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bridgyrose · 11 months

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Good afternoon Bridgy. Hows about something light hearted, to balance all the angst from the last episode. Ruby and Weiss are penpals (or ther modern equivalent), they each know who the other is but neither has any idea they're both going to Beacon, Ruby because her enrollment was so last minute, and Weiss because it hasn't occured to mention it. Please? A one-shot is perfectly fine.

(You ask, you shall receive)

Weiss smiled a bit as another message dinged on her scroll and Ruby’s name came up. She quickly opened up the message and smiled as she read it over, the smile quickly fading as worry came over her.

“Sorry for disappearing for a couple days. Got grounded for getting mixed up in a robbery.”

Weiss quickly bandaged her eye and started to call Ruby, impatiently tapping her foot as her scroll rang. Finally, she heard Ruby’s voice and practically yelled over the phone. “Are you okay?! You didnt get hurt, did you?”

There was a pause before Ruby spoke. “Y-yeah, I’m fine. Just ended up grounded for a few days for being in the wrong place at the right time. But on the brightside, I got to meet a huntress that used glyphs kinda like yours!”

“Of course that’s what you’re excited about,” Weiss said as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “You had me worried. I thought something else happened. So why did you get mixed up in a robbery?”

“Its not entirely my fault. I was minding my own business when someone pulled my headset off and told me it was a robbery. So… I fought back.”

“Of course you did…”

“It was actually pretty fun. Kicked some bad guy butt, nearly died, watched a huntress fight another one-”

“Wait, what? You almost died?!”

Ruby sighed and put up a nervous smile as she rubbed the back of her head. “I didnt expect him to throw a dust crystal at me and shoot it.”

Weiss took a deep breath and tried to relax as her anxiety started to spike. “Please dont get yourself killed before you actually get your license as a huntress. I do actually want to meet you one day.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do. You’re… one of the few friends I have.” Weiss sighed and looked at the time on her scroll. “Though, I do have to cut things short tonight. I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow.”

“Traveling for business again?”

“Not exactly, but I’ll tell you more tomorrow, alright?”

“Alright. Take care.”

“You too.” Weiss ended the call and looked over at her packed bags for Beacon. A small smile crept across her lips as she thought about surprising Ruby with being in Vale and actually meeting her in person instead of through texts and calls. She laid down on her bed and closed her eyes for a moment to rest, muttering a bit to herself about her plans for once she made it to Vale.

The next day brought a busy morning of getting her bags to her family’s private airship, loading everything she would need for Beacon, and sleeping through most of the flight to Vale. Early mornings were still not exactly her idea of fun, and having to get up much earlier than normal to get everything packed for the flight was much more of a hassle than she wanted to admit to. Still, sleeping on the flight wasnt the worst feeling since most of the airways were kept clear of grimm.

Once the airship landed at Beacon, Weiss quickly started to gather her bags onto a trolly, meticulously going over everything she had. The last thing she wanted was for any of her bags to be left behind with no real way of getting them back in time. Once she made sure her bags were in order, she made her way off the airship and took a deep breath. For the first time she was away from home without family. No father to tell her what needed to be done, no mother to go out drinking and cause a scene, though she had to admit she’d miss Winter and Whitley, even if she was starting to drift apart from them in various ways. But more importantly, it was going to be a way for her to get a fresh start away from Atlas and the expectations her family put onto her-

Weiss was kicked out of her train of thought as she ran into someone, her bags and dust spilling out everywhere. She glared as she picked herself up, her voice starting to get louder as she spoke. “Hey! Watch where you’re-” she paused as she finally got a look at the girl she ran into, her heart stopping when she recognized the silver eyes and red-tipped hair. “Ruby?! What are you doing here?!”

“W-Weiss?” Ruby fell back and dropped a vial of dust she had picked up. “What am I doing here? What are you doing here? Since when were you training to be a huntress?”

“Since I was ten and Winter unlocked my aura. But that doesnt answer why you’re here! I thought you were only seeing your sister off!”

“I… was offered a place here by Ozpin a couple days ago,” Ruby said, hand rubbing the back of her head nervously. “Guess that slipped my mind when we talked yesterday.”

“Unbelievable.” Weiss started to pick up the dust that spilled, shaking the vials a bit and letting a little dust in the air. “I spend months training for the exam, pass it with flying colors, have to pass another exam from my father to prove that I can be a huntress, only to find you here because you nearly got yourself killed!”

“Like I said, it was the wrong place at the right time. Nothing more than that.”

Weiss sighed and stopped as she felt Ruby’s hand on her own. “You’re just a kid, what is Ozpin thinking about bringing you up like this? Did you even have time to catch up on everything you would’ve missed.”

Ruby shook her head. “No, but… I’ll be able to handle it. Besides, I’m only a couple years younger than you, so its not like its a huge difference.”

“No, but enough of one.” Weiss pulled her hand away from Ruby’s and finished packing up the dust. “In that case, I’ll have to make sure you dont fail out and keep up with your studies.”

“And we can be partners, right?”

Weiss paused for a moment as she thought about it, her eyes glancing around to the other students and spotting Pyrrha Nikos in the crowds. She then looked back at Ruby and sighed. “We’ll have teams of four, so I’m sure having you as my partner wont slow me down. Just… make sure you keep up with everything.”

Ruby practically beamed. “I wont let you down!”

“Then we should start making our way to the cafeteria for orientation.”

“I… dont know where that is.”

Weiss rolled her eyes and took Ruby’s hand to lead her forward. “Of course you dont, you dolt. Didnt you look at the map of campus before coming here.”

“Yeah, but… look, I’ve been running off excitement for the last few days. So I… didnt exactly pay attention to a lot.”

“You’re lucky you have me to help you.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #drabbles #whiterose pen pal au #whiterose pen pal #no idea if I'll actually do whiterose as a pairing #but this was a bit fun to work

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dashawns-world · 10 months

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Escaflowne the Movie (2000)

I’m probably dating myself immediately by choosing this movie, but it’s what came to mind after a joint last night. I recommend watching (at least) the opening scene of this film up until the title comes on at around 5:20. You can watch it here. I will spoil the movie, though, so here’s your warning. Also, this movie deals with heavy themes such as depression and nihilism. If that isn’t your thing, run awaaaay!

Where was I? Oh, right-

So, why this movie? Well, let me paint a lil’ picture for you. (With words, I don’t wanna paint rn, sorry.)

I was 10 or 11 when Escaflowne came on TV one night, I think. (This painting sucks, leave me alone.) I remember it being faaairly late, and I was fiending for anything with the vibe of Dragon Ball or Cowboy Bebop. Though I didn’t know it at the time, it was anime that I wanted to watch. I felt like a cool grown-up watching them because they had violence and adults smoking. Simpler times.

Escaflowne started much slower than I would’ve liked as a kid. Now, I can appreciate the time given to showing shots of the sky and the massive airship that dwarfs a damn mountain. But as a kid, I wanted something to happen.

I got my wish when this anime boy fell from the clouds. I’m like, where’d this guy come from? I’m locked in now. Suddenly he lands on the airship, and a guard is rightfully like, “Bro, who tf-“ SLICE! The guard is dead, and my lil developing brain decides, “Yup, here’s a core memory.” What proceeds is the most intense opening of a movie I’d seen up until that point. The drums kick in, and this anime boy runs into a hull full of soldiers and sprays everybody. The animation, choreography, music, and cinematography are outstanding. Truly unmatched stuff. I won’t go into detail here because I want to break this scene down later, but yeah, the anime boy’s lone assault on this airship is incredible.

I NEVER got that opening scene out of my head. It started my obsession with anime guys and their samurai swords before Samurai Champloo, and solidified my appreciation for airships/sky battles. Maybe it’s because I recently beat “Tears of the Kingdom,” but I’ve been thinking more and more about how I like fighting in the sky. (Not irl, though.)

Now the thing is, the opening scene is ALL I ever remembered from the movie. I could recall elements of the rest of the film, like the fact that there were giant robots, but the story and characters never stuck. And that’s why I decided to rewatch this as an adult and figure out why.

Here we go!

I won’t dissect the entire movie beat for beat. It’s tempting, but I want to discuss the story and its themes today. I’ll need to let you in on another small fact to do that. This movie is an adaptation of an anime TV series called “The Vision of Escaflowne.” I didn’t know that until last night because while watching it, I could see the story introducing many elements and dropping them just as quickly, so I googled it. At this point in my life, I’ve watched many films based on books. You can just tell after a while. What’s interesting, though, is that this adaptation took a lot of liberties with the source material. I only knew this version, so I’m judging it on its merits.

I’m also ghetto, so here’s Wikipedia’s summary.

“Hitomi Kanzaki is in crisis. Her life has lost its meaning, and she is plagued by unusual dreams. She is depressed and wants nothing more than to disappear. After falling out with her only friend, she is mysteriously summoned to another world, Gaea, where she finds herself inside Escaflowne, a doomsday weapon destined to come to life at the appearance of a prophesied "wing goddess". The world of Gaea is facing its own crisis: relentless conquest by the Black Dragon Clan, the rebels against which become convinced that Hitomi is the prophesied goddess who will revive Escaflowne. Never certain of her identity in Gaea, Hitomi finds her destiny as she becomes closer to the rebel leader, Lord Van, and helps to bring about the fall of his vengeful brother Lord Folken, the master of the Black Dragon Clan.”

Say thank you to Wikipedia! ...I’m sorry if this is annoying to read.

Anyway, I’ll say that’s a reasonably exciting story! Maybe not now when tons of Isekai have done it arguably better in all these years, but It’s interesting. A depressed person with the power to make or break a world? What a concept! Indeed it’s enough to make you curious. I’m gonna stop talking like this now.

Nihilism is the name of the game in this film. Each major player (Hitomi, Van, and Folken) represents different stages of it. Whereas Hitomi deals with how much modern-day living sucks, Van and Folken’s conflict involves war and their entire world. That said, Hitomi was ready to self-destruct in her introductory scene due to her depression. VERY HEAVY. After the opening scene's thrill, this was like whiplash. None of this stuck with my childish brain; I was very dumb. Thankfully, the imagery was not disturbing (otherwise, it probably would have), but the stuff she said resonates with me now.

Ultimately, she finds she’s not alone in feeling this way, as Van is similarly alone in his world as the sole heir to his kingdom. He has only known struggle thanks to his dickhole older brother, who is coo-coo-crazy with his nihilism, and is hell-bent on taking the whole world out with him. Hitomi and Van only defeat Folken thanks to finding and understanding each other. …Except they don’t defeat him… in fact, the story and many of the themes get kinda screwy.

I’ve buried the lead, but in my opinion, this movie starts off strong and then drops the ball. I will say I liked what the story was doing. The theme, learning that you’re not alone when you’re depressed, is beautiful. Sure, one can argue that it oversimplifies a real issue, but stories can do that. I see stories as extensions of their creators. The writing is genuine here. Hitomi’s dialogue in the intro was legit and also beautifully directed. I’m definitely assuming here, but if this is how the writers chose to tell the story of someone struggling with depression, I won’t dismiss it because they didn’t match how I feel you should write about it.

The problems I had were more on the missed potential side. And letting dialogue take the place of visual storytelling. The first act had me completely engrossed. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. The troubles started to arise when they started introducing maaaaany characters. I started to lose track of them. I love ensemble casts, but in a 90-minute movie, they’re not all going to get to shine. This is only a problem for me when I actually LIKE the characters. (which I did, the freakin goobs) So if they were to… suddenly eject from the plot, I’d be sad. This is where the film, initially being a show, reared its ugly head. Van is part of a resistance group, but he’s not even the leader. I don’t know why the Wikipedia synopsis said that.

Thanks, Wikipedia.

You find this out after his and Hitomi’s introductory scenes. They throw this lovable gang of misfits at you, and they do it well. I was on board and was even starting to worry for them because I knew a dark fantasy story had the potential to kill off mains. None of them die, though. In fact, around the halfway point of the movie, they all become completely irrelevant. The actual leader? Diet-Sephiroth? He can keep UP with Van, who is, on all accounts, a killing machine. They seemed to think showing us this was important. Too bad he’s useless by the movie's midpoint, too, because he never has to show that strength again. They don’t even get a scene at the end where they tell Hitomi goodbye. Why the hell were they even there? Why did we spend any time learning about them? I’m sure they get more relevancy in the show, but this isn’t the show; it’s a movie. A movie that purposefully isn’t anything like the show, either. From what I read, this movie cut a lot of the fat from the show, but I guess this couldn’t be helped. That said, there’s a scene where a VERY detestable character gets a farewell scene. Why him and not Van’s crew? I’m very upset, lol.

So what happens when the crew is gone halfway through the movie? Well, Hitomi and Van bond. But… not in any way that’s immediately noticeable. This is my major, major issue. Too many characters tell Hitomi things about Van before we see them bond. I really wish she’d SEEN that he wasn’t such a bad guy instead of people telling her. They also tell her the whole point of the movie, which is a no-no for me. The lion dude is straight up like, “Yeah, Van wants to die.” He may as well have said, “Just like you did earlier in the movie because he’s depressed too.” I was hoping she’d learn this from her interactions with Van himself, but up until this point in the movie, they don’t interact much. This is where my tastes come in, as I want to grow attached to the main characters in a story. Hitomi and Van, despite being very profoundly written in this film, are only their sorrow, it seems. Hitomi, at least in the beginning, is less so. But Van is about as interesting as a wall in this movie. (A wall that can fight good, mind you, but fight good is not a personality trait.)

Stories about emotionally stunted, stoic-lite dudes that need a woman to show them how to care make me cringe. I can’t help it; it’s just not my thing! “Man strong, he need woman to lie head on.” I personally think that’s weak irl, so stories like that don’t resonate with me. To each their own. I think it could’ve at least been done a bit more tastefully. But heeey, this movie is a 2000’s movie, baybee, and hindsight is, of course, 20/20. In the movie’s defense, though, Hitomi and Van don’t seem to develop feelings or intimacy beyond understanding one another, so that’s why I could keep going! One could even say the stoic dude thing wasn’t their intention! But that’s the problem when you don’t give HIM (Van) any agency, and everyone talks about him like they did. I forgot he wasn’t a machine until ⅔ into the film.

I gave it some thought, and the only reason this bothered me was that Van’s humanity was all there, but AFTER these scenes with Hitomi being told about it. Van DOES open up and IS a good guy in a bad position. There’s a scene where he sculpts a figurine for one of the crew members. I actually love how the scene was directed because you couldn’t tell he was doing it. It was a reveal. And a very good reveal, to me. I enjoyed that! If they had put that scene earlier than it was placed, that could’ve been the visual moment to know that he’s not all “kill, kill, destroy.” But it wasn’t new information where it was placed. The movie said, “Sorry, I know Van seemed a lil coo-coo-crazy initially, but we promise you he’s a protagonist.” And I’m like, “I knoooow, you told me so many times that this seems redundant now.” Okay, I’m done with my lil rant.

The intention to make Hitomi and Van two peas in a pod was great, but it felt like Hitomi didn’t think he was tight until he saved her and was told multiple times Van’s cool... After that, she becomes a “Van’s the Man fan girl.” So if you look past all that, they bond, and it’s nice. But the rest becomes kind of a slog. Characters are introduced and given nothing; Before I end this, lemme talk about Folken real quick. His motivations were weird. Basically, he hated the world? And wanted it destroyed by the apocalyptic arrival of Hitomi. The head-scratching came from the fact that he didn’t need her to fuck up the world. He was doing a pretty good job being evil and ruining everyone’s lives without her. His misinformation about their lil prophecy was his own undoing. In fact, he knew he was going to die and welcomed it. The prophecy said he’d die, but it didn’t say how it would happen. I guess he wanted it to be Hitomi, but she was like a school girl so that didn’t happen. Lol, sorry, bro. I skim over stuff all the time; these are the results. The plot was “Folken was wrong about everything.”

So, due to being wrong about everything, Folken is betrayed by one of his own soldiers and KILLED lol. If you didn’t watch, you’re probably like wow that’s underwhelming. But if you SAW how impossibly powerful they made Folken seem, this is even more of a wet slap on your cheek. His climactic battle with Van and Hitomi is underwhelming because they don’t fight. It seems like, through Hitomi’s influence, Van no longer wants to be a fighter ANYWAY. He just wants peace. But the movie definitely made it seem like they were all going to fight more. I guess I like climactic fights if you give me too powerful badasses. Theme be damned, lol. That’s not a fair critique, but it’s what I wanted. Not a single clash of a sword between Van and Folken. The ending just had me scratching my head. After the lack of character stuff, all I was looking forward to was a sick animated fight, and I didn’t get it. There are more things I could nitpick, but ultimately it was the lack of believability in Van and Hitomi’s relationship that kept this from being a classic in my eyes. I’m fairly lax about plot shit when the characters are hitting, but if I’m bored of your mains, I don’t care, yo; I’m going to sleep. So much potential, though!

There are a few scenes I’d like to go over in detail because, despite the movie’s lack of a satisfying whole, there were some REAL TASTY parts. But I’ll do that in another post, as this one is too long now. I’d say at the end of it all, I did learn something about my own tastes. And now you did too. Thanks for reading if you got this far!

-Dashawn

#2000's/2009's anime #critique #anime

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scrollsfromarebornrealm · 2 years

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No Strings Attached (1)

(you all know who to blame for this. @autumnslance @dragons-bones @driftward @erickgage I’ve never written Gaius before, I apologize if I fucked him up.)

Sunsets were coming faster on Terncliff, the seasons were changing. It was now autumn, an all too brief respite from the heat of summer before winter came, bringing brutal blasts of cold air from both land and sea. The end of the current day promised a glorious blast of color before night fell, yet Gaius paid it no heed. He’d been in his office for most of the day dealing with the never-ending cycle of paperwork.

“General. The Sharlayan contingent has arrived and is awaiting clearance.” The announcement broke into Gaius’ thoughts. He looked up from his desk--first at the young Revolutionary solider, and then at the chronometer on the wall.

“They’re two hours early.” Not that he would complain. If he had to read one more report, his eyes would more than likely tear themselves from his skull in protest.

“Apparently the headwinds were good.” The messenger replied. Gaius considered this, and then nodded. Rising from the desk, he winced briefly as his bones complained--he’d been sitting down for far too long.

“Let us see what the city of scholars has sent us, then.”

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The breeze coming in from the ocean was particularly stiff. Astrid was grateful she’d eschewed her Forum robes (unlike the moron who was accompanying her) for a more practical pairing of aether-armored coat and pants. A sturdy set of calf-high boots completed her ensemble. She’d been tempted briefly to try a pair of the thigh-highs that had been made popular by Riven and her friends, but Astrid had stopped herself. There was good taste, and then there was looking like a fool. Thigh-high boots were best left to the young, who had the capabilities for them.

“What’s taking so long?!” Her fellow Forum member (the moron) Sioneaux Juilort complained. He was selfish, stuck up, and one of the biggest assholes Astrid had the misfortune of serving with. He’d been a pest to the airship crew and had been insufferable to the refugees accompanying them-former conscripts from Werlyt.

“We have to wait on clearance from the Revolutionaries. The area’s had problems with raiders lately.” One of the crew said.

“Raiders?” Astrid interjected before Sioneaux could continue whining. The crewman shot her a grateful look.

“Former imperial troops that just...won’t settle.” He said. “It’s not just here, it’s in the other former provinces as well. Raiders, self-proclaimed warlords...”

“I can imagine.” Astrid murmured, her mind turning over the younger man’s words. Werlyt was one of the lucky former imperial provinces that had a rough government ready to step in when the Garleans were ousted. It was doing a damn sight better than Garlamald. Fresh horror stories seemed to arrive almost every day from the ruined country.

“Ladies and gentlemen!” Another crewmember called out as the engine pitch beneath Astrid’s feet suddenly changed. “If you could find your seats please, we are about to land!”

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The freed conscripts that were exiting the airship looked as if they’d been dragged through every Eorzean hell, Gaius noted. News of the Final Days and the horrors they had spawned had trickled into Werlyt slowly, along with what had happened to the Empire overall. For Gaius, it had been hard--no, it had been agonizing to stay where he was. His promise to not get involved had tasted like ashes upon his tongue when he’d uttered it, and Riven Fortemps’ promise to do all in her power in his stead had soothed his guilt, but only briefly. But then he would have to ask himself, what good would he have been able to do? What could he have done in light of the sheer list of nightmares that had filled his ears and covered the pages of the reports that had been on his desk? What could he do for a land blighted by blood and tainted aether, robbed of three-quarters of it’s population? Nothing. He could do nothing, his presence would have and still would only make matters worse.

“General Gaius?” Severa’s voice broke into his musings. Forcing himself to back to the present, Gaius focused his attention to the scene in front of him. Two figures in white had disembarked from the airship, and were walking towards him. One was a male elezen dressed in the official robes of the Sharlayan Forum--a brave choice, considering the current weather in Terncliff, Gaius thought. His companion was a female midlander hyur, dressed in much more practical clothing...and bearing a weapon. A smart move, considering the current state of the former imperial provinces. Stepping forward, Gaius cleared his throat.

“Welcome to Terncliff.” He began. “I am Gaius...” The Sharlayan duo came to a halt, and Gaius felt his brain freeze as he fully took in the woman, who gasped in shock as she saw him.

“Gaius van Baelsar, I presume.” The elezen said rather snidely. Gainus couldn’t respond, his tongue tied as he gawked at the white-haired woman...who was gawking right back at him. He knew that face, he knew those eyes all too well...

~~~~~

“Stay a little longer, Astrid.” In an attempt to be charming and hopefully seductive, Gaius pressed a kiss to one lovely bare shoulder.

“Hmm.”

“Stay and let me show you Ilsbard.” Gainus pressed another kiss--this time to the nape of a graceful neck. “There’s no rush for you to return home.”

~~~~~~

“Astrid.” Gaius got out. As he watched, Astrid-she’d aged from the last time he’d seen her, but she was still so lovely--inhaled. Rage now glittered in her blue eyes, and when she spoke, her voice could cut frozen steel.

“Marcus nan Tiberius.” The alias he’d used all those years ago sounded like a curse coming from her petal-pink lips. “It’s a small world.”

#ffxiv #gaius van baelsar #gaius baelsar #astrid deglass #YES THERE IS A PART 2 #HI HOW YOU DOING GAIUS YOU HAD DEALINGS WITH RIVEN'S GRANDMOTHER #and you two were fucking to boot #in which Astrid is about to not have a Good Time #no strings attached

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sleepyannie · 2 years

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"so please, hurry, leave me, i can't breathe. please don't say you love me."

warnings: aot s4 spoilers, death, blood, guns, war, angst, mental health, etc.

in which sasha dies in your place.

"are you hurt at all, y/n?" sasha asked as you boarded the airship. "no, what about you?" you approached the brunette.

"nope." she responded with a small smile, pulling you into a quick hug.

"okay lovebirds, you can cut it out now." connie teased, he and jean joining the two of you towards the center of the airship.

"shut up, idiot." sasha hit his arm, and he scoffed, ruffling her hair a bit.

you turned to jean. "what about you, you alright?" you asked. "yeah, lucky enough that i made it back it one piece."

sasha picked up on your conversation, taking it upon herself to ask connie.

suddenly, floch started urging the remaining scouts to celebrate their victory. you, sasha, jean and connie didn't want any part of it.

"celebrate what? murdering people?" you shot floch a slight glare. you had always hated him.

you began scolding him as the other three talked, jean eventually yelling at everyone to be quiet.

sasha turned her head at the sound of a thud, a girl holding a gun rolling into the airship.

the girl lifted her gun, and sasha followed where it was aimed, which led her to stare at you, who was still scolding floch.

she quickly rushed over to push you out of the way. the sound of the gun firing a bullet startled everyone, turning in horror at the sight before them.

you groaned as your back came in contact with the wall, something splattering onto your face.

you opened your eyes, revealling sasha with a hole in her chest.

she tumbled back, falling onto her back with a thud.

"sasha?" you muttered in confusion.

jean nearly got his brains blown out when the girl shot again, but missed due to another kid pushing her.

"sasha, sasha look at me." you squeezed sasha's hand as she laid on the ground.

"sasha, stay with us!" connie shouted from beside you.

jean hurried over, crouching down beside the two of you. "are we eating soon?" sasha asked weakly.

"sasha, please don't leave me." you could feel tears stream down your cheeks, falling onto sasha's limp body.

your body began to tremble as sasha's eyelids grew heavy, her eyes barely remaining open.

jean ordered someone to get bandages, and you stayed squeezing sasha's hand as people began wrapping her wound.

connie sat close by as jean took the two children to the back.

moments later, mikasa and armin ran out to see sasha, each dropping down to her.

you silently sat there, warm tears still blurring your vision when armin checked her pulse.

you heard mikasa and armin start crying and connie left, joining the others in the back.

you hunched over, pulling sasha's limp hand to your face. you quietly sobbed against her hand.

after what felt like years, mikasa and armin left to give you alone time with sasha.

you straightened your back, looking down at sasha's resting face. you carefully brushed her bangs aside, some of your tears landing on her cheeks.

you pulled her close to you, hugging her tightly as you cried.

jean and connie silently stood in the doorway, their eyes watery.

you stood in front of her grave, a bouqet of flowers in hand.

you were wearing the black suit she said you looked amazing in, your hair in a high ponytail.

you looked down to the name on the grave, your hands shaking.

everyone else was long gone, giving you time to say your final goodbyes to your loving girlfriend.

tears streamed down your face one again, your sleeves absorbing them as you repeatidly wiped your face.

you slowly crouched down, placing the flowers on her grave before hugging your knees.

you buried your face into your knees, beginning to sob again.

you stayed sitting before her grave for hours before finally looking up at it.

you searched for words, memories of you and her replaying in your mind countless times.

you stood up, your eyes never leaving the name on the grave.

"i love you."

#sasha #sasha braus #sasha braus x reader #angst #aot #attack on titan #aot angst #sasha braus angst #sasha angst #attack on titan angst

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mystery-salad · 1 year

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YOU! gimme 6&7! 12! 16! for Matthias and Aildyn (@where-is-caithe)

💖💖💖 Matthias and @ascalonianpicnic 's Aildyn 💖 coming right up!

6. Did they chase after Caithe together or was one/were some on the airship with Trahearne during the start of HoT?

Neither was on the airship, they were both following Caithe (though with some severe discomfort. Matthias didn't like using the seeds to dig up an unsavory past...hits too close to home. And Aildyn has am awkward gistory with Caithe at that point) and while neither was comfortable with the chase, they both didn't really have wiggle room in it. Aildyn was still under scrutiny as a court spy who needed to prove their place in the pact. And Matthias had a very specific persona he built and has to upkeep to ensure no one finds any loose threads in his story. I feel like, even without the shadow of the dragon interrupting, one of them would've found a way to let her get away "accidentally"

7. Did all of them go into Mordremoth's mind? Did an extra NPC get left out or did two still go?

Matthias and Aildyn both went in, with just Canach! Braham and Caithe both lost people that were huge impacts on them, and that has emotional consequences. They wanted everyone going in to have as clear a mind as possible, and while Canach was still mentally fighting Mordremoth he didn't lost anything drastic to the jungle during the expedition. Not to mention Caithe doesn't trust Aildyn at all yet, so they would have made an awful set to send in together.

As Socks said, "Canach only speedrun any%"

12. Which one was shot by Bangar?

Matthias! And this was finally far into the plot enough that Aildyn knew they loved him. It was fucking devastating to see him get hit and immediately go down as the magic burst to life in the arrow buried deep in his chest. They were at his side and rode with him to aurene's pool. He woke up with his head in their lap...awkward considering the two have been at a point where they literally weren't even speaking outside of required work ._.

The arrow even gave a two for one death deal for him! Matthias is a warrior with the berserker spec, and with that natural internal heat he's been regulating his temperature much better up in the mountains than most others. It's hardly a concern for him until Jormag comes in with their freeze. But that arrow blessed with a fire magic strong enough to fell a dragon? It fucked up his magic real good, but subtly. When Frost Legion revealed their hand and the cold snap blew in, Matthias naturally compensated with upping his own warmth quickly. Which ended up shorting it out completely. Another snap of heat (much like when the arrow first hit him) released from his body, surging him up far beyond a survivable temperature, then plummeted down to freezing as his magic turned off completely. He was down as fast as the first time and had to be dragged back to the healing pool, for much longer to actually repair his magic now too. He's still a bit more cautious with it to this day.

16. How effective are they as a team?

Immensely!!! They may have their differences, they may have hated each other, they may have just started a barely functional relationship now, BUT the one area they never let this affect is their work. These are two people with everything to lose, if this job falls through. They both have pasts waiting to latch their teeth into them the moment they're not backed by a very large and dangerous organization. Whether they get along or not, this job has to work. And they are both immensely skilled fighters and have skills that compliment each other well. Things run so smooth with the two working together even if the team gets tired of the arguments and fights they have to endure in some meetings

#where-is-caithe #matthias reyes #aildyn #thank u i love trading asks with u 💛

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icycream-catqueen · 1 year

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There was something else Neo wanted...but it was something she knew she couldn’t have. Not anymore.

Rating: T

Word Count: ~1600

Important Tags: V9E8 Spoilers, Hurt No Comfort, Spicecream, Canon Compliant

When I saw the painting with Cinder in it in Neo’s funhouse, I promptly came up with a 900+ word theory about it that I sent rapid-fire to my friend via text, and today I finally decided to put it in fanfic form. I’m dual-uploading the whole thing (here and AO3) instead of my usual MO of posting a link to the AO3 fic here, just because I feel like it. Now, I don’t know if “enjoy” is the proper term since this is just Neo’s introspective realization and there’s nothing happy about it, but I dunno what else to say, so...enjoy?

“You’ve finally done it!”

Had she? Ruby had done exactly what she wanted, and she’d disappeared accordingly, but it didn’t feel satisfying. It felt empty, like there was something else, like something was missing.

“Little Red’s gone. With your Semblance stronger than ever now, we can take over this whole absurd place!”

No! Neo shook her head reflexively, squeezing her eyes shut. She didn’t want to rule the Ever After, she knew that much. Roman’s voice in her head scoffed.

“Why not? Offing Little Red can’t be all you wanted…”

It wasn’t; she knew that too. There was still something she was missing. Ruby was gone, finally, after falling into another world instead of falling to their mutual deaths like Neo had thought when Cinder—

Oh. Neo’s eyes shot open with the realization. So that’s what’s missing.

“…Right?”

It was right in front of her—literally, hanging on the wall, directly in her line of sight. When she’d built the empty mockery of her childhood prison, she’d intended to create a single room inside, empty except for the table where her illusions would sit with their tea, but her Semblance had added five wall paintings without her knowledge. She hadn’t thought too much about them; just another detail, she’d thought, but oh, she really should have known better. Her Semblance seemed to have a mind of its own sometimes, and it was easy to forget that it was all from her own mind, whether she was consciously aware of it or not.

The first painting was miserable, and she hated it. She hated remembering Trivia, and her parents, and how they’d locked her away, and stifled her in every way except pushing her to use a voice she didn’t have. The second was slightly less so—it was before she left her old name behind, but after she’d started to come into herself. It was distancing herself from her parents, having fun, and starting to become Neopolitan instead of Trivia. The third picture was the largest, and for good reason. It was of her as herself, as Neo, with Roman. Her parents were dead and she was starting a life for herself with her friend and partner. It was the best time of her life, without question. On its other side, though, was the fourth picture. After she’d finally made it back to the ground, and rushed to the wrecked airship, and found all she could of Roman. It was the moment that started the next part of her life: her mission for justice, for revenge, to make someone pay for taking everything away from her. She’d gotten rid of Ruby, and Ruby was responsible for Roman’s death no matter what she said—she was on the airship before it crashed, of course it was her fault, it had to be—so that was over now.

And then there was the last picture.

Neo had given it a cursory look when she’d noticed it. She’d eyed the familiar throne, and Cinder standing there, and herself unarmed, and shrugged it off as nothing important. But of course it was important. Her Semblance was good at dragging things from her subconscious out into the world and forcing her to face them.

That picture was what was supposed to come next.

Neo and Cinder’s alliance had been built on two facts: that both of them wanted Ruby Rose dead, and that Cinder was unable to kill her herself. Neo would be lying if she hadn’t found herself preening a bit at the idea that she could do something the domineering woman wanted to but couldn’t. In Vale, Cinder had delegated work, but it was always just work—if she wanted to do something, she did it, and gods help anyone who got in her way. But now here was something Cinder desired so deeply yet couldn’t do anything about on her own, and she’d needed Neo to fulfill that desire for her. Cinder had needed her, when Cinder hadn’t needed anyone in Vale. It was deeply satisfying.

And no matter how insufferable Cinder could get, the two of them worked well together. Cinder was perceptive enough that Neo could communicate with her more easily than she’d been able to with anyone except Roman, and they quickly came to a mutual respect and understanding. It was tense at times, but the fact that they managed to sleep in the same room spoke volumes about the trust they’d managed to scrounge up between them.

Salem…changed things. Neo much preferred it before the Grimm witch showed up, when Cinder was bossy and stubborn but would at least give Neo credit where it was due. It was oddly unnerving to watch Cinder show such deference and obedience to someone, too. Not to mention that they were inside a giant Grimm whale. Neo had to admit, she’d grown increasingly frustrated with Cinder while Salem was a more direct influence, and that was the main reason she’d finally decided to just take the stupid lamp and force Cinder to remember that she’d made a deal of mutual benefit with Neo, and she had yet to hold up her end of their bargain. Neo got her to Atlas and got her the lamp, but Cinder hadn’t given her the chance she needed to kill Ruby. They were supposed to be partners in their deal, but Cinder was taking more and more control, and Neo just wanted to get back to where they were supposed to be.

After Neo killed Ruby, Cinder would have had no choice but to acknowledge her as an equal. She would have owed Neo respect for doing the one thing she wanted to but couldn’t even attempt. The skewed power dynamic would be set right, and their partnership would go back to being a partnership instead of the superior-subordinate relationship Cinder had been trying to turn it into ever since they’d met Salem. Neo thought that would happen, and she’d wanted it to happen, and she hadn’t even realized how much she’d wanted it until now, staring at that damned painting as it mocked her with what was supposed to come next.

It was supposed to be Cinder offering Neo that place of respect beside her. It was supposed to be Cinder showing more loyalty to Neo than to Salem, who reminded Neo too much of the parents who tried to turn her into what they wanted instead of letting her be herself. It was supposed to be Cinder and Neo together, doing whatever they wanted, like when she was with Roman. They should have been partners after Ruby died.

Neo wanted to go up to Cinder and tell her with just a grin and a wink that Ruby Rose was gone, knowing Cinder would understand exactly what she was saying without the need for a typed-out message. Neo wanted to watch the delight glow in Cinder’s remaining eye and the satisfaction in her smirk, and she wanted the Maiden to praise her for a job well done, like she’d done in Vale, back before Ruby took so much from the both of them. Neo wanted Cinder to accept her as her partner, different than Roman but with the potential for just as much meaning. She wanted that picture. She wanted Cinder to offer her Salem’s throne, not to rule the world, but to be the person who mattered most to her; she wanted Cinder to be at her shoulder as an equal, neither of them offering deference to the other. Even down to the look in Cinder’s eye in that painting—a look she’d given Neo more than once, and that Neo had given her right back. So what if she wanted Cinder to be her partner in a few ways Roman hadn’t? She was mute, not blind. And with the eye she had left, Cinder had made it pretty clear that the attraction was mutual. Neo had even chosen to go with Cinder to the coldest place in the world in an outfit that showed more skin than her previous one, just to confirm the theory and reinforce Cinder’s interest.

The fifth picture, the one that showed so much, the one that showed Neo what she’d wanted to be the next part of her life, the one she was just now realizing she wanted so desperately…

It was out of her reach now.

Neo knew that was probably her own fault. “You should have never threatened me,” Cinder had said before she threw her into the void. Neo had miscalculated. She knew Cinder respected her, probably even liked her, but she hadn’t realized how easily that could be negated. And it probably had something to do with Cinder’s shitty little children leaving her—Mercury willingly leaving her under orders from Salem, and Emerald running away to join the very heroes who had taken Cinder’s arm and eye—making her actively wary of being betrayed again, but in the end, it was Neo’s choice to use the lamp to force Cinder to do what she’d promised or else face the wrath of Salem that had ruined the future she hadn’t even known she wanted. She couldn’t blame anyone but herself for losing what she could have had—what they could have had.

Neo knew there was a way back to Remnant, so she could get back to Cinder, but she also knew she wouldn’t be welcomed. Cinder wasn’t one to let go of a grudge—she was more likely to attack Neo on sight than to give her a chance to express any of what she was feeling. Killing Ruby wasn’t all Neo wanted—there was something else, too. There was someone she wanted. But she couldn’t have that anymore. There was nothing left for her to pursue. Even when she lost Roman, there was a goal she could chase after, but not anymore. She wasn’t hurting, and she wasn’t even numb. She was just…

Empty.

#fanfic #rwby #neopolitan #spicecream #cinder x neo #angst #hurt no comfort #character introspection #rwby v9e8 #tea amidst terrible trouble

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stories-me · 1 year

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Potential Character for Mrs. Kelsey and Tumblr 2/1/2023:

Airman Third Class Axel “The Unstoppable” Higgs, Wulfenbach Hero and Secret Jagergeneral:

Appearance: (See above).

Background:

Airman Third Class Axel Higgs was a bosun aboard the airship “Rozen Maiden” as it carried Baron Klaus Wulfenbach to safety after the battle at Sturmhalten. When the ship was hit by cannon fire and the rest of the crew were eaten by monsters, Higgs dragged the Baron and the murderous pirate who served the Baron, Bangladesh “Bang” DuPree into a launch and escaped, all while being repeatedly attacked by a delirious DuPree. When the launch crashed into a pond, Higgs had his arm broken by an angry goose. That was the least of his concerns, as he was also being shot at by nearby troops. They apologized once they realized who he was and who was in his care, and arranged for transport to Mehanicsburg.

Having earned some downtime after his rescue of the Baron, Higgs ended up at Mamma Gkika’s (a bar frequented by Jagermonsters and run by a Jagergeneral), where he got into a lovely bar fight next to Zeetha, Daughter of Chump (a warrior princess far from home and one of the allies of Agatha Heterodyne). He also bumped into Gilgamesh “Gil” Wulfenbach (Baron Wulfenbach’s only son), who pulled rank to press Higgs into their expedition into the psychotic and sentient Castle Heterodyne. Higgs protected Agatha Heterodyne and Gil from a dangerous clank (read: “robot”) – which he took down with one hit. Most assumed it was perfectly normal, as it was an old clank that had seen lots of wear and was probably full of sprocket weevils.

His first genuinely challenging fight came after Zola Anya Talinka Venia Zeblikya Malfeazium (who, at the time, was pretending to be the Lady Heterodyne for the “Storm King Conspiracy”) drank some Moveit #11 (a potion that enhances speed). She stabbed Zeetha nearly to death with her own swords and inflicted a LOT of damage on Higgs. With Gil’s permission, Higgs left the castle and took Zeetha to Mamma Gkika’s for healing. After that, he fought to defend Mechanicsburg along with Zeetha, and the two realized that they were attracted to each other. They were out of the city when the Baron’s time bomb (and by “time bomb” I mean a bomb that created a literal bubble of stopped time) went off.

Over the next two and a half years, Higgs remained Gil’s right hand man, a position that left him little time for interludes with Zeetha until they both reached England around the same time.

Most people assume Higgs was just a particularly lucky and resilient crewman. However, he keeps much of his past hidden, and there is a LOT of it to hide. Higgs is not only a Jager, but part of the very first batch; he is the “missing” seventh Jagergeneral.

Those who survive the Jagerdraught begin to mutate. Fangs, a tail, scales, horns if one is lucky – these are to be expected, but even after hundreds of years, Higgs’ appearance hasn’t changed at all. He has the strength and resilience of Jagerhood, but none of the physical marks. He considers this horribly disappointing, not to mention embarrassing, like a human adult who perpetually looks like a small child. When it comes down to it, the other Jagermonsters respect him and his rank as a general, but will often treat him like a goofy kid brother unless things are very serious.

Because of his looks and unusual advantages, Higgs has become the Heterodyne family’s spymaster. Over the centuries, in this capacity, Higgs has joined the ranks of hundreds of different armies. Joining the Baron’s armed forces was just another job. This position unexpectedly transitioned into working for Gil directly, and it worked just as well for his purposes, as – theoretically at least – it put him closer to Agatha.

Normally, of course, he would have made himself known to the Heterodyne immediately. Unfortunately, Agatha was carrying the mind of the sinister Lucrezia “The Other” Mongfish-nee-Heterodyne, and the Jagers HATE Lucrezia. They knew that secrecy is their best defense against her, and Higgs has so far kept quiet.

Personality:

Higgs is a stoic individual despite his Jager nature. This is probably a result of his long, long life, during which he has seen many friends come and go. He rarely shows much emotion or draws any attention to himself. The one exception is Zeetha; the only time he has displayed worry or anger in the story is when she was badly injured.

Higgs is a Jager. Stronger. Tougher. However, he LOOKS perfectly human. From the perspective of a roleplaying game, this means he doesn’t have the disadvantages given in the Jager template. He also has average intelligence; he maintained his wits during the conversion. He still retains all the advantages (except for Claws – a pity, that)!

How he is like me:

We both are different from most people (he’s different from most humans in that he’s actually a Jager and he’s different from most Jagers in that he looks human, meanwhile, I’m different from a number of people due to my Autism, and there are Autistic people I’m not like due to my high-functioning Autism. Also, I have trouble socializing with my peers due to the fact that they don’t always have similar interests, so I prefer to socialize with adults, who are willing to be flexible and listen to my fan fictions). Also, I sometimes feel like I don’t have much time to do things most of the week (due to me having to adjust to an extra half-hour of Inspire). Similarly, he has trouble spending time with Zeetha.

How he is NOT like me:

He’s quite stoic and calm under pressure. I am not, at times. Also, he tries to avoid drawing attention to himself. When I get frustrated, I sometimes draw attention to myself.

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the-noxxi · 2 years

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Where all chaos started

// This is just a fun story for my Asura character that I created a little AU for, don't mind the shitty grammar and errors, mostly wrote this past-midnight times, all tired, in the past few days... This is supposed to be the intro part to the whole story, but ended up being a bit longer than I expected so... 🤷‍♀️ For context, this is not in "our" Tyria, but a different version through the mists. //

It was quite a historical event in our world, unfortunately not the kind that people wish to remember. The first of our many disasters, and we didn’t even know it was just the beginning. Nobody knew…

About four hundred and sixty-three years ago, an exploring Krewe bumped into an apparent secret chamber in the depths of a new land to the far east. They, well, we thought that landmass was peculiar, especially after the exploring Krewe went radio silent. The Charr showed interest in the place as well, to avoid any possible confrontations they mutually agreed to work together with us. The Iron and Flame legion can be very handy together.

When everyone was prepared, as much one can prepare for the unknown, we set sails with about two dozen galleons. I wish we had airships that time, I can’t stand the sea. Unfortunately, I was among the Krewes that participated in the mission. The evening approached as we got closer to our destination. The darker it got the more we started to notice a strange… not sure how to describe. It was just a huge pillar of light?

I’m not exactly sure why, at the time, but it felt ominous to look at it. However the closer we ended up getting to it, it also seemed to slowly disappear from sight. That is when the galleon at the very front seemingly… crashed into a wall. A few were lost, but we managed to save the majority of the people on it and we quickly salvaged what we could. With a quick, but rather primitive way, we managed to figure that this new land had a massive shield projection around it.

This was very, very unusual. The exploring Krewe had no such tech with them to use, therefore at the time we thought about two probability. First, there are possibly other Asura on the land already who thought this Krewe was trying to invade or intrude this place. After further thoughts it didn’t make much sense. The second possibility we brought up was that there is simply another highly intelligent race living on this huge land and it was just a matter of time till they initiated some kind of defense against new intruders.

A Krewe on board was specialized in shield projections and similar tech. They examined the shield and its energy properties, and they realized it was nothing but an absolutely basic shield projector, but it was extremely boosted. Using a few golem cores, they managed to overload the shield, and just like brittle glass, it all shattered. We continued until we hit land finally and we set up our camps with extra defenses and caution, we couldn’t take any chances. Not after what happened.

Despite all of that, this place was beautiful. I don’t often state this about a location, but for once I just couldn’t say anything else. It truly was a magnificent place. I was on night watch with my krewe and a few Iron Legion soldiers when the mysterious pillar of light appeared and with it, the strange shield was all up once again as well. The light barely lasted a minute or so before it simply stopped once more, however the shield stayed up. We alerted the others, but nothing else seemed to follow up afterward, so most people went back to rest, and eventually so did I.

On the second day a couple of Krewes and Warbands along with us headed out to try to find and explore the supposed chamber. Unfortunately we had no exact directions, it could have been anywhere on the entire land. For obvious reasons, we first tried to determine where the strange pillar of light was coming from, some of us thought it would lead us to the place.

On our way to the mountain, the pillar of light shot up to the skies and once again some of us could feel this weird and ominous feeling. I could hear a low frequency sound as if the light was softly humming while we were closer to it. It made me feel anxious, it made me feel everything but good. Some of us gave up right on the spot and turned back, even the Charr were freaking out. I got the urge to do the same as they did, but I knew I had to continue. At this point I simply had to know what it was, what causes all of this? So many unanswered questions.

We marched to the mountain and some of us stayed at the base. My Krewe had scanning devices specialized for similar missions to detect magic or certain energies in or around an environment. Our tech was quite essential here. When we finally reached the top, we looked around and cautiously examined the place, but nothing unusual was found, well… except one thing. A fissure.

Almost all of us agreed that this fissure was where the pillar of light was coming through. However the fissure was not safe to approach. While the entire land we were on was flourishing from life, everything around the fissure was completely void of it. It was a dead zone, assumed deathly gasses were pouring out of the cracks as well, but some of our scanners also picked up strangely volatile magic.

A second team got back to us and they reported discovering some kind of ruins at the other side of the mountain down at its base. Since we had no luck atop, apart from the deadly fissure we found that a Krewe began studying for its gasses, the rest of us headed over to the ruins-like place. Once we arrived, the exploring Krewe found clues about the previous exploring Krewe that was assumedly lost. We found a few scraps of items that led us to this near-collapsed entrance.

It seemed like a narrow pathway, there were lanterns left to illuminate the way down to the depths. Unfortunately the Charr couldn’t fit so we were on our own to head down there. We found one of the members of the first Krewe, but they were long dead. We ventured further down until we reached a part where the whole cave system was branching out. While the initial entrance was very narrow and… small, the further we went into the larger the whole cave and pathway became.

Further down we followed the lanterns to find the possible remnants of the previous Krewe. We found another body laying around, they seemed to be dead for longer than a day, but no exact sign of what possibly killed them. Not much after, we bumped into a heavily reinforced door that was seemingly built by that Krewe. It was not a good sign for anyone. We found two of the previous Krewe members, both dead, then we walked into a reinforced door that was completely locked down via safety measures.

We took a small break to discuss our further actions, well our decision was clear, we wanted to enter, but we weren’t sure what to expect and how we should enter. We ended up disabling the built-in security system the door had, and as carefully one could possibly open that door, we… did so. What was behind was simply incredible. The entire place seemed like it was built by some unknown civilisation. Questions started to pour in when everything started to gently shake and the previous humming of the light was even more effective. I was frozen in fear, I felt like I was about to die there, as if death was inevitable at that very moment. Then it stopped again.

The place was a giant chamber with a lot of hallways and it also just straight away led to another main area that we entered. It was the source of the light, at least it seemed to be the case. The whole thing looked like a strange contraption floating in the middle of… nothing. It was as if everything was carved out around this device and it was slowly rotating around its own core. These aren’t exactly unusual sights, but the whole place? It made it look like we had never seen such before. It felt surreal. The whole core of the construct was simply so off and mysterious. It was simply crazy to look at it.

Who exactly built this? Was it even built? Where was it from? We knew it wasn’t Asura made, that was very obvious. We had so many questions and no answers to them yet. We found one of the previous Krewe’s members, she was alive, but very unresponsive to a lot of things. It seemed like she noticed us, she followed us with her gaze, but she never responded to anything, she didn’t talk or really move, her face was devoid of emotions as well.

There was another way to a different chamber, or rather, a different room with a door ajar. I nonchalantly walked there and entered and… there was another one of the lost Krewe members. He was afloat, in the air. I approached him slowly, it sounded like he was whispering in some cryptic language, I couldn’t understand a thing or a single sound. I didn’t dare to touch him, so I walked around him. He had a burnt face with scars all over it in a huge patch, parts of the scars were almost glowing, his eyes were… gone. I just didn’t know what was going on. I freaked out and left the room immediately. I don’t know if he was alive or what he was muttering at all.

I ran out and I felt like I’m getting sick. I wanted to throw up. I’ve seen things, but not the kind we saw there that day. We just found lifeless and possessed-like bodies of the lost Krewe and one single member of it who wasn’t even responsive to us. My Krewe set up our scanners we had, but nothing showed signs of anything we knew of. They were going haywire, but all the energy surrounding the place was unknown, out of place. It wasn’t arcane, it wasn’t elemental, it was genuinely closer to chaos by description, yet it wasn’t.

In another chamber others found a shield projector that the Krewe assumedly used. We connected the dots and quickly realized that this energy here is what boosted that simple shield generator to the point it was able to cover the whole landmass. Just as we were talking about it, the core of this… whole thing spun up and emitted a soft wave and began shooting up a beam of light. That there proved that it indeed was the source of the light and what came through that fissure at the top.

When the little energy wave happened one of the dead Krewe members began floating like the other one I encountered and it started whispering. It was not a good sign in any way and we were exposed to it as well, so we immediately left the place for now. We did not care, we ran and brought out the seemingly single survivor of that Krewe.Once we got out to the surface the Charr were still around, seemingly bored. We scanned ourselves, but we did not seem to absorb any of that energy, but the sole survivor was heavily exposed to it.

I don’t know what happened, or what the Krewe atop the mountain might have done, but there was an explosion within the mountain. A small earthquake happened for a moment. Then the pillar of light appeared once again, but now everything began to shake all around once again. The ground started to crack and both the weird light was coming through the cracks and strange flames were appearing between them. It looked like glass cracking very slowly, coming from the middle, from the mountain.

We grabbed all we had and began to run. The cracks were spreading like fire, everything got illuminated by the lights it had. The whole land was shaking, the pillar of light was pulsing continuously. Then suddenly the light went out and all the cracks started to… reverse? I wasn’t paying much attention to it, but in a glimpse among the chaos, it seemed like someone just reversed time and the cracks closed up.

I felt some relief in my panic, but then I once again felt like I could throw up and I stopped. I looked behind only to witness what changed our entire world. The top of the mountain exploded, the cracks almost instantaneously reappeared rushing through the landscape. I… I simply froze down in fear, I couldn’t move, but stare only at what was happening. The late evening sky just turned bright and somewhat green. I stared in disbelief as the cracks rushed beside me, opening up the ground.

I dropped everything I had, my arms went limp, my legs were shaking. For whatever reason, the whole event made me feel like it is the end of it all. One of the Charr ran back and grabbed me, picking me up and threw me onto her shoulder like a dead lifeless body. I just kept staring at that chaos that was erupting… literally. Then everything went black.

I opened my eyes and I was in the medical tent, I remember I had a very harsh headache and I felt dizzy. I got up and off the bed, but there was nobody inside. I walked out of the tent and… everyone was dead. But someone or something grabbed my hand, I looked behind and it was… it was that Krewe member I encountered with the burnt face. He was talking to me with that deep cracked voice, it was hard to understand. I was panicking, I wanted to jump away, at least I tried to, but he was holding me down.

“The world you know has begun to collapse. Worlds you have never known collided into each other. The death of one is the life of another. One is burdened by the consequences of actions made by the other.”

It was the only thing I remember as it stared at me. I had no idea what it was talking about, but I wanted to let go of it. But those sentences, those words, were burnt into my mind. I started to scream in fear as it started to pull on my arm. Then I felt a sharp slap on my face and everything went black again for a moment. Then I woke up, for real this time, in the medical tent. Apparently I was screaming when one of them grabbed my arm to check my vital signs and run a check-up on me. I was panting and sweating, I felt sick.

I asked how the others were doing and what happened after the explosion, but… everyone around me looked at me all dumbfounded and they told me nothing exploded, nobody knew of any explosion. I was told I fell unconscious when I encountered the scarred Krewe member. I felt very anxious all of a sudden. Everything from that point was just… a dream? A nightmare? When did I truly faint? The most frightening thoughts of losing reality hit me.

That was when my Krewe mate embraced me from behind. She was always gentle with me, a close friend who I could always trust. I simply asked, “Am I still dreaming?” which is when she just pinched my cheeks and I felt that sharp pain on my face. I was sure it was now all real. But everything before was so real to me.

I didn’t feel good about the whole situation, so I tried to warn the mission leader that the place is dangerous. The whole place felt like a ticking bomb, I just felt it in my body. The mission lead didn’t care much however, they will not retreat just because of some “hallucinations” I had. That very moment was irony itself. The whole land began to shake under our feet. I ran out of the command post, all of us just tried to comprehend what was going on. It was almost the same feeling that I had in my nightmare.

I yelled at them that we needed to pack up and leave immediately, but it was too late. The mountain began to erupt the same exact way I had dreamed. Like glass shattering, cracks running through the land as far one could see. It started to rain, the wind became chaotic and strong. The pillar of light shot up to the sky, pulsing and radiating brightly against the dark. It began pulsing more and more frequently. As I told, it felt like a ticking bomb, and so it was.

Moments later the top of the mountain shattered and exploded upward, but nothing fell back onto the ground. Everything that got blasted upwards was stuck afloat in the air. The pillar of light remained, pulsing from time to time. Fortunately, other than the quaking and the cracks in the ground wrecking our tents, stations and some of our equipment, nobody got injured.

The whole place looked like a disaster. This event shook the whole world, yet at that time we didn’t expect much. We took it as a local catastrophe, but it was far more than that. I couldn’t get what that vision told me out of my head. That very evening, I knew it was just the beginning of something far worse to come.

Unfortunately, I was right. Within less than a day afterward, strange disasters struck the world at random places. Reports day to day of disasters happening somewhere entirely randomly. earthquakes, storms, flooding, extreme weather, fire storms, ruptures appearing, underground labs collapsing, sinkholes under towns and villages. Some of the many disasters.

That place… that cursed place, where all chaos started. Did we trigger it, or was it all inevitable? I had to learn more, I wanted to know more. I left my Krewe to pursue knowledge that was beyond me. One of my mates quit as well and stayed with me to help me. I appreciated the help, but I tried to exclude her from danger.

I had to know what that vision meant, what happened, what that energy is and what can I do to reverse it all. I have to save my home.

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miracleweaponhunt · 5 months

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Miracle Weapon Hunt Chapter 20: Old Invasions, New Invasions

The dock was the top level of Inariu, being a simple black platform That contained ships as well as the building Ola worked in. Underneath it was the main housing level, and below that was the working level, where the weapon was being held. Julian ran to the level below to get the bear while the girls went to get Ola. Adebayo went to get Samuel.

The girls knocked on the door of Ola’s office, and she wasn’t in it. Cassandra quickly ran around the perimeter of the building, and it didn’t seem to be tampered with.

“I think Ola’s fine, anyway. Let’s check the weapons testing facility.”

On the next level, Julian and Adebayo met up with four robed figures in front of them. The two of them were towering over the two heroes, while one was brandishing a sharpened knife. The other one ran towards them, slamming the nails on his right hand against his left palm, and a trail of smoke quickly leaked out of his hands. He sent it flying forward toward the two men, both being left blinded in the cloud. The one with the knife leapt into the cloud. Julian saw a flash of steel through the haze, getting pushed back by Adebayo before anything could happen.

“Quick, take what I’m holding.”

Julian took a set of keys out of his hand, before feeling himself be picked up. The world came back into view as he was flung out of the cloud, narrowly landing on his feet. Once he regained his composure, he heard a loud bang behind him. One that sounded all too familiar. He tried to recall the memory of when he first heard that, only for another bullet to barely miss him as he looked towards the smoke.

It was a gun, and it was aiming for him.

He ran, trying his best not to panic. It was a gun, trying to kill him. Just like when the legion tried to during their first invasion.

The gunman walked out of the smoke cloud, reloading their weapon. Julian ran, and the gunman gave chase, firing more shots as they did. Julian put all the force into his legs as he could, trying his best to run in erratic patterns to avoid getting killed. But as he approached the row of apartments in front of him, thoughts flashed into his mind.

Old memories flooded back into his head.

Of the housing ship near Ropear fifteen years ago, when the New Legion first invaded.

It was so sudden. Him and another boy were playing outside after Julian got into an argument with his parents. While he was sulking over whatever happened, what looked like a fleet of merchant ships descended over the housing ship, but the people inside them weren’t ready to sell. They killed as many people as they could, starting with the adults. The two boys just started running, running back to his house. They could figure something out then with their parents. The distress signal blared into their ears. The local hero group had to have been gearing up to fight and neighbouring airships would be coming in to help. But when Julian got to his house, it was already burning down. A burly looking figure in a white tank top and baggy jeans was in front of it, holding a metallic object in his hand. He looked towards the two boys, pointing the object towards them.

“This your house, then?” He asked, taking the cigarette out of his mouth.

Julian didn’t respond. His parents were still in there, so he needed to get them out. He ran up to the house, and the man casually kicked him away. Julian got back up to punch the man, and the man responded by throwing him into a tree. Julian tried breaking his fall by stretching his arms in front of it, but he only ended up crushing his left arm in front of his chest. The man watched the child limp over to him while clutching his arm.

“Well kid, you’ve got guts. But it seems you’re broken, so I gotta say goodbye.”

Without another word, he fired the object at him, and he was knocked out. When he came to, he was on another ship missing both his friend and his eye. Only a handful of people survived, but he was then asked to enter the new ‘Miracle Scouting Program.’ And that’s how he ended up on that ship.

But the only thing standing between the gunman and the housing was him. He spun around to face the figure, moving his hair away to reveal his glass eye. The gunman fired another shot which Julian could only dodge by jumping to the floor, quickly scrambling back up to keep himself moving. But Julian noticed that either guns were less accurate than he thought, or that this guy was just extremely bad at it. The gunman fired another shot, and Julian noticed his arm quickly shudder as he tried to force the arm back into place. They were clearly inexperienced with the weapon. So as they tried to control the recoil, Julian ran in their direction and jumped in the air, grabbing the gunman by his shoulders and headbutting him as hard as he could. As Julian let go, he felt a wave of heat shoot out of his face. The robed figure let out a scream and clutched their face. They removed their hood, and they looked like they had a bad sunburn on their face. Julian gave them a right hook to their face while they were distracted, and the fight was over. He quickly picked up the gun and threw it over the edge of the ship.

Adebayo quickly ran up to meet him, and Julian looked over at the unconscious foe behind him.

“You good?” Julian asked.

“Yep. Surprisingly easy to take out.” Adebayo nodded casually. “Whatever, we need to get the other two.” Adebayo took out an old brick of a phone from his jacket pocket and dialled Samuel as they ran to the apartment. Julian unlocked the door while Adebayo explained the situation to Samuel, who bolted out of the door as soon as Julian unlocked it.

“Okay, got the news!” Samuel yelled out as he passed the two. “I’m scoping the place out, you and Dakarai get the bear ready!”

As Samuel ran as fast as he could through the apartments, he heard a woman scream from the east side, opposite where Julian and Adebayo entered.

“Cover me!” Was all he yelled before rushing in to meet the New Legion members. About four of them, all covering their faces like cowards. One of them rushed towards him and threw an incredibly predictable punch. Samuel ducked, jamming an extended palm into their shoulder. The arm it was attached to drooped down. Allowing Samuel to jump up and deliver a kick to his head, knocking him out instantly. Without a moments hesitation, he ran up to the others, kicking the gun one of them was holding before they could even react, knocking them down with his hands now in his pockets, realizing just how pathetic they were. He quickly kicked the other two unconscious. The last one even took two kicks as he was escaping. Very impressive. The woman who noticed them ran away, giving Samuel a wave goodbye as she did.

The weapons testing facility looked normal as Cassandra and Roxanne went inside. The greave was where it was supposed to be, with nothing in the room indicating anything was messed with. The only thing out of the ordinary was the lack of security.

“So someone has to show up here, right?” Roxanne whispered, looking around for anything out of the ordinary.

“I’m guessing they want the weapon, so they’ll be here eventually. Look for something, I’m telling the others we’re here.”

Cassandra got out her phone, crouching down to send a message to Julian. Suddenly, she felt her hair move in a breeze. She shot up to see what the commotion was, jumping back when the security alarm started blaring.

“Cassandra, over there!”

Cassandra quickly looked towards the entrance where a figure was casually standing with their hands in their pockets. She looked towards the pedestal holding the greave, and a pale girl wearing a bright pink bomber jacket and neon green skirt was standing on it. Cassandra immediately went in for the kill, and the girl silently threw the greave towards the figure. When Cassandra hit the girl with the axe, she gave an outrageously pained expression as she split into two, disintegrating into a pile of coloured dust a second later. The dust quickly went back into the figure, who finally decided to step into the room. She looked the exact same as the girl who was just on the pedestal, resting the greave on the palm of her hand with a smile on her face. She had a bright pink bob cut the same colour as her jacket, with two small purple heart tattoos under the corners of both her eyes.

“Hey there, how’s it going?” She asked politely, playfully tossing the greave in her hand.

“Who are you?” Roxanne asked.

“Hey now, I don’t like that tone.” The girl replied, squinting at her. “Besides, I’m…pretty sure I’m not actually allowed to give you guys my name. At least not you. The redhead over there is kind of a maybe.”

“Just tell me your number and get this over with.” Cassandra said, pointing the axe at her face.

“Aw, you figured it out.” She said with a pout. “But aaaanywayyyy, name’s Serafina, and I’m ranked number eight! How’s that for introductions?”

Cassandra responded with an axe swing. Serafina threw the greave behind her as she readied her swing, looking mildly scared as the axe approached. She quickly turned to dust once the cut was made.

“Well, I guess I gotta be more careful next time.”

Cassandra looked behind her, and Serafina was holding a dagger to Roxanne’s throat, spinning another dagger in her index finger thanks to a hole in the handle.

“No marks anyway, it seems. That’s good.” Serafina whispered.

“What are you doing?” Cassandra asked.

“Your friend here isn’t a fighter, is she? Also has a broken leg, I think?”

Cassandra thrust the tip of her axe towards Serafina.

“The lightning will just track you. Let her go.” This was a lie, but she was hoping the New Legion didn’t have anything to prove it wrong.

“Wait, for real?” Serafina asked, putting the daggers in her pocket and slowly backing away. “Okay, okay. Let’s not get too hasty. I’m not even here to kill anyone.”

“Excuse me?!” Roxanne yelled, panting for life while grasping her neck.

“Well, not now anyway. My main thing for now is simply…buying…time.”

A quick knock was heard on the wall opposite the entrance. Before Roxanne could do anything, metal shards were flying towards her. Luckily nothing hit her in any major ways.

“Heyyyy, it’s my buddies!” Serafina announced, spreading her arms to greet the people who made the hole in the wall.

Cassandra turned to meet them, and it was about a dozen robed figures. They all had roughly the same body shapes as in the church. Definitely the same people. The only thing that changed was the new person. Decked out in robes like the rest of them, only they had a sleeve rolled up revealing a metallic arm.

“No, wait.” Cassandra whispered, staring at the girl. “Chizoba?!”

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Angel of Paradis

Pairing: Levi Ackerman x Reader

Warnings: Spoilers from Season 4. Mentions of gun violence, blood, death

A/N: Now I know EP8 is only the beginning of the end but goddamn it hurts!! I love potato girl and losing her just tore me to bits. So here, take this. Its my way of coping I guess..

Levi is pissed off. From the start, he disliked the plan but it wasn't like Eren gave you all much of a choice. So the moment the kid got on the airship, he was welcomed with one of the captain's infamous kicks. The cockpit wall quakes with the impact and Hange sighs, shooting you a look. "I think you need to get out there and make sure Levi doesn't kill Eren, Y/n." She says exasperatedly and you nod, rising from your seat next to Onyankopon.

"I'll be right back." You say and she flashes you a knowing grin, shaking her head slightly. Even the commander knows you're the only one who could reign in the Levi Ackerman.

You see Levi on the corner glaring at Eren as he was being tied up. You sigh heavily, seeing Eren steaming as he heals. Jaw probably unhinged from the captain's kick. You sat beside him on the bench and pulled out a handkerchief, wiping his face clean from dirt and blood.

"Y/n-san." He greets you monotonously and you gave him a kind smile. "Hey, kid." You greet back, tucking loose strands of his now long hair behind his ear.

Your heart aches at the sight. He used to have so much fire, had the same will to fight for humanity that you only ever saw in your mentor, Erwin. Now all you see is ember of pure hatred and cold blooded need for revenge. "I'm glad you're okay." You murmur. Eren's blank stare softens for a second and a small smile hints the corner of his mouth. "Glad to see you too, Lieutenant." He says quietly and out of the corner of your eyes, you see Levi roll his eyes and make a disgruntled sound as he turns around.

You walk up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. Levi meets your gaze with his dull gray ones for a second and sighs, his expression softening too. At this you smile a little and say, "We still have a long battle to fight ahead of us, Captain. Things might not have gone smoothly, but we won today." You remind him and as if proving your point, right on the other side of the ship you hear the soldiers celebrate as they reunite.

"You're right." He agrees. Levi then takes a deep breath and grabs the hand you placed on his shoulder so he can bring it to his face. He turns his head and placed a chaste kiss on your palm. Your heart flutters at the gesture. It isn't grand but was still something you couldn't quite get used to. You two never declared your love for one another, never really had the luxury of time or chance to do so, but small acts like this was enough to let you know that your presence provided him the calm he sorely needs. And that was all you want. Be his peace in this war.

"I'm going to check if the rest of the squad made it back up." You tell him, grazing your thumb on his lower lip and he reluctantly lets you go. "Be back as soon as you can. Meeting will start as soon as this fucking monkey heals enough." He says, cold glare flashing at the other Jaeger who is a pile of steam still laying on the ground. "Okay, I'll just check on Lima's squad. They're the last ones to be picked up supposedly." Levi nods again and watches you leave before turning to talk to Yelena.

You smile past Floch and the other soldiers who are weeping, hugging and making their tributes for those whom had fallen in battle. You then saw three of the soldiers you've grown close with through the years. They were huddled in the corner, sharing a hug.

You hear Jean say in protest, "Dont hug people with that lump ass iron gear on.", while shrugging off Connie's arm. You chuckle at this and tackled him back to the embrace. "Shut the hell up, Jean. I would take Connie's armored hugs any day!" To which the trio whines out, " Lieutenant Y/l/n!!" when you squished them tight.

Although the new gear designed by Hange was in deed not made for hugging, you four relaxed in the uncomfortable embrace. Grounded by the fact that you all made it safe despite the battle you had just gone through. Connie and Sasha smile up at you while Jean tries to still look annoyed, although the softness in his eyes says otherwise.

The soldiers left below start coming in and the cheering just grows even louder. You didn't have the heart to stop them because you yourself are quite happy that today was a success despite some casualties. Now, you have the War Hammer titan as well and were able to destroy the fleet. Now, the Eldians' chance stands higher against this damn war.

"Did you hear that just now?"

Sasha asks out of the blue and you turn to her in wonder. Honestly you couldn't hear anything but the soldiers celebrating. But out of the lot of you, you know Sasha's sense of hearing is far superior than all of you combined. So you take a step back from the crowd and actually looked around.

"Hey, quiet down!!"Jean yells over the chanting but Floch shouts, "Make some noise! Victory!!!" And was echoed by the rest as they embraced and pumped their fists in the air.

"Hey!" Jean tries again only to be pulled by Connie to the side to ask, "Isn't Lobov-san still out there?"

"No, I think he came aboard." Jean says thoughtfully and this was when something didn't sit quite right with you. Commander Lobov is a man that is hard to miss. And with his dedication to this mission to make up for his years being a useless garrison, he would be amongst the soldiers cheering the loudest for the said victory.

Your instincts has never failed you before and its the very reason why you are so good at your job and able to survive this long. But sometimes, you wish that your instincts aren't always right because you always perceive danger. And right now, every fiber of your being is telling you something is fucking wrong.

That if you were to look out the airship right now, you'll probably see the commander lifeless.

Or worse, an enemy may have made its way up to the ship.

Your blood runs cold for a split second before you acted purely out of instinct. You shove Sasha to the side, dreading as you head for the airship's side door and at the exact moment.. someone aboards.

Your gaze met the kid's muddy brown ones. It was determined, filled with fury and you saw that there isn't any trace of hesitation as her finger pulls the trigger. You knew you didn't stand a chance judging by look on her face and her sure aim on your torso. The word of warning you want to let out was caught in your throat as she fires.

You remember seeing those crazed brown eyes and then the ceiling of the airship the next. The sensation of what can only be compared to fire piercing your skin spreads through your chest and insides like molten metal. You hear the indistinct noise of the soldiers' voices grow louder yet muffled at the same time around you.

From happy cheers to manic, hysterical screaming.

You couldn't catch your breath at first and you aren't sure from which. Was it from falling flat on your back? Or was it the searing pain that made tears leak from your eyes?

And then above the chaos, you hear your three closest comrades call your name in unison.

"Lieutenant Y/n, hey!!!" Connie's frantic voice shrill through the limited space of the ship. "Hang in there, hey!" You feel him rattle you, placing his rough calloused hand against your cheek. Jean's panic stricken face comes to your field of vision and you whimper, "A kid." You gasp. "In the airship."

"Bandages! Now! We need to stop the bleeding!" Jean commands shakily and the rest of the soldiers that aren't capturing the two intruders scramble to get the med kit and the captain.

"Y/n-san, please hold on until we make it to the island!!" Connie pleads but hopelessness crawls his veins as he sees your blood flood the wooden floors.

"Keep him safe." You whisper out to nobody. The captain in mind. Your eye lids grow heavy but you didn't want to close them. No. You can't die. You promised him.

"Don't you dare die on me, Y/l/n." His voice echoes in your mind, compelling you to keep breathing despite how excruciating it feels.

Sasha who was frozen at first, snapped out of her shock as she hears Connie's voice call your name out of sheer panic when your eyes fall close. She then runs to meet the soldier carrying the bandages and was at your side in an instant. With trembling hands, Sasha tries with all her might to wrap you up and stop the bleeding.

"No, no, no, no!!" She starts sobbing while watching the bandage turn red, your gushing blood seeping through no matter how tight she puts the wrap around you. "Y/n-san, no, you can't leave us like this." Sasha hiccups, wiping her tears hastily before grabbing your now cold clammy hand and pressing it to her face. "Please!" She cries, eyes falling close.

If you hadn't pushed her, if you didn't step in her place, it would have been her that got shot. Guilt rakes through her as she watches you desperately fight for your life.

You can feel yourself drifting and you felt helpless. You then meet Sasha's, Jean's and then Connie's gaze, muttering with your remaining strength, "Protect him." And it was no request but an order.

Jean stumbles away, his hands going over his ears, unable to stand your labored breaths and Connie and Sasha's whimpering. Jean felt like hurling when Floch turned the kids to him. The other responsible for you being on the brink of death.

But to those two kids, they are the enemies who wreck havoc to their hometown. Floch wanted to kill them and throw them out but what good would that do? Would taking their lives save yours? And knowing you, who practically treat soldiers like them like your kids even though you were just a few years older than them, you would be disappointed in him at the mere thought of hurting these kids.

Jean can almost hear your angelic voice, "They're just children." You would say. So with a vexed expression and heavy turmoil growing within him, he ties them up and led them to where the captain and commander are.

Jean swallows hard when the captain's cold gaze met his and asks, "Who are these kids?"

By the looks of it, he still does not know.

"They killed Lobov-san and used his gear to come aboard." A lump forms in his throat, suddenly can no longer meet the captain's gaze. "A-and this one here, she.. shot Lieutenant Y/l/n."

Levi's eyes widen. Did he just hear Jean correctly? You? Shot? You were with him just minutes ago. No, how is that possible?-

"Captain, I-I don't think she'll make it." He continues, voice faltering. The grievance in Jean's face make Levi's blood run cold. He stumbles forward a bit as Armin and Mikasa run past him but he seemed frozen in his tracks.

No.

You got hurt but you'll pull through this. You always have. You promised him. And you are one of the toughest people he knows.

Levi tries to convince himself as he glared back at Zeke. He tries to distract himself from the cold fear of losing you with the blinding rage he feels for the Beast Titan wielder. But then, the door swings open again and Levi felt something terribly wrong right away.

And when Connie appears with tears sliding down his face and says,

"Y/n-san.. is dead."

Levi's entire world shifts.

Everyone was shellshocked for a moment. Because how could you be gone just like that? When you were just with them just minutes ago providing comfort to all of them? Passing by and giving them a wave of peace and calmness like the angel that you are.

Hange wobbles, her knees growing weak and its as if someone had punched her in the chest. The pain reminiscent as the day she watched Moblit vanish before her eyes. You were her right hand woman. Her confidant.

Eren's head hung in disbelief. His mind clouded by your kind smile just earlier and telling him you're actually glad to see him. Him. The monster who had just devastated a whole town and killed probably thousands of people. He thought that by now, he'd have gotten used to losing the people around him but losing you is gutting him. Its was like losing family. A sister.

"Connie.. did Y/n-san have any last words?" He asks mindlessly, wanting to know what your last thoughts were. Connie blinks through his tears and his eyes drifts to the captain, whose face was undreadable and knuckles threatening to split open at how tightly his balled fists are clenched.

"She said.. 'Protect him.'" Connie mutters and Levi's facade breaks.

The mob of weeping soldiers parted as the captain staggers to the back of the ship where you lay. Armin and Mikasa were still curled up beside you, their faces red and puffy from wailing. Both of them reluctantly stood up and stepped away as he walks closer. His gaze was still trained on the ground as he puts one foot in front of the other.

He shudders and stop midstep as his foot steps on the crimson stained wood. Before he knows it, he falls on his knees with a thud. Your pale hand comes into his field of vision and he takes a deep shakey breath as he reaches for it. His eyes darts everywhere but your face. The bandage on your middle, the boots on your feet that he had his fair share of shinning as his token of appreciation for you making his morning teas, the emblem of the Wings of Freedom embedded on your breast plate.

Your hand felt cold and stiff against his. A stark contast of the warmth it exuded on his cheek just moments ago.

"Y/n?" He croaks.

Suddenly his breathing shallows as the deafening silence stretches on. He can still smell you but can no longer feel you although you're right fucking there. Levi wanted this to some fucked up nightmare. But then, as he steels his nerves and finally looked at your face, his heart shatters.

Your hair is uncharacteristically dishevelled, e/c eyes lifeless, pupils middilated and your mouth parted ever so slightly.

Levi pulls you in his arms frantically, plethora of would have been and should have been anchoring his heart into a sea of regret.

He should have never let you out the damn door.

He should have held you tighter.

He should have you talked to you longer.

He should have told you.. he loves you.

He never even got to tell you.

Levi's face crumples, face reddening before a resentful yell erupts from him. The soldiers wince at the sound. It was pure agony and it pierces through each and everyone of them, bringing the lot of them back to tears if they ever stopped in the first place.

The entire flight back to Paradis, Levi held you the way he wished he did while you were still with him.

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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Jealousy (Connie x Reader)

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Pairing: Connie x Reader

Summary: You take Sasha’s place.

Content Warnings: Implied aot ending spoilers, smut, angst, character death (reader), some fluff, romantic sex, slight cockwarming, drugs / alcohol

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: This hurt me to write so I hope it hurts to read. Thank you so much to @dande-lion and @eremiie who beta-read this and gave me so many suggestions because I didn’t like the way I worded it. I would not have been able to be happy with this without you, ILYSM

For @mikaberries collab! Thanks for letting me participate!

Connie’d never loved like this before. He can’t recall a single time in his life that he’s felt so truly connected to someone, so deeply ingrained in someone else’s being that he doesn’t know who he’d be without them.

Connie had you wrapped in his body, dick buried in you so deep and legs intertwined so gently. His delicate fingers sunk into your skin as one wrapped around your waist, the other around your head. There was nothing rough about tonight, nothing exemplary or particularly outstanding except for the fact that he was hopelessly in love with you.

Connie was infatuated with you. He couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t feel enough of your skin against his as he fucked himself up into you with steady flicks of his hips. You felt so good around him, hips grinding to meet his with gentle moans. He wishes he could have this moment forever, wrap it up and keep it in his pocket so he can feel it whenever he needs to. The way your gummy walls hugged him or how you breathed in low and deep sighs with each of his thrusts.

“So beautiful…” He exhaled against your skin, pulling back to take the hand from your head and run his thumb along the plump skin of your cheek.

You gave him a lazy smile, eyebrows furrowed together in focus and pleasure as he leaned in to kiss you. It was delicate at first, pumping into you slowly, keeping up his sluggish pace. Connie was taking you in, appreciating the feel of your lips on his and the way you tasted like sweat and sex and something akin to cinnamon.

Connie wasn’t working towards a goal, arm wrapped lazily around your body, sticky with sweat while he admired your feel.That was the best way to put it— he was simply letting you both admire each other’s feeling, whispering sweet nothings, he just wanted to love you. So he fucked into you languidly, mind clouded over and head spinning.

He could remember clearly every moment like this he’d had with you and he was about to lock away this one with the first time he saw you, your first kiss, your first time. He doesn’t know why this moment in particular strikes him so deeply, but the way you look and your cunt fluttering around him has his heart swelling with love and pride.

You’re his.

There was nothing to be discontent with, no doubt seeded in his heart about another man, no jealousy bubbling in his gut. You were only his and he knew it, he could feel it in the desperate little sighs of his name as you came closer to your high, heat building in your stomach as the candle beside the bed dimmed as it burned through its wick.

The two of you had been like this for hours, Connie unwilling to let you go until he’d felt you come undone around him so much that he’s all you think about— you’re all he thinks about. He was already all you thought about though, already taking up the most space in your mind even when you weren’t creaming around him. Still, you couldn’t complain, so wrapped in his smell and feel that you let him keep rutting his hips into you, arms looped around his body and fingers digging into the muscles of his back.

But it’s true, Connie’s love for you was incredible and you felt it with every stroke of his big hand against you, in the way your skin buzzed as if it were whispering its own sweet words between his. Words of praise whispered over the pillow, lips brushing past each other’s ear to mumble quiet “I love you’s” that rattle through each other's bodies like coins down a well.

When you finally came undone in a steady rise, like water bubbling delicately over the edge of a too-full container, you whimpered, teeth sinking into the muscle of his shoulder. Your legs trembled as he held you tightly, slowing his movements and letting you bury your face into him, looking for anything to ground you as your body rolled.

Connie loved your voice, the whine of his name that spilled from your lips and the way your cunt clenched around him, pillowy and soft. He loved you and with that profound knowledge, soon met his own high with a stutter of his hips, cumming deep into you as he buried himself to the hilt.

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other, Connie unmoving within you as you panted against each other before your breathing fell into an even rhythm. How was he supposed to let you go? How could he be expected to pull out and let you pad to the toilet. It would only be a few minutes but he found himself dreading the moment you stirred in his arms. He’d let you meld yourself to him like this if it were possible.

“You know that I’ve got to get up.” You chuckled into his chest, turning your head to glance to the nightstand. “And I’d like to get up before that candle burns through and I have to stumble through the dark.”

It was growing dim, nearing the end of its life span as it casted a low light across the bedroom. Connie’s desk was faintly illuminated in the corner but you were focused on the way the light danced over his features, displaying the apples of his cheeks that rounded with his smile.

“I know,” he sighed, pulling you closer, “just don’t wanna let you go right now.”

“You big baby, it’s only a few minutes.” You say, peeling yourself from him and pulling him out of you gently.

He was soft already, but the act itself was intimate and you could feel the way he started to spill out of you as you moved to the other side of the room, wrapping a robe around yourself before leaving the bedroom.

Connie watched you as you left, admiring your hips and your figure as you receded into the darkness. How had he gotten so lucky? He somehow managed to snag the girl the entire regiment was crazy for, and– as you both moved through the ranks– managed to fall so irrevocably in love with you that he’s forgotten who he was without you.

Still, he wouldn’t trade it for the world, wouldn’t trade you for the world.

He was deep in thought by the time you returned to bed, discarding the robe and snuggling up beside his naked figure.

Of all the things that had changed recently, you hadn’t. You remained the woman he loved more than anything, still smiling. He remembers the way you’d joke with your friends and squad, evenings spent laughing at a pub with all of the captains after your promotion.

Every major event of his life had been spent with you and you both had made it out clean, more appreciative of the love you shared. Connie cherished every part of you, every fleeting moment with you.

And he was certain that he’d do it for the rest of his life.

---

They’d suspected that Eren had gone awol. That he’d gone off on his own. Connie should have stopped him, they could have talked some sense into him before he fled to Marley, attacking a congregation of world leaders and forcing the Scout Regiments hand.

You both had separated so quickly, each moving away from each other in your own individual squadrons without so much as a stay safe. You both always did. Connie couldn’t have imagined that you’d be one of the six who didn’t make it home.

He couldn’t have guessed that the child would sneak aboard the ship and point the rifle toward Sasha’s chest. But Connie could have predicted the way you jumped in front of her, moving before you had time to think to shield his best friend from the shot.

Connie would never forget the look in your eyes as your blood seeped and pooled onto the cold floor of the airship, his warm hands pressed to your cooling chest, covered in a thick layer of your blood. You looked content, the same look you’d flash at him before any expedition. You were at peace and you smiled up at him. A far too pleased smile for someone who was slipping from Connie’s hands faster than he could process— faster than he wanted you to. How could you be smiling? He was losing you.

It was like you to take a shot for a friend. You always put your comrades before yourself like that.

You and Sasha were both brave that way, the only difference being that today, Sasha would return home to her lover and you would not. Your body would stay in the morgue for the night before they placed you six feet below the ground in a graveyard not far from where you lived.

How is it that you could be so close so far away at the same time? He’d never get to feel your body against his again, never hear your laugh that rings like chimes on a spring day, and looking at your grave after the funeral procession, he could only think about how quickly your blood had cooled on the floor of the airship. Connie stared at the fresh dirt under the headstone, trying to bring anything but your lifeless eyes to mind. He tried to think of your smile, of the crinkle in your eye whenever he’d say something stupid, but instead he was reminded of the uncharacteristically stiff way your body laid in the airship and the wan tone of your skin as your precious years drained from your face.

---

As time passed jealousy bled into Connie’s life. Slowly at first, in the waning hours of the morning when he’d be awake and full of drink. He found himself thinking about you constantly, your picture flashing through his mind with startling clarity.

He’d wake up in the middle of the night, grabbing at the sheets beside him– searching for you, wondering in his half asleep state where you’d gone, only to be reminded that this time you weren’t coming back to bed. You’d no longer take your trips to the bathroom and you were much farther away than a few minutes. Instead, he was reminded that he’d have to spend a lifetime without you.

A lifetime without your presence. How unfathomable. So he buried himself in drink, in alcohol, in fighting a war he no longer had a reason to fight. It was bearable that way, his days without you. He was occupied. Working until his hands shook and his feet ached, then drinking to quell the pain. It was all he knew in those following days, working for a peace you’d never know, drinking to forget your time together, sleeping in hopes that he’d see you in another world. But the next world wasn’t for him. Life mercilessly kept him alive, despite his carelessness in the fight.

When the war finally ended and things came to a quiet halt, everything became harder. Eldia rebuilt its streets, patching up the wounds that battle had left on it, and with the power of the titans gone, Eldians were negotiating their terms of peace and fighting the good fight to total freedom. Connie found it difficult now to focus on anything but your absence.

He’d move down the cobbled streets of Marley and be reminded of you at every turn, reminded of something you’d never get to see. He thought of your plans for the future and the way you’d agreed to marry him once peace finally came, but peace came and went without you.

The summer months in Marley were the most beautiful. They brought couples and children and laughter. You’d have loved them. In between peace negotiations, Connie would let himself wander through the streets. Why he even bothered to go outside? He had no clue, but he still did it everyday without fail, wandering until he ended up in the same place he always did. He’d find a seat in the park and watch the couples, listening to the way the ocean sounded as it beat against the shore.

It was supposed to make him feel better, supposed to remind him that things were okay now. But all he felt was unimaginable rage. A rage that grew brighter with each gust of wind and each rustle of leaves. Each happy chuckle of passing couples and each aimless laughter of stumbling children. Connie was jealous, perpetually and undeniably.

He was jealous of the time the two of you never got. Jealous of the people who would spend their lifetimes with their lovers and get to cradle their children. Jealous of his own time, the years he had left ticking by slowly and twisting the knife in his gut with each turn of the month on a calendar. He was jealous of Marco who was no doubt with you now, jealous of Erwin and Miche and anyone they’d ever lost because they were with you.

Why did everyone else get so much time? What made them so different from you? Connie couldn’t understand a world where someone else deserved to survive to see the end when you didn’t, where people other than the two of you got enough time to live out their lives.

Connie didn’t have that luxury and you surely didn��t either.

The weight piled on, the greed, disgust, and envy weighed on his shoulders like boulders. A person can only take so much, can only struggle for so long under such a profound feeling.

It was the day the negotiations were finished, the day the war came to a true end and Eldians were no longer discriminated against legally, that he broke.

He fell to his knees in his temporary apartment after getting home and seeing the bare walls, the ones that lacked pictures because he’d never gotten to take any of you. You would have loved today, would have pulled him into the living room to dance or even invited all of your remaining friends to your shared apartment to celebrate. Connie could practically hear you telling him to appreciate the day, your voice chiming like bells in the recesses of his mind. It was haunting.

“Fuck!” He shouted, slamming his fist onto the counter and collapsing to the floor as sobs wracked through his body.

His friends had followed him to his apartment, worried for him. They had been for a while and today was the breaking point, watching him sway down the steps of the courthouse without so much as a word. They could hear him crying through the walls, hear the guttural cries that seemed to push through him so angrily.

Connie’s stomach was twisting in painful knots, it was years of being tired, years of missing you crumbling all at once in a crescendo of anger and unimaginable grief. He was sick, his heart wrenched in his chest, hammering against his ribcage, something your heart could no longer do.

It was sickening, how his bones wracked and how his shoulder shook with every shuddering sob. His own walls were finally let down and his veiled emotions crashed over him appallingly fast. How did he carry around this weight, this grief, for so long?

Connie couldn’t pick his head up from his hands when his friends came in, ushering themselves past the entrance to crouch on the floor with him, Jean’s arm bracing his frame and helping to keep him upright. They let him cry like that for a long while, letting the sounds echo through an apartment that should have had you in it.

They all missed you, but they had already done their mourning. In doing so, they’d left Connie behind to fend for himself. Left him alone like you had.

“She’s watching from somewhere, Connie.” Jean’s voice piped up, low and reassuring.

“Y’know-” Connie choked out, sniffling. “Everyone talks so much about this a-afterlife.”

Another sob wracks through him.

“About his place where the dead go once they’ve finished their time here.” He was shouting now, voice rising.

“I just wish that maybe there was some fucking proof that she’s still there.” His fists balled up against the floor. This time Connie doesn’t try to stop the cries to talk, he pauses to let himself sob before speaking again. “Because right now I can’t find a single reason to believe she’s out there and I don’t know what I’d do if I never got to see her again.”

“How the fuck am I supposed to move on? How do I carry this weight? How can I keep taking steps forward when she’s not at the end?” Connie’s eyes snap up to Jean, his hand coming to grab his wrist.

His eyes were pleading, crying for an answer, something, somebody to tell him that there was something to look forward to. That you would be at the end of this stupid game called life. His voice came up from the deepest recesses of his body. Eyebrows pulled up in anguish, eyes glassy with tears that refused to let up as he peered into his best friend’s eyes. Connie knew he couldn’t answer, knew that there was no one secret to getting through this, that he’d have to power through on his own. But he was so angry, so exhausted from fighting.

“Why did it have to be her!” He gasps, eyes going wide as realization courses through his shaking body. “Why didn’t she get more time, why didn’t she get to fucking see today?! Why was it me? _____ would have known what to say today, would have had the perfect words. I’ve never had them, never had anything to say.”

Connie inhaled deeply, blinking until limpid tears decorated the fabric of his uniform. “I need her here. I need her.”

That was the last thing he said that night, letting himself cry on the floor in the company of his friends who tried in vain to calm him. He raged against fate, body heaving in tremendous sobs that left his chest feeling emptier than before, inhaling in great pulls because with each cry he could feel the water flooding his lungs. Invading, violating, and wretched with every wail. Everything served as a reminder for his jealousy, ugly and painful in its existence.

Connie knows you’d have hated this.

Could you see him right now? Were you watching in the months to come as he hit his lowest low before slowly starting to pick himself back up, finally formally forgiving Gabi even though he hadn’t blamed her for a long while.

It took a long time for him to gain that semblance of normalcy and once he returned to Eldia from overseas, he went straight to your grave, finally able to face your name scrawled on the headstone once again. Connie hadn’t expected it, but with time the jealousy faded into a dull ache. He spent hours in the graveyard that day, staying with you until the sun had long set over the horizon and the air nipped at his skin. Connie would take any time he could have with you, even if it was like this. And as he sat there talking about the newfound peace, he hoped you could hear him.

He was filled with regrets about you. He wishes he had made you laugh more or studied the way you threw your head back in a smile because after so many years the memory had faded to little more than a silhouette. Connie wished he had taken pictures of you, kissed you on the day he met you, married you. But he couldn’t.

Connie wondered if you were watching him all the time. Did you watch his healing, the way he picked himself back up after being shattered and broken for so long. Maybe he’d glued part of you to him when he patched himself up, maybe he still gets to carry some of you with him in the corner of his heart he knows is reserved for you.

Did you see the day he met her? The woman he’d marry one day. She’d caught his eye because she reminded him so much of you, especially in her smile. Connie couldn’t help but think you’d had something to do with it, some cosmic influence that led her to him.

He thought of you on his wedding day as his bride moved down the aisle, radiant in her beauty. Connie loved her the way he loved you, deeply and honestly. He thought of you the day his first child was born and on every day after that because he saw you in every part of his little girl. He saw you in the way she laughed and the way she ate, the way she stood up after scraping her knee to keep running.

Connie told his wife about you, about the love he lost, and his daughter thought of you as family, despite never meeting you. Your name fell from his family’s lips so often that it was like you’d never left this world in the first place.

He healed, Finally, time began moving again and that sickening envy slipped from his veins like melting ice. He was no longer jealous.

He still goes to your grave, every Sunday. He brings his family and sits his daughter on his lap to tell stories about you, about every aspect of you. Partly because he wants her to know, but also so that he can remember. It’s like a prayer, uttering your name as they sit in the grass that had long grown over the dirt with such reverence, such adoration.

The wind moves through the trees, shaking leaves from their late summer bloom and Connie swears he can hear you laughing, deep and rich and so like you.

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I came running when I saw your requests were open! Okay, this is pure angst so bare with me. How about the reader dying in all the chaos when Eren first attacked marley? She was Jean's best friend and so when they were in the airship he carried her corpse inside, and Eren sees her and Jean is like she died l, and its all your fault. You could make her die in battle or she could take the bullet for Sasha, its up to you! Im just curious of how Eren would behave... Thank you so much baby🥺 remember to take care and if you dont wanna write this there's no problem!!♡♡♡

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Warnings: character death, blood mentions, some violence, some spoilers for season four, unedited. Italics is flash back

“She’s dead. You killed her.”

It’s silent; enough to hear a pin drop. Jaws are dropped, mouths parted as they stare in shock.

Jean stands there, a body limp in his arms, a tear trickling down his face and onto the floor. “She’s dead, Eren.”

Even sits there, staring at him through brown tresses that cover the majority of his face. His brother, Zeke beside him, stares at Jean with a raised eyebrow, absolutely no empathy for him.

“You..you killed her.”

It seems that victory couldn’t even protect everyone in that ship. After you and Jean had aboarded and left someone out there to watch, you were immediately engulfed into a hug by him.

“I’m glad you’re alive,” he mutters, burying his head in the crook of your neck, arms practically squeezing the life out of you. In normal circumstances you would have laughed, pushed his face away from yours and told him he stunk.

But this was different.

Your arms loop under his own, head pressed against his chest plate. “I’m glad you’re alive too.”

Arms wrapped around your torso from behind, hair tickling your nape as the person let out a shaky breath.

“Y/N, I can’t thank you enough for being there when I shot at the Cart,” Sasha spoke quietly. “I was a bit scared if I’m being honest.”

“I was there!” Jean interrupts, pulling away from you as his arms cross over his chest, averting his eyes elsewhere. “I didn’t get my thanks..”

“Who needs you when we have Y/N?” She grins, moving around to wrap an arm around your waist. “She’s all I need to back me up, isn’t that right?”

Eren’s eyes watch as blood trickles down Jean’s arm, seeping into the black sleeve of the uniform, making a small puddle on the floor. His breathing becomes uneasy, fingers clenching around the bench he was sitting on.

His superiors and comrades are unable to move; the sound of Armin’s gun falling to the floor as he rushes to Jean; said boy lowering the body to rest on the floor. Mikasa follows suit, falling onto her knees as she grabs the left hand, shivers running up and down her arms.

Cold.

“If you didn’t do this, she wouldn’t be dead. Tell me, why is she dead, Eren?!”

I don’t know, don’t ask me, Eren thinks, wishing he could say those exact words.

But he can’t; all he can do is stare with semi wide eyes. His arms are restrained by the rope the Scouts put on him, two recruits pointing their guns at him. Despite having him on their side, there was still a fear within them that he would do something else.

“Answer me!”

“This is our first victory for the new Eldian Empire! Our first battle, and many more to come!” A crowd of soldiers raised their fists in victory, screaming at the top of their lungs as they felt like rulers; the only ones that mattered.

“Another one,” you mutter, rubbing your arm, massaging a sensitive area from when you crashed into the roof when the Beast threw rubble. “Just how many more..and will Eren still be there..”

“We seem to always follow Eren in the end. I don’t think he would be going anywhere,” jean comments, standing beside you as everyone walks towards the middle of the ship.

“Hey isn’t he still out there?” Connie asks, looking over his shoulder, staring at the open sliding door. “Should we check?”

“He’s fine. I didn’t see anyone out there when I was there.”

That’s not enough to convince Connie, his eyes still trained on the silver door but decides to shake it off, facing forward.

Everything feels too surreal right now. It’s serene; too peaceful after a massacre of Liberio’s people. Smiles and laughter are shared, everyone reuniting with their buddies, thankful they can take another breath.

However, your stomach churns, looking around a couple times before reaching your hand out, grabbing hold of Jean’s pinkie. There’s a creaking noise coming from the floor board, catching your attention.

“Jean, did you hear that?”

“No. Hey guys quiet down!”

Sasha must have heard it as well as she glances over her shoulder, a body rolling inside of the ship, a gun held close to their chest.

It happens all too slow. The child raises the gun, brown eyes full of anger stare Sasha down, her finger curling around the trigger. Her teeth are gritted as her brown strands stick to her face, small lacerations and dirt scratching at her visage.

“Sasha!”

Your body seems to move on it’s own, one foot in front of the other as your hands collide with her chest, applying force. She stares at you with warm yet wide eyes; body staggering backwards.

Jean’s words wrack every crevice of Erens mind; his voice increasing in volume.

She’s dead because of you. You killed her!

Eren’s mouth suddenly feels dry, tongue peeking out as he licks his lower lip, chewing on the inside of cheek as he exhales loudly, lowering his head in shame, afraid of the consequences.

“Did she have any last words.”

Regretting his choice of speech, Eren’s lower lips quivers, shoulders shaking slightly. With everyone’s eyes on him, he feels as if they’re staring into his soul, silently judging his choices (as some verbally let him know).

His heart is heavy as a noise leaves his mouth, nowhere near to a laugh, but not even close to a cry of sorrow. He feels like screaming until his throat is raw— to lock himself in a confined spot and to never be seen for the rest of his days on this hell on earth.

“If only you hadn’t gotten the Survey Corps involved with this, Y/N would still be alive, and would be able to see your sorry ass tomorrow in your jail cell. Maybe then she would be able to hold your hand, wouldn’t she.”

Mediterranean eyes that hold tears, glance over at your body once more. Your eyes are closed, cheeks suddenly hollowed. There’s a bandage wrapped around your torso, blood seeping through the white and drying as seconds pass.

Your whole body is relaxed , a trail of red stained on the corner of your lips.

Even with the recent tragic events, Eren can’t help but relax when he casts his gaze on your face. Something within him says that you wouldn’t blame him for the cause of your death, even if everyone else would.

But he can’t forgive himself.

“J-Jean,” you whisper, clutching weakly at his arm. “E..Eren..I want to see him..”

And all you wanted was to see him one last time— ,to spend your last breaths and tell him he wasn’t a monster.

He was just like you.

Human.

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The Legends always forgot how quiet he could be...

It was partly his doing, of course. When in the arena, he disengaged his shock absorbers fifteen percent so his teammates would hear him, clanking and clattering along beside them like some two-bit MRVN. That way, they knew where to look for him when shouting about their foes. They wouldn’t jump at a crucial moment and miss their shot just because he spoke aloud. He liked when they jumped – didn’t like when he died because the enemy was still alive. So, he made himself audible.

And they forgot he could be silent.

Nights like this, where they were all aboard the ship, heading to a far-off arena in a journey that would take the better part of a day and a half, he wore that silence like an old, well-used coat. He was bored, bored, bored, and if he couldn’t kill any of his so-called companions until they got to the games, he’d settle for the next best thing: sneaking around and finding their little secrets for later torment. Sometimes a snide remark, a hint that he knew something he shouldn't and could spill their hidden weaknesses like entrails, was as good as a blade to the kidney. Some of his companions seemed like they’d prefer the latter, when certain subjects were involved.

He had to repress a laugh even now, as he crept past their doorways. He knew which Legends cried in the night. He knew who begged in their sleep, who reached for salvation that wasn’t there, for loved ones long gone, chances long lost. He knew who took comfort in ways that shamed them, and who couldn’t sleep at all for the worries that kept them up long, long after the others had succumbed to exhaustion. He’d heard it all before, a dozen times over.

But his stealthy steps slowed, then stopped, when he heard something new.

Singing.

‘Sofðu unga ástin mín. Úti regnið grætur.’

He recognized that voice, though usually its roughness and pitch were concealed through a respirator’s filter. It was strange to hear sound from within that familiar door when no light shone at the cracks.

Usually the Hound slept early, when they traveled long.

‘Mamma geymir gullin þín, gamla leggi og völuskrín.’

Revenant moved closer, drawn as if by a spider’s thinnest thread. He didn’t care if it was fascination that pulled him on, or eagerness to have caught the hunter in such a compromised situation. He didn’t let his mind calculate that far. He focused only on the stillness, the deliberation of each step placed without noise.

‘Við skulum ekki vaka um dimmar nætur.’

The metal of the door was cold against his palm as he turned the handle, slowly, so slowly. The fingers of his other hand slipped into the crack that opened just for him. He caught a glimpse of the hunter sitting on the floor – back straight, legs crossed, their form ever so slight without all that armor to protect them-

Then the axe slammed into his hand, the sparks of metal on metal illuminating a scarred face with eyes that promised death more eloquently than any spoken threat ever could. For a moment, for that flash of agony and light, he believed the promise, and knew his grunt of surprised pain would be the last noise he made before he woke up in his new body-

And then the moment was broken as a cough raked through that thin body with claws crueler than even his own. The hunter fell back, gasping and choking, fumbling in the dark until their desperate hands found their respirator. Once they’d pressed the mask to their face, once the cough stilled and their breathing steadied into a rhythm more suited to the living than the dying, did they look at him. Not the darkness, but their own self control hid their emotions from Revenant’s eye.

Their voice had an edge of frost when they finally broke the silence. “Knocking is a courtesy that is not beneath your practice.”

“All courtesy is beneath my practice,” Revenant responded, scorn curling the edges of his words better than any smile ever could.

He pulled his hand back through the door – or, tried to. It was stuck, nailed to the metal surface by that twice-cursed axe. He made a mental note to find another descendant of the programmer who had thought it a good idea to build pain receptors into his system and teach them the true meaning of the word, then looked back at the hunter.

They were still standing, staring at him, one hand keeping the respirator clamped over their face, the other holding a sharp knife Revenant was more familiar with than he cared to admit.

“Oh, don’t let me interrupt,” Revenant said. “Sounded like you were having a grand old time. Are you practicing for a concert?”

The sneer in his voice seemed to have no effect on the Hound who, after another moment of consideration, sat themselves on the floor once more, keeping the knife in plain view. “It is not for others that I practice,” they said.

“You just like the sound of your own voice that much, do you..?” Revenant wiggled his hand. Hurt zinged through his arm, but the axe stayed firm. He wondered if he could reach around with his other limb to pull it free. He didn’t much care for the amount of exposure that would grant to the blade that breathed so loudly not six feet away.

“It is not for my voice that I do this,” came the calm reply.

Revenant hated all the Legends, but right now he hated the Hound most, for their unflappable honesty, for their unbreakable politeness. However much he needled them, they were ever unwilling, or perhaps even unable, to descend to his level of petty backtalk. “Tell me then, oh mighty hunter,” he said, using enough sarcasm for them both, “As it seems I won’t be going anywhere until you’ve had your say.”

Bloodhound watched him, their lenses reflecting the yellow light from Revenant’s own eyes back at him. When they next spoke, each word was measured, answering, but not confessing. “I would like, some day, to be able to breathe freely.” A pause. “If the gods will it.”

Revenant fell silent at that. His gaze lingered on the Hound’s face, on the hand holding the respirator over their mouth and nose, on the lingering scars that traced every visible surface of facial tissue. “...by singing to enhance your lung capacity?”

Bloodhound nodded once, some of the tension leaving their shoulders.

That caught Revenant’s attention.

He didn’t like this. He didn’t like understanding them, or them willingly trusting him with information he preferred to steal himself. He liked even less knowing there was nothing he could do with this confession of weakness that would be a satisfactory vengeance for his current position of compromise.

He tugged at his hand with more violence than before, making the door rattle. Bloodhound didn’t flinch, and neither did their axe.

“Get me out of here,” Revenant demanded.

The hunter stood, respirator still held firm, and walked close. They waited a moment, just long enough for Revanant to glare, and to see his own reflection in those stupid goggles, before taking firm hold of the axe handle and yanking it free with a crackle of sparks.

Their calm annoyed Revenant even more than the unwilling hiss of pain drawn from his voicebox. Without another word he slammed the door in their face, meaning to storm away and find someone more fun to bother.

But he didn’t. His feet stayed where they were, inches from the closed door.

Perhaps a minute passed this way, in silence. He didn’t let himself wonder why he stayed. He waited, telling himself he was the predator awaiting the footfalls of his prey.

But when the noise came, it was not that of booted feet against the airship floor, but of cloth rustling as the Hound lowered themselves to the ground. It was the soft brush of a back against the door, of legs being folded. It was a deep breath taken before the respirator was set aside.

And then, once more, the rough, unfiltered voice in the darkness - but so close now Revenant could almost touch it.

‘Það er margt sem myrkrið veit, minn er hugur þungur.

Oft ég svarta sandinn leit svíða grænan engireit.

Í jöklinum hljóða dauðadjúpar sprungur.’

He was going to kill them for this. He was going to make them suffer, for forcing him to stand here and listen to their voice, as raw and vulnerable as any death cry, gentle and drifting as smoke on the wind. Were they doing it on purpose, twisting the melody so mournfully that it tugged at a soul Revenant was sure he no longer had?

‘Sofðu lengi, sofðu rótt, seint mun best að vakna.’

He was going to kill them. He would make that soft voice scream in agony.

‘Mæðan kenna mun þér fljótt,meðan hallar degi skjótt,’

He would learn the words to their song just to croon it in their ear while he plunged his fist into their chest and ripped out their heart.

‘að mennirnir elska, missa, gráta og sakna.’

He’d have to stay a bit longer, though, to study the thing properly. He wasn’t sure he remembered the beginning right.

But for a second the song faltered, and Revenant felt an unexplainable pang at the thought that it was over, and the Hound was done for the night.

A flap of feathered wings. An accusing caw. From the other side of the door came that rough voice, soft and soothing. “Hush. I know. It is alright.”

Another deep breath, and they began again.

‘Sofðu unga ástin mín…’

Revenant closed his eyes. No… killing them wouldn’t be punishment enough. They’d just be dead. Better would be to find someone else to kill, to make it very public, very bloody…

‘Úti regnið grætur.’

Then, when the newspapers reported his good work, when the survivors cried on television about a robotic voice chanting in an alien language, he would meet Bloodhound’s eye across the room, and the Hound would know, and Revenant would know they knew…

And that would surely be the sweetest revenge of all.

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AND YOU JUST CAN’T SAY GOODBYE...

MASTERLIST | JEAN KIRSTEIN X F!READER

synopsis: in which the raid of liberio takes the most important thing in jean’s life; you.

warnings: 4x08 spoilers!!! Angst, major character death (y/n), mentions of guns and blood

Y/N stared down at the ruins of Liberio as she flew overhead, holding tightly onto the gun of her anti-personnel gear — the thing keeping her attached to the aircraft as she reeled herself in.

But she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the mass of bodies laying beneath them, the bodies of the civilians who weren’t given the chance to make it out before the bombings.

She tried convincing herself this was all for a reason, that it was the only way. But she couldn’t. How could she when the bodies continued to pile up, when the blood staining their hands got thicker and thicker?

Freedom, they called it. They were fighting for freedom — but how many innocent lives would they have to exchange for it? How many more wars stood between them and the freedom they so desperately seeked?

Releasing a shaky breath, Y/N climbed into the aircraft, ignoring the voices speaking her way as she moved away from the entrance in utter silence.

She just wanted to go home, forget all about what happened here today... forget about the innocent lives lost to Eren’s plan. Eren, the reason they had come to Marley in the first place.

He had already made his way back into the ship, so had Captain Levi and the others. Even so, Y/N couldn’t shake the uncanny feeling gnawing at her gut. Their plan had so far been mostly successful, why did she feel like something was going to go wrong still?

“Oi, Jean!” Connie’s voice mentioning Jean’s name was enough to snap Y/N out of her thoughts. Pushing her way through the crowd of soldiers who had made their way back to the airship, Y/N dropped down at the entrance, holding out a hand to help Jean inside.

Looking up at his friends waiting for him, Jean reached up to grab ahold of Y/N’s hand, allowing the girl to pull him into the safety of the ship Commander Hange had secured for them.

As soon as Jean’s knee pressed against the wooden floor, Y/N was launching herself into his arms. A whiff of his scent being enough to wash away her fears even slightly.

Maybe things hadn’t gone exactly according to plan, but Jean had made it back alive, they both had. And that’s all that mattered to Y/N in that moment.

Pulling back slightly, Jean stared at Y/N’s face, taking in her appearance like she’d disappear from his hold at any moment. “Thanks for coming back alive,” she whispered with a small smile, one of her hands caressing his cheek gently.

“I always will,” Jean told her, quite suddenly moving in to press his lips against hers in a kiss.

Y/N didn’t want to move away, just wanting to live in that moment for the rest of eternity.

The idea of leaving the fight behind and living a safe life with Jean always remained in the back of her mind, the lingering thought being the only thing that helped her sleep at night when the toll of the war became too much.

There was only one thing stopping her, and she knew it stopped Jean, too.

Though he’d never admit just how much he cared about Sasha and Connie, Y/N knew him well enough to have a good idea. He’d never leave them to fight this tortuous fight alone.

The couple’s reunion was broken up by Connie and Sasha as their sibling-like bickering grew loud enough to break through Jean and Y/N’s little bubble.

Jean let out a sigh, standing up and helping Y/N back onto her feet before they walked over to the others. “You owe me a big fucking meal, Connie!” Sasha complained, pointing a finger at Connie who was shaking his head.

“Speaking of debts, I think you guys owe me a drink when we get back to the island,” Y/N grinned, throwing her arms over Connie and Jean’s shoulders as her eyes flickered between the two. “Seeing as I paid last time, it’s the least you two could do.”

It was over. The war was just beginning, but this fight was over, Y/N kept telling herself. Ignoring the fear still coursing through her veins.

“I think it’s Jean’s turn.” Connie immediately threw the other boy under the bus, earning a glare from Jean.

Y/N smiled up at him. “Come on, Jean~” she cooed. “Since you love me and all.”

Jean stared at her for a moment before sighing and averting his gaze, the telltale sign that he couldn’t say no to Y/N. “Fine.”

Y/N and Connie immediately turned to each other, high-fiving in victory. Though the moment was short lived as Jean turned around, and a gunshot was suddenly echoing through the air.

Y/N’s body quickly spun around, her eyes widening as she felt a sharp pain pierce through her torso. “Y/N?!” Sasha’s voice sounded so quiet over Y/N’s pounding heart as she stumbled backwards from the shock.

As the pain travelled through her body, Y/N felt her legs give out beneath her, and within seconds, she was hitting the cold wooden floor of the aircraft.

“Y/N! Hold on!” Sasha screamed, falling to her knees and pressing her hands against Y/N’s wound as the others all gathered around the attackers. “Stay with…”

Moments later, Sasha’s shouts were being cut off as Jean fell by Y/N’s side, shouting her name in fear that she wouldn’t make it. “J… Jean.” Her words came out in a gasp, her raspy breaths making Jean and Sasha share a look as he carefully pulled the girl into his arms.

“Come on, Y/N, just hold on,” he pleaded.

“Jean,” she coughed out again. And Jean finally noticed the blood gathering on the corner of her mouth, as hot tears began to stream down her face. “I want… I want to go home.”

“You’re going to make it back, I promise,” he whispered, cradling her face in one hand as he thumbed away her tears. “And I’ll buy you that drink.”

They both knew it was a lie. Y/N, from the way her pain had begun to subside as a foreign coldness began to settle in its place. And Jean, knowing it just from the amount of blood he could see pooling on the floor beneath her.

Though despite it all, Y/N smiled weakly, gasping out what could very likely be her last words. “I love you…”

As Y/N began to go silent, her eyes struggling to stay open, Jean finally began to pay attention to the blood seeping from her wound, creating a pool of crimson around her fallen frame.

Y/N could hear it — her comrades’ cries of desperation. They wanted her to hold on, but what was there to hold on to? Perhaps the happy memories of the people they once were, before the war had truly taken its toll…

She hoped to take it all with her as her time finally came. Though she guessed her time was now, in a foreign country, in the arms of someone so familiar she could see his face even with her eyes closed.

“Are you serious?” Y/N stared at Jean in shock. “The Survey Corps? I thought you had your heart set on the Military Police, what happened?”

“Not that suicidal bastard, if that’s what you’re thinking!” Jean crossed his arms, staring her down for a moment before he sighed and looked away, a frown tugging at his lips. “I just… I don’t want- I don’t want those charred bones to be disappointed in me.”

Y/N’s expression softened as she took his words in. The Battle of Trost had been hard on all of them, losing Marco had made it almost 100% worse. Especially for her and Jean.

Hearing about her friend’s death, without knowing how it happened, was something she never wanted to go through again. Unfortunately for them, Jean happened to be her best friend, and she wasn’t about to let him be another body with an unknown death. Another person she lost without trying to help them survive.

“Then I’m joining the Survey Corps, too!” Y/N said, her fists clenched tightly as Jean’s head snapped back in her direction.

“Y/N-”

“Don’t even try to change my mind, cause you can’t,” she told him. “I… I’m staying by your side, okay? If anything happens, I- I just want to be there.”

Without so much as a word, Jean was pulling Y/N into his embrace. “Y/N-”

He was crying? Why? Why was Jean crying?

Y/N’s eyes slowly flickered open once more, immediately being met with Jean’s teary eyes as he held her close. She remembered now… she was shot.

Maybe that’s why she couldn’t move her arm even the slightest bit to wipe away Jean’s tears and comfort him. That’s all she wanted to do. She hated seeing him cry, it was the worst feeling in the world.

Weakly, her eyes flickered to her other side. Sasha and Connie sat there, clinging to each other as they sobbed. A tear slipped from Y/N’s eye as she watched them, unable to move a single muscle in her body.

She hated seeing the people she cared for in pain, and all of this suffering was because of her? Why? Why did this have to happen?

“Stay with me, please, Y/N.” Jean begged.

She wanted to. That’s all she wanted. But she was so tired, and everything hurt, even breathing seemed too much at this point.

Jean raised his hand once more, accidentally smearing her own blood against her cheek as he held her face delicately in his large hand. “I love you.”

I don’t want to leave you… that’s what she wanted to tell him, but no words came out, only broken gasps that’d haunt Jean for the rest of his life as she bled out in his arms.

As Y/N’s eyes shut once again, she wasn’t greeted with the face of the man she loved, rather, she was blinded by a bright light. The voices of her friends screaming for her to wake up fading into white noise as she slipped out of consciousness.

This was her end…

“Y/N!” A soft voice seemed to echo through the air as Y/N’s eyes flickered open.

“Where… where am I?” Y/N whispered, pushing herself up as she looked around. She was still in the aircraft, but no one else was. Jean and the others weren’t.

Before Y/N even had the chance to question it further, the voice repeated itself. And she finally turned around.

Y/N didn’t know what was expecting to see, but as her eyes fell onto Marco — the boy she hadn’t seen in years, the boy who looked like he hadn’t changed a day since his final moments in Trost — she couldn’t help but take off into a run.

Marco easily caught her as she embraced him. “Marco!” She cried out happily, before her eyes widened and she pulled back. “How… how are you here? You died. I- I saw…”

He remained silent as Y/N seemed to catch on to what was happening, one of her hands immediately to shooting to where her wound once was. “You’re fight’s over now,” Marco told her. “You can rest.”

“Rest,” Y/N repeated in a whisper, the word sounding foreign on her tongue. When was the last time she had rested, she couldn’t remember. It had been battle after battle, betrayal after betrayal. There was no room for rest in the middle of a war, she had been telling herself.

But now…

Now she could finally rest, knowing Connie and Sasha would take care of Jean for her. Knowing they’d win the war together and live long, safe lives.

It was all Y/N ever wanted. Even if she was unable to see it with her own eyes.

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love is tragic | Reiner Braun x Reader

summary; the death of the reader. instead of Sasha, it is the reader who takes the hit to save her and only realizing Gabi was the one did it. After math of Reiner finding out. Also small flashbacks.

disclaimers/warnings; angst. takes place in s4 ep8. Spoilers!! mentions of blood and shot. Reader presents as female.

a/n; I had this idea in my head for the longest time, I wasn't planning on writing this, but here I am.

You wouldn't call yourself a “traitor” sometimes you thought, overthink it. You were just like them, the Warriors; yet so different, you were no titan. The only thing that made you a traitor was the beginning days of being in Paradis since the attack. And the day you return to Marley was hell. You never expected something so early to happen. Being protective over Reiner as time, days, and years went by. Just because he was the Armored Titan didn't change the fact, you both were still in love since the traitoring years. But that was gone, no more.

The scouts were the ones to call you a “traitor” when you were taken back to your homeland. They weren't devils; they never were devils. The knowledge that Marley spoke about them were untrue. So when the day came, having to bump into the scouts ... never in mind, you had thought. You had explain yourself, hoping for them to understand and Shockingly they did. Shortly after that day, you had packed up your things and went back to Paradis. You made sure to write a letter for Reiner after he got back from meetings and along with his cousin and the kids that were fond of him.

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Looking at the small home you both shared, you felt like this was the wrong idea but deep down, it wasn't.

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The years took off, The day Marley was officially attack by Eren Jeager. Maybe this was it. There was no time, for your words to get to Reiner, hell, you didn’t know if he was still even alive. The thought of it, hurt you. You shook it off. The noises of gunshots were going left and right. The gear the rest wore, were different. It was a nice change.

Jean and the others were handling the Cart titan, as it taken down. The group was retreating back to the airship, not knowing that the small Braun managed to get herself inside along with Falco trying to stop her. Sasha was the one who had mention it to the rest of the group. “Hey, quiet!” Jean shouted, as they all did and bang! -- “Sasha!” You had shouted, pushing out her the way. The way your body reacted from something you couldn't control, but you had saved your dearest friend from her death. You had taken a step back and fell with a loud thud.

The shot had hit in a place, you knew that you weren't going to survive this fight. Because your fight was over. “Shit! Hey! Stay with us, stay with me!” Jean shouted to you, but you couldn't. The pain was real, the blood covered your body and it began to rush. It wasn't stopping. The memories was yours truly were coming back ... how you wished you could've stayed with him a little longer.

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“I'm going to marry her, one day” Reiner spoke, the way he talked about the small petite blonde girl was something you wished he thought about you and made you feel the admiration but that wasn't you. “who? the girl who’s completely out of your league? and who’s also in love with someone else?” pointing it out as he snickered. “Yeah, sure” Before he got up and left you.

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another memory came.

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The confession was out of the blue, being in Marley, knowing you couldn't be with him. “I'm in love with you!” the shout was loud, he froze, his eyes widen. He wasn’t sure what came over you, was it a joke? you continued. “For the longest time, I never once saw you weak, When we were younger, you inspired me .. but at the end, I was still nothing ... I was always by your side, I noticed more than you think. But Me? Her? I just couldn't say.” Reiner came close to you, cupping your face and went in for a passion kiss. “But not to me” He slightly smile, before grabbing your hand.

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But now here you were. Sasha had wrapped the badges around your upper body, but nothing seemed to stop the blood. It just kept going. “It keeps going, it won’t stop!” Sasha voiced cracked, hearing jean cursed under his breath. Your skin was starting to become pale, your eyes becoming dull, your breathing became unsteady and slow. You tried to speak, but nothing came out. “Don't try to speak, I’ll be right back. I have to take care of these kids and make them pay for what they did.” You also knew how everyone was protective over you and each other, before the shot; you had taken a glimpse of the kids. One of them was Gabi. She was the one who shot the sniper trigger.

Never expecting to get shot by the cousin of your beloved. Even Gabi knew who she just had shot, the regret in her eyes shown. She only met you couple of times with Reiner and was already fond of you till the first day of meeting.

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“Reiner! Reiner! Who’s this” the little girl asked, as you stood there next to Reiner. “This is (Y/N) ... someone who I've been together with for quite some time now and please Gabi, get along with her” She nodded her head and began asking questions left and right. Knowing this was going to be a long day. But it wasn't the worse.

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Connie and Sasha were hovered over you, watching you mainly. They couldn't see you like this. The fact, they knew about you and Reiner was possibly be something hard for them to speak and tell him. You tried to speak again but the only thing that came out was “Rei...” as your eyes closed, your breathing stopped. Both of you friends had began crying as they shook you to wake up, nothing worked. Connie was the first to rushed over the doors where The Commander Hange, Captain Levi, Zeke, Eren, Mikasa, Armin, Jean and the kids. “(Y/N) is dead.” Mikasa and Armin ran to your lifeless body and shouted and cried for you to come back. But that wasn't going to happen.

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Till that day forward, Reiner met up and teamed up with the alliances, the only thing was he couldn't find was you. The rest of them are here. Jean, Mikasa, Armin ... but you? no longer here. “Hey! are you going to tell me where the hell she is!?” Reiner shouted while nobody had seemed to recover from that moment. “I'm sorry, Reiner. She’s no longer here with us. This little girl had gotten into our airship and had targeted Sasha but she pushed her out the way and took the bullet.” Jean explained, the blonde couldn't believe what he was hearing, you? dead? no. Tears began to fill Reiner eyes. “We also believe that little girl was your cousin. Gabi Braun.” That's when he completely was shattered and broke down. Yet, you were in a better place. He never got to kiss you goodbye on the day you left him, he will never be able to sleep knowing you're not there by his side.

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⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Dear, Reiner Braun.

⠀ As I’m writing this to you, you’re probably angry. I know ⠀ and I’m sorry that it had to be this way. Just know that the next ⠀ time you see me ... I’ll always be your side, even when it’s all ⠀ ⠀wrong. Once this war is over, I would love to start a family with ⠀ you. You and I both know how much you would love that. And I ⠀ ⠀would love to give you that; when the world is finally at peace. ⠀ ⠀ You and I weren’t perfect but I’ve never felt this way about anyone before I’ve met you. Please live a life you could be proud ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ of, it isn’t over. Till then ... I’ll meet you soon.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ Love, (Y/N) (L/N)

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