls stare and when their brothers start laughing, they are both relieved and further bemused.

“I didn’t think you remembered that,” Stiles says softly and neither girl misses the affection in his eyes.

Theo shrugs a shoulder and his mouth twitches into a half smile. “I remember everything you’ve shown me.”

Stiles ducks his head and clears his throat. “Same.”

Stella is dying to read her twin’s mind right now. She has half a mind to suggest they just pair up and let Stella pair up with Thea. Then again, that probably wouldn’t work. Stiles is as stubborn as she is. Stella can tell he is trying to make something work here to keep their mom happy. So maybe he thinks this arrangement is the best solution. Was that why he got upset earlier about her saying he’s in love with Theo? Shit.

“Well, I think it’s a great idea. We’ll just set up some dates this week and that gives us time to settle into our relationships until we’re comfortable,” Thea says, and her smile is directed at Stiles.

Said man smiles shyly back and offers his hand, which she takes without hesitation. Then amber eyes meet blue eyes across the table. “So? What do you say Theo?”

With three sets of imploring eyes on him, Theo can only nod his ascent. He’s conflicted not just because of his own feelings but because he knows Stiles is gay. It’s what makes this even more frustrating and confusing for him. However, even if he would rather the pairings be different or not do it at all, he’ll work with what he has. After all, he’s missed Stiles and if it takes dating Stella to be near Stiles then so be it.

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After lunch, they exchange phone numbers and set up a group chat. Theo pulls his bag out and hands Stiles a box. “Here,” he says.

Stiles takes it with a soft ‘oomph’ and blinks rapidly. “What’s this?”

Theo shrugs nonchalantly. “You wanted the books. Those are the books.”

“Books?!” Stiles exclaims. His eyes are wide and so full of hope that Theo nearly loses the carefully calm demeanor he has managed to uphold so far. The desire to kiss Stiles is overwhelming. “Your books?!” Stiles asks with a grin.

“Yes. Mine. I signed them and they’re all brand spanking new.”

Stiles throws himself at Theo hugging the air out of his lungs and sighs happily. He absolutely does not–totally does–inhale deeply at the appearance of Theo’s cologne. “Thank you,” he whispers.

Theo swallows and nods. “Welcome.” He pulls back thinking to himself, ‘Anything for you.’

There’s a round of farewells as Stiles clings to his gift as if afraid someone will steal them away. He shoots a soft fond smile at Theo as he walks the other direction with Stella.

Until tomorrow, the two sets of twins part ways. Stella links her arm with her brother’s, careful not to disturb the books and lays her head on his shoulder. She can feel how tense he is even with the joy of getting Theo’s books. “Miecz?” she whispers.

“Mm?”

“I know you’re gay which is why I thought…” she trails off. “You were upset earlier when I talked about you loving him. Why?”

Stiles startles and stills at the question, glancing at her sideways. “I uh—” He gets cut off by the blaring of Stella’s ringtone.

“Shit!” she curses and answers. “Stella Stilinski speaking.”

Sighing, Stiles gets the car started, buckling his books in the middle seat and waits for his sister to finish her call. He expects he’ll have to drop her off, not that he minds in the least. For now, his mind wanders to Theo and Thea and the lead weight in his stomach. Sure, this was his idea but that doesn’t mean he’s as thrilled about it as he attempts to appear.

The car door opens and closes as Stella gets in. “So, I hate to ask but…” she trails off.

Stiles chuckles and shakes his head. “No worries. Where to?” he asks as he pulls away from the curb.

“Work please, młodszy brat.”

“As you wish, Stella Bell,” he replies as they head downtown. Stiles is actually relieved in a way that he didn’t have to tell her his preference. He knows he will eventually, most likely sooner rather than later but for now, he doesn’t want to worry about it. There are other things to focus on, like the four dates they have planned this week. Each of them is planning one date and he has to figure out how in the hell he’s going to keep whatever feelings he has for Theo a secret.

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Theo scuffs his shoe against the sidewalk as he walks home. Thea is right next to him, and he can feel her gaze boring into him. That doesn’t mean he’s going to answer whatever questions she has.

“Theo?” she says. “What’s up with you?”

“What do you mean?”

She huffs. “You were so excited to go see them and now you’re sulking.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Theo says with a frown.

“Is it Stiles? Did something happen? Is it Stella? You’re bisexual Theo so it can’t be that. What’s—”

Theo stops in his tracks and turns to face her. “You have to swear you won’t say a word to anyone.”

Thea swallows and nods. Her twin is rarely so serious. “I swear.” She crosses her heart for good measure.

“I love Stiles.” Without waiting for her to reply he continues walking.

Thea’s mind is spinning with even more questions. However, the only thing that comes out of her mouth is: “WHAT?!”

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The first date is the following afternoon and Stella chooses to go laser tagging. The other three are absolutely down for it. Stiles decides to wear something nice even if it’s just a simple date and not some fancy thing like the club or dinner. He’s got on a black long sleeved shirt that’s tight in all the right places as well as dark blue jeans that do the same, especially to his assets. His glasses are replaced with contacts for today and he misses the pout on Theo’s face when the glasses are not part of his look.

Stella has on skinny jeans, a hoodie and Nike tennis shoes, with her hair in a high ponytail. Thea is in jean shorts, a plain white t-shirt with a plaid long sleeved shirt over it, tennis shoes and her hair is in a side fishtail braid over her shoulder. Last but not least, Theo is in ripped black skinny jeans, dark blue converse, and a dark blue long sleeved Henley that Thea shoved him into saying it makes his eyes pop. He of course misses the way Stiles gives him an elevator gaze from head to toe and back up again.

When it comes time to team up it’s Stella and Theo against Thea and Stiles. While the guys miss the looks from each other when they think the other isn’t looking, neither girl misses those looks at all. In fact, they give each other a look that says their brothers are the least subtle idiots in love they’ve ever seen, not to mention oblivious as fuck. With a wink, Thea heads into the course leaving a flustered Stella to follow after with red cheeks.

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It is safe to say that Stiles doesn’t like the dark but at least in here he doesn’t have to see how good Theo looks. Although it was probably a bad idea to try and get away from the group as he’s a bit turned around now. “Ah!” he cries out and slams into the wall with a groan. “Ow.”

A shadow comes closer and stops in front of him. For a moment Stiles thinks it’s Theo but it’s Thea. “Wow. Uncoordinated much?” she says teasingly and helps him up.

“Yeah, that’s me. Newborn fawn here.”

Thea giggles. “Well come on then, Bambi. We have a match to win.” She takes his hand and drags him back into the fray.

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbles without heat as they sneak towards the unsuspecting players.

“Why not?” she says just as softly. “I think it’s cute.”

Stiles blushes and is glad she can’t see it. “You’re cute,” he mumbles petulantly. He’s unwilling to voice that he only lets Theo call him Bambi.

Thea’s snickers are barely audible, but she elbows him. “I know. Aren’t you sweet,” she coos and then fires off two shots snagging both Stella and Theo before dragging Stiles towards the finish line.

Amber eyes widen in surprise as they exit, and he realizes they won. “Holy shiitake mushrooms.”

“You’re welcome,” Thea says with a smile.

“Uhhh…” he says dumbly. “Yeah. Uh thanks. You hardly needed my help at all.” He looks at the laser gun with a pout.

Although Thea is gay herself, she can acknowledge how kissable his lips are. As she hears her brother and Stella getting closer, she leans in and kisses Stiles’s cheek just as they come into view.

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Theo can’t believe Stiles won. He’s not surprised his sister caught him and Stella but how the heck did Stiles—Thea is kissing him? Theo stills mid stride, his eyes widening.

Stella stops next to him and looks at him in confusion. “Theo? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he says as Thea smirks at him from her place next to Stiles. He keeps walking, pointedly ignoring when she laces her fingers with Stiles’s fingers.

“Congratulations guys!” Stella says, shaking off the weird mood Theo seems to be in and high fives both Thea and Stiles. “So, who’s hungry?”

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Two days later they go out for date number two out of four. This time it’s Theo’s turn and he asked for an extra day to make sure he could secure what he was wanting to do. Sure enough, he could and the four of them ended up on a boat to Ellis Island. Despite sitting next to Stella like he was supposed to as her boyfriend, Theo couldn’t take his eyes off of Stiles’s bright smile. Of course, if asked, Theo will deny choosing this date because Stiles would love it. That’s not true. Nope. That’s not true at all.

The four adults walk side by side in pairs as they explore the island. Stiles is going on about the history of the place and Theo is enraptured by him. Stella is watching him with a calculating expression so very like Stiles it’s a tad eerie.

When Theo realizes she’s staring at him staring at Stiles he ducks his head and clears his throat softly. “So, are you a history buff too?”

Stella quirks a brow. “No. That’s Miecz’s love. Well, one of them anyway. I prefer literature.” She watches as Theo’s gaze wanders to Stiles again and smiles. “You know what we should do?”

“Hm?” Theo says with a brow quirked in question.

“Hold hands.”

Theo freezes and his cheeks flush. “Sure.”

Stella laces their fingers together and pitches her voice low so only Theo can hear her. “You’re really obvious but it’s okay. My brother is an oblivious man when it comes to love, but I have a feeling if we work together, we can figure out a way to get you what you want.”

“And what do you think I want?” he whispers.

“I know what you want and he’s looking our way.”

Theo unconsciously squeezes her hand in surprise when he discovers that Stiles is in fact looking at them. However, the look isn’t one Theo’s seen before. It’s like a mixture between happy and disappointed and jealous. Happy, Theo gets because it would seem that he and Stella are getting along well but disappointed and jealous? Neither of those makes sense to him.

Before Thea is able to realize Stiles is distracted or either Stella or Theo gets a word out, Stiles is back to his explanation of the local history. It leaves Theo with something to think about and a plan to text Stella later about what she has in mind for getting them both what they want. He also should probably ask what it is that she wants.

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Their third date ends up being less active. It’s Thea’s request that they all get together and have a movie night with pizza, popcorn, candy and snuggles.

[Stiles’s Styles] We can use my place.

[Thea-Bee] Really? That would be legit!

[Stella Bell] Such a generous offer, big bro.

[Theo-Bear] Send the address. I call doing candy.

[Stella Bell] I’ve got the soda and popcorn.

[Thea-Bee] I’ll take care of the movies!

[Stiles’s Styles] I’ve got the pizza.

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Stiles smoothes his hands down his chest to get rid of any wrinkles, though it’s pretty obvious there aren’t any. Plus, it’s just a long-sleeved red shirt, not some fancy button up and they’re not going anywhere. So, it shouldn’t matter how he looks.

Long fingers adjust black rimmed glasses and then Stiles heads to the kitchen on bare feet with his sweats hanging low on his hips. A glance at the clock tells him everyone will be here in a half hour. At least, Theo and Thea will be, but Stella is already here. Her purposefully off key singing has been the soundtrack to his entire afternoon.

“Hurry up!” he calls out and pushes his sleeves up. “They’ll be here soon.” He listens as the water shuts off and then winces when he gets smack in the back of the head a couple of minutes later. “Hey!” he snaps.

A murderous looking Stella glares at him. “Don’t rush me. I have to look perfect.”

Stiles scowls. “Why? It’s just a movie night. I’m sure Theo is already very impressed with you by now.”

Stella’s lips thin and she nearly screams in frustration. Instead, she settles for throwing her hands up and stalking towards the guest room.

The tension is ridiculous and throws Stiles off kilter. He doesn’t get to dwell on it long. They have only twenty minutes left until the Raeken twins arrive.

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Theo has never seen Stiles’s place. So, when Thea just stands there staring in shock, he doesn't blame her one bit.

“He freaking lives here?” she exclaims. “This place is amazing and like just how rich is he?”

Theo shrugs. “I don’t know.”

His sister spins to face him. “You don’t know?”

“Nope.”

“How can you not know? You told me he’s like your best friend.”

“Was,” Theo says. “He was my best friend and my roommate. Then he got an offer and he left. So, I’m not exactly the most up to date person when it comes to his life.”

Thea’s expression turns guilty, and her eyes seem to fill with understanding. “Oh,” she says softly. “Well then good thing we’re doing this, huh? You can get your best friend back. Right?”

Theo doesn't want to talk about it anymore and simply heads inside. It’s a lavish building indeed and he can’t help but frown at the ostentatious decor. Theo remembers an apartment with one bedroom that had two twin beds that they’d push together to make one. He remembers sharing that bed with him and when it was winter, they’d snuggle together to keep warm under the covers.

Theo remembers a lumpy couch that only the two of them knew just how to sit on just right, so they were both completely comfy. Theo thinks about the small kitchen with barely room for one person and the way they still seemed to easily maneuver around each other to cook. He thinks about the way one of them would brush their teeth while the other showered to save time.

There are so many memories swirling around his mind right now of the best time of his life. Despite the small space they had to work with, they capitalized on every single square inch and made it work. They had made it work for years. It was so fucking domestic and if he’s honest with himself, Theo misses it.

The elevator doors open on the penthouse floor and Thea has to shove him out when Theo is too shocked to move. “So not only is he living in a ridiculously expensive building, but he also rents the top floor?”

“I—” Theo starts but stops when his twin knocks on the oak door. “You could always ask him. I don’t know him like I used to.”

Not more than a minute later, Stiles opens the door and gestures for them to come inside. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

The Raeken twins snort at the statement and Theo speaks. “Humble is one way of putting it.” He wears a teasing smile to soften the statement, but Stiles isn’t looking at him.

“Ha,” Stiles says as he closes and locks the door. “Hilarious. Remind me why you aren’t touring for your comedy show?”

“It’s in the works.”

Thea scoffs. “As if you’d sell any tickets. No offense brother of mine but I don’t think anyone is up for a whole set of snarky, sarcastic and sassy jokes told by an asshole.”

Stiles snorts. “You might not be but plenty of us–of people I mean would enjoy that immensely.” With a quirked brow Stiles passes them and heads into the kitchen.

Blue eyes follow the sway of Stiles’s hips as he goes, and Theo is being so obvious it hurts but he can’t help it. Stiles looks so fucking good right now. He always looks good but—“Damn,” Theo breathes.

“Right?!” Stella says as she walks over to him and Thea. “Welcome to the Stilinski Penthouse. We make dreams come true!” she sings out.

“Dziwak,” Stiles calls from the kitchen.

Stella pouts. “Taki niegrzeczny!”

Thea giggles at the pout and then kicks off her shoes by the door. “So, do you live here too?” she asks.

“Me?” Stella says. “Oh, absolutely not. I mean I love the asshole but not enough to live here all the time.”

“And you say I’m rude?” Stiles snarks as he enters with plates, napkins and plastic cups. When he sees the two guests are still standing in the walkway he huffs. “Come on. Mi casa is su casa. Kick off the shoes and take a seat.”

Theo kicks off his shoes and smirks. “Where are we taking the seat?”

Stiles snorts. “On a date. You had better treat her right, too.” Any response Theo could’ve given is cut off when a phone on the table vibrates. “Oh! That's probably Carly. I’ll be right back.” He darts out the door.

“Well, this is very interesting, totally not awkward or anything,” Thea says, making Theo chuckle.

“You’ll get used to it. Stiles keeps things interesting. You’ll certainly never be bored.”

Stella gives him a knowing look that Thea doesn’t see.

Theo blushes as he plops onto the couch. “So, now what?” Theo asks.

“Well,” Stella says. “We don’t have much left to do besides get the movie started.”

Thea nods. “I brought Nerve and Noises Off.”

“Oh sick!” Stella says. “So good.”

“Right?!” Thea exclaims excitedly.

Theo clears his throat before the girls get too engrossed in the movies. “So, who’s Carly?”

He gets a smirk from Stella and a confused look from his sister but Stella answers anyway. “She’s a friend of my brother’s.”

“Does Stiles own this place?” Thea asks while Theo mulls over the way Stella emphasized and said the word friend.

Stella shrugs one shoulder. “I’m not sure. Stiles is private about his finances and things, but I wouldn't be surprised if he did. You’ll have to ask him.”

The door opens and Stiles flies in with three pizza boxes and a sheepish expression as the door shuts loudly behind him. “Sorry!”

Theo hops up to help him and absolutely does not—totally does—shudder at the warmth when their hands brush. “What did you do, run back up here?” he teases, loving the pink blush that spreads across pale mole spotted cheeks.

“No,” Stiles says and steps around Theo with two of the boxes. He misses the choked off groan from Theo when he bends down to set the boxes on the coffee table. “So, what did I miss?”

Thea smiles. “Nothing much. We wondered who Carly is and then I asked if you own this place.”

Stiles chuckles. “Carly is a friend. She’s a junior in high school and does part time at my favorite pizza place for extra cash. She’s the best they have, and I always tip her really well. So, whenever she brings the pizza, I make sure to have face to face time with her. It’s to make her feel less like an errand girl and more like a person.”

Stella smirks. “Not to mention what you’re doing for her schooling.”

“Oh hush,” he snaps without heat as he gets ice for their glasses. “That’s nothing.”

“What’s nothing?” Thea asks curiously.

“Not a word, Miroslawa.” Stiles calls out from the kitchen just as Stella opens her mouth to answer.

Stella sighs dramatically. “Fine.”

Theo tilts his head. “Well, what about this place? Do you own it?”

Stiles sets the ice down and rolls his shoulders, adjusting his glasses. “Define place.”

“This apartment?”

“Oh,” Stiles says. “Yeah. I own the penthouse.”

Something about the way he says it, makes Theo press a bit more. “Do you own more than just the penthouse?”

Stiles curses Theo under his breath at how well the man is still able to read him. “Yes.”

Thea perks up, intrigued. “What else?”

“Oh, just you know the building,” Stiles replies, offhandedly, averting his gaze.

“THE BUILDING?!” the other three shriek.

With flaming cheeks Stiles nods and flips open the pizza boxes. “Who’s hungry?” he asks, hoping to heck that they don’t ask anything else.

They seem to take the hint and eagerly dig into the steamy cheesy goodness as Thea gets the movie cued up.

It’s supposed to be date night, but it doesn't feel like a date at all. Somehow over the course of the first movie, Stiles has ended up with his head on Theo’s shoulder and Stella has ended up with her legs in Thea’s lap. Stiles wants to punch something as this is not at all working out how he planned, and he worries what’ll happen if they can’t pull it off.

By the time the second movie ends all four of them are passed out, unaware that they are snuggling but not with their date. Instead, they are snuggling with the one who during the day, they won’t admit they love.

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Friday comes and Stiles is the last to plan a date. He is still trying to get over the embarrassment he felt when he woke up with his head on Theo’s chest and their legs intertwined after Thea’s date night choice. It had been perfect until he realized he couldn’t have it. Stiles knows Theo is bisexual, but he doesn’t see anything to give him hope that there’s a mutual desire between them.

When he sends his idea to the chat, he gets a unanimous agreement. So here they are at the New York Aquarium in Brooklyn, New York. If Stiles chose it because he knows how much Theo loves the ocean, then that is between him and himself. Obviously, it was a total coincidence and not at all planned or thought out ahead of time. No sir.

Throughout their time at the aquarium, Theo can’t help but admire Stiles’s face in the darkness, lit up by only the glow of the jellyfish. Stiles can’t help but feel out of breath when he sees the way Theo’s eyes shimmer with excitement at the shark exhibit. Not to mention the childlike glee on his face when they see the otters.

Stella and Thea are hanging back a bit and if anyone were paying attention to the group of four, they would come to one conclusion. The two girls are together, and the two guys are together. People aren’t stupid nor are they blind. So, the sisters put their heads together and talk about the way their brothers look at each other when the other isn’t looking. They have to get them to see what Thea and Stella clearly see. How they will do that however, they have no idea.

The gift shop offers a variety of stuffed animals and souvenirs. Stiles gets a jellyfish and buys Theo an otter. Thea gets a dolphin and buys Stella a shark. None of them voices the oddness of their purchases given the planned outcome versus what the outcome should be.

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Saturday morning, Theo and Thea get a text from Stiles.

[Stiles’s Styles] The Stilinski family wishes to invite you to celebrate Christmas Eve with our family. We hope you will be there and look forward to celebrating with you!

Theo grins and replies back.

[Theo-Bear] We’ll be there.

[Thea-Bee] Definitely. Just tell us the address, time and what to bring!

With the invitation for the Raekens to join the Stilinski Family for Christmas Eve it is decided that the Raekens would extend an invitation for the Stilinskis to join them on Christmas Day Evening.

[Thumper] Will you come?

[Bambi] Wouldn’t miss it.

[Thumper] Good. See you then.

[Bambi] Yeah. See you. :)

Theo sighs happily and flops back on his bed. The thought of spending two full evenings with the man he loves is more than he can bear. If only Stiles knew how Theo felt, they could stop pretending to date each other’s sisters and instead date each other. He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah right.”

“What’s right?” Thea says, peeking into his room.

“Just daydreaming of what ifs. That’s all.”

She wants to ask, he can tell, but she just nods and gestures over her shoulder. “Help me pick a dress for the party.”

Theo quirks a brow. “I didn’t hear a please.”

“Would you please help me? Asshole.”

“Ouch. You wound me sister dearest but fear not, I will indeed offer you my aid in this endeavor.” He hops up off the bed and strides out of the room. “I know just the dress.”

If Theo latches onto this opportunity with a bit of overenthusiasm, that’s only because this way he won’t focus on what ifs, wishes, hopes and dreams, especially ones with no hope of coming true.

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allthebettertobiteyouwith · 1 month ago

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a little instigator ??? Me ??? I mean i don’t know what you mean, sir hehe. I totally wouldn’t bend over to give you a view of my ass every chance I had or arch my back a little more than usual when grabbing something in front of me. Oh what a shaaaame that once you get unbearably needy in the near future you’re gonna take it all out on me. Just keeping me as your pet, huh?

And nooo I want YOU so bad wolfie. Need you to feel how wet I am and wind up making me suck your strap. It’s so frustrating (and hot) that we can’t just be with each other right now making out while I grind against you and make you lose your composure until you wanna out me in my place. Collaring me after you spank me (if you’re into that) and feeling how wet I get on your thigh. Ugh thinking about you makes me all needy again I need to grind on you sir <3 need you breeding me

Alsooooo I’ve been trying to send lowkey mating signals for you to find my account and I think it finally worked lol!! I’m like come get me handsome so eventually I can send you ass pics if I ever got the confidence (whaaaaat who said that)

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Puppyyy!!! I missed you <333

I was gonna say other things but I feel like you'll go "whattt??? meee??? nooo" until i run out of appropriate things to say fghghj. Since you want me to ogle you so bad, well who am i to decline? Wonder how you'd tense up a little in surprise when you feel my hand groping your ass.

Distance is the worst!!! I need you sucking my strap and moaning into my mouth, like yesterday. I know you'd make it way too distracting and difficult for me to do anything other than bending you over n breeding you and I'd love every second of it. Spanking you for being such a tease and cupping your face n telling you how handsome you look wearing nothing but your collar <3

and yep! I picked up on the signals finally fghghj the last post you rbed from me gave it away cause i recognized the way you usually type hehe

#im also unfortunately sick but its not too bad rn. i have too much going on later to skip college today dfghgh #🧟 anon <3 #love letters💌

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orangemoonxworks · 2 months ago

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COR REGNUM // DIVERGE, VOL. 0 MARCH OF THE FOOLS, PART I — X WRITTEN BY: Naude Lucem -------------------------------------------------

There was a long and narrow alley behind the Seventh District Infirmary with a tall chain fence on the opposite side, and a canal that stretched out to the ocean nearby. It was also connected to the city’s underground waterways. Blaine, who was lazily leaning against the Infirmary’s back wall, watched as a few seagulls flew over. Blaine briefly closed his eyes and relaxed his breath, listening to the swishing water from the canal, and the subtle rumblings of the district. Unfortunately, that brief bit of peace was cut short. Ava pushed open the double doors nearby then stepped outside. She looked to the side, spotting Blaine who didn’t bother to look back, keeping his gaze on the sky instead.

“Ah, so you’ve finally come to check up on me.” Blaine said sarcastically with a smirk. “You don’t know how happy that makes me.”

Ava stood beside him, taking off her fox mask and breathing in relief as the wind brushed her sweaty face. “You’re as chipper as ever. And here I was hoping you’d broken a leg or something.”

“Whaaaaat? That’s a harsh thing to say to someone – especially when that someone is your one and only friend.”

“That you consider yourself my only friend says more about you than me.” Ava shot back.

“It does? That’s interesting considering that out of everyone in this realm I’m the only one who actually knows you.” Blaine turned his neck then gazed into her eyes. He softly tapped her left shoulder. “And I’m the only one who knows how to push your buttons.”

Ava’s shoulders twitched and, although she didn’t directly return his gaze, her narrowed eyes and annoyed half-smile said enough. “Oh, really? Please tell me what these imaginary buttons are.”

Blaine’s smirk readily transformed into a sly and mischievous grin. He wasted no time and went straight for the jugular. “For one, you don’t have any other friends. The other Grandmasters are too tight-assed and stubborn to foster real relationships with anyone. Your Guardians love, fear, and respect you too much to even entertain the thought of getting close to you, which is understandable. And then, of course, being a person of your status, you can’t afford to let yourself relax lest you risk that mask you’ve carefully crafted over the years slipping off.”

He continued, his words digging deeper. “And then there’s the fact that you spend most of your time secluded in that dark and gloomy chamber with hardly any human contact. It’s gotten to a point where even I’m starting to worry. Not to mention, you’re always grumpy as hell and quick to snap. It’s such a shame. I really miss the days when you were –”

Ava’s clenched fist slammed onto the top of his head, knocking his hat to the side.

Unbothered by the sudden strike and her angry death stare, he fixed it then smirked and chuckled. “Pushed a button, didn’t I?”

“Oh, shut up!” Ava raised her voice then jammed a finger into his cheek. “You don’t know what you’re talking about! I’ll let you know that despite how busy I am, I’m not some sad and reclusive loner! In fact, contrary to what you think you know, I have plenty of –”

“Plenty of what?” Blaine grinned, moving closer to her face while cupping his right cheek. “Go on. Tell me. I’m giddy with anticipation.”

Ava clenched her teeth and balled her fists, but the burning will to hit him upside the head again quickly went away. He spoke the unfortunate truth. She couldn’t even strike back.

Sighing in total defeat, Ava turned away then folded her arms. “Never mind. Jerk.”

Blaine let out a small laugh. “You asked for it.”

“Anyway,” Ava said, rolling her eyes. “I read your report.”

“Hmph. Changing the subject so soon, are we? And here I was having fun.”

Ava’s right hand twitched and nearly on instinct almost summoned her keyblade. Luckily, she managed to restrain herself choosing to ball her fists so tightly her veins bulged and replied, “If you’d like, I can make it so that your leg is actually broken.”

“Ah, there’s the Ava I’m familiar with.” Blaine teased for the last time then moved on. “Without those students and my apprentices taking that damned thing out, we probably would’ve had another catastrophe on our hands.”

“This scourge was significantly smaller than the one in the Second District, thankfully. As much as I despise Aced, he does have a point. The fact that your apprentices were able to deal with that Shadow Titan, and that the scourge seemed to be peculiarly fixed on a certain area within the campus grounds is odd in and of itself.”

“Agreed. Most of the areas outside the academy were hardly affected. A few straggling shadows and minor damages here and there, but that was it. The darkness wasn’t as strong this time.”

“It was strong enough to corrupt a few people’s aether. Some more than others.” Ava said, thinking of Amica and remembering the dark blotches that plagued her skin.

“That’s to be expected when you’re exposed to that much darkness, but that’s beside the point.” Blaine said then briefly closed his eyes, sighing out of annoyance. “Although it pains me to say this since I don’t like the two-faced bastard, you and that leprechaun might be onto something.”

Ava chuckled but immediately stopped herself, clearing her throat. Blaine smiled.

“Hmph. Made you laugh, huh?”

“Shut it.” She told him. “Look, I don’t want to jump to conclusions. There’s a lot we’ll have to consider before we can get to a point where we can confidently prove anything. With the way things are going now, we can’t afford to just throw out baseless assumptions lest we have a repeat of today’s mess of gathering.”

“Hmm? Trouble in paradise? Huh, that’s not the least bit surprising. I’m sure that leprechaun had something to do with that. Tch.” Blaine said, gently scratching his neck. “About the scourge’s inception point, have any idea why it suddenly popped up in Fountain Plaza of all places?”

“The only thing I can think of is that plaza is at the heart of Union Cross. Like I said before, the radius of scourge was smaller than usual and the only areas that were affected were within the campus grounds. What’s strange is that the scourge didn’t progress far beyond its inception unlike the previous ones. It’s almost as if it was purposefully kept there.”

“Hmm. That lines up with what I saw.”

“And that Shadow Titan…it was slightly different than the others. The ones we’ve encountered so far haven’t exhibited any kind of intelligence or power beyond their beastly nature. But this one…it could manipulate gravity and was able to gather massive amounts of aether effortlessly. And not only that but it blended all of that aether with darkness creating something similar to a Unified Force.” She paused, briefly pressing a finger to her lips. “Only an experienced and masterful Guardian would be able to do that and even then, it’d take more than one on that level.”

“Lauriam must’ve caught on to that then.” Blaine said. “He and Ephemer fired off a Unified Force and obliterated the Titan. But what’s more intriguing is that the Titan even had the brains to create something similar to that.”

“The real question, again, is why that Titan destroyed the Fountain Plaza at all. It’s a bit too calculated for a usually primitive and mindless beast – almost as if it was targeting something or, better yet, searching for something.”

“Hmm. Is there anything important concealed within the Academia? Maybe something the Founder might’ve left behind?”

“You know I can’t share that information with you.”

“All right. It’s something to think about though.” Blaine said then, after a brief pause, turned to face her. “While we’re on the subject, have you ever heard of a Shadow than can talk? Like, they can fully speak human language.”

Ava’s right brown raised. “Huh?? Where’s this coming from??”

“Just curious is all. With all the weird shit that’s been happening recently, coming across a Shadow that can talk at some point isn’t too far-fetched of a possibility.” He explained.

Ava thought to herself for a moment then spoke up, “Hmm. Now that you’ve mentioned it, I do remember reading something about Shadows that could emulate humans. It was in one of the texts the Master suggested we read back when were under his apprenticeship, but it wasn’t something that was seriously required so I didn’t look too deeply into it.”

“So, that type of Shadow exists?”

“From what I can remember from the text, they did at one point. They were extremely powerful and nearly brought the Worlds Beyond to ruin. The Master was able to deal with them but that came at a great cost as you’d imagine. This was presumably before he built this realm. I’d like to say that I doubt we’ll ever run into Shadows like that, but everything evolves with time – the same goes for the darkness.”

Blaine stared off aimlessly while stroking his chin. “Hmm. You don’t say…”

Ava’s eyes narrowed. “I know that look. You asked that question for a reason.”

“I already told you – I’m just curious.” Blaine said then turned to her again speaking in assurance, “Trust me, if I ever come across one of those Shadows, you’ll be the first to know – well, assuming if the one telling you is really me.”

“Uh huh…” Ava was unconvinced.

“Have I ever given you any reason to doubt me?”

Ava looked at him for a bit longer, staring deeply into his silver-colored eyes with their mutual gaze unfazed by the tension, then let out a long and breathy sigh. “I guess not. But if there is something and you’re not telling me, you know I can’t overlook that.”

“I understand, Ms. Foreteller.”

Blaine pushed himself off the wall. He stretched his arms, twisting his wrists while flexing and curling his fingers, then groaned in relief as his joints popped. He then turned to Ava, looking over his shoulder. “Whelp! Break time’s over. Same for you, right?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” She stepped away from the wall and brushed off the back of her robe. “This was just a minor detour. Once I get back to the chamber, there are…some arrangements I have to take care of.”

Realizing what she meant, Blaine’s eyes dimmed and rose toward the sky. “Right. Hmph. It’s never easy, is it – having to be the bearer of that, and then taking responsibility for it, knowing there was nothing you could’ve done.”

Ava raised her head to the sky as well, a somber and despondent look in her eyes.

“No. It isn’t.” -------------------------------------------------

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