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adoremexxs · 8 months

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Sweater Weather

Chapter 1

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This is a female reader so i’m sorry to everyone.

You are 17 about to turn 18, the Hantengu brothers are 18, Zohakuten is 16.

Everyone in here is 18 unless stated otherwise.

You are an only child, your parents are pretty well off but they are never home because of work.

Further on, there will be mentions of self harm, drinking, and extreme heavy topics so viewer discretion is advised.

You are very pretty and will have confidence because as you should tbh. A lot of guys (Kyojuro) like you.

Urogi is in basketball, soccer and track.

Sekido is on the football team, soccer, archery, honors and debate team. He’s avery studious.

Karaku is in every club known to man, football, soccer, track and is also in honors.

Aizetsu is in soccer, track and he does student council.

I def ain’t proof reading.

That’s all!

You were nervous. This was your first day at your new high school. You played with your hair, the nerves really getting to you! New school, new life, new everything.

You decided to put on your alter ego for now until you were comfortable. Looking down at your schedule, you attempted to find your first class. You couldn’t find it.

You weren’t happy. You wore a frown on your face as you looked around only to see a pretty girl with pink and green hair in braids running towards you…Her outfit did very little to cover her up…

“Oh my God, hi! You must be new! I’m Mitsuri. It’s so nice to meet you. Oh my Gosh, what’s your name?!”

This girl was a bit annoying. You just smile, holding down onto your tongue.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N). Yes, I’m new here. Your name is very pretty.”

“Aw! Aren’t you such a sweetheart!” Mitsuri grins before a short girl with purple hair tips joins her side.

“Who is this, Mitsuri?”

“Shinobu! This is (Y/N)!” You started to tune them out. They were loud and annoying and Mitsuri introduced you to Shinobu but she gave weird ass vibes so you ignored her. You let them look at your schedule while you just glanced around before your breath caught in your throat, seeing the most handsome man alive!

Tall, tan, long and dark hair with the prettiest yellow eyes and the most blinding smile on his face. Pretty long lashes, pointy little canines, the way he put himself out there was hypnotic. He gave off such good and attractive energy, no wonder why he had such a large group of friends around him!

“Hey, doll.” You were snapped out of your staring by some tall blonde looking bimbo. Long blonde hair, rainbow eyes, pretty face but not as pretty as the other dude. Who was actually looking at you! Holy fuck! Don’t have a panic attack! Oh my God!

“Uh, hey?” You gave the blonde bimbo a weird look, leaning towards Mitsuri and Shinobu.

“Why don’t you come back to my place tonight and we can-“

“Oh, shut up, Douma.” Shinobu spoke up, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms. “You are the biggest man whore ever!”

“I’m not as bad as Karaku! Sorry, Urogi.” Douma flashes Urogi an apologetic look and Urogi seemed to have no thoughts behind those pretty eyes.

Urogi? Well, now the pretty boy has a name.

Urogi just smiles, “None taken, Douma. Karaku even knows his own reputation.” He looks back at you, deciding to finally talk to you.

“Why don’t you come party with us? Like, actually. Partying is a good way for new people to make friends.” He actually seems to want to help you make friends. “There’s a party tonight at Douma’s place, my brothers and I will be there. Oh, sorry, I didn’t ask you your name. I’m Urogi and you?” Urogi seems to ramble a lot…

“(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N).” You didn’t care. He’s so handsome.

“She won’t be coming to your party, assholes.” Shinobu glares at the two.

Damn, okay. She has no right to act like that. Fuck you, Shinobu.

“Actually, I’ll go.” Your response makes Shinobu give you a look. Mitsuri was the only one not really judging you! Douma was smiling but Urogi’s face practically lit up so brightly.

“Okay! Cool! Nice to meet you, (Y/N). See you around!” He waves, dragging Douma away with him. You want Urogi to be your husband.

Unfortunately, Shinobu and Mitsuri dragged you off to class that you had with them. They made you sit with some flame haired dude who was too damn loud. You noticed Urogi in your class. Actually, no, this wasn’t Urogi. He looked much meaner.

Everyone was forced to play an Icebreaker. They had to go around and say their names so you learned his name was Sekido. He was devilishly handsome. Oh boy. His features were sharp and narrow, the way his eyes flickered you up and down with that scowl on his lips. Sekido was handsome.

You asked Mitsuri about him since Shinobu would just glare at you whenever you tried to pry information out of them.

“Oh! Sekido Hantengu! Star quarterback, star soccer player, one of the smartest people in the school, can shoot a bow and arrow so well! He’s the oldest of the quadruplets.” Now you were confused.

“Quadruplets…?” You tilt your head and glance over at Sekido to see him already looking at you. The way he looked at you had you weak. He didn’t look exactly like Urogi. Red eyes, long sleeves, longer bangs. His features were different as well but hell, they look pretty damn similar.

“Yeah! Sekido, Urogi, Karaku and Aizetsu.” Mitsuri explains, “All quadruplets. Most handsome guys in this school.”

“You mean the biggest assholes? Remember what Karaku did to you?” Kyojuro opened his big fat mouth and it pissed you off. You just met Urogi but he was nice!

“Why don’t you shut up?” You glared at that ugly flame dude who looks shocked you spoke to him like that. Shinobu just seemed to glare at you more. You didn’t want to be their friends anyways.

You were also curious about what Karaku did to Mitsuri who just frowned, looking a bit sad. You were about to ask her until the bell rang. They said their goodbyes and you packed your things, getting ready to leave before you dropped them everywhere.

“Fuck…” You muttered, going to pick them up. Someone beat you to it. They held out your book towards you, the usual frown on their face.

“Sekido…”

“Take it. You’ll be late to your next class.” Those beautiful ruby eyes were avoiding eye contact with yours. You thin your lips, taking the book.

“Right, thank you.” You take it back, going to say something but once again, he beats you to it.

“Urogi told me you are going to the party,” He looked a bit sad, “Please avoid Douma. All he wants is sex.” Sekido didn’t give you a chance to even respond before walking off.

Well, damn! Okay then.

You had to go to your next class which was strength and conditioning. You had some smelly, white haired guy in there. He supposedly has three girlfriends from what Mitsuri told you. And his name was like Uzui? Tengen? You didn’t know and didn’t care.

You saw a sad-looking version of Urogi in your class. He had some pretty blue eyes. You wanted to talk to him. He noticed you first though and seemed to shy away.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” You whipped your head around to see Urogi walking towards you. You were so happy because you saw Kyojuro heading your way but stopped whenever Urogi basically tackled you.

He dragged you over to the sad-looking brother.

“This is Aizetsu! Aizetsu, this is (Y/N).”

You wave at him, “Hi.”

He seemed hesitant to even talk to you. “Hey…”

Urogi went to talk until the coach started to talk and made everyone warm up and stretch before they went into the weight room. You decided to work out with Aizetsu and Urogi because you didn’t know anyone else.

Plus you felt the most comfortable with them. Kyojuro scared you. You had to squat and Urogi went to get water for you so that left with Aizetsu to spot you.

It was awkward. Aizetsu had a straight view of your butt and it definitely made him flustered and try not to look because he doesn’t want to see like a perv! This is so awkward. He can’t do it. You were struggling to get the bar up. You regularly work out so for you to squat 235 really impressed Urogi and Aizetsu. You managed to get it up. You were panting and Urogi came back with your water.

“You’re so strong!” Urogi grins, showing off those perfect teeth while Aizetsu nods shyly.

“You’re incredibly strong.”

“Aw! Thank you!” You definitely were having your ego boosted.

Kyojuro came over with his big headed ass. You were instantly annoyed. “(Y/N). Not only are you gorgeous but also strong! What a beautiful thing! We should hang out more.”

“As if she would want to hang out with someone as pathetic as you.” Aizetsu stood there with his head tilted, that sad expression on his face. “You should leave her alone…Remember what happened last time?”

Seriously! What the hell happened last time?!

Kyojuro frowned, “I do. You should watch what you say.”

“Nah, you should watch what you say, Rengkou. You’re only the football captain because your daddy is the coach. If he wasn’t, Sekido and Karaku would instantly replace you.” Urogi was giggling. You felt left out. You wanted to know all the drama between these friend groups!

“I-…Uh.” Fireball couldn’t get a word out so he just glared at the two guys before dipping.

“Okay so like, tell me the drama.” You sit on the box, grinning up at Urogi and Aizetsu.

Aizetsu just frowns, “Sekido’s ex-girlfriend cheated on him with Kyojuro. Kyojuro was rude to him, Sekido kicked his ass. Then Karaku slept with Kyojuro’s best girl friend, Mitsuri, also Kyojuro’s ex and then like Kyojuro and Karaku fought and then Tengen jumped in so then we jumped in and it’s very confusing!” He sighs, sitting a little too close next to you.

“Yeah! Basically that!” Urogi smiles.

Damn! So they got some hella beef. This should be interesting.

It wasn’t long before it was time for you to go home. And whenever you got home, you collapsed on your bed.

…

Time to get ready for the party, you guess!

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Is it just me or is anyone else creeped out by Rollo being so nice to MC?? He goes out of his way to say nice things to us which is weird almost like he’s trying to get on our good side for some reason. He also suspiciously knows a lot about MC already. I’m thinking Rollo wants to use MC for something maybe related to Malleus. What are your thoughts on this?

I don’t know if I’d call it outright “creepy”, but I do feel mildly unsettled by it?? There’s also a few scenes where Rollo is implied to just be… staring at the NRC group (his portrait shows up on screen, but the dialogue box only reads as “. . . . .”), which I personally find a lot more disturbing. I just don’t like being watched 😭 I feel like it could all be foreshadowing something!! (… though it’s also possible that I’m totally overthinking this 💦)

For context, Rollo greets the NRC students when they arrive on Noble Bell College’s campus. He speaks politely, but the NRC boys remark that he looks angry. (Note: Rollo’s character portrait is not actually glaring most of the tome; the NRC boys are likely referring to him as having a resting bitch face 😂)

While showing the guests around campus, Rollo reveals that he knows who everyone is, as he read the materials provided to him by Crowley. Rollo lists off their full names, as well as relevant positions and titles—but when he noticed Yuu and Grim, he notably becomes a little chattier and even… friendly? (Like, he even smiles a little bit.) “It must trouble you (someone who cannot use magic) to be surrounded by magic users everyday,” Rollo says. He lifts his arms and invites Yuu to relax, then adds (with the scene shifting to include Malleus), “… and that goes for the rest of you as well.”

***CONTENT WARNING: I will be briefly discussing a theory which involves racism and war below the cut, so please read at your own discretion.***

If these lines have any meaning in the grand scheme of things 🤔 I think (well, considering Rollo’s Disney inspiration) that this could play into any potential prejudices that he holds? A lot of fans are already speculating that Rollo holds anti-fae sentiments, and, from a certain angle, one could argue that his off-handed remark to Yuu supports that theory.

Think about the wording and the history of Noble Bell College. What the students at NBC value above all else is maintaining fairness and righteousness, just as its founder, the “Just/Righteous Judge”, did. Then, consider that Rollo seems to express sympathy for a non-magical human stuck at a school of mages in training. And then add the fact that fairies are implied to be more magically inclined than the other races; only a mere 10% of humans can use magic (and at the most basic level), whereas fairies have magic so plentiful that they utilize it for everyday activities like flying to their destinations.

With all of that in mind, it’s possible that Rollo’s line of thinking is this: “if this world were truly just, then magic users and non-magic users would be equal”. However, because fairies are a race that are more magically inclined than, say, humans, this causes an imbalance. Perhaps Rollo thinks that this disparity is not “just” as the Just Judge would want the world to be, and goes about administering his own judgment to “right the wrong”. Maybe Rollo himself isn’t a strong magic user (we’ve only seen other characters so far assume he must be powerful due to his position as student council president) and must rely on tricks or magical items to get ahead, which amplifies his hatred for those born lucky or gifted. (Alternatively, maybe Rollo is a powerful mage, but just cannot compete with Malleus’s natural abilities, which causes jealousy to brew??) And maybe he despises Malleus in particular because he’s the very public embodiment of all that Rollo sees as “unfair” in the world?? (Malleus has political influence, money, magical powers beyond belief, etc.) Maybe this all ties back to the aftermath of the human-fairy war that is sometimes mentioned???

It’s very… twisted logic, but sometimes it’s the worst of people who think they’re the best of people. They so deeply believe they are in the right and try to go out and act on those beliefs 😔 If this does end up happening, I think that would actually make Rollo one of the most disturbing antagonists we’ve seen so far in TWST—because that arrogant way of thinking perpetuates a lot of hatred in the real world too.

… Buuut of course, that’s just a theory 😅 A gaaaaame theory

I think the other popular theory floating around right now is that Rollo actually admires Malleus and wants to be his friend...? But his behavior comes off the wrong way because of Rollo’s face naturally looking like he’s always scowling or unhappy. That’s a more light-hearted take, I guess!

#notes from the writing raven #Rollo Flamme #Malleus Draconia #twst theory #twst theories #twisted wonderland theories #twisted wonderland theory #question #Yuu #spoilers #Grim #Dire Crowley #tw // racism #tw // war #Rollo Flamm

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impossibleprincess35 · 7 months

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REPUTATION | prologue

[Excerpt:]

Mace pointed to the pouch, “And inside there, you’ll find IDs, passports, and bank cards. If you can operate below the radar without needing to utilize the IDs and passports, go as long as you can. Once they’ve been scanned, you’re traceable.”

Obi-Wan watched as Qui-Gon took the pouch from the table and unzipped it, glancing in at the contents. He pulled out a stack of 3 passports and corresponding driver’s licenses, and he raised his eyebrows as he noticed ones had been prepared for the student at Oxford. Presumptuous, he thought, but probably better to be safe than sorry and have them just in case. He looked at their potential false identities and frowned, then stuffed the items back in the pouch where a pair of bank cards rested and zipped it shut.

“There’s £200,000 in the bank. We’ll be monitoring transactions, but remember, use discretion. If we can track you, someone else might be able to do the same,” Mace instructed.

Before turning to leave the council chamber, Qui-Gon looked up thoughtfully, “You said there’s been a bounty. Do we know what the terms are?”

Yoda leaned back in his chair, his small form even more diminutive as he did so, and he nodded slowly as his hand twirled the top of his cane idly at his side and he said with a grim tone, “Twenty million for her head. The intelligence indicates the bounty was placed by the leader of Death Watch, the organization also linked to the coup d’etat.”

Obi-Wan drew in a breath, finding himself stunned by the amount. He turned to Qui-Gon who was calmer, almost thoughtful looking, and the young Scotsman was certain that his older contemporary had seen worse in his years of service. At least he hoped that was the case.

As Qui-Gon turned to depart from the chamber, his hand jostled against Obi-Wan’s shoulder and he murmured quietly, “We’d better get going. Oxford’s over an hour away.”

The prologue is up. And I am officially insane.

This is going to be a 15-part story. Each chapter is a song on the Taylor Swift "Reputation" album in order. There will be a flash back in every chapter and then a present parallel.

#REPUTATION #fanfic #obi wan x satine #obitine

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mystery-salad · 1 year

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BEHOLD, THE MESMER COLLECTIVE’S CLOSE-KEPT SECRETS!

These are the various pages that our dear April had stolen from the Mesmer Collective in GW2′s latest achievement! Clearly she stole much-valued intel, remember to not take it to any tabloids and under no circumstances upstage Anise at a dinner party, shhhhh!

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[image 1-2] A Collective History Vol. 1: As I begin penning this chronicle from this cozy nook in the Muse, I cannot help but marvel at what this small organization has accomplished over the past two centuries. From aiding a burgeoning Shining Blade to the Chronoflux Anomaly, the Collective has seen and solved its fair share of mysteries since its founding in 1070 AE. Our Fifth Veil has been rather patient with my questions, though not the most forthcoming when it comes to personal questions. As he puts it, “some mysteries are meant to remain as such.” -Foreword by the author, Third Veil, J. Whelark

It was the early months of the Searing. Duchess Adelaide Barradin had received a private summons from Prince Rurik and was tasked with leading a diplomatic mission to Kryta. Having recently served as a diplomat to both Kryta and Orr at the end of the Third Guild War, she had the respect of the Krytan royal court. By her own discretion, the duchess handpicked a small but elite detachment of her own students and contemporaries, many of whom welcomed the reprieve from the front lines, while others worried for the comrades they left behind. The coterie of mesmers were to deliver correspondence and crucial tactical information to King Jadon of Kryta on the prince’s behalf. In her later journals, she would reflect on this moment as the last time she would speak to her daughter and her husband.

[image 3] A Collective History Vol. 2: The troupe would cross the Shiverpeaks with help of two Deldrimor pathfinders, Lyn and Bhrode Runecarver, with the hopes of avoiding the Stone Summit, among other more natural dangers of the mountain passes. Even with their dwarven guides, they lost two of their group to a Summit ambush near the Frost Gate.

“We’re exhausted. Spirits are low. No time to mourn after Kelsi and Torrin covered our escape. Our guides have done what they can to console us, but it’s little comfort. I got a fire going, somehow. Never expected any of Scarlot’s survival lessons to stick. Cendin would’ve conjured flames with magic just to show off. I miss them so much.” -Journal of Third Veil, Velise

[image 4-5] A Collective History Vol. 3: Having reached the gates of Lion’s Arch, the duchess and her attaché were finally granted entry into the city. They were escorted to the palace by the Lionguard; it was “a humid evening, despite the coastal breeze.” Even at that hour, King Jadon was engaged in council with his advisors as charr forces amassed on the eastern Krytan border. Duchess Adelaide presented the king with the diplomatic parcel as he made introductions. When King Jadon addressed the emissary from the White Mantle, the duchess noticed three imposing figured garbed in golden robes and armor, with multiple sets of dark ethereal wings emerging from their backs. They hovered quietly, flanking the “stout but stern man in unusually vibrant attire” in a corner of the inner chamber.

Unknown to most, the duchess was in posession of a relic stolen from Orr early in the Third Guild War. The Veil of Ilya, an elegant but otherwise visibly unremarkable domino mask, was rumored to pierce the curtain of reality, to look upon things not normally seen by mortal eyes. Its passive magic would allow the wearer to perceive things hidden by illusion or that exist out of phase with Tyria proper as if they were there normally. Should the wearer actively draw upon the Veil’s well of power, they may reveal these things to those around them within a defined space and for a short period of time.

Before the Unseen could act, the duchess exposed them with the full power of the Veil. It was said that the mursaat attacked with powerful magics, killing the king’s advisors and royal guard in seconds. Adelaide and her companions came to the king’s defense with combined feedback spells, evacuating His Royal Highness through secret corridors at his direction.

[image 6-7] A Collective History Vol. 4: In a gambit to learn more about their mysterious pursuers, the king and his mesmer escort, tired and tattered, had set a trap for a mursaat who had wandered further ahead of their hunting party. On their own, a single mursaat was formidable--deadly, but not invincible. Even with their foe defeated, one of Gauvain’s students fell in the skirmish and King Jadon sustained serious injuries attempting to protect the young spell-slinger. The rest attempted to carry the king afterward, but he would succumb to his wounds the following day.

The remaining four continued into South Kessex, toward what King Jadon thought could be a possible safe haven. During their detour to “bury” the dead, the mursaat had made up for lost ground and would eventually surround them. The duchess and her comrades stares down their attackers as the Veil of Ilya revealed their presence once more. In a blinding moment of flashing sigils and spellcraft, the four were dazed by the light--only to find the mursaat lying dead around them.

Before them appeared the projection of a man who introduced himself as Obryn--a seemingly powerful spellcaster in his own right. Their mysterious savior would help them find proper shelter near the village of Shaemoor and keep them informed as best he could.

[image 8-9] A Collective History Vol. 5: “As a child, I’d heard my parents weave stories of their home, Istan. Early on, I suspected ‘Bryn might be a djinn. No one in the Collective has ever seen him outside his projected form, and it’s become sort of an in-joke for new recruits to speculate wildly. It IS a handsome projection, and yes, I’d asked, and no, he was flattered but uninterested. His loss.” -Journal of Fourth Veil, Nemah

In the weeks following, after the charr invasion of Kryta was routed by the White Mantle and their masters, their occupation of Kryta began. The remaining mesmers decided they would not abandon Kryta to its new regime. There, Adelaide, Velise, Gauvain, Nemah, and Obryn would form the first inner council of the Mesmer Collective, a fledgling network of spies and informants that would serve Kryta in the formative years of the Shining Blade and, later, their own kinsfolk in the Ascalonian settlement. In time, the Collective’s numbers would grow. Individuals with ties and connections to larger Krytan towns would form the first outer council and, eventually, the first members of the Shroud.

The truth of King Jadon’s disappearance and death remains a secret to this day, known only to a privileged few outside of the Collective. Even after Queen Salma reclaimed the throne, the young Mesmer Collective deemed it best that the truth remain buried, worries that Jadon’s death under the protection of Ascalonian diplomats would rouse suspicion and undermine the burgeoning trust between the new Ascalonian refugees and the Krytan people.

[image 10] Recipe from the Queen’s Roast: The Queen’s Roast, feeding the people of Divinity’s Reach since 1231 AE

Receipt from the third week of summer.

6 cups of Queen’s Floral Tea 1 pint of Apple Grove Cider 1 Yak Wellington with hearty mountain greens and a piece of rhubarb pie (customer encourages the largest slice possible) 1 rare yak steak, hold the sides 2 slices of the daily cake special 1 plate of the daily house roast, please include all sides 1 Caledon blueberry salad with sautéed kale

Signed for by: Countess Anise

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #guildwars2 #gw2 fan submission #spoilers #gw2 spoilers

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iconac · 8 months

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some notes on the jedi order in old sith wars era and differences between that and what we see in the jedi in the late golden age.

→ the age cutoff for bringing in and training children to become jedi was higher, leading many jedi to have knowledge of or even be still connected to their biological families: shad jelavan on taris used his stipend as a padawan to support his siblings, as they were all orphans; zayne carrick and bastila shan recognized their respective parents on sight and still had some kind of familial relationship, even a strained one in bastila's case. some jedi were even brought in for training near adulthood, though those situations were infrequent.

→ while jedi were discouraged from getting married and/or having children, it was not forbidden/strictly enforced: jedi master lucien draay was a child born of two married jedi, though his father died in the great sith war and his mother left the order soon after the war's conclusion; jolee bindo also got married in defiance of the council and remained part of the order for some time afterwards.

→ force ghosts were more common knowledge. sith ghosts (which, in my interpretation, are not true 'force ghosts' but the result of using sith techniques to defy natural order and persist beyond death) were a known menace to the order, and could corrupt or even possess jedi; exar kun's fall was in part due to his encounter with the spirit of freedon nadd, and the tombs in korriban's valley of the sith were known to contain the spirits of the sith that lie within. (in my interpretation, this is with sith ghosts can be killed/vanquished, while true force ghosts, literal parts of the force, cannot) known sith worlds like korriban (moraband) were not forbidden to jedi, but were considered dangerous and to be approached with caution. in fact, it was relatively common for groups of jedi to be sent out to dark centers of the galaxy to search for threats to the republic and the order.

→ jedi masters often took on multiple padawans at the same time. the number was mostly left to the discretion of the masters themselves: legendary jedi master arca jeth trained as many as twenty students at a single given time. following the end of the great sith war, many in the order began to push for jedi to take on single apprentices.

the jedi order could be described as being far less homogeneous and much more numerous than what we see in later eras, as well as being more heavily influenced by the reoccurring clashes with various sith lords and sith-affiliated combatants. after the great sith war and the devastation in left in its wake, there were many in the order who began to call for more cohesion in the order and its teachings, as they believed that it would lead to less jedi falling to the dark side and waging war on the galaxy.

#if it seems like the jedi of the old sith wars era played it fast and loose sometimes. well. they did.#but when you look at the stuff that was popping out every few years or so for them to deal with you kinda get why.#they were Busy #↘ ]⠀canon.⠀:⠀born of the clatter of bone against blade.#none of this is headcanon but it is important. bc it relates to the environment revan was raised in.

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obeyme-lost-thought · 11 months

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The regret of a Father

A confront between Lucifer and Aurora? How will it go

What if Lucifer had a child with Mc, and for some reason he neglects them ? And if the child die? What will do Lucifer?

Always remember: the ending isn't what we want, but what she need.

Good reads

1630 words all chapters , previous part

Chapter 3: Proud ?

???’s POV:

There is a condition. When an existence cannot be judged by their actions and consequently know where their soul must be placed; they will be granted a second life by which they can be judged. Previous life memories will be granted at God's discretion.

Chapter 7 - Is it possible to be reborn?

I had no reason to read this book. It was one of many purchases that lay in the library without anyone bothering to read them. Yet I did, I read it. Perhaps it was this that completely ruined me, taking away any possibility of being able to let her go. Only sin made me think that she was the exception of the memoirs.

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Aurora’s POV:

Nothing about this 3rd day of preparations for the festival seemed to promise me a positive ending. Especially the task that has been entrusted to me.

This morning the principal entrusted me with the task of having to spend the afternoon with one of the 2 representatives of the schools, guiding him through the various projects that the clubs or autonomous students were preparing (to compensate for my failure to fulfill the first task that was assigned to me, even though the cause was my health). Every sound of the bell was like a knife stabbing me, increasing the terror of which of the 2 I should drive. And this time fainting is not a possibility.

Fate is not kind to me, especially when the one who commands human fate is the father of the father who brought you into the world in your first life. That means my 50/50 went bad, if you can sum it up like that. This is how it is for more than 1 hour I've been walking around with Lucifer in the classrooms of the school. We saw the plans for the food stalls, the face painting stall, the photographs and drawings that will be shown by the art and photography clubs. We are now moving away from the garden club that was tending to the flower beds. The girls here have the reputation of being the gossipiest in school; in fact, when we arrived, they were talking about the girl who had gotten pregnant. I was very annoyed by the viciousness with which they criticized her choice to keep the child and for this I brought them into line with the power of be a student council member. What I didn't expect is that all this, sparked a discussion about children and family between the 2 of us. Until now we were talking about the history of the school and the weather.

I'm not surprised by this discussion, having started it. In these 2 days I passed out; escaped; I cried; i ignored. I did all the things I did in the early days of Devildom. All that trust I had built up while trying to rebuild my life, he had managed to destroy it with a few looks. For this I want to redeem myself and find the answers for “Aurora Lilith Morningstar”.

Aurora: "Sir Lucifer, do you have a family?"

Lucifer: “Yes, I have 6 brothers, a sister, a wife… and a daughter”

I don't know how to interpret the pause to refer to her daughter, but already the fact that he has accepted her existence is a step forward.

Aurora: “Ahh, how nice. And what's the girl's name?"

Lucifer: “To your surprise, you have the same name. In Greek mythology Aurora was a goddess with whom the dawn was associated. She is often confused with Apollo, who is the god of the sun in general”

Aurora: “Wow, I didn't expect such a deep meaning for my name”

Lucifer: “My wife did a lot of research when choosing a name for our daughter. I'm sure she's loved her ever since she found out she was pregnant with her, deciding to even give her life for her."

Aurora: "I'm sorry for your loss"

Lucifer: “Thanks, it's happened 35- …. many years ago."

I never expected so much willingness to answer questions. And to be honest, his answers leave me speechless. All the information I have about… Mc came from the stories of Simeon and Luke, plus some anecdote given by Solomon. I have never heard from his mouth.

Aurora: “Tell me about your daughter. How old is she etc. We have a little way to go before we get to the courtroom we're headed to."

It doesn't seem to make sense what I'm doing. Asking about someone I know better than anyone else but my goal is not to know who she is; but who he thinks she is. Or maybe I just want to see him having trouble answering such a simple question.

Before starting to speak, he turns to meet my gaze. No emotion seems to pass through his unreadable face, but a careful look can tell that he feels slightly uncomfortable (or sad, but of the two interpretations the first is more plausible).

Lucifer: "My daughter..."

I hear uncertainty in his voice which confirms my expectations even more. But only briefly, as that ice-cold face he had until recently turns into a wounded smile. Did Lucifer just show his emotions? And then what kind of emotions are they?

All my questions are answered as soon as he starts talking again.

“She's about your age. She can play the piano, in fact she has won several awards. She also wrote a composition which I saved as a ringtone. She is intelligent in many respects and has excellent physical performance. She took lessons in fencing and hand-to-hand combat, winning prizes there as well. I can assure you her room is filled with trophies and medals. However, her main passions are drawings and art. On the walls, where there are no photos or shelves, all of her works hang. Digital and paper drawings, paintings, unfinished sketches, even series of 2-3 sheets that tell some story. I'm convinced that her dream was to become a painter, even though she never told me."

Silence falls between us and it probably would have lasted forever if Lucifer hadn't kept talking.

“My daughter died a few years ago. It almost seems like all the girls in my life are destined to leave me. But the loss of my daughter was more painful than my sister or my wife. She is my greatest pride. But enough about me. You instead-"

Aurora: “We have arrived. After this the round of preparations for the festival is over and I still have to rehearse for my show, so I'm sorry but we have to part ways here."

Lucifer: “I see. Go ahead, I remember exactly where the music room is, so I'll come and see you later if I can."

Aurora: “Of course you can, but I don't recommend it. We're not as good as you might think."

Lucifer: “You should give yourself more credit, you are very good.”

After these words, he enters the classroom and closes the door, leaving me outside alone. I walk away as far as possible and try to understand how I managed to hold back the tears. Now, my vision is totally blurred by the water in front of my eyes. How did he know so much about me? From victories to drawings, even my dreams that I never told anyone. It seemed as if he really knew his daughter. Like he was there at the races to cheer on her or help her with her homework. His face so happy as he talked about my merits or his sadness at mentioning my death was something I couldn't fully understand. And then "Proud"? Is he proud of me? I spent so long hoping to hear these words and now he said them so naturally. But it's easy to say them when referring to someone who isn't there, so much so that part of me almost wishes to hear them say it directly to me. But this is a dream that no longer has any value for me.

I get up on the ground and go to the others. My best hope was not to see him again for the rest of the afternoon, but as I said, luck is not on my side.

He remained until the end on the edge of the door for all the time we rehearse, with his eyes turned straight towards me, as if he wanted to take my soul and take it to the darkest meanders of hell.

Memory Fragment 2: Gift

Everyone knows my father's passion for music, especially the classical and cursed ones. This is why I started studying piano 8 months ago. The instructor says that I have an innate talent, as if I have been playing for more than 10 years. It seems impossible such a thing, yet it is true. I was already studying music when I lived with my grandparents, so I could read sheet music and also write musical pieces. I put all my energy into composing this tune and worked 2 weeks part time to raise the money to record the song. That's how I ended up with this record with my music and my name on it. It's not cursed, but I hope he likes it. I leave it on his bedroom desk, wrapped in black wrapping paper. I hide outside and my happiness reaches the stars when I hear him listening it. The end comes and I watch his reaction through the keyhole. He takes the record off the turntable and looks at it carefully. He seems happy with the tune. He keeps turning the disc in his hands until his gaze darkens and he throws it in the trash. He probably he had read my name.

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A Lover and a Friend, Pt. 7

Welcome to Part 7 of this chapter! I hope you're enjoying the series thus far. Things are about to get juicy, so saddle up! Slightly long part :)

CW: Signs of emotional distress (mentions of not eating, excessive sleeping but not graphic or extreme), short smut scene involving graphic description of sex dream [f! receiving penetrative], graphic description of male genitalia, profane language,

Themes: Angst, hurt, comfort, romance, DiavoloxMC, LuciferxMC

Characters: Lucifer, MC, mentions of: Diavolo, Barbatos, Satan, Beel, Asmodeus, Mammon, Belphie,

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It had been a couple months since the accident at the club, and things were picking up for the busy season at RAD. Exams were starting to loom over everybody, and you could slowly see the stress creep up on your roommates, even Diavolo and Barbatos seemed to have found themselves in meeting after meeting with diplomats and aristocrats. Student Council meetings also took up much of everyone's time.

As a bit of a scholarly individual, you didn't find exams or projects to be terribly stressful or hard, and with that came with the new responsibility of tutoring some of the brothers at Lucifer's discretion. You didn't mind, because honestly it was kind of fun to practice hexes with Mammon or potions with Beel. It also helped increase your own understanding of what you already knew, becoming better prepared for your own exams.

Exam season had arrived, and suddenly, projects were piling up and the brothers you were tutoring were becoming more and more needy with your help, and you found yourself actually overwhelmed with everything going on. It didn't help that you hadn't seen your boyfriend in two weeks as he was away on political business. He still managed to text you when he could, sending you kiss emojis to let you know he was thinking of you.

One night, Mammon and Asmo had invited some of their friends over to the House for a "study party" and they were being rather rowdy, and you couldn't even focus on your own project in your bedroom. Since Lucifer was out for the day taking over for Diavolo at RAD during his absence, you decided to go to his study to work. He had given you explicit permission before to use his office whenever you liked, so you knew he wouldn't mind.

The evening carried on, and eventually the noise of the "study party" got to the point you could hear them in the study. Even Beel, Belphie, and Satan joined in on it. It didn't help that you had restarted this project three times already just due to writer's block, but the frustration was finally starting to wear on you, and the bubbly personality was slowly being replaced with the one not too many got to see. As someone who cared very deeply about being successful and doing well, the "you" that showed up in times like this was ugly, menacing, and not at all a fun person to be around.

At your tipping point, you suddenly threw your notebook so hard, you launched it at the door of the office, just as someone happened to start opening it. You immediately put your head in your hands after you did that, so you didn't see someone coming in. The door stopped slightly ajar, and when they decided you weren't going to throw anything else, who other than Lucifer appeared in the doorway.

He walked in to see you sitting at his desk silently sobbing. He looked down at the notebook now on the floor and picked it up. It had pages of written content for what you were working on. He quietly closed the door and walked over to the front of his desk to set it down.

"MC?" he asked softly. His voice made you jump and pull away from your hands. You looked up at him, realizing you didn't hear him come in. Lucifer's eyebrows instantly knitted together in confusion and concern. Your face was red as well as your eyes, fresh tears spilling over.

"I-I-I'm sor-sorry" you said, pushing back the sobs, unsuccessfully. He walked behind his desk and dropped to one knee to your eye-level. You turned in his chair to face him.

"What happened?" he asked gently. You took a breath and tried to calm yourself down, but when you started to think about why you were upset in the first place, the sobs came back harder.

Without another thought, you dropped out of the chair and threw your arms around Lucifer's neck, crying into his shoulder. He immediately wrapped his arms around you and smoothed his hands over your back in circles.

"Shh, I'm here, it's okay" he cooed in your ear. He let you cry it out on his shoulder, dampening his RAD coat.

"Here, let's get into a chair," he whispered. You nodded and he helped you to stand. He walked you over to one of the chairs in front of the fireplace and he sat first, and without hesitation you sat on his lap. You positioned yourself to be perpendicular to him with your legs dangling over one of his. He leaned back into the chair, and you leaned into his chest, head resting in the crook of his neck. With his arm that was behind your back, he wrapped around you with his hand resting on your outer arm. His other arm was resting on your thighs.

When you finally got settled, you both sat there quietly as you tried to calm down. Feeling Lucifer's steady breathing and slow heartbeat helped in you settling down faster. He waited until your breath quit hitching, and your breathing was even before he spoke.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Lucifer whispered into your hair.

"I-It's nothing. I'm fine now," you said, lying through your teeth.

"As much as you help me, I'd like to help you, you know. You don't have to do everything yourself," he replied.

You were silent after that, knowing it was true. But to burden someone else with your problems was incredibly selfish in your mind. A grimace crossed your face. You really didn't want to complain to the Avatar of Pride about your problems, even if he was asking to hear them. He remained silent as you mulled over your response, and finally you decided to open up.

"I... I'm stressed," you whispered. He used the hand that was around your shoulder to comb through your hair, coaxing you to say more. It finally all spilled out of you, "I couldn't focus on that project in my room with the "study party" going on, so I came in here to find some quiet, and I thought maybe a change of scenery would help me. But everyone got so loud that I couldn't even focus in here either, and then I just got... overwhelmed with everything going on."

You slightly sat up on his lap so that you could look at Lucifer. He looked at you with such softness. In truth, he knew how you felt. He knew the nights all too well where his brothers were bothersome, he still had work to do, and all he wanted to do was sleep.

"I'm sorry. I will be sure to let my dear brothers know of their transgressions, and see they are reprimanded for it," he replied. He saw another tear slip down your cheek, and instinctively he used his gloved thumb to wipe it away. "Is there anything else?"

"I've been lonely. I feel like I'm constantly just at RAD tutoring or at home trying to study and work on my own things," you admitted. "Sure, I see everyone when I'm tutoring, but I'm there to make sure they learn something, not be their friend or hang out," you explained. Lucifer admired that part of you. When you were tasked with something, you took it seriously and saw its accomplishment through.

"I miss being... touched," you whispered. Lucifer tilted his head.

"Like how?" he asked.

"With everyone being so busy I feel like I haven't even had a hug in weeks let alone..." your voice trailed off, realizing you were saying too much. You turned your head away, and then side-eyed Lucifer when you said, "I crave affection, physical affection... a lot."

"Is there any way I can help?" he asked softly. You turned back to look at him again. You wondered if you really could ask this of him, but you also remembered he was offering, so there was no harm in asking.

"Can we... go cuddle?" you whispered. Lucifer nodded. You both left his office and went up to his bedroom. Much to your surprise, the noises in the house had died down completely, and it sounded like everyone was done partying for the evening.

Once in his room, Lucifer turned off the lights and went to relight his fireplace. You removed your outerwear and was just left in your blouse and skirt. Lucifer disappeared into his closet, out of view, and came back in his sleeping robe, but also a set of his lounge clothes for you as well in his hands. You graciously took them and went to his closet and changed. They smelled like him, akin to something like the essence of a forest fire in winter. It resurfaced happy memories of when you two were together, and you actually smiled.

When you came back, one of your favorite records was playing. He sat up against the headboard waiting for you. You crawled into bed beside him, and you both laid down. He laid on his side and pulled you into him, wrapping himself around you tightly. Your face was tucked into his collarbone and chest. You breathed a heavy sigh, one of exhaustion but content.

"Better?" he asked quietly.

"Yes, thank you. This is nice," you replied softly.

"I'm sorry you've been stressed. I really wished you would have asked for help," he said.

"I can do it, it's only temporary anyway," you said, trying to convince Lucifer as well as yourself. He knew of your proclivity for self-sufficiency and stubbornness.

"Maybe, but at what cost?" he asked. That actually did make you think. Your sanity had been plummeting for a little while, and it was starting to show in how you slept in later, skipping meals in favor of sleeping or doing more work. Lucifer noticed that every chance you took, you were downing coffee like it was your life source.

"I'm also sorry you've been... lonely. You need only to ask, you know," he continued.

"I don't have the right to ask anyone to show me affection just because of it," you replied, a little tartly. That was when he pulled away from you just slightly to look at you.

"You can ask it of me anytime you like," he said, his brows slightly furrowed. You looked at him, pensive.

"Why?" is all you asked.

"I can give it to you, and I'm happy to, if it would make you happy. Anything you want, as long as it brings a smile back to your face," he replied, honest. You felt a twinge on your heart. The firelight softly danced across his features, making his red eyes sparkle. You were hesitating to respond.

"I've had time to think things over, and I have resolved myself to just wanting to make you happy, whatever that requires. If you need affection, I'll give it. If you need someone to cry to, I'll be there. If you want...," he paused. "If you want me, I'll give you that too. I'd give you everything I possibly have, and not just when I want your affection."

Your breathing hitched, and it was hard to process. You watched his expression. It was... vulnerable. It wasn't a side you normally got to see, and it touched your heart. He was offering himself fully to you, for the very first time. Even when you two were more intimate, he never opened up like this, as much as you wanted him to.

"But if you want nothing from me, if you simply don't want me around and you told me to leave, and if that would make you happy, I'd do that too, because at least I'd know I did what I could for you," he finished.

Hearing this made you bring one of your hands up to his face to cup it. "I don't want you to leave... ever," you whispered. "When I was keeping away from you after our fight, it was the loneliest feeling in the world. Having you like this has made me very happy," you continued. "I love having you in my life again. But..." you started to say, and a hint of worry crossed his face. "What is bringing all this on?" You wanted to know his intentions were true and not just a ploy of manipulation.

Lucifer took the opportunity to say what he had been holding back for so long. "I've been wanting to tell you, I'm sorry for how I acted when we were together. I see that it was wrong, and I've been disgusted with myself ever since. You don't have to forgive me, because my transgressions are unforgiveable. I hope I've shown you over the last several months that I've changed. Having you like this is more than I deserve," he spilled out. "I don't deserve your kindness," he added.

You blinked up at him, taking in his words. He was genuine, there wasn't a doubt. You didn't know you'd have this conversation tonight, but a part of you was glad to finally have it though.

"Lucifer," you said, "I forgive you."

He closed his eyes and leaned his face into your hand. When he opened his eyes, tears were threatening to fall. This was different. He was different. You chose to remain silent just to let the moment sink in.

Lucifer's mind was going wild. He couldn't believe you forgave him. He knew he never deserved as much. But having your forgiveness filled him with such relief and a sense of comfort, and his chest felt feather-light after having apologized. He just hoped you understood how much he meant it.

"You must be more than an angel to forgive Lucifer Morningstar himself," he muttered. You smiled.

"No, I'm just me," you replied. This time he smiled too.

"Mm, and I am more than okay with that," he said.

It was starting to get hard to keep your eyes open, and so you scooted back in to get comfortable again. You snuggled up into him and wrapped an arm around his waist. He pulled you in as well and curled himself around you. It took you very little time to drift into a deep sleep. Lucifer, for once, found it easy to do the same.

*"Mm, I want you," you mumbled into his lips, eyes closed. You ran your fingers through his hair as he grabbed a hold of your hip, pulling you toward him. He began kissing your neck while taking your leg to pull it over his hip. You were both laying down on your sides, facing each other. His hand ran up and down your thigh, squeezing it.

You pulled him in closer, deepening your kiss. Your tongues instantly met and began their dance, both competing for the lead. He then took your bottom lip into his teeth, gently scrapping it. You softly moaned in approval. His hand grabbed your waist and pulled you in as close as he could, and he began grinding his hips into yours.

"I'm sorry I've been gone for so long, I missed you terribly. I thought about this every day while I've been gone," he muttered against your lips before crashing back into them with his own.

"Show me how much you missed me," you whimpered. He pushed you onto your back and started undressing you with fervor. He then discarded his own and hovered over you. His attack of kisses all over your jaw, neck, breasts, and collarbone was heavenly. He knelt down in-between your legs and wrapped them around his hips. He gently lowered his body onto yours and kissed you again, with his cock teasing your sex. He was pushing against you but not enough to slip in.

"Open your eyes," he said.

You did. That wasn't Diavolo, it was Lucifer above you, about to take you.

You gasped as he slid in, clutching him tighter to you. A whimper escaped your lips, "Lucifer," as he withdrew and slid back in so slowly. It was so intensely pleasurable it was almost painful. Your legs tightened their hold on his hips, making sure he never left the slice of heaven that was your core.

*You were dreaming about Lucifer fucking you.

"Mm," you mumbled in your sleep. You had rolled over to your other side so that now Lucifer was behind you, spooning you, and now you were wriggling in your sleep; it woke him from his slumber. When he slowly opened his still-heavy-eyes, he felt you moving. He saw the back of your head slightly below his chin. You were gyrating your hips and ass against his pelvis and groin. This caused him to instantly shake off the sleepiness and become very aware of what you were doing. His eyes widened when he heard another whimper.

You moaned softly in your sleep, and Lucifer was confused. He propped himself up to see your eyes were closed, and your breathing indicated you were indeed asleep, albeit it was at a faster rhythm. You moaned and gyrated again. He raised an eyebrow, wondering what you were dreaming about, but you answered his question with,

"Mm, Lucifer..."

Now both of his eyebrows were raised. You are dreaming about me in a suggestive way? Interesting, he thought. He looked at you with an amused smile. It was endearing enough on its own that he would be in your dreams, let alone that was what you were doing together. The subconscious could be a rather curious thing. It wasn't difficult for him to admit he was not only intrigued but also turned on.

Out of politeness, he moved back slightly so you wouldn't continue rubbing yourself against him. He watched as you shifted around, and he wondered what exactly was going on. Lucifer technically could look using magic, but that would be an invasion of privacy. He resigned himself to just waiting to find out what transpired when you woke up.

A whimper escaped your lips, and he waited to see what you'd do or say next. Your breath rate increased, as did the number of moans you let out, almost as if you were close to...

But then, your breathing hitched, and your body jolted just a little. You gasped. Your body stiffened up and he saw your shallow breathing

"MC..." he said quietly. You didn't move or stir, so he pulled himself to you again. "Were you dreaming?" he murmured in your ear. You finally turned toward him slightly and looked up at him, the low firelight highlighting his eyes. Blinking up at him, you stayed quiet, studying his face. He raised his eyebrows waiting for you to speak.

"I guess I was," you said quietly. The mix of confusion, bewilderment, and wonder was clear on your face.

"Good or bad?" he asked, tilting his head.

"I... don't know," you replied. The emotions swirling in your chest were conflicting, battling out to see who would dominate.

"Really? That's interesting, considering you said my name," Lucifer replied, a smirk forming. Your jaw dropped.

"I mostly certainly did not," you said indignantly.

"And you most certainly were not rubbing yourself against me while you were asleep either, right?" he retorted, his voice laced with sarcasm and glints of mischief. He wasn't going to mention the fact he could very clearly smell your arousal, though.

Your eyes went wide, and your jaw dropped further. You turned back over away from him and buried your face into your pillow. Did I really? Oh, great hell what did I do? He's never going to let this go. I'm so dead. I want to melt into the floor and disappear. You're so stupid!-

His chuckling interrupted your barrage of self-directed insults. You growled at him, which only elicited more deep chuckles from the avatar behind you.

"You are just too adorable for words, MC," he said. You groaned into your pillow and tried to make yourself as small as possible, inching away from him, but there wasn't that far to go unless you wanted to fall off the bed. The emotion that finally won out was embarrassment. You started to consider leaving to make the walk of shame back to your room.

"MC," he said more seriously now. You remained still and made no motion to speak. "Look at me, please," he said softly. Very slowly, you rolled over to lay on your back, narrowing your eyes at him, still miffed.

"Is that... what you meant by you missed being touched?" he asked. All notes of mockery or mischief were now gone, and his gaze was boring right into your face. He was still propped up on one elbow to look at you.

An intense blush crept up onto your cheeks, and you could feel the burn flashing across your neck, chest, and ears.

"Not... the only thing, but yes," you replied, and you turned your head away from him to look at the wall.

"I see," is all he said. In his mind, he was fighting different voices. One said to kiss you to test your reaction, another said to leave you be, and another kept bringing up what Diavolo said previously:

"You'll have to understand my wariness of you, since I'm also aware of your behavior toward her. So long as her desires and needs are fulfilled, I will have no qualms with you, even if that means she chooses your company, your time, or you for intimacy... But I will not hesitate to make you fall further if you hurt her again or take her away from me."

As you started to roll away from him again, Lucifer gently laid his hand on your arm, to which you stopped and laid back to watch him.

"What... do you want?" he asked, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his laser focus was trained on your expression.

"I don't know," you whispered. In truth, you wanted whatever stupid feelings that came out of that dream to just disappear, because they were complicating things.

You loved Diavolo, without a shadow of a doubt. You would never betray his trust in such a way. He was perfect in every way, from the way it was so easy to trust him, to be playful around him, to tell him exactly what you thought about anything, to the way your bodies matched each other so well, for every turn, touch, lick, and kiss, it was always perfect. He took interest in every aspect of you and your life, and he memorized everything about you so he could be a better demon for you.

But there was that tug, that pull towards Lucifer that made it easy to be around him, to tell him your problems, to let him hold you so the stresses of the world melted away. You let your pride slip in favor of accommodating his, because you were able to circumvent it to help him, and you knew your help was always appreciated by him. Then, there was the physical aspect of being with him that you remembered. He stripped you down to your most vulnerable and carnal desires, nothing you wanted or said steered him away. It only made him more drawn to you; he was obsessed with your brazen and insatiable behavior.

The two complimented your dual nature: One to your bubbly and fun self that found the simplest joys in life to be the most rewarding and had fallen in love with your life and place within the Devildom, the other to your darker side that desired to be submissive and give in to the sins of your mind without judgement, the ones that you fought so desperately to keep reigned in, like taking pride in your accomplishments, being wrathful or lustful, but they bubbled at the surface at all times.

You shook your head. "I can't do that," you replied to yourself.

"Can't do what?" he insisted.

"I can't have both of you," you blurted out.

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Ship: Nogla harem -you know the drill-

Top(s): Evan, Brian, Tyler, Marcel & Jon

Bottom: Nogla

AU: Highschool

Setting: /

Type: Fluff

Warning ⚠️: The chapter that you're about to read contains swearing, flirting, implications of underage drinking, mention of drinking and driving, mention of drugs and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Nogla's pov -

8:45. Just in time.

I glanced away from my phone, looking over to my table.

I had my warm cup of milk-tea, my study books all stacked neatly, my papers filed and ready to be filled out, and my pencils all sharpened perfectly.

I reached for my mug and took a long sip, before setting it back down and letting out a sigh of content.

Study week was nearly over, and there was a big test tomorrow. It took up most of our grades, and many people had been all over the place about it.

Once the test was done with, we'd all have no homework for a month, so lots of people were stoked about it.

There was the people that went out and partied tonight, and there was the people like me, who studied tonight.

The school year was halfway done, so the test was a reflection on what we've learned so far. The teachers all made a big deal about it, though many kids didn't really care.

But I did. I wanted to do the best I could.

It was a miracle how my parents even managed to move us all over to America just a year ago. I will say that this place was nice, but sometimes the quietness of Ireland was missed.

People didn't treat us like freaks, thankfully. Supposedly Americans got foreigners all the time. Me and my siblings did happen to get a few rude remarks, but the teasing didn't last for long

To be honest, I don't think anyone really cared.

But despite us already being in America, I wanted to be productive. With studies, school work, and even volunteering at some shelters, I wanted to do it all.

I know my parents didn't want me to spend my whole teenage years in my room studying or spend my whole days helping walk dogs from the pound. But it just felt like the right thing to do.

Hopefully, I could get a good scholarship and score a great career. To pay back my parents for dealing with all of us, that is.

Being in America was a big deal, and I didn't want to waste my time here. I wanted to do something useful.

I flinched, feeling the vibration from my phone shake the whole desk.

I grabbed it, quickly checking the caller ID.

Andrew. Figures.

Out of half of the kinds of kids that were waiting to do the test tomorrow, Andrew was on the partying half.

He had gone out not even thirty minutes ago. He was popular, so it wasn't a surprise that he was invited. In fact, all of my siblings were popular. Or at least known in school. Wether it be through mutual friends or through social media. Or because they were all unique in their own way and attracted attention easily.

But me? I wasn't so much like them. I was an introvert, so I didn't get out much let alone talk to many people.

I did make a few friends though. Irish friends, in fact. I had more trouble with English than my brothers and sisters, so I had to take a class.

I met Becca, who was Captain of the girls football- or, they call it soccer in America. Sean, who was in the boys soccer team. And Kevin and Dan, who were head of the student council. Though, I'm not sure how Kevin managed to keep his spot in there.

They were sort of popular as well. Which came to a surprise to me when they wanted to be friends. They were nice though, and I really liked them.

I sighed, another ring from my phone pulling me out of my thoughts. I tapped the accept call on my phone, raising it up to my ear.

"What's up Andrew. Ye get AIDS yet?" I asked teasingly, grabbing my mug and taking another sip.

Andrew scoffed in fake offense, laughing lightly.

"Oh feck ye. No, no AIDS...yet. But I do need an itty-bitty favor if ye're not busy Dai." He said. I laughed at the AIDS part, before realizing the soft tone of his voice and cutting myself off abruptly.

"What kind of favor?" I asked, suspicious. Andrew laughed into the phone nervously as I stood up, taking slow paces around the room as I sipped my tea.

"Well, a friend of mine needs a ride-"

"No." I cut him off.

"But Daithi!" He whined. The music blasting in the background was muffled, so he probably went off to a room or bathroom before calling me.

"Absolutely not Andrew, I don't even know t'em! They could kill me fer all I know." I said firmly, rolling my eyes as I waved my hand dramatically.

"Dude, I know t'em. T'ey wouldn't hurt'ta fly." He chuckled, and I swear I heard a female in the background.

"Are ye seriously shaggin' a girl while yer on te phone wit' me right now?" I asked in accusation, stopping at my desk to slam my mug back down.

"God no! It's just Katie. She drank too much an' now she's t'rowing up all in the toilet bowl." He excused. I made a noise of disgust, cringing at the thought.

"How is she already throwing up? Ye guys just got t'ere." I huffed, finally stopping my pacing to take a seat on my bed.

"I guess somebody spiked te alcohol wit' somethin', I dunno." Andrew said, and I could practically hear him shrugging like it wasn't a big deal.

Katie was a bit like me. She didn't get out much, but she still spent time with her friends every so often. Andrew had been taking her with him to more parties recently, and she was reluctant at first but she said she sorta enjoyed it. But she had only been to four parties so far.

"Lord forbid Andrew, if Katie comes back sick or some shiet, I'll hang ye myself." I scolded, pouting at the laugh he gave in response.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever mum. Anyways, can ye do it?" He asked, still waiting for a positive answer. I groaned in annoyance, plopping back into my bed.

"Why can't one of yer ot'er friends do it? Or better yet, how 'bout ye do it?" I asked, frowning in confusion.

Andrew had lots of friends. Lots and lots of friends. He surely had other people that would be willing to drive another friend of his to a party, right?

"Because everyone I know is here at te party. And they're all too drunk ta do jack-shit. Let alone drive." He explained. I nodded at that, agreeing completely.

I didn't like Andrew's friends, but I didn't hate them enough to let them drinks and drive.

"Well why can't ye do it?" I asked, shrugging to myself.

There was a long pause on his end, before I heard a soft chuckle from Katie.

"Daithi...ye were literally the one ta drop us off." Andrew then said. I blinked at the ceiling in relaxation, groaning as they both laughed at my stupidity.

Yeah I my be a study nerd, but I was still simple minded as shit.

"Fuck, ye're right." I said, only earning more laughs in return.

"So can ye do it?" Andrew asked again, making me huff in irritation.

"Andrew, 'm not pickin' up yer stupid friend. Fer te last fuckin' time, alright? I need ta study now." I stared firmly, and before I could hang up, he was already babbling.

"Wait- Daithi, please! I have no other option an' I already promised I'd find a ride fer 'em! He's a good guy, I swear just- just this once? Please? Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top? I'll never ask ye again, I promise! Just do t'is fer me Dai, and I'll do yer feckin' chores for a week." He begged, now sounding desperate.

I thought that over for a few seconds, as the offer sounded tempting. I then sighed, giving up.

"Ugh, fine. But ye owe me yer dessert fer a week as well!" I huffed, hearing a loud sigh of relief on his end.

"Oh, thank ye! Thank ye Daithi, yer a lifesaver! I'll send ye te address in text." He shouted, Katie's laughing getting caught up before I heard her throwing up again and Andrew consoling her.

"Eugh- just, I'll call ye back when I get on the street." I said, gaging in disgust as I hung up and threw my phone down.

I stood up with a stretch, groaning as I moved over to my closet.

I wasn't gonna do much before I left. It wasn't like I knew this guy, and it wasn't like he was gonna remember me.

I yanked a thin jacket from off a random hanger, slipping it on. I was only wearing a tube top, knee highs, and a pair of jogging shorts. It was my usual sleep wear, and I didn't care to change out if it.

I pulled on my shoes, grabbing my phone and keys before I was heading out the room. I made sure to be quiet as I passed the hallway as well, seeing as Aindreas was in his room studying as well.

He was known mostly from his science class. Supposedly he had gotten grossed out when they were dissecting frogs and he had accidentally thrown it at the teacher. Regardless of the embarrassment he had, he got popular from it, but he was just as much of a bookworm as I was.

I hopped off the last step of the stairs, seeing my mum and dad sitting on the couch watching TV together.

The show they were watching was old, evident by the quality. My dad was leaning into the couch seat and my mum was leaning into his side.

I smiled at that.

No matter what happened, they always managed to love each other like they always did. I envied them for that. I knew I wouldn't ever be able to find love like they did. So tied up with studies and volunteer work- not to mention that I don't even know how to talk to strangers.

But hey, I won't find love but at least I'll probably get a good job.

"Hey, I'll be out fer a bit. Going ta see a friend real quick." I said, smiling as my parents turned to see me.

They both smiled back brightly, looking overjoyed.

"Sure thing! Take as long as ye need, love." My ma said, my dad nodding in agreement. I gave them a quick wave, before heading out the door.

I sighed as I shut it behind me, dropping the act as I walked over to my car.

I usually lied whenever I said I was going out. Of course I didn't do it often, but every once in a while it didn't hurt to.

They just always seemed so happy when it came to me and the words 'hangout' or 'friends'. I know they want me to be more social, but at this rate, it ain't happening.

"Damn Andrew and his damn popularity." I hissed, turning the ignition on and pulling out of the driveway.

I knew I couldn't just ask one of my other siblings. It was late, so some were studying, some were off at parties --Andrew and Katie-- and the rest were working late night shifts at their jobs.

Yeah we were already in America, but it was expensive here. And there was lots of mouths to feed, so we all did what we could to help out money-wise.

But God damnit, I just wished one of them were free tonight so that I didn't have to do this shit.

I mean, I could be in my room right now, drinking my delicious tea in my cozy seat, and memorizing all the answers that I needed for the test tomorrow. Of course, I already knew all the answers...

But it was better to be safe than sorry!

***

"Around the corner?" I asked, moving my hand to turn the block.

"Yeah, t'ats te house. Should be grey and white." Andrew said. And this time, the music was loud and clear, and it was harder to hear him.

He must've moved to the actual party when I called him back.

I scoffed, rolling my eyes as I parked in front of the house on the end of the block.

"T'is is America, Andrew. Every fuckin' house in t'is neighborhood is grey and white." I said in a monotone voice, getting a laugh.

"Shut'tup ya prick." I laughed along, shaking my head at him.

I was nervous to pick up this friend of his, yeah. But could you blame me? All his friends were narcissistic assholes that only care about sports and the president. Or the ones he's brought home anyways.

I was scared that this guy would be the same, but even if he was, I'm sure I could handle it. I knew how to stab a bitch if I needed to. And if this guy was daring enough to try and steal my car or some shit, I'll make sure to give him a nice black eye when sending him to Andrew.

"Ahh, yer fine Daithi. They're really open and easily accepting, so don't ye worry about t'em giving ya a hard time." Andrew then said.

I froze, griping the steering wheel and my phone tightly as he finished that sentence.

"Th-they?" I asked, voice cracking on the one word. Andrew was quiet as I looked up at the house, seeing the door open and five dudes step out.

Making their way to me.

"Andrew, ye said it was one guy?!" I whisper-shouted frantically, trying so hard to prevent myself from just slamming on the gas and getting the hell out of here.

"Anyways, thanks fer t'is again Daithi." Andrew laughed nervously.

"Andrew ye selfish cunt!"

"I really appreciate this Daithi, really."

"'M gonna gut ye like a pig!"

"Oh- it's breaking up! I can't hear ye! Anyways, bye now! Safe driving!" Andrew finished cowardly, hanging up.

"Andrew- Andrew, no! Andre-"

I quickly cut myself off as I heard the car doors open, stiffening in my seat when I heard the five guys laughing and talking to each other.

"So then I grabbed him by the head, and I bashed his face against my desk!" Jon exclaimed, scooting into the middle of the backseat.

"Haha! That's what he gets for being an asshole anyways." Tyler laughed.

Oh great. Andrew is friends with the most popular jocks in school...how wonderful.

"Ah, thanks for the ride by the way. Can't catch a break with any drunk bastard anymore." Evan said, not looking at me as he buckled in.

"Mhm." I hummed, coming out more high pitched than it needed to be.

I didn't make any eye contact as I pulled the car into drive, putting both my shaky hands back up to the wheel as I started down the road and back out of the neighborhood.

They were talking. A lot. I could hear myself breathing loudly, but they were loud enough to cover up my borderline fucking anxiety attack that I was having right now.

But as the seconds passed one, one minute became two. And two became three.

At this stage, I realized that they were too busy in their own conversations that they wouldn't acknowledge me. For the first time, I was thankful that I was invisible to any teen that looked my way.

I let out a small sigh of relief, settling into my seat as I drove on to the street.

Just focus on the road. All I had to do was focus on the road for a few more minutes and then I can me home and studying in no time.

***

Okay, I know I said 'in no time', but right now, the car ride seemed to drag on longer than I intended it to be.

For being nine at night, the road was severely packed, and the traffic was like none other. I was almost out of gas, so I definitely needed to take a quick detour to the gas station. And by now, the guys had ran out of things to talk about, so now we were just sitting in silence.

But that wasn't even the worst part. The worst part was, was that they had ran out of things to talk about, so now they were actually paying attention to their surroundings and looking around the car and out the windows and shit.

And it was driving me crazy, because for the last three minutes, I had been physically feeling Evan's gaze burning into my soul from the passenger seat.

I swallowed nervously, looking up at the traffic light as I drummed my fingers on the wheel softly. Hoping to God they would change to green soon.

"Hey, what's your name?" He suddenly asked. I jumped slightly, hesitantly looking at him in question, flickering my eyes between him and the lights.

"Oh- sorry, it's just that your brother never told us." He quickly explained, probably having seen my horrific expression.

I suck at first impressions.

I bit my lip nervously, as I stared at the traffic light. Not seeming as if it was gonna change any time soon, and if it did, we still had a whole traffic jam to get through. I couldn't just ignore the guy.

Plus, he had been the only one to speak in over five minutes now, so the rest of their attention was most definitely on me right now.

"Uh...Daithi. Most people call me Nogla though." I said softly, trying not to come off as too obnoxious.

Because it happened before when Becca was greeting me for the first time. Fortunately for me though, she just mimicked my introduction and we laughed it off.

"Ha! You sound just like him!" Jon exclaimed suddenly, leaning over the middle console to look at me. I flinched at that, managing a nervous smile and nod as they all laughed. I could feel my face burn, feeling flustered.

Oh thank God. Green light.

I tried not to make my sigh of relief audible, lightly stepping on the gas as I slowly moved my way up the road towards the intersection.

And just as I thought we'd all fall into another awkward silence, one of them decided to speak again.

"How come Andrew can't drive and you can?" Marcel asked. It was a weird question. One that was so non-related. But I guess it could just be because he was curious.

I couldn't blame them much though. It was probably weird to be friends with the whole bunch of siblings that came from Ireland, only to be dropped off at a party by the youngest one that nobody even knew.

"Ah, he um...crashed on te first driver's test. He's okay at studyin' but he sucks at actually doin' the deed." I explained, earning a few laughs.

This was all very strange for me, yes, but it seemed like any normal conversation between people. So I guess it wasn't any different from having a quick, friendly chat with strangers.

Like the first time our neighbors decided to greet us.

"Oh shit, he would do t'at." Brian laughed, leaning forward next to Jon to peek over Evan's shoulder at the road.

We were back onto the main street, and the traffic was less intense than back at the stop light. But I still needed to find a gas station, and I'm not really familiar with these rich people streets, so this ride was gonna be long.

Fuck, Andrew really does owe me one.

"Have you ever crashed, Nogla?" Tyler asked, sounding genuinely curious and interested as he leaned forward. I could feel his breath on my neck from behind me, but I tried not to let it bother me.

Or tried not to let it show that it bothered me.

Not that I was grossed out or disgusted by it, but because damnit, these guys were hot and instead of a panic attack, I was having a gay panic and it was not helping me hide my flushed face.

I was probably all red by now. And from what? Just because they're talking to me?!

I must be down bad. Or boy crazy. Neither sounded preferable.

"U-uhm n-no. I uh...I aced it first try." I said quietly, feeling my hands begin to shake a bit again.

Stupid fuckin' stutter.

"Oh wow. No way?" Evan asked, smiling at me as he turned a bit. Trying to face me. I hummed my confirmation, nodding.

"Yeah. It was pretty easy. Never drove a car because we never really needed any in Ireland since everythin' was in walking distance. But it was fairly doable." I said, biting my lip in thought as I drove down the road before a sudden memory came back to me. Making me laugh.

"I- heh, I remember when Andrew first drove, he was in te wrong lane. So when the teacher told 'em ta switch, he did a whole U-turn in ta middle of the street and almost hit a biker. Overall moral of the story, don't let Andrew drive. He sucks ass." I snorted, immediately causing them to error in laughter.

Now that I think about it, these guys were just normal dudes. I've heard all kinds of stuff from other people in school about them. From them being part of a gang, to them having had sex with half the girls in our grade.

Obviously I'm not one to care or believe in rumors, but they still scared me whenever I saw them.

They were just so intimidating with their strong builds and thick bodies. In Ireland, most of the men and boys were either short and chubby, or scrawny and lanky like me.

American kids were more diverse in shape though, so it was definitely alerting when I saw my first body builder. Scared the shit out of me.

The only buff Irishman I've seen, was Connor McGregor. And even then, it was still breath taking.

"Oh man, he's so dumb- ah, no offense." Jon said, holding a hand up in. I scoffed at that.

"Nah, fuck t'at prick. Made me drop studyin' just ta come pick ye guys up." I said, getting a few chuckles or nods of agreement.

"Hey now that I think about it, you probably go to our school too right?" Marcel asked. I hummed, nodding as I turned the street.

"Yup." I said, popping the 'p'.

"Huh...well how come we've never seen ye around?" Brian asked, resting his head on the shoulder of Evan's seat.

"Not a surprise. I blend in pretty easily, unlike my siblings. Not much t'ere is t'at stands out with me." I replied, shrugging. I raised a brow as Evan scoffed, glancing at the others before looking back to me.

"Well I think you do." He said, crossing his arms. Jon hummed, nodding his head rapidly as he did so.

"Yeah, you're like, super pretty." He said, smiling at me. I stared at him in disbelief, before snorting and rolling my eyes. Looking back to the road.

"Yeah. If you say so." I said sarcastically. Jon sat up straight suddenly, no longer leaning his elbows on the middle console, and now looking directly at me. The sudden movement caused me to jump a bit.

"No, seriously! You're really pretty." He repeated, smile now looking completely sincere.

"I can confirm that, yes." Tyler said from behind me, eating from the chip bag he had brought along.

I glanced up at him through the rearview mirror, only to quickly look back at the road when I caught sight of his mischievous smirk.

Now I wasn't sure if they were messing with me. Or just toying with me to get a reaction. But regardless, it made me hella flustered and it was hard to hide my blush this time.

"O-ok...thanks." I mumbled, keeping my eyes straight forward as I continued down main. I then caught a 7-eleven from the corner of my eye, thanking all Gods there was for finally giving me a break.

Because if I didn't get away from these guys soon, they'd surely break my fluster-meter.

"Um, I gotta get some gas s-so 'm gonna stop here fer a sec." I muttered, turning into the gas station.

"Oh shit, good idea. I need to buy beers anyway." Tyler said, moving to unbuckle himself.

Great. God hates me.

I parked at one of the gas pumps, switching the gears. I left the car on, because I didn't this would take long anyways.

Me and Tyler got out, and as we walked side by side, the height difference really was... something.

I mean, I knew that I was a tall fucker. But next to Tyler, I just felt so small.

I shivered slightly, pulling my jacket sleeves up to cover my hands as we walked to the front doors.

"Cold?" He asked, reaching back to pull out his wallet.

No shit.

"Yeah. Wasn't expecting ta get out." I admitted, chuckling nervously. He snorted, his eyes flicking back up and down on me before he met my gaze again.

"I noticed." He smirked. I quickly averted my eyes, feeling my face burn again.

What are these guys doing to me?!

I smiled in thanks as he held the door open for me, and when we stepped inside, I had to fight the thought that he was maybe looking at my ass...

Not likely, but still possible.

I walked over to the cash register as Tyler wandered over to the fridges, looking for his beer.

"Uh, can I have thirty on number five?" I asked softly, gesturing over to the gas outside. The guy hummed, nodding as he took the bill I offered him. He looked to be around my age. Maybe a junior.

I watched as he typed into his computer thing, yelping when Tyler suddenly dropped the two eight-packs of beer on the counter.

"Jumpy much?" He teased, grinning down at me. I pouted up at him, sticking out my tongue as he laughed lightly.

"Would you like your receipt?" The cashier then asked. I perked up at that, nodding.

"Sure." I said, holding my hand out. The guy handed me the small piece of paper. But before I could take it, he grabbed my hand and stopped me. Keeping the receipt between our palms.

"In exchange, could I get your number?" He asked, a wide smile on his lips as he stared up at me. After all, he was was average height to me. So he was at least a few inches shorter.

I frowned, tilting my head at his words.

"What for?" I asked, watching the slight falter in his smile before it went right back to normal.

"To talk of course. You don't wanna talk with me?" The guy asked, sounding disappointed as he leaned closer. I backed up a bit, feeling my face blush as his hand tightened over my own.

"Hey, could you get to me? Or are you gonna stand here all night trying to bone somebody that clearly isn't into you?" Tyler suddenly asked, catching me off guard.

"Bone?" I asked in confusion as the guy let go of me. They both ignored me.

"Right...beer?" The worker asked, for some reason, having a glaring contest with Tyler as he reached for the alcohol.

"Yeah. Beer." Tyler responded coldly.

What the hell was going on?

"I'm gonna need to see your ID." The worker asked, holding his hand out. Tyler huffed, pulling his wallet back out and pulling out a card.

I was even more confused as I saw that his age was different on the card. But I guess it made sense if he was buying beer as a teen.

I just didn't think that a fake ID could look so real.

"Huh...21." the worker said, flicking his eyes between Tyler and the card before he rolled his eyes and handed it back.

"That'll be twelve bucks." He said, pulling out a bag for the beers. Tyler grinned at that, for some reason looking smug and cocky.

I had as to no clue what the hell was going on, but all I knew was that it was more awkward than the car ride. And I wanted to get out as fast as possible.

Soon enough, me and Tyler were heading back out to the car. I grabbed the gas pump as he opened the back door and handed the beers to Jon, hearing various sounds of satisfaction at the cold touch.

"Damn weirdo. You get people like that all the time?" Tyler asked, leaning against the post as I plugged the pump into the car.

"What d'ye mean?" I asked, looking up at him as I locked the pump in place.

"What do you mean what do I mean? I mean weirdos. Perverts." Tyler said, smiling at me in confusion. I just shook my head, showing him that I didn't understand him at all.

"What? What happened?" Marcel asked, scooting closer to the open door as he spoke.

"The cashier tried to flirt with Nogla." Tyler then said, completely catching me off guard.

"What? He wasn't flirting with me. Why would he flirt with me?" I asked in disbelief, laughing at the mere thought that someone would even look at me twice, let alone check me out.

"Well, you're a fairly attractive person. I'd think you get checked out quite a bit." Evan butted in, leaning out the window as he looked up at me. I laughed at that, shaking my head.

"I dunno why ye guys keep sayin' t'at. I'm not attractive whatsoever, so there is no reason someone would be checking me out. Let alone a guy my age. I mean, I get compliments from elders at the old home t'at I volunteer at, but other than t'at, I've never been called 'attractive'." I snorted, turning to the gas to pick which kind.

It was silent as I tapped the buttons, making sure all the numbers were right before I leaned back against the car.

Did I offend them by saying that? Did I make them uncomfortable?

"Daithi." Brian then said. I turned my head to look at him, having to peek over Jon's head to do so.

"You're hot. Okay? We've seen plenty of people here at school. Guys, girls, non-binarys, all of them. You're attractive, so just accept it." He said, tone stern and demanding.

Like that was the final answer and he would beat my ass if I denied it again. I just nodded, feeling my face burn yet again as I looked down to the floor.

I swear I could hear a few of them snickering under their breath. Wether it be from embarrassing me or making me nervous, I'm not sure.

I then flinched as a harsh wind blew past us, sending shivers down my back. I hissed quietly, bringing my arms up to hug myself.

"Want to borrow my hoodie?" Tyler asked, already moving to take it off.

"Oh- n-no, it's okay." I said, giving him a small smile as I waved it off. He huffed, rolling his eye at me.

"Just take it. You came to pick us up half naked anyways. You must be dying." He said, pulling it off his arms.

And though his jacket looked so big and so warm, and it was very tempting, I declined it.

"Tyler, I'm fine." I laughed, immediately realizing my mistake once he froze.

None of them had told me their names yet, so it must be weird why I suddenly just called him by name.

Tyler then blinked, letting out a soft laugh. And I swear to all that is holy, I swear I saw him blush a little.

Though, it could be from the cold as well.

"Look, as pretty as you are without much on, I'd rather you be warm than get hyperthermia and die." He said, walking over to me.

I wanted to disagree on the 'pretty' part, but I had a feeling one of them would just try and correct me, so I left it, and let Tyler pull his hoodie over me.

We were both tall, but the hoodie was way over my size and sagged on my already skinny ass body.

"Damn, I look like a potato." I mumbled, earning laughs from the guys.

"Weren't you already a potato?" Jon asked, grinning up at me. I scoffed, glaring at him unheatedly.

"You shut yer' bitch ass up." I said playfully, making them laugh even more.

"Anyways, we should get goin' now. My brother's probably waiting for me ta drop ye guys off." I said, pulling out the pump and placing it back into it's spot.

Tyler got into the car as I headed over to the driver side, quickly getting in as well and pulling the car out of the parking lot.

***

Soon after, it seemed the car ride went by a lot quicker.

And to be honest, a lot faster than I would have wanted.

The five of them seemed like pretty cool guys- despite what all the rumours had said about them. I wish we could hang out more, but I know that this is a one time thing. They probably wouldn't be caught dead hanging out around me near school.

"Okay, we're...here." I said, scoffing in disbelief as I looked up at the house.

I saw it when I dropped off Andrew and Katie, but I was too busy trying to get back home and study to really look at it.

It was huge. But in spite of that, there was kids piling in and out of the windows, doors, you name it. Lights were flashing, music was blasting, and I felt pity for any kid that stepped in radius of the weed smoke, because I couldn't even stand the stench from here.

"Jesus." I muttered, shaking my head as I unlocked the doors for them.

"What, don't like parties?" Evan asked, smiling teasingly as he opened the door. I laughed, nodding in response.

"Never been ta one, but it certainly looks horrific." I said, getting them to laugh one last time as they hopped out of the car, moving to stand in the sidewalk.

And now will probably be the last time I ever talk to them, so I took their laughs in like they were expensive.

"Well shit, thanks for the ride man. Really appreciate it." Jon said, sticking his hand through the window to ruffle my hair.

I felt my heart beat faster at the contact, but brushed it away, lightly swatting his hand away from my head with a giggle.

"No problem. Anytime guys." I smiled.

Sure. Anytime. As if this will ever happen again.

"Anyways, have a good time studyin' and all t'at shit. Hope you ace yer' test tomorrow." Brian said, reaching his hand through the window just as Jon did. And I expected him to ruffle my hair the same way as well, but he didn't.

Instead, he reached for my hand and held it up, leaning forward to place a kiss to my knuckles.

"We'll be seein' you around." He grinned, surely making fun of my red ass face right now. I held back my inner Gaylord, smiling back and letting his fingers linger with mine before he pulled away.

"Ye too. Make sure ta leave a good review on my Uber profile." I said playfully, making them laugh again.

Ugh, I could get used to that.

"One hundred percent. Five star dawg." Marcel replied back, causing me to laugh as he whipped out his phone and pretended to write a review.

"M'kay. Bye." I bit my lip, not wanting to leave so soon, but I knew they'd somehow convince me to go in and party with them if I stayed any longer.

And I was not dressed in party attire.

"Yeah...bye." Tyler mumbled, looking at me the same way I was looking up at them. It was silent as we all just...stared at each other.

I then cleared my throat, giving them a small smile and wave before I started my drive back home.

The car was strangely silent, and looking into the side mirror, I could see them standing on the sidewalk, staring at my car for a bit before eventually going inside.

God. I already miss them.

***

I sighed as I flopped back into my bed.

I didn't need to go back and pick up my brother and sister. They were staying at a friend's house. Which...kinda sucked.

I kind of wish I had to go back.

I whined in frustration, rolling onto my side and looking over at my desk. Where my abandoned study work was left. Half drunken mug of now-cold milk-tea, empty papers, untouched books, and undulled pencils.

Unused.

Eh, I know all the answers always.

I lazily pulled my phone from my pocket, looking at the time.

10:35.

I huffed, setting my phone back down as I snuggled into my pillows. I yawned, a strong scent of cinnamon and pine hitting me all at once. I frowned, looking down at the blue hoodie.

Oh shit.

I pulled the sleeves up to my fingers, staring at the size difference before I hesitantly brought them up to my nose and inhaled deeply.

Was it weird to be smelling Tyler's hoodie?

Yes.

Did I care?

No.

I shook my head, pulling the sleeves away as I yanked my blanket over me.

Sleep. Sleep is what I need to rid of all these wandering, intrusive thoughts.

***

I grunted, huffing to myself as I tried to get each curl right.

The early morning air smelt nice, the sky was clear and cloudless, and the fucking birds were chirping.

What a perfect Disney into. If only I was a fucking princess.

I was feeling a little giddy today.

The test was in a few hours from now, and- to be frank, I get all excited like before any test because I know that I know all the answers. But for some reason, I felt...extra happy today?

I dunno what it was.

There was a lingering optimistic thought that maybe it was because I was sure the guys would want to hang out today. But I knew it was just my brain having a big fat crush, so I chose to ignore it and think that maybe it was because it a beautiful day today.

I set my comb down, flicking a few curls in place before I grabbed my glasses and slipped them on. I hummed in satisfaction to myself, walking out of the bathroom and into my room.

I walked over to the dresser and checked myself in the mirror, making sure my outfit was perfect.

I had decided to wear something more feminine today. Black, high waisted skinny jeans and a grey, cropped long sleeve. I had on my favorite pair of earrings, and my prettiest rosary.

I never went out in feminine clothes much, because I usually got funny stares whenever I did. Of course being gay was accepted here, and there was lots of kids that were part of the pride community. But I always got uncomfortable with the sudden attention.

I usually wore whatever was the cleanest thing and matched the most. Not really caring. But today, I felt like being nice to myself and dressing up a little.

I grabbed my backpack, and was about to reach for my jacket when I saw Tyler's hoodie from the corner of my eye.

I stared at it, collecting my thoughts before grabbing it and slinging it over my shoulder.

Hey, if I see him, I'll give it back.

I jogged down the stairs, quickly making it out the door and into my car.

My siblings usually left early. Wether it be because of clubs or morning sports training. So they either took the school bus, their own cars, or the public bus.

I drove my way to school, slightly going over the limit.

I'm not sure what was up with me today. I just felt so excited for something. Like I need to be at school now. As if I'd miss something if I wasn't there in time.

I parked in my usual spot. In the corner of the lot and far away from all the other cars. I sighed as I took my keys out, gathering my things quickly before I was out the door and at the front of the school.

The cold air was numbing, and satisfying. Settling my jittery nerves a bit and slowing me down. I slowed my speed walk to a slow walk, taking in the fresh air.

I always liked cold mornings. Of course, American air would never be able to beat flowery Ireland air. But it had it's own perks that made it unique.

Like the soft scent of Starbucks coffee whenever one of the girls passed, or the warm maple syrupy smell when passing near the cafeteria or the teachers lunge.

They'd never top the smell of cut grass and floral delight, but they did their jobs well.

I hummed to myself happily as I made my way to my locker, taking my sweet time.

The inside of the school was much more my style in the mornings. It was always less packed and more open. Creating room to walk around and actually get somewhere.

I lifted my free hand up, running my fingertips along the cold locker doors. I felt a trail of chills run down my spine, the cold tingling my skin.

It's the little things in life that make it worth living, really.

"Hey, Daithi!"

I flinched, jumping out of my thoughts as I heard my name.

I glanced around quickly, looking for Sean or even Kevin. But instead, I saw Brian.

Waving at me.

Fuck.

I flickered my eyes around, seeing more people turn heads as the rest of the guys noticed me.

"Oh shit! Nogla! Come here!" Evan practically shouted, waving his arms like a mad-man signaling SOS on a deserted island.

I smiled nervously, hesitantly waving back as I made my way over.

I mean, I couldn't just say hi and ignore them afterwards. That would probably offend them.

They continued to call me over despite me already doing so, earning me the most attention I've had in my whole life. And it certainly didn't help that more people were coming into the halls. Seeing as how class started in ten minutes.

I felt my face burn as I looked up and saw them again.

Damnit- why do they always have to look so cute?!

"Hey! It's our pretty little Uber!" Jon exclaimed, quickly pulling me into a hug once I was close enough.

Well shit. Even more stares.

"H-hey." I greeted him back, giving him a half assed hug as his own arms were too tight around me.

"Good morning! Did you study well?" He asked when pulling back, fixing my glasses as I stood up straight again. I flushed at that.

"Uh, I actually feel asleep, ta be honest wit' ya." I admitted, chuckling nervously as I noticed a few stares coming my way.

Girls were glaring at me for some reason, and guy were looking at me with blank stares.

Did I do something weird? Did I somehow piss them off?

"Oh shit, did we drain you out? I'm so sorry, we can be a lot to handle all at once." Marcel said, sounding genuinely apologetic. I laughed at that, quickly shaking my head to pass down the assumption.

"No, no! Ye guys are great. I had fun riding with ye...wait, t'at came out wrong." I said, muttering the last part to myself.

Regardless though, they laughed at it. And I found that much better than getting looks of disgust.

"Yeah, it did." Evan laughed. I giggled, nodding in agreement.

"Oh! I meant ta give ye t'is when I saw ye. I forget ta return it last night." I said, sliding the hoodie from my arm and handing it to Tyler.

He stared at it for a few seconds before he looked down at my... stomach? And smiled.

"Hey, what did I say to you last night?" He asked, taking the hoodie and rolling it up. I raised a brow as he did so, watching him in confusion.

"Uh... t'at I was jumpy?" I asked, only making him laugh at me.

"Well, yes but no. I told you, that no matter how pretty you look with not much on, that I'd rather you warm than get hyperthermia and die." He said, almost repeating what he had said word for word.

I was even more confused as he held the hoodie up, and I could actually see his last name on the back.

How did I not notice that before?

I then made a small noise of surprise as he slipped the hoodie back over my head, letting it hang on my figure as he pulled back.

"There. Now your a potato." He smiled, repeating the joke we made last night.

I stared at him in surprise, feeling my face burn incredibly hot. Not even the cold could pass as an excuse I'm sure.

"O-oh." Was all I could say, looking down at the floor.

I couldn't take the hoodie off now. Tyler just put it on me. Not that I was complaining, I wouldn't want to take it off anyways. But it also had his name on it. People wound see. People wound talk. What would they say? They'd think I'm a stupid-

"Did anybody ever tell you that you're cute when you're all flustered?" Evan asked, leaning against the lockers.

I gaped at him, staring at him before I closed my mouth and lightly smacked him.

"Ye guys are mean." I pouted, crossing my arms as I looked at them all.

"How are we mean? We literally complimented ya so many times by now." Brian said, acting as if he didn't know what any of them had been doing.

"Ye guys know what I mean. I'm smart, but I'm not t'at smart. And now I get it, and it's making me feel all weird and flustered." I huffed, moving to walk away, but was suddenly pulled back into someone.

"Aww, c'mon. You love our style of flirting. You never know what's coming next." Marcel smirked, wrapping his arms around me.

"Which is what makes my anxiety spike!" I whined, trying to pry his arms apart but to no avril.

Stupid jock muscles.

"So you do love it, but you hate that you love it?" Jon asked, trying to sound all smart and smug.

"Yes- no. Yes? No- y'know what? Go flirt with someone prettier. I have a test ta take." I finally gave up, slipping out of Marcel's arms as I started to walk away again.

"What if we can't find anyone prettier?" Brian chuckled, walking behind me as I made my way down the hall. Refusing to meet any of the eyes on us.

"I'm sure you'll manage." I said, waving him off as he tried to grab my hand playfully.

"Oh we'll manage alright. Manage our future wedding." Tyler said. Looking as if he felt that was the smartest retort ever.

I groaned loudly as they all just laughed at my embarrassed misery.

Great. Now my crushes for some apparent reason, have a crush on me.

This will definitely not end well.

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Hi!

Sorry for the shitty ending, but I was too tired and it was like 4 AM.

Anyways!

Stay safe, stay healthy, stay beautiful!

Until next time my loves!

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Featured or mentioned characters:

Main -

Nogla - Nogla, Daithi

VanossGaming - Evan

IAmWildcat - Tyler

Terroriser - Brian

BasicallyIDoWrk - Marcel

H20 Delirious - Jon

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JustaMinx - Becca

Jacksepticeye - Sean

RTGame - Dan

CallMeKevin - Kevin

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