#Levi is one hundred percent 3

[shius]

| the brothers + dateables love language |

i’m sure this has been done before but this is just my take <3

includes: demon brothers + side characters/dateables x mc

cw- headcannons, sfw, established relationships, mcs look, gender, and pronouns are not specified, fluff

- demon brothers -

| lucifer | words of affirmation & quality time

. one hundred percent writes you notes or letters to leave on your bed

. he invites you to his office just so he can have your company while he works

. if you were to write him notes first he would always respond in a way to make you smile

. the second he gets a break from the hol and his brothers, he’ll take you on an intamite dinner date of your choosing

| mammon | words of affirmation & gift giving

. one of mammons favorite things is when you compliment and praise him, telling him good of a boyfriend he is

. he loves buying you various gifts and surprising you with something you mentioned about wanting one time, even if it’s completely useless

. the plus side of getting you these gifts is hearing you thank him and praise him for listening to the little things. it makes him feel real good about himself

. of course, if you ever get him a gift first, he will try twice as hard to outdo you (all in good fun) he enjoys your reaction to unexpected presents in your room

| levi | physical touch & quality time

. this boy absolutely loves when you hug him or ask for his attention, it makes him feel super appreciated

. he also loves when he hears you knock at his door and ask him if you can hangout in his room

. he loves showing you the games he plays and how to play them

. he’s especially happy when you lean against him while watching him play his game and when you tell him you enjoy it too

| satan | quality time & words of affirmation

. satan loves spending one-on-one time with you. whether it’s in the library, his room, your room, the garden, any chance he gets to be with you alone he’ll take it

. he loves when you tell him he’s an amazing lover, he has his doubts sometimes

. he enjoyed showing you books and always asks you what you look for in literature so he can find what you might like

. he always talks to you about his interests and is delighted when you share them with him

| asmo | physical touch & gift giving

. who would asmo be if he didn’t love showing you physical affection 24/7

. the second he sees you he’ll be on you, complimenting you and loving on you

. he loves surprising you with gifts, especially jewelry, perfume/cologne, and your favorite flowers

. he will shower you with affection and make sure you never think twice about your appearance

| beel | physical touch & acts of service

. despite his size, beel loves holding or being held by you

. he enjoyes resting his head on your lap while you play with his hair especially

. he also loves helping you whenever he can, no matter how hard the task is

. can reach a shelf? he’s there. hungry but dont know how to make food? he’s already cooking for you

| belphie | physical touch & quality time

. despite his stubborn attitude sometimes, belphie loves having you alone with him

. some times he confines you to his room just so he can hold you/be held while taking a nap

. he gets annoyed when someone tries to disrupt your alone time together

. what he especially loves is feeling you trace your fingers on his skin as he’s falling asleep, it takes him out even faster

- dateables -

| diavolo | quality time & gift giving

. diavolo absolutely loves spoiling you when he gets the chance

. sometimes he’s extremely busy, so when he gets a second to have quality time with you he makes sure to make the most out of it

. on special dates he absolutely goes all out in getting you presents, leaving you shocked everytime

. on those days he’ll always make sure his schedule is clear just for you

| barbatos | acts of service & words of affirmation

. i feel like barbatos is a secret romantic, always telling you how good you look, complimenting you frequently on your appearance

. he will absolutely praise you when he knows how hard you’re working on something

. he secretly adores it when you treat him to something once and a while.

. sometimes he so busy doing things for others, he sincerely appreciates when you return the favor for him without his knowledge

| simeon | words of affirmation & quality time

. simeon absolutely dotes on you- telling you how beautiful you look, how much of a good job you’re doing, etc

. he cherishs any quality time with you, always asking what you want to do, where you want to go

. sometimes, you’ll let him dress you up in clothes from the celestial realm. he loves it

. he will fawn over you any chance he gets, finding himself talking about you to lucifer some days

| solomon | acts of service & physical touch

. even though he can come off as a gloater some times, solomon does love doing things for you

. he loves showing you all kinds of spells he can cast, showing you how some of them can materialize anything you ask

. he always holds you close or leaves gentle touches around your waist and holding your hand.

. he loves showing you off to the brothers especially, enjoying their jealousy

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just some simple headcannons! requests & asks are open ~ shius

| written by shius, please do not steal or repost my work without permission! |

#obey me x reader #obey me #obey me x mc #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #levi x mc #satan x mc #asmo x mc #beel x mc #belphie x mc #diavolo x mc #barbatos x mc #simeon x mc #solomon x mc

[ur-dad-satan]

I Have Spicy Obey Me! Headcannons (pt. 4)

I'm just gonna be talking about my different spicy head cannons for my little Obey me men. If you don't agree, that's fine but I will not take criticism still. <3

MDNI!! Please don't fight me on this.

Beel and Dia both like having their nipples played with. I don't know why, but I really feel like these two beefy men with their tigole biddies would love having their nips stimulated and their tiddies played with. Like squeeze them, kneed them, flick them, lick them, suck them, just anything to stimulate them and you'll have them shaking and begging at your every touch.

Sim and Barbs would get overstimulated easily. Those two are constantly so cool, calm, and collected, you can't blame me for thinking this. They would probably be all calm and collected during until they're edged, or it feels way too good. Use this power wisely and make them squirm.

Beel would fuck for his favorite foods. If he was hungry enough, he would be down to fuck like MC specifically and maybe even Barbs if they made his favorite food. Don't get me wrong, I'm not calling my man a food slut, I'm just saying that I if the food is good enough, and he was in the mood for whatever reason, he would fuck as a way of saying thank you.

Luci, Dia, Mam, Levi, Beel, and Sat are all REALLY vocal during. Whether it's moans and groans, names, whimpers, or anything else, these men specifically will be making some type of noise and it'll be loud and non-stop. These mfs (MC fuckers) are the type to moan your name like it's the only word they know.

MC would introduce everyone (except Luke) to wildly inappropriate songs for fun. MC was just listening to their slutty human music and Mam just so happened to walk in and now he walks around the HOL singing the chorus to CPR by Cupcakke. Asmo asked MC what they were listening to one day and now he can't stop saying "I wanna paint your face like you're my Mona Lisa" to just about everyone. Thanks to MC, both Dia and Beel know what a WAP is. Satan? He's absentmindedly singing Gasolina in perfect Spanish. No one knows it, but MC has sung Degrade Me by TX2 to Lucifer anytime they were feeling "frisky".

MC has everyone's (except Luke's) DDD ringtones set as said wildly inappropriate human world songs. Luci's is Side to Side by Ariana Grande. Mam's is Daddy by Cera Gibson. Levi's is Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande. Tan's is Masochism Tango by Tom Lehrer. Asmo's is I'm so Hot by Chrissy Chalpecka. Beel's is Taste by Stray Kids. Belphie's is Unfuckwitable by Zayn. Dia's is Call Out My Name by The Weekend. Barbs's is Feeling Good by Michael Bublé. Sim's is Unholy by Sam Smith and Kim Petras. Solo's is WAP by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.

All the demons can manipulate their bodies any way they want. Now this is definitely based on that one R34 comic I saw where Levi could open his mouth so wide it looked like his face was slit open and he had really fucking sharp teeth. I think all the demons can do that, but it would be different for each of them. Like they all have sharp ass teeth in their demon forms, but they all have ways to contort their bodies however they please and MC a hundred percent takes advantage of it.

#obey me shitpost #obey me crack #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me simeon #obey me songs #obey me smut #obey me undateables

[obeymesheep]

Nicknames

Lucifer, Mammon, Levithan

you/your reader

Part 2 !here!

Part 3 !here!

HII!! i'm back with so more headcannons, english has been draining my will to write anything full, but i hope to get my next full one out tomorrow or sunday! Sorry if Levi is ooc

Lucifer

Dear

Definitely not a unpopular opinion that Lucifer is more of a classic sort of guy, and Dear is his main nickname! He likes it because he feels very domestic when he uses it! He also feel very good when you bring him a little cup o' joe, and thanks you with a little "I love you, Dear"

Bean

Ok, a little silly sure but the story is cute. Lucifer is absolutely hammered on wine (or would it be demonias or smth) You sharing a couple of glasses, he starts getting really love sick silly, "You're such a little bean, you're so cute I love you" so of course you start calling him jelly, he only really uses it when he's drunk but you always call him jelly <3

Human

A fan-favourite among the demons, he only uses this when he's either teasing you or youre in some hot shit. It's like when a mom uses a child's full name to let them know they messed up. "Human, you think you can just get away with that?" But it's more of a tone thing so you can always tell when's he's teasing and time to kiss his face or when it's time to run!

Mammon

Little Crow

Mammon always uses this one when he's comforting you! It makes you feel small and safe, in your protectors arms! "Just relax little crow, I got you" one hundred percent starts calling you that because of how close you are with his familiars, they just naturally like you! They follow you around, and bring you little trinkets it just felt natural!

Baby

Starts calling you that, when you show him a human romcom, thinks it's a little weird that humans call each other that, but Mammons got the spirit! Definitely the one he calls you baby most, it doesn't embarrass him to call you that in front of others like his more embarrassing nicknames, "I love you baby, got that?"

Treasure

Another big fannon one! He uses this one when he's feeling a little more possessive, or when he's jealous! This one came pretty naturally to him it was the first one he came up with for you, "you're all my treasure! nobody else's" Just a swift arm wrapped around the waist and casual nickname drop says all that needs to be said when someone's challenging Mammon!

Leviathan

Henry

Cannon Nickname!! Calls you this because you're his best friend!! and wether or not you're in a romantic relationship doesn't change that! "ROTFL henry did you see that?" Uses this nickname the most, it's one that's close to his heart and can use wether or not he's feeling flustered!

Ruri

I can't believe I've never seen this before, but he definitely calls you that, I mean come on he known to call you Anime characters names this isn't totally out of the blue! He uses it when he's feeling particularly romantic, when you're curled into his side watching an anime! "I love you Ruri!"

Cutie

This is a normie nickname you forced him to call you! Well not really but that's what Levi tells people. You were playing nentendogs with him and named a dog Cutie, soooo totally not normie, right? "Aaah cutie stop being so cute!" Cutie is a nicknamed saved for comfort! He wants to remind you about being happy and playing video games with him.

#creams fluff #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #creams headcannons #obey me #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me levi #obey me leviathan

[writing-by-mimi]

Nine Demons and A Baby

     Fandom: Obey Me

     Pairing: Diavolo x F!MC

     Chapter: 3 Of ?

     Summary:  Demonus may just bring your dreams to life.

      Adult content. Read at your own risk. Not beta read.

     "I also have another question for you guys." You smiled as you sat on the couch eating cookies with Beel. The initial freak outs were over, and now the men were determined to show you how happy they were, since they had upset you earlier. "I...well, you guys are my family. As such... I was wondering if you would stand on my side. In the wedding." You asked shyly.

    "Hell ya we will. Ya didn't even have ta ask about that." Mammon smiled as he continued your shoulder massage.

    "I-i have to be in front of everyone?" Levi asked giving ypu puppy dog eyes, pleading for a way out as he continued to rub your feet.

    "Yes, but it won't be for too long. To sweeten the pot, I'll bribe you." You smiled. "I'm gonna be a princess."

     "Okay, we have a spa appointment at four. I went to the absolute limit, you are getting everything done." Asmo chimed excitedly.

    "Do we even have time for that?" Your mouth full of cookies.

    "True... do want a full bikini wax? We could save time and just get a cute little strip done or something."

      Coughing, you almost choked on your cookie. "Can we stop talking about my downstairs." You blushed. "I've heard my vagina talked about more today than my whole life, it's not even noon."

     "Prude." Asmo sighed as Beel fed you another cookie.

     "I expected nothing less from my M. O. H.." You smirked swallowing your cookie. "Sassy bitch. I love you." You blew him a kiss.

    The squeal that left the Avatar of Lust was ear piercing. "Do you mean it? Seriously Mc, this is no joke!"

      "Asmodeus, Avatar of Lust, the second most handsome man I know, would you do me the honor of being my maid of honor?" You bowed from your sitting position.

      Hands grasping the side of your face, Asmo placed a quick kiss on your hairline. "What are the colors?!"

     "No idea." You smiled as he paled in horror.

      "What do you mean, no idea?"

      "Exactly that. Barbatos requested that you and me stop by the castle later to pick up ye old royal spending card. He also wants to talk to you about what to buy and not to buy."

     "Oh, he would." He sighed. "Either way, I'm buying you the sluttiest panties in the realm." He hummed as he continued his business on his phone.

     "I'll text Diavolo and see what colors he wants. Last I knew he was being punished by Barbatos and Lucifer by having to do the ritual to wake his dad all by himself. Which I'm nervous as hell about... what if he hates me and forbids the whole thing?"

     "We couldn't tell you. He was sleeping before we got here." Mammon shrugged. "Besides, he'd have to be an idiot not ta love ya."

     "Mammon..." you sat up and turned around on the couch to face him. "In the human world, the bride is walked down the isle by her father... seeing as how that isn't an option... would you walk me down the isle and give me away?" A soft smile on your face as you watched him, face full of surprise.

     "Ya want me ta do it?" Confusion in his voice. "Why not Lucifer or Satan. Ya know..someone more...reputable." He shrugged looking away.

     "You've been watching over me since day one." Your voice was soft. "You're my first guy, Mammoney. I wouldn't be as far as I am today if it wasn't for you. Besides, I don't care about reputation. You know that."

    "Well ya should. Yer gonna be a Princess." He quipped crossing his arms.

    "I don't think there is a better man, angel or demon for the job. Even now, you're putting me first... so please, if not for yourself, then for me." You gave him the look. Big sad eyes and a pout.

    "Hey, hey, hey! None a that." He growled. "Ya sure yer hearts set on me doin' this?"

    "Yes. One hundred and ten percent!" You smiled eagerly.

    "Alright then, fine. But I warned ya." He pointed at you.

    You began to crawl over the couch to hug Mammon, but he grabbed you first. "Yo! Your all knocked up and shit. You can't be crawling all over the furniture like that!"

     Hugging him tightly, you let out a hum as you continued to squeeze. "I'll make sure you even get some wedding accessories, paid for by me. We can buy hella expensive ones and you can hawk everything but one later."

     "That's my girl." Mammon laughed as he made sure you sat down on the couch carefully.

     "What do I get to do?" Beel asked as he set another cookie against your lips.

    Opening wide for the cookie, you took your time chewing. "I've got it!" You smiled to him. "Two things. The first being to make sure me and baby royal eat. Today and the next day are gonna be crazy for me. So I need you to remind me to eat. It's bad for the baby if I don't. Second, keep track of Belphie, although you already do that, it's super important now. I can't lose him." You smiled to Beel. "Hear that little royal baby. Uncle Beel is gonna make sure you get nutrients no matter what." You poked your belly.

     "You know you may not have conceived quite yet. While the process is happening, it does take time." Satan informed you.

     "That's why I'm talking to it. I don't know exactly when I'll know for sure they are there...but they are going to be there. The sigil is making sure for me. It's literally just a ticking time bomb." You looked down to you stomach. "Pretty sure Dia has a breeding kink, so it's definitely gonna happen." Your eyes went wide. You had said the quiet part outloud.

    "Oh, that gives me so many ideas." Asmodeus shuddered. "In the back of Majolish they have a section that is V.I.P., I've always wanted to take you, but now it's a must."

     "Thats...that's way more info then I ever wanted to know." Belphie couldn't hide his disgust.

     "A man of culture." Leviathan whispered to himself as he turned pink.

     "Old wives tales say you can determine the gender of the baby by position and time of day." Satan acknowledged, looking up from his phone. "Where you on top, or bottom?"

    "Which part?" You blushed. "I mean, ew! No! I'm not gonna tell you guys this!"

     "I bet the prince is hung as fuck. That hard on in those slacks. That sexy bitch is packin' some major cock." Asmodeus sighed.

    "Stop thinking about his cock!" Your voice now an octave higher.

     "Ah. A jealous lover Mc. You and Leviathan can bond a lot now." Satan smirked.

     "Don't stress her out, it's bad for our niece or nephew." Leviathan blushed. "Though come to my room whenever and we can make voodoo dolls of anyone who gets too close." He added matter of factly.

     "That's really sweet Levi." You smiled to him. "Oh! After I have the little royal, can you introduce Henry 2.0 to my baby? That way he can have another friend." Levi and his goldfish had an odd relationship, but it was normal, considering he was such a shut in. A fish can't completely spurn you or anything...

     The third borns face lit up. "Of course! That way when they are old enough to swim, they can swim with Henry and I!" It was adorable how excited he was.

      "Are you guys busy today?"

      "We can clear or schedules, what's up?" Belphie told you.

     "Well, when I go back with Asmo, would you guys come too? I get the royal credit card and I have to buy clothes, but I also need a wedding dress... in the human realm, the brides maids usually try to match the bride. Since you guys are standing on my side, you guys are my bride maids. So I was thinking we could get that accomplished before my four o'clock appointment with Asmo." You looked to them quickly. "Only if you want to though!"

    "Isn't that the side that wears dresses?" Beel asked with a raised eye brow.

    "Yes, but since your guys, you can wear the suits."

     "I'd wear a dress if it ment I got to see Lucifer in a dress." Belphie snickered.

     "There is something really freeing about how the balls can hang more...openly." Asmodeus emphasized.

     "Tuxes will work fine." You smiled as you stood. "I'll go change so we can leave."

     Barbatos had briefed Asmodeus, the Avatar looking glum on his return. "I can still get the slutty panties, but I can't take you to the back of Majolish or Barbatos will nark me out to Solomon. Then I'll be in for it, and not in any kind of fun way." He sighed. "On the plus side, he told me Diavolo would like red, black and gold. He can't have his phone in the area of the ritual, cuz it'll fuck shit up apparently. Also, he sends his love, Princess." He winked. "Here is this." He handed you the card. It didn't even have a name or numbers. Just a gold card, rigid in nature. It didn't even have a magnetic strip. "Barb said you can slide it anyway, it'll accept anywhere. If it doesn't, to call him ASAP because he's gonna rip them apart for denying a royal card. Plus, you need to text him that the card is in your possession and no longer in my hot little hands." The Avatar gave a hum, as if trying to remember if there was anything else. "Barb is picking up Diavolo's tux, getting his fancy pants and everything for the ceremony when they make you princess, and, you have to get two dresses today. Wedding dress is what fits your fancy if you agree to the color scheme. The other one we HAVE to text Barb about. He'll flip his lid if it doesn't match prince charmings fancy outfit."

      "Anything else on that laundry list?" Belphie sighed.

      Mammon was in awe. "The MEGA GOLDIE." He whispered.

      "Oh, that reminds me, Mammon, Barb said its a treason charge for you if you take Mcs card without permission and spend even a single penny, But, you may touch it once."

      "I don't wanna watch Mammon cum his pants." Levi grumbled.

      "Ok, Mams, if you don't steal from the castle ever, in your whole life... I'll let you have ten minutes alone with Mega Goldie. No questions asked, you just can't spend anything. I'll even let you swipe the card today for every purchase I make." You smirked as you waved the card in front of his face, watching his eyes follow it.

     "No stealing from the castle ever again... and when your out with me, I get to swipe it. Any and everytime. Fifteen minutes alone, no questions asked and I won't spend a penny unless ya tell me too."

    "Promise?"

    "On my life." It was the most serious you had ever seen him.

    "Deal. When would you like your fifteen minutes?"

    "Tonight, after Mega Goldie has been naughty little whore and spent millions of Grimm."

     "That's weird as shit, but not unexpected..." you sighed.

     "Don't kink shame me, miss, I love being bred while being called princess." Mammon scoffed.

     "Vanilla." Asmodeus sighed, bored. "Can we go do the fun stuff now?"

     Tuxedo shopping had been easy. Asmo picked the classic black suit, and Beel had found a red and gold tie, with matching pocket squares. Red undershirts and gold vest under the coat had been found by Satan. They even had Lucifers measurements to give to them and set up for delivery to the castle at nine in the morning tomorrow.

      "That was... unexpectedly easy."

      "You didn't pick me as your Maid of Honor for nothing Sweetie." He gave a wink. "Next agenda, Mc needs her Princess gown made. She needs measurements, Barb already sent instructions." Asmodeus was looking at his phone. "That's so sweet, he's having them make one especially for you now. It also saves us time so we can make your four o'clock." He put his phone back into his bag.

      The dress makers were a small, frail looking older couple. They were adorable. You could see how much they loved each other. You wondered how you and Diavolo would look when you were both older, but that would be a while. Dia was already over eighty thousand...and still looked so handsome.

     They had taken your measurements and gotten input from you about what type of style you would like. Over all it went smooth as could be. Barbatos had already instructed which fabrics and patterns and such, so it left you with the easy part. You were thankful for that.

      Your wedding dress on the other hand was more of a struggle.

      It was almost overwhelming. The sheer amount of fabrics, different patterns...you weren't even sure what style of dress would be best suited.

      "Guys, I'm kind of freaking out. What if I mess this up? The whole frigging kingdom is gonna know because Miphistolese is going to be there reporting on the whole thing. Like...what if I make an ugly dress? I don't want to embarrass Diavolo..."

     "You actually think Asmodeus would let you walk out of here with a creation that's anything other than perfect?" Belphie laughed.

      "What is an aspect of the dress you would like the most? We can work around that." Satan sat down next to you as he opened up one of the many books with dresses.

      "I want to show my pact marks." A gentle smile on your lips.

      "Smart. It shows power and strength with the kingdom."

       "That too, I guess. I was thinking more along the lines that I am really proud of them, and you guys. In an odd way, you and your brothers are kind of a package deal with me." Small laugh leaving you as you bumped shoulders with a now blushing Satan.

      "Then we just go backless, unless you would want more cover?" Levi flipped through another book until he found the part containing backless dresses and sat it on top of the one Satan opened.

      "I was gonna ask if backless was too slutty, but then again, I am in literal Hell. So completely backless it is."

    "How's it gonna attach? Some ladies have a bow, others have the big long dangly bits." Beel asked as he continued to eat the bag of chips Asmodeus had pulled from his bag.

     "You could have a simple clasp, so there isn't anything to obstruct your back view if your interested." Belphie turned the book he was looking at to face you. "Plus with the clasp, we could do something, like the royal seal."

     "I am so proud of you." The Avatar of Lust placed a sloppy kiss on Belphegors cheek. "You're so adorable!"

      Belphies face held disgust, but his eyes gave him away. It was sweet, watching the brothers interact like this.

      "Ok, so with the back and neck how it is, we need to figure out the chest and how to attach said clasp." Satan muttered.

     "What about like this?" Mammon showed you a picture in a magazine. The model sporting a dress that the front was held by the sides, the front top a flat cut line to reveal cleavage, with the right measurements you could definitely make your bust look bigger...

     "We can hide how the straps adjust on the inside, right?" Levi asked the elderly man. He nodded and went back to looking through his fabric catalog.

     His wife came back out of the back and instructed him to follow her. They returned a few minutes later with a three foot long spool. Simple white cotton on top wound tightly.

     Satan moved the books so they could place the roll down. The elderly man snapping the bands easily he removed the cotton.

    You were mesmerized.

     "This spool was reserved for the late Queen. She had a ball gown made with part of the fabric. We've not had the heart to use it since. That prince may seem cheery and pay very well, but there is a sadness deep in that boy." The older woman lamented. "I think it only just it see the light if day again for a happy occasion."

     Fine black lace, inlaid with delicate gold strands that would catch the light when moved. It made the lace sparkle in the shop lights while the part not moving as much still looked black as night.

     "I never will forget the dress I used this on. Our business was about to go under when my husband fell ill. The king must have taken pity on me, he paid ten times the value of what I was asking. The dress was for the night they announced she was with child. She was absolutely radiant." The woman reminisced fondly. "Also very kind. She came by the shop because she was so impressed with the dress. We've been in the castle employee ever since. Seeing as how the prince never needed dresses, we were surprised when he paid a handsome sum a few years ago."

     You couldn't help the blush on your face.

      The older gentleman rattled off the measurements. An exact fit for yours. Even describing down to the last detail how it was hemmed. "You made my dress." It was a whisper. "I'd never worn anything that fancy in my life. I felt like a real life princess when I changed at the party. Dia gave it as part of his gift to me for my birthday. We celebrated it with his that night." Standing, you made your way to the elderly woman and gave her a soft hug. "Thank you. You made me feel so special that night. I'll never be able to tell you how much it means that you made it for me."

      The older man let out a loud laugh. "I think it made him happier than you."

     "What makes you say that?" Satan asked, curious as to the man's answer.

     "That boy didn't look lonely looking at that dress. We've been in this business for years. When someone else sees the completed work, you can tell a lot about them. He even came in personally to get it. It's not everyday royalty comes and inspects the work at the shop. So I knew it was important to him then and there." He pointed at you, a gleeful smile mixed with mischief on his face. "Considering I'm making a wedding dress as quickly as I am, he must have finally gotten the balls to tell ya himself." He nodded.

     "The prince isn't allowed to come get this dress. Human tradition dictates he doesn't see it until she is walking down the isle." The woman reminded her husband. "Barbatos instructed me if he were to come in, to send him away immediately."

     "That's definitely Barb." Asmo sighed. "Fun sucker."

     "Although it is a shame. My best work will be torn to shreds by the nights end, but it's to be expected during the coupling ceremony." The man blushed.

     "What's that?" You turned to the blonde.

     "Were you not told what your wedding was going to entail?" Belphie snickered.

     "W-well...no. we didn't get that far. Barb came in, then he called Lucifer. Then he did the eyes at me. Then I got sent to you guys. There wasn't really time."

     "Cuz ya spent that time fucking." Asmo giggled as you turned red.

     "It's tradition for royal weddings. Yer not gonna like it and ya can't get outta it." Mammons blush taking over his whole face and neck.

     "Okay, now I'm nervous again. What the hell is the coupling?"

    "Sex is more important for demons than humans. To make sure a bride is not faking things for a gain of power, they are given an elixir. Essentially you won't be able to lie. Every reaction will be genuine. Diavolo already doesn't lie, but I imagine he'll be a good sport and take his elixir anyway." Satan sat back in his chair. "After the wedding ceremony, you consummate the marriage. The only thing giving you any privacy is the curtains on the bed..." a heavy flush now taking his face over as he cleared his throat. "And that's only to ensure the princess or queen would not be exposed to the attendees. It's a right reserved for the Prince or king..." He cleared his throat again. "Diavolo will be judged if he can... pleasure you... in a satisfactory manner. With the elixir you can't fake it."

     All you could do was blink.

     "It's to ensure actual attraction and prove that they are both sexually bound to one another. The emotional bond is the wedding ceremony. It being done in a human way doesn't really matter. So I imagine Diavolo opted for that, so he could actually give you a wedding."

     "Probably as apology for not telling you this part." The seventh born mumbled.

     "So... everyone is gonna hear?" Your voice was shaky.

     "Yes, and you'll hear them. Lots of times its for the man to absolutely rail the hell outta the woman. Some demons even take the chance to get their rocks off."

     "Oh EW!" You cringed. "You mean dirty old men are gonna jerk off to me and Dia?! I'm gonna be too nervous. It's gonna look terrible on Dia!!" You put your head between your legs as you crouched down. "How do I look at anyone after that?"

      "Like you own their asses. Cuz after that, we feast. Then you become princess." Mammon rubbed your back.

     Shooting your head up, you cringed again. "You have to close your ears! You guys can't hear me have sex!"

     "If it helps, I'm going to be cheering for Diavolo to absolutely ruin you, honey." Asmo patted your head.

     "No!" You whined.

     "The louder he makes you scream and moan the better. It's a testament to his virility. It also says that the louder the princess or queen is, the better ruler he will be. So Diavolo is gonna give it to you like never before." Asmodeus sighed dreamily. "And most of the dirty old men will be listening to you, dear."

     "Not helping!" You whined again as you stood up wrapping your arms around yourself. "I can't believe everyone is gonna hear me have sex!"

      "If it helps, Demonus is on tap for everyone and the kingdom has a rager for the next 7 days. So most likely most people will forget." Levi kneeled next to you.

     "How? You're gonna hear me sound like a fucking hentai video!" Anger in your voice as you huffed.

     "You love Lord Diavolo, right?" Satan's eyes boring into yours.

      "I've...I've never been in love, but everything I've ever read or seen... it feels like it is. I'd do anything for him. I even told him he had an out. That we could pretend that it never happened and he said no."

      "So what's having great sex with you new husband? It ain't shit compared to what ya were willin' to do for 'em. This is cake walk. You'd do a lot worse for 'em, right?" Mammon smirked.

     "Ya. I think I would." You gave a small worried laugh.

      "Then ya got it locked down. Don't worry about it. Just do yer best to enjoy the moment."

      "Beside, public sex might be a new kink, and I implore you to try all kinds of nasty shit with prince charming. I want every detail."

Asmo bit his lip.

     "You can do it. Put those hentai videos to shame!" Leviathan held out his hand for a high-five. You weakly tapped his hand.

     "You can't say a word about it after. Not even a peep!" You pointed to Asmodeus.

     "I promise nothing, but your missing the point. It will be fine. The sex with him has been good, right?"

      It had been amazing. You weren't gonna tell them that though. You settled for nodding your head.

     "Then don't worry. Just enjoy it." He shrugged.

     "Also, don't get mad at the comments after." Beel crumpled his empty chip bag and put it in his pocket. "They'll probably say some stuff you won't like, just ignore it. It doesn't matter what they think." His confident smile brought a smile to you.

      "If you wanted...you could punish Diavolo for not telling you." A sly grin on Belphegors face. "Human weddings, they spend the night before apart, right? So we dress you in those slutty panties Asmo is gonna get, and you show him what he's missing. He'll never not tell you stuff like that again. Simple really."

     "That's fucking devious! I love it!" Asmo giggled. "Tell him he can't cum either. That he has to save every drop for the coupling, then just leave his ass alone at the castle!"

    "He'll see you tomorrow anyway at some point, but it will probably be with his father. Of course, you could meet him tonight and not see him tomorrow. So that won't help him either.  He won't have time to ravish you." Satan smirked. "We can dangle you like candy in front of him, because it was pretty negligent of him not to tell you. He could have atleast texted you about it."

     "Hey, all the outfit is missing is the red? Why don't you do blood red under the lace?" Beel was staring at the lace.

     "Majolish has shoes. We grab you two outfits. Two pairs of slutty panties, one for the wedding and one to drive him mad tonight. Then we hit your four o'clock and get you dressed." Asmo smirked as he pulled put his phone. "This works perfect. Lord Diavolo should be done at six. Dinner at seven, you, Barb, the king, and all of us Avatars. Then you bait Diavolo into a hard on  for the ages and leave with us."

     You mulled it over for a moment. Red would look fantastic under the lace, and being dangled in front of Dia when it was so obvious he had a breeding kink... salaciously telling him not to cum while you got him riled up and just left... "Yes to the red Beel. It's a great idea. Belphegors plan is solid. I like it." You smiled happily as you gave Belphie a hug.

      Finding two outfits had been cake walk with Asmodeus and the brothers. Said Avatar even got his fantasy when Levi went to grab a dress you might like and another woman tried to take it from him. Satan had stomped over and growled at her, ripping it from her hands while being careful to not damage the dress.

     "Not near bloody enough, but that one...whew!" He fanned himself.

     Satan had explained Levi found it and that he was just trying to help. If the shop keeper saw, they didn't say anything.

     Shoes were a bit harder but went relatively easy with six men standing in line bringing you pair after pair.

     The waxing on the other hand...

      Asmodeus had scheduled a full body wax. The only thing left on you were your perfectly shaped eyebrows, thanks to the beautician, and the hair on your head. You couldn't blame them for laughing as you screamed during the bikini wax. You'd laugh if it hadn't been you being waxed.

      Your hair was treated, even Asmodeus hadn't managed to get it this soft and shiny. Your skin was buffed and lotioned and potioned... these people had made you a whole meal to be dangled infront of Diavolo.

     The outfit you would wear for the rest of the day and dinner was simple, but it held an air of regal standing. A dress that wrapped around you and was secured by the tie that rested in a bow on your hip. It was a great find. Your breast looked amazing in the bra Asmo picked, the matching panties snug against your bare skin. All you would have to do is undo the bow and you could show Diavolo how the garter belt you wore connected to your stockings. Fine lace straps connecting to your bra. It was tame compared to the lingerie that would be under your wedding dress...

     The boys even got their eyebrows waxed under a dare from you after they had laughed about how sore you were. Over all, it had been a wonderful day.

     You just hoped dinner and meeting your futures husband's father went well.

     Arriving at the castle it was 6:15 which left you forty-five minutes until dinner started. Barbatos and Lucifer had greeted you at the door. Demon forms on full display.

     Lucifer had taken his brothers aside as Barbatos lead you back to Diavolo's chambers.

     "The young master is in the bath. He will be done shortly. He has awoken the King successfully and fully explained his plans."

    "How'd that go over?" You wrung your hands together.

     "He wishes to meet you before he comments."

     "What if I fuck this up? I still don't even know which fork goes to what. What if he thinks I'm not good enough for his son?"

     "Why would you not be good enough, Mc?" Barbatos tipped his head back to look at you while continuing his path.

     "Because I'm me." You snorted. "A commoner not even from this realm. Little baby royal could disrupt his bloodline, which could really piss him off." You let go of your hands. "What if just simply loving Diavolo isn't enough for him. He could probably find a woman better than me in five minutes." You shrugged. "What if all he sees is a disappointment of a being and forbids the wedding?" Your voice was small. "I don't think my heart could survive that. How would I tell little baby royal that it will never know it's father because it's grandpa hates me? Or worse yet..." you couldn't bring yourself to say the words. The thought of the King demanding you be rid of the child created in a drunken error made your blood run cold. "I know I'm just thinking of the worst stuff, but I can't help it. I just want to reflect well on Diavolo. On his father and the kingdom. He's so sweet that he wouldn't care, but he should, it's his father." You weren't sure when you stopped walking. "What if my love isn't enough?"

     "Simple things as what to use at dinner and how to act can be taught. Anyone can learn and act as they should. Character however can not. You either have it, or you do not. Do you believe yourself to have good character?"

     "Maybe. I mean, so far from what I can tell, you guys like me. So that has to speak to something, right?"

    "True. Do you believe yourself capable of standing by Diavolos side and ruling one day?" The butler asked.

     "Someday. With you, Lucifer and Dia by my side, I feel like I could do anything." You shyly admitted. "I know I can learn more about the Devildom, that'll be expected and that's fine. I'm just... I'm worried about failing a whole fucking realm if it were just me. How Dia does it everyday...I still don't understand. The amount of pressure as prince filling in for a sleeping king... it's great practice for when the time comes, but he's been raised for it. I'm atleast sixty thousand years behind. So unless you know a spell to cram sixty thousand years of learning how to run a country into my noggin, I'm starting at square one. My only advantage being the people around me that I can lean on and learn from."

      "Princesses and Queens deal more with the public image, not so much the heavy mechanical parts of what makes a kingdom tick. They are said to be the heart of kingdoms, leaving the men to do the more...technical work, as they should for their wives. Would being around the people of the Devildom bother you?"

     "It doesn't bother me. Seven of my best friends are demons. I'm worried I'll bother them. My approval rating at R.A.D. was only forty percent. Which, while not bad, considering everything... it definitely isn't great. Especially if you applied it statistically across the kingdom. My numbers just plummet then. Older demons who are set in their ways will always exist. I know that. Trying to change a whole kingdoms mind on humans... statistically, it'll never be one hundred percent. But if I could just get fifty, fuck, even forty percent kingdom wide, I'd consider that a win for the ages." You laughed, but your heart wasn't truly in it. "I know it'll be work, that doesn't bother me. I just don't want the kingdom to think unfairly of Diavolo. I know he's a grown demon, can take care of himself. You helped raise him, so I know he can manage. I just... I worry about him. I have for a while, and after this morning I always will. I don't think that'll change. I just hope I worry a little bit less as time goes on, but I don't see that happening either." 

      Letting out a deep breath, you took another one to try and calm yourself. "Barb... I have a question, but I can't even ask it of you." You shook your head as both of your hands rested on your stomach. "Dia asked you not to use your abilities...my question... I can't even ask it of you because of what it would mean, the position it would put you in. Even asking it outloud...it probably breaks a law." You did your best to hold back tears. "If he... if the king orders the baby to be," you took a breath, "disposed of," You couldn't finish your question. It was unfair to ask him something like this. You shook your head quickly. "I'll figure it out. It's not right to ask you. I'll figure out." You assured yourself. "I won't let anything happen to Diavolos baby. I won't." A few tears rolled down your cheek as you bit your lip. "He was so happy, I won't fail him." Your hands slowly rubbed your stomach. "Just...nevermind." you offered your biggest smile. You couldn't put him in that position. To go against the kings word and help you escape if the king should want your child murdered. Could you even run and hide from the demon King? "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have even brought it up to you."

     "Ask."

      Eyes focused in the butlers eyes, you bit your lip. Saying it outloud to him, it could get him in such trouble. "I can't. I can't do that to you."

     "Then ask, for the child."

      Closing your eyes, you took another deep breath. "If the king wants our child dead, would you help me? Just...stop time, even if just for a minute? I'll figure out the rest, somehow. I know even asking you to go against his orders is probably some sort of treason. I'm sorry." A soft sob left your lips as you shook your head. "I have to do whatever it takes for this kid. If this is the path that I have to take. I'll do it. I just... I don't know if I'm strong enough to do it alone against someone as powerful as the Demon King alone." You wiped your eyes. "Just, never mind. This conversation never happened. I'll figure it out." You nodded as you smiled to the butler. "I'll find a way if I need too." Wiping your face, you shook your hands and did your best to calm yourself. "I'm sorry."

      The rest of the walk to Diavolo's chambers had been silent. Barbatos hadn't given you an answer. Perhaps he thought it obvious, or perhaps he wanted no part in a treasonous plot to disobey the king. "Thank you." You told him as you stopped outside of Diavolo's door. "I'll see you at dinner." You offered a soft smile as you entered, leaving the butler in the hall.

     Entering Diavolos chambers you were greeted to Diavolo laughing as he put on his cuff links, Barbatos behind him, inspecting his suit jacket.

     You froze in place.

     "Mc, are you alright?" Diavolo quickly walked over to you, one hand on your hip, the other brushing the side of your face.

    "Have you been here the whole time?" Your eyes finding the butler. Whoever had walked you here was not Barbatos as the butler confirmed he had been here. Helping Diavolo ready for dinner.

     "That son of a bitch!" Diavolo growled, moving past you to fling open his door. "Father!" His voice full of a rage you had never heard from him before.

     Father.

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[dxrlinggxd]

who i think may/may not die in vol 2

since noah just confirmed that there will be some deaths in v2, here's my opinion on all the characters' safety

NOT safe:

lucas sinclair

the first name that came to mind. he might get vecna'd in vol 2 and he kinda seems killable rn if that makes sense (not that i want him to die don't get me wrong i love lucas) and also (this applies to the other 3 boys) it wld be rlly mean to kill them off just before the final season

max mayfield

i was 85% sure she was getting vecna'd again in vol 2 and then the new teaser practically confirmed it. the vol 2 trailer doesn't look good for her

dustin henderson

could die saving steve, plus the duffers said a fan fav is dying, but also he's one of the 4 ogs so for that reason alone he might be safe

murray bauman

the hilarious comic relief character everyone loves. seen this film before

enzo/dmitri

i was surprised they hadnt killed him off already, but now if they do it wouldn't be surprising at all so idk lets see

mike wheeler

this is the one character who i assumed was safe because i was just all "nah they wouldn't do that"...but honestly? he isn't rlly safe. there's also the whole IT parallel to think abt (bec it's basically canon that will has feelings for mike). but then again like i said earlier, they might not kill the of 4 in the penultimate season

jonathan byers

i feel like of the teens this is the most likely death. not steve or eddie or robin, as I'll explain later. and i highly doubt nancy. his death would hurt everybody but especially will (we know he gets a bigger arc)

erica sinclair

again, the entertaining side character. you never know

karen wheeler

she has a character poster even though she rlly hasn't played a major role so far. there was also that clip in the trailer where shes scared and holding holly. very very likely shes dying

UNSURE ABOUT

(in descending order of likelihood)

jim hopper

again, he got too close to peril for him to actually die again, but again, we never know. of the people in this section, he seems the most likely to die

nancy wheeler

they put her too close to peril for her to actually die. her character also feels like it has a lot of potential vis-a-vis the plot. i'd say a 93% chance she survives

steve harrington & eddie munson

put them together because they have the same explanation: does the way the show is going seem to set up for their deaths? yes. but i think it was shawn levy who said steve is safe, and also joseph essentially said he's in s5, so they wont die. most likely. but they could also just be lying so :|

[edit] + robin says to steve in the vol 2 "i have this terrible feeling it might not work out for us this time" so tbh...idh a good feeling

joyce byers

she could've died, maybe, but winona accidentally said she's in s5 so lol she might not. she isn't a hundred percent in danger (and also there's that snippet of jon and will hugging that we need to be wary of)

SAFE

el hopper

no way she's getting killed off with a whole season left

will byers

again, no way he's dying with a whole season left + he obviously has a much bigger role to play

robin buckley

because it'd just be plain wrong for them to kill off their only openly lgbt character. and also vickie apparently has a bigger role to play. so

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[liviavanrouge]

Hated Oc Rivals Meet(Trigger warning)

Maria(My Hero Academia Abby Aizawa Rival): *Sighs, fixing her hair*

Jane(Attack on Titan Layla Ackerman Rival): *Looks over as the door opens*

Ophelia (Fire Force Melody Melody Rival): *Walks in, shutting the door behind her*

Maria: OH HELL NO!

Ophelia: What....

Maria: Look....I get that people don't like me for mentally and physically abusing Abby, BUT THEY HATE ME AT THE SAME LEVEL AS THIS BITCH!

Jane: Yeah *Nods*

Ophelia: Maybe more than me...

Maria: That's some bull...

Ophelia: The way you broke Abby, that was disrespectful

Maria: Yeah maybe until the Sports Festival Arc, but I've grown, me and her are friends again and I've been more protective of my best friend!

Ophelia: But you grew to be a bigger Bitch to everyone but her!

Jane: I will never forgive you for slapping Deku! NEVER!

Maria: YOU TRIED TO KILL LAYLA! IN FRONT OF LEVI AND EREN!!!

Jane: Look I know what I've done was wrong...

Maria: But you tried to break Levi's heart more...

Jane: GIRL! it's attack on Titan! She's dead now anyway and even if she didn't die during the Beast Titan Fight saving her kids she would've died eventually!

Sarah(Obey Me Sarafina Rival): But imagine being hated for just wanting Lucifer!

Jane: YOU TRIED TO SCREW A MAN WHO'S MARRIED AND HAS SEVERAL KIDS!

Sarah: Okay, like this hoe behind me ain't try and do worst!

Perish(Death Note Octavia Rival): What...L is cute..I know he had a wife and kids along with a third child on the way, but uhm...I couldn't help myself

Sarah: And you said I did the worst, she tried to screw a man who had a third child on the way, the one I tried to screw had no children on the way and his children was growing up healthy and fine!

Maple(Twisted Wonderland Livia Rival): All I wanted was Jack and that hoe had to steal him from me..

Maria: Honey he wouldn't take you back even if you killed that girl...

Ophelia: He definitely wouldn't...

Maple: I know the bitches that wouldn't give up ain't talking either...

Koila(Tokyo Revengers Dahlia Rival): What I wanna know! Is why Mikey chose Dahlia over me! When I knew him since we were kids!!!

Maria: I gotta admit it Dahlia and Mikey are cute together, I don't think you two would've lasted a day...

Sarah: I will be honest Abby and Amajiki bring officially together in the My Hero Academia Manga near the end is so cute, but it was heart breaking when he witnessed Shigaraki murder her...

Nalu(Demon Slayer Lily Rival): I WANTED TO KILL LILY, BUT TOMIOKA GOT IN MY WAY!

Jane: WOAHHHH! Tomioka loves Lily even though she is a demon and the fact that she feeds off of his love and affection for her is downright adorable and fluffy! Don't talk about my girl like that...now this bitch here though...

Hazel(Blue Period Amethyst Rival): *Points to herself*

Jane: YES YOU! HOE!

Hazel: Ugh excuse you...

Koila: you're excused! But honey driving Amethyst to attempt suicide Several times is not cool baby...

Hazel: That witch doesn't deserve to live!

Perish: Neither do you...

Momoi(Kuroko no Basket Rival to Crystal): Wait why am I here...

Sarah: YES! Why is she here she's not that hated...

Maple: Agreed, she did back off and help Kuroko get together with Crystal...why is she hated...

Momoi: EXACTLY!

Miete(Food Wars Aisha Rival): Does that apply to me too...

Momoi: No you deserve to be here...

Perish: One hundred percent...

Maria: You're the most hated out of all of us...

Sarah: Why would you 1. Try to date Kurokiba when you find out he's dating Aisha, 2. Mess up Aisha's recipe so she couldn't move to the next round, 3. Challenge Aisha for her No. 2 seat, 4. After the timeskip to when they're adults you got Kurokiba drunk and screwed him causing you to have bare child and causing the two to break off their engagement

Miete: I mean...she went and married Soma afterwards, so win win...

Sarah: You're a disgrace you know that...

Miete: Yes I do and I'm proud of what I've done!

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[lady-eny]

TITLE: ON THE NATURE OF DUTY (17/17) COMPLETED!

Some tags: AU - Spies & Secret Agents, Enemies to Lovers, Action, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Mikenana, Minor Zekehan, Minor Character Death, Reincarnation.

Summary:

In another life, they meet again. But what if instead of comrades, they find themselves as enemies?

Levi, Eldia’s best agent, lives to fulfill his duty. Yet, as he teams up with his enemies to save the world, he begins losing sight of it. Despite reminding himself how much he hates Hange—the marleyan star analyst—being around her makes him question everything he believed true.

He can’t prevent his brain from scrambling at her mere presence, ever closer. Perhaps it’s that he recognizes her from a long time ago…

CROSS-POSTING ON: AO3

Other Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Notes: So.. here we are, at the end of yet another journey **gets emotional**

Thanks for reading this entire fic. It means a lot. I really wanted to give a second change to our favorite couple. They deserved it, but of course they had to overcome some things and let some others settle before that. 

Hope y’ll have a great day, week, year. Take care✨

Chapter 17

“Hey… Four eyes.”

He stepped in, feeling the world around him craving in.

She pasted a weird smile over her mouth, trying to act all cheerful. “You understand. It’s finally here, you know?... It’s my turn. I want to look as cool as I possibly can right now. So just… Let me go, will you?”

His heart clenched within his chest, his eyes losing any light they could have contained before. He stared down at his useless hands. He couldn’t do anything, less when she was asking him to do nothing. As always, his heart was first in no one’s prioritizing list—not his, not hers.

For both, their duty was the owner of the top place and would always be.

Wouldn’t it?

Levi’s head is gradually killing him—that, or he’s already dead. His luck is such that perhaps even dead he won’t stop hurting, so that would make perfect sense. Likely, it’s the former instead of the latter; this pain is all too familiar. He recognizes the neat and worn scanty surface beneath his fingers, as he’s laid on it a hundred times hitherto. The constant beep of a monitor, the lemon whiff he inhales with every breath, and the arctic air chilling his bones (whoever thought a thin gown was enough to protect from the air conditioner was an idiot).

All this proves what he knew the moment he regained conscience.

He’s in the hospital.

Knowing that, Levi doesn’t open his eyes, too drained by the ache behind his eyelids. He knows what he’ll see at first glance, anyway: bright and blinding fluorescent lighting—capable of boosting his headache by an extra thousand percent. His muscles are sore, his shoulder and side numbed, and his throat burns. He must have been pretty bad, because upon waking up, he’s usually in better shape.

What happened? Images mingle in his mind and vanish. Hange in danger, he trying to save her, promising her to remain alive… blankness. He got hurt, then? Did he save her? Is she alive?

Minutes go by, but the pain doesn’t decrease.

I’ll stay here for a while, Levi muses, so there’s no point in delaying the inevitable.

He opens his eyes back to reality and winces at the explosion of enlightenment. He blinks rapidly to adjust. The view he encounters is not different from his expectations. White ceiling, white walls, white bed—as if someone had shitted white paint and sprinkled it on every corner.

At the fore of his bed, on a desk, a blond man is reading a stack of papers.

“Such a nice place to work,” Levi tries to say—emphasis on tries, as his words come out as a squawk. He clears his throat, but he continues sounding raspy in his next attempt. His hand stretches to a water glass on the side table and he takes a sip. The water sliding down his throat feels like the hit of ice spikes through his tract. Yet it does help him regain his natural speech. “How… What happened?”

Erwin doesn’t answer, abstracted by his work as he is. He puts a pen on his ear in a clumsy way Levi’s never seen from him before. Dark bags hang under his eyes and his hair is disheveled, also a new look to Levi. It births an unsettling churn in his stomach. For Erwin to look like this, Levi can only imagine the worst possible scenario. Zeke won…. The attacks happened… Global chaos…

Hange dead.

Levi can’t handle any more silence. “Erwin,” he calls, piercing the subject of his attention with his eyes, until the other man sighs and sets the papers down.

“The threat was neutralized,” Erwin tells him, and Levi’s glare loses its fang. “Zeke Yeager is in jail, and we’ve dismantled most of Tybur’s cameras and devices from around the globe. We also captured most of the people in their headquarters and are trying to discover the infiltrators in the governments, Eldia’s included. Some run away, but they don’t have anywhere to go and everyone is seeking them out. We’ll find them.”

He assimilates the information. The most important unknown is at the edge of his tongue… He can’t make himself throw it out. Levi chooses to ask a simpler question, instead.

“Tybur was…?”

“We are aware of his crimes, but he’s extremely powerful. We can’t do anything big against him now, but he won’t be able to restart the previous organization for the time being.”

Levi swallows the limp in his throat. The effort only makes his head spin, and the lump tighter. “That’s good,” he says, strained. “Did any civilian die?”

Erwin shakes his head and returns to work with a frown. If that’s true, why does Erwin look so troubled? Why is he so clearly overworked and tired? Levi supports his weight with his arms and sits upright, flinching at the blaze of pain that shoots through his side. The bead creaks as he adjusts his position.

“Take it easy,” Erwin advises. Never glancing up from his papers, he lifts his index finger. “Before you ask, your friend was deported to Marley.”

He wasn’t about to ask that, exactly, but that does answer his actual question. She’s alive. Relief sinks him deeper into the bed.

Erwin continues, “As far as I know, she infiltrated the organization’s server and obtained data about their other bases. That’s how we’ve found and captured most of them.”

Of course she did. Levi fights the corners of his mouth, which are kicking upward.

It’s over. The mission, the global threat. They more or less succeeded. And now…

“Did the war between Marley and Eldia resume?”

Erwin leans back on the chair and looks at the large window covered by blinds. Not even a hint of light seeps in from them.

“Yes.” The lonely word overwhelms the room with a stinky odor.

Levi wrinkles his nose. “I see.”

It could mean a lot of things. Levi hoped all the recent death would pacify the sparkle of conflict between the two nations, but from the look on Erwin’s face… Does this mean they’re back into their original positions, as before this mission? Like nothing transpired?

His body turns much heavier, making a hole in the bed. Memories flash in his head. He, going from city to city—a figure in motion without a soul, going through circumstances he never wants to repeat. The face of the people he’s killed, the debris and screams from the innocent after the bombings. Hange’s voice when she told him about her family.

His mother.

How to forgive Eldia for causing so much harm? The idealized version of his country no longer exists, along with the idea of its safety justifying every action taken against those who don’t share the same place of birth. It remains the place he’s grown into, though—the one that saw his mother born and die, even when its puppeteers are the ones who orchestrated her death. The one he’s dedicated his entire life to. Can he give it his back? More so, can he rely on his people once more, knowing what he does?

He watches Erwin warily until the other man catches sight of his gaze. He taps his papers into order and interrupts Levi’s inner turmoil. “You don’t trust me.”

No need to deny the obvious. “No, I don’t.”

“Will you ever trust me again?”

“I don’t think so.” Trust is hard to build; but once lost, it’s virtually impossible to recover.

Erwin winces. “We’re a team. For our work, you should make an effort to overcome the past.”

“Do you think we’ll keep working together? Our superiors won’t return me under your care after what I did. They’ll say you can’t handle me.”

“It will end soon, either way.”

“Pardon?”

Erwin exhales. “There have been talks. I guess even Pixis is tired, and the increase in the power of the WCO over the public following this event is something to take into account. If things keep heading this way, we might get a peace treaty soon. Or not. Nothing’s yet been stated, it’s just the mood.” Erwin folds his arms onto his chest and presses his lips into a line.

That’s… excellent news, actually. Sure, it could get to nothing, still, it’s better than how things were a mere week ago, when peace was unthinkable.

“Why aren’t you content?”

Erwin has devoted his entire life, his every minute and breath, to this war. To Eldia. Levi expected relief from him; in its place, he’s emanating waves of frustration. The last time they thought the war was over—when Levi resigned—Erwin wasn’t pleased, but neither angry. Just… lost.

“Marie left me.” Erwin rubs his temples. “She said… She said I’m never around. That I should have married the war.”

“But the war is ending, isn’t it? You can talk to her. You guys always fix it.”

“No.” Erwin bobs his head. “She doesn’t want to come back this time, and… she has someone else now. Besides, I don’t know what she’d come back for. What am I, without the war?”

Levi stirs on the bed, the sadness in Erwin’s words too massive for him to completely grasp. For the first time maybe, he regards the man at his front quite plainly. The wrinkled ends of his clothes—which years ago used to be flawless—are Erwin’s current fixation. He smooths and smooths and smooths his sleeves. They don’t seem to be able to straighten again.

“You’re Erwin Smith, before and after the war. It doesn’t define you.”

Erwin nods, but closes his eyes, discarding Levi’s words as soon as they come. Erwin has always been so strong; capable of altering history, in his past life and this one. The first source of Levi’s purpose and a friend. But he’s also been consumed by his goals, so badly that, without them… What’s left? He’ll have to find himself over again or perhaps discover a new dream to chase.

“Maybe the negotiations will fail,” Erwin says to himself. “I always pictured how the world would be without war, wanted it, and now… Peace is amazing, but is it true peace if we don’t win? A treaty is like claiming a tie, and we wouldn’t be making them pay for all the hurt, all the dead…” Erwin winces. “There’s always the future. People won’t stop hating each other for a paper. The future may bring more war, sooner than later.”

Lost in a purpose. If Levi continues on this road, will he look like Erwin, later on? Devoted to the point of obsession to a single thing so damn much, that he lost everything else on the way, even himself?

Levi outstretches his hands, wanting to help the person he used to consider his best friend—but is there something he could do? He drops them and looks at his helpless hands. Even in the past, Erwin couldn’t overcome his desire for a greater purpose, neglecting the people who loved him around from time to time. He doesn’t know how to change that.

The unique thing Levi’s certain of is that he doesn’t want to be like this his entire life… But despite his best wishes, he’ll probably be.

Won’t he?

***

Levi’s injuries are sluggish to recover.

A couple of months go by in a spiral of tasteless hospital food, muscles aching from spending so much time restricted on a bed, and a pool of anxiety getting more and more loaded with every passing day. He still hasn’t been able to contact Hange.

Like everything does, his stay in the colorless room ends. The day to get released from the hospital ultimately arrives, wherein his body is indeed healthier, if overflowed by stress.

Levi opens his apartment door with a creak, flips on the lights, and takes it all in from the doorway. It’s startling to find it looking the same, which is, of course, a rather illogical thing to feel. Why would it have changed? Yet, he feels as it should have. All in all, it does feel different—the gray carpet, furniture, and walls seem opaque, and the stillness overly disturbing. Empty, in a way.

He takes a deep breath in. It remains his place, so he better gets used to it again. He tosses his bag onto the sofa and shuffles to the kitchen, where he selects the sweetest tea of his collection, puts some water to boil, and brews it. He takes out his phone and, with no hesitation whatsoever, dials a number he’s been calling a little too much these last few weeks.

Mike’s face projects from his phone, the bluish light making his skin look ill—not to mention the addition of a cast on his arm, which truly shows his still weakened state. Levi places the phone on the countertop.

“Ackerman. I was wondering where you were.” Mike takes a look at Levi’s surroundings. “Did you finally escape the hospital?”

“Barely.” Levi places his steaming cup on the countertop and sits. “How’s the arm?”

“Healing and resting happily.” Mike sniffs a plate, then smiles and takes a spoon of its content. It appears to be soup. “Not everyone is a workaholic super-agent like you. Most of us do like vacations and free time.”

Levi’s elbow slides forward on the countertop, his chin in hand. “Maybe I should do it someday…”

“No time like the present.” At Levi’s lack of reply, Mike adds, “So, you’re embarking on another mission soon?”

Possibly. Before being discharged from the hospital, Erwin told him he expects Levi to return to his duty as soon as possible, and interpreted Levi’s silence as an affirmative response. His guts tangle unpleasantly upon merely thinking about going into one again, and yet…

“Have you heard from her?” Levi changes the subject to one they always end up discussing anyway.

Mike takes a spoonful of soup into his mouth. Chews and swallows, taking his pretty time doing it, probably aware of how fidgety Levi is as he waits for his answer.

“I did.”

That’s new. Levi straightens. “What did she say? Will she call me?”

“I didn’t talk with her, personally. I talked with Nifa. She told me Hange’s doing well, she’s just been engrossed in all the work, chasing The Orions and attending meetings with Pieck about Eldia, etc.”  Mike catches Levi’s eyes. “She’s not purposely avoiding you.”

“Right.” Levi’s fingernail picks at a weird stain glued to the countertop. He should undertake a profound cleaning session soon. “She’s just too busy to give someone a one-minute call.”

“You should know she’s always like this. She disappears. Keeps her distance,” Mike says. Obviously, Levi knows, mostly from what he’s heard. It’s possible the problem is he expected otherwise, believing she’d realize she doesn’t have to, not anymore. That, with his recovery, he proved she isn’t guilty of the deaths surrounding her. Or at least, that he allowed her to take a step closer to letting that go. Guess not. “You aren’t either.”

“What?”

“Calling her directly anymore,” Mike explains.

Well, no. Even he understands what so many unanswered rings imply. “I surmised that if she wanted to, she’d have called me back a long time ago.” But she hasn’t. Isn’t that enough of an answer? “How’s Shadis?”

Mike leans back. “Still healing in the hospital. He’ll be alright. Last time we talked, he was ecstatic because Hange had paid him a visit.”

“Oh. That’s good.” They shouldn’t, but the words taste bitter on his tongue. Perhaps she let go of her misconception of being a danger to her loved ones. Perhaps she did with everyone except Levi. Not that he minds it.

At all.

Half of Mike’s mouth tilts into a smile. “I know her, Hange must have her motives. She’ll come back to you… eventually.”

“Whatever.” Levi shrugs. He doesn’t care about it. He merely wanted to make sure she was okay, which he just got verification of. Now he can stop trying to reach her out and respect her evident desire to ignore him. Finished topic.

“If you say so.” Mike holds the plate in his hands, tilts it, and sips the last of the soup. “Did you watch that movie I told you about?”

“Gak. I did, thanks for the waste of time. I’m nothing like that Tom character.”

“Oh, come on! You even talk like him! You constructed your entire personality based on his demeanor, I’m sure. The weird part is he’s a favorite among the ladies, and well, you…” Levi nearly chokes on a sip of tea and lifts an irritated eyebrow. Mike lets out a laugh. “Sorry, kidding. Nana used to say…” He trails off, and his gaze gets lost somewhere far away, as it tends to do.

Levi, as he also tends to do when Mike behaves like this, uses the companionable silence to ruminate. What is he doing next? Even when Erwin’s orders of coming back to work sound so dreadful, what else is he supposed to do? He still wants to help his people, as they’re innocent of their leaders’ wrongdoings. Moreover, he has nothing in his life except what he’s done in its entirety; what he’s done even in his past life. Serving. Fighting. Following orders.

Dedicating his heart to humanity.

In the end, though, what difference does it make what he does? Are the past and the present any different? What has he accomplished by relentlessly fighting?

Nothing.

Therefore, what’s the point of it all?

“What would you do if I told you nothing we do matters? That regardless of how hard we try, nothing will change. That we’re in a perpetual cycle of death and destruction with no way out, and we have zero control over anything.”

Mike looks at him oddly, as if afraid he developed scales overnight. Levi deduces he sounded way more fatalist than usual.

“That would be a lot to take in,” Mike starts, “but I’d keep eating my soup, watch another movie before sleeping, and prepare to return to work next week just like I was going to do before hearing that.”

Levi thinks about it. Basically, he’d do the same without a care.

“But without Nana,” Mike keeps going, “returning to work feels too hard. Maybe it’s time I retire and try something else…”

“Would that be okay?”

“Why not? Change is good. Doing something new doesn’t mean you’re neglecting the past, you know? You’re just moving on for your own sake.”

“Yes, but…” Something about it makes Levi feel uneasy. “You’re one of the best agents. Wouldn’t that be—?”

“Selfish?” Mike finishes for him. And yes. That’s exactly what Levi was, deep inside, thinking. Mike gives him a knowing smile. “Possibly. Yet I believe our greatest duty is, first and foremost, with ourselves.”

By the time they swap goodbyes, Levi’s too tired to notice the unbearable calmness of his apartment. He moves to his balcony and lets the door snick shut behind him. The night has crept on the sky since he returned, the air getting as cold as every time he’s come here seeking energy to go through.

He slouches into his green recliner, unlocks his cellphone, and goes straight to social media. Reading through a few posts, he stumbles upon a Joan The Slayer’s spoiler that stops his heart.

Randy… no!

His first impulse is to tell Hange about it, but… Right, he can’t talk to her. He rubs a hand over his chest, feeling the claws of longing closing around his heart and eliciting a kind of ache he’d never been familiar with. In this life, at least.

He got to see her again. However, isn’t it unfair how they’re still torn apart? His past life was all about his duty and this is no different. In the past, though, which other option did he have? They were at the literal end of the world, with humankind at stake. Now… Things aren’t that straightforward. He isn’t the same. Back then he wasn’t aware of how everything would be despite his sacrifices. He didn’t know how dark and flavorless the world would be due to her absence.

Levi stares up at the hidden stars, concealed by the grayish clouds. He’s so tired—tired of death, of being the one who exerts it to hurt others. Of prioritizing the greater good above his own. He recalls the last years of his current life, the constant coming and going, the numbness of it all. How he kept losing more of his warmth with every kill, because he was killing himself too. Little by little.

Talks about ending this conflict have reached the ears of the general population with mixed opinions. Levi wishes he could step into a room, click a button, and end it all. But he alone can change nothing, that much he does know. Worse, he no longer knows what to do with himself. What’s his purpose?

He is drifting through an uncontrollable, unknown future. And he’s scared. Overwhelmed. Sad. The emotions are so strong they oppress his chest until they prevent the entry of oxygen. He focuses on the stars to anchor himself, those flashing and distant points. In the solid chair beneath him, the fabric gently caressing his skin. In the thick but cool wind against his cheeks and the faint but recognizable scent of traffic, of car exhausting gas.

In the nothingness of everything.

And a notion settles firmly within himself, amongst the out-of-control chaos driving him to panic. It’s true. Nothing he does carries meaning, because in the end it all comes to the same thing—whereas destruction or death. And yet. And yet it does matter, because it matters to him, because he gives it meaning. In that sense, what’s ultimately important are his actions. What he’s done and what he’ll do.

So what will he do?

Saving people, a country, the world. These are good things—no one could argue otherwise. Still, shouldn’t there be more? Maybe, just maybe… Sacrifices are overly glorified.

Levi wants to do good. He does. But he wants to be happy as well, without having to lose more and more parts of himself performing what some people consider ‘things for the greater good’. He doesn’t want to give up the smiles of the ones he loves for more time, and while he doesn’t dare to claim knowledge on the reason he’s here, or what here even is…Shouldn’t this life be a second chance?

History doesn’t need repetition.

Yet, does he possess enough force to give his back to everything he’s known?

Could he be selfish for once in his whole existence?

***

The hallway is brimming with politicians, diplomats, and various ambassadors. They all look so much alike that, to Levi’s eyes, they’re practically clones, with their pristine dark tailored suits, their heads buried in their phones, and their haircuts and mustaches sharing an identical style. Anyone claiming eldians and marleyans are abysmally different should take a look into this room.

Levi leans back onto a wall, at the furthest and most secluded side of the hall—not for tiredness or his health. He’s entirely capable of standing upright, but his energy isn’t currently present. Erwin wanted to show him off as the savior of the world to the WCO visitors, but he solely agreed to attend expecting to meet someone. The faint hope that Hange would come—as she’s the main voice behind these negotiations—is slowly fading. No one but those strutting peacocks is around, talking as if it was a gift, being allowed to hear them out.

“It’s starting,” Erwin tells him.

And Levi wants nothing but to return to his place and sleep for an entire day.

Erwin sits around a massive square table, and Levi follows suit. Lines are clear enough; at one side, with their backs to the clouded light of the picture window covering most of the wall, eldians glare at the marleyans, who return the look with equal force from their front. Then you have the WCO people, looking uncomfortable in the hostile environment.

Not Levi. He’s arms-crossed in the middle of it all, his sight on his cup of tea. He couldn’t care less about the mute aggressions. After nodding to Mike—who just arrived with the WCO guys—he begins mentally recounting every pending task for his upcoming cleaning session. Buy more cleaning supplies, look for a product that removes soot…

“Let’s begin,” the marleyan Queen’s ambassador states; he’s a man with sunken eyes, glasses, and gray hair. “We found your response lacking…”

Levi’s mind disconnects and wanders to other topics. Soon, he must have a conversation with Erwin about his missions, although he doesn’t know what to tell him yet, or if he’ll be capable of doing so. Only that sitting on the side of the people who ordered the death of millions—including his mother—makes him nauseous. And following their decisions once again, more so.

The doors slam open. Everyone’s heads raise at the noise, including Levi’s.

“Ahh… You already started. Sorry for the delay! Something about me having been deported before.”

Hange strides in with a stack of papers under her armpit. And she is… the same. Levi drinks her in, from her messy ponytail to the beads of sweat on her forehead. Her round thin-framed glasses, the green military suit she’s wearing, the apparent clumsiness of her movements while taking a seat in front of him.

Right. In front. Of him.

His spine straightens up and he clutches his cup, forcing his breaths to ease his heartbeats. It’s like he was previously starved, and now he’s full—a sensation that makes him a little self-conscious, to say the least.

Careless of the silence of the room, Hange arranges her papers in front of her. Tilts her gaze up to meet his unwavering one. And she smiles—and what a smile it is. It spreads from her mouth to her eyes and skin and posture. If he held any doubts about how she was going to react to seeing him again, they suddenly evaporate. His breath frees itself from his chest, deflating him but leaving him feeling giddy and light. Without his permission, his mouth mirrors her smile.

“Ahem,” the Queen’s ambassador utters. “May we proceed?”

Hange blinks and shakes her head. “Of course! Zackly, where were you?”

So they continue, coming back to discuss the future of their countries. And once again, Levi doesn’t listen to a single word until the room increases its pitch and he has no other option but to pay attention.

From the head of the table, Pixis steeples his hands at his fore. “It’s outrageous! How do you expect us to agree?”

“How is giving back our spacial station outrageous? It was ours in the first place,” Hange retorts with fire in her eyes. She thereafter goes ahead talking about the most convenient approaches for both nations, making herself heard and shutting down the others’ arguments. Levi doesn’t think he’s ever met someone so expressive and clever, yet good-natured at the same time. It might be an effect of the yellowish light from the lamps scattered across the table, but while speaking her mind, she appears to be glowing.

The meeting extends for another two hours. Two hours of Levi getting butt numb and filling himself with the view of someone he never anticipated to miss scarcely months ago.

“We are taking a break,” an old man next to Pixis says. “Ten minutes.”

Everyone raises to their feet and approaches the door. Upon crossing the threshold with Pixis and his retinue, Erwin shoots him a sideways glare. Mikes gives him a thumbs-up before going out with his coworkers, and shortly, the room is empty. Except for them.

Levi stands up and loosens his uncomfortable tie while Hange gathers her papers together, looking flustered.

“I didn’t expect to see your shitty glasses here,” Levi says, chewing the lie. “How… How have you been?” Why haven’t you called me back?

“Just… busy.” She rocks on her heels and moves to the picture window, which shows the suddenly dazzling and almost blinding sunlight. “Like you, I suppose. How are your wounds? I was afraid they were lying to me and you weren’t fine at all. But you are. Haha.” She hugs the stack of papers against her chest. Folds and unfolds the tip of the last sheet with her fingers.

“You asked about me?”

“Well, yes,” she says as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I’ve called you,” he discloses, trying really hard not to make it sound like an accusation, and totally failing. He wipes his damp palms on his pants to avoid the impact of his words up front. “They said you were out of reach.” He shoves his hands into his pants pockets. “And then I talked with Mike, who said you weren’t answering him either. I thought…” You weren’t talking only to me. “… we wouldn’t meet again.” An oddly depressing idea.

“I thought I should give you some time.” She switches her weight from one foot to the other. “You got hurt because of me, and… Shadis is alright, by the way. Recovering just fine.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“It is.” Hange nods many times. “Actually, I came here to talk to you.” She sighs. “I didn’t know you were going to come here, though, so I’m unprepared. I hoped they’d let me out enough time to go looking for your place after the meeting.” She lowers her head. “I was being over-optimistic. I ain’t allowed out of this building and must go straight to my hotel and then to the airport tomorrow. You’d think teaming with them in the past would soften them, but…”

He nods, knowing his people all too well. She sneaked from their view once, after all. War or peace, they won’t take any more risks that pertain to her.

“That I got hurt wasn’t your fault…” He begins, but his eyes widen after replaying her words. “How did you know I live here?”

“Oh, isn’t it obvious? Err—maybe not. You live on the south coast and must be in constant communication with Erwin, who lives here… in this city on the south coast… which is also the center of many government buildings…” She jerks a shoulder. “Quite easy.”

“If you put it like that…”

Hange encounters his eyes. “I wanted to tell you— I know things have been weird and that we still have a long way to go as countries. Our nations continue to be in not-the-best-of-terms, but… I was wondering if you’d want to… I don’t know. Meet me in the middle and get to know me better? Nothing big, just go out with me like, someday?”

Levi’s muted, any possible reply stuck in his paralyzed throat.

Her face falls. “You don’t want to.” She plasters a smile over her face, yet her eyes glint with disappointment. “Of course, I understand. It’s fine. Even if the conflict ends, it’s not like eldians will suddenly want to trade hugs with a vicious marleyan, right? So I’ll just… go.” She tosses her thumb over her shoulder. Her smile grows bitter. “… See you later.”

No… I can’t let her go again. His body reacts before his brain, and he reaches out for her hand, taking hold of it at the last second. She turns back at him, expectant.

“Four-eyes, I—”

“It’s time,” a man announces, clapping from the doorway.

The meeting attendees pour back into the room, bringing the noise from their conversations with them. Hange bites her lower lip and lets go of his hand before coming back to the table. His heart shrinks while looking at her shape drifting away. He retakes his previous seat; at his front, Hange keeps rolling a piece of paper between her fingers, purposefully avoiding his gaze.

It’s not like he doesn’t want to. It’s only… terrifying. He never allowed himself to truly consider the possibility, and now… Can he?

Not if he stays working as an eldian agent.

If they never sign a treaty, he might be sent to attack and sabotage her people again. Even if they do agree on peace, nothing guarantees they won’t keep trying to have the upper hand in other aspects—that’s how the ones possessing this kind of power work, using people like him as insignificant pawns in their schemes. To this day, they’ve guarded the safety of his people, and that’s why he worked for them—or he thought they did. Recalling his mother’s death, it’s evident they haven’t done that, not when it didn’t align with their interests. But giving his back to what his mother stood for... It’s not easy.

His entire life, he’s been doing what his duty demands, other people always knowing best what that entailed. He doesn’t want to do that anymore, to perform what his duty as a soldier or as an agent demands because of the greater good. To waste yet another day stuck in this never-ending loop of duty and hate and death. He craves to choose himself, if only once.

Levi succeeds at catching Hange’s hazel eyes and holds them. He’s seen some of her worst moments and she’s seen his. And still, despite every flaw he’s able to point out, he only finds her breathtaking. When did she even start crawling underneath his skin? He gives her a faint smile, and hesitantly, she returns it, the way she invariably does.

In essence, she’s the same Hange Zoe she’s always been, and he refuses to think of a future without her ever again. Not for another meaningless war, nor for a duty for which he already devoted his whole life once.

The meeting ends with the accord of maintaining an indefinite calm and keep trying to come to a treaty. The results don’t improve a lot, but it’s nevertheless a step forward. With both parts open to it, Levi hopes it’s bound to happen.

Erwin moves in the direction of the press conference about to start, in which they’ll inform the world of the results of the meeting.

“Erwin,” Levi shouts, his voice steady regardless of his racing heart palpitations. He straightens his tie. When he has Erwin’s attention, he informs him, “I… I’m retiring.”

Erwin snaps his head to him. “Excuse me?”

“Even if the war continues, I won’t be here for it. I want to be out.”

“You can’t—”

“Why not?

The sole thought of resuming his missions has his insides quivering in anxiety. Reluctance overwhelms him, and he clenches the hems of his suit to hold himself into place. He will no longer be part of this war. He won’t fight Hange. He refuses to be her enemy or a weapon used against innocent people ever again.

“The war isn’t over and I thought you wanted to end it. Eldia needs you.”

“I’ve done enough for Eldia and nothing for myself… I think it’s time I do it.”

And I can’t do this any longer. I won’t survive. He deserves a life devoid of death and fights and blood. Even if he doesn’t, he’ll work for it. The rest of his life is spreading out in front of him, and he wants to enjoy the ride without ignoring his feelings and desires for a change.

Erwin looks around, the weak sound of flashes and yells filtering in from outside. “We better talk about this later.” He resumes his way with Levi on his heels. He won’t leave this building until being officially discharged.

They go out through a door that leads to an esplanade with reporters all around. The sun is dipping below the horizon, tinting the clouds to an almost pinkish hue. Levi stays to a side, careful of keeping his distance from the crowd, as he hates this sort of conglomeration. Upfront, Zackly says a few words to the microphone before the hundreds of flashes, followed by Pixis.

Time ago, Pixis’ speeches used to shake him to his core. He seemed so tall, so almighty, so wise... Now his figure is barely different from everyone else’s. Pixis’ political words no longer retain his attention; it’s instead stolen by something far more important at the back of the crowd. Hange. Her leg is kicking the floor in what looks like boredom.

Erwin steps towards the microphone and shares information about the meeting and more tiresome stuff like that. Levi’s ear perks up when he detects his name.

“... the famous agent Ackerman who is with me,” Erwin declares. Even when he doesn’t point at Levi, the aforementioned freezes in horror. What is he doing? Doesn’t he know how dangerous it is to bring out his name in something that will reach millions of screens? “He alone prevented the final strike of the terrorists who attacked the world a few months ago. He recently recovered from his multiple wounds, but as an exemplary eldian, he’s already on his feet and back with us.” Murmurs of approval rise like a wave through the audience. “This is an example of what we eldians can accomplish on our own...”

Levi’s mind spirals. Did he just hear what he thinks he just heard? He grinds his teeth. No, he can’t let his people believe more lies than they already do. Being in the background as he is, he still maintains his anonymity, but… he’s retiring, isn’t he? What’s the point of living in the shadows in the future?

Stumping, Levi steps forward, giving up his precious anonymity. He seizes the microphone and clears his throat. Erwin sends him a glare, but on camera, he allows him space and doesn’t ask what the hell he’s doing. Good thing, as Levi himself doesn’t know.

The face of his mother—pale and delicate, her long dark hair falling on her shoulders—comes to his mind as he looks at the confused faces in the audience, journalists and eldians and androids waiting for him to speak. Many times, his mother was part of that audience, and all she wanted was the best for them. She genuinely believed that would be achieved with Levi as an agent, but she was mistaken. She was only human, thus he can’t blame her for that. But finally, he understands that in the end, his mother would have agreed with what he’s about to do. She’d support it, even.

For the first time since that explosion took her from him, he feels completely clear-headed and airy. Levi steels himself and tightens his grip on the mic.

“Uhh... Hello.” The microphone makes a long, deafening beep that shakes everyone. “Sorry. Err, Erwin’s right. I am Ackerman and I helped the WCO end the global threat, but do you know who else did it?” Levi gestures behind him. “Her name is Hange Zoe, and believe it or not, she’s from Marley.” With one hand, he motions for her to come closer. Her facial muscles turn into stone, and after a second, she purses her lips and moves toward him.

Hange stops by his side and slides her glasses higher up on her nose. “Good afternoon, Eldia.” She seems to be speechless for a moment. Her hand reaches out to the air beside her, and Levi laces his fingers into hers, their hands joined together before every camera. He doesn’t let his mind delve into that. She takes a deep breath in and squares her shoulders.

“It’s a pleasure to be here with you,” Hange utters. “What Agent Ackerman said is true... We did it together. As you know, relations between Marley and Eldia have never been easy. Truth be told, for many centuries Marley has been the one to blame, but just as you aren’t the eldians of the past, we aren’t those people who wanted to take over the world at any cost…”

Hange continues speaking, injecting so much vigor into her voice that Levi can’t tear his eyes away from her. He wonders if, like him, everyone else can see how bright the light she holds inside is. She talks about dreams, but also, about ways to grasp them, and Levi’s mind enlarges in inspiration with her words. Maybe he doesn’t have to remain an agent to stop this. Maybe he can help to attain peace in other ways. Contributing in such a way may only represent a minuscule gram in the overall picture, but not because something is small it’s less valuable. Without the little, the big would never come to exist.

Among the desolate and dusky streets of his life, the days he spent working with Hange have been a pole light—which now convert into an entire sun pointing him in the right direction. As if, when he found her, he’d also found himself.

Hange walks away from the microphone, looking as if she wanted nothing more than to melt into the floor. Together, both recede to a corner, from where Levi eyes Erwin. He can see the angered lines on his forehead and the fury in those frozen-blue eyes with sheer clarity, and expects him to snap the second this ends.

“Why did you do that?” Hange mutters next to him. “You’ll get punished.”

“I’ll resign anyway.”

Hange opens her mouth and closes it. Opens it again. “You… What?!”

“Why is that so surprising?”

“You’re the one who would’ve volunteered to kiss Pixis’ shoes if requested.”

Levi clicks his tongue. He wouldn’t have gone that far… Likely.

Suddenly, a push shoves him to a recluse corner in the back of the esplanade. He finds himself leaning against a wall with a furious Erwin and his gritted teeth hovering over him. His heart thuds in his chest, apprehension and anger mixing with his blood.

“What the fuck?” Levi barks.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Erwin yells. That leaves Levi stunned. Erwin doesn’t curse. Never. “Do you know what Pixis just ordered me? To fire you! All because of your stupidity! If you wanted to quit, fine. But with this you wiped out any chance of getting referrals for yourself. It will be as if you had never done anything in your life!”

Beneath the fury, Levi detects traces of concern in him. A deep furrow tangles on Levi’s forehead. “So?”

Come to think of it, Levi likes the idea. A clean slate where he can start from scratch. It may be more challenging, but... it’s liberating to get rid of a past he isn’t proud of.

“How can you be so calm? Do you ever think about what your mother would have wanted? She was constantly worried about you, and with this sh—”

“She would’ve wanted the best for me.” In the end, she would have. He’s certain.

“Exactly. And this isn’t it. You’re ruining your life. What are you going to do now? You’ve never done anything but follow orders, and you just spoke in front of international cameras about who you are. Don’t you know you have enemies everywhere? They won’t let you live in peace. More importantly, will you be able to live in peace with yourself knowing how selfishly you’re behaving?”

Levi’s shoulders sag lower and lower with each strike of Erwin’s truths. He’s right... Though it’s hard for Levi to admit it. If he dares to live another life, wouldn’t he be dragging those around him into those difficulties?

Fear clogs his throat painfully.

“You really like talking nonsense,” a voice disrupts the grim future looming before Levi’s eyes. He turns to Mike, who is sauntering toward them with his hands in his pants pockets. “The world isn’t so small that a short person like him can’t drop off the radar if he wants it. And even if he’s recognized... there won’t be any major problems.”

“Oh, really?” Erwin arches an unbelieving bushy brow at Mike.

“That’s right. Because next to him there will be people willing to stand for him. Friends. True friends. Not friends”—Mike makes air quotes when saying the last bit—“who claim to be worried just to manipulate him into feeling however they wish."

Erwin says nothing, and keeps saying nothing when Mike pats Levi on the back and encourages him to follow him. After a heartbeat of hesitation, Levi clenches his fists and walks off, leaving a still silent Erwin behind.

They halt a step from rejoining the crowd. “You all right?”

Levi shrugs. He has no idea. His throat hasn’t yet recovered from the negative emotions he just developed. He does his best to swallow them. He hasn’t yet succeeded by the time Hange materializes from a side and gives him a little push with her arm.

“Hey. Where were you? I suddenly turned around and you were gone.” Her tone is light, but Levi can tell some tension brews underneath. ‘Is everything alright?’ is her actual question.

And it suddenly is. Levi inflates his lungs with the cool afternoon air and drives any hint of worry out of his body. He’s feeling much better altogether. Mike’s hand patting his back also provides some warmth. Friend. Can Levi really consider him as such?

“He ate something funny,” Mike explains, smirking. “I was only being a good person by aiding him in such a precarious state.”

Levi wags his finger. “Mike drank too much in the meeting. I was the one trying to protect the valuable eldian corners from Mike’s pee.”

Hange doesn’t seem to buy their excuse, but limits to shake her head with a smile.

Erwin reappears and frowns at the sight of the trio. He strides in their direction, and almost protectively, Hange takes a step toward Levi. Levi’s abruptly aware of the barrier she and Mike form around him, the circle he seems to be part of. He can’t stop the corner of his mouth from curling, sweet heat radiating from his chest. Erwin ignores them, but Levi doesn’t care at this moment. Maybe later he will.

It doesn’t take long for the multitude to disperse along with the other ministers. Even Mike waves them goodbye before rushing off to the rest of the WCO visitors. Levi and Hange should head off, too, but he finds his limbs reluctant to move away. So, for once, he doesn’t fight them and lets himself be.

He glances at the sky and an idea pops up in his head. It’s against the rules, but… “I want to show you something.”

Her eyes acquire a curious glow, and right then and there, Levi knows he made the correct choice.

Weary of whoever could remain around, he motions for her to follow him and leads her through a network of corridors to the rear of the building. They come to a room with nothing but office supplies, in which Levi takes out his identification card. He slides it through the electronic lock until a green light turns on.

The door opens onto a narrow street full of garbage cans. He looks back at the camera resting in a corner. “We better hurry up. They must have noticed us by now.”

They jog down the street and pass several blocks, the cool wind blessing Levi’s hot skin.

“I feel like a criminal,” Hange gasps when she comes to a halt after him. “Isn’t it weird I’ve never felt like this before, not even when I knocked you down and ran away?”

“You won’t go to jail for violating the limits of your permission by some blocks,” he assures. I hope so, at least. “And we’re here.”

They round a corner.

Hange’s mouth falls open, her gaze lost in awe at the huge old trees, whose leafy branches hang down to them. Levi unlocks a rusty metal gate with a squeak, and a road stretches out before them, boarded by grass and trees four times his size. Hange’s eyes are round as they move forward, mesmerized by the greenness of the entire landscape, sometimes adorned with pink or yellow dots—flowers that are mere buds waiting to bloom.

They arrive at a circular area with stone benches and a working fountain in the center. Fortunately, at this hour the place is devoid of people—which Levi already knew would be.

“Before becoming an agent and moving to this zone, my mother used to take me here whenever we visited the city. We used to feed the pigeons,” he says, looking at the birds pecking the ground around them.

“This is… beautiful,” she exhales, rolling on her heels to look at everything. “I never knew this existed. But again”—she smiles— “I never expected Eldia to hold so many surprises inside.”

Hange explores around for the minutes to follow, until she’s too tired and flumps next to him on a bench. It has some flowers carved on the back, and it’s clean and fresh and somewhat comfortable. Levi’s muscles relax and his mind flutters away, lulled by her presence at his side, the sound of birds singing, and the light wind caressing his skin. The sky is of a glittering dark purple, the lamps overhead illuminating the rows of trees lined around.

“I’m Levi,” he blurts out.

“Uh?”

“I mean, my real name is Levi. Magically, you got it right at first chance.”

She lets out a laugh and reclines to look up. “You know? It’s going to sound crazy—Nana told me so when I told her, but…” She looks at him out of the corner of her eye, as if deciding if she should tell him. Quite pointlessly, as Levi can’t recall a time when Hange Zoe was able to withhold something from him for long.

Seeming overcome by the words piling up in her mouth, she lets out a loud sigh. “When I was a child, after I lost my family, I used to feel so lonely and sad every day. And I… I started having these bizarre dreams of people I didn’t know.” Levi narrows his eyes at her. “In the back of my mind, I knew terrible things were happening to the people in those dreams, but waking up I only remembered the feelings of belonging and support. How at home and safe I felt. And most of the time, it was always with the same person, a grumpy man with little to no expressions, but a gentle heart. He instantly became my first crush,” she laughs.

Levi squirms. Could it be—? His phone rings and he takes it out to turn it off. Erwin is looking for them.

Unbothered by the interruption, Hange remains abstracted in memories. “In those years, he and Mr. Sonny helped me to get back to the road. I always thought it was something my imagination created to help me to cope… but then, he was there!” Humor and light radiate from her, making her smile gleam. “Imagine my surprise when I looked at the man who was about to shoot me dead and saw the very same face from my dreams. Just there, the person I wished to meet the most, with a gun to my face! My shitty luck, of course. I didn’t know what to do, but I… I just couldn’t kill you.”

“You were an idiot for not doing it.” If his body hadn’t reacted like that, if she hadn’t been fast enough, if the explosion hadn’t come… He can’t even picture harming her, now. “But thank you.”

“Aren’t you weirded out by what I’m saying?” She asks, tilting her head to a side. He jerks a shoulder, unsure of what to share, as he knows everything about it. It all feels too massive to summarize in some sentences. Perhaps in the future and with more time, he’ll tell her everything. “Well,” she keeps going, “then I got to work with you and, strangely, after a while I started feeling the same way I did in my dreams… at home.” Red spots color her cheekbones. “Ahem. Is that silly?”

No. I felt the same.

“Yes,” he replies. “But… I get it.”

“The entire time I was trying to discover if inside that nonchalant façade was the man I saw in my dreams.”

Levi crosses and uncrosses his legs. “… And?”

“And he was. And some.” She darts her gaze away from him. He feels himself glow from the inside out. Speaking as if she was in a race, and almost as an afterthought, she adds, “Now is the moment I ask if you thought about going out someday…”

His neck hardens, a hot layer covering his face. “Y—You said you don’t like dating.” He recalls her words in order to calm down the flapping in his stomach. “You said you were too busy.”

“Work should decrease in the future. We’ve progressed towards peace more than ever, which is a beginning...”

“Right.”

She doesn’t mention the lack of answers on his part. “What will you do when peace arrives, now that you’ll be unemployed?”

“Nothing.” He won’t, finally, have a responsibility to live for, which is frightening and exciting in equal amounts. “I’ll try not to fix the world’s wrongs anymore.” Not that much, at least.

Hange ponders his words. “That’s okay. And afterward?”

“I don’t know.” He hasn’t given it too much thought. He craves to do thousands of things, but at the same time, only a small number matters for real. “I want a tea shop and to help people, though I still have to figure out how...”

“Interesting. Well, mmm… I want a lab, in that case. I want to reborn more of these precious.” She waves a hand at the plants circling them. Above them, night has made its way to the sky. “Oh! And I want to own a library!”

“Okay. We can have one next to the tea shop. It would be a nice touch.”

“Yay!” She claps. “And we must have a door connecting both places!”

“Sure.” His gaze locks on hers, suspending her into place. “If you want it, we will. We’ve done enough to deserve it.”

He looks at her swallowing.

“You’re right.”

Right now, a more uninhibited person would lean in for a kiss, which Levi is anything but. Nevertheless… For the first time, he’s acting completely out of character, taking a path he never before dared to. Maybe he can do something else he desires. Can be spontaneous, if only for a minute?

Levi lifts his hand and, with one finger, traces the edges of Hange’s face, hitching her breath. His heart pounds hard against his ears, warmth spreading throughout him. Her eyes fixate on his mouth, and a shiver travels through his back. Her hot skin against his fingertips feels soft and pleasant.

He cups her face, covering her cheek, and she closes her eyes as he leans in. His lips brush hers as weightless as the moonlight above them, thousands of sensations releasing in overload. Her scent floods his nostrils, earthy and inherently hers. The press of their lips is firm and curious, a perfect burst of heat among the chilly night air. A rush of pleasure runs along his body and envelops him whole in warmth and bliss.

It’s intoxicating and addictive. He can’t figure out what to do with his hands, so he brings her closer and tangles one in her hair, deepening the kiss. Savors her, drunk in satisfaction, in her taste and the sensation of her chest pressing against his, the ardor in this.

They part between gasps, and Hange snuggles to his side, exuding warmth to his coldness. Her head rests on his shoulder and he takes a deep breath, drowsiness engulfing him, his heart calm and steady. At ease.

He tips his head up to the stars shining against the darkness, the ones never ceasing to beam no matter how their surroundings lack any light.

“Those stars there look like an arch…” Hange points up.

His eyes flutter shut. It’s unsettling, yet amazing, to do this with her beside him. He spent so many nights staring at the sky, wanting to see it with her again, longing for a place where they could meet in another life. And here they are. Finally.

Eventually, they’ll have to venture back to reality. He’ll have to mind what to do next and how to be around her without endangering anyone. But for tonight, he’ll delay it all as much as he can.  

A chopping sound deafens them just as a helicopter flies over their heads.

“I think they found us,” she spouts, her hair ruffling with the air. Even with her disheveled hair, she looks stunning, her rosy cheeks visible under the helicopter’s lights. He doesn’t want to leave; rather, to stay under the night with her by his side a little longer… Thinking about it, it sounds like an excellent idea.

He jumps to his feet and offers her a hand. “I know where to hide for a little while.”

A laugh catches in her throat. “Ohhh, and adventure? With a chase? I’m in!” She clasps his hand and he hauls her up, making her crash against his chest.

“Let’s go.”

Squeezing her hand, he runs off, pulling her with him. His heart swells with happiness, the most he recalls ever feeling. For once, the idea of going to his apartment doesn’t shoot dullness to his core, but excitement. She laughs behind him, and it’s so contagious that he does, too. He never thought that running away together would be so much fun, but with her, perhaps any circumstance would end up qualifying as pleasant.

Having always moved according to what was demanded of him and what he could give to the world, acting for his own sake feels new and liberating—a feeling he never met before. It’s almost as if wings could appear from his back and propel him up to the sky at any second, and it would be only natural. Here and now, Levi commits to making this feeling routine.

He desires happiness, peace, and fulfillment. Wants to do a monotonous job and come back home with complaints about the people he met that day, only to find himself drained in the joy of Hange’s arms. Or maybe just stay in their home and clean until she’s back from working on her research. Either way, he’ll do his best to make it happen—to keep her smile and the color in her cheeks from never fading. To live together with her, in a cabin in the woods or in the midst of a metropolis or on another planet. No matter where, he longs for that kind of future with her. And this time and from now on, he’ll live it every day.

Stepping away from the kind of responsibility people like them bear might be selfish and not the noble thing to do. But they have done that already.

Out of the prison of the duty that used to keep them apart, now they have their entire lives ahead and the freedom to live them as they please.

They get to fully enjoy their second chance, beginning today.

#levihan #levihan fanfiction #levi x hange #levi x hanji #Levi Ackerman #Hange Zoe #aot #aot fanfiction #snk #multichapter #complete fic #enemies to lovers #reincarnation au #me #mine #myfics #OTNOD #thanks everybody!

[sonofthesaiyans]

Seven “Best” Character Arcs in AOT by GameRant

This list is just all over the place, so here’s my two cents..... https://gamerant.com/attack-on-titan-best-character-arcs/ 7) Sasha Freaking Braus earns her rightful place on this list alongside the main three and in actuality is FAR more deserving of her placement there than some of them are. She may be a secondary character but she became a fan favorite for a reason. And I am still not about to shake on my stance that she is EASILY far better developed than Mikasa, despite only get a fraction of focus. Sasha easily could’ve been the main girl of the series and it would’ve been far more satisfying. More testament to what a criminal decision it was to allow Assassin’s Bullet to EVER be published. It was not just a bad call on Isayama’s part, it was an ABUSE. 

6) Armin Arlert certainly earns his spot, going from a shirking coward to arguably a better strategist than Hange Zoe or even Erwin Smith. Too bad the final season undermines this badly with his failure to field the Colossal Titan when it really could’ve come in handy, his nonsensical promotion to commander of the Survey Corps which for all intents and purposes was functionally destroyed by that time, and of course his infamous final exchange with Eren. Nevertheless......Armin does earn his spot for his growth in the story preceding the timeskip. 

5) Like Sasha, Hange Zoe’s demise is one hundred percent UNJUSTIFIED. She is a truly great character (Whether you choose to refer to her as male or female, however you roll) and like Sasha has an infectious personality, not to mention her great intellect which made her an effective warrior against the Titans. But......her character growth is kind of static. And once again, the goddamned timeskip didn’t do her any favors, making her come off as an incompetent commander who failed to subdue a betrayal from the likes of Floch and his fellow Yeagerists, and as many a fan will tell you, she NEVER GOT A BACKSTORY. Too many questions left unanswered about the Regiment’s third or fourth most senior soldier. 

4) Annie Leonhart, you gotta be kidding me. Story takes almost a decade to find a place for her again and she doesn’t regret any of her past actions......And she walked for her crimes despite being partially responsible for provoking Eren into setting off the Rumbling. That’s not character development.......That’s evidence that Annie should’ve died back during the Female Titan Arc. The bare minimum is afforded to her in the timeskip after her rather contrived return. As I’ve said before, TOO LITTLE TOO LATE. 

3) Mikasa Motherfucking Ackerman............Do I really need to repeat myself on this one? On why she doesn’t earn her spot on this list? 

2) Eren Yeager. One word for his arc: BASTARDIZATION. People thought Anakin Skywalker’s transition to Darth Vader was handled clumsily no thanks to the prequels. But that’s peanuts compared to Eren’s descent into madness. One of the biggest criticisms of the ending of Titan is how it completely undermines Eren’s motivations for why he did everything he did, with this insultingly forced predestination subplot that shows he was evil all along......A revelation that subverts everything previously established. And all for a world-destroying revenge scheme that it’s hinted he knew was never gonna truly succeed in the end. That said, I am in the crowd that considers Eren Yeager to be effectively discredited as both a protagonist and antagonist with the events of the timeskip, and he may very well be the weakest link due to its horribly misguided execution. Eren turning evil could’ve worked, but in the end......I have concluded that it was one of the worst bad calls of Attack on Titan. He absolutely should not be on any “Best Of” lists ANYWHERE. 

1) Levi, the only character who truly earned his survival in the end. Too bad he was pretty badly mutilated in the final acts. He is a true badass, but I am going to say I think his character growth is somewhat lacking. Probably because he loses all the friends relevant to his growth. And YET AGAIN, the timeskip did him no favors for sidelining him through the entire War on Paradis Arc. Levi’s saving grace is that he is enough of a badass and complex character to back up the focus he has enjoyed outside of these stumbles, so while I think his growth is lacking, he as a character is still good. And he deserved a better ending than what he got, because it wasn’t satisfying in the slightest. And he’s still an infinitely stronger character than his closest rival and mystery relative, Mikasa. Perhaps the series would’ve benefitted from him being the true main protagonist. 

This list doesn’t really acknowledge the deeper problems that undermines its selections, so it’s overall not reflective of how Titan handled its main cast.

But on the plus side, whoever complied this did not include that bitch Gabi Braun, easily the most unwarranted and unnecessary character in the saga. Too often praised for a character arc that simply DOES NOT MATTER. Sorry Gabi fans, but the payoff you love to tout doesn’t exist, so arguing that she was necessary to the themes and final conclusion of Titan simply hold no water. You cut her out and not much would change, except Sasha and perhaps even Eren would’ve gotten the focus they still needed in place of this bitch. 

Also, NO HISTORIA OR YMIR! Seriously, what the hell? 

Thoughts on this list? Thoughts on my verdicts on this list? Do tell.  

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #Eren Jaeger #eren yeager #eren #fuck eren #i hate eren #Mikasa Ackerman #Mikasa #armin arlert #armin aot #snk armin #i love sasha so much #Sasha Blouse #sasha braus #sasha aot #snk sasha #ymir x historia #ymir x krista #ymir x christa #historia x ymir #Ymir #snk ymir #aot ymir #aot historia #Historia Reiss #historia #snk historia #snk christa #aot christa

[straightfromthetorturedpoetsdept]

the most frustrating thing about the harry styles queerbaiting shit is like

these are the same people who claim to support closeted and unlabeled folks.

the hypocrisy.

and not to get too conspiratorial, buuuut

a lot of it feels like old 1d haters looking for a new reason to hate him. his musical style has expanded so much since 1d split that they can't make fun of him for writing bubblegum pop songs, they can't the same homophobic jokes they did before (and let's not kid ourselves - at least 80% of the hate levied at one direction was homophobic) so they have to find something to hate him for.

Actually this makes perfect sense, anon.

I am 100% on board with your analysis of why there seems to be such a huge focus on harry and his "queerbaiting" recently being related to finding another reason except his queerness to hate on him for. Because you're right, they used to hate 1D something fierce and if if it wasn't homophobic, it was sexist in nature.

Because as someone who was very heavily a part of the 1D fandom from the very beginning, I have been here for ALL of the conversations regarding the boys' sexualities and whether or not it was problematic to be a larry shipper. I think it's so fucking interesting that the narrative has gone from "harry can't be gay! look at all these women he likes!" to "harry can't be gay! we've never seen him date a man! he's doing it for attention" because like he's the same harry he's always fucking been.

Like, I remember having VIVID discussions with people about whether or not we should assume louis and harry are dating because the only difference between their interactions and the other ships' is that louis and harry were the only "stereotypical" looking gay couple of the bunch. Like, literally every other combination was not "gay" enough and that's why larries focus so much on this ship instead of LiLo or Lirry or Zouis or Ziam or Zarry etc and like that was the point where I was like "actually you're right this feels a little stereotypical atp" and also there were discussions at the time that just because harry said he doesn't mind dating men doesn't mean he IS dating louis.

and now it's like... we've all collectively forgotten that? We've forgotten that we used to discuss whether or not harry's gay ass is "proof" of larry and what gets me is that people just seem to not realize or care to put these two things together and see how mayyyyyybe, just mayyyyyybe Harry doesn't feel comfortable enough to be *publically* queer because of the way it was commodified and denied and discussed so intensely during such a pivotal moment of life for him (like.. he was a teenager for 3 out of the 5 years 1D was around bro).

But not only that but he HAS confirmed he's part of the community but that he is unlabelled and unlabelled is ONE HUNDRED PERCENT VALID AND OKAY AND SHOULD NOT BE SEEN AS LESSER OF AN IDENTITY THAN LABELLED ONES ARE. Literally all that means is that none of the labels we have feel right for you and that's okay. It doesn't invalidate the diversity of experience you may or may not have nor does it get rid of the gay ass feelings u have for people of the same gender/sex as you. I don't understand this insistence that harry is not queer because he doesn't like labels and would rather just date a person than their genitals???? it definitely has to be related to society's hatred of "girly" things because if there is one thing harry is not, it's a man's man.

idk i just don't even care that fucking much about harry styles dude, I just care about society accepting "less than perfect" queers as queers without making us constantly have to prove that we're queer. let us live our lives as WE SAY WE ARE instead of making us prove our queerness to you everytime we exist outside of your narrow little stereotypes of us.

#harry styles #anon love #ask and you shall receive #lgbtqia

[whitepolaris]

Welcome to Necropolis!

Incorporated in 1924, the city of Colma actually has a lot more dead residents, an estimated two million, then it does living, around 1,200. There are seventeen cemeteries within the city’s two square miles, accounting for approximately 73 percent of the total acreage of the town. Some of the boneyards contain some fairly noteworthy former folks, such as denim pioneer Levi Strauss, publishing potentate William Randolph Hearst, and Tombstone gunslinger Wyatt Earp. 

So just how did this city end up with so many dead occupants? The Colma official Web site, www.colma.ca.gov/briefhis.html, tells the story colorfully, if not always with the best grammar.

A California State Law was passed in the late 1800′s, State Penal Code 297 stated-prohibited any burials anywhere except an established cemetery such as one by a city or county, church, ethnic group or military. You could no longer bury a body on the homestead or along a wagon trail. 

San Francisco had many cemeteries established by the time gold was discovered. Hundreds of thousands arrived bringing diseases, followed by deaths and filled their cemeteries to capacity. 

Cemetery owners started looking for new locations to expand or relocate their burial grounds. They were frustrated in their attempt to buy San Francisco property. Land was too valuable for cemetery to use said real estate promoters. 

The San Francisco City Fathers passed Bill #54 & Ordinance #25 on 3-26-1900 stating that no further burials will be allowed in the City & County of San Francisco. With no further burials, they became a place of neglect and vandalism. They then became a health hazard. 

Colma became the chosen area for cemeteries. . . . 

In August of 1912 the San Francisco’s Board of Supervisors declared intent to evict all cemeteries in their jurisdiction. 

On Jan. 14, 1914 Removal notices were sent to all cemeteries, branding them as “A public nuisance and a menace and detriment to the health and welfare of city dwellers.” Ordinance 2597. 

There were many delays to this order as the cemeteries and some citizens fought to have it revoked. By Nov. of 1937 the legal battles were over and bodies not removed were now ordered to have removed. 

Colma cemeteries now inherited hundreds of thousands of additional bodies. 

This led to the incorporation of the cemetery area that became known as Lawndale on August 5, 1924. . . . We kept Lawndale until the United States Postal Service informed us there was a Lawndale in Southern Calif. We went back to the name of Colma. This was on Nov. 17, 1941. 

City of the Dead

I live here in San Francisco and wanted to write to you about the city of Colma. It is often called the City of the Dead due to the fact that it has many cemeteries, which include Jewish cemetery, Chinese cemetery, pet cemetery, and so forth. It is known that this town has more dead people than living. The reason there are so many cemeteries is because in San Francisco it is “not allowed” to bury people. Some kind of ordinance that passed in the early 1900′s I think. You should check it out. -Leticia

#weird california #type read

[typingdyslexiaisathing]

Banding Together (Obey Me!) fanfiction part 4

summary: The end of the battle with the Ancient Beast of Carnage has left much sadness in the three realms. Yet the Demon Brothers find solace in the ones they love to endure the sorrow and uplift their family

characters: Marzena OC/MC, Satan and most of the cast of characters

content: mention of death, mention of violence, talk of medical things, mention of loss, comfort, family. The fight to the death scenario is over so there is no more battle or fighting left to do.

Links to part 1 and part 2 and part 3 here.

Artwork taken from Tumblr manga posts and colored in by me to show Marzena OC and Satan in a snuggle hug (cuz my brain needed the break to just use Paint tool for a couple hours)

The next few days are soaked in sorrow after the battle with the Ancient Beast of Carnage and it's young. My hours spent awake just taking my time to recover my energy as well as my spirit. With Solomon right beside me to give me comfort and affection as we knew I needed. Barbatos seeing to our medical care under Diavolo's tender support. The current ruler of the Devildom openly sitting with us to read to us out loud or have dinner as we stayed in the king sized bed. Barbatos ensuring we kept our minds occupied with various puzzles or the fixing of odd magic tools. Which Solomon enjoyed at a leisurely pace to help me in my magic training as a bonus. Until three days had passed for Satan to arrive to whisk me back to the House of Lamentation. Solomon placing a tender kiss to my cheek before I left the Demon Lord's Castle and went home.

Satan led me through the entranceway to have me showered in eager hugs by the other brothers present. Beelzebub all but squishing me in a bear hug to have my feet leave the floor. Which left my heart and my soul dizzy with the happy feeling that I was indeed back home with the ones I love most. Belphegor soon patting my head to help Satan grab my one duffel bag to head for my room. Where Mammon and Asmodeus were putting newly purchased sheets onto my bed as well as set up brand new pillows for me. Mammon looking fully healed and grinning as he plucked me up to spin me around a few times. Showering my face with soft kisses to grin as I laughed. Soon having Asmodeus snatch me away to dip me back and give me a much more suave kiss. Making my head and heart spin before Satan cleared his throat and Asmodeus got us both upright again. Asmodeus humming to note with good cheer, "You cannot get upset over my special welcome home to our darling Marzena. Especially when you won the draw to keep her company tonight."

I blinked a few times to then turn my gaze to Satan and raise my eyebrow. But it was Mammon who answered my unspoken question. "We drew straws to see who says with you every night during the week. At least until we all believe you've fully recovered your magic and are back to one hundred percent. Since you came home tonight, that means Satan gets to bunk with you first." I didn't bother to complain as I asked, "Where is Lucifer and Leviathan?" Asmodeus heaves a sigh of air to shake his head. "Levi is currently asleep in Lucifer's room right now for Lucifer to be with him. Since... Leviathan is not fully recovered." I instantly went on high alert to try and sprint full tilt to Lucifer's room. Which I was unable to due since Satan literally lifted me up and off the ground before I could take a single step for me to pedal my legs in the air. "Stop. Brakes. Leviathan will be fine and you will see him tomorrow night when he bunks with you. Leviathan is just having serious migraines and lingering trouble as his antlers start to grow back in and heal. It will take around five more days. But we've got magic tonics and injections to ease his pain. Lucifer told me when I left that Leviathan is currently asleep and will stay that way until morning. Hence why Lucifer is not here to welcome you back home. Leviathan will need another injection every two hours in the night. So Lucifer is on watch."

I felt the aching sadness hit full force as I huffed in air. My energy bottoming out as I gave hard and hurting words. "Dammit all. I want to be on the watch list. I will not let any of you try to tell me I can't be helping with Levi's recovery. The first one to even say so will get ordered to clean the crypt for a week." All the demons present give sighs of expected acceptance as Satan set me onto my bed before he nodded. "You are going to have your own watcher when you take a shift to help, Marzena. Barbatos already gave us the full run down of your current medical issues from pushing yourself so badly. You may be a strong human with unbending will. But you did burn through magic from over nine of the most powerful individuals in the three realms. You're lucky you didn't permanently burn out your nerve endings or have your blood vessels rupture from the force of all that magic. Barbatos also commented that the MRI he snuck you into showed signs of inflammation along several major arteries as well as damaged tissue in your muscles. So you are benched and will be getting a trip to a specialist sorcerer slash surgeon in the human world."

I gave a heavy groan to utter a few choice words under my breath. But I can see the sense in all of what Satan is (and isn't) saying as I rub at my eyes with my dominant hand. So Mammon crouches down to ruffle my hair. "Hey hey. It's gonna be fine, Marzena. I heard directly from Michael that Leviathan should be back to his gaming spree in no time. Solomon also is getting the VIP treatment when he gets back to Purgatory Hall. That just leaves us to spoil you and make sure you get back to being your kickass self." Mammon gave me a quick kiss to my forehead before he turned me so I was laying down in my bed. Satan soon slipping off his shoes for Asmodeus to sneak over and reattach the IV line to the still inserted IV fixture in my chest. Which made me grumble as Asmodeus hooked up the IV on the pole they had set up by the bed. "There we go. And yes. You get to have all of us on call with that hospital app that Barbatos put on Solomon and you. So no being able to hide how you are doing. But we'll skip the oxygen tank and just add a dose of magic liquid to the IV." Asmodeus saw to the line to make sure it wouldn't tug as Satan grabbed his sleeping clothes for me to keep my eyes shut and huff. "Typical. This explains why you only packed my comfy sweatpants and sleep shirts for me to walk home in."

Soon enough, it was just Satan and myself in the room for Satan to turn all the lights off. His weight soon sinking into the bed to pull the blankets and extra quilt over us before he hugged me tight. "I know you hate all the fuss. But we were all bouncing off the walls and ceiling while you were gone. So don't be mad at us for too long." My sigh held both fatigue and sadness. "Did the burial ceremony get scheduled yet? Mephistoles texted me on and off to keep me updated on what the families are doing for... For..." Satan sighed to hug me closer. "Yes. But if your trip to that surgeon is going to happen soon, we will be skipping the ceremony to go on that trip. Only warning you get on that." I nodded to snuggle into Satan and heave a sigh of air. So Satan gave me a kiss to the forehead before his body eased into the bed. His words full of love as he spoke. "One step at a time, Marzena. The ones we love will do their utmost best to take care of you as well as drive you crazy. So for now, just get some sleep."

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[obeymesheep]

Can you do one when MC comes out as transgender to all the Obey Me brothers? :]

of course <3

Transgender Mc

Lucifer Mammon Leviathan

You/your mc

Part 2 !Here!

I kept it more neutral as they never specified if they wanted something more gendered! but i hope you all enjoy anyway

Lucifer

He probably understands better than anyone, to change so quickly with everyone expecting certain things from him, is something he went through during his fall.

Luci helps the best he can though, need a really specific type of human clothing so you feel whole? He custom orders one to your measurements and enchants it with glamour and self love.

Depending on if you medically transition, he definitely massages scar cream into your skin and helps you through the process of healing, when you can't reach above your head without being in pain, when you clean your self without help, and when you can't change your self without struggling he will be there.

He will also understand how hard it can be to not medically transition, he knows the pressure and knows not wanting to scar your body or just being scared, he lets you know often how he supports you through anything and loves you unconditionally whatever body you're in <3

Mammon

Being a model in the demon fashion industry he's met tons like you, and knows how to ask important questions! What are your pronouns? How comfortable are you wearing certain types of clothes? Do you feel comfortable in this pose? I mean most trans people he meets are models and these are model orientated questions but still!

 Definitely super respectful of your boundaries, he's clingy but wants to be clingy in a way that makes you feel comfortable! Even if he's only holding your hand!

If you medically transition, he's def gonna kiss your scars even if there just stretch marks! You think it's kinda corny but overall sweet <3 I think he would also work as a compression blanket, he likes to lay on top of you and just minor-ly suffocate you <3

Mammon is your ride or die, it doesn't matter what you look like to him! He will hundred percent kill anyone who thinks they can say shit! He's your first man after all, and nobody messes with his treasure!!

Leviathan

Understands how annoying it can be to have people judge you and is always there to comfort you and help you through the process!

Levi is probably the best person to go to for some relief of gender, he just doesn't really care about that kind of stuff, and when you're sick of people walking on eggshells around you his couch always has a spot for you!

OMG cosplay gender euphoria!! You pick out a character and Levi does the rest, he tailors the costume to best suit your body while still giving the desired effect, he does really great contour so your face is soooo gender, and by the end you look so good and euphoric! Levi just understands your body type!

He goes to pride anime events with you, you get to talk to people who would understand the most and people who like anime! He just follows you around like a puppy and a supportive boyfriend!!

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[softniceselfships]

what type of flustered-when-complimented f/o is yours?

♡ 1: buries their head in your chest with a sweet, embarrassed giggle and a soft, smiling sigh that warms you right up

♡ 2: red-faced, quickly folds their arms, calls you an idiot, all the while having butterflies fly excitedly around their stomach

♡ 3: averts your eyes and is holding back an absolutely bashful grin that, once alone, won't leave them for the rest of the day

♡ 4: immediately says "NO YOU!" and gives you the biggest hug and/or tickle fight

♡ 5: looks into your eyes lovingly and lets your words sink into their heart so, so fully, cherishing every beautiful thing you say to them

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[myarlert]

okay after reading all the soft things about jean and his child i can’t help it i might have a baby fever 😭 what kind of fathers do you think the aot guys would be?? 🥺

𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐔𝐘𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

— cw; mentions of child birth [nothing graphic], mentions of baby making, overall fluff, there’s a shit ton of commas?

one mention of fem!bodied reader, other than that it’s all gn!reader, more about the guys themselves

— eren yeager, armin arlert, jean kirschtein, levi ackerman, erwin smith, reiner braun, bertholdt hoover, connie springer

𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑

— eren would be the fun kinda dad, the one that would always have his kiddo up on his shoulders, playing rocketship/blast off, making forts n having tea parties. he would be up for having more than one, especially with how beautiful he thinks you look when you are all round with his baby <3 would definitely be the silly one out of them, always telling his kid[s] jokes or teaching them lighthearted pranks. absolutely would get tons of matching outfits for himself and his children.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓

— armin would be the sweet/protective kinda dad. he would want the absolute best for his little ones, always making sure they were well fed, well dressed, had a safe roof to live under, helping them to understand school, not overly pressuring them to get good grades but just to make sure they get by good. armin loves his family more than anything, so he would definitely want to have more than one child.

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐈𝐍

— very very much a gentleman with any child he comes into contact with, especially his own. jean will have no problem spoiling the fuck out of his kids and you, giving you the best life possible. his kids would be spoiled beyond belief, wanting to always try to cook them homemade meals, give them toys they want, making sure they have a house that’s going to keep them safe ugh how i want to have kids with jean.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍

— levi doesn’t like kids until he has one of his own, and then his kids are his everything. every waking moment of his is spent making sure his children are safe and secure. he would be the type of dad to sit at a restaurant with his buds, drinking a beer or something with his toddler on his thigh. don’t get me started on how levi would braid his childs hair, pigtails, ANYTHING UGH CUTE

𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

— erwin, like levi, wouldn’t think much about kids until he has his own. erwin would one hundred percent want a big family, always bringing his others to the hospital with baby number three or four was on the way. like imagine giving birth and after a few hours he comes in to introduce your toddler to their new brother or sister…… :( like ‘look! that’s them.. they look a little like you!’ and he would poke their tummy or something :(

𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍

— i feel like reiner wouldn’t be too into the idea of having kids at first but once the first process of baby making occurs.. he wants another.. and another.. reiner however would be between armin and eren. protective but not to an extreme level but also playful and very attentive to his kids. has a soft spot for having tea parties if he has a little girl, especially if it has a theme and she wants to dress up with him :((

𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

— would end up having twins and couldn’t be happier. teaches his kids to get along with one another but fails sometimes. bert would be the type of dad to love going on walks and taking his kiddos to the park. pushes them on swings, adores when he gets to teach them how to ride a bike and the look of pure joy on his face when he lets go and sees them riding all by themselves :’) bertholdt is much more of a softie like that when his kids are in his presence.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑

— MAKEOVERS MAKEOVERS MAKEOVERS PLEASE, he would sit down for however long it takes for his little one to jab his eyelids and smear lipstick all over his lips and nose and he LOVES IT. he thinks it helps with creativity and artistic abilities. no but seriously, connie would be a major softie dad who would let his kiddos run around and have as much fun as they wanted, but not letting them get too destructive or noisy.

tagging @paradisdementor

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[mammonsjuicyass]

Hope you don't mind my request, like in a situation of MC finding a cat and wanted to take are of it, would the brothers help them out or just thinking is a bad idea

Ayoo this one is the only one i wanna write among requests rn. Its cute and i liked it.

I may do this for undatebles too.

How Would Brothers React To Mc Finding A Stray Cat

Lucifer

Come on Mc, this man is old. And you still make him worry about stuff like this.

"As you may recall dear, there is a strict rule that doesn't allows pets in House of Lamination."

He would give you a lecture on why you shouldnt pick up random animals on street.

But still at the and of the day if you insist he would take this cat just for see the smile on your face.

And even tho he didn't wanted it we all know he would try his best to get along with your cat.

Mammon

"Ya dumb human! I know it's cute but Lucifer will hang us from ceiling if he sees this lil thingy. Not like I'm scared of him or pfft. "

He would try to play it off cool even tho he wants to squish this cat you found.

This man likes cats and he likes you too. So it's a great combo.

He is kinda worried that this will bring you guys trouble but still he would never ever allow anyone to take this cat from you.

After a while he realizes that you MAY love the cat more than you love him. Like why are you giving all of your time to it???

"Okay, you know what?? You spend so much time with that cat. Come cuddle me instead. But not because I want it or anything."

Leviathan

What is that furry ball you're holding MC? Is that a new normie toy or something. I can't take my eyes from the screen sorry.

I'm one hundred percent sure that he would scream for his life because what if this evil thing you just bring eats his HENRY??

He would help you hide this kitty from Lucifer for a while too but he would give it away as soon as someone questions it.

He really is trying to take care of your cat. They get along pretty well. You're luck because Levi had watched the anime "Love of my life who's also my friend brought a cat to our house and now I need to learn everything about cats so I can impress them"

So you and your cat is in safe hands I guess. Well, he will be extremely careful with the cat because he think you would hate him if you he doesn't treat the cat right.

Please don't hate him. He even buys your cat some anime cosplay clothes. They're friends now.

Satan

"Oh my Diavolo! Who is this cute thing in your hand Mc? Did you name it yet? No, you're holding it wrong. Just give it to me."

Let me tell you that this cat is not yours anymore. It's his cat. But still you can play with it he lets you.

We all know this man LOVES cats. Maybe even more than he loves you.

So he will fight for this cat to stay here. He will even go and complain to Diavolo if its necessary.

Because it's not an ordinary cat too. It's the most cutest thing ever and its the cat you found.

Get ready for reading sessions with Satan and the cat. It's a part of your relationship now. Satan and you have to act like co-parents from now on.

"Eh.. I like to keep the cat in my room so you have to visit both of us when you miss one of us."

Asmodeus

"Oh my, you two look so cute together. Let me take a photo. It will surely rock the devilgram. "

He likes this cat because it's cute. Not prettier than him of course. So he would help you to keep it.

He has some benefits on this too. He will dress up the cat and make it even prettier for eyes.

Congrats your cat is the new Devildom celebrity. Asmo is constantly sharing the photos of you and your cat.

Also he loves to keep cat as hostage so you would spend some more time with him.

"What about both of us dress up like cats and take some more photos. We can have some fun after <3"

Beelzebub

"What's that? Is that edible *much*"

I just know he would bite your cat as his love language.

He loves the cat because you love it. He would try to hide it from others. And would succeed to keep it as a secret.

So don't worry you can count on him.

He'll make sure that cat is never hungry. He even shares his food with it sometimes.

Just for you to know this cat will have and immaculate taste thanks to Beel.

"Hey,Mc! Look I thought it how to catch food on air."

Belphagor

"Mc, could you please get your tail out of my face. I'm trying to take a nap."

He will act like he doesn't want the cat.

He doesn't want the cat.

But as soon as he realizes it can piss of Lucifer, he's up for it.

Even tho he does not like your new cat at first watch him become besties with it.

He will cuddle YOUR cat and sleep like that for hours.

He is soft as a pillow for your cat.

"Do you think I can take the cat now? I wanna sleep."

Let me know if you want any other characters.

I hope y'all enjoyed this one <3

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