#rip to you but if he’d done it to you instead of me I’d have never talked to him again bc I care how my friends are treated

[r0ttenhearts]

I saw you're taking req, hmm I wanted some angst like neglected reader & diluc or kaveh, the story or plot is up to you 🥹🥹

look at me

diluc x reader

warnings: mean diluc, one sided relationship, arguments, angst

another night you found yourself alone in bed, the book you had been reading laid open on the spot that belonged to diluc, or used to. longer nights seemed to be often now, staying up for him. not like he cared for your presence anyway. only giving you a glance when he’d get in bed, facing away from you.

the cold feeling of the sheets on your skin no longer warmed your heart, trying to grasp at the scent of him on his pillow. it was like loving a ghost. if you could even call it a relationship anymore.

dates and anniversaries had been forgotten about for months now, empty promises he’d give you before stopping completely. never giving you anything to hope for. that’s what you believed on your birthday, leaving you alone that night. a thickly frosted cake sitting in front of you, tears in your eyes with his maids somber smiles as you blew out your candles.

you still held hope in your heart, hope that things would go back to how they used to be, to a loving relationship with him. that was until that night. screams and tears being the only thing between you two.

“i’ve told you for the last time, (y/n). i’m busy. can’t you take this up with sucrose or one of your other friends? i don’t have time for this nonsense.” diluc sighed, pressing his thumbs on the bridge of his nose.

“we haven’t done anything together in months, diluc.” you looked at him with hope in your eyes, holding out a flyer for the upcoming windblume festival in mondstat. “we can go to this together! it’ll be like how we used to go to your wine festival’s back in the day, but this time you won’t have to-“

his gloved hand tearing the sheet out of your grasp and ripping it in half silenced your words. you stared at him, wide eyed as he looked to you with the meanest glare he only reserved for kaeya.

“i don’t give a shit to go to some silly festival with you. do you ever wonder why i don’t spend time with you anymore (y/n)? why i’d rather be manning the bar instead of letting my employees do it?” he seethed, getting right in your face as you stood there frozen.

his fiery red hair matched his tone as you felt your love and hope for this relationship slowly wither with every word that came out of his mouth. his piercing eyes not hiding his distaste for you,

“the reason is i simply cannot stand to be here with you. i can’t stand the way you look at me so stupidly. you still believe something is there when i haven’t even looked at you in months.

i don’t love you anymore (y/n). get that through your thick skull. or do you still think i’m kidding? that one day i’ll waltz in here and kiss you like i used to? that i won’t leave you alone here every day with the maids?

nothing will change. i don’t care if you leave me. do what you wish, just stop bothering me.”

he left your shared bedroom with a slam of the door. the glass on your bedside table shaking as silent tears slipped down your cheeks. you were tired. tired of the fighting, tired of him.

the next day you did as he asked, or screamed. with a heavy heart you left his manor, a home you had known for six years. ignoring his lingering stares in the streets of mondstat for the next few months.

every time you’d see him stop and stare at you, you’d shake your head. he didn’t miss you. you couldn’t miss him. nothing was waiting for you back at the winery.

you never knew of the way he’d uncap some of his special wine, sitting at the same table you used to have dinner alone in. gulping down the bitter liquid, he hated every second of it sliding down his throat. but he hated the way he felt without you even more.

the day he told you those words he’d felt nothing but regret. coming home to an empty house solidified that feeling of guilt and pain as he remembered the look on your face as he claimed he no longer felt anything for you. it was a lie. he lied to keep you away, away from his duties to hunt down the fatui. you didn’t know he was the infamous dark night hero, only believing his white lies of being at the bar every night.

oh how cruel could fate be as he watched you move on. you’d refuse to look his way if he stood next to you at a stall, your gaze locked on the merchant. never at him.

eventually your gaze would be locked onto his brother, kaeya. kaeya’s smirk as you held onto his arm made his blood boil. he had taken something else from him. but were you ever his to be taken from?

as he sat on the floor of his cellar, tears in his eyes as he inhaled the smell of grapes and liquids he now found comfort in, he only thought of you.

“hey (y/n).. the windblume festival is coming up soon.. do you want to go together.” he whispered to himself, more hot tears running down his face.

“i didn’t mean what i said that night.. i’ll cut off my own tongue so i never yell at you again.. so please,

promise you won’t go.”

taglist: @samarill @lelemnh

#genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin x reader angst #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc angst #diluc fanfic #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x you #diluc x y/n #master diluc #diluc x reader angst

[ponderingmoonlight]

OH EM GEE YOUR REQUESTS ARE OPEN 🙏🙏🙏🙏 fem!reader x megumi fushiguro with a side of injury x angst and hurt but at the end there's fluff/comfort please !! fem!reader gets injured trying to save megumi, (prompt 17) then megumi is like "girl wtf" and then he scolds fem!reader (prompt 2) for getting injured in the process of trying to save him... then fem!reader was like "i was ready to give my heart to you" (prompt 28) and megumi was like "u dont need to do that" and then megumi suddenly confesses ?? (prompt 65) (HELP LMAOOO) and then fem!reader confesses as well and megumi's like "don't leave me." (prompt 61) and then fem!reader's like "dont be silly why would i leave you xo" (prompt 64) so sorry if this was confusing i got too excited 🙏🙏🙏🙏

First of all, I'm so so so sorry this took so long! While I always wrote on this fic from time to time, it wasn't until tonight when I had an idea how to get all of these prompts togehter. While I think it isn't my best work, I hope you still like it <3

Save you

Pairing: Megumi x reader

Word Count: 1,1k

Synopsis: After you recklessly risk your own life to save his, Megumi can't hold back his feelings any longer

Warnings: It's so fluffy I'm gonna dieee and a little shitty writing I'm so sorry guys, proofread, but I'm sick and not concentrated so show some mercy

Rumbling, teeth, blood. It happens faster than you are able to comprehend your surroundings. All you know is that this fucking curse was only inches away from Megumi’s face. Inches away from ripping his skin apart. Inches away from probably killing the boy you are secretly in love with since joining Jujutsu High. It was a reflex, an intuition. Without hesitation, you throw yourself in front of him, hands stretched out in a desperate attempt to shield the merciless attack.

“I’ll get you out of here.”

You did manage to exorcise the curse. But not without your blood splattering everything in vicinity, sharp teeth slicing your delicate flesh open without mercy.

„(y/n)! Why did you do that!?”, Megumi yells at you, eyes widen in pure shock.

Everything hurts. You don’t dare to look down on your own body, instead you just stand there and stare at Megumi.

“Are you out of your mind? You could have died!”, he hollers at you.

In the matter of seconds he stands by your side, frantically taking off his uniform and pressing the fabric against your multiple scorching wounds. Your heart sinks into your chest at the sound of his anger-filled voice.

“Stop yelling at me, I saved you. And you would have done the same for me”, you hiss through gritted teeth, ignoring the pain that spreads around your whole body.

“This was absolutely reckless, (y/n)! I thought you were smarter than that, such behavior doesn’t suit you at all! Don’t you know that I’m able to take care of myself? I don’t need you to risk your own life for me”, he blurts out, every word stabbing into your heart like a knife.

You hate the way your eyes start to instantly burn with tears, completely taking your sight that is fixed on his brown shoes. This is not fair. You did what your intuition told you. And you just know Megumi would do the same for you – maybe not out of love, but friendship. He’d be the first to take a bullet if it means saving his friends.

“And to top it off, you don’t even care about even injured, it’s like yo-“

That’s enough. You can’t hold back any longer.

“If it means that I’ll save you, I’d be ready to give you my heart without even flinching! Because I care about you, idiot”, you yell so suddenly that Megumi flinches at the unusual harsh tone in your voice.

He can’t help but stare at you in disbelief. Megumi has known you for years, long before joining Jujutsu High. And even though he always knew you care for him, he never thought that it would go this far. After all, you’re so breathtaking gorgeous that he never lost a thought about you actually liking him back.

Because for Megumi, it has always been more than a sweet innocent friendship, more than a little sympathy. When he fell, he fell hard, head over heels to be exact. Your words make his heart beat a little louder, world spin a little faster. But still…Still he can’t accept the fact that you’d die so recklessly because of him.

“(y/n), I would rather die than knowing the love of my love got injured because of me…”

Now or never, the way your eyes pierce right through him and the fact that you nearly died because of him let Megumi gather all his courage.

“I can’t hold it back any longer! (y/n)…I think I might be in love with you. No, I’m sure that I love you. I love the way you walk and talk, how you carry yourself with so much elegance. I love the way you make fighting look so effortlessly and the little smile you wear on your face every time you see me. But even though your affection goes far enough to save me, I know you’ll never like me like this…I just needed to get this off my chest. So I hope you don’t leave me, I would totally understand if you don’t wanna speak to be though…”

Minutes feel like hours when all you can do is stand there and stare into the dark ocean of his eyes. All this time, you thought all these things about Megumi himself. That he only likes you as a friend, that he wouldn’t be able to see more in you than his comrade, a simple girl that’s been through some shit on his side. But those sweet words leaving his mouth, him telling you that he loves you…You can’t believe your ears. This has to be a pretty dream, right? Like the ones you desperately try to get back to when waking up, the ones you don’t even have to write down in order to remember.

This is not a dream, though. Your whole body is on fire, limbs burning like hell while your tear-stained cheeks get brushed by an icy wind. No, this is reality. And by the way his eyes glister in nothing but sadness you can tell that he truly believes in his words.

How ironic.

“Don’t be stupid, I’m not leaving you”, you breathe out.

A warm smile creeps up your face as you close the distance between your bodies, fingers intertwining with his. Oh, if he only knew how often you daydreamed about this, how often you told yourself over and over that he doesn’t like you like this, that Megumi Fushiguro will never love you. Little did you know that he felt the exact same way.

“I loved you since joining Jujutsu High. All this time I thought that a wonderful boy like me could never…well…fall in love with someone like me”, you admit shyly.

“You’ve got to be kidding, right?”

He grabs your face, forcing you to look up into his ocean orbs.

“You are the most precious thing walking on this earth. If someone’s lucky than it’s me. Even though I still don’t like that you threw yourself in front of that curse for me. Please never do something like that again.

His breath brushes against your cheek. Is this really happening? Are his lips really lowering themselves at yours, touching them so innocently while all you can do is close your eyes and let yourself sink against his tender touch? No, this is sweet reality.

And all of that because you decided in a split of a second that Megumi is worth all the pain, that your feelings for him are greater than fear.

“I’d always throw myself in front of a curse again if it means that I can do that”, you mumble against his lips.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk fluff #jjk megumi #jjk fushiguro #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen season 2 #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen megumi #jujutsu kaisen memes #fushiguro megumi #megumi fushiguro #megumi x reader #jujutsu megumi #fushiguro #megumi #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x reader #fushiguro x y/n #megumi x you #megumi x y/n #megumi fushiguro x you

[brightlycoloredteacups]

Hiii, can you write a smut that Orm gets jealous and makes Y/n suck him in the throne room, And makes her call him Ocean Master🙏🙏 with face fucking, spanking, angry sex, choking, hair pulling and anything else you want As much as you want to write ❤️❤️

Whelp...I didn't get to the spanking but I hope I did ok enough!

            You and Orm had been fighting a lot recently. It wasn’t normal. From the moment you two met years ago there hadn’t been an angry word between you and now you couldn’t stop shouting at each other. Orm intrinsically understood all the fighting was his fault. He was letting his insecurities get the best of him, but it was hard not to. Everything had been ripped from him, his home, his former fiancée, his teacher. He went from beloved Prince Orm to the black fish seemingly overnight. Sure, Arthur and Mera forgave him for his heroics when he saved junior, but the people of Atlantis had long memories. Besides, you were like, really hot and it annoyed him that you weren’t around much anymore.

            You were a general in the Atlantean army. Your tactical know-how and battle prowess were legendary. So much so the Brine King himself asked for your hand in marriage. On top of that, you were incredibly intelligent with a special interest in what Arthur called ‘anthropology’. You went out of your way to learn about the people of the Seven Kingdoms of Atlantis and now, the surface world. Arthur relied on you heavily for diplomacy, which took you away a lot. Now, you were spending more time with Arthur than Orm was comfortable with. Thus, all the fighting.

            Orm was in the throne room, looking at the seat of Atlantis, trying his best not to grind his teeth into his gums. “Your highness?” Your voice rings out clear. The title irritates him further, you, his beloved, don’t call him that, you call him by his name. He turns around, glaring at you. You meet it with a stony look of your own. “Is this what we’re reduced to?” He asks, “Honorifics?”

“Well, you’re not acting much like a lover these days.” Orm feels his eye twitch. “Neither have you.”

“What’s the supposed to mean?” He doesn’t miss the hurt in your voice, but he’s seeing red. He swims up to you, only stopped by your hand around his throat. It isn’t enough to hurt, but he knows if you decide to squeeze, he’ll be in a pain he’d never felt before. “Why are you spending so much time with Arthur?” His tone is accusatory, yours is flat when you respond. “It’s my job.”

“You’re late coming back to our quarters,”

“We have a lot to discuss.”

“You spend a lot of time in here.”

“It’s the throne room, of course we do.”

“You’re alone with him.” He feels your fingers tighten in frustration. Something in Orm’s cock stirs. “Only because I have to be.”

“Because you want to be.” He snaps. Your fingers tighten to a painful degree as you bring him close. Another thrill runs through him. “What has gotten into you?”

“How do you think it looks when my woman spends all her free time with Arthur? Hm? How does it look to outsiders when you two leave this place alone after hours of being here. What do you wonder they’re thinking you two get up to?” You snarl and push him back with so much force he hits the throne with a small ‘oof’. “What do others think or what you think?” You spit at him. “Do you honestly think I’d go for someone like Arthur when I have you?”

            There’s a heavy silence that lingers between you two for a long time. You’d given him the validation he wanted, but his mind was clouding over with lust. He liked you aggressive. “Prove it,” Orm challenges, “Prove you like me better.” You roll your eyes in exasperation, crossing your arms. “And how do you propose I do that?” He doesn’t answer you, instead he considers you. You’re so beautiful, floating in front of him, angry, done with his shit. “Well?” You growl. That’s it, that’s all it takes for him to be at full mast.

            Not caring if you two get caught, Orm undoes his suit enough to bring his cock out. You look at it, mouth open in disbelief. “Are you insane?” You hiss. “No,��� Orm says smiling, “I’m the Ocean Master,” You balk at him refusing to believe this was happening. “You said you wanted to prove to me you like me better, prove it.” He motions to his length. With only a few moments hesitation you relent. He swears he gets harder just knowing what you’re about to do as you swim to him. You begin to undo your own suit, but he puts up a hand to stop you. “Suck.” Is his simple command.

            You say nothing as you take position. He adjusts his posture, giving you better access. You waste no time in licking a long strip from base to tip. “No teasing,” He demands. You follow directions and pop the head in your mouth and give a particularly hard suck. He lets his head fall back at the phenomenal sensation. You set a brutal pace; what you can’t reach with your mouth you reach with your hands. He knows you can take him all the way and wants that from you now. You aren’t giving it to him, and that’s frustrating.

            He places his hands on either side of your head. You understood the significance of this action and place your hands on his thighs, bracing yourself for what’s coming. Even in his frustration and anger he waits for your silent signal to go ahead. You tap his thigh twice. You’re ready, good. He thrust into your mouth, stay there for a few seconds before pulling back out.

            It’s vicious, the way he fucks your mouth. You suck every time he pulls out and he just barely remembers to wait a few moments for you to take a breath. But this is what he needs, your permission to use you as he sees fit. To fuck you as he pleases. Who else would allow him to do this to them for free if not someone that truly cared for him? He climaxes within minutes, making sure he empties himself down your throat before ripping you off him. You’re gasping for breathe the moment he does, ignoring the spurts of cum that float around you.

            He pulls you into a standing position, undoes the bottom of your suit and turns you around so your ass faces him. If you two were in your private quarters, he’d take the time to return the favor. Taking your clit into his mouth and sucking you dry, but this wasn’t about you right now. Without waiting for you to say anything he grabs your hips and pulls you into his lap, his thick cock enters your wet cunt with ease. Good, you were at least enjoying this. “Move,” He commands. You begin to bounce, letting out little gasps of pleasure.

            He was a long way off in terms or orgasm, but you weren’t. He could tell from the way your pussy fluttered around him. His eyes rolled so far to the back of his head he nearly found his brain. “Don’t you dare cum until I tell you to,” He growls. He pulls you back to his chest, hand closing around your neck this time. His free hand manages to wiggle its way between your legs to find your clit. He rubs harsh circles, reveling in the sound of your whimpering. The position is awkward for you, so you can’t bounce up and down like you so desperately want to. You settle with grinding. “Who do you belong to?” He asks. “Orm Marius,” you say, his fingers tighten around your throat. He asks the question again, “Who do you belong to?”

“His highness, Prince Orm.” The hand around your throat tightens more. He’s aware that you’ll be blacking out if he leaves his grip that tight for long, he hopes you get the answer right this time. “Who-”

“O-ocean Master!” You manage weakly. His smile is wicked as he loosens his grip. “That’s right,” he tells you, allowing you a little more space to bounce. “That’s right, you belong to me, not to Arthur. Not to the king of Atlantis, but to me.”

“I don’t want to belong to anyone else.” He hadn’t expected your comment. It strikes a chord with him. You continue, “No one else is as good as you. No one fucks me like you, no one makes me come as hard as you. There’s no one else but you, Ocean Master, no one.” His ego stroked to the fullest, Orm decides to reward you for being such a good girl. Quicker than you can fathom, he switches positions. You’re bent over an arm of the throne, the metal digging painfully into your skin. Orm, his hands on your hips, is thrusting into you from behind. It wasn’t fast, but it was rough. Every time he pulls out and pushes back in you see stars. “Please, I won’t last much longer.” You tell him, gripping onto the back of the throne for support.

            You think your pleas fall on def ears until you hear him say, “Cum for me.” It’s as if your body is awaiting such a command. He watches as you writhe beneath him, coming hard around him. He groans at the feeling of your pussy squeezing him, milking him for everything he has, he lets himself go inside you, painting your walls with thick ropes of cum. You two stay in that position for a long while before you gather yourself and redo your clothing.

            You turn to him finally, lips pursed. “Do you feel better now?” You ask him. Actually, he felt foolish about the entire thing, but he nodded instead. “Good,” You bring him in for a deep kiss. He feels so silly for doubting you he can’t bring himself to look in your eyes. “We will never do this in the throne room again, do you understand?” He nods. “I mean it. Never.”

            He gives you another quick kiss. “Just the one time,” He promises. For the first time in weeks, you gave him a smile. He’s relieved. All the pressure building between you two had dissipated. “I love you,” He whispers, pressing his forehead to yours. “I love you too,” you tell him. “Now, go back to our quarters,” you say, pulling away from him. “I’ll be along in a few moments; I have another meeting to attend.” Orm frowns, “What could Arthur possibly want to talk about this time?”

            You frown and shake your head, swimming away from him, “My meeting is with the Ocean Master,” You inform him, “Something about a performance review.” You shrug and disappear into the hall. Orm smiles to himself wondering how he got so lucky to find a woman like you.

#orm marius #orm x reader #ocean master #ask answered

[thesunshineriptide]

How would Leona act around a crush? How would he make them his?

A/n: Leona’s pretty subtle with his affections because he’s more so testing the waters with his crush than committing fully. He’s a strategist, and he wants to see if they’ll be able to pull their weight with him. He needs someone who can stand at his side, not beneath him.

Snack break

Leona/Yuu!Reader

Tw: allusions to crowley being an ass and cutting the food funds, also lots of food talk

“I need to get more tuna from the school store, do you guys need something?”

Deuce shakes his head, “No thanks, Yuu. I need to get back to the dorm before Housewarden Rosehearts has my head for not tending to the hedgehogs.”

Ace grins widely, “Well, if you’re offering to pay-“

Deuce elbows him, “Dude, you just went there like, three hours ago. What could you possibly need?”

He shrugs, “I don’t need anything, but free food is free food.”

Spade sighs, “You know damn well that Crowley doesn’t pay them that kind of money.”

A green eye cracks open from where it’s beholder lays under the shade of a birch tree. Leona yawns, stretches out, then coughs to get the groups attention.

“Since you three babbling woke me up, would you mind grabbing me something from the store, Prefect?” His sharp eyes betray his semi-sleepy grin.

A genuine, although sheepish, smile forms on the prefect’s face, “Oh! Sorry about that, but yeah, I’d be glad to do that. What did you want?”

Leona hummed and reached for his pocket, pulling out his wallet, “I’m a bit hungry. Would you grab me somethin’ good to eat? I don’t care what it is, so long as you don’t bring me a can of tuna or somethin’.”

Yuu nodded and made their way toward him, “Sweet, Salty, or Spicy?”

He hummed in response, holding out 200 marks lazily to them, “Not a fan of sweet stuff, usually. Anything else goes.”

The ramshackle prefect looked at his hand surprised, “I think that’s a lot more than a snack costs, Leona.”

“Whatever doesn’t get spent, keep it. I can pay for your favor.”

The human looks clearly astonished by it and nods, “I- uh, I’ll be right back.” They exchange a glance with Ace and Deuce, then wave their goodbyes and walk away with Grim.

Leona’s eyes follow them as they walk away, then easily slip back shut with a little hum.

It’s twenty minutes later when he’s woken up again by a soft touch to his hand.

He refrains from instinctually grabbing the person’s wrist, blinking up at none other than the very prefect he sent away a not long ago.

They smile and say, “Sorry to wake you again, but I was sure that if I hadn’t, Ruggie might have come up to snag your food.”

Leona gave a smile that was almost soft and took the bag, fishing out its contents. He looked a little surprised to find himself holding jerky, barbecue chips, and a fancy soda.

The prefect smiled, “You prefer meat, don’t you? I hope this is alright.”

‘How thoughtful’ he mused to himself, ripping open the bag of jerky. “You know me well. Maybe I should start asking you to get me snacks instead of Ruggie from now on.”

The prefect just laughed a little, smiled, and shrugged, “If you like, I guess. Do you want your change?”

He raised an eyebrow at the humans outstretched hand, then shook his head, “Keep it. You earned it.”

From then on, true to his joke, he would come and request snack runs of Yuu, always giving them too much to spend and never taking the change in return. He was happy to see them in the cafeteria more often, and the way they seemed to get a little more meat on their bones. They seemed more lively, too, more energetic and more focused in classes.

It became a routine with them. He’d find them when they were done with classes for the day, around 4 pm, and would walk up from behind to drape himself over them, dangling money like a cat toy in front of them.

They would laugh and turn around and take the money, smiling before asking, “the usual?” And then they would leave to get snacks while he waited for them in the botanical gardens.

They’d come back and they’d have a snack together. Once in a while, Leona would end up taking a catnap on their shoulder while the Prefect did their homework.

It seemed they spent more time together, nowadays, with their snack breaks and study dates and the occasional sleepover at each others dorms. It seemed comfortable. Leona put in more effort to his classes, because trying to rest while waiting for snack time was making him restless and he needed to do something to take his mind off it.

He invited the prefect to spelldrive games, behind the scenes even. They wouldn’t always come, but when they did, his heart would beat a little faster. They’d wait for him afterwards with a cold bottle of water and smile and they’d congratulate him on the game, even when they lost.

“Tsk, we did absolute shit. The other team is full of powerhouses, I swear.”

“It doesn’t matter whether you won or you lost to me,” they would smile, “I’m just proud you did it. And I think you did a great job. That last shot you made was so cool! And besides,” their eyes would crinkle at the creases as they looked to the beastman with unrestrained fondness, “you’re my champion, aren’t you?”

Leona nearly choked on the water he was drinking, and his face flushed a pretty rose gold color. His eyes stung a little, and he brushed it off as a reaction from the aforementioned choking, but he knew it was deeper than that.

He gave them a smile and excused himself to mull over their words for way, way too long.

He gave every game his all after that.

So the routine went on and they spent more and more time together. Leona got more cuddly and touchy with time, resting his head on top of the prefects or rubbing it against theirs, napping while they studied, showing up randomly to ramshackle, walking them to classes.

Eventually the game of cat and mouse began to grow boring.

“Leona, do you like me?”

The question caught him off guard, and he stared.

“I, uh. I have…feelings for you. I like your company. Wanna go on a date with me? We can watch a movie or something…”

Leona beamed, “You like me? You got all soft on me herbivore…” he gave a teasing grin.

The prefect flushed and mumbled out a “if you don’t like me just say so.”

“I’d love to go on a date with you. I heard there’s this new action movie out, s’posed to be good. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

#twisted wonderland #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #twst yuu #twst oneshot #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons

[ramspatula]

Zinnias | Lloyd Garmadon x reader | Part 3

Lloyd stopped being a child long before he had his body ripped away from its childhood state.

I smiled at the shop owner as he went on and on about this new drink that he thought I’d ’love’ and should try! I laughed at his nervousness as I finally succeeded in nudging the discarded pack of noodles off the counter and into my bag with a silent thud that couldn’t be heard over his own rambling. Just as I thought he’d stop and let me pay for my singular pack of gum and water, he began talking about a new magazine. I don’t know what made this man think I was interested in a antinques magazine but at least he was trying to sell something. As I asked about a different magazine, he turned to try and find it I grabbed a handful of breakfast bars that were on display underneath the counter and silently dropped them into my bag and cringed when one hit the pack of noodles.

“I think I’m ready to pay now, I really shouldn’t be spending anymore.” I said and he gave me a polite smile.

“1.65” he told me and I smiled and I reached into my pocket to grab some cash and ‘accidentally’ dropped it. I gasped and knelt down to grab my scattered cash. As he scrambled to come help me, I shoved a chocolate bar into my bag and proceeded to pick up the cash. When he got close and I smiled and gave him the cash.

“Don’t worry! Got it all!” I said and quickly grabbed the water and gum and raced out.

“Miss-! Miss-! I’m missing some- Miss! Miss! I- where- she’s stealing! She’s stole from me!”

I started sprinting with my hood up down an alley and had laughed to myself in glee when I turned back and saw no one had ran to his aid. I continued running until I turned and almost crashed into someone.

“Excuse me-“ I went to move around them but they grabbed my wrist.

“Not that quick, Peaches.” I froze. I looked up to see Lloyd. LLOYD. “What is this? You’re a thief?” We’d messaged a few times between now and then but actually seeing him reminded me of how built and stupidly charming he was.

“Not a thief, just may have underpaid him.” I said and looked over my shoulder. He hold became looser and I gave him a sheepish smile to which he raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

“You do know if you can’t afford it, it usually means that you can’t just have it.” He commented and I rolled my eyes.

“What you gonna make me do? Return it? Hand me into the police for some noodles, breakfast bars and chocolate?” I said and there was a glint in his eyes as he looked into mine.

“You’re not doing this for fun, are you?” Lloyd asked and I deadpanned.

“If I was doing this for fun, I would’ve stole 2 vapes and a bottle of Vodka. That way I could sell it to some 14 year old at my school for their dorm party and maybe replace my dying perfume I got for Christmas 5 years ago.” I said and he just stared. “I really love that perfume.” I added and he just laughed and shook his head.

“This goes against all my morals but next time you need food, maybe just ask me for some instead of stealing?” He said and I faltered.

“It’s against your morals to help starving people?” I asked and he immediately cut me off.

“No- that’s not what I meant-“

“Lloyd Garmadon!” I said in accusatory tone.

“-All I meant was-“

“You hate the poor?!” I carried on and he wrapped one arm around my waist to pull me close and used his other hand to cover my mouth. I went silent, letting out a few giggles behind his hand before I looked into his eyes that bored into mine. His eyes were so obviously green.

“Are you done?” He asked and I made a so-so gesture with my head, he let out a breathless laugh before somehow bringing me closer, pushing go me slightly against him. “I meant that it’s against my morals to let people get away with stealing and all this kind of stuff but I want to make sure you’re all good so if you can’t afford food- let me know.” He said and I nodded behind his hand before licking it. He deadpanned. My eyes lit up in amusement but he didn’t remove bis hand so I kept pushing my tongue against his palm but it didn’t faze him. “I have 4 brothers, Peach. None of your moves faze me.” He told me and I looked at him dead in the eyes before licking his palm again and he sighed before taking his palm and rubbing it against my cheek to which I gasped and tried to squirm away.

“No-!” I said and he shook his head.

“It’s your germs, Peach!” He argued and I shook my head before his palm was placed on my cheek again and rubbed down.

“Ew!” I said and moved forward, almost head butting him but luckily didn’t until I looked up to be eye to eye and much closer than anyone could consider friendly. His eyes shared the same glint as mine and I noticed the way my hand had made its way to his neck and the other was still placed on his arm, bicep. Firm bicep.

I gasped when the air was taken out of my lungs and I had to cling to Lloyd to make sure I didn’t go flying. He knelt down and covered my body with his. He looked over his shoulder and I held onto him tighter.

“Don’t make a sound.” He told me and I didn’t as we moved to hide behind a building.

“I swear she ran down here! It’s not my fault Father! She didn’t look like she was stealing!” I looked worriedly at Lloyd who eyes had hardened. He took my hand and guided me, expertly, through the allies before we ended up at a cross road near my dorms.

“Go right here! My dorms are up there!” I said and he did. I held onto him for support and tried not to focus on how he always made sure I was keeping up with him and checking to see if we were being followed. When we stopped, I hugged him immediately.

“You okay?” He asked but I ignored the question.

“Thank you for abandoning your morals for me.” I said and his face softened.

“It’s scares me how disarming you can be, Y/n.” He said and my eyes widened. I forgot he knew that. Lloyd took one look around before dipping down and placing a quick peck on my lips and before he could fully straighten up again, I grabbed hold of his neck and pressed our lips together for longer.

“If you’re going to distract me from the fact I’m being hunted, you could at least put some effort into it.” I told him and he took it as his sign to hold me as close as possible.

“You better keep out of trouble, Peach.” He told me and I smiled at him.

“No promises.” I said and he shook his head, amused. A college bus went past us and I sighed. “I better get going.” I told him and he nodded.

“Me too.” Lloyd said and quickly checked his phone.

“Same time next week?” I asked and he let out a breathless laugh.

“Peach…” He said warningly and I looked if the road was safe to cross.

“See you later, Lloyd.” I told him and he dipped down again to give me another kiss. “I could get used to this.” I told him and he shook his head.

“See you later, Y/n.” A person walked past us and I saw a tree behind him glitch and stay normal. The person freaked out before they kept walking, assuming it was all in their mind. I smiled, nervously before crossing the road.

“Fuck.” Lloyd murmured to himself before his phone buzzed again, aggressively, Nya wouldn’t excuse his lateness for much longer.

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“Pearl!” I yelled as I walked in the dorm and she whipped around immediately, box in hands. I dumped my bag and all the stuff I had stole plus a blanket had fell out. I put the blanket at the bottom of the bag to muffle the sounds of anything dropping in the bag. “I couldn’t get too much before the guy realised what I was doing.” I said and she sighed before pouring out this box.

“This was all the stuff my manager was going to throw away. All because it’s been on the shelf for more than three days. What a waste.” She huffed and I smiled.

“Not for us.” I said and started putting the food in different cupboards. I picked up the bottle of shampoo and cheered to myself.

“Thank god. I’m fed up of that off brand shit. It’s been making my scalp dry as fuck.” I said and she nodded.

“Don’t even want to talk about mine.” She said before a mischievous glint took over her eyes. “But I do want to talk about tall blondie who you seem to get along with very well.” Pearl said and I slammed the noodles down.

“Are you kidding me? You can see there from here?!” I said and charged over to the window to look at the spot. I had to awkwardly bend my neck to do so. Almost pressing my face against the glass. “Seriously? What did you? Break your neck to watch us?” I asked and she shrugged.

“Actually I was just heading into the dorm.” She said and I rolled my eyes, continuing to put food away. Many people may ask why at 16 we do our own food shop. The answer is that the original tuition for the school doesn’t include meals and provided dorm food anymore. Not that our very attentive parents would know that. How long has it been since I heard from my mother? 3-? 4 months? Last I heard they were celebrating my sister’s graduation and she was still bumming off them as much as she could. Waiting for the “perfect job” whilst keeping my mother from retiring. But she promises she’ll pay rent so I guess that’s fine!

“What did he do? Walk you home?” Pearl continued and I tilted my head.

“Not exactly… I got caught stealing and we practically got chased. He offered to pay for my food next time… he’s a sweet guy I like him.” I said and Pearl scoffed.

“Clearly.” She put some chocolate in her bedside draw.

“Okay I really like him.” I said and she shook her head.

“I thought you guys only met once.” She said and I shrugged.

“We talk a lot, messages of course, few calls, he works. Something to do with security.” I said and she nodded.

“That explains why he’s built like that.” She said, exaggerating the ‘that’.

“Like what?” I questioned, offended for him.

“Like a fucking bouncer! He looks like the guy who throws you out the bar when you’ve had one too many.” Pearl said and I turned around and put my hands on my hip.

“You’ve seen him one.” I said and she shrugged.

“And you’ve seen him twice!” She argued back.

“Yeah! But up close! And I’ve actually had conversations with him.” And a lot more according to what Pearl was making it sound like.

“And a lot more, considering your little show outside.” She said and I closed my eyes, trying to keep my composure.

“Don’t be jealous, you’re still my girl.” I told her and she huffed.

“Better be.” She said and we laughed. Get a best friend like mine.

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“There he is!” An annoyed voice rung out. “What? Didn’t feel like helping your team?” The same voice continued and Lloyd sighed.

“I was helping out someone being chased… they stole a pack of noodles.” Lloyd added and the red ninja shook his head.

“Whatever, next time your dad tries to demand his son back, I’m giving him you.” Kai warned and Lloyd rolled his eyes. “No-no-no! Don’t you dare roll your eyes at me, kid!” Kai went on but Cole stopped him.

“He’s not a kid anymore, we can’t treat him like one.” Cole reminded and the others backed up a little. “That being said… what the hell is wrong with you?!” He said and slapped the back of Lloyd’s head.

“What happened to not being treated like a kid?” Lloyd asked and Cole smacked him again.

“You’re 18 now, not 13. Act like it.” Cole said.

“14 but I’ll let it slide.” Lloyd commented and Jay shook his head.

“The supposed green ninja.” He said and they all turned from him to continue their mission.

“Who knew turning 20 would make Cole such a grinch.” Lloyd said to himself before jumping off the building too.

“So what happened?” Nya asked as they ran side by side.

“Exactly what I said, she wasn’t stealing for the hell of it… from what I can tell, she’s not just trying to feed herself.” Lloyd told her and she hummed.

“You know this girl?” She asked and Lloyd hesitated.

“Briefly.” He answered and Nya turned away.

“M’kay.” She said, not really believing him and he knew it.

“I saw her before once. In mystake’s shop, she buying actual tea.” Lloyd told her and she laughed.

“She sells actual tea?!” Nya questioned and Lloyd nodded.

“That or she just sold some heavy stuff to a teenager.” He told her only to receive a glare from those in front.

“Enough gossiping! We’re closing in on your father now!” Kai hissed out and the two stared at him before he harshly whipped around to focus on the target, Lloyd’s father. Lloyd and Nya being the youngest members, tended to get on like a house on fire and Kai who classed himself as not only Nya’s but Lloyd’s older brother always seemed to be scolding the two.

“Who pissed in his-“

“Nya-!”

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I hated this street. The lights were always out. I don’t know why they would leave a path to student dorms unlit? It’s like the perfect place to kidnap a child. I wrapped my coat around me tighter and tried finding my phone for a flashlight. The only light along these streets were the ones coming off of distant billboards and the orange reflections of people’s home lights through gaps in curtains or blinds. I sighed in annoyance at my dead phone. No flashlight. I just better hope that I’m going the right way. The silence of this part of ninjago was nerving. The city was always loud and here was always so quiet, like it wasn’t meant to be.

“Hey!” I jumped out my skin.

“Oh my- what the hell?!” I took a breath before staring at the green figure in shock. “How are you so quiet?!” I asked and he shrugged.

“I’m a ninja, I’m meant to be silent.” I took a moment to process that before I kept walking.

“Whatever, I’m too tired for heart attacks right now.” I said and he t’sked before following me.

“Long day of stealing?” He asked and I laughed.

“Do I have a bag on me?” I asked and Greenie just held his hands up.

“Didn’t say if it was successful or not.” He added and I shook my head.

“No, I haven’t been stealing- how do you even know about that?” I questioned and he kicked himself off the wall he was leaning on.

“I like to check in any damsel in distresses I come across after so I can make sure they’re not targets…”

“Oh, I’m a damsel in distress now-“

“Absolutely, that’s the perfect description of what you were.” He replied and I shook my head.

“The only thing at risk was that cake, because it was about to end up in those serpentines faces-“

“Both?” He asked and I deadpanned to his amusement.

“Back to you stalking me.” I said and he threw his hands up.

“I was not stalking- anyway! Turns out- you’re a prolific thief.” I shook my head.

“Am not.” I crossed my arms and continued my walk home. My hands were freezing.

“Am too.” He argued, following me. My hands too cold to really focus on anything else. I felt him getting closer by the sheer amount of warmth coming off his body, I turned to him when he was now walking next to me. “That all you have to say?” Greenie asked and I shrugged.

“I’ve got no money. No contacts- I’m on my way back from a meeting agreeing to stay on at the shitty school for 2 more years so I still have a home. I’m just trying to live and I have to steal sometimes to do that. My last job let me off with no warning and no one else is getting back to me right now, it’s not ideal.” I told him and he nodded.

“I get it, you’re 16 right?”

“Almost 17.”

“It’s hard to be taken seriously when people still think you’re a kid, huh?” He asked and I nodded.

“Very hard… I know I’m not being hired because of my age and my only chances are usually around holidays which means they’re usually temporary and shit pay… I’ve spent all my savings now. I can’t get a credit card yet. I don’t want to steal. I just-“ I took a moment before not saying anything and he nodded.

“It’s okay, I’m not going to do anything. I’m just making sure you’re okay. Seeing if you need any help and not to sound rude- but it looks like you do.” Greenie told me and I smiled.

“Thank you, that’s kind of you.” I said and I looked in his eyes, I couldn’t sworn I could see a blonde tuff peaking in front of his gre- red-? cool - eyes. “I like your eyes.” I blurted out, unknowingly and that seemed to make him flush.

“You like the colour green?” He asked and I frowned before seeing his eyes were now green again? Could’ve sworn they were red earlier.

“Yeah, one of my favourites.” I followed along and he shook his head in amusement.

“Glad to hear it.” He told me and I smiled as we continued on towards my dorm building.

“You don’t have to walk me home, you know? I’m sure there’s another damsel in distress out there who needs you.” I told him and he looked at me.

“Maybe, but this one might freeze to death if I leave.” Green counter-argued and I laughed.

“Maybe, but seriously, what if one of your other damsels is actually in distress and being targeted?” I asked and he seemed a little flustered.

“You’re my only damsel, Y/n, I don’t- what the-?!” He pushed me behind him and got in a defensive position, ready to draw the katanas from their holsters on his back at the sudden glitching bench beside us. He frantically looked around and I bit my lip in nervousness before grabbing his arm and making him whip around to look at me. “Don’t-“

“It’s me! Thats me!” I practically yelled, stressed and his eyes widened.

“You?!” He questioned and I nodded.

“I don’t know why or how- but ever since I came here when I was 11, I tend to make things glitch whenever I hear or say my name. Actually- I don’t know if it’s me or-“ I was saying but I got cut off.

“No that’s you alright- I need you to think for me, have you ever made this happen when you’ve been really upset or stressed before?” He asked and I took a moment to try and think.

“I-I don’t know- yes! Yes!” He was holding onto my arm as I tried not to panic.

“Okay, describe that situation for me- whenever you remember it happening like that!” He told me and I tried to rack my memory together to tell him.

“My best friend- Pearl- her stepdad arrived randomly one day- he said he was taking her back but everyone who goes from our school has a whole meeting and there’s a fine- which her parents would never pay- so it didn’t make sense. She hadn’t even spoke to them in 3 years-! I was arguing with him by the stairs and he went to grab me so I pushed him and his whole body glitched and he went through the floor and fell down 3 flights of stairs… he broke his legs and had to be rushed to hospital and no one knew- no one knew that I did that! I could’ve killed him!” I cried and he held me before grabbing my face and forcing me to look at him.

“But you didn’t and you wouldn’t because I know that you have a good heart- it’s not unnatural for things like that to happen- these outbursts… everyone who has powers has them. I had one the other week-! Almost burnt off my brother’s hairs!” I laughed breathily and I swore he was smiling. “But what you can’t do, Y/n.” I took a deep breath as nothing happened and he looked around before nodding at me to which I nodded back. “Is imprison it… it’s a part of you. Think of it as an extra limb. If you don’t use your legs, you lose the muscle, when you lose the muscle it’s harder to stand and after a while you forget how to walk. So you have to learn again… you gotta learn how to use these powers and for good, I hope.” Green told me and I smiled before hugging him.

“No one knows about this…” I admitted and he hugged me back.

“Not true, I do. You’re not alone and you’re not weird for it either.” He told me and I buried my face in his neck.

“I don’t know how to control it.” I admitted and I felt his grip tighten.

“Then we’ll find out, I’ll learn first if I have to! Just promise me that you’re not going to go to bed thinking that you’re wrong or weird for this anymore- I’ve been there, Peach.” He told me and I nodded.

“Promise… take me home?” I asked and he nodded.

“Of course.” And he did. If I weren’t so upset and stung from the sheer shock of admitting that the glitching that had haunted me for years was actually real and I wasn’t crazy or cursed- maybe? I probably would’ve noticed that the green ninja knew more about me than I’ve ever told him, including my name. I only told Lloyd my name.

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‘You awake?’ -sent 00:23am

‘Yeah’ -read 00:24am

‘What are you doing tomorrow night?’ -sent 00:24am

‘Stealing’ -read 00:25am

‘Not funny :/‘ -sent 00:25am

‘I’m free ;)’ -read 00:25am

‘Meet me at the abandoned car park round the corner from ur dorms at 7’ -sent 00:26am

‘Near the forest?’ -read 00:26am

‘Yes’ -sent 00:27am

‘Is this a date?’ -read 00:28am

‘Yes’ -sent 00:29am

‘What we doing?” -read 0:29am

‘Movies and hopefully still in date beer’ -sent 00:30am

‘Perfect, see you there’ -read 00:31am

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“Oh my god- my hero!” I called out as I saw a blonde man, clad in a green hoodie, worn shoes and black cargos make his way towards me with a large pizza box in hand. “I thought you just said we were gonna watch movies and drink hopefully not expired beer- why am I seeing take out and actual drinks- did you order food to a car park?!” I questioned and he laughed.

“Do you want me to take it back?” He asked, jesting and I fake laughed before taking the box off him.

“Absolutely not- unless you want me to pay because otherwise I’m gonna have to sell my kidney or something-“ I joked- maybe -and he also fake laughed before grabbing me by the waist with one arm and kissing my neck and I squirmed and laughed, trying to get away from him as he led us to his car. Which was a really cool truck.

“My sister is a bit of a mechanic so she’s been working on this thing and she let me have it for the day since my other brothers are no fun and she wanted an out since she couldn’t think of a birthday present.” He told me and I gasped, pizza in mouth as I tried to swallow quickly. I covered my mouth to avoid him seeing the sight I was.

“It was your birthday?!” I asked and he nodded.

“2 months ago.” He said and I sighed in relief.

“Thought I had missed it! I felt so bad.” I said and Lloyd laughed.

“No. You’re all good.” He told me before two biting the biggest pizza slice I ever had. “Did they forget the dip?!” He questioned in outrage and I laughed before going to turn the radio on and pausing.

“What am I doing here? Am I using my phone speaker or does this thing actually work?” I questioned and he chuckled before pressing a few things and slapping the side.

“Lloyd, master of boogers, welcome.” The ai voice said and I burst out laughing.

“Fuck you, Nya- fuck you!” He dropped his head against the wheel and I tried not to choke on my pizza.

“Master of boogers-?!” I burst out and he shook his head.

“I don’t want to talk about it- god I hate being the youngest- no respect.” He said and turned Spotify?! Built in?! On. His playlist was good.

“Oh- not bad. You’re a man of taste.” I told him and I listened to his music.

“Thanks- not my playlist.” He admitted and I laughed again.

“Tell whoever it is, that it’s good.” I told him and Lloyd shook his head.

“I will not be telling Cole that, his head is big enough as it is.” He said and I chuckled.

“Okay, how many siblings do you have? There’s a new name every time you talk about them.” I asked and he did a quick head count.

“6, including myself.” He said and my eyes widened.

“I thought you were Garmadon’s only kid?” I said and he raised an eyebrow.

“You been stalking me?” He asked and I nodded.

“Absolutely.” I admitted and he laughed. “I actually already know all their names and which of them follow my mutuals and how we’re all connected but I’d like you to tell me about them.” I said and his face dropped.

“You’re joking, right?” Lloyd asked, hopefully and I nodded.

“Yes! You have no socials! I’m starting to believe you’re not even real!” I said and he laughed.

“So you tried to stalk me?” He asked and I shrugged.

“You haven’t tried stalking me?” He paused and I pointed an accusing finger at him. “You have!”

“Maybe- not the point-!” He tried to carry on but I cut him off with my laughing.

“Oh- what did you find?! My TikTok is very public- what do you think of my reposts?” I asked and he shook his head.

“I don’t have tiktok- no!” He tried to change topics but I gasped.

“Are you a Facebook stalker-? Did you try to stalk my Facebook?!” I asked and he shook his head more violently this time.

“No- okay! I may have tried to search you up- on Google- nothing more.” He said and I rested my head.

“Google-?! You are so perfect- never change- never update.” I started laughing and he swatted my hand away.

“Whatever- eat your pizza.” He told me and I smiled, talking another bite.

“Yes sir.” I said before Lana Del Ray started playing. “Lana Del Rey-?! This Cole has taste!” I added and he smiled.

“Cole’s the oldest.” He finally started telling me about them and I smiled.

“Yeah?” I encouraged and he went on.

“Then Zane, Kai, Jay, Nya and me. Me and Nya are like 2 years younger than them so we get on like a house on fire and no- we’re not all related! However we all live together and have done for a long time now with my Uncle Wu.” He told me and I nodded.

“He’s like your guys pseudo- dad!” I said and he shook his head immediately.

“No! No! Some of us still have parents-“ he said and I started laughing again.

“Some?!” I questioned and that caused him to laugh.

“Yeah- I mean I haven’t seen my mum since she dropped me off at boarding school for bad boys when I was 3! And my Dad is a raging super-villain who wants to destroy the whole of ninjago but they’re both still alive to my knowledge and Cole doesn’t talk to his dad that much, Zane’s dad is dead and he never had a mother apparently, Kai and Nya’s parents went missing when they were children- Jay has both his parents! They have healthy frequent communication! Just last week-! Mr Walker had me rummaging through his junk pile to find some thing I can’t even remember the name of- or what he called it-!” I couldn’t stop laughing and I started hitting his arm to get him to stop.

“Okay-! Okay!” I tried to catch my breath. “I get it, you’re not all orphans taken in by your Uncle.” I said and Lloyd nodded.

“How’s the accountant?” Lloyd asked and I snorted.

“I wouldn’t know… I have parents to. I just don’t talk to them-“ I said and Lloyd laughed.

“You don’t talk to them?!”

“No! Fuck them!” I bursted out and he laughed.

“What?!”

“When your 11 year old comes to you and says ‘hey! Im being bullied by my useless sister in her mid-20s!’ What’s your solution?! Send her away to a boarding school for 5 years or more and let the bully stay even though she just harasses everyone!” I told him and he shook his head.

“For real?” He asked and I nodded. “Parents and their boarding schools…” he sighed and shook his head in disapproval and I laughed.

“I know right.” I said before leaning my head on his shoulder. He turned his head to look at me before wrapping and arm around me. “Thank you for telling me.” I said and he kissed my head.

“I don’t know why, Peaches, but you’re the first person I’ve ever felt like this about. It feels like I need you, actually need you.” Lloyd admitted and I smiled.

“I know what feeling you’re talking about.” I said and he felt him rest his head atop of mine. I could make out the way he smelled my hair from the cool air that grazed my scalp. I closed my eyes and just rested on him as his hand began to play with my hair.

“I don’t want to ever leave.” He breathed out and held the hand on my head. He instantly intertwined our fingers.

“Then don’t.” I told him.

“Is that the perfume?” He asked and I couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped me.

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[greenishghostey]

Oh, cute idea! Reader and eddie... getting married. But reader hates the feeling of jewelry, super uncomfortable with even tiny pieces. So they get matching tattoos instead.

This idea is SO SO SWEET!!! Personally, I don't really like having jewellery on my hands, so yeah love love this idea 😊

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“You’re 1000% sure about this?” Eddie stressed, his nose almost pressed to yours. “There’s no backsies with ink. Can’t throw the ring at me if I piss you off later.”

You bumped your nose against his and stared back at him, hard and with comically wide eyes. “This was my idea, of course I’m sure.” You smiled. “Besides, wouldn’t throw anything at you, I’d tackle you. Big difference.”

“Brave words for someone I’m about to stick with a needle.” Eddie smirked, cleaning a small section of your bicep with an alcohol wipe.

You weren’t a fan of rings - on your own hands anyway. Eddie’s eclectic jewellery was totally fine. The weight and pressure of the metal around your fingers felt restrictive and a little bit gross. You had really sweaty hands and your sense of touch was sensitive at the best of times.

When Eddie proposed to you, he didn’t get you a ring because he knew you wouldn’t like it. Instead, the two of brainstormed ideas to replace the symbol of a ring.

He suggested getting a pet, a cat to roam around the apartment. You weren’t opposed to having a pet, but both of you worked so long that the little feline would be lonely most days.

Another option was necklaces. Both of you would have a small ring on a chain around your necks. This was the idea you were going to go with until Eddie misplaced his guitar pick necklace. He started ranting and raving that he’d end up losing the ring necklace too - the very thought of it stressed him out beyond belief. The guitar pick one had been through the laundry one Sunday in a pair of his jeans. The crisis was averted thanks to you.

So, it needed to be something on your person at all times and permanent. It was you who suggested tattoos at home. Eddie had done a few stick and pokes on himself and others over the years and he had gotten pretty good. You only had crescent moon you got tattooed on your ass cheek as a dumb act of rebellion. Another, more meaningful, addition would be more than welcome.

Eddie held his most simple silver ring against the cleaned area of skin, trying to decide where would look best and be the least painful. You and Eddie had gone back and forth about matching designs. Simple line circles is what you agreed on. It’s basically the same as having a ring - but it’s permanent and needs to be cling wrapped after you get it.

“Babe, this is gonna sting. You sure sure?” Eddie asked, furrowing his brows.

“It’s only a little circle. Plus, it’s you doing it, so I’m in the best hands I can be.” You reassured him. It was the truth. When it came to tattoo care, Eddie was so on the ball it was impressive. He said it was because he got a rash on his demon head tattoo and “felt like nearly rip a tit off from itching.”

“Been told I’m good with my hands, you know. Never had any complaints.”

“I’m the only person who you’ve had your hands on. Like, ever, dude.”

“And you’ve never complained, point proven.” Eddie stated, tilting his head at you to further his point. “Get my greasy mitts on ya and it’s all “uh huh, god yeah - fuck fuck yeah.”” As much as you hated to admit it, Eddie’s impression of your sex noises was actually pretty good. All the years of doing voices for D&D had done wonders.

You swatted at his thigh that was pressed to yours and chuckled with him. The cosy lamp light of your living room was the perfect atmosphere for the evening. It was just… everything. Eddie was always a bit of everything, and you savoured every second with him.

“Okay, back to the undying devotion ink.” Eddie smiled, pressing the ring firmly into your bicep so it would work as a circle guide. He really wasn’t confident enough to do a non-shitty circle free hand. You wouldn’t have minded either way. He could draw a square for all you cared and you’d still love it.

“I promise I’ll be fine, I’ll say if it hurts too bad.” You said, nudging his leg with your foot lightly and giving him a soft smile. “Gremlins is on at 8 and we’re not missing the start again.”

Eddie just looked you over fondly. It was a quick sweep of his gaze, but it was thorough. You had been worried about not wanting a ring - everyone wanted a ring when they got engaged, it was normal.

However, you and Eddie had never really done “normal”, you guys worked so well because you both went with the flow of each other and no one else. Matching energy beat for beat. Melting into each other’s existences and moulding something entirely new. Eddie liked to think that’s what love really was. None of that fake mushy stuff that came from guys who didn’t even really like their wives.

“Remember you’ve gotta do mine after this. Then you can sit and tell me about how they made gizmo move in the movie.” Eddie quipped. Whenever he watched a movie with extensive effects in it, you would always talk his ear off about the ins and outs of how they worked. He called them your fun facts - because they were fun, to him.

“You like my commentary, hush.” You grumbled. The technology and skill behind the gremlin puppets was super cool, anyone would be lucky to hear all about it. “You’re mighty brave wanting me to stick you.”

“I’ll use the safe word if it hurts too much, promise.” Your soon to be husband was one weird guy, but he was your favourite brand of weird.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #my writing #fic #fluff #eddie

[ack4rwoman]

𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐒

: ̗̀➛ word count: 12.5k

: ̗̀➛ pairing: levi ackerman x reader

: ̗̀➛ notes: yep, i’ve decided that i’m gonna turn this in to a series. again, this is all satire, so no cringey bits will be written bc i can’t with the second hand embarrassment, lol

: ̗̀➛ summary: you gather your two best friends' opinions about your new crush, and while commandant shadis has a few things to say, too, you find yourself introduced in a sticky predicament.

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“you could have had a crush on anyone. anyone, y/n, and you chose captain levi?”

the much taller boy with ash brown hair did not look impressed. in fact, the more he frowned, the more he looked like a horse that had been foolishly lead to a suicide charge by commander erwin himself. it was funny, amusing, and satisfying to see, but it wasn’t doing you any favours in terms of support.

jean kirstein was a hater anyway. your best friend, yes, but also your number one hater. you could always count on him to point out your flaws in almost everything; that didn’t mean that you didn’t do the same to him. you gave just as good as you got, it was a mutual thing and although it could get annoying, it was fun. he understood your humour, he just didn’t encourage it, choosing to watch from the side-lines as you embarrass yourself time and time again (‘the one form of entertainment we can get here during training’, he would always say).

“i’m gonna pursue him,” you declared, overwhelmed with pride at your marvellous decision.

jean’s eyes widened significantly. he had been previously practicing the way he would throw more effective punches, but had come to a halt when you had said exactly that, nearly tripping over his own feet. what a dramatic bitch.

“of all the stupid things you’ve done and plan on doing,” began jean, pupils dilating, “this has got to take the cake. what the fuck?”

“wanna know my plan?” you asked, ignoring the way his eye twitched in irritation.

“no.”

“silly jean,” you chortled, “thinking i’d stop just because you said so.”

“you asked if i wanted to know!”

“and i’m telling you anyway.”

jean looked over your shoulder, forming the most expressionless look you had ever seen in your life. he was almost as monotoned as the captain you had grown to be fond of, but not really there yet.

and just who was he making that face at?

it was because of you, yes, but it was like he was silently communicating with the third party of your little group: marco bott.

marco bott, the most purest being inside the walls, would agree with you. you know he would, because even if there were a chance that he wouldn’t, he’d never actually voice that. he wasn’t jean, and he would never try to upset you. he was way too caring of other people’s feelings so you had tried to corrupt him many times, but 1. jean was always there to stop you, and 2. marco bott was literally an angel in disguise. there was no corrupting him when he was so innocent and righteous. eventually, you gave up: one can only be persistent for so long.

“eff you, jean,” you cursed, turning around to face marco instead, watching as he pulled a fallen leaf out of his dark hair. “marco, what do you think? i can pull him, right?”

marco smiled sheepishly. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think that marco disagreed with you... but that simply could not be it. marco would never, unless —

you swivelled on the spot, only just about catching jean moving from some action he seemed to have been making when your back was turned, his gaze now stupidly set directly at the sun hovering above you all, and fingers stroking his long chin.

“why are you corrupting him?” you demanded angrily. “that’s my thing!”

“i wasn’t corrupting him, you psycho,” argued jean, now blinking rapidly after ripping his gaze away from the blinding light. “and even if i was, you’re such a hypocrite.”

“jean —”

“he wasn’t corrupting me,” marco interrupted gently. when you looked at him over your shoulder, you could see that his ears had turned pink. the mother fucker was lying.

“marco butt,” you stated, silently fuming.

“it’s — it’s bott —”

“well maybe you should change it to b-u-t-t.”

“no.”

“yes.”

“no.”

“please?”

“no.”

“see, now you’re just playing favourites,” you said, rolling your eyes as you gestured to Jean, who was still frowning. “if jean had suggested it —”

“yeah but i would never,” the horse interrupted, pacing, “i’ve got double the brains you have.”

“yet you still can’t figure out a way to get mikasa to even look at you.”

jean looked visibly taken aback by your response, standing up straighter and scowling.

“why would i want her to look at me?” he demanded, continuing to pace. only, the speed at which he walked and turned had increased notably. both you and marco had noticed, glancing at one another for just a split second before hiding your grins.

you also noticed the way his strides had lengthened: jean had never told you or marco about his small crush on mikasa ackerman (the girl who was at the top of the class for eveything) but the two of you already knew — the poor guy would blush over the smallest of interactions with her every once in a while. too bad mikasa wouldn't even spare him a single glance.

you chose to put the teasing to a pause for now (making a mental note in your head to bring it up later) because you still needed to tell your two best friends about your master plan.

“whatever,” you hastily said, looking at marco once more. the boy was trying to actively avoid your gaze; what an idiot, thinking he could scramble away from your clutch. “captain levi’s in the scout regiment.”

at that, both of your friends stopped dead in their tracks. usually, marco would remind you and jean to keep moving (nobody wanted to go deaf in the ears when commandant shadis would scream about how you maggots were slouching off) but this time, he had stopped moving altogether, not even scolding jean for doing the same.

you wondered if you had said something wrong.

well, arguably, everything that came out of your mouth was something the two constantly opposed, but this seemed different.

maybe it was the way marco’s eyes were wide open in a silent whisper of ‘you shouldn’t’, maybe it was the way jean’s feet were practically planted into the ground with shock, or maybe it was the way the two were unwilling to even look at you that made you slowly begin to understand what that traumatised look on their faces were because of.

you had almost completely forgotten that both marco and jean were competing with everybody else to be part of the military police brigade: marco ranking seventh and jean ranking sixth. when the faction selection part would come soon, they would be joining the mps whereas you would be joining the scouts. they seemed to have figured it out all on their own.

“you’re joining the scouts?” jean had asked after the awkward silence had passed. you didn’t even get a chance to answer before he continued. “what, are you telling me that your master plan is to turn in to that suicidal blockhead? you've got a death wish!”

you knew who he meant. close friend of mikasa's, eren jaeger had been hellbent on joining the scouts since day one of the training corps. jean and eren had quite the tendency of butting heads every once in a while. where it had once been amusing to watch, the consistency of the arguments over basically nothing had become tiring.

as much as you wanted to joke around with jean about this, you could easily tell from the way his brows were creasing that he was dead serious.

“no,” you told him, “how will i ever get to be with the captain if i die?”

“you’re signing yourself up for death with the thought of joining the scouts,” replied jean bitterly.

“oh?” you questioned, eyes narrowing dangerously. “and you’ll spend your life living instead by signing yourself up for the mps, abusing your power, living in the interior with a lavish life while the scouts and the garrisons actually get something done.”

“that won’t be me,” stated jean, voice becoming more stern as he stared at you. “when i join the mps, i’ll actually use my power for good.”

“yeah, you tell me how many mps have said that before actually joining. name one.”

“guys,” started marco, voice shaky as he stepped between you two; you had not realised how close you had gotten to jean in the heat of the moment, "i think we should continue training before —"

“i’ve never met them or spoken to them,” said jean, cutting through marco as if he had not heard the dark-haired boy speak. as a result, marco looked disappointed. "but you have. you could name —"

“nile dok. that’s gonna be your future commander, right?”

“what’s wrong with that?”

“you can’t argue that the mps are working for good if you have him you’re working under.”

“you’re just salty that commander erwin smith lost his girl to him —”

“that has got nothing to do with this!” you snapped, wanting to wipe the stupid twitch in jean’s lip. he found your anger amusing. “don’t you dare talk about poor commander erwin like that when you lost mikasa to eren —”

“what has any of this got to do with that?” roared jean, exhaling deeply through his nose. his pale cheeks had warmed. “and i don’t even like her!”

“jean...” began marco nervously.

“and that means nothing because you lost captain levi to nobody!”

you gasped, scandalised as marco muttered your name. how dare you? you thought in your head, opening your mouth to clap something witty back, only to be interrupted by the bellowing in your left ear.

“CADET L/N!”

you turned your head, ear ringing at the loud voice, and lo and behold, commandant shadis looking as angry as ever, the wrinkles pulling on each side of his eyes with the furrowing of his dark brows. commandant shadis and you had never gotten along. when you had first joined the training corps, it seemed that the commandant had it out for you because from that day onwards, he had made you a target, one to shout at and reprimand every second of the day.

of course, you were not completely innocent yourself. sometimes you would get a rise out of him intentionally.

“is there a reason as to why you maggots are slouching?” you didn’t even get an answer out before he hurried on to say, “do something!”

you did not need to be told twice. what jean had said previously about you and captain levi stung, so without a second thought, your right arm swung up and clashed against his cheek, leaving a red hand print on the side of his face. his head snapped back in place in fury.

“what the fuck?”

“you deserved it!”

“you —”

“c’mon then mp, what’re you gonna do, huh? arrest me?”

“what?”

“or are you gonna steal captain levi from me like nile dok stole marie from erwin smith?” you questioned sharply. jean looked bewildered beyond any confusion you had ever seen on him before, but you did not care. “repeating history, right? well i know better than erwin, and i’m gonna pursue —”

“l/n,” said a low voice from your right.

if you hadn’t turned your head to see who had interrupted your very important speech, you would not have believed anybody if they had told you that the person who had uttered your name so quietly and calmly was commandant shadis. that man was anything but calm, and never once had you ever gotten such a nice word from him, even if it was just your name that hadn’t been screamed at you. commandant shadis seemed surprised with himself too, but sighed tiredly instead of correcting himself.

“my office,” he said, now growling. your brows were knitting together, bemused. “i’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

and then he turned on the spot, giving you a clear view of the lines at the back of his head. now that you could see it up close, you realised how it looked very much like a face. is that how he always knows when one of us aren’t training? he’s got eyes at the back of his head...

you hadn’t realised how long you had been staring for, and it wasn’t even a pleasant sight to be daydreaming over. only when he stopped walking, turned around, and sent you a vicious glare did you straighten up, palms becoming sweaty.

oh fudge, i’m caught.

“l/n,” he began (again, oddly tranquil). you held your breath. “MOVE!”

“yes sir,” you said obediently, not even waiting a single second before jumping on the spot and hurrying to catch up with him, ignoring the laughter rising from around you.

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fucking eyebrows smith.

the walk to commandant shadis’s office was awkward and incredibly uneasy. you took your time walking a good distance away from him so to onlookers, it didn’t look like you were in trouble (again). although you should have known that you were walking with a man who screams for a living, so being sneaky like this would only result in him bellowing at you again (‘WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, SCUM?’), ruining your entire plan as you kept your head hung with annoyance (‘okay, i am right here, you do not need to yell’), which earned another load of spit flying over to you when he began screaming again.

so now you were sitting in his office, seething silently about not him, keith shadis, but the devil in disguise, the blonde brainiac, the mind flayer, the blonde brute, the leader of the scouts, commander erwin smith. the mother fucker betrayed you.

well, not like he had not said that he would be informing shadis about you, but still. partners in crime wouldn’t do that to each other, but arguably, it looked more like a one-sided partner in crime type of relationship. erwin smith just seemed exhausted with the way you listened to nobody but yourself and somehow managed to put up with you for as long as he did - which isn’t too long, in your defence.

commandant shadis’s office was much smaller than the one you had been in previously (the traitor’s office). with a desk at the very centre of the room rather than the back, with floors made of wood rather than the easy tiles, with a bookshelf that had gathered an eye catching amount of dust, shadis’s office looked as though it were made for him, with nothing out of the ordinary. the guy even had a mega phone standing at the top of his drawer in the left corner (whatever for? he shouts just fine without it).

“you know why we’re here,” shadis began, clearing his throat and staring at you. the way his face looked, you knew that if you were seeing him in a dark alleyway, you would run the other way immediately. he had a natural scary look that many of the other higher ups did not possess.

you did not respond. what was there to say, after all? ‘yes, i’ve had this chat with the traito- erwin smith already’ and then risk getting shouted at, or ‘yes, i know’ and risk getting shouted at again? erwin’s backed you in to a corner with this, the backstabber.

“how many times have i told you to mind your own. damn. business?”

he’s not screaming?

well it looked odd. the many times you had been called out of training to get lectured by him, none of them ever had an occasion where he never raised his voice. this was extremely peculiar.

“twenty seven times, sir,” you answered honestly, because you had been counting since last month. when shadis raised a brow at you, looking almost speechless, you corrected yourself. “oh, you’re right. it was twenty eight, sorry.”

his confused look turned in to a sneer.

“that’s not why i was —” he started, growing aggravated. he closed his eyes and shook his head. “never mind. why did you do it?”

“do what?”

“you know what.”

“i don’t really —”

“i’m losing my patience, cadet.”

you sighed, feeling something hot by your abdomen.

“yeah, and i’m losing my patience. oh.. i also really need to do something you won’t be happy about.”

shadis looked as though he wanted to grab the megaphone and scream in to it. you frowned as you awaited his long overdue response.

“i am assigning you to stable duty,” he informed you, rolling his eyes when he saw the enraged look that had called itself home on your face. you bit back a witty response, your sharp tongue beginning to hurt at the repression. “and you’re doing laps till the sun sets, no pause.”

the way in which he said this made your stomach churn even further, the unsettling feeling in your abdomen remained.. and perhaps increased at his statement. you exhaled heavily, leaning back in the uncomfortable chair you were sitting in (the corps really need to use some of that money they get on comfortable seats for fuck’s sake) and clasped your hands together, both elbows resting on the arms on your seat.

oh no, i don’t feel too good..

“well you leave me no choice,” you told him, standing up and walking towards the door a large distance behind you.

“what?“ you heard him mutter, but you really did not want to suffer the experience of getting yelled at for what you were about to do, so leaving without a single glance over your shoulder would be the best option, you had decided. “cadet l/n, sit back down.”

you turned to face him, monotoned and straight faced.

“sir, i really need to step outside for this —”

“cadet l/n!” shadis started, standing up from his seat as you turned away, reaching for the door knob. he wasn’t exactly screaming, but it was closer to it than ever. “are you — get back in here right now!”

you stared at him through half lidded eyes. why would this man just refuse to listen to you? you were doing this for his benefit.

“please sir, i have to leave —”

“what is the meaning of this?” he asked seriously. “you think you’re so special you need to take a step outside and come in when you’re ready? with that attitude, you’ll be titan meal before anyone else in the corps!”

“no, please, sir —”

“you are not leaving!”

“fine, don’t say i didn’t warn you.”

your stomach churned once more, a final time, the last time before you felt the gas travel down and.. poof..

the silence was deafening, almost too loud for you to bare. it wasn’t uncomfortable, and you carefully watched shadis as the irate look on his face remained, teeth gritted and jaw clenched. your eyes travelled up to his nose when you saw it twitch, and then his nostrils flared: once.. twice.. a third time, before..

“CADET — L/N!” he all but roared, stretching out the last couple of letters of your name as the sound of his palm slapping against his nose and mouth came, louder than any silence you had the unfortunate luck of baring.

“that’s gonna leave a mark tomorrow,” you mumbled, leaning back in disgust.

if he heard you, he didn’t give any indication that he cared, for he pointed at the door, fingers shaky, a silent order for you to leave.

the smell couldn’t have been that bad. god, men are so dramatic, you concluded in your head. well, the smell wasn’t as bad to you anyway.

it smelt like raw meat that had been freshly cut and butchered, a hint of bad eggs and offed milk was evident; it seemed to have reached every single inch of the room, including all the corners. the plant that sat on his window sill, you could have sworn you saw one of its leaves droop slightly lower. the plant was probably a male too, dramatic-ass bitch.

it was a fart, it really wasn’t that bad. and that was what you smelled, so perhaps it was worse for the victims of it rather than the owner?

you scrunched your nose up at the thought as you rubbed your stomach.

“i probably shouldn’t have had the eggs for breakfast..”

“LEAVE!” shadis ordered, waving frantically at the door.

his tanned skin had turned a nasty shade of crimson, darker than when eren would pick a fight with jean and steam would flow out of his ears with every punch he sent.

“i told you but you chose not to listen to me,” you informed him, actually stepping further in to the room.

shadis took note of this and began yelling at the top of his lungs, a new form of colourful vocabulary even nile dok hadn’t showed you. interesting.

commandant shadis ran to the window, shaky hands trying to pry it open. you watched him, shaking your head at his obvious stupidity. before you could get a single word in, however, he was ordering you to leave again.

“GET — OUT!”

“no,” you answered back, defiant. “you’re really confusing me you know. when i say i want to leave, you tell me to stay. when i say i don’t want to leave, you tell me to leave. everyone says it’s women that are confusing but oh my gosh, men are just something else!”

as your speech continued (and turned in to a rant) shadis was trying to punch open his window - a stupid move, again, men - as well as try to intervene.

“i will stay in this room and i am not leaving because i know that when i leave — no, don’t interrupt me, i’m speaking — when i leave, you’ll tell me to come back in!”

“WHY WON’T THIS —” he gags “— WINDOW — OPEN?”

commandant shadis begins to wrap a veiny hand around his throat, bent over and breathing out heavily, exhaling as much as he could, but it looked as though it was only worsening things, because he had no choice but to inhale the air right back in again.

he looks up, eyes bloodshot, and you felt like a prey staring at the predator who was about to devour you whole.

“THE DOOR!” he shouted, pointing again.

you turned around, agonisingly slow. what a predicament to be in. he wanted you to open it? or keep it closed? you think you know the answer deep down, but then again, you did warn him, and he willingly chose not to heed it.

“oh don’t worry, sir,” you said, walking over to the door and holding the lock. his eyes widen in.. fear?.. when you switch it. “it’s already locked now. you were saying?”

you seemed to have pissed shadis off to the point where he was now stomping towards you, and each clash of his boot against the wooden floor was only a count down to the distance being closed between you two.

he’s going to ki-

ah fuck!

shadis, now positively fuming, did not hesitate to grab at your hair, pulling hard as he dragged you over to the door which he unlocked with his free hand, striding out and walking down the dimly lit corridors, seething.

“ow — okay, wow — ow!”

“quiet, scum!”

“okay, i would like this hair pulling thing in other circumstances, but you’re being really aggressive right now — ouch!”

in response, shadis simply pulled on your hair harder, and you could have sworn you felt him rip a few strands out. you sigh angrily as the two of you take an abrupt turn to the right, closing in on the mess hall.

“ow!” you hissed, holding onto the wrist that was attached to the hand gripping on to your hair for dear life. “ugh, i brushed through my hair this morning too! you’re gonna get it tangled, you know?”

shadis merely grunted. you were beginning to get irritated.

“never mind, you don’t know. you literally have no hair on your head,” you snapped, trying to free your poor hair from the older man’s clutches. “are you trying to rip it off and glue it on your scalp or something? it’s too — ow — tight! if you wanted me to donate hair to you, you should have just asked!”

and before you knew it, you found yourself being pushed on to the ground, knees scraping hard against the floor. you felt the fabric of your pants tear, and you winced as your hands took a nasty slap to the ground too. you exhaled heavily, looking over your shoulder to see where the bald bastard that did this to you was.

he was exactly where you expected him to be, but in a position you had not expected him to be in: doubled over with his hands gripping on to his kneecaps, sweat beading at his lined forehead, exhaling and coughing uncontrollably. damn, did your fart stink that badly?

why was he being so dramatic? it was literally a bit of bad gas, did he expect you to hold it in? there was absolutely no way you were going to do that, especially not when your mother had warned you about how unhealthy that was. you would be extremely foolish to just ignore her advice; knowing this, you did not regret how all this played out.

a faint cough was heard from beside you, and as you turned so you were sitting on your bottom, held up by your elbows, you looked up to see your fellow comrades, all watching you with wide eyes, some snickering and some looking confused, others looking as though this was long time coming.

you weren’t given the chance to wave or say hi to them, because shadis had cruelly snatched that opportunity away from you, exploding at you in a way that everyone (as well as you) were not used to. if you had him pissed before, he was indignant now, eyes white with rage. shadis looked as though he had aged a hundred times faster, glaring daggers at you. now if looks could kill..

“NEVER, IN MY —”

you shut your eyes, blocking out the cursing because you were still a child.

“— YEARS OF BEING IN THIS —”

you censored it again.

“— PLACE, HAVE I EVER MET SUCH A —”

you opened your eyes, but shut them immediately when you took sight of his face.

“— GIRL, WHO HAS BOTHERED ME TO THE POINT WHERE I’VE HAD TO ENDURE SUCH A —”

well now that was just rude.

“— STENCH LEAVE YOUR USELESS, DIRTY ASS —”

and then you found yourself smiling. why? you didn’t know either, but the way he was yelling at you was rather amusing, with his face twisting in ways you never thought could be even possible..

oh shit.

he caught on.

his eyelids were now completely out of sight, a small twitch in his left eye could be seen from where you were laying. your amazing art of rendering people speechless once more had begun again; a sense of pride swelled inside your chest like fairy dust in an old wives’ tale.

“why,” he began lowly, dangerously, calmly, “are you smiling?”

well you were honest all the way up until this point. what was the use in lying? you know you’ll end up in the stables either way. might as well own it.

“why aren’t you shouting?” you replied innocently. and it wasn’t an act, you did sound innocent the way you posed the question, and you weren’t guilty at all.

commandant shadis inhaled through his nose as if testing to see whether the air was fresh enough for him to breathe in - you didn’t blame him, because your previous gas releasing act must have traumatised him.

a vein was now protruding at his forehead, begging to burst through. he opened his mouth once more but you hurriedly raised a finger at him to halt.

“careful, i like it when people shout at me.”

it wasn’t silent anymore. you could hear gasps, whispers and murmurs surround you. you even heard a faint ‘oh god’ and a grumble of ‘are we really that surprised?’ from somebody too.

the air was thick, now. you felt hot. you had never had the unfortunate event of ever feeling embarrassed but you just revealed a very bad kink to everyone, the people you will be training with for another couple of weeks before you part.

technically, you had previously blindly told people about your weird desires, but in front of every single person in the 104th? in front of your commandant? to your commandant? that was new.. and you knew you had taken it too far..

.. for the man was now struggling to take deep breaths, and wow, you know this will never die down. the eye twitch of his had increased significantly, his fists were clenched at his side, as was his jaw, and the lines on his forehead only became more and more prominent as his brows knitted together to move further down his face. the glare his dark eyes had on you did not force you to waver, but the small smile your own face had claimed had dropped ever so slightly. you wondered whether the face at the back of his head was angry, too.

now a string of curses were leaving his mouth, threats of laps until your heart stops beating were given, and the strides to grip you by your arm had begun. at least he’s not after my hair this time, you thought, sighing as he pulled you up, his blunt nails digging in to the fabric of your jacket and no doubt leaving half moon crescents in to your smooth skin.

you remained stubborn, trying to keep your body as heavy as stone to stall for time, your eyes scanning each face frantically to look for the two people you needed most. at last, after passing over many, many people (including connie, who was struggling to breathe with laughter, sasha, who had taken this as a disturbance and used it as a master plan to steal food off of her friend’s plate, reiner, who was now sweating due to god-knows-what, conflicted again, probably) you found them: jean and marco, both sitting together at your usual table.

you noticed how there was an extra plate across from them, filled with food and by your usual seat. the sweethearts had loyally saved your place.

when jean caught your eye, his face remained expressionless and bored, giving you a ‘seriously?’ kind of look. marco was watching carefully, and every time you made eye contact, he looked away, bashful.

“jean!” you called out over shadis’s loud cursing. all eyes turned to him, but jean did not change his expression in the slightest. “help me — ow!”

your friend watched as you struggled.

“i’m not getting you out of this one,” he told you, your heart dropping at the betrayal.

you thought you had heard him wrong, perhaps it was the fact that shadis was quite literally screaming in your ear that you missed what jean had actually said, so you repeated yourself desperately.

“jean — come on — ouch, can you stop pinching me!”

this time, jean did not respond.

your worries were put to a momentary end when jean stood up. key word: momentary.

he stood up, to help you.. you felt elated, making a mental note to drop the teasing about his small crush on mikasa, only to find yourself confused.. and disappointed at last. he wasn’t going near you at all. he had walked around the table, took what was meant to be your plate, and passed it to sasha, who hungrily took it with no hesitation.

“she won’t be coming back anyway.”

your gaze hardened, face becoming stony as you glared at your friend. when i’m out of this man’s grip, you threatened in your head, just you wait.

so fine, if he wouldn’t help you, then your more loyal friend would. you averted your gaze to marco, who was shaking his head slowly at that human horse’s actions. trust marco to lecture him about this, thank the walls.

“marco!” you called out as a final resort.

what happened next must have been a dream, for marco acted as though he had not heard you. fair enough, perhaps shadis’s voice was ringing in not only your ears, but everyone’s. you’ll call him again.

“marco!” you repeated.

he looked up. finally.

but the kind features on his face, that welcoming look he usually always had diminished instantly, as if it was never his to begin with. he looked down at his half empty plate, poking at his potato.

“yeah.. erm.. i don’t know who she is,” he said, and connie’s laughter only increased at that.

wow.

marco was pretending that you guys weren’t friends, acting as though you didn’t train together nearly every day, faking the fact that you would spend nights picking on jean together (well, that was mostly you, but he was a witness). marco was betraying you too.

you take every word you thought about marco back. he wasn’t an angel, he was a manipulative bitch.

helpless, you felt yourself finally fall limp in shadis’s grip, being dragged away to your doom (which, you notice, is the pathway to the stables).

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

“okay you don’t need to hold me, i can walk!” you protested sharply, shaking your arm firmly out of commandant shadis’s iron grip.

he was not impressed, and said absolutely nothing as he dug his nails in to your arm to drag you across the training field.

the heat of the sun was only just beating down on you, covering your once-cool-neck in droplets of sweat. your head felt hot and you knew that if you laid a hand on it, you’d just fry your palm; it did not feel pleasant at all. your feet were only dragging along the grass, you were trying to plant them in to the floor in (what you thought was) a sly attempt to lengthen the journey to the stables where you knew you’d be spending all day in, cleaning horse shit.

“move,” grunted shadis under his breath.

“would it kill you to ask nicely?” you grumbled back, quickly growing irritated with the situation.

“i’m not asking,” responded shadis, teeth gritted, “and the last time i tried being nice, i ended up inhaling a form of gas i shouldn’t have.”

“but —”

“god, have some self control,” sighed shadis exasperatedly, pushing you along.

“hey, now that i think about it,” you began, ignoring the way the man so rudely sighed (and he was exaggerating too), “you didn’t react nearly as badly as you did with sasha when she farted —”

“because i didn’t fall victim to it,” he answered, as the stables where the horses were kept grew closer and closer with each step. “it was probably you anyway.”

should i be offended or proud? you thought to yourself idly, as the sun smiled down maliciously at you.

small beads of sweat were now making themselves comfy on your soft skin; it did not help that the man’s grip on you never faltered once, and this act alone caused your attempt at breaking free to flee. he was breathing down your neck, harsh breaths through his nose that only added to the ridiculous heat of today. you looked around, eyeing the colossal trees as the wind playfully ruffled their leaves, the sound of nature blissfully meeting your ears in a bird song.

the area around you was growing darker as you were forced to march upon the grass, protected by the shadow of the same trees you were gazing at only moments ago. the coolness of the shade as the sunlight fell away was refreshing, like a bottle of ice cold water after training till your legs cramped up and your knees gave in. but something was off, you realised, as you stared up at the sky (a ridiculous decision seeing as the sun was not playing hide and seek with the clouds as it used to do). you were blinded momentarily, spots of green, blue and yellow clouding your vision wherever you looked.

despite this, however, your ears took charge, just as sharp when a twig snapped by the woods. you looked over your shoulder - ignoring the commandant’s grumbling - and foolishly looked around as if the spots weren’t preventing you from seeing much. there was something by the trees, you concluded wisely, brain working like commander erwin’s (well you assumed it did, because that man always looked like he was plotting some complicated shit).

it couldn’t be the cadets because they were all either in the mess hall, or their rooms. some were walking around the training field you had only just been dragged across, and the woods were out of bounds unless it was odm training season.

and then you saw it.

‘it’, because you didn’t know what it was.

a swift movement, so fast, you knew your eyes with normal vision wouldn’t have been able to comprehend it. a movement so agile, even mikasa on full speed gas wouldn’t have been able to compete with it (maybe a close call, but definitely not close enough to beat it). a movement so rapid, you might have even imagined it. a movement that was.. green?

and then there was nothing.

you shrugged it off for more than one reason: as the wooden, dented doors to the stables approached closer than ever, you didn’t hear a thing again. your normal vision was back again, so if must have been the colours that messed with your head. besides, it wasn’t unusual to hear things by the woods, like a twig snapping or the casual crunching of leaves that had fallen from the end of a tree trunk.

you swallowed down the dreadful feeling you were beginning to get - not because of the sight you thought you’d seen earlier, but because you were now forced to clean up horse poo because of the simple fact that you had passed gas.

it didn’t even bother you that the entirety of the 104th know this absurd fact. what bothered you was that you were now at the punishment everyone strived to avoid. even laps till sundown felt more appealing to do than this.

so as you (at last) finally reached the doors of the stables, pushed forward by your shoulders as you scrambled to regain your balance, you turned around to foolishly make a compromise.

“c’mon, commandant, you know i don’t have to do this,” you tried, wincing at the glare he was now sending you.

“my decision is final,” he grunted harshly, “never been more sure in my life.”

he made a small movement to turn.

“wait, wait!” you tried again loudly, swallowing a load of nothing as he side eyed you menacingly. perhaps now wasn’t the best time to piss him off even more.. so, sighing, you shake your head, a frown appearing on your face. “nothing.”

“thought so,” grunted shadis, turning his head the other way in a matter-of-fact type of manner. “up to it, cadet.”

unintentionally, you mimicked him silently, scrunching your face up and shaking your head in an exaggerative manner, mouthing the last four words he had just uttered to you. unfortunately, this did not bring you as much amusement as you wished it had, because he wasn’t even looking in your direction: he was walking away, or.. stomping away, rather. men are such drama queens, aren’t they?

you sighed, reluctantly turning on the spot and gazing up at your new home. it was very unlikely you’d spend any time training seeing as shadis seemed to have been final with his decision. usually, when he was really pissed off, you’d miss an hour of training to clean the mess hall, so it was only safe to assume that you would spend all your time with horse shit from now on. how.. eventful.

sourly, you began unlocking the wooden doors to your doom, pulling at the old-fashioned lock as you accepted your fate, frowning all the while. what had shocked you, however, was your name being called by the very man who had banished you to this very spot you wanted so desperately to leave. eager for anything to increase more time between you and the cleaning of horse poop, you swivelled on the spot, hissing inwardly as your exposed knee (curtesy of the commandant himself) scratched against the tree directly beside you. perhaps your excitement was a little too much, and could render you benched even after your punishment if you continued like this.

“yes sir?” you answered back, unsure of whether you should salute or not. perhaps not, just out of spite.

“you don’t have watchful eyes or ears, but unfortunately for me, you’re the only one i can ask as of now,” began commandant shadis, looking straight through you (quite literally, because his glare was that piercing and fierce).

you lifted your chin in questioning. curiosity engulfed your body whole, and the stinging sensation in your knee was only worsening, but you waited silently, patiently as the commandant continued.

“did you spot any movement in the woods, west side?”

you could practically fly with glee, no gear needed for the impossible. ‘yes, yes, yes i did,’ you were almost quick to answer, but then that would shorten the conversation and you’d be back to completing your very unhygienic task.

“when we were walking over here,” you confirmed honestly, trying your hardest to prevent your voice from cracking from the exhilaration you were currently feeling. “i saw movement.”

“i am going crazy then,” sighed shadis, shaking his head.

“why would you say that?” you asked, with genuine curiosity.

“because you said it.”

you frowned at him, realising what he had just said.

“bold of you to assume only this makes you crazy,” you accidentally spilled out. the realisation of what you had said caused your eyes to widen and your interest in the bland trees beside you to increase, so you turned on the spot, eyeing them in order to avoid eye contact with the commandant. even doing so, you could feel his glare burning holes in to the side of your cheek, so reluctantly, you looked back.

shit, he’s still staring.

look away..

okay look back now, should be done.

never mind, he’s persistent as fuck.

you mentally groaned before shakily pointing to the home of the horses behind you.

“i’ll just — er — yeah,” you stammered out, hastily turning away before he could say anything more.

this was going to be a long day.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

“stop it!” you sobbed, slamming your hands down on the hay as the midnight coloured horse in front of you looked down at you and snorted.

it had only been five minutes and you were a weeping wreck. now you understood why people avoided pissing shadis off, but in your defence, the last five minutes felt like five long and dawdling centuries doing the repetitive action of cleaning, only to then find that these beautiful (but stupid) horses have smeared their faeces over the wooden walls for you to clean again. sue me for crying, you thought frustratedly, using your sleeve to wipe away the fat tears gliding down your cheek in such an elegant manner.

really and truly, this was all erwin’s fault. you were going to lecture him when you find him, although you wouldn’t be too surprised if he attempted to avoid you from now on (that’s a lie, you’d be offended and shocked that your partner-in-crime decided to even think of such a thing).

you could hear faint voices outside - curtesy of the door being left slightly ajar to allow sunlight inside, lord knows what could pop out in the dark thanks to jean’s spooky story-telling that you stubbornly said were, indeed, not frightening at all - and it seemed to be the only thing that could pique your interest in this very moment. the horses were beginning to get on your nerves anyway, especially the one with the darkest fur, that one looked as though it were mocking your crisis. you threw the wet rag on to the floor and slowly rose from your kneeling position, grimacing after surpassing the most recent poo smeared over the walls; you listened intently.

the first voice you recognised almost immediately was shadis’s, gruff and deep, and with a slight hint of amusement? now that definitely hooked you in like a kid to sugar. who in wall rose was chatting up the untouchable commandant of the training corps? that man was picky, you could tell, and he was definitely not the easiest to please.

a tingling sensation ran up your spine, one so intriguing, you hand immediately flew to your face, rubbing away the excess salty water from mere seconds ago. what if it was a woman?

being part of the training corps was fun, sure, but it had been a long while since there was some juicy gossip around here. the only thing you had been latching on to was the love triangle that was jean, eren, and mikasa, and even that was bland, seeing as jean was clearly the third-wheeler. you found yourself beginning to carefully walk over, making sure the hay beneath you made as little noise as ever. this was news, just imagine the look on marco’s face when you tell hi—

marco.

marco that butt.

it hurts to think of him after that brutal betrayal.

it’s okay, because jean would most definitely find interest in —

jean.

jean that horse.

it hurts much worse to think of him after he monotonously handed your plate of bland food over to someone else directly in front of you.

their loss, you had concluded, as you grew nearer and nearer to the gap between the door. you still wanted to know who commandant shadis was so smitten by, regardless of whether you had marco and jean to tell or not. maybe this would be the information that could cover up your little.. incident.. that everyone was now aware of. you could practically hear their laughter ringing in your ears even now.

your plan was almost completely put to ruins when the other horses began neighing. you whipped your head back in obvious annoyance, surprised your neck hadn’t snapped right there and then.

“shush!” you hushed them, brows knitting together in contained fury. “go smear your shit somewhere.”

oh, well that was hypocritical.

you were now abruptly reminded of how shadis always wanted the opposite action from you, and when you did it, he would backtrack and say he wanted the first one. the same case has been used here with these horses, and you could even swear that the midnight one was sending you a look that said ‘look at this hypocrisy’.

before you could even begin to apologise to the poor horses you had scolded prior to this, you caught on to the second voice, presumably the one that you had supposed was shadis’s secret lover. but.. this voice was deep - muffled, yes - but deep. or maybe you were hearing it wrong, perhaps there was a much larger distance between you and them, perhaps the voices were more muffled than you thought, perhaps that was why this supposed ‘woman’ sounded more like a man. however, it’s true that many women could have deep voices too, so maybe that was it. maybe he was with a woman with a deep voice. or maybe he was with a man instead? who’s to say that the commandant wasn’t attracted to men?

you waved your hand frantically at the horses on the right that were making way too much noise, noise that was blocking out what you could hear of the conversation between shadis and his lover.

your pushed your head ever so slightly between the door and its frame, in to the gap and exposed to the sunlight. your eyes burned and watered, for you had been sheltered in the dark for more than five minutes, your eyes needed to adjust. blinking rapidly, as the pair’s conversation continued, your turned your head in the direction of their voices. the problem was, however, that you couldn’t see them anywhere. all around you was grass, trees, and the building further down where the rest of your fellow cadets were inside, no doubt eating the leftovers that were meant for you.

exhaling frustratedly to relieve yourself of the thought of the traitors, you squinted your eyes to get a better view ahead. they were still talking, and this time (now that you were fully concentrated) you could make out almost every single word..

as well as who the voices belonged to.

and that was including the second, manly voice.

one that you had presumed you would have had to wait to hear for at least a couple of weeks, after the faction selection part had occurred, so why were you hearing it now?

gripping on to the door frame so tight your knuckles turned pale, you leaned forward, one leg out in the open, half your head in view. eyes darting left and right, the minute the next sentence was uttered, you found them. they were standing near a tree farther to the left of the stables, conversing with each other about the 104th, and your suspicions were proven to be correct.

his stature could be recognised from miles away, different from any other male here in the training corps (along with the fact that he was wearing a cape with the wings of freedom etched beautifully on his back). your breath hitched in your throat, and abruptly, your back slammed against the wooden walls, knees buckling as he spoke once more. it was really him. captain levi was here, within a few metre range from you. but then that struck up the question. what the hell was captain levi doing here? it’s only weeks before the faction selection part would happen, why was he here so early?

as nosy as you were, you concluded that perhaps you would find out why he was here if you eavesdropped. you could almost sing, this was far better than sitting in the mess hall and eating. jean could give away anything of yours at this point, and you wouldn’t even bat an eye.

“many of the squirms are under the stupid impression that being part of the scout regiment is lightweight,” you heard the commandant’s gruff voice say. well, he wasn’t wrong.

“you mean to tell me that this years’ cadets have no backbone?” the captain responded, sounding as though he had almost expected this to happen.

your heart began hammering against your chest with such ferocity, you could swear it to be possible if it jumped out of your chest right there and then. you were going absolutely feral at the sound of his dulcet tones, and because of this, you were now promptly reminded of how this had never happened to you because of anyone else. how had a man you had only known for less than a week danced his way in to your heart?

you peaked your head out again. no, you concluded, he didn’t look much like a dancer to be fair.

suddenly, shadis’ head turned. your eyes widened.

you disappeared out of sight almost instantly. shit, shit, shit, you had thought all the while.

had he seen you? was he now under the impression that you were, in fact, not cleaning like you were ordered to? was he now walking over this way? what now?

your panic was put to rest the second you heard the conversation continue. perhaps he was just looking around, like any normal person would.

well that didn’t sound right. because you knew him very well, and you knew that shadis was anything but normal. at the same time, however, neither were you.

“no,” grunted shadis, and despite not being able to get a view of him, you could practically see the deep frown painted over his face, “there are a few that have potential. fat egos, but a lot of potential..”

there was a short pause before the conversation continued. even from this distance, you could hear the exasperated sigh he let out.

“why do you look like that?”

“like what?”

“like you’re constipated.”

you almost laughed, slapping a hand over your mouth to prevent anything from slipping past your smooth lips. the thing is, if you began laughing, there was no stopping. not only that, but it was loud too, and that would expose your undercover mission of eavesdropping on your two superiors, something you could not afford if you ever stood a chance with captain levi.

however, as soon as the amusement came, it went. your mouth, turned up with contained laughter, flipped itself upside down with a frown. you could feel the crease between your eyebrows beginning to form as the realisation began setting in: commandant shadis was having a conversation with his lover, right? and this conversation - which just so happened to be with captain levi - was almost flirtatious. the blood beneath your skin began to simmer on low heat, but all you could see was red. teeth gritted, it took all your sane thoughts to keep you rooted to the spot, to prevent revealing yourself and the state you were in, but that did not stop the murderous thoughts plaguing your mind like a disease deadlier than anything the people in the wall encountered.

commandant shadis was conversing in a flirtatious conversation with your beloved. he was shamelessly talking with someone who just so happened to be your husband. you felt like jean, who lost his crush to his competition, and yours just so happened to be with the very man who had ordered you to clean until your hands became calloused.

and suddenly it all clicked.

he had done this to prevent you from intervening with the captain, because he knew that once your appeared back in to the picture, the captain would wriggle his way out of the commandant’s iron grip to fall straight in to yours.. yours which were much, much gentler and lovelier.

teeth gritted, with your tongue glued to the roof of your mouth, you fumed silently, listening in. if it’s a competition commandant shadis wants, it’s a competition that he’ll get, you maliciously thought to yourself.

“there’s a cadet here who’s intent on joining the scouts. lots of potential, but will give you a headache with whatever she does - that sharp tongue of hers.”

“that drive will get her nowhere but dead on an expedition.”

“i’d be surprised if she willingly went to an expedition,” snorted commandant shadis, and despite being unable to see him, you could practically see the glare he was sending to whomever he had the chance to.

who was this cadet that the superiors were talking about? one thing for sure was that it was a girl with extreme potential: annie leonhart? you shook your head dismissively; she was joining the military police brigade, and this was a well known fact since the day her and eren were sparring. perhaps you could send a message to nile dok through her, seeing as you were banned from giving it to him yourself (which is extremely unfair, you have to add).

no, it was most definitely not annie. however, there seemed to be a choice much better than annie, and that was the 104th’s current number one: mikasa ackerman.

mikasa was a girl, and very rarely had a tongue sharper than the very blades she uses to slice open those cardboard titan’s during odm training. when she did show us some of her wit, it was the type that was harsher than anything anyone has ever heard of (which made it all the more amusing to watch). eren had decided that he wanted to be part of the scouts, and you knew that wherever eren went, his friends would follow (that was including mikasa). not only that, but she’s stronger than everyone in the 104th, so if it’s potential shadis was commenting on, potential is exactly what mikasa has. still, the word ‘potential’ gives off the idea that she could do better, which contradicts mikasa greatly due to the fact that she could get no better than she already is: she’s number one for fucks sake. and you couldn’t ignore the fact that mikasa could never give any of the superiors headaches, not when she did everything perfectly first try without even intentionally showing off. the girl was brave as fuck, too, why would she surprise shadis if she willingly went to an expedition? she’d go to one without question.

so no, not mikasa.

but then that only makes room for one other person you could think of.. and you knew her very well, to be fair.

it was..

most definitely..

sasha braus!

she’d given the commandant a headache on the very first day, when everyone first enlisted in to the training corps. she’s a girl, she ranks number nine, which means that there is room for improvement as well as the fact that she’s headstrong too (showing definite potential). the only thing stopping you from considering the fact that she might be the right candidate for this topic is the idea that sasha was undecided, she had told you a mere week ago about how she wasn’t too sure what military branch she would go for and that she’d have to hurry up and make her mind. that did still show that there’s a possibility she might choose the scout regiment, you thought wisely, and if she did, there’s a chance that she might back out of an expedition..

yep, she was the best candidate, you decided, growing more intrigued as the conversation continued.

“the expeditions are a requirement. if she doesn’t go to them, what’s the damn point?”

“trust me when i say this, captain, she will find a way to escape ‘em if she has to.”

there was a silence that engulfed them completely, where all that could be heard were the chirping of the birds, the rustle of the tree leaves, and the faint sound of laughter from somewhere down the fields of grass. you didn’t even feel isolated from it anymore, you felt you would much rather be eavesdropping than joining in on whatever was happening in the mess hall (you’d be damned if it was about you, too).

“at least she’ll be out of my hands. good luck.”

“good luck?” repeated captain levi, as if the words were like poison to the mouth. and even then, with him sounding as though he’d rather be titan food than meet this cadet, his voice still remained as majestic as ever.

“three years,” you heard the commandant sigh, “three years of the same bullshit she spews up. this might be the first time you send someone back.”

“i’ll leave that to erwin,” captain levi responded. “it’s likely i’ll never meet whoever you’re talking about. not when we all have separate squads to lead.”

“oh you will hear about her,” riposted shadis swiftly. “whether you’re all the way in mitras and she’s all the way residing in wall rose. if she’s part of your regiment, you will most definitely hear about her. word of advice: assign her to stable duty, it’s the most peace and quiet you’ll ever get. i learned the hard way.”

your stomach flipped over itself. stable duty? but sasha has never been sent to clean the stables. nobody has. the only person who has, however, is..

“and this is supposed to be recent?”

“it’s right now, captain.”

you.

they were talking about you.

this entire time you had been under the impression that sasha was the person they were having a conversation about, but it was you the entire fucking time. it was you when shadis mentioned how intent you were on joining the scouts, it was you when he said that there was potential in this case, it was you when he exasperatedly told captain levi about the headaches you give him, it was you all along.

now you were completely blind with rage. everything around you was the shade of what you imagined commandant shadis’s blood to be: crimson and runny, because it was the topic of you that he was using to shamelessly flirt with captain levi.

flattered as you were about how only the topic of you was able to bring out a conversation between them, you were irked with the idea that he was trying to win the captain over by slandering your name without actually saying your name.

to make matters worse, that midnight dark horse was now breathing down your neck. you shivered under the hot wind from its nostrils as you took several steps back. expecting to collide with the wall you had previously leaned against, you lost your balance.

your stomach was now in your throat, eyes widening with the sudden realisation that there was nothing to grab on to, arms still searching despite being well aware of that fact. your legs tripped back over one another as you flew down, accepting your fate with a cold heart, eyes closing as you took the scores in your head, back callously meeting the hard concrete below you.

shadis - 1 : me - 0.

pain shot up your spine, your head pounding and a harsh breath leaving your mouth. you had been caught, you knew it, because over the chirps of the birds and the rustling of the leaves hanging on the tree branches, your brilliant ears caught on to the vague sound of a grunt, whether it be from the captain or the commandant, you had no clue.

but that didn’t matter to you, not nearly as much as the anger you felt towards that damned horse that blew you cover (excusing the fact that you would have stormed up to the flirty pair yourself anyway, but at least that entrance would have been way cooler than this harsh reveal). your head was pounding, you could feel the warm sun over your face, laughing at your foolishness; even in the darkness you had shut yourself up in (eyes being shut tight and all) bright spots of colours clouded your vision, pink and blue, green and orange. they began forming weird shapes, very weird, like sludges of mud when falling in to a puddle during training with jean and marc—

“on your feet, cadet!”

for fuck’s sake —

“i couldn’t even if i wanted to,” you responded, and had your eyes been opened, you would have seen the way in which the captain’s eyebrows rose up further in to his forehead at your response (and perhaps, your appearance, too?).

you dared yourself to open your eyes, but thought better of it. instead, you turned and laid on your side, the left side of your cheek resting against the hot grass. that brought you not comfort, you quickly noticed.

when you received no response from commandant shadis, you huffed, astonished with how he cared about formalities in your horrible situation.

“sir,” you uttered through gritted teeth, completing your sentence angrily.

perhaps you’d have been in a much better state if you were aware of the fact that captain levi was standing over you, but you were only aware of shadis, under the impression that the captain had better things to do than seeking out the clumsy cadet that landed right on her ass.

“a horrible impression you’re leaving for the captain of the regiment you’re dying to join, squirm.”

now that opened your eyes.

foolish, again, because the blinding light of the sun cause you to groan and bring your hands up to your face to turn on the spot and shut your eyes once more. hearing the snort from your commandant got your blood boiling under high heat, heat rising to your neck and tips of your ears as you scrambled to get on your feet, stumbling slightly as you saluted. it was important to note just who you were saluting at, because it was certainly not for keith shadis.

you opened your eyes, ignoring the sting of the light, because no sting would ever prevent you from seeing what you were blessed with now: captain levi was definitely sculpted to break the hearts of many, many girls.. with dark hair resembling his grey eyes, resembling a storm on a cold winter’s day. the deep frown that called his face home only complimented his features further, but only caused you to wonder just how stunning he’d look if he smiled.

a lightbulb switched on over your head. new task, you thought excitedly, make the captain smile.

you knew it wouldn’t be an easy task, for the captain must have adopted this lack of emotion for good reason, maybe because of all the things he had seen in his time with the scouts. however, you were determined to bring him some form of happiness, however long it took. besides, it couldn’t be too hard. you had a very good streak with rendering people speechless and causing them to have their bellies aching from loud laughter.

but where you looked at him with eyes sparkling in delight, he looked back at you with half-lidded ones, unamused.

okay, so it was definitely going to be hard to get on his good side. what a brilliant first impression.

“a future scout, huh?” were the first four words that captain levi had ever spoken to you, and god did it have you absolutely spiralling. still, you refused to make it obvious that you were sending heart eyes at him (at least, in front of the commandant. in private it may be a different scenario).

“she wanted to be part of the garrisons first,” your new enemy, keith shadis, intervened. “had a change of heart, it seems.”

“no i never,” you lied, thinking of how captain levi may never want to be with someone who considered a regiment different to his to begin with. keith shadis is playing a good game, you thought, panicked. he was definitely making you get on the captain’s bad side so he could then win him over, but you saw right through him. “i’ve always wanted to be a scout.”

the commandant’s left eye twitched.

that’s right, you thought maliciously, i can play your game too.

he seemed to be taken aback with how you realised what he was doing. a voice at the back of your head was suggesting that maybe the commandant was surprised that you were lying about something you were so proud of, but you brushed it aside dismissively, almost one hundred percent certain it was because of how smart you were at how you easily figured out his feelings for the captain, wasting no time at all at that.

“lying to your superiors is another reason for me to send you back inside. just make sure you don’t fall on your ass again,” said keith shadis, almost as though it were a threat.

“i’m not lying,” you retorted stubbornly.

“would cadets kirstein and bott plead your case?”

now that startled you.

wow, you hadn’t realised how good of a game keith shadis could play. but of course he could, for the few days that you knew the captain for could not possibly compete with the many years he knew the captain for.

it’s okay, you convinced yourself calmly, because captain levi and i have more chemistry than him and captain levi do.

your eyes immediately met the captain’s, aware that if there was any sort of chemistry, you’d be making out in front of your competition right now.

whatever. it’s a couple’s thing, you concluded.

right now you had to deal with the man who was knowingly trying to steal your husband.

“i have no idea who you’re talking about,” your answered wisely. “but you could always ask sasha.”

now there was a very good reason why you suggested her, because in favour of this, you would offer her your dinner without question. there were many times you had sasha backing you for trouble you’ve caused, because food was the only thing you had to offer that she would blindly accept. thank god for sasha braus.

keith shadis clasped his hands behind his back, straightening himself up as he glared at you. good, you were slowly winning.

“indecisive about the regiments,” said keith lowly, “that won’t make a good scout.”

“you’d be surprised,” the captain intervened swiftly, eyes unlacing from your smaller figure, “even the incompetent turn out to survive the longest.”

despite your face proving silent surprise, your insides were celebrating, mind reeling at the thought that captain levi had sided with you. you smugly turned your head just the slightest bit to eye keith shadis, who was still glaring at you.

you retook the points in your head.

keith - 1: me - 1.

“what are you grinning about?” demanded captain levi, who was now staring straight through your soul with a piercing gaze.

you frowned ever so slightly. he really looked as though he were sculpted with such elegance even when he was glaring. the only thing you found slightly wrong was how he was choosing to glare at you rather than the home-wrecker next to him.

“so all it took was the captain of the scout regiment to wipe that smirk off your face, huh?” snorted keith, your arch nemesis. “if i’d known that earlier, i’d have done it three years ago.”

“yeah, well, no one asked.”

silence.

complete and utter silence.

a calm before the storm, really, where shadis and captain levi both watched you: shadis’ breath beginning to be heaved out of his nose and captain levi’s face forming an expression of mild surprise. and you, however, remained rooted to your spot, no regret eating at your insides like they usually would when you would sense an incoming earful from your commandant. perhaps it was because of the fact that you knew keith shadis was after your husband that made you bolder than you’d ever been in your life, but whatever it really was, you thanked it endlessly as without it, you’d have already ran back inside to clean without question.

“i wasn’t aware that i needed permission from a trainee to speak,” keith spat out with venom, callously reminding you that yes, indeed, you were much lower ranking in comparison to him.

you narrowed your eyes at your superior, who clearly knew exactly what he was doing.

“i’m graduating in a matter of a couple of weeks,” you reminded him, and because he knew you so well, he could hear the smugness in your voice that, perhaps, captain levi could not. “and when i’m part of the scouts, you can’t boss me around anymore, keith.”

his eye twitched.

oh fuck.

not a good sign..

but i’m not scared?

why am i not scared?

“what did you just call me?” questioned the commandant, looking just as shocked as he had once been when sasha had offered him half of her potato.

you raised a brow.

“your name?” you answered, allowing it to sound more like a question than it did a statement. “you’re really confusing you know. did you forget your own na—”

“I KNOW MY OWN NAME, CADET, BUT IT SEEMS AS THOUGH YOU’VE FORGOTTEN YOURS!” he bellowed, so unexpectedly, your had to take a step back to allow the ringing in your ears to stop.

as you rubbed your right ear and stared at him through knitted brows, you did not stop to mention how wrong he was.

“what’re you talking about? i know my name. it’s y/n —”

“he meant your position,” interrupted captain levi, as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. he stood there, looking up at shadis with disappointment. “you’ve lost your control, old man. last year’s cadets weren’t nearly as brave as this single one. mind telling me what happened?”

this was your cue, you decided proudly. taking a sheepish step back, you intervened.

“i can.”

both eyes shifted straight back to you. where the commandant was looking thoroughly exasperated, the captain was looking annoyed, with something else hiding behind his cold exterior of blandness.. it looked like he was almost intrigued? or had you read the lines wrong again..?

“but before i begin on that, i want to let you know, kei— i mean, commandant shadis, sir, that jean told me to do it.”

“jean?” repeated commandant shadis, with an air of confusion.

you nodded.

“jean,” you confirmed matter-of-factly. “he told me to call you keith. and as for why keith has been slacking, captain,” you added, turning to captain levi, “he —”

“get back to work, cadet,” sighed captain levi, rolling his eyes before you could even finish your sentence. “inside the stables. now.”

you nodded without hesitation, rushing back inside with butterflies in your stomach. as you slowly closed the wooden door separating yourself and your superiors, the little light left in the stables diminishing the more you pushed the wood, your back immediately met the wall, sliding down in amazement as you drowned yourself in your thoughts.

looking at him up close was a gift sent from god-knows-who, but you thanked them nonetheless. the idea that captain levi sent you back inside because he was siding with you and not keith made your insides dance with joy, the giddy feeling rushing back to you faster than mikasa on odm. you retook the points in your head one last time, before cleaning the poo with a new, positive mindset:

(captain levi’s wife) y/n - 2: (ugly, bald, home-wrecker) keith - 1

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

he felt bad.

he knew he shouldn’t, a new situation with you and the commandant arose nearly every week, he dares say every day, even, and every damn time, you tried to use him or marco as an escape plan.

to be fair, it wasn’t really his fault that he refused again. besides, what could he have done? attack the commandant, grab you, and run? risk his position as the current number six?

you, obviously, would say ‘yes! what’s wrong with that?’ and then give him a good smack round the back of his head as punishment so he knew for next time, but still, jean felt just the tiniest bit bad for refusing you.

even though he shouldn’t. that was very important to note. he should. not. feel. bad.

yet he did.

and then he felt worse when word got around that you were dragged to the stables. nobody ever pissed shadis off that much to end up there. but of course, you did. you just had to.

jean was currently leaving the boys’ barracks, slyly attempting to see if you had made it round to the next set of training exercises. the window just past the door to commandant shadis’ office was large enough to see every bit of grass that people were training on. he grimaced when he caught sight of annie tackling eren with little effort. that girl was dangerous.

“kirstein,” came a gruff voice from just down his neck, where heavy breaths were being laid.

jean froze up, every muscle in his body becoming tense and tight, like a knot difficult to untie. he turned on the spot and knowingly saluted, aware of all the mistakes you usually made in the presence of the commandant so that he (cleverly) never made any.

“sir!” he voiced firmly, heat now flying all around his body, hiding specifically under his pits where sweat was beginning to form. what was he so nervous about? he had done nothing wrong.

the commandant did not fail to notice this.

“you look like you’re causing mischief, maggot,” he stated as though it were a definite fact. “and scared shitless you’ll be caught. perfect for titan meal.”

what?

what the fuck does that even mean?

“i plan on joining the military police.. sir,” jean dared to reply.

commandant shadis snorted.

what do i do? thought jean, panicked. do i laugh? agree? what the fuck is happening right now?

“cadet l/n won’t be impressed.”

“she isn’t,” said jean hastily, guilt circling his stomach. “sir.”

“i was always under the impression that she got herself in to trouble because she didn’t know how to control herself,” began commandant shadis, as if telling a life story. jean listened intently. “part of that is true, do not get that mistaken. i learned today.”

jean held his breath.

“but you know what she did when i spoke to her?”

jean shook his head shakily. “what did she say.. sir?”

the commandant raised his brow. “so you know it’s what she said and not what she did, huh?”

“i —” stammered jean, confused. “i don’t under—”

“she said something, you know. to me. how did you know?”

“i didn’t..” jean answered, shaking with nerves. shit, sound real. “i just know her really well, sir.”

“that well, huh?” marvelled the commandant. “any idea what she said?”

jean laughed dryly. “probably something stupid, right? sir?”

“she called me keith.”

oh fuck.

oh shit.

what the fuck y/n?

jean found himself holding his breath, and something was tickling his nose like a feather, daring him to laugh. he wanted to laugh. he wanted to joke about this all day and night. he wanted to turn around and wallow in laughter. but he couldn’t, not with the commandant watching his every move through narrowed eyes.

he sucked in a load of air and kept them inside his cheeks. perhaps he could play this off as being annoyed at your antics.

“you find this funny, eh?”

“no, sir,” he responded, breathing out a little of the air he had sucked in. “not at all, sir.”

“i would assume that the very person who told her to do it would find it amusing, kirstein.”

now that stopped him from laughing.

he ran the commandant’s words through his head one more time.

i would assume that the very person who told her to do it would find it amusing, kirstein.

hang on a second, jean thought in a panic, but before he could plead his innocence, commandant shadis’ hand flew up, grabbed at his ear, and jean was being dragged across the training field in a hurry.

as all eyes were on him, jean cursed you multiple times in his head. every inch of guilt he once felt now died out as if it was never there to begin with.

-

“fuck you, y/n.”

“you should be grateful!” you snapped, wiping your hands with a wet paper towel as you gestured to the horses surrounding you two. “i brought you home to your family!”

and as jean made eye contact with the horse that had managed to piss him off the most compared to the rest, he made a mental note never to cross you again.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・

geez, 2 months since the first chap 😭 i’m so sorry, i’ve just been really busy with exams and studying like mad bc good grades = good future, but in exchange, i’ve given you a chapter over 10k words, so like y/n said to jean, be grateful :)

anyways enjoy this while i take another month juggling writing + studies 😭 i wanna kms omds

all characters belong to hajime isayama, apart from y/n, who i've inserted in to the story myself.

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[all-risejd]

Room 674

DomXRhea smut.

This is a teaser from a larger slow-burn fic, After Shine, pinned to the top of my blog. 

“Do you think…” He kissed her cheek, “We can…” He kissed her jaw, moving toward her neck, “Go back…” He nipped at her neck, smiling when she shivered, “To the…” He licked a bold stripe along her neck, back up to her jaw, “Hotel?” She didn’t answer, instead she turned in his arms and pressed him firmly against the wall he’d been leaning against, to bite his bottom lip, not a kiss, a pure bite, it made him groan.

“I want another drink first.” With that she pulled away, and headed for the bar leaving him cold, he wrinkled his nose, if Rhea wanted to be difficult there was nothing he could do about it, other than accept it. He was, after all, hers to do with what she wanted. It turned into three drinks, and some dancing, but he noticed after her second drink she wasn’t going for alcohol, so he shifted to water himself. When the bar closed they headed out into the Philadelphia night, and hailed a cab back to the hotel. 

He’s not sure why it always feels like a rush to get to the room, because once inside it’s like time slows down. It’s insane to watch the woman he’s more than half in love with change from Rhea Ripley to Demi Bennett, he’s not sure if there is much of a change between Dominik Mysterio and Dominik Gutiérrez. Maybe it’s because she’s more of a character - Rhea - than a real human - Demi. But there is some crossover between the two, both of them for example like to see him in some level of pain. Tonight, it’s no different. They strip slowly, while kissing - it’s gentle until it’s not, then it’s brutal enough Dominik thinks she might break him open and scoop his soul out. Clothes become an afterthought - he’d bet most of his nice shirts are ripped, and his undershirts? A lost cause - Danika only complained twice about having to replace his expensive wardrobe. He has more respect for Rhea’s clothes, more respect for her in general, but he’s not bothered by the amount of taking she does from him - if anything it’s intoxicating.

Their relationship thus far has been a lot of getting each other off - he’s still mulling over the main thing she wants from him, and she doesn’t want to give him the thing he wants most until he agrees. It’s a terms and conditions sort of thing. He was done waiting, done wanting, more accurately, so as they fell into the mattress a mess of arms and legs, “Hey, Demi?” She pulled back to study him carefully, critically, “I’m ok with us trying.” She looked confused, “I’m ok with you fucking me.” Is what came out next, because he was trying his damndest not to back out now that he was being courageous. Her eyes lit up with absolute delight, a smile pulled at her lips, and she ducked down to kiss him again, a bit more demanding.

“How about we save that.” She hummed, “Because there's some prep work and we are running out of time…” She flicked her gaze to the clock on the hotel bedside table. “I’d like to feel you, tonight.” She licked his cheek, which made him shiver, “Is that ok?” He nodded his head, he was her’s after all, he’d do whatever she wanted in the long run anyways. His back arched up involuntarily when she raked her sharp nails down his chest, catching his nipples, and making him cry out in near pain, always desperation. Dominik felt his body go hot, like a live wire had been lit and was racing up his spine, as she did it again. Rhea had a tendency to pay special attention to the old scars left by the kendo stick beating he’d taken from Seth Rollins. Rhea kissed at the scars over his ribs, sucking a hickey into the darker pink flesh as she went, she pulled back to trace her fingers up and down his chest, running her fingers over his nipples, he panted as she pinched his left one, and licked over his right one.

Dominik was so fucked and they hadn’t even started the fun stuff yet. With Rhea now straddling him to get better access to his chest - which she had a tendency to suck harsh hickies into - Dominik let his hands run up her spine, bringing his own nails to drag against her skin, not as deep as she would have gone on him, simply because Rhea showed her back off more than he did. He flattened his palms against her muscled shoulders, before smoothing them down both sides of her spine, to trail further down to cup her ass. They always managed to get completely naked before they ever got to the bed, which he was continuing to count as a victory, as he squeezed her ass hard with both hands. “So good Dom,” She hissed as he kissed her neck, and shoulders, she curled a hand in the curls at the base of his neck, and tugged hard, pulling his lips away from her, and twisting, pushing her left breast at him, he opened his mouth to tongue and suck at her nipple, hungry for the salty taste of her sweat soaked skin and the sweet feel of her nipple pebbling under his ministrations.

She pulled her left titty away, and pushed his head to her right one, “Suck.” She ordered, and he complied, happy to make her voice come out so broken and husky already. Dominik flipped them over, careful not to bite down on the nipple in his mouth, before he pulled back, and shot her a toothy grin. She rolled her eyes affectionately, before shifting her body so he could easily fall between her spread thighs - this too was familiar territory, Dominik loved eating pussy. It had been something he’d always been obsessed with, but Rhea had a tendency to take it to another level, sitting on his face for hours when they had the chance, at times cutting his ability to breathe off - and he loved all of it. He kissed down her front, biting and licking at her tattoos, before dipping his tongue into her belly button which always served to make her giggle and swat at his head - before he kissed both her hip bones, “Don’t be a brat.” Rhea ordered, as she pushed her hips up, enticingly. 

Dominik snickered but took a moment to look her over, her pussy was framed by trimmed soft blonde hair, her lips themselves were waxed but her mound covered by her short blonde hair, past her mound her clit was adorable, it protruded from her lips in a way that made his mouth water, her clit was pierced, with a sapphire ball on the ring that ran through it. That had been a fun thing to find out, and now he craved the taste of metal with her natural juice. He spread her thighs wider, as she propped herself up on her elbows to watch him. He pulled her pussy lips apart and smiled to himself, then pressed forward, tentatively licking from her puckered little anus upward, and hooking his lips around her clit, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Her hand tangled in his hair, as she used her other arm to push herself up more to watch him, “Good puppy, Dom.” She groaned, her breath coming out in pants, he nodded against her, dipping lower to slip his tongue inside her, flicking in and out, his nose rubbed against her clit, and he couldn't help but breathe her in. She tasted like the freedom he had always wanted, the honey he yearned for. He pulled back, his face coated in her juices to look at her, she smiled sharply at him, “Don’t stop, Dominik.” 

He nodded his head, eager for her and dipped back down as she yanked harshly on his hair to move his head to where she wanted him. Dominik’s second passion, which he had only learned with Rhea, was eating ass. He dove back in, sliding his tongue downward, until he was lapping against her puckered entrance, he curled an arm around her thigh, and brought his thumb and index finger to roll her clit between them, tugging and jacking it off like a little cock. She seemed to like it as she let out a hiss and a yes in almost unison. He moved back up, slurping into her warm pussy once more, tounging at her until she was withering and begging him, he couldn’t stop himself for sliding a finger inside her, she looked down at him her eyes blown wide and her face flushed as she wiggled her hips in an attempt to get him deeper. He got lost in finger fucking her, tugging on her clit with his other hand, and lavishly eatting her ass, so lost that he almost didn’t hear her warning, “Dom, gonna cum!” Dominik didn’t stop licking at either of her entrances as she rode her orgasm out - it was the one time he might be in charge of anything in their sex life, and he always wanted more of her taste.

He finally pulled back, his face coated, she leaned up to kiss him full on the mouth, then licked at his cheeks to clean him off. “Get up here.” She ordered, and pulled his mouth to hers, he hardened significantly at the fact that she was savoring the taste of her cunt on his tongue. “On the bed, baby.” She ordered, “Hands and knees.” She growled, he complied, his cock hard and throbbing. He ducked his head to look back at her between his thighs, she was settled behind him, on her own knees, her hand between her legs, rubbing at her soaking wet cunt, when she pulled her hand up it glistened with her slick, and she rubbed it between his ass cheeks. He wiggled, shocked at first, then amazed, because she was pressing closer, one hand softly cupping his balls as she kissed and bit at the globes of his ass, pressing forward, until her lips pressed against his pink puckered asshole. He shivered as her tongue flicked against him, nuzzling him, then she licked and kissed, the noises she was making as she slurped and wiggled her tongue were enough to make him want to cum himself, she was softly stroking his cock or alternatively squeezing his balls. This was new, and he was flying - it felt like his soul had left his body and then some.

Dominik  felt it when her tongue finally inched into him, he let out a shocked yelp which tapered off into a moan, it felt odd as his body gave in, as he opened around her she didn’t stop, slurping and licking, essentially making out with his ass. He wasn’t able to do much more than moan and whine as she fucked in and out of him with her talented and pierced tongue. When she pulled back, almost thirty minutes later, he was throbbing and ready. Dominik squirmed away from her, and twisted to sit back against the headboard, grabbing Rhea as he moved, and pulling her into his lap, he kissed her hard on the lips, curious now about his taste, and moaning as their tongues danced against one another. Every now and then he’d run his tongue over her lip frenulum piercing, which he found both sexy as hell and was constantly worried about her getting hit in the face in the ring. Rhea was in control, as always, as she shuffled on his lap, moving until she was straddling him how she wanted, her hand once more gripping the base of his cock, this time so she could lower herself down on him, he flung his head back, as heat seemed to dance up his spine, and his whole body throbbed with something akin to obsession. Rhea was mean, he’d live by that truth for as lond as she was his, she moved slowly, calculatingly, down his shaft, letting her body adjust as she went, “Fuck… you're longer and thicker than…” She trailed off, and Dominik felt a bit of relief at that, he didn’t want to know how he compared to anyone else she’d ever been with. 

He rolled his hips upward, sinking completely into her, he felt his cock being tugged and squeezed tightly by her hungry cunt, she let out a deep little moan as her head fell back, and she squeezed him for good measure. He took a few moments to adjust to the molten heat of her core. “Holy shit.” He breathed, then looked at her, “You're so goddamn beautiful like this, eres la mujer más hermosa que he visto, te quiero siempre, por favor déjame follarte.” Rhea narrowed her gaze at him but nodded her head, already raising up about an inch, and gripping his longer hair at the base of his neck, she yanked hard enough it made his eyes water, as he rolled his hips upward again, he moved to plant his feet on the bed, so he’d have leverage, before he gripped her hips in his hands, marveling at how right it felt, as he set a fast and hard rhythm, her mouth found his, biting at his lips, and licking at his teeth. He wasn’t going to last long, not after everything else they’d done, and it seemed like she knew that, when he begged, “Can I cum in your pussy?” He started to feel the heat in his stomach, his balls twitching. Rhea gave him a rough look, but nodded her head, and moved back to kissing at his neck. He slammed into her hard, snapping his hips erratically, before finally his vision started to white out, tears building in the corner of his eyes as he exploded, she forced her hand between her thighs and tugged harshly on her clit, to join him, her pussy exploded around him, as he pressed his face into the valley between her breast, his sweat soaked forehead resting against her collarbones, he panted for a few moments, even as she moved to pet his hair, running her fingers through his longer mullet. 

“I’m on birth control.” Rhea managed some time later, “Like, I have the implant.” Dominik didn’t move from where he’d started to kiss at the sides of her breast, she coiled around him more, “We need to shower, we have to be on the road in less than two hours.” 

Dominik groaned, “Don’t make me move, I wanna die like this.” He looked up at her, and could tell from her soft expression that he still looked fucked out, and in fairness he was, ‘Please.” He begged. 

Rhea laughed, “At least let’s get comfortable then, baby.” She bit at his ear, which made him growl, but he allowed her to slide off his cock, and reposition them so they were curled together in the bed, Rhea the big spoon cloved to his back, he groggily reached over and turned off the light by the bed, “Love you, Dom Dom.” Rhea murmured into his shoulder blade.

“Te amo, Demi.” Dominik promised around a yawn, the pair drifted off to sleep (and if Damian and Finn found them like that two hours later, well no one was going to talk about why they were late to the leave town, or why there was a ridiculous amount of yelling incoherently from room 674 of the hotel they’d stayed in).

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[chichirichick]

Love Language

My second submission for @soulxmakaweek

Summary: While he may not exactly be fluent, Soul knows enough about love languages for Maka.

Read it on AO3 or below the cut:

I pinched at Maka’s neck, fingers kneading down the collection of muscle towards her shoulder. A mewling little hum of what I could only guess was approval—satisfaction?—popped from her mouth and threatened to derail any and all of my concentration. Honestly, touching her usually led to some disruption of my sanity these days. While a massage should be old news—as a weapon, my meister’s physical wellness is part of my job—something was changing. We were changing. And I definitely think– nah, I know it was my fault.

--

Liz had brought it up– you know, during regular girl talk that somehow still happened in my presence. (I can’t decide if it’s because I’m just some extension of Maka or I don’t give off that macho vibe that usually deflates these kinds of discussions.) The gaggle of girls was sitting in our usual meeting tree with me slouching into the bark.

“...and Black Star is definitely words of affirmation,” Liz continued to prattle on. I guess I only zoned in because of her laugh. “Can you imagine him being with someone who couldn’t praise him? I think he’d shrivel and die.”

“Be fair,” Tsu replied– which we all knew she shouldn’t have. 

Don’t stand up for the guy, Tsu, unless you’re ready–

“Yes, Tsu, we all know you’re in love with him,” Liz sang back and the group flared into laughter and pink cheeks.

I should be exasperated, but hell, you try saving the world and almost dying every other week. They deserved their fun– no matter how lame and filled with Cosmo-rip-off-mumbo-jumbo. I resigned myself to nodding off instead.

Next it was Patty twittering: “And Maka!”

Okay, I’m not too proud to admit sleeping got shelved in an instant.

“Maka has to be acts of service.” 

“Well…” Maka neither confirming nor denying anything usually led to a bunch of buzzing, and, well, this was no different. 

I couldn’t help but catch some of the glances my way since the usual line of teasing was being whipped by my meister. To be honest, I didn’t have a lot of evidence to save me from that verdict either. She liked my cooking, so I did it. We were roommates, so it was only fair to do my share of the cleaning. And with her co-teaching that meistering class, sometimes she needed errands done, and I–

Okay, I’m whipped.

At the same time, I couldn’t exactly say I agreed. Sure, I knew Maka appreciated all of those things, but– I bit my tongue. We were still just meister and weapon, even with my stupid day-in-day-out pining. I could pretend all I wanted that I knew Maka, but in that context? No. Romance was still something that haunted my dreams.

“What about Soul?” Tsu—as gentle, smart, and mature as she could be—was also fucking ruthless.

I startled, hands out instantly to negate the redirect. “Not fluent in love language, thanks.”

“But I’m sure we could figure it out,” Liz chimed. “I mean, Maka knows you best, doesn’t she? So…” The elongated ‘o’ was the most unfair set up, leaving Maka and I to stare at each other. There was still some leftover color on her cheeks, brightening her eyes and making my heart do the jitterbug.

“I guess,” Maka started and my breath stopped, “I would say quality time.”

If I had to buy into this bullshit for a second, I would say she was right, but– “Again, you’re speakin’ another language.”

“But I’m right,” she pressed, and boy, was I fucking in trouble.

You try telling Maka Albarn she’s wrong. Go ahead. Sign your last will and testament and then give it a shot. Just make sure all your affairs are in order. “Yeah, well,” I replied with as much aloofness as I could manage.

She eyed me. “And you think Liz is right about mine? Acts of service? ”

My internal sigh—which I’d perfected just a few months into our partnership—rattled in my brain. Well, I guess I’ve lived a good life. “Sorta.”

“Sort of?”

I shrugged because the answer was a solid no, but I was pretty sure this part of Maka was a secret. Sorta my secret, and I wanted to keep it that way. I wiggled my way out of the conversation with all limbs (barely) intact because I wanted to actually test my hypothesis: Maka Albarn was all about physical touch.

--

I was deep into her shoulder at this point, unknotting, rotating, starting to work into her bicep. By the time I got to her hand, flexing fingers and massaging into her palm, I was sitting next to her on the couch.

“You’ve–” She caught herself, but I didn’t stop my motions. Give her starts and stops too much attention and they’re bound to stay stops, but give her room and… “Are you okay?”

“Me?” I replied with a shrug and a mostly convincing “Nothin’ new.”

“But you…” She grasped my hand, holding tightly to stop me and bring my gaze away from my work. “Something’s different.”

“Okay…”

Maka let out a frustrated huff. “Soul!”

“I said okay– yeah, it is,” I added. I tried to concentrate on the tension in her fingers. She was holding on for dear life, and so was I. “Maka, you–”

She didn’t have an ounce of patience for it, jumping on me as soon as the puff of air left my mouth. “I what?” It was less of a demand—I was so used to the annoyed accusatory tone with that phrase—and more of a plea.

This was my chance. Hell, maybe even my only chance, but I had a boulder on my fucking tongue.

“You’ve been–” Frustration rumbled in her throat for a second before she met me head on, green eyes blaring. “You’ve been touchy. You usually– it’s a fight sometimes, Soul, but lately you’ve just been giving in or– or doing it for me. I’m just worried that you’re hurting and this is–”

“No,” I muttered as I shook away the excuse and the clutter on my tongue. “It ain’t about me.”

“Then?” she prodded. 

I swallowed every last wriggling spike of anxiety in my gut and spewed: “It’s what you like– what you want.” 

Pink—three shades deeper than any of the colors beneath the tree that day—flushed over her cheekbones. 

Oh, damnit, I liked it. I fucking–ah, just the way her lip quivered into a pout after, too! This was the most uncool I’d ever been, but I couldn’t stop, and, hell, I knew I shouldn’t. “All the girls talkin’ about that language bullshit–”

“Love language,” she corrected quickly, even through her blushing haze.

“Love language,” I folded, but not without a hint of sarcasm. “But yours is touch. You like when people touch you, and I sorta, well, I thought I could prove it.”

She paused, eyebrow furrowing slightly before she continued: “You were just guessing?”

I heard the trouble coming a mile away, and yeah, I should have planned for an accusation like that, but– this was getting away from me, and fast. In battle, I knew I always had to have a million and ten escape plans because the minute Maka backed us into a corner it was me who’d have to yank us out, but what happened when I walked us right into a trap? I gaped, watching as grey started to steal away all the color from her face. “Maka–”

“What, now that your hypothesis is correct you’re just going to–?” She didn’t let herself finish the question as she attempted to yank her hands away. “You know, I don’t know why– I never should have thought–!”

I tumbled after her. She may have gotten her hands out of mine, but I couldn’t let her get to her feet. I did what I’d always done for her– leapt right into trouble. Though, this may have been more than I bargained for. I didn’t get a handle on her, exactly, but the couch– except for the fact that meant I’d sandwiched her between me and it. I had her pinned against the cushions. I was teetering over her, attempting not to crush her while still sticking to my point. “And I was provin’ yours.”

Maka blinked up at me, dumbfounded.

“Quality time,” I reminded her, but it didn’t matter. She was totally dazed. “‘Cause every time it’s like this– every time I know you want me touchin’ you– I feel like I’m the only person you see, and I can’t– I need that.”

She took fistfuls of my t-shirt and pulled me down. We fit– sprawled but still comfortably stacked puzzle pieces. That didn’t mean I could breath or even bat an eye as my face pressed into the crux of her neck. Heat—electrifying and terrifying all in one—fluttered against my shoulder with her words: “Why didn’t you tell me before?”

Shouldn’t that be obvious?

I guess that shook down to my core, trembling across our tangled souls since she almost immediately sighed. “I was always so worried,” she murmured, lips dancing so close to my skin that I could barely offer the brain cells to follow what she was saying. “I was always so worried that you didn’t know.”

Honestly, I didn’t know jack shit except for her breath searing through my t-shirt and her heartbeat thumping in time with mine. “Wh-what?”

The annoyance that I knew so well bled into this breath, her know-it-all tone lacing the obvious: “You, Soul. It’s physical touch with you. Not with anyone else. So you are the only person I see, the only person I–” She hummed out a nervous note, and I couldn’t tell if it was her wriggling or her soul. Either way, I knew I had to pull away, to give her a little space to– 

As soon as I raised my head, I saw it. Maybe I thought before that I was enjoyed her smiles, or sorta lived for those moments that she was possibly blushing in my direction, but this– fucking Death, this–

Her eyes had never been so clear, and I was close enough to see myself in them, maybe even through them. That honest stare—the one that was seeing me and had seen me for our whole partnership—was unraveling any of the worry that was still tying my tongue. I gave her the best smirk I could manage and murmured: “Does that still count as me being right?”

She couldn’t fight the laugh, but it only fluttered for a second before she produced a pout. “We’re both right.”

“Not fair.” But the complaint had no oomph. I was too busy negotiating enough so I could dare to let my fingers touch her cheek, sliding back to tuck that fine tendril of hair that dared to be unruly. “I– does that mean I don’t have to stop?”

She barely shook her head, instead concentrating on leaning into my touch. The way her cheek fit against my palm burned into my memory even though I wasn’t sure I was going to have to save it. I had my permission– I had what I wanted from the beginning–

I had Maka.

#soul eater #maka albarn #soul eater evans #somaweek2023 #soulxmakaweek #soulxmaka #love language

[away-ward]

Reality

for @elainscheron.

1.5k words

Summary: Morning in the Carfax room sees Emory falling back into old ways of thinking.

Emory pov, set before she meets Rika for wedding dress shopping.

Emory

I wait until the last second to leave the bed and get ready. Rika awaits and I guess when the Queen calls, we must answer.

No. Stop that, I tell myself. Rika’s nice. And the others seem nice too. I’m the heinous bitch, remember.

As I gather my clothes from yesterday, I mentally make a list of things I need to get done. Obviously, I’ll be moving back to Thunder Bay and I’ll have to deal with all that comes with it. I can’t pretend problems don’t exist forever. That’s always been Will’s forte; I usually have a firm stake in reality, excluding the past few days.

“You’re worried about something. I can see it.”

I look at him over my shoulder after slipping the shirt over my head. Will sits at the edge, elbows resting on his knees, green eyes watching my every move. It’s crazy how much I enjoy that. “A few days and you thing you know everything about me?”

“Days?” he chuckles. “Try twelve years.”

I do the math and realize he’s right. We’ve known each other for twelve years though it feels like longer.

“Talk to me, trouble. What is it?”

I move to grab my jeans, startled when his hand shoots out and grabs my wrist. “I’ve got to get ready if I’m going to meet Rika.”

“Screw Rika.”

I tip my head, looking up at him with mocking doubt. “That’s not how you treat friends, or so I hear.”

“Rika’s forgiven me for worse things than this.” His hold tightens on my wrist, but not painfully. It’s anchoring me to him. My heart picks up. The beat of it makes me nervous and I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to this. “I’m not letting you go until you talk. Not this time.”

He’s made that clear. Yesterday, the day before, and last night all over again…he asked me – begged me, really – to not wake up, and I promised to still be me when I do.

Promises are easier to make than keep, no matter what our intentions are.  

“You haven’t...” he trails off. I watch his throat move as he swallows the rest of the words.

“Changed my mind?” I laugh humorlessly. “Just try to get this ring back, I dare you.” I told him I loved him and I meant it. There’s no way I can return to my old life. He’ll have to kill me and then cut it off.

He lets out a breath that shakes with relief and then he tries for his usual levity to break the tension. “A person then? What, you got a boyfriend back in San Fran I don’t know about?”

“Oh yeah,” I nod. “More than one. A whole biker gang, in fact. And a marine. You’ll probably need to fight them for me Scott Pilgrim style.”

Will shrugs, up for the challenge. “Line ‘em up.”

I really laugh at that. He would, too. And if there’s anything I learned this week, it’s that he’d win.

He relaxes his hold on my wrist and his hand glides up my arm, over my shoulder and wraps around my neck so that I’m forced to look at him.

“Em,” he pleads. His eyes move between mine, reading what I can’t say. I don’t even know what I’d say if I could find the words to describe what’s going on. There’s no telling what he’s going to find.

My own confusion reflects back at me in his eyes. It’s that how it’s always been with us? “These past few days, you dove right in. You were here with me, Alex, my friends—"

I rip my head away suddenly. He’s hit the nail on the head and the knowledge of it floods my brain, overwhelming me.

Of course, he misinterprets. “Alex? You’re worried about Alex?” Will asks, sounding as exasperated as I feel.

“I’m not worried about Alex,” I tell him. Honestly, their relationship is the last thing on my mind.

Will doesn’t look like he believes me. He’s not mad about it. We’re over being angry at each other for our mistakes. Instead, he looks desperate, searching for anything to convince me.

“I’m not,” I insist. I push him back to the bed and force him to sit so that I can stand over him. I grab the sides of his face and pour every bit of truth in me into my next words. “I’m not worried about Alex. I can’t promise I’ll never be jealous of her because she has seven years with you. Seven years that were supposed to be mine.”

The last sentence comes out on sort of a growl that I can’t suppress.

Will grins, loving every bit of it. He always makes the grand, epic speeches telling me what I am and what we are and what we’re going to do. I guess it’s my turn. His hands brush up my thighs and settle on my waist, pulling me closer.

“Seven years I’ll never get back, that she’ll always have. But I’m not worried about her. Your friends seem to have some weird unspoken rules and I can’t say I get all of them, but bottom line, I’m into it.”

“Then what is it?” he asks as his thumbs rub circles on my tummy. It does nothing but riling up the very horny butterflies that seem to have taken up residence.

I hedge, “It’s someone else.”

“Someone else?” His grip tightens again, all his passion and ferocity going into keeping me in place. “If it’s not Alex, and there’s no one back in San Francisco, then who…if you say this is about Aydin, I’ll—"

I squeeze his face when I’ve heard enough and I can’t take it anymore. “It’s me, Will. The other someone is me.”

It’s kind of cute how he stops, blinking with bewilderment. His lips twitch with unformed thoughts as he tries to parse through what I’ve been thinking.

“Or the me you’ve spend the last twelve years dreaming about.” I wrap my arms around his neck and move to straddle his lap, a position I’m very quickly become familiar with. Have been familiar with. “What if I can’t measure up to her. What if I can’t be her every night. What if I never fit in with your friends the way…” My eyes drift to a spot behind him.

I know he thinks this too. He set the Cove on fire and decided I didn’t need to be a part of it. Not like them. Doesn’t that give some indication to his feelings on the matter. The only time he’s done something like that with me was homecoming, when I wasn’t me.

He sees where I’m looking and follows, finally seeing what’s been haunting the corner of my vision since I got up. The pink dress I wore to homecoming still hangs from the rafter, a ghostly reminder.

This is insane. I'm jealous of who I am in the dark; of how easy it is for her to just be.

All at once, it clicks into place for him because he can be clever when he wants to be. “There is no other you. That girl was the imagining of a spoiled, insecure little boy with a fantasy. That girl,” he nods over his shoulder, “that girl stole moments and nights to keep for herself. From what I’ve seen since we left the island, you don’t need to steal anything and hide it away. You take it, whatever makes you happy.”

I shake my head, but he stops me. “You broke a felon out of jail yesterday, before proposing to me on the street,” he says, smirking with glee. “I think I know what I’m talking about.”

I’ve been impulsive, sure, but this whole week is starting to feel like a vacation from reality. A fever dream, if there ever was one. Reality will come back around again and when I can’t keep it up, will he be content with all his decisions.

“Never have I been as happy as I was last night in this bed with you. It’s you; I gotta you and nothing else. I tried drugs and alcohol, friends and sex. Nothing works like holding you. Tell me you don’t feel the same.”

Will moves in closer but then stops before he meets my lips. His eyes study me and I realize he’s giving me a chance to answer instead of just taking the moment for himself. Aww, he’s learning.

I close the distance on my own, because he’s right. Nothing has ever felt better than spending hours wrapped up in him and I hate that I’m being forced to leave. I push closer to him as he dives in deep with his tongue, pushing away all my thoughts.

“Stop,” he warns, breathless against my lips, “or you’re not going to make it out of here.”

I love that. I’m not gonna lie, it feels good to know I’m his addiction and all those other things were just substitutes. It goes a long way to kill any doubts I have.

And I have an addiction, too. I guess I’ve always known, but the first step is admitting it, right?

I’m addicted to being the girl that makes him breathless.

Reality can go fuck itself. I’m here to stay.

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Thank you for reading! I apologize for any mistakes.

@elainscheron, I hope this is enough to make up for the Alex post. I did try, but I just didn't seem any room for Emory to have serious doubts about Alex in the context of nightfall. Emory literally says she isn't worried about it and while I struggle with how easy it was for Em, I don't want to go against canon in this instance. But there is a little wiggle room with her jealousy.

More than that, I struggled with how easy it was for Emory to just become someone else. Maybe the argument can be made that it's who she's always been and she's just been suppressing herself her entire life, but even then change is hard, so I tried to go at it from that angle.

A lot of this is sort of brought up already, but we all relapse into old ways of thinking occasionally, right? Could be that I'm always dying for more Emory content and I want an entire book of just her.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

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#devil's night series stuff #nightfall #my fic #willemmy #requested #post canon #devil's night series

[acciotherapists]

Cast Out

Summary: Loki is sent to Midgaurd instead of Thor but his childhood friend, Y/n, isn't letting him go without a fight.

Warnings: angst, fluff, (mention of future smut but nothing here)

A/N: This was inspired by this ask to @sarahscribbles. All credit for the original idea for this fic goes to her and her lovely anons :)

It all happened so fast. In the blink of an eye my world was ripped away from me, sent through the bifrost to an unknown realm and I couldn’t even inquire about his well-being without fear of repercussions from the Allfather. In an instant my childhood best friend was ripped away from me and I was expected to move on with life. My mother was a handmaiden to Frigga and when she’d passed the Allmother had taken me in as her own, noticing how close I’d grown with her sons, particularly Loki.

“I will speak of this no more!” Odin hissed as I followed him across the Rainbow Bridge, tears in my eyes.

“He just learned of his ancestry and you’re going to send him away to die on Midgard!? That’s cruel even for you!” I hissed, my voice dripping with venom.

He turned to me, eyes flashing with rage. “He risked the entire realm with his foolishness! Perhaps a few decades on Midgard will teach him to be more like Thor!”

“He shouldn’t have to be like Thor!” I screamed. “He’s your son!”

“He’s made it clear how he feels about being my son!” Odin shot back.

“Because he was hurt!” I screamed, no longer caring if the whole of Asgard heard us as we reached the castle, the Allmother waiting at the gates, her eyes searching us carefully. Searching for Loki.

“Tell her, oh great Odin,” I hissed. “Tell her how you sent her son away! Tell her how you sent him to die on Midgard!”

“What?” she whispered, turning to face her husband.

“That is not how I planned to tell you, dear,” he answered, lowering his gaze. “Loki must be punished for his foolish actions, which nearly cost us a war.”

“Oh, husband… what have you done?”

He looked away from her so I answered instead. “He just started a war.”

“What do you mean?” he hissed. “I’ve avoided a war by banishing the cause!”

“I’m not referring to Jotunheim, you old git! I’m referring to myself. You’ve just started something you will be unable to finish.” With that I left, returning to my room, an empty feeling in my chest as I collapsed on the silk sheets. Please be safe, Loki.

****

Loki’s POV

I cast you out!

My poor excuse for a father had shouted those words only moments ago before sending me hurtling toward an unknown realm, without even telling me where he was sending me. The look on Y/n’s face haunted me as I stood up. I could still see the tears in her eyes as I was sent flying backward into the void of space. I tried to take in my surroundings as the cloud of dust began to dissipate around me before I crashed into a strange, metal object, collapsing onto the ground. Screams filled my ears as faces surrounded me.

“Where did he come from?” a woman asked as I stood up.

“You! What realm is this?” I hissed at the woman.

“Realm?” she asked, seeming confused.

“Ah, must be Midgard then,” I answered. Only Midgardians would be silly enough to be unfamiliar with the word ‘realm.’

“Sorry, who are you?” the woman asked.

“I am Loki of Asgard. I have been banished to this nornforsaken realm and I require shelter.”

“Yeah…” The woman hesitated before taking out a small device and placing it to her ear. “Yeah, hi. I’ve got an escaped psych patient here.”

“You can’t be serious,” I scoffed, walking away from her and toward the lights from the nearby town. Father had taken my magic as I could no longer feel it pulsing in my veins but he’d been forgiving enough to leave me in my Asgardian form. I fear what the mortals would do if I were to appear to them as a Jotun. Their miniscule minds could not possibly comprehend such a thing. I made my way into the town, trying to find some form of shelter, though I wasn’t exactly sure where I would go.

Please be safe, Loki.

Y/n’s sweet voice filled my ears and my heart clenched in my chest. Alone once again. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. It shouldn’t have affected me so. I’d been alone most of my life so this simple cast-out shouldn’t have been a big deal, yet it was. The thought that I may never see mother or Y/n again was almost too much to bear. Dark clouds began forming across the sky as droplets of rain began pelting the street and I quickly took cover under a nearby park bench. Just a cold, lost animal, trapped outside and too afraid to do anything about it.

Pathetic.

****

 Y/n’s POV

The following morning I approached Heimdal, my cheeks stained with tears that even my maids couldn’t hide as they fluffed my pillows and dressed me, applying a gentle layer of makeup to try and hide the streaks the tears had left.

“Princess Y/n,” Heimdal greeted. It had become custom for the palace guards and associates to address me as Princess Y/n after Frigga had declared me her daughter, silently whispering to me that she hoped someday I would choose one of her sons and become her daughter officially.

“Heimdal,” I answered, looking out at the void of space. “Can you see him?”

“Yes, Princess.”

“Is he alright?”

Heimdal sighed, hands clutching his sword. “Would you like the truth, princess? Or would you prefer a comforting lie?”

“The truth, please,” I whispered.

“He’s not well, your highness. He’s currently under a bench as it rains upon Midgard. He met some locals but they didn’t seem too fond of him so he moved on.”

“H-he’s under a bench… in the rain?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“Heimdal, if you were to… leave your post for say… a brief moment… what would happen?”

He smirked, turning to me ever so slightly. “I could be arrested for treason, miss.”

“If you knowingly aided my return to Loki, certainly… but turning a blind eye while I take matters into my own hands… surely you couldn’t be faulted for that?”

“Princess, I fear the king would have my head if you so much as breathed the same air as Midgard… or the fallen prince.”

“You understand that I love him… right?”

He nodded. “I’ve known for quite some time. Perhaps before you even knew yourself.”

“And I may never get the chance to tell him that.”

He turned to face me fully. “Really, my lady? Playing on a romantic’s emotions like this? Truly cruel of you, your highness,” he replied, chuckling softly.

“Five minutes, Heimdal. That’s all I’m asking for… please. The Allfather would never know.”

He sighed, turning his back to me, but leaving the sword in its place. “I shall never know either. Five minutes and I must return to my post.”

I hugged him tightly before quickly heading toward the sword and turning it in its place. I was quickly pulled through the bridge, collapsing on the outskirts of a small town. Rain was heavily pouring as I quickly made my way into town, searching for Loki.

A few steps ahead, your highness. Heimdal’s voice filled my head and I smiled softly, finding the park bench and Loki huddled underneath it. I quickly ran to him and he backed away, bumping his head on the bench as he curled away from me, hands up in surrender. I could see flex of blue tainting his fingers as small, raised ridges formed along his skin. 

“Loki, it’s me,” I murmured, moving behind the bench to his shivering form, taking his hands in mine.

“Y-Y/n?” His voice came out small and my heart clenched in my chest.

“I’m here, Loki. I’m here. C-can I hug you?”

He didn’t respond; he simply lunged forward, wrapping his arms around my neck, pressing his shivering body against mine. I conjured a small tent over us both before drying our clothes and materializing a blanket over his shoulders.

“You still have your magic?” he whispered as I gently pressed my lips to his hands, trying to warm them.

I nodded. “Odin has no idea I’m gone.”

“So you’ll be… returning then… to Asgard?” he murmured.

“I have no plans to leave you, Loki. Either Odin takes us both back or we stay here together. Either way I’m happy.”

He furrowed his brows. “H-How could you be happy here? Stuck on this planet… with me?”

I chuckled softly, cupping his face in my hands. “Anywhere that I’m stuck with you is a blessing, my prince.”

“Don’t say things like that, darling… not if you don’t mean them.”

“I mean them, Loki. I mean every word. I… I love you, Loki.”

His eyes widened as he searched my face, trying to find a hint of a lie in my features. When he found none he pressed his lips against mine, cautiously slipping his tongue inside my mouth.

“I want so badly to take you right here, my darling,” he murmured against my lips. “But I’m afraid I shall have to wait. A queen like you deserves to be bedded properly.”

My cheeks flushed as he cupped my face. Suddenly a light flashed around us and we were sent hurtling through space once again, returning to Asgard as the tent disintegrated around us. Heimdal and Odin stared down at us, a smile on both of their faces, confusing me deeply.

“I see you’ve finally found someone who can pull you back from your personal torment,” Odin said to Loki.

“The torment you put him through,” I hissed. Odin moved forward and I stood up, moving in front of Loki, staring Odin down as Loki stood behind me.

“I always feared that perhaps we would regret having taken you in.” He glanced between Loki and I. “It would appear today is not that day.”

My brows furrowed as he continued. “One more mishap and there will be no more second chances, Loki,” Odin hissed. “I’m choosing to believe that perhaps there are some redeeming qualities in you yet. Perhaps if Y/n can find the good in you… perhaps you can find it in yourself as well.”

Loki wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his head on my shoulder.

Perhaps all would be alright.

#loki odinson #loki laufesyon x reader #loki laufeyson #loki fluff #loki x reader #marvel

[lowaltitude]

You Know. | Steve Harrington

Know What?, as told from Steve’s POV.

- Stranger Things

- x Reader (Y/N)

- Know What? Reader’s POV

- 2,261 words. Read time: 5-9 minutes

❪ FEM! ❫

───── ❝ description + disclaimer ❞ ─────

𖥻 Steve Harrington x FEM!reader, enemies to lovers? one shot. Billy included as a “love interest”

───── ❝ prologue - 1982 ❞ ─────

Sophomore year started with a BANG! That bang being; a basketball into my face. I’d walked into the gym excited for another year of basketball but unfortunately one of the freshman hadn’t practiced over the summer and, when shooting for a goal, ended up bouncing it off the backboard and slapping my face.

“Ouch.” Tommy laughed “You alright Harrington?“

“Fine” I muttered, rubbing my face and deciding I was done with the sport for the day. The locker room was empty, and I managed to get out of there and into the long hallway just in time for the bell to ring and students to file out of their classrooms.

I sighed, looking at the freshman struggling with her locker. She looked about ready to rip the door off it’s hinges and slam into into the ground. Do I offer to help, or do I go to class on time for once? That is the question…

“Do you need some help?” I asked, closing my locker.

The girl turned her head to look at me, and within those 2 and a half seconds, I felt like i’d gotten slapped in the face by emotions that make no sense. I’m not an emotional person, so the goosebumps on my arms and the knot developing in my stomach were a crazy feeling.

She paused for a second before putting her attention back on the lock. “No.”

“Are you sure? Because I can—”

“I said, ‘No.’ Which word don’t you understand?”

“Jeez” I forced a laugh, nobody had ever been so insistent on rejecting my help. Hell. No girl had ever rejected me for any reason before. “What crawled up your ass?” Maybe that was the wrong thing to say, but she could have laughed— Taken it as friendly ribbing and accepted my help.

“I don’t know what your problem is, but I’ll bet it’s hard to pronounce.”

Oh. Did she just call me stupid? She doesn’t know anything about me. I was just trying to help her, I didn’t have to offer her a hand, I could have— should have just walked to my next class. “Well, aren’t we a bloody ray of sunshine.”

“Hey” Tommy greeted, running a hand through his hair. I smiled at my best friend, raising my hand for him to give me a high five and free me from the claws of the younger girl. Instead, Tommy ignored me and leaned on the lockers looking at her. “Ok, I’m here. So tell me, what do you want for your next wish?”

Was he hitting on her? He had a girlfriend. A serious relationship he’d been in since we were like 12 years old! The girl didn’t care, she instead let go of the lock and began to walk away from us. Muttering aloud “What am I? Flypaper for freaks!?”

“Freaks?” I mumbled “I’m not a freak”

“You look it with that mark on your face” Tommy laughed, gesturing to where the ball had hit me. I slapped his hand away from my face and we began ti walk to class together. “She was kinda cute.”

“She was rude.” I scoffed, dragging my feet down the hall.

───── ❝ ❞ ─────

Sitting at the dinner table, my dad too busy writing and looking at business reports to even notice I was there and my mum already a few glasses deep in her bottle of wine meant it was practically silent. Apart from the occasional loud sip or utensils scraping on a plate.

I found my mind wander back to the girl at her locker, i’d met an assortment of girls today but she was the only that treated me like I was nothing. I gripped my fork tighter, knitting my eyebrows together.

What was her deal? Was I that easy to hate?

───── ❝ 1984 - 2. Trick Or Treat, Freak ❞ ─────

All eyes turned towards the unfamiliar car pulling into the parking lot, Hawkins was a small town— Big enough that you didn’t know every single person, but you could easily tell that whoever this was, they weren’t from Indiana.

The driver stepped out, black boot landing on the pavement and all the girls eyes were glued to him. He wasn’t even good looking from what I could see. I turned to Nancy, wondering if my girlfriend was interested in him.

Smiling to myself as I realised her attention was captured by something else and when she began to wave I followed her eye-line, the smile disappearing from my face as I spotted her. Y/N.

She grinned and waved back to Nancy. I’m convinced that ever since Nancy and I started dating last year that she was hellbent on breaking us up. It was never clear why she hated me but I had grown to hate her too.

The new blonde guy stopped, glancing around and not seeing anyone before he said something and walked closer to where Y/N was chaining her bike.

I frowned, ignoring whatever Nancy was saying because I was too busy trying to read their body language. He was relaxed, flirty even. But what about Y/N? I couldn’t see her at all past his large frame. Shutting my car door, I began towards the school with Nancy by my side.

I glanced at Y/N and the boy, he seemed to be enjoying their conversation but I didn’t have enough time to read her face.

“Steve?” Nancy’s voice broke me out of my haze and I turned to her quickly. “See you after class?”

“Uh, yeah. Of course” I smiled and gave her a kiss, leaving her at her locker before walking down to my own. I took my time, moving slowly to see how long it would take Y/N to get here. Wondering if that boy would come with her.

She walked up, no expression on her face and I raised an eyebrow. After rolling her eyes, she narrowed her eyes at me. “Problem, Harrington?”

I hummed, closing my locker and heading to class.

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I silently dug through my locker, Y/N doing the same, until Tommy made his way though the crowd and leaned against the lockers “What’s your costume?”

“Nance and I are Joel and Lana, from Risky Business” We’d worked way too hard and spent too much time on costumes that I don’t think anyone would recognise, but Mrs Wheeler was really excited to take photos of us tonight.

Tommy nodded and turned to look at Y/N “What about you?”

I gawked at my best friend, staring at the back of his head like I was trying to explode it with him mind.

“Excuse me?” Y/N seemed baffled by the question.

“Your costume. What is it?”

I scoffed “Trust me, not even make-up can make her look good” Something had been eating me up inside since i’d watched the new guy— Who’s name i’d since learnt was Billy, practically throwing himself at her.

Y/N simply hummed as she closed her locker. “Weird you think you need a costume, since you’re always pretending to be something you’re not”

Me? She’s the one who pretended to be so nice. Everyone always mentioned to me that she was so wonderful but she was a devious bitch to me. I opened my mouth to make my comeback and tell her where to shove her insults but she stuck out her tongue, put her bad on her shoulder and sauntered away.

I exhaled sharply. “Can you believe her?”

Tommy shrugged, greeting Carol as she came up to us. The pair got lost in their own world, looking like they were fighting to see who could eat the other first. I looked away in disgust, heading down the hall and out the doors.

I turned to pull my car keys from my pocket, intent on waiting for Nancy so I could give her a ride home but out of the corner of my eye I saw them. I stopped. staring at Y/N talking to Billy. He turned to look at me, eyeing me up and down before looking back at her, saying something that made her gag and start to walk away.

He jogged to catch up with her and I gripped my keys, how long were they going to talk? What was he asking her? I’d already heard he’d asked out multiple girls since he arrived.

“Y/N” I shouted, not really knowing why I wanted her to ignore him. She ave me a confused look as she peered past the blonde. “Come over here”

Billy and her parted ways, the smile on her face flattening and her knuckles tightening on the bike handles as she approached me “What?”

“I think you need to stay away from that guy”

“I think you pretending to care about me is annoying”

“He’s an asshole”

“And you’re what, better than him?”

All I could do was stand there and blink. I know we didn’t like each other but I was being nice and protecting my girlfriend’s friend. Y/N didn’t need to get hurt by him.

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I slammed the bathroom door behind me. Bullshit. Why was Nancy acting like this, she knows we didn’t mean to do anything wrong. We didn’t kill Barb, that thing did. And I risked my life fighting it for her. It was all for her.

“Harrington?” Y/N called my name but I chose to ignore her. I walked down the porch steps and heard the door shut behind me again. “Harrington!”

I threw my arms into the air, turning to the girl “What? What?!”

“You never leave a party early, you’re King Steve.” She slowly walked down the steps, hugging herself and making me notice the chill in the wind. “I know youre a douche but I’m still concerned. So what’s wrong?”

I’m a douche? I bet she knew all along that Nancy didn’t care about me. Maybe she convinced Nancy to play along and rip my heart out.

“Why don’t you ask Nancy? Or did you already know?”

“Know what?”

Taking a few steps closer, I stopped a few inches away from her. I could practically smell the infixing scent coming from her Shampoo but I pushed the feeling down because I needed— no. Deserved to be angry. “You know.”

“Jesus, I’m trying to help you but if you cant put this petty feud aside for 15 seconds then I’m going back inside” Y/N shoved my chest, turning around to go back inside but I wasn’t done. I had a fight to pick with her, she was allowed to hate me but convincing a girl to date me just to hurt me was low. I ran around to stop in front of her and block the steps on the porch.

“I’m surprised you didn’t make it a point to tell me, wouldn’t that have made you happy? Rubbing it in my face that Nancy doesn’t love me!”

“I— She doesn’t love you?”

…

She really didn’t know. Nancy made everyone believe she loved me. Y/N started to breath a little heavier, her expression slowly getting more enraged.

“You’re so good to her, too good to her.” Y/N scrunched her nose as she tried to put her thoughts to words “You fought a man eating monster from another dimension for her! How could she not love you?”

How could she not love you. The words she chose to emphasise told me a lot. It made me start to really think, Y/N said it like it was impossible for people not to love me but she never even tried liking me. I had tried liking her—

For gods sake, i’d even lied to people because I didn’t want them to know I was thinking about her. She was self centred, and rude, and just arrogant. She called me a stupid freak the first time I spoke to her meanwhile all I wanted to do was tell her I thought she was pretty.

Really pretty.

Beautiful even.

Before I could withdraw my mind from its far places, my arms were around her. Not daring to let her go— No even daring to let myself realize that I shouldn’t be doing this— I kissed her. She was stiff for a second but didn’t pull back, a million thoughts and fears rushing through my head in the 3 seconds before she kisses me back.

And I can’t even describe it.

My anxieties and complicated emotions disappear for a moment, a warmth coming from within me as I start to realise we never really hated each other. Or at least, I didn’t.

I could feel the rapid beat of her heart, taste the sweetness of the parties spiked punch still on her mouth. I wanted to wind my hands into her hair but I had to stop myself.

Nancy. This was Nancy’s friend and Nancy was right inside, probably too drunk to realise we might have just broken up.

Breaking away from her I tried to fix my staggered breathing, looking at her blushed face and not knowing what to say. I can’t blame it on the alcohol i’d barely had any.

Silently, I walk away from Y/N. Going down the front lawn and down the street as fast as I can get to my car without a second thought.

I fumble with my keys and as soon as I sit in the drivers seat; Smack my forehead on the steering wheel. Oh, you idiot!

Y/N never gave me a chance before and now she was definitely going to hate me even more.

#fanfic #ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x yn #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve stranger things #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfic #billy hargrove

[chthonicgodling]

What’s the furthest Loki has gone to protect a kid or to get revenge on someone who’s wronged them ?

thank you!! (attention everyone I am right now accepting eLoki’n’kids questions, pre-Elysium, past-Elysium, current-Elysium— pls humor me ty ty)—

there’s two big answers for this! there’s an entire essay in here of COURSE. firstly though Lemme just — Mission Statement — a quote from eLoki himself!! From way back in (checks notes) …..oh LITERALLY just two weeks ago (wonder what that’s about) -

“My children, they prophesize to end the world, to bring about apocalypses[…] You know I’d choose them any time. Every time.”

so bearing that in mind what’s the furthest Loki would go to protect/avenge one of his kids? UHH

PRE-ELYSIUM FIRST — as we’ll recall Loki’s upbringing was [looks directly at the camera] and despite Odin’s direct series of one million cruelties against Loki’s first six children, Loki’s relationship with his own father was. umm. complicated. getting direct revenge on odin himself seemed impossible, though also held back by the confines of being conditioned to both fear him and somehow STILL crave some sort of approval from him— until uhhhhh Loki finally completely snapped and those confines vanished (rather — warped then vanished?listen…. Listen. Yknow. cmon we. all. know what happened then) lmao BUT that’s not what I’m talking about

Odin’s confiscation of first born Sleipnir was of course traumatizing but many years later, having Hela, Fen, and Jör ripped away from him — all at once — PHYSICALLY — with begging and screaming involved — was further traumatizing enough for Loki to snap for the first time. He easily could have slaughtered the field of armed guards who Odin had sent to tear away the kids (well, teens at the time) but had stopped solely because they’d threatened to harm the three of them. Okay, fine he’d “let” them go, so long as they wouldn’t be injured. They weren’t at least, just separated and banished far away.

So instead thoughts turned to retaliation - not upon Odin himself ever untouchable and despite it all, his own father (the Loki of today LAUGHING at this sentiment, he probably should have just fuckin killed Odin then lmao).

Loki in the action of spiraling paused thoughts of revenge by.. accidentally becoming pregnant with Vali and Nari, but when he moved with them and their mom Sigyn back into the palace, he was in a DARK place only made worse by the constant cruelties of the palace whispering about those three banished kids behind his back. What better way to get revenge then to rip away a son himself, make Odin feel what he’d felt????!

…..okay well. Despite it all Loki couldn’t bring himself to try to murder Thor (yet), who had nothing to do with any of this mess and was— ok I dont need to pontificate about their relationship we know all about that. Instead he fixated and obsessed upon the god Balder — NOT Odin’s actual offspring, but LIKE a son to the king and queen, universally adored by all, a second golden child to pose with Thor (forget the fact that Odin had two children!! Nope THESE were the two golden boys! AAHUHHGHGGH—)

As revenge for what Odin had done to Hela Fen and Jor, Loki killed Balder in cold blood, though secretly (he framed someone else). However— Odin, All-Seeing, All-Knowing, and now thoroughly irritated that his problem child was continuing to ~act-out~ — knew what Loki had done. and retaliated right back, murdering Vali and Nari mere days later.

sssighssss he hadnt been there to protect them - and there was no revenge that time. not right away. this was so completely shattering, utterly completely devastating, it broke him entirely. this loss— NOW THE FIFTH AND SIXTH IN A ROW, and the most horrifying of them all— was enough to shock Loki into numb and dazed acquiescence. stifled rage simmering quietly ever after, but dulled by grief and numbed horror.

…until several years later when Loki would find out he wasn’t eVEN ODIN’S ACTUAL FUCKING SON IN THE FIRST PLACE AND ALL OF THAT LONG SIMMERING RAGE WOULD BOIL OVER INTO—

ahem anyway two movies later

the second big one - was way back DURING Elysium canon - but years ago! after Loki had first ended up down there and taken steps to not be so supervillainy. He’d done the Memory Theater with the palace and they’d all seen the horrible beats of his past, both done to him and done by him. Tory got the spirits of Vali and Nari and returned them to Loki. Loki began to believe he was in a relatively safe place, with people who he could tentatively (under his breath and behind their backs) call his friends. He relaxed— slightly.

He had some fun escapades with Jesse and Laphi — ended up pregnant — panicked and vanished, returned with an egg, hatched baby Fjöer successfully, was assured over and over and over again that Fjöer was loved and protected and nothing bad would ever happen to him, not ever again to any of his children. Fjöer was one of them — LOKI was one of them — they were both safe.

Aaaaand then Fjöer was kidnapped.

Turns out that due to Loki’s previous list of crimes — specifically the uh, GIANT one in New York immediately preceding his Elysium entrance — the Underworld was chock full of shades, y’know ghosts who had DIED during that specific…. adventure. Ghosts who were real bitter about the circumstances of their death and real suspicious of the fact that known supervillain Loki was just hanging around now and — had created a little CREATURE to presumably do nefarious things with???? Several of those ghosts proceeded to haunt the upper world to give a certain,, government agency that I surely do not need to name, some TIPS about where exactly to find and locate this new secret weapon that Loki was harboring and— right under anyone’s noses— baby bird was whisked away.

When Loki found out Fjöer was gone he knew immediately who had taken him and didn’t bother to inform the rest of the palace or ask for help,, he was immediately so consumed with utter blind fury that he just hhh. lost his mind again and set off to fucking kill, and get his baby back. EXCEPT LOKI WAS WRONG??? ABOUT WHO HAD TAKEN HIM!????

due to some unfortunately timed misheard conversations mere days before, Loki blamed Fjöer’s kidnapping on, solely, a uhh one (1) Tony stark instead— he (and the rest of the avengers) legitimately had nothing to do with it, but it didn’t matter, as Loki managed to corner him alone and. left him quite literally on the brink of death. he’d stopped just RIIGHT before— as the smoke……. Blood……. cleared— realizing in horror what he’d done but also realizing in utter panic he was no closer to FINDING Fjöer, Loki did retreat to the palace ONLY then, AFTER attacking Stark. which Tory was. not happy about. …actually furious about. Well. he had tried to hurt his baby :( what was he supposed to do!!! no more would he be letting anyone get away with taking his kids from him!!!

**except Stark hadn’t DONE anything OOPS! Jesus christ well the summary aftermath of all that is - KEEP IN MIND all of this happened completely at once in a glorious horrifying cacophony of drama and chaos — Tory managed to track down Fjöer being ACTUALLY kept by SHIELD, after getting into a huge argument with an out-of-his-mind with-rage-and-panic Loki; Loki feeling INCREDIBLY guilty for retaliating against tHE WRONG PERSON but Tory refusing to let him slaughter the entire shield team; instead redirecting his energy to healing Stark back to liiife and retreating at Tory’s furious insistence—

Tory getting Fjöer back unharmed and negotiating Loki’s safety from consequence by agreeing to keep him in the underworld forever. This was then the direct lead up to Loki being imprisoned, then being pissy enough about that to take over the magic of the Undrworld which I have spoken about at length

IN CONCLUSION —

can’t get much further than any of that. fortunately everyone’s BEEN actually safe ever after so no more revenge murder attempts Loki!!!

fhHfgkg tHANKS FOR ALLOWING ME TO WRITE ANOTHER ESSAY ily

#long post // #child death tw // #murder // #uhhhh ? #violence tw // #ELOKI #OC TALK #ASKS #CHINHANDS THANKS TBIS WAS FUN TO WRITE OUT FGKFKFKG

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

overture to the sun sounds FIRE what is it about??

It's the Skyrim Dawnguard quest line with a very traumatized former Vigilant of Stendarr & an equally traumatized werewolf becoming Serana's new parents because her old ones suck. The title is probably cooler than the actual fic itself will be, but I have had brain worms ever since finding out about Sunforest & I couldn't not take inspiration from one of their songs.

Also this fic actually has some writing instead of just my plot notes so I can post a little! As a treat

She dismounted, one hand lingering on her steed as she took two steps forward; on the third step, her hand fell from the horse to her dagger, her long fingers curling around the leather-wrapped hilt. As she drew ever closer, he still looked on at the ruins of the Hall of the Vigilant. She stopped, now the same distance from the smoking rubble as the man but from the other direction.

“Hey!”

The man startled as she called out to him, his honey brown eyes wide with surprise and some kind of unidentifiable wildness. Ellanin raised her head slightly, looking down at him even more as she sniffed the air. Only horse and man and the lingering smell of burning bodies. Something different made this man look like she did upon her first full moon after the attack.

“What happened here?” He asked, his voice cracking and hoarse from either over or underuse. Ellanin came closer to him, trudging through the powdery snow as her hand slipped from her dagger and into the inner pocket of her green wool cloak. Engaged and identified as merely human, the man didn’t seem like much threat anymore.

“Burned down by vampires. Only one of them escaped to tell us about it.”

“Oh…oh divines.” The man crouched down in the snow, practically curling in on himself. His elbows came to rest on his knees as his hands, fingers spread as if he meant to claw at his own skin and rip out his beard, covered the lower half of his face. The edges of his cloak parted, revealing the sky blue surcoat he wore over a long tunic and mail. His clothes definitely looked foreign, stuffier and more formal than anything she’d purchased from the local Nords, but pendants looked the same everywhere, and she did not need to look at the emblem on the chain hanging about his neck. Even though it was obscured by his arms the man’s reaction told her what it held.

“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news. You can see it yourself but…” Ellanin faltered, slightly, bright orange eyes darting from the crumpling Vigilant to the rubble, “hearing it is different. More real, I guess.”

“I was supposed to help them,” he croaked. Ellanin looked back at him, thin lips going tight as her front teeth clamped down over them, keeping them together.

In her silence, he continued. “I wasted so much time. If I’d been here, if I hadn’t…that godsforsaken city. I should have been here in time!”

“Tolan said there were a dozen of them. One extra set of hands wouldn’t have done much, I don’t think.”

He looked up at her, eyes conflicted as his mouth opened and closed over the words that wouldn’t leave his throat. Finally, the man averted his gaze and responded, “no, it wouldn’t have.”

She swallowed, gaze desperately going from the man, to the snowy ground. There were a couple of different things giving up like that could mean, Ellanin wanted to address neither. Not with herself or people she had ever been close to, and certainly not with a stranger. Still, she couldn’t just let him rot here in the snow.

“The survivor, Brother Tolan, he said he would meet me at some cave they’d been scoping out. Dimhollow Crypt. If you come with me, I’m sure he’d–”

“You would do that?” He asked, standing back up, “bring me with you to see…to do what I must?”

“I’ll bring you with me so he can go with you back to Fort Dawnguard…get you taken care of. How long have you been out here?”

#asks #thank you! lmao can't believe im out here writing Skyrim fic in 2023 #this is what happens when you dont give us tes vi todd #fic: overture to the sun #ocs #oc: christían amelarc #oc: ellanin salache

[scripted-downfall]

I really need to offer my thanks to this entire fandom for helping me to grasp something I never really got before (though I still occasionally struggle with getting it now).

When I first heard about the finale and what happened within, I accepted it.  For one thing, I’d expected no different.  Long before I’d even heard about the events of the finale, I’d been unfortunately certain that Sam would get his normal life and Dean would die.  My suspicions — or, perhaps, my fears — were only strengthened during the episode where Sam takes on the first trial, when Dean outright says “I'm gonna die with a gun in my hand. 'Cause that's what I have waiting for me – that's all I have waiting for me. I want you to get out. I want you to have a life – become a man of Letters, whatever. You, with a wife and kids and – and – and grandkids, living till you're fat and bald and chugging Viagra – that is my perfect ending, and it's the only one that I'm gonna get.”  By then, if I’m honest, I hadn’t thought a different ending would happen any more than Dean seemed to.

Additionally, the finale had already happened.  There was no changing it — no point in raging against something that couldn’t be altered, or mourning something that could never have been — and so that was that.  I started watching the show after filming was done — within the last year — so I had no reason to build up theories or hopes; I knew a great many spoilers when I started, and more trickled in as I went.  I made my peace with it because I might as well be content with what I got instead of driving myself mad with what could have been.

But I’ve come to realize — in large part thanks to y’all — that something being expected doesn’t make it good (if that makes sense).  Dean expected the ending he got because he didn’t see a way out of hunting.  Because he couldn’t see a way to a normal life.  Because he couldn’t envision a happy ending that he’d be able to obtain (much less deserve).  He says that’s his perfect ending — and I believe that he views it as such — but only because anything else is, he judges, impossible.  He sees himself dying on a hunt and Sam getting a normal life because he’s the grunt and Sam’s the one to be protected at all costs.  But that doesn’t mean it’s the best ending — the one that would make him happiest — as much as it means that it’s the best he can foresee.

There’s no way that this is the best ending for the Dean Winchester we’ve seen: the one we’ve followed for fifteen seasons, the one who’s been mother and father and brother to Sam and does everything for family, the one who’s one of the preeminent hunters… well, ever.  There’s no way that his best ending would completely wipe out a character — at least a best friend and brother, though quite probably more, in my opinion — from anything but a single line mentioned in passing (Cas).  There’s no way that his best ending would be one that perpetuates the idea that Sam deserves normalcy and happiness, while his brother is relegated to death-by-nail.  There’s no way that his best ending would leave him confined to the Heaven we saw, one too empty for a man as family-oriented as Dean (and yes, I do recognize that COVID seems to be the reason for its emptiness, but, regardless, it is the ending we got, so the point stands); additionally, it’s very notable that he finds out Mary and John aren’t far away, and his immediate response is to get into his car and drive far in the other direction.  

We make jokes about Dean collecting children and “nesting” in the bunker (and they’re accurate and, often, hilarious), but the fact remains that Dean wanted a normal life.  That he’d adopted a dog.  That he had a job application on his desk.  That he’s been shown throughout the show to have this innate desire for something that was ripped away from him with an ill-placed piece of rebar.

And, thanks to the people on this site, I’ve come to realize that it’s okay to be pissed as hell about this.  That I don’t have to settle for what happened simply because it’s the way things shook out.  That the ending being expected or foreshadowed doesn’t make it good; it just makes it expected and foreshadowed.  I’ll admit that I cried the first time I saw some of the scenes of the finale, and I did so because a character I loved had died; now, I’m filled less with sadness at the death itself and more at the futility of it all.  At the way he deserved better than what he got.  At the way we deserved better than what we got.

Anyway, I’m sorry for the very me-centric post — I try to avoid those because it feels… idk, selfish?  Arrogant?  I’m not even sure anyone else feels the same, or if this is completely meaningless to anyone who might happen to read this. — but I’ve only recently come to this realization, so this is my attempt to sort through my thoughts.  It’s also an attempt at expressing gratitude, so… thank you.

#supernatural #spn #spn s15 #supernatural season 15 #dean winchester #sam winchester #carry on #15x20 #spn 15x20 #thank you all #sorry though #probably not an interesting post #i thank you for your patience

[botherkupo]

one night (chapter 2)

struggling to draw, but apparently i’m good for writing so here’s the next chapter lol

ao3

2: return to cinderella 

Adrien sat on the hotel bed with mechanical stiffness, his expression vacant, as if his mind had floated away like dandelion seeds on the wind. Just poof. Gone. It was understandable since he was still reeling from the knowledge that he’d slept with Marinette, one of his best friends, except he hadn’t known it was her at the time, and then she’d thought he was Chat Noir because of the stupid mask, and then she’d run away, and then—

He groaned and ripped his mask off. Why? Why had he got so drunk yesterday? So what if university exams had been stressing him out, on top of modelling, akuma fighting, and publicity events. He should have known better than to think alcohol would be the magic cure. Instead, all of that alcohol had led him into the arms of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

And she was a really good kisser. Like really good. Wow.

Wait, he shouldn’t think things like that. Those were bad thoughts. Marinette was his friend. His no-touch, out-of-bounds, meant-to-be platonic friend.

Who he’d had sex with.

Damn it. This was so messed up.

He let out another frustrated groan and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, flopping back against the bed so he was spread out like a tragic starfish. The Pose of Despair did not help. Her scent lingered on the rumpled sheets, whispering of soft skin, silky lips, and fire-sparking pleasure. Every breath was a memory of her.

Yeah. He was so, so screwed.

“It’s just ‘cause she reminded me of Ladybug,” he told himself. “It was an accident. If I’d known it was her, I wouldn’t have …”

He bit his lip. What would he have done if they had removed their masks and he’d seen Marinette’s face? Would he have wanted to keep kissing her? Would he have stayed?

He swallowed, throat bobbing. The fact he wasn’t certain was answer enough.

“Forget about it,” he muttered. “Just pretend it didn’t happen.”

That’s what Marinette wanted. He could respect that. Maybe. Okay, probably not. The memories were too vivid. There was no way he could forget about their Night of Passion™ easily. Plus, even if she thought he was Chat Noir, he was still her friend, Adrien Agreste, and that meant he would have to see her regularly. Except she wouldn’t know it was him, only he would, which meant he was the only one who would be uncomfortable, which meant—

Gah! He was going in circles again.

Adrien sat up and slapped his cheeks twice. “Focus,” he ordered.

It was time to be practical. Awkward or not, he couldn’t let her know that she had slept with one of her close friends and not some random guy she thought was Chat Noir. Ladybug would kill him if he exposed his identity, especially to fix a one-night stand gone wrong. He would just have to pull on his big boy shoes and deal with it.

Which brought him to his next problem.

He picked up one of the blue heels on the floor—the same one she had tripped over. Unlike Cinderella, she’d left both her heels behind in her mad rush to escape. It would have been funny had the situation been different. As it was, her hasty retreat had been a huge blow to his self-esteem. He had to keep telling himself it was just because she was embarrassed and not because he totally sucked in bed. Yes, that had to be it.

“She didn’t have to steal my shirt, though,” he muttered.

She was lucky he could transform into Chat Noir, otherwise he would have been stuck going home shirtless, and that would have got way too much attention. Speaking of which, where had Plagg got to?

“Plagg?” Adrien called. “You there?”

He didn’t like Plagg hanging around him when he got, uh, intimate with people. Granted, this was the first time he’d had a one-night stand, so it wasn’t like Plagg could make a fuss about it. Still, Plagg shouldn’t have gone too far. He hoped. A horrible vision presented itself: Plagg invading the hotel kitchen looking for cheese.

That sounded terrifyingly possible.

“Plagg?”

He peered under the bed. Nothing. Marinette’s strapless bra was hanging from the lampshade, though.

Heat spread over Adrien’s face. He picked up the bra, trying very hard to repress a fresh onslaught of memories. He still had to figure out what to do with her belongings. It wasn’t like he could keep them, and it felt wrong to toss them out. The best thing would be to return them to her somehow, but the question was how? She didn’t want to see Chat Noir, and he couldn’t do it as Adrien.

He sighed and tugged on his jeans. Whatever. He’d figured that out later. For now, he just had to find Plagg and get out of here.

oOo

“You’re being pretty quiet, kid,” Plagg said, sprawled on the mini fridge and swallowing a whole wheel of stinky camembert. “Still thinking about last night?”

Adrien choked on his juice. Orange droplets sprayed all over his phone, and he had to hit his chest several times before he could breathe again. Plagg’s cackling did not help.

“Looks like that was a yes,” Plagg said gleefully. “Pigtails must have really been something.”

“Shut up.”

More cackling.

Adrien scowled and wiped the juice off his phone. Plagg hadn’t stopped teasing him ever since they’d left the hotel. He seemed to take evil delight in knowing that Marinette was the girl from the club.

“You should just ask her out,” Plagg said. “Make it all official, as you humans call it. It’s obvious you like her.”

“I can’t do that. She thinks I’m Chat Noir! I mean, I am Chat Noir, but—but that’s not the point. Besides, I love Ladybug and—”

Plagg burst out laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” But the traitor actually wiped a tear of laughter from his eye.

Adrien scrunched his nose in disgust and went back to scrolling through social media apps on his phone. Easy way to pass time. Not so great at redirecting his thoughts, especially since whenever Marinette’s name popped up in the comments, his heart would do a little stutter flop. Hi, that stuttering beat seemed to say. Remember when you slept with your friend? Well, you do now. Vividly. Ha, ha, ha.

Adrien tossed his phone aside. Damn it. Nothing was helping him to forget.

He glanced towards his window where Marinette’s belongings lay hidden in a Mr Banana tote bag. (Bought for him as a joke from Ladybug.) He really needed to get rid of Marinette’s stuff soon. It would be just his luck for one of the cleaning staff to find them, and then rumours would spread all over the house that he had been sneaking girls into his room. And then Nathalie would hear about it, because she always did when it came to these things, and Adrien would have to suffer through a very uncomfortable, very unwanted conversation. (He should know. He’d been there before when he was fifteen.)

“I got it!” he exclaimed, shooting to his feet. “I’ll just leave them on her balcony.”

“Huh?” Plagg stuffed a piece of cheese in his mouth, making his cheeks balloon out. “Leave wha—”

“Plagg, transform me!”

Green light flashed and Plagg disappeared. All that was left on the mini fridge was a cheese wrapper.

Adrien scooped up the tote bag and shoved the window open, leaping out with his baton to vault to the next rooftop. It was a cloudy night, but that didn’t matter since he could never see the stars anyway with all the city lights fogging everything up in one big soupy glow. (But he had pulled a cheesy one-liner on Ladybug once by saying he loved watching the stars in Paris—the stars in her eyes, that is.)

Marinette’s rooftop came into view. Her bedroom light was on, but the balcony was clear. Perfect. So long as he avoided the window and the skylight, she’d have no idea that he was there.

He landed on the balcony and retracted his baton. Carefully, he removed her belongings from the bag and then paused, biting his lip as he glanced around. Should he leave them on the table? But then her stuff would be too exposed, and maybe a pigeon would poop on them or something. (And then Marinette would hate him even more. Pigeon poop was horrible to clean, no matter what Mr Ramier claimed.)

His brow wrinkled. He could put her things back in the bag and leave that for her, of course, but that would mean parting with the Mr Banana bag, and he couldn’t give up Ladybug’s gift that easily. Nostalgic memories were awakened every time he looked at that ugly grinning face. Banananoir and Bikerbug had made an epic duo that night.

“Ah, whatever,” he mumbled. “I’ll leave them on the table.”

He’d just knock on her skylight before he left so she’d come out and find them. No pigeon poop catastrophes could happen then. All would be well, and he would be far on his way.

Pleased with his clever thinking, he was about to carry out this plan when he heard the sound of nightmares: the mechanical click of a latch being unfastened, as disturbing as the pebble that sends ripples through a silent-still pond.

His shoulders tensed. His jaw clenched.

“You!”

Marinette’s shriek pierced his ears. He winced and slowly turned to face her, conscious of the fact he was holding her shoes in one hand while he clutched her bra and top in the other. And it was awkward. So painfully awkward.

Her face went pinker than her pink pyjama pants. “You—why are you—”

“I’m just returning these!” he said, impulsively shoving them into her arms.

Bad idea. Very bad idea. Now he was close to her, and he could smell the fruity sweet scent of her shampoo, and his heart was stuttering all over again like, Hey dude, this is the friend you had sex with. Doesn’t she look pretty under the soft glow of the fairy lights?

“This is so mortifying,” Marinette whispered, eyes squeezing shut.

He stood there like a useless lump of flesh trapped in Error mode. No thoughts. Just error, error, error. This was not helping to ease the Awkward. In fact, the Awkward was becoming an unnatural force cocooning them inside a bubble of hell.

He needed to do something. Say something.

“Can I have my shirt back?”

Not that!

She raised her head and stared at him like they were enacting a dramatic scene in a Korean drama, and he had just accused her (wrongfully) of having a secret love affair with his husband. Big gasps all around. Prepare to be splashed with a cup of water, Marinette.

“What?” she said.

“It’s just, it’s one of my favourite shirts and you, uh, kinda took off with it.”

Wow, he just couldn’t stop talking. Maybe he should take a page from Marinette’s book. Flee before any further mistakes could be made.

“You still have it, right?” he said.

Idiot. Stop talking.

Her blush darkened. “I—yes. I have it. And it’s not like I planned to run away with it! I’m not some creep trying to collect souvenirs from my one-night stands. Not that I have one-night stands. I mean, I did with you, but you were the first and—” She clenched her mouth shut, took a breath, and then continued her bullet-train rapid rambling. “I just happened to be wearing your shirt, okay? That’s why I took it. There was no special reason or anything. It was completely unintentional and—and it’s your fault for letting me wear it last night!”

He blinked. It was all he could do after having her throw words at him like a machine shooting tennis balls at his face. “Okay,” he managed to say.

“Good.”

The Awkward reared its ugly head. It was a cloak of silence choking them both.

He cleared his throat. “Um, so the shirt?”

Might as well take this disaster all the way. Plus, it was true that he wanted it back.

“Right,” Marinette said. “The shirt. I’ll go get it. You, uh, wait here.”

She vanished inside her room. He fidgeted with his ring and shifted from foot to foot. Soon, she was climbing back through the skylight and gave him his shirt.

“There,” she said, not meeting his gaze. “Now we have no reason to see each other.”

He opened his mouth to respond, but then he closed it again, not sure what he wanted to say anyway. All he knew was that their friendship, odd as it was with sporadic heart-to-hearts and random outings, was now ruined. It was kind of depressing. Even if he could still hang out with her as Adrien, he’d enjoyed spending time with her as Chat Noir.

Stupid alcohol. Stupid hormones.

“You should go,” she said.

He nodded and took a step towards the balcony railing, but then he paused. “Marinette?”

She jumped like a startled rabbit and swung back to face him. “Yes?”

“Was it really that bad?”

The words spilled free before he could stop them. They stared at each in horrified, mutual understanding: he, because he couldn’t believe he’d just said that; she, because he’d basically just asked if he was terrible in bed, and that’s why she didn’t want to see him anymore.

She coughed and looked the other way, pink spreading over her face like a hot slap to her cheeks. “Um—”

“Forget I said that!” he blurted. “I just—it’s nothing. I’m gonna go now.” He shot finger guns at her and vaulted over the balcony.

#ml #marichat #one night #my writing