[ It was a sunny day of summer, that evening. The sky had light, little clouds on it, the sun wasn't anywhere near to blind the kids running around outside, all ages of young boys and girls. The establishment where they all went out sure was huge. Big enough for all those kids and adults to live there.
One was missing, though. ]
... Are you sure you want to go with me? I'm just here to check something, doesn't mean you have to come.
[ Yvonne didn't turn as she spoke, giving a little glimpse at her watch. ]
After all, you're not used to time traveling. I'm just here to find some documents.
[ She looked in front, hidden in between the trees. She looked back at him, and sighed. ]
Follow me... Make sure nobody sees you.
[ With that, the Founder slipped away like a shadow, towards that religious, that place "Of God", with the Tsukinami behind her. The place looked just as a normal church inside, and it seemed like it the longer they walked, until Yvonne stopped all of the sudden, stopping at one specific door. She held her breath, and pointed at it. ]
Stay here. Make sure nobody goes in... Please.
“You know, I’ve heard time traveling is a good way to strengthen a relationship—”
[Mystic hurried after Yvonne, attempting to keep his eyes out view, as they were what mostly drew attention of him. As they paced through the holy building, he looked around with quite the adoration. His mother had grown under a catholic home, so he always found the thought of religion rather interesting.]
“Find some documents, you say? So you’re coming all the way out here, in the past, you know, for some papers? Isn’t a bit too risky to do something so big for something like that? Just what are you looking for that is this important?”
[Mystic wasn’t going to not do as he had been instructed, but he was terribly curious. Why would Yvonne go so far for some “documents”? Perhaps it was just something she did often…]
“Okay, fine… I’ll stay here, so don’t worry. You get what you have to get done while I guard.”
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[ While he wasn't the most jealous person, seeing his beloved all uncomfortable in a place that should be relaxing and fun because of someone else made him feel... Bad. He obviously wasn't jealous, but he didn't like the situation either, so of course, he walked up to her and smiled at whoever tried to flirt with the future queen. ]
Excuse me~! She's already rejecting every single thing you say, why don't you look for someone as insisting as you, hm?
[ He hugged her, all while pouting like a child refusing to give away something. ]
This is my future wife you're talking to, buddy. Please go sway~
(Convoitise)
Your muse sees mine being flirted with and mine obviously doesn't like it. How does your muse respond?
[Kazuha couldn’t lean any further from the man invading her personal space without looking like a fool herself. She would’ve tried to walk away, but knew this man would portably chase after her like some dog in heat. All she could really do was turn her face away and cross her arms as some form of protection if he decided to move up from hideous comments.]
(Haah… why is it always like this?)
[Without saying, hearing Convoitise’s voice was a massive relief. The meek, human man seemed rather intimidated by the Kurosawa that he even shuffled a step back at his words. And Kazuha, she didn’t feel vulnerable at all in his embrace—his final line, though, made her face heat up.
The man walked away with a scowl, grumbling about witches casting spells and whatnot, to which Kazuha could only roll her eyes.]
. . . The—there was no need for you to add that last part.
[She reached back to pat his head.]
But… thank you. Human men are truly stubborn. This isn’t the first time something similar has occurred, unfortunately.
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five times kissed (Aimer)
’ 𝙵𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴𝚂 ’ 𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.
five times kissed: ( five times the receiver and sender kissed )
𝐎𝐍𝐄 — First Stolen Kiss
His chin resting on the palm of his hand, Mystic gazed at Aimer in silence. The intensity of his stare drove Aimer to a point in which he could no longer continue to focus on his work.
He snapped up, “What do you want!?” It was clear he was annoyed. He had even crumpled up the paper between his fingers. This was exactly why he always kept things as they were. Trying to change settings—such as grading at the library and not his office as usual—had made him a vulnerable target for Mystic’s annoyance. What an idiot he was!
The Founder simply snickered quietly, scooting his chair closer to the other’s. Aimer inched away.
“Get back.”
“No★”
“You——”
“How many times must I say it?” Mystic interrupted, reaching up to lightly brush away a stray strand of hair away from the second-born’s face. “Don’t frown. Or else you’ll grow wrinkles on your face, big guy.”
Aimer uncaringly turned his face away with a scoff. “Don’t touch me.”
“Oh, but how else am I suppose to make you want me more?” Mystic teased, feigning a solemn tone.
Aimer gathered a few sheets and stacked them together, tapping them in the desk’s surface to align them correctly. “Why bother with something that will never happen?”
Mystic slithered a hand over Aimer’s thigh and leaned in closer. “You’re just stubborn.”
Flustered—though much more annoyed—Aimer snapped back around to face Mystic for a second time. “Get your—” His words were cut mid-sentence as the mischievous little demon swiftly leaned in for a kiss. Though it could much more accurately he described as a peck, having it lasted less than half of a second.
Absolutely gobsmacked, Aimer sat in dead silence for a moment. Mystic hurriedly jumped out of his chair and rushed out of the room between laughter and giddiness, leaving the second-born to try to process just what the hell had happened.
𝐓𝐖𝐎 — First Kiss (in their arrangement)
“It’s fine,” Aimer wrapped a hand around the nape of Mystic’s neck, tugging him along. It seemed like a coy gesture. As though he really wasn’t sure what to do to the situation brought on upon him. “I’ll kiss you if you want.”
Mystic wasn’t shy in the slightest to pounce. He shuffled further up on Aimer’s lap and wrapped his arms around his neck as he brought them closer for that one long awaited gesture. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to deepen the kiss, melting as Aimer’s second hand trailed down the length of his spine, before coming to rest on the small of his back.
The Founder excitedly dove in for a more lascivious method, brushing a hand around the second-born’s neck and pinching his chin to tug it down. Having made a gap between his lips, he slipped his tongue right through, brushing the other’s top row of teeth. Aimer, though slightly shaken, relented. He rose from his chair, effortlessly picking up the smaller man along. He sat him down at the edge of the desk and hovered over him; his silhouette completely shadowing the one below.
Mystic grasped onto his shoulders as both slowly descended into a madness fueled by a desire they didn’t know existed until that moment.
𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — First Kiss (as a couple) (Based off what happened right after this interaction)
Aimer had quite literally passed out for a long time. Though as he had promised, Mystic didn’t move an inch from his spot. He had even fallen asleep himself for a few hours. By the time his eyelids fluttered open once again, it was been little more than a day and a half.
The calmness and relaxation on Aimer’s snoozing expression, the soft manner of he breathed, it felt like he truly had been teleported into some other universe. Truthfully, this scene wasn’t all that new. He had woken up in Aimer’s arms multiple times by then. In close past instances, though, a wave of regret would wash over him.
But right now… he knew what Aimer felt. He could finally hold him without the worry that he would perhaps one day grow tired of their physical relationship and turn his back in him the next.
Mystic lifted a hand, barely even grazing Aimer’s cheek with his finger. No matter how gentle, the touch made the second-born flinch awake. He exhaled rather loudly, blinking a couple of times as his vision cleared.
Aimer gazed at Mystic with the very haze anyone that had just woken from an almost 48 hours worth of sleep would. “Please tell me I’m not dreaming still…” his voice was hoarse and it embarrassingly sent a shiver down Mystic’s spine.
The Founder chuckled, pressing a palm on the side of his face. “I’m pretty sure this is the real world.”
Aimer leaned into the touch and didn’t respond, warming Mystic’s palm. There was a long silence between them, giving them a chance to realize the close distance between the two. A sudden dawning realization washed over their faces and both seemed equally coy.
Mystic was the first one to reach out, placing both hands on Aimer’s face, but both leaned in at the same time. Their lips crashed with gentleness, rather than with that aggressive desire they shared many times in the past.
It was sweet. Loving. Even gentle.
The kind of kiss that could communicate—
“I love you,” Aimer whispered once their lips parted for a split second.
Mystic rolled over to get on top of him and dove down for a second kiss. The second-born sat up, lifting the Founder along. He rested a hand on his back to keep him from leaning too farther back. Mystic desperately wrapped his arms around the other’s neck, bringing him as close as it was physically possible.
Soon enough, gasping, they parted. They remained close enough that one could feel the other’s breath against his mouth. Mystic pressed his forehead against Aimer’s and they both sat there, silent, finding comfort in the mere sound of each other’s breathing.
“I love you…” Mystic’s voice cracked slightly. He’d finally said them. Those words that hurt him so much in the past. Words precious enough that he wouldn’t even dare think about. He gritted his teeth and let out a shuddering exhale. “I love you, Aimer.”
𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 — Conflicting Schedules
“Ah, Cher,” Mystic grinned upon seeing his husband walk back into their bedroom. He looked like a mess, honestly. Disheveled hair, untidy clothes, and be had rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. “Welcome back.”
The Founder finished putting his revolver into its case on the inside of his jacket and jogged up at him. Aimer tiredly followed his movements and smiled. “You’re leaving?”
Mystic deflated momentarily. “Duty calls,” he sighed. “I might be gone for the weekend by the way. Sorry for the late notice. Kazuha just gave me the information a couple of minutes ago.”
Aimer tried not to seemed upset by the news, but didn’t succeed. He looked like a pouting child. “This was my first free weekend since the start of the semester.”
Mystic smiled pitifully. “I’ll finish quick, I promise. I’ll be back by Sunday night! Just take some rest while I’m gone—”
The suddenly sound of his cellphone ringing caught him in the middle of the sentence. The name of his dreadful boss had appeared on screen and the ringing was relentless, so he answered. “I’m on my way out, you can stop calling now!” Then hung up immediately after. He turned back to face Aimer.
The second born shook his head. “It’s fine,” he smiled, patting his head. “Be careful, okay?”
“Of course, it’s like you don’t know what a professional you’ve married!”
Aimer gave him that warning look and Mystic looked down. “Yes, sir.”
As Aimer plopped down at the edge of the bed, he began watching Mystic as he gathered his things in a panic, urged by the unending ringing of his cellphone. He tossed the strap of his backpack over his shoulder and searched around the room one final time to make sure he wouldn’t leave anything essential behind.
“I’ll be on my way, Cher! Rest well, I’ll be back soon!” And he sped off towards the door.
“Hey, hey!” Aimer called out before swung the door open.
Mystic screeched to a halt and turned around. “What is it?”
“You’re forgetting something.”
Confused and startled, Mystic patted around the cases and pockets in his uniform. He was even going to start searching the inside of his backpack for anything missing when he noticed Aimer waving for his attention. When he looked up, his husband tapped his lips with a subtle smile.
Mystic paused for a moment, his eyes slowly widening as a dawning realization hit him. “Oh, you spoiled little shit.” He trotted up to Aimer and planted a nice lasting kiss on the man’s lips and smiled. “I’ll be back.”
𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 — Absolutely Shameless
“Gentlemen,” Kazuha’s voice broke through the room.
Mystic quickly rose into view from behind the couch with a bit of surprise, meanwhile Aimer had to hold onto the edge of the backrest in order to sit up. He was very clearly disheveled and the collar of his shirt had been stripped open. He was haze, like he was intoxicated somehow. It was very clear a very heated make out session had gotten interrupted.
“Could you please find a private space for your lascivious activities?” The princess huffed, folding her arms.
“Don’t be a prude,” Mystic snickered.
“I am not.” Not anymore, at least. “I’m simply asking that you have a fraction of respect for the rest of the members in the house.”
“Says the one that is always kissing a pretty white head,” the Founder retorted.
Kazuha sneered. “Says the one who has been fucking at the kitchen counter for the past few days before breakfast is prepared,” she hissed. “Oh, my poor Familiars couldn’t believe it.”
Both Aimer and Mystic seemed absolutely shocked, before an aggressive rush of red flooded their faces.
“At least try to be subtle about it, you two.”
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