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Girls of The Night

Content warning: Implied sa, sex work (implied?), creepy men. (Be aware, I might have forgotten some, tread with caution)

Word count: 2949

Discord writing challenge: week 5

Prompt: Drunk

AN: I haven't read over this story in its full as I sadly grew tired of it while writing it. I feel that the quality might falter a bit in what I see as the second half. The story also didn't play out the way I planned it, there arw things I wish I had written differently, but I couldn't find the energy or the way to formulate it. There is also a lot that got scrapped that I originally wanted in here. If I ever find the energy to, I might re-write this. Tho, I still hope you take the time to read this version!

A man walked down a familiar Street. Above him flickered lights that barely reached the road he walked, forever damned to living in darkness the man offered this world a gentle scoff, for everything was just as he remembered it. Even after all these years away, the suffocating shadows still felt the same. Perhaps he had hoped it would have found betterment in his absence, for despite all logical thought, he was sure he was cursed to bring misfortune to any land he set foot upon, and every person he dared touch. A fool's wish, it had been. those above Had never cared for those down below, pretending they did not exist was much easier on those few who knew of them. Those rich and wealthy turned their noses away from the stench of poverty, nothing else was to be expected of their kind. Levi Ackerman, humanity's strongest soldier, had not offered a gracing light to the people of his hometown, just as he had assumed many of those in charge had called him a monster, a beast. The military police long seemed nervous about him, ignoring him whenever possible, referring to Erwin only.

Erwins words had been his saving grace, one Levi had not asked for, yet it was his word that had paved the way for Levi to remain in the sun, bask in it as the wind carried the most beautiful smells to his nose. Standing by Erwins side, Levi found a purpose he had never before known he lacked.

Whispers had carried themselves through military headquarters since week one, never dying down. Whispers about Erwin Smith’s new miracle named Levi Ackerman. An underground dog that bites harder than any seen before, but Erwin kept a steady hand on him, they said. By Erwin’s side, this dog did not have to be put down despite its forever bared teeth.

Erwin Smith had created many miracles in his time, the greatest of which being the one that had for a moment allowed Levi to believe he was meant for this earth, that his hand alone did not bring pain and suffering. Levi would be forever convinced that one more could have been made. If Erwin had just listened to him-

A place so filthy should not remind him of that man, with forever watchful eyes, blue as the sky and drowning in curiosity like a cat in a bag. Erwin had been too good to be associated with the lazy filth dying like flies down here, yet he had died just the same.

With Levi unable to do anything to stop it, Erwin had died the same.

The image of his limp body in Forster's grip had not left him alone for even a moment. Every time he closed his eyes he saw and felt as he did that day, trembling hands which clung to a cold syringe felt like they were being pulled by a thread, puppeted by some cruel puppeteer above. Yet he had acted just as he would have expected himself to. Was he at all his own master? Or was he a slave to a god above who found enjoyment in his torment?

Acting exactly as he had expected himself to, Levi had offered his commander peace.

Now lifting his head, Levi attempted to find a breath of fresh air, but all that filled his lungs was the clammy stench of the underground. His shoulders rose and sank as he made effort to calm himself, feeling a certain rage surge through his veins and deep into his gut, he hoped to simply will it away.

He closed his eyes, and once more Erwin's dying body flashed before him, now followed by the defeated expression Levi had bared witness To during their last conversation. “Damn-” Levi clenched his jaw and fists tightly together, forcefully prying his eyes open before the imagined scene of Moblit's last breath managed to taunt him. Hange had explained to him exactly what they had seen, and unlike what people might think of him, humanity's strongest had a vivid imagination, especially for all things grotesque.

“You need a hand, boy?” A woman's voice filled Levi's ears, and as the man followed the sound of her with his eyes, she would approach him.

Each step she took sent her stumbling at least half a step back again. Her breath was laboured and rough, her pale skin covered in bruises, especially remarkable was one around her throat, a near perfect handprint. And In her grasp lay what Levi assumed had been cheap payment for a quick favour. Money is good, but perhaps forgetting was better.

“Do you?” At first he had been ready to fight or flee, women down in the underground were often used for one out of two things, luckily this one seemed to be of the non-dangerous kind.

His assumption was solidified as those weak lanterns laid light upon her face, painting the blob she had formerly been in the dark of that alley- with features he knew, a face he trusted. “Hilde?” his voice sounded uncertain as she threw herself upon him, the force of her body against his own had pushed the wind out of him. She wasn't heavy, the man could easily have wrapped his arm around her and carried her away if he had to, but she was sharp.

Her frame was much smaller than it once had been, and so the man suffered the piercing pain of a blunt hit of a shoulder into his chest.

as he breathed through the pain, Levi's focus was absent. Remaining away until the feeling of her hands upon him carried him through it. “Hey-” the way she had tugged on his pants was lazy and far less than excited. “Don't” her knees had buckled in so she was leaning onto him, offering her full weight to him.

the woman's eyes darted up to his as the words he had spoken managed to break through her drunken mind-fog. “I see~” her voice was weak, but now it seemed to hold some sort of amusement as she pushed away from him, standing up as straight as she could before she began a stumbly walk down the street.

He had no choice but to follow her, he feared with every step she took that the next would be the one to send her face first into the rocks.

“Hey! Slow down!” He followed her a path he had walked a hundred times before, one leading to the place he was born.

“Watch out, that step is broken” the woman swayed as she Strode to avoid the middle step leading up to the brothel. It was the same as always, this place.

Levi quickly moved in to offer the taller woman some support, allowing her to yet again lean onto him as they made their way up the old stairs.

It felt like stepping foot into a whole new world, one that despite its location attempted to hide its filth underneath a thick layer of strong incense and atmospheric candles.

His eyes quickly wandered over the room, there wasn't much more to see here, even if he had the interest In seeing it.

An old man stood some distance away from them, smoking a pipe as dark as the eyes that followed each of Levi's movements, but ignoring the woman he had followed here. Levi knew this man as well, and now knowing he was still around, Levi was happy to follow Hilde to her room, away from him before he got the chance to speak.

The room they stepped into was neglected, each surface carried more dust than Levi could recall ever having seen before. The moisture of the underground had caused it to stick so strictly too, clinging to the Wood so hard Levi had for a moment feared it was mold he was seeing.

“Come” The woman's voice reached his ears once more, he had no more time to waste staring at things that should be fixed, for the woman had grabbed him by the arm and pulled him across the room and towards her bed, the only part of her room that seemed properly used. “You're lucky you're cute” her voice was now coming out as a mumble while she straightened her sheets “cocky, but cute. Don't think I'd agree to bringing just any man to bed, I've got my standards too”

Way too late had Levi remembered how her hands had gripped and groped him earlier on. She had Pulled him down before he had been able to clarify that his objection had not been because of where they were then and there, clarify that he had no interest in her, no intention of purchasing her services.

Once more he felt her hands about him. She had been quick to kneel down before him, one boney hand gripping his thighs for support as the other reached out to unbutton his pants.

He stared down at her hands, unable to move an inch as the fabric gave way for the metallic button that kept his clothes up and on him. His heart beat loudly in his chest, deafening to any feeling or thought he would try to lay focus on. A trembling hand moved towards hers, as Levi's mouth hung open an attempt at pushing out a protest stuck in the back of his throat.

His hand finally met with hers, he had intended to push her away gently, try to make her understand- however his hand met with hers, as she allowed gentle fingers to caress him.

his voice finally let go and escaped him, coming out in a burst that had made her jump. And so Levi was back up on his feet, taking deep lasting breaths to keep himself calm.

He could keep himself calm, but he had no control over the feelings of others. He had no way of preventing the woman on the floor from breaking down into tears where she knelt. And as she began whimpering her apologies, claiming that her beauty was not what it once had been, and asking him what had made him change his mind, Levi found it difficult to speak.

Where she got the idea was easy enough to understand, he was a man, and she was a drunken girl of the night. He didn't have the words to assure her of her beauty and dignity, she looked sickly, and though he could lie, he found no words at all as she continued to cry.

Levi instead remained silent, slowly reaching down to grab a gentle hold of her, shaking his head once as he helped her to bed. She had quickly turned to continue her mournings into the thin pillow, one he was sure had often been the holder of her tears, all her secrets and all her dreams.

He turned his back to her, allowing her to cry as she saw fit. He had found no words of comfort to offer her, but he could still do good by her in another way, even if it would prove futile and be just the same again in a weeks time, he could help her out by cleaning the only place she had to call her own.

She had fallen asleep as Levi worked, leaving him to the mercy of his own mind in the silence, however there was much work to have done, so it seemed that for once, mercy was on his side.

Gripping a chipped cup off of the floor, Levi thought for a moment he caught a whiff of a scent very pleasant to him. Pleasant despite-

“kuchel!” A young Hilde had barged into Kuchel's quarters, her eyes red and body shaking all over. Levi's mother had put her son down, and imidiately turned to open her arms for the younger woman, allowing her into her motherly embrace as she let her cry it out.

Hilde cursed men, sobbed into Kuchel's chest about how cruel they were. She had been beat, even the child on the floor could tell, and the child shared the woman's sentiment, even at his young age.

Hilde had stayed with them til it was no longer possible. Kuchel had been called for, the director had once again needed a word with her. Levi, had promptly been put in Hilde’s arms, left to reach for his darling mother as she walked away from him.

The younger woman was good with children, she had been by Levi's side since he was born and had never showed any annoyance with him. She was the only woman Kuchel dared leave him with, and the only one that could keep Levi silent when it was needed, Putting him to sleep within a makeshift bed within his mothers closet. He was a small child, best that way, easier to hide.

As the man finished cleaning the woman's room, he decided to take his leave. She was sleeping now, curled up much alike how he himself had slept when he was a child. He had nothing more to offer her, so leaving her now was the only thing that felt right, the only thing he could do to avoid further misunderstandings.

“Hey” a voice had called out for him from behind as he reached towards the exit door, a voice that had caused him to freeze. “Levi” amusement painted the voice of that old man. “Finally returning to your roots?”

“What?” Levi turned to the man, shooting him a glare, daring him to go on. What Levi had not expected was for the man to get all up in his face, he had moved way faster than Levi assumed he could, and now he had him cornered right by the door that would have taken him out of there.

“Would you look at that” the man's eyes had began scanning each of Levi's features. he should have pushed past him, should have told him to back away and leave him alone, but just the same as he had when Hilde had been about to show him her tricks, Levi felt as if his body no longer belonged to him, floating through air way too thick to breathe. Even as the man's hand, one stinking of tobacco, had reached for his face, he didn't manage to move an inch, not even his fingers obeyed him.

“Been waiting for you, you know. Always knew you'd end up back here, no matter what you've accomplished up above. Those pricks could never see you as one of them, you'd have to come home one day” his hand was rough, far from gentle as he pat his cheek the same way you'd pat an obedient dog.

Then his thumb, slowly caressing Levi's skin, felt like a fire being set ablaze upon him, burning away what little sense of self and reality had been left with Levi.

The beating banging of his pulse was giving him a headache.

The rough and wrinkled thumb met with Levi’s lips, first at the corner, dwelling there like a snake waiting for its prey. “You always looked like your mother” the man's words now held a far more sinister tone, one that made Levi's stomach turn. “Do you still bite? Levi.” the soldier has seen many deaths in his time, seen guts spill from the humans they belonged to as dying men desperately tried to put themselves together, but this? Humanity’s strangest was certain he would vomit. “It's good behaviour. For a boy to protect his mother the way you did, I think I still got a scar from ya~” Levi could remember now, how he had once sunk his teeth into this man's forearm after he had struck his mother.

“Answer me, do you still bite? boy.” he didn't answer. “Would be a shame if you did, her mouth was always better than her-”

By Erwins side, the dog did not bite.

Erwin wasn't here.

“Boy?” Finally Levi found his voice again. His body felt all calm once more as he moved his head out of the disgusting old man's grasp. “Don't touch me, who knows where you've been” he kept his calm for just a moment longer, but he had no intention of making it last.

A vase of withered flowers stood by the door, Levi had not allowed the man to speak again before the glass object had been broken against his head. He had not allowed him to react, had grabbed the vase way too quick for that.

He had collapsed imidiately, that filthy vermin. His body had given in underneath him and sent him crashing into the shattered glass below, the water the flowers had once stood in, now red upon the wooden floor.

Humanity's strongest stepped over the director, decided to stick around anyway, just for a bit.

Hilde was awoken to the scent of tea, a dark figure standing above her with a tray in its hands. “Kuchel?..” perhaps she had forgotten that her friend was long gone, or perhaps she hoped she had died in her sleep.

“Oh Levi” her tired face lit up as she realised who stood before her, a man she had not before recognised. “My boy, that smells divine. where did you find that?”

He answered her only with a hum as he sat down besides her.

“Thank you” she whispered, taking her cup from the tray on his lap. “For refusing me, I apologise dear.. I have no clue what came over me, don't ever think I'd forget you, kid” from her, as before, he let it pass. “You look good, Levi. Your mother would be so proud of you.”

“... thanks.”

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Weird Rare Ship Go-? (haven't seen many people speak of em.)

Silly FlochKasa drawing for late Valentine's? @levihandynasty ✨️gets it✨️

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Putting yall onto my rarepair agenda with a piece by a friend from our 18+ discord server!

Running From Your Bullets

Connie Springer x Samuel Linke-Jackson

Connie thinks reminisces about Samuel and wonders how it all went wrong

Word Count: 900+

Warnings: Season 4 Spoilers, Canon Character Death, Mentions of Murder

Tags: Trans!Samuel, Samuel x Connie, Angst, Fluff, Unsafe Binding, Hidden Relationship (?), Slight Conmin

A/N: hello! this is my first ever fanfic i’ve ever completely finished and it’s the first i’m posting one anywhere! i may eventually cross post this to ao3 but it’s not up as of the time of posting this. anyways samnie has been so dear to my heart recently after i rewatched season 4 so here you go! oh btw the title is a ref to “sign of the times”

Special Thank You: @levihandynasty and @sneak-pieck ! @levihandynasty helped me figure out a ship name for these two and inspired me to write samuel as trans, and they both encouraged me to post it! also thank you to everyone in the aot discord server for encouraging me to write !!

Connie’s ears ring with the shot that ended Samuel’s life. He was on the flying boat now, miles and miles away from Paradis. He’d dreamed of this before, of going back to Marley for another diplomatic mission. Of showing Samuel things he could never imagine.

“So it’s like frozen milk?” Samuel laughs, scrunching up his nose in disgust. “Sounds awful!” he smiles. It’s the first time Connie has seen him genuinely smile since he got back from Marley.

“No not really,” Connie replies, chuckling. “It’s more like cream but thicker,” he scratches the back of his neck. “I guess it’s hard to explain…” Connie looks nervously over at the horses as if they could help him. Connie and Samuel have made it a habit to hang around the stables. There were some picnic tables and benches that made for a good place to relax. Besides feeding times and the occasional scout mission, the stables were pretty empty of humans. It was a place where they could enjoy each other’s company in private. Despite Connie and Samuel never labeling their little meet ups as dates, both of them knew that their relationship hasn’t been platonic in a long time.

Samuel turns his head to look at Connie sitting next to him on the bench. “It’s okay, I’m just glad you’re home…” Sam whispers, barely audible.

“I told you I would be Sammie, it was just a diplomatic mission,” Connie says, reaching for Samuel’s hand before deciding against it.

Samuel grabs Connie’s hand, “Don’t get shy on me now Connie. Not after we’ve planned out our entire lives together.” Connie blushes, remembering the many times they’ve talked about getting a cottage and raising livestock together. Both Samuel and Sasha adored meat, and after Marley was defeated they’d have the time to settle down on their own farm. No more rations, just fresh meat and vegetables. Connie tries to tell himself his dreams of living on a farm with his friends and Sam are unrealistic, but without it he doesn’t know if he’d have the strength to keep fighting.

“You’re right Sam, we both know I’ve got nothing to hide from you,” he squeezes Samuel’s hand. Connie leans over and lays his head on Samuel’s shoulder. They fall into a happy silence, the only sound before my their faint breathing.

“Oh!” Connie shouts, shooting straight up like a rod and startling Samuel. “I just remembered!” I met a man in Marley!”

The side eye from Sam is cutting. “You scared the hell out of me and all the horses because you met some man?” Samuel rolls his eyes. The horses seem unbothered by Connie’s outburst.

“No he wasn’t just some man, he was, well he was like you. I mean- no one’s like you…” he blushes harder, the hand holding Samuel’s feeling sweatier. “But he was born like you, ya know,” Connie shrugs.

“What the hell does that mea- oh. Oh!” Samuel cuts himself off as his eyes widen in understanding.

“Yeah,” Connie continues, “he said that there are doctors in Marley, and in the rest of the world, that can make your chest flat with surgery.” Connie looks at Samuel nervously. He knows that Sam has trouble trusting anyone who’s even been to Marley.

“Wow,” Samuel breathes, stunned.

“Yeah,” Connie finally meets Samuel’s eyes, “I mean it’s really expensive, but we’ll figure it out.”

Sam nods, “I really don’t like the idea of some Marleyan taking a blade to my chest though…”

Connie squeezes his hand again, “I know, but there are doctors that aren’t Marleyan! I think we should try Sammie. The guy I met also said that the way you’re bandaging your chest now can actually break your ribs…” Connie studies Samuel’s face. He feels like he can never tell what the other man is thinking. Samuel let’s go of Connie’s hand to touch his side, no doubt thinking about the bruises that already litter his chest. “As soon as our borders are open for more international travel we can start looking for a doctor,” Connie places a comforting hand on Samuel’s knee.

“You’ll be there? For the surgery?” he asks, meeting Connie’s eyes once again. Connie can see a mixture of fear and hope in his eyes and can’t help but pull him into a hug.

“Of course I will be Sammie,” he sighs into Sam’s shoulder, being careful not to put pressure on his chest. “I know we don’t really say it a lot but, y’know…”

Sam pulls back from the hug and looks the other man in his eyes, “I love you too Connie.”

Connie can still remember the warm smile Samuel gave him that day, but now he can’t scrub the image of his skull blasted open from his mind.

“He told me to wait…” Connie mutters, his words more a stream of consciousness than a sentence. “He could have- we could have-“ he begins to sob again. “We could have figured something out, he could have come with us…” Connie can barely breathe when he feels Armin’s hand on his shoulder.

“You did what you had to,” he says, his words barely audible over the roar of the flying boat. Connie can see the tears in Armin’s eyes. He doesn’t know if Armin knows how much Samuel truly meant to him. He doesn’t know if he wants him to know after what he’s done. “I- I’m glad you’re okay Armin,” his voice breaks as Armin pulls him into a hug. He closes his eyes and tries to forget the image of his lover’s blood staining the pavement.

[levihandynasty]

Wanting to write.

Thinking about my current WIPS

GETS NEW IDEA THAT DOESNT FIT MY CURRENT WORKS.

doesn't in fact write

Adds new WIP

Stares

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You should all know that even though we never gave them a happy story together, they are still one of my favourite Porco Ships

A little Crack-ship(I think that's the right term??) I have drawn ^-^

✨️I know they don't really make sense, but they're part of a modern AU I have created with my Fiancé! ✨️

🧂The salt and pepper shakers are tattoos they've gotten together, small,on their wrists. Niccolo picked the pepper shaker so that if anyone ever asks, he can tell them that the 'P' is from 'Porco'.🧂

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LOOK AT THEM OH MY GOD.

Zekes crooked lil smile.

°☆•°Had a nice day today so I'm gonna just put my silly drawings here because I'm quite proud😊°•☆°

Haven't really done traditional since I drew that one Hange piece,and I've missed it so much. While I want to work on my skills,I'm happy to be able to look at what I've done today and feel like for once it's enough.^-^

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I love them so much.

Kenuri musings

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WIP list

Fanfic

BeruMaru angst, canon universe.

PkPk angst, modern au.

JeanMarc Modern au.

Oc Creation 1st aot oc.

Eremika Short fic, angst, Vampire au.

Jean fic can't specify this, idk how

Gallirei Angst, canon universe

Porco X Nico with @sneak-pieck, a crack-ship/rarepair of ours.

Willy Tybur fic. Tba

+ a non aot fic. I thought I had sm more to work on, but maybe it's not that bad after all. Of course, these get pushed back a bit whenever I partake in the AOT discord's bi-weekly writing challenge, but this really should be doable.

Especially if I start (and finish) the Eremika one, even tho that's the one I'm the least excited about. I have been considering trashing it.

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Ship: Oluo Bozado x Petra Ral Word Count: 2242 Prompt: Person A and Person B are trying to hide their relationship, but it turns out everyone already knows. 🔐

“Stop squirming-” Petra's firm hand met with the top of his head. “It's your own fault for getting hurt, you're better than this, Oluo.” He couldn't do much more than laugh. If Petra knew that he had gotten caught up only because he worried for her in a moment of losing track of her, she would have given him the beating of his lifetime, that much he was sure of.

Her hands now laid upon his bare chest, stroking loving and caring circles over a bruise he gained not long ago. “Don't you go dying on me, Bozado. I will bring you back from the grave just to kill you myself.” Despite the smile that so beautifully painted her face, anyone who knew her would have been able to see the worry that hid underneath her stern eyes, and even more easily they would have pointed to the twitch at the corner of her lip and out her worries to whoever they desired. The way she used his name however, made Oluo feel much more scolded than cared for.

And he loved it.

“You look like a beat up apple, did you know that?” Those gentle and loving touches that Petra had offered him, soon grew a bit more malicious. “Squishy like one too.” She teased him as she pressed her finger against a swollen wound across his ribs. Then as the poor man whined, the woman's gaze would soften once more, compassion washing over her like waves at a beach. “You are an idiot, you know that, right?” She knew very well what had distracted him, what had caused him to lose control over his gear, she had seen it happen.

Good thing they weren't outside of the walls when it had happened. 

Perhaps in order to apologise for causing him unnecessary pain, Petra leant in to place a warm and caring kiss upon the other’s collarbone. She had been sitting on his lap for nearly an hour now, taking care of him, and simply spending some time with him; it wasn't often they had down-time like this. “Oh, now you're red like one too-!” Her breath was so warm against his skin, causing goosebumps to form all over him, a shivering breath escaping through his gritted teeth.

“Says you-” His hand had reached up, and between his thumb and pointer finger he would capture some of her hair, rubbing it between them as he admired the beautiful ginger color. “At least I stop being red once you stop playing with me~”

She had been about to shoot back, but as she heard footsteps coming in their direction, she had quickly pushed the stupid grinning man back, more so pushing herself up. “Eld!” Her hands were so desperately correcting her shirt as she turned to face her comrade.

“He's waiting, are you two coming?” It didn't seem the eyes of Mr. Second in command had even registered the state of the woman before him. “Is he.. okay?”

Turning back to face the man she had pushed to the ground, Petra's eyes dulled to seeing him once more squirming about beneath her. “What-” While pushing the last piece of fabric from her shirt back into her pants, she noticed exactly what the other man had seen only moments before. “Swallow it, I dare you-” That tongue of his would be the death of him, of that much she was certain.

“Okay, come here.” Grabbing him by that bruised shoulder of his, she pulled him back up and forced his mouth open to let her see. “Is it too big for your mouth, or are you just seeking my attention?” Her hands were so warm on his cheeks, gently caressing his cheekbones as she guided a thumb towards his sore tongue, running the sensitive finger over warm scarred tissue. “You'll be the death of me.” 

His drool pooled up within her palm as she held him, but she didn't mind it one bit. “There.” Leaning in, the woman placed a playful kiss on the bloody muscle. “Man up, we gotta go.. before they start getting any stupid ideas-”

They didn't leave the room together. Instead Petra who was already properly dressed took the lead and went out to locate the rest of the group. Oluo left some time later, arriving just in time to meet the others for the get-together held over warm cups of tea.

Neither Petra nor Oluo however, managed to pay much attention to what was being discussed. Sat across from each other their gazes never strayed from the other. Even through similar expressions however, their minds wandered in much different directions. One longing and caring, the other loved and content.

“Or what do you think, Oluo?” The voice that brought the man out of his hazy mind was the one of Günther. “Yeah, sure-” He had to forcefully peel his eyes off of the beauty before him. “Really, you would? The size wouldn't be a problem for ya?” Eld had added. What those two were talking about was lost on the blonde until the laughter emerged and he managed to put two and two together. “No! No I would not sleep with a - no, no matter how hot it might be!” Even she was laughing at him. As he attempted to defend himself from the friends piling up on him, she so sweetly covered her lips and hid her laughter from the men. “Levi?!” He shot his captain a look of despair, only to be met with a shrug, a scoff, and a simple phrase. “You said what you said.”

Two cups of the warm soothing liquid later, they would disband once more. Eld helping an also hurt Günther to his bed, Petra walking Oluo to where he needed to be, and Levi leaving off to do whatever it is men like him do in the dark of the night. 

“There we go-” She whispered as she pushed him down onto his mattress. “How about the next time you decide to take a crash, you leave others out of it~?” She had shot a glance in the direction of Günther. “I've never seen Eld as pissed as he looked when he saw Günther all tangled up like that..” Oluo had never before received such a passionate scolding. 

“Yeah, you're right-” The woman had looked about as he acknowledged her words to him. And before he had managed to say another word, she had glanced over to their already sleeping comrade, and swiftly moved down to interrupt whatever words were to leave Oluo's mouth. Her warm lips met with his bruised cheek, causing him to flinch a bit, and look after her all baffled as she ran off and away. 

Sleeping, she thought. The dark haired man turned towards Oluo as the flustered woman ran off, offering him a soft laugh. “You know we know, right? No reason running around like teens scared of getting caught.” Oluo had been just about to close his eyes when the words finally registered to his currently scrambled brain. “What was that?” He had asked rapidly, he thought, but the only reply he received was the soft snoring of the other.

So exciting, so liberating even! For once in her life she managed to push away her worries and greet the world with a bright smile. Sprinting down the halls of their current residence, Petra's joyful voice echoed just as loudly as her footsteps. She simply couldn't contain It! Every sneaky kiss placed on his cheek, every time she grabbed his hand a little tighter, offered him a quick squeeze before rushing off in another direction. It filled her heart with such unimaginable joy, one she had missed out on in her early teenage years, one she had missed without even knowing what it was she lacked.

Levi’s watchful eyes almost catching them as she offered that man her love. Eld, again and again walking in on them in compromising or embarrassing situations. And Günther, forever a killjoy, offering those well knowing expressions of suspicion. The excitement was almost killing her! She had no reason to hide it from them, sure they would tease the pair relentlessly, but surely they'd be met with nothing but love had they told their comrades of their relationship. Yet the payoff was too good to let go of. For how long could she keep this game going? She was certain Oluo would slip up once, out them. Just as she almost had once, when she had been about to call him hers, right in front of Erwin himself. She always imagined their commander one for the gossips, the whole branch would surely have known within the end of the day. 

She could not mess this up before Oluo did. 

Erwin might have understood, it would have come as a shock to anyone if he did not. The look he had given Petra before his attention was once more put to Levi, was however not noticed by the small woman.

Yet no gossip ever reached the ears of anyone, as far as either Petra or Oluo were aware at least.

She exhausted herself running through those long halls, thinking about what fun she would have in the days to come. More so, Petra thought about finding the time to be in his arms once more, always strong, always protective, yet somehow, always uncertain, As if he was scared of touching her.

Assuming her place in the sleeping chamber, Petra had expected to hear the heavy snoring of tired men. Instead she was met with the total of them, aside from Levi of course, sitting on Oluo's bed around a lantern. Damn fire hazard, really.

“Wait, you are trying to tell me you didn't realize?” Eld's voice was shushed, yet accusatory.

“Be nice.” Günther's voice was much kinder than the other.

“I think you guys are imagining things-” Oluo sounded like he was about to start whining like a baby. “We aren't dating.”

Adorable, she thought. Even when met with confrontation, he was standing his ground.

If only she knew.

“Did you crash into Günther so hard your brain twisted up in there?” They had attempted to convince him for a while now, and Eld was starting to look more and more distressed.

“Hm..” the priorly mentioned man took the moment to feel his body ache, remembering the fear that had struck his heart as Oluo's whole body came crashing down upon him from above.

“You guys must be made all wrong.” Oluo defended himself. “She's too good for me, you guys know that just as well as I do. I mean, I'm great!” His voice broke the status of a whisper, causing the other two to look to their side in apparent panic. It was dark over there though, Petra could not tell what hid in the darkness. “But she? She's more than great, she's..  amazing, like a goddess sent down from above.”

“You're a goddess sent down from above, crushingly so.” Günther groaned. A small smile painting his lips as he witnessed Eld choke back laughter.

“I said I'm sorry-” The goddess man from above whisper-groaned. “Got distracted.”

“We know.” This affirmation came in unison from the two others. Followed by equally synchronized nods.

“Your girlfriend-” Eld had been interrupted by yet another “We aren't dating, not my girlfriend.”

Finally the woman decided to speak up. “Oluo?” She called to him, causing all three of them to jump. “It's alright, I'm pretty sure they got us figured out, they know.” 

“Know what?” He had barely managed to finish his words before a pillow got thrown at his face, falling down upon his lap at the same speed the realization dawned upon the young woman. “You've got to be kidding me-” she whispered as she reached for yet another pillow.

The other men had already been amused when Günther realised that Oluo had been oblivious to his own relationship this whole time. The teasing and probing had started immediately. The guy really hadn't been running around hiding his relationship, no, he was as blind to it as a bat to the bright joy of the sun. Eld of course, had been far more direct in his teasing, but even then it didn't seem the younger man got it.

“You are trying to tell me-” she sounded angry. The two men who faced Oluo knew well to offer her the space needed. As she came closer, they both scooted back, not wishing to be in the path of her wrath.

She gripped her unknowing lover by the collar, her mouth open and ready to give him an earful. Instead he had interrupted her. “You.. like me?”

Above the flame, Petra grew all red, immediately letting go of.. her dumbass, and turning away.

In the silence of the room, the sound of a sleeping man finally reached their ears, and even those who knew of him were painted by surprise as they once more turned towards the darkness.

Deep within, far from the brightness of the fire, Levi sat with his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His breath was gentle, silent as a mouse. Even the crackling of the flame on Oluo's bed was enough to override him.

Sat on this chair, far away from where Petra would have ever thought to look for him, Levi slept with a content smile resting at the corners of his lips.

His dumbasses.

AN: @shibacosplay would like you all to imagine Oluo coming falling down as 'Ave Maria' plays in the background *in slow-motion*

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You guys broke me.

I can no longer read my blogs name as "LeviHan Dynasty"

"LEVI HANDY NASTY" all the way.

As God intended ig

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Could I ask for anyone's opinion/feedback on my writing?

I feel I've lost some skill after a long break. Please be kind in your feedback, but I do desire honesty.

My works so far in no particular order.

For feedback, I'd prefer the comment to be on this post, thank you.

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The bertholdt hoover fandom is dying rt if youd wipe the sweat from his brow like if youd give him a warm glass of milk

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Secret attack

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∘𓈒⚬⋆𓆣🪡Needle Through a Bug🪡𓆣⋆⚬𓈒∘

Ship: Kenny Ackerman x Uri Reiss Word Count: 3970 Prompt Word: Punish

Tw/Cw: Cruelty/Torture of an insect, self harm, Eating disorders, Fatphobic language.

Please note: I am in no way, shape, or form fatphobic.

He should have been there. He should have stood by to support Uri as he gave his life to the jaws of his niece. 

“He doesn't want you there! Fuck off!” The fat fuck had pushed him back into the night, his fat fists pounding on Kenny's chest to keep him from once more attempting to make an entry.

 “Hey, calm your tits, he told me to-”.

 “It doesn't matter! He changed his mind, now head back to whatever part of the sewers you crawled out from, and leave us be!”

 His mouth was as fat as his head, and his head as fat as his body. Kenny had always thought him dumb, “Ugly fuck” he would have pushed past him, found a way of entry and been there for Uri as they had agreed, if it hadn't been for that child that now stared daggers into his soul. Was that her? Was that the girl who would soon devour Uri whole? Was she staring out of hate, or perhaps curiosity? 

“We had an agreement” Kenny began his next argument. Uri had promised him that he would get to see this ritual of theirs, this transformation of man. It would be beneficial to the both of them, Uri had said. For that way Kenny's thirst would be quenched, if even for just a moment. And Uri, though he hadn't voiced this to Kenny, wouldn't have to feel as scared, if he could look past the beast that was his niece, and catch a glimpse of this man, his companion.

An argument started was never finished, for the girl who's curiosity had brought her out of hiding now looked up to Kenny with eyes so similar to his. Yet deep within those eyes laid fear, a fear Kenny quickly assumed was aimed towards his presence there. A look he never thought Uri could carry, if only he could have looked inside- maybe they weren't so similar after all? “Get your hand off of me”

Finally giving in, Kenny smacked Rod's hand away from himself, staring down at the short man with enough hatred to feed Satan for days. Then he turned, and he didn't look back even once as he walked away from the chapel that would become his.. companions.. final resting place.

Upon arriving home, Kenny found his nest to be much emptier than usual, much colder than he remembered it ever being before. It felt as if the building itself had lost Its spark, its soul.

Kenny moved around a lot, never stayed in the same place for more than a week at the time. Rarely he would return to a residence he had resided in before, it only ever happened if the owner was a new one from the first time he had been there. It was easiest that way, helped him avoid detection when needed, and also eased his mind somewhat. He would have continued this path even if he had lived a normal life, that much he was certain of. However, this also meant that Uri had never set foot in his current residence, so it had no reason to feel the way it did now.

Cold, like how Kuchels's room had felt when he found her for the last time. And much like back then, the tall man silently leant against a dry wood wall, feeling how the rough texture lifted his coat and allowed splinters to dig themselves Into his back. He didn't mind the pain, not now. In fact, a smile crept onto his lips, for in some ways this felt good.

The wall was run-down enough to release splinters large enough to cut through his clothes, draw blood. The owner must be some drunkard who doesn't know how to care for his rooms. The splinters dug into his back as those teeth must have dug into Uri. He wondered what it must have felt like? For those teeth are much larger than any splinter, needle, or knife. Had they offered him something to drink? Eased his pain before tradition forced him to take his final breath? Was he even dead yet? Or was he still chained up down there?

Enough thinking, a drink sounded damn good right now.

If only the drink had been cold, perhaps it would have actually been good. No matter, it went down Kenny's throat in large gulps anyway, a desperate attempt at numbing his mind before the thoughts grew too unkind. Was beer like blood if you imagined it hard enough? Lukewarm beer down a cold man's throat, like a small man's blood down into a large woman's stomach.

He spat it out. The last sip of beer he took was taken at the halfway mark of his bottle, and so the bottle met with the wall before him, flying through stale air before colliding hard and shattering into a million pieces. It's blood soaking the floorboards, its bones cracked and splintered, mangled, as if- 

The images of Uri's body, wrecked and torn, was no more than speculation from Kenny's side. If that piglet had just let him in, there would have been no room for this, he would have known exactly how he had looked, perhaps it would have given him peace?

Although Kenny didn't know why he sought peace, he had known of Uri’s eventual fate since they met. He had been prepared for this day since the day Uri explained to him how their world worked. Never had he had a problem with it, in fact he found it fascinating. Power granted down the generation through the death of one's loved ones? It couldn't be anything but fascinating, and Kenny wanted in.

In on the power, not the love.

Love is a weakness.

He had learned that many years ago.

He had been younger then, just returned home with the bastard Kuchel had burdened him with. He never intended to be its father, so that was how he had thought of it for the first week or so, as an it, not a kid, not a human. Though of course that didn't last.

He came home late each and every night, so quickly the runt had learned to feed himself, fight for himself, and bed himself. The second skill always brought a smile to Kenny's face, the kid would be alright. Not that he cared if he lived or died, surely, but the kid would be alright. And it was more than amusing watching something so small cause as much havoc as this one did. Grown men on the ground by the hand of a child that couldn't be anywhere near his puberty yet.

Though he ate like his stomach was endless. The man in charge didn't know much about kids, never had, and never did he learn either. Yet he had taken this as a good sign, he'd grow to be big and strong despite his circumstance, good.

As any Ackerman should.

One of those late nights, Kenny had returned home to an empty house. Weird, usually the kid would make sure Kenny returned before he laid to rest, and on those nights where Kenny didn't return, or returned after the child's fuel had died down, the boy would be sleeping upright, arms crossed over his tiny body, as if waiting for his guardian. Kenny figured perhaps the boy didn't feel completely safe all alone.

This night, Kenny had waited for the boy instead, his tired body raged on as he occupied himself with whatever book the home's owner kept around, or whatever defenseless bug crawled across his table.

With a jar and some toothpicks, Kenny found amusement. 

Icy blue eyes stalked their prey. His breath now silent as he leant down to the old raggedy table, watching the rapid movements of six tiny legs, whilst also making sure not to spook it. He had already lost his battle to four of these flying pests; he refused to lose once more. As the being rushed closer, his breath came to a full stop, he had burned himself on that mistake once before. 

Bang

The jar came down upon the shit-eater like God's hand is said to strike down upon the unrepentant.

And just like that man would, the fly began buzzing about, slamming its hard body against the glass that contained it. And Kenny watched, feeling the heavy jar buzz against his hand as the weak creature used all its little power to fight a useless battle for freedom. It was admirable perhaps, that it managed even this.

Perhaps he himself was God? To those smaller and weaker, perhaps Kenny the Ripper was God.

He let it tire itself out, enjoying the buzzing more the more desperate it grew. “you feeble thing..” It landed for a moment, only to start its panicked frenzy once more “it won't be long now” as if calmed down by his voice, the bug once more landed, stressfully beginning to clean itself. Watching it, Kenny was almost sure it would rip its own head off. Again and again it repeated this action, and every time those tiny legs ran over it's head, Kenny held his breath in anticipation. How could something that lived in filth and shit care so much about being clean? Something so small and worthless had no reason to care for its appearance. 

When you go to meet God, you want to put on your best suit. Perhaps. 

It never did rip its head off, and perhaps this was disappointing to Kenny, he was certain he had seen it before, some fly holding its own head in its hands. Had it been hoping to put it back on? Save its life before it was too late and live to see another day? Maybe not, maybe it had already been long dead, frozen in time, overtaken by death as it acted on its desire to be clean. Being clean meant nothing, as long as you managed to keep your health, a bit of filth wouldn't be the end of you. Stupid thing really, dying while doing something as boring as cleaning. 

The bug's incessant need for cleanliness was becoming bothersome to the man. If he was to let it go, it would fly over to the nearest shit pile it found, so why did it even bother? Useless.

He didn't let it go, of course. Instead he began rapidly shaking the jar back and forth, sending the small helpless creature crashing from wall to wall much harder than it had before. It tried to fly away, and had taken flight the moment the jar started moving. The choice had been between getting crushed by the walls that contained it, lying broken on the rumbling table as the jar again and again would run it over, rub its innards into the porous table and make it part of it. Like soldiers crushed underneath a titans feet, stomped to jam, and later turned to feed for the soil. Or, of course, taking flight and having Its brains scrambled. Did flies have brains? Probably not, he figured.

Once the creature was dizzy enough, Kenny had quickly lifted the jar and tossed it aside, hearing it come crashing down upon the floor somewhere to his left. The kid would probably sweep It up in the morning, if he comes back that is. 

Grabbing old and used toothpicks, the man swiftly turned the being onto its back. Hurriedly those wooden objects had come down upon it, keeping it from moving at all. One pick in each of its wings, keeping it strapped down to the table, its wings outstretched much like the arms of a man chained for slaughter.

A hand laid upon the daggers of wood, keeping them balanced well enough for Kenny to free a hand and use it freely whilst still managing to keep the fly pinned. Watching its strength-less legs kick against the air felt much like reading a good book. 

It wouldn't keep those legs, for Kenny’s free hand soon reached down, sharp unkempt nails gripping onto the fragile limbs, and one by one he'd pluck them off.

“Hey” as a last act of violence towards the bug, Kenny pulled the toothpicks into opposing directions, effectively ripping the things wings off. “You're home” standing up, Kenny's eyes met with the kid who had greeted him. “You're ho-” the child too, had spoken.

The bug had become part of the table anyway, under the palm of this man.

“Didya win?” The kid was all bloody, no wonder he had been late. “that yours?” The boy wasn't replying to him. “hm” the child scoffed, limping his way over to his bed.

At least he was home.

The night reached its time out, and early morning crept in before Kenny went to check on the kid. He had waited til he was certain his slow breathing was the one of a sleeping boy, not an angry one, Kenny would have been angry.

He stood above him, watched each breath he took, watched as his small frame lifted and sank under the thin blanket. So easily breakable.

His face was nearly unrecognizable now, swollen and bruised. Blood still stained the child's lips, crusted in his nose. He slept with his mouth open, perhaps it was all clogged up, broken maybe?

Kenny was angry.

An uncertain hand moved to the boy's face, and much too gently pushed the boy's tangled hair to the side. The fly had never known such tenderness, and after Levi, there had only been one other man who had seen it. 

Yet for a moment, an array of images flashed through Kenny's mind. Images of him gripping the kid by his head, covering his eyes with his palm as he pushes him back into the flat and torn pillow. Raising his other hand, a knife was brought down to the kid's tender throat, digging into it as easily as a spoon through a tub of animal fat. Wasn't much different, really, not with a sharp enough knife and skilled enough hand.

“Kenny?” 

“Kid.” 

“What are you doing?”

He held no knife, yet his hand rested on the boy's clammy forehead. Staring, he must have been staring.

“Sleep with one eye open, kid. Doors are weak, don't ever let your guard down.”

With those words the lanky man left the child to his own devices. His hand who so desperately had ached for its friend, for its completion was finally offered the soothing cold texture of a blade held tightly in its palm. Trembling, Kenny had almost cut himself before finding the handle. Glistening in the dull light of the underground, it wasn't long until the icy metal once more was dirtied by filthy blood. “What kinda fuck picks a fight with a child?”

Words were fleeting, and by the time Kenny sat back down to rest, only after making sure the door was tightly locked behind him; he had already forgotten the advice given to Levi.

Levi however, never forgot.

Kenny had been younger then.

The floorboards had drunk his beverage, leaving naught but a stain. For how long had he been sitting here? His legs had grown all numb, all the way to his hips, his back ached like hell, and not only thanks to the splinters still buried deep into his skin, like a needle through a helpless flailing bug.

Hungry, his stomach was screaming out for anything that would or could fill it. Following the most basic instinct he pushed up from the floor, cringing at the tingling piercing feeling that washed over his lower half as he stumbled towards the nearest cupboard. 

His limbs all shook as he scanned his belongings, he had an abundance of food, yet he reached for none of it. Screaming at him to grab something, anything, his stomach twisted and turned. The more it rioted, the more he hesitated.

“Nah-” the floor was once more fed with needless filth for bugs to consume. Kenny had barely managed to turn away before ridding himself of what little had resided within the depths of his stomach. May have resided? Never before had vomiting burnt this badly.

Again and again the man had attempted to satisfy his hunger, but each and every time he failed. Vomit was left to rot into his floor, marinating. He should have moved by now, he had stayed around for far too long. He should move on, the smell was making it impossible to eat, and Kenny didn't have the strength to kneel down to clean it up.

It hadn't taken long before he ceased these feeble attempts at feeding. He was starting to find comfort in the pain, the hunger was starting to feel safe and familiar, strengthening as it slowly ate at him, rid him of what he held above all things, his power.

As the world has eaten away his Uri.

He could no longer recognize the man who stared back at him from the reflection of his dusty mirror. Hollow and weak, never before had he looked hollow and weak. His cheeks had sunk, his eyes looked drained and empty, too heavy for their sockets. He could no longer recognize the man before him, a man who had felt the warm touch of love, Uri’s love, and regrettably let it slip out between his fingers.

He didn't look weak, he was weak. He had allowed the world to steal away the only good thing that had ever came to him unprompted. Uri had never a day in his life needed to be kind to Kenny, yet he had chosen to be. Despite how they met, despite Kenny’s crude behaviour, Uri remained smiling, telling him stories from his world, and allowing Kenny to be just who he was. Never once had Uri given him those ugly looks his grandfather had oftentimes tried to hide, never did Uri use Kenny's past against him, nor did he view him as a monster. If anything, the monster was perhaps the saint that had shown the man grace.

No, he was his light, his much needed light. Not a monster, not even one bit. Kenny was indeed the only monster between them, titan or not. “You up there? Uri? Up in the stars shinin’ down at me? Can you see me now, Uri? Look, I'm crying too.” 

The hunger felt good, the hunger felt deserved.

Perhaps this way he would meet him again?

The tears? They did nothing but burn.

Pain had become his friend, if the divine refused to punish him, he would take it into his own hands. Now satisfaction was found in the hunger, not in getting rid of it. Boredom was killed alongside the smoothness of his skin. A cold blade helped him forget, an empty stomach made him feel like he was finally able to repent, even if just a little bit. Finally, willing.

Months had passed since Uri's death when a heavy knock upon his door woke Kenny from a dream in which Uri's gentle hands had played with his hair as they rested in a large green field, their skin being kissed by the warm sun. Those all knowing eyes of his were so beautiful in the light. “What!?” Damn bothersome, he should have found another place to stay.

He hauled himself up on his feet, stumbling before he had even lifted his leg to take a step forth. Walking had grown to be a heavy task, one he no longer performed every day. He kept bottles in which he'd empty his bladder, what other reason would he have to get up anyway?

“I'm comin’ !” The knocks were growing more and more insistent. “Calm down!” One of these bottles made themselves an obstacle in his path, Kenny's whole body jolted as he tripped over the glass, watching as it fell over and began pouring its sorry insides back into the world. “Damn-” it smelled worse all out and about. 

From the moment his hand pushed down on the handle, hell was preparing to blow up in the old serial killer's face. Or perhaps more so, a gun. A weapon that as soon as the door opened had been turned with its hind towards him and slammed into his face. “Hey!-” before he had even managed to reach for his jaw, soothe the pain, a man had come to tackle Kenny straight to the ground.

Too weak to fight back properly, the boney man began tossing about underneath the man who's knee pressed so painfully down against his spine. The angry scream that erupted from the ripper's lungs vibrated through his chest and into the creaking wood floor. Vibrated like a fly’s buzzing within a glass jar, held tightly by a devil who's grin only grew wider the more it struggled.

Face down in piss and weeks old molded vomit, Kenny came to realize that perhaps this shit-crawler was him all along. Was cleaning perhaps, the bug, no ,Levi’s way of trying to build a distance them between, or worse! Levi’s own attempt at saving his foolish uncle from himself, just as Uri had.

The abuse didn't last. Upon realizing that there was little fight in Kenny, the man had gotten off, laughing at him before pulling him up from the ground and tossing him back onto the couch the man just stood from.

Kenny braced himself for whatever might come next, more abuse, or perhaps they'd gone rogue and would kill him, avenge their fallen comrades. Better yet, maybe they'd gotten the order to.

Legal assassins, the whole bunch.

Little did Kenny know that exactly that was the offer they were to put before him.

A license to kill.

“I don't drink this piss.” the man muttered, making the military personnel before him give him a look of disbelief before removing the cup he had offered the older man. Tea had never been Kenny's thing, the kid had liked it though, he wondered if he still did. Did he find the time? 

They kept chatting with him for what felt like hours, but Kenny had little interest in what they had to say. “You look like shit, get back into shape.” Rude, firstly. Secondly, even If he had wanted to, now he'd rather not out of spite. “I don't have the strength.” Kenny's voice rasped painfully out of his throat. “So how about you do me a favour, and kill yourself. I'll watch ."The MP's Didn't find it as amusing as he did, apparently. For as Kenny cracked a smile, the men's frowns only grew deeper.

And then they kept talking. And talking.. Well one of them did anyway, the other instead stood back, arms crossed over his chest.  Kenny could have gone to sleep, he wouldn't have felt like he was missing out on anything important. If he closed his eyes again, perhaps he'd find Uri once more. He was feeling drained, as If his life was finally running out.

He didn't want to die, not yet. No, he remembered now, there was something he had to do first.

“Where are you going!? Sit down!” a damn squeaky voiced man, Kenny caught himself wondering if hair ever grew on military cunts’ chests. The tall Ackerman hadn't even realized he had gotten up and started walking. 

Yeah, wouldn't they like to know?

No attempt was made to stop him, perhaps thanks to the weapon that finally was gripped confidently in his hand once more. No attempt was made to stop him, perhaps they didn't dare?

He would find him.

And when he did, that squealing piggy would find himself on Kenny's plate. He couldn't die yet, not before Rod. 

The world is cruel, perhaps none of this was Rod's fault, but that coward deserved it regardless.

“Come piggy, piggy, Piggy~”

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IM SO EXCITED!!!

Just a project I'm working on in hopes to actually start writing!! I've been encouraged by @levihandynasty to give it a go, so here I am >:) I know they're not very fleshed out, but baby steps 🙏

There will be more characters soon!!

I'm sad there's not a lot of Equestrian AUs out there, and I've been dying to try my hand at it!

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Fanfic and languages (a poll)

I had the thought of translating my fics into my mother tongue, too. (Norwegian) Share them in another language completely. This would help me practice the Norwegian written language, as I never use it. I only use dialect writing, any thoughts?

I'd post that mostly on ao3, maybe here if interest is found.