wip guessing game + smile!
from "echoes of you", ants fic:
Monty clapped a hand on his shoulder. "Reggie, why don't you go tell your boys that you've found him? Just so they aren't worried any longer. I'll bring him to you in a second."
Reggie shook his head. "I don't–"
"Reg, I'm fine. I promise," Ant said, though it didn't feel true.
"You promise?"
"I promise," he repeated, hoping it was convincing.
Reggie nodded with a frown. He finally let go of Ant's face to push himself up off the ground, sending him one last worried look before walking back down the hall.
Monty smiled when Ant met his eyes again. "He woulda kissed you if I wasn't here. I know it."
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Chapters: 20/?
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin | Attack on Titan, aot
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mikasa Ackerman/Eren Yeager, Eremika
Characters: Eren Yeager, Mikasa Ackerman, Bertholdt Hoover, Reiner Braun, Porco Galliard, Pieck Finger, Kiyomi, I still don't know yet, Zeke Yeager name drop, some pokkopikku, pokkopikku - Character, how do u spell their ship name?
Additional Tags: I should be sleeping, warrior au, Eremika Warrior AU, Princess Mikasa, Warrior Eren, Please don't be mad at me when I take forever to update, Angst, Love, soulmate shit, attack on titan - Freeform, snk, aot - Freeform, explicit language!, little kids stay away, some eventual nsfw, NSFW, time skip, Fluff, Yes Fluff, Roman Holiday AU
Summary:
Eren is a warrior and holder of the Attack Titan. He lives a dull life until he one day meets Mikasa, a princess that shakes up his world. Nevertheless, like all love stories, nothing is easy.
Can their love happen despite their differences in social status? And what about the titan curse that threatens Eren's life?
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ECHOES OF YOU
In my loneliness… in the silence of the night… be it day or night, it doesn't matter.
Echoes of You flood my mind, fill my heart, whispering your name.
Echoes of you in every pore of my skin.
Echoes of You that fill my life with joy and happiness.
ECHOES OF YOU
ECHOES OF LIFE
C.B.
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it's a fun hc of mine that during dick's robin days, he went through the "omg i wish i had a cool secret language so i can have secret conversations with my friends" phase all kids go through. but one of his closest friends at the time also happened to be the batman, a guy with possibly the most bizarrely diverse arsenal of skills in the world. bruce sees the merit in the entire idea of a coded language to communicate rudimentary information when they can hear but not see each other. so why not make a code built on bird vocalizations? it's pretty much incomprehensible to anyone without a trained ear or comprehensive knowledge of birding and impossible to even passably mimic without proper training, so while the chances of interception are high, the chances of someone understanding it enough to interrupt during the middle of a bird-convo and feed false information are not.
it also, batman and robin come to realize, feed into the "holy fuck our vigilantes are cryptids" idea. bird sounds that come from seemingly no determinable location (ventriloquism) come to mean batman and robin are nearby. to the goons of gotham, bird song becomes inextricably connected to getting your ass kicked by the dynamic duo. the real reason why criminals don't operate during the day is because they get skittish and jumpy about if the sounds of birds chirping are real birds or some masked vigilantes lying in wait to rock your shit, and it's just easier to commit crimes during the night when all the birds are asleep so you know for sure.
ornithologists have boards on their bedrooms dedicated to the bird-bats of gotham. they've written dissertations.
the bird language becomes a bit of a batfamily bonding connection. teaching each other how to do different clicks and whistles, making up slang so bruce and barbara can't complain of clogging up comms with non-mission relevant talk, searching up birds to associate them with different people, psychologically terrorizing the criminal populace of gotham by chirping at them...
how the bird code works is that there's a bird assigned to each one of gotham's major heavy hitter criminals and vigilantes, and a few assigned to heroes out of the city (by which i mean the ones the bats associate with often enough to have a sign to address by). the only birds i've got so far are the robin (for robin. self-explanatory) and the glistening-green tanager (for the joker). i only have one for the joker bc i wanted to reference this hc in one of my fics and so searched up green birds to find the most eye-searingly annoying-to-look-at green bird i could find, and the glistening-green tanager was the closest one to fit the bill.
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❝ do you want some? ❞ + your choice!
introducing ant's new non band bestie!!!
also tw for mentioned underage drug use
also this got long so under the cut !
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Lying in the back of Monty's ugly teal Volkswagen camper, on the shitty yard sale mattress made Ant understand the true meaning of friendship.
Don't get him wrong, Ant loved his friends. More than life itself. He'd die for them and all that. Blah blah blah. But the band was a unit, a bubble he could never quite break through. And that was fine.
But it was nice to not have to go through three people when he wanted to hang out with someone. It was nice to have something that was completely his own.
"How've you been Bambi? It's been, like, what? Six months?" Monty asked. He was sitting next to Ant - who was star-fished on the mattress - with his arms wrapped around his knees, smiling down at him. His blonde hair was a bit longer than when Ant saw him last, but his blue eyes were just as warm and kind.
Ant smiled. "Seven and a half. And I'm good. Missed you."
"Oh, you softie," Monty teased. "It's good to be back."
"Why are you back though?" Ant asked, turning to face him. "I thought Diet Soda was on tour until October? It's only July."
"Thank you for explaining how the months work, sweet cheeks," Monty said, and Ant rolled his eyes. "Tour got cut short cause Paul knocked up a groupie and he wants to, like, not be a shit dad."
"Jesus Christ," Ant said, unable to do anything but laugh. "Good for him. I think."
Monty nodded. "Yeah, we're all very excited. Baby shower's in a week. You're invited, of course."
Ant grinned.
"Now, c'mon, stop holding out on me. How's your band? How's our good friend, Reggie?" As he talked, Monty reached above his head into a compartment and pulled out what looked like a jewelry box.
Ant sat up, watching as he pulled out tiny squares of what looked like tissue paper. "What's that?"
"Acid, babe," Monty said, sticking a piece of it to his pointer finger. "Do you want some?"
"Uhh, maybe?" The only drug Ant ever had was alcohol. Mostly because he couldn't get his hands on anything else but that was neither here nor there. "What's it do?"
Monty smiled at him, always pleased when he knew something Ant didn’t. "It’s a psychedelic, a hallucinogen. D’ya know what that means?”
Ant scoffed. “Yes, dickhead. It makes you see shit.”
“It distorts reality,” Monty clarified. “It’s cool as fuck. And I, being the generous and loving best friend that I am, will give you some-”
“Sick.”
“-if, and only if, you spill your guts on the Reggie situation. Is he the one that gave you that gnarly looking hickey on your collarbone?”
Ant groaned, flopping back onto the bed. He lied earlier. He hated Monty.
Monty laughed and poked him in the ribs. “C’mon, fess up. Did you finally get your shit together?”
“We may have had a situation on the 4th..” Ant covered his face in embarrassment, blushing at the memory.
Monty shrieked, jumping on top of him. “God bless America! Tell me what happened! Set the scene! We’re their metaphorical fireworks? Did you do it under the real fireworks?”
Ant laughed, pushing him off. Monty kept their legs tangled because he was just as clingy as Ant was. “No, shut up. We just kissed. It was whatever.”
Monty honest to God cackled. “Nothing is ever whatever with you two. I bet you cried.”
“I did not cry!” Ant shouted, kicking him in the shin.
Monty laughed and kissed his temple. “Ok, fine. You didn’t cry. But you didn’t explain the hickey. You’re not getting this acid until you tell me everything.”
“You’re the nosiest motherfucker in the world,” Ant complained. “It’s from last night."
Monty screamed loud enough that everyone on the block had to have heard him. “You little whore! I’m so proud of you!”
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