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Hit me with the ancient grease
Yuta kneels amidst the children of the gods, petrified, his heart pounding in his chest. The linen of his chiton sticks to his skin in the worst way, and he can feel the marble floor digging into his knees. Before him, their benefactor stands, his robe brushing the floor in a vibrant purple, his head tilted slightly to the side. Yuta knows, because he can see him reflected in the polished floor, the floor Yuta himself had polished that morning while speaking in hushed tones with Garcia.
"You are the son of a soldier and a seamstress," Regal says quietly, his voice echoing off the walls of the room that always put Yuta slightly off. Now, with it filled with the god-children, his stomach is cramping, and the wine he'd had with his lunch is hot in his belly. "But I chose you for this house. Do you know why?"
Yuta swallows past a thick tongue.
"T-to serve the house, sir," he says, his skin prickling. Somewhere, he feels Bryan watching him, his eyes shining and cruel, so unlike the softness of Achilles' gaze in his temple. Mox shifts - Mox is always shifting, unable to stop, moving this way and that. And Claudio.
Claudio is there, too.
Claudio is watching him, too.
"You would be," Regal says, then pauses, and in the reflection of the floor, Yuta can see his smile, "incorrect."
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Golden Lovers in the coffeeshop? If that doesn't spark joy, then just Kenny in the Coffeshop?
(Coffeeshop AU let's gooo)
Kenny is alerted by the sound of horrible Japanese in a southern accent. He blinks himself from his previous thoughts and looks up from the sink to see Him.
His eyes are so big and blue that it's infuriating, and Kenny wants to grab him by the sides of his face and shake him like a Magic 8 Ball. And, okay, maybe Bryan has a point that Kenny's feelings aren't exactly normal, that he loves like an understimulated toddler, but his point stands that it would be nice to grab the cowboy by his hair and pull. It would fix him, he thinks, from the funk he'd been in.
Kota takes Adam's order with his ever-present encouraging beauty, and Kenny. Pictures them together.
He pictures them together a lot. Since the cowboy started coming in a few months ago, in fact, and Matt mentioned off-handedly that it was sweet how Adam had started learning basic Japanese to communicate with Kota when most of their regulars just rattled off their orders in English and hoped that Kota caught enough of their words to put it together (then there was Yuta, who would come in for the sole purpose of gossiping with Kota in Japanese about Claudio; one day, Kenny is going to tell Yuta that Claudio understands perfect Japanese).
Kenny is pulled from his thoughts once again when Kota turns around, beautiful almond eyes looking him over.
"Coconut latte," Kota says, "hot, with extra foam."
"Ah, yeah," Kenny replies, and he can feel the way Adam looks at him from over the counter. Not brave enough to meet his gaze, Kenny turns and starts pouring milk into his frothing cup.
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PPC PPC!!!!
Should you feel like it of course
(Gonna catch your little guy in a net)
The smoke mixes in Yuta's lungs and he breathes it in deep, smelling Eddie all over. In his pocket is his phone, which buzzes with another text from Daniel about how annoying his new professors are, and how much he misses going clubbing without his dads harping on him for getting his university work done. Yuta wishes he could care, he wishes he were a good friend to Daniel right now, he wishes he could focus on him.
"He ain't retiring from you, bun," Eddie says, fingers rubbing lightly up and down Yuta's arm, his other hand dropping to his lap, the cigarette smoking a thin stream of vapor up into the air. "He's just retiring from this." Eddie lifts that hand again to motion around them, and the smoke appears in a series of ribbons, twirling through the air.
He's referencing the Club, the work they do, clients. Which is fine. Yuta's not upset, he knows Bryan's growing older, he knows he wants to focus more on his reading, but. It's not any of that.
"...He seems to like the new guy a lot," Yuta says, picturing a blonde-haired, blue-eyed man with a boyish smile that was easy, a body that was toned, a sugary sweet hesitancy that reminded Yuta of Daniel. Yuta wonders if he's the only one who looks at the new guys and thinks of Daniel.
"Ah," Eddie says. "The brit."
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hello, I am Extremely interested in the Ancient Greece AU 👀👀
The bath is large, and Yuta can imagine it was built for all the men who reside in the home. The other fighters who have thus far not given Yuta any attention, leaving him hungry, starved. Claudio, however, is feeding him.
Yuta is fed.
“Have you sprinkled the salts?” Claudio asks, and Yuta nods, keeping his eyes on the marble that abuses his knobby knees. He hears the sound of a robe shifting, then the fabric is dropped in front of him. He can feel the man’s heat from here, smell the sweat and dirt and blood from the amphitheater.
Claudio says nothing as he takes a step down, then another, until Yuta feels comfortable looking up. He watches as the man lowers himself into the pool, a muscular ass dipping under the steaming water, then half of a sculpted back. When the man sits, Yuta pulls himself together, letting his lurid thoughts out of his mind as he gathers Claudio’s warm robe and sets it aside.
“Stay with me,” Claudio commands, and Yuta hesitates, looking at the basket of dirty rags. He ought to take care of them now, or else…. Claudio leans back against the edge of the pool and he fixed Yuta with perfect, chocolate brown eyes, the visage of a god-son. “Please?”
And the very fact that it is the son of Aphrodite is saying please to him, him, that Yuta slides back to his knees beside Claudio’s shoulder.
“I will stay, then,” he agrees softly.
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Coffee shop au
"Coffee does...different things for different people," Kenny explains, sitting beside Adam. It's quiet in the coffee shop, the rain pattering on the windows, making the LEDs streaky and painting the walls like wet paint.
Adam leans over on Kenny and it's maybe the most they've touched in days, the most Adam's let Kenny hold him up in days. The lattee sits on the table in front of them, untouched, cold.
"It's a comfort for some people, because it's part of a routine. Some people like it for the aesthetic of holding the coffee. ...You asked me why I'm a barista when I don't drink coffee. It's because it does something else for me."
Adam's hand slides over onto Kenny's forearm, tracing down a thick vein. He follows the map of his skin until he's at his hand, and they slowly lace their fingers together. Gently, Kenny squeezes Adam's hand.
"I get to make people happy," Kenny says to his silent companion. "I can make something that makes people happy."
"...You make me happy," Adam whispers, like an apology.
"Yeah...but I make you sad, too."
Kenny loosens his hold on Adam's hand.
"Coffee never makes anyone sad."
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It's Chuck Day so let's throw it back to this moment during the Chikara days. Also Chuck wearing Fire Ants merch <3
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It's Dustin Day!
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the gang's all here
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Come along tall goth husband we must pretend we aren’t in love
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"Hi!" - Chuckie T
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you guys should check out this band Rush… pretty good
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Happy Birthday Chuck Taylor!
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Ugh, whatever (breakdances on you)
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The way that they are selling this as an extra extra serious injury is why I'm not shying away from the likely thought that Bryan and Will are turning this into an angle.
#bryan hasnt had a blonde brit named Will fuss over him on camera enough lately#also i second the sentiment just remember how they acted when Hangman almost broke his neck#you couldnt see shit and they focused on everything else#if you can see the injury it is always half as bad as theyre pretending#AEW#Dynasty 2024
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