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A laugh escapes his lips at her response. Getting cocky, are we? – Is what he'd say if his inner dialogue wasn't cut off by her sudden change of pace. Sage speeds up, her bounds towards him turning into a run – and he instinctively opens his arms for her. He's bending down to pick her up and lift her off the ground as soon as she reaches him. ❛ Missed me that much, huh? ❜ He hums, his tight grip on her giving away that he felt the very same. Soon, he's lowering her back down to the ground again, his hands still firm on her arms. He's not quite done teasing her yet. ❛ Surprised you still remember me after your new claim to fame. ❜

“Well, you know,” she says with a wicked grin as she struts toward him. There was a newfound confidence every time the paper became more popular. & She only had Alexi & Erwin to thank for her success.

“I guess we’ll never know,” she says, her own smirk forming. But within seconds, Sage’s coolness & charm fades & she’s running to Alexi to give him a huge hug. She’d missed him. He was the only one she could share this with.

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@southernfires gets a starter.

❛ You've been busy. ❜ A smirk tugs at Alexi's features as he holds the bulletin between calloused digits. He gives it a wave in the air as Sage approaches. The two had worked out a productive system: she writes the stories, hands them off to one of many in his network – and he has them anonymously published and distributed. The stories pass through many hands, and it isn't always a guarantee Alexi will see Sage before the final product is sent out. This is one of those times. In fact, it feels like ages since they'd last seen each other; so as soon as Alexi had gotten wind that Sage was back in the Underground, he dropped everything to be the first to greet her. He watches as she bounds towards him, yet gold-flecked hues quickly flit towards the paper in his hand. ❛ Unrest within Wall Sina, huh? If only we knew who was stirring the pot. ❜ His smirk grows wider. Another job well done, it seems.

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❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair .

The Underground is not a place for softness. It is a place to brandish blades, to lash out with sharpened claws. It is a place of hunters and prey – eat or be eaten. Every day, lives are on the line – souls teeter on the edge of oblivion. Theirs, others. Lives are lost, taken. Some are even taken by their own hands.

And yet, in private, these hands find other purpose.

Alexi rests his head in Rosalie's lap. His hands are folded now. No blade does he wield; his claws are retracted. Hues of honey blink up at her, then shut as she runs her fingers through his hair. Soft. Peaceful. Such gestures are out of place for the Underground, but are they out of place for them? Or are these little glimpses of gentle affection the most natural thing about them?

❛ Mmm. That feels nice. ❜ A rumble from the back of his throat; he peeks an eye open to look up at her again. Corners of his lips upturn into a grin when he is met with her gaze in return. His other eye opens, and his eyes search hers.

The Underground is not a place to be soft. But maybe, just maybe – here, where it is just the two of them – they could make an exception.

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Happy Sunday – yes, I'm posting these again.

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「   RP MEME :       ENEMIES TO FRIENDS TO LOVERS .   」  * change pronouns as needed.

ENEMIES :

‘ don’t act so coy. ’

‘ you! ’

‘ you don’t deserve them. ’

‘ you will never get away with this. ’

‘ i won’t rest until i find you again. ’ 

‘ how dare you pretend to be her friend. ’

‘ does she know the truth about you? ’

‘ how could you do this? ’

‘ this isn’t you. ’

‘ i will be the one who kills you. ’

TO FRIENDS : 

‘ don’t act like you care. ’

‘ i never saw this coming. ’

‘ i’d call it an uneasy alliance if anything. ’

‘ you’re not so bad. ’

‘ i’m trying to trust you, but that’s going to take some time. ’

‘ just because we’re friends doesn’t mean i’m going any easier on you. ’

‘ i’m glad i have you now. ’

‘ try to keep up. ’

‘ so we’re cool now? ’ 

‘ don’t feel like you have to leave just because i got here. ’

TO LOVERS : 

‘ we shouldn’t be doing this. ’

‘ we’ve come a long way, you and i. ’

‘ one more time? for old times’ sake. ’

‘ i want you. ’

‘ i don’t care about anything else. ’

‘ you’re the one for me. ’

‘ i can’t deny it anymore. ’

‘ come to me. ’ 

‘ i just wanted to let you know… ’

‘ please, stay. ’

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His side profile. I'm gonna eat him.

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𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐃  &  𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄    (a  series  of  nonverbal  prompts .   mature  themes  present ,   ‘ my ’  muse  belongs  to  the  one who  posted  the  meme  -  send   “ + REVERSE ”   to  reverse  the  prompts .)

→     𝐈 .    GENERAL

❛   hush .   raise  a  finger  in  a  gesture  to  silence  my  muse . ❛   sit .   gesture  for  my  muse  to  sit  down . ❛   door .   hold  a  door  open  for  my  muse . ❛   tap .   tap  my  muse  on  the  shoulder  to  garner  their  attention . ❛   hunger .   give  my  muse  something  to  eat  /  drink . ❛   cook .   present  my  muse  with  home - cooked  food . ❛   brush .   work  a  brush  /  comb  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   read .   silently  read  a  book  alongside  my  muse . ❛   hand .   hold  out  a  hand  for  my  muse  to  take . ❛   dressed .   help  my  muse  put  on  an  article  of  clothing . ❛   note .   give  my  muse  a  note  saying :   [ content ] . ❛   amplify .   turn  up  the  music  in  the  car .

→     𝐈𝐈 .    ANGST

❛   patch .   help  my  muse  patch  up  a  wound . ❛   night terrors .   hold  my  muse  after  they  wake  up  from  a  nightmare . ❛   company .   silently  sit  with  my  muse  to  comfort  them. ❛   hospital .   my  muse  is  told  that  yours  is  in  the  hospital . ❛   revelation .   show  my  muse  evidence  of  a  lie  they  told . ❛   indulge .   find  my  muse  drinking  to  cope . ❛   downfall .   find  my  muse  collapsed  on  the  ground . ❛   console .   comfort  my  muse  as  they  cry . ❛   nurse .   give  my  muse  company  in  the  hospital .

→     𝐈𝐈𝐈 .    AFFECTIONATE

❛   wink .   wink  at  my  muse .  ❛   wrap .   wrap  an  arm  around  my  muse’s  [ shoulders  /  waist ] . ❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face . ❛   tousle .   mess  playfully  with  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   chest .   place  your  head  on  my  muse’s  chest .    ❛   comb .   comb  fingers  through  my  muse’s  hair . ❛   grasp .   run  to  my  muse  &  jump  into  their  arms . ❛   lean .   lean  on  my  muse’s  shoulder . ❛   tender .   kiss  my  muse  on  the  [ forehead  /  cheek  /  nose ] . ❛   abrupt .   kiss  my  muse  out  of  the  blue . ❛   chaste .   chastely  kiss  my  muse . ❛   good morning .   kiss  my  muse  the  morning  after . ❛   volumes .   gaze  at  my  muse  in  a  way  that  silently  says  ‘i love you’ .

→     𝐈𝐕  .    VIOLENT

❛   strike .   [ slap / punch ]  my muse in the face . ❛   gun .   wield  a  gun  at  my  muse . ❛   twist .   twist  my  muse’s  arm  behind  their  back . ❛   throttle .   aggressively  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   parch .   burn  my  muse  with  a  hot  object . ❛   take down .   forcefully  bring  my  muse  to  the  ground . ❛   gouge .   wield  a  sharp  object  at  my  muse . ❛  shunt .   shove  my  muse  backwards . ❛  stickup .   yell  at  my  muse  to  put  their  hands  in  the  air. ❛  shoot .   [ fatally  /  non-fatally ]   shoot  my  muse . ❛  stab .   stab  my  muse with a  [ knife / other object ].

→     𝐕 .    NSFW

❛   surprise .   send  an  unexpected  nsfw  image  to  my  muse . ❛   pin .   push  my  muse  against  a  [ wall,  table,  other ] . ❛   go down .   go  down  on  my  muse . ❛   choke .   intimately  wrap  your  hands  around  my  muse’s  throat . ❛   belt loops .   pull  my  muse  closer  by  their  belt loops . ❛   skinny dipping .   go  skinny  dipping  with  my  muse . ❛   rip .   tear  a  piece  of  clothing  from  my  muse’s  body . ❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

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I simply have no words.

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Edna St. Vincent Millay, from The Collected Poems of E. M; “True Encounter,”

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⟨ YOU LOVE HIM? ⟩ – 𝐈 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘.

He is a wolf – a hunter ; ferocious, rapacious, ravenous. Raised to bare his teeth and sink them into others, to use sharp, jagged claws to shred and tear – one might think he is incapable of feeling something such as love. But oh, it turns out he can. The wolf is starved for touch, for taste. If they allow him such things, he will grow hungrier. Not just for any touch, any taste. For theirs, and theirs alone. And when a wolf loves, it is with a ferocity. Yet, there is an inherent softness within. He'll turn over, show his underbelly – allow them to see his scars. To know him.

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Alexi – why do you look like you're going to bust out of every shirt you own?

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Alexi has no last name. He's sure he had a family name – perhaps his mother even told him, long ago – but it has been lost. He never knew his father. He died when Alexi was too young to remember, in a gang related incident. He's sure his mother told him the details. But he didn't listen. He didn't care. Why should he? And even if his mother told him her family name, Alexi has no desire to carry that on, either. He hated his mother. And even now, as she is buried and long-rotted somewhere, he still hates his mother. So, he is Alexi. Simply just – Alexi.

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"Put your hands where i can see them."

Ever-dark, ever-damp. They exist in an endless night – deep, deep underground. No light touches them. It dare not, it could not. It would fracture, become lost in the jowls of the underworld. So they would remain, never knowing the feel of the light on wretched skin. Perhaps they would hiss at such a thing.

Hunters, they were. Predators stalking in the night, teeth bared, ferocious – they wait in the shadows – to pounce, to shred. Even the deadliest would give a look over their shoulder, a second glance at dark corners. And when they didn't? Oh, the consequences could be dire – if they encounter ferocity to match their own.

But even the merciless could give warning. 'Put your hands where I can see them.' A familiar voice. A growl, a snarl – hunter meets hunter. The Ackermann demands.

Alexi remains, head turns towards the other while his back faces him. It's a dangerous position, but sudden movements would lead to conflict, and perhaps to meet his fate. So he complies; his hands slowly rise to level with his head. A bloodied knife in one, nothing in the other. He had been looting the corpse when Levi arrived.

❛ We can't keep meeting like this, Ackermann. ❜ He practically purrs, swatting at the heavy, bloody air between them. His claws are sharp, but he doesn't swing. Levi is not prey. He would err with caution. A nod to the body before him. ❛ You know this guy? ❜ Well, knew. ❛ Or are you here because you missed me? ❜

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“how am i supposed to focus when you look at me like that?” / sabina

❛ Who says you're supposed to focus? ❜ Alexi gives her a sly grin. His fingers tap against the splintery table underneath. No, he won't stop giving her those eyes. Those playful eyes that said – no, asked – so much underneath the surface. ( You feel it too, don't you? That fire between us, the one neither of us remember lighting. )

❛ If you wanted to focus, you wouldn't have come here. ❜ No, the Underground was no place to do work. And his home especially was no place to focus. So, why was she here? Well – Alexi could put two and two together. So he continues to grin, his eyes continue to watch – wander. Two can play at this game.

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It is a marvel, how far they had come. It seems not long ago that she had wandered into the cruel jaws of the Underground, only to be discovered by him. Not plucked out, no – Alexi himself had not even escaped its hold, but he knew how to survive. He would show her the way, ensure her safety. In turn, she would reveal herself to him. And in time, Alexi found himself desiring her.

At heart, Alexi is a wolf. Wild, greedy, voracious ; and he looks at her now with a hunger. She pads towards him, slowly, softly – prey treading towards the mouth of the beast, the monster that lie in wait. He watches her closely as she strips herself of her garments, revealing the soft skin underneath. And as she straddles his waist and guides his hand to her breast, he feels just how soft she is. He squeezes it, his thumb circling its peak. A Warrior, she calls herself. A fearsome title – yet she seems to melt underneath his touch.

A breathy demand falls from her lips, and her hips begin to move. He follows suit. Alexi wraps an arm around her waist, his forehead softly knocking hers as he rests it against her. He feels himself growing underneath her, only spurred on by the symphony of soft moans that escape her. A rumbling grunt escapes his throat ; he's driving her crazy like this. His breath is hot against skin, until she moves to press her lips to his. It isn't long before Alexi is deepening it ; his tongue slips into her mouth, and he tastes her. Oh – the wolf getting a taste of something so sweet. He fears he will get drunk on it ; he wants more.

But she's soon pulling back, her kisses relocating to his neck, then his chest, then his stomach. As she lowers, his eyes watch her closely. Lithe digits begin to tug at his waistband – she's asking permission to proceed. ( Oh, precious thing. ) Alexi's hand reaches out, his fingers brushing against the side of her face. A nod follows. Permission granted.

Once again, he lies in wait – silent, studying. Yet, even the hunter is gentle with her. He'll let her take the lead. For a moment. As she tugs at his waistband, he assists her. As soon as the material is ridded, his hand moves to her hair. He finds himself thinking – she is beautiful.

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rays of moonlight filtered in between half-drawn curtains that hung across windows, illuminating the room and two figures in the middle of it. accalia was blanketed by this cosmic light from behind as she slowly and sensually slipped her pants down to her knees, kicking them the rest of the way off while simultaneously undoing the strings holding her blouse up. that too fell to the ground in a heap. now in her undergarments, the warrior kept her eyes fixed on her companion, watching him undress with a hawk-like intensity. she noticed the way his muscles rippled underneath skin and stepped forward to run her fingers over his biceps, marveling at the body he revealed to her, step by step. daring and somewhat eager, accalia straddled his waist and unclipped her bra. the fabric was annoying and in their way, so she removed it with a huff. she then brought one of his hands to cup her breast, lightly grinding her hips against his.

“ move with me. ”

she demanded in a breathless whisper, heartbeat louder now in the silence. all cricket sounds had ceased for the night, their songs abruptly ending once the orchestra of moans began. accalia was careful not to put all her weight on alexi at first, but gradually allowed him to support her body as she wrapped her arms around his back, holding on. the titan shifter’s eyes were half-lidded as she pressed her lips to his, eventually breaking them apart when she couldn’t breathe. she then peppered kisses from his neck down to his lower stomach, pausing just above his waistband before looking up and holding his gaze. she silently questioned whether they could go further, fingers playing with his waistband as she waited for confirmation.

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" can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ? "

His leg. Damn it. His fucking leg. Even through black cloth, Alexi could see the red soak him, seeping from the stab wound. Rosalie had taken care of their assailant, but they were both painfully aware of how the underworld worked. There would be more coming – and quickly. So, despite her inquiry – it was not a question of whether he could walk. Her second statement was far more accurate. He needed to.

❛ Fuck– ❜ Alexi groans, pressing his hand against the wound in attempt to stop the bleeding. He begins pushing his weight up, and he stumbles forward a bit. Rosalie, though small, moves to help him. He will not crush her with his weight – so he manages to regain his balance.

❛ It's fine. I can walk. ❜ He still hasn't tried, but once more – that did not matter. He knew she wouldn't leave him there, and he knew that this very well could be a death sentence for even them, if they weren't careful. So, he ignores the pain, the ache, the burning as he pushes himself up to stand. His body threatens to black out, but he will persevere. ❛ Let's go. ❜