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" it was diplomatic! " they throw up their hands, groaning as they sink further into their chair. yorra should have known that telling him was a bad idea - they would've told their father regardless of how good or bad the idea was, or sent maze to tell him in their place - but they figured that (for once) they'd do the respectful thing and come tell him themselves. honestly. the things they did for their father. " they said they wouldn't make any agreements with me unless i beat them in a fight. what was i supposed to do? "

@stubborngods asked: “Well, we kind of tried to kill each other in a duel to the death.” (yorra to lotor. local child commits crimes what will he do.) // send memes !

"i'm sorry. . . you what??" he turns to look at them, brows furrowing. arms cross over his chest as he studies his child. "you were supposed to be there to have diplomatic discussions." he raises a hand to rub his temple, eyeing them. "please tell me you didn't kill them." that would be the most logical route of thinking if they were here to tell him this, right? "i. . . don't let your mother hear about this, but i am proud of you but love, you cannot just challenge everyone you have a disagreement with to a duel to the death. we're going to run out of people to keep the peace with."

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"I told you I can be convincing when I need to be!" (Bill)

bill snorted, glancing from his brother's girlfriend to the empty ministry office. he had to give credit where credit was due, didn't he? " i'm sorry i ever doubted you, hermione, i'll never do it again, i promise. thanks. "

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❝ if i ask for your help are you gonna make a big deal out of it? ❞ (for Calliope?)

the movement of callie's head was almost too exaggerated to be real, but a nod was a nod. besides, helping meant favors, and favors meant cashing them in later when she was stuck in a tight spot she couldn't get out of on her own. those were important, or so her dads said. " i make a big deal out of everything, why should this be any different? " they replied - a question for a question. waving their hand, they motioned for joss to go on. " what exactly do you need my help with? "

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"Those are bold words for someone in stabbing range." ( from emma to neal )

his gaze drifts over to her, voice deadpan even as his eyes dare her to try. " if you're gonna stab me, em, at least stab me somewhere it'll kill me. "

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[ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( for Draco - a st Mungo’s charity gala or something idk haha )

the amount of time he had spent at parties exactly like this one throughout his life was, frankly, absurd. draco had been to countless different galas over the years - first, trailing at his mother's heels; then, walking at his father's side; and now, by himself. but he still went, still got dressed up and attended, partially because he had nothing better to do, partially because it got him out of his apartment. but mostly he came to see her. he had always enjoyed the shift from working hermione to this hermione, after all. it was truly a feat that they managed to tear their gaze away from her outfit long enough to lift their eyes to her face, a slow smile gracing their lips as they grabbed two flutes of champagne off a passing tray and held one of them out to her. " you clean up nice, granger. " draco murmured, taking a slow sip of his drink.

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" very helpful, thank you... "

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“  They should invent a being alive that isn’t so difficult. ”

"I'm pretty sure that's just dying..."

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they let out a soft moan as his lips trail over their skin, hands slipping down and grasping the edge of his shirt to pull it up and over his head. nails drag over his abdomen and then up and up until she can pull him back by his hair to place a searing kiss against his mouth that's just full of promises for tonight. they roll their hips against, grinding down on his lap as they search for release. " fuck, sora, " yogen groans as they gasp for breath, hand still gripping his hair and holding him in place, " i want you so bad, baby. . . "

He pulls her closer by her hips, planting more soft kisses and nibbles on any exposed skin he could get to. All he wants right now is to be with her.. to have her right against him and never be apart again.

But.. forever can’t happen, not as things are. So.. for now? He tightens his grip, moaning a soft sound as she rolls her hips. “Fuck.. I’m yours for the night.. I don’t have patrol.. I’m all yours~”

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" i wish you could have loved me when it mattered. " from tomura to nana

" i would have, " she half-whispers, voice so quiet it's a wonder her grandchild can even hear her. " if only i had known of you, tenko, i would have loved you, if you would have let me. "

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❛ you're depressed, and you're high. that's what we've figured out today. ❜ (ikari)

" okay, so, first of all, fuck you. second of all, fuck you. and LAST of all, fuck you! " she's offended. affronted, even. ikari is not depressed. high, maybe, but not depressed.

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❝ that’s mine! that’s mine! ❞ @ hibiki !

" mine, mine, mine! " they mocked, echoing the word back over and over as he darted away from his little sister with a notebook - her notebook, admittedly, but hibiki was nothing if not committed.

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for a second, for the longest second, yuuri just stared at her brother with her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. there was a pause, before the girl reached out and wacked him on the side of the head. " shut up. you are apart of this family. "

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"Of course I care. You're my family." (ur choice)

"Sometimes it doesn't feel like i am, okay!" Kenzo shouted at Yuuri; they'd been knee deep in an argument when the words tumbled out of his mouth like word vomit. The words shut him up immediately after, a wave of regret hitting him soon after.

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eyes traveled over his face, blue-green and glass alike, as a hand reached up and grasped at the vampire's chin. claws dug in - not enough to pierce, but enough - and turned his face to theirs as they leaned in almost close enough to kiss but not quite. a hum broke from the tiefling's lips. " i dunno, " promise murmured, tilting their head. " coulda fooled me. "

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"You're a terrible flirt you know." (promise to astarion)

"Oh darling, Ill have you know im a wonderful flirt" Astarion boasted, though the doubt in his eyes made itself disgustingly apparent. He was a great flirt, thank you very much.

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the victor snorted a laugh at her frankly useless display kindness. they both knew she was just being nice, and haymitch - for all his denial of the fact - knew that effie trinket would not be caught dead in such a garment. " yeah, i'm sure you will. "

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"Keep it. It looks better on you." (haymitch to effie >:))

"Oh! Dear how... sweet of you! I'll keep it right— here!" Effie said, carefully setting the truely horrendous looking sweater aside; god knows its most certainly not her color.

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ailani was more than used to patching up other people. her dad, master of a chef that he was, still occasionally burned himself and her mom was useless with a human first aid kit, so it most often fell to her to help him out. besides, she was the oldest. if mom and dad weren't around, it was up to ailani to patch up her siblings. and she did, every time. still, patching up her uncle was a bit different than her little siblings. lance didn't cry like sika did, or pretend like nothing happened at all like dan, or pretend that it didn't hurt like carlyn. (but, then again, ailani figured that uncle lance had had much worse wounds than a cut up hand, much worse scars from much worst things than trying to catch a dropped blade. " does that mean you're gonna tell dad about why you have bandages on your hand? because you know he'll ask, he always does. "

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"yeah— yeah, it's okay, just do it," he urges gently, trying to stay as still as he can. his hand trembles lightly as she holds it and he silently curses himself. he had been training with a new blade and had gotten lost in his thoughts, so focused that he hadn't heard aliani come in to tell him dinner was ready. his blade had slipped, and like an idiot, he had tried to catch it rather than just let it fall to the ground.

"it looks worse than it is, i promise. if i needed stitches, you'd know. look, it's not even bleeding as much." he tries to fill the silence, anxiety bubbling in the pit of his stomach. he does his best not to wince when she applies the hydrogen peroxide. he offers her a reassuring smile as she starts to clean up the wound. "this is nothing, 'kay, kiddo? aaaand we definitely don't have to tell anyone else about it."

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hitoshi can't help the noise that slips out of their mouth as they finally get something in the form of denki's lips against their skin. the cold air of the room is nothing compared to the overwhelming heat surging throughout their body as they peer down at him with wide, pupil-blown eyes. " fuck, den, please, " they babble, hips arching off the bed to try and get some sort of relief. " i need you... "

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please touch me. please, i'll do anything. (hmmmm what if.... hitoshi n denki...)

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The begging. It always gets to him. As much as he loves playing and dragging things out, but the moment they beg him for it, that’s when he can’t help himself.

“Toshi.. you really want this? You’re ready~?” there’s a soft giggle before he moves slowly downward, tugging on the hem of their shirt. “This has to go then, and..” He licks his lips, smirking a bit as he gently raises their shirt before planting soft kisses on his waist.

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at last her knee rests close enough to grind against, to provide some form of friction that ayame so obviously wants judging by the moan that spills out of her. the pull of his hair gets another groan, teeth scraping against her skin as their fingers tighten in her hair. her lips move to ayame's ear, breathing out, " anything? that's a dangerous promise to make, aya. . . " teeth nip at her earlobe as she plants kisses to just about every inch of the model's face - her cheeks and her head and her nose and her eyelids - before finally making it all the way back to her mouth. hibiki kisses her slow, murmuring, " what do you want, huh? i wanna make you feel good. "

the giggle makes hibiki smile again her mouth but the tug, even as gentle as it is, elicits a groan that he presses into ayame's mouth as he kisses her harder, weight shifting around as he moves his hand to tangle it in her hair, holding her in place as the musician kisses her long enough that even they're struggling to breath as they pull back. teeth nip at her bottom lip with a playful bite upon pulling away before diving back in again, pressing soft kisses to her jawline, knee shifting, closer and closer to giving her whatever friction she so desires, but not quie there yet. her free hand slides under ayame's shirt, cold fingertips ghosting over her areola but never touching her nipple directly as she toys and teases. they speak against her skin, after sucking a hickey on the underside of her jaw and moving on to kiss her neck, " you're so pretty, ayame. i've been thinking about tasting you for months. . . "

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❛ i had to be in an era with choices and rights. ❜ ( percy @ vesper! )

they had to physically bite their tongue to keep from blurting out the first thing that came to mind - that thought being that, well, didn't he make the world a better place withe the choice he made? wasn't that the whole point? vesper frowned, glancing from their father to their alchemist supplies and back again, picking up a potion at random from the table and swirling it around, watching the colored liquid swirl around in the bottle. yellow in color, so it must either be a potion of levitation or a potion of aid, but they couldn't be completely sure until they tasted it. or maybe they could convince one of their siblings to taste it? they'd have to ask. " and did you not use the resources available to you in that era so that i could do the same in this one? the choices you and mother made ensured that we all have futures, did they not? i simply want to continue the legacy, father. "