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thedensworld · 24 days

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I Can Fight | J.Ww

Pairing: Wonwoo x reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: Wearing a revealing clothes was never uncomfortable for you. However since you married Jeon Wonwoo, you always considered to not wear one. Honestly, Wonwoo doesn't care.

Maestro is definitely Wonwoo's era. My love from him escalates from hundred to limited🤍 god, i need him in my life. However, enjoy this fluffy fluffy wonuuuu🥰

It hasn't even been a year since you tied the knot with Jeon Wonwoo, the heir to a vast conglomerate. He possesses everything one could desire: a top-tier education, a lucrative career, and a prominent place in society. Yet, despite his wealth and status, he insists that you are the center of his universe. You, a mere lecturer at a university owned by his father, never imagined you'd capture the heart of someone like Wonwoo.

Your paths crossed at an event where you represented the university as its youngest dean. Wonwoo's attention was drawn to you instantly, captivated by the calm grace you exuded. The following morning, you were taken aback to find him at the university, seeking you out.

"I have something to discuss with you," he said, his eyes filled with a mixture of determination and something else, something softer.

As he proposed an internship program to benefit the students, the conversation effortlessly shifted from professional to personal. It became evident that his true motive was to get closer to you, to unravel the layers of your being.

You couldn't deny the flutter of excitement in your heart as Wonwoo confessed his ulterior motive. How could you resist someone who pursued you with such sincerity and charm?

Wonwoo's pride in you knew no bounds. He loved to showcase you to his friends and colleagues, boasting about your intelligence and beauty at every opportunity. Being by his side at elite events was both an honor and a responsibility, one that required the perfect attire to match his prestigious status.

As you surveyed the two gowns laid out before you in the bedroom, the weight of the upcoming event pressed upon you. Your current formal attire had already made its rounds, and you couldn't bear the thought of causing Wonwoo any embarrassment by appearing in the same outfit again.

With a heavy sigh, you reached for your phone, dialing Seungkwan's number without hesitation. He was your trusted friend, the one whose fashion sense you relied on for such occasions. But as you questioned his choices, your finger instinctively pointed towards the more daring of the two gowns—a black off-shoulder number with a thigh-high slit.

"What were you thinking with these options?" you inquired, your voice laced with a mix of frustration and concern. The other gown, a deep red wine hue, was equally alluring, with its backless design and knee-high slit, presenting a different kind of challenge.

"I thought that's what rich people wear to events like that! It's straight out of the pages of those fancy books!" Seungkwan's voice came through the phone, his defense ringing with a hint of sheepishness.

You took a moment to collect yourself, inhaling deeply before responding. "Do you honestly think I usually wear something like these?" You couldn't help but chuckle, the absurdity of the situation washing over you.

Seungkwan's laughter echoed through the phone. "Of course not. Last time you wore something revealing was when you danced to '10 Minute' at Jeonghan's birthday party in college."

A wistful smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you recalled the carefree days of youth. "And I was so drunk that I slit my skirt and cut my sleeves," you added, shaking your head at the memory.

Seungkwan's tone turned more serious. "Just wear it. You won't embarrass your husband by wearing it. Trust me."

You nervously bit your lip, the weight of Seungkwan's words sinking in. "He's a respected person, Seungkwan. And I'm an academic. Last time I wore something tight, someone actually talked about him."

"No way! What did they say?" Seungkwan's curiosity piqued through the phone.

You let out a weary sigh, memories of the unpleasant encounter resurfacing. "Just that I looked too hot for a professor, and my look didn't match Wonwoo. It was awful, really. I wish I could have stood up to them at the time."

Seungkwan's voice came through with conviction, urging you not to let others dictate your choices. "Darling! Don't let them stop you. What if you are actually too hot? It's their fault they couldn't handle your fire! Stand up to them if someone talks to you like that."

A soft laugh escaped your lips at Seungkwan's fierce encouragement. "You know I can't fight," you admitted, resigned to your non-confrontational nature.

Before you could dwell further on the conversation, the sound of the bedroom door being pushed open interrupted your thoughts. Your heart skipped a beat as you turned to see your husband standing there, his presence filling the room with warmth and reassurance.

"Wonwoo just got back from work, I'll let you know my choice. Thanks for getting me these dresses, though," you informed Seungkwan.

Seungkwan hummed in acknowledgment. "Say hi to Wonwoo. I believe he'll choose the black one."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his teasing remark. "Shut up," you retorted playfully before ending the call.

As Wonwoo entered the room, his presence instantly filled the space with comfort and affection. His tie was discarded, and he loosened his blazer before casting a glance at the dresses laid out on the bed.

"Seungkwan got me these for tonight," you explained, gesturing towards the gowns. Wonwoo nodded in understanding as he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

"He has great taste," he murmured softly, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

A tender smile graced your lips as he pulled you closer, his embrace providing solace and reassurance. "You'll look good in everything," he added, his words washing over you like a comforting embrace.

You gently touched his arms, leaning into his embrace. "But don't you think they'll be too revealing? I could just wear the one I've already used."

Wonwoo shook his head, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "If you want to wear these, then wear them. I think you'll look absolutely gorgeous, whether in revealing clothes or not."

A surge of warmth flooded your chest at his words, his unwavering support comforting you. "However, I would love to see you in them," he added, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, turning your head to meet his gaze. "Really?"

Wonwoo nodded, his expression earnest. "Let's show them that you're hot, just like what Seungkwan said."

Your astonishment grew as you realized he had overheard your conversation with Seungkwan. "From which part did you hear us?" you asked curiously.

"From the start. I actually wanted to surprise you, but you were talking to him," Wonwoo confessed with a sheepish smile.

A moment of silence passed between you before he spoke again. "Actually, I want to thank him for getting you these dresses. I can't wait to see you wear it," he added, his excitement evident in his voice.

He gently withdrew his arms from your waist, turning your body to face him. His hands tenderly moved from your hair to your face, cupping your cheeks and stroking them softly. "I'd love to see you in the black one tonight," he murmured, his voice filled with affection as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

A warmth spread through you at his touch and words, reassurance flooding your senses. "Your friend knows me so well," he remarked, planting another kiss on your forehead before trailing down to your shoulder.

His gestures of love and appreciation enveloped you, melting away any lingering doubts or insecurities.

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You approached Wonwoo where he sat on the couch in the living room, a hint of uncertainty in your gaze. "Isn't it too revealing?" you asked, your voice tinged with self-doubt.

His breath caught in his throat as he took in your breathtaking appearance. The black dress hugged your curves in all the right places, accentuating your beauty in a way that left him speechless. The subtle yet alluring makeup only enhanced your features, drawing his eyes irresistibly to you. And the scent of your perfume, a familiar fragrance that never failed to captivate him, enveloped him in a heady mix of calm and desire.

As your hand moved to cover the revealed thigh, a part of you that he found utterly captivating, Wonwoo couldn't tear his gaze away from you. His heart raced with a jealous fervor, envying his own eyes for having the privilege of beholding your radiance.

"Is it not working?" you questioned, disappointment evident in your tone as he remained silent.

Unable to contain himself any longer, Wonwoo reached out to gently grasp your hand, pulling it away from your thigh. "No, it's not that," he finally managed to say, his voice filled with reverence and admiration. "You look absolutely stunning, beyond words."

Wonwoo sensed your apprehension and immediately shook his head, stepping forward to take your hand and press a tender kiss to it. "I can't believe I'm married to you. You look amazing, love," he murmured, lifting your hand and encouraging you to spin to showcase your dress.

As you twirled, a hint of uncertainty lingered in your mind, but Wonwoo's gasp of awe and promise to buy you countless dresses like the one you wore washed away your worries.

"You can wear anything you want, love. I can fight.," he declared, his words echoing your own inner resolve.

A smile graced your lips as you leaned in to peck his cheek, feeling reassured by his unwavering support. "I'll fight them with my whole life. But kiss me again, here and now," he requested, tapping his lips playfully.

You obliged, landing another gentle kiss, but before you could pull away, Wonwoo's grip on your head tightened, deepening the kiss into a passionate embrace. Lost in the moment, your hands instinctively found their way to his neck, reveling in the intimacy of the kiss that ignited a fiery passion between you.

"Should we skip the event?" he suggested with a mischievous smirk, tempting you with the idea of spending the evening wrapped up in each other's arms.

You playfully slapped his chest, chuckling at his suggestion. "Let's wipe your lips and let me fix my makeup. Seungcheol is going to kill you if we skip his birthday party," you reminded him, handing him a wet wipe.

Wonwoo chuckled as he wiped his mouth clean of your lipstick. "He loves me, he won't kill me," he mumbled before turning his gaze back to you. "So, what do you think?" he asked, anticipation dancing in his eyes as he awaited your response.

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baldursgrave69 · 4 months

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Watch Yourself - Mature

Rating: NSFW - MATURE, MDNI

Pairing: Enver Gortash x fem!durge (named)

Word count: 2.8K

Tags: MDNI, afab!durge, unprotected sex, piv, vaginal fingering, feelings, oral sex, bhaalspawn typical mentions of violence

While writing this I was listening to: The Summoning by Sleep Token

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Agnes impatiently tapped her foot as she waited for Enver Gortash to open the door. He had asked her to join him to discuss details regarding their plans to return to the Hells. She could hear his footsteps approaching, the lock on the door turning. Enver opened the door, a smile on his face as he greeted her. Agnes narrowed her gaze, his smile was suspicious, his eyes were beaming as he looked at her.

“I’m glad you could join me, come in,” Enver said, stepping aside to allow the bhaalspawn to enter. Agnes cautiously stepped into the room, immediately looking around for any exits. To her irritation, she noticed the only way in or out was the front door. Agnes surveyed the room, noticing a set table with two bowls of some kind of soup, chalices and a bottle of wine.

“This is unnecessary,” Agnes scoffed, crossing her arms.

“I disagree. It’s hardly wise to make plans on an empty stomach,” Enver said with a sly smile.

“I’m not hungry,” Agnes replied, eyes darting around the room. She felt entirely too exposed in the well lit foyer of his home, her hand resting on her dagger for safety. Enver chuckled, closing the door and walking towards Agnes. She eyed him suspiciously as he circled her, standing directly in front of the rogue.

“Your paranoia is unnecessary here. We’re partners, remember?” He said, his expression soft. Agnes was tense, studying the man’s demeanor. She was trying to decide whether he was being genuine or had an ulterior motive to inviting her here.

“Speak, then. What did you want to discuss?” Agnes huffed, removing her hand from her weapon and crossing her arms.

“Why don’t we sit. Not every interaction we have has to be about business,” Enver said, mild irritation in his voice at her immediate reluctance to join him.

“If we’re not discussing business this is a waste of my time,” Agnes grumbled, turning to leave.

Enver reached out to her, grabbing her wrist as she turned to leave. Agnes froze, her skin almost felt like it was on fire from his touch. She turned to look at him, her free hand grabbing the dagger at her side.

“Agnes, just let me in. I’m not going to hurt you,” Enver said quietly, his hand still wrapped around her wrist while the other grabbed the hand that was on her dagger. Agnes stared at him blankly, unsure what to do. She couldn’t remember the last time someone touched her like this and she allowed them to live. Everything inside her was telling her to run, to fight her way out if she had to. But something told her to stay. She didn’t speak or move, she just stared blankly at the man in front of her. He led her over to the table, pulling the chair out for her. She looked down at the chair and back up at him. Enver chuckled, releasing her hands and placing one on her shoulder.

“Sit,” he ordered, lightly pushing down on her shoulder. Agnes complied, sitting down in the chair and folding her hands in her lap awkwardly. Enver sat in the chair across from her, pouring wine in each of the chalices. He pushed one across the table to her, gesturing for her to take it. Agnes did not move, she just stared at Enver Gortash across the table.

He lifted the wine to his lips taking a sip as he watched Agnes across from him. She sat still, hands resting in her lap as her eyes darted around the room, mapping it out in case she needed to escape.

“You’re always so… tense,” he said as he watched her eyes dart about. She snapped her gaze back to him, watching a smile cross his face as she looked at him.

“I suppose I am,” she admitted, trying to relax her shoulders which were practically attached to her ears at all times.

“Allow me,” he said, setting his chalice down and standing. Agnes instinctively went to jump up, only for Enver to shake his head at her as he approached the back of her chair. He placed his hands on her shoulders, pressing his fingers tenderly into her tense muscles. Agnes froze, she felt entirely too vulnerable with the Baneite standing behind her like this, his hands so close to her throat.

“What are you doing?” she hissed, still feeling as if she couldn’t move.

“Just let me,” he said as he firmly massaged the tight muscles in her shoulders. The pressure caused a sigh to escape her lips involuntarily, her muscles were so sore from being so tight all of the time. She stiffened back up, feeling embarrassed at the sounds escaping her.

“Stop,” she hissed, trying to stand up. Enver pushed down on her shoulders, not allowing her to stand.

“No,” he said, continuing to massage her tight muscles. Eventually Agnes gave in, the relief she was feeling was too good to put up more of a fight. Enver used his forearm to press into the tight muscles, every touch releasing years of tension. Agnes closed her eyes, feeling relaxed for the first time in… well she couldn’t remember the last time she was relaxed. After a while, Enver stilled his massaging, but his hands lingered on her shoulders, his thumb rubbing small circles along the column of her neck. Agnes had her eyes closed, not noticing as he moved in front of her, kneeling down. She opened her eyes to find the man in front of her, his hand coming up to cup her jaw.

“Watch yourself, Baneite,” Agnes spat, attempting to pull away from his grasp.

“Just shut up for five minutes,” he hissed, pulling her closer to him. He hovered his face over hers, his eyes darting to her lips, full and drawn over with black lipstick. She glanced down at his, her heart pounding in her chest.

Enver pressed his lips to Agnes’, she was surprised at how soft they felt against hers. The hand on her jaw moved to the side of her neck, his other finding its way to her hip, squeezing slightly as he deepened their kiss. Agnes felt dizzy as he kissed her hungrily, an unfamiliar desire inside her growing intensely. Agnes felt like her chest was on fire, she needed to feel him, to touch him. She let her hands wander, one coming up to cup the side of his cheek, the stubble on his gruff face tickling her palm. She felt the tyrant's tongue press against her lips, asking for permission to enter. Agnes parted her lips, her tongue dancing with his, exploring the expanse of his mouth. Enver grabbed Agnes’ arms, placing them around his neck. He scooped his arms under her ass, picking her up swiftly without ever breaking the kiss. Agnes wrapped her legs around the man’s waist, nibbling at his bottom lip, her hands tangled in his hair. He pulled away for just a moment, eyes darting around the room for a surface to place her on.

Her eyes were wild as she looked at him, her heart pounding so hard she couldn’t think straight. Enver brought her over to his desk, placing her down and trailing sloppy kisses down her neck and chest. She groaned against him, one hand resting behind her on the desk.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you?” Enver said breathlessly, his teeth grazing Agnes’ neck as his hands wandered across her body. Agnes was too frazzled for words, moaning into him as his hand groped at her breast.

“Tell me you’ve wanted me too,” he growled, pulling away to look at her. Agnes rolled her eyes, scoffing as she put a hand on his chest to push him away from her. “Don’t be a brat,” he hissed, grabbing her jaw. “I see the way you look at me, Agnes. I know how you feel. I want to hear you say it,” he said in a low growl against her lips. She chased him with her own, only for him to pull away. “Ah ah,” he tuts, shaking her jaw slightly.

“You want me to say it?” Agnes hissed, wrapping her legs around Enver’s hips and pulling him towards her with unexpected strength. He nodded, his eyes half-lidded as he released her face from his grasp. She brought her lips up to his ear, a hand resting on the back of his neck.

“Ever since I first laid eyes on you I’ve wanted to cut you to ribbons. I can’t help but wonder what your blood would feel like flowing through my fingers, your insides spread before me like a work of art,” she whispered, her teeth grazing his earlobe. He let out a groan, pressing himself up against her, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Agnes could feel the growing tightness in his trousers as he rolled his hips against her.

“You’re disgusting,” she spat, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back so that he was looking at her. He had a sly smile on his face, his eyes zeroed in on her lips. She pulled him back into a kiss, all teeth and tongues as they hungrily devoured one another. Agnes had never felt a desire like this, a need to feel someone so close, to feel his heart beating and his blood pumping. She let her hands run across his body, trailing up his strong arms, feeling the hair dusting his chest as his shirt fell open slightly. She pulled away from him, tugging at the bottom of his tunic impatiently. He smirked as he removed it, pulling hers up over her head as well. His eyes trailed across her body, her bralette falling off of one shoulder. He pulled the other strap down, exposing her breasts to the air and causing her nipples to harden.

“Fuck,” he growled, latching his mouth to her collarbone and sucking on the flesh until it stung. Agnes’ head fell back, breathing heavily feeling the Baneite’s tongue flick across her nipple as he undid her bra, tossing it to the side. Agnes instinctively rolled her hips against him, chasing any pressure she could to relieve the tension growing below. Enver brought a hand between her legs, pressing his palm into her and pulling a guttural moan from her throat.

“You make such filthy noises, you know that?” he growled, applying even more pressure against her clothed clit. Agnes pushed the man off of her, hopping down from the desk.

“Shut up,” she snapped, circling him and pushing him up against the oak, her dexterous fingers unlacing his trousers. He watched as she pulled down his pants and smallclothes, his cock springing free with a smack against his abdomen. Agnes pushed Enver back against the desk further, one hand wrapping around his length. His breath hitched as he watched her spit into her hand and pump it up and down him, her other hand coming up to rest on his throat. She swiped her thumb across his head, causing him to let out a whimper. Her eyes darted up to his, a smirk crossing her face. She swiped her thumb along the tip again, pulling more filthy noises from him. She squeezed his throat slightly, continuing to pump his cock as he shuddered under her touch. Agnes could feel an all too familiar ache in her head with her hand wrapped around the column of his throat. She removed the hand from his throat, trying to shake that unmistakable ache from her head. Agnes dropped to her knees in front of him, licking a strip up the underside of his length.

“Agnes, I-” he started, immediately cut off by the sensation of her mouth wrapping around him. Her tongue swirled around his length, taking him deeper with each bob of her head. Enver went to tangle his hands into her hair, but she pulled back, the absence of her warmth pulling a groan from his throat. She shot him a poisonous look before returning to her work. Agnes braced herself against his thighs, taking his length in one swift motion, her nose buried against the patch of hair at his base. Enver let his head hang back, his hands gripping the desk, whimpers falling from his mouth as she gagged on his cock. She masterfully worked his shaft with her tongue taking him as deep as she could. He began to rut his hips against the back of her throat as he was getting closer to his release, the feeling of her swallowing around him making him dizzy. Agnes slowly and languidly pulled her mouth off of him, pushing herself up from between his legs to look at him. He was a mess, his hair pushed to one side, sweat dripping from his forehead. He looked at her with his eyes blown wide, impossibly hard, his cock throbbing with need.

“You’re pathetic,” she said with a smirk, wiping her mouth with her forearm. A growl escaped from him as he stood up, grabbing her hips and spinning her to push her against the desk. His fingers got to work unlacing her trousers quickly. He tugged at her waistband, wrenching both her pants and small clothes down to her ankles. Enver bent down in front of her, pulling her bottoms off swiftly. He looked up at her, pressing his hand against her knees to urge her to spread her legs. As she did he could see how wet she was.

“Do I really make you this wet?” he said with a proud smirk, dragging his fingers through her folds and admiring how visibly aroused she was.

“Gods, do you ever stop talking?” Agnes growled, grabbing him by his hair and pulling him into a kiss.

“Impatient, are we?” he said against her lips, picking her up and tossing her down on the desk, dragging the head of his cock along her folds. He lined himself up with her entrance, pushing his cock inside ever so slightly before pulling back out. Agnes groaned, pulling his face closer to hers.

“Don’t tease,” she hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist and forcing him inside her. She gasped at the feeling of her walls stretching around him, the sting of his cock splitting her open causing her head to fall back.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” Enver demanded, grabbing her face to look at him as he began pumping himself in and out of her cunt. She growled at him, locking her eyes on his as he picked up his pace, one hand bracing himself against the desk.

“Gods,” she moaned as he bottomed out, the feeling of his head dragging against her walls wrecking her each time. Enver pressed his forehead to hers as he continued to pump himself inside of her, moans and grunts falling from his mouth as he fucked her, desperately chasing his release. Agnes had one hand bracing herself against the desk, the other coming up to rest on the back of his neck. The ache in her head rushed back as images of her strangling the man in front of her flashed into her mind. Agnes closed her eyes, wrapping both hands around his neck and pulling herself closer to him.

“Fuck, Agnes, I’m so close,” he breathed, holding her tightly as he fucked into her, his pace becoming more erratic.

“Come for me then, Enver,” she whispered in his ear, feeling tears stinging her eyes as she tried to bite back the Urge to strangle him. She felt his motions still as he grunted, spilling inside of her.

“Hells,” he said against her neck, trying to catch his breath before pulling out of her. He leaned down to kiss her, but she ducked under him, grabbing her tunic from the desk and slipping it on.

“You’re leaving?” He asked breathlessly, watching as she pulled her clothes on and grabbed her weapons from the desk. She ignored him, sheathing her daggers at her sides and turning towards the door, pulling her boots on. Her head ached, she needed to get out of there immediately before she did something rash. Enver grabbed her arm, turning her to face him. She pulled her dagger on him, keeping him at a distance.

“Let me go,” she breathed, her eyes pleading with him. He released her wrist, his hands held up in defeat. He stood, still unclothed and speechless as she pulled her cloak over her head and rushed to the door. She took one more look at him before slinking out into the night air.

Agnes leaned up against the cool stone wall outside, taking in deep, ragged breaths. Her head swam as she tried to orient herself, the bile in her stomach threatening to come up. She knew she needed to sink her dagger into someone soon, lest she lose control over her body.

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hip-nautics · 30 days

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Levi, Being Present, Utilitarianism, and Ideologies

So Levi is not an "ideologies" guy. This is because ideologies usually look forward to some abstract ideal of a future, and Levi is focused on the *present*. This leads me to believe that Levi has exceptional mindfulness and being in the present, which is something that many of us, myself included, struggle to achieve. This is the kind of thing that people say meditation is good for, and they even call it a "practice", as in you have to "practice" meditation and mindfulness techniques, because this doesn't come naturally to most people. Most people are caught up in past or future, rarely living completely in the present. The benefits of being fully in the present and mindfulness are plentiful, and I don't need to go into them here. I'm also digressing from the main point of this post, so let me get on with it.

I'll copy an excerpt from a book I'm reading, "The Power of Now", by Eckhart Tolle:

"You will not have any doubt that psychological time is a mental disease if you look at its collective manifestations. They occur, for example, in the form of ideologies such as communism, national socialism or any nationalism, or rigid religious belief systems, which operate under the implicit assumption that the highest good lies in the future and that therefore the end justifies the means. The end is an idea, a point in the mind-projected future, when salvation in whatever form -- happiness, fulfillment, equality, liberation, and so on -- will be attained. Not infrequently, the means of getting there are the enslavement, torture, and murder of people in the present."

So the last sentence is a clear example of why Levi is not an ideologies kind of guy, because he understands this. The "highest good" that lies somewhere in the "future" is obviously not always guaranteed, and to Levi, doesn't justify the enslavement, torture, murder, or otherwise harm done to people in the *present*.

The only thing, then, that I'm finding contradiction with is the part about the "end justifying the means". In philosophy, the belief that the end result justifies the means is usually called Utilitarianism: as long as the end result was for the greater good, the means to get there doesn't matter (too much). The opposite would be Deontologist philosophy, which is that the only thing that matters are the *intentions* or the *means* of getting the end result, the actual end result doesn't matter.

Okay, so obviously I believe Levi is a Utilitarian. I think he cares about the end result being good, and he's okay with the means of getting there being not quite so good, as long as the end result was good. I'm thinking of his time in the Underground and what he may have had to do to protect and care for Furlan and Isabel, which may have included violence, theft, etc. There should be more examples of this too, but anyway it should be obvious that this is what he believes.

But on the other hand...if the "end justifying the means" is what characterizes ideologies, then how does one reconcile that? Well, I guess the simple answer to that is that even though ideologies may *propose* to be for the greater good (communism, nationalism, etc) there usually is some corruption, ulterior motives, and inefficiency in the application of the ideology, and also just uncertainty in that goal actually being attained. I think this is why Levi typically does not think the end justifies the means when it comes to bigger ideologies, because he simply doesn't believe (rightly so) in the promise of the "greater good" that they try to propose.

One remaining thought and question I have, then, is about Levi's sacrifices for the goal of the Survey Corps. He was okay with sacrificing so many of his comrades lives for the cause of the "greater good" because that's what his *comrades* believed in, and in valuing and honoring his comrades lives, he took their beliefs under his own responsibility to execute. In other words, these sacrifices were made only to give his comrades' lives value, and meaning, not because he necessarily agreed with the sacrifices himself. So I'm curious whether his *own* personal belief is that their sacrifice of their lives were *not* worth the end cause, because what they were fighting for was an *ideology*, and to him, ideologies about some abstract *future* are not worth the sacrifice of their lives in the *present*. To tie this back to the beginning of the post, the lives of his comrades, their *present* lives, were more valuable and worthy to him than their sacrifice for some uncertain, future "greater good" ideology. Like, I guess, would this have been his personal belief that he just pushed to the side, because his desire to honor and give meaning to his comrades lives was greater than his own personal belief?

#levi ackerman #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #meta #did this even make any sense?

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yuurei20 · 2 years

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Ace Fact Sheet

(Voted 16th-most-popular-character on the jpn server (tied with Sam and Trey) in a combination of seven different character-ranking surveys held throughout 2021)

At the beginning of the game Ace mocks the player character for being magically impaired, but then comes to accept them after the events of the prologue.

Ace will cheerfully speak his mind in every situation, sometimes to the point of derailing the mood of the room. He hates indecision, possibly due to his own quick decision-making nature.

We see Ace handle a variety of situations with ease, but he is often unmotivated when it comes to doing work. He seems to have little patience for those who struggle to achieve their goals and no particular goals of his own for the future, making him a mirror image of Deuce. It is particularly shocking for Ace when Deuce is the first of the two of them to learn his unique magic.

Floyd refers to him as Kani-chan (crab), and Rook calls him Monsieur Heart.

Ace has a brother 7 years older than himself who has already graduated from Night Raven College (while this brother has no official name, he is often called “Jack” by the jpn-server fan community for “Jack of Hearts”). Their parents are not magic users. Ace tells us, “When I got my letter of acceptance, my brother was even happier than my parents”.

In Deuce's ceremonial robes vignette, Ace is late to a ceremony where Deuce and Jack are awarded for their track and field achievements because he was up late the previous night, on the phone with his brother.

We learn that Ace’s brother is something of a prankster who once bought himself a luxury watch, presented it as a gift to Ace on his birthday (inside a box that he had Ace unwrap), only to say he was joking and swap it with another box as his “real” present, which was empty.

Ace speaks often of his brother, who taught him the importance of mixing lies with truth when trying to deceive someone, in order to sound more convincing. It may be from his brother where Ace has learned his more back-handed tendencies.

In his labwear event Ace asks Ruggie for permission to harvest mandrakes to help Ruggie with his side job, only to try and sneak away to sell the mandrakes on his own to pocket the profit.

In Ace’s school uniform vignette he offers to carry heavy bags of sugar and flour in exchange for “the piece of tart with the most cherries at the dorm’s tea party tomorrow”. When Trey asks “You don’t have some ulterior motive?” Ace responds, “You’re lookin’ at the very picture of innocence”, but by the end of the vignette it is revealed Ace was trying to trick Trey into revealing the topics on the history exam for first-year students.

According to Deuce, playing card games with Ace is impossible to enjoy, because he always cheats.

Ace taught himself sleight of hand tricks by watching his brother (to which Cater says ‘you’re the type to steal talents’). While his brother was his example, it is Ace’s magicless father who is the most talented of the three at sleight-of-hand and inspired both boys to pick up the hobby.

When the family comes together during holidays, Ace says that he, his older brother and father have competitions together to show off their tricks.

He is also capable of imitating the voices of his fellow students to an impressive degree, and was able to mimic a few lines in mole-language in order to talk to Heartslabyul’s hedgehogs, but he seems to have no talent for rote memorization.

He is also good at sports and refers to himself as a "promising newcomer" to the basketball team. He once saved Riddle from being struck by a Spelldrive disc by catching it in midair (although Riddle admitted he would have easily deflected the disc without Ace’s intervention).

Both Ace and Deuce challenge Riddle in a duel for the position of Housewarden of Heartslabyul dorm in Book 1, but Ace is disqualified for punching Riddle in the face after Riddle makes a disparaging remark about people with poor upbringing and magicless parents.

He is one of several reluctant participants in the Phantom Bride event, happy to mock Deuce from the sidelines until Riddle goads him into joining by insinuating he is a coward. In his Phantom Bride vignette it is revealed Ace is the only one of the first year students who has been in a relationship.

He had a middle school girlfriend with whom he would go with the amusement parks (but “she would refuse to ride anything but the merry-go-round and ferris wheel”) and movie theaters (where “she wouldn’t watch action and horror movies”).

He ghosted her after deciding they didn’t have enough in common. After a group of girls called him out for this poor behavior, he decided he prefers spending time with his male friends and that he has no more interest in relationships.

Despite this, Ace gives an impassioned speech to Eliza about how she will never be able to find someone who meets all her expectations and should instead be with someone who will stick with her “through all the hard times.” He also lectures her retainers for enabling her behavior (including references to Trey and Cater and their behavior towards Riddle).

In Ace’s vignette, Ortho applauds this unusual passion and sincerity, but Ace stubbornly insists it was an act he put on to save them from the ghosts. After seeing the abilities of Riddle, Rook, and other upperclassmen during the event, Ace decides he would like to “become strong enough to surprise them" and focus on his training rather than his love life.

In Book 1 on the ENG-server, there was a continuity error during Riddle’s overblot where Trey’s unique magic, “Paint the Roses”, was instead written as “Sleight of Hand”.

As of this writing (2022/9/3) Ace’s unique magic has yet to be revealed on either server, but it makes you wonder…

What we do know is that he seems to specialize in wind-magic, collaborating with Grim during the Prologue to control Grim’s fire magic with his own wind spells.

There is also an early-design-stages battle menu illustration in the game guide where the characters were originally going to be separated by elemental magics, with both Ace and Trey marked as having wind abilities. This is, however, a pre-finalized version of the characters, so Trey’s focus has possibly been changed.

Concerning Ace’s last name, I am going to quote Wikipedia: “Trappola is an early 16th-century Venetian trick-taking card game…It is also the earliest known trick-taking game where the ace has been promoted above the king.”

Some great artists for Ace fan-art and more (SFW, no story spoilers) Various characters but mostly Ace and Deuce

Various characters, largely Ace

Cute Ace, lots of Adeuce by this artist

Ace, interesting art style

Voice Ace is voiced by Yamashita Seiichirou (山下誠一郎), and he was a collaborator on the earlier Toboso Yana project Black Butler: Book of the Atlantic as Edward Midford. His other work includes Rekka Yukimura from Battle Spirits: Burning Soul, Naruse Kakeru from orange, Yagasaki-kun from Happy-Go-Lucky Days, Hosomichi Kudou from Rumble Garanndoll and Raiden Shuga from 86 -Eighty Six-. He is one of five voice actors that host the monthly Aniplex YouTube show Twisted Radio, and hosted the very first episode in June, viewable with English subtitles here.

He also hosted the most recent episode 6, which can be seen on Aniplex's YouTube Channel, here.

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Both times he appeared with Jack's voice actor, Taito Ban.

A fan-translated translation of an interview with Yamashita from the official twst fan book can be read here

Additional Fact Sheets ・Riddle Rosehearts ・Trey Clover・Cater Diamond ・Ace Trappola・Deuce Spade ・Leona Kingscholar ・Ruggie Bucchi ・Jack Howl ・Azul Ashengrotto・Floyd Leech・Jade Leech ・Kalim Al-Asim・Jamil Viper ・Vil Schoenheit・Rook Hunt ・Epel Felmier ・Idia Shroud・Ortho Shroud ・Malleus Draconia ・Silver・Sebek Zigvolt・Lilia Vanrouge ・Sam・Crewel・Trein・Vargas・Crowley

#twstcharactersheet #ツイステ #twisted wonderland #twst #Ace Trappola #Youtube

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melishade · 5 months

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Attack on Prime Chapter 75: Making Progress

Summary: The new 3D maneuver gears are finally available for the Survey Corps to test, and Eren is able to prove just how far he's come from Optimus' training.

Sneak Peak:

“Annie Leonhart is an ally?” Zackley asked with speculation, earning surprised looks from military personnel.

“For the time being,” Megatron answered as he handed Wheeljack the data pad back. The Wrecker quickly snatched it out of his servos, but not before earning a kick from Arcee.

“We are talking later,” Arcee whispered to him.

“But Optimus already tried to persuade Annie to join our side,” Pixis retorted, “How come you were successful?”

“Optimus fights for the justice and freedom of others,” Megatron glanced at Optimus, who kept a blank expression, “But justice and freedom on this world would be exterminating the people of Paradis. In all logic, Lionheart should be on the right side. But she’s completely aware that no matter what the Eldians do, they will always be persecuted as long as the power of the titans exists. If we establish communications with Cybertron, we can transport her and her father to Earth. But that’s only if she chooses to assist the island with information she knows.”

“Is Zeke Jaeger aware of this arrangement?” Optimus asked.

“I’ll inform him soon enough,” Megatron lied. He knew he couldn’t tell Zeke about Annie’s assistance. There was evidence that Zeke had ulterior motives, so it would be better to refrain from Zeke knowing about Annie.

“But this is great!” Hanji exclaimed, “We have more inside help from Marley, and we’ve just been informed from Hizuru that Wheeljack can go investigate more around the area for energon pockets.”

“I’m almost done with those 3D gear designs, so I’ll head over when I finish that,” Wheeljack informed.

“Wonderful!” Hanji smiled, “So I’ll tell the rest of the Survey Corps about our new arrangement. Thanks for meeting us out here.”

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raven-eruri · 2 years

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Levi takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and knocks. One time, gently, almost a rasp on the door. He waits, but there’s no answer, so he enters the room. Erwin is asleep at his desk — and for a second there, Levi forgets how to breathe.

The candles are burning low, and the golden shadows they’re casting are illuminating his skin. He’s resting with his head in his arms and his eyes close. He looks younger in his sleep — there’s a childish innocence in his face. Peaceful. A few strands of hair have escaped his neatly done fringe, and Levi has to resist the physical urge to put them back in place, to gently run his fingers into his blonde locks. He looks so beautiful Levi could cry.

He’s debating whether to wake him or simply go back to his own room when Erwin’s eyes flutter open.

“Levi?” asks Erwin sleepily. He’s smiling — and his smile is so soft, so different from the hardened Commander’s mask he wears all day.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. I — I saw light under your door, and I thought — maybe you’d be hungry,” Levi finishes weakly, gesturing to the tray in his hands.

“How thoughtful of you,” says Erwin, straightening up in his chair. He yawns widely, rubbing at his face as he does so. “Please, Levi, would you join me?”

“I —” Levi hesitates for a second. “You should go to bed, Erwin. You look exhausted. You’ll get wrinkles if you’re not careful,” he adds playfully.

“Ah,” Erwin laughs quietly, “that would be unfortunate, really. Still, I’m afraid I still have a lot to do tonight and I could use a break, if I’m being honest. Will you keep me company for a while?”

And how can Levi say no to that? Truth is, he’s perfectly aware that he’s incapable of saying no to anything Erwin may ask of him. So he puts the tray down on the small table in front of the fireplace and takes a seat on the couch next to it, letting himself sink into the cushions, crossing his legs.

“Well?” Levi says, raising an eyebrow. “Are you gonna take an actual break and come sit down with me, or are you only gonna pretend and keep working?”

“I need to finish that report, Levi.”

“Get your ass over here, Smith, or I’m going back to my room.”

And Erwin laughs. A real, genuine, honest laugh and Levi barely represses a smile of his own at the sight. When Erwin laughs, his whole face lightens up, and Levi thinks that he could stare at it for the rest of his life and die a happy man. It’s almost... painful. Watching him forget about the Survey Corps, and the titans, and the deaths, just for an instant. It makes him wonder if they had met in another life, in other circumstances, maybe, just maybe, things would have been different for them. His heart sinks in his chest, so Levi bends over and pours the tea into the small porcelain cups. He’s found them in Trost’s market one day and bought them with his first pay from the Survey Corps, and he remembers thinking that it was the first time he had something that was only his. He doesn’t mind sharing his cups with Erwin, though, because Erwin is the only reason he can even buy cups, let alone use them.

They sit quietly for a moment, next to each other, close enough to take comfort in each other’s proximity but far enough that they don’t actually touch. Erwin takes a sip of tea, cradling the cup into his hands, and leans back against the couch. He spreads his thighs in the process, so they brush lightly against Levi’s own for a split second, and the brief contact lights every nerve in Levi on fire. It’s unfair, really, how much Erwin can affect him. He never used to be like this before. He always despised physical contact. People are gross and filthy, and they always have an ulterior motive — sex, money, or murder. So, he avoided physical touch with a passion, but Erwin, Erwin is different. He’s bright and tall, and he smells like soap, after-shave, and the weird hair product he puts on his hair to make it stay in place. Levi doesn’t know what to do with that. He’s never met someone who made him feel like he just wanted to be — touched. He wants Erwin to touch him so bad it’s killing him. He has ruined him, he thinks; Levi is ruined now. He will never be able to focus properly ever again if Erwin is close to him — hell, even if he’s on the other side of the room.

“It’s nice, not being alone tonight,” Erwin says suddenly. He’s looking straight into the fire, and Levi knows what he sees in it — the faces of all those who gave their lives for Humanity. Levi doesn’t know what to say to that. He’s never been good with words. He kills titans; that’s what he does. Killing titans doesn’t require much eloquence. So he hums lightly, blowing on his cup.

“You should go to bed, Levi. You have training in the morning,” adds Erwin.

“So do you. And yet you will be writing your reports until your fingers don’t work anymore and the sun is rising. You’ll fall asleep at your desk like you were when I found you earlier, and your neck will be all sore and stiff tomorrow.”

Erwin smiles again, and oh, Levi relishes in the thought that his Commander’s smiles are scarce, but they’re reserved for him. It’s not much, but at least he has that — Erwin’s smiles.

“You take such good care of me, Levi. I don’t know what I did to deserve that.”

“Don’t be stupid. I’m merely trying to make sure you don’t kill yourself working so hard. The Survey Corps needs you.”

“Do they,” whispers Erwin, so low that Levi wouldn’t have heard it if he wasn’t sitting so close to him — when did he get so close?

They’ve done this a hundred times, sitting together quietly in the middle of the night, drinking tea, taking comfort in each other’s presence. But tonight — tonight feels different. Erwin is looking at him now, and there’s something in his eyes, something desperate almost, and Levi can’t look away, no matter how hard he tries.

“And what about you, Levi? What do you need?”

I need you, he thinks. I need only you, if you only knew, Erwin. But it’s Erwin Smith, and he’s merely Levi, just Levi, so he answers instead:

“I don’t need anything. You’ve already given me so much, Erwin. I mean — the Corps, they’ve given me so much. They’ve given me a purpose, I guess. I mean, I was nothing before, I was — I was just a scrawny rat from the Underground, and now I — I guess I know why I fight, and that’s something, right? That’s enough.”

Yes, that’s enough, he thinks. It’s more than most have, really. At least he has a purpose. He kills titans. It’s better than to rot in the Underground, away from the sunlight, waiting to either be gutted in the streets or to simply wither away in the darkness. It’s enough. He can be content with being on the surface. And even if he sometimes indulges in dreaming about being more — well, that’s just dreams, isn’t it? Everybody has them, it’s a human thing, and he’s human, after all. God, he’s only human.

“But you deserve so much more than just fighting, Levi. You don’t know, do you? Goddamn, you have no idea.”

Erwin is close, he’s so close Levi could count his eyelashes, and they’re so blond and thick, framing his piercing blue eyes, and — when did he get so close? Levi can barely move, and suddenly he can’t stand it. He really should get out of here before he embarrasses himself, even more, so he stands up abruptly, nearly toppling down the table and the cups because he has no idea how to do this — whatever this may be.

But Erwin stands up too, towering over him — Fuck, why does that man have to be so tall? And he’s looking at Levi, but Levi keeps his eyes away from him, fixed on the floor, away from Erwin’s gaze, because he knows that if he looks up, he’ll —

“Levi... look at me,” asks Erwin, gently, oh so gently. “Please,” he adds.

So Levi obeys.

And the moment he does, he’s lost. Utterly, completely, and unconditionally.

Darling | NSFW

#eruri #eruri fanfic #eruri fic #erwin x levi #levi ackerman #erwin smith #eruri smut

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simstryingtheirbestok · 1 year

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All right. Time out.

With Velma now at five romantic interests, it's time to start narrowing the playing field a little, at least temporarily.

That's right! It's time for me to humbly request that a few kind souls help me pick

I have put together a survey of the men of Elmira City, categorized into two groups, main contenders and long shots. The main contenders follow beneath the cut.

(Note that in many if not MOST of these stupid pictures, I've left the mouse pointer hovered over the dude's clothing in CAS, making it appear lighter and more translucent and just generally funny-looking, you know how it does? That's the kind of ineptitude I bring to the table, yeah. I'm sorry about that.)

Main Contenders

Andy Oswald

Velma's first, and certainly one she was, ah, proud to share with the wider world. Andy's a Natural Cook working in the culinary career and if he looks familiar, that's because I'm pretty sure all I did here was download u/Timely_Emotion9259's base Sim, Alex Howard, add freckles, and make his hair red.

Velma hasn't really kept up with Andy since then, but he lives just next door to her at 71 Calypso Street, so she could always pick things up where she left off.

Marco Chavez

A family-oriented virtuoso currently managing a dark-wave band, Marco is very into Velma, and in her own weird, semi-detached way, Velma is very into Marco. The problem wouldn't be getting her knocked up by him--the problem would be keeping Marco from trying to take up permanent residence in her life afterwards.

Ian Rudd

Yet another musician! In contrast to Marco, Ian's a lot better about taking Velma as she comes, and not trying to slut-shame her into bourgeois decency. In fact, I like everything about Ian except... his genes. They're pretty much identical to Velma's: Black hair, blue-green eyes. Then again, that's not the worst combination.

Evan St. Germain

I almost put Evan in the long shot category, because when I last checked on him, homie was sporting a -50 Betrayed moodlet over Velma. Dude, you can't claim exclusive rights to a person you just met that day!

On the other hand, Evan has a point about the need to be careful with the feelings of others and, although Ian describes Evan as thin-skinned, Ian may have had an ulterior motive in doing that (that ulterior motive being, essentially, Velma).

Evan and Velma were getting along famously right up until that trip to the park. Can this relationship be repaired/saved long enough for Velma to birth Evan's baby? But what will that do to Evan's feelings? 😨

Victor Bradley

The latest notch in Velma's hot pink belt, Victor's life's dream is to become a Star News Anchor. He's a bookworm like Velma, so they have that in common. Their relationship, such as it is, is too new for me to have much insight into it. I did catch him making the bed, so he either has the Neat trait or the Perfectionist one. I'm very cool with either.

He is shown here in his formal wear because I found him out clubbing, and was too lazy to switch tabs in CAS to his regular, everyday outfit.

Similar genetics issue to Ian Rudd, although I think Victor's eye color is at least different.

Next: The long shots!

#ts3 #ts3 legacy #sims 3 #sims 3 legacy #planetary legacy #generation mercury #pick velmas baby daddy

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shmothman · 2 years

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Judgement | Forgiveness

Part Twelve

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“My dear lost one, how good to see you again.”

You’re coming out of Cyllene’s office in the Galaxy Hall, getting ready to leave on another survey mission, when Cogita’s voice surprises you, making you turn. You haven’t seen her since you fled to her Ancient Retreat—seeking help for your injured pokemon and your injured heart—many months ago. She does visit Jubilife somewhat often, though you think she probably spends more time with the Diamond and Pearl Clans than she does with the Galaxy Team, if only because they’re closer to her home; but you’ve been gone most of the past few months and haven’t run into her.

The hem of her long, black dress skims the floor as she approaches you, smiling enigmatically. “Have you been well?”

You wave to her, and you remember (with a touch of embarrassment) that the last time she saw you, you were sobbing. “Hello, Cogita,” you smile back. “I’m alright, all things considered. How’re you?”

“I am so glad to hear that,” she says, and you can see in her eyes that she means it. She always seemed to worry over you, while you were trying to close the rift, and later as you collected the plates. “Do you have time to take a walk, before you leave on your mission? I’ve something I’d like to share with you.”

You nod, and Cogita leads you out of the Galaxy Hall, her gloved hands swishing at her sides as she slowly walks with you down Floaro Street. “That young woman, Tsumugi, told me of the Togekiss you helped recently,” she says pointedly.

Your stomach drops. Though, you suppose, if anyone would be able to figure it out, it would be her. You shouldn’t have expected anything less.

“Yeah,” you say; and then, quietly, looking around to make sure no one is paying attention, “her trainer was hurt.”

Cogita lowers her own voice to match. “And is her trainer alright, now?”

You’re surprised at the concern in her tone. In all the times you had seen her and Volo in the same room, they had only ever seemed like passive aggressive enemies; or at least, she was toward him. He had seemed rather content to ignore everything but the myths she had to share.

She must sense your surprise, because she sighs. “I do not pretend to like him. However, I do care what happens to him,” she says. “I am not heartless toward my own kin, however distant.”

That gives you pause. “Kin?”

Cogita smiles sadly, looking up toward the clear blue sky. “You know that he is a descendant of the Celestica people, yes?”

You nod. He mentioned it, atop Mt. Coronet; and then again when he told you he wanted to stay in Hisui.

“I am, as well. It is a long story, and not one for today, I think. But we are both of the ancient people of this land.”

You think of the necklace he wore, at the Temple of Sinnoh, and you realize, belatedly, that it matches the charm on Cogita’s dress.

“Oh,” you say, a bit lost for words. And then, “he’s okay.”

Cogita nods, then pauses to wave at one of the old ladies in the hair parlor. When she looks back at you, her gray gaze is piercing. “Why do you still visit him?”

Suddenly, the ground is very interesting. You kick a rock.

“I apologize,” she says. “I know it is not my place to ask. I simply wish to make sure you are alright. You were in such pain after he...” she trails off and is silent for a moment. “There has always been a dangerous ambition in him.”

You suppose their relationship makes a bit more sense now, if she had suspected him of ulterior motives from the beginning. Still, you had always bristled at the way she dismissed him.

You have to will your voice to remain steady, the emotion of his betrayal still not entirely dampened by the time you’ve spent with him, the apologizing he’s done. “Did you know?” You ask. “What he was planning, I mean.”

“Good heavens, no,” Cogita replies with a wave of her gloved hand. “But ever since I met him, legends have been the only thing he cared about. Would that he cared equally about his duties...”

You give a short, bitter laugh. “His duties as a merchant, you mean.”

“Of course,” Cogita says. “Ginter of the Ginkgo Guild gave much to make sure that boy had a place, you know.”

That kindness doesn’t negate the fact that he wanted something else for himself, you think. Out loud you say, “he never had a choice about what to be, though.”

Cogita blinks, caught off guard by your sudden defensiveness. “It is rare that any of us does.”

“But we should.”

She stops walking, though she doesn’t look angry; only sad, the wrinkles beneath her eyes more pronounced than ever. “We all have a role to fulfill in this life. Fighting it, self pitying... those things will never help us. They will only hurt the ones who depend on us.”

You stop, too. Oh. She’s speaking from experience. You remember her saying how her duty was to pass along the knowledge of the myths and legends entrusted to her, when the time was right. And you remember her speaking of being left behind.

No wonder she disliked Volo so much. He spent so much of his time shirking what she perceived as his duty in favor of chasing his passions. Does Cogita have a passion she was never able to follow, in the pursuit of her sacred duty? Would she change the trajectory of her life, if she could?

You sigh, letting the moment go, and you both continue walking. “I’m not defending what he did, Cogita. But I also don’t blame him for chasing what he cared about.”

Neither of you speak for several moments, and it’s quiet but for the sounds of the village, and the crunch of the path underfoot.

“And, for the record,” you continue, “I’m still visiting him because... he regrets a lot of things. And I don’t want him to have to be alone.”

You both walk in silence for a while, ambling slowly toward the Village Gate.

“I have lived a long life,” she finally says. “Longer than you know. But after you came into this world... after you allowed me to put my duties to rest, at long last... I have choices ahead of me, for the first time in a very, very long time.” She smiles gently. “It seems that I still have much to learn, about life, about other humans, and about pokemon. And I will thank you, for reminding me of that fact. I simply also ask that you be careful with your heart. You are so very young, and so very bright. You are kind, and I do not wish to see you hurt because of it.”

You can’t help the blush that rises in your cheeks when she speaks of your heart. Does she know? Does she know the things that you can’t admit to yourself, late at night?

“Thank you, Cogita,” you manage. “I’ll, um. I’ll do my best.”

Satisfied, she nods. And then she claps her hands in front of her chest. “Oh!” She says. “I nearly forgot what I wanted to tell you about in the first place!”

Her tonal shift catches you entirely off guard, and you give her a quizzical look.

“Have you heard of the Forces of Nature?”

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“Volo?” You ask carefully, sitting by the stove as he peels the sootfoot root, slices it, and drops it into the pot.

He hums in response.

You’ve been trying to find a good way to bring it up, but you just can’t. He deserves to know, though, so you’re just going to have to come out with it.

“I... spoke with Cogita, the other day. She knows I’m visiting you.”

His hands still, and you watch as several emotions war in his eyes. “I...” he starts, then sighs heavily. “What did she say? Has she told anyone else?”

You both know that secrecy is still of the utmost importance. Although it’s been months, by now, no one in the village—or the clans—would be happy if they found out that you were still buddy-buddy with the one who created the rifts, and caused so much trouble for the people of Hisui. You don’t really know what would happen if everyone found out. But it probably wouldn’t be good.

“She hasn’t told anyone,” you assure him. “She asked if you were okay.”

That gives him pause, confusion coloring his features. “...She did?”

You nod, looking down into your teacup, watching the steam rise into the air. “She figured out that you were hurt, and that I came to help you.”

He resumes his peeling, attempting to seem uncaring. “I’m surprised she’d care either way.”

There’s a bitterness in his voice, and you have to tread carefully. “She doesn’t hate you, you know.”

“She certainly never liked me.”

That, you won’t try to argue. But... you do think he deserves to know what you’ve realized about her. “She’s been carrying the burden of her duties for a long time. I think it made her upset to see someone chasing their passion instead. I’m not saying she shouldn’t have been nicer to you... but you also did try to use her knowledge to... um. Destroy the world.”

Volo looks at the ground, sufficiently abashed, and immediately, tears spring to his eyes. You think you might have gone a little bit too far... but if you can’t speak candidly about your past, you’ll never be able to be on equal ground again.

Unfortunately, you don’t know where to go from here.

You open your mouth to say something, anything, to comfort him and remind him that you forgive him for that, but his lower lip wobbles, and he very quietly says, “I didn’t want to destroy the world.”

Your mouth closes. And opens again. And closes again. And you blurt out, “then why did you say that?”

Atop Mt. Coronet, he had told you he would destroy Hisui, and everything you hold dear. If he hadn’t wanted that, hadn’t truly wanted to remake everything, then...?

His voice is so small as he stares at the peeling knife in his hands. “I didn’t... I don’t know,” he says, and tears gather and fall from his eyes. “I was just... so angry. I wanted—I needed you to fight me. That was the only path I saw forward. So I just started saying anything to hurt you. I was so jealous—” He shakes his head, and more tears fall to the floor. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why—”

You can’t help it, you set down your tea and move to his side, tears gathering in your own eyes. The knife clatters to the floor as you wrap your arms around him, and in his distress, he doesn’t hesitate to return your embrace. He rests his head against your shoulder, and you can feel the shaking of his shoulders as he cries.

“I’m sorry,” he says, muffled against your clothes. “I don’t want to hurt you, I’m sorry—”

“I know,” you tell him. “I believe you.” And you do. You do believe him. Even if he had wanted to hurt you then, you know that he doesn’t anymore. He had been so angry, when you fought. So desperate. So enveloped in that horrible fervor to meet Arceus. But if he regrets his actions now... if he will do his best to never get caught up in that fanatic’s fantasy ever again... then you’ll be here to help him. To stroke your fingers through his hair as he cries, to rub soothing circles on his back, to remind him you forgive him.

To remind him that you care about him.

It isn’t long before Arcanine comes inside to investigate the commotion, and, seeing the two of you entangled together, she comes to join you, nosing her wet snout in between your chest and his. You laugh, and Volo lets out a pitiful sniffling chuckle of his own before reaching out to pet her head.

“C’mere, Arcanine,” you say. “You can have a hug too.”

Tail thumping, Arcanine joins the group hug. The pot on the stove simmers, and the sun begins to set.

After a long while, Volo clears his throat, leaning back from your hug. His eyes and cheeks are tinged red, and he won’t meet your eyes, though his hair is mostly covering them anyway.

“Um,” he says eloquently. “Thank you. Again.”

You roll your eyes fondly, reaching out to brush a stray tear from his cheek. “‘S nothing to thank me for.”

He shakes his head with a small smile. “It’s everything to thank you for.”

And as he returns to the simmering pot, reaching for the carved ladle and bowls, you’re glad his back is to you—because the burning of your cheeks is far too obvious for your liking.

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Estocolmo 2

Hannibal x Reader

Masterpost

First Chapter

Warnings: 18+ Oral M receiving, daddy kink, someone walks in

Word count: 5.7k

Chapter Two

The light streaming in through the window woke you up. You curled up in the soft silk sheets, listening to Hannibal’s hums coming from the bathroom. Deciding there wasn’t much more to do than doze, you did just that, taking your time to enjoy your Monday morning. His bed was much softer than the hand me down one you kept at home. You really could lay here forever.

It wasn’t until the bed dipped that you opened your eyes. He was all ready dressed and groomed to the nines. The navy sweater and grey trousers seemed as homey as the man allowed himself to be.

“Hello, handsome,” you greeted.

“Good morning, darling.” Hannibal cupped your face gently, smiling when you leaned into his touch. “It’s marvelous to see you so relaxed, it’s not a sight I get to see often. You’re divine.”

“Devine,” you scoffed in disbelief, “I haven’t had a glimpse of it yet, but I’m sure I look nothing less than a wreck.”

Hannibal’s thumb stroked your jaw, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. “When it’s my fault you look so utterly debauched, I can’t lie and say my pride doesn’t play a factor.”

“There it is,” you couldn’t help rolling your eyes as you dropped a kiss to his hand, “Always taking pride in everything you do. However, much to your dismay, I’m going to have to destroy your masterpiece. A shower does sound perfect right now.”

“Of course, I took the liberty of running a bath for you.”

“Sweet man,” you smiled fondly at him.

Bringing you closer he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. As always, he left you wanting more. This time though, you didn’t chase after him. The night of fun was done. All that was left was the goodbye to wrap up the event completely. Some part of you wanted to push that time back.

You hummed lightly, “You enjoy making it hard to not miss you.”

“All the sweeter when we reunite.”

“Sure, whatever you say.”

He tapped your cheek playfully, “Take your bath. I’ll have breakfast ready by the time you’re done.”

Getting out of bed, you stretched. Hannibal’s fingertips ghosted along your spine. “From the looks of it, you’d be happier to help.”

“Simply admiring… You truly are a thing of beauty.” he squeezed your hip before taking his hands away, “I’ll leave some of my things for you to wear on the bed.”

Walking into the bathroom, you were taken by the soft scent of nearly familiar perfumes you’d wear, his cologne lingered ever so slightly. A perfect mix of the two. Looking in the mirror, you surveyed the wreckage. Runny mascara, smudged over lipstick, and rather large hickies scattered across your body did make you look like the definition of debauched. The neck didn’t have as much damage, but covering the few there would still be a pain. So much for keeping things hidden from others. Grabbing the pack of makeup wipes on the counter, you started cleaning up knowing you’d find it to be too much of a chore after the bath.

It was welcoming when you finally got into the still warm bath. Hot water made you relax further as your body let go of the last bit of tension it held. The products seemed to match the ones you usually used, if not make yours seem like cheap dupes. Your lip quirked at that realization, the gentleman seemed to have had ulterior motives after all.

You took your time washing up, deciding time to relax was sparse so you may as well take advantage of the small time frame you did have. A soft knock at the door pulled you back to the present. “Afraid I drowned?” You asked teasingly as the door opened.

Hannibal offered a quiet chuckle as he walked over and perched on the side of the tub, “Asleep more like.”

You didn’t bother hiding yourself. He’d probably be able to draw you from memory by now if you were being honest. “I do have a question.”

“What is it, darling?”

You gestured to the soaps, “Did you have any plans in particular for our night?”

“Not exactly. The night ended perfectly- you wouldn’t mind me saying-” Hannibal tapped your chin affectionately when you smiled, “but there wasn’t anything other than pure intentions when I purchased them. The scent reminded me of you and I thought if you drank too much or there was a storm, those kinds of things, it would be good to have something for you to use. Sending you out into possible dangers was never something left to chance. You’d be safer with me.”

“Ever the good host,” you said, taking his word for it, “Thank you for thinking of me, Hannibal.”

“Always.” Hannibal rolled up his sleeves, moving to sit behind you. “Lean back for me.”

You turned to look at him questioningly, “What are you doing?”

“I find it very important to take care of my partners just as much after. You didn’t give me much of a chance last night. While I’m here, I may as well make myself useful.”

Allowing him to turn you forward again before he grabbed the shampoo and conditioner. You sighed heavily as he massaged the shampoo in, his fingers working magic. “You took care of me,” you argued, “Asked me what I wanted and gave it to me. I didn’t want anything else.”

“It’s just as much for me as it is for you,” he stated, running some water through your hair, “I like to make sure nothing was too much or that you’re not telling me if it was.”

“I’m as good as I’ve been in a long time. Really. If I hadn’t wanted something to happen I would have stopped you. Though, if I had known things would have ended like this I would have stopped by when we had more time. Testing before winter break would have been all that much easier.”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t be of service earlier,” he mused. “A difficult time that must have been for my sweet girl. Poor thing.”

The urge to sink into the water was strong as you felt the smallest bit of pride at the endearment paired with an equally small bout of jealousy that you shared it with his other partners. It was snuffed out quickly. Perhaps you’d entertain this for a while, but it wouldn’t last. He liked a life that was above and usually too stiff compared to your own. The pair of you weren’t meant to work long term and that was fine. A simple passing thing between friends was the most this would be.

Things went back to business as usual after that night. There weren't any intense feelings or need for Hannibal. There wouldn’t be any time to entertain the idea even if they had popped up. Not with this insane work piled on top of you and the final test you needed to study up on. The most you had seen him was in passing or when he’d drop off a meal every so often. Though you wouldn’t lie and say your mind hadn’t found itself wandering every so often.

There was nothing you could do about that, so instead you took shifts, grading work then studying. Rinse and repeating the cycle as long as you could handle it. Your head was pounding before you knew it, but all of this needed to be done. A little bit longer, you reminded yourself as you took a couple headache pills.

The buzzing of your phone vibrating on the desk startled you. “Hi, dad,” you sighed, stuck with this particular pain.

“Hey, pretty girl, how have you been?”

Pretty girl, you scoffed inwardly. You had to give him credit- at least he was pretending to be interested this time. That was rare. “Nothing much. Work. School. The usual. It’s been heavy lately.”

“Yeah, of course, things get like that. So listen, your mom and I are running real low late-“

“I already told you I wasn’t any good for money. I’m barely making ends meet as it is… I already sent you the last $600 I could,” you rested your head in your hands, “I’m sorry.”

“Well, what the fuck do we send you to that school for,” he shouted, “It’s a waste of time. You’re not gonna make anything of yourself. All you do is waste fucking time. Everything we do for you and you just take it all for granted. What type of selfish bitch of a kid doesn’t try to help out her parents?”

“Yeah, dad, I take everything for granted. Putting myself through school should have been a breeze. Juggling school and two jobs? Simple fucking shit right? You should know, right? Wait… you couldn’t even raise your kid could you?” You snapped the stress getting to you. “Why the hell do you always do this to me?”

No response. He hung up. The truth of the matter seemingly too much for him. No. That was too much credit. He knew you wouldn’t send him anything. Try again some other time. Sighing you set the phone down. Your throat felt like it was closing and your head was pounding. A couple tears fell, soon followed by a quiet sob. You didn’t want anyone to see, but the stress was getting to you. Try as you might, you weren’t made of stone.

You hadn’t noticed when Hannibal had walked in for a usual evening check up. “Darling girl,” his accented voice was laced with worry as he walked toward you, “What’s wrong?” Hannibal crouched near your chair as he wiped away your tears.

“Everything went to my head. It’s nothing. I’m okay,” you swallowed thickly, as you attempted to stop the crying and sniffling, not meeting his eye just yet.

Hannibal grabbed your chin gently, forcing you to look at him. “Nothing more?”

“Nope,” you shook your head, giving him a slight smile, “Just school and a headache. Thank you for checking on me. I appreciate it.”

He looked you over, not believing you but unwilling in prodding you further. “It seems a break is in order.”

“I can’t, Hannibal,” You gestured to the papers and books around the desk, “The sooner I’m done with all this the better. I just want to go home.”

Hannibal started to pick up your things, he wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer this time. “We’ll go to my office, you’ll eat, I’ll grade the work and ask you questions. Follow me.” Before you can get a word in, he turned heel, leaving you to quickly scramble behind him.

The office had the same comforting feel his home did. Though you weren’t sure many besides you felt comfort in his presence. Hannibal Lecter was by all means an intimidating man, even when you did feel like you were close to him. Closer now, you corrected thinking about the fading bruises under your shirt and the sweater he had let you borrow that you had yet to return. Still there was something about his presence that invoked a feeling of calm in you, even with that spike of something questionable. He seemed to always have all the answers and knew exactly what to do with any situation.

“Here,” Hannibal placed a Tupperware and drink on your side of the desk, “You really shouldn’t be spreading yourself so thin, love. It isn’t good for such a delicate thing.”

“I’m hardly delicate.” You grabbed the food giving him a grateful smile. “I’ve got it all handled. It’s just finals and everything stacked up. The future. I stumbled a bit, is all.”

Hannibal sat on his side and started shuffling through your papers. “Nonetheless, I wish you didn’t strain yourself so much.”

“Not all our days can be a nice weekend together,” you pecked at the salad, as much as you wanted to grab some papers off the stack you knew he would never allow it, “Life is still as frustrating as ever.”

“What did they say?” Hannibal asked, nipping the problem at the bud. If you wouldn’t start the conversation he would.

You sighed, “Something along the lines of ‘waste of time’ and ‘selfish bitch’ really wasn't the worst thing he's ever said. I was just already at my endpoint. I’m pretty sure if I dropped my pen I would have had a similar reaction.”

“Being at your end doesn’t justify mistreatment.”

“I know,” you shrugged, “but I don’t have it in me to argue anymore. Deaf ears and all that. What’s the point?”

“The point is making it known that you won’t tolerate that behavior.”

“I’m just tired and disappointed. A part of me is considering just going into the world on my own. The only family that really cares has passed on, what’s the point of hoping my parents would ever consider changing.” You coughed lightly, clearing your throat. This was too much of a therapy session for your taste. “I’ve already made it up in my head that I’m going to wait a year before getting back in school. You know, save any penny I can. These past four years even with aid and scholarship money has been hell. I’m going to be 24 and there’s still just so much to do.”

“I can’t say I envy you,” Hannibal shook his head, “The uncertainty in those years is unmatched.”

“It’s hard to imagine you uncertain of anything. You seem to always know exactly what to do.”

Hannibal scoffed lightly, “Only because time has granted me certain wisdoms. When I was younger I was lucky enough to appeal to someone with my artistic talent and stories of my past. Though I’d like to think it was the former that earned me my scholarship. I may not have had the exact struggles you did, but we’ve all been through situations we needed to push past. It comes in time. Once you get there, you’ll go through life with grace.”

“Well, I don’t have any reservations about using my past. Would you be my mentor?” You joked, for the most part.

“A five year forward request,” he mused, “Are you certain you’d enjoy me that much as a mentor?”

“Someone is gonna have to teach me the ropes,” you shrugged, “We’re more than comfortable with each other and I already know how pleasurable time with you can be, why not learn a couple of things from your infinite wisdom?”

His lip quirked, “Glad to know your thoughts are nothing less than wholesome.”

“Only the purest.”

You ate your dinner as he asked questions. It was a bit unfair, probably, you knew he had helped form the test. Then again, you knew your boss and it was more than likely all of Hannibal’s work. So this little run was sure to be a preview of what to expect. Still, the questions he asked were far from simple, despite how much you studied. Sometimes a raised brow would tell you, you needed to think again. Other times you’d get a soft praise thrown your way that would immediately make you think of when he was against you.

“A few more for me, darling girl. You’re doing so well.”

Your face heated up as you remembered the exact moment he said something nearly identical.

Hannibal looked at you over a paper, a smirk playing on his lips, “You’re looking a bit distracted, are you alright?”

“You know what you did, jerk.”

“Do I?” He laughed.

You shook your head, “You’re unbelievable.”

Hannibal continued grading, rattling off questions off the top of his head. You mind however, wandered. Answering his questions absentmindedly, more preoccupied with memories than the matter at hand. The way his hands felt. His breath against your chest as he chased his high. The gentleness the morning after as he helped you into his clothes, giving you a last kiss before breakfast. A lingering regret at not getting to thank him back properly. He would be the perfect distraction now that you thought of it.

“I won’t help you if you prefer to daydream.”

“I wouldn’t be daydreaming if you didn’t decide to help me in the first place.”

“Touché.”

“Think I’m all done studying. I’m tired of it,” you sighed, stretching, “I want to do something else.”

Hannibal looked at you, brow raised. “What’s that sweet girl?”

You shook off some nerves. As much as the two of you had already done, he was still an intimidating man. His eyes followed as you stood and walked around the desk. Hannibal brought your hand up to his lips. You trailed it along his jaw, feeling the rough stubble that just started coming in, buying yourself some time to steady yourself. A raised brow questioned what you’d do next, but otherwise he leaned into your touch.

“I wanted to thank you for everything. For how good you are to me.”

“I don’t expect anything in return,” he assured.

“Yeah, I know,” you sunk to your knees in front of him, tracing your fingertips up and down his thigh slowly, looking up at him, “but I want to take care of you too.”

He toyed with a strand of your hair, looking almost bored as he leaned back in his chair. “That isn’t necessary, little one, I enjoyed watching you.” Still there was a glint of something in his eye that told you he was interested, merely teasing with the show he just wanted something more from you.

You bit your lip, pondering at what he had deemed missing. The title. A thing that had slipped past your lips embarrassingly but one he had used with stupor throughout the night. Hands settling on his knees, you pushed them apart so you could settle there more comfortably. A pout, “Please, daddy, I’ve wanted to since we met.”

“Always an eager plaything,” he sighed checking the clock on the wall, “I suppose daddy can make some time for his girl.”

That was enough for you to start undoing his belt. Despite the bored act, his half hard cock betrayed him and told you exactly how much he had been interested. You palmed him through his boxers, he didn’t give you the pleasure of hearing anything from him, but that’s alright you didn’t mind earning it. Once you were satisfied with how hard he was, you pulled him out of the boxers. Leaning back on your knees you took it in, unsure if you could fit the length of it in completely.

Hannibal took in your hesitation. Using a finger he tilted your head up to look at him in the eye. “We don’t have to do anything if you aren’t okay with it now. A change of mind is more than alright.”

“No. It’s not that I want to,” you licked your lips, as if to prove how okay you were you wrapped your hand around him, thumb tracing a prominent vein, “I was just wondering if it would fit all the way in.”

He let out an amused huff, shaking his head, “I’m sure you’ll try your best, ridiculous girl.”

Leaning in you pressed a kiss to the head. Just a little more time to work up the courage. You kissed along the shaft, mapping out every vein. Your tongue traced its way back up, catching a taste of precome that had beaded on the head. An encouraging hand threaded itself in your hair, never pushing for more than you were willing to give.

A knock at the door, interrupts the scene.

“A moment,” Hannibal calls out to the person. “Get under the desk,” he said as he started to hide away any evidence that he was with anyone. Your appearance wasn’t completely ruined, not to his taste at least, but the messed up lipstick and slightly ruined hair wouldn’t take much mental work for someone to come to the correct conclusion.

Taking his instruction you got under the desk as he fixed his own appearance, suit jacket over his arm to hide himself. Walking over to the door, “Mr. Henderson,” he greeted, pleasantly, “Please, come in.”

“Hannibal, sorry about stopping by so late,” you heard the door close as the two walked over.

“Nonsense. If anything, the company is welcomed.” Hannibal took his seat, pulling his chair in close, to make sure you were hidden away.

“I was actually going to see if I could convince you to stay.”

Mischief sparked as you grew bored with their droning conversation. Thankfully he had decided to get rid of his belt fully. It didn’t take much to free him again. He spread his legs, attempting to give you the most space possible under the cramped desk. You pumped him in your hand, getting him back to how you had him. The other hand tugged softly at his balls. You wouldn’t be able to put him in your mouth properly with this angle. Instead you satisfied yourself with sucking on the sides of his cock.

“The students adore you,” the other man countered whatever Hannibal had said, “Honestly your classes are killing Jacob’s with every exam.”

“I take great pride in my students. They are an extension of myself. How well they do is a direct reflection of my skill as a teacher,” he sighed, “I have a couple of people in mind that could fill my roll, I’ll ask people to see who’s interested.”

“Still Jacob’s is slacking too much, I may take away his student aid privileges. I see her around here more often than I ever see him.”

You gave a particularly hard suck to a seemingly sensitive spot as his hips had stuttered ever so slightly. No evidence of any misconduct came from his voice as he said, “Oh her? She is a very good girl. Motivated. Never complains about a thing.”

You felt Hannibal throb against your mouth. Taking a break you leaned your head on Hannibal’s thigh, as fun as it would to mess with him more, you knew he took great pride in his social image. Besides, you had wanted Hannibal’s full attention anyway. His hand came down to your hair, subtly showing that he was still paying attention to you to the best of his abilities.

They talked a while longer, before Henderson finally left. Hannibal had pulled out a stack of papers, motioning like he was going to work on grading, and politely asked him to lock the door as he left. When it was clear he pushed his chair away from the desk. You made your way out smiling at him.

“Someone seems very happy with themselves.”

“You enjoyed it.”

“But did you ask permission?” Hannibal asked as worked himself lazily.

You faltered slightly under his gaze, “Well...no.”

“And do you think you deserve any type of reward for that stunt?”

“...I hope so.”

“I’ll forgive it,” he decided, “only because you’re so eager and we never set ground rules. But now it’s on my terms.”

“Yes, sir,” you nodded obediently, not wanting to receive one of Hannibal's punishments just yet.

Hannibal used your hair to pull you closer. You stumbled on your knees catching yourself on his thighs. “Since you were so unsure if you could fit in daddy earlier, after that little stunt, I’m sure you’re feeling better now. Aren’t you?”

The hand in your hair pushed you down. You closed your mouth around the tip. Hannibal groaned quietly, letting you work your way down. Bobbing your head you took more of him deeper every time, but those last two inches were proving difficult. Gripping your hair, he pulled you off of him.

His breath was coming in quick pants, brushing your hair away from your face. “Do you need help, darling?”

“I can’t fit it daddy.” It came out in a breathless whine.

“Yes, you can. Be a good little mouth and let me do the work.”

Again he pushed you onto his cock. This time he took control. His hand kept you in place as he thrusted his hips up. Without the hesitation you had, he fit himself in quickly. Grinding into your mouth he let you choke around it for a while before pulling you up for air.

“See?” He choked out as he used you again, “Fucking perfect mouth… Daddy’s good girl… taking care of me like she asked.”

His grunted praises and moans were enough to excuse the tear prickling your eyes. Over and over he used your mouth to it’s extent. Seeming to enjoy it most when you did choke on him. Hannibal stopped before he came. Pulling you up off the floor and onto his lap. Wiping away the stray tears that had fallen.

“You’re too good for me.” He kissed your cheek.

“You haven’t finished.” You caught your breath as you curled into his chest. His cologne comforted you. The increasingly familiar scent carved a special place in you.

“I’ll finish later,” he promised, dropping another kiss onto your head, “At the moment, I want to make sure you’re alright. I got carried away.”

“I’m not porcelain, Hannibal,” you intertwined your fingers with his, “I like it when you’re in charge… It gives me a chance to not think of anything.”

“Even so these situations require a lot of trust from your partner.”

You shrugged, as you decided to be honest, “At the moment you seem to be the only person I trust. Besides, you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Let’s hope I don’t disappoint you.”

“I can’t see you ever doing that.”

That night Hannibal had taken you home. You received the same treatment you had received the first night you stayed at his house. Mostly you thought it was an apology of some sort for treating you roughly in his office. By some good grace both of you had classes later in the day, allowing you to enjoy the softer side of Hannibal in the morning again.

A new sweater of his joined the one that resides on your futon. You hadn’t thought twice about packing them away when you emptied your apartment out.

Life in New York was eventful to say the least. Different but fun. It had been six months since you had graduated. Your friend from high school shared an even shabbier apartment together. You made a couple friends. Picked up jobs at a bar and a bookstore.

“You’re not any fun,” Alex complained as she adjusted her makeup, “You never want to go out with me.”

“I’m tired,” you complained. “Anyway, why would I want to go to a bar when I work at one?”

“To wreak hell on someone that’s stuck in your usual gig.”

“Have fun with the guys.”

She attempted to pull you off the couch a couple more times to no avail. In truth you were happy to have a moment of peace. All honesty she was the driving force in you actually living your life and not just working the entire time. You really did love her for all of that and the experiences you had. However there were times for breaks to be had from everything. And tonight was one of them.

You showered, got dressed in a sweater and shorts, heated up some leftovers. Throwing on a bad 80’s horror flick, you spent your night in splendor. A break was rare and you were gonna use your relaxation time to its extent. Sleep overtook you sometime in the night, only to be woken up by the annoying shrill sound of your phone.

“Al, baby, I love you so damn much, but if you’re gonna bitch at me about not going out tonight. I just might be tempted to murder you,” you muttered sleepily, “I could get away with it.”

“Sweet girl, is that any way to speak to your friends?” A voice you hadn’t heard in a while asked, disappointment clear in his tone.

“Hannibal,” you said lamely, slightly ashamed that that was the first thing he heard from you in months. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t expecting you. It’s… It’s been a while.”

“It has been,” he agreed, “In fact, I called to ask if you would like to come to a dinner party.”

You looked at the clock, noting just how late it had been. “You called at two in the morning to ask me to a dinner party?”

“I’ve been busy and you didn’t leave an address for an invitation. It was… spur of the moment.”

“I missed you too,” you sighed, deciding to be the one to voice it, “Yeah, I’d love to go over.”

“Are you planning on staying with me?”

You sighed dramatically, “Suppose I can give a lonely old man some company. What, you couldn’t find anyone as entertaining as me in Baltimore?”

“I’ve got specific tastes.”

“Is that right?”

Alex walked in, the last part of the conversation hitting her ears and the alcohol in her system making her louder. “Is that the daddy? Does he know he’s ruined men for you? Ugh, can you get him over here to loosen you up? I’d appreciate it that so much.”

“I never said ruined, I just sa-“ you realized Hannibal was still on the phone, “Just please, go take a shower, I’ll make you anything you want to eat if you promise to stay quiet.”

Surprisingly she complied, only saying egg sandwich with cheese and bacon in response.

“Ruined?”

“Couldn’t let that skate by?”

“You’re the one talking about me.”

You coughed. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve got specific taste too. Just something happened with someone and I don’t know, I couldn’t get into it that same way. Like with you. They needed me to tell them exactly how… It was just awkward. It wasn’t satisfying. They were nice though.”

“You compare my experience to their experience inexperience,” he deduced. “You enjoy knowing I’ve got everything under control.”

You tried to shake away the blush. “So it seems we’re stuck in similar positions.”

“We are.”

“Hannibal,” you heard someone call out, “When were you thinking of joining us? We didn’t bother you so much you had to leave us that long.”

He asked him for a moment.

“Seems like someone wants your attention,” you commented.

“Does it bother you?”

“Not at all. Just friends having fun right? It would be hypocritical considering I just told you of my night with someone else. As long as it’s nothing serious with whoever that was, we’re fine.”

“They’re nothing. Someone’s too loud nephew. In fact I think he’s rather rude. You know I can’t stand people like that.”

“You’ll survive. Get home safe.”

“I’ll send you the directions in a moment. Have a goodnight little one.”

“‘Night daddy,” the long unused term of endearment fell from your lips easily.

“‘Night daddy,” Alex sighed dreamily from the bathroom door, “God, is the dick really that good? How could it be?”

You hung up the phone. “Can you please not do that next time? He’s really particular about things.”

She raised her hands up in defense. “Whoa, there. He can handle a little joke at his expense when he’s already been down your throat. Now where’s my sandwich?”

“I’m serious Al.” You sighed when you got up from the couch to get to work on your promise. “He makes me feel like I need to be all proper.”

“You’re fine, doll. A dime if I’ve ever seen one. I’m not gonna ruin this for you, if he randomly decided to call you this late,” she took a seat on the counter, taking the water you handed her gratefully, “Do you want that to be a long term thing?”

“Nah,” you threw the bread into the toaster, “I couldn’t live his life. Sure, I like him and I do think he’s fun to hang around. But it just feels like something that will simmer down eventually. We’ll probably meet up a couple more times and it’ll be done. It’s not like we do anything more than end up in bed and sweet talk.”

“I’m telling you, we’d be set if you asked him to be your sugar daddy. Please ask him to take care of you and be his call girl.”

“How about you?” You asked, changing the topic, “Any pretty girls?”

“This one chick at work,” she shook her head, “Fucking goddess of a woman, LN, I’m telling you. I got it bad. She’s got me waiting for her with her coffee orders in the morning like some kind of obedient little puppy.”

“You know her coffee order.”

“Exactly!”

“How’s the commitment issues?”

“I’m gonna have to fucking work through them. Unlike someone, I think I wanna try out the long term thing.”

“Hey!” You cracked the eggs into the oil, “I’m just not up for it right now.”

“Work him out of your system. We’re supposed to be having fun this year.”

You sighed, “I’m trying.”

“I’m telling you we find you a decent lay. You won’t need to be fucking around with that guy.” Your phone chimed. Alex grabbed it off the counter. “The devil works fast doesn’t he? Address and day of the party. You’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like. Says he’ll buy you a cute little number.”

“No, tell him I got it.”

“Thank you, daddy. I’ll make it worth your wild. Wink. Send.”

“You’re the worst.”

“I still think he’s ugly,” she shrugged, tossing your phone over, “May as well get a cute dress out of sleeping with him.”

“He’s not ugly. I’ve seen the people you’ve brought home,” You scoffed, handing over the plate.

“Reggie is a fun time! Fuck I miss Reggie.”

“Work chick,” you reminded her.

“Right right.” She argued before taking a bite of the sandwich. “Fine, we’ve both had our questionable older partner moments. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

“I’m not.”

“Still never called her mommy and that’s a win in my books.”

“I should have never told you that,” you laughed, “I fucking hate you man.”

She pinched your cheek affectionately, “You had your chance to get rid of me. The return policy ran out. You’re stuck. Congratulations.”

“How long until you expire?”

Alex pretended to count it through. “We’re looking at at least 50 years more, if we’re lucky.”

You hummed, “Are you accounting for possible sickness or accidents?”

“I’m immortal for 50 years in between. No arguments at this time please.”

Next Chapter

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misssophiachase · 2 years

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Happy belated International Hard Candy day Agalicious/ My official Maid of Dishonour hehe @sekretny13 One of your fave songs so I hope I’ve done it justice.

Klaus Mikaelson and Caroline Forbes have been friends since attending the Mystic Falls School of Magic together. Now, years later, Caroline returns to New Orleans and, probably against her better judgment, agrees to act as his ‘interim’ personal assistant. Turns out they are still cleaning up each other’s mess even now. Literally and personally.

Your Mess is Mine

It was always me and you….

“It wasn’t me, it was Kol, I swear.”

“Surely you should know by now that using that excuse so often renders it basically null and void in my view, Mikaelson.”

“When I returned last night he was having a full-blown rager. Something I specifically requested he not do in my compound while I was out of town.”

“You know what a full-blown rager is?”

“I might have overheard someone saying it in passing but not really the point now, is it love?”

Just hearing him say the words almost made her laugh aloud but noting his unamused expression and tart reply, Caroline knew not to poke the wolf further this early in the AM.

Full-blown rager and blood buffet by the looks of it, Caroline thought as she surveyed the damage. Lifeless bodies were haphazardly strewn around the courtyard. As someone who strived for top-level cleanliness, this was jarring at best.

“It’s Kol, what did you expect? And, also, way to give your younger, irresponsible brother ideas, genius. Telling Kol not to do something is a recipe for disaster or a huge blood binge in this case.”

Caroline had known the Mikaelson siblings since they attended the Mystic Falls School of Magic together. She was still amazed that she seemed to know them better than themselves and each other still to this day.

Rebekah was in her class and after befriending the somewhat prickly but generous blonde she met the rest of the family.

With Elijah, she’d discuss literature, with Rebekah fashion, and with Kol the mysteries of the opposite sex. He still didn’t understand women, even after all these years if their night out together last week was any indication.

With Klaus it was different. Initially, she’d detested him for his arrogance and overblown ego. The fact he was dating multiple girls in her class didn’t help matters either. So, she’d kept a safe distance only allowing herself to trade barbs with him every now and again so at least he knew there was one person not enamoured with his ass. Someone had to keep him in check.

But on prom night that all changed.

She’d never forget him knocking on her door corsage in hand. She’d had a particularly bad break-up with her idiot ex Stefan who seemed to like his hair more than anything else and as such had no date to prom.

So, she refused to go, even if she had organised the whole thing from the theme to decorations. Caroline had her pride after all.

“Um, is this a joke?”

Okay, maybe it wasn’t the nicest way to speak to the guy who was standing there corsage outreached. But last she heard he was taking half her class and was a certainty to win prom king.

“Well, hello to you too, Forbes. Do you always greet your gentleman callers this way?”

“Funny, I don’t see any gentlemen.”

“That’s it, no corsage for you,” he retracted his hand, placing the box strategically behind his back.

Caroline immediately regretted it given it matched her white dress perfectly. But how he knew what to get was a mystery, then she realised. She loved Rebekah like a sister but drew the line on pity dates.

“Your sister blackmailed you into taking me, didn’t she?”

“Now, blackmail is such an ugly word,” he reasoned. “Maybe I came out of the goodness of my heart, did you ever think of that?”

“Doubtful.” She shot back arms defiantly crossed over her chest.

“Okay, fine,” he admitted. “I might have an ulterior motive and it’s not blackmail, not this time anyway.”

“You don’t say,” she smiled, loving the fact the power balance had shifted in her favour.

“I need a date.”

“Woah, did you break too many hearts, Mikaelson? I have no sympathy if you’ve messed with half the school.”

“Sounds like someone listens to unfounded gossip. Misjudging someone is not very becoming, just saying,” he growled. “I need someone to act as a distraction.”

“What kind of a distraction?”

“Like a fake girlfriend kind of distraction.” She could barely hear the word girlfriend as he uttered it but it was definitely there hanging wordlessly between them.

“Okay, I’m not sure if this is some new way of flirting, but it sucks.”

“I know how to flirt, Forbes, you don’t need to worry about that,” he bit back. There was that Mikaelson arrogance again but unfortunately she bought every word given the way his dark, blue eyes were on autopilot. “Look, pretend I never asked.”

“Fine, just this once. But I’ll have you know that I am not going to kiss you,” she drawled. “Ever.”

“Someone clearly thinks highly of themselves,” he scoffed. “Tell me what you really think, Caroline. Can we just attend this godforsaken dance together and leave it at that?”

Maybe it wasn’t romantic but Caroline decided the fact she’d have revenge on Stefan and a perfectly matching corsage wasn’t a bad deal.

And then something else unexpected happened.

Their friendship flourished until this very day, even if he frustrated her, a lot.

As someone who lived to organise others it was too tempting not to run his life when she came back to town and he asked. He also hadn’t complained mainly because he clearly needed structure in his life.

Today, was case in point.

“Hello, Caroline?”

“I’m here,” she shot back. “I mean even for Kol this is a lot of victims.”

“He decided this year to make his annual blood cleanse last two weeks instead of one. Looks like starving himself made little brother greedier than usual.”

“I still can’t get over the fact that your brother does a yearly cleanse. If he thinks it’s going to purge him of his myriad of sins he’s dreaming.”

“A healer once told him, it would make him look younger,” he joked.

“Anyway, you can’t talk,” she scoffed, gesturing to the bloodstain on his navy henley.

“I had a light lunch yesterday, what can I say?”

“How many times can I compel the dry cleaner?”

“You don’t need to do my dry cleaning, I can just get more clothes.”

“There are only so many henleys in New Orleans and the world,” she argued, surveying the damage again. “Now, I get that my cleaning is second to none but even this mess is below my pay grade.”

“I just wanted to keep you in the loop, you know just in case...”

“Just in case Kol decides to eat more people? It isn’t the first time and probably won’t be the last.”

“Well, that and...”

“What is really going on here, Klaus? I was happy to act as your personal assistant to instil some much-needed structure and organisation in your life because WWMKD.”

“As someone who speaks a multitude of languages, including Aramaic, you always know how to surprise me with an unexpected acronym.”

“What would Marie Kondo do? She’s only the premier organisational expert in the world.”

“So, what are her thoughts on blood stains and general murder and mayhem?”

“Not the point,” she shot back. “But last time I checked your emergencies are just everyday Mikaelson family drama and not really urgent.”

“Oh, like that time you contacted me from Bucharest last year asking my advice on what you should wear on a date with some Count. How was that urgent?”

“How about when you called me from London asking whether the song Werewolves of London was factually accurate?”

“It really isn’t,” he muttered. “You called me from Cambodia asking if it was okay to eat their signature dish of fried tarantulas.”

“Absolutely delicious as it turns out. Then you called me from Peru in case you died from the climb in the Andes, even though you are immortal, princess”

“Altitude sickness plays weird tricks on all of us, even supernatural beings.”

“So what was prom? Another excuse?”

“I’m not gonna lie, there was no ruse I just wanted to take you to prom, especially after Rebekah told me what that imbecile did to you. Also, I chose the corsage not my sister. She’s been incorrectly claiming that for years.”

“So, clearly I was right to ask your fashion advice then.”

“He never deserved you, Caroline. That’s why I came that night. I couldn’t let you not attend the prom you’d planned from scratch. The reason I asked you to be my assistant was because I’ve missed you, love. It’s actually kind of annoying to be honest.”

“Wow. That’s charming.”

“What can I say, you bring out the worst, not in me, but in my reactions.”

“Seems like we have that in common.”

“So what exactly does this mean?”

“We come with a lot of baggage, we make countless mistakes and will no doubt continue to do so into the future but what makes us us is that we know the other person will have our support.”

”Seems like we are supposedly good at fixing things but not ourselves.”

“But I’m hoping to change that from now on.”

This mess was yours, now your mess is mine

#your mess is mine #kc fanfic #klaroline fanfic #misssophiachase #kc drabbles #sekretny #hope you like it

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americxn · 3 years

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Welcome to the Cortez

James Patrick March x GN!Reader

《 as a detective, the reader attempts to infiltrate James’ life at the hotel for information regarding several disappearances centred around the Cortez 》

requested by @just-some-lesbian - the original request asked for smut, it is likely that I will write a part two and incorporate smut into that but this scenario seemed too heavy and inappropriate for smut. (I’ll write out the headcanons you requested too, I just really liked this idea and wanted to turn it into a full fic!)

wordcount: 3.8k warnings: swearing, blood, violence, gore, death

Your stomach leaped as James opened the door, a mere second following the last rap of your knuckles against the hard wood. Dressed in his usual finery, his appearance sucked all moisture from your throat, your fingers betrayingly stiff as you expected the hand he held out to you. You had been meeting twice weekly with the man, your nervousness in his presence seeming to only grow with each dinner you were subjected to; this evening, your nerves were at an all time high. This wasn’t a scheduled meeting. Several hours ago, Mr. March had instructed Miss Evers to invite you for an impromptu meeting that evening, which could only mean bad news for you, an undercover detective that had been secretly prying into the several recent disappearances at the Cortez, Mr. March being your prime suspect.

“Come in, dearest. You look wonderful.” He drawled, leading you into the all too familiar room, full plates of food and tall glasses of wine already ornamenting the long dining table. You thanked him, allowing him to lead you through the twice weekly routine: pulling out your chair, pressing a swift kiss to your temple and offering you a cigarette before skirting around the table to his own chair, the brush of his fingertips on your shoulder a cold, lingering touch as he moved away from you. “So, why did you call me here?” You enquired, taking a deep drink of your wine in the hopes that it would quell your nerves, your words presenting a feigned confidence. “Not that I mind, of course.” You adding quickly, causing James to smile softly as he glanced down at his food. Your own stomach growled quietly, the fragrance of the food beckoning; James never ate in your presence and out of caution, you didn’t dare touch the food either. “I just wanted to see you again, my apologies for any convenience.” He’s lying. You smiled pleasantly, looking down at your plate in faux flattery. “No convenience at all, James. You know I always look forward to our dinners.” Now who’s lying? You silenced your inner voice, taking another sip of your drink, utilising the opportunity to scan the room over the rim of your glass, looking for anything out of place that could potentially raise alarm. James never did anything without ulterior motives. That was something you had learned very quickly; he always had a reason for everything. James matched your easy smile, taking a swig of his own drink, some sort of liqueur. Strong liqueur, if the smell of it was any indication; he was always drinking but you had never seen the alcohol hold any effect over the man. You had always just written it off as high tolerance, but watching him now as he drained the remaining liquid from the glass before immediately filling it back to the brim, the ice softly clinking from within, it tugged at some part of you, willing you to question why. The room fell into awkward silence, your eyes flicking back to James as you lowered your glass, setting it gently back onto the table. He was already staring right at you, his eyes dark and gleaming with something you couldn’t place as they searched your face. You blinked at him, shifting slightly on your seat, his intense gaze unsettling. The corners of his mouth rose, almost as if he knew he was making you uncomfortable and took pleasure in it. “So, uh, you were telling the me other night about those hotel renovations. How are they going?” You took absolutely no interest in whether or not James recent renovations to the Cortez were going successfully or not, but asked anyway, if other to clear the awkward tenor of the room. “Progression is slow, but I suppose that perfection can’t be rushed.” He responded mildly, his eyes still trained on you. Clearing your throat, you nodded, your spine prickling in warning. Leave. There was no ignoring the voice whispering from the darkest pocket of your mind, not as James cocked his head, predatory intent settling over his pale features. Your stomach tightened to the point of pain, your eyes dropping in a vain attempt to avoid his vindictive scrutiny. “Well James, I appreciate you having wanting to see me this evening but I’m feeling kinda tired. Do you mind if I go back to my room? Sorry, I know I haven’t been here for long.” James’ mouth quirked upwards at your timid explanation, taking another long sip of his drink before leaning forwards, his eyes flicking down to the fist you had laid on the table before you, your fingers tight with stress. “Yes, I do mind.” Your mouth went thoroughly dry, your mouth parting in surprise. “I dismiss you. And I’ll be damned if I let you leave so soon.” All coherent thought cleared from your mind at his statement, his dark eyes filling with utter amusement at the mask of alarmed surprised that slipped over your features. “What do you mean?” You ventured, your feet shifting beneath the table, soles pressing firmly into the floor, readying to flee from the man if this interaction grew any more worrying. He seemed to blindly track the moment, his self-satisfied smirk only growing. “I mean, I’m not permitting you to leave yet.” He spelled the words out for you, taking pleasure in employing a condensing tone into his voice. Your spine straightened, your eyes flicking around the room to ensure that there was no one hidden within the dark corners of the space; James was an odd, eccentric man, his energy charged with a strange humour. But even for him, this situation was uncomfortably disarming. “You don’t get to ‘permit’ me to do anything.” You breathed, pushing back your chair slightly as you readied to stand, wanting nothing more than to be out of this room and away from the man before you. James sat back, his eyes twinkling in the light of the candles scattered across the surface of the table between you. Pulling the small silver case from his breast pocket, he flicked it open with a thumb, surveying you darkly as he took a cigarette and tapped it on the lid. A lighter appeared in his other hand, a spark flashing before a small flame sprung up; James lifted the cigarette to his lips, storing it between his teeth as he brought the flame up, a swift inhale lighting the cigarette. “You’re prying around my hotel. I would be inclined to argue that I can permit you to do as I please.” His words clanged through you. Prying.| Taking a glance to the side of the table, your eyes landed on the smaller wooden table beside the one you dined on; several platters, their contents spilled on the plates before you and James, resided on a silver tray atop it, but you didn’t miss the gleaming slice of the edge of a knife, almost completely hidden from your view behind a large bowl full of untouched buttered vegetables. Flicking your eyes away from the knife, careful to keep your possible intentions hidden from the sly man before you, you focused all of your attention on his predatory scrutiny, not daring to so much as shift under his stare. “I want to leave.” You stated firmly, growing increasingly anxious as to the real reason he called you here, and having absolutely no intention of staying in his presence long enough to find out. “You don’t get to leave until I dismiss you.” “Then tell me why you actually called me here.” You threw your words across the table at him without hesitation, every nerve in your body attempting to recoil from his dark gaze as his eyes widened with glee. “I have a sneaking suspicion that you already know full well why I called you here... detective.” You were on your feet the moment he uttered the first syllable of that condemning title, your chair falling onto the floor as you reached over the dining table, your fingers straining to reach the knife winking at you from the silver tray. The carving knife was as long and cruel looking as you had hoped it would be, a cool weight in your palm as you pushed away from the table, twisting towards the exit and preparing to step over your fallen chair. You squealed in surprise when, instead of meeting open air, you slammed into a hard, suit covered body, the knife in your hand tilting and driving up into his stomach; it was a reflex, a terrible, terrible reflex and your mind emptied as you stared at the hilt in your hand, already slick with hot blood, the blade fully submerged is his gut. Your eyes were wide as your gaze travelled up his body, his own already trained on your face, his head tilted to the side with what you could only describe as curiosity. You recoiled in horror, the edge of the table hitting the backs of your thighs as you released your hold on the knife, his blood running in hot rivers down your hand and wrist, dripping onto the tips of your shoes as James’ mouth curled upwards in a slow, predatory smile. “That was one of my favourite shirts.” He mused, gripping onto the simple handle of the carving knife and drawing it from his abdomen with a flourish. You gaped at him, rooted to the spot as the sharp intruder was removed from its burrow, expecting him to collapse to the floor as a torrent of blood spurted in wake of the knife. A multitude of questions formed on your lips as you watched him take a step towards you, frozen as he chucked the knife onto the table behind where you stood motionless with a loud clatter, his hand bloody. All words dissipated into the cold air as James reached up, looking right at you as he pulled his signature neck tie away from his throat, the fabric immediately drinking in the thick coating of blood on his pale fingertips. Ripping open the top button on his neatly laundered shirt with one hand, his smirk turned positively feral as your eyes widened, your jaw falling slack as you beheld the fleshy chasm marring the base of his pale throat, sinew and torn tissue exposed in a deep slice. “An admiral effort, darling. But you can’t kill the dead.” You lurched to the side, stumbling over the long legs of the capsized chair as every nerve in your body bleated in terror, urging you to put as much distance between you and the ghost leering before you as possible. The floor swooped towards you as you lost your footing, only just managing to recover before your body slammed into the soft carpeted ground. It took a matter of seconds for you to cross the room, your palms slamming into the surface of the door as you ran at it, unable to slow your momentum as you reached for the handle, wrists creaking at the impact. Pulling the door open, you threw a sparing glance over your shoulder, your racing mind slowing as you beheld James standing motionless where you left him, his bloodied neck tie discarded on the table as he placed another cigarette between his lips, watching you with an amusement disposition as he coaxed a flame from the lighter. Time seemed to slow as you turned back around, Sally appearing before you on the threshold of the room, her lipstick-smeared smile teary as she reached forwards, taking ahold of the side of your head and slamming it into the wall to your left with a savage force, hard enough to cause the world to slip away into blackness.

Reality presented itself to you in throbbing waves, light infiltrating your lightly shut eyelids, coaxing you to stir with a small groan. Your allowed your eyes to open, trying to pull a hand to your throbbing temple; in your dazed exhaustion, your inability to move your hand failed to register as you forced your eyes open wider, the dim light of the room aiding in the slow process of pulling your mind back to full consciousness. James surveyed you from across the room as you stirred, the artful pleasure he took in having you at his disposal evident in the neatly tied ropes that secured your wrists to the centre of the dining table you had sat at hours earlier, your torso stretched to the edge of the table, your legs dangling freely off the side. He walked slowly to you as you turned your head, your eyes alight with terror as the brutal seriousness of your situation settled over you. James smiled warmly as you beheld him, hot, unrestrained tears already sputtering from the corners of your eyes as you watched him near, dressed in a fresh shirt, another necktie neatly secured around the base of his throat. You moaned in defeat as he paused by your head, taking a long pull on the old fashioned pipe clutched in his pale, slender fingers. You jerked away from him as he dropped his cold gaze to your face, physically recoiling from his stare and shifting on the surface of the table as far as the ropes would allow. “I’ve spent a long while thinking of what, exactly, I wanted to do to you.” You felt physically ill at his words, the pounding headache racking your temples doing nothing to soothe the sudden roils of nausea. “But then I realised,” he began, his mouth quirking to the side as he leant down, running the tip of his finger down the side of your wet face from your ear to the sharp angle of your jaw, “why should I have to choose just one scenario?” You willed your mind to fade back into unconsciousness, your mouth turning utterly dry as his finger completed its journey down the side of your face. “You knew.” You groaned quietly, James’ eyes flicking from the exposed length of your throat to your lidded eyes. James didn’t need an elaboration to know what you were talking about. “Of course I knew. I was made aware of your prying intentions from the moment that you stepped foot into my hotel.” His face blurred through your gathering tears, pouring down the sides of your face and disappearing into the wisps hair just above your ears. At your silence, he sighed, withdrawing his finger from where it rested on the line of your jaw, ensuring that his nail scraped against your soft skin as he did so. You flinched, looking up at his harsh face. “Aren’t you curious to know what I’m planning to do with you?” Your chin wobbled at his question, the hesitant shaking of your head in response worsening the pain radiating through your skull; your very scalp felt tight, with pain or fear, you could’t tell. Perhaps both. James tutted in disappointment, moving to sit on the table just above your head, your eyes straining to follow him as your chin lifted slightly, terrified to take your eyes off him for so much as a second. “Well, I suppose I can let you in on my plans. It’s not as if you have anywhere else to be.” He winked down at you, malicious cruelty twinkling in his eyes. He was toying with you, taking twisted delight in watching your eyes shutter with terror. “Cruel bastard.” You hissed quietly, shrinking away from him once more in regretful fear as soon as the words were spoken. “Yes.” James mused simply, taking another puff on his pipe, directing the exhaled smoke down at your face. “Yes, I suppose I am.” He closely tracked the movement in the column of your neck as you swallowed thickly, a dim ache glowing in the back of your throat as you fought to keep your cries contained, a wave of sobs trying to claw their way out of you, threatening to spill over. “As I was saying.” He continued, his eyes locking with yours as he explained with brutal simplicity: “I intend in killing you first.” The air caught in your throat, your worst suspicions confirmed with condemning simplicity. But James continued, elaborating further: “As I’m sure you have come to realise, no one really dies in this hotel. Therefore, once I’ve taken your life, you will be unable to leave these grounds and your eternal punishment will begin.” The fruitful information that he had just provided you regarding the supernatural nature of the hotel fell deaf on your ears as his final statement settled over you. “No, James! Please. Please, I’ll leave. I’ll leave this hotel and not say a word, I swear.” He smirked in response to your frantic words, pulling a short, slender blade from his breast pocket. You shrieked, bringing your legs up onto the table and twisting your torso away from him, your eyes squeezing shut as his cold grasp settled on your wrist, holding your trembling arm still as he cut the rope securing you to the table in one smooth motion. One of your eyes cracked open hesitantly as he did the same with the second coil of rope, the two of you moving in synchronisation, anticipating one another’s next move as you pushed yourself upright, lurching forwards; James’ arms wrapped tightly around your torso, pulling you back to him before your toes could so much as skim the deep red carpet. A sob bubbled up from your chest as your body collapsed into his, your arms clawing at the hands he had secured around your waist in savage desperation, his lips moving to your ear. You stilled as his warm breath settled over the side of your face. “Plead all you want.” He sneered, his voice a low growl in your ear. “In fact, I prefer it.” You clenched your teeth, lunging forwards in his hold with a cry of indignation; it was an attempt made in vain, his hold was too strong. “Are you familiar with my black closet?” He crooned, taking immense pleasure in your futile struggling. Groaning despairingly, your head fell forwards as more tears built and spilled, staining your hot cheeks with salty streaks. “Let me show you. And then you get to make a choice.” James slid off the table, taking you with him, forcing you to stand and heaving your body across the room, through a small archway set into the wall and depositing you in the large room that served as James’ personal bedroom and living space. With a harsh kick to the back of your calf, he forced you deeper into the room, spinning you around to face him and gripping onto your jaw, forcing your head up and exposing the flesh of your throat to him. You reached up, hitting at his chest and clawing at his face. In his other hand, a cruel, curved blade was summoned into his grip, the metal cold as he pressed it to your throat. You froze, your breath catching as your eyes searched his, pleading silently with him. “It’s your choice.” He grunted, eyes bright with perverted excitement. “Choice?” You repeated on a stammering breath as he pressed the wickedly sharp blade further into he soft flesh of your neck, itching to rip into skin, to spill blood. James’ eyes flicked over your shoulder, an exalted smile curving his lips upwards as he applied even more pressure to the knife at your skin, his other hand coming to grip the back of your neck, pulling it towards the instrument at your throat. Small scarlet beads of blood appeared around the sharp edge, igniting a pyre of utter dread within you. You took a step back, James closely mirroring your actions, closing in on you. Heart hammering at his close proximity, you stepped back, again and again, your eyes frantically searching his, his own glowing in building excitement as he backed you to the wall. Your back bumped against the edge of the room, cruel amusement slipping onto James’ face. The wall behind you gave way slightly as he pressed you even further into it. “Excellent choice.” He uttered darkly, eyes flashing before he allowed the knife at your throat to fall to the floor, his hand coming to rest on your chest. Your brows furrowed, your relief at the removal of the blade at your throat short lived when he gave your chest a sharp shove. The wall behind you parted entirely, James quickly driving you into very small, dark room, the air suffocatingly stale, his force on your chest causing you to stumble back. A blinding pain ignited in your lower back and you cried out, straining to push away from whatever was causing the pain. But James’ body proved an impenetrable barrier and he gripped onto your throat with both hands, driving you even further into the room. An ungodly scream ripped from your throat as the pain worsened, your insides bleating as they were unforgivingly torn through, bone splintering, skin ripping and stretching. James’ face was alight with perverted satisfaction, your shoulder blades hitting the wall behind you. Pain like you had never know radiated outwards from your centre, your hands falling to your stomach as more burning pain grew from the front of your abdomen, akin to the one at your back. James landed a harsh kick to the front of your thighs and with a sickening crunch, your full back collided with the wall, your mouth parted in a silent scream as the world spun, dangerously close to pulling you under. You prayed that it would, begging the darkness to quell the unbearable pain radiating through every nerve of your body. Your hands fell onto something hard and slick with warmth. In the dark, it was almost impossible to make out what it was and the sickening spinning of your pain fogged mind only made it more difficult to decipher what you were touching. James watched on in eager delight, releasing his constricting hold on your throat, allowing your head to fall forwards. The world tilted on its axis as you beheld the impossibly thick wooden stake running straight through your stomach, your blood running off the dull end, it’s surface marred with deep gashes and bumps; it pried your flesh apart, your hands completely covered in the blood that ran in torrents down its length, dripping from the blunt tip and pooling around James’ feet. James leaned in as the corners of your vision began to fade, your body beginning to slump around the stake that held your upright. You felt utterly numb, the pain dimming as the world was swept away. “Welcome to the Cortez.” He whispered, pressing a sickeningly sweet kiss to your temple before every sense of life slipped from your limp grasp, consciousness and feeling fading into blissful nothingness.

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warm-starlight · 3 years

Note

"levihan is homophobic"

-Hange's gender was never disclosed, we literally don't know whats in their pants

"they have no interactions"

-Levi asking moblit to take care of them in smartpass

- Levi referring to them (and the 104th) as family

- Levi saving them in the library story and commenting on their wits

- Hange saying he's too kind

- Hange referring to him as their best friend they share everything and he confides in them too

- Hange always knows it's him when not wearing glasses despite their terrible eyesight

- Levi making them sweets for valentine's/white day

- Hange planning a party for his birthday

- Levi sharing his good tea leaves

- Cleaning their appartment in chuugaku

(-also I think they kinda lived together towards the end?)

- Again in chuugaku cooking for them (nanaba wanted to be mikasas apprentice after tasting her cooking, later revealed it was so good bc she cooked out of love for eren and Hange shared some cookies Levi made for them bc they're always broke and that changed nanas mind and wanted to be Levi's apprentice, make of that what you will)

"well, no CANON interactions"

- Hange being the only one to understand and translate what Levi means

- Levi torturing sannes the same as pastor nick and THEN asking questions, meaning he did it partially to get Hange feel better

- Levi being drawn constantly with them

- Hange knowing Levi's backstory and connection to Kenny

- Hange being the first to welcome openly Levi and his friend into the survey corps with no ulterior motive just curiosity

- Levi getting mad at Kenny when they got injured

- Levi knowing them by their knock

- Hange trusting his choice in serumbowl despite disagreeing bc it's him

- Saving him and putting everything on hold to do so even endangering their own wellbeing

- Admitting of wanting to run away with him

- I know for a fact I don't exchange that kind of looks with my besties....

- Levi going dead eye when they had to sacrifice themself

- Putting his fist over their heart in a unique way to salute (remind me, isn't the left hand the one you wear your wedding ring because supposedly there is a vein in the ring finger connecting to the heart? And furthermore in case of a heart attack left arm pain is a main symptom so there's clearly a connection, whether that was intentional from yams we don't know but within the realms of possibility ig)

- 3 freaking panels dedicated to Levi's face with expressions that speak for their own

- Hange in the center of the mist, deliberately standing out between fai haired people & the only one interacting with him based on expressions

- despite all the shit I've seen about Hange and the plane and people diminishing it, Levi 100% thought of them. It was the anniversary of their death, Levi hasn't been shown to have any connection to airplanes whatsoever except the one instance he had to say goodbye to his oldest living friend and comrade and generally most important person at this point, so what other explanation could be there? Just filler? Its his last panel!!! Shouldn't it be something telling? Even so, say it doesn't have anything to do with them... why is onya looking at him like that? Hange doesn't have a grave, their body is impossible to recover and bury, this was yams giving Hange a last memorial in a way.

Point is, there's plenty of material. People just.... Don't want to see it ig and honestly, okaayyyy??? Just don't spread hate and bully others???

(The only thing that did confuse me too was during shiganshina, where he said use them and their squad as bait and they lead so erwin stays safe. That did seem weird and despite me knowing the world they live in, and reading your analysis over that anon, I keep thinking it was kinda shady Levi said that. But that's one thing among very others that show he cares for Hange and maybe towards the end it wasnt all platonic)

Thank you for sharing your thoughts. ❤

#snk #aot #levihan #anonymous

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lyrical-panic · 3 years

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Some Scars aren’t Physical: PART 1

Iida x GN! Reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Past abusive relationship (gaslighting, possessiveness, yelling), slight panic attack, swearing

Summery: (Y/N) had a terrible boyfriend in middle school. He was possessive, manipulative, and just plain awful. Since breaking up with Him, (Y/N)’s had pretty bad relationship anxiety. It’s so bad, that it makes them afraid to pursue their new crush: the kind, earnest class rep, Tenya Iida.

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. . .

It only takes one bad experience to ruin something forever.

Take dating, for instance.

You hadn’t had many friends in middle school. You had Izuku, your friend since elementary school, and the people who sat next to you in class who occasionally talked to you. That was about it, but it never mattered. You were still happy.

Then there was Him.

He had been kind. Flattering. He laughed at your jokes and told you His own. You had been happier than you had ever been when you started dating. You spent long nights on the phone with Him, trying to smother your giddy laughter so not to wake the rest of your house. Then you spent hours recounting every moment of the conversation to Izuku, who always rolled his eyes playfully, remarking “As long as you’re happy, (Y/N).”

Then He changed.

It was a gradual shift. You didn’t even realize that something wasn’t right until a month or so into the relationship. It started with Izuku, funnily enough. He didn’t like how close you were with him. You had tried to calmly explain to Him that you were just friends, and had been friends for several years. He wouldn’t have it, though. He never outright asked you to stop spending time with Izuku, but He made it very clear that He didn’t approve of your friendship.

You didn’t want Him to be angry with you. You didn’t cut Izuku out completely, you couldn’t bear to. You did start to avoid him, though.

It didn’t end with Izuku, though. Next it was the classmates you occasionally hung out with. Next it was anyone He didn’t personally know. Next it was anyone if He wasn’t there.

Then there were the arguments. You were frustrated. You told Him that he couldn’t control you like this. But you couldn’t bring yourself to leave Him. Not when His counterarguments where oh so persuasive.

“Listen, these people don’t really care about you. They’re just going to hurt you. I just want to keep you safe. You trust me, right?”

The hurt look on His face was enough for you to assure Him that yes, of course you trusted Him. You weren’t sure how honest you were being, though.

Four months.

It took four months of loneliness, and anxiety for you to finally end it. It took four months of Izuku pleading with you to leave Him before you actually did it.

He wouldn’t go down without a fight, unfortunately. He went down in the end, albeit kicking and screaming. He had raised his voice at our before, but never like this. He had never screamed directly in your face. You’d never cried in front of Him before. You’d been good at hiding it, but the all the pent up anxiety and frustrations you were feeling spilt out when He shrieked at you like that.

He’d been suspended for two weeks. They were over all too fast.

He hardly talked to you when He got back, but you always felt His eyes. They seemed to follow you wherever you went.

Izuku stuck to you like glue. He was a nervous kid, and he never said anything directly to Him, but he was always there, offering you his silent support.

“Do you think you’ll want to date anyone else?” Izuku asked one day.

“No one from our class,” You rolled your eyes, surveying the middle school classroom.

“What about when we get to high school?”

“I don’t know,” You answered after a moment. “I’d like to be in a good relationship, but…”

Izuku frowned. “But?”

You averted your eyes, feeling His gaze burning a hole in the back of your head. “I thought He seemed good at first. Look how well that went.”

. . .

High school felt like heaven. It might’ve been grueling, and sure, villains showed up every other week, but He wasn’t there. Izuku was, though, plus you both managed to make a few other friends.

Iida was one such friend. The first thing you had noticed about him was that he was loud. You had never liked loud people, especially after what had happened with Him, but Iida was never loud to you directly. He was just loud in general.

A few weeks into your friendship with him, and you realized that he was incredibly earnest. He was dependable, and seemed to be one of the kindest, if also intense people you’d ever met.

He was also handsome.

You spent lunch periods staring at Iida’s large hands, wondering what they’d feel like in your own. You laid awake at night, hugging your pillow and pretending it was him.

One night, as you pictured him holding you, his gentle arms suddenly became tight and constrictive. Suddenly, it wasn’t Iida.

It was Him.

Your breathing became sporadic you threw your pillow onto the floor. You folded in on yourself, rubbing your arms to try to rid yourself of His lingering touch.

“I can’t,” You whimpered. “I can’t,”

You wanted to be with Iida, you really did. But He was still poisoning your mind.

. . .

“(L/N), are you doing anything this weekend?”

You hummed noncommittally at Iida, who was standing at your desk, waiting for you to pack up to go home.

“I don’t think so.” You shrugged. “What about you?”

“Well, a cafe recently opened near my home, I’m thinking of checking it out.” He said casually, eyes darting away. “Perhaps you’d like to come with me?”

“Oh!” You exclaimed, looking up at the boy. “Uh, yeah! That sounds fun. It’d be nice to spend some time with you outside of school.”

“Yes, I-I thought the same thing.” Iida readjusted his glasses, a pink dusting forming on his cheeks. “Is Saturday alright with you?”

About twenty minutes later, when you and Izuku were walking home from the train station, he asked if you wanted to do anything over the weekend.

“On Sunday, maybe.” You kicked an acorn along the sidewalk. “Iida and I are going out on Saturday.”

“Woah, really? Like on a date?”

“I- I don’t- what?” You froze. You replayed the conversation with Iida in your head. “Is it a date? Shit. I can’t go on a date.”

“Why not?” Izuku furrowed his brows in concern. “Iida’s really nice, I think you’d be happy with him. You’d have a good time.”

“Yeah, well we thought I’d be happy with Him too,”

Izuku flinched, understanding flashing in his eyes. “Okay. (Y/N), Iida is lightyears better than Him. Iida’s a super serious guy, but that makes him transparent. If he had ulterior motives, or even if he just seemed like he’d be a dick, you’d know it. Iida isn’t Him. At least go out with him this one time.”

“But I-”

“It’s one date, not marriage.” Izuku reasoned, placing a hand on your shoulder. “There are no obligations. Go out with him. If it goes well, then great! You can do it again, or, don’t. If it goes poorly, then end it there. You don’t have to tie yourself to Iida just because he’s showing interest in you.”

You raised a pointed eyebrow. “What if I’m not interested in him?”

“(Y/N).” Izuku deadpanned. “You and I both know that you are.”

You snickered a little, the sound coming out breathy and broken. “Ok. One date. We’ll see where it goes from there.”

. . .

Izuku knew you and Iida had it bad for each other. The staring longingly when the other wasn’t looking, the flustered laughing, all the goddamn blushing, there was a lot. It was torture watching you both dance around each other, but he knew it wasn’t easy for you. He had left his mark on you, even if it wasn’t a physical one.

Izuku wasn’t exactly thrilled to push you right back into dating when you obviously were uncomfortable, despite knowing that Iida could be a healing presence in your life if you let him.

So you were going on a date with him.

“It’s one date, not marriage.” He had said, trying to convince himself as well as you. “There are no obligations.”

Izuku knew Iida. He trusted him with his life, he just wasn’t sure if he trusted him with you. You, the closest thing to a sibling Izuku had ever had. You, who had stayed his friend even after you had manifested your quirk and he’d been left quirkless. You, who stayed by his side and defended him against Kacchan and his other middle school bullies.

You, who had been hurt before by someone you had liked.

Izuku groaned, flopping onto his bed. “Iida isn’t Him. Iida isn’t Him. He’s not going to hurt (Y/N). They’re going to be fine.”

It still didn’t stop him from constantly checking his phone, to see if you’d messaged him. Today was your date. He check the time again. 3:21. You should be home by now, or at least on the way. He’d told you to text him when you were home and tell him all about the date, but you might’ve forgotten. Maybe he should text your parents?

No. He was your best friend, not your father. He’d wait to see if you contacted him. If you didn’t, no big deal. He’d see you on Monday at school. Izuku very deliberately placed his phone face down on his bedside table. Deciding to go for a jog to get his mind off it, he began to change into his workout clothes.

Not two minutes later, his phone buzzed. Halfway into his gym shorts, Izuku scrambled back to the table, tripping over his own feet and hitting his head squarely on the bed frame.

“Shit!” He hissed, rubbing his forehead.

“Izuku?” His mother called. “Is everything all right in there?”

“Yeah, I just tripped. I’m okay.” He replied, feeling around for his phone with the hand not cradling his head. Much to Izuku’s disappointment, the text wasn’t from you.

Much to his surprise though, it was from Iida.

Iida: Is (L/N) afraid of me?

“Uh oh,” He murmured, fingers already flying across the keypad.

Izuku: wdym? Did something happen during your date?

Iida: Kind of? It went well, but (L/N) seemed really nervous.

Izuku: And you weren’t? Lol, it’s your first date

Iida: Well, yes of course I was nervous. (L/N) seems more nervous then would be ordinary in that situation, though.

Izuku: What exactly did they do?

Iida: They were very overly jittery. They looked apprehensive and guilty whenever we talked. At one point I put my hand on their arm and they flinched.

“Oh shit,” Izuku whispered. Iida wasn’t done, though.

Iida: The night ended well enough, I suppose. They seemed to have a good time, it just looked like they were too frightened to enjoy it to the full extent, though.

Izuku: You didn’t do anything weird, did you?

Iida: Weird how? All I did was talk to them. I offered to pay for their food, but they declined. I touched their arm, but once they flinched away I didn’t try again. We walked back to the train station together, and I offered to accompany them home, but they shot me down again.

Izuku sighed, rubbing his throbbing temples. It was a delicate situation. It wasn’t really Izuku’s place to tell Iida your business. So how was he going to tell Iida that you had relationship trauma without actually telling him?

Izuku: Ok, I don’t think you did anything wrong. (Y/N) gets nervous at the idea of dating, but I promise it’s not you. They’ve had bad experiences with dating, but they seem to really like you and want to try again.

Izuku: (Y/N)’s story isn’t mine to tell. If they feel comfortable giving you all the details, then they will. All you need to know for now is that their anxiety isn’t your fault. It also doesn’t mean that they don’t like you because I don’t think I’ve ever seen them as happy with someone as they are with you

Iida: I see. Their behavior makes a little more sense now. Thank you for telling me, Midoriya. I’d like to have a relationship with them, so on Monday I’ll talk to them and see if there’s anything I can do or stop doing to make them more comfortable. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am when I’m with them either, in all honesty. I would hate to loose them over a misunderstanding.

Izuku chuckled, smiling warmly at his device. “What was I ever worried about?”

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fanmoose12 · 3 years

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Hi fanmoose! Got a prompt for you, if you're interested: Levi seeing the 104th and the vets preparing gifts for Hange's birthday, but he's wondering what to give them so he goes above and beyond... all the Scouts are taken by surprise.

Thanks, and good luck!

i changed a couple of things..... hope you still enjoy it! thanks for the prompt <3

Jean got a notebook. Armin made a new quill, using a feather from the owl he and Mikasa caught. Connie brought from his home village a whole basket of peers Hange loved so much. Sasha was responsible for baking a cake.

Nifa made her favorite brownies. Mike decided to gift Hange a new jacket, Nanaba bought a new pair of shoes, Erwin got her a new pair of glasses and a microscope she was whining about for so long. Moblit drew a fucking portrait of her.

Even Eren, as obtuse as he was, prepared a present for Hange.

“My mom was very good at sewing,” he shared with Levi, in the middle of his training, “she didn’t teach me how to do it,” at that, his voice lost some of its edge, tints of sadness appearing, “but Mikasa knows how to sew and she promised to help me with it!”

Levi could only arch an eyebrow. “And how is that related to a gift for Hange?”

Eren leaned closer with a hand next to his mouth, looking so serious, like he was going to tell the biggest secret in the world. “I’m going to sew a plushie for Squad Leader.”

“A plushie? A fucking toy with your titan’s face?”

There was a beat of silence. Then… “Damn it.” Eren took head in his hands, tugging at his hair with alarming desperation. “Damn it! I should have sewed the plushie of my Titan! Hange-san loves it!”

Yeah, as much as it annoyed Levi, there was certainly no way he could deny that.

“So… what did you sew instead?”

Peaking beneath his fingers, Eren mumbled. “A plushie of me holding a heart that says ‘I love you, Hange’.”

Fuck… as dense as Eren was, Levi had to admit… the gift was not bad at all. Especially for Eren. Especially comparing to his gift, which consisted of…

Nothing.

Just two days were left before Hange’s birthday, and he still no idea what to give her. Hange was probably expecting a present from him. Or, maybe, she was not. She was nice like that – always giving without asking for something in return. Hange was also kind, she thought he was her friend, and even more than that. Best friend, she once told him. And Levi had to admit. He felt it too. Hange was his friend. The first one he made in Survey Corps. The closest one he had.

Some friend he was, apparently. Not even preparing a gift for her.

Sensibly, he knew that he was making a problem out of nothing. He could give Hange something simple – a shampoo she obviously didn’t possess; a book she would probably like and squeal in his ear about; a new shirt or a bottle of good wine.

Hange would probably enjoy these kinds of gift. They were certainly useful. But were they meaningful? Would Hange remember them, ten years from now?

He wanted her to. Hange was his friend, perhaps, even something more. He wanted only the best for her. That’s why picking up a gift was such a problem.

With only two days left, Levi was getting desperate. He was thinking about seeking out help, but just before he gathered the strength…

The help came to him themselves.

“Good day, Levi,” with a good-natured smile, Erwin invaded his office, Mike and Nanaba trailing after him. “Are you busy?”

Levi pointedly looked at the mountain of paperwork on his desk. “Yes,” he drew, “All thanks to you, Erwin.”

“Well, you can take a break,” Erwin waved his hand dismissively, and took a seat on the opposite end of Levi’s desk. Nanaba and Mike occupied the sofa. “We came to discuss something very important,” the smile was gone, as Erwin clenched his jaw and knitted his eyebrows in a hard line. Looking at that expression, Levi felt his stomach sinking. What was this all about? If it was about their upcoming expedition, then where was… “A little birdie shared with us,” Erwin interrupted his heavy thoughts, “That you still have no present for Hange.”

What? Levi gawked at his guests, switching his confused gaze from one to the other.

“And what is the name of that birdie?” He would find that birdie and give them a piece of his mind, for sure. Who dared get poke his nose into his personal matters?

“Please, Levi,” Mike joined the conversation, “You couldn’t get more obvious. I can smell your desperation from miles away.”

Levi’s annoyance rose. Birdies, smelling desperation. Could they talk like normal people?

Seeing his increasing frustration, Nanaba decided to come to rescue. She smiled, tucking a lock of her hair behind an ear. “I overheard your conversation with Eren. You looked a bit distressed, honestly I thought you were going to kick his ass again… And since I doubt Hange is enamored with Eren in that way, I concluded that you…”

“Are angry not because the boy is a titan and spends too much time with Hange, but because he already has a gift prepared, when you do not.” Erwin finished.

Well… the conclusion was sound, at least. But that didn’t mean that Levi felt any less annoyed.

“So?” he raised an eyebrow, staring judgingly at his intruders. “What do you want from me?”

“We want to help, of course,” the smile was back at Erwin’s lips. “And we have some ideas.”

“Such as?”

Nanaba bounced from her seat, crossing the room to bang her palms against the surface of Levi’s desk. He jumped slightly, certainly not expecting it.

“You know what Hange really likes?”

“Books?” Levi tried. “Science? Titans? Books about titan’s science?”

“No, dummy,” Nanaba shook her head, “Hange likes you.”

It took him a long moment to comprehend. Even then, the only thing Levi could get out of his mouth was a very faint, “Eh?”

“We all know how much Hans makes you happy.” Mike said.

They did? How so?

“You spend a lot of time with Hange,” Erwin noted, answering his unasked question.

“And you allow her to do things that you deny everyone else,” Nanaba continued.

“And when she is with you, that constipated expression disappears from your face.” Mike finished.

He… didn’t have a constipated expression. And while Hange did make his days more pleasant and his survival that easier and more enjoyable… Levi was sure that no one knew about it, but him.

“Listen, we all know that you like Hange, and we’re telling you that Hange likes you. That’s why…” Erwin lifted his chin, his smile becoming nearly devilish. Were they still talking about a simple birthday gift? “I made a reservation in a restaurant in Sina. Take Hange there, eat good food, drink some wine, have a good night… Make Hange happy.”

Their suggestion was certainly better than Levi’s nothing. However…

“What you’re offering seems a lot like fraternization. Isn’t that illegal?” he narrowed his eyes at Erwin, skepticism oozing from him. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Perish the thought!” not swayed by Levi’s scary expression, Erwin chuckled. “You’re correct, technically, two officers are not allowed to enter romantic relationship, but I think it’s a little too late for that.” Huh? Just how Levi was meant to interpret that? “Besides… think about humanity, Levi! If you and Hange were to conceive a child…” the expression on Erwin’s face was so dreamy, Levi felt chills at the base of his spine. “A child born from the union of humanity’s strongest and smartest… It could very well save our world!”

Levi stared at his Commander, at loss of words. Saying ‘you’re fucked up in the head, Erwin’ seemed a little too rude even for him, considering that Erwin was his superior officer. Still… he was fucked up in the head.

“Don’t listen to him,” Nanaba spoke, attracting Levi’s attention. “But think about our offer. An evening like that will really make Hange happy. You want that, don’t you?”

Did he want to make Hange happy? More than anything…

“Do it for Hange,” Nanaba urged.

“Do it for love,” Mike added.

“Do it for humanity!” Erwin passionately concluded.

Fucked up in the head, Levi thought. All of them were. Himself, included. But what was he going to lose? Besides, their offer was better than anything he could have come up with.

“Alright,” he surrendered, a sigh escaping him. “I’ll do it.”

Nanaba cheered. Mike nodded at him with a smile. Erwin looked like he was about to cry. Then, to Levi’s horror, he saluted.

“Get out of my office now,” he shooed them away, lowering his gaze back to the papers. “I need to work.”

“Just another quick thing,” Nanaba patted his shoulder with a cheerful smile. “Walk Hange to the door of her room after the dinner. And make sure that you return after nine o’clock.”

Ah. So they had an ulterior motive. Of course. Levi shouldn’t be surprised.

“You’re planning something for Hange, I take it?”

“A little party,” Mike confessed. “We’ll deal with food and drinks, but you’re in charge of getting Hange there in time.”

Levi didn’t remember agreeing to be in charge of Hange, but… he didn’t like the idea of anyone else doing it in his stead.

“Nine o’clock, four-eyes’ room, I got it. Now get out of my office.”

Nanaba, Erwin and Mike didn’t need to be told twice.

___

After finding a solution to his main dilemma, Levi was now met with another, no less important and challenging than the previous one.

Erwin and the others got him a reservation at the restaurant. But... now he needed to invite Hange there.

His first attempt, executed not long after Erwin, Nanaba and Mike left his office, failed spectacularly, despite his expectations. He naively thought that a simple note, carried to Hange via Moblit, would suffice. But, perhaps, the note didn’t reach its destination. Or Hange forgot to read it. Or she somehow misinterpreted the sentence ‘do you want to dine together?’. Or the fault laid in the absence of Levi’s signature.

Nevertheless, he needed to do better.

His next attempt was slightly more successful. At least, he got some kind of reaction. Still not reaction he had needed. Apparently, there were ways that one could misunderstand the simple phrase ‘hey, four-eyes, want to eat with me?’. Levi had expected a very enthusiastic ‘yes’. Instead he received ‘I’ll see you at the dinner’ and a door to his face.

Evidently, he had to do not only better, but also be a little clearer about his intentions.

After lots of pondering, Levi decided that nothing could be clearer than throwing a shiny new black jacket from Mike at Hange and barking, “Get dressed, Hange. We’re going out.”

That got him an intrigued ‘oooh’ and a promise to be ready in five minutes.

Levi smirked to himself. Finally, his plan had worked. Finally, he got through that brilliant and extremely dense head.

___

At first, the dinner was, for the lack of better word,extremely awkward.

Erwin failed to mention just how fancy the restaurant would be. Turned out, it was fancy. Very fancy. Fancier than anything Levi had seen in his life. Even Hange, despite not being a street rat from Underground, was feeling a little off.

“Everyone is staring at us,” she whispered to him, leaning over the table to do so.

Hange was right. Everyone was gawking at them. Perhaps, the reason for it was their clothes. Both of them were dressed in their best suits. Still, their best didn’t even begin to reach the best of the gathered crowd. Perhaps, other guests were weirded out by Hange’s loud cheer at the sight of meat in the menu.

Or, perhaps, their reputation preceded them, and everyone in here knew about humanity’s strongest soldier and crazy titan scientist, two of Erwin Smith’s loyal devils.

Whatever the case was, Levi didn’t like the obvious staring. They came here to eat and have a good time, not be observed like clowns in the circus.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered back to her. He really was. It was Erwin’s mistake, but it was Hange’s birthday and it was his fault for not checking the restaurant beforehand. He was a scout, for fuck’s sake. It was his job.

“Don’t even start,” Hange huffed, waving her hand dismissively. “Not the first time I receive that sort of treatment. Probably not the last one as well.”

Hange paused, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “And if they want to look at us so much, let’s give them something to stare at.”

Levi’s lips twitched up. “And what do you suggest?”

“Let’s order the priciest meals they have, eat them like animals they think we are, and then run away and let Erwin deal with that.”

There were many reasons why Levi loved Hange. This was one of them.

___

True to Hange’s plan, they were at their worst behavior. They used spoons instead of forks, they drank straight from the bottle, Hange ate the dessert with her hands, smearing cake all over her mouth, cheeks, palms and shirt. Barely keeping himself from laughing out loud, Levi wiped it all with his cravat, as Hange cooed at his chivalry.

Two hours later, their stomachs were full, the crowd was scandalized, their hearts were merry and their eyes were shining with unbridled mischief.

“I think we’ve succeeded at making the worst impression possible,” Hange spoke, following it with a loud laughter. Several guest scoffed at the volume. Levi showed all of them his scariest scowl. The rich fuckers returned their attention to their plates in record time.

“It’s time we make our exit,” he agreed.

He looked at Hange more closely, thinking if he should take the risk. She had been touching him freely throughout the whole evening. She pressed their calves together under the table, she ran a hand through his arm, she let him touch her face and tilt her chin. She didn’t seem opposed to the idea, so… Levi took a deep sighed, searching for every bit of courage inside of him. Once all of it was gathered, he took Hange by the hand, helping her to stand up.

To his surprise and huge relief, she didn’t shake his hand off. On the contrary, she squeezed his palm and interlaced their fingers.

Hand in hand, they started towards walking out of the restaurant. On his way there, Levi discreetly pushed a plate of soup at some wealthy lady, staining her light creamy dress and receiving a indignant cry and a joyous giggle from Hange.

After that, they had to speed up a little. It was Hange’s birthday. Levi didn’t want to spend it in the prison cell.

Once they were outside and some distance away from the restaurant, Hange stopped.

“Shit, Levi! Had you seen her face? She was—”

She didn’t finish. Hange leaned against the wall and threw her head back, laughing without abandon. She doubled over, hugging her stomach, her mirth not ceasing. Finding her mood strangely infectious, Levi couldn’t help but chuckle too.

Still snickering to herself, Hange looked up to meet his gaze. Her whole body was shaking from the laughter, and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. Disheveled, red-faced and laughing, she was the most beautiful sight Levi had ever seen. The moonlight and faint stars only accentuated her beauty.

Levi was lost in watching her.

Subconsciously, in a mindless attempt to get a better look at the wonder that was Hange Zoe, he leaned in.

Hange leaned in too, her hand finding place at his shoulder. She moved that hand slightly, closer to his neck. Her fingers ghosted around his hairline, making him shiver.

He was looking in her eyes. Hange was looking at his lips.

The world around the two of them faded, the sounds of a street at night, the singing from the nearby pub disappearing to the background.

Levi didn’t know, had failed to register who moved first. But a moment later, his hand was on her waist, and Hange buried her fingers in his hair. And then, they were kissing – sloppily, desperately, without skill but with lots of passion.

Levi felt like he was struck by lightning. Nothing he had ever done before felt even remotely as good as kissing Hange did.

As the kiss progressed, becoming deeper, Levi found himself pressed against the wall.

Hange was everywhere – her tongue was in his mouth, her palms on his cheeks, her knee was rising, resting against his crotch. It was almost too much. And yet, not enough.

“Hange, Hange,” with some difficulty, he separated himself from her hot mouth and soft lips. “Hange, if someone sees us—”

“Oh, right,” still pressed dangerously close to him, she giggled. “Erwin would have a heart attack if we get jailed for making out on the streets. He’d deem us a disappointment to humanity.”

“Back to barracks then?”

Hange licked her lips and winked. Levi felt another strong surge of desire. “We can continue there.”

After that kind of promise, Levi hurried to find where they left their horses. He all but raced there, and jumped on his loyal stallion, grasping the reins a little too tightly.

Hange followed his suit. “Who arrives at the barracks first, gets to be on top?” she challenged.

Without waiting for his reply, she started off. Cursing, Levi struggled to keep up.

That day, he learned one essential lesson. Riding a horse with a raging boner was a fucking torture.

___

Hange was the first one to reach the stumbles. Dismounting her horse, she ran up to Levi, pulling him off the saddle and instantly connecting their lips. Levi would have liked to complain, but… who was he kidding?

Without another word, he brought Hange closer, putting his hand on her hip.

Just as the first one, the second kiss was amazing, enough to knock his breath out and make his knees buckle underneath him.

“If that’s my birthday gift,” Hange murmured, panting after they broke apart. “Then it’s the best one I ever had.”

And here Levi thought that there was nothing more enjoyable than kissing Hange. But as he saw her gentle smile, the adoring expression in her twinkling eyes, he was ready to melt in her arms.

However, he wouldn’t be himself if he passed an opportunity to use a sarcastic quip. “Is it better than Erwin’s microscope? Than Eren’s plushie?”

Hange put a finger to her chin, looking up with a thoughtful expression. “The microscope is really good, and that plushie is so adorable…” Levi’s good spirits vanished, as something ugly found its place inside his chest. Before it could manifest in a scowl, Hange caught his lips with hers once again.

“But nothing is better than you, shorty,” she confessed as they separated.

Hange likes you, Nanaba had said. She wasn’t wrong, it seemed.

“Your room or mine?” he asked, already tugging off Hange’s jacket.

“Mine. I was the one to win, after all,” she smirked, rapidly turning away and starting to run. Levi had no choice but to chase her.

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He caught up with her near the entrance. Ceasing the moment, he wrapped arms around her waist, pressing her to him. Hange’s giggle turned into a moan. Levi delighted in that.

Exchanging messy kisses, they tumbled through the front door. Unable to break away from each other, they clumsily walked through the barracks, tripping and stumbling. And, despite the growing desire, they didn’t hurry as well. They stopped near the stairwell, so Hange could put a hickey on a spot above his collarbone. They paused at the middle of the hallway, so Levi could grind against her. Hange pressed him against the wall to whisper, “Fuck, Levi, this feels so good.”

When they reached the bedroom, Levi was ready to cheer. It was the longest walk through the barracks he had ever had. Was Hange’s room always that far away from the entrance?

With her hands shaking, she searched through her pockets for a key. She found it after a long minute that Levi spent kissing her neck. Once she fished it out, she put the key in the keyhole, and decided to celebrate that grand achievement with another breathtaking kiss.

Getting a little too eager, Levi pushed Hange forward. That was his mistake.

Apparently, the door to her room wasn’t closed. And, apparently,the room also wasn’t empty.

Unfortunately, Levi realized that and remembered the second part of Erwin’s plan a second too late. After he had heard the loud and cheerful ‘Happy birthday, Hange!’

With his arms still around Hange, he froze. Everyone else in the room froze too. The awkward silence settled over.

Levi’s thought frantically moved around his head, jumping from one corner to another. What should he do? Apologize? Let Hange go? Tell all of them to fuck off so he and Hange could finish what they had started?

However, he didn’t get to decide what to do with the unexpected audience. Hange chose for him.

“Guys!” she clasped her hands joyfully, her smile brighter than all the candles that stood around the room combined. “That’s so sweet! Thank you!”

She pulled away from Levi, sprinting to get to her friends. She gave a tight hug to Erwin, Mike, Nanaba, Moblit, Nifa, Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Sasha, Jean, Connie… Levi thought the string of people who wanted Hange’s attention would never end.

After hugs, came cake, and after cake was wine. He felt ignored, he felt utterly forgotten. He contemplated if he should go back to his room. He wanted Hange to kiss him again.

But instead he was sulking in the corner, munching on a cake Sasha had prepared. At least, the cake was good. But his frustration left a bitter taste in his mouth.

As his plate was emptied, Levi thought once again about leaving. But in that exact moment, seemingly out of nowhere, Hange appeared by his side.

“Planning to ditch the party early?” she wiggled her eyebrows, staring at him with unmasked mischief.

“It’s your birthday, not mine, four-eyes.”

“Exactly!” Hange threw an arm over his shoulders. “You’re my guest of honor!”

Ignoring the awakening of butterflies in his stomach and chalking them up to the effects of Sasha’s cake, Levi grunted, “Meaning?”

“Meaning I want you to stay!”

Levi rolled his eyes. He couldn’t really say no to Hange today, right? Although, he had troubles saying no to her any other day as well…

“And thank you for spending the whole evening with me,” Hange punctuated her gratitude with a kiss to his cheek. The butterflies were now flying freely, making Levi dizzy. It was hard to deny their origin anymore, with the trigger standing so close to him. “It was the best birthday I ever had.”

Well, that was all the gratitude Levi needed.

Before she left his side to receive more birthday wishes from their friends, Hange put her mouth above his ear, lowering her voice to a whisper, “Stay until the end, shorty. I’m not finished with you.”

She bounced off before he could give an answer. Perhaps, it was fairly obvious to her.

After all, how he could refuse Hange on the day of her birthday? How could he say no to receiving more of her attentions, and kisses?

With a satisfied hum, Levi settled against the wall, aiming his glare at all the guests. He couldn’t wait until all of them would leave. He couldn’t wait to have Hange all to himself.

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