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justkennadi · 5 months

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Armin if he was 🖤Goth🖤

Notes: Got this cool idea in my head abt a grown up version of asot armin 🤔 (it’s really cause i saw these pictures on pinterest tho) if u don’t know what asot is it stands for A slap on titan which is parody type series on youtube. 👍🏾👍🏾 but sorry if this isn’t quite accurate to what being goth is like i’m honestly still in my baby’s bat phase so i don’t know much 😭😭

Context: Modern Asot!Armin x Fem Goth!reader

Warnings: mention of ritual attempts but that’s it

- You first saw him in middle school on the first day of 8th grade. This new blond kid just transferred in and everyone was excited to meet him!

- Well that didn’t last long.

- While you weren’t present but apparently he started spewing crazy things and started talking to himself (or a cat, everyones stories was different) and while he did good in class teachers didn’t appreciate his out bursts.

- People were QUICKLY frightened and bothered by him. He had no friends.

- You were dipping your toes into the whole gothic subculture yourself at the time but you weren’t too interested. However it seemed this new kid was in love with the whole thing. He wore all black all the time, sometimes a bit of eyeliner. He had the whole vibe to him.

- So something about him interested you.

- However, before you got the chance to go up to him, he ended up getting expelled and put in a mental hospital for attempting to perform a ritual on a 6th grader? Yikes.

- He made the news and that’s when you learned his name. Armin…

- As the years went by you slowly forgot about him. But how could you fully? He was your craziest story to tell to friends. A funny and wacky memory to reflect on.

- Now you are in your 2nd year of college. You have decided while you aren’t fully goth(at least you thought) you liked the idea and did get into some of the music and fashion but you stuck to causal clothes most days. And you never got into the heavy makeup you see most goths wear. You learned it’s more about the music anyways which helped.

- You had a slight fascination with darker things and had to constantly tell people you aren’t depressed even if you looked the part.

- One day, while in the library looking for an Edgar Allen Poe book for your book report you accidentally bumped into a slightly taller boy.

- “Sorry! My bad-“

- You realized as you looked at his face…well, did you realize? Is this him?

- “It’s fine.” The boy quietly replied.

- Oh.

- He had blond hair…blue eyes… this could be any white boy honestly. Plus his hair was shorter? And he looked more….put together? He wore a plain brown suit get up with polished brown loafers.

- “Is something the matter?” He asked looking at you.

-“Sorry…i’m sorry you just look.. familiar?” You say squinting your eyes slightly but you realized you might be acting weird so you start to go around him after apologizing again.

- However, before you can…

- “Let me guess. You remembered the crazy, sadistic boy from your childhood and i look like him.” He says stopping you.

- You slowly nod.

- “Yeah, well, it was me.” He looked away for a second. Possibly embarrassed?

- “Armin? Well, you clean up..nice…” You say taking in his appearance once again.

- “Well, a few years of a mental hospital and therapy can do that….” He chuckled. “I see you’re looking for an Edgar allen book too?”

- “Yeah…we get to choose and author and analyze their writing style for my English 2020 class….” You say looking at the shelf.

- “Mhm…I did that last year.”

- “Can i ask what happened to you?” You say abruptly.

- “Y’know…I’d rather talk about that over some coffee.” Armin says laughing once again. “If you don’t mind?”

- This Armin was a now refined gentleman. He leads you to a small coffee shop on campus after helping you pick a book. He even holds the door open for you. From what you remember he used to spit at girls, asking them bizarre personal questions, now he’s holding open doors and pulling your chair out.

- After you two get coffee he tells you everything.

-“So after the therapy and being in a crazy house for years they finally broke me. I started talking about my feelings and whatever and how my when my parents died i lost it and my grandpa wasn’t paying attention to me and blah blah blah. And i guess it was just a phase…well not fully.”

- “How so?” You say sipping on the coffee you got.

- “Well, i may not look it, but i consider my self to be a bit…how do you say..gothic?” He smirks.

- “Yeah i never would’ve guessed. You look more dark academia like.”

- “I don’t dress in all black all the time, you know it’s more about- “

- “The music?” You interrupt.

- Armin smiles. “Yes. Exactly. How did you know? Unless…”

- You smile a bit while nodding your head. Well here’s finally someone you can be yourself around! Everyone else either thought you were weird or a poser. Most just ignored you.

- After that day you and Armin start hanging out. He shows you his room which had many gothic band posters on them like Sisters of mercy posters and Siouxsie and the banshees posters and other plain ones with just bats on them. His room was a bit dark also being mostly black and gray and brown.

- You two loves making goth like inside jokes or thrifting for new accessories or even weird things.

- Armin liked to collect really weird things like taxidermies bugs and mini skulls or halloween themed things.

- He was also a night owl but he had to be awake in the day too so he did end up having slight eyebags and a constant yawn.

- He was really serious about looking presentable though. So as a result he normally just drink a dark coffee everyday. You tried it once and immediately spit it out. “This is so BITTER!?” You say in disgust.

- “Like pure caffeine.” He says taking his cup back and smiling.

- Sometimes you’d two match outfits or at least tried to coordinate them.

- People started to think you two were dating at one point. You never thought of Armin like that but the idea didn’t hurt…

- Sometimes armin tells stories from his past. Explaining how he thought he was a “crimson king” for a while or how he’d sacrifice animals like squirrels. He seems horrified with his old self but not horrified to the point where he can’t laugh about it.

- He was your favorite gothic person now honestly🖤🖤

#aot x reader #armin imagines #aot armin #armin attack on titan #asot #asot armin #gothic #x goth reader #goth armin #armin x goth reader

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declanwidow · 10 months

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mysteries of thorns manor is not allowing elisabeth, nathaniel and silas to beat the throuple allegations

#elisabeth nathaniel and silas are this generation's sophie howl and calcifer......#its a great day for annoying ppl!!!#(also i love them as a friendship as well this is a joke)#a sorcery of thorns #mysteries of thorn manor #asot

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saintgoths · 7 months

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN - ME AND MY HUSBAND.

WORDS - 3,998.

RATING - 18+. [insecure & possessive Joel, Ellie and ivy fluff]

SUMMARY - joel learns about what isabella has done and re-thinks about their relationship and ellie and ivy had a deep talk about what had happened to her.

As the church doors were loudly closed behind the two couples, Maria and Tommy had carefully dragged the older Miller away from the location, Isabella had scurried behind the three of them, embarrassed and guilt-ridden by the circumstance. When Maria had finally let go of Joel, Tommy had followed through, her expression confused and sensibly annoyed at the commotion.

“What is wrong with you?” Maria directly seethed, she had briskly pointed an accusatory finger at the bearded man who had glared down at his shoes, Isabella had hugged herself whilst she had nibbled her bottom lips as she had silently wished that Joel would not inform Tommy and Maria what Adam had implied to him.

“He had no right speaking to Isabella like that,” Joel argued, he had lifted his face to look at the short-haired blond woman, his foamed eyes had hastily scanned over Isabella before they had returned to the leader of the town.

“So, the best solution was to beat him up?” Maria questioned, her tone smouldered and irritated, and as much as Joel had thought Maria to be a scary person, in his mind, the older Miller man had his duty to protect his lover and he couldn’t do that with alarm and fright.

Adamant, Joel had pressed his lips together, with the look in his eyes, his younger brother, Tommy, understood that Joel was going to be stubborn about the situation. “If it gets him to shut up, then yes.”

Tensely, Maria released a struggled sigh. “Right,” she dryly muttered, softly, she had backed away from the trio. “I’ll be with the Lorde family,” she informed them. “Tommy,” Maria called her tone forwardly implied that her husband should take lead with the situation.

Aware the scenario was in his hands now, Tommy softly grunted while he had pulled his hands against his hips. “You were usually the one who spoke about being calm and not allowing people to rile you up,” the blonde brother lightly joked and barely humoured, Joel mildly smirked at his younger brother.

“Everyone has their breaking points,” Joel responded and aware of his point, Tommy raised the both of his eyebrows, his hands dropped at his sides and he neared himself in direction of Joel.

“This is going to be the town’s gossip for a long time,” Tommy clarified and apprised, Joel dropped his shoulders in response, he had sat himself against the cold ground, knowledgeable of the iciness but the adrenaline had him care less of the temperature.

Silently, Isabella had pushed her bottom lip behind her teeth, she had wished to have a private conversation with her partner but she’d rather speak to the Miller man when his heated feelings had cooled down, the woman was aware that Joel would do nothing to hurt her physically or emotionally, but the Rosalind woman had comprehended that there was a certain conversation that had to be discussed.

“I know,” Joel muttered and with the look on his face, Tommy understood that Joel had no regrets for what he had done, or hadn’t cared of what people would say or think.

“You might have to apologise to the Lourde family,” Tommy trailed on and automatically, Joel had rolled his eyes in disagreement; knowing that forcing his brother to apologise to the Lourde family would be difficult, Tommy had pressed his lips into a thin line.

As Joel was too stubborn, the man was also too prideful. “I’ll leave the two of you to talk it out,” Tommy mentioned and thankful, Isabella had quietly thanked Tommy before she had watched him walk away from them. Isabella had eventually pulled her arms away from the tight lock around her figure, and twisted her gaze to her lover, she had peeled her mouth open to speak but the man had cut her off with just the raise of his hand.

“What did Adam mean by that?” Joel thoroughly questioned, his voice low and accusatory enough for Isabella to pull her hands behind her back, slowly, Joel had raised himself to stand to his feet, his eyes dark and accusive, he himself, had understood what Adam had implied in the church, yet, the man had just wanted to hear it from her.

Isabella gently shuddered, she had finally felt the cold whispering wind touch her skin and once more, the woman had hugged herself, eyes wide in curiosity but shock that commodities had to be revealed this way. “What do you mean?”

Sarcastically entertained, Joel pushed himself to scoff at her. “You know exactly what I mean.”

“My past sexual life has nothing to do with you,” Isabella quickly worded out and unmoved, Joel’s orbs remained on her. Strained, Isabella had taken a step closer towards the Miller man who stood straight against the wall behind him, he had much words working his mind, much outcomes and many conclusions and he liked neither of them.

“Did you fuck Adam?” Joel whispered and reticent, Isabella had gawked at the taller being, flustered that Joel had to find out she had been with Adam Lourde out of all men, disconcerted, Joel had held in his breath, her silence being enough of an answer. While struggling, Joel had laughed not at her but at the circumstance. “Did you fuck Tora too?”

“During the time I left Jackson,” Isabella truthfully replied and unaware on how to feel, Joel briskly raked his fingers through his full beard. “It was during a time we weren’t together,” she candidly argued and firm, Joel pressed his hands against the top of his hips, his eyes rooted and stable as staunch and ghastly thoughts roamed his mind.

“We weren’t together but I’m sure we had feelings for each other---you knew I had feelings for you,” Joel quickly countered and miffed, Isabella’s face twisted in soreness.

“So that means I owed you loyalty?” Isabella forwardly questioned, bothered by his self-righteousness; and aware of his greed and self-indulgence, Joel rubbed the back of his neck, taciturn and aware that Isabella’s argument was valid. “Especially when you were avoiding me majority of the time in the beginning.”

“Right, I’m sorry,” Joel genuinely apologised and forgiving, Isabella reached for his hand that he had opened.

Her face less agitated, a smile appeared on her mask on autopilot. “It’s okay,” the woman whispered and thankful, Joel had gently pulled the stunning being into a soft embrace, glad that in the end Isabella would be someone he’d have in his arms whenever he had wanted, but moreover, Isabella had liked the fact that Joel was a man who was willing to put a man’s life on the line just for the sake of her integrity. It made her feel safe, and aware that she could count on someone domestically once more.

“Was Adam before or after Tora?”

In disbelief, Isabella had briskly pulled away from his grasp and mildly slapped his chest. She had forced an embarrassed laugh in response to his possessive attitude, yet, with the serious look he had on his face as he had waited for her answer, Isabella pressed her lips into a thin line, her brown eyes shaking with discomfort. “Joel,” she warned, “I don’t like this insecure attitude you’re having right now.”

“Have you looked in the mirror?” Joel peered, as much as he had liked the fact that he had the most beautiful woman in love with him, there were moments the Miller man had fell into a pit of anxiety and self-doubt. “Any man would feel uncertain when they’re with a woman like you.”

“I wouldn’t cheat on you---”

“I know you wouldn’t,” Joel called out and immediately his eyes dropped the stiff and adamant expression which had then been quickly laced and dressed with his true emotions, fear. Mayhap Joel had been projecting on her, mayhap all these feelings were due to the previous events with his ex-wife.

Aware that Joel’s feeling had stemmed from a copious deeper place than she had known, the woman had dropped her arms to her sides before she had released an exhausted sigh. “Adam was after Tora.”

Confused, Joel had pulled back his face as he hastily calculated the dates in his mind and tired, Isabella had quickly swiped the tip of her tongue against the dry cracks of her lower lips, the snow and coldness had gotten to her harder than before, the woman was sure that her nose and cheeks must’ve been the colour of red apples by now. Thus, she had wished that the conversation the two of them had currently shared would be over by the minute.

“Then that wouldn’t make any sense,” Joel stiffly replied, “because we went on a date the moment you came back to Jackson.”

Culpable, Isabella had sucked in the air through the tight gaps of her teeth, averse to respond to Joel’s final idea. Now struck with a new wave of curiosity, Joel had pushed himself towards her, the dark green shades of his eyes currently contrite and sombre than before. The look on his face had showed Isabella that there had been a conclusion he had already come up with, but an end he didn’t want to be correct on.

Even though the man had been silent, Isabella had understood of the muted question he had desired to hear the answer to. The woman could already feel the stemming disappointment crawl outside of her body, though, not disappointment for Joel’s suspicions but disappointment of her own lust, how her own desires had always controlled her. Isabella was a woman who did not care if another lady had a high libido, as she was one herself who had a rather large size, yet the reason why the Rosalind woman had been so disappointed in herself was due to the timing of her lewd adventures.

“I had sex with Adam the same night we were about to…” the lady awkwardly trailed off and instantly, the mask on Joel’s face tightened with acrimony and grief.

His eyebrows had knitted upwards as he slowly allowed the agonising truth in his mind, in despair, the taller being had unhappily whipped his head away from her as his eyes tightly closed, he had silently repeated to himself that Isabella was not his during that period of time, yet, it still hurt.

“Well, I’m sorry I was not able to give you the full pleasure Adam had given you that night,” he bitterly worded out and afflicted, Isabella had moved closer to him, to touch him and reassure the man of his emotions, but quickly, Joel had avoided the feeling of her hands.

As Isabella tried to calm the situation down, the woman furrowed her eyebrows, as she had pitied herself, understood that the night would not end the way she would have liked and Joel would still want to have his space, but, the Rosalind woman had still tried. “Joel, please let me explain---” but it was far too late, Joel had pointed his index finger towards her, his full eyebrows knitted down in envy and spite.

“You don’t need to explain yourself, I already understand what type of woman you are---”

“What type of woman I am? Joel, you’re implying me as some whore, Joel, I’m all yours that was all in the past—a time we were not together---”

“But we were still seeing each other! It’s the principle, Isabella!” Joel rudely seethed, his anguished anger enough to shut the woman up, ravaged, Isabella had gently tightened her fists, in disapproval of herself, “how would you feel, if a night we were supposed to be together I go to another woman because I couldn’t get the sex I wanted?” In disbelief, Joel had then choked out a sigh, aware of his argument had been valid and true to the dark-haired woman who stared back at him, thus, too miffed of what he had learned, Joel had finally stepped away from her and left to his home.

15TH OF DECEMBER 2020

Isabella had barely showed when she was pregnant with Robin, it had been three months into her pregnancy and Lana and Hana praised on how she could’ve been mistaken as not pregnant if she had not revealed the skin of her baby bump.

Though, the size of her baby-bump had not been what she had focused on, Kai had excitedly stormed into the room she had currently been reading in, with a letter in his hand, his pearly white teeth had glowed in front of her as he frantically waved the object in her face as if he were a mad man, in response, Isabella had twisted her face just as she had bookmarked the page she had been interrupted on.

“What’s going on?” Isabella curiously questioned and with his eyes enthusiastic, Kai had held the letter in both of his hands before he peeled it open.

“The Ophanim has sent me a letter,” Kai happily responded and unenthusiastic, Isabella had pulled her head backwards as she faked a happy hum from the back of her throat. Just as she had listened to Kai open up the letter, she had pondered how their one-year-old daughter, Ivy was doing, Isabella had known that Kai had recently put her to bed, yet, if she was being honest with herself, watching Ivy sleep would be more fun than listening to what the Ophanim had to say.

“Kai of Rosalind, the Ophanim has seen and heard of the growth of your family and wishes there’ll be a time where his grace will see you face to face, as he perceives you to be someone who is more suitable to converse with him,” Kai happily read out and due to how high the man was due to the news, Isabella had drawn herself back from aggressively rolling her eyes.

The woman had always perceived the organisation to be a fraud, in her case, it was clear as day, yet unfortunately for Kai, there would be an ugly wake-up call that had patiently waited for him. “I don’t trust them,” Isabella truthfully muttered and distraught, Kai had bounced his shoulders as kickback, he had placed the letter to the closest table and sauntered towards his wife, his dark eyes wide with strong belief and faith, unmoved, Isabella had gently rubbed the small swollen stomach as she had watched her husband shamelessly love the Oraphim Society.

“Isabella, the society has brought us nothing but kindness and warmth,” Kai reminded and tasked to have the woman on his side in strict religious beliefs, Kai had softly held Isabella’s hands, Isabella who had stiffly looked and watched the man crouch down to her level. “There’s no reason to be hostile,” he had wanted to speak more of Isabella’s hostility and link it to her past trauma, but he quickly understood he’d be a dead man walking if he had attempted to do that.

“Don’t you think it’s weird, barely anyone has seen the Ophanim?” Isabella curiously questioned, her inquire laced with knowledge and snarky humour. Kai had comprehended she had appeared that way because the conclusion she had come up with was that the Oraphim Society had been a cult with the Ophanim as the leader.

Frustrated, Kai pursed his lips, his eyes slightly shook with annoyance, silent, Isabella had slowly rocked on the chair she had sat on, her eyes levelled with her husband, unfazed by his state. “You’re being ungrateful,” Kai eventually spoke and instantly, the expression that had gloated on his wife’s face promptly dropped, immediately regretful over his choice of words, Kai attempted to speak to Isabella once again, “Bella---” yet, not in the attitude to listen to his apology, Isabella had briskly pulled herself off her seat and gently rubbed her belly.

“I’ll be checking with Lana and Hana,” Isabella whispered, her response laced with dolour that had anguished Kai enough to reach out for her, still, avoidant, Isabella snatched her body from Kai’s attempt of grip and thus she stalked to the opening of the door, before she exited the room, she twisted to look at Kai, her face had lacked distress but the Rosalind patriarch could see it in her eyes. “You should check on Ivy,” she forwardly commented fore she left the room.

PRESENT DAY

Scarlett had given Ivy her space by spending her time with Robin and Venus, leaving Ivy alone to collect her thoughts in her room, the oldest Rosalind girl would’ve done the same thing in her own cabin, but the dark-haired girl had wanted to be around family sooner or later.

She had sat on the front edge of her bed, hands clasped together as she had intensely examined the lines and textures of her skin to rid the obscene thoughts that had impended to haunt her mind. Her dark thoughts quickly ridden when the sharp knocks against the other side of her wooden door had been beaten and quickly, Ivy had allowed the figure who stood outside her room to come in. “Come in!” Ivy kindly called out and slowly, the door had been pushed open and carefully, Ellie had stepped into her room, the freckled face girl incomprehensible but Ivy could tell there were dark thoughts behind them.

“The others said you would be in here,” Ellie dryly commented and woefully, Ivy had stretched a smile across her face and gently made space for her girlfriend to sit next to her.

“Well, hi,” Ivy kindly greeted as she returned her eyes against the back of her hands while Ellie smoothly closed the door behind her.

Awkwardly, Ellie walked towards Ivy before she carefully sat beside her. Stiffly, Ellie placed her hand against Ivy’s arms, her dark eyes now covered with worry and protection, sadly, Ellie had examined the Rosalind girl ere she questioned her. “Are you okay, how are you feeling?”

“I’m fine,” Ivy muttered out but Ellie knew she had been lying and as much as she had been angry towards the entire situation, the red-haired girl comprehended that Ivy needed her.

“You know you can speak to me,” Ellie worded out and appreciative, Ivy silently thanked her, she had felt the warmth of Ellie’s palm leave her shoulders and in response, the dark-haired girl had tucked her bottom lip behind her teeth, by the corner of her eyes, she had watched Ellie place her hands against her knees as she had gathered her next sentences to inquire her lover.

“Ask me.”

Confused, Ivy eventually looked up to face the freckled-woman who stared intensely at her. “Ask me to kill him,” Ellie seriously pronounced and startled, Ivy furrowed her eyebrows as she had pushed a laughter that had formed in the back of her throat.

“No.”

“Why not?” Ellie asked exasperated as she had leaped onto her feet, arms up in the air like a mad man. “He cannot continue living after what he had done to you, Ivy, I won’t allow it!”

Hesitant, Ivy hushed Ellie to silence herself but the Rosalind girl understood it’ll take more for Ellie to become reticent. “I don’t want issues---”

“Then why not tell your mother?” Ellie included and quickly against the idea, Ivy hastily shook her head which had pushed the Williams girl to grit her teeth and grunt, heated. “Why do you want to be so peaceful about this?!” Ellie cried out, her eyes wide with choleric and fire; and impotent, Ivy had harshly taken in her breath.

“If I tell my mother about this---she’ll want to kill Rowan herself---”

“Isn’t that what we want!” Ellie yelled out, irate and heated, Ellie puffed out her breath, maddened that Rowan was a free man.

With her eyes closed, while Ivy formed her sentence in her mind, her fingers had gripped the sheets of her bed, the high emotions had spiked tears in her eyes and promptly, Ellie had felt guilt strike her heart. “And when she kills him, she’d want to pack everything and leave, she would want to leave everything behind and start a new life and I do not want to do that Ellie, not again.”

With her hands on her hips, Ellie walked towards Ivy, her emotions more balanced than before, “then when everything goes down, we can persuade your mother to let you and everyone else stay here,” she argued, “Ivy, Jackson is your home, her home, and she has Joel, I’m sure she will not be so quick to give it up because of what she has here.”

Slightly comforted with her speech, Ivy let out a small laughter. “You don’t know what my mum is willing to give up when it comes to wanting to leave something, somewhere or someone.”

Defeated, Ellie plopped herself beside Ivy, her eyes blue with sadness. Dimly angry that she wasn’t able to do anything to avenge Ivy for what Rowan had done to her. “Okay,” Ellie gently whispered, and upset, Ivy pressed her hands against her face as she had gently sobbed against it.

“I’m so sorry,” Ivy woefully apologised and empathetic, Ellie kindly pulled Ivy into a hug.

“You don’t need to apologise for anything,” Ellie responded, but remorseful, Ivy shook her head.

“If I just allowed you to explain in the moment and not running off to Rowan, none of this would be happening,” Ivy explained, as she pulled her hands away from her face, Ellie observed her now puffy features, her eyes red with gloom and dejection.

Understanding, Ellie had gently stroked the thick strands of Ivy’s hair, her lips in a thin line and fluffed eyebrows furrowed. “I am angry you did not give me a chance to explain everything,” she truthfully commented, “but it is not your fault Rowan took advantage of you.”

As she had attempted to hold back the rest of her tears, Ellie had thoughtfully brought herself to wipe and get rid of the wetness that had already soaked Ivy’s skin. Silent, Ellie pulled herself to kiss Ivy’s head, her mode protective and woe.

They had begun to speak of others things, to purge the sullen feelings Ivy had carried. “Dina gave me one of the badges I collect,” Ivy quietly brought up and currently, the two had pressed the length of their bodies contra the soft cot of Ivy’s bed.

“Yeah, I told Dina about your collection,” Ellie answered in a hushed tone, Ivy had then thankfully pressed her lips against the arched tip of Ellie’s spotted nose.

“Thank you,” Ivy whispered and pleased. Ellie carefully stroked her fingers through Ivy’s hair.

Her expression had held a look that pondered, and with her dark eyes, Ivy had sent Ellie a quiet lead to communicate about what she had thought about. Reticent, Ellie had traced Ivy’s jaw with the pad of her curved lined thumb, just as she gathered the series of questions she was about to inquire. “Do you know why Joel did that?” Ellie curiously questioned and equally as suspicious of the Miller man’s behaviour, Ivy shook her head.

“From what I heard, Adam said something to my mother that pissed Joel off,” Ivy explained, and as much as Joel’s actions surprised Ivy, the Rosalind girl was pleased that Joel was there for her mother. “Even though he seems like a mad man, I’m glad that someone is there for my mum.”

“At least everyone knows he loves her,” Ellie mildly joked and satisfied, Ivy slid her arms around Ellie’s figure, her limb curved around her body. She had stared at the Williams girl, the mention of love had strike in interest in her, she had wondered if there would ever be a time where her and Ellie would genuinely mean it to each other when it came out of her mouths, still, the brown-haired girl had been too tired to acutely think of the connection she had shared with Ellie, right now, Ivy had been comfortable where they were.

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#the last of us #ellie williams #joel miller #joel miller imagine #the last of us 2 #the last of us two #tlou #tlou2 #joel miller x oc #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams imagine #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fanfic #thelastofus #the last of us game #joel the last of us #a song of thorns #asot

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strawberry-milkshake-cow · 1 year

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Hi there! I was literally so happy when i found out that you write for A Slap on Titan, I just had to request something! 😁 Could I possibly get prompt:

J- jolly your unusually happy today arnt you?

With ASOT Armin and a reader who loves Christmas and gets really happy around the holiday season?

Tysm if you decide to do this! Have a brilliant day/night either way of course! 💙

Of course I love the psycho version of armin

Request- Christmas promt J- jolly your unusually happy arnt You? Asot armin x gn reader who loves Christmas

Warnings- asot armin is a lil creep, can be seen as platonic or romantic

-A concerning amount of happy-

You loved this special time of the year more than anything! Everything was perfect there was music, gifts, cookie, even the titans seemed to calm down during the winter

Your home had been decorated since the day after Halloween. You always felt 19 times happier during the holidays. You were adding adjustments to the tree when you heard a knock on the door. You brush off your pants and open the door with a smile.

Standing in the doorway was No one other than armin he came over quite often probably because everyone was creeped out by him. "Hey armin! Happy holidays!" You smile giving him a hug. He gave you a weird look "did you happen to take some of reiners "special candy" Y/N?" you shook your head still smiling "just happy to see you!" He laughed "your so sweet I'll be sure to reward you when I take over this world as the God I was born to be" you sigh armin was always saying stuff like that but you didn't really mind "you should come help me decorate!" Without waiting for a reply you drag him inside your brightly lit abode "your unusually happy today arn't you?" He sighed with a small smile he would heed your request as a reward for always being so nice to him though he was still sure you were 100% high.

Thank you for the Request! All my request are open right now ^^

#aot #asot armin x reader #asot #foryou #x reader #fanfic #armin x reader #armin arlert #armin aot #attack on titan #a slap on titan #aot fluff #holiday

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chrisburke · 4 months

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My remix of MaRLo and HALIENE's "Whisper". Released on MaRLo's label, Reaching Altitude.

#MaRLo #HALIENE #Marlo #whisper #trance #trance music #edm #dance music #trance anthem #ASOT #A State of Trance #Chris Burke #remix #electronic dance music #electronic music #Youtube

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CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX - A SONG OF THORNS.

WORDS - 3,667.

RATING - 18+. [mentions of sexual abuse, slut-shaming and violence].

SUMMARY - it’s christmas day and adam sparke had found spilling spoiled milk is better than cherishing egg nog and christmas songs.

THE PAST

“There was a woman who wore a crown made out of thorns,

worn and torn from the war that had dawned;

Her eyes hopeless and dismayed,

Afraid of what was made,

Her legs bare and her heart scared;

Her hands spiked with cuts and bruises,

From the prickles that carved her cutis;

In despair and anguish from the pain she had to endure,

She turned her hurt into something she would insure,

The sadness and pity,

Turned into enmity;

And there she dug her grasp into the thorns,

To reassure that the only thing that could hurt her was the crown made out of thorns.”

Awkwardly, Isabella simpered graciously towards her husband who had closed the book he had written his composition in. Within the time Isabella had been pregnant, Kai had joined a poetry club to express his creative odes in and Isabella had been happy he had found something to waste time in instead of hyper-fixating about receiving the Oraphim’s approval.

“The poem is called A Song of Thorns,” Kai candidly imported, “it’s based on your struggles from your past and how you’ve overcome them and became a stronger woman,” he frankly elucidated hastily making himself comfortable on the chair he had sat on.

“Thank you,” Isabella gracefully applauded, she had gently held one week Ivy in her arms, to her surprise her pregnancy with Ivy had been facile, especially with the help of Hana and Lana, twin women that have helped Isabella with each trimester of her pregnancy with the little girl and her labour. Hana, the older twin was just as devoted into the Ophanim religion just as Kai, whereas Lana, the twin Isabella had grown closest to was laid back about the faith but she had practiced it from time to time.

Lana, protective over Ivy had gently knelt down to the child, kindly placed her hand against Ivy’s arms, eyes had then closed before she began to recite a prayer, silent, Isabella had watched Lana quietly speak over her child, if Isabella was being truthful, she was not really a believer in anything nor had faith, but she had found the intentions of a prayer from other people kind, to her, it showed her that people cared. “In the name of Ophanim I pray for the new child to have a blessed and protected life, to have strong health and a strong and caring heart, I pray for the Oraphim to guard Ivy’s life and future path, blessed be in Ophanim’s glory from the holiest place, amen.”

“Amen,” Hana and Kai echoed and in response, Isabella beckoned her head.

Venus and Robin considered Ivy as the best sister they could’ve ever gotten, sure, Robin had loved Venus and had been closer to his youngest sister than to his oldest, per contra, it didn’t eliminate the fact that Ivy had taken the older sister position seriously and accomplished everything an older sister should. She was kind, responsible, respectable and tolerable; she had always put her family first and was seen to never break down.

Yet, on this Christmas Day, something just felt wrong, Ivy had been in her shower for the last hour, her loofah in her hand as she violently scrubbed the material against her skin, there was one particular spot Ivy had continuously washed over that an agitated red mark had stemmed from the constant friction.

Ever since Ellie had informed Ivy what Rowan had done to her, preferentially, had made Ivy stop avoiding to lay in the truth, the older Rosalind girl had felt, dirty.

Ivy had always been a sexually confident person; she has told Isabella that she lost her virginity but had made sure to leave out the fact she lost it at a young age. The Rosalind girl had never thought she would have a sexual encounter that would emotionally break her but there was always a first for everything.

Flipped, Ivy had dropped her loofah, however, too hopped up to realise that the cleaning object had fell out of her hand, her eyes ample and expansive as she had used her hand to go over the same spot the loofah had once ran over.

Dismayed once she finally realised what she was doing, the random cold temperature of the shower she was under had woken her up from her trance, apprehensive, Ivy had stared at the front of her hands, her figure had shuddered, too distressed to move herself from the cold water that stabbed into her skin. Once she figured how disturbed and disheartened, she was the Rosalind girl had finally allowed herself to submerge into a fit of emotions, the palm of her hands gently pressed against her face as she sulked and wished for the daunted moment to end.

“Thanks mum,” Venus cheerfully acknowledged while she carefully sized and examined the polaroid camera her mother had gifted her, verily, Venus had been taken by surprise by the stately gift Isabella had surprised her with, polaroid cameras were hard to come across, counting that the film Isabella had paired with her polaroid camera usually came separate to the vintage object.

Robin was after Venus to open his gift, as he was a sneakerhead, the case that his mother had been capable of finding new footwear for him had made him moved and stirred. Moreover, last was Ivy, she had been gifted a butterfly book and a sewing machine, and so forth, she had a commodity she could distract herself with.

Dubious if Ivy had liked her gift, Isabella rubbed her knuckles with the pad of her thumb examining of Ivy’s body language. “You don’t like it?” Isabella shakingly questioned, as a response, Ivy briskly looked at her mother to bolster her.

“No, I love it,” Ivy consoled, “it’s just…I have something in my mind, that’s all.”

Braced, Isabella slowly beckoned her head in belief Ivy had pondered about Ellie. Currently, confident, Isabella turned to look at Scarlett, apologetic that she hadn’t been able to get the blond girl a proper present. “Sorry, Lottie, all I could get you was clothes.”

“Either way, thank you, I’m grateful for you being thoughtful,” Scarlett timidly cheered on within the process Isabella had handed Scarlett the garments and in response the blond girl she had slightly smiled at the stylish attires.

With his thick arm around Isabella’s shoulders, Joel had calmly nudged for the Rosalind matriarch to send him her attention. Her brown eyes had coolly laid into his hazel orbs, it had seemed like he had something to say, an unspecified thing he was excited about. “I have something for you,” he trucked, and curious, Isabella had raised the both of her eyebrows, she had watched Joel turn to face her children with a collected look on his face. “I’m going to steal your mother for a second.”

The kids were quick to be agreeable with what Joel had noted and as the children engaged with each other, Joel had grabbed Isabella’s wrist and softly dragged the brunette woman to her feet. With his other hand in his pocket in search for the blindfold he had tucked into the clothed space before he left his home, confused, but curious to what the Miller man had urged to show her.

When the older person found the piece of fabric, he had swiftly wrapped it around Isabella’s eyes and carefully led her to where he had calmly supported and pressed her to be. With her hands against her face and vigilant, Isabella had pressed her back against Joel’s chest and accepted for the bearded man to guide her to the area that held whatever surprise he had wanted to show her.

“Is it a dog?” Isabella randomly guessed, “a cat? A make-up set?”

Joel chuckled, stubborn to not give her any clues. “Impatient per usual.”

“I’m excited,” Isabella easily defended, yet had given up knowing that he was not going to budge. Be that as it may, it had taken about five minutes for the two to arrive at their destination, Isabella had felt Joel stop and had grown in excitement, carefully, the man had unwrapped the thick blindfold away from Isabella’s head and to process the pressure around her, the beautiful woman had blinked a couple of times, in awe at the building that lived in front of her.

A flower and bakery shop, it had appeared newly built and stood big and delicate. As she was frozen in awe, Joel had led her into the building and the moment the iciness that had stopped her body from moving melted, she gained the strength to wrap her arms around her romantic partner, excited, yet upset that she hadn’t been able to get him anything. “Thank you so much Joel, but I’m upset that I haven’t gotten you anything.”

“You being mine is all I need,” he kindly muttered ere he gently rubbed his nose against hers, with her forehead pressed against his she quickly pressed her lips against his mouth.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” she honestly remarked, caught off-guard, Joel had laughed at her straightforwardness, open to laying her against anything he could and fucking her ruthlessly, but the Christmas Party in the Church was about to begin and Joel had promised Tommy and Maria that he was going to arrive early.

Spontaneously, Joel had grabbed one of her buttocks and pushed her closer against his chest, he could see the lust fill in Isabella’s eyes as she stole another kiss from him, and if they had wasted one more second of sharing a romantic session, Joel was sure he’d lose time within his romantic partner. “We can do that later; we need to get ready for the Christmas Dinner.”

With a small pout, Isabella thieved one last peck from the man prior leaving the building hand in hand with the man she had fallen incredibly in love with.

The family were authentically greeted the moment they had entered the church and Ivy allowed the Christmas lights to reflect against her brown eyes, as her mind was too deep in the culvert and sluice, she had forgotten how much she had loved the Holiday.

“Hey, Ivy,” Dina kindly welcomed in hopes to have the Rosalind sister au courant to her, but Ivy had barely looked her way, but she had wondered why Dina was even here, she was a Jew. Ivy had raised the both of her eyebrows, uninterested in what she had to say, but too wistful to let Ivy alone, Dina gently pulled Ivy away from her family members to have an improved conversation with her. With her hands wrapped around herself, Ivy looked at the wavy-haired girl, afflicted. “Listen, I know I’m the last person you want to see, but please understand that Ellie loves you too much and would never cheat on you.”

Silent, Ivy’s eyes fell to her feet, suddenly filled with guilt on Christmas Day, reminded of the night she shared with Rowan, Ivy had anxiously nibbled the bottom left of her lip as she had also remarked the night Ellie had informed her that Rowan had taken advantage of her.

“Hey, I also found this for you,” Dina informed, with her hand dug into her back jean pocket, she carefully pulled out a badge, a butterfly badge, “Ellie told me you like collecting butterfly badges,” Dina nervously spoke as she attentively delivered the shiny piece to Ivy which she had remarked seemed really polished and cleaned.

It was a Black Swallowtail Butterfly Badge, “so I found one for you when I was patrolling.”

Surprised, Ivy stopped examining the badge and returned her gaze to Dina, her sight genuine and thankful. “Thank you,” she kindly thanked in belief that the new honest friendship the two will begin will bloom well and become a true friendship.

Isabella had currently been approached by Kaylee who had a hesitant and fluctuant expression embedded in her face, she held a short glass cup of alcohol in her right hand to help her with the moment and serenely approached the Rosalind matriarch in thoughts to end the embarrassing brawl.

The second Kaylee had appeared in Isabella’s perception, an automatic frown had appeared on the lady’s face, but Kaylee had mildly raised her free hand to symbolise accord. “For Venus,” Kaylee mentioned, and the intensity in Isabella’s face unbounded as she became willing to hear what the Lourde woman had to say. “Venus is an amazing student and I’d love to continue teaching her,” Kaylee easily expressed about the youngest child of Isabella, who had currently been sat down by Tommy and urged to play a Christmas song, she wasn’t against his wishes, just as she began to play Let It Snow, people slowly began singing along to the nostalgic melody.

Receptive, Isabella returned her gaze towards Kaylee whose expression was imploring. “Sure,” Isabella nimbly agreed ere grabbing a drink given by Seth who had respectfully beckoned his head in direction of the Rosalind woman before he rebounded to take care of other people’s drinks.

“Izzy,” Tora nimbly called out as he replaced the position Kaylee once held, placid, Isabella briskly glanced at Tora who kindly gestured a greet to her, unaware of the older Miller man who brought himself into the scenario, he had barely looked at Tora as he gently wrapped his firm arm around Isabella’s waist.

“Why does he call you that?” Joel curiously inquired while he used his other hand to take away Isabella’s drink and take a sip of it.

In faux conduct, Isabella shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know,” she answered, and with a quick glance sent towards Tora, Joel returned the glass to Isabella who placed the object on the island behind them. “Do you want to dance?” She asked, both of her hands linked with her lover’s and without hearing an answer from him, she pulled Joel to the dance floor and dragged his chest close to hers.

“Well, alright,” he candidly smiled while he slid both of his arms around her torso and slowly danced with her.

Robin had awkwardly passed on a portrait to the blond girl he entered the dance with, Scarlett and Robin had taken themselves to a secluded area of the church, moreover, impertinent to observe what Robin had made for her. Scarlett had been excited when she had noticed he had drawn a portrait of her. Thankful, Scarlett had pulled the dark-haired boy into a grateful hug, currently upbeat to show him what she had gotten him.

“I found this for you,” Scarlett exposed, once she pulled away from Robin, she had revealed a volume of Attack of Titan to the boy, it was volume four, and Robin had previously spoken about how he finished reading volume three and had repeatedly apprehended each volume he owned after he had finished them. Thus, Scarlett had tasked herself to find more of the violent and action manga he loved.

Venus who had currently finished playing the piano which had been replaced by speakers had held her polaroid proud, her face, stamped with a wide smile had waved the object in their face and asked if she could take a picture of them. The two young duo had happily agreed with Venus’ idea and allowed the youngest Rosalind child to do whatever she had wanted.

“Jesse!” Venus suddenly called out before she begged the older male to take a picture of her, her brother and Scarlett together. The man had fallen into Venus’ entreat and took a couple of images of the trio together before asking Venus to take a picture of him and his mother together, excited the young girl went along with it and had easily had dozens of people asking for pictures together.

Soon after, Rowan had enrolled into the church, beside his mother the man had dragged his foot inside the wooded building. He had quickly scanned the area to discover who he was looking for, Ivy. She had been on her own with a cup of water in her hand, she had seemed distant from what had been going on around her that the Sparke man had found it a good idea to come ease Ivy’s loneliness.

Ivy could see that he was coming with the edge of her eyes, she had felt her heart gripe and stitch when the scent of his wood-like spiced skin had polluted her nose, she had saw the way he had awkwardly shoved his hands in his pockets and softly greet her. “Hey,” he gently smiled in hopes for Ivy to look up at him, yet, she had remained silent, her eyes remained on the wooden boards her feet had rested on, and genuinely not in the attitude to respond to him.

Amateurish, Rowan lightly kicked Ivy’s feet to strongly gain her attention, his face humoured. “Hello? Did you hear me?”

In faux response, Ivy looked up at the male and rubbed her thumb around the outer circle of her cup. “Uh—no, hi,” she faintly greeted her eye sight briskly locked with his ere she gracelessly turned her sight towards the dancing couples, one of them being her mother and Joel.

“Is there anything I did wron---”

“Ivy! Get away from her!” Ellie rudely hissed, her rude note had quickly gained the attraction of other people under the wooden roof, uncaring, the auburn-haired girl had pulled Ivy closer to her who hadn’t had the strength to let herself go from Ellie’s grip, if she had been truthful, it was nice to have Ellie be around her. At first Ivy had been unsure if the Williams girl was going to make an appearance at the Church and all of a sudden, the freckled woman had come into view liked a caped superhero Robin would speak about from time to time.

Ellie had ignored any of the comments the Sparke man had made and dragged Ivy into a private area of the church, unaware of the puzzled look Isabella had on her face while she slowly began to lose touch with dancing with her partner.

“I want another drink,” Isabella lightly muttered and attentive, Joel pulled himself away from her after he had cited, he would get her one, after Isabella thanked the man, Isabella returned to the table she was previously at ante she pulled Joel to the dance floor.

By the rim of her eyes, she could see Joel join a small conversation with his brother, so she had moved her sight to the couples on the dance floor, slower music had begun to play and Isabella wished she hadn’t told Joel she had wanted a drink. She had loved being held by him in rife ways, besides, she had loved that she was able to land herself a man such as him. Someone strong and someone who was willing to protect her.

“Kaylee told me the both of you had settled with each other,” Adam aimlessly commented, his casual and fluky appearance had caused the woman to jump, she had noticed she had been too much in her head to grasp that Adam had made his way towards her.

Entertained, Isabella aimed her vision via him, her tone nourished. “Just because I’m allowing Kaylee to teach Venus again, doesn’t mean I’m in the Christmas spirit to reconcile with you, or even speak to you.”

“Knew you was going to say something like that,” he muttered and out of kickback, Isabella mildly scoffed at the dark-haired man ere she carried on watching the couples dance while silently requested in her mind that Joel would come sooner. Adam turned his body towards the crowd and watched duos of people sway their body together, his eyes slowly examined each person until his orbs landed on Tora, peeked how he lightly danced with a beautiful woman in his arms and out of pry, Adam returned his gaze to Isabella. “How do you two know each other?”

“I met him the time I left Jackson,” Isabella replied and inquisitive, Adam raised the both of his eyebrows, and quickly thought about the short answer she provided him with.

With his fingers against his chin, Adam looked back at Tora with an enticed look on his face. “I’ve seen the way he’s been looking at you,” Adam commented, and lightly, Isabella perked her right eyebrow, disinterested. “I recognise that look,” Adam impishly added, which had caused Isabella to lightly click her tongue, “it’s the look I’d give you after I figured out you used me for your own sexual desires.”

Uncomfortable, Isabella hugged her body and peeked her body to see if Joel had returned with her drink, and he wasn’t. Confused, Isabella had pondered on his whereabouts.

“Does using people make you feel better about yourself?” Adam maliciously inquired and puckish, Isabella playfully bounced her shoulders.

“Something like that,” she joked and spitefully Adam curved his eyes.

“Do you ever wonder how Joel would feel when he finds out the we’re…what do you call men like us? Right, eskimo brothers----” and the second he had tried to finish his sentence, a striking pain had installed in his jaw. He hadn’t even been able to comprehend what had been going on while the back of his head connected with the wooden boards, Joel had been on top of him, his solid knuckles had collided with the Lourde man’s face numerous of times, his veins raged as he tried to have his way to silence the man.

The Christmas music had stopped and countless of people had attempted to pull the older Miller man off Adam’s body, screams had commenced in the church while Tommy and Maria helped pull Joel off the exhausted man. With the crowd alarmed at the arbitrary situation, Maria and Tommy had guided Joel out of the building while Isabella quickly told Ivy to take the kids home before she trailed after the Miller family out of the Church.

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