Acropolis Trio Multi-shot: Chap.1

"Urgh." The groan passed through her lips as she stretched her sore back muscles after her grueling workout. Man, Beros thought to herself, that was stupid. She recalled her decision to skip the stretches and go straight to crunches. On the bright side though, I am doing pretty good, the thought emerged. Admiring herself in the floor-length mirror, she quickly decided to hop in the shower before she got the preparations for tonight ready. Grabbing her clean clothes and towel, the demon headed into the connected bathroom and set the water for a nice, warm shower to soothe her strained muscles and relax after a fairly stressful day at work. All those fukin complaints, she remembered with irritation, sliding into the tub. Her tail twitched as a vein throbbed in anger.

Grabbing the bands holding her twin tails in place, she yanked them out and let her hair down, staying on top of the water like a water strider. Taking a small breath of air, she laid down, completely submerged in the water. The feeling of floating dulled her senses, cutting down the sensation of pain and all around calmed her nerves. How she wished she could stay there for days. But, I kind of need to breathe, she thought, her lungs growing tired. She raised her head out of the water, but left the rest of herself immersed in the translucent liquid. Glancing below, she saw a handful of bruises from her naturally reckless behavior, most pretty well gone, but a few on her hips and thighs from a few…. how shall I put this- meetings with one of her boyfriends- that were still fairly new, less than a week old, not to mention the few bite marks that marked her skin.

Fondly recalling said interactions, Beros thought back to a few months ago when 'spending time' with Goyle (her partner/boss) seemed unrealistic and would have caused her to be more flustered than 12 year old girl meeting Taylor Swift, blushing and stammering more than said fangirl.

She flushed, remembering the awkwardness after a party, where a bowl of spiked punch caused her to blackout and wake up next to a half-naked demon in her bed- her boss to be exact. Thankfully, she had already scheduled PTO since her Dad had finally finished his prison term, after 10 FUKING YEARS. And it was a little less awkward after the week of catching up, but there was still an awkward tension, albeit far less obvious.

Still though, she said internally, that was pretty awkward. The encounter in question was also the night where wearing white to her wedding would a bit of a lie. Hell, in even in her half-drunken state, she was still a little worried, but Goyle was panicked, apologizing profusely and saying he didn't know, yadda yadda yadda. She didn't mind at all; She actually was kind of glad. She had liked him for so long, and she could show him that she didn't care about purity or chivalry- all she cared about was him.

"Ow ow ow ow ow ow," the snake-tailed demon quickly mumbled as her lower half of her drunk self registered the pain of being impaled by a certain organ of the one currently towering over her, a look of shock on his face. "Well, it's official- even if you are drunk, it still hurts." Despite the fact her remark was meant to lighten the mood, the twinge of pain was evident in her voice, and made her sound almost as though she were trying not to scream in pain. "OH GOD. I'm so sorry, I didn't- you didn't say- I thought-" "I wasn't a virgin? I've had girlfriends and 2 boyfriends- one who was ace and the other would only do it the other way." Beros said in a mostly flat voice. "I didn't mean to- You just- I just wanted to-." He continued to fumble with his words for a few moments, Beros' irritation growing until- what had to be for the 48th time that night- she grabbed him by the back of his neck, bringing their lips together for a duel, their tongues dancing in a series of hypnotic movements until their lungs screamed for sweet oxygen, sweat glistening on their connected forms from the sweet heat.

After just a moment longer, she let go, separating the two of them to greedily gulp the air up, panting like a Husky in the Gobi Desert. "Look, don't freak out. It's not that big of a deal." "Yes it-" She quickly put her finger against his lips to prevent any further interruptions. "No, it isn't. At least, not to don't freak out, okay? And, before I sober up, let me get this off my chest." She took in a deep breath of air before- "I've liked you for a really long time!" She confessed, feeling both relieved and at the same time, completely stupid as she shut up her eyes tight, absolutely dreading the elders reaction. God, she thought, middle school all over again. She couldn't hardly remember the kid's name, but the awkward, familiar feeling of telling what's-his-face she liked him crept up on her.

Biting her lower lip, she cracked open an eye and….. instantly regretted it, registering Goyle's reaction of widened eyes but an otherwise unreadable expression. "You know what, just forget I ever said that." She said, adjusting the tilt of her head to where her bangs covered most of her face, hopefully masking her blush. "Let's just forget any of this ever happened and-" She had fully intended to finish her sentence, but was cut off by Goyle's soft lips, capturing hers in a sweet, gentle, passionate kiss. This kiss wasn't nearly as long, but equally desperate. When the kiss was broken, a look of shock was on Beros' face, but a gentle look of elation was on his. "I'm glad to know you feel the same way."

Beros fell onto the mattress, absolutely exhausted, and absolutely satisfied from the recent 'event' with her boss, although the part of her mind that was mostly sober registered she'd probably wake up feeling pretty crappy. He was lying on top of her thin, muscular figure and they were both desperately gasping for air. After a few minutes, their breaths slowed to simply unsteady breathing. "So, how long?" The older of the two demons asked the other. Again, she tilted her head to where her bangs and now-loose pigtails was covering most of her flushing face. "W-well," She stuttered, "since about a little after 'The Incident'." Beros replied, gesturing to the matching scars they had on her hip and his forehead. His eyes widened from their half-mast position in realization. "So, for-" "2 years. Yeah." She reaffirmed.

"Well," He said, growing closer, his hot breath tickling her neck. "I didn't believe in 'love at first sight' until I saw you." Her skin turned such a bright shade of red, Beros was certain a scalded tomato dipped in ketchup was colorless compared to her flushed face and ears. "Heh, you're so red." He said, teasing her. Realizing what Goyle had just done, she turned a different, lighter shade of red, closer to a pink color. "You ass! Don't mess with me like that!" She scolded the older of the two of them. "I'm sorry, not really. But it's payback for messing with me ALL NIGHT. But I am telling the truth; I've felt the same for a long time." He clarified. She looked at him right in those stunning dark amber eyes she'd often daydreamed about when she got bored or lonely, and such a look of compassion in his smiling eyes made her want to jump for joy. Grinning, she spoke softly. "You're an idiot. You know that, don't you?" Then she looked a bit closer. "You look strange without your glasses. And your hair's not as spiky." She acknowledged. "Is that a good strange or a bad one?" "Very good," She almost almond shaped eyes narrowed as he intoned in a voice that sent chills down her spine. "Compte tenu des événements de ce que vient de se passer, je l'ai le sentiment que vous vous sentez différemment, ma chère*." His dipped down to kiss and lightly graze her neck with his rather pointy eye teeth. "Stop, you dork, that tickles." She giggled at the sensation as his nose glided along the sensitive skin lining her throat.

Remembering that night, she couldn't help but smile fondly at the memory- not to mention the surprise of finding out Goyle spoke French. And that did come in handy many times.

* "Considering the events of what just happened, I have a feeling you feel differently, my dear." (I used Google Translate for this, so I'm not too sure it's accurate. Feedback would be appreciated.)

Now if you don't agree with me, don't bitch about it like a 3 year old who wanted a lollipop but didn't get it. I polyship Beros, Goyle and Braz. I believe they would have a good relationship, care for each other, and all around make each other happy. Goyle x Beros, Beros x Braz, and Braz x Goyle are ships I support, but I believe the 3 of them are compatible. This will be a multi-shot about their relationship and I may publish a series of drabbles of the same topic should I receive the necessary support and time to do so. I have many headcanons for the characters of the shows if you want to know. While it's mostly XS, reblogs, and my shitty art, go ahead and check out my Tumblr: I'll post Blood Lad stuff once in a blue moon, but asks would be replied to and I'd be more than happy to post headcanons, my ships, etc, per your request. I don't have much else to do, BUT I AM IN SCHOOL. Just because I don't reply immediately doesn't mean I won't; I'm often busy. Go, and spread your obscure anime preferences with the Internet. -#1O (No.1 Otaku)