#this is like a whole ass minific

[materassassino]

Q or U, whoever you decide!

Thank you for this one! 🥺

Minific prompts

U - Coming Home

“Can you stop fidgeting?”

Joe blinks, jerked forcefully out of his reverie by Andy’s forceful hand on his knee. He hadn’t even realised it had been bouncing. He looks at her, and she groans.

“Not the eyes, Joe...”

“I’m sorry!” He isn’t. “I can’t help it!” That’s the truth.

A nervous energy is prickling just under his skin, lightning in his blood. He got the window seat on the train, so he’s been staring out at the miles going past, impatient to the point of near madness. It’s been a month. A whole month. How could anyone expect him to not start pacing the too-small cage of his own mind when his soul has been missing half of itself?

Separation has always made him twitchy, and wistful, and prone to morose sighing. Andy learnt this centuries ago, and still she insisted.

(He knows why. She wants time with them, with each of them alone, something sacred and only theirs. And he’s loved this, just him-and-Andy, like those centuries ago when they wandered across the entirety of North Africa while Nicky and Quynh went East. And Andy knows better than to think he hasn’t loved this, that he doesn’t want more of it. But, well… Nicky.)

He shrugs helplessly. Nicky is always present in his thoughts, in time with his heartbeat, even when Joe isn’t actively thinking of him.

She sighs.

“At least it’s not poetry,” she grumbles, sliding lower in her seat with folded arms and outstretched legs.

“The poetry is for him, where it isn’t wasted,” Joe says primly. She snorts at that, bumping her shoulder into his.

--

It is night by the time they arrive at their destination, the small country station almost completely black. They’re the only ones who get off there, stumbling tiredly off the train and into the dark. A car’s headlights turn on.

“Hey!” Nile calls from the window, waving. Joe brightens at seeing her, but his heart sinks when he realises she’s alone. He tries not to pout as he heaves his bag into the boot and settles in the back seat. He’s not sure he manages, but it’s dark enough that Nile probably doesn’t notice. It’s not her fault, anyway, it’s entirely his.

“Have fun without us?” Andy asks.

“He cheats at rummy,” Nile replies, sounding completely and utterly betrayed, making Joe burst out laughing.

The drive back to the safehouse is long and, to Joe, incredibly slow. Time is molasses now, his destination so close and yet so stubbornly out of reach. The road is narrow and packed in on either side by dense forest, so whenever they encounter another vehicle it’s a stalemate as they stare each other down, daring the other to back up.

Joe drums his fingers on his knee, toe tapping, as a bus stands its ground and waits, like it has all the time in the world, for Nile to ease into the sliver of grass on the side. They nearly lose a wing mirror to a tree trunk.

Finally they make their turning, and relief settles on Joe like sunlight. The light in the kitchen is on, and Joe sees his silhouette move from one window to another.

He’s out of the car before Nile’s even pulled the handbrake. He grabs both their bags, because he’ll never hear the end of it if he doesn’t, and keeps his eyes on the front door. It opens as he reaches it.

Oh, light of his life! A thousand poems couldn’t describe the vision before him! It is as if the shadows are lifted from his sight!

He dumps the bags on the doorstep and draws Nicky into his arms, burying his face in his neck.

“Halabik,” Nicky says, just the tiniest hint of reproach for not even getting inside the damn house, but Joe doesn’t care. He makes a plaintive noise against Nicky’s warm skin, breathing in deep, and beneath the smell of cooking and his cheap-ass three-in-one bodywash is that scent that is purely, perfectly Nicky. The scent of home.

Nicky pushes him away gently, earning himself another noise like a small woodland creature being oppressed, but it’s simply to plant both his hands on the sides of Joe’s head and pull him into a kiss. Joe melts into it, melts into the taste of Nicky and the warmth of his lips and body, and he is so ready to simply drag this man into bed and wrap himself in him in any and all ways possible.

“Let us in, you fools!” Andy barks, planting a boot on Joe’s ass – not hard, but a nudge.

They roll with it, breaking the kiss with a laugh, but refuse to part as Nicky drags Joe backwards into the house. Nile is the one to lug Joe’s bag in.

“It’s only been a month!” she says, shaking her head.

“We’re woefully co-dependent,” Joe says, making Nicky chuckle.

“There’s dinner,” Nicky says. “We were waiting for you two.”

Joe can’t resist planting another kiss on him, and a nuzzle for good measure. He can smell it, fragrant and mouth-watering, the kamounia Nicky always makes for a homecoming, regardless of where they are and what the weather is. Beef, most likely, out here, but Joe wouldn’t complain whatever it was.

It is late, but the good food and the bottle of wine ease the exhaustion from the sharp tension of travel to the mellow, warm bonelessness of coming home. Nicky hooks his ankle around Joe’s, smiles that soft, beautiful smile, and Joe lets it wash over him, lets the relief flow through him. He knows his bed won’t be agonisingly empty tonight, and his dreams will settle.

He leans into Nicky, pressing their shoulders together, and sighs in contentment.

[verfound]

FIC: "Your Face Could..." (MLB; Lukanette)

Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: Teen

Summary: Luka had a stupid face.  And if he’s going to be such a jerk about things, Marinette thinks he deserves to know it.

Author’s Notes/Warnings: …um.  Can I blame this on the heatwave and the mush my brain is?  😂  @quickspinner shared an Insta, and then I did this in maybe ten minutes.  You…a minific shitpost?  Take it for what it is.  😂

(Read on Ao3)

“Your Face Could…”

“You…you…!!!”

Luka lifted an eyebrow, calm as ever, and wasn’t that just the icing on the proverbial fucking cake?  She was already mad enough, but her husband’s maddening unflappability was always enough to make it worse.

…usually.  Sometimes it was helpful.  Like when the fate of the city (or world) was at stake.  She was actually pretty grateful for it then.  But times like now?  When she was already pissed off and he was trying to be sweet and considerate and get her to calm the fuck down?

God, he pissed her the hell off.

And he fucking knew it!

There was that familiar glint in his eyes, that knowing little smirk playing at the corners of his mouth that let her know he knew he was wearing her down.  She’d start to see reason any minute, and she’d stop being pissed at him and opt instead for snuggles, and he would win, just like he always did.  But she didn’t want him to win today!  She wanted to be mad, and frustrated, and to cry and call him a stupid head and maybe kick his ass a little!

She had earned that, right?

Right?

“Don’t you dare,” she huffed, her fists clenching at her sides.  His eyebrow just rose higher.  It was the only part of him that moved: he was still leaning back against the counter, his arms folded across his chest and looking as unflappable as ever.  “I am mad at you, Couffaine.”

“I know,” he said, nodding.  “Unreasonably, but I know.”

“It is not unreasonable!” she shrieked.  The eyebrow ticked again.  She stomped her foot.  “This is your fault!”  He dipped his head towards her, and she wasn’t sure if he had somehow managed to get his eyebrow even higher or if it was just the new angle of his head.  She grit her teeth, her nails pressing into her palms.  “You wipe that smirk off your stupid face right now.”

“Hey,” he said, and the asshole had the audacity to chuckle, “you love this stupid face.”

…she did, but he didn’t need to know that.  Not right now, at least.  A little white lie never hurt anyone for the sake of winning an argument, right?

“I do not!” she whined, stomping her foot again.  He chuckled again, and oh she just wanted to slap him!  “That face is…that stupid face…”

And it just wasn’t fair, because he had her so mad she couldn’t even think straight.

That was the only reason, really.

It had to be.

Her brain was in a rage spiral, and the only insults it could come up with were just as stupid as his stupid face, which…

“…your stupid face could scare slugs off cabbages!” she shouted, her eyes screwing shut as she stomped her foot again.

There was a pause.

A moment of calm, if you will, as her words settled like lead balloons around them.

And then, finally: “…what?”

She opened her eyes, her teeth grinding so hard her jaw almost hurt.  For once, Luka actually looked slightly flapped.

“You heard me!” she huffed.  He nodded, and the smirk was a lot less of a smirk now and more of a grin.  Somehow, that just pissed her off even more.

“…I did,” he said, nodding, “but I really don’t think you should be trying to insult me with dumb Instas I sent you two hours ago.”

Her eyes popped wide.  Her mouth dropped open.  The pickle jar that had started the whole thing fell to the floor and – miraculously – did not break.

“Come on, darning,” he added, dipping his head again as the smirk came back.  “You’re much more creative than that.  You can do better.”

…and that was when the tears started.

“Not when I’m angry and hormonal and stupid, you…you…oh, you asshole!” she cried, dropping her face in her hands to (attempt to) hide the fact that she was crying.  Like that could fool him, though.  She heard him sigh, and she peeked out over her fingertips to find his arms were open.

“Come here,” he sighed, and in the next moment she was cuddled against his chest, her tears soaking his shirt as he wrapped his arms tight around her.  “There, there.  It’s all right, darning.”

“It is not,” she whined.  He kissed her temple and rubbed her back.

“It is,” he said.  He sighed and rested his cheek against her head.  “I will be so glad when our little one’s here and these mood swings stop.”

“…shut up,” she whined.  “I told you it’s your fault.”

“Yes, dear,” he said automatically, dutifully.  She sniffed and peeked up at him, her fingers toying with the collar of his shirt.

“…can you just open the stupid jar now?” she asked, her voice as miserable as ever.  He tipped her chin up and kissed her, and that made her feel maybe a little better.

“Yes, dear.”

And she supposed she didn’t hate him all that much after all.

…even if his stupid face could scare slugs off cabbages.

[baahsu]

CRYING SOBBING YES BAHH UR ALWAYS ALLOWED TO POST MY WRITINGS ON TWITTER IT MAKES ME GO 🥺🥺 WHEN U DO LIKE I GET SO HAPPY

uhh no minific for you today (im tryna write an ACTUAL fic lmao) but I'll give you this: :))

niji has a thing for thighs. hes a thigh (and chest and ass) man, if you will. like he sees a thigh gap or clothes that accentuate thighs on 0134 and he becomes that-credit card-slamming meme SO fast. the fact that sanji, mr "arguably the hottest legs in the whole show", is his brother does NOT help him aafhsgaqufq

this hc was brought to you by me imagining reiju and/or ichiji (they kept switching in my brain bc i didnt know who i liked in the role better 😗✌️😗✌️) rewarding niji for smthn by letting him fuck their thighs, but nothing else. neither they nor niji expected him to cum so soon once it happened, but nijis been highkey lowley addicted ever since :)) <3

-J.J

YOU'RE WRITING AN ACTUAL FIC????????? OMGGGGGGGGGGG I LOVE IT ALREADY, IT'S MY FAVE, I'M LEAVING KUDOS AND ADDING IT TO MY BOOKMARKS

But anyway-

Niji would be suffering

Reiju's thighs are sooooo smooth and they feel so nice against him, he wants to touch and to bite but reiju has him on a figurative leash (or maybe literal sometimes 👀) so he's forced to control himself. Also the tattoos??? He's going crazy

Ichiji is all lean muscle, similar to himself, but he's taller and stronger and has more control, and niji can't help but compare himself to him. He loves how inferior it makes him feel, he loves to be at mercy and loves how ichiji forces him to keep going until his thighs are covered in white. Then ichiji makes him lick it all clean and niji comes again just from having his tongue running along his perfect skin

Sanji's thighs are so strong and he wants to be crushes in between them. That's all. Niji wants nothing else in life

Yonji's thighs are huuuuge and niji gawks at them every time, which makes yonji snort. Niji blushes in embarrassment (and anger) from being caught but he still doesn't refuse when yonji asks if he wants to touch them. And touch, in niji's mind, is definitely more like grope, he wants to feel all those muscles and sink his teeth into them

[creampill]

Viktor x F!Reader at an academy fundraiser, crushing on each other but they don’t know it, Jayce decides to mess with Viktor until he fesses up about his feelings to Reader

(oh viktor my love. my dearest. my everything. I just want to hold him and kiss him. My beloved. the ungodly urge to write a full length fic about him grows with every moment. also. oops this is like 1k words,,)

Viktor/Fem!Reader: Nervous

“It’s okay to be nervous, Vik.”

The hall was well lit and glowing, lamplight reflecting from the marble floors and gold-tipped balustrades. Socialites wandered among scattered tables layered with delicate foods, some eventually coming to stand at the towering statues in the centre of the hall.

A gorgeous place to hold an event. This one was more or less a fundraiser, a night for persuading possible investors to support the academy going forward.

Naturally, Viktor had to attend. And Jayce, the wonderful friend he was, had offered his company for the night, which Viktor had accepted (hoping to leave the extrovert of the two to tackle the conversation so he could slip away unnoticed).

Naturally, you were here as well. You were a student, though you were probably the same age as Viktor if not older, one of the finest the academy had to offer. Of course, you’d be in attendance; you were, for want of a better word, a bargaining chip. The investors would want to see what they were putting their money into.

And if he were Jayce, he’d probably go over to you. Strike up small talk, get you laughing, perhaps invite you on a little outing, just the two of you.

But Viktor was Viktor, standing with his face half in his drink and trying to hide, and Jayce was Jayce, trying to neg him into talking to you.

“I am not ‘nervous.’” Viktor cut back, but the look Jayce gave him was enough indication that he wasn’t buying it.

Viktor snuck a glance at you: next to a table, happily talking to your fellow students between bites of hors d’oeuvres.

“I just… do not wish to make a fool of myself.”

“You won’t, Vik,” Jayce said, “she’s probably just as nervous as you.”

“It is easy for you to say that. You are much better at this sort of thing than I am.”

“Practice makes perfect! You weren’t born with your scientific skill, were you?”

Viktor was about to rebut with the fact that if a baby was to be born with his level of intelligence, that child would be an incredible prodigy and would bypass the need for practice at all, but Jayce interrupted him with a nudge on his arm.

“Hey, look!” Jayce said, and Viktor turned in your direction: the little group around you had dispersed, leaving you standing alone.

“Now’s your chance, Vik,” Jayce said with a gentle prod and a thumbs up, “go get ‘er!”

Viktor spluttered his protests, but Jayce had already walked off somewhere else.

I’m going to have a talk with him later, he thought, pulling himself into a more comfortable position on his cane.

The walk over to you couldn’t be more embarrassing for him. Walking itself wasn’t an embarrassing act, the logical part of his mind knew that, but something about how slow he moved with the shuffle of his lame leg, and the subtle feeling he always felt of eyes on him made the act mortifying.

The warmth of the smile you gave him once he was at your side (a respectful distance away, of course) almost made it worth it.

“Oh! Hello, sir,” you said with a certain sweetness to your tone that made Viktor feel fuzzy and extending your hand, which he shook, “it’s nice to see you.”

“You as well,” Viktor replied.

The formalities were for a reason. He was the assistant to the dean; you were a student. But it felt too impersonal; he wished he could just hear you call him by his name instead of bothering with titles.

“How’s your night been?” You asked.

“Eh, it’s been alright.”

“Same,” you replied, “I’ve spent more of it talking than I have, y’know, partying. The food is good though!”

“Then we must be having very similar nights. Though I must admit, I have not tried the food yet.”

Your eyes lit up, “well nobody’s stopping you! They have some really good hummus.”

A little bit of his amusement came out in a soft chuckle, and he took a cursory look over the different trays of food before choosing one of the hummus’: A light cream coloured one, flecked with red as an indication of its spiciness.

It was good.

“Didn’t pin you as the spicy kind of guy.” You spoke.

He smiled before taking another bite, “I enjoy it from time to time. Strong flavours like that have never especially effected me.”

And then your expression changed to a surprisingly nervous one, a little furrow in your brows and your arms drawn in ever-so-slightly.

“Sorry if this is too forward, but I know a great restaurant that makes a killer spiced curry. If you wanted, I could take you there some time?”

Viktor almost spat out his cracker in surprise but caught himself, instead doubling awkward and spluttering awkwardly as the food got caught in his throat.

(At the very least, he could excuse the sudden red flush on the choking.)

“Oh shit, are you alright? Sir?”

He waved a hand at you to dismiss your worries, though the croak of his voice once he spoke probably did not dissuade your concern.

“Y-yes, thank you,” he tried to laugh it off, “apologies, you caught me off guard.”

Your smile was polite as always, “if that was out of line, I understand.”

“Oh no, not at all. I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

And that polite smile turned, once again, genuinely happy, “that’s great!”

You were about to continue, but someone from across the room caught your eye and waved you over. “Sorry, sir, I’ve gotta go. It was wonderful seeing you, though!”

“Same to you. And please, call me Viktor.”

It felt like sunshine when you spoke again. “Well, Viktor, I’ll see you for dinner.”

Even when you’d walked off, he still couldn’t shake that fuzzy-happy feeling in his heart. And later, when Jayce gave him a celebratory clap on the back and teased him about it until he had to kick him out of his office, he couldn’t shake it.

And, in truth? He didn’t want too.

[queenofsantacarla]

where the freaks will come around.

paul x reader concert meetcute tlb day minific

warnings: suggestive, references to drug use, grinding, touching, songfic, use of "baby" as petname

inspiration: "take it off" by kesha

When the dark of the night

Comes around, that’s the time

That the animal

Comes alive

Looking for something wild

The heavy bass thrummed through your system, making your heartbeat synchronize with the song. These nights in Santa Carla were your favorite of the whole summer. People crowded the makeshift beach stage, dancing like Dionysian worshippers, banging their heads to the beat. The atmosphere was always intoxicating.

It made you want to lose yourself in the air, the beat, the people.

Speaking of the people…

There was no shortage of beautiful people during Santa Carla summers. It was only a matter of finding one to get lost in.

Lose your mind, lose it now

Lose your clothes in the crowd

But they would come, eventually. Right then, you were gonna let the music take you. The heat of the bonfire next to you made your skin glow. Your hips swayed with the beat, your hands glided into the air. You felt powerful. You felt sexy.

Apparently someone agreed. You felt eyes on you and drawn to see who they belonged to, your eyes found deep sea blue.

Your admirer was a glam rock punk type in tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination and a mesh tee. A lion's mane of curls tumbled down his back and a careless smirk seemed to permanently decorate his features.

You found yourself smirking right back, almost daring him to come over. The invitation was sent, and your eyes went back to the stage to get lost in ecstasy again.

We're delirious, tear it down

Til the sun comes back around

But hands suddenly landed on your tips, gentle but playful and pulling you back into a tall, lean form clad in leather.

"Hey."

"That was fast," you teased, peeking up at him through your lashes. He was even sexier up close, ocean blue eyes blown with want and an apparent high, given the smell of cannabis that lingered on him. You found that you didn't mind it as your perfect stranger played with the sensitive skin above your hips. "Did you run over or something?"

"Long legs, pretty baby," he quipped right back. "Besides, I go after what I want."

You hummed, letting a hand drift up to play with his curls. "So do I."

And now we're getting so smashed

Knocking over trash cans

Everybody breaking bottles

It's a filthy hot mess

"I love this song," you purred as the beat picked back up. Your hips began to twist on their own but like water, your new companion flowed with you.

"Me too. Makes me feel like fucking something." You could hear the smirk in his voice and his own hips pressed into yours.

Jackpot.

The tight leather covering his legs perfectly hugged his bulge which was now grinding against your ass. Shit, he was big. Perhaps not the thickest, but damn if he isn't long.

It made your blood overheat. You draped yourself back against him and closed your eyes to lose yourself in him and the music. Plush lips teased at your neck and wandering musician's hands roamed your waist, sometimes brushing down to your hips or up to your ribs.

There's a place downtown

Where the freaks will come around

It's a hole in the wall

It's a dirty free for all

The heat of your stranger's body against yours and of the bonfire was making you light-headed, as if you were going mad in the most pleasurable way possible. His hand slipped into the back pocket of your jeans to feel the curve of your ass and you couldn't help but moan for him.

"You like that, baby?" Soft lips turned into a playful bite against your neck, making you squeal and giggle. "I like you, baby. Prettiest thing on the boardwalk."

Fuck, you couldn't keep yourself from kissing him, depsite knowing nothing about him. You were craving him like you craved air. A slight tug on his hair made him groan and in a beat his mouth was on yours. Your tongues danced, and damn, he even tasted sexy. You could taste booze, the slight lingering of cannabis, and a strange metallic twinge you couldn't name. But you wanted more.

And they turn me on

When they take it off

When they take it off

Everybody take it off

Your heart pounded with the closing beats of the song and you found yourself emerging from your trance. Like a newborn horse trying to walk, you slumped, right against your stranger with a satisfied sigh. "Thanks for the dance, um..."

"I'm Paul," he whispered into your hair. "Wanna come back to my place?"

[asknarashikari]

A minific of a enemy getting befriended by Gentaro against their will and a few of the other riders saying that they don't have a choice would be funny

Well... he's not an enemy per se... but what if Kagerou the devil meets the friendship monster

"I'm Kisaragi Gentaro, Kamen Rider Fourze! The man who will befriend the whole world!" the man enthusiastically introduced himself. "And you're Ikki's little brother, right?!"

"Ah, unfortunately, Ikki's little brother is a little... preoccupied at the moment. I'm Kagerou, his inner demon." Kagerou's eyes gleamed as he looked the delinquent-looking man up and down. "Oh~ So you are Onii-sama's precious senpai, huh..."

Kagerou. Don't do it. You'll just humiliate yourself. Daiji warned.

Kagerou pointedly ignores his host's advice. "Forget being friends... Why don't you and I have some fun, Gen-chan~"

He had barely finished propositioning the man when he grinned, as bright as the sun, and grabbed his hand. He could only blink as he shook it once, then clasped it, gave him a fistbump, then two more. "Wha...?"

Congratulations, snickered Daiji from where he was taking a nice little break from reality. You've just been friend-zoned by the friendship monster. Kagerou glared at him. Don't look at me like that. I did warn you.

Kagerou stared at his hand, then gave the other Kamen Rider a bewildered look. "...Did you even realize what I was asking you?"

"Oh, yeah, of course I did!" Gentaro saaid cheerily. "I don't do that sort of thing though, except with Kengo! But don't worry, we can still be buds!" He said so earnestly that Kagerou could hardly believe it.

"I think I'm fine, thanks." Kagerou replied. "Friends aren't really my thing..."

Daiji laughed as though he'd just said something outrageous. You say that as if you have a choice, he chuckled. Once he decides he wants to be your pal, you're stuck with him forever. And if you resist, he'll just beat your ass and then befriend you anyway.

Kagerou blinked. "...You did get the part where I said I'm a demon, right?"

Gentaro, if anything, only smiled wider. "That sounds like I'm just gonna have to wear you down, Kagerou."

Kagerou stared at him. "You're fucking insane."

[ceilingfan5]

for the au thing i don’t know if it counts but i want more facts about the teacher au

you’re INDULGING ME I KNOW THIS but im gonna LET YOU bc i CARE SO MUCH ABOUT THIS AU

LET’S GO

1. taako never intended to be a teacher, he just sort of fell into it bc of a job he had in college, and then he started subbing and he was like. oh shit. oh. oh man. i could do this. and SWITCHED HIS DEGREE AT LIKE THE LAST MINUTE AND HAD TO DO A LOT MORE SCHOOL but he was SO MUCH FUCKING HAPPIER

2. part of the reason he got into it tho is that he was considered a “challenging kid” and he has So Many complaints about his teachers throughout the years. of which there were many bc he and lup got shifted around so fucking much, which didnt help with him being an absolute little shit who just needed someone to notice he needed support

3. he had a whole ass identity crisis when he student taught, and he was so scared, like. am i gonna fuck these kids up?? am i going to ruin their tiny little futures??? he actually started in middle school and went younger when he Had To Get Out of a job and he was like fuck it it’s only one year, i can find another school when this year is over if i have to BUT HE FUCKING LOVED IT!!!!! THESE TINY PEOPLE ADORE HIM!!! AAAH

4. he loves teaching them big words he loves teaching them weird shit to say to their parents he loves wearing weird shit to school he loves getting drawings he loves watching the lightbulbs come on he loves watching them learn to read he loves completely abandoning the lesson plan and doing a whole day on a weird question he loves saying batshit nonsense and backing it up he loves getting down with them and playing aaahh

5. also in this au kravitz works at a casino!!! ive done kravitz as a high school teacher in the past but i thought this would be fun also. he has a lot of fun with it and it’s both nice and hard that he works later in the day. like in the minific he could bring taako lunch!!! but then it’s hard that sometimes taako has to go to bed without him. it’s a tradeoff. he works in guest satisfaction and gets lots of gifts from his high rollers and fucking loves to treat taako and take him out to nice restaurants and stuff!!! idk how they met in this one but it was something stupid and theyve been head over heels ever since. everyone was like. oh my god thats not going to work. but it DID so THERE!!!! krav loves to listen to taako gush or complain about his kids and his day and hes so supportive and full of love fuck i love them so much guys

PLOT TWIST! YOU THOUGHT I WAS DONE BUT IM FUCKING NOT!!!!!!! @herbgerblin mentioned taako with tiny WIZARD STUDENTS can you IMAGINE!!!! FUCK!!!! SAME AU BUT MAGICER 1. they all have tiny wizard hats and lil safety star wands and taako complains every year that that shit is on the supply list but then they show up on day one all excited and vibrating and he has to try really hard not to cry about it

2. he still teaches fucking math and reading and science and art and shit FUCK a certain particular series. education rules. also i care so fuckin much about this listen i have an original story about a teacher in a super power universe and shes a villain but you probably didnt want to hear about that youre here for taz but if you want to press that button you’re fuckin in for it pal (ailem i know you personally love that particular thing and i love you) but THIS IS ABOUT TAZ

3. GOD that would be so stressful ALSO having to teach magic?? jesus when is there time for intervention?? FUCK! but LISTEN!!!!  teaching 25 little tiny kids cantrips and shit!!! oh my god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! draw a picture of your handsome teacher with mage hand everybody!!! no! handsomer!!!!!!!! jamie you’re doing perfectly sweetie

4. this could have gone in the top half and would have made more sense but first draft only draft amirite BUT taako’s so fucking good with the “challenging students” bc he GETS them and especially in this au tweest he’s so good at calming a kid whos like. getting overwhelmed and having like a magic storm and like other teachers might be like god i cant believe i had to deal with another tantrum today and taakos meanwhile like sat on the floor with the kid and calmed them down and reminded them he’s there and made them laugh and cool down

sidenote listen maybe they arent all wizards. or dnd wizards. sit down. let’s talk about the class system. i have a lot of thoughts actually. what do you MEAN you want me to move on

5. IMAGINE MAGIC PROJECT BASED LEARNING!!!! FUCK!!! IMAGINE LETTING THE KIDS LOOSE ON THE PLAYGROUND TO PLAY MAGIC TAG BUT HE STARTS AS IT!!!!!!!!! IMAGINE A KID WHO STRUGGLES W READING FINDING THEIR FOOTING IN MAGIC AND TAAKO BEING SO FUCKING PROUD AND USING IT AS A WINDOW TO GET THEM TO LIKE STORIES!!!!!!! IMAGINE 

okay im calm.

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WAEL'S MYSTERY NUT: A WATCHER/THE GODS SMUT ANTHOLOGY

A collection of extremely stupid minifics about the Watcher and the gods of Eora getting nasty. Inspired by A Very Good Farmer and a spirited discussion in the Caed Nua group chat. Apologies to everybody, everywhere, forever (but especially Josh Sawyer). Read at your own peril.

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Ondra heaved her massive, quadruplicate breasts, splashing seawater absolutely everywhere. "ALRIGHT WATCHER," she boomed, "I'M READY TO FUCK."

The Watcher adjusted their snorkel and got their floaties on. This bitch was wet.

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Magran snorted derisively at the pathetic mortal before her, a plume of flame jutting from either nostril. She drew her broadsword, and ground her high-heeled boot into the gravel that would serve as their fuck arena.

"GET THEM PANTIES OFF," she snarled.

The Watcher tried to scramble away but slipped in their own sweat, landing ass up. The goddess couldn't have asked for a better opening.

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Rymrgand plucked the tiny, naked Watcher from the bed and flung them bodily into an icy, churning sea.

"THERE," he bellowed, "NOW YOU'RE REALLY FUCKED."

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Galawain strapped the adra dildo to his forehead and crouched down low, like a racer at the starting line. "LET THE HUNT BEGIN," he roared, and then he charged directly at the Watcher's waiting ass like a rhinoceros.

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Hylea danced erratically, shaking all manner of bizarre, colorful feather arrangements in the Watcher's face, singing and screaming at random intervals. The performance lasted for hours.

"SO, ARE YOU HORNY YET?" the goddess panted. The Watcher was, in fact, asleep.

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"THE ARMOR STAYS ON DURING SEX," the Pallid Knight coolly intoned, and the Watcher could only nod silently in response. Behind them, the Usher slowly lowered his trousers, grinning his terrible grin.

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"YOU FILLED IT OUT WRONG, YOU DESPICABLE WORM," Woedica hissed, flinging the ridiculously lengthy and labyrinthine Fuck Application to the floor. "DO IT AGAIN. AND DO IT RIGHT THIS TIME." As the Watcher slunk back to their desk, red-faced and weeping with frustration, the goddess smiled with satisfaction. Holy shit was she getting off on this.

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Skaen watched Woedica and the Watcher from afar, jerking it as furtively and miserably as anyone could possibly jerk it. "FUCK, I HATE HER SO MUCH," he moaned.

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Abydon reached around the Watcher to clamp his cold, metal hands over theirs, lifting the hammer in tandem with them to strike the hot metal on the anvil yet again. "Are we gonna, like... have sex, or...?" the Watcher sighed, annoyed. It had been hours.

"OUR WORK HERE IS NOT FINISHED YET," the god chided gently, and he lifted the hammer in the mortal's hands yet again.

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"Did... did we just...?" the Watcher murmured, patting themselves up and down. They didn't feel particularly post-coital.

"I DON'T KNOW, PAL," Wael giggled. "DID WE?" They winked one of their many, many, many eyes.

The Watcher looked up at the god, even more confused than before. "Well... I mean... did we...?" they mumbled.

"DID WE?" Wael teased.

"Damn it, did we or didn't we??" the Watcher demanded, irritated.

Wael did not answer. The Watcher got the worst case of blue balls Eora had ever seen.

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"I, uh..." The Watcher stumbled over their words, fumbling with their belt. "I-I got a candle ain't been lit yet, too." They winced with shame at their unoriginal pick-up line, trembling with nervousness.

Eothas smiled warmly. "YOU'RE DOING JUST FINE, WATCHER. I AM VERILY WOOED."

"You're just saying that to be nice," the Watcher muttered, embarrassed. "This is nothing but a pity fuck, isn't it?"

"YES," Eothas replied softly. "BUT DON'T TAKE IT TOO HARD."

The Watcher cried the whole time they were making love. Eothas simply laid back and thought of Waidwen.

[antiloreolympus]

8 Anti LO Asks

1. It doesn’t really make sense for a long term comic such as LO to have such a drastic change in the artstyle, and even more you can’t really call it an improvement when all the interesting parts of the art style are now gone and all that it is now it’s just some basic same-face and body art style with barely any backgrounds. RS is incredibly talented for illustrative artwork and it’s really a shame she’s not doing that anymore and instead has left it to her team, with leaving them very messy sketches. The artstyle in the beginning had life and glamour and now it’s just very dull and boring. That’s not an improvement

2. I genuinely can’t think of any man in LO that’s even half way decent. Poseidon maybe? Hephaestus? Those are the only two I can manage, meanwhile the rest are either Rachel purposely ruining them because of her own biases (Zeus, Apollo, Thanatos to an extent) or are “good” men who are just creeps who disrespect all the women around them and are super creepy and obsessed over a literal teenager who acts like a child (Hades, Ares, Hermee, Eros, etc). The women aren’t much better either. 

3. About Perse making Hades childish: (this is no way defending him, just some speculation, and tbh I doubt that RS has thought this through haha) I wonder if he becomes a horny teenager around her because she’s a goddess of fertility? Would that have any affect on him? Doesn’t excuse his creepy ass behavior, but could explain it a bit, I guess?

4. Okay so I'll be honest I dont really see any reason to 'simp' over Any of the LO characters?

Also, not to start sh*t, but - I think part of the reason why some of the LO fandom does not like Zeus (and perhaps gives Hera more leeway - at least in terms of cheating) is because:

Mythologically Zeus is a known cheater / rapist (Io for example, or Semele)

They see Hera cheating a Zeus as okay (its not) because he's been known to cheat on her in the past / fans see Hera cheating on Zeus with Hades as 'justified revenge' for what he's (Zeus) put her through

I'll be honest I dont really see Zeus (or Hades for that matter) as good rulers because

Despite other deities (like Eros) doing 'acts of wrath' - they get away with it because they often have someone to back them up (like Aphrodite offering to sleep with Zeus to get her son out of trouble) - but the one time Persephone does something wrong (an act of wrath) - Zeus wants to give her the Prometheus treatment - mainly so he can feel like an in control king whos subjects respect him

The reason this sound so odd is because of RS writing choices. Zeus is a grade A d*ck who is willing to destroy a 'young girls promising career' because she made 1 mistake that one time. But at the same time the act of wrath is framed oddly because Demeter doesn't want her daughter to get in trouble so she covers it up (its like the equivalent of hiding a murder from the cops).

Zeus wanting to Prometheus Kore seems overly harsh because she is a Child. (Well a teenager) - so it adds to the "Zeus is a d*ck" card, because she doesnt have the life experience to "get away with" stuff like the other deities because she is young AND sheltered.

Like again, the whole concept of Human Laws applying to Gods is so confusing:

Would Zeus have been this harsh if Demeter had simply come forward in the first place about Persephone's murder rampage? Why did she blackmail / get other deities involved to cover it up? Is Zeus THAT much of a d*ck in Demeters eyes that she knows he would harshly punish a child for something "she didnt mean to do" (killed mortals based on a feeling?)

Why is there a motherf*cking trial in the first place? Do All the other deities get the right to a fair trial or is this a special case? (Like can any deity just offer to sleep with Zeus and he'll let them off the hook?). If the other deities had commited the same crime would the trial / punishment be the same or does Zeus just have a rage boner because he was lied to? If thats the case then why are the other deities taking Persephones side during the trial? (Ares I can maybe understand cause hes the God of War and stuff but everyone else is taking Perse's side because their either her personal friend or family member (Hecate, Hermes, Demeter, Hades etc).

Why are there certain laws like "Zeus cant get to Persephone because she has clemency in the underworld" but other deities - including Leto, Demeter and others (like Perse's nymph family) can just stroll into Hades house? Why is Hermes still on house arrest? Why are Hades + Persephone throwing a house party when shes on trial for scythe crimes??!!!

Why are the gods bound by such petty squabbles?

The way RS set up the governing "laws" in universe just doesnt make a whole lotta sense. Also, sorry this got ramblely.  

5. Tbh i don’t think that Hades acting differently when he’s with Persephone is a bad thing, as a concept. But there are many issues with this such as the fact that Persephone is barely legal and Hades act like an actual child around her. Obviously when you’re with someone they are going to act different than they do when they are at work. The problem is that Hades essentially goes from the “cold-scary king” to a 17 year old hormonal boy when he’s with Persephone. And him making out with her in a middle of a store or them golfing with diamonds or him making out with Persephone again in front of his workplace is not exactly acceptable behaviour from a king. If Hades acts all lovey-dovey with Persephone when their at their home together it’s different, but when they’re at a public place they can’t really do that. I would say that he has to keep a status about him but from what we’ve seen all the citizens of the underworld hate him and don’t respect him at all, from yelling at him to actually fighting with him, so idk how much status there is actually attached to him 

6. I swear, the majority of the “cute” HxP moments in LO just seem like a single father dealing with his hyperactive 8 year old over the supposed future intimidating rulers who Rachel is obsessed about talking and drawing their sex life. Is it really that hard to depict Persephone even acting like a smart teenager at the very least, as opposed to an airhead grade schooler? It doesn’t scream cute to me, it seems more like a father/daughter relationship. It’s just weird. 

7. i mean, i have a LO oc who's persephone's brother (fertility god) between demeter and zeus. dude got thrown into tartyrus to cover up the affair and now serves cronus. he was the god of summer, and my reasoning was demeter's seasons/harvest + summer thunderstorms. wrote a whole minific i will never post about him and persephone realizing everyone around them are assholes and healing together. so the mistress-of-zeus oc isnt that weird.

8. I’m not a Zeus stan by any means, but I do find him one of the most interesting characters, and one that RS has, in her attempts to make him be the worst ever to make Hades look better, actually way more interesting and compelling than the majority of the cast. He doesn’t lie or whine to the audience he’s some good person like Hades when he’s not, he owns that he’s a dick and doesn’t bullshit the audience into thinking he’s someone he’s not. RS tries to show us he’s a “bad” king, yet we see no proof it beyond what, he wants to uphold the law P broke and doesnt kiss Hades’ butt? That’s not a bad king, it’s a good one that he doesn’t let family ties or lust cloud his judgement, unlike Hades or Hera, for example. I don’t condone his cheating either, but it’s not fair to hate him for it, but love it that Hades cheated on Minthe so he could get into a teenager’s skirt and praise Hera for sleeping with her brother in law while punishing Zeus’ mistresses because she’s being a fake “loyal” wife. Just because he’s a deeply flawed, even a bad person doesn’t make him a bad character. Hades and Hera and even Persephone are awful people who do worse than Zeus, yet they’re loved and praised for it, all while being written with the depth of a puddle. 

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Coming to Class

Summary: As soon as the semester ends, some mutual feelings are revealed, and mutual feeling ensues.

A/N: This started as a few messages written directly in the CSMM Discord chat and was only supposed to be a minific there to encourage other people to write Professor Killian fics.

I should've known better than to copy and paste them into a doc "just to save what I'd written," because I have as little restraint with writing these two doing each other as Killian usually has in my fics.

Anyway, shout-out to all the lovely people on said Discord, without whom I'd never write any of this, and thank you to @kmomof4​ for betaing this for me.

Rated: E; Words: 2432; AO3

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The only thing hotter than the sweltering classroom with a long-broken air conditioner was the man handing out the last grades of the semester. An A graced the top right corner of Emma’s paper, “Very Good” written in his handwriting beneath it, and all she wanted was a nice F after class with the same praise spilling from his lips.

Emma took her time putting her books back into her bag for the last time as the other students hurriedly filed out of the room before she slowly approached him, not at all intimidated by the way he casually leaned back against his desk, his arms indecisive as to whether they wanted to cross in front of him or help support his weight.

“Professor Jones, I—” she started, tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear, an action which she knew he always watched.

“Have been waiting for this, for the semester to end?” He rocked forward onto his feet, and she became suddenly very aware of their proximity and privacy.

“I’d never want your class to end, professor,” she said quickly, hoping he knew she was anything but bored during his lectures, always captivated for a number of reasons.

“Oh?” He stepped forward, guiding her back toward the table behind her and smiling when she gasped as her legs bumped the edge. He lifted the end of the strand of hair she’d moved and twirled it around his finger. “But there’s so much I could teach you now that it’s over.” His face was impossibly close to hers, his breath searing her lips as they opened and hesitated. “Other, more enjoyable things. If you’d like.”

Desire flooded her, swirling through her mind and rushing right to her core.

“Yes, please,” she said weakly with a slight shift in her stance at the sudden dampness between her legs. “I’m always eager to learn new things.” Emma draped her arms over his shoulders and smirked with feigned confidence as she added, “Though I think you’ll find I’m already pretty well educated in this particular subject.”

“Then we’ll just have to put your knowledge to the test, love.”

Emma yelped as he wrapped his arms around her and lifted her onto the table. He shushed her with his finger on her lips, advising her that the neighboring classrooms may not be so empty, but groaned himself as she sucked the tip into her mouth.

“Hush yourself, professor,” she teased, threading her fingers in his hair and pulling him into a kiss. Oh so innocently swinging her legs, she coaxed his apart and nudged the stiff, sensitive flesh between them with each outward stretch.

“Gods,” he gritted. Stilling her with his hands firmly gripping her waist, he pulled her forward, balancing her on the edge of the table with his knee between her legs. “Bloody minx, you’ll be the death of me,” he said as he eased down the zipper of her jeans. “These fucking tight things have teased me for far too long.” He slipped his hand beneath the denim, half expecting to find her bare beneath them, rubbing his fingers along the already wet strip of material covering his goal as she bucked into his hand. “You know exactly what you’re doing every time you bend further than necessary to reach for your bag, or you make a point to swagger past my desk and sway your fucking perfect ass as you walk out the door.”

“I th—fuck,” Emma panted as he moved her panties aside and sank two fingers inside her, “I think about that desk a lot, professor.” She clenched her fists in his hair and tugged as she threw her own head back on a poorly stifled moan before leaning forward and resting her forehead on his chest while she struggled to catch her breath as he continued to take it away. Her hands eventually released their hold on his dark locks and slipped lower, and she unbuttoned his shirt to expose more of his skin as she confessed, “I think about hiding beneath it and sucking you off while you teach.” Shoving the material off his shoulders, she caught a bead of his sweat with her tongue and licked a stripe up his neck before whispering into his ear as she cupped his erection through his trousers, “I think about you fucking me on top of it while everyone watches.”

“Fuck, Swan,” he growled, removing his hand from her despite her protesting whine and pressing it to her back as he tucked his other arm beneath her and carried her to the desk in question, her ankles locking behind his back until he lay her down on the wooden surface. “We’ve no audience, darling, but I can certainly make the other portion of your thought come to fruition.”

His thumbs hooked under the hem of her top and slid it up her body. His teeth dragged against her skin as he closely followed the material with his mouth until it lay atop the swell of her breasts. Emma’s eyes fluttered closed as he unclasped her bra and lifted it out of his way. He sealed his lips around her nipple as his hands passed over the expanse of her stomach and tugged her jeans down to her knees. As he coaxed her legs apart with his own, he lowered the zipper on his trousers and freed his stiff cock from its confines, giving it a few short strokes to sooth his own ache before his fingers returned to her dripping core.

“These,” he muttered against her soft flesh as he kneaded her breast and worked a mark into the side of the other, his other hand steadily pumping between her legs, “are perfect. You,” he said as his mouth wandered, expanding its area of exploration down to her navel and back up to her collarbone, “are perfect.”

Emma’s brow furrowed as she chased his hand with her hips, her jaw falling open loosely as she focused on the pleasure his fingers alone were giving her. If she’d opened her eyes, she would have seen his smile, soft and satisfied despite the burning desire flickering behind his gaze as he watched her react to his skilled touch.

“Every inch of you is delicious, Emma,” he mumbled into her skin, sending an eager shiver up her spine.

Another, stronger tremble coursed through her whole body as he curled his fingers inside her and found the spot that left her shaking in front of him, hitting it relentlessly as his tongue teased every other sensitive place he could find. He muffled her gasp with a kiss as his thumb rubbed her clit with gentle passes, pressing his smile to her lips as she squirmed beneath him, the peaks of her breasts brushing against his chest with every movement.

“I think you’re ready for me, love.”

His words barely registered with her, but when she arched into his hand, he slipped his fingers out of her and spread her entrance with them as he slowly replaced them with his cock, allowing her to adjust to his size as he filled her so completely and took her breath away.

“Gods, Emma,” he sighed, resting his forehead on hers for a moment as he began to move with gentle, languid thrusts. “So fucking tight.” As her arousal coated his cock, it became easier to move within her. He gripped her sides to steady her as she writhed and whimpered with every smooth slide. “I’ve wanted to feel you since the very first day of the semester,” he confessed, gradually increasing the pace as he snapped his hips with purpose. “Now that I finally can, I don’t know how I managed to restrain myself.” He licked a stripe up the side of her neck and pulled her earlobe between his teeth. 

“Why didn’t you?” Emma asked, panting through the question as she rocked to meet his thrusts, “Feel me then?” She scrambled for something to hold, trailing her fingertips along his arms before digging half moons into his flesh with her nails like the way his zipper bit into her skin each time he filled her. “I wanted it, too.”

“Bad form,” he sighed before kissing his way back to her breasts. “But as of today, you’re no longer my student.” He couldn’t get enough of her, couldn’t decide where he wanted his mouth to be. Dragging his teeth up the column of her throat, he continued, “Your grades have been submitted. You’re no longer under my care. There’s no line to cross now.” Tugging her bottom lip with a bite, he growled, “And I must say, I much prefer you under my body than under my wing.” Slanting his mouth against hers, his tongue plunged inside, making her dizzy as it thrust in time with his cock.

His mouth soon became too preoccupied to speak as the taste of her skin consumed him. Emma’s tongue swept across her bottom lip and retreated on a moan as her professor hungrily nipped and sucked at her pulse point. Her hand shot up to encourage him as his scruff teased the hollow of her throat, but the overwhelming combination of sensations as he fucked her had her head spinning, and the growing tension low in her belly as she arched her back made it difficult to take any sort of hold of him. Her thumb grazed his jaw as her nails gently scraped against the side of his neck before she reached down instead to grip the edge of the desk.

Emma brought one hand between them, needing just a little more and determined to have it, but his fingers met hers there to tend to her clit himself. He let her guide his hand, circling and rubbing and soothing with the pressure and rhythm she liked, and soon she let him take over alone as she leaned forward just enough to reach around him and slip her hands beneath his trousers to clutch at his ass.

“Please, professor,” she moaned and pulled him ever closer, locking her ankles behind his knees as she desperately clung to him, her jeans pulling taut around his legs.

“Tell me what you need, love,” he said softly, the echoing slap of his skin against hers louder than his voice.

“I need you to come, professor,” Emma panted, writhing in his arms. “I need you to come inside me and make me come with you.”

“Fuck,” he growled, slamming into her with purpose as his thumb continued its endless assault of her clit. “Emma, are you sure?”

“Yes, it’s fine,” she breathed, rocking faster. “I promise, please.”

“Gods, you’re amazing,” he sighed against her cheek. As her hands slid up his spine to dig her fingers into his shoulders, he lifted her off the desk and bounced her on his cock as he thrust upward to meet her. “Let go, darling,” he guided, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth before muffling her moans with a passionate kiss as she shuddered in his arms.

Emma held on tightly around his neck as her legs kicked out with a mind of their own and she suddenly lost their support, relying on him to keep her from falling as her orgasm overcame her. She couldn’t care less if any passersby in the hall got a show, should they decide to peek through the slats of the mostly-closed blinds in the interior windows. If she were being honest, the risk only made everything hotter.

“Come with me, professor,” she whispered pleadingly as she quaked in his embrace.

With a groan, he lay her back onto the desk again and squeezed her hips as her muscles squeezed his length, pounding into her with abandon. Emma was sure he’d bite a hole through his lip with the way his jaw clenched on it as he stopped himself from crying out. After one, two, three more deep thrusts, his hips stuttered to a halt and his cock pulsed inside her as he filled her with his warm release, her walls fluttering around him as she came down from her own high.

“That was—”

“Fucking hot?” Emma finished his sentence as they both breathed heavily. As her professor reluctantly stepped backward, Emma teasingly gripped his cock in her hand as it slipped from her core, drawing forth a hiss as she worked it and thumbed at the sensitive tip, feeling it already hardening again beneath her touch. “Though that was hardly a test of my knowledge. But I’m more than happy that you provided the answers for me this time.”

“This time?” He questioned, hesitating a moment before he caught her wrist and stilled her hand. He smirked in soft amusement as she practically pouted at him.

“What,” she asked, “are we really done after only one class?” Getting to her feet, Emma pulled up her panties followed by her jeans, catching their combined releases as it dripped onto the material. “Is this not a full course?” She guided his hand to her breast. “I was hoping for a whole new semester with you.”

He wrapped his other arm around her and lowered his hand to the curve of her ass, pulling her tightly against himself as he challenged, “Only that long, love?” His scruff brushed her cheek as he growled in her ear, “We’re far from finished with your lessons, darling, but my next class should be filing in soon. And as tempting as your other fantasy may be, I’d also like to keep my job.” After he helped her right her bra and smooth down her top, he tucked his fingers under her chin and brushed his thumb back and forth over her bottom lip as he continued, “But I will certainly enjoy assessing this pretty mouth of yours very soon.”

“Mmmm,” Emma smiled, cupping the back of his head and pulling him into a kiss, only parting from him when the sounds of footsteps and idle chatter echoed through the halls as they began to fill with students and faculty alike.

“Meet me in my office tonight,” he instructed quietly, quickly righting himself in his own trousers and buttoning his shirt before anyone could realize what they’d just done. “Special hours, just for you, and we’ll review for that oral exam, yeah?”

“I’ll be there,” Emma assured him, retrieving her backpack and stepping backward toward the door. “Thank you, Professor Jones.”

He gave her a nod as he returned to his place behind his desk, resting his palms on the surface.

“Miss Swan.”

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A/N: Yes, I know what I've done by ending it there.

Yes, K has already told me I need to write more chapters of it.

No, I don't make any promises, but yes, I left it open on purpose just in case inspiration strikes again.

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 16: Two-Headed (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Ch16: Two-Headed

Luka was being weird.

Marinette frowned as she stared at the sweater she’d just washed, her thumb rubbing at some of the stitching absently.  He was usually weird, she noted, but he’d just been…weirder lately.  Not his usual grumpy self.  It was like…invasion of the body snatchers, or something.

Grumpy Luka had been snatched away, and this…weird Luka had been left in his place.

He was just…weird!  She couldn’t quite put her finger on it.  It wasn’t that he was suddenly kind: for all his gruff exterior, Luka had always been kind.  At least…to her.  To most people.  Not usually to Théo, but Théo liked to antagonize him.  Even if he was an ass about his kindness, he was still kind. There was just…something softer about it lately.  He still snapped at Théo, and he spoke to Mendeleiev with his usual indifference.  He was still…not rude, not really, but there was this way he treated people.  Like he just was how he was and expected the rest of the world to deal with it.

She had called him a grumpy puppy.

He just…wasn’t so grumpy anymore.

He was grumpy, not…snappy.

She sighed and folded the sweater, holding it close for a moment as she stared at the piles of half-folded laundry on her bed.

She would say she liked it, except…there were still times when he’d pull back.  When he seemed to realize he was being weird and doubled down on being an ass to compensate for it.  She wasn’t sure she liked that.  Sometimes she felt like it gave her whiplash.  She wished he would just make up his mind.  She –

“Marinette?”

She jumped at the voice.

Speak of the devil, she thought as she looked up to see Luka standing in her doorway.  His hand was raised to the door, and she realized belatedly that he had knocked –she just hadn’t noticed.

“L-Luka!” she said, dropping the sweater onto her bed.  She turned to him, smiling.  “What are you doing here?”

“Got an out of town reap,” he said, holding up a post-it and smiling at her.  “Well.  Half an hour out.  It’s a botanical garden, though, and I thought…you like flowers, right?”

“It’s October,” she laughed, walking over to him.  “Most flowers aren’t exactly blooming anymore.  But yes, I like flowers.”

“…it’s a nice day out,” he said, shrugging.  “Should be a nice ride.  If…you’re interested?”

…the grumpiness was gone.  In its place was left someone Marinette would almost call bashful, his head hung low and peeking up at her with hopeful eyes and…were his cheeks pink?

She thought of the Luka she had first met, who had dumped her on Mendeleiev without a second thought and stalked off into the night, grumbling the whole time about fresh blood and inconveniences.  She saw no trace of that asshole in the boy smiling down at her now.

“…ok,” she said, turning back to grab her sweater.  When she had tugged it over her head and turned back to him, there was a glimmer in his eyes she couldn’t quite place.  One that made her smile, until he caught her staring back at him and turned away with a cough, shoving a hand through his hair.

“Right!  Ok, best get going.  This fucker’s not gonna reap himself,” he said, heading towards the door.  Marinette frowned as he hurried off, confused.  Then again…

[namethat-i-oughttohavetoldyou]

oh, i’m so frustrated :( i created a whole-ass oc for the minific i’m writing, but it just doesn’t work. i will have to scrap him and a good part of the story i have written already, as well, and it sucks because i actually liked the beginning. i hope i can recycle it for a different fic some day.

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Leaning On Each Other (Remix)

This is a while later than I expected to get it finished, but here is @writer-and-artist27‘s birthday gift. She asked for a Kei-style take on this minific she wrote a while ago, so I did a full remix.

Apologies for making it a remix instead of the requested Kei's POV of this exact scene.

“I’m telling you, the difference is all in the wrist,” Kei said, holding out a kunai as though it was a katana. She spun it between her fingers as soon as her demonstration was over. “I mean, imagine this about four times as long in the handle and with ten times as much blade, but the point still stands.” 

“You’d have to get me a bokken and show me directly if you want that to make sense,” said Obito, shaking his head slightly. “Rin?” 

Rin shrugged, though her eyes didn’t quite leave the blade. “The blades I deal with are even shorter. I don’t really use them to stab people outside of a medical context. If you’re stabbing someone with a scalpel, something’s gone wrong,” Rin said, even as Kei made the kunai disappear into the holster on her thigh. 

“Like in the flying clipboard story?” Obito asked. 

“I still don’t know the actual story behind that,” Kei said.

Rin nodded along, but only smiled mysteriously when both of her friends in this conversation turned interrogative stares her way. “It’s funnier if I don’t tell you.” 

On the opposite side of the couch, Kakashi made an agreeing noise, then flipped to the next page in his book. Kei didn’t know for sure what he was reading, other than noticing earlier that the cover art was entirely in grayscale and looked kind of gloomy. If Kei had been the one reading, she probably wouldn’t have paid enough attention to the conversation to know where she was supposed to make obligatory listening sounds. 

Tomoko emerged from the kitchen at this point, flopping down on the couch between Kei and Obito. Kei raised a hand to keep her head from hitting the wall, and the three of them shuffled around a bit to accommodate her. 

“So, done working for now?” Kei asked, silently making sure that all of her weapons were stowed. Sure, she’d left her sword at home, but no shinobi was ever fully unarmed. It was a truth universally acknowledged that a kunai somewhere unfortunate would ruin anyone’s day. 

“You know me,” Tomoko replied, not noticing the shinobi weapons-check or not saying so. She leaned against Kei’s shoulder without hesitation. “Just for now.” 

“That’s what you always say,” Obito said, leaning forward over his knees to get a better look at their faces. “You should’ve let us help.” 

“There was batter on the ceiling last time, wasn’t there?” Rin asked. She’d only heard this story second-hand and the details changed in the telling because no one wanted to admit they’d been the one to start shit. 

“That was Kakashi’s fault,” Obito said instantly. “And we were at Kei’s house, so we only got banned there, so it doesn’t count!” 

“Getting banned from any kitchen still disqualifies you from going into a professional one, I think.” 

“Focus, team,” Kakashi said, but mostly sounded like it was a wordier version of the iconic Uchiha “hn.” He certainly didn’t put any force behind the order. 

“Okay, okay.” Kei nudged Tomoko with her elbow. “So, what’s up? Besides a clear need for a nap.”

“Nothing but the ceiling,” Tomoko replied.

“No, really?” Kei drawled automatically. “Would’ve never guessed. Congrats on your first well-timed pun, though.” 

Tomoko pouted. “It got your attention, even if it’s a horrible one. So I’ll try to be punny more often.”

“Tomo-chan!” Obito said, shaking his head. 

“I don’t regret it. Fight me.”

Kei considered her options carefully. A bad pun used in verbal combat came with a number of acceptable responses, but Tomoko wasn’t Hayate—who Kei would have already shoved off the couch by this point. Possibly backflipped him over the top of it, trusting his combat training to handle the landing. Tomoko needed more delicate handling. 

Therefore, Kei said, “Obito wouldn’t fight you if you paid him, puns or otherwise.” 

“It was a joke!” Tomoko protested, half-sunk into a combination of Kei’s jacket and the plush back of the couch. Her voice was a little muffled and pouty as a result. 

And Kei occasionally pretended she didn’t know about those conversational ripostes solely to exasperate Tomoko. She wasn’t sure Tomoko had caught on yet. 

From cross the table, Rin leaned forward and said, “You need to work on your delivery, Tomo. That landed pretty flat.”

“And the Earth is round and rotating on a crooked axis, sue me,” Tomoko said childishly in return, refusing to raise her head from her new resting spot. “I’m trying and I don’t wanna move.”

“It’s almost like overworking has totally foreseeable consequences,” Kei mused, her voice lilting to take the sting out of her words. 

Tomoko paused, thinking on it for a second. “…Would you have me any other way?”

The answer was immediate. “Nope.”

“Good.” A smile replaced the pout. Tomoko’s habit of puffing her cheeks out to pout mostly made Kei want to poke her. “What’s up with you?”

“Not much.” Kei shrugged as best she could with Tomoko’s head on her shoulder. “To make a long story short, Kakashi doesn’t want to give input on my totally half-assed kenjutsu lesson. Obito and Rin are being good friends and pretending they know what the hell I’m talking about.”

There was a crinkle signaling the turning of a page as Kakashi went back to reading.

“Okay, just for that? Rin and I are going to talk about things that aren’t swords,” Obito said with a comically exaggerated huff. “See how you like it.” 

Kei rolled her eyes. “Oh no. Traitors, et cetera.”  

Rin’s smile was helplessly fond. “All right, all right. No more sniping until we get you both on a practice range.” She turned her head. “So, Obito, did I tell you what happened when Akihito-shishō caught the nurses smuggling candy—” 

Rin’s tempting gossip drew Obito’s attention wholly, which was a good indicator that everyone was indeed done with the sword story. 

Tomoko turned her head so that her face was finally angled up toward Kei’s. “You know I was asking about you, health-wise?”

There were times when it seemed as though Tomoko did little else. The life of a ninja was like riding a rollercoaster with a rickety, rusted track that didn’t deserve to have so many twists and turns. Especially for how unreliable it was. Their lifestyle was a major risk to life and limb. 

Kei didn’t say any of that. Instead: “Yeah, I know.”

Tomoko thumped her head against Kei’s shoulder. “You’re my best friend in the whole wide world, y’know.” 

“I know,” Kei said by rote. Reincarnation time buddies! Who hopefully weren’t going to destroy the universe by accidentally turning something into a paradox. 

Another bonk. “Nagareboshi Café will always be open for you, y’know.”

“I know, Tomo.” Mostly because Kei had enough people in her life that she’d never forget it now. Being able to find half her social group there on a given day made the place a landmark, even if it wasn’t also a homey spot on its own.  

Sounding a little strangled now, Tomoko added after a short pause, “So then, Kei?”

“Hm?”

“Whenever you need help, whenever you’re down, you can call me up, y’know. I don’t know how well I can fix things, but I’ll try. I’ll always try.” 

Kei sighed. It was half from fond exasperation, but half from genuine frustration. There was always a part of her that utterly rejected the idea of pushing any of her emotional burdens onto Tomoko. Kei had volunteered practically from the start to chase whatever means of gaining power she could, all so she could make sure her precious people were safe. That was not the choice Tomoko had made. She’d never needed to, and Kei almost needed her to stay out of the blast radius. 

“Tomo, you know I’m not good at asking for—” 

Bonk. 

Kei went silent, raising an eyebrow in a silent question as Tomoko stared back. 

“Just listen, okay?” Tomoko rarely demanded direct, sincere statements toward Kei, who was equipped with a bone-deep inclination to deflect and dismiss what she viewed as excessive verbal reassurance. “No matter what happens, no matter what you end up doing, I’ll stay with you. To the end of our days.”

Kei bit down on the urge to interrupt. 

“I care about you, y’know. So when you need it, let me help you like you help me. Just get that memorized.”

Kei sighed again, reaching up to pat Tomoko’s head. “I’ll remember that.” 

When she could. It wouldn’t be as easy as Tomoko made it sound, but perhaps it could be, eventually. 

And that was when Obito bounced onto the couch hard enough to make Tomoko briefly airborne. She landed with a surprised “eep” with her weight still mostly on Kei’s side, but turned to face Obito. 

“Obi?” Tomoko said, startled.

“Nice of you to drop in,” Kei said over Tomoko’s head. It was so much easier to downplay any surprises when she could track everyone’s location within the room. Also, she’d seen Obito move out of the corner of her eye because he definitely wasn’t being stealthy. 

“Your conversation looked like it needed crashing,” Obito said lightly. “It looked heavy even from where I was standing.” He tilted his head to one side, tucking his legs underneath him. “Tomo, is Kei influencing you? Are you gonna start all your conversations with puns now? Please say no.” 

“It was my first try, Obi,” Tomoko soothed, reaching over with her right hand to rest against the side of his scalp. “I can try a different joke.”

Kei shifted her weight so that Tomoko ended up leaning more Obito’s way. 

“I don’t know, I think the debut worked,” Rin said, settling back in at her spot. Whatever she and Obito had talked about must’ve scared him back into this conversation. She added to Tomoko specifically, “Just maybe relax a little and let them come naturally.” 

“Wordplay and swordplay are both about timing,” Kei offered, “so I could probably help.” 

“I can see you being a bad influence, you know,” Obito said. “Even if you’re trying to be all underhanded about it.” 

“You’re shinobi,” Tomoko said, “Everything’s sneaky and underhanded! I could’ve sworn bad puns are how eye roll considering the family-friend thing.”

Obito groaned, defeated.  “Kei, you had one job!”

“If she’s not making improvised bombs in her bedroom, I’m still coming out ahead,” Kei told him. “And she’s not. I think?” 

“I’m not!” Tomoko said, half-frantic at the turn. “Just baked goods, like usual!” 

“Oh, if that’s the breaking point,” Obito grumbled.

Tomoko frowned thoughtfully. She rested her hand against the side of Obito’s face in apology, then said, “I’ll hold off on the puns and you can have a batch of cupcakes later. Will that be better?” 

This time, there was a hum of approval. Obito closed his eyes and leaned into Tomoko’s hand like a cat, mollified for now. 

That’d probably last until the next time one of Kei’s friends opened their mouths. Peace reigned until the next half-joking argument in the life of Team Minato. And most of their associates.

“Can I join in?” Rin said, though she was already cramming herself into the space on Kei’s other side with a medical textbook in her lap. Kei didn’t bother wondering where she’d gotten it from; at some point, pulling a “nothing up my sleeve” routine felt like it was expected. “This looks like fun.”

“There’s cookies near the stove if you want to grab those first, Ricchan,” Tomoko said. Her chakra felt floaty with contentment. “Just to help with the studying you have there. The cookies are sugar and snickerdoodle.”

Rin’s smile widened. “Maybe later?” She still absently opened the front cover of her book, glancing at it before leaning against Kei’s other shoulder. “This feels nice right now.”

“Just make yourself at home, I guess,” Kei said with a toss of her head, settling farther down in the couch cushions. She shuffled to handle both hers and Rin’s weights before considering. “What about you, Kakashi?”

“Hn.” He instead disappeared briefly into the kitchen, out of easy spotting range thanks to the movement limitations of the human neck. “There’s not enough space for five people on that couch. There really wasn’t for four, but apparently we’re stacking like apartment blocks,” he judged when he returned, but he settled at the group’s feet and set the plate on the table in front of them all. “I brought the cookies.”

At this point, Tomoko started humming. 

Rin reached forward and retrieved her cookies, passing out others at random. Kakashi demurred, returning his attention to his book, and wrinkling his nose at the thought of eating such sweet things of his free will. He was content just basking in his friends’ company. 

“Just eat and relax?” Tomoko offered, passing a cookie from Rin to Obito. “We don’t have anything going on today, so let’s pass the time like this.”

Kei leaned her head back against the top of the couch, listening with half an ear to the world around her. With sight out of the way, she could focus on her friends’ contentment through her chakra sense and live in the moment. 

Tomoko’s voice rose over the impromptu cookie party: 

“Dream of anything; 

I’ll make it all come true.

Everything you need 

Is all I have for you. 

I’m forever 

Always by your side. 

Whenever you need a friend, 

I’m never far behind.” 

Obito shifted and the couch dipped under his weight. Felt like he was reaching for his next dose of sugar already. The plate scraped across the table. “Could you sing that a bit louder, Tomo-chan? I want to hear.”

“Eh?” A sudden wave of shyness swept through Tomoko. “You sure?”

“We’ve all heard you sing before, Tomo,” said Kei, keeping her eyes shut. “No pressure.” 

Rin’s sun-on-water chakra perked up along with her voice as she said, “You were the one to say we should relax, right?”

There was a brief back-and-forth between the boys—banter so played-out it was almost entirely fond. Amusement passed through each of them like an electric current. 

Tomoko’s voice rose again. 

“If the stars all fall,

When there’s no more light, 

And the moon should crumble, 

It will be alright.”

Being here, with these precious people, would tide Kei over through their next absence. With the life she and her friends lived, that separation was inevitable. There was always something else coming down the pipeline and eventually disturbing their peace, but that was the future. 

This was now. 

“Don’t you worry about the dark,

I will light up the night with the love in my heart.

I will burn like the sun,

I will keep you safe and warm.

Like the smell of a rose on a summer’s day,

I will be there to take all your fears away.

With a touch of my hand,

I will turn your life to gold.”

Kei seared the moment into her memory, to keep it like a light against the darkness still to come.

[kandyrezi]

So, whilst I do love cold, calculating, put you in prison Reficul, what about the other side? A Reficul who is a completely selfish yandere, only caring about how you make her feel? Selfish enough to, say, cut off your pretty angelic wings to stop you from ever trying to leave, and using the feathers from them to make her new cloak? Perhaps if you learn to behave, she'll let you be her pet, or even let you touch it. If you try anything though... She'll remind you who you belong to.

yessss I definitely see reficul as a more lenient yandere in terms of like, punishment and such, but this version of her is very, very good~! i think it works best where the two had known eachother for a long time working under elux. this made me think about a potential scenario how exactly would poor, helpless darling/pet fall into her hands in the first place, which i then ended coming up with a whole ass plot idea turned into minific full of torture and all that fun stuff. :)

venus was always on top of the class, ahead and better than all of god’s other angels, or at the very least, how she perceived herself – the others might even have called her a bit… on the arrogant side, elux’s favorite archangel and pet – but they wouldn’t say that to her face. her eyes were an odd shade of crimson, as opposed to the tranquil blue irises the rest of their angels possessed, manufactured and sculpted after their god. she stood out amongst all of the others in a way.

romantic relationships weren’t common nor really a priority considering they were more like siblings in arms made to be war soldiers for god, but despite that, her and reader were still together. cue a jealous sol.

venus began to change bit by bit, developing a sense of egoism and self-importance reminiscent of elux themselves.

(it causes a bit of tension among elux’s other angels, as some are beginning to grow skeptical of her.

“oh well, i shouldn’t… um, speak ill of our fellow teammate.” luna muttered with uncertainty.

“does she think she can just skip out on training? what a self-obsessed narcissist.” mercury rolled her eyes.

the reader squirmed uncomfortably, uncertain whether to agree or give her benefit of doubt.)

it wasn’t until venus wanted to overthrow elux completely and possibly take their place as highest divine being, a war then broke out in heaven between two sides who split between siding with venus and who chose to stay loyal to their god. sol and venus were clashing against one another - sol was stronger by wide margin, but venus was relentless. an unstoppable force against an immovable object.

(“no matter what happens up in these heavens, you pledge to stick with me?”

“of course, venus, as long as we’re together.” reader naively promised in the past, not taking into account the meaning behind her words.)

their fight went on for a long time, until reader interfered and used their sword to thrust it from above and pierce into venus’ wings, effectively pulling all her body weight backwards and keeping impaled against the ground, which allowed sol to finish her off stabbing her through the heart and casting her out of heaven for good, falling into pits of the shadowed, forbidden realm of their world.

lzet, alibe, and mephir, having sided with the former archangel, were all gone as well. reader’s now former lover was gone and they were no longer that sweet-smiling angel once born after that. 

. . .

it’s not until reader is captured by the demon queen’s underlings much later on. normally, she would let them deal with any intruders themselves as most aren’t much of a threat, but this time, she wants to handle them by herself. both reader and reficul are well-aware of reader’s past actions and reficul is threatening and pondering over what she should do with them now that they’re at her mercy in her domain of a dark and cold confined space they couldn’t possibly get out of.

“why don’t you just do what you were already going to instead of trying to intimidate me with your pointless monologue?” reader snaps at her.

reficul is calm and collected as always as she looks down at their tied up form, “eager to get on with it? very well then.”

the first bit of torture they receive isn’t even the worst to come; broken fingers, lacerations scattered across their body, ending with an eye gouged out their socket, the angel now resembling that of a child’s old toy that’s been tossed away when it’s too undesirable to be played with. the reader’s wings are tightly bound by the chains of her morning star.

“you betrayed us.” they manage say with disgust in their voice through the stinging of injuries reficul inflicted onto them.

“you betrayed me” the devil rebukes, “do you lie awake to ever think about if I felt the same way?”

“your sister did too.”

without warning, reficul’s cape turns into a pair shadow hands to wrap itself around their throat, tightly squeezing their flesh and cutting off airflow to lungs.

reficul’s tone then turns colder, more menacing, “you must still remember when you stabbed through my wings during my final stand against sol?”

without waiting for an answer, she releases their neck and walks behind them to yank her weapon with shift in velocity, their wings being forcibly pulled back as they hear the sound of something tearing and then audibly cracking, it takes less than a moment to register the hot, soaring pain that follows, something warm yet acidic to the touch running down their back. blood.

“venus, please--” their demeanor suddenly changes yet begging gets them nowhere.

“you have some audacity to call me that.”

she pulls even harder then by placing the heel of her boot against their back to gain leverage, it aches and burns like a steaming rod being pressed against the roots. they would likely end up passing out after no longer being able to handle their assailant’s bloody onslaught.

some time passes and they would later wake up still on the same cold floor to her voice.

“you made your choice. do you regret it yet?” asks reficul, sounding more like a statement, heels clicking like an echo through the four walls of the confined room, snapping them out of their daze, “i know you do.”

she’s wearing a cloak made of pure white weathers from their wings mixed with the color of their dishonor. red stains the last remains of dignity they had left before she destroyed and took them apart to punish them for their betrayal. now she’ll revel in watching their blood flow the same way they did when she was impaled and cast out of heaven.

“why do I find it so difficult to simply rid of you, i wonder?” she asks, circling around them as she hums thoughtfully, then stops abruptly.

“perhaps if you’re on adequate enough behavior, I’ll take you in as the family pet. there would be less use in just letting you rot away here.”

upon making a quick beeline past the threshold of the prison to retrieve a few materials to use on them. looking up, they see she’s holding a black, spiked collar in one hand, and a leash in other.

“but for that… we need to forego some training first to make sure you stay obedient.”

despite the... sordid feelings she harbors for them even after everything that’s happened, reficul is understandably less than pleased with them for not staying true to their word long ago, so this time, she makes sure that they will.

“now, stand up and pledge loyalty to your owner.”

[asknarashikari]

Minific idea: Kadoya Tsukasa introducing the idea of baby sentai to Sougo and the Reiwa riders.

*glances at Ikki, Japan's # 1 Busybody Big Brother*

...Uh-oh.

"Wait, you're telling me there's people younger than Sakura who were Riders?!" Ikki asked in outrage, going wide-eyed at his senpai.

"Well... yeah? Philip-san holds the record, he was fifteen when he became a Kamen Rider," Touma explained.

"Fifteen...?" Ikki looked horrified. "And I thought Sakura being Jeanne at her age was bad...!" he moaned.

"Well, if it's any consolation, her being her age means that Mama Emu's gonna throw a fit if she gets hurt," Aruto pointed out. "No one hurts a baby Rider on his watch. Right, Sougo?"

"Don't remind me." Sougo shook his head. "He still sometimes acts like I'm still a kid... I'm twenty-one now, though...."

Ikki groaned. "I thought the whole Baby Rider thing was just a joke... but there's a lot of us who aren't even twenty when they became Riders?"

They heard a scoff from behind them, and they turned to see Tsukasa, shaking his head with a laugh. "You think we're bad for having so many Baby Riders... wait till you hear about the Baby Sentai..."

"Sentai. Like that gold pirate I met once?" Touma asked.

"Yeah, those guys. I've met a few of them."

"Fought them too, from what I heard." Sougo said. "Didn't you working with one of them make your boyfriend go yandere?"

Tsukasa choked. "What Daiki did is neither here nor there!" He waved his hand dismissively. "Anyways, those Sentai guys, I've heard that entire teams of them were high schoolers and such-"

"Whole teams!" Ikki exclaimed. "Like... how many are we talking about here?"

Tsukasa steamrollered on, not even minding Ikki's protests. "Those ToQger guys that helped Fruit Jesus once, they were straight-up preteens from what I heard-"

"Whoa, hold on, now that's just wrong," Aruto protested. "They're kid-kids! How is that even possible anymore?!"

"And then there was that one ten year old on the Kyuurangers..."

"Wait, what? Ten?" Even Sougo was taken aback by that. "Who even gave him a changer?!"

Touma's face was set in a deep frown. "For fuck's sake, I was that age when the incident happened, and if that affects me till now I can't imagine how being on a battlefield at that age..." he trailed off. "I can't even deal with this right now." Touma huffed and walked off, his senpai and one kouhai looking at him sadly.

"I now know how Emu-sensei feels..." Sougo sighed.

"Fuck, I want to kick someone's ass so bad," Ikki muttered.

"Yeah, me too." Aruto said. "That's just fucked up, man..."

Tsukasa nodded, sighing bitterly. "Yeah. I know."

[inanotheruniversemusings]

Can we please, pretty please get full ass fic for Kara CEO au. Your mini fic was soo good. Reading your supercorptober2020 minifics have been a real delight. Am so happy I have found your fics. Thanks alot for writing for us

hi anon! i do have plans on writing a whole full fic for ceo!kara au! :D my friend and i just got the plot points sort of fleshed out last night, so this ask was very timely haha but i won’t be able to start writing until i’m done with supercorptober, so part of me is thinking it could be my nanowrimo thing? we’ll see :) 

but yes, to answer, there definitely are plans! and thank you so much for the kind words! i’ve been having fun writing for sc in different universes these past few days, and the responses have blown me away <3 i feel like i should be the one thanking you guys for giving my fics a chance ;A;