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[Cello.]

Np!

 

[ach1lles]

Spoiler: Trashy writing ahead, because the author is very, very tired.

"You're incorrigible."

"Damn, I don't know what that means, but it sounds sexy as hell."

Sai lets out a long-suffering sigh. "Absolutely incorrigible, I tell you."

The pool softly burbles in the background, punctuated only by the wind-chimes and your brazen attempts of flirtation. It was after hours at the academy, when the students had retreated to their dormitories and the only occupants of the school remain you and them, hunched over a candle-lit chessboard and drinking cheap wine, stolen straight from the racks of a convenience store.

And as with most things involving Sai, these sessions have become a habit of yours.

(A memory—their chest locked around your back, their hand around yours. Water trembles within the glass jar, delicately swishing against the rim. "Push and pull," they murmur. You feel their breath against your ear, and suddenly, the room feels ten degrees too hot. "Push and pull.")

"Bishop to E5."

"Rook to A3."

"Checkmate."

You crow in delight as their face crumbles, a soft groan scraping past their lips. It was only at your hand could the jaded Demon Mage be reduced to such reluctant despair. (Much to their dismay, you wear the title with pride.)

(A memory—the bathroom smells like makeup remover and dollar store perfume and you barely stop yourself from gagging as you push the door open.

"Sai-"

"Before you ask me what I'm doing, I would like you to know that I am perfectly capable of doing my own makeup, and I most certainly am in no need of your assistance-"

"Give me your eyeliner.")

"Would you like some more? It tastes better after a glass or two."

A clink fills the air as they top your (and their) wine glass off. Thin fingers curl around the stem of the flask and swirl it around, and you can't help but watch their Adam's apple bob as they sip.

Christ, it should be illegal for someone to be so attractive.

"Drink." You snap to attention. Their eyes are upon you again, and you suddenly flush under their gaze. "It's liquid confidence bottled and stoppered, and I believe you are in quite some need of that-"

"You have pretty eyes."

"... Excuse me?"

Foot, meet mouth. Your bravado vanishes under their arched brow.

"Nothing, nothing, it's the wine speaking-"

"In that case, I would like to hear the wine speak more."

"..."

"Or perhaps, it is suffering under the same case of obstinate refusal as its drinker-"

"The wine says 'fuck you.'"

The moment bursts like a bubble and you find yourself cursing beneath your breath. Really, would it have hurt you to keep your mouth from opening for just a moment-

"It is in moments like these, dear, I'm not sure if I find you irritating or irresistible."

You blank out.

(A memory—a late-night rendevous with the smell of burnt espresso still hanging in the air. Nightmares, but you needn't say a word before a mug of cheap coffee is awkwardly shoved into your hands.

"I have them as well, if you are asking." Their fingers trace the edge of their own mug, and you realize that this is the tone of someone who has never loved and is forced to compensate. "Nightmares, I mean."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woken you up-"

"You have nothing to apologize for." Sai's voice is soft, softer than you've heard before. "Absolutely nothing.")

"Why-" You swallow nervously. "Why not both?"

They chuckle softly, fingers tracing the edge of your jaw. "Both is good."

Your gaze is lifted higher, a little higher, until you're looking them in their eyes, and they're leaning in. Your eyelashes flutter shut.

...

They taste like mint, is your first thought. Something spicy, with a subtle hint of sweetness in it. Cinnamon and sugar. Menthol. Chai tea. Sai's lips are soft and they kiss like a man starved, hands shifting against your hips as they twine their tongue with yours. Your hands wrap around their tie and pull them closer, chest to chest and you feel as if you're drowning in them, but oh, that wouldn't be a fate you were averse to.

You gasp for air as they pull away, flushing at their amused stare and how absolutely wrecked they look. Their swollen lips glisten with saliva, still tender from the onslaught and you fear that you don't look much better.

"Has the metaphorical cat got your tongue? It's only natu-"

"Shut up."

Your press your lips against theirs and you feel like you've finally come home.

 

[ach1lles]

In retrospect, that was actually one of the worst things I've ever written.

Breaking news: Achilles can force themselves to write fanfiction of their own OCs, but not respond to RP. (I am working on it right now, please don't kill me.)

 

[Cello.]

LMAO

 

[Cello.]

Good job though! Well done

 

[GrieveWriter]

Oh no worries, not like I'll be in a position to post until later.

Then I'll be able to involve every action of those departing from the buses.


Oh yes, it should be quite the meaty piece of writing

 

[Cello.]

Spencypoo DANI DANI CAN WE ADD SLOW DANCES TO THE DANCE OR LIKE A WALTZ-

 

[Spencypoo]

ONLY IF EMERY WONT BE AN ASS DURING IT

 

[Minma]

Spoiler: Trashy writing ahead, because the author is very, very tired.

"You're incorrigible."

"Damn, I don't know what that means, but it sounds sexy as hell."

Sai lets out a long-suffering sigh. "Absolutely incorrigible, I tell you."

The pool softly burbles in the background, punctuated only by the wind-chimes and your brazen attempts of flirtation. It was after hours at the academy, when the students had retreated to their dormitories and the only occupants of the school remain you and them, hunched over a candle-lit chessboard and drinking cheap wine, stolen straight from the racks of a convenience store.

And as with most things involving Sai, these sessions have become a habit of yours.

(A memory—their chest locked around your back, their hand around yours. Water trembles within the glass jar, delicately swishing against the rim. "Push and pull," they murmur. You feel their breath against your ear, and suddenly, the room feels ten degrees too hot. "Push and pull.")

"Bishop to E5."

"Rook to A3."

"Checkmate."

You crow in delight as their face crumbles, a soft groan scraping past their lips. It was only at your hand could the jaded Demon Mage be reduced to such reluctant despair. (Much to their dismay, you wear the title with pride.)

(A memory—the bathroom smells like makeup remover and dollar store perfume and you barely stop yourself from gagging as you push the door open.

"Sai-"

"Before you ask me what I'm doing, I would like you to know that I am perfectly capable of doing my own makeup, and I most certainly am in no need of your assistance-"

"Give me your eyeliner.")

"Would you like some more? It tastes better after a glass or two."

A clink fills the air as they top your (and their) wine glass off. Thin fingers curl around the stem of the flask and swirl it around, and you can't help but watch their Adam's apple bob as they sip.

Christ, it should be illegal for someone to be so attractive.

"Drink." You snap to attention. Their eyes are upon you again, and you suddenly flush under their gaze. "It's liquid confidence bottled and stoppered, and I believe you are in quite some need of that-"

"You have pretty eyes."

"... Excuse me?"

Foot, meet mouth. Your bravado vanishes under their arched brow.

"Nothing, nothing, it's the wine speaking-"

"In that case, I would like to hear the wine speak more."

"..."

"Or perhaps, it is suffering under the same case of obstinate refusal as its drinker-"

"The wine says 'fuck you.'"

The moment bursts like a bubble and you find yourself cursing beneath your breath. Really, would it have hurt you to keep your mouth from opening for just a moment-

"It is in moments like these, dear, I'm not sure if I find you irritating or irresistible."

You blank out.

(A memory—a late-night rendevous with the smell of burnt espresso still hanging in the air. Nightmares, but you needn't say a word before a mug of cheap coffee is awkwardly shoved into your hands.

"I have them as well, if you are asking." Their fingers trace the edge of their own mug, and you realize that this is the tone of someone who has never loved and is forced to compensate. "Nightmares, I mean."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have woken you up-"

"You have nothing to apologize for." Sai's voice is soft, softer than you've heard before. "Absolutely nothing.")

"Why-" You swallow nervously. "Why not both?"

They chuckle softly, fingers tracing the edge of your jaw. "Both is good."

Your gaze is lifted higher, a little higher, until you're looking them in their eyes, and they're leaning in. Your eyelashes flutter shut.

...

They taste like mint, is your first thought. Something spicy, with a subtle hint of sweetness in it. Cinnamon and sugar. Menthol. Chai tea. Sai's lips are soft and they kiss like a man starved, hands shifting against your hips as they twine their tongue with yours. Your hands wrap around their tie and pull them closer, chest to chest and you feel as if you're drowning in them, but oh, that wouldn't be a fate you were averse to.

You gasp for air as they pull away, flushing at their amused stare and how absolutely wrecked they look. Their swollen lips glisten with saliva, still tender from the onslaught and you fear that you don't look much better.

"Has the metaphorical cat got your tongue? It's only natu-"

"Shut up."

Your press your lips against theirs and you feel like you've finally come home.

Noice

 

[Cello.]

WE WONT I PROMISE ON BEHALF OF GAO
Artemis will keep him in check

 

[Minma]

Someone needs to hehehehhe

 

[GrieveWriter]

Could always have Core Punch Lil' Webble into him just to see what happes.

 

[Spencypoo]

Someone needs to hehehehhe

Oka-
Try it and ill have Asher and Amber go for minma

 

[Gao]

WHAT A BEAUTIFUL PIECE OF WRITING
SO FLAVORED
SO SPICY

 

[Minma]

Oka-
Try it and ill have Asher and Amber go for minma

He would simply die

 

[ach1lles]

AESAGDFP- INCORRECT, GAO. THE ONLY THING SPICY ABOUT THAT WAS THE OBSCENE NUMBER OF TIMES I USED THE WORD "AND" AND "SUDDENLY."

 

[Spencypoo]

He would simply die

Good

AESAGDFP- INCORRECT, GAO. THE ONLY THING SPICY ABOUT THAT WAS THE OBSCENE NUMBER OF TIMES I USED THE WORD "AND" AND "SUDDENLY."

NO THATS SOME SPICY SHET

 

[ach1lles]

HNNNNNNGHHH- KEEP ON COMPLIMENTING ME AND YOU'LL MAKE MY STANDARDS DROP.

 

[Cello.]

IT WAS SPICY SHIT AND I LIKE IT.
Sorry I had to leave for a moment to do something

 

[Spencypoo]

Dude that's some tasty shit and thats a fact

 

[Zef The Owl]

What's goin' on in here!?

 

[Spencypoo]

UH-
SPICY FAN FICS

 

[Gao]

BRO ITS SO YUMMY

 

[ach1lles]

FINE, YOU'VE SUCCESSFULLY BULLIED ME INTO ACCEPTING COMPLIMENTS. I'M GLAD YOU GUYS WANT TO SMOOCH THE BIBLICAL MONSTER SO BADLY???

 

[Spencypoo]

Great way to start a new page btw