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bloodsport – III

prologue | part one | part two | next

characters: vladimir makarov

summary: after a successful escape, you try to convince yourself that the prison and makarov are behind you. things just never seem to go to plan, though.

genre: angst, slowburn, enemies to ?, fem!reader (callsign: petra, no desc.)

warnings: not proofread, cursing, canon-typical violence, poorly written combat, allusions to trauma and stress, mentions of typical murderous behavior from makarov (∶__∶), OG mak's backstory bc we don't know shit about the reboot lol

word count: 5.9k

note: my birthday's on the 3rd, so pls take this as a gift from me to you :) the support on this series has also been insane 😭 you guys are so sweet!! <33

also big shoutout to @roosterr bc i completely copied the way she writes texts in fics LMAO i hope it's okay with you bestie ilysm

"anyone else would be dead already."

what the hell does that mean?

you're lying on your back, absently staring up at the ceiling, those words replaying in your mind over and over again. yet another week has passed since "the incident," as the guards in the corridor so kindly put it.

clearly makarov had given his men a new order after you killed the younger doctor. not only did they avoid touching you, but they hardly even looked in your direction outside of required monitoring. doctor tarkovsky was singlehandedly providing your medical care, as well. the next time you saw the doctor - the morning after the incident - proved to be an interesting experience. while treating you, he made a comment about "the commander seeming angry."

you add it to your ever-growing list of questions.

blaring alarms interrupt your somewhat peaceful pondering. you shoot up, instinctively reaching for your belt to grab your gun, only to be reminded that you're unarmed. the guards in the hall are shouting at each other, appearing just as surprised as you are.

carefully, you rise from the bed and cross the room, trying to listen to what they're saying. if there was one benefit to your captivity, it was the small bit of russian that you've picked up on. amongst the frantic chatter, you can make out a few words:

attack. small team. breached. combat. prisoner.

your chest tightens as you step back from the door. the base is under attack, and whomever is leading the charge is enough of a threat to raise the alarms. a small team could never hope to contend with an entire ultranationalist stronghold, though. there's only one man, one team, that could succeed despite being so heavily outnumbered.

the one-four-one.

it has to be them. they're the only ones bold enough to stage an attack, and the only ones capable of pulling it off.

even if it's someone else, they're your ally now, and your only hope of making it out of here alive.

you can see the guards scrambling outside your cell, frantically following whatever orders were being barked at them through their radios. for now, they seem to disregard your presence in favor of organizing their forces to combat the threat, but you know it won't last. contrary to the size of the prison, you're the only captive being held here; any mention of "prisoner" is referring to you.

the area quiets down as most of the men rush to aid their fellow soldiers, leaving only the alarm to keep you company. you mentally curse as you consider your very limited options. without a set of keys to escape this cell, you're stuck here.

a purposeful set of footsteps rapidly approaching makes the decision for you. quickly, you dive just out of sight of the door, pressing your back to the wall. the person stops just outside and grumbles to himself as you hear the sound of keys jingling in the lock. the iron door swings open, and you bite down on your bottom lip to keep quiet as he stares into the empty space, confusion evident in the grunt that leaves him.

a second passes before he steps into the room, scanning the far side of it. your eyes fall to the knife on his belt, easily removable if you're fast enough, and you dive for it before he can turn around.

you tear the blade from its sheath and swiftly plunge it into the side of his neck, ripping a strangled cry from the soldier as he reacts too slowly to save himself. you pull him to the ground and lay his body flat, releasing a sharp breath once you confirm the kill. temporary relief floods your system, hastening your movements as you collect as much of his gear as you can.

immediately after you secure the last strap of the armor vest, you hear voices calling out from somewhere close by. searching for the guy you just killed, you assume. with one final gear check, you move to the same spot against the wall and wait for the group to get closer.

the first of the bunch steps into the room and freezes at the sight of the other man, and you take the opportunity to drop him with the rifle you had collected. the remaining members, two or three men, are quick to respond once the gunshots ring out. you peek around the corner as they rush forward with their guns drawn, electing to start the gunfight yourself.

you manage to shoot one down before the others notice you. a bullet whizzes past your head as you aim down the barrel and shoot another, forcing you to duck back into cover.

"you're cornered. come out and i'll let you live." the final soldier says, frustration lacing his command. you sit still, lying in wait until his impatience overpowers his better judgement. a tense silence fills the air between you, only broken by the soldier groaning and coming to you instead.

he circles the corner, weapon at the ready, but scans the room in too wide an arc. you finish him off and peek out into the hall again, finding it completely vacant.

the radios on the soldiers bodies suddenly come to life, and you hear a familiar voice on the other end. you pick one of them up and attempt to decipher the question to no avail. however, there is one word that you understand. prisoner.

"you should've sent a bigger group," you speak into the radio, feeling your lips twitch into a smile at the way makarov stops short.

he merely chuckles, though, and the smile drops. "you continue to impress me, lieutenant. let's see if you can escape." he replies, relaxed as ever. he switches channels, and the radio goes silent.

you travel down the path you took the first day, when makarov was accompanying you. there's little resistance beyond a few stragglers that you dispatch with ease. most of the forces are focused on the invaders, too busy to properly deal with you as you attack from behind. the number of enemies ahead of you increases the further you go - a sign that you're heading in the right direction.

eventually, you reach an exterior door and push it open.

to say the situation is chaotic would be an understatement. soldiers are hurrying across fields, arming themselves and their allies, shouting out various commands and information. you duck low and stick to the shadows, doing your best to avoid a firefight now that the enemy solidly has the advantage.

you make some distance and perk up at the sounds of gunfire. you've stumbled across the main battle. with a renewed sense of hope to push you forward, you go towards it, ending up crouched next to an APC as you search through the chaos for any friendly faces.

one of the nearby vehicles erupts into flames moments later, catching you off-guard and stealing your attention from the fight. scrambling to your feet, you stiffen as something smooth and cold is pressed against the back of your skull. the barrel of a gun. you raise your hands in surrender and pray that the person holding the weapon can be reasoned with.

"wait," a deep voice, husky and all too familiar, speaks from behind you. "petra? 's that you?" the man, captain price, lowers his gun, allowing you to spin around and look at him.

you're almost ready to shed tears upon seeing his face, equal parts concern and relief etched into his hard expression. he grabs ahold of your shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze as you nod, silently answering his question. a dark figure emerges from behind one of the vehicles at price's back and catches your eye.

the stark white skull mask instantly gives away his identity: ghost. he stops at your side, eyes crinkling behind the mask, and you can tell that he's giving you a happy look.

your eyes leave the pair and scan the area, hunting for the last two members of the team. there's no movement aside from the fighting and chaos in the distance. your gaze flits back to price as a lump begins to form in your throat and every scenario that you've cooked up during your captivity floods into your mind.

"where's soap and gaz?" you ask, voice sounding meek compared to the way you spoke earlier. price, clearly sensing the deeper meaning behind your words, pats your shoulder in a comforting gesture before withdrawing his hand.

"they're here, no need to worry," he starts, motioning for you to follow him. "the sergeants are protecting our backsides, making sure the chopper has a clear path. we're gonna meet 'em at the southside of the prison and exfil from there."

you fall in line with the two, muscle memory all but taking over as you repeat your prior strategy; keep to the shadows and only engage the enemy if absolutely necessary. the location that price described isn't terribly far and shouldn't be difficult to reach, so long as you don't get caught up in too many fights.

ghost contacts the sergeants as you move, updating them on your position. you learn through the conversation that the team came for you, and only you - makarov isn't a concern of theirs, even once you inform price of his presence. we'll slot the bastard once you're back on your feet, he says.

"we're gettin' close, it's just up here." ghost mutters lowly. you tighten your grip on your gun, anticipation steadily building inside of you the closer you get to the rendezvous point. you're this close to freedom, this close to putting this hellish place in the past and reuniting with your team. al-mazrah, the missile, your capture, makarov– all of them would sequester themselves to nothing more than memories.

a black hawk flies overhead before touching down at the designated spot. one of the back doors swing open just as it lands, revealing gaz's smiling face. he steps aside to allow the three of you to board, giving you an eager side-hug as you shuffle past him.

"petra, happy to see you in one piece!" soap's exclamation startles you as much as it overjoys you to hear, and you're suddenly swept up into a bone-crushing hug by the scotsman upon passing gaz.

"soap–! johnny, you're squeezing me too hard–!" you gasp out, still attempting to hug the man back despite your bones being turned to mush from the pressure. he releases you almost as quickly as he scooped you up and mutters an apology. said apology barely registers in your head due to the sight he greets you with, though.

there's a nasty scar over his left eye, jagged and obviously still in the process of healing. soap hardly seems to care about it, instead grinning at you like you were revived from the dead. you tap the area below your own eye to signal to him, brows furrowing in confusion. his hand mirrors your action and his face lights up, an audible "oh" falling from his lips.

"got it in al-mazrah," he says, waving off your worried look. "makes me look pretty cool, right?" he adds with a glance around the cabin, earning an affirmative hum from price and a shrug from ghost.

gaz snorts, slumping down on one of the seats and giving him a thumbs-up. "looks wicked, mate."

you collapse into another seat with a breezy laugh. "i'm just thankful that you're alive, all of you. i was starting to doubt whether you'd come." you confess, sharing a somber look with the rest of them.

ghost breaks the mood with a shake of his head. "'course we came. we're a team, no man left behind." he keeps his gaze locked on you as he talks, bringing an appreciative smile to your lips. your attention shifts to the window at your side, watching the stronghold fade away as the helicopter lifts off the ground and departs. you refuse to tear your eyes away until it disappears over the horizon, allowing you to take a deep breath for the first time in weeks.

⋆⋆⋆

upon arriving in safe territory, you're almost instantly pulled into a brief, but strong hug by laswell, who was waiting on the airstrip as the team landed. you're ushered into the base's medical wing by her and price for a proper checkup, which, thankfully, goes by swiftly. you've had enough of doctors and medicine to last you a lifetime.

"you're sending me home?" you ask, practically jumping up from the examination table you were sitting on. your gaze darts back and forth between price and laswell, irritation boiling under your skin as they try to placate you.

"y'need to rest, petra. you've just been through two weeks of hell." price responds, putting his hand on your shoulder and urging you to sit back down. you shrug it off and shake your head.

"captain, i was given a clean bill of health!" you argue while waving your arms in front of yourself. your wounds from the missile had mostly healed, reduced to minor marks on your skin and a raised scar on your side that was gradually fading. "i just want to get back in the field– i've been out of commission for weeks!"

laswell steps toward you, meeting your gaze with a sympathetic look. "it's protocol, lieutenant. you may be fine enough to work for now, but we can't put you or the team at risk." she counters, crossing her arms over her chest. "you need to recover." she adds a second later, earning a frustrated huff from you.

you know you'd be saying the same thing in their position. if it was price, ghost, soap, gaz– if any of them were captured, you'd be forcing them to take time off, too. you can't shake everything that's happened, though. you don't have much to show in the way of torture-related injuries, but the isolation alone was enough to make your head spin. you never felt safe, always waiting and anticipating makarov's next move. the longer you went without seeing or hearing about him, the more your suspicions grew.

a break would give you the chance to collect your thoughts and break yourself out of the doubt that's been stewing in your head ever since that first meeting. in the field, you need to be confident and decisive. there's no room for hesitation and self-doubt.

"we'll keep you updated," price starts, regarding you with a reassuring smile. "and, this won't be forever. just long enough for you to get your head on straight, yeah?"

you deliberate on it, eyes falling to the floor, and nod slowly. he's right. you're not reliable in this state.

"okay." you concede, focus shifting back to the two.

you're heading out again by the evening, saying your goodbyes to the squad on the very same airstrip that you landed on earlier in the day. soap nearly crushes you in another hug, forcing price to yank him off before you suffocate, gaz reminds you about ten different times to call if you need anything, and ghost runs down a lengthy list of relaxation techniques whilst loading your bags in the helicopter.

it's nigh-impossible to be upset about the situation when it's made clear that they don't want you to go, either. after two weeks of constant stress, everyone just wants to be together again.

you get so caught up in your impromptu partings that you fail to notice the unidentified soldier watching you from across the field. even the ever-attentive captain price misses the soldier dialing a number on his phone, his eyes narrowing as the chopper lifts off with you inside.

⋆⋆⋆

you step foot in your flat well after the sun's gone down. it's silent, save for the soft padding of your socks against the floor after you kick off your boots. your bags are abandoned at the end of your bed, something you'll unpack later, and you shed your jacket before tossing it on top of the pile.

makarov... what's his story?

with a low sigh, you rub at your tired eyes with the heels of your palms and try to erase the question that's been plaguing you for longer than you'd like to admit. between laswell's intel and the stories price has told, you can paint a picture of who the man is.

a person ruled by his ambition, you've determined. while price's stories were more focused on his own experiences with makarov and his allies, what laswell provided was concrete: he massacred civilians like it was nothing. what could possibly drive a man to that point?

the trip back home proved fruitless, with most results online simply listing information deemed "safe" for the public. you need to know more about him - you need a source that isn't going to sugarcoat or hide the ugly truth. most importantly, you need someone who can get you personal details.

you fish your phone out of your pocket and scroll through your contacts list. laswell is an option, but she's not likely to give you anything while you're supposed to be taking time off work.

a name - or rather, a codename - pops up in the list. your thumb hovers over the contact, debating on whether or not to call.

you give in and click the "call" button after a moment's consideration. the line rings until a cheerful voice greets you.

"ah, lieutenant!" nikolai beams, sounding far too energized at this hour. "price told me about the successful prison break, congrats on surviving the ultranationalists."

"thanks, nik." you chuckle at his enthusiasm. "is there any chance i could ask you for a favor? i need information, stuff that i think only you can get." you nervously shift your weight while asking the question, worried that you might be hitting a dead end.

"information? about what?"

"makarov."

nikolai goes quiet, and you think he's going to deny your request. but, just as you open your mouth to justify it, he speaks.

"you want private informaton, yes?" he mutters, causing you to let out a deep breath. "price hasn't told you everything, and you want to research the man that captured you. that is to be expected."

"give me a little time, i'll send you whatever i can find." he continues. you can hear typing in the background after, signaling that he was following through with it. you tell him goodbye with a small "thanks" and hang up, an immense weight lifting off your fatigued shoulders.

a hot shower would be nice right now. you haven't had one in weeks, and nikolai said that gathering everything would take a while. you might as well use the break instead of sitting around and twiddling your thumbs while waiting for him.

you trudge to the bathroom and turn the water on, stripping out of your clothes and leaving your phone on the counter. you hop in the shower and feel your aching muscles relax as soon as the warm water washes over them, soothing weeks of pain and discomfort. when you get out and wrap a towel around yourself, you finally feel relatively at ease for the first time since your escape.

your phone buzzes from nearby, and you blink at the screen after picking it up. a message from nikolai stares back at you.

sent what i have, hope it helps 22:43 pm

thanks, appreciate it! 22:43 pm

i'll let you know if i find anything else 22:44 pm

you quickly dry off and get dressed in more comfortable clothes, grabbing your laptop as you stroll into the living room and get settled on the couch. it only takes a couple minutes to access the files that nikolai sent, and upon seeing a page of folders to look through, you're left shocked at the sheer amount of information he gave.

it's overwhelming, just how much makarov has done in his career - if you can even call international terrorism a "career." you decide to begin at the top of the list, shaking off the uneasy feeling that settles in the pit of your stomach.

the contents of the folder go from typical, almost expected, crimes from someone like him, to acts that make you understand why price is wary of him. you sift through each file, studying the contents as if you're going to be quizzed on them, each word acting as another nail ripped out of your coffin.

the list of crimes seems endless. kidnapping, torture, trafficking, bombings, assassinations, mass murder... not only are you lucky to be uninjured, you're lucky to be alive. the privilege of being a "special" target, you presume. if not for your position in the task force, you'd be lying dead in a ditch or tortured to the brink of insanity. your stomach churns at the thought.

eventually, you reach a folder named "personal." it lives up to its name, as when you access it, the files are all details about the man himself. some of the basic information is known to you already, but most of it is entirely new - stuff you're sure was intentionally hidden away from curious eyes.

what you can find of his life before he began his reign of terror both answers your questions and adds more to the list. he was a paratrooper, a captain in the spetsnaz, regarded as a master in the field despite the list of complaints on his file. many of the men under his command considered him a natural leader; charismatic, cunning, but harsh in his methods. he received several comments from the higher-ups about his alarming behaviors, but it all came to a head when he was investigated for war crimes. he left the military to avoid the charges.

somehow, the crimes that got him discharged seem mild compared to what he's done since. you can't wrap your brain around why makarov treated you so... kindly, given everything you've read. he should have ended your life or made it a living hell, but instead, you got regular medical treatment, decent conditions, and mostly left alone during your imprisonment.

you sit back from the screen, sluggishly running a hand down your face. makarov didn't fight to keep you captured. if anything, he was happy to let you escape. it doesn't make sense. he went through the effort of capturing you alive and gained nothing from it. for a man that favors the zero-sum game, he's not playing it well.

unless this is his gain. getting in your head, confusing you, forcing you to think about him when you should be focusing on recovering. he's bogging you down, preventing you from being reliable for your teammates.

or, maybe you're looking into things too deeply. overestimating just how clever one man can be.

your phone buzzes from its spot on the cushion, and you blink at the bright screen, squinting to read the notification. it's a text message from an unknown number. a few different people flash through your mind, potential allies that could have changed their numbers recently, but no one stands out. you exhale and click the notification to open up the message fully.

feeling well? 12:35 am

you stare at the message for a minute. it can’t be price or any of the boys, you already have their phone numbers. you highly doubt that laswell changed hers without updating you, and nikolai probably hasn’t change his in the two hours since your last conversation. just as you go to type a response, two more messages pop up.

recovering at home is preferable, isn't it? 12:36 am

much more comfortable than a medical wing. 12:36 am

who is this? 12:37 am

take a guess - m 12:37 am

a chill creeps up your spine as the realization dawns on you. it's makarov; not only does he have your phone number, but he knows you're not at base. he's managed to track your location in less than six hours.

you drop your phone on the coffee table and shoot a wary glance around the room before checking to make sure your front door is locked. once you're sure of it, you start to pace around the room, wringing your hands together. the smart decision would be to call someone - price, laswell, one of the boys, someone that can get here quickly or send a person in their place.

you're not defenseless by any means, but there's no telling what makarov knows. he could be halfway across the world or in the very same city, and you have no way of finding out without putting yourself at risk. you may have gotten lucky in al-mazrah, but you can't rely on luck.

your phone lights up again, and from your position a few feet away, you can just barely make out what the screen says.

let's talk, lieutenant. 12:40 am

no fucking way. you're not entertaining the madman that you just escaped.

you need to get out; take a walk, clear your head. makarov knows where you are, but that doesn't mean he's actually here. for all you know, it could be a lucky guess. you throw on a jacket and slip on a pair of shoes before shoving your phone in your pocket, hastily stumbling out the door. the crisp night air hits you the second you step out, making you draw your jacket tighter around yourself as you start down the sidewalk.

your brisk - practically panicked - walk does little to calm your nerves initially. you have to force yourself to slow down, strolling along at a more leisurely pace. after a couple minutes, your shoulders droop and the panic begins to dissipate.

the late hour means that you're the only person out right now. all you have for company is the occasional breeze that sweeps past, and you think that you prefer it this way.

until your phone buzzes. you stop dead in your tracks and pick it up, letting out a relieved breath at soap's name flashing on the screen. you answer the call with an easy smile.

"hey! i didn't expect you to pick up," soap laughs on the other end. "realized how late it was after dialin' your number." he adds, pulling a chuckle from you.

"haven't been able to sleep, so i figured i'd take a walk." you shrug, as if he can see you.

"ah, figured you'd pass out the second you landed." he concedes while you absentmindedly toe at the ground, eyeing your surroundings. "just wanted to check in– make sure everything is going okay with you."

for a moment, you debate on mentioning the messages from makarov. logically, it's the right thing to do; your team needs to know about any potential threats. however, there's a little part of you that hesitates to say anything. you feel the urge to keep it a secret, to wait and see what happens. makarov's given you useful intel before, maybe you can get more out of him.

"yeah, i'm doing all right," you mutter, reassuring soap. "just want to get back to work as soon as i can. i miss you guys."

soap gives you an appreciative hum. "y'just gotta heal up quick, l.t.! we're all missing you here. ghost and price are meaner than you are."

"they're not 'mean,' they just don't tolerate as much nonsense from you and gaz as i do." you counter with a playful laugh, pulling a groan from soap.

"it's not nonsense, it's– what?" soap suddenly stops talking, and you hear a voice in the background of the call. he says something to the person before exhaling dramatically and speaking into the phone again. "sorry 'bout that, it was price. apparently we've got somethin' to handle– a wrecked shadow company transport, i think. i'll send a message after we're done, yeah?"

you wave your hand while talking, again, as if he can see you. "don't worry about it, just stay safe out there. let me know how it goes."

the two of you exchange quick goodbyes and you end the call with a smile still plastered on your face. your brows furrow as you immediately receive another call, though. the number that flashes across the screen makes you grip the phone tighter, your knuckles turning white from the strain.

makarov, of course. you decline the call with an irritated sigh and spin on your heel, heading back to your apartment. another one comes through seconds later, which you choose to simply ignore this time. you speed up the short walk to your front door and slam it closed behind you, locking it just as quickly.

"you are surprisingly difficult to get ahold of, petra."

you whip around and press your back to the door, locking eyes with the man you tried so desperately to avoid. makarov stands in the middle of the room, a smug grin on his face, his arms loosely crossed over his chest as he stares you down.

"how the hell did you find me so fast?" you sneer at him, hand tightening around the set of keys in your palm. he's wearing a thick vest and armor plates - they won't save you, but the keys might buy you enough time to reach the gun in your bedroom.

"i have my ways," he tilts his head to the side, moving to lean against the back of your couch. "i needed to speak with you, and you weren't answering the phone. this was my only option."

you scoff at the claim, briefly loosening your grip. "no, you also have the option of leaving me alone." you argue, stepping further into the room. "besides killing you, we don't have any business to discuss."

"is that so?" makarov chuckles, glancing over his shoulder. you follow his gaze and land on your laptop. it's turned on again, with one of the pages detailing his personal history displayed on the screen. "you'll be very interested in what i have to say, lieutenant."

you bite your tongue, shifting your weight and dragging your focus back to him. "fine. tell me, then."

makarov straightens, his gaze flitting back to you. the edges of the keys dig into the skin of your palm, the bite of the cold metal keeping you grounded as he stalks toward you, like a predator approaching a prey animal. those alarm bells start going off in your head again, every instinct screaming at you to preemptively strike or run.

when he's a few feet away, you lunge. jabbing your keys forward, you try to hit one of the weak spots of his vest, aiming for the one of the gaps near the straps.

the training he underwent years ago is made readily apparent as makarov easily grabs your wrist and twists it, disarming you in one smooth motion. you try to use your other hand to break free, only to end up with both hands in his iron grip. you're spun around and shoved against the wall with your hands behind your back, trapped between your bodies.

you struggle, but that only encourages him to tighten his grip, firmly pinning your hands. he presses forward, using his own body weight to prevent you from fighting him off.

"you're predictable, petra," he mutters, the comment making you thrash against him. "you can't see past yourself– i am freely offering you information that your allies would die to gather themselves. take advantage of this generosity."

"i hate you," you seethe, writhing and trying to break free of his hold. he doesn't budge even a little, chuckling softly next to your ear as he leans in closer.

"good. i like that." makarov murmurs, his voice low and controlled, warm breath fanning over your skin. heat floods through your veins when he speaks, which you attribute to anger towards him.

until he nudges you again, his upper body falling almost perfectly in line with the curve of your back, his hands loosening slightly and providing your red-marked wrists with some relief. it just now occurs to you how close he is, the steady rise and fall of his chest against your spine forcing your own staggering breathing to calm itself and match his. his cropped hair tickles the side of your ear as he hovers next to you, his side profile visible in the edge of your vision.

you bite your tongue again, though for a different reason than earlier. holding any feelings but hatred and contempt for your enemy - you might as well mark yourself as a traitor if that happens. you can't allow yourself to fall for the games that he's definitely playing with you. the task force needs you, and they need whatever intel makarov can provide you with right now.

"i can be civil," you concede, barely above a whisper. "i won't attack if you don't." you add a moment later, pursing your lips.

you can see the edge of his lips twitch from the corner of your eye. makarov releases your wrists after a beat and steps back, giving you enough space to turn around and face him, pressing your back flat against the wall.

"do you trust the commander of shadow company?" he asks, bluntly. you narrow your gaze, huffing at the thought.

"graves? not by a longshot. i can trust him enough to shoot your guys before he shoots me, but that's it." you reply in an equally blunt tone.

"do you believe he is attached to the general's plans?" he says, and you deliberate before shaking your head. it wouldn't make sense, given graves' recent allyship with urzikstan. makarov continues, appearing satisfied with your answer. "you're correct. the shadow is not aware of shepherd's plans any more than your team is."

"how does this help me?"

"you will need him to cooperate in order to take down general shepherd," makarov asserts. you tilt your head curiously, urging him to elaborate. "which means, unfortunately, that you will have to work with him. my men can handle the general's lap dogs, but commander graves is the only person that can locate the general himself."

of course. your catalogue of enemies that you have no choice but to work with just keeps expanding.

"i see." you mumble, fingers twitching at the prospect of working with graves. tolerating his soldiers is one issue, but the commander is a whole other ballpark. "i still don't understand– why are you giving me all of this?"

makarov finally tears his gaze from yours for the first time since you separated. he walks over to the front door, right next to your spot against the wall, and unlocks it with a small twist of the lock. he turns toward you, though his eyes do not lift to yours again.

"the enemy of my enemy is my friend," he utters, swinging the door open. "we'll be in touch. do not ignore me next time i contact you."

you nearly miss his eyes flicking up to your face, the action so short that it feels like a trick of the light. he walks out of your apartment, closing the door behind him with a soft thud, stopping you from watching him as he disappears into the night. you don't think you want to know where he goes, but one thing that you can say for certain is that it won't be the last you see of him.

you'll be seeing him even sooner than you can imagine.

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fic-heaven · 29 days

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Distant memory . aot au

[Armoured Titan! Ghost x Female Titan! Reader]

🐥Wanted to write sum Ghostie because apparently he's the only cod character that attracts people to my page :')

Angst to comfort to angst/ aot lore/ Ghost being Ghost/ cute Gaz just wants peace/ traumatized Reader/ ghost's family is still alive/ titans

- Your marleyan captain Makarov ordered your childhood crush to infiltrate the enemy territory in Paradis island. It is your duty as the female titan bearer to aid the armoured and the colossal since they took too long to update on their spying mission. After so long apart, you and Ghost are confronted with feelings from the past.

Sometimes, when your body took the appearance of a fourteen feet tall beast of a woman, you liked to imagine you were flying.

The clouds seemed so close you could reach them, the birds in the sky spooked at the size of a big pair of eyes close to their path of flight, the sun was hotter but not as much as your torching body, the ground was so low you didn't want to even look at it. Not because you had acrophobia, but because of all the war and chaos bellow.

You were no killing machine. You were just a girl trapped in a war too big for you to participate until they forced you to become a monster bound to do monstrous things. A monster that quickly made you fit to their senseless war to obey and follow the cruel orders of your captain Makarov. Though you were not the only sheep forced to become a wolf, there were other cursed people that understood just how terrifying it was to be forced to become a Titan bearer.

As the plan of exterminating the eldians from Paradis Island took a drastic delay of three years, Captain Makarov himself ordered you to infiltrate as aid for the two previously sent spies also carriers of the colossal and the armored Titan. He thought the Female Titan could shift the attention back to the real course, the real reason you three were sent to that hell-hole.

The sky looked so pretty but your admiration was bound to be interrupted when soldiers from the Survey Corps fly directly above your head. Those soldiers you had joined months ago, those you currently call comrades, siblings in arms...

How sad.

Your head shot downwards taking some of them with you since their ODM gear (Omni-directional mobility gear) was stuck to your scalp. The way your head violently dragged them made the poor souls smash directly into the green weeds and rocks from the ground of the forest you were fastly diving to. You weren't dumb, you knew this change of scenario would be heavily beneficial for them. You wanted to give that advantage.

After half an hour with more killing, running and dodging your titan was tied to multiple trees by metallic wires that cut deeply into the muscles of your human-shaped war tank. You didn't struggle, you knew with your crystalization powers you could easily chop your way out of the trap you got yourself into. But that would be too easy, you had to give them time, you had to make sure the other two spies would spot you, shit themselves and finally try and meet up with you for news about the mission and an update from Marley and their families.

The veil of night engulfs the forest, torches were lit everywhere in order to keep your titan well observed. Many of the soldiers here, even Captain Price, had tried to lure you out of your titan but you never relented although It was hard to maintain focus for so many hours being under there, many times you had felt tempted to indulge them and get out of that suffocating coffin of bones and flesh, you prayed to the gods the spies would interfiere soon to get you out of there. Lucky you didn't have to wait a whole new hour for shifts to turn, apparently Simon Riley and Kyle Garrick had spotted a pack of titans rushing to your position to which caused havoc in the make-shift camp they made.

The titans made a nice job of killing most of them until they got to your titan, chewing it's flesh with vigor, their soulless eyes never leaving the meat of your titan's body. Thanks to this you managed to get out of it's nape with agility dodging every mouth that shot your way. Your ODM gear was surprisingly intact considering it had been inside your titan's body for almost a whole entire day, you felt your brain foggy and your muscles protesting when you balanced yourself into the giant branches of a nearby tree, rushing to regroup with the captain who heavily chastised you for being so late. You were relieved he didn't notice you coming out of the titan all of them had bravely captured and was now being feasted upon.

"What the hell took ya so long!? We thought you had been eaten-"

"She was with us." Ghost.

You hadn't seen Simon Riley in six years since he was sent as a teenager to the eldians' den. You remember crying yourself to sleep because the cute butcher's boy was taken from you before you could confess your feelings. But he is a man now and you are a woman bounded to your respective duties. He has changed so much you couldn't immediately recognize him until you spotted the tattoos on his arm, the tattoos you had designed for him all those years back. The mask Ghost ported was new, but it somehow suited him, it was funny how the armored Titan's porter also shielded his face with some kind of armor. Perhaps he didn't know who he was anymore so he opted to hide what was underneath to create a new identity as Lieutenant Ghost from the 141 squad of the Survey Corps. How easily had he moved on from you, from Marley.

"She was scouting with us, sir. We picked 'er before we left, t'was a last-minute decision. I take full responsibility..." Said Sargeant Gaz with an embarrassed expression.

"Fine, whatever. We ain't got no time for apologies with all the losses we just suffered. Let's regroup with the others and get the fuck out of this nightmare of a forest." The captain snarled defeated.

"Sir, what about the female Titan?" Soap asked alarmed.

"There's nothing we can do. We are a group of seven against a whole horde, we are wounded and she's getting eaten there's nothin' we can do."

"But-"

"Obey my command or you can throw yourself to the titans alone!"

The whole squad instantly straightened their aching backs at the intimidating tone of their captain to soon begin launching themselves through the trees to the awaiting horses at the limits of the forest. Once you got into your horse with a cold look you glanced at Gaz and Ghost, they instantly stared back at you in hidden fear and anticipation.

Months ago they had heard a new flock of soldiers had joined the corps but they didn't expect you. Actually... With every year that passed they feared you'd come, but after six years their fears were almost extinguished with the silly expectancy that Makarov had given up on the extermination. But seeing you here with that cold look in your eyes, the way your skin look paler and how big your muscles had gotten, how much you had changed since the last time they had seen you... It meant they had forced you all these years to train to come and correct their failure, like they were actually expecting it. Ghost felt a wave of hatred clouding his already turbulent mind, his horse picked speed leaving you behind with Gaz until the boy sighed, gave you a knowing nod and followed after his lieutenant.

They knew they couldn't run away from you and their responsibilities, their loyalty was being doubted by the very same captain who trained them to become man-eating monsters in exchange for a better life for their families. Ghost wasn't offended by this, he understood compleatly, but the fact that Makarov sent you... It seemed like the captain knew exactly what you meant to him and the hurricane of feelings that would struck him by sending you to enemy territory. You brought old feelings that tormented Simon when he first got to this retched island until he matured and foolishly thought he grew past them.

"Fucking hell..."

You had reached the fortress they used to operate, resupply, plan their expeditions and run experiments to investigate the titans. You got an earful from Price who decided to pick up where you left off before he sent you to the showers and finally go to the barracks where Garrick awaited at the door with a grim look. Seeing him like this, with tiredness shagging his body but all grown and healthy made a you feel slightly off put at the seemingly great conditions the eldian people had graced the boys for exchange of their effort to "save humanity"

"Ky..."

He looked to his left and right making sure no one was in the hall before he ran to you wrapping his arms around your body in a tight hug. "Y-you... Fuck..." He couldn't speak, nostalgia hit you two like a boulder and tears were shed in each other's arms "My goodness you had grown... You used to be a little mouse back then" you said pinching his cheek. "Must be the titan in me." Gaz joked referring to the colossal titan's power running through his blood.

"You had made quite an entrance! I'm sorry we couldn't aid you faster, Simon uh... Well... He had a meltdown." His eyes tried to express the words he couldn't bring himself to say yet you played dumb because you did want him to say it.

"He's changed (y/n). The years we spent here since we were brats... They have practically finished raising us."

Your face changed from sympathy to cold defensiveness. Gaz was quick to rectify.

"It's not- I mean, we are loyal to our homeland, but seeing you was like getting a glimpse of the lives we left behind to integrate here. You know how emotional Simon is under that hardened exterior."

"He was given the armored titan for a reason. We need to talk. Where is he?" You sighed taking a step back and pinching the bridge of your nose.

Gaz grimaced signaling you to speak lower hoping no one has heard a word you just muttered. "His office...Come."

Walking down the corridor to the lieutenant's office gave you more fright than enduring Price's lectures whenever you did something to piss him off. You hated Simon for leaving you behind, but you knew it was your duty as titan shifters to accomplish what Makarov has put in your hands, and yet... You missed that bad temper and sassy frown he always carried, you missed stargazing while eating stolen watermelons from the market of your street, you missed when you two would pair up for every tiring exercise each morning to make your captain proud, you missed your Simon, and you were afraid "Ghost" the eldian version of Simon had replaced the boy you grew up with. Kyle was still your loving, trusting Kyle. But Ghost?

Gaz knew the mission your lives were doomed to accomplish made you and Ghost sacrifice more than living a normal life, it also made you put aside the feelings you held for one another. Kyle had spent multiple nights being Simon's rock, encouraging him to very slowly open the troubles of his heart to him, in the den of wolves they were instructed to dive in, only them both were fully aware of the true sacrifices they had to endure when they were only children for their families to not live in misery, poverty and hunger, while they told the eldian soldiers lies about their origins. Kyle will never tell you about the nights Simon spent crying feeling convinced that he'd never see you again. As time passed by, Gaz picked the red flags of an incoming identity crisis that only seemed to soothe whenever Simon was reminded of you, of your sole existence, not his family, not his friends but only you and the feelings he strongly felt for you managed to separate Lieutenant Ghost from Simon Riley, the tattoo on his arm you had doodled for him out of boredom and that he surprised you one day having tattooed it, was the only physical proof that you existed, that his whole childhood wasn't a dream. That he only came here to return the founder to Makarov, not live a life as a new Simon who has no (y/n) to love, defend and train with.

With all this said, Gaz was understandably worried about this reunion. Not just because of the news you had from Marley but also for the new update they recently got to inform you.

Ghost was already waiting for you two sitting on his wooden chair that by the looks of the damaged floor, he had dragged with total carelessness from behind his stacked table to the left side of the office right across a sitting area with a small coffee table that held three cups of tea.

When you stepped inside he froze, his body went rigid on his spot, the hairs of his arms rose in goosebumps. You were equally as struck but you swallowed it down for the sake of formalities, as you muttered your quick greetings you sat across from him along with Gaz. Ghost nods your way, places his mask down the table and you try not to cry at the view of your long-lost love sitting there with tired eyes, his littler of scars you remember tracing with your fingers and a sadness radiating from him that made your pulse shake.

"Gentlemen, is it safe to speak?"

"Made sure t'pick the office farthest from the barracks, laboratory and Prize's quarters. The only potential trouble would be the stables nearby, but at this hour it's empty." Ghost said in a matter of fact tone.

"Everyone's in the barracks and the captain is currently on his room writing Laswell of today's mission." Gaz concluded.

You sigh, take a long sip of your cup of tea and carefully place it down fighting a smile. Ghost still remembers how you like it. The men look at each other until Gaz decides to begin:

"We have the attack titan secluded."

"That means Valeria is dead....YOU LET THIS HAPPEN! YOU FUCKING TRAITORS!"

Gaz and Ghost abruptly stand up alerted by the change of mood. This wasn't like you. Kyle calmed you down begging for you to lower your tone, you ignored him smashing the table looking at the distance begging for clarification.

Ghost sat down again and decided to speak. "We are still loyal to our homeland than you think, (y/n)." Gaz nods "Valeria is not dead. She's trapped, contained... They don't even fully understand how the power of the founder works. They plan to study her."

"Why the fuck did you let that happen?"

"We couldn't simply interfiere, it would have blown our cover!" Gaz wails.

"Your cover has lasted six years. Why do you think Makarov sent me?"

"Hopefully not to finish us for the delay." Ghost grunts.

"Us? As in... Task force 141!?" You spat and he flinched lowering the tea from his lips.

"As you know, this mission should have taken less than three years and you doubled it, he is understandably anxious and pissed. Boys, we are still after the founder. Do not lose track on the mission ahead and remember who the real enemy is."

There was a pause then, your bodies feeling exhausted because of all the acrobatics from the last failed mission in the forest and the tension of the thousand feelings this whole conversation was evoking from each of you. As you took another sip of tea, Simon noted how the softness of youth had disappeared from you, stripped away by your hateful marleyan captain Makarov, and all because him and Gaz couldn't accomplish the mission faster as they were getting a soft spot for the eldians, for captain Price, for Johnny... He has failed you and the wrath of your captain fell on you transforming your beautiful body into a galaxy of pain and sorrows, your eyes a pair of dead stars whose light died the day Simon left, and the scars along your body were constellations of memories in the battlefield and your abusive training with your captain before getting the divine "privilege" of being a shifter, your healing powers healed any wound you got from then on never the scars your body during youth.

You composed yourself after a long sigh. "Where do they keep Valeria?"

"On a cell in the lav, they got her sedated. They uh... Have been discussing how and who will get to take her titan."

"So they do suspect it can be taken away...Who exactly did they have in mind?"

"We don't know, but we think it's Colonel Alejandro Vargas." Ghost grunts.

"Tsk. That fool is too unstable. He'll kill us all trying to tame her power... Soap?"

"Nah, lad's got less chance to earn it... What about the captain?" Asked Gaz.

"Old man's too sane to throw his human life away for a power he does not fully understand." Ghost says back.

"For now it's looking like Ale will get it...." You sigh. "So for now they'll keep her locked until Vargas agrees to inherit it, is that correct?"

They collectively nod with their sight lost in thought mauling at the information spilled until you say something that shocks them.

"Alejandro is too impulsive the attach titan would suit him perfectly... I suggest we try to convince him to take it."

"Have you gone fucking mad!?" Ghost barks making Gaz almost drop his teacup.

"We'll try to get him to join our cause first, show him what's further the walls and the sea. If he does we'll have the attack titan, if he doesn't we kill him. Simple. Judging by how passionate he is about human rights I bet convincing him will be like stealing candy to a kid, and with him cones his squad of vaqueros, wherever Ale goes they go, it could be very beneficial."

Gaz sighs trying to hide his nervousness at the prospect of killing the colonel "But If Alejandro dies...?"

You smile "Then we will try luck with his second in command, Rodolfo Parra. We could blame captain Price for Alejandro's murder if it comes to be, it must be during a scouting mission or else it'll be too obvious... Then with the pain of the loss Rudy will be easier to mold to our like."

Gaz and Ghost seemed convinced exchanging a few words amongst each other. "It's good t'have ya back, (y/n)." Ghost admits out loud and you thank deity up there that he is so reluctant to kill one of his current allies for the sake of Makarov's plan.

An hour has passed informing the boys about their families. How Simon's brother has gotten engaged and was expecting a son and how Kyle's twin had opened a business near the market street you all used to play and steal stuff from. By the end Kyle decided to head back to the barracks with a wide smile after hearing from his brother and Ghost- well. He wanted to speak to you about a private matter, Garrick understood instantly and left without a fuss.

Now that you were alone together, Simon went to sit on Gaz's previous seat next to you as you took something from your pocket.

"I had brought these for you..." You softly said handing him a small stock of sweets from Marley. The sweets you used to share together when you chilled together in the rooftops of old abandoned buildings from your neighborhood.

Ghost let out a low chuckle "Waited til' Gaz wasn't around to share 'em with me, doll?" Your face softened at the use of the old nickname he used to call you, He melted in the spot, both of you smiling like idiots and looking elsewhere other than each other's eyes.

"Never liked 'em." He said simply and you looked at him in confusion. "I only pretended to like 'em because you always wanted to share them with me."

"You buffoon..." You chuckled then and sighed a "More for me I guess..." Before shoving the sweets to your pocket but Ghost's hand shot to your wrist stopping you mid motion. His other hand open the bag slightly to scoop up a sweet and gently, very very gently placed it in the gap between your lips.

"Keep it there." He whispered it so sensually you couldn't help but obey, the sweet taste of the marleyan treat melted a little in your mouth.

He leaned to you ear, a hand nuzzling your right cheek gentle like a summer breeze, Simon supports his weight on his other arm, his hand resting near your thigh brushing it lightly with his thumb. You could feel shivers running down your spine. "I said I only ate it when you offered to share 'em with me."

He parted from your ear meeting your eyes with a dark look on his, brown orbes landed on your lips still holding the sweet. Your hands scratch lightly on the stubble from his jaw making his eyes close as he slowly leaned closer once more, your noses touched until you tilted your head to accommodate the lieutenant.

Simon kisses you then, his tongue swiftly robbing the sweet from your mouth. He parts a few millimeters, swallows the treat with an exaggerated gulp and a grimace then tries to kiss you again until you stop him placing your index finger on his lips.

"If you are gonna make that expression on the first kiss you give me I don't want to imagine the face you'll make when we-"

A harsh knock on the door interrupted your sensual moment when the voice of Soap spoke from the other side.

"Love, ye locked the door. Mind lettin' me in...?"

Love?

This was his lieutenant's office he surely must have mistaken it for someone else's room...

But the look of panic on Simon's face said it all. You abruptly stand up like he had burned you. And frankly he must have, because the ache you felt at that moment was worse than a simple burn.

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ladybellissima · 6 months

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Finding Love Katakuri x Reader Part 18

"This way. Follow Sweet General Katakuri!", Perospero ordered, while passing the Mirroworld with a chess soldier army behind his back.

The lolly pop lover was catching up with his brother, but didn't dare to say a word. Alone the cold aura which erupted from his body, let him shake in fear.

"I never saw him so strained…", Perospero thought uneasy and looked up to his serious expression. He knew what bothers him and mostly it was his fault. To his luck Katakuri never would lay a finger on his siblings. That's what he hoped nervously. Perospero cursed under his breath about his stupid actions.

" Brother. I am sorry that I told Mama that the straw hats have the wedding cake… I focused on the situation I was in and not about (Y/N). I was so in panic of her going berserk… ", he spoke sadly and waited for a reaction. Even if it was a shout. He would endure it, because Katakuri had every right to be pissed.

" Katakuri? "

"Brother? "

Nothing. Perospero sighed and looked down to the floor. He would do anything to make it up to him. And mostly his wife.

"The next time you are in panic of Mama, shut your mouth and endure it.", Katakuri's voice shot through the silence like an arrow.

"I am sorry…", Perospero apologized again.

"You bought us time to get another cake.", Katakuri looked down to his brother, who thought this was a good thing, but the angered look showed him otherwise.

"But a safed island is nothing compared to my wife's life.", he spoke in a threatening tone, which let his face go pale.

"If (Y/N) is still with the straw hats and get hurt because of you or worse…the rest is up to you to imagine.", Katakuri spoke shortly and went on.

Sweat rolled down Perospero's face and he had to control his trembling body. Their mother could be a scary monster, but Katakuri was on a whole different level.

" Don't get behind. ", Katakuri growled pissed and pulled him out of his trance. Didn't realizing that he had froze in the spot, after his brother scared the shit out of him, he quickly jumped and catched up with the group.

Katakuri balled his fists in anger. First this bastard Bege could escape with the straw hats, while taking his wife with them and then he have to endure the thought that (Y/N) is in direct contact with Mama's hunger pang. A situation so worse that the chance of surviving was like 0. He couldn't go after her either. His mother was faster than he ever would be able to. The easiest and best solution was to go like already planned and head to their ship through the mirroworld. They sure were already on the way there and so he was able to get (Y/N) as soon as possible. Hopefully.

"(Y/N)…", he thought stressed and couldn't believe that she was again out there on her own. He swore to keep her safe at all cost and now he was again walking alone and dealing with the thought of failing. This feeling inside of him let him go insane. He, the collected, calm and strongest sweet commander was afraid. And the only thing he could do was trusting her to get out of it alive and walking faster to reach his destination.

On the other side (Y/N) was screaming in fear of attacking fire balls, which flew past her head. Big mom's craving for the cake got more and more insane and she attacked the tree with all she got.

"What cake do you mean!? We don't have one you crazy hag!!", Luffy shouted pissed and shielded himself with his haki to avoid any damage.

"You have my cake!!!!! Give me my wedding cake!!!! I will destroy you straw hats!!", she went on, captured in her insanity.

Believing that it would be over now, Nami stepped before everyone and focused her weapon to Big mom's cloud and to everyones surprise she was able to stop it with a special technique. With a loud crash, Big mom smashed to the ground, while they were able to get more space between them.

"Nami you were amazing.! You saved us!", (Y/N) cheered happily, but stopped in her tracks after spotting a familiar face above her.

"(Y/N) thank God you are safe!!! I heard you were taken by the straw hat crew and were in between the fights. ", Pudding shouted relieved, while the others gasped of her sudden appearance. Not only because of that. Chiffon stood next to Pudding with a worried expression on her face. Confused (Y/N) didn't understand why they were flying all the way here on a magic carpet. On top of that Chiffon didn't seem to get along well with her family. So why was she with Pudding?

"I don't have much time. Sanji you have to come with us. We can't stop Mama without a cake! We need your help. Chiffon is helping too.", Pudding called out for her ex groom, who was deciding what to do.

(Y/N) was unsure of what to think about Pudding. It seemed that she didn't have any bad intentions, but that wasn't so easy to believe. Nevertheless she was right.

" She is right. Mama will go on till she is satisfied…in the end she will destroy the whole island. ", (Y/N) spoke scared, but was stopped by a soft hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry (Y/N) ~swan, I will take care of it.", he spoke and jumped up to the carpet.

"I will come to the sunny when I am done. Go ahead Luffy.", he called out. Captured by his appearance and closeness, Pudding felt blood triple down her nose and she nodded happily. (Y/N) hesitated at first, but she couldn't miss this chance at any cost.

"Pudding, did you meet Katakuri on your way here? Is he alright?", she asked full of hope. Pudding smiled down to her worried gaze.

"The last time I saw him was at sweet city. He was alright with his usual angered expression. Sadly I don't have more information for you.", she sang while focusing on Sanji. (Y/N) smiled of the thought of him.

"But (Y/N)….!", Pudding was about to say something but was interrupted by a glowing light of Big mom's sun Prometheus.

Everything happened so fast that (Y/N) wasn't able to follow. Quickly she was grabbed by Luffy, while he jumped down from the tree and crashed into the ground. Her vision got blurry of the immense heat which surrounded them and everything was tinted red.

"Kingbaum !!", Nami shouted terrifyed and had to see how the tree, which they were traveling on, was burnt down into ashes by Big mom's sun. Shocked (Y/N) grabbed Luffy's vest for support, who hold her close to protect her from the heat. "You bastard…", he growled pissed , but knew that there was nothing he could do anymore.

"Nami we have to leave!!!", Luffy took her hand and pulled her along with (Y/N) close by. The seducing woods were the last part before reaching their ship, but because of Kingbaum's death the trees were getting in the way. Frustrated Luffy fought his way through them, while their goal was just meters away. Desperate everyone was looking and searching for a way to get out. But suddenly their aggressive behavior turned into a confused and calm one.

"Luffy!", Sanji called out and appeared beside them on the magic carpet.

"Pudding is helping you with the trees..", he called out and Pudding used her special ability to let the trees remember their past lifes. Relieved Luffy thanked them happily.

"(Y/N)! Come with me. We head back to cacao Island!", she called out and reached out for her hand. Hesitating her look fell onto Luffy and Nami who knew what was going to happen.

"(Y/N) needs to go back. She is one of us.", Pudding went on seriously. (Y/N) smiled bitterly of the truth and the thought to say goodbye to them. She really liked the happy attitude of Luffy and hoped to see Chopper one last time. Looking at Luffy he too wasn't happy to part ways.

"We knew from the beginning that my travel with your crew will end sooner or later. After all i am a hostage and an enemy. Let me return to where I belong… You and your crew had to suffer a lot and still you were all so kind to keep me safe as well. Protecting me even if you get hurt. I am very grateful.", she spoke and let the others smile of her kind words.

" You never were an enemy to us. You are our nakama (Y/N). And I would keep you safe if you come with us. I told you to bring you to the Sunny and then back to your husband. ", the straw hat captain spoke seriously and took her off guard.

" I know Luffy. But I know where this would end. And I don't want to interfere in what is about to happen, because I can't stop it. Seeing you and your crew hurt would make me terribly sad. And seeing Katakuri and his siblings hurt would break my heart. So this is for the best.. ", (Y/N) 's words stunned everyone.

"It's okay (Y/N). We will miss you a lot.", Luffy came to her side and hugged her tightly.

"If Katakuri would see that, he would break Luffy in two..", Pudding spoke shocked, while Sanji growled frustrated that his captain always got this opportunity.

"I think this is the last time we see each other. Luffy thank you for everything. You are a great captain with the heart on the right spot. Don't ever change and I wish you and your crew all the best.. and if you meet Katakuri… I know you are enemies, but tell him i am okay..Will you? I can imagine how worried he is right now and this made him loose his focus. I don't want him to get hurt because of me..", she told Luffy and hugged him back tightly. It was like saying goodbye to a longtime friend. The shadow of his hat covered his smile. With a serious "I will. I wish you all the best (Y/N)… ", he lifted her up and placed her on the carpet.

"Nami stay safe and say goodbye to Chopper for me. He is really cute and I like him a lot.", (Y/N) spoke her last goodbye, while leaving the straw hat crew behind. Silently Luffy and Nami gave each other a sad smile.

"I didn't know her like you do, but she is really a kind hearted woman. Unbelievable to think that she belongs to Katakuri.", Jimbei spoke surprised, while Luffy turned away, his look guided to the beach.

"Let's go Luffy…", Nami spoke while brushing a tear away. Nodding the captain and the others were rushing through the woods. Finally reaching their goal, while loosing a dear friend on the way.

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liptonwashere · 7 months

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only you (and you alone)

(i wanted to upload this earlier, but my respiratory allergy has struck again and i am fighting for my life 😂) hi @hell-it-was-you! i'm your assigned writer for the HBO war short story exchange. i've never written a story in English before so this is a first for me, and it was fun! i hope you like it. thank you for participating in this exchange, and thanks to those who organized it! 🫶

show: band of brothers

ship: speirton

word count: 999 words

fanfiction prompts: a private bet at officers poker night. a drunken very sloppy confession of feelings

warnings: none

a/n: they're so silly here. i'm sorry lmao

Ron often wondered about the how's and why's as a puzzle he must resolve at any cost. Most likely, he wondered about those matters that didn't really need a resolution outside the battlefield.

Whenever a dead soldier’s face appeared in his dreams—a name he could barely remember—and Ron’s façade would crumble down, asking himself, ‘Why are we still fighting?’

He had no idea.

Following orders felt natural to him. In and of itself, Speirs belonged to that certainty and what it involved: the rush.

His heart pounding loudly in his ears, and not a single doubt disturbing him. Later, Ron'd think about how in the hell he was still alive.

He wouldn't tell anyone about his thoughts.

Perhaps it was luck. Some people were lucky, and some were not. These questions always got him into an endless spiral, and he dawned on a new, unfair question.

Ron was so far beyond surprise he couldn't even open his mouth. He stared at Carwood, half-heartedly hearing Harry and Nixon, cards strewn all over the table, and drinks of whiskey Nix looted for each of them.

And Speirs wondered and wondered and wondered. Even after losing another hand.

He slumped his shoulders; what a lost cause.

How was it possible that Lieutenant Lipton was able to so easily read all of his moves? Infuriating. And what was more than infuriating? The unsolved why.

Why did he keep waiting for it? To be read by him?

Was it the rush?

Was it the way Lipton, with his lazy smirk and flushed, rosy cheeks, glanced at him like he knew what he was doing?

Probably.

Lip looked back at him through his lidded eyes, and Ron took a deep breath to ground himself.

He was getting sidetracked.

They had been drinking for hours when Harry and Nix called it a night. Ron could tell by Harry’s slurred speech and the unsteadiness of his feet that he was tipsy. Nix stood up, completely unaffected by what he’d drunk, and mocked a cheerful Lipton—the drunkest of them—by telling him to drink more wisely the next time. Nix, of all people.

Ron promised them to take care of him before the officers left.

He began to regret it.

Who would have thought Lipton was the silliest and most talkative drunk?

The room seemed to float around like a boat, making Lipton stumble around when he tried to stand. He was about to take the whole bottle, but Speirs stopped him by his wrist.

"Don't."

Lip read the stern expression on Ron's face and shook his head. "I'm not that drunk, sir."

"You’ve had too much. I can’t give you any more."

Ron placed a hand over Lip's shoulders, and he leaned into his touch. Not a single complaint from Carwood, just following his CO. As usual.

He carried him to their shared billet. Ron squinted at the darkness, swallowing the light, and was careful in his walking. A difficult task when Lipton couldn't stop talking soothingly into his ear.

"Remember when… you ran straight through the German line at Foy… and came back unscathed?"

Ron's eyes crinkled; he couldn't hold his smile for much longer.

"I remember it."

"You were… the bravest man I've ever seen… I’ll never forget that… as long as I live."

Lip did not speak afterward; his eyes were fixed on Speirs. His heart might burst at any moment, mesmerized by the sight.

Ron found he was still staring.

"Like what you see?"

That snapped Lipton out of the trance, blinking in his direction. He laughed, and his hot breath sent shivers down Ron's spine.

"I always do, sir." Lip said, matter-of-factly.

The conviction in Carwood's voice surprised Ron. They have been keeping things professional, but the major breakthrough came almost by accident.

Ron smiled, and controlled by a force outside himself, he whispered, tongue in cheek, "Are you flirting with me, Lieutenant?"

Lipton was silent for a good minute. It was so long that Speirs checked if he was still awake.

"Now that I think of it… I am, sir."

A straightforward answer that caught Ron off guard. Again. His face turned up to Lip in awe as he continued.

"I know… I'm not supposed to want you." Lipton closed his eyes. The words were just too difficult to force out of his own mouth. Finally, he managed to slur, "But I do."

And of course, Speirs wouldn't waste Lip's honesty.

"So you want me?"

Lipton glanced at Ron's lips, unaware that Ron was doing the same.

Carwood didn't bother to consider the consequences. The whiskey was causing him to say things he wouldn't have said otherwise, and he might blame himself for it in the morning, but not tonight.

"Yessir."

Ron hummed in response, amused.

Speirs had to hold himself back from kissing him. He knew by then that he never wanted anything more than to have Carwood's lips over his.

He thought about catching the nape of Carwood's neck and pulling him forward, cherishing a sweet gasp from his mouth. Ron let his thoughts run wild, Lip's fingers tangled into his curls to hold him closer, and the taste of whiskey in—

That would have to wait.

It was just a moment, but Ron's question had already been answered.

Neither of them said a word, just looking into each other's eyes and knowing the untold truth.

Carwood tilted his head from side to side, frowning. He had started to feel the effects of the alcohol long before he sobered up, so Ron made him drink a full glass of water before allowing him to lie down and sleep.

Settling in for his shut-eye, Lip mumbled.

"Good night, sir."

Ron chuckled unabashedly. How funny. Calling him "sir" after confessing his feelings, drunk and sloppy.

He pondered how Lipton would behave during his inevitable morning hangover.

"It's Ron."

Lip repeated to himself his name, a tender whisper, and he didn't know the effect it had on Speirs.

"Good night, Ron."

#hbowarshort23 #short story exchange #band of brothers #ronald speirs #carwood lipton #speirton #hbo war #yeah i am sucker for these two

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thedirtybeanlife · 1 year

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Fixer Upper

Simon Riley x Reader

word count: 3.1k

warnings: readers callsign is olive, cursing, blood, bullet wounds, brief mention of tortured children, mention of bad childhood

somewhat fluffy towards the end <3

Bullets whizzed past my head as I ran through the street. Fire was spreading like crazy and there had to be at least a hundred innocent civilians running for their lives. I crouched behind the bed of a truck, reloading my M16 and catching my breath. I looked down at my thigh, huffing as I saw how badly I was bleeding. One of the soldiers shot me in the thigh before I got the chance to shoot him. The blood had soaked through my pants, the camouflage fabric now a dark red.

Deciding to chance it and push my way through, I collected myself and emerged from behind the bed of the truck, rifle aimed and ready to fire. Immediately bullets started flying in my direction causing me to duck and fire at the four men standing behind the barricades. It took a few minutes and two clips of ammo to gun them down, as well as the suicide bomber who had run out of a nearby building. After leading some stray civilians to the nearest medic, I started finding my way to Ghost and Soap.

"Soap, Olive, sit-rep." Ghost's voice came through the comm in my ear.

"Alive and out of ammo." Soap's accent filled my ears.

"Olive? How copy?"

"On my way to you now Lt. Loosing a lot of blood though. Fucker shot me." I let out, my voice strained as I put pressure on my wound, pain flairing through my body.

"Can you make it?" the usually stoic man's voice sounded concerned.

“Yeah, yeah I can make it. Just- just need a minute or two..” I droned off, the sudden need to pass out flooding my brain.

"Doesn't sound like it. I'm on my way to your location now. Stay put." Soap cut in, his breath labored.

"Soap, with all due respect, I think I can make it without any more casualties." There was no way I was going to let Soap risk his life just because I had a little bullet wound.

"Stay there, Y/N." Ghost's voice cut in, a certain edge behind it that made my stubbornness dissipate.

"Yes, Sir." and with that I leaned back against the brick wall behind me and lowered my gun, lifting my leg from the ground to relieve some of the pain.

Slowly my vision started to get blurry, and I had to start manually breathing to keep my kind occupied until Soap got to me. I decided on sitting on the ground to see if that would help. The second I sat down, three men rounded the corner, large assault rifles in hand.

"That little bitch is around here somewhere." one of them whispered rather loudly.

"We should have some fun with her before we turn her into boss. You never see such young ones out here." another one spoke, his voice much more malicious.

"Like hell, ya’ dirty bastards." Soap's voice was heard, followed by three suppressed gunshots.

Each man fell to the floor, looks of surprise permanently etched on their faces. I let out a sigh of relief as Soap crouched down in front of me, quickly moving to check out my thigh and other wounds.

"Thank you." I gave him a weak smile, keeping my eyes open becoming nearly impossible.

"Don't you dare die on me, Olive. Let's get you out of here, yeah?" he moved to my side and wrapped my arm around his shoulder, pulling us up until we were standing.

I had to put pretty much all of my weight against him in order to stop the blinding white pain I experienced with every step. Thankfully we had already managed to take down most of the enemy, only a few stranglers that Soap picked off with his pistol. That made getting to Ghost at the rendezvous point much easier in my current condition. It took about ten minutes until we made it to the small cabin hidden in the middle of the woods. It looked weirdly intact and taken care of, but I didn't bother paying much mind to it. I needed to stop moving before I passed out.

"Alright, L/N. Just a few more steps, you can do it. l know you can." it sounded like he was trying to reassure himself more than anything, but I nodded along anyway and did my best to stay conscious.

The door slamming open startled me, making me grab my gun and aim it in front of me only to see Ghost standing in the door frame. He ushered us in with haste, eyeing me the entire time. He had soap sit me at the small wooden kitchen table while he left the room. He returned a moment later with a bag of what seemed like medical equipment, which would make sense. He kneeled down in front of me, placing the bag on the chair beside him. He ruffled through it for a moment before pulling out what he needed to stitch up my thigh.

"I'm gonna need you to pull your pants down, L/N."

"At least buy me a drink first, Lt." I joked, my words slurring together.

"Y/N, stop fucking around. Take them off before I cut them off." his voice was stern and his eyes were hard as he glared down at me.

With an eye roll, I lifted my hips and pulled down my cargo pants until the waistband was a few inches below my injury, my spandex the only thing covering me. Seemingly satisfied with my cooperation, Ghost pulled up the leg of my spandex before he started opening a bottle of rubbing alcohol which made me try and back away from him.

"Fuck that. Absolutely not. I'll just die." I started panicking, my already ragged breath getting worse.

"L/N, I need you to calm down. It's just a little bit'a alcohol. It only hurts for a few seconds, promise."

"I said no, asshole." I glared down at him as I still tried to get out of the chair and get to the door.

"MacTavish, hold her down."

"Lt. Isn't that a li-"

"Johnny!"

"Yes, Sir!" Soap was quick to stand behind me and hold my shoulders against the back of the chair.

"No! Get off! Soap get the FUCK off of me before I fucking kill you damn it! Let me go!" tears were streaming down my face as I thrashed around and screamed.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Ghost asked, a hint of both humor and sympathy mixed in his voice.

I looked down to see my thigh now mostly cleaned off and Ghost's glove covered hand resting right under the wound, his thumb gently caressing my thigh to calm me down.

"What? Oh." He had already cleaned up my leg, the bottle of torture sitting next to us on the table, a bloody bundle of gauze sitting next to it.

Soap busted out laughing, nearly falling to the ground from my response. It took him a few seconds but once he had calmed down he wiped away a few tears and looked down at me.

"You are quite the character, Olive."

"Shut the fuck up John. I'm very serious about killing you right now." I gave him my best glare which quickly shut him up.

"Am I allowed to stitch you up? Or am I going to have to make Johnny hold you down again?" Ghost teased as he prepped the needle.

"Shut up and just do it, please." i was really starting to feel the drowsiness due to my outburst, and Ghost definitely noticed.

What felt like an eternity later, which was really only twenty minutes passed and Ghost was done. My leg was still incredibly sore and I felt like shit. Soap had gone outside for a smoke after I threatened to castrate him for making bad jokes. Ghost was packing up all of the medical equipment he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. He had taken off his vest and ghost mask halfway into stitching me up. He was in his black t shirt and painted balaclava, his sleeve tattoo on display. I wasn't ashamed to admit he was attractive, even if I had never seen his face. I was always intrigued by the large male, and his behavior towards me today has only intensified that feeling.

"How did you know this place was here? It's so hidden I can't imagine you just managed to find it in the short span of time we've been here."

"It's my home." he said blankly, getting up and leaving the room again. He was gone for a few minutes before silently coming back down and sitting at the other end of the table, going through files that had been sitting there.

"You- you have a house?"

"You don't?" he asked, his eyes meeting mine for the first time since he tended to my wound.

"Of course I have my own place. I just didn't peg you as someone who would have such good interior design skills." I teased, laying my head in the table and lolling it to the side as I looked at him.

"Shut it and go get some rest. Upstairs. First door on the left."

"I'm fine." I mumbled, giving him a small smile.

"Don't care. We need you out there, and you aren't much help tired and injured. Now, go rest up. That's an order."

"Ghost, I'm literally fine. We're all tired. That's sort of in the job description."

He let out a heavy sigh and looked back down at the files. Silence took over for a moment before he stood up and walked over to me. Without warning, he picked me up, careful not to hurt my leg.

"Woah, what are you doing?" he was being uncharacteristically caring today and I didn't understand.

It was honestly a little scary.

"Taking you to bed since you're too stubborn to go yourself." he started walking up the stairs.

His grip was firm, yet gentle, warm hands resting on my thigh and arm. It felt safe. He opened the door to a bedroom, presumably his by the looks of it. For the most part it was pretty empty, only a few rock band posters and a shelf with fake plants on the wall. There was a dresser and a queen size bed, four pillows resting neatly against the headboard. There was a full length mirror on the wall beside the door, a picture of TF141 shoved in between the glass and dark wooden frame. It was the one of Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Price, and I. Price stood next to Gaz, his arm wrapped around his shoulder. Soap stood in the middle of them and Ghost, a cup of coffee in hand, no shoes on. Ghost stood next to him, fully clad in his gear, looking to his left. He was about to board a helo for his mission, but we forced him into our picture. Then there was me. I was on Soap’s back, poking Ghost in the cloth covered cheek trying to get him to look at the camera.

That's sweet. He does have a heart.

I was gently placed on the bed after he had pulled back the dark grey duvet. He looked me over one more time as if he was trying to make sure he didn't miss any injuries.

“Rest up, Soldier.” and with that he had turned the light off and started walking out of the doorway.

“Ghost. Wait.” my voice was barely audible, shaky too.

He stopped in the doorway, staring ahead for a moment before turning to look at me, eyes silently meeting mine, hand resting on the wooden door frame.

“Um… thank you. For patching me up, and the bed. I appreciate it, Lt.”

He gave me a small nod, awkwardly shifting his weight on his feet. His fingers had a tight grip on the door frame still, the tips of them turning a pale white from the force. It was like he wanted to say something, his eyes darting between my face and my bandaged thigh. Under his gaze I felt small and vulnerable, and weirdly enough, that didn't scare me. It felt more comforting than anything. Opening my mouth to speak, I was cut off by Ghost mumbling something, the words just barely leaving his lips.

“What was that?” I asked, a small, confused and amused smirk on my face at my lieutenants odd, anxious behavior.

“You could have died out there, Y/N.” he was looking at his feet now, shoulders tensed.

“I’m sorry. Truly, I am. But, watching those men torture those children made my blood boil. I used to be a daycare teacher, when I was a teen, and watching the way those poor children were screaming for their parents to help them as those soldiers carved into their skin was enough to set me over the edge. They're supposed to protect them, not torture them in front of their tied up parents, Ghost. I couldn't just sit there and let that happen.” my voice was cold and defensive as I spoke, staring up at him.

His eyes softened and he took a few slow steps closer to me, his hands moving to rest in the front pockets of his jeans, “You were a daycare teacher? With that mouth on you?” the first question was genuine, the second was used to help ease my anger.

“Yeah, I was. I did it for five years and loved it. It felt nice getting to give kids the affection I never knew as a kid, ya know?” I gave him a small smile.

“Shit parents?” he asked with a knowing tone.

“Very shit. I take it you did too?” I asked, adjusting myself, wincing slightly as I moved my leg.

Ghost’s eyes stayed on my injury as I shifted my body, his hand moving towards mine before immediately retracting,”There were moments I questioned my Father’s parenting, but my Mom was my favorite person in the world.”

“I think that’s the most you've ever opened up to me, Ghosty. We can be trauma buddies.” I giglgled, holding out my pinky to him.

He rolled his eyes, but nonetheless hooked his pinky with mine,”Try and rest, Y/N. Long day tomorrow.” he stood up once again, but this time my hand grabbing his large one stopped him in his tracks.

His shoulders tensed at the sudden feeling, eyes going wide for a few seconds. He turned around and looked down at our hands before looking over at me, head tilted ever so slightly in confusion.

“You can stay in here tonight,” I rushed out quietly, nervous under his gaze as he towered over me, ”If you want to of course! Don’t feel pressured or anything. It’s just that it’s your house and your bed so I figured it'd be fair to also let you sleep in it too, so you don't have to be uncomfortable on the couch all night or so-” I stopped my nervous rambling when I felt him squeeze my hand and he let out a laugh.

A genuine laugh that rarely ever left his lips. It took me by surprise, having never heard the sound be directed at me before. I wasn’t exactly sure why he was laughing but I didn’t care. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. Deep and warm, something that could only be explained as a warm summer night. His hand squeezed mine gently before he stood up and walked to the other side of the bed, sitting and kicking his boots off.

“You're adorable when you’re nervous, Love.” I could tell he was smiling by the tone of his voice.

“Shut up.” I huffed in fake annoyance, turning my head to look at him, his body now sat facing the same way i was, his eyes raking over my face for any sign of discomfort with our proximity.

“You know you owe Johnny $50 now, right?”

“Are you implying what I think you are? Wait! You knew about the bet!” I shot up from leaning against the headboard, ignoring the pain in my leg as I flushed with embarrassment.

About a year ago, Soap and I had made a bet. He said that Ghost was absolutely head over heels while I was in complete denial about it.

“You two are the loudest people I have ever met. And, yes. I am implying what you think I’m implying.” he whispered the last part, avoiding my gaze, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“Simon. Look at me, please?” my voice was gentle as I turned my entire body to face him, letting my leg stretch out to the side.

His shoulders moved as he took in a large breath and slowly turned his head to look into my eyes, anxiety and fear swirling in his brown eyes. If he wasn't such a large man, I would think I was looking into the eyes of a scared little boy. I smiled up at him, carefully scooting closer until I was close enough to lean my head on his shoulder. He stiffened immediately, not relaxing until I reached over and gently placed my hand over his.

“I don't know how to do this. Relationships. Never been in one or wanted one until you. I don't want to hurt you…” his voice trailed off at the end, hand squeezing mine ever so softly.

“So we take it one step at a time. I promise you will never hurt me, Simon. I may not know everything you’ve been through, but I promise you I will help you through anything you need.”

Immediately after I finished my sentence, Simon’s lips were on mine, kissing me with an intense passion I'd never experienced before. His hands cupped my face while mine rested on his chest. No longer able to hold our breath, we pulled away, staring into each others eyes.

“It’s probably too soon to be saying this, but I think I’m in love with you.” I whispered breathlessly.

He placed another kiss to my lips, pulling away to look into my eyes once more, “I’ve been in love with you since day one.” his voice was quiet and gravely.

I smiled at him coyly, curling into his chest and wrapping my arms around his torso as I giggled softly. His arms wrapped around me, carefully pulling me to lay down with him. The rest of the night was spent whispering sweet nothings to each other and placing small kisses along each others jawline.

It couldn't get much better than this.

#xreader #fanfiction #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #mw2022 #call of duty mw2 #call of duty #cod modern warfare

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just-dreaming-marvel · 2 years

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Tomorrow ~ Part 6

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 2,325ish

Summary: You’re finally awake and Steve is so grateful.

Warnings: slight angst

< previous part

“This is going to feel uncomfortable, Y/N,” the doctor warned. “But I just need you to keep breathing out, okay?”

You gave a slight nod as the doctor gently grabbed the tube entering your mouth and going down your throat. Steve was still laying in his own bed beside you, holding your hand. He gave it a gentle squeeze to remind you that he was right there. The rest of the team was outside the room, watching through the windows.

“Alright, let’s do this,” the doctor said.

You began breathing out as the doctor slowly pulled the tube. You tried to hold by the coughs but failed. Steve squeezed your hand.

“We’re almost there,” the doctor said. “Keep breathing out.”

You did as directed, still coughing, until, finally, the tube was out. You went into a full blow coughing fit then. Steve tried to move closer to help you but Bucky hurried into the room to push him back down.

“Here,” Bruce offered, rushing in with a cup of water. “Drink.”

Bruce held the cup up to you and guided the straw into your mouth. It was hard at first to suck the water down, but it almost immediately relieved you.

“Thanks,” you rasped.

“Y/N,” the doctor grabbed your attention. “You’re quite the fighter.” You gave them a slight smile before the doctor began explaining your injuries and how they had fixed them. “As you may have noticed, you can’t feel past your hips,” the doctor said, having finished explaining everything else. “Your knee is still shattered and we were waiting to get everything else taken care of before we dealt with it.”

“How will you deal with it?”

“Tony and Princess Shuri have been in contact and have a few replacement options.”

“Yes,” Tony agreed as he wheeled himself in. “She’s coming in a few days so that we can go over the options together.”

“What happened to you?” You turned to Steve. “What happened to both of you?”

“The doc might have left something out,” Steve said shyly. “Your liver transplant… I was the donor.”

“Steve,” you gasped. “You shouldn’t have—“

“I was the perfect match and with the super-soldier serum, I would heal quickly.”

“I still don’t like it.” You turned then to Tony. “And you?”

“Mine’s not as heroic,” Tony replied. “I may have had… well… it wasn’t anything major—”

“He had a heart attack,” Steve stated.

“A heart attack?!” You repeated. “Tony!”

“I’m fine. I’m resting,” he replied, quickly trying to soothe your worries. “I’ve been actually following doctor’s orders.”

“Only because Pepper’s been on you like a hawk,” Bruce muttered, earning a glare from Tony.

“He is doing better,” the doctor confirmed. “Both Tony and Steve are on the mend. You will unfortunately not be healed as fast as them, having sustained so many injuries.”

You nodded. “I understand.”

“For now, the most important thing for you to do is rest. Myself and the nurses will be in and out to frequently check on you.”

“Thank you, doc.”

“Of course. I would suggest that everyone leave the room. Both need rest and, perhaps, some time alone.” The doctor gave a teasing grin before leaving.

“We’ll be back with food in a few hours,” Bruce said, grabbing the handles of Tony’s wheelchair.

“I’m glad that you’re alive, kid,” Tony said as he was pushed out of the room. Bruce shut the door behind them.

The room was silent besides the quiet hum of the machines and you and Steve’s breaths. Steve was still holding your hand, running his thumb along the back of it.

“Steve,” you quietly called, unable to look at him.

“Yes?” He responded.

“How bad was it?” Steve inhaled sharply, images of your bleeding body in his arms. “You can tell me… I know that it must have been pretty bad because Tony’s eyes seem haunted. And you… you have large, purple rings under your eyes and you won’t let my hand go.”

“Sorry.” Steve quickly let go of your hand only for you to grab it again.

“I didn’t say I didn’t like it. It just scares me… Tell me… how bad was it.”

Steve took an unsteady breath in as he prepared himself to share small glimpses into what you’d been through. What the team had been through while waiting for you to wake. He wasn’t going to share everything yet, too worried that any wrong word would somehow backtrack your progress.

“You coded,” he carefully whispered, looking down at your intertwined hands. “At least twice that I know of… the first time was the worst… you were on the jet back to the Tower. Bucky and I had stayed behind. I… I couldn’t—“

You gave his hand a light squeeze. “I get it,” you whispered.

“You were 15 minutes out from here and Tony had to give you CPR.” Your eyes closed, tearing up at the thought of your best friend trying to save your life. “There was another time in surgery… Wanda apparently couldn’t feel you anymore. It was at the same time that Tony was rushed into surgery.”

“I…” You opened your eyes but they were glazed over like you were stuck in your own mind. “I remember… I could feel him…” Steve watched you carefully. “I could feel him after this light.” You chuckled lightly. “It sounds so cheesy, but it’s true… and so then I realized that I needed to fight harder… I need to survive. I couldn’t let Rumlow have that satisfaction of…” You couldn’t even finish the sentence. “Tell me, Steve… is he—“

“He’s dead. He won’t ever be able to hurt anyone again.”

Leaning back, you closed your eyes and let the tears slip down your cheeks. You stayed still as Steve slowly sat up and got out of bed. Carefully, he laid on his side next to you. To anyone that may have been watching the scene or walked by, they may have laughed at the super-soldier trying to squeeze next to you in bed. But to you and him, it meant everything. Due to your injuries and the meds, you couldn’t really move and Steve understood that. So he carefully put an arm under you and over you, before pulling you into him.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered, lips against your ear. “You’re safe.” You started to cry harder. Steve didn’t bother trying to shush you, knowing that you needed to get it out. “It’s okay… I’m right here… let it all out…”

~~~

The next time the doctor came by, you were asleep in Steve’s arms. Steve’s eyes were closed but he was awake, just taking in the fact that you were alive and in his arms. The doctor came closer to check the machines which caused Steve to open his eyes.

“How is she?” The doctor whispered.

“She’s hanging in there,” Steve responded.

“It’s going to be a long road to healing, both mentally and physically. And something’s… well, something’s will never fully heal.”

Steve held you closer. “I know.”

“Everything is looking okay for right now. I’ll be back in another few hours to check again.”

“Thank you.”

The doctor smiled before slipping out of the room. Steve watched you with love and care. He was pressing a kiss to your forehead when he felt you twitch. His brows furrowed as he pulled back to look at you. Your top half twitched again, given the bottom half of your body was still numb.

“Sweetheart?” He whispered, carefully cupping your cheek.

You twitched again only this time a whimper slipped out. Steve was immediately on alert. He sat up straighter but remained close to you.

“Hey, sweetheart, you’re okay,” he said softly. “Wake up. It’s not real.”

You let out another whimper and Steve felt like he was going to cry. He hated that sound and would do anything to stop it.

“Come on, doll, just wake up.” You let out a cry. “Wake up, Y/N.”

Wanda came rushing in with Vision on her tail. “Keep calling to her, Steve,” she ordered as she stopped near your head. “I’m going to pull her out of it.” Wanda’s eyes glowed as her hands came up to hover above your head.

“Sweetheart,” Steve called. “Wake up, come back to us.” Wanda’s red tendrils hit your head and you let out a louder cry, sweat forming along your brow. Steve gripped your hand close to his heart as he tried to not get too emotional. “It’s not real. Your safe.”

“Vis,” Wanda breathed out. The android came over and rested his hands on your head as well.

“Come on, Y/N. Come back to me.”

“What’s going on in here?” Tony asked as Pepper wheeled him into the room, bags of food in his lap.

“She fell asleep and—and then she just wouldn’t wake up.”

“Her mind as looked her in her nightmare,” Wanda explained, still focused on helping you. “I could feel her from the common floor so Vis and I rushed down here.”

You let out another cry as tears slipped through your clenched eyes. The heart rate monitor began beeping faster.

“Well, what’s the hold-up?” Tony asked, worry lacing every bit of his tone. “Why haven’t you brought her out of it yet?”

“Tony,” Pepper scolded quietly.

“I’m trying,” Wanda said, her tone telling everyone that they were being warned if they were to ask again.

“Y/N is buried deep in her own subconscious,” Vision stated, trying to help the others understand. “It is an incredibly hard place to reach when you aren’t welcome.”

“Is there any way to send someone else in there after her?” Steve asked, his eyes never leaving your face. “Someone that she might be more open to?”

Wanda looked at Steve. “Yes, but…” She was hesitant to tell him what she was seeing in your mind. “Steve, it’s hard in here.”

“I can handle it. She shouldn’t be reliving everything again.”

Wanda and Vision shared a look before Wanda held out her glowing hand to Steve. “Keep a hold of Y/N’s hand, but your other hand needs to be in mine.” Steve quickly did as he was told. “Now, brace yourself. It will be hard in there.”

“I’m ready.”

“Close your eyes and Vision and I will guide you in.”

Steve nodded as he closed his eyes. He inhaled sharply as Wanda entered his mind and connected him to you. When he opened them again, he was in that awful room he had found you in. He shivered as the cool breeze flowed through the open door.

“Y/N!” He called out, looking around the room for you. “Y/N!”

Steve’s eyes found a puddle of blood on the floor and bloody footprints leading from it, heading out the door. Slowly, he began to follow them.

“Steve,” Wanda called, appearing next to him.

“Shit, Wanda!” Steve exclaimed, jumping away. “You can’t do that.”

“Sorry.”

“I thought you said we couldn’t reach this?”

“You are apparently welcomed here, I slipped in after you to see if I can be of any assistance.” The two kept following the bloody prints.

“I thought you said that it was hard in here? I was expecting…” He couldn’t even verbalize his fears.

“It was. The moment you entered her subconscious, the torture stopped.”

“Explaining the blood… Can you sense her?”

Wanda stopped and closed her eyes. “Yes. She’s… terrified… injured… she wants to escape but can’t find a way out.”

“Let’s move faster.”

The two hurried through the halls, following the bloody footprints until they reached a door. They eyed each other wearily before Steve carefully opened the door. They both bit back a gasp at the sight of you bloody, bruised, and naked, trembling in a corner. You stayed tucked away in the corner, too scared to turn around and face whoever was entering the room.

“Y/N,” Steve said, carefully taking a step in your different. “It’s me.”

“Steve?” You croaked, still not moving to turn around.

“It’s me, sweetheart.” He took another two steps. “Can you turn around?” You shook your head. “That’s alright. Can I come closer to you?”

“…tomorrow…”

Steve was confused, sending a questioning look Wanda’s way. She shook her head, not knowing what was going on.

“I kept thinking that you’d come tomorrow,” you continued. “And then tomorrow kept coming and I… I…”

“I never stopped looking for you, Y/N,” Steve said, heartbreaking. “I… I went rouge…”

You turned your head to face him. “You what?”

“I went rogue. I didn’t like how slow everything was happening and was convinced that I could get to you faster by myself.”

“That explains the beard.”

“I’m sorry. I’ll shave it off as soon as we’re out of here.”

“No.” You shook your head, turning around to face him more. Wanda could see that you were trying to keep some modesty and used her powers to form clothes around you. Your hand came up to cup Steve’s face. “Don’t get rid of it… I like it.”

Steve leaned into your hand. “I wish that I could have stopped this from happening, sweetheart… I wish that I could have saved you sooner.” Tears crawled down Steve’s cheeks and yours. “I am so sorry.”

“I wish you could have too… but… thank you for saving me when you did.”

“I’ll come for you, sweetheart, every time.”

“I know.” You rubbed your thumb against his cheek. “Do you… do you think… I know that I’m stuck in bed for a long while, but do you think that we could do lunch or dinner soon?”

Steve chuckled softly. “I do owe you a date, don’t I?” One of his hands came up to your cheek to mirror yours. “Tomorrow, alright?”

“You promise?”

He leaned in and kissed you softly, tugging at your lip slightly as he pulled away. “I promise.”

next part >

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youreawizardharr · 1 month

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(Harr Silver x Eirene Chapman)

Fandom: Ikemen Revolution

Characters: Harr Silver

Genre: ---

Prompt: ---

Pairing: Harr Silver x Eirene Chapman

Warnings: Mentions of Blood and Violence

Tagging: @rairahime

Disclaimer: I do not create Harr, credits to Cybird for creating a character I love so much

Notes: Thank you @otomememento for beta reading this story. I’m sorry for bothering you. This took me a long time to write and finish. I'm not confident with this little fic, but here it is. I hope you enjoy. This is my first attempt at writing something like this. I'm used to writing with another person, you see. So writing in this format is complicated for me. And while constructive criticism is very much appreciated, you don't have to be rude about it.

Harr sensed the soldiers the moment they stepped through the treeline, lifting the hood of his cloak to conceal himself from view as he casted a simple teleportation spell. The area was bathed in a light blue illumination, leaving no traces that he had been there at all. Arriving at his destination, peeking over the side of a tree, the wizard eyed the group of soldiers, his ears picking up on their conversation.

"Where do you think the girl is? This forest doesn't appear to be ending anytime soon." The lone soldier complained, following the others. He stepped over a fallen log in the middle of the man-made trail, readjusting his anti-magic rifle. "The Magic Tower gave us clues about where to find the girl. That clue led us here, so she's somewhere in this forest." The captain responded calmly, then glared down at the low ranking soldier. "If the Commander heard you complaining, he'd punish you severely for your insubordination. He wants her alive, so make sure you don't harm her. Accidentally, or otherwise. Do I make myself perfectly clear? He already has plans for her." The other soldiers saluted their captain in response, pressing onward with renewed vigor, intending to carry out the commander's orders even if it meant their deaths.

As Harr stepped backwards, he made the simple mistake of snapping a twig in half with his left boot. The noise alerted the small group of soldiers. "Aye, it appears we have some company." The captain silently made a command with a hand gesture, walking in the direction where the noise came from. Harr gritted his teeth as he attempted to get away from the soldiers before they noticed his presence, however, a hand grabbed his upper arm, the expression on Harr's face contorted in pain as the fingers of the soldier keeping him in place dug into the fabric of his cloak. The skin along that area felt tender the longer the other man continued to grip him firmly. Harr was pulled and shoved along before he made eye contact with whom he assumed was the leader of the group, pressing his lips into a thin line, schooling the expression on his face as not to give them the satisfaction of showing emotion.

"Well, well, well." The captain approached Harr, his lips forming a wicked grin, forcing the wizard down onto his knees on the ground, while a soldier kept Harr in place. "The Magic Tower told us about a wizard living out here. I never thought one of our targets would make the job easier. Isn't this a nice surprise?" The man was given incoherent, verbal agreement from his subordinates. "Since you so kindly offered yourself without any trouble, I'm going to give you a chance to tell us where the girl is." Harr refused to bargain with them. He loved Eirene too much to give her up. The captain frowned, clearly displeased. "Don't make this any harder for yourself. All we want is the girl. Our Commander harbors no ill will towards you people. He just has some unfinished business and it involves that girl. Now, tell us where she is." Callous fingers quickly removed the hood to forcefully yank Harr's head back by his hair. The pain along his scalp caused the muscles in his face to twitch in response to the harsh treatment. The eye that wasn't obscurred by a silver mask weaved back and forth, studying the captain's oily and sweaty features.

"The sooner you give us her location, the sooner all of this mayhem will end."

Harr remained silent, which angered the captain, grunting when the older man sent a balled fist against the left side of his face. The wizard fell backwards onto the ground due to the force of the blow, his left ear ringing, as a seering pain emitted along his bottom lip where he must have accidentally bitten down from the impact of the punch. With his eye squeezed shut, Harr shifted slightly, the scent of moist dirt, leaves and iron reached his nose, pain radiating in the left side of his jaw. A bruise was likely forming. That much was obvious by how much his face swelled up in a matter of moments. Though all he could focus on was the pain and how disoriented he felt.

Before long, the sensation of two hands grabbing a hold of his cloak made Harr open his eye in time to watch the soldier who captured him minutes ago force him to sit upright, releasing his cloak to step away. The captain impatiently paced back and forth, feeling the wizard's gaze following him. "Why are you refusing to give her up? Don't you want this war to end? Don't you want peace to be returned?" The man stopped pacing to coldly regard Harr. "We know you have her hidden somewhere; the Magic Tower was forthcoming with information, after all. So staying quiet won't help you, wizard." While his silence could be taken for defiance, Harr was actually contemplating his next move, eyeing the soldiers while gauging the chances of defeating them. There were at least five in total. All were carrying weapons made to be utilized against magic wielders. He's heard of the term anti-magic through his dealings with merchants from overseas. If these Glassian soldiers were to use these anti-magic weapons, his magic would be useless against them. It didn't mean he was powerless, though. He just had to be patient and coordinate accordingly.

#ikemen revolution #ikerev fanfic #ikerev writing #harr silver #loki genetta #king of hearts #king of spades #ray blackwell #lancelot kingsley #sirius oswald #eirene chapman #ikerev mc #ikerev oc #cradlesona #Harr is most likely ooc #I tried and gave this my all #thats what really counts

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melishade · 1 year

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Number 40 for the hurt/comfort?

This ask game

Ba, ba, ba....Revenge Timeline.

Optimus couldn't help but feel this overwhelming dread that he was trying to keep to himself. He wasn't even expecting much today. He was going to help out with the port, train Eren, maybe tinker with the neutral ship or even go to the library. But when a Marleyan ship arrived on their shores, he didn't expect Reiner, Pieck, Zeke, and a few Marleyans soldiers to ask for their help over a name that he hadn't heard in a while: Starscream.

He knew that Starscream was unaccounted for near the end of the war. So was Shockwave. He saw Starscream leave in the opposite direction from Megatron. He assumed that the Autobots were able to handle it, and he himself had to return to the Well in order to help Cybertron live again. But Starscream was now here on this world, with a ship, hired men, and the Dark Star Saber. He was restarting his quest for power and vengeance, no doubt. And this world was ground zero for that. Did Starscream harm the Autobots? How much danger were the Eldians in on this world now that Starscream was here? And all the other humans! Paradis! What would happen to them?! Where was Megatron?! Did he survive Starscream's attack?!

"Optimus?" the Prime snapped out of his thoughts and looked down to see Hanji staring up at him with crossed arms.

"Yes, Commander." Optimus kneeled down to face her.

"Can you handle Reiner and Pieck and keep a close eye on them?" Hanji asked, "Everyone else is talking with Zeke, and we have our 3D gear out for that to take him down in case if he tries anything. We doubt it, since he's been quite cooperative, but just incase."

"Understood." Optimus transformed into his alt mode and opened his door for the Commander.

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Reiner and Pieck were sitting back to back with guards watching them. Reiner was doing his best to keep a watchful eye, while trying not to let the guilt he was feeling eat him alive. Pieck merely glared at the guard staring at them, hands gripping their gear, ready to attack. The two titan shifters turned to see Optimus' alt mode driving towards them. He stopped, and the door opened to allow Hanji to exit the vehicle.

"The two of you are going to be with Optimus," Hanji informed them.

"No," Pieck said.

"It's not up for debate," Hanji reminded.

"I didn't ask to be here," Pieck retorted.

"Please comply, or we will use force," Hanji drawled out.

Reiner...forced himself to stand up and walk over to Optimus' alt mode, feeling like he had no real choice. Pieck, knowing that she was outnumbered and outclass, followed Reiner while glaring at everyone there. Reiner sat in the driver's seat while Pieck climbed up into the passenger's side. Optimus shut both doors and the two were surprised when Optimus wrapped their seatbelts and clicked them in place. Pieck yanked on hers, but that only locked the belt in place due to the mechanism.

"Have fun!" Hanji patted Optimus' door before the Prime drove to the Walls.

The drive itself, was nothing more than silence between them. None of them spoke, or muttered a single word. Pieck turned her attention to the passenger window, quietly marveling at how fast Optimus was going. Meanwhile, Reiner kept his head down, staring at the steering wheel just feeling tired. The two titan shifters then found themselves going through the gates of the Walls and through the crowded town. Pieck took a look at her surroundings, noticing how some of the people were...excited to see Optimus. The kids ran along side the vehicle, waving to the titan with large smiles on their faces. Reiner; however, just felt sick being back here. He felt remorse, so much of it.

A few moments later, Optimus had arrived in Wall Sina and continued driving along the road. The Prime slowed to a stop, and Reiner and Pieck found themselves in front of a well kept building. The two jolted when Optimus opened the doors for them and unbuckled their seat belts. Pieck quickly stepped out, wanting to get out of the titan, while Reiner calmly stepped out.

"Where are we?" Pieck demanded.

"A quiet place," Optimus replied as he activated the holoform, startling Pieck. The Prime then walked over to the door and lifted a potted plant to reveal a key. Optimus took the key and unlocked the door, before gesturing for them to come inside. Both were confused, but complied, given the situation.

"I thought we would be in a prison," Pieck remarked as they followed the Prime and made their way down the hall.

"I am certain that we will be working together for the time being," Optimus explained, "So it would be unwise to lock up potential allies."

"So you bring us to...," Pieck trailed off.

Optimus opened another door, and the two titan shifters were stunned to see a library. All the shelves were filled with books, and not one of them was empty. Large windows decorated the other side of the room, allowing the sunlight to poor in. A desk was seated on their right, with a small stack of books, papers, and a sign-in sheet.

"You are more than welcome to read anything that you like," Optimus offered as he walked over to his desk, "I only ask that you keep it organized and not damage anything."

"This place...is yours?" Reiner finally managed to ask.

"It was a gift to me from the Survey Corps," Optimus explained, "I do keep it open to the public, so you might see a few others pass through here."

"You brought us into Wall Sina to read books?" Pieck questioned, "We could transform and flee from you."

"And you can expect if that happens that Paradis will no longer grant you asylum, and you will have to handle Starscream alone," Optimus retorted.

Pieck kept her mouth shut, realizing that Optimus was correct in his assumption.

"...why are you being so kind to us?" Reiner finally asked, "We should be locked away in chains, but we're standing here in your library. Why?"

"You have been through enough these past few days," Optimus answered Reiner.

"...I'm sure that it's something I deserve," Reiner declared.

"Reiner," Pieck warned.

"Watching my life crumble around me, not knowing whether or not my family is safe, dealing with...that monster!" Reiner could still hear Starscream's sadistic, unhinged, laughter ringing in his mind. "If only...if only I had turned back. This is my punishment. I deserve this."

Optimus remained quiet, and stood up. He walked over to Reiner and placed a hand on the titan shifter's shoulder.

"You're actions cannot be forgiven so easily. That is true," Optimus began, "But Starscream being on this world has nothing to do with your sins. I am certain they have to deal with my own sins."

Reiner was confused. "But you're not a criminal."

"I have made far more mistakes, and decisions with highly negative consequences," Optimus explained, "I have killed many for years in order to survive and lead my people. Starscream, despite some of his personality traits, is one of many who do resent me, and I am certain he will not be the last."

Optimus removed his hand from Reiner's shoulder. "You have made mistakes, Reiner. And now, it is up to you to decide how you wish to correct those mistakes. You are given an opportunity to make things right, and help create peace between our nations. I would advise that you utilize it wisely, and to not let your guilt consume you."

"...It's not that easy," Reiner said, "I'm sure they won't even want to talk to me."

"I am aware," Optimus agreed, "These things take time. Use it wisely."

Reiner nodded his head in response while Pieck...could only stare in disbelief. Reiner has been an active enemy of the island, yet...this titan treated him with civility and respect.

"And one more thing." Reiner jolted when Optimus ripped off the armband from Reiner's upper arm. Optimus then walked over to Pieck and ripped her off with ease before taking them and shoving them in a drawer behind his desk.

"Why did you do that?!" Pieck exclaimed.

"Because that armband is demeaning and discriminatory," Optimus answered, "You are equals here."

Reiner and Pieck were at a loss for words. Why did-! They were taken out of their shock when a student entered the library with a few books in hand.

"Sorry, Optimus, is this a bad time?" the student asked.

"Not at all," Optimus answered, "Are you here to return something?"

The student walked over to the desk and placed the books on the desk. The students looked at Reiner and Pieck in confusion before walking over to the shelves.

"You are free to do as you please." Optimus gestured to the shelves.

"...Thank you." Reiner could only muster.

(I was originally going to do the Dark Timeline, but I decided against it. Anyway, you are more than welcome to ask from the prompt link up top.)

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a-weird-writer · 1 year

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What do you mean with Terra/reader/Sunstar? that would be a bunch of chaos (and ig trauma too but shhhh)

Sunstar is by far the only man Terra would ever "willingly" share partners with, likewise for Sunstar.

Terra respects no power than one above his own, he barely respects his own brothers let alone another stranger. And lessers can only dream Sunstar humors a single glance their way, assuming they're worth a damn in the first place.

Both are fiercely possessive but aren't blind to the fact that there would be ill-advised consequences if they tried killing each other. Terra isn't useful to Sunstar dead, and Terra is far weaker than his superior, a fact he is more than aware of. Not to mention Terra looks up to his leader too much to retaliate against him.

There are more pros to keeping the other alive then murdering them out right in a disagreement.

While Terra instinctually doesn't really consider his partner physically and/or emotionally, not at first, Sunstar thinks the exact opposite. His S/O is the only lifeform truly worth a minute of his time in his eccentric eyes. While Sunstar views himself as God and completely expects the Stardroids to address him as such, he himself isn't one of them. Makes it noteworthy just how separate and different they are.

Sunstar couldn't give less of a hoot for life in general, but he can come to care for certain individuals with enough time and effort. As foreign as the emotion is amongst him and fellow subordinates, should Sunstar ever find love, learn to know it for what it is; Sunstar will turn everything upside down to ensure your happiness, Heaven will fall at your feet and density will bend to his fate. You are a favored one of the Gods, if he wants you happy then it will be so. Simple as that. Sunstar will address it as many times as need be, though his soldiers know better than to make their God repeat himself.

Even though Terra is "deader" in another sense, he may come to care. Maybe.

...sort of.

Feeling any sort of emotion tied to a resemblance of humanity turns Terra extremely comfortable, love and romantic relation...it's not something he wants to know nor wishes to own. Unfavorable. Impossible. Pathetic. In the dark empty space of his heart there is no room for such feeble weak things. Connections and emotional attachments go against everything Terra personally believes. It spikes a nerve, a kind of territorial protectiveness of his destructive nature.

How can someone like him, a being whose whole purpose is to bring down entire planets to their knees, ever come to want someone? A Destroyer has no business being in love, making friends, bonding with weak souls.

Sure, he may be possessive of you, but what general isn't of his own soldiers? He doesn't like you, a tool for their plan, a pawn in their game of chess. Terra is disgusted to even be around you, the dirt on the bottom of his shoe. Not worth the spit on the ground. You just provide temporary entertainment. Once they finally grow bored of you it's out to the trashbin, death is a merciful release for lower lifeforms like you. Who is a stain-a stupid mistake upon this universe so rightfully his. What is life to a god?

You have no idea how lucky you are for the Lordship to favor you. You, some random weakling Sunstar picked up on a pitiful whim. It's a professional relationship, and all know to keep fair distance between themselves and their alien rulers.

So don't so much as look at him without his direct permission, follow orders and you may just survive. Maybe. You'll see.

God please do not even mildly suggest Terra loves you, not to his face or in his hearing vicinity. Thats a very fast, painful way to lose your head.

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wjforever · 2 years

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Shatter me again. Chapter 65

"Adam…" I breathe.

"What?"

"It's not a real alarm."

His eyes are blank, uncomprehending, disbelieving. He can't even imagine that this could be part of some plan. Because if Warner had known, Adam would be dead a long time ago. But Adam is alive. But Warner knows.

I don't have time for Adam's doubts. I need answers. So I look down at the bound Warner, hoping to find out the truth.

"It is so? Am I right? It's all not real."

My voice threatens breaking, my emotions in danger of getting out of control. But Warner only smirks, lifting his head a little and glaring at me with his eyes. This is my answer. I know I wasn't wrong. All this is just a game, a screen, a performance for the inexperienced.

I understand nothing. If it's all a lie, why didn't he call for backup? But then I understand. It's his arrogance. He thought he could handle the two of us on his own. He thought he could teach us a lesson. And he was very wrong. He made a mistake, but he didn't lose. Because we're the ones trapped.

I hear Warner's laugh again and Adam's boot presses him to the ground.

"Easy, soldier. I'm a little uncomfortable answering her questions when I can't breathe."

"No one asks you questions, asshole."

"But she has a lot of them," Warner wheezes.

"Leave him alone," I command, and Adam looks at me in amazement.

I don't have time to be surprised by my behavior, my tough commanding voice, my firmness that comes from nowhere. I don't have time for Adam's astonishments. Thank God, he doesn't argue with me and unquestioningly removes his foot. He's probably just too used to being a soldier. Get used to following orders.

"What are you up to?" I ask Warner.

"Nothing. It's Kent who likes conspiracies, I have other hobbies."

He turns his head, trying to relax his neck muscles. He's clearly uncomfortable talking to me raising his head up all the time. I fly up to him, grab him by the collar and help him roll over, sit down and press his back against the wall. Although, even being tied up, he does most of the work himself, I still put in the effort. And I myself don't know where the strength comes from in me. I myself don't understand what kind of fire is burning inside me. Why anger and despair only gives me determination. I need to know. Everything.

And he likes it. He's looking at me with a triumphant bloody crooked smile. His eyes sparkle with admiration, pride. His emotions seems to be as contradictory as mine, mixed into a crazy bittersweet cocktail.

I let go of his clothes, but I'm still leaning over him, trying to catch every micro-facial expressions, every emotion in his face.

"You raised this alarm on purpose. You wanted to catch us." I say, a statement rather than a question. I just want to confirm my assumptions.

"And I succeeded."

"You knew…"

"Of course I knew. Or did you two think I was a complete idiot?"

"How long have you known?"

"From the very beginning, of course."

I recoil from him abruptly, straighten up, begin to walk around the room, pressing my hand to my forehead, running it through my hair.

"Juliette, what's going on?"

I don't pay any attention to Adam's question. He doesn't understand, but it doesn't matter at all. What matters is that I understand. I approach Warner again, but keep my distance, looming over him.

"How? How did you know?"

He snorts. His gaze is sharp like a razor cutting through my heart.

"It would have been difficult not to know. I would have to be blind and deaf. You should have played your part more subtly, you know. To act not so openly, rudely. It was almost funny at times. Why do you think I would turn off the cameras not only in your room, but also in the corridor leading to it? Did you really think it wouldn't seem strange to me that as soon as I forbade Kent to come into the bathroom with you, you immediately demanded that the cameras be turned off? Or that I didn't notice your glances in his direction? If anyone underestimated anyone, so it's you did with me."His blood-covered lips curve in a half-smile one more time, the resentment in his voice is almost palpable, and I feel how tears dangerously threaten to betray me, exposing my soul. I was really an idiot thinking he couldn't put two and two together. "But this is far from the beginning of his visits, isn't it? Your friend seems to have forgotten that I can track him not only through cameras."

Now it's me who understands nothing and I look at Adam, believing that Warner is bluffing. But Adam goes pale. And I understand that Warner is not lying.

I don't ask Adam questions. My breathing quickens and I'm blinking calming myself. My attention shifts back to the man at my feet.

"If you knew, why didn't you do anything?"

Warner's looking at me intently, tilts his head. And his voice sounds surprisingly measured and calm, contrasting with my tense and taut as a string.

"That's what happens, Juliette, when you give someone the benefit of the doubt. You are immediately stabbed in the back. Isn't that what I told you about? Give them a chance and they'll tear you apart."

We freeze. I can't take my eyes off him. For a moment I think that all this is some kind of evil lesson, that this is how he is trying to punish me, to show how dangerous it is to lie to him. I expect the soldiers to burst into the room at any moment, start shooting. But no one breaks in. And I read the pain, disappointment, resentment from his eyes. It's like he allowed himself to believe someone, for the first time perhaps, and this someone let him down. And that someone is me.

"Don't listen to him, Juliette. He was playing his games and outplayed himself." Adam intervenes, breaking this long painful silence. This torturous exchange of glances.

"And who should she listen to? You? What can you give her? What can you teach her?" Warner retorts, shifting his gaze to Adam.

I step aside from Warner, while Adam quickly approaches him and kicks him again, this time somewhere in the kidney area. And I turn away, unable to look at this. Adam's face is so tense, so angry. I've never seen him like this before. I didn't even imagine that he could be like this. And it seems to me that he even enjoys this opportunity finally returning to Warner everything that he has been building inside himself for a long time. I understand him. For too long he had been a silent pawn in Warner's hands following all his terrible orders and obeying him unconditionally.

"You're a fool if you think you can get away with this," Warner continues hoarsely as soon as he regains his breath. "Leave her alone, stop filling her head with ridiculous ideas. Or do you really care that little about her? Thinking only about yourself? But have you considered the consequences? What will happen to her when you are caught and brought back here?"

"Don't worry about us, no one will catch us."

Warner snorts, shakes his head and loses all interest in Adam. "Juliette, Kent is either an idiot or overconfident. But you…"

I can't allow it. I can't allow it.

"Shut up!" I hear my own voice. "You're still alive just because we can't kill you yet, you have to get us out of here. Right now."

I think Warner got lucky, actually. We show him mercy, which he would hardly have from others, which someone would hardly have from him himself. He would act much more decisively in our place.

"It's a nice feeling, isn't it? Threaten someone." And he smiles weakly at me.

We switched roles. He and I. And this is a strange feeling, but he even seems to like it. Because he's looking in the mirror. I am his reflection.

"You're such a dumbass for someone who is called chief commander. You would never have taken this position if it wasn't for your father." Adam attacks. "You're nothing on your own. A pathetic nonentity. All you can do is use the power of your daddy and hide behind the bodies of soldiers. You yourself are miserable and worthless."

"Enjoy your triumph while you can. If you don't kill me now, I can assure you when we meet again, there will be no mercy for you. I won't leave a single whole bone in your body."

I know that I have to intervene in this exchange of pleasantries, because the situation can completely spiral out of control at any moment if they continue in the same vein.

"We're going to get out of here anyway. Your words won't affect anything."

"Don't do this, Juliette. Don't do this."

I can't hear that voice, I can't look into this eyes. Everything in him exudes despair, pleading. And this breaks something inside of me. Destroys some barrier that I have been building so long and diligently inside myself.

"But you wanted this! You wanted me to escape! You wanted this!"

Out of the corner of my eye I see Adam's surprised face. He doesn't understand what's going on, what I'm talking about, because we've never discussed it. I would never be able to tell him something like that.

"Yes. Yes, I wanted to. But I wanted you to do it yourself, so that you would show your power, not use the services of this klutz."

Adam's astonishment only grows stronger, but with this comes understanding. It's not hard to guess that Warner provoked me every time, wanting me to lose control.

"What a scum you are! Stop messing with her head!" Although Adam sounds tough, he doesn't hit Warner this time.

Warner doesn't care. He doesn't pay attention to Adam. I'm his victim. The weak link.

"Juliette, how can you know that he can be trusted?" Warner's voice softens as he addresses me. "How?"

This is ridiculous. This is ridiculous and I'm not going to listen to it.

"He's trying to detain me until the soldiers come back." I say to Adam, turning away. I don't want to talk to Warner anymore.

"He doesn't care about you!" Warner shouts and I flinch at the strength of his voice. At his confidence. "He's just using you!"

How is this possible to ignore something like this? I don't understand how he can say such a thing so confidently. How dare he talk about it. He, of all people. A person who doesn't know at all what understanding, empathy, loyalty, devotion, love are…

I turn sharply, look into his green eyes, unexpectedly full of pain and confidence. I shake my head. Trying to shake off the sincerity that seeps into me. I don't answer anything, I look at Adam. He's burning with righteous anger, rage. Adam, the boy who always protected me, even when he had nothing to gain. The boy who always stood between me and those who were willing to hurt me, even when it could cost him dearly. I shake my head to clear it. I remind myself that Warner is a liar. A madman, an insane person. A psychotic killer. He doesn't know anything. He doesn't understand anything. He would never try to help me.

But Warner doesn't let up. "What do you know about him? What can you know about him at all? You two barely know each other. He's an insensitive machine. He may well be a psychopath. But he's one of my soldiers, Juliette, isn't he? That says a lot."

"You sick bastard! I've never been on your side, but you've reveled in your power too much to notice."

Warner doesn't react to Adam and his words.

"Stay with me. Don't rush, don't make hasty decisions. What awaits you there, Juliette? What are you going to do? Hiding in dark corners? Living as a hermit, hating yourself? To be afraid to get close to someone again, to touch someone? How long will you run from yourself, live in a cage? And you'll voluntarily lock yourself in it again? Stop, what are you doing? I can help you, Juliette. Let me help you."

His words touch something inside me. I don't want that. I'm trying to fight it, but they do. My chin is shaking, my tears are begging for freedom. I remind myself of the price I have to pay for his attempts, for his so-called help. He just wants to use me and he doesn't care who gets hurt as a result. He doesn't care how I feel in the process.

"Let me go. If you really want to help me, let me go. Help me escape from here. I don't want to be your creature. I don't want to hurt people."

"We've come so far. You know it yourself. Me. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not afraid of your touch. I'm not afraid of pain. I won't make you touch anyone else anymore. Do you hear? I'll take care of you. With me you will never feel like a leper."

He's lying. He didn't let me kiss him. Adam was right when he said this would happen. He's just playing with me.

I hear the gun click. Adam points the pistol at Warner's head, and I'm looking with wide, frightened eye, afraid of what might happen in the next moment.

"You seem to be completely useless to us. But before we wrap up here, let me clarify something for you. You have no idea how much you screwed up."

A flame dances in Warner's eyes, dangerous. He feels it. He knows Adam isn't lying. I can see it in his eyes. And Adam pulls me to him with a triumphant smile. His hand is on my shoulders, touching my bare skin.

Warner gasps. The muscles on his face twitch. Disbelief giving way to anger, anger to horror, horror to pain, and pain to disbelief.

"No…" he breathes out in one hoarse sound of a wounded beast.

"Your manipulations won't work. She knows she will never feel like an outcast. Because there is a person in her life who is not afraid of her touch. The world created us for each other, and you burn in hell."

Warner doesn't look at Adam, he's looking at me.

"No…" He shakes his head, as if trying to shake off a delusion. "No… It can't be… No…"

"Let's go, Juliette. We don't need him. We has to figure out how to get out of here."

"No… How long? How long?!"

I can't leave. I can't leave him with that question unanswered. He believed me, he thought I was an unhappy little girl, deprived of the opportunity to touch anyone. And he used it so ruthlessly. He hoped that I would do anything for this opportunity. To learn not to be dangerous. He knew nothing. He didn't know the truth. And I even feel sorry for him.

"Juliette, you don't have to answer him, he doesn't deserve it." I hear Adam's voice.

"After Fletcher's murder. But Adam found out back in the cell."

Warner closes his eyes, breathes through his mouth. It's like he's in a lot of pain and trying to cope with it somehow, trying not to scream.

"So that's why…" I don't know what he means. He winces, and I don't even know anymore if I did the right thing by telling him. "All this time… he touched you all this time…"

And he growls, almost like an animal. I'm so scared, I can barely restrain the impulse to rush, not away from him, for some reason, to him. But for what? Comfort him as he comforted me? Ask for forgiveness? Why do I keep forgetting? Why do I have to remind myself all the time what he did? With me, with his soldiers. With the little boy. I'll never forget it. I'll never forgive him for this. Never.

I want to get out of here, I need to get as far away from him as possible. I need air. I need to fly out through this window to soar like a bird, free and proud in its majestic flight. I want to become a bird and fly away from him forever.

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sweetie-bunbutt · 8 months

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I am really not sure if i can take the modern Wolfenstein games seriously.

I am currently playing the Old colussus after playing through the new order and old Blood and on one part it really shows all the terrible things the Nazis did during the war and how the world might look like if they actually were the ones to win the war.

buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuut on the other hand, Giant mechs, Nazi Zombies and a movie audition with Adolf Hitler.

Like in the New order you literally get put into a concentration camp (with the mission to free someone from it) and see the suffering of the people in their, not to mention that places like Auschwitz and Buchenwald. You break into a cellar but get captured and tortured by a sadistic nazi doctor and then thrown into a fucking fournace from which BJ climbs out from and sneaks himself throught the Lab.

AND THEN A FEW MINUTES LATER YOU TAKE CONTROL OF A HUGE ROBOT AND DESTROY THE ENTIRE FUCKING CAMP AND KILLING NAZIS LEFT AND RIGHT WITH GRENADE LAUNCHERS AND MINIGUNS!

or another example would be in the New collossus.

A touching scene of BJ going to the House he lived in when he was a Child, memories of his terrible Father flushing his head as he enters to find a Ring his mother told him about. In the House he also finds his Father who tells him about how the Nazi "rounded up all the Jews and the coloreds and the queers" and how "this is a whites man's world now" followed by him holding a Gun at BJs face. BJ shoves the Gun away killing his Father with an Axe only to discover that the Nazis have heard the conversation and know where they are. Then BJ was captured, his suit that was the last thing that was able to make him stand was taken. The first plan of his friends to save him failed miserably, during the court session BJ dreams about breaking out and killing every Nazi in the Room and finding his Mom. And of course the execution scene in which General Engel (the main antagonist in The new colossus) shopped his Head off and threw it in a Fire pit.

AND THEN A DRONE, STOLEN BY THE REST OF THE RESISTANCE, CAPTURES BJ'S HEAD, FLIES TO THE HIDING SPOT OF THE RESISTANCE WHO THEN CONNECT THE HEAD TO A MASHINE THAT KEEPS HIM ALIVE AND THEN HIS HEAD GETS CONNECTED TO A NEW SPECIAL SOLDIER BODY THAT THEY STOLE FROM THE NAZIS AND EVEN GETS AND UPGRADE THAT THE PLAYER CAN CHOOSE.

Tho i think the best example would be the entirety of the Old Blood. In the Beginning it was said that the Allies are losing the war, BJ and his Partner Wesley tarned tehmself as Nazis to get to Caslte wolfenstein to get the document that might change the direction of the War to the better. Plan failed, BJ gets captured, Wesley gets extremely tortured and killed. BJ breaks out, dresses up as a waiter to get closer to Helga von Schabbs who owns the important documents. Helga noticed that BJ obvisously isn't German due to his Accent and before they could arrest or kill him an explosion occures that destroyes the entire fucking Town AND DUE TO THAT EXPLOSION SOME WEIRD ASS GAS GOT RELEASED THAT TURNED THE PEOPLE (MOSTLY JUST THE NAZIS) INTO FUCKING ZOMBIES AND FORCES BJ TO FIGHT AGAINST THE NAZI ZOMBIE INFESTED TOWN. and the player has to choose between rescuing a Woman who is trying to find her Girlfriend or some dude who wants to Hijack a zeppeling and throw flyers over Berlin. (I choose to save the Girl btw.) in which one of the two gets turned into a Zombie and has to be killed shortly afterward BJ sneaks throught a cemertary to the place where the explosion came from and foughts through more Nazis and Nazi zombies (the Nazis and the Zombies are not allies btw.)

AND THEN AT THE END, BJ FINDS HELGA AGAIN AND ACCIDENTALLY BRINGS HER AN IMPORTANT DOCUMENT THAT ALLOWS HER TO SUMMON A HUGE FUCKING MONSTER KNOWN AS "THE FLESH GOLEM" OR "KING OTTOS I'S MONSTER" WHO THEN FIRST SEEM TO BE CONTROLLED BY HELGA BUT INSTEAD YEET HER OUT OF THE ROOM, BITES OFF THE HEAD OF THE IDIOT THAT WAS WITH HER AND THEN THE FINAL BATTLE BETWEEN BJ AND THE FLESH GOLEM STARTS IN WHICH ALSO NAZIS APPEAR WHO FOR SOME REASON THINK THAT IT IS MORE IMPORTANT TO SHOOT AT THE ONE ALLIED GUY INSTEAD OF THE FUCKING MONSTER!!!

And after all that, BJ gets the documents, gets saved by an old friend and then send to his 'last' fight aka. to the happenings of the first order.

Sooooo that was also only a bit of the Games, there is more serious and crazy stuff in it which is fun but also confusing because idk how i should feel about the things happening. You literally run around as a One man army, shredding Nazis like a shredder shredds paper, having the fun of you life and then suddenly you have a cutscene in which someone tells about the terrible things they saw when a nuclear bomb hit New York.

#Wolfenstein #wolfenstein the old blood #Wolfenstein the old blood #Wolfenstein the new collossus #Mashine games #Nazis #Second World war

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iris-ren · 2 years

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i can’t lose you

levi x reader

tags: canon universe // well established relationship // canon typical violence // swearing // sweet boy levi // sad boy levi // levi loves the shit out of you // star crossed lovers type beat

word count: 1.3k

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you and levi were drinking tea in his quarters when the news hit.

“wall rose has been breached!” a cadet yelled through the door.

levi was the first to his feet, stalking over to you grabbing your hands with a desperate look in his eyes.

“this is going to be bad okay” his grip tightened on your hands.

“no matter what, i need you to stay close. keeping you alive is my number one priority next to killing those giant fuckers where they stand.”

———

shit

they were everywhere.

titans poured in through the gaping hole in wall rose.

all of levi squad watched the carnage taking place from a rooftop above the streets waiting on the captain's orders.

levi’s cloak flapped in the wind as he mentally strategized what to do next.

all you could do is watch the wheels turning in his head.

the captain finally turned to address you all, his face was unreadable as ever.

“eren i need you to use your titan’s hardening ability to plug that hole, just like the trost mission. the rest of us will make sure you make it there unscathed. this is your one job eren don’t fuck it up.”

eren nodded in response.

levi squad saluted their captain, “yes sir!”

the soldiers took to the streets below using their ODM gear, leaving you and levi standing alone on the rooftop.

your captain’s face grew softer now that it was just the two of you.

levi reached around you, grabbing you by the small of your back pulling you into his embrace.

“remember what i said” a concerned look fell upon his face as he looked into your eyes earnestly. “stay close no matter what. i can’t lose you.. not yet… not here”

levi didn’t allow you to respond, his grip tightened around your waist as the hook shot out of his gear propelling both of you through the street.

the two of you quickly separated, taking out the first titan you came into contact with.

your gear now being put to use, you sent your hook into the next titan’s shoulder blade as you flung by slicing its nape.

levi called to you from atop a nearby titans head,

“he’s on the move!” pointing to eren now in his titan form.

“let’s go!” he shouted as he initiated his gear.

you quickly followed suit and propelled yourself forward, falling in line next to levi.

from your birds eye view you both noticed the hoards of titans flowing in through the breached wall.

fuccccck this is all going to shit real quick

the whole first line of defense was taken out, eren was now going toe to toe with the swarm of titans.

“goddamn it” levi said as you both propelled through the air.

“we have to make sure eren makes it to the wall”

levi cocked his head in your direction, locking eyes with you, “remember what i said…you know what to do.”

you nodded. without a word you used your gear to skip from roof to roof in the direction of where the front line was just wiped out.

levi took the quicker route in the street below using the buildings stone walls to swing himself forward at a fierce speed.

levi made it to the pack of titans surrounding eren before you, slicing through nape after nape while you were not far behind.

you were one rooftop away from the carnage when the reinforcement team arrived.

thank the gods

you heard the whizzing noise of odm gear as you entered the fold with a flock of soldiers at your flank.

you quickly shot your spear grip through eren’s giant bicep, slicing through the muscle like a sword slicing through flesh.

using his massive form as leverage to fling yourself forward, flying feet first into a titans massive eyeball almost completely crippling its vision.

i’ll apologize to eren for that later. you thought laughing as you tried to pull your foot from the titans eye.

shit shit i’m in deep you quickly realized.

you hastily jabbed at the sludge beneath your feet with both swords not gaining an inch of leeway. you knew you were seconds away from the titan plucking you out of its eye.

sweat formed on your forehead as panic set in.

moments before the titan plucked you from its eye, memories you shared with levi started to flash before your eyes. you thought of all of the calm mornings you spent together, how the sun would pour through his window and how he would kiss your forehead when your eyes fluttered open, awakening from your blissful slumber.

“mmmm.. good morning sweet girl” he would say.

a single tear fell from your eye as the titan pulled you free from its eye. time moved so slow as it smashed your body under its fierce grip and lifted you high in the air.

you thought of levi’s words to you

“i can’t lose you.. not yet… not here”

not yet… not here… you thought as you became completely weightless.

the giant titan flung your lifeless bloodied form far and high like it was swatting a fly.

you didn’t feel the impact when your body landed on a nearby roof, your mind was already halfway to the other side, your soul was almost ready to cross over.

——

after tearing down dozens of titans, levi and the reinforcements were able to give eren an opening to plug the hole in wall rose using his hardening ability.

everyone took an exhausted sigh of relief, at the end of the hard fought mission.

levi turned in circles in search of you. you were nowhere to be found.

bodies of steaming dead titans surrounded him

no, no where is she?! he thought in a panic.

without notifying anyone, levi quickly leaped into action initiating his ODM gear, launching himself upwards above the rooftops.

levi saw a body atop of a roof a single block away.

no it can’t be. please don’t be her. he thought as he neared the sight of your bloody body.

levi disengaged his gear landing hard on the roof; he had never ran faster in his life.

finally reaching your lifeless body levi sank to his knees next to you. in complete delirium levi grabbed at your limp body pulling your lifeless form too his chest.

“no no no please no” he chanted as his body shook against yours.

tears fell freely from levi’s eyes as he lifted your head up, placing a kiss to your lips.

this wasn’t supposed to happen. no. you were supposed to survive this together. you were supposed to tell your children and grandchildren all the stories about how the two of you survived a world full of shit and destruction together.

“i told you to stay close! you weren’t supposed to go yet!” he screamed.

“no..no.. not you. not you sweet girl” levi said as he wept into your neck.

you were nowhere, floating in the cold dark lifeless void when you saw a faint light.

well this must be it. i hope levi’s okay. you thought as warmth washed over you.

for a split second you thought you could hear levi’s voice calling out to you like a sweet siren song luring you to shore.

i hope he knows how much i loved him.

blinking away tears levi placed two fingers on your neck desperately feeling for a pulse.

eyes wide, levi shouted. “MEDIC MEDIC I NEED A MEDIC NOW!” he gripped your limp body tighter waiting for help.

you had a pulse, it was faint but it filled levi with hope nonetheless.

——-

levi held your hand the whole wagon ride back to the castle while you were unconscious, and sat by your bed for days waiting… hoping for you to wake.

it had been three days and you still hadn’t come conscious yet.

levi couldn’t sleep a wink as the days passed, he grew more and more worried as he held your hand waiting for you to show any sign of life.

your body felt so heavy as your eyes fluttered open instantly finding levi’s gaze.

tears welled in levi’s eyes once again as he cupped your cheek.

“hey sweet girl, i’ve been waiting for you”

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feedback appreciated 🤍

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watiamdoingwithmylife666 · 3 years

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Hello !! I saw your Headcanon for Aot and I thought about how they would react if the reader (their s/o) saved their life ! Like for once they are the one needed to be saved and you save the day and all ! thank youuu !

Hii, I did my best, i hope you like it!

Warning: grammar error / curse?

Eren

Knowing Eren as much as you do make you always looking after him. And it has been useful a lot of time. But this time even more. You were together wandering in the city during your day off. Everything was fine, both of you were enjoying the sunny day. But that's until a group of men jumps on you and tried to put Eren in the back of the cart that pulls over a little bit further. You quickly fight back and manage to overcome two of them. After that You rush by Eren's side who was struggling to fight back against three other guys, together you briefly knock those guys before escaping in a hurry.

When you finally get back to the survey corp, you go warn the captain about what happened in the city. It's only after that you could have some peaceful time with Eren to talk about what happened.

"Thanks... For... You know, what you did. Thank you."

Jean

It's not unusual that you save Jean, or Jean saves you. You two are always here to save the ass of the other. Always grateful, he mostly repays you with extra food or doing a chore that you really don't want to do. But on a particular expedition, when things were heat, you didn't saw Jean anywhere in the field. The stress took over you and your eyes are scanning the area for more information. That's when you finally get your eyes on him that your heart dropped. Jean was in a bad state, you did as fast as you could to get him and bring him to the infirmary. He did lose a lot of blood, but he wasn't in danger anymore.

You decided to stay by his side the whole afternoon, you needed to be sure he was okay. So when he woke up, you had a big smile on your face, and he smiled back at you. Jean wanted to talk but his mouth was dried, you had to make him drank some water before he could finally talk.

"Damn, if I knew they had a pretty nurse here I would have come more often" you laugh at his remark, he was always playing the tough guy, even when he was hurt. "Thank you. You saved me again, it's like what? 7 for you and ... 5 for me?" He laughs but he looked sad now. "Maybe I'm not made for the survey corps... You gonna get tired to save my life when I can't even do it by myself..."

Sasha

Not that much to say, she will be grateful would do the same for you anytime. The situation doesn't even matter, if you save her, her eyes gonna be quickly wet and she will cry saying thank you for what you did. But don't hope that she will give you any food as a gift.

"Thank you! thank you so much! I always knew you were the best here!"

Mikasa

Mikasa was surrounded by titans, I mean everybody was in a difficult situation. But when you saw Mikasa in danger your blood run cold and join her in the middle of her surrounding. She was yelling at you to go away, that she can totally handle it on her own. But there is no way you leave her side. Slicing Titan's naps, again and again, You probably never killed that many titans in so little time, but the fact that Mikasa was in danger made you turn in the best soldier mode. Finally, when the danger was away from the two of you, you didn't take time to talk, other comrades needed your help right now. It's only on your way back that you felt something off. Most of the time, if it's not every time; Mikasa asked you if you are okay, or if you had been hurt. But not this time. She's next to you on her horse, but she doesn't look at you not even a glance. She's looking straightforward and that's all.

That's only later that day, just after diner, that your silent treatment was ending. She sat on her bed and asked you to sit next to her. She finally talked

"What you did today... It scared me. I thought I'd lose you, but you need to understand! I can't lose you! If you had been hurt today, it would have been because of me, and I couldn't handle the fact that I failed to protect you."

Levi

He would be so pissed off. His ego would be the problem. But he will never show you that. He gonna keep to himself the fact that you had to save him because he was careless, and he gonna be even rougher on himself with the training because that means he fails his team.

The situation would have happened outside of the wall, in the forest, where everyone was separated, and when everything gets overwhelming for everyone including you and Levi. It's not that he never face that many enemies at the same time. It's mostly because he was far too much tired, this boy didn't sleep well for a long time plus he was fighting all day. He was pushing his luck too far, and that is why you kept an eye on him, in case of something dramatic happened you could be there for him. And you were right. Too many things happened at the same time. That's how Levi didn't saw a titan behind him and kept fighting until he catches a glance at you at full speed coming near him. The look that crosses his face the moment he realizes what you did. His heart stopped for a second.

"thank you."

But even after saying thank you, when you get back home at the SC, he would asked you if he can offer a cup of tea as a thank.

"Thank you again Y/N, you fought well."

Erwin

This bitch had the audacity to say that he can be replaced. So let take this scene. Erwin just gave the order to charge and save Eren, the titan bite his arm, and you immediately turn over to follow him telling everyone that you're going to save him. Following him, you can see that he managed to get away from the titan. He was now yelling at you that you disobey, that you put yourself in danger for him, and that it was stupid. But before he could finish, some titans approach the two of you real quick making Erwin fall. You put yourself between him and the threat just in time, cutting the naps of any titans coming nearby your commander. As soon as possible you help Erwin to get back on his horse and do the same; Calling for retreat You keep an eye on him the whole way back within the wall. You can clearly see he doesn't feel good. His face is vivid, his eyes grow tired. So you're going with Erwin on his horse. The commander is big and you have some difficulties keeping him straight, you can feel his body becoming heavier the more you advance. You talk to him, ask him to not fall asleep, and he swears he does his best, but the rush of adrenaline that kept him awake fades with time.

Later that week, when you can finally see him you rush to his room. Levi just left, leaving you and the commander alone. He doesn't say a word at first, but when he finally breaks the silence he breaks your heart with it.

"I had time to think in this state. A part of me wants to say thank you for what you did. You fought well, kept me in security, and even took care of bringing me back... But it was stupid. You put yourself in danger for me when I am nothing more than your commander. Eren was in danger, and our best chance for the future, he was the best option to save. Not me, not after leading so many peoples to their death."

Miche

He has been in a difficult situation, but this time he was wondering how he could possibly survive. His squad and he had been separated. He was now alone smelling like two or three titans coming right in his direction. And the cherry on top, he was on the verge to running of out of gas. He can't see any of his comrades anywhere, his brain shows every possibilities. But the best is still going away by horse and try to find other soldiers. And luckily on his way, he crosses your path and feels relief. A part of him was scared that something happened to you. But just when he sighed, an abnormal titan runs straight to you. Both of you are now ready to fight and when you engage it the titan grabs Miche's wire. With its other hand, the titan grabs Miche's body and brings it to its mouth. But just before the worst happens you slice the nape and catch Miche before he gets crushed by the titan's body.

"It was close... Thank you y/n... Without you, I would have probably not made it alive."

Hange

Oh, welcome to the club, Moblit is the president of the club. Hange is reckless inside the wall when they do their experiments. But outside it's a little bit different. They're more aware of their surrounding. Saving them would happen quite some times. But this time was out of the ordinary. During the first test of the thunder spear, Hange was dangerously close to the spear. Moblit was yelling, as usual, to put some distance with the explosive. But as expected Hange didn't listen. And the spear was just a prototype, at this time, explode. Thank god you were fast, jumping on Hange to take them further. Their eyes were wide open, their look fulls of guiltiness. Moblit joins the two of you quick, asking if any of you had been hurt.

"I am so sorry Y/N, really! I put you in unnecessary danger, I hope you are okay? did you get hurt? Let me take you to the infirmary just in case, please!"

Moblit

Oh sorry, you thought you could save him? This boy is not a titan nor an Ackerman. But he doesn't need that. He is the assistant of Hange, what are you expecting from him? He doesn't need "instinct" like Levi or Mikasa. He got Anxiety, that far better. Every worst scenario happens? He already had them in his mind. The only thing that gets him, it if HE decides to. (like sacrifice himself for hange)

But if you happen to save his ass. Damn he gonna be grateful.

"I am really sorry Y/N, I've been careless. I hope you are not mad at me. I'm so grateful you were here it could have been disastrous... Thank you so much."

Kenny

Kenny and you know each other, not even for illegal things, you just happened to meet him and be nice to him that you became some kind of ... Friends? I mean you don't know shit about his life but it's the same for him. So friends is probably a big word.

But the time you saved him... You didn't really do it on purpose. His squad was at Trost and yours too. He was chasing after a bad guy (how ironic) and you were chasing after a group of people that stole something from the SC. You were running on the roofs using your equipment to go faster. You did not notice on your peripheral vision another group of persons using ODM, no your mind thought it was your squad. So, when a guy appears on the other side pointing a gun in your direction, you didn't think twice. Firing your ODM hook in his leg, before kicking him in the face. But that when you realize. The people approaching weren't your squad. Those were complete strangers.

" Y/N ? What the Fuck are you doing here ?!" you knew this voice and you jump to see his face.

"what? I fucking saved your life, the least you can do is to say thank you! "

"YOU WHAT ? You didn't do shit!"

"This bullet was meant for YOU!"

"You can't prove that, i'm not saying thank you."

#aot headcanon #snk headcanon #eren jeager x reader #erwin smith x reader #levi ackerman x reader #moblit berner x reader #hange zoe x reader #miche zacharius x reader #sasha braus x reader #kenny ackerman x reader #mikasa ackerman x reader #armin arlet x reader #jean kirschtein x reader

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mirkwoodshewolf · 3 years

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Panther Princess; T’Challa x child reader

*Author’s note*

Well this was a LONG time in the making, not only cause of motivation and time schedule wise but I wanted to make sure I GOT THIS FIC RIGHT since this is my first time writing for T'Challa since Chadwick's death last year (MAY HE RIP OUR KING!!!). Hope you guys enjoy this, and I’ve decided that after a few Wattpad requests I’ll open requests up here on Tumblr but there will be some MAJOR adjustments to what fandoms I’ll do. For now just be patient with me and eventually I will open requests here on Tumblr, I just don’t want to be overwhelmed.

Warnings: Malnourishment. abuse, terrorists involved (no action but just the word), some fluff.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@ixchel-9275

@soy-guey

@queen-paladin

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

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It was in the dead of night when T’Challa received word about some smugglers were traveling with some stolen Vibranium, and word has it that they were working for Klaue. Even though he had been dead, Klaue’s business was still running and forging deals with terrorists groups and anti-government parties.

Him and Okoye were flying over towards the drop-off point where the dealers were gonna be exchanging their latest steal of Vibranium.

“The dealers that Klaus’ second Lt. Rosko Lannister is selling the Vibranium to come from an Iranian terrorist group.”

“As usual we will let them make their business transaction before taking any further action. After dealing with the terrorist group and Lannister is ours, he will be put under the same crimes as we would’ve given Klaue.” T’Challa told Okoye. She nodded as the jet continued to fly towards their destination.

It was just before sunset when at an old, abandoned warehouse Rosko Lannister and some of Klaue’s old men waited for their clients to arrive. Soon enough driving in the black SUV’s and Honda trucks, the Iranian terrorist group came out of their cars. Most of them were soldiers holding their AK-47’s close to their chest while out of the head van, 3 men dressed in full 3 piece suits exited the car.

They looked exactly alike for these three men were actually brothers. Two of them were twins and the other was a year younger than his older twin brothers. Hasim, Sami, and Achmed Israeli were the three leaders of the biggest terrorist group in the world. There was even record shown that they made deals with HYDRA back in the day. Mostly smuggled weapons and potential serums for super soldiers.

After the fall back in 2014 when both SHIELD and HYDRA were exposed, the brothers decided to go underground and disappear under the radar. The US and European governments have been trying to find them ever since but they are too clever and can easily cover their tracks both physically and wirelessly.

“The Israeli brothers. I can’t tell you how honored I am to be doing business with you.” Rosko praised.

“We didn’t come for praises. We came for the Vibranium. Do you have it?” the oldest twin brother Sami demanded.

“Getting down to business. That was one thing my former associate Klaue always appreciated. God rest his soul.” Rosko kissed his finger before raising them upward. “Nah I’m just kidding he was an arsehole, I’m actually glad he’s dead.” He changed his tune.

“The Vibranium. Do you have it or not!?” demanded the younger twin Hasim.

“Patience Hasim. Let the white man talk.” Sami eased his brother. Rosko turned to one of his guys and nodded. His left hand man let out a whistle and soon two men come carrying in a large box that was filled with the stolen Vibranium that Klaue had stowed away for himself.

The men set it down before the brothers and Achmed opened the case up to reveal the Vibranium they were looking for. A small smirk came across Sami’s face and he said.

“Excellent. The most powerful material in the universe.”

“It did come at personal cost from Klaue, better him than me. It’s worth billions. Hope you also kept your end of the deal. This transaction is only fair if both parties agree.” Hasim smirked cunningly and turned to his general.

He nodded and exclaimed in Muslim and before Rosko even knew it. Every single one of his men was shot dead by the Israeli brother’s soldiers, leaving only him alive.

Every gun was now turned on him and Rosko had no choice but to raise his hands slowly.

“True. But when dealing with terrorists you should’ve also realized that there is a price to pay. Especially if you’ve been followed.” Sami said. At this point Rosko was confused.

“What-what-what are you talking about?”

“I’ve been in this game for a long time Mr. Lannister, I’ve seen everything and heard it all. Superheroes, aliens, psychotic androids, even real life wizards. So don’t think for a second that your actions hasn’t risen suspicion to the one who rules the very place where you got this Vibranium from.” Sami closed the case and patted it before his brother Achmed took it and had it put in the truck.

“King T’Challa has no idea of this Vibranium that was stashed away. He’s recovered the traces of Vibranium that Klaue kept public. There’s no way he could know about this.”

“Clearly Klaue had a better game face than you Mr. Lannister. For he wouldn’t have revealed such an important fact to me.” At that moment Rosko knew he had been played by the brothers. Before he knew it, a bullet went straight into his head and he died right there.

“Surround the area. We don’t leave till the King is dead.” Ordered Achmed to his security team. The soldiers exclaimed Arabic commands as they surrounded the warehouse with their guns outward and ready to fire.

One guard in particular heard something move behind him and he quickly turned and fired three shots but didn’t hit anything but some old crates. His paranoia was getting the best of him and that’s what gave him away. He was suddenly grabbed by the back of his robes and lifted up and beaten till he collapsed to the floor unconscious.

2 more guards heard what was going on and went to check on their fallen soldier when a flash of a figure ran behind them. They quickly turned and fired their guns when suddenly T’Challa came down behind them, quickly disarmed them and knocked them unconscious.

As more of the brother’s security came in and they open fired on T’Challa, he merely walked towards the security before sprinting forward and disarming the rest of them. His claws tearing their guns apart, and using his quick ‘cat-like’ agility, he managed to take down the entire fleet.

“Israeli brothers!” he cried out. It was then Sami came out and T’Challa revealed his face to the eldest brother.

“King T’Challa. I must say it is an honor to be in your presence.” Sami mocked.

“Did you really believe we would be unaware of this trade?”

“On the contrary, I expected this all along. It was that witless white monkey Rosko who didn’t expect to see you. But never fear, he’s out of both of our hands.” Sami said nonchalantly as he looked down at his nails.

“If you surrender the stolen Vibranium to me, we can resolve this peacefully. But refuse, and you’ll face justice of Wakanda in Rosko Lannister’s stand. You and your brothers.”

“See my brothers and I made a pact. If we can’t escape the system, we’d be—how you say, judge jury and executioner to ourselves. And rather than rot in a cell separated, we shall join together in a blaze of glory. And we’re not afraid to take you with us, suffering the same fate as your own father did.” Sami raised his arms out like he was flying and waiting for a fiery explosion to happen.

But nothing came.

He opened his eyes to reveal that nothing had happened. It was then coming into the open space were Ayo and Okoye who had Sami’s younger brothers. Both men were bruised and battered up pretty badly. The two Dora Milaje members dropped his brothers down at his feet like trash and T’Challa said.

“I told you. This could’ve been resolved peacefully. But you forced our hand, especially when you had planned to blow up the place with all of us inside.” Sami growled but nonetheless raised his hands in surrender.

As the Dora Milaje were detaining the three brothers, T’Challa retrieved the stolen Vibranium when he heard something nearby. It sounded like chains, they had defeated all of the security, Rosko and his men were all shot by the Israeli brother’s defense, and the brothers were all detained so who else was here?

“My King?” Okoye asked.

“Stay here Okoye, I want to check something out.” He told his general of the Dora Milaje.

“My king, it could be another threat we do not yet know about. Let me come with you.”

“I’m not defenseless Okoye. Now you and Ayo just put the men on the ship and let me handle this. It could be some animal or the chains fell down off of something.” Okoye nodded to her king and soon T’Challa headed deeper into the warehouse.

As he explored every bit of it, he soon noticed that there appeared to be a hidden door within the walls that was very faintly cracked open. He opened the door and could hear the sound of the chains getting louder and louder.

It was almost like they were—pacing? They kept a constant rhythm as they would move about, in a circle pattern or something close to it. T’Challa slowly walked towards the direction of the chains and soon found what appeared to be a cage. A glass cage but it was inside that surprised the Wakandan King.

Inside the glass was a child. She appeared to be around the ages of 8-11 years old. Her hair was extremely long and madded like a lion’s mane. She looked malnourished so much so that you could almost see her bones. But for being malnourished, how could she have the energy to pace so frantically like she was now? He also noticed that there around her neck, wrists and ankles were chains keeping her inside.

T’Challa slowly walked out of the shadows and into the light where the child would be able to see him. She stopped her pacing and just stared at him curiously. T’Challa disengaged his full Black Panther suit so that he was in his normal clothes.

“I am not here to hurt you.” He gently told the child. The child slightly tilted their head like a lost puppy. “My name is T’Challa, what’s yours?” T’Challa slowly and slowly got closer and closer to her cage as he spoke in that soft voice of his. When she didn’t answer him he assured you, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. I just want to be sure you’re okay.”

Suddenly in the blink of an eye, her (e/c) soon turned to a deep cat eye yellow. Her body shifted into a fairly young but still decent size panther and she lashed out at the cage, knocking T’Challa off his feet in slight fear. The child now standing before him as a full panther clawed and roared at the cage furiously.

“My King!” Ayo’s voice spoke in Xhosa and soon her and Okoye came in and when they saw the panther, they lifted up their spears in defense.

“Stand down!” T’Challa commanded them.

“But my king—this animal is feral. It was going to kill you.” Okoye reasoned with him but T’Challa told her.

“She is a human child. She shifted into this panther before my eyes. Look.” Soon enough the panther shrunk down and soon turned back into the young girl who was still pacing back and forth in her cage.

“What sorcery is this?” asked Ayo.

“Not magic. Science. Look closer at her arms.” T’Challa said. At the section of the arm on the other side of the elbow, they noticed dozens of needle injection scars.

“This child was experimented on.” Okoye said grimly with a horrified expression.

“What do we do my King?” asked Ayo. T’Challa looked at the child who was growling and trying to act scary even though she was no longer a panther anymore.

“We take her to Shuri. Maybe she can shed more light on the matter. Get her to the ship. But approach her cautiously. Don’t make any sudden movements.” Ayo and Okoye bowed their heads to their king and walked towards the cage.

The girl would hit her skeletal body up against the cage trying to rattle it and actually roared out a panther’s real roar, her teeth slowly growing into the large infamous canines of a real big cat. Okoye and Ayo then placed a hover bead on each end of the cage and soon the cage levitated just a few feet off the ground.

The little girl roared and began clawing at the glass but it hardly did anything as she was now being guided towards the ship.

When they reached Wakanda after dealing with the brothers, Shuri in her lab was going over the girl’s intel scan that she made of the girl from her cage with her kimoyo beads.

“So what is it you can find Shuri?” T’Challa said as he entered his sister’s lab.

“This may come as a surprise to you brother. But—she has no birth record at all. I’ve contacted some of my people in various places around the world to see if there has been any missing child and all of them have said no. My theory is that she may have been created from a test tube to look like this.”

“Any idea who could’ve made her?”

“The same organization that made the White Wolf into the Winter Soldier.”

“Hydra.” T’Challa said gravely. Shuri nodded.

“I hacked into their old files and it only confirms my theory. Seems like they wanted to create their own Cat-god or something.”

“Any records on what her powers are? She can shift into a panther but can she also shift into anything else?”

“I’m still digging through the files, there’s a lot of files that came to creating her. It’ll take time brother.” T’Challa nodded in understandment.

“Keep me updated.”

“Yes brother.” T’Challa walked away but he turned back towards the young girl and saw that she had briefly stopped her pacing to look at him once again.

A week later after finding the child, Shuri managed to dig up that HYDRA’s plan for the Child was for her to become their Agent Battle Cat. The ability to shift into a panther. She also has enhanced agility, speed, and strength.

However when HYDRA fell back in 2014, they were forced to abandon the project and she had been left alone in that warehouse ever since. Thinking about the enhancing experiments she must’ve been forced to endure or whatever genes they gave her, it allowed her to survive even being chained up in a cage for years on end until she felt like she needed to give up.

While being kept under his sister’s supervision, T’Challa also made it apparent to try and communicate with the Child, just to see if she could either understand or (in a rare case) speak in any language. The first time he had tried to talk to her well—let’s just say she ended up with broken nails and chipped teeth after trying to take a bite of T’Challa’s forearm when he activated his suit to protect his arm from her attack.

He had finally finished his royal civic duties for the day when he decided to try and talk to the Child again.

“You sure it’s a good idea brother? You did cause her to lose her nails and chipped some of her teeth.”

“I learned my lesson last time. But you weren’t there before that happened. She had actually dropped her guard and almost looked like she wanted to communicate with me. I think I’m getting through to her.”

“Okay brother. But if she attacks you again, I doubt that’ll sit well with Mother as well as Okoye and Ayo.”

“I will handle mama and the Dora Milaje. For now see to it that no one disturbs us.” Shuri nodded and told her workers to go home for now, leaving T’Challa and the Child alone.

T’Challa slowly approached her cage to see her lying down on her side licking her broken nails. Some of them had broken off by the top, while the rest had the entire nail broken leaving a bloody mess in it’s wake. She was currently licking her blood stained fingertips when she caught T’Challa’s scent.

She growled and hissed angrily at him, her canine fangs extended out and her eyes shifted into the cold, yellow panther eyes.

“Steady, steady. I’m not here to hurt you.” T’Challa sat down a few feet away from the cage and continued, “I am sorry for what happened to you. I was only protecting myself from getting hurt. It was my fault for overstepping my boundaries.” Her hissing ceased and she closed her mouth hiding her fangs but she would occasionally growl lowly, her tail coming out and twitching anxiously.

They sat there in silence for a couple of minutes when T’Challa said to her.

“You know, I’ve been thinking of a name for you. You know something to call you. I’m betting the men who created you never really gave you a real human name. What do you think about—Ariana?” the Child hissed. T’Challa chuckled, “Didn’t think so. Shuri said you might like it but now I can prove to her that I was right. Now for the real options, what about…….Nala?” the child tilted her head confused. “No? What about…..Diana?” she looked down and went back to licking her fingertips. “That won’t really help them heal. Sure it’ll clot the blood but it’s not that good for saliva to heal a wound like that.”

She looked up at T’Challa and growled lowly.

“I’m just trying to help. We have the medicine that’ll help you. I won’t lie it might sting for a brief second but it’ll help. Will you trust me with healing you, please?” the child looked between him and her fingers before slowly extending her arms out and she briefly nodded.

T’Challa then got some antiseptic and band-aids. He opened up a small section of the cage, just enough for her arms to come out.

“Thank you for your trust.” He then began to doctor her fingertips. She let out some painful roars on the stubbed fingertips that no longer had a nail anymore but at least this time she didn’t try to attack him like last time. He soothed her with calming phrases like ‘it’s okay. It’s won’t last long.’ And ‘Just relax, it’s almost over.’ After bandaging up her left pinkie finger he told her, “There, I’m done (Y/n).”

At hearing that name, she looked up at T’Challa curiously. Her tail perked up and the tip curled inward. T’Challa looked at her to see her tail fall limp to the cage floor. “(Y/n)?” her tail lifted up again and her head tilted curiously. “So you like that name eh?” She looked at T’Challa and her nose twitched as she was trying to sniff him through the glass.

Taking a risk, he slowly reached his hand into the cage once more like before. However this time he kept his hand in a downward position, so that his hand formed the shape of another cat’s nose. The Child slowly crept towards his hand and gave it a sniff, when she saw that he wasn’t moving his hand, she rubbed her head against his hand for a brief second before nuzzling underneath his palm so that it sat on top of her head.

He gently began scratching her scalp which caused her to let out soft comforting purrs. T’Challa smiled warmly and continued to gently give the child—well (Y/n) some more scritches and pets.

“Don’t you worry (Y/n). I promise I won’t allow anyone else to harm you in any shape or form.”

The next couple of months after getting her body weight back to normal and healing any other wounds she had maintained, T’Challa allowed (Y/n) to venture outside the palace with him. Thinking the city itself was too much for her right now, he decided to take her out to the Border tribe so that she could see the outside world for the first time in her life.

Needless to say she was overwhelmed but she was happy to feel the grass beneath her feet, see the beautiful landscape, and hear all the sounds of the outside world from the animal calls to some of the Border tribe members talking with each other.

“Seems she’s getting along well.” Okoye observed (Y/n) who was cautiously watching the rhinos from their pins.

“Slowly but surely she is. Walking on two feet is still a bit of a challenge but she’ll get there eventually.” T’Challa told her.

“At least she’s learned to not attack you.”

“It was one time Okoye, be nice.”

“As your General it is my duty—”

“I understand your duty General. But you must also know that there will be times you can’t protect me. And this attack was very minor compared to the fights I’ve been in before.” It was then T’Challa saw (Y/n) now focusing her attention on some birds that had just landed a few feet away from the rhino pins. Her panther instincts kicked in as she got into pouncing position, her pupils were fully blown and her shoulder blades flexed over one another as her butt raised higher and higher in the air.

Finally she raced forward and the birds immediately took off flying. She leaped well over 7ft in the air and managed to capture a bird in her claws and delivered a fatal bite. She then raced over to T’Challa and presented him the dead bird.

She placed it on the ground before his feet and backed away before tilting her head with a happy smile on her face.

“Seems she has a gift for you my King.” Okoye said. T’Challa grimaced at the gift but he quickly smiled down at her and knelt down in front of her.

“I appreciate the gift (Y/n). But—we cannot keep this bird kept within a cage. Like how I freed you, we must also allow this bird to move onto the next life.” He dug into the earth for a small shallow grave, just big enough for the bird and he placed the bird into the makeshift grave. He buried it under the earth and he sent a brief prayer to Bast in Wakandan. “Right, now let’s head back to the palace. I have a meeting with M’Baku about reforging our alliance and allowing the Jabari tribe into the council.”

Okoye and T’Challa walked ahead when they heard something behind them. At first they thought it was one of the goats but it sounded to hoarse to be one of them. They slowly turned around and saw (Y/n) with a hand over the grave of the bird and she was saying.

“Ba……Ba.”

“Is she……?” Okoye started.

“Ba.” (Y/n) was trying to talk! She was trying to say the Cat goddess Bast’s name. She managed to get out the first constant and vowel but she couldn’t figure out how to do her S and T.

“Her first time talking. She’s trying to say Bast’s name.” T’Challa knelt down and he asked her, “(Y/n), are you trying to give a prayer to Bast?”

“Ba!” she exclaimed again. T’Challa was overjoyed on the inside that the girl he had decided to take under his wing and raise was finally trying to talk. Many of the tutors he and Shuri had growing up had given up saying that she was incapable of speaking because all she did was just hiss and growl as well as throw things at them before laughing like a deranged hyena.

“Here I’ll help you say her name.” he adjusted himself so that he sat down and he placed his hand right next to hers and he said slowly so that she could see how his lips did it. “Say Bast.”

“Ba.”

“Bast.”

“Ba.” T’Challa shook his head.

“Watch me carefully. Bast.” He enunciated the t at the end. (Y/n) growled lowly before taking a deep inhale and finally exclaiming.

“BAST!”

“Yes. Yes that’s it! You did it (Y/n) great job!” at seeing T’Challa’s excitement, (Y/n) began to repeat Bast’s name gleefully as she pranced around.

“A little cocky there isn’t she?” Okoye muttered.

“Let her have this moment Okoye. Besides probably hunting and killing, this is her first real big achievement. A normal milestone.”

“I suppose so.” She agreed. Even though she might not have wanted to admit it, she thought it was adorable how little (Y/n) was finally able to speak a human language and become so happy with herself that she would prance around like a yearling antelope.

Over the next couple of years, (Y/n) continued to not only advance in her human speaking skills, but she now began to show signs of aging. She went from that small child to now almost a young adult woman in just 2 years since finding her. Seemed with the animal enhancement, it also increased her human aging with each time she grew stronger and tougher.

T’Challa continued to raise her as his own and pretty soon all of Wakanda looked at her as their young Princess. Shuri loved hanging out with (Y/n) and teaching her everything there was to know about science and technology. She even took her as an apprentice in her lab. Okoye eventually came around and soon saw (Y/n) as a member of the royal family and took it upon herself to train her like a Dora Milaje so that she could defend herself without the need of her animal powers.

For she was the Panther Princess.

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Levi’s Sacrifices

So, one of the criticisms I sometimes see leveled at Levi as a character by his haters is that he never really sacrificed anything personal to the cause of saving humanity, and that he never made any hard decisions himself for that cause either, only following Erwin’s orders, etc... I even got into an argument with a Jaegerist once in which they accused Levi of being too afraid to make any decisions or choices on his own after Furlan and Isabel died.

Well, needless to say for me, all of this is absurd, and plainly untrue. Levi, in the end, probably ended up sacrificing more for humanities sake then any other character in SnK, and I want go sort of map out here why that is, and gives examples as I go along.

First of all, in order to understand just what and how Levi has sacrificed for humanities salvation, you first have to understand what it is that is Levi’s primary, personal need and desire. Everyone, throughout the story, is shown at some point having to give up on their personal dreams in order to advance the cause, to sacrifice the thing that drives them forward. As Kenny says, the thing that they’re “drunk” on. But Levi, rather famously, doesn’t have any personal dream that he’s fighting for, he doesn’t have anything he, personally, wants.

But what Levi does have is an overwhelming, intrinsic need and desire to save people. Since even before he came above ground and joined the Survey Corps, Levi has felt a desire and even an obligation to use his strength to help others, to keep them safe, to keep them alive.

Above everything else, Levi values life.

This is why, numerous times throughout the story, whenever Levi is leading a unit of soldiers, his first and primary order to them is to “stay alive” or “not die”. Other than the objective of whatever specific mission they’re on, keeping his comrades alive, making sure they make it out okay, is Levi’s primary goal, and I would say, from a personal standpoint, for Levi himself, it’s even more important to him than completing the mission. If he can do something to save someone’s life, his overwhelming instinct is to do so. Because for Levi, the loss of life has a profound impact. He feels each loss down to his core. It devastates him, each time someone dies, whether that’s under his direct command, or in following someone else’ orders. And that pain he feels, that sense of guilt and grief, is only exacerbated when he knows there’s something he could have done to prevent it. Levi cares too much about other people, and values other people’s lives and right to live too much for him ever to take those kinds of losses in stride.

So how does this relate back to Levi’s personal sacrifices, and his ability to make tough decisions?

Well, from beginning to end, Levi is in a constant battle with himself, choosing between his natural drive and instinct to save the lives of as many people as he can, and the necessity of letting some people die in order to achieve a greater, overall good.

It goes against every fiber of Levi’s being every time he has to choose the latter. It conflicts and clashes with his very nature, to let people die when he could do something to save them. And in making that choice, in the process of sacrificing his own, personal need, he also hurts himself immeasurably. He takes on the guilt and grief and pain of each, preventable death, and chooses to live with it, even as it tears his heart to pieces.

Isayama himself said the thing Levi recognizes that he’s tethered to, when Kenny asks him what it is he’s drunk on, is his own strength, and the need to use that strength to be a hero, to help people. It’s the thing he can’t ignore, the thing he can’t separate himself from. The things he wants, the thing he cares about most. Saving lives.

So every time Levi makes a decision not to, it’s tantamount to Levi giving up the thing that drives him, giving up the thing he cares most about. It’s a massive sacrifice. One people don’t always seem to recognize as such, because it doesn’t take the shape of a tangible goal with an end point, and it’s intrinsically selfless in nature. It doesn’t give Levi anything himself, so it doesn’t often get recognized as giving anything up. But it’s still a major sacrifice, because every time Levi goes against this instinct of his, it causes him great suffering.

But for anyone who doubts Levi’s willingness to sacrifice, or to make choices which ultimately cause him a tremendous amount of suffering, lets give some examples.

The first one I can think of off the top of my head is during the Female Titan arc, when Levi leads his squad into the forest of giant trees in order to lure Annie into a trap. In order for the trap to work, Levi knows he and his squad can’t engage Annie, because they need to lead her to a certain point. So that means Levi has to make the decision to keep going, even as, at his back, he can hear other SC soldiers engaging with Annie and dying in droves. Can you imagine how hard this is for Levi? When he values life above all else, when his overwhelming instinct is to use his strength to prevent people from dying, to use his strength to eliminate threats so other people don’t have to put themselves in harms way? The guilt and grief Levi must have felt afterwards had to have been brutal. It’s why he snaps at Erwin after, when Erwin tries to thank him, and Levi tells him it was the recruits who died engaging Annie that are to thank, not him. But, because he understood that capturing the Female Titan was the only way to advance the cause for humanities salvation, Levi willingly chose to follow Erwin’s orders, and stay his own, personal need to help.

The next example is during the battle with the Female Titan in Trost. Once again, Levi is devastated by his inability to help, this time due to being injured. We’re shown a panel of Levi having to physically restrain himself from jumping into action, his hands literally clenched to fists at his sides and shaking as he looks on, under Erwin’s orders, to stand down and let the plan play out. Levi knows this plan is dangerous and has the potential to lead to many deaths, which, eventually, it does. Some of which likely could have been prevented had Levi been able to engage. Again, this goes against everything that Levi is. This causes Levi massive pain.

Next up is during the Uprising arc. The first, big sacrifice Levi makes here is in helping Hange torture Sannes. He does this both for Hange’s sake, to help them enact their desire for revenge, and also for the sake of humanity, knowing they need to extract information about the Reiss family from Sannes in order for Erwin’s plan of a coup to succeed. This incident has a huge, personal toll on Levi, in which, once again, he’s having to go against his very nature in order to help humanity, purposefully hurting someone instead of helping them. Because no, Levi, contrary to some absurd claims, doesn’t enjoy hurting people. He doesn’t get some sort of sick thrill or pleasure from it. I could go into why, but that’s a post for another time. But using this as an example, one only need look at Levi’s behavior afterward to see how much this particular incident took out of him. He forgets to tell Historia the information that they found out through torturing Sannes, which is that she’s the true heir to the thrown, and then, when Historia tries to back out of doing her part and starts instead to wallow in self-pity and loathing, Levi snaps and grabs her, and threatens her into doing her duty. Why? Because he’s just made himself do something monstrous, something that goes so completely against who he actually is. He’s just had to sacrifice his humanity to win necessary information. And now this 16 year old girl is threatening to render that sacrifice totally meaningless because she’s insecure. Of course Levi would be upset. That scene with Historia pretty much encapsulates the price Levi had to pay in torturing Sannes.

The next example is again during the Uprising arc, when Levi turns down the offer of the MP his group captured to turn themselves in and save Erwin’s life. While questioning this man, he tries to tell Levi that if he just turns himself and his squad in, and gives up on trying to rescue Eren and Historia, then they can save Erwin’s life, who’s been captured and is about to stand trial for murder. Not only is Erwin Levi’s commanding officer, but he’s also one of his only, close friends. But Levi knows that, for humanity and the cause of its salvation, Eren is the more valuable person, and so he refuses the offer, even as you just know, from a personal level, how difficult this had to be for Levi, to stand back and do nothing to save his friend when he potentially could. Once again, he places the cause above his own, personal feelings.

Then we have the entire Shiganshina arc. During the first part of this battle, Levi is doing everything in his power to save as many lives as he can. He takes down so many of the smaller titans threatening the horses that, by the end of it, he’s gasping and out of breath, physically worn down, all in an attempt to keep the fresh, inexperienced SC recruits from having to engage at all. And then, when the Beast Titan starts throwing boulders at them, Levi tries desperately to rally and gather everyone to climb back over the wall and take shelter, trying desperately to save as many of them as he can. When he’s informed by Erwin of how bad the situation actually is, and that there’s nowhere to run and hide, Levi’s initial move is to come up with a plan which would lead to a lot of deaths in order to save the lives of the people he considers most valuable to the cause. He tells Erwin that he should go with Eren and as many soldiers as Eren can carry and run back to the safety of the inner walls, while the remaining soldiers act as bait, and Levi himself tries to take down the Beast Titan. Right here, Levi is ready and willing to make a decision which once again goes against his every instinct, which is to save lives, not sacrifice them. But he’s willing to do it here in order to save Eren and Erwin, the two most valuable people in the fight for humanity, in his view, not to mention his willingness to sacrifice his own life too. Then, when Erwin tells him his own plan, to lead the new recruits in a death charge toward the Beast Titan, giving Levi an infinitely better chance of succeeding in taking him down, and thus giving them victory, Levi, seeing Erwin’s struggle to let go of his own dream in order to do what needs to be done, willingly takes the burden of that decision off of his shoulders and onto himself, making the choice for him. Remember, these are the same recruits that Levi had been, just moments before, so desperate to keep safe, and had fought so many titans in an attempt to do so, he’d ended up wearing himself to exhaustion. Remember, Erwin is one of Levi’s only, real friends. And now, in order to win this vital battle in the fight for humanity, Levi makes the decision, once again, to go against his very nature, and let people die who he wants so much to save. It’s why, when Levi is making his way toward the Beast Titan, he looks over at the charging recruits as says “I’m sorry”. This was, once again, a sacrifice Levi made which was, for him, on a personal level, devastating in its consequences.

And of course there’s his choice on the rooftop, between Erwin and Armin. Another, personal sacrifice Levi makes, both for Erwin’s sake, to let him rest and no longer have to carry the weight of guilt and those hard decisions, and for the sake of humanity, because he knew Armin was the better choice going forward. Levi chooses to let one of his only friends die, and to bear the weight of that loss, and the devastation of allowing it, as well as the weight of Erwin’s secret shame and guilt, all on his own. He never tells anyone about Erwin’s secret, as far as we know, he never tells anyone about Erwin’s guilty conscience, or his inner turmoil and death wish. Levi bears the weight of those secrets himself, and the weight of other people’s blame in the process.

The next, major sacrifice of Levi’s I can think of is what happens during his guard duty over Zeke in the forest of giant trees, when Zeke turns 30 of Levi’s fellow soldiers into titans. Zeke makes a safe assumption that Levi won’t be able to stop him, because he won’t be able to bring himself to kill his own men. Zeke correctly understands Levi’s soft heart, and how much he values the lives of other people, and he uses that in order to execute his own escape. He figures the sacrifice will be too great, that it will hurt Levi too much, to kill these men whom he’s spent the last month living with, that he’ll let himself die instead and thus, let Zeke escape to meet with Eren and enact his plan. It’s a safe assumption. What Zeke doesn’t understand about Levi though is his willingness to sacrifice his own, personal need for the sake of humanity. Levi says to him, as he’s coming to take him down, that he doesn’t how many of their friends they’ve killed already. He’s telling Zeke that he’s already had to make the horrible choice numerous times to let his friends and comrades die for the greater good, and that’s where Zeke miscalculated. He didn’t understand Levi’s willingness to do so again, here. Nothing would have been harder for Levi then what he had to do in that forest, nothing could have had a greater, personal toll on Levi than what he had to do. He knew those men well enough to know their first names, as we see when he calls out to one of them after they’ve turned into a titan. He spent a solid month living with all of them, and probably was around them all the time for years before then. He knew them, he had formed personal relationships with them. And then, in order to stop Zeke, he had to kill all of them. If that isn’t a major sacrifice, and if that isn’t making a hard decision for the greater good, at great, personal cost, I don’t know what is.

And then finally we get to the final arc, in which Levi loses his last, remaining close friend in Hange. Levi lets Hange go, he lets them go to their death, both for Hange’s sake, and for the sake of saving humanity. Again, can you imagine how hard this was for Levi? Once again, he’s having to sacrifice his own, natural need to save lives and protect people in order to do what needs to be done for the overall good. He goes to stop Hange, and then Hange begs him to let them do this, because it’s what they need, and what humanity needs, and Levi does. He takes on the burden of Hange’s loss, even as it devastates him on a personal level. Again, Levi makes a hard choice which causes him immense, personal pain. Again, Levi makes a major sacrifice in order to save humanity.

And even after this, Levi continues to sacrifice by going against the thing that matters most to him personally. He knows, before anyone else, and states before anyone else, that they’re going to have to kill Eren. A comrade and friend, someone Levi has already made countless sacrifices for in order to keep him alive. And now he has to kill him. And when the time finally comes for that to happen, it’s Levi who rallies Mikasa, Levi who takes charge and takes action in order to do what needs to be done, and Levi who gives Mikasa the opening she needs in order to end Eren’s life. Once again, Levi makes the choice to let one of his comrades die in order to serve humanity. Once again, Levi sacrifices his own, personal desire in order to do what needs to be done for the greater good.

And, just as an afterthought to all of this, he also gives the only thing he has left to give, after he’s lost every, single person that he’s ever been close to in his life, and that’s his own life and body. He goes into battle while barely being able to stand, while suffering internal bleeding and life-threatening injuries, and ends up with a crippled leg in order to save Connie’s life.

So, yeah, anyone who tries to claim Levi never sacrificed anything, or was “afraid” to make hard decisions which had personal consequences for him, can shove it. They’re wrong. They’re dead wrong. Levi sacrificed more, and made more hard decisions, made more choices which ended up causing him immeasurable pain and suffering, and which he knew would cause him pain and suffering, than anyone else in the story.

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