#Of course I thrist of all of them

[sylverstorms]

How the K/DA members react to their fans demanding a kiss on-stage:

Akali is hesitant, at first, but only for your sake. She turns to face you while the crowd endlessly chants your ‘ship’ name, making sure her fringe covers her searching gaze from the cameras. The same deep, ocean blues that shine like azurites underneath the glittery floodlights, that you absolutely cannot meet without your cheeks feeling like they’re bursting into flames. 

Whatever she sees in you during those stolen seconds must be enough for her, because the next heartbeat she has taken a brave step forward, warm hands cradling your jaw and neck like something utterly fragile and completely precious. The last thing you see is her faint, private smile drawing closer before you instinctively close your eyelids...

Just like that she’s kissing you. Slim, balmy lips caress your own, soft as cotton and far gentler than you could have ever imagined –and you did dare imagine this, during moments of weakness in lonely nights. She starts out slow, gives you time to relax into it before her mouth parts slightly against yours, asking for more. 

On one hand, you’ve already given much more than what your thirsty fans asked for. You should stop. You should, but… you feel her pull you closer, the tremble of her breath against your lips. And that does you in. The very tips of your tongues meet and move together for a heated, electric moment you both savor like fine wine, before you break apart, chuckling in embarrassment.

Gods above, your stomach is filled with butterflies. 

Seeing the red color dusting her beautiful face, you think maybe you’re not the only one who has them. 

Kai’sa hugs you easily –it’s almost a habit by now– at the end of the concert, yet turns beet-red the millisecond people start demanding you kiss. She steps back, refuses to meet your eye as the voices get louder, but you both know your fans will not stop until they are appeased. With a deep breath, you accept your fellow popstar is never going to make the first move, therefore the task falls onto you. 

You touch her waist gently, assuringly. Gorgeous violets shyly rise to meet your gaze. Surely, your eyes convey, a kiss between the two of you is not the end of the world. You always cuddle when watching movies with the group, you have fallen asleep in the same bed, once or twice. Both of you think the other is good-looking and there’s solid trust between you. This doesn’t have to be awkward.

Kai’sa seems to agree as she places one hand on your shoulder and the other finds yours. Your free palm slides to her side, caressing the bare skin at the cuts of her tight-fitting outfit. You lean in…

Her lips smell like peach gloss, you note before you kiss them. And –oh, she’s so soft and pliable against you. Everything about her is buttery sweetness. No wonder you cannot get enough. What was meant as a chaste peck turns into a legitimate liplock; you’re sucking on her lower lip and the worst –best?– part is that she seems in no rush to pull away.

A soft sound in the back of her throat snaps you out of the daze before your tongue slips into her mouth and this really gets out of control. 

Breaking apart under the sounds of endless cheers, red-faced, Kai’sa squeezes your hand tight. She does not let go. 

Ahri doesn’t seem fazed by the demand, nor did you expect her to be. Her bow-shaped, pink lips merely curve into a slow smile capable of charming the coldest of hearts, crystalline tails ever moving behind her in gentle, hypnotic waves. When she angles her torso towards you, reaches up with graceful fingers to guide her microphone out of the way, her intention clear, you forget what it means to breathe. Ahri fixes you with her smokey, endlessly blue eyes and crooks a finger. 

“Come to me, sweetheart.” she beckons. Still, you hesitate. Until she silently mouths “Don’t you trust me?”  

It isn’t her you don’t trust, it’s your body’s reactions to her. You are placed in a spot where you don’t exactly have a multitude of options, though, so you summon what is left of your courage and walk up to her. As soon as you step close, her arms rise to guide you into her. Her touch trails up your shoulders like water; one hand wraps around your neck, the other weaving through your hair to cup your nape.

“Don’t be afraid.” comes her gentle whisper, practically against the corner of your mouth.

When she kisses you, it is like every dream blossoms to life. Her vanilla scent, her sweet taste, the softness of her tails brushing your legs and sides, all feel like you’re floating, suspended between the clouds and heaven. Ahri’s thumb rolls in little circles underneath your ear and the whine you give has her smiling against you. 

Then her tongue licks over your bottom lip and you nearly die. The velvet trace of it over yours melts you in her arms. With a parting suck on your bottom lip she draws back, flashing the cameras a wink and a brilliant smile.

Meanwhile, her hand still caresses your neck, as if telling you to breathe. 

Uh-oh. That look is burning-hot trouble. It is the definition of eye-sex.

Evelynn already has her arm around your shoulders when the audience starts chanting for you to kiss. No way that’s happening, you muse with a shake of your head. Sadly for them, she doesn’t much care what others think, fans or media, nor does she aim to please anybody other than herself.

You make to extract yourself from her side, except… you find that her hold tightens. The diva turns to you, pins you in place with a liquid smirk and lidded amber eyes peeking above the rim of her mauve sunglasses… 

Your stomach plummets and shatters before she even traps your chin between a thumb and curled pointer, before the deadly sin that is her purple-glossed mouth descends on yours. Her full lips cover your own like smoke, taste like the sweetest poison you can’t help but drink in. Sounds are muted to your ears. Thoughts on your surroundings dissipate. You are in darkness; the only thing you are allowed to feel is her. 

Evelynn does not ask for permission to deepen the kiss; she just takes it. Her thumb guides your mouth slightly more open and then her tongue slithers in, rolling around your own while the fiery seal of her lips never breaks. Your knees nearly give out from underneath you. 

By the time she’s satisfied, pulling back, readjusting her mic with long, manicured fingers, you are left as shaken as a house after an earthquake. You do not hear whatever risque thing she says to the crowd, only feel her thumb wipe the lipstick mark off the corner of your mouth. You have half a mind not to turn into her touch.

Minutes later, you have almost managed to compose yourself. That is, until she leans in again, her breath hovering over your ear this time;

“Darling.” she drawls. “Shall we continue this at the hotel?”  

[phant0mth1ef]

girl dad bakugou hcs / can be read as a standalone or as part 5 to bakugou x support course reader

- whenever they wanted to play dress up, the man would argue with two five year olds happily oblige and put on a custom made princess dress that you had bought him.

- his kids were big deku fans growing up and everytime he was forced to buy merchandise he would secretly grind his teeth and grip the shopping cart handle just a little harder.

- he ended up having to take them to meet deku and he was ticked off the whole time, but still took and framed the photo of his two little girls that were as happy as they could be.

- his daughters were daddy’s girls through and through.

- his fans would definitely make thrist trap posts about him as a dilf, and you’d read them to him as he made dinner, almost falling off the kitchen counter while trying to catch your breath when someone said “till? WE’RE NOT STOPPING ❌”

- his fans would also post about how the biggest and baddest man is getting bossed around by you on a daily, making him seem small and meek.

- although he tries his hardest to keep his little family out of the spotlight, they do sometimes end up making the front page & his daughters are always dressed to the 9’s and posing in full force for the cameras.

- it was as if each kid was a carbon copy of him, inheriting his hair and red eyes, one even going so far as to get a similar quirk, and your other daughter wanted to be just like her mother, pursuing a career in the support course.

- one of his daughters actually wanted to go to shiketsu but he wouldn’t allow it.

“anything that isn’t ua is just less than! all the second rate heroes came from shiketsu and i will not allow my daughter to become second rate like that damn wind dude!” he was sitting on the couch while your daughter was trying to discuss shiketsu’s entrance exam with you.

- his daughters called him mister boom boom from the age of 4 to about… wait they never stopped calling him that!

- he wanted to name one of your kids dyna and the other might.

- you settled and let him have dyna but got to name your other kid who you named akari after your favorite assistant at mirko’s agency.

- his daughters worshipped him growing up but begun to make fun of him as they got older due to his funny lack of temper and the way he never talked back to you. ever.

- he made sure his daughters knew to never settle for less.

- imagine how annoyed he was when dyna came home talking about this boy she had met at ua, an electric type.

“hah?” “you are not dating dunce face’s offspring! break it off now! the dude’s second rate and i’m sure that kid of his is too! not good enough. no way.”

- glared at kaminari’s son the whole time when she brought him and his family over to meet you.

- akari was just like you, and maybe that’s why your husband chose not to anger her as much as he did dyna, but he always made sure to show up to her support events, and to always be her number one fan at each and every one of them bevause he remembered something you’d said back in highschool.

“support is a great career path, i just wish people would acknowledge it more because we don’t get nearly enough attention for as much as we do.”

- would instantly try to intimidate every boy your daughters ever brought him, kinda like phil dunphy in that one modern family scene where it’s like:

“that’s my little girl! i need her to know no guy on earth is good enough for her.”

- ultimately the man just loves his daughters and is so happy that he has them despite the fact that sometimes he doesn’t seem like it.

[goldfades]

Can you do a pt.2 of UConn wbb manager headcannon pleasee

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ─ UCONN WBB MANAGER

─ warnings | mentions of injuries, fluffy, nothing else?

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there are soooo many videos of manager getting upset over dumb calls that they make on the court

and people like read her lips and it's so funny because she'll just cuss them out not knowing there's a camera on her

like she gets pissed but since she can't get involved, she'll just talk to herself as she takes pictures

they become reaction pictures

the caption would be like "when my mom pisses me off but i can't let her hear" or something like that

there are a lot of videos of manager being really sassy but there are PLENTY of her being a sweetheart

especially to fans!!!!!!

not necessarily like clips or anything but anyone who's met her LOVES HER

she will gladly take pics of you and the player she's with, and not only that but baby girl will get ALL the angles

it's adorable

i feel everyone is very protective of manager but ESPECIALLY kk and paige because they're like her guard dogs

this may be like a really niche example but kinda like kiyoko in haikyuu??? yeah...

also NIKA

paige/kk get really protective over literally anything so it's just them tryna make you laugh when they're protective, but you/nika have a different dynamic where it's like

if anyone tries to disrespect you, not only will they have to deal with paige/kk but NIKA

and she's sm scarier than them no offense...

you know you've made into manager's heart when she starts to tease you because she's like... not being too professional with you anymore

especially like the freshman, ooo she loves teasing them

in this ask, where nonnie talks about how the team brings out manager's soft side is sooo true

like she may seem like a cold-stone bitch but in reality, she's NOT !! not even a tiny bit, poor girl just has the worst case of rbf EVER

her soft side comes out when any of the girls get injures, oh my gosh

she's the first to come to their aid and help them

and she's always there for them after the fact cus she knows how hard injuries can be when you play a support

she's there emotionally and talks them through it, makes sure that they know they're still part of the team injury or not, and of course that she loves them!!

AND she's very soft with the girls when they're going through stuff outside of basketball

relationship issues, family issues, drama within your friendgroup, baby girl is there to help them through it!!!!!

but she's not just like "therapist" friend, trust the team in return knows when theres something up w her and will do everything in their power to help her

and jump whoever hurt you

when manager gets her nails done, the team gets SOOO hurt bc they can't get theirs done bc of basketball so they get super mad at her (jokingly ofc)

so she just rubs it in their faces to get them angry LMAOOO, its very funny to witness

every once in a blue mood, manager will post a thrist trap and OH MY GOD

the entire team is in her comments hyping flirting with her up!!

and especially after uconn kinda blows up on tiktok, you bet those old thirst traps will make themselves into the damn edits

you and paige will hang out during that time and just look at edits while laughing your asses off (but paige is lowkey into yours cus she favorites them)

OOOO AND SHE FORGETS THAT THE EDITORS CAN SEE WHEN SHE SAVES THEM SO SHE JUST GETS EXPOSED AND EVERYONE'S JUST LIKE PAIGEEEE PLS 😭😭

i feel like there's def an edit with the audio "milkshake instrumental" bc everyone thinks u give off like... mean girl vibes

BUT EVERYONE FALLS IN LOVE WITH U BC OF IT, IF THAT MAKES IT???

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[meggiesposts]

i love your monoma posts they give me reason to live 😭 if u get the time, i think a funny premise would be if the reader was thristing over monoma (to like… an unhealthy extent), and he just can’t pick up on it?? like he’s calling them and their friends 1-A losers n shit and the reader is giddy over the fact that he’s just talking to them lol. maybe kendo can break the news that the reader has a giant crush on him and he like… doesn’t know how to act at all. he can’t tell if he should give them mercy and be nicer to them or call them out and be a little bitch about it 🤭

WARNINGS ⚠️ : reader thirsting, Monoma (kidding I love him), kendo being done w Monoma, reader being kind of a pervert, tried to make reader gender-neutral, a kiss, delusional Monoma

DONE

They are done.

Class 1-A is officially DONE.

Done with your bullshit.

Every time he comes around you go insane. So insane that you’ve said to his face that you would take him out on a date if he would let you.

His response? “Why would anyone go out on a date with a 1-A loser?”

They were done with listening to you thirst over the man that hates their guts. Mina was done listening to you choke over yourself with how much you want him.

Honestly she can’t listen to it anymore- listen… she loves you. More than anything in the world. But if you don’t stop- she’s going to burn your tongue off. She can’t hear your reasoning anymore either-

“But Mina- his arms-”

“I swEAR TO GO-”

She’s done.

She’s tried to talk to you about it too. What do you actually see in him, Ya’know? To be fair, you gave some valid reasons.

His eyes being the color of the ocean and his hair in line with the sand. His smile- taunting or not- was indeed- maybe, on some molecular level- attractive.

He also had potential to become a great hero! Seriously, he did! But oh- oh god his mouth. Every time he opened his mouth- all she saw was thousands of reasons why you shouldn’t like him.

Hell- Aizawa had to tell you to knock it off a couple times- and god forbid that one time you got put in a sparing match with him. The collective number of groans that rang throughout class 1-A was comical.

You rode that high for weeks. Let alone the fact that you used it as a chance to get your hands on him. With the strength of your quirk that- unfortunately for him he could not copy- you sometimes just held him.

He of course didn’t notice- using bakugou’s quirk to fill the air with dust from exploded cement.

You even got to straddle him- to which you told him to yield. He didn’t.

But that knowledge was just for you.

Yet he remained oblivious.

The class can’t count how many times they had straight up watched you say he was hot and how many times you had asked him out- to his face- which he didn’t understand.

The people of UA didn’t know what was worse. Your blatant thirst for the man- of the fact that the man was such an idiot he didn’t see.

It was clearly starting to piss even you off.

So finally, Kendo had to take it into her own hands.

It was gruesome.

“Y/n likes you-”

“Of course they do- the 1-A’s should bow to us.”

“No- Monoma- y/n likes you like-”

“A god? I am one.”

*smack*

She looked deep into the eyes of the disgruntled man as he rubbed the back of his head. The intensity of her silent stare man his shiver as he cowered back.

“Listen to me Monoma. I am being serious. Y/n likes you. Like a married couple. Like a significant other. They want you to be their boyfriend.”

…

“You serious?”

She’s done.

Now Monoma is hit with new information as he dwells in his dorm lair. He laid on his bed, staring at the ceiling as he was stuck in his thoughts.

On one hand. Your pretty. Like- really pretty. Like walk into a pole on the street because he was starting at you busy. Your strong, fast, really smart… aaannnndddd you like him. A major plus if you will.

But- you were in class 1-A. Could he even date someone in class 1-A after trashing on them so much?

He couldn’t decide yet. So he let it sit.

Unfortunately for him, due to his new knowledge of you, he became hyper-aware of everything you did.

The comments, the touching, asking him out point blank.

Everyone saw the change in him too.

The way he suddenly got tongue tied when he stepped up to class 1-A and you made a comment on how he looked hot when he smirked.

How when paired together he was suddenly stiff and stopped communicating.

He was flustered.

Something that you realized. Something you were going to have fun with.

Oh and you did.

Any chance you got you touched him. Your hand flat on his chest or wrapping your arm around his waist, you did everything.

It builds and builds and builds of course. So the next time he sees you- he snaps.

You were just trying to get a drink after going to the bathroom. It was pure coincidence that he was out too.

To say you were shocked when you were suddenly body slammed into the corner was an understatement.

You stared, wide eyed at the boy in front of you at he fumed.

You stayed quiet, waiting for him to say something- anything really. But he doesn’t. Just holding you in place- breathing heavily with anger swirling in his eyes.

You couldn’t complain- no.

His face was so close to yours. His breath fanning your lips and his body continuously brushing against yours.

You finally broke.

“If you wanted me like this so bad, you could’ve just said so-”

Lips cut you off. Soft, warm- and you melt. Your arms instantly forcing him against you as you eagerly push against him. Your head is fuzzy, filled with him, everything is him.

His warmth, how soft he feels, his hair under your fingertips.

It’s driving him crazy how easily he drives you crazy.

When he finally manages to pull away, he’s disoriented. His hair is a mess, his eyes trained on your love-stuck eyes and your swollen lips.

It takes him a minute of the close proximity to get his head clear. He suddenly shoves you back against the wall again as he pulls a few steps back.

He swallows thickly as he tries to get his barring together. Straightening his uniform shirt he quickly points at you.

God that love-sick smile your wearing, it makes him sick. Sick in love- sick with vile he doesn’t know.

So he points at you and he says-

“Keep quiet about this. I-I can’t be seen with a 1-A loser.”

He doesn’t mean it. Not really.

But that’s okay.

You’ll steal these flustering moment alone where he moans into your mouth and clutches so tightly onto your hips while he lives in his beautiful delusion.

You’ll keep openly pining after him while he continues to hate on class 1-A.

It’s okay though. You know where you stand. So you’ll let him continue to loose his own mind figuring you out, not fully realizing the extent in which your all his.

OKAY THIS WAS RUSHED AND IM 50-50 WITH LIKING AND HATING IT BUT I LIKED THE ENDING SO IMA KEEP IT

[azulock]

Random thoughts to prove that I'm alive while I'm forced by circumstance to work so much that I don't have time to write again:

Ya know, every now and again those "Character's socials"/SMAU type of posts cross my dash, and most of them portray the use of those socials in a way that I can only describe as early 2000s to early 2010s. That is, a time where those things were new enough that even celebrities could use them casually, where we still have screenshot of famous football players posting wild shit. Nowadays they don't do that anymore, cause it's a work thing, a brand thing. Cause nowadays those big football players are all brands in their own right.

I don't say this to shit on anyone doing these just to pose an interesting thought exercise: what would that type of social use look like for the characters? Cause, I can see Shidou's PR person still allowing him to post some wild shit - nothing too over the top or dangerous of course, but still being wild would clearly be part of his brand. Same thing goes for Bachira, weird and wild would also be his brand. I can imagine Oliver being allowed thrist traps cause being sexy would be part of his brand, and Chigiri would probably get to post fashion, haircare and shit like that ya know. And then you'd have people with the most basic brand style socials like Isagi, Rin and Sae who are all too professional.

[yuujispinkhair]

Hey Winter! I got another spicy headcanon/thrist to share! So let’s say like the reader or Yuji are in a room like a training room or something for sparring. And Yuji and the reader are gonna spar(just basic hand to hand combat) and they’re they’re sparring getting one hit on the other(not too hard because they love each other ☺️) and then Yuji ends up pinning the reader onto the floor. And realizing the position he put them both in, he kisses her before asking if she’s hurting anywhere so he can kiss all those places to make the pain go away and just make her feel better 😚😘

AAAHH THIS IS SO HOT!! <3 I just know Yuuji looks so SEXY during a sparring session omg! Thank you so much for sharing this with me! I had to write a short drabble!

Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Word Count: 600 Warnings: 18+, some suggestive stuff, making out, mentions of oral. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

You try your best to stay focused, but it's so hard when Yuuji is there in front of you, tall and buff and so strong and looking so sexy and powerful when he's in the middle of a training session!

He took off his shirt at some point, leaving him only in those stupid grey sweatpants that hang so low on his hips that you can't help but stare at his defined v-line. And now you can see Yuuji's gorgeous muscles flex so enticingly and the sweat glistening on his tan skin, and it's just so distracting!

There's this determined glint in his eyes that makes you dizzy. He looks like a tiger on the prowl. Yuuji is the sweetest guy in the world, but he is also a powerful fighter. And somehow, this thought makes you lose your mind so much. So, of course, you mess up and make a wrong move leading to you getting wrestled down onto the floor. But you know that you would never stand a chance against Yuuji anyways.

And if you are honest, you really like the feeling of him on top of you. It feels so good to get pinned down on the training mat, Yuuji's hands on either side of your face, his tall, buff body trapping you under him while his hot breath is on your neck, and a few droplets of sweat drip down onto you.

You almost feel guilty for getting so worked up when you see the worry in Yuuji's pretty honey eyes when he realizes that maybe he was using a bit too much of his strength.

"Oh no, cutie! I am so sorry! Are you ok? Was I too rough?"

You smile at him and shake your head while you put your hands on Yuuji's flexed biceps, admiring how good his muscles feel under your fingers.

"No, don't worry, baby! Everything is fine. You can stay right there you are."

You bite your lip and give him a rather cheeky look, and that's when it finally clicks, and Yuuji's eyes widen before a matching grin spreads over this handsome face, and he rolls his hips slowly against you.

"Oh well… let me kiss it better, just in case."

And the next thing you know, you feel Yuuji's warm lips on yours and his tongue slowly licking into your mouth.

"Tell me where it hurts, baby, and I'll make it better."

His voice is a horny whisper against your lips, and the hardness you feel pressing against you is even more evidence of his aroused state. You're breathing heavily, but it's not just from the training session, when you point at your neck and tell your boyfriend,

"I think it hurts here…"

Both of you can't help but giggle in between heated kisses and whispered I love you's. Soon your shirt is gone, too, and instead, Yuuji's lips and hands roam over your body, leaving sweet kisses and tender touches everywhere.

Your hands wander too. They caress Yuuji's arms, trace the buff muscles on his broad back, and tangle in his sweaty pink hair as he makes his way down your body. A kiss here, a lick there. He is so sweet.

The giggles turn into moans and finally Yuuji looks up at you from between your legs, where he is hooking his fingers in your training shorts, about to pull them down to expose your throbbing wet pussy to his hungry mouth. And the fire in his eyes is even more intense than during the sparring session.

"Let me kiss it better here, too. Gotta take good care of my sweet girl."

I am sobbing!! I need him so bad! Thank you so much for sending me this delicious thirst! Yuuji is so sexy when he fights, and I know I would be too distracted drooling over him to do anything else lol <3

[gingkos-eldritch-secret]

Fanfiction commentary and recommendations: Lex Luthor´s ascend from supervillainy to fatherhood Part V (chapters 21 to 25)

The Original story by @halfagone can be found here.

The previous parts of the commentaries can be found here:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part VI

Part VII

We left off with the Joker free, Parental figures and vigilantes worrying and a legendary girl´s night. What could go wrong?

The answer is everything.

I´ll warn you now, because I´ll be discussing the things happening in the fic: be cautious about the gore and torture and visceral descriptions about violence here. I mean, it´s Danny Phantom and DC. So a little bit of this shouldn´t surprise any of us if we think about the subject matter. Especially because it´s the joker we´re talking about. But yeah. Even though I won´t be all to graphicgraphic, I´ll still be referencing these topics.

On another note: the social media part of this fanfiction is giving me life.

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Now we dive right into the first scene, where goodbyes are being made. Catwoman goes home after a night of card games and shenanigans and Danny sleeps on the couch squished between two hyenas and please could someone draw this scene? Because it sounds utterly adorable. Or has he slept earlier? I have no clue, my reading comprehension at 3 o´clock in the morning has never been the best.

Or well. Danny already has slept on the couch. Now he just wants to flee from a certain ex-villain who wants to put him into one of her old costumes.

Selina meets Bruce on the way home, who seemed to have had a long night of searching behind him. And still, as exhausted as he must look, she is still thristing after him. Power to you, i guess. I mean it´s the two furry adjacent people, so I´m not surprised xD

They also talk about the reason 'why' bruce is so tired and Selina finally grants him a small respite and just tells him where Danny was - and off the bat goes in the hope that he´ll find Danny before the Joker does. And that´s just the problem, isn´t it? Because when it is foreshadowed like this? It never happens as we hope it does. So, of course the Joker finds Danny first, but that comes later.

First Harley and Ivy´s place gets blown up, while Danny has been on his wa to Wayne manor. Does he go farther away from the explosion? Of course not. It´s Danny 'herocomplex' Luthor we´re talking about. So, of course, he runs towards his new friends´house.

And as hard as Tim tries to get there in time, Danny was faster and the Joker? He had already been waiting. They straight up drive into Danny with a van and pick him off the floor like a ragdoll before they zoom off. Not that it will do the Joker and his goons any good in the long run, but for now they´ve certainly succeeded in their quest for violence.

As the clown realizes that Danny is Luthor´s ward and not Batman's he gets the absolutely hilarious (not) idea of getting a camera. With the thought process 'what will Lexie do when the brat is being being broken and tortured on live camera'? God, he´s such an awful person.

Though I think that is quite degratory to the 'person' part of this sentence. I don´t know what I want to call the joker, but even monsters have more humanity than this. So then what is he? An abomination? A thing? A blight on humanity? Either way, he´ll get his comeuppance.

So the joker broadcasts a torturing session on live television. With Danny already roughed up from the … way he has been brought to unconciousness by the man and his goons.

Meanwhile good old Jim Gordon is feeling faint because. That´s Lex Luthor´s son. That´s a civillian. That´s a freaking CHILD being tortured. And he can´t even do anything to help.

The Joker gets some torture advice from the life stream viewers (and how much do you have to abhro a person to do something like this? How inhumane must you be? How much must you dehumanize the person being tortured to even get the bright idea to bring them even more pain?). And also just uses some of the nice comments for torture adivce. Someone compliments Danny´s eyes? Would be a shame if we took them now, wouldn´t it?

I think poor old Jim worries even more because Danny is so uncharacteristically silent. Not. That him being loud would be much better, what with the Joker being the Joker …

And Lex is just entering boss mode as he watches his son beng tortured on live television. I understand the man.

And the bats are just frantically searching for the warehouse used. One of these days they´re getting a heart attack from all of their regular adrenaline highs.

So while the Joker just gloats into the live stream and taunts the viewers he does not realize that Danny being Danny slipped through his bonds and took the knife stuck in his thigh out all the while slipping into the darkness to ambush the joker with a gun. He took out the camera instead and the chase? Was on.

It really is an action scene absolutely worth reading, but it ends with Danny getting a shot to the shoulder and Joker getting a shot to the chest. Of course that doesn´t stop our most hated abomination though. Oh No. He wants to take Danny with him.

And Danny? He has had enough. He just. Melts the Joker´s brain via eldritch form and that´s that for now. Until Jason bursts in and finds them and just gets Danny the hell out of dodge and into a hospital.

Though at first there´s Jason freaking out a bit at the situation because: how did that happen? I mean, I understand his priorities. Especially because Danny doesn´t look like he could pack a punch and the Joker seems to have died because of fright (though he also realizes that he died of blood loss) - with his hair turned white and his face a mask of horror. But the man who killed him is finally, finally gone. And while he ruminates Danny wakes up.

Jason realizes Danny knows it´s himself. He realizes that Danny somehow knows his idendity and while he wants to talk about THAT, he also sees just how horrible Danny´s condition is and wants to get Danny to agree to a hospital. Good idea, but the trauma is just. The trauma …. Poor Danny.

He´s still a snarky little shit though, because he instantly banters with Jason as he does first aid, horrified at the implications of Danny knowing how to get a bullet out of himself via FORK. Danny what the fuck???

So while Jason gets Danny to some transport vehicle, they talk. And Jason grapples with the inormation that a) Danny somehow seems to be able to see souls and b) has died before.

It´s kinda ruined by Danny telling him that 'I told you guys I had a heart failure. You realize that you technically die when your heart stops, right?`  Never change Danny, never change. Now, we know that that´s not the whole truth, but ... yeah I can see why he´d use that as a shield. It is technically the truth after all.

So while the GCPD forces Danny into the hospital, Danny …. Wants Jason to come with him. Jason can´t really say no when Danny trembles with fear, now, can he? At least one of them doesn´t have to be alone with their fears for now.

Lex is on a more or less literal warpath as he storms into the hospital asking after his son. And he begins to immediately rip into Gordon beause that is his son. With a hospital trauma. In a hospital. And while he still doesn´t like this, at least Red Hood is with him. Better him than Brucie boy in any way. (And wow, that were many 'hospitals' in a short paragraph ...)

Danny and Jason talk and I think Danny was this close to fist fighting the doctors when they wanted to give him an anaesthetic for the bullet removal. I like the attitude and I know he did it, because those things don´t work on his weird biology, but still. The part of me is just so immensely worried it´s not even funny anymore.

Jason is doing an introspection about Danny and his pain tolerance, the reactions to hospitals and the scars and i think he just wants to put him into bubble wrap and keep him somewhere safe. i feel u bro, i really do. But as you´re part of a story, I seriously doubt you can fo that. We can´t from our past. Even if we desperately want to. Doubly so in fiction. Especially in fiction. I mean. it´s a literary device :')

Lex arrives on the scene and instantly begins to fuss over his son. It´s honestly sweet, even when he threatens the nurses and doctors present to sign NDAs or ELSE.

I also think Jason realizes how important Lex is to Danny when he just instantly melts into his arms and begins to cry, even though he´d held strong before. Nary a tear or reaction. But people do react differently with people they feel safe with.

And he feels jealous. Because he could´ve had this with bruce, couldn´t he? If not for the pit or his reactions. Or is it his own fucked up personality keeping them apart? I don´t think that Jason really knows anymore.

So while Lex thanks Red Hood for being there, Jason reveals that he hadn´t done much. Which leads to attention on Danny who´s basically like 'So I kinda maybe killed the Joker? *jazz hands*'

Which is of course the moment Batman enters. Now that can only go badly. Not that many things in this fic have gone well . I have the feeling that i say this in every part at least once and i DON´T wanna repeat myself so often, but. Well. Ain´t it the truth anyways?

So. Lex may or may not have dwindled in his opinion on both Bruce Wayne and Batman. And really, who can blame him?

One could not keep his son safe in the first place and the other couldn´t save him when the Joker got him.

Of course he´s hating the situation. And of course he´s frustrated with the people here now. Especially as Dick wants to talk to Lex alone as Gordon and Batman interrogate Danny. And it is an interrogation. Or it will be. I think that´s happening in the next part. And oh boy... It will not be pretty. At all.

Dick and Lex --- well the conversation certainly could have gone better. And they certainly could have behaved better in the first place, but …. Lex respects the honesty and the reasons. Honestly, Dick´s a straight up miracle worker in this regard. Props to him! He deserves a cake for that masterpiece. Seriously >.>

Lex not happy about any of them. Not in any defintion of the word. But he accepts it. The family is still on very thin ice for now though.

And Lex ....he now knows what other think of him as a parent. How they fear for Danny. Because a former supervllain as an adoptive father all of a sudden? People do not believe that. He realizes what could have gone wrong now. And that´s just painful to think about. Who would want to think about being a bad parent? What if Danny hadn´t wormed into his cold, dead heart? I think I´d have felt sick if I realized how close I came to being the same as the neglectful parents and the abusive godfather ...

He also thinks of how easily Danny could have been just another Wayne child instead of his own. And while he now certainly hates Bruce less, I doubt that he´ll like him either for a long time.

[schrijverr]

I Dig You 1

Chapter 1 out of 8

Robin is tentatively excited for her first internship: an archaeological dig in the Netherlands, where she has been studying. However, when she gets there, Steve is there too. The dick of their uni that she now has to work with. Great. But being stuck digging for six weeks makes people bond and maybe he isn’t too bad. Maybe he can be her friend.

AKA an archaeology interns, modern, enemies-to-friends stobin au

On AO3.

Ships: none

Warnings: referenced homophobia

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Chapter 1: Encounter

Of course.

Of fucking course.

Robin will never be rid of this fucking guy, she seethes as she glares daggers into the back of Steve Harrington’s head. He hasn’t done anything in particular, he just showed up. But that was enough for Robin.

Why must he also be here? She would have totally thought he’d be in the Caribbean sieving sand instead of being here with her in a random small town in the Netherlands for his internship. It doesn’t make any sense, but here he is anyway.

Robin herself couldn’t afford to go on a uni internship, you had to pay to excavate, no thanks. She couldn’t even really afford a plane ticket home for the summer break, so she stayed in the Netherlands for her internship. A paid one, albeit only if you can count 3 euro per hour paid. It isn’t much, but otherwise she’s not getting credit for it, so alas.

However, Steve very much has Caribbean internship money. Or even Greece internship money. He could be chilling somewhere in the sun, but instead he’s here as well. And Robin doesn’t fucking get it.

She knows Steve has money, because she has been forced into his proximity since the introduction in the first year. As the two Americans in their year, they have often been grouped together and Robin would rather the uni stop. She has made her own friends. Not many or very good ones, but friends.

Enough that she doesn’t want to be stuck with Steve, whose parents bought him a house – not an apartment, but a house – when he came to study here. A house he throws so many parties at with girls who all thrist over him. It’s fucking annoying. He’s fucking annoying. And none of the pretty girls realize it and Robin wants to scream.

And instead of being rid of him for the summer, they’re stuck together for six weeks, because apparently he is on the same excavation she is.

Robin herself is here out of desperation. She has more of an interest in archaeosteology and the illnesses you can find in human remains. However, no graveyard was being excavated, so she’s getting her six weeks experience at a random excavation instead. Fine enough.

She doesn’t know what Steve is interested in, but she expects it to be something stupid like the Romans or something. Or maybe he doesn’t care for any of it and is he just doing it, because his mommy and daddy told him he had to do something and he thought archaeology would be easy. Must be regretting that now with the big practical aspect of it.

Maybe he forgot about the internships and didn’t sign up, so this is a desperate last resort to get his credits? That seems pretty likely, so Robin accepts that as reality.

Not that knowing why will change anything. And Steve doesn’t even seem to realize how much he has just ruined her summer. He just greets her with a smile as he asks: “You also interning here?”

“Yup,” Robin says, not trying to be rude, but also not feeling like being friendly.

Luckily the project leader introduces himself to them as they introduce themselves back. His name is Jeroen and he shows them the trench they’ll be working in for the first week, week and a half. Together. Great.

The excavation has been going on for a while already, but it won’t be done soon, since they’re digging at a construction site where an entire new neighborhood is being built. Robin is unfamiliar with commercial archaeology, so she listens eagerly, glad everyone here seems to speak good English. She has picked up phrases here and there, but she is far from fluent.

They’re currently working in trench five or, in Dutch, put vijf, while next to it construction is already happening on what used to be trench four. Further along trench six is already being plotted and dug by the machine excavator.

In trench five – put, Robin reminds herself, wanting to be able to get the terms right for when they’re written down, since the excavation is in Dutch – they need to dig up and record all the features, sporen in Dutch.

The two have couped at their first fieldschool, so they’re given a shovel to go with their trowel and Jeroen explains how the admin system works, before setting them loose to coup the first half of all the features – no, sporen.

Robin is half tempted to wait and see where Steve starts, so she can dig at the other side of the put, but there are already a few people digging and she wants to be friendly with the people that are going to be her coworkers, so she follows after Steve.

With Jeroen, it’s a team of nine total, including her and Steve. Since they can only work one put at a time (not to mention it’s summer break) a bigger team isn’t necessary. Robin is grateful for it, because large groups of people have never been her thing, so this smaller crew seems a lot more manageable.

Maybe this internship wouldn’t be too bad.

One woman, Astrid, takes them under her wing a little, asking: “Have you dug many coups before already?”

Robin shares a look with Steve – it’s involuntary, she swears, but it happens. Their fieldschool wasn’t exciting with nothing being found.

So, while they did get the theoretical explanation that when people in the past dug holes to place things like poles or trash, those poles and organic trash decomposed and with the new layer of soil that formed a new color dirt filled the hole, which they could now see when they dug to the C horizon in the earth. Neither of them have dug out many of the features/sporen.

However, Robin doesn’t want to admit to her own inexperience so bluntly. Steve does not have that inhibition, easily shrugging: “Like one or two. This is my first internship.” And while Robin still doesn’t like Steve, she is glad that she can just nod along.

“Alright, but you know how to do it, right?” Astrid asks, before chuckling: “It’s luckily not that hard.”

Robin awkwardly chuckles too as the two of them nod.

“I’ll draw some-” Astrid stops her sentence and turns to one of the others, who is digging further down, yelling: “Bas, wat is een goede vertaling voor coupeerhaken?”

The man in question, Bas, looks up and thinks for a second. The he yells back: “Geen idee, iets van coup hooks?”

Robin’s Dutch isn’t amazing, but she’s pretty sure Astrid just asked Bas for a translation of the word and Bas had no clue either.

She turns back to them apologetically and says: “I’m going to call them coup hooks. The little thingies to indicate what part to dig out, you know what I mean right?”

“Yeah, I do,” Robin smiles, wanting to assure Astrid.

“I would have no clue what to call them otherwise,” Steve adds and Robin feels vaguely annoyed, because she is pretty sure Astrid’s smile back is directed at Steve, not her.

“Anyway,” Astrid moves on. “I’ll draw some for you until you get the hang of them. And just give a holler if you find anything, you’ll know because you’ll hear your shovel break it.”

Robin still finds the idea of breaking any finds horrifying, but it seems to be part of it. And she doesn’t want to pull attention to it, so she just thanks Astrid and follows after her with Steve to the first two sporen so they can start digging.

Astrid quickly explains: “The card with the… uh, spoornummer… Ah, featurenumber! When you’re done digging stick it in to the side, so we know it hasn’t been drawn in yet.”

“And photos?” Robin asks, proud at herself for managing to speak up and ask about something she’s confused about instead of being anxious about it in private. College is good her her. Growth and all that.

To answer her question, Astrid gets a company phone with a sturdy case that functions as a camera and explains the admin app for photos to them. She points to where the North arrow and folding ruler are, before leaving them to it.

Now couping can be a little boring, especially in put five where there is apparently nothing to be found in the sporen. So they’re just digging to find out what shape the discolored earth is in the hopes of figuring out what its function used to be.

She and Steve work in silence for most of it. He tries to start a few conversations, but she isn’t really in the mood to talk to him, more focused on creating a neat little square for a coup and not letting her vibe be ruined by Steve.

They have two breaks that day of half an hour, one is on the boss, but they have to pay for the other themselves. So after eight and a half hours, Robin says goodbye to the first day of her summer internship.

While it was kinda fun, she is glad to be done for the day. She still has two and a half hours in public transport ahead of her, before she’s home and can rinse off the dirt and sweat, something she is looking forward too. As she checks in, she sends a small thank you for free public transport for students to the sky, because she couldn’t afford the daily commute otherwise to this outer corner of the Netherlands.

The next day her alarm goes early in the morning and she’s glad she doesn’t have roommates in her student housing, because they would probably hate her with how she’s grumbling and stumbling around in her studio.

At the dig site, Steve looks way too chipper for the hour and she sends him a glare. He looks a little confused, maybe even hurt by it and she feels a bit bad. However, she stuffs the emotion away and grabs a shovel. Steve is an asshole, she probably just imagined it.

Again, they’re digging coups the whole day. The sun is burning and the ground is drying out, making it incredibly difficult to get through. So, they’re all sweaty and a bit burnt when the first break is finally here. Robin finds it quite funny how they’re all re-applying sunscreen together, sitting in a circle.

And so the days continue.

That first week Robin gets into a rhythm. She stumbles out of bed early in the morning, dozes in the train, dozes in the bus, before having to walk the last bit to the dig site. There they dig all day, putting on sunscreen during both breaks, before she takes the bus and train again, showering when she gets home and shoveling down an easy meal. Digging makes you hungry. Then she writes her daily reports, before falling into bed.

She also tries to make contact with the other people they work with. All of them are nice and their English is great – not an odd detail, considering most of them studied at the university in English, taking the same courses she is now.

However, they’ve worked in the field along other Dutch people since their graduation, so it’s habit to fall back in the language. Robin gets it, but she feels awkward reminding them that she can’t follow along. Her Dutch isn’t that great yet. So, she kind of fades to the background.

Steve is in the same boat as her, though he has less trouble reminding him he doesn’t speak Dutch, which Robin is reluctantly grateful for.

She knows she could be taking with Steve, since he won’t default to Dutch on accident, but she is holding on to her grudge. Not that Steve is making it easy. He seems perfectly nice and charming, which grates on her nerves.

And makes it very difficult to dislike him. Something that makes Robin dislike him even more and that only fuels her silence.

Not that it has deterred Steve from talking to her. He must have gotten tired of reminding people around Thursday that first week and has taken up talking to her during their breaks. It’s nothing interesting, just classes, professors, friends, parties, other shit he did. He doesn’t seem to mind her lack of replies.

Robin has to admit that Steve is funny too. Fucking annoying that is. But the jokes he makes are hilarious and she has to bite her lip not to laugh. She doesn’t like Steve, she reminds herself, she’s not giving him the satisfaction of laughing.

She breaks on Tuesday of week two. It’s about the stupidest joke too. Steve is telling her about how he got rejected for a date at a faculty party, groaning: “And she turned me down all because I told her that I dug her. You know, digging? Because we’re archaeologists. That’s a great joke, works on Argyle every-”

He cuts himself off in surprise, eyes growing wide as he looks at her. It’s only when he falls silent that she realizes she laughed.

An embarrassed blush covers her cheeks immediately and she looks away with a huff. “It’s a good pun,” she admits, as though under duress. It isn’t that good, but it’s funny.

For a second she regrets admitting that, until she chances a glance at Steve and sees him wearing a proud, self-satisfied grin. It almost looks as if trying to get her to laugh had been his goal all along and she doesn’t know how to feel about it.

The gesture is sweet, but for all she knows, he could be trying to get into her pants. She hates when guys try to do that.

“Thanks,” he smiles at her, oblivious to her inner musings. Then he blows her expectations out of the water when he laughs: “I should stop trying that line on girls, honestly. The only time it every worked was when I asked out Tommy, but that was never going to be more than a fling.”

“You’re… queer?” Robin asks, too surprised to hide it.

“Yeah, bi. Didn’t you know?” Steve asks in return, frowning a little. “I thought for sure we talked a little at that lgbtq hang out thing back in first year.”

They had, Robin remembers that and now she feels a little terrible for her bitter thoughts as she admits: “I thought you were only there to get into Tammy’s pants.”

Steve is quiet for a moment and just when Robin thinks he’s going to get mad or upset – neither of which are good since Robin gets anxious when people are mad and uncomfortable when they’re upset – Steve laughs again.

It surprises Robin almost more than the earlier revelation. He looks at her with a grin and says: “To be fair, I was trying to get into Tammy’s pants.”

He looks so kind as he says it, so nonjudgmental – unlike Robin had been – like he doesn’t care that she kinda erased his identity and called him performative. Maybe there is more to Steve than she had realized, she thinks, as she allows herself to smile back and say: “Sorry.”

Steve shrugs: “It’s okay. I try not to flaunt it too much anyway. Can’t have word coming back to my folks back home, you know.”

Robin flinches a little at that. Her own parents are cool and have always been, but she’s still forced into a dress whenever they go by her conservative grandmother, having to listen to all the advice about how to get a husband.

“That sucks,” she tells him genuinely, because they queers have to stick together.

“Tell me about it,” Steve chuckles, fortunately not sounding too bothered about the whole thing. “I guess it could be worse. My dad wanted me to be a legacy at Yale, then he would have heard all about what I’ve been doing from his old buddies. Now I got a whole ocean between us and no eyes on me at all. Just have to be careful about what I put online, but that’s it.”

It sounds like he’s underselling how much it sucks, but Robin isn’t going to push. If Steve is trying to undersell it, then he probably doesn’t want to talk about it. So, she just awkwardly goes: “That’s nice.”

Luckily, she is saved by the break ending and the two go out into the field again, digging even more coups.

They’re almost done with put five and put six has already being dug. There hasn’t been much inside the coups here, but they’re optimistic about more being found elsewhere, since they’re currently on the outer edge of what used to be a settlement instead of at the center.

This time, when they’re out digging, Robin actually talks back to Steve. She has decided that he can’t be all bad and digging in silence was kind of a bummer. So, she’s giving him a chance and hoping her faith isn’t misplaced. It would suck if Steve truly is a douche.

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A/N:

I wanted Robin to be interested in proto-languages and how you can trace migration and interaction through language, but idk enough about it, so I went with archaeosteology because it fits with Robin too and I know a little bit more of it, though not too much either lol (im planning on projecting my own interests onto Steve bc they fit him better)

Also rip Roman arch, u can be interesting, but ur also the normie archaeology that gets way too hyped for no reason xp

I’m 100% Astrid trying to translate subject specific lingo and struggling, though I manage to do it both ways lmaooo

Also I love couping, idc what people say, it’s not boring and while it might be hard work, it is quite fun when you get into it

(btw, I think international students sadly don’t get free public transport here, which is so sad, but I didn’t want to put Robin through actual public transport prices bc those are criminal (we love a private company having a monopoly on a public service))

[bigahhhhhhhh]

The hipocrisy of the Maojou fandom to me is hilarious like... I just stumbled upon a person on Pinterest saying how they wanted to get Leo (from the anime of course) pregnant; and I just hum... Talked about his role in the manga and how there was more for him in the manga too and how him and Suya seemed to be romantically involved; and the person just freaked out. This was their EXACT reaction:

"WTF??? Isn't he over 500 and the princess is 19???"

Like????? Excuse me... So YOU are allowed to thrist over this guy but the moment an actual woman from his fictional world does the same all hell breaks loose?? I am starting to see a pattern here akskakskks.

This is just, and I am probably going in a stretch over this, but anyways... Internalized misoginy at this point... When the anime was airing I remember a BIG majority of people thirsting for Leo, like A LOT, many even started to read the manga because of him; but when it's actually revealed that the main character actually thinks the same way you guys are like "uh??? Wait... What????"

Why can you guys be into him and she can't?? Where do we draw the line?? Like??? You guys do know that he isn't real right?? You guys can't actually date him... You guys do KNOW that... Right??? Like.... Uh???

And it's not Leo's fault either... Suya made his life hell, being everywhere he was and driving him crazy, being it directly or indirectly; and whenever he tries to stop himself from going after her or tries to draw the line in the sand she just doesn't accept a no for an answer and goes after him stronger than before... She DOES NOT wanna be just friends, and that is very clear, or at least seems to be the case when you read the manga and pays attention to the signs.

I don't understand why people get so mad... You can be into the older anime guy, but the actual girl that is there can't? Honestly... I think she is one of the most realistic women I have ever seen in a long time in midia; I can relate to Suya a lot, including in the aspect of looking younger than I actually should look, like when I was 19 people really thought that was like 16-17 and I was already in university working and stuff... It would be weird for her to not like him honestly... She spends a lot of time with him, he treats her very nice, is respectful, takes care of her, screams at her when she does bad stuff and explains why she can't do them, cooks for her, brushes her hair, gives her presents, respects her boundaries, goes on dates with her, presents her to his family, is handsome, is rich, has a good job, likes kids, likes animals, is very smart, is very kind, always compliments her when she gets a new look or whenever she does something good, appreciates being with her, etc.

Why wouldn't she like him? I am seriously very confused lol... Like there are guys attacking Leo just because he likes Suya, and at minutes before they discovered that she was into him they were like "🫦🫦🫦🫦 hum, that cleric hum... 💓💓💓" Where is the logic?? Somebody please explain it to me????

[hungnitan]

My thought about Sedition of Imbibitor Lunae (before entering version 1.3) :

We all know not all preceptor support Danfeng as their leader as they want a power themself. So it possible Danfeng being manipulated by preceptors to do an experiment which he thought can transfer/remove his high elder traits while preceptors real intent is remove a high elder status completely so yeah their reasoning pretty align.

Of course we all know in the end preceptors betrayed him and wash their hand after knowing his failure... now I only want them still alive in HSR so that my trailblazer can spit and bonk them with a bat

Jingliu character story leak about her conversation with Danfeng :

I can imagine how devastated Danfeng after realise his situations, losing his living being connection with HCQ members, his freedom, everything are irreversable...

IL character story which is the very same situations as two inchor dragons cinematic video and I think except it's mistranslation he doesn't sounds pleasant about looking his other self happier than him which is saddening me... he sounds like past Seele and Veliona around the time Seele still not accept Veliona and Veliona still overprotecting her I'm HI3 earlier players so I know what I talking about lol

THAT'S WHY I WANT DANFENG REDEMPTION ARC ! PLEASE MAKE A 12 MINUTES ANIME FOR HIM HOYO !!! He's just sad boi want a normal life with his friends !

My conclusion : as this is Honkai series, I can't hope hoyo will dig that incident or HCQ daily life deeper than now except they make a story event... HI3 famous on killing one main character in main story and then making a happy life with that said character in event story afterall (lol). I can't even hope for Danheng knowing Danfeng real purpose at that incident and just moving forward along with Astral Express plus Danheng Blade still have a very long way to reconcile so hoyo will milk that parts (lol)

PS : I'm sorry with so many delulu HSR posting and forgetting my translation (lol), I really need to hold myself before tommorow big day for pulling IL banner ! And funny enough after watch cinematic video, I don't have any urge for IL light cone anymore. I saw a different light on that LC, not thrist or lewd but kinda disgust since knowing the scene must be around the time elders telling Danfeng false sins to Danheng...

[sakumasmut]

🧜‍♀️ here!

can't stop imagining anzu spending her birthday getting dicked down by the idols. I can see eichi already planning to send all the juniors to do idol works outside of the city for a week or two with either tatsumi or another trustworthy producer.

they would book a hotel room for her on the night of her bday, not wasting time to ravish her body when the clock strikes midnight. like the new years party, she wouldn't be getting any breaks (except bathroom breaks and food n drinks) until the clock strikes midnight again.

also if her birthday falls on a friday or a weekend the session will definitely last more than 24 hours. she doesn't mind though, as she did ask for this beforehand.

if the idols are too tired to thrust their cock into her holes, they'd resort to toys, their fingers, and even their entire hand to overstimulate her. I think free use anzu would 100% be into getting fisted, she's a masochist anyway.

I don't know how to end this thrist ack. sorry 'bout that. 🥹

they’d definitely do something special for her. not just regular free using of her, no, this time they’re focusing on her pleasure. of course most of it involves the usual rough fucking, but some of the idols wear loincloths that she gets excited over, and they get most of the abroad idols to come over just to celebrate with her

I think it should end with them all giving her the best aftercare, if the hotel has a big hot tub they bring her there and massage her while she soaks (also cockwarming her if she so desires). plus a nice giant cuddle pile with trickstar or other idols that are especially fond of her like kaoru and rei. wouldn’t be surprised if she wakes up with them already sliding into her though

[buraisu9009]

(Fire Emblem Three Houses: Scarlet Heart)

There are many thoughts and feelings that arise from the flames of war, a sense of victory, a passion for fighting, a feeling of appreciation and honor towards one's comrades, but, there is one feeling that while it sometimes spoken about, it's rarely ever focused on, and that is regret.

Edelgard set out to bring unity and peace to all of fodlan by destroying the "corrupt" church of serios and then taking on the agarthans otherwise known as "Those who Slither in the Dark". Alongside her throughout all of this was Byleth, her instructor, her strategist and of course her dearest friend. Many could say without exaggeration that it was in no small part to byleths efforts and kind nature that many former allies and students of garrag Mach, even after it was initially attacked and it seemed like byleth had fallen, they swore loyalty to edelgard and her cause. Why? Because byleth believed in her, and her vision. Banners, kingdoms, place of birth, I didn't matter, all that mattered in the end was doing what you felt was right. This is what byleth strove to teach her students, and it stuck.

Many in garrag Mach were shocked that over the course of one year, how much the black eagle house numbers swelled, not that the other houses were bare mind you, plenty of students were smaller houses and territories still made up thier numbers, but, any student worth talking about instantly wanted to be under the tutelage of the former mercenary, it was quite the interesting little ordeal.

But, this tale is about one of those students in particular, Ingrid Brandl Galatea, last heir of the Galatea bloodline, or at least, the last with a crest. Ever since she arrived at garrag Mach, Ingrid had only one goal in mind, she strove to train hard as a knight, and learn the tactics and strategies that would allow her to someday serve as a knight of the kingdom. But, her family however had other ideas, her father count Galatea had an alternator motive for sending Ingrid to the officers academy, he was hoping that there she'd be able to find a suitable husband and family to marry into so that House Galatea might be saved from ruin.

While she herself held her family and home in high regard, Ingrid could never shake off the thrist that her dream of being a knight had given her. She believed that this would all be so simple when she met Glenn, it was true love she thought, a partner that not only would meet her fathers needs, but also, someone who encouraged her to chase her dreams no matter what others thought of her. The day she lost him during the Tragedy of Duscar was one of the greatest pains she ever had to endure, it was an ache in her heart that she hadn't felt since she had lost her own mother. There were no words for it, it was simply an emptiness, a void in the soul that couldn't ever hope to be filled.

Ingrid carried this pain for years and into the academy, but, when she met her, something very unexpected happened. It was simply a normal day, the blue lions were training, with Sylvain "helping" her with her Lance technique. But, she was soon brought out of her stance by the sight of her, a blue haired woman walking through the field and up to her and the others.

"Um Ingrid, you still in there" Sylvain jabbed at her waving his hand in front of her face.

"Argh Sylvain enough, I'm fine" She then stood up straight as the stranger walked up to them

"I assume your Ingrid and Sylvain correct? Dimitri insisted I meet you both, my name is Byleth, I'm going to be teaching here soon so, I thought I best introduce myself formally " Ingrid was quite taken aback by how this woman carried herself, this was the person that had saved Dimitri and the other house leaders in the woods the other day, she had heard his highness tell the tale. She tried to introduce herself back but, Sylvain, interjected.

"Sylvain Jose Gautier, at your service lady byleth, and if you'd allow me, I'd like to thank you for saving our crowned prince personally~" Ingrid wasted little time in grabbing the young man's ear and pulling him back.

"Argh Sylvain could you please try and treat one woman you meet with some more dignity. My apologies for my friend miss. Oh, but, I mustn't forget my own manners, I am Ingrid Brandl Galatea, and on behalf of all of us in the blue lions, Thank you for saving his highness". She even added a small curtsy to the former mercenary. Byleth didn't show much emotion towards them but, simply shook her head. "There's no need to be so formal Ingrid, and your welcome, I'm just glad everyone made it out. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to meet with the other houses" byleth then took her leave from the both of them.

Sylvain nudged Ingrid. "Cmon Ingrid admit it, I saw that look when she walked over, your just into her as I was" Ingrid didn't bother dignifing him with a response instead getting back to her training. But, what she didn't say instead showed in her mannerisms, that meeting had done something to Ingrid she hadn't expected, byleth had surprised her and not simply by just her manners or lack of emotion, but, simply her appearance as well. She was taken aback as soon as she laid eyes of her, her mere presence seems to radiant a sense of strength, Ingrid had never felt something like that before, at least, not since Glenn.

That night Ingrid laid on her bed in deep thought. She couldn't understand it, what was it about byleth that she couldn't get out if her mind. Yes she was impressed by her and she was beautiful and looked rather strong, some of these details caused Ingrid ro blush abit at recalling it but, even then. Why was she blushing? She had met plenty of women who had similar qualities as byleth, so why was her thoughts so focused on her. She rolled over and began to wonder.

"What is it about you? Why I am I feeling like this?" Ingrid wasn't one for flights of fancy nor did she believe in love at first sight or anything but, even she had to admit, even if she couldn't place her feelings, she hoped to see more of byleth, perhaps she'd be assigned to the blue lions, the possibility was there after all. Ingrid couldn't focus on such things now though, instead she pushed the thoughts into the back of her mind and went to sleep.

Unfortunately, Ingrid wouldn't get her wish as instead the new professor was asided to the Black Eagle house. She was abit disappointed but, that didn't mean she wouldn't ever see the woman, she still hoped to train with her perhaps.

A few weeks would come and go, and the three houses would go on thier respective missions until one afternoon while Ingrid was in the training hall doing her usual routine she received a message from her father. It was the same old story, another potential suitor.

"Argh father you never relent..." however, She was soon taken out of her thoughts when byleth appeared behind her.

"Ms Galatea?" Ingrid whipped around surprised she didn't hear the professor coming. "Oh professor byleth hello, um, did you need something? And please just Ingrid is fine"

"Very well, by the way, what do you have there?" Ingrid didn't want to go into detail about her father and the whole suitor situation so she tried to come up with an excuse. "Oh this? It was just some scrap I have no use for so I was going to throw it away, always keep your spaces clean and tidy, you would do well to remember that as well professor" however what byleth said next caught the young knight quite off guard. "Is that so? Well if you don't mind, could you help me tidy my room sometime".

Ingrid did not expect to hear that and it caused the feelings from weeks past come flooding back. She should she say, was the professor teasing or serious, she was so hard to read with that blank expression, so Ingrid felt she simply should go with her gut. "I'm more than happy to help professor, but, I wouldn't want the others getting the wrong impression, me being alone in your room in all". Even though Ingrid told herself she most likely imagined it, she swore she saw the slightest smile form on the professors face. But, she soon shook herself out of her trance and changed the subject. "Anyway, I need to throw this away, always need to keep your spaces clean. My father taught me to always keep my spaces Immaculate, and to only ever use what you need in nothing extra, and to downsize when necessary, so it all goes hand in hand I suppose " Ingrid at this point knew she was rambling but hoped the professor didn't notice.

"Your father sounds like a good man"

"Yes he's, a good person. I don't mean to be rude professor but, is there a reason you came to see me?" Byleth again. Without showing even a hint of a emotion replied. "I was wondering if you'd like to spar with me"

Ingrid again was taken aback. "Oh um of course, I'd be happy to but, why me exactly?" She wasn't complaining of course but, was still curious.

"Felix and Sylvain passed by me and said you were wanting to spar for awhile now, and since we were in different houses you had left it alone, so I thought I'd just come find you and ask."

Ah that explained it.

"I see. Well I'll just get rid of this trash and then I'll be glad to spar with you're then tossed the piece of paper in trash bin. "What was it you were throwing away?"

"Oh just a scrap of paper, it was already written on so useless for note Taking, and couldn't use to clean my Lance either so I tossed it. Anyway, are you ready?" She asked getting into her stance, her Lance held at the ready. Byleth nodded and grabbed her sword and stood ready.

The two sparred for hours and into the night, Ingrid was amazed at byleths skills, how she glided across the training arena, not to mention her stamina. At first Ingrid thought she would have to be careful not to hurt the professor since she had a longer weapon but, that worry was quickly shoved to the side. She considered it an honor to go up against a warrior of such skill and prowess. By the time they finished Ingrid was winded, she had fought with all she had and she could barely breath. Byleth however seemed unfazed and walked up to her offering her hand, Ingrid accepted as the professor pulled her to her feet.

"Your quite skilled Ingrid, I can tell you have alot of potential, but, I would work more of your long attacks, thier were plenty of openings to where I could've seriously hurt you If I wanted to."

Ingrid nodded and bowed to byleth. "Argh thank you for this professor, I'll continue to work hard" byleth nodded and began to walk away. "See that you do, I look forward to next time" Ingrid stopped for a moment. "Next time?" "Yes, is that a problem ".

"No, no I was just surprised is all, But, wouldn't it be a problem to meet to train with someone else outside your house?" It was here was Ingrid began to feel her legs shake, as byleth gave her one of her very rare smiles. "I'm here now aren't i?"

Ingrid didn't know what to say, her cheeks were red as she looked away and nodded. "I'll look forward to it then!" She blurted out as the professor left. Ingrid sat down on a nearby bench and just shook her head. "Argh what is going on with me, what is it about her that's doing this?"

A few days later and Ingrid still couldn't shake the feelings that were running through her mind. It had started effecting her more, even her training was suffering because of it. It was driving her mad. She couldn't understand why she was feeling such things, but, what frustrated her most of all is what they actually were? Was it mere fascination? Fatuation? A childish crush? She didn't know and the thoughts of her father and own dream didn't help matters.

However, something did help bring her out of her emotional rut if o ly for a moment, after professor hannamen had dismissed the blue lions house and the students made thier way out, Ingrid noticed something, Sylvain and Felix weren't present. At first she thought that maybe they were sick or out on a mission, when Mercedes walked up to her desk she stopped her.

"Mercedes please wait a moment" the elder girl did so and smiled at her friend. "Of course Ingrid, are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine but, I was wondering, I didn't see Sylvain or Felix in class today, do you know why?"

"Oh you hadn't heard yet? They both transferred to the Black Eagle house, Felix wanted to learn more about professor byleths sword technique as for Sylvain well" She shrugged, Ingrid indeed knew why but was still surprised.

"I didn't know students could even switch houses?"

"Nor did I but, from what Felix told me, a student can change houses so long as the student and professor agree to the transfer, in all honesty, I thought about transferring myself."

Ingrid nods and this simply caused her mind to race again, this however caught Mercedes attention. "Ingrid, are you sure your well, you look rather flustered"

The last thing Ingrid wanted to do was talk about the matter but, at the same time, she was beginning to think if she didn't talk it over with someone then she was going to go mad, and Mercedes may be the best person to turn to for this. "In all honesty Mercedes, could we perhaps meet in your room, there's something I'd like to discuss privately if you'll allow me"

The girl smiled and nodded. "Of course Ingrid, your always welcome, I'll make us some tea and we can talk about what's troubling you". Thus she did just that as soon enough the two were seated in Mercedes courters with two cups of tea prepared. "Here you go Ingrid, I hope you still like mint".

She smiled and gladly took it. "It's my favorite, thank you Mercedes ". "Your welcome, so what has you so troubled Ingrid, I don't believe I've ever seen you like this?"

Ingrid sighed as she slowly took a sip of the tea to calm her nerves and then put it aside. "Mercedes before I start please promise me that what's discussed won't leave this room, this isn't easy for me to talk about ". Mercedes nodded and put a hand on Ingrid. "I give you my word". Ingrid leaned back against the wall and then began. "It has to do with professor byleth, I don't know what it is but, I feel so strange around her and I can't decipher what this feeling is. At first I thought it was purely admiration, after all, she's a representation of what I strive to be, a strong and capable warrior who is dedicated to her goal. But, that doesn't explain the other things. My chest gets tight, I can't think straight and even having trouble sleeping...

Mercedes listened intently and she began to think that she perhaps knew the answer. "Ingrid I don't mean to presume anything but, do you think perhaps you have a crush on the professor?"

Ingrid blushed and was about to push back against her friends statement but, as she thought about it, she simply rubbed her head in frustration. "I don't know Mercie, I thought that could be the case but, I just... I haven't fallen for anyone since..Glenn. "What I feel when I'm around the professor is similar but, not the same and the sides, I've never been with another woman, I don't think I'd even know what to do. The sides, it wouldn't be right, I'm a student and she's our professor, it be wrong.

Mercedes sat up straight. "Perhaps, but, I will say this much Ingrid, if you do nothing about what you feel, they will only grow to the point where you can no longer handle them. I know this personally.

Ingrid was surprised and looked abit taken aback. "Mercedes are you saying youve"? She simply nodded and smiled as she recounted her encounter. "Do you remember the ashen wolves, the fourth house underneath the church that Dimitri and the house leaders helped? Well one of them, Constance is an old friend of mine, we were separated for years and I thought I'd never see her again. Luckily the goddess brought us back together and I knew that I would only have one chance, so I reconnected with her and simply told her how I felt. She accepted me and were quite happy now. But, for your situation Ingrid, I know your dream has always been the most important thing to you, and I believe your also, letting your sense of duty and past, collide with your present feelings. I don't mean to speak out of line but, perhaps the best thing you can do is confront that which has you so mixed up"

Ingrid listened to her friends tale and was still abit surprised but, at the same time, it was a relief to have someone who had dealt with similar feelings but, still, she still hesitant. "Ever so, she's still a teacher and I'm a student, I don't want to bring her any unwanted trouble "

Mercedes put a hand on her friends shoulder. "Then maybe you can start small, what about joining the professors class, along with me and the others, try just being her student and go step by step "

"Your joining the black eagles as well, why?"

Mercedes smiled. "Simple, constance joined them and I'd like to remain close to her so I decided to join as well, plus I'd like to stay with my friends."

Ingrid nodded and sipped some more of her tea. It wasn't a terrible idea, after all, maybe learning under the professor would help get someone her emotions under control, and byleth had helped her with her training before, it be alot similar if she was in the same class. "Alright, I'll ask the professor if I can switch"

"Great, we can both go ask later, but, for now, let's finish this before it gets cold okay, I'd hate for Annie's work to go to waste".

Ingrid laughed but agreed and continued to finish her tea. Layer that day the two girls asked the professor if they could join the black eagles, byleth didn't seem to mind and agreed.

As time went on Ingrid began to see byleth in a different light. She saw how the professor comforted ashe after lanotos rebellion, how she organized the students to protect the holy tomb during the attack of the church, helped sylvain with his brother, even when she didn't have to, she went out if her way to encourage and help the students that weren't even in her class, it was no wonder why the students were wanting to join her class. She also, saw how much of a bond many if them had with the professor, especially edelgard. She didn't know quite what to make of the imperial princess at first, she seemed like she always had something going on in her mind, even though she could be abit cold for her liking, she seemed to get along fine with the royal.

Overall Ingrid fell into her own place among the black eagles, but, the biggest test came when the three houses met at Gronder Field for the battle of the Eagle and Lion.

Ingrid had been looking forward to this battle, she felt it would be the first true test of her skills. After all, during this time leading up to the battle, she had been hard at work trying to sharpen her skills as a Wyvernn Rider, just as her mother had been. Luckily for her, byleth too had an affinity with flying tactics and took Ingrid under her wing and taught her everything she knew. This is secretly what Ingrid hoped for, to be able to get some one on one time with the professor. Though nothing happened between them, Ingrid appreciated her new professors guidance and wisdom, if anything, it made her appreciate her even more. Yet this feeling, or feelings she had for the professor just wouldn't stop, if anything, they'd only grown stronger. Was what Mercedes told her true? Did she truly have a crush or perhaps even, falling in love with byleth?

She honestly didn't know. But, she had to push such thoughts aside as once again, during one of her training sessions she had received yet another letter from her father. "Argh, father just never relents, why can't he just stop this foolishness!" She had been so caught up in her own emotions that she didn't notice byleth once again walk up behind her.

"Oh professor, my apologies I didn't see you come in". "You don't have to apologize Ingrid, but, I couldn't help but, overhear you, you received a letter from your fsther?"

"Oh yes, I was just about to toss it" byleth however didn't budge and asked a question. "Would it be alright if I see what It says before you do so?"

Ingrid was abit surprised but, didn't see any point of hiding things from byleth. "I suppose thiers no harm is letting you, go ahead"

Byleth read over the letter and Ingrid began to watch as byleths face began to show just the slightest hints of emotion, it looked like, anger. She was angry at her father?

"I can't believe he would use his only daughter in such a way! Your not some prize to be won or some object to sell to the highest bidder..." byleth was indeed angry and this once again, took Ingrid back. She had never seem the professor so upset, and to think it was because of her. "I... thank you professor, your sentiment means alot to me. But, do not judge my father to harshly. You see, my house, house Galatea as never been very well off. We look over poor land in the kingdom, and it's never provided much, it's only thanks to the royal family that we retained our noble status. Since I'm the only child with a crest, my father believes I am the last hope for our family, if I married into another noble house, then our financial woes would be over.."

Byleth heard Ingrid out but, still didn't approve of the counts methods, there was more than one way to make money, and you didn't have to literally sell your own child to do it.

"I can see things from your viewpoint Ingrid but, this is unacceptable, your a strong person for willing to give up your own happiness for the sake of others but, I cannot condone this and I intend to make that stance known. Excuse me." And with that byleth left leaving Ingrid shocked.

To think byleth, the ashen demon as some called her, whom rarely if ever showed emotion to anyone, became so enraged at her situation, Ingrid couldn't help but, be flustered and abit concerned. This isn't what she thought would happen but, at the same time, she was happy that it did, she just hoped byleth didn't do anything rash.

Finally the battle of the Eagle and Lion came Ingrid flourished on the field of battle, now a fully certified Wyvern Rider she quickly dealt with the blue lions Pegasus knights and along with the professor who also, rode a Wyvern of her own, and the fellow black eagles carved out a victory in the grand battle. Ingrid was elated at the victory, this was the best she had felt in months. She quickly was brought into an embrace by Mercedes and Sylvain along with Dorothea and the others. Byleth also, congratulated all of them with a smile alongside edelgard, a sight and memory Ingrid would not soon forget.

However, as the next few months came and went, Ingrid found herself growing closer and closer with her new classmates, particularly Dorothea and byleth, as both had helped her deal with another potential suitor, who turned out to be a kidnapper of all things. This caused byleth to send a rather, um, heated letter to the count, and in return, Ingrid had received the Heros Relic Luin as an Apology from her father, stating that he hoped it would protect her while he couldn't. Even though she had her misgivings with her father, she thanked him nonetheless. But, it also, through this ordeal that she began to see just how much not only her teacher, but, her new classmates cared about her. For when she needed help, the black eagles didn't even ask questions, it was simply where and when. A few of them she barely knew and yet it didn't matter, they protected her as if she were thier own kin, even Bernadette whom Ingrid thought was deathly afraid of her after she kicked down the girls door when she skipped out on training. This overall feeling of union just felt nice, she felt like she belonged.

But, the biggest test for Ingrid, as well as her emotions came when the announcement of the ball and dance Competition. Ingrid prayed to the goddess repeatedly over and over that the professor wouldn't ask her to participate, not that she was a bad dancer, but, she just wasn't suited for that sort of thing. But, to her horror, byleth did indeed ask her to represent the black eagles in the competition. She was at first angry but, only accepted because it was byleth asking, that and the promise that she would train her to be perfect, along with Dorothea and Mercedes whom also, had alot of experience, though there's was more how to look rather than the act of dancing. The next week of rehearsals were probably the hardest training Ingrid ever had to endure, but, like any other kind of training, she swore to see it through, and it would prove to be worth it as byleth even danced with her once to help her with her foot placement. Ingrid blushed profusely when she did so but was grateful for her help"

Finally, the day if the competition came, and Ingrid, along with Hilda from the Golden deer, and dedue surprisingly from the blue lions entered the dance hall. One by one the three did thier routine and after all was said and done, the judges voted with Ingrid coming out the winner. To say she was surprised would've been an understandment but, Ingrid smiled and thanks the judges and took the reward. It was also, here was mannuela offered to give Ingrid special training that would allow her to use her dancing skills in combat. Ingrid was abit Co fused at the offer but. Accepted.

Thus, Ingrid mastered this new "Dancer" specialization. She didn't know own if she would trade in her Wyvern for it but, was happy to have an extra skill.

Then the night if the ball came and Ingrid couldn't escape the duo of Dorothea and Mercedes constantly wanting to "doll her up" as the firmer songstress put it, she even once asked byleth permission to hide in her room so that the Teo would leave her alone, to which she agreed amusingly.

But, that night while the rest of the students and staff enjoyed the party, Ingrid instead enjoyed the spread of exotic foods and even decided to take abit to go as she made her way up to the goddess tower so that she could eat in peace. She rarely had any moments to herself and she wasn't going to waste it.

"Ahh I can't eat another bite, so full" and yet for the third time in a row, Ingrid didn't notice her professor walking up behind her.

"Oh professor um, what are you doing here?! I came here to stu...I mean have some me time"

Byleth saw the empty plates of food and then back up to Ingrid and put a hand on her hip. "I followed you up here actually"

"So you saw the food, everything?... argh so embarrassing, perhaps thiers a rock I crawl under."

"Were you waiting for someone?"

Ingrid blushed abit at the question, as she knew the significance of the goddess tower but, tries to brush it off. "Who me? No no of course not, I was trying to walk off all that food I just ate. Honestly I just came here to have some privacy. But, now that your here, that makes it abit less private"

However, byleth seemed or kinda looked happy as she spoke again. "So it's just the Two of us here?"

"Um yes, it's just the two of us" Ingrid blushed as the words left her mouth. "Does that concern you professor, I'm more than happy to return to the reception hall"

"Not at all Ingrid, I'm in no hurry" She says as she looks up at the sky. "It's a beautiful night isn't it"

Ingrid turned her gaze skyward and couldn't help but, smile. "It truly is." The Two fell into a comfortable silence, simply enjoying each other's company. "This is, really nice professor, I hope we can do it again sometime". Byleth looked over and gave her a smile. "You know you can just call me byleth Ingrid".

Ingrid smiled back and nodded. "Alright then byleth, we should do this again"

"Indeed we should". The two stayed together and watched the night sky for awhile longer before returning to the party.

Later that night as the festivities came to close the entirety of the black eagles along with byleth met back up in the entrance hall and vowed that they would all come together again during the millennium festival, for a class reunion of sorts. Everyone was quite happy with the idea Ingrid included, overall the day had been filled with a mixture of events but, nothing could prepare anyone for what came next.

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It was just another routine mission, some students had been cornered by a horde of monsters, and the black eagles, along with the blade breaker, Jeralt were sent to assist. It had all go e so well, the monsters were killed with minimal to no effort, and the students were brought to safety but, then time stood still. Jeralt, the blade breaker, the knight of seiros and most importantly, byleths own father, was struck down, deceived by the disguised Kronya, an assassin who masquerade as the student Monica. Ingrid along with the rest if the black eagles watched on in horror as the villain escaped with the help of another strange man as byleth held her dead father in her arms. The sky tore open as rain poured down on them all, Ingrid wanted to run over to byleth but, was stopped by Sylvain, who gave her a sad look, silently saying not to.

The coming days were filled with grief and sadness, as the funeral for jeralt came and went, after which byleth exiled herself to her quarters and refused to see anyone. Everyone had understood, while some believed that she would bounce back rather quickly, one of which being edelgard. Ingrid cursed the princess under her breath, losing someone dear to you isn't something you just merely get over. For days the same pattern happened. Byleth would only do the bare minimum she had to as to not let her students down, and then return to her room. The entire feeling of garrag Mach had changed, Ingrid herself would find herself training hard in the training grounds simply trying to get her mind off of things. She secretly blamed herself for not seeing through Monica or Krnoyas deception, if she had, jeralt may still be alive and byleth wouldn't be in turmoil.

Ingrid just continued her motions, each movement only amplified by her rage, until she was interuppted by Felix, who blocked her Lance with his sword.

"Felix?! What are you doing?" The young man simply gave her one of his trademark glares. "The better question is what do you think your doing, your form is completely off, your acting like a wild animal"

Ingrid was in no mood to deal with Felix's scolding and merely withdrew her Lance and scuffed. "It's of no concern of yours, and my form has not faltered in the slightest". Felix however wasn't buying this for a moment, he had known Ingrid his entire life and he knew fully well when something was bothering her. Thus he struck at her and managed to get to foot sweep her easily. Ingrid, enraged and growing more and more angry snapped at him and swung at him. "What the he'll is the matter with you!" "You should ask yourself the same! Look at you, this is not how a knight should act". That made Ingrid snap as she lunged at Felix and swung with every bit of anger she held in her heart, Lance met blade with each strike, the clack and sparks of metal slashing against each other filled the training grounds.

"Don't you dare tell me how to act!" She screamed as she lunged at Felix again who managed to easily dodge as she elbowed her in the back causing her to fall to the ground, but, she stood by up and attacked him again this time delivering a swift kick to his rips, causing him to stumble. But, now the match went from a sparring match to a brawl as Felix blocked Ingrids punches, tears beginning to form in her eyes. "What is the matter with you, what are you hiding?!"

Ingrid finally pinned Felix to the ground, a mixture of anger and sadness adorned her face as she looked down at him.. "i failed! If I just used my training I could've seen through kronyas deception, I know I couldve!" Felix flipped her over and grunted. "We were all fooled Ingrid, you can't blame yourself for something that is not your responsibility!" She shoved him off and glared at him. "It is my responsibility, it's been my responsibility since I became apart of the black eagles, I swore I'd protect everyone and I failed that duty!" She turned around, not able to face Felix as tears began to freely flow down her cheeks. Felix couldn't understand why Ingrid was so distraught, of course they were all mortified over what had happened, no one could've predicted it. Everyone had some guilt, constantly questioning if they could've done something different. Felix wasn't new to losing people, but, he hadn't seen Ingrid like this since she lost Glenn, he wondered, did she?

"Ingrid.. listen to me. You can't blame yourself for this, we all failed, this was something no one could've known, this is not solely your responsibility". Ingrid however, quickly fired back. "Yes, it is" She said clinching her fists.

"Why?! Why are you suddenly the sole protector of everyone, tell me!" He yelled frustrated as Ingrid finally turned around and screamed at him.

"BECAUSE I LOVE HER!"....

There it was, three simple words and with them Ingrid crumbled to the ground, now freely weeping, causing Felix who was now abit taken aback to walk over and place a hand on her shoulder. "I... I love her felix.. and I failed her. I failed to keep both her and jeralt safe. If I just been stronger and didn't have my head in the clouds I could've seen Monica for what she was..."

Felix now understood. This was the situation with Glenn all over again. Ingrid had held herself responsible for Glenn's demise at first, believing that if she had merely stepped up or done something then he would've stayed or not have gone off to Duscar. Now here she was again, blaming herself not for the death of someone, but, a failure to act. But, the problem was thier was no action to take, no one k ew of Monica's deception, there was no way to know. But, then Felix fully thought over what she had said, she loved her? The professor?

I mean he always had suspected something was going on, what with the countless hours Ingrid spent with her learning the basics of Wyvern riding or the training sessions in the grounds but, he had figured it was simply her wanting to learn all she could, he didn't even think Ingrid wanted love after Glenn, especially with another woman and yet, here they were.

Felix simply sat there, Ingrid crying in his arms, he didn't know what to do. His warrior side told him to just move on, to not show weakness and that she should do the same but, he knew better. For all the knightly bravado she put out, Ingrid was still a tender soul at heart, a strong and driven one, but, still tender. He made Ingrid look him in the eye and spoke slowly.

"You need to listen. I know what's going through your mind, you may say or think I don't but, I do. What happened was a tragedy but, this isn't like last time. We all are to blame, not just you, all of us, and right now, the person that you care about is still here and thier suffering not because of you, but, because of the dastard that did this and you k ow now that I'll be ready and waiting to cut that fiends head from her shoulders when the time comes. But, for right now, the best way you can atone for what happened, and to also, heal yourself is train, train harder than you ever ha e before so when that time comes your ready as well. But, for now" he helps her to her feet and points to the door

"I think there's somewhere else you need to be"

Ingrid looks to her friend and then over to the door, her tears dried some and as if on Instinct she rushes towards the doors and out of sight. Ingrid runs as fast as her legs can carry her to byleths quarters puts her ear to the door, and she hears, weeping. She tries the door but, it's locked. She wastes no time and kicks the door open causing the byleth to look up shocked, grabbing her sword in defense only to see Ingrid standing there in the doorway.

"I..Ingrid, what are you...." She's quickly silenced by Ingrid rushing over to her and wrapping her in embrace. There was no words, no lectures, just, the two of them. Byleth dropped her blade and slowly returned the embrace as her own tears began to freely flow.

For hours byleth and Ingrid simply stayed in her room, byleth showing more emotion then she ever had before, weeping over the loss of her father, and Ingrid, who was now also, crying not just for jeralt, but, the fact she had failed her mentor. By the time the moon shined across the sky and the tears had ceased, byleth leaned against Ingrids shoulder. There wasn't any words spoken for a long while but, byleth decided to break the silence. "Thank you, ingrid".

"For what?"

"For being here... even if it was, forceful. I just. I feel lost, I've always been with him, whenever I needed guidance or was ever alone he was always there. Now I don't k ow what to do"...

Ingrid didn't know what to say, but, she knew full well the pain of losing someone dear. She didn't want to overstep and held byleths hand, which got the girls attention, causing her to look at Ingrid. "I can't ever hope to replace what you've lost byleth but, I promise you, no matter what happens, I will always be here to support you, no matter what" byleth didn't know what say to that, but, she could see how serious and genuine Ingrid was being. She didn't realize how much she cared, or maybe she did and just chose to ignore it but, right now it didnt matter. She laced her fingers with ingrids and leaned on her shoulder. "Thank you, for everything. I.. I needed this" Ingrid simply nodded as the two stayed like that for the rest of the night.

As the month progressed, wounds slowly began to heal, it was a grim atmosphere in the monastery to be sure and byleth still wasn't as active as she used to be but, getting out little by little. Ingrid, following the advice of Felix began training harder and harder than she had previously, she wouldn't allow byleth to be harmed again. She also, apologized to her friend for her outburst but, he simply shrugged it off, stating that she could prove she was sorry by continuing her training and not letting her form slip. He also, promised not to tell anyone about her feelings for byleth, although after word spread about her kicking her door down, it was becoming abit more clear, to the students anyway, that thier relationship was abit more than student and teacher, thought no one ever said as much out of respect.

It was also, during this time Ingrid and byleth began spending more time together, sharing meals, training, or simply going for rides on thier Wyverns. Even if it was something as simple as sorting through the library or cleaning the training area, Ingrid did all she could to help byleth, and the professor appreciated it. She was still hurting inside, but, she knew that she had to remain strong not just for herself but, also her students.

But, at last the day of retribution came, when the woman that killed Jeralt had been sighted within the Sealed Forest just outside of Garrag Mach. Upon being told to gear up Ingrid and the others wasted no time in preparing, they would fight for thier professor and avenge Jeralt. Though it was also, during this time that something interesting happened, students even from other houses offered thier support, wanting to fight with byleth and the black eagles, even though it wasn't thier fight. Byleth accepted the support so long as they didn't get in her way or put themselves in danger.

Thus a small party of students lead by byleth entered the forest to find her parent's killer.

Just as they had predicted however, it was a trap as kronya along with a small band of mysterious soldiers jumped the group, along with a small number of demonic beasts. But, they weren't so easily intimidated, as upon her Wyvern byleth commanded her students into position as they clashed with the attackers. The mages used arcane arts to make quick work of archers, Felix, Caspar along with the other students who mastered thier blades cut through the ground forces, and of course, byketh, Ingrid, Petra, and leonie used thier aerial advantage to strike down the demonic beasts until finally only kronya remained.

Byleth wasted little time in pursuing the coward as she turned to flee, dismounting her Wyvern and chasing after her. Ingrid wanted to follow but, decided against it instead focusing on keeping the others safe, she knew in her heart this was a battle that only byleth could finish. But, she soon to regret her choice, for as she and the others caught up to byleth, they were met by Solon, the mysterious mage who months prior had revealed himself to be a spy known as Tomas, the former librarian. He used some strange spell to engulf byleth in shadow causing her to disappear and then, nothing. Byketh was gone, and kronya was laying dead on the floor.

"Speak you monster, what have you done with our professor!" Edelgard screamed at the Dark mage causing the elderly man to chuckle.

"Your friend is now lost forever in the void of zardarus, doomed to forever roam the Dark with no hope of escape."

Ingrid felt her heart drop, no... not again, did she truly lose another person she loved again?! She pushed through the others and screamed at the Solon

"Your lying, byleth wouldn't be killed so easily by some cheap trick, either you release her or so help me" Solon however found this young woman's rage to be amusing

"Believes whatever you wish but, your friend is lost. But, worry not child, your soon be joini...."

He was quickly cut off by a shining sword cutting through the fabric of reality right infrint of his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. "No....its...it's not possible". But it was, byleth had freed herself as she stepped out of the rift now looking quite different. Everyone could feel it, the raw power coming from her presence, as her hair shined a bright green hue and the Sword of the Creator radiated with energy, and she would use that energy to strike the Dark mage down with no remorse, finally avenging her fathers death, and then, collapsing to the floor.

"Byleth!" The students quickly ran over to thier professor and was relieved to see her alive, Ingrid especially. "She seems to be unharmed, just passed out. We need to get her back to the monastery". Ingrid wasted little time in picking her up bridal style. "I've got her, Shiva!" Ingrid called her wyvern to her side and gently placed byleths form on the beast and began to fly back to the monastery with the rest of the group following behind.

The journey back was agonizing for Ingrid. She had thought she lost byleth, but, then by some miracle, she came back looking like something out if a legend. Upon returning to the monastery and giving byketh enough time to recover she entered her room.

"Is that you ingrid?" Byleth had grown used to Ingrids visits and upon seeing her in the door she gestured for her to enter.

Ingrid walked over to byleths bed and sat down next to her. "Byleth, what happened to you. I thought for a moment you were gone and then you, showed up like this, please tell me."

Byleth looked up to the ceiling and recounted what had happened. "There's something I've been keeping from you Ingrid, from everyone here, mostly because I felt they wouldn't believe me".

"What? What have you been hiding"

"I don't know how or why but, Sothis, the goddess sothis was inside me. She spoke to me almost every day, helping me guide you all. But, when I was shallowed by the darkness, she merged her life force with mine, granting me her power. It was because of her that I came back".

Ingrid was floored. The Goddess? The actual goddess of the church of seiros was inside byleth? And now is merged with her. How? Why? So many questions are racing through her mind but, as she began to think about it, it did explain alot. Byleths almost unnatural strength, her flawless combat skills, her uncanny way of predicting what the enemy would do, not to mention literally escaping from another realm. Ingrid didn't fully understand it all but, it didn't matter. Byleth came back and that's all that mattered.

"Ingrid?" The knight looked up at byleth. "Yes?" The professor slowly sat up and looked into ingrids eyes. "This may seem inappropriate but, there's something I need to know. You seem to care about me, more so than anyone else here. So I want you to tell me honestly. Are you in love with me?"

Ingrid knew this was going to be asked sooner or later. She thought it was pretty obvious even though she tried to hide it. But, she couldn't hide it any longer. She looked down ashamed.

"I.... yes byleth, I am. I don't know how or why it happened. I tried to fight off what I felt but, I couldn't. I thought maybe it was just a crush or some admiration but, it's not. The more time I spent with you and studied under you, my feelings only grew. Your the kind of person o strive to be, not only that but, your kind, strong, and beautiful and never make any mistakes..."

Byleth had secretly always known that some of her students had crushes or maybe even unspoken feelings towards her, including Ingrid, but, she never knew her feelings ran this deep.

"I'm sorry professor, I know I shouldn't but i.." the girl was silenced by byleth leaning in and kissing her. In all honestly byleth didn't know what she was doing, it was if her body was moving on its own, her mind simply saying do it, and she did. Ingrid however, was surprised by the kiss, but, soon returned it. She had never kissed a girl before but, she liked it. After a few moments byleth slowly pulled away.

"B...byleth i..."

"It's alright ingrid...you don't have to apologize or say anything. You've done alot for me, even when I was at my lowest point you were the only person that came and sought me out. You pushed me to do better, not to mention, you inspired me just as much as I have you. Honestly, I took up Wyvern riding so I could better teach you."

Ingrid was blushing beet red. "You...you didn't need to do that"

Byleth however, took ingrids hand in hers. "Well, love makes us do crazy things doesn't it"

That immediately got ingrids attention as she looked at byleth. "You...you love me?"

"I do Ingrid. At first I thought the same as you had but, over time and as I got to know you, my perspective changed. I chose not to act on it because I didn't want to cross any lines, what with you being a student and myself a professor. But, after these past few months. My fathers death, the moments we've shared, and now this. I can't say I know what will happen next, so, I'm not going to leave this unspoken. So, yes, I do love you Ingrid Galatea, deeply."

Ingrid couldn't believe what she was hearing, she was overjoyed for one, and kissed byleth again holding her close before laying her head on byleths shoulder. "I thought my feelings would be unrequited, but, knowing you feel the same, I'm. I'm truly happy. I promise byleth, no matter what comes next, I reaffirm what I said, I will always support you and fight by your side".

Byleth smiled and hugged her now girlfriend back. "I know, and I thank you for it".

~~~

Things were seeming to look up for everyone. Ingrid especially was feeling better than she ever had. She'd finally admitted to byleth what she had felt and to her joy, she'd returned her feelings, though they both agreed that it would be for the best to keep thier relationship a secret for now, after all, they were still teacher and student, but, perhaps when the school year ended, or byleth finally left then they could explore thier bond further. However, things began to shift as in the span a few weeks, some interesting things occurred. Firstly, byleth and edelgard left garrag Mach for the capital if the empire, Enbarr. No one knew exactly why they had gone but, many assumed it was just for a other mission. However, upon thier return, byleth informed everyone that the archbishop of the church, Rhea, had asked for her and her class to come to the Holy Tomb for some sort of ceremony at the end if the month.

By this point, the rumor of byleth somehow being touched by the goddess had spread. Some believed it to be nothing but, rumor while others didn't know what to think. Many of the black eagles, including Ingrid saw byleth literally cut a rift in reality itself and step through it unharmed. Whatever the case, the month itself seemed to be looking overly peaceful.

Ingrid during this time began to relax abit. She seemed, more at peace, still prone to train and be diligent in her studies, but, not so worked up as she usually was, everyone noticed this, including Felix, of course he already knew why it was, Ingrid might have kept it quiet but, the joy on her face was evident.

During a sparring match one afternoon, the two friends were going at it with all they had, although this was abit different. By this time, Felix had passed his certification to become a swordmaster, though it was no challenge for someone of his skill, and Ingrid herself had passed her course to excel as a wyvernn rider and was keen to test her skills. She had asked Dimitri to oversee them as byleth was occupied giving a seminar.

"Alright, Felix, Ingrid, are you both prepared?" Ingrid saddled Shiva and took to the air holding Luin firm in her hands. "I'm prepared your highness ", Felix however, not wanting to talk to Dimitri simply grunted and nodded his head. Dimitri then rose his Lance in the air, and then down. "BEGIN!"

the two went at it like thier lives depended on it, with Ingrid soaring in aiming straight for Felix's chest plate, but he ducks out of the way and goes to slash at Ingrid but, she parrys it with her Lance. Trying a different tactic she orders Shiva to climb high into thr air, and once at the right altitude she divebomb Felix. Unsure what she was doing, he readied himself ready to dodge her attack, but, just as it seemed to duo were to clash with the swordsman, the Wyvern immediately reversed upwards and Ingrid dismounted landing a clean kick to Felix's chest causing him to collapse to the ground before putting luin to his neck. "Do you yield felix?" She asks smiling down at him". He was abit ticked off but, he had to admit, he didn't see that coming, thus he nodded as Ingrid helped him to his feet.

"Don't get over confident, you merely caught me off guard, I'll be ready for it next time" he tried to sound upset but, the smile on his face betrayed him. Dimitri walked over and Congratulated the two, or tried as Felix soon walked away.

Ingrid shook her head, hoping one day that the two would be able to mend thier relationship. "You did quite well Ingrid, that duel went rather quickly, I've never seen that tactic used before, where did you learn it?"

"Oh, it was actually my mother who came up with it, it was her signature move of sorts, she named it the "Dragons Talon", I've attempted it in the past but, never was strong enough to pull it off, it requires alot of precision. In all honestly, I don't think I would've mastered it without the professors instruction".

"You truly have excelled under her tutelage. I will admit was abit saddened and surprised when so many of the blue lions switched houses but, now I can definitely see as to why you all did so, the results don't lie."

Ingrid felt a tad saddened and rubbed her shoulder and bowed. "I'm sorry your highness, we didn't mean to upset you".

"Think nothing of it Ingrid, it's not as if you left the academy, we course see one another every day, and I of course still have plenty of heads to keep charge of". He said in a humorous tone. "Though now that I think about it, you've been acting different lately"

"Oh how so?" She asked as Shiva landed next to her, letting her lean against her.

"If you don't mind my saying so, you just seem more, relaxed, more confident as well. If I'm allowed to ask, what's lifted your spirits so?"

Ingrid looked abit standoffish. "Do I require a reason?"

"No I suppose not, I meant no offense, I was simply curious".

Ingrid was wondering weather or not she should tell Dimitri the truth but, she left terrible at the thought of lying to him, she thought at this point he would've known but, for all his good qualities, he was abit clueless at times.

"If I tell you Dimitri, do you promise not to tell a soul".

This caught him off guard, Ingrid rarely called him by his name anymore, it was always usually your highness, so he knew this was important.

"You have my solemn word"

"To be completely honest, it's because, I've. I've fallen in love. With someone".

Dimitri was surprised by this, he didn't think Ingrid would ever open her heart to someone after what had happened to Glenn, but, he was overjoyed to hear this nonetheless.

"That's wonderful Ingrid, is it someone I know, it's not Sylvain is it?"

He joked which caused Ingrid to blushed and have quite the surprised look on her face. "What?! Goddess no. Absolutely not".

"Alright I apologize, but, being serious for a moment, who is it?"

Ingrid took a deep breath and rubbed Luin with her thumb as she spoke. "It's. It's Byleth"

Dimitri was surprised. "The professor?

Ingrid however looked resolved. "Yes the professor, I understand you may have misgivings about it Dimitri but, I know that this isn't some fleeting Infaution or crush. I haven't felt like this fir someone since... since Glenn."

Dimitri looked abit solemn at hearing his friends name but, let Ingrid continue.

"In truth, I don't know why or how it happened. After what happened, I had no time for such feelings, my only goal was to attain knighthood and to bring honor to my family, and to you. But, when I first met her, it was, like looking in a mirror, both seeing not only a reflection of myself and what I strove to be but, in some ways, I see aspects of Glenn in her as well."

"How so?" He asked taking a seat on a nearby bench.

"Well, she always puts others first, she's always ready and willing to help those in need even when it's not in her best interest. I've watched her time and time again risk her own life for us in the black eagles. Not to mention she's always ready and willing to guide us in our studies without question. As for me, I can relate to her. We've both lost someone dear to us, and though I've never wanted to bond over something so cryptic, the similarity is there nonetheless. But just like Glenn, she's strong, confident, and always is ready to fight for what is true. Even though she isn't a knight, I dare say she carries herself like one, and for the first time in quite along time Dimitri..." she says as she finally looks him in the sky, a small smile prominent on her face.

"I'm just. Happy, truly happy."

Dimitri was moved by ingrids words as he stood and couldn't help but, wrapped his friend in a warm embrace. "And I am deeply happy for you my friend, you deserve happiness, more than anything else in this world"

Ingrid couldn't help but, chuckle as she hugged him back, as the weather began to change, and rain began to fall on them both.

"We best get in doors, before th storm hits" he said pulling away as thunder sounded across the sky. Ingrid nodded signaling for Shiva to go back to her shelter, which the drake did immediately.

Weeks pass with little to no upset, until finally the night before the ceremony arrives and byleth can't shake a feeling of unease. She sits in her room and can't help but, feel as if something is amiss. Ever since she returned in her new gaze, Rhea has been acting rather strangely towards her, causing byleth to suspect she was up to something. She never had any reason to fully distrust Rhea, but, after what her father told her, not to mention what was said in his diary, it made her feel uneasy about the archbishop. Had she truly done sometime to her as a child? Was that why she was different from other people. What shocked byleth more than anything, is that she was beginning to feel things she had never felt before, after her fathers death, she felt overwhelming sadness. When she watched her students succeed, she felt pride, and when Ingrid.. told her og her feelings towards her, she felt, happiness.

She had felt such things before but, everything was just mute. Things were just things, events were simply events, nothing felt special, pure black and white nothing else. But, now, she was different, she was changing, and in some ways, it scared her. She knew not what would come next, and with neither jeralt or sothis now here to guide her, she felt abot lost.

She knew she'd have her students support, and her bond with edelgard was especially strong but, as odd as it sounded. The bond they shared was that if a mentor or parent would see a child. That's when her thoughts wondered to Ingrid. She can come along way since the day they first met, not only as a student but, as a person. She smiled remembering how excited she was when she passed her exam to be a Wyvern Rider, how happy she got when a new meal was served in the dining hall, not to mention how much her skills as a warrior had progressed. But, the one thing that dwelled on byleths mind is what came after all of that. If she was honest, she had never really thought about love, she wasn't against it, but, it just wasn't a priority. If anything, she learned more about love from Jeralt and his countless stories of her mother, Sitri.

Byleth felt saddened when she remembered her parents. She wished she could've told her father about how she and Ingrid had grown so close, and yet, in the ironic twist of fate, it was jeralts death that truly opened byleths eyes to ingrids affections, even if the latter hadn't yet told her how she felt but, it was in that moment, where everyone else, even edelgard decided to step away and leave byleth be, Ingrid refused, literally bursting in not out if anger or wanting to tell byleth to get over it, but, to help because she genuinely cared about her.

Byleth gazed to the side and looked at a ring sitting on her bedside table.

"One day, I hope you'll this ring to someone you love, as well as I love her".

Her fathers words, and some of the last he ever spoke to her. She picked it up and gazed at it for awhile. It was far to soon to talk about such things, after all, they had only started "dating", well, if you could call training sessions and meals on the mess hall "dates". Honestly she'd have to ask Dorothea about the best way to arrange such a thing. But, the more she thought about it, Ingrid wouldn't care about such things, much like byleth herself, she wasn't overly concerned over such trivial things, all that mattered is they were happy in each other's company, and thier feelings were real.

Byleth decided to simply get up and go for a walk, putting the ring in her coat pocket. As she left her room she found herself walking to the student dorms. Eventually, she made her way to the second floor and was carefully as to not wake anyone, after all, if anyone saw her there's no telling what rumors and gossip might spread. As she reached ingrids door, she gently knocked. After a few moments, Ingrid opened the door looking abit out of sorts. "Argh Sylvain why are y...byleth?"

Byleth looked at her for a moment, the moonlight shining off her blonde air and causing her eyes to glow. She looks, well, beautiful.

"May I come in for a moment"? A simple question. Ingrid blushed but, soon opened up the door and allowed byleth inside.

"Is everything alright byleth, you look troubled?" Byleth simply turned around and didn't say much. She didn't want to worry Ingrid, but, at the same time, she knew she didn't want to be alone, not tonight. "Would be alright if, I spent the night with you?" Ingrid was surprised and now beet red but, she could tell byleth was being genuine and simply nodded as byleth removed cloak and battle attire as she now stood in her leggings and put on a night shirt, which showed off quite a bit to Ingrid, who did her best not to watch but, couldn't help but sneak a few glances.

The two made thier way to ingrids bed and byleth cuddled up close to Ingrid. She didn't know what to do at first afraid to ruin the moment, but, she soon just let Instinct take over as she wrapped her arms around byleths waist. Byleth smiled at this and placed her forehead against ingrids looking into her eyes. "Thank you". The knight rose a brow and spoke softly. "For what?" Her answer was a kiss to her cheek before the professor, now at ease slowly drifted off to sleep. "Everything.."

Ingrid felt her heart quicken its pace but, in this moment, as if it was ever in question she now knew with the upmost certainly, this was real, and this is where she wanted to be. Here and now, if even for the briefest of moments, nothing else mattered, no titles, no battles, it was just them and that, in the eyes of the young Galatea, was all she needed.

~~~

The time had come for the ceremony in the holy tomb, the entirety of the black eagles were assembled along with Rhea. The archbishop had instructed to byleth to sit upon the throne of Sothis, in order to receive a vision from the goddess. This fact confused some of the black eagles, especially Ingrid. If what byleth had told them was true, and sothis was either merged with her or inside her mind, how could she receive a vision?

But, such questions were quickly thrown aside as edelgard, along with a small garrison of imperial troops stormed the holy tomb and edelgard ordered them to occupy the tomb. It was here where all was revealed, that edelgard had been the mysterious Flame Emperor, and that she was going to take the crest stones for herself. Everyone was shocked but, they were all quickly ordered to stop the imperial troops by any means necessary.

The holy tomb soon turned into a battle group, as the black eagles minus edelgard clashed with the imperial and thier two pet monsters. While most of the group focused on protecting the crest stones and protecting Rhea, Byleth, Ingrid, and Rapheal charged to take down edelgard and her lieutenant. Byleth ordered them to stop the imperial while she handled edelgard. Even now Ingrid could tell byleths heart wasn't in this fight, as for byleth herself, she couldn't understand why edelgard would do this, what was the purpose of it, or did she perhaps no something about the church she didn't, so many questions, no answers, it was infuriating. But soon enough, the Sword of the Creator clashed with the axe and shield of the flame Emperor, two powers locked in a terrifying struggle but, one that wouldn't last. For all edelgards power, she was no match for byleth.

As byleth striked and caused edelgard to stumble back, she didn't strike her down, she simply sheath her blade. Edelgard then asked byleth a question, after everything they been through and everything they knew of one another, what would byleth choose?

But, when Rhea ordered byleth to kill edelgard and Hubert, in quite a dark and twisted manner.

"Professor, kill them now, the goddess demands it. Make these monsters pay!"

byleth said nothing, instead turning around and pointing her blade at Rhea in defense of edelgard. "The only monster I see here is you Rhea, I won't allow you to harm my students..." byleth immediately signaled for the rest of the students to follow, and while some were unsure, they all complied and stood with byleth. The situation was unclear right now, but, they knew edelgard, she wouldn't have done this without good reason and that reason, was soon show to all as Rhea transformed into a colossal dragon. "So, the Immaculate One finally shows itself, how quaint" Hubert mocks.

"You now all see why I've struck against the church, these monsters have controlled us from the shadows for millennia, twisting everything for thier own ends, and allowing even worst demons to take root, including the ones who killed your fsther professor..." edelgard couldn't help but, day those last words with regret.

Byleth didn't care though, now her fears were realized and true was laid bare. Rhea truly was a monster, and her father was right to fear her.

Soon however, Hubert at edelgards order warped them all out of the holy tomb and to safety.

Everyone was brought to imperial fort some distance away from garrag Mach and everyone was brought up on the situation, and edelgard explained everything, from Rhea's deception, to why she masqueraded as the Flame Emperor, it wasn't to cause harm, it was to get close to the dark forces that Rhea had allowed to roam free as to find the best way to stop them. Edelgard even pleaded for her teachers forgiveness at her inaction to stop kronya when she able, if she had known thier plans she would've killed her. Byleth was abit hurt at the deception but, as far as she was concerned, her fathers killer was dead, and now they were going to take care of the rest in time.

The next two weeks were spent with the now newly formed Black Eagle Division of the imperial army prepared to take the fight to garrag Mach.

Many of the students were conflicted about fighting the church, it would mean fighting former allies, people they had spent an entire year, side by side with, not everyone couldve been apart of Rhea's plot could they? In truth, many only stayed because they trusted in the professors judgment, the fact was, she chose to fight for edelgards cause because she believed in her, and thus, the rest would follow suit.

But behind closed doors, after another long day of training and preparing, Ingrid sought out byleth in the yard. She looked abit distant. Ingrid put a hand on byleths shoulder. "Byleth, are you alright.. truly alright?"

Byleth had fought in many battles over her life, raiders, monsters, even corrupt officials it wasn't new to her, but this, this wasn't just a simple battle and she knew it, this was going to be a War, it wouldn't just be garrag Mach, this would encompass all of fodlan. She didn't look at Ingrid but, put her hand over hers. "How can anyone be alright in a time like this..."

Ingrid too was a warrior at heart, she wasn't afraid of battle but, even she knew what was coming, she very well could be fighting against her own homeland, even Ditmitri possibly if he decided to defend Rhea. The thought saddened her but, she hardened her resolve as she turned byleth around to face her. She looked into her emerald eyes. "No one can ever be ready for war, you can prepare and then face it. I won't lie, I'm uncertain about all of this, but, I swore that I'd fight at your side, and I intend to honor that promise".

Byleth couldn't smile at this, she simply nodded and in a moment of weakness not even caring if someone saw, she lean forward and kissed Ingrid, which she returned. Byleth pulled away and leaned her head against ingrids. "Just promise me you'll keep safe, I don't want to lose anyone else" Ingrid pit a hand on her cheek and kissed once more before speaking. "I swear byleth, we will both walk away from this". It was all either one of them could hope for.

~~

Soon enough the day came and armies marched, the sky turned a redish hue due to the flames erupting from the Great structure. The imperial army, along with the black eagles serving as its blade, made thier way through the monasteries outer grounds, the mission was simple, find and either capture or elimate Rhea, cut off the serpants head as it were. But such a task was much easier said than done. The entire might of the Knights of Serios were laid bare as they clashed with imperial troops. Pegasus knights flooded the skies and heavy armored knights stormed the grounds.

The battle was intense, with each student of the black eagles taking command of a small garrison and leading them against the knights, while the church had numbers, the empire had better tactical minds, with both byleth and edelgard on the field of battle choosing which units best to counter the knights. It was a struggle, street by street, inch by inch, it was everything they could do take the checkpoints to allow imperial reinforments to join to the charge.

Byleth along with edelgard made thier way for Rhea while Ingrid and the others took down the checkpoints and took care of any of the reinforments the knights managed to gather. It wasn't easy drawing a blade on old friends. Seteth, Flayn, Gilbert, Catherine, but such thoughts couldn't be dwelled on in the heat of battle. As Ingrid, along with Petra, Felix, and Sylvain made thier way to the western checkpoint they were met with Gilbert.

"I can't believe the heirs of the kingdom would turn thier backs on his highness, I will tell you only once, stand down and walk away, i ha e no wish to hurt you, but, I will if I must" Ingrid hated this, but, she had her duty, this was war and in war one had to steel themselves and make sacrifices for the greater good, a lesson Glenn taught her, a lesson byleth taught her.

"We don't want to fight you either Gilbert, but, we have our orders, either surrender and leave, or we will strike you diwn" Ingrid said with all the determination she could muster. Felix even backed her. "Get out our way old man, this doesn't concern you"

"I assure you Felix, it very much does" he tightened his grip on his weapons as she charged them along with his division of knights. The fighting was fierce but, the aerial advantage won out as Gilbert was quickly overwhelmed, finally being taken down by Ingrids Dragons Talon maneuver. The checkpoint was there's and Gilbert, though pained was warped away to safety by the knights.

By the time they had taken the checkpoint, the eastern checkpoint had fallen as well, as more forces soon arrived but, to everyone's horror it was too late, as the entire monastery began to crumple as the form of the Immaculate One rose form the rubble and laid waste to landscape before fleeing into the skies.

But, when Ingrid reached edelgard and the others, byleth was no where to be seen.

"Edelgard! Where's the professor, where's Byleth " but both edelgard and Hubert was speechless, and horror struck. "

"No..., no" Ingrid quickly turned around and began searching the rubble along with the others but, nothing.

After a full night of searching, there was nothing byleth was gone. Ingrid was utterly devastated. She had finally opened up again, only for the world to close her off once more.

Edelgard finally walked up to the woman who was kneeling in a pile of rubble. "Ingrid... we must escape, more soldiers will come soon"

But Ingrid said nothing, expect this. "Let them...."

"What?"

"Those dastards...." she clinched her fists in anger as she quickly rose and took of luin which was now growing brightly. "They killed her, they took the woman I loved away from me".

Edelgard was stunned, Ingrid and the professor were together, but. She soon taken out of her thoughts by ingrids voice. Ingrid began to calm as she knelt before edelgard. "Your magisty, she fought for you, believed in you, and even now, so will I, buy you need to promise me, one thing, and one thing only"

Edelgard then answered. "Which is?"

She then looked I to the emperors eyes, with pure aimed rage. "That you'll let me Kill Rhea..."

To Be Continued ~

[spookyagentfmulder]

How was he to describe what he was feeling? Starstruck didn't even touch the emotion rattling around in his chest. Seeing Commander Spock without the hat upon his head, and seeing the delicate curve of his Vulcan ears was dumbfounding. His brain seemed to listen to the Starfleet member's command, and he found himself drinking the water without realizing it. Once his thrist had been satiated, Mulder cleared his throat and set down the cup on his desk.

"Thanks." He managed to say, somehow now finding trouble in looking into the other's eyes, "I'm... sorry that I doubted you. Typically I'm one to believe more than I am to doubt, but I suppose questioning is in my nature." That, and he wasn't exactly liked by a lot of the agents in the building. Being teased as "Spooky" Mulder made him suspicious of every one and every thing. He hoped that Spock now understood why.

Shifting in his seat, Agent Mulder let out a sigh and opened up a drawer in his desk. He quickly retrieved a bag of sunflower seeds and rested them before him. He needed to do something with his mouth, what with all the sudden nervous energy now coursing through him.

"So, Captain Kirk is missing, and we need to find him before he lands himself in a world of trouble." How surreal was that. How bizarre was it to actually say something like that, with his own mouth, and it be a reality. This was like a scenario from his childhood imagination. It was still so hard to believe, but wasn't that what he always wanted? To believe?

"When was the last time you had contact with him? Have you been able to discern where he is at all?"

now that all PRETENSE was gone , faded into the background much like the mind-meld , spock reached up && tugged the uncomfortable hat from his crown , folding it && tucking it away for when he left agent mulders office . a glance towards the human , who had not yet taken his water , spock raised a pointed brow as mulder reached out , almost to give tangible evidence for himself that spock was real && this was not a dream .

❝ i would advise against such action , agent , ❞ spock said sternly , onyx eyes flicking up && down the other before moving quietly to sit , staunch , in the seat opposite . hands against his knees && a firm gaze across his features . he would not be leaving the agent with these memories intact . he had made his mind up of that the second he stepped through the door , but spock UNDERSTOOD now why the other man had been taken so aback by his very presence . so , despite the hastening deadline of removing themselves from this reality drawing closer && closer , spock allowed the human his moment of coming to terms with the situation .

head tilting , spock gave a low bow , inclining himself so that he may offer some period of grace in this revelation . ❝ i am REAL . ❞ he confirms . ❝ your reality posits that myself , my crew && my captain are merely fictional -- which i no doubt find FASCINATING . however , given the implications now that we face if i , or captain kirk , stay upon this earth much longer , you understand now my haste , ❞

a pause before spock shifted . the MEMORY of the actor seered into his mind . how peculiar that he looked so much like ambassador spock . such a likeness that he could not quite discern .

instead , spock moved on quickly . ❝ rest assured agent , the mind-meld was for mere clarification on my part , i did not pry too HEAVILY into your emotional response nor any memories that you carry within your subconscious . ❞

another pause . ❝ i do , THOUGH , advise you take a drink of water . such immense psychic interlude can cause dehydration . ❞

[yutasbellybuttonpiercing]

Bunny - K.DY

Pairing: Kim Doyoung x fem!reader

Word count: 3125 words

AU/Genre: college!AU, roommate!AU, smut

Warnings: unneccessary astrology anecdotes, mentioned masturbation (f), porn, pet names (pretty girl, bunny), fingering, choking (f receiving), vibrator, yeah it's pretty vanilla for a yutasbellybuttonpiercing fic

A/n: this is just 3k words of me thristing over Doyoung's chest. Honestly, try to count how many times I mentioned it...

It's the seventh stressful week in a row and all you need is some release for the tension in your shoulders, your brain and your lower regions. Exams had been rough on you, seemingly thousands of assignments having such an iron grip on your every move that you couldn't even squeeze in a little wank – a little masturbation session – without missing at least one appointment or assignment, or skipping yet another meal.

You're horny, like, really horny, and it's not just your lack of orgasm that's giving you a hard time, it's first and foremost your new roommate. Kim Doyoung. There's no reason for him to be this good looking, literally no reason at all. His extraordinarily alluring exterior costs you much more than your last nerve. Too often, he steps through your shared living room (read: a small couch in the entrance area of your home), thinking that wearing only one (1) piece of clothing around the house is acceptable, making you completely lose your focus of the task at hand. Be it doing the dishes, checking your phone for mail, or worse, writing your thesis, you instead ogle his greatly defined pecs. Doyoung looks like the visual combination of an angel, a hot businessman and a young dilf. And his voice... you get the drift.

Currently, you're seated at your desk, fingers smashing into your mouse buttons and keyboard with such force that you're confused as to why the keys of the keyboard are not flying back at you and hitting you in the head because you punched them off the smooth plastic surface. With shaky hands, you drag the cursor over the screen and click 'upload' to turn in your last paper at the last possible second. A green slogan congratulates you that you've made it just in time.

With the most drawn out, dramatic sigh you get up, take about two steps back and fall down on your bed (reason for that are the immensely high rental prices in the area, forcing you to live in this cramped space that you call bedroom slash bureau slash dining room).

You're so exhausted that all u want is to sleep forever. It's like your brain immediately wipes out all of the information you've absorbed for your countless essays immediately, only to leave space for absolute nothingness that makes you relax into the mattress and fall into dream land.

A knock on your door wakes you about 5 minutes later.

You answer with a sleepy "huh?" and, of course, Doyoung's the one to open the door.

"I'll be out, might get late, don't wait for me with dinner, okay?"

As always, he looks stunning with his wide eyes that blink at you twice (probably just a little concerned with how you're lying halfway slipped off the bed), and he's so pretty and beautiful that you just want to paint him, but you don't because that'd be weird. And he has to leave, so you just throw him a weak thumbs up and he smiles before closing the door.

You don't even have time to decipher where he's heading. If he's going to the gym again, working out those incredibly voluminous pecs, his toned stomach or his wide shoulders, or going out to get some drinks at a bar, the alcohol causing his eyes to become a little glossy, cheeks tinted in the most perfect shade of dusted pink, just like that one time you guys had a wine night (read: three bottles of very cheap wine and one bottle of medium priced wine Doyoung stole from his parents the last time he visited scattered over the floor in front of your couch as you slurped the bordeaux red liquid from tea cups because you ran out of regular ones) a few weeks ago?

The way his eyes had gotten all lidded, gaze fanning over your face as he licked his wine-stained lips, his chest lifting oh so gently with every breath he dragged in- he had looked fucked out, honestly, and this made you wonder how absolutely gorgeous he would look underneath you with his thick cock deep inside you.

Great, now you're horny. Again. Actually, scratch that, you're constantly horny. At this point it's so bad that you speculate it might just be in your genes or something. Or maybe your eighth house is somehow connected with your ascendant, maybe you're a scorpio mars...

It's then when you suddenly realize: you are, in fact, alone. And you have free time, so there is literally nothing that could disturb you right now.

You get your iPad and open a porn site of your preference, briefly cringing at the suggestions displayed before typing something into the search bar that you would be absolutely terrified of someone finding out, then just get into it. You watch a few videos, look around a bit until you find something that satisfies your porn hunger.

Without taking your eyes off the screen, you reach out to your bedside table. Opening the second drawer, you pull out your vibrator. You're surprised that it still works and hasn't unalived itself because it hasn't been used in such a long period of time. You turn it off again, putting it next to you before pulling off your pants and panties, crawling under the blanket and letting your fingers brush over your folds.

Holy hell, it's been a while, is the first thing you think, dipping your fingertips into the wetness pooling at your entrance. It's almost embarrassing how fast you got wet, but so be it, it's not like someone supervises the quickness of your arousal anyway.

Or is there? – because the next thing you hear is another knock on your door. You freeze, aggressively turning down the volume of the porn, before asking who the fuck is knocking on your door.

"It's me again, plans've been canceled. It's raining." Doyoung steps foot into your room, eyeing your position under the blanket, iPad in your lap whilst you just look at him with a shocked expression.

The only thing your mind can form right now is '????'.

"Oh great, what are we watching?" Doyoung invites himself into your room, stepping over to your still half-naked (!) figure under the blanket. You turn off your iPad, turning in around and pressing it against your chest. The least you can hope is that he can't hear your thumping heartbeat through your chest.

"Nothing. I've never watched a single thing in my life. Especially not now."

"You want me to believe that? Come on, show me. I'm bored, let's watch it together." Doyoung snorts, getting onto the bed with you, pushing you aside so he can sit properly.

"Really, Doyoung, honey, you don't want that..."

"Why? Is it a drama?"

"No."

"Romance?"

"Not quite..."

Doyoung looks at you, eyes narrowed because he still can't come up with a single thing you two couldn't watch together.

"Horror?" He tries one last time.

You shake your head slowly.

"So you just don't want to watch it with me?" He assumes, putting the puzzle pieces together, but just completely upside down, just plainly wrong.

"The thing I was watching just now, I wouldn't watch it with anyone."

"Not even your mom?"

"Especially not my mom!"

He furrows his brows. You can almost see the little gears turning inside his head as he tries to figure it out. Sighing, you decide to put this poor man out of his misery.

"I was watching porn, Doyoung."

He looks at you, eyebrows raised so far, if they went a little further, they'd melt in with his hairline. Then he blinks, once, twice, opening his mouth a few times, but then closing it again without saying something.

"P-porn?!" finally comes out.

"Yeah."

"Why?" He looks so concerned that you just want to pet his head.

"Doyoung," your hand comes up to massage and rub over your forehead as you let your head slump forwards, sighing. You can't believe you have to explain this, "why do people watch porn? Hm?"

Finally, Doyoung connects the dots, realizing he's overstepped multiple lines just now, shimmying away from you, "ahh, I'm sorry. I'll just-" he thinks for a second, "porn, though, for real?"

"What's wrong with porn?"

"N-nothing, I mean, but-" He seems to be at conflict with himself, "now that I know that you watch this- isn't it uncomfortable for you??"

You shake your head, then sigh deeply as his worried facial expression hasn't faded in the slightest, "I don't care that you know I'm watching it."

"If it helps, I watch it too!"

"Thank you, Doyoung." You give him a tight-lipped smile as you pad his shoulder, nodding softly with closed eyes. "Now, would you-"

A vague gesture in the direction of the door should give Doyoung an idea of what you're implying, though he doesn't budge. You sigh again. Many lines have been crossed today, so why not make things clear.

"Doyoung, love, I'm stark naked underneath these sheets."

Doyoung's eyes flicker downwards, then back to your own, then he nods, "that's kinda hot."

Now it's your turn to blink at him, your usual self that never stops talking suddenly at a loss of words. Doyoung's gaze lays upon your hidden private parts a second time, this time much longer, assumingely fantasizing about what's underneath your cute floral-printed bedsheets. It makes you return the action, immediately locking eyes with something that looks suspiciously like a forming bulge –that or Doyoung's suddenly carrying palm-sized baseball-bats in his pants, and you highly doubt that.

Very little words are spoken until you find yourself caged in between Doyoung and your mattress, both of your shirts pulled off to have flown onto the ground somewhere, his breath fanning millimeters away from your lips as you don't dare to break eye contact. Your blanket is bunched up against the wall next to you, still hiding your vibrator from Doyoung's fiery eyes, and his fingers are dancing around your naked thighs.

You breath comes out shakily as Doyoung begins touching you, fingers parting your folds to run in between them, feeling you up and down and left and right, teasing you throughoutly before he pushes one of his digits inside. Your hands find hold on his biceps as your lids flutter shut, back arching right into his touch, a quiet sound of pleasure leaving your mouth.

Above you, you can practically feel Doyoung smile as he drags his long finger along your walls, stroking you gently before adding another, stretching you out slowly for what's to come. Your head wants to wrap around what's happening right now, but you're honestly too exhausted, too horny, and too touch deprived to voice any concerns or exorbitant excitement in your head, so you just enjoy it while it lasts.

"Wan' your cock, please", you hear yourself gasp as Doyoung angles a thrust of his fingers into your sweet spot, and keeps them there, massaging into the bundle of nerves.

"Yeah, does my little bunny want to get fucked?" Doyoung grins as you open your eyes to look at him and nod, and you're honestly surprised how well you're responding to the pet name.

Doyoung stretches you a little more before pulling his fingers out and his pants off. A single glance downwards and you have to gulp. Forget palm-sized. He begins stroking himself a little and you use the distraction to pull a condom from your bedside table, quickly opening the package with your teeth before handing it to him.

He rolls it down his thick length, your mouth starts salivating at the image of trying to fit your mouth around it when you suddenly feel him prodding against your hole, gently brushing his tip over your folds and clit, much like he's done before with his fingers.

Just before you can voice your impatience, he inches inside, slowly dragging his tip along your walls to fill you completely. A cry of pleasure that you'd be embarrassed about in any other situation slips from your mouth at the delicious stretch, a groan of Doyoung's follows suit as soon as he's bottomed out inside of you.

To your request, he begins moving, drawing his hips back slowly before pushing in with a snap, seemingly hitting every sweet spot of your body at once. You force your eyes to open again – though you don't even remember closing them – and take in Doyoung above you.

The way his pecs flex is incredibly arousing to you, and you reach out to stroke your palms over them, really feeling the way the muscle bulges under his soft, pale skin, then further down his stomach, your fingers sliding over the grooves of his abs, then to his sides to hold onto his small waist.

Doyoung hums out, approving of your actions, and you move your hands to his back, then up to his wide shoulders. There's just something about the way you've been thirsting about this man's body for, what, months now, and now you're finally having him, you can't miss out on the full experience of finally being able to touch his delicate form.

The speed and force of Doyoung's thrusts intensifies with every stroke, you feel so perfectly full with him inside of you. "I've wanted you for so long, Doie," you admit, head hazy with the way he fucks into you, a hand on your waist to hold you against him, "feels so good."

"You look so fucking pretty like this, bunny, even better than I imagined," Doyoung hisses, eyes rolling back as you clench around him, an orgasm creeping up on you way faster than you expected.

Your eyes fall onto where Doyoung holds onto your hips with his hands, the way his thumbs poke into the soft flesh of your midsection, his veins popping out due to the harsh grip he has on your body. All the times where you've appreciated his large hands coming back clashing down at your already weakened form, mind hazy as you speak your next words.

"Choke me, please," you whimper, hips bucking further into his motions.

"Ah, that's right, you like my hands so much. I've seen you stare at them so often, I can't even think of all the things you must've imagined them doing to you," Doyoung says, a chuckle in his voice that you don't even notice. Your eyes follow his right hand as it detaches itself from your waist to come up to your neck. Impatiently, you whine, his fingers softly graze over your skin before they wrap around your neck, not putting on any pressure yet.

You whimper, teeth catching your lower lip as you look into his eyes, a pleading look on your face, and he finally has mercy on you. A grin spreads over his handsome features as he presses down on your pulse point, slowly but surely pushing you into the mattress by your neck with his whole weight.

"Shit-", you bring out, eyelids fluttering as you struggle to keep them opened, walls clenching around Doyoung's length as he pushes into you harder and faster than before. The way your breath hitches in your throat seems to have an effect on him too.

"Don't you want me to use your toy on you?" The question catches you off guard, the lack of blood flowing onto your brain making you feel all tight and hot, not able to comprehend the situation. Doyoung chuckles again, "you don't think I didn't notice, right?"

As a response, you can only whine out brokenly, nodding your head as much as you can. Not soon after, you feel the pleasant vibrating sensation against your clit, making you press your hips even further against Doyoung and the toy. Doyoung seems to love your reaction, grinning above you almost crazily as his tongue flicks over his lower lip, "that's right, bunny, keep your eyes open. Look at me."

You do your best to comply to his request, the lack of oxygen catching up on you as you feel your ears ring gently and pleasantly, though all you can concentrate on is the way you seems to get tighter around Doyoung's cock, almost being able to taste your release on the tip of your tongue, and Doyoung's own crazy, lust-filled eyes.

"You're clenching so much around me, bunny," Doyoung groans above you, "I want you to cum for me, bunny."

And as he leans down, eyes not leaving yours, and presses his lips onto yours, it's over for you. All the stress and built-up from the past weeks crashing down on you within milliseconds, drowning you in the delicious depth of a long-awaited orgasm. Doyoung loosens his grip on your throat just in time, the blood rushing into your brain intensifying the feeling.

"Yeah, that's it," Doyoung moans, hips stuttering as he fucks you through your intense high. You feel like you could pass out from the impact, and you're glad that Doyoung pulls out as soon as you've stopped clenching around him, quickly discarding of the condom to stroke himself to finish on your stomach with a high-pitched whine.

"Holy shit," you confirm as soon as you're breathing's calmed down, turning your head to look at your roommate who's plopped down on the mattress next to you, equally as exhausted as you. He laughs at your expression, and a smile takes over you as well.

"Tissue?"

"Do you need to blow your nose?"

"No! I want to wipe my cum off you!"

"Oh," you grin, turning to hand him what he'd asked for, giving it to him so he can clean you up. The grinning doesn't stop even after he's done, and he turns on his side so you're facing each other.

"What," he asks, smiling himself. You take a few seconds to take in his tousled hair, blushed skin and lidded eyes, feeling giddy inside at the sight of his post-orgasm glow.

"I gotta be honest with you, Doyoung," you start, turning onto your back before sitting up, stretching your arms over your head, "that was the shit. I'm going to feel the need to do this again. Would you be okay with that?" You turn your head towards him and find him smiling at you, his perfect white teeth doing something to your heartbeat that you don't want to elaborate on right now.

"Yes," he grins before pulling you onto his lap, bringing your face to hover just mere centimeters above his own, "how about right now? Hobble on my cock, bunny."

You scoff, but are not able to hold back a grin, "I'm sorry, Doie, that's only hot when you're inside me."

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[elysiansparadise]

Hi, I hope all is well 💛. Could you tell me about Jupiter in the 8th. I always hear negative things about the placement making people late bloomers and afraid of sex.

Hello, everything is just fine. And of course I can tell you about this overlay.

Jupiter in the 8th house

These natives are usually spiritual people, they are very focused on their spiritual and personal development, so they usually enjoy spending time alone quite often, this with the purpose of learning more about themselves, or simply for the pleasure that being at peace gives them. Speaking of spirituality, they are people with a lot of intuition and potential for esoteric practices, they may have had supernatural, mystical or similar experiences from an early age that generated interest in them. They have a huge curiosity towards the things that go beyond the reality, their reality. They have a huge thrist of knowledge and enjoy being in situations that provide them intense and fullfilling experiences.

This overlay tells us about natives who can have a lot of money, either through inheritance or after marriage. Their future Spouse is likely to have a lot of money or be very stable financially. These people care a lot about being well in money matters, they hate the idea of ​​owing others and they are very responsible in that aspect. These people tend to hide their positive, playful, dreamy and idealistic side, it is very likely that since they were young they have been judged for their way of thinking or for their long-term goals. They may have been isolated by other people just because they were perceived as different. These natives tend to hold grudges and feel that they are hated by many people.

These people are usually very attractive in the eyes of other people, they usually have great magnetism and sexual energy. They are people with the ability to charm the masses and instinctively know what they like and what they need. They are people very familiar with the dark sides of life, probably when they were young they experienced many changes, had many fears, witnessed or knew of the deaths of people very close to them. They are very introspective and keep many things to themselves. They can benefit a lot from solitude. These analytical nature helps them to be able to read easily others' intentions, emotions and moods. It's difficult to lie to them since they can get to know a lot a person just for a few moments together.

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[kingkatsuki]

It's my 25th birthday - so just brain rot.

All you ask of Bakugou and Kiri as a present is their cum in any way, shape or form. So they come up with different ways they can gift it to you on your special day, saving some each day for a few weeks.

Skin care first thing in the morning - Kiri has a small bottle set to the side for you to rub it into your skin. Bakugou shoots thick ropes of it as syrup on your pancakes for breakfast.

Who needs chocolate covered strawberries as a snack when they can be cum covered strawberries? Need a good drink in the after noon, both cocks can quench your thrist.

A sauce for dipping your dinner in. And of course a cumsicle with your cum covered cake. Don't forget they take turns filling your holes all day, filling you to the absolute brim.

At the end of the day thanking them for all of your birthday surprises but begging for just one more taste.

- I really should bury myself.

Happy birthday!!!💕

I think this sounds like the perfect birthday don’t you? Both of them booking the day off work months in advance just to pamper and worship you🥺