Crew From Capulet

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Love Story│2026 1.04 "I Love You"

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And now he was listening to him, and Matthew didn’t know what to do with it. Kay stopped, just as he’d intended, and waited for a reaction. For words that would stop him from leaving? Words that meant Matthew would go with him?

The silence was unbearable, so Matthew said something he would come to regret.

“You better not let me find out you’re selling my shit. Or I’ll come get you myself.”

That was it. Nothing more. He was too stubborn, too weak, to resist cracking one last stupid joke. Kay was hurt, but Matthew did nothing about it.

Instead, he snorted derisively once more—though more at his own behavior—turned on his heel, and disappeared into the night.

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“… Sometimes I miss things being simple too,” Zoe admitted. Though perhaps her old life would not be simple to him, there were rules and expectations and she knew what she was doing. She never had to make a decision. She was a cog in the machine and it had indeed been simple.

“I couldn’t go back, though. I like helping too, and I like the time I spend with you. And… all the rest of it. Seeing things I never saw before, and learning things and fixing things! It’s all so…. so right. I… I’ll keep trying to be less confusing, I’m sorry. I feel like… like this is what I’m supposed to do. I don’t want you to feel left out.“

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Kleitos hummed thoughtfully. "What you are supposed to do. I suppose the Moirai spin us all our places and they have decided to send me on an adventure no hero has ever imagined," he laughed, lighting up and sounding a bit triumphant.

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“That’s okay! Everyone starts somewhere. Flying away is a really good option too.” She offered a warm smile. “You’re already really talented. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with the way you fight. If you want to expand your options, you can! Only if you want, though.”

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Tarrek blushed. "Well...not as talented as you," he stated. "Maybe you can show me how to fight as good as a girl?" he suggested.

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((Started with 19 things in drafts today...down now to 10 lmao Gonna keep working through and hopefully answer them all today, but we'll see. I'm already running out of steam XD

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Which Tragic Love Story Are You?

Aeneas

louis & lestat

[interview with a vampire] you crave love that consumes you, even when it leaves scars. you’re torn between gentleness and chaos, always drawn back into what hurts because the thought of loneliness feels worse. you’re magnetic, haunted, and impossible to resist, living in a cycle of obsession and devotion. even when it destroys you, you stay because some loves are too intoxicating to ever let go.

Tagged by: @engineering-robotics

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WIKI-TEST !

Hermes

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Tagging: @thebrazenandbold(Doreen), @engineering-robotics

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Didn’t she? Damn, there was that voice inside her head again. Nicole swallowed it down, blinking rapidly. They were both falling apart a little. A part of her wanted to flee this conversation, but a hand gripped her heart and trapped her there. She stared at Artimus. Friend, partner in crime, as close to a guardian as she had ever come. Vulnerable.

“Even—even if I don’t deserve it, that’s never stopped… some shitheads.” Maybe that was why she was so sure he deserved her trust. He was the exception. Nicole drifted closer, voice dropping to a low murmur as she leaned in. As if she were imparting great secrets. “If I’m allowed to be an asshole, you’re allowed to be an asshole sometimes.”

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Artimus gave a halting laugh. "I'll remember that...Maybe we should get some loyalty cards and a hole punch. Put up with the other being an asshole four times, you get one for free," he joked. He didn't really notice, but he was shrinking a little, trying to make himself smaller in the midst of his vulnerability.

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After a moment, the apartment door was opened by a tall, angular black woman. She had her hair cropped close to her scalp, and she wore a knit pink sweater with a white cat face on the front. She eyed the visitor with an expression of aloof curiosity.

"State your name and pet allergies," she challenged.

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Tarrek stared at her for a couple of seconds, not quite expecting that series of questions.

"Uh...You must be Nancy, right? I'm Tarrek...No known pet allergies..." he stated.

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The click of the lock meant that Artimus could move his hands, that he could use them for whatever he wanted, but to Aya’s surprise, he didn’t do anything at first.

Had he already gotten used to being used by her? Did being restrained turn him on so much that he wanted to keep pretending he was still tied up?

Not that it bothered her. Quite the opposite. She’d actually just expected something different.

Settling down on him again, letting his cock slide in deep, Aya leaned her head against his and whispered in his ear. “Sweet Artimus, so good...” Teasingly, she ran her tongue over his earlobe before she began to ride him rhythmically.

“I’m so eager to cum...”

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Artimus' eyes rolled back and fluttered slightly at the praise before he moved his hands finally, gripping her hips hard and started to thrust up into her hard.

"Fuck...you feel so good..." he snarled back in her ear. One of his hands slid down between her thighs to tease her clit. "I'm going to make you cum so hard...over and over..."

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When Hermes stated that things wouldn’t go so well for her if they paid the moon a visit, Aya pouted, pretending to be offended by the rejection.

“Then you’d better start thinking very hard about how you’re going to pull off that moon visit for my next birthday!” she chirped, tilting her head with a mischievous grin.

When he kissed her, she smiled against his lips, her fingers still playing with his wet curls.

“Tuscany it is, then. When? Tomorrow? Right now? Let’s make sure we’re clean for our first real vacation.” Letting go of him with one hand, she reached for the shampoo.

“Let me wash your hair.”

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When she mentioned finding a way to get her to the moon his eyes lit up-literally. They started glowing white, his hair lifting slightly in excitement as his 'Invention' domain was invoked and gears started turning.

He was silent for a few long moments before clicking back into focus. "Whenever you want to leave," he offered before leaning closer so she could reach his hair. "Do you want to pack or do you want me to just get you whatever we need there?" he grinned.

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As the blade moved slightly away from his throat, Lian’s eyes flew open. Behind the intruder, he recognized Kleitos standing at the tent entrance. “He—” he managed, trying to pull himself up, but the blade pressed against his skin again in a flash.

“He’s a bloody traitor, did you know that?!” the man shouted, his gaze hardening as he fixed it on Kleitos. “He betrayed us to the Roman forces! The attack on him was just another of his pathetic attempts to set us back.”

Panic flashed in Lian’s eyes. The guy was simply turning the tables. Not that he believed Kleitos would find him credible, but with the blade at his throat, anything could happen.

“He’s got you wrapped around his finger, Spartacus. He’s used his charm to cloud your judgment. I wanted to put him out of his misery and do us all a favor.”

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Spartacus' gaze darkened. "Really? And you thought it better to decide to kill one of my men directly under my nose instead of talking to me about it?" he asked dangerously. "What do you think that would make you? That doesn't sound like the behavior of an ally, does it?"

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"... Right." Well there was no point waiting around. She could feel the blood now, dripping down her leg. Nicole sucked in breath, pushing from elbows to hands. "Well, the worst that happens is I fall. I've done that tons of times."

She raised herself on her knee again, lifting the bleeding leg partly out of the hole. Very carefully, she walked her hands back, easing herself backwards to sit on her one heel and then stretching out her good leg to sit even further back. Her bent knee scraped against more broken wood. The floor creaked menacingly, but did not give.

One leg stretched out atop the wood. One dangled, bent at the knee. She eyed the gashes in her thigh and the blood staining her jeans. "Damn," Nicole breathed, and put her weight on her hands so she could carefully pull her remaining leg from the floor.

She dropped back with a sigh, legs straddling the hole as she starfished atop the floor, and blinked up at him with exhausted relief.

"Floor's broke."

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Kyle sat with his entire body coiled tight, watching her every move. Once her leg was free and she laid back he finally exhaled.

"Yeah, no shit..." he huffed with the faintest hint of amusement. "...I'm gonna drag you back a bit, alright?" he asked, reaching out to take her wrist, his other hand sliding behind her head before pulling her back carefully a few inches to get her off the worst of the rotten boards and then he pulled her into his lap, curling around her like he could bodily protect her.

It was a silly position really, she was nearly as big as he was but his heart was still hammering and he just wanted to keep her safe.

He looked down at her injured leg and plucked some of the pieces of wood away.

"...You okay?" he mumbled.

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Her smile dimmed, gaze dropping to the couch between them. Her mother had said she loved her. At least once. It was hard to remember, the moment faded by pain and by time. She’d all but forgotten. Her words were so often harsh and unforgiving, but… she would say it was for Nicole’s sake.

The difference was, she would never have admitted to screwing up. Not a day in her life. That realization comforted Nicole, for a reason she could not put to words. There was a difference. She hadn’t been crazy.

Her breath released in a harsh sigh.

“S…. sorry for picking on you.”

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Tarren laughed. It wasn't overly loud of flamboyant, just genuine amusement as he reached out again to hug her tight.

"You never were picking on me. You were just giving me shit," he stated. He never took it personally or too close to heart, so it didn't bother him. "But I appreciate the apology."