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leohtttbriar · 6 months

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the way the camera lingers on jadzia for so long after this moment, how so deeply pleased kira is with the memory of her mother at the beginning of the episode and how deeply pleased jadzia is with kira's pleasure, got me thinking about how i really wanted them to have a parallel conversation at the end of this episode, given how open jadzia is as a person and how frustrated she gets with absolutist ethics and how open they are with each other. i just think there was one single missing conversation in this episode and jadzia would've worked in that position, provided kira with something that maybe sisko couldn't, as a creature mostly focused on what is "interesting" and "fun" and pleasurable.

so i wrote it of course and decided the intimacy i most wanted to see from them in such a scene is the sort of intimacy of two people who have been each others' companions for a very long time. which made me think about how the dax symbiont is jadzia's lifelong companion and how dax and kira and the symbiont all have a specific attitude about the body and how jadzia was the only voice speaking for kira's ownership of hers...that's love, is what i mean. said "missing scene" below:

jove's doom is void (ao3 link)

There was an observation window near one of the radiation labs, curving against the plated wall of the Station like a forgotten eye on the back of one’s head. In such an uncomfortable little corner of Deep Space 9, few people stopped and worked and noticed. But Kira noticed.

She sat in front of the window on the floor, straining in the relative darkness to see as far as she could into the depths of the universe, because what else was she supposed to do? If she closed her eyes, all she saw was her mother’s face and all she felt was the rough line of her mother’s scar under the pads of her fingers and all she could smell was food.

“You’re going to have to talk to me eventually,” said Jadzia. She had been silent for much longer than Kira expected her to be, after finding her by the window and plopping down by her side. She’d been busy tracing the lines on Kira’s left hand and wrist, astutely sensing that that was all the touch Kira could yet handle.

“I’ve already talked,” said Kira, keeping her eyes on the darkness.

“You told me what happened,” countered Jadzia, her fingers still strong on Kira’s skin. “Not how you feel about it.”

“No, I’m sure I mentioned that.”

Jadzia huffed, always amused, but she didn’t let Kira get away with it. “You said you told Benjamin about all this, too,” she prompted. “What did he have to say?”

“Something wise.”

“Hmmm,” said Jadzia, tapping her chin with her free hand. “Doesn’t sound like him…”

Kira looked over at her, at the tilt of her mouth and the attention of her eyes, and sighed. “He said,” she glancing down at her hand in Jadzia’s lap. “He said that she did make a hard choice—that she chose to protect us in the best way she knew how.”

Jadzia was quiet again and Kira let her gaze blur, curling her hand slightly to keep Jadzia’s fingers still.

She couldn’t shake the feel of her mother’s hair or the sound of her breathless voice as she ran to the table piled with dinner. A desperate, pathetic thing—no more or less like the little girl she had shaken hands with, her own young self, starving in a cave and still trusting her parents to eventually save her from it. To innocently hide a scar on one’s face, to exclaim over fresh fruit, to find relief in a new dress…Kira found none was the behavior of a woman so often described as brave.

“Not really a choice, though.”

Kira’s fog briefly cracked open at Jadzia’s tone. She turned to look at Jadzia’s face, who was pressing her lips together and avoiding her eyes and smiling straight-on, the way she did when she wanted to keep presenting as amicable because she didn’t quite want to express her true thoughts.

“What?” Kira asked.

“Nothing,” said Jadzia, tightening her smile. She squeezed Kira’s hand gently. “Ignore me. I just want to be here for you.”

“But what did you mean?” Kira pushed.

Jadzia took a deep breath in and then said, “Benjamin was tiny bit mistaken.” She shrugged awkwardly. “I wouldn’t call it a choice.”

Kira removed her hand from Jadzia’s grasp and turned to face her, sliding back on the floor until her back hit the wall just beneath the observation window, her eyes falling over the strange refracted light on Jadzia’s face from distant stars—shining behind and around the wormhole.

“You think she was coerced?” asked Kira, watching Jadzia’s expression carefully.

Jadzia looked past Kira’s shoulder and said slowly, “I think…well, maybe. That’s one way to put it...” She trailed off.

“Jadzia,” Kira snapped. She leaned forward and their knees brushed briefly. “Just say what you’re thinking.”

Jadzia’s eyes met hers and she said in a steadier voice

“Choices within the doctrine of an uncaged will must meet a threshold of circumstantial liberty. For instance, if, within the circumstances of two choices where one of those choices is death, then no real choice can be said to actually exist.”

Kira blinked. Jadzia blinked back.

“Sorry,” Jadzia said, slumping a little. “Lela…she was a lawyer, you remember?”

This wasn’t news to Kira who was at this point always anticipating at least one moment a day where Jadzia’s personality seemed to morph or to add-together briefly into something just slightly off-center. She had such a serene presence most of the time that most people just dismissed this as being a quirk of Jadzia, fun-loving and curious and impulsive Jadzia. But Kira knew where the boundaries were. She could tell when the creatures Jadzia carried around and cared for within her body were given a small hold on the reins—normally she could, that is. In this moment, something was blurred.

“So you’re saying,” said Kira, tipping her head, studying Jadzia’s closed-off face, “That Dukat threatened to kill my mother and that’s why she stayed with him?”

“No, not…” Jadzia pinched the fabric of her pants, frowning. “Well, yes. No.”

Kira just stared at her and waited.

“Nerys,” said Jadzia, leaning back on her hands, slumping further into herself even as her voice solidified. “What was the life expectancy of workers in the processing center here? Back then?”

“Um,” said Kira, confused. “Why?”

“What was it?”

“Not long, I suppose,” said Kira. “The Cardassians didn’t exactly encourage a healthy work environment. No such thing as weekends. Or healthcare.”

“Right, and what about the labor camps on planet?”

“Same situation. Probably worse. Why?”

“And what was the typical reaction from Cardassians when a Bajoran resisted?”

“Oh they loved it. They gave us medals and cake.”

Jadzia narrowed her eyes. Kira rolled her eyes. “You know it was violence, Jadzia.”

“So, given all that.” Jadzia waved a hand. “What were your mother’s choices?”

Kira looked down at her hands, which were clenched.

“I know what you’re trying to say,” said Kira. “But I was there, too. I had the same choices. I don’t hate her, you know?” she caught Jadzia’s wide eyes, almost desperately. “I don’t hate her. I just wish…”

“She’d been more like you?” asked Jadzia softly. “Been as brave as you?”

Kira’s eyes filled for the millionth time that evening, and she dropped her face into her palms. Jadzia still didn’t touch her, for which she was almost insanely grateful.

“Do you wish she’d had to suffer like you did? Be as strong as you’ve had to be?”

“Jadzia,” choked Kira. “I really can’t. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

Jadzia was quiet, her breaths deep and centering, while Kira wrapped her grief up with a barbed iron cord. Then she spoke again, softer and with less conviction, like she started all her meandering stories.

“You know,” she said. “It took a while for us to recognize the symbionts as conscious creatures.” Kira glanced up at her. Her face was turned up to the window, awash in starlight. She really did love her. “There was a super-volcano eruption a couple million years ago and our biological ancestors had to retreat underground or else be suffocated in the ash and the poisonous atmosphere. And the cold. It was warm underground. And while there wasn’t any sunlight, it was safer. They subsisted for awhile by hunting the creatures who were still able to venture above the surface—fishing in the cavern rivers—eating the roots that dipped low enough for us to scavenge. But they were growing weaker and weaker. Their skin was turning paler and paler.”

She smiled—a real one, this time, hiding nothing.

“And then they met the symbionts. These little grubs swimming around in the extensive underground river systems. The symbionts collected nutrients and radiation all from sources under the surface of the earth. The proto-Trill followed them and studied them. They learned from them. They learned to survive. And some of them learned to speak to them—briefly. The Trill skin had grown so thin and almost transparent that the symbionts could communicate just through touch. They would return the Trill’s thoughts back to them—they would remind them where to go for food at certain times of the year—they would remind them of how to cook it—they would remind them of their lives…”

Kira found herself relaxing from inside out, listening to Jadzia speak. Something of the horror of her day (of her history) faded into a small white noise.

“For thousands of years, the Trill used the symbionts as record-keepers, as pets, as tools. Ancient lords would wear the symbionts around their necks, refreshing them with fluids only once a day. And only the lords were allowed to touch one, to keep one, but symbionts so outnumbered Trill at that time that Lords ended up having many—keeping them locked away from each other and companion touch until the day they would be used. And this was the status quo. Until one day, a Trill lord went too far—and ate a symbiont.”

One of Jadzia’s hands slid over her stomach, over the small lump that was always there, always moving and twisting and living with her. Kira watched her long fingers trace over Dax’s outline.

“And,” Jadzia continued, “As I’ve heard, as it’s been passed down from generation to generation, every symbiont in the world that day went quiet. And then they sent lightning—super-charges originating from their neural-structures—raining down upon the caves and on their hosts. They killed every lord who happened to be in contact with a symbiont at the time. But in the process they nearly wiped themselves out.”

Jadzia sat back up, her other hand going to her stomach, her gaze dropping from the stars to her middle. Her face went slightly shaky, as if she was remembering something not even she was old enough to remember.

“I don’t understand,” said Kira, thickly. “I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

“Lela wrote a paper about Trill legal history in law school,” said Jadzia, smiling sadly up at her. Her eyes were wet and Kira ached but she also couldn’t bear the idea of reaching out. “All Trill law comes down to this one moment in history. Nothing has been written since that isn’t based on this.”

“On the symbionts almost going extinct?”

“On the fact that the symbionts felt they had no way out.”

Kira looked at her, breathed, and then threw herself to her feet. She tried to stomp away, then turned back, then turned around again, saw Jadzia’s watching and infuriating face, turned away again, all while Jadzia just continued to sit on the floor in silence. Kira got halfway down the hall, abruptly turned on her heel, marched back and then lent against the window, pointed her finger down at Jadzia’s upturned nose, and said, “Are you ever going to explain what you mean?”

Jadzia just looked up her.

“I know you’re not the ‘type’ to have convictions,” said Kira, feeling herself get nasty. “But you could at least explain your weird academic nonsense before I go insane.”

“‘Liberty finds no refuge in a jurisprudence of doubt,’” said Jadzia, clearly quoting something.

“What does that mean.”

“It’s a decision that Trills made a long time ago. We decided that symbionts had personhood. That their bodies were to be cherished and respected as any Trill. And to demonstrate that, we would no longer wear symbionts as accessories to power. We would take them unto ourselves and keep them like the caves of their home did—until we died.”

Jadzia rose to her feet and stepped just a little closer to Kira.

“We decided that--because bodies are sacred,” she said. “We decided that because choosing to share your body is sacred. And can never, ever be abused. Lela remembers one early legal scholar at the time when joinings were becoming the standard wrote: ‘At the heart of liberty is the right to define one’s own concept of existence, of meaning, of the universe, and of the mystery of conscious life.’ Anything that might impugn that…” Jadzia’s eyes drifted down to her symbiont again. “Well that’s fundamentally wrong.”

Kira tilted her head back against the window and folded her arms tightly across her chest.

“I know you would have chosen death, Nerys,” said Jadzia, and Kira could tell she was truly crying now, that if she looked at her dear face she would see the evidence of her hurt—all of if for Kira—like she deserved it. “I know you have chosen death over and over, as the only option you thought you could bear. I know that even if it breaks my heart a thousand times over to think of it.”

“I’m not your damn worm, Dax,” said Kira, her throat strained thought she had barely spoken.

“You’re not your mother, either. You’d rather die than be abused. Than be occupied or attacked or owned.”

Kira closed her eyes hard, feeling sick.

“Except for all the times that you didn’t,” said Jadzia. “You took on months of mid-to-late term pregnancy for a friend. You handed over you body pretty quickly for that, even with the enormous physical toll not just of pregnancy but of an alien living inside you for months. An alien that ultimately was not yours to hold.”

She pressed a hand to her heart. "You took on part of me, when I wanted to meet Lela, do you remember? You let her--me--live in your body, even if for only a moment."

Shaking her head, Kira whispered, “Stop.”

“You gave your body to another alien,” continued Jadzia. “To your gods—which would have destroyed you had Kai Winn not saved your life.”

And suddenly the thing blurring in Jadzia—in her tone, in her presentation, normally so easy to read for Kira—become clear. Jadzia was angry with her.

She looked at her, at the lines of her smile still trying to hide, and she said, breathlessly, “I thought you understood why I did that.”

“I do understand.”

Kira shook her head again, narrowing her gaze, fixing it on the corners of Jadzia’s eyes, which were pinched in a way they typically weren’t.

“You’re…disappointed in me.”

Jadzia held out for one more second before ugly honesty reared. She took a step back and crossed her own arms.

“You just handed off your body and life like it was nothing,” said Jadzia, simply. “You didn’t even say goodbye. And then Odo said you would’ve wanted it. Odo said that to me, as if I'm not intimately familiar with all the things that you think you want because of what you believe.”

“Yes, well, I would’ve wanted it,” said Kira, feeling off-kilter. “I did. I'm not pretending."

"That doesn't mean you felt like you had a choice."

"As if you wouldn't have done the same," responded Kira, bitterly. "As if I haven't watched you walk willingly to your own death to save everyone else from it.”

Jadzia ignored this. “The wormhole alien called you a vessel," she said, her whole body twisting as she said the word, a curse.

“You call yourself a vessel all the time! You and your symbiont! Like the woman I love is just a home for a worm--like the caves you were just talking about."

“So what precisely do you think the right answer is?” shouted Jadzia, eyes flaming up. "What are you trying to say?"

Jadzia was so rarely angry and even more rarely loud in her anger. She kept her deepest convictions close to her chest and she kept her honest righteousness shielded behind a distant intelligence and friendly demeanor. But for all that she performed the curious and impulsive scientist, just there to stare at comets and have a fun time, Jadzia understood commitment in a way Kira had seen in very few people before. Beneath her jokes was a sort of iron jaw that had her stepping to Klingons or captaining ships into battle. For some reason, she appeared to be clenching that jaw now.

“I’m not looking for a right answer,” said Kira.

“Yes, you are,” said Jadzia, unhesitating, somewhat merciless. “You told Winn there was a right answer when all she did was save yours and Jake’s lives.”

“I stand by that! We don’t know what will happen with the evil one out there now! We don’t know and it wasn’t her choice.”

“There is no choice when the other option is death!”

“So you think I’ll be happier believing my mother was just doing what she had to to save her life?” Kira’s hands were in her hair, tugging desperately. “That it’ll make me feel better to think she didn’t actually care for Dukat at all? That she was just violated over and over and—” Kira cut off on half a sob, which she swallowed.

There was quiet.

“No, Nerys,” said Jadzia, the fire gone from her voice. She stepped closer again. “I don’t think anything will make you feel better. I’ve expressed this all wrong. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She held out a hand which Kira grabbed onto so quickly she nearly tripped in the effort. Jadzia pulled her slowly and gently closer until Kira could tuck herself under her long, spotted neck. Arms wrapped lightly around Kira’s shoulders and back, light until Kira squeezed Jadzia’s waist hard and Jadzia returned the pressure.

“The only thing I meant to say, before this all got away from me,” said Jadzia into Kira’s hair. “Was that I think your mother was brave. I think it's okay to think she's brave.”

Kira sobbed once, then twice, into Jadzia’s uniform collar. Then she held her breath until the sobs dissolved in her chest. She tightened her grip on her. Between them, she could feel the Dax symbiont moving on her stomach.

“I think you’re brave, Jadzia,” she said, stuffy nosed and devastated and ridiculous and sad.

“Most people call it reckless,” laughed Jadzia in a whisper.

“You’re as sturdy as a rock,” said Kira. She smiled, just slightly, as she felt Jadzia press a kiss to her forehead, just under her hairline.

“Such flattery,” said Jadzia, obviously grinning, obviously trying to hide how actually flattered she was.

“Just don’t move,” said Kira, pressing her face closer against Jadzia’s shoulder.

Beneath her feet, she could feel the faint tremors of the Station twisting around her space, the many people moving around in its halls and rooms, and she thought of how fragile the whole of it all was, the Station and its parts, floating in such a cold place as the vacuum, yet also how such a body had held so much already, including her mother, including herself and Jadzia, standing together, in each others’ arms.

“I’m here,” said Jadzia. “Not planning on going anywhere.”

#kiradax #my fic #star trek #ds9 #kira nerys #jadzia dax

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atinyjules · 7 months

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XIKERS REACTION TO S/O'S ELDER BROTHER BEING AN ATEEZ MEMBER

(Maknae line ver.)

So I'm back! After an unnecessary break! 🤣

Without delaying it for any longer let's just get to the reaction!

(hyung line + middle line ver.)

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Xikers x Reader

Warnings: None except a whole lot of fluff~

Yujun

He had already known that you were San's younger sister...well, technically everyone did sin you were one of the producers under KQ and San was a proud brother. Not even in his million dreams did he ever expect to date you but love had other plans and the both of you began going out together in no time.

Obviously San knew you were seeing each other since you tell him EVERYTHING and he was more than happy. Heck, he was your biggest supporter and always helped you and Yujun meet each other outside of the company. Even when the company found out San had threatened to bring down KQ if they tried to break you guys up which they didn't. The company support you and Yujun's relationship and the both of you were forever grateful to them for that.

San was the best brother one could ask for, he was a good big brother to not only you but Yujun as well but it had its cons as well...one of which consisted on him always third wheeling you two.

"What...are you doing?" you ask San as he smiles and squeezed himself between you and Yujun in the middle of your movie date at home.

"Keeping you guys company~" he said making you groan as Yujun laughed.

"You promised!" you whine as Yujun butts in.

"I don't mind!" Yujun said clearly because he didn't want his sunbae to be upset.

"Yayy!" San chimed as you groaned and continued playing the movie.

Even though he tends to tease the both of you and third wheel your dates he knows his boundaries and knows when to stop.

Hunter

Hunter obviously had no idea who your brother was and upon hearing that Wooyoung was his favourite member you knew that you HAD to prank him and well, knowing Jung Wooyoung you knew he'd say yes to help you prank your innocent and adorable boyfriend. So the sequence of the plan was to tell Hunter that your brother wanted to meet him and see if he was good enough for you and when they finally meet Wooyoung would pretend to be unamused and surprised that you chose him as your boyfriend.

Of course, when the day did come and when Hunter met Wooyoung. Jung Wooyoung the Supreme Prankster could not bring himself to go with the plan when he saw the nervous/scared look on Hunter's face. Well, so did you...when you had told Hunter and met him you already regretted ever thinking of this prank.

So Wooyoung broke off the cold atmosphere with a groan and told Hunter everything and gave him a hug.

"I CAN'T DO THIS! OMO I am so sorry! This was supposed to be funny but you look so nervous! I didn't want our first meeting go go like this!" Wooyoung said as he held the not-so-little boy's shoulders.

"Huh...." Hunter just stood there confused as Wooyoung patted his shoulder.

"Me and my sister wanted to prank you but you looked so nervous that I couldn't bring myself to prank you!" Wooyoung said as Hunter's jaw dropped.

"But in all seriousness...you're a good boy. You're perfect for my baby sister." Wooyoung said and well let's just say you had a wonderful time that day when Hunter came to your apartment feeling super clingy and peppered you with kisses.

Yechan

Mingi was already super happy with the fact that he had a cute and adorable little sister like you and then he finds out you're dating Yechan and he couldn't be any happier with the fact that he now has a little brother too. When Yechan and Mingi meet each other away from the work environment as your boyfriend and your brother respectively Mingi already gives him his blessings to marry you in the future.

Then on both Yechan and Mingi become besties with you always being the topic of their discussion. You were more than happy to see your favourite boys getting along really well. Their friendship and bond also brought along a string of unofficial collabs. The first time you get to hear their songs is on your birthday when they performed a rap number composed specially for you.

"Aww that was amazing!" you say as you move to give both of them a big hug.

"I'm glad you loved it! Me and hyung stayed up all night making this song!" Yechan said making you tear up as you gave him a big hug.

"Stoppp! I'll cry! You guys are so cute! You better get married in the future!" Mingi coos and picks the both of you off the floor for a group hug.

It's safe to say that your brother and personal hype man approves of your relationship and both you and Yechan were forever grateful for it.

i did not expect this one to be sooo fluffy but I ain't complaining!

I hope you guys liked it as much as I had fun writing it!

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Reblogs and likes are appreciated!💗✨

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feralforpapa · 2 years

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Missionary Man [Part 1]

Papa Emeritus III/Terzo x AFAB!Reader

Plot: You’ve been an assistant to Terzo and the clergy for a year. After some weeks of not getting to spend time with him due to your hectic schedules, you finally get the chance to have one on one time with him while accompanying him on tour.

Warnings: Flirting, mentions of sex

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“Does Nihil have to insist on sending out this Message From The Clergy newsletter every month? I understand writing about what’s going on in the ministry- but this section on this year’s 5 greatest saxophone solos is just…”

“I take it saxophone isn’t your instrument of choice, si?” Terzo chuckled as he smoothed out the lapels of his suit, checking out his appearance in the dressing room mirror.

You were traveling with the band for their current ritual tour; you were an assistant to the band whenever they travelled. It could be grueling work at times, especially when Terzo and the Ghouls weren’t having a smooth night, or if the after parties got too wild and you were stuck trying to corral a bunch of drunken Ghouls. But, It was interesting fun none-the-less, though. You preferred it over hanging around the ministry all the time like some of the Siblings of Sin did. However, when the tour seemed to drag on and on, you found yourself craving the sanctity of your own room and quiet time more and more.

“I don’t have a problem with the saxophone, Terz’. I just think it’s a bit biased that your father named himself as first place for all 10 of them,” you laughed, pausing to let your eyes skim over to another section.

You smiled when you spotted a photo of Copia holding one of his pet rats.

“This is cute, though.” You pointed out a certain page in question to show Terzo. “The Cardinal’s Rat of the Month. I see he chose Esther this time- oh- Primo has gardening tips, too.”

You continued to smile down at the page, taking in Copia’s picture and finding yourself thinking about how striking he looked. His painted eyes stared back at you through the page, and you found it peculiar to be seeing him in this type of way. You liked the Cardinal well enough; the two of you had gotten just about as close as you had with Terzo, and some of the other members of the clergy - specifically the Ghouls that helped front the band. Copia had always come across as endearingly awkward to you, though. Whether he was showing off his rats or being seen around the ministry riding leisurely on his trike. Perhaps that was where his charm came from, though. There was an innocence about him that wasn’t very common in this line of work.

“Mhm, striking and-“ Terzo paused running a comb through his raven black hair to get his part just right. “Perfect,” he purred at himself.

“Hellooo.” You waved the newsletter in front of Terzo’s face to block his gaze from the mirror. “I hope you’re listening. Nihil’s definitely gonna ask if you read this.”

“Mia cara, please. Your Papa is getting ready for a Ritual, eh? I have more pressing matters than the old man trying to occupy his retirement time.”

“As an assistant to the clergy and, especially, a Papa - it’s my job to tell you that you look great,” you replied, laying the newsletter on the vanity where Terzo sat, gazing at him through the mirror. “And you do. Trust me. The women and men are gonna be throwing their garments on stage and offering up their first borns to Sathanas to you, like always.”

“Hmm, si.” Terzo turned his stone gaze to you through the mirror this time, and his mismatched eyes studied your face. “And when can I expect to add more of your garments to my ever growing collection?” His statement was punctuated by a sly smirk.

You stared at that piercing gaze of his through the mirror, only tearing your eyes away long enough to try and hide the blush on your cheeks. When you did muster the courage to turn your eyes back to him in the mirror, he was still staring at you. Terzo had a natural scowl to his expression; he always looked like he was ready to scold someone. His intimidating expression was only enhanced by his papal paint and that coy smirk that was always plastered on his - very kissable - lips.

You scanned over his eyes once more and had to make a conscious effort not to bit your lip right in front of him and give your neediness away. You were trying to hold onto some semblance of professionalism. But that was always impossible whenever you were alone in a room with a man that embodied the very definition of lust.

“Oh, so I am still catching you eye, then?” You hummed back at him, letting a smile tug at the corner of your lips.

Terzo scoffed at you, turning his head to look at you directly this time as he observed you from the corners of his eyes. He was looking at you in the same way that a lion might fixate it’s attention on it’s s next meal. It seemed as if Terzo had the same idea based on that familiar glint in his eyes.

“Don’t be coy, Tesoro. Don’t try to pretend that you and I don’t eye fuck each other during black mass all the time.” Terzo’s tongue brushed against his bottom lip, like he was re-living some of the past encounters the two of you had in the past. “I have missed your company. Don’t think that you aren’t on my mind.”

The man was terrifying and suave all rolled into one, and it was slightly infuriating at times.

You weren’t shy or innocent by any means, of course. After all, you were working for a satanic clergy - but, even so, Terzo had a way of making you clam up and feel shy. That being said: you weren’t any stranger to his charms, or his voracious appetite for carnal pleasures. You had only been with the ministry for a year, and it had only taken your first 2 weeks of that time for you to succumb to his charm. You had no complaints there, though. It was a well known fact that he had bedded a decent half of the clergy’s members - how he didn’t yet have any little Terzo’s running around was a compliment within itself.

You chewed into your lip, replaying the smoothness of his tone over and over in your ear. His tone and accent were like as pleasing as the feeling of silk against skin - it was the best way to describe it. And hearing his voice tell you that he missed you was enough to sent you melting into a puddle right where you sat. Somehow you managed to keep your composure, though, but all you really wanted to do was pounce him right then and there. If you weren’t on a time limit for him to go onstage, that would have been the case.

“We do make eyes at each other during Mass,” you admitted through a sigh, crossing your legs to stave off the arousal settling between your legs. “I’ve missed you, too. I know Sister Imperator keeps us both on a fast-paced schedule a lot of the time. I feel like Mass is the only time I’ve seen you these last few weeks.”

You turned your gaze down to your hands as you fidgeted with your fingers, but you could still feel those piercing eyes of Terzo’s boring into you. You pulled your eyes back up to his, locking in a stare with him for a moment. It was almost funny, because you knew that fans from the rituals would kill for a moment like this.

“Maybe I should start coming to confession. I’d see more of you then, yeah?” You finally added.

“I would make time for you either way, bellissima. But, if you have much to confess, then who is a Papa to deny you, eh?”

The clergy kept you rather busy at times, and with Terzo being a busy Papa, it was safe to say he always had a lot on his plate. But, you were thankful for times like these when you could accompany he and the Ghouls while they toured, and it surprisingly provided a more intimate setting where it was just the two of you. You knew Terzo had a harem of siblings that were always vying for a chance to get some time alone with him - whether it just be because they wanted to have confession with him, or a little more than just a confession.

You’d be a liar if you said it didn’t send the smallest tinge of jealousy through you whenever you saw him getting involved with someone else. But, at the same time, you knew that it was just who he was in his nature, and it was just a benefit of his role within the church. Everyone wanted to be close to him; no matter if that meant physically, mentally, or spiritually. He had a role to fulfill and he did it well - too well sometimes. He was so good at what he did that it was the sole reason why you felt this ache in the pit of your stomach for him at night, and it was the reason why your hand often found it’s way between your thighs during those times. The man could have you begging for Lucifer’s mercy, even when he wasn’t around.

You smiled again, eyeing Terzo closely this time. “Then I have confessions to make, Papa.”

Terzo smirked, keeping his eyes level with yours. You watched his chest rise as he took in a deep, satisfying breath before he let it out slowly. His gloved hands came up to smooth out the lapels of his suit as he finally lifted himself out of his chair, standing in front of you as his eyes cast a shade darker. He reached out, placing his gloved fingers beneath your chin to lift your head up to look at him.

“And what is your confession?” Terzo purred, grasping your chin gently.

#papa terzo #terzo #papa emeritus iii #the band ghost #daddy terzo #ghost band #ghost bc #papa terzo x reader #papa emeritus iii x reader #ghost bc fan fiction #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus fan fiction #ghost band imagine #papa emeritus iii smut

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Hello! It's lonely-cereal. I really adore your blog since I've been obsessed with the promised neverland for over 4 years. And I wanted to tell you an idea I had/hear your thoughts.

So, I'm currently writing a promised neverland x OC. (Canon timeline.) and I came up with line a fanmade demon world plant. It's called muerte. It works the very opposite of the Vida plant. It's related to it. Vida is like it's "evil twin." instead of sucking the life out of it's victims, it can undo the effects of vida If so desired. It only withers if the person who's touched it last is dying or has died. Since "Vida." means life in Spanish, but takes life away, I named the fanmade one muerte since that means "death." in Spanish, even though it can bring life back. I thought it'd be an interesting concept for promised neverland fandictions.

It started when Ray and my OC found it and gave one to each other to make sure the other was always safe before my OCS shipment.

It looks like this.

Anyways I just wanted to hear your thoughts about it since I believe it could be cool for TPN AUS or oneshots.

Heyyo 👋

Going to digress a bit to start off, but one of my reservations with the series can be summed up with these tags from @whamss on this poll regarding the ending:

#nothing serious that happens to any ‘good’ character lasts if they’re younger than 20 lol #again its been a hot ass minute but tpn was at its best when Shirai knew how to raise stakes and make them feel actually serious

With the specification of "good character under twenty whose name the reader is aware of before they die" because during the bunker raid and Andrew's subsequent pursuit, there are six innocent children who are murdered.

(Chapter 111)

Fred's, Malcom's, and Mary's deaths are particularly brutal in that rather than shooting them from a distance, Andrew chose to relish bludgeoning them to death with the butt of his rifle until their faces were unrecognizable.

However, none of them have any significant moments in the narrative prior to dying, and their names aren't revealed until this extra in chapter 119. I distinctly remember feeling Shirai was trying to have his cake and eat it too, running with this to say "see, death is still a real possibility for these kids!" The effect is muted though when I don't know who they are besides "background character whose design I vaguely recognize from earlier chapters" and all ten members of the Goldy Pond Resistance survived their gun battle with the demon nobles.

Reading all that in chapter 85 and then seeing Paula and Sandy alive in chapter 96 was so jarring and kind of a "lol okay I guess" moment for me on my first read. It's not actively wishing for the death or brutalization of children who are already victims of the farm system but wanting to see lasting consequences that have weight to them and seeing how characters cope. Sandy loses an eye, but much like Emma losing her ear, we never see him note his long-term struggles with that loss, such as having a larger blind spot, the anxiety and anger that would understandably result in, or even minor annoyances that when stacked together weigh on him. Compare to Lucas who, while still a very capable character, does reflect on how the loss of his arm impedes him.

Tying that back around to muerte, my initial thought was that it similarly feels like it's cheating the narrative on a surface-level read and it seems to rely more on soft magic than the series typically does. Compare to Mujika's blood that has seemingly magical properties. While we're never given the specific details of how it works, Norman's explanations of demon physiology in chapters 120, 126, and 127 are enough to ground it in the hard science of this series' universe. It provides something their genomes are missing and is potent enough to permanently stabilize them upon introduction to the body through consumption.

But again, this is only a surface-level read and I don't know all the details of your story.

Vida is like it's "evil twin." Instead of sucking the life out of its victims, it can undo the effects of vida if so desired. It only withers if the person who's touched it last is dying or has died.

How does it undo the effects of vida, which draws up a being's blood into its stem and then carries it to its petals that results in its flowers blooming? Does it naturally create chemicals that when introduced into a being's bloodstream don't harm said being but cause a negative reaction in the vida plant, resulting in it shriveling up and dying? What of the stab wound still left by it, which is a major factor in its victim's death due to piercing their heart? Does it provide potent clotting agents to prevent a being from bleeding out after its removal as well as rapid mending to flesh?

I'm also a bit confused by what causes muerte to wither, assuming that it has to touch a being that's in the process of dying in order to counteract the vida and restore life to them. If a being uses it on another being but they're unaware they're dying from a disease like cancer, or adrenaline is pumping and they're unaware of a fatal wound when they go to help someone else, is muerte rendered ineffective?

Another thing to consider and something that could potentially offset the narrative convenience of being able to undo death is how it factors into demon culture. Gupna is a carryover from the original faith. Is muerte seen as unholy and are beings saved/revived by it seen as unnatural in the eyes of the general demon population and/or those who follow the original faith? Would that put a human or demon revived by it in conflict with Sonju? Is it highly regulated by the demon nobility as another means of controlling the demon population, or is it so rare it's believed to be an extinct species of plant? Are beings hindered in some way after being revived or are they fully restored to a clean bill of health? Having power over death in a series where it's treated as a genuine finality would dramatically alter a culture and its relationship with the afterlife.

It started when Ray and my OC found it and gave one to each other to make sure the other was always safe before my OCS shipment.

Since Ray isn't aware of the intricacies of the gupna ceremony prior to the explanation Sonju gives Emma, I'm assuming this is initially a sweet gesture between friends because they thought the flower looked pretty, and it unwittingly ends up saving your OC's life? Cute. |3

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i-love-you-all · 6 months

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For the headcanons, could you do harbor please? (Also I really like your writing of the other characters, the omen and sova knitting one is definitely up my top 3 things i have read on tumblr!)

🥺 awwww thank you! And yep, 15 Harbor things coming up rn :))

5 things they usually see:

Gekko and his buddies. I think he was named Gekko's mentor as, like the younger agent, he didn't always have his Radiant abilities. Plus, though Harbor is general a laid back and cheerful, there are days where his thoughts drift back to all that he's lost. That's where Gekko comes in and lifts him up again.

Gym equipment! Bro, his arms are so big! He likely spends a lot of time in the gym, and though it's not reflected in the voicelines, I think he likes to join Skye and Breach when the work out. He can keep Skye company on arm days :p (Though Breach does have to keep up w them when it comes to chest, back, and abs.)

His artifact - the rings/bracelet. There are sleepless nights centered around this thing. Where did it come from? Why was it so powerful? What was its purpose? He just wants to know, and it frustrates him that, despite having it attached to his wrist, he doesn't know anything about its origin.

Water. I'll try to make this my only mention of water in the post but no promises. Water is an essential part of life, and I would bet that every culture reserves some reverence for it, so Harbor probably feels the power of his control over the element (especially since it chose him?). It has proven very useful in his missions so far!

Architecture and the details that others miss. Due to his fascination with history and architecture, he probably catches things that others don't. Details like the number of statues, the type of stone, the style of the windows, these are things that can clue him in on the context of the place, where most others might just pass it off as decoration.

4 things they usually feel:

The smooth blade of one of those traditional razors (idk if they have a name or not). He takes pride in his well groomed beard, but that means that well, someone has to groom it. He definitely has a guy he goes to for a shave and haircut, but with his line of work, he doesn't see them as much as he'd like. That means learning to shave himself. (there are a few nicks under his beard that the hair helps to hide)

The weight of a book or an ancient artifact. He has an intense love for history, the idea of past lives that went about their purpose, not knowing what would come after and yet trusting the human process of life, death, and memory.

Desperate frustration. Piggybacking off the above, Harbor loves to learn, but there are so many things in his way. Laws, greedy hands hiding the answers, and those that seek that same knowledge but for nefarious purposes. He wants to scream and shout and cry out that Kingdom cannot just hide from the world like some grand conspiracy. He wants to fight, kick, and bite back at Greaves (so now REALM), the one place the thought he could fight against the injustice of ignorance, only to discover that not everyone held his reverence for knowledge.

Gratitude. There was quite some time where he was on the run, unsure of what was coming next. Though he was framed, there was no way to prove his innocence against the bullets coming at him, and so he had to run. When VALORANT reached out to him, it was a lifeline. And though it was a close shave, he made it out alive.

3 things they usually hear:

The roaring of his bike. It's by far his favourite way to travel despite the general risk with them. He likes feeling the open space around him when he rides, the feeling of the wind hitting his skin, the open sky above, and the long road ahead.

Praise. He was a legend for so long in REALM. There, he was truly recognized for his dedication to free knowledge and history. The rookies who gawked at him when he passed, the look in his superiors' faces when he succeeds against the impossible. None of that is there anymore, but sometimes when Gekko looks at him with that similar look of admiration, he feels a rush of memories. A past him that no longer exists.

Astra. They are both very similar in the sense that they discovered an artifact that had radiant abilities.

2 things they usually smell:

Chai! I think the first couple times, he would correct people who call it chai tea, but he's too laid back to get on people about it. Still, the spices of cinnamon, cardamom, cloves, etc., they all bring him back to a busy table with his family. He can't make a cup as good as his mom, but what he's able to make is close enough.

Incense (Sandalwood?) Similar to the point above about Chai, this is just one more thing that keeps him close to his home. The single trail of smoke lifting up into the air like their hopes, it's almost reassuring. He kind of drifts towards scents and colognes that have sandalwood as part of it too, even if he doesn't realize it.

1 thing they usually taste:

Hope. He might be angry over what happened with Greaves and REALM, but he has found new friends, some with his interests, and they make him feel like he's at home. Valorant's main priority is to save the world by protecting it from omega agents, but with Astra's help, and his own freedom within the protocol, he can hope that he will one day get the answers he wants.

#water man :))#I think i said something about him #basically that I found him attractive #but his personality was too much for me lol #valorant #valorant harbor #harbor #my writing #hc game #requested #54321

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Violet Flames - A SHORT STORY (wc: 470)

Many thought the world would end with a plague, or a war. Nobody anticipated for shadowy monsters to emerge from a crack in the sky. After giving up on trying to hide the situation from panicking civilians or explaining how the crack could have happened in the first place, governments focused their efforts on defeating these creatures. Specialty weapons were developed, and all young people capable of fighting were summoned to the fields. However, none of the human made weapons worked as well as the violet flames.

Around the time when the monsters appeared, so did a small group of people. They revealed themselves to be members of an elusive clan born to protect the world and demonstrated their unique ability to produce a bright purple fire in the palm of their hands. A monster that would normally drop at twenty shots to the head could be reduced to ashes by a single swirl of the violet flame. It was an incredible power, but also costly - the violet flame drained its users of their life force with every strike and many would fall dead mid-battle without any warning signs.

Thus people bowed their heads whenever they saw a user of the violet flame, showing respect to the clan of heroes that literally battled with their lives for humanity's future.

Sixty years had passed since the initial appearance of the shadow monsters and for the most part, the threat had been eliminated. The last devastating battle was ten years ago, finished by one of the strongest violet flame users of the clan. Instead of being praised as a hero like the rest of his people, however, Hyun Insoo was put to trial immediately after the battle. See, unlike the others of his clan, Insoo had the ability to draw life force from other people. On that day, he saved a city from ruin, but also ended the lives of several innocent civilians.

The situation caused great controversy and people had varying opinions as to what should be done with him. In the end, despite the pressure she faced, the clan's leader chose to preserve Hyun Insoo's life in exchange for his vow to never step a foot outside of the clan because of the risk he posed.

Hyun Insoo honored his promise and lived a perfectly normal life. He started a family and was happy with his wife and daughter. Then, several nights ago, when Insoo returned home after a long day of work, he discovered his wife dead and his child missing. He stepped outside of the clan for the first time in ten years to find his daughter and became the most wanted man in the world. Many were afraid - This was a person who could kill without touch and start a wild fire that would never cease spreading.

SHORT STORY CHARACTERS (wc: 364)

Hyun Insoo, mid 40s - 45/46ish (main)

Talented, protective and fearless, Hyun Insoo was well respected and admired in his youth by his clans people. He prayed for a safe world and thought constantly of the future. On the day of the final difficult battle, he made the decision to eliminate the threat of shadow monsters once and for all. He thought about those that he had sacrificed daily and often seized up with guilt. However, if the exact situation was to be presented to him again, Insoo was certain he'd choose the same. People called him a monster for what he had done. A part of him was sick of being called that, while the other part understood. His wife and daughter were his moon and stars. Without them, his heart felt dark and empty like the night sky. Whoever did this probably did it to lure him out of the clan. Insoo was aware, he simply no longer cared.

Hyun Kyungin, 24 (lead)

The next-in-line leader of the clan and Insoo's nephew. He was every bit as talented as his uncle when it came to his ability to work with the violet flame. Now that his uncle had broken his promise and left the clan, Kyungin was sent to kill him. He was well aware of the threat his uncle posed, but struggled internally with his task regardless because of the family tie. A good future leader should be able to make difficult decisions and know when to follow his mind instead of his heart, but...

Kwon Minkyung, 18 (side)

Minkyung's family was always moving and his parents refused to tell him why. He was independent as a kid and capable for his age. When his parents didn't come back for three weeks, however, Minkyung could no longer remain calm. He ended up on the streets and was swept up by an organization that existed to take advantage of the chaos the shadow monsters left behind. Abandoned, abused and disappointed by the world, Minkyung sometimes questioned why he still lived. His most recent task was to watch this little girl who could ignite a tiny flame atop her palm. Just like him.

#lgc:actingmission #I wrote this all in one sitting #eyes glazing over a bit now

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tariah23 · 6 months

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i don't know what i'm supposed to do when both parties are 100% full of fascism. if biden wins i'll kill myself but if a republican wins i'll also kill myself. this shit is fucking useless i'm a rat with the illusion of a choice but no matter who gets my vote it goes towards killing people. what are we even supposed to do anymore? mass suicide? it seems like the only thing to do to change anything as an american citizen is to make a show of self-sacrifice

I just feel like if you we are supposed to care about those that are suffering then we also need to have faith in the people that are still fighting. We cannot give up on them. They are still here. They aren’t past tense. We must support them the best way that we can. We also can’t make this about ourselves! That is the most important thing to be mindful of since I’ve been seeing too many people do this for the past couple of weeks and it’s been frustrating as hell. (Not trying to say that you are of course but still.)

Fascism is a global disease so there will never be a day or time where it wouldn’t ever be prevalent in the way that we chose to live and navigate through our society. It’s impossible. But we have the advantage of being able to spot it whenever it’s thrown into our faces. The US as we know it was forged through pure savagery. All they care about is lining their own pockets and keeping the status quo, no matter how many brown people will have to suffer at their hands. None of what Biden or any of the past US president has done anything that is out of the ordinary. No matter the party, they will always hold onto the same values and ideologies, even if it means the death of thousands of innocents. Despite all of this, again, we mustn’t give up nor must be give in.

Even if you killed yourself as some sort of sacrifice out of grief, it would not matter, anon. It really wouldn’t. These people wouldn’t care one bit. They want people like you to die because you care too much or wish that you could do more. Look at how hard the media has been working overtime to silence the voices of protesters and the like globally. Look at the lengths that these ghouls have been going through to stop people from even giving a shit about what has been going on with this ongoing genocide? All of these scare tactics. Threatening to blacklist/blackball people from ever working in their dream careers ever again, the mass firings, the doxxing and harassment of students, and so much more. They WANT to hurt the people where it would matter the most and that is with their livelihoods/ education. They are wishing and hoping with fingers crossed that these things will stop people from speaking up and using their voices and resources to uplift Palestine. They know that there is power in the voices and actions of the people. It’s never over, Anon!

#anonymous #tkf replies

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plan-d-to-i · 2 years

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This person called me having a reading comprehension of a 12 years old and thinking that I liked the Untamed version. Also, I have a fight with this person about the theme of the novel, and according to this person, it's all about peoples making choices that are neither good nor bad as they're all fucked up or because of their predicament, sth sth sth. Yeah, I should have known I wasted my time with this person.

I see these arguments fly around a lot and it seems one of the main issues is that people use "good" and "easy" interchangeably and then they use "good" and "moral" interchangeably. Which doesn't really work. So let me use fandom language~ The good [moral] choices in the story are overwhelmingly not good [not easy to do/ requiring immense personal sacrifices]. As the reader, saying "WWX had no choice" downplays his agency in making good [morally] choices in spite of the fact that they were not good [easy] when he could've just done what was good [objectively easy and beneficial to him, but immoral] - for ex: letting the innocent Wen Remnants die and vibing at Lotus Pier. The fact is he did have choices and he chose. He just didn't have good good [both moral and easy] choices available to him. Saying there are no "good" choices in the story is also imprecise for another reason. Because there are certainly choices the narrative itself frames as "good" meaning better than others ~virtuous but not easy- saving the Wen remnants for ex.

There's an interesting contrast between how the protagonist & antagonists view choices, that speaks to their world views. WWX feels to an extent that he has no choice but to act as he did - with Mianmian & JZX/LWJ in the Xuanwu cave, with the Wens - because to him a good [easy] but obviously not good [immoral] choice is not a choice at all really.

The course one should take is clear to him.

But even so he never uses this mindset to eschew responsibility. He accepts his whipping from YZY for standing up to Wen Chao. He's ready to give up his hand. He gives his core to jiang cheng. He accepts that jiang cheng will not support him in protecting the Wens so he will be alone. He accepts that as a result of his defection he won't be able to attend YanLi's wedding. He accepts his own death and doesn't cause havoc.

Of course none of this was easy. Making choices and accepting responsibility for them is hard but it's the ideal in the end:

During his most trying moments WWX suddenly has this temporary doubt, but he promptly slaps himself out of it. This stands in sharp contrast to the antagonists. JGY is the exact opposite. To him a good [moral] but not good [easy/beneficial] choice is no choice at all:

He obviously could have followed other courses of action, they just would not have been as advantageous to his own ends. When WWX says he had no choice he means he had no choice that while in line with his morals would be easy, so he had to opt for the difficult one. When JGY says he had no choice he just means he did the bad thing bc it was what was good for him.

#mdzs

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It Was Just a Walk

Here’s something short that I wrote as a small exploration of the relationship between my one CR OC, Morrigan (the Queen of Crows), and the Millennial Tree. I was originally going to draw something to go along with this before posting, but...well. I’m too busy for that right now. So here’s just the fic in the meantime.

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"So...you still plan to return to the Enchantress tomorrow?"

The question came after a walk, which the Millennial Tree had insisted that she join. She wasn't much for things like this, but she supposed they were nice to participate in every so often. However, that question did ruin the mood.

The self-proclaimed Queen of Crows stopped in her tracks.

"Of course I'm going back to her, Aklamesh. I live with her."

"I understand that, it's just-"

"I know you hate her, and I know you hate that I keep going back to her. Stop beating around the bush."

"I don't-" Aklamesh sighed. "I do not hate her, Morrigan. It's more complicated than that."

"And the second part?"

He looked down to see Morrigan with her arms crossed, scowling up at him through the crow's skull.

"I...yes, you are correct. I simply do not believe continuing to return to her is the best decision for you."

"Yes, you've told me that many times. And it hasn't changed my mind."

After a few moments of silence, Morrigan began to walk away, only to be stopped once more as Aklamesh finally spoke again.

"I just don't appreciate how she encourages your behavior. There are so many other options to vent your frustrations and anger through than by hurting people."

"And what if I don't want to use those?" Morrigan snapped, turning so fast on her heel that her cape flew out behind her. The sudden flare even made the Millennial Tree startle a bit.

"What if I like 'venting my frustrations and anger' like this?" she asked. "The world made me suffer, so why shouldn't I return the favor?"

"They are innocent people, Morrigan!" Aklamesh countered, throwing his hand out. "None of them had ever done anything to you! You know that. And that's exactly what I'm talking about with the Enchantress. She enables you to do these things, and in the end it's only for her own personal gain."

"And what if it is?! Why do you even care? I did these things long before I met her, anyway. You knew that!" Morrigan spat back. "You knew all of it! And you hate it: so, what? Are you gunna end up hating me too?"

Aklamesh was silent as she glared into his eyes, waiting for an answer.

His gaze locked on her, straight ahead.

A quiet gasp escaped her lips.

In her anger, she hadn't even realized she'd left the ground.

She shouldn't be up here. She shouldn't be looking him in the eyes like this, from his level.

She crossed a line. It's why he was silent.

She started to descend.

And as she did, she tried to calm herself. But it wasn't working. She felt as though she were choking on her own smoke.

That dark smoke of her accursed birth; the smoke that manifested within her lungs, plaguing every exhalation she'd ever made and leaking through the skull of the old bird. The reminder of the world that wronged her.

The sound of shuffling robes brought her back.

She was on her knees now. She hadn't even realized she was back on the ground.

The old bird's skull was lifted from her head and carefully placed beside her. Then she felt his hands on either side of her jaw, gently turning her head up.

The old giant had settled in front of her, looking down at her with an expression she couldn't read.

She was crying.

"You knew all of it," she said again, her voice coming out as a whimper. "You knew every horrible, awful thing I've ever done. Yet you still chose to show yourself to me, that day in the ruins. You showed yourself to me ; someone so young, so far beneath you."

"Morrigan-"

"You hate the things I do, yet you don't hate me. I don't understand. I'm a terrible person . Someone like you should detest me. But you don't."

Aklamesh sighed, a sad look on his face.

"Why do you cry for the things you've done if you do not regret them?" he asked.

She felt the knot in her throat get tighter.

"Why do you care about me when you hate the things I do? When you hate that I go back to her?" Morrigan asked in return. "I don't get it."

"I care about everyone."

"That's not what I mean, you old tree!" she almost shouted, her tears continuing to fall. "You shouldn't care about me."

Her voice was shaking.

"Why do you love me?"

He gazed down at her, brushed his thumb along her cheek.

"I love you because the world did not."

#my stories #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #cookie run kingdom #cookie run oc #the queen of crows cookie #millennial tree cookie

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If you don't treat others with grace, integrity - you simply will loose them;

No one will sit around and play into sadistic toxic 'I am king & bow to me' levels of dysfunction and barbaric patterns that need true healing and reconsideration of where this resides within our human-spirited evolution -

Will our medical and healing systems be of such; misogyny and those taking as much as they can and those truly doing the work, the nursing, the healing and the front line be the ones being taken advantage beyond what anyone would sell their soul to one day wake up and walk away from;

Being honoured, valued, respected, and treated within balance, fairness and equality - and if it isn't and people still choose to play God over others; be it not giving what is due to those that have done work for you that you have stolen from quite blatantly, be it government and boards in which margins and those false businesses at the community level that mask who they truly are while they steal from the true innocent and kind;

There are those that have taken quite blatantly and stolen from me; my guides 'they are stealing from you' and they sit playing God and projecting spells and manipulation, deceit to bring fog and smoke and mirrors to show and defame what is truly truth and all the while the wisdoms, intelligence being given to a dark warlock, group of cultists that brought me into my strength by walking away from the games and enslavement - those that take what is mine and take it back to another darker one that competes to be me, or better than me yet hide all the while - so it is a game - a game in which what is done in the dark will be brought forth by the divine Itself - for crime and corruption will not stand in the light in which deceit telling on itself; your life is your proof of your vibration - Stand in your light!

Using energy, information, divine guidance are meant for those that are trained and prepared for it - to what and how the collective needs it; the deceit will tell on themselves for there are many that know who's been doing what and none will want to be the fall-guy for the ones that are the instigators of the crime; be it spell caster, or the schemer, the one paying for it - the taking illegally of information, business, and inheritance and insurance docs, copying signatures in whatever way people steal; it will fall - that is darkness and deceit - the truth enlightens it all - period!

Y'all made it your business to be in my lane; I will not stand down and I will stand for my rights and my truth and may story for all the ones being taken advantage of, the ones that have been stolen from, and the ones that chose a deathly fate in the suicide spells and darkness wished and prayed over;

My soul will not be broken - I know who I am and truth will always prevail- I will always create from nothing and spirit will always inspire - all beings are sacred and none have the right to treat like slaves and less than -

Collective Shifts - People Era--> These are truly interesting times in which you will see Taurus in Uranus; the systems will be broken by the walking away from those that mistreat the innocent and the innocent, the ones that truly do the inner work, the ones that truly align with Spirit and devote for healing and evolution, and the ones that pave the way for healing systems they will need at some point when all their darkness backfires -

When we are not being valued and treated with divine integrity and taken advantage of so wrongly and so degradingly, ©

Standing in truth is simply being who you are and is how we share, show, empower all others to also be genuine and authentic and true

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Already gone - what most are still trying to sort out - I am already gone!

My energy is not accessible to those that do not respect me or themselves - they are blocked and will be watched by many beings and guides and authorities to leave me be

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fitia · 3 years

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Honestly in reading FMA, I'm still deciding whether or not I like the way the narrative is treating Scar

#fitiaposting #Literally every State Alchemist aside from Ed that we've seen so far has been complicit in the genocide of his people. they all have blood #on their hands. I really can't blame him for wanting them dead.#None of them are innocent like they CHOSE that line of work no one was forced into it #and some of them even fucking enjoyed it as shown by the Tophat dude and Kimblee #The Homunculi might have been the catalyst for the Ishval civil war but it managed to get as bad as it did bc the military complied.#bc every soldier on that field decided to prioritize orders from the State instead of innocent human lives.#Scar's not RIGHT in what he's doing but..... he's not wrong?????#I don't think he should be off serial killing but aside from Ninaxander fusion and Winry's parents #no one he's killed is innocent. most State Alchemists are complicit in genocide.#I'm only halfways through so I might see change but like I'm seeing WAY too much #''Ew revenge bad'' and ''It was the HOMUNCULI not the PRECIOUS STATE ALCHEMISTS'' rn and I just. :/

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smallmight-papi · 3 years

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wandering thoughts

NSFW MINORS DNI 18+

pairing: toshinori yagi x fem!reader

summary: You are a new teacher at UA, students and teachers alike adore you. You’ve certainly caught the eye of one teacher. The former hero, Toshinori Yagi. All is well for him until one day during a ball thrown by UA for staff and other pros, you show up in a beautiful revealing gown, Making toshinori’s thoughts wander. During the ball you catch him in an interesting act.

warnings: sexual content, oral (male and female receiving), masturbation, praise, mild degradation, sexual thoughts, creampie, hair pulling, face fucking, dom!all might, sub!reader, fem!reader, fingering. (All might is slightly submissive in the beginning but it changes fast)

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You had been working as a teacher for exactly one month, you were terrified before showing up. To go from being a intern at a small school in the outskirts of Japan, to working at the most prestigious school for heroes in the country was a huge jump. So many amazing pros and students attended this very school. You had quite the standard to meet.

To your surprise. people adored you. Both students and teachers loved your warm and inviting personality, how you lit up every room with your attitude. People flocked to you just to be in the presence of your comforting aura. You and the R- rated hero Midnight, had become quite close very soon. She asked if any teachers at UA had caught your eye. 2 had in particular. Eraserhead being one. The other being none other than All Might, he peaked your interest much more.

Unbeknownst to you, You had caught his attention as well. He couldn’t help himself when it came to staring. He tends to wear his heart on sleeve. He’s a gentle giant with a romantic personality, even if he struggles with flirting. During meetings and chats in the teachers lounge he could feel his eyes wandering to you. The way your lips curve up into a smile whenever Present Mic cracked a joke to you. It might his heart flutter (and gave him a mild twinge of jealousy that mic was making you laugh).

but man your eyes did something to him...

Whenever you looked up at his towering form with that glow in those breathtaking eyes of yours, he had to stop his knees from buckling.

and he had to stop his dick from twitching.

he felt shameful for being sexually aroused by you. You were so young and innocent. It was wrong of him. He did have romantic feelings as well, the idea of being curled up with you on the couch, with you on his lap, while you read him a book as his hands work their way up your soft thighs slowly reaching the spot between your le-

“stop it toshinori, its so wrong” he would mentally curse to himself whenever those thoughts crept into his mind. He couldn’t hardly stop himself. When he was back home after work from teaching he would rest himself against the door of his house, taking a deep breath and shutting his eyes. His massive hands making its way to his throbbing cock, throbbing for you. For your soft touch. He would palm himself through his pants, thinking about the way your breasts pushed together when you crossed your arms. How you’d bite your lip while focusing on grading papers in the teachers lounge.

fuck. he was in deep.

~ 3 MONTH TIME SKIP~

Today was the day of the UA staff ball. Your heart was pounding. You had always worn somewhat modest clothes, maybe a little cleavage here and there (for toshinori to see ;) but this.. this was quite the gown. Of course Midnight chose it for you. The first one she offered left nothing to the imagination.

The next dress she came up with was perfect. It was a deep cherry red, with long sleeves and a long v line that showed off your breasts. It had a tall slit in the leg to show off your smooth skin. It hugged every sexy curve in your body, especially your ass.

Midnight praised you repeatedly, going on about how sexy you looked and how all eyes would be on you. Hinting mostly at Yagi’s eyes. You blushed at the thought of him looking at you, breath taken away. You wanted nothing more for him to be the one to take the dress off of you after the ball rather than yourself, to have his long skinny fingers play with your breasts, teasing you gently, kissing along them leaving small marks, making sure everyone would know you’re his.

Once you arrived at the ball. It went silent.

You could feel eyes boring into you, staring and watching your every step. Even Aizawa’s jaw was slack. You searched the room for Toshinori, only wanting him to see you. You were disappointed when you couldn’t spot him. You only showed up to see him and he wasn’t even there?

That’s when you heard it.

“holy shit”

You instantly recognized that deep, gentle voice. it was Yagi. You turned around to see him staring at you, completely love struck. His jaw was slack, face visibly red by the sight in front of him, eyes boring into your body.

“You look... breathtaking” he spoke quietly, barely able to look you in the eyes, he could feel arousal mixed with love wash over him. Between your curves and the way your face was so perfectly framed thanks to your hairstyle, he thought he might fall unconscious.

You stuttered out a thank you, blushing bright red as well. You looked at him, arousal and love washing over you too. He had on a nicely fitted black suit and black tie. It fit his skinny body well, not baggy like all his other clothes. His height became very apparent to you in that moment. He was so close. You had to crane your neck back to look at him in the face. I mean he is 7′1 after all.

“You look very handsome yourself Yagi” you said softly, looking into his eyes

ohhh god

Hearing you say his first name did him no good when in came to trying to avoid getting any harder than he was. He could feel his long cock ache for attention, especially yours. He mentally swore at himself for getting his clothes fitted, he could no longer hide the raging boners he got around you. He realized quickly he needed to fix the problem before everyone saw.

“I-I’ll be right back, i need to run to the bathroom” Yagi spoke quickly, forgetting to say thank you.

Yagi scurried off to the nearest bathroom, luckily it was one room and not multiple stalls so he didn’t have to worry about others coming in. He was panting, so aroused he didn’t know what to do with himself.

He immediately locked the door behind him, and starting taking off his belt. His hands rushing to relieve himself of his erection. He leaned up against the wall. Once he wrapped a hand around his cock he let out a guttural moan. The tip of his cock was an angry red, pre-cum beading around the top. He couldn’t stop panting and breathing heavily, you being the only thing on his mind.

Realizing he was gonna have a hard time holding back his moans, he lifted his shirt and bit down on it. His whole body covered in a layer of sweat. He could feel the heat coming off him. He roughly fisted his cock, going faster by the second. Deep muffled grunts and moans coming out of his mouth as he fantasized about having you bent over in front of him, presenting that pretty little cunt of yours to him, begging him to fuck you, whining and whimpering for his thick, long, 12 inch cock. His eyes rolling back into his head at the thought.

You noticed Yagi had been gone for quite a while. You began to worry, wondering if he was okay. After a brief debate with yourself if you should go look for him or not. You decided to go check up on him. Walking through the long hallways, eyes searching for him to see if he had left the bathroom.

After no signs of him in the hall you went to the nearest bathroom. Walking up to the men’s room. Before you could knock you heard a deep grunt. You knew it was Yagi.

You thought he may have been in pain, he was pretty fragile in his weak form usually. Then you heard it.

“Y/N...” a muffled moan came from behind the door.

You gasped quietly, arousal coursing through you going straight to your cunt. Your thighs squeezed together once you realized what he was doing. All Might was literally jerking off to you.

You debating on leaving, going back to the ballroom and acting like you didn’t hear that. But your body wouldn’t let you. You ached for him, cunt begging to be filled with him, his tongue, his fingers, his cock. All of it. Before you could stop yourself, you knocked.

The moans stopped, and it went silent.

“uhh someone is in here.” he spoke.

“Sorry, it’s Y/N. Are you okay?” You knew what was going on but still asked anyways.

You heard his belt and shuffling. Soon after he opened the door. It was quite the sight. His hair was a mess, he was bright red, a thin layer of sweat over himself. His shirt was wrinkled and his tie was loose, giving you a view of his chest. Only making you more aroused. He gave a lopsided, awkward smile.

“I-i’m okay! just needed to clean up” he said quickly, avoiding eye contact.

“Doesn’t look like it, Yagi.” You said, a smirk on your face. You weren’t sure where the hell this sudden confidence you had came from. More than likely from the drinks you had had, but you were not complaining.

He looked startled and embarrassed by your response. You opted to use this newfound confidence to your advantage.

“Yagi..” you said seductively. “Do you need help, seems like you’ve got a problem there.” You said, looking down to the very obvious erection he had been trying to get rid of.

“Yes please.” He replied instantly.

You shut the door behind you, locking it. Shocked with how you were acting. You looked at him deeply before pulling him down by his loose tie to kiss him. Your hands wandered to his clothed crotch, his buttons undone giving you access to slide your hand easily into his pants, over his underwear. You could feel the heat pulsating off his rock hard cock.

He began panting into the kiss, having a hard time kissing back due to what you were doing. You softly rubbed against his erection, his hips rutting into your hand, his body begging for more friction. You broke the kiss by getting on your knees in front of him.

He didn’t think he could be anymore flustered than he was in this moment, but he was wrong. He groaned softly at the sight of you on your knees in front of him. He had been dreaming of this for 4 months.

You pulled his underwear down letting his cock spring free, smacking against his shirt. Pre-cum still leaking out of the mushroom head. You started by kissing underneath the tip, making him moan deeply, rumbling in his chest. After a few seconds of teasing you placed the tip in your mouth, sucking firmly.

Yagi was convinced he was going to cum right then and there, not wanting to ruin the moment so it can go on for as long as possible, he focused his attention on trying to not cum. He placed his hands in your hair, enjoying how soft it is. He was gentle with it, not wanting to hurt you.

His hand covered nearly all of the back of your head, making your thighs squeeze together at the thought of how big his hands actually were, how good those long, thin fingers would feel knuckle-deep in your pussy. You could feel your slick dripping down your thighs, and onto the floor beneath you.

To your surprise, his grip on your hair began to tighten. He started guiding you down further onto his cock, wanting you to take all of him. He began to get more rough the longer you sucked him. He couldn’t control himself when he roughly pushed you all the way down on him, nose brushing against his stomach. Drool began dripping down out of your mouth. You moaned and tried to focus on breathing so you wouldn’t gag. He was all the way down your throat.

By this point, all embarrassment was out the window for Yagi. He was too caught up in the pleasure he continuously let out deep, rough moans. He placed both hands on the back of your head and began face-fucking you. Getting off on the sounds of you beginning to gag.

“I had no idea you were so slutty Ms. Y/N, showing up in a dress like that, having all those men practically undressing you with their eyes. You should’ve known better little one.” He spoke as he continued to assault your throat.

You whimpered loudly at his lewd words. Feeling yourself become wetter by the second. Tears began to well up in the corners of your eyes just by how rough he was being. You wanted to please him so you happily continued to suck on his long cock.

Yagi could feel himself reaching his climax, between the sound of your whimpering and how he could see your slick dripping onto the floor, he didn’t have much longer. He pulled you off his cock, using his grip on your hair to pull off your knees.

“Now Ms. Y/N, why don’t you show me how slutty you can be for ol’ All Might huh?” He spoke, lust deep in his tone.

“Yes sir” You said quietly, making him groan at the name. He spun you around quickly and bent your body over the sink. You were so small compared to him, he made everyone around him look tiny, especially you. He rushed to push your gown up over your hips, giving him a view of your bare ass, no panties at all. Your face flushed with embarrassment.

“Well look here... no panties hm? Oh and you’re dripping. Is that all for me?” His words going straight to your cunt. He had leaned down over you to say it in your ear, making eye contact with you through the mirror.

“Yes All Might, it’s all for you sir.” You whined.

He let out a dark and intimidating laugh at your pathetic words. He got down on his knees, you could feel his deep breathing against your cunt, before you could even moan he buried his tongue as far as it could go in you. Savoring the taste of you as he groaned, the vibrations only making it more pleasurable. You’re eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling.

Yagi continued his assault on your sweet cunt. Adding a few fingers just to see how loud he could make you moan, not caring if others heard. Only a few minutes in, he had your legs shaking. You were on the verge of tears from the pleasure from his fingers and tongue.

“P-Please sir... I need your cock.” You moaned out, jaw going slack at his lips sucking around your swollen clit.

“So impatient, little one. Are you gonna be good from here on out? My good girl?” He spoke, pulling away from your cunt briefly before going back to lick up the juices leaking from you.

“Yes! Yes i’ll be good sir, please!” You whimpered out, barely able to speak.

“Are you sure little one?”

“Yes! I promise i’ll be good All Might!”

He stood back up, his form towering over you once again. He stroked himself a few times, using the slick on his fingers from your cunt as lubricant for his cock. He pushed the tip against your slit, rubbing it up and down and chuckling as you pushed yourself back against him, so needy and desperate for him. This was like a dream come true, his mind in a haze from the lust he felt coursing through his body.

Yagi could no longer keep teasing, he needed to be buried as far in you as possible. He slowly pushed in, he knew his was significantly bigger than average so he took his time, careful to not cause you too much pain. The further he sunk into your warm walls, the harder in became for him to not shove himself in. The way your cunt molded perfectly around his cock, like you were made to be fucked by him, only made him throb more.

“Shit” he said loudly, barely able to contain his now constant moans, blending so nicely with your begs and whimpers.

Once he was fully inside you, all 12 inches buried deep in your tight cunt, he began to slide it back out before rutting his hips and shoving himself all the way back in. He didn’t mean to, but the way you screamed when he did spurred him on. He began to fuck into you at a brutal pace, your breasts bouncing. He made eye contact with you through the mirror, seeing you bent over. They way your eyes were rolled back into your head, mouth open and tongue out made him go feral.

“What a lewd face doll, it’s so pathetic how much you like being fucked on my cock.” He said while grabbing you hair, pulling your head back further as he placed his face near your ear, making sure you could hear him well, all his moans, and deep breathing.

You could hardly speak, you had never been so full in your entire life. You could feel him reaching past your cervix, practically in your womb. Tears ran down your face from the pleasure, practically screaming each time he went all the way back in. He continued to whisper dirty things in your ear, making you drip down your legs and all over his legs.

The room was unbearably hot now, moans, whimpers, grunts, and wet noises filled the small space. Anyone outside could probably hear everything, not knowing it’s you, the sweet young new teacher being fucked by the former no.1 hero.

Yagi could tell you were close, the way your walls began to tighten with every thrust, he reached his long arm under you, in between your thighs and began to rub small fast circles on your clit.

“Cum for me little one, cum around my cock.” he whispered in your ear.

That’s all it took, with a scream you began to cum, your juices flowing out even more than before somehow. Yagi moaned loudly and the feeling of your velvety walls clamping down on him, making it hard for him to move in and out. Not even a few seconds after your orgasm began, his began too.

He pushed himself to the hilt of you and began to pant. His legs shaking nearly as much as yours. Hot, thick cum spurting into your womb. You could feel the warm sensation of him spilling his seed into you. You couldn’t care less if he got you pregnant at this point, pleasure clouding your mind.

After a few minutes of staying inside you, you both trying to catch your breath, he pulled out his now semi-hard cock. You stood back up and turned to him, he looked at you and gave yet another awkward smile, embarrassed by how he lost control.

“I’m sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean to get rough. I jus-” His words were cut off by your kiss. Exhaling deeply as you pressed your mouth against his. You broke the kiss after a few seconds.

“Don’t worry Yagi, that was amazing. We should do that more often.” You said with that smile that made his stomach fill with butterflies like a school boy with a crush.

He smiled back at you briefly before looking down between your legs. You moved to grab toilet paper to clean yourself up.

“No, no doll. You get to keep my cum inside you. I wanna watch you struggle to hide the mess we’ve made.” He said deeply.

He dismissed your complaints with a chuckle, enjoying how your face flushed from his words. He pulled your dress back down, and kissed your forehead.

“You’ll be okay sweetheart. Let’s go back out, I wanna dance with you.” He said softly.

He grabbed your hand and led you out the door. Running into midnight, who was about to enter the women’s rest room.

“Hi yag- Oh. OH!” she spoke once she noticed you behind him, your hair a mess and your face red.

Midnight smirked and winked at you. Giving you a thumbs up she walked into the bathroom.

You and Yagi laughed before heading to the ballroom where you both would dance for the rest of the night.

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I hope you liked it!!! It took me like 5 hrs to write in total thanks to my ADHD. I also accidently deleted this halfway through writing it and cried about it for an hour, but its down now luckily.

Requests are open if you would like to submit any ideas for me to write. :))))

#bnha x y/n #eraser head #all might #all might x reader #all might x y/n #small might #small might x reader #yagi toshinori x reader #yagi toshinori #yagi toshinori x you #yagi toshinori x y/n

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miekasa · 3 years

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six thirty

+ pairing: armin arlert x (fem) reader

+ genres and warnings: college au, enemies to lovers… kinda… in a very nerdy academic rivalry kind of way, me being a comedian you’re welcome, fluff, smut/nsfw content

+ word count: 5.6k… pls say sike

+ notes: shout out to ryn for listening to me during our very many rambling sessions and also for extorting me into posting this. consider it a late birthday present for my favorite menace </2

+ side notes: no i am not a part of armin nation and i never want to be, nor do i wish speak of this again.

Armin Arlert is the perfect student. Prompt and well prepared during lecture; smart and insightful during office hours; the apple of any teacher’s eye. Unfortunately for him, so are you.

If you asked Armin, you were a little too clever for your own good, and liked to make it very well known that you believe you’re the smartest person in any room you walk into. That may be true, but it doesn’t mean that he has to sit there and worship your superiority complex.

If someone asked you, you’d say that Armin was a know it all, and a manipulative little piece of shit. Again, not a completely false statement, but perhaps a slightly biased character analysis.

Neither of you are wrong. It’s why you’re both the bane of each other’s existence.

There’s a noticeable grimace on your face, chin in your palm, elbows resting atop your desk, as you turn your head to where, sure enough, Armin is seated where he always is: first row, right side, directly in front of the podium, like perfect little teacher’s pet he wants to be. He doesn’t have any books to unpack like everybody else because a shiny, blue iPad is propped up on his desk in place of all of that. He’s robably looking through his pre-written list of showboaty questions to ask during lecture. Like he’s a cut above everyone else.

Maybe some of the other morons in this course, but not you, that’s for damn sure. You bet that if you broke his thousand dollar tablet he wouldn’t think he’s such hot shit anymore. Maybe that would knock him down a couple of pegs.

“Look at him sitting there with his stupid blue eyes, and his stupid Bieber haircut, and his stupid, shiny blonde hair, and his stupid fucking glasses. I bet they’re not even real and he just wears them to—”

“Did you just call his hair shiny?”

You snap your head to your left, “What—no, of course not. I said shoddy, he’s probably a bottle blonde. Maybe all the chemicals from the hair dye seeps into his head and warps his sense of reality.”

“I’m pretty sure you said shiny.”

“Shut up, Annie.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, “You got something against blondes? Because your track record would beg to differ.”

“Once. We kissed once, and it was truth or dare, and we were both sloshed.”

“You still chose me,” she reminds you, pulling her notebook out of her backpack.

You huff, ignoring her words and turning your head back to Armin, this time finding him twirling his stupid fucking expensive Apple Pencil between his fingers like it’s nothing. You can feel your eye begin to twitch.

Perhaps he can, too—or maybe he can just feel your eyes boring holes into him—because he turns in your direction and ceases his pen twirling the moment you make eye-contact. More students filter in, walking past your line of vision, but each time they move, you and Armin meet gazes again; neither one of you daring to look away, a palpable tension between you.

His eyes might be icy blue, but you can see the rose pink tint underneath his skin, even from the distance; a familiar blush that spreads across his nose and cheeks. You exhale with a silent laugh, breaking your eye contact before he grows completely red, just in time for Dr. Zöe to start the lecture.

Everybody thinks that Armin’s so brilliant, so smart, so untouchable. You know that his only genius is that he’s fooling everyone into thinking that he’s the kind, humble, little nerd boy who wouldn’t harm a fly, when that’s far from the truth.

Armin is mean. He’s competitive and possessive and snarky and sly. He’s the definition of a wolf in sheep’s clothing, but you’re pretty sure the only person in the world who might believe that is Eren. Though, you’ve heard some of the insults Armin throws Eren’s way, and they’re not exactly soft. Granted, that’s a factor in any friendship, and most of his jabs are coated with a layer of intellect the brunette likely doesn’t understand, but that doesn’t make Armin any less sarcastic. It just means Eren’s too dumb to know what’s going on.

Poor kid. Maybe it’s for the best.

That’s all to say that Armin is nothing but a big talker—not even; a smooth-talker, is more like it. He comes across as perfect, all good and sweet and soft, because that’s what he lets people see. Nobody else looks through to the sharp tongue and ragged edges, because they’re too busy cooing over innocent blue-eyed baby in front of them.

But you know that Armin, the one he doesn’t want other people to see: the one that’s so good, he’s bad; so sweet that he’s sick; so nice that it’s cruel. And you know just how much pressure to apply to make his façade crack.

And you intend on doing so.

“I don’t know which formula to use—hey, are you two eye fucking again? Cut it out, I’m trying not to fail over here,” Eren exclaims, poking Armin’s shoulder with his pen.

The jab averts the blonde’s attention back to his friend, eyes wide as he blinks himself back to reality. He curses under his breath when he feels a familiar warmth creeping across his cheeks. Few things piss Armin off like the way he gets red in the face after thinking about you, or even just looking at you, for too long. Whether it’s red out of pure annoyance, or another feeling he tries to push down, it’s irritating, and above all, embarrassing.

He spares one more glance over his shoulder, to where you and Annie are sat a few tables away in the library. You’ve looked away by now, focusing back on your notes, but Armin swears he can still see that irritating smirk on your face from this angle.

He rolls his tongue along the inside of his cheek. He should be able to keep it together around you by now, but he can’t, and it bothers him. You bother him.

“We weren’t eye fucking,” he refutes, turning his back to you completely, “She’s such a little know it all sometimes, s’annoying.”

Eren raises an eyebrow. He knows that you and Armin don’t get along, but he doesn’t understand why. Armin knows almost all your friends, and you definitely know all of his—Eren would even go as far as to say that you and him are pretty close friends—so it’s not a matter of not spending time together. You’re also the two smartest people Eren knows. In theory you should have more than enough to talk about together, but every time you’re in the same room, you hardly acknowledge each other outside of surface level commentary, or glances that border on staring.

Thankfully, the bickering remains in the classroom for the most part. Eren’s seen you and Armin go at, and he’ll be the first to admit that it’s beyond intimidating. Though, a little part of him finds it oddly entertaining, and he can’t help but to be impressed. All the more reason for you two to start playing on the same team.

Eren thinks the two of you should get to the root of the issue already. Which, if you asked him, has very little to do with your rivaled academic genius, and a lot to do with your lack of it concerning your feelings for each other.

“She’s not that bad,” Eren vouches for you, “I think you two might get along if you ever spoke outside of trying to one-up each other in class.”

“I’m not trying to one-up anybody,” Armin rolls his eyes, a nasty habit he’s picked up as of late, “And if you stopped and used your brain for a moment, then maybe you could solve the problem.”

“I did use my brain!” Eren’s lips fall into an offended pout, “But none of this makes any sense to me! I fucking hate math, you know that.”

Armin sighs, feeling sympathetic for Eren as he slumps into himself defeatedly. He knows that Eren isn’t dumb, but math in any capacity is certainly not his strong suit. He also knows that he shouldn’t give Eren all the answers, but sometimes he needs a little push to get him there. A little bit of added guidance and motivation to keep him going. It’s either that, or he has to trick Eren into doing the work himself, but clearly that method wasn’t working out today.

“You already solved for the activation energy, now you’re supposed to use the Arrhenius equation in the expanded form.”

Eren’s lips fall into a small o-shape, as his eyes scramble across his paper again. “But—how do you—”

“There’s two measurements given for temperature.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah! Okay, right, but then—”

“You have to convert it to Kelvin first or it won’t work. It’s given to you in Celsius.”

Eren furrows his eyebrows together, and then it finally clicks for him. He mutters to himself as he puts his pencil to paper to begin to work through the problem, “How do I convert—”

“Add 273.15 to it. Make sure you put the bigger one first in the equation, or else you’ll get a negative error.”

“You didn’t even do it,” Eren huffs, angrily punching numbers into his calculator, “How do you know it’s right?”

“Because I took this class already,” Armin reminds him, sparing a brief glance over his shoulder, “Isn’t that why I’m tutoring you?”

Eren coughs over his embarrassed blush, “Oh, yeah, right.”

It’s quiet between them as Eren makes a final attempt at solving the equation, carefully and proudly circling his answer when he’s finished. He looks to Armin with bright eyes, and is content when the blonde gives him a reassuring nod, confirming that his answer is correct.

“Well that was a bitch to work through,” Eren sighs, stretching his arms behind his head with a slight yawn, “Chemistry is nothing but glorified math. It’s barely a science.”

Armin shrugs, but he doesn’t disagree. He isn’t the biggest fan of chemistry, unlike somebody else he knows. “Why’d you take chem if you knew it would have so much math?”

It’s Eren’s turn to shrug, slumping back in his chair and running a hand through his hair, “I gotta take all the pre-med requirements… just in case.”

“You wanna go to med school? Since when?”

Eren averts his eyes from his friend, a telltale sign of his bashfulness coming over him. It doesn’t happen often, but Armin knows it’s sincere when it does.

“Dunno. I’m not sure of it, just wanna keep my options open, you know?” Eren replies casually, “Doctors help make a difference and all that, and surgery looks kind of cool. Besides, if my bastard father could do it, how hard could it really be?”

A gentle smile grows on Armin’s lips, “You can do it. If you really want to, I know you can.”

Eren’s head snaps up, eyes wide and filled with affirmation and adoration. He relaxes his expression quickly after, but the pink hues are still present, “Thanks, Min.”

From his position he catches eye of another head of familiar blonde hair over Armin’s shoulder, and beside it, your own hair. There’s a flash of a moment when your eyes meet Eren’s, and you offer him a small wave before turning back to Annie to resume doing your homework. Eren barely gets the chance to wave back, but a dopey smile sits on his features at your kind gesture. It fades when he looks back to Armin, once again pondering the animosity between you two.

You and Armin aren’t all that different, you just need to get to know each other better. Actually, Eren thinks that you might make a good couple if you both stopped overthinking it.

“So, what’s the deal with you and (_____)?” Eren asks, bending his right knee to wrap his arm around his leg and rest his chin on top of it, “You act like she kicked your cat.”

“What?” Armin questions, flustered, “What—no, she wouldn’t touch Soup.”

Eren quirks an eyebrow at that. “I still can’t believe you named your cat Soup.”

“It’s technically a nickname.”

“A nickname for what?”

“…For Miso Soup.”

Eren blinks. “Okay, if she didn’t mess with Soup, then what’s the issue? You scared of her or something?”

“Why would I be scared of her?” Armin asks, tone incredulous; then softer, more subdued, like a kid who doesn’t want to admit they’re wrong, “’M not scared of her.”

“You stare at her like you are—well, you look kind of angry, but also scared. Like, when you see those balloon things outside of car washes. You hate them, but you can’t look away from them—”

“I am not scared of those!”

“You are, and it’s okay,” Eren waves away his friend’s denial, “Oh, I get it—is this one of those things where she makes you nervous, so you respond with anger and sarcasm instead of thinking through your feelings?”

“You’ve been going to therapy for one month, relax.”

“Maybe you two should go to friend therapy and work this out,” Eren bites back, “It probably doesn’t help that she’s always with Annie. They both look like they would murder someone with no remorse. I admit, it is kind of scary… but it’s kind of hot, too.”

Armin spares him an unamused glare. Eren crosses his arms in defense, “What? I’m not wrong. It’s sexy in a scary kind of way, maybe that’s why you’re always eye fucking. I don’t blame you, she’s hot. I would let her and Annie axe-murder me without regret.”

“Eren?”

“Yeah?”

“Shut up and do problem six, I don’t have all day.”

Eren huffs, but flips the page to the next problem, grumbling under his breath as he attempts the, “It’s not as sexy when you’re mean, you know.”

Armin hits him silent.

Tuesdays are Armin’s favorite days because he only has one class. Sure, it’s three hours long, but it’s much more bearable than his usual eight-hour day.

It’s also the one class he shares with you. Which is why he’s always mentally exhausted by the end of it, but physically, he feels like he could punch a wall; all his pent up anger and frustration is channeled into his body and he’s desperate for an outlet for it. It’s a feeling he hates to love.

Annie seems to have cut class today seeing as she’s not next to you; and it’s almost as if it’s emboldened you to mess with him even more than usual.

He bites his tongue as Dr. Zöe enthusiastically uses your latest point as a segue into the final topic of the evening. He made that same point ten minutes ago. You just worded it differently—admittedly, more concisely, but somehow with a little more nuance, than when he had hesitantly proposed it—and, yeah, maybe you made it sound more convincing, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t come up with it first. If his stupid, fancy stylus didn’t cost upwards of $200 he might have snapped it in half.

You’re definitely the better conversationalist, that much he can admit. Words have never been his forte and he hates the way you can talk circles around him, and that there’s so little he can say to make you stop.

He wishes you would just shut up. In fact, he’d like to shut you up himself.

Thankfully, class ends sooner rather than later. Armin finds himself briefly talking with Dr. Zöe afterwards, most other students having taken the opportunity to leave early for the night. To nobody’s surprise, you’re not one of them, having stuck around to talk to the professor, too.

“The two of you should consider lab research this summer,” Dr. Zöe suggests ardently, walking between the two of you as you exit the lecture hall, “I could really use two students like you!”

Armin chuckles at his boisterous professor. He’s known about the research opportunities at their lab for quite some time now, and he knows that you have, too. “I don’t know that lab work is really my strong suit.”

The three of you come to stop at the hallway intersection, the professor now standing across from you and him. You give them a polite smile, “And I’m not sure that collaboration is mine.”

Armin spares a glance just in time to see you flash one of your own in his direction. Dr. Zöe’s eyes flicker between the two students rapidly, a slight squint to their eyelids.

They aren’t quite sure why their two brightest students seem to despise each other. They wish you two would just get along already, so that they don’t have to spend the summer training half-witted chemical engineering majors how to use basic lab equipment; and instead, conduct some actual research.

“Well, I hope the both of you reconsider,” they smile, “I’ll see you during office hours, I presume?”

You two nod in sync, sending the doctor off with happy smile, just long enough until you see that they’ve turned the corner further down the hall

“Had fun stealing my point earlier?” Armin questions, looking your way as you still wave mindlessly, eye-twitching at your polite façade.

“I would call it improvement,” you tell him, not bothering to turn in his direction; still and smiling waving like the professor can see or hear you, “You should stick to showing, rather than saying. You never were good with your words.”

Armin kisses his teeth together. He’ll give you what you want, if that’s how you want it.

In a fit of irritation, he grabs your moving hand by the wrist, and pulls you down the opposite hallway, not caring for your dramatic wailing behind him.

“Hey, Einstein, the exit is the other way, do you have any idea where we’re going?”

“Ever heard of observational learning? Maybe if you shut up for a second, you would figure it out,” he snaps, pulling you further.

There’s a door on the left that Armin knows is unlocked, and he’s quick to open it and pull you inside. Before you have the chance to glance around, he has you pushed up against the wall, jaw forced up and forward.

He could scoff at the small hitch in your breath at his actions, clearly a little too satisfied with being manhandled; but instead, he takes the opportunity to press your lips together. Armin quite likes the feeling of your lips on his; warm and soft and far too welcoming; a rare moment of silence.

“Someone could hear us.”

Or not so silent.

“Then be quiet,” he snarls.

Armin feels your fingers weave themselves into his hair, scraping along his undercut in sync with his lips trailing down your jaw. A groan falls from his when he feels you tug at the ends of the strands, just hard enough to force his face back to eye level with yours.

“You’re the one with the big mouth.”

“You’re so smart, huh. Always got something to say,” Armin lets out a low chuckle, deft fingers running down your sides to squeeze at your waist, “You can be really fuckin’ annoying, you know that.”

You mirror half of his ministrations, letting your right hand trail down his chest barely brushing over the very visible bulge in his jeans, before hooking your index finger under the belt loop, effectively pulling him closer to you.

The smile on your face is dirty, but you’re not laughing like he was, “Do something about it then.”

His blue eyes grow cloudy as he takes a good look at you; slowly rakes over your features, from that stupid, snarky look in your eyes, to your kiss-bruised lips, down to your chest, and back up again. Armin finds himself copying your smirk for all the wrong reasons. But it’s your own fault; you always did like to push him one step over the edge.

“Fine.”

Despite your twisted grin there’s a look in your eyes that’s eager; willing; ready for the taking. That same look you have when you talk over him in class; when you pretend to ignore him around your mutual friends; when you want him to fuck you stupid.

Armin uses his right hand to cup your jaw again, closing the distance between your mouths with a less than gentle kiss. He feels your groans reverberating through his body, waves of heat accompanying them and going straight to his erection. Your arch your back into the kiss, but he forces you backwards, left hand flat against your tummy.

Following suit, he pushes himself against your body, pressing his knee between your legs; the thin fabric of your stockings doing little to prevent your thighs from rubbing against him.

He swipes his tongue over the seam of your lips, earning a frenzied whine when glides his tongue across yours, and teasingly licks at the roof of your mouth. Your tongue is lithe against his, but somehow just as deceptive and sly as always, and Armin would be a fool to deny that he loved it.

There’s a spark flickering in his stomach when you push your center harshly against his; and it’s only ignited further when he feels you bite his bottom lip. A guttural growl escapes him, his right hand moving to your throat with practiced ease, pushing the back of your head into the wall.

He pauses for a moment, drinks in your wide eyes and desperate visage, “You are the single most frustrating person I’ve ever met in my entire life.”

And he couldn’t get enough of it if he tried. He couldn’t get enough of you.

You must see through his words, into the grainy expression of adoration in his eyes, because he can see it filtering into yours, pupils dilating with both want and care.

“Aw, baby, I love you, too,” you pout, leaning forward as best to can to peck him on the lips, “Now, shut me up and fuck me. It’s exhausting being this pretty and smart-mouthed, you know.”

Armin dips his head into your neck, squeezes against the column of your throat with warning until he hears a gasp escape from your lips. He presses gentle kisses into your skin, in stark contrast to the increasing pressure from his fingers, waiting for one last request, and then, finally—“Please.”

He smiles, loosens his grip for a moment, just long enough to hear your pretty panting, before slotting his lips against yours again. Your moans are lewd and sloppy and breathless between kisses, and it makes his dick twitch in his pants. You really are so fucking loud. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He uses his free hand to push your skirt up, and subsequently dip past the weak barrier of your tights and underwear. The slightest flicker of his fingers against your center has you choking out a moan, and Armin is forced to press his right thumb harder against your neck.

“Quiet,” he reminds you, “You asked nicely, so I’ll give you what you want. No need to be loud about it.”

He watches you nod with short and restricted movements, a sadistic kind of power washing over him at your eager compliance. He uses his middle finger to rub slow, careful circles around your clit; the feeling of your wet cunt against his fingers, coupled with your wanton moaning only spurs on the throbbing in his pants.

“Armin,” you whine, impatiently; but he expected that of you, “Don’t tease.”

His eyes flash to yours briefly, pressing his lips to yours again to swallow your shuddered moans. He dips his tongue into your mouth at the same time he does his middle finger into your cunt. An obscene moan echoing through the classroom, as Armin feels your body arching into his again; feels your fingers frantically flying to his hair, searching for purchase to anchor yourself on.

He pulls away in time to add another digit and watch you groan underneath him. He pushes both his fingers in to the knuckle, carefully curling them upwards to elicit the prettiest sound out of you. He has to admit, it’s probably his favorite thing to hear come out of your mouth.

He keeps a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out of your pussy with perfect friction, teetering between letting you moan his name and choking you silent. Your hands are frantic in his hair, grasping and pulling and so, so, desperate, Armin can’t help but to finger fuck you harder.

“You want one more?” he questions, but his voice is taunting, words ghosted over your lips just out of reach for you to kiss.

He can feel your leg trembling against his, see you pupils shaking along with your shaking head. Armin stops to smile; he thought you might do that. He could probably make you cry right now if he wanted to. Maybe later.

“Want you to fuck me,” your words short and ragged, eyebrows raised when he uses his thumb to press lightly against your clit, “Armin, please.”

The blonde shakes his head, “You’re dumber than you look if you think I’m gonna fuck you in a classroom, baby, so if you want to cum now, you better tell me.”

You have the audacity to pout of all things, “You’re mean.”

Armin lets out a breathless laugh. “You like it,” he leans forward to peck you sweetly, “So, what’ll it be?”

“Fine, but I want head later, too,” you tell him, words becoming less firm when Armin teases his ring finger against your slit, “Please.”

Armin hums in compliance, leaning forward to kiss you again, this time with more tact, and he chases your whines when he finally pushes a third finger inside of you.

“Look at you,” he croons breaking your kiss and forcing your head back again, “You take it so well.”

“Ah—fuck, there, Armin—there,” you cry, wet heat squeezing around his fingers in intermittent spasms.

Armin watches your chest heave with desperate breaths, air stuttering to pass from your lips to your lungs with his hand around your neck. He can feel your walls constricting around his fingers, feel your body shaking underneath him when he increases his pace. He curls his fingers again, just right, just until he hears you sing a strained call of his name. And when he feels your nails scraping down the nape of his neck, and the slight weight of your body convulsing, Armin knows you’re done for.

He’s nice enough to fuck you through your orgasm, shallow thrusts of his fingers bringing you to and down from your high as he watches you pant for him. He presses small kisses against your throat, up, up, up, until he’s kissing you, and carefully pulling his fingers out.

He removes his hand from your neck, and slides it down your waist to offer you support. He’s not prepared for your sudden pull on his neck, forcing him into a kiss that conveys your content; he’s quick to raise his left hand, palm meeting the wall to hold himself up against your sporadic actions, chuckling lightly into your kiss. You were always so reckless and happy after an orgasm.

You kiss him like you have him wrapped your finger despite being the one pleading moments ago. You do, so he supposes it’s not unwarranted; and he welcomes your flirtatious kisses despite the annoying blush they always bring forth.

And sure enough, he can feel his face on fire when you pull away. Armin scoffs internally at himself; he really should be able to keep it together around you by now. But when you kiss him like that, you kind of make it hard to think straight.

“You’re so good when you’re not… pretending to be good,” you hum, a blissful, hazy look on your features as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Armin shakes his head with a chortle of disbelief; leans forward to kiss you again, “’M not pretending. I am good.”

“Yeah, you’re such a good little saint that arguing with your girlfriend turns you on,” you taunt him, “It’s okay, Armin, you can admit it.”

He groans, out of shallow annoyance this time, and it makes you giggle. “Why are you acting like you’re not complicit in this?”

“Oh, no, no, no,” you refute with an exaggerated roll of your eyes, “You get turned on by hearing me talk about biochemistry. I like it when you tell me to shut up about it. We are not the same.”

“Yeah, because you look hot doing it,” he tells you, “Speaking of which, Eren called you hot today, so I kind of need you to slip a neurotoxin in his Gatorade.”

“Aw, Eren thinks I’m hot? Tell him I think he’s hot, too,” you bat your eyelashes at him, but Armin only offers you an unimpressed glare in return.

“I think he might be onto us, actually,” Armin notes, affectionately bumping his nose against yours.

“If he’s onto us, then it’s because you’re the one giving it away, not me.”

“Oh, because you could never do anything wrong, right?”

“Right,” you flash him an overconfident smile before reaching up to kiss to the tip of his nose, “See you’re so smart, baby.”

Armin shakes his head again in disbelief. You’re a handful, he can see that much.

“Come on,” he prompts, “We should go, I still have to finish my lab write up, and I know you haven’t started your paper.”

Armin tries to motion you forward, but is stopped when he feels your hand combing through his hair, and sees the genuine spark of concern in your eyes. “The one for your elective? I thought you said you were going to finish it on Monday.”

“I was,” Armin admits, “But then I didn’t.”

“You want me to help you with it?” you offer kindly, pushing his bangs back and letting your hands fall down the sides of his face, palms resting against his ears.

He nods gently, turning his head to press a kiss into your left palm, before wrapping his hand around your wrist, “I can help you outline your paper.”

You nod in return, and Armin spares one more kiss, before pulling your hand away to lace your fingers together.

Thankfully, nobody’s around to catch you exiting the classroom, or see you holding hands as you make your way out of the building and towards the bus stop. This was Armin’s favorite part of any Tuesday; the one time he could hold your hand on campus without the fear of getting caught by your friends.

He reasons that you guys should probably tell them soon, though, especially if Eren might have an idea of what’s going on. You were bound to get caught sooner rather than later. That, or Eren and Sasha would start meddling.

“If you think Eren knows, then Mikasa definitely knows,” you note, swinging your intertwined hands as you walk through the parking lot as a shortcut.

“Maybe if you actually remembered to hide Soup’s toys, there would be less evidence for her to piece together.”

“Yeah, well, maybe if you didn’t forget when your midterms are, I wouldn’t have to emergency cat sit the hour before Mikasa comes around, and there wouldn’t be any toys to hide in the first place.”

“I’m bad with dates, you know that!” Armin pouts, “I don’t say anything when you forget about ten page papers until four hours before they’re due.”

“You’re saying something right now, actually.”

“That’s not what I—you know, you’re so—”

Armin’s quiet when he feels your lips pressed against his cheekily, “Annoying. I know. You like it. You’re not very good at staying mad for very long.”

Armin’s tempted to roll his eyes yet again—he really needs to quit it, or at the very least, get your own temper under control before it’s irreversible and completely rubbed off on him—but takes the opportunity to kiss your forehead, instead.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Your eyes twinkle under his affections. “And that you love me?”

He nods, “And that I love you.”

“And that you’re gonna fuck me before you make me write my paper when we get home, right?”

Armin chuckles and presses another kiss to your forehead, “We’ll see about that one.”

Hange huffs as they make their way through the parking. They always forget their keys in their office, and always, inconveniently park half-way across the campus. In their defense, this parking lot is free, and the one closest to the Medical Sciences building is not. So, really, capitalism is the one to blame for their frequent late night car lot strolls.

They hear two familiar voices bickering just as they’re about to step into their car, and are more than surprised to see their two favorite students walking together. Walking together and holding hands. Wait—you and Armin are walking together and holding hands?

Hange blinks for a moment, drowning out the sounds of the conversation after they see you two kiss. Their jaw practically falls to the asphalt and they might not blink for a full two minutes as they process what they just saw.

Their trance is broken when it finally, finally clicks together, and Hange has to try their hardest to contain their squeals before sitting in the driver’s seat, an overly forceful slam to the car door following. They waste no time fumbling with the pockets of their lab coat to fish out their phone, and make a call to their favorite math professor.

“Levi, I told you Arlert and (_____) had to know each other outside of class! I think they might be dating! You know what this means, right? I can have them both in the same lab without worrying they might start a chemical fire, and I won’t have to hire two brick heads this summer!”

Levi has never hung up a call more quickly in his life.

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