#professor Holland

[little-diable]

Distraction - Prof!Tom Holland (smut)

Boy, do I love prof!fics. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: After years of being professor Holland’s student, the reader finally finishes her studies and joins the team as a young professor – allowing the two to finally give into their teasing.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, office sex, oral (f), gagging, some brief jealousy but mainly fluff and smut

Pairing: Prof!Tom Holland x fem!prof!reader (3.6k words)

“Morning (y/n)!” She was greeted with a smile, unable to bite her chuckles back as she greeted him. Her steps were slow, trying to accept that the office she had visited numerous times over the past years was now hers, well, half of it. (Y/n) sat her bag down on the empty desk, sitting down in the chair she had always claimed as hers, making herself comfortable in this very room whenever he had office hours. “It’s good to finally have you around as a colleague.”

“Thank you, professor.” For a second she had pondered over the title, wondering if she should still call him “professor”, and yet it felt wrong to use his first name, at least not when he hadn’t offered it to her yet. 

“Please, (y/n), Tom’s just fine, we’re colleagues now after all.” Heat flushed through her, eyes momentarily flickering down to her bag, reaching for her laptop to place it down on her desk. It’d probably take her weeks to adjust to the new situation, still not fully realizing that she was finally allowed to teach at the university. “What’s on your timetable for today? Maybe we can grab lunch together, if you want.”

Tom leaned back in his chair, hand running through his curls as he watched her with his coffee coloured eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, hoping that he wouldn’t pick up on the giddiness thumping through her veins. (Y/n) couldn’t remember when her crush on the young professor had started, but by now it felt all too natural, one with her system, like a virus she’d never get rid of again. Back when she had been a student, (y/n) had chased any chance to spend time with him outside of his classes, finding her way to his office every single week to discuss new books, theories and problems. And Tom had always listened, sharing his own thoughts with the student he couldn’t help but marvel at. 

“I’m teaching a class at eleven, but I’m free between one and three. Does that work for you?” She opened her laptop to log into the university database, opening the course she’d teach in the next hour. He kept watching her with a smile playing on his lips, a proud smile she couldn’t help but fawn over, wondering if he felt the same bond keeping them chained together. When she had been his student (y/n) hadn’t dared to flirt with him – not like the other students trying to gain his attention – but now the tide had changed, the waves kept rolling back onto the sandy beach they’ve been walking on for years. 

“Works perfect. You know, I’m free till four, I could come watch your class.” For a moment she froze, eyes flickering down to the presentation she had prepared. Even though the mere thought of making a fool of herself in front of Tom left her heart racing, pumping hot, searing blood through her system, the thought of having him close would probably help her relax, guiding the students through an exciting class. “I remember how nervous I was on my first day, but I’m sure you’ll do just fine, with or without me there.” 

“Well, we don’t want you to get bored around here all alone, of course you can come watch. But don’t distract my students too much.” He shot her a sly smirk, taking a sip of his tea. Tom wasn’t oblivious, could pick up on gossip all too quickly, hearing the words his students murmured about him, praying to whoever was listening that they’d get a chance with the professor. 

“Me? Never.” 

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“Here you go.” (Y/n) murmured a soft “Thank you” to the waitress, watching her place both Tom’s and (y/n)’s orders down. He had his eyes set on (y/n), interrupted on his recap of her lesson by the waitress. 

“So, I think you did really well, it won’t take long till you’ll take over my classes too, I’ll be jobless in no time.” Both chuckled, starting eating with their eyes meeting every now and then. No longer was her heart racing in uneven beats, no longer was she overthinking every word tumbling from her lips, somewhat relaxed around the smiling professor. 

“I doubt that, we both know you’re the students' favourite. But I can’t blame them.” Tom shook his head, curls falling into his face, smirk ever prominent on his thin lips. His glasses perfectly framed his handsome features, adding a professional touch to his appearance, making him appear a few years older than he actually was. 

“Can’t blame them, huh? Was I your favourite too, (y/n)?” He was teasing her, and was well aware that he had been the one to influence her back then. In the beginning Tom hadn’t put much thought into their back and forth, appreciating her for asking challenging questions, finally adding something to his classes he had always missed, but with passing months he had slowly picked up on the way she was looking at her – gazes he couldn’t help but reciprocate. 

“Oh stop it, we both know the answer to that.” Before he could shoot back with another teasing reply burning on the tip of his tongue, his name was called by a bright voice, eyes snapping towards an approaching woman. (Y/n) had seen the female professor around a few times, she had never visited her classes, didn’t even know her name, and yet she couldn't help but tense up. The woman wore a wide smile on her painted lips, making (y/n)’s insides churn as she paid more attention to the way the woman was looking at Tom, a gaze (y/n) was all too familiar with. 

“Sorry for disturbing you two, you’re (y/n) right? Welcome to the department.” The woman stretched her hand out for (y/n) to shake, eyes instantly drawn back to Tom and the uncomfortable expression he wore. “I’ll see you tonight right? They’re expecting us at seven.”

“Uhm, yes, I’ll be there.” Tom froze as the woman leaned down to press her lips against his cheek, hand holding his chin with her eyes focused on (y/n). She murmured a soft “See you later” to the two before she left them on their own, not looking back once. For a few moments Tom and (y/n) were engulfed by an uncomfortable silence, a silence Tom interrupted with the sound of him clearing his throat, reaching for his napkin to wipe the lipstick stain off his cheek. 

“Sorry about that. She’s been nagging me for months, I’m her date for a gallery opening tonight, in hopes that she’ll leave me alone after that.” (Y/n)’s gaze flickered down to her now empty plate before she reached for her phone, checking the fleeting time. She shot him a quick smile, murmuring a soft “Don’t worry”. 

“It’s almost three, I think I should head back for my next class soon. Should we pay?” 

……

“But, they aren’t dating, right?” (Y/n) shook her head, sinking further into her friend's couch, letting go of a deep sigh that begged to be released. After leaving the restaurant the atmosphere between her and Tom had been awkward, filled with a silence that was only interrupted as they ran into another colleague of theirs, joining him on his way back towards their building. (Y/n) had barely spared any attention to their conversation, replaying the past moments, unable to bite the feeling of jealousy down, tightening up her throat. 

“No, I don’t think he’s into her, why am I even thinking about that? It’s not like there’s anything actually going on between us.” Another groan left (y/n) as she closed her eyes, deeply exhaling to try and let go of the tension flushing through her. Her friend squeezed her knee, refilling their glasses with a pitiful gaze thrown (y/n)’s way. 

“I mean, from what you’ve told me, it sounds like he is very interested in you, I’m sure it will work out between the two of you.” (Y/n)’s attention was ripped from her friend’s words, hand reaching for her beeping phone. Her heart started racing as she focused on the text Tom had messaged her. It was a picture of a colourful painting, and attached was the text “I think I’m too uncultured, how can people enjoy paintings like that?” 

“It’s him, isn’t it?” Her friend shot (y/n) a grin, reading the text (y/n) showed her. It took her a moment to come up with a fitting reply, pondering over the words she should use, trying to ignore the jumps of her heart. 

“Seems like we need to work on your knowledge about art history. You should join my Tuesday class.” With trembling fingers (y/n) placed her phone down, taking a sip of her drink. She tried to stir the conversation with her friend into another direction, not wanting to hyperfocus on Tom and the text he’d shoot her way, but the second her phone beeped again, (y/n)’s hand shot out to reach for it. 

“How about a private lesson? Wouldn’t want to distract your students.” 

…… 

“It was awful, I was so bored.” Tom’s words echoed through their office, he was leaning back in his chair, feet placed on his desk. He was sipping his coffee, studying (y/n), how she typed away on her laptop, replying to emails, trying to catch up with her tasks of the day. 

“Well, it’s the price you pay for leading her on.” He chuckled into his mug, silently grateful that their teasing was finally back, replacing the awkward tension of the day before. Their eyes met for a second, forcing both to give into the smiles tugging on their lips. “Don’t you have something to work on? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do actual work, besides teaching.” 

“Mind you, I work very hard. But why should I focus on my classes, when I can enjoy being around you?” She was glad that she wasn’t taking a sip of her warm beverage, would have probably choked on her sips. Heat rose in her system, forcing her hands to momentarily freeze, hovering over the keys. All (y/n) could do was shake her head, trying to switch her concentration back on the email she had been typing. 

“You’re such a tease, are you like that with all your female colleagues?” Tom threw his head back with a laugh rumbling through him. He rolled back with his chair, sitting up straight to place his cup down. For a second he watched her, pondering over his next move before he rose to his feet to round their desks, plopping down on hers, forcing (y/n) to focus on him once again. 

“We both know you were jealous of her yesterday, right?” He didn’t give her a chance to reply, forcing (y/n) to keep on watching him as he reached for her chin, holding her in place with his thumb running over her lower lip. Her words were stuck in her throat, unable to tear her eyes away as if the roles were reversed, replaying the plot of Orpheus and Eurydice, forced to turn back around to catch another glance of his frame. “But we both also know that there’s no need for you to be jealous, I’ve always been focused on you, even when I wasn’t supposed to.” 

Her heart had stopped racing, it felt as if time had frozen, as if earth had stopped rotating, waiting for Tom to break out into a fist of giggles, teasing her for believing the words he had just spoken. But Tom kept quiet, patiently waiting for (y/n) to reply. He felt her skin grow warmer, eyes flickering between hers and her lips, not daring to move closer before a reply would roll off her tongue. 

“I,” she struggled to reply, unable to pierce the pieces together, not daring to accept that Tom had just given into the feelings (y/n) had fostered for years. “Do you really mean that?” 

Tom let go of her face to reach for her hands, pulling her to her feet to stand between his thighs. One of his hands found their way back to her cheek, guiding (y/n) even closer. With her breath hitched in her chest she started counting the passing by seconds, wondering if he’d close the gap between them, like two boats sailing into the safe haven after months at sea. The waves were guiding them ashore, laying their trust in the lighthouse that called for them to give in, to let go of the pressure that had kept resting on their hearts. 

“Professor Holland?” The sound of somebody knocking on their door ripped the two apart, forcing (y/n) to sit back down in her chair, trying to catch her breath as Tom called for them to enter. One of his students stepped into the office, shooting (y/n) a quick smile before he focused on Tom, asking the questions that have guided him towards this office. And with her eyes trained on the screen of her laptop, (y/n)’s mind started replaying the past moments, cursing the student for interrupting their moment – a moment she had been waiting for since she had started crushing on the professor. 

……

It was evening by the time Tom found his way back into the office, freezing in his step as he found (y/n) still sitting in her chair, working on a book she kept annotating. Their eyes met for a brief second, breaking contact as he closed the door, haltering in his step for a moment before he walked to his desk, placing his books down. Tom rounded their desks like he had done hours ago, cupping her cheek with one hand, eyes finding her curious ones. 

Without another warning, Tom pressed his lips against hers, finally giving into the pull he had been fighting against for endless hours. Her gasp allowed him to deepen the kiss, stabilising himself with his free hand gripping the armrest of her chair, keeping her close to him. (Y/n)’s hands found his curls, not daring to overthink the moment that felt far more intense than in her dreams. 

“Fuck, I’ve been thinking of doing that since this morning.” Tom murmured his words against her lips, chuckles swallowed by another kiss she pressed against his lips. Both chased one another, not daring to break apart, wanting to drag out their moments together for as long as possible. Lust flushed through her veins, a biting feeling (y/n) had tried to repress for the past years, but the dam had broken, there was no holding back, no need to stop her body from giving in. 

She rose from her chair, making space for Tom to take her seat, pulling her into his lap with his hands finding the back of her thighs. Her middle was ground against his, coaxing a soft moan out of them, sounds bleeding together with the sound of their lips meeting over and over again. (Y/n) felt herself dripping, silently begging him to take it another step further, and another, till she’d choke on his name with tears welling up in her eyes. 

“If we don’t stop I’ll fuck you right here, I won’t be able to hold back.” Tom’s confession left her trembling, feeling him growing hard against her. With her hands finding his curls, (y/n) pulled him in for another breathless kiss, whispering a soft “Don’t you dare stop”. 

“Alright, but you’ve been warned.” A squeal ripped through (y/n) as she was forced from his lap onto her desk, pushed back for Tom to work on the buttons of her trousers, pulling the fabric down her legs. Anticipation filled her body, wondering how he’d touch her, how he’d make her feel, clinging onto the dreams she had been forcing through her mind for the past years. The soaked through fabric of her panties was ripped from her legs, and with his eyes finding hers, Tom pushed the fabric between her teeth, “Gotta keep you quiet for now.” 

Tom’s eyes scanned up and down her frame, marveling at her as if time was fleeting, as if she’d be ripped from him any moment now, needing to burn the sight into his mind. His cold hands pulled her thighs open, eyes set on her glistening cunt, coaxing a groan out of him. She wanted to keep watching him, sounds swallowed by her panties, but the second his tongue found her folds, licking her skin clean, she forced her eyes shut, desperately trying to focus on his movements. 

“Fuck, tastes so sweet, I should mark you up, remember that you’re mine, but I’ll take my time with you later, love.” Two of his fingers were pushed into her tightness, forcing her walls to flutter around him, not used to feeling the cold metal of his rings pressing against her warm skin. It was sinful, so sinful, giving into their carnal desire in their office, a public space, and yet they didn’t dare run from the darkness that seemed to guide them, one with their desires. 

(Y/n) combed one hand through his locks, holding onto Tom as he kept sucking on her bundle of nerves, fucking her closer to the edge with skilled, curled fingers. Shudders ran down her spine, heightening her senses, unable to pay attention to her thoughts, the images flushing through her mind, trapped in dark matter, a field of energy only Tom would be able to rip her from. 

“So pretty for me, fuck, I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.” She arched her back off the desk, giving into the moan that roared through her, a sound so sinful not even her panties could drown it out. Her orgasm creeped closer, about to swallow her whole, forcing her to drown in the ocean she had been sailing, losing her path – forced to cling to Tom. “Gonna fuck you now, want to feel you cum with my cock buried deep inside of you.” 

He parted from her for just a second, freeing his cock with quick movements, reaching for the condom he carried around in his wallet. (Y/n) watched him with glassy eyes, sighing in relief as he pulled her panties from her mouth, allowing her to whimper his name. Tom’s fingers dug into her thighs as he wrapped her legs around his waist, cock brushing through her folds, collecting drops of her arousal before he finally pushed into her. 

Before she could release the heavy moan wanting to rip through her, Tom had kissed her, keeping her pressed against his chest. He fucked her slow, giving her a few moments to adjust before building up his pace, making her forget her name with only a few thrusts. The way Tom fucked her was ruthless, unforgiving, and yet it was more intense than what she had experienced before that, shaking against him as if she was about to pass out. 

“Feels so good, fuck, Tom.” Her words were whispered against his lips, eyes squeezed shut, allowing Tom to use her body, to mark her up. He was claiming her in the most primal way, body moulding against hers like wax formed into a candle, burned from the heat she emanated. 

Tom sneaked a hand between their bodies, fingers finding their way back to her pulsing clit, set on pushing her over the edge. His rough thrusts pushed her back into the state she had been trapped in moments ago, no longer having control over her body. Both had a hard time grasping that this was real, that they were finally allowed to give in, secretly promising one another that they’d never part ways again. 

“You’re gonna cum, huh? Can feel you clenching around me.” (Y/n) could only choke on his name, not able to hold back as her orgasm threatened to take over, rocking through her body like a bolt of lightning striking her. His pace didn’t falter, keeping a steady grip on her to hold (y/n) close as she gave in, trembling against his body. 

His dark eyes fluttered close as he came, filling the condom with a deep groan ripping through his throat. A “fuck” left Tom, slowly loosening his grip on (y/n) to pull out of her, not picking up on the whimper leaving her, feeling empty. Their eyes searched one another, unable to stop their grins from widening as another kiss was shared, chasing their closeness.

“Are you okay, love?” (Y/n) could only nod her head, taking his reached out hand to rise from her position on the table, needing to stabilise herself with her still quivering limbs. She’d struggle with walking for the next hours, needing Tom to guide her back home, not ready to part ways just yet.

“How about I take you home with me? We could cook something, take a shower, and watch a movie?” His words were met with a kiss pressed against his lips, answering his question. And with one last glance thrown her way, Tom pulled (y/n) out of their office, hands interlaced.

[suzieloveships]

The way Michael Fassbender and James Mcavoy talked about Erik and Charles and how Hugh Jackman and Ryan Reynolds talked about Logan and Wade but also how Josh Brolin talked Wade and Nate and him calling a scene where DP falls balls first on Cable's face a "sex scene" and also Tom Hardy saying that Eddie and Venom "are aligned by the stars, are meant to be"...

I hope Joseph Quinn knows I expect similar energy from him next year if someone ask him about Johnny and Peter relationship while he is promoting Fantastic Four

[runerapier]

Oh angeal...

[little-black-dress-zack-fair]

Hollander: I just had a thought.

Hojo: I’ll buy you a card to commemorate the moment.

[getvalentined]

I understand people giving Lucrecia the benefit of the doubt with regard to what she did to Vincent, just like I understand people not realizing how undeniably fucked up Gast was, but the important thing to keep in mind about these characters is that the majority of them are written as being in the throes of some pretty extreme cognitive dissonance.

It's not bad writing, it's that they're hypocrites. They reached a moral event horizon at some point, and they did what they felt they had to do when crossing it.

Gast abandoned a child because he wasn't what he wanted—even having raised Sephiroth up until that point and knowing that he was a pretty normal kid overall, as we can see from his behavior as a young teen in Ever Crisis, Gast still couldn't bear to continue to be responsible for a monster. He knew what Hojo was capable of, because he knew about what happened to Vincent, because it happened in his lab, and he left a literal child in his care anyway. Sephiroth's only crime was not being what Gast thought he was, and Gast damned him to a lifetime of torture under a "father" whose only goal was to use him to prove his own genius. Why? Because Gast had a goal, and the goal was what mattered, the ends justified any means he could devise. He was a man obsessed, driven to the verge of madness in his lust for the Promised Land. A religious zealot with the most powerful scientific team in the world at his disposal, ready to prove him right—and then he wasn't right, and the whole world fell apart underneath him. Ifalna gave him back that stability, because she was a real Ancient, and she gave him a new, better child to care for. A child that wasn't a monster, a child that was his, a child that might one day lead him to the Promised Land, if her mother didn't do so first. When Aerith was born, Gast got to be right again, and therefore all was right with the world. Sephiroth (like Genesis before him) may as well have never existed at all.

Lucrecia openly experimented on a man who loved her enough to die for her, going so far as to apparently use data from those experiments to improve her own academic standing, because she couldn't bear the guilt of being responsible for his death. It wasn't about whether it was the right thing to do, it wasn't about whether she loved him back, it wasn't even about her thesis at that point—she just couldn't continue to live having lost everything as a result of her own impatience, her own lack of regard for everyone around her. She killed her mentor through her own impatience, she gave up her son for experimentation, she didn't stop her husband from experimenting on her ex-lover, and she had nothing to show for it but crippling Jenova toxicosis and an equally crippling cowl of regret.

I could even go into Hojo here, how what he did to Sephiroth was a result of struggling to escape Gast's shadow, how what he did to Vincent was a result of him struggling to prove that he deserved his wife, how everything he did was born from the all-consuming need to do just one thing for which no one else could take credit. Hojo got the director position not because he earned it, but because Gast ran away. Hojo got Lucrecia not because he wooed her, but because he didn't have eyes like the unrequited first love that she killed. Hell, Project S only happened because Project G failed! Nothing Hojo has ever had that was worth anything was because of his work, only because the work of others failed. Why do you think he talks about "failures" the way he does? The failure of others is the only reason he's gotten so far, and he knows that any failure of his own will knock him right off that pedestal—and he's terrified.

None of these people are good people. I don't know that any of them ever were. But in their eyes, everything they did was justified, they took the right course of action, because they took the only course of action that their personal understanding of reality would allow them to take.

Were any of them actually right? Probably not. Certainly not, in some cases. But there's no going back on it now. The arrow has left the bow of the goddess, and there's no calling it back.

[lissiamsn]

[mysterysilverdawn]

You know everything in FF7 could have changed (for the better) if Genesis just used these two scientists as sheaths for his sword.

[allonnotion]

Hunger Games: Final Fantasy VII Edition

to celebrate the release of Rebirth, I decided to put characters from this game into the Hunger Games simulator. the results were quite chaotic, to say the least. here are some 'iconic' moments.

and the winner is...

the results:

should I do a sequel?

the simulator

hunger games masterlist

[aceduooooooooooooooooooooooooo]

i'm sorry if I forgot someone

[little-diable]

Tides of Drowned Affections - Prof!Tom Holland

Since it was such a close tie between prof!Tom and fake dating I decided to just combine both options. I simply had to use this very picture of Tom – like, Jesus Christ. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has never been close with her family, but when she's ordered to come home for her sister's wedding, (y/n) is in need of a helping hand. Or: When a panic attack is the reason Professor Holland takes on the role of the reader's boyfriend.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, oral (f), panic attacks, the reader's family is awful, lots of fluff, fake dating to real lovers, profxstudent relationship (6k words)

Pairing: Professor!Tom Holland x TA!fem!reader

Panic. An emotion so blinding, one couldn’t help but feel like they’ve lost their grip on their surroundings, arms not strong enough to keep on guiding them through the rough waves of an ocean so dark even creatures of the night feared the thick blanket they’d end up in. A sensation so strong one's body couldn’t help but let go of whatever forced them to keep on moving, giving up with their heart racing, their lungs aching, and their limbs quivering. A word so simple, yet filled with letters that needed too much time to roll off one’s tongue.

(Y/n) was all too used to this very sensation, body quickly adapting to the waves of panic that would roll upon her, drowning her before she could snap into motion, finding a calm and quiet place to hide. Ever since she had been a young girl, (y/n) had struggled with the sudden attacks her mind pushed her into, forced to endure the physical and mental pain, and now, years after her first ever panic attack, she still hadn’t picked up on her triggers, wondering what set the attacks off. 

“Mom forced me to invite you, so I expect you to turn up.” Her sister’s voice rang through the speakers of (y/n)’s phone, words she no longer picked up on, eyes struggling to stay open, breaths shallow and uneven. With her trembling legs guiding her through the hallways of the building she knew better than her childhood home, (y/n) trusted her body to find shelter in a quiet place. “(Y/n)! Don’t tell me you’re panicking again.”

Before her mind could even begin to form a reply, her thumb had ended the call, cutting off her ranting sister. Tears welled up in her eyes, momentarily making it harder for her to see, pushing past students that didn’t spare the young woman any attention, though scoffing at her whenever she collided with their shoulders or bags. 

The familiar building had always felt like home to her, the warm atmosphere lingering in the air, cosying her along, stroking her limbs like an invisible hug, but today the white hallways had nothing calm and quiet to them, making her feel trapped, uneasy, and confused. Her feet came to a sudden halt in front of the office she had been in numerous times before, finding her way to this room every Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday morning and afternoon, holding onto the essays she was supposed to grade, the prints she was supposed to hand out. 

With trembling fingers (y/n) tried to unlock the door, miserably failing as the first of many tears to come rolled down her warm cheek. A silent “Fuck” left her lips, skin graced by the marks of her teeth, desperately trying to keep her cries bottled in. She was too focused on the cold key her fingers kept clinging to as if it was her lifeline, to notice the approaching figure. Her breath hitched in her chest as a warm hand gently pushed hers away, grasping the key to unlock the office.

No words were spoken as she was pushed into the room, all too gently. Before (y/n) could even try to blink away her tears, two hands cupped her cheeks, forcing her eyes to get lost in the dark ones staring at her, rich of a colour so brown one couldn’t help but think of autumn evenings, clinging to the smell of coffee, to the warmth that would spread through their system. 

“Deep breaths, love. You can do it.” Professor Holland’s voice rang in her ears, forcing (y/n) to breathe with him. It wasn’t the first time the young professor guided her through one of her attacks, wasn’t the first time he had stumbled upon her in a state like this. “That’s it, you’re doing so well. C’mon, let's sit down.”

With one hand placed on the small of her back, Professor Holland guided her towards the black couch, helping her sit down before he let go of her. Deep breaths were inhaled into her lungs as if she was about to take a dive, preparing her body for the upcoming moments. She watched him fill a glass with water, pushing it into her hand before he finally sat down next to her. Professor Holland’s hand kept stroking her back, drawing shapes onto the fabric of her shirt, not daring to speak up just yet.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/n) cringed at the croaky sound of her voice, eyes directed onto the wooden flooring of his office, counting the spots and marks she could find. His hand didn’t stop moving, eyes searching her features for a few seconds before he broke the silence that had followed her words. 

“Nothing to apologise for, love. I’m glad I found you, I don't want you going through this alone.” A smile began to widen on her lips, finally able to look at the professor, taking in the handsome face she’d see in her dreams, living a life where they weren’t forced to stick to the hierarchy they were forced to live with. “Want to tell me what set it off this time?”

“T’was my sister, she’s about to get married.” Professor Holland didn’t know much about (y/n)’s family life, yet he had gathered enough information over the past months to understand that she wasn’t close with her family, an outsider those she had grown up with had never accepted. “I won’t survive this, I don’t even know why they want me to come, it’s not like I’ve been invited to other gatherings.” 

His heart clenched in his chest, feeling the pain that dripped from her words, a pain (y/n) was all too used to yet had never managed to get rid of. It had taken her years to accept her fucked up home life, wondering why she had ended up in this very mess, forced away from home, from the parents that have never given her any of their love, from the sister that has always taunted her. As a young girl (y/n) had found herself growing jealous of her friends and the relationship they had with their parents, a blinding pain that had grown rather dull over the past years. 

“You don’t have to go there, don’t force yourself to go through this.” His calm voice managed to rip her out of the ocean of sadness she was swimming through before another wave could drown her, eyes snapping up to meet his. (Y/n) slowly nodded her head, trying to think through the choices she had, and yet she knew that she’d go home either way, a desperate try to find her way back into the family home she hadn’t stepped foot in in years. 

“Is it wrong of me that I kind of want to go back? I don’t know why, but it feels like I have no choice here.” His hand stopped moving, forced away from her back into his lap, but his eyes never strayed from her features, from the trails her salty tears had left behind on her cheeks. 

“You do have a choice, (y/n). But if you really want to go there, I would be happy to accompany you.” She choked on her breaths, wondering if her mind was playing a trick on her. He intensely studied her, waiting for his TA to speak up, and yet she couldn’t. (Y/n) stumbled over her words, not expecting the young professor to offer her a chance like this. 

The two of them had never spent any time outside of his office and classroom together, a strictly professional relationship that had somehow turned into a friendship throughout the past months. He had been right there for her whenever she needed him, helping her through her attacks, helping her with questions about other courses, a guiding hand she was clinging to, scared to ever let go. 

“No, I wouldn’t want you to endure this, I’ll manage. But thank you.” A tight smile was shot his way before her eyes broke contact, focusing on her bag and the essays she still had left to grade. She reached for the stack of papers, hands wiping her cheeks clean in order to distract her racing thoughts, not daring to focus on the offer he had spoken moments ago. 

“Give yourself some time to think about it, my offer still stands.”

……

With her eyes focused on the screen of her laptop, (y/n) found herself rereading the email she had received last night. Her sister’s wedding invite, emailed to her, while the others had probably received a letter, once again proving to (y/n) that her sister didn’t even know where she lived, where her life had guided her to. 

Professor Holland’s voice kept ringing in her ears, weighing her options, trying to paint a picture of the upcoming weeks. How would she even explain to her family that he was her professor, the man she was working for? How would she explain to those that wanted to see her fail that she was still single, preferring to focus on her studies rather on men that would eventually break her heart? 

Her fingers itched, wanting to reach for her phone, wanting to call him, to take him up on his offer. And as (y/n) reread the simple “I expect you to turn up” her sister had added to the email, she finally gave in. It took the professor a few rings to pick up the phone, speaking her name all too brightly.

“I, uhm, do you still want to go to the wedding with me?” A chuckle left the man, forcing her lips to give into the smile wanting to widen. 

“Of course I do. It’s next weekend, right? Email me the information you have and we'll figure it out together.” 

……

“Thank you, professor.” He had taken her bag from her, stuffing it into his boot before he opened the passenger door for her. Both were about to leave their city, driving through the country to make their way to (y/n)’s childhood home, to the family she didn’t want to see, to old memories she had buried six feet under as if the old (y/n) had been killed by her own hands. 

“I think we can switch to first names now, Tom’s just fine, love.” Heat filled her body, a warmth so unfamiliar her heart couldn’t help but skip a few beats. She whispered his name as Tom rounded the car, checking his phone one last time before he started his car. It would take them a few hours to make it to their destination, forced to spend time together with no way out, allowing the two to learn more about one another. 

“Tell me about your family, what should I know about them?” Her eyes were focused on the road ahead, on the passing by buildings, and the unfamiliar faces she’d never seen again. An all too familiar nervousness began to spread through her system, making her tense in the comfortable leather seat of his SUV.

“There’s not much to know, I don’t even know the man my sister’s marrying. I last saw them when I left home to study. But I think my parents will like you, they are quite good at faking our relationship when others are around.” His hand found her knee before (y/n) could even begin to understand what he was doing, eyes finding the slender fingers of his. Tom squeezed her knee, silently encouraging her to keep on talking, promising her that he was right there, that he wouldn’t let go. “I don’t know how to explain to them why you’re coming with me, but I doubt they’ll start a conversation with me.”

(Y/n) watched his eyebrows furrow, tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, pondering over his words for a few moments before he spoke up. His hand didn’t dare move away from her knee, breaking every law and rule the two were supposed to stick to, breaking the professional barrier they’ve built over the past months. 

“We can always tell them that I’m your partner, they don’t have to know anything else. If you’re comfortable with that of course.” Tom tried to pull his hand away, seemingly picking up on the unprofessionalism of his gestures, suddenly panicking deep inside. (Y/n)’s hand darted out to find his, placed on top of his warm fingers, slowly interlacing hers with his. 

“I’d like that, thank you, Tom.” 

……

“Welcome, come on in.” (Y/n) had a hard time focusing on her mother’s piercing eyes, filled with a bleakness so familiar, she felt herself being hauled back in time, stuck in the body of her younger self. Her body screamed at her to hide, to duck her head – a desperate try to escape her mother’s wrath. But the hand Tom had placed on her waist gave (y/n) enough reassurance, faking a smile. “You didn’t tell us you’re bringing someone, (y/n).”

(Y/n) had to bite down the “We haven’t spoken since last year” that threatened to leave her, only murmuring a small “Sorry”. 

“It’s good to meet you, I’m Tom, (y/n)’s boyfriend.” Her mother seemingly froze, eyes flickering between the two of them before she slowly took the hand Tom had stretched out for her to shake. Before either one of them could speak up, (y/n)’s sister appeared, eyes wandering up and down (y/n)’s frame, unable to bite down the annoyance flushing through her system. 

“If we had known you’re bringing a date we would have prepared a bigger room for you, but I’m sure the guest cabin will do just fine.” (Y/n)’s mind got stuck on the first part of her sister’s sentence, unable to stop herself from asking the question rolling off her tongue.

“What happened to my room?” Her mother’s and sister’s laugh echoed through the entrance hall of their mansion, eyes finding one another’s features. Tom tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her closer with a sigh leaving him, already fed up with the way (y/n) was being treated. 

“Oh please, (y/n). You’re never home, you didn’t expect us to leave it for you to return, did you?” No reply left (y/n), struggling to breathe through the sadness that once again found its way back to her, the only emotion she could clearly identify, stuck in an overwhelming mess of different sensations. “Anyways, you remember the way to the guest cabin? We will eat dinner at six.”

With a nod shot their way, (y/n) started moving, pushing past the mother-daughter-duo with Tom hot on her heels. No words were spoken as she guided him through the mansion, finally finding their way outside. She had her eyes focused on the small cabin that had been built on the other end of the big garden years ago, following the stone path. 

“Are you okay?” Tom broke the silence the second the door to the cabin fell shut, allowing the two to finally breathe. He pulled her into his chest the second he noticed the way her shoulders were slumped, heavy breaths leaving her aching lungs. (Y/n) couldn’t help but deeply inhale his scent, the mixture of cologne and tea she loved all too much, a scent that managed to still her racing heart. 

“I’m sorry about them.” She murmured her words against the fabric of his shirt, eyes fluttering close once again as Tom’s hand found the back of her head, cradling her even closer. 

“You have nothing to be sorry for, it’s not your fault they are treating you like this. We’ll have our fun, I promise.”

……

Her eyes couldn’t find something to focus on, wandering through the room that had nothing familiar to it. She was surrounded by a few familiar though mainly unfamiliar faces, people that were getting lost in conversations with one another. (Y/n) was sitting next to Tom, vis-à-vis her father and mother. Years ago their dining room had been (y/n)’s favourite place in the big mansion, a room filled with quietness for most parts of the day, allowing the girl to eat her meals on her own, while the others stuck to a routine different to hers. 

“So, Tom, what do you do?” Her father’s gruff voice ripped (y/n) out of her trance, eyes flickering back to the features of her father. The man had clearly aged, and yet (y/n) had never seen much of him to tell what had changed about him, besides the now grey hairs of his. 

“I’m a professor, I teach and do research at the university (y/n) works at.” Tom’s voice had an all too friendly undertone to it, a sound (y/n) was all too used to. She had always admired the kindness he exuded, the way he took his time to explain subjects to those that clearly struggled, and yet he always made his students feel important, giving them enough reasons to do well on their homework, on his difficult exams. 

“I assume you’re not working in the same department as (y/n)? We wouldn’t want people to think our daughter is sleeping around for good grades and a well paid salary.” Tom choked on the sip of wine he had just forced down his throat, eyes changing to an even darker tone, filled with anger, disgust, and confusion. While (y/n) was used to her parents' demotions, Tom clearly struggled to accept the way they were talking to her. 

“Your daughter is one of the brightest and most hard working students in the faculty, it’s a shame you don’t seem to pick up on it.” His eyes didn’t dare leave her parents' surprised features. “It’s been a long day, I think we need some rest, don’t we, love?” Tom rose from his seat before (y/n) could reply, taking his outstretched hand to follow him out of the dining hall without looking back once. Her heart was racing, pumping hot blood through her veins, forcing her to tremble. Not once had somebody dared to defend her in front of her parents, not once had somebody stood up for her, a new sensation she’d probably never get used to. 

The two came to a halt in the garden, engulfed by the orange and pink colours of the setting sun, leaving a mesmerising shadow on their features, nature’s finest spectacle even those fighting for ancient cities had been fortunate enough to admire. Tom cupped her cheek, forcing (y/n) to look at him, “Don’t let their words get to you, I meant every word I said. And deep down you know they are true, right?”

Her throat felt tight, unable to speak up, only able to slowly nod her head. The pull inside her chest grew stronger, moving even closer towards Tom, closing the small gap between them. She was searching his closeness like Hades had searched for Persephone, making flowers bloom in springtime, rebirthing their love every month they got to spend together. A tragic fate only Orpheus and Eurydice could understand, the ancient couple lost in the depth of the Underworld. 

Before (y/n) could pick up on the small movements, Tom had dipped his head down, lips ghosting over hers, not closing the gap just yet. No longer was (y/n) able to breathe, stuck in the nervousness that had taken her body and soul hostage, begging the man to finally give in. The sound of Tom’s ringing phone ripped the two out of their trance, eyes wide as they broke contact, chasing the distance that left their hearts aching. And while Tom picked up the call with annoyance filling his every word, (y/n) found shelter in the cabin, finding rest on the bed they’d share for the upcoming night. 

……

“Good morning.” Tom’s raspy voice left (y/n) smiling, eyes fluttering open to find his. He was standing at the foot of their shared bed, upper body bare, curls held back by a thin hairband. With two cups of coffee in his hands, he rounded the bed, gently setting her cup down. “It’s almost nine, thought you’d like to have enough time to get ready.”

“Thank you, when did you wake up?” Her eyes couldn’t help but wander, taking in his chiselled figure, the abs that tensed whenever he moved, the back muscles that flexed as he turned away from her, reaching for his phone. 

“About two hours ago, I went for a run. It’s a beautiful area around here.” A hum left (y/n), taking a sip of the warm beverage before her eyes fluttered close once again. Today was the day of the wedding, forcing her and Tom to put on their best act, trying to bite back any comments that threatened to leave them. She felt his eyes on her, studying her for a few moments before he moved towards the bed, sitting down next to her. (Y/n) tried to keep her eyes shut, relishing in the calmness they were engulfed by, the quietness that would break any moment now. 

Tom’s hand found her shoulder, pulling her into his chest, careful not to spill her coffee. His warmth forced goosebumps to rise on her arms, making her tremble in his grasp, and yet she didn’t dare flee from their shared body contact. It had taken her a while to fall asleep yesterday evening, mind not daring to let go of the moment that had been interrupted by Tom’s ringing phone, the kiss that had been broken apart before it could happen. Even as Tom had found his way to bed, minutes after (y/n), her heart hadn’t been able to stop racing, pumping blood through her body, hot blood that made her tense. 

“I don’t want to get up.” Her words left Tom chuckling, hand stroking her head in a calming matter, not daring to break her out of her state just yet. “But I also know we can’t miss breakfast.”

“Grab a shower, take your time, and then we’ll get some food.” With a huff rumbling through her, (y/n) slowly rose from her position, setting her cup down before she stretched. Tom’s eyes didn’t leave her frame once, following her around like a shadow sewn to her boots, appearing the second the sun managed to break through the thick blanket of clouds. She found pride in the way Tom looked at her, momentarily letting go of the roles they had to take on back home, of the job she had to fulfil. 

With the hot water cascading down her back, (y/n) allowed her mind to wander, her thoughts to race, painting a picture so clear it felt like she was reliving a memory. (Y/n) could almost feel Tom’s lips pressed against hers, could imagine how he’d touch her, hands running up and down her sides, slowly disappearing underneath the fabric of her shirt. Fuck, it’d be so simple, and yet so wrong. 

Heat began to thump through her veins, forcing its way down between her thighs, making her body burn with pleasure. Her hands wanted to move down to her aching core, desperate to get rid of the need she found herself guided by, wanting to feel Tom pressed against her. But her mind managed to rip her out of her body’s call before she could touch herself, forcing her to step out of the shower, very well aware of the fact that today’d be stressful, not allowing her to rest. 

“I hope the day will pass soon.” (Y/n) murmured the words as they walked towards her parents mansion, picking up on the sound of chatter filling the air, mansion once again filled with friends, family members, and colleagues that paid the young couple no attention. Tom didn’t dare leave her side, hand holding hers, making her heart jump in her chest whenever his thumb began to stroke the skin of her hand. Those were the moments that left her forgetting that this was just a charade, a fake relationship she’d leave behind tomorrow afternoon, forced to return back to their normal lives. A game she was losing, giving into the call of her heart, rather than following the warnings her mind spoke.

(Y/n)’s eyes couldn’t help but wander through the crowd, studying her parents, her sister, and the man she was marrying today. They seemed to fit in perfectly, giving off the feeling of a perfect match of two happy parents and their only child, with (y/n) long forgotten. She tried to ignore the sadness simmering inside of her, tried to let go of the longing she felt, wanting to be included in the routine they have mastered over the years. 

“Hey,” Tom murmured the word, fingers finding her chin to force her face back towards him. Their eyes met, his glistening with anticipation, hers filled with tears, tears Tom desperately wanted to get rid of. His eyes flickered down to her lips before they found their way back towards her eyes. “They’re not worth it. You don’t need their love, not when they can’t appreciate the love you want to share.”

And then he kissed her. Just a peck. Lips meeting hers for a way too short second. A touch (y/n)’s mind would never forget, clinging to the memory that was now etched into her mind. With a smile tugging on his lips, Tom turned away from her, focusing on his plate, a moment (y/n) mimicked, with her teeth buried in her grinning lowere lip and her tears long forgotten. 

……

“There you are, I was looking for you.” Tom sat down next to (y/n), finding rest on the comfortable wooden bench placed away from the tables filled with guests. Soft music echoed through the air, somewhat managing to drown out (y/n)’s darker thoughts. She had her eyes focused on the sky, filled with stars, planets her eyes couldn’t make out. 

“Sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt your conversation.” Throughout the day Tom and (y/n) had tried to make conversations with the guests sitting close to them, a few friendly faces that asked questions, that showed interest in their connections to the family. Tom had been engrossed in a conversation with another professor, sharing stories of students, of their research, allowing (y/n) to disappear before anybody noticed her leaving.

“You wouldn’t have interrupted anything, you doing okay though? It’s been a long day.” It had been a long day indeed, filled with running from one place to another, while trying to avoid those neither (y/n) nor Tom wanted to share any words with. Nevertheless, the wedding had been beautiful, hours Tom had used to hold her close, fingers fumbling with hers, eyes taking in every inch of her gorgeous features. And yet, (y/n) wasn’t tired, wasn’t exhausted enough to search for the comfort of their shared bed. 

“Mhm, thank you for coming here with me.” Their eyes met, sharing a gaze so intense Tom struggled to reply. Ever since he had kissed her this very morning, both hadn’t been able to think of anything else, the short contact both wanted to chase again, needing to close the gap. Her heart called out to his, desperately hoping that he’d give in. 

Tom’s body seemed to pick up on her desperateness, slowly dipping his head down, giving her a few more moments to pull away before he closed the gap between them. The kiss was slow, at least at first, allowing the two to get used to the contact, eyes closed to purely focus on one another. Tom’s hands pulled her into his lap, needing to feel every part of her body pressed against his, hearts pounding as the kiss grew more heated. 

“I,” the syllable rolled off Tom’s tongue, forehead pressed against hers as both tried to catch their breath. 

“Don’t say we can’t do this, please.” Her words left him smiling, slowly shaking his head before he kissed her again, and again. (Y/n)’s fingers tugged on his curls, holding onto him as she ground her middle against his, feeling his hardening cock pressing against the fabric of his trousers. Both were panting, clearly riled up, guided by the passion that kept thumping through their veins. 

“Let’s move this inside, huh?” Tom’s eyes flickered back to the crowd of guests, dancing to the slow music, enjoying meals and drinks on the other side of the garden. His hand didn’t dare let go of hers as they made their way to their shared cabin, cherishing the quietness that lingered in the wooden home. Their lips found their way back together, hands tugging on their clothes, desperate to touch one another. 

“Fuck, we really shouldn’t do this.” Her heart skipped a few beats, wondering if he’d pull away, if he’d stop touching her, but all Tom did was stare at (y/n), getting lost in her dilated pupils. “But I’ve been fucked the second I met you, I’m too selfish to stop.” 

Her chuckles were drowned out by the gasp ripping through her, body colliding with the mattress of their shared bed. Tom nestled between her thighs, fingers fumbling with the zipper of her dress before he managed to pull the fabric off her body. His wide eyes wandered up and down her frame, giving (y/n) enough time to unbutton his shirt, exposing his upper body to her eyes, the abs she had wanted to touch since this very morning. 

“Touch me, please, Tom. Let me feel you.” With a growl leaving him, Tom worked on her bra, fabric finding its way to the ground. He undid his trousers before he joined her on the bed, hovering over her, cock pressing against the fabric of his underwear, desperate to be freed. Tom’s thin lips kissed their way down her body, hands cupping her breasts, enjoying how her body reacted to his every touch. 

“Need to taste you, fuck, been thinking of doing it for too long.” He sucked marks into the skin covering her hip bones before he tugged her panties down her legs, marvelling at the sight of her cunt, of her arousal covered folds. “All for me? Look at you, so desperate for me.”

“Just for you.” (Y/n)’s whispers left his heart racing, eyes fluttering close as he brushed his tongue through her slit, collecting drops of her arousal. (Y/n)’s hands couldn’t help but tug on his locks, trying to push him even closer to her cunt, needing to feel more. His thumb circled her bundle of nerves, wanting to see and feel her tremble beneath him, a pretaste of their upcoming moments together.

Their bodies worked perfectly together, searching their closeness like drowning soldiers clinging onto the last pieces of their destroyed rafts, begging to the gods above to rescue them. But there was nothing left to rescue, the waves had already swallowed them whole, filling their aching lungs with the pleasure that was now guiding them. 

“Your fingers, please.” (Y/n) mewled her words, back arched off the bed, legs trembling against his arms. Tom’s eyes flickered up to her pleasure drunken features, unable to bite down his smirk as he pushed two fingers into her cunt, forcing her walls apart, allowing a heavy moan to roll off her tongue. Her breaths grew shallow, unable to breathe through the new sensation, needing to adjust to the feeling of his curled fingers, of the way he pushed her further and further towards the edge.

The eventual fall would rip her from this very life, transported into another dimension she was still unfamiliar to, getting to know her body and the feelings she wasn’t used to yet. 

“I want you to cum around my cock, but I won’t push you any further if you don’t want to.” His voice had an unfamiliar seriousness to it, making her lift her head off the pillow, eyes finding his. A simple “I want it all” left (y/n), leaving Tom chuckling, letting go of her to pull his boxers down his legs. His cock was throbbing, tip dark red and beaded with drops of precum. 

(Y/n)’s eyes couldn’t stop taking in his frame, mouth watering at the sight of him, needing to explore every inch of the body she had been dreaming of. While she was stuck in her trance, Tom reached for his bag, rolling a condom down his cock before he rejoined her on the bed. One of his hands found hers, linking their fingers together before he positioned himself at her entrance. Their eyes didn’t dare break contact as he pushed into her, moaning at the tightness that engulfed his cock, walls squeezing him just like he had imagined they would.

“Christ, I can’t wait to fuck you on every surface, to fuck you dumb, till you forget your own name.” His words left her gasping, mind struggling to focus on anything but the way he fucked into her, slow strokes that grew rougher with every passing moment. Tom wasn’t taking it easy on her, pushing the limits with a smirk glued to his lips. Both had imagined this moment numerous times before, hands taking care of their longing, wondering if they’d ever be fortunate enough to experience this together. 

With her legs slung around his waist, (y/n) forced her heels into the small of his back, allowing Tom to fuck deeper into her, needing to feel her tremble. Tears welled up in her eyes, tears of desperation, tears of relief, finally able to give into the longing she had felt for months. With her toes curled and her eyes rolling back into her head, (y/n) was close to giving in, close to letting go, praying that Tom would follow her down the edge.

Tom’s eyes didn’t stray from her features, admiring the gorgeous woman beneath him, thanking whoever was listening for pushing her into his life. He felt her walls flutter around him, forcing his thumb to find its way back to her pulsing bundle, circling her clit to give her the final push. 

(Y/n) came with a cry of his name, fingernails clawed into his skin, leaving marks he would admire in his bathroom mirror for days to come. He fucked her through her high, only letting go as he felt her relax, limbs quivering against his body. Curses rolled off his tongue, ringing in her ears, too loud to be drowned out by the soft music that still filled the air.

Carefully Tom pulled out of her, disposing of the condom before he found his way back to her, pulling (y/n) into his chest. The both were heavily breathing, minds racing to try and understand what had just happened. Silence engulfed the two, a silence that was eventually interrupted by (y/n)’s chuckles, head buried in the crook of his neck. 

“I can’t believe we just did that.” His laughter rumbled in his chest, hand forcing her to lift her head, pressing another kiss to her lips. Their eyes studied one another, hoping that the moment would last forever, not interrupted by her family, by the call of their homes. 

“It’ll take us a while to figure this out, but I’m willing to try, if you are as well.” She could only nod her head, finding rest with her head placed on his chest, getting lost in the tune of his racing heart. 

Their ships had left the harbour months ago, sunken to the cold ocean, their crews had drowned in waves of pleasure, filling their lungs like poison swallowing one whole. But the soaring waves would eventually calm down, allowing them to make it back ashore, guided by the tides of drowned affection.

[legitimatesatanspawn]

Facts retained about Crisis Core from the original PSP release:

Zack is now Fanfic tier Shounen Idiot Hero. My dumb forgetfulness in casting Poisona or using Antidotes is now completely in character for the main character.

Genesis is Prototype Sephiroth Gackt Edition and is a total Theater Brat who has no business showing up whenever/wherever he does.

Dumbapples.

Genesis's weird epic poem turned play that reminds me more of the Epitaph of Twilight from .hack// than anything from the FF games. "LOVELESS" looked like a perfume brand or something in OG FF7 so "Loveless" being his and Midgar's obsession is an odd take.

Angeal is Prototype Zack Swoler Edition who never uses the sword his dad broke his back to pay off because somehow it is more Family Honour to never use it.

Sephiroth is tired office man who low key vibrates in "someday going to snap" energy.

Tseng is young and its the first time I get a full look at that weird zipper-suit the Turks wear. Also I don't think he actually helped me in-game?

Is Veld in this game? Probably not. Wait no Vincent wasn't (technically) in this game, the inexplicable appearance was in Before Crisis. Dude just went out of the coffin for a fanservice cameo and then went back in and his buddy left him there.

Hollander is an even more Inept Hojo. And looks vaguely like Pokemon's Professor Birch.

The Three Firsts all have stalker fangroups. Some even have two. SE really said Midgar's super thirsty.

The fanciest dressed smug looking blond man is somehow not the most extra new character in the cast. Also his outfit isn't as insane as Reeve's from Dirge of Cerberus, one of the two PS2 SE games I keep forgetting to play. (The other is The Bouncer.)

Hojo exists here and looks like a rat who gets pissy the more you trash his expectations for your skill level. I find this hilarious.

Turks and SOLDIER are at war with each other and happily would trash each other in VR Missions I mean the Job Board tasks.

The ACTUAL war between Wutai and ShinRa exists and Yuffie is the tiniest little idiot who is lucky that the invading force was Zack or she'd be dead.

Limit Breaks are now a gacha gamble roulette thing that I swore was rigged against me. Also raises questions about what the DMW system was like in-setting if its somehow scanning people from the future.

[ilminnestrone]

Third chapter is out

OT3: AGS

Word count: 4700

Summary: My queer take on the AGS dynamic in the form of tender and steamy slices of life (1992 - 2002). This is my first attempt writing in English, be kind!

Rating: Mature

CW: implied transphobia, implied homophobia, underage love, eventual smut, aggression

A/N: this is a bit of a filler chapter, but I swear we're gettint to the nasty stuff soon :3

[little-black-dress-zack-fair]

Hollander: Name your weakness.

Hojo: All of my questions sound like insults.

Hollander:

Hojo:

Hollander: …can you give an example?

Hojo: Can you not think of one yourself?

[getvalentined]

I knew this would come up eventually when I mentioned it elsewhere, so I'm making a post on its own just to make things completely clear: Angeal and Genesis are canonically genetically related through Gillian. We do not know how related they are, but their connection through her is genetic, not "cellular" as it applies to FF7 science.

In English, Hollander says that Gillian's genes were used to produce Genesis, not her cells:

This is often asserted to be a mistranslation, but it's actually not! The differentiation is consistent between English and the original Japanese:

The word translated to "cells" is 細胞 (saibou), and this is a direct and accurate translation. This is the word used to refer to Jenova cells, S-cells, and Genesis' cells through the Compilation. What it's not used to refer to is Gillian's contribution to Genesis—that word is 因子 (inshi), meaning "factor."

Which means "gene."

My take, which I've mentioned several times elsewhere, is that Genesis is a three parent child who was implanted with Gillian's mitochondrial DNA early in development. This gives him a genetic connection to Gillian and, by extension, Angeal.

I'm writing a hobbyist research paper on Cellular Degradation where I cover this, and a lot of people have seen swaths of that over here already, but here's that section anyway:

Based on the different terminology, we can discern that this method was not repeated for the other two Jenova babies because it resulted in a failed experiment. This is important because differentiating how Genesis was made from how Angeal and Sephiroth were made helps to explain why Genesis is the one that fell apart.

Further, it clarifies that this is totally different from the connection between Cloud and Sephiroth, or even the connection between Genesis or Angeal and all their Copies: those are all the result of implanting cells, not genes. That's a viral infection, not a genetic connection.

I feel like finding out about all this is one of the reasons that Angeal went so far off the deep end so fast. Who wouldn't have a mental breakdown if their first crush turned out to be their semi-sibling due to in utero genetic fuckery performed by their mom?

Project G kids just can't catch a break.

This also isn't me trying to pull a "gotcha!" on G/A shippers, just to be clear. I don't ship it, but my reasons have nothing to do with them being indeterminately related. Nero and Weiss are canon and they're straight up half-siblings and were raised as such! Angeal and Genesis weren't! Luke/Leia shippers persisted and you can too!

[hereissomething]

just found out today that David Warner plays a Peter Vincent-alike in a movie called "My Best Friend is a Vampire" (1987) and now im desperate to watch it. he even has the same wardrobe colors, a peter gun, AND a trunk full of vampire huntin tools🫨

(thank u to @ropermike's amazing whump archives that span decades of cinema and tv series🙏)