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menelaiad · 1 year

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hi! what are some of your fav menelaus headcanons??

oh anon you've done it now

tall. like. 6ft tall.

not broad. muscley and clearly strong. but leaner. aga and ajax and the like are certainly wider than him.

has been tall a long time. grew very fast. pissed of aga in the process. has a habit of curving his shoulders because of this. trying to appear shorter than he is.

a follower. hence the shoulder thing. he spent a lot of his formative years just. following aga. listening to aga. he was the second son. he wasnt set up for kingship or anything so he was kinda just left.

protected a lot by aga. i feel like menelaus' kinder nature was allowed to grow and flourish and wasnt CRUSHED by atreus because aga ... protected him. menelaus could be himself around aga.

ginger.

grew his hair fucking super long in sparta like the spartan men. even before the marriage to helen. because of the exile and tyndareus' kindness he just felt like sparta was home. so he kinda ... assimilated himself as soon as he could.

goes freckley in the sun.

he always makes a habit to use helen's name. not an epithet. or a title. her name is Helen.

due to not being prepped for kingship. menelaus can not read or write very well. if at all. he's even dictated to or gets people to write for him. after he became king he probably learnt the basics? but i feel all of atreus' energy went to aga (who also cant fucking read tbh)

i personally think menelaus was kinda ugly. or not like. conventionally handsome. but he's just such a nice freakin dude that people can't help but like him.

menelaus likes birds.

despite his. usually dormant nature. menelaus inherits atreus' anger. and it comes out in bursts. like strong. violent outbursts. like you see in book 3 with paris. when menelaus just drags him around and beats him. it's explosive and heated. it burns hot and dies just as quickly. but that is very atreus of him.

menelaus suffers from aches in his wrist after the paris fight and also he develops a limp from the wound in his thigh where he was shot with an arrow.

emotional. very emotional. with both the good and the bad. feels every emotion very strongly. feels others emotions (agaMEMNON in IOA) very strongly.

sharp features. sharp jaw. sharp nose. high cheekbones.

expressive as all hell. raises his eyebrows. makes faces. he is feeling things and his face will tell you what.

laughs a lot. not afraid to laugh and smile. smiles with his teeth a lot.

his smiles never quite reach his eyes but we'll move on from that.

develops a really close friendship with pat over the course of the war. that stems from them meeting at the suitor thing and they had lil chats then. often laments to him about how different things would be if helen had chose pat instead.

loses his fucking MARBLES when antilochus dies. i feel like the atreus anger would have come out again here.

after pat's death and him returning the body, achilles beats him to shit and menelaus doesn't fight back. he takes the blame ...... and the beating.

unintentionally always one of the funniest people in a room. is funny without even realising he's being funny. makes helen cry laughing several times.

i believe he was meant to marry clytemnestra. or at least that was the OG plan. they have a lot of fond yet awkward memories of each other.

blames himself for aga's death. and by extension - cly's.

iphigenia inherited the HOA red hair. watching her get sacrificed fucked him up tbh.

hermione is so SO SO important to him. especially as she was conceived around the whole 'sterile curse' thing in sparta. she is like a lil miracle to him.

honestly? can sometimes be a bit of a bitch.

gonna stop here cause that got REALLY long. but there's a handful of random ones that i wrote as they came into my head SDFGHJKL

#long post for ts ///#i have a lot of menelaus headcanons #like for his whole life #but here's a Taster #u know i love this man #someone: menela-#me: chats PURE WHAM for 147 hours #i also project onto menelaus and believe he has seizures #but that literally stems from 13 year old me projecting when i suffered my first seizre

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wolfsbane44 · 1 year

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--Break Me-- Cassian x Azriel x Nesta

Summary: Nesta cant stop thinking about her mate, noticing someone else is watching only makes her want him more. She begs for it.

Warnings: NSFW! 18+, FILTH, ABSOLUTE FILTH. f! masturbation, Oral (f!/m! receiving), bondage, choking, praise kink, penetration, dp, unprotected sex, bisexual tendencies, Dom/sub/switch, ITS ALL HERE!

This is lengthy (hint hint lol) but YES SO WORTH IT!, Let me know if you want more. 2903 words.

Nesta had been thinking of Cassian all morning. Through training, through her horribly bland lunch of eggs and toast. The way he had come undone just at the touch of her hand through his leathers. Her hand slightly grazed the spot on his wing that made him come crashing down from the stars in the hallway in the House of Wind. She knew that Azriel had been listening to them- just as the next morning when she let Cassian fuck her throat. She was so raw that she could barely speak that afternoon when Clotho had given Nesta her daily work assignment. Level 5 was where she left off yesterday, knowing that was what awaited her brought comfort as there weren't many priestesses to talk to. Letting her body, mind, and throat rest.

Nesta thought she saw Gwyn out of the corner of her eye but when she turned no one was there. She spun around to resume her never-ending reshelving when before her stood Merrill. Knowing she was about to get a tongue lashing- not the kind she preferred- Nesta took a small breath- to let her thought to pass over her and let it go. Her Valkyrie training had proven its value time and time again when the gods-forsaken Merrill came to visit her. Drowning out words for breaths letting each thought wash over her and then leave. Her mind wandered to her mate. Cassian. She wondered if he enjoyed the taste of what she could do for him. Hoped it left him longing for more. Wondering why Azriel listened in each time, longing to interrupt. Merrill finished her argu- bitching- that's what it was, all she was good at anymore. Ever since she found Nesta replaced ONE book for Gwyn.

Nesta sat in her bath soaking after she had cleaned up. The house had offered her a new scented potion that she had absolutely decided was her favorite. Lemongrass and ylang-ylang, the scent of desperate longing spring. Maybe Nesta decided after all just because one bad thing came from The Spring Court didn't mean it was all bad. She had thanked the house for the gift, acknowledged with a breeze from the curtains in the bathing room. As quickly as that wind had started it came to a halt. There was a soft and gentle knock on her door. Not Cassian, his was much heavier, more urgent- needy. Azriel. Nesta yelled for him to come in, reaching for her towel and robe. One look at the shadowsingers face let her know what he was thinking-needing. She knew he hadn't bedded anyone in years, although she couldn't imagine a night without some type of release. Even at her own hand. She had never seen emotion on Az’s face before other than when he let people see it. She knew this was pure desperation, he wanted her to know. “Cassian and I won't be back in time for training tomorrow so Clotho agreed to let you work in the morning and train in the evening.” With those words, Az was gone just as quickly and quietly as he had come.

Nesta settled into bed, fresh clean linen caressing every new muscle and curve. Welcoming her bare skin into warmth. Her mind floated to her mate and what he could do to her. She had taken him in her mouth. All of him. In her mind that itself was a victory as she had never seen a man or high fae with so much to offer. Cas often joked about his wingspan being proportionate to his member, she just thought he was kidding, but now knew that to be true. Wingspan… Azriel had an even bigger wingspan than Cas, she wondered if that too had --cauldron blessed she needed to quit thinking about this. She could feel her wetness and heat at her core. She tried to push her mind back to her mate and think about all of the ways she wanted him to take her. On the bed, in the bath, on the wall, the dining table, the private library, she wanted to feel his tongue against her bud. Wanted not to just see and hear his reaction to his first taste of her core, but what he would feel.

This thought had Nesta squirming in her sheets. She lowered a hand to her breast and kneaded it as if it were Cassian's hands touching her. Leaving a sharp pinch on the brim of her nipple as she let her hand explore further. With her other hand on her breast, she explored the wetness between her soft but swollen folds. Arousal pooling on the bed below. Her finger began working slow gentle circles on her clit. Occasionally dipping down to collect wetness and bring it back up. Nesta brought her fingers to her mouth and suckled on them, almost whimpering at the thought that she could beg Cassian to do this to her. She knew he would make her beg for more, so she teased herself. Letting those small circles roar into quick hard passes to stop and plunge her fingers into her core. Spreading herself out, she didn't want to cum. She wanted to be stretched out and absolutely fucked raw before that release.

She knew Azriel and Cassian had left to deal with lord knows up at the camps so she was alone tonight. She knew she could do whatever she pleased. She asked the house not to snoop on her prior and to completely disappear until she asked for it to return. Knowing that she was truly alone she made her way to the private study completely nude, carrying a stone-hard phallus in her hand. Nesta splayed herself before a window, seeing the stars and the city below, no one knowing what she was doing. She felt the cold stone in her hand and introduced it to her entrance. Teasing and whining- there were no stopping her moans when she had thrust it inside. Feeling the stretching, slightly painful but beyond pleasurable. Her other hand returned to make small gentle circles on her clit. Sliding the member in and out of her ever so gently at first had now turned into hard and fast thrusts. Nesta felt that tightness in her core beginning to wash over her just as she heard footsteps behind her. Fuck.

“Holy Mother” Azriel whispered. Cassian standing next to him with his own arousal hardening in his leathers, siphons glowing a bright firey red. Nesta quickly collapsed and covered herself with whatever she could find. Embarrassment and anger came to her already blushed face. She didn't know what to say, as both men looked at her in awe. They weren't supposed to be home, they had told her that! Something must have happened. Neither said anything, but Cas swallowed hard. Nesta didn't get her release and both could sense this in her- sense her longing. “ I can help you if you want” Cas finally breathed. Nesta stopped and thought of what she truly wanted. Them both. “ I am calling in my bargain…. To both of you,” Cassian's eyes shooting daggers at Azriel. Nesta had told them that she wanted them both, she admitted to knowing Azriel had lingered, listening to everything days prior. Cas had his argument already blasting in his mind but Nesta stopped him. “ I know this isn't the first time you two have pleasured a female together is it?”

Cas didn't answer but instead, Azriel let out a small chuckle. “ You think we haven't been down this road before sweetheart? I know more about his cock than even he does!” Cassian began laughing, almost to cover up the hurt that his mate wanted someone else. He pushed that thought away, giving in to what she requested. “Are you sure you can handle both of us” Cas stated. A grin began making its way across her face when she felt the coolness of the shadows creep around her. They wanted to do this right, not in the library but in her bed. So every time she touched herself after this she would long for the pleasure they brought her tonight. They carried her into her bedroom and gently laid her down. A tingle soared across her back and her arm, where she knew that tattoos that sealed their bargain had begun to disappear. It was about to be completed

All at once lips were crashing into hers, hands to her breasts. She felt Cassian nibble at her breast, giving her a quick inhale that left Az smiling at her mouth. The look on their faces now primal. A Low growl escaped Az’s lips as his hand quickly came up and grasped her throat, bright blue siphons gleaming with pure power, relaxing into the grip she heard him say “How rough can you handle?” She could barely get out the words “ Break me” before they began working her. She knew Cas was large, but seeing the growth in Azriels pants made her wonder if she should be second-guessing herself now, but the more it grew the more she wanted all of him. Both of them.

Nesta felt fingers and shadows lingering down at her core. Of course, they both wanted the same thing. Cas --agonizingly--slowly pushed two digits into her. Curling up to find her sweet spot. Her body shuddered at the pleasure it sent through her. Taking his hands from her core he brought them to Az’s mouth, offering him a taste first. Azriels eyes darkened and his wings widened as he pushed his own finders inside her then brought them up to Cassian's lips to taste. This alone seeing them both feed each other her wetness, her taste, the selflessness of it…the fucking thoughts that flooded her head. She needed them now. “ Not so fast darling” Cassian jabbed at Nesta. “You are going to watch us first.” With those words shadows gripped her wrists and ankles, pinning her to the bed.

She was left whimpering and writhing in a pool of her own wetness. Watching those men run their fingers over each other's backs and wings, Cassian brought his hand to Azriels cheek. They had been through so much together, five hundred years and they loved each other more than anyone could possibly love. Looking so long into each other's eyes before they began their passionate kiss. Cassian reached for Azriels member, rubbing up and down. Nesta only now realized that both were completely undressed, completely hardened and wings began stretching out far as if an indicator of their pleasure. Blue and red lights gleamed and danced across the room. They only stopped when they had heard poor Nesta. Absolutely a mess and begging to be touched. They looked at each other, Az giving Cas a nod. Cassian's mouth was on her before she could react. His tongue swirling in all of her juices. Growling through his most primal instincts to breed her right here. Those vibrations sent tingles up Nesta's spine into her very soul.

Azriels shadows still holding her down and open for Cas, letting him take in all of her. He knelt beside her head as Cassian continued to work her core, Nesta feeling that tightening beginning to build. She begged Azriel to fuck her mouth, she wanted to be filled in every way possible. Harshly grabbing her face he hissed at her to shut up so he can fill her. Before she could come up with a snotty remark, Azriels tip was at her lips. She licked a small stripe across his head, sending his eyes rolling. “Good girl” Azriel whimpered. Those small but powerful words sent over her edge as Cassian had now been pumping his fingers in her and circling her clit with his tongue. He begged her to cum on his face, letting him feel and taste all of her arousal. Nesta screamed as she came crashing down into her high. Azriels cock fully thrusting in and out of her mouth, his shadows still gripping her down. Azriel pulled out to put his hand around her throat and Cassian still pumping his thick fingers in her pulled away from her clit. Both men telling her how beautiful she was and how they were going to be here teasing her all night. “I have never seen someone be able to take all of me in their mouth, let alone continue to as your orgasm ripped through you,” Azriel stated, glancing over to Cassian who was lining himself up with her swollen entrance.

Azriel let go of Nesta's throat, and released the shadows, letting Cassian take control now as he could see the begging in his eyes. Cassian pulled Nesta's body to his at the edge of the bed, he lined himself up and slowly, inch by everloving inch allowed Nestas pretty little cunt to swallow him. No one had ever taken his cock so well, knowing the sheer size of it was pushing deep into his mate. Pure bliss in her eyes. He began ever so slightly moving. Nesta grinding on him, meeting him thrust for thrust. Azriel moved behind Cassian to his ever-so-sensitive wings. Ilyrians were known for their wings to be just as sensitive, and some could even reach their high just by caressing them. Azriel knew Cassian's favorite spot on his wings. Reaching a hand to his left-wing making slow small circles biting Cassian's neck. Hearing a cry from not only Cassian but Nesta. His thick member touched Cas’s backside. Begging him to be touched, but Nesta wanted them both. She begged through whimpers for them both to be inside of her as Azriels cock replaced Cassian's. Not only longer but stretching her further. She was cumming in seconds around him. Cassian's mouth smashed into hers to hide her sounds. Sounds those men knew only they could bring from Nesta and no other woman.

Picking Nesta up off the bed Azriel continued lifting her up and down on himself allowing Cassian to come behind her. She had never done this before but she trusted them, They both had saved and protected her countless times before, knowing they wouldn't harm her and would stop if she asked. Feeling Cassian's tip plunge into her from behind was another wave of painful pleasure she was not ready for, removing one arm from around Azriels neck to place it on Cassian as he plunged himself into her. Azriel positioning Nesta for both of them now. Nesta craned her head back to Cassian's ear, leaning her head on his shoulder. She had never been filled like this before, both entrances begging for release as they thrust together. Azriels pleasure became closer and closer, he shot a glance to Cas, who put his hand around Nesta's throat. Az still moving her for the both of them Cassain moved his other hand to Azriels wings. Knowing the touch would send him over the edge. Small delicate circles brush the innermost part of Azriels wings. He began moaning and spilling himself inside of Nesta. This warmth had her seeing white as she just came down from her high, only to begin a new one. She could not truly see or hear but only felt the pleasure as his steaming juices poured into her. “That's it honey, good job, come on our fucking cocks” Azriel hissed into her ear, his siphons glowing along his body. Clamping down on Cassian sent him over the edge. All 3 cumming within seconds of each other. Azriel and Cassian not looking away from each other. Azriel did not stop moving Nesta until Cassian was fully empty. Slowing his movements so Cassian could kiss his mate. “Fuck, you are such a good girl,” he moaned bringing her back here to Prythrian from wherever her high had taken her.

Eyes fluttering open Nesta let out a small breath. Azriel handed her to Cassian as he pulled himself out. They knew she had been the only woman ever to be able to handle them both like that. With their sheer size alone not many had wanted to even hint at the idea of them both inside her at the same time. Azriel placed a kiss on Nesta's head and wished her good night after he drew a hot bath to clean her up. He would give them their space for cleaning up while he fixed her bed. Barely conscious she allowed her mate to clean her, carrying her to the bath, holding her. Making sure he washed every part of her ever so gently. Bruises danced along her wrists, ankles, and throat. A smile formed on his lips knowing she loved every second of what they had done to her.

Nesta sipped on some chamomile tea that Azriel had brought her as Cassian continued to wash over her entire body. She had asked to be broken and they truly had delivered. Sleep falling in her eyes she leaned on her mate. He let her, adjusting himself so he could hold her better in the warm water. “ I love you” is all she could mutter before drifting away. Cassian dried her off gently as though not to wake her. Carried her to her bed where Azriel had replaced the sheets and had warmed them. Tonight was the first night that Nesta did not wake screaming from fear or her nightmares. She knew she was forever safe with them.

#acotar #acotar smut #cassian acotar #azriel shadowsinger #nesta acosf #shadowsinger #bd/sm community #self love #this this this

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sunsp0tarchive · 21 days

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On Gabbi and Ellis and their relationship(s)

long post!!!

A post about my ocs relationship for once.. on the blog where i have mainly art of them anyways... surprising i suppose I often think "ah i will actually write this in my proper book, or i will make a comic about it" and then i never do, but i would be happy if people got to know them a bit better anyways. And it doesnt stop me from writing it out later on, in the detailed way i want to anyways.

I guess i wanted to explore a bit how these two come together, what they see in each other, and how that evolves over time. And how they evolve over time too. Ellis has never really been in a relationship at all, because of his literal physical isolation, he has very little experience in handling certain feelings. In the past, he experienced abuse and punishment for crying or saying his thoughts. He cant even properly identify his romantic feelings, in a way. Ellis craves human connection and physical connection (and i mean that in a non-sexual way too, he quite literally cannot stop putting his head on gabbis shoulders or lap or just hugging him, because it just makes him feel calm and happy.) Ellis is very emotionally stunted. This appears to other people from the outside as him being kind of cool, aloof, prince-like in a way. But the truth is that he is mostly stoic and socially awkward because he literally never had any other option. A deep sense of shame and self loathing underlines everything he feels , as well. Crying, in front of Gabriel, properly for the first time, is a good thing for him. Being met with kindness, understanding and concern when he is trying hard to suppress his negative emotions, is a big turning point for these two. I suppose i am getting a bit ahead of myself, but mostly their attraction to each other took root in both of them finding each other attractive. Gabbi in particular was hit immediately with a heavy, painful crush. Ellis always found both Anna and Gabriel attractive, but he truly grows to feel very strongly about Gabriel as they spend days in the library together, just talking and playing chess and doing whatever. Gabriel trying so hard to hold back his feelings, Ellis trying so hard to understand what hes feeling in the first place.

Gabriel has been in love once before, with someone he could not be with, Esra, who is a bit older than him and just didnt feel comfortable with their age gap (despite them being adults and all. Esra being 26 and Gabbi being 19.) And it weighed on his heart in a really terrible way. He tried to rush into a relationship with a man a few years back, but was treated badly, berated and it was overall a very toxic experience for him. Gabbi had kind of resigned himself to the idea that he wont find anyone again, knowing he couldnt be with Esra, who is deeply special to him. Then developing such powerful feelings for someone who is "in a relationship"(as it appeared that Anna and Ellis were getting together, quickly. Knowing his sister has never been in love before either, the conflict of not wanting to ruin something for her was weighing on him heavily.) it made him feel like he is cursed. He wants to love and care, he doesnt like conflict or stress. He wants to feel love without the burden of shame. To simplify things, their relationship starts off with noticing surface level beauty in each other, grows by listening to and understanding each other, and grows by them both changing significantly as people.

What traits do they appreciate most in the other? Ellis sees Gabriel as a very emotionally intelligent, competent, sweet person. Someone who has a gentle and understanding heart. But somehow also has a sense of hypercompetence to him. (A lot of this is just at the beginning, as Gabriel is horrifically overworked and a nervous wreck.) But his emotional intelligence and true ability to understand others, it means a lot to Ellis. Of course he also thinks gabbi is very cute, beautiful and elegant. He sees Gabbi as a prince, more than the other way around. Gabbi sees in Ellis, an independent, intelligent and very mysterious person at first. Ellis' intelligence and genuine inquisitiveness about his world and surroundings make Gabriel feel like he is having true, genuine conversations that make him feel fulfilled in a way. He loves to explain things to Ellis, and Ellis loves having things explained to him. He sees the soft, naive person underneath the aloof demeanor. Of course , physically , Ellis is extremely beautiful to him as well.

Gabbi is very emotionally dependent at first, very pathetic and attached. Ellis almost detached, not giving as much as Gabbi needs and wants. Theyre all over each other physically when they start their relationship, but it was hard for them to speak about deeper feelings. Ellis slowly learns to express his emotions, his desires as well. Not to dwell on it too much in this post, but their sexual dynamic also changes a lot over time. (i might make a post about it later too.) Gabbi grows to have a spine, to be less anxious, beautiful, confident, but also a bit selfish i suppose (he will of course keep growing, he is only 22-26 as far as im imagining rn.) . Ellis grows to let himself feel things. Becoming a bit blubbery and sad and dependent for a while too haha... But over a long time, both of them learn not to let constant shame weigh them down in their lives.

#gabriel #ellis #text post #long text #oc #original character #feel free to ask questions or anything about them i love that heheh #Finally i wrote about them

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outofcontexturi · 1 year

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sun 23rd oct 2022 19:16pm journal

im currently listening back to my podcast with Arsema yesterday. its 19:19pm. i think im home alone but i dont know. im sitting in darkness. yesterday was a good day. I went to Travis’ the day before because Cam and Molly had a birthday gathering. I also watched Reba and Tobi and Andre fucking murder their Macbeth project. couldn’t be happier for them. excited to hear what they’re doing. Then yesterday i woke up relatively early and just tried to sort myself out before midday. that didnt work but it was worth the shot. Im listening to some new Kirby right now. as im typing this. 19:23pm. I called Arsema yesterday after leaving Travis’ and linked up with her and her boyfriend Seb. caught up with her and told her about life without my mum currently, the pressures of second year and how third year is treating me. we also discussed how crazy this industry is. I must also add that her apartment is very very very beautiful. like its my type of place. interior designing seems real beautiful. ordered some Nando’s and watched Atlanta and THE BEAR. now guys, when i tell you The Bear is great television, I mean that shit! just very beautiful dialogue and acting alike. what a beautiful cast. Juliet also said that she doesnt have the emotional or mental capacity to talk about whatever is/has gone on with us. I think she’s scared of the truth in some way. i dont know. currently listening to Where I Go by Anderson Paak & H.E.R. i think i need some water. might go and get some. i’ll be right back. that was necessary. the more i see people, the less judgement is have towards them cause im deeping we are all just having a human experience and how that isn’t limited to “every day acts” that we all perform and that sometimes or many times people will do something outside of the norm if you look at the right time or if you look long enough. i hope tomorrow is good to me. kinda regret spending that £17 on five guys (fast food establishment). I was reading a book from Huey P Newton this morning; something Arsema let me borrow. It’s called “revolutionary suicide”. i’m like 16 pages into it and im already moved by how he speaks on his childhood and early experience in America and how loving his family was in a time of such economic and racial turmoil. very very interesting read so far. i wanna have read at least 40 pages by the end of the night. I’ll be reading after i’ve done this. i think i’ve got used to being alone in a house now. like it feels normal. this was one of my fears growing up. just the fear that i’ll hear things that aren’t there or see things i dont want to. but really and truly its the power of my mind projecting that stuff on to me. and im feeding it. being home alone isn’t as terrible as i’ve made it out to be. so far so good. make no mistake though, i really do miss my mother and would prefer her here right now but im getting stronger every day. or at least more resilient. I dont know what im going to do with this Juliet situation cause im going into a rep with her this term, I dont have the energy to argue with her about small things or blow mid level things out of proportion cause i have alot of resentment for her still inside me and it wont go without having a conversation with her. being at Arsema’s today made me realise how comfortable i am being there vs when i was at Juliet’s. its so interesting. i want to have peace with her but not at the expense of losing myself trying to please her in the process. i love myself too much to do that and i make no apologies for it. it’s not even like i need her in my life. i dont. i’ve been living without her just fine since she stopped speaking to me so if she is to leave my life again i wont chase after her. i feel like i cant be her friend until i speak up about how she’s made me feel. how she sold me out. and then just re appeared out of nowhere? like what do you want from me? why do you keep coming back into my life? it’s not like i asked you to be here, you know? I do appreciate what Arsema did for me yesterday though. that’s a real friend. i dont exactly know what i’ll do with my evening but edibles will be involved and water and candles. stay tuned folks! sign out time: 20:04pm. toodles!

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komiago · 5 years

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gotta work hard so my kids can have the childhood astrid lindgren wrote about

#listen. i cant even think about her books without getting emotional #my little brother was reading the bullerby children and i cried just looking at the illustrations???#astrid lindgren #literature #warmcore #childhood

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beann-e · 3 years

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haikyu characters with insecure s/o

inarizaki boys with insecure s/o

⚠️ tw mentions of slight ed

suna

-I doubt that he’ll care based on his personality. Most likely he wouldn’t even notice I know people like to say ‘ well when he really cares about someone’

-no .. I genuinely think he won’t care if you believe him or not because to him why would he be dating you if he didn’t think you were an all around great perosn

Your boyfriends eyes looked up from his phone legs twitching in anxiousness as he followed your soft eyes across the room landing on a girl that sat at the far end of the restaurant.

Your hand coming up so you could fiddle with it looking out the corner of your eye to find suna already looking at her

‘ god I knew it — he is looking at her kinda hard not to when she takes up the whole room ‘

You felt your body grow hot as you imagined yourself looking like her.

What would it be like to be her height, to be her weight and not have people talk about you , what would it be like to have a clear conscience free of self doubt ?

You sighed as you nibbled on the inside of your cheek trying to get out of your explosive mind. Breath only quickening when you felt sunas face turn to you before he scoffed and looked back to his phone in interest

“ tch her shoes are untied “

your eyebrows furrowed “ w-what “ your eyes darted over to the girl before dropping to her shoes “ h-her shoes are untied “

you shook your head before speaking “ but suna isn’t — don’t you think she’s pretty “

“ her shoes are untied “

“ yeah but — she’s pretty ? I don’t understand “

“ her shoes are untied “

“ what the hell suna why is that what you care about when she’s going on a remarkable height and she’s beautiful with clear skin that I work super hard to get I mean you’ve seen me try to every night with my routines “

he shook his head as if not listening to you before continuing to play a game on his phone that seemed to have all his attention

“ baby her shoes are untied “

“ what does— “

“ if she cant do something as small as tying her own shoes who’s to say she can care about any of the small things that I find important in a relationship “

your eyebrows relaxed “ I understand it may not seem like a big deal to you because you think she’s beautiful so her shoelaces don’t matter but if she can walk around with open shoe laces — who’s to say she won’t walk around with an open relationship? “

he made his character move around the screen as he sighed “ little things go a long way in my book and they mean a lot to me first impressions are everything “

You watched as his face remained stoic while he spoke in disinterest “ I don’t like hers “

you somewhat felt discouraged if he felt this strongly about shoelaces what did he feel about you ?

what about when you forgot to wash a dish ?

what about when you forgot to take a shower or even brush your hair that day ?

what if you’d forgotten to tie your shoes would he hate you and want to break up?

you moved slowly to push yourself away from the table trying to see if your shoelaces were tied only for sunas voice to come out In deep authority his annoyance playing in his voice next to you

“ stop babe your wearing flats “

you bit your bottom lip in fear he sounded annoyed and genuinely exhausted . You couldn’t help it just so many things were running through your mind that you may have done wrong

he moved to set his phone down on the table the word loser sprawled across the screen you knowing he gave up his gameplay for you making you feel even worse knowing that he’d never stop playing on his phone for anyone else

You bit harder at your lip as he turned to you his hands coming up right one to cradle your face and left to try to pull your lip from you teeth’s deathly hold

“ y/n come on let go “

you felt your body give in releasing your lip that had started to bleed you hadn’t even noticed how hard it was tucked away

he rubbed the small amount of blood away with his thumb onto a napkin wiping his hand off afterward to look into your eyes as he squished your face

his words having meaning as he spoke looking deeply into your eyes “ your fine y/n — you tie your shoelaces babe I swear “

Osamu

- Hes a bit more chill about it but also spots it quickly and immediately shuts it down. He hates you feeling insecure and will do nearly anything to make the feeling go away including giving you his lunch.

-but over time you stop accepting his lunch and that’s when he knows he needs to put his foot down because this insecurity thing is getting out of hand

“ y/n why aren’t you eating “

you smiled softly as you brung your head away from your boyfriend hands outstretched in a no motion as your eyes sprinted around the cafe looking for the one person who held everything you wanted

“ come on baby — your rice it’s getting cold “ his whiny voice came out as he clawed at your waist trying to pull you closer to him to get you to look at his pouted face.

“ fine whatever then i’ll just eat it all and i’ll never make you lunch again “ he puffed out as he moved to steal your second plate away he’d given you thinking it would encourage you to eat your first only for you to squint your eyes at a table in front of the both of you

His body moving on instinct to follow your eyes as you stared curiosily at the table.

His body turning hard as he noticed what was happening ‘ fucking hell ‘ he thought as he pushed the plate back in front of you ‘ again ‘

He moved to place his head on your shoulder speaking “ god look at ‘er she doesn’t even have any rice “

you tried to drown him out as he continued “ can you imagine actually enjoying yer lunch with no rice “ he scoffed “ almost sad “

he smiled as he dug his forehead into your shoulder “ but you eat rice baby “ he moved to kiss and nip at your neck “ and I love you for it your my rice baby “

“ r-rice baby “ he laughed “ osumu what is that babe“

“ ah I see that’s all it took huh ? “

“ hmm “

“ to get your attention away from the girl who lacks rice“

your eyebrows went down as you stared at her more.

Eyes racking over her plate before you looked down at yours eyes almost tearing up at that alone “ babe “

“ yes y/n “

“ can you go ge—just go get me a milk I swear i’ll drink it all “

he sat still for a moment forehead pressed to your neck before it fell to your shoulder and he finally dragged it down to the table.

His arm covering it giving his head its own home

“ hmm osumu babe can you do that i’ll give you the money back I swear I won’t waste it “

his voice came out soft as he hid his nervous emotion from you his bottom lip tucked away in his teeth right hand fidgeting with his pants

“ n-no you have to eat “

“ but osumu ple— “

“ e-eat first and i’ll go get the milk “ his eyes were creased in concern he knew he couldn’t look at you he would give in for the 5th time this week and just suck it up and go get the milk and leave you to eat no lunch and go all day without something to eat

“ I swear if you eat your lunch and f-finish it “ he started moving his legs in anxiousness

what if you hated him

“ then i’ll go get the milk “

“ why — “ you ripped your face away from the girls plate and turned to look at the back of your boyfriends head

“ osumu why are you doing this please — can you just go get the milk I didn’t bring my lunch card and I don’t have any money right now“

his leg moved up and down faster “ shit “ he let out quietly he knew he was cornered

“ baby I swear i’ll eat the lunch after the milk — swear it “

he knew there’d be no time for you to.

You’d have to eat one or the other and he just knew you would choose the milk

You two always did this he would give in and then go get it and come back and the bell would ring and you would leave your bento box and he would end up taking it home to stuff it full of the next days lunch

While he watched as you sat unhappily for the rest of the day.

Him hearing your stomach growling only for you to pass it off as the volleyball he just smacked down in his practice game

“ y/n babe — my love I can’t “

your body shook at his words

he can’t ?

“ you don’t have any lunch money or your card either ? “

he chewed into his lip harder “ no-no y/n I just I don’t want to “

your heart broke “ but osamu i’m hungry “

“ then eat the lunch I made for you in the bento box that you didn’t eat out of yesterday “

“ I—I don’t want that I want milk please “

“ why “ he got louder “ why do you want the milk huh“

“ because I “ you shut your mouth as he was now screaming to the ground his head still covered

could he not look at you ?

“ you don’t want the milk just because you want it you want the milk because that chick with no rice only drinks milk —- you want to be like her or some shit I know —I see it “

your heart dropped as it felt like your body had been weighed down “ what no I — I don’t “

“ yes you do why else are you always staring at her — you started working out — only drinking milk because she does it’s almost like she’s your inspiration isn’t that what you call it your body inspo“

“ i— osumu how dare you “

“ how dare I ? “ he laughed as his head whipped up to face you obvious hurt in his voice

“ how dare you when you make me watch you suffer and then you say shit like it’s fine i’ll eat at home only for me to call and your outside working out “

he grabbed your hands “ y/n baby this isn’t good ok you like food you love it so why are you so against it now “

you looked away as he pulled you into a hug

“ I know I can’t make you do anything but — please just eat your food today and then i’ll get you milk afterwards ok “

he moved to press a small kiss to your forehead as he moved the plate in front of you over “ let’s start working on ourselves today “

he placed the chopsticks in your shaky hand as he brung them up for a kiss “ we’ll create our own body inspo yeah ? “

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aruberto · 2 years

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Omg I love your chamber head canons!! I wonder how he would act around someone he genuinely liked? Would he be a suave like or be a mess?

chamber with his s/o (and bonus as a father)

post under the cut!

ok ok ok listen

a big big mess but wont show it

as i said in one of my previous posts he is slow with telling you about his feelings, he wants to makes sure its not only a temporary crush

but when he does confess he will be pretty straightforward with it (but it is visible that he is nervous during the confession)

say yes and i will guarantee he will pick you up to spin around and then kiss you

when you two are a couple he will do anything for you to make you feel good

will spoil you and buy you a lot of gifts especially clothes he thinks you will look good in

probably cried several times worrying if he is good enough for you and that he dont deserve you but you successfully reassured him that its all right and he dont do that anymore

if you will date him it will be long term for sure, no hooking up, no week long dating, he want to spend a long time with you thats why he confesses so late

is clingy and touchy with you especially in bed

when you go out he will hold you hand and give you small kisses but wont be too affectionate to keep his image of a cold businessman but will definitely reward you with cuddles and 'i love you's

flirts with you in french to fluster you (flirt back and this man will melt)

when he gets into protocol he makes sure you will get necessary protection and that you will be safe no matter what

will create rendezvous for you inside his protocol room so you can sneak around to visit him when he cant go home

if he had a s/o that was really sweet but turned out to be a gold digger and a bitch in general he would take a break in dating and be more cautious at first

will be jealous and overprotective about you but not to the point when its unhealthy

pays cypher to gain additional protection over you just in case

if youre an agent in protocol too he will do everything to work with you (he doesnt even need to try though, all agents think you are super effective when on missions together)

is very elastic about relationships so if you want to try something out go ahead and tell him

will take you out to fancy restaurants or on a night walks as a date and will make sure its super romantic

he would propose probably two years into relationship and would let you organize the wedding of your dreams (he just wants to see you happy while doing this he loves to see you smile)

if you get pregnant he will cry

he will be lost not knowing if he will be a good father

would leave his job as an agent until the child is old enough you can take care of it by yourself

wouldnt speak a lot about his emotions but will admit openly that he doesnt think he deserves you or the child

has zero knowledge about kids so buys books about parenting and stays up late to read them to be the best father he can

cries when the baby is born (from happiness ofc)

another option if you would be a single mother (lets say the father left when he learned that youre pregnant) and oh boy

he will take care of you two even more repeating how the father was terrible for leaving such a great woman because of a equally great child

even if he would be so caring and loving for you he has to disappear a lot for longer periods of time for work but you know he will always come back and give you all his love once he sees you again so you dont have to worry about this

would never cheat on you

if some random woman will hit on him during a party, lets just say she will kiss him without his consent

oh boy he will be mad

but he is a gentleman so he will not shout at her or hit her, he will try to calmly explain to her he is not interested while trying to search for you in the crowd

will apologize for this even if its not his fault he will feel guilty

#valorant chamber #valorant ask #valorant

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mageofcolors · 2 years

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((Gimme your gamer birb headcanons (pls)))

YES OKAY SO

-he is ace and cant tell romantic feelings from platonic ones but he sure is a romantic and dramatic enough that one simple nice thing someone does for him and he will give them all his affection

-he is autistic bc heck yea

-he is really good at reading and writing!

-he writes fanfiction for his favorite games but he's too nervous to share them with anyone except noelle, who is super encouraging to him

-he wants to be a world famous author one day but he's a perfectionist who can't seem to get very far into writing his story without scrapping most of it and starting over

-he's a big fan of fantasy rpg games and fantasy books!

-he tries to read nonfiction to seem smart and educated but he actually doesn't find those books very interesting

-in the canon i dont think he even knows he's ace yet. he just always assumed he was a straight dude and never really took the time to consider it. but when he gets older and gets surrounded by a lot of media he cant quite relate to he will figure it out lmao

-he sometimes has trouble pronouncing words. he slurs his r's a lot

-he enjoys music a lot and whistling along to it

-he became best friends with noelle when they were both 12. this is soon after the holidays and the dreemurr's drifted apart, and soon after dess's disappearance

-berdly knows about as much about what happened to dess as noelle does, but he dares not bring up the subject unless noelle brings it up first

-he can be really bad at reading other people's emotions and he struggles to find ways to communicate that. i think eventually he has a long talk with ralsei about communicating and 1. giving people a chance to answer and not interrupting them, and 2. not jumping to assumptions and actually asking questions instead

-he may have some sort of feelings for susie but when he finds out noelle likes her he learns to put those feelings aside and supports her

-he and ralsei actually become good friends because ralsei is one of the few people who will really listen to what berdly says. berdly thinks of them as bros. ralsei feels more like a therapist but he doesn't mind it so much

-berdly has a really good memory and that's why he gets good with math tutoring. even if he doesn't always quite understand it, he remembers examples from his homework enough to notice that the problems on the tests are often the same

-when he finds out about kris being controlled he declares himself the main character of the story and that the player should be controlling him, not kris. kris was pissed at him for saying something like that so recklessly but they were also kinda just done with his bullshit. actually wait this sounds like a fun au idea-

#deltarune #berdly #donk post #donk answer #im accepting more hc asks!!#anything deltarune related!! come talk to me

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soupthatistohot · 3 years

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Sk8 headcannons because brainrot pt. 2

- everything Reki has ever taught himself has been because of the wonderful world of YouTube tutorials

- Kojiro wanted to get his ears pierced in highschool like Kaoru, but he didn't do it because he was afraid of tarnishing his image (which is ironic when he gets a massive tattoo later in life)

- Langa doesn't like cats because he thinks they're mean

- there’s a stray cat that lives near Langa’s house and even though he doesn’t like cats, he leaves out milk and some fish for it sometimes because he feels bad

- Langa has never had a pet except a goldfish he won at a carnival once that he managed to keep alive for four years somehow.

- Kaoru technically needed glasses in high school, but he didn't wear them because he just didn't care at the time (until his vision grew poor enough that it affected his skating)

- Miya gets called a furry by Reki on the daily

- Reki has some knowledge in video editing and has considered starting a YouTube channel

- Langa has a diary, something he started after his father died. At first he didn't really know what to write, so he would just talk about his day, but eventually he got to the emotions part. The diary was especially useful during his fight with Reki in which he was trying to figure out his emotions (it was also useful when he realized he might have an itty bitty crush on his best friend)

- Joe is the biggest dad friend of the group in terms of doting on the kids and giving advice and stuff. Both Reki and Langa come to him often for advice, and Miya hangs around his restaurant a lot.

- Langa has one (1) succulent that he has managed to keep alive for three years. Its name is Gary, and it may not be the prettiest, but it is not dead yet!

- Reki never tells his mother when Langa is coming over and she's trained herself to just expect a lanky Canadian to be wandering around her house at any time.

- It took Kojiro a really long time to figure out his sexuality (and that's valid!!)

- Hiromi has been hopelessly in love with his manager for three years and has tried on multiple occasions to confess to her, but either something interrupts them or there's some sort of misunderstanding about it. Those are his more violent nights at "S".

- After befriending Reki, Langa and Miya, Hiromi is a little more careful about his tools of sabotage during beefs (and he lowkey feels guilty for injuring Reki in the beginning)

- Kaoru and Reki are actually closer than one might think. Reki ends up asking him for advice just as much as he asks Kojiro.

- Reki can't do something mundane without his ears being occupied. He ends up listening to music or podcasts a lot when he does chores or is working on a board alone (but if Langa is there with him, he'll talk his ear off instead).

- Miya's family isn't particularly bad, they're just a little distant. They assume everything is okay because Miya's so successful with school and skating, and they trust his integrity (which makes it very easy for him to sneak out to "S"). He doesn't really talk to them (or anyone, really) about his struggles.

- When Miya and Koyomi meet, he shows her all his video games and suddenly Reki's little sister is a gamer girl

- Langa almost wore a long-sleeved top to the beach and Reki had to go make him change before they left ("you'll melt in that, are you crazy?!")

- Kojiro knew damn well that Kaoru had a business trip and that the gang was going to the beach, but all other parties were unaware. He just decided to tag along as to not be left out.

- Kaoru trims his own hair, as he finds salons to be ridiculously overpriced for those with long hair

- Reki dogsits for his next door neighbor sometimes, they have a shiba named Onigiri (rice ball).

- Kojiro’s pennant was a gift from Kaoru and he wears it literally all the time except in water (so it doesn’t get ruined)

- Reki’s father is pretty absent, so Oka takes it upon himself to look after him

- Langa occasionally picks up odd jobs in order to help his mom out with finances

- Langa’s favorite animal is dolphins. He had a phase as a child where he read like fifty dolphin books and it was his entire personality for a few months. Despite this, he has never actually seen a dolphin irl

- Reki takes really good care of his nails and Langa… does not. He bites them and it annoys the shit out of Reki to the point where he’s just like “please… just let me file them for you” and Langa relents despite the fact that he hates the sensation of getting his nails filed

- Reki sometimes talks to Langa about getting depressed and one time Langa is like “yeah I getchu” and Reki is just like “heh?” And Langa says “I mean my dad died and I was in counseling for like months after that before I came here” and Reki is just like “oh”

- Langa is Reki’s bi awakening and it takes him a hot second to figure that out

- sometimes Langa pretends to be more oblivious than he is, either for shits and giggles, or to obtain information

- Kaoru knows exactly how to seduce women, and occasionally uses this to his advantage. It just sucks because he’s not into women.

- Reki is super observant, but whenever Langa does something that’s an indication that he likes Reki, he’s just like “WELL MAYBE IM OVERANALYZING THIS CANT BE REAL-”

- Langa (in general) doesn’t feel the need to be super secretive about anything. He’s honest (sometimes brutally so) and doesn’t always think twice before he says something. This can be both good and bad depending on the context.

- Reki doesn’t sleep a lot. He literally has to go to bed past midnight, he absolutely cannot fall asleep earlier. He gets up at 6:30am every day of the week, even weekends. It’s just how he’s programmed.

- Kojiro used to go to the public gym before Kaoru commented about how unsanitary that was. Ever since then he got freaked out about going to public gyms (especially as someone who works in food services) and cancelled his membership. He bought his own equipment and works out on his own now

- Reki knows how to do rainbow loom. His sisters had a phase with it.

- Kojiro drew on himself with pen when he was bored in school.

- Miya has a habit of eavesdropping on conversations he’s not meant to hear

#sk8 the infinity #sk8 anime #sk8 renga #matchablossom #reki kyan #langa hasegawa #miya chinen #higa hiromi #kojiro nanjo #kaoru sakurayashiki #sk8 headcanons #soupshcs

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both at the exact same time. i feel like you as a person are to the queen what vocaloid is to victorian children. mainly because i thought you were english for so long

listen okay i need to address this it isnt even funny the way that the british have effected my entire personality and speech patterns dude it isnt even funny the other day i forgot the word for sweater and called it a "jumper" worst time of my life ive been religiously watching minecraft youtubers since the age of like 6 years hold and theyve all been british every last one of them its a miracle i dont have a british accent from young child sponge brain and ive watched 4 seasons of doctor who in the last week and thats not even getting STARTED on the old good omens & bbc merlin fixations dude every single good book that i like is british and its so british is like neil gaiman once talked about the classic british humor style of writing like in hitchhikers guide to the galaxy which is 1) a really good book that i adore and 2) JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER BOOK I ADORE and its so british its so british and i cant even write fic now without using words like "quite" and "rather" what am i do i look like micheal sheen to you and its just such an ordeal and ive only known one british person in my entire life she was from the south and i cared not for her but she was a furry and she was making a paper mache statue of her fursona and i had mad respect but we never talked and the last week before this pandemic started i saw her at my old dance studio and we were like the spiderman pointing meme and then over the weekend my life fell apart and everything was cancelled and i was stuck inside with WILBUR SOOT who had just grown a beard and was posting more often because of lockdown and you know that changed me it really did because i never talked to anyone because i was inside all the time and it was just me & my favorite haha funny insignificant minecraft youtuber wilbur soot it was a dark time for me and it never ended throughout this quarantine my only comfort and my only friend has been british media dude its all just british media and theres this youtube named justin kuritzkes and hes got this called "in love with a pizza" which is really good and i would seriously consider watching it along with the rest of that guys content he is american bless his soul a bright light & beacon of hope in these dark times and in that video he uses a BRITISH ACCENT and you know im watching doctor who right now in the background as i type this all out for you to illustrate the woes of my life and theres a person whos obviously supposed to be american but hes a british actor and i can TELL i can TELL that hes british and its really just very painful all the time and my dad wants to move to wales to wales which seems more interesting than england but theyre still british yknow and i dont want to go i will hate it there it will be so sad and gloomy and andrew garfield is british andrew garfield can you believe that ???? hes british and i learned that while watching doctor who this reminds me that david tennant is in both doctor who & good omens which happens to be a screen adaption of my favorite book good omens by neil gaiman and terry pratchett and theyre BRITISH and the book is BRITISH and david tennant is BRITISH and ive been watching this series called "staged" which is an adaption of this really interesting play called six characters in search of an author by some italian dude and its really actually kind of dull but the kind that makes you go "why does this exist i need to understand whats happening here whats its purpose" and in the show micheal sheen speaks welsh and it just reminds me that someday i might be forced to move to wales because of my dad and i think they should improve minors rights to their own mental and emotional and physical property and right to exist

#i am posting #mutuals #ask #havocspiral

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fandom-imagination-ss · 3 years

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Imagine: your father Tony hearing that Steve is debuting on returning back too the past for Peggy even those he’s engaged too you.. and it’s a week before the wedding.

“Your going too wait a week before my sweet baby girls wedding too break heart!” Tony snapped going towards his co-worker he’s friend. Steve Rogers. He’s held back as Steve takes it. He lets Tony Rant. There was nothing he could say too make this better. He was Leaving his love for another and No. amount of apologies will make this better. He was breaking his friends trust, a trust he honoured and protected when he first Asked Tony too have permission too ask you out. The trust too protect and love you forever. which he will. Just not in this time. Tony was furious Right now you were at the dress shop with your Step mom Piper, Nat, and Wanda trying on your dressing the final fitting before the wedding.

Steve hasn’t told you yet, he thought telling Tony first was a good idea. Bucky and Sam were in the corner Stunned hearing Steve’s plan. Bucky couldn’t believe Steve was giving you up. The first girl too ever make him Smile so widely that it made Steves cheeks hurt. the Same girl who listened too oldies music and was a Doll. She was the perfect women. And Bucky always stated how Lucky Steve was too have you. A shy, brilliant Strong, brave girl who didn’t take crap from nobody and took the time too Show both him and Steve the new world. Teaching them about the future. You are the bridge too the past and the future. Your love for vintage things , movies, books, music. Was what connected you too Steve and your loyalty too your family and your friends made Steve think he could finally have everything he ever wanted. But the trip back too the past. When he saw a glimpse of Peggy in her office.. and Steve was back too Peggy.

Tony was cursing loudly as Bucky walked over and Pouched his best friend, eh’s brother Straight in the face.which made the entire room quite. Steve let Buck hit him over and over until Sam and Hulk aka Bruce dragged Bucky of him as he cursed out that he never deserved y/n in the first place and that he will regret doing this too her. Before being pulled away too cool off.

Steve telling you about this decision later that evening went as well as you would expect a heart break too go. Steve left and you were in your wedding dress pissed ass drunk. One realizing he was serious. When everyone found you. Tony was beyond furious while Wanda was stunned. You looked up at Bucky and your heart Sank lower.

this betrayal was painful but Not as painful as Steve abandoning Bucky too be alone. he’s brother? Hes’ best friend since he was a boy. Leaving Bucky alone? You shot up hugging Bucky tightly crying saying you were so sorry that he didn’t deserve this . Bucky held onto you tightly as he cried into your shoulder.

the next day still drunk now full of anger at Steve betrayal you got too the time mechine and were inches from going back in time till Bucky stopped you as you screamed that someone had too give Steve a piece if their mind. He slipped. Away while everyone was focused on your heartbreak. But you were more furious about the heart Steve also left behind.

Your anger lead too Bucky making sure you were alright. And eventually over time that anger was gone and you were healed from Steve’s betrayal and you were fighting your urges for Bucky. Who originally fought against his own emotion and attraction for you . Since you were Steve’s girl but then Sam reminded him that you weren’t. You weren’t Steves girl- he’s girl was Peggy you were Single. And Bucky soon put a stop too that.

a year later

No one was more shocked about the outcome then Bucky. Finding Peace finally after all this time, finding a reason too better himself too be a better man. Too put his past behind him too be with you. It still surprised him a few morning when he wakes up too see you stretched out beside him snoring or your arms holding him tightly as you spoon him. He never thought he would enjoy being the little Spoon but he loved it with you. Majority of the time it’s him being the big spoon but sometimes it’s you holding him tightly.

this morning was No different. He woke up from the start of a nightmare too feel your cold hand on his bare chest. He opened his eyes fast feeling your hand too see your Engagement Ring it was Small and Simple. He hated it was so small when he went Ring shopping but you cried at how perfect it was. Your nails stretched his chest as he relaxed pulling the blankets up too re cover you as he held your hand as you muttered. “Bucky.”

he looked over seeing you were still smile as you smiled into your pillow. At First he thought this would never work out, Not with you No matter how badly he wanted this. He was worried about your past with Steve. He was the better man all the way around. But the first night when he slept over he heard you talking in your sleep and it was all about him and he was convinced he was safe from a heartbreak.

in the morning you got. Up looking over seeing Bucky was awake as you spoke, “morning sleepy head.” He chuckled as he spoke, “your the one who slept in.” Chuckling shaking your head, “no- see that would mean I am late. And I canceled everything this morning.”

“why?’

‘Piper wants too start wedding dress shopping.”

“you have a dress.”

looking at Bucky you laughed softly , “Yea- that’s my dress too Steve- i can’t re use it.”

“you never used it- he never saw it right.”

You nodded your head as you sat up sliding up onto his lap as he smiled looking at you. “Babe- I’m not using that dress- it’s a completely different Venue- plus I’m donating that dress.it’s in the donation box. Out in the living room.” He breathed deeply leaning his head against the headboard.

your wedding too Steve was going too be a big event. Your Wedding too Bucky was going too be just the avengers. A pot luck sort of wedding. You had billions of dollars but you just wanted close family and friends. You and Bucky decided too move out of the city too a farm house. Too have. Air and breath and too start your future. Your Dad loved the idea. Since he, Piper and your sister Morgan were at a lake house now. You were going too live close. (Not too close) but the reception was at your new house and your honeymoon was going too the mountains a normal. Originary life.

“you sure?”

you smiled brightly hearing him asking as you wrapped your arms around Buckys neck reaching over. Kissing him.

“Babe. I love you. I want the small wedding and just our close friends. And i want too have you with me forever. I don’t want the big wedding I just want you. I would go down too the city hall and marry you today if you would let me.” He chuckled softly stealing another kiss. The kisses were gettting heated until the door rang. It broke you both up as you both cursed as Bucky suggested too ignore it but you spoke, “it could be Piper- she could be early. You get Piper i’ll find my pants..”

He groaned softly but you got off him searching the floor finding your PJ pants. Bucky walked out heading too the front door as he got too the front door he opened it saying hey piper too be stunned too see Steve.

who was also stunned seeing Bucky shirtless at 7 am. At your apartment. Steve stared at Bucky as he tensed up, “what you doing here?”

Steve was young he barely aged as Bucky spoke, ‘I- Y/N.. It’s Not Piper...”

he called out stunned as Steve stepped into the appartment as you called out, “Do i still need too find my pants?”

they both caught sight of your PJ pants were on the floor leading towards your bedroom as Buck spoke, “Get dressed...”

Steve looked around spotting the donation box and seeing that all the memorabilia between him and y/n were gone. Replaced or simply empty spots. ‘What is going on here?”

Steve asked as Bucky spoke, ‘what you doing back? What about Peggy?”

Steve’s mouth shut at the mention of Peggy as You walked out wearing jeans shorts and one of bucky’s shirt as you rubbed your neck. “God, I’m exhusted i need coffee..- Steve.”

Spotting Steve you stopped in your tracks As he looked at you stunned wearing Bucky’s shirt as he spoke, ‘what is this?”

“what is this? Aren’r you suppose too be in the past? With Peggy?”

Steve didn’t answer as he spoke, “your sleeping with my best friend.”

“hey just- lets take. A breather.” Bucky stated as you stepped closer too the two super soilders, “yea, I am , I’m also living with him and marrying him.”

Bucky sighed hearing you say that, Steve looked at Bucky as he spoke, “what is this? I thought we were friends.”

Bucky turned too Steve as he spoke, “we didn’t plan for this too happen- we -we we got closer after you left.. it just happened.” You stepped over too Bucky staring at your former love shaking your head,

“we don’t have too explain ourselves! We fell madly in love! You abandoned Us! What aren’t we allowed too be happy?”

Steve looked at you for that as you snapped, ‘you expect me too sit here in a corner and be comatose for the rest of my life since the great Steve Rogers left me for Peggy Carter a women who moved on! In our time line! Who is probably a nice women. But how dare you coming into our Home and expect me too be miscible because you dumped me! I moved on! You moved on from me! What’s the big deal?’

“You moved on too my best friend!” Steve snapped as you stepped over as Bucky grabbed you as you snapped, “your abandoning me near the wedding was Awful but what you did too Bucky! I tried too go back in time too beat the Snot outta you!”

Steve was stunned as you snapped, “i was close! Two seconds more i would of zapped into the past and beat you up for abandoning Bucky!”

everyone was quite as you spat out, “what you doing here?”

“I made a huge mistake.. I- I shouldn’t of left you.. i- i was chasing a ghost.. and I’m sorry.’

You eased up in Buckys arm stunned hearing that as you held Buckys. Arm as you stared at the two.

“Steve..” he looked up at you hopeful as you spoke, “I love Bucky- your love was easy. I treasure it. But I cant live without Bucky.. I can’t leave him. I need him.. he needs me.. you- you never needed me..”

“maybe we should go for a walk and talk this out?” Bucky suggested as Steve looked at you two. His best friend and his best girl as he shook his head, “No- excuse me”

#fandom imagine #imagine #fandom #marvel imagine #bucky barns #Bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes imagine #winter soilder imagine #winter soilder #tony stark #tony stark imagine #steve rodgers imagine #steve rodgers #steve rodgers x you

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hufflepuffsthunderdome · 3 years

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First Snow of Winter | D.M

Draco x female!reader

Warnings: none :)

@risingtripletaurus otay so now i have to ask for a draco x reader with draco being all soft for the stereotypical winter things <3 fuck yes I loved writing this! That Remus one you requested will be up soon ;)

Summary: just cute winter Draco being adorable and in love with his girlfriend. Need I say more?

A/N: I’m sorry that the formatting is kinda strange. It could very well just be mine but I have no idea how to fix it.

A soft thud to the side of your head wakes you up with a start, the annoyed groans coming from your roommates and a soft thudding against the dormitory door breaking through the air before you’re eyes have settled to be able to see through the dark. From her bed, your roommate Claire is sitting up her usual smirk plastered on her face, motioning with her hand for the pillow she threw at you.

“Sound’s like lover boy is desperate.”

You look back at her confused, your other two roommates shooting protests her way, clearly annoyed at the disruption of their sleep and her jovial attitude towards it. The soft knocking at the door continues slightly, this time Draco’s quiet whispers sneaking through the cracks in the door, and making your face heat up against the cool night air. You’ve been seeing Draco for over a year now, much to the amazement of everyone around you, including yourselves at times. You were all smiles and helping hands, eager to please everyone around you, to your own detriment at times. And draco. Well Draco wasn’t that. To others, he was gloomy, and moody. A spoiled mummy’s boy who seemed to get everything he wanted at the blink of an eye. But not around you. Around you he was considerate, loving, passionate, even after all this time together, it was the little things he did everyday that made you heart race, that made you fall more and more in love each time you saw him.

The knocking stops, and you can hear the clear dejected sounds of Draco walking away from the door. You’re out of bed as quick as you can, too fast for your body to protest to the cold ground you’re now walking on, away from the barrier of warmth your blanket gave you. Socks, shoes, beanie, gloves, coat, scarf; in that order, all on in a matter of seconds that is honestly impressive the speed you managed, and you’re out the door, creeping down the stairs. You manage to catch Draco, just before he goes to leave the common room and sling your arms around him from behind.

“What are you doing here,” you giggle as he turns around, smattering kisses across your face that leave a soft trail of heat wherever his lips touched. He’s wearing a coat and gloves like you, but has skipped the beanie and scarf. He’s much more equiped for this kind of weather than you’ll ever be, even with your many layers you’re still close to turning to ice.

“I just wanted to see the most gorgeous girl in school,” he smirks, taking your beanie off your head to readjust it properly over your ears, “even when she’s dressed up like a damn marshmallow.”

You both laugh quietly as you embrace in the common room, enjoying the moment of warmth and the heat of the fire. You don’t often get a chance to be alone together, being in different houses, with different friend groups and different responsibilities. It seemed every chance you got to spend a single moment with your loving boyfriend one of you was being whisked away for whatever reason. Honestly if that meant you’d have to wake up in the middle of the night and sneak around just to be able to see each other, neither of you would pass up that opportunity.

“Surely this could’ve waited for tomorrow, it’s freezing and you could’ve gotten caught. I mean how’d you even manage to get up to the dorm? Let me guess, you had your ways?”

Draco lets out a laugh at your comment, you have to put your hand over his mouth so no one possibly wakes up. He takes a hold of your gloved hand loosely, and presses a kiss to the tiny amount of exposed skin at your wrist, “I actually wanted to show you something.”

You walk through the cold halls of Hogwarts wrapped up in each other. Draco has one arm around your shoulder, and the other holding your hand in what he’ll say is an attempt to keep you warm, though he definitely isn’t passing up an opportunity to have you close. He glances down at you, from his tall stature, and cant help the small smile that graces his lips as he listens to you talk. You’re talking about a book you’re reading currently, some muggle book by an author you like that he’s never heard of before, but he cant help but get wrapped up in your passion about it. He’s not good at showing his emotions, to anyone really, but when he’s with you, Draco feels those walls he’s built up slip, and he’s more than willing to let you in.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Your voice teasingly says, breaking him out of his fond thoughts of you as you glance up at him. He feels his heart beat wildly in his chest at the way you look at him. He catches you looking at him like this a lot, like he’s the only thing in the whole world that matters, and each time he does he looses his ability to speak. He can’t even fathom the idea of being loved so much, but the way you talk to him, and look at him, and hold him close, he has no doubt in his mind that you love him just as much as he loves you.

“Just thinking about how much I adore you,” he says softly, stopping walking and pulling you close to him as he kisses you softly, “even when you look like a marshmallow.”

The giddy laugh you let out makes his face flush red, he adores making you laugh more than anything else, knowing he’s the only one who you let see this side of you just as he lets you see the real him makes him pull you into him even closer. “I mean given the time of year wouldn’t snowman be a better fit? It’s gonna start snowing soon after all.”

You look back up and Draco, from where you’re resting against his chest, and see that infamous smirk plastered on his face. “Come on,” he wraps his arms around you again, this time standing behind your body, “your surprise awaits you my love.”

You’re both laughing as you attempt to walk down the hallway in this akward position, your legs bumping into each other, and nearly making you fall over at times, “can I please walk normally?”

Draco’s hand slips up from around your waist to gently place them over your eyes. You wince slightly at his cold hands against your skin, and he laughs softly into your neck, the warm puff of air sending shivers up your spine, “it’ll ruin the surprise my love.”

You don’t know exactly where you are anymore as you continue to let Draco guide you, but you are aware that you are out of the corridors of the castle. You can feel the harsh wip of the air tugging at your clothes as you walk, so you’re fairly certain you’re outside somewhere. Draco’s moves are deliberate, he is guiding you exactly where he wants you and you know he’s definitely hiding something. Draco guides you down a set of stairs, promising he wont let you fall when he sees you tense up at the thought of taking the first step, and you follow his soft hands and calm voice down the flight. You have no idea where you are anymore. You thought you were possibly near the quidditch pitches at first but you know you haven’t walked that far. Draco’s hands guide you to a stop and the air instantly feels 10 times warmer. He pulls his hands away from your face and you gasp at the sight before you.

You’re stood in the back room of the greenhouse, the roof of it open and the doors leading out to the back garden completely open. The plants around you are swaying softly, coated in a small layer of white. It’s only then that you look up and realise it’s in fact snowing. Beyond the slight, glowing orange boarder that is encapsulating the greenhouse, which you’re sure is a charm of some description to make it feel like spring where you’re standing, small, soft specs of white are falling from the sky, seemingly travelling a slow motion as they descend to the ground. Despite the warmth in the greenhouse, the small specs of snow are still able to get inside, landing softly on the ground, and adding to the piles of snow already there, unmelting. There’s a large picnic blanket set up on the floor, and a basket to go with it overflowing with foods and sweets of a wide variety. You gasp and turn to smack your boyfriend in the chest lightly, “I was looking for that basket and blanket the other week.” He gives you a teasing grin back as you poke your tongue out at him; it was about three weeks ago when your friend came looking for you, asking to borrow your picnic things so her and her boyfriend could have lunch near the black lake. Tears start to well up in your eyes at the thought of your boyfriend planning this for that long, and you turn and engulf him in a hug.

“I’m glad you like it,” he gently kisses the top of your head as you stand their embracing one another.

“I can’t believe you did this for me.”

“Well,” he begins, pulling away from you to twirl a piece of your hair in between his fingers, “partly for you. Mostly for the snow.”

You’re mindlessly chatting away with Draco as you’re laid together on the blanket. You’ve eaten more than either of you thought possible, and are enjoying the warmth of the greenhouse and the beauty of the snow around you. Draco is talking about all the constellations you two can see in the stars above, his finger dragging carelessly over your collarbone, “and do you know what that one is?”

You stare up the stars he pointing to, turning your head slightly as you squint to try to make out the shape. “It looks like a kite,” you say without even thinking, and Draco starts to howl with laughter beside you.

“Way to ruin my attempt to be cute,” he chuckles, rolling over so he’s on his elbows above you, glancing down at you, “that’s Delphinus, it’s a dolphin, it means love.”

You lean up and press you lips to his, hand reaching up to gently cup his face as he leans further into the loving kiss. When you pull away he leans further into your palm, eyes still shut, “I appreciate your cuteness but there’s no way in hell that’s a dolphin.” You both start laughing at that, an uncontrollable kind of laughter, at what was barely a joke. You stand up, pulling him up with you and towards the exit of the greenhouse, “let’s go build a snowman.”

What you imagine to be a picture perfect moment, entering the snow with your lover in tow, quickly sours again as the second you leave the warmth of the charm Draco made, a series of gasped ‘fuck, fuck, fuck,” leave your mouth as you remember why you don’t do the cold. “Aww are you cold love?” Draco teasing with that charming smirk on his face. You nod back at him, wrapping yourself up in your arms to attempt to warm your body, “come here love.” You walk into his open arms, enjoying the few seconds of fleeting warmth he gives you before you feel the cold harsh breeze slipping through the back of your coat, and a handful of snow following it.

You gasp, jumping away from Draco as you shake in a poor attempt to rid your body of the cold wet substance that is trapped against your back, “Draco!”

Draco’s bent over with his hands on his knees, wheezing with laughter. Despite your annoyance you yourself have to bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling too, furrowing your brows and sticking your lip out slightly. You huff and turn your attention away from Draco, a sneaky hand movement hidden from his view making a small ball of snow magically form and hide it near your folded arms. “Aww Im sorry baby,” draco mumbles as he walks over to you, “I was just joking.”

You hide the smirk on your face as you turn into his loving embrace, wrapping your arms around him and just as he did to you, tossing a handful of snow down his shirt. He lets out the highest pitched squeal you’ve heard from him, and you’re in a fit of giggles as he too is left shaking his coat. He looks over at you with a challenging stare, and you just poke your tongue out at him through your giggles.

“Oh is that how it’s gonna be huh?” You barely have a chance to move before he’s dashing towards you, chasing you through the snow. In normal circumstances you may have had a chance, but with your heavily layered getup and the thick layer of snow covering the ground, you proved no match for Dracos long legs and he’s scooping you up from the ground. “In normal circumstances I’d be tickling you now, but this,” he says, playing with the button of your coat, “makes that damn impossible.”

“Oh what a shame,” you say, drawing out the syllables as you wiggle around in his grasp, “I’m heartbroken you can’t tickle me.”

“Ooooh,” Draco chides, “the sass is strong today I see.” You giggle lightly as he tightens his grasp on you pulling you in for a soft kiss.

A soft movement below your head, and the warm sunlight streaming in from somewhere to your left woke you from your peaceful slumber. Below you is the unmistakable feeling of Draco’s bed, Draco’s bod below you as his arms are wrapped lazily around you. You don’t remember coming up here last night, the end of your night a slight blur as conversations you were having with Draco drifted back into memory.

The hair around your forehead moves slightly as Draco softly pushes it out of your face. He threads a soft hand through it, and you lean further into his chest, feeling your cheeks warm up as he presses a soft kiss to your head.

“Good morning darling.”

You let out a grumble back, possibly a good morning back, possibly a sound of annoyance at having to wake up; you’re barely sure yourself in your half woken state.

“Did you have fun last night?”

You can hear the nerves creep into his voice, it shakes ever so slightly the way it does when he gets insecure. You wish you could take away his insecurities, but you know no matter how much you tell him you love him that voice will always be there. “Of course I did Draco, it was perfect,” you say back, sincere even in your sleepy state, willing to reassure him as much as he needs, “you’re perfect.”

Draco’s hand stops moving from where it was slightly threading through your hair, moving his hand down towards your chin in a silent question that you move your head up. You do as he wants, facing him and smiling softly at his bed head and red flushed face as you kiss him.

You snuggle back into his chest, “it’s cold, can we stay in bed today?”

“Of course darling.”

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free-pancakes · 3 years

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Dreams and Nightmares

Summary: LeviHan Canon-Divergence fic Hange barely survives the final fight against Eren, and is saved by inheriting the Beast Titan from Zeke Yeager in the end. However, the Scouts soon find that this would come with a heavy price–particularly at Levi’s expense. Chapter 9/? Chapter 8 Chapter 7 Chapter 6 Chapter 5 Chapter 4 Chapter 3 Chapter 2 Chapter 1

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notes: ahhh this one's long, I got carried away. but! hope you all like it! thanks for reading everyone, i think i'll be wrapping up this story in one more chapter after this!

CHAPTER 9

“Happy birthday, Levi!”

Kuchel gently shook the child awake, his big grey eyes blinking sleepily until he realized what day it was. He sat up quickly, a tiny smile on his face as Kuchel squeezed him tightly in a warm embrace.

“How old are you again, sweetie? I seemed to have lost count!”

Levi jumped up on his bed, fists pumped up in the air in triumph— “Mama, I’m 5 years old today!”

“Oh that’s right!” She said with a bright, yet tired grin. Stepping out into the kitchen, she had a small breakfast prepared for him, and reached to the countertop for a surprise. Levi burst out of their shared bedroom and sat at the table, waiting for his mother to sit with him. Next to him she placed down her cup of coffee.

Mouth full, Levi asks, “Aren’t you gonna eat with me, Mama?” Before he could try to give her half of what was on his plate, she whipped out a small cinnamon bun for him from behind her back.

His eyes sparkled as he saw the small pastry, something he had always dreamed of eating—one of the fancy-looking ones from the bakery window he would see on the other side of the underground.

“Once you finish all of your breakfast, you can have this, okay Levi?” He nodded earnestly, gobbling up the rest of his food before reaching for the bun. He tried to give her half, but she settled for a little bite, convinced by Levi’s little glare when she said she wouldn’t try any. Kuchel’s nearly empty stomach rumbled in hunger, but her heart was completely full as she watched her son eat a proper meal for once.

Luckily, she had the whole day free for him without having to leave him early for work. So, she took Levi for a walk to one place she had always wanted to take him—he was just old enough that he’d be able to keep this memory as he grew older, and she wanted him to remember and hold on to it for years to come.

They walked hand in hand until they reached a part of the underground that was very unfamiliar to Levi. Kuchel bent down to his height, and put her index finger up to her her lips, signaling him to keep quiet. Levi nodded, and followed her as she led him to a small ladder hidden amongst some abandoned buildings. When she reached the top, she reached down to hoist Levi up with her—and Levi covered his mouth to stifle a gasp. A tiny secluded area where some light from above ground escaped to shine on that very spot, there a bright patch of green grass with something quite beautiful in the middle...

Kuchel whispered as they crawled up to it together: “These are African violets, Levi,” she said with a smile as Levi’s eyes grew wide as he stared in awe. He had never seen real plants before, only in some of the few books he’s seen in his short 5 years of life. “They grow well in low light, like this spot right here!” She pointed to the grass and dirt underneath it— “Plants grow roots, which keep them grounded and so they can soak up water and nutrients to stay alive!”

“Wow,” Levi whispered as he looked, trying to imagine what the roots looked like below. “Mama, what happens if some of the roots ever get hurt?”

Kuchel tilted her head to the side, pleasantly surprised at her son’s curiosity. She chuckled, “Don’t worry Levi, even if some of the roots were to get severed or damaged, it’ll still continue living, and hopefully one day grow brand new roots in it’s place!”

Levi put one hand up to his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay, thanks Mama, that’s good to know!” Kuchel smiled and ruffled his hair, and they both sat to stare at the violets together for a little while longer.

——

“Is the Captain finally asleep?”

“Yeah, I think so, Jean,” Armin answered. The two stood just outside the open door to the infirmary room Hange laid in, and saw Levi had fallen asleep sitting up in the chair they had placed in the room for him.

It had been an entire week since Hange was in this state, and it had felt like an eternity to all of them. But as much as it was bringing all of them down, they knew it was affecting Levi the most.

“I don’t think Captain Levi has slept all week… the bags under his eyes seemed a lot darker and more menacing than the usual.” “Connie, now’s not the time to joke around about this,” Jean retorted.

“I’m not joking! It’s the truth and you know it!”

Armin jumped in to separate the two. “Guys, calm down, you might wake him up—“

Out of nowhere, a sweet aroma lingered in the air, causing all three of them to stop, looking around for the source. Their eyes all fell upon Mikasa, holding a small paper box.

“I… got this from Niccolo’s bakery. I remember Hange mentioning to me once that he liked—“

“Oi, is that a cinnamon bun?”

All four of them jumped, startled from Levi suddenly joining them.

“Captain, I think maybe you should go back to sleep—“ Levi squeezed Mikasa’s shoulder and gently took the box from her hands.

“All rested. Connie, it’s your turn to watch over Hange,” Levi said as he walked away.

Once he disappeared around the corner, Connie, Armin, and Jean frowned at Mikasa.

“You knew this the whole time and didn’t tell us?? All we needed was a stupid cinnamon bun to get him off our tails all these years??”

“Ow!”

Mikasa smacked Connie upside the head, and she swiftly followed after Levi, leaving the three in her dust. They grumbled and shrugged it off, and Connie went in to look after Hange.

Levi sat outside looking out at the ocean water as the sun began to set, an empty box filled with crumbs in his lap. It had been a long time since he thought about his mother, the violets. He thought about how much she probably sacrificed just to get him that cinnamon bun for his birthday.

The memories gave him some relief for once—he was absolutely exhausted, a week without any sleep weighing down on his eyelids as he stood guard over Hange. For once, they had a win—they made it out alive. But now, he wasn’t so sure they really won, and his hopes were beginning to unravel.

He closed his eyes. “Just for a moment,” he thought. But before he knew it, he woke to the cover of night, and Mikasa sitting next to him.

They sat in silence for a few moments before Mikasa decided to break it. “Can I ask why this is your favorite?” She said as she pointed to the empty box in his hands. Before he would answer Mikasa, Levi looked up at the sky, staring at the stars shining above him.

——

Hange stared at the stars above her, wondering if the ones here in paths were the same ones Levi would be able to look up at right now.

“Come on, Zeke, there has to be another way!”

Zeke yelled back. “Hange, we’ve tried everything! We’ve been at this for who knows how long! It’s not like we could keep track of time here, for all we know, it’s been weeks!’

Hange felt anger surge within her heart.

“And what, so we stop trying??” She kicked, sending showers of sand flying towards Zeke. Thunder cracked and lightning flashed, drizzles of rain beginning to fall.

Hange held up her hand to catch raindrops. “See, we learned that this realm is clearly susceptible to emotions!” She spun a knife from her pocket, and slashed at the palm she held up. “And we cant turn into titans here, but we are still able to regenerate here…”

Steam arose from her wound, the skin of her palm gradually mending back together. Then she picked up a leaf, and as she rubbed it, it morphed into a baseball—“And that objects we find here can sometimes turn into something we most desire…”

She threw the ball at Zeke, who caught it carefully. As he looked down at it, it suddenly morphed into a baseball bat, smacking him right in the face.

Hange threw her head back and laughed, “…and we know that it doesn’t always do morph reliably!”

Zeke grumbled, rubbing his forehead right where the bat hit him. He couldn’t believe Hange still had this much energy. He was right at his limit of patience for all of this. In his opinion, it was all moot—they had tried so many different things, and the turnout was looking quite bleak.

“Hange, have you—“

“…And we found out that…”

“Hange.”

“AND we know that—“

Zeke stood up and grabbed her hand, forcing her to look at him.

“Hange, listen. Have you ever thought… that maybe… maybe you should just let this all, go?”

Hange’s bright expression slowly faded, a confused frown now left on her face.

“W-what?”

“I’m just saying, we’ve racked our brains for maybe a week. And maybe we should just focus on getting you back home and out of paths. We’re not even sure if we could do that, right?”

Hange turned away from Zeke, and remained silent.

Zeke spoke— “Just… maybe you should just let Levi go, Hange. He’s alive right, isn’t that all that should matter to you?”

Hange looked up towards the giant, glowing tree standing in the center of paths.

“Do you really think the tree doesn’t hold anything promising? I know you tried before I landed here, but…”

“Hange are you even listening to me??”

Zeke watched Hange’s back, her frame beginning to tremble. Of all the losses, the countless losses Levi and she had endured up until now—they deserved a win. And she wouldn’t give up on it. Ever. She balled both hands into fists, and stopped shaking, now still and firm in her decision.

“Zeke, defeat is all the Survey Corps has ever known.” She took a deep breath. “…But this time, I’m bringing us a win, whether you’re gonna help me or not.” She then made the trek towards the tree.

Zeke sat in the sand, dumbfounded. Hange was intriguing to him—he wondered how different things would have been if she ended up being a Marleyan Eldian instead one within the walls. Someone sharp like himself but… a lot more optimistic. That’s right. Might have done them all really well and maybe things would have turned out better for him and his comrades—none of them knew what they were missing here. He brushed both these pointless thoughts and the sand off himself, standing up to follow after her.

——

Mikasa spoke— “Just… maybe you should just let Hange go, Captain Levi. She’s alive right, isn’t that all that should matter to you?”

Levi kept walking as Mikasa followed behind him.

“Connie you can go, I’ll be here.” He saluted and hurried out as he saw Mikasa darting her eyes at Levi.

“Captain.” Levi didn’t answer and resumed his post next to Hange.

“Captain Levi, did… did you hear me?”

Levi remained seated, and did not look up towards Mikasa as he spoke: “You remember what Hange said, that day? In Shiganshina?” He took a quick pause. “…That ever since we joined the Survey Corps, every day has brought a new farewell?”

Mikasa’s heart dropped heavily at the memory, but she nodded.

“Well, I’m not ready to say farewell just yet.” Levi said with confidence. He had been thinking all this time that he’d pay the price of Hange being afraid of him, that he’d be happy if she was simply alive. Well, he knew in his heart that Hange wouldn’t be happy this way.

And he wouldn’t either.

So, he was putting his trust in her. If anyone could figure it out, it’d be Hange—and they deserved a win.

Levi took Hange’s hand in his, and brought it near his lips.

“I told Mikasa today about my 5th birthday. My mother, the violets… you remember right?”

He kissed her hand. He remembered when Hange asked him to take her the minute she told her—they spent the whole day looking for it, and luckily, they did find it. And they were still growing there after all this time.

“They grow well in low light…”

He laid his head on the bed next to her, yawning.

“…And even if a small section of roots get damaged, the flowers will still grow happily. And maybe someday, brand new roots can grow back in its place…”

Stealing a glance upwards towards Hange’s face, he swore he saw her smile before he drifted off to sleep.

——

Zeke stood in front of the giant tree with Hange. Her brows were furrowed, deep in thought.

“Hange, what’re you thinking?”

She swung her head back at Zeke, suddenly speaking a mile a minute. “Have you thought about how almost every curious thing in this realm has been activated by some kind of strong emotion? Feeling? Attachment??” She lowered her head, her fingers rubbing her chin, her eyes looking up in thought. “Well, not sure if exactly this, but you know I guess attachment applies to simply having strong feelings and—“

“Hange, Hange, slow down. What exactly are you implying?”

Hange was no longer talking, and now walking up to the tree.

“Strong feelings… a memory maybe…”

She felt drawn to it, and began reaching her hand up to the tree trunk, focusing on one of the happiest memories she had stored in her beautiful mind.

“Hange be careful! None of us has ever touched—“

Hange closed her eyes, focusing on the memory with a smile on her face, and gently placed her fingers over the bark burning a bright white light. Suddenly, yellow light began traveling between the bark’s crevices and nooks, slowly traveling to light up a whole section of the tree. A warm yellow glow covering only one section of branches to the top and going back down to where the visible portions of the tree ended in the sand.

The two looked in awe—it was breathtakingly beautiful.

“Why do you think—“ Zeke started, but simply couldn’t even finish his sentence in his shock.

Hange’s mind began racing, hypothesizing everything she could about what this might have meant, but out of nowhere, she felt like her heart stopped for a second, and it was as though she could hear Levi’s voice.

And her mind quieted, one particular memory coming to mind. She smiled and closed her eyes.

“Aw Levi…” she breathed out. “Thanks for reminding me of that memory…”

“Did you say something?” Zeke asked, only to find Hange shoot her head up, her eyes wild.

“Wait!” Hange yelled.

Was this the answer?

“The roots! Zeke!”

With a whooshing noise, the baseball bat from earlier suddenly morphed into a shovel. Hange began digging impatiently with her hands, pushing sand away to follow the portion of the tree lit with a yellow glow, following it down deep to reveal its roots.

Zeke was confused, but didn’t question her determination. He ran to grab the shovel and began to dig alongside her.

They dug for what felt like hours, and finally collapsed breathing heavily, arms aching, sweat dripping from their foreheads. Most of the root formation had been uncovered, still continuing to give off an inviting, warm, yellow glow.

They looked at the extensive network beneath them. Now curious, Zeke decided to reach out and touch a portion of the roots. When his fingers made contact, before his eyes flashed a memory.

He gasped and fell backwards.

“What! What’s wrong??” Hange rushed to Zeke’s side.

“It’s… Mr. Ksaver.”

Hange tilted her head to the side. “Mr. who?”

“I—“

Zeke paused, thinking. It was Mr. Ksaver’s memory of them playing catch, not his own. It wasn’t from his viewpoint so…

He followed the network and then touched a place a bit further down. He watched a memory, and did the same, touching yet another part farther down the line.

“Hange…”

She looked at him earnestly.

“I think… these are beast titan memories right here. I think, they may be lifetime memories of shifters….”

Hange’s jaw dropped. Zeke paused—one more to confirm his suspicions.

He reached, but stopped. He decided to take Hange’s hand.

“Let’s look together, okay?”

Both of them reached their hands towards the farthest end of the root network. “This would theoretically be your body’s most recent memory,” Zeke announced, raising an eyebrow at Hange.

Hange nodded back at him, ready to see.

Together, they touched the root end—they saw Hange’s body laying completely still and unconscious on an infirmary bed. Levi was there, asleep while holding her hand with his head lying on the bed next to her, an empty pastry box sitting on the table next to him, Mikasa sitting nearby, finishing paperwork in the dim lamp light.

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I hope I'm not too late 🥺 I'm on mobile and cant see times!!!! If I am too late please ignore BUT IF NOT...............I would die for some soft, wonderful reassurance sex HCs for ikesen Mitsuhide, slbp Ieyasu(of course!!!), and ikevamp Jean? Sometimes it's hard to accept you're loved. I hope you and yours are well, and happy birthday 💕🍰

You were not too late, you were well within time! 💕💕💕 And I’m so glad because this ask is beautiful. 😩😭💕 It can be really hard to accept that fact (even when it’s a fact!), so here’s how I think IkeSen Mitsuhide, SLBP Ieyasu, and IkeVamp Jean would do their best to make the thought stick in your head and your heart. Mitsuhide is a flow-y short drabble (I really loved the idea and didn’t want to cut ANY of it), Ieyasu is bullet points, Jean is a few short descriptive paragraphs. They are all soft but going under a cut where they belong. I hope you will enjoy them!

In your room one evening, you are dressed for sleep and Mitsuhide is not, since he just arrived. He’s frowning at you. But the touch of his hands (one on your cheek, one on your waist) is very soft. What tiny matters upset a mouse so badly, hmm? When you shake your head and move away, he lets you move but he moves with you, staying right in your space, not letting the two of you become disconnected in the room. If you want to be chased, you must remember I am very fast and do not play fair, he tells you gently. Tell me what is wrong. Not a request. He lets the silence between you stretch until it forces ugly fears out of your mouth in a spill, terrible and messy. Your tears follow the words. He tries to give you time to finish but in the end can’t stand to let you cry alone, so he takes you in his arms and tucks your head under his chin. Firmly. Then he sighs. Until you are empty, he says evenly, I will hold you. So for now, focus only on emptying your body of tears. I do not care about these clothes very much. That really starts you sobbing, that he would give you such sideways permission to ruin his fine kimono. He does exactly as he said he would: holds you until you seem to have no more tears left to make. Then he takes your hand and puts his arm around your back to guide you to your futon. Only somewhat kindly-- he’s frowning again-- he says, Lay down and listen well, little mouse, and he holds your hand to help you kneel and settle yourself on the softness. Empty? he asks. You nod, pitifully, not sure if you should hope he will stay or if you should hope he will leave you so you can go to sleep. You’re so wrung out from al these emotions. Good. He straddles your so quickly that for a moment you are more startled than sad. His hands are at the flat knot of your sleeping robe, and it makes you want to cry all over again. You don’t want to be pitied, you want to be worth. But he is very fast, and he does not play fair. Already your robe is open, already he has moved his hands to his own, sodden-shouldered, daytime clothes. If you had made this for me I would not have let you ruin it, he says lightly, shrugging the white cloth off his shoulders. Now. Do you know what a man does for a woman he loves? You have to shake your head, he’s asked something you can’t answer with any confidence. His mouth becomes a flat line, but he comes down to you and kisses your forehead as soft and sweet as a breeze. How can he do both things with the same mouth? He moves his legs to be inside yours-- you can’t see it, but you can feel him, and feel the slip of his kimono falling onto your legs. Mitsuhide hushes your choked whisper of his name and says When the woman he loves is empty, he fills her. And he does.

Ieyasu can, not very deeply down at all, understand why you might think this. And he resents the hell out of you for not seeing through him, but he resents himself more. Now he has to fix this.

C’mere, he says, slapping the bedding next to him. Right here. Now.

You pause but shuffle over and he tries not to sigh in relief. Take... you don’t need that, he gestures at your sleeping robe. Get rid of it.

Another night you might have tried to be modest, but your heart is so lonely and tired you don’t have the fight in you. So you just untie the robe and drop it without ceremony, put your head down, and prepare for him to berate you. You have to wonder what invective he’ll unleash, because he’s never actually had anything bad to say about your body before, only your cooking and your mood and your...

He mumbles something you can’t understand, so you look up out of habit to try to read his lips.

I don’t see anything I don’t like, he says, trying to invite your understanding with his eyes instead of glaring at you (he can tell it is not working).

Oh, hell, just come here, he says, yanking you down by the wrist until you’re all knees around his lap and at least as confused as you are sad. He sucks his teeth and then goes for it, grabbing your cheeks with his books-and-medicine scented hands and pressing his mouth to yours.

Hard, several times. Then softer, winding down.

I don’t hate you, he whispers. When you are this close and no one who is a danger to you can hear it, that’s when he can say it.

So he keeps you as close as he can, and the best way he can think of to do that is to get you safely between his bedding and his body.

His brows are down so severely he looks like he’s pouting, and while you don’t think anyone saying “I don’t hate you,” even in a whisper, is the same as being told “I love you,” you do think he means it.

For someone who literally yanked your body to his, he’s tender the rest of the night-- his eyes are hot whenever they meet yours from his space between your legs, and his tongue is so much softer than sharp as he works you over.

Still, you cry out Why? as he breaks you, and your mind is so mixed up for a moment you think you are imagining the slippery, tangy kiss he gives you. But you are not.

Why not? he says against your mouth. He’s close again, he can be honest. This is what people do when they are in love. And I... hells, woman. Read the room.

There’s a franticness to his tone that stirs your pity (and perhaps your sense), and you ask in a small voice if you can touch his hair.

Why aren’t you doing it already, he grumbles. And that exchange is so normal it is like a powerful arrow, shot right through the stormcloud that has moved over your heart. It lets it a golden beam of sun, warm and known and nourishing. The comfort of undeniable love, even if unexpressed.

He mumbles something you can’t hear as he puts his own fingers in your hair and presses his forehead to yours. But you know what it is.

Jean knows what it is to feel unloved, so he’s horrified when he finds you and you tell him your fear. He also can’t understand why you have the fear-- to him the two of you are so very close and in tune with one another, you don’t always understand each other but this is a very significant truth to misunderstand. He wants to fix it but he grapples with his own heartbreak that what he thought were clear declarations of his love for you (and devotion to you!) somehow fell short. Still, he kisses your hand and declares again. “I do love you. Only you. I will find a way to make this unmistakable.”

But he is not sure how to avoid further mistake. So he asks the great lovers of history who conveniently live with you both. He receives some strange advice, some terrible. He takes the gently-given suggestion that he should go out of town with you, try in a new setting with a very comfortable bed.

“Is there any mistake?” he asks above you in that bed. Your weekend away has restored you, brought you closer. You think of his hand brushing yours, once, twice, then sliding his fingers along and between, into the places where he fits so well. As soon as you begin to shake your head, his mouth is on yours and he is sighing in obvious relief. “Just to be sure,” he says between kisses, “I am going to tell you a hundred times tonight.” When you tell him you probably will not keep count, he promises that he will. and he does, even as he touches you with so much purpose a mathematician in his place would surely have lost count and had to begin again. Jean can’t begin again because he won’t stop-- his body serves yours, covers yours, loves yours the entire night. He goes over the mark by a few, loving you. He does not mind, and by the time he is done you are asleep and your mouth is curved in the peaceful contentment he knows is love, because he recognizes it from his own face in the mirror since he fell in love with you. He will tell you that when you wake up.

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