Emily. 19. INFP. . Sanguine Weeaboo at heart. Equally in love with Levi and bakeries.

Anonymous asked:
Prompt! Priest Erwin performing exorcism on possessed Levi
uro-boros replied:

He finds God at fifteen and he takes the cloth at twenty-one.

He meets Levi at thirty. God has a sense of humor, a father once told Erwin; perhaps in warning, he had added in a graver tone that God also had a way of testing.

Erwin understands that now.

Levi is clothed in black, like Erwin, except his black manifests in the leather jacket he wears and in the heavy bags under his eyes. His lip is nearly always split—the first time they speak to each other, he eyes Erwin’s stole and crosses his heart in a gesture that is as practiced as it is sarcastic. “Domini canes,” he says, his bloodied lip curling unkindly.

"Hound of the Lord," Erwin agrees, smiling in spite of himself.

Levi snorts.

It’s an imperfect meeting. 

Levi is twenty-six, he finds out later, and running from something that he won’t name, except to say it’s his past. He never comes into the church, despite how many times Erwin asks him to, but he stares at the stained glass from the outside with something like longing. This is his test, Erwin believes: Levi is young and lost, and Erwin wants to bathe him in the light of God.

He would look beautiful in it, Erwin’s certain.

The thought sticks.

And then it consumes.

Levi is twenty-six and the curve of his face is delicate. Erwin has only ever wanted God, but he suddenly wants Levi—not carnally, not in refutation of his vows, but he wants Levi at the pulpit beside him, a quiet, steady weight under his hand. He wants to see Levi saved.

"What do you think about Lucifer?" Levi asks one night, perched on the steps of the church. His lip is bloodied at the corner this night, his knuckles a blossom of purples. Erwin wraps them carefully, ritualistically. "Isn’t he the big evil?"

"No," Erwin says. "I think he was jealous of God’s love for humans, and it drove him to terrible things."

Levi sucks on his lip. His eyes are dark and intent on Erwin’s face. “Yeah,” he says slowly, “I think I get that.”

maybellblossom:

It just occurred to me…
From the moment Jack realizes what his center is to the point of the final snowball fight where North gives him the little figurine… There is no time in which North could have gone back to the pole to create the doll.
Which means he knew from the beginning what Jack’s center was, but like any great father/mentor character he knew that Jack needed to learn it on his own.
Santa has just gone up in my book several notches.

maybellblossom:

It just occurred to me…

From the moment Jack realizes what his center is to the point of the final snowball fight where North gives him the little figurine… There is no time in which North could have gone back to the pole to create the doll.

Which means he knew from the beginning what Jack’s center was, but like any great father/mentor character he knew that Jack needed to learn it on his own.

Santa has just gone up in my book several notches.

deducethegay:

imagine jim with a pudgy lil belly tho

jim being insecure about his lil belly (◡‿◡✿)

jim wearing suits that hide the lil belly (◡‿◡✿)

jim being too shy to take his top off in front of seb (◡‿◡✿)

seb loving the lil belly, worshiping it with kisses, and telling jim how gorgeous he is (◕‿◕✿)

jim flushing with pride and never feeling insecure about his appearance again because seb treats him like a god! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

LIL BELLY JIM