#ashers snippets

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN BESTIE TRICK OR TREAT

i have decided to come to your door outfitted as the amazing celeste ✨

WHY, HELLO THERE ARA :D WHAT A LOVELY COSTUME YOU HAVE ON

i choose....treat! and for your treat you shall have the official start to power doesn't guarantee glory/memories of a world long gone

The ruins were beautiful: pillars and arches reaching up into the clouds, the broken stone bridge standing tall as a reminder of the world that once was, with the vast blue sky and hormonal teenagers standing as a reminder of the world that now is.

[bassguitarinablackt-shirt]

ayyy thanks for the tag!

He grinned, not a smile- a grin. Jesse has no idea how people think of fifteen year olds as innocent, they're all little goblins who take joy in causing suffering.

"Here goes nothing..." He whispered to no one but himself. As he gripped the doorknob with one hand he felt Jackie grab his other, the door opened with a creak. Something felt off as he walked in, he ignored it.

Affection swelled in his chest for his two sleeping friends. There was no guarantee they wouldnt leave but right here, in this moment, they were there. (And maybe that's enough)

He blinked his eyes open, as light entered his eyes he felt a sense of wrongness. Everything about this place was wrong. The walls were white instead of the cedar brown he was used to, Corvus was happily sitting in his cage like always, Arty's bed wasn't where it should be; it wasn't there at all.

I was five when I found the girl who I would call my sister. It was a nice day in Valerine county, the sun was bright but it wasn't too hot, there was a nice breeze rolling through the town. I was roaming the streets, looking for someone nice enough to give me food, or perhaps a merchant who left their stall unattended. Just then, I spotted someone; a girl only about a few years older than me, she had straight brown hair that was falling down her shoulders, more importantly she was carrying a basket of apples.

"Well, how does it taste? Is it good? Too sweet, too bitter, too hot?" Nathalie asked, far too excited if you ask Orion, who resided in the kitchen. He, much like his sister, could not actually enjoy any of the tea or sweets prepared, so he decided to relax with a book after helping Nathalie get everything ready.

Loving you is the only thing I ever did right or maybe, even that too was wrong. Perhaps letting you into my life was the worst mistake I've ever made.

Honestly not sure how i feel about these but they're not the worst ive written?

Tagging @clearcloudlesssky @sneebl @imslowlydisintegrating @sm-writes-chaos @fire-but-ashes-too @enne-uni @the-teen-writer (no pressure!)

Seven Snippets, Seven People Tag Game

Thank you so much for the tag @awleeofficial! This is a new one for me too ahaha

Rules: Post seven snippets and tag seven people!

I will use seven different WIPs!

Love and Other Lies

It's the dawn, and Ryn likes to believe that he rises with the sun, akin to the way a morning glory blossoms under the sunlight.

Blood Moon

The breeze blows softly outside, bringing with it the subtle scent of autumnal spice. Outside Julienne Toussaint’s open window, the midday sun beats down on the falling leaves stricken with lush gold, vibrant red, dull orange and crisp brown, making them seem to glow.

Cherry Blossoms (a short story)

“I love the nature here,” Angel smiled, eyes sparkling as they skated across the landscape surrounding them. “I get to tend to everything here, and it’s so beautiful to create luscious life out of nothing but a few tiny seeds.” He looks down at the hands clasped in his lap, fair eyelashes casting pale shadows along his cheekbones. “I love my plants. They are what’s left of my family.”

Troubled Waters

"Sometimes, when one walks along the thin line where the ocean rises up to meet soft sand, it's possible to hear a soft singing. It's said that the souls of heartbroken people are forever trapped in these waters. Sometimes the singing turns into wailing, broken noises showing pain, for the mermaids cannot cry."

Dynasty

“Love,” the warlock had told me, fixing me with his bright crimson irises, “love is the most powerful and most dangerous force to have existed. Love has killed more than every disease combined. Mortals will do crazy, unspeakable things in the name of love.” 

Part of Your World (a fic collab with @faceglitchsworld)

The island of Crescent-Moon is a delightful place to grow up. With turquoise waters hugging its banks and an intricate village filled with generous people, there is a place for everybody on the island, or at least that’s how Teresa feels. 

Creatures of the Night (a vampire fic I'm working on)

“Want to go out for a bite?” he says, a seductive smirk playing upon his lips. His crimson eyes burn into her, gaze resting near the hollow of her neck, and for a second, she's not entirely sure he’s talking about food.

These kind of suck I'm so sorry but I can't think of anything else that's newer that I've written.

I'll tag @dancinginsepia, @worldsfromhoney, @ashfordlabs, @bassguitarinablackt-shirt, @ko0l-k1dd0, @holdmyteaplease and @briannaswords only if you want!

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test comic page based on a scene from Hearts and Spades ♥️

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I’m a simple girl…I see Quinn with the Shaw pack & Sam n Darlin smut and I immediately had to send an ask🥰🥰

Hello Lovely anon! Thank you so much for the ask :))

I actually started writing the Sam/Darlin fic MONTHS ago and then we got a new Sam BA that was, almost, the exact same as my fic lol so i did end up having to start re-writing it! I won’t post an excerpt simply because I don’t know if you’re a minor or not, but I can tell you it involves Darlin working on Sam’s car and will be posted here when finished, for the 18+ folks!

As for the Quinn fic. It is an alternate version of how things could have gone down, focussing more on the blood bond and how the Shaw pack could use it to their advantage. It’ll include most things that Quinn fics do so expect a lot of hurt-comfort and some bad-ass fighting from the wolves and listeners!

It’s already pretty long and a multi-chapter fic so I’ll be posting it chapter by chapter once complete but I’ll share a snippet below <3

CW: heated discussion, mention of hunt’s and potential death

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The Yule Ball

Another bell another class, and Asher was eager to get out. The entire lesson he was yawning and blonking sleep from his eyes as he fought to stay awake and pay attention. Usually he'd love to sit in Professor Shahs class, but after an entire night of hunting down ashwinders and poachers after curfew, he was beat. Almost a year after Harlow and Rookwood were taken down, and still followers persisted. As the boy gathered his papers snd slung them into his bag, footsteps rapidly approached behind him. Then an excited calling of his name was heard.

"Asher!" A farmiliarly boisterous voice called from behind him. As Asher turned around, he jumped and yelped as none other than Garreth Weasley and Leander Prewett approached him, Leander more calmly than his other. Garreth stopped with a halt, his shoes screeching against the marble flooring. He slung his freckled arm around Asher shoulder and shook him frantically. "Are you excited?! Well of course you're excited, it' the yule!"

Asher reached out and grabbed at Garreth to get him to stop. "The- The what...?" Asher croaked out, holding a hand to his head in an attempt to cease the dizziness that was caused by the sleep deprivation combining with the shaking.

"The yule ball." Leander piped up, putting a hand on Garreths shoulder in a helpful attempt to get Garreth to stop shaking the poor boy. Garreth stepped back and let Asher go, flashing an apologetic yet charming smile. Leander began again, "The yule ball in an event that is meant to take place along the Tri Wizard Tournament. There's music, dancing, good company-"

"And girls!" Garreth interjected. Leander sighed like a dissapointed mother.

"Yes, and girls. Don't see why that's the most important bit." Leander bit the inside of his cheek.

"Oh- Well uhm- I don't know, guys... I don't think it would be much of my thing..." Asher tried to find some excuse, a way to get his friends to let it go, but Garreth wasn't having it. Garreth was the energy in the trio. He was always bright and sunny, while Leander was more cool and collected, if a bit emotional at times. The boisterous young man sprang into action, grabbing Ashers hand and pulling his towards the doorway.

"No way you're getting out of this! You spend so much time outside the castle! You need to work on your game!" Garreth argued, a sly smile on his face as he dragged the poor Asher out of the classroom.

"Garreth! Don't pull on him like that! You're going to pull his shoulder out of his socket." Leander followed closely, the two now talking loudly with eachother. Garreth vouching for Ashers lack of charisma, and Leander arguing that he needed to let Asher hand go and let him walk on his own.

"Guys! H-Hold on I- Slow down!" Ashers crying out was futile as he was dragged hopelessly out to the courtyard by Garreth to find him a suitable girl to go with to the ball.

Little did they know, none of the girls would compare to the one person Asher actually wanted to ask...

[no-more-tales-tavern]

Rough gif starters 10A Keyleth thought she could end the conflict before it could begin. She should have prepared more or not come alone. Now her body and mind were about to be another conquest for Asher, and she would not be the last before he was done. (@heroes-den)

Rough Sex Gifs: 10A

Keyleth felt the breath forced from her lungs in a sudden gasp, the firm and steady smack of hips against her ass making her whole body shudder and buck in place. Her hands pressed into the soft ground under her, bracing herself against the assault, while her gaze remained fixed on the shattered remains of her staff laying before her.

She had failed.

She had come here with the bold and heroic purpose of stamping out the rising coup and defeating their leader, yet he’d possessed power and skill she had not been prepared for. The fight, if it could be called that, had been swift, and within moments she found herself disarmed, disrobed, and shoved down into the ground.

A hand suddenly gripped tight to one of the large handlers of her headdress and she gasped as she was jerked backwards, her head arching up. Her breath caught in her chest again, and she found herself moaning as the hand’s mate smacked across her rear—her lips parting in a desperate cry of pleasure, her nails digging into the soft loam as she felt herself overwhelmed.

“So much for the wise and powerful leader of the Ashari~” Asher, the fallen aasimar conqueror, smirked down at her, pulling her back until she was pressed against his chest, her wild gaze tilted up to stare into his face. “Nothing but a helpless little whore, now, aren’t you~?”

Keyleth gasped and panted at his ruthless thrusts—her eyes were wide and wild as she stared up at him, heart pounding in her chest—but as her lips parted in reply, she felt them twist into a lewd smile, and felt the words tumble unbidden from her lips.

“Y-Yes~ yes~! Ah~! I’m your whore~! I’m your whore~! Fuck me, master~ fuck your helpless little whore more~!!”

The fallen Aasimar chuckled darkly at her lustful plea and immediately crashed his lips to hers, silencing her as he lifted her off the ground against his chest. His hips seemed to jackhammer more wildly into her plump and pillowy ass, intent on giving his new slave exactly what she craved—while the former Ashari leader felt herself melt more and more into the passionate desire for the man ruining her so good.

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“It wouldn’t have happened in the first place if you actually tried to listen to us for once in your life!” his father roared. 

“Yeah, right. Because you know me well enough to give useful advice.”

“We are your parents!” his mother screamed. 

“Wow, congratulations! Do you want a fucking medal?”

The scene is really intense, and lowkey uncomfortable to write lmao, but this is kinda funny.

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Seven Snippets （￣︶￣）↗　

EEE THANKIE SMMM @scribbbelle FOR THE TAG!!!

((this made me realize how many WIPS i have which is acc kinda fun cause ive been stuck on one in particular HDIJKHDKJDHD))

Rodger smirked before clearing his throat, “Hey uhm.. Why did you protect me?” He watched as Asher’s face went slightly pink, “Mm… I just… don't get me wong, you're a shitty shitty person, but uh..I think iit’s fucked up that he’d lay a hand on you.” Asher couldn't tell if it was the concussion or if he could see the tip of Rodger’s ears flush a dark pink. He decided to push it away for now.

His legs shook as he slowly lowered himself onto the edge of the bathtub, gently cleaning it all with a wipe. The pain.was.exruciating. By the end of it all, Charlie was sobbing crying. He missed Teddy. He wanted Teddy to look after his wounds. He wanted him to cook him dinner, to hug him and tell him everything was going to be okay. He bit down hard onto his hand, trying to muffle the next sob. Get over it get over it get over it-

“Useless mutt!” Alicia growled Jack into the back of the car. Jack only yelp and sobbed harder, his throat burning from all the crying. Alicia slammed the door before storming into the front seat. A whimper escaped from the back of Jack’s throat, hot tears streaming down his face. He didn’t mean to be bold, he really didn't.

Jack gently guided Asher to lay his head against his lap, Asher looked up at Jack through long eyelashes, looking up as he admired his lover. Jack smiled back. The silence between them is comforting. Jack cupped Asher’s cheek, gently brushing his thumb back and forth along Asher’s cheek bone, feeling him lean into the touch as he smiled.

Asher clenched his fists, attempting to keep his breathing normal. “Oh, what's wrong, puppy…angry?” Asher couldn't hold back a growl, feeling the anger burn in his chest like small fireworks. “Come on, show me what you’re made of,” Antonio challenged. That was all Asher needed to jump to his feet and sent a right hook to Antonio’s face, engines roaring.

Reuben chuckled, “Oh, I bet. I know you train your pets well!” Alicia beamed and ruffled Jack’s hair, “Oh, I do, but this one? Like an angel dropped from the sky! By far my favourite one!” Jack felt his face slightly blush, hoping nobody noticed. But, of course, they did. Alicia chucked, carding her sharp nails through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. Jack instantly melted into the touch, letting out a hum of content.

At this point, Asher's mind was somewhere, a tear rolled down his cheek as he blinked once. Rodger's eyes never left him for a second, watching the boy break beneath him. The boy's chest rising and falling shakily, blood seaping through his shirt. Rodger's eyes then moved down to the whip in his hand, maybe he had gone too far...

tagging: -NO PRESSURE AT ALLLL!!!! <3-

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Fight Little Wolf from Epic the Musical but it’s Imp! Alexis mocking Imp! Milo before Imp! Asher showed up

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🚨Onyx Storm Spoilers🚨

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My initial thoughts and theories:

1) Naolin is venin (possibly the head venin), which means Sloane developed her siphon signet to be his balance.

2) Dain has a second signet. I don’t know why or how, but he does, and it will be one of the big six that is meant to be the balance to a dark wielder. Either that or he can develop his memory reading to be a full blown inntinsic. Sloane said he has too much power, so there is definitely something more there.

3) Sloane has a second signet too (obviously).

4) Violet is going to pull some Inception stuff next book. Maybe even dream walk with day dreams (she possibly already has)?

5) Bodhi turned venin, which meant there was no one left from their family to rule Tyrrendor, which is why Xaden married Violet and made her the Duchess before he took off. Obviously Violet did this willingly, but made Imogen take her memories of it, probably to keep it all secret and/or to not deal with the emotional pain.

6) Garrick is missing because he is stealing the dragon eggs that they need to make the deal with that one isle to get another army.

7) Berwyn is a dream walker, so Violet developed that as her second signet to be the balance to him (although I do think there is more to her second signet than what we initially know or think).

8) Melgren might actually be venin, which is why Aaric developed precognition (to be his balance).

9) Violet might be pregnant and carrying the heir of Tyrrendor. Theophanie said she reeked of his kin. She got dizzy and felt weird a lot in this book.

10) No clue how this would tie in, but could Lilith have had an affair? We see in the snippets at the beginning of the chapters that she was angry with Asher for taking Violet to be dedicated at the temple and she said she might not ever be able to forgive him, and then we also see her unsent correspondence that doesn’t have a stated recipient and doesn’t address anyone by name, but simply as “my love”. Weird. (Could just be her writing him letters after he died as a sort of outlet for her.)

11) Lilith knew someone who turned venin and sought to cure them. That’s why she was asking if there was a cure. Maybe she knew what really happened with Naolin (or at least part of it) and wanted to cure him for Brennan’s sake?

12) Theophabie implied that she had faced Lilith before, right?

13) Violet could still communicate and somewhat wield at times on the isles because she was bonded to Andarna and as the other irids said, Andarna IS magic.

14) The closer the isles get to the island of the irids, the more magic they have.

(I know I had more, but I can’t remember now. I should’ve taken notes while reading.)

[aimedis]

STILL MAD AT ME, SWEETHEART? - MILO GREER/SWEETHEART

i said i'd write a fanfic from @stupd000 's post milo “you still mad at me?” greer sooo here it is. this is more of a drabble though 😭

(this one's for you @annahxredaxted 🫵)

cw - aftermath of an argument, snippet of the argument as well, tooth-rotting fluff, milo being milo

wc - 0.5k

Sweetheart rouses back to the waking world to the feeling of a hand cupping their cheek. Their eyes squeeze together before they flutter open slightly to see Milo standing in front of them.

"Sweetheart... hey," He whispers, an ever-present smile on his face.

They hum, closing their eyes again, "Good morning.."

Milo grins even wider, "Good morning. Sleep well?"

Sweetheart makes a noncommittal noise and they shift away from the edge of the bed, patting the pillow Milo would've been sleeping on had he not been on an overnight security gig.

Milo doesn't hesitate to slide into bed with his mate, having already changed into pyjamas. He doesn't move to hold onto them as he usually would, trying to tread carefully after last night's argument.

Milo sighs into the phone, "Listen to me, Sweetheart, it's literally not that big of a deal."

Sweetheart's voice comes in frustrated, "Yes it is, asshole. You always do this."

Milo scoffs, "No, it's not and I do not."

Sweetheart groans, "Yes it is. And you always say you don't."

"I do not!"

"You do! You don't have to cover for everyone all the time."

"Damn hypocrite. Seriously, do you hear yourself speak sometimes?"

They huff, "This isn't fucking about me, Milo. I'm just asking you to relax. This is the fifth time."

He raises an eyebrow, "And when I tell you to do the same thing, I'm in the wrong?"

"That's different-"

Milo laughs humorlessly, "It's fucking not, Sweetheart, and you know it. Stop acting high and mighty and go to sleep already," He raises his voice slightly against his better judgement, "You're being so difficult."

Sweetheart goes quiet for a moment on the other line.

Asher gives Milo a worried look, going to open his mouth when Milo waves him off.

"You're so damn annoying, Milo, you know that?" Sweetheart grumbles.

Milo sighs again, "Yeah, I know, you too. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

They breathe a hollow laugh, "I know. I don't wanna fight on the phone. Come home safely, okay?"

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too."

However, Sweetheart reaches over to wrap their arms around him, their eyes still closed.

"You're so damn far.." They pout.

Milo hums, a smile still playing on his lips as he wraps his arms around their waist, "My bad, baby. You still mad at me?"

Sweetheart opens their eyes to look at their mate.

He looks beautiful, as he always does. The sun that filters through the curtains settles on his face and reflects off his eyes, making him look angelic. And his hair is messy from how he continuously runs his hands through it when he doesn't sleep enough. Even with the subtle bags under his eyes, he looks gorgeous. As much as Milo loves getting dressed up to the nines, Sweetheart has a special appreciation for a less put-together Milo. A Milo that's a little more comfortable breaking down and being vulnerable. A Milo that only they get to see.

"Furious..." they whisper even as they get lost in his eyes.

Still, Milo laughs, leaning forward to kiss their forehead, "I'll make it up to you, I promise."

"Just keep your ass in bed," Sweetheart says as they snuggle closer to him, pressing their face into his chest.

"Ohhh yeah?" He smirks, "What are we gonna do in bed, huh-?"

"Go to sleep, Greer."

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blah blah milo sweetheart asher mention eyeroll eyeroll kiss innuendo sweetheart baby milo werewolf cuddles greer mwah mwah i love you sleep and post

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Darlin’ nightmare snippet

Here’s a lil snippet I wrote about Darlin’s dreams. I don’t think this’ll turn into a full fic, it’s a very nebulous idea. Inspired by some convos with @romirola, my redacted writing bestie 💗.

The dream was always the same. You, shifted, panting, teeth bared against a threat. Something invisible, something haunting, something looming over you from all directions. You, turning, prowling, herding pack behind you, trying desperately to guard them on all sides. Sometimes it was David or Asher or Milo. Worse, sometimes it was their mates. Sometimes it was all of them, the whole pack, huddled together and helpless.

Sometimes it was just Sam, staring at you with those wide, silver eyes. Waiting. Expectant.

Sometimes you won. It felt like a game of cat and mouse, and sometimes you caught whatever was hunting them between your teeth. The crunch of it, the hot tang of blood in your throat, the weight of success drawing you back down to peaceful sleep. It was all so fucking satisfying.

Sometimes you lost. You never got hurt. It was always them. You’d turn to find Asher missing, you’d hear Milo’s scream somewhere unseen. You’d find David, his brick wall of a body broken down and twisted at your feet. You’d watch the pack snatched away one by one into the darkness around you. David’s little mate torn into pieces. Asher’s mate calling your name, crying out for you as their voice died along with them. The dark, dead eyes of Milo’s mate staring back at you.

You always had to watch, your legs stiff and unmoving, as it (whatever it was, you could never really see) consumed Sam. You watched every painful twist of his face, every splatter of blood, every dying gasp as he was snuffed out in front of you.

He always knew when the dream went that way. He said your heart rate tipped him off, but you thought it had something to do with the mate bond. There was no tangible, provable magic behind it, but you knew better. David’s mate had called you a half hour before Milo did on the night of the E&E, swearing that in their core they knew something was horribly wrong. Asher’s mate had doubled over in pain at one point, gasping out that Asher was dead, that they knew it, that they couldn’t bear it. You’d only find out later that that moment had aligned almost perfectly with Asher’s meeting with a particular shade.

So it wasn’t outside of the realm of possibility that Sam’s core reacted to your distress, even if it was in a way he couldn’t articulate. He’s gently pull you towards him, wake you slowly, softly, murmuring comforts into the junction of your neck and shoulder.

You’d told him about the dreams eventually, mapped out the variations. He listened to intently, nodding and not interrupting as you spoke.

“I just don’t know who I’m protecting them all from.” You sighed, pushing your hair back from your face. Sam contemplated it for a moment. That was something you appreciate about Sam. He chose his words carefully.

“What is it that Carl Jung says?” He finally asked. “‘Everybody in your dreams is you.’”

[notwritinganyflufftoday]

Snippet Sunday

Yesterday was a bit of a crazy ride, I wrote 5k and with that I finished the first draft (excluding the epilogue). So yeah, I had plenty of material to choose from, but I think I found a pretty good snip.

Finally they arrive in what Sasha can only assume is the centrepiece of Wigand's whole operation. A grand hall with a podium backed with tall floor to ceiling glass windows, like swords raised to the sky. Sasha has to arch up his head to see how far they go.

They are at least thirty metres tall and depict a scene of a large army carrying weapons and blood red banners.

And then things move very fast, as Faro gets herded towards the podium and Sasha gets taken to the side of the hall, where there are doorways leading to hallways further into the fortress.

Before he gets pushed through the door by Liberty, he sees Faro glancing back at him, his mouth moves.

Sasha has never been the best at lip-reading but if he's interpreted Faro's word correctly, then his dearest companion is rather cruel.

"Trust me."

Of course he trusts Faro. He hasn't always trusted him, but by now he hoped Faro knew that he did unconditionally.

Taglist: @eatinghemlocks, @foxgloves-garden, @sarandipitywrites, @northwyrm, @trixierosewrites,

@walkman-cat, @asher-writes, @seastarblue, @aloeverawrites, @firesidefantasy

@tracle0, @thelaughingstag, @ravenekrops, @frantheram

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Each option will come with a snippet/short story and drawing about the topic.

[grilledcheezy92]

@gremlin-writes-angst had some thoughts on Brother's Best Friend AU Asher x Darlin and I got bit by the bug again.

Just some snippets of a WIP that probably won't turn into more

Hope you enjoy~

"You deserve better."

"You're just jealous that I'm getting dicked down."

"As if." It made his stomach turn to hear them talk like that. Like all they were good for was their body and the pleasure it could give someone else.

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"BECAUSE I'M IN LOVE WITH YOU. GOD WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?"

"You-" half a breath that could have been a scoff or a laugh. "You don't mean that. You can't mean that. Not that way. Right? You- you mean like a brother, Ash, right?" They were laughing at him. He'd just spilled his guts in word vomit at their feet and their laughter was coming in short little gasps.

He didn't answer, gaze skirting over their head.

Their laughter died off and he forced himself to keep his gaze up as he felt their hands on him, snaking up and around his neck, pressing themself to him, he almost melted feeling their lips against his jaw, the corner of his mouth. He could have given in, could have claimed their lips with his own, held their face like it was made to fit into his hands alone. He almost parted his lips, feeling their teeth graze against them. But then they breathed words against his skin

"I love you too." And he couldn't do it. He's seen this from the outside too many times.

Asher carefully, gently unhooked their arms from around the back of his neck and placed his hands on the sides of their rib cage to push them away.

"Don't do this," he said, barely above a whisper. "You can't play me like you do with everyone else."

"Asher?" He shook his head and stepped back.

"I've gotta go."

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"You know the reason you hide it from David. You can't even admit it to yourself and I'm lowkey kind of sick of watching it."

Asher turned away, trying to leave so his heart would stop breaking watching the tears streaming down their face.

"What happened to 'Because you're David's best friend'? I need you for real and you're just abandoning me? Because you can't fuck me?" That hadn't come out right. Both of them knew it.

"That is not-"

Neither of them had seen David until his fist was in Asher's face. Nor had they ever seen this level of anger rolling off him.

"Fuck."

"Shit." Asher Talbot could take a punch, but his best friend was strong and he'd never been on the receiving end of a serious hit. He was sure his face looked like a bloody mess.

"David, it's not- I swear-" Asher's face hurt more every second as he tried to stutter through an explanation.

"Get the fuck out of my face. And don't come back."

"David, please let me-" but he wasn't bothering to listen.

"I trusted you." David didn't need to raise his voice to make them both flinch.

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Legacy of gods head cannons: Kiss the Villain

Gareth

- Gareth and Killian used to be really close before the whole mouse incident (FUCK ASHER)

- Like Gareth would let Kill sleep with him at night if he had a nightmere or would just fall asleep while playing lego or gaming together

- Like Gareth used to be Killians role model with how he always took care of him

- Like all older siblings he felt the need to care for his younger brother, that forced him to mature pretty quickly compared to others

- He kept trying to take care and protect Kill after the whole incident but since he kept distancing him from him, they both drifted apart and while kill developed a resentment towards him, gareth believed he deserved it and that he failed as an older sibling

- Due to his image of being the golden boy of the group and family he relies heavily on academic validation

- Prob cried several times (In secret obviously) if he got a bad grade

- Very this is me trying, the prophecy, and you’re on your own kid

- Always felt like the second chance, probably because as he got older he saw how everyone wanted killian, how all his past girlfriends prob slept with killian first, then after he dropped them they came to him and after a while he got used to that

- He never loved anyone romantically before kayden

- Loves call me by your name (prob his bi or gay awakening

- Reads and studies to escape reality

- Sucks at math, hence why he chose to major in law

- The stalker psycho genes run in his DNA, hence why he developed an obsession with professor lockwood

- I would die for gareth to be the one whose like “Your mine, let anyone touch you ill kill them” instead of kayden being the one whose like that

- I like to believe that hes Bi, but we’ll figure it out during his book 🤔

- Never takes naps, thinks their for the weak

- Surprisingly has a normal sleep schedule

- Compulsively cracks his knuckles when nervous, anxious or feels uncomfortable

- Mild to Moderate OCD nothing serious where he loses his mind if a colour pencil is in the wrong place but like likes to have things in order and in the same places

- Hates having things misplaced, it developed as killian would mess up things to mess with him over in the long run made him hate disorder

- Hates losing control, of literally anything, his emotions, his surroundings, anything

- Cold hands 24/7 365 probable due to consistently being in fight or flight

- Kill is known as the strategist but gareth is the ones who plan all the heathens stuff like for the initiation he was the one who set the time, place, text message, etc. Hes in charge of all the smaller details

- Wears the white dress shirts with sweaters, yk with the collar poking through (UGHHHHH 🤤)

Kayden Lockwood

- GLASSES GLASSES GLASSES

- From the limited snippet we got about him from GoF and GoR I definitely think gareth would make the first move, subtle hints like sitting at the front of the lecture halls, asking questions (or dare I say arguing with something Kayden said just to talk to him 🫢), going to every👏single👏office👏hours👏, etc very sublte things yk

- The type of professor to ask if you want to a dance infront of the class instead of a final exam

- Only uses blue pens (Idk why but yes) (switches to green pens after getting into a relationship with gareth, i wonder why)

- Very nonchalant i think, and would prob brush off gareth little crush on him because lets be real he prob had hundreds of students have a crush on him

- But little did he know gareth crush would be different from the others in was that yk be would follow him around in his car, and stalk around his favourite grocery stores

- That would prob get his attention and instead if being creeped I think he would be interested

- Doesnt drink, doesnt smoke but gets high off the feeling of winning chess games

- Doesnt do with technology (even though he’s in his early to mid thirties) and has a battle with the projector every lecture

- Gareth will definitely make fun of him for not getting Gen z slang

- Insomniac who lives off coffee

- Teaches criminal law, and was at a big city law firm before he became a professor

- Has a 4.5 on rate my professor, and one 4 review on his profile made him loose his perfect 5.0 rating, hes still very salty about that

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