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[dangandeez]

I’ve risen from the grave to announce that yes part 2 is in the works and honestly nearly done! Stay tuned! :)

Forgive Me - Gundham Tanaka x Reader

! angst ! spoilers for chapter 4 of sdr2 !

cw: mentions of food, starvation, etc

Gundham's beloved is getting hit extra hard by the starvation motive, he can't handle watching them suffer. Takes place during chapter 4, so uh.. y'all know what to expect, right? (I'm sorry)

“My dearest one, why are you forgoing nutrients?” Gundham asked in concern as you turned down a plate at breakfast.

“I’m just not hungry is all. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. If it makes you feel better, my dark lord, I’ll have a bit extra at dinner, alright?” You smiled at your not-so-secret boyfriend.

Gundham had panicked when you collapsed the first time. He refused to allow you to so much as stand unless it was necessary, saying that you needed to conserve your energy. "Guess I made a mistake this morning, huh?" You laughed nervously.

When you fully passed out after tai-chi the next morning, his heart sank, and he cradled your head for a moment before he carried you to your shared room, the others looking on, not quite knowing what to say or do. Looks of pity, and of concern, filled the faces of your friends.

After resting for awhile, you woke up in bed with Gundham laying beside you, propped on his elbow, his other hand lovingly stroking your cheek. His eyes held concern, and something that you couldn’t quite read. You smiled up at him regardless, weakly reaching up to mimic his actions on his own cheek.

He shut his eyes for a moment, and rested his forehead against yours. Your hand was so cold, so unlike the usual warmth of your skin.

“Forgive me, my dark queen.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Huh? What for?”

“…You will have your answers when we are free from this wretched place.” You swallowed hard, not knowing what he meant, but something in your heart was screaming that it wasn’t anything good. You figured it was something actually outside of the hell-house, and left it at that. Maybe he had been planning something, and due to being stuck in here, it would've gone awry by the time you're both released. What else could he have meant?

He moved to place a kiss to your forehead before going back to his original position. The two of you spent some time just gently caressing each other, and Gundham’s eyes continues roaming your body, seemingly trying to commit every last detail to memory. He’d been littering light kisses over your face, the back of your hand, anywhere he could reach really. This was odd.

“Are you feeling okay? You aren’t developing delayed despair disease, are you?” You half-joked, only to be met with furrowed brows and intense eyes.

“What makes you ask such a thing?”

“You’re just.. never this affectionate.” You said, a blush dusting your cheeks. “I’m not complaining, just an observation.” There was silence for a moment, his eyes searching yours, with such a far away sorrow in his own.

“You are just so weak, my beloved. To see you in a state such as this.. It pains me. If my affection will give you any comfort, then I shall happily give you all that I have to give.” He spoke softly, honestly. “You must understand, there is nothing that I would not do for you.” As he said this, he leaned down to kiss your lips. Something else that was rare. Gundham never kissed you without a reason. Though you weren’t going to question it, assuming he truly meant what he said. He just wanted to make you feel better, that's all this is.

“I love you, my dark one.” He whispered against your lips, before pressing his own back to them.

“I did not know that I could feel such things, not for another human.” He connected your lips once more, each kiss filled with a determined passion.

“Though you, my dearest, are so much more than a mere human.” Another kiss.

“You are radiant.” Kiss.

“Enchanting.” Kiss.

“You truly are an angel from the highest peaks of heaven.” Kiss.

“But for you to be so close to me? To love me - mankind’s most fearsome monster? Evil incarnate?” Kiss.

“Oh, your fall from the heavens into hell must have been excruciating.” Kiss.

“But you crawled your way to the surface, only to find me.” Kiss.

“A blessing that I truly never take for granted.” Kiss.

“I am so, very, deeply in love with you, my dearest fallen angel.” His voice wavered only slightly, as he kissed you one final time, lasting longer than the others. His lower lip trembled against yours, which you took note of. When he pulled away there were tears brimming his eyes, that he desperately tried to blink away.

He looked at you as if he would never see you again.

“Gundham, my love,” You weakly pulled him down into another short kiss, parting once again so that he could see the sincerity in your eyes, though your hand never left his cheek. “There is no force strong enough in all of the universe and those neighboring it to keep me away from you. From the highest peaks of heaven, to the darkest pits of hell, rest assured that I will always find my way back to you, my beloved. After all, I’m a servant sworn to serve under my dark overlord of ice for all of eternity.” You smiled weakly. He took your hand from his cheek to press a kiss to the palm.

“You are wrong. You are so much more than a servant under me - you are my dark queen, ruling by my side.”

“I adore you, Gundham. Nothing could ever stand in the way of my love for you. There simply is no force strong enough.” You spoke so earnestly, with so much love in your voice. Gundham returned your small smile, though he continued trying to keep his tears at bay as he rested his forehead against yours once more. Mostly so that you couldn’t see the wetness in his eyes.

It struck you then, that these sounded almost like vows. You suddenly found yourself picturing what your wedding might be like, after you get off of this island together.

It was getting late now, and he could tell that you were growing tired. But he didn't want this to end.

He knew what he had to do. It was for your sake, after all.

“There is something I wish to give you.” He said, sitting up enough to make use of both hands, removing the earring from his ear. The Hellhound Earring, one of his most prized possessions. Though the jewelry usually adorning your pierced lobes were small pearls, he entrusted you with the trinket.

“B-But-“

“I’d like you to have it.” There was an urgent intensity in his eyes that you couldn’t refuse. With a blush gracing your cheeks, you took hold of the earring with shaky hands. Smiling, you removed the earring on your right ear, and replaced it with the Hellhound Earring - knowing that was the side that he always wore it on.

“Could I offer you a trade?” You proposed, a lopsided grin on your face as your eyes shone. The sparkle in your eyes in this moment made Gundham smile, and he accepted your offer, fastening the small pearl earring in place of his own.

He returned beside you, resting on his elbow yet again. You couldn’t help but think how uncomfortable it must be. His eyes held too many swirling emotions for you to read, as he cupped your cheek once again and brought his lips to yours in one more passionate kiss. Pulling back afterwards to admire your beauty once again - the way your eyes shone brighter than the stars themselves, your kind smile, and the mismatched earrings adorning your ears. He couldn’t help but to place one last kiss on your lips.

“We should rest.” He stated, though he didn’t want to. He didn’t want these last moments alone with you to end. But you were so weak. So frail. And you looked so very tired.

“Can we still talk until I fall asleep?” You asked with your lower lip sticking out in a pleading pout. He chuckled softly, placing a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Of course, my beloved fallen angel.”

And so you did. He laid down fully, and you cuddled closely, talking about whatever topics came to mind. Eventually, you stopped responding, and Gundham knew that sleep had finally claimed you for the night. It had always brought him a sense of peace, for you to fall asleep first, in his arms like this. Though tonight, it only hurt, and he found himself having to hold his breath to stop a sob from forming, he couldn't risk waking you. As much as he'd like more time with you.

He didn’t have much time before he’d have to leave your side, to put his plan into motion. But the time he did have, he spent savoring every breath you took, and every small sound you made in your sleep. He savored everything that he could see of you, as well as your scent, the softness of your skin under his hands - he savored every last bit of you that he could. He drifted to sleep only briefly before he was awoken by the Devas as instructed.

As he carefully unwound himself from you, careful not to wake you, he placed one last, long kiss to your forehead, a few stray tears finally falling as he replayed your vows from the previous night.

“Forgive me, my love.”

[dangandeez]

I read your recent Levi fic and I absolutely love your writing??? May I request a canon verse Levi fic too? A fic where the reader is Levi's wife and she visits him at the survey corps and a lot of the people are in awe of her and are shocked finding out the husband she's looking for is Levi? Just some funny fluff! Bonus points for the reader being more soft and affectionate in public with him so we have a cute embarrassed Levi LOL tysm!

The Wife

Levi Ackerman x Reader (Mayyybe some Erwin x Reader?)

Summary: : A particularly breathtaking woman has decided to visit, and gossip is strife in the Scouting Legion.

Warnings: SFW / mentions of a miscarriage

Wordcount: 7.1K

Genre: Tooth rotting FLUFF

A/N: EEEKK this took soo long! But thank you for appreciating my scribbles, anon! I try :> Also, I absolutely LIVE for this request, I'm so glad you asked for it <3

Maria's Scribblings MASTERLIST

Depending on who you are, Sundays in the Scouting Legion either meant you get to finally have your once a week visit to go home and see your family, or-- if you’re Eren, Armin, Mikasa, Ymir, Christa, Reiner, and Bertholdt-- you don’t have a family to go home to, and so you get to spend Sundays lazing around and keeping post in the Legion’s base.

But it isn’t all too bad! Sundays can be quite eventful if you’ve got a good eye for entertainment. Because where Eren is glad he’s finally fucking free of that bastard Jean’s neighing, the rest of the newly minted 104th recruits of the Scouting Legion get to keep themselves up to speed in the military’s juicy, juicy gossip.

And if they’re lucky, Sundays would let them see scandal unfold! In fact, Ymir can’t tell you how many stories she’s heard of Officers’ mistresses visiting the compound. Or of Officers whose wives just visited the morning before, visiting their mistresses the afternoon later!

For Commanding Officers specifically, affairs are fairly easy to spot since most of them don’t leave the compound even on Sundays, thanks to their mountains of paperwork. No one’s judging them though; they are only human after all. And there is an understanding amongst Legion soldiers that a few trysts with prostitutes—like Squad Leader Zacharias’ happy excursions with a woman named ‘Babydoll’-- could slide every now and then considering their lifestyle. The job doesn’t exactly allow for many long term attachments.

There’s also the matter of figuring out which soldier is sleeping with who.

Did that Squad Leader’s subordinate just stay in his office all day? Not even coming out once?

Or perhaps, who may be secretly married with kids without telling anyone, including a fellow Scout that they’ve been sleeping with.

Maybe a few civilian girlfriends here and there.

Once, Bertholdt had to gently lead out a weeping woman who’s apparently fallen pregnant, and was telling a Scout that the child was his.

Now, Mikasa didn’t give a rat’s ass about it all.

Eren just does his job with an almost impressive single-mindedness, but he reacts every now and then.

Armin tries not get too caught up in it all, but he often ends up being the one to unravel whatever compelling mystery-scandal they’ve got, because of course he does.

Bertholdt just listens quietly, so quietly you can hear him praying to the goddesses that their superiors don’t catch them. But he’s also the one who would end up telling Connie, Sasha, and Jean everything once they come back the next day.

Reiner gives a snide comment or two, always trying to rationalize things before jumping to conclusions. He’s probably the only person who’s actually actively listening to Ymir.

Christa hisses at Ymir to stop gossiping about their superiors’ sex lives, that it’s not right. All while secretly curious about the gossip, but never admitting to it.

And Ymir? Ymir just laughs at Christa, and proceeds to gossip some more. She loves this shit. Lives for it even.

“Oh loosen up! It’s literally my only form of entertainment these days,” she would say.

But there was one riveting piece of gossip that’s got them all glued to every word Ymir says. Yes, even Mikasa.

“I swear I heard that Captain Levi’s got a secret girlfriend somewhere! A particularly young girlfriend, in fact.”

“We’re all but three weeks in the Scouts and already, you’re starting a smear campaign on the Captain,” Christa admonishes.

“It’s not a smear campaign if it’s true,” Ymir quips back.

"Uh huh, and who’s your ‘reputable’ source this time?” Reiner chimes in, shaking out a fresh load of hay for the horses. The cadets have been tasked to guard the main gate as well as the stables nearby for the day’s expected visitors and soldiers going in and out of the compound.

“I overheard my Squad Leader whisper about it.” Ymir’s smug snicker was all Christa needed to pause what she’s doing.

In fact, it made them all pause. If the Squad Leaders were whispering about it, then it must hold water.

Mikasa was the first to speak, nonchalantly going back to her task, “Well, I wouldn’t put it past an officer who would openly beat up a helpless man on his knees just to prove a point.” Eren responded by muttered that he was fine.

“Right? Besides, Captain Short Stack’s in clear need of a good lay!” Ymir guffawed, piling onto Mikasa’s spite. This time, it was Christa’s turn to chide.

“Don’t talk about the Captain like that! It’s not right, Ymir. We’re going to get into some serious trouble because of this.” And as long as it’s Christa disagreeing with something, you best believe Reiner would take her side straight away.

“Christa’s right,” he says, Ymir rolling her eyes at the way he puffs out his chest in bravado. “There’s no reason for us to gossip like hens. Besides,” Reiner grins mischievously to his friends, “I heard Commander Erwin's wife is coming today.”

“And so?” Bertholdt raises an eyebrow at him.

Reiner takes his closest friend in a clutch around his arm. “And so, I heard she’s a hot piece of ass, Bertie!”

Annoyed, Bertholdt shakes him off. “Call me Bertie one more time, and I’ll tell Jean you’ve been fantasizing over the girls he draws.” A threat which promptly shuts Reiner up with a conceding gesture.

“The Commander’s married?” Christa asks curiously.

“And how hot is the wife exactly?” Eren nudges Reiner. Reiner would’ve given the younger cadet the low down if it weren’t for Mikasa’s death glares trained right on Reiner’s jugular.

“Err… I’ll tell you another time, Eren.”

Waving her hands in the air, Ymir intervenes. “Yeah and who the hell cares about Commander Erwin’s babe of a wife anyways—put your hand down, Reiner.”

“And I thought you were a woman of culture,” Reiner grumbled.

Ignoring the blonde man, Ymir continued excitedly. “The meat gets juicier! Seems like Captain Levi’s young girlfriend was his lieutenant.”

There was a collective gasp.

“No.” It was the first time Armin spoke. Ymir nodded enthusiastically.

“Yup! Before Petra, she was the only girl in the Special Ops Squad. Handpicked by our esteemed Captain, of course.” Ymir looks to her friends conspiratorially, her eyes conveying what was said between the lines.

“A-are you saying she… had an affair with her superior?” Armin could barely say the words. Very dangerous words.

“And it seems like the Captain got his favorite pregnant and so she had to be quietly dismissed and sent away. My Squad Leader even mentioned catching her leaving his office well into the wee hours of the night. Even spotting matching hickeys on them both.” Ymir snorted. “Who would’ve thought, huh? Captain Levi? She must be a fucking bombshell for the Captain to even notice her. Or a saint. Because who the fuck wants to deal with Captain Scrooge McShorty? Never thought I’d see the day when I’d hear a woman is actually interested in that midget. But I suppose a rank adds a few inches, eh?”

All while Ymir was yapping along, the rest of the cadets were quiet.

“…So the Captain has a kid?” Eren could barely wrap his head around what he just heard. It just doesn’t check out to him. Captain Levi, for all his singular tastes and dangerous temper, did not strike Eren as the type to take advantage of his young subordinates.

Ymir frowned. “Well. From what I heard, she miscarried.”

Armin was still, “That’s not why she was sent away w-was she?”

In a snap, Christa shook her head vehemently. “Stop that! How can you say those nasty things about another woman, Ymir?! From what I know, Squad Leader Klaus doesn’t have the best track record either, so who is he to judge?!” Christa’s little face was contorted in loathing now. And she was right. Klaus’s reputation precedes him, and it certainly isn’t a good one.

Mikasa sighs, standing by Christa comfortingly. She was no avid advocate for the Captain, but she can recognize blatant misogyny when she sees it. “True or not, talk like that has no room in our job description. The Captain’s personal affairs is none of our business, and frankly,” Mikasa’s face scrunches up in disgust. “I’d rather not know. Let’s just finish up here before the next wave of visitors arrive.”

It was then that a soldier from outside Legion perimeters hollers to the cadets to open the main gate; a visitor was to stable their horse. Bertholdt and Reiner jog to yank open the gates to let in a rider with a lady riding side-saddle on pillion as his passenger.

A very pregnant lady riding side-saddle on pillion, indeed.

Hurriedly, Reiner helps the woman down the moment he saw her condition, being the biggest of the bunch. Once he sets her down in a graceful sweep, very careful to be gentle, Reiner was immediately struck frozen to his spot.

This very pregnant lady was absolutely gorgeous.

Her beauty was only accentuated by the pretty smile she offered the strong blonde soldier, when she beamed up at him with a, “Thank you, Cadet. Would you terribly mind showing my steward where he can stable the horse, as well as where he can rest with some food and drink?”

While Reiner was slack-jawed and stupid trying to formulate a coherent answer, the woman’s steward dismounted and handed the lady a full-looking wicker basket. Most likely bearing treats and food for whoever she was visiting in the Scouts, judging by the wonderful smell of baked goods coming from it. Quickly, Bertholdt and Eren swoop in.

“I’ll stable the horse for your steward, ma’am. We’ll give him some fresh hay, too,” Bertholdt says, already getting a hold of the horse’s reins. He looks to the steward, “If you’ll just follow me, sir. I’ll show where the refreshments and the nearest inn are after I stable the horse.”

And Eren, also already dumbstruck by their new lovely visitor, immediately offered to carry the woman’s basket for her. With an equally charming smile, she thanks Bertholdt, and gratefully hands Eren the basket—whose face blooms into a blush when she said he was too kind.

“She’s… so beautiful. Like, in an elegant way,” Christa quietly squeaks to Ymir who, just as in awe, distractedly replied with a, “Must be the pregnancy glow hormones.”

But something makes her stop.

The woman had a wedding ring.

This wasn’t just any pretty visitor, this was a very beautiful married woman come to visit the Scouts who—judging by the fine horse and the personal steward—must be connected to somebody high-ranking indeed.

“Psst! Reiner!” Ymir nudges at the still stuttering oaf. Her eyes dart to the lady then back to Reiner.

“That’s the Commander’s wife!”

Before the realization fully sunk into Reiner’s ogling face, Armin and Mikasa quickly jumped into protocol.

“I presume you are here to visit your husband, ma’am?” Mikasa asks courteously.

The woman smiles kindly, “I am.” Already expecting that she would have to be escorted to her husband’s office, immediately follows with, “His office is at the Commander’s Corridor in the North Wing.”

In a wordless look amongst the Cadets, the 104th immediately recognized that this lady was indeed who they thought she was at her reply. After all, who else would she be visiting in the Commander’s Corridor of all places?

“Alright, Cadet Braun and I will just go up to inform him that you’re here so that you won’t have to climb all the way up. We wouldn’t you to strain yourself, ma’am,” Armin says, taking the woman’s pregnancy into consideration. But the woman said otherwise.

“Oh, no need for that! He’s a busy man, I understand. And he probably won’t take kindly to you kids disturbing his work. Besides,” she says with a twinkle on her eye. “I want to surprise my husband, considering he hasn’t seen me in months.” A hand smooths over her large belly, telling the Cadets exactly what she means. At that, Armin and Christa especially smile back at her, saying they completely understand.

“But do allow us to go ahead and alert him that you’re here. It’s protocol, you see,” Armin said apologetically. The woman just nods and says it’s all fine, as Armin taps at Reiner before they begin to jog up to Commander Erwin’s office.

Turning back to the visitor, Mikasa tells her that as is also protocol, the rest of them would have to escort her up; also so that they could assist her in her climb up. Hardworking as always, Eren eagerly nods with the basket in hand; always ready to serve, as the woman agrees. And so, with Mikasa and Eren leading the group, Christa walks by the woman right behind the two, as Ymir walks at the tail-end of the group.

~

As they were walking past the courtyard, Christa looks up to the North Wing—the highest of the livable offices in the base—and then looks worriedly to the woman she and her friends were escorting.

“Ma’am? Are you absolutely sure you can climb up? It’s a lot of stairs to the top of the highest office wing. We wouldn’t want to endanger you.” They’ve reached the bottom of the steps leading up to the Commander’s Corridor, cueing Christa and Ymir to flank the pregnant woman in order to support and assist her up; allowing Christa to hold her hand, while Ymir rest a ready hand at the base of her back.

The woman just laughs indulgently. “Don’t worry Cadet, I’m made of tougher stuff than you think.” She winks at Christa.

“I was once a Scout like you, you know.”

“You were a Scout?!” Ymir gasped in surprise. Mikasa gives her a sharp look for the impolite shock in Ymir’s voice. But the woman didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she humored the question.

“Oh yes, how do you think I met my husband? We were in the same squad when we did,” she smiled.

With wide eyes, Eren swivels and starts going up the steps backwards to exclaim, “Damn, you must be really good!” (An action which Mikasa promptly calls out, jabbing him in the side to make him face front.) For her to be a part of the Commander’s Squad, she must at least be an above average soldier.

The woman just gave a modest shrug, “Well, I was already a veteran when I married. So I suppose I was.”

With thoughtful eyes, Christa asks, “It must have been difficult to leave the Scouts. It’s for a happy occasion of course, but I can’t imagine it was ever easy to readjust to a new life.”

The lady purses her lips playfully, her bright eyes looking up in thought. “Weeell, having to be a Scout is pretty darn difficult, I’d say. Especially when I had to serve at the vanguard before I could become a full-fledged veteran. So setting down a Scout’s mantel was fairly easy.” It was a lighthearted but plainly honest answer. Then her face turned solemn. “But I’d say the hardest part was to leave my husband to it all.”

She looks to the young and curious eyes around her. “There’s something about leaving your spouse to the perils of being a Scout that’s terrifying. Knowing that while I’m safely cooped up with his child in my belly, he’s still out there risking his life with no guarantee that he’d make it out alive. It kept me up at night. Especially knowing how truly dangerous those perils are because I, myself have experienced them. And I would wonder, who would look out for him now? Because it was I who looked out for him.” Like a spell broken, she shakes her head, and her brilliant smile comes back to light up her face.

“Yet still, if a little bit of fear and bravery is all it takes to spend a life with him, to be the woman who gets to love him forever, then so be it. My husband is a skilled soldier. I trust that he can take care of himself.”

Christa—and secretly, Mikasa—all but swooned and sighed at how romantic their visitor’s words were. Ymir meanwhile, was eager to hear more as the group was nearing the mezzanine.

“How was it? Dating as soldiers, I mean. I can’t imagine it was particularly welcomed that you were dating the Scout’s top-dog,” Ymir says carefully assisting the woman through the last few steps. The woman wiped at the sweat on her forehead with a kerchief, and took a deep breath; the flight of stairs already getting to her. Still, she gave her usual lovely smile to Ymir.

“The relationship was certainly kept under wraps. People have suspected that I’m dating someone, but they never could figure out who.” She chuckled to herself. “I can’t imagine how not, with the many times I locked myself in my husband’s office to help him with late night ‘paperwork’ back then,” she says with air quotes, grinning at the Cadets’ blushing faces in realization of what she meant.

“And when I finally fell pregnant, and the cat was out of the bag, people couldn’t believe who exactly I was dating either, much less that he’s the father of my child. ‘How could someone like him, be with someone like her,’ they would say,” the woman laughed.

Ymir-- who was positively charmed by their visitor’s warmth and bubbly energy-- scoffed in jest. After all, it only made sense for a lovely woman to fall in love with an equally lovely man.

“Please, you’re a perfect match for Commander Erwin!”

~

Meanwhile, walking along the Commander’s Corridor, Armin and Bertholdt—who joined them on the way after he finished his errand— had the unfortunate opportunity to spend the walk to Commander Erwin’s office listening to Reiner gush about how beautiful that pregnant visitor they just had was.

“The Commander’s one damn lucky bloke!” Reiner moans, a hand rubbing his face.

“Well what did you expect? Have you seen the Commander? Of course he’d have a gorgeous wife,” Bertholdt replies blandly, already tired of Reiner’s constant groaning.

“And maybe it’s best not to lust after the Commander’s pregnant wife, Reiner,” Armin reminds nervously, eyes darting around in case anyone were to hear Reiner adulations.

Reiner sighed, “You’re right. Besides, if I were husband to a woman like that, I’d make sure to get her pregnant. I’d go absolutely feral, I’d tell ya!” Reiner smirks, elbowing a wincing and a grossed out Armin and Bertholdt.

“Shut up Rei, I don’t want that image in my head,” Bertholdt deadpans.

“Okay be quiet now, we’re here.” Armin says, as the three stop in front of the Commander’s door.

Bertholdt went ahead and gave three respectful knocks.

Oddly enough, instead of the usual prompt reply of their usually prompt Commander, the cadets heard a series of muffled shuffling and a few bangs on wood. Then finally, came Erwin Smith’s—albeit slightly strained—baritone.

“Come in!”

Armin could’ve sworn he heard giggling after the Commander’s reply, but Bertholdt turned the knob and swung the door open nonetheless.

To their surprise, they found the Commander with none other than Petra Ral in his office.

“Is it just me or did we interrupt something?” Armin discreetly whispers to Reiner, eyeing the slightly disheveled appearance of their Commander as well as the hurriedly awkward way Petra is combing down her ginger hair.

“Sorry to disturb you on a Sunday, Sir. But we’d thought to let you know that you’re wife is here,” Bertholdt announces with a firm salute.

At his words, both the Commander and Petra look to each other with a funny look on their faces.

Confused, Erwin cocks a thick eyebrow. “I’m sorry, who?”

Back at the doorway, the three Cadets blink back. “Err… your wife, Sir?”

It was then that the boys heard a brisk tap on the still-open door behind them.

They pivot to see Squad Leader Miche by the door, smirking at them, and an utterly amused twinkle in his green eyes.

“Sorry to break it ‘ya, boys. But the Commander’s already with his wife,” Miche winked at a peeved Commander Erwin and the blushing ginger girl right beside him. Miche then gives the couple a woman’s name, telling them that she’s here. (He must’ve smelled her in the premises before anyone even had to tell him.)

Extremely puzzled, Reiner looks from the entertained look on the Squad Leader, to his Commander, and now apparently, to his Commander’s wife.

“Then who’s…?”

Before Reiner could finish, Miche simply threw his head back in a fit of laughter, as him and his newest piece of gossip to tell Hange, went on their merry way.

~

At the mezzanine, the woman stops.

“Commander Erwin?”

The woman blinked at the Cadets who have also stopped walking, looking back at her in confusion now.

She then turns to Ymir with a bewildered look on her face.

“Erwin isn’t my husband.”

“What? Then who are you here to—“

“Lieutenant Ackerman!”

At the sound of that unmistakable screech, the pregnant woman whirls and shrieks back.

“Hange!”

Excitedly, the bespectacled scientist ran over to the woman and gave her the tightest—but careful—of hugs. Immediately, Hange started fawning over her old friend.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t Mrs. Ackerman herself,” Hange says cheekily, as she went to hold her laughing friend’s hands. “Oh, look at you! Oh my goodness, you’re so big!” She exclaims giddily, gently rubbing the pregnant lieutenant’s belly.

Meanwhile, Christa stammers quietly. “D-did she just say… Lieutenant?”

“…Ackerman?!” Eren added, mouth open.

“Hell no.” Ymir gaped. There was no fucking way.

Beaming prettily, you giggled at Hange. “Well, I’m already at my third trimester!” You took a breath, and held Hange’s forearms. “It’s so good to see you again, Hange. I hope Levi didn’t sass you too much while I was gone.”

“Puh-lease! I’d say it’s Levi who’s had his hands full with me and my shenanigans since you’ve been gone,” Hange chuckles teasingly. She then tilts her head towards Eren and sighs dramatically, “I wouldn’t say the same about Jaeger over there, though.”

Now addressing Eren, Hange tells the Cadet, “Thank your lucky stars, Eren! You’re about to have a helluva stress-free weekend now that Levi’s wife is here!”

Still shocked, Eren just nods absently.

“Well, Lieutenant. I’m sure you’re here to see your Captain?” Hange loops her arms around the woman’s cheerfully. “I’ll take you to him! Let’s pass by Erwin and Petra along the way, I’m sure they’ve missed you.”

And off you two strolled, across the mezzanine and up the last flights of stairs onto the Commander’s Corridor, four flummoxed Cadets trailing behind you.

~

Reiner, Bertholdt, and Armin’s bafflement was broken by Petra’s squeal at the mention the woman’s name.

“She’s here?!”

Petra then flies out her husband’s office, the boys quickly getting out of her way. At the sight of her best friend at the end of the corridor, she calls out her name and goes, “About time you visited!”

Lieutenant Ackerman hugs Petra back, and soon enough, the three women were already thrilling about the Lieutenant’s pregnancy. Compliments on how glowing she looked, questions about how far along she was, how she was faring with the pregnancy, and if she had a clue about the baby’s gender flew about in giggles and sighs.

In a moment, Commander Erwin himself has followed Petra out to also engulf his subordinate-turned-good-friend in a warm hug.

~

At the side, Eren was still carrying your wicker basket. When he and the girls finally met up with Reiner, Bertholdt and Armin by the Commander’s office, Eren nudges Reiner sharply.

“She isn’t the Commander’s wife!”

“So we’re finding out,” Reiner grits out. Eren gives out some really painful jabs.

~

“Is it just me, or did your eyebrows get bushier, Erwin?” you tease.

“Shut up.” Erwin quips back, still hugging you. He looks down at you, smiling fondly, and feigning annoyance in his voice. “You’re lucky I missed you.”

When you finally separated, Erwin held your shoulders gently as he glanced to the flight of stairs you just traversed. “How are you and the baby? The stairs didn’t exhaust you too much did they?”

“We’re fine, and the stairs were nothing, don’t worry. I wasn’t handpicked by Humanity’s Strongest himself for nothing, you know,” You beam up at Erwin who was already nodding in relief.

“Good. Levi would kill me if I allowed you to get strained.”

You roll your eyes, “Levi fusses over me whether or not I get strained. But guess what, Commander,” you had a delicious sparkle in your eye.

“I made cake.”

And like a little kid, Erwin Smith gives a small pump of his fist; he’s always been a terrible sweet tooth. While Hange whoops in joy.

Petra looks to the new recruits who were watching the odd scene before them. It isn’t everyday they see their commanding officers act so ecstatic and carefree, after all. Incredibly far from the usual strict fashion their superiors would carry themselves. Commander Erwin, especially.

Smiling, Petra addresses the Cadets, “Look sharp, Cadets. You’re looking at one of the most exceptional sharpshooters in the three Walls! Graduated first in her class and everything. Even precedes me to the Special Ops Squad!”

“And the Scouting Legion’s finest Lieutenant,” Erwin added proudly, to which you only chuckled bashfully at, lightly swatting at his arm.

“But you kids can call her Lieutenant Ackerman,” Hange shrugged, grinning. Knowing exactly how Reiner, Bertholdt, and Armin would take the new information, despite her nonchalance.

And Bertholdt’s answer delivered just the reaction Hange anticipated.

“Wait. Did you just say--?”

“OI YOU RAT BASTARDS!”

Then like the rumbling thunder of an approaching storm, came Captain Levi Ackerman, stomping in with a smirking Miche just behind him.

And absolutely furious.

“What in the actual fuck made you brats think that letting my pregnant wife climb up the stairs was all fine and dandy?! I swear to sweet Sina’s shit, if something happened to—“

But something makes Levi stop in his tracks.

It was you. And oh, what a sight were you to behold.

The last time he saw you, your baby bump was only just showing. But in that moment, when you made that graceful turn of yours to peek up at him through your eyelashes, a playful smile dancing on your lips, Levi was convinced he must have married a goddess. A faerie woman who has quite utterly entranced him in a spell. A nymph who’s sly smile holds many a delicious promise to a simple man like him.

You looked absolutely divine with your full belly. And his wonderstruck burns deeper at the thought that it was his child that your beautiful body was growing; it elicits something primal in him. His wonderfully gorgeous wife was pregnant with his child, and Levi’s entire being ached to be near her. Ached to protect her and their baby; to provide them with everything their hearts desired.

Then Levi Ackerman quickens his pace to a sprint until finally, you were in his arms, safe and sound…

Until finally, he had you wrapped up in a kiss.

Furtively, Hange whispers to Ymir with a grin, “She’s always been the only who could calm him down.”

~

Once Levi was satisfied that he’s kissed his wife enough, he looked to you with warm eyes—warm eyes that no one else would see otherwise, if it weren’t for your presence smiling glowingly back at him.

His hands, so strong and calloused, wavered at your belly; hesitant that they might hurt the precious treasure within. Patiently, your soft hands took Levi’s hard ones—hands that have seen so much violence—and held them against the swell of your belly.

“It’s okay, Levi. Hold your baby.”

He held you so tenderly, so lovingly.

“Next time, don’t take the stairs. I’ll be coming down to you, no matter the time of day. ” Levi admonishes in a low voice, gunmetal eyes serious.

You just giggled at what the Cadets would think to be a fairly intimidating face, “You worry too much, darling. As if you haven’t trained me to be tough as nails.”

It could be nothing else but sorcery, the Cadets think. Absolute witchcraft! How in the world could this tiny woman turn the Captain’s temper up on its head just like that? They were like a tableau of the sun and the moon come together—a bright and bubbly girl, with a cold and aloof Captain. And much like the sun and the moon, one’s lightheartedness bounces off the other.

Now, Ymir understood why the Scouts couldn’t believe who she was dating back then. She couldn’t believe her eyes even as she watched Humanity’s Strongest himself envelop the woman in an embrace! But hey, Ymir was at least right with two things—Captain Levi’s lover is indeed both an angel and a bombshell of a woman.

Suddenly, Levi’s soft expression turns sour.

“I’ve also been filled in by Miche, you brats.” Levi’s menacing eyes flash to the Cadets that have accompanied his wife. A look which has promptly frozen the soldiers into attention.

“What kind of dimwit-loving maggot ate at your brains for you lot to think to bring her to Erwin’s office, huh?”

Briefly, Levi wondered if it was a breach of military decorum to smack these nitwits up the head for assuming his lovely wife was Erwin’s and not his.

The Cadets only stood frozen, not daring to say a word. The Captain certainly wasn’t a man whose anger they wanted to incite; even accidentally.

“Hey, hey, Levi, please,” you speak up, cupping your jealous (and adorable) husband’s cheek to make him face back to you, treating him once again to your tinkling laugh. “It’s my fault, I didn’t exactly introduce myself properly. Besides, it’s for the best. We both know that once you’ve got in me in your clutches, who knows when you’ll let me see Erwin and Petra anymore?”

And with your magic touch, the Captain visibly calms down. A little embarrassed (and blushing) that’s he’s been so easily rendered love-struck by his wife’s laughter, Levi sighs. He reaches to stroke the luscious locks of your hair, “And for good reason.”

Levi glares up at his blonde friend’s grinning face.

“He’s gonna finish up all the cake.”

~

Once the Cadets have been dismissed, you distribute the quaintly packaged boxes of cake to the Smiths, Hange, and Miche. Before you and Levi left for his office, Hange tells you to drop by her lab before leaving so that she can do a check-up on you.

“I know you have a good midwife and doctor back home, but you can never be too sure, eh? I also want to make sure you’re okay enough for the travel back.” She says to you and Levi, something you very much appreciated. You thanked her as Levi, after putting some serious thought into it, begrudgingly promised to bring you over despite the fact that it would leave him with even less time with you.

With an arm around your waist and a hand resting securely on your hip, Levi takes your wicker basket, and leads you to his office at the other end of the corridor. At the back of his mind, Levi knew that news of his wife would spread like wildfire now that the new recruits have met you. But he didn’t mind, because all he wanted was some much needed alone time with his wife.

Even now, on the way to his office, aides and squad leaders have already taken notice of you and the way he was holding you. Stares—both curious and disbelieving—followed them as these poor Scouts wrapped their heads around the fact that their fearsome Captain was being tender to a woman.

A woman who was delightedly telling him about the special carrot cake she made him—his favorite. As well as the artisan jasmine and ginseng teas you got him from Wall Sina. You even brought Levi’s favorite cleaning wax!

But when Levi finally had you behind his office door, all these treats were effectively forgotten. Because in a single husky order from your Captain, he’s got you melting like putty beneath his hands. Moaning his name and whimpering for him to come closer, to kiss you deeper.

And Levi, happily obliged.

~

The next morning when you woke up, your husband was nowhere to be seen. That didn’t alarm you though, knowing full well that as Captain, he often had a full schedule and has always liked to start his day early. So he’s probably somewhere working out, or overseeing training if he wasn’t in his office doing early morning paperwork.

And then something heavenly hits you. Something deliciously heavenly, to be exact.

You heard your stomach rumble, as the smell of butter, maple syrup, and freshly roasted nuts rouse you from bed and into your maternity clothes. With the morning dew still hanging in the air, you waddle across the courtyard to reach the mess hall where all the food you were craving was, when you heard a horse’s familiar neigh.

Looking up, you find Levi looking every inch the battle hero he was, as he gracefully rode on his great steed, Midnight, whom he’s slowed to trot and then finally to a halt beside you.

“Good morning, Captain,” you greet your husband cheekily.

“Good morning, why are you up so early?” Levi asks, thin eyebrows crunched together in concern. You haven’t even done up your hair yet.

Shyly, you bit your lip, and shrugged. “I got hungry.”

At that, Levi’s eyes widened in realization. Already mentally kicking himself that of course his pregnant wife would be craving for some food. He hasn’t lived with you for so long that he’s forgotten to ensure that you had breakfast by your bedside once you woke up.

‘Duh Levi, you dumbass,’ he thinks to himself

Quickly, he swings himself off his horse, and while firmly holding the reins, goes to you. He cups your face with an earnest and apologetic look in his face.

“I’m sorry, darling. I should’ve brought you up some food, you shouldn’t have had to come down.”

You give him a peck, “Shh, it’s alright. You wouldn’t have known which one I was craving for anyways. And exercise is good for pregnant women, Levi.”

Levi looks back to you softly. “Okay,” he concedes. “But you have to kiss me again.”

And so you did.

Passionately. Devotedly.

~

It would have been unmistakable to those who witnessed you and your Captain kiss as to exactly who you were to him. Especially once they’ve noticed your matching wedding rings and your very pregnant condition. And it was nice, you think, to finally be able to wear your heart on your sleeve around the man you love; free and unafraid of judgment after years of secret rendezvous and feigning innocence.

It was certainly a thrill for a young woman like you to have unexpectedly attracted the interest of her handsome, older, Captain. And not just any Captain, Humanity’s Strongest, no less! The flirting behind closed doors, heated gazes across rooms, the innuendos, and the whispered promises; it was all as if your life has turned into a novel.

But you and Levi prefer this—to love unrestricted, and for Levi especially, to care fuck all who saw him kissing his lovely wife.

Yet still, when Levi lead you to the mess hall where many Scouts were already having their early morning breakfast at, you once again felt like the foolish young lieutenant that’s gotten herself pregnant, and even worse, has lost the baby. The stares and whispers following you both as you entered the hall took you back to time where stares and whispers felt like a weapon against you. And for a while, walking into the mess hall was like walking into a battlefield with the way you had to hold your nerves together, and desperately tried not to freeze up.

You felt well and truly disgraced back then. There was no denying the quiet but stifling judgement of seemingly all seeing eyes that trailed the girl who dared let Levi Ackerman fall in love with her. Who dared be as careless as to lose their esteemed Captain’s baby, on top of pretty much being branded as a whore.

Of course, Captain Levi promptly and adamantly married you after you miscarried and were safe enough. Levi was the one who convinced you to at least take a break, if not to retire completely, from being a Scout in order for you to safely have your pregnancies. It would kill him, Levi said, if anything bad happened to you while on the job. And he’d be damned if he’d let even a sliver of a chance where you or your baby could get hurt. Not again.

And so while your ordeal as the Scouting Legion’s newest scandal has long since been a bad memory now, you still couldn’t help but anxiously and unconsciously walk a half step behind your husband in order to hide yourself behind him.

Noticing this, Levi takes your hand, and gives it a firm and reassuring kiss.

I’m right here, it said. You’re safe.

But the dread would soon dissipate, as Levi carefully lead you to a table where his squad was already beaming up at you in greeting, morning coffee in their hands.

“Lieutenant! Good morning!” calls out Eld. He was always a morning person.

“I knew you were here! The Captain hasn’t rang us for paperwork all night!” Oluo jibes good-naturedly.

“How’s the mini-Captain going along?” Gunther added smiling, referring to your big baby bump.

“You mean mini-Lieutenant,” Levi says to his squad pointedly. He’s always hoped for a girl. You once joked to him that he only wanted a girl because he wanted to be able to kick their daughter’s future boyfriends’ asses. Levi scoffed at you then, “No shit.”

You just rolled your eyes, “The baby is going along well, Gunther. Healthy and strong just like their father.”

At that, Levi kisses the top of your head tenderly. He then looks to his men, “She’s too good to me.”

Gunther and Oluo chuckle fondly while Eld just raises his coffee cup in salute, “Cheers to that, sir.”

Once you’re settled, Levi asks you quietly, “Will you be alright? I’ll just go and get your food for you.”

You smile up at your indulgent husband, “Yes, I’ll be alright. I’m sure Oluo’s itching to share me the latest gossip, anyways.” You then proceeded to tell Levi what you want to have. “I want the potatoes with lots of butter, okay?” You all but gave Levi your best puppy dog eyes, knowing that he’d protest at you wanting unhealthy food.

Alas, the Captain sighs in defeat. He can’t say no to what his pregnant wife wants. Especially when she looks at him like that. “Alright, fine. For the baby.”

You beam up and give him another peck, “Thank you, darling.” And off Captain Levi went, with you watching the confident strides of his retreating form.

“Who would have thought, huh?” Eld’s voice breaks your reverie. “That our very own Captain and Lieutenant would be married. With a baby on the way, no less!”

“Yeah,” Oluo chimes in. “Who would have thought-- our lovely Lieutenant and our err… less than lovely Captain,” he says patronizingly. Oluo, perhaps more than anyone, would agree that Levi is an exceptional man. But even he could recognize the funny little couple you and Levi made.

You pointed at him, looking past Gunther’s arm which was pouring you a cup of coffee. “Don’t let him hear you say that.”

Soon enough, Oluo and Gunther started telling you the buzz now that the new recruits have met you. Apparently, the cadets have been convinced that Levi was dating Petra. So you were quite a surprise to them. Eld even tells you how some of the recruits that haven’t met you yesterday—Connie, Jean, and Sasha, he said their names were—even walked up to this table this morning with very determined faces, asking if it was all true.

And with that, you and your old squad just laughed, feeling very much at home with the company.

~

Levi decided not to comment on the knowing smirks that the cooks met him with as he requested for extra portions for his wife. Levi knew he was sight to behold— their formidable Captain, gathering as much food as he can for his pregnant wife.

Levi’s used to it all now, the surprised looks and the gaping stares of soldiers at the sight of his undeniably dazzling wife. He’s also used to the confused looks of eyes darting between him, then to his wife, and then back to him, as if the bastards were trying to compute fucking rocket science. And he gets it. Even he has to pinch himself sometimes that this isn’t all a dream; that he’s actually married to the most riveting woman in the Legion.

But as he walked back, tray of all your favorite food in hand, the sight of you laughing with a hand contentedly resting on your belly was all a man like him needed to be satisfied that you’re real. You’re here, you’re real, and you’re his.

Once he’s sat back down beside you, he can’t help but kiss your temple again.

“Eat up,” he says, and it nearly fucking kills him the way your eyes lit up at the sight of the food.

Fucking adorable.

There was once a time Levi was convinced that he would never be one to have a family. That things like that just aren’t meant for men like him. But seeing you happily doing your little dance at how delicious you thought the food was (a truly very funny sight, considering this is Scouting Legion Mess Hall food.) He wonders what other preconceptions Levi had that you, and now your new baby, would be shattering for him.

After all, it was his own little miracle that you chose to love him at all. And at that, Levi has to agree with everyone else—

Who would have thought, indeed.

A/N: I had so much fun with this one, as usual. Maybe too much fun. I guess I'm incapable of writing short fics huh? Also, my inbox has been filling up, and I'm thinking back on writing The Wingman and The Paramour again so I'll be closing requests.

But hey, if you have any thoughts and questions, do hmu! My ask box is always open, and I love talking to you guys. Far better than talking to myself, I'd say. lol.

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I have no basis for this, but I think Izuru Kamukura would enjoy sensory/fidget toys

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i Love vaccines, autism, abortions, homosexuals, sex changes and crime

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also on twitter!  💕 (x)

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Kazuichi Souda is pansexual and I’m tired of pretending he isn’t !!

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VERY IMPORTANT PLS HELP

does anyone have a list of all the various nicknames/titles that Gundham has given other students and such? watching interactions in S is making me want a compilation of them all

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Forgive Me - Gundham Tanaka x Reader

! angst ! spoilers for chapter 4 of sdr2 !

cw: mentions of food, starvation, etc

Gundham's beloved is getting hit extra hard by the starvation motive, he can't handle watching them suffer. Takes place during chapter 4, so uh.. y'all know what to expect, right? (I'm sorry)

“My dearest one, why are you forgoing nutrients?” Gundham asked in concern as you turned down a plate at breakfast.

“I’m just not hungry is all. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. If it makes you feel better, my dark lord, I’ll have a bit extra at dinner, alright?” You smiled at your not-so-secret boyfriend.

Gundham had panicked when you collapsed the first time. He refused to allow you to so much as stand unless it was necessary, saying that you needed to conserve your energy. "Guess I made a mistake this morning, huh?" You laughed nervously.

When you fully passed out after tai-chi the next morning, his heart sank, and he cradled your head for a moment before he carried you to your shared room, the others looking on, not quite knowing what to say or do. Looks of pity, and of concern, filled the faces of your friends.

After resting for awhile, you woke up in bed with Gundham laying beside you, propped on his elbow, his other hand lovingly stroking your cheek. His eyes held concern, and something that you couldn’t quite read. You smiled up at him regardless, weakly reaching up to mimic his actions on his own cheek.

He shut his eyes for a moment, and rested his forehead against yours. Your hand was so cold, so unlike the usual warmth of your skin.

“Forgive me, my dark queen.” His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Huh? What for?”

“…You will have your answers when we are free from this wretched place.” You swallowed hard, not knowing what he meant, but something in your heart was screaming that it wasn’t anything good. You figured it was something actually outside of the hell-house, and left it at that. Maybe he had been planning something, and due to being stuck in here, it would've gone awry by the time you're both released. What else could he have meant?

He moved to place a kiss to your forehead before going back to his original position. The two of you spent some time just gently caressing each other, and Gundham’s eyes continues roaming your body, seemingly trying to commit every last detail to memory. He’d been littering light kisses over your face, the back of your hand, anywhere he could reach really. This was odd.

“Are you feeling okay? You aren’t developing delayed despair disease, are you?” You half-joked, only to be met with furrowed brows and intense eyes.

“What makes you ask such a thing?”

“You’re just.. never this affectionate.” You said, a blush dusting your cheeks. “I’m not complaining, just an observation.” There was silence for a moment, his eyes searching yours, with such a far away sorrow in his own.

“You are just so weak, my beloved. To see you in a state such as this.. It pains me. If my affection will give you any comfort, then I shall happily give you all that I have to give.” He spoke softly, honestly. “You must understand, there is nothing that I would not do for you.” As he said this, he leaned down to kiss your lips. Something else that was rare. Gundham never kissed you without a reason. Though you weren’t going to question it, assuming he truly meant what he said. He just wanted to make you feel better, that's all this is.

“I love you, my dark one.” He whispered against your lips, before pressing his own back to them.

“I did not know that I could feel such things, not for another human.” He connected your lips once more, each kiss filled with a determined passion.

“Though you, my dearest, are so much more than a mere human.” Another kiss.

“You are radiant.” Kiss.

“Enchanting.” Kiss.

“You truly are an angel from the highest peaks of heaven.” Kiss.

“But for you to be so close to me? To love me - mankind’s most fearsome monster? Evil incarnate?” Kiss.

“Oh, your fall from the heavens into hell must have been excruciating.” Kiss.

“But you crawled your way to the surface, only to find me.” Kiss.

“A blessing that I truly never take for granted.” Kiss.

“I am so, very, deeply in love with you, my dearest fallen angel.” His voice wavered only slightly, as he kissed you one final time, lasting longer than the others. His lower lip trembled against yours, which you took note of. When he pulled away there were tears brimming his eyes, that he desperately tried to blink away.

He looked at you as if he would never see you again.

“Gundham, my love,” You weakly pulled him down into another short kiss, parting once again so that he could see the sincerity in your eyes, though your hand never left his cheek. “There is no force strong enough in all of the universe and those neighboring it to keep me away from you. From the highest peaks of heaven, to the darkest pits of hell, rest assured that I will always find my way back to you, my beloved. After all, I’m a servant sworn to serve under my dark overlord of ice for all of eternity.” You smiled weakly. He took your hand from his cheek to press a kiss to the palm.

“You are wrong. You are so much more than a servant under me - you are my dark queen, ruling by my side.”

“I adore you, Gundham. Nothing could ever stand in the way of my love for you. There simply is no force strong enough.” You spoke so earnestly, with so much love in your voice. Gundham returned your small smile, though he continued trying to keep his tears at bay as he rested his forehead against yours once more. Mostly so that you couldn’t see the wetness in his eyes.

It struck you then, that these sounded almost like vows. You suddenly found yourself picturing what your wedding might be like, after you get off of this island together.

It was getting late now, and he could tell that you were growing tired. But he didn't want this to end.

He knew what he had to do. It was for your sake, after all.

“There is something I wish to give you.” He said, sitting up enough to make use of both hands, removing the earring from his ear. The Hellhound Earring, one of his most prized possessions. Though the jewelry usually adorning your pierced lobes were small pearls, he entrusted you with the trinket.

“B-But-“

“I’d like you to have it.” There was an urgent intensity in his eyes that you couldn’t refuse. With a blush gracing your cheeks, you took hold of the earring with shaky hands. Smiling, you removed the earring on your right ear, and replaced it with the Hellhound Earring - knowing that was the side that he always wore it on.

“Could I offer you a trade?” You proposed, a lopsided grin on your face as your eyes shone. The sparkle in your eyes in this moment made Gundham smile, and he accepted your offer, fastening the small pearl earring in place of his own.

He returned beside you, resting on his elbow yet again. You couldn’t help but think how uncomfortable it must be. His eyes held too many swirling emotions for you to read, as he cupped your cheek once again and brought his lips to yours in one more passionate kiss. Pulling back afterwards to admire your beauty once again - the way your eyes shone brighter than the stars themselves, your kind smile, and the mismatched earrings adorning your ears. He couldn’t help but to place one last kiss on your lips.

“We should rest.” He stated, though he didn’t want to. He didn’t want these last moments alone with you to end. But you were so weak. So frail. And you looked so very tired.

“Can we still talk until I fall asleep?” You asked with your lower lip sticking out in a pleading pout. He chuckled softly, placing a quick kiss to your forehead.

“Of course, my beloved fallen angel.”

And so you did. He laid down fully, and you cuddled closely, talking about whatever topics came to mind. Eventually, you stopped responding, and Gundham knew that sleep had finally claimed you for the night. It had always brought him a sense of peace, for you to fall asleep first, in his arms like this. Though tonight, it only hurt, and he found himself having to hold his breath to stop a sob from forming, he couldn't risk waking you. As much as he'd like more time with you.

He didn’t have much time before he’d have to leave your side, to put his plan into motion. But the time he did have, he spent savoring every breath you took, and every small sound you made in your sleep. He savored everything that he could see of you, as well as your scent, the softness of your skin under his hands - he savored every last bit of you that he could. He drifted to sleep only briefly before he was awoken by the Devas as instructed.

As he carefully unwound himself from you, careful not to wake you, he placed one last, long kiss to your forehead, a few stray tears finally falling as he replayed your vows from the previous night.

“Forgive me, my love.”

a/n: idk if anyone caught this but this was meant to be a “marriage” of sorts, y’know? between them exchanging “vows” and swapping earrings? like you do at a wedding with actual rings after saying your vows? yeah.. anyways I cried while I wrote this and I hope y’all enjoy 😌

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kagehara cinematic universe brainstorming doc out of context

(putting this under a cut due to the rating of most of this series)

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a news anchor deadass just said:

“covid has plunged the world into a war between hope and despair”

…u h…

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Comfort for Nagito! (kind of a nagito x reader ?)

Nagito needs some fucking comfort and compliments and damnit I am going to give it to him!! this is just purely wholesome fluffiness

this is kind of more platonic than romantic, but I mean ya know, reader is implied to have a crush on him given all the compliments? also non-despair au

You’d asked Nagito to come down to your little studio that Hope’s Peak had provided for you to make good use of your cosmetology talent, you wanted to test out some makeup on him, and you just generally enjoyed his company.

“I just don’t know why you’d want to waste your incredible talent on someone as disgusting as me.”

“Hey, no, none of that.” You scolded.

“But it’s the truth-”

“No, it’s not. Here, sit.” You instructed, having him sit in one of your swivel chairs and turning him to face the mirror, resting your hands on his shoulders. His eyes immediately went to your reflection. “No, no - I want you to look at yourself.” He did as you instructed, though he didn’t seem very happy about it. You noticed this, and wrapped your arms loosely around him, resting your head near his.

“You’re so fucking cute Nagito.” You praised, resulting in him averting his eyes. With a small huff, you grabbed his chin and directed his face back towards the mirror. “I mean it. And so goddamn handsome. I mean, come on - your skin is like porcelain, and absolutely flawless. You know how many people would kill to have such perfect skin? Seriously, do you even have pores?” You were back to hugging him now. His lips briefly twitched up into the smallest of smiles, though you could tell he still wasn’t buying it, but his cheeks did gain a bit of a blush.

“Your facial structure too, it’s just - so nice. And those eyes? Holy fuck, you have such pretty eyes. I’ve never seen someone else with eyes that color, you know? They’re just so incredibly beautiful, so unique, I could look at them all day and never get tired of seeing them. And that hair, oh my god! Your hair looks like a fluffy cloud - I just wanna run my fingers through it.”

“Y-You can if you really want to..” He spoke in a small, but hopeful voice. You could see the slight quiver of his lip. With a smile, you did just that, your smile growing as you did. Nagito could see the softness in your eyes, and it made him think that maybe, just maybe, you were being genuine with your compliments.

“It really does feel like a cloud - it’s so soft!” You mused, hugging him once more and giving his shoulders a little squeeze. “And you smell really nice, y’know that? Being this close I can actually tell now. But you do. And you’re so nice, to everyone here. You’re a really sweet, caring guy, and I feel like the lucky one since I get to know you. Since I get to call you my friend.” He swallowed hard, his breathing seeming a little more forced to keep steady.

“Can you do something for me real quick?”

“Anything..”

“I want you to look at yourself, and say ‘I’m cute’.” He sucked in a breath, tensing up, his eyes once again filling with that dislike and criticism. “Please?”

“I.. I’m cute.” He said with a sigh.

“Good!” You praised, hugging him a little tighter. The joy in your voice made him relax a little. “One more time?”

“I’m.. Cute…” His lip was trembling again, despite him biting the inside of it to try and hide it. You could see him blinking back tears.

“Yes, you are!” You cheered. “Now, can you say ‘I’m handsome’?”

“Y/N…” His voice shook.

“C’mon, please?” You pleaded, and he shut his eyes for a moment, taking another steadying breath before opening them back up.

“I-I’m.. H-Handsome..” His cheeks were burning, and a tear finally fell.

“Good! Good job!” You praised, gently swaying back and forth with him now to try and comfort him. “You know that I mean every single compliment I’ve given you, right? You’re so stunning, Nagito. I don’t know who made you think otherwise, but they were wrong. You’re absolutely amazing, and so very attractive. And you deserve so much praise, and so much love.” You continued praising, and more tears fell despite his efforts, a small sob escaping. It broke your heart to see, because you knew that he really did hate himself so much that he believed all of the negativity thrown his way. You turned his chair around, wrapping your arms around him properly, holding him close, and rubbing gentle circles on his back. He shook as he cried against the crook of your neck, holding onto you tightly, like he was scared you’d slip away if he let go. You placed a kiss to the top of his head, with no plans of letting go any time soon.

It would take some work, and probably a lot of time, but you were determined to undo the damage that’d been done to him.

You were going to make him see himself through a kinder lens.

Because he deserved to see the truth.

[dangandeez]

Izuru Kamukura x excited!reader!

Reader gets excited over EVERYTHING and Izuru finds it amusing

notes: snail mention + toad / frog mention ? other than that it’s just wholesome Izuru shit because I am a simp for scary-god-man

“Look!! It’s a little froggie!” You gasped, letting go of Izuru’s hand to crouch down and admire the little creature with stars in your eyes.

“That’s a toad.” He remarked, crouching down beside you. It was, in fact, a toad.

“Look how cute he is!!” You cooed. You didn’t want to stress it out by picking it up, but you spent several moments admiring the small creature.

“I fail to see the appeal.” Izuru replied, standing, and helping you to do the same. “Though you always seem to see the appeal of most simple things.”

You giggled, squeezing the hand that was still holding yours as the two of you continued your hike. You’d tied his hair back into some braids beforehand, making use of your ultimate cosmetologist talent, and convinced him to come with you. He had no complaints on the matter, Izuru was content to do most things you’d ask of him. You’d stopped several times on this hike already, and you always made him watch the sunsets and sunrises on especially “pretty” days. He never minded, he found your fascination with mundane things to be interesting.

“Well, if you don’t appreciate the little things in life, the world seems a lot more dull. Don’t you think?” You asked teasingly, giving him a quick boop on the nose as you continued on.

“Hm. I guess you’re right.”

“Look!!!” You gasped, releasing his hand yet again and crouching down to a fallen tree, covered in moss and mushrooms, with a snail crawling on it. “Whoa.” You marveled at the sight, pulling out your phone and taking a picture.

“Why is that picture-worthy?” Izuru asked, a small smile on his face at your purely innocent excitement.

“It’s just!” You gestured at it, turning to look at him with a bright smile. “It’s cool! So many living things, on something dead! It’s kinda like a metaphor, you know?” You mused, sticking your hand in front of the snail’s path, causing the creature to crawl onto your hand.

“Can we keep him?” You asked, turning back to Izuru with a pleading look in your eyes, sticking your lower lip out a bit for emphasis on the begging.

“Why?”

“Because he looks like a friend.” You announced proudly.

“Are you experienced in snail care?”

“I am! I’ve kept several!”

“Well then, I see no reason why you can’t keep your ‘friend’.” That rare smile of his was once again present as you stood, a bounce in your step as you walked up to him, kissing him on the cheek as a means of saying thank you.

“Should we turn back then?” He asked.

“Ah.. I guess we should. They get stressed out if you hold them for too long.”

On your way back, Izuru did something that utterly shocked you.

“Wait.” He said, crouching down to pick a small wildflower, and carefully placed it behind your ear. There was the softness in his eyes, the softness that was always reserved just for you. Your cheeks were burning up at the romantic gesture. “I thought it was pretty.”

[dangandeez]

before we go any farther, I guess I should introduce myself

General:

Hey there, I’m Lynn! I’m 21, and I go by any pronouns. I'm here to write some bullshit and worsen my digital footprint

MAIN BLOG IS "lynn-writes-things" so if you get a follow back there, it's me, I was too lazy to make a whole new blog (for now..)

Writing:

anything I write will be with an AFAB reader unless specified otherwise, since that’s what I’m most comfortable writing, BUT I will happily try to write for other gendered readers upon request! (I'll try and keep the pronouns gn, I'll tag accordingly if not!)

all of that being said, if it's for a request then obviously I'll stick to whatever you want in terms of pronouns and gender and all!

at least 99% of my works will be reader inserts, but I will most likely reblog some ships here and there

THINGS I WILL ALWAYS TRIGGER TAG: nsfw, self harm, eating disorders, SA, most forms of trauma, etc (basically if I deem it a sensitive subject, I’ll tag it, but if you’re seeking a comfort fic for any touchy subject, I will 100% still write it)

pls let me know if you need anything else tagged, I’ll do my best to accommodate! I want y’all to feel safe here!

I'll always write Chihiro as nonbinary and use they/them!