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mrs-hatake · 3 years

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serenity

A/N: i’m rewatching aot when i was inspired to write this. it’s a sequel to one of my one shots (dm for link) but can be read as a stand alone!

The flickering flames were the only sounds audible in the dimly lit hallway. The soil was wet from the rain earlier this morning and the walls were damp from the humidity.

Despite this, a cold shiver goes down your spine and puffs of condensate air rushes through your lips at the gradual drop of temperature. Even though the weather was getting colder, it wasn’t cold enough for you to switch to your winter attire. Which is why you were dressed in a night gown made from a light material and an even lighter robe that did nothing to keep you warm.

Still, you trudge through, determined to reach your destination at the end of the hall first door on your right.

The wooden door in front of you is old yet sturdy. It was enough to prevent anyone from forcing their way in and enough to protect its occupants from extreme weather condition.

Its texture is dry and rough under your knuckles as you knock the door three times. The first two knocks following each other before the third one is followed after five seconds. It’s a secret code so that the other person could know who is knocking. Something he had been following since he had met you that one fateful night.

“Come in.” Commands his muffled voice.

Pushing the door open, you peak your head through and scan your eyes across the small room until you find him sitting by his desk, reading a book you’ve never seen before.

“You’re awake.” It isn’t a question, rather, an observation from you.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Levi replies, his head buried deep into his new book. “What about you?” He glances at you quickly before returning to his page.

Closing the door behind you, you inch towards where Levi is sitting, one hand behind your back. “I need you to do something for me.”

Intrigued, Levi dog ears the page he is reading and closes the book. He shifts in his seat so that he can face you properly with a quirked eyebrow.

Having his full attention, you bring your arm forward and open your hand to reveal a pair of silver scissors which glisten under the brightly lit torch just above Levi’s desk.

Confusion clouds his grey eyes before they are overtaken by understanding, “Are you sure?” He asks in apprehension.

Releasing a shaky exhale, you nod your head and stare into his eyes that have seen so much pain and sorrow, “I’m sure.”

Levi points towards his bathroom - one of the rare benefits of being a captain - and follows after you. You can hear a faint sound of his chair being dragged across the wooden floor.

Standing at the edge of the small bathroom which barely fits two people, Levi places his desk chair in front of the stone sink and the petite mirror. “Have a seat.”

Sitting on the chair, you face your reflection in the mirror with determination, a fiery determination that Levi couldn’t ignore.

You could see in the mirror as Levi lifts his left hand and take a hold of a lock of your hair, “Did you tell her?” He asks softly, his eyes briefly meeting yours through the mirror.

Her being your mother.

Your mother who had died years ago when wall Maria had fallen and you were beyond the wall, scouting and learning everything that you could about the titans.

She was madly and deeply in love with your long hair. As a little girl, your hair barely reached your shoulders but that didn’t stop your mother from gushing over how pretty it made you look. And when you’ve learned about her death, you had vowed that you would never cut your hair. To honor her and to commemorate her.

However, after your near death encounter with a titan just days ago, you have decided to cut your hair. As much as it pained you to do so, it wouldn’t do anyone any good if you died. You were one of the most exceptional soldiers in Levi’s squad and excelled in the academics. Dying because your hair got snatched by some titan was not part of your agenda.

“I did. This morning.” You reply quietly, “I’m sure she’ll understand.”

Nodding his head, Levi adjusts the scissors and takes his first snip.

“Make it as short as possible. Shorter than...Mikasa.”

Levi says nothing at your request and continues to cut away at your hair. Each snip echoing the beat of your erratic heart. There is wetness in the corner of your right eye as strands of your hair land on your lap but you swiftly wipe the tears away with the back of your hand.

Whether Levi has noticed and pretends that he didn’t see your vulnerability out of respect or not will never be known.

Snip

Levi goes.

Fall

Your hair goes.

The titans’ teeth chomping on your comrades as they descend to their deaths flashes before your eyes and you harshly close them.

What feels like hours later when it is actually just an entire hour goes by, Levi takes a step back, “All done.”

Cautiously lifting your head and slowly bringing your gaze towards the mirror, your breath hitches at the image reflecting before you.

The woman in front of you looks exactly just like you. Same eyes, same nose and same lips. The only major difference is that her once waist length hair is now just a few shy inches above her ears. The fringe of her hair sweeping across her eyebrows, barely concealing them.

Your hand inches towards the mirror to touch the reflection but you hesitate, as if scared by the unfamiliar woman before you.

“It looks good.”

Shifting your gaze to the corner of the mirror, you can see Levi standing next to you as his fingers delicately stroke the short locks of hair, “It suits you.”

The tears rapidly well up in your eyes, nose turning a bright shade of pink. Blinking the tears away, you smile up at your captain, your best friend and your lover.

“Come,” He extends a hand, “It’s getting late.”

Placing your smaller hand that is filled with calluses from the blades you’ve gotten so used to holding into his, you follow Levi into his bed and sigh in bliss as his arms wrap around you, his serene breathing lulls you to sleep.

#levi x reader #Levi x You #levi imagine #snk imagines #aot imagines

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visual-explorxtion · 4 years

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Murder for One - One Shot

Summary: They found their way back to where the nightmare began. The Oswell E Spencer mansion. But things took a wrong turn. Chris has been murdered. And it’s up to the gang to track down his murderer.

A/N: I wanted to write a short murder mystery but I kept emphasising a lot of things so it turned out a bit longer than I’ve intended. Also been rewatching Twin Peaks so I was kinda inspired by it.

Word count: 2.3K

11:55 pm, June 14th, Oswell E Spencer's mansion.

A moonless night, just like many of the others, is a deadly premonition. BANG! The thunder roared and the split of lightning flashed that lit up the rustic library in a blink of an eye, then shrouded by darkness once more. The only light source is the lone fireplace, located on the far side of the room. The firewood crackled.

Chris is dead.

Nobody came in or out of this mansion. Except for our four little suspects: Leon S Kennedy, an American Agent working under the government; Jill Valentine, former S.T.A.R.S member and current Special Ops Agent in the BSAA; Claire Redfield, a member of TerraSave; Carlos Oliveira, former UBCS and mercenary. The four stood looking down at the corpse, the light behind their eyes extinguished along with the life of their former friend.

2 hours earlier:

Chris was sent out by HQ to investigate further about a new strain of the virus being created in the Spencer's mansion. Of course, this was all tipped by an anonymous caller. HQ should've known better. This mission was a quick data retrieval, but the rest of the group got worried when Chris hasn't returned after an hour has passed. As soon as they've received the news, the four of them came rushing to the scene of the crime. Inside, they found Chris lying cold on the oak wood flooring. Upon further investigation, they can pinpoint that Chris: took a hard blow to the head, visible strangle marks around his neck and several stab wounds in the general area of the torso. All of these could be the fatal cause of Chris's death. There was no sign of intruders or breaking of any locks which means, the killer's only access is the front door.

"Who could've done such a thing?" Claire sniffles.

"I'll contact HQ and see if we could get some back-up and analysis going." Leon tampers with his phone. "Shit, can't get a signal here."

Jill took a quick glance at Claire then focused on Chris's lifeless body, she sighs. "This isn't right. There's no blood around the corpse." she contemplates for a moment. "...which means, the murdering didn't happen in this room. Alright, let spread out and see what we can find." They nod, each set off in different directions. Claire and Carlos scout the ground floor while Leon and Jill tread lightly along the first floor. Strong wind clatter the decade-old windows and echos through the hallway, making a ghastly sound. Jill swallows. Mansions give her the creeps and often unfond memories. The upper hallway split into three separate doorways; one lead to a bathroom, another is a decorated study and lastly is the dust-coated master bedroom.

"I'll go check out the study." Leon declared, she gave an approving nod and both head on to their chosen destination, flashlight in hand. The doorknob is rusted, giving it several twists then it groaned open. The bedroom is grim with a dampened smell, furniture covered in white sheets. If this doesn't scream creepy, Jill ain't sure what else would. The beam of light continues to shine on showing nothing out of the ordinary. Suddenly, torch caught something reflective, just shying away behind the edge of the bed frame. Jill grasp the object for a closer inspection to reveal a candle holder, decaying away with time. Bingo! Bloodstains. The red liquid also seeped along the skirt of the white covers. Is this...the scene of the crime?

"Jill!" Leon cries out in distress.

The murder weapon clanked against the wooden floor. Jill sprinted in full speed towards the study only to find Leon hunched over the rows of bookshelves.

"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?" she pants.

"Come take a look at this." he reaches out his hand.

Jill frowns. "But this is Chris's knife...Why would it be here?"

"This could be where Chris got murdered. Look, there's blood splatter across here." The crimson fluid trailed its way near the bookcase. "This can't be right...if this is the murder weapon... Wait!" Jill turned on her heels and marched farther along the hallway. She managed to pry open the last door which unveiled the unkempt bathroom, the scene mirrors the other rooms. "As I thought."

"But...this doesn't make any sense." Leon's face scrunched upon looking at its interior. The third murder weapon. A rope loosely hanging from the shower curtain rail, blood tainted the hemp thread. Must be caused by the friction against Chris's skin which broke the outer layer of the tissue.

"Leon! Jill!" Carlos's voice roared halfway across the place.

They both gave a knowing look to one another before heading off to the foyer. Claire and Carlos stood with an unsettling look on their faces.

"I think...we've found what may have killed Chris..." they both pulled out a blood-stained object. A kitchen knife and a porcelain vase. Sadness filled their eyes as they both averted their gaze away from the weapons.

"No...it's impossible. This getting more confusing by the minute." Leon huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What do you mean? These two must be the murder weapon. The bloodstains can't lie." Claire frustrates over Leon's remarks and stood her ground.

"We found more objects like this upstairs, stained with blood, each in different rooms," Leon explains.

Jill sighs, rubbing her temple with her index finger. "Let's just...go back to the library and calmly figure this out."

"Maybe if we reenact it out, we can decode this mystery." an idea struck Carlos. Leon pats his arm before shuffling back to along the route to the library.

The temperature hasn't changed at all since they left, still cold and bitter. Chris, still laying as dead as ever, being kept warm by the fireplace. Something caught Jill's eye, an envelope, seated on top of the mantelpiece with words written in cursive. 'Open me, when the truth is revealed'. She turns the letter over. But, there were no names or any seal marks.

"Hey, was this here before?" her voice sounded quizzical.

Carlos frowns, "I don't think so...Why? What's the matter?"

Jill shakes her head. "No, it doesn't matter. Let's just focus the matter at hand right now."

The grandfather clock chimed and made the group jump. 1 am...it's been 4 hours since Chris's death, but they aren't getting any closer to catching the killer. Jill starts picking at her fingers.

"Something's off...Nobody else knows Chris is here, except us. This was a solo mission. So that means...one of us did it." Jill said, out of speculation. She's never wrong about a hunch, even if that deduction was a bold one.

"Wait, what do you mean one of us? All of us have an alibi. We were with each other for the past few hours." the sound of Leon's voice warns her that she's treading on thin ice.

"Yes, but there's a two-hour window when the murder happened. And neither one of us has proof of our alibi in the time gap."

Tension is rising in the room. Indeed, this is a huge accusation. But Jill can't just stand aside and let the murderer walk free with bloodshed on their hands, let alone with her best friends blood.

"I have an alibi," Claire spoke out. "I was stuck on the highway on my way to Chris's place and I stopped by Krispy Kreme too."

"Well, I shared a ride with Jill this whole time. She'd know if I went missing for even a split second. And before that, I was with a friend. They can prove it." Carlos raised his hand.

"Leon?" Claire asks.

Leon mumbled quietly. None of his words was audible. "You're gonna have to speak up." He let out a huge sigh. "I said, I was at the bar. Just trying to get drunk. There. Ya happy now?"

Something still doesn't feel right. Jill knew that deep down, one of them is lying. "No. This isn't it."

"What do you mean 'this isn't it'? We all have an alibi, so it's not us." Carlos grunts.

"What about you Jill? Where were you before meeting up with Carlos?" Claire's words pressed up against Jill.

"I was working overtime, finishing off some paperwork at the office."

"Was there anyone else at the office with you?"

"No...no there wasn't. Everyone already left for the day and I was the only one." Jill bites her lip.

"Oh, God. D-did you...did you kill my brother? But why? I thought you two went through everything together!" tears start spilling down Claire's cheeks.

"No! It's not me! What reason have I got for me to kill Chris? He's my best friend. What will I gain from that?!" Jill's stomach churns, even she's starting to doubt herself. Wait a minute…

Leon wraps his arms around Claire's shoulders to comfort her emotions, his head trying to get around the words that he just heard, but his feelings are numbed at this moment.

A snicker reverberates the empty library. The lightning stopped about an hour ago, silence fills the air around them. Gradually, the snicker became a period of giggles.

"Y'know, you almost had me fooled. All this time, I thought something doesn't feel quite right. Why all the different murder weapons? And why spread them apart in the mansion? I couldn't figure it out...Even I've started to doubt myself, maybe I had a hand in pushing Chris's death. But I soon realise, all that gibberish was just a smokescreen!" She picks up the envelope and peeks at its content. "As I thought exactly. The truth."

The three of them looked at Jill with a quizzical look painted on their faces.

"Yes, they are all murder weapons. They did play a part in Chris's death, but they were only induced AFTER he got murdered!" she waltzes towards Leon, holding out a hand. "Leon, if you please." His brain whirred for a moment before he knew what Jill was talking about. He placed the object in her hand per her request.

"This is the true murder weapon." Jill presented Chris's combat knife. " The actual weapon that caused the fatal blow. Isn't that right, Claire?"

Claire's eyes widen in horror. "Are you out of your mind?! How could I have killed my own brother? I have an alibi."

Carlos exhaled. "She's right. It couldn't be her."

Jill cackled. "That's what I thought at first. But, something you said made me reconsider. 'The bloodstains can't lie'. Why are you so sure about that? You and Carlos only searched the lower part of the mansion, so why are you so sure that there were bloodstains on EVERY object when we only took the vital one?"

Claire kept her head down, looking at her feet, her shoulders shivering.

"As for the alibi, I have solid proof that you did it." Jill grins. "You said you were stuck on the highway. You weren't wrong. Travelling from your apartment to Chris's will require you to take a long journey, the only way is to drive on the highway. But! From your apartment to the mansion, you do not need to get on the highway. And the mansion to Chris's place is only a short drive so you have enough time to murder Chris, plan all the objects and the bloodstains and you still have time to spare. Of course, if somebody was to kill Chris, he would immediately defeat them without breaking a sweat. But what if that person knows him well and is someone he trusts wholeheartedly? Then, the circumstance would be much different." Jill takes a deep breath. "You've planned everything perfectly but you've missed the most important and intricate detail."

"And what is that?" she asks.

"The bookcase. When Chris was looking through the documents, you killed him there and then, using his own knife. Everything in that room was built with glazed wood so the cleaning up shouldn’t have taken so long. But, you forgot about the bookcase. Specks of blood were left on the hinges." she exhales. "Oh! And there's a new Krispy Kreme that just opened two blocks away from his place. I know because he took me there last week."

Claire's sniffing stopped. Her gaze remained on the ground. A soft hum came out of her mouth, slowly it turned into a giggle and lead to a burst of bellowing laughter.

"Well, colour me impressed. So what if I killed my own brother, hm?" She skipped her way toward his corpse. "The killing was quick. But the cleaning up! That took a whole hour!"

"You're sick. That's your brother."

"And what about it? Maybe he should have done what I told him not to do. Maybe then, he'd still be alive. Who told him to eat the last chicken nugget? It was mine! But he didn't listen to me. HE SHOULD HAVE LISTENED!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH!" A voice boomed as the door opens.

"Chris???" They said in unison.

Chris stare at them and sigh. The group sitting gathered around the coffee table in Chris's new apartment playing Cluedo at 1 in the morning. Jill and Claire having a go at each other's throats, Carlos sitting comfortably watching as this goes down and Leon's been on his phone for the past 5 minutes.

"But it was just getting good. We've just revealed who murdered you." Claire gave him the sad puppy eyes.

"Why am I the one getting murdered? Can't you use the default characters?" Chris frowns. "Also, do you want me to get kicked out again? This is my housewarming party and I don't want to receive any noise complaint as a housewarming gift. Now, tidy up. The pizzas' getting cold."

The four of them obeyed his command obediently, setting up the table for the awaited pizzas. Claire waltz her way towards the kitchen, just next to the dining table. "Hey! Who ate the last doughnut?"

Chris's face drained to a pale shade of gray. Discreetly, he backed out of the room, tip-toeing stealthily. Fist clenched as Claire raged. "CHRIS!"

#chris...bitch he so dead #jill my main girl #this was fun writing a murder mystery #i might do it again in the future #chris redfield #jill valentine #leon s kennedy #claire redfield #carlos oliveira #resident evil #re fanfiction #no this isn't the blood fic i'm writing #new fic out end of this week maybe #⭐️.doc

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